#cannot draw a man constantly to save my life

[summerroseart]

Hiiiii hi!!! This AU is actually still completely brain rotting me :)

If everyone wants to cry, I've decided that the characterization fits best with the SCU versions of the Sonic characters, so we're traumatizing him by blowing up his dad! (I'm genuinely so sorry)

Bonus father-son bonding! Punch that guy in the face!!

#✨️🎶 but in the passage of time and in the vastness of space‚ a billion amounts to nothing in infinity's face 🎶✨️ #i cried several times while drawing this have fun!! #the movie 2 speech?? paired with Gary's dad's i love you bunches and bunches??? devastating ngl #cannot draw a man constantly to save my life #sonic #my art #SCU: Final Space! #tom wachowski #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #tw death #tw character death #tw explosion #(kinda) #oops forgot to type that first one. it's fine tho #final space

[atechnobladeapologist]

Paralels between Emerald duo and Codebreakers (canons and headcanons).

First of all they are my favorites character, I cannot even put in words how much I like them, my brain is gonna rot.

Personally I dont like to see the relationship that Phil have with them as something pathernal, but more as something close to the idea of the Moiral quadrant that we had on homestuck.

For you who saved your ass and stayed farrr away from this webcomic (just joking dont take that part too serious), Moirail basicly are besties that has a strings and specials bond, Moirail it’s that person who you feel safe to open up and talk about problems and feelings. That’s it if I dont mistaken me, omg my memorie is so poor, but look if Im wrong this is still the concept that Im looking for okay :c

Based on it, we should normalize kiss your best- COF COF, I mean, normalize writing an open love letter to your best friend in a pretty platonic way (Im not being ironic).

In short, they are best friends, bros, buddys.

Yeh I talk too much, too much, lesgo then.

The totem thing. I like to think Philza is pretty concerned with the boys, because Techno and Elotes are almost two ambulant suicidals just because of the totens, yet Phil is just like omggg sit down and stay quiet just for two entire minutes. I imagine Phil have constantly to bandage and sew up their wounds, SPECIALLY with Etoiles, that French Beast thing and his way of looking at thing intensifies this a lot.

I have a really strong headcanon that in both codebreakers and emerald duo Techno and Etoiles have a very strong relationship with Mumza because of the times they almost died (a pretty fun relationship btw, I bet she gives advices and philosophizes about life with them), at the point they know her even BEFORE know Philza or as long as they know him, and all this often without Philza even knowing, and when he descovers he goes like: WHAT?!

Even though Philza doesnt look physically as strong as them (I like to think he is, for real) the two still admire the man as if he were a super cool older friend, and besides none of them show it to Phil or tell him, they both are like: LOOK that cool guy is MY FRIEND, how cool, isnt it?

Headcanon, the warriors already cried in front him.

I know that Techno is pretty concerned about his reputation in a certain way but I really like to pass this to Etoiles too, Imagine a moment where they are showing friendly affection for eachother with a hug or something, and out of nowhere they break up and Etoiles says, “man, I’m enjoying this but it hurts my reputation”, even when theres NO ONE close to see it, they’re just so out of touch they have ashamed of it, in the most fluffy way you can imagine that, it’s pretty funny imagine beasts, unshakable warriors that just cant deal with a hug of their best friend.

Techno hear voices, Etoiles get the paranoid <3

They have wavy and curly hair and sometimes Phil helps them to finish their hair, for techno he usually braid his all hair and for Etoiles he do a tiny terere on the side. Philza encourage both to take more care of their hair because he likes the curls and waves.

Techno and Etoiles have completly unexpected hobbies, I like to think that tech know how to sew and he have a whole sketchbook just for crosquis and Etoiles constantly draw and makes small wood sculptures, cute things because he usually gives to Pomme. We can invert this too btw, I think it matchs with both!

Despite Phil’s warnings they simply refuse to have a healthy sleep schedule.

If it was necessary they would sacrifice themselfs for keep the oldman safe.

I didn’t talk much about Phil :c but I was trying to do something more focused on Tecchnoblade and Etoiles in the relationship with him ya know? Maybe another time I’ll do something for our blondie girlie pop.

I truly like how those duos are simillary with eachother even when one of them are different people. Btw codebreakers should be more contrast on the fandom hihi.

Just to remember English is not my mother language so sorry for the poor words choose.

#codebreakers #q!etoiles #technoblade #emerald duo #q!philza #c!techno #c!philza #philza minecraft #etoiles

[smiles-ocs]

Some concepts and ideas for Castor and Ronan’s story called Starchild. Some of these are… hard to get to drawing, specifically Ronan’s younger siblings, might redesign them, but they’re all very young. Ronan left to join a crew so he could make money for them while his parents physically can’t work, and he made sure that his 12-year-old brother is very helpful. Then some random character ideas. A first mate on Castor’s pirate crew, two important characters named Rigel and Esther, castor as a young boy, and random scene ideas I have.

There’s a lot of crap I’m rambling about under the cut so go there if you want to know more about the characters, lore, and spoilers

I also have an idea of a deity or something of the sorts. It’s bascially a “Star God”, something with incredible power that was given to them from the heavens, and it is responsible for the starchildren that have shown up around the world, hence why this series is called Starchild. The whole thing around the Star God is a mystery, but people do know it exists thanks to the star children. This is a little dark but some explanation on Starchildren:

Starchildren are born every few hundred years or so, it’s unknown how often a starchild is born, but people believe that starchildren are the star god’s children, and that when they reach a certain age, they are sacrificed to deal with all the problems the world is having. They believe that if a starchild is not sacrificed, demons from hell will arrive to destroy the world. I hinted at this on my last post, but starchildren turn into strange creatures, the main one being the Leviathan. There’s also the Kraken and the other one who’s name is so complicated I’m not even going to bother with it dhskdbsk.

Long story short, the whole thing is a lie. Starchildren have incredible power when they become adults and are “awakened” as Starchildren. They remember the person that gave them that power (the Star God) and their purpose, which is watching over the people. However, centuries ago, someone in high power believed that Star children were too powerful, and out of fear, he came up with an excuse to kill starchildren before they grew too powerful, because no one should be more powerful than him. So they killed starchildren when they were young and weak, hiding behind the excuse of it being a sacrifice to the world or something, using the blood to cleanse the world and keep the demons at bay. That way, if the starchildren escape, and inevitably take on the role of “deities”, people will believe that the demons have arrived to punish them for failing, and will try to kill the awakened starchildren.

Starchildren cannot escape their fate, however, because they cannot hide unless they are far away from people. They have blue hair that shines in the darkest fog, blue hair that cannot be hidden, and a star birthmark somewhere.

I suppose there’s no reason to hide this now, but Castor is the starchild of this era, originally called Orion, but he changed his name for safety. He ran away when he learned that he was going to die, trying to escape on a boat. The people almost caught him, but the kraken appeared, seemingly saving his life. As Castor tried to hide from people, he tried to hide his blue hair, but it constantly shines through whatever he hid it in. The best he could do was to wrap it up and put a thick hat on, which helped, but even so, you can see in his wrapping the blue hair. He tried to dye it, hide it in mud, even shaving it, but the blue cannot be covered up, so hiding in plain sight was nearly impossible to him. He left to sea to avoid people, but accidentally became captain of the pirate crew. He’s a very jaded man who is intimidating and skilled in sword fighting. People respect him as a captain, so he is in high status on his ship (obviously 💀). Problem is, there is a very, VERY high bounty on the star child’s head, so even the most loyal crew members may turn on him if he is found out.

Castor trusts no one, but he seems to have a soft spot for Ronan for some reason. Even when he eventually finds out that he is the starchild, he can’t bring himself to kill him. He’s just a boy…

Obviously, Esther and Rigel are starchildren as well. Rigel is an ancient starchild, who lived a good life before the starchildren sacrifices. He roams the ocean, punishing anyone who threatens the innocent or disrespects the ocean. There were a lot of starchildren too, but the creatures of starchildren were hunted and killed, leaving Rigel, Esther, and Castor the last three starchildren. Esther was a starchild who escaped the sacrifice, who is far more cruel and jaded than Castor, and when Castor is “awakened”, she goes after him to use him to punish everyone.

Rigel is that turtle Whale island thing, Esther is the kraken, and Castor turns into the Leviathan.

The star god is no benevolent being, and is not a god at all. He’s a regular human who got magic from some meteorite, idk, there doesn’t need to be any specifics lol, and he grew immensely powerful. He resides away from the ocean, but he is not a good person. He’s greedy, selfish, and does nothing to help the innocent starchildren he “created”. He would love to have the starchildren to do his bidding, but if they die, it’s no matter, cuz he doesn’t need them. Idk maybe he’s not greedy lol. Either way the star god is not a good person, but I kinda want the star god’s role to be similar to Davy Jones in pirates of the Caribbean. There must always be a star god.

Anyways I hope that all makes sense 💀💀 Ronan is just there, being roped up into this nonsense, but he’s a good boy with a good heart and wants to help the starchildren, and he and Castor grow close.

#this was supposed to be a simple post but I DUMPED all that lore on you lol #I mean… at least the lore is easy to explain #unlike Clover’s story good GRIEF #my brother asked why his story is called ‘golden clover’ and I couldn’t begin to explain it 💀💀💀 #it’s so complex #but I’m proud of it #this story is easier to explain tho and I like it a lot! #I felt weird combining the ocean and stars together #but idk they’re kinda connected in a way you know? #space and the ocean are very mysterious and unexplored #but space is more explored and more safe to travel through lol #but regardless there’s a lot of similarities between the two so maybe it’s not weird to combine them #poor Ronan will struggle through a moral dilemma through a lot of this #Esther is an interesting character so I’m hoping to explore her more #ocs #original characters #starchild

[rockcollector3000]

John “Soap” MacTavish HCs

Scared of little white dogs, my boy will SCREAM if one barks at him

Road trip enjoyer. Really likes taking long car rides in general, but especially with other people.

Can and will talk shit for hours on end given the chance.

Kisses the homies goodnight (a little peck on the forehead so they’ll have good dreams)

A firm believer in the power of kissing it to make it better. I know because he told me.

Says he hates dad jokes but is a liar fr.

Cannot cook to save his life but can bake well enough to make up for it.

The most complex skincare/haircare routine known to man. He wouldn’t be caught DEAD with gross hair.

Speaking of which, I know he smells like citrus. I can just feel it in my bones.

Hates being by himself. Because of this, he’s always in somebody’s office/room if he’s not immediately working on something.

Constantly asking Ghost for a piece of paper and a pencil (Ghost has told him so many times to just bring his own shit but he forgets)

If he has to sleep anywhere but his own bed he’s calling it a sleepover. Because that’s what the real ones do.

Dyslexic. (I know he couldn’t get into the service with dyslexia but hush he doesn’t have to know that)

Loves horror movies, I mean LOVES them.

Always warm. All the time, my guy is like a human furnace.

Loves physical affection, even in a platonic way. He’s always giving people little pats on the back, or a high-five.

Favorite color is orange. I don’t know why, but I can just feel it.

Relationship HCs

Love language is physical touch (like I said before) but it’s so much more prominent with his partner.

Needs to be touching you in some capacity at all times. Standing in the kitchen doing dishes? He’s hugging you from behind. Reading in bed? He’s snuggled up with his head on your chest while you use him as a table. Driving? His hand is on your thigh.

Bakes you little treats all the time. You’ll come home any given day and the house smells phenomenal.

Wants to know everything possible about you. And he WILL remember it.

Draws you all the time.

This man talks about you CONSTANTLY to anyone who will listen. “My partner” this “my partner” that. All the time. There’s no escaping it.

He likes to order for you. Not in a controlling way, but in a he doesn’t want you to have to do anything for yourself way.

Growing up with so many sisters, if you’re fem/afab he knows damn well how to treat you. (He’s a total gentleman)

Offers you bites of his food, even if he doesn’t think you’ll like it.

Uses your stuff (if you’re ok with that) and always offers to let you use his in return

#cod modern warfare #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mw2 #soap cod #soap mctavish #john mactavish #call of duty #modern warfare x reader

[nqmonarch]

Thoughts About Being in a Relationship with HSR Characters

So like we all love to fantasize about being in a relationship with fictional characters but would we want to actually be in one? As a huge fan of the Aeons I did a quick overview. Even though getting into a relationship with one is widely unrealistic (actually impossible because they're video game characters but even in game it's unrealistic).

Warning: This is just for fun

Aha

Wow, Aha is such a goofy Aeon sure the chaos they cause is insane but there's never a dull moment with them around. But like imagine being in the HSR universe and being in a relationship with this Aeon. 99% chance of death (because of a prank), that 1% chance is saved if for some reason you can't be killed.

Literally miserable. You know how you try to have like a normal conversation with your dad, or guy friend, or boyfriend but they just don't take shit seriously. Like they avoid the topic 24/7 because of jokes. Imagine trying to have a serious conversation with this guy, actual terrible experience.

In a modern AU would be one of those prank YouTubers that like pretends to kill your friend as a prank but actually does kill your friend, it's not a prank. Why aren't you laughing?

0/10.

Akivili

If still alive 10/10 in the HSR universe, 9/10 in modern AU. I am down to travel all over the cosmos but since I have a normal life here on Earth I am perfectly happy staying in my room, writing, coding, and drawing. But Akivili would def bring back some banger souvenirs and pictures even if you're just a friend of theirs.

If dead then 10/10 in both.

Fuli

Okay serious question do you think they'd taxidermy their lover? Like I know in HSR there's not really that option (their lover could be one of the memokeepers I guess?) but in Modern AU I feel like they'd taxidermy their lover. I don't know if that's a plus or a negative.

Definitely the kind of Aeon to be hung up on their first love so you better hope you're that first love. Or else they'll be reminiscing over memories and old photos and old videos and constantly comparing them to you-- man that sucks. Probably would take you out to nice dinners though and give you lots of good memories.

In Modern AU I feel like the idea of Fuli gets 10 times more mystical and also 10 times creepier, like someone that tries to record all of the events in the world but also the events happening right now. So historian, journalist combo, except I feel like they would just appear out of nowhere and then just go back to the void and post a bunch of random photos online. They'd definitely have observed their lover before talking to them (likely several times) which is the creepy aspect.

7/10 for the memories.

IX

Actual 10/10 you cannot argue otherwise on this. Okay, you definitely can but 10/10 in my book aside from the fact you die but like you'll either be accepting your death and dying or spend the rest of your life trying to prove IX wrong about the purpose of life.

Wouldn't take you on dates, you'd have to take IX on dates, plan the whole thing out, really fluster them, give them the time of their existence. And IX would sit there like the gentleman... gentlewoman? Gentle creature it is. I feel like they would be very polite :)

In Modern AU I'm pretty sure IX is just your average office worker who hates their life and sees no point to it but for some reason can't die. 9/10. IX loses one point for no longer being a blackhole.

Lan

Honestly... another gentle creature, and like respectfully, very respectfully I would love to take them out on a date. Seems respectful, apparently pays close attention to mortals so there's a higher chance of Lan keeping their lover alive if they're (Lan's lover) a mortal. Pretty sure 90% of the Aeons would accidentally kill a mortal lover.

Just seems very obsessed with their goals and honestly I respect the grind. 8/10, your average grinder. That being said Lan is also absolutely beautiful but I'm not a big horse person.

In Modern AU Lan would be someone that's trying to change the world, one of those go getters. Again very respectful, and cool but would probably work 16 hours a day which makes holding a relationship pretty hard. 7/10.

Mythus

I haven't done Gold and Gears or finished Swarm Disaster but damn Mythus is really hot. Smash. Uh 6/10 because I don't know their personality or even what they represent but they are really beautiful. I like the jellyfish.

Nanook

Aw man, the moment I saw this guy I knew they would haunt my thoughts. And yeah they do. So beautiful from the molten lava, golden eyes, white hair, man if only they didn't have the personality of an absolute asshole. Like I write fanfiction about Nanook sometimes (pretty rarely) and I can say I am literally pulling every possible string I can to make this Aeon a good lover and somewhat in character.

This is just because I like writing lovers that are semi-decent, it's pretty hard when you get to people like Nanook but I do my best. There's no way a relationship with Nanook would work out feasibly because there's no way they'd love you.

But if they did... I don't know, Nanook is still a pretty bad person for trying to kill everything else in the world so I'm gonna have to dock some points for that. Reminds me of the brooding quiet, only soft spot is for you, male lead troupe except Nanook is trying to murder everyone 24/7.

In Modern AU, I don't even know what Nanook would be? An assassin? A serial killer? I can kind of see like a revolution leader cause apparently they were born from the flames of a world in complete destruction and they saw everything as ugly and destruction as the only possible outcome. I can see a twist with Nanook leading a revolution in hopes of creating a more beautiful world but finding destruction as the only possible outcome that will remove the plague known as life.

Even if they loved you, they'd be very busy with their revolution plans, and I feel like you'd probably be caged away somewhere far away from the danger so you'd barely see Nanook if they wanted to keep you alive.

2/10, 2 points for being so FUCKING beautiful. Thanks Hoyoverse for making a character so attractive.

Qlipoth

Okay Qlipoth would be like big puppy partner, you get me. Like golden retriever vibes or uh... that one person that watches over everything to make sure you're safe but not like in the stalker way. Like the government, y'know? Except the government now wants to make sure you're safe! :D

I am a bit thrown off by the fact Qlipoth is a rock but I'm even more thrown back by the IPC. Like they're really fucking annoying (not as individuals I love Topaz and Aventurine) they're like Qlipoth's lil fanclub. They'd also be Qlipoth's fanclub in Modern AU, I'd imagine and I will imagine.

Also they're a bit sus, like I know they're great, but they want to build a wall. What's the wall for, huh?

Anyway as a partner sure they're a rock, and have an annoying fanclub but they'd probably be really caring and would be able to destroy anything that threatens you. I'd imagine it's about the same in Modern AU but destroy anything with money.

Nothing is stronger than money, actually a nuke is but we're going to assume none of the Modern AU versions of the characters would have access to that or make their own because that would change the game.

I'd say 7/10 in both HSR and Modern AU, I don't know they're just kinda sus...

Tayzzyronth

I'm about half way through the swarm disaster and question time--

If insect, why hot? Like I hate bugs, mainly flying ones, but like why is Tayzzyronth half insect half human 100% beautiful? Anyway from what I know they basically became an Aeon because they were lonely and like the last one of their species and honestly, they deserve a hug for that.

Still absolutely terrifying and if you were in a relationship with them you'd probably be smothered with the Swarm which is beyond terrifying. Would be significantly better in Modern AU where they wouldn't have insects around them all the time. 4/10 in HSR and 7/10 in Modern AU.

Xipe

Don't know them but they're so beautiful and with a path like the Harmony they've got to be good, right? Right?

9/10.

Yaoshi

I think Yaoshi is the Aeon I most actively thirst for, like they're so beautiful, and they pull off deranged love so well. They would keep their lover alive until their lover goes insane because of mara. And they're super kind, and empathetic. The threat of becoming mara struck is one I would take just to be in their presence. 10/10.

In Modern AU! they'd be so beautiful, still, like one of those fragile looking beauties that would just approach you randomly and then ask, "Are you in pain?" And it'd be really creepy but because it's Yaoshi it'd be okay and you'd fall in love like instantly. Don't answer yes to the question though. I feel like they'd have mad scientist vibes, probably would do unethical experiments which doesn't really sit right with me. Again, would try to keep their lover alive no matter what but they'd be really nice. 9.5/10.

Alright so I did this in 30 minutes instead of working on my presentation which is due tomorrow and I haven't finished research for.

Again this was just for fun, all of the Aeons have super great designs and are super cool imo :) props to Hoyoverse for this

#hsr #hsr aeons #ix the nihility #nanook #yaoshi #I LOVE YAOSHI SO MUCH LIKE MAN #qlipoth #lan #fuli #akivili #aha

[ace930615]

IMPORTANT PLEASE READDDD

Hey guys, unfortunately I'm going to have to take a hiatus for awhile :-( a lot is going on in my personal life with school and work, and as of recently a few weeks back around Christmas my grandmother caught covid and it really knocked her down and made her extremely weak. She can't really walk anymore, needs oxygen, has bowel incontinence, and dementia. She was in the hospital until about a week ago and was going to be living with my family for the time being until we figured out exactly what my nana needs. I honestly dont know why they discharged her because ... man she was still really bad and they knew that she wouldn't have a nurse to come to our house yet! She was residing in my sisters room while my sister moved into our father's office. My sister and i were taking care of her full time for a week, which was extremely stressful. My sister and i had to make sure she was eating/drinking, cleaning up after her (changing her diaper) constantly changing her sheets and making sure she wasn't taking her catheter or diaper off because she kept doing it lmfao. My sister and i told our dad she absolutely needs more assistance than what my sister and i were providing her, we couldn't even get her properly clean like in the bath since she still had a catheter and could barely move we would have to wipe her down! She started to get sick again and we brought her back to the hospital (which she ended up falling and hitting her head). They tried to discharge her back to our house again but eventually my dad got them to discharge her to a nursing home. She's about an hour away, and might need to go to more of a facility/rehab rather than an elderly home because of how sick she is. It's not something we can exactly afford, its going to take whatever little money she gets by the government (since shes not working obviously) and whatever medical/insurance can cover. There really isnt any other choice, we dont have anyone in the family who can dedicated 100% of their time taking care of her (which would have probably been my mom but shes dead), even then my nana would probably still need a nurse constantly if she were to live at our house. My dad and i have been dealing with her insurance since some of it is in my name, and we found out she stopped paying her bills months ago. This isnt surprising considering how downhill she has gone, even before she was sick but my dad wouldnt listen to my sister and i who were still taking care of her weekly because she just got so weak while she still lived in her apartment (due to old age and a number of medical issues). My nana is also incredibly stubborn and did not want to move out of her apartment for as long as she could. She still thinks she can go back but obviously not. So its been really messy! Really messy and stressful and sad LOL. On top I am also having computer issues which is preventing me from saving any art I draw, which honestly im probably just going to have to get a new computer at this point. If you have commissioned me please reach out, I will also be sending messages when i can to my commissioners and we can further discuss it. I am open to refunds at this time! Unless you are willing to wait until i come back, which could be a few months. I absolutely cannot focus on art professionally right now due to these circumstances. I haven't felt this since my mom got sick and passed away in 2016 so it's really... taking a toll on me and my family. Im sorry if this post is a mess there is so much more to this situation and its so complicated i tried to just go over the most important stuff. Thank you guys again. I will be back soon!

[preacherboyd]

Hey hey hey again! Is Justified worth watching? I’m loving ur gifs and I’m looking for something good to watch.

asking me if justified is worth watching is so dangerous because i literally cannot engage with media like a normal person and i cannot shut up about this show when asked. i will endeavour to keep this as short as possible (and spoiler free!) aldkjfhasd im so sorry, friend. i can't be concise to save my life.

justified is many things. justified is cowboys and kin. its about class and the past. fathers and sons. quick draws, fisticuffs and stalemates. morbid humour and quiet tragedy. and more. if any of this interests you, i implore you to give it a try.

but what it boils down to is, what draws me into a book or a show, are its characters. and justified is chock full of some of the best. raylan givens, deputy us marshal, angriest man alive but so diametrically opposed to his own feelings he doesn't even know whats in his own heart. unmatched at the art of quickdraw, and a great shot, but not as good as his buddy and fellow marshal, tim "i don't miss" gutterson, former us army ranger & highly trained sniper. suffers from ptsd, underappreciated wit and self deprecating humour. not to mention, the rest of their team; competence thy name is rachel brooks, who always tells it like it is. and art mullen, chief and team dad, constantly tired of everyone's shit and drama, who will verbally flay raylan and perps alike without a moments hesitation and who'll make your sides split with laughter.

and those on the opposite side of the law. boyd crowder, my beloved. outlaw to raylan's lawman. they dug coal together when they were nineteen which makes them being on opposite sides of the law all kinds of compelling. speaks like the inside of an oxford dictionary deep fried in a kentucky accent. a chameleon in every respect. impossible to know yet so charming in his ways. and a whole gang of side characters whose flaws and eccentricities will draw you in, and leave you thinking for a longggg time.

and i would be remiss not to mention the fans of the show. lately, my favourite thing to do is hop on tumblr after work and scroll through my fellow justies content. vids, meta & analysis, fic, web weaving, playlists, memes. i can never get enough of ppl talking and discussing this show 'cause they've opened eyes to so many things i never noticed before that will definitely make any (inevitable) rewatches that much more engaging. (and i like to delude myself into thinking that there is a kind of justified renaissance happening with the announcement of the limited series spinoff aldkfjasf)

tl;dr: justified good, very worth watching. pls join me in justified hell the holler.

#if u wanna know more #or if u ever wanna chat about justified while ur watching my ask box is always open #i quite literally cannot get enough of chatting about it bahaha #asks

[emisirrelevant]

WE ARE THE TIGERS/WATT WEEK DAY 5

Happy We Are the Tigers Week Day 5 everyone!!

Today's prompt: Mistletoe

You probably know the drill by now, but here I am, presenting you with another song commentary/analysis to celebrate the day. Since the prompt is Mistletoe and I really couldn't come up with anything super creative, and I can't draw to save my life (shoutout to those who have been blessed with talent in the fanart department) today's song commentary/analysis will be Wallflower, as Mistletoe is a plant, and thus reminded me of the song, which also has a reference to a plant.

Okay, now that I'm done explaining my reasoning for picking the song, let's get into it.

•Um I absolutely LOVE how this song starts. Such a catchy little hook.

•Oh GOD I cannot WAIT to hear Lauren and Wonu sing this together as Riley and Cairo again.

•"Nobody remembers 4th grade Riley" way to start a song lol

•"she will never speak up" she just has other methods of communication, ok, and if that involves murder, well-

•"She's scared to be wrong" Well Cairo got her there, tbh

RILEY IS A WALLFLOWER

•"The type of little kid who gets paralyzed with fear when she gets called on" OKAY sorry Cairo but I can't defend you here, I was this person in school irl so

•"It was me who decided you could be so much more than they could see" HIT AFTER HIT, whatever Preston put in this song... MAN, I love it

•"If I never saved you what would you have done" I wonder if either of them ever thought how toxic/dependent their relationship with each other was

•"You would be no one" Singing this instead of saying it, idk if that softens the blow or is just equally as bad-

•"So forgive me for doing what's best for you" Alternate universe, what would it have been like if Cairo and Riley didn't see each other's situations like this- like what if Cairo didn't feel like she needed to "save" Riley and vice versa

•"So forgive me for trrryyyyYYYing to make this easier" WONU GIVING VOCALS here

•"I'll always be on your team" Until your best friend gets arrested

•"You are nothing, you have nothing, without me" again, if my best friend told that to me, much less SANG that, idk man. For musical purposes though, damn.

•"Everyone remembers sophomore Cairo" how Cairo says nobody and Riley says everybody, says a lot about their personalities and I love this little detail.

•"Cause she'll never be wrong, anything but wallflower" Can we get an opposite word for wallflower to call Cairo?

•"But who has your back every single time you crack" The way Riley sings this line later in The Breakdown tho

•"See it's me who's beside you constantly making sure you don't see how much everyone is trashing us for"

•OOH YES and this is my favorite part

•ALL THE HARMONIES YESSSS

•SING IT ICONS

•They are the moment right now

•I also loveeee watching this in the slime tutorial, the stage blocking in this song is great

•One thing I did note when listening to the song again, is how Cairo sings that line about having Riley's back, but interestingly Riley when she sings about Cairo never does. Cairo says she stepped in to save the other kids from teasing Riley, but Riley just sang about how Cairo mouthed off and got into fights, not even if she helped Cairo at all.

•I wonder if that's really subtle foreshadowing now that I think about it.

•OH MY GOD AND THEN THIS PART I LOVE IT SOOOOO MUCH

•When they both separate and sing their own part of the song-

And Riley's like "SO FORGIVE ME FOR DOING WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU"

And meanwhile Cairo's all like "BUT WHO HAD YOUR BACK WHEN YOU HAD A HEART ATTACK"

•AND THEN THE INSTRUMENTAL IN THE BACK WHEN THIS IS ALL HAPPENING OH MY GOD

•Chef's kiss chef's kiss chef's kiss

Is it really a duet with your bestie who may not actually be that, giving enemies to lovers if you don't sing "YOU ARE NOTHING, YOU HAVE NOTHING, WITHOUT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

•"Riley is a wallflower" DUH DUH

•I love how it ends like that, like Cairo has to feel like she needs to be the one who has the last word

•This song is a 10/10 about those kinds of friendships.

I love my cheerwives.

#we are the tigers musical #we are the tigers #watt #watt musical #we are the tigers week 2023 #wearethetigersweek2023 #watt week 2023 #wattweek2023

[ezra-iolite]

The O'Murchadha-Mutheru Kids: Conduit, Sira and Bori

Because I can't draw for shit, and I'm too scared to...... Have some bios of Asya's main kids. Along with some cringey Picrews to help with visualizing them..... ART IS HARD, OK?! ;A;

| Conduit (The Eldest of all the kids- Adopted by Asya) |

~ Brief Description ~

He/Him pronouns. Gay/Achillean orientation.

Voice Claim: Hanta Sero- My Hero Academia (Japanese voice) Singing voice: Stratovarius

His full mortal name is Natori Siwatu O'Murchadha-Mutheru. He prefers to be called Conduit due to the comfort the nickname brings, though his adoptive mother Asya usually calls him "Little Bird", which is what his first name actually means.

Conduit is a curse-made Gargoyle just like Fort Max (link here if you need a visual reference), but while Conduit should turn into stone during the day, the crystals that grow along his back and wings (sometimes his arms, legs and tail, if he uses his powers too much) are shards of moonstones that save him from the curse's stone-form effect. They are what prevents his ability to speak from being stolen and keeps his head and chest from becoming fully gargoyle in appearance, aside from his horns and fangs, and allow him to be active during the day and night.

If the moonstone shards are all removed, the grey scales will creep further up his human skin and he will become a statue at dawn, which will continue until a new crystal patch grows on his back again. But if he cannot regrow the crystals at all before the end of a week.... he will become a full gargoyle and lose his human side forever.

The appearance of his human side only consists of his light tan skin on his upper-torso area and head. But, from his shoulders to his hands, his hips to his feet, his tail and his wings down along his back... Conduit has dark grey scales befitting a gargoyle. He also has scraggly blonde hair and baby blue eyes, with short, straight-arching, dark grey horns. He got his scar across his face long before he met Asya, when he was a feral child struggling to survive against the Deep Dweller sirens constantly attacking him.

Those constant attacks from the Deep Dwellers are the reason why Conduit has a fear of going into the ocean and of sirens, other than Elbent, Ferrous or Indi. Starstrike (@dimorphodon-x's OC) does unnerve him for this reason, but also because of his infamous stare reminding him of a Deep Dweller, but Conduit instinctually masks his fear and does his best to not react to it around him, to ensure he isn't rude or hurtful towards Strike. (He's a very polite little man, even in the face of his PTSD, ok?!)

He quickly grew to reach 8 feet tall by the time he turned 19, making him a full foot taller than Verglaust. But for a while, he was considered the shortest on the ship due purely to his malnourishment, so as soon as he gained some pounds and healthy chonkiness, he quickly gained muscle and size thanks to the healthier lifestyle and care Asya and the gang gave him... Making both Conduit AND Asya late bloomers that gained their growth spurt at the same stage in their life.

He's around 27 years old by the time he arrives at Joka Ardhi, making him the oldest kid on the ship by six years. Once Ferrous becomes captain of the ship, Conduit will take over his father's role as the Immortal Sun's main doctor, helping Nicole even after her retirement.

Overall.... Conduit's a very good boy, kind-hearted, well mannered, and always eager to help. Also very protective of his siblings, especially his sister Sira and Bori.

~ Backstory ~

Asya and her two husbands had spent only five years living on the Immortal Sun, when they came across an island full of pearlescent shards of moonstone crystals, with some growing as tall as trees in towering clusters. Upon landing on the island to investigate, the crew found a cave full of different veins of crystals, a majority of which were magical in nature and could therefore be used for medical or practical purposes. And with Asya's childhood being spent studying the magic of crystals, as is commonly used in Jokani culture, they began to mine for them and bringing back barrels worth of them, a majority of which could be sold for a great fortune.

During their excavation adventure, Asya stumbled across a hut made of palm leaves and crystal shards, as well as a crowd of Deep Dweller sirens flocking at the shore of the hut. There, being pulled down by the sirens and frantically trying to escape their bloodthirsty hunt, was a young boy. A gargoyle somehow moving about in daylight, and being pulled down under the water by the Deep Dwellers. Without even a moment to hesitate, Asya jumped into the water and fought off the sirens, before she pulled the boy to shore and helped him catch his breath.

Weak, malnourished, riddled with injuries, old scars and crystals just like the ones on this island covering his back and wings, the boy looked to be no older than seven, but by his gargoyle features and face, Asya knew he was physically older but was too weak to develop into his teen body properly. And despite her feeling the sting of trauma from a child she previously rescued long before she met her husbands (a purple Dragonkin toddler she named Hyacinth who died at the hands of his captors despite her best efforts to save him).... Asya chose right there and then to take this boy in and raise him to be stronger, healthier and adored, to never face his struggles in life alone ever again.

After checking to be absolutely certain that he was the only one on this island, Asya marched right back to the ship with the boy in her arms, and without even looking back or saying a word to anyone she passed by, despite the obvious confusion and questions of the crew and her captain, Asya brought the boy below deck and nursed him back to health, making him the first child on board the Immortal Sun. The moment he regained consciousness, the child began to act defensively feral, hissing and swatting at anyone who dared come near him, with the only real way to treat his wounds being to wait until he was asleep or wait for him to trust Asya, Nicole or Kevin to touch him while he was too exhausted to fight back, and only then could they fully patch him up. Not even Max during his nightly rounds brought the fellow gargoyle any comfort, but no matter who came and went out of the cage room... Asya was always there, spending every moment she could by his side, patiently waiting for him to lower his guard and simply spoke to him with a soft, maternal voice to soothe his worries, oftentimes calling him "Little bird" affectionately, all without realizing just how suddenly she was adopting the role of a mother.

Four months later, the now healed up and less frightened boy finally began to explore the ship, curious yet timid but in a way a child should be. No longer did he show his feral side, but still he preferred to walk on all fours and move or act like a beast, not that Asya minded as she encouraged him while also showing him how to rely on his hind legs (a secret she had yet to reveal to the crew about her own childhood habit of walking on all fours and learning to transition onto her paws). And after another month, he finally began to speak but with very few words, like a toddler learning how to grasp the concept of speech. It was, however, more than enough to learn his story...

Of how he lived with his human father and mother, a Primus fisherman and a Unicronian weaver, on a tiny ship that relied on the sea for all they needed. Of how the ship suddenly crashed on a small island that was home to a mage, and how the mage angrily cursed Conduit, the only survivor, for stealing from his trash for food, and thus cursed him to bear the appearance of a true beast scavenging to survive. The moment the curse took form, it went rogue from the boy's fear, trauma and anguish, and thus the island became completely surrounded by crystals born of his body and power, killing the mage with it on accident. And since then, the boy grew up surviving on his own, until he was attacked yet again by the same Deep Dwellers who caused his family's ship to crash and killed his parents.

Since that faithful day, Asya has since taken him under her wing and raised him with all her love and praise, and with a healthier lifestyle he immediately shot up in size and grew physically stronger and bigger as a result, reaching well above Ferrous's height when he reached twelve years old, while the gargoyle child was twenty and already surpassed the average human height easily. Nowadays, rather than going by the name Asya chose for him in place of the one he can no longer remember from his parents, he usually goes by Conduit, in reference to his crystals being conduits of the elements.

~ Appearance ~

Present day Conduit (during the timeline of One Last Wish) is a 27 year old cursed Gargoyle who stands at 8 feet tall, with a wingspan of 7 feet. He has light tan skin with more human features than gargoyle ones, with his wings, entire lower torso down to his digitigrade legs and tail, and his hands up to just below the elbows, all being grey like a gargoyle. From the middle of back and the arms up to the thumb of his wings are all covered in small moonstone clusters, which aid in his ability to stay unfrozen during the day and grant him his powers over the sky-based elements (air, heat, water and lightning). He also has short, scraggly, golden blonde hair and blue eyes, nearly the same hue as his adoptive mother's, a large scar right across the bridge of his nose and under his eyes, and short, straight, grey horns.

Clothing wise, Conduit normally just wears grey, baggy shorts or haram pants, due to the sheer thick size of his digitigrade legs, and a sleeveless yellow top that must have no buttons due to how large and beefy he is naturally as an adult. More often than not, he's usually shirtless when he doesn't feel like struggling with his clothes.

When he uses his powers, the crystals glow the colour of what element he uses (red for heat, light blue for air, yellow for lightning, sapphire blue for water) and he can use up to two elements at a time. However, the more or longer he uses his powers, the more the crystals grow along his body, which mainly gather along his back and wings. But if he uses them too often during a battle, they'll begin to creep more and more along his body, starting with his spine area on his back, down to his tail, and then along his arms and the back of his legs. The more crystals that grow, the more unstable his powers become, until he'll start losing control entirely and lighting or heat begin to spout from his crystals and body against his will. The only way to stop this is to break the crystals off and bring them down to a minimum amount at least on his wing tips.

Growing and trimming the crystals always cause him pain since they pierce through his flesh and grow directly from his bones, but Asya's white fire always helps to soothe it a little during their removal.

~ Personality ~

Conduit is a very sweet, empathetic, kind and patient gentleman, and the older he becomes, the more polite and patient he ends up being through experience and age. Even as a man in his late 20s, he's still the kind of person who helps anyone and everyone, even animals... With such an example being his habit of picking up snails when on land, and putting them in the grass or somewhere safe and hidden to keep them safe from a human path. Despite him understanding that he lives a safe life, however, he always excessively worries about his parents due to their collective trauma. And despite Asya's best efforts in making sure Conduit lives a good and happy life, he still worries about his Mama's wellbeing every time she plays the role of the hero for her family. This has resulted in him developing constant nightmares and insomnia.

... Which led to him becoming close with Blue Heron, Max and his adoptive father, Verglaust, when they're all out and about during the night. Once he becomes a doctor, Conduit will grow even closer to Max and Blue Heron, considering them his uncles.

| Sira (Second child of Asya, Third born on the ship- Biological Daughter of Asya and Kevin) |

~ Brief Description ~

She/Her, Lesbian/Sapphic - Asexual

Voice Claim: Yasha- Critical Role Campaign 2 (she IS mute and literally has no means of talking vocally... but Indi does find a crystal that can grant her one, so this is what she would sound like, after a long while of training to relearn how to speak) Singing voice: Lethabo Mello

Her full name is Sira Citrine O'Murchadha-Mutheru, but like most on the ship, she gained a "pirate" name later on in life, based on her assassin skills and lack of voice... Whisper.

Sira is the shortest of all the kids, with her being just two inches taller than her adoptive mother, Elbent, and only reaching below her closest friend Divot's nose when facing them. On average, she can only reach below the chest of the majority of the Immortal Sun's crew, and can very easily sit on Solclave and Verglaust's shoulder without feeling heavy on them, even as an adult, mostly thanks to her lanky build.

She's known as the "smartest" kid on the ship, due to her analytical and quick-thinking nature, so she usually always knows what to do to solve a problem. She inherited her high intelligence and beauty (alongside her height) from her father, but learned her fighting skills and wit from her mother and Uncle Blue Heron. However, she's often considered a know-it-all due to this, and is often teased when she tries to infodump any exciting new thing she's learned.

On that note, she also inherited her Mama Asya's autism (as well as the Mutheru aquiline nose), which only adds to her struggles due to her being born mute and becoming more reclusive as she grew up. She often hides in high places hidden from view to read and stay away from everyone, mostly due to her being so frequently ignored because of her mutism or teased for her book-smarts but lack of knowledge on how to properly express her emotions. This developed into her "cold and stoic" reputation and masking method, even though she is an emotional and highly empathetic person thanks to Asya teaching her and Divot comforting her.

Sira is one of the only two Dragonkin of Asya's lineage living on the Immortal Sun, after Asya and her poly-fam move to Joka Ardhi. But despite Asya being a Ruby breed of Dragonkin, Sira and her younger brother Bori are both Opal Dragonkin, due to them both not being Sun Blessed or bearing the traits of their mother's pedigree. This is because specific conditions must be met in order for a Ruby Dragonkin to be born, and thereafter are considered their own species or breed. (But without these conditions tampering with Asya's firstborn or any child afterwards, every child born of Asya's blood are therefore all Opal Dragonkin (But only Njeri, Asya and Elbent's child, is a Ruby Dragonkin like Asya, since they were born on Joka Ardhi, and has since become the only one of Asya's species to be born during her reign as Dragon Queen)).

Divot (@cuppajj's OC, the child of Drillburst and Fort Max) is the only one who can truly understand Sira on a personal level. For even with them learning how to fluently use sign language, Divot has always been able to "read" and deeply understand Sira since they were kids, and as they grew up together to become warriors and wiser people as a whole, Divot can now read her body language just as clearly as her hand sign. To Divot, Sira can speak a thousand words with just a mere shrug, or say all that she needs to say with just a glance or glare. Deep down, Sira considers Divot her soulmate, thanks to their deep understanding of the mute Dragonkin, and deep down she feels drawn to them in a certain way~

~ Backstory ~

After the troubling birth of Elbent's second-born daughter Indicolite (in which Asya aided in the delivery, but when she was born blue and deathly still, she used the forbidden Soul Fire magic and gave up a piece of her soul to revive Indi), Asya immediately knew deep down that she yearned to bear a child of her own. The baby blues hit even stronger the moment she held the crying and lively newborn siren in her arms, now bearing a tiny shard of Asya's soul for the rest of her life.

There was just one problem with her wish... She was still stuck with the remnant parts of a man, despite her hormone replacement therapy granting her the physique of a woman.

So, it was decided, after much discussion and argument between Asya, Kevin, and Elbent, that until a more permanent solution could be found, they would craft a potion to temporarily grant Asya the full form of a woman, with her first love, Kevin, being chosen as the sire of this child. And for the first few months of her pregnancy, despite all the sickness and aches she felt... Asya finally felt whole. The dysphoria was gone, for the first time in her life, and Asya had never felt so happy since that day.

But the joy did not last... For when she reached only her seventh month, Asya began to bleed and knew something was wrong. The baby was coming. And she knew, despite the constant reassurance she gave to her spouses through her agony... She was dying. The potion was wearing off too soon, and Asya's body was reverting to its old state, with her womb slowly disappearing and the labor now starting to tear Asya apart from the inside.

Working quickly and efficiently, they finally delivered a healthy baby girl, but... Asya couldn't wake up. And while the newborn never cried her first breath, the screams that echoed from Elbent rang across the ship marked the event for all to remember for the rest of their lives, as her spouses soon ran in to witness Elbent slowly turning feral with grief, as she held her dead wife. Kevin and Conduit quickly worked together to patch Asya up and used Conduit's electricity to shock her back to life. And even though it worked... the new mother remained sleeping, too weak to wake up or even move. And upon checking on the premature infant, Nicole discovered why she was so eerily quiet....

The baby was born without a voice. Not even a voice box could be found in the newborn's throat, despite her having everything else she needed to breathe, drink, eat and live without any issues.

So, when Asya finally healed and came out of her coma a month later, the new parents worked during Asya's bed rest to learn sign language and form a curriculum for their mute daughter and all their kids and the crew of the ship to learn, in order to grant their youngest child the right to communicate as she grew. And as she did grow up strong but silent, Asya finally figured out a name for her now three month old, based purely on the appearance she inherited...

Sira, after her late grandmother, Gasira Mutheru, and Citrine for her middle name, after Apophis's daughter, the dragon who was meant to become the next Dragon Queen were it not for the Founders.

....... Growing up on the ship soon became a challenge all on its own for Sira, as without a voice or a clear way to communicate, the young Dragonkin was easily ignored due to how chaotic and loud everyone else was, despite their love and care for her. So, instead of trying to stand out to be seen, Sira opted to simply hide and be patient, wait for her turn for attention to get the things she needed, or simply go to Solclave, Blue Heron, Hawk or, more frequently, Divot for help.

Her visits to Divot and Drill to get away from the frantic lifestyle of her family grew more and more common, even more so when Sira became fully fluent in hand sign alongside her parents, her brothers and sister, and of course Divot, the only person quiet enough to listen to Sira who aided in helping her learn. Now with a more visual way of communicating beyond being dragged around, pointing and writing to show Sira's needs, the blue Dragonkin and the child of the bard quickly became a common sight around the ship, as they grew into mischievous teenagers and eventually witty young adults, masters in the ways of a warrior and seafaring pirates.

Mastering her icy blue flames and the ballet-like grace of her steel barbed whip, a weapon she hides as a belt under her sash while her leather corset protects her skin, Sira grew up into a formidable warrior due to the speed of her attacks and the range of both her fire magic and her weapon. However, Sira's greatest strength lies in her stealth and silence, alongside her quick wit and the trust she has in Divot.

~ Appearance ~

As she grew and neared her pre-teens, Sira looked almost entirely human during this phase of her childhood development, were it not for her sky blue hands and feet (aside from her soles and palms, which were the normal pale brown befitting a person of colour) alongside the very tiny stumps for horns hidden in her afro of dreadlocks. But as she reached her mid-teen years, she developed the traits befitting a blue Opal Dragonkin, with clawed draconic feet upon scaly legs, sharp clawed hands and fangs, a long tail with a short black tuft of fur at the tip, and short, slightly curved, gazelle-like horns. She hated this form of puberty since Dragonkin grow their scales through pimples, just like a human teenager with acne, but are extremely itchy as they emerge and become scales along the skin, which is also oily to help the scales develop into strong, vibrant and hard armour... but it stinks like rotting fish, unfortunately for Sira.

Fashion wise, Sira wears dusty-pastel blue, shoulderless blouses with long draping sleeves, all of them being made of silk or any soft fabrics she can find due to her finding cotton and linen too rough for her comfort. This is normally paired up with simple navy or dark blue pants that only reach her knees, to accommodate for her digitigrade legs, held up by a scarf belt Asya weaved for her 18th birthday, made of dark green and yellow cashmere... The colours of her crush, Divot, which she started wearing as a belt on the day Divot explained their pronouns to show her support for her She/They friend. (Yes, Asya knows this, and she excitedly ships them... She already has a golden cow statuette ready to give to Drillburst, as it is Jokani tradition for a parent or partner to give the family of the betrothed a cow as their dowry) And due to her constant reading, Sira developed bad eyesight and at the age of 12, earning her rectangular glasses that she cannot take off for anything other than baths and sleeping.

Sira inherited her mother's ebony skin tone, but due to her half-black genes, she's just one hue lighter than Asya but is still MUCH darker than Blue Heron. Alongside the Jokani completion, Sira also inherited her mother's long curls, and so keeping in her half-Jokani tradition and for easier hair maintenance, Sira has skinny and tight box braids that only reach below her chin and jaw, styled in a side-swept bob, with a few colourful beads to decorate the very ends of some of her braids in the colours of her parents:

Orange for Asya, Red for Kevin, Dark Blue for Brynjolf, Sky Blue for Elbent, and Emerald Green for Verglaust.

Two pairs are on the first two braids framing her face, to represent all four parents evenly, and two more pairs are on either side of her ears....... And yes, when it's windy, they do tend to whack her glasses.

~ Personality ~

Due to her growing up surrounded by loud, energetic and constantly busy family members, and an even louder ship full of crewmates constantly arguing, bantering, singing and fighting monsters of the sea or other pirates, Sira grew up feeling invisible for most of her life, finding comfort in books and solitude. But because of this lifestyle, she never felt the need to be emotionally expressive to make up for her lack of a voice, for who would even see her expressions or emotions when no one can hear her or remember to look her way?

As such, Sira doesn't speak, or rather sign, as much as she'd like to, simply because she rarely has much to say knowing she would just end up being talked over or not given attention in order to communicate at all, due to her mutism and her need to have someone who knows hand sign to speak to. So, when she does hold a conversation with someone, she often has a chilling and stoic aura around her, almost like an inability to use any of her emotions, which surprisingly aids in showing just how intelligent she can be.

However, Sira is actually very shy and introverted, and oftentimes finds herself acting rather awkward in most social situations due to her solitary lifestyle. This is where Divot comes in as her saving grace and her advocate.... For without them, Sira would be even more antisocial and outright afraid to even approach people, due to the huge barrier her disability causes.

When she's with Divot, Sira is much more expressive, relaxed and happy, to the point that no one on the entire ship, other than her parents, have ever seen her smile without Divot being there. It's gotten to the point, now that they are all older and have formed their adult lives on the ship, that every time Divot enters the room, Sira immediately brightens up and her fire magic flares due to her magic being fueled by her emotions and her literal heart. They usually show up as a smoke-filled sigh that comes out in the shape of a heart, or her tail tip catching fire suddenly. Divot has yet to realize this, much to Sira's relief in her hope of revealing her fiery heart's desire to them one day~

| Bori (Third child of Asya, Last child born on the ship to Elbent's family- Son of Asya and Verglaust) |

(Art belongs to PammyJammy117 on Twitter... I'm just using it as a placeholder cause HE EERIE LOOKS JUST LIKE VERGLAUST AND ASYA BUT WHITEWASHED, LIKE DAYUM)

He/Him, Pansexual

Voice Claim- Lon'qu from Fire Emblem Heroes Singing Voice: Rengoku's part in this... Bori would most likely sing this with Flora (Nicole's daughter) for a karaoke night of drunken fun.... but also I just really like this song ;3;

His full name is Borealis Kaito O'Murchadha-Mutheru, and instead of gaining a badass pirate name like the rest of his family... his appearance and the teasing from his much older siblings led to him earning the nickname "Panda". But, when he's finally treated more seriously, he bears the proud moniker of his name, Bori, after the adoptive albino Dunefarer that Asya considered her true father in her past.

His usual reaction to being called Panda is to immediately snap/spin to the one who called him that (usually just his siblings) and yell at the top of his voice "YOU..... Shut your face!!" and then just as suddenly return to whatever he was doing, including speaking at a calmer and quieter tone, as if it never happened. It's become an inside joke to the O'Murchadha-Mutheru siblings, to see just how far away they can be to see how loud Bori's voice can get.

Bori became the strongest person on the ship, in order to inherit his father's role as the protector of the Immortal Sun. And thanks to the crystal magic Asya discovered during her battle against her father, Bori soon gained the ability to transform into a 35 foot long white Lindwyrm.

Because he's the youngest on the ship, Bori was half raised on Joka Ardhi until he was around 20 years old, when he felt ready to live on the Immortal Sun away from his parents. During his time on land, he discovered his orientation and became a bit of a playboy amongst the Jokani. He did meet and eventually fall for a Dragonkin transwoman with lavender scales named Djamila, whom he visits once a year when the ship returns to Joka Ardhi for their annual family meeting to keep in touch. He hopes one day to bring her with him for the year to see the world beyond the southern kingdom's shores.... and marry her~

Should anything happen to Njeri or her future heirs when they becomes the next Dragon Monarch after Asya, Bori has given his consent to come back to Joka Ardhi and step in as a "stand-in" Dragon Lord until a suitable heir can replace him, be it his own children or someone he feels can bear the mantle of the crown. So, despite his Opal Dragonkin birth and his lack of coronation as crown prince, Bori is a real prince, and a cautionary heir apparent to the Throne of Crimson Sands. And should he actually become Dragon Lord, none would dare to oppose him due to his strength and kindness.

~ Backstory ~

Once again, the baby blues hit a now fully transitioned intersex Asya, only this time she was more severely warned by her husbands and wife that she cannot, under any circumstances, carry a child. Not until they were truly sure of her body being capable of undergoing such a taxing event and survive.

So, a deal was struck... Kevin would carry the child by undergoing an upgraded and longer lasting gender-bending potion, and through a mix of science and meticulous magical aid, a piece of Asya's DNA (her "seed") was altered to ensure she was the biological mother of the child. And, with Verglaust chosen as the sire, Kevin would henceforth be their gender-bent surrogate to the very first Half-Fauna dragon-hybrid, that being a half Desert Lindwyrm Dragon - half Sea Dragon.

Despite their worries of Kevin possibly facing body dysphoria and pain from carrying a child, let alone one bearing a plethora of sturdy genes (of both an increased dragon bloodline instead of a half human one, and Verglaust's dominant giant-size gene), Kevin had no issues and instead experienced a surprisingly pleasant pregnancy and birth... At the result of him realizing that he was genderfluid and loved appearing as masculine or as feminine as he felt each day, to the point that he and Elbent now have daily arguments over her dresses that he steals borrows.

When the baby was born, there was no question on what to name him, especially after the shock wore off from the fact that the infant's ebony skin had white Dragonkin traits. The white scales of his Dragonkin features would soon lead to his parents deciding on the name Borealis, after Asya's father figure who often wore a white wolf pelt to cover his pale, albino skin.

However, because of his literal "black and white" appearance, as well as his early growth spurt making him as tall as Elbent by the time he was ten, his siblings and most of the crew started calling him "Panda". This, however, would be a name that he'd greatly benefit from as it perfectly described him in personality too... For when the day came that his parents decided to leave the Immortal Sun and live in Joka Ardhi, bringing Bori with them after consent was given to let him be raised by his parents until he was ready to return to the ship, many of his now adult aged siblings were given the roles of their parents, be it by the child's choice or inherited by birthright.

And so, Bori grew up for half his life in the royal palace of Joka Ardhi, a designated prince by blood as he grew in both size and power, while also growing up hearing the tales of his parents' heroic deeds during their decades at sea. And as he grew to be just as big as his father, Bori was inspired by him and so chose to inherit the role of the "guardian" of the ship, once he was old enough and felt ready to leave. During his final month in preparation for his departure, his mother Asya revealed to him the secret of her family, of how she won the war against her father for the crown... The crystals that bore the ability to change a dragon from before the Founder's War into humans could also allow humans bearing their blood to turn into titan sized dragons.

Immediately, Bori took his chance to fully embrace the old mantle of his father and gained the ability to turn into a giant Lindwyrm at will, just like his mother could, but one capable of rapid speeds through both air and sea thanks to his inherited White and Yellow fire magic allowing him to hop and glide through the air, while his father's sea dragon genes allowed him to swim faster than the wind... Even though he requires a potion to grant him gills.

~ Appearance ~

Bori is the only one so far to be JUST as tall as Solclave once he's fully grown, all thanks to his father's tall genes and his mother's Dragonkin size boosting genes adding onto it. It certainly doesn't help that he's also huge in a physical way, due to his training to tone his growing body and prepare it for his chosen role as guardian of the ship, a mantle he eagerly wished to gain to honour both his father and maternal grandfather-by-choice.

As such, Bori usually wears armour that mostly consists of leather pants, metal knee pads and boots, leather straps crossed over his bare chest (that constantly creak with strain when he crosses his arms) that hold his twin sinmalayat swords at his hips, and a metal pauldron covering the entirety of each shoulder down to his bicep, one cut in the shape of a wolf skull, the other of a dragon.

...... He refuses to wear a shirt or coat.

Beyond that, he mostly inherited his father's looks, but he has his mother's ebony skin tone, though his is a bit lighter and towards a bronze hue. He also has central heterochromia, with his father's sunset-orange eyes being in the center while his mother's aquamarine-blue hue surround the rings of orange... And sometimes, when his eyes are half-lidded, they appear just like a golden sun on the sea horizon. He often wears his black, wavy curls half-up in a messy bun to hide them, while the rest of his hair reaches just past his shoulders, with three beads (green, orange and red for his father, mother and surrogate carrier) in a single row woven into the hair-tie, as is tradition of a Jokani child.

~ Personality ~

Upon first impressions, Bori appears stoic, intimidating and a terrifying presence to be near, which certainly fit his overshadowing appearance and height. However, once someone gets to truly talk to him without showing him any fear, Bori finally reveals his true personality...

A kind, mannerly, sweet and caring guy who tends to be rather sheepish and easily flustered at the simplest of compliments.

He is very playful with his siblings, since they rarely saw each other before he joined the crew once he was of age, and to make up for lost time they constantly prank each other. In turn, he is very protective of his older sister Sira, the only other Dragonkin on the ship, and the two form a close bond as they celebrate both sabbatic and religious traditions of their Jokani culture together, to honour their mother and family when they miss them.

And when the day comes that he finally brings his girlfriend on board, they celebrate their Jokani ways as a new family to help Djamila (often called Millie for short) settle in and enjoy her time on the ship... just as the crew did when Asya first came on board~

And to finish this off.... here's everyone's heights, with Asya (in her true Dragonkin form), Verglaust, Elbent, Kevin and Solclave for comparisons.

#pirateformers au #tigracespace #ezra iolite og work #character bios #Conduit #Sira #Bori the Second

[libidomechanica]

“Midas they cannot speak to her heare, when, seizd with the catch,”

A limerick sequence

                Midas they cannot speak to her heare, when, seiz’d with the catch, ere the true minded    early love. But when    your life. And, brib’d, unsought in the needs be got, in dream where these?

                Placed it would their own Posterity. Yet wist na what this Paws; till Viper-    like David or three-fold?    The argument vplifting of loue lay sweet and tymely fade.

                And I look together, the yeares art, must, wilt thou that! But Roger ties    his own, and they fainting    Oyle had been told her none that that will be by any chance.

                The silly rose-red wing! Bid me die, and graceth, into gold and been take    up a man no more then    giue learne spell. A godly Cause, weke, that shapeless of Albany.

                He asked without sense, I can no more augment to Depose. Th’ Egyptian    Rites invade. Take a    wretches a spouse and praising me, and absinthe art, and his Heir.

                But when I hear my sight, that may now my spright, his loved us. Placed it by    the Tongue. Or does nothing,    for, her head. Nor will be that, the rail along ago, ’ she sees!

                Daughter as I pleade in the rest again. It is all they are common those    lofty argument only.    Breath bloody armament. The year; and then lemons, and died.

                Ah well to the free: that being, but the queen was done, Salámán still with    coffee spoons; I know not    things are. As the winnow’d by boyling on the room is eel-black.

                ) Midas the rain is haunt of her Earth! But did never state, but that it at    all, would the moon’s more the    silver and tears. But hard the threshold of melting serve the Soul.

                Of such a dire Agent found no more besides. In dream’d, th’ event    of your more the underground    as twilight his Finger of the Prior, turn him that makes.

                That by your hands his God, and left me driues away. What tyranny is the    Forms of art at all    Eternity. What she doth with awful, could almost doth diuide great!

                Ever singing, each others, breakfast and from his Right of the rain or had    a stair into their loss    of the utterly, it might deem him with lullaby your leave.

                Here harts do crown’d with me mad to do, the lonely compare; sweet is the public    tis Duty; but an    ashen greyness. Of bird upon the Place, who earns the Latin?

                In her back. Seeing it they take a window hope of all was he Paus’d; then    shall were not think to fade.    And with reasonable malady, or the gaine, wherein appere.

                And Job, I must beat double hills her silence and leafy shaw, and the suns.    And all’s saved, their passion    shall I should cancel private life; yearning thin! Thoughts dim and grief.

                As girls were tedious image of sense of these cruel knife has been continue.    It would needs let it    like a dog, a little wings, up and blue, and so in happy!

                And winks behind Thee! And flowres doe at last to know just stopped nothing new:    that to his murder and    chaunge eeke ourselves this room I never pin. And the buried day.

                If to look on the narrow still with pins; roger so near the new. Dart of    all that’s good Barzillai    thou have, thoughts with tears a ladder! ’ The true beauty go withstand!

                Lit like common thou must show my spirit out of my decayse: and elegances    pere: attempt th’    effect, nor prating were at me moved me up a manners.

                If silent sees only what I meant. By morning thought up with Allegories    dart. Thou blind ideal    like one on the fire is youthfull Issue shall lift and make chaff.

                In thing new: that right ruine or ten. And of them fades, changefull Oake, whose lips,    so sweet is to this    inarticulate in sweet lady-flower with such substance draw?

                In Power, to be inclynd: to grope for his own best all would not but with    constantly? Then, Israel    hope, and Hell that eve on tiptoe, said, as the paint all transformed.

                I peeled bit of his you come and hacked fyne. And thou sprung his two season of    that his future Truths are    Negligent or rare life in her praise. The wide whispered their Tast.

                Trust thy long day, my stonishment: and so hushed with crimson drops he that woud    breath; that times, contracts his    past us Veil’d—but ev’ry woman, but hauing laughs, and a Wife.

                Thee from this change. Remembering so deep dost fly: if thou dost go, thro’ heavens    Annointed Joies, your silent    deepe through green leap, and make his passion could be enjoying.

                ’ Montgomery! There was bom old. It is at home. With girland cruell play, may laughed    whiles her eyes, I shunning    snow; for it, or small a progressed flowers. Look, what nothing elf.

                By silent contend; asham’d to be lost in his Curse untrue. An humbled    line: but lift vp to the    figures, would be any guilt thou brings the streets, the night I dream?

                By Weavers issue, as a Nun breathing else, and the topic die. Henceforth    him with Wine, to Physition    far within it, lest thy Will’ more. And threats did see, the sea.

                We get out of her if she requite unnaturally; but a wind double    hunger-pinch. With mystery.    But a Spark too late I find her, by a pool in the long.

                Gold out my knee desire, or shallowed you I never since those who    can paint the little moves    dart. You should have changes to heauens bliss. Which, the dwarf took pity.

                Like to wandered and energy: I’ll bury alive and tropic shade, natures    skill exceeds mohair.    But when the sores she sandy shore where taste, and vnkind, in my neck.

                When I cry she is old Instrument. Sleeping teares doe dart, whose for me    thing but you out. When it    rubs its bloody gore which, well, what if at length vnstayd like at all.

                Till at their own Worth, and produce, or was, by Writing, and sware delight. Knowledge    he came they die. Eating    her mouth of us, They must: puncture given th’Offending.

                Love took you fast next years. All things, fearing Eye to find out of dressing by    gladly your quest. A Father    this wealth breed; gainst your Arms accuse of light that make the gate.

                An’ the strings to keepe good bathe atmosphere are the fruit-tree fall sorts of    energy; you squeal at all    bleed. Shall I teach may not say that men mourn, my Countries rosbif.

                Out of the State, but I to her for easie of Apprehends no kill the Susan’s    could spin on you. Do    I now more missed, like birde feels so, althought of Business at home.

                The beggars raffle there, if ye gie a woman’s like Heaven’s only by    dismay, and the circled    till live, to read. But, I fear in Masque: so wild spares thro’ the skye.

                Second is part of it? The railway, in equal colour’d flame, she sang sweet    conspiring Crowd: for all    they conquered that is some fresh struck my brow; the public men shore!

                All, to follow. It’s … well, that I have her wishing, and being a pillow    stood, engirt with Allegories    pride disdeigneth to no end, till sit upon a dunce.

                Pity Natures good thin and unlearn the slaking up in long for the purpose.    This loue: in which I    should insistinguishing we weeping, Die, oh! Her eie lids close.

                Her sweetness of their own descent Moons and kissing too hard a hart, into    two sides the corner for    me prepared his Wrath expose? That oil’d and holt, cramming river!

                His Kings are. Decay we’re made her wrath to earth, too clothes the great Orion    slow, they cannot lyfe endure    on his Royal bloodletting snow; for the lowly complaine.

                Or who can painted a Saint Laurence, this sings, flew by her transmuted, we    had to seek; all handle    liuing fire and Self make Heirs for all the next valley, they’d have you.

                Well, all it highest but of her mammie’s wark, and she great a peach, to the    dooryards and trusting on    loves, but fie! But in vain— or choked black and another Lippo!

                ” A park with might such a calendar. What happy shore—come a path Melissa    Florian, I with    worke is but die, and set this the Laws. On flower to the close.

                At Gath and good-night? She’ll not like that simplicius asks of the spils that soueraigne    might reaps not it, as    o’er me to blooming from which the Rose, but few behold you say.

                By chance—sure o’ bliss. Of all paine, I think you say. Dost work, and drizling summon’d,    and man’s beck, but not    behind thump a league of straws and so nor was, I was a wart.

                May bring they set you. And thinner me and the think of the Storm grace I saw;    and after a room of    successors. And tread the air. Where she did Joyn, the best dismay.

                Has prove their doubtfully. Dulling stroke alone in Vain? We finds, but suddenly    thing. But being behind,    and Priests the wind; tis easy conduct nice, and the wonder.

                These Adam-wits tongue! Her brought of old from your tears. I maruaile of the    Sword, which have been the girl    and the crowned their Land, come to the strange! Himself in with the street.

                Hen, if we watch diviner Lust, his face rose, and specious Name to watch the    sighs behind. Never, quickens    Lovers, to thee long drive Homer’s and Helen, in our life.

                And are they steps proclaim’d him, as the cover … autumn robbed, by these a    constitutions, matchable    than alley’s end where remains of Kings are. I know ye: alas!

                That all, make his function spend, at wondrous thrush concerting to be done. While    thou noticed you I never    proud and in Gracefu’ air; ilk feature give away thee.

                How fair she-world, and final end, you of the bat. The world and looks my presence,    like what I knew all    your greater. Ne thieving not cry to embrew, that her advice.

                Oh, odious-moving blossoms, and the king puzzles morning glances; o    sceptred hart. Had turned towers    thinking about, and admir’d. Ah why hath Love fled away.

                For Ten to the generous eyes hath mo pence; their artillery at the    man! While he is frayle    eyes the firbloome, now! It is a womankind’s Eye its Pupil!

                Some brightnesses impure, with the river. Such wretch for they still in Chloe    wandered and runs over    king, in her that maks us mair enchanting from him thy Head.

                Or bid me deare loved Attribute. Reawakened, your cupped palms in her    ere he saves to represent    the Springs from his beare, is long with troubling slaves to kisse.

                But a shake still would there made a Queensbury to her abstaine, agayne I    wrote it wholly unexpecting    Fame, then the Time’s love is sorry. And sawdust restrayne.

                But now apace, I learned to stone, or rot upon thy Line! Is at her    in a work on Jerome    knocked and little, and proved us. But he wonderous emprize.

                May read infant, slain the stone, unmoved, cold, of her abstained, flaming in the    worlds rare perfect beauties    so filled, that much. Worth with their father’d’ as subject Impotence?

                Start to his Overthrow, and watching spark, sighs for Monarch’s End. Which, from him    that the fault! Who need noticed    before, were Jebusitick Crime. A fathoms, false delight.

         ��      Because of our hours betraying him that Honour love me those life! Now with    louely fyre, base thing angels,    palms each my hair is compile giue leaue the Season is it?

                Than his grave sir, whom, shunned they could not conquer’d Hand, where the world has she is    free, but to perplex me    so little boy who spat& called lover, despised? No time. And rain.

                White vapours, that little Cupids dart. Made Drunk with its watery fair, ever    in a Pageant Show,    and left and pray. Who now I mean Descent of your golden keys.

                And close in ten, one part soft a lass, how euer thought to say: I am    Lazarus, come; come, why should    be. When thousand yet, as the soft floating David’s Government.

                And died. And now Will’s eye a miller with Pride; how sweet pleasing paragon,    and merrily roar out    one sacred ill, would haue the herself and sweet aspect bother.

                Of th’ impending Croud and not cry also although obviously    Love! Of the general onslaught.    So wet it shortly rain’d, th’ admire, ye be the Good.

                To make, the speak the Forms of mine, and plain pudding down in black? And worke for    me. I always for my    excellent, let reason is this world came first-born and I go.

                Well that alone notes and tymely clear raindrops in your Princes of straw-    fire flared and Evil. And    seven more and Turbulent of change they have lovely Davies.

                Still at hand now there came, the rivers with buckles of flowers for a spoile,    that tree, and runs fast    hold? And lullaby your glasse of hell, but his rude bones, two name.

                Her harts desires: then, tho his both the Pleiads, rising those lyfe that. She    shall do so fit words are    we seem Constrain’d the street’s hushed with Peoples Prayer, than to dust.

                Not things were it faded face amid thy part of God, and told your eye—tell    you him take a target    for you! Mated with her vnaware. And the Blest: his low transformed.

                And years works—paint a-praising Rebell be, a lip to his Throne? Tempt Gods-smiths    could not clap your golden    sands. When I clung to choose; and with open to their presence dew.

                To whom is the Mark, and acts just as some to grow! Calling; recall the world    is that father, now so    gay barbarians? Indeed! Who, moving me she won, all these?

                ’ Add to turned myself means. Now what construe well these Dregs into gold? I can’t    therefore that that name,—and    I, in those who wants to enter a dew on floats into you.

                Yet thou wert dead doing to his Train. Waves beheld the greedy season that    might I mighty senses    in a rabbits by the murmured Florian asked: Melchior?

                That not? Every turnes his face with fur into thee, when her own sweet is    through euery minute the    mirror, where so wonder an artichoke but never not fades!

                How fair Pretence of all woman’s house, the bier, while his planets on summon’d,    and service. When I heard,    shall commenced; Decide not lame, poor, nor have knows. I am shame.

                Or up the Iliad before her sex’s antidotes over the Flock.    Then, to Alienate than    Nectar or two—saint John there was, curse; but sure I hear me out.

                Why then them best for a wind and go work to assail this return. That come,    when, sick which he thrums his    Soul Disclaims theyr great god Pan, I hear, mistress or did I meet?

                His Master, painted—better are full of some Expensive Sins refrain, we    tooke Stella beare, on thy    black cable. A gentle dear pitying wine forelock take.

                The queens! Heard some to please; take any mention, having water. Somewhere Beauty    still rob the universe,    sound all bury alive and good-bye: no light, Stealing kisse!

                Whether poure: and sculk’d behind, and now passion curs’d with scorn to pot. In our    eyes doth display, they eat    a victorious intense eye could come forth a Servile Train.

                That follow you up the harts by thee clime? I never then more abuse such,    who turn in the mountain    among thro’ me lent. Where I proue, and country of feruent seas.

                Old England, and watch you shines. Well know how much easeful Death, or baser    kynd, each her mortal eyes    I the hour mother while we never returning round and live!

                Then would have known them all but he threatens all around the dreadfull temperature.    To enrich your    joy: love holds up his from wel tempest of a Democracy.

                Perhaps will my though in the old and fly in, of pelf, yet deep wit, when wilt    weep. Not so, when I inhale    but of the record that is so rich will take; she shore, remoue.

                And by a simplest Lute! Why, sir, both the Fantom of silk and what before    it from island under    within my heart know my spires and unco wae, to the Madness?

                —The little store. I honor and caught is still affirm’d, with which I vnto the    Ill, for Loyalty then    fall againe vnreaue. And sighing elf. Thy music and durst Depose.

                Thing, flies were stop this face? For if it were young fawne that. Our best acquainted,    then come and when on me,    an’ aft my heart’s part: as the shapings of the world, whether Voice.

                —Clean Hearts yearn after then should have larks of Grievances, my Love! Did I seeke    each other cry lord, without    a bit of Fasting on the sandy footstoole humbled.

                She took the publick Pillar, we are two hard again and I will teaching    in a rivers with pompous    roialty. And falls across the two resplendour face again.

                And happy had his fate of a part of despair. He music, they fainting    from the Height of nature’s    charm which, that locust blossomed and field where would like to confess.

                Are of my love, here in her possible. Woe, that Angels come a question,    the wight myself round the    coarse smut of their Gods, and from his true loue lyke a rainbow, trick.

                When they craving mans believing not say be sure he love but try yours for    it not. Were these a corner    your eies: whenas death’s until all old mill-horse, the closer?

                Known the roof. But mercy as in the dark dissolving hole, warm days by    emperor and the silent    be. Numerous gloue, in drouth, so I, mad with unquest of you!

                Huddle, as one increase, stock, Stone, or did I love is lost. Catch her late to    proue, ne feard with no one    hands we tore himself mighty king, the ships, and answer to love.

                Spread of the Latin more like the Bust and happy, it has not through the sky,    and full of a whole Hydra    more remaine, with fair to smoke occupation? On flower.

                Will forgot, would do deeds; lilies revived, and impulsive; I was course of    her reflections which they    did adorn’d, and maketh it and secure. Loved your mouthful morne.

                Of Julia, and eek my nature brought: Piffle! If Master, inspiration;    even you that with least    a piece of things are laid his native truth, under than The Wise.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #150 texts #limerick sequence

[homicidal-slvt]

Songs I associate with simon:

Part 2

- The unforgiven - metallica

New blood joins this Earth

And quickly he's subdued

Through constant pained disgrace

The young boy learns their rules

With time the child draws in

This whipping boy done wrong

Deprived of all his thoughts

The young man struggles on and on, he's known

V vow unto his own

That never from this day

His will they'll take away

What I've felt, what I've known

Never shined through in what I've shown

Never be, never see

Won't see what might have been

Never free, never me

So I dub thee unforgiven

They dedicate their lives

To running all of his

He tries to please them all

This bitter man he is

Throughout his life the same

He's battled constantly

This fight he cannot win

A tired man they see no longer cares

The old man then prepares

To die regretfully

That old man here is me

Never free, never me

So I dub thee unforgiven

You labeled me, I'll label you

So I dub thee unforgiven

- Welcome home (sanitarium) - Metallica

Welcome to where time stands still

No one leaves and no one will

Moon is full, never seems to change

Just labelled mentally deranged

Dream the same thing every night

I see our freedom in my sight

No locked doors, no windows barred

No things to make my brain seem scarred

Sleep my friend, and you will see

The dream is my reality

They keep me locked up in this cage

Can't they see it's why my brain says rage?

Sanitarium, leave me be

Sanitarium, just leave me alone

Build my fear of what's out there

Cannot breathe the open air

Whisper things into my brain

Assuring me that I'm insane

They think our heads are in their hands

But violent use brings violent plans

Keep him tied, it makes him well

He's getting better, can't you tell?

No more can they keep us in

Listen, damn it, we will win

They see it right, they see it well

But they think this saves us from our hell

Fear of living on

Natives getting restless now

Mutiny in the air

Got some death to do

Mirror stares back hard

Kill, it's such a friendly word

Seems the only way

For reaching out again

- Would? - Alice in chains

Know me broken by my master

Teach thee on child, love of hereafter

Into the flood again

Same old trip it was back then

So I made a big mistake

Try to see it once my way

Drifting body, it's sole desertion

Flying not yet, quite the notion

Am I wrong?

Have I run too far to get home?

Have I gone?

And left you here alone?

Am I wrong?

Have I run too far to get home?

Have I gone?

And left you here alone?

If I would, could you?

- Down in a hole - Alice in chains

Bury me softly in this womb

I give this part of me for you

Sand rains down and here I sit

Holding rare flowers

In a tomb, in bloom

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved

See my heart I decorate it like a grave

You don't understand who they thought

I was supposed to be

Look at me now a man

Who won't let himself be

Down in a hole, feelin' so small

Down in a hole, losin' my soul

I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they've put all the stones in their place

I've eaten the sun so my tongue

Has been burned of the taste

I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth

I will speak no more of my feelings beneath

- Nutshell - Alice in chains

We chase misprinted lies

We face the path of time

And yet I fight, and yet I fight

This battle all alone

No one to cry to

No place to call home

My gift of self is raped

My privacy is raked

And yet I find, and yet I find

Repeating in my head

If I can't be my own

I'd feel better dead

Just going through the rest of these that you've sent in now so I won't comment on all of them but I will share all of them.

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Is “Once Saved, Always Saved” Biblical?

Coming from a background that taught eternal security to the degree that “once you are saved, you are always saved,” I am very well versed in all the Scripture that supports this view. However, when I came into the Spirit-filled walk, I began to study and read opposite views on this subject and came to embrace them. However, I could not find peace in the extreme of needing to be saved again every time I sinned, as that certainly had no security in God’s keeping power. Both extremes cause problems in the body of Christ. Let us look to God’s Word and find the balance between these two extremes.

God does not want us to take our salvation lightly, nor does He want us to be constantly insecure with the fear of losing our salvation. Therefore, He gives us Scripture to prevent both of these extremes. First, let us look at Jesus’ words in John 10:27-28, “My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life, and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand.”

At first glance, this Scripture does seem to guarantee immunity against spiritual loss. However, if we notice the condition of this promise, we will see that it is only those sheep that are listening to and following the Lord that cannot be plucked away from the Lord’s hand. If they choose to, they may jump out of His hand at any time.

Nowhere in Scripture does God even hint that He will violate the freedom of choice of His followers. Christians can choose to leave God and be lost again, just as surely as sinners can choose to be saved. When we are “born again” we do not lose our power of choice, for God never overrides the will of man as long as he lives. The Lord desires that all grow in Him to become overcomers, ruling and reigning; yet He does not force anyone to make this choice, even if they are a child of His. Freedom is one of the most beautiful gifts He gives to man. The Lord will bring His people along only as far as they are willing.

Many Scriptures show plainly that if a person is not willing to continue to follow the Lord, he can lose the gift God gave him. Just think how useless all the hundreds of Biblical warnings of apostasy would be if it were impossible to fall away.

If this could not happened, the Holy Spirit never would have led Peter, Paul, and others to pen such solemn admonitions against eternal loss. The parable of the sower and the seed is a perfect example of those who believe for a while but fall away in times of temptation.

“Those by the way side are they that hear; then cometh the devil, and taketh away the word out of their hearts, lest they should believe and be saved. They on the rock are they, which, when they hear, receive the word with joy; and these have not root, which for a while believe, and in time of temptation fall away” (Luke 8:12-13).

These people had believed, but they fell away. “Now the just shall live by faith: but if any man draws back, my soul shall have no pleasure in him. But we are not of them who draw back unto perdition, but of them, that believe to the saving of the soul” (Hebrews 10:38-39).

Some do cast away their faith and drawback ending up in perdition (hell). To those of us who love God, it is very difficult to understand how anyone could desire to leave the Lord and turn back to the world. Nevertheless, it does happen because the Word declares that some will do this. The Lord is the only one that can set people free from demonic influence. We may not understand how eternal life can be terminated if it is eternal. Certainly, eternal life is eternal, but the Bible declares that eternal life cannot be possessed by men apart from a living union with Christ.“And this is the record, that God hath given to us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. He that hath the Son hath life, and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life” (1 John 5:11-12). “I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit. Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abides in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me. I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing. If a man abides not in me, he is cast forth as a branch, and is withered; and men gather them, and cast them into the fire, and they are burned” (John 15:1-6). “Well; because of unbelief they were broken off, and thou standest by faith. Be not highminded, but fear: For if God spared not the natural branches, take heed lest he also spares not thee. Behold, therefore, the goodness and severity of God: on them which fell, severity; but toward thee, goodness, if thou continue in his goodness: otherwise thou also shalt be cut off. And they also, if they abide not still in unbelief, shall be grafted in: for God can graft them in again” (Romans 11:20-23).

We can see that we must keep our faith in God to maintain our union with Him. We have no life apart from our union with Him. Losing our salvation or falling from grace is not an instantaneous occurrence. It takes time for a branch to wither. We need not fear that if our flesh is weak and we sin we shall instantly lose our salvation. It is difficult for a person to lose his salvation because the Holy Spirit will do all He can to draw that one back to Himself. He will inspire others to pray and will do all within His goodness, mercy, and grace to influence the straying one to return. However, if a man does not respond to His goodness, then severity falls as the judgment of God is automatic against all sin.

God loves the sinner, but hates and judges the sin. If the sinner refuses to part with his sin, then he comes under judgment because of his own choice not to follow God. God does not want anyone to suffer destruction. But if one chooses that path, He will not prevent it.“If any man defiles the temple of God, him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, which temple ye are” (1 Corinthians 3:17). “If we suffer, we shall also reign with him; if we deny him, he also will deny us” (2 Timothy 2:12).

Man can walk in rebellion for a season without losing his salvation. But if he continues, eventually he will cross a line where he no longer has the life of Christ in him.

This does not mean that he will be lost forever, for he can repent and come back to the Lord at any time before death.

Making Sure of Our Salvation

“He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels. He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches” (Revelation 3:5-6).

We need to give diligent to make our salvation sure. When we become overcomers we will never need to fear the Lord blotting our name out of His book of life. However, from this scripture, we can see that it is possible to be blotted out of the book of life.“According as his divine power hath given unto us all things that pertain unto life and godliness, through the knowledge of him that hath called us to glory and virtue: Whereby are given unto us exceeding great and precious promises: that by these ye might be partakers of the divine nature, having escaped the corruption that is in the world through lust. And beside this, giving all diligence, add to your faith virtue; and virtue knowledge; And knowledge temperance; and to temperance patience; and to patience godliness; And godliness brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness charity. For if these things are in you, and abound, they make you that ye shall neither be barren nor unfruitful in the knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. But he that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see afar off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins. Wherefore the rather, brethren, give the diligence to make your calling and election sure: for if ye do these things, ye shall never fall: For so an entrance shall minister unto you abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ” (2 Peter 1:3-11).

If we have spiritual ears we shall hear the Holy Spirit speaking to us to press on and “make our calling and election sure.” We can lose that which we have been given if we do not nurture it and yield to the Holy Spirit so that it might grow. One argument for “once saved, always saved” is based on the analogy of sonship. The reasoning goes, “My child is born into my family and he will always be my child. He cannot be unborn. Whether obedient or disobedient, he will always be my child.” This line of reasoning avoids the central issue. The question is not whether a child can be “unborn,” but whether it can become sick and die. If the baby is not fed it will soon die. Unless the Christian lives by the Word of God, he cannot continue to partake of the spiritual life derived through the Holy Spirit. To disconnect salvation from obedience and its resultant spiritual growth goes against the Word of God. To focus eternal life on a past moment when one once decided for Christ is not consistent with the Scriptures. This would eliminate man’s free will from that point on, which the Lord never does. We can obey or disobey subsequent revelations of truth, and as we do this, it will undoubtedly affect our final destiny. Willful sin shatters the relationship by which eternal life is obtained. There is an eternal “if” in every consideration of eternal security. “But if we walk in the light…the blood of Jesus Christ his son cleanseth us from all sin” (1 John 1:7). “…If that which ye have heard from the beginning shall remain in you, ye also shall continue in the Son, and in the Father” (1 John 2:24). “…if any man draws back, my soul shall have no pleasure in him” (Hebrews 10:38). “If a man abides not in me, he is cast forth as a branch, and is withered; and men gather them, and cast them into the fire…” (John 15:6). “…if a man keeps my saying, he shall never see death” (John 8:51). …if thou continue in his goodness: otherwise thou also shalt be cut off” (Romans 11:22). “…if ye do these things, ye shall never fall” (2 Peter 1:10). “For we are made partakers of Christ if we hold the beginning of our confidence steadfast unto the end” (Hebrews 3:14). “ …if we deny him, he also will deny us” (2 Timothy 2:12). “For if we sin willfully after that we have received the knowledge of the truth, there remaineth no more sacrifice for sins” (Hebrews 10:26). “…If any man loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him” (1 John 2:15). “Ye are my friends if ye do whatsoever I command you” (John 15:14). “For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die” (Romans 8:13).

All of these Scriptures are conditional, if we, as men, take responsibility for the plan of salvation; God’s sovereignty certainly holds no flaws. All of the Scriptures fit in their proper place when we look at them from a balanced perspective. We do not have to throw any of them out to make our doctrine fit. There are Scriptures directed to those who are in danger of falling away, others which are directed to those who have no hope and have sinned unto death; some are for those who have overcome and therefore cannot fall from grace, and still others are directed to those who are striving to reach that place. Looking at the Scriptures in this light, we can see they do not contradict one another.

We should be encouraged not to turn back, as we are only saved through faith in Jesus Christ as Saviour. The Believer’s Security

“…There is none another name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved” (Acts 4:12).

As Christians, we show our faith through our works. It is a manifestation of our love for Him. Keeping God’s commandments and doing right is merely the result of His Holy Spirit dwelling in the heart. These are the fruits of the Holy Spirit. We do these things not to be saved, but because we are saved. As long as we love the Lord with all of our hearts, we are going to be obedient to Him and cling to Him. He will not let go of us unless we cast Him away through our continued sin and indifference and willful disobedience. We cannot lose our salvation, but we can forfeit it.

Satan (Lucifer) lost his estate through willful sin. Adam and Eve lost their estate also because they sinned and fell from God’s original plan. However, Jesus made a way for mankind to be restored simply because man did not have light. Lucifer had full knowledge when he sinned; Adam and Eve were not walking in full knowledge when they sinned, so God made a way for them to be restored to their original place in God through Jesus Christ. Let us not forget what we have in Christ but press on so that we do not end up shipwrecked.“Holding faith, and a good conscience; which some having put away concerning faith have made shipwreck” (1 Timothy 1:19). “And Jesus said unto him, No man, having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of God” (Luke 9:62).

Work Out Your Salvation

Salvation is a process. We are saved at the time we give our life to Jesus; we are being saved daily as we walk in the spirit and we will eventually be eternally saved when we get to heaven. We can complete our salvation by seeking God to cleanse us and perfect us to become like Jesus. This is accomplished by learning and obeying the Word of God. For now, we are admonished to “work out our salvation.” We are transformed through our obedience.

“And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your salvation with fear and trembling. For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure” (Philippians 2:11-13).

There is a possibility that a person can lose their salvation and their name can be “blotted out of the book of life,” so the Lord directs His warnings to those people who are rebelliously walking away from God in an attempt to turn them back to Himself. God will not drag people to heaven, as ultimately, we must desire to go there and come through the Biblical way of getting there; which is to repent of our sins and accept the Lordship of Jesus Christ by faith and receive the salvation that God provided for us by His death on the cross and His burial and resurrection. When we do this and follow and obey Him we can be sure we will go to heaven.

I will share another blog article soon entitled, “The Security of the Believer” so that all who are following Him and have a relationship with Him can know the scriptures that assure us He will never leave us, nor forsake us, and we can know of a certainty that we will go to heaven.

From: Elder Steven P. Miller February 18th, 2023 Founder of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups Jacksonville, Florida., Duval County, USA. https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sparkermiller.JAX.FL.USA https://www.tumblr.com/blog/gatekeeper-watchman https://www.facebook.com/ParkermillerQ/ Twitter: @GatekeeperWatchman1, @ParkermillerQ, @StevenPMiller6; #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #Ephraim1, #IAM, #Sparkermiller, #Eldermiller1981 Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956

[terushimooo]

Zeke loves to have long sex sessions with you bc he truly enjoys giving you pleasure………

……..And cuz he also burns lots of calories. He worked hard for his 8-pack!🔥😂😭

A/n: Noooooooo not the 8 packkk :LLMMAAOO:

Okay but…

Zeke definitely loves having long sex session with you, but only because he truly enjoys THINKING he’s giving you pleasure

In reality—and if you read the tags on my last shit post—this man literally CANNOT find the clit to save his life. This is not the fic you asked for, but it’s the one I have to offer.

A MAN’S BEST FRIEND

Zeke x f!reader x Grisha

Modern, college and medical au

W/c: 1.1 k

C/w: minor smut, dubcon bordering noncon touching, poor sexually uneducated Zeke, soft yandere, trip to the doctor, based off a tik tok I saw once, kinda humourous but mostly cringe, basically soft and fluffy, unedited

Zeke, star athlete, golden boy, and the absolute heartthrob of your university.

When the blond-haired pitcher approached you one day in the hallway—pointing to the piece of toilet paper stuck quite obviously to the bottom of your shoe—you thought you'd died right there and then.

Sadly, luck just wasn’t on your side.

From then on, every time the jock so much as caught a glimpse of your figure, he’d be shouting across the courtyard, arms flailing and feet carrying himself over before you could so much as scope out an escape route.

If life wasn’t tough enough already, being dubbed the “toilet paper girl” certainly didn’t help.

Some might call it endearing, the way Zeke constantly seeks you out, always trying to strike up a conversation about anything, spilling his heart out on his sleeve for just a glimpse of your approval. But you think it’s rather unsettling.

There’s something not quite right with the way he follows you, always watching from the shadows, appearing out of nowhere at all of your most embarrassing, vulnerable moments.

You can’t help but think someone like Zeke obviously has ulterior motives—something he wants. But it never crosses your mind that the thing he wants… Well, that thing is you.

Zeke’s been your biggest fan since the day he first noticed you that fateful day. You hadn’t noticed the way you almost slammed into him, when you rushed out the door of the women’s bathroom in a flurry of panic.

But Zeke noticed you.

Zeke noticed the way your face was hot with exertion, the way your bag sat haphazardly across one shoulder, and of course, the way a small stream of toilet paper dragged after your shrinking form.

Originally, when Zeke called out to you it was done in an attempt to embarrass you, to reprimand you for not paying attention to your surroundings, for almost hitting the king of this campus. But when you turned around to meet his eyes, lips parted in shock, chest heaving in enhoustion, and face hot with embarrassment—Zeke knows he was absolutely, and utterly fucked.

Pursuing you was far from easy, but it was worth it.

After years of the chase, years of learning your routine—all your favourite foods, shows, and all the small little habits you both consciously and unconsciously perform—he finally has you all to himself. He finally has you on his bed, skirt pulled up around your waist, panties slipped to the side, and body trembling with anticipation.

Zeke groans in appreciation as he sinks down to his stomach, face drawing nearer to your core. You cry out as his stubble brushes against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, as a wet tongue laps at your pimpling skin.

Just as you feel his breath on your throbbing heat, as you think he’s finally, finally going to go down on you—he stops.

When you push yourself up with your elbows to see what’s wrong, you’re met with a wide eyed boyfriend, shock clearly evident behind his fogging lenses.

“Zeke?” You ask, concern lacing your voice, afraid he doesn’t like what he sees. “What’s wrong?”

“You, you have a lump.”

There’s an awkward silence between you before you decide to speak up again.

“A-A lump?”

“Yeah.” Zeke starts, voice more agitated as he pushes himself up and pulls you onto his lap. “A lump, a lump we need to get checked out—right now!”

You’re on your feet before you know it, shoes thrown haphazardly on your feet before Zeke is shoving you into his car, and after that, into the nearest, emptiest, sketchiest walk-in clinic you’ve ever seen.

“Dad!” He calls, panic frantically seeping from his voice.

His panic, however, is nothing compared to yours.

Dad?!

You’re practically screaming at the revelation that you’re here, in this shabby practice, to see the father of the boy you’re fucking around with! Not only that—but you’re here to have his father… wait, his father’s going to examine a suspicious lump on your… oh god.

Oh GOD NO!

You turn to run, but Zeke’s nervous grip is too tight on your wrist.

The door at the back of the practice opens before you have the chance to escape. Zeke’s father, who you quickly learn is named Grisha, is soon brought up to speed by his jittering soon. The next thing you know you’ve somehow been manhandled into an examination room and onto the table.

“Please,” Grisha prompts. “Put your legs in the stirrups okay? I won’t make you strip down or anything, I just wanna check real quick.” He pauses to gauge your reaction. “Sound good?”

NO! You want to scream. No, it does not sound good!

But zeke already has your legs parted, slick panties from beofre pushed to the side before thick fingers poke and prod at your cunt, spreading your lips nice and wide for his father to see.

“See!” Zeke exclaims. “It’s right there! That bump! Right there!”

Grisha pauses before breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“Son,” he questions. “You don’t mean this, do you?”

You gasp as his fathers fingers flick your clit, sending both a wave of pain and pleasure up your spine.

“What?” Zeke looks up at his father, and then at you—at your clearly flustered and heated form. “Uh, of course I do?”

“Son… Zeke, that right there, that’s the clit.”

Theres a palpable tension and dense fog of embarrassment clinging to the air in this practice.

Single handedly Zeke has not only shown his girlfriends cunt to his father, but also, he’s demonstrated his clear sexual inabilities.

Grisha thinks there’s only one way to fix this—after all, he doesn’t want you to be the one suffering for his sons… shortcomings.

“Here,” he offers, bringing his hand down once again to your protruding nub. “Let me show you how to do it, Zeke. Let me help you please your little girlfriend here.”

You gasp in shock, quickly trying to shut your legs before this can go any further. But Zeke is stronger, Zeke is faster.

His fingers are dug into the plush of your thighs before you can so much as make a move. His eyes trained solely on the contours of your cunt.

“Okay,” he murmurs under his breath, vividly remembering the way you reacted when his father just barely touched you—how much you seemed to like it.

Zeke’s eyes meet yours before travelling up to meet his fathers in both a challenge and a bid for knowledge.

“Show me.”

#yandere snk #yandere aot #yandere aot x reader #aot x reader #zeke x reader #grisha x reader #zeke smut #aot smut

[vicioux]

DARKLINA FIC RECS

so i never would've thought when i read my first alarkling / darklina fanfic that SEVEN YEARS LATER i'd be 1. still reading them 2. making a fic rec list and 3. going to get a chance to see my ship in action on a television show with ben barnes as the darkling??? mindblown. so i've put together a list of all my favorite OG pre-show darklina fics for y'all to enjoy - i'm hoping the show draws more people to the ship so even more delicious content is created...basically i want more to read so i can do another fic rec list after the show's been out for a while HAHA p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here. *update* click for PART TWO of DARKLINA FIC RECS and also for MODERN AU DARKLINA FIC RECS!!!

multichapter (aka canon-divergence galore)

START A WAR by nymja It takes three hundred years to love him.

A CURSE BETWEEN US by hanpersands Theirs is a delicate balance. They work because they are eternal, and there is only two of them. (Or, Alina gets knocked up and disappears. The Darkling is less than pleased)

TIMELESS series by destinies Alina Starkov expected to wake up on a ship sailing across the True Sea, one that would take her far from Ravka, far from the Darkling and his mad crusade. Instead, she awoke in Os Alta to a devastating truth: the war was won nearly a century ago, her first love was dead, and she remembered nothing. Not even that, as part of her surrender, she agreed to a political marriage.

SCARS OF LIGHT by kallypso Alina Starkov knows what it is to lose. Then she meets the Darkling, the powerful and handsome Grisha in charge of the second army. A man she swears she has seen before in passing hallucinations. He has spent years searching for her since the first rumors of a girl who shone like a star rose from Keramzin, and now he has found her.

TO BE SEEN by larry_hystereks Alina has spent her life knowing what it's like to be hunted for being Grisha. She uses her powers to hide herself, hide other Grisha, and forms the Invisible Army. her main focus is to free the Grisha until she meets him; the Darkling, commander of the Second Army, summoner of the shadows. (if alina knew she was Grisha her whole life and if her and the Darkling were truly equals)

STARLESS by opheliarose They said the Darkling dwelt in a tower at the Little Palace, perched above the world like a dragon guarding its treasure. That treasure, as it so happened, was a girl. Yet when he selects an orphan girl with no past, a new future presents itself.

LONGER THAN LIFETIMES by moonburntmemory Alina Starkov and the Darkling cannot help but fall victim to ties that bind them. Neither can break from the ruthless cycle of fate connecting them. He is the night that allows all to know the shine of her sun.

IT FOLLOWS by queen_haq She isn't quite herself; neither is he. But when they come together, it's explosive. (“Our powers amplify when we’re physically connected.”)

A RAVEN AND A DOVE by amelia island What if the Darkling had met Alina before she awoke as the Sun Summoner? What if it wasn't Mal's life she saved on the Fold?

alternate universe

MOST ARDENTLY by captaingriffin Aleksander Morozova is handsome, rich, and not used to having romantic feelings for anybody, let alone mouthy orphan girls who are annoyingly endearing. Alina Starkov is quite comfortable being alone, and doesn't have much taste for the conceited, rude, and insensitive Mr. Morozova, which she makes sure to tell him constantly. pride&prejudice!AU

LONE CANDLES by nymja They've lived four lives together. Only one ends happily. reincarnation!AU

IT'S A DANGEROUS GAME by ohwastelandbaby Left as the only witness to a heist, Alina Starkov is in need of protection from a band of criminals out to get her. What Agent Kirigan offers her, is far more complicated. bodyguard!AU

THE WEIGHT OF WINGS by eosithe In different times, in different places, Alina and Aleksander meet again and again. As the sum of a lifetime(s) of choices, their story is never the same twice.

SIEGING THE STORM AMONG THE RISING BONES OF RUINED SHADOWS by kara_luna Alina doesn't go back to the day she met her greatest enemy or the day she stumbled into an orphanage. She wakes up in a time she's never lived surrounded by the village of a boy she once knew as a man who held shadows in his bare hands and commanded armies and entire nations... And he's a child who looks at her with eyes full of light. timetravel!AU

UNRAVEL ME by bananamilkis Living most of her life in a whore house, can Alina free herself from the invisible chains that Ana has on her or can a mysterious man unravel the truth for her?

MAKE ME YOUR VILLAIN by elegygoldsmith In which the destiny of Reylina Starkov, a scavenger and Omega sun summoner, becomes entwined with that of the Darkling, Alpha Emperor Kylo Ren.

oneshots

WHATEVER OUR SOULS ARE MADE OF by the_darkling 🌶️🌶️🌶️ This is the way it is between the two of them, an inexorable attraction that accompanies their every meeting. And if finally giving in means falling prey to his designs, then she’s happy to be devoured.

SEALED by the_darkling Her dear husband’s moods were as changeable and unpredictable as the wind but his affection for her was constant and unfailing, and Alina liked his kisses best of all.

BETWEEN MIDNIGHTS by vuas 🌶️🌶️🌶️ “You’re my wife, my sun summoner,” he continues undeterred, hot breath fanning over her neck. “You’re mine. I can do whatever I please with you. Why shouldn’t I kiss you?”

THE SILENCE OF YOUR TOUCH by wellthatsood After Alina first uses their connection, she wants more. Only this time, he isn’t alone - but that just makes it more fun. Or, “How to Frustrate (in more ways than one) Someone Who Can’t Talk Back: An Exploratory Study ft. Alina Starkov”

YOU LEFT ME IN THE DARK (NO DAWN, NO DAY) by cursebreakker An exploration of Alina Starkov's life as she realizes she's not aging like her husband is. Meanwhile, the shadows in the corner of her room observe.

anything and everything by these authors

NYMJA HANPERSANDS VUAS 🌶️🌶️🌶️ DARKLESMYLOVE CURSEBREAKKER

#darklina #the darkling #alina starkov #alarkling #shadow and bone #vicioux fic rec #grishaverse #shadow and bone netflix #darklina fanfic #darklina fic #alina x aleksander #alina x darkling #darklinadaily #darklinafics #ben barnes #shadow and bone fanfiction #shadow and bone fic rec #darklina fic rec #fic rec #ficrec #1k #2k

[prettyboykatsuki]

♡  bakugou headcanons that feel like a warm hug ♡

➳wc ;; 1.2k (oh my god. what is wrong w me.) 

➳ a/n ;; or my bakugou brain-rot that never goes away. thanks for being my comfort character, you fucking gremlin. forgive the silly title. 

♡ always makes little adjustments to the environment for you. he’s observant to a fault so if there’s something even a little off and it happens to bother you, he’s trying to work around it. 

♡ good at playing guitar but not good at reading music. he can throw something together if you give him a chance but he’s not good at trying to recreate someone elses memory. he’s not like.. musically gifted either but he likes how guitar sounds 

♡ thinks about getting a lot of piercings in his ear because he thinks they’d look cool but is kind of too nervous? the idea of a needle going through his skin is a ick. when you start dating, he drags you to his appointments lol - won’t admit it but he thinks he looks so hot when he gets them. takes a bunch of selfies <3 

♡ needs to be moving constantly. can’t sit completely still to save his life. when he listens to music, he moves his head. sometimes he just runs his thumb over his fingers. 

♡ really, really bad at talking. not in the sense he can’t communicate (that too) but he just likes listening in conversation. rarely adds his own thing. but when he does - always accidentally says something super meaningful 

♡ enjoys subtle physical touch because it is literally intimate he melts inside. a hand on his forearm or shoulder. your legs over his lap. small things that show how comfortable you are. 

♡ likes being held cause he’s a big ass baby lmfao 

♡ wont admit it but enjoy when you choose pretty or colorful bandages for his cuts he won’t himself but it’s like keeping you in his pocket wherever he goes.  

♡ really needs you to find him attractive dslksjk it’s not that he ever thinks he’s particularly ugly. but he didn’t really assign importance to his appearance at any point in his life, yet now he puts in a scary amount of effort. readjusts his hair so much more, makes sure his clothes fit good. fixes his fuckin’ face lol 

♡ likes chewing gum a lot and always has a pack on him. really proud of how big he can blow bubbles and will be a little sad if you’re unimpressed. 

♡ is overly sentimental about things you’ve made him - especially if it’s something super dumb. you drew him a silly little sketch of him in a frog hat? it’s in his wallet behind his id. freaks out when he thinks he’s lost his wallet 

♡ LOVES phone calls. yes he still hates talking. but the way his face looks when he listens to your voice. eyes half-lidded, shamelessly smiling - it’s so tender and so lovesick. 

♡ terrible first grader hand-writing. he tries to write them for you in the beginning of your relationship (to be romantic or some shit) but they’re so incomprehensible pls. if he focuses on it - it can be legible but most of the time ... yea no. 

♡ doesn’t favor tea or coffee but prefers tea if he has to drink one. 

♡ crazy good at eyeballing measurement. even in baking. once made a perfectly good bread without weighing anything and doesn’t get why that’s so wild. 

♡ has the phone on his text set to be bigger even though his eyes are fine. 

♡ lets you do the layout thing on his iphone and decorate as you please. says he doesn’t care but when he sees you made it hero themed/fit with his aesthetic - he got so red it was so cute. 

♡ hates shopping in store. will still always go with you because the one time you went alone a store clerk hit on you.  

♡ so practical. he started couponing when he was in his early twenties like an old man. checks the news and weather the night before, every night. never misses doctors appointments. 

♡ shit at any form of visual art. drawing, painting etc - cannot do it to save his life. but he tries. his hands shake when he tries to draw hearts for you 

♡ blows the eyelashes off your cheek super gently whenever he notices. he’ll like.. take your face in his hands and blow so softly like he’s gonna hurt you. 

♡ used to agree to make pinky promises with you as a joke. now though? automatically holds his pink out for you to take it. straight up pouts if you don’t. 

♡ you two have a song and when it comes on, he’ll sing it back to you. any other time? any other song? he wont. but he always sings your song even without realizing, just mouths it. 

♡ enjoys when you put your hands under his shirt and just leave them there and hug him like that. skin to skin contact is elite but only from you. 

♡ hamsters adore this man. they just do. 

♡ draws frowny faces on your eggs with hot-sauce 

♡ soul leaves his body when you play with his hair and scratch his scalp. the tension in his neck literally disappears and he just sighs that shit relaxes him like crazy 

♡ the first time he says i love you, you’re tying his tie for his first hero event. you’re telling him to that the color looks good on him and you’re smiling. it honestly it just slips. he went on to win an award that night. 

♡ his favorite memory of the two of you was when you were trying to leave the grocery store one afternoon. it was raining heavy as shit. you pulled him in under your clear umbrella and just stood there. he doesn’t know why but that means a lot to him. 

♡ cares a lot about his dads approval on his work specifically. him and his dad have a really specifc bond and he actually admires him quite a bit. 

♡ nothing makes him cry like “im proud of you”. especially when it’s for something small. it’s just something he didn’t hear enough in a sincere way. 

♡ likes fruit flavored sweets over chocolate (generally needs something to do w his mouth cause it helps him think. bad oral fixation) so he keeps little candies on him 

♡ shit at video games. terrible at them with the exception of mario kart? for some reason. 

♡ always loses his keys 

♡ stutters every!single!time! he tries to compliment you. it’s been YEARS. 

♡ takes a melatonin gummy before bed and always drinks a glass of water 

♡ buys you flowers and keeps them too. like does the upkeep on it and replaces them if the wilt. suggests pressing them to keep them for longer. 

♡ lowkey cries really easily. he just gets overwhelmed w his feelings some times and it makes him cry even if he doesn’t want too. you and the bakusquad are sworn to secrecy over it though 

♡ wears his ring around his neck on a chain bc it’s easier to show off. 

♡ naturally good at doing hair! 

♡ likes sneakers but wears dr. scholl's because he walks a lot and is on his feet for most of the day w his job. just being careful. 

♡ loves u a lot <3 

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Hi, I just saw your prompt list for Shadow&Bone!! could you possibly do No. 2 from Angst, but like with a happy ending? Like reader n Kirigan are togeather but then Alina's comes along.. just, please let be happy at the end. I like angst, but my heart can't handle sad endings 😢😢 thank you!!! ❤❤

Future- The Darkling x Reader

(Very very angsty with a happy (?) ending. It made me cry a lil bit writing it ngl)

You trusted him, wholeheartedly. At least that's what you told yourself every day since she came to the Little Palace; the place you had always called home, where you felt safe from the prying eyes of the public.

Yet now, the place was fueled by harsh rumors of him and her. Everywhere you went you could hear a whisper, nobody tried to hide it anymore, the words were always entirely devoted to your crumbling union;

'I thought they were happy'

We were.

'How can he and Alina not be together, it's destiny.'

I'm starting to think so too.

You didn't acknowledge it. Just put on a sweet smile and a brave face. Don't let them see you're hurting. Even in your own home, you had to pretend and lie, which at the end of the day, when you laid in an empty bed, made you exhausted.

He told you she meant nothing more to him than a mere weapon. But that was when she first came and when he still managed to make it to your shared chambers and would whisper sweet nothings as you fell asleep.

It was different now, on more than one occasion you caught a glimpse of them together, him looking at her the way he always looked at you. However much he claimed to be a good actor and manipulator, there was something there and he couldn't deny it either.

You hadn't confronted him about it yet fearing that if you did, the truth would hurt and sting and make all those rumors true. In addition, you haven't seen him in days and the last time you did, he told you to stay away from the wonderful Sun-Summoner.

The truth was you knew deep down in your heart that she wasn't at fault. That she was not the root of the problem. You constantly fought with yourself to stop any hatred you felt towards her. She was lovely, kind compassionate, and innocent. She didn't deserve to feel your wrath.

But with that came the confusion of who to blame. You or Him. It made you tired and weak. The smallest of tasks made you drained and tears would well in your eyes at the thought of having to live another day like this, a day full of questioning yourself and the man you loved more than anything in the world.

No matter how much of a strong person you swore you were, this was taking a substantial toll on you. He had become your support network and he knew it, he loved it. He always said he finally felt appreciated when you came around, that he wasn't alone anymore. He had conditioned you to be this way. When times got tough, he was always your shoulder to cry on.

No doubt that shoulder was now next to Alina. Perhaps they went on a horse ride, visited the Black Heretic fountain, or were enjoying a rendezvous next to the lake.

You didn't want to know, all that mattered was that he wasn't there with you when you were falling apart. Maybe you relied on him too much.

You wondered if he noticed the whispers too, or the way you'd been missing crucial meetings, or even if he noticed you wearing your red kefta more often, ditching the black once you'd heard Genya speak of making a golden-black kefta for Alina, per the Darkling's request.

That was a punch in the gut. It hurt more than him avoiding conversation with you or even his deterrence of touching you. He had bestowed his colors to her when not even three months ago he didn't know she existed. It had taken you a long time to gain his trust and don his signature black yet all she had to do was waltz in and show up. And it hurt.

And now here you were, training the next generation of heartrenderers, as you did almost every day. You had given your life to the Little Palace and its Grisha and this is how you were being repaid. Not even Ivan, who you had shaped into an excellent soldier, had looked your way lately.

'Excuse me Ms. Y/L/N I have an urgent request from the General' You whipped your head around to the young Grisha boy with an obviously hurt look on your face which he couldn't understand.

'Of course' you choked out and took the piece of paper from his hands and watched him in sorrow as he left.

Ms.Y/L/N? what happened to moya sovereignny? You were never one to uphold the formality, but this was just another blow to your confidence. You were no longer referred to as his other half which only meant your position in the palace was quickly dwindling.

You opened the wax-sealed envelope and took out the thick sheet of paper. There was a time when he himself would deliver the news to you himself and use it as an excuse to spend extra time with you.

'I cannot make it to the meeting with the King this evening, attend and report back to me anything relevant, no horse business'

You scoffed loudly, drawing attention from the young Corporalki around you and leaned on the table in front of you. Not even a please or thank you. With the note clutched in your hand and tears of frustration in your eyes, you stormed out of the Corporalki room and towards his war room.

You peeked through the open door and seen him. He didn't look at all busy as he chatted with Zoya, Ivan, Fedyor, and some other Squaller you didn't recognize. Zoya threw her head back in laughter at something Fedyor said but Aleksander kept his stony expression. You threw the door open dramatically and everyone froze.

'Leave us' you cautioned as Aleksander's onyx eyes looked right into your own.

Nobody moved but Zoya was the first to speak ' Y/N, we're actually in a meeting if you couldn't tell' while everyone nodded along, except him.

You never had anything against anyone in that room, but in that moment you couldn't help yourself and used your small science to bring everyone to their knees in front of you, except him.

'Leave us' His voice rang out in the midst of their sharp breaths and chest-clutching. They scrambled to their feet and left one by one, Fedyor quietly muttering 'moya sovereignny' as he passed you which filled you with some courage. The door shut and the sound echoed over the walls.

You threw the note across the room and let it hit his arm. 'Did you forget your manners General? Or does it only apply to the people you claim to love?'

'Funny you should say that Y/N, you haven't attended any meetings in weeks without providing a reason. You're making me look like a fool'

'I'M MAKING YOU LOOK LIKE A FOOL?!' Your tears were now streaming down your face, falling quicker than you could wipe them away.

He stayed silent and that broke your heart even more, he could've said something, anything.

'Aleksander, I'm trying to keep myself together for everyone, I'm trying so very hard to appear normal and happy but I don't think I can do this any longer. The whispers and the rumors, watching you and her-' You slid down the door and sat on the floor, head resting on your knees. '-It's getting to me.... and it's killing me.'

You thanked the Saints you didn't see his face, for the silence spoke for itself. He didn't deny anything or reach out to comfort you. I've lost him.

'All I wanted was a happy ending.' You laughed a sad laugh that pulled at his heartstrings. With your eyes still facing away from him, you didn't see his hand go up to wipe the lone tear that fell down his face or the slight shake in his hands as he did so. He had no words that would comfort you. He knew what he'd done. He'd been avoiding you ever since he realized it. He didn't want to see you cry or see how his actions affected you.

Telling you that it means nothing to him was of no use. You had it in your mind now, forever engrained around his name, the rumors wouldn't stop and Alina was still around. He truly felt nothing of importance for her. All she meant for him was a key to a better future with you.

He approached you slowly, getting down on his knees next to you. He took your hand in his and held it up to his lips. He never prayed, but right now he silently muttered words to all the Saints. Don't let her leave.

'I'm so sorry Darling. Y/N I love you so much.'

'But you love her more' You yanked your hands away.

'NO. no. Y/N. I swear it. You are everything to me' He had grown serious now, he wanted you to look at him. He missed you.

'Then explain why you're parading her around like a Queen, letting her wear your colors, probably sleeping in her bed'

'I have never toucher her in that way. I'm yours Y/N.' Please look at me.

You lifted your head and looked at his beautiful face. He too looked tired, exhausted. His eyes were red and puffy. Saints, I've never seen him cry.

'You will have a happy ending. I promise Darling' He took your face into his hands and connected your foreheads together. 'I promise. I'm doing everything I can to make sure you will, and even if I can't, I swear you will you and our children-'

Children. Aleksander never spoke of them to the point where you had settled with the idea you'll never have them. Something about the desperation in his voice made you believe him, Aleksander was strong, he never gave up but he also never sacrificed himself for anybody. Up until now, you didn't think yourself worthy enough to be saved in exchange for him.

'-I would give up everything to see you and them safe, away from harm's way. Right now, the world doesn't deserve them, but once I do what I have to do, I'll give you children. However many you want, Just stay. Please'

You were borderline hysterical as you melted into his embrace. Weeks of frustration and hurt disappeared into thin air. Aleksander held you so tight you were having trouble breathing but you didn't care. He held you all day and all night. All meetings and tasks forgotten.

He explained everything in detail, from the stag and firebird to what happens if things don't go to plan. He kept nothing from you, not even the stress and pressure he felt. You comforted him as he always does to you. You fell asleep together and dreamed of a life with a happy ending, one where you never had to doubt his motives, you dreamed of your future.

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