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room-surprise · 3 months

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How Old Is Thistle?

(EDIT: I've made a follow-up post to this one that goes deeper into the math and additional evidence that the 5:1 ratio is correct. You can read it here!)

I've seen people debating this and a lot of folks insisting that Thistle is a child, and since Thistle just debuted in the anime, I wanted to do a full write-up to help myself and others figure this out.

We don't know how old any of the Merini family members are exactly, so the best we can do is guess based on the information we have, but after carefully studying the manga, I think Thistle is at least a teenager, but much more likely a young adult, and definitely not a prepubescent child.

Here's what we know:

EDIT: Depending on what translation you read of some of the extra materials, Freinag implies that Thistle is the same age as some of his advisors.

Here's a detailed translation of this panel from my friend Fumi:

Elves age 5 times slower than tall-men.

16 year old tall-men in Dungeon Meshi's medieval time period are adults, they commonly join the military, get married, have children, etc.

An 80 year old elf is an adult. Pattadol is 82 and she's a lieutenant in a military unit. It's her first job and she's obviously a rookie, but Captain Flamela tells Pattadol to accomplish her mission or die trying.

Many fully adult elves look like what we might consider children or young teens, because they're short, petite, and have androgynous features.

An average elven adult is around 150-155cm tall (5 ft), meaning some are shorter than that, and some are taller. Thistle is 130 cm, which is short, but not unheard of.

Fleki is 130 (26) years old and she's 140 cm tall (4'7")

Otta is 137 (27) years old and she's 130 cm (4'5") tall, the same height as Thistle!

They are both women, but there's probably plenty of elven men in their height range.

Just so we can compare Thistle to some adult elven men, Mithrun and his brother are probably adults (or close to it) in the panel on the left.

Mithrun (in this image) is somewhere between 75 and 144 (probably in his 80's), and his brother is older than him (so he could be in his late 80s or 90s). As you can see, they don't look that different from Thistle, Otta or Fleki.

So, how old is Thistle?

(Spoilers below the cut)

Thistle was brought to the royal court as a child (found on the street, stolen or purchased, we don't know how they got him). At the absolute youngest I'd guess Thistle is 25 years old here (so about 5 years old for a tall-man.) He can already play the flute, and possibly the lute, and most children that aren't prodigies can't handle playing an instrument (physically or mentally) until they're around 5.

EDIT: We now know that Thistle is the same age as Freinag, the king that takes him in! So Thistle must be at least 25 years old in this comic, though realistically he could be anywhere from 25 to 40 based on how Kui drew Freinag.

He lived in the court for an unknown amount of time, Freinag hasn't changed much but Thistle appears to have aged a little, so let's say it's been 5 years and Thistle is 30 (6) when Delgal is born. More than 5 years could have passed, but I'm trying to keep the numbers low.

Delgal gets married and has a child. Delgal should be at least 15 at this point, but since he has a full mustache before his wedding, I think he's in his 20's, since teenagers tend to not be the best at growing robust facial hair.

(He has a full beard by the time Eodio's a young child.)

Thistle puts the kingdom inside the dungeon around this point, however, people are still aging: Delgal's grandson Yaad is born, and Eodio is clearly a young adult here, probably in his 20's. Therefore, there is NO REASON to assume Thistle stopped aging. "The dungeon lords don't age" is a common fan headcanon I've seen people spreading, but it has no clear canon basis.

Yaad ages until he looks about 13-15 years old, and at this point all of the people of the kingdom and Thistle appear to stop aging, and 1,000 years pass.

So, the youngest Thistle could possibly be, if he was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, if Delgal was 15 when he had Eodio, and Eodio was 15 when he had Yaad, and Yaad is 13 years old...

Is 73 years old, which would make Thistle about 14.6 years old by tall-man standards.

HOWEVER, I think it's VERY unlikely that all the characters are that young.

I think it's clear from Kui's drawings that Delgal and Eodio are not 15 years old when they become fathers, and that Freinag is at least 25 when he takes in Thistle.

If we assume Thistle was 30 when Delgal was born, and Delgal and Eodio were both at least 20 when they had children, even if Yaad is only 13 years old, that makes Thistle at least 83 years old (16.6), and makes him older than Pattadol, who is an adult at 82.

However, I think it's entirely possible that Thistle was anywhere from 40-50 when Delgal was born, and Delgal could have been anywhere from 20 to 30 when he had Eodio, and Eodio could have been anywhere from 20-25 when he had Yaad. If you use the maximum ages, and assume Yaad is 15, then Thistle could be as old as 120 (24).

I think a reasonable middle ground is assuming Thistle was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, Delgal had Eodio at 25, Eodio had Yaad at 20, and Yaad is 15... Which would make Thistle 90 (18) years old.

This of course says nothing about Thistle's emotional maturity or sanity, he's obviously stunted in some ways, but the point I want to make here is:

Thistle's age could be anywhere from 14.6 to 24 at the most extreme, but more realistically he's somewhere between 16.6 and 18.

And that's not even counting the thousand years that he's lived since then!

And that's all I've got to say about that 🙏🙏🙏🙏

(EDIT: Follow-up post with additional evidence here.) EDIT 2: I've seen a lot of people talking about the page Kui drew talking about elven earmuffs. It's considered just barely okay for Pattadol to wear them, but it's ok for Thistle to wear them... In which case I'd say Thistle could be any age younger than 83. That's handy as it knocks out some of the older ages!

So in that case Thistle's age is between 73 years old and 82, which makes him developmentally between 14.6 and 16.4!

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #Thistle #Thistle Merini #thistle dungeon meshi #thistle delicious in dungeon #sissel #spoilers #theories

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svsss-fanon-exposed · 4 months

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Exposing SVSSS Fanon: 16/∞

LUO BINGHE HAS A "STEREOTYPICALLY MASCULINE" APPEARANCE

Rating: FANON - CONFLICTING

In fanworks, Luo Binghe is often portrayed as particularly muscular and buff, broad-shouldered, often with tanned skin and sharply-defined features-- all traits that are considered to be stereotypically masculine in the west.

All of this directly contradicts his canonical description.

Necessary disclaimer: I'm not talking against depicting Luo Binghe with a naturally darker skin tone. While that still contradicts the canonical description, I can understand going against colorism (something very rampant in east asian beauty standards!) in fanworks. This sort of discussion is particularly toward those who portray him as fair-skinned on Qing Jing Peak, darker skinned after the abyss, hence "tanned." While this sort of thing might have issues of its own, that's also not the topic of this post, and as a light-skinned Asian person, I don't feel particularly qualified to talk about it.

In truth, deep down, Bing-ge’s fair and clean pretty-boy type didn’t really suit the tastes of “Great Master” Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky.... The art of growing stallions was grounded in science, and the research was clear: women preferred men who looked cultured, pretty, and even a bit soft and feminine. (7 Seas, Ch. 26)

The buff and bulky Luo Binghe often seen in fanworks is not what I would consider to be cultured, pretty, soft, and feminine.

Luo Binghe is described this way just before the conference:

A seventeen-year-old youth, slim and tall and graceful, dressed in white robes, lips turned upward in the hint of a smile, gazed at him with a pair of shining eyes. (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

And again after his return:

The other party was a little taller than [Shen Qingqiu], slender and willowy, dressed in clothes as black as ink that exposed only a fair neck. (7 Seas, Ch. 7)

And a description of his hands later on:

That hand was slender and unadorned. It didn’t look like the hand of a young lord of the demon race who had already taken countless lives, but rather one whose master had been born to pluck strings, his hand to burn incense and bathe in snow. (7 Seas, Ch. 14)

Consistantly, Luo Binghe is depicted this way-- slender and refined, with fair skin and a softness to his appearance that contradicts his actions.

Furthermore, Luo Binghe is also described as looking very similar to his mother:

Luo Binghe was beautiful, and he looked quite like his birth mother. (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

and

Yue Qingyuan’s knuckles slowly brushed along Xuan Su’s hilt. “I was able to meet Senior Su Xiyan once at an Immortal Alliance Conference, many years ago. Luo Binghe’s appearance is seven-tenths identical to his mother’s. (7 Seas, Ch. 18)

As for Su Xiyan's appearance, not much is directly stated-- it can be inferred that she likewise looked quite similar to Luo Binghe, but the only description of her physical appearance that we have is found here:

Even if she wasn’t burly and heavyset, she should at least look like a martial arts master with fierce and ferocious eyes. For all that, when he finally met the culprit behind Tianlang-Jun’s bout of philosophical soul-searching, which had tormented Zhuzhi-Lang for many days, he realized that the culprit in question was not quite like what he’d envisioned... ... Just as these two tourists were standing penniless in the street, a tall woman dressed in black strolled by, sword on her back. (7 Seas, Ch. 25)

The only positive descriptor here is that she is tall, but it can also be implied that she does not have the appearance of a martial arts master, and did not look as fierce and ferocious as Zhuzhi-lang expected, especially in terms of her eyes. However, she is described as a cold person-- whether or not that carried over into her appearance, though, is up for debate.

Su Xiyan's eyes are another matter for discussion--

In appearance, Luo Binghe resembled his mother Su Xiyan, but you could more or less see the shadow of his father in him. For example, in the eyes. Tianlang-Jun’s eyes were deep-set, his brow strong and heroic, the irises dark like fathomless water. In this, he and Luo Binghe were very much alike. Luo Binghe had a pretty boy appearance in the first place, but if his eyes had resembled his mother’s too, his face would have been excessively feminine and the effect would be lost. (7 Seas, Ch. 15)

Here, specifically, Luo Binghe is noted as having his father's strong brow and deep-set eyes, as opposed to his mothers, which based on this passage were most likely to be round, soft, and "feminine"-looking. It's also interesting to see that if not for having his father's eyes, Luo Binghe's features would be "excessively feminine," therefore implying that the softer look applies to all parts of his face except for his eyes and brows.

(thanks to @furbygoblinxiv , @bijoumikhawal for bringing up this point)

So, Luo Binghe is a lithe and petite pretty-boy. Nonetheless, he is still notably muscular. Specifically with a surprising amount of lean muscle-- something that Shen Qingqiu actually remarks on:

Luo Binghe was on top, and Shen Qingqiu was on the bottom, so he was smushed under a considerable weight and almost unable to draw another breath. What had this child been eating?! He looked quite slim, so how was he this heavy?! ... A person’s abdomen is supposed to be the softest spot on their body, but Luo Binghe’s was uncomfortably hard against Shen Qingqiu’s stomach. The farther down he pulled him, the more he was sure that Luo Binghe had an eight-pack. Was that a rock slab down there? (7 Seas, Ch. 16)

(thanks to @verycharismaticdragon for bringing up this point)

As for where the fan depiction of buff, tanned, "hyper-masculine" Luo Binghe may have originated?

I'm not certain where the first such depiction came from, but as for the logic behind it, such phenomena could be explained as thinking of Luo Binghe, the stallion protagonist, as having an "ideal masculine" appearance.

For western audiences and beauty standards, this would certainly be that same sort of muscular, tall, with tanned skin and defined features. Naturally, when first thinking of what a "stereotype of an ideal man" would look like, these traits would come to mind to a western audience.

It is a bit different in eastern standards. While muscular appearances can still be favored, lean muscle is vastly, vastly preferred over bulky muscle, and fair skin, which represents elegance and status (as those with fair skin tones are perceived as those who are wealthy, and do not need to work outdoors) is preferred over tanned skin. This is, of course, a generalization-- but as a representation of ideal masculinity, Luo Binghe's appearance would also be a generalization.

Particularly, Luo Binghe's figure and appearance is described not as those favored by men for themselves, but as those favored aesthetically by women. Therefore, that gentle, refined appearance is a must.

While western vs eastern beauty standards may play a role in this, it is also possible that western vs eastern character design standards may also be coming into play. While in eastern character design, things such as color and style of clothing and hair play a very large role in creating visual contrast, in terms of western designs, body shape and style, along with hair shape and style, seem to be far more important, with the idea that a character should be recognizable by silhouette alone. This may lead to western-trained artists, and also those who grew up watching primarily western cartoons, unconsciously applying those same standards to their own design-- such as making Luo Binghe broader-shouldered and with rounder shapes, the "heroic" type character design, in contrast to sharper, narrower shapes for Shen Qingqiu, the "villain" type character design.

(thanks to @gaywarcriminals , @mu-qingfang-stan-account , @temporoom for bringing up this explanation)

One additional possible reason would be the potential for heteronormative/"het-coding" standards being applied to a gay relationship, where the gong is being given more "traditionally masculine" features in order to align with gender roles. This is something that is fairly common in BL/MLM shipping and designs in general, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that it might apply in some fashion to Luo Binghe's fan-design as well (Note, this does not apply to actual fem/masc mlm pairs, because those do exist and it isn't always about heteronormativity. This is specifically referring to taking characters with roughly similar build like SQQ and LBH and making their designs distinctly more masc/fem based on who tops and who bottoms).

(thanks to @mysteryteacup and @gurggggleburgle for bringing this up)

As for the true source of these design elements, it probably cannot be narrowed down to just one-- rather, it would be an amalgamation of bits and pieces of all of the above, as well as the popularity and spread of certain designs throughout the fandom and artists taking inspiration from one another.

So often i've seen that Luo Binghe's bulk and muscles are shown as key traits of his physical appearance, despite the fact that this directly contradicts his actual depiction in the novel. Thus, it is inaccurate to depict him this way.

Luo Binghe's canonical body type and build is tall, slender, and willowy with lean musculature, and his features are soft and a bit effeminate. The best example I could give for reference would be to base his body type off of a pretty-boy type idol.

Of course, fanartists are perfectly free to continue drawing him however they please, but it should not be assumed that a Luo Binghe with bulky musculature, tanned skin, and sharp features is a canon-compliant depiction.

Luo Binghe is a pretty-boy.

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bigification · 18 days

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Step Daddy

"You really need to get over your stepdad man." My friend tells me, concerned.

"Look, I'll try this one last thing and if it doesn't work then I'll give it up." I respond. "Did you bring the sunglasses?"

"Yes, but just remember he's like 25 years older than you. He's probably not going to be into you, even after this." He says as he hands me a pair of old pilot shades.

I told him I could let it go, but I can't. I'm just putting all my eggs into this basket, the sunglasses. Apparently they're supposed to transform someone who wears them mentally and physically to match my type. He already is my type, but I guess I wouldn't mind him bulking up a bit and growing some hair. It would be sexy if he got more charming, but he's already charming as it is. I guess there's only one way to find out.

I wait on the living room couch watching tv. He always gets home from work at the same time, so I know he'll be here any minute. I sit and stare at my reflection in the glasses. Am I really ready to change this man's life so drastically. My friend said no one else would take notice of the change, so it'll be like nothing happened. As I'm thinking over it, I hear the roar of his engine from the driveway. I try to calm down, but I can feel my body vibrate from the nerves. The door flies open.

"Hey buddy, hows it goin?" He asks me with his hot southern accent.

"Not bad. By the way, I found these sunglasses lying around, and assumed they were yours." I try to play it cool as I lie to his face.

"Oh, thanks. But these aren't mine." He responds.

"Well you might as well keep em, they don't fit me anyway." I try to convince him to take them without seeming too pushy.

"Well alright, thanks kid." He swipes the glasses and throws them on.

That was easier than I thought. As soon as he put them on, he stopped moving. His jaw slacked as if there was not a thought running through his mind. It started slow, his button up started to look a little bit tighter. His once flat chest started to push against his shirt and the shape of a belly started to show. Then it started to speed up. His chest started to pulse, growing in size with each one. They grew until the button on his collar popped off, then another button popped, then another and another. His juicy pecs flopped down after being released from his shirt. His stomach was next. His midsection widened and his stomach grew into a respectable beer belly, straining against his shirt. It wasn't long before more buttons began to pop, until his shirt was completely open. His arms also looked like they doubled in size, filling out his sleeves with thick muscles.

Next his legs start to look like they're gonna burst out of his dress pants. I can hear the rips ripple through his pants as his thighs grow inside of them. His ass fills out all the space in his pants and proceeds to rip open his fly and snap his belt in half. I can tell his underwear is barely staying in one piece as a large bulge formed in between his legs.

Finally his face begins to change. His once skinny face fills out with fat, giving him a rounder look. I can see that hair is falling out of his hat until he is left completely bald under there. Though in return his clean shaven face grows a bushy beard. But the hair doesn't stop there. It continues down his chest and to his belly, and presumably the rest of his body. He finally regains control of his body. He sighs as he stretched out his arms and cracks his knuckles before looking right at me.

"Come here, son." He says in a deep buttery voice.

A shock travels through my spine as I think he might know what I've done to him.

"What'd I say boy!" He raises his voice.

I jump a bit before I walk closer to him. I realize how imposing he is up close. He must have gotten taller because he seems well over six feet tall now, and at least 250 pounds.

"Daddy had a stressful day, why don't you help him release some tension." He says as he pushes me to my knees.

I blush, this is everything I wanted from this, it just happened so much faster than I thought.

"Don't be shy, boy. This will be our little secret." He says as he pulls his underwear down.

#male tf #masculine #fat tf #hairy #reality change #muscle tf #male transformation

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ellabehavior · 9 months

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You’re on your own kid ~ Rafe Cameron ☼

Summary: Rafe and you have been best friends since you were young. However, now that he got his new girlfriend you suddenly realized that you could possibly like him more than simply as a friend.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of drinking

A/N: Its been a while yall, but i’m back!! I hope y’all enjoy :)! ( i hateee this but i hope y’all love)

angst to soft!

Summer went away,

You’ve been best friends with Rafe since as long as you can remember, but last summer was the summer where everything changed.

The summer before your first year of college.

School was back up and you were also starting to look at Rafe with a different eye. He was taller, tanner, smarter, he’s growing up.

Still the yearning stays.

Everytime you’d pass Rafe in the hallway hed give you a short smile but never really acknowledge you.

You missed last summer when you guys would hang out everyday, tell eachothers every little secret, and have the best deep conversations at 2am.

You knew at this moment that things might never be the same again.

I play it cool with the best of them.

For the first time in months Rafe contacted you, he invited you to go to a party with a lot of people from your school.

When you arrived, that’s when you seen him with her.

He had his arm around her neck and her long blonde hair rested on his lower arm.

I wait patiently, he’s gonna notice me.

“It’s ok, It’s ok” You whisper quietly while gaining the courage to go up and talk to Rafe.

As you walk up to him he gives you a half-hug due to the blonde on his right.

“Hey Y/N i haven’t seen you in a while.” He grins.

“Yeahhh, I guess i’ve been busy yknow with all the test and s-” Immediately you get cut off by a high pitched voice.

“Rafeyyy cmon let’s go play some games this is boring.” She says with a pout.

“Mkay babe. Bye Y/n” The boy said walking away without a glance at you.

It’s ok we’re the best of friends, anyways…

About a week after the party Rafe finally calls to check up on you.

“Hey y/n.” He drowsily says .

“Rafe? It’s 1:00am what are you calling me for?” You voice concerningly

“I just miss my bestie that’s all” He laughs.

I hear it in your voice,

You're smoking with your boys.

I touch my phone as if it's your face.

“Rafe are you high right now?” You almost shout.

“Yes, Maybe, No.” He giggles.

“Rafe do you need me to come get you?”

You rush to grab your keys and your wallet to go pick Rafe up.

“No i’m here with my girlfriend.” He says.

You stop in your tracks, immediately getting a sick feeling in your stomach as soon as those words come out from his mouth.

“Oh Okay, we’ll I’ll talk to you some other time okay?” You suggest.

And with that he hangs up the phone without a goodbye.

I didn't choose this town,

I dream of getting out.

There's just one who could make me stay,

All my days.

As a kid you and Rafe would always talk about how when you guys were 25 you’d move to London together, and to this day that’s still your biggest dream.

You hate this place, it’s full of people who will be rude to you just based off of how you grew up.

Surprisingly Rafe is now dating one of those girls, Lily.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I waited ages to see you there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

You promised yourself after last time you would never go to another college party, but here you find yourself at one that Rafe invited you to.

You would be lying if you said you’re here because you wanted to party, you’re waiting to see him.

You see Lily off in the crowd dancing, She’s perfect. You understand why Rafe would pick her. Her hair flows perfectly in the wind, her makeup is never less than flawless, and even though you want to tell yourself that she’s ugly, she’s one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen.

As you study Lily you see Rafe come up from behind her and hug her.

You're on your own, kid

You always have been

The whole night Rafe didn’t even bat a single eye at you, so you left.

I see the great escape

So long, Daisy May

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

I play my songs in the parking lot

I'll run away

You tried to distance yourself ever since the party, finally realizing this crush is starting to form into something you don’t need right now.

It’s been exactly 2 weeks since you’ve gone no contact with Rafe and if there were 20 stages of grief, you’ve been through 30.

All you want to do is call him, text him, or tell yourself that maybe he’s just using Lily as a distraction because he really likes you.

“Why is it never me.”

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I called a taxi to take me there

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare

It’s a cycle.

Another party, Another slap in the face.

You can see the other girls also looking at Lily wishing they could be with Rafe.

The realization kills you to know that it’ll probably never be you in that spot with all these options he has.

You're on your own, kid,

You always have been.

It’s a drunken night, and you’ll definitely regret this.

“Rafeyyy babyyy” you slur.

“Y/N? Why are you calling me in the middle of the night?” You can tell he is worried in his tone.

“I don’t like her. She’s rude, you deserve better.”

There is a long pause and then you hear someone speak, “He’s never liked you babe. You’re nothing compared to me, and you know that.”

The phone hung up.

From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

I hosted parties and starved my body

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

It’s been hard to do anything since the altercation.

Eating, Getting up, Going to class, Socializing, and pretty much everything feels like a chore.

You’ve tried so hard to get his attention yet he never seemed to care.

And of course as a mean girl, Lily decided to tell everyone about what you said to Rafe. Of course he apologized for what she said, and for what happened but that didn’t stop the whole school for coming at you for a whole week.

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

My friends from home don't know what to say

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

And I saw something they can't take away

You received a text message late at night, usual for Rafe.

Rafe: Hey, i’m so sorry for what Lily caused. You’re my best friend and I realized nothing is worth loosing that, me and her are over now after a long talk.. Can we please hang out? I miss you.

Fuck. This is what you’ve been longing for all these months and it finally is here.

You: Yeah sure, Sleepover? my place tmmrw? ;)

Rafe: Ofc. I miss you. Cya.

Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned

Everything you lose is a step you take

So make the friendship bracelets

Take the moment and taste it

You've got no reason to be afraid

The anxiety levels are high waiting for Rafe to come over, it’s been so long since you’ve had a real conversation through all this time of him being with Lily.

You start to wonder if he still likes Starwars, or if his favorite dancing song is 22 by Taylor Swift.

You then hear a knock on the door.

You're on your own, kid

“Hey!! Can I come in” he says.

“Of course.”

Then the catching up, the apology’s, and the stories start up.

It’s just like last summer.

Yeah, you can face this

While Rafe is telling one of his stories, you start to feel a pit of anxiety in your stomach because you know what you have to do.

You’ve gotten ready for this moment, practiced it in the mirror about 50 times to make sure your facial expressions, or your tone doesn’t sound too weird.

You're on your own, kid

“Rafe.” You stop him mid conversation.

“Yes?” he says with a quirk of his eyebrows.

“All these months i’ve been so distant but really all I wanted was to be near you, since last summer you’ve been the only thing on my mind and maybe you don’t feel the same way but-“

He cuts you off with a kiss to your lips.

“I’ve been waiting since the 8th grade for you to say that” He says as he pulls away.

“So all that practicing in the mirror was for nothing?” you giggle.

“Guess so.”

You always have been

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iheartthesmithsblog · 2 years

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ROE x 3DOL challenge results part 1 @starliet @cleostoohot

sooo basically its only the second day BUT I GOT SO MUCH RESULTS TODAY THAT I WANNA SHAREE so stay tuned for part two ❤️

okay so first i asked dad for 8 dollars for an uber to get home and instead he sent 20 and said the change is just for me to use , which is the amount i affirm for him to give me weekly as allowance

im using a subliminal to be rich, for money, and too be spoiled and i asked my sister to send me 12 dollars to go the movies with my friend for food and she ended up sending 15 and i ended up having 25 dollars since I already had 12 dollars left in my account from buying an uber with the money my dad gave me

i use a “everything works in your favor” subliminal and we ended up not having enough for a large popcorn but the cashier let us buy it and she just paid for the 2 extra dollars LIKE OMG?? i dont even affirm this affirmation i just use the subliminal and im counting that as a result because it ended up working in my favor right?

my mom told me i have long legs and im gonna grow to be really tall , and im affirming to become 5’6 and i use a subliminal for long legs and i sometimes affirm for long legs

my eyelashes and eyebrows have definitely gotten thicker and i look more like my desired face , i kinda always did but im looking more like her everyday

i feel like im gaining my desired body? my butt is definitely getting bigger and i feel taller? and i affirm that nobody questions my changes so for my mom saying I already have long legs??? counting that as a result too

for volleyball and my new phone those are later things and ill def tell u guys my amazing results in part two❤️ i am so happy and i got all this in ONLY 2 DAYS i stopped manifesting for a while and felt like i couldn’t but after realizing truly how easy it is to manifest im literally about to have my dream life

here are the main affs i use🤭

⋆ regardless of everything i have all of my desires

⋆ regardless of everything nothing can ruin my manifestations

⋆ regardless of everything i always manifest within 3 days or less

⋆ regardless of everything all subliminals work instantly for me and give me results within 3 days or less

i affirm for 5 or 3 minutes all my affirmations and then my main ones i say 30 times to saturate my mind , i hope you enjoyed some of my results , if i can do it so can you JUST PERSIST LITERALLY !!

#manifest #law of manifestation #manifesting #manifestaion #manifesation #self concept #neville goddard #law of attraction #law of assumption #subliminals #subliminal #sammy ingram #master manifestor #loa #loa affirmations #affirmations #subliminal results #manifestation results

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blueepink07 · 8 months

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Thinking about this question addresed to Muu...

What's your dream for the future?

Muu wanting to be a model herself it's not something very surprising, sure, especially considering that her mother was a model too.

What are the occupations of your family members?

However I always wondered what kind of model she can be.

Fashion model industry has a requirement for heights. Usually, you need to be at least 170 cm (5'7") to be able to be a fashion model. Because of Kotoko's height and appearance, even Milgram describes her as having features that will make her a good model!

In Japan, the height requirement is less strict, the minimum being 166 cm (5'6").

However, Muu's official height is 162 cm (5'3"), so she doesn't fit the height requirements. And unfortunately for her, the chances of her becoming taller are low, because girls usually stop growing after 15 years old, Muu being older than that.

So how did Muu receive scouting offers if she doesn't fit the requirements to be a fashion model? Well, simple, despite that I always viewed Muu as being a fashion lover, especially after trial 2, there are other types of modelling!

Fashion (Editorial) Model, Runway Model, Commercial Model, Fitness Model, Parts Model and many more! (if anyone is interested I'll put the link here!)

Based on these, Muu can be, most probably, a commercial model and parts model!

Commercial Models are not restricted by age, height, or size, while parts model basically means having body parts and facial features that make you stand out, usually used on editorial, advertising, and catalog work.

Muu has been complimented many times for her looks, even her profile states that she is very beautiful.

But modelling is not just about being considered pretty, you need to have something that makes you stand out!

"Being a model isn't just about being “good looking” or “pretty.” There are a lot of beautiful people in the world. If you're serious about getting into modeling, it's important to have “a look.” There should be something unique about the way you look or the way you're built."

And Muu actually posses this feature!

In the first voice drama, Es is noticing her unusual and pretty face features.

Based on this, we can say that Muu might be a perfect face model!

"Beauty modelling, also known as face modelling, is a category of modelling that takes place predominantly in the beauty industry – so skincare, make-up and cosmetics. Models regularly require extremely close-up photos of their faces, or parts of their faces, so it’s important beauty models are well-groomed and take care of their skin, hair and nails."

Healthy hair and clear skin

Well-maintained nails

"You need to learn how to move the tiny muscles in the face to create different expressions. Can you smile or laugh convincingly on demand? Can you look gloomy or thoughtful at a moment’s notice? If you have a natural poker face and struggle to control or show emotions, you’ll struggle being a beauty model."

Muu is very expressive when it comes to her emotions and feelings. If something bothers her, she will not hesitate to be blunt about it. An event that made her upset? She will show her sadness by crying, will be vocal about it. An action that made her happy? Her body language is easy to read and, with a confident and pretty smile, she'll show her cheerfulness!

Moreover, Muu is able to change her emotions very quickly and easily.

A good example is in her first voice drama, where Muu, after many minutes of crying, is changing her attitude in a few seconds, after seeing Es talking with Jackalope.

So Muu can easily be a famous face model if she truly wants to!

Also, another interesting thing!

Muu is saying that her mother, who was once a model, is not active anymore.

"But while most female models are considered ready for retirement by the time they turn 25, males tend to start later and are more likely to make modeling a long-term career."

Although, 25 is not necessarily the age when female models have to retire, there being many exceptions, depending on how they maintain themselves, for Muu's mother it's very possible that she retired during that age!

If we take Muu's father age, based on this portal timeline conversation:

"Kazui: Hm? Ah…… Kusunoki-chan. Sorry for asking out of the blue, but how old is your father?

Mu: Eh…? Um… I think he’s 41…"

which is 41, and we consider that her mother is the same age, then, when Muu has been born she was 25 years old! The same age when most models retire! So Muu's mother most probably retired short after her daughter's birth!

#milgram #milgram theory #milgram muu #muu kusunoki #thoughts

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shahrwrites · 2 months

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This has been on my mind for a long time and i really need to get it out.

Jason is not as bulky as y’all make him out to be.

He’s just not a malnourished little kid anymore.

Ok, I can see people try to argue that even in canon, he’s like really tall and really bulky and yes I’m look at you Gotham War. ಠ_ಠ

To be honest, I was hysterically laughing for like. Fifteen whole minutes before I calmed down enough to continue reading. For the love of god, Selina looks like a little teenage kid next to him. And she’s got heels on.

And by the way, this is how she looks next to Bruce, which is way more plausible than. Whatever that was.

Never mind, I think they drew all the males ridiculously big in this comic. (Or is Selina just really that smol??? Not that I was under the impression that she was huge or something, but for a woman who used to be one of Batman’s most notorious villains?? Man, idk)

The point is. Yes, Jason shoot up a few inches after the Lazarus pit. And yes, he also gained a few pounds of muscle, too. But not over-night and not because he was dunked in a war-machine-making bathtub. It’s because he wasn’t malnourished anymore. His stunted growth was resolved in the aftermath of the Lazarus and he wasn’t a skinny short baby from then on, because whatever he ate, his body was healthy enough to directly absorb. Batman annual #25 and the rest of the comics will want you to think differently. But. Just. No.

As dislikable as The Lost Days artwork was, at least they didn’t grow him into a giant over night and I think it’s the only good thing they did in that comic, too, because it would give more depth to his character to say that in the years leading up to UtRH, in addition to everything else, he put in the effort to build his body for the big confrontation. To mislead and shock Bruce as much as he could. But even then, he’s not a tank of a man. He simply has an athletically pleasant body. And, you know, he’s, like, not fifteen anymore?? So it makes sense.

However, it’s not to say that I don’t enjoy reading (whether in comics or fanfics) about the disorientation it brings the batfam to conform the picture of this well-built man before them with their mental image of the scrawny little kid their sweet baby Jason was, in their heads.

If people write Jason’s growth compared to his fifteen self and how it gives the family such a hard time, as maybe a little bulky, sure. I can wrap my head around it and actually enjoy it.

Otherwise, I see Jason as a little taller than Dick and about the same height, if not a little shorter, than Bruce. Actually, Dexter Soy’s representation of Jason felt pretty accurate to me. Which is a shame that the story of RHatO as a whole was such a trash. Maybe for the exception of the Rebirth vol. 1. But I’ll get to that another day.

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raccoonfallsharder · 4 months

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Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟupdated 1/25 ❤︎

18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 26/27 chapters | wip| word count: pending. ♡ check the masterlist for expected updates ♡ ♡ see the "holiday special" ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ [new 12/5] ♡

girl falls first; racoon falls harder.

On the mornings after nights built on nightmares — nights when Rocket has spent hours haunted, or bitter, or weeping — there’s always something different than usual. If there’s sex, Rocket’s touch is lighter: more careful. He makes Jolie come relentlessly, like he’s trying to make up for all of his own past hurts by filling her with more bliss than she can bear. There’s less teasing, and more ragged reverence. He might not call her names, but if he does, they sound holy: slut uttered in the same tone that someone else might say saint. He doesn’t let her touch him on those rotations, and he doesn’t come till he’s satisfied that she can’t possibly have another orgasm left in her. If there isn’t sex, everything is the opposite. He’ll take whatever physical comfort she can think to give him: slow, soothing strokes along his back, full-body embraces, comforting kisses on his shoulders and face and chest and hands. One morning, as he lies on his stomach with his chin resting on folded forearms, she strokes his tail. He closes his eyes, and shudders, and melts, so she strokes it again and again, wrapping her fingers around the silky appendage and letting it run through her hand like a waterfall, over and over. They lay like that for a dozen-dozen minutes. Longer. But the nightmares don’t come often anymore. Instead, most mornings are full of laughter or stories, and mocking, and tinkering and sketching, and cups of coffee that one of them brings down to share. And yeah, of course, more sex. The Guardians take more jobs, make more units, save more people. Make more art — more versions of Rocket, more golden jump-points. Groot grows taller and lankier and somehow even moodier. Gamora and Pete grow more transparently in love. They all squabble and tease and fuck and fight. And whenever Rocket touches her, Jolie grows more certain that he does love her after all, even if he can’t say it.

[NEW 1/25]✧･ﾟ:*Chapter XXVI. The Other Side of the Window. in which old friends are reunited. ❤︎

i'm crying in fear of the final chapter update in like a week and a half. god i've put so much stupid love into this silly thing. thank you for all your support and for taking part in this with me so far. i truly could not be more grateful ~♡

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General summary/notes + links to recently preceding chapters behind the cut.

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Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies).

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon

*･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:*✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.

Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.

Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units.in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.

Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.

Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”

Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.

Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.

Chapter XI. Let It Be. in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.

Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.

Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

Chapter XX. Some Nerve. *in which an ultimatum is given.

Chapter XXI. I Very Still. ❤︎❤︎ in which our heroes get fucked. In the good way, this time. Finally.

Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket does not say "I love you."

Chapter XXIII. We're Gonna Need a Bigger Table. ❤︎ in which the galaxy continues to spin.

Chapter XXIV. Space Would Be Better. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket ~discreetly~ claims the title of boyfriend.

Chapter XXV. Little Love Stories. * in which both of our heroes learn a little bit about themselves.

Chapter XXVI. Other Side of the Window. ❤︎ in which old friends are reunited.

Chapter XXV. The Most Beautiful Thing in My House. ❤︎❤︎

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆A Holiday Special *

Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short/drabbly, silly fluff.

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voolfman · 4 months

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Cheers to Growing Up

Sctic fic by voolffman on ao3

His voice is deep. He's taller than me now. I don't always seem to remember this, and, sometimes, when I hear him speak, I am caught by surprise. When did he get so big? When did he grow up so much?

I know I was there. I watched it happen.

I used to hold his hand in the supermarket so he wouldn't wander off while mom debated pasta sauces. It'd be weird to hold his hand now. He's taller than me. And people would make weird assumptions. Mostly because we look nothing alike. At least we don't think so.

But sometimes, I can't help it. I remember a little boy looking up at me with stars in his eyes, as if I could reach out and grab the moon. Now, outer space is still definitely a theme for when he stares at me, but usually it's because he's finally realized that I'm a bit of a space case. Which is patently true, of that I can't deny, but maybe it's because we didn't have an older sibling to tell us how it was, that an older sibling can still be a bit starry-eyed and naive-

“Hyung, be ready to leave soon,” he said, a light and happy smile graced his sweet and (not so little anymore) face. Then he turned from the couch where I was brushing Peace and shouted, “Hurry up, Yerim! If you're not ready soon, hyung and I WILL leave you!”

“No we won't!” I reassured the girl. I poked the brat standing next to me. “Be nice. Girls take longer to get ready-”

“Her hair is shorter than mine.”

I sighed, this kid. “Not the point. I'm ready, though, just brushing Peace while I wait for you two.”

Yoohyun pouted and crossed his arms. “I'm going to grab the invitations.”

“Don't harass Yerim when you pass her room!” I called after him as I went back to brushing Peace and… pondering.

-but that's alright. I am still the older sibling, and that can never be taken away. I know my place. You know your place. I'm still in charge, I'm still five years older.

And I'll still be just as excited when I take you out to grab some fast food when we're 25 and 20, and just as excited when we were 17 and 12 as I picked you up from school when we did that. I wonder if you still remember our shenanigans. I still remember the first time I held you. Not as a memory, it's been too long for a distinct memory. But the memory of a feeling. I was so excited to meet you. More than you could possibly imagine. Even when you frustrate me to high heaven and make me wonder if I spoiled you a tad too much, I'll still coo over your actions, even if you're an adult, to me you'll always be small and cute. My adorable (not so little anymore) brother.

“Ahjussi!! Yoohyun just burnt my hairbrush to a crisp and said I looked ‘good enough!’”

Well, mostly adorable. Sorry, Yerim, he's a bit of a brat.

#sctir #ao3 #han yoojin #s classes that i raised #voolfman #han yoohyun #bak yerim #fanfic

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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, the banquet continues--with or without Trevelyan.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 2,848. Rating: most audiences. Warnings: symptoms of trauma, discussion of death and murder, brief descriptions of murder.

AN: To give you an idea: content is no worse than anything found in Inquisition itself. However, this chapter is skippable if you need it. Message if you want more info.)

Chapter 25: The Banquet - Part 2

“Well?” said the Comtesse.

Trevelyan had no words with which to answer, no breath in her lungs with which to respond. She clawed it back, desperately, as it escaped from her—more rapidly by the second. Did the air grow cold by itself, or had she made it that way?

Lady Samient dropped her fork onto the table. The clang commanded attention, drew stares away from Trevelyan. All expected her to speak, but it was the Baroness who took the opportunity:

“What a perverse thing to talk of,” she said, with a smile so forced it could have torn her cheeks apart, “as we are all eating.”

“No more perverse than attending a hanging,” the Comtesse countered.

Lady Samient muttered, “I can think of only one hanging I should like to watch.”

The Comtesse laughed it off. “Lady Trevelyan does not mind my asking, do you?”

Lady Trevelyan was staring at the candle between her and Lady Erridge, trying not to see figures in the flames.

“What about some warmer drinks?” said Dorian, loudly. “I feel a chill. I need something warm.”

The Comtesse ignored him. “Lady Trevelyan?” she repeated. “You don’t mind.”

Trevelyan did not wish to reply. But Maker, she would have to. Eyes crawled over her skin. Whispers inside and out. The other table had fallen silent, too. More seats for the audience.

Flickering, flickering, growing taller. Dorian moved imperceptibly.

The candle went out.

And it was a cough that had extinguished it.

Lady Erridge was coughing—no, choking—violently. In desperation, she patted her chest. A croak was all she could utter from her mouth.

“Boah,” she wheezed, “boah!”

“A bone?” said Samient.

Erridge wagged a finger in her direction.

The Baroness gasped. “She has a bone caught in her throat. Lady Trevelyan, are you trained in healing?”

Trevelyan’s mind sharpened into focus. Yes, yes, she did have training. But—not for this.

Still, she shot up from her seat, and hurried round to Lady Erridge’s side.

“Tilt your head back and open your mouth,” she said. Lady Erridge did exactly as instructed, and Trevelyan peered in. She had hoped it might be caught in her gullet, but Lady Montilyet’s intimate lighting was not designed for a task such as this. “I can’t see it!”

“Take her out to the garden,” Dorian suggested, shooting to his feet. “You’ll have better light there!”

A far more sensible idea than Trevelyan’s plan to conjure a wisp near her face. At once, she took Lady Erridge’s arm and rushed for the garden door. A servant had it open before they even reached it. Trevelyan whispered reassurances the whole way.

They emerged, Erridge continuing to choke. Trevelyan hurried her out of the covered walkway, to where the evening light might give its aid. Her heart thud as loud as the sound of the door closing behind them.

Yet, as she instructed Erridge to lean back once more, Lady Erridge cleared her throat.

“Is it gone?” Trevelyan asked.

“Oh, it was never there!” said Erridge with a smile. “I simply thought you might want to leave, after… what was said.”

Maker. Though not a player of the Great Game, Lady Erridge was a quicker wit and greater actress than they all had given her credit for.

“No, no, I’m all right,” Trevelyan lied.

Lady Erridge shook her head. “But I saw the candles flicker, and you are so good with fire.” She placed a hand on Trevelyan’s arm, her grip steadfast, yet gentle. “Are you certain?”

Trevelyan bit back her smile. The door was shut. They were out. No one would hear them now.

The first tears started to form. “It’s… it’s all right. Nothing… to do with me, I assure you.”

“But terribly distressing, regardless,” Erridge cooed, wiping Trevelyan’s cheek. “Come, here.”

She spread her arms, and welcomed Trevelyan into them. It was perhaps the softest, most soothing embrace Trevelyan had ever felt. If any of her sisters had ever held her, Trevelyan imagined that this is what it might have been like.

Until Lady Erridge muttered, “Maker, that woman was quite the dreadful little puddle of druffalo piss, wasn’t she?”

Trevelyan let out a weepy laugh. “That’s what her outfit reminded me of.”

Erridge began to giggle as well—until the door cracked open. In a mere moment, she split from Trevelyan, and turned her giggles back into coughs. For her part, Trevelyan dried her eyes and prepared to tend to her ‘patient’.

To what seemed only Trevelyan’s surprise, the Commander appeared. And as soon as he had shut the door behind him, Erridge gave up her act.

“Are you all right?” he asked, striding toward them.

“Oh—er, I managed to dislodge the bone, and there is no damage,” Trevelyan lied. “She is well.”

But Lady Erridge whispered to her: “I believe he was asking about you.”

Though Trevelyan was doubtful, the look on the Commander’s face confirmed as much. “Oh,” she breathed. “Well, I’m…”

As she trailed off, Lady Erridge perked. “I think I shall take a turn. All that coughing scratched up my throat! Some fresh air will do.” She looked to Trevelyan, and with intent, said, “If that’s all right with you?”

Trevelyan nodded. “Thank you.”

One last squeeze of her arm, and Lady Erridge slipped away, pretending some fascination with the bushes at the other side of the garden. Trevelyan watched a moment, preparing herself for what was to come next. She returned her gaze to the Commander.

His focus remained on her. Waiting, patiently. Regarding, gently.

“I am sorry you had to find out this way,” he said.

Trevelyan shook her head. “I already knew. It was the talk of Ostwick when I returned. Every party my parents dragged me to—”

She stopped. Poor wording.

“—that I attended, someone would speak of it. The latest gossip.” Acknowleging this fact aloud made her feel quite silly, for the fuss she had caused on this occasion. “Forgive me my reaction, I hadn’t expected to hear of it here.”

“And you shouldn’t have,” said the Commander, resolute in his voice and posture. “You needn’t apologise for this.”

No matter how true his words, there was a still a sense of shame that came with exposing one’s emotions so publicly.

“I had been thinking about it, I suppose,” Trevelyan admitted. “Since I came here...”

She glanced away, spied a bench nearby. The moment her foot took its first step toward it, the Commander followed. Slowly, together, they walked.

“I have spoken to some of the other mages here, that came from Ostwick,” she explained. “They thought I had died at the Conclave, that we all had. Yet no one seems to know who the mages were, who were… who were killed. All they know is that Ostwick Templars killed Ostwick mages.”

Because the First Enchanter had not let anyone know more, save the Knight-Commander. And it was the discovery of this concealment that had decided Ostwick’s fate.

The First Enchanter and Knight-Commander died in the ensuing rebellion. The truth died with them. Or so it was thought.

Trevelyan took her seat on the bench, felt the stone that had warmed in the evening sun. The Commander stood beside her, as if on guard. But he need not have been so alert; the garden was quiet, save for them and Erridge. Peaceful and quiet.

“It was us, wasn’t it? The delegation, to the Conclave.”

The Commander nodded. “I believe so.”

“But if that—if that’s the case, then they think it was our own Templars who..?”

The Commander’s face changed. Calmness and compassion—to confusion. He sank to a knee before her, and searched her eyes for answers.

“What do you mean?”

Tears, stinging, again. Trevelyan looked behind herself, thinking she had felt Lady Erridge’s presence approach. But Erridge was far away, occupied with the flowers. Yet, something… watching, waiting.

She had to clear their names.

“That night,” she began, “we had made camp outside a village, in Ferelden. Though it’s… hard, to remember what, what happened. There are only bits and pieces of it left… I…”

The Commander settled where he knelt, and nodded for her to continue. “It’s all right. Go on.”

“I remember… we had all gone to sleep, but the night watch awoke us. There were people in the trees, surrounding us. Templars, but… not like ours.”

“Red Templars?” the Commander asked, gently.

“I don’t know—I didn’t know what a Red Templar was, then. It was dark—I saw only what the moons and the firelight reflected. They could’ve been, I just…” The struggle to clutch her memories—frayed threads that loosened the harder she held on—summoned forth the tears she was only just keeping down.

“It’s all right,” the Commander reassured her, “it’s all right.”

From his waistcoat he pulled a napkin—clean—and embroidered with leaves that Trevelyan recognised. Same ones as the banquet table. Swiped before he’d left, most likely.

Appreciative of the gesture, she took it, and dabbed her cheeks. “I do recall that our Knight-Lieutenant, Aarden, spoke to them. I think—I think they wanted us. But he refused to hand us over. We had twice as many Templars as mages—it, it was safe. We weren’t doing anything wrong.”

The Templars had disagreed.

“All I remember then is… seeing the sword sticking out of his back.”

The words must have hit the Commander hard, for he bowed his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“We stood and fought,” Trevelyan went on, for it was all she knew how to do. “I don’t think we were outnumbered, but—it felt like we were. I remember Lilley—Lilley Brandt was her name, one of our Templars—shouting, ‘protect the mages, protect the mages’.”

She hadn’t shouted for long.

“When the tide turned, they told us to run. They held the line as long as they could but—they couldn’t hold it forever.” A chill ran down Trevelyan’s spine. “And when our Templars were gone, they started following us. Hunting us down. For sport. For amusement. One by one.”

Trevelyan tried not to think of the sounds. The screams. The desperate last spells. The thud of each body.

“It was just me and Floris left.”

But still they came.

“She told me to run. Go to the Conclave, tell them what had happened.” Trevelyan held the cloth to her eyes, as it became too much. “Before I could stop her, she ran. Distracted them. So I could escape.” Her strength gave way, and she sobbed. “The only one.”

“Could she not have survived?” asked the Commander, but Trevelyan shook her head. She knew. “Then she would be glad to know her sacrifice was not in vain.”

“But it was!” Trevelyan wept. “I failed! I failed her. I didn’t reach the Conclave in time, nor Ostwick. If only I had…”

“There was nothing you could’ve done.”

“But there was.”

For even though none of the Ostwick mages seemed to know who had been killed, unlike the exaggerated stories of the Ostwick elite, they all seemed to be sure of the number. Five.

They believed the First Enchanter had concealed these five deaths to protect the Templars of Ostwick. Anything to maintain neutrality. But the First Enchanter knew how many mages he had sent to the Conclave. Six.

“The First Enchanter would have known I wasn’t there,” said Trevelyan, clutching the napkin in her hand. Her knuckles paled. “He could have checked my phylactery; he would have known I was alive. He was not a fool—if those Templars framed our own, he would not have acted without evidence. And he had a living witness. If I had arrived in time… then perhaps—”

She could have told them the truth. No need for concealment. No need to suspect their own. No need to rebel.

There were only estimates of the exact numbers lost when Ostwick Circle was broken. But they were not small. And the guilt of every death, every single one, rested upon Trevelyan’s shoulders. Unbearable, suffocating, weight. She choked on it even now.

“What happened at Ostwick was not your fault,” said the Commander, firm and unerring. “You are not to blame for what those Templars did. You are not to blame for how the First Enchanter and Knight-Commander dealt with it. You did everything you could. This is not your fault.”

Trevelyan shook her head. “But I failed.”

“You didn’t fail. You did as you were asked.” He caught her gaze, held her focus, and told her true: “Your Ladyship, we are the Conclave.”

The magnitude of his words took a moment to be felt. Trevelyan’s mind thought it simply another platitude, at first. But she realised his meaning, as she took in the view of Skyhold around them.

The Inquisition had been forged of the very metals that once made up the Conclave. Though its form was different, what had created it was the same. This fortress was haven. She had finally arrived.

The fresh tears that rolled down her cheeks were of a different kind. That feeling of cold observation, somewhere at her back, warmed. He was right. She was here.

Yet all she could say was, “Oh.”

“You did not fail,” the Commander repeated. Trevelyan, without intending to, nodded.

But if this was the Conclave, then… “If—if I tell you who our Templars were, you could clear their names?”

“If you permit me.”

Trevelyan buckled, a little of the weight slipping from her shoulder. Forcing herself back upright, she told him: “Please, do. But”—she paused—“if everyone from Ostwick finds out, they’ll know the rebellion happened under false pretences.”

The Commander shook his head. “Ostwick was not as stable as it claimed. The First Enchanter was hoping to outlast the war; that the Conclave would provide a solution before the Circle fell. If it wasn’t this…”

“But it was this.”

“Then whether yours or not, Templars were still at fault,” he admitted, “and the First Enchanter still concealed the truth.” He thought on it a moment. “I’ll let the Grand Enchanter know first. She will be able to break the news sensitively.”

Trevelyan nodded.

“It will help if I can send agents to investigate what happened,” he explained. “But only if you will allow it.”

Trevelyan’s mind had already laid down its shovel, tired of digging up this past. But if he wished to take up the tools himself… she would not stop him.

“All right. But—please do not tell me of what you find. Please. Or—at least, ask me, first, before you do.”

“Of course,” he murmured, perfectly gentle. “Do you recall the name of the village?”

“Sudton.”

He recognised it immediately. “Very well. Thank you.” He rose to his feet, and told her: “I promise you, we will do everything we can.”

“Thank you.”

Trevelyan’s eyes drifted to the other side of the garden, where Lady Erridge wandered. The Commander’s movement must have caught her attention, for she glanced over in turn. Meeting her eye, Trevelyan gave a small beckon, which Erridge heeded immediately.

“Are you all righ—oh, Lady Trevelyan!”

Lady Erridge collapsed onto the bench beside Trevelyan, who now realised how red and soaked and puffy her face must have looked. Terribly handsome. Nevertheless, Erridge swept her into her arms:

“Cry onto me all you like. I’ve ruffles enough for a thousand handkerchiefs.”

The Commander told her, “I think it would be best to take Lady Trevelyan to her room.”

“Oh, I can do that!” replied Erridge. “Though I do not know how to get there without going through the hall. And I do not wish any of them to see us.”

“Go through my office,” the Commander instructed. “The guards will let you in. There is a bridge to the library—Lady Trevelyan knows it. You can reach your rooms from there.”

Erridge nodded, rubbing Trevelyan’s back all the while. “Oh, yes, I shall know where to go from there.”

The thought of her room brought Trevelyan no end of comfort. She liked it better than even her room back home. When Erridge stood, Trevelyan took the hand she offered with no reluctance.

The Commander prepared to walk with them, but Lady Erridge stopped him. “Commander, if you could return to the banquet and tell them that it is Lady Trevelyan who has taken me to my room to recover, I think it would help quell any rumour.”

The Commander nodded. “Very well.” But he looked to Trevelyan, gaze lingering on her face. “I… rest well, your Ladyship. I will do as you’ve asked. And—you are safe, in Skyhold. I promise you that.”

“Thank you,” she breathed.

Reluctant, he stepped away, and headed for the hall door. They watched him go, before Lady Erridge linked her arm in Trevelyan’s, and began to lead her off.

“I have a book of recipes, in my room,” she said. “Would you like to look through it with me, and decided which one we shall bake next?”

Trevelyan smiled a watery smile. “That sounds lovely.”

#cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #commander cullen #unwanted #unwanted fic #this isn't 100% perfect in my mind for some reason but also perfection is an illusion and this site comes with an edit button #anyway here's a chapter about how lady erridge is the best friend you will ever have #enjoy!

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Now the brain worms are satisfied with the world building let's go to the part that started everything.

So meet Ozzy (she/he/they):

19 years old orphan (fem alpha) that have traveled for all the land searching for a place to call home.

Jack of all trades thanks to their curiosity with a preference for writing, reading and narrating.

Have a lot of scars, consequences a of her naivety at the start of her journey.

Taller than Bela, Karl, Salvatore, Donna and Miranda smaller than the rest.

Clumsy, courteous, playful, oblivious to social cues and too Honest (almost a himbo)

Rarely goes feral but with her life in line his capacity for violence is surprising.

Children are the most frequent audience so he ha grow to like them, still don't have patience for the bratty ones and will panic with the crying ones.

Her sexual desire is pretty low, the rare times that feel it she would take care of it alone, is not fan of dirty jokes or bragging. That not mean that she innocent, her fantasy while pleasuring are dirty and kinky as hell.

Because she is always traveling, drink a lot of herbal/drugs to keep her ruts under control. (A really, really bad thing to do that will bite her in the ass later)

Five years have passed, the kingdom and the high noble houses are more stable.

Ages:

Miranda 44

Alcina 32

Mia 30

Bela, Cass and Daniela 16

Salvatore 31

Urias 33

Karl 25

Ethan 26

Rosemary 5

Donna 25

Angie 13

Now Ozzy is traveling with a entertainment caravan (musician and acrobats) that she recently meet, they want to cross the ocean, the caravan has plans and contacts they just need a little more money and supplies, the Moreau ships are famous for their resistance and successful travels ( Make in collaboration with the Heisenberg and Beneviento houses) so it's a great opportunity. The caravan let Ozzy travel with them because a lot a their popular songs were made by her and her stories are a popular too.

Ozzy tells stories, sometimes with the musician providing ambience. The caravan gets famous and a lot a children want to see it, including noble children (that disguise themselves as this kind show are considered for the commoners) especially the fabulous storyteller that sometimes make stories in the spot.

Rose and Angie both want to see it, but Ethan/Karl have a lot of work to do the same goes for alcina/mia and Donna. So the dimisisters beg to go in their place (because they worry about the youngest not because they are curious, of course, they are too old for that, of course) Cass is a sword prodigy and her sisters are not bad at fighting either , all of them will be disguised nobody will notice.

The duchess relent as the place have guards and trust her daughters ability (Mia argued for hours to get the permission, the girls want and need independence) Donna permission is harder to get as she is very protective of Angie but after a long, long discussion she relent ( she will be working after hours to get enough free time to go), the little girls are excited.

Now the romance routes go like this:

Alcina/Mia and Ethan/Karl

If you are in polygamy you can go for the married/dating couples, yo get close to the children you get close to the parents.

The dimisisters

They are very interested in the storyteller, one the few female alpha that they know and the only one that is close to their age (the population of female alphas and male omegas is small).

Bela and Cass are omegas, both of them were annoyed by that, Bela because heats were a pain to deal and consume time and Cassandra because omegas tend to have a difficult time growing muscle mass (she just needs to works harder) but they don't hate it (they just hate the faraway look on their mother face when she talks about a uncle that they couldn't meet) their grandmother Is a powerful queen and she is a omega, Bela seems it as a signal of worthiness and Cass as a challenge to her way to become a knight ( there is few omega knights and mostly are males).

Daniela is a beta, she is mad because all the stories that she had read is always an omega princess/prince so she is pissed when they present (a week a fever and growing pain) but after Bela and Cass first heats she is like "yeah, I'm okay this a lot better ", Mia laughs at her reaction, alcina just sighs while comforting her oldest children.

So after shows Angie and Rose being an energetic and social pair of children goes to Ozzy asking questions after questions and Ozzy finds them adorable. Seeing your caring and patient behavior attract at Bela, your energy and playfulness at Daniela and your protective behavior with the unaccompanied children attract Cassandra. So they start talking to you too, and the more time they do it more enchanted are. So they offer Ozzy a deal to work in their house, just for a period of time, is temporary they swear it.

Ozzy keeps a respectful distance because the children told you that the older girls are their cousins (you noticed the gold decoration in their clothes, you not want to mess with the nobles) but she needs the money and the girls are nice so she talks to the members and the deal is made. (Your fate is made)

Donna

She gets enough free time to go and well she always have loved fairytales, she is shy and quiet but very entranced in the story. Angie knows her aunt/mom so she ask all the questions with time Donna start talking and can't help but be enchanted with your patience and attention so she gets closer and closer.

Little Rose break her leg and Karl/Ethan are in a business travel so she stays with alcina/mia, Ozzy ask for her and Angie gets a wonderful idea, you can go to the dimitrescu house to cheer Rose! You try to deny, working with nobles? HIGH NOBLES yeah no good at all, but the pay is tempting and it will be only until Rose gets better. So you accept (you still can say no escape)

During your stay something go awfully wrong and now Donna and you are Bonded , you can't bring yourself to ask for her to break it (is painful and horrible but possible) so you tell her to leave with you, something that you hadn't mentioned at all, something that makes her really angry.

When Ozzy meets donna she is presented as Angie personal maid, in all his time in the dimitrescu house this is not challenged as Donna stay with Angie in her room and Ozzy eat with the maids of the house, so all the time Ozzy though of Donna as a commoner like him, better off but still closer in society.

Miranda

In this timeline you came three years earlier you are sixteen years old and the reincarnation of Miranda lover, the appearance and scent change slightly but the familiarity is there for anyone that had meet the king in his youth.

You came alone in the kingdom working unnoticed in the orphanage for three years until a entertainment caravan came and you get close and they give a chance to go beyond the sea, and your fame gets to the queen when her grandchildren talk with her about you and she gets curious, it's been a long time since she had gone outside trapped in the palace alone (her children try but they have a lot responsibilities, they want her to have peace so they do their best to reduce her work ) so she goes with them, only this time she says then a ghost appears in front of her and now is every month, week, day.

This an divine signal, the gods are giving someone back to her, she needs to keep you but her guilt is bigger so she try to keep her distance, but her granddaughters get closer and so she does too and well this is what fate is for her, for you.

Ozzy doesn't know that Andy the loyal maid of the children is the fucking queen of the kingdom, because of her attitude and elegance he is a little more cautious than with donna but after seeing how sad and lonely she is behind her mask they try (and succeed) to get closer to the older woman (GILF).

#resident evil village #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #mother miranda #au #cassandra dimitrescu #omegaverse

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crack-canon · 1 year

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Grown up: Little Siblings

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Kaidou Toki and Iridatsu Yuuta

-timelines can suck ass cuz technically this is a 6yr skip for the kids which puts them in Junior but the adults are set around 25-26

-and I ended up aging up Yuuta to 7 because it seemed like to me that Toki was around 7 instead of Yuuta’s 5

-Okay, so I made it that there’s an 8yr time skip which would then mean the lil bros are 15

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-I know lashes never mean much on a boy but I like to think these boys explore outside of the masculine fashion when out of school

-This is purely thanks to the exposure of non-binary fashion from Saiki (agender), Akechi (Experimental Gender-fluid), and Kaidou (he’s just likes cute things and is comfortable in his masculinity)

-Mom (Kaidou) allowed Toki to grow his hair out if he kept up his good grades in school

-Yuuta is a bit of a cry baby and is an easy target for bullying, especially for his gundam figures and notebook drawings of superheros

-Last time Yuuta told someone about the bullying, Saiki turned into a kid and threatened the student (he’s a little protective of his little brother)

-So now whenever, Toki tries to tell an authoritative figure, Yuuta gets scared that it’ll somehow reach Saiki and he’ll “overreact” again

-Saiki “overreacted” because the bullies broke a gundam Yuuta and Kuniharu (Mr. saiki) were excitedly working on together, that was also bought with the kid’s saved up allowance along with drowning his notebook filled with stories and drawings

-Sure the bullies didn’t bother him again but still

-If he didn’t have “time reversal” Saiki would probably be even more pissed off. Yuuta had to pick between which item to restore because Saiki was still limited to only one restoration a day and the next day would mean, Saiki couldn’t restore the other object

-Yuuta picked the gundam that him and Mr. Saiki made together

-through sniffles and dry tears “It’s alright, like Shun-san says, sometimes you just need to *hic* rework everything…” (referring to the destruction of all his work and world building in the notebooks)

-Yuuta grew up to be an artsy and creative person

-Toki is on the student council and class rep

-Toki is far more assertive than Shun at his age

-He also probably learned kickboxing alongside Kaidou and easily overpowers his older brother who’s an adult

-He fights for weak-willed students

Oi Oi! You’re still picking on Iradatsu even after all my other warnings! Lucky for you, I’ve gathered more than enough evidence from other students and my own observations to have you all suspended or better even- expelled!

Oi Oi Oi! No don’t worry I won’t hurt them too much. Just enough so that Saiki-san’s weird healing thing won’t kick in for a while~

-Toki just kinda results to violence after the first two warnings don’t get through. He learned the hard way when parents just bought out the principle back in middle school

-Even as they attend PK Academy, Toki once again becomes Class Rep and Yuuta is still a target for bullying even after he grew taller than his classmates (Year 1) (age: 15)

-Toki most definitely picked up Aren’s thug way of speaking whenever he gets pissed off

-Yuuta gained muscle and height suddenly over summer before they entered PK Academy and could easily overpower other students. Last time he did that, he got blamed

-In this specific headcanon, Toki is half-Japanese and gets bullied because of it. In middle school, it was because of his notebooks and gundam

-Saiki requested Hairo to keep an eye on the two since they always seem to get in trouble

-Because of this, the two are extra vigilant and hide from Hairo when they get in trouble. During lunch, they spend most of it with Hairo instead of other classmates when he’s free

-Saiki changed the world once again by allowing Japanese students to grow their hair out

-Toki wears mascara and eyeliner

-Toki and Yuuta are almost never seen separated on school grounds

-Toki excels in school but fails in PE that isn’t stretches and agility based. He has weak grip strength and a poor arm when it comes to throwing. He likes to joke that it’s Dark Reunion’s doing that messing up his powers

-He’s on track only because his mom made him do it which means he has to be vigilant at his homework

-Yuuta is a pretty average student but is great at strength based skills. He’s got an amazing throwing arm and is a beast at Dodgeball and is often voted to be captain

-He ended up entering baseball on Hairo and Satou’s suggestion so now he gets free training on weekends with Satou (the two like to catch up and talk about Saiki)

-Sure, Toki COULD grab a stepladder and ask someone to hold it while he pins up class decorations for the school festival but why do that when you can just ride your friend’s strong shoulders while you weigh “like a backpack with only 1 chem book” in your friend’s words. I mean he’s already right there

-Both teens got their ears pierced over the summer break courtesy of Big Sis Aiura and Chiyo

-Toki and Yuuta are proud owners of Shun and Aren’s tree house. Sometimes they invite friends over but most of the time, the two just go there to study. They like to spend a lot of time there during the spring months when it’s not too hot and just read manga before eventually napping. They got nets in order to prevent bugs from getting in

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#grown up saiki #adult saiki k #8yrs into the future #kaidou Toki #yuuta iridatsu #PK academy #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki no psi nan #kaidou shun #saiki kusuo

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sedge-and-sanctuary · 5 months

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Moon Five: Highsun

Sedgeclan has no deputy! Harebolt agrees to be the clan's first medicine cat, learning the uses of herbs from Coniferstar.

Cats mentioned: Harebolt - 103 moons - Medicine Cat. Coniferstar - 25 moons - Leader. Snowstreak - 104 moons - Warrior.

Streak- no, Snowstreak- Harebolt has to keep reminding herself of their new names- is curled in the hollow, her breathing more even than it had been a moon ago. The camp is dug out beneath a series of tumbled boulders, tucked up against the side of a bare, clean rockface; the side of a hill split open like preybones, exposing the stripey stone below. Harebolt imagines what could have possibly broken open the earth like that. The sound it must have made, when the ground split- when all that stone came crashing down and breaking apart below. She shivers, her pelt fluffing. But the fallen rocks are all furred with lichen, now, and the sharp edges worn soft by scouring tundra wind; the disaster must have happened a long time ago. And the fallen boulders make for good windbreaks. The burrows dug beneath them are unlovely, but dry, and they warm up quickly with bodyheat. Sedgegrass grows, struggling in the summer- the Highsun, she reminds herself- taller than a cat’s shoulder, obscuring them from prying eyes. Harebolt watches Snowstreak sleep, in the rocky hollow that makes up the medicine den. Leans forward to press her nose to her mate’s pawpad; still warm to the touch. “Good,” Coniferstar says, creeping up behind her in his strange, silent way. Harebolt manages not to startle. “Is she still feverish?” “Only a little.” “She’s a strong cat.” Coniferstar looks down at Snowstreak, his striking, blue eyes thoughtful. “And you’ve done what you can for her; you’re learning very quickly.” Harebolt blinks, grateful. Snowstreak’s bite-wound did look better than it had, the wound carefully cleaned and dressed, the awful carrion smell now only a memory. She shrugs. “I’ve got a good teacher.” Coniferstar laughs, softly. Pads forward to look Snowstreak over himself. “Not so, Harebolt. I only pass on what is passed to me.” Harebolt can’t disguise her sceptical expression; Coniferstar catches it. “I know you don’t believe, yet; that’s perfectly alright. Your paws walk the path, regardless. But Starclan put us here, for a reason; you, and your mate, and I. I hope you will see that, someday.” Harebolt huffs. “It wasn’t your spirits that saved Snowstreak. It was a living cat.” She nudges Coniferstar’s shoulder. “He’s the one I believe in.” Confierstar purrs, and nudges her back, his pelt thick and soft. “And he believes in you, Harebolt.” He pauses, and then his eyes seem to kindle with an inner light, as if hitting on some clever point– or struck by a joyful memory. “After this suffering– this frost, a great thaw will come– this is what Starlclan has shown to me. This is- it will be- the way of our clan; hold on to that.” Harebolt huffs. “I’m sure I will.” But her voice has no real bite, in it. Whatever else there was to say about Coniferstar; he had saved Snowstreak’s life. Surely Harebolt can stand a little strangeness, in exchange for that.

#clangen #warriors #sedgeclan #sedgeclan moon #snowstreak #harebolt #coniferstar #sedgeclan: year one #i like harebolt a lot she's pretty :)#almost posted this to my main lol #harebolt pov

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zelda-the-sacred-realm · 2 years

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What are the heights for each of the heroes in your story since some have grown up more than they were in their respective games such as Twilight growing taller than Midna

Thanks for the question, the premise I make is that the official heights of the characters have never been released, but over time I have compared the characters and compared them with Ganondorf Oot, the only one whose height has been made official. With this premise, here are the heights of my characters and their respective ages.

Ages do not always represent their current age at the time of their death, spirits take on the appearance and age they prefer.

Twilight: Age 27, height 1.89m. According to my calculations in the game he was just over 1.70 tall and Midna was 1.83 tall, but Twilight was no older than 16 in his game, so he was in his growing age.

Time: Age 33, height 1.98m. In his game the height was definitely around 1.75, slightly taller than Twilight, this leads actually Time to be taller than Twilight.

Sky: Age 25, height 1.75m. Sky probably did not exceed 1.50m in his game, this leads me to think that at 21 he had reached 1.75m

Wild: Age 122??? We are not very sure about his final age, and we will probably see him in Totk about 5 years after Botw (just a guess). Height 1.77m, Wild was obviously much shorter than Zelda on AoC, but in Botw, after 100 years he had grown and was taller than her, I think he was 1.60m tall first and later 1.73m tall. Finally I thought it may have reached 1.77m.

Wind: Age 19. Height 1.50m. I think if you try to compare in Wind Waker, Wind and Ganondorf, then Wind was 1.10m short, but he was about 9 years old.

World: Age 21, height 1.65m. He was probably the most difficult to understand, his games do not allow great comparisons, but following the artwork you can understand that he was certainly taller than Wind but less than Sky.

Link: Age 18, height 1.68. Yes, my Link discovered his destiny as a hero at an older age than his predecessors. But he still has about 3 years to grow a bit more 😁

With that this are all the heights and ages of my characters, these aren't official, but I think they're not too far off either.

#zeldathesacredrealm #sacred realm #zeldaau #creator content #tp link #hero of twilight #hero of winds #hero of time #wild hero #hero of sky #hero of worlds #loz #loz totk #legend of zelda #zelda comic #tumblr request #artists on tumblr

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Apparently, in the book, Jacob is 6'7" after his transformation. 6'7"!! NO ONE CARES? NO ONE EVEN *NOTICES*? Not ONE person on the reservation or in town is curious why a bunch of Quileute teenagers (except Leah, apparently) are suddenly TALLER THAN MOST BASKETBALL PLAYERS? How was that not an immediate conspiracy theory or investigation by SOMEONE?

And just the weirdness of her starting Jacob off as a this gangly 15-year-old kid and then deciding she wanted buff, super-tall, shirtless werewolves and so has him go through a transformation that makes him 6′7″ and muscular and look 25. Like, that’s not from ANY traditional lore, that was something she entirely made up and it just feels really super weird? (Sexualizing her Indigenous characters specifically is a whole other dimension here, too).

If you wanted hot buff shirtless dudes, she could have started Jacob off at like 18 or something AT LEAST rather than fifteen. It would have spared us a lot of the ickiness of people lusting after Jacob--as the narrative expects them to given the loving descriptions of his physique--despite him being literally 15/16, which is younger even than our protagonist.

Again like, what was she thinking? If she wanted buff looking 25-year-olds, why not just make them closer to that age in the first place? The story would honestly only be improved if all the teen characters were a few years older. I guess it would then be skirting the edges of YA, but she was never setting out to specifically write YA in the first place. Just set it in college.

(And yeah why does Leah not get super tall, too? I think the guide has her at like 5′10″. That’s tall but it’s not TALL. If the rules are shapeshifters get tall and buff then LEAH SHOULD BE TALL AND BUFF TOO. At least 6′. ANGELA is 6′1″ tall and she’s just a normal human [as far as we know])

There are a few off-hand references to the sudden growth spurts but most people seem to just be pretty blase about it. It’s more about “omg what’s this weird gang Sam has?” and not like “how did they grow a foot and add all that muscle in a month?” Honestly I feel like the best explanation is that literally everyone on the reservation has figured out the wolf shifter stuff and the secrecy Sam and Billy are trying to maintain is completely pointless. Like eventually Embry will explain to his mom and she’s just like “yeah no shit??? You grew a foot taller and started hanging out with all the other tall buff boys and I never saw you work out a day in your life and we can hear the howling all night long we aren’t stupid, Em.”

#asks

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loved the omega alejandro concept in your fanfic! do you have more headcanons for it?

Thanks for the ask, anon. I'm glad that you enjoy the concept presented in the fic. My headcanons are usually highly connected to the ficverse they're set in so a lot of them won't make a lot of sense without the appropriate background, but here are a few that I can think of at the top of my head. To me, Alejandro and Rodolfo's lives are so intertwined together that it's difficult to isolate parts that solely belong to either of them, so most of these are probably going to be aledolfo hcs involving omega Alejandro and alpha Rodolfo.

(this got long so i'm putting it under a cut)

Alejandro and Rodolfo grew up together. This is a no-brainer.

Before their secondary sex manifested, everyone thought Rodolfo was going to be the omega and Alejandro was going to be the alpha due to their respective temperament. Ironically, aledolfo themselves cared the least about this because they knew they would be together no matter what. Therefore:

People were legitimately surprised when Alejandro presented as an omega and Rodolfo an alpha. Aledolfo were ecstatic because this meant they could bond and be together forever. Rodolfo's parents were pretty chill about it because again, it isn't like Rudy is going to be with anyone other than Alejandro, so their son's secondary sex doesn't matter much. On the other hand, Alejandro's parents' reaction was... less-than-stellar, to say the least, as he is the only son and being an omega meant that there would be no one to carry on the Vargas line. To please his parents, Alejandro took up the habit of hiding his scent at his home, and this was the first time his exceptional self-control was demonstrated. At first, Alejandro managed to hide his parents' actual reaction from Rudy, but one day it got too much and the dam broke. The next day, Alejandro packed his stuff and moved in with the Parras where he would stay until he joined the military, and the friendship between the two family basically ended overnight.

As all teenagers do, aledolfo discussed in great lengths about their future, and one thing they paid extra attention to was having children. Alejandro had already decided at this point that he would like to join the military and Rodolfo was on the fence, but they agreed that if the circumstances were right and they had enough money saved, they would retire together to make babies. And though they could rely on the Parras for support, they agreed that being their children's primary caretakers would be the best course of action and what they would like to do as well as they couldn't bear the thought of being deployed for an extended period of time and missing their future children's milestones, hence the retirement part and why they wanted to make sure they were financially stable first. Of course, this doesn't happen in the end with their careers and Alejandro being on suppressants + birth control, but the plan is still there in their minds, brewing, reminding them of simpler times with less responsibilities.

Aledolfo bonded towards the end of high school before they graduated. They got married after that and the Parras threw a big party over it. As an olive branch, they invited the Vargases as well, but they didn't show up. This would be Alejandro's last attempt to contact his parents.

Aledolfo debated for a long time whether they should both enlist or if Alejandro should go to the academy to study to be commissioned. They didn't want to be apart from each other for so long, but at the same time, Alejandro's skills and sense of responsibility means that having him simply enlist would be a waste of his talents. In the end, they decided that a short separation would be beneficial for both of them on the long run, hence Alejandro being able to become a colonel while Rodolfo becomes a sergeant major.

Alejandro didn't stop growing until he was 25. Before they left for the respective training, Rodolfo was taller than Alejandro. A few months later when they reunited during a break, Alejandro was taller than Rodolfo. This did not stop Alejandro from curling up into a ball and snuggling against Rodolfo whenever he got the chance to. In his mind's eye, he is always going to be the smaller but angrier omega by his alpha's side, and being physically taller won't change that.

Alejandro and Rodolfo were paired together as soon as Alejandro got his commission. Allowing a bonded pair to command a group of people was still relatively unheard of back then, so this decision was more of an experiment than an actual concern for aledolfo's health. Needless to say, aledolfo excelled at their tasks and Rodolfo himself started showing leadership potential, though Alejandro's omega physiology and his control over his scent meant that there were things Rodolfo would never be able to do when compared to Alejandro. This was fine to him; he knew his omega was exceptional and strong, and there was nothing he wanted to do more than to fight by his mate's side and assist him in kicking out the cartel plaguing their home.

Due to aledolfo's success, bonded pairs are now allowed to serve together in the military as opposed to the old practice where they would be separated. Before, mating bonds were seen as potential weaknesses and sources of bias and conflict, but aledolfo's case proves that this assumption is totally wrong. Turns out, when two people know each other so well that the tiniest microexpression can mean an entire sentence, they are unstoppable. And on a related note:

Alejandro is actually pretty famous within the world of special forces. Although military omegas are more common these days, a military omega in the special forces is still a rare sight because most omegas won't bother suffering through the trials of special forces training just to be assigned to do the same thing as they have always done in their normal posts; in the usual military setting, military omegas are held with a high regard and are given better treatment than all other personnel, while being in the SF means volunteering for the harshest and most thankless jobs, so most people just don't choose this path at all. Therefore, Alejandro being the commander of an SF unit places him apart in both SFs in general and in the field of military omegas. His expertise in manipulating the battlefield and soldiers using his pheromones plus his very personal experience with commanding an SF unit as a mated pair with Rodolfo means that his knowledge is highly sought after and is referenced by militaries all around the globe. If you're a military omega, there's a 99% chance that the skill you're taught was devised and refined by Alejandro throughout the years because he was the one who wrote the book in the first place. So yeah. He's famous not only in Las Almas but all around the world. Alejandro himself is pretty humble about it because he isn't even sure why he got so famous in the first place, but it didn't stop Soap from fanboying over him when he first met Alejandro. Alejandro himself wasn't aware of it because he was so focused on the mission and it was immediately followed by the stress heat, but Rodolfo and Ghost definitely noticed. They think it's cute.

I think this is it! Some ideas I have about omega Alejandro that I can think of right now. There are more, of course, so feel free to ask about them if you want an elaboration or something more specific. Thank you again for giving me the opportunity to talk about him and hope you enjoy this list of hcs that spiraled out of control just like most of my writings :D

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