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kings-highway · 15 days

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haikyuu airport headcanons bc im in an airport. no particular order. shipping involved.

- Daichi has never missed a flight and somehow everyone manages to make fun of him for this. never forgets to pack anything. always finds his gate on time. "lmao loser," Suga says, missing 2 bags and lost as fuck across the airport. he will not make his flight.

- Hinata and Kageyama navigating an airport is nearly a crisis. They can never agree on the right way to go and especially during layovers will often end up outside of security. The first time they travel with Tsukki + Yama as a group it's like a goddamn miracle because they dont need to rush and everything goes smoothly.

- on that topic, Tsukki and Yamaguchi have travel down to a science. these bitches have checklists and schedules and just get in and out. Tsukki keeps the boarding passes and Yamaguchi counts the bags and they split snacks on the plane and just nail the whole affair

- Noya and Asahi are the most experienced travelers and have been to so many airports and you'd think this makes them good at airports and it does not

- Ushijima has never gotten through security without being searched.

- Oikawa likes airports an unreasonable amount. Bitch thrives in liminal spaces. "Lets go check out which stores are open," he says, as Iwaizumi begs him to let him sit down and nap during their layover

- Kenma has airport anxiety. "We're going to miss our flight. What if our gate changes?" What if there's a delay?" He does not like putting his schedule into the hands of an Airline. Rightfully so, he loses his luggage an obscene amount.

- Kageyama and Hinata fighting and causing a ruckus in the airport and security has to come over to talk to them

- Tendou and Ushijima are generally really prepared and on top of things, but they just seem to have the worst luck. They got stranded at an airport during a layover for like 14 hours and went through every stage of grief. It doesnt help that Ushijima is really practical and good at accepting circumstances ("I'll just sit here and wait") but Tendou is highly emotional ("I'm going to eat the next airline associate that tries to talk to me.")

- Daichi is often seen standing alone in airports. This is because no matter who he's traveling with, he's probably waiting for them to catch up.

- Aran thought he was a good and functional adult until he saw Kita's itinerary for their travel plans and how neurotic he was about making sure everything on time. Kita will pre-measure and weigh all luggage to know exactly whats going on. Looking at airport layouts days before to memorize what needs to be done.

- Atsumu and Osamu have never made a flight on time. The best they can hope for is sprinting across the airport at full-tilt. This is a common occurance.

- Oikawa makes friends wherever he goes so he doesnt mind long layovers, he'll just sit and chat with whoever is around to pass the time, but one time he did leave with a group to check out a store without saying anything and Iwaizumi was lost for 30 minutes

- Asahi has so much anxiety with airports. Too many people. Too many deadlines. Bad vibes. One time a guy in an airport gave him incorrect directions to a gate and he missed his flight and he has never recovered.

- Kuroo "Yeah we have tons of time" Tetsurou is a menace to airport staff and has never budgeted enough time.

- Tsukki is a master at packing efficiently and this is exclusively due to wanting to avoid others complaining. He can pull basically anything out of his carry-on to prevent whining on a 5 hour flight. Yamaguchi uses him like a vending machine.

- Daichi once got mistaken for an airline worker and ended up with a whole group of people he was helping find their gates

- Bokuto loves traveling and flying. He finds it so fun and exciting. This is probably why Akaashi hates traveling and flying.

- Suga secretly likes layovers because he secretly hates planes and cannot stand sitting still for that long. He always pretends it such a hassle to have to wait but its the best part of the travel day when he gets to buy himself a muffin and bother Daichi for entertainment.

- Ushijima, Daichi, Kenma, and Asahi are all team "No PDA in an Airport!!!!!" whereas Tendou, Suga, Kuroo and Noya are all team "We have 2 hours to kill let me make out with you!!!!"

- Yamaguchi has sooooooo many reward points. Tsukishima doesnt even know what he's doing to get them, he's just a master of good deals and specials.

- Mile High Club Members: Iwaoi, Bokuaka, Ushiten, and Asanoya

- Wannabe Mile High Club Members who cannot convince their boyfriends it'll be okay: Suga

- Wannabe Mile High Club Members that will NOT admit they think about it: Yamaguchi, Hinata, Kageyama, Aran

... well im boarding soon so thanks for reading ig

#i like airports tbh #haikyuu #haikyuu ships #haikyuu memes #daisuga #ushiten #iwaoi #tsukkiyama #kagehina #bokuaka #asanoya

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angryschnauzer · 3 months

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19th February 2024

An update.

Hubby has finished his radiotherapy. It seemed like a long 6 weeks, and its taken its toll on him with extreme fatigue. He was also on a mild dose of chemotherapy at the same time, that thankfully didn't come with any side affects such as nausea, but he was on anti sickness meds for that.

He'll now have about 4 weeks off all treatment to allow his body to recover and to try and regain some strength. But during those 4 weeks he'll have some tests and MRI's to see if the tumour is growing back.

Then from mid march he will have 6 rounds of strong chemotherapy, with one week on, three weeks off. This will be a much stronger dose so the nausea side affects may be considerably more than the small dose he had with his radiotherapy.

What we don't know is what the prognosis is. We don't know if he has 6 months, 18 months, 5 years, whatever. And now we aren't told either. They wont be pinned down to a 'you have x amount of months left' because its been found this is much more detrimental to patients mental health (and also their families) as if the patent passes away before then there is resentment that the prognosis was wrong, or if the patient lives longer there is also resentment as to 'why did we rush to do the bucket list' when i actually had more time.

This however is impacting my mental health. The uncertainty of what the future holds, and what plans i can make for the future. There are trips with our son's school that i've had to ask the school to make special exceptions for us with where we'd like a space reserved but can't commit to it. Same with any sort of commitment or plan for the future.

Hubby however is fairly relaxed about it all. I honestly think he thinks its going to be cured. He plans on going back to work from start of March, but working the equivalent of 1 day a week spread over 5 days, so around 2 hours a day. This would be working remotely from home, and i do support this as he needs something to concentrate on, but its hard to imagine what future life is going to be like. He can't drive for another 2.5 yrs (one year after his seizure, and then 2 after radiotherapy because it was on his brain), so he won't be able to commute into the office anyway by car, and he can't go via train as he can't carry a bag because of his reconstruction surgery on his shoulder.

Thankfully his employers have been wonderful about this, and we are covered for the bills financially as well but will have to tighten our belts with a lot of things. I'm still trying to work and keep my business going, but finding the time to do so is tough as i'm now basically a full time carer for two people; my son and my husband. (The government doesn't consider the work i do for them 'enough' to pay an allowance though').

So that's were we're at. We've had a lot of other shit thrown at us since the start of the year too, but its not as important as the situation with my husband so that's what i'll keep you updated on.

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retracexcviii · 11 months

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Chasseur Trinity Timeline

Hello there, I'm back with my timelines because I need everything to be in order XD

Since this time I didn't wrote a lot of things in the timeline, I will explain my points below (anyways, if after reading it you have some question, don't doubt and tell me):

First of all, we know that in present day Olivier is 27 y.o and Roland is 26 y.o thanks an old Omake (I don't have it rn, sorry).

1) Roland and Olivier met:

I don't know if they are around 8, 10, 12 or more so I used a big period of time in which they could have started meeting.

2) Roland and Olivier arrived Paris:

This is when they started they training as Chasseurs and we got some information:

Olivier hairstyle was different.

They were late teens or young adults here.

Roland was covered in bandages (for training or a mision).

Side note: importance of Roland's scars.

Roland's scars were what I used to organise the events between they met and when Astolfo lost his family:

As a kid, he didn't have any scar so we know this is something he got as a Chasseur.

(image from 46.5 of Roland covered in bandages)

When he started training he was covered in bandages so we can't tell if he got his scars here or not. But anyways, this is the nearest event to him and Olivier meeting because it's when they started the training XD

(image of Roland and Misha in memoire 47. Roland has right arm broken and is fully covered in bandages again)

When he met Misha after a nearly death experience, Roland was totally covered again + and eye patch (here is when I think he got the injuries that become his scars).

This event can be near to when they started training, but it can't be near the time Astolfo met Roland because in that moment Roland and Olivier were full recovered.

+ I don't think this happened after rescuing Astolfo because basically, taking care of Astolfo became 24/7 Roland's job.

And finally here we are able to see his scars. It's near to when they rescued Astolfo so that's other point to think he got all of that before Roland and Astolfo met.

(imagine is yellow) 3) When Olivier planned to leave the Chasseurs a.k.a. When Roland met Misha:

Back to the timeline, as I explained with Roland's scars, this has to be before rescuing Astolfo.

And again, this event can be near to when they started training, but it can't be near to when they rescued Astolfo because both Roland and Olivier had their arms broken. And depending what it's broken you need around 2 months or more to use it normally again (maybe the Chasseurs have drugs to make it shorter, but I will ignore that).

4) Olivier and Astolfo met:

We can't really know if this was the first time they see each other or even if this 2 panels are from the same day, but there are 2 important things to note:

Olivier wasn't a Paladin yet.

Astolfo already know the vampire.

5) The doomed day:

Between the previous event to this one there shouldn't be much time and, since Astolfo wears the exact same suit, I could even tell it was that same night. But kids can use the same clothes in different days so it can be more time between these events.

Side note 2: UwU I killed.

Since Astolfo wasn't a Paladin here and he is really similar to the present day, I think this happened around a year ago because Astolfo became Paladin at 15 and he is still 15 y.o.

6) Present day:

It's still 1888 because Astolfo's birthday is 6th January (basically, first day of 1889) and since he still 15, they are probably at the end of 1888.

Here both Roland and Astolfo are Paladins, but Astolfo ascended time before Roland.

And that's all, thanks for reading my mucho texto.

#vanitas no carte #vnc #the case study of vanitas #timeline #spoilers #roland fortis #astolfo granatum #olivier obsidian #sorry for the lack of images #they said you can update 20 images now instead of 10 #they lied #>:[

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that1emowitch · 4 months

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Villain - Chapter 6: Arkham Knight

Chapter links: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch.3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch.6

Summary:

Jason escapes Arkham on his own and starts planning out his villain arc.

A/N

Guys just so you know, Jason in this timeline is actually Red Hood, but I'm just using the persona of Arkham Knight as Jay's villain self. He's not gonna do the things AK!Jason did.

Pov of Jason Todd, about a few hours after the last chapter.

I don’t want to go to lunch. Some part of me just wants to let me starve. If I’m going to die again, I’d rather it be on my terms than because the Rogue Gallery beat me to death. But the guards drag me there anyway.

A more rational side of me knows lunch is my best chance to escape.

Not that I have much of a chance anyway. Even with my enhanced healing from the Pit, it’d take me at least a few days of rest to completely recover.

Good thing I don’t have to completely recover for my plan to work.

When the guards force me onto a seat in the canteen and shove a plate of slop in front of me, I take a look around. As expected, all the Rogues coming in are looking at me, but they’re still being escorted by their guards. Right now, they can’t really harm me much.

This is my chance.

I suddenly throw my elbows back, catching both my escort guards in their groins, and quickly snatch a gun and card. A few bullets shoot towards me, but I dodge and make for the doorway. There are a huge number of guards coming after me, with reinforcements on the way, but the two dozen or so guards escorting other inmates, according to standard procedure, are stuck bringing their charges back to their cells so they don’t try to escape either. I can sense another fight going on, between Bane and the guards, but I pay it no mind.

Instead, I make my way out of the door, straight to the locker room where I’m certain all my equiptment’s locked up. I’m running purely on adrenaline, ignoring my legs screaming in agony. I shoot every damn person in my way, making full use of my League training, until I find myself in the locker room. I barricade the door behind me, making sure no one can follow.

The alarms blaring are now being accompanied by the sound of the whole place being locked down, but it’s nothing a few bombs couldn’t solve.

I find my equipment soon enough and quickly suit up. As I pull on my jacket and helmet, I suddenly feel much less claustrophobic, like the familiarity of the suit is granting me safety.

Obviously, they don’t just leave bombs lying around in Arkham, but they haven’t found those hidden in my helmet. My trusty guns are gone, I’ll have to make do without them.

It takes me less than a second to blow up the wall. I feel the fresh, cool air, and immediately start running in the direction of the wall surrounding the prison. For some reason, there aren’t as many guards around me as I expected. That’s when I see huge plants breaking away at a wall in the distance, with an armada of guards fighting them, but I don’t wait around to find out what’s going on.

What happens next feels like a blur— like I’m relying completely on my instincts to get me to safety. I’m vaguely aware of killing a few guards, blowing up another wall, stealing a car, driving to my safe house, then collapsing on the floor.

When I wake up I’m lying in a dried pool of my own blood. Seeing that jerks me awake instantly. My wounds mostly seem to have healed, but I can see a bullet wound I’ll have to reopen to dig the bullet out.

Fuck.

The memories come back to me in a wave— Batman putting me in Arkham, the Rogues, the J— NO!

I lean against a nearby chair, pulling myself up and shaking the thoughts ut of my head.

First things first. I need to clean up. This is a fucking mess. And I need to know the date.

I check my phone— I’ve been unconscious for 2 days. That’s two days wasted. Quietly scolding myself, I move to clean up the area, getting it done in a matter of minutes.

My stomach’s growling, but my thoughts are elsewhere— the Batman. Bruce. The man who pretended to be my father, then replaced me the moment I was gone, didn’t even bother to avenge me. When I came back he pretended to love me again, just to throw me out the moment I broke his precious rule. Him and his little nest of birds. All fakers.

I slam my fist down on the counter, making a slight dent. I hate them.

I need a plan, I decide. The last time I did this, I made Bruce choose between me and the Joker. He chose the fucking Joker over me! That should’ve been my sign to get far, far away from this shitshow.

“You’re not leaving Gotham,” I whisper to myself. “There’s too many people here who need the Red Hood— the kids , Jason, think about the kids! ”

A snort escapes me as I realise I’m talking to myself. I really have gone crazy, haven’t I?

“You need your revenge,” I continue anyway. Talking out loud, for some reason, makes me feel less alone . “Something to make sure the Bats never haunt you again.”

There’s only one sureshot way to guarantee that, but another voice, deep in my mind whispers, No! We’re not killing them.

For some reason, I agree. But there are other ideas I have. I pull out a notebook from one of my hidden drawers and start scribbling down a name: Arkham Knight.

Arkham’s what started this phase in my life, it should get some credit.

Maybe Batsy will finally get a villain worthy of him.

#ao3 fanfic #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #tim drake #jayroy #roy harper #batfam #batman #fanfic

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thededebean · 1 year

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His perspective.

It was just as busy as every evening on the subway. All the professionals are getting on and off the train at 5:00 p.m like me.

Most of the men are in their business casual attire, others are smartly dressed in suits and ties. Though definitely outnumbered, there are women leaving work at these hours as well. In order to fit into the 9 to 5 lifestyle downtown everyone has to look their best. I don't fancy myself as a fashion icon but I pay a good tailor to sharply customize my suits. Today is a suit jacket and button up with looser fitting dark slacks.

I hop on the train and find a post to hold on to since all of the seats are taken. I typically zone out after a hard day's work making sales and pushing paper. Corporate stuff.

Luckily there is air conditioning because on this hot summer day even underground, it can get extremely warm with all the people bumping up against each other.

I'm all the way at the end of the Green line so it'll take me about 45 minutes, the perfect amount of time to disassociate.

I let my mind drift thinking about a date I have planned for the weekend. It's always in the air how these things turn out. When I date I date for love and marriage. Though it's been awhile since I've had fun after breaking up with my ex. I reckon I could blow off a bit of steam.

As the train rumbles along, I find myself inhaling an intoxicating lavender.... Or maybe vanilla perfume in my daze. I have the urge to adjust myself, So I do. As I reach down my hand glides against the bottom of the person in front of me. I noticed that my cock has become stiff as I become more aware of my surroundings snapping back to reality.

I look down and notice the back of a blonde woman's head, not much shorter than I.

Realizing this is the person's ass I just grazed against, I lean down to apologize.

She looks back at me smiles and then continues looking forward.

Suddenly the train jolts as we go around a corner, and the blonde in front of me is forced crashing into my body with hers. I could feel our body heat mingle with sparks.

Looking around to see if anybody was in the same predicament, I noted that everyone else had recovered their positions from the jolt. But yet the blonde still kept her body pressed to mine.

I became hyper aware of our body's position over the next several minutes. The train was crammed, but this somehow felt more than circumstantial the way our bodies were pushing into each other.

I was holding the overhead bar but there was no place for the woman to hold on to so I felt like I needed to provide her stability.

I felt her hand grab onto my thigh while she faced forward. She wasn't pushing me backwards away from her. Every time we jostled her fingertips grabbed my body a little tighter.

Looking over her shoulder I found myself being able to see directly down her white button up blouse. Her cleavage didn't fully fill her cups. In each of them I could tell her body was aroused based on their perkiness. Her nipples were pushing through the fabric straight ahead.

Painfully aware my cock had been pressed against her bottom, I pushed my hips into her slightly to assure there is no extra space between us. She continued kneading my thigh and began to push back harder into my hips.

I glanced around at the still full train, No one seemed any wiser that we were occupied with each other.

The motion of the train was hiding or slick body movements cleverly.

At the next train stop in the shuffle of people getting on and off. She turned around to face me and we made eye contact quickly before she blushed and looked away.

She was now pushing her thinly clothed chest into mine. Her hand grasped my belt buckle as the train continued. Surely this would give her better balance. I stepped one foot around her stance to better support her as well. My cock, I could feel was leaking precum and my tummy was tightening with her fingertips grazing the inside of my pants. Every turn and bump she slid more hand inside.

Looking straight ahead my eyes became flittery for a second before reminding myself of composure.

Any second now the blonde could close the gap and have her hand play with me. This was driving me mad. This was so naughty and no one was the wiser around us. She was teasing me in a way I hadn't ever been. I was practically begging for her to touch my cock without saying a word. My hips instinctively started to rock and just as another big jolt happened she lost balance and I grabbed her hips to push her harder into me.

I slowly started to pull up her skirts so my leg could go in between hers now. The further her skirt went up the further her fingers went into my pants. She finally glazed the tip with her soft fingers and teased my cock head. Coating her hand with my pre-fun juice.

Her hips widened and she started to slowly grind on my leg. I bent my knee slightly so she could get a better angle for herself.

She kept her own pace and I could hear her breathing heavier with the friction. She lifted her hand out of my pants and licked her fingers like she had just taken her hands out of a potato chip bag. For all anybody knew that's what she was doing. Rummaging for spuds.

At the next stop, I once again turned her around to face away from me by grabbing her hips and twirling her.

She reached in between us and unzipped her pencil skirt part way down. It was my turn to get touchy inside her clothes.

I quickly moved my hand down the back of her skirt, untucking her thong from her crease. The further my hand went down the more bent forward she became.

I could have tried to straighten out her posture, but by this time I noticed a couple of tall men surrounding us.

I made eye contact with each of them who seemed to hungrily obliged to our goings on. I caught the man directly facing us in front of the blonde gaping down at her chest from his angle.

They were creating a sort of shield around us. I never performed in front of a group before, but this felt protected and mutually beneficial somehow.

I slid my fingers past her asshole and in between her lips. The trains rocking helping my quest to tease her like she did to me.

With her bent forward I was not providing much stability. She grabbed onto the waistbands of two of the gentleman to her sides. No doubt grazing the inside of their pants as well. She started off so shy with me and now held the attention of a blockade of six men.

As I continued to work my digital magic, never piercing her hole, one of the men snarled at me and motioned a thrust in my direction. I glanced around at the rest of the train, unzipped my zipper, pulled out my glistening rod from the hole and positioned myself to her entrance. I let the nature of the train take its course to assist with my penetration.

She was absolutely gushing as I filled her hole. The little slut. Her face was pushing into one of the men. She reached and unzipped his fly, springing his cock into her face. It took her no time to fill her mouth with his member. Just like that, an after work spit roast amongst strangers.

Both of us took turns thrusting into her. And the men on both sides started to use their hands to massage her. One reached underneath her hips and it other into her shirt from what I could see.

I felt her tremble and explode at least three times over the next several minutes.

I quickened my pace as I was getting closer to coming. She was deep throating the man in front, and started to choke as I went faster.

Short quick thrusts deep into her was all I could give and I exploded inside of her on the final thrust.

As we approached my final stop, I pulled out of her. And gave her my pocket square just as I was hopping off the train. As the door closed I noticed another man moving into my position. The train continues on the track back the way we came from. And I wonder...

Did she purposely miss her stop so I could fuck her?

#story

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donniesexceptionalmind · 11 months

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hi. i’m really sorry i made you and mikey upset, that was not my intention. i didn’t know that i was allowed to stim for more than like, a minute? it’s shocking to hear that i can do it for a long time, and have that not labeled as wrong, or excessive. is it really ok to need more than a couple hours to recover from social things? usually when my mom plans things, she plans them back to back, within days of each other. i take a couple hours to recharge, and then mom lets me know we are going somewhere else now.

my mom has told me that i use my autism as an excuse, and wouldn’t taking that much time for myself be proving her right? especially since she says i don’t interact with/make new friends enough. to answer the hypothetical- i would not want you to suppress yourself at all. i feel like it’s different when it’s me doing it though.

i’m scared she would think i was overreacting if i told her how much i really struggle. how can i be a successful person if i can’t even get up by myself sometimes? if i can’t speak, or move sometimes? she just wants me to have a good education, and be able to live by myself. i’m not sure i could live by myself successfully. i don’t think i can drive either, but isn’t that something i should be able to do? and i overreact when i’m not informed of schedule changes, or when my mom forgets to tell me things, even when reminded.

isn’t it kind of dumb of me to not be able to handle simple things like that? i feel like it would be so lazy of me, to waste time stimming as much as my body wants, or to recover at a slower pace. my mother’s love isn’t conditional, she would just look at me differently. she’d look at me as if i am not smart and capable, but i am! i don’t want her to treat me like i’m 5 years old again. it feels like i can have one or the other, but not both. i can either be autistic and struggling with it, or i can be autistic, but still do everything just like someone without it, and have a good and fulfilling life.

is it not bad to be incapable of doing simple things by myself? shouldn’t i be able to do them? shouldn’t i be able to socialize, without losing the ability to speak, and interact after a while? shouldn’t i be able to adapt to change better? right now i can barely handle when people move my things, or when a trip is sprung on me with no prior notice. i have to do everything a specific way, and with number related things, it must be odd numbers.

i also have to make things even. for example, if i stepped on a crack in the sidewalk with my left foot, i have to step on the same crack, in exactly the same way, with my right foot. i check that i’ve locked and turned things off several times, even when i already know it’s been done.

i’m scared of the way she looks at me, when i’m more open about things. i’m scared of what would happen, if someone with medical knowledge told her that i wouldn’t ever fully stop the things i do. i’m scared she would get me a babysitter, even though i can do some things by myself.

even though i’m smart. i promise i really am smart. i have trouble understanding things sometimes, but i swear i can be smart at a full adult level. it just takes me a little longer sometimes. i can do math, and reading, and science, i promise. and i promise i’m not doing the things i struggle with on purpose, it just comes out, regardless of if i want it to or not.

i’m sorry i stressed you with my last message. after this one i promise not to complain anymore. i’d just like one last bit of input. please?-G

Don't you dare apologise!

We were both grateful that you reached out to me. I was surprised that I was lucky to be the person you felt comfortable enough to open up to. I'm usually not the person someone comes to for comfort. It... makes me feel worthy. Thank you.

I will always be there to listen.

And our precious Dr. Feelings, aka Mikey, too.

1. It is absolutely okay to need time to recharge! For autistic people, it's vitally important to have that time, regardless of how long it is. I do get frustrated when it takes a lot from my day. There is so much I want to do! Sometimes, it feels unfair to see all the allistic people to be able to do "their" things & I need to sleep for 12 hours or stim for a long time to calm down. But that's just how my brain works. That is me. And that is fine & okay. I need to accept that. And to be honest: spending time stimming & with my special interest brings me so much joy! That is something allistic people don't experience!

2. No, you don't use your autism as an excuse. It's an explanation for your struggles. And I don't have many people I call friends either, so ? I don't want many friends since relationships are hard for me to keep (at least when those friends aren't neurodivergent). I don't even understand WHEN you call someone a friend! Relationships are difficult & exhausting, despite being nice & all.

Your mother projects her wishes onto you, which is understandable but not right. You are not her. You are you.

If you don't want me to suppress my autism, then you shouldn't either. It's NO DIFFERENT. ;)

3. It's understandable that your mother wants the best in life for you. That's what parents should want. Yet, you are autistic & you are different. You don't need to live up to those neurotypical standards/ societal expectations. That is something your mother has to learn. Do you want that? What do you want for yourself? When you DON'T think about your mother's wants?

I know Splinter wasn't very nice about my differences in the beginning as well. He didn't know how to properly care for me, but he learned with time. Same with Leo & Mikey. He educated himself for the sake of us. That's what your mother should do, too. With the correct resources, of course. There are tons of ableist resources...

4. It's not dumb to be incapable of certain things. Autism is a disability in our society, after all. It is not bad, though. Diversity is great.

You can be autistic, struggle & live a fulfilling life. Someone who is invalidating this is just an ableist & we don't need them in our lives!

5. I relate so damn much, G. I really do. The only advice I can give you is to learn to accept yourself. We will never be like non-autistic people & that's fine! That's great! You are amazing. I am sure we would have a great time hanging out. I mean that 100%. I know you don't want to reveal yourself to me & that's okay, but if you EVER need someone, you can message me.

6. You are smart & your autism doesn't change that. You have your own unique strengths! Work on them! Someone who dismisses that & treats you like a child is ableist. Have you seen me ? I am incredibly smart, I would believe, but then... I need a lot of time for other things that come to others SO EASILY. You are not alone, G.

And one last thing before I end my speech: Never stop reaching out to me.

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zeebearx · 7 months

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off hiatus, stressed

hello yall. so this is gonna be a word vomit/explanation as to where the hell i've been for the past over one week. so yes i am gonna be adding a read more :>

TL;DR - i was sick and schoolwork is committing war crimes against me. needed some time to recover so hiatus was longer than i planned. yes i will finish that comission by oct 8th

so yeah, i had covid, got an appointment, essentially i'm fine now so no worries about that. however i AM a full-time student and i've had to play catch up in more than one class due to me missing them. can you belive i'm still behind? yes we can indeed thank our favorite bitches: procrastination, as well as that one professor who gives 5 damn assignments every week (bless her soul... halfway, at least).

i was so busy and overwhelmed last week. actually i hadn't touched my game until this monday and i'll be honest. wasn't working on any comissions, just making sims for the fun of it.

point is, my hiatus went on longer than usual. i'll start getting back into the swing of things and begin queuing up some posts. and yes i will start working on comissions again. i wasn't gonna log back onto tumblr until i finished the one i got before i got sick, but y'all dont deserve that. i'm gonna push myself to finish it before october 8th.

okay, i'm on lunch break right now and i am starving so ima end it here. i really do appreciate all of you guys and i'm sorry for not giving updates sooner. </3 have a wonderful day, luvs

#sims 4 #sims request #are open #new simblr #yes i am back #idk what to tag this ima be honest #I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYYY #Spotify

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littlemissaddict · 1 year

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Can I request a fluffy Eddie x Chrissy long fic where they celebrate their daughter’s 1st Birthday?

I'm sorry this took so long to write (long enough for you to send it through twice oops) but it's done finally so I hope you like it.

Word Count: 1804

Chrissy really shouldn't have been as surprised as she was when she left the bedroom after putting Blair, their almost one year old down to sleep for the night, to find Eddie in the midst of decorating the living area of the trailer for said almost one year olds birthday tomorrow. Before she was born, Eddie had made it clear that he planned to give their daughter everything that he had missed out on as a child, well up until he came to live with Wayne that is, although by then he was in his early teens and adamant that he didn't need all the fuss for his birthday.

"Eddie, honey are you sure this isn't too overboard? I mean she's only one, she probably doesn't even realise what her birthday means just yet" Chrissy enquiries. She doesn't mean to put a downer on his plans but she's trying to remain practical and she knows Eddie, every year he'll try and make her birthday better than the last.

Hearing her voice, he looks up from the banner he was untangling. His big, soft brown eyes wandering over to her, still filled with so much love for her even after all these years and the rocky start to their relationship, love that is only matched by the love for their daughter. "But it's her first birthday, it's a big day" he pouts as if that is all the explanation he needs to give to explain his desire to decorate like he is.

"I know Eddie, all I'm asking is do you think we need 5 birthday banners, the thousands of streamers and god knows how many balloons you've got tucked away in that bag" she laughs softly, reaching out to pull the bag closer to her to have a peak and see how many balloons and whatever else he's got tucked away. She only laughs more when he swats her hands away from the bag with an indignant 'hey' and follows it by pulling the bag closer to him and out of her reach.

"I haven't got thousands of streamers," he huffs, even though he does see where she's coming from even if he doesn't fully agree with the sentiment. Eddie had always gone overboard on things that mattered to him, always standing by the sentiment that if it was worth doing then it was worth overdoing and he wasn't about to stop now, not when it was for his baby girl. "And for your information I've only got three packets of balloons hidden away" he smirks, pulling the packets out to show her.

Chrissy doesn't miss the 'twenty balloons' written on the front of each packet and she sighs in defeat as she flops down on the floor opposite him and takes a packet of balloons from his hands. "You know it's a good job you're full of hot air, should make this easy for you" she teases, pulling a balloon from the bag as Eddie chokes in surprise at her words.

"Yeah well you get to put your blowing skills to good use" he shoots back when he finally recovers, following his words with a wink as she shakes her head at him.

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The following morning she's woken up by high pitched squealing and giggling coming from beside her in the bed. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside tells her that it's just before 8am and it's a surprise to her that Eddie's willingly awake this early considering it's usually touching ten o'clock before he rolls out of bed if he has the chance. Rolling over she finds Eddie sitting up, leaning back against the headboard with his mini me perched on his lap giggling away as his hands wiggle against her sides as he tickles her. She notices the look of pure joy in her baby’s eyes and she can’t help but think that this isn’t such a bad way to wake up.

The movement of the bed seems to catch Eddie’s attention and he looks down at her, an even bigger smile lighting up his face when he sees that she’s awake before he turns back to the small girl in his lap. “Look baby, Mummy’s awake” he coos and she watches as the small girl whips her head around, her curls bouncing as she does so, looking as if she’s just realised that Chrissy is there.

“Mummy” she squeals, clumsily clambering off of Eddie’s lap and he winces as a pair of tiny elbows hit him in the ribs and tiny feet kick his thighs.

Chrissy can’t help the sleepy laugh that bubbles out of her as her baby practically launches herself at her, she wraps her arms securely around her tiny body as she pulls her to lay on top of her. A warm feeling fills her as Blair snuggles into her and she glances over at Eddie half expecting him to be inspecting the impact sites from tiny limbs but instead she finds him watching the two of them, his girls, with a fond smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday baby” she smiles, turning her attention back to the now wriggling girl in her arms as she babbles away in her own mixture of baby talk and intelligible words. “Is that so?” Chrissy smiles conspiratory as the baby talk ceases, “Well I sure hope you told daddy” she giggles as the baby talk resumes as Blair makes grabby hands for Eddie at the mention of her dad and Eddie happily takes her from Chrissy to give her space to get up.

“You hungry princess?” Eddie asks, chuckling as the baby babble becomes more energetic, “I’ll take that as a yes, how do pancakes sound? Yeah? Sweetheart?” He turns to Chrissy who breathes out a ‘sounds good’ and that’s all he needs before he’s rolling out of bed with Blair somehow sitting on his shoulders. She would worry but Blair’s excited squeal and giggles are all the reassurance she needs that she’s okay although it doesn’t stop her from following closely behind the pair to just to be doubly sure, well that and she doesn’t want to miss Blair’s reaction to the thirty or so balloons that they had blown up before calling it quits.

She hears the gasp, followed by “Daddy, Mommy look” as they come to a stop, her tiny hands gripping tight hold to Eddie’s hair and pulling it in her excitement and Chrissy doesn’t miss the way he winces at that.

“Happy Birthday princess” Eddie beams, untangling her hands from his hair and sighs in relief as he lifts her off his shoulders, “you wanna go see while Daddy makes breakfast” he asks and Blair nods excitedly, already trying to wriggle her way out of his arms. Once she’s safely on the floor the two of them watch as she wades into the sea of balloons covering the floor, her chubby little legs kicking them about much to her amusement. Amusement that lasts just about as long as it takes Eddie to make the pancakes, by then she’s itching for something else to do but luckily the food is enough of a distraction for her and like expected he’s gone overboard but Chrissy can’t find it in herself to care about it or about the mess that it’s sure to make because the happiness it brings them is more than worth it.

“A special breakfast for the birthday girl” he smiles as he presents two pancakes, cut up into small bite size pieces for her, drizzled in sticky syrup and accompanied by a swirl of whipped cream covered in sprinkles. Chrissy moves to help her as she usually does, the plastic baby fork in her hand ready but Blair seems to have other ideas as her pudgy hands go straight for the whipped cream and all she and Eddie can do is watch as it goes all over.

Chrissy sighs before turning to Eddie who was in the midst of accidentally spilling the syrup, “Just like her father” she says with a teasing smile as he looks back at her with wide eyes at the fact he’s been caught.

“But beautiful like her mother” he counters with a cheesy smile before he reaches for a cloth in an attempt to clean up the spillage.

Wayne turns up just as she’s finished opening her presents and he takes one look at the floor littered with balloons and torn wrapping paper and shakes his head but there's a smile on his face that can’t be missed. Blair clocks him as soon as he walks through the door, running towards him as fast as her tiny legs will take her and leaving a wave of balloons behind her. “There she is m’favourite girl” he drawls, bending down so that he can scoop her up in a hug and then groaning as he straightens up with her in his arms.

“You're getting old Wayne” Eddie teases his uncle with a laugh.

“Maybe but give it a few years boy and you’ll see” he shoots back, used to Eddie’s teasing after all these years. Blair on the other hand, isn’t happy that he has taken Wayne’s attention from her and makes it known with her unhappy babbles, “I know sweet girl but grandpa’s got a gift for you” he smiles, his free hand lifting to show her the rather large, brightly coloured gift bag that have her eyes widening and her mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape as she makes grabby hands for it.

He sets her down on the floor, opting to take a seat on the couch himself rather than joining her on the floor, maybe if he was younger he tells himself as he sets the bag down within arms reach of Blair who is quick to reach for it. She knocks it over in the process and Eddie prays that whatever it is isn’t breakable but then again it’s a gift for a one year old why would it be breakable. Chrissy joins Blair in the floor giving her a helping hand at pulling whatever it is out of the bag and the almost glass shattering squeal she makes when she finally sees her present makes them all wince.

“What is it princess?” Eddie asks, now joining the group as he smiles down at Blair who is clutching a teddy bear in her grasp that is almost, if not bigger than she is. “Wow look at that, what do you say to grandpa baby?” he encourages when she holds the bear out proudly towards him, showing off her new toy.

“Tank you” she grins adorably up at Wayne.

“Ant time sweet girl” he nods as she goes back to the teddy, babbling away to it as the three of them watch fondly.

#eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer #request #borhapgirlforlife19

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clockworksteel · 4 months

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End of the year evaluation/new goals

Well, it's the end of the year again. Honestly, it's been a rough one. There was work stress associated with being trained on a software framework that was new to me (React) in a language I've done little in (Javascript), there was a Return to Office policy at work, and my housemate's health issues resulted in a number of emergency trips, some of which required either pickup or dropoff at 1 AM. Much vacation time was burned either recovering or actually making trips to doctors and the ER. Plus there were all the things that I already mentioned happened in January like needing to maintain my water heater and get a warranty repair done on a recliner.

Still, despite the quality of the year, some progress was made on some things. Looking at last year's post on goals there were 5 things I mentioned, although one was just "Skincare?". To briefly summarize, the others were:

Continue considering gender

Learn to cook

Add physical therapy exercises to my exercise

Improve my Youtube audio

In terms of gender stuff, this the year I first tried on a dress (no image in that post, and also I now own two), and also the year I started getting permanent hair removal done (although electrolysis is a slow process and in 4 months of sessions we're still just on the lower part of the neck). I've also had a number of dreams in which I'm transfem which is interesting. They seem to come in bursts. I had 3 in the first two weeks of this month, actually. I haven't made as much progress as I'd like, but this certainly wasn't neglected, despite never feeling like I reclaimed the spirit of possibility like I had near the end of 2022.

As far as cooking, we actually did Hello Fresh for the full duration of a discout code, with me being the primary thing-doer once a week. I certainly relied a lot on my housemate's expertise even though the days were theoretically "mine", but I feel like even just practicing some knife skills was valuable for cooking confidence. Plus I cooked chicken without poisoning anyone. There are currently plans for me to continue cooking on Saturdays (as in actually cooking at least one thing: I also handle the Friday and Sunday meals but it's all frozen stuff). Since my housemate is on a lower sodium diet (probably good for me too), actually cooking things sort of has to be a habit for at least some of the days.

Regarding exercise, this is probably the one area I got worse. I am at least making sure to do some of my old physical therapy exercises just enough that it feels like my shoulder isn't getting worse, but the entire rest of my exercise routine dropped off. It's been an exhausting year, and the way the electrolysis appointments routinely wipe out a few hours every Saturday isn't helping with finding time for things.

On the subject of my Youtube videos' audio I didn't do much, but it wasn't that much of a problem. I think my volume levels between the game sound and the microphone sound have been generally better balanced this year than in the past. That's pretty much all I wanted.

For skincare… well, I do more than last year, but don't have much of a routine. An area that could be improved but honestly I just don't think I care that much and this will not be a goal for next year.

Besides the goals I wrote out last year, some other accomplishments of varying sizes: -Actually got my heating system inspected like I should have been doing routinely -Fixed the slow-draining issue in the shower drain -Got back into Challenge Enthusiasts and earned a little over 200 challenge points, putting me not only in the C ranking but well on my way to B -Beat New Game Plus 100 in Rogue Legacy 2 as well as earned a gold trophy in its True Rogue mode

For next year, let's call these the goals:

Have some sort of exercise habit again, ideally with at least one cardio day and at least one physical therapy stuff day

Take care of at least one longstanding thing in the house: the porch needs painted, the attic could use some blinds to keep the sun out in the summer (probably more effective than insulating, and I already bought the blinds), and the back door could use a new auto-closer (again, already bought)

Clear the stacks of papers from my desk without simply increasing the amount of papers in my room (that is, things should be filed in the cabinet or disposed of)

Make some more progress on gender stuff, like try a couple more new things or at least spend some time seriously considering things

Earn at least 100 more Challenge Enthusiasts points

Finish Factorio and at least one other game that I haven't played in over 4 months

A longer numbered list than last year but two of them are "play video games" goals. It's more like both this list and last year's had a length of 4.

At any rate, hopefully we all have better luck next year.

#clockwork-gender #clockworkGoals

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fentrashcat · 9 months

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Mini update on the plush/health-

I had a pretty major tic attack last week and spent like 5 days recovering from that, sleeping 12-14hrs a day and managing pain, but I'm finally getting back to where I should be 😅

So I'm working on the pattern for the first time since I posted Pebl, and thought I might show some differences. I'm freehanding rn as I'm at work, but I can still explain in words lol.

I'm actually breaking this one into more pieces, partly for design, partly bc I don't have large enough cardboard.

So here is my mock ups on paper of Pebl and try two, as well as a comparison of Pebl's pattern to what I have so far of try 2. I might have a full pattern by the end of the day if I'm lucky, in which case I'll post again with a full pattern comparison before I sew. Which since I hand sew will probably take me a few days 😅😊

For reference, a solid line is an edge, a dotted line is a reference to where something else ends. I also got lazy on Pebl and didn't put in her foot pads and weights like I planned, and since the accessories are seperate I'll test those when I settle on a size.

For try 2, I'm separating the neck from the sides, as well as the neck and the chin. I'm making the head insert longer, and changing the shape. Instead of a kite shape that narrows at both ends, it will only narrow towards the back of the head in a less dramatic slope.

It can't really be seen in the mock ups, but Pebl's tummy is the same width as her sides, and all of her legs end roughly 2 inches from her spine in an effort to make moving on all 4 sets feasible. For try 2, I plan to make the tummy more narrow than the sides, maybe 2/3s or 3/4s of the size? I like the idea I did with the legs, considering what Blep is based on, but they definitely need to be longer over all.

Pebl's tail also got an insert much longer than I planned in the mock up, resulting in her tail not tapering the way I wanted. Try 2 will either have less of a tail insert, or it will have a more dramatic slope.

Please ignore my awful handwriting, I didn't really plan on sharing these, but I love seeing how artists go through the steps of creation and their trial and error phases, so I thought it might be neat to share mine 😊

#trashcatsews

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nerdythebard · 3 years

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#27: Athena, Goddess of Wisdom

She had to make her appearance eventually, Gods and Goddesses.

Athena is probably one of the most famous deities. Daughter of Zeus, born despite his schemes, ready to defend the people and Olympus. Contrary to Ares's bloodshed, she represents strategy, military wisdom and careful planning. Spoiler alert: we're not making her a Battle Master ;)

Next Time: HAVE YOU EVER HEARD THE JAGUAR CRY TO THE BLUE CORN MOON!?

Let's see what we need for the SMITE version of Athena to appear in our D&D game:

Ultimate Defender: Even bigger protector than Artio, Athena is a Guardian with High Crowd Control and High Defence.

Reach for the Sky: Athena uses long-reach attacks and her Ultimate allows her to appear by her companion's side for some extra protection.

You and what Army: Athena can summon the Defenders of Olympus to form a shield wall around her, as well as taunt and goad enemies into fighting her.

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I know I've done this before many-a-times, but I really have no choice here. Athena is a guardian, she has the divine blood of Zeus in her veins... I have to make her a Protector Aasimar. We get a +2 Charisma and +1 Wisdom, 60 feet of Darkvision, resistance to necrotic and radiant damage, ability to speak Common and Celestial, the Light cantrip, and Healing Hands, which lets us recover Hit Points equal to our level once per long rest.

We're going to take the City Watch background, which gives us proficiencies in Athletics and Insight, two languages of our choice, but we're actually going to customize it and replace the Watcher's Eye feature with Legal Authority from the Inquisitor background. This allows us to become a representative of the law, pass judgments and sometimes even carry out the sentence. Basically, we can now tell those who attempt to invade Olympus

ABILITY SCORES

Strength will be first, our weapon is a spear and those are not labelled as finesse. Next is Constitution, we need to be able to take hits. Follow that up with Wisdom, it's kinda our thing, especially when it comes to strategy.

Charisma will be next, it's important for a good leader (and a proud crafter). Dexterity is a bit lower than I would like it to be, but in SMITE Athena is not the quick-and-nimble type. Finally, we're dumping Intelligence. We really need other abilities more, plus it wasn't a smart decision to punish Arachne for winning a competition.

CLASS

Once again, I'm putting a small twist on the prediction and I think this is the first time on the blog we're doing this.

Level 1 - Paladin: We start with the divine warrior. Paladins get a d10 Hit Dice, [10 + Constitution modifier] initial Hit Points, proficiencies with light armour, medium armour, heavy armour, shields, simple weapons, and martial weapons. In the artwork, we see that Athena is not turtled-up in armour, so giving her a half-plate in addition to a spear and a shield seems like a good option. Our saving throws are Wisdom and Charisma, and we get to choose two class skills (Intimidation and Persuasion).

We start by getting Divine Sense, which informs us of any celestial, fiends, or undead within 60 feet of us. We know the type, but not what the creature actually is.

Lay on Hands is similar to our racial ability, Healing Hands. We have a pool of healing energy, equal to [our Paladin level x5] which restores itself at each long rest. As an action, we can touch a creature and restore its Hit Points by whatever points we have left in the pool. Alternatively, we can spend 5 points to remove one disease or poison from the target.

Level 2 - Paladin: We get Divine Smite. Whenever we hit a creature with a melee weapon attack, we can burn a spell slot to add extra 2d8 radiant damage (+1d8 for each spell slot above 1st-level to a maximum of 5d8). Damage increases by 1d8 if the enemy is a fiend or an undead.

We also get to pick a Fighting Style. To fulfil Athena's role as a guardian, we're once again going to pick Interception. Whenever a creature within 5 feet of us is hit by an attack, we can use our reaction to reduce the damage by [1d10 + our proficiency bonus]. We must be wielding a shield or a simple/martial weapon.

Paladins also get Spellcasting. Charisma is our casting ability, and we do not learn cantrips or rituals. Paladins have access to their full spell list and can each day prepare [Charisma modifier + half of Paladin level rounded down] spells. We start with two 1st-level spell slots:

Divine Favour bathes us in divine light and power, allowing our weapon attacks to deal extra 1d4 radiant damage for 1 minute (concentration).

Heroism increases your allies' morale. Until the spell ends (1 minute, concentration), one willing creature we touch is immune to being frightened and gain Temporary Hit Points equal to our casting ability modifier at the start of each turn.

Shield of Faith surrounds one creature of our choice within range (60 feet) for 10 minutes (concentration), granting it a +2 AC bonus.

Level 3 - Paladin: With Divine Health we are now immune to disease. We also get to pick our subclass, our Sacred Oath. Athena is a devoted protector of her city and the gods, so making her take the Oath of the Crown, to uphold the spirit of the nation and service to law seems fitting. We start by getting some Oath Spells; those are always prepared for us and don't count against the total number of spells known:

Command forces a Wisdom saving throw onto one creature within 60 feet of us, as we utter a single-word demand. On a failed save, the target is compelled to execute that command to the best of their ability at the beginning of their next turn. The command cannot force the target to harm themselves.

Compelled Duel forces one creature within 30 feet to turn their attention towards us and fight one-on-one, provided they fail a Wisdom saving throw. For the duration (1 minute, concentration), the compelled target has a disadvantage on attacks made against targets other than us and must make a Wisdom saving throw when attempting to move more than 30 feet away from us.

We also gain access to the Cleric's Channel Divinity. Once per short or long rest, we can use one of the two effects listed below:

Champion Challenge acts similarly to the Compelled Duel spell, as it prevents creatures who fail a Wisdom saving throw to move further than 30 feet from us. The difference is, this ability affects every creature within 30 feet radius.

Turn the Tide lets us use our bonus action to bolster the injured. Each creature of our choice within 30 feet of us regain [1d6 + our Charisma modifier] Hit Points, provided they have no more than half of their Hit Points.

Level 4 - Paladin: Time for our first Ability Score Improvement. We will, however, take the Spear Mastery feat instead. We gain a +1 to attack rolls made with our spear, the damage dice of the spear change from a d6 to d8, we can use our bonus action to extend the spear's reach by 5 feet until the end of our turn, and finally, we can prepare ourselves for a charge. If a creature that we can see within 20 feet of us gets within our spear's reach on its next turn, we can use a reaction to make an attack against it that deals additional 1d8 damage. If the creature used Disengage before, we're not getting the opportunity.

We can also grab another spell: Protection from Evil and Good grants one willing creature we touch protection from aberrations, celestials, elementals, fey, fiends, and undead. Attack rolls against the target are made with a disadvantage, and the target cannot be charmed or frightened by the aforementioned creatures.

Level 5 - Paladin: With Extra Attack we can now attack twice instead of once during a single Attack action.

We also unlock 2nd-level spells and gain two spells from our subclass spell list:

Warding Bond ties up to one target within 60 feet of us. For 1 hour the target gains a +1 bonus to AC and saving throws, and resistance to all forms of damage. Additionally, whenever the target takes damage we take the same amount of damage.

Zone of Truth creates a 15-foot-radius sphere at a point within 60 feet of us for 10 minutes. Creatures inside the sphere must make a Wisdom saving throw or become unable to lie as long as they remain within the sphere's boundaries. They are not compelled to answer, however.

Level 6 - Paladin: We get our first Aura option. With the Aura of Protection, whenever a friendly creature within 10 feet of us must make a saving throw, it gains a bonus equal to our Charisma modifier.

We also get another spell: Magic Weapon transforms our non-magical weapon into a magical one, for the purpose of overcoming resistances and immunities. Until the spell ends (1 hour, concentration), we also get a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls done with the weapon.

Level 7 - Barbarian: Surprise! I believe it's the first time we jump into the rage machine. I can already hear you saying 'Ares should've been a barbarian!'. Maybe. Maybe not. Hear me out, though: Athena's rage is cold and calculated. Precise and bottled up, to be unleashed only when necessary.

Multiclassing into Barbarian doesn't give us any new proficiencies or skills, but we do get the Unarmoured Defence. When we're not wearing armour, our AC equals [10 + our Dexterity modifier + our Constitution modifier]. Unlike Monks, we still get this benefit even if wielding a shield.

We also get access to the Barbarian's key feature...

As a bonus action, the Barbarian can Rage and gain the following benefits (provided they're not wearing heavy armour):

Advantage on Strength checks and Strength saving throws

Bonus to damage rolls (+2; changes as we level up) for weapons that use Strength

Resistance to bludgeoning, piercing and slashing damage

The rage lasts for 1 minute (unless we dismiss it earlier, are knocked unconscious, fail to attack a target on our turn or taken damage during such) and while it's on, we cannot cast spells. For now, we can Rage twice before taking a long rest.

Level 8 - Barbarian: We gain Danger Sense, to better detect hostility. If we're not blinded, deafened or incapacitated, we have an advantage on Dexterity saving throws for effects we can see, such as traps and spells.

We can also forget about defence when making a Reckless Attack. When making our first attack on our turn, we can choose to do it recklessly. This gives us an advantage on melee weapon attacks that use Strength on our turn, but until the end of our next turn, all attacks made against us also have an advantage.

Level 9 - Barbarian: We can now Rage three times per long rest.

We also get to pick our second subclass, our Primal Path. And this is the moment where we get our Athenian warriors with the Path of the Ancestral Guardian. With Ancestral Protectors, we can call upon spectral warriors of the past which hinder the attacks of the first creature we hit while Raging. Until the end of our next turn, the target has a disadvantage on all attacks that aren't against us and when other creatures attack the target, they gain resistance to the damage type of the attack they make.

Level 10 - Barbarian: Halfway through the build and we're getting another ASI. We're gonna raise our Dexterity by 2 points.

Level 11 - Barbarian: Normally, we would've gained Extra Attack here, but we've already got it from our Paladin levels and they do not stack. We do, however, get Fast Movement which increases our movement speed by 10 feet provided we're not wearing heavy armour.

Level 12 - Barbarian: We can now Rage up to four times per long rest.

We get a new subclass upgrade. With Spirit Shield, our ancestral spirits now provide aid to those we defend. While we're raging, and a creature we can see within 30 feet of us takes damage, we can reduce the damage by 2d6.

Level 13 - Barbarian: At this point, our Feral Instincts are so sharp we have an advantage on our Initiative rolls.

Level 14 - Barbarian: Time for another ASI. Let's round up our Strength and put the other point into Dexterity.

Level 15 - Barbarian: Our additional damage while raging now becomes a +3.

We now get a Brutal Critical. Whenever we score a critical hit (Natural 20), apart from doubling our weapon damage die, we roll one more of the same die and add it to the score.

Level 16 - Barbarian: At this point, our Spirit Shield reduces the damage dealt to our allies by 3d6.

We also get another subclass upgrade. With Consult the Spirits, we can now use our ancestral warriors to cast either the Augury or Clairvoyance spells without a spell slot or material components once per short or long rest.

Level 17 - Barbarian: With Relentless Rage, we can now fight despite death. If we drop to 0 Hit Points while raging (and don't get damaged enough to insta-kill us), we can make a DC 10 Constitution saving throw and gain 1 Hit Point on a success. Each time we use this feature after the first, the DC raises by 5 and resets after we finish a short or long rest.

Level 18 - Barbarian: We get the final ASI of the build and we put two points into our Dexterity. We can also now Rage five times before rest.

Level 19 - Barbarian: Our Brutal Critical increases to two additional dice when scoring a Natural 20.

Level 20 - Barbarian: We end with Barbarian 14, which ends with another subclass upgrade. With Vengeful Ancestors, we can truly pull the Uno Reverse Card. When we use our Spirit Shield (which now reduces damage by 4d6), besides just reducing damage, the spirits now deal force damage to the target, equal to the damage prevented.

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And that is Eda Athena, the Owl Lady! Let's see what we got:

To start off, we're a tank with many protection options for both us and our allies. With increased movement, advantages on initiative and damage-dealing rolls, plus some protection spells, we can easily lead and strategize.

With a half-plate and a shield our AC is 17, we have a +2 to our Initiative, 40 feet of movement, and an average HP of 175.

Unfortunately, our spell repertoire is not great, negative modifier to our Intelligence (if you want to fix that, be sure to hunt for the Headband of Intellect), and no ability maxed to 20.

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Okay, I think this is not a bad build. As always, treat these as suggestions and modify your own builds as you please. I hope you've enjoyed yourselves and I'll see you in the next one!

- Nerdy out!

#smite #hirez smite #protector aasimar #aasimar #dnd build #dnd #d&d 5e #dungeons and dragons #greek gods #athena #paladin #oath of the crown #barbarian #ancestral guardian

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postwarlevi · 2 years

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Story outline part 5 of

Levi x deaf reader / female character (undecided)

Part 1 here : Part 2 here : Part 3 here : Part 4 here

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Levi returns from a mission later in the day and is distraught when Armin says female character is not there. It turns out another ship carrying those who took longer to recover will arrive once it is deemed safe, but no one is told incase things take a bad turn.

Days later, Levi is at f/c place when he hears his horse making a commotion, and goes out to find she has returned. He cannot believe his eyes or ears when she calls his name. He thinks maybe she can hear but she cannot, only speaking a tiny bit, telling Levi she swore she heard his voice in her dreams.

It is an emotional reunion and f/c explains she stayed behind to help care for anyone who still needed it. Levi says he will be putting in a semi retirement so they can start the life they dreamed of.

Levi also finds out she has brought back two girls, nine and fourteen, who lost their father and their hearing to the disease. They are with Armin at the capital, and even though Levi is a bit nervous, he says he can't wait to meet them. They leave the next morning to get them.

The girls are happy to be reunited with f/c, and connect quickly with Levi once they see he communicates with them. Almost right away the girls are invited to stay with her and Levi, and very soon Levi asks for Armin and the girls help to propose to f/c.

It's decided that they will stay in her home and just add to it. She and Levi get to work adding another room and clearing the trees and plants in the back for a small garden and an area to better work with animals. A few months later their older ward has regained some hearing and bonds further with Levi.

Two years later life is just as they pictured it in their fairy tale. F/c still works with animals, and two days a week goes to the capital for cases and to help deaf and hard of hearing people from other nations. A combination of Levi or Armin along with one of the girls go as well. The girls like being invited inside the capital, but every time Levi goes with the older one he doesn't care for the 'bratty' boys that have started to look at her. He knows one day he'll have to tell them off.

Armin and the girls help with animal cases, and once a week Levi still helps run or head missions, with f/c consent. He also opens a tea stall in the market, bringing out teas from the capital to those who would never get those otherwise. The girls like helping him run the stall, and f/c helps whenever he is away.

F/c is getting the girls help to tell Levi they're going to add a new addition, and the girls couldn't be more excited for their baby brother.

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a/n- and we're at the end! What do you think? I'm going back to fluffy stuff for a bit as I got some things planned. It might be a while but later on I want to make this a full fic. Hope you enjoyed and thanks for letting me be inspired!

#levi fanfiction #attack on titan #aot #captain levi #captain levi ackerman #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi #levi headcanons #levi x oc #captain levi x reader #levi ackerman x oc #levi ackerman x reader #asl #american sign language #deaf character #deaf reader #also featuring #armin arlert

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digital-corruption · 3 years

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Mmm jealous Jake.

Haunted by the Past Part 6

Jake led me down to the garage, which housed his BMW from his former life. The plates had been swapped for new ones and all of the tracking from the car removed. The car ride though was pretty quiet. Jake had gone full hood and face mask, which felt more like he was trying to separate from me than it was to hide his identity. There were some definite unresolved issues in his past that he couldn’t face. The death of the pursuer at his hands weighed heavy on him even though it was clear it was in self-defence.

During the ride I went through and told all my friends in Duskwood that I was in a safe location for now. Nearly everyone was satisfied with knowing just that. Except for Lilly.

Lilly: You're with Jake, aren’t you? Please tell me you are.

MC: I can neither confirm nor deny that.

Lilly: Fine. Is there anything I can do to help?

MC: Could you find out who was MIA last night? We think MWAF was out of Duskwood for at least 10 hours.

Lilly: Well, I can’t do much investigating because I am stuck at work. Tourists are finally starting to return. Hannah could though. It would give her something to do.

MC: You think so? Jake thought the memories would be too raw for her to handle.

Lilly: Ok, he doesn’t have the right to make that judgement when he never contacts us. How would he know?

MC: I’ll trust your judgement.

I sighed and looked over at Jake concentrating on driving. How am I going to excuse what I’m about to do?

MC: Hi Hannah.

Hannah: MC!!! OMG are you ok?

MC: Yes, I’m safe now. :)

Hannah: Ah, right, “safe". ;)

Hannah: I was absolutely fuming over the photos! If I ever get my hands on the kidnapper, he’s never going to the light of day again!

MC: You seem to be recovering well.

Hannah: Recovering?

MC: Jake thought you’d be crippled by fear.

Hannah: Seriously? He has barely said 2 words to me since I was found. Well actually, no, 5. “I am your half-brother.” Who does that? He dropped that bombshell and has ignored me since!

MC: He seems to still be very busy avoiding his pursuers. I'm sure he’ll get around to it when he can.

Hannah: MC, I hardly know you, but from I do know and from I have heard, I know I'd like you. Don’t make excuses for him.

MC: So, with that aside, I need someone to do some digging, Lilly said I should ask you.

Hannah: Yes of course you should! I want that bastard caught! Especially with this whole thing today, sitting still is driving me mad!

MC: We need to know who was MIA yesterday for at least 10 hours. Can you ask around? Get a feel for who doesn’t have a solid alibi?

MC: Oh and please take someone with you. Thomas perhaps? He’s probably the only one I feel confident is innocent.

Hannah: Of course, Thomas didn’t do it. Wait, does Jake think that?

MC: Jake doesn’t like to rule anyone out.

Hannah: Well, Jake, read me loud and clear – Thomas is not the kidnapper!!

Hannah: And yes, of course I’d be happy to do some investigating.

Hannah: Tell me though, how do you look at your friends in the eye when you suspect them?

MC: Um, Hannah? I've never looked at them in the eye.

Hannah: Touché. I keep forgetting you never came to Duskwood and yet you’re the one who located me. So weird.

MC: You don’t remember who was in the group that actually found you?

Hannah: No, I was unconscious at the time. It happened a lot. I tried to escape a lot.

MC: I never asked you why you sent my number.

Hannah: Everyone keeps asking me that! The kidnapper took my phone as soon as I was kidnapped. Why on Earth would I send some random number instead of “I'm in the dare house!” Seriously!

Hannah: Just because Jake and I are half-related doesn’t mean I share his cryptic gene.

MC: I've got to go. I'll talk to your later. Good luck!

Hannah: Thank you for trusting me!

Inside the grocery store I had loaded the trolley with a stack of essential food. Though I couldn’t make eye contact with Jake I could tell he was in disbelief that we would eat it all. I did plan to freeze some since it was clear Jake didn’t want to go shopping often.

Upon reaching the checkout I realized I had forgotten the cooking oil so I sent Jake back to get some. While he was gone, I had reached the front of the queue. The guy on the register tried to chat me up, but he suddenly went white and stopped. I turned to see Jake giving him a death glare, which made me giggle. I had to bring it up while we walked back to the car.

“You were smiling at him, making him think that his advances were acceptable,” Jake complained.

“I was just trying to be polite. He wasn't serious anyway, just trying to break up the boredom of his job,” I explained. “Does it bother you that much? Me interacting with other men?”

“I just don’t like it,” Jake stressed.

I put the last bag in the back of the car, then looked at him, “Jake, you're the only who gets me, who appreciates me. I only ever feel myself when I’m talking with you. What we share, I don’t experience that with anyone else.”

Jake closed the back of the car in silence.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Yes, of course,” Jake’s eyes lightened.

“Then you have nothing to worry about,” I winked at him. “C'mon, let’s get these groceries home.”

“Home?” Jake picked up on my choice of words.

“It's where the heart is,” I smiled.

#duskwood jake x player #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood #duskwood jake #jealous jake #duskwood mc #Haunted by the Past

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morimakesfanart · 3 years

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Sindria's Prophet #13

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[AO3]

((edited because I figured out to add some more history facts that I think are important))

~POV Sinbad~

"The Kou Empire, huh?"

"That is going to make things risky."

With all of the Generals caught up with what happened in Balbadd, they needed to start planning for King Sinbad's trip to the Kou Empire, as well as catching him up with everything that had happened in Sindria while he was gone.

"LadY YamuRAI H AA AA A" A yell came from the hallway accompanied by the sounds of running.

((Sinbad is hidden on the left. There's a hint of him poking out.))

A panting magician gave apologies for disturbing their meeting and ran to the head of Sindria's magicians. "I wish I knew you were here so I didn't search the tower first~" Then he started explaining about some magical proof. Most of his words sounded like gibberish to the rest, but it was clear that he had made some kind of break though.

Yam jumped out of her seat. "How did you finally figure it out?! Who figured it out?!" She whipped her head to her King, "Sorry your majesty," and then looked back to the other magician.

"It was the work of the Prophet!” the magician answered. "We were talking about her illness and she pulled out scrolls that- you just have to read them for yourself!”

Mori had said that she had written other scrolls before she started coping down Fate. This must have been what she was working on.

Both magicians bowed out to go test out this new information. Before they could leave, Sinbad ended the meeting; there was no way he was going to wait to learn what other information Mori had blessed them with. Ja'far followed as did a few of the other Generals.

When they got into the court yard, the doctors that had been sent to take care of Mori were already pushing their supply cart back to their main building. The magician that had stayed behind spotted them and raised two scrolls up triumphantly. "She let me take the scrolls!"

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News of the scrolls written by a Prophet spread throughout the Black Libra Tower within an hour. Yamuraiha and the doctors explained their significance to King Sinbad.

If even a fraction of the theories in the scrolls proved true it would completely changed their understanding of how illnesses work. If Mori wasn't sick she would undoubtedly be swarmed with questions and demands for proof. According to the magicians, nothing in the scrolls went against any known information. Instead, they gave explanations to why certain things that had been attempted in the past had failed. What she wrote about 'cells' was what really caught the eyes of the white magicians and doctors. As an example, according to Mori's writing there were blood types and most couldn't mix; that would explain why most past attempts at blood transfusions had failed.

The 2nd scroll showed a break down of even smaller particles, and how the structures of different particles made up everything. This was going to bring alchemic magic to a whole new era. Sure, such things would most likely be limited to high magicians, group efforts, and the Magi, but it looked possible now. A lot of common magic of the current day took extreme amounts of magoi in the past because they hadn't found the right formula yet. Mori's writing -if true- could easily be used as a guide to finding the right order of commands for many spells.

And even more than that, Mori had said that she had even more information to share; she had just ran out of scrolls and ink.

Mori's presence in Sindria, and everything that went with it were Fate and the Rukh's guidance. King Sinbad could see it -the future he wanted.

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~POV Mori~

In Sindria's Palace there is a Great Bell. It is rung during celebrations, and to signify the King returning home like it did earlier that day, but it's main use was to ring every 2 hours to tell everyone the time since clocks weren't invented yet. So even though I was a sick person trying to rest during the day, I was woken up by the Great Bell every 2 hours... which of course is also situated right on top of the guest tower.

For obvious reasons, I was awake again.

I wish I knew how the others responded to the scrolls. I really wanted to know Yam's opinion most. Those scrolls basically gave away the secret to Yunan's signature alchemy magic.

I still had the first scroll I had worked on -the one on the science behind blimps-, and the last science scroll I had started. That one was on DNA, and reproductive systems. It was the last one I started in Balbadd. I hadn't started working on it until sunrise on my 2nd sleepless night and it showed; there were missing words everywhere, many incomplete sentences, and I couldn't stay in topic.

These mistakes were too great to fix with an ink knife. Editing was going be super annoying and time consuming since I couldn't work digitally. I'd have to physically cut up the first draft to put everything in the right order before making the next one.

Wait- Did this world have scissors???

Back home the first evolution of shears that could be labeled as scissors was in Roman barber shops in the last hundred years or so before Rome fell. China would spontaneous also create something akin to scissors not long after. Reim and the Kou Empire seemed to line up with Rome and ancient China for the most part, so I tend to use them to place the time period, but the dress Princess Dunya wears is centuries off and throws all historical accuracy questions out the window. Rome was long gone by the time boning was added to women's undergarments, and that dress had all the signs of boned corsetry.

Fuck it. I'll ask for scissors and if they don't have them I'll just invent them myself. I had been drafting professionally for the past 4 years. That may have been for microelectronics, but it uses all the same skills; I could do this. I needed to get a ruler -or at least a straight edge- and a drafting compass which they probably have based on the look of maps in the series, and pencils, or at least colored inks if they had them. I probably needed to reinvent the French curve(stencil tool used in art & drafting)...

Since I was struggling to fall back asleep I moved to the table and pulled out my test scroll. It was full of random marks and some of my early drawing attempts that I used to practice with the dip pen -it's also where I wrote down the dreams from the Rukh. I'd write the list of things I needed, rip the section out of the scroll, and pass the list to someone who could get me what I was asking for. I added some living necessities too like sleep wear and a comb.

The maids that came to give me dinner, and next dose of medicine were not pleased that I wasn't in bed -I was an important guest who was sick after all. And I wasn't pleased to have to drink more of that bitter medicine, but we can't have nice things all the time, now can we?

My voices was strained but I managed to communicate enough. I gave them my list, and laundry (the clothes I wore on the boat) before they left. They'd get me the things the next day. I was instructed to sleep until someone brings me breakfast the next day... which is what I was going to do anyway since the sun was practically gone. I might be a bit of a workaholic but I'm not going to let myself pull an accidental all-nighter when I know I'm still sick. I'm far more self aware than that.

And besides, the Great Bell didn't ring at night.

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Maids brought my breakfast (& meds) the next morning and let me know that my clothes would be cleaned and dry by the end of the day. I guess they didn't use magic for everything.

They also gave me all of the drafting and inking supplies I asked for except for scissors. In one of the omakes Sinbad was shown cutting his hair with a knife as a part of his normal grooming. I had hoped he was just old fashioned.

For the greater good and the future of my own hair care, I drafted up detailed designs for a few different types of basic scissors. They wouldn't look fancy, but hopefully I had put enough of a detailed explanation on everything for the smith to figure out what I was asking. Steel wasn't developed until the middle ages and some of the counties of this world matched that so I hoped

that God and anime were on my side. I really wanted scissors that would be a good quality.

And if that didn't work I'd just have to get used to using knives and bladed rollers like a regular person.

The Great Bell rung for 10 am. There were at least another 2 hours before someone would show up, to give lunch, that I could ask to take my draft for the scissors to a black Smith.

I should be resting as a sick person. I should be more exhausted and in pain as a sick person. What was making me recover this quickly?

I still didn't feel like laying back down, so I decided to start drafting up the materials and equipment for proving everything I had written in the scrolls I gave the previous day.

Globally, micro-organisms, viruses, and bacteria were not really accept or proved until the late 1800's. Since Magi seems to take place some time around our 100AD-1300, and Yunan hinting at chemical compounds was seen as shocking by Yam, I knew that my bio scrolls were probably causing an uproar in the Black Libra Tower. I refused to use actual people or wait for an outbreak to prove it like how it happened in history -like how John Snow proved it when finding the cause of cholera outbreaks in 1848 and 1854 England. No, I needed to show how to prove these things in a lab, and to do that I was going to need to explain how to keep samples and invent a way to see microorganisms.

First was for a glass petri dish and other containers for samples. I'd need at least 3 -preferably more. I know glass works have been around since BC, and that this world had glass windows in some scenes, but I worried about the quality of the glass contaminating the experiments. I was going to have to boil them beforehand to sterilize them anyway.

Gosh I wish I had access to nonporous, air tight containers, and a temperature controlled environment. The heat and humidity of Sindria could easily mess everything up.

Wait... I suddenly remembered a scene from the Magnostadt arc when they showed how a sample was being stored. They already had good enough glass. I knew there were magic bio experiments but I had no idea how they worked.

With the realization that I was getting ahead myself, I switched to writing about how to use the scientific method to test for germs. It was basically the bread in a bag test to teach young children about germs but with petri dishes. I also wrote about how to analyze samples with a microscope to see micro organisms so I was going to have to figure that out next.

Lunch came as the perfect break.

Just thinking about reinventing this thing made me nervous. I knew magnifying glasses existed in ancient Rome, but they would be nothing like what I was used to. I had to explain how light moves and made multiple diagrams showing how concave and convex lenses affect light as well as the material of the lens. I ended up also showing how to make a telescope even though I knew Yam already had one.

Magicians were the only ones shown with glasses. Maybe now the rest of the world could have them too.

4 o'clock came and so did 3 doctors and a magician. It was less than yesterday, but still more than necessary to treat or analyze one person. I only recognized one of the doctors from the previous day. All of the new faces looked nervous. None of them looked young by any measure, so I really doubted this was their first time treating someone.

They weren't happy to see me at the table and made me return to my bed -their loss.

The doctor from the previous day was the one doing most of the talking. "Your recovery is amazing. You will most likely be better in another 3 days at this rate if not sooner. It's practically a miracle."

I smiled. "It's pretty shocking for me too." As long as I spoke quietly and kept my comments short, I found I could talk again for a bit.

The doctor was silent for a moment before changing the subject. "I know you need rest, but would you be willing to answer a few questions about those scrolls from yesterday?

The 3 other men looked expectant. This was why they were here.

"I don't mind as long as you don't make me talk too much."

Then came the question I was expecting since I had first made the scrolls. "I know you are a Prophet and the information came from your visions but is there any way you can prove what you wrote?"

I pointed to the table with the scroll I had started earlier. "I can't prove it with the current equipment I have, so I've been drafting up the needed equipment and processes for proving it."

They all turned to look at where I was pointing.

I added, "It's not done, but you're welcome to read what I have so far."

I was thanked as they went to the table they had called me away from when they entered.

'He called it 'visions?' Really?' I had to ask Sinbad later what he was telling his people about me so I could keep the story straight.

The magician confirmed for the others what I wrote about light bending. There was magic to do that, but not everyone is a magician. I had just invented a way for non-magicians to bend light.

Just wait until I show them a prism that can split light into colors. Or teach them how light is perceived in the eye. Or even better, show them the double slit experiment that proves that light is a particle not just a wave... Did they know light was a wave yet?

"Lady Prophet."

I was pulled out of my thoughts.

"You said this isn't finished and there is plenty of space in this scroll for more, but would you let us take this back to the tower so we can get started?"

I wanted to say 'no.' I was still coming up with things to add to it, but I also knew that holding things back because I wanted to save paper was a fool's game. Besides, I could always add more to it later.

I nodded and they thanked me before making me promise not to leave my bed. They were grateful for this new scroll but not at the expense of my health -they were doctors after all.

And then they left.

It was probably about 5pm if my internal clock was on schedule, so I had about an hour before the next ring of the Bell.

Even if I wasn't a man of my word, I would have lost the motivation to work with my current project taken from me while I was still in the middle of making it.

So, I did the thing I grew up doing when I was bedridden from illness: I looked out the window. From the bed I could only see the tops of the buildings on the other side of the courtyard. The Tower that was just poking in from the left had to be the Black Libra Tower.

The waves in Sindria were calmer yet stronger than those in Balbadd. It was probably due to Sinbad's influence. He brought stability and security to his people. I could understand why so many chose to follow him or ally with him. But I knew where all this would lead. As he obtains more power and influence he will stop being able to see himself from the pedestal that he and everyone else put him on; his greed will make him blind to the wants and needs of others, and like a middle aged parent that isn't ready for their child to leave the nest he will take out his frustration on the world that was moving on without him. When Sinbad dies at the end of the manga, Drakon realizes that they all put too much on Sinbad's shoulders.

To change Fate, I was going to have to make sure I never put him on that pedestal nor rely on him for much. And I was going to have to convince the 8 Generals to do the same -or at least to start pulling more of the weight.

The 6 o'clock Bell came faster than I expected, as well as my dinner not long after. They brought my clean laundry, a sleeping gown, and some other common clothes and things for my convenience.

I would have preferred something much shorter for the night gown since I hate having a lot of extra fabric around my legs when I already have blankets. I was not going to risk being walked in on by doctors or whoever when sleeping naked, so I would make do for now.

There was no way King Sinbad wasn't going to reward me for those scrolls. If it was some kind of treasure I'd sell it and buy a new wardrobe for myself that actually suited me, and if the reward was a request then I would ask that he pay for everything directly.

The light coming in my windows changed, and I watched my 2nd sunset in Sindria.

When Sinbad found this island 10 years ago, he completely terraformed it. He didn't get rid of all of the vegetation that was here, but he did break down one of the sides to allow for easier access by boat. The side he carved out faced northish towards all of the other known countries, so no boat would have a reason to circle the island. It was a decision that would benefit the merchants and make it easier to defend.

It also meant that my windows faced west, so I could watch the Sun set every day. I couldn't help but see that as a blessing and a curse. Sure not getting the sunrise meant I'd need to put more effort into

waking up in the morning but that wasn't the part I was worried about.

See- The thing is... I have synesthesia (having 2 or more senses overlapping). I see sounds, letters, and numbers as colors and textures. I have it mild enough that I can normally block it out so it's not too distracting (thank God because music is a main stim), but sometimes I'll hear something and get overwhelmed by how it looks.

Each letter and number is a color. So every voice can make every color, but language, pitch, tone, and accent all affect the colors and textures I see from a person's voice like a filter. There have definitely been some people that I struggled to give my full attention to when I first met them because I was entranced by how their voice looked. The more I hear a person's voice the more I'm able to move its visuals to the background so I can focus -desensitizing myself to it.

Luckily, Sinbad's voice is normally not so distracting that I stop paying attention. Since it's like a merger of every voice actor I've heard play him (All the characters I had met so far were like this.) I'm already desensitized. The similarities across all of the VAs meant that his voice looked like a sunset -full of deep purples and magentas, and bright reds, peach, and gold, and with a smooth and flowing texture like painting in acrylic with a wet brush -like a painting of the last moments of a sunset.

His voice was as pretty as he was.

I hadn't actually gotten to see or hear him for a whole day. But I'd get to look at his voice's equivalent every day while living under his protection.

It was frustrating to admit -I barely knew him as a real person- yet I couldn't deny that I missed him. I feel asleep watching the sun set.

((I wasn't going to write about my synesthesia, but this is my fanfic and I thought it might be fun to reference the colors peoples voices make when the characters talk. I'm not going to paint every VA and head cannon, but I will describe them as I go. Ja'far's Japanese and English VAs have voices that look very different so finding the middle ground is proving tricky.

Also, anyone who noticed that the purple I see in Sinbad's voice is the same as the purple I've been using for the illustrations and comics is super smart and cool.))

#magi prophet fanfic #magi fanfiction #magi fanfic #sinbad magi #king sinbad #magi sinbad

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 3 years

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Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,937 Words

Summary: Katsuki, stop being a stubborn kid.

Warnings: Child Abuse Mention, Eating Disorder Mention, Food Mention, Forced Eating Disorder Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20, Yamada: President Megaphone, Bakugou: deku-deck-you

Notes: I’ve changed Shinsou’s birthday to April 20th because I can.

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 6

5:28 AM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: I swear to god, if you say you're going out for a run, Katsuki.

deku deck-you: ...

deku deck-you: I'm totally not going out for a run.

feral cat dad: Kid, you don't need permission or even to tell us. You're allowed around school grounds, to leave, to the school, ya know. As long as you have your pass for the door, you're good, nothing's stopping you.

deku deck-you: I don't need to tell you where I am?

feral cat dad: No, what you do is your own business. Me and UA are just here to house and teach you. Your actions are your own, you don't have to tell us them.

deku deck-you: Oh.

feral cat dad: It's okay if you want to, but you never have to feel obligated to tell me or anyone else, either.

deku deck-you: It's just my mom made me tell her what I was doing every time I left the house.

feral cat dad: Well, I mean, I obviously know what you're doing every morning at 5:30. So, even if I'm worried, I know what you were doing. I'm also not your mom, I don't want to know where you are every second because you're a kid being a kid, you deserve some privacy. God knows you need privacy after not seeming to have it for fifteen years.

deku deck-you: Thank you, Mr. Aizawa.

feral cat dad: You can call me Dad if you want.

deku deck-you: Dad.

farmer toshi: Child-hoarding Dad.

feral cat dad: You're not wrong.

5:33 AM

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farmer toshi: @deku deck-you, I'm coming, Kats. Wait up.

deku deck-you: Come on then, hurry up.

deku deck-you: You get those wires off today, right?

farmer toshi: Yup. Recovery Girl's fixing me today.

1:16 PM

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farmer toshi: It's official. I can menace once again.

feral cat dad: If you're terrorizing villagers, please don't bring them back armed with pitchforks, I don't like fire.

5:25 AM

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farmer toshi: Kats, where are you, I don't see you.

farmer toshi: @deku deck-you Did you get up early or something?

farmer toshi: Hey, @foil-mecha, Tokoyami, you're in room 9. Have you heard anything in his room?

foil-mecha: His phone pinged when you @ed him. And I swear I heard him moving around a bit earlier.

farmer toshi: Do you think he's okay? Maybe he's sleeping again?

foil-mecha: No, usually he's up for the day once he's up.

feral cat dad: God, did he push himself too much to recover quickly?

President Megaphone: I'm in early, I'm coming over and checking on him since you're in not position to help him if he's hurt, Shouta.

feral cat dad: Fine.

6:35 AM

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foil-mecha: Is Katsuki okay?

farmer toshi: He fine, just malnourished. He passed out after he woke up, ended up hitting his head a little on the ground, and getting a minor concussion.

gay salt: How!?

deku deck-you: I thought our parents were the ones that paid for our groceries but my parents have told me they won't do it.

feral cat dad: Don't worry about him and his stubbornness, I'll be bringing him to the store later once he feels better and making him pick up foods.

ranch flavored jello: Katsuki! The card you got! The barcode! You just scan the barcode! UA pays for your food while you're in the dorms!

deku deck-you: I know that now, Toru. I thought our family or parents paid for our food.

4:16 PM

Existence Is A Prison

feral cat dad: Okay, get dressed and get a list if you want, kid. What foods do you like?

deku deck-you: Well, I'm allergic to shellfish.

feral cat dad: You've been eating with us all week and you didn't tell us you were allergic to something?

deku deck-you: I avoided things that had shellfish in them.

feral cat dad: Katsuki.

deku deck-you: You act like my mother didn't practically force me to have allergic reactions when she was tired of me.

feral cat dad: You're right, I do act like that because that's not okay. It's abuse, Katsuki, and I want you to be safe and happy. So please, tell me if you can't or even don't want to eat something.

deku deck-you: Alright.

feral cat dad; Okay, anything else you're allergic to?

deku deck-you: No, just shellfish.

feral cat dad; Anything you particularly like?

deku deck-you: Mackerel with spinach, mushrooms, and chili oil.

feral cat dad: Then we'll grab the stuff for you.

President Megaphone: I'll spoil you, kid, I'm your uncle now.

deku deck-you: If you plan on spoiling me, get me those sausages that look like octopi. I love them but I haven't been allowed to buy them for around five years.

President Megaphone: I swear, Shouta, this nephew will get all the sausages. UA is willing to buy.

feral cat dad: I know, but don't go all 'grab it all' at the store, Hizashi, the kid can grab his own food at his own pace. You can pick him up extra ones whenever. We're letting him pick up his own groceries probably for the first time in his life. Don't overwhelm him.

foil-mecha: Can you pick me up boiled octopus and baby sardines, Mr. Aizawa?

feral cat dad: Sure, I'll grab you a bunch of fish, kid.

foil-mecha: Much appreciated.

deku deck-you: Is there a limit I can use?

feral cat dad: No, there isn't. UA is full of future heroes who will likely need to build muscle to save others, to do that, you need to eat well, Nezu's rule for us dorm kids has always been to make sure we eat, he doesn't care how much it costs as long as you're healthy.

deku deck-you: Wow, that's actually. Just wow.

farmer toshi: Your shitty parents put you on a budget, huh?

deku deck-you: Usually I had to cost less than 1,000¥ per week. It was hard, especially building muscle to be a hero. I ate rice and eggs a lot so I wasn't completely starving but it was always hard living with them.

ranch flavored jello: Aren't your parents like famous or something? Why did they want you to be on a budget?

deku deck-you: They didn't like dealing with me besides to scream at me. I think it was to keep me from leaving them. They'd hand me exactly 1,000¥ every week I had to use my money for food because they wouldn't buy food for me after I turned 5. Then they'd still tell me what I couldn't buy.

foil-mecha: I feel great rage toward your parents and I hope they have a horrible life now without you.

deku deck-you: I do too, don't worry.

4:30 PM

Existence Is A Prison

deku deck-you has started a video call

Hey, Kats, how's your shopping going? -foil-mecha

Are you upside down, Tokoyami? Why are you...? -deku deck-you

I'm on the couch. I refuse to sit correctly. -foil-mecha

Dad and Uncle Zashi are off getting dinner for tonight because Dad's getting a little souped out. So they're picking up some stuff for that and I didn't want to feel alone. -deku deck-you

Hey, little bro. -farmer toshi

I turn 16 tomorrow for your information. Call me 'little bro'. I'm probably the oldest of us kids in the dorms right now. -deku deck-you

I turn 16 tomorrow. -farmer toshi

Oh my god, I practically have twin sons now. -feral cat dad

Deal with it, Dad. -farmer toshi

Looks like I'm going over to the cake section and picking up two cakes. - President Megaphone

Strawberry. -farmer toshi

You don't have to. -deku deck-you

No, I don't have to, but I'm going to. -President Megaphone

Anything. -deku deck-you

You're getting your own cake, Katsuki. I'm not just gonna pick you up anything. What's your favorite cake flavor? C'mon, little listener.-President Megaphone

I don't know. I've never had cake before. -deku deck-you

So a variety cake. I can work with that. -President Megaphone

Hey, Kats, can you grab those meat buns and red bean buns in the red bag to your right for me? -nat20

Yeah, okay. -deku deck-you

You're amazing. -nat20

What have you picked out so far, Kats? -ranch flavored jello

Uh, mushrooms, spinach, bean sprouts, eggs, mackerel, and Seiko's bun thing. I'm in the meat section so I'll probably pick up two of those...-deku deck-you

Two of what? -saviour

I got em. Those octopus sausages. I found them. I'm getting two of them. Are you guys sure I'm not spending too much? -deku deck-you

Pick up anything you will either eat or give to someone else who will eat it. -feral cat dad

As long as you're sure. -deku deck-you

What'd you pick up, twinsie? -farmer toshi

Boiled octopus, bacon, ham, chicken, another two sets of the buns. -deku deck-you

Are you picking up things to eat with rice and eggs out of habit, Kats? -foil-mecha

I wanna buy what I know I like first before I buy things I won't eat. I already hate spending money as it is. -deku deck-you

Reasonable. Just make sure you pick up snacks for yourself since training for a Sports Festival takes a lot out of you. -feral cat dad

I am. Ooh, yoghurt. -deku deck-you

I'm right here, Katsuki. -feral cat dad

Hi, Dad. Alright, I'm ending this. Y'all text me if you want something else. -deku deck-you

Bye, twinsie. -farmer toshi

deku deck-you has ended the video call

5:30 PM

Existence Is A Prison

President Megaphone: I'm getting started on dinner. Should be done by 7.

deku deck-you: Can I eat my ice cream?

feral cat dad: You're allowed to eat whatever and whenever.

deku deck-you: I know, I just worry. It'll go away, I hope. I just get worried.

feral cat dad: Getting worried is normal. I was too when I was in your position.

deku deck-you: You were in my position?

feral cat dad: Kind of. Back then, fifteen years ago, there was no teacher or other students in the dorms, just me and Nezu. I was fresh from nine years in a foster home that would spend the money meant to support me on their own son.

feral cat dad: For the first month, I didn't buy myself food. I'd eat breakfast and lunch on school days and skip dinner and meals on weekends because I was scared of spending UA's money.

feral cat dad: After almost a month with no financial transactions on my account and the Sports Festival coming up, Nezu did a surprise inspection and flipped out when there was no food in the kitchen. He forced me to the store and made me buy dinner for us two because he wouldn't allow a student under his roof to not have food for themselves.

feral cat dad: Nezu sat me down and told me the same thing I told you and, after the Sports Festival, I actually bought myself and four friends dinner at a nice restaurant to celebrate me and my friend's winning tie and I paid the bill without even thinking about it.

gay salt: Wait, there was a tie at the sports festival?

feral cat dad: The first year rounds fifteen years ago, the only winning tie because we refused to fight again.

gay salt: I'll have to watch that and see my badass teacher fighting.

feral cat dad: The sports festivals are all free to watch on your televisions in your rooms, no need to pay to watch on YouTube.

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