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Second Son (IV) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: Dumbledore's Army gears up in the Room of Requirements and Regulus reveals information that demonstrates the extent of his magical prowess.

Part III / Part V / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x Gender Neutral Reader

Notes: Not canon compliant, Tweaks to canon magic, Cursing

Harry made a fine teacher and if you weren't positive that he was leaning towards becoming an auror, you would have jumped at the chance to sing his praises to Dumbledore.

The meeting at Hog's Head started off rocky, but by the end of the trio's speech, everyone was convinced to sign the membership paper that carved their fates.

Of course, Umbridge somehow had ears and eyes everywhere and not even a week went by before she became suspicious of your group.

Thus, her proclamation for the dissolution of all student organizations went into effect.

Bloody ministry folks and their paranoia.

Regulus found her "Educational Decrees" to be the most ridiculous abuse of power and you had never seen him so fired up about something before.

He sure did take education seriously.

Despite Umbridge's warnings, everyone who was a part of the D.A showed their commitment by attending every meeting regardless. Soon, the tense air that uneased everyone dissipated as lively chatter and adrenaline dominated the space.

Your latest meeting in the Room of Requirements left you flabbergasted by the depth of skill and perseverance shown by a few individuals.

Currently, you were lazing on your bed, fawning over everyone's progress, "Hm, Reg, you should have seen it. Ginny's reducto was truly marvelous."

Your eyes glitter as you recall the moment Ginny managed to absolutely demolish the practice dummy, stunning her older brothers into silence.

Which reminded you that you would need to ask her about her acclaimed Bat-Bogey hex in the future.

"No need for me to see it. I heard it. Indeed, she is quite a formidable witch."

There was a weird edge to his tone, but you tried not to think much of it because you were having a strange gut feeling that he was off-put by your praise towards Ginny.

He was being quite strange today.

You still weren't quite sure how far you could push him for answers and the last thing you wanted was for your friendship to be strained.

Instead, you opted to gloss over your observation and continue rambling on. It was currently past curfew and you had warded your bed with silencing charms a couple of times, too paranoid to risk exposing Regulus.

There was a certain subject that you couldn't help but dwell on. Frankly, it was eating away at your patience and sanity.

After a few moments, you worked up the courage to bring it up, "Reg."

"Hm?"

You hesitated, peering down at him and meeting his attentive gaze, "This is going to sound crazy, but do you think there's any way for you to... not be a painting? I mean, I've just been wondering about it. Like, what if I could somehow bring you into the physical plane."

"Is that why your head has been up in the clouds so much, little bird?" He smiles teasingly at your offended look, having taken a liking to ruffling your feathers as of late.

(Fuck. Did you just accidentally make a pun out of that nickname?)

You gape at him before replying, more flusteredly than you appreciated, "Little bird? I know you said that to throw me off, Reg. So, don't try to change the topic!"

Regulus sighs quietly before looking at you steadily, "I just don't want you to be disappointed, Y/N. You shouldn't worry about me, I'll be just fine as your personal pocket portrait."

He pauses before continuing, posture growing rigid at his next words, "Besides, I don't need you experimenting with dangerous magic. In fact, that is the last thing I want you to do."

"But-"

He fixes you with a stern look, eyebrows raising in challenge.

You nod in defeat, deciding to file away your thoughts for another time. It wouldn't do any good to try and bring Regulus back while Voldemort was still running amuck, anyway.

Successfully placated, you conceded, "Okay. I just care a lot about you is all. Promise you'll tell me if you become dissatisfied with this arrangement."

He smiled faintly, shaking his head in fondness, "I know. I promise I will. But you don't have to worry your little head about it anytime soon."

His teasing was insufferable. But you‘d let him win the argument this time.

Your heart was racing in your chest and you flipped over onto your back, dazedly staring up at the canopy of curtains above your bed.

You were growing worried. At first you had assumed you were suffering from a minor medical condition, after all your heart had some pretty brutal scares from the twins over the summer. But as time passed, you concluded that you were suffering from a crush.

A minute, itty-bitty crush. On Regulus.

Who were you kidding. You were smitten for a bloody portrait. It was incredulous. Seriously, you were tempted to ask for a psych evaluation, but Madam Pomfrey would likely dose you into a coma and have Dumbledore ship you off to St. Mungo's.

But, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that Regulus wasn't just some dusty painting. He was vibrant and sarcastic. He could read you like an open book and he always looked out for you.

He was so alive.

Whoever had painted him captured his magical essence and personality so well, you were almost certain that he was exactly like his deceased, human counterpart.

Really, you couldn't decide if you were grateful towards the artist or if you wanted to hex them for making you feel the way you did.

You were like a bloody crup puppy tripping over your own tail for him.

How maddening.

Luckily, you didn't have much time to beat yourself up over it as Harry had approached you the very next morning with his own romantic dilemma.

"So...you guys kissed?"

"Yes."

You teetered with your thoughts for a few seconds, trying to make sense of Harry's grimace, "And it wasn't...ideal?"

"Well, she was crying so it was more wet and salty than anything."

"Bloody hell. Was that your first kiss, Harry?"

The boy gapes at the question and seems to come to a realization, lips furling down at whatever he was thinking about.

You couldn't stop the chuckle from leaving your lips, laying a comforting hand on your friend's shoulder, "It's okay, Harry. Besides, now you can move on from her. Plus, not everyone can say that their first kiss was with their first crush."

The boy shakes his head to rid of his thoughts, fixing his glasses (a habit you noticed he did whenever he was stressed).

Sighing, you tilt your head, "I'm assuming there's more to this story then?"

Harry looks like he's conflicted on whether or not to answer, but ultimately gives in, "She was crying over Cedric."

Ah, shit.

You eloquently mustered up a quiet, "Oh."

Harry nods along as if he was used to being the scapegoat of all of the universe's jokes. You couldn't help but feel terrible for your friend, it seemed that every school year was more traumatizing than the last.

"Don't worry, Harry. You're both going through your own issues, and you'll have plenty of chances at love in the future. Plus, you're going to look bloody cool today when you demonstrate that Patronus charm of yours."

Regulus had worn you down with his teaching, but you could perform most of the spells in the curriculum in your sleep now. The only spell you had never attempted before was the Patronus charm, always being daunted by the difficult spell.

Harry seems to perk up a little at your words and you could see the gears turning as he planned out his approach to the next lesson.

He really would make a fantastic professor.

A little bit later, after your classes, you figured that you could chat with Regulus for a bit before the D.A. meeting. As you tugged the curtains to cover your bed, casting a silencing spell, you quickly pulled Regulus out of your robe pocket.

You couldn't help the bright smile that overtook your face at the sight of him, "Hey there, Reg."

The boy smiles gently at your excitement before it's wiped away by a serious look. He was certainly much warmer with you than when you first met, but he was still quite guarded.

No matter. You were stubborn. You could wait for him to open up.

"Little bird. Did you want to discuss Harry's unfortunate love life or did you want to learn the Patronus charm ahead of time?"

You groan a little at the nickname, "I swear, I need to come up with a nickname for you now. But, wait, Reg, you can cast a patronus?"

The boy looks ready to retort, but you're quick to clarify your words, "I mean, not that I doubt your skills. It's just that I've always assumed that..."

Regulus, luckily, is not offended by your explanation and saves you from your fumbling, "That death eaters are incapable of casting it, right? Well, you're not wrong in the assumption. To my knowledge, many are unable to. I know the mechanisms of the spell, but I have only ever been able to cast it once."

Merlin, why did you even ask, he was literally capable of everything.

"Once? While you were still a student here, then?" Your defeated mumble of questions only slightly gave away your disappointment at his inability to be flawed.

Regulus looks as if he was expecting the question, a small smile tugging at his lips, "No. I was able to cast it after my death."

After his death?

Oh.

OH.

Your eyes were nearly bulging from your head, "Portraits have the capabilities to cast magic? No. No, that's just a you thing, right? Merlin, I was already in awe by how sentient you are, but this exceeds all my expectations."

Yes, Regulus was flawless. He was not merely blessed by Mother Magic, he was dearly loved by her.

Your nerves were buzzing and you were suddenly more awake than you were before. While you brung your finger to run along the frame of his portrait, Regulus seemed to finish gathering his thoughts.

It appeared that he was debating whether or not he should satiate your curiosity. Apparently, this topic was another one of his secrets.

Crossing his arms lightly across his chest, he answers quietly, "Yes, it is highly uncommon for any portrait to be as aware as I. Being able to cast magic was more of an experimentation of mine. Many wizards and witches do not delegate the necessary time frame to their portraits so it may be this nuanced. They usually only cover the basics: appearance, humor, and eccentricity. But, I just happened to spend many years before my death transferring all my knowledge and memories into this portrait."

"Years?" you echoed.

"Years." He nodded in confirmation, eyes unfocusing as he seemed to delve into past memories, "I always knew I'd take his mark growing up, so I commissioned for a portrait to be done beforehand. Luckily, I had it repainted over shortly before my death."

His explanation is a heavy, but not an unwelcome one.

So this was what Regulus looked like before he died. He was so young. You had always assumed that his portrait looked like him years before his passing.

The gears in your head were turning as you processed this new information, realizing that likely, very few people were privy to this knowledge on portraits.

For the sake of the wizarding world, you would keep this information from public ears.

It would be cataclysmic to have Voldemort live on and command his followers through a portrait.

"Thank you for telling me, Reg. I appreciate it."

The boy simply nods, a heavy weight seemingly easing off his shoulders. This was the first time he had divulged heavy information about his past, and despite how fleeting it was, you were appreciative nonetheless.

Suddenly a realization hit you and you perked up on the spot, "Wait, Reg. You said you can cast the patronus charm, right? Was it corporeal?"

Regulus doesn't grace you with an answer, but the twinkle in his eye and the smirk on his face already told you everything you needed to know, a youthful glow suddenly shrouding his face. Unbelievable. A bloody portrait casted a fully corporeal patronus before you.

Your awe only grows once the D.A. meeting starts.

Harry doesn't even begin the meeting by saying anything, he simply takes his wand out and casts his spell into the air with a firm Expecto Patronum.

A burst of bright, blue light whirls like a tide before manifesting into a large stag, the light of the patronus illuminating Harry's gleeful eyes.

Everyone in the room stares in wonder as his patronus galianty runs in circles above their heads before bursting into a sprint through the wall, disappearing, just as Harry tucks his wand away.

"Well that's one hell of an opening."

Your words are met with a few nods and chuckles as Harry grins in your direction. Harry then begins to break down the wand movements necessary to cast the charm and supplies everyone with tips on how to cast it quicker.

You were not going to let Regulus beat you out, you were going to cast a bloody patronus today if it's the last thing you'd do. So you continue to listen to (Professor) Harry attentively, fiddling with your wand in anticipation.

You remember what Harry had told you in third year, the year he learned to cast it. You needed to bring forth a strong, happy memory in your head.

Taking in a deep breath, you maneuver your wand in front of you and narrow your eyes into the air, almost as if willing your patronus to sprout from your wand just from desire alone.

A happy memory. Happy. First year. Meeting Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Running around Hogwarts and beating up the troll in the lavatory. —You wondered if Harry's memory had anything to do with your friend group.

The little blue light that peeked from your wand immediately evaporated as you lost concentration, causing you to silently curse yourself. Focus.

Happy. Third year. Sneaking around with your friends and watching Harry blast Snape across the Shrieking Shack. Happy. Fourth year. Laughing with Ron as Harry got flustered around Cho. Happy. Happy. Finding Regulus.

The small wisp of blue light that you conjured grows a little bigger and brighter.

Yes. Regulus.

Laughing with Regulus. Laughing at Regulus. Learning from Regulus.

Making Regulus smile for the first time in the disappearing room at Grimmauld Place.

Regulus giving you his ring. Feeling the cool silver against your skin for the first time. Watching Regulus‘ eyes unconsciously drift towards the ring whenever you waved your hands around.

Suddenly, you're pulled from your thoughts by a sudden burst of blue light in front of you. You are still rather overwhelmed by the thought of Regulus. Until you're not.

You don't exactly register the next few moments of time, being vaguely aware of Harry's shout of pride and everyone's murmurs of awe.

No, you're too distracted. Not because it was the thought of Regulus that allowed you to cast a fully corporeal patronus.

No, it's because as you're watching your patronus move around in the air, you realize that you're screwed.

A sparrow. A little bird.

Your patronus. Did it manifest from how much you secretly enjoyed the nickname? If so, you certainly did not like the implications of that.

The sparrow circles around your stunned body one last time before flying through the ceiling and disappearing. Your shock recedes as you see Ginny and Luna successfully cast their patronuses as well, just in time for a deep rumble to reverberate around the walls.

Turning to face the entrance of the room, dust clouds your vision as your ears begin to ring. Rubble lays astrew on the floor and you blurrily bring your hand to swat away the dust in front of you, feeling someone grasp at your shoulder to keep you upright.

As the dust settles and you're pushed back into the coherence of reality, you bring your gaze towards the perpetrator.

Standing proudly at the newly blasted hole in the wall were Umbridge and the Inquisitorial Squad, a shamefaced Cho held by Draco's side.

Merlin be damned. Harry's love life is a proper mess.

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fortuna-et-cataclysmos · 11 months

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Collusion and the political victory of Gabriel/Monarch

I have already analysed the quite obvious and less obvious references to the French Revolution in my previous post. Now let's discuss the internal politics at play in Collusion.

Status Quo

At the beginning of the episode, we have the following situation:

André Bourgeois is the Mayor of Paris and he is part of and controlled by the wealthy elite (see how Tsurugi-san asks Gabriel to convince André to accept their business plan)

Ladybug and Chat Noir are recognised as legitimate law enforcers by the state

The Monarch is public enemy

The Trigger

When André Bourgeois refuses to obey Gabriel's wishes, he triggers a series of events that change the status quo:

Gabriel slanders André Bourgeois's reputation thanks to his personal friendship with him

Simultaneously, he creates an akuma victim, Mlle. Sans Culotte, whose sole aim is to rid Paris of André Bourgeois

Simultaneously, he gives Chloé the tools necessary take over the government

The French republican and revolutionary ideals frequently find place in Miraculous episodes. In Darkblade, Adrien's fencing teacher is defeated by André Bourgeois at the mayoral elections and tries to take the Hôtel de Ville by force. In Heroes' Day, the people of Paris set a popular uprising against the akumas to help the heroes (thanks to @halfahelix for helping me find this episode!). In Mega Leech, the students revolt against the Mayor who wanted to destroy the park. And in the s4 finale, despite the heroes defeat, the people get out in the street to support them and to show the Monarch that they are not afraid of him.

The thing is that, always (if there is a counter-example I am forgetting, please let me know) the Monarch is at the opposing side of the people's will. However this once, he is actually supporting, empowering Sans Culotte?

This weirdness is also pointed out by Ladybug:

I find it strange that the Monarch is supporting a revolutionary.

It is, indeed weird that Gabriel is not only empowering the revolutionary, but also her polar opposite, the personification of the elite: Chloé.

We learn the reason for this choice when Monsieur Bourgeois steps down: Gabriel wanted to put Ladybug and Chat Noir in a position that would make it seem like they are involved in politics.

This is no easy task when Ladybug and Chat Noir are so careful in maintaining their distance from politics. In other superhero fiction, especially those which are a bit more on the realistic side, there are instances where superheroes use their excessive force to assume or sway political power. Even in the Miraculous Universe, the President of the United States is a super hero! But coming from this country with a strong culture of republic and democracy, Ladybug and Chat Noir refuse to do so. Even when Ladybug receives a crown as a lucky charm, she refuses to support either side.

Ladybug: It is not us who should decide who is the Mayor and who is not.

Unfortunately, Ladybug and Chat Noir's efforts to be neutral are negated by Gabriel's plan.

The thing is, no matter what would have happened in that room, it would have ended up with making Ladybug and Chat Noir look bad. The moment the video was released, André Bourgeois's days as the Mayor was already over: he would either step down, or be forced by Mlle. Sans Culotte. The fact that Ladybug and Chat Noir were in the room when this dramatic change in power happened is what doomed them.

If you look closely, you can see that both Ladybug and Chat Noir's attention and weapons completely directed at the Sans Culotte. They weren't attacking her because they wanted to give her a chance to reason with the Mayor, but they were ready to if she did anything but talking. Unfortunately, for the cameras which entered the room at that moment, along with Chloé's accusations, it seemed like Ladybug and Chat Noir were the ones who forced the Mayor out.

As such, with his little manoeuver, Gabriel rids of both André Bourgeois (whom he can't control anymore) and his long-time nemeses Ladybug and Chat Noir.

The Coup

If we are to pull parallels from real historical cases, very often revolutions are followed by a vacuum of power and periods of instability. This instability, more often than not, can turn into violence and in many cases, armed interventions realised to supposedly bring stability can lead to the rise to dictators.

In this case, the revolution doesn't turn violent, but only because the Mayor decides to step down by his own volition and Mlle. Sans Culotte decides to drop her arms (by deakumatising). The very real possibility of revoluationary violence (as refered by Ladybug, a Reign of Terror, explained further here), is averted.

However, Gabriel masterfully manages to make it seem that it happened still.

Why? Because of Chloé's Coup. I don't think that it would be farfetched to call it a coup for two reasons: even in this frame, you can see Chloé come into the physical space that represents power (the Mayor's room) with the following:

An army of robocops (force)

Cameras (media)

In a real Coup attempt, the aim is to overpower whomever is in power with literal show of force. And indeed, not only the robocops attack Ladybug and Chat Noir, but also nearly manage to capture them if it weren't for Chat Noir's cataclysm. Which means that the robocops' strengh is similar to that of Ladybug and Chat Noir and do constitute them a real threat.

Secondly, controlling the media narratives following a Coup is what placates the population and attempts to convince them that the Coup was legitimate. It is not for nothing that putshists usually prioritise radio and TV buildings during their Coup. And here we see that thanks to Gabriel and Tsurugi-san, Chloé has the control of the media.

Like many leaders who rise out of a Coup, Chloé also adopts a narrative of democracy, saying that she is doing everything for the will of people. Except that, she can't even spell out democracy, and that shows how insincere she actually is in her promise.

The New Order

Now what? What is the new situation?

André Bourgeois is replaced by Chloé, who is a puppet to both Gabriel and Lila. From one puppet to another. Except that now, he doesn't know that his puppet Chloé is controlled by someone else.

The Monarch, Ladybug, and Chat Noir are declared public enemy. This may make it seem like Chloé is being fair, given that all three of them are declared enemy, but actually the Monarch was already a public enemy before all of this. As such, Chloé's ruling hinders only Ladybug and Chat Noir, and weakens them considerably against the Monarch.

How will things play out for the heroes?

We still don't know what the public acceptance of Chloé will be. She is a spoiled kid in charge of a city, after all. But also she is guided by master manipulator Lila and supported by the ultimate elite of the city, the Agreste and the Tsurugi families.

The Resistance established by Nino had always intended to support Ladybug and Chat Noir, so they will probably continue doing that.

Ladybug and Chat Noir will need to rely on each other a lot more because now they are literally outlaws.

I am quite satisfied that I saw this happening back when I discussed Reunion, and I am pleasantly surprised that André Bourgeois did the right thing for once.

I really can't wait to see more outlaw Ladybug and Chat Noir!

Also, if you liked this, maybe you'd like to check my other analyses here :3

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml season 5 #ml collusion #from fortuna #ml analysis

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cece693 · 3 months

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Talk it Out (Steve Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader)

This is inspired by the Tony vs. Steve debates arising when Civil War premiered. I believe both were at fault—but what if there was a voice of reason who diffused the situation?

Summary: Being related to the genius Tony Stark had many benefits, but being stuck in an argument between him and your fiance, Steve Rogers, was never anticipated.

Being a Stark had its fair share of perks: a hefty bank account, influential power, looks that turn heads. But what the public was unaware of was the messy family drama, courtesy of Howard Stark. Despite the world applauding him as a genius inventor, at home, he was anything but wonderful. Work seemed to be his one true love, leaving little room for the whole parenting gig. Affection and care for his kids, especially name, were as rare as a unicorn. And when the Stark siblings were paid attention, it was mostly due to the public image Howard wanted to construct as a loving father.

So, when Tony decided to start flying around New York as Iron Man, name wanted nothing to do with it. Don't get them wrong, they loved their brother, but staying out of the limelight gave name the peace they longed for since childhood. No image they had to uphold nor expectations they needed to live up to, name was content spending their remaining days working on the numerous charities and foundations Stark Industries supported. Name wasn't interested in the media at all, but they guessed being related to Tony Stark and dating fellow Avenger, Captain America aka Steve Rogers would throw that plan out the window.

Their relationship with the Captain had been a surprise to all; meant to be kept a secret from the public, with only the Avengers and Tony (obviously) knowing. However, when a picture leaked of them holding hands, the world went crazy. With everyone, even news channels, speculating the nature of their relationship, it was name who ultimately decided to clear up rumors. Yes, they were dating Captain America, and what about it? The world had bigger problems than worrying about stranger's love affairs. So, even if the public knew about their romance, name withheld that they were also engaged.

But as name said, the world had bigger problems. And indeed they had. After a failed attempt by Loki to take over the world, alongside Ultron's failed destruction of said world, their plate was full. It didn't need unnecessary drama thrown into it: like Steve and Tony bickering due to the recently written Sokovia Accords.

"You're being irrational!"

"Sue me Rogers for wanting to protect the world."

Rolling their eyes, name didn't understand how a friendship like Steve and Tony's was being destroyed over something as stupid as the Accords. If they were being honest, both men were acting like children.

"Can't you guys just talk it out?" Name spoke, sitting up from their seat to glare at their brother and fiance. "I know Tony's a drama queen—"

"Hey!"

"But I expect better from you, Steve. Now, I'm going out with Pepper for lunch. When I return, you better have resolved this or else." Kissing both men's cheeks, name left the room. Looking at each other, Tony and Steve thought the same thing.

'Name is scary when they want to be.'

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diabloo-666 · 4 months

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Do you hate the way Soul Eater's anime ended? I personally didn't mind the ending that much

No, I don't hate it either! ^^

I've got the whole serie on my bookshelf, watched the whole anime, I actually kind of like that the endings for each are different!

The anime one can be seen as a "good ending", knowing how little casualties they were, Asura was gone for good as well. The manga's, I like to call it a "neutral" one, there's a huge threat still looming over the protags' heads, the reason why it is that way is logical (everybody fear something. It's only normal and human), there were lots more interesting events that happened as well.

And to write a bit more, there is, personally, one way that the manga was "better": How it handled Asura.

In the anime, it was indeed a threat lingering everywhere, the culminating point, like in the manga, but sensibly less than it. The final battle really crystallised that well.

Asura is a freaking. God. A god went mad by his irrational fear of absolutely everything. The dude is everyphobia incarnated and so much that it draws power from it and actually distort the world around by his mere existence, thus why Lord Shinigami had to seal him in the first place.

With such power.... I kind of find it quite anti-climatic that the Main Gang somehow managed to stop him for good with a power of friendship infused punch... (what they did in the anime). The manga manages to illustrate (haha, because it's drawn, get it?) better how powerful he is, how tiring and stretching the battle was. They managed to "defeat" him, not even totally, because they went on his side, they played his "game" for power. They used Black Blood and especially the help of Crona. Without them, the plan wouldn't have succeeded. And all of this was WITHIN Asura himself. Meaning that, outside, the guy's practically invisible. Actually, he is, since he is sealed again. Not killed, sealed. The amount of death on Shibusen's side is also not negligible after that. The final is more satisfying overall.

They got an understanding ground with the Witches, something that wasn't possible before due to the Hunt, so a Demonic Weapon can become a Death Scythe, Kid is more mature, Maka and Soul's realtionship got stronger, Black☆Star... well, it's Black☆Star, what else do you expect, but he did grew, all of them grew alongside their partners...

To conclude...

As stated in the start, no. I do not hate the gecko ending of the anime, I like it. I'm with you here! But I do have a strong preference for the manga one, some of the reasons why are stated above.

#soul eater #ask #rambling #sorry half not sorry #anime #manga #text #hope i answered your question!#i don't know it if shows but i tried to not spoil much...#i still kinda did tho but hey #i wouldn't be clear if i didn't

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i-did-not-mean-to · 9 months

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Unverfroren

This last one has been written for my beloved husband...who has requested Gothmog x OC for some (to me) unfathomable reason.

As ever, his wish is my command though. Gotty and my husband are my best boys after all.

Words: 1098

Characters: Gothmog x OC (Nienna, Estë, background Angbang)

Prompt: Frozen Treats

Warnings: Nothing. There's ice cream

“It’s your turn,” Lady Estë smiled at the small Maia awaiting the list of tasks. “They have been restless for a while now and we’d prefer if someone went to make sure everything is all right.”

Out of habit and sly caution, she—whose name was the soft sigh of the west wind caressing the weeping willows—made sure to express her distaste and reluctance as clearly as possible.

“Don’t make that face,” Lady Nienna chided softly. “We all know that you delight in this particular assignment.”

At the beginning of all things, the Maia who was now mostly known as V had been but a wandering spirit, watching the murky pools and treacherous marches and warning wayward wanderers.

In time though, she had been recruited by Lady Nienna for her unusual but highly effective brand of solace. Indeed, V cultivated an unafraid, rather hands-on kind of comfort and thus, Lady Estë—good-sister to her official Mistress—had been known to borrow the brazen Maia in times of need.

“It is even said that you’ve struck up a fragile friendship with the Lord of Balrogs,” Lady Estë muttered as if to herself; V flinched back as if struck, puckering her lips and drawing her brows together to exacerbate the outward impression of unwillingness.

“We do not judge you,” Lady Nienna interjected soothingly, “for it is good and proper to extend a, if not friendly then at least neutral, hand to those who have long abided in the everlasting darkness.”

V sighed—she knew that the Lady of Mercy meant every word passing her colourless, trembling lips. Many had called her credulous and naïve, but—within her heart of hearts—V agreed.

Even though the enemies of the Valar and the Children alike had been banished to the deepest, remotest spaces that had ever been sung into existence, they were still part of the great symphony of creation and thus, they were attended by an ever-changing roster of Maiar.

“I shall check on them promptly then,” V muttered, recognising that her desperate charade was not fooling anyone, and withdrew.

While she made her way to the wavering limits of the Forbidden Realm, V mused about her Ladies' stance—it was unfortunate and hardly advisable to be so distracted upon undertaking a challenge of this magnitude, but, as had been pointed out so flippantly, she was used to the unfortunate creatures beyond the impermeable veil before her.

"V," the Dark Lord called imperiously as soon as she had slipped through, his voice reverberating mightily, "good that you've come. Gothmog needs your help."

Rolling her eyes in a dangerous act of defiance that betrayed her lack of fear and awe, she gave a curt nod.

By the Valar's decree, Melkor—the implacable foe—had been robbed of a good part of his power and influence to avoid another unfortunate incident that might upset the peace and balance of the Blessed Realm.

Nevertheless, he seemed to delight in discomfiting and frightening the other Maiar who came to check on the state of things regularly.

V knew not what exactly made her different from her peers, after all, conforming to uniformity was a prerequisite of her station, but the Dark Lord seemed to have taken a peculiar liking to her.

"You're his favourite," he declared with a wink and waved his huge, clawed hand in a random direction.

The smoky, diaphanous walls of the pseudo-room flickered and V found herself in a rudimentary kitchen.

Maybe, she thought with a guilty grin, it had been the many tiny items and alterations she had snuck into this accursed place to alleviate the perilous boredom gnawing on the prisoners.

The Valar, she knew, were never more dangerous and lethal than when they were bored or frustrated.

This also held true for Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, fellow Maia, and the most gloriously charming creature in all of creation.

"Hello you," V called in a slightly breathless voice, "I've heard you needed my assistance?"

A deep frown marred the fiery brow of the formerly much-dreaded demon as he turned around, a small pot—wrapped in several layers of protective cloth—in his claws.

“Since when does a Balrog need oven mittens?” V laughed, shaking her head and stepping closer as her curiosity made her forget about the very strict safety regulations she was supposed to follow.

“It’s not hot,” Gothmog grumbled with a crooked grin, “it’s cold.”

Astonished, V leaned over the pot.

“It’s something Lord Melkor has created for Mairon—I wanted to recreate it for their anniversary but…you can see why certain problems would arise, can’t you?”

V pressed her lips together to suppress a snigger; the mere mental image of the dreadful Lord of Darkness making iced cream for his beloved was too endearing and funny to be borne with a straight face.

Moreover, she could not help but be utterly bewitched by the earnest effort Gothmog had put into his own plan despite the foreseeable setbacks a fire Maia would invariably encounter with frozen treats.

“Here,” she purred, letting her hands caress along the back of his own soothingly. “Let me help you.”

Sliding in between the massive, partially crystalline body of her hereditary foe and the sturdy wooden workbench she had dragged all the way to this Eru-forsaken place for him, V stirred the already thawing slush before lifting the spoon—a utensil deemed safe even by Manwë—to her face.

Again, she was amazed. The ice cream was actually, undeniably good—neither too sweet nor too bland—and her prickling lips curved upward instantly.

“Does it burn?” Gothmog asked, worried, and laid his massive paws on V’s slender shoulders as if to dispel the adverse effect he seemed to expect his creation to have on her. “Lord Melkor and Mairon do enjoy a dash of pain at times…”

“I am fine,” V laughed, turning around in his embrace and boldly leaning her cheek against the searing heat of his chest. “Thank you for asking though. Tell me, dear prisoner, how much of this have you made?”

She certainly did not seek to rob the incarnations of literal evil of their rare and probably well-deserved treat.

“Oh, there are pots and pots of aborted attempts,” Gothmog admitted dejectedly.

“Well,” V said slyly, “it would be a shame to let it all go to waste.”

Remembering the jeering and benign mockery of her superiors, she did not mind giving them the time to worry about her whereabouts and well-being for a while. Especially, if she could eat delicious ice cream with her favourite “chore”.

@fellowshipofthefics: this concludes July for me. I've filled every prompt at least once. Thank you again for this amazing event!

#og post #fotfics july event #Gothmog x OC #Gotty best boy #Frozen treats #fotfics summer stories #Week 4 #IDNMT writes #fanfiction #writing #tolkien writing #jrrt

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Hey!!! It's 🇧🇷 anon here! How are you?

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Well... can I request yandere Snake Fruit Cookie and Tainted Vanilla Cookie (separately) with a darling that is a dragon with a level equal to or higher than the Longan Dragon but instead of using it for evil they just don't use it or use it to help everyone?

Well... I don't know if this idea I had would fit with the yandere themes but... If you think it doesn't fit then you can make a normal relationship

And yes... I'm making a request for a character from your CRK AU (I hope you accept requests with your AU characters)

I’m sick, I guess to put it simply. This cold is getting worse and better at the same time. Tbh I kinda waited for something to come from you. Idk why I just expected something.

You didn’t specify headcanons or a fic so I just went with something in between.

Sorry last comment. Yes, I definitely do accept requests for my Villain AU. It helps me sort out thoughts and kinda get a better idea.

Tw: Kidnapping, snake bite/venom usage, mentions of murder, blood (strawberry jam), yandere itself lmao, feeling of being unaccepted (idk if this is a Tw)

(I made banners (⌒▽⌒))

Doesn’t use powers

Snake Fruit would have mixed feelings.

They hate the fact you’re a dragon at first. After all, you’re already what they strive so hard to be. So before they start to obsess, they interact with you in a malicious way.

Let’s say you were friendly or on good terms with Longan Dragon. So one day, while you were visiting the palace, Snake Fruit was taking orders from Longan. Curious to see who this new cookie was, you asked Longan.

“A snake who is desperate to become a dragon. They try to hide themselves and act like an obedient servant, but I know their intentions. All they want to do is overthrow my position. Such a disgrace indeed.”

Since then, you’ve been defensive whenever you passed by them in the long corridors. Likewise, whenever they greeted you there was underlying venom.

That was until they eavesdropped on your conversation with Longan.

“Why don’t you use your powers? Surely you must use them for something.”

“No, I just find no reason to use them. I don’t have any enemies, nor do I have the hunger for power like you.”

This piqued Snake Fruit’s curiosity. It’s quite ironic for a dragon to not use their powers. Especially one as powerful as Longan. Wanting to know more, they observed you more closely.

If you visit the palace they’ll greet you as per normal, but occasionally they’ll ask questions about your life.

“Ssay, you sseem to be living the liberty. Do you do anything elsse during your never-ending leissure?”

“I do like to observe the outside world from my living space. It’s interesting to see cookies do many different things.”

“You must usse your powerss to ssee around the world then!”

“Surprisingly no. I usually just sit next to my window and look at the civilization below.”

As they learn more, the more they appreciate your humbleness and neutrality when seeing other cookies.

In their mind, they see you as someone who believes power do not define social status. This especially makes them happy since they get called out at for being weak or fake. (From dragons at least)

Soon enough they become friendly and the poison between each other washed away; replaced with a friendship that soon turned into a more concerning relationship.

Snake Fruit now would follow you whenever they could. It was fine until one day, they appeared at your doorstep with tea and jellies in hand.

“Hello my friend! I’ve brought ssnackss for us to sshare!”

They would force themselves into your home and lounge around with you. Sitting beside you a little bit too close for friends. Staring into your cookie-soul with a smile that hid the true intentions. That’s when you started to get overwhelmed.

After a few months, you finally broke and confronted Snake Fruit; telling them that they’re being too unsettling. Finally, Snake Fruit hissed and in mere seconds they coiled themselves around you.

“We are on equal levelss you and I. You are the only who ssees my wayss, and treat with me with the resspect I’ve desired. I can’t sstop myself anymore. I need you by my sside, forever…”

In a state of panic, you struggled to decide your next action.

Should you use your power? No, you’ve sworn that you wouldn’t use them. Attack them? But what would occur in the future?

Your thoughts were stopped by a sharp pain going through your body. Snake Fruit had bit you.

You immediately started to feel weaker, limbs unable to struggle from the bind. Fatigue weighed you down, causing your brain to cease thinking properly.

“I’m glad you haven’t ussed your powerss. You really do love me don’t you? It’ss good that you only get weaker from my bite…And not death.”

In a few minutes your eyes started to droop, putting you to sleep. In your last moments of consciousness, you heard snickering and the feeling of being placed onto a cushion.

Snake Fruit had kidnapped you to their home, in their sedan with their servants. In power, just like how you once were.

Tainted Vanilla wouldn’t care too much. Except for the fact that you don’t care about status in terms of power. To him, that is a relief. After dealing with so much abandonment from his curse, it makes him feel accepted. (Snake Fruit and TV are similar for status lmao)

He definitely likes to ask why you don’t like using your powers.

“Say, you never use your powers. Even for the hardest tasks, you still don’t. Is there a reason why?”

“I like to think myself equal to all the cookies in this world. It makes me feel more in-touch with the present. Unlike Longan, who unfortunately cannot see the world is not only about power.” (Longan pulling a Raiden Shogun moment)

TV never liked change, it always made him feel uncomfortable; but seeing you wanting to accept all changes no matter what made him also want to accept change.

“Maybe I need to accept the fact Light Enchantress doesn’t see me as the same. Or is she just blind?”

There can be both a positive and negative end for Tainted Vanilla. The positive one being that he realizes people change, and so must he. The negative one being him going even more berserk and end up killing his beloved friend.

When he realizes he needs to change, he’ll stop wanting acknowledgement from Light Enchantress. Instead, he’ll just fight for the betrayal his comrades went through. It doesn’t mean he isn’t a little crazy though.

He won’t hesitate to bury his dough arms into strawberry jam.

Going back to the negative one, he’ll slowly start to doubt L. Enchantress even more and snaps. Before, he only wanted her to acknowledge the fact that he is still Vanilla cookie, and is only troubled with a curse that’s been cast upon him. Now, he wants total punishment.

He wants to see her in pain. For her to feel the torture he went through when she left him behind to crack. To see what devastation truly can be.

“You deserve this. You left me behind to the witches! Today, I stand here with demons and troubled souls haunting my mind and dough every moment!”

“I just couldn’t bare the thought of-”

You know the rest.

Keep in mind though, he’ll still keep you, no matter the ending. You are the only cookie to cure his curse temporarily when he’s around you. Although you’ll have more access to the company of other cookies if he’s happier. ——————————————————I think I just went raging fast with Tainted Vanilla’s…sorry about that.

When I was writing I realized how similar Tainted Vanilla and Snake Fruit are. They have similar problems, and are struggling to fix them.

Anyway, I hope you like it.

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- Celina

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run villan au #tainted vanilla cookie #yandere x reader #cookie run ovenbreak #snake fruit cookie #yandere cookie run #Yandere snake fruit cookie

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usernoneexistent · 2 years

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𝒟ℯ𝓁𝒾𝓁𝒶𝒽 𝒪𝓁ℯ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒶 𝒮𝓌ℯℯ𝓉𝓈

Delilah is another product of a family of 'mad' wizarding geniuses. The Sweets have always encouraged and cultivated academic intelligence in their family though their name has been the latest gossip in the New York scene due to their recent accumulated wealth. As 'new money', many unwelcomed them except for the Rosewoods whom they've always had a tight friendship ever since then. As a young girl, alchemy had always intrigued as the perfect mix of science and magic and her dream is to become a alchemist and paving the way for more girls. Delilah did two exchange years to Hogwarts to be able to properly study alchemy since Ilvermorny did not meet the demands as a subject for HAREs.

𝒫𝓇ℴ𝒻𝒾𝓁ℯ

Nicknames: Lilah or Deli by close family and friends.

Born: 31st December 1880.

Hometown: Manhattan, New York, NY, USA

Nationality/Ethnicity: American white - English & Canadian ancestry.

Language(s) spoken: English (American), moderate Latin and little bit of French.

Accent: Mid-Atlantic/Transatlantic

Blood status: half blood.

Gender identity: witch (she/her).

Sexuality: demisexual.

Face claim: Tiassa Farmiga.

𝒫ℯ𝓇𝓈ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓁

Myers-Briggs Type: ISTP (The virtuoso).

Alignment: true neutral.

Strengths: intelligent, practical, creative, calm under pressure, optimistic.

Weaknesses: private, quiet, straight laced, a little impatient, risk taker (for alchemy), occasionally clumsy.

Interests/hobbies: alchemy, wizarding chess, star gazing, tinkering potions, painting, knitting.

Favourite colour: gold.

Favourite food: cheese.

Favourite drink: oolong tea.

𝒜𝓅𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓈

Height: 1.63m/5'3ft as an adult.

Weight: 54kg/119lbs as an adult.

Hair: light warm brown, naturally wavy and hard to tame.

Eyes: light brown eyes.

Skin: pale white.

Defects: none.

Style: simple yet elegant expensive dresses though she wears an apron often to avoid stains from tinkering.

𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒻𝓉

Wand: Laurel and white river monster spine.

(It is said that a laurel wand cannot perform a dishonourable act, although in the quest for glory (a not uncommon goal for those best suited to these wands), I have known laurel wands perform powerful and sometimes lethal magic. Laurel wands are sometimes called fickle, but this is unfair. The laurel wand seems unable to tolerate laziness in a possessor, and it is in such conditions that it is most easily and willingly won away. Otherwise, it will cleave happily to its first match forever, and indeed has the unusual and engaging attribute of issuing a spontaneous lightning strike if another witch or wizard attempts to steal it.)

Animagus form: owl.

Patronus: seagull.

Patronus memory: watching the stars with Bertie.

Boggart: all potions and alchemy are going wrong (feeling helpless).

Riddikulus: everything is correct and going smoothly.

Amortentia (what does she smell?): honey, falling rain, apricots, vanilla and old books.

Amortentia (what does she smell like?): metallic, smoke, lavender, and honeysuckle.

Magical abilities: verballess magic and wandless magic for practicality.

𝒜𝓉 ℐ𝓁𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓃𝓎

I took the idea for Ilvermorny subjects from here.

Ilvermorny house: Horned Serpent.

Best subjects: transfiguration, arithmancy, astronomy.

Worst subjects: flying & Latin.

Elective classes (3rd year choice): arithmancy, astronomy, magical linguistics, Latin.

Native or foreign magic classes (4th year choice): ancient Egyptian rituals.

Social science class (5th Year choice): magical history of China and Japan.

Quodpot position: none.

Extracurricular: wizarding chess club.

𝒜𝓉 ℋℴ𝓰𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈

Hogwarts house: none (She is only there for two years but is residing with the Hufflepuffs though she is a Ravenclaw at heart).

Best subjects: all except one.

Worst subjects: herbology is the weakess link in her NEWTs but still fairly good.

N.E.W.Ts: alchemy, astronomy, charms, transfiguration, herbology, potions.

Extracurricular: wizarding chess club & art club.

𝒜𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓇 ℋℴ𝓰𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈/ℐ𝓁𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓃𝓎

Age 18-?: Apprentice alchemist.

Age ?-?: Fully fledged alchemist.

Age ?-?: Wrote updated alchemy textbooks with help from Nicolas Flamel's wife Perenelle.

ℛℯ𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈

Family:

Maximus & Umbelina Sweets (parents) - Delilah has a fairly good relationship though they aren't the most warmest people she knows they love her. Maximus is of british decent while Umbelina is partly French canadian though they immigrated to America due to the lax laws for patents. Both parents are considered odd or even 'mad' by society but Delilah always thought them as normal. They're both tinkerers and invented numerous things both useful and useless but it was the magical extender traintracks for steam trains that made them bank.

Horace Sweets (brother) - Due to the 10 year age gap, Horace and Delilah don't have a very close relationship as they were both raised a only children. He's always had a more cold person.

Priscilla Sweets née Appletree (sister-in-law) - Delilah is fairly close to Priscilla due to their closeness on age. She is opposite of her husband in personality and is often the one who makes up for the family's lack of social life.

Theodore Sweets (nephew) - A carbon copy of Horace but he does have his mother's romantic side. Delilah adores her nephew and spoils him.

Aileen Sweets née Moss (niece-in-law) - Delilah struggles to get along with her roudiness and lack of manners but doesn't see the issues with the different social classes that Horace has.

Friends:

Winona Rosewood - Delilah and Winona have known each other since diapers. They are frequent pen pals and visit each other when one of their families comes to their home country for a holiday.

Glenn Rosewood - She respects his intellect and supports his endeavours to being more just. Though she would never snitch to him.

Euphemia Macnair - Drawn to the Slytherin's natural quiet nature, they have a friendship where they can be in silence for hours and be content with it.

Ema McGiliguddy @kc-and-co - Ema and Delilah go way back to their time at Ilvermorny. Though Delilah witnessed Ema's expulsion, she would never tell anyone nor spread anything about that day.

Héloïse Perrault @the-al-chemist - They love a good nerd talk about astronomy and Transfiguration. Delilah picked up a little French from her mother but languages isn't her strong suit.

Victoria Summers @whatwouldvalerydo - They meet through Winona and became quickly friends since Winona would invite Delilah regularly.

Persephone Gould @cursebreakerfarrier - Intrigued by the eccentric but fascinating Ravenclaw, Delilah is fascinated by Persephone's activities and a fan of her books.

Violette Durand @cursed-herbalist - Delilah was happy to find a fellow like minded girl in alchemy and later work a lot together after Hogwarts.

Love interest:

Albert 'Bertie' Burke @madelineorionswan - They started out as friends first meeting sixth year through Winona who kinda pushed them together though the bashful teens remained friends throughout the last years at Hogwarts. After graduation, Delilah moved to America before deciding to live in Britain. There, she and Bertie reconnected and fell in love.

Pets:

Athena 'Thena', a well trained red squirrel that is also her assistant.

Rivals:

While Delilah personally never sees anyone as rivals, she can get competitive in certain things.

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Autism and self-control

“Self-control” is not something you immediately associate with autism, but nonetheless, the two concepts are inter-related. Many autism symptoms have some relationship to self-control.

In this post, I will examine how autism and self-control relate in a critical manner, from a neurodiversity standpoint.

Firstly, what is self-control? The definition I will be using is “the ability to manage impulses, emotions, and behaviours to achieve long-term goals”. Self-control is about sacrificing short-term satisfaction for long-term gain.

Special interests and self-control

Special interests are particularly intense focuses on specific topics which are enjoyed by autistic people and autistic cousins. From an NT perspective, autistic people often seem overly pre-occupied with their special interests. We can talk about them “too much”. They occupy large portions of our time. A more neutral perspective would highlight the pleasure that engaging in special interests can give us, as well as the knowledge and skills we can gain.

There is, however, some evidence that special interests can sometimes lead to a breakdown in self-control. For example, a study asked children to select their favourite from a group of images, and then avoid selecting that image again when it popped up. Autistic children were more likely to keep selecting that image than allistic children.

Studies to one side, I am sure you, as an autistic person, can probably think of a time when engaging in your special interest meant that you forgot to eat or go to bed. There is an interaction with self-control there.

Social skills and self-control

Autistic people are often not good at socialising with NTs. Indeed, this is the symptom that is most apparent to NTs. Some autistic people can seem overly forthcoming: for example, talking excessively about their special interests to people who are not interested, or attempting to maintain a friendship when it is apparent that the other person is not interested.

Equally, though, social anxiety is a common feature of life for autistic people. This is the opposite of a lack of self-control. It is excessive concern about how one is being perceived to the point that it interferes with socialising. People with social anxiety will avoid socialising, not out of self-knowledge, but out of fear.

My experience is that most autistic people will learn to restrict the amount that they talk about their special interests. This is an illustration of autistic people’s ability to exercise self-control. There is a healthy balance to be struck between social anxiety and social domination. Ideally, a constructive relationship is one where both sides make room for the other to talk about their interests, while also setting and following firm boundaries.

Sensory Issues and self-control

Autistic people often have difficulties with our senses. We can be more sensitive or less sensitive to bright lights, loud sounds, temperature, heat, or strong tastes. Sometimes our sensitivities may even seem paradoxical to NTs - we might be extra sensitive in one scenario, but under sensitive in another.

Some may try to frame autistic reactions to unpleasant stimuli as an issue of self-control. Loud noises? Just expose yourself to them and learn to live with them! However, I think this is of limited use.

Routine, familiarity, and self-control

Autistic people are known for our preference for routine, predictability, familiarity, and regularity.

While it is rarely framed this way, I believe autistic preference for routine is actually an expression of self-control, at least in part. Routines can be a way of managing our behaviour to make sure that we get important things done, like eating or brush our teeth.

Self-control and black-and-white thinking

Autistic people often live our lives by rigid rules. In my experience, this allows for quite powerful self-control in certain situations. For example, I earn more money than I spend. It would be quite easy for me to decide to spend the money I earn on things like fancy holidays, up-market food, or designer clothes. But for me, one of my “rules” is that I don’t do that. I mostly buy only things I need and try to save money so that I can be financially independent. This isn’t better or worse than buying things, but it is my preference. It seems to be easier for me to live according to this preference than it is for most people.

Similarly, my impression seems to be that autistic people are better at disciplining themselves to follow rules like “don’t drink”, “don’t abuse people”, or “don’t break the speed limit”. We have strong moral codes and tend to follow those codes.

In General

What constitutes “self-control” should always be defined by the individual. This is because self-control is about the pursuit of the individual’s own goals. If your only goal in life is to rewatch the same TV show, then that is valid - you aren’t exhibiting a lack of self-control if that is what you do. If you are regularly procrastinating when you would rather be doing something more fun or rewarding (at this point, I am staring at myself in the mirror), then you might benefit from practising self-control.

On the other hand, if your long-term goals (whether that’s “maintain good relationships with friends” or “get a better job” or “write that damn novel” or “watch more anime”) are not things that your parents, teachers, therapists, or whoever think you should be focusing on, that isn’t a self-control issue. It could, theoretically, still be an issue - you should care about dental hygiene, for example - but it isn’t an issue of self-control, it is an issue about determining priorities. If you don’t see the point of brushing your teeth, that isn’t self-control. If you see the point of brushing your teeth, but keep getting distracted, or bored, or whatever, then that is a self-control issue.

Self-control is not necessarily easy. Various things might make it harder for autistic people to seem to exhibit the same control as allistic people. Equally, there may be scenarios where it is easier for autistic people to control themselves.

Conclusion

Autism and self-control are related, but not in a straightforward manner. There are some scenarios, particularly around special interests, where autistic people may display less self-control. There are others, especially around routines and ethics, where autistic people may display more self-control. In some scenarios, there may be disagreement about the degree of self-control being exhibited. It is important to judge any individual’s self-control against their personal goals, not the goals other set for them.

#autism #actuallyautistic #actually autistic #neurodiversity

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Good evening, friends and fellow watchers! Here is another edition of Republic News Update:

-Medical breakthrough announced; today the Ministry of Health, alongside members of the Republic medical community, formally announced the discovery of a new type of micro-directed ray treatment; this treatment allows for total destruction of cancerous cells within a sentient body without the use of surgery or other treatment.

"It is a game changer, indeed!" says Minister of Health Faltoz, "with this ray technology - developed in conjunction with years of work from Darexi scientists as well as @elepharchy medical minds - we can now defeat cancerous cells upon detection rather than waiting for traditional methods such as surgery or whole cell destruction."

While cancers in the Republic remain on the decline for the 10th straight year, the treatment brings hope that early detection will allow for quick and targeted destruction of cells within moments.

-@thylakindustrial evacuations update; Almost all Republic citizens visiting or residing in Thylak space have finished their evacuations of the combat zone, bringing with them a total of nearly 150,000 Thylak on board transport ships, civilian cargo vessels, and even remote cargo droid haulers. The Ministry of Defense has issued official disapproval warning against "independent actions" into Thylak space - referring to the several hundred citizens making evacuation runs on their own accord - but does not and has no plans to interfere in the efforts.

So far, settlement efforts continue to run smoothly, with plenty of space left on Friendship or Benevolence Habitat or Marta II. The Chancellor's Office has indicated further evacuation housing is ready to go should the need become great.

-Defense station upgrades "completed ahead of schedule" says Ministry of Defense; The contracted work with the @akkanointerstellardevelopment - to help ensure effective upgrades of defense platforms and border monitoring posts - has concluded several days ahead of projected estimates. Minister of Defense Ka'plet confirmed in a press conference today, stating that the Republic is,

"eternally grateful to our continued friendship and support from the Akkano, who have delivered beyond expected improvements with these upgrades. Total numbers are - unfortunately, classified - but I can share that our defensive monitoring posts are now top of their class in threat detection, neutralization and protection."

Defense insiders say off the record that the upgrades have proven to increase potential power of each station by 15%, a whopping three fold increase of the modestly expected 5-7%.

-Weather: Sunny

In other news, the info-net will be broadcasting the exclusive "@phlaalu Symphonic Orchestra" concert tonight at 10:00 PM LST across all musical frequencies! We urge listeners to tune in for an excitingly stellar performance from our friends!

Thank you for joining us for this edition of Republic News Update! I hope you have a great rest of your day wherever you are.

#stellaris rp #peritainia #stellaris

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ordinarytitan · 2 years

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Once upon a time, I received a call from a girl. This chick was, at the time, the girlfriend of one of my friends. She wanted me to help her organize a party for my friend’s birthday. And because I had some experience at parties, she asked me to meet her at her home and give her a hand. Indeed, only a few days later, I went to her home to help her with my friend’s birthday party. When she opened the door, I felt something strange. She was dressed provocatively. Too provocatively! Nevertheless, I didn’t want to believe that my friend’s girlfriend could do something that would hurt him, so I repulsed all evil thoughts from my mind. Then, we sat on her balcony and began to talk about the party. We organized everything fast, very fast, and then she started talking about my friend… How much she loved him, How much she appreciated him, How amazing he was, etc. All the time she spoke about her boyfriend, I had a strange feeling, and when she finished talking positively about him, she proceeded to talk about their sex life. Honestly, this was information I wasn’t interested in, but, nevertheless, she told me a lot that night! When she finished with her spicy stories, she asked me about my current sex life! About my new girlfriend… I told her some facts about my new girlfriend and then she began to ask me about sex with this new girl. And if I had feelings for her… The more we spoke about sex, the more we became comfortable, and I noticed that we began to stare at each other more lustfully. We had even come closer physical and… I became sure where this would end... She wanted me to give her tough love even if she “loved” my friend and “appreciated” him. I stared at her carefully and then turned my head and looked at her cutch. If it continued like this if a few minutes would grab her, undress her, taste her nice small tits, and give her what she wanted in the couth that laid behind us. And I wanted badly to do this to her. She was precisely the kind of woman that turned me on. To be honest, there was always some spark in the air between us. But then I got stuck. How could I face my friend again if I banged his girl? I mean, she might be a little slut, but he was in love with her. She was “special” to him. No. I couldn’t do that to him. I have been in bed with many women that were married or in a relationship (and I am NOT pound about this… But you do many stupid things when you are young and horny) However, this was too much. My friend was a good guy, and I could never do that to him. I changed my body language, I completely changed the topic to something boring and neutral, and after a few minutes, I pretended that I was tired and left her home. I never told anybody about this incident, and I never gave her the chance to come so close to me again. Why am I telling you this shit? Because when you become good at flirting, some girlfriends or even wives of your friends will hit on you. Listen to me carefully: STAY AWAY FROM TEM! Ok. Just stay away. Even if they try to seduce you. With great power comes great responsibility. Don’t behave like a horny idiot that wants to put his dick in some hole. Ok. YOU ARE NOT AN ANIMAL. Be a man of principles and have respect for your friends. Even if their significant other is a cheap slut. Friendship among men is something sacred. That is the lesson for today. If you want to read more stories on flirting, dating, and seduction, just click the link below and subscribe to my mailing list: www.OrdinaryTitan.com Your Greek buddy Phoenix.

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utilitycaster · 3 years

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Wizard Breakdown Tracker, Episode 140

Welcome to the penultimate Wizard Breakdown Tracker: Four Resurrections and an Ass-Kicking.

When I first started this, I declared my intent was to do this until the comeuppance of Trent Ikithon. That may not happen, so, while I may revive it for hypothetical future one-shots centered specifically around the comeuppance of Trent Ikithon, this tracker will otherwise unsurprisingly end with the campaign next week, with the final statuses of all or at least most of these wizards. Also, for some advance notice, it will almost certainly be delayed until Sunday night.

But this week we are still primarily focusing on the wizard NPC of the Nein. Is he, technically speaking, counted among the Mighty Nein such that any breakdowns induced in him by the Mighty Nein have a self-inflicted component? Yes. Is this unique to Essek's situation, by any means? No.

As a reminder Caleb Widogast is a PC and therefore not included.

Currently sidelined: Ludinus Da'leth, Trent Ikithon, Astrid Beck, the Wulf of Wall Street, Pumat Sol, Oremid Hass, Allura Vyesoren, Yussa Errenis.

Lady Vess Derogna: there is a very high likelihood this may be my primary sendoff for her. So: to Vess. We hardly knew you, which is a little disappointing in that I love watching evil women who are committed in their indifference to anything but their goals, and I would personally watch a campaign that was literally just slowly dismantling the Cerberus Assembly provided there was also some combat and romance on the side, but Lucien is, indeed, the worst.

As the red eyes on her body have disappeared, it's gonna be a little awkward for the Nein to explain that no, she actually was a doomsday cultist to an entity they have since killed. [sidebar: my guess is the Magic Eye Book got swallowed by the city as well, which in unfortunate because I would have like to have watched the Dynasty see THAT particular sailboat. It's no "dunamancy existed and still worked fine, even better, for those who wanted to kill the gods", but it's still in Undercommon and I still expect it will put them in a very uncomfortable place.]

I do wonder what her afterlife has been like. The neutral evil outer planes do not seem like a great time, but honestly if I were her I'd probably be lying on the ground in Gehenna right now, looking up into the ash-strewn sky like "you know...I could have done better than Lucien, that fucking hack." Or perhaps "well, at least for me it was quick, and, blood from the eyes aside, at least I did not die a horrifying monstrosity."

Conclusion: 0/10. I haven't been tracking her breakdown otherwise, because, well, she's dead, but I have to imagine she's feeling some sense of vindication that Lucien is also dead and actually, her highly unethical modifications to him were still an upgrade by most standards. She's had three weeks to come to terms with her fate. Also I imagine any magical afterlife for the evil as completely lacking in such amenities as the catharsis of a breakdown.

Essek Thelyss: speaking of the catharsis of a breakdown!

If I may get serious, and I may because I have never actually cared for getting the readers' permission in my entire life and sure won't start now, what struck me about Essek is that there are many things that were implied he did not get much of - friendship, peace, an escape from the rigid confines of his society, people asking him about soup - but in many ways he has lived an immensely privileged life. Talented, powerful, free from want. Except he wanted more, because that's how people are.

I'm sure next week, and in the few following, amid whatever breaks and one-offs occur, (with some premature examinators writing them right now, even), there will be plenty of meta explaining what the Mighty Nein were really about, man. I will even probably definitely make some of them. And even as I make fun of those who are performing vivisections and calling them post mortems, it's not terribly hard to guess what we'll find. Redemption. Found Family Wait No But It's Different This Time. The complicated subtleties of morality across disparate cultures. Who You Are In The Dark. An extended metaphor of the underappreciated nature of utility casters.

But while all of those have truth to them, the story of the Mighty Nein, to me, is seven people-eight, now- being forced to answer one question: What if you actually got what you wanted, for once? What then?

More than anything, what Essek wanted was answers. He still wants them, though his priorities are shifting. He's gotten some answers already. He does not see himself as deserving. He might not, for many years. Perhaps ever.

And so when the people he does see as deserving want something - a relatively small thing, in the grand scheme, to want - and they are unable to get it, that is what breaks him.

Conclusion: let the poor man have a good cry in peace. fucking voyeurs.

Halas Lutagran: Oh? oh is it a long time to be trapped? Is it? Did the Mighty Nein free some souls from the time of the Calamity that had been trapped? for over a millennium? huh. interesting. I just think it's funny how they just did that? freed the souls of the mages? who had been trapped? for a long time?

#in case you were wondering the way to be funny on the internet is to say 2-4 things that are serious in a list and then 1 silly one #as demonstrated here.#the other one is to just be really mean #the third is to make references that mostly entertain yourself #critical role #critical role spoilers #wizard breakdown tracker #essek thelyss #vess derogna #known gem wizard hotsauce lutefisk #*kryn dynasty voice* like the back of a volkswagen?

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heartbreakers pt. 2

feat. colt kaneko, hazel nguyen, mal volari, nia ellarious, adrian raines, and f!sam dalton x gender neutral!reader.

summary: why things didn’t work out with these LIs.

part one: gabe, edward, tyril, raleigh, mona, & jax

warning: suggestive content

@choicesficwriterscreations

a/n: don’t take this srsly i was just vomiting words !!

COLT KANEKO: colt (whether he meant it or not, you truly don’t even remember) had said that he would forget his own name before he forgets you. right now, as you gaze across the dimly lit club, features alight with emotion as you see him, you fiercely hope that indeed, he has forgotten his own name. four years have gone by, and your reunion wasn’t supposed to be like this, surrounded by sweaty bodies and thrumming music. you feel gross. does he feel the same? you don’t know. he seems fine. he seems like he’s enjoying it—smiling as he kisses another person, hands dropping to their waist to pull them flush against his body.

HAZEL NGUYEN: you don’t become anything more with hazel other than a good lay. it’s unfortunate, but the same argument stands: she simply isn’t looking for a relationship. that’s fine. you don’t care. as long as you can press her body into the sheets, pepper her skin with kisses and bruises, and take her out to dinner afterwards, it’s fine. it’s not fine when you amble up to her hotel room and hear a thud against the door followed by breathy whispers and sounds of zippers being unzipped. there are others, you know that. hazel tells you. still, it hurts. you toss the bouquet of flowers into a trash can and trudge back to the elevator.

MAL VOLARI: mal, the magnificent. mal, the great adventurer. throughout his life, mal volari has earned many nicknames for his courageous spirit and his adventurous nature. one name that is only reserved for you to call is mine. mal is yours. he loves you and you love him. you love him so dearly you’re unsure how to tell him to stop trekking to remote caverns or mountains to retrieve ancient artifacts. it worries you, but that’s his passion, and you hate to be the person to tell him to stop doing the thing he loves for you. one morning, he kisses your forehead. still bleary from sleep, your grumble a halfhearted farewell in response. he promises to come back. the door closes. that had been months ago. where is he? he’ll come back soon, won’t he?

NIA ELLARIOUS: it’s not subtle. the way your eyes flit to tyril every time his back is turned to you. nia sees it. the warmth and affection in your gaze, the upwards curve of your lips when he speaks to you. a foreign feeling bubbles within her, one that feels unpleasant to say the least. jealousy is what it is, nia realizes, when she watches the two of you huddle together. she can only hope, that one day, you would turn your head in her direction and look at her with even just one ounce of something other than friendship.

ADRIAN RAINES: adrian said, with utmost earnesty, that he loves you so much it hurts. he was right. all you see in those warm eyes of his is pain. and something more. hatred, is it? your lover has come to hate you, it appears. but why? you simply don’t understand. you have everything and more at your fingertips, but adrian doesn’t seem to appreciate that. is he jealous that you’ve surpassed him in assets? is it because you now want something other than him, something more. more to conquer, more… power.

F!SAM DALTON: your phone is ringing again. no doubt, it’s another call from sam. you let it go to voicemail and turn over in your bed, wishing the incessant buzzing would cease. now that the whole world knows of your affair with sam, you only wish you hadn’t gotten lost in the lust of it all. you wish you hadn’t kissed her. you wish you hadn’t succumbed to your desires. you knew better. why did you let yourself feel something for her? did you really think this whole thing wouldn’t blow up in your face? as shitty as it is having strangers on the internet comment on your character and life choices, it has been wake up call to leave new york, leave sam dalton.

#choices #choices stories you play #blades of light and shadow #nia ellarious #mal volari #bloodbound #adrian raines #sam dalton #the elementalists #hot couture #the nanny affair #hazel nguyen #choices rod #colt kaneko #playchoices #choices fic writers creations #fics of the week #pixelberry

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Favorite History Books || Christine de Pizan and the Fight for France by Tracy Adams ★★★★☆

The feud between the Orleanists, or Armagnacs, and Burgundians, that “sickness that so tears through the land” brought on by mad King Charles VI’s inability to reign, is a central theme in Christine de Pizan’s corpus. An observer of the strife, Christine laments the conﬂict’s devastating material eﬀects on her society throughout her career.

And yet her literary engagement with the feud, her use of “literature as a potent social mediator” to inﬂuence the course of the conﬂict, has received little attention. Although scholars acknowledge Christine de Pizan as one of a group of ﬁfteenth-century political writers to treat “immediate reality and, consequently, what one can call contemporary history,” attention to date has focused more on what she said about women, authorship, and authority, and, in the abstract, kingship, peace, and warfare, than on how she sought to inﬂuence her immediate political situation. Scholars who have considered her engagement with contemporary politics have relied heavily on superseded histories, creating a confused narrative of her political loyalties and goals. The poet is depicted as politically neutral (“Christine de Pisan hated factions and had no sympathy for partisan politics”) and/or ﬁckle, switching sides from the Orleanists to the Burgundians and back again. No one disputes that by the second decade of the ﬁfteenth century she was an ardent Armagnac, as the Orleanists were called after 1410, ﬂeeing Paris along with fellow Armagnacs fortunate enough to escape the Burgundian massacre of 1418, and celebrating the triumph of the Armagnac leader King Charles VII in the 1429 Ditié de Jehanne d’Arc . But many scholars place her in the Burgundian camp before this, after a still earlier ﬂirtation with the Orleanists. This narrative has her soliciting the patronage of the brother of the mad king, Louis, Duke of Orleans, regent during the king’s episodes of insanity, but, irritated by a slight (Louis is supposed to have refused to ﬁnd a place for her son in his household) and disillusioned with his proﬂigacy, she abandons him to become a discreet propagandist for the king’s uncle, Philippe of Burgundy. Although some believe that she was less enthusiastic about Philip’s successor, the notion that after Jean sans Peur (the Fearless) succeeded his father as Duke of Burgundy in 1404, Christine remained in her “secure seat in the Burgundian camp” as a “paid Burgundian propagandist” continues to hold force. The most widely read biography of the poet in English reports the presumed shifts of allegiance without comment, slipping in the space of one paragraph from “Christine had enjoyed the patronage of two dukes of Burgundy,” to “her son was now one of the dauphin’s [the future Charles VII’s] secretaries,” to Christine’s “family was fortunate to escape [the Burgundian massacre] with their lives.”

The incoherence results from a narrative of political activity at Charles VI’s court developed by historians inﬂuenced by the ideals of the French Revolution, a narrative itself derived from Burgundian propaganda circulated after Jean of Burgundy’s assassination of the Duke of Orleans in 1407. Republicans like Louise de Kéralio uncritically adopted Burgundian images of the king’s brother and the queen as greedy wastrels, and that of the dukes of Burgundy as men of the people. In her 1791 diatribe on the queens of France, Kéralio paints Queen Isabeau as an early Marie Antoinette and Louis as the Count of Artois. This narrative passed into the works of nineteenth century historians: Michelet, Guizot, Martin, Coville, and Thibault reinforced the pair’s negative reputation. True, monarchist historians viewed Louis positively (although they were less favorable toward Isabeau), but they were few in number compared to their Republican counterparts.

The 1838 essay by Raimond Thomassy, an early scholar of Christine’s political thought, manifests these Burgundian biases. Thomassy writes of Louis of Orleans that, “as brother of the king, he claimed to be invested with principal authority to govern during the illness of Charles VI,” as if the duke had no legitimate claim to regency. Moreover, Thomassy asserts that Louis “destroyed the people with exactions, dilapidated without shame the public treasury,” without mentioning that the taxes were for the war with England or that such complaints were routinely leveled for political reasons against anyone possessing the right to tax. By contrast, Thomassy describes Philippe as the “heir in wisdom and determination of Charles V.” As for Isabeau of Bavaria, the odious queen “brought shame and infamy to sit on the throne of France and betrayed at the same time her feminine, maternal, and wifely duties.” Nor is it widely understood that the assumption that the queen suﬀered from a bad reputation during her lifetime is based on four unﬂattering comments in the chronicle of Michel Pintoin, the Burgundian-biased monk of Saint Denis, all from the same year in which Jean of Burgundy ﬁrst tried to seize control of the mad king. And it is rarely acknowledged that evidence for the unpopularity of Louis of Orleans comes primarily from the same source, along with another anti-Orleanist chronicle, that of Pierre Cochon, and the justiﬁcation of Louis’s assassination pronounced by Jean Petit on behalf of Jean of Burgundy. Even recent Christine scholarship continues to show the inﬂuence of the Burgundian narrative, drawing an equivalency between Louis’s regency claim and the attempts of the dukes of Burgundy to seize control of the government, seeing both as the “usurpation of power by the king’s brother, uncles and nephews.” About Christine’s view of the Duke of Orleans, we read that it is “evident that she wanted [him] in particular to take heed” of her writings on prudence. Philippe of Burgundy, by contrast, was “an eﬀective diplomat as well as a sound military adviser,” and, more important, functioned as “a moderating force in the polemical atmosphere of the court.” Isabeau, Charles VI’s “beautiful, sluttish wife,” “encouraged” him “in his taste for pleasure.” King Charles VI is imagined to have been reduced to rags while his family members pillaged the treasury to support their own luxurious lifestyles; gossip circulated about “the relations between the queen and the duke of Orleans, a liaison that lasted until the duke’s assassination in a Paris street near the queen’s residence in November 1407.”

This study rereads Christine’s major works from a perspective informed by recent historical scholarship on the Armagnac-Burgundian feud. Because the views of Burgundian chroniclers represent just one of several contemporary feud narratives, I widen the set of documents generally relied on to reconstruct Christine’s historico-political context. My argument, laid out in the following chapters, is that when Christine’s works are reread within this broader context— that is, when the Burgundian images of Louis, Isabeau, and Philippe are recognized as propaganda and supplemented with other sources— it becomes clear that the poet’s many narrative voices consistently support the Orleanists. She is of necessity discreet, but she does indeed “challenge the particular interests of the princes,” at least the Burgundian princes. Such a claim requires untangling two frequently confounded perspectives on the poet’s political interactions: ﬁrst, her beliefs about regency, which follow from her view of kingship, and second, her interactions and personal friendships with noble patrons. Flattery of Philippe of Burgundy has often been assumed to be tantamount to promoting his regency claim. As I hope to show, however, Christine’s conception of regency was motivated by principles that remained steadfast throughout her career.

#historyedit #litedit #christine de pizan #medieval #french history #european history #women's history #history #history books #nanshe's graphics #armagnac burgundian civil war #hundred years' war

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goingmorry · 3 years

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Blessed by the Gods - Mini-Scenarios & 400 Followers Milestone Event

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First off, I want to say thank you SO much for the support! To celebrate nearly reaching 400 followers, I wanted to do something special! I am so grateful and humbled for all the love I've received in this fandom. 💖🥰

Event opens next week on Saturday, July 3 at 10 AM CST. I will only start to take requests then.

This event is open for OP male characters (for all gods) and female characters (for Apollo only). Excludes Akainu, Blackbeard, Caesar Clown, Caribou, Celestial Dragons, Judge Vinsmoke, etc. If you have a more nuanced character you would like to request, please ask first.

FIRST OPTION: Please submit your choice of one deity (I want to be blessed by the god/goddess...) and your top three OP characters. Note: You cannot select a theme with this option. I will select it for you.

SECOND OPTION: Please submit your choice of one deity (I want to be blessed by the god/goddess...), your top three OP characters, and a brief description of your request based on one of the three possible themes for your selected deity. This can help provide inspiration for me!

For Apollo only requests: Since this is for platonic relationships only, I am also accepting requests involving OP women, Fishmen, and Minks.

For Dionysus only requests: NSFW. You must be at least 18 to request for this god. Please submit your choice of kinks (up to three). Anything goes as long as it isn't too wild (e.g., necrophilia, incest, bestiality).

Requests will be written in mini-scenarios format (~500 words) with a default female reader. Gender-neutral reader can be requested for SFW prompts only.

3 slots max per deity on a first-come, first-serve basis. Please only submit requests one at a time. I want to cover as much people as I can. I will also be updating the list of available choices as requests come in.

Request Examples:

FIRST OPTION: I want to be blessed by the goddess Aphrodite for either Zoro, Sanji, or Law please!

SECOND OPTION: I want to be blessed by the goddess Hera. You are overwhelmed with wedding preparations. Seeing you work so hard, your fiancé insists on being more involved with the wedding planning. After all, he can't have you exhausted on your wedding day! For either Ace, Sabo, or Luffy, please.

SECOND OPTION (NSFW): I want to be blessed by the god Dionysus. It's been months since your boyfriend last visited, having been preoccupied with sailing the seas in the New World. When he emerges after a long hiatus, he becomes all too eager to show you how much he misses you. Breeding kink + mating press + marathon sex for either Shanks, Marco or Crocodile, please.

The Blessings of the 12 Olympian Gods

APHRODITE

You inhale the irresistible scents of rose and myrtle. With the goddess of love and beauty by your side, your beloved can't help but be overwhelmed with feelings of passion and intense desire. Romantic love is, indeed, a force to be reckoned with. (themes: soulmates, firsts, established relationship)

APOLLO

Golden rays of sunlight pierce across the sky and dance along the surface of your skin. When you call upon the god of the sun and truth, you are reminded of the unwavering friendships you've made in your lifetime. (themes: platonic love, familial bonds, mentor/mentee relationship)

ARES

The smell of death lingers in the air. When you call upon the god of war, the overwhelming urge to kill consumes you and your beloved. (themes: violence, tragic ending/character death, enemies to lovers)

ARTEMIS

Underneath the starlit night, the earthy smell of nature mixes with the frigid air, cautioning you to stay alert. When you call upon the goddess of the hunt, wild energy courses through your body. (themes: sudden confession, memory loss/temporary amnesia, secret romance)

ATHENA

The sweet musky smell of old books and ink invites you to partake in their knowledge. When you call upon the goddess of wisdom and strength, a sense of purpose and steadfastness washes over you. You feel as though you can withstand any force that comes your way. (themes: best friends to lovers, reunion, time travel)

DEMETER

Reminiscent of the weather in the North Blue, a blanket of snow encases the mountainous landscape you traverse on. When you call upon the goddess of harvest and life and death, you feel an inexplicable chill deep in your bones. (themes: nursing your sick beloved, stranded together, mutual pining)

DIONYSUS

NSFW: You must be at least 18 to request for this god. The intoxicating and decadent aroma of wine fills your nostrils, consuming every fiber of your being. When you call upon the god of fertility, you begin to feel sensuous. A night of ecstasy awaits you with the man of your dreams. (themes: your choice of up to three kinks per request)

HEPHAESTUS

The metallic odor of weaponry forged by molten iron dulls your senses. When you win the favor of the god of fire and smithing, your heart and that of your lover's blaze with excitement. (themes: hurt and comfort, jealousy, love triangles)

HERA

Celebrating the union between lovers, the church bells toll joyously. When you call upon the goddess of marriage, you feel as though your marital bonds with your beloved will be everlasting — that your relationship will withstand the test of time. (themes: proposal, wedding planning, exchanging vows)

HERMES

In the palm of your hands, you weigh a bar of the richest and finest gold and watch the priceless treasure shimmer brightly under the incandescent light. When you call upon the god of luck and wealth, you are lavished in all manners of luxurious jewelry, enough to rival the Pirate King's legendary treasure. (themes: royalty, love at first sight, fake dating)

POSEIDON

As you stand by the shore, the comforting and fresh scent of the ocean envelops your body. The ruler of the seas is no stranger to the life of piracy, having been sought by all manner of sailors for safe passage amidst tumultuous waters. (themes: opposites attract, forbidden love, second chances)

ZEUS

The soft pitter-patter of the rain is the only steady movement you see in the darkness. Lightning comes first — illuminating the skies for a brief second — followed by the booming roar of thunder. When you call upon the ruler of the heavens, a surge of destructive power courses through your veins. (themes: kidnapping, reincarnation, revenge)

#goingmorry blessed by the gods event #follower milestone #mini-scenarios event #one piece x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece writing #one piece imagines #one piece fanfiction #one piece x you

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nevertheless-moving · 3 years

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Suicidal Misunderstanding XII

Part I - - - - - - Part II - - - - - - - - - - - - Part X - - - - - - Part XI

Star Wars Time Travel AU #27

“We cannot delay much longer” Master Ki-Adi-Mundi said gravely. “Rumors are spreading like wildfire throughout the temple, and Master Kenobi’s absence is not going unnoticed among the troops.”

Master Fisto sighed and his hologram rippled. “As much as I dislike deliberate falsehoods, I think it might be best for morale if we keep- the truth, as we understand, under wraps as much as possible. Young Ashoka is deeply shaken. I myself...” the Nautolan sighed again, running a hand through his tendrils anxiously.

“Not to mention the fact that Master Kenobi might have a valid reason for mistrusting the Chancellor so strongly” Master Gallia added darkly. “Of course I’m not saying we should charge him with anything based on Kenobi’s scattered words alone, but given the chance that this was proceeded by some hypernaturally prescient event, some form of precaution seems warranted.”

Yoda hummed in reply, looking weary. “Fallen ill, Obi-Wan has, tell the Chancellor and the Admiralty, we shall. Incapable of visitors. Still unknown to us, the cause is. Overwork, we suspect. Truth, it may be?” he finished, turning to Master Windu.

Mace leaned back. “I’ve shared everything relevant. We still don’t know anything with absolute certainty. It is my hope that the healers will call upon our more powerful telepaths for assistance later today, should their other efforts continue to prove unsuccessful.” he added with a glance at Master Koon.

"In the mean time,” Master Tiin interjected. “We must discuss the situation in the Expansion Region! As much as we had hoped to delay the Unumbran until Master Kenobi was capable of leading the 212th-”

“That is no longer plausible, if ever it was.” Plo-Koon interrupted softly.

“You may be best suited for the task, Master Tiin” Windu offered. “Your 407th was intended to accompany the 212th, in any case.”

Saesee Tiin reared back, alarmed. “I’m honored, but as I’ve already explained to the council, my skills as a pilot and Shocktroop leader are best utilized at a lower command level. I’m certain there’s a better suited replacement for Kenobi, at least for the short term. What about Skywalker? He is Kenobi’s protegee, and more familiar with working directly with the 212th.”

“You are a veteran with considerable more experience than young Skywalker. You would truly trust his judgement over your own?” Shaak Tii asked skeptically.

“As a General? Absolutely. I’ve seen what he’s capable of.” Master Tiin confirmed.

Koon pushed back, disapproving. “Regardless of his skill, I don’t believe he is in the best mindset for such a task at the moment.”

“Will he be held back from the front entirely?” Master Koth asked, frowning. “That would mean reworking our forces considerably.”

Before Mace was forced to add his own concerns about Anakin’s role in the war, they were interrupted by a priority message from the Chancellor’s office.

Exchanging looks, the assembled council straightened in their seats, nodding one by one at Master Windu, who finally accepted the incoming call.

A full scale live holo of Chancellor Palpatine opened at the front of the room.

“Ah, I see the full council is here. I thank you humbly for accepting my call so quickly.” He said to the room with a smooth bow of the head.

Exchanging a glance with Mace, Master Yoda answered, “Of course, Chancellor. Serve the senate, we do. Help you how, can we?”

A troubled expression crossed Palpatine’s expression. “I recently heard the most terrible rumor about poor General Kenobi. I was hoping the Council could clear up the truth of the matter.”

“Hmm. Dangerous things, rumors are. Careful with them, you are wise to be.” Yoda said. Everyone in the room expertly stifled a smile at Yoda’s unrivaled skill at vague topic evasion.

The Chancellor was far too practiced a politician to allow irritation to cross his expression. “Thank you for that wisdom Master Yoda. Now what exactly is the condition of the High General of the Third System Army?”

Yoda’s ears drooped. “Plagued by sickness, Master Kenobi is. Unable to wake him, our best healers are.”

Palpatine gasped. “How horrid! Surely this must be some insidious Separatist plot! What else could have felled such a powerful Jedi.”

“Immune to illness, Not even the Jedi are. Still investigating the cause, are we. Discussing who should care for his troops, when you called, we were.”

“Oh, how dreadful, that we are forced to discuss such mundanities as troop movements when a good friend’s life might hang in the balance! Please, if there’s anything I or the Senate can do to help, you have my personal support in accessing the finest healers.”

“Very kind of you, that is. But well cared for, Master Kenobi is. Will help, a rest from the stress of war, we hope. Do our best to keep the news contained, we shall. Risk inspiring fear in the public, we do not wish.”

“Indeed! That is very wise thing to fear. Do not worry, I will ensure that any security leaks are taken care myself if need be.”

Master Windu finally spoke, tone and posture absolutely neutral. “Thank you, Chancellor. If there’s nothing else, we will return to planning our strategy during Master Kenobi’s unfortunate but necessary leave of absence from the front.”

“Of course! When you are finished, would you be so kind as to send General Skywalker to brief me on what you decide?”

“That won’t be necessary, Chancellor. I’m more than happy to come in person to brief you myself” Windu replied in the same placid voice.

“Oh, I’m certain that as Master of the Order you have more important tasks to do than talk to an old man such as myself! And as you know, I consider Anakin a friend of mine. It will do me good to check in on him myself, I’m sure you understand.”

“As you have so kindly reminded us in the past, nothing outweighs a Jedi’s duty to the Senate of the Republic. As Master of the Order, I consider discussing the matter with you a top priority. And as for Skywalker- your concern is of course appreciated. I’m sure, given your friendship, you will respect our decision to give the young man some time off from council obligations to meditate over his concern for his friend and former Master. We would be happy to pass on an informal invitation to meet with you, if you wish.”

Palpatine was silent for a moment. “How...very kind of you to respect their close bond with one another. Yes, please do pass on my personal invitation of support to Anakin. And my offer of non-Jedi medical consultation.”

“I will do so as soon as our meeting has finished. Thank you again Chancellor.”

Palpatine nodded briefly then closed the connection, hologram winking out of existence.

“Unaware, I was, a leave of absence from his duties, we were giving Knight Skywalker.” Yoda said with a raised brow.

“The full matter will need to wait until Master Kenobi wakes, but for now, trust me when I say that we should at least discuss possible replacement leadership for both the 212th and the 501st.”

The council grumbled at that, but Mace quelled any arguments with a severe look.

“Very well.” Shaak Tii relented, pulling up a datapad. “Jedi Masters currently without troops to command include several shadows that we could hypothetically pull from their duties, as well as Master Krell after the tragic loss of his last division...”

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“My Lord! This is an unexpected honor! How may I-”

“Save your simpering, Tyrannus.” The hooded figure hissed. “It appears we have a new player in the game.”

“To whom are you referring, my lord?” Dooku responded, thinking quickly. Of course both Sith were constantly instigating power plays amongst the Republic and Seperatist leadership, but nothing dramatic came to mean.”

“You mean to tell me you don’t know?” Sideous replied with a wicked smirk. “How disappointing. I had thought your spy network better than that, particularly when it comes to your favorite lineage member.”

Dooku paused. “I was aware that Kenobi had missed the most recent major mixed war briefing. Do you mean to tell me he has begun to move against you, my lord?”

“My, my. Your sources truly are failing you, Darth Tyrannus. Quite the opposite is true. It appears that someone has managed to land a blow where our combined efforts had previously proven fruitless.”

“A blow against Kenobi? On Coruscant? That is...an interesting development”

“Indeed. Find out everything you can. Whoever has succeeded has done so in such a manner as to utterly rattle the High Council. I’ve never seen them so deliciously shaken.”

“I see. And what of your favorite of my lineage? I assume you are managing to use the situation against him gracefully as ever.”

Palpatine’s smirk fell into twisted snarl. “The boy is despondent of course. My lack of warning means that I was unable to position myself advantageously in advance. And now he is refusing to answer messages, while the council has chosen to give him time off. Bah. Of all the times to attend to their Chosen one’s emotional wellbeing...”

Dooku drew himself up, expression betraying nothing. “Forgive me my lord, but any information you can provide me would help in my search to find our ‘new player’ as it were. I have never known the council to be so...soft with a knight when his former Master was simply in sickbay. Do you mean to tell me that Obi-Wan Kenobi has passed into the force?” His tone, haughtily impassive throughout the conversation, grew a touch disbelieving at the very end.

“My sources tell me he is ‘unwakeable’ but given the boy’s anger and grief, not to mention the fact that his force signature is practically non-existent... I suspect his condition may very well be critical. Find out the rest. Do not fail me again, Tyrannus.”

The connection cutoff abruptly, leaving Dooku alone in the dimly lit room. He strode out, sealing the private chamber behind him and calling out.

“Ventress! Attend me at once- I have an urgent assignment for you...”

Part XIII

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