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donararanha · 3 months
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Kim Ara para Festa dos Conselheiros.
Ara apostou num look simples, mas despojado e que não perdesse a essência fashionista dela. Abaixo da jaqueta oversized em off white, com corte diferenciado, ela está vestindo um cropped de cetim branco, de alcinhas, com armação e renda; a calça de alfaiataria baggy, justa na cintura, mas ampla até chegar aos pés; nos pés um tênis preto confortável e deixando o look mais despojado. Os cabelos estão presos num coque baixo, mas a franja traz moldura para seu rosto. Ara apostou numa maquiagem leve e em um óculos quadrado preto. De acessórios, ela apenas usa um brinco de corrente longa.
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Richard Siken Driving, not Washing
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GOING FERAL AS I SPEAK LIKE WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOUR KANG YEOSANG. LIKE HE LOOKS SO AHDBHJDBNDAKS
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okay but imagine this
michelin chef!yeosang who runs a fancy high-end three-star restaurant that takes months in advance to get a booking at. he's renowned for his incredible cuisines that combine flavour with art but he's notorious amongst his staff for being cold, blunt and intolerant of any dish that is less than perfect
you're a distinguished food critic who has travelled the world and dined at more michelin-star restaurants than you can count. it hasn't been long since you've arrived back in korea after reviewing a restaurant in spain. you have a booking for a restaurant that has rapidly made a name for itself over the last two years, under the tight reign of kang yeosang. you're intrigued to see the skills of a pretty face
as you're served course after course, you can see why his restaurant has its three star rating. each dish is presented with delicacy and finesse, the textures and flavours exquisitely balanced in harmony, setting luxurious and servers graceful. but as with any work of art, it's subjective to the consumer. and quite frankly? there's nothing particularly special about kang yeosang's cuisines that make them stand out in the long list of three-star restaurants
and you're honest with such. you publish your review and it quickly garners attention because you're one of the first critics to stand on the other side of the fence in terms of what kang yeosang's restaurant can deliver to its patrons
yeosang has had plenty of critics, journalists, bloggers and tourists review his restaurant before; people with huge social media followings and people who simply review for their own keepsake. regardless, he's never been concerned over the reviews. he knows his restaurant and his skills are the best out there. and yet, it would be a lie to say that yeosang is indifferent to your review
one of his staff had passed him a tablet, your published words glaring on the screen. yeosang thumbs through it noncommittally before thrusting the tablet back into the wringing hands of his staff. "you think this shit is worth any of my time?" he scoffs and the employee scurries away
he turns back to his countertop, fingers gripping the edge a little harder than he would like to admit while he stares at the puree and spiced crumb he has been preparing. one corner of his mouth lifts up in a sneer as your name repeats itself in his mind
y/n, huh. he's going to prove you wrong and make you eat your own words
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forgetful-river · 9 months
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You're allowed to ascend but only if God wants you to, and God can be a bit of an authoritarian bastard
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nonokoko13 · 3 months
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Call me Mahoro because I also think her brother is hot af Btw the plot twist in this series is that Arajin is going take his crush last name but not because of her. Sorry for the spoilers peace and love in the planet Earth
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And could somebody make this Marito teddy bear real? It's a basic and essential need atp
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word-ghost · 2 months
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The desire overwhelms her before the conscious thought has fully bloomed. It’s in the air itself, mild as a whisper on Ara’s skin as she slips away from the others in camp. 
A little grin curls her lips as her fingers start to tingle. The feeling spreads, bubbling like laughter. Her eyes close. She lets out all her breath and welcomes the change. The air she pulls back in is rich and aromatic. Moss, grass and flowers and mud, and the little creatures who scamper through it all. 
Ara’s feline form stretches from nose to tail, an indulgence after a morning spent scouting rough terrain—and making little progress. She slinks through the tall grass along what remains of the toppled stone wall. The ground is warm beneath her paws, and her chest rumbles with delight at the prospect of solitude and a sunny patch to bask and listen to the stream. 
She clears from her thoughts her companions’ constant bickering, complaints, and criticisms. Not a bit of it matters with the sun spilling over her like a blanket. When every breeze brings her the scent of the season’s final bloom. If, in spite of everything, there could still be afternoons like this, perhaps she isn’t daft to think they have a shot at survival. 
No sooner has she fully decompressed than her spine tenses, ears twitching then angling toward the rustling that’s started up behind her. Maybe she is too optimistic. Opening her eyes a sliver, she watches the cautious approach of a pair of soft leather boots. 
The wizard doesn’t take more than a few steps further, quiet as he can, and unfurls the robe draped over his arm. The day’s heat has reduced him to his linen undershirt and trousers. More suitable than his usual velvet and silk, in this climate, anyhow.
His eyes flicker over as he settles at the base of a tree, getting as comfortable as he can amidst the roots and rocky soil. His book remains unopened in his lap. A glimmer of interest lights his eyes as he watches her watch him.
She wonders first if he means to chase her away, steal her much more comfortable place to rest. But he does not move, or throw something or shout. He only watches, and after a while, opens his book. 
He doesn’t know it’s who he calls Ysara, behind the whiskers and slitted eyes. At least, she doesn’t think he does. She hasn’t needed the benefit of claws and teeth in a fight since before the nautiloid.
Surely that will change, the way things have been going. He will know eventually. But for now, there is opportunity; it’s hardly as if she can relax anymore, feeling his gaze drift to her every now and again.
Ara indulges in another satisfying stretch, and a wide yawn before she sits straight, tail curling around her feet. It’s too far to see the title in Gale’s hands as it closes around a finger. His other hand, slow and deliberate, reaches toward her. With a wispy sound on his lips, he beckons.
She blinks.
“Come on,” he says. “I mean you no harm.”
Ara doesn’t move so much as a whisker, watching his face instead of his offered fingertips. His smile is small but bright. Hopeful.
“I suppose I can’t speak for all of us, but I’m sure Astarion would profess to have a more ah— refined palate. I mean no offense to you of course, little friend.”
A twitch shoots through the tip of Ara’s tail at the note of fondness in his tone. The wizard of Waterdeep had been nothing but politely condescending since the moment of their meeting, but now— 
“Otherwise, I’d say you’ve found yourself in fine company among the rest of us strays.” He leans against the trunk of his tree, letting his hand fall to his side. “You sense it, don’t you?” he murmurs, losing his smile to his thoughts.
He must mean the worm. Ara can’t get used to her mind’s sudden prickling with the others’ strongest thoughts and emotions. But sometimes, it’s so still that she can almost forget it’s there. It scares her more when it’s silent.
Gale doesn’t notice she’s moved at first, stalking closer bit by bit, just to settle out of arms’ reach. There’s a sense of what she felt when they met, when she first touched his hand to pull him free, and when he clasped it again in thanks. A nauseous uneasiness surrounds him. Unbalance. 
When he blinks up from the open page, the furrows in his brow soften. He holds out his hand again, unoffended when Ara moves to neither sniff nor swat at his fingers.
“You have every right to be wary,” he chuckles. “But you are most welcome to keep me company. I’ll keep my hands on my book.”
It’s an old thing with a faded cover, bloated with notes and scraps of paper tucked between the pages. Ara tucks her paws beneath her and keeps watch as he reads, until Nature’s song and the warm sun coax her eyes to close again, for a little while.
The wizard keeps his word, hands never moving but to flip the pages. Occasionally he mumbles questions she couldn’t hope to answer even in a body that speaks. 
He muses what someone called Tara might tell him, if she were her. An odd thing to say to a cat, perhaps. But wizards befriend all manner of creatures; Belri, for a time, had a skunk for a familiar. 
A wistfulness shadows Gale’s eyes as he falls silent. Whoever Tara is, she’s dearly missed. 
Ara rises slowly. She gives her aching muscles another stretch, then moves forward at almost a trot, butting into Gale’s arm with her furry little head. His look of pleased surprise starts an immediate purr rattling in her chest. 
She drags her whiskers along the edge of his book. It’s old—the fabric cover frayed at the corners, and the title faded—but certainly of this lifetime.
“An interest in magical theory, have you?” Gale chuckles, a rich warm sound that startles Ara as much as starts her purring louder. 
He holds out a hand for her inspection, ink stained fingers that smell of old books and salt and cooking herbs. She gives his knuckles a friendly nuzzle, enjoys the warm weight of his hand when he holds it open to run the length of her body through it.
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donararanha · 2 months
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Entendendo o poder de Ara. Poderes de Ara foram inspirados nos poderes de Nico Robin, de One Piece.
Ara tem um poder chamado Mimetismo corpóreo, é a habilidade que a deixa produzir suas partes do corpo em qualquer superfície, incluindo seu próprio corpo, outros corpos e outros objetos, permitindo que ela crie cópias deles. No entanto, suas partes replicadas são consideradas uma extensão de seu próprio corpo, e se estão feridas, ela sente a dor no seu corpo real. Sua habilidade serve tanto para ataque, quanto para suporte, mas Ara é uma especialista em espionagem e em ataques furtivos.
Nível de poder I: Ara conseguia apenas produzir membros em si mesma, tornando-se uma verdadeira aranha. É daí que Ara tem vergonha de seus poderes, já que não conseguia controlá-los e do nada, um membro surgia aleatoriamente. Também havia um limite de membros que podiam ser criados por ela.
Nível de poder II: Ara conseguia replicar partes de seu corpo em outros corpos e em objetos, por isso, é bastante normal você entrar no ateliê de Ara e ver diversas mãos trabalhando. Ara também consegue criar um aglomerado de membros, para criar um maior, ou criar, como por exemplo, asas.
Nível de poder III: Esse é o nível demoníaco de Ara, na qual ela pode criar replicas suas e versões gigantes de si mesmo, apenas com os membros. Por precisar de muito controle, depois de uma certa quantidade de tempo, Ara acaba desmaiando de exaustão.
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firstelevens · 2 months
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last line challenge
tagged by @ankahikoibaat
rules: in a new post, share the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).
It never occurred to him that he could start a feud with Captain America, because Cap is a literal superhero who rubs elbows with kings and gods, and Bucky is a third grade teacher whose most exciting achievement this month was getting glitter off of his favorite leather jacket.
Look. I know I already have a teachers AU, but in THIS teacher AU, only one of them is a teacher and the other is Captain America so technically I've done something new.
no-pressure tagging @sesamestreep @philtstone @sambambucky @abarbaricyalp
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berryblu-soda · 2 months
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lmao art style range
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more-than-ideas · 8 months
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Return of Kumkapı-Fischer / Ara Güler , 1950
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Madame Komakusa Welcomes You
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ssreeder · 1 month
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HELLO
I didnt see that there was an update until now and i dont feel like discording and i just read the new chapter so here i am with my few main points bc i dont feel like doing a full live reaction👍👍🫶
Seeing Jeeto come into play in any capacity at all makes me feel like a proud parent watching their children grow. Its always wonderful like those are my emotional support middle aged fictional men. I watched them go from conspiracy to getting crumbs to now their "dates" and gossiping together. Youve gotta love it. Those are my children. Im so proud of them. But im also scared because you killed shen so obviously my feeligns mean nothing to you 🙄😒😒. (Im never going to get over that, im going to be 80 years old in some pst apocolypic enviroment with horrors all around me, but im going to be having nightmares about shen. Ill send you my therapy bill) (im going to get a tattoo in his memory istg)
Also its always really subtle but its funny to see your specific linguistical patterns in liab esp because i can never really explain it. Like ill read a random sentence and be like 'yeah that seems like sreeder wrote it' i just think its neat.
I also really loved zukka this chapter. But i always lovr zukka so its not a surprise. But espesially this chapter because its mostly soft zukka.
"Do you think we will stay together" NO Zukko divorce 🔫🔫. 🙅🏻🔥🔥🔥🙅🏾
The 'moving forward' ness of zukka in liab is so nicely written. Like ive been reading liab since (almost) the beginning and it has been a ride and its starting to feel more conclusive and that is SCARY but its also nice because you write it very well and i adore the way you write trauma and the healing of it and the ups and downs and the two steps forward two steps backness. Its very lovely.
I knew ara was going to have a suicide attempt (esque situation (idk if that counts)) i called it i win.
Idc what others say ara will always be amazing. I love her character SO MUCH
i feel like you can always tell the strengths of a writer in the way they write complicated characters and the way you write ara is very telling of that. Like the fragility and also harshness used for her is very realistic and i always enjoy her parts so much.
Like her deciding to move on independant of how zuko or sokka feel about it is and regardless of whether people thinks she 'deserves it' is immaculate.
And thats a good example on your specific strengths as the author of liab (being able to handle delicate situations well, and realistically and make them very thought out and not rushed, stuff like that).
But her 'i need to start getting along with other girls' is great because like,, RHATS SO TRUE. she is genuienlly one of my favorite characters of all time, i could write essays on why i love her. Exquisite.
REHO MENTION 🥳🥳💪💪💪💪
Thats my emotional support woobified early 20 something year old man. I adore him. If 30 people love reho i am one of them, if one person loves reho i am them if 0 people love reho i am dead (rip rehoes 😔) i will defend his (and aras) good names until i die.
Amazing chapter as always 10/10 *chefs kiss* im so excited for the series to finish and see what you do with everyone and the rest of the storylines and such.
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Every time I think of Shen’s death I think of your utter devastation & how I wasn’t expecting you to be so distraught over it. I will say I had another commenter lately who was talking about how much they liked Shen & wanted an Iroh/Shen/Zuko dynamic and I kept thinking…. Damn it buddy, you’re going to be soooo mad at me in a few chapter haha…. oops.
ugh my linguistic patterns haunt me and I specifically ask my betas to check for them because I feel sooooo repetitive sometimes especially when there’s a lot of introspection lol. So it’s funny you mentioned that lol.
Omg I remember when I was still on RIA & someone in the server was like “dude I’m rooting for some jeeto.” & I was like oh no how do they know??? I created this fun divide between hakoda and bato just to push Bato into Jees arm!! Don’t spoil it haha, but whatever at least Dentys dead
Awwww thanks for the compliments it means a lot coming from you <3 but also yeah Ara is my delicate dumpster fire who says she going to make her existence everyone’s problem (most importantly sokka because damn girl could just LEAVE but she refuses lol) I love it. She’s fun, and any scene with her expect utter chaos haha.
every time I write Reho in a scene my mind says and the crowd goes wild,,, he’s annoying but I’m glad you like him.
thanks for this amazing ask you’re awesome
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spuddypotat · 1 year
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an accidental realization
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