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Finding information on Jamila wasn't particularly easy, but from what I can gather...
(credit to @eepop-stuffs btw for getting her on my radar!)
Jamila was first released in 2006 by Simba Toys Middle East. According to an article published upon her debut at the 2006 Middle East Toy Fair in Dubai, her prototype initially intended to include fashions representing Turkey, Bangladesh, and Indonesia. However, these concepts never made it to final release, and we unfortunately have no photos of what they would have looked like.
Her initial lineup consisted of four dolls: herself, her male Arabic friend Jamil, her Indian friend Sunayana, and her Egyptian friend Kareema.
The name Jamila means "beautiful", and she seems to have only really been released with one outfit. She wore a black abaya with silver detailing with black shoes, and underneath wore a light blue tanktop with a white pencil skirt. Like her friends Sunayana and Kareema, Jamila has dark hair, brown eyes, and henna on her hands and feet.
(Credit to Bababolond on Flickr for the images)
For those unaware, Henna is a form of body decoration which originated from Africa and the Middle East, used with a natural dye from the Mehendi (lawsonia inermis). It is commonly tied to religious ceremonies such as engagements, weddings, Diwali, and Eid!
For Eid Al-Fitr, Henna would be applied towards the end of Ramadan as a symbol of the earthly delight of being alive. Jamila (and Sunayana if we're to believe they had identical Henna) seems to have eye imagery in hers, which represents protection from evil thoughts or wishes. It's also found on the top of her hands, also symbolizing protection, and on her feet, meant to soothe the nerves.
The name Jamil means "handsome". Jamil was initially released clean-shaven, but it seems later releases gave him facial hair. This might have been around the same time he was changed from Jamila's male friend to her husband, likely because (although opposite-sex friendships aren't explicitly forbidden) certain Muslims worry such friendships might result in inappropriate romantic thoughts. While this doesn't seem to be a unanimous belief across the board (many believing opposite-sex friendships are fine so long as you're careful), it might have caused enough controversy that Simba felt the need to marry the two so there weren't any implications. (Credit to Jan Unwichtig and Bababolond on Flickr for the images)
Ngl tho he is giving me major Kenergy...
Jamil comes with a white Thobe with silver buttons, a white Serwal ( undergarments traditionally worn beneath the Thobe), a white cotton undershirt, a white headscarf known as a Ghutra (tied with a black band called the Egal), black sandals, and a small dagger.
I'm actually not sure why his doll comes with a knife? The closest I could find was the Kirpan: a knife or sword which serves as a reminder to promote justice and protect the weak, mandatory for Amritdhari Sikhs to wear at all times. However, although non-Muslims sometimes confuse the two, Sikhism is a completely separate religion from Islam.
If anyone knows what this knife might be intended to represent, please let me know and I'll reblog an edit to this post!
After they were married, Jamila and Jamil had two children: Asad (meaning "Lion") and Almira (meaning "Princess"), both seen in the first illustration on this post. However, I can only seem to find one doll release for their daughter Almira, and none for Asad. Jamila comes in this playset in her base outfit, while her daughter (who cries when you press her stomach) wears pink pajamas. The playset includes a crib and several plastic accessories, including two hair brushes, a blow drier, and a baby bottle. Not only is this only release for Almira, but this also seems to be the only other release for Jamila aside from her initial core doll.
Sunayana means "woman with lovely eyes". She has long braided black hair, wearing a blue Lehenga Choli with a yellow Dupatta. Like Jamila, she also has henna on her hands and feet. She wears silver bangles, a silver necklace, and what I believe might be a Maang Tikka. Based on her images on the back of the doll boxes, I'm fairly certain she came wearing yellow sandal heels as well!
Honestly she might be one of my favorites of the line, since you sadly don't see many culturally-accurate Indian dolls compared to other ethnic groups. I especially love the use of color, and just how much jewelry she comes with!
Finally we have Jamila's Egyptian friend Kareema, whose name means "generous" or "kind". She has pale pink undergarments painted on beneath her clothes, which I assume Jamila has as well. Weirdly enough, however, she doesn't seem to have Henna like the other two.
Like Sunayana and Jamila she has long black hair, which is kept beneath a white hijab. She wears a long blue overcoat, matching jeans, blue shoes, and a multicolored striped shirt. As far as I can tell, her clothing doesn't seem to have Egyptian cultural roots like Sunayana's has Indian, however her modest style of dress and hijab are common for most Muslim women.
I've been meaning to make this post for at least a full week, and it's nice to finally get to share another beautiful yet obscure Muslim doll! It's a shame this doll didn't have more releases, since I'm honestly curious with the direction the might have taken with her and her friends based on the prior illustration! Regardless, I'm happy I got to share her and her friends with you all :)
Ramadan Kareem!
#FUCKING FINALLY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG TO POST THIS#dolls#dollblr#muslim dolls#jamila doll#simba toys#jamil doll#sunayana doll#kareema doll#long post
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Kayden Black
✔ 32 years old
✔ tattooartist
✔ has the DNA of Freddy Krueger
✔ can invade the dreams of others
Herangezüchtet in einem Labor. Aber für welchen Zweck? Das ist wohl eine Frage, die Kayden sich stellte, seitdem er denken konnte. Erst nach einigen Jahren der Folter, oder wie sie es nannten der „Tests“, wurde ihm klar, was sie von ihm wollten. Sie wollten, dass er es der Kreatur gleichtat, von der er den Großteil seiner DNA hatte. Sie wollten, dass er durch Träume wanderte. Wollten sie auch, dass er den Menschen, die er im Traumland besuchte etwas antat? Kayden fand es nie heraus. Denn egal was sie ihm antaten oder wie sie ihn motivierten, seine Fähigkeit kam erst heraus, als er in Freiheit war. Nachdem der komplette Laden, mit fast allen Insassen, abgebrannt war. Vollkommen auf sich gestellt, lernte er seine Fähigkeit kennen. Kennen und lieben. Dabei war er Freddy Krueger wohl ähnlicher, als er anfangs zugeben wollte. Er vergriff sich zwar nicht an Kindern, nein. Die lies er in Ruhe. In ihre Träume drang er niemals ein. Aber der Drang zu töten liegt ihm nunmal im Blut. Ein ganzes Jahr konnte er sich zurück halten, dann gewann das Bedürfnis jedoch überhand. Sowohl im Wach-Zustand seiner Opfer, als auch in deren Träumen.
@marlowevoss you‘re like a sister to me. We grew up together. We went through the same shit.
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The write-out to lyrics i said i'll do
Worte, die mich stachen,
(Words that stabbed me)
- Lamb being degraded as they're prepared as sacrifice
werden dann zu jenem Blut, das auf meinem Weiß dann ruht
(will then turn into the blood that rests on my white)
- Lamb covered in blood after striking down heretics or a bishop
Hey, weißt du noch, wie's sich anfühlt,
(Hey, do you still remember how it feels like)
- Lamb sitting in the Gateway, in the hand of a still chained Narinder, seeming not as cheerful but more thoughtful
das Gefühl sich was zu nehm, um’s zu geben anderswem?
(the feeling to take something to give it to someone else?)
- Lamb looking at Narinders face, momentarily pictures from harvesting bones from both crusades and dead followers before it fades to black
Doch, doch, doch, doch wird es wässrig
(But, But, But, But it'll get watery)
- Each "But" is a flash of Lamb's life, turning from a sacrifice to a leader, the last bit is them entering their cult
Und auch wenn ich es kau kommt der Geschmack nich
(and even if i chew the taste won't come)
- Lamb going into the Temple
Ist es nutzlos, interessiert’s nicht
(is it usless, it's not of interest)
- pride sin ritual
Dies und das ist doch vollkomm nutzlos, ohne Sinn bloß
(This and that is utterly usless, without reason)
- Some followers express their concern with the ritual
Denn ob Ja ob nein gar, am End da, zählt nur wie du es sagst
(because if yes or no, in the end it only counts how you say it)
- Lamb seems a bit taken a back at first before smiling and reassuring them
Throw Down
- Lambs smile in the cult turns into a rather uneasy expression in the Gateway
Kein Jemand ist wem anders gleich
(No one is the same as the other)
- Lamb in the Gateway, telling Narinder about the cult when Narinder tried to ease their worries amd guilt
Auch sein Wert kann nie der eines Andren sein
(and their worth can never be the same as another's)
- the lamb makes a motion as if to hold something that's steadily getting bigger
Throw Down
- segway back into the cult
Vergleichend welchen Wert was hält
(Comparing which has what worth)
- Lamb looking at a damned follower overtaken by sin, other followers are horrified and some even injured
und dies entscheidend dann, stech ich die Verzweiflung in den Tod
(and with that decision i'll stab the despair to death)
- Lamb gets this shadow over their eyes as they kill the damned follower
Es gibt sicher ganz genau so viele Wahrheiten wie’s Leben gibt
(Surely there's as many truths as are there lifes)
- Lamb in the gateway, showing and overlooking their cult from a perfectly created illusion of it Narinder holds in his hands
Nun beginnt das Ende auch schon, ist es fertig, werd auch ich erlöst, nicht wahr?
(Now the end finally begins, is it finished i'll gain salvation, won't i?)
- Lamb looks up at Narinder and smiles painfully
Nun schließ deine Augen ohne Hast,
(Now close your eyes without haste)
- Narinder pets Lambs head in a comforting manner as good as he can
dann sieh dort vor dir deine Last
(and picture your baggage)
- Lamb hugs one of Narinders fingers tightly for comfort
und wünsche dir ein Selbst, das um zu helfen existiert
(and wish for a self that exists to help)
- Narinder comforting Lamb fades to Lamb back in the cult, looking back at the entrance
Egal, denn wer immer kommen mag, den gleichen Ausdruck ich immer trag
(No matter who keeps coming, i'll wear ever the same expression)
- Followers come to greet Lamb, Lamb smiles at them
Und grade weil ich’s nicht versteh hab ich auch keine Angst, so kommt’s mir vor
(And exactly because i don't understand i'm not scared, it seems to me)
- Lamb looking back at the door that in the end leads to Narinder
Throw Down
- Lamb killing Leshy
Moral ist doch nur Illusion
(Moral is just an illusion)
- Lamb wipes blood off their face back to after they killed the damned follower
Und selbst wenn das Morgen kommt, die Sünde bleibt
(and even if tomorrow comes, the sin remains)
- Lamb carries the body away with a heavy heart
Throw Down
- Lamb killing Heket, the view a bit more distorted
Wenn solch Gefühle, kalt und fahl,
(If such feelings, cold and muted)
- Lamb is inside the Temple, looking outside a window watching the cult with an empty look
in mir verbleiben gar, ob ich so dann wirklich sterben kann
(stay within me, if i can really die then)
- Lamb looking at their hands and clean clenching them into a fist
Throw Down
- Lamb killing Kallimar, even more distorted
Das Jemanden von Jemandem kombinieren
(combining the someone from someone)
- Lamb is harvesting bones from the dead, damned follower
Ist das, was dich am Leben hält
(is what keeps you alive)
- resurection ritual
Throw Down
- Lamb killing Shamura, very distorted
Die Einladung verbindlich ist
(The invitation being binding)
- Lamb extends their hand with a friendly to indoctrinate someone they found
und drum betrüg ich sie indem ich mit Hoffnung sie ersetz
(and that's why i betray them by replacing it with hope)
- Lamb smiles at the new follower the new follower as they lead them in the Temple where they get sacrificed
Throw Down
- Lamb enters gateway for the finale
Genug jetzt ist genug,
(Enough it's enough now)
- Narinder demands for the crown
denn loslassen kann ich nicht
(because i can't let go)
- Lamb holds the crown ans tenses up, their eyes turning red
Darum vergib mir bitte nicht
(So please don't forgive me)
- Lamb has tears in their eyes as they smile at Narinder, the crown turning into a sword
Und deshalb wünsch ich das End herbei für mich
(And that's why i wish for my end)
- Lamb gets in battle with Narinder
Throw Down
- Lamb lets themself be killed by Narinder, smile as they die, as the music fades out they close their eyes before as fades to black
Throwdown by Deco*27 & Rockwell (MILGRAM)
German Translyrics by Lolina
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#this is verse 1 skipped#bc i didnt know what to do with it lmao#cotl#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#angst#cult of the lamb
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Oath of Egality paladin, I based on the Black Panther Party
#art#fantasy#gouache#painting#traditional art#design#dnd#5e#original character#forgotten realms#locs#paladin
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ICH Stelle mir immer gerne vor wie ich mit chrollo über Religion diskutiere ( kein hate an irgendeine Religion) ich würde schon so schwarzen Humor bringen....ihn mit einer Bibel schlagen weil es war Gottes willen😂. Und das er ein sündiger ist und bleibt, da kann er sich noch so raus reden 👀
German:
(Es tut mir leid, wenn mein Deutsch nicht gut ist, ich verwende dafür nur Google Translate, also seien Sie hier ruhig.)
Chrollo, ob er ein Yandere ist oder nicht, würde gerne mit Ihnen über Religion diskutieren. Es ist etwas, das er interessant findet. Er findet es faszinierend, wie Menschen interpretieren, was nach dem Tod geschieht. Entscheiden sie sich eher für eine Religion, die sie tröstet, oder für etwas Brutaleres? Vielleicht glauben sie an die Wissenschaft oder an gar nichts. Auf jeden Fall liegt ihm das Thema sehr am Herzen und er ist bereit, seine Meinung zu jeder Religion zu diskutieren.
Wenn man ihn jedoch mit einer Bibel schlägt, würde es meiner Meinung nach anders verlaufen. Wenn du ihn scherzhaft damit schlägst, wird er wahrscheinlich leicht kichern und weitermachen. Wenn man ihn jedoch ernsthaft mit einer Bibel schlägt (ich gehe einfach von Yandere Chrollo aus, denn warum sollte irgendjemand dem armen Normalbürger Chrollo jemals weh tun?), wäre er wirklich verwirrt und würde versuchen herauszufinden, was er falsch gemacht hat und wie er reagieren soll . Schlagst du ihn, weil du wütend bist? Was hat er falsch gesagt? Egal warum oder zu welcher Schlussfolgerung er kommt, er wird gleich reagieren. Er wird einfach aufstehen, als ob nichts gewesen wäre (denn es würde überhaupt nicht schaden, wenn man ihm eine Bibel zuwirft) und fragen, ob ihm das schaden sollte. Wenn Sie „Ja“ sagen, wird er selbstgefällig grinsen und herablassend Ihren Kopf reiben und (versuchen), Sie auf die Stirn zu küssen, bevor er die Bibel in die Hand nimmt und sie Ihnen reicht. Wenn Sie Nein sagen, fragt er nur, warum Sie es nach ihm geworfen haben. Wenn Sie ihm sagen, dass es Gottes Wille war, werden sich seine Lippen zu einem leichten Lächeln verziehen und er wird leise lachen, bevor er Ihnen die Bibel zurückgibt. „Wie ich schon sagte…“, beginnt er, während er versucht, das sehr interessante Gespräch fortzusetzen.
English:
(The ask said, "I always like to imagine myself discussing religion with chrollo (no hate to any religion), I would already bring such black humor…. beat him with a Bible because it was God's😂 will. And that he is and remains a sinner, he can still talk 👀 his way out of it")
(Sorry if my German isn’t well, I’m just using Google Translate for this, so just bare with me here.)
Chrollo, wether he’s a yandere or not, would love to discuss religion with you. It’s something he finds interesting. He thinks it’s intriguing how people interpret what happens after death. Do they go for more of a religion that comforts them, or something more brutal? Perhaps they believe in science, or nothing at all. Either way, he’s very invested in the topic, and is willing to discuss his opinions on any religion.
If you hit him with a bible, however, I thinks would go in different ways. If you jokingly hit him with it, he’ll probably chuckle lightly and move on. However, if you hit him with a bible genuinely, (I’m just gonna assume Yandere Chrollo because why would anyone ever hurt poor regular Chrollo?) he’d be really confused, trying to figure out what he did wrong and how to react. Are you hitting him because you’re angry? What did he say wrong? No matter why or what conclusion he comes up with, he’s going to react the same. He’ll just stand up as if nothing happened, (because this would not at all be hurt by a bible being thrown at him) and ask if that was supposed to harm him. If you say yes, then he will smugly smirk and condescendingly rub your head and (attempt) to kiss your forehead before he picks up the bible and hands it to you. If you say no, he just asks why you threw it at him. When you tell him it was god’s will, his lips will perk up into a slight smile and he will laugh softly before handing the bible back to you. “As I was saying…” He starts, as he tries to continue the very interesting conversation.
#chrollo#chrollo x reader#yandere chrollo#yandere chrollo x reader#i write for you#writing for you#chrollo headcanon#Chrollo deep down will feel hurt if you truly meant to hit him with a bible#his poor wittle feewings#if it was a joke its funny#especially if you tell him its because its gods will#but still#poor baby#I'm also so sorry if it did not translate well#I don't speak German
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Even after all these years I still love you – Father!Headless Horseman( Sleepy Hollow Movie 1999) x Son!Reader
To make it more realistic, I decided to write German…a LOT. The translations are right underneath the German text and I made them bold, so you can see it better. I tell you gladly, that the Hessian is German and from my own knowledge German people have a big difficulty to learn English properly and talk flawlessly with someone. I suspect that in the 17th century it was even worse, so yeah. ENJOY READING IT THOUGH !
WARNINGS!: Fluff, angst, fighting, use of Magic, Evil Mary Van Tassel (Like she usually is) and cursing ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !
“We should have believed him a little !”, young Masbeth said to Ichabod.
“I don’t believe that he is his Son ! And I also don’t believe what he said that it is Lady Van Tassel.”, Ichabod said stubbornly.
“Like you didn’t believe that the Horseman does exist ?”, Katrina snarled.
They arrived at the tree of the dead and Ichabod found out that the young man wasn’t lying. The tree was a gateway between two worlds and behind the entrance was the sword where the Horseman was buried.
He found the head missing and slowly he started to believe what the male said.
“His skull was taken by Lady Mary Van Tassel. She caused him to die already as she was only a child, like I was. The next ones will be a Family. The very Family that gave you Gunpowder, as your horse.”
Why was he so foolish and told the man to stay out of his case ?
But he saw him again. The headless Horseman was at the Killian’s house, but didn’t enter yet. In front of him stood M/n. M/n Schaffner. Son of the headless Horseman. He had his sword drawn and tears in his eyes.
“Zwing mich nicht gegen dich zu kämpfen, Papa.
(Don’t force me to fight against you, Papa.)”, M/n begged.
The headless Horseman was frozen in place and turned to his horse, Daredevil.
“Draufgänger…Bitte… (Daredevil...please…)”
Daredevil came over to M/n and then licked his face softly. M/n hugged Daredevil’s neck and stroked his mane.
His Father just stood there frozen.
“Was ? Dachtest wohl dass ich verstorben bin, huh ?
(What ? Thought that I died, eh ?)”, M/n asked.
He approached M/n carefully but after 3 steps he tried to grip where his head would be and fell to his knees in pain.
“Komm schon Dad ! Du bist stärker als diese Hexe ! Du warst schon immer viel stärker als alle anderen. Ganz egal worin sie stärker waren, du hast sie alle besiegt ! Kämpfe !
(Come on, Dad ! You are stronger than this witch ! You always were much stronger than all the others. No matter in what they were stronger, you defeated them all ! Fight !)”
Ichabod could see that the Horseman tried his best to fight back, but he didn’t seem to make it and M/n saw that too. He sobbed.
“Ich kann dich nicht noch mehr töten lassen. Es tut mir Leid.
(I can’t let you kill even more. I’m sorry.)”
With that M/n gripped his sword in a tight hold and stood his ground, ready to fight his own Father. He may be controlled, but he couldn’t let him continue like this.
“You can’t win this, M/n !”, Ichabod yelled.
M/n jerked his head to his left and stared at Ichabod. He smiled a sad smile.
“It is worth trying. He’s my Dad, Ichabod. I know that he will surely even kill me under HER control, but I have to try and stop him. I know he doesn’t want this…killing these people. He isn’t like this.”
Ichabod stared at the Horseman trying to fight the control off, then at M/n. He was ready to face death by his own Father’s hands, in order to help both sides… Why did this sound so wrong ? Shouldn’t Ichabod be happy that he still tries ?
He shook his head.
“He will NEVER forgive himself if he kills you, M/n. You know that he can’t control this. Do you really want to make him cry when he has his skull back ? Do you really not want to be here when he gets it back ?”
“You didn’t even believe me when I told you about the Black Witch… Why would you now ?”, M/n asked broken.
Ichabod wanted to say something, but he couldn’t. M/n had a fair point…
“My Father taught me a lot of fighting. Even if I die…I at least tried. I know I can hold him off for a little while. Get the Killians to the church. He can’t step on sacred ground.”
Then he looked at his Father again, but Daredevil blocked M/n’s view of his Dad suddenly.
“Daredevil move damn it !”, M/n hissed at his Father’s horse.
He didn’t budge until M/n gasped and passed out.
“M/N !”, Ichabod yelled.
M/n’s Father hit the back of his head with his sword’s handle and knocked him out. Ichabod took the male and dragged him a bit away from any curious eyes and then went back, only to hear a child scream and see Brom appear.
Brom shot the Horseman, but all it did was throw him off of Daredevil. He got up again.
M/n came back running and yelled at Brom as he attacked his Father with his gun.
“Stop you fool ! Don’t you see that he is sparing you ?!”, he yelled.
His Father gave Brom a smack under his chin and then continued to walk away, only for Brom to throw a throwing knife into the headless Horseman’s side.
“You idiot ! Stop it before he changes his mind and kills you !”
M/n’s Father threw it back at Brom and into his thigh. He hissed in pain, pulled it out and then grabbed the next best weapons, which were two sickles.
M/n glared at Brom in rage and while they fought he pulled out his sword and sneaked up on Brom. He hit him hard on the head, knocking him down.
“Will you leave him alone, for Fuck’s sake ?! Do you HAVE a death wish ?! You do realize that none of your tricks killed him, yes ?! Undead, dumbass ! You can’t kill something that is dead !”
Brom glared at M/n.
“I’ll get him !”, he said determined.
“Oh you will get him, alright. You will get him pissed off and ready to change his mind and just kill you ! Stupid men like you never know when to stop, think and quit being annoying !”
“I am not stupid ! I am just not a coward, like you !”
“EXCUSE ME ?! There is a difference between being brave and utterly dumb, smartass ! He is UNDEAD he is already DEAD no MORTAL can KILL HIM ! You CAN’T kill something TWICE ! So wake up, you jealous ass wipe and FACE reality !”
“He is right, Brom. You can’t win this, no matter how many people would fight with you.”, Ichabod said.
“Cowards !”, he snarled and went at M/n’s Father again.
“THEN GET FUCKING KILLED YOU ASS WIPE !”, M/n yelled and then left, sick and tired of Brom.
“M/n !”, Ichabod called.
“No ! I ain’t dealing with this shit !”
Then he was gone. Ichabod tried to make them break up the fight, but this time the headless Horseman didn’t let Brom get away alive.
The next day…
Ichabod, young Masbeth and Katrina were in the Western Woods at the grave of the Horseman.
“I believe M/n… With Lady Van Tassel taking his head.”, Ichabod said.
“We do too.”, Katrina said.
Young Masbeth nodded.
“I found a black bag in my parents’ bedroom under their bed. His skull was in there, but I couldn’t take it away. Maybe at night we steal it when the Horseman is also awake so he can have it back.”, she said.
“Bad idea. Tonight your Father will die Katrina and your so called Stepmother will fake her death and hide away. Tomorrow night you are planned to die. She knows that you found his skull, she won’t let any of you close again. She also knows about my existence now, so we have a whole load of problems storming our way.”, M/n said.
They whipped their heads around and saw him leaning against the Tree of the Dead, looking at his shoes.
“Then what do we do ?”, Ichabod asked.
“We let her think she wins.”
“What ?”
“You do know that Father let you get away with a lot, Ichabod, right ?”
“What do you mean ?”
“You disturbed his grave, hurt his tree, dared to enter his territory, meddled in his affairs and now possibly have his Son in your hands. He spared you a lot until now.”
“HIS Tree ?”
“This isn’t just a grave and a gateway. Father LIVES inside that tree. Like a house. You hurt his tree, he feels it and knows of it. You enter his Woods, he feels you intruding, you dig around on his grave, he knows. Already three reasons to kill you, because that naturally means that you threaten him and challenge him to fight you, yet he spared you. Why do you think is that ?”
Ichabod was silent, in shock of what M/n told him.
“Father hears everything here. That is why he spared you. You want to help and he knows that, but Mary is getting very angry at you. The next time you better be somewhere where he isn’t, because she will command him to kill anyone in his way, then he has no control of sparing you again.”
“How are you so sure of that ?”, young Masbeth asked.
“She knows everything Ichabod found out and he continues to get too close to uncover her. So she sends Father now against everyone and anyone that dare to stand in her way. It is a tactical move of hers and very clever. Next time we face him…we are forced to fight him, no matter what. I know we all can’t kill him, but I can hold him back for some time, not much but some. You and Katrina will run and go after that Witch and get Father’s skull back and if you have to kill that Whore for it so fucking be it.”
“But my Father…”
“Has to sadly die. I don’t like it either, but only with that we get close to her and the skull later on. She will try and prove her innocence by faking her death and then kidnapping you Katrina. She will try to frame you. Then she will summon Father again to kill you. Ichabod and I will hide close to the old Mill and after she summoned Father, we will try and get the skull back, if that doesn’t work you run to Father’s resting place and we will meet there. This witch won’t leave. She will want to see how you die so I’m sure she will be there.”
“But now that your Father knows…”
“She doesn’t know. He doesn’t have to tell her anything, not that he even could, he has no mouth and he barely knew how to write and read. Ah…sorry for embarrassing you Father. But yeah ! He can’t tell her anything. All he has to do, is kill for her. He may know of the plan, but it’s not like he is willing to kill any of us. He is fighting this spell and that could buy us some more time. She doesn’t have full control of him as I read in a book that was in the cave of The Crone Witch. She was Mary’s sister and she killed her 10 minutes ago and went back to the Van Tassel estate.”
They stared at him in utter shock.
“If we get Father to stop riding Daredevil tonight I can use the knowledge I have.”
“And what is that ?”, Ichabod asked.
“She may have control of him now. But if he has an heir of his blood and they spill their blood onto him, just a drop is enough, then the heir has also control of the said relative. Not only that, it is stronger than an outsider’s Magic. If we get him to stop for at least 10 seconds, he could have partly his own control back, which means…”
“He has a better way of fighting her spells off of him.”, Katrina finished.
“Bingo.”
“So we wait…?”, young Masbeth asked.
“No. We can’t wait… We need to prepare a little trap for Daredevil and Father. She grows stronger and gets more control of him the longer he is under her spells. He is getting weaker, which is a horrible sign, because my Father is anything BUT weak. He cut down men that were twice his size and 10 times stronger than him. This little mind control trick shouldn’t be a problem to him, but she must have used more than one to make him get weaker with every attempt he tries to fight her off.”
“Then wouldn’t this be useless ?”, Ichabod asked.
“Not really. I just need some more time until tonight to see if I can find the counter spell. It is definitely a draining spell she put on him and a strong one at that. Father must have gotten stronger after his death and transportation to Hell. He shows a lot of that, but his mind is unaffected by changes ? No, no, no my dear friends. She used the most powerful spell that existed and I found it in the Crone’s spell book.”
“Can you even do Magic ?”, Katrina asked.
“Ehhh, yes. I mean Dad didn’t know until now, but I am a Necromancer. I started learning, when I was 8 years old, with The Crone. I took her under my wing, while Mary just disappeared. It surprised us both that I had such powerful and dangerous Magic. I had to walk on eggshells for a long while until I could really practice.”
“Why ?”
“Well…Necromancy is…deadly for the ones who wield it… Yes you can resurrect people and all that, but it comes with a prize. First off, you need enough death around you to do so.”
“Death ?”
“Necromancy is death magic. You get Death Magic from dead people. Graveyards are mostly the best to learn and get stronger, because you suck the death inside you. It gets transformed into pure energy and then you have Magic. The more you use them, the weaker you get, because you need to recharge the Magic, which means you need to go to graveyards and everywhere where death is. If you use too much at once…you can kill yourself. I trained so much that I know my limits and that I even stretched them out. I never used them in a fight, but I will if I have to.”
They stared at M/n in utter shock.
“Why did you never revive your Father ?”, young Masbeth asked.
“I never had enough Magic to do so. Also this can go horribly wrong… One wrong move with your fingers or a second you lose concentration and you bring back a Monster. Mostly ones that rip open the bodies of the living and eat their insides. I really wasn’t ready to revive my Father and possibly turn him into that. Eww no.”
The other three had a look of horror on their faces as they heard that.
“When I share my blood with him, we will be mixed together and have a bond that will break hers with him. But that also means he will have my Magic. I hope he won’t use it, because that could backfire badly for the both of us. While he can’t die twice by mortal weapons, Necromancy can and it definitely will kill me if he uses them without knowing what to do to control it.”
“Can you break the bond when this is all over ?”
“Yes. When he has his head back, he is complete and practically alive at night. Still a ghost and all, but he can bleed. We cut his right wrist and mine and then we lay them above each other and he has to say…’I banish the blood of my relative, for I have full control over my body, soul and mind’. Then his and my blood part ways and no one controls him anymore.”
“Sounds simple.”, Ichabod said.
“It truly isn’t going to be simple. When our blood mixes, we are cursed to feel each other’s pain and emotions, it also hurts extremely when we bond. And when we part we might pass out from all the pain we will experience. It will feel like you are being merged together by hot lava and when you part with him, it feels like someone is ripping you apart from the inside out. But I would go through it for my Father a billion times if I had to.”
“Could it cause any serious damage ?”, Katrina asked.
“Yes. I could go deaf or blind for a few weeks. I could also get paralyzed for a few months or lose my memories for a little while. I could suddenly have the mind of a child again for weeks or even turn into one for a certain amount of time. There is a lot that could harm me, but I will face it. My Father should get away without a scratch. It is only dangerous for the living relative, not the dead one.”
“Oh my…”
“I will take it.”
With that they set up a little net trap and then waited, while M/n read the big heavy book in his lap, searching for the counter spell. He found it one hour before sunset and he rehearsed it over and over in his head.
Soon the sun was down and lightning was seen with thunder not far away. M/n stood in front of the trap and waited for the headless Horseman to come out with Daredevil. He wasn’t kept waiting for long and out they came, landing directly in their trap, which went off instantly. The Horseman fell from Daredevil in surprise and Daredevil whinnied loudly.
“Tut mir Leid ihr zwei, aber das musste sein. Jetzt halt still, Vater.
(I’m sorry you two, but this had to be. Now hold still, Father.)“
He struggled to get out, but stopped when M/n loomed over him and just sat there. M/n cut his own wrist with the very dagger his Father gifted to him once and then let his blood fall on his Father’s open neck.
“With my blood on you, Father of mine, I herby have full control over you and you shall not fight me until I know you are yourself again in every sense of the word. Fight me and it will have consequences for both of us, hurt me and you will be hurt tenfold worse, disobey me and you will face punishment. I bind ourselves to each other through my blood.”, M/n said with his most serious tone he ever had against his own Father.
In the Horseman’s mind it translated to German and he really didn’t like where this was going. He didn’t understand all of what they said but now he really starts to understand what his own child is doing to himself.
M/n started to double over in pain suddenly and he hissed. The Horseman felt a familiar sensation and it hurt even worse than when he got stabbed into his right side the very day he lost his life. He burned all over, even hotter than Hell itself.
“M/n !”, Ichabod yelled worried.
“I-Argh ! I’m fine ! It’s normal !”, M/n replied quickly.
M/n started to feel a connection with his Father and he felt that he was just as much in pain as he was himself.
“S-streichel…Draufgänger. Lenk dich ab…
(P-Pet…Daredevil. Distract yourself…)”, M/n told his Father.
He always petted Daredevil when he was in pain or when he felt that his own insanity will eat him up. Daredevil distracted him and calmed him down.
The Horseman did just that, stroking Daredevil, like he always did when he really needed a distraction. M/n smiled softly.
“Du wirst dich nie ändern. Draufgänger wird immer dein Felsen in der Brandung sein.
(You will never change. Daredevil will always be your rock in the surf.)“, M/n chuckled out softly, then hissed again in slight pain.
“Is it getting weaker ?”, Katrina asked.
“Yes, but I can feel HER spell. I will fucking kill her when I see her face. This little whore…”, M/n growled out.
Soon everything calmed down and M/n stood up. Ichabod helped him lift the net and Daredevil and M/n’s Father were free. The headless Horseman stood up and then petted Daredevil, while he waited.
M/n came near him again and placed his right hand on the Horseman’s chest then stared at where his head should be, determined and slightly outraged.
“I, M/n Schaffner, the blood heir to Klaus Schaffner, hereby banish your weakening spell from my Father, Mary Van Tassel and any other spells you put him under. These spells shall scar your body tenfold worse than how my Father had suffered from them. Be gone BLACK WITCH !”
The Horseman felt a weight being lifted off of his shoulders and he relaxed.
“She has still control over him.”, young Masbeth said.
“Yes, but only because of his skull now. I can partly control him, in hopes I still know him best, to help him go around a few things.”
“So the plan is in action ?”, Ichabod asked.
“Yes.”
“Then you should tell him about it.”, Katrina said.
And with that they all sat down and M/n explained to his headless Father everything they planned in German. He told his Father to show a thumbs up for agreement and a thumb down for disagreement and if he didn’t understand anything he can touch M/n’s arm and he will elaborate.
He was pretty much okay with the whole plan and understood most of it. Just obey for now, don’t fight her and let his Son take the reins if it gets tricky. He hopes his plan will work, otherwise they are both doomed.
With that they all got into the act. After the deed was done for tonight they met at the Tree of the Dead, where the headless Horseman waited. They only had 30 minutes before sunrise.
“Any questions ?”, M/n asked.
“How do we get the skull if this plan fails ?”, young Masbeth asked.
“It won’t fail.”
“If you get hurt, what will happen to him ?”, Katrina asked.
“He will feel my pain but not be injured, he can only be injured too if he injures me.”
“The spells that were on your Father…”, Ichabod started.
“…Yes…?”
“Could they have controlled him even after he would have had his head back ?”
Silence…
“Yes. But not in the same way as you would imagine… He would drag her to Hell, but she would also have merged with the tree and killed it, while he still lived in it. She could have killed his hideout and made him walk in the sun until he found another dark hideout. And she could have controlled his every move. Just thinking of him, she could make him kill someone or come to her. That was the reason why I had to break her from him.”
They stared in utter horror at M/n.
“God, she even could have forced him to have THE THING with her. Which is disgusting enough…”
Ichabod and Katrina scrunched their faces up in disgust. The Horseman would have done the same if he had his head and face. How repulsing.
“NOW ! We should worry more about what other shit she can pull… I…will be present but I will warn ALL of you… I might not be safe tomorrow.”, M/n informed them.
“W-what do you mean ?”, Ichabod asked.
“I will charge myself the whole day today in the graveyard of Sleepy Hollow. I need a lot of energy against her and I drained myself immensely today by banishing her from him and making this bond. Charging over a whole day can actually lead to overcharging and with that you can slightly lose your mind. I will know who my target is, but I will act very reckless. Just be careful that you won’t touch me and watch the shadows.”
“How can you overcharge ?”, young Masbeth asked.
“I never charged a whole day, without breaks or letting some Magic loose, before. That will lead to me being overcharged because there are so many dead people and so much time to charge up. The more extra energy I get the more it gets to my head, but we will need it. I’m sure of it.”
“Okay.”, Katrina said.
“I might look different, but you shouldn’t be all too worried. Just no physical touch and don’t get too close to too dark, moving shadows.”
They all nodded, besides the Horseman he showed a thumb up instead. Then M/n went to hug his headless Father and then he vanished in the shadows, leaving them behind.
“I hope he knows what he is doing…”, Ichabod mumbled.
They said their goodbyes to the Horseman and then left, while he retreated to his tree.
M/n sat in the middle of the Graveyard and started to charge up. He refused to eat and drink, because that would only stop him from charging up.
Ichabod and the other two got prepared for tonight. Katrina all depressed and Masbeth and Ichabod already went to the old Mill, before Lady Van Tassel noticed anything.
And the Hessian was waiting for his call, prepared to act like his Son asked him to. Until then he just petted Daredevil and cared for him and maybe fell asleep from boredom.
The night started and they all played out their parts. Believing that the Witch actually died, the Horseman still under her control (seems like the curse didn’t set itself into motion for now) and so on and so forth. Right now the Hessian has fallen behind thanks to the carriage and he walked per foot.
The black witch just sat on her horse, holding the poor white witch by the hair. The Hessian winced for her, must hurt being pulled by your hair like that…
Then Hell broke loose. Quite literally. Shadows started to appear everywhere and they tackled Mary down from her horse and on the floor.
“Well, well, well~ Look who we have here~”
The trio and the Horseman looked up at the Tree of the Dead and there was a frightening person on top of it, commanding the shadows like second nature.
It wore a black mask with black, similar to the Horseman’s, armor and the face was glowing a deep red and it moved !
Then it all hit them.
This was M/n !
There were moving shadows everywhere and they all didn’t DARE to move. He slammed Mary into a random tree at his right and then threw her on the ground, making her gasp.
Another tendril grasped the bag that she had the Hessian’s skull in, but she fought with her own Magic. Fire shot out of her hand, that was blocked quickly by a shadow wall from M/n. He swung one of his tentacles towards her and hit her left side, making her fly to her right and crash into another tree.
“Scatter about. One of you must catch it ! Horseman you stay where you are !”
They all ran to a different spot, while the headless Hessian stayed where he was, just like M/n.
M/n summoned rain and let it pour down on the former Archer’s head, making her even more angry than before.
“Kill them already !”, she yelled at the Hessian.
He didn’t move an inch.
M/n laughed loudly and then swung a tendril at her right side, making her fly to her left and into another tree.
M/n scoffed.
“Pathetic.”
She pulled out her gun and gave three bullets into his direction, which he easily blocked off by another wall.
Mary’s Magic only could do so much. She never trained any arts, just spells and potions. This looked bad for her. Then she grabbed the back tightly and threatened to throw it onto the stone she stood, smashing the Horseman’s skull.
Everybody froze and she smirked as she had the upper hand. She pointed at the Horseman and commanded him again to kill them. He was about to move as tendrils wrapped themselves around him.
The next thing she didn’t see coming. M/n sneaked a tentacle behind her and it wrapped itself tightly around her, making her yelp and try to get out. Then she was slammed into the dirt three times and then released only to see a very pissed off shadow wolf.
“Hurt her.”, M/n said.
And the wolf out of shadows did. Scratching her and ripping here and there, until M/n snapped his fingers and the shadows left.
Then the former Archer had one last idea. She can control roots. She put her hands on the ground and started. M/n snarled and fought back. The Horseman saw and felt how insane M/n went, but he also felt how hurt he was from using so much magic.
He summoned black shadow flames that burned the roots to ashes, making the Black Witch hiss and let go of her control over the roots. Then the bag flew out of her hand and into Ichabod’s.
Ichabod took the skull out and threw it at the Hessian. He reached out, but a vine grabbed it and pulled it back. A black shadow tendril with spikes slapped the witch across the face, making her lose focus and he returned the skull to the Hessian. He quickly put it on and M/n trapped his Father into an enclosure of shadows so the Black Witch can’t reach him.
“NO !”, she yelled and tried to get in.
It took great effort for M/n to keep the closure up. He summoned another tendril that wrapped around her and threw her, head first, against another tree to her right. She was knocked out cold for now and M/n started to drop his Magic and with that his mask and everything else melted into shadows. All he kept up was the enclosure.
He teleported down the tree and coughed. The rest of his Necromancy, which wasn’t much anymore, already went to work on healing him as fast as possible.
“M/n ! Are you alright ?!”, Katrina asked.
“Y-yeah… Just hard to keep the barrier up and heal yourself and stay awake all at the same time.”, M/n answered.
He coughed again and fell to his knees.
“M/n !”, the three called worried and ran over quickly.
“You are bleeding !”, Ichabod yelled.
“I’ll be fine…”, M/n mumbled.
Then he dropped the enclosure and they all saw the Hessian with a head and a face. He looked at them but everything quickly fell from his mind as he saw M/n on the floor, bleeding terribly.
“M/N !”, he yelled worried sick and ran over, holding his boy close to his chest.
“Hey…Dad…”
“Was ist los ?! Was ist passiert ?!
(What is going on ?! What happened ?!)”
“Nothing, just a little miscalculation… I’ll be fine. I’m already healing.”
He was too drained to talk in German to his Dad.
“Schau dich doch an ! Du siehst so aus als ob du fast tot bist !
(Look at yourself ! You look like you’re almost dead !)”
“I’ll be fine. Give me 10 minutes and I will be fine.”
And so they waited and indeed, M/n was fine after that. He sighed and stood up on shaky legs. M/n’s Father helped him to stand straight.
“I’m sleepy…”
“You can sleep later, now what of her ?”, Ichabod asked.
“Hell. To Hell with that whore…”, M/n sneered and then passed out.
He missed how his Father dragged her to Hell, how he gave her a bloody kiss, how he returned and brought him home and cared for him until he woke up.
Dexter awoke the next Morning and looked around, smelling something, he missed all too much. The best chicken in the whole world, from his Father. But…wasn’t he supposed to be going back to hell ?
No matter he ran down the stairs and caught his Father in his kitchen.
“Morgen. (Morning)”
“Hi.”
“I’m a free spirit now… We still need to undo your little spell to keep me in line.”
“That we shall do after we ate. We might pass out otherwise and burn the house down.”
The Hessian nodded.
“Ichabod und die anderen zwei haben vor nach New York zu gehen. Sie haben dir Briefe hinterlassen.
(Ichabod and the other two are planning to move to New York. They left you letters.)”
“New York, eh ? And who will take care of Sleepy Hollow ? Or of your grave that something like this NEVER happens again ?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well I will write them just that then. The food ?”
“Fast fertig. (Almost done.)”
“Okay.”
After a few more minutes they ate and then undid the spell. They passed out. M/n on his Father’s chest and in his arms and the Hessian in a tight snuggle from his Son.
They will talk with these three nut heads later… Now they really need a nap.
Meanwhile the counter spell, M/n casted against Mary Archer, hit her in Hell tenfold worse, making her suffer for a long while.
END
#Sleepy Hollow 1999#Movie#Fanfiction#Father x Son relationship#male!reader#Ichabod Crane#Katrina Van Tassel#Mary Van Tassel/Archer#Young Masbeth#Headless Horseman#Headless Hessian
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Bin ein Mann der sich definitiv nicht so fühlt !!!
Ich liebe Sex egal ob mit Frau oder Mann !!!
Mein Interesse gilt mittlerweile immer mehr Attraktiven niveuvollen Männern .
Im Bett bevorzuge ich die etwas härtere gangart . Er sollte gut ausgestattet sein ( XL,XXL) denn ich liebe grosse Schwänze ob in meiner Femboymuschi oder in meinem Mund ....
Gern auch dreier , oder black guys ....
Komme aus der mitte Deutschlands in Thüringen...
Würde mich freuen ein paar Prachtschwanzträger von den Männern hier ansprechen zu können und freue mich über eure mails ...
Eure Ariana ....
Ps: ich suche auch drehpartner für
versaute Fickfilmchen .
Ob 1 on 1 , dreier , oder mehre Männer
Hauptsache (XL,XXL) geil und versaut....
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Hazard Co Protective custody Residents
DJ Music Man- After coming into contact with radiation near one of the labs in Austin Texas in 1980 this spider was transformed into a giant spider. Even Echo had a hard time tranquillizing it but in the end he managed. The spider was scared for awhile until Drachenfire had to move in because of her shifting powers. Some of the staff have noted that DJ Music Man acts like a dog whenever Drachenfire is nearby
Maddie Drachenfire (aka the Darksteel Dragon)- She along with her cousin Millie had to move in the facility because of their Shifting powers that pass down through generations. Though Drachenfire is stuck in her Darksteel Dragon form for some reason, She still has her human mind. She and Millie do not hold anything against their grandfather Dr Hazard because they are aware that he wanted to protect them. She also took Gregory in the minute he arrived which is why Gregory is in the same room with Drachenfire.
Millicent Millie Fitzsimmons- like her cousin she has a shifter trait as well except the only difference is that she turns into a werewolf with black fur. It was because of this that she had to drop out of high school at the age of 17. Millie was a close friend of Vanessa's from High School that was a year behind Vanessa. Though despite her having to be put in the facility she is still working on her education she just takes a lot of online classes
Derick- A dragon with a symbotie know as Cassidy, Derick was captured by Hazard Co in 2009 when he and the symbotie were on a rampage in New York City. Derick's case is one of the most unique cases that have ever been documented. Since he actually had everything going for him until this symbotie showed up.
Dr Sebastian Jones- The most brilliant scientist in the world who made a scientific machine that would give humans the Egale's speed and fast reflexes to survive although upon testing the machine on himself it altered his appearance as in wings grew out from his back and he got talons to replace his feet
Gregory- A runaway winged kid experiment from the most notorious evil corporation in the world Red Solo. Gregory did not have to be tranquilized thanks to Echo's efforts of calming him down and getting him to come to the facility with him. Gregory is one of the most hyperactive residents of the facility and his hyperactivity is best shown when there is a new resident.
Vanessa- Upon her college graduation Vanessa was struck by a meteorite containing a rare substance called Dragobane a substance that basically makes the person grow to ginormous size and gives them a lot of strength. Unfortunately, unlike Gregory Echo was not able to reason with her and had to tranquilize her.
@mellowwolflady here are the bios for the characters who will be showing up in our au this summer
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Tag 26. 29.07.2023
Land der aufgehenden Sonne. Wir stiegen nach 3h Halbschlaf um 01:00 Uhr auf, zogen uns kurz um und montierten unsere Kopflampen. Pünktlich 01:30 Uhr wanderten wir im Stockdunklen los, um den renommierten Fuji-Sonnenaufgang ganz oben mitzuerleben. Die ersten Höhenmeter der verbleibenden 426 Meter zum Gipfel (3.776 Meter) liefen reibungslos, zwar wars ca. 5^C kalt und das Geröll nahm kein Ende, jedoch schafften wir ordentlich Höhenmeter.
Gegen 02:00 Uhr fing dann der Bergsteiger-Stau an. Man lief so nah am Vordermann, dass man dessen Namensschild samt Adresse, Telefonnummer und Emailadresse nach nur wenigen Minuten auswendig konnte. Je näher wir an den Gipfel kamen desto mehr Wanderer kamen von benachbarten Pfaden dazu. Bei ca. 3.600 Metern gabs sogar Angestellte des Nationalparks, die als Staukoordinatoren taugten. Krass. Der ganze Stau stammte von der aufgebauten Fuji-Nachfrage der Pandemie, wo das Besteigen des Vulkans ohne funktionstüchtigen Berghütten für die Masse unmöglich war. Unsere Kommilitonen waren hauptsächlich Japaner, hinzu kamen auffällig viele Franzosen und Kanadier sowie Holländer und Briten.
Gegen 03:30 Uhr erreichten wir nach stockendem Verkehr schließlich den Gipfel. Webster holte sich einen Kaffee und Wilson eine heiße Schokolade und wir setzten uns auf einen Hügel, um auf den Sonnenaufgang zu warten. Wir hatten jeweils vier Kleidungsschichten an, zitterten jedoch beide ein wenig. Der tatsächliche Sonnenaufgang war absolut bombastisch, ein einzigartiges Erlebnis, die erklärt weshalb die japanische Flagge eine rote Sonne porträtiert. Die Sonne ging regelrecht über den Wolken auf und betonte kontinuierlich auf dem Horizont neue Hügel, die rundherum ihre Wolkendecken beschützten. Wir waren äußerst beeindruckt und machten entsprechend dutzende Fotoaufnahmen.
Schließlich entschieden wir uns dem Abstieg zu widmen und marschierten gegen 05:15 Uhr los Richtung Talstation. Über den Wolken zu wandern war traumhaft, v.a. gefiel uns auf 3.200M die weiße Wolkendecke beim zweiten Frühstück (Reis mit Makrele und Tamago-Ei von der Hütte) zu genießen. Beim Abstieg wendeten wir stets die sogenannte „Zickzack“ Methodik an, die Webster damals in Alaska kennenlernte. Egal ob bergauf oder bergab, bei steilen Bergstücken läuft man im 45 Grad Winkel, um mehr Körpergewicht auf die Hüften und Oberschenkel zu verlagern und dadurch die Waden zu schonen. Die Methodik funktionierte super, sodass wir 08:00 Uhr, nach bloß 3h, am Parkplatz ankamen.
Die Fahrt zurück war kurz, wir schliefen nämlich beide. In Gotemba buchten wir Platzreservierungen für unseren Nachmittagszug nach Kyoto, aßen was in der Bäckerei und machten uns im Badezimmer der Hotellobby frisch. Die Shinkansen-Zugfahrt (Bullet Train) nach Kyoto lief einbahnfrei, genauso wie die Busfahrt ins Hotel. Zwar hatten wir 38^C und schwitzten, jedoch freuten wir uns enorm auf die Dusche. Zum Abendessen gabs Ramen, danach waren wir kurz im Supermarkt und jetzt schauen wir die Wallabies gegen die All Blacks - gerade ist Halbzeit. Ronald viel Spaß in den USA! Gute Nacht!
Day 26. July 29, 2023
Land of the rising sun. After 3 hours of half-sleep, we got up at 1:00 am, quickly changed, and put on our headlamps. At exactly 1:30 am, we started our hike in pitch darkness to experience the renowned Fuji sunrise from the top. The initial ascent of the remaining 426 meters to the summit (3,776 meters) went smoothly. It was about 5^C cold, and the scree seemed endless, but we managed to gain altitude steadily.
Around 2:00 am, the mountaineer's traffic jam began. We were walking so close to the person in front that we could memorize their name tag, address, phone number, and email within minutes. As we approached the summit, more hikers joined from neighboring paths. At around 3,600 meters, there were even National Park employees serving as traffic coordinators. It was incredible. The whole congestion was a result of the increased demand to climb Mount Fuji during the pandemic, when the mountain huts weren't functional for the masses. Our fellow climbers were mainly Japanese, along with quite a few French, Canadians, Dutch, and Brits.
By 3:30 am, we finally reached the summit amidst the slow-moving crowd. Webster got a coffee, Wilson opted for hot chocolate, and we sat on a hill to wait for the sunrise. Though we wore four layers of clothing, we still shivered a bit. The actual sunrise was absolutely spectacular, a unique experience that explains why the Japanese flag portrays a red sun. The sun rose above the clouds and continually highlighted new hills on the horizon, which were sheltered by their cloud cover. We were extremely impressed and took dozens of photos accordingly.
Eventually, we decided to begin the descent and started walking towards the base station at around 5:15 am. Hiking above the clouds was fantastic, and we especially enjoyed the white sea of clouds at 3,200 meters while having our second breakfast of rice with mackerel and Tamago egg from the hut. During the descent, we followed the so-called "Zigzag" technique that Webster learned in Alaska. Whether uphill or downhill, on steep slopes, we walked at a 45-degree angle to shift more body weight onto the hips and thighs, thus easing the strain on the calves. The technique worked great, and we arrived at the parking lot by 8:00 am, just 3 hours after starting the descent.
The ride back was short, as we both slept. In Gotemba, we booked seat reservations for our afternoon train to Kyoto, grabbed something to eat at the bakery, and freshened up in the hotel lobby's bathroom. The Shinkansen (Bullet Train) ride to Kyoto went smoothly, as did the bus ride to the hotel. Despite the 38^C heat making us sweat, we were excited about taking a shower. For dinner, we had ramen, and later, we briefly visited the supermarket. Now, we are watching the Wallabies against the All Blacks - it's halftime. Ronald, have fun in the US! Good night!
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Samantha Young
King’s Way – Verlockende Berührung
Zum Abschluss dieses Adventskranzes tatsächlich ein...kann ich "Standalone" sagen oder fangen die Hauptfiguren dann an, infantil zu kichern? Jedenfalls hat das hier sowas wie einen Plot.
Kapitel 1 – Craig
Wer? Salisbury Craig?
Ah, nee. Der Typ, dem Braden mal eine reingehauen…egal. Craig ist ein Aufreißer, der ein Problem hat, dass seine Mutter sich mit 55 zum Onlinedating angemeldet hat. Abends im Club 39 (er ist Joss‘ Kollege) sieht er eine atemberaubende Frau, die gekleidet ist wie ein Pin-up-Girl aus den 40ern.
Kapitel 2 – Rain
Ja, davon gibt’s in Edinburgh genug.
Rain also kommt in den Club 39 auf der Suche nach dem Ex ihrer Schwester Darcy, einem Typen namens Angus York (ayyy. Cousin von Herbert Liverpool, George Southampton und Albert Norwich, nehme ich an), dem sie das Leben zur Hölle machen will. Craig flirtet mit ihr. Sie sagt, dass er sich das sparen kann, weil sie keine ONS mitmacht. Schreckt ihn natürlich nicht ab und weil er 25, damit ein Jahr älter als sie und unglaublich sexy ist (KINDER. KINDER SEID IHR), wird sie natürlich feucht. Allerdings geht sie nachts um drei alleine nach Hause.
Kapitel 3 – Craig
Craig geht sehr erwachsen damit um, dass seine Mutter ein Date im Speziellen und sexuelle Bedürfnisse im Allgemeinen hat. Nicht. Außerdem geht Rain ihm nicht mehr aus dem Kopf. Die heute Abend wieder in der Bar ist. Joss meint zu Craig, wenn sie ein Mann wäre, würde sie es auch mit Rain machen (Bisexualität existiert hier nicht!). Rain trinkt etwas zu viel, Craig bringt sie in ein Hinterzimmer und bietet ihr Wasser an. Dort erzählt sie ihm, dass Angus von Darcy und sich ein Sexvideo gemacht und das auf einer Party allen gezeigt hatte (ah. Er ist außerdem verwandt mit Hardin Scott). Darcy ist daraufhin nach Australien geflohen. Jetzt will Rain etwas über Angus herausfinden, um sein Leben ebenso zu zerstören. Craig beschließt für sich, sie davon ab- und gleichzeitig zu sich selbst hinzubringen. Dummerweise bleibt sie nicht bis Ende der Schicht in der Bar.
Kapitel 4 – Rain
Sie geht wieder in die Bar. Diesmal ist Angus tatsächlich da. Rain flirtet mit ihm, spürt dabei aber die ganze Zeit Craigs Blick im Rücken. Als sie auf Toilette geht, um Angus für ein paar Minuten zu entkommen, zieht Craig sie auf die barrierefreie Toilette, fragt sie, was zum Teufel sie da mache, und küsst sie, obwohl sie mehrfach sagt, er soll sie los- und rauslassen. Aber sie findet’s geil, also ist das schon okay. Hinterher flieht sie direkt aus der Bar.
Kapitel 5 – Rain
Oh. Ohhh! Sie treffen sich im Black Medicine Café. Das kenn ich! Gibt dort sehr guten Kaffee. Ist allerdings nicht barrierefrei.
Also, Rain sucht Angus dort auf, aber der taucht nicht auf, dafür aber Craig. Er warnt sie vor Angus. Sie erzählt ihm von dem Trauma, mit Darcy bei ihrer alkoholkranken Tante aufzuwachsen und dass sie sich schuldig fühlt, weil sie Darcy zwei Jahre lang mit ihrer Tante alleine gelassen hatte, als sie 18 war. Deswegen hat sie hohe emotionale Ansprüche an eine Beziehung und bisher konnte kein Mann diese erfüllen. Komischerweise schreckt das Craig nicht ab.
Kapitel 6 – Craig
„[Es gefällt mir, w]enn du mich Schätzchen nennst.“
Ihr Blick war voller Argwohn. „Ich dachte, wir wollten bloß Freunde sein?“
„Freunde flirten miteinander.“ Er tat es mit einem Schulterzucken ab.
„Nur die Art Freunde, die vögeln.“
Lust flammte in ihm auf und schoss schnurstracks in seinen Schwanz. Er rutschte unbehaglich auf seinem Stuhl hin und her und musste einmal tief durchatmen.
Rain, die das Glühen in seinen Augen bemerkt hatte, lehnte sich auf ihrem Stuhl zurück, als wollte sie zu ihm auf Abstand gehen. „Ernsthaft? Ich kann nicht mal das Wort >vögeln< sagen, ohne dass du durchdrehst?“
„Wenn du so ein Wort in den Mund nimmst, muss ich automatisch daran denken, wie du was ganz anderes in den Mund nimmst…“
JUNGE.
Ich bin zu ace für den Scheiß.
Sie beschließen, „befreundet“ zu sein und gehen spazieren. Auf der Royal Mile. Rain in High-Heels. Viel Spaß.
Auf den Meadows klären sie, dass sie beide später mal Kinder wollen. Dann bietet er an, sie nach Hause zu bringen, wo sie schon in Morningside wohnt. Auf dem Weg dorthin kauft er ihr in ihrer Lieblingsbäckerei ihre Lieblingscupcakes und geht dann sogar mit ihr in die Bücherei, weil das für sie ein Lieblingsort ist.
Kapitel 7 – Rain
Natürlich knutschen sie in den hinteren Regalreihen der Bibliothek. Dann bringt er sie erst nach und dann zu Hause. Dreimal. Es ist der beste Sex, den sie beide je hatten. Wie schön.
Kapitel 8 - Craig
Sie gehen edel essen. Paar Tage später kommt er nach der Arbeit bei ihr vorbei.
Sie trug ein dunkelblaues Nachthemd […], bei dessen Anblick […] sein Schwanz sich zusammenzog.
Ähm. Klingt kontraproduktiv?
Sie vögeln trotzdem im Flur. Am nächsten Morgen telefoniert Craig mit seiner Mutter und erzählt ihr, er habe „die Eine“ gefunden.
Kapitel 9 – Rain
Sie glaubt noch immer nicht, dass das mit Craig und ihr auf Dauer gutgeht.
Craigs Schwester Maggie kommt zu Besuch und traumatisiert ein kleines Kind mit Gruselgeschichten vom Monster unterm Bett.
Rain telefoniert mit Darcy und will ihren Racheplan wieder aufwärmen.
Kapitel 10 – Rain
Sie geht in die Bar. Obwohl er weiß, dass sie da ist, flirtet Craig mit anderen Frauen, was sie verletzt. Angus taucht auf und lässt nach wenigen Sätzen durchblicken, dass er sie durchschaut hat. Craig rettet Rain und haut Angus eine rain rein. Rain ist ihm böse und verlässt die Bar.
Kapitel 11 – Craig
Er rennt ihr nach, fährt mit ihr nach Hause, sie streiten in ihrer Wohnung über Vertrauen und vollkommene Hingabe und Trauma und Übergriffigkeit und Projektion und alle anderen Dinge, über die ich jetzt viel sagen könnte, aber meine Kapazitäten dafür sind grade etwas erschöpft. Dann macht sie Schluss und wirft ihn aus der Wohnung.
Kapitel 12 – Craig
Seine Mutter wäscht ihm den Kopf. Recht hat sie.
Kapitel 13 – Rain
Craig kommt vorbei, drängt sich in ihre Wohnung, entschuldigt sich und sie gestehen einander ihre ewige Liebe.
Kapitel 14 – Rain
Darcy ruft an. Sie habe in Australien wen kennengelernt und werde dort bleiben. Rain solle doch zu ihr ziehen. Rain kommt nicht einmal dazu, ihr von Craig zu erzählen, und sagt natürlich ja, weil sie ihre kleine Schwester nicht im Stich lassen will. Diesmal werden Craig und sie sich also einvernehmlich trennen – denn er will bei seiner Familie in Edinburgh bleiben.
Kapitel 15 – Rain
Rain fühlt sich in Sydney wohl, aber sie vermisst Craig. Darcy geht es gut. Darcy geht es sogar so gut, dass sie auf Rains iPad herumschnüffelt und Fotos von ihr und Craig findet, sodass Rain ihr gestehen muss, dass sie für Darcy ihren Freund verlassen hat. Darcy macht ihr klar, dass sie ohne Rain zurechtkommt bzw. die Distanz eines 24h-Fluges sie nicht auf ewig voneinander trennen wird.
Kapitel 16 – Craig
Seine Mutter und seine Schwestern organisieren eine Intervention und sagen, er soll gefälligst nach Australien ziehen und mit Rain glücklich werden. Sie würden ohne ihn zurechtkommen, egal, was er seinem Vater damals™ versprochen hat.
Kapitel 17 – Rain
Darcy schickt Rain zu einem „Geschäftstreffen“ mit einem „Modeeinkäufer eines Online-Kaufhauses“.
Es ist Craig. Awww.
Kapitel 18 – Craig
Romantisches Aufwachen zu zweit.
Frohes Fest. :D
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Lorwyn: Your favorite color of mana
All of them. Any of them. Be it mechanically or philosophically, in my case, variety is the spice of life.
White is my favorite color of all, the fairest of all, capable of answering anything and of being answered cleanly. The primary color of blinking for value, of tokens. The core of the lifegain synergies that are the introduction to many players to the concept of a synergistic deck, with pieces that come together to be greater than the sum of their parts. White is the color of helping one another, the color of egality and equity, the color of fortunate helping unfortunate, the color of knights and angel. People might each be inconsequential in the bigger picture, but together, they can reshape worlds. If there's no mercy, no justice, no meaning, people will bring them into existence, together.
Blue is my favorite color of all, the tricksiest of all. Among the many folds of this strategy game, you'll find no more intriguing strategies than in blue. Immensely strong... If you can line things up properly, otherwise crumbling under its own weight. The primary color of control and tempo, of counterspells and clones. The card-drawing color above all. The color of mill, the introduction to many players to the concept of an alternate win-condition that doesn't rely on attacking your opponent. The most polarizing color, love it or hate it. The overpowered glue that holds together older formats. Blue is the color of thinking ahead, of learning from your mistakes. The color of progress and turning a bunch of math and a bunch of rocks into a computer that can do anything. The color of being able to do anything you want if you work hard enough, the color of infinite potential. The color of wizards and illusions. Of the fluidity of water and of thoughts alike.
Black is my favorite color of all, the most calculating and capable of all. Black is the color of exchanging resources, your own or others. The primary color of discard and graveyard shenanigans aplenty. The color that'll pay life for cards, discard those cards, reanimate them, then will sacrifice them, furthering its plan at every single step of the way. No waste, no regrets. Everything is a nail, and everything is a hammer, you just have to be ready to get nailed or hammered along the way. Black is the color of seeing the world as it is, and making it what you want it to be. The color of individuality, of persistence and of self-determination. Of life and undeath. Of excess and sacrifices. If I'm in troubles, Black is the color I want most at my side, and least to face.
Red is my favorite color of all, the most streamlined of all. But not easy by any stretch. The color of time management, of racing and steering the fastest. The color of capitalizing on temporary effects and turning them in permanent advantages and furthering of its goals. The color of direct damage, of aggro and combo, the color in which the inches gained from sequencing feel like miles. Red decks win. Temporary mana, temporary card advantage, one-time damage. When to get them, which to use, and how, and which to let go? The color that most embraces the chaos and variance that makes the game fun and replayable, and uses it to its advantage. The color of passion and empathy. Of love and anger. Of fire, of balancing its warmth that preserves life and its deadly excess. Of embers rekindled like old feeling forgotten. Of proud dragons and impulsive goblins. Red is the color that live the life to its fullest, appreciating as much as possible every single fleeting moment of it.
Green is my favorite color of all, the simplest of all. The color of ramp and big creatures, with its potential unlocked through ramp and big creatures. Go big AND go home. If the battlefield is the most important zone, and using mana to cast spells is the most fundamental action, Green will simply dominate the board and use more mana to cast more or bigger spells. Green is the color that knows itself, that knows the world it lives in, accepts it, and plays by its rules. The color of nature and family, of knowing your past and your fate. The color of elves and beasts. Of stability, and the peace that comes with it. The serenity of seeing a world bigger than you, of which you're only an infinitesimal part. You're the world experiencing itself in one of uncalculable ways. Time will heal all wounds, and life will endure.
They're all true, at all times.
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Totally not tagged by @mugbearerscorner to choose a song for each letter of my screename. Here’s what he picked for himself: https://www.tumblr.com/mugbearerscorner/726379129492160512
D — The Decisive Battle, by Nobuo Uematsu (Final Fantasy III [VI])
A — Axel F, by Harold Faltermeyer (Beverly Hills Cop)
N — Nah Neh Nah, by Vaya Con Dios
E — Ending ～ "Onward to Our Own Futures", by Shota Kageyama (Pokémon Black Version & White Version)
E — Eternal Story, by Ken Nakagawa, Daisuke Achiwa and Akira Tsuchiya (Atelier Iris 2)
B — Bayernmädels, by The Twinnies
O — One, Two, Three, by Ch!pz
U — Uns sind die Sterne egal, by Die Prinzen
N — Namenloses Licht, by Yuto Izumi (Mana Khemia 2)
D — Don’t Stop The Music, by Lou Grant (Initial D)
B — Bursty Greedy Spider, by Konomi Suzuki (So I’m A Spider, So What?)
L — Landslide, by Masayoshi Soken (Final Fantasy XIV: Shadowbringers)
O — Opa Opa, by Despina Vandi
G — Gerudo Valley (Remix), by Rio Hamamoto (Super Smash Bros. for Wii U/3DS)
#I tag anyone who cares to#yes#there is some really cheesy mid-2000s bubblegum pop in there#guilty as charged
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