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rayven81194 · 2 months

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WOOO RANDOM DEATH FAMILY HEADCANONS

Lmao sorry pissa and death family nation for being somewhat inactive, take these headcanons that probably don’t align with canon as compensation

THIS IS ABOUT THE CHARACTERS NOT CONTENT CREATORS BTW

Not a single person in the Death Family is warm to touch and can often be cold before bed, their houses and nests are always somehow really warm and blanket full

Missa and Phil built a small shelf in the kitchen in the house at old spawn, Missa and Chayanne have filled it with cookbooks

Tallulah knows how to make perfume and because Missa has been away for a while, Tallulah has been making perfumes for him for when he gets back

Adding onto the last one, there have been lots of ‘failed attempts’, ie Tallulah was being nit picky with the scents and trying to figure out exactly what he likes

Missa will like anything and everything given to him, so long as it’s made with love

Phil, on the other hand, will like everything and anything given to him even if it’s given with hate, because he assumes the other has a connection to it (assumes they might just like things like he does)

When Missa first left on the old spawn Phil used to make small dinners for him that wouldn’t go bad for a while just in case Missa came back when he came back

Overtime, they would get more complex and put in the fridge with a note left for him

Every single meal, regardless of what it is, will have toast cut in the shape of Phil’s had with avocado making the green stripes, and another toast cut like a skull with blueberries for the details

Chayanne used to stress bake when his parents were gone, and that improved his skills in cooking really quickly

Tallulah walks extremely quietly, Chayanne picked this up and it scares Phil every time

Despite his parents vibes and all that, Chayanne refuses to wear black sweaters specifically, shirts are on thin ice and black k shorts or pants are a coin flip, this is because he doesn’t like flour showing on them when he doesn’t want to use an apron

Tallulah used to pick at her nails when nervous, but started picking at flowers instead and now her nails hurt if she scratches you

It doesn’t matter who you are, if you become apart of the Death Family, the first thing you’re taught is how to paint your nails

When Phil doesn’t have a bookmark with him and when his wings had healed enough, he would pluck a feather out and use it as a bookmark

Either Phil or Missa doggy ears pages in a book and genuinely can’t tell who, I just think one of them does even if they have a bookmark available

There are a shit ton of keychains on Phil’s bag, you give him one, it could be of anything (besides anything fed related), it’s going on that bag

Phil sometimes wishes he could proper speak bird, I guess, this is only so he could also flirt with and compliment Missa in another language like he does

Chayanne has crocs

When Tallulah cut her hair, she asked for a photo of Missa and mimicked his hairstyle

Whenever Missa is awake/goes to sleep with Phil, the eggs silently rejoice because those two hug each other extremely closely when they sleep

Despite Missa being gone for the longest time, when Phil didn’t come back on Mexican Independence Day, he developed a fear of him leaving him, like physically being far away when he didn’t know where he is and if he was okay, he understands now what Phil feels when he’s gone

Missa, because he’s the tallest between a bird man and children, will pick them up and spin them, even if only for a bit lmao he’s not strong

Adding onto that one, whenever Phil is too excited or stress or just overwhelmed with any emotions, Missa spins him around to help and it works for some reason

Phil started to spin himself in circles when overwhelmed and when Missa was gone

After the birdhouse and when Phil was physically alone, he used to sit by a crafting table with rocks and ores and make little figures of Chayanne, Tallulah and Missa, they weren’t the best and didn’t the proportions weren’t amazing, but he spent weeks on each one and added little faces with a marker

He left the Chayanne and Tallulah statues on their respective beds, with Missa beside the flower pot, hoping they would be replaced with the real people when he woke up

They never were, but Phil put them in the window upstairs once the eggs were back

When the eggs first went missing, Phil took out some cookbooks, and every single meal that looked frequently used/visited was made, and always left out for Missa

If they weren’t eaten, Phil would eat half of it for his dinner the next day, the other half in a fridge

He actually made Missa a fridge to put all these meal in and painted it to suit his vibes

The trash cans used to always filled with sticky notes because everyday, Phil would write ‘Dinner for you’ with a silly little doodle on it for Missa if he returned while sleeping

Tallulah writes in cursive

When Missa was gone, Phil used to write his name like Misƨa (second s is backwards) and make the tops each s look like half a heart, so it made a heart in his name

Missa picked up on this and always wrote Philza instead of Phil so he could put a heart with the z and a

Im bad at explaining so this is what I mean by their names:

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brawlstars-dragon-au · 5 months

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Sketch dump time! A whole bunch of requests from the crazy ex-bird app

In Order: Maisie, Pam, Colette, Buster, Chester, Chuster ❤️🧡 (and a teeny Gus), Leon and Sandy (Leondy 💚💜), Bull, El Primo, and Mandy!

Extra notes about each sketch:

Maisie:

Her breath attack is a condensed foam material, similar to that of a fire extinguisher. Using a gas similar to a pressurized CO² (based on gas-based fire extinguishers!), she shoots it out at high speeds. These hits can potentially cause frostbite and even severe damage to the body if left unattended. She's quite powerful in this AU due to this ability 👀👀 being able to put out the fires and overpower another dragon's breath? Now THAT'S some queen moves right there! She can also simply spray out the foam substance at short range without that pressurized gas. This helps with more close range fire fighting work.

Her right wing and front leg were undeveloped, a disability she'd had since she hatched. However! With the help of mechanics, she uses these prosthetics to help her fly. Still gotta test out how to draw it to make sense, as well as sort out how it stays in place. I've been using inspiration from Toothless (HTTYD) and his tail that Hiccup made.

Pam:

Pam is a bulkier dragon, very much on the larger side of all of them. I'm at odds with myself to figure out whether ot not she'll have wings 🤔 so I had two copies there! Perhaps her wings may be a bit smaller if I do give her them.

Pam spits out molten magma that's stored up inside her as an attack. However, it can also be chunks of scrap metal that she stores up. Otherwise, it's just magma.

Though I didn't draw this, I want Pam to be very resilient to fire in general, as her species/family of dragon use their ability to spew this magma (technically Lava after ut leaves her body? I'll do more research on this...) in order to craft and shape metal. While other dragons need to spend some time to build up a fire hot enough, the Junker family line is able to do this much more easily. (Amber is a close second, though)

Her skin has the ability to crack and seep up lava out of it, potentially coating her body in this to give herself a temporary lava shield, something extremely hard to break through. (In the future, little Jessie may also be able to do this... however, Pam doesn't think she's ready at the moment and avoids the topic or any ideas of teaching her how.)

Colette:

Colette flies in a sort of funny way, twirling around and flapping her wings to maintain somewhat of a chaotic flight pattern. Think of a snake slithering through the sky, but with large wings and the grace of... a teenage dragon (not much, but it does work).

When she gets better at flying...pray and hope she isn't able to catch up to her favourite brawlers cause she isn't ever gonna let go of them 💀 It makes for a great attack, actually! Charging at enemies and coiling around them like a snake to prevent movement, like a big hug ❤️ she just loves everyone SO much 😍

Buster:

Finally kinda set on a design for this funky guy! He's a larger dragon (smaller than El Primo or Frank, but still definitely up there in size)

His wings never quite grew fully, so he wouldn't be able to fly 😔 however, that'll never stop him and his dreams of being a cool movie star 🧡🧡

Buster, at the heart of it, is an unstoppable force when he sets his mind to something. He'll charge in with the same ferocity as his favouite protagonists, rivalling the audacity and hard-headed nature of even Bull! All while doing so for his friends 💪 we love Buster in this AU frfr

Chester:

Chester always has theatrics when he flies. Flips, spins, and fun aerodynamic movements up in the sky! He's gotta compensate for his lack of speed compared to other wyverns after all, but he thinks he's pretty great 😎

Loved drawing this kinda unique pose tbh! That's what I loved with these drawings, I got to experiment without really thinking too much for em with how polished and clean that look. It was very fun! 🔥

Chuster ft. Gus❤️🧡:

We love some goofy gays here 🥹❤️🧡 I just wanted to let em have a little nuzzle + smooch! Dragons don't necessarily kiss, but little side boops like this are the equivalent of a cheek kiss.

Also, a little Gus on the side 🥹🥹 I love this sort of found family dynamic that have! Buster being the cool dad vibe/big bro to Gus, and then Buster being in a relationship with Chester so that he's also a cool dad too 😎 Gus loved these two guys from the very start, they're funny 🤭 never a boring day for these silly lads.

Leondy 💚💜:

My beloveds 🤲 I really do cherish the ship, as well as strong friendship Sandy and Leon have. (Btw in my HCs, Leon and Sandy are 13 & 14 respectively, just to clear that up!)

Sandy, I've mentioned a few times, is very inspired by Capybaras, so Leon finding one is just perfect 🤭 silly little deadpan face lads.

Bull:

BULLDOZERRRR- What a lad! Bull is inspired by- uh, Bulls! Great creatures, large bodies and thick necks to support those headstrong charges 🐂 I love making his posture all confident, strong steps to say, "Yeah. You TRY and stand up to me. I DARE you." Don't wanna mess with him on most days 🏃‍♀️💨💨

El Primo:

Still figuring out a full-body for El Primo, bit he's roughly the same size as Bull! (Maybe a bit bigger)

El Primo has got really small wings, similar to his El Dragón skin. Even his scales and horns are inspired by that mostly! Love when characters have preexisting dragon themed skins 🤭 makes it a lot easier to make ideas!

His "mask" is actually just body paint. He has similar paint on his body, really showing off the vibrant colours and persona he puts on for the crowds.

He WILL beat up his enemies into a pulp in matches. Thank goodness there's the gem powered regeneration and the respawn system in place 😭 I plan to give him a very strong body and tail, enough to support him when he needs to go on his hind legs and overpower his opponents. Buster is designed in a similar way as well!

Mandy:

Last but not least, the Queen of Candy herself. Not even the Dragon AU let's her escape fast food work 😔😔

Her super attack is purely a magical sugar-based rainbow blast, as shown in the sketch. Also, I'm now realizing that I forgot her red spots oml- No wonder she looks so empty 💀 uhh sorry about that, lads 😭 I'll redraw her one day to show off that glowing effect of her spots 🥹🥹

And that's all! Thank you for reading if you made it this far! Hopefully I can make more of these sketch dumps 🤭✨️ maybe take reqs from here too! We shall see. Take care y'all!

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thatcritterthatskitter · 5 months

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This is Not-That-Short Post About the Little Robot Guys in Azys Lla, specifically, Nodes

I need to tell you guys that I'm in love with these silly little machines. They're like 5000+ years old but are still functioning, yet deeply unaware that the civilization that had produced them has long since perished. Every time I walk up to them I couldn't wait to see what other fucked up aspect of Allagan technology or policies or life is to be revealed.

Like a good amount of the software the nodes are running on goes through version updates much like modern machines of our time, not to mention with the added bonus of planned obsolescence and paywalls!

And here's a node that wants test subjects so bad, and also showcasing a little bit of what life was like back then. (As to my guess, it's like some kinda fucked up surveillance state enforced by terrible machines taller than most people).

With the trial series of Heavensward, we also get some delightful information from the node there as well! Elite warriors being subject to simulations that are so dangerous that the the program automatically assumes that you are going to die. Not only that, but upon your death, the node will send your family monetary compensation! For the glory of the allagan empire wowow...

Even our tour guide, the Guidance Node, aka Gilly, would casually drop wild facts about how things were back in the day. (And also that they were kinda expecting us to die via centuries old teleporter) There's chimerical life-forms also being used in the household (as what???? like a toaster??? creature that holds onto your socks?? (and they're like, lizard centaurs + giant heads with wings + actual chimeras like in greek mythology + massive bugs with knives for hands, so maybe menial labour would also make sense))

Bonus: their classification on the ffxiv wiki

bloodless object...

#ffxiv #rambles #i love nodes i love nodes i love nodes #i love silly machines #heavensward spoilers #i still havent gotten to endwalker yet so im guessing that there's some pieces still missing as to what life was like back then???#sorry that this is not very concise haha. got too excited sharing the nodes i saw to really get everything together properly #Azys Lla #Heavensward #there are infact. more nodes that i havent mentioned that i probably forgot/wouldn't fit into this post

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thefangirlofhp · 7 months

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2. bicycle

The bicycle is an ingenious invention—or so he’s told. A drawn carriage for one person; an affordable means of transportation for those short a few wings or winnowing; that it’s a piece to a puzzle of struggle and inconvenience that will revolutionize the way of commute. He supposes it is true, otherwise the children in his neighborhood wouldn’t have taken to it so quickly. But he’s fallen so many times off it’s uncomfortable seat already and cannot make it a few feet without tumbling to his side. It is a stupid matter, useless to him surely when he is learning how to fly and with the promise of power lurking in the murky depths of his potential, but he still cannot help this overwhelming need to achieve this skill—especially when his friends have all taken to it like ducks to water. Stupid to put his mind and effort to it when he should be focusing on his studies, on practicing flying and being an overall wholesome boy to his parents. But here he is, taking this unmastered skill as a personal insult, and pigheadedly plowing through like he’s turning a farm for seeds.

Nyx uprights the borrowed contraption, once again, checks it over for any damages that he’ll have to apologize to his friend for, and swings his leg over it once more. His knees sting and his cheek is sore but he braces one foot against the ground and tucks the other into the pedal. His split knuckles knit themselves close before his eyes in their tight grasp of the handles.

He closes his eyes just as he jerks his foot off the ground in a hurry to place it into its respective place while reminding himself to keep his grip on the other, his body veering sharply to the side, overly compensating his bal—

Everything blurs for a moment and his ears ring. It takes him a few seconds to realize he is on the ground and his head is spinning. Again. He spits grass out his mouth and sits up with a huff.

“Nyx?”

When looks over his shoulders, he startles to see his uncle standing a few feet away from him. Last he knew, Azriel was meant to be in Illyria with Cass and Aunt Nesta. Nonetheless, he smiles widely and waves.

“Az!”

“Are you all-right?” Azriel approaches, glancing around the empty yard. “Where are your parents and Elain?”

Nyx grins toothily. “Out with Lucien. I told ‘em I was playing with my friends.”

Azriel frowns slightly. “Why aren’t you with them?”

“I’m gonna meet ‘em in a bit,” Nyx nods, accepting Azriel’s outstretched hand and getting to his feet. “Ow. I just wanted to give this a try.”

“Why?” Azriel brushes grass blades from his hair.

“All my friends know how,” Nyx mumbles, his face warming up and feeling his ears tingle. “And I don’t.”

“But you can fly.”

“Uhu, but we’re racing on bikes, not flying,” he digs his toe into a pebble’s side and unearths it with a kick. “I’m always the referee.”

“I see,” Azriel tucks his hands behind his back. One day Nyx will get him to tell him the adventure that burned them; he’s positive there’s a firedrake involved and a thrilling tale that will put all of Cass’s to shame—why else would Azriel refuse his repeated inquires but to spare his brother? His uncle is polite like that, and it only fuels the little lord’s enthusiasm. “Whose is that?”

“Thomas,” Nyx mumbles. “I borrowed it yesterday.”

Azriel looks at him closely. “How much time do you have?”

Nyx perks up. “An hour or two. Can you teach me? Do you know how to use it?”

His uncle gives him a rare smile, bright as the sun above them. “It’s a simple enough contraption. The key is balance and not to think too hard. Come on, we’ll make a champion of you yet.”

#nyx archeron #azriel #nyx fic #drabbles #nyx fanfic #acotar #acotar fic

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wonder-in-wings · 7 months

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TIMING: Recent-ish LOCATION: Fable Blades PARTIES: Owen (@apaininyourneck and Parker (@wonder-in-wings SUMMARY: Parker visits Fable Blades, definitely to shop for weapons and not because he was told there were giant spiders in the cellar. Owen is there and does what Owen does best, which is anything he sets his mind to. CONTENT WARNINGS: Two insufferable know-it-alls have a hissing match

This was the place, right? The place that Mack had told him about - the one with the supposedly bull-sized spiders in the cellar? Parker’s blue eyes danced over the exterior of the building. Unassuming, almost archaic in the way the wood bent but never truly yielded over the years of weathered use. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted whatever was on the inside… He tended to make his own weapons since they were so unique and specific to what his modus operandi was and he didn’t really frequent public stores. Not that this place was particularly public, though if he had to guess he was sure this establishment had seen its fair share of passersby and enthusiasts who wondered what the hell they sold here.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Parker had to keep himself from going into the building and asking whoever was working the counter (if they had a counter) where the giant spiders were or if they had any other pests they couldn’t control. Instead, he walked in with a measure of self-restraint, for a moment moving stiffly as though he were a ball-jointed doll being moved by a careless child. The inside carried a peculiar scent of metal and wood, combined together to form the antique weapons that lined the walls and cases in front of them. One of his hands went to the ever-present leather belt that always hugged his hips, the other absently fidgeting with the spinner ring that Rayne gave him to settle the effects of the crystal on his mind. Both were soothing gestures as he was in the unfamiliar store.

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With The Wormhole still under repair - god, Owen’s blood still ran hot at the thought of that fucking ranger - the shifts at Fable Blades had gotten more frequent. Chet, true to character, hadn’t bothered to ask about the new bandages Owen was sporting thanks to said fucking warden and his werewolf buddy. He’d simply grunted an agreement to give him a few more shifts and left it at that. He’d been using all this extra time at the weapons store to gain some more knowledge on shifters, more ways to kill them to be more exact.

A man he didn’t recognize entered, forcing Owen to put down the silver blade he’d been messing with. Surveying the man, immediately spotting that this wasn’t an antiques enthusiast or a LARPer looking to impress with a shiny weapon they had no idea how to use. Granted, the healing slashes on his face were a pretty dead giveaway. A ranger? Might be good for some information, then. The man looked tense as fuck, however, fiddling with uncertainty that made Owen quirk an eyebrow. “You lost?” he questioned, stepping out from behind the counter, voice devoid of any customer service.

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Insufficient hearing did Parker no favors though he compensated by being on alert, light on his feet on the off-chance that something would happen. Of course, he kept his blue eyes drifting for any signs of pests or insects but seemed to come up short. He heard someone addressing him though and his head turned sharply to regard a tall, lanky man coming from behind the counter - the employee tasked with asking superficial questions to make sure he, as the ‘customer’ was being attended. He noticed the bandages but didn’t ask about them - perhaps they were also a hunter who’d gotten into trouble recently. It seemed to be a common occurrence, though before the incident with Felix, the Warden almost prided himself on not sporting any visible scars. “No, I don’t believe so.” Parker replied, his own tone flat though not necessarily aggressive as his blue eyes stared at the employee’s face. “...Then again, I might be. I was told that there were giant spiders in the cellar but… now that I think about it, I may have the wrong weapons store.” His expression didn’t falter, though his voice now indicated that that wasn’t normal starting conversation. “I mean…” ‘Too late.’ “I’m here for… weapons.” ‘The important thing is that you tried, my son.’

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Leaning back against the counter, arms crossed, Owen regarded the newcomer further. The man had barely looked at the weapons on display, more so scouring the entire area. Even the customers that strayed in here by accident got enamored by the wide arrange of different blades and bows, some of them handcrafted to look more like art than weaponry. Hunter-like looks or not, it was doubtful this man was here just for shopping. Sure enough, the provided explanation proved as much but didn’t exactly offer much in the sense of clearing up the situation.

With an amused snort, Owen raised an eyebrow, allowing the man to fumble through the feeble attempt at a lie. “You’re a shit liar. And your resources are definitely shit, too.” Giant spiders? He wouldn’t have minded a look at something like that but alas. “We don’t even have a basement, buddy, and I’m sure I would have noticed giant spiders around.” Sizing up the man even further, making the gesture very noticeable, Owen continued. “You don’t look like pest control so… bug kink or just always craved death by spiders?”

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‘You should really leave it to the pros.’ His brother’s voice mingling with the employee’s bold assertion that he was a poor liar didn’t mix well in Parker’s brain and his brow subtly furrowed to reflect it as he noticed the other man’s obvious body language, as though gauging the Warden for a response. He didn’t know what type of response he wanted, though, aside from the crude language suggesting that he either wasn’t particularly eloquent or he didn’t bother himself with making sure he left an intellectual first impression. Parker was willing to bet that it was both. “I’m usually rather proficient at lying.” And the ironic thing was that it wasn’t a lie. Not that the stranger could’ve known that. He wanted to add that the other man was probably right about his sources as well, though he didn’t know if he wanted to already admit that the guy was right. The Warden could’ve sworn it was Fabled Blades… oh. Oops. He didn’t wear realization on his face as he learned that it wasn’t his source that was bad, it was his memory. He gulped quietly, the only acknowledgment he paid to the thought before he pulled himself out of those filing cabinets, the library of thoughts and he was brought to the present once more. “Neither.” He replied, one of his brows twitching slightly with it. “I’m a Collector.” Parker opted to explain, if not in great detail. “And I’ve yet to add ‘large spiders of indeterminate species’ to my collection.” A pause. “The size of a bull, I was told. Not a goliath bird-eating spider.”

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This man didn’t look all too impressed with Owen’s jokes but people rarely appreciated them at first. It also rarely deterred the slayer, even if they continued to dislike his quips and general attitude. “Ah, just an off day for the proficient liar, then,” he shot back, trying still to get any sort of read on the man’s almost blank face. As someone who prided themselves on not showing unwanted emotions splattered across his face, Owen did at least usually have an expression of some sort visible. It seemed like this man was either lagging or just… not feeling anything at all. A real charmer.

Then finally, the slightest hint of a reaction. Well, reaction or involuntary twitch of a muscle. Either way, a fairly muted response to being accused of whatever the name for a spider kink was (Owen was sure a name existed, as it did for most everything one could think of). Uncrossing his arms, Owen finally pushed himself away from the counter and stepped up closer, eyebrows raising at the provided job title. Wondering what else this man considered necessary to his collection. “Sorry to disappoint.” He wasn’t, obviously, made clear by the amused expression on his face.

“I’ve lived here for quite some time, though. If you tell me the sort of stuff you’re looking for, I might be able to help point you in the right direction.” It might have sounded like an unexpected gesture of goodwill - to anyone who hadn’t known Owen for more than five minutes. The offer was a means to an end, learning more about this strange man and his ‘collection’. Owen was definitely intrigued. “And to clear the air, I’m a hunter, that scar on your face definitely makes me think you’re one too, and we do sell weapons catered to more… specific prey.”

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“Unless that’s also a lie.” Parker didn’t like going down that thread of thought; on a good day, it was aggravating and otherwise it was infuriating for him to have to deal with the other person. This man, however, seemed… well, not stupid, that much the Warden could discern. Foolish, maybe. Apathetic, certainly, and once more he was wondering if there was something in the air that caused so many people around the town to be… flirtatious. ‘That’s not the word I’d have used.’ He knew the word his brother would’ve used. ‘It doesn’t affect you though. Ya weirdo.’ The apology was empty but even if it wasn’t, it didn’t concern Parker; he knew better than to have any attainable expectations for anyone, especially haughty know-nothings who were taller than him, even if it was only by... an inch, if that much; the slightest difference in height apparently made a huge difference in how much thinner the air was, if the way they talked was any indicator. “Do you always judge the profession of an individual based on their superficial, mutable character traits?” The Warden asked, the same eyebrow quirking though it was slightly more noticeable this time. It was an ‘interesting’ perception to have, and when he thought ‘interesting’ he actually meant ‘stupid’. “Since you think of me to be a temporary respite from your evident boredom, I’ll entertain your guess as to which type of hunter I might be. Assuming I am one and not just someone knowledgeable on whatever you’re talking about.” He kept his icy stare on the other man, his hands instinctively resting on his belt as he made it as obvious as he possibly could’ve with that sentence alone.

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Lips twitched into a semblance of a smile - the slightest bite noticeable behind the stranger’s words. Clearly not just going to roll over and give in. Good, Owen thought. Messing with people that didn’t fight back always felt too much like kicking a sad puppy. That didn’t mean that he backed off when people didn’t defend themselves but it did make it less fun. “Do you always talk like you’re attempting to sound smarter than everyone else in the room? Or are you just trying to impress me?” he shot back, smile morphing into a grin.

Another long and overly complicated sentence, confirming what Owen had suspected from the get go and honestly, the man would have had a much harder time trying to convince him he wasn’t some sort of hunter. Owen was rarely wrong and the occasions on which he admitted to being wrong were even rarer. “Aww, come on. Not even going to give me a clue?” he complained, even as amusement tinted the words. His first bet would have been a ranger judging from the look and size of the scar but seeing as Owen himself had jostled with a few shifters, it wasn’t enough for a solid guess. The rest of the man’s unimpressive appearance didn’t provide much, either.

“If you’re so knowledgeable, I think it’s only fair that you have to guess as well. Random guessing is no fun though so… Preferred weapon? I’d have to go with something like… this,” he said, moving a few steps closer to the display wall and gesturing towards one of the trailing point hunting knives propped up there.

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Parker tilted his head ever-so-slightly. “I don’t have to attempt.” He replied simply, with a hidden level of self-assurance; as far as he was concerned, he didn’t. And he left off the part where he also didn’t feel a need to impress someone else, whether or not it was a joke. He figured at this point that it was - everything about the man who cast him playful smiles and teasing remarks, fake questions that gave false emotions indicated that he wasn’t taking any of this seriously. His inquiries carried an empty weight to them. He was self-assured, cocky… outgoing. He had the standard fare as far as scars went and Parker didn’t want to glance down at the man’s hands longer than necessary, feeling as though it would make him seem like he was being submissive though oftentimes hands held greater secrets than one would’ve known. Any weapons he would’ve had seemed to be under his jacket, rather smartly so considering they were technically in public. Parker didn’t often obscure his utility belt, for better or for worse - he had remarked that Rhett looked distinguishable from the populace but he failed to realize that the same could be said about himself with his belt and, more recently, the scar on his face. Then the man took a few steps over and motioned to what appeared to be a hunting knife. Then again, Parker supposed all of the weapons in there were for hunting. It wasn’t enough for him to make an educated guess, though the man certainly didn’t give him any impression that he was a Warden, reminding him of his brother as much as he did off the bat. He inhaled slowly and glanced around the establishment. “I don’t see my preferred weapon here.” He remarked rather mildly, and not untruthfully for multiple reasons. He wondered if that would help narrow him down. “Then again, I suppose I shouldn’t come to a weapons shop for knowledge.” He glanced back at the stranger. “Parker.” He offered his name, considering if he should ask if he could have the other one’s name as well, gauging to see if he really was as naive as many other hunters he’d encountered. Ultimately, he decided against it, though.

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With the amount of blades and bows scattered across the wall, Owen felt fairly confident in his decision to rule out ranger as a possibility. There was always the option of a firearm, sure, but the ones Owen had met so far rarely indulged in that. What was the point of superior strength if not to brutally take down what you were hunting? And if this strange man was a gunslinging ranger, then he had to be a pretty bad one to have gotten that scar. “Don’t let Chet hear you talking shit like that. He’s not nearly as nice as I am.” The truth, in a way since ‘nice’ was a far cry from what the slayer generally was, but Chet was an asshole and would not take kindly to his knowledge and store being bashed in one sentence.

A name was provided unprompted and Owen thought about completely ignoring social standards, let this Parker have to earn his way to a name but decided against it on the off chance it would insult the snooty man enough to make him leave. Owen still wanted to know what exactly it was that he collected, other than theoretically giant spider legs. “Owen. Do you work business hours or late shifts?”

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Owen. Parker’s first thought was ‘ranger’ but then again, maybe that was because the name was associated with ‘Rover’ to him. ‘Rangers are basically beasts themselves; just gotta be bigger and stronger than ‘em’, he heard his father say. Then again… each subtype tended to dress, act and carry themselves a certain way, especially rangers and slayers: in his experience, rangers were all flannel, all day with an excess of hair whether it was facial or otherwise (as though the concept of not having grabbable hair was foreign to them). He allowed his blue eyes to stray from Owen’s face, now glancing down at his attire. Not completely obvious but then again, he didn’t figure Wardens decided to be eye-catching either until he met Rhett. While he was looking, however, he did catch a quick peek at the hunter’s hands where he could’ve sworn he saw some entry points for fangs. Still, though, they could’ve belonged to a dog or a snake, perhaps… not a werewolf; he was under the impression those left bigger marks. What else did he know? ‘Don’t get trapped with a slayer in the dark; they can see better ‘n you can and they’ll leave you sooner than help’. “I work at the museum as my day job.” ‘Rangers can hear better than you, too; they gotta have special powers or else they’re just as useless as they seem.’ Parker remembered being a child, sitting in one of the old moth-eaten chairs in the chateau, leaning over a table working on one of his specimens as his father went on another rant about hunters. “But I tend to do my best work whenever inspiration strikes.” A pause. “Surely you have something better to do with your time, as well.” He glanced over at the other man. “...No offense to Chet, of course. But this place doesn’t seem exciting enough for you.”

—

It was rare to be perceived in the way he currently was, those chilly eyes gauging Owen like a puzzle needing solving. The slayer was used to all kinds of once-overs, be they judgemental or filled with interest but this felt like a first. Like he was being read in a way Owen knew himself to be guilty of from time to time - people could lie, their actions and appearance were harder to hide. Being under this kind of scrutiny himself was… interesting. Made him wonder what, if anything, about his own appearance might give away some unspoken truth. He felt confident in his ability to display what he wanted to the world so being analyzed was less nerve-wracking, more intriguing.

Museum. Fitting for a self-proclaimed collector of things yet to be further defined and a job that made Owen recoil with boredom at the mere thought. Slayer or warden? Inspiration was an interesting choice of words. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been struck with inspiration, more often it was an overflow of pent up energy that preceded most hunts. Was he being coy about the time of day on purpose, though? It would provide some clues if Parker mentioned nighttime. Though he didn’t seem the type to be coy and something about the word inspiration stuck with Owen. “Museum. Sounds like a good fit.” He didn’t elaborate on what was obviously a dig from the tone of his voice, letting Parker have the pleasure of taking whatever meaning he wanted from that.

“I do my best work after hours, this just provides me with access to the best weapons and information,” Owen argued, even though the fucker was right - this place was far from exciting. Making money from vampire killing wasn’t exactly easy, though. Whenever inspiration strikes. “I’m doubling down on warden. Not charming enough to be a slayer.” Obviously that wasn’t the reasoning for his choice but every opportunity for an insult was a good one.

—

Was everything Owen said intended to either be sarcastic or insulting? Parker wondered if the man casually standing before him was capable of being serious or honest about something that lay outside his interests. ‘And that’s you thinking that, so you know it’s bad.’ The Warden ignored the comment about the museum being a good fit, something he could only assume Owen wasn’t sure if he meant due to only knowing the one facet of him and that being ‘he collects things’. Instead, he thought a little more about his own answer pertaining to what type of hunter Owen was. How accurate were the tried and true stereotypes about other hunters? Unfortunately (or perhaps quite fortunately), Parker hadn’t interacted with many hunters in general but his mind was a veritable steel trap and he keenly remembered each one he had interacted with. And he wasn’t sure what about their interaction had indicated that he wasn’t a ranger but the other man’s last comment about how Parker must’ve been a Warden because of his lack of perceivable charm all but confirmed his own idea. “Which means you must be a slayer.” He replied, finally removing his steely stare from Owen entirely as the nonverbal game had seemingly reached its natural conclusion. It was still a guess, not something he preferred, but if the other man could guess based on one or two traits, then the Warden could, too. “Daggers are close to stakes, which means you get up close and personal with your target; rangers, in my experience, prefer to use guns and bows. You also work at a weapons store for the ‘best weapons and information’, in your own words and the only rangers I know that have desk jobs - or relatively speaking - are retired. And they hate them. “‘I didn’t ask’.” He inhaled as he imitated Owen, bobbing his head slightly as he said the comment with what could’ve been a mocking tone in his flat affect. “You’re right, you didn’t, which is why you aren’t a Warden.” Parker placed his hands on his belt, looking sideways at the man as he started to pace in the space he was given. “Slayers are some of the most self-aggrandizing people I’ve ever met inside supernatural circumstances, and I deal with fae: only a slayer would say that someone isn’t ‘charming enough’ to be one of them.” He paused, licking his lower lip. “‘Are you done?’ Yes. I am.” Parker returned his stare to Owen’s pale face. “Did I get anything wrong? If so, tell me; I can use this as a learning opportunity for future endeavors.”

—

Owen grinned proudly when his hunch was confirmed, even though his choice of words had seemingly provided Parker with enough information for an educated guess. “So you do think I’m charming,” he teased, although it was doubtful the stoic man standing in front of him was charmed by anything. The rest of the warden’s evidence as to Owen’s heritage wasn’t too far off, meaning Parker was smart which the slayer had somewhat pieced together by now. Before he could even respond, the man continued, some semblance of sass starting to break through, Owen’s annoying comments clearly having ignited something.

A smile played on his lips as he let Parker monologue, eyes trailing him as he paced, one eyebrow raised in amusement. Owen wasn’t sure if ‘being a slayer’ was all that lay behind his supposed ‘self-aggrandizing’ (again with the big words) behavior but he supposed they did tend to be cockier than most. Not all of them were using it to hide their crippling self-hatred like a certain hispanic slayer, but still. Point for Parker.

That cold gaze finally returned to meet Owen’s, whose face was still painted with humor, nothing from the warden’s little speech seeming to have any impact. “Bravo,” he said sarcastically, giving Parker a mocking slow clap. “You know, you’re almost bitchy enough to be a slayer, I’ll give you that.” Chuckling quietly, Owen moved away from the other and headed back to the counter, hoisting himself up to sit on top of it. “So - any chance of buying a ticket to see your little collection? I doubt there’s anything like it in our regular, musty museum.”

—

He should’ve known from the second he opened his mouth to explain his reasoning that none of it would’ve registered with the slayer - he supposed his father’s biases against certain hunters still held some merit, This was why Parker didn’t talk very often; if there was one thing he hated more than engaging in conversation, it was not being listened to during those conversations. Granted, he might’ve been a little unintentionally sarcastic but he didn’t think he was wrong about any of it. But… Owen responded with more dry humor. And Parker would’ve taken the backhanded compliment with more grace and quip if he were his brother but he wasn’t, so instead of reacting favorably or unfavorably, he didn’t react at all. He crossed his arms as he kept his persistent stare on the slayer, the latter unprofessionally sitting on the countertop. He supposed he wasn’t surprised at the behavior, but he did think he was slightly surprised when the other man asked to see his collection. Parker had to resist the urge to give a direct and blunt ‘no’; given how they’d interacted thus far, the Warden didn’t trust Owen’s respect for his craft as far as he could care to throw the man, which was that he didn’t care at all to even try. He didn’t seem like the type to take anything outside of his narrow wheelhouse of interests seriously; on the contrary, Parker assumed he would’ve made fun of whatever he saw sooner than admitting that what he was observing was actually interesting, beautiful or immaculately-arranged.

“I think you’d find it boring.” He finally said after chewing on whatever words he arranged in a sentence that didn’t make him look bad or throw Owen under the bus, fitting a position as that would’ve been. “Or would you like to prove me wrong?” It was a gamble and he wasn’t sure if Owen would bite but if he was as predictable as just about any other hunter he’d met, the slayer’s pride would be too great to have someone like Parker tell him how he thought he’d react to something.

—

Ah, finally. A hint of emotion other than general distaste, when the faintest hint of surprise passed over the warden’s face. Owen’s smile grew smug, head cocked, daring the other man to turn him down. Parker didn’t, taking the coward’s route of trying to pin the whole thing on someone else. It was a bold faced lie - pride had dripped from the man at the first mention of his collection and he was smart, definitely smart enough to know that any collection containing giant spider legs wasn’t boring. Owen didn’t need to wear glasses and elbow patches to be able to appreciate the beauty of dismembered monster parts.

So, he jumped back down from the counter, once more invading Parker’s personal space before he spoke. “I would love to come over and call your collection boring.” Eyes gleaming, he pulled out his phone, holding it out for the warden to take. “I’ll call you when I’m done here.” Again, there was a challenge. A chance for Parker to bow out, to not give his number to the slayer at the weapons store, to not have said slayer over into what sounded like a very personal collection. Owen knew the other man wouldn’t take the opportunity and honestly, he admired the stubbornness.

— Ice met acid as Owen removed himself from the counter and found himself uncomfortably close to Parker yet again. The Warden, having since come to the understanding that it was done on purpose to elicit a response, didn’t and instead stared into Owen’s mischievous gaze, not breaking eye contact even as the slayer retrieved his phone and held it out to the other man.

‘Refuge in audacity, brother.’ That’s who Owen reminded him of; Walker. Somehow more annoying but just as likened to a gremlin in behavior and general attitude. The sly smile, indicating that there was something more hidden in the words, purposefully so at the expense of Parker’s ability to read deeper meaning into them. It was actually Walker’s devious behavior and quick wit as children that inadvertently taught the younger Wright about double-meanings, hidden agendas. Things that were there that weren’t indicated from a cursory glance or listen-through.

When Owen said that he’d have loved to go over and call his collection boring, Parker read two potential meanings in there; the first of which was that the word ‘love’ was ironic and that he might’ve found little he would’ve enjoyed less than that prospect. The second, and perhaps likelier of the two options was that he was just saying that to get under the Warden’s skin and he might actually… appreciate it. Give Parker’s work an actual compliment or acknowledgement, the rare thing that the Warden liked to hear.

It was that potential second option that eventually had the Warden take the phone from the other hunter, gazing down just long enough to put in his phone number before offering it back to Owen. “Very well. I shall keep my schedule open.” He replied and with one last, unblinking but brief stare at the slayer, Parker placed his hands on his belt, turned and departed from the weapon store that didn’t have any giant spider legs but it did have a spidery-legged, cocky slayer in it.

He supposed only time would tell if Owen held the same amount of value that the giant spider legs did.

#wickedswriting #writing // (Metaphorical) Dance of Deduction #writing with // Owen

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God your post about how people treat masculine women in media and irl hit the nail exactly on the head. I also keep seeing these people rejoice when a masc woman is forced to present femininely bc it's now "genderfluid rep" or whatever which makes me feel kinda sick ngl bc it's so clear that they think being a butch dyke is a shallow uncomplicated gender experience but being forced to be feminine is more moral/attractive/complex. Haruka Sailormoon is like one of my favorite fictional characters ever but the amount of tepidly queer sm fans who openly hate butches while championing heterosexuality and gender conformity under a thin veneer of progressive language make me want to lose my mind

YES to everything!!! the weird delight when a masc woman does something feminine is actually so uncomfortable and it's like... they've literally BEEN being gnc every day of their life but it's not enough for you until its watered down to just like a generic androgyny its so weird anddd i think combined with the belief that butch women are doing that as some kind of statement and denying them the understanding thats afforded to other women that like they sometimes just do the stuff they do because they enjoy it and it feels natural. thats actually my favourite thing about haruka (and i liked it about utena too which actually comes out n SAYS it when wakaba is like "but this IS what's normal for you", and that still went massively over ppls heads) like she is so casually masculine and like she's just like that. not only is butchdykery so much more complex than whatever tepid futch androgyny people would prefer, even if it wasn't its like literally just how people are helloooo like butch lesbians arent there to be controversial and make a statement ... you should not be responding to the denigration of the gendered boundaries someone has set for themselves like ever in any context anywayyy. but let alone in the group whose boundaries people are probably the most determined to deny (not that people don't do this with all gender nonconformity but theres nothing like the desperation with which people want an unapologetically masculine women to make just one concession to femininity). the whole 'compensating for short hair with big earrings and winged eyeliner' girlboss in menswear industrial complex is why butchness is uniquely predicated on not JUST the embrace of masculinity but also the exclusion of coercive femininity completely at the same time like it's really hand in hand and its to do with a wider social labyrinth of coercion that every woman navigates so you can't just brush it off with choice feminism type platitudes because ummm we live in a society

#ask #anon #butchfemme #also um i know haruka is like super unrealistic but its actually so interesting to see like #masc women for the gaze of. other women #so it is like exaggerated and unattainable in the way feminine women usually are for men's gaze etc etc #but at the same time it feels extremely refreshing because itslike #literally a portrayal boiling over with attraction between women #like. i find the depictions of MEN in stuff like shoujo and fanfcition interest where its like #a fake man made up by women for other women #because it doesnt at all translate as just a mirror flipped version of The Male Gaze #but taking it another level and having a masc woman thats designed to feel attractive to other women is like #yes there are kind of stereotypes and issues but also something about that feels insanely liberating dhfgdfg #anyway idt i would trust anyone that describes themselves as a sailor moon fan because if you can watch interactions between usagi &mamoru #without physically cringing you have something wrong with you

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Death and the Maiden

Death and the Maiden is an ancient artistic trope that plays off the idea that a woman's destiny is to marry. If she doesn't marry in life, then Death will claim her as his bride. There are other ideas at play, but that's the surface reading. You see it all over the place, like in Romeo and Juliet.

I don't really think Asch and Natalia qualify for Death and the Maiden cred, no matter how you assign the roles.

But I've written many English papers, if I want something enough, I can stretch things around until it's justified.

At first glance, it makes sense to make Asch Death. Death is almost inherently male in this set up, at least historically. He's “killed” the original Luke/Natalia's childhood; he has the somber red and black clothes and he's initially aligned as a villain, an outside threatening force; there's the masculinity, the implied violence, the fact that their marriage was always his idea. And being reunited with him makes Natalia grow up, in a sense dying to her old self/dependence on him. When he does die, that could be seen as Natalia's final emergence out of her childhood, an end to innocence and, by extension, a symbolic maidenhood.

But, you know, canonically Natalia really loves ghost stories and I think she'd dig being Death more than Asch would. Her biological dad even walks around with a scythe, come on.

Furthermore, twice the idea of Asch dying is closely tied to his love for Natalia. Remember the Tower of Rem? Asch is determined to die, and who do the Dark Wings blame this on? He doesn't want to see Natalia die.

The other time is in the sealed chamber on Eldrant where he makes his last stand. Luke begs him to live and, by invoking Natalia's name, extracts an insincere promise that he'll return. Asch knows this is insincere, so, as he says it, he would be thinking about what? That he’s going to die -- the very thing he says once Luke is gone.

The Asch manga takes things a step further by having him reflect that his suffering and death will be compensated as long as Natalia flourishes. Really, his death leading to Natalia thriving is much more about rebirth than Death and the Maiden but the point is his love leads him into death even though he was dying anyway.

But it's Death and the Maiden, am I implying Asch is a maiden? That is his business, do not tease him. Taking the idea of innocence/maidenhood out of the literal sexual realm, I would argue Asch qualifies because he dies so young. Which is at the heart of the Death and the Maiden tension – Asch's death represents a life full of hopes and possibilities that are cut short before adulthood, before fulfillment, before full maturation.

Finally, if you can't get past the idea that Death is supposed to be masculine and the Maiden is supposed to be feminine, let's all take a moment to appreciate Thomas Cooper Gotch’s Death the Bride and call it a day.

#natalia luzu kimlasca-lanvaldear #asch the bloody #tales #tales of the abyss #death and the maiden #tales of the abyss spoilers #still halloween-adjacent #halloween is about death #also i am proud to use my english-composition-honed persuasive writing skills to such useful ends #2022 #blood #thomas cooper gotch

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Lemm: 11 (by which i mean post a photo of a bug that kinda looks like lemm), 13, 25, 31, 48?

11. Faceclaim for the role (bug photo edition)

the elephant beetle has a very good short-horn-long-horn thing going on that suits his visual BUT the thing about those is, the long horn and general design suits Nailsmith way more. yknow with the fork at the end. so i don't think lemm is that. also, precious little fuzz on those things

woolly chafers have the exact amount of fluff i'd expect from Lemm but they don't have proper horns!! also they're apparently considered excellent fliers. i don't think my interpretation of lemm lends itself to having wings at all. (i've seen some fabulous interpretations! i fully believe everyone should have wings ever if it's cool. i love that. enjoy seeing it around! just not for my headcanon specifically, i like him being a groundbound normie)

the problem with placing Lemm is that his body looks a lot like like the "generic bug" design you have for most of the husks. which are incredibly hard to place because they're just circles with lines across em. and a head. like, you can tell mantises are mantises but what the hell are the generic bugs meant to be.

i can't place him with anything that is both a.) fluffy around the neck and b.) has strong-looking horns. so i guess my headcanon for "what kind of bug is Lemm" is just: he's a bug. he's fluffy and he has horns. i cannot elaborate and choose not to try. if i wanted to justify making up a species for him i could go down any number of worldbuilding routes and the truth is i just don't care to, he's just some guy to me

tl;dr long answer to basically say i don't have one lol. same as i don't have one for a lot of the Generic Bug Types in hallownest. at least with lemm i can say i've thought extensively about it and just turned up zero zilch nada, and am choosing to stick with the "eh, he's somethin" answer

(i headcanon he's a beetle of some kind, and that the horns lend themselves to fighting/wrestling opponents. that's as far as i can get before irl species ask me to pick a branch of specialists and ruin his aesthetic one way or the other)

13. Dumbest thing they've ever done

have you ever been young and thought you're indiana jones? you may be entitled to compensation [a/n: deliberately vague because i already have a specific headcanon for this and there's a good chance i'll do something with it]

second dumbest thing is generally coming to hallownest. not a decision for an older bug with no real combat skills to make with their head in the right place

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

a crowbar/pry-bar (hefty and practical), a wanderer's journal (reading material! ...and also has some heft), and a brush/comb for his beard because the last thing you want is tangles

31. If they had a tumblr what would it look like?

it would have one of the default boring black-on-white layouts that makes it look like a WordPress blog. his askbox would be permanently closed and his bio would say something about not wanting to be interacted with, but the proof is in the pudding (pages and pages of him arguing back and forth very rudely with other history enthusiasts). i also think he picks up a very complicated tagging system very quickly and it makes sense only to him.

mostly though, it'd be reblogs of museum photos and rebuttals about historical theories. occasionally he leaves likes on certain people's posts. he thinks no one can see your likes but he hasn't actually turned off that setting and has no idea everyone can see him exhibiting blatant favouritism, so if you scroll down his likes page it's 80% history, 15% posts by ghost about stuff they've found, and 5% younger bugs posting about history in ways that are completely incorrect (is he laughing at how dumb they are or is he appreciative of a budding interest in history? it can be both)

48. Scariest moment of their life

there have been a few! he's had a long one. a certain incident in his younger years, perhaps. after that, descending into the City of Tears for the first time and seeing the state it's in and how big it is and the shambling husks and spikes and everything else - realising how monumental this task will be and how one wrong move in a ruin like this could cost him everything, along with a haunting understanding that he is not getting any younger. scary stuff. let it never be said he backs down from a fight though

(in rp shenanigans he's also been pretty fuckin terrified by the Shadelord. ranks pretty high on the list. he didn't back down then either)

[ask meme]

#gmask #goodbyenorthernlights #ty for the asks!! will answer em over the course of the day i think

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 1 year

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I'm a Turtle...and That's OK

I’ve written a whole bunch about being an introvert with social anxiety, and I’ve written a few posts that talked about or at least implied that people from my past (and some from my present) found (find) me intimidating. It’s always been pretty weird being me. It was always hard for me to connect with people, because our greater society in general operates on the belief that introversion is a problem to be solved. It’s something that needs to be changed about a person. From early childhood into adulthood, people constantly pressure introverts to ‘get out of their comfort zones,’ and 'branch out,’ and 'go out.’ Believe me, I get it. While most of the people I am closest to NOW, at 40, are also introverts (J, my son, the people I would consider my three closest friends), growing up, most of my friends were extroverts, because most PEOPLE are extroverts. There is a lot of coaxing to join groups and do group activities and calling working in groups 'opportunities’ to make connections, and the connections I did make were never considered 'enough.’ It’s like having more connections meant I was a better, more normal, more functional person….to everyone else. That’s what it meant to everyone else, but not to me. I always kind of secretly felt like…

And while I can’t speak for all or any other introverted people, I never saw social events or group projects or activities as opportunities. I always felt more like this…

I love this cartoon. I mean, I liked my extroverted little birdie friends and I liked hanging out with them, but when they started wanting me to change who I was because they were convinced I was missing out on life, it always confused me. Like…okay…YOU’D miss flying and feel cooped up in this shell, but to me this is home…this is safe…and I don’t even have wings. Can you guys not see that? We’re not the same.

So when I was working for the construction company, one of my 'jack of all trades; master of none’ stints was working intensely with home sales staff (ALL *big time* extroverts…salespeople are like Grade A Prime Extroverts. Introverts are in hiding everywhere because we’ve learned to compensate and mask introversion because people think it’s a flaw or a disease or a disability that needs to be corrected. You will occasionally meet a performer who’s really an introvert that loves to sing or act or play the guitar or do stand-up comedy or something, but I’ve met a lot of salespeople and 100% of them have been extroverts…*pronounced* ones). And their manager was so Salesman he was every salesperson cliche. Would talk your ear off about nothing special. Would engage you every time you made accidental eye contact. Would willfully ignore (or was just generally ignorant of) body language and facial cues that you wanted him to stop talking to you and go away. Sometimes I thought he truly liked hearing the sound of his own voice. He seemed to never be alone in his office and never be quiet. Ever. When The Office first came out on American television, I couldn’t watch it, because this sales manager reminded me *so much* of Michael Scott it was *creepy.*

Clearly, he wasn’t my favorite contact at work. We had nothing in common. I am a quiet person. He was loud and chatty. I enjoyed being left alone to work. It almost seemed like he *couldn’t* be left alone to work or he got antsy.

So one day, before I met J, a man I had been seeing, whom I was interested in (but didn’t really love), whom I thought was interested in me, began that short, painful process of pulling away from a potential committed relationship. He didn’t want to be connected to me anymore. This had happened to me really often (and still does, to be honest…just not in the romance department, because that’s all J and he’s got staying power). There really wasn’t anything special about this man except that I was worn down from being repeatedly rejected. And rejected by men who initially pursued ME. It bummed me out, because I felt like no one wanted to connect to me once they got to know me, that I was a failure at forming meaningful connections with people, and I wasn’t sure how to remedy that without trying to fly without wings, so, as embarrassing as this was, I started crying at work. I wasn’t crying over the guy. I was crying because…well, I’m a turtle and I can’t just change myself into a bird, and I thought I’d never be able to really connect with another person unless I could magically transform into a bird, which I didn’t know how to do. I at least for those moments of despair, bought into, 'There’s something wrong with you and it needs to be fixed,’ but I didn’t know how to fix it.

The sales manager came over to comfort me. He was literally the last person I thought ever would even NOTICE me crying, much less try to be sensitive and kind and comforting about it. That’s what I get for underestimating people. Once I no longer worked for that company anymore and could actually enjoy The Office, I realized…Michael Scott had his moments too. This is how that conversation went…

SM: Jen, are you alright?

Me: <embarrassed and lying...which I'm historically shit at> I'm fine. <wipes face...like he can't see that...again, I'm competitive in the World's Worst Liar Contest>

SM: I don't know who's made you feel like this, but they aren't worth it.

Me: <surprised he gathered it was a human connection problem...I'd never told him anything about my personal life> It's...thank you, I guess.

SM: If it's not working out, I can't imagine it's something you did. Ask yourself this: Does this person make my life better? I mean, do they bring you joy? Understanding? Help when things are hard? Challenges you need to improve yourself? If not, it's better to let them go. That's not a tragedy. That's a relief. That's making room in your life for someone who'll make your life better.

I have a first cousin I used to be very close to (also a really pronounced extrovert). After a relationship of hers ended around this same time, she was obviously upset, and I wanted to comfort her, so I shared this wisdom from my Real Life Michael Scott with her. I told her to be more selfish with her connections, because she seemed to form immediate intimate connections with everyone she met. I told her it was better to be alone for a while than be with a person who doesn’t improve her life on her own. Her response to me was this:

“It’s so easy for you, though, Jen. It’s so easy for you to be alone.”

And she was right. I’m an organic optimist. And an introvert. I liked being alone. I thought my life was pretty great, just me. Of course, I wanted to form connections, and my lack of connection upset me enough to cry, even that one time at work, in front of a person I’d never think would ever make me feel better or validate me. But…I learned that day that the people I wanted to form connections with were people who would make my life better, and my life, alone, was already pretty great. And people that special were rare…people that could make my already great life BETTER. I’ve found some of those people now (I found J about 3 months after this happened, actually), and I’m holding onto them. I try my best to make THEIR lives better. But like those top two visuals…I’m no longer trying to force connections to make sure I have 'enough’ of them. And I’m surely no longer trying to figure out how to fly without wings or change myself into a bird. I’m cool with being a turtle.

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I'm gonna rank every skylander and ripoff @jelloapocalypse

This will not be based in gameplay but design because fuck that noise any how les go

PART 1: MAGIC

Wrecking ball: [insert dead joke] -6

Voodood: dood you are like totally forgettable 3

Spyro: [insert joke about his face] 6

Double trouble: despite being forgettable, you survived -6

Pop fizz: he drinks mountain dew, truley a gamer 7

Ninjini: ok your fucking cool 8

Trap shadow: who 1

Star strike: yall remember those egg theives from spyro? 7

Hoot loop: CRAZY ASS -8

Dune bug: my apologies to trap shadow, who are you? -1

Enigma: you look like a wow boss 9

Deja vu: cute pigtails lazy name 5

Cobra cadabra: COBRA COBRAAA 7

Blastermind: kaos what are you doing here 4

Splat: dranie bob Ross 6

Pain-yatta: how are you magic dude: 7

Mysticat: eh 1

Buck shot: and eh 0

Over all score: 5

PART 2: UNDEAD

Hex: who's goth gf is this? 7

Ghost roaster: why did they scrap you? 7

Cynder: why are you here? 6

Chop chop: he has a bone to pick with you 7

Freight rider: you look like a common enemy 5

Eye brawl: ok ngl really fucking sick -9

Roller brawl: my bad this is the goth gf 5

Rattle snake: yall ever watch rango? 7

Night shift: I dont get it 7

Grim creeper: dopey but cute -6

Short cut: hesh gonna gecha! -7

Krypt king: chop chops top boyfriend 8

Funny bone: play dead! -6

Bat spin: bleh both literally and figuratively 4

Fiesta: drip 9

Wolf gang: London 8

Pit boss: this sssssucks 3

Chopscotch: your pun name is your saving grace or grave -1

Over all score: 8

PART 3: LIFE

Zook: [insert soldier tf2 quotes] -5

Stump smash: neat -7

Stealth elf: porn bait 6

Camo: you're not very camouflaged 4

Tree rex: man going hard 9

Shroom: mama mia -7

Zoo lou: uhm 3

Stink bomb: gross 5

Grilla drilla: isnt a drill counter active to the eco friendly drip 5

Bumble blast: [buck bumble theme] -7

Tuff luck: furry bait 4

High five: hesa pupper 7

Food fight: trigger happy rip off 5

Bushwhack: whack off! Wait? 3

DONKEY KONG: DONKEY KONG 9

Thrillipede: he gives a 1000% 8

Crash bandicoot: WOAH 9

Chompy mage: dr livesly walk 9

Boom bloom: coolio 7

Ambush: not expected 7

Over all score: -7

PART 4: FIRE

Sunburn: sqwaaaaa 6

Ignitor: kinda lit 7

Flame slinger: the writers were blind making him 4

Eruptor: I finna puke, in a good way 7

Hot head: kinda dopey but also really neat 6

Hot dog: stop drop and roll over: -5

Smolderdash: yall watch moana 8

Fryno: I'm kimda loving it -6

Fire kraken: he so dopey I love him -7

Blast zone: ignitors top boyfriend wait didnt I make this joke already 7

Wildfire: anduin if he liked fire 7

Trail blazer: my little arson 7

Torch: she hot literally 7

Ka boom: compensating much 7

Spitfire: lit but not in the good way 5

Bowser: look up @were-Ralph 9

Tae kwon crow: is this a fried chicken joke? 5

Flare wolf: furry bait 5

Ember: she was better in danny phantom 7

Over all: 7

PART 5: WATER

Zap: alotta spyro ripoffs 6

Wham shell: dont look at me with those big ol eyes 6

Slam bam: for being so chilled hes kinda hot 8

Gill grunt: this man goes hard 9

Thumpback: thumpback mountain 9

Chill: not really cool tho 7

Swash buckler: disney lawsuit 9

RIP tide: here comes the crimson chin -7

Punk shock: kinda cool kinda forgettable 5

Freeze blade: "I like your cut g" 7

Snap shot: yall play pokemon 7

Lob star: is mayonnaise an instrument 5

Flip wreck: [vulgar dolphin noises] 4

Echo: zap became a goth gf 6

Dive clops: scooby doo vibes 7

Tidepool: meh 5

King pen: 7

Grave clobber: excuse me what 0

Over all: 7

PART 6: EARTH

Terra fin: did he get fatter over time 8

Prism break: the pun was under utilized 8

Dino rang: picks up phone* "what's your favorite dinosaur" 7

Bash: awww rock pupper 8

Flash wing: theres the spyro rip off 5

Crusher: blag blag blah prism breaks top boyfriend 8

Slobber tooth: a pale imitation of bash 6

Scorp: sorry I'm a scorpio -6

Rubble rouser: uga uga -7

Doom stone: sorry but naw 4

Wallop: furry bait 5

Rocky roll: a lil guy 8

Head rush: I want her to kick my ass 9

Fist bump: hows it going bros its [insert n bomb] 4

Smash hit: yall watch ice age 3? 6

Tritip: pick up the phone a lil kid wants to talk dinosaurs 5

Golden queen: yasss queen 8

Barbella: once again hit me 8

Over all: 8

PART 7: AIR

Whirlwind: spyro ripoff again 4

Warnado: I like turtles 7

Sonic boom: good show 6

Lighting rod: move that cloud so I can see that lighting rod: 7

Swarm: buck bumble literally 8

Jetvac: kirby still better 7

Scratch: again 4

Pop thorn: oh hey it's that balloon I lost -7

Free range: I thought it was a piss joke

Boom jet: human??? 6

Thunder bolt: lighting rods less slutty brother

Gusto: oh my 6

Flip kong: MONKEY!!!! also Nintendo lawsuit

Storm blade: she so pretty 8

Wild storm: I dont get it 4

Bad juju: why are you here? 0

Air strike: bird shit every where -6

Over all: 6

PART 8: TECH

Trigger happy: he has a gun -8

Drobot: another one 4

Drill sergeant: show me your war face 7

Boomer: pfft 7

Sproket: kenzie from saints row 8

Bouncer: DR LIVESLY IS ALIVE AND HE IS AN IRON GINAT RIPOFF 10

Wind up: hit him so hell shut up -8

Spy rise: [sam Fisher voice] 8

Magna charge: yoooooooo 9

Countdown: soccer fans be like -6

Tread head: how do you drive that -5

Jawbreaker: he looks like an orc made him 9

Gear shift: robo waifu 7

Chopper: dinosaurs!!!! -7

High volt: he has a little blue line flag on his car 5

Robow: ok this goes hard 9

Dr neo cortex: jaundice 9

Dr krankcase: gangrene 9

Chain reaction: robo viking 10

Over all: 9

PART 9: LIGHT

Spotlight: must I say it 7

Knight light: palidins be like 6

Astroblaster: the only space themed skylander 8

Blaster tron: what's light about you? 0

Aurora: at this time of day in this part of the country 8

Over all: 7

PART 10: DARK

Knightmare: death knights be like 9

Black out: despite being a spyro clone hes really cool 9

Night fall: Lovecraftian ass 9

Starcast: slam bams emo cousin 7

Hoodsickle: you should be undead 0

Over all: 9

PART 11: KAOS & OTHERS

Kaos: DESTROY US ALL DESTROY US ALL DESTROY US ALL 10

Cyclops snail: theres a reason he was scrapped -10

Over all: 10

PART 12: RANKING TOP 10 AND WORST

10. Cyclops snail

9. Eye brawl

8. Head rush

7. Jaw breaker

6. Chompy mage

5. Fiesta

4. Black out

3. Kaos

2. Chain reaction

1. Bouncer

THE WORST: buckshot

PART 13: thoughts over all

So..after ranking every skylander, no I will not do enemies or trapped bosses, I can kinda get a method with them

Magic are based on religions and the arcane

Undead are often dead or malicious

Life are based on flora and fauna

Fire are based on fire, magma, and explosives

Water are based on ice and marine life

Earth are based on rocks and Crystal's with a few rough boys

Air is based on flight, avians or weather

Tech is based on machinery, metal and demolition and man made things

Light is based on holy and benevolent forces

Dark is based conversely on lovecraftian and malicious things

I originally intended on looking at all scrapped skylanders too but I realized there were too many so I only covered the one that was most well known scrapped skylanders

I also noticed some of the sensei's in imaginators were really independent of their element

And another thing was that some skylanders were dropped. In the original generation they had 4 skylanders and then replaced one for giants then again for swap force but the ones they keeped were given ultimate versions that sometimes looked wholly different and then in superchargers some where brought back again ang given new armor.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed this look into skylanders history thank you and have a nice day

#skylanders #list #ranking #funny #jello apocalypse #jelloapocalypse

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got a client i can talk about, full day client, an espthara. first time meeting one in the flesh, prolly the fourth time i’ve seen one in any context, first time having to spell it so please give me mercy. funky looking things ain’t they? and i get to say his name which i am so happy to know: Psiapatra. Psia for short. the person has good taste in names

so i did some research beforehand and his species can emit boatloads of psychic energy. like — pardon my kalosian here — metric fucktons. and it’s specifically to hinder parts of the brain that keep organs doing what they do. in most cases not so they fail completely, but to weaken targets’ response to further non-physical attacks. and, in a lot of species, the liver has a huge role in said responses. i’ll spare you my Hidden Power rant about it now. still never know how to put it concisely.

back to the point, i got an idea to try out with Psia. usually i wait until the base technique is down before introducing synergy energy but i needed to see how his psychic energy reacts with the synergy energy and the park was empty thanks to the recent storms an hour before so who would i be if i didn’t take advantage of that, now, hey? client was fine with it, person was fine with it, Pollut needs to run from Krullers, so outside we go! get everything set up, build up synergy, and burst — the psychic energy is now visible, like a pink fire billowing out the gaps in his feathers. scared Psia a bit so spent some time getting him used to it, waving his wings around so the energy made a little trail. gorgeous, i have to say

went back in to fetch Edm as an opponent at this point but finally tried out a vague idea. started building up the synergy again since it had worn off but this time told Psia to try send the fiery energy at Edm with a wing flap when he bursts. i was hoping he’d be able to surround her with it. failed the first four times but number five got it! practiced doing that until it was consistent then break for lunch. i’ll say here that, as always, Edm was thoroughly compensated for being a test dummy with extra food and check-ins. she does still like battling so this ain’t torture for her, she just can’t as much as she used to. just wanted to be clear and yeah. Pollut was also compensated for not painting the public trees.

lunch done! back to attacking Edm (i do love her). Psia proved he could still do the base technique so time to add the next step: adding to that energy continually. like stoking a fire, Psia gives a big flap and the psychic energy around Edm grows — as does the energy around Psia, now flying in the air above where he stood. he’s using more energy so why wouldn’t it! another flap and both’s pseudo-auras grow larger and brighter in tandem. and another flap. bear in mind here the energy being used against Edm lowers her resistance to non-physical attacks and is a non-physical attack in itself

flap

Flap.

the energy around Edm curls in on itself and herself in a migraine-inducing display. i don’t even see Edm before she’s recalled into her heal ball. Psia lands where he started.

i mentioned before that the energy screws with the liver functioning so professional health check up is obviously next course of action. Edm’s fine, no lasting damage visible yet if there is any, will check every time after Psia has another slot. still going to limit the number of times he can stoke the energy just for extra safety. i am avoiding saying the onomatopoeic term for it because it looks weird now. i also regret that decision ‘cause i had to ask how to spell that ono- word and get confirmation multiple times. not a nice word, that

#client story #have i said recently how much i love my job #\\all this to say did you know cleopatra founded a drinking club with Mark Antony?#\\it’s debated whether it was to drink for drinking’s sake or to worship Dionysus #\\but yeah #edm the empoleon #pollut the grafaiai #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokeblog

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wreckedregent7 · 1 year

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Regent’s Ramblings - Aatrox’s VGU

Another day, another pointed thought-spill, this time about something I have in the back of my brain about 90% of the time. Riot has a reasonably good track record with VGUs - Sion, Warwick, Dr. Mundo, Udyr, etc. - oftentimes when they take the time to hash out and reinforce the core identity of a Champion, they manage to nail it pretty consistently.

However, there’s one Champion that wound up in a particularly poor state of balance following his VGU, and that state has been kept in constant flux ever since, with him very frequently crossing the line of dominance and needing to be pushed back down, and with his core fantasy being poorly expressed in gameplay. And man, do I have a love/hate relationship with Aatrox.

Before I talk about his VGU, I need to talk about what Aatrox was before it. In appearance, he was strikingly alien - tall, slender, with ragged banner-like wings, prominent horns, a jagged, segmented sword, and a posture of unusual refinement despite his trademark being unbridled violence. He made for an impressive character as one of a rare species known as Darkin, and his lithe form helped sell the aggression of his Diver playstyle.

His passive allowed him to store up energy in his Blood Well, and when it was full, he was given a revive a la Guardian Angel, being temporarily put in stasis as his health regenerated from the well. His Q fired two converging blades of energy to slow opponents at a range, his E allowed him to dive in, knocking opponents airborne if he landed on them, and his W allowed him to toggle his weapon between Blood Thirst - giving him minor burst heals every third hit - or Blood Price - sacrificing his health to boost the damage of every third hit.

And his Ultimate, Massacre, had him siphon the health from enemies nearby, giving him boosted movement speed and attack speed, making him a living single-target blender who could either sustain himself in combat or go full HAM to murder someone at great risk to himself.

When Riot planned their VGU for him, they initially wanted to keep him as a Diver - a Fighter who has strong engage tools and high consistent damage output with modest durability. They wanted to keep his drain-tanking mechanics, but reinforce his thematic identity as a warlord and war-deity.

And then when his VGU arrived, he became a Juggernaut - having lower average mobility, being easily kited, but having staggeringly high damage and durability to compensate - with some drain-tanking mechanics. His gameplay went from aggressive, risky plays to crowd control and masterful positioning, which, while not a bad thing in and of itself, but coupled with his other mechanics, does make for a bad combination.

So, covering his current kit real quick; His passive has him periodically empower his next basic attack to deal extra damage based on the target’s %max health, and heal him based on the post-mitigation damage, reduced against minions. Hitting enemies reduces the cooldown, and landing his Q sweet spots reduces it even more.

His Q is a three-part ability, where he slams his sword in three unique patterns, each with a sweet spot that deals extra damage and knocks the target airborne for a moment. The first is a narrow line with the sweet spot at the end, the second being a broad cone with the sweet spot at the outer edge, and then the last being a point-blank circle area with the center of the circle being the sweet spot.

His W launches a projectile that damages the first enemy hit, and if it’s a large jungle monster or a champion, it creates a trapezoidal field with the narrower section closer to Aatrox, with a chain linking the Champion to the center; if they remain in the area for a few seconds, they take additional damage and are dragged back to the center.

His E passively heals him for post-mitigation damage dealt to Champions, and also allows him a short dash, which he can use to adjust his positioning mid-Q. And finally his Ultimate fears nearby minions, grants him bonus Attack Damage, Movement Speed, and self-healing, with its duration resetting on Champion takedown.

His Ultimate used to grant him a one-off revive like Blood Well where he could move around while reviving, but they removed it some time after the VGU went live.

Now, you may notice that, despite having a kit that encourages drain-tanking and consistent damage output, Aatrox gets no attack speed steroids or anything like that. Meaning that the bulk of his healing is going to come from landing his Q, and especially the sweet spots. They don’t have too awful long of a cooldown, but the problem becomes much more apparent in practice.

Remember how I said his gameplay went from risky aggression to masterful positioning? Yeah, I meant it. Surviving as Aatrox means that you need to land your Q sweet spots; the 60% bonus damage matters, and on top of that the momentary knockup helps stall your opponent from landing hits in the trade - but Aatrox’s Q has windup, and the pattern is set, and thus becomes predictable.

Your enemy will start to dodge your Qs better, and then it becomes even more imperative that you get better positioning, catch your opponent with W, read their movements, feint, readjust, etc., just to get reasonable sustainability from a Champion whose mechanical identity is “drain tank”.

Comparing him to another drain tank for a second; Vladimir has a similar means of sustain - it’s all in his abilities, namely his Transfusion and Hemoplague. But he doesn’t rely so much on positioning; he can heal consistently off of minions since it’s a flat heal per rank, and he only gets a more effective boost during his Crimson Rush - it’s not tied to his damage, it’s tied to his ability rank and AP scaling, and a small reward for aggressive positioning and timing.

His Hemoplague, similarly, heals for a flat amount per Champion, with a reduction for subsequent Champions after the first. There’s no finnicky damage math - just “did I hit an enemy”. Sanguine Pool heals him as well, but notably for pre-mitigation damage; meaning, once again; your healing is not dictated by the enemy’s defenses, but rather your ability to stay aggressive and leech off of them.

Meanwhile Aatrox is a drain tank who can’t do his job well without a significant investment in items - and since his healing is tied to post-mitigation damage, he winds up being extremely janky as a Juggernaut whose first item is Lethality - Eclipse. Without the effective flat armor penetration provided by Eclipse, Aatrox doesn’t do any actual draining, despite being, again, a “drain tank.”

And I’m sure someone out there’s wondering; “why all this fuss over sustain?” - and the simplest answer is, because sustain is Aatrox’s identity, and it doesn’t mesh with his current mechanics. It makes him highly intensive to play, and also somehow manages to tie his ability to perform not just to player skill, but also specific, rigid itemization that runs counter to his mechanical design.

The standard Juggernaut fare as far as Mythics go are items that blend durability with damage - Goredrinker, Stridebreaker, Divine Sunderer, Riftmaker, etc. - and here we have a Juggernaut who has extreme difficulty functioning if his first item isn’t a Skirmisher Mythic. It lacks in effective durability (no, the shield doesn’t mean shit) which only increases the pressure to perform and exhibit the aforementioned masterful positioning.

And with Aatrox’s success so inextricably tied to specific itemization, he winds up being nerfed when his core gameplay becomes too effective; as seen with his semi-recent nerfs towards his sustain.

I’m gonna close this one out by saying, something I would love to see for Aatrox is to get his Deathbringer Stance changed; instead of periodically making his next basic attack give him a small burst heal, make it crush a portion of the target’s armor. Sacrifice one of his healing sources in exchange for giving him the power to make his healing actually function without needing high damage, low-durability itemization to come online.

It would bring back some of his risk/reward gameplay and still encourage skillful trades, as an enemy who gets their armor crunched is going to be far more wary of Aatrox’s predictable attack patterns.

I’d also love to see his revive effect come back, but I’ve given up hope on that one, no matter how many limitations could be put on it.

#Regent's Ramblings #League of Legends #Aatrox #The Darkin Blade

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parables-proverbs-pericopes · 1 year

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Interesting things happen don’t they?

Four and a half years ago a group of brave people got an idea moving. You might say they planted a seed. They asked me to help hoe the garden a little and, appropriately, shovel some manure to fertilize things.

The idea, the seed, was to live into a way of faith removed from institutional constraints…no building overhead, no salaries, no rigid ”positions” that would hem some in and fence others out, and a maximum effort to channel our giving and our goodness into a world that seemed to us a bit dark and short of love.

We don’t have cause or desire to criticize or characterize churches and we certainly love church people. For example…

Because of the goodness of a traditional church much was in place to see the garden grow. For them (not it) we give great thanks.

This farmer was nurtured, empowered, and inspired by “traditional church.”

Anyway…

Hosea 10:12 seemed to apply…

Sow righteousness for yourselves,

reap the fruit of unfailing love,

and break up your unplowed ground;

for it is time to seek the Lord,

Some really generous people made a place available. Some very gifted musicians volunteered some very sweet sounds. As it happens, a retired pastor who didn’t need, or want, compensation was available (sometimes you get what you pay for.)

So a Gathering called Mercy Station at Lucy’s Barge came to be.

It is difficult to overstate the ways this small band has reached out - and in.

Four years later the plant is growing. At some point a fruit ripened and the seed fell in some newly broken ground. Saintly folks from another town with a hunger for new life and the energy for gardening came along.

Same story of a harvest of love reaped from seeds of goodness.

A fellow who didn’t know he was being called made space for us in his business. Musicians came to sing and praise and sway and lift.

Still the same dried up old preacher but, hey, God has used less to bring signs of the New Creation.

The Gathering at SRB came to be. Talk about sweet!

Even more love got set free to wing its way to several towns, counties, states, and even continents.

The story hasn’t ended.

More fruit got scattered. Social media sent the news to another people in another place.

Now the conversation has begun about planting some seeds there.

Then the name of another town came into the story.

Then another.

Who the heck knows where this garden will blossom next?

All that to say that we seeds get planted and the love gets harvested and the Message gets spoken and even though maybe you didn’t know it…

You were the laborers for the harvest.

Every prayer you lifted brought rain.

Every encouragement you sent warmed the tender plants.

Heck, even every obstacle that occasionally popped up became a trellis that supported the growing vines and fig trees.

All I can tell you is that it is apparently gardening season and the produce is most excellent.

Taste and see.

Love you children. Peace be with you.

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Can I request hc’s of Kirishima, Aizawa, Mirio, and Hawks seeing their bae wear female versions of their pro-hero outfits?

Kirishima's is longer because it gives some background information that goes for all the characters!

Unedited<3

Kirishima Eijiro<3

Firstly, being his significant other gives you first access to almost anything he gets- clothing included.

You’ve lost count of the t-shirts and enough sweatpants for an army

Not to mention the plushies and blankets along with the posters and the tons and tons of china you’re received, all with abstract/ literal art of your boyfriend.

You’ve worn every variation of his merch you could think of

And every time he had to take a picture and put it in his “baby looks like me’ album- then railing you into another dimension no matter where you had to be

With Halloween coming up - and your 6th anniversary close approaching- you knew this costume had to blow any other costume you’d ever worn out of the water.

You went through party store after party store- mind you, it was only September so the number of crazy looks you got was at an all-time high

The ides came to you while wearing one of his skin-tight workout shirts and looking through photos of his costumes over the years

It practically slapped you in the face and you were on the phone with a seamstress within five minutes

It was the hardest thing to ever keep from him, especially when he was going in and on about his new gadgets

The look on his face when you walked down the stairs all decked out in an exact replica of his uniform, he was in shock

He just kept examining the costume and promised to send the tailor a fine check because it was an exact replica

He was so consumed in it he didn't realize he was taking it off and before he knew it he was balls deep in your hole

O worries he’ll cum inside to make sure nothing gets ruined-- so considerate

Aizawa Shota<3

Honestly-he didn't pay too much attention to what you were wearing

He takes account of it but never lingers for too long

He’s the epitome of all the matters is personality, but all of that doesn't mean that a few looks don't stay in his mind for years on end

Like a few certain skirts that you happen to wear every time he leaves something home and you have to go to the school to give it to him

The black one that Mineta still never stop talking about- a reflection of his actions present in his grades

Then the pretty blue one you went to the beach in, a coverup the just so happen to cover absolutely nothing

Then his favorite- the white one that shows your pussy off no matter what angle he sitting

Of course now, this black long-sleeved short and gray pants along with a mock capture rope

Whatever this was- he knew exactly what it was- would be something he never forgets

Yeah and all those sly smirks you've been sending him all night will be compensated for the second he’s able to get out of this conversation.

Mirio Togata<3

He’s in total amazement

He really didn’t know you could even make a replica of his uniform, for some reason he thought it was illegal

It was perfect, the red cape fluttering in the wind even though there was no wind at all and that it was entirely skin tight

He’d seen you in little to nothing, hello fucked you any chance he got so he really didn't know why it was getting to him so much.

He's sure it had something to do with the fact you wanted to copy how he looked

And ego boost, maybe, but he’ll just tell people that he appreciates the effort and loves that you even thought about doing something like this

But they don't know about the hours he spent later that night fucking you into the counter- costume still on

He didn't even care about the hours you put into it, all he could think about is how delectable you looked all night

Hawks<3

To say he’s obsessed with your outfits is an understatement

He's the kind of guy to want matching outfits for cute dates and taking pictures of all the clothes that he just loves in you

Ironically anything with a big beige coat- bonus for anything with feathers- and anything that was red

Noticing the pattern being shockingly similar to his daily wear, you just decided to get a version of the fit for yourself

The clothing was easy enough, a winter coat some doc martens, and a black sleeveless shirt- it was a replication of the wings you were struggling with

Damn you need to make anything you did perfect, it was frustrating, to say the least

You finally found something that can replicate wings on amazon- be it that it’s supposed to be a bdsm toy- but it worked

Oh it really worked for him

Wings that he can pull on without hurting anything? On you nonetheless? It was perfect.

He just had to take you out on a flight around the city, then of course back to your apartment where he didn't let you out of his sight for more than five seconds.

Those little wings being his favorite toy to make sure that you keep a steady pace while bouncing on his cock.

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What do you think of Nesta’s future relationship with the IC and her sisters? Do you think it would be fair to her if everything gets swept under the rug and their previous treatment towards her ignored?

I don't think it is fair to anyone for their respective treatment of each other to be swept under the rug and ignored. The sisters especially need to either hash out their problems or move far away from each other and accept that they don't have a place in each other's lives. Nesta treated Feyre badly in the cabin: Feyre treats Nesta badly now. The difference is in measures, I suppose (Nesta did not have the power to banish Feyre to what amounts to prison while watched by someone who had already sexually assaulted her while withholding money for time and labor) but also in how the book portrays it. Feyre's abuse of Nesta (yes I said it) is portrayed as correct and right by the book. Nesta's abuse of Feyre is presented as monstrous. They have a toxic relationship that Feyre takes steps to make more toxic, aided, abetted, and encouraged by Rhys and the rest of the inner circle, including Elain.

And what makes it all worse is that to me it appeared that Nesta had already begun taking steps to be kinder to Feyre before even the end of the first book. Nesta has acknowledged and tried to make up for her abusive actions to Feyre. That doesn't mean Feyre has to forgive her or have a relationship with her, but it does show that Nesta is growing and trying. For Feyre to not only continue to punish her and to up the game, as it were, she puts a man who has already sexually assaulted Nesta as Nesta's chaperone (I want to stress the part where Cassian has already sexually assaulted Nesta in the short story, because what the fuck). Further she imprisons her: even further she demands that she work for her with no compensation: and EVEN further the original plan was to send her to the Illyrians, who practice a very clear (and I think purposeful) parallel to genital mutilation on women as a societal norm.

And if the book did not portray this as Feyre being right, or doing it because she cared about Nesta, I might still be able to roll with it: Feyre is after all a woman willing to go to great lengths to avenge personal slights unless those slights are visited upon her by her husband.

Because yeah, Feyre is abused by Rhysand. Thag breakfast table scene? Textbook. Twisting her already broken arm to make her agree to spend time with him? (Oh myth don't exaggerate that was for the bargain to save her life - the bargain Rhys made? The bargain he set the terms for? The one that required her to spend time with him? That bargain?) Also textbook. Not telling her and in fact taking steps to ensure no one else told her that a, having a child with illyrian wings could kill her (Rhys being half Illyrian, he could expect this to be a possibility and should have told Feyre at some point when they decided to have children),b, currently the child she is expecting will almost certainly kill her, and c, there is a way to save her life that MIGHT abort the pregnancy but would absolutely save Feyre's life, is reproductive abuse too.

Feyre, who cannot strike back against Rhys because he is literally her whole life (they have a MAGICALLY ENFORCED SUICIDE PACT) is simply moving down the line. It's understandable, but it is not laudable. She treats Nesta badly because Rhys does, and Rhys is someone you have to placate to be safe in these books.

I went on a tangent, my apologies.

Tldr: the relationship between Nesta and the inner circle is bad. The relationship between Nesta and her sisters is bad. It isn't fair to sweep the issues under the rug, and in fact by doing so it allows for the perpetuation of abuse by Rhys to Feyre and by Feyre to Nesta right on down the line. Everyone is awful! Why am I supposed to think they are squad goals!

#myth rags on a court of thorns and roses #abuse #reproductive abuse #emotional abuse #physical abuse #you know what I'm going to put #financial abuse #in here too

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thunderheadfred · 3 years

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🦅Hawks HC’s🦅

This is SO unnecessarily long. Some NSFW. Minors do not interact.

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General

Has zero social life or hobbies outside of work. He knows it’s unhealthy, but like, who has the time?? Oh? Lots of people do?? Haha what are healthy work/home boundaries? He desperately wants to retire and always talks about a world without heroes, but the truth is he would have no idea what to do with himself if he got his way. Take him to a park at midnight and watch him turn into a giant repressed child on a swing. He’ll do a standing-360 and it will be terrifying.

Listens to music way too loud in his headphones to drown out wind noise. Probably half deaf at this point. His musical taste is wild; listening history all over the fucking place. Algorithms have no idea what to do with him.

That visor? It’s prescription. Wow is he far-sighted. He wears glasses. He’s not blind without them (rather the opposite) but they help him see things directly in front of him without massive eye strain. Yeah, he looks really hot in glasses.

Prefers communicating via text. Sometimes it’s a lot of dumb memes, but mostly it’s sincere. He can say what he means when he doesn’t have to put on a public front.

Smokes like a chimney. Self medicates with stimulants. Coffee, tobacco, sugar. Fidgety, likes things in his mouth or hands. Gnashes on toothpicks and popsicle sticks. He really should go back to therapy, huh? His teeth are sparkling white for the cameras but his breath could use some work. Chews gum a lot to compensate, and always does it really loudly with a big shit-eating grin.

Impatient as fuuuuuck. Rude about it. If you take too long doing anything, you’re going to hear a foot tapping. He’ll smile and laugh it off, never ever directly criticize you about it. But lord, the dramatic sighs. He WILL nudge you out of the way and take over in order to finish a task faster, and it’s truly fucking annoying.

LOVES food. Has the metabolism of an actual bird. Will seize upon any excuse to eat. No need to be self-conscious about eating in front of him; he wants you to enjoy it. Steals bites from you and talks with his mouth full. Prefers street food and take-out, usually eats while walking or flying. Sit-down restaurants are an invitation for gawkers.

He’s one of those celebrities that looks way taller on TV. In real life, he’s small and compact. So you’re surprised the first time you see him in person. He has a big head. Literally.

If you’re taller or bigger than him, he does Not Care. He treats everyone like they’re four feet tall, even Endeavor. Everything you do is cute. If you’re actually short, he’s going to carry you around all the time, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Collects big chunky overpriced watches. All the better to tell you you’re late.

Half his clothes are brand fucking new. Sometimes he forgets to take off the tags. (Don’t look at the prices, do NOT) He never seems to wear the same thing twice. He also never seems to go shopping. Brands just give him stuff, and he shrugs and goes “yeah okay.”

The other half of his clothes are old, faded, and patched up. Every item he acquires for himself has deep sentimental value. If you tell him to throw away that nasty ten-year-old pair of frayed cargo pants, be prepared to find out how wrong and evil you are for even suggesting it.

He doesn’t snore; he coos. Loudly. Like a fucking pigeon trapped in a megaphone.

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Dating

Gift-giving is his love language. Bringing your favorite snacks. Leaving novelty magnets on your fridge. He found a copy of that book/game/movie you mentioned like a month ago, don’t you remember? If he has to go out of town on a job, he’ll bring back the ugliest possible souvenir, just to annoy you.

He likes gifting jewelry especially. Covering you in shiny baubles, little golden things. Not expensive, but unusual. Antiques or handmade, even bizarre vending machine crap. Gets really handsy if you wear or show off his gifts.

Since you’re the first person who has given him The Feels, if you are resistant to his advances (like, say, because he’s way too famous and you’re terrified he’s gonna break your heart) he’s going to go fucking nuts trying to woo you. Doesn’t have a single patient bone in his body but will wait as long as it takes for you to come around. He’ll act like he’s cool with just being friends at first, just hanging out, haha. Oh you’re busy today? That’s cool. Inside he’s shrieking like a tea kettle. Go ahead, make him wait.

Don’t bother giving him a key to your place. He’s coming in through the bedroom window or patio door. Just put out a damn welcome mat on your balcony... or a bird feeder.

A bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch you do your normal routine without interruption. He can see from miles away so if you’ve got your lights on at night, he’ll creep for a while before he comes in. It comforts him immensely, seeing a little slice of the world that isn’t constantly in need of saving.

Is super talkative and funny but a terrible communicator. Makes more jokes the worse he feels. Will almost never tell you what he needs. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know. You will learn to read between the lines and gradually notice his tiny unconscious cries for help. Back rubs make him emotional.

He shows up at your place at the weirdest times. All hours. You’re never ready. At first it was infuriating, because you wanted to look your best and have time to prepare, but you figure out pretty quickly that seeing you in your natural state is his favorite thing. He never gets to be around normal people, doing normal things. A boring, lazy afternoon is his idea of paradise.

He’ll pick through your things and ask a world of invasive questions. A medicine cabinet raider. He wants to know every fucking tiny thing about you, live vicariously through you.

He actually lives in a top floor penthouse. Because I mean, where else? Never spends any time there; mostly he seems to roost on the balcony. He has used the front door maybe once. He much prefers your place, and will only take you back to his after months of dating. It’ll take like, an entire emergency. You’ll end up in his bed by mistake.

Because when you finally come over, he’s embarrassed. Its sparse. White. Things in boxes. A new furniture smell. Like he’s not done moving in, though he’s lived there for years. He wants you to move in So Bad but doesn’t want to be pushy. If you don’t start leaving your stuff there, he’ll steal things from your apartment. Where the hell is your favorite t-shirt? Or that pillowcase you like? Dammit Keigo.

He’s a decent cook, a habit he made himself pick up because he thought it might make him feel more normal. It... didn’t. He never actually cooks until you give him an excuse. He’ll bring you breakfast in bed and watch you eat every bite with big hungry eyes.

He’s got a separate wardrobe for his hero costume and all his feathers. Yeah. His feathers. Because he can detach and control his feathers at will, when he’s alone at home he kind of just... shucks off his wings. The first time you see him do it, your eyes fall out of your head. He walks around in a tee shirt and boxers with these ugly little stumps covered in brownish, blood-red down. It actually looks kind of gnarly, like he got mauled by a bear.

He’s never dated until you. No one has ever been in his apartment until you. No one has called him Keigo until you. He has some bigass intimacy issues. Because. Y’know. The trauma. But god, he wants you in his life so bad, even if he has no idea how to make time for your relationship.

He’ll want to keep you to himself for a while. Once you go public he’s going to have an arm around your shoulders at all times. Publicly Displays his Affection way more than is socially acceptable in Japan, and gives precisely -100,000 fucks.

His fans either love you or hate you. There is no in between. He will immediately take your phone and threaten to drop it from a great height if he catches you reading shitty gossip about the two of you. Does NOT care about his public image anymore, doesn’t want YOU to care about it either. He’s gonna retire soon anyway, remember? That’s a lie.

Being a charming motherfucker is the core of his public persona, so you will get jealous. A lot. He will flirt shamelessly without realizing it. He will get photographed in compromising positions with gorgeous people.

Once you accept that he’s basically an actor 80% of the time and that Hawks and Keigo are separate identities, you’ll both feel better. When he comes home (to YOU) and falls over exhausted and stops being Hawks(tm), when he scratches his ass or burps in front of you, when he yells to you from the bathroom, when he groans childishly about his shitty day while laying face-down in your lap, you’ll know you have nothing to worry about. Keigo is all yours.

Boundaries? Never heard of ‘em. He’s either a million lightyears away or he’s glued to your hip. The whiplash is astounding.

Absolutely says “I love you” wayyyyyy to soon. It thrills you but scares you off at the same time, because there’s no way Hawks - The Hawks - can actually mean it, right? (He does)

Rings? Nah. When things get serious, he will make a necklace out of a feather for you, and if you ever take it off, you better be asleep or in the shower. Even then you’re on thin fuckin ice. If you’re not wearing it he knows. He’s never mean about making you put it back on, it just makes him nervous if he can’t feel your heartbeat.

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SPICY CHICKEN NUGGETS

High sex drive. Horny like 25/7. Probably a symptom of having way too much pent up stress.

Often takes care of it himself when he doesn’t have the emotional resources for anyone else, even his S.O. Figures you don’t want him coming on to you as often as he would like to, but he’s too stupid to talk to you about it first. Morning masturbator.

Yes he’s fucked around a lot but he’s not exactly a playboy either. People have always thrown themselves at him, and before he met you he let them do it. Especially when out of town and staying in a hotel. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, etc.

He’d never be unfaithful to you though; his loyalty and dedication are frankly a little unsettling. Sometimes you feel like the only thing in his life other than hero work. Teach this man to knit. Make him join a book club. Christ. Anything.

Does in fact have seasonal mating patterns and it’s super embarrassing.

An underwear-sniffing perv. He’ll definitely hump your pillow.

Gets a sick thrill out of breaking in and startling you. Coming up behind you in the dark, sneaking into your bed. It’s probably his worst habit, and even he hates that he does it. If you get better at detecting him he’ll be so proud. Land a slap on him and he’ll be a horny mess.

Dog-whistles at you. Often from rooftops, and you have no idea where he is but you know he’s leering.

He will call you a lot of really stupid pet names. He likes the way you blush when he finds a newer, stupider one. Calls you angel when he’s really far gone.

Likes to scratch you with his stubble until your skin turns raw and sensitive. If it annoys you or hurts a little? Even better. Making you squirm is his new favorite thing. Especially when going down on you. Your inner thighs are always exfoliated.

His cock is average in every respect. This is not a bad thing. He knows how to please you with every totally normal inch of that cock. He has some kind of homing beacon installed on your sensitive spots.

Goes absolutely insane for blowjobs. Any time, any place.

Likes to bend you around in all kinds of positions with an assist from his feathers to hold up an ankle here, an arm there. Get used to floating mid-coitus. It just seems to happen.

Spanky.

His number one priority is making you feel adored and at home in his bed. Ohhhhh he likes to make you smile. But if you encourage him to get pushy and dominant with you, you will have a good, good time.

He’s switchy, and will lose his shit if you initiate or take control. Again, he’s always horny for you, because he can finally let go. Breathe in his direction and he’s hard.

Doesn’t moan much, but Babe, he’s a dirty talker. He’s not smooth or deliberate about it, it’s more like he can’t fucking believe you let him do whatever he wants to you. You like that huh? Like he’s in stages of shock. He’s singing your praises to high Heaven and muttering oh shit oh shit oh shittttttt and laugh-crying as he cums. He never talks about his feelings; he fucks about them.

After. Care. King. He loves pampering and clucking over you anyway, this is simply another excuse to do it. He knows exactly how much water you drink in a day. Can’t take care of himself for shit, but you? You’ll never have a need he won’t try to fill. What’s all that hero work for if not this? Yeah, soak it up. You deserve it.

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