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cantsayidont · 6 months

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October 1966. You can't keep a dead butler down. About two years after killing off Alfred the butler in 1964, editor Julius Schwartz was faced with a problem: William Dozier, the producer of the forthcoming Batman TV show, wanted to include Alfred in the show, and wanted him reintroduced into the comics as well! Schwartz and writer Gardner Fox struggled with this challenge and finally came up with the utterly preposterous story presented in the issue above.

Even for a Silver Age Gardner Fox comic book, this story is exceptionally convoluted, so it's best considered chronologically. We begin with a flashback sequence involving iconoclastic "all-around scientific genius" Brandon "Plot Device" Crawford:

This is already straining credulity a little because the story in DETECTIVE COMICS #328 in which Alfred died (helpfully recapped elsewhere in this issue) showed that he had been crushed to death by a giant boulder. That did not seem survivable at all, and even if it were, this would imply that neither Batman and Robin nor whatever doctor who filled out Alfred's death certificate nor the mortician noticed that he wasn't actually dead! Anyway …

So, Alfred wasn't actually dead, he wasn't embalmed, and he was buried in a refrigerated coffin (that's what the purple cylinders in the last panel previous page were for). A stretch, but we'll allow it. However, upon discovering this, Crawford, instead of calling an ambulance like a normal person, seizes on the opportunity to do some Frankenstein shit with Alfred's maimed, broken, mostly dead body, as one does (if one is a reclusive "radical individualist" who dropped out of college to pursue unorthodox, dubiously ethical scientific experiments, I guess).

One of the initial objects of Schwartz's tenure had been to rid the Batman books of the fantastical aliens, monsters, and bizarre transformations of the 1957–1963 period in favor of something a little more grounded. All that goes out the window here, despite the rather defensive editorial footnote, which says:

EDITOR'S NOTE: Physics professor Robert Ettinger, author of "The Prospect of Immortality," has said that death can only be defined in relative terms. He points to the hundreds of persons revived after drowning, asphyxiation, electrocution, and heart attack. "Biological death depends not only on the state of the body," Ettinger says, "but also on the state of medical art!"

Okay, then. On to the Frankenstein shit:

So, Crawford's experimental cell regeneration machine has restored Alfred's broken body, but in the process transformed him into an unrecognizable, rather hideous-looking being who is also evil. Check! The regeneration effect we see Crawford panicking about then transforms him so that he looks like Alfred, while leaving him in "a catatonic trance." The Outsider, rather ungratefully, puts Crawford's unconscious body back in Alfred's coffin to cover his tracks, and uses Crawford's various machines and his own "increased mental power" in his new quest to destroy Batman and Robin.

This was not the first appearance of the Outsider, who had actually been hounding the Dynamic Duo on and off since DETECTIVE COMICS #334 two years earlier, although he had never appeared on-panel, and his identity had been a mystery. Where Schwartz originally intended to take that plotline is not clear (Schwartz's own account doesn't say, and Gardner Fox said later that he didn't think Schwartz had a solution in mind at the outset), but it doesn't seem likely that revealing the Outsider as Alfred was the plan, particularly since subsequent Outsider stories had shown that the villain had superhuman powers, including the ability to bring inanimate objects to life! In this story, the Outsider really does transform Robin into a wooden coffin, as the cover indicates — it's not a hypnotic illusion or some other such dodge. Fortunately, the effect is reversed after the villain is defeated:

Batman's determination to keep these events secret from Alfred is bizarre, since Alfred's death is a matter of public record: As seen in DETECTIVE COMICS #328, Bruce Wayne started a charitable foundation in Alfred's name, with its own building in Gotham City! Batman suggests that they can rename the charity the Wayne Foundation (as of course they subsequently did), but how he expects to resolve the various problems created by Alfred having been legally dead for months without his finding out is unclear. They do take the time to retrieve Crawford (who has miraculously not suffocated or starved to death in Alfred's coffin) and use his machine to return him to normal, after which Batman suggests that Bruce Wayne will give Crawford a job at the renamed foundation.

If you're wondering, "Wait, does this mean Alfred now had super-powers?" the answer is yes! Since he didn't retain any conscious memory of his death and resurrection, he was normally unaware of this, but Alfred's evil Outsider personality resurfaced several times, and he sometimes spontaneously reverted to the Outsider's form, in which he once again had supernatural abilities:

Notice the background, with the buildings burning like candles? The Outsider did that with his mental powers, along with a bunch of less grandiose but equally impossible feats. Fortunately, they reverted to normal after he split into separate good (Alfred) and evil (Outsider) selves and defeated himself. The Outsider resurfaced once more in 1985, battling the Outsiders and nearly killing Superman by transforming the Batcave's giant penny into Green Kryptonite.

I guess this whole saga did resolve the problem of resurrecting Alfred for the TV show, but in what I think can fairly be called the most ludicrous way possible. (And you thought the PENNYWORTH show spun out of GOTHAM was silly …)

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greatkittydream · 3 months

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Rwby Monster school au. A long ass time ago

Two opposing figures across from each other one of them freshly born Days ago, the other is an ancient entity.

Clad in a roman style of armor with a cape fluttering about on his back as he sat upon a throne made of golden marble. Standing ten feet tall With a shield covering over half of his body to his right and a spear with a four pointed head to his left. On his face rested a picture of unimpressed anger.

Aries: Who's the Fuck do you think you are Keep walking up to me THE God of war. claring yourself better

Speaking down to a figure standing only at six feet of height diminutive compared to the deity in front of him. A being composed entirely of fire-and-brimstone a suit of armor so bulky and sick. It would not be hard to imagine it. Several inches thick with horns protruding out the tall of its head and eyes like that of molten magma. It carried with it, not weapons but oppressive presence. That had every other war god near its understanding it's time to claim of war over.

horseman of war: Declaring myself? no no no, you don't seem to understand I'm not declaring myself better because i'm not a god or a petty thing like you! I am war I am the Mindless slaughter, I am the Strategic genius, I am the mercy, and I am the brutality. I am the mindless killer and I am the hopeful soldier. So while you claim to hold sway over the brutality of war and it's FEAR. You're not but an overseer of a pathetic scrap of my entirety. I was made by the brothers to help bring about the end. Should they decide it, and I will be here long after your dead forgotten? Because as long as there's war, I will never die.

In a Moment Aries was on top of his now perceived opponent. Aries had thousands of years of experience under his belt in an instant. His spear was in front of him. About to stab this up starts through the face. Before he could even fully fully comprehend. What happened his spear was snapped. his face was gripped by an unnatural strength coming from a Gauntlet that had no man inside of it. Somehow, in a fraction of a second war, it had slipped past the spear. And launch itself Up and grab onto ares's face as they were falling onto aries back. Aries teleported them out of olympus into The lands that would In the far future become atlas.

(Smokinotter Unlike modern day atlas This landscape was actually a series of giant mountains I have been grinded down Through decades of Is erosion In fights between powerful entities. It was the perfect place to do it very little collateral damage could be done.)

Miles above the air and quickly falling towards the ground. Aries had managed to grab onto the helm of this empty suit of armor and twisted to where it would fall. Face first towards the mountainous terrain below. Grabbing onto his opponent's leg and pulling it down. War had managed to become fixed to face with Aries, gripping his hair. through a launch of fire Out of the elbow Suit of armor, they were launched down to the surface of the earth, tens of thousands of miles per second. Aries face made contact with a mountainside being dragged through it, his face getting caught up, and torn bits of cheek flesh were torn off .you could see the inside of his mouth through a gaping hole. And eye had come loose, and his skull was bare to see. To many other entities, this would have been a death sentence .to the God. It was nothing more than an inconvenience. The wounds were healing in mere seconds as they were forming. Planting both feet on his opponent's chest and kicking away war was knocking into a mountain. With such force, he Ricochede off the wall of the mountains as if a ping pong ball. Yet Despite that You've been None the wiser The suit of armor simply got out of the Debree Pushing boulders off that weighed thousands of pounds As if each one was as light as a feather When war got up aries was all ready ther grabbing him by one the horns Teleporting them to what Would be the grim lands. Learning from his mistake, he teleported mere feet above the slamming wars face into the dirt of a luscious forest full of life. An Earthquake and a spider web cracked formd miles upon Is long upon from the impact. War has been embedded into the crust. Its entire lower half is the only thing visible. with in a moment as if a strike of lightning Aries faced was backfisted away as warhead slammed his fist through the earth into his face, launching him away. War pulled himself out of the dirt. Feeling something immensely wrong going to the top of its helm. A horn was missing. WAR IS PISSED. Within a flash of fire, a mass of shield, four inches thick coated with blood and a sword that looked to be made of hell fire and melting metal. Formed

He had underestimated his opponent. It's clear that it can't beat him on a one on one. And that aries was learning to fight him quicker than expected. This isn't what this is a duel So he's about to make it war as he was about to strike his shield and summoned uninholy amount of brimstone soldiers. A skeletal hand Planted upon its shoulder stopped it.

Everything had just died. When death's foot touch the ground The entire continent had died the unregulated power of death without a vessel to act as a Conduit was unleashed it happened in an instant birds trees Grass everything had just died the land became barren and unusable Countless eons now even into the modern day this land could not be used.

HOD: I know it may be a bit rude rather, but may I ask why you're fighting with him?

If I am not mistaken, He is to be your overseer. To make sure you don't go overboard with your... Purpose.

HOW: And why the FUCK should I let a lesser fighter? Dictate my actions as overboard or not. Am I not war itself was this not my Purpose why should I be watched after like some idle child.

HOD: It was very clear when Is our creators made us that we would have several overseers to make sure we did not abuse our power. We were put here for a very strict purposes. I have no problem with Thanatos or hel or any other of them Why do you have a problem with yours.

HOW: Fuck you Brother let's just go find our host already.

(Smokinotter The 4 horsemen have many overseers being gods. It said that all the gods of the respective fields, like death or past lawrence and famine, if we're together, could stop their designated horsemen. This is a safety measure. That brother god's created and where to make sure now their creations went hay wire Though with the unexpected growth of mortal life this may not be the case now)

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God, this feels so cringey. I want to die

So, anyway, the young thing should come out sometime tomorrow. I was trying, I think of a good plot point that won't be horny. If you have any suggestions, feel free to leave a comment @ me I'll be sure to respond as soon as possibl

@howlingday What do you think also? Is there anything that you would write or improve upon? I wanna see if i'm getting better at this.

Also I imagine war looks like a chaos champion for warhammer Fantasy specifically a follower of khorn

#rwby #rwby au #supernatural superschool au #monster school au #war #aries

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bluiex · 1 year

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Wanted to contribute to the Warrior Cats stuff! I wrote this a little ago, small little Scarian. In this, Grian is Sunflight and Scar is Badgerscar.

Badgerscar makes his way out of camp, heading to a small meadow near the river separating Boulderclan and Pineclan. There’s mossy rocks and boulders stacked on top of each other, flowers surrounding them, and sizzling out to a gravelly beach. A few trees line where the mountains begin.

He takes a deep breath, going to sit upright in a patch of poppies, thinking about the encounter again.

He should trust Sunflight to fight for himself. He’s seen him battle off a coyote, of course he could battle off another couple cats. But there’s nothing wrong with jumping into help!…

It did make sense though, Sunflight would want to better prove himself to the clan. Him and his silly birdbrain.

Maybe Sunflight wasn’t actually mad at him… but…

Just as Badgerscar was about to whip his tail around and march back to camp to talk to Sunflight, he heard a low hum from the grass. Or, not a hum, it sounded more like someone was talking.

“This wild cat has found his prey. An unsuspecting rodent, caught up with smelling the flowers. He slowly approaches the rodent, ready to make his attack.”

Badgerscar became fully alert, straightening and pricking his ears up. He sniffed, but it didn’t smell of another clan cat. Taking another sniff, trying not to sneeze from the flowers, realization spread across his face. Was that-

His thoughts were cut off by a flurry of light brown and red leaping on top of him, rolling him down and pinning him below. “Success! A meal has been caught! This shall- AH!”

Badgerscar laughed with a startle, using his hind legs to throw Sunflight off of him. He scrambled to his legs and bounded over to him, pinning him.

“But you see! This meal fights back!”

Sunflight cackles out a laugh, twisting underneath him. He playfully bats up at Badgerscar’s face, pushing his grinning face away.

Badgerscar lets all of his strength away so Sunflight can easily wrestle him back to the ground. “I believe this battle has been won!”

Sunflight gently nibbles on Badgerscar’s ear. “Hey! I’m not actually food!”

They both giggle and Sunflight rolls to the side, pushing Badgerscar up with his head.

“Ehehey, silly. You done with your kitten play?”

“Kitten play!? I’ll have you know, I’m a very sophisticated cat!” Sunflight sticks his head snootingly, hurumphing.

“Sure, sure. How’d you find me?” Badgerscar’s eyes twinkle brightly, smiling lopsided.

“Eh, I’m just a genius at tracking prey.” He trots over to Badgerscar’s side and shimmies his way close, purring, butting his head into Badgerscar’s chest.

“...you feeling better?”

Sunflight frowned and stared up at Badgerscar, before all signs of him being upset disappeared. “Why’d you come out all this way? Mumblenose told me you didn’t even eat.”

“Oh. Um. I don’t know.”

Sunflight looked around, ears twitching. He was obviously just trying to ignore the earlier events. They sat in silence for a few moments before a small voice piped up, “Wanna go hunting?”

Badgerscar blinked owlishly at him.

“I said wanna go huntin’, mousebrain. You should eat. Foodpile’s all empty.”

“Awh, well-”

Sunflight briefly curled his tail at Badgerscar’s before flitting off towards the water, chanting “Fish”.

Badgerscar giggled and began trailing after him, joining in his chant.

[I don’t know, they fish, they eat, they bask in the sun streaks across the rocks at sunset]

“Wanna bring Furzepaw and Wrenpaw out here for some hunting practice?”

“Ooh!” Badgerscar’s head perked up. “That sounds like fun! There’s plenty of prey around this area, especially at dawn.

Sunflight groaned. “Idon’twannnawakeupatdaaawwwwn.”

Badgerscar chuckled. “Welp, too bad. We’re going at dawn!”

“UhghghguHGU!”

“How in the world do you, a respected, strong warrior, get anything done while hating dawn!”

Sunflight became a little flustered at the compliment, turning his head to look out across the river. “Well- maybe I’m just smart enough to not like dawn.”

Badgerscar snorted. “Smart? Well-” He was cut off by a sharp glare from Sunflight.

Badgerscar grinned. “Wh-ha-ha-hat????”

Sunflight rolled his eyes. “I’m smarter than you, Badgerscar.”

“Well— hey WAIT A MINUTE!”

Sunflight cackled, getting up and stretching. “That’s my cue to leave.”

“Oawhw! NoO!”

Sunflight turned around, blinking surprised, then tilted his head with a smile. “Why not?”

“Hmmm. Well, this is nice, isn’t it? It’s not dark yet. And hey! Maybe if you staaaaay I won’t force you to wake up at dawn tomorrow.”

Sunflight hesitated before crouching next to Badgerscar, tucking his feet under him. “I highly doubt that.”

Badgerscar purred affectionately and groomed Sunflight gently. He’s glad they had this outing, although he suspected he’d still have to be the one to bring up earlier today. Well, that’s okay. At least he knew now.

He was definitely infatuated with Sunflight.

AWWWWW AWW OMG this was so good qoq I'm in lvoe with their dynamic here so much

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #wc au #wcxhc au

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tactful-kind-daedra · 1 year

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"Daedra, your footing." The Prince had made sure to grasp her by the waist before she nearly plummeted off a cliff. He didn't yell at her, and instead kept his voice at a calm tone. With care, he helped her find her balance before letting go. "You mustn't get too distracted out here. Are you alright?" [Xander to Daedra] [crawls out of my tired cave to send this]

@letsriddlemethislucifer

Daedra's eyes were focused on her little notebook, as she diligently jotted various notes across the pages. It probably seemed undignified, but as she was merely an assistant to the 'actual tactical genius of Nohr', as she was constantly reminded; it probably didn't matter much.

Lately she'd found the trooping formations and maps didn't seem to be lining up as they were expected to. It was so terribly strange... things being just -incorrect- in a way that was making her question the validity of the royal map collection. Active rivers suddenly dry upon arrival, or giant hills where there were once flat plains. From what Daedra understood, Nohr was generally on top of it's land surveying and records. Surely Nohr wasn't so chaotic that land masses could be altered in so quickly of an instant. Like something or someone could will the very land to change.

That was silly~

Regardless, the redhead knew it wasn't her responsibility, but she thought to atleast try and make mention of such changes if she noticed them on the field. She found a lot of them could have really shifted how she'd worked some of the military movements and---

"Daedra, your footing."

Xander's voice immediately drew her attention. Turning her head, the tactician's eyes shifted towards where she knew him to be standing, focusing on him more than the command he gave. She was in mid-step when she found her small form halted by force, as a firm pair of hands gripped on her small waist.

The immediately jerk made her fingers fumble. Her notebook was held tight, but her writing charcoal tumbled from her fingers. When Daedra turned her head to to it, her eyes widened when she saw the writing utensil fall helplessly down a sudden and sharp drop, bouncing and shattering over a collection of boulders.

She was frozen in utter shock as she realized.... with one misstep, that would have been her.

Even as she was ushered back and onto more solid ground, Daedra found herself unable to speak up or turn her eyes. Eventually, the solid feel of flat ground under her boots seemingly broke through her petrified trance. Feeling as if she were permitted to blink and even move again, Daedra awkwardly looked around until her eyes set to the tall Nohrian Crown Prince.

"Ah--oh, um...I...I'm sorry," she uttered, unsure why she was apologizing exactly. It just seemed natural to do so with him at this point. "But y-yes, I am all right, Lord Xander. Thank you... for mind me."

The realization of his action was not lost on the small woman. She would probably not be standing there, hearty and hale, had he not been minding her. How embarrassing!

#letsriddlemethislucifer #daedra just trying to be a good worker and almost offs herself #its honestly such a very daedra-way of doing things #bless you xander

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comradekatara · 2 years

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aang teaches his friends what a himbo is (in the avatar world it’s archaic slang that only he remembers) and sokka’s like “dumb, nice, and buff, you say? that describes zuko perfectly!” and they’re all just like “ummm zuko is smart..... not to mention he can be.... really cynical and mean....??” to which sokka’s just like “u rly think so??? zuko?? hm. maybe you’re talking about a different guy named zuko. yeah that must be what it is.” (meanwhile zuko’s just sitting in the corner thinking to himself “wow it’s so crazy that they know multiple people named zuko”)

#sokka is the only person in the world who sees zuko as being nice and dumb #except for maybe like. his parents #lmfao #sokka #zuko #aang #sokkaxzuko #zuko is NOT a himbo whatsoever but u simply cannot convince sokka that he isn’t an agreeable pushover & dumb as bricks #but he swears he means that ‘in a nice way’#meanwhile he REFUSES to refer to the boulder as a himbo #on the grounds that the boulder is a genius actually

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plunnies-n-shit · 3 years

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Full Metal Feral

Jutsu creation requires a special dispersion from the Hokage, for tokubetsu jonin or higher, given only after a lengthy review of the theory by the council and their experts.

Sakura doesn’t care.

She has a book on chakra theory open beneath her, reading it as she does one-handed pushups with Kubikiribocho on her back, taking notes with whichever hand is not currently on the ground. She turns the pages with a careful application of a small wind jutsu-- it’s good control training, because despite her already near-prodigious skill she can always be better.

It’s coming together, now. Sakura is sure of it. After her hundred one-handed pushups, and then her kata training, maybe she’ll even finally give it a shot.

Orochimaru took the easy way out with his kekkei genkai research, in Sakura’s opinion.

There is no skill that cannot be replicated with the careful application of chakra and genius.

(Kakashi finds her later, near sunset, in a training field far from konoha proper, all cracked boulders and dry-dust ground. The place where Chidori first took shape. He wonders if she knew that, or if it’s just. Fate. Destiny. Bad fucking luck.)

(Sakura’s hands make the first, unfamiliar sign. Kakashi sighs and puts his book away, drawing a kunai from its pouch as he goes. He closes both eyes as the air goes crisp-cold. Standing in the center of the ice mirror is like standing on a glacier, listening to deep, compacted ice shift and crack.)

(It’s. Impressive. Really.)

(Kakashi shoves his headband up as Kubikiribocho comes singing towards his head.)

First-aid and basic iryoninjutsu classes are pretty common at the hospital. Once-monthly, at least. They usually have pretty low turnout, but, despite the growing lack of iryoninjutsu experts in Konoha, apparently there are students that even they won’t take.

Naruto doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care that the librarian hates him, and follows him around in the library, and doesn’t let him check out books, and even tries to kick him out on the rare chance that someone else enters. Only three people in Naruto’s life have ever actually taken the time to teach him anything. He shouldn’t have expected the hospital to be any different.

He grabs everything he can about iryoninjutsu, but after the second, the third book vague enough to make him want to tear his hair out, Naruto has to admit that it’s just. Not a subject widely written about. The Elemental Nations are ruled by ninja villages, after all, and ninja are far more concerned with tearing things apart than they are with putting them back together.

Which. Fine. It just means Naruto has to take a different approach. His pile of books on anatomy and physiology grows towering. Two shadow clones help him tear through it at first-- he doubles that when he realizes he needs knowledge of biology and microbiology as well, and then doubles that when he adds chemistry to the list.

Naruto has never been a smart person, but he’s always been a headstrong one. If he has to teach himself iryoninjutsu from the ground up, he’s going to. Believe it.

(Kakashi finds him five minutes before the library is supposed to close, asleep on top of a tenketsu map. Scoops him up gently, and sends a clone to check out whatever is on the table, and another clone to grab a couple more to add to the pile.)

(It simmers an anger in his stomach. They should be happy to see the monster they hate so much trying to clip its claws, trying to turn its destruction towards creation, towards healing. But the people of Konoha are such narrow-minded people, and it makes Kakashi angry.)

(Naruto makes a little grumbling murmur in his sleep, turning his head to press his face into Kakashi’s shoulder, and Kakashi takes a deep breath and tries his best to let that anger go. Naruto loves Konoha. It’s his home, full of all of his precious people.)

(Naruto will protect Konoha. Kakashi will protect Naruto from Konoha.)

Only two people in history have ever been able to successfully perform the hirashin: Senju Tobirama, hokage and considered one of the Gods of Shinobi; and Namikaze Minato, the Yellow Flash, Konoha's praised hero.

Sasuke doesnt care.

He curses as he carefully untangles himself from the tree branches where his seal spat him out, many yards above the kunai dug into the painted dot that marks where he meant to land. He's been at this all day, all month, tearing through books on sealing theory and the Yondaime's notes that kakashi had inherited. And it would probably be easier if he had started with a stationary target to jump to, instead of a thrown kunai, but.

Sasuke has never been a man of half-measures, never one to walk when he could run, give up just because its difficult.

He's hard-headed like that. Unbending.

Too much like his mother in that way.

And, just maybe, hes been spending too much time with Maito Gai.

He wrenches his kunai out of the tree, stalks back to his clearing, and tries again.

Dont practice until you get it right: practice until you cant get it wrong.

(Kakashi doesnt find Sasuke at the end of the day-- a flash of yellow light dumps the uchiha head over heels through the window. Kakashi raises an eyebrow. Sasuke just glares back.)

(At least he makes it through the window these days. Its an improvement. As is the way Kakashi's heart stops clenching at the sight of that distinctive yellow flash. In Kakashi's mind it is and will always be Minato's technique, but now it is Sasuke's as well.)

(Kakashi looks at Sasuke and sees Itachi less and less these days. Not Obito either.)

(He sees Sasuke, a stubborn, proud genius. Hums as he cuts up a couple extra tomatoes to throw into the stew and listens to the squawk from the living room as Sasuke flops down on top of his napping teammates.)

(He looks at his genin playfighting on the floor beside the couch and he doesnt see ghosts.)

(Kakashi sees three forces of nature, who will be world-changing, world-shaping, like none before.)

#q's plunnies #naruto #Full Metal Feral #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura #uchiha sasuke #hatake kakashi #team 7 #team dainanahan

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cosmicjoke · 3 years

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Levi the Reluctant Hero

I wrote a post last night about one of Levi’s short stories from Vol. 1, in which he dreams of all his comrades dressed in fine clothing, living the high life of the MP’s, and he thinks, at first, how wrong they all look dressed like that, before Hange, in his dream, asks “But it’s better than this, right?”, before they all fall to the ground and begin to bleed out, and Levi then wakes, and tries to convince himself that all he has to do is protect them, and defend the choice they’ve made to live the life of a Scout. My post went into discussing the conflict between Levi’s desire to protect the lives of his friends and comrades, to keep them safe, and his own duty as a Scout to fight for humanity, and accept the many losses necessary among their number to make the Survey Corps’ goal a reality.

Well, it got me thinking more of the subject of that conflict within Levi, and in particular, about how that struggle was further impacted by his discovery of Erwin’s true motivations.

What’s interesting to note about Levi is that, as far as we know, he is the ONLY member of the SC who was pressed into service, whereas everyone else there is a volunteer, willingly signing up out of their own volition. Levi ends up staying with the SC after Erwin convinces him that his strength and skill are needed by humanity in order to win the war against the Titans, in order for humanity to achieve its freedom and salvation. And more to the point, Levi ends up becoming incredibly loyal towards Erwin, and trusting of Erwin’s judgment, always following his orders dutifully, even when he himself feels dubious as to his plans and course of action. Levi follows Erwin with such devoted dedication because he genuinely believes that all of Erwin’s great vision and tactical genius is being implemented for the greater good of all humanity, because he believes Erwin can see a path toward succeeding in that goal that Levi himself, and no one else either, is capable of seeing.

We see, more than once, Levi express his discomfort or dislike of Erwin’s plans, most particularly when it involves endangering the lives of the SC members. Like, for example, in Trost, when we see Levi’s hands literally shaking out of anxiety and dismay at the battle that breaks out there, and his inability to join in the fight, or before that, during the battle with the Female Titan in the forest, first when Levi snapped at Erwin for trying to give him the credit for their success in trapping her, and then later, when Levi wishes to go find his squad, and Erwin stops him from going. But still, Levi yields to Erwin’s commands and tells him he’ll “trust his judgment”.

How this relates to my post from last night is in the fact that Levi follows Erwin’s orders, even when it means the deaths of his comrades is more than just a possibility, but even a certainty, and how that choice to follow Erwin is particularly remarkable, because it goes against every instinct and desire Levi himself has. Levi’s first and foremost wish, during every battle we see him in, is to protect the lives of his comrades. He goes so far as to order them, both in Shinganshina and later in Liberio to “not die” and “survive”, as if he simply won’t accept anything less than them making it out alive. In Shinganshina, Levi took the bulk of the burden onto himself while trying to protect the horses from the numerous smaller titans because the other Scouts with him were new recruits and inexperienced, and he wanted to save them from having to engage with titans as much as he possibly could. And when the Beast Titan began throwing boulders at them, Levi’s first action was to try and rally everyone to scale the wall and get to the other side, where he believed they would find safety. There’s plenty of other examples throughout the manga in which Levi does all he can to save the life of not only his comrades, but even total strangers. My point is, to Levi, the most important thing of all is the lives of people. He places the most value, the most worth, on people’s lives, and in his view, protecting those lives is what matters most, and what he, personally, can do best.

And so, it is no doubt particularly difficult for him to put that instinct and priority and desire aside when Erwin orders him to, in order to execute his plans. Like, again, in the battle with the Female Titan, when Levi has to hold himself back from intervening with the soldiers engaging her while he and his squad lead her into Erwin’s trap, or again in Trost, or again in Shinganshina, etc... Levi is only able to put aside his own instincts and desires to follow Erwin because he believes wholeheartedly in Erwin’s own, altruistic goal, that is, the salvation of humanity. Erwin himself convinced Levi of this during the climactic moment of “No Regrets”, when he gives Levi his speech about only being able to defeat the Titans and free humanity from their terror by riding out beyond the walls and fighting back, by discovering where they come from and thus, discovering their weaknesses. He convinces Levi that this is a worthy goal, a noble goal, worth sacrificing their lives for and, if he lends his strength to the SC, he can help make this dream a reality, and that Erwin himself possesses a special scope of vision which he will apply with total dedication to also making this dream a reality.

It’s this belief in Erwin, and in Erwin’s speech, that leads Levi to follow him so loyally.

What’s really prevalent here is that Erwin convinces Levi specifically that to sacrifices ones life for the cause of the SC is a worthy and meaningful sacrifice. Before Erwin begins his speech, Levi is grief stricken over the loss of Furlan and Isabel, and after Erwin reveals how he used all of them in his plans to incriminate Lovof, Levi says to him, in clear anguish, “It wasn’t worth throwing away their lives! They were nothing but pawns in your worthless game.” He thinks Erwin’s used and sacrificed the lives of his friends for something as stupid and meaningless as catching a white collar criminal. And then Erwin goes into his speech about freeing humanity, and essentially convinces Levi that his friends didn’t die for a “worthless game”, but for the greater good, for the salvation and freedom and dreams of all humanity, and this is what gets Levi to accept Erwin’s offer and stay. This belief that he, and all of them, are fighting and sacrificing themselves for a better and safer world, in which people can live without fear or constriction, in which people’s lives themselves will be bettered. It’s this belief that allows Levi to accept the loss of lives within the ranks of his comrades, even as he wishes desperately that he could protect them all. He trusts Erwin is doing the right thing, because he believes in Erwin’s own goodness, and believes Erwin, like him, just wants to help people.

One of the things Levi struggles with most throughout the story, I think, and in particular, during the final arc, is the belief that all they’ve been fighting for is actually worth the loss of life they’ve all experienced. I think this was always a struggle for Levi, because I think it was always hard for Levi to even believe in the possibility of a better, safer, happier world, because he himself came from a world of such desperate struggle and hardship. But he believed in Erwin, and that gave Levi the strength to trust in its possibility, and to dedicate himself to the cause, even as he suffered immensely with each lost comrade.

And then he learns the truth about Erwin, which is that he hasn’t been fighting for humanity’s salvation, and his plans, which relied on the heavy sacrifices of their comrades, weren’t devised with the goal of humanity’s freedom at their core. Instead, Erwin has been fighting and sacrificing the lives of his comrades for a personal goal, both of getting revenge for his father by discovering the existence of humanity beyond the walls and proving him right in the process, and, I think, for the sake of knowledge itself, wanting to simply know.

This realization, for Levi, must have been utterly devastating, because suddenly it’s like everything he accused Erwin of before, while holding his blade to his throat and telling him that the lives of his friends weren’t worth his “worthless game” has come true. Beyond that even, the lives of every one of Levi’s comrades that he allowed to be sacrificed per Erwin’s orders, has suddenly lost it’s purpose. Suddenly, all those lives that Levi held himself back from protecting because they needed to be sacrificed to achieve the higher goal of humanity’s salvation, has been rendered meaningless, their death’s rendered pointless. And as is demonstrated again and again throughout the story, nothing is more horrific to Levi than a meaningless death, a pointless loss of life.

So here we see Levi’s true sense of betrayal, when he discovers Erwin’s true motivation. It’s not just that Erwin lied to him, it’s that Erwin convinced Levi that the goal of the Survey Corps, the salvation of humanity, was worth the sacrifice of his fellow soldiers lives, and now Levi discovers that none of those lives were sacrificed for any such noble cause, but rather a petty and selfish one, and that Levi himself helped facilitate those deaths by choosing to follow a man with loyal dedication because he believed in him and his vision so completely. The sense of guilt Levi must have felt, himself, upon discovering Erwin’s true motives, must have been overwhelming.

Further, it must have reignited Levi’s own struggle with believing the sacrifices of his fellow soldiers lives were worth it, even IF the goal was the salvation of humanity. He trusted in Erwin’s words, but it turned out Erwin lied about his true goal, and this in turn must have also caused Levi to doubt whether what Erwin said about the worth of sacrificing their lives for humanity’s freedom was even true. Whether it was really the right decision for any of them, to have given up on all their dreams and hopes, and to put their lives on the line, in the first place, even if they’d been fighting for something as noble, but also as distant, as a better world.

This struggle and conflict in Levi is never more evident than during the final arc of SnK, in which he openly wears an expression of heartbreaking grief and despair, as he has to watch more and more of his comrades lose their lives, and indeed, all of humanity lose their lives.

It all truly goes against everything Levi believes in, which is that people’s lives have value, and are worth something, and that they deserve to be preserved, and yet he’s put into a position again and again of having to watch people’s lives be snuffed out, whether by choice, in the case of his comrades sacrificing themselves for a greater good, or not by choice, people being killed just due to the circumstances of war.

I said in my post from last night that if it were up to Levi, I don’t think he would ever choose to place the people he cares about in harms way. I think he would do everything in his power to keep them out of combat situations, or any situation which could endanger their lives, and he would want them to simply just live long and happy and safe lives, in which they get to realize their hopes and dreams. But because it isn’t up to Levi, because the people he is close to and cares about have THEMSELVES chosen this path of self-sacrifice, he instead does the only thing he can, which is to try and protect them and keep them alive. This is one of the reasons Levi takes action, takes initiative more quickly than anyone else, why he never hesitates. Because if it means defending the lives of his friends and comrades, he’ll do whatever it takes, including bloodying his own hands, without thought spared for himself or the toll of it on him.

But of course, his dedication to that runs into direct conflict with his dedication to Erwin and the goal of the SC, which is to achieve humanity’s freedom, and Levi often is forced to choose between the two, often having to give up on his personal desire to save individual lives in order to achieve the higher cause of saving the human race.

Thinking about this in the context of Levi’s discovery about Erwin especially hurts, because it really underlines just how deep a sense of betrayal it had to have caused in Levi, to know he’s set aside his own need and want to help people, and allowed so many of his comrades to die for a cause which he now knows wasn’t, in fact, worth it.

Of course, Erwin then gives up his selfish dream and rededicates himself to the higher goal of humanity’s salvation, and that allows Levi to continue fighting at his side and to follow his orders. But it throws Levi’s feelings about Erwin’s and the other Scouts charge at the Beast Titan into greater relief, because he’s just gone through a period of extreme doubt and turmoil as to the meaning, as to the point of all the lives he’s had to see sacrificed during his years in the SC, and now, here, again, he’s having to allow more lives still to be given, unable to intervene or protect them because it’s necessary in order to keep the hope for humanity alive.

We see how hard Levi takes every death of every soldier both under his command and not, throughout the story. We see it with his own squad after he discovers their bodies in the forest, we see it with Niffa, after Kenny kills her, we see it with the soldiers in Shinganshina, and Erwin, we see it with his men in the forest after Zeke turns them into Titans, we see it with Hange, etc... He takes all of their deaths so deeply to heart, because Levi is such a deeply caring and compassionate man, who sees great value in the lives of all people. And honestly, that makes his willingness to fight for and defend their dreams and choices, even when those dreams and choices endanger their very lives, all the more remarkable, precisely because it’s so hard for him, precisely because he doesn’t WANT to let them sacrifice themselves, he wants to protect them. Precisely because, each time one of them loses their lives, it takes something vital out of Levi himself. He suffers the weight of their loss at his core. It HURTS him. To support their choices, their dreams and ambitions and goals, Levi is then an active participant in causing himself pain, and yet still, he does it, and that really is the definition of a selfless hero. He knows the price he’ll have to pay, the toll on himself for putting aside his own desire to protect and save all of them, and he does it anyway, for them, and for humanity.

But as determinedly as Levi tries never to regret his choices, I think it’s clear he struggles immensely with doing so, because he’s never certain as to whether any of it is worth it. He wants so much to protect the lives of those he loves and cares for, and wants so much, also, to fight for and help them realize their dreams. He went to the surface with Furlan and Isabel exactly for this reason, because their dream was to live up above, all while going against his own wish to simply stay in the Underground and take care of them. And he ended up losing them because of it, the same as he ended up losing so many other friends and comrades, because of fighting for their dream of a world free from Titans.

This constant conflict, this constant pull back and forth within Levi, between wanting to protect and preserve the lives of those he cares for, and wanting to support and defend and fight for their dreams, is an aspect of his character which is, I think, deeply tragic.

It’s like he can’t win for losing.

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #Levi Ackerman #Erwin Smith #meta #snk analysis #thoughts

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5: Making Our Own Sensory Deprivation Tank

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Sensory Deprivation Tanks allow you to slip away from the noise of reality. The physical world melts away to reveal a deeper understanding of one's self and the world as a whole. But they're expensive. So we made our own.

Word count: 4254

Warnings: cursing, non-sexual nudity, sexual innuendo, sexual jokes and humor, "attempted" murder, drowning sort of?, "attempted" drowning, mild body horror in the end card.

Thanks to @callboxkat for helping me to decide between songs for Janus to sing, like, over a year ago.

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THOMAS ANNUS, THOMAS ANNUS

Janus and Remus were in a bathroom with a filled bathtub. Janus was sitting on the edge of the foot of the tub, feet on the floor, Remus was squatting near the faucet, elbows resting on his knees.

"Sensory deprivation tanks have become very popular," Janus steepled his fingers together. "They provide the user with a sensation of death."

"Or life!"

"Exactly. An in-between, suspended between the two, not knowing what comes before or after."

"A perfectly perfunctory purgatory of precise pinpointed pandemonium!" Remus threw his arms up, hands flopping over.

"But another thing that sensory deprivation tanks are," he gestured smoothly, palm flat up across the room, "is expensive."

"So we decided to make our own! With half the cost and double the danger!" Remus made jazz hands, and Janus rolled his eyes.

"I don't think there's anything that dangerous here." He leaned down to peer at the label on a big bag.

"It is if you're doing it right!" Janus sighed, then turned back to the camera.

"We're doing this to bring the experience of death to you."

"And us!" He tilted his head sharply. "Mostly us." He turned to Janus. "So, what's the main ingredient in these sepfuary desperation tankers?" Joan, still behind the camera, laughed loudly.

"PFFFT!" Janus laughed, "What the hell was that?" He grinned smarmily. "Did you forget how to speak?"

"Sometimes my brain works too quickly for my mouth!" Remus pouted, crossing his arms. "It's not my fault the human body can't fully handle my genius."

"Oh is that what we're calling it now?"

"Anyway, the main ingredient?" He looked at the tub. "Aside from water, at any rate."

"Salt."

"Salt!" Remus shout-agreed, pulling out a box of kosher salt. "Fuels summoning circles, our salty nature, and," he gestured to Janus.

"Sensory deprivation tanks," he finished smoothly. "But not that kind of salt."

"I still have some of those saline packets," he gestured behind himself, jerking his thumb. "Should I grab-"

"Epsom salt," he cut off. "That's what's in these giant bags." He tapped a little on the top of one of them. "In fact, let's get this started now." He pulled on the plastic handle. It didn't lift. Janus side-eyed the camera, and casually gripped it with two hands. He tugged. Nothing continued to happen. "I'm better than this," he hissed. He drummed his fingers again in thought.

He decided. "Remus!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" He saluted.

"Lift this and open it above the bathwater."

"Absolutely!" He grinned, looking excited as he scrambled over. He grabbed the bag with two hands, and gently removed it from Janus's grip.

"We should be careful with-" but Remus had already hefted it up into the air over the tub. It hovered there for a moment, which was just enough time for Remus to summon his morningstar, reel it back, and slam into the bag. The bag tore, spilling salt all over the water. A few handfuls rained down on Janus's hat, and he glared at Remus.

"Now you're as salty as your personality!" Remus reached up, and ruffled his hand through his hair, dislodging the salt.

"Joy," he deadpanned. He turned around, his head out of shot, grabbed his hat off, and gently tapped the salt off of the brim into the water. He put his hat back on, turning back around. Remus stuck his morningstar into the bath, stirring it around.

"Do we need more?"

"Well, each bag is forty pounds," he hesitated.

"And how salty does it have to be?" Remus prompted.

"As the dead sea." Janus shot back. He raised an eyebrow, "that's the one you float in, right?"

"I float in a lot of things." Remus wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well, we want to experience death. So dead sea it is." Remus cocked his head, pulling his morningstar out of the water.

"River Styx is deader," he idly scratched his back with his weapon. Janus brought a hand up to his chin, contemplatively.

"This is true. You'll just have to take a trip there to find out how salty it is." Janus waved him off. "Do let me know the results."

"I think the only components they have there are water and the souls of the damned." He swung his morningstar back around.

"Pity. We're fresh out."

"We're out of water?!" Remus gaped. Janus snorted behind his hand.

"Put the second bag in," Remus grabbed the second bag. "Carefully." Remus pouted, and grumpily used a spike from his star to tear open a corner. Janus turned to address the camera again. "Now, we have here a small sports and action video camera, capable of being mounted and attached, with underwater capabilities," Remus started pouring the second bag into the tub. "That way, we can share the experience at home."

"Yeah! Come die with us! Via the GoPro, or whatever that long, stupid name you said was." Janus rolled his eyes, but let the matter drop. He began to shimmy his whole body up and down with the bag. Janus sighed. "Is this stuff supposed to melt? It's a little crunchy in there."

"Well you are supposed to float." He peered into the water. "Maybe you're just suspended by the rocks." Janus smirked.

"Ooh, let's just get a giant boulder!" Remus grinned back, still shimmying. "Then we'll float real good!"

"You have to still be in the water, though." Janus pointed out, amused.

"What, like all of you or just like a toe or something is good?" He shook the last of the salt out.

"Well, possibly, but knowing you, you'd just sever a toe and huck it into the water." He made a throwing motion. "And the rest of you would just be dry."

"But floating!" He tilted his head. "That toe thing is a good idea, though. They drink that in parts of Canada, could probably make a quick buck." Janus squinted, taken aback.

"They what."

"Yeah, there's some shot that they make from a gangrene toe," he explained with a flippy hand. "It's cold up there, y'know, so I guess it happens often enough. The Sourtoe cocktail!" He got the last of the salt out of the bag, and chucked it over his shoulder. "It started because-"

"Listen," Janus held up a hand, stopping him, "We've got death to experience, there's no time for toe talk." Remus pouted, while Janus peered into the tub. "Hm. It probably won't irritate our skin," Janus mused. "Incidentally, you're going first." Remus let out a whoop, reaching down near his feet, and peeling his clothing off in one upwards motion. A big black censor box popped up to cover his general genital area.

"Ta-dah!" He flung his arms up over his head.

"We discussed this, you weren't supposed to be naked," Janus frowned.

"Gasp!" He said, as opposed to actually gasping. "You're right!" He covered his nipples with his hands and turned his head away. "DON'T LOOK AT ME!" He faced his head forward again, grin present as though it'd never left. "Hey editor, put in a really big censor on my dick euphemism." The black censor box changed to an elephant head, its trunk long and centered.

"Put on. Your shorts." Janus gritted through his teeth. "I don't care if it's boxers or swim trunks, but we discussed that you would not. Be. Naked!"

"Uuuuuuuugh," Remus whined, body becoming floppy as he tilted his torso to one side. "Fine." He grumpily grabbed a bathing suit from the ground and tugged them up. They were green, and read 'Penis Inside' on the front. He crossed his arms, still pouting, "Are you happy now? I changed for you," Janus stared at him.

"Yes, I know," Janus un-tensed.

"I didn't even wear the ones with the little penii on it," Remus added.

"Yes, I know."

"That's plural of penis!"

"Yes, I know."

"Alright, let's get kinky!" He grabbed his shirt and waved it around. "We're going as full syncopatey dispatchers as possible!" Janus cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. Remus shrugged. "I got excited!"

"Well, put that on, anyway." Janus rolled his eyes, and grabbed a pair of big headphones from the side, waving them at him. Remus snatched them, holding them in between his legs as he wrapped the shirt around his eyes, tying it behind his head. The torso of the garment hung in front, down to his chest. "Not like that," Janus sighed. "Must you make everything difficult for me?"

"Tie me up right, Jaddy," he turned around, wriggling, facing the knot of the shirt towards Janus. "That's Janus and daddy." He paused, "Or jean daddy!" Janus whapped him on his head with two fingers. "Ow!" He exclaimed with a wide grin on his face.

Janus untied the shirt, taking it off completely, and rolled it into itself, so it was cylindrical. Remus was humming to himself, eyes closed, shifting from one foot to another as he waited. He wrapped it around Remus's eyes again, tying it firmly in place. He gave an extra tug that seemed a little harsher than it should be.

"You're done. Headphones on." Remus did so, lewdly grabbing the headphones from between his legs, and placing them on his head with a flourish. "And now, step into your death pool."

"Deadpool?!" Remus shouted, much louder than he needed to. "It's hard to hear you through these headphones!"

"Perfect." Janus nodded to himself. He jolted slightly, looking from Remus to the bathtub and back. "Hm. This, might be a problem." Remus began to clap far away and then closer to his face to see if he could hear himself. Janus put a hand on his chin, then looked at the camera. "Joan, do you think if he trips and falls on his way, anyone would believe it's an accident?"

"I dunno," they responded. "You think it's worth the risk?" Janus turned back to look at Remus, who clapped right on top of his nose, looked around, confused, then did it again. Janus silently looked back at Joan. "Okay, but you should probably help him anyway."

"Ugh, fine, spoilsport." He strode over to Remus, and lifted one end of the headphones off of his ear. "Alright, come on, I need to help guide you to the tub." Remus laid the headphones around his neck. "Joan says I shouldn't kill you."

"They what?!" Remus screeched, turning completely the wrong direction to look at Joan. "Spoilsport!"

"That's what I said," Janus smirked, walking over to him. "Now come here," he patted his shoulders, "let's get you dead-adjacent." And he tugged him gently by the shoulders, leading him over to the bathtub. "Left leg," Remus dutifully lifted it, "forward" and flailed his foot around until it touched water, then plunged it in.

"I got it from here, Janny Bananny," and swung himself around into the tub. Janus clapped, once.

"Bravo," he grabbed the GoPro, "put the headphones back on."

"We gettin' some tunes on this thing?" Remus asked as he adjusted them back up around his ears, sliding only one ear cover on.

"I'll see what I can do," he rolled his eyes. "Maybe I'll serenade you."

"Oooooh!" He wiggled his butt, sloshing the water around the tub. "Now all we need is some rubber duckies!" He snapped the second cover over his other ear. Janus placed the GoPro in his hands, and Remus felt around the camera. "Is this the lens?!" He shouted, rubbing his fingers over what did, in fact, appear to be the lens.

"Yes!" Janus harshly tapped his wrist. "Now stop smudging it!"

"I don't know what you said!" Remus grinned. "Hey, you know, if we peed in here you'd never know!" He put his hands behind his head, camera in hand acting like a pillow. "It's already warm! And crunchy from the salt!" He hummed. "I bet it'd taste delicious!"Janus ignored him as he prattled on, and turned back to Joan's camera.

"Alright, so, in normal sensory deprivation tanks, they're, well, tanks." Janus gestured to the open bathtub. "So what we need here is a cover to be more enclosed. Luckily, we have an actual cover." He gestured in a different direction, and the camera panned to where the empty salt bags were. "It's a bed cover. Or blanket as it is sometimes known." He went over to grab it as Joan focused on Remus again, still talking.

"I don't know, I mean! It's nice! But I'm not floating!" He was waving the GoPro around in wide figure eights around his head. Janus grabbed the blanket, walking back over to Remus. "I think I'm supposed to be floating! Maybe the water needs to be seasoned more?!" Janus hefted the blanket, placing it on top of Remus. "I'm not exactly feeling anything! Not even the pee that I may or may not have added to it!" He pulled it over his head.

"There we go," Janus smiled calmly. "Perfect enclosure."

"Hey, it's darker in here!" The blanket by Remus's head moved as though he were moving his arms underneath it. "Am I being smothered?! You're doing it really badly!" Janus left the camera screen. "I can still breathe and everything! Also it feels really soft and blanket-y!" Janus came back on, dragging a chair with him. It was a padded, wheely one. "Is this a blanket?!"

"Oh my god, shut up and experience death!"

"What?!"

"Shut up!"

"Oh okay!" Janus sighed out in relief. Then, "So what am I supposed to do now?!"

"You're supposed to be not talking, so that you can get the experience of a sensory deprivation chamber, so shut up and deprive your senses, already!" Janus was breathing harshly from the force of the yell.

"... I'm bored!" Janus let his head fall back in frustration. "I'm gonna play with the GoPro!" There was more splashing, and movement under the blanket. "Okay, viewers, so here I am, getting my secretaries desolated." Janus massaged his temples, before turning to the camera. The background music swelled, and Janus took on a deeper, more narrator-like voice.

"So, in theory, the idea of a sensory deprivation chamber is that you become unfocused on your senses." Remus continued talking to the GoPro in the background. The music stopped, and Janus's voice went from more intense to more casual. "Not just the usual five that you're taught in school, either, which is a bunch of garbage, by the way," the music resumed again, getting louder as he spoke, "and instead, you focus internally, and if you concentrate your efforts, really feel the sensations of death, you'll be able to improve yourself, to make yourself, unstopp-"

"HEY JAN!" Janus physically flinched, turning towards him. The music stopped. "I'm not feeling any sensations of death!" Janus stared at the bundle of motion under the blanket.

"Are you telling me you can hear m-"

"I feel like I'm in soup!" Janus sighed and put his head on his hands. "But chunky, because the salt's still intact! Is it supposed to melt?! Because it's not! Here, I'll get a close-up!" Janus was mumbling under his breath. "Hey, can this GoPro go in water?!" Janus sighed very heavily, and lifted his head, rolling his eyes.

"Yes."

"Down she goes!" Janus snorted, startled, and it turned into a laugh. There were heavy swishing noises from within Remus's bathtub cocoon. "I'm giving the GoPro the experience of a tsunami!"

"Okay, tell you what," Janus put his hands up as if in surrender. He walked back over to the chair. "What if I soothe you with some water-themed white noise?"

"We have a white noise machine?!"

"No," he sat down. "Shh-"

"I can't hear the CD!" He brought up a hand to his headphones.

"Put that hand back!" Janus said sharply. "You'll feel the low vibrations. And it's not A CD," Janus crossed his legs. "I'm making the sounds myself. "Shh-"

"CA-CAW! CA-CAW!" Janus jumped, eyes wide, startled.

"This isn't a group activity!"

"Just trying to help!"

"Help by shutting up!" He glared before attempting again. "Shhhwshhhhh! Shwoooshhh. Shhhhhhhhhh!"

"Are you going to do more than waves?!" Remus shifted under the blankets. "Just waves is boring!"

"More like wave goodbye to your life if you don't shut your mouth," Janus mumbled under his breath. He sighed. "I was getting to that." He rolled his neck. "If only you'd been more patient and shut up, you would have heard that."

"Neither of those sound like me!" He cackled from underneath. "Go back to the death threats! That was fun!"

"No!" Janus resumed the homemade ocean sounds. "SHHHHHHH! SHHHWSHHHH! SHHHWWWSHHHHH!" He was a bit angrier about it than before. "Hhhhwwwwhhhoooo……… blup, blup blup."

"This is nice!" Remus shifted down lower. "I'm feeling pretty dead, I think! Dead people love the ocean! Especially if they've been eaten by something in it!"

"Wee-ooh," He ignored him, continuing to imitate a foghorn. "Weee-oohhh." Then a loud sucking noise interrupted him. Surprisingly, it did not come from Remus. "What was that?" The noise continued its wet slurping. "Did you kick off the drain?"

"Maybe!" He kicked a foot around a bit. "I'm not sure! Hypothetically! How would one put it back with no hands?!" There was a bunch of splashing near Remus's feet. Janus sighed, propping his leg up, and putting his head in his hands.

"You get it back in?" He raised an eyebrow, expression bored.

"No! It's just sucking on my toes!" Sure enough, there was a prominent sucking sound. Remus moved his leg up. "See?! Out!" He put his leg back in the previous position, "In!" The sound got softer. Moved his leg, "Out!" The sound got louder. "In!" He let a second pass. "Out!"

"I get it, yes. Please-"

"In!" Janus huffed, and slouched over, rubbing his face in frustration. "Hey! You ever pretend like you're a submarine and you've got a peniscope checking out the enemy territory?!"

Janus looked like he gave up hope. Not for the video going well, just in general. He got up and walked off-screen. Remus was still talking. "Don't shoot your torpedoes off too early, though!" There was a pause. "Torpeendoes!" He laughed to himself a bit. "I think that I'm gonna check out enemy territory myself! Why rely on your peniscope for something you can do yourself!" He raised up, still covered by layers of fabric, "Going down!" He sank down into the water all the way, swishing and splashing, the blanket starting to bunch up and swirl around.

Janus walked back on-screen again, clearly not in his normal outfit. He had a swim cap on his head and bathrobe on, untied. He frowned when he walked in, and looked around. He walked towards the tub, peered in…

And just under a minute after he submerged, Remus broke the surface, pulling the shirt blindfold off as he came up. "Woo!" He splashed Janus considerably, causing him to flinch and take a few steps back.

"Hey!" Remus flipped his hair back, making even more of a mess.

"Don't go underwater. It hurts." Janus's robe fell open, revealing his yellow shorts with a green snake coming around a leg, its head by the front of them. "... You sure those aren't mine?"

The video cut.

When it came back on, it had transitioned to Janus in the tub, eyes closed, relaxing back as much as possible. He had the headphones already in place.

"If I find out you peed in this, I will kill you."

"You don't gotta worry about that, my deceitful delicacy." He reached down for a shirt that was by the outside of the tub. "You just worry about relaxing, and being dead!" Janus sighed, and Remus dutifully tied the shirt around his eyes. "Today's safeword is mungbean," he gave an extra tug around it, and grabbed for Janus's hand, opening his fingers before he placed the GoPro inside.

"I thought you were trying to hold my hand," Janus let the camera roll around his fingers.

"Aw, you know nothing gets me in a romantic mood like soaking in a death bath." You could see Janus's eyebrows constrict slightly.

"Is-"

"Now now, don't worry about anything." He patted his hand. "This'll aaaaallllllllllll be over soon." Janus seemed to frown from behind the shirt. He went about tightly tucking Janus in, from his head to his feet. "Whoops, got your dick a little bit. That's okie dokie, though. Okie dickie." He ducked down to grab something.

"I'm so glad that you're telling me what I'm okay with," Janus moved the camera to his other hand, deadpan.

"You're welcome!" He stood again, and partially unrolled some duct tape off the roll he'd grabbed, with a shhhhhhk! "Now, move your head up a bit, I want to make sure this is all secure." He began wrapping the duct tape around his head a few times.

"Holy crap, Remus!" Joan accused, slightly horrified, before they laughed a little. Remus tore the strip off with his teeth, licking his mouth as he patted the tape down so that it stuck. "Delicious. Now, what's your favorite song? Serenade yourself!" Janus hummed in thought before he started up.

"Let's face the facts and come to terms, it's time to realize," Remus brightened.

"Great, now slowly lean your head back and keep going." He put a hand on his head.

"These goals are only merely hope we quickly leave behind,"

"These goats are hoes you subtly love with roving eyes!" Remus joined on top of him, singing off-key. Janus thwapped his hand and continued on his own.

"They're lies," Remus put a hand on his head, "lies," he pushed softly, "lies," he led him down to the water level, " lies," his ears were now underwater, "lieeeeees!" He kept pushing until his entire face was underneath the surface. The last held out note came out, bubbling. Janus quickly sat upright again with a gasp. "Wait, wait, hold on now. I feel as though something's a little off, here." Though his face was covered by a t-shirt, it had a distinct pinched look to it.

"Naaaaaaw, you're fine, you're good," he put his hand on his head again, and pushed insistently until Janus had sunk down again, this time he stopped before he submerged completely. "So? You feel closer to god?" He purred, double checking he was completely tucked in.

"If by closer to god, you mean about to get murdered, then I think so."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," he nodded, distracted, as he gently caressed his head. "And are you feeling relaxed?" He rubbed his thumb back and forth across his nose and mouth. "Relaaaaaaaaaax."

"Okay well, now I'm feeling less relaxed by the second." He wriggled. "Did you tuck my arms in?"

"Naw, come on. Think relaxing thoughts. What's the best sleep you've ever had?" He drummed his fingers on the top of his head.

"Any one but this one."

"Just let go. Relax. Sink into it." He started pushing on his head again, and he went down those last few centimeters. Remus did not release him. Janus began to twitch. Then harder, writhing and twisting to the best of his abilities. "That's it, that's it," he stroked the top of his head, giving his forehead a few last pats as he finally stopped his movements. "Boy, he was a heavy one!" Janus suddenly rose up fully, breathing harshly. He tore down the shirt from his face, cursing. He stared at Remus, panting. Eventually, he took in enough oxygen, and said,

"My lips burn."

"Neat! How would you rate your time at the Thomas Annus Death Tub Experience?" He held two thumbs up.

"You know," he tilted his head, "I think if there hadn't been someone trying to kill me, that might have been relaxing."

"Yeah, what an asshole, we should fire that guy."

"Felt kind of like what I imagine the womb is like." His hand drifted through the water.

"I miss the womb," Remus sighed wistfully.

"Yes. Very dead in there."

"We were all dead before we were born." They stared at the camera. The clock resumed its ticking.

Endcard:

Remus was naked again, censor in place.

"Alright, editors!" He pointed towards the camera. "It's time for hard mode," he gyrated his hips for emphasis. "Ready? Let's go!" He pointed at the camera, "Something long!" The censor turned into a giraffe's neck. "Something small!" A giant termite nest in the dirt, tall and bustling with tiny termite activity. "Something sweet!" A candy cane, hook facing up, tied nicely with a fancy bow. "Something salty!" A big, twisted soft pretzel.

Remus cracked his knuckles until they cracked off, each hanging by a thin strip of skin. He shook his hands out, and they realigned, fusing together again. "Something curvy!" A corkscrew popped into censorship existence. "Something straight-" a long yardstick, "-as my thinking!" The yardstick flickered, instead a graph with a sin curve charted on it hovered in its place. "Now the same thing, but straight as in orientation!" The graph turned rainbow colors.

"Now just let my dick hang out!" A picture of a plate of spotted dick. Remus looked around excitedly. "Did that work?" The pudding wobbled in a distressing way. The camera cut off.

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acenancy · 3 years

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Bruh id definitely want to hear some of your ghost stories

WOW. Okay, I did not expect people to actually want to hear these, but I’ve gotten a few asks requesting I share! Lol. So I guess for each ask I receive, I’ll tell a “real” Goodperson Family ghost story. I promise I have enough to tide you all over for...forever. These things are kind of a regular occurrence for us.

*For the sake of privacy, I’ll always change or shorten the names of people and places. None of my stories will be exaggerated though, except in the style of my writing (lol).*

I’ll start with the earliest story I can remember. Possibly even the wackiest: The Boulder Poltergeist.

In the 1950’s, my grandpa G and grandma V moved their family of 6 to Long Island. We’ll call the neighborhood they lived in (and continue to live in) Scaretown. Scaretown was still mostly woods and strawberry fields back then, but there was a little police station and an even smaller fire department too. Grandpa G was the Scaretown fire chief.

As the years went by, little developments began to spring up along the island. Families moved in, families settled. Scaretown remained small, though, so Grandpa G never saw anything but the occasional stove fire or cigarette mishap. Nothing crazy.

One development, however, was carved out of a section of the Scaretown Woods. Almost as soon as families began moving into it, the police station began receiving complaints about rocks being thrown at their houses. Rocks that were being thrown every day, at the same time of day. And the rocks being thrown weren’t small either. Not like pebbles. Not even cobble rocks.

BOULDERS were being thrown. Straight from the woods to the houses which were built along the wood’s edge. Crashing through windows, falling through roofs, causing serious property damage all around. SUPPOSEDLY.

Naturally, all sorts of tales of ghosts and curses began to fly around lil ol’ Scartown, and the people were getting concerned.

But Grandpa G wasn’t buying it.

As most of my family members are (odd, all things considered), Grandpa G was a practical man. Very much a no-bullshit sort. He thought the boulder stories were exaggerated, if not totally made up. Being the father of 4 genuinely god awful children himself, he assumed, if the rumors were true, that teenage vandals were the ones terrorizing the new people in town. Possibly even his own teenage vandals. So, to control his blood pressure, he didn’t pay the stories any mind.

The police, though, had been investigating the woods surrounding the new development, inspecting the damage done to the houses, etc. The wreckage to the homes was significant. It truly did look like flying boulders were crashing into them.

And, when the police arrived at the time the new homeowners said the boulders were being thrown, they claimed they saw them soaring through the air themselves.

Logic told the police this was not happening by one man’s strong arm and his pure force of will. The only possible way they could figure these builders were flying was by a catapult.

Which sounds insane.

But possibly not as insane as what happened whenever the police tried entering the woods and locating the source of the flying boulders themselves.

The deeper the police traveled into the woods and the closer they reached what they assumed was the point of launch, dirt would begin blowing violently at them, pebbles and twigs rising from the ground with a vicious wind and pelting them. Each time, their vision became obstructed so badly that they could not venture into the woods any farther. They would retreat, battered and bruised and confused.

They realized they needed backup if they wanted to get closer to this catapult. Preferably backup with gear and equipment meant to withstand harsh conditions.

So Scaretown’s small police force hit up the fire department.

Chief Grandpa G had to laugh. Again, he was not convinced by the tales that were being spun to him. Flying boulders? Walls of dirt and sticks running police out of the woods? To him, it sounded like the cops were simply failing to do their jobs and making up excuses. He gladly agreed to help them out, if only to prove how incompetent they were. So he rounded up his department and scrounged up fire gear for the entire police force too.

When the two departments arrived at the development, they stood at the edge of the woods, waiting for the exact time the boulders were supposed to start flying. There, Grandpa G got to see for himself that the rumors were true - but nothing like he was being told.

The boulders were gliding through the air. Slowly, in perfect arches, landing so softly that sometimes they would hit the side of a house and fall to the ground with only a thump. Most of the time, the boulders were not even causing any damage at all.

It was odd, Grandpa G had to admit. But he wasn’t a genius and he still wasn’t convinced it was the work of anything other than a crazy person and their catapult.

So, before the boulders could stop flying, he and the dual departments entered the woods together.

Things remained calm at first. They ventured into the woods, the only strange occurrence the one Grandpa G was now familiar with. Boulders soared above them like birds, silent and without any fanfare.

They walked deeper.

Eventually, just like the sheriff had told Grandpa G, dirt began to pick up from the ground, blowing straight into their faces and blocking their view of anything before them. Pebbles, too, were being thrown all around them, and twigs were whacking at their arms and legs, almost as though beating them away. Though this time, thanks to the fire department, their faces were shielded and bodies protected. They were able to continue onward.

But conditions worsened.

It reached a point where they were being blown backwards, falling to the ground, afraid that they would lose each other amongst the trees and the growing night.

They needed to stay together.

It didn’t take much convincing for both the police and fire departments to abandon their mission of finding the catapult. Cops and firemen joined hands, together forming a wide, though tenuous circle.

And things began to calm.

To their amazement, their circle appeared to push the flying debris into their center, containing it until there was a mini tornado swirling in the middle of them. Braving the forces of nature, they all began to move forward, still holding hands, until they were all one huddled mass.

The storm between them grew smaller and smaller as they moved, until it died right there at their feet.

But they were too scared to continue their search now. Like the brave, grown men they were, they all ran the fuck out of there instead.

The next day, at the time the boulders were usually scheduled to fly, the skies remained clear. No complaints were made by homeowners. No boulders came soaring from the woods.

And they never did after.

Grandpa G and a few other guys did search the woods again, but never found the catapult or the boulders they assumed were there. All they found was a clearing amongst the trees where they all held hands, and a pile of dirt, twigs, and tiny rocks piled in the middle.

Until the day he died, No Bull Grandpa G swore they encountered a poltergeist in those woods. Sometimes, though, I’m not so sure.

Can a poltergeist attach itself to you? Does one follow you and your entire family for the rest of your lives? Can one even curse you?

Or could it be something else?

Like I said, my whole family has enough ghost stories to rival R.L. Stine.

And they all started in the woods of Scaretown.

#goodperson family ghost stories #this reads a lil dramatically but it's just to hold your attention #out of respect for my family I'd love to share these stories with you but I'll never ever exaggerate one #this is just the craziest one I've heard #so far bahaha #mine

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kuiperblog · 2 years

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Flying sucks

First, the actionable part: you may find yourself at some point this December trapped on an airplane filled with those infernal screens that constantly play ads on loop for the entire duration of the flight, begging you to insert your credit card to watch a movie or something:

You can, in nearly every case, disable these screens by repeatedly mashing the “reduce brightness” button on your armrest until it gets to 0, at which point the screen turns off. (In cases where there isn’t a screen brightness setting, the same can usually be accomplished by use of the “reduce volume” button.) The beginning-of-flight safety video overrides this, but you can avoid spending several hours with your face several inches away from a screen playing movie trailers on loop. I recommend sharing this information with your seatmates if they’re not making use of the screen, as there’s a high probability they’ll be appreciative to know about it; every time I’ve seen someone start the flight by pulling out a book, I’ve told them about how to turn off the screen, and invariably their response is a mix of relief and gratitude.

With that “life pro tip” out of the way, onto the gripe-posting proper:

While I’ve spent most of the past 2 years in hermit mode, I enjoy being exposed to new locales and over the course of my lifetime have resided in 3 different continents. (For one glorious chapter of my life, I spent several consecutive Q1′s in Australia, dodging winter in the northern hemisphere and living the dream of experiencing an almost-perpetual summer. This is less the result of genius planning on my part, and more a result of the fact that the Australian government wouldn’t approve a visa for longer than 3 consecutive months.) So as you might imagine, I have spent quite a bit of time on airplanes.

I find that flying in airplanes sucks for all sorts of reasons that have nothing to do with the conditions of sitting in coach, because no matter how spacious your seat is, there’s no getting around the fact that the air pressure in the cabin is around 4-5 psi, compared to the ~14.7 psi that I’m used to back on the ground. Even high altitude cities like Denver that are famous for having “low air pressure” are around 12.4 psi, and after you spend a few weeks living in a city at that elevation, your body acclimates (I base this statement on having spent over a year of my life living in Boulder, which is actually slightly more elevated than Denver).

The discomfort of changes in pressure (to abnormally low levels) is most directly manifest in the way that your ears “pop,” to which the commonly suggested remedy is that you chew gum, suck on hard candy, or “blow your nose while pinching your nose shut”, which deals with one symptom of the rapid change in air pressure by helping to clear your ear passageway, but doesn’t really do much for the sinuses, nor does it really do much to alleviate the fact that your body is experiencing conditions that it wasn’t really designed for. (Also, there’s the fact that even after the pressure change is over, inflamed sinuses don’t just automatically go back to feeling normal and comfortable.) I’m not arthritic, but from what I hear, the pressure issues manifest in all sorts of awful ways for people who have joint fluid issues.

There’s also the fact that airplane engines and air flow (and thus, airplane cabins) are really freaking loud, which you might not immediately register since it’s all just a dull drone and our bodies are pretty good at adapting to whatever new “normal” we’re thrust into, but you’ve definitely noticed the loudness of airplanes if you’ve ever put in your earbuds and tried to to listen to music on an airplane, because you have to crank the volume way up to hear anything above the sound of the plane. The volume level inside of airline cabins is around 80 dB, (for comparison, 60 db is an estimate for the typical “office” environment), while 85 db is the point at which OSHA legally mandates that employers provide workers with hearing protection equipment. (The decibel scale is logarithmic.) Also, that 80 dB cabin volume is an approximated average, I’m sure that some aircraft are louder than average, and some parts of the cabin are louder than average depending on how close you are to the engine, and just because OSHA doesn’t legally mandate hearing protection for people spending 6+ hours in a 80 dB environment doesn’t mean it isn’t extremely unpleasant!

The loudness of airline cabins can actually be somewhat mitigated; I couldn’t tell you what brand I wear (I bought the cheapest thing I could find that had good reviews), but if you do an Amazon product search for “ear muffs hearing protection” or “ear muffs noise reduction” you’ll turn up plenty of results for hearing protection devices that look like this and are priced for ~$20 or less:

(One immediate way that the noise dampening manifests: you can wear your earbuds underneath them, and hear your music/podcasts/audiobooks just fine at “normal” volumes.)

In my experience, while these devices do a great job of reducing the volume of lower-frequency sounds (like the thrum of jet engines), they don’t block out higher-frequency noises, like the sound of crying babies. But I’m fine with listening to crying babies on airplanes, because babies who cry on airplanes are my homies, because they, like me, are intensely aware of the fact that human bodies were not designed to spend hours sitting in a cabin subjected to pressure of <5 PSI and volume levels upwards of 80 dB. Given the immense discomfort that this produces, and the lack of experience that babies have with dealing with that level of prolonged discomfort, crying is the most natural reaction a human could have, and I would never begrudge them for loudly protesting that their bodies are being overwhelmed with unfamiliar physical sensations, all of which are telling them “the world isn’t supposed to be like this! your body was not intended to exist in circumstances like the ones you’re currently experiencing, and your tiny little baby ears are ever so fragile!” Also, while I can take comfort in knowing that this will all be over soon, babies don’t have that assurance! For all they know, this could be the new normal! As far as I’m concerned, any time a baby manages to make it through a flight without bawling for the entire duration, it is a heroic accomplishment and far more than could ever be expected of them.

#hearing protection #baby

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ineverlookavvay · 4 years

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fancy

Established relationship. A drunken Michael sneaks into Alex's house, sex ensues.

Fic prompt: “Are you drunk?” - Day 6 of Michael Guerin Week 2020

cw: alcohol, drunk sex. this one is just fluffy smut, y'all

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Michael was tiptoeing. Not walking quietly, not watching his step, but actually tiptoeing. He felt like a cartoon character, like somewhere out there someone was playing coordinated xylophone notes to each step he took. He grinned, trying not to laugh, and surveyed his surroundings.

The window was locked. That was the first problem. Actually, the first problem had been getting here, but he had accomplished that through a mixture of tiptoeing and taking an Uber, and so the second problem had become the new first problem. It sounded complicated, but Michael was a certified genius, so he could keep it all in his head, no sweat.

Michael considered the window, swaying a little. He was almost certain this was the right window, although it might not have been, since it was difficult to get a hold on his exact positioning. But he was at least 82% sure it was the right window. He pressed his hand against the glass—it was cold and not very telling. It didn’t, for example, come to life and inform him if he was indeed in the right place or not, although that would have been cool. Terrifying, but cool.

Without that confirmation though, he had to just trust his gut. And the copious amount of alcohol swimming through his blood. Both of which were confident he was in the right place. It took him all of a moment to flip the window lock and open the window with his mind. He wiped his clean hands on his jeans and climbed through the window with what he was sure was excessive grace—until he went tumbling over, barely catching his balance before he hit the ground.

“Shh, shh!” he insisted at the window and the furniture and a nearby plant. It looked like he was in the living room, so wrong window after all, but at least he was inside. He could just tiptoe to the right room now. He was sneaky, and stealthy, and impressive.

Michael found the right room quickly, partly because he did in fact know the layout of this house deep down and partly because he could hear the sound of someone moving against bedsheets. Michael grinned to himself, and toed off his boots, padding across the floor on his bare feet.

The door swung open with a quiet creak, and Michael whispered another warning of “shh” at the hinges. He could see the bed now, crouched like a boulder in the room, taking up most of the space, the bottom of the blankets tucked into the mattress, everything neat. Michael could never keep anything neat, and he’d never tucked a blanket under the mattress in his life. He smiled fondly at the sleeping form on the bed.

Stepping carefully on his toes, Michael walked into the room and climbed onto the foot of the bed. It creaked, too, suggestively lewd in a way that made his stomach clench in anticipation, and the figure under the covers started and shifted, suddenly resolving into the eyes and mouth and body of Alex Manes, blinking at Michael with his hair sticking up from sleep.

“Guerin?”

“Hi.” Michael beamed at him, tipping slightly sideways and catching himself on his elbows when the bed shifted under them as Alex sat up groggily.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Regaining his balance, Michael started crawling up the bed towards Alex, who was looking at him with confusion layered with exasperation and something more positive that Michael couldn’t allow himself to guess at. “I was quiet,” Michael pointed out.

The sheets on Alex’s bed made a quiet scratchy sound as his knees slipped against them, but other than that and their breathing, Michael had been quiet. He had had lots of practice, especially when he was younger, in making himself small and quiet enough to escape notice, and even though now he wanted to be noticed, he could still make himself quiet enough not to cost Alex any sleep.

Alex sighed and brushed hair away from his forehead. Michael huffed a little—he’d wanted to brush away that hair himself, to feel the exasperated but fond breath Alex would let out against his wrist. “I thought you had practice tonight with Isobel.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “I did.” He spread his arms wide, wobbling a bit as he did. “And then I came here. To you.”

Alex smiled a bit, indulgently, and Michael’s heart sang with it. He’d missed Alex, even though it was just the one night, and with good reason—bolstered by Isobel’s ability to learn new alien skills, Michael had been spending some evenings practicing with her, but it inevitably ended with things exploding or flying menacingly through the air whenever Michael got frustrated with his progress, which led to a strict rule against spectators. Tonight, practice had led to drinking, which had led to more drinking when Isobel pulled out the expensive liquor, which had led to Michael hitting drunkenness stage four and sneaking away even though they’d made a “no partners” pact with the first shot. Now all he wanted was to wrap himself around Alex like an octopus and tell him that he’d missed him on this stupid partner-free night, more than Michael would admit even now.

“You could’ve called.”

“Didn’t want to wake you,” Michael said matter-of-factly, gleefully crawling up the rest of the bed and situating himself in Alex’s lap, his knees bracketing Alex’s thighs through the thin sheet. He grins lopsidedly. “I was quiet.”

Alex laughed incredulously. Michael licked his lips, his eyes trailing down Alex’s bare chest, and he could feel Alex’s eyes on his face, could hear the slight waver under the amusement when Alex spoke. “Michael, are you drunk?”

“I’m here,” Michael said, leaning in and diving down to capture Alex’s lips in a searing kiss. Alex tasted like sleep and sun and memories and Michael ran his tongue against Alex’s lips, drinking in the sensation. His fingers danced over Alex’s chest, his other hand pressed against Alex’s neck, thumb caressing his cheek.

The stiffness of surprise bled out of Alex, his muscles turning pliant under Michael’s hands as he leaned into the kiss. Michael loved that, the feeling of the two of them pressing together until something gave, until they melted into each other and let the moment take them. Michael had been hard since he’d seen Alex in the bed, his body buzzing with anticipation, the need clouding his mind.

Michael ran the pad of his finger across Alex’s nipple, grinning as Alex moaned against his mouth and pressed his hips up towards Michael. Alex’s fingers slid up the outside seam of Michael’s jeans, pressing the fabric against Michael’s warm skin, before settling on his hips, pulling him down closer. Through the layers of cloth between them—his jeans and the blankets and the thin fabric of Alex’s boxers—Michael could feel the hard, hot press of Alex’s cock, and it made him dizzy with want.

Michael pulled back and rolled his hips, humming as Alex laid kisses across his throat, and smiling when Alex’s breath hitched. “Aren’t you glad I’m here?”

“Yes,” Alex breathed. His hands found their way under Michael’s shirt, fingertips cold against Michael’s overheated skin. Being with Alex was overwhelming enough when Michael was sober, but now it was both overwhelming and still not enough.

Michael helped Alex pull his shirt over his head, shivering in the cool air of Alex’s bedroom. Alex immediately pressed their chests together again, leaning in to suck a bruise against Michael’s collarbone while Michael dragged his fingers through Alex’s hair and whispered obscenities.

Alex’s hands slipped down Michael’s back, digging into the swell of his ass and pulling him in closer. Michael gasped, bracing his hands on Alex’s shoulder, sweeping the blankets away from them with his mind. He could feel his control slipping, the alcohol and the lust and the tension simmering in him, rising around him like a storm. Michael’s eyes slid shut as he let himself be immersed in the feeling of Alex’s body, of Alex’s mouth.

That mouth which moved away from his skin too soon. “Michael?” Alex’s voice was rough with feeling, but suddenly amused. “Are my things…floating?”

Michael opened his eyes hazily. He could barely tear his gaze away from Alex’s face—his mouth red with kissing, his pupils huge and dark, his breath labored—but when he did, he realized Alex was right—all around them, Alex’s few possessions were hovering in the air. Michael could feel it now, the tether of his energy holding it up, overwhelmed by the emotion that he couldn’t make himself speak aloud.

Michael grinned. “Guess I’m excited or something.”

“Hmm, weird,” Alex teased, bringing their mouths back together.

He squeezed Michael’s ass, encouraging the little pulses of Michael’s hips. Alex’s fingers caressed the expanse of Michael’s back, settling on the waist of his jeans and tracing it around to his stomach, one hand pulling at the button while the other palmed the line of Michael’s dick through the fabric.

“Fuck,” Michael whispered, rushing to help pop open the button and pulling back to yank off his jeans and briefs. Alex watched him raptly, licking his lips as Michael finally freed his cock and crawled back up the bed, cock curving towards Alex invitingly.

Michael cleared his throat, giving Alex’s boxers a disapproving look and Alex laughed as he carefully lifted himself to pull them off. Michael practically vaulted himself back into Alex’s lap, wrapping his arms around Alex’s neck. He licked into Alex’s mouth when Alex groaned at the feel of their cocks pressing together, at the movement of Michael’s hips as he straddled him.

Alex’s hands went instinctively around him, pulling Michael in as close as he could. His fingers slipped down the cleft of Michael’s ass and Michael sucked Alex’s bottom lip between his teeth, swiping the wet heat of his tongue against it. Tiny thrills of excitement and anticipation ran through him as Alex sighed beneath him and ran a single fingertip along Michael’s rim, slipping it easily inside him.

“Oh,” Alex moaned, “you already..?”

“I may have spent some time in Isobel’s guest bathroom thinking about what I wanted to do when I came over,” Michael whispered, grinning devilishly. “She has fancy lube.”

“Thinking,” Alex repeated weakly.

“Yeah.” Michael couldn’t stop grinning. He felt so good, so exactly where he wanted to be, under the spotlight of Alex’s gaze. He suddenly remembered something and floated a little bottle out of his discarded jeans’ pocket and up to hover beside them. “I stole the fancy lube, too.”

Alex laughed, grabbing the bottle out of the air and reaching behind Michael to pour some of Isobel’s fancy, probably far too expensive lube on his fingers. The bottle made a little snapping sound as it opened and closed, and the sound rang in Michael’s ears, building the anticipation. Alex pressed another finger inside of him and Michael shivered.

When Michael had found Isobel’s secret stash of lube, he’d been trying mostly to relieve himself without falling down, giggling drunkenly and catching himself on a drawer, pulling it open. As soon as he’s seen the lube in the drawer, though, he’d thought of Alex, sleeping alone in his bed, and Michael’s mind had spun fantasies that made his knees weak, visions of Alex that still couldn’t live up to the real thing, to the real sounds Alex made, to the real feel of his body beneath Michael’s. He’d fingered himself in Isobel’s bathroom with the sink running to cover moans he tried to stifle, then he’d apologized and told her he hadn’t been feeling well, and pocketed the lube with every intention of doing exactly what he was doing now.

With Alex’s fingers stroking inside of him, Michael couldn’t help the sounds he made, the way his body squirmed, his hips rolling down towards Alex’s almost of their own volition. Michael reached between them and stroked Alex’s cock. It was enough to make Alex break his concentration and thrust up into Michael’s fingers. Michael wanted absolutely nothing more than to get Alex’s cock inside of him, and to ride him into oblivion the way he’d been wanting to for hours now.

“Condom?” Michael asked, and Alex nodded towards the nightstand, letting Michael deal with actually opening the drawer hands-free. Floating a condom through the air was nearly as ridiculous as floating a bottle of lube, but Michael approved of all methods of progressing things that didn’t require him to take his hands off Alex’s skin.

Michael ripped the condom open and rolled it onto Alex’s cock with one hand. There was nothing inherently sexy about putting on a condom, but he loved the way Alex watched him do it, like everything Michael did was sexy, like Michael didn’t have to try harder to be what Alex wanted.

Alex removed his fingers and gripped Michael’s hips as Michael repositioned himself, lowering slowly onto Alex’s cock. Michael groaned as he finally slid down Alex’s cock; Alex bit his lip to stop from making sounds and still nearly yelled when Michael was fully seated on his dick, pressing their bodies together.

Resting his forehead against Alex’s, Michael took a moment to breathe before he tensed his thighs and started moving. Alex’s fingertips dug into Michael’s hips, creating a crescent of bruises. Michael tangled one hand in Alex’s hair as he rode him, moving their bodies apart and together and then fucking down in earnest.

Alex curled towards Michael, letting out a groan with each deep thrust. His skin was shiny with sweat, face open with lust. He let Michael set the pace, kissing Michael’s mouth and neck and chest in turn, his hands clutching Michael’s hips, pulling Michael tight against him.

Michael looked down at Alex, drinking in his eyes, darkened with lust, and his parted lips, breathing out hard with every motion of Michael’s body. Michael could never keep himself away from this, from the hot press of their skin, from the sounds echoing into the dark spaces of Alex’s room, from the way Alex breathed heavily and kissed hard and canted his hips up to meet Michael as best he could with every thrust.

“The things you do to me,” Michael said, panting around the words, his rhythm stuttering as Alex looked up to meet his eyes. It still never quite made sense to Michael that he was allowed to have this, that Alex didn’t leave him for something better, that Alex even welcomed him into his bed, that they got to choose each other. It didn’t make sense, but he had this—and not just this kiss, or this fuck, but all of it, everything Alex was willing to give him, always more than he expected, more than he deserved. It peeled away the hard layers of armor Michael had always worn, and made him something softer with Alex.

Michael caught Alex’s lips in a messy kiss. Michael was drunk on Alex, on the sensations, and also a fair amount of alcohol. Alex slid one of his hands across Michael’s stomach and wrapped his fingers around Michael’s cock, stroking him hard and fast.

Michael leaned in so that Alex’s cock hit his prostate with every thrust, pleasure zinging through him. Alex stripped Michael’s cock while his other hand clutched at Michael’s hip, like he was trying to hold on.

“Oh, fuck, Michael, I’m gonna—” Alex cut himself off with a loud moan, his hips pressing up hard against Michael, pushing himself as deep as he could. Michael squeezed around his cock, watching Alex’s face, drinking in the look of ecstasy as Alex came, shuddering, his hand stilling on Michael’s cock.

“Beautiful,” Michael gasped, tracing his fingers along the blush that spread across Alex’s cheeks. Normally, Alex would object to words like that—hell, normally Michael wouldn’t say them—but now, glowing with sex, his face open and trusting and happy, Alex just laughed it off.

“I still can’t believe,” Alex said, his voice thick and slow, his hand starting to move slickly over Michael’s cock again, “that you fingered yourself at Isobel’s, and then broke into my—fuck, Michael—my house.” Michael grinned, driving his hips towards Alex’s impossibly talented hand, clenching gently around Alex’s softening cock.

Michael opened his mouth with a retort, but then Alex moved his wrist just so, twisting his fingers around the head of Michael’s cock, and all Michael could manage was a softly moaned, “Alex.”

“Come on, Michael, cum for me,” Alex whispered commandingly, and Michael groaned as his muscles tightened and then let go, as he came all over Alex’s fist and their stomachs. Alex’s things fell out of the air, some floating nicely and others clattering to the ground. He shuddered as he collapsed towards Alex, pressing their lips together in sloppy, sated kisses.

Alex laughed as he extricated his hand from between them, wrapping both of his arms around Michael’s back, holding them together as they kissed, breathing heavily, sticky with sweat and Michael’s cum. Michael loved this, too. He loved the part when they were both well-fucked and happy, where they could wrap every limb around each other, safe in each other’s embraces, where no one could make either of them feel small or unwanted or unloved. Michael wanted to live here, in Alex’s arms, the air filled with the two of them, together.

Too soon, Alex made a little humming noise and pressed Michael gently off of him, sliding out of him and sighing happily. Michael moved obligingly, finding his way out of the bed and to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean them off enough for now while Alex got rid of the condom.

Alex was lying on the bed when he came back in, smiling softly and looking so, so sleepy and satisfied. Michael grinned—he did that, he made Alex look like that. Michael slipped into the bed next to Alex, running the washcloth gently over Alex’s skin. Alex inhaled quickly, sensitive, and Michael made sure to soothe Alex’s skin with his fingertips after the washcloth had touched it. After a moment’s hesitation he licked the cum off Alex’s fingers, encouraged by the way Alex gasped and his cock tried valiantly to respond.

Michael floated the washcloth into Alex’s hamper, winding himself around Alex, twining his legs through Alex’s, wrapping his arms around Alex and pillowing his head in the juncture of Alex’s neck and shoulder. He felt calm and steady in a way he hadn’t all evening, soothed by their breathing and Alex’s hand on his back, the other twirling through his hair.

“Stay?” Alex asked quietly, and Michael nodded against his skin. Like hell he would leave now.

“Just try to stop me,” Michael replied, equally quiet, more for his own benefit than Alex’s. If Alex had asked him to leave, Michael would have left; he’d have been upset, but he’d have left. Alex wouldn’t ask him to leave, though, not anymore—he only asked Michael to stay now, and every time he did, strands of Michael’s trust began to knit themselves back together.

“How did you even…did you break a window?” Alex asked sleepily, pulling Michael closer, his hands running soothing lines across Michael’s skin.

Michael shook his head, suddenly feeling exhausted. “Can pick locks…with my brain, ‘member?” He paused, words coming sluggishly. “I would though. Break windows. To get to you.”

Alex laughed, quiet and low. “I’m glad you came.”

Michael snuggled in closer, kissing Alex’s neck very lightly. “That’s what she said.” He fell asleep to Alex’s affronted laughter.

#mgweek20 #guerinweek20 #malex #michael guerin #alex manes #established relationship #no angst in this one I promise

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emilia3546 · 3 years

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Home Part 2 - Nessian NSFW

Cassian grinned as Nesta wriggled slightly, snuggling into his chest even more, mumbling his name in her sleep, the starlight illuminating the clearing around them, he leaned back against the boulder, staring up at the stars, watching every constellation shining with a different light, their light breaking through the dark of the night. Nesta shuffled in his arms again, and sat up, rubbing her eyes,

"Was I asleep?"

"I didn't want to wake you," He kissed the top of her head, and she blinked the sleep away, her own gaze shooting skywards, to the stars above them,

"I've never seen them so bright." She whispered,

"There's no other light here, nothing for them to compete with." Nesta nodded, still unable to tear her gaze away, and leaned back, resting her head on Cassian's shoulder,

"They're beautiful."

"You see that there?" Cassian pointed towards a collection of stars, "That's Enalius, and next to him, that's his mate." Nesta followed his gaze, the stars almost moving as she found where he was looking,

"I can't see it." He guided her chin to the right place,

"That's his wing, and there, that's his sword belt." She smiled, and he showed her Enalius' mate beside him, "Her name was Reyne, most Illyrians don't actually know about her, she's hardly mentioned in the histories, but she should have been." Nesta twisted to face him, the stars still shining in her eyes as he held her, "She was a genius, Enalius may have been the warrior, but she was the tactician, the one who made the calls, she led the first Illyrians in peace, and made plans in war, Enalius led the armies, but they worked as one unit. Although, most histories that do mention her agree that she was probably her mate's equal in combat, but preferred the planning aspect of warfare. She was instrumental in the creation of Illyria, the first war-camps, uniting the camp-lords to fight together."

"Why do most histories ignore her, then?"

"She was female. You know some of the camp lords archaic views," Nesta rolled her eyes and nodded, "Many say that I'm Enalius' heir, if that's true, then you are most certainly Reyne's. In every way." She blinked in surprise,

"Her heir? But I'm not, y'know,"

"Illyrian? It's your heart that counts, who you are. You are an Illyrian at heart, you don't need wings to prove that." Nesta huffed,

"An Illyrian without wings, then?"

"Yes."

"So, a person?" Cassian rolled his eyes,

"You know what I meant."

"Yes, yes I do." She shifted, turning to fully face him, straddling his lap as her hands slid up, sliding into his hair as she kissed him, opening at the first brush of his tongue. He gripped her waist, and pulled her close, and she moaned into his mouth, sinking into him, until neither could tell where one ended and the other began. They were of one heart, one soul, one body. She pulled away, gasping for breath, her blue-gray eyes shining in the starlight, he chuckled as she pulled at his leathers, cursing when she couldn't get them off, "Cass," she whined, yelping as he stood, clinging on for dear life when he quickly spun round in a circle. She gasped when her back met a tree behind them, wrapping her legs around Cassian's waist as he shrugged his leathers off, leaving only his pants and pulled hers over her head, freezing when he saw her undergarments,

"Nes," his voice was low, her name almost a growl on his lips,

"What can I say, I was hopeful." He laughed, the sound reverberating around the clearing,

"You're a menace." He left one hand on her waist, holding her still against the tree, the other snaking up her side, sliding into her hair. He pulled her head to the side, baring her neck to him, waiting for a little nod before kissing along her jaw, working down her neck, biting down gently on her collarbone, satisfaction rushing through him at her whimpers, sucking marks into her flesh, her hands tightening on his back, pulling him even closer. He pulled away for a moment, his nose brushing against the column of her throat, the same place that so long ago had sent her reeling back, but now she moaned his name, trying to pull him back.

She moaned again as he slipped a finger under the band of her panties, but no lower, and she whined in frustration, brushing her own fingers along his wings, tipping her head back, desperately inviting him in. He paused momentarily, gripping her chin and kissing her again, slowly sliding her panties down, unclipping her bra at the back, removing both delicately, painstakingly slowly, and Nesta hissed in frustration,

"Cassian!"

Mhhm, what, sweetheart?" He hummed, still toying with her, both hands brushing up and down her sides, flaring his wings back so that she couldn't reach them any more. She glared at him, fire in her gaze, slowly burning through his self-control. "What, Nesta? Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me." He chuckled and untangled her legs from around his waist, dropping to his knees and throwing her legs over his shoulders. Nesta groaned at the first flick of his tongue, his name a prayer on her lips, she cried out again and again as he slipped a finger inside her, one hand holding her hips still against the tree. She tried to grind against his hand, his tongue, but he wouldn't let her, pinning her to the tree just as easily as he pinned her on the edge, still refusing to allow her to fall over. "Please," she whispered, "Cass, please,"

"Please what?" He paused for a moment, leaving Nesta trembling with want,

"Get on with it, you ass!"

"That's not very nice, I thought you wanted to come?"

"I do, please, please, Cass, I need-" She screamed as he slipped a second finger inside her and curled them both, sending her flying over the edge, panting for breath as he pulled away, standing up. She reached out for him, holding his shoulders as he kicked his pants off,

"Ready?" She nodded, throwing her head back, a shield of glowing red stopping her from hitting it on the tree as he slowly pushed into her, "Fuck, Nes, you're soaked." He muttered, giving her a chance to adjust before pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in one go. Nesta held on tight to him as he moved, both moaning each other's names as the mating bond started to glow between them, ready whenever they were to accept it.

Cassian cupped the back of Nesta's head, kissing her as he thrust into her again, and she moaned when she tasted herself on his lips, his own capturing the sounds she made, moaning himself when she tugged on his hair, pulling him into her, craving just as much contact as he was. He slammed into her again and again, and she just managed to keep up, clinging on to him as he thrust again and again, hitting her spot every time, dragging moans and whimpers from deep within her. Cassian groaned as he walls clenched around him and Nesta cried out as he spilled inside her, following him moments later, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she came.

She was still shaking as Cassian carried her back to the boulder she had sat on earlier, setting her down gently, and brushing a hand along her jaw,

"Okay, sweetheart?" She nodded, kissing his palm as he cupped her cheek and sat beside her. She grinned as she climbed back into his lap, kissing along his neck, reaching behind him to find his wings, grinning when she felt a hardness pressing into her ass, "You really are a menace," he chuckled, guiding her hips forwards as she slid down onto him, rolling her hips slowly, carefully, with Cassian guiding her movements as he kissed her again, her hands on his shoulders steadying herself as he pushed her closer to the edge again.

Once she had gotten into a rhythm, Cassian thrust upwards, making Nesta lose her balance slightly, relying on him to hold her up as she gasped, her breath now coming in ragged gasps, she cried out his name the moment his lips met her neck again, biting her lip as he whispered,

"Don't come. Not yet. Together." She nodded, desperately holding off until he squeezed her hips and she shattered around him, both their cries echoing around the clearing. She collapsed against his chest sighing when he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him as he nudged her off.

"Cass,"

"It's okay, I've got you," He whispered, slipping a hand into her hair, gently massaging her scalp as he rubbed her back, waiting for her breathing to slow back down to normal, she mumbled something and snuggled into him, burying her face in his neck and closing her eyes, his scent grounding her.

Nesta woke to Cassian's voice a couple of hours later,

"C'mon, we've got to get back," she blinked, burying her face in his chest as he unfurled his wings, the cold air finally getting through. She frowned, and yelped as he stood up, carrying her with him, and helped her slip her leathers back on, scooping her back into his arms once he had done the same and shooting into the sky, chuckling as she yelped in surprise, clinging on tight.

"Go slower this time." She begged, only breathing once he had slowed down again, loosening her grip as he carried her back to the camp,

"Let's go home."

"I am home." She whispered, resting her head against his shoulder, matching her breathing to his as they flew through the darkness.

#fanfiction #fanfic #a court of thorns and roses #nessian #nesta #nesta x cassian #cassian #smut #smut and fluff #fluff

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cheesecakepaw · 2 years

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Explaining my FanClans and some facts about the clans and their founders.

- DahliaClan: A clan full of some of the most peaceful cats you’ll ever meet. Which can be a disadvantage at the same time because they really have not much battle skills, only words. They live in a area full of flowers. Their founder, Dahliastar, used to actually live at ThunderClan, but due to a misunderstood prophecy, she was exiled along with two other cats. Their current leader is Flamestar, used to be Flamespots, you already know him a bit by my post about this clan.

- CavernClan: The used to be the main antagonists for DahliaClan but after Duskstar became leader everyone was now very peaceful. CavernClan had experienced two kits whose mother died and later in life those two same cats almost killed the leader and were killed themselves as punishment. Then the same thing happened again and again, which is why they see kits who were born after their mother died were seen as a “bad omen”. But after Darkstar died by being fed deathberries by his deputy Duskpelt, they see motherless as just normal beings. Duskpelt killed Darkstar for the greater good, and she became leader because the code said so. The StarClan cats saw her reasoning. Their founder was Cavernstar who originated from WindClan. They live in a abandoned undermine which blocks out the sunlight. Many albino and hairless cats reside in CavernClan. They were very aggressive but after Duskstar’s reign, they all became very peaceful but still have the ability to hit like a truck. Current leader is Duskstar, mentioned her a bit in the same post as Flamestar.

- PeakClan: This is a clan that I had yet to introduce, basically the RiverClan at the moment but I’ll think of something that’ll impact PeakClan as well, I mean I did introduce two characters from this clan but that’s about it. PeakClan is like the in between DahliaClan and CavernClan, very peaceful but knows how to pack a punch to your face. Many are passive with one exception but we’ll get to his character facts L A T E R. They live a field of ground near the peaks, along with a creek of freshly clean water that leads to a waterfall, the ones who fall down there either have never been found or found dead, besides one but we’ll get to him in PineClan. Their founder is PeakStar. Their current leader is Reedstar.

- PineClan: The newest clans in the bunch. Like the post said about it, they live in the pine forest. Their founder is Pinestar and he still is alive. StarClan saw this clan as an official clan and just accepted them. Pikeleaf was the reason for this clan to happen. Pikeleaf used to be called Deerkit but after he fell off the waterfall of PeakClan, he landed on a boulder and the impact he left on the said boulder made the boulder fall while he was on it. Soon loads of rocks fell down and some landed on his back left leg. He got saved by a she-cat called Squirrel, a brown she-cat with some lighter brown on her chest and tail tip, and decided to adopt him. He basically had two mothers during that time period, Squirrel and Creek. They named him Pike and his back left leg was removed because it would’ve caused an infection. Soon Pike met Pine and Pine said something about the three clans which sparked something from Pike and said what if they made a clan themselves and Pine called him a genius. Soon they gathered some small groups of clans and announced it during the gatherings. They then discovered that they had weird names and just followed along, which caused many weird names to spawn because they have no idea how the naming system works, like there was a kit named Starelder. Pretty soon PeakClan had to send in a cat of theirs, Dewtail, to help PineClan with the naming system and some have weird names while a lot more have average clan names.

That’s it for the FanClans.

#Warrior Cats #Warrior Cats OC's

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zyettemoon1800 · 4 years

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Can you please do an imagine for me? Pretty please? The reader is the reincarnation of Kars's original human mate, and in present day she is the physician for Joseph and group. She actually despises pillar men but after Jojo is defeated she agrees to marry Kars in exchange for everyone's life. How would kars treat her? what about the other pillar men? Thanks😊

-Even though Kars is a calculated genius that doesn’t concern himself with anyone especially humans that don’t know anything about the red stone, he wasn’t always like that. Before this slumber he had a human lover who would do anything and everything for him even if he deems it not necessary. She was also the only one beside Esidisi that didn’t think his masks were a joke. In fact, she would help gather bones from the deceased and bring them to Kars so he can make the masks. But sadly your luck ran out, when you were getting some more bones from graves some villagers found you and stoned you to death. Kars knew something was wrong. You were never this late before. Worried, he went to look for you to make sure you were okay, but what he found was shocking. There you were black and blue with dents of over your face. It tried the mask on you to bring you back, but it didn’t work. No matter how many times he put it on you, you still didn’t respond. Enraged he went to your village and slaughtered every man, child, and female. When he went to retrieve your body, he decided to bury you on the cliff where you to had shared many private moments together. It provided as a memory and it was no where close to humans. As he laid you down in your eternal rest, he cried and vowed that he will prefect the mask and never love anyone else again. This however changed when he saw you. Those eyes. Just as he remembered them, icy grey with specks of green and hazel. He remembered staring into those eyes for hours on end. How their loving gaze seem to make everything better. He had to get you back. You were his little jewel and you were going to stay his forever.

You were a physician for the speedwagon foundation who was put in charge of making sure Jojo and Caesar came back alive. Most of the you were able to heal them up for the next fight,but this one was different.....way different. You have heard about the Pillar men and what they did to you cousin, Mark. So of course you made sure Jojo and caesar trained extra hard so they could beat them. On your way to the temple where the pillar men residue, you didn’t notice Kars admiring you from a tree. He watch your curvy figure sway as you walked and how you spoke softly to the two boys as they argued about whatever. You looked just like her. Just like his past lover. There was no doubt about it, you were his reincarnated lover. He couldn’t wait to get you back. Just imaging you round with his child makes him more impatient that ever. He will get you today and there is no way to get out of this one. When you arrived at the temple Wammu and Esidisi were already out side waiting for you guys. You leaned against a boulder a little ways from them so you wouldn’t get caught in any cross fire as you watched the fight. It seems you underestimated the pillar men just a tad. They were a little bit stronger and faster than your boys, but you still had faith in them. You were so caught up in the fight you didn’t hear Kars walking behind you until you saw another shadow on the ground coming closer and closer. When you turned around you came face to torso with the pillar man. As you looked up at him your heart started to beat fast as fighter or flight kicked in. So of course you tried to pull a jojo but it didn’t work. As soon as you took to steps he grabbed you and yanked you back to him. “Let me go,Kars!” You shouted as you struggled to get out of his iron grip he had on your waist. “Now, now calm down my jewel.” he purred into your ear bringing you closer to him only for you to kick at him. “Stop the meaningless attack jewel. You don’t want jojo and the bubble user to get hurt do you?” He mocked as you snapped your head to the side to see both of your boys on the ground bleeding and not moving. “You could save them if you become my bride.” He said making your face go pale. “Why would I ever marry you? I hate you!” You yelled at him as you began to struggle again only making him smirk. “So you want your little human friends to die then, it that what I’m hearing?” He said as Wammu walked over to the two harmon user. “Waitt! Fine I’m do it. Just let them go please.” You begged as Kars kissed your forehead. “Good choice my jewel.” He said before he pinched the back of your neck making you pass out. He cradled you in his arms before jumping into the air. He has to found a new home you all to be in and this time you are not getting away.

When you woke up from your slumber, you were surrounded by expensive items and jewels and a little tiger cub who was sleeping on a plush bed near the massive bed you were in. Kars informed you on the rules he has set for you until you accept him as your mate or you just learn to behave, which every comes first. Kars never yells at you and he treats you with the upmost respect. After all you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. If you are good he will give you anything your heart desire which isn’t a lot because you don’t talk or look at him a lot. In fact you may only say three or four words to him a week. No amount of coaxing will get you talking to him. When he is in the present of the other two pillar men, he will have you seating on his lap or leg to show them that you are his and his only. You never get a chance to talk to the other pillar men offend but when you do they show you a lot of respect. Esidisi will ask about your day and maybe even crack a joke or two and wammu just tells you much of a queen you will be in the future. You’ve been here for two months and hope that jojo and caesar are doing fine, but what you don’t know is that Kars killed them both when he knocked you out. No one will save you now. You are his mate, his lover, his jewel.

Thanks for letting me do this request I was dying to do one and I hope you enjoy it!

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astrology-with-charu · 3 years

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𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕦𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕪

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As I write mercury, symbol of our mind is being reborn - its in what’s called its dark period. Our will, center of all of our energy meets our mind - it can be fairly tiring as the two counsel, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙩.

You see, Mercury has been running away from Sun so far - boundless Hermès, the very definition of running your mouth off. And now a pull back comes in, the grown up checks in. It can come as a reckoning that initiating action without active work on the unconscious is not fruitful or at least not fulfilling. But its not all gloom and doom for its being reborn so a new seed is born post this brief reconsideration or even a celestial PTA meeting so as to speak.

𝙄𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 6 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝘼𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙏𝘼 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 1962 (yes I just went through a long PTA so I am going to flog the analogy to the ground). Could there be a bigger indicator of new beginning and potential of manifestation in whichever direction we put our facilities into.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞 - 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐞𝐛 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

We will feel the two opposing forces at work within us for next 10-12 days one that wants to power through and one thats pulling back the breaks. Eric Sullivan described this period thats ahead of us as driving with breaks on. You have to allow new potentials, options and opportunities to develop within the confine of caution of resisting the impuse to dive in blindly. It’s actually the phase when our innovation, our ideas find the legs - they like bamboos are growing below the surface and would shot up pretty fast post the direct period. With additional caution and some restrain we would make sure they have enough legs to last long and be fruitful.

I personally don’t stop life when mercury is retrograde and I never suggest to - nothing is worth stopping the flow of life even if the price is some corrections. But there is something to be said of unbridled enthusiasm during this period over things. It beats the purpose of this part of the cycle and we work against natural cycle when we rush - the purpose being to slow down and gain perspective. Sometimes our internal guides are strong enough and they weaken our physical self to slow us down or sometimes they would put the usual roadblocks with everyone seemingly being difficult in unison. Things break, cars don’t work, network is unavailable, fights come up everyone’s a wordsmith - anything to drop hints like boulders.

Research, lock yourself for hours loosing yourself in what you know is your next big contribution, ripen your genius - its going to be a very stimulating time, 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁. Mercury in Aquarius enjoys his genius and revels in what’s its about to create for everyone.

When the ideas and projects aren’t fully formed within us - its pretty tough to sell them to outer world to bring them onboard. Imbibe that proverbial trust in your work and your path in this time so you feel sure within your skin enough to bring a big platform of people along on your journey.

Remember when so many planets are all below the horizon and invisible at this time - they are in counsel and they are all being reborn - so the period following would be full throttle forward. Having a plan, some faith, background work for a full throttle on journey is a must and time is right for that.

Happening at 20º Aquarius this conjunction comes with a spiritual message represented in Sambion astrology as “A large white dove bearing a message”. A deep spiritual blessing from the soul-realm and this blessing is a prophecy of what is yet to come. Open yourself up to this blessing and this message as you get some hint of victory over your own forces that worked so far against you. 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥, 𝙘𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 some peace, a clarity and even pat on the back for the journey we have traveled and the wars we have fought or avoided. It’s the degree of Yeats moon... and as he said

“𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑟.” ~ 𝑊.𝐵. 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠

We proceed with all our senses sharper

By Sign : mentioned in my Feb 2021 focus note.

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HEROES: RISING!! RAMBLINGS & SPOILERS

Literally got out of the movie, got home, showered & sat down to type this out so its probably incoherent lol, I’ve tried to keep my notes in chronological order though

THE ANIMATIOOOONNNN!!! THE ANIMATION FOR THE WHOLE DAMN MOVIE WAS S O GOOD BUT ESPECIALLY THE FIGHT SCENES & CGI USE

HAWKS!!!!! we finally got him animated AND Nakamura Yuuichi’s voice for him was perfect

Endeavor vs Dabi..... 2!!! TodorokiTouyaSayWhat

Honesty?? the hero commission and UA agreeing to send a bunch of trainees off to an isolated area with no support at all from pros?? total BS lol like I get it the movie needs its set-up but goddamn there’s no way anyone actually would’ve thought that was a good idea in-universe

Another complaint: there was too much M*neta, that’s all

EVERYONE IN CLASS 1-A REALLY GOT TIME TO SHINE!! seeing everyone doing lil jobs around the island was adorable

Kiri freaking out over making a baby cry had by giggling lmao he’s so cute

Sero sectioning off the beach,, I Love The He

Momo was so cute this entire goddamn movie like wow I did not realise I loved her this much, best girl

MAHORO AND KATSUMA!!!!! so freaking cute and I LOVED Mahoro’s sass

Also loved all Mahroro and Bakugou’s interactions, king of explodokills gonna throw down with an eight year old lmao

Speaking of Bakugou: Him constantly yelling ‘Don’t give me orders’ only to then follow said orders?? iconic

ALSO ICONIC: Midoriya basically fucking tackling him to stop him from getting into it with Mahoro, the cain instinct everybody

Nine has a hella cool design and like I CANNOT be the only one who thinks he looks at bit like the first OFA user AND Nana Shimura, ESPECIALLY with his hair down

He looked cool but he’s a fuckin stupid villian, ‘I want a world where the strong rule over the weak’ bitch what world do you think you’re living in now???

Not to be a villain-fucker on main but Shigaraki was rlly hot in this movie

I straight up GASPED when Nine’s blue dragon-y thing got Bakugou, I literally thought he was gonna get cut in half

Momo and Denki literally exhausting their quirks to keep the islanders safe.... IM PROUD OF THESE FLEDGLING HEROES

SHOJI!!!!! Shoji was SO good this movie!! gentlest giant ever! the ammount of times he shielded Mahoro & Katsuma with no regard for himself :’))

Mina and Tokoyami was an unexpectedly cool team-up, Dark Shadow going sicko mode when Mina gor hurt? I FELT that

Todoroki ‘Petty’ Shouto voice: My father told me to push my body to its limits with my fire & then use my ice to cool myself down,,,,, I’m gonna do the exact opposite and almost definitely give myself hypothermia

Seriously!!! the way he just kinda curled up on the ground after defeating Chimera??? that shit hurted

Red Riot is on the scene! And once again I was blown away by how freaking awesome unbreakable is

Uravity and Cellophane?? did you mean team up of the motherfucking century???

Uraraka pushed herself so goddamn hard she was AMAZING, that last stunt with the logs holding back the literal WAVE of boulders? plus fuckin ultra

Aoyama was also hella plus ultra, king has an incompatible quirk that gives him severe stomach pain but he still pushed himself so far past his limits

Momo, on the verge of collapse, quirk exhausted: Hey everyone I made two whole goddamn canons

Seriously where’s that post about how Momo loves canons despite their impracticality, this is getting ridiculous

Using Kaminari as a freaking lightning rod,, jfc

Everyone in the cinema lost their SHIT at Bakugou and Midoriya reaching for each other,, Midoriya saying ‘It’s fine if it’s you’ I was C R Y I N G

Bakugou kicked Midoriya out of the way of one of Nine’s blasts, he could’ve grabbed him or yelled at him to dodge but no, he decided on kicking him out of the way

The cain instinct strikes again

Seeing all of the OFA predecessors animated?? seeing Midoriya in that grey-scale with the orange flame just like All Might at Kamino?? YALL ;-;

‘This is... the final Smash. Goodbye One For All. Thank you’

Bakugou finally fucking got to say ‘detroit smash’. god bless

Nine literally summoning A Whole Fucking Tornado TM only for Midoriya and Bakugou to punch said Whole Fucking Tornado TM into submission, I can’t

I thought Deku was gonna use Black Whip in this movie??? I really guess they were trying to avoid as many manga spoilers as possible

Might+U during the final confrontation with Nine,,,, good fuckin use of the song

Actually, the whole soundtrack was brilliant, Hayashi Yuki is a fucking genius

All Might holding Bakugou and Midoriya’s hands, thanking OFA’s predecessors, aaaaaAAAAAAAAA

‘Win to save and save to win, with that you can become the ultimate heroes’

SPEAKING OF THAT ^ Bakugou being the one to save Mahoro whilst Deku goes in for the attack on Nine?? character growth babey

The callbacks to Kamino,, ‘You’re Next’,, the United States of Smash,, All Might is the best don’t @ me

Bakugou not keeping OFA and not even remembering he had it was a total asspull but I’m willing to write it off as ‘Oh well the movies are only semi-canon anyways also Plot Armour’

Bakugou calling Sero by his name,, Bakugou letting Kaminari live after calling him ‘Bakugou no Kacchan-kun’,,, the team up to take down Mummy, ‘Kirishima is the only person Bakugou’s actually friends with’ WHERE??

Deku telling Katsuma ‘you can become a hero’! we’ve come full circle and it made me fucking CRY

Also,, the way Katsuma wants to be strong hero who can beat up any villain??? and the way Mahoro is a protective person who was literally willing to give up her life for her baby brother??? ‘win to save and save to win’??? the fuckin PARALLELS ya’ll

Bakugou and Midoriya are brothers don’t @ me I know I’m fucking right

I didn’t entirely understand what Katsuma’s quirk actually IS??? ‘cell activation’ means fuck all lmao

Todoroki’s FACE when Endeavour was hugging him, like literaly boi had almost frozen himself solid but he still somehow managed to look more disgruntled dealing with his dad

IIDA REALLY GOT TO STEP UP!! he and Momo taking charge and delegating tasks?? Iida going in BY HIMSELF to distract Chimera? Iida using Torque Over??? IM SO PROUD :’)

Speaking of Chimera what the fuck even is his quirk? at first I just thought he had a mutant-type quirk then I was like ‘oh cool it’s actually a transformation-type’ then he started shooting his fucking mouTH BEAM and like isn’t that an emitter??? how the hell can he do all that with Just One Quirk

Nine: ‘There can only be... one leader’

Shigaraki, disintegrating him: ‘Yeah and it’s me bitch’

the future king has arrived,,,

In conclusion: platonic bkdk rights, dadmight is canon, I would die for Mahoro & Katsuma, go beyond plus ultra!

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #heroes rising #heroes rising spoilers #boku no hero academia: heroes rising

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