#FORMALLY

[ventique18]

So. Malleus formally grants Silver and Sebek their Knighthood. Sebek is "The Knight of Lightning" and Silver is "The Knight of Dreams". Their armors are their physical rewards, and they are worth so much that they basically set the two up for life.

But... Rather than display it to gather dust, Silver requested that he'd rather donate it to the people who helped them, and will help them in the future. So Silver's armor is split into two, given to Sage Island and the Island of Woe.

Silver said the title of Knight is enough for him, but Malleus said it wasn't enough for him. Malleus encouraged him to think of another gift, because it's his birthday and he wants to give his baby brother a present.

So... Silver asks... That if it's not too much. That he knows it's selfish of him because he's the son of Briar Valley's enemy... But...

Could he inherit the name "Vanrouge" instead?

Silver: "Then I would truly be, my father's son."

[mikupresentationsystem]

empty miku - a mikuine gendered individual who presents messy and unkempt. what is considered messy/unkempt is up to the user.

wonderland miku - a mikuine gendered individual who presents bright and whimsically. what is considered bright/whimsical is up to the user.

stage miku - a mikuine gendered individual who presents elegant and formal. what is considered elegant/formal is up to the user.

street miku - a mikuine gendered individual who presents with a streetwear aesthetic and casual-formal. what is considered streetwear/casual-formal is up to the user.

school miku - a mikuine gendered individual who presents with a schoolwear aesthetic and casually. what is considered schoolwear/casual is up to the user.

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taglist:

@horrgores, @radiomogai, @presentationflag-archive, @buntress @honeyedfem

@catonliine, @spadescrewcoining, @en8y, @boingogender, @honeys-in-love

@bloodmoon-night, @colablob, @webcorearomantic, @francicide, @dunemikuine

@discrophy

[jollmaster]

Where do you get inspiration for the fashion of the sins?

• sometimes it's not necessary given the minimum of clothing, haha

• Belphegor and Asmodeus either have no clothes or wears very simple ones; Belphegor's piercings, however, can be compared with jewelry of some tribes (also I didn't think a lot about Lucifer's redesign of clothes, but added more similarities to the caftan [belted tunic])

• Satan's style didn't have a specific prototype, it took me a long time to decide what to draw and I got tired of it and just wanted to draw something, but the marks on his feet are a reference to caligae, sandals of the Mediterranean region

• Mammon's style is a reference to Eastern European fashion of the Middle Ages; I was inspired by Polish nobility style with furs and expensive fabrics

• Beelzebub's style is a partial reference to Japanese armor with a helmet resembling a beetle's head (his true form is insects)

[canadianno]

Salvado por la campana

Forget it, dinner has arrived

-alz

Hold on my Spanish friends are asleep I'm getting Google translate

Saved by the bell,, that makes sense

Thank u for not insulting me <3

[newstech24]

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[nsemkekanews]

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[kamalkafir-blog]

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[roquog]

The person who created Psuedi's add-on mind was an artificially created bird man who became really interested in alien life. He liked to spend his time doing mostly research and wasn't interested in interacting with the people around him.

The mind he created was skewed towards his ideal person that he didn't understand. As the only person who knew of Psuedi's exact condition, they visited him often looking for aid. He helped as it was part of his research, but he wasn't interested in the person he had to put up with. He considered his invention unfulfilling.

[twinkle-art]

lingering a little longer

[demonicsuffrage]

Tim, abruptly standing up in shock: Wait, I just realised that Damian will graduate highschool in 2032

Damian, rasing a brow: Yes, ofcourse? As I am currently in fourth grad-

Jason, spitting out water: What the fuck? 2032?

Steph, pointing accusingly: That's not a real graduation year you made that up!

Dick: I think I just threw up in my mouth a little

Duke, with his head in his hands: Does anyone else feel both their feet in the grave? I graduated this year!

Dick: Feet? More like my entire body, I finished high school years ago!

Cass: Guys I think Bruce is crying

[bisexualseraphim]

With how RFK has been speaking about autistic people and his plans for them, I don’t want to hear FUCK against self-diagnosis ever again when shit like this directly demonstrates what formal diagnosis can lead to — and there is worse to come, I guarantee. An autistic person’s choice to not be put on a Eugenics Hitlist is pretty fucking valid I’d say actually

[queenofwiltingroses]

You know, the real reason I regret deleting all my fan fiction isn't even just the loss of four years worth of writing. It's because I robbed myself of the satisfaction of copy-pasting the stories onto private documents and organizing them into folders on my drive.

And then the satisfaction of deciding whether I should delete my Wattpat account, or leave it an abandon wasteland of empty books and an outdated about section with the date created "April, 2013".

[ohsleepie]

I love the headcanon that Jean thinks Andrew is kinda spooky like a blank-eyed child in a horror movie or something.

[pxylene]

knife and fork..?

[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.