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mindsafe · 5 months ago

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@st4rsinclined || CONTINUED FROM [ X ]

it's rare that sobriety ( or something close to it ) finds him, && even rarer does it find him well. on those select days where kenny makes a conscious effort to keep clean, he is prone to fits of RESTLESSNESS which worsen with every exhumed memory; this time, the bones stay buried, && he is able to breathe.

❝ --to your health, runt. ❞ kenny toasts, promptly bringing the bottle to his lips, christening it with a generous swig ― good beer always tastes better from a bottle. it's his second one of the day, which ( for him ) is pretty damn good. he'd been keeping pace with his nephew, in between idle chit-chat, && commenting on the other's overly-precise technique. ❝ y'know, it's a waste of time tryin' to cut them all perfect-like; leave that to the blades. . . ❞

it was a variation of an old recipe, passed down his bloodline from father to son ― or in kenny's case, father to grandson. one small batch could fill the stomach of a grown man. before blenders were popularized among households, kenny was forced to make the batter from scratch; shredding each potato on the jagged edges of a rusty box grater. . . some nostalgia doesn't need to be revisited.

there was one night, where kuchel was ‘ working ’, && she had left him some money for pizza. . . instead, kenny raided the pantry, && with a few staple ingredients, he was able to prepare a home-cooked meal. to his surprise, the brat couldn't stop stuffing his face like a teeny tiny chipmunk, && it gradually became their thing: they would cook ( together ); they would eat ( together ); && they would get in shit for the mess they made ( together ). it only made sense that kenny would eventually teach him the process. he wouldn't be around forever. . . he wasn't sure if he'd be around as long as most. . .

kenny shifts in his seat && adjusts the positioning of his legs. uri hates it when he has his feet on the table; too bad uri's not around to scold him. neither is kuchel, surprisingly. frieda had some other commitment ― ‘ roller derby ’ he thinks? && rod. . . didn't need to be here.

otherwise contented, it remains difficult not to get caught up in his thoughts during periods of quiet. REGRET carries over from another life, && refuses to die. it's persistent, like the humming of electricity in the walls. something in his eyes must give him away; that, or he speaks without thinking ( as he is prone to do ). he's hoping on the former; chances are, it's the latter.

❝ --jeez, you weren't kidding about coming for uri's nachos. . . ❞ kenny brays so hard that he almost spills his drink. some things are just too funny. ❝ he's always on my ass about how i'm my own worst enemy, telling me how i'm not the same man i once was; how i can be the person you need me to be, but i have to forgive myself. . . ❞ laughter fizzles && he heaves a sigh. ❝ you know, when 'chel got pregnant, i was ready to break that fucker's legs. . . she never gave me an address, or even a name ― didn't want me getting arrested again, i guess. we were still living with our ‘ zayde ’ back then, but he was already on his deathbed, mind you. . . so i dropped out of high school to help out with money; never was much of an academic anyway. that was when i started taking odd jobs, here && there, && that's how i met uri, so technically. . . i owe you. for making that kind of love possible. ❞

a thick mixture is transferred to a large bowl, && the binding agents && seasonings are introduced. that's his cue. it's their thing, && they have a system: levi makes the batter; kenny fries it. he slams back the rest of his bottle, before he'll have to actually get up && commit to manning the stove ― not that he minds. it was always his favourite part. there's nothing quite like the sound && smell of hot oil in a tiny kitchen, watching it sizzle && spit, while waiting on fritters to take on that gorgeous shade of golden brown, on both sides. often, he'd whistle while working; if he was in an especially good mood, he'd sing.

❝ --i don't need to make a fortune. i married rich. ❞ kenny dismisses the suggestion casually. it wasn't the first time his nephew had brought it up, && it likely wouldn't be the last. part of his reluctance lies in a general disinterest in entrepreneurship; && part of it lies in a stubbornness that seems to run in the BLOOD. . . he readies the stovetop: a frying pan; a spatula; && a shit ton of oil. ❝ patience is a virtue, brat. adank. ❞ he takes bottle number three with a self-satisfied little smile. ❝ go have a seat, now. you've done plenty. ❞ he adds, gruffly, but not unkindly.

#st4rsinclined #「 ♛ 」oh sinnerman; where are you gonna run to? ( kenny )#「 ♛ 」verse: i look at the world && i notice it's turning ( modern )#iTS SOMETHING #kenneth talking about his past? being vulnerable? it's completely possible

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dreamingon-forever · 2 years ago

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hi can you give some levihan headcanons as a couple , maybe in modern au

Thank you so much for the request! This is my first headcanon request so I tried to make it as perfect as possible! Also, bear with me because I got overexcited with the ask, and instead of the point form HC formulation I should've followed, I may or may not have thought up their whole freaking backstory... and their follow up story... Oops. I won't post it here today, but I do think I will make it a separate post some other day if anyone is interested enough. Either way, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy!

AO3 link: 💚💜

I like to think that even in modern AU, Hange would still have her cheery personality, but instead of obsessing over Titans, she'd be more interested in microbes (I know, transition between giants to microorganisms, LOL). She'd still be interested in saving humanity, but more in the bacterial and medical kind of field instead.

Levi on the other hand, no longer having to be a soldier, he'd happily run the tea shop he'd always wanted right next to his best friends Isabel and Furlan.

The two met on a subway ten years ago on Levi's first day of work in the city. Where an unfortunate mix up of personal belongings caused by clashing into each other got them acquainted and familiar with each other. Despite the unfortunate meeting and the roller coaster of events that unfolded from their collision, it eventually became a pleasant story to tell their friends or at parties when asked how they met.

They were complete opposites of each other. Hange loved the outdoors while Levi preferred staying at home. She was loud and upbeat while he preferred silence and tranquility. Hanger had a habit of being free willed and letting her spontaneity take her, while Levi liked to have everything planned and set before getting into anything

And it wasn't just their preferences that differed, it was every aspect of themselves. Their life choices and ways of thinking were drastically opposing. Even the way they disagreed on what they wanted to eat for dinner caused heated discussion when brought up, as Hange would pick sweets for dinner instead of something sustainable like Levi wanted.

They were complete and utterly the opposite of each other. And while everything pointed to them not working out and onlookers put their money on their relationship ending in a messy breakup, they proved everyone wrong every time with how much their bond only grew stronger overtime. And how their loving partnership became more and more obvious the more time spent around them, erasing any doubts they had about the couple.

Yes, they fought occasionally, and they drove each other absolutely insane. But their differences also brought them out of each other's shells, together experiencing new things they would've never seen without the other otherwise. They saw the world in a different light through each other's eyes, and came to love the new combined word they created together. Because with being opposites of each other, it also meant they filled each other's holes and missing pieces. Almost like creating a stained glass window meant to be clear with splashes of purples and greens instead. Creating an accidental masterpiece that came to be adored by those lucky enough to bask under the kaleidoscope of colours in their inner chapel. Bathing those closest to them with the deep love they had for each other.

Throughout the years of getting to know each other, they found a way to put their differences away, and somehow managed to build up their relationship status to best friends. So much so that Isabel and Furlan, Levi's childhood friends complained about being replaced so quickly. Although, in all considerations, it felt to Levi like he was the one being replaced by Hange instead with the way his friends loved her. Hell, even his mother and uncle seemed to love her more than him.

"Welcome home, runt. Where's Hange? I wanted to discuss about the new wine she mentioned to me last time." His uncle would say when he'd visit.

"Oh Hange! I've made your favourite pudding!" His mother would greet, throwing herself at his girlfriend before she caught sight of her own son staring at them with a roll of his eyes. "Oh, Levi! Nice to see you too of course."

Contrary to his grumbles and complains about Hange being overburdened by his family every time she visited, he couldn't help but feel his heart beat happily at knowing the love of his life was accepted by his family, and that they loved her as much as he did himself. Having the two most important parts of his life get along was all he cared about.

Despite having known each other for ten years, having met when Levi was 26 and Hange 24, they didn't start dating until... well that was a mystery of its own as they themselves didn't really know when they started dating. Not fully at least.

Somewhere along the years of their friendship the lines blurred, and they somehow ended up with the shocking, yet not surprising realization that they were and had been dating each other for a while. But the way they realized it and came to terms with it wasn't an easy one. When Levi finally came to terms that he harboured feelings for his best friend, he initially thought that Hange had feelings for someone else. And he could only put up with the unbearable pain he went through when he overheard Moblit mention to Nifa that Hange couldn't meet with them for a work dinner because she had a date already.

So one can only imagine his surprise when Hange showed up with a smile at his shop door on Saturday, greeting him and his workers as happily as ever. Even throwing herself at him for a hug like she always did whenever she visited. A hug that would be considered too personal and close for two individuals that were only considered friends. But not once during her whole afternoon spent there did she mention anything about meeting up with anyone else, but the suspense was absolutely killing Levi by the point the clock struck half an hour to dinner time.

But Hange continued being her usual self. Greeting new and old clients alike as if she'd been friends with them for ages. Making a complete mess of his usual clean counters only to be scolded off by Levi to go to the corner and read instead, and even teasing him about random things like she always did. All the while being completely unaware of the turmoil and the pain Levi felt at thinking about how he would have to hide his feelings and having to pretend to be happy for Hange being with someone that wasn't him the rest of their live. It was becoming an unbearable and depressing Saturday to say the least. His mood only soured more as Hange still acted all upbeat and nonchalant as ever. Not once having brought up her dating life to him, despite being her so called bestie. And it brought about this ugly feeling of disbelief and jealousy out of him that he'd never experienced before.

As nighttime fell over the streets, Levi finally broke his silence and lashed out at her bitterly, asking why she was hanging out with him when she already had plans with someone else.

And out of all ways she could've reacted to his interrogation, being laughed at was something he didn't expect.

"But Levi, YOU are my date." She finally gasped, having finally gained the capacity to breathe again after having laughed at his question.

"Huh? How am I your date, fucking Four- Eyes. We never made plans for anything. Besides, I overheard your coworkers talk about you meeting someone instead of eating with them... How can I be considered your date?"

Hange tilted her head, amusement flowing in her brown eyes as she caught the usual poised and self-assured raven-haired individual lose his composure. "Huh... But I thought we've been dating for while now, Shorty. I've even been referring to you as my boyfriend to my friends and coworkers for the last few months."

Turns out, her date was none other than Levi. And her idea of a date was hanging out with him at his tea shop on the weekend like she's been doing the last five years. And Levi, as clueless to feelings as ever, never put two and two together.

The whirring of machine cogs and espresso machines filled the silence between them as Levi processed whatever Hange had just said.

"The fuck?! You can't simply just call me your boyfriend when I haven't even been aware of us dating this whole time!" He finally retaliated, throwing the rag in his hands onto the tabletop.

Hange giggled, noticing the reds on his cheeks. It wasn't a no, she could read from his eyes. "I like you too, Shorty. So? Are we officially dating now?"

"You better make up for the last few months I've been out of loop of my own relationship."

They ended up adopting a black goldfish adorably named One-Eyed Moody after the professor of the dark arts from the Harry Potter series for the fact it was both very moody and in fact, one eyed. Levi had reluctantly agreed to let Hange get a pet for their apartment once they had moved in together after a year of dating. He expected her to get a cat, a big dog, or a lizard for all he knew. Although he made it very clear the last one were on the black list.

Instead, Hange had found One-Eyed Moody on a cart ready to be discarded off at the pet shop. Having instantly connected with it, she begged Levi to get it. And with a heavy sigh, he couldn't say no. Mind you, it was pretty much dead at that point, but through endless observation and whatever mutated food concoction Hange whipped up, it came back to life in a matter of weeks. And in turn, Levi had somewhat grown attached to it. Hange liked to joke that it was their baby and it resembled them both in some ways.

Their days spent together were a blend of their interests mixed into one. When Hange wanted to settle down and read, Levi would do skin care for both of them to make use of their time. All the while Hange reading aloud the words from her book so Levi could listen as well. When Levi wanted to clean the house, Hange knew better than to lend a hand as he was peculiar in his ways. So instead she'd make some tea for both of them and cook dinner for a famished Levi by the end of his cleaning session. On days Hange felt like watching a documentary on bugs or microbes, Levi would lay his head on her lap as she brushed her fingers through his locks. The soothing motion letting him get some shut eye he usually never got due to his insomnia.

Hange had a habit of working overtime, and sometimes even staying overnight at her lab. On days like these Levi would pack up some sweets from his shop and some warm tea and bring them to her office as he kept her company. On the off days Hange had a day off, she'd use it to help around in Levi's shop. Chatting up customers and bringing a bright feeling to the atmosphere. Levi absolutely adored watching her laugh and interact with regulars from behind the counter. Although he'd never voice these thoughts aloud. But it wasn't needed, as his employees, Jean, Sasha, and Connie all make kissy faces to each other whenever they caught Levi glancing a little too long at his partner.

Levi didn't like to admit it, but most of his photos on his phone were of candid pictures of Hange. But not the flattering ones most boyfriends take of their girlfriends that are Instagram worthy. No, most of them were completely unflattering. Many consisting of Hange snoring with her mouth wide open, of her laying in a pile of dirt after having chased a squirrel. Of Hange throwing a middle finger to the camera after being caught without caffeine early in the morning, or even of her snorting in laughter after something funny Erwin had told them during one of their get togethers.

He was absolutely infatuated with her. With her quirks and her being. He was in love with Hange Zoe.

And similarly, Hange kept a record of all the plants and bouquets Levi gave her over the years. A collection of pressed flowers and dried leaves from every flora and fauna he'd ever gifted her. Because as much as she loved flowers, she loved more the effort gone into picking a different flower each time they had a celebration. Because as Levi had once told her, she was so unique that not one flower could ever describe her, and that he could never tie her down to one specific plant.

Normal dates like going to the mall or watching movies before dinner on a weekend weren't their thing. Instead, beach dates in mid freezing February nights, stargazing spontaneously on a random Wednesday night, running around the fields of the neighbourhood Hange grew in during summer afternoons, hiding from thugs after trespassing someone's property to take a look at the size of a wasp's nest, ending with the nest falling to the ground and its inhabitants swarming around the local outlaws on a spring morning... All were chaotic memories that belonged only to them. Those were the kind of dates they had.

They never had to verbally express their admiration or love for each other openly. Or make it everyone's business to know that they were together because they had upmost trust in their partnership and relationship without having to project it to the world in a fright of being misunderstood. Both knowing perfectly well how much they cared and loved each other in the small gestures they shared: The little brush of fingertips as they greeted each other goodbye before work. In the way they worked in sync when working together on a project for their new home. Of how they made love to each other in the warm embrace of each other, blinds closed and moans silenced between their interexchange of kisses. Making their love known only between themselves. It never became a pressing matter having everyone else know their business or feeling the need to explain their relationship to others. In the end, their actions spoke louder than words, and everyone could tell that they had the upmost trust in their relationship.

But in the calmness and safety of their bubble, eventually doubt would emerge, and leak a hole in their safe haven, no matter how much effort they put into keeping it afloat.

Hange absolutely loved and had a strange fascination for energy drinks infused in coffee, the ones that had 10 times the amount than should be allowed by any manufacturers or allowed to pass inspections. So much so that she'd stop by the convenience store on the corner of their apartment every time she came back from work. Bringing with her at least 10 cans with her.

Levi, despite his eye rolls and grumbles about over caffeination and annoyance at having a bunch of empty cans to constantly recycle, still got them for her whenever he passed by on his way from the tea store nonetheless. Loving and having a soft spot for the way Hange's eyes lit up and the way she threw herself at him every time he brought it for her.

Due to their different time schedules they never got to meet up to shop together, but nonetheless they each become regulars in the little shop for the drinks Hange so badly craved.

It was one day that Hange came back, a look of complete defeat on her face as she slummed against the door that Levi understood something was wrong. That, and the fact her hands were empty of her usual drinks.

"Finally figured out you were consuming poison?" Levi questioned as he started unclasping her shoes, carefully placing them on the shoe rack.

Shaking her head sadly, Hange sighed. "No... they hiked up the prices again. I know we're tight on money so I can't go buying five dollar coffee from the convenience store anymore... I guess I'll just have to settle for the stale decaf coffee they have at the office."

"Tch... don't exaggerate, Four-Eyes. The drinks were never more than two bucks." Levi muttered, taking her jacket off and placing it on the hanger.

Hange's brows furrowed. "Two bucks? When have they ever been that cheap? I've always been paying four fifty."

"Huh? What fucking store have you been to? It's been two fifty since we've moved here." Levi grumbled, flicking his finger over her forehead.

The topic brought on an argument that lasted the whole night over who was right and wrong. And it only settled when they both agreed to go to the store the following day together. Luckily it was a national holiday and neither had to go to work.

The following day, in typical Hange fashion, she'd forgotten to feed One-Eyed Moody. Refusing to leave the house without feeding him first, she told Levi to go on first, and that she'd meet him in the store.

But what she found as she entered the familiar shop was something she'd never expected. The usually bored clerk was suddenly chirpy and chatting up no other than her boyfriend. Levi on the other hand, seemed quite discontented from the conversation, but kept adding a word or two in politeness.

Suddenly catching his girlfriend's gaze, Levi started raising his hand to signal her over, when Hange crossed her hands in front of her, shaking her head vigorously as she unlinked and relinked her arms in the cross motion, signaling behind the cashier's back for Levi to not blow her cover.

Confused at her sudden antics, he furrowed his brows, but did as instructed, following Hange's pointed look to the cooler housing her favourite drinks before she mouthed "cashier, go pay for them!".

It was only after he exited the store ten whole minutes later, an annoyed look on his face that Hange finally pounced on him.

"So?"

"So what? You left me to listen to that girl talk about bad dates alone for ten minutes. Here's your stupid drinks." Levi grumbled, throwing the plastic bag into her arms.

Shaking her head, Hange stopped him from walking towards their home's direction. "NO! I meant, how much did you pay?"

"Ah... like I said, two bucks each." He said, annoyance still laced in his words.

And that's when it clicked for Hange. "Ah huh! I knew it! Levi! She's into you! She's been giving you a discount in order to get you to pay attention to her! She's been flirting with you this whole time!"

And instead of how a typical girlfriend would act after having found out their boyfriend was being hit on by someone else, Hange looked absolutely elated.

"Why you so happy about that? Are you not afraid that I'll reciprocate her someday?"

Of course they both knew he was kidding. The bond and love they shared with each other, despite being subtle, was very much irreplaceable.

"Because, it means that from now on, I get to stock up on my favourite drinks at a nice price!"

"Tch... you don't even know if she actually lowered the price, Four-eyes. Maybe you got charged extra by accident."

But having stepped into the store and bringing back a drink with her, Hange had confirmed for both of them all they needed to know.

And so, that day forward, it became their little secret. Levi would get Hange her drinks at a discounted price because of a crush the cashier had on him.

At first everything seemed alright, but slowly as time progressed, Levi seemed more distant and dejected every time he returned from the store. Hange seemed to pick up on his change of mood, but wasn't sure what was causing it. So instead she watched on in silence as Levi's presence became more and more cold.

Unsure of how to bring it up, she watched silently, until eventually Levi was the first to bring it up.

"Hange... are you okay with someone else hitting on me? Are you fine of having others perceiving me as single?" Levi asked suddenly one night. They were doing their usual pre-bed night routine as Levi prepped their ten stepped skin care for both of them. Hange resting her head on his lap, a book open in front of her.

"Hm? No... Should I be?" She asked, her eyes still glued to the words on the pages before her.

Levi's hands stilled completely, bringing a silence over them following Hange's words.

"No... nothing." He muttered finally, getting up. "I'm done. Don't go to bed too late." He said before walking towards their shared bedroom, his face concealed by the dark room.

At first Hange sat there in confusion. What was up with him and his weird questions? She thought about going to him and getting an answer out of him, but as her gaze fell over the bottles of her favourite drink sitting by the doorstep, realization fell over her. And her heart shattered.

The following day, Levi was doing the usual run. Head downcast and eyes unfocused, he forced on a smile that didn't reach his eyes as the cashier continued telling him something he assumed was supposed to be funny.

"Anyways, that'd be ten dollars."

The usual conversation... the usual dissociation... the same dull pain he felt at pretending to be interested in someone he had no feelings for.

"If you're free, I've been thinking... maybe we can get to know each other outside of the sto-"

As Levi started handing over the bill, already coming up with a plausible excuse to not go on a date, a hand suddenly stopped him, pulling him back.

"Sorry, I think you've got the wrong price! The price tag reads five dollars for a drink, and we got five of them here. I think- I think you might be undercharging us!" A bright voice chirped out of breath.

"Hange?" Levi asked surprised, turning to see the mess of a woman before him. She was absolutely out of breath, her lab coat was still on her figure, where a bunch of stains of various unnatural colours painted the once white cloth, and worse of all, she had goggles over her glasses, and that wasn't counting the pair that hung from her neck or the one on her forehead.

"Sorry I'm late. Work took longer to finish than I thought." She puffed out, throwing him a wide smile.

The cashier cleared her throat, noticing the gaze between them, not liking how close they seemed. "Uh... I'm sure I put the price right... I'll go check on the price tags after I ring this customer." She said as she turned back to Levi, her eyes still turning to take a look at Hange. "Don't worry about it, pay the usual price you pay."

But before she could continue, Hange inserted herself once more. "No need! I've got the rest of the money here." She said, pulling out a bunch of lose change from her pockets. Some which fell to the floor if not rolling on the counter.

"Oops..."

"Ma'am... I'm sorry, but can you please wait for your turn? I'm helping this customer over here first. I'll get back to you af-"

"We're paying together. These are for her. She's my girlfriend." Levi said.

A stunned silence fell over the three of them at Levi's words. His confession even surprising Hange as it was the first time she'd heard him introduce her as his girlfriend to anyone else other than their family and friends.

There was a certain pride in his eyes as he finally got to call her his in public. He wasn't one for public affection, or making the world know of his business. But there was something that warmed his chest in having others see them as a couple. Of having made it known that Hange was his. And only his.

Hange smiled. "25 should be the full price." She said, picking up the forgotten coins on the counter before interlacing her fingers with Levi's, and rushing out the door together with his hand in hers. The wind carrying her contagious laugh as they made their way to their apartment. Onlookers and everything else be damned.

"Aren't you sad?" Levi finally asked as they crashed onto the floor of their entrance hall after having run all the way up the stairs to their home.

"Over?" She asked breathlessly, turning to look at her lover.

"The fact you'll have to pay more for the drinks. Or at least cut down on them."

Hange chuckled, a bright twinkle of amusement amongst her brown eyes. "It's worth it. I'd rather pay more for my drinks than lose that warmth of yours... I don't want the love of my life to feel like I'm hiding our relationship. Besides... It was kind of sexy having you put claim over me in front of someone who had eyes on you for a long time."

"Fucking unbelievable." Levi grumbled, causing Hange to giggle before rolling over so she was just over his face. A serious look suddenly taking over her features.

"I love you, Levi. You and no one else."

"I love you too, Four-Eyes." Levi whispered back, placing a hand to the back of her head to bring her closer to him. "Who else can drive me as insane as you?"

And with it, they melted into a kiss.

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snkts · 7 months ago

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Name: James Howlett || Logan

Nickname(s): Wolverine, Wolvie, Weapon X / X, Jimmy, Jamey / Jamey-Boy, Log, Patch, Mr. Logan, Runt, Father, the Good Samurai

Relationship Status: Verse dependent, but generally single unless otherwise specified

Gender: Cis male

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic bisexual

Preferred Pet Names: Doesn’t have much preference / depends on the partner

Opinion on True Love: He’s had it and lost it multiple times, but only sometimes remembers it - either way, he thinks it exists, but it’s fleeting when you’re immortal

Opinion on Love at First Sight: Definitely believes in attraction at first sight - but it doesn’t necessarily take him long to fall for someone, either.

How ‘Romantic’ Are They?: Logan will never admit it outright, but he’s a fucking sap when he falls in love. The limiter gets ripped off. He’ll call you sweet nicknames, be on his best behaviour, and want to be near you as often as he can. He’ll be willing to give up his entire way of life and daydream about a white picket fence life with you. You like flowers? He’s bringing you flowers. He’s a disaster.

Ideal Physical Traits: While there are exceptions, he generally likes his men taller than him and his women shorter. He tends to have a thing for dark hair. He also likes longer hair, though he’s less picky about that. He wants a partner who’s athletic - it doesn’t matter what kind of athletic, and he doesn’t expect them to keep up with him (even though that’s a plus), but he likes doing a lot of active things in his free time, so having someone with a similar lifestyle is a great way to work bonding time into pre-existing habits.

Ideal Personality Traits: Logan wants someone who’s loyal, first and foremost. He knows he comes with a lot of baggage and damages, and he’s working through it all as best he can - but if you want him, he’s got to know you won’t just be there for the good days. You get all of him or you get none of him. He also wants someone with a similar sense of humor to his. You don’t have to be on the same wavelength as him all the time, but you have to be able to laugh at his jokes and match his energy when the mood’s there. Make him laugh, too, if you can. He also wants someone who’s competent - not just as a reflex, but able to stand on their own two feet. He will gladly dote and fawn over the object of his affection, but he doesn't want to be staring at his partner to make sure they don’t start a fire when they sit the water on the stove to boil. He also wants someone who wants to spend time together as much as he does - but, as per point 1, knows sometimes he just needs some quiet time alone to keep his head on straight. He also prefers people with a strong moral code (even if it doesn’t always align with him, as long as you can compromise), and while he definitely wants a family, even if you don’t want kids of your own (he can bring plenty to the table), not being good with kids is a major dealbreaker for him. Also, while the competency rule applies, he tends to like his women whip-smart and his men dumb as hell. Just how it shakes out.

Unattractive Physical Traits: Regularly unhygienic or out of shape. He’s also not interested in anyone noticeably physically younger than him, immortal or no (he’ll probably just adopt them instead), and he won’t go for anyone noticeably physically older than him unless they’re his partner who’s just out-aged him over the course of their relationship. Causes too many issues.

Unattractive Personality Traits: Laziness and apathy; tendencies to whine and complain; control freaks; narrow/closed-mindedness; bad with/cruel to children; selfishness; cockiness and bravado you can’t back up (though if you CAN, he doesn’t mind the banter); doormats; people who are indifferent, or worse, detrimental to, mutant rights; recklessness that endangers others; vegans (he’s an obligate carnivore, sorry); politicians.

Ideal Date: Oh, he’s not so picky. He likes roller coasters, so take him to a carnival and ride the rides with him; but he’d also be happy on a private, romantic picnic, just the two of you. Or take him to a bike show so you can talk while you look at choppers. You could take him out to a nice restaurant, or to your favourite bar to drink and shoot the shit, or to a pool hall, or, hell, even on a hike or hunting trip in the woods - or just for a long late-night drive or bike ride to a nice spot. He just wants to get to know you, mostly.

Do They Have a Type?: Yes, but he won’t admit it.

Average Relationship Length: He’s in it for the long haul. But fair warning, none of his love interests have died of old age.

Preferred Non-Sexual Intimacy: Quality time, whether that’s doing an activity together or just being in the same space. Bonus points if you maintain some sort of physical contact while you do.

Commitment Level: He will literally try to figure out how to die for you if it’d make you happy.

Opinion of Public Affection: He likes it. He’ll hold your hand, your elbow, arm around your shoulders or waist, pecks on the lips or cheek. Likes showing off he’s with you. He won’t go further than that, though - anything else is for closed doors only.

Past Relationships?: He’s been married before. Has a son he had willingly. He’s been with men, women, humans, mutants, other supers. … He doesn’t like talking about them. (He misses them.)

tagged by: @thwipsthrown this was so much fun :>

tagging: @ablinkntime @onlyarogue @perditos for your choice @bladedflower @bothsidesofaquestion @nightfaith @panhelleniios @webxfshame

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tildeborjesson · 2 years ago

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Jag har testat att arbeta med monogram och linoleumtryck.

Hur har jag gjort: Jag började med att gå in på Pinterest för att hitta inspiration. Jag sökte på ”monogram T B” då de är mina initialer. Efter jag hade kollat runt lite så valde jag att kombinera två av mina favoriter och sedan började jag med att skissa. Jag skissade flera olika varianter och tillslut kom jag fram till ett tryck jag gillade. Efter jag var nöjd så skissade jag den skiss jag gillade bäst, och gjorde den spegelvänd.

Efter jag gjort det så skar jag ut linoleum som var 5x5 i storlek och tecknade av min skiss på den. Sedan så använde jag mig av skärjärn och skar ut mitt tryck på plattan. När jag var nöjd med djupet så valde jag ut en oljefärg jag gillade, och tryckte ut det på en skiva och täckte en roller med den färgen. Sedan så rollade jag färgen på min platta tills det blev ett jämt lager. Efter det tog jag ett rispapper och la den ”räffliga” sidan på och började trycka med en sked. Jag använde ett hårt tryck tills färgen gått igenom rispappret.

Bild nr 1 blev jag inte helt nöjd med då jag ganska direkt insåg att jag behövde skära djupare med skärjärnet. Så jag gjorde det och testade igen.

Bild nr. 2: djupet såg jag blev bra, men jag hade alldeles för lite färg på min roller, så jag valde att göra ett nytt försök med mer oljefärg.

Bild nr 3: jag blev nöjd den tredje gången och valde att jag var klar där, (alltså att jag inte behövde göra fler försök).

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Tommy woke up his body aching seriously if Tommy was a car his cheack engine lights would be flashing for fucks sake Tommy is hungry tired and has half a mind to let a doppelganger take him not before letting then in but tommy is a big man a big man he can do this he thinks before getting up

Tommy cracks his back and finishes his stale bread

As Tommy went to his office and sat down while wearing a fucking tie why who knows why not Tommy

The first guy came in obvious doppelganger his I.D says technoblade which come on dude he also has bubblegum pink hair nut looking at how jacked he looks Tommy's pretty sure he's tryna be Steve

“Come on dude are you even fucking trying I mean look at that weird ugly pink hair Steve would never”

“Maybe I like it pink” it?! He yea Tommy gonna assume it's a he because Steve was a he said that in a gruff tone

“Yea sorry to tell you big man your preferences don't matter when your trying to impersonate people gonna have to call the D.D.D now “

Tommy said but as he was about to click the emergency button he got interrupted by the bad Steve duplicate

“Children these days no respect to talk these days”

Look Tommy should probably not talk to him butttt Tommy was bored and there were no people this early for quite a while

“First of all I ain't no child secondly your a doppelganger my job is to spot you and call the D.D.D��

The pink haired man snorted

“Sure,runt I wanted to ask you don't look old enough to have a job yet are the humans that desperate also your hundred percent a child”

Tommy scoffed “I'm a big man and not a runt or a child and I'm practically old enough for this job it's just that the people say my talent and how much a big man I am and gave me this job early”

He snorted once more

“Sure, kid, whatever you wanna belive but i'll be back you're too interesting to leave alone Philza was right” after saying that the man went away leaving Tommy in shock first time he didn't call D.D.D on one of them and wasn't philza the phil copycat

The rest of the day Tommy worked absentmindedly, mind only on technoblade and Tommy was constantly berated about it like fuck off yall

But since Tommy was the only line of protection against the doppelgangers Tommy had to focus but seriously the fuck are the guards for Tommy is luke 70% sure there guns don't have bullets and there knifes are dull

Well one more “person” to go before Tommy has to clean Tommy thought with a groan

The person in front of him was a brunette with brown eyes and he smirked at Tommy, Tommy returned it with a scowl

Tommy checked his papers Wilbur, Wilbur Soot this copycat was trying to copy William Ash

Tommy stared at him with a blank stare checking for more odittys this fucking “guy” was freakishly tall the fuck so Tommy had to tell him

“dude, the fuck your papers are wrong yea but why the fuck are you such a bean pole”

His eyes widen and he looked shocked before with a smirk he said “shut up gremlin have you considered I'm not tall and your short because your baby man”

Tommy's blood was boiling how many insults did he slip into that

“shut the fuck up im not a “baby man” I'm a fucking big man the biggest”

He roller his eyes “ please” he said with a scoff “Come on kid what are you 12 and you only argued against your age dose that mean your a short gremlin” he said with a smug smile that made tommy want to knock his teeth out

“Shut the fuck up im not short I'm quite tall for your information and I'm not a damm gremlin and your tall beacuse your a failure doppleganger William ain't that tall go fuck yourself”

He simply laughed at tommy before saying

“You really cute, sunsprout any chance you'll let me in”

Tommy gave him a deadpan face before saying

“Get the fuck out before I call the D.D.D”

Then wilbur made a face akin to a wet cat before laughing and leaving if tommy felt a bit lonely after he left no one needs to no

As tommy left the office he stood still and held his breath nothing snapped his neck so he's safe but there's not way in hell he is cleaning this building or going hungry fuck jshit he's a piece of shit

Tommy walked to the cafeteria ignoring the looks he got Tommy put food on his plate more then usual one served the themself but why the fuck is it everyone but Tommy got to self indulged as tommy was about to walk out a guy came in front of him

“James,you know your not allowed here fuck off and put the food back and go clean the building”

Tommy flipped him off and said “go to hell first of all names Tommy don't wear it out and I know I'm beautiful and blonde but do I fucking look like Cindarella”

The guy was to stunned to stop him so tommy walced out flipping everyone the bird no way in ever loving hell he is cleaning hire a fucking janitor or pay Tommy enough to live

Tommy walked to one of the guest rooms yes a FUCKING GUEST ROOM incase extra survivors came in need of shelter Tommy had to live in a pecie of shit smaller then a attic room and there were guest rooms

Tommy sat down in a amazingly comfy bed put in the T.V and watched mouna the best film and Tommy ate and it was delicious

Tommy lazed around eating and watching movies for a good plenty hours till some fuckers who's name tommy couldn't be bother to reme ber came to bother him

“Who the fuck said you can do this you son of a bitch go. And.fucking work” the guy said he growled the last part out

“Oh my fucking god shut the fuck up il do my job as a doorman period rest of the shit NO and I want to be treated better so fuck right of, julia” tommy said knowing full well the guys name was anything but Julia

The guy looked redder than a tomato with anger he looks furious he fumbled for a good minute before practically screeching at Tommy

“I'll be back with Jschalt you spoiled brat”

“Ya sure be back with jshit or whatever now fuck off” tommy said standing up for him self was a heavenly experience

The guy didn't come back so tommy just enjoyed and fell asleep after a few hours

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Types of Pigeons

All over the world there are almost 723 types of pigeons are exist. some Species are very common and available almost everywhere but some of is very illusive to find out. Every types of pigeons are different than other, different color, different size and different shape. The good news is, if you able to make a good environment for a pigeon couple they will be very happy to live with a as a lovely pet bird. The most available types of pigeons breed are raised domestically as a purpose of sport, hobby and food. Those types of pigeons are raised by domestically for food, they are not very expensive and they look very common. you can easily buy from your local market. Even some places pigeon meat is much cheaper than other chicken or duck meat. Pigeon meat is very tasty and healthy. Domestically raised pigeons can be a variety of colors, but are commonly blue or white. Some places pigeon used as wedding and event “doves,”

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Fancy Pigeon Fancy pigeons Fancy pigeons are specialized breeds, Some hobbyists make show their fancy pigeon competitions that are similar to dog or other pet animal shows. Usually pigeon lover’s keeps their pigeons as personal pets. There are many kinds of fancy pigeons including breeds like Pouters, Tumblers, Owls etc.

Feral Rock Pigeons Feral Rock Pigeons In the most countries and big cities you’ll find different types of feral Rock Pigeons. they are mostly the common blue variety of pigeons. Feral pigeons are well adapted to cities, suburbs and rural areas. In the countryside, they often perch in barns or around bridges and natural cliff areas. Sometimes feral pigeons cross-breed with domestic pigeons, that's why the color and plumage variations down through generations.

Band-tailed Pigeons Band-tailed Pigeons Band-tailed Pigeons are one of the most common wild pigeon. They are native to North America and the Pacific Coast. these pigeons have a long, gray banded tail and also a white band and iridescent patch at the nape of the neck. Band-tailed Pigeons are 14 to 18 inches long with a bright yellow beak and feet. 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Tumbler Romanian Beard American Roller Gola Romanian Black-Cherry Tumbler American Show Racer Gorguero Cropper Romanian Blind Tumbler American Strasser Granadino Pouter Romanian Blue Barred Whitetail Amsterdam Beard Tumbler Griwuni Tumbler Romanian cherry-coloured Highflyer Anatolian Owl Groninger Slenke Romanian Coffee-Colored Tumbler Anatolian Ringbeater Gumbinnen Whitehead Tumbler Romanian Gagiu Ancient Tumbler Romanian Magpie Tumbler Apatin Tumbler Hague Highflyer Romanian Moriscar Roller Antwerp Pigeon Hamburg Helmet Romanian Naked-Neck Tumbler Antwerp Smerle Hamburg Schimmel Romanian Silvery Tumbler Apatin Tumbler Hamburg Sticken Romanian Orbetean Tumbler Arabian Trumpeter Hamburg Tumbler Romanian Tshoong Tumbler Arad Barred Highflyer Hamedan Highflyer Saxon Romanian White Tail Tumbler Arad Tumbler Hana Pouter Romanian Satu-Mare Tumbler Archangel Hannover Tumbler Roshan Chirag Archangel White Trjasuni Harzburg Trumpeter Rostock Tumbler Argovien White Tail Haskow Colourhead Tumbler Rostov Tumbler Armenian Tumbler Helmet Pigeons, a group of pigeon breeds Roubaisien Asiatic Crack Tumbler Hessian Pouter Royal Snow Tumbler Australian Performing Tumbler Hindi Fantail Runt Australian Saddleback Tumbler Hódmezövásárhelyer Show Crest Tumbler Russe Blue Tumbler Austrian Fis(c)her Pigeon Hollander (pigeon) Russe Tschilbolli Austrian Magpie Cropper Holle Cropper Russe Tumbler Austrian White Tail Homing Pigeon Russian Akkermann Tumbler Horseman Pouter Russian Martini British Show Racer Hungarian Russian Tumbler Baja Tumbler Hungarian Beauty Homer Rzhev Startail Tumbler Baku Boinije Hungarian Buga Pigeon Barb (pigeon) Hungarian Cropper Szegediner Highflier Barbarisi Hungarian darkstorked Highflyer Saar Pigeon Barbet of Liège Hungarian Egri Tumbler Saddle Homer Baska Tumbler Hungarian Fantail Saint (pigeon) Basra Dewlap Hungarian Giant Pigeon Saint Gallen Wing Pigeon Bavarian Cropper Hungarian Giant Pouter Saint Louis Arch Crested Fantail Bavarian Highflyer Hungarian Highflyer Sarajewo Roller Beak-Crested Jacobin Hungarian Magpie-Tumbler Satu-Mare Tumbler Beauty Homer de Lige Hungarian Short-Beak Saxon Breast Belgian Beauty Homer Huppé Picard Saxon Crescent Pigeon Belgian Highflyer Hyacinth Saxon Cropper Belgian Tumbler Saxon Fairy Swallow Belgian Ringbeater Ice Pigeon Saxon Field Pigeon Benesov Pigeon Indian Fantail Saxon Monk Bergamasco pigeon Indian Fantasy (pigeon) Saxon Priest Bergen Tumbler Indian Gola Saxon Shield Berlin Long-Faced Tumbler Indian Mondain Saxon Spot Berlin Medium-Faced Tumbler Indian Pearl Highflier Saxon Stork Pigeon Berlin Muffed Tumbler Iranian Highflier Saxon Swallow Berlin Short-Faced Tumbler Iran Roller Saxon White Tail Bernburg Trumpeter Irish Flying Tumbler Saxon Wing Pigeon Berne Gugger Italian Owl Scandaroon Berne Halfbeak Italian Sottobanca Schalaster Pouter Berne Lark Schmalkalden Moorhead Berne Peak Crested Jacobin Schmolln Trumpeter Berne Ribbon Tail Jassy Tumbler Schoeneberg Barred Tumbler Berne Tigerhead Jerezano Pouter Schumen Tumbler Berne White Tail Jewel Mondain Seldschuk Pigeon Bernhardin Magpie Jiennense Cropper Seraphim Pigeon Bialostocka Krymka Tumbler Serbian Highflyer Bihac Roller Kaluga Tumbler Shack Kee Bijeljina Roller Karakand Fantail Shakhsharli Birmingham Roller Kassel Tumbler Shiraz Tumbler Blagodar Tumbler Katal Short-Beaked Armavir Tumbler Blue Sovater Kazan Tumbler Short-Faced Gansel Tumbler Blue Tumbler of Cluj Kecskemét Tumbler Show Antwerp Bohemian Bagdad Kelebek Show Homer Bohemian Cropper Kiev Tumbler Showpen Homer Bohemian Fairy Swallow King Show Racing Homer Bohemian Ice Cropper Kiskunfelegyhaza Tumbler Siberian Tumbler Bohemian Pigeon Koenigsberg Coloured Head Tumbler Silesian Colourhead Bohemian Steller Cropper Koenigsberg Moorhead Silesian Cropper Bohemian Tiger Swallow clean legged Koenigsberg Reinaugen Tumbler Silesian Moorhead Bohemian Trumpeter Komorn Tumbler Silesian Whithead Bohemian Tumbler Konstanza Tumbler Silky Fantail Bokhara Trumpeter Koros Tumbler Single Crested Priest Bokhara Tumbler Kosice Roller Sisak Roller Borino Kosice Tumbler Slovakian Cropper Boston Blue Tumbler Kraków Magpie Slovakian Highflyer Botoșani Tumbler Krasnodar Tumbler Slowenien Whitehead Bremen Tumbler Smyter Breslau Tumbler Lucerne Gold Collar Sofia Tumbler British Show Racer Lacene Sombor Briver Blackhead Lahore Sottobanca Brod Tumbler Laudino Sevillano Cropper Sottobanca, French type Brunner Pouter Lebanon (pigeon) South Batschka Tumbler Bucharest Ciung Highflier Lenardo South German Blasse Bucharest Show Tumbler Leuven Pouter South German Breast Buda Grizzle Budapest Short Face Tumbler Lille Pouter South German Charcoal Lark Budapest Coloured Lille Tumbler South German Monk Budapest Highflier Limerick Tumbler South German Moorhead Budapest Kiebitz Lome Tumbler South German Shield Budapest Muffed Tumbler Lotan (pigeon) South German Spot Budapest Shortbeak Lower Bavarian Cropper South German Tigerhead Budapest stork marked muffed Tumbler Low Silesian Muffed Tumbler South German White Tail Budapest Whiteflight Highflyer Lucerne Copper Collar Spaniard (pigeon) Budapest Whiteside Lucerne Elmer Spanish Bagdad Buga Pigeon Lucerne Gold Collar Spanish Barb Bukarest black Hanging Flight Tumbler Lucerne Self Spanish Flamenca Bulgarian Shield Owl Lucerne Shield Spanish Flamenca Runt Bulgarian White Shield Roller Lucerne Tigerhead Spanish Frillback Bagadette Bursa Tumbler Lucerne White Tail Spanish Gabacho Runt Bácka Longbeak Tumbler Lugoj Roller Spanish Little Friar Tumbler Lusatian Tumbler Spanish Mondain Canario Cropper Luster Pigeon Spanish Monjin Carneau Luttich Owl Spanish Naked Neck Pigeon Carrier Spanish Nun Catalan Tumbler Modena Spanish Owl Catalonian Head and Neck Tumbler Macedonian Turbit Spanish Owl Pouter Catalonian Laced Bordench Mondain Magpie →English Magpie Spanish Pigeon Central Asiatic Roller Majorcan Bort Runt Spanish Strawberry Eye Chinese Tumbler Majorcan Esbart Roller Spanish Thief Pouter Cakal Roller Makó Highflyer Spangeled Magpie Purzler of Satu-Mare Cambalhota Português Mallorca Giant Pigeon Speelderke Cauchois Maltese (pigeon) Srebrniak (Perlovy) Chinese Flying Pigeon Manotte Stapar Tumbler Chinese Owl Marchenero Pouter Stargard Shaker Chinese Tumbler Mariola Starling Chistopolian High-flying Pigeon Mariolinha Starwitzer Cropper Chorrera Markish Magpie Tumbler Steinheim Bagdad Clean Legged Fullhead Swallow Martham (pigeon) Steller Cropper Clean Legged Spot Swallow Masurian Tumbler Stettin Tumbler Cluj-Napoca Blue Memel Highflyer Steiger Cropper Cluj-Napoca Roller Micholaiyvski Shield Tumbler Stork Pigeon de Lodz Cluj-Napoca Tumbler Miniature American Crested Stralsund Highflyer Coburg Lark Mittelhause Pigeon Strasser Colillano Cropper Modena Sverdlovsk blue-gray mottle-headed pigeon Cologne Tumbler Modern Show Flight Swallow (pigeon) Craiova chestnutbrown Tumbler Modern Spanish Thief Pouter Swedish Owl Crescent Monor Tumbler Swedish Tumbler Crested Picard Montauban Swing Pouter Crested Soultz Mookee Swiss Crescent Criador Lusitano Moravian Bagdad Swiss Mondain Csepel Tumbler Moravian Magpie Cropper Swiss Pouter Cumulet Moravian Morak Cropper Swiss Self Czech Bagdad Moravian Strasser Syrian Bagdad Czech Ice Pouter Moravian White Head Syrian Coop Tumbler Czech Muffed Tumbler Morillero Cropper Syrian Curled Dewlap Czech Trumpeter Morrillero Alicantino Pouter Syrian Dewlap Moroncelo Cropper Syrian Fantail Dragoon Moscat Syrian Halabi Damascene Moscovite Tumbler Syrian Sabuni Tumbler Danish Copper Moscow Black Magpied Syrian Swift Danish Jacobin Moulter Syrian Turbiteen Danish Suabian Muffed Helmet Szegedin Highflyer Danish Tumbler Mulhouse Pigeon Szekesfehervar Tumbler Danzig Highflyer Munsterland Field Pigeon Szolnok Bagdad Debrecin Roller Muntenia Whitetail Tumbler Szolnok Tumbler Denizli Bangosu Modhumoti (pigeon) Dobrudshan Roller Megcer (pigeon) Taganrog Tumbler Dolapci Takla Tumbler Domestic Show Flight Naked Neck Tumbler Taqlaji Domino Frill New York Danish Flying Tumbler Targovist Tumbler Donek Nish Highflyer Targovista red Highflyer Dragoon Nord Caucasian Tumbler Texan Pioneer Dresden Trumpeter Norwegian Tumbler Thai Fantail Dutch Beauty Homer Norwich Cropper Thai Laugher Dutch Cropper Novisad Short-Faced Tumbler Thurgau Crescent Dutch Curled Cropper Nun Thurgau Elmer Dutch Helmet Nuremberg Lark Thurgau Monk Dutch Highflyer Nuremberg Swallow Thurgau Peak Crested Nis' White-Tail Highflyer Thurgau Shield English Trumpeter Thurgau White Tail East Prussian Tumbler Old Austrian Tumbler Thuringian Breast Echterding Colour Pigeon Old Dutch Capuchine Thuringian Colour Pigeons Egyptian Frill Old Dutch Tumbler Thuringian Crescent Pigeon Egyptian Swift Old Dutch Turbit Thuringian Cropper Egyptian Tumbler Old Fashioned Oriental Frill Thuringian Goldbeetle Eichbühl (pigeon) Old German Cropper Thuringian Mauser Pigeon Eisk Double Crested Tumbler Old German Magpie Tumbler Thuringian Monk Elbing Whitehead Tumbler Old German Moorhead Thuringian Pouter Elster Cropper Old German Nun Thuringian Self Elster Purzler Old German Owl Thuringian Shield Pigeon English Barb Old German Turbit Thuringian Spot English Carrier Old Holland Pouter Thuringian Stork Pigeon English Exhibition Homer Old Oriental Owl Thuringian Swallow English Fantail Old Style English Flying Saddle Tumbler Thuringian White Bib English Long-Faced Tumbler Old Vienna Highflyer Thuringian Whitehead English Magpie Orbetean Romanian rust-coloured Highflyer Thuringian White Tail English Nun Oriental Frill Thuringian Wing Pigeon English Owl Oriental Roller Tiger Swallow English Pouter Orientale Eastslowakian Roller Tippler English Short-Faced Tumbler Oriental Turbit Timisoara Tumbler English Show Homer Ostrava Bagdad Tokur English Show Tippler Ostrowiec Wattle Pigeon Transylvanian Back Crested Tumbler English Trumpeter Transylvanian Double Crested Tumbler Erlau Tumbler Pazardchin Roller Transylvanian Tumbler Escampadissa Tumbler Pakistani Highflyer Travnik Highflyer Exhibition Flying Tippler Pappatacci Trenton Exhibition Homer Parlor Roller Triganino Modena Parlor Tumbler Pigeons Tula Ribbon Tail Tumbler Fantail Persian Highflyer Tunesian Owl Fat Shan Blue Persian Roller Tung Koon Paak Felégyhaza Tumbler Piacentino Turbit Field Pigeon Piestanau Giant Pigeon Turbiteen Field Pigeon, clean legged Pigmy Mariola Fish Eye Roller Pigmy Pouter Ural striped maned pigeon Flanders Smerle Pinta Tumbler Usbekian Tumbler Florentine Polish Bagdad Flying Oriental Roller Polish Barb Vienna Highflier Flying Performing Roller Polish Beauty Homer Valencian Cropper, Dutch type Flying Saddle Homer Polish Crest Tumbler Valencian Figurita Flying Tippler Polish Eagle Valencian Giant Tenant Pigeon Fork-Tailed Polish Gansel Tumbler Valencian Homer Franconian Bagdad Polish Griwuni Tumbler Valencian Magany Homer Franconian Field Pigeon Polish Helmet Valencian Peter Runt Franconian Magpie Polish Highflyer Varna Tumbler Franconian Toy Self Polish Kronen Tumbler Veleño Pouter 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There’s obviously a lot of chatter going on about Cruella and 101 Dalmatians and ooohhh my god errebody a lot of you don’t know the source material and I really. I really need to share a nut shelled version of the two novels (yes there’s TWO) because it’s absolutely wild from start to finish and it starts out innocent enough and then just escalates from there. Copy pasting from my twitter thread cause as much as I love this roller coaster I don’t want to type it again HERE WE GO: To start in the original 101 Dalmatians novel, Mr. and Mrs. Dearly have that house because Mr. Dearly never has to pay taxes ever again and was gifted that house because he wiped out the government debt. They also had two nannies - Nanny Cook and Nanny Butler. Pongo is still there, but the mother of his pups is a dalmatian named Missis. Perdita is a dalmatian the family took in out of the rain as a 'wet nurse' to help feed the 15 puppies. Perdita apparently means lost. Cruella is also married to a furrier. Because of course.

Perdita tells Pongo that she HAD puppies, by a dog named Prince, but her owner sold her puppies so she was out looking for them. After the puppies are stolen, and the Twilight bark reveals the location, Pongo and Missis TRY to tell the humans but fail cause they can't say S's. Pongo and Missis go on the search for the puppies, and Perdita stays behind to watch the Dearly's. When they get to hell hall, there's 97 puppies and Cadpig is a runt and needs to be pulled along in a toy cart supplied by a 2 year old boy in order to escape. When the dogs get back to London, Cruella's PERSIAN CAT who wants revenge for the kittens Cruella drowned, lets them inside the house so the dogs can destroy Cruella's furs. They return home and it turns out Perdita's puppies were the one's pulling Cadpig, Prince confirms! Since all the puppies were bought and paid for, and not stolen. No one is looking to get them back. Even Perdita's owner sells her to the Dearly's because fuck Perdita I guess smh. Cruella's cat is now HOMELESS because the destruction of the furs has forced Cruella to flee the country and put Hell Hall up for sale so the Dearly's adopt the cat as well. They then buy Hell Hall for their "Dalmatian Dynasty" with money earned by fixing another gov. debt. They then adopt Prince because they see how much he still loves Perdita and Prince becomes dalmatian 101. TIME FOR BOOK 2. THE STARLIGHT BARKING. They're still living in Hell Hall and the Persian cats are married. Cadpig now lives with the Prime Minister. Wholesome, right? Happy and cute what could the sequel to 101 Dalmatians possibly entail that's weirder than the first? MY FRIENDS. FAM. BUCKLE UP. The dogs awaken one morning to find out that not a single living thing aside from dogs can wake up. Doors, machines, etc all work on command and the dogs don't need to eat or drink or sleep. Cadpig is now the acting PRIME MINISTER AND THE DOGS CAN COMMUNICATE VIA THOUGHT WAVES. They soon discover that they can 'swoosh' which is basically hovering over the ground at high speed. So, I mean, flying. They can basically fly. So Pongo and Missis SWOOSH to London with about 50 other dalmatians to meet with PRIME MINISTER CADPIG. But WAIT. Tommy, the kid from the first book, and the farm crew and the Persian cat from the first book are discovered to ALSO be awake because they were dubbed "honorary dogs" after helping the dalmatians in the first book. Because fuck the Dearly's I guess they're just PETS. The Persian cat thinks this is all Cruella's fault somehow so they pull together a team to go to Cruella's home to KILL HER. But she and her husband are both asleep like everyone else. She's now obsessed with metallic plastic and not furs. So they spare her life. And then! A mysterious voice comes onto the t.v, alerting all dogs that they must all gather tonight by midnight under starlight. The Twilight bark and the TELEPATHY ensures all dogs get this message. Because of course. *INHALES BECAUSE NEXT PART IS A DOOZY.* All the dogs, including the honorary ones are gathered and waiting. Then! At Midnight! Euphoria! The terror! ....... As Sirius, the Lord of the Dog star appears and announces that he's lonely, and he wants to take all the dogs off Earth so they can avoid the future Nuclear War. But the dogs have to come willingly and in the morning he promises that the world will forget dogs every existed so they're not missed. Pongo is tasked with deciding the fate OF EVERY DOG ON EARTH. Some stray dogs convince Pongo to say no to Sirius, because the decision to go would be unfair to any dog on Earth who is still hoping to find a loving family on Earth. So Pongo says no, and Siris proud that the dogs are staying so loyal despite the promise of eternal bliss. Sirius lets all the dogs SWOOSH back home and of course they deduce he appeared everywhere in the world at once because he's a star and not bound by. Physics or something. Pongo gives one last message to Sirius saying dogs may leave one day, but for now they like being on Earth. Also in the second book. Lucky has a wife named Gay and they're secretaries to a poodle. Patch refuses to marry because he doesn't want to pass down his eye spot. Roly Poly teaches George, a boxer, how to swim and they bond over magical adventures in Paris. I PROMISE YOU nothing Disney makes with 101 Dalmatians can top the source material and honestly they’re cowards for not doing a perfect adaptation or the second book. (Apparently Disney wanted to do more things based on that author’s work when he was alive and I’m sure he would have had he not died in 1966 since Starlight Barking came out in 1967. Just think, there’s probably a timeline where Starlight Barking is the first Disney animated sequel instead of Rescuers Down Under.)

#cruella #101 dalmatians #pongo

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malka-lisitsa · 2 years ago

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Continued from [ X ] @multi-royalty

"You want a roller coaster so badly, that you're willing to stick your tall ass on a kiddy coaster?" Well at least it wasn't a big one, she'd stand by it if it stopped the N A G G I N G . Of all the things to inherit from her mother, it was so inconvenient that she got Katherine's ability to hard focus what she wants till she gets it.

Though she should have seen that coming, since she did track her for five hundred years.

"Excuse me but your tiger's face has one eye positioned higher than the other... and my fox's nose is crooked. Dork is a nice name for them, I could have said runt rejects...." All terms of endearment of course, Katehrine adored her little plushy even if she named it Т��пак. She could be oddly aggressive with her affection. Shes been quoted as saying 'look at your stupid fucking face. Precious.'

"You seriously don't know what a funnel cake is? Five hundred years old and youve never heard of funnel cake. Its like... fluffy pastry cake, fried thin. They put the batter through a funnel and layer it over itself in the fryer till it kind of looks like... I dont know bramble? I'm not a food critic. Then they top it with powdered sugar and its amazing. We are getting one to share."

#GET THIS THREAD OFF LEGACY FUCK #verse: human Katherine #im the one that gets to make the queue

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wildblue2020 · 3 years ago

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I haven't been drawing a lot lately because of being plagued with schoolwork, so after careful planning I can finally present new OCs part of my new AU called TMNT Street Punks Next Gen. (basically if the original TMNT and the Street Punks had a child).

This only took me two weeks to sketch and two nights to color. It was so much fun!

You can learn more about them on my DeviantArt: DudetteJassyJ

Also decided to add a brief bio to them. Starting from left to right:

HAMATO RYNE

AGE: 9

PARENTS: Father - Rebel, Mother - Leonardo Hamato

ROLE(S): Mom (formerly), Leader

PERSONALITY: Enthusiastic, Responsible, Fearless, Short-Tempered, Stubborn, Encouraging

LIKES: Japanese Culture, Cooking, Blossom Trees,

DISLIKES: Rainy Days, Waiting, Bland Food

HAMATO BRANTLEY

AGE: 9

PARENTS: Father - Ghost, Mother - Raphael Hamato

ROLE(S): Hothead, Weapons Expert/Keeper

PERSONALITY: Sarcastic, Straightforward, Aggressive, Light-Hearted, Reliable, Free-Spirited, Meticulous

LIKES: Competing, Fighting, Animals, Roller-skating

DISLIKES: Shotguns, Lectures, Waiting, Being told what to do

HAMATO NOLAN

AGE: 9

PARENTS: Father - MC, Mother - Donatello Hamato

ROLE(S): Brains, Team Scavenger

PERSONALITY: Loyal, Adventurous, High-Strung, Fair, Artistic, Charismatic

LIKES: Science, Art, Dancing, Stakeouts

DISLIKES: His mom's overprotective nature, Being pressured, His cousins fighting, Burdening himself too much

HAMATO MYLES

AGE: 9

PARENTS: Father - Swift, Mother - Michelangelo Hamato

ROLE(S): Heart, Team Strategist

PERSONALITY: Immature, Social, Impulsive, Foolish, Intelligent, Sly

LIKES: Flirting, Video Games, Skateboarding, Pranking

DISLIKES: Being looked as the 'runt of the litter', Being alone, Being bossed around (by Ryne in particular), Having his and other people's feelings hurt

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt au #tmnt street punks #tmnt next gen #tmnt sp next gen #tmnt raphael #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt mc #tmnt ghost #tmnt rebel #tmnt swift #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo

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captainkurosolaire · 4 years ago

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Prompt #16 ~ Arcade

A cataloging book of aves was given closure from the Crow's Nest. The dweller resident who occupied it held a huge fascination as if everything was richly new in experience. But the hobby didn't entirely prevent her from losing motivation. She had felt unaccomplished in her abilities with things out of her depths from being countered hardly by a formidable enemy who froze her only means of weaponry in her rifle preventing the shot along with suffering a gashing wound she kept the souvenir scar to thrive better. Furthermore the Captain had forfeited and sacrificed his arsenal of relics acquired over many painstaking years. To her perspective, it seemed she had made him lose more than gain. Everything she felt was about to be purified. The feline Captain had strong senses, and it aided in not only getting a prediction on the weather shifts, but also utilizing his numerous experience, there was a feeling aboard of morale being startled. As he took claim of the dawn, by loudly making his presence known, he clung to the ladder and gave ascent, he knocked to hatch since she had made the nest her quarters, "Oi' Shelah, c'mon we're going training." She had taped already hand's appendages from trying to learn the art of melee. It saddened her that little progression was made in improving. It gave ark memento, to how she was upon her islander days, always being the runt alongside far behind her fellow sisterhood. "What's the point? Quartermaster and First Crewmate already tried." Regardless she exhaled and opened up for him to scale the remainder. "Aye, I do hear. Although my methods may garner favor." Her personality type and foreign bringing made her a stranger to badgering. Which didn't always show results depending on the person teaching and tutoring.

Captain flashed a cheek and infectious grin. "Put that aim t' me this evening', I assure ye it'll be fun. I'll wait fer a decision below." He'd give her opportunity and room to choose. He hadn't done anything despite her island and beliefs against what she was fated and forewarned as an omen of ill. She contemplated before following pursuit. His lead brought her before clanking and rotating automatic machines, bright over abundance lights, ringing sounds of gil. Noises that shouted 'winner', overall a bustling and booming populated place unlike anything accustomed. "This is th' Gold Saucer, if ye think I'm a cheat or swindler, this place encapsulates it. Sometimes t' learn and progress, you have to make memories, and those that are fun, impact us more personally. Now we're going to play a mini-games, with this MGP wallet I borrowed from a fancy high-roller." Taking in leading her by arm as she didn't know initially how to consume all this scenery. "This is a Cuff-A-Cur machine, objective is to swing hard." She saw another demonstration before he activated for her to give a whirl, she gave a weak performance as the machine mocked her fist and punch and barely moved. "Though most like t' punch ole' Giga' lad. Striking force is what matters, although ye may struggle punching. Doesn't mean you can't kick th' difference either. N' combat, sometimes it matters using all we are or can be surrounded with in survival." She focused her long Duskwight leg's did provide range and advantage. Glancing at him briefly, doing a demo round kick. He transformed not only basic games of normality of arcade into actual serious regimen. Then she scored a much higher rating. It's compliment gave her a breathe of undefinable air. The Seeker sparked up ecstatically. He would navigate her across to the Moogle's Paw teaching her coordination and also as it tried scamming them from attaining their prize despite having it as the crane unhooked and it wedged between the exit barely clinging on. She was recommended and used to cover him while he shook the machine and wouldn't be weaseled out for the acclaim. The games all but continued even into Monster's Toss where they competed with another and overall defeated him in every round. It played to her strengths as a sharpshooter. These enactments were boisterously redefining her morale and even confidence, which although felt hindered and dampened, Captain saw to rectify. As energy was nearly sapped, "Well, I lost all th' MGP and overall my credit. Ye b' a mighty pirate... Listen, just cause we may lose some-days, or fall short, doesn't mean we can't seize th' next wave. This goes for everything n' one-day, we'll even go hunt ourselves some assassins, and prevail over that. We're on a path to grow together and use our coverage fer each other, weaknesses aren't nearly as troublesome. Much you've proven t' this started day, you b' more than enough." His nonchalant and vow as she was carrying a handful of stuffies and assortment of prizes clung to her waist. A massive amount beyond all his simple recognition. This was her first memory of treasure.

#Prompt - Crane #FFxivWrite2021 #FFxivWrite #Shelah #Creative Writing #-Captain Kuro Solaire #Crew buildin' still #Tales of the Goldbrand #The Sniper #FFxiv #Seeker of the Sun #Duskwight

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superiorbookblog · 3 years ago

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Inlägg #1, Kapitel 1-4

“Jonas gick till sitt eget skrivbord och började bläddra bland sina papper för att göra kvällens läxa. Men han tänkte fortfarande på december och den kommande ceremonin.

Han hade blivit lugnad av samtalet med föräldrarna men han hade ingen aning om vad äldrekommittén skulle välja för framtidsuppgift åt honom eller hur han skulle känna sig när den dagen kom.”

Det här citatet tycker jag beskriver vad som har hänt i boken än så länge. Jonas är nervös över sin ceremoni, där han kommer få ett jobb. Anledningen till att jag tycker att det här citatet verkar viktigt är för att det känns som om ceremonin kommer ha en stor innebörd i berättelsen, och att den är kopplad till titeln, “Den utvalde”. Det känns som om någonting annorlunda kommer hända under den ceremonin.

Jag är just nu på sida 43, och än så länge har vi introducerats till huvudkaraktären Jonas, och samhället han bor i. Vi har fått veta om hur samhället är strukturerat, och att det är väldigt kontrollerat. Barnen får tillgång till nya saker varje år, när de har blivit en viss ålder och gått igenom sina ceremonier. När de blir tolvor får de ett jobb valt åt dem av samhällets kommitté. Alla i samhället har utvalda roller, och blir övervakade dygnet runt. Om någon bryter någon av samhällets många regler för många gånger, eller inte hänger med som de ska, riskerar de att bli befriade. Det finns ingen tydlig förklaring på vad befrielse innebär, men det sägs att de som blir befriade kommer till ett annat samhälle.

Jonas har en lillasyster som heter Lily, och hon kommer snart bli en åtta. Hans familj har även tagit in ett nybarn, Gabriel, som inte har vuxit propert och behöver stöd. På skolan har Jonas två kompisar, Fiona och Asher, som han verkar vara väldigt nära.

Jonas lever sitt strukturerade, vardagliga liv, där han gör de saker som alla andra i hans åldersgrupp gör. Han ska snart bli en tolva, vilket innebär att han då kommer ha levt i ungefär tolv år. Då kommer han ska genomgå tolvornas ceremoni, där han kommer få ett jobb valt för sig. Han är väldigt nervös över det, för han är osäker på vad han vill jobba med, och vet inte om han kommer bli nöjd med det jobbet äldrekommittén väljer åt honom. Men han börjar även se konstiga saker, föremål förändras på ett obeskrivligt sätt. Ingen annan tycks se det, vilket väcker frågor hos Jonas.

Jag tror att hans syner är en plantering, som kommer växa och ha en större betydelse i berättelsen. Det känns som om Jonas har en förmåga som de andra inte har, och att den förmågan har en roll i vad som kommer hända honom under ceremonin.

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theramseyloft · 4 years ago

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Hello, there. Sorry this is long, I understand if this is a loaded question/too much to answer. I am wondering, are there any pigeon breeds that flap their wings somewhat quieter than is normal? I really love pigeons’ personalities and their looks too but I think I like chickens more just because they are somewhat less flappy, it seems. The flapping bothers me for some reason (it’s not extremely upsetting, it probably bothers me as much as people snoring loudly, or shrill rooster crowing). I’ve owned chickens for most of my life but I have little experience with pigeons, so maybe this isn’t an accurate observation. I had dreamed of owning a pair of pigeons when I was younger but after watching/listening to your vlogs I’m kind of rethinking if they are right for me. Definitely a fan of more docile breeds, or smaller (and thus quieter—usually) breeds of chickens. I currently have Brahmas and Belgian d’Uccles and I find them both to be pretty calm and personable—so that is probably what I would like to see in a prospective pigeon. (That is, if one exists for me. Maybe I’m not the right fit for owning them?) Sorry this is long, thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate it!

The noise is a defense mechanism to warn the flock of a predator. The more urgently a pigeon bursts into flight, the sharper the staccato.

House pets rarely have reason to explode into startled flight, and are usually much quieter than a flock.

If the specific thing that bothers you is the high staccato unique to columbid flight, a Frillback or Lahore might be a better fit for you, as their longer feathers sound more like the rustling of a flapping chicken.

A good rule of thumb is the less tight feathered a breed, the less sharp the staccato.

Show line Danzig high fliers and Chinese Owls are more loose feathered than say a homer.

Breeds who clap in flight like voorburgs and some rollers and tumblers might also not hit your ears the same way.

Figuritas and performance line Birmingham rollers are very small and the lack of weight seems to make for quieter flight, in my experience.

Meat breeds like Giant Homers and Giant Runts are just below chicken sized and not especially prone to fly. (They can, but they are so heavy that the effort can be exhausting, so they prefer to use flight to break a fall or power a jump.)

Meat breeds are prone to obesity, though, and need a LOT of space.

If the sound of general flapping is what bothers you, though, definitely reconsider a pigeon as your companion of choice. There aren’t any that flap as rarely as chickens.

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akira-akahoshi · 4 years ago

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Transformers prompt/headcannon thingy part 4!

It’s technically like an add on to some of the ask thinggies I’ve done previously with sparklings.

•Starscreams sparklings basic info in order:

-1st born; Mech, seeker, red eyes, witty (as witty as a baby can be I guess), playful with his siblings and friend (Rodimus’ sparkling), very out going, likes to play fight, very active in the fact that he just likes running around

-2nd born; femme, seeker, magenta eyes, shy (more reserved than anything), usually will assess whoever’s new to her to determine whether she likes them or not, smart baby, quiet but more vocal than her youngest sibling, is in a way the more mature one amongst her siblings

-3rd born; mech, grounder, reddish magenta eyes, bubbly personality, has a bigger body than his siblings (mainly because his body types a grounder ya know?), kind baby, really polite, a little clumsy but we love this little roller baby

-4th born; also known as the youngest, mech, seeker, very blue eyes with a tiny hint of magenta, the shyest one, clingy to both his carrier, siblings and his best friend (Rodimus’ sparkling), smallest of the known sparklings so far (is kind of known as the ‘runt’ because of that), mostly the quiet one, definitely a mamas boy™️ you can’t tell me otherwise

•Rodimus , Drift and Ratchets sparkling info; is a rare sparkling due to the fact that they have two sires, grounder, colour design is a fusion of their sires, gender: to be determined (I’m looking at mech but still unsure) , carrier: Rodimus, sire; both Ratchet and Drift (because fan fic logic and all that, also who really knows how Cybertronians reproduce??), definitely best friends with Starscreams youngest, (also a total mamas baby)

I will live on the belief that Starscream and Rodimus take their sparklings on little play dates and while they’re watching their young ones play, they’ll talk about how carrying was a hard time for them (especially Starscream cause FOUR KIDS LINDA). Ratchet and Drift watch in the distance, taking an embarrassing amount of pictures of the sparklings play about with one another.

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

#tfp #transformers prime #maccadam #transformers #sparkling #sparklings #Rodimus #Starscream #Ratchet #drift|deadlock #drift #what’s the ship for both ratchet drift and rodimus?#robot babies being cute as hell

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deepwoundsandfadedscars · 5 years ago

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Nice Dragons Finish Last

(read on Ao3)

A month ago Nicky would’ve laughed at anyone who told him he’d find himself in this situation. Him? The youngest of his family, the runt, the odd one out, hiding in the basement of an abandoned house on the outskirts of the LFZ? The house that was about to be razed by a human mage that desperately wanted whatever Nicky’s new- what would he even call him? Friend? Acquaintance? Pain in his ass? The young(er than the one outside) human mage, Joe, who was currently putting all he had into the wards protecting them in the corner of the basement? Yeah right. He’s very happy hanging out in his room, tinkering with computers and playing video games, thank you very much.

Or he was. And then shit hit the fan, the head of his family clan sealed him, and promptly evicted him from the mountain. So now he finds himself here, stuck in a much weaker form than is entirely useful, even if he weren’t in the LFZ, where his normal form is prohibited, he couldn’t do shit. So he was stuck relying on a human mage, who from what Nicky had seen so far, was very good at what he does, but he only had so much to work with.

Several of Joe’s rings and bracelets glowed, the intricate spells carved into each of them glimmering in the dark basement. The ward was weakening, Joe’s reserve of magic that he stored in his jewelry was getting low and here on the outskirts of the LFZ, the natural magic of the world was weak, he couldn’t draw more from their surroundings to replenish.

Another bracelet dimmed and faded, the ward getting smaller and Joe cursed under his breath.

“I’m open to ideas if you have any, Nicky. I can only hold this for another minute, tops.”

Nicky scrubbed his hands over his face. He did have an idea actually. He didn’t plan on Joe finding out like this, hell he didn’t think he wanted Joe to know at all, but if either of them were to live another day, what choice did he have?

“Use me,” Nicky said, extending his hand to Joe.

Joe flinched back, shaking his head. “No way! Draining another humans soul for magic is blood magic, that will taint my magic forever!”

Nicky shook his head, extending his hand even further, insisting. “No. Trust me, it won’t be blood magic. Not with me.” His face hardened, hoping his sincerity would come across to Joe.

Joe was wary, eyeing him closely. But then his last bracelet flickered out and the wards dropped and in the same instant he grasped Nicky’s hand. Nicky smirked, squeezing Joe’s hand tight before he opened the dam and let his magic pour through their connection.

Joe nearly yanked his hand back as the magic flowed into him, it was hot and there was so much of it, and it just kept coming, it was overwhelming just how much of it there was but suddenly Joe was beaming, his face split in a huge grin and his eyes had a mischievous look to them and Nicky almost doubted if this was even a good idea.

“You’re not human,” Joe said, his voice incredulous.

“I’m not a lot of things, dead is one of them and I’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind.”

Joe threw his head back and laughed, giddy both from the power and what he had just learned about Nicky.

The wards shot up and Joe pulled Nicky to his feet. Nicky staggered for a moment, not used to the sensation of having someone else inside his magic. Joe had clearly never had this sort of connection before either and Nicky could feel a brush of his emotions and thoughts just on the edge of his mind as they moved towards the door leading out of the basement. Someone with practice could clamp down on that, so the only transference was purely magic, but as it was Nicky actually enjoyed feeling him there.

“Ready?” Joe asked, looking Nicky in the eye.

“Do your worst.”

Nicky nearly fell to his knees as Joe yanked on the magic, his vision warping for a moment as Joe blasted through the wall of the basement, exposing them to the outside in an instant. As the dust settled around them, the soldiers outside started coughing and yelling in confusion and Joe was walking forward, pulling Nicky along behind him. He glowed with power, almost blinding to look at and growing brighter every second as more and more power flowed into him. Nicky stumbled, but stayed with him as he climbed the exterior stairs out of the crumbled basement. The rolling script of the bracelet that contained his modified microwave spell flashed as he released it, blasting the soldiers that had surrounded the house. They didn’t stand a chance, caught off guard as they were by the explosion and shocked at Joe’s appearance as he burned as bright as the sun. The guards were thrown back before they could even get a proper hold on their weapons, some tossed over the hedges and into neighboring yards by the blasts, some slamming into their armoured vans they had parked haphazardly in the yard, collapsing and not getting up again. A horrible smell filled the air as the spell cooked the soldiers from the inside out. Joe picked them off easily, but there were still so many and some hid behind vehicles, firing pot shots at the duo when they could. Nicky could feel his vision narrowing, he could feel every twist and turn his magic took, from deep in his chest, down through his arms and into Joe and then through every swoop of the ruins on Joe’s jewelry, his stomach turning like he was riding a roller-coaster along the same route.

The air crackled with energy and Nicky couldn’t tell if that was actual thunder he heard or if it was his own pulse roaring in his ears. He felt Joe yank on the magic again and Nicky slammed his eyes shut as it ripped through them both and blasted outwards, throwing any remaining soldiers away from them, scorching the dead grass in the yard to black and leaving only the two of them and one other standing.

The other mage. He held one of his power reserves in his hand, the silver stitching of ruins on his hands glowing as he prepared a spell. He kept nervously looking up at Joe, and back at his gloves, muttering under his breath as he struggled with the spell.

Joe took another huge pull from Nicky’s power, who finally fell to his knees, barely keeping a hold of Joe as he felt like he might pass out. Joe released the power directly at the other mage, the power visibly screaming through the air, blue and electric, snapping down on the mage like the jaws of a dragon. The mage screamed as he was thrown back, clutching his hands to his chest as though they were broken, his fingers splayed in a way they shouldn’t be able to.

Nicky could feel Joe on the edge of his mind, he could feel his relief that the danger was passed and that he was now just marveling at the power within himself, looking at how his hands glowed with it, and the thought of tracking down any survivors was flickering, but Nicky was so drained, he didn’t think he could handle much more of this so he clamped down on the connection, leaving the magic that Joe had pushed into his jewelry reserves, but pulling everything else back.

Joe snatched his hand away from Nicky, as though the loss of magic hurt just as much as the first initial out pour had been, and without his support, Nicky collapsed to the scorched earth, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Nicky!” Joe yelled, dropping to his knees.

Nicky could feel warm hands on either side of his face, gentle rubbing of thumbs across cheek bones turning to frantically jostling his head in an attempt to wake him up. All he could manage was a groan as Joe put an arm under his neck and pulled him partially upright so Nicky was leaning against his chest.

“Hey, come on man,” Joe sounded frantic, “Stay with me, I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to take so much, come on, wake up!”

Nicky groaned again, but managed to open his eyes and raise an arm up to pull Joe’s hand away so he wasn’t tapping his face so much.

“I’m awake, I’ll be alright.” He said before closing his eyes again, leaning heavily on Joe.

Joe sighed in relief, wrapping his arms tightly around Nicky so his head was tucked under Joe’s chin. His hands rubbed circles on Nicky’s back absentmindedly as he looked around at the destruction. Nicky could feel as a chuckle bubbled up through Joe’s chest, a nervous and incredulous laugh.

“So when were you going to tell me you were a goddamn dragon?”

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[So this is not an original idea, it’s heavily inspired by the Heartstrikers series, this scene is not verbatim but is a situation that happens in the first book and I rewrote it in my own style.]

#here's a thing I wrote #the old guard fic #the old guard #heartstrikers au

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