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ghidorahsrealm · 1 year

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Noooooo, I didn’t draw kaijus to put them into DMC...

Titanus Ghidorah (my redesigned version) - Titanus Daevas and Apocryphan - Titanus Shinchū

Titanus Ghidorah:

Ichi is the main controller of the body. A prideful, borderline arrogant kaiju, Ichi acts as the mastermind or intelligent one of the three heads. He’s the one that plans everything and keeps Ni and San under control; he is capable of keeping his emotions under wrap, so no one knows what he’s visibly feeling at that point in time, though his actions says a lot more than his words do, despite him enjoying long and debatable conversations. Easily the most level-headed one and to keep focused on the main goal, unlike his fellow heads. He knows that brute force or manipulation alone isn’t enough to crush his enemies, so often, he blends the styles together to cause mass carnage and annihilate his enemies with lethal efficiency. Godzilla hates Ichi the most out of the heads.

Ni is the second head, and the most destructively violent one of the three heads. His head structure is made to cause absolute catastrophe by having a bite force stronger than Ichi or San’s, and no kaiju (minus Godzilla) is able to escape his jaws alive, or at the very least, shattered bones and profusive bleeding (that is difficult or impossible to stop due to venom glands Ni has). His electrical breath is the most devastating, but severely difficult to control, and more than likely can have just as much damage done to themselves as to the rest of the world. To rival his power, Ni is the boaster and highly aggressive. He sees the world as his playground - he is the king of Kings, he doesn’t have to follow orders (except he does, as Ichi controls a majority of the body). If an area in the world is too peaceful, or there is no battles amongst the kaiju, Ni is the most likely one to start it, as there always has to be conflict, or else what is the point in the world that they live in? Though, admittedly, the only one who can keep Ni calm for long periods is Mothra; no one is sure why this is the case, but kaiju and humans alike don’t complain much, considering Ni is a walking disaster ready to burst at any given moment.

San is the third and last head. The most “innocent” one of the heads, San has appropriately adopted the name of “Kevin”, given to him by the humans who took notice of his dorky personality, but despite his pleasant mannerisms, he has his own dark side. Internally, San is sadistic, manipulative, and cunning. His outside personality isn’t an entire lie, but it’s not the entire truth. The reality is that his base nature fights against the kaiju he tries to be, a tug of war that lasts millennia with neither half gaining the upper hand for too long. San tries his best, he really does, but the scent of freshly drawn blood and screams of tiny humans tempts his inner bloodlust, and so he loses himself in the moment, focused only on the ruin that follows. He would cause chaos alongside the other two heads, but wouldn’t immediately end his opponents. Instead, he’d be the type to drink their blood, throw out taunts, mocking them, insulting them, using his slick words to get them to slip. He’d even eat the ashes of dead humans that have been vaporized, just to watch the horror fly on the faces of the humans who knew the ash pile moments before. Once San snaps out of it, he feels nothing but overwhelmingly crushing guilt; he knows he can’t be forgiven for the crimes, and knows that his thoughts would claw him from the inside out. But he tries to not let it get to him. The only thing to keep them at bay is try to make up what he’s done, to be the kind kaiju people knew him as, but trust is a tricky thing, and San often finds himself alone. No one knows how to pull him from his darkened state, though who knows, maybe he’ll find someone... maybe. (Oh, and he uses his horn to skewer and slash body parts off his opponents, that horn is razer sharp and can cut through steel painfully easily.)

Titanus Daevas:

Daevas is the first daughter of the Queen, Mothra, and the Devil, King Ghidorah. While it may appear that she has two heads that are separate individuals, it’s actually just Daevas, but split into two heads... if that makes sense. The extra head allows her to watch from both behind or below, while the other watches the front or above; additionally, it also means shes able to grasp objects or other kaiju, as with her front limbs, they’re more so meant for tearing into flesh with their serrated edges than actual carrying. Height wise, she’s taller than her father, though in overall bulk/mass, she is lighter with a more sleek build. Her tail is like that of a scorpions, with the curved edge holding a prevalent venom that prevents blood clots and induces mild paralysis, hindering her opponents limbs so that she may use her electrical beams to blast the opponent into puddles of blood. Or, if she so wished, she could use the barbs on her tail to slam into the opponent and have them break off similar to spines, though usually the process to regrow the barbs takes a considerable amount of time, so its only used for emergencies.

Daevas (or Olvida, her human name) is a lost soul making due with what she has. Due to Ichi not caring for Daevas like how Ni does, he ultimately abandons her, which causes Ni to try and blow apart Ichi’s head; he does deeply care for his daughter, but his insecurities are deep, as he fears that he’d accidentally hurt or kill Daevas, or that he’d be a horrible example of a parent and lead her down a dark path like the one he has treaded upon. Ichi, noticing the internal struggle, manipulates Ni into giving into his head (as in reality, Ni isn’t as strong-willed like Ichi is), and convinces him that Daevas would be a lot safer being in the hands of Mothra than his own, and Ni caves. He was broken, and Mothra attempted to intervene, to try and reign in Ni and bring out his parental side, but he is too far gone, Ichi wormed too far into his psyche to where Ni wishes he didn’t have Daevas. He was always going to be a failure of a father, so why did he bring in such a precious life that he would inevitably destroy? His thoughts crushed Mothra, and it led to a long-felt depression to come crashing down. She started blaming herself for what has happened; this reflected in how she cares for Daevas (and soon, her younger sister, who has yet to hatch), where Mothra found herself lost more in her thoughts than caring for her daughter, and Daevas noticed. She wasn’t dumb, she noticed the look in her mother’s eyes. Looking at Daevas made Mothra succumb deeper into the abyss, a constant reminder of how Ni left, leaving Daevas fatherless. He was always around, yet, he ignored Mothra and Daevas whenever they were nearby, but when Daevas wanders up to him? He’d snap, but it was a cover up to try and prevent the merciless tears from pouring out. Daevas never tried again.

An accident, that’s what she convinced herself she was. Her thoughts were even more solidified where one day, her mother was gone. Daevas had a dream before she woke up to Mothra being missing, the soft whispers of “I’ll be going away soon, but I’ll be back, I promise” resonated within her skull, and the young kaiju knew that those words were rooted in reality, but it wasn’t the full truth. A day she waited, a week, a month, a year. She wasn’t coming home, she had lied. Daevas left the nest that was once her home, knowing that she had been abandoned by the only hope left in her life - she was pained by this, oh the shattering of her heart echoed throughout her chest, making it hard to swallow and hard to breathe. But she endured, she was just an accident after all, along with her younger sister. Her sister was born after Ni had left the family, and was still only a larva when Mothra had abandoned them. She was weaker than Daevas, significantly weaker; she struggled to eat, her moves were sluggish, and her exhaustion knew no limits. Other kaiju would’ve abandoned her, seeing her as more of a burden to their survival than their own kin, but Daevas wouldn’t be like their parents. She cared for her sister, took her with on her travels. They never stayed in one spot, always moving, always surviving. Soon, she has reached her young adult hood, and her sister began to change into her moth form, though she was still reliant on Daevas. Daevas didn’t mind, she was her sister after all, and no matter the day, she’d care for her little sister. Even if she would die in her attempts to keep her safe.

Daevas is a survivor, so she doesn’t interact with the other kaiju in fear they’d attempt to harm her or her little sister. Not to mention, they’d think she was the hidden heir to the Devil, and while she doesn’t wish to be associated with her father, part of her yearns to be recognized by him, to at least be acknowledged that the power she has gives her great potential. Dae isn’t one to dwell on those thoughts for too long though, as it would risk the safety of both her and her sister, so she buries it under hard work hunting for food and making sure her sister is safe. Now, I wouldn’t say she’s the type to get over trauma easily, but Dae always attempts to look at it from a logical stand point: those kaiju that affected her the most aren’t in her life anymore, and so theres no point in dwelling on the suffering she had to go through. If she ever meets them again? She’ll attempt to let the past be the past, and focus on the future. The daughter of the Devil is more of a brawn over brains, but it’s not to say she is “dumb”. She’s a quick learner when it comes to learning to survive, but socializing? She is significantly slower with. She’d be hostile at first, definitely, and will likely keep up a hostile or intimidating front for a while for those she doesn’t know, but slowly over time, she’ll tolerate other kaiju being around. She prefers not to talk though, her speech is kinda... meh. Basic words to get the point across, but if you use too many big words, she won’t understand. Don’t try explaining it to her either, she’ll look at you like you’re an insane mad man.

Titanus Apocryphan:

The son of the Devil and Muto Queen, and the half-brother of Daevas and her sister. He is recognized as the true heir to Ghidorah, though he could care less about such a title. In the end, it is just a title, it has nothing of value and just a term to label something, which quite frankly, Apocryphan hates. King, queen, prince, princess, it doesn’t matter, and so he does get into scuffles with Godzilla sometimes when the King tries to assert his dominance over him, but if theres one thing Apocryphan hates, its control. Now, Apoc is nice, borderlining on a gentleman, but he shares no desires in being an alpha, no desires in having a mate and continuing the bloodline, he just wishes to experience life itself. Call him a hippie, if you will, but he’s the non-pacifist hippie. Just don’t piss him off; Apocryphan is one of the bulkiest kaiju, and he’d definitely body you if you can’t fly or don’t have matching bulk to withstand him toppling you. He’s by no means as agile as say, Daevas, but he does have a nasty lightning breath attack, able to use an EMP ability, and able to deal an AOE electric attack to knock down flyers temporarily. Despite him having appendages similar to wings, they’re more so used for protecting himself; flexible, yet undeniably tough hide, able to withstand extreme temperatures and resistant to damage. He’s the tank, so to speak.

When he was born, he was actually adored by Ichi; the primary head adored his son, pride swelling within his chest at the sight of his spawn. He raises him well alongside his Queen, Barb, teaching him how to fight and in some cases, teaching him brutality if the situation so calls for it. Barb got on his hide for teaching their son such a thing, but it was quickly dismissed by Ichi, who told her he wouldn’t be trying to teach his son such things again. Barb was doting upon her son, though not overly so. She told stories about her species to a young Apocryphan, who was fascinated by such tales, and sometimes his father would come in to tell his own book of history about the kind he was apart of. In short, Apocryphan had the family Daevas had lost, and that made her nearly ignite herself into flames when she finds out about Apoc.

Now to the part I want to write about - Apocryphan and Daevas are heated rivals, but it’s pretty one-sided. Apoc genuinely wants to bond with the half-sister his father never spoke of, but Daevas sees him as just... well, a replacement for her. All those years of surviving, and this is the reward she receives for all of her painful suffering? She brews with intense, bloody hatred at the sight of him, and wants to slash him apart to show her dominance over her younger half-brother. What Apoc sees though? Just someone that’s broken, agonizingly so. So despite all of the near-death scenarios he throws himself into, he still tries to get to know Dae, to hear her story. That’s one she’ll likely never tell Apoc to his face though. His presence alone is a slap to the face for her.

Titanus Shinchū

Ah, the youngest sister of Dae, and older sibling of Apocryphan. Now, admittedly, she is the weakest character out of the ones I’ve written about so far. From what I do have of her, she is admittedly very weak for a kaiju. She can still be a thorn for humanity, but can be dealt with quickly. She was born with an autoimmune disease, so her body is constantly fighting herself, leaving her drained a majority of the time and difficult to... well, live. She doesn’t give up though, she would be the one too angry and stubborn to die, angry at the world. She never is harsh to her older sister, but everyone else, including Godzilla? Sarcastic and rude, always having a biting remark to nip at them. In a way, shes envious about the life they live - they don’t suffer from all the pain she has to go through, must be nice getting to live a normal life, to actually be able to function properly rather than consume yourself from the inside. I imagine her life span would be shorter compared to Dae, though her benefit is that she’s, thankfully, able to be reborn like how her mother does, but it’s always painful for Dae to see her die. A life of suffering, fueled by the anger that Shin has for the world and the hand that was dealt to their family.

She clings to Dae a lot, admittedly. Dae is the wall, but Shin is the ranged attacker. Her wings are like a dragon fly’s, beating fast that generates a lot of heat to pulse through her body, and she’s able to launch electrical spines at her enemies with, honestly, quite good accuracy. She’s fast in the air, like, ungodly fast, but it takes a huge chunk of energy for her to go that fast, so usually she hovers, as it takes less energy, but honestly? Shin prefers not to fly at all; to her, you’re just painting a big ol’ red target on your underbelly, and while she doesn’t mind dying (since she’ll come back anyway), it’s a pain in the ass to get to her moth form again.

Hates Apoc too, but isn’t blinded by nothing but rage like Dae is. She’ll hear him out, if just to quell her curiosity, but then she’d tell him to scurry back to Ghidorah, he isn’t welcomed here.

that’s all im going to write bc my brain go poof back to dmc i gooooo

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greenwitchcrafts · 1 year

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Wormwood

Artemisia absinthium

Known as: Absinthe, crown for a king, green ginger, madderwort, old woman & wormot

Related plants: A member of th e family Artemisia that also include mugwort, sagewort, tarragon, sagebrush & southernwood

Parts used: Leaves & flowers

Habitat & cultivation: this shrub is native to Europe, Asia & Siberia. It is most likely found present in along dry rocky roads, in pastures & open waste areas or overgrazed rangeland

Plant type: Perennial

Region: Zones 4-9

Harvest: Best to let grow for at least two years before harvesting large amounts

Growing tips: Wonderful container plant that can be incredibly invasive. It grows readily from seed, root divisions or cutting and preferably recently composted or fertilized. They do not love wet soil & prefer warm, dry, rocky conditions.

Medicinal information: The bitter-tasting plant has been used for centuries for medicinal purposes to reduce pain & swelling. Made into a salve it can help the itch from insect bites-It's also used as a anti-parasitic to treat intestinal worms, treat digestive problems & skin infections. It was also used to make the infamous drink Absinthe & Vermouth.

Cautions: Wormwood is toxic & shouldn't be taken internally. It is dangerous to use for longer than a two week period & should be avoided by pregnant & chestfeeding individuals. If burning, use in a ventilated area as the smoke can be irritating to the eyes and throat.

Magickal properties

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Mars

Element: Fire

Deities: Aida Wedo, Artemis, Diana, Innana, Iris, Isis, Lakshimi & Sif

Magickal uses:

•Burn as an incense with mugwort, bay and/or blue lotus to aid in psychic powers, enhance divination abilities & to attract spirits

• Place under your bed to draw a loved one

• Keep in your vehicle to protect against accidents & dangerous roads

• Use to send harmful magick back to it's sender

• Sprinkle in the path of an enemy to cause strife and misfortune

• Decorate your altar or workspace with wormwood when using your clairvoyant skills

• Give as an offering to spirits

• Carry with you in a satchet to protect against bewitchment

• Use rituals of astral projection and divination

• In Russia, wormwood was commonly used to protect the wearer from Rusalki, water spirits who roamed forests and rivers with sharp claws and an hate for humans

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litnerdwrites · 2 months

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Clandestine Affairs - Lust X OC (I)

A/N: Omg, the first part of Clandestine Affairs is finally done! I'm so excited to share this with you all. I'll try to update weekly, but if I can't, I'll see if I can get some Euphemia content out. Other than that, I have a Gluttony x Reader oneshot I'm working on to, but I don't know when I'd upload that. Tomorrow, I'll set up a masterlist that'll be pinned to my blog. If you have theories as to where this will go before we reach the point my Prince of Sin week work ended on, or want to be tagged in this series, comment and let me know. Finally, if you want some spoilers as to where this series is going, Speak Now is a oneshot for Lust with this same OC that I did for Prince of Sin week, and this is just fleshing out his and Amara's story a little, so feel free go check that out, along with @princeofsinweek for a bunch of KOTW content.

WC: 1887

TW: Implied suicidal behaviour, implied abuse, implied suicide attempt, implied suicide attempt by FMC.

Speak Now Chapter 1 (You are here) Chapter 2

She wasn’t sure how long she’d sat there, eyes locked on the crashing waves below, but not really looking at them.

“Get out of my sight,”

The sudden wind at her back had her lurching forward. Or was it a hand? Was the voice in her head? She couldn’t tell anymore.

SMASH

The waves sound like shattering glass.

Or does the glass shattering sound like the waves crashing?

Which one could she hear?

“I’m sorry, Mara. My poor, sweet Amara,”

Another crash draws her attention to the raging sea. If it were a little louder, could it, perhaps, it could drown out the rend of her heart when those words played.

It would be so easy to just… lean forward.

Just a little.

Chunks of earth crumble beneath her knees, where her legs dangle off the side, and disappear into the inky waters below.

That could be her.

It would be easy.

Just lean forward.

Grasp a piece of the sweet oblivion she longed for.

Easy.

It’s right there.

Peace.

Oblivion.

So, so easy.

Just-

Something rushed through her, like rapids flowing through her veins, sudden enough to draw the air from her lungs, and has her lurching back. Pulled from her trance, her eyes searched around for the source of the feeling. Fishing boats, and personal ships bobbed in the distance, some hanging lanterns to mark their location from shore, while shadows danced below the surface.

Dragging her gaze away, she scanned the area, searching for what might have been the cause of the sudden rush she’d felt. At a glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The night’s pearl had long since taken her place, surrounded by glittering diamonds, forming constellations in the sky. Stalls and vendors had been packed away, with every respectable merchant having gone home to their family, likely tucked into bed, or in front of a warm fire with a drink by now. Her heart clenched at the thought, just as a chilly breeze swept over her.

Suddenly, she longed for that warmth. A warm fire, or a blanket- anything to keep the cold at bay, and warm her chilled body.

As her eyes searched, they caught on a light coming from behind a rock formation at the edge of the nearby beach. With slow, cautious steps, she walked along the edge of the cliff, until she could see a mass of figures surrounding a large bonfire. They were chatting, eating, and dancing to the most hypnotic music she’d ever heard.

For a moment, she wondered where the music was coming from, as she didn’t see anyone with instruments amongst or near the mass. The thought was quickly banished from her head with another gust of wind, and suddenly it was all she could think of, to get closer to that warmth.

It was such a familiar occurrence that she didn’t even struggle when she felt those dark thoughts and fatigue pulling her under, leaving her as a passenger in her own body, letting it run through the motions as she sank further into the darkness. Perhaps that was why she didn’t notice as her legs began to move, or that little voice inside, screaming at her to stop.

Instead, she let her feet carry her towards the bonfire.

Entranced, she made her way down the side of the cliff, vaguely registering the way her limbs trembled. She wondered if it was from anticipation or the cold. The thought passed quickly though, and before long, she found herself right in front of the pyre, where the flames danced against the backdrop of night. But, something was different. When she turned her head, giving the area a slow once over, she realised; The crowd was gone.

Instead, there was only a single person, dancing around the bonfire to an indiscernible source of music. That should’ve bothered her more.

The sculptures that nobles commissioned from renowned artisans to line their overly elaborate halls must’ve been inspired by the man. He wore a silver suit, though seemed to have either discarded or, more likely, forgone a shirt or vest.

His skin was gold, hair dark, and his eyes were the colour of charcoal. Yet, somehow, she got the impression that if she met his gaze, she’d feel like she was falling into a different kind of abyss than the one she was used to. This one would be darkened by desire, though be it to disrobe or begin worshiping, she couldn’t tell.

“If you like what you see, then why not join?” The man’s voice jolted her from her thoughts.

He had been across the beach a moment ago, but now he stood right in front of her.

Too close.

His face was too close, as he bent at the waist to examine her. It was only then, when she felt that flaming circlet flicker against her forehead that she realised how… Wrong- no. Not wrong. Off? How... Strange? No. How… Unsettling it was.

“Doesn’t your head get hot during the summer?”

The man’s eyes widened, and he had jerked back, clearly surprised by the question.

No sooner had the words left her mouth, Amara dropped her head and slapped a hand over her mouth. She tucked her chin against her collarbone, stiffening, before taking two steps back. Every second she felt his gaze on her, searching her, as if peeling back every layer to find the deepest secrets, locked in her heart.

With every ounce of strength left, she pulled her hands from her mouth, willing- forcing herself to stutter an apology.

“I- I’m so-”

“There are no summers where I’m from,”

Amara’s head snapped up, but she kept her hands close to her mouth, ready to raise them to her face at a moments’ notice. The man was grinning casually, amusement clear in his voice.

She blinked up at him, hands still pressed to her mouth, but eyes wide and curious. He seemed so jovial when she first saw him, then surprised at her outburst, but that was nothing new, and then, even without seeing his face, she felt like he’d instantly whittled down, through every layer of her until he found her secrets laid bare. Now, he seemed like any other bored noble’s son, seeking attention.

“Should you not be more concerned by it?” he cocked his head to the side.

Amara dropped her hands from her mouth, and blinked up at him again. After a few moments under his expectant gaze, answered with a shrug.

“I have… Seen stranger. I am a witch, after all.”

His brows shot up.

“You seem remarkably comfortable sharing that, when all it would take is the wrong person overhearing for you to be condemned,”

“You obviously aren’t human, and even if you were, then I guess that’s my mistake,”

His eyes narrowed, as he circled her.

Amara didn’t bother tracking his movements.

Silence stretched on for what felt like hours, though was likely only minutes.

“Do you know who I am, Stella Stregah?” he finally asked, coming back to stand in front of her.

“A Malvagi,” she stated, matter of factly, if not somewhat dully, before looking behind him, amd asking hesitantly, “Why are you having a bonfire all alone?”

“Would you care to join me?” was the only response he gave, head cocked to the side.

“Why?”

“Dance with me, and perhaps you’ll find out,” the demon bowed at the waist, offering his hand to her. Amara eyed him, and his grin widened, before he asked, “What could you have to lose?”

Her eyes widened at his words.

“My life,” she blurted.

“But you don’t care about that,”

“What?”

His eyes moved to the cliff she was sitting on, before she wandered down here, and she followed his gaze.

“If you cared about your life, then why would you allow yourself to lean so close to the edge?” he asks.

“Heights don’t scare me,” Amara responds, struggling to keep her voice even.

The man simply grins wider, before shrugging, as if pocketing the information, and holding out his hand again.

“If a height like that doesn’t frighten you, surely a mere dance won’t shake you either, no?”

She narrowed her eyes, intent on rejecting it, as his words replayed in her mind.

What did she have to lose? If she died, no one could say she took the coward’s way out. If she didn’t, what would be the harm? Perhaps it would be fun? Perhaps it could breathe some life into her for the first time in what felt like forever. Perhaps she’ll be able to escape her torments for a night. What could be the harm?

With a sigh, she took the man’s waiting hand.

Music filled her ear again, though there was no discernible source, as the demon guided her through the steps. Amara let him, keeping up with the steps expertly. She followed his lead, though never once made eye contact with the demon.

“Which one of the seven are you?”

“The best looking and most well endowed, naturally,” he grins. Amara’s expression deadpans. This seems to amuse him more. “I go by many names, Stregah, but you may call me Lust,”

She narrowed her eyes on him. Taking a moment to examine herself, and thinking over their interactions thus far. It didn’t seem like he used his powers on her.

“Have you tried to influence me with your sin, yet?”

Lust cocks his head to the side, examining her, as if considering if he should tell her or not. She leveled him with an impatient glare in response, though it only seemed to amuse him. Still, it seemed to convince him.

“For a time,” Lust admits, and Amara narrows her eyes.

“What?”

“You have a lot of questions, don’t you, little witch. Careful, each answer will cost you,” he warns.

“I…See,”

“Tell me, why were you so close to the edge, Stella Stregah?”

Lust raised a brow, examining the way her face scrunched.

“That’s not your concern, Malvagi.” Amara snapped, moving to pull away.

He chuckled, yanking her into a spin, before she could, then caught her, and pushed her into a dip, hand cupping the thigh of her raised leg. His face was mere inches from hers.

“No need to be so wrathful, little witch. Let go of your troubles for a night. Release those pent up feelings and give in to your desires,”

“I’m not sleeping with you,” she told him, point blank.

“I never said you should. Not unless those are your desires,” Lust shrugged, not rising from the dip, letting his hand trail down her leg, “Dance. Drink,” she glanced behind him to see a table of drinks and food she hadn’t noticed before, and on the other side, comfortable looking chairs were laid out around the bonfire, “Rest. Talk. Sing. Give into whatever brings your pleasure,”

“You mean to feed your sin-" Amara's thoughts came to a halt, her eyes narrowed, "If you are the Prince of Lust, why not encourage, or influence more..."

"Why not influence more carnal or debaucherous forms of pleasure?" He finished, lips quirked into a wicked grin as his thumb began to trace circles into her thigh. "There are many forms of pleasure, Stregah, and fucking is merely one of them. Is happiness itself not a part of pleasure and satisfaction?"

Amara's breath hitched, as heat trailed in his wake, spreading from her thigh to her core.

"I- I suppose," she muttered, as she fought the warmth of his touch, as well as any indication of the sort of effect he had on her.

The last thing she needed was for The Prince of Lust to assume she had any desire to be in any way... intimate... with him. Just the thought alone had blood rushing to her cheeks and her stomach in knots.

“Can you deny that giving in to pleasure, forgetting what ails you, even for a single night, would be bad?” Lust's brow cocked as he posed the question, snapping Amara from her thoughts.

It wouldn’t. If it wasn't sex of any kind, then she knew it wouldn’t.

“Surely you have plenty of people available to feed your sin,”

“Yet, at this time, I make this offer to you, and you alone,"

Amara’s eyes narrowed.

“If I give into pleasure, you won’t use your sin on me?”

“Not unless you ask, little witch,”

“Then it’s a deal. Just for tonight.”

“Just for tonight.”

Just for tonight. What could possibly go wrong, in just a night?

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nolanhattrick · 1 year

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here is a a bullet point explainer of my top surgery day (like when i was actually in the hospital) because i feel like if i had something like that i would have been less horrifically life-endingly anxious

day before:

we drove to the city it was in because we were staying with family and wanted to get settled. we left around 10 ish? in the morning and it took us 3 or so hours to get there with all the bathroom stops we made

i received a call from my surgeon's office at 10:30 in the morning giving me the time i needed to show up at the hospital. i was to show up two hours before my surgery time (5:45 am ; 7:45 am), and i was first on the schedule

we showed up at my cousin's house and got settled, i was fasting as required and took my special soap shower at around 9pm. i needed to show up at the hospital at 5:45am but my cousin lives less than 5 minutes away from the hospital so i could afford to go to bed late.

day of:

i woke up at around 2 and went back to bed at around 3:30, woke up at 4:30 and took my second hibiclens shower. i got dressed in clean clothes and we drove to the hospital at 5:30 am

we had never been to the hospital before so we fucked around and found a place to park. we walked in and were confused until we looked around and found check-in. they didn't ask for ID or insurance, just my name. they scanned my advanced directive and medical power of attorney, told me to wait in the surgery waiting area, and told me that someone wld come find me! i was also given a hospital bracelet with my real name on it not my government name which is cool.

we waited for a little bit. there were two other people there. we were all in pajamas. it was great. the waiting area was full of local indigenous art. i wish i would have taken pictures now.

a nurse called my name and verified my date of birth and that i was there for gender affirming double mastectomy. she took me and my mom back to the preop area and took me to a preop room with a bed.

i was weighed and given a urine sample cup for pregnancy testing. this sucked bc i was NPO for like 12 hours and dehydrated as fuck but if you still have a uterus and ovaries you will have to do this.

she gave me a six pack of hibiclens wipes and instructions on how to do the surgery wipe down. neck to toes. one for neck and shoulders, one for chest and torso, one for back, one for arms, one for legs, one for groin and glutes. there r details on the paper. this is recommended but not required depending on ur surgeon. u do it urself. ur nurse does not touch u.

u put on ur gown and then ur given an IV with saline. i was given an oral anti inflammatory and 1000mg tylenol with a teeny bit of water. this is when they blew the valve in my hand. i COVERED my preop nurse with blood and almost threw up. it was great.

she went over some mental health questions and some physical health questions - are u depressed when did u last eat and drink etc. they were concerned because i hadn't eaten solids since the ninth and my surgery was on the twelfth but it was okay.

they asked me who my favorite music artist was because apparently listening to your favorite music while in surgery improves recovery outcomes. i blanked and then told them my chemical romance and the 1975. i hope they enjoyed that whiplash of a mix.

i was taken down and my mom was kicked to the waiting area. the elevator broke and we had to wait. awkward.

i sat in the real preop bay and started crying. got rly nauseous. a preop nurse gave me a puke bag and opened my fluids completely. i think this is where the additional damage to my arm happened but we're not sure. she was really nice but REALLY busy. she needed help lol it was just her for four people :(

she came and verified my name and date of birth. she gave me these sleeves that squeezed my calves to prevent blood clots. she put a warming blanket on me. she gave me consent forms to sign. she moved me to a private corner so my surgeon could draw guidelines on my chest. she put a scopolamine patch behind my ear and then dipped to do more work. love her

my anesthesiologist came by. she asked me my pronouns - the only person to do so (they're charted but still)! she checked my heart and lung sounds and complimented my lung capacity. she asked me what my fears were regarding anesthesia and told me that i was safe with her. she read over my consent and my preop EKG i got in weeks prior. she said that she considers me zero risk and that she is unconcerned which was a big calm down moment. she went to go do pre surgery things.

my surgeon came by. he unhooked my warm blanket and had me stand up so he could draw lines on my chest. he double checked my consent papers and then put me back under my warming blanket and gave me my puke bag back and then went to go do pre surgery things.

about 10 minutes later i was being wheeled into the surgery room. this is around 7:45am. it was actually REALLY close to preop. and it was very cold.

they had me put myself on the table. i was introduced to the rest of the surgery staff. they were literally all women. so cool. my head was going to be sitting on this jello bundt cake looking thing. i laughed and pointed that out. then i got hooked up to an oxygen mask by the anesthesiologist and it smelled like playdough. i commented on that and she laughed and that's the last thing i remember before

i woke up! i was groggy as fuck. first words out of my mouth in recovery were "oh that's exciting, i woke up" and the recovery nurse looked Very Concerned. she was nice to me. she also sprinted when i asked for a puke bag.

i was there for about two hours. one asleep, one awake. they needed to watch me eat and not throw up and i Succeeded and i also needed a bed to return to, which they didn't have.

my surgeon came by to check on me, said i did great! i don't remember much of this.

i went back to the same preop wing at, like, noon-thirty ish. i got to see my mom at one. my postop nurse was a SAINT. he monitored my immediate pain levels and the instant it got above a four he tried to get me pain medication, but was stonewalled by my surgeon.

he got me more food. i had like 12 ounces of apple juice and some cheese and crackers. he let me look at his tattoos and he told me stories while we waited for my mom and for discharge papers.

we got discharge papers, i got dressed mostly by myself. mom gave me my phone back so i could text my friends that i was alive. mom was also handed a 10 pack of gauze with nipple cut outs and we were told to open my swelling reduction binder and change them out once a day.

i was also instructed to empty my JP drains once or twice a day depending on fluid level and given urinalysis cups to empty them into. i never got more than 12mls out of them so this wasn't an issue

you just kind of pop them open and let the oily blood drain out and shake them a little and then squeeze and close them again. yes u can feel it sucking when u close it. it's not painful just weird.

then we went back to my cousin's house! and i devoured a burger and slept kinda shitty

i was up and walking normal same day. i got up slow and did circles around her living room. it was helpful.

#my post #recovery documentation #ftm #top surgery

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mariacallous · 1 year

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An LGTBQ+ pride event usually held along the riverwalk in Tampa, Florida, has been canceled after hard-right Gov. Ron DeSantis signed a bevy of anti-LGBTQ+ bills into law this week.

Tampa Pride President Carrie West confirmed to several local news outlets that the event, called Tampa Pride on the River, would not go ahead in September because it features drag performances at a public venue. One of the state’s new laws targets drag where it might be visible to minors.

In the end, we didn’t want to take any chances,” West told the Tampa Bay Times on Thursday.

“Really, I’m sorry,” West told WFLA, an NBC affiliate.

The event usually draws around 20,000 people to downtown Tampa for food, drinks and entertainment in an area without any fencing, according to a St. Petersburg CBS affiliate.

It is at least the second pride event to be canceled as Florida Republicans continue to attack the LGBTQ+ community. Officials in Port St. Lucie — a city north of West Palm Beach — axed a pride parade last month.

On Wednesday, DeSantis appeared at Tampa’s private Cambridge Christian School with a fistful of Sharpies to sign a number of bills curbing the rights of LGBTQ+ people in his state, which he dubbed “a citadel of normalcy.”

In addition to targeting drag shows, the new legislation bans gender-affirming health care for minors, including puberty blockers, while implementing new rules for adults who elect the procedures. It bars people from using bathrooms associated with their gender identity and cracks down on preferred pronoun use in schools. DeSantis also expanded the state’s so-called “Don’t Say Gay” law to reach classrooms from pre-K through eighth grade, prohibiting in vague terms any mention of gender identity.

The governor tossed the Sharpies used to sign the bills into a crowd of onlookers, PBS Newshour noted.

DeSantis is widely expected to announce his bid for the 2024 Republican presidential nomination in the coming days.

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Kaito had been tending to some hurt civilians, it was not easy for him due to the fact some had bad wounds. “Damn it their blood is going to draw demons in…” he said to himself. Used a building to set up a makeshift medical area which he had wisteria all over the place.

He did not know how long the wisteria could hold back demons. Only had, a small breathing room before having to fight the demons.

*because of the wisteria I stay outside and away from the place*

This was quite smart human.. using the wisteria to keep us demons at bay.

*crosses arms*

Though it can't keep you safe forever.. you'll need food and drinks eventually

#daki #daki demon slayer #upper moon 6 #daki shabana #answering asks #demon slayer daki #answering questions #asks #answered #demon slayer daki blog #daki roleplay #roleplay #role playing

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I was waiting for you to draw your sword and confirm my theory. But to my surprise, you chose to take the risk instead of drawing your sword. WOH, Episode 4, Part 6. WKX jumps out of the boat, floats majestically over the water, and lands on the shore. He walks over to where ZZS and ZCL are sitting on wooden logs. WKX tells ZZS as Ah Xu that it's a beautiful night and perfect for drinking and singing songs. ZZS, hearing this, takes out a bottle of alcohol and starts drinking. WKX walks over to ZZS and says that how can they eat such terrible food looking at the washed up fish? He adds that the area around Lake Tai is famous for fish and shrimp, and it just so happens that WKX has a famous chef on board. ZZS ostentatiously drinks the alcohol, ignoring WKX, who continues to say that they can ask the chef to prepare something delicious for them. ZZS pretends not to have heard what WKX said and stubbornly remains silent. WKX turns to ZCL, saying that he has not seen him for a day and that he seems to have grown up. ZCL does not know what to say. Then WKX tells GX that she should learn from these girls how to serve others. It is a kind of discipline and WKX asks if he did not arouse admiration when he appeared today. GX replies that she is stupid and he knows it, and if he thinks that these two girls are good servants, then he should go to them. And the offended girl turns away from WKX. WKX does not say anything, but looks at ZZS, who is drinking wine, and goes in front of him because he wants to sit next to him. Cautious ZZS puts his foot on a log of wood and WKX has to give up his intention. So he goes and sits next to ZCL. GX walks around and kicks stones. WKX puts down the flute and looks at ZZS, who is looking into the bottle. GX sits down on the other side of ZCL. WKX starts saying that the clouds in the sky are like white robes. After a while, they start to resemble a dog. He adds that the same rules have been in effect for centuries and anything can happen in this world. WKX starts explaining that Rong Cheng Qing, a former Magic Handyman, created three masterpieces in his life. Namely, Great Wilderness, Dragon's Back, and White Cloth (Bai Yi). He adds that when Qin Huai Zhang was the last leader of Siji Manor, he traveled the world with his sword Bai Yi, and after his death, the famous sword disappeared. WKX turns to ZZS, saying that he has something to tell him. He explains that he saw that his weapon was very similar to Bai Yi and thought that the Beggar Gang was useless and would bend after one blow. WKX says that he was waiting for ZZS to draw his sword and confirm his theory. But to WKX's surprise, ZZS chose to take the risk rather than draw his sword. So he asks if ZZS didn't want to kill those beggars. When ZZS wisely remains silent, WKX continues, saying that there are two reasons: first, that sword doesn't belong to ZZS. WKX states that it's obvious that ZZS didn't do anything so dishonorable. Finally, WKX says that there is a second option, why ZZS is afraid to reveal where he is. Another scene of ZZS remaining silent. WKX wants to convince ZZS to travel with him at all costs. He offers to travel in luxury conditions, and does so in an extremely intrusive manner. ZZS remains silent because he doesn't know WKX's intentions and becomes more suspicious when WKX starts talking about Bai Yi. ZZS wonders how WKX has such knowledge about Siji Manor. That's why he prefers to remain silent so as not to reveal his identity. ZZH had a challenge before him to play the calm, composed ZZS as an impulsive young man, and I must say that he did it very well.

#zhang zhehan #zhou zishu #word of honor #wenzhou #wen kexing #gong jun

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hashirama-of-the-forest · 1 year

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Rest Weary Traveller

Part 1

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Madara trudged his way through the brush, using his blade to cut away most of the foliage and brute force to get through the rest. His limbs were covered in scratches and cuts, but he ignored the stinging.

His clan was in danger, it hadn't rained in months and their crops and livestock were dying at a terrifying rate. The only solution was to send out more hunters to cut down whatever animals they could catch. Madara had been out of the compound for over two weeks now. He would hunt, bring the food back to the clan, and then leave again.

Staying wasn't an option, and he didn't want to either. The elderly had started refusing food and serving their rations to the younger clansmen. Two elders had died already, and several more were at risk. It may be cowardly, but Madara didn't want to watch his kin perish so cruelly.

Tajima was agitated and aggressive and the whipping scars on Madara's back itched. He preferred the loneliness of the forest.

His last catch was a rabbit and he'd cooked it for himself. Now he was trying to find a body of water to bath and wash his tools. The late hour and cloudy sky had him a little confused and he felt like he was going in circles. He could have sworn he had just seen the lake through the thick brush.

Madara groaned and leaned back against a tree. He was exhausted and he desperately wanted to lay down and rest. His brothers were out hunting as well. Izuna had gone north, Rekka had gone west, Kato and Kenji went south and he had gone east. They were skilled hunters and he knew they could take care of themselves but...he still worried. There were other clans who were certainly dealing with a similar situation and there were bound to be other hunters out there.

Shaking away that thought, Madara pushed onward. He had to trust his brothers would be okay. Once the Moon peaked through the clouds he could regain his bearings.

The crunch of leaves and twigs were his only companion as he moved through the trees. Everything was blending together and he didn't know if he was going in a straight line anymore.

A sudden glimpse of movement to his left stopped him in his tracks. Pulse racing he peered through the foliage to see what it was.

Ten or so metres away, there was a large bull elk drinking from a small stream.

Fuck the water, an animal that size could feed the entire clan for a whole week!

Madara crouched down low and slowly withdrew his sword from its harness across his back. Most of the herd had left the area, undoubtedly scared off by the increased hunting, he hadn't expected to see any. Perhaps his luck was turning around.

He crept in a circle, moving to stay behind the elk so he could better identify where the beast who likely go when he inevitably heard him.

The bull was huge! It's pale fur was pristine and unblemished, it's antlers were long and without marks or breakage. This was a prized bull, one that was strong enough to keep all challengers at bay. This warned Madara of the danger it posed. He needed to move quickly and with precision.

When the water came into view, Madara realized that it wasn't a stream at all! The bull stomped it's hoove once and a puddle of water materialized in that very spot.

Madara gaped, there was no way that was real. He blinked a few times, but the water was still there. Was he hallucinating? In his shock, he wasn't paying attention to where he stepped, and he snapped a large twig. Immediately drawing the attention of the bull.

Madara winced at his stupidity and expected the animal to take off running. Instead, it turned to look at him with dark ruby eyes.

The bull turned fully towards him and cuffed loudly, bowing his head in threat.

Madara slowly put his hands up. "Okay, okay." He breathed, lowering himself closer to the ground. There was no need to start a fight. Especially with an animal this large. Without the tactical advantage of surprise, there was no way he would be able to take the bull down.

The elk eyed him, his gaze eventually falling onto his sword. The damn thing scoffed.

Madara bristled, bizarrely offended. "What? It's made of the finest steel the smith had to offe- why am I explaining myself to you?"

The beast huffed and took two steps closer. Madara's hand tightened on his blade, and he gulped. The closer it got, the more dramatic the height difference. The elk was easily six feet at its shoulders, maybe more.

Madara took a step back only to hit the bark of a tree. He was cornered, what an ironic turn of events.

"I'm sorry, okay!" Madara rushed. "Clearly you have the upper hand here and I'll leave you alone." Speaking to an animal like this felt so strange, but it seemed like the beast was listening. "I'm just trying to feed my clan."

A slight tilt of the beast's head encouraged Madara to continue. Maybe he was delusional from lack of sleep.

"The drought has killed our crops and live stock. My people are dying and I am just trying to keep them alive until it rains."

The bull stared at him for a long moment. Madara could do nothing but stand there and hope he would be spared.

The elk turned and began to walk away. Madara sighed with relief and slumped against the tree. That was an experience he never wanted to repeat.

A loud grunt drew his attention and he found the elk looking at him expectantly. Madara blinked and then slowly stood away from the tree. He should probably try to find his way back towards the compound but instead, he found himself drawn to follow.

Upon taking a step forward, the elk continued on.

Madara didn't know if he was being led to his death or what, but his curiosity was too strong to ignore. He sheathed his blade and followed along.

The trees bent away from the elk to allow its thick bulk and antlers pass through, and all other foliage ducked away from it. Like it was bowing to the might of the beast.

It was clear that the elk was not a normal animal. Or Madara was delusional from lack of sleep.

He didn't have much time to ponder what it could be as they soon arrived at a break in the tree line.

"Holy shit!" Madara exclaimed when he saw what was beyond. A massive body of water stretched far into the horizon. The Uchiha sprinted forward until he was knee-deep in the fresh water. How far had he gone?! The Uchiha almost completely relied on their crops and livestock, so they weren't immediately equipped to fish, but this changed everything!

It was too dark to see into the water, but he could hear splashing. It could be the waves, but it could also be fish!

He looked back at the elk and found it very close and looking down at him.

Madara took a few steps back, the edge of his pants getting wet as he did. "Uh... thank you?" It was weird thanking an animal. He wasn't sure if the elk was trying to lead him here in the first place. It could all be a misunderstanding.

The animal took a step forward, and Madara promptly stepped back. The water rose quickly around him, and the waves seemed to be getting stronger, pushing against his tired legs relentlessly.

"Uh, please don't drown me." Real fear coursed through Madara's body. In his excitement, he had put himself between the endless water and the elk, a very poor tactical position.

The water grew more aggressive, to the point where Madara had trouble staying upright. He caught one more look at the elk before his feet were swept out from under him, and he was ducked underwater.

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Should I continue??

#drabble #madara #uchiha madara #water god #maybe tobirama?#laawl who knows

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miniscrew-anon · 1 year

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HSH House Floor Plans

So I was trying to write something and I was having a hard time visualizing it. So I decided to sketch out what I thought the HSH house looked like to make it easier. Originally it was just a doodle for myself but then I got carried away and ended up with way more detail than I set out to do. So I’m just gonna post it here just for fun!

Starting out on the bottom floor:

(I know these lines aren't straight. I know things look wonkey. Yes, it bothers me too. But i'm lazy and I'm not going to do it neater. I didn't have any graph paper, okay?)

This is what I envision when I write out the house (second one, not the original townhouse).

Starting on the sidewalk I have you walk up a few steps to get to the front door. The foyer is where the staircase goes all the way up so you can see the top floor, so it’s open ceiling there. Aside from that tiny alcove where the front door is. A little closet under the stairs for your shoes and coats is about the only real ‘feature’ aside from high ceilings (and poor murdered thermostat).

Moving up, we go into the living room and come across the bay window. Or as I like to call it - Sky’s sleepy spot! It gets a lot of light and it makes him feel like a happy remlit to sleep there. There’s a big bookcase and a small sofa for the anti-social too.

There's a bathroom (because it’d be weird for there to be no bathroom on the first floor) but I was too lazy to map it out so use your imagination there.

Then we hit the main area of the living room - the TV spot! The TV is mounted above the fireplace and there’s a shit ton of space to chill thanks to a very nice sectional sofa. Coffee table to hold your drinks and snacks. There’s a shelf unit behind the couch for all their games and movies and a door that leads outside.

Into the Kitchen/Dining Area!

The Kitchen is huge and has a shit ton of counterspace and cabinets. There's what's almost an industrial sized fridge/freezer and two stovetops and ovens. And of course what kitchen would be complete without an island and a breakfast counter.

The dining area probably has, like, fine china in cabinets or something but I was too lazy to draw it in so just imagine that it's very classy. All I could muster was drawing that huge table. No chairs tho lol

There’s a door into the garage. Take a few steps down to make it more even with the street and there’s space for the cars and the bikes to the right. To the left there’s a huge pile of miscellaneous shit Time brought from the old townhouse and things that Legend can’t store in his room. The lower left of the garage is sectioned off by an invisible line that Four draws by glaring at you when you cross it. Enter at your own risk. But he does permit people to come in to wash their clothes in the laundry machines/dryers behind his space.

Out back there's the porch and shed. I didn’t draw the furniture, grill or tree (or treehouse) but rest assured it’s there. The yard is fenced in but any assassin worth their salt can jump it, so Time has garden lights out on the perimeter to keep it from being too dark to see at night.

The Second Floor:

The second floor is basically all bedrooms. So. many. Bedrooms. I almost didn’t fit them all because holy sheet there are a lot of boys in the house and they all have to live on the second floor. Even Wind because I’m pretty sure he’s on the second floor with the others in the new place.

Going clockwise from bottom right;

The small bathroom. Not as big, not as nice, but still coveted. Time made sure to have more than one bathroom in the new place because the boys threatened mutiny if they all had to keep sharing one. And to be fair, it was a rather big oversight the first time. If Time had gotten the ten kids he’d wanted he would have had a lot of unhappy campers.

Wind’s bedroom is a mess. He chose this bedroom because it shared a room with only one of the others and it was close to a bathroom. He opted for a single bed to have more room for his computer set up, since he’d downgraded from the townhouse in terms of bedroom size (and he wasn’t going to need a double anytime soon). He’s got a big honking chair because he spends so much time in it and mounds of junk on the floor because he doesn't have a dresser. The X is the forbidden zone where his clothes go to die and feed the colony of bacteria and teenage boy germs.

Wild’s bedroom isn’t really optimized. A random dresser on the wall leaves a lot of dead space around. He has a lot of stuff and not enough places to store it so a lot of it ends up between his bed and the wall. It smells nicer than Wind’s pile though. Instead of a desk he has a vanity, but due to disorganization it houses his mixing board now.

Twilight ended up with a corner room because he likes having a lot of light. His bed faces the windows because it helps him wake up in the morning to have the sun beam its light directly into his retinas. He’s got a desk and a closet that he keeps pretty clean. He didn’t know what to do with the space behind or in front of his bed so he got a thin shelf and shoved it in. He’s not super satisfied because it feels like he’s wasting space but he’s got other things to think about these days.

Sky’s room is neat and cozy. Thanks to the weird corner he had a hard to optimizing his space but he figured it out. His bed faces the door because unlike some people he actually doesn’t appreciate the sun trying to burn his eyes in the morning. His desk is on wheels so he tossed his chair away and just drags it to the edge of his bed when he actually needs to use it. It saves space and Sky gets extra time in his bed. Yes, he is a master of his craft.

Warriors opted for a very small desk so he could better fit in another wardrobe for his clothes. The room is smaller than he’d like but it’s close to the nice bathroom and that’s what’s important to him. (not pictured it the full sized mirror that hangs on the wall in front of his closet). Being a social creature, Wars doesn’t spend much time in his room so he doesn’t need it to be big. And after living in the barracks he’s more than used to living in small spaces. The biggest challenge for him was finding enough room for his clothes. Thankfully he cycles through Time’s wardrobe so it’s a non-issue.

The bigger bathroom is bigger and better and almost always has a line in front of it in the mornings. (That's what the couch out in the hallway is for. Waiting.)

The rooms on this side of the house are actually smaller than the ones on the other side and don’t have closets, which was a big thing to consider when the boys were picking rooms. Despite the smaller space, eventually Legend and Hyrule chose these two because they are adjoining, which makes it easier for them. Legend's room is mostly storage aside from his signature rug where he performs his work rituals and his altar, which he keeps pristine among the clutter.

They both sleep in Hyrule's room. Legend respects Hyrule's space and keeps his clutter to his own room, only using the bed. The chest at the foot of the bed holds most of Hyrule's things but it has to be either dragged out to be opened because it’s so close to the wall, or you have to smush yourself against the wall. Usually Hyrule smushes because he’s too tired to go digging around. But he doesn’t have to go into it often because his day-to-day things are kept in the thin dresser along his wall. It’s very small but Hyrule lives frugally and doesn’t own a lot aside from his work clothes, which he hangs behind his door to keep them from wrinkling.

Four won the corner room from Sky in a rock-paper-scissors dispute because of the window. It's an impossibly cozy nook that Four loves to read at when the weather is gray and a bit dreary. It really sets the mood. But truthfully he hadn’t really wanted the room because of the window. He likes it because it puts him as far from everyone else as possible. Not that he doesn’t love the guys but Four is private and he doesn’t want to deal with people walking past his door and peering in randomly. All the spaces above, below and around are as quiet as he can get so the corner room was worth fighting for. The privacy is extra nice when he has a guest staying over. The lack of space isn’t bad either since he doesn’t have much to begin with and anything he actually needs he can just store in the garage.

The Danger Ledge is a small space between the banister and the large window at the front of the house that lets in a lot of natural light. It's called the Danger Ledge because you have to climb around to get to it. Many a boy was bruised in their constant endeavor to climb the Danger Ledge, thus it earned it's name.

The Third Floor:

Upon hitting the top of the stairs you can find a little seating area. It’s just a quiet place to sit that doesn’t belong to anyone else and also is away from everyone else. For the occasional need to decompress without another presence.

Then there’s the master bedroom. And god, is it big. The bed is basically the size of one of the bedrooms downstairs. There is a dresser with a big TV there for when Malon visits or for when Time needs to watch his soaps without judgment (joking. Maybe).

And of course he has a huge walk-in closet and private bathroom. It’s got the biggest, nicest tub and no one else is allowed to use it. Everyone else is very bitter about it.

His office is opposite that. Big desk and a huge bookcase to hold his old cases, a fireplace and brooding window for ambiance. And another seating area, this time just for in case any of the boys pay him a visit. There’s also an armchair next to the couch so he can sit there and discuss things on the couch that I forgot to draw in. Oops lol

Then the last room is the newest. Originally it was another storage room but since Winds been helping so much and his newest rig needs a lot of space, Time gave it up so he could have his own space. With the stipulation that he keeps it neater than his bedroom

#hsh au #townhouse au #this is just my interpretation #probably not truly accurate but it was fun to draw out #the bedrooms were my favorite part of this #they were a real challenge because despite the size of the house having NINE bedrooms on one floor was killer #I tried incorporating hallways but i couldnt do it #i work in squares and rectangles exclusively #also those maybe unidentifiable things in some of the bedrooms are chairs #sorry i cant draw

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First version of the beginning of The White Snake related to @twinklecupcake’s OC Xiaoqing. Ended up being rewritten because it was a touch too long.

Three hundred years before the present

Bai Suzhen was ready to close up the shop.

Sunset was drawing close, and soon it would be dinnertime. Xu Xian was buying herbs at the next city, so Xiaoqing had felt free to gather mice and such for dinner. Bai Suzhen didn’t need to eat anymore, but Xiaoqing and her enjoyed having dinner together. She couldn’t be late.

Footsteps rolled through the shop.

This one last customer and then she would be free to go-

Bai Suzhen turned and had to avoid an instinctual hiss.

There was a monkey in her shop. A monkey who looked more dead than alive, bloody footprints following him in. Bai Suzhen couldn’t see where the blood was coming from, the fur was too dark, but pity was fighting her fear. “Can I help you?” she managed out. The monkey leaned against the counter, allowing her to see four bloody areas, right over his ears. Recognition kicked in. “Six-Eared Macaque?”

The monkey peered between long curls of dark fur. One eye was gold and glazed over in pain, while the other was a milky white. “Medicine,” he said, his voice cracky as though he hadn’t spoken in years.

Which, considering he had been proclaimed dead for the past two hundred years, was true.

“We do have medicine.” Bai Suzhen was already considering what he might need. “What kind do you need?”

He straightened up with a hiss of pain. “Demon stuff,” he panted out. “Stuff that could help with resurrection aftermath.” As far as she knew, there wasn’t anything that specific. Bai Suzhen said this and he nodded. “Pain relief,” he said.

He looked like he needed more than that.

“Let me get that for you.” Bai Suzhen said instead, turning and rustling through her shelves. It was easy to find the herbs she had in mind, grounding them up into tea. When she was done, she set the small jar on the counter. “Brew and drink a cup each night for three weeks.” Bai Suzhen said. “Do you have any-”

A pouch hit the counter. She opened it, finding, instead of paper, coins clinking instead. Bai Suzhen didn’t dare to point out that this currency was outdated, nor wonder how he got this. Instead, she nodded. “Thank you for your service.”

The jar was snatched up. “Thanks.” Macaque rasped. He cocked his head then, one good eye looking. “Your student’s looking for you.” he said finally.

Before Bai Suzhen could question his hearing (those wounds looked like they might’ve messed with his hearing), he sank into a shadow.

There was a knock on the doorway. “Sister, are you alright?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine, Xiaoqing.”

She didn’t dare to say otherwise.

#LMK #Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid #my writing #Macaque

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runfast-runfar · 2 years

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Daily Things ☕️ 🥬 🍋 📓 🐱

3/12/23

✨ there have been so really really good positive things in life lately, as well as some really really dark and difficult things happening lately too.

✨ we will start with the good! I officially got hired at my job as a full time, permanent employee!!! I was a temp to hire since November, and last week I was officially offered the position! The company I work for is a start up that has been around for 6 years now, and will be going public by 2025 at the latest. The goal is mid 2024 but by 2025! Which is very exciting! I’m one of ~150 employees, the benefits offered are great, a 401k, I get unlimited PTO, and stocks in the company! And my starting salary is pretty generous for my first job out of college. Bay Area is insanely expensive so it’s not the most amazing pay considering that, but it is higher than a loooot of jobs base pay here regardless. (Peep my daily mornings at work that consist of almond milk/matcha/banana/spinach smoothies, and lots of coffee!)

✨ finished my first piece from my art class! My little lemons using watercolor are officially done!! I love it tbh!

✨ it’s been rainy and gloomy for a little while now, so this morning I took myself to a little local coffee shop, and I challenged myself to get a higher cal drink. So I got an oat milk mocha and it was so so tasty (and cute!) While there I did some reading and people watched (sounds a little weird but honestly I love seeing others interacting with each other and you see so many sweet moments). And then after that I went to paper source and got myself a new journal (just finished my last one!) and I got two new Jellycat friends! I got my little journal the giraffe pal, and my drawing donkey pal! I have stuffed animals that I have in my lap/hold while doing various things. It’s a newer thing but honestly it’s been a huge stimulation helper to have them as fidget/comfort items. So the donkey I have when I draw, and the giraffe I have on me while journaling. (I have a finley bear jellycat I have while playing animal crossings, a Yamper plush for playing/watching Pokémon, a weighted Pluto when watching any Disney movies, Corti my cat jellycat when I take medication each day, and then my oldest stuffed animal Spotty I sleep with. Having them for specific tasks honestly has been really really comforting and nice!)

✨ food has been really really hard. Body image has been really really hard. On the days I manage to eat a bit more than normal I can’t keep the exercise down. And on the days I cap the exercise, I can’t eat more than my safe amount. And it’s made life incredibly difficult. A coworker of mine has noticed the food stuff and while it’s a bit helpful to confide to someone about some of it, it also makes it a bit harder to be getting somewhat monitored about it now. But, I have made the decision with the support of that friend, and my therapist, to enter a treatment program. I still have to ensure my insurance will check out, but if it does, there is an outpatient program I can partake in in the evenings 5 days a week that will work with my work schedule. So we will see how that all turns out.

✨ anyway, I came home after my little morning outing, did two 45 minute peloton classes, then did laundry and watched Mean Girls! And now I��m in bed drinking peppermint tea and watching a documentary on Netflix.

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stollenwurm-writes · 1 year

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Preview: Ship of Theseus - Riku & Roxas

“I gotta admit,” Riku says, “It’s not really what I was expecting.” Roxas snorts. He looks around pointedly at the tall conifers growing where the foliage opens to the maw of expanding water. “Don’t tell me you actually thought there would be, like, palm trees and coconuts.” “I don’t think I’m the only person who makes that association with the beach,” Riku replies, obviously disgruntled. He looks down, brows creased like he’s trying to solve a particularly boggling math equation, and digs a toe into the smooth pebbles at his feet. They whisper like rain against each other as they shift, displacing easily. “The public areas of the beach have sand, but I’m pretty sure it’s not natural,” Roxas says and begins walking closer to where the water meets the shoreline, little rocks shifting under his feet. The loose terrain makes it difficult to move quickly along the shore, and there’s definitely no building sandcastles. But there’s also no sand sticking to every little thing it touches, which is nice. The audible shifting of stones behind him lets him know that Riku is following just a few feet back. “It doesn’t even smell like a beach.” That draws a genuine laugh out of Roxas and he looks over his shoulder back at where Riku is making his way through the unsteady pebbles. He looks almost as off-balance as he did on the skateboard. “That’s because it’s not the ocean.” Riku’s head shoots up from his deliberate footsteps to look out at the water. His eyebrows raise and then lower skeptically. “It’s true!” Roxas laughs again. When he gets right up to where the waves can’t reach, he sits down and leans back on his hands, settling comfortably into the dry, cool stones. He looks out at the water. The mouth of the beach is surrounded by tall, stony cliffs that are cloaked in pines. But then the bay opens up to the horizon, seemingly forever, no opposing shore in sight as the waves roll in, capping white and breaking along the rocks. “I feel like,” Riku says as he sits down next to Roxas, a polite but noticeable distance between them, “you’re hazing me again.” “I’m not!” Roxas insists and grins, pretending he wasn’t just as surprised the first time he’d come out here with his friends. He stares fondly at the water; it’s crystal clear near the shore and gradually darkens into something silvery and cool with distance. A far cry from the bright blue seas of Destiny Islands. “If you don’t believe me, you can taste the water yourself. It’s freshwater. It’s just a big lake.” “I…” Riku trails off, frowning at the expanse as though it’s committing an act of treason for daring not to have a visible end. As though for all the bizarre worlds he’s seen, a freshwater sea is the limit to absurdity. Then grunts. “I’m not drinking lake water.”

A short little context-free, spoiler-free snippet of an upcoming one-shot.

#kingdom hearts #kh fanfiction #rikuroku #writing progress

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the-most-lamentable · 2 years

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oh baby it's askin' time. 58, 66, 73, 90, and 21 for funs :)

Good evening, got booted out of my account for a moment but I am back and presently avoiding working on my writing projects ( will be working after this because my project list is ever expanding and I Still need do get done the ch3 illustration aaaaaa)

What's the last thing a fic made you Google when you were writing it?

Uhh the last thing was the bus system in the Tampa Bay area to Plant city for the immortal blade story. He starts off as a college student before having the worst night of his life brought to you by maybe a few too many Jaegerbombs.

In other research I tried an energy drink to see how it would feel as I have a scene in that Eugenia is an incredibly passive aggressive ghost wherein Keith absolutely crashes right before a show so Mickey gives him a monster thinking what's the worst that could happen? It goes poorly.

When have you felt the most confident in your writing?

Occasionally when I'm working on a project I'll have one of those moments where I realise Hey I just set up and paid off some very nice bits of theme and motif Ohoho it's all coming together, I've connected the dots. It's usually then.

Otherwise, my best writing? This line I wrote at 4 am.

"“Well- jokes on you! Both of my parents are dead!” Kevin sputtered.

Jeremy paused for a moment. Someone nearby shouted, “Her ghost is disappointed!” The crowd murmured in agreement."

How do you visualize scenes? Do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

So when I first start drafting a story I will be sitting there staring at a wall and there's a tiny film projector in my head playing out key beats, very visual but also vibe driven. The Great Imposter was very one to one in the scene beats and imagery I came up with initially like the imagery of the study sequence where he's stuck watching the action unable to act, or the whirring ambulance lights in sprinkling rain for Shock Blanket.

When I actually start writing it's a bit of both, my brain is multitasking to high hell. Those central images serve as a guide which is supported by insane amounts of character research and story structure. Most of the chapter illustrations are those initial clear images translated to drawing. I figure if the iconography is so effective to me, it should hopefully work on my audience too as a supplement to the vibes.

Do you notice your own voice in your writing?

Exceedingly so, yes. While I do make an effort to write within character logic and voice, it is still my writing. I have been told my usual voice is resemblant of a late 1800s British satirist, which seems fair (irony is the death of sincerity, my deepest struggle writing) however other inspirations include: Terry Pratchett, Lemony Snickett, Clue 1985, Tj Klune, David Sedaris, etc. All this to say always very dry humor, fast rhythm, and exceedingly long metaphors that are just a bit too specific.

Pick a writer to co-write a book and tell us what you'd write about.

Uhhhh I don't know but if you ever want to write a story together here's my pitches that I am coming up with on the spot (absolutely no pressure, i just dont know how else to answer this):

An AU of Homeward, Boumd where the Beans are all human, but still just as fucked up. Like Chris mentions offhand that his brother once threw him into a hole in their basement and left him for dead and everyone is just !!!??????

Celia Bean had an affair (outside of her one with Robert of course) which after an ancestry test brings James's number of suprise siblings up to 3. I just feel like him and Chris have similar vibes. Plus the chaos of introducing these two groups, particularly Cornley being perhaps a little too snooping over this (Jonathan and Dennis trying to casually hide behind a newspaper in a café only to be immediately clocked by Chris)

I've got an urban fantasy noir sorta story where magic is real and the whole thing kicks off with a spell backfiring and James's dad disappearing. Features things such as Keith and Mickey Co running a psychic shop (Keith runs the shop, Mickey is his glorified landlord, roommate, and self nominated HR department), Kevin getting up to shenanigans as a ghost, human glowsticks being abused for said glowing, werebear the ultimate bear, group sleepover (See: James and Mickey fall asleep and nobody has the heart to wake them). I believe I've mentioned this one before.

Anyways thanks for the ask, forgive me if it's A bit incomprehensible I am extremely sleep deprived from an absolute eager with my friend last night wherein we reorganized her bedroom and then discussed theology till 4 am. Best wishes, Jon, I don't know why I'm signing off like an email but it's there now

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Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Thirteen

I lean against the bar and put our order in for 14 shots plus a mixed drink for myself. It takes the bar tender a few minutes - which I figured. I hum to myself while I wait when I feel someone come up behind me. Whoever they are then preceded to grab my sheb (ass). I glance over my shoulder noting they are not a clone nor someone I know "Move along before you do something you regret" I spit. "Now that's not very nice" a deep male voice says from behind me. I try to move out of the way but he get closer pressing me to the bar top. I reach with my right hand into my jacket and grip the handle of my knife "You've got one more chance to move long, chakaar (Mandalorian insult, literally petty criminal)". Out of the corner of my eye I see Jesse elbow Rex whose eyes are on me and I shake my head 'no' but he's already getting up. I elbow the man in the stomach while swapping hands with my knife, causing him to back off me long enough to slam his face into the bar top. I slam the tip of my knife a fraction of an inch from his eye. "That's how how we speak to women now is it?" I say in his ear. He stares a my knife sticking out of the bar. The area around us goes silent and I hear a familiar voice over my left shoulder "get lost". The man does as he is told and slinks away from us, out the door. I grab my knife out of the bar top and apologize to the bar tender. I feel a hand on my shoulder causing me to look over, "I'd ask if you're alright but..." it's Rex...should've known. I place the knife back in it's sheath and smile up at him "I'm fine". The bar tender hands me my drink and all the shots. I pull more credits out of my pocket "Here, sorry again about the bar" I say over paying. "Please Honey, it's one me. You did us a favor, that guys was a creep" she smiles at me. I nod and we head back to the table.

The whole table is silent glancing back and forth between me and Rex. Hardcase breaks the silence “That was wizard!”. “Which part? The part where she slammed the dudes head into the bar top? Or the knife?” Laughed Jesse. I put the shots on the table, take a gulp of my drink before sliding in next to Jesse. Rex sits down next to me. “Sorry my vode (brothers) are being insensitive… are you alright?” Echo asks. Sweet, sweet, Echo. “I’m fine really, that guy? His pride probably hurts” I chuckle causing the table to bust out in laugher. “I’m sure more than his pride hurts….” Laughs Kix. “You should have seen his face!” Says Tup. “You should have seen it up close” I say taking another sip of my drink.

“Udesii, udesii! (Calm down) We’ve got to do our shots for Fives” Dogma laughs. I pass the shots out, ending with Rex. I push two in front of him. He quirks an eye brow at me, “We made Fives a deal if he got a girl we’d each have to take two shots” I smirk up at him. He sighs and reluctantly takes one in his hand. “To Fives virginity, may it rest in peace and may he be reborn a new man” Jesse says holding up his shot, everyone follows suit trying to hold back the laughter. I glance at Rex whose already looking at me, before we both down the first shot. Tup is the next one to make a toast “may the boys of the 501st learn how to make better toast speeches”, Second shot done. For a while the group chats and some of them play drinking games. Echo looks like he’s about to fall asleep, Kix left already because I guess he’s got an early shift in the med bay. We are all buzzed and some of us are leaning more on the drunk side.

I laugh at Jesse, Hardcase, Tup, and Dogma who are trying to do what they are calling ‘trickshots’, and it suddenly hits me I’ve been leaning into Rex slightly. I don’t move or draw attention to it but that’s when I notice he is leading into me some as well. I look over and notice him quietly nursing his ale with a look on his face that says he’s deep in thought. “Hey, what’s going on in there?” I ask catching him by surprise. “What? Oh…nothing” he says quickly. I place my hand over his arm resting on the table - maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s some else - “You can talk to me if something is bothering you”, “I’m fine, really, I was just deep in thought” he replies. I let go of his arm. “I forgot to tell you, I really enjoyed chatting with your vode (brothers) earlier. Fox introduced me… they seem great. Wolffe is a quiet one” I smile up at him. “Oh yeah, yeah, they are. Wolffe is a little rough around the edges but he’s been through a lot” Rex says playing with his cup. “With a scar like he’s got I’m sure it was tough” I say remembering his eye being the first thing I noticed about him. “They look up to you” He looks over at me and we lock eyes. “I can tell by the way they talked about you. Even though you are their vod’ika (little brother), they look up to you)”, he rubs the back of his neck. “Just take the compliment” I say playfully giving him a gentle shove. He just looks at me with those honey brown eyes, likes he’s looking into my core at my soul and half smiles “Vor entye (thank you)” he says. “Ba’gedet’ye (you’re welcome)” I reply.

Echo snoring catches both of our attention. “Maybe we should get him to his quarters” I say hoping Rex will take the invite. “Good idea” he says before getting up and I slide out behind him. “Going so soon?” Jesse asks. “Jesse it’s like 2a, we are going to get Echo back. You guys can stay” I laugh. The four look at Echo - they really didn’t realize he was snoring - with confused expressions. Rex gently nudges Echo who stirs “yeah I’m up” “lets get you to bed vod (brother)” I say offering a hand. He takes it and stands, unsteady on is feet. I throw his arm over my shoulder to help him walk “Y-you-you’re a really great f-friend you know that?” He asks slurring. Rex and I both laugh “You’re drunk Echo” I say. “You know what they say…drunk thoughts are sober words”, “Drunk words are sober thoughts?” Rex sakes his head, “yeah…..that”.

Rex and I get Echo back to the barracks and literally pour him into bed. “I think I’m going to throw up…” he trails off. I race to the fresher he shares with Fives in search of anything to help. I grab the waste basket and shove it under his head that’s hanging off the bed. “Try to get some sleep vod (brother)”, “Ba’ged—“ he’s cut off when he stars dry heaving. I slowly head toward the door where Rex is waiting. I make sure the door closed behind me. Rex and I make our way to the wing where our rooms are. Rex suddenly stops, I turn back to face him, “thank you…..for caring about my men….not many people-“ he starts. “Rex you are all worth caring about, don’t let anyone, not even the GAR tell you otherwise” I reply. He rubs the back of his neck “Goodnight Rex” I say before opening my door, “Goodnight Raven” nods Rex. I head into my room and look back, noticing he was still standing there and the door closes.

Masterlist

#clone captain rex #star wars clone wars #star wars the clone wars #the clones #may the 4th be with you #may the force be with you #rex star wars #rex x reader #captain rex x you #rex x you

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