#Cannon Wild Boar

[tokumon]

Cannon Wild Boar from Henshin Ninja Arashi ep. 18

[bleachbleachbleach]

Botany AU

I love the bioluminescent hotarukazura plants in Bleach specifically because they are never mentioned again, but it makes sense that Kuukaku and her often-itinerant mostly-underground, off-grid house would want alternative sustainable lighting. It's a woody creeping vine, so is it like a kudzu, and grows like the dickens? Is it indigenous to Junrinan--and all regions of Junrinan--or are Kuukaku and her itinerant house spreading aggressive bioluminescent invasives? Is it normally bioluminescent, or is the hotarukazura a specific cultivar? (While we’re at it, what about the boars?)

If grows wild (either indigenously or as an invasive) the forests out there must be LIT. 🥁

Ishida is asking all the right questions, and he's so cute about it ToT:

[Bleach 079]

I'm fascinated by the Soul Society energy grid in general. They seem to make use of many options all at once. We've seen things lit by plant; we've seen electrical wires and transformers; we know that they can plug in laptops that look imported but who knows, are maybe proprietary SRDI laptops that have had their aesthetic toned down. We've seen things lit by torch, and by kidou (though idk if that's reproducible at scale). There's some sewers and some wells and maybe they have hydropower. They have lots of wood. Do they have oil? Natural gas? Nuclear? The KIDOU CANNON?

But back to Ishida. Honestly, I am open to whatever careers the gang chooses to pursue in the epilogue. Ishida, doctor, sure why not. But WHAT IF he decided to be a professional Plant Guy instead??? When he applies to Botany PhD programs, he could write about all of his adventures in cryptobotany in his Statement of Purpose. Like, he is consistently our Plant Guy (even when the plants are rocks):

[Bleach 244]

[xamaxenta]

SNORTING AND PANTING LIKE A WILD BOAR THIBKING ABOUT ROBOT SEXO!!!!!!!!!! the inherent homoerotic tension of gently sinkingbyour fingers into the pumping humming insides of your cyborg homie. the toe curling horniness of sabo straddling marcos waist bc hes so huge its really the best way for sabo to get in his chest cavity, honest, no other reason , and in order to clean the old filters of marcos not-lungs sabo has to bow over and get his arms inside marcos body down to the elbow like hes nearly crawling into the space beneath his core .. marco doesnt have the same accurate touch sensors as ace so while he can tell when hes being touched, he cant FEEL it, and there was not a place on his body designed to be touched for pleasure BUT his synthetic organs are filled with nerves and sensors to inform him of any damage and so sabo opens him up and plays him like an instrument while ace holds marco down and it would look macabe or violent if you didnt know how much Trust there was in it. marco Trusting ace not to let him hurt sabo. ace Trusting sabo not to damage marco. sabo Trusting marco and ace, literal war machines, with no fear as he tests the most volatile dangerous parts of marcos circuitry and tempts death for the sole purpose of bringing marco pleasure and service. marco recovering from the psychological weight of knowing hes cannon fodder to be scrapped or replaced. ace recovering from the thought he is only capable of violence. sabo recovering from the craziest robot sex known to man. your MIND dr xenta

anon wtf i have to give u my phd in robotfuckery bc this is beyond anything i couldve said

I wanted to say Sabo climbs inside them and fucks their circuitry but i wasnt sure if that would be received well or if anyone felt the same way but i cant take credit for any of those thoughts bc you came here with them first AND IM SO HAPPY THE BRAINCELL CESSPOOL I HAVE IS SHARED WITH FELLOW ROBOFUCKERS…

Pls the last part about marco recovering from knowing he was cannon fodder or destined for scrapping and Ace recovering from thinking he can only be violent <- this is so tender im going INSANE

[loveemii]

Hello! I’m making that request related to inosuke.

so we know inosuke was raised by boars, so I always head cannoned him to have NO idea on how to court a girl. so instead of asking for some help on it, he decides he’ll do every bizarre, crazy, WTF mating rituals he,s seen animals do in the wild. Like crazy mating calls into the night of him oinking and snorting outside readers window. ( rip readers sleep schedule💀✋)

or he’ll do a crazy dance where he’s adored with colorful things that are totally not shinobus haori and uzuis jewelry. (lmao)

he’ll even bring offerings and gifts to reader like shiny rocks or even maybe a dead bear💀

but in the end reader sees what he’s trying to communicate and she accepts his feelings.

( bonus if at one of the scenes zenitsu and tanjiro are watching them on the side lines like 💀💀”WTF!?”)

TY and I’ll have that reference ready soon! Be safe!🥰

hii! ty for the request! (*^‿^*) i can totally see this happening and thus here is the piece! <3

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- Inosuke first noticed his feelings for you when you saved him from that huge demon on a mission you two were put on together with

- From that day forward he always tried to court you, at first he would go into the forest and bring you dead animals

- Such as squirts, rabbits etc. You tried to except them but you couldn’t touch them so you just said to leave them where he found them.

- This made him wonder if you even liked him back, he would start to be around you more and more to get you to share his feelings back with him

“HEY LETS ROUGHHOUSE!”

“Oh I don’t think that a good ide-“

- He hugged you from behind as you were suddenly tackled on the ground. Zenitsu and Tanjiro walked over to see what the loud thud was.

- Only to find Inosuke laying on top of you and you trying to set free (ToT)

“WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING TO OUR Y/N?!”

- Tanjiro’s face was just in utter shock and confusion. But overtime you began to like Inosuke.

- Inosuke and you started to roughhouse from time to time, but you also taught him to be a little gentle. And cuddling, it was a must every night ever since you first cuddled with him.

- But man, this guy. Every time he would want you to see what he can do or what he did that was so great and amazing, he would squeal like the boars in the wild.

- At first it was easy to handle, until he started to mate call you. (ToT)

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hey, thank you for reading! i hoped you liked it lol (•̀ᴗ•́)و

Art By: @simpitsu <3 ty for drawing this masterpiece :)

[hazbinextgeneration]

Demon Bride Ch17 Heart's Progression

(DISCLAIMERS AND IMPORTANT INFO!!!: EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'll be keeping it as SFW. Some backstories have been slightly altered for this particular story, and some characters cannonically dead or harmed is alive and well. I own nothing.

Credit to @flanelltees​ for the designs I based the demons off to look more demon-like with tails and pointed ears.

This story will be sfw, but there will be some blood, implied death, fighting, some gore mentioned, and a few other things that will be made aware by warnings. Pay attention to warnings at the top of any chapters just under the summery please.)

Once in the mountain villages it was a custom that once a year on the night of the new year's first moon, an unlucky young lady would be selected and left for the demons to become one of the unlucky few who married such a husband. In exchange for this offering the demons would protect the villages and leave the humans in peace. Until one day a powerful warrior drove the demons away freeing the humans of them. Now 2,000 years later, it's become a tradition that once a year, a new young lady would be picked and wait for her future husband to retrieve her from a shrine in the mountains. And now the lucky tradition would fall upon Y/n L/n. It would be her own turn to take on the tradition and not have to worry about demons. After all that part of the old tradition was just fake, made up by paranoid ancestors. Everyone knew demons didn't exist.

...Right

(WARNINGS!!!: )  

First Part Here:

Demon Bride Ch 1 Thus It Begins

(WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS!!! EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'l

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"....Fuck-"

You blinked slightly caught off guard by the sudden cuss coming from the usually grumpy demon but didn't fight against him when he suddenly growled and pulled himself away from your touch. Narrowing his eyes as he did so, opened his mouth to speak- But paused and looked back up the hallway just as Kyogai's form quickly disappeared after Akaza. No doubt if he said anything that'll set Akaza off, the Upper Moon would come back and might not be so lenient a second time. So, for now, until he left Kaigaku decided it would be best to just remain calm which was hard to do when your otherwise unbeatable heart was pumping faster than a bumblebee's wing beats. He never felt something like...this. Something that thumped against his chest from the inside out. He HAS felt heartbeats before but mostly from prey. He's hunted deer and wild boar and felt their rapid heartbeats before he made them his dinner. His excellent hearing has heard the feared heartbeats of many humans when he scared them from the border. But having.. something. Like THAT. Inside your own chest. Feeling it from YOUR own flesh and blood. Actually hearing it pumping in excitement. From a simple touch. From Y/N no less!! It still thumped and it made him growl, black nails threatening to rip the black fabric as they dug over his heart. 

"Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck- Dammit! Shit!" He felt like he couldn't breath. The overwhelming scent of peach blossoms overwhelming his senses. He felt light headed. Vision literally blurring. "..Burns.."

"Kaigaku? Kaigaku, are you alright?" That voice sounded both as smooth as the most beautiful honey to him right now and too shrill for him to properly process.  

It was getting more difficult to breath. He stumbled two steps before having to lean against the wall in time for a soft but calloused hand to grab him by the shoulder and turn his body back. He was meant to snap at her, to intimidate her back into place as she should be before someone like him. But it never came- Lavender met blue. The pain of new feelings I'm his chest almost ceased. Throat felt as dry as sand and lungs felt as burnt as smoke.

"Kaigaku? You're starting to scare me. Why aren't you answering me?"

He had to leave-

"That-...You-....DONT THINK YOU DOING THIS CHANGES ANYTHING!!"She blinked. Good. Get her back so you can have space to leave. However..there was a strange throbbing in his shoulder when she removed her hand almost...as if...he wanted it there- "WE MAY BE EQUAL IN TERMS OF 'SAVING' BUT YOU STILL OWE ME!! I DIDN'T ASK FOR YOUR HELP ANYWAYS!!" 

With that he turned and stomped off towards the hallway leaving you there. Staring after him for a moment before frowning again. Well that was a fine way to treat someone after you risked your neck just to save his sorry arse from being turned into a puddle. Is a simple thank you too much to ask?  

"HEY!" You snapped back up when he called you from the other end of the hall and you scowled at him. What did he want now?  You waited for him to insult you from the stiff way he was standing there fists tightly balled but he just stared face red (he must really be mad for his face to have that color) and steamed before pointing at you. "JUST-...STOP FUCKING PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DUMB SITUATIONS LIKE A DAM IDIOT!! YOU'LL END UP WORSE THAN YOU WERE TO BEGIN WITH!! NEXT TIME I WONT BOTHER SAVING YOUR SORRY ASS!!"

...Was that supposed to be an insult or a concern??? 

You never got the chance to ask before he continued  to stomp off rather quickly away leaving you both dumbfounded and annoyed. Well screw him too! Last time you'd stand up for him. With a huff you just turned to walk back off towards the direction of the garden,Eri was probably wondering where you went leaving like that. Well it turned out she was still in the garden checking over the spider family, but you were surprised to see three other small pale white children joining the girls. The three new children were younger than the girls, boys, and all had a different pattern of red dots on their bodies. They all happily chewed and swallowed sugary candy alongside what looked like dumplings. You guessed they also belonged to the pale woman because they all looked the same.  Akaza and Kyogai were there too. Talking hushly with one another and not noticing your presence waiting by the doorway. Deciding it would be better to not interrupt them, you just stood there waiting for all to finish. The entire wait took maybe ten minutes before they were finally done, but it felt like forever,  before someone finally noticed you. Akaza was the first one when he just happened to look over and catch your eye....And that's when your earlier confusion from Kaigaku came back full swing. Because as soon as the two of you made eye contact, he ignored whatever Kyogai was pointing out to him towards the spider family and in long strides started towards you. Uh oh...Was he going to change his mind about flattening Kaigaku? Or were you in trouble now? But what happened next shocked you more than anything? As soon as Akaza was in front of you he bowed.

"Miss Y/n. I was just informed of your entire predicament. I want to personally apologize for everything you had to experience during your stay here. I will be sure to...'talk' with Enmu about his stunts next time I see him."

You noticed his hands balled into fists at that and winced. "Uh...Just tell him. Don't use your..force. please?"

The fists slowly relaxed as did Akaza with a smile. "If that's what you'd like then I'll respect your wishes. But I must commend your bravery in defended the widow from his perverted antics. I would have smashed his hand myself."

.....OH! THAT'S WHERE YOU REMEMBER FIRST SEEING THE LADY AND HER CHILDREN!! You erased it from most of your memory by now. But you nodded and smiled. "Yes but any decent person would've done it in my place. I really don't need any praise or thanks. I'm just glad they're alright."

Akaza smiled even wider, happier..As if he just found the most precious diamond in the world. Which confused you. "You are humble and very kind. The children have told me of your kindness." 

"Why wouldn't I show kindness? Everyone deserves it, especially those who come from difficult situations. You also are a very good person. I could tell from the moment you considered my words." Reaching up a hand, you gently pushed him up blinking. "So please don't bow yo me either." You smiled. "Let us just show each other mutual respect and promise to be good to one another."

"Be....g-good to each other?" Golden blue eyes widened. "Do you mean-"

"Yes. However I'm afraid I won't be here for  too much longer. Once Enmu returns my blood results, depending on what they say, I'm going to have to leave soon. I'm only waiting to recover and to see if I have anything harmful in my veins. I don't think I do however because surely if something bad were to happen it would've happened by now...." You blinked at the silence. "Mr. Akaza?"

Akaza stood there frozen staring distantly at nothing for a good while. "...It's been so long.."

"What?"

"I-Its been so long since..I mean I have gotten asked by some to be.."  He shook his head and looked at you more seriously. "But never by a human before ..At least not since ..her."

Huh? Really? No one's asked him to be friends before? But he seemed so nice. The poor man. You felt sorry for him especially knowing you'd be leaving soon anyways. You'd be his friend however even if it was only for a short amount of time. He however seemed very flabbergasted at you offering to be friends. His face by now was all red as he leaned back up and put a hand over his mouth in thought.

"This is so soon," he mumbled to himself, "Usually human women treat me like I'm an annoying authority figure  or a scary monster. I've never been-... By such a beautiful woman. I... I-Its all so sudden!" He looked back to you who blinked. "I... I'll need time to process everything b-but when I return we will speak more on this subject."

You smiled. "That's perfectly reasonable." Can't blame him. After all you both just met today. You couldn't be friends right away with a total stranger. You probably embarrassed him by accident. "What will you do now?" 

He coughed turning his red face away. "I-Ill be completing my mission and then processing your...sudden proposal of.." he coughed again.

Maybe you shouldn't have proposed the idea of you two being friends after all. "Oh. I'm sorry if that embarrassed you. You can just forget I even mentioned it if that helps-" 

"N-No. No. It's alright. I just need time. *Ahem* In the meantime I must bid you fair well. For now at least."

''Are you leaving now?"

"Yes. It's a many day journey and Id rather get it over with as soon as possible but fear not. I'll return within a few months time." 

Nodding you still smiled. "Well then I wish you all a safe journey. It'll be sad to see them all go but Im sure they'll be safe In your hands."

Akaza didn't say anything after that. Just nodding still read faced before bowing to you and spinning on his heel to face the small crowd. Kyogai noticed the movement and stopped talking with Eri to raise a brow at the flustered Upper Moon Three. Akaza barked out something in that noise based language of theirs and after a few exchanges between the many demons standing there, the entire spider family began to march. One after the other, following Akaza as he silently lead the way past you. Mother, daughters,and sons. Everyone of them disappearing after him never to be seen by you again. You waved good bye to them as they passed. It would be sad to see them go but it wasn't your choice. You just wished them the best. At last it was only you, Eri, and Kyogai who stood there silently. Eventually Kyogai was the one to break the silence as he cleared his throat gaining your attention quickly. Kyogai had an almost embarrassed look to his features. One powerful hand nervously fiddling with the drum sticking from his left shoulder as the other one still held the storybook ever so gently with care. Ah. Did he want to talk about the book? You hoped you weren't in any trouble. Kyogai was a gentleman but you would still apologize if you had too. After a moment he turned to Eri and said something you couldn't hear but she obeyed immediately, turning and running into the mansion past you so fast that it stunned you into pausing for a moment. ...You did not know she could be so fast. Your head spun after her disappearing form to stare. She was strong but it did not occure that she was also faster than any human. Demons really were powerful. It made you thankful that most demons you encountered were reasonable or in Kaigaku's case just all bark. Speaking of reasonable demons- Kyogais presence startled Y/n at first causing her to jump at the gentle tap someone gave to her shoulder and found herself in a large shadow which lead up to a pretty embarrassed looking demon. Kyogai could still only stare for a long moment before he gulped down whatever lump was in his throat and motioned with a hand. 

"Please. Follow me. We can t-talk I'm a more comfortable place. That... isn't so open."

You didn't argue. Not wanting to make this more awkward, you followed the taller demon back inside briefly turning to look over your shoulder wondering where Eri went- 

"What did Akaza ask you before he left?"

You blinked up at Kyogais back but the taller demon remained silent otherwise not even bothering to give you a second glance. "Oh. He asked me how long I was staying and apologized but that was about it. He seemed rather flustered."

He could understand why. In the small time he's known Y/n, she has proven herself to be very kind and considerate of others, others she hadn't even known for very long. Were all humans like her?...No. Obviously not. Her first reaction to meeting him for real was to pretend to be asleep but she hadn't reacted afterwards like he thought she would. She hadn't yelled at him or accused him of doing something as low as attempting to eat her or even blame him for what happened. If anything she was more concerned about him and the wounds he sustained which really weren't that extreme but she took it up on herself to try to treat him despite her own wounds, insisting that he gets treated first, asking how he felt, without even batting an eye at her own wounds. And how she complimented his work. His passion-

BU-BUMP!!

Ah. There was that feeling once again. That feeling that rocked his core and sent a happy feeling careening through his veins. One that he knew about, he had to. He studied a bit of romance in order to write it better in his books, and even asked some of his married servants about their experiences with it in order to get a more professional opinion. So yes. He KNEW about romance, but never had he himself experienced it before first hand. Until now at least. And with someone he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to. Hmm...This could indeed become a problem.

And he was sure he wasn't the only one. 

Akaza...

Kaigaku...

Sigh. This was complicated and tricky. Why do these things always happen to him?

"I see. That was kind of him. Akaza is a kinder demon despite his fierce stance." He meant that too. He'd much rather deal with Akaza than most of the upper moons. "...Will the study be fine to talk?"

"Huh? Oh. Yes. That'll be fine."

He didn't say anything after that but you still followed him all the way to where you first stopped Akaza from flattening Kaigaku, and all the way to a sliding door which he opened but paused and stepped aside to allow you to walk in first. With a smile you thanked him for the kind gesture, and walked with Kyogai following closely behind. The study wasn't anything very special looking. It looked like many of the other rooms you've seen. There was a slightly larger table stacked with neatly places papers and quills and ink stones, a few large shelves stacked with scrolls and other books, a large lantern above the desk, and a rather large comfy looking cushion for sitting on. Overall a regular room. The sound of a door sliding back shut made your attention slide back to Kyogai whom paused in the silence.  It was just the two of you alone here just standing in the silence. The book in his hands suddenly felt heavier than he remembered as he just stood there staring at her blinking, a strange smell of rose coming from nowhere. ...Before he shifted the book in his hands.

"So...You found my book," he eventually said unsure where to start.

"Actually a servant of yours did. They just thought I might've liked to read it." 

"Yes. Yes. Eri confirmed that. Um...I heard you were cut-" 

"Just a paper cut. It's even all healed now." Which was strange but you just shrugged it off. Two paper cuts in one week. How annoying. "You don't need to worry about it."

"Ah. Yes." Again he paused awkwardly not sure of what to say. "I..see you took great care in taking care of my book. Thank you."

"It was a good book. Why did you lose it?" 

"That might've been my fault unfortunately. I hid it in a place that wasn't such a good hiding spot. I'll be sure to fix that."

"Why would you hide it?" That confused you more. "It's such a beautiful work." Was suddenly trying to steal it?

"I..Well...No one really knows I do this." 

"Wait. Really?! But you're so good at it!," Y/n insisted catching him off guard.  "Eri thought so too and those children."

After a moment he smiled sadly and huffed a sad laugh. "Well..." Sad eyes glanced back to the book in his hands. "I'm afraid not everyone thinks that. Most demons do not think  writing is a very important thing to be bothered with."  

"Obviously it IS! If your Master gave you the job of Record Keeper then it he must see the importance in it! And who cares about what anyone else thinks? If it's important to you, shouldn't that be enough?" 

Again surprised he gave a small chuckle. "You certainly have bold opinions but my job and just writing as a hobby is very different. ..Always will be." With a wide reach the book was safely placed on a nearby shelf with many other books. "I've heard others opinions clearly."

"Who even told you that?!"

"My father." The sudden shock stunned you into silence not that he was surprised. "Yes. I was expecting that reaction. You don't have to worry about that. We are ...no longer in contact you could say. Even if I could do it professionally, I doubt many demons would wish to read it."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" He expected your outburst what he wasn't expecting was for you to grab his hand and making him whip to you suddenly. "I think it's beautiful. You have such talent! If your kind don't see that then you should find a human publisher. I'm sure lots of humans would love your work as much as I do. So...Please don't put yourself down." ...silence. "Kyogai?"

He just stood there for a long moment just...staring at her. His heart beats beating faster than a bumblebee's wing beats and soon his face turned red. Her eyes blinked beautifully as his own hand slowly curled around hers. She was...so tiny compared to him. Even Eri who was his youngest servant was taller than her. She seemed so fragile compared to others. It reminded him of how she was when she first ended up here. He didn't like that image. He didn't even like the what if thoughts of her being hurt again. She be much more safer somewhere like here. Where she could read all the time and-

PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!!

He was quick to shake his head before letting go. "I appreciate all your words...Hm. But I will consider getting a human publisher." That sounded like an idea that might be worth exploring. If his writing was more appealing to humans than maybe he was aiming at the wrong audience to begin with...Speaking of humans that gave him an idea. "Would..you wish to read more of my writing?"

"You wrote more?!"

"I've lived for many years, I have more than one book." He turned back to the shelf and a hand reached up to slide over the many books...before stopping on one. This one had a red cover  and less thick than the last one you had  and you blinked when he held it out to you. "This one is complete and you should also enjoy it." 

...You slowly took it from him in awe. "I ..I Don't know what to say." You smiled. "Thank you."

Kyogai only nodded. "I know your stay is not permanent." Which is what hurt him the most he realized. "But if it helps to keep you entertained in your stay, then I will allow you to borrow it. All I ask is that you return it in the same condition as it was." 

"I'd love to. I'm sure Eri would love to hear it too..Speaking of which, I have no idea where she went."

"I asked her to bring us some lunch. You didn't eat yet haven't you?" 

"No. I haven't. You want me to eat with you?" 

"Ah! W-Well.." He cleared his throat before turning his head away. "I just figured since you were here you could have it. "

"Oh. Makes sense. Thank you!" 

He gulped and just nodded with a small smile. Maybe...This could work. Maybe she..and him...He might have found something he never knew he might want. He guessed only time could tell. 

A  pair of legs walked down the hallway rather quickly. A large tray in the hands of the person  who carried it all. One plate with just a plain meal from the kitchen and the other a slightly more fancier feast with fried meats and rice. Smelt delicious and made her hungry from just carrying it. 

"HEY! YOU THERE! STOP!" The legs holted at a familiar face stomping towards her and frowned. "Where the hell did you get that fried meat?!" 

"From the kitchen, Lord Kaigaku."

"I've been asking about that for days from your stupid chef! Is that mine? It's about time since all I've ever been eating is soup and sorry excuses for vegetables!" 

"I'm sorry, Sir. But this food is for Lord Kyogai and Mistress Y/n."

"....WHAT?!" 

"They're eating together...Sir."

"....Is. That. So?...*inhale* Well then. I have an order for YOU.  When dinner time comes around, you're to bring ME some of this meat and make sure you bring enough for that human too."

"S-Sir?"

"I plan on making a statement to them." 

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Something's bubbling in one corner. Something stinks of chemicals on the desk. The world in here was dark save for random candle lights. What lied inside was not for the faint of heart and where brave men wouldn't even dare venture. So maybe that's why he did. He was considered insane after all. Insane enough to poke the sleeping dragon. He knew the monster inside knew of his presence long before he just blatantly opened the door with a loud creak.

"Why does Lower Moon One feel the need to enter a place he doesn't belong too?"

That voice. Beautifully malice. It sent a literal shiver through his spine just hearing it in front of his forbidden presence.

"Answer me."

"F-Forgive me.~ I lack the proper equipment for a job you tasked me with.~"

"And that would be?" 

"Blood work~ You ordered me to look over Kyogai's pitifully harmed human. Unfortunately she was almost perfectly fine. A small hairline fracture in the tibia right above the talus bone. It shouldn't last longer than a few weeks before she's all healed and frolicking on her merry way until her final breath. But I took a blood sample to be sure there isn't any nasty surprises in her system. The only problem is that I lack the equipment to run that type of testing, so I wondered if you'd be gracious enough to lend me yours just for this?"

A nasty pause to match the monochrome stare.

"...You enjoy sick pleasantries too much."

"I do.~ I just adore it so!~ *sigh* But I'm sure it's one of my best assets."

"About the only appealing thing about you."

"I thank you. Is that a yes?"

"...One test. Then you leave."

"Oh thank you.~ Shouldn't take more than a moment.~" 

With a hum he just waltzed himself inside. Judging by the smells, it seems the Master was testing his theory that by crossbreeding flowers he could make an antidote for Wysteria poisoning. If only. Perhaps with luck he'd be able to do something with it. Oh  well. The small pleased hums from him seemed to not detour his working progress. One suitcase on the table. One click of it opening. One deadly hand reaching inside.

Oh he so loved working this job. Red was always such a pretty color. "There you are.~"  It was mostly dried now but the glass was still stained with a few pretty droplets. He would've waited longer to test the blood sample but he was honestly too excited to wait longer. He had a month to report his findings back to Kyogai after all. "Let's see if you're hiding any nasties in there shall we?~"

The vile did not do anything but glisten in the dark as a smiling face touched the cork. A small tug was all that was needed to pull off the top. 

AND SENT THE WORLD ON FIRE-

IT BURNT HIS NOISE AND THROAT. THE AWFUL SENT OF WYSTERIA CLOGGED HIS VEINS AND SENT THE HANDS TO HIS MOUTH. HIS NOISE. HIS FACE. GLASS CLINKING PRETTILY AS IT ROLLED ACROSS A WOODEN SURFACE. NOT BLOOD. NOT BLOOD. POISON TO LUNGS. COUGHING AND HACKING DID NOTHING TO CLEAR HIS SINUSES...

It wasn't helping that there was soon after a strong hand around his throat and red eyes piercing his mind.

"Are you deliberately bringing me poison?"

"Not poi- *hack cough* poison. That's blood!"

"No blood can hold Wysteria. Human and demon wouldn't last long after eating it..."

There was something beyond the wysteria. Something...coppery.  A glint of red beyond the glass. Something...VERY VERY FAMILIAR TO HIM. SOME....P E R S O N. HE KNEW.

"....Where did you get this?''

"The h-huuuu- *gasp* -man."

"No human can smell that deeply of demon and wysteria."

Burning returned when a hand released it's captor.

"G I v e   I t  t o  m e. I have something I want to see."

[thezestyone]

CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎈🍾🎊 I am so happy and glad u have 100 followers u totally deserve it…. Okay may I request a head cannon with Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Yukimaru and Motonari ( u can pick one if u want to ) with a s/o with Curly hair Thank u and congratulations 🥳🥳

@joy-the-reader,

Thank you so much, and thank you for being a follower!~ 🥳

A MC with curly hair:

Nobunaga: When he first saw her, he could not believe his carnelian eyes. She had the hair of that of a westerner! But she was a woman, so she could not possibly be a trader. Perhaps the daughter of a trader? What would the daughter of a trader be doing all the way out in Kyoto, saving him from a burning temple?…

After getting to know her more, he decided to try to find every opportunity possible to touch her hair, or to get her to confess how she got it like that. Wait, she was born with hair like this? Perhaps her parents were westerners, though this was very unusual and oh so fascinating to the man who loved anything different from the usual.

“The woman who appeared to save my life with such intriguing hair… I got to make her mine.”

Anyone he caught talking badly about her hair was put to grueling work as punishment for such insolent comments. No one speaks poorly about his lucky charm without facing dire consequences. His punishments would be so taxing, that when word got around about them, everyone made extra sure to not even look at the Oda princess’ hair.

Nobunaga would also inform her maids to take extra care of the princess’ hair and care it to her standards, since they would have never dealt with such a hair type before.

Her hair was just one part of her. The rest of her, especially her spirit, were what drew him to her like a moth to a flame.

Yukimura: Seeing her almost running off a cliff was already much of an introduction, but when he got a better look at her?

“What happened to your hair? It looks like some kind of bird’s nest!”

Tactless, as usual, if his nickname of boar woman wasn’t bad enough.

The bickering that followed was well deserved. How could he say such a thing about her hair?!

So the two would have met with a rocky start. The next time they would have met would be in the markets of Azuchi, where he set up his shop. Though they would bicker a lot at first, the two would have found the other a bit intriguing due to their personal characteristics, and not just their hair textures. Sure, he was tactless, but he was not a bad person.

When a troublemaker came making a fuss in town and being disrespectful to her concerning her hair, he stepped in and got the troublemaker to back off. She would question why he would step in to defend her when he thought her hair was like a bird’s nest, which in turn would make him flustered, averting his eyes and scratching his head.

“B-Because that guy was being a jerk to you… I didn’t mean to come across like a jerk… Sorry for calling your hair that. You’re more of a boar woman if anything, anyway…” He would ramble. His heart is in the right place, but tact and not being awkward was just not his thing!

He really liked her, though. He would happily again defend her against someone looking for a problem with her, hair related or not.

Mitsuhide: How curious was her hair, he thought, when he first caught a glimpse at her. Has he perhaps spotted another kitsune in the wild?

In all seriousness, he found the little mouse interesting. She was such an open book that there was no way she could be a spy, or at least a capable one. Must be some kind of quirk in her bloodline, perhaps.

So she was born with such intriguing hair. With that in mind, he decided to tease her.

“You know, little one, we all have our secrets. There must be something more to your hair, just like there is something more to my eyes,” He would smirk at her, to which she would question what more could possibly be to his eyes.

“Indeed, what more could there be about my eyes?… Perhaps I will tell you my secret if you tell me yours first,” He would chuckle, to which she would get frustrated with him. He knew very well that there was nothing more to her hair, but she didn’t need to know that he knew that. He loved to keep her guessing.

Hearing of the maids struggle with her hair, Mitsuhide would volunteer to care for her hair in the way that she liked, despite the process being quite time consuming. He was quite meticulous, and quite tender-handed. He was fond of her, after all, and the little mouse had to look her mousey best.

Motonari: The pirate captain has seen just about every kind of hair type you can think of due to his voyages. However, he was surprised to see his lady having a hair type not common, if at all prevalent, in Japan.

“How special you are, m’lady. Not only do ya have flowers fer brains, yer hair is also quite special. Are ya really an Oda princess, or a princess of España?” He would tease in their first very rough introduction.

Though, no matter how hard he tried, he still found himself quite fond of the Oda princess. She did not back down to no one, especially if they teased her hair.

Being out at sea a lot, the humidity would get unbearable, and it would take a toll on his lady’s hair. Being a prominent merchant, he would nonchalantly hand her a bunch of hair products that may help her control her frizz. What? He didn’t want to hear her complaining, and he had extra lying around anyway, so she might as well put them to good use…

So he may be more fonder of her than he thought. When she would earn his trust, he would be more than happy to do many braids and twist outs for her hair. He always enjoyed seeing just how her hair would turn out when she would undo the braids and twists.

And the dazzling smile she would have when she admired herself. There was no smile more beautiful than it.

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: Glass Cannon DPS

So you want a monster to throw at your heroes. A creature, as opposed to a full-fledged villain, something you probably can’t negotiate with that has decided you are Lunch.

...Or a threat to its territory. Or its offspring. Or maybe you’d make a nice trophy to show off its hunting prowess to the sexy monster next door. Look, even monsters can have motivations.

Anyway. You need a monster. Now, you may base the kind of monster on the overall story theme, or whatever you think is a particularly scary critter, or just something that can be all fangs, claws, and attitude. (Hello wolverines/honey badgers.) But what you might also want to consider is, what is your monster’s attack style?

Is it a mobber, swarming and killing by weight of numbers? A silent assassin, striking when characters are separated and alone, leaving just a trace of blood behind? A massive tank of a beast, able to take your heroes’ strongest blows and shrug them off like nothing? A passive trap, horrifyingly slow and inescapable? Or is it a glass cannon DPS, striking for massive damage, but fragile enough to die in one shot, if your heroes can just hit it...?

You can find examples of all of these in real life. Mobs? Look at rodent and insect plagues, piranhas, dog packs. An owl or a cougar is a deadly assassin. Tanks? Bears, tigers, Cape buffalo, wild boar. (Sane hunters are very wary of meeting any of these face to face. Distance is good; a boar spear can work, but you need iron nerves. A sniper rifle is better.) Slow, agonizing death? Try the sand-and-flung-pebbles of an antlion pit trap, the neurotoxins and drowning fluids of a pitcher plant, the inexorable squeeze of a constrictor crushing the breath. The glass cannon DPS is particularly interesting because humans will train some of them to hunt... which does not at all mean they are tame. The classic examples being falcons, and cheetahs.

(I’ve heard some people train venomous snakes to hunt rodents, but The Speckled Band pretty much did that one against characters, so.)

If you know your monster’s attack style, then you have an idea where to look up real-life examples. History. Biology. Slo-mo nature documentary footage of attacks in action. All of this is useful scene and setting info.

Plus, it can lead you to deeper thoughts about your world in general. Why is this monster attacking your heroes? What’s the environment like? How well has your villain trained them, or has anyone even tried?

...And why didn’t your heroes take up some safer hobby, like juggling hand grenades....

A/N: Post credit goes to the apt description of falcons as "parrots maxed out as glass cannon DPS".

[old-archivist]

Foods of Thedas: Raw Ingredients

These are all the canonically mentioned raw ingredients. By that I mean Ingredients that don't require processing like caramel, dried or salted meats, or jam. But the ingredients that go into making such things. As with the previous posts, I didn’t include any of the potential items that could be used, just to prevent confusion should you go looking for the source of any of the items on this list.

For Additional Food Posts

Dishes, Sauces, and Sides

Drinks

Prepared Ingredients

Cannonically Possible Foods and Drinks

Master Post

Fruits, Mushrooms, Nuts, and Vegetables

Edible Plants

Fern Fiddlehead

Lichen

Moss

Pungent Leaves - Unspecified leaves used in Avvar cooking of baked fish.

Rose

Rose Petals

Rosehips

Stripweed

Sugar Cane (Tevinter, Rivain)

Wildflowers

Borage

Chicory

Dandelion

Honeysuckle

Violet

Fruits and Nuts

Apple

Applewood Apples (Orlais)

Golden Apples (Orlais)

Green Apples

Le Pomme Vie et Morte - Apples that grow by the gallows in Val Royeaux.

Red Apples

Windfall Apples

Apricot

Banana

Par Vollen Banana

Rivain Banana

Berry

Blueberry

Cranberry

Elderberry

Raspberry

Strawberry

Caper (Antiva)

Cherry

Cocoa/Chocolate (Donarks)

Coconut

Coffee (Antiva)

Currant

Black Currant

Date - A purple and red fruit with a pit, it has a sweetness and tangy taste. (Tevinter)

Fig

Grape

Lemon

Lime

Nuts

Almond

Chestnut

Pine Nut

Olive

Antivan Olive

Orange (Orlais, Antiva)

Passion Fruit

Peach

Pear

Plum

Pomegranate

Pomegranate Seeds

Grain

Barley

Pot Barley

Oats

Rolled Oats

Rice

Ryott

Ryott Flour

Wheat

Wheat Flour

Whole Grains

Whole Grain Flour

Mushrooms

Deep Mushroom

Field Mushroom

Unspecified Fungus - Used to brew Dwarven ale.

Truffle

Unnamed Glowing Fungus

Wild Mushroom

Vegetables

Beans

Bush Beans

Green Beans

Pale Beans

White Beans

Cabbage

Carrot

Purple Carrot

White Carrot

Celery

Chive

Corn

Checkered Corn

Golden Corn

Yellow Corn

Cucumber

Eggplant

Fennel

Lettuce

Mustard

Onion

Red Onion

Sweet Onion

White Onion

Pea

Pepper

Antivan Pepper

Green Pepper

Hot Pepper

Hot Red Pepper

Red Bell Pepper

Sweet Pepper

Potato

Radish

Spinach

Squash

Marrow Squash

Pumpkin

String Squash

Tomato

Turnip - aka navet

Turnip Greens

Wild Greens

Animal Products

Dairy

Butter

Cow Butter

Goat Butter

Halla Butter

Herbed Butter

Nug Butter

Cheese

Ativan Smoked Cheese

Blue-veined Cheese (Orlesian)

Brie Cheese

Brined Goat Cheese

“Dalish” Cheese - An ill described item as it is unclear if it is actually cheese. One thing is for sure it isn’t Dalish.

Feisty Cheese

Goat Cheese

Halla Cheese

Pecorino Romano (Antivan)

Ram Cheese

Cream

Spiced Cream

Thickened Cream

Whipped Cream

Milk

Cow Milk

Goat Milk

Halla Milk

Ram Milk

Soured Milk

Eggs

Caviar

Chicken Egg

Egg Whites

Egg Yolk

Fish

Carp

Cod

Eel

Krone

Lamprey

Mackerel

Mussel

Oyster

River Herring

Sunfish

Trout

Whitebait

Insects

Cave Beetle (Dwarven)

Giant Spider (Dwarven)

Scorpion

Snail (Avvar)

Wood-burrowing beetle larvae (Dalish)

Meats

Beef

Ox

Ox-tongue

Rump Roast - A cut of meat from the hindquarters

Veal

Boar

Bronto

Cat

Deepstalker (Dwarven)

Dog

Dragon

Druffalo

Goat

Gurgut

Gurn

Halla

Hare

Hart

Horse

Liver - General name given, animal isn’t specified.

Lurker (Avvar)

Nug

Phoenix

Pork

Pig's Feet

Pork Hocks

Pork Saddle

Quillback

Rabbit

Ram

Rat

Sheep

Lamb

Mutton

Varghest

Venison

Wandering Hills (Anderfels)

Wyvern

Poultry

Bunting

Chicken

Dove

Duck

Partridge

Pheasant

Pigeon

Quail

Swan

Turkey

Misc.

Dragon Blood (Nevarran)

Druffalo Dung

Honey

Honeycomb

Miscellaneous Ingredients

Baking Ingredients

Ash

Elfroot Ash

Hardwood Ash (Dalish)

Baking Powder

Yeast Cake

Salts

Fine-ground Salt

Rock Salt

Salt

Sea Salt

Others

Brine

Clay (Avvar)

Pine Pitch (Alamarri)

Herbs and Spices

Herbs

Basil

Dried Basil

Bay Leaf

Catsbane

Elfroot

Elfroot Leaves

Royal Elfroot

Lavender (Orlesian)

Mint

Anderfels’s Mint

Foxmint

Peppermint

Oregano

Dried Oregano

Parsley

Prophet's Laurel

Rosemary

Spindleweed

Verdant Spindleweed

Thyme

Spices

Allspice

Anise

Antivan Cord-seed

Cardamom

Cinnamon (Seheron)

Clove

Cumin

Cumin Seed

Deep Mushroom Powder (Orlesian and Dwarven)

Dill

Dill Seeds

Dragon Blood Powder (Nevarran)

Eastern Spice - Unnamed

Fennel Seeds

Garlic

Ginger

Dried Ginger

Hot Pepper Powder

Hot Red Pepper, Crushed

Juniper

Licorice

Mace

Mustard

Mustard Powder

Mustard Seeds

Nutmeg (Seheron)

Grated Nutmeg

Pepper

Black Pepper

Peppercorn

Black Peppercorn

Poppyseed

Saffron

Spice Ball - A variety of mixed spices wrapped in a cheesecloth

Star Anise

Vanilla (Rivain)

Sources: ( If you want to find direct links or page numbers check out the wiki’s Food and Ingredients page.) Dragon Age: Origins (Base and DLCs) Dragon Age: Awakening Dragon Age 2 (Base and DLCs) Dragon Age: The Last Court Dragon Age: Inquisition (Base, DLCs + Multiplayer) Dragon Age Tabletop RPG Core Rulebook Dragon Age Tabletop RPG: Blood in Ferelden Dragon Age Tabletop RPG: Game Master's Kit: Buried Past

World of Thedas Vol. 1 World of Thedas Vol. 2 Dragon Age: The Stolen Throne Dragon Age: The Calling Dragon Age: The Masked Empire Dragon Age: Last Flight Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights Short Story: Paper and Steel Short Story: Paying the Ferryman

DAO Codex Entry: Feast Day Fish Codex Entry: History of Soldier’s Peak: Chapter 3 Codex Entry: In Praise of the Humble Nug

Codex Entry: A Tattered Shopping List

Item: Abyssal Peach Item: Brandy Item: Carnal, 8:69 Blessed Item: Mosswine Item: Rare Antivan Brandy (Gift) Item: Sugar Cake Item: Sun Blonde Vint-1 Item: Wedge of Destiny Item: West Hill Brandy

DAII Item: Dragon’s Blood

DAI Codex Entry: On Avvar Cuisine Codex Entry: Bottles of Thedas Codex Entry: The City of Starkhaven Codex Entry: La Pomme Vie et More Codex Entry: Mad Emperor Reville Codex Entry: Plant vs. Corpses Codex Entry: Ram Codex Entry: A Scholar's Journal Codex Entry: Spindleweed Codex Entry: Surviving the Western Approach Codex Entry: Waterlogged Diary Note: Betta's Travel Journal Note: The Gilded Horn's Drink List Note: Knight-Captain's Orders Note: A Note from the Skyhold Kitchen Note: The Rusted Horn's Menu Note: Scribbled Note Wartable Mission: Inspire Wartable Mission: Plant Crystal in Venatori Headquarters

Last Court Cards Atop the Tower of Lights The Elegant Abbess Flames of Freedom The Glassblowers' Anger Go Hunting Good Neighbor The Next Course The Purveyors of Tea Thieves! An Unofficial Meeting The Wyvern is Cornered

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How the legendary A-10 Warthog received this name

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 05/15/23 - 10:00am History, Military

The A-10 Thunderbolt II, better known as Warthog, is considered by some to be just a large Gatling machine gun with wings. This fearsome aircraft tested in battle by the United States armed forces became legendary during the Gulf War not only because of its unmistakable appearance, but also because of the pure firepower it brings to the battlefield - and the resulting unmistakable sound it emits in doing so.

During its time in Operation Desert Storm, the A-10 was responsible for destroying more than 900 tanks, 1,200 artillery pieces, thousands of other land vehicles and even some helicopters.

Initially built by the Fairchild Republic Company, the Warthog was put into service in 1976 and has been used only by the U.S. Air Force as its main low-altitude approximate air support aircraft since then. In 1987, Grumman Corporation bought all of Fairchild's A-10 assets.

He did his job so well that the USAF still uses it today. In fact, he managed to avoid being relegated to the air museum a few times, first by the F-16 and then by the F-35 Lightning II. Currently, 281 A-10s jets are still in operational use.

An aircraft with any other name would not sound the same

One of the most recognizable features of the A-10 is the Gatling GAU-8 Avenger 30mm seven-barrell machine gun perched on its nose, which is capable of firing 3,900 shots per minute. Interestingly, the plane was built around the gun, not the other way around. In 1970, the U.S. Air Force requested a 30 mm fast-shot cannon.

A year later, General Electric and Philco Ford created the GAU-8, which produces a "BRRRT!" sound. when it's fired. The weapon itself is larger than a Volkswagen Beetle and occupies 16% of the total weight of 12 tons of the A-10.

The nickname Warthog (Javali) was allegedly coined by Robert "Boomer" Ettinger, an A-10 pilot of the 104º Fighter Squadron of the Maryland National Air Guard. This is due to the robust and stocky appearance of the A-10, more similar to the wild boar, a common species of African wild pig.

The Warthog was designed to be a "Tank Buster", capable of carrying out attacks on ground targets and machine-gun them with highly explosive PGU-13/B incendiary cartridges or PGU-14/B armor piercing incendiary cartridges. Remember that each shot round of GAU-8 is larger than a standard beer bottle.

It can carry up to 16,000 pounds of mixed ammunition, including drag bombs, incendiary cluster bombs, anti-mine ammunition and missiles such as the AGM-65 Maverick and the AIM-9 Sidewinder. If this is not impressive enough, it can even withstand direct impacts of 23 mm explosive and piercing ammunition.

It was recently announced that the U.S. Air Force will begin to retire the remaining A-10s still in use, so that they can be completely out of service by 2029. However, considering his past success in avoiding retirement... we would not bet against Boar.

Source: Slashgear - Edition: Cavok

Tags: A-10 Thunderbolt IIMilitary AviationUSAF - United States Air Force / U.S. Air Force

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[ghosts-junk-pile]

Here are some very important context things for my hc loz au

Edit:changed Impulse to Pearl

Hylia is St. Pearl

Ganon(aka the malice blob boar thingy) is still alive in the being of this au but no longer has the TP(Triforce of power),he is literally just living on malice

Demise is Exor

You know how Wild(botw Link) almost dies pre botw yeah no that doesn't happen to Gem bc she was not alive 100 years ago

The Princess and Knight before Kathrine and Gem where killed fighting Ganon(aka Wild and botw Zelda are ded).

No one really knows why Pearl isn't evil/try to destroy hyrule despite that's what all the other TP holders tried to do(The reason is I didn't want to have her be evil)

For this Au Botw is the most recent game on the time line(aka almost all previous games are cannon)

OK more important stuff, here are the (important) characters that havn't had their place taken by someone else :

All the sheikah tech lab people

All the people who are metaphorical successors to the champions (ie. Teba and Riju)

Kilton

The Great Deku tree

Hestu

Impa

Paya

That one guy w/ the kids who used to be a yiga

Master Kohga

The three golden goddess

The Hudson and Terri Town people

[nebulacritter]

ANOTHER PANDA-Z GIGALEAK???

It's been a while since I posted some unseen Panda-Z content... until now, that is.

I've found most of these black-and-white images on an old defunct website called aquantis.tripod.com. There were scans of some settei (model sheets) on a different one called incandescentdragon.com, which contained the images provided. Most of the concepts on the pages were never seen in the actual show, so I'll show them to you right now.

First, we have a variation of Panda-Z with a different hovercraft on its back.

We also have this one...

...and this one, too.

Next, we have another Rescue Bear Team related robot. It looks a lot like Medical Bear, so it might've been a mech he could've used.

We also have this elephant, who strongly reminds me of Zoutank.

This is a concept of Pan-Taron's room. Gotta love the panda ears on his desk lights and his chair.

Then, we have this boar cannon. Unlike all of the other concepts, it only showed up once in an episode of the anime, titled "Wild Soldier". Mougyuu's mech, Moujumbo, launched out of it to get to Robonimal City.

This last picture is from Shuichi Oshida's official account on a website called awrd.com.

I know it's kinda pixely, but it's a cool lookin' Pan-Demon wallpaper!

...and that was the end of this post. I'm so happy to find the websites the settei were on, and my wish has been granted.

[synechd0che]

wilderness grumbling

not folks reblogging the "night time is actually super dangerous" post. how to spot ppl who don't spend that much time outside/ consume too many "man vs nature" conflict narratives.

I know it's most likely a bit of a joke but it's not doing anyone any favors to pretend that wildlife are 1) evil and enjoy causing hurt and/or 2) mindless loose cannons. No you should not be wandering around in the woods in the dark, simply from the standpoint that you'll get dead via cold-and-lost-and-fell-off-a-cliff. Yes many predators are more active in the evening/night. But also, no there are not wolves waiting to sink their teeth in you around the next bush, even in areas with healthy predator-species levels.

Wild animals are dangerous in certain circumstances, yes. But no they do not go out of their way to hunt humans. Humans are not a prey species anymore and have not been for a significant portion of our history as a species (technological and social group development). The idea of wolf attacks as a common historical occurrence (on the US frontier and even in Europe, birthplace of evil wolf propaganda) is greatly exaggerated, and the fear of predator species as a whole is still used as an excuse for their extirpation in service of things like the ranching industry.

Literally make noise, be aware of your surroundings, don't approach wildlife, and travel with a companion and you'll be fine. No you don't want to run into a boar in the woods but like. Light pollution is not keeping you safe from boars at night. You are literally turning into the "30-50 feral hogs" man.

source: I spend a lot of time outside, in the middle of nowhere, often at night. I have run into many bears and been mauled by zero (0) of them, not because they're harmless but because I'm not a moron.

Wishing I had saved that research paper about the illumination of urban areas (beginning 500 years ago) as a means of policing and surveilling, and interrupting night-time social unrest/disobedience in both colonial metropoles and satellite colonies. The paper was actually really interesting, and based on extensive records of the dual job policemen in colonial mexico city had as lamplighters. Lamplighting efforts were actually debuted in colonial mexico as a means of surveillance not for social benefit; there are 300 year old records on the subject of illuminating the streets for ease of policing. This colonial holdover eventually developed into urban fear of the night and an exaggerated fear of crime (and higher policing of the night and people's legal movements at night, which holds to this day). Neanderthals lit fires to keep themselves safe at night. Light pollution from street lamps is very much not the same phenomenon.

(please do not @ me about how I somehow hate street lights. they are actually pretty necessary for many reasons, not least of which being I'm a night time bike commuter and I like being able to see potholes. I'm not advocating we do away with streetlights, and I would consider lit sidewalks to be a matter of transportation equity)

[bleachbleachbleach]

[Bleach 083]

I have never really identified this in myself before, but I am kind of maybe a little obsessed with Ganju. A lot of this has to do with my general superinvestment in Rukia and Kaien and the whole Shiba-Kuchiki situation. But I'm also just into Ganju himself? I think it's the 4WD boar. SUBARU FAM.

Also because it's interesting to think about what we can draw from these panels, in terms of how Ganju is thinking about himself. I'm pretty sure we don't yet know that the Shiba are former nobility (though now I'm not sure in what future context that, specifically, would come up? if I had to guess Byakuya brings it up on the bridge, because literally who else would). Regardless, they have this whole cannon situation, and they are adept enough at the spiritual arts to know/invent kidou. In this chapter, the ceremony of the cannon is a huge deal (and requires use of what we might assume is Kuukaku's zanpakutou?). Even if we don't know the specifics, we know these are not your average Rukongai konpaku by any stretch of the imagination.

From Rukongai

But Ganju has still narrated a version of his brother that excelled in the Academy "despite being from Rukongai." The Shiba are absolutely not "from Rukongai" in the way that, say, Parakeet Kid is, even if they have always lived outside the Seireitei walls, pre- or post-demotion. Despite that distinction, and their linage, Ganju still thinks of himself--and by extension, Kaien--as being of this place, this non-Seireitei place. I mean, he rides a boar, he has fully embraced the bogan lifestyle.

My point is, this distinction of being from Rukongai matters to him, in his calculus of the world. Being from a noble family, it's probably only as surprising that Kaien is as innately talented as he is, as it is that Byakuya would be innately talented (relative to other Kuchiki as well as relative to other shinigami). The reach isn't as extreme as it would be for some literally random Rukongai konpaku. But that's not how Ganju sees this.

My brother who's in the Gotei

As far as determining Gotei norms, Ganju gives us a lot of cool info, provided we take him at this word as someone who would be intimately familiar with how the Gotei works. SURE, everything I've said thus far suggests we shouldn't. But I also feel like his pride in Kaien--and the kinds of weird things grief makes fixations out of--would suggest that even if Ganju knows nothing about the Gotei, he knows these little Kaien-shaped pieces to the letter:

Perhaps obviously, it is unusual to have lieutenant-class levels of reiryoku on entry into the Gotei

This does not automatically qualify you to become a lieutenant (even if there are slots available, which it kind of seemed like there were, re: Ukitake)

Kaien makes lieutenant within 5 years of joining the Gotei, which is also an exceptionally quick ascent. Given that Ukitake is nudging him in that direction during TBTP, this gives us something of a timeline on how long Kaien had been in the Gotei at that point (not very!).

"I was just a kid"

Then, between 40-110 years later, Kaien dies.

It's wild to think about Ganju being "a kid" when this happens. When was Ganju born???? Given that neither time nor aging are linear here, that's an impossible question to answer with certainty. Plus, I think "a kid" in this context could mean a whole lot of things that don't necessarily mean "I was exactly seven years old."

Even if I don't think I buy it entirely, I'm into the possibility that Ganju really is BABY, and was born after Kaien was already a shinigami and living apart from the fam (are the Shiba parents still alive and living and even weirder and more itinerant life than even Kuukaku--perhaps on the high seas??).

I'm also into the possibility that, honestly, Ganju has had a hard life, and that Kaien's death fundamentally separated his sense of who he was prior to that moment and who he would become, and that this is what he's referencing when he says his memories are dim because he was "only a kid" then. He had to grow up fast, at the same time as he's in no rush to grow up (running around with his boar gang, self-proclaiming things, rushing home for supper, acting the dutiful little bro to Kuukaku). Regardless, there's a lot of trauma surrounding Kaien's death, for sure. Which isn't to say Ganu's entire and only personality and reason for anything is his trauma, LOL. But it's not like Kaien's death and absence isn't a huge part of what's made him. It's not until this moment with the cannon, and the Hero Garb he made himself (using the Shiba crest) that he really says, okay, let's get some real info. Let's move forward.

DIY Regalia

Even the fact of his making his own Hero Garb really intrigues me. There is a long history that the Shiba are a part of--and again, we see this in the ceremony of the cannon, and perhaps even in Kuukaku's clothing and tattoos. It's not as though the Shiba don't already have regalia. And we could take this as Ganju finally fashioning literal, specific garments for himself as he takes up more of the mantel of his family's legacy, in the style of their usual regalia. I totally buy that.

But I also feel like the focus on this special getup being self-made goes back to Ganju not necessarily having access to the full picture of who his family was as a Great Noble House, and what all that history really is. We know that sometime after Kaien's death, the Shiba ceased to be a Great Noble House. If Ganju really was that young when Kaien died, there's another disruption. Like his memories of Kaien or his notions of who Kaien was, what the circumstances of his death were, Ganju is kind of piecing these things together without a map. ...Not unlike Ichigo!

(Must run in the family.)

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

I don't know why I suddenly had the thought that one of the kids should've had a boar as their main battle morph but I did and then I was immediately and absolutely SMACKED with the sudden realization that we were deprived of the utter shenanigans these kids would pull in their city as a pack of wild boars

Visser Three: ...and then 30 to 50 feral hogs came out of nowhere and annihilated my taxxon-controllers!

Council of 13: ...

Council of 13: ...

Visser One: According to my independent review of the security footage, there were six boars. SIX.

Visser Three: Slander and nonsense! Could six feral hogs take on twenty-four taxxons and win?

Visser One: *pulls up yeerk!google on her phone* *navigates to yeerk!wikipedia page on Earth fauna*

Visser One: According to human scientists, yes. Yes they could.

Council of 13: ....

Visser Three: You see? I can't handle this planet alone! And that's why I need twice as many hork-bajir-controllers, and at least four additional Blade ships with dracon cannon—

Visser One: I'll clear out these swine with a single machine gun and no additional budget.

Council of 13: Done! Visser One takes the Earth invasion, Visser Three gets shunted off to Sleegab Five.

Visser One: *doing undignified victory dance*

Eva: *silently mocking Visser One's dance*

Visser Three: *crying into a bottle of peach schnapps*

[acrossthewavesoftime]

The main topic of this post, condensed into meme-format.

All those of you who've ever come into contact with the Asterix-comics will be familiar with its famous opener:

The year is 50 BC. Gaul is entirely occupied by the Romans. Well, not entirely... One small village of indomitable Gauls still holds out against the invaders. And life is not easy for the Roman legionaries who garrison the fortified camps of Totorum, Aquarium, Laudanum and Compendium...

Something quite like that actually happened, albeit not in Roman Gaul and to add a small disclaimer, no wild boars or Roman footsoldiers were harmed- though the pride of a Maréchal de France certainly was.

Gather 'round me, kind gentlepersons of the internet, for a story of the Wars of the Spanish Succession filled to the brim with military action, the courage of ordinary people just sick and tired of it all, a presumed divine miracle, and dead Frenchmen being responsible for the debauchment of local youths in the 20th and 21st centuries... (Notes and image credits under the cut at the end)

The year is 1704; the Wars of the Spanish Succession rage across Europe. One of its most famous battles is, no doubt, the Battle of Blenheim, the Duke of Marlborough's victory over the French and Bavarian forces near the town of Höchstädt in Bavaria. I am not going to recount the battle step by step; rather, I'm going to cover an event leading up to the battle that may have tipped the scales somewhat in favour of the Grand Alliance forces under Marlborough and Eugene of Savoy by tiring half of the French forces present at the Battle of Blenheim:

In July 1704, Camille d'Hostun, duc de Tallard, traversed the Black Forest with supplies and reinforcements, which was the only route open to the French at this point to re-supply the forces under Ferdinand, comte de Marsin to the east. Through difficult, mountainous terrain, Tallard managed to get his army across the mountains to the town of Villingen on its south-eastern foothills. Intending to take the town and make and store supplies there, Tallard took to besieging Villingen on 16 July. Which, as contemporaries such as Jean-Philippe-Eugène, Count de Mérode, who served under Tallard, noted was a mere "bicoque" with a medival ring wall; which a diplomatically inclined person might interpret as "a ramshackle town", and someone with less delicacy might translate more directly and pejoratively as "a dump".

For the inhabitants of this "dump" on the edge of the Black Forest however, being under siege was part of their more recent history: they had been besieged a couple of times over the course of the last century, only once taken by the French in the 1680s, and otherwise had successfully defended themselves against the threats of Sweden and Württemberg. The last time they had come under French fire had been the year prior; it's easy to imagine that the good people of Villingen had quite enough of sieges, and the French in particular.

Meanwhile, Tallard set up camp on a hill overlooking the town. The medieval town centre is at approximately 700m above sea level; the hill at approximately 750 m; prime conditions for the besieging party. On 20 July, Tallard intended to make short work of Villingen, firing at the town with the full force of his cannons.

Although Tallard may have picked a prime spot to lay siege on the town, is said to have managed to set two houses on fire and do some kind of damage to a further 200, the townspeople's dogged resilience, and above all, effective organisation, proved to be game-changing.

Whoever could, particularly the able-bodied male population including the few, scattered soldiers at hand, armed themselves with whatever was available to drive the French away from the breaches in the city wall; the rest tried to fill the breaches, particularly the main one near one of the four city gates with whatever heavy, obstructive materials were available (which was at some point filled surprisingly effectively with the contents of someone's dung cart).

I'll include a near-contemporary account of the siege from 1740: [1]

Apologies for the bad images- I was not comfortable stretching the spine any further.

Translation:

In the year 1688, the French had captured the town and on 16 July 1704, they, under the General Tallard, arrived yet again with a mighty force. The same encamped on the so-called Engelhard, and opened fire the very dame night, and dug his Trenches at the Hauben=Loch. He ordered to approach so speedily that he, despite the besieged firing tirelessly at them with their weapons, already had set up a battery of twelve embrasures on the morning of 18 July at the front of the hill, and commenced to fire upon the town with four half- and six quarter kartouwes. He continued to do so the following days and nights in such a manner that at the same time, he had the trenches extended ever further downhill until they reached street-level (where the weather hindered him quite considerably), and even came half a stone’s throw close to the Rith-Thor [Riettor, one of the city gates]. At the same time, he erected a second battery below the Hauben-Loch [Hubenloch, small hill even closer to the town than the French camp].

He ordered another two fieldpieces to be planted there, so that he was able to destruct from these two batteries the outer city wall and a parapet to the left of the Franciscan friary quite considerably over a breadth of fifty paces, creating a noticeable breach and quite ruining some fortifications on the inner wall. The besieged in turn resisted admirably and closed the breach with cut trees and dung so thoroughly, that their foes were unable to complete their design and tear down the day as quickly as the latter had hoped. During the night of the 20th, the besiegers designed to importune the town with the full force of their fire. They were firing upon the Rieth-Tor and the breach the whole night long, shooting red-hot balls from their pieces, causing two houses to catch fire, and around two hundred to be damaged. That aside, resistance of the citizens and soldiers had proven so effective, they escaped total destruction. For when Maréchal Tallard learned that the troops demanded by the town were approaching rapidly, and he additionally received the third order from the King of France to immediately continue his march towards Bavaria, he ended the siege, and left the Kinzig valley as quick as he could […].

Other than their impressively effective organisation, the townspeople had a secret weapon the French didn't know about: God.

Today housed in the Münster, the central church in town, is a 14th century cross carrying the image of the crucified Jesus. It does not look particularly striking, but according to legend, the Nägelinskreuz (the cross of Nägelin) possesses divine powers that shield the town from harm since the 15th century. Back then, a farmer by the name of Nägelin from a neighbouring valley happened to find the cross, picked it up and kept it in his home until one day, he fell very ill. In order to be restored to perfect health again, he received divine orders to go to Villingen, and donate the cross to the town, so it might shield it from "the dangers of faith, fire, and foe."

Now the above is clearly a legend dating to around or after the Thirty Years' War, as the "dangers of faith" indicate; but time and again, the town's inhabitants associated the cross with the prevention of destruction or harm. To this day, the town has preserved much of its historic architecture. The last time the cross is said to have put its divine powers to use is in 1945; during the last days of World War II, American bombers targeted the town and had already destroyed the railway lines and station outside the historic city centre, when all of a sudden, the pilots found themselves surrounded by fog so thick they grew disoriented and aborted their mission. A chapel close to the station had also been destroyed; in its ruins, the cross was found, intact.

Making all kinds of really bad weather appears to be the cross' signature-miracle because in 1704, instead of heavy fog, the French siege was thwarted by heavy rainfalls (as also referenced in the account above), which benefitted the besieged townspeople as the rain rendered French attempts to burn the town almost entirely ineffective, and must have made the French soldiers camped on the hillside rather miserable.

Johann Anton Schilling (1694-1724), Belagerung Villingens im Spanischen Erbfolgekrieg 1704, oil on canvas, 1716. In the collection of Franziskanermuseum Villingen, via museum-digital:baden-württemberg [accessed 1 September 2021]. The gentleman to the left in a white coat seated on a white charger is Tallard, to the right the French encampment with (presumably) his tent, the town of Villingen below. Above the town hovers the miracle-working town mascot-cross.

After eight days, things were not looking good for Tallard; the town still held out, intelligence reported Villingen could expect assistance from troops under Eugene de Savoy to arrive any time soon and Louis XIV himself had, unimpressed with his maréchal's inability to take a medieval "dump" with a ridiculous little city wall, written the third ordre to press on towards Bavaria, which Tallard then decided to do.

Here's what Jean Philippe Eugène de Mérode, Marquess of Westerloo, who was at the time serving in the French army and present at the siege, had to say about it:

Translation:

From thence [Alsace and Lorraine], we spread across the heights of Villingen, which we intended to take and which we committed to besieging the following day with the intention to set up our general stores. During that siege the convoy emerged, marching, from the Black Forest, a march of eight days, day and night. Although we attacked that dump in the manner of an open trench with batteries of cannons and bombs and although it was merely a simple antiquated wall, the inhabitants and what little of a garrison there was, defended themselves so well that after we had lost so many men and a lot of time, we were obliged to abandon it [the town] and continue in order to join the Elector of Bavaria. [2]

The following year, the grateful people of Villingen, associating their victory closely with the legend of the Nägelinskreuz and its divine properties, erected a chapel on the spot where Tallard's tent is said to have stood.

The Lorettokapelle (Loreto chapels are a specific type of chapel immitating the dimensions of the house said to have been inhabited by the Holy Family which was transported to Loreto, a town near Ancona in Italy during the 13th century) was dedicated in 1706 by a local abbot and has been in occasional use for worship ever since.

Lorettokapelle, VS-Villingen.

Up until the mid-20th century, the chapel, which is also on one of the pilgrim routes of the Way of St. James, occupied a rather solitary view of the town below. As Villingen grew, the town crept up the hill and ever closer to the chapel, which was however left in its own little park, preserving some of its historic timelessness by leaving some of the meadows and trees surrounding it.

Memorial plaque explaining the nature of loreto chapels and the history of this specific one, also mentioning the major repairwork done in 1851 and 1952 repectively.

With predominantly families and young folks moving into this new quarter of the town where the French encampment had stood in 1704 (and which has street names reflecting its history), teens in particular came to appreciate the chapel. The back of the duc de Tallard's tent, or rather the religious memorial thereof, became the place to smoke and drink away from the prying eyes of parents.

...While Tallard may not have managed to seize the town, in a way, he continues to be infulential in corrupting the modern youth through aiding and abetting them- a rather more lasting legacy than his failed siege of Villingen.

Notes and credits:

[1] Dielhelm, Joseph H.: Denkwürdiger und nützlicher Rheinischer Antiquarius, Welcher die Wichtigsten und angenehmsten geograph- histor- und politischen Merkwürdigkeiten des ganzen Rheinstroms von seinem Ursprunge an, samt allen seinen Zuflüssen, bis er sich endlich nach und nach wieder verlieret, darstellet, vol. II, Stocks Erben und Schilling, Frankfurt am Main 1740, 1st edition, pp. 12-13.

[2] de Merode-Westerloo, Jean-Philippe-Eugène and de Mérode-Westerloo, Henri Marie Ghislain [Ed.]: Mémoires de Feld-Maréchal Comte de Merode-Westerloo, Chevalier de la Toison d'Or, Capitaine de Trabans de l'Empereur Charles VI., vol. I, Wahlen et Compagnie, Brussels 1852 [first published 1840], pp. 287-288.

Image credits:

Who Would Win? meme-template via imgflip [accessed 03 September 2021].

Camille d'Hostun, duc de Tallard via Wikimedia Commons, uploaded by user Mmm448~commonswik [accessed 03 September 2021].

Villingen, excerpt from Topographia Sueviae [Swabia], Matthäus Merian, Frankfurt am Main 1643/1656, via Wikimedia Commons uploaded by user Joergens.mi [accessed 03 September 2021].

Johann Anton Schilling (1694-1724), Belagerung Villingens im Spanischen Erbfolgekrieg 1704, oil on canvas, 1716. In the collection of Franziskanermuseum Villingen, via museum-digital:baden-württemberg [accessed 3 September 2021].

Location photographs, images of Denkwürdiger Antiquarius: mine.

English translations from German and French: mine.

[princesssarisa]

The first half of the Cannon Movie Tales' Snow White enhances the story's parallels with the Bible story of Joseph, son of Jacob.

Of course both stories have always had one basic thing in common: the protagonist driven away from their home by one or more jealous family members, with their death faked through the killing of an animal.

But in the Cannon Movie Tales Snow White, little Snow White also has an especially close relationship with her father, and this as well as her beauty earns the Queen's jealousy, just like Joseph was adored by his father to the envy of his brothers.

For that matter, the father in both stories is shown to have shared a deep love with his late wife, that was tragically cut short by her death in childbirth (although Rachel died giving birth to Joseph's younger brother, not himself). This enhances his love for their child, and enhances the conflict, because his second wife/other sons' mothers can never take her place.

In both, after the protagonist is driven away, the father is made to believe s/he was eaten by wild animals.

Last but not least, the Cannon Movie Tales' Snow White has the Huntsman kill a goat to bring its liver to the Queen instead of a wild boar. Just like Joseph's brothers killed a goat to stain Joseph's coat with its blood.

I wonder if it was because the Cannon Movie Tales' Snow White was made in Israel that it evokes a Hebrew Bible story in this way?