#I’d love to hear other people’s thoughts on this

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- 1 Becomes 2

They say that when you know who the one is you just know. I thought I knew, but I was wrong. So wrong. So wrong in fact I ended up here in small Heath having to take a barmaids job and sorting out the protection from the Peaky Blinders just to keep myself alive.

When I met my now ex, he was kind, handsome, a true gentleman. He had a well payed job and was respected amongst his colleagues. Woman wanted him, men wanted to be him. So when he took an interest in me there was no way I was going to pass up on that opportunity. Woman were envious which gave me a confidence boost… that is until a year into our relationship. He changed from the most gentle, kind guy to an evil son of a bitch. Threats were constantly made, bruises were often appearing on my arm in the shape of fingers, I tried to leave before, but he’d always suck me back in “I do this because I love you” he’d often say “there’s no one else but you. I need you” and I believed him. I believe him until I saw him fucking one on his coworkers butt naked bent over his desk. That was it. The final straw. He didn’t care about me, hell he probably never did. So I packed up my shit and left, but those threats he made never seemed empty.

I’d heard about the Peaky Blinders through the grapevine like most people, but most people don’t pack up their lives and leave to meet the dangerous men of Birmingham.

I finish closing up the Garrison when I hear the bell ring signalling that someone has just entered. I don’t bother turning around thinking it will be one of the regulars

“We’re closed” I say sounding bored

“Good job my brother owns the place eh?” Turning round I see Tommy Shelby strolling his way towards the bar I’m behind, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, peaky cap on his head as it always is. No one can deny that Tommy Shelby is handsome, but men have done nothing but cause me pain and heartache

“Mr Shelby” I acknowledge “whiskey?” Tommy grunts in response

“Make sure it’s…”

“Irish I know” I give him a little smile before turning round and grabbing a glass and Tommys usual whiskey. I slide it over to him as he stubs out his cigarette. I continue wiping down the surfaces trying to ignore the fact that Tommy Shelby is watching my every move making me nervous “is there anything else I can get you Mr Shelby”

“Enough with the formalities. Call me Tommy”

“Ok, Tommy, is there anything else I can get you?” I repeat my question

“Maybe” he replies, but doesn’t continue. Instead he downs his whiskey then rolls another cigarette on his lips before lighting it up. I stand there in silence, not really sure what to say until he finally tells me more

“I have a proposition for you” Tommy points his cigarette towards me while wearing a smirk across his face

“What… what’s that?” I nervously ask

“I want you to accompany me to the Cheltenham Race. I’ll purchase you a dress to wear”

“But why?”

“I heard your ex will be there with his new girl”

“Ok?” I frown still not knowing why Tommy wants me to go with him, but all he does is smirk before leaving alone in the pub.

The day of the CheltenhamRace arrives, Tommy picks me up in his car and drives us there. The ride was fairly quite, but a good quiet. It didn’t feel awkward at all, we we just both enjoying each other’s company. When we arrive, Tommy helps me out of the car

“Thanks you” I smile holding on to my clutch that Tommy bought. I feel him place his hand on my lower back, guiding me into the building

“You look beautiful by the way” Tommy lowly says, just quiet enough for only me to hear and close enough that I can feel his breath by my ear

“Thank you Tommy. You look very handsome yourself”

“This way” Tommy guides me, his hand never leaving the lower part of my back.

We end up in a room where jazz music is playing and many men and woman are dancing. That’s when I see him. I freeze staring at him from across the room

“Let’s show him what he’s lost then eh?”

“Pardon”

“Care to dance?” Tommy holds out his hand, this time he genuinely smiles at me. Not a smirk a real smile. I smile back and take his hand in mine and we begin to dance 

“I’m still confused to why you asked me here” I tell him as our bodies are pressed against one another

“Your ex…”

“No I know he’s here, but why do you care?”

“He’s been threatening you, talking shit about how if he wanted he could come to small Heath and take you back”

“How did he find out where I was? I didn’t tell anyone”

“Do you know who he works for?” Tommy asks. I shake my head in response “Billy Kimber”

“Shit” I breath out feeling scared

“But, he won’t fucking come near you now he knows your under the Peaky Blinders protection”

“Why do you care about me Tommy?”

“I’m drawn to you YN, like I’ve never been drawn to anyone else before. Let me keep you safe”

“I don’t know what to say”

“Say ok” Tommy says dipping me and looking into my eyes. Tommy Shelby is an enigma, but I truly don’t care. There’s something about him that now I’ve had a small taste, I know I’m going to be addicted.

[tkwrites]

i feel like Sarah has very strong feelings about the Harrison Butker drama. 🥲

i know i certainly do !!

She certainly does.

When the video starts making the rounds, she sends it to Quinn with the message, Just letting you know, if you feel this way, we need to be done. 

He sees the message after a 2nd round practice and immediately flips out and calls her. 

“Hey.”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me when you just threatened to break up.” 

“I…didn’t?” she asks hesitantly, unsure of what he was talking about. 

“You just sent me a message. ‘We need to be done?’” 

“Quinn, did you read the whole message?” 

“I…” he pauses, clicking it back open, “no. I see that now. But what is this?” 

“Did you watch the video?” 

“No.” 

“Watch the video, then call me back,” she says before hanging up. 

So he does, grimacing the whole time it’s playing. His mother taught him better than this asshat. 

When she answers, he cuts in before she can even say hello, “Harrison Butker is an asshole.” 

She giggles. 

“Why would you even think I might feel like that? Have I ever made you feel that way?” 

“No.”

“Then why would you threaten to breakup?” 

“I didn’t threaten to break up with you, Quinn.” 

“Your message says, ‘if you feel this way, we need to be done.’” 

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“How else could you mean it? You know I don’t feel like that. You’ve met my mom.” 

“I know…” this was not going the way she thought it would. Truth be told, part of her had wondered if he felt a little like this just by virtue of his job and the people he was around.

“I mean,” shit. Now what was supposed to be something funny was turning into something far more serious. “I guess I just mean, I know in the pro sports world this is a really common view.” 

He hums, understanding sparking, “I know some of the guys feel that way,” he says, “but I don’t, and I hope I never gave you that impression.” 

“You didn’t, not really. I think it was mostly wondering how much of it had rubbed off, you know?” 

He didn’t know. You couldn’t grow up with a woman like Ellen Weinberg as your mother and not have some pretty feminist views. She talked to them often about how much she wanted to play pro sports, but couldn’t by her virtue of being a woman, and that women and girls were just as smart and athletic and worthy of respect as men. 

“Sarah, I know pro sports are pretty misogynistic, but you know me and you know my mom and you know I don’t feel that way. You have way more potential than just being,” he had to stop himself from saying my, “a wife, and mom. You’re smart and I love that about you, and if this asshat said this at your graduation, I’d seriously consider punching him in the face.” 

She giggles, and he can hear tears in her voice. 

“Where’s Huggy?” someone asks on the other side of the door to the room he’d closed himself in. Some kind of office, maybe. 

“I have to go,” he said, “but I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Before she can talk herself out of it, she messages Ellen, Just want to say thanks for raising a good man. 

This was written in about 15 minutes, so please forgive any mistakes or tonal inconsistencies with the rest of the series.

I loved writing out this little blurb, and making Quinn the feminist hero of my dreams. I hope you enjoy it, too.

[vashs-ass]

TRIGGER WARNING // SA

Analysis of Vash and His Assault in Trigun

Now that I’ve finally finished the manga, I want to discuss why I believe the fifth moon incident in Trigun is supposed to represent sexual assault. Apparently this interpretation is somewhat controversial so I’m going to go over how I see it. If you have a different interpretation that’s completely fine, I’m not trying to say one is more correct than the other.

One other thing I will preface this with, is that I do not think Knives canonically SAed Vash. I think the situation is supposed to be metaphor for sexual assault.

So anyways, why do I think it’s supposed to represent sexual assault and not physical assault? In my opinion, Knives’ main objective is not to physically hurt Vash, his goal is to force Vash into preforming non consensual acts.

The symbolism in fifth moon is very heavy handed. This is the first time we see Vash be assaulted. Knives is depicted as completely naked. Yes, there is an explanation for this in the plot but I do think it was a deliberate choice.

Prior to the fifth moon incident, Vash has no memories of what happened at July. This is unusual because Vash does not have a pattern of shutting out distressing events in his life. He’s able to remember his childhood and Rem’s death in great detail. So something about what happened was particularly disturbing and violating to Vash in a way he’d never experienced before. Even Knives notes that this is unusual, apparently expecting the incident would have ‘after effects’ for his brother.

During this initial discussion Vash begins to recall some of the memories of what happened, or rather, what he felt. He describes the feelings surrounding what happened as ‘something horrifyingly sick’.

Now we will get into the meat of things.

The visuals of the actual assault are horrifying. Nightow uses some great body horror to amplify the severity of what is happening to Vash’s body. During this assault, Knives is constantly grabbing at Vash’s body, forcing it to do what he wants. This one particular panel I don’t see talked about much really hit me in the gut, with knives standing naked between Vash’s legs. This is kinda what solidified everything for me.

Knives is almost always seen holding a hand over Vash’s eyes and his heart. This is a very intimate gesture and I think this can have a lot of different reads depending on who you ask. For me covering his eyes further takes away Vash’s control over what’s happening to his body, Knives’ hand clawing at his heart representing his desire to violate Vash’s very being and take it for himself. To possess him. To objectify him.

He asks Vash how it feels, and Vash can be seen sobbing in what I think is emotional agony rather than physical pain. Having this happen to him again seems to have triggered the memories he had tried to burry.

Other people have pointed out that the angel arm can be seen as a phallic symbol. I’m not really sure where I fall on this idea but I thought I’d mention it at least.

I will also point out one more instance of assault after fifth moon because this is not the only time Vash is assaulted by his brother

I think this takes place towards the middle of the manga if I remember correctly. This scene (to me) represents the ‘loss of self’ victims often feel as well as the physical aspect of sexual assault. Knives briefly attempts to force Vash’s body into his. He stabs Vash through his arm, pinning him down in attempt to ‘merge’ Vash with himself. When it doesn’t work he rips it out of Vash which seems to cause him horrific pain.

The fact Vash goes on to use his angel arm to save people later on in the story is very powerful. It was once a reminder of the violations he had endured but he reclaimed it as well as his bodily autonomy.

After this there are a few other more minor instances of Knives violating Vash, but I won’t get into those because I feel I’ve made my point. If you have anything to add I’d love to hear it!

[kkolg]

Info dump for The new dawn au?

oh boy I might ramble

getting this out of the way it definitely takes a lot of inspiration form a ton of other things like my other stories/au’s and WARRIOR CATS OF ALL THINGS, it’s always there🧎‍♀️uhm I’m pretty sure I’ll add little hints here and there for different story elements, I really like hiding secret things in my art including secret messages hidden in the dark where you need to brighten the image and such- I’ll probably say something in the tags to let people know :)

erm erm uhhh story stuff I guess, I actually have a little nod to myself in the au with an alternate version of my sona s.d. K which I need to actually draw- she’s not really me in the au more of her own character cause she’s pretty important but I just thought I’d point that out :D

there are a lot of monsters in the rogue group of dd’s that I plan to draw, with one you might have seen already >:]

gonna say again that parallels in this au are very important, if you’re able to figure out who is sorta supposed to represent who then you might be able to figure out a good chunk of the story, I love theories btw and I’d love to hear them if anyone may have some‼️

Kim’s corruption isn’t what you may think it is, it’s not a virus, it’s not the solver

I’ve given a lot of hints about it actually, so take with that what you will

EDIT: ALSO FUN FACT KIM IS TAKES INSPO FROM MORDECAI LACKADAISY AND C-1 TAKES INSPO FROM JAYFEATHER AND YK FNAF STUFF THANK YOU BYEEEEEE

[natrogersfics]

The Anthology - Chapter 3: Down Bad

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

He’d made it all up.

It’s the only explanation Steve can conjure as he finds a seat in the corner of the café and picks up this morning’s copy of The Daily Star that’s laying on the table, his trusty baseball cap and aviators providing some semblance of cover from the blinding sunshine and the sharp eyes of other patrons.

NAT'S NIGHT OUT!!

He thumbs through the pages until he finds the images promised on the cover. Not only are they grainy from the zoom of the long lens being pushed to its limits, but also a touch overexposed. In any case, it doesn’t matter. He sees them all the same as he runs his hand over the shot of Natasha seated at a booth in a nightclub with a cocktail in hand. Of her dancing with her friends. And finally, of her leaving at the end of the night with a jacket draped over her shoulders that’s at least three sizes too big to be her own.

The last thought ties his stomach in knots, but truthfully, it’s the common denominator in all of the photos that’s most excruciating – the way she’s beaming from ear to ear. Not that he would ever begrudge her for finding happiness. It’s all he truly wants for her. And yet, he’d be lying if he said seeing her having the time of her life doesn’t make him feel as though there’s vice in his chest, slowly but surely squeezing the life out of him.

Since she inexplicably shut him out, his mental real estate has been consumed by trying to understand why. His nights have been divided between ruminating on what he could have done wrong and worrying that something had happened that she’s too afraid to share. Though seeing what’s in front of him now, he realizes that maybe the answer isn’t as complicated as he thought. For that shift between them, that cloying desire for more – be it time, touches… all of it – could have very well been one-sided. Perhaps he had assumed, wrongly, that the feeling was mutual. A severe miscalculation on his part when, in reality, it’s merely something his mind had fabricated to keep him from noticing that little by little, he had been covertly surrendering pieces of his heart to her.

Ah, hell.

His hand flies to his face at the gravity of the revelation, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Hearts were never supposed to be part of the deal. And up until this very moment, it hadn’t occurred to him that he had jumped the gun. Not this irrefutably, at least. But while it’s taken him this long to figure it out, it’s evident that she had seen it first, her actions since then making her stance on the matter loud and clear.

“God, I thought I’d never make it to the end of that line.” Bucky’s complaint interrupts his thoughts, and he looks up in time to see his costar walk up to the table, offering him one of the to-go coffees in his grasp. “You owe me for that one, pal.”

“Add it to my tab,” he says dejectedly, accepting the cup as he rises from his seat. “You ready-”

“And what do we have there?” Bucky says, his lips curling into an approving smirk, and he follows his gaze to see him eyeing the magazine on the table. “Looks like someone had fun last night.”

“Seems so,” he says, and if Bucky is at all offended by his dismissive tone, he doesn’t show it. “Come on.”

They manage to exit the café unnoticed, but it’s as they turn the corner that they hear the telltale clicking of cameras. Next to him, Bucky scoffs. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

He looks up to see the hordes of paparazzi gathered at the end of the block, and with a sigh, he grips his coffee tighter, keeping his head low as he and Bucky begin to approach. As grateful as he is that he gets to do what he loves for a living, it’s times like this that truly made him miss being back home in Brooklyn, where people didn’t pay him any mind so long as he wasn’t blocking their way.

The commotion grows louder as they near, and they’re bombarded by questions the second they enter the melee.

“Steve, how are you doing today?”

“Can we get a smile, James?”

“Is this Cap’s final movie?”

“Excuse me,” he says firmly, bringing his free hand up to push away the lens when the paparazzo that asks the last question gets a little too close for comfort.

“Oh, come on, Steve!” the man says as he continues to follow him. “Just give us a scoop!”

“No comment,” he says, the exasperation evident in his tone now.

“If not about the movie, then something about your costars! There’s gotta be something. Your leading lady doesn’t seem interested in working-”

Anger flashes through him like lightning, and in an instant, he turns, his coffee hitting the ground as both his hands reach for the man’s collar. “What did you just say?” he says practically through gritted teeth. Vaguely, he’s aware of the voices and the clicks of the cameras intensifying as he tightens his grip, but he can’t bring himself to care. “Say it!”

Before he can get a response, Bucky is there, trying to wedge himself between him and the paparazzo. “Steve,” Bucky says, his voice all but pleading. “It’s not worth it, man.” He nods towards the crowd. “Come on, let go.”

He glances at the sea of cameras and phone screens that’s amassed around them before looking back at the man in his grasp who still has a smug look painted on his face. With a final glare at his captive, he shoves him away.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” Bucky says the second they're in the safety of the gym's lobby, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to stop him in his tracks.

His only response is to shrug out of Bucky’s grasp as he heads for the lockers. What did it matter, anyway.

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4 (Coming Soon)

[wubbybubbly]

something that I find fascinating in bridge to the turnabout is when edgeworth says that while he was caught up in the middle of the dl-6 investigation, he had actually met misty fey himself.

I’m sure this was before the channeling began. whether or not he was actually in the room when it happened is up for debate. but because edgeworth never alludes to a reunion with his father, I think it’s safe to say that the police barred him from interacting with his spirit. maybe he was forced out of the room. or maybe he just sat there, crying to himself believing his father was right there and he couldn’t speak to him.

what’s interesting is that edgeworth vehemently dismisses the kurain channeling technique and sees all spirit mediums as frauds (even when mia is channeled in court and clearly visible). so, it’s possible that this anger stems from something a lot more personal than “it’s scientifically impossible.” I think he staunchly refuses to believe in the fey clan’s legitimacy because accepting it means that he could’ve seen his father again, but wasn’t allowed to. so he’d rather think that there is absolutely no way to bring back the dead, ever. it’s a way to protect himself—the police were wrong, so he didn’t actually miss his chance to speak to his dad.

I don’t know, there’s a lot more to edgeworth seeing misty as a fraud than just this, and maybe I’m totally wrong. but it’s a possibility that I thought of.

[devil-doll13]

Some House of Wax/Sinclair Brothers Headcanons I’ve had in my head that I’ve already shared w the server but… The rest of the world deserves to know.

Related to gif, Vincent is the ‘medical expert’ of the house solely because he’s the one who knows the human body/first aid the best. I mean, in the movie we see him stitching up those wounds on what’s-his-face pretty neatly, right? This is also part of the reason why he automatically reaches for Bo during this scene.

Given his birth date was sniffed out by fans before me (1970) and this man looks like he’s a cosplayer sometimes, I truly believe Bo idolised Elvis Presley as a kid, and maybe a bit as an adult as well. He still enjoys listening to rock n’ roll from that era when he’s in a good mood. When he’s in a bad mood, or doing his business™️ in his sex dungeon/basement, that’s when the Marilyn Manson comes on.

All of them have had an alt phase of some sort. For Vincent it was goth, for Bo it was rivethead/industrial rock and for Lester it was grunge.

Les is also down bad fucking horrendous for alt people in general. Yes, he has magazines stuffed down his sofa, yes, they used to be Bo’s.

Bo is allergic to nuts. He also gets really nasty hay fever. I also think possibly him having sensory issues/picky eater could’ve led to meltdowns as we see in the opening. And really, it’s the 1970s/80s do you expect his parents to understand or sympathise?

In contrast, Lester has the constitution of a Greek god somehow and has probably eaten some absolutely vile shit as a kid.

I know most people interpret Vince as sweet and shy but… While I do think he’s more measured and withdrawn compared to Bo, I also think being the ‘favourite’ in terms of being Trudy’s little art prodigy contributed to a sort of spoilt brattiness esp as a kid. (Exhibit A: The ‘Bo Sux’ fridge art in the opening) As an adult, there’s still a sense of entitlement to him. What I’m saying is that he’s an insufferable art nerd lol. He definitely isn’t toothless and his arguments with Bo aren’t necessarily one-sided, he’s just capable of ignoring him when he wants to; he’s used to his twin, after all. While I do think he’s capable of being soft, don’t forget this man killed a woman in cold blood and recorded it. I also think he can get snippy enough during arguments to combat Bo’s generally sharp tongue.

Speaking of which, everyone in the (surviving) family knows ASL. It’s necessary when communicating with Vincent.

Again with how prolific a killer Vincent is, I suspect he may be the one who does the most murder out of all of them. Bo is the handsome ‘face’ of Ambrose, and Vincent is right under the seedy underbelly with a knife, ready to spill guts (and then sew it up again once he’s got them in the workshop). Lester is similar to Bo in that he mostly just guides people toward the town, but I do think he gets his own notions sometimes.

From a more x reader perspective, Bo strikes me as a man who’s most charming when he’s not trying to be. Of course he can put on an act for victims/tourists, but those are just empty words, y’know? Also, has a kinda cheesy side.

I know everyone has Jonesy as Lester’s dog but… I think she’s really Vincent’s. In the movie, she’s always seen with Vin or in the house of wax itself, it’s only when he dies that she goes to Lester. I actually think Les is a cat person (tell me he wouldn’t actually encourage their hunting habits for his own personal collection…) while Vin is a dog person. Also, hot take I think Bo loves snakes and reptiles.

Given that the House of Wax and Ambrose itself is a big ol’ art project, and we’ve seen the state of the church (permanently in the middle of dead ass crusty Trudy’s funeral) I think there may be a sort of difficulty letting go of their past in the brothers, maybe some hoarding as well (I mean we haven’t even seen some of the other houses in Ambrose but this is just speculation). We get the sense that Ambrose is a place where time stands still, forever, until its conservationists finally die. Idk I’m talking out my ass here

[theswedishpajas]

💙🌌💀🌌💙

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Protective wifey core

[ayquemepierdolanovela]

I’m curious about your thoughts on the timeline for when Marta and Fina actually noticed their feelings for one another. I’ve rewatched the earlier episodes and I can’t really decipher Marta’s side. Was it only after the photographer said something? Or after Petra told her about Fina? Was it before all of that somehow? I get that Fina was picking up on Marta’s signals, but I’m wondering more about Marta’s development.

On a side note: I really love how Fina and all the other girls admire Marta’s position and power as a woman in the company, but Marta actually admires Fina more for her bravery and authenticity. I love the complexity and duality of these characters and how that shapes their dynamic.

I’ve been wondering the same thing for a while too, and I’m not really sure myself.

I guess she started noticing Fina after she promoted her in the shop, but there must have been something there before because she singles out Fina all the time, even when she’s just working in the backroom. Marta Belmonte in an interview said she sees it as Doña Marta not wanting to play favourites, but it just goes to show that there is something else there, a closeness from growing up together, perhaps — she did give her a second chance during the interview, after all.

The thing with Petra made her see Fina as her own woman, a woman that lives in a world so far apart from the one she’s used to, and she just wants to know more — more about Fina and more about how she moves through life. But she is scared just as much as she is fascinated by Fina.

In my mind, she knows she is attracted to Fina in a way she can’t quite explain, so she’s running away from what she doesn’t understand and the photographer just makes her face her own reality.

I hope this was a somewhat coherent answer 😅

eta: one of the best things about Marta and Fina is how they see their differences and the qualities they themselves don’t have as something to admire in the other, they’re just so well balanced. And the way they communicate? Amazing.

[ninyard]

this fic I’m writing has “original characters” in it (jeremys estranged brother, trojans who would’ve graduated by tsc + the date jeremy brought to his first banquet) who are essential in some way or another to the plot, but it means there’s some parts where it looks like this, with a whole bunch of names that aren’t from canon, and I don’t want it to be uninteresting

[sanchoyo]

mewtuals why do we think lettuce could telekinetically control water? None of the other mews could control the elements like that (although I wish they would’ve. Would’ve loved if zakuro was just hurling fireballs around actually) 🤨

[askkurofai]

What are your HCs for Kurofai? :)

[phantom-of-innaovitch]

We’ve seen in wings of fire that different tribes can get variants of abilities. Skywings have firescales, Nightwings have their mind reading and foresight abilities, Mudwings have fire resistant scales, Silkwings have flamesilk, Leafwings have leafspeak, and Hivewings have all sorts of variations in abilities from Nerve poison, to stingers or to boiling acid able to be shot from their tails.

This made me wonder, what would other tribes have? Seawings, Icewings, Sandwings, and Rainwings don’t have ability variations, unless you count Chameleons lack of ability to change his scales. So I was trying to think of what those variations could’ve been and here’s what I came up with.

Some Seawings could be born with the ability to speak to ocean life through frequencies in the waves. From plants to animals to the ocean itself, Seawings could hear all sorts of stories from the deep. There could’ve been Seawings in the war of the Sandwing succession who sent out spies, or simply asked for any news that the creatures have seen. Seawings told of Albatross’s massacre by the shells on the shore, Kelp passing along a message that the summer palace was going to be attacked. Octopodes who witnessed Whirlpool attacking Tsunami, Animus touched coral that can tell others what their enchantment is. Maybe this ability could be called “Marine Messaging” and maybe the first Marine Messenger to discover this ability was a Seawing named Starfish. There could’ve been a dangerous substance corroding the ocean, and the waves were able to warn Starfish of the threat so their tribe could evacuate and take care of the problem. As for dragons in canon who I believe could’ve been a Marine Messenger, I think it would be interesting if Whirlpool or Riptide had it. Or Typhoon, the Seawing/Icewing hybrid who delivered Qibli’s enchanted earrings to the Ice kingdom during the plague. He could’ve heard of said plague from the narwhals or the killer whales who live in the freezing waters.

Icewings could have something called “Rime Affixing” this idea was born out of a headcannon I have for Icewings, but I think it works better in this context. A Rime Affixiated Icewing would have large ice crystals constantly forming around them. These crystals would build up and eventually grow into large chunks of ice attached to their scales. This ice could then be carved into whatever they wish. During the war of the Sandwing succession, most Rime Affixiated Icewings chose to carve themselves into a better weapon or better shield. By having their tails have sharp icicles that could easily impale, chest plates to keep them safe from spears or projectile weapons. A thin sheet of ice spread all over their body making them slippery and hard to grab, built in shields on their arms for both protection and as a bludgeon, or small shards that could be ripped off and used as a weapon if they had none left. If not used for battle though, they could carve it into anything else they saw fit. Maybe there was a Queen named Queen Avalanche who was Rime Affixiated, and she made her crown from her own ice. A traveller who carved little pockets onto themselves for any trinkets they encounter. A healer who has vials on them at all times. A flightless Icewing who decided “well my wings aren’t gonna take me anywhere, so let’s have fun with them!” And carved another pair of wings out of ice, or drew beautiful designs onto their scales that wouldn’t be able to stay if they were able to fly. But like Firescales on Skywings, Rime Affixiation can be dangerous if left unchecked. If any ice were to grow on their wings, it would have to be regularly cut off cause they wouldn’t be able to fly with it. Or if you’re stranded somewhere alone and have your claws incased in ice, it’s just going to grow and grow until you freeze completely. So you have to regularly get it carved. For dragons in canon who I think could’ve had it, I think Winter’s sister, Icicle, could have it. Queen Scarlet loved dragons with peculiar abilities after all. Loved to see all the ways they could entertain her on the battlefield, so it makes sense she would recruit Icicle. Darkstalker and Whiteout also having it would be interesting. Whiteout would have it on any white part of her body, and would love to draw designs of what to turn it into. I imagine Foeslayer would carve it out, clumsy at first but she soon gets the hang of it. As for Darkstalker, due to the white scales being under his wings, it would grow to encase them in the time he spent asleep under the mountain. He would wake up thousands of years later to his wings completely incased in ice, unable to be moved. It’s as if the Icewings were still out to get him after all that time.

As for our stupendous SandWings, they could have “Depascent Mimicry” an ability which allows them to copy any sort of injectable toxin they have eaten or otherwise absorbed. DepaMimic Sandwings would also be immune to poisons and other toxins since they have to come into contact with it to absorb the ability. For example, if a Rainwing were to shoot their venom at a DepaMimic Sandwing and it made contact with their bloodstream, it wouldn’t kill them, and would instead allow them to use the venom from their tail barb. Any Rainwing venom that landed on their scales however would melt the affected area like normal. This applies to the Hivewings nerve toxin as well. If a Hivewing were to sting them, it wouldn’t fully paralyze them. It would freeze around the affected area and the DepaMimic would gain the ability to use the nerve toxin too. This affect wouldn’t last forever though. Depending on the dosage they’re exposed to, DepaMimic SandWings could retain the ability to use other poisons for three to thirteen days. They need to have constant access to the poisons to be able to constantly use them, which can be easily achieved by ingesting poisoned food or other objects. During the war of the SandWing succession, DepaMimic Sandwings were often put on the front lines, and because their opponents didn’t know what poison they were injected with, they didn’t know the cure. Manchineel, Elderberry, Iris, Rosary Pea, Death Camas and Mountain Laurel were popular with Burns army. Burn was happy to experiment with the poisons her allies had access to, and would often force her DepaMimics to test the toxin on traitors. Manchineel was also popular with Blisters army, along with Castor Beans, Wild Poinsettia, Angels Trumpet, and Arrowgrass. Many were puzzled by her poisons. Blister was allied with the Seawings, so naturally they looked for the plant responsible along the sea. Which while some were found, others just weren’t. Unbeknownst to them Blister was also allied with the Nightwings, who had learned a bit about the poisonous plants in the rainforest from their expeditions. Blister also would force DepaMimics to pair up, trying to add more to her forces as she learned more and more about toxic plants. It was also a DepaMimic who got her the Dragonbite Vipers she gifted to Burn, their immunity making the job easy. Blaze didn’t care too much for toxins. She was willing to tell Sunny the cure to normal Sandwing venom without much probing, so I don’t think it’s a concern of hers. She also had no Sandwings with Depascent Mimicry allied with her, other than herself of course. Which makes her sisters so mad and she can’t help but find that funny. Glacier however, does care more for the toxins. She mostly wants to know so she can get a good supply of antidotes for all sorts of venom. On the very rare occasions Glacier convinces Blaze to use her abilities, she’ll supply her with some Eranthis flowers or the occasional Winterberry.

Now for the RainWings! I was thinking they could have something related to the passage of time, or more specifically, the past. During Darkstalker’s time, RainWings weren’t seen as useless and lazy. I’ve always wondered what happened with RainWings between then and the Dragonet prophecy, but since they couldn’t read (and had little interest of learning to do so before Glory became queen) they couldn’t consult scrolls or other historical text to fill in the blanks of their history. But what about visuals? RainWings adore pretty things, bright colours and visual wonders. So what if they told stories through paintings? They could have huge murals of rainbow dragons, fluffy sloths and dancing flowers painted onto platforms and woven into huts. And some RainWings could even create such visuals on their own scales. “Vivid Elocution” is what I’ve chosen to call this ability. It would be the ability to create complex visuals like a living projector on their scales and across their wings. RainWings with this ability often are storytellers, fictional and non-fictional. They typically have bigger wings and frills than most RainWings do, allowing more space to tell their tale. Vivid RainWings also have their scales change when they’re dreaming, showing off the unique images our minds create when we’re asleep, and allowing other dragons to better research how dreams work. For canonical dragons who have this ability, I think Orchid and Peacemaker would be cool. Mastermind could’ve paid special attention to Orchid while she was locked in the volcanic Night Kingdom. Studying memories and dreams that swirled through her scales to hopefully gain a better understanding of both the RainWings venom and their habitat. I imagine Orchid would make her scales shift to things that would scare Mastermind, like the volcano erupting early or the RainWings breaking free and melting his scales till he was a puddle. Orchid is a rather docile dragon, but it’s easy to see her willing to to do something like that out of anger for her captors. As for Peacemaker, his NightWing traits are heavily dominant over his RainWing ones, so he wouldn’t be able to fully visualize images across his scales. The most he could do would be on his wings and frills, on the coloured stars sparkling amongst his dark sky. The images he would be able to show would appear as more of a sketch, a moving dot to dot. I’d imagine he also has very little control over it, his projections mostly happening when he’s dreaming or having a very vivid thought. It’s easy to imagine Hope quickly covering his wings with hers when constellations of a huge NightWing with white scales under his wings appeared on her dragonet. Or when he dreamed of a crown made of twisted metal atop someone’s head, or a peculiar hourglass filled with white sand. But also warmer memories, memories of a violet Nightwing and a green SeaWing with bright glowing sapphires in each of their talons. A family of four dragons, one white, one green, one blue, and one a mix of bright whites and deep blues shimmering across their scales.

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frantic/messy post-ch109 theory/brainstorming lol

I am starting to put my cards in yorishiro aoi rn…

so far the two human yorishiros have both been sacrificed to the “god”

aoi went down that same hole, didn’t she? sure, so did akane, hanako, and nene, but they were all already supernaturals or could see supernaturals

aoi, however, only saw supernaturals once hakubo appeared to her… does that count as a sacrifice beginning? and she can still see them… was it permanent when the separation between shores started breaking down, or permanent after she fell down the hole and ended up… still in that boundary and unable to leave?

aoi has been different lately, right? aoi sees supernaturals still and she’s wearing her hair differently and brushing off questions and keeping secrets and her body holds the memory of part of her being taken to the far shore. we haven’t seen aoi since supernaturals started taking over the school—we’ve seen everyone of the main cast except aoi since the flowers starting taking over, if I’m not mistaken? maybe there’s a reveal coming there

and from the clock keeper perspective, what could an entity as objective as time care enough about to make their yorishiro? they constantly need someone new to rule the present…someone alive…someone they are able to manipulate specifically bc they love another person so much

“it is precisely because it is now” does that mean it is precisely because it’s akane???

the thing I'm stuck on with this theory though is the clock keepers tricked akane through his love for aoi, but if the sacrificed kannagi status being a prerequisite for human yorishiro status theory is true, then what was the clock keepers’ yorishiro before the school sleepover and the severance?

this prompts the question as well, can a yorishiro change? if tsuchigomori’s yorishiro is a rock amane yugi gave him in 1969, were there no 7 mysteries, or at least no yorishiros, before that? or did his yorishiro get overwritten by one more emotionally powerful?