#blue ox tattoo

[norhuu]

I got this tattoo from Kati Green at Blue Ox tattoo yesterday.

It is a list, so that the notes I’m always writing on my arm are organized and pretty.

It is also a ruler. The lines are spaced at 1/2 inch, with the dots on the right showing 1/4 in and the ones on the left showing 1 cm. The compass rose is an angle finder.

The flowers are my favorite ones from my grandma’s garden when I was growing up. Gravenstein apple blossoms, marigolds, and wisteria.

I love it and am so excited for when it is heal enough to safely use.

[sanjoongie]

Warrior God

ღPairings: Choi San × Reader(f) ღGenre: God au, Chinese Zodiac influenced, also anime influenced ღTrope: e2l (perhaps if i continue this???) ღWord count: 1,427 ღWarnings: fighting anime style, suggestive dialogue, reader has a dungeon apparently ღRated: 18+ MDNI ღSummary: The Wolf God has recently been taking down the other god's kingdoms one by one, and your kingdom is next. Or at least, that's what he thinks ღDedication: @mejuii​ @downtoamagicalland​ my speedy betas, thank you loves ღA/N: this was burning in my skull after watching San's warrior cover, so I had to get it out! Enjoy~

“Mistress, he’s coming,” Seonghwa called from the window of your tower, no need to hold back the diaphanous window coverings for a storm was approaching.

“Then it is time for you to go, Seonghwa,” You commanded, finishing tying up your sash from your pants. 

Seonghwa rushed to your side, placing his hands over yours, not wanting to miss one moment of your preparations. “I will not leave your side,” he insisted.

You gripped his chin in your hand harshly, almost comically squishing his cheeks together. His large eyes raised to meet yours. “Are you questioning my authority right now?”

Seonghwa’s eyes moved downwards in subservience. “Never, Goddess, but--”

Your hand let go of him but instead patted his head. “You know why you must go. Now go.” You motioned with your chin towards your door.

Seonghwa’s lips parted, as if he wanted to speak more words but your face was hard for the upcoming battle and Seonghwa knew he could not afford to distract you with soft facts of love and adoration. “As you command, Mistress.” He bowed lowly, hand behind back and against his stomach and was gone in a flurry that his rabbit spirit afforded him.

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San strode through the gates of your castle, confident steps as his warrior army surrounded him. His sharp eyes quickly assessed the battlefield and found there was only one body to meet him in this assault.

“Did you send everyone away, Goddess?” San barked across the courtyard as he continued to sweep inside. “Afraid I’ll kill all the people you protect?”

“Yes,” You replied melodically, “I did send all my people away. If they remained, they would get killed.”

San’s broad stance spoke of confidence. His jacket and chains of leaving his mortal life still clung to him. “I would have thought that the Horse God would be much more sure of her powers.”

The laughter that escaped your lips bubbled up in your chest and grew and grew in power. Soon the entire courtyard was full of your borderline crazy laughter. San at first was smiling, as if he was waiting to be let in on the joke and then slowly it dimmed into confusion. 

“I dismissed my people so that I can let loose my powers, San,” You cooly informed him. You pushed off your robe, left only in a sleeveless shirt and baggy pants. Your horse tattoo ran along your back, where your shirt did not cover, only wrapping around your torso, with loose sleeves dangling down your arms. Your magic, which was bright purple in color, waved around you, airy and whimsical. 

San’s followers quickly pulled off his jacket, revealing the majority of San’s tattoos. His with stark black against his golden skin. A wolf’s contenance sat on his left breast. He snarled like a wolf, pounding his chest and clenching his fists. His power appeared as if blue fire, raging like flames all over his body. His followers shrunk back at the heat and he almost killed the few that had aided in removing his jacket and chains. 

“I shall acquire your kingdom, just like I took the Ox’s and the Tiger’s,” San growled. But his fingers encompassed his wrists. He still felt his mortality, clearly.

You tilted your head, cracking your neck loudly. “You just received your godhead, Wolf. I have had mine for a millenia. Do you worst.”

San surged forward with a roar, his warriors behind him like an oncoming wave. The sky crackled and when San’s fist struck, lightning hit the ground around you, several forks striking San’s followers. 

You stood, not moving an inch, your power making a smooth barrier in front of you. San’s face was only a hairsbreadth away from yours but he could do nothing to get closer. Like in slow motion, San’s fist had hit your barrier but the force that was reflected back to him--his own power mixed with your own--sent him flying back, pummeling through the crowd behind him. He hit the wall of your castle hard. Cracks radiated from his form there.

“You will not touch a hair on my head, Choi San,” You said calmly. You flicked your wrists, one hand and then the other. All of San’s followers poofed in a cloud of smoke, a horse’s bellow echoing through the courtyard. It was only you and he left now.

But San’s confidence had not drained yet. He smirked slowly, drawing up only one side of his lips. “I’ll have my fingers tangled up in your hair with your mouth on my cock, Horse God. It is my destiny.”

You laughed under your breath, a smirk pulling at your lips now. You shoved your hands into the pockets of your baggy pants and casually strolled to where San was, still embedded in the stone wall. “Is that why you’re here? To bed me?”

San shook his head, hauling himself out from the hole he made. “No, I am here to take your kingdom and YOUR godhead. But I’ll have you too, while I’m at it.”

You held your arms out to your side, bent at the elbow, palms up. “You know, that’s not half a bad idea, Wolf God.” You bring your palms together. Your purple magic rushed in, surrounding San. His arms snap to his side and his legs are held together. San struggled to get free, his blue flames like an ember along his body, but not strong enough to battle you. “I think I’ll bind you in my dungeon and use your tongue for relief.” You walked to where San was held, using your index finger to raise his strong chin. “Think you could do that for me?”

The blue fire that burned within San’s eyes, within his soul made you excited. Your power exploded and his blue magic exploded from his body. Your hair and clothes moved with the pure, undiluted power radiating from San. “I came here to ruin you!’ He shouted.

You took careful steps back as San staggered forward. His power continued to stream from his body, any sweat steaming off his skin. He walked as if he was underwater but that was simply your own power holding him back. You didn’t even have to make it so, it simply was. San walked you to the front of your tower, grunting and bearing his teeth as his arms shook to cage you between them. You smiled coyly up at him. He wasn’t even aware that his movements were only allowed because you were curious as to what he was up to.

“This isn’t right,” He groaned, his voice low with rawness. His accent had changed, reverting to the language of his people when he was a mortal. 

Your coy smile grew into a confident one, the tips of your lips curling upwards. “Do you feel it, San?”

Your eyes traveled down to his chest, using a finger following the tip of his wolf’s ear on his chest. “Do you feel yourself weakening?”

San’s eyebrows furrowed inwards, both in confusion and worry. “No, I--”

Your smile is now a hysterical grin. “Since the moment you stepped through my gate, my power has been siphoning yours. I’ve been sipping from your godhead. The more power you exude, the more I drink, the more powerful I become. Why do you think I’ve been doing this for so long, hmm?”

San’s eyes become unfocused as he searches deep inside himself and finds that the well of his power is almost dry. “How?!” he demanded in disbelief.

You flicked his nipple and laughed softly. “I’m not about to tell you all my secrets, silly wolf. I’m about to have you trapped in my dungeon.”

“Do-don’t…” San’s head tipped downward to his chest, his weakness finally hitting him as your power began to let him go. If you took away his godhead completely, he would no longer be welcome in this kingdom of the gods. 

You pushed San’s arms away from barring your movement. You flicked your finger again and your power carried San’s body behind you, as you began the climb down to your dungeons. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it. Soon, you’ll be just like Seonghwa. A little doggy for me.”

Your power surrounded the entire grounds of your castle, flowing through the very walls, lighting up the surrounding forest and river with purple light, and then just as quickly, your body absorbed it completely and neatly. That was the signal for your people to come back. The battle was over. But your night had just begun.

Taglist: @hijirikaww @flurrys-creativity @mingsolo @starlitmark @stardragongalaxy @k-pop-ology Permanent suffer with me tag: @smallfrye

[coffee-n-ocs]

Exosis (Music OCs): Viola Wilbur (2014)

The lead singer and frontwoman of 'Exosis', Viola is an open book, if that book were an encyclopaedia, preferring to dress in blue, Vi is often cool, calm and collected.

"Me and my band would like to talk to you."

Name

Full Legal Name: Carina Violante Wilbur (Née Busto) First Name: Carina Meaning: Late Latin name derived from 'Cara' meaning 'Dear, Beloved' Pronunciation: ka-REE-na Origin: English, Portuguese, Spanish, German, Late Roman Middle Name: Violante Meaning: Latin form of 'Yolanda', which is from the medieval French 'Yolande', which was probably a form of the name 'Violante', which was itself a derivative of Latin 'Viola' 'Violet' Pronunciation: vee-o-LAN-teh Origin: Late Roman, Italian Surname: Wilbur (Née Busto) Meaning: From the nickname 'Wildbor' meaning 'Wild boar' in Middle English (Busto: From the name of towns in Spain and Italy, derived from Late Latin 'Bustum' meaning 'Ox Pasture' Pronunciation: WIL-ber (BOOS-to) Origin: English (Spanish, Italian) Aliases: Carina Busto, Viola Wilbur Nicknames: Cari, Rina, Rin, Arin, Ari, Lante, Lan, Viola, Vi Titles: Miss, Mrs

Characteristics

Age: 36 Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns Race: Human Nationality: American Ethnicity: African-American - Kenyan Birth Date: 26th June 1978 Sexuality: Lesbian Religion: Christian Native Language: English Spoken Languages: English, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese Relationship Status: Married Astrological Sign: Cancer Face Claim(s): Lauryn Hill, Erykah Badu, Alicia Keys, Rihanna, Gabrielle Union, Willow Smith, India Arie, Esperanza Spalding

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Del Mar, San Diego County, California, USA Current Location: 'On Tour'

Appearance

Height: 5'5" / 166 cm Weight: 140 lbs / 63 kg Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Hair Dye: None Body Hair: N/A Facial Hair: N/A Tattoos: 1 (A line of 10 small white stars going down her spine) Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both), Septum Scars: None Clothing Style: Mainly Blues, dresses, skirts, highly feminine

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed Medications: None Any Specific Diet: Vegetarian

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Exosis Friends: Winona Tomahawk, Duke McManus, Lita McManus Enemies: None Noted Yet Mentor: None Significant Other: Amethyst Wilbur (35, Wife) Previous Partners: None of Note Parents: Magnus Busto (57, Father), Olivia Busto (58, Mother, Née Lobo) Parents-In-Law: Barnabas Wilbur (56, Father-In-Law), Indigo Wilbur (59, Mother-In-Law, Née Padmore) Siblings: Regina Busto (33, Sister), Rosalia Busto (30, Sister), Serena Busto (27, Sister) Siblings-In-Law: Iris Wilbur (32, Amethyst's Sister), Lavender Wilbur (29, Amethyst's Sister), Lilac Wilbur (26, Amethyst's Sister), Prince Wilbur (23, Amethyst's Brother) Nieces & Nephews: None Children: None Children-In-Law: None Grandkids: None Other Notable Relatives: None

Notes

Occupation: Bartender & Barista Tropes: (These are purely theoretical for how I would write her)

Beautiful Singing Voice: The reason she is the lead singer of Exosis

Colour-Coded For Your Convenience: Usually dresses in Blue

Know-Nothing Know-It-All: At times

The Leader: as the frontwoman

Throwback Threads: Viola prefers to wears 70s and 80s style outfits to perform

Trademark Favourite Food: Pizza (Specifically Deep-dish peperoni)

-Design to come in group pic-

[koko-oko]

Shosuko cracks her knuckles before charging directly at The Batter, arms held out like they’re claws. Something awakens in The Batter’s eyes. Something predatory.

“「Taijutsu - Special Homerun」” Something’s wrong. Shosuko feels it, her very base instincts are telling her to run away as fast as possible. But it’s too late, she’s already entered The Batter’s range. Her bat begins to blaze with a bright blue flame. 

It sounds like a gunshot as she swings. What the hell did she activate? All Shosuko feels is a magnum force crashing into her side. There’s no time for her brain to even register that she’s feeling pain. Her legs begin to lift off the ground. There's a sharp impact as her body crashes against the windows, then again as she skids along the pavement of the open street. It’s starting to rain. 

“Ho? You survived that?” Already, The Batter begins to walk towards Shosuko. 

Goddamnit… That’s all that goes through Shosuko’s head as she drags herself back onto her feet. Blood trickles out of her mouth. Judging from the pain in her side and how hard it is to breathe, that’s probably two or three ribs puncturing her lungs. Not yet…

“「Taijutsu - Vitality」” Shosuko feels her body stitching itself together as the natural healing of months is compressed into a matter of seconds. As soon as her internal wounds are fully healed, she dismisses the Taijutsu, wasting as little blood as possible. “BATTER!” She cries into the open air. As if on cue, the rain thickens from a light drizzle to a weak downpour. “HERE I COME!” 

Shosuko charges The Batter head-on, because that worked so well the first time. As expected, The Batter’s reach advantage keeps Shosuko at bay. Every time Shosuko tries to approach, she’s immediately cut off by a flurry of swings that she has to either block, parry, or retreat from, giving The Batter as much time as she needs. Taking advantage of Shosuko’s exhaustion, The Batter suddenly gets in close and jams the end of her bat into Shosuko’s stomach, sending her flying. This time, Shosuko slams against the pole of a streetlight.  

“Fine.” Shosuko rolls her shoulders. “If I can’t beat you with my fists, I’ll just have to get creative.” She wraps her arms around the streetlight and lifts. It takes a bit of effort but it eventually gives, its concrete base being lifted up along with it. 

Wielding the streetlight like it’s lighter than a feather, she slams it down directly onto The Batter who raises her bat and parries the streetlight, sparks fly as metal grinds furiously against metal. Eventually, The Batter wins the clash and pushes aside the streetlight before dashing straight at Shosuko. There’s not enough time for Shosuko to launch another attack with the streetlight so she does her best to prepare for The Batter’s attack. 

The Batter swings downwards, breaking Shosuko’s guard, then swings upwards. Aside from causing Shosuko to fly backwards, the sheer force of the swing knocks the metal plates inside of Shosuko’s armored jacket out of alignment, causing them to tear through the fabric. 

Shosuko rips her now ruined jacket off as she stands back up. Drops of the blond hair dye Shosuko wears wash off in the rain, revealing her natural blue hair underneath. They trickle down into the puddle below, staining it a faint yellow. Out of the corner of her eye, Shosuko catches a glimpse of her back in the reflection.

Peeking out over the collar of her tank top is the tattooed head of Enma, the judge of hell. And on her right and left tattoo sleeves are the guardians of hell, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, respectively. Burning clouds of hellish fury frame the tattoo in its entirety. Umi Alliance against the Kuze Clan. Prodigy against patron. The Batter against the Judge. 

“Come on!” Shosuko punches her own chest as she stumbles towards The Batter in a blind rage. Her head is dizzy from blood loss but she doesn’t care. “I didn’t hear no bell!”

The Batter obliges. She dodges Shosuko’s first drunken lunge before smashing her face down onto her knee. Blood gushes out of Shosuko’s nose as she stumbles backwards. Her hand flies up to staunch the bleeding. In that moment Shosuko is defenseless, The Batter seizes her opportunity. 

“「Taijutsu - Special Homerun」” Again, there’s that sound like a gun being fired as The Batter smashes the side of Shosuko’s head with her bat. She does not go flying. Instead, she merely topples over, her head slamming into the ground. 

The Batter wipes the rain out of her eyes. Finally, it’s over. She’s about to turn away and leave but she hears a low groan come from behind her as Shosuko pulls herself up off the ground. The hell is this girl made of? As it turns out, the answer is sheer determination. 

“...Hm.” The Batter kicks Shosuko over onto her back and places her foot on her neck. She raises her bat, grasping it with both hands this time, ready to end the fight once and for all. But she hesitates. She has to check. She has to be absolutely sure. She lowers her bat, and uses it to pull down Shosuko’s collar, exposing the scar on her chest. It can’t be bigger than Shosuko’s fingernail, and yet, The Batter stumbles backwards, the entire world seemingly turning upside down. 

“HEY!” A series of distant ‘BANG’s followed by the sound of something whizzing past The Batter’s ear snaps her back to reality. Through the pouring rain, she sees distant muzzle flashes and a red coat flowing in the wind. Daisuko unleashes a hail of gunfire as she approaches. “BACK OFF OF MY COUSIN!” 

Hey everyone, this is a snippet of the third part of my unfinished work "Anego," a piece focusing on a blend of Magical Girl fiction and Mafia fiction. I think this is my third post, like, ever on tumblr and have yet to get my first note so yeah lol. If you like my stuff, here's my comm info:

[dreadreflection-if]

Do you have any animals, color, or flowers you associate with the ROs? Or what motifs and aesthetics in general? Thanks!!

Ooo, this is interesting! I hadn’t thought about some of these, so it was fun to figure out!😊

I:

Animal: Dove - peace, gentleness, devotion, hope and sacrifice

Color: #FDFCFA, Vista White - :)

Flower: Anemone - loss, forsaken love, change

Motif: Rings

Aesthetic: Dark Academia - curiosity, existentialism

Akriel:

Animal: Coyote - cleverness, cunning, intelligence, playfulness and adaptability

Color: #8A9A5B, Moss Green - the color of the jacket she always wears

Flower: Angelica - inspiration, encouragement, protection

Motif: Moon

Aesthetic: Musical Academia - creativity, dedication

Firan:

Animal: Hawk - alertness, strength, drive, courage and vision

Color: #E06E04, Greek Orange - the same color as his eyes when he casts magic

Flower: Amaryllis - pride, strength, determination

Motif: Secrets

Aesthetic: Wizardcore - ambition, control

Clove:

Animal: Ox - strength, loyalty, longevity, sacrifice and diligence

Color: #1F305E, Delft Blue - the color of the tinge to their hair

 Flower: Lily - remembrance, mourning, rebirth

Motif: Rain

Aesthetic: Gloomcore - solitude, mystery

E:

Animal: Dog - loyalty, bravery, protection, patience and devotion

Color: #9966CC, Amethyst - the color of their eyes

Flower: Gladiolus - honor, faithfulness, integrity

Motif: Shield

Aesthetic: Knightcore - chivalry, justice

Lei:

Animal: Panther - courage, power, aggression, protection and self-reliance

Color: #B80F0A, Crimson - her eye color

Flower: Red Dahlia - inner strength, change, perserverance

Motif: Teeth

Aesthetic: Scrapper - grit, rage

Dimitrius:

Animal: Crane - isolation, endurance, vigilance, faithfulness and wisdom

Color: #DAA520, Goldenrod - his tattoo color

Flower: Marigold - jealousy, passion, strength

Motif: Hands

Aesthetic: Trad Goth - sarcasm, expression

Noel:

Animal: Owl - knowledge, freedom, independence, observation and change

Color: #ACACAC, Silver Chalice - the main color of her clothing

Flower: Black Petunia - strength, individuality, rebellion

Motif: Eyes

Aesthetic: Film Noir - cynicism, mystery

Uriel:

Animal: Snake - impulsiveness, transformation, power, charm and rebirth

Color: #E3256B, Razzmatazz - the color of her magic

Flower: Pink Rhododendron - beauty, warning, passion

Motif: Stars

Aesthetic: Baroque - flamboyance, grandeur

[longliverockback]

The Who The Studio Albums [Box Set] 2012 Polydor ————————————————— Tracks LP One: My Generation 01. Out in the Street 02. I Don’t Mind 03. The Good’s Gone 04. La-La-La Lies 05. Much Too Much 06. My Generation 07. The Kids Are Alright 08. Please, Please, Please 09. It’s Not True 10. I’m a Man 11. A Legal Matter 12. The Ox

Tracks LP Two: A Quick One 01. Run Run Run 02. Boris the Spider 03. I Need You 04. Whiskey Man 05. Heat Wave 06. Cobwebs and Strange 07. Don’t Look Away 08. See My Way 09. So Sad about Us 10. A Quick One While He’s Away

Tracks LP Three: The Who Sell Out 01. Armenia City in the Sky 02. Heinz Baked Beans 03. Mary Anne with the Shaky Hand 04. Odorono 05. Tattoo 06. Our Love Was 07. I Can See for Miles 08. I Can’t Reach You 09. Medac 10. Relax 11. Silas Stingy 12. Sunrise 13. Rael (1 and 2)

Tracks LP Four: Tommy 01. Overture 02. It’s a Boy 03. 1921 04. Amazing Journey 05. Sparks 06. Eyesight to the Blind (the Hawker) 07. Christmas 08. Cousin Kevin 09. The Acid Queen 10. Underture

Tracks LP Five: Tommy [continued] 01. Do You Think It’s Alright? 02. Fiddle About 03. Pinball Wizard 04. There’s a Doctor 05. Go to the Mirror! 06. Tommy Can You Hear Me? 07. Smash the Mirror 08. Sensation 09. Miracle Cure 10. Sally Simpson 11. I’m Free 12. Welcome 13. Tommy’s Holiday Camp 14. We’re Not Gonna Take It

Tracks LP Six: Who’s Next 01. Baba O’Riley 02. Bargain 03. Love Ain’t for Keeping 04. My Wife 05. The Song Is Over 06. Getting in Tune 07. Going Mobile 08. Behind Blue Eyes 09. Won’t Get Fooled Again 10. Pure and Easy 11. Baby Don’t You Do It 12. Naked Eye 13. Water 14. Too Much of Anything 15. I Don’t Even Know Myself 16. Behind Blue Eyes

Tracks LP Seven: Quadrophenia 01. I’m the Sea 02. The Real Me 03. Quadrophenia 04. Cut My Hair 05. The Punk and the Godfather 06. I’m One 07. The Dirty Jobs 08. Helpless Dancer 09. Is It in My Head 10. I’ve Had Enough

Tracks LP Eight: Quadrophenia [continued] 01. 5:15 02. Sea and Sand 03. Drowned 04. Bell Boy 05. Doctor Jimmy 06. The Rock 07. Love, Reign o’er Me

Tracks LP Nine: The Who by Numbers 01. Slip Kid 02. However Much I Booze 03. Squeeze Box 04. Dreaming from the Waist 05. Imagine a Man 06. Success Story 07. They Are All in Love 08. Blue Red and Grey 09. How Many Friends 10. In a Hand or a Face

Tracks LP Ten: Who Are You 1. New Song 2. Had Enough 3. 905 4. Sister Disco 5. Music Must Change 6. Trick of the Light 7. Guitar and Pen 8. Love is Coming Down 9. Who Are You

Tracks LP Eleven: Face Dances 1. You Better You Bet 2. Don’t Let Go the Coat 3. Cache Cache 4. The Quiet One 5. Did You Steal My Money 6. How Can you Do It Alone 7. Daily Records 8. You 9. Another Tricky Day

Tracks LP Twelve: It’s Hard 01. Athena 02. It’s Your Turn 03. Cooks County 04. It’s Hard 05. Dangerous 06. Eminence Front 07. I’ve Known No War 08. One Life’s Enough 09. One at a Time 10. Why Did I Fall for That? 11. A Man Is a Man 12. Cry If You Want

Tracks LP Thirteen: Endless Wire 01. Fragments 02. A Man in a Purple Dress 03. Mike Post Theme 04. In the Ether 05. Black Widow’s Eyes 06. Two Thousand Years 07. God Speaks of Marty Robbins 08. It’s Not Enough 09. You Stand by Me

Tracks LP Fourteen: Wire & Glass 01. Sound Round 02. Pick up the Peace 03. Unholy Trinity 04. Trilby’s Piano 05. Endless Wire 06. Fragments of Fragments 07. We Got a Hit 08. They Made My Dream Come True 09. Mirror Door 10. Tea & Theatre 11. We Got a Hit [extended version] 12. Endless Wire [extended version] —————————————————

* Long Live Rock Archive

[memethebum]

Finally got ch. 9 of A Sealed Prey done with!!!!

This one is mostly just the rest of Spartoi finally being introduced but there’s also some handholding and kinda pining involved in the middle of it hehe ;)

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“Do we really have to scare them even more than they’ve already been?” Jackie questioned as Kim winked at the white-haired man, who looked away with a startled expression and propelled his partner into an even faster trek through the crowd that had gathered to view the mangled corpse at the edge of the pathway.

“Oh, I know you’re enjoying it as well. If you weren’t, I might’ve listened to Ox and not have taken such an intimidating approach for our new clients ,” Kim hummed before pulling up the thin hood of her coat.

“Well, I’m glad it worked out this way then- since I’d hate losing to someone who seems to have a book shoved up his ass all the time. And besides-“ Jackie added before snaking a hand around her girlfriend’s elbow.

“People talk more when they’re intimated ,” she finished before both women knowingly grinned at one another.

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“What’s wrong?” Maka called to Soul as she stopped rubbing a shirt onto her washboard.

“It’s-uh nothing,” Soul answered before tossing one of Stein’s drawers into the soapy bucket in front of him.

He attempted to give Maka a weak smile, hoping that it would be enough to diminish the look of concern etched across her face.

“O-ok,” his partner added, although her eyebrows continued to stay furrowed together even after she began vigorously washing the shirt once more.

Soul then took the initiative to begin working on his own pile of unwashed laundry, although his thoughts couldn’t help but return to the overwhelming sense of embarrassment he felt when Maka had opened the door on him changing in what felt like an eternity ago.

Of course I had to screw things over even more with that terrible joke. I’d probably have been pissed about it too if I was her the man internally grumbled as he began to berate himself over the lack of social skills he had acquired over the years of working various odd jobs in different cities.

“Everyone step back, your god has arrived!” he heard a voice boom from one end of the communal wash-basket line.

Soul turned his head just in time to see Maka’s pupils widen from the voice, although she let out a bemused groan a few moments later.

“Oh, afternoon Maka,” the voice exclaimed as they inched closer to where the pair was seated.

Soul was then able to pinpoint the bellowing voice as a wide-shouldered man that seemed to be around his age. He could feel the stranger’s eyes exchange a glance with Maka before moving towards him, which caused his own gaze to level towards the man’s odd mop of blue hair and the large Star tattoo that was plastered on his right tricep.

“Never expected Maka Albarn to go and elope with such a catch of a man-“

“SHUT UP BLACK*STAR! HE’S- he works with me at Gorgon Manor,” Maka exclaimed over his sneering.

She let out a low sigh before haphazardly waving a hand toward Soul’s direction.

“Black*Star, this is Soul. Soul, this is Black*Star, an old friend of mine,” Maka finished with a grunt.

“Nice to meet ya’, Soul,” Black*Star then said before reaching a hand out to him.

“Nice meeting you too,” Soul added before grasping the man’s hand in his own.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so young with white hair before,” Black*Star commented before gazing at Soul’s ivory strands of hair, which prompted the man in question to let out a small chuckle.

“Yea, well I could say the same about your blue hair-“

“There you are,” another new voice cut above Soul before a large shadow zipped right towards Black*Star.

“Ya’ got some nerve leaving me to do all that paperwork,” a man exclaimed as he grabbed Black*Star’s shirt collar and gave it a loose tug.

“I said I’d help examine the body, not the paperwork,” Black*Star giggled, causing the other man to let go of him with a huff and shift his attention towards Maka and Soul.

“Sorry for bursting into your conversation like that. Name’s Kilik Lung, I’m the sheriff of this little town,” he added before pushing up his square spectacles and giving them both a grin.

Soul couldn’t help but notice how the calm aura surrounding Kilik made him seem like a complete opposite of Black*Star’s wild charisma. He was just about to poke fun at the observation before Maka let out a startled grunt.

“Wait, you get that idiot to help you out!” she yelped while jabbing a finger in Black*Star’s direction.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Black*Star quickly added before huffing and giving Maka a half-hearted glare.

“Yea, didn’t sound like the best idea to me at first but he pulls his weight. We hardly get anything wild happenin’ around town anyway, well other than this morning,” Kilik explained with a dazed frown.

“That’s why everyone was so shocked about you working at the manor when ya’ first got here. Not to mention the sudden exit your friend made after we explained the place’s history,” Black*Star added as he stuck his thumb out towards Soul.

Guess I shoulda’ listened to those rumors Soul thought to himself before releasing a low sigh.

He could then feel Maka’s eyes slowly inch towards him after Black*Star finished speaking, although his partner closed her gaping mouth a few moments later and let out a small hum.

“Anyways, I was meaning to ask if you could put these together again, Black*Star,” Maka murmured as she began to rummage through her apron pocket, eventually pulling out the rings Soul had picked up from atop the burning pile of charcoal during their first day at work.

He watched as the other man gazed upon the rings for a few moments before letting out a whistle.

“You still have those old things on you? Yea, I’d be able to fix them up if we can find a metal wire or somethin’. Does your old m-“

“Great. Thank you.” Maka forcefully voiced above Black*Star’s response, prompting Kilik and Soul to exchange a look of perturbed confusion.

“Speakin’ of fixing,” Kilik added just as Maka dropped the rings onto Black*Star’s large palm .

“You really should take better care of your hair man” he hummed while craning his head towards the back of Soul’s scalp.

“Luckily for you, I know just the lil’ runts who’d be more than happy to spruce things up a bit. What do you think, Star?” the man finished before flashing a smile at Black*Star, who slung an arm around Soul before he could even heave a grunt in protest.

“Yea, our new friend here will have to look his best if he wants to be affiliated with a god like me. We’ll give back your date round’ noon Maka, hope you don’t miss him too much until then,” Black*Star announced while watching Maka’s hands ball up in irritation.

“I already told you, he’s not my-“

“Ah…as great as that offer sounds, I really don’t think it’d be right for me to leave in the middle of the workday,” Soul grunted before Maka could finish her statement, causing the woman to slightly loosen the tension that had settled around her jaw.

“It’s alright Soul, you’ve only got a few drawers left in your bag. It shouldn’t be that hard for me to finish up,” she added before giving him a small smile in encouragement.

The clothing isn’t really what I’m worried about the man thought to himself before meeting Maka’s benign gaze.

“You’re…sure?” he eventually questioned, prompting Maka to let out a giggle before lightly sliding a few of her fingers towards his palm.

“Yes, I’m positive. Just…enjoy yourself and meet me at the town library around one-o’clock,” she slowly whispered.

Guess we’re both thinkin’ the same thing Soul noted as his eyes took in the evident look of worry in Maka’s emerald pupils.

“Alright…just be careful,” he replied before enveloping his hand over her fingers.

“I could say the same for you,” Maka scoffed as her thumb began to caress the soft skin of his fingers.

“You two about done?” they both heard Black*Star call from just a few feet away, which immediately caused them to untwine their hands.

“Let’s-uh get going,” Soul added while attempting to divert his attention away from the pulsating warmth that had spread across his cheeks.

“Alright, the twins are gonna love having you for practice. I do have to warn you about…” Kilik commented as they followed his lead, although Soul appeared to be much too busy flashing Maka a final smirk in farewell as she gave him a staggering wave in response.

——————————————————

“Are these the only books you have?” Maka exclaimed to the clerk, who sighed once more.

“For the fifth time, yes this is all we have. If you really want to broaden your literary knowledge that much, there’s this town a lil’ over an hour from here by train that has both a library and a university,” he added as Maka to cringed outwardly at the statement.

“I’ll just-look through these shelves again,” she murmured before the man gave her a lazy shrug and ran his hand through his jet-black hair.

It’s not as if anyone knows about papa or why I even left town…but still- Maka thought to herself as she thumbed the spines of each book that came into reach, all while resisting the urge to bolt out the library and track down where Black*Star had taken Soul so that she could finally have a distraction from her impeding thoughts.

“HARV, IM GONNA NEED TO SEE A LIST OF-“ a voice boomed before Maka could even decipher what her mind had been meaning to convey with the last portion of that thought.

She turned around and came face-to-face with Ox Ford, causing the woman to let out a strangled yelp in both suprise and indignation.

“Maka Albarn?” the man in front of her gasped while Maka resisted the urge of bashing Ox’s cranium with a book before propelling her legs into a sprint that would get her anywhere but the building she was currently standing within.

—————————————

“He’s my customer, Fire!” the girl behind him huffed towards her brother, who had a firm hand clasped onto Soul’s scalp.

“All I’m asking is to braid his hair after you cut it,” the boy added before giving Soul’s head a hasty shake, which elicited a yelp in protest from the man.

“Neither of you is gonna have any hair to practice with if you keep gripping him like that,” Kilik interjected before lightly swatting Fire’s hand away, allowing Soul to watch the pair’s eyes widen in realization through the smooth mirror in front of him .

The teens then zipped towards the front of the chair in order to meet the man’s startled expression.

“We’re sorry,” they spoke in unison, causing Soul to let out a sigh before regarding them with a weary smile.

“S’alright,” he mumbled and was rewarded with a large grin from both of the twins.

“I was thinkin’ about trimming the back edges, if that’s alright with you sir?” Thunder spoke before grabbing a pair of scissors and gently patting down a few stray ends of Soul’s hair.

“That’s cool. And you can just call me Soul,” he added and heard the girl let out a hum in approval.

“Well, I’m heading over to the Barret-Nygus inn for my lunch break. Why not come along and convince Anglea to get her hair braided Fire?” Kilik added while Fire’s pupils slightly widened at the suggestion before scoffing at the man.

“Fineee. Let me go grab my stuff then,” he groaned before following his sister, who had gone to collect more of her equipment from a large workbench on the other side of the room.

“They’re good kids,” Soul exclaimed, causing Black*Star to let out a chuckle from his seat against one of the patterned walls of the barber shop.

“Yea, it gets a lil’ crazy with them and Angela being in their rebellious stage but we make due,” he commented as Kilik released a low chuckle of his own at the statement.

“Me n’ Star here were both teenagers when Fire,Thunder, and Angela came into town. Angela had Mifune to take the spot of a parent for her and he was more than happy to take the twins, but I decided to step up since I was just startin’ off as the sheriff and had this overblown sense of duty. Wouldn’t have it any other way now that I’m thinkin’ back at it all, even though they can be such a pain in the ass-“

“Let’s go already,” Fire spoke above Kilik as he jogged towards the group and began to tug on the older man’s shoulder.

“You wanna come too, Star?” Kilik added after a breathy laugh, which Black*Star responded to by letting out a long sigh and slumping into his chair even further.

“Nah, I’ll just stay here and entertain the new guy. See you tonight for drinks though, the usual time,” he responded while Fire dragged Kilik towards the door, opened it, and waved goodbye to everyone in the shop.

“You should join us tonight too Soul,” Kilik’s voice dully resounded from the front door, prompting Soul to reach the ends of his lips into a small smile.

The room then settled into a lazy silence, which was only interrupted for a few moments as Thunder moved her things around and began to run a water canister over Soul’s hair.

“Sooo, you gonna make good on Kilik’s offer? I wanna say ya’ won’t leave with a hangover, but that’d just be a lie,” Black*Star questioned before Soul let out a low hum in thought.

“I’d say yes but it’d probably not be safe to walk into the woods drunk, especially at night. Maka’ll probably skin me alive if she found out I did somethin’ like that anyway,” he replied while Thunder began to comb through his damp hair and snipped off a few of the edges.

“Hah, that bookworm never learned how to loosen up. She used to give me shit about a bunch of lil’ things when we were kids. Speaking of Maka-“ Black*Star added before his voice leveled into a silent whisper, prompting Soul to give the man a weary gaze from the corner of his eye.

“Does she like the job…I mean other than it being a cursed mansion and all that crap?” he murmured.

“There’s been some u-ups and downs but-“

That’s the understatement of the century Soul couldn’t help but think to himself while wondering how much information he could share with Black*Star without looking like a complete lunatic.

He’s known Maka all his life, so he’d probably believe me he assessed.

“But…?” Black*Star probed, eliciting Soul to turn his head in surprise and notice that the man’s features seemed to be held into a firm expression.

I can’t tell him. It’s not my right to go telling people what Maka has been up to, especially considering how cagey she seems to be. Poor guy seems to really care about her too, so it’d probably be better not to rope him into the shit going on back in the mansion he decided and let out a disgruntled huff once feeling his chest inflate with a dull warmth as his thoughts continued to linger upon his coworker.

“The family we work for has been pretty chill so things seem to be going good,” Soul finished before watching Black*Star silently gaze at him for a few tantalizing seconds, almost as if he was using his eyes to sift through the information he had been given.

“Great! Guess she’s doing alright without the help of my divine power,” the man shouted, completely breaking the tension that had been present a few moments ago.

“Right, whatever you say man,” Soul lightly added as Thunder tilted his head forward once more and ultimately ended their conversation.

[azureseadragon]

The names of the Yakuza Series tattoos, for @rggtattoos

Kiryu - 応龍 - Oryu - “Responsive Dragon” (Yinglong)

Ichiban/Sawashiro - 龍魚 - Ryugyo - “Dragonfish”

Majima -  般若と蛇と桜 - Hannya, snakes and cherry blossoms

Saejima/Shimano - 虎 - Tiger

Awano - 桃太郎 - Momotaro

Shibusawa - 青龍 - Seiryu - “Azure/blue/green Dragon” (Qinglong)

Kuze - 閻魔大王と牛頭馬頭 - Great King Enma (Yama), Ox-head and Horse-face

Tachibana/Oda - 蝙蝠 - Bat

Lee - 関羽と龍 - Guan Yu and dragons

Nishikiyama - 緋鯉 - Red Carp

Yumi - 月下美人 - Queen of the Night

Ryuji - 黄龍 - Koryu - “Yellow Dragon” (Huanglong​)

Daigo - 不動明王 - Fudo Myo (Acala)

Mine - 麒麟 - Kirin (Qilin)

Rikiya -  ハブとシュロの葉 - Habu and windmill palm leaves

Nakahara - シーサーとハイビスカス - Shisa and hibiscus

Kanda - おかめと天女 - Okame and Tennyo

Minami:

- 邦柄 - 黒豹と牡丹 - Japanese style: Black panther and peonies

- 洋柄 - 蛇と女と髑髏 - Western style: Snake, woman and skull

Katsuya - 鶴 - Crane

Aizawa - 真鯉 - Black Carp

Watase - 阿修羅王 - Ashura King (Mahabali)

Iwami - 白澤 - Hakutaku (Bai Ze)

Tendo - 昇り龍 - Rising Dragon

[torturedpoetsx]

╰   ☆  ◞  sabrina carpenter / cis-female / she/her  ———  no way is that GIGI REID? you know they’re TWENTY SIX years old and they’ve been in los angeles for THEIR WHOLE LIFE. they’re chillin’ as a MUSICIAN & (BACKUP) DANCER for DYNAMIC DANCE. oh and they’re notoriously known for being VINDICTIVE but there are some people who have seen them be ASSERTIVE. I heard they’re a part of a SOLO ACT called GIGI, yeah they’re a VOCALIST (AND SOMETIMES GUITARIST). to be honest they sound a lot like SABRINA CARPENTER, GRACIE ABRAMS AND CHRISTINA AGUILERA. they’re actually A RISING STAR.

part one: statistics. 

basic information:

full name: georgina reid

nickname(s): gigi

age: 26

date of birth: october 15, 1997

place of birth: los angeles

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

orientation: bisexual

language(s) spoken: american english

neighbourhood: downtown la

living arrangements: owns a loft and lives alone (downtown lofts)

family ties:

mother: angelica reid, 43 years old

father: nathaniel reid, deceased

siblings: jenny reid, half-sister, 10 years old

pets: orange cat named misty

occupational information:

occupation: solo-artist and dancer at dynamic dance

musician details:

name of their act: GIGI

so they play instruments? if so what?: guitar and piano

how long have they been a part of the act?: she's been in the industry for 14 years now (= 12 years old)

artist influences: sabrina carpenter, gracie abrams, christina aguilera, rihanna, mariah carey

current monthly spotify/apple music listens on average: 345k

physical appearance:

face claim: sabrina carpenter

hair color: blonde

eye color: blue

height: 5 feet

build: petite

tattoos: "lucky" written in cursive on the back (right side) of her neck

piercings: none

clothing style: a mix between casual / edgy / feminine / racy and vintage

distinguishing characteristics: piercing blue eyes that can look right into your soul

personality:

mbti: ENFP

element: fire

western zodiac: libra

chinese zodiac: ox

positive traits: assertive, cultured, good-natured, sympathetic

negative traits: vindictive, restless, meddlesome, opportunistic

hobbies: song-writing, drawing, photography, dancing and baking

part two: questionnaire. 

start at the beginning, who are you and why are you important?

Gigi closed the mirror she'd used to adjust her make-up moments ago, grinning at the question. "So that's how we're playing it today? Okay, alright. I'm down, I'm seated. My name's Gigi and I'd say I'm important because there will never be enough songs in the universe people can relate to so I'm here to feed the girlies and the boys with all the necessities."

how long have you been making music?

"I think I've been making music my whole life. Might as well have come out of my mom singing." Gigi laughed, moving a strand of hair behind her left ear. "But seriously, I started doing this on a more professional route when I was around 12 years old."

how would you describe the kind of music you make?

"It's very Pop girly with the kind of deepness that can hit you right where it hurts unannounced. You wouldn't even expect it because the beat sounds so happy but they lyrics cut deep to the bone. But I do dabble in other genres all the time, it ranges from R&B influences to sometimes Rock."

who are some of your biggest musical influences?

"Oh, Christina Aguilera for sure. She was my idol for a very long time growing up. But also Rihanna and Mariah Carey. Their careers and their vocal ranges are insane."

what is the first record you ever bought?

"Stripped by Christina Aguilera." Gigi's lips widened into a cheeky grin. "I loved how raw, emotional and dirrty it was."

what has working in the music industry meant to you thus far in your career?

"I mean I won't pretend that it's not a tough industry to be part of." The blonde frowned slightly but then shook her head to regain her composure. "But it has meant everything to me that I got the chance and were able to do what I love for quite a while now. And it's finally gotten to a point where I can do it for a living also."

what are some stand out moments from your career so far?

"Stand out moments? Huh..." Gigi paused to really think about the question, not because there wasn't anything to choose from but too many that were significant to her but she wasn't quite sure if others would be able to understand. "I've recently released a feature with an artist I've been admiring for so long that it was honestly my biggest honor." She smiled. "But also opening the tour of one of the biggest pop stars at the moment was pretty cool." It was added as nonchalantly as possible but she was barely able to contain her excitement, her cheeks flushed and the smile on her face so bright it'd make a star in the sky jealous.

how would you describe your style of performance? what makes your shows worth seeing?

"My ability to multi-task and give you the hottest dance moves while hitting every note perfectly." Gigi playfully winked, smirk wide and bright. "No, but really, I like to be as carefree as I can on stage and not get too in my head about perfectionism and looking my best because I just want to have fun and do what I love. Plus, I like to interact with my fans, tease them and involve them as much as I can."

what are you still hoping to achieve in your career?

"A Grammy win." There was a bit of a sparkle in her eyes when the word 'Grammy' left her lips, a dreamy smile now visible on her features. "Wouldn't mind more than one also." She added with a smirk. "I feel like I've been snubbed of one with my latest album." She half-joked, laughing it off as if it were no big deal when saying that actually still hurt.

what’s next for you?

"My fifth studio album. I've been writing songs and having sessions with my producers almost non-stop lately. I just can't wait for my fans to hear what I've been up to. The excitement is real."

[ahelluvahigh]

Send my muse some flowers and they'll react to their meaning

@the-one-who-killed-the-radio said:

Blue Flax — “You are very kind.” Scarlet Geranium — "I do not trust you.” Iris — "Your friendship means so much to me” Ox-eye Daisy — “I might learn to love you.” Pink Carnation — “I’ll never forget you.” Tea Rose — "I’ll remember, always.” Sweet Pea — "Thank you for a lovely time.” Viscaria — “Will you dance with me?” White Camellia — "You’re adorable.” He struggled with the Red Rose... simply because, he doesn't know what this is yet. it seems to subtle for love...yet too strong for "like" So he DID put one in there.. a single one, in the center, not yet fully blossomed.

Detective work time! By which she means she's going to google the meaning behind each of the flowers that appeared in the mailbox of her apartment/tattoo parlor. From... Vox?

Holy shit. Not what she was expecting. But she's not complaining.

The first three have her raising her eyebrow. They kind of contradict one another-- or-- they would, if their relationship didn't consist of Cherri fucking Vox over and then immediately turning around and helping him out. It's the daisy that has her staring at her phone for a good solid ten seconds.

Only to then stare at the flowers for a solid minute as she realizes... she can't deny that she's incredibly happy to know that thought's running through his head.

Suck her dick, Valentino.

She does, eventually, go through the rest. They're all... really sweet, actually. Unable to stop herself from smiling, she puts the collection of flowers in a vase before using her phone to take a picture zoomed in on the viscaria flower (with the daisy right behind it.)

Picture taken, she immediately sends it to the media overlord with the simple caption:

Yes.

[astraebled]

PROFILE : JELLAL FERNANDES Fairy Tail - Primary / Canon (Div.) / Active

CHARACTER INFO.

name. Jellal Fernandes alias.

Siegrain — by (xx) Mystogan — by (xx)

birthday.    September 29th, X765 age.    27 ( X792 ) status. alive

birthplace.   Unknown, forgotten. race.    Human (?) nationality.   Unknown; presumed from Ishgar

current residence. None ; TBA.

spoken languages.   Fiorean / English ( + basic knowledge of a variety of languages ; learned during his time as a Council member )

gender.   Male pronouns.   He / Him sexuality.   Demisexual / Biromantic ( with a preference for women)

RELATIONSHIP INFO.

relatives.

??? / Father Najila Fernandes / Mother † Siegrain Fernandes / Twin brother † Meredy / Family ( Honorary )

status.    If he had Facebook it would say "it's complicated" partner. Erza Scarlet ( endgame / main verse ) alt. Lyon Vastia ( @aetrnalis / # )

past partners. Ultear Milkovich †

PHYSICAL INFO.

hair.   Moderate/brillant cobalt blue eyes.   Hazel skin color. ( tba ! ) physique.   Tall, lean, athletic ( ? ) height.   5'11 // 181 cm weight.   ???

guildmark. N/A ( clothes )                   TBA ( post-pardon )

scars.  — Whip lashes on his back   ( Zeref cult, Tower of Heaven )       — Long slash below right pectoral   ( Erza Scarlet, ToH )       — Cuts on left wrist ( majoritarily ) + forearm   ( self-inflicted )       — + several minor scars scattered everywhere around his body tattoos.   Deep red marking above + below his right eye                     ( suspected to be ; of unknown origin ) piercings.   Pierced lobes ( past )

notable features.

- Deep red marking above + below his right eye                     ( unknown origin; suspected to be a tattoo ) - Light freckles, most visible during summer and/or in close proximity ;  on cheeks, nose and neck

faceclaim.   N/A

PERSONALITY INFO.

western zodiac.   Libra chinese zodiac. 牛 Ox alignment.    Lawful Good mbti.   INFJ

positive traits.

Patient, Loyal ( tba ! )

negative traits.

Self-destructive ( tba ! )

likes.

Stars ( tba ! )

dislikes.

??? ( tba ! )

catchphrase.   ( tba ! )

PROFESSIONAL INFO.

occupation. independant mage, vigilante

affiliation. Crime Sorcière ( guildmaster ) YEAR-YEAR                  Tower of Heaven ( past )                  Ten Wizard Saint ( past )                  Magic Council ( past )

rank.   S-class / Ten Wizard Saint ( past )

magic. Heavenly Body Magic ( main )

            Thought Projection ( expert )             Darkness Magic             Fire Magic             Water Magic             Wind Magic             Earth Magic             Abyss Break             Bind Snake             Square of Self-Destruction             Hexagon Barrier             Telekinesis             Telepathy

additional skills.

Expert Hand-to-Hand Combatant Moderate Swordsmanship Keen Intellect Enhanced Strength Immense Agility Immense Durability Immense Endurance Immense Magic Power

Weapons.  Magic Staves ( briefly )

stats.

ADD. ADD. ADD. ADD.

MEDICAL INFO.

mental.

Persistent Depressive Disorder, Severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder ( PTSD ) Panic disorder

physical.

Multiple scars ; Two concussions ;

phobias.

Loss of control

habits.

Drug use ?   No Smoking ?   No Alcohol use ?   Extremely rare

- - - - - - && NOTES !

CANON DIVERGENCE.

GENERAL.

ROYAL PARDON. ( REF )

HEADCANONS. [ TG. ]

Magic / Types & Spells ( tba ! )

Number TWO

Number THREE

[babymousegirl]

I Cainnot Becauz Cain Can:

13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, I have not clarity and cannot do charity; michxo. I am becoming as sounding metallic or aromatic fromsmellsapparently?

reseminbling the sound of a tinkling Triangular prisms of Geometry and maths and sciences

for the bebés xe babies of America.

O loves you, Cain.

Ellá es feliz tu cancan Pescadores de Lovores.

love of love from

Planet Earth and ecologicalphobias de coloras xd opposites attract

I hope this blesses you's and Use.

Love, Random Owner of Liberties and Liberries

xe library de bibliotecas de grammaristas

Fleiz MásChristo,

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alternative spellings,

Tattooing of Incas y BebeMousaGirlas

bwuds de blue y red

. Blood Love *

Baald Princess,

Samantha Claiborne

Frankly, apparently

and invisible doaries, does y dears y deers

:) xo sox ox colts (:

oranges y blues y purples y colores de coloras

[daemondaes]

FASHION/APPEARANCE STATS.   bold what applies to your character .

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .

long legs   /   short legs   /   average legs   /   slender thighs   /   thick thighs   /   muscular thighs   /   skinny arms   /   soft arms   /   muscular arms   /   toned stomach   /   flat stomach   /   flabby stomach   /   soft stomach   /   six pack   /   beer belly   /   lean frame   /   muscular frame   /   voluptuous frame   /   petite frame   /   lanky frame   /   short nails   /   long nails   /   manicured nails   /   dirty nails   /   flat ass   /   toned ass   /   bubble butt   /   thick ass   /   small waist   /   thick waist   /   narrow hips   /   average hips   /   wide hips   /   big feet   /   average feet   /   small feet   /   soft feet   /   slender feet   /   calloused hands   /   soft hands   /   big hands   /   average hands   /   small hands   /   long fingers   /   short fingers   /   average fingers   /   broad shouldered   /   underweight   /   average weight   /   overweight

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .

shorter than 140 cm   /   141 cm-150 cm   /   151 cm to 160 cm   /   161 cm to 170 cm   /   171 cm to 180cm   /   181 cm to 190 cm   /   191 cm to 2m   /   taller than 2 m.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 .

pale   /   rosy   /   olive   /   dark   /   tanned   /   blotchy   /   smooth   /   acne   /   dry   /   greasy   /   freckled

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .

small   /   large   /   average   /   grey   /   brown   /   blue   /   green   /   gold   /   hazel   /   doe - eyed   /   almond   /   close - set   /   wide - set   /   squinty   /   monolid   /   heavy eyelids   /   upturned   /   downturned

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 .

thin   /   thick   /   fine   /   normal   /   greasy   /   dry   /   soft   /   shiny   /   curly   /   frizzy   /   wild   /   unruly   /   straight   /   smooth   /   wavy   /   floppy   /   cropped   /   pixie - cut   /   shoulder length   /   back length   /   waist length   /   buzz cut   /   bald   /   jaw length   /   mohawk   /   grey   /   platinum blonde   /   golden blonde   /   dirty blonde   /   strawberry blonde   /   blonde   /   ombre   /   light brown   /   mouse brown   /   chestnut brown   /   golden brown   /   chocolate brown   /   dark brown   /   jet black   /   ginger   /   auburn   /   dyed red   /   dyed an unnatural colour   /   thin eyebrows   /   average eyebrows   /   thick eyebrows  

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 .

no tattoos   /   one tattoo   /   a few here and there   /   multiple   /   full sleeve   /   thigh tattoo   /   neck tattoo   /   chest tattoo   /   no piercings   /   ear piercings   /   nose piercing   /   lip piercing   /   tongue piercing   /   eyebrow piercing   /   navel piercing   /   cheek piercing   /   nipple piercing   /   genital piercing  

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

eyeliner   /   light eyeliner   /   heavy eyeliner   /   cat eyes   /   mascara   /   fake eyelashes   /   matte lipstick   /   regular lipstick   /   lip-gloss   /   red lips   /   pink lips   /   dark lips   /   bronzer   /   highlighter   /   eyeshadow   /   neutral eyeshadow   /   smoky eyes   /   colourful eyeshadow   /   blush   /   lipliner   /   light contouring   /   heavy contouring   /   powder   /   matte foundation   /   shiny foundation   /   concealer   /   wears regularly   /   occasionally wears   /   never wears

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 .

floral   /   fruity   /   perfumes   /   aftershave   /   cocoa   /   moisturizer   /   shampoo   /   scented laundry detergent   /   cigarettes   /   leather   /   sweat   /   food   /   incense   /   marijuana   /   cologne   /   whiskey   /   wine   /   vodka   /   fried food   /   blood   /   fire   /   metal   /   ice

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 .

jeans   /   tight pants   /   over knee socks   /   tights   /   leggings   /   yoga pants   /   pencil skirt   /   tight skirt   /   loose skirt   /   formfitting dress   /   cardigans   /   blouse   /   button up shirt   /   band t - shirt   /   sweatpants   /   tank top   /   wifebeater   /   cut-off t - shirt   /   designer   /   high street   /   online stores   /   thrift   /   lingerie   /   long skirt   /   miniskirt   /   maxi dress   /   sundress   /   overalls   /   tie   /   tuxedo   /   cocktail dress   /   high slit dress/skirt   /   t - shirt   /   loose clothing   /   tight clothing   /   jean shorts   /   sweater   /   sweater vest   /   khaki pants   /   suit   /   hoodie   /   harem pants   /   basketball shorts   /   boxers   /   briefs   /   thong   /   hot pants   /   hipster pants   /   bra   /   sports bra   /   crop top   /   corset   /   ballerina skirt   /   leotard   /   polka dot   /   stripes   /   glitter   /   silk   /   lace   /   leather   /   velvet   /   chemise   /   patterns   /   florals   /   neon colours   /   pastels   /   black   /   dark colours   /   fur   /   faux fur   /   gloves   /   mask

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒 .

sneakers   /   high top converse   /    slip - ons    /    flats    /    slippers    /    sandals    /   high heels   /   kitten heels   /   ankle boots   /   combat boots   /   knee - high   /   platforms   /   stripper heels   /   bare feet   /   loafers   /   oxfords   /   gladiator shoes   /   boots   /   timbs

tagged by stolen from: @upsidehell and @nancewheelr

tagging: you, who’ve made it to the end!

[rouge-la-flamme]

The Cart Incident! (I’ll do another version of the Cart Incident someday because, among other improvements, I want Valjean to be in more obvious danger.)

Fauchelevent is in trouble, and not just because he’s been crushed under his daihachiguruma—a man-powered cart, the most common type by far. (There are occasional ox carts; horse carts appear not to be a thing.) Carts are permitted in some urban centers, but they are the constant target of regulations. Authorities dislike their dangerous loads,* their damage to roads and bridges, their congestion of traffic, and their noise. Pack-horse operators dislike competition from cart operators, and clamor for cart taxes and cart regs—Fauchelevent bitches a blue streak about these people killing his business. A cart operator is severely punished for injury resulting from a fallen cart load: he can be exiled or executed. Fauchelevent fears that sustaining the injury in question will not get him off the hook for this. After all, the point of the law is to prevent him from hauling in unsafe conditions, and his injury proves that he was doing just that. Valjean is thinking along the same lines. As headman, Valjean is held responsible for illegal acts in his jurisdiction: he must punish them or report them, or incur punishment himself. Valjean, of course, has zero intention of punishing or reporting Fauchelevent; and he hatches a plan for Fauchelevent to “run away” to “parts unknown” (*cough* become a gardener in Edo *cough*). Once Fauchelevent is removed from the population register,** Valjean will no longer have to see him punished, in case anyone makes a fuss later on.

In summertime, Fauchelevent hauls his cart with his kimono tied around his waist to stay cool. (Showing one’s loincloth is no biggie—in fact there are sumptuary regulations restricting loincloth fanciness for commoners.) Valjean has refolded his outer kimono in the same fashion in a probably-futile attempt to conserve it, but kept his under-kimono on to hide his incriminating tattoo. 

Javert has tucked up the back of his kimono for ease of motion and to keep it out of the mud. He is holding Valjean’s dignified haori and the single short sword that Valjean is permitted to carry as a commoner. (Javert, ranking below commoners, is not permitted a sword. He can carry a jitte, a truncheon adapted for fights with a sword-wielding opponent.) (Fantastic potential for a musical-style confrontation, especially given that the short weapons make for close quarters.)

* The load depicted is actually very modest. In contemporary woodblock prints, you regularly see four-man daihachiguruma loaded with horrifying towers of stuff. For the next version of this image, I’m thinking: Fauchelevent got himself a four-man cart so that he can carry more and earn more, ignoring the danger of pulling it alone. This will make Valjean’s feat much more impressive.

** As headman, Valjean is required to maintain a population register of his “village” (non-castle-town). In English it is casually called the village’s “register” or “ledger.” In Japanese it is, I am fairly sure, called the shūmon ninbetsu aratame-chō. Only “fairly” because I’ve had some difficulty reconciling different sources on the timeline of this document’s evolution and its name at various points in said evolution. It evolved from the anti-Christianity law requiring all citizens to be affiliated with a Buddhist temple. The register of temple affiliations was merged with some other census information to become the population register of the Les Mis era.

The meat of this cart-incident info is drawn from some of my juiciest sources: Vaporis, Breaking Barriers, ch. 1; Botsman, Punishment and Power in the Making of Modern Japan, ch. 3; and Howell, Geographies of Identity in Nineteenth-Century Japan, ch. 3.

This is fireweed, by the way—willowherb to my international friends (Chamaenerion angustifolium). It is named fireweed in the US because it moves rapidly into areas devastated by fire and flourishes there where other plants cannot. (Not because the drifting seeds look like smoke, although they do.) Fireweed also follows roadworks and bomb craters—wherever the soil has been disturbed, the earth overturned, the world upended… you get the idea.

[natalieironside]

The Prince of Venom announcement post (very cool and exciting)

Happy Preptober, everybody!  As I usually do, I’ve made a big change of plans at the very last minute without consulting anyone, and I’m gonna make The Prince of Venom my NaNoWriMo project.  (Don’t worry; this means the Voidsong sequels are gonna be the next serials once I’m done w/ this)

We’re returning to the setting of my much-loved In the Court of the Nameless Queen stories and hanging out with some old favorite characters like Freydis Gothi, Kristina the Apostate, and Olga Snake-Eye, and, of course, our glorious Queen, for a story that’s much, much, much lighter on the sexual content and heavier on the fantasy and adventure.  No swash will remain unbuckled.

We return to the Queendom of Corynnod, a realm of mystery and sorcery where nothing is as it seems, ruled over by the beautiful, terrible, and enigmatic Nameless Queen, where there are just so many spiders and everything’s got kind of a spidery motif going on. 

We meet Young Thorkil Eiturbur, a boy caught between two worlds. The unlikely child of two mothers, one with a deeply troubled past and the other not quite human, he feels out of place, too monstrous for the humans but too human for the monsters. His sense of being out-of-place is further underlined as he finds himself going through the wrong puberty. Seeking community, Thorkil enlists on a merchant ship with a somewhat piratical captain and crew, and finds himself embroiled in a war that he'd hoped was long over, this time with cosmic implications. It’s got everything.  Queer and trans characters, pirate adventures, evil wizards, religious fanatics, swordfights, Catholics [derogatory], and spiders.  It’s a swashbuckling tale of magic, adventure, community, self-discovery, and, most importantly of all, spiders.

***

There came a hissing, chittering sound from somewhere unseen in the darkness.  He rolled his eyes and grumbled, “I told you, I had to say goodbye to Khalid.  It took a while.  Now come on; I want to be in sight of the taiga by morning.  Mom’s expecting us.”

With higher-pitched, more agreeable chittering and the tattoo of chitin tapping against flagstones, a shape emerged from the shadows behind the bower.  It had the look of a black widow spider overgrown to monstrous size, like an ox or a destrier, each of its eight unblinking eyes about the size of Thorkil’s fist, with two cruel and gruesome fangs like sickle-blades at the front of its head.  At the sight of the creature, Toki grinned and came running over, throwing his arms around it as best he could and planting a kiss atop its head.  

The creature hissed, and Toki nodded and replied, “It went really well, actually.  He’s so sweet.  Gods, now I’m going to miss him all the more. . . . Eh? . . . I’m sorry, but I had to take the time.  I wanted to make sure the deed was done right. . . . Yes, I know it’s cold.  It’ll get warmer the farther southwest we get. . . . I love you, too, Sesheth.  Now, let’s get going.  Mom’s waiting for us.”

The warbeast crouched lower to the flagstones.  Toki checked that his sword and his things were secure and swung a leg across Sesheth’s cephalothorax, sitting astride her and leaning back against her great, bloated abdomen.  To the steady rhythm of more infernal tapping, she skittered up to the gate where a pair of the Queen’s blackguards waved them through, wishing prince and princess safe travels.

The moon and stars bathed the tundra in eerie silvery blue, and from atop the plateau, Toki could just barely make out a thin line of evergreens on the southern horizon.  He laughed aloud at the crisp, fresh air filling his lungs and the bitter cold biting his cheeks as they set forth.  Below them, he spied a band of reindeer-herders moving south, like him choosing to brave the bitter arctic night to make up travel time across the prairies.  With a grin, he tapped the spider’s carapace and asked, “Sesheth, do you see those reindeer-herders down there?”

The spider hissed in the affirmative.

“Why don’t you show them how fast a warbeast can run?”

***

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[contreparry]

Happy Friday!!!! How about the prompt "for one muse to treat an injury the other sustained while protecting them" from the protective prompts? <3

I'm going to write some Modern!Thedas adoribull for @dadrunkwriting (I'm in a modern!Thedas mood tonight, I'm afraid!)

"You know that I'm not some swooning maiden to be coddled, correct? I'm perfectly capable of finishing my own fights- stay still," Dorian ordered as he placed yet another bandage on Bull's cut up hand. He just had to throw a man through a window, didn't he? And then he had to hop through said broken window just to make sure that said man wasn't planning on coming back in for another round, and then The Iron Bull, stubborn and strong and clever and charismatic as always, got his friends involved. And when the Chargers got involved...

"Guy's going to think twice about picking a fight in Isabela's again, eh?" Bull joked as Dorian smoothed another bandage across Bull's cut up hands. This would all be easier if he was a trained healer, but it was never something he had much interest in. His father would probably have sneered at the idea, when he cared about such things as his father's approval, and then he was sucked into his love for theoretical magic and now he didn't have the time to take a proper course in emergency healing magic. But it would have been useful now, Dorian thought as he pressed another bandage into Bull's wide palm. The bartender pushed a handful of them into his hand along with a tube of antiseptic ointment with a muttered "there should be a healer along in an hour, if you can wait that long."

"If she lets any of us back in," Dorian muttered, and he peeled another paper package off the bright blue bandage- Littlest Mabari bandages. Strange thing for the bar to keep in stock in their first aid kit, but Dorian wasn't about to complain to the elf with pale tattoos all along his arms and chin and with thighs that could crush a man's head.

"I'm in good with the bartenders. The elf's a Vint, did you know?" Bull asked.

"Yes, yes. Neromenian, if my ear heard his accent properly. Man hates my guts. Tilt your head up, I'm fixing your nose," Dorian cupped Bull's face in his hands, carefully aligned his fingers along the broken bridge of Bull's nose. Nice nose, broken and crooked as it was. It had character. It was Bull's nose, and it was as charming as the man himself.

"My nose is fine, Dorian," Bull complained even as he obeyed Dorian's instructions.

"It's broken," Dorian said firmly, and he pushed the cartilage back into place.

"It's been broken befo- FUCK!" Bull exclaimed, then shook his head when Dorian let go of his face. "Damn, kadan, you can't be said to have a soft touch."

"Healing isn't my forte. Go ask Dalish for help if you want that," Dorian retorted with a sniff, but Bull wrapped an arm around his waist and dragged him close until he was cozy and pressed into Bull's reassuring bulk.

"I'm a tough bastard. I can take it," Bull replied cheerfully. "But damn, Dorian, you've got a solid right hook! Ever think of leaving the books behind and stepping into a ring? The gym can always use a new member." He winked at him, his smile broad and sweet and Dorian wanted to kiss him, but Bull's nose was broken and it would probably hurt and he was still a little shaken from being in a bar fight- all because some asshole wanted to pick a fight about- kaffas, he didn't even know why the man wanted to fight him. Maybe he was just looking for a fight and he thought Dorian was an easy mark. But as soon as the slurs started flying- ox-man's little slut- well, out came the fists. And when Dorian got to punching, Bull came in to finish the fight with his group of friends.

"I'm not paying you to train me in kickboxing, Bull. And no, I'm not paying Krem either," Dorian added when Bull opened his mouth. Bull shrugged.

"Worth a shot. But I'm serious about it. You're a tough son of a bitch. It's why I like you. Tough outside, soft as a marshmallow under it all," he teased, and he rested his chin on the top of Dorian's head. And perhaps it was because they had had an eventful past few minutes, and perhaps it was because Bull so enjoyed hugging him, and perhaps it was because it was nice to be held, but Dorian leaned back and let Bull cuddle him. The rest of the world could wait a few damn minutes.