#bolo whip

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Source: ThunderCats [2011]

[stuffeddeer]

Matching bolo ties with Dazai!! Other couples have matching bracelets or keychains but why not matching mental illnesses 😎

doing this in hcs hope that's fine!!! love u anon

“oh whoa! look at these matching couples bracelets for sale, darling! aren’t they so cute?” “look! that couple has matching necklaces, how sweet!” “oh, i don’t want these matching keychains, just pointing them out to you because it’s cute!”

…

he gifted you yours!

but not in person bc that’s so scary omg

he left it on your kitchen counter one morning before leaving for work

dazai was so excited to see you wearing it the next time you were together!!!

seeing the blue gem wrapped around your neck as you greeted him warmed his heart ❤️

he plays it off like a joke, saying that he thought it’d be funny to match like other couples do bracelets or keychains. he says you don’t have to wear it but please don’t take him seriously!!!

if you take it off dazai will be DEVASTATED. he hides it really well bc he’s him but ouuugh he reads it as you not loving him :( or being embarrassed of him!!! omg you took it off because you actually plan to leave him like everyone else ??? you don’t want people to associate you with him ????? omg

even though it would destroy him, every time he sees you with it on he tells you that you don’t have to and probably teases you for being so whipped for him (even though it’s 100% the other way around)

he takes total pride in matching with you!!!! when kunikida points it out he’s all “oh so you’re jealous? sorry you don’t have a lovely partner to match with!”

atsushi compliments the matching set and he BEAMS!!!! smiles so brightly for the rest of the day and even into the next!

he uses it to tug you closer to him to kiss you!! he knows it gets your heart racing both from the fear and suddenness of it but also bc awww his lips on yours n he smells like comfort and— oh now he’s gone. hm

he’s so commitment issues to me so it’s kinda his way of staking claim over you :)) his hand brushes over it when you talk with someone else he doesn’t trust or he’ll reach over and “polish” it with his bandages or sleeves or his SPIT if that person Will Not Back Off.

i can imagine him starting to keep those soft glasses cleaning fabric squares in his pockets just for the above scenario 😭

he just loves that you match him! starts pointing out matching things other couples have - not to try and drop hints like last time but to mutter that ours is better while all pouty :( now he thinks he Owns “matching accessories w your s/o” someone come get this man shaking my head….

all in all i think he’d be very cute about it! it’s not something he explicitly states or asks for but it makes him very happy :)

imagine one day his breaks on a mission and he’s so distraught and uncomfortable and anxious all day :( he comes home to you after by breaking into your apartment almost holding back tears as he explains what happens :(

you have to hold him close and say it’s okay, you aren’t mad, he’ll be fine…

try offering yours for him to wear while it gets fixed! (he’s a little suspicious… why are you so eager to not wear yours?……) but dazai says you can wrap your wrist in his bandages like a makeshift bracelet just for the time being!! so he still has that claim on you while his gets fixed

but now. how would you look wrapped all up in his bandages? oh you’re so cute!! so his ❤️

maybe you can wear his shirt to match! ooh ooh how about the coat as well! you look like a mini him when you’ve got the white pants on, too!

it’s a slippery slope anon. stay safe out there.

he just wants everyone to know you’re his at first glance! is that too much to ask?

[sillygoofylittleartist]

As a certified horse girl I have always felt like the horse miraculous was not meeting its full potential. So I thought it would be fun to draw a horse miraculous holder. First off I thought it would be fun if they were from the United States or Mexico so they could have a western cowboy/vaquero vibe.

I came very close to giving her a cowboy hat with horse ears but the high ponytail is just too horse reminiscent for me so she has a tie in her hair that resembles horse ears. I wanted the mask to resemble a bandit mask a bit which is why it’s black and not brown. She has chaps which are white and tattered on the bottom to resemble feathered horse hooves like on Clydesdales and other similar breeds. The boots have a metal horse shoe on the sole so she makes a clip clop sound when she walks. I also gave her a body harness referencing bridals and reigns. For the weapon I’d change it from the horse shoe boomerang to a lasso or whip, and the miraculous could be a bolo tie or belt buckle instead of the glasses.

When I redesign Pegasus I’m going to have to see if there’s any interesting French riding wear or something to put more emphasis on the horse aspect.

Anyway what would be a good hero name for her?

[ectonuritez]

Magnus Chase illustration set! I only ended up coloring Magnus and Sam for my assignment, but I thought the other three should get to see the light of day too.

ID: A set of 5 black and white illustrations, each depicting a Magnus Chase character drawn from the waist up.

The first drawing is of Hearthstone Alderman. He is a slim, white elf man with a sharp jaw and spiky hair. He is wearing a t-shirt, leather jacket, and scarf. His right hand is closed in a fist, his left raised and open as he casts a spell. The “pethro” rune is behind him. He is staring determinedly at the viewer.

The second drawing is of Magnus Chase. He is a black teen boy with chin-length locs that fade from dark at the roots to light at the tips. He is wearing a hoodie and his fehu rune necklace. His arms are crossed in front of his chest, palms facing upwards. A light emanates from his heart. His eyes are closed and he is smiling peacefully.

The third drawing is of Blitzen Freyason. He is a stout black dwarven man with a defined jawline, thick brows, a short but styled beard, and hair in small locs tied back in a half-up-half-down fashion. He is wearing a suit with a waistcoat and bolo tie, a carnation in his lapel. He is smiling, fixing the cuff on his right hand.

The fourth drawing is of Alex Fierro. She is a thin Mexican-American teen with shaggy, curly hair that is dark at the roots. He is wearing an oversized argyle sweater vest, a button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his elbows, and fingerless fishnet gloves. She is in profile, facing to the left as her garrotte whips around her. He is smiling confidently.

The final drawing is of Samirah al-Abbas, a thin Arab-American teen girl. She is wearing a lantern-sleeve sweater with patches on the elbows, a skirt, and a hijab. Raven wings sprout from her back. She is smiling confidently, looking over her shoulder with determination as she swings a hand-axe. End ID.

[chucklestaba]

04*02*2023 POST!

Big Rufus has Superchub Cowboy Pete ensnared with his bolo whip!

rough page from The Drown comix still WIP !

Slow day and still saving up for a new Cintiq..

[bandaidmackerel]

Hey Lover~

Dazai x Chuuya one-shot: On their way to a mission, Dazai pulls Chuuya into an alley way and convinces him to fool around in public before they have to get to the mission. Mildly smutty but certainly nsfw.

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“Hey lover~” Chuuya whipped around to find a sauntering and smug faced tall bandaged and brown eyed Dazai walking towards him. Chuuya’s face lit up red. “I told you not to call me that when we’re in public!!” Chuuya tried hiding his blushing face under his brimmed hat (it doesn’t work). Dazai swung his arm around the short red head and pecked a kiss on his cheek. Chuuya felt his face burn and quickly broke out of Dazai’s arms. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU IDIOT!!!”

“Shhh~ Don’t you think all your yelling will attract more stares?” Dazai coyly grabbed Chuuya by the hand and led him around the corner of a building into a dimly lit alley and pushed him against the wall. “Is this better for my chibi?” Chuuya foolishly tried to catch his bearings after being pinned by his partner. Dazai grabbed Chuuya’s face and directed his grey eyes to look into his own. Chuuya’s eyes were wide as he watched Dazai lean down and kiss him passionately. At first Chuuya stiffened and resisted his advance, but slowly he let himself go as he became more and more intoxicated by Dazai’s soft lips. Chuuya soon found himself pulling Dazai closer by his bolo tie, forcing him into an intimate and deep kiss.

After a moment, Chuuya came to his senses and realized what they were doing. He broke from their kiss and pushed Dazai away. “Damn it, Mackerel! What if someone from the PM sees us!! No one would take me seriously again knowing what we’re doing!” Dazai smirked at Chuuya’s tantrum. “Oh yea? As if anyone takes you seriously now?” Dazai laughed as Chuuya started berating him calling him a slew of obscenities. “Come now, slug. There’s no one around right now and we’ve got time before we need to go to the meeting spot. What’s the harm in a little fooling around ’til then?” Chuuya looked around, confirming there really was no one around. They were on a tiny street and hidden away. I guess it’s unlikely we’ll get caught.. Maybe he’s right.. “Hmmm alright, but if we get caught, it’s over for you!” Chuuya pulled Dazai back into a kiss and slowly but surely both of their hands started wandering. Dazai quickly loosened Chuuya’s belt and before Chuuya knew it, Dazai’s slender hands were in his pants.

“See chibi, I knew you wanted it. You’re already hard for me. Such a good dog.” Dazai whispered low in Chuuya’s ear as he wrapped his fingers around Chuuya’s hard on. Chuuya let out a quiet moan as Dazai slowly stroked him, lightly bucking his hips. “Dazai~” Chuuya’s little moans were music to Dazai’s ears as he gripped his dick and felt a drop of precum forming at Chuuya’s tip. Dazai slipped Chuuya’s underwear down, revealing his hard cock. He broke from their kiss and winked at Chuuya as he lowered himself onto his knees. “Dazai.. what if someone sees??” Chuuya’s red face only made Dazai want his cock in his mouth more. “Don’t worry, as long as you’re a good dog and stay quiet, no one will notice.” Chuuya put his gloved hand against his mouth to stifle a moan as Dazai wrapped his lips around the tip of his dick to lick up the little but of precum that was dripping out. With the other hand, Chuuya gripped Dazai’s brown hair and without thinking pushed his dick further down Dazai’s throat.

Chuuya couldn’t help but face fuck Dazai, trying hard not to let a single sound slip out. Dazai could feel Chuuya’s cock grow harder as he thrust his cock down Dazai’s throat. “Dazai- I- I’m close.. d-don’t stop damn it.” Chuuya thrust harder and faster into Dazai as he felt himself come closer and closer to finishing. Dazai didn’t stop him, eager to taste him and feel his hot cum shoot down his throat. Despite Chuuya’s efforts, a loud moan escaped him as he finished and filled Dazai’s throat full of his cum. He slowly stopped his thrusts and looked down at Dazai who swallowed. Dazai slowly got up after tucking Chuuya’s dick back in his pants and zipped him up. “Hmmm~ You couldn’t stay quiet. I sure hope no one heard us.” Dazai gave a devilish grin as he teased a red faced Chuuya. “Shut up. Let’s get out of here before anyone figures out we were doing anything.

Dazai grabbed Chuuya one last time and kissed him before releasing him so he could buckle his belt. “I had no idea you were such a slut, Chuuya. Where’s that energy when I have you tied to the bed?” Chuuya growled, telling the idiot to shut the fuck up, and walked quickly out of the alley. “I swear to god if I hear you blab about this to anyone you’ll be more dead to me.” Dazai’s face lit up. “You promise???” The two walked bickering and insulting one another to the meeting spot that Dazai knew they were supposed to be 15 minutes ago.

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I hope you enjoyed!! It's been some time since I've written anything, so I'm hoping this gets me back into it :3

This will also be posted to my ao3 which is linked in my pinned post!

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Bonus! Mother Choi and Saejoong Choi designs underneath the cut!

I’ve done plenty of art for the cowboy universe in the past. But, the most we’ve seen in full body form is for Unknown and Seven. So, I figured it was high that I showed y’all the designs for everyone in Cereus. Now, I will probably post the designs for their looks after the end of that story and onward, but for right now, this was what y’all get.

Y’all know what the twins look like in this story, so let’s talk about some of the other characters.

Some of these designs aren’t a surprise, I’m sure. But, keep in mind the story is set in the mid-1890s so Yoosung has brown hair. However, he started to do his hair like Rika after her death all the same. His eye accident came from one bad dare. He took a hard tumble from a high rock and hurt himself, seemingly ruining his future until Rika pulled him from his low slump and asked him to join the bar for the time being to get back on his feet.

I, for one, love long-haired Jihyun, so this story reflects that. He keeps his hair from his face by tucking it back into a ponytail. The most distinct part of his look in this story is that his layered clothes are hiding burn scars from the fire. See, it wasn’t possible for his mom to get him out in time without major injury. His neck and back are covered in scars.

Zen is a performer. He isn’t wearing pants, those are tights, by the way. He loves the look. A corset and an open top? This man is living his best life. Gawk at him if you want, he doesn’t mind. Though, if you stared at Rika for too long and she wanted no part of that... well, good luck after his shift if he catches you. It won’t end well. The boa he wears is actually Rika’s after her death. It helps him feel a lot closer to her again.

Speaking of Rika, this is the first time I’ve drawn her in this universe. She is the ultimate performer in Jihyun’s bar and people turn heads when she walks by in any way, shape, or form. She’s confident here, only because she knows she’s a lot safer in the bar than she is anywhere else. You would never know what she’s hiding underneath her smile.

Jaehee is meant to appear unassuming in this universe. Underneath her skirt is a set of matching guns that she’s prepared to use at any moment. She was more or less trained to be capable with a gun from a young age but nobody wanted to hire her for it. So, she wound up at the bar, where Rika assured Jumin that she’d be a wonderful assistant and bodyguard. She keeps her long hair in this story as Chairman Han is hardly around for Jumin to be paranoid enough to ask Jaehee to change to avoid his nonsense.

Jumin dresses how you think he would, the only difference being that he wears a bolo tie that Jihyun got for him when they were younger. I think it’s the about the same for Vanderwood, since there isn’t much change from the original design for both of them. Still, it felt wrong to not draw them so there’s a complete set for all the characters. By I got to that point in drawing, I knew I needed to do Saejoong and Mother Choi. There isn’t much to say about Saejoong. He’s simple and this design is overall what you expect.

Mother Choi is up to my interpretation, though. The twins inherited their hair from their mother and their eyes from their father. That’s always how I’ve seen it in my head. She has wildly long hair that whips around her body when she lashes out and the memory of fiery red curls often haunts the twins more than either of the boys want to admit. She might be poor, but I added an elegant hat to show that if she gets money, she’ll always spend on herself before the boys.

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[aces-to-apples]

Working in a bar with like 17 different tvs displaying different sportsball games at all times is really making me want to write rexakin bromance where during downtime anakin likes to torture rex by informing him how badly his bolo-ball teams are losing at inopportune moments. Like rex is doing Very Important Captain things and anakin will just pop his head around a corner to yell "alderaan is down by fourteen!" and rex will whip around in the middle of his sentence to shout "fUCK YOURSELF, IT'S ONLY THE SECOND QUARTER!" then try to go back to what he was doing like he's not a complete fuckin maniac. (Despite being from the outer rim, anakin very crucially calls it "limmie" when rex is around just to annoy him further.)

[saltsacc]

"The Weight of Stones"

Part 5

It had been a long time since I’d stepped onto the ledge of the rookery, but the memories were clear as day.

I had been young, too young even.

Sri’ve and Totuk were the only other children also preparing for Iknimaya along side me, but we never knew much of each other. Both girls were some years older and did not have much to say to a child three years their junior. They were close, in later years they would be mated but at this time they simply enjoyed the childish bliss that came with young love.

The climb was arduous, slippery and at times more than treacherous. I watched Sri’ve slip, only to be caught by Jake Sully, who gently ushered her upwards. I remember thinking someone her age should not be so bad at climbing. Totuk and her whispered among themselves, checking over each other for wounds and laughing when there were none.

Fools.

”C’mon, let’s catch up.” The Olo’Ekytan put a hand to my back and ushered me to the other girls who paid more attention to each other than where to step. “You’re a bit young for this, aren’t you?” I flickered my eyes to the clan leader; he too watched the girls carefully-- more concern than contempt though.

“I am old enough.” A great laugh left him and he ducked under a low overhang of vines, calling a mild warning to his other students who had become slightly careless.

“You certainly act like it.” I did not know if that was a compliment, but people revered Jake Sully, and he would hear no words from me against him. “You’re not scared?” I puffed my chest out at his insult.

“What must I be scared of?” Jake snorted before gesturing to the cliffsides of Ayram Alusing.

“Falling?” The sharp calls of ikran filtered through and I felt my heart race. “Ikran?”

Our trek had taken us just to edge, only a small waterfall separating us from the rookery. My heart, two times too big for my chest now, beat like a drum. My hands clenched around my bolo, breath hard through my nose.

I cannot be afraid.

“I was.” My gaze snapped to Jake Sully. “Afraid. I was much older than you, too.” He nodded over the slippery sides of the cliff. “Thought I would fall right off.” He made an odd whistle noise that I did not understand, but he only shook his head at my confusion with a smile. “What I’m saying kid, is it’s okay to be scared. Long as it doesn’t stop you.” His odd, five fingered hand was much wider than any other na’vi as it sat on the top of my head encouragingly.

Jake Sully says he was afraid once. Jake Sully, who is Toruk Makto, was once scared of falling.

It seems stupid.  

I did not know if he was simply trying to make me feel more at ease, the way some older clan members felt the need to placate younger ones, or if he truly meant it. I gave him a withering look before I felt an unsure expression take hold.

“I am not scared of falling...” He looked as if he was really listening to me, ears only flicking to his other students occasionally. “…I am scared none of them will pick me.” It came out as a whisper, small and ashamed. Horrifyingly, I felt the beginning of tears prick my eyes and I hurried to wipe at my face before Olo’Ekytan could see. The mans eyes softened in a way I would not recognize until I was much older.

“I think the ikran who chooses you will be very lucky.”

When it was time, it was decided that Totuk would go first. The girl was both the oldest and most confident, and it would serve to smooth the always frayed nerves of Sri’ve to see her friend succeed. With a confident smirk the girl whipped her bolo around before making her way into the flock.

It did not take long at all.

A juvenile ikran with a brilliant yellow coat and orange markings stomped forward, abrasive, and aggressive. The ensuing battle was rough but quick won. Atop her ikran, Totuk looked mighty. Jake hollered and Sri’ve laughed, and the air felt victorious. Ever the leader, Totuk let out a hunters call and dove.

“First flight seals the bond.” Jake looked at Totuk who swirled in the sky with a proud expression before he clapped Sri’ve on the shoulder. “You’re up.”

Sri’ve was not Totuk.

Totuk, after her first flight, landed her ikran close to Jake and our watch post in an effort to support Sri’ve. The two girls shared a heavy look, with Totuk gesturing to the rest of the flock, before Sri’ve made forward.

This time, the wait was longer. Whether that was because of the girls cautious steps, or that her ikran would not be as aggressive and forward as Totuk’s—who knew.

Finally, with half the nest flying off, a green and brown ikran locked eyes with Sri’ve. I could see the girl stiffen, and Jake tensed right along side her.

Sri’ve’s ikran pulled up, large and foreboding, and a low but menacing hiss came from deep in its chest. Somehow, this was much more terrifying than Totuk’s brash ikran with its flurry of movement. Sri’ve, stiff and shaking, swung her bolo in tight circles as her ikran followed it with its great head. I saw it before Sri’ve did.

So did Jake.

“SRI’VE, MOVE!” The ikran snapped just above the girls head and in her panic, she lost the grip on her bolo. I could only watch as she fell onto her back and began to push backwards, crawling from the creature as it posed to strike. I could hear the cries of Sri’ve and Totuk, unable to move.

Jake launched himself over the barrier that separated us from ikran, yelling and hissing at the green predator. He positioned his body over the girl, baring his teeth in warning to the approaching creature.

Ikran attacked when provoked, and when choosing. Seeing its intended no longer within reach, the ikran screeched a mighty call and flew off.

I could hear Sri’ve’s cries as Jake brought her back to the safety of the group.

“We’ll try another day, okay?” Totuk pulled Sri’ve into a hug and Jake ran a hand down his face.

Iknimaya can be attempted until its success.

I wanted to say something, but I had the keen sense it would be unwelcome.

You will have another chance.

I felt eyes on me and turned to find Jake looking at me, pinched expression. I turned to look over the nest.

“You don’t have to—”

I took a large breath and nodded to my olo’eyktan. He understood and allowed me past him into the nest, atmosphere tasting bitter. I shook myself out and began to swing the bolo tightly. I would not be caught unaware.

The first to pass me by was a large, red ikran with stripes so close in color it might have as well been solid. I hissed and without preamble it dove away from me. A part of me was relieved.

That would have been a tough fight.

Stepping carefully around uneven ground, I watched cautiously as a green and blue ikran turned its back to me.

Not you either, then.

There were not many ikran left, and a stone settled in my stomach.

It seems like Sri’ve would not be the only one to fail.

Left and right ikran flew about and away, colors melding and shadows flying over the rookery. The movement of all of them was disorientating, and the shadows melded together oddly.

There was a feral hiss.

That is not a shadow.

From a partially covered alcove in front of me arose an ikran with colors similar to a dark sky. The skin near her eyes was painted pink and yellow, and the marks extended down her back and wings-- like storm clouds cut by lightening.

You.

They do not tell you, and maybe it is not everyone, but when you make eye contact with your ikran it feels as if you have been stripped bare and dunked into an icy river.

It lunged.

I do not know if it was quick, but in its attempt to kill me, I’d wrapped the bolo around its mouth—snapping it shut. Quick and terrified, I scrambled onto its back with the bolo pulled to fasten its mouth to its neck. The struggle was hard, and it managed to beat one of its wings into the meat of my thigh, but when tsaheylu was made it was like the world shifted.

My girl.

I do not know if the presence of that thought was wholly me, but with the bond I knew ikran was female and past her adolescence. Her avid struggles stopped and I pulled the bolo from her mouth gently.

She was beautiful.

I loved her. I loved her fast breaths, and her strong neck. The huffs coming from her lungs. The excitement I could feel through the bond.

I did it!

Unconsciously, I turned to look at Jake with a cheer.

There was no one there.

Perhaps it should not have had any real effect on me, but it did.

My heart broke.

I would learn later that Sri’ve’s emotions, after being so close to death, failing her test, and then watching me succeed mine, had caused her to bolt out of Totuk’s arms and down the mountain in a frenzy. Jake, being guardian and teacher, chased after her to ensure her safety. Totuk because she loved her.

It did not hurt any less.

There was only silence to be met with my cheer, of which quickly died on my lips. The whistling winds pushed my hair from my face as I sat on my ikran. A keening noise brought my attention to her.

First flight seals the bond.

Reading my intentions, she dove.

Flying was ethereal.  

I was not flying on an ikran, but with. It was a tandem effort. It was my first taste of freedom, and a first taste of the beginning of my life.

A joyous screech left my mount.

Our life.

A call interrupted my flight and I saw Jake, Totuk, and Sri’ve back at the rookery. Banking, I made a rough landing in front of them. The atmosphere was dull, and I immediately missed the sky.

“You did good.” A fierce shot of white, hot anger course through me before cooling.

You did not even see me.

I wanted to say it, but he was olo’eyktan and did not care for the admonishment of some girl. I nodded at him before looking to my ikran. She preened and chirped at me, like she was some small animal and not a massive, feared predator. I smiled at her.

“C’mon, lets go.” Jake had called his ikran, a massive green creature, and he would take Sri’ve while me and Totuk flew home.

The flight back would be when I decided on Zasza.

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Memories of my hunter’s trial sent heavy waves of grief straight into my heart. Being here, in the place I met Zasza and without her was crushing. I felt like I had been cursed as I looked about all the flocked ikran.

I don’t want another.

It was too soon by any na’vi standards. Some waited years, some never came back to the rookery.

I do not have a choice.

With watery eyes and a straight spine, I took in a huge breath and stepped forward. This was the sight of my greatest achievement once. Now, it only served as a prodding reminder that I had failed. The nest was teeming, as it usually was. Ikran preened and warbled to each other with their dizzying colors and easy movements. Walking forward, the first few began to shuffle at my presence. My heart beat fast as I looked for signs of interest among them. The first wave dove off the cliffside without delay, screeching their dismissal.

Steady and forward.

 A few tossed their heads in defensive displays but as soon as any eye contact was made they scattered furiously into the wind. More than half the nest flew by like this, and I’d almost made it to the other side of the ledge. Coldness swept through me, unbidden and familiar.

What if no one chooses me?

There were only a handful left on the far reaches of the rookery, and I felt the distinctive urge to turn around and run away. It was like being back in a child’s body, riddled with insecurity that I thought was buried deep down. Now, I imagine it is buried with Zasza. Encroaching into the territory of the last few standing I let my upper lip pull back into a snarl, hissing openly. Three flew off in jilted hopping motions and my heart might as well as stopped. There was one ikran left. The beast was large.

It must be a male.

His skin was yellow like daylight, with flutters of purple and green. He was artful in his coloring and terrifying in size. I was close, so close, when he turned and gave a throaty growl. For a moment it was a standstill, and when he did not move I let myself inch towards him. His body reared up, flashing in the sunlight and showing off all those beautiful colors, before launching himself off the cliff ledge.

No.

They say ikran choose riders based on the strength of their soul. The Word says ikran are picky and wish their riders to be soul-compatible because they are creatures of balance, order, and strength. An ikran may see into the soul of a rider and if it is a challenge to their own, they accept.

I do not have strong heart.

My childish nightmare had come true. I was along on this rookery’s edge and I would be alone for the rest of my life. The bolo fell from my hands and I stumbled into the closest rockface, sliding down regardless of the scrape to my back. I looked down at my hands.

They are shaking.

Palms become blurred and I can feel the weight of failure on my face, cascading in big drops.

I don’t know what to do anymore.

Being a rider was my life. The freedom of flying, and the surety of my connection to Zasza, kept my head above water. When the weaving circle stabbed me with their pity, or when the war party called for heads, I could fly. When I felt as if my whole world began to shake and the people around me could not see me, I had Zasza. Zasza who looked into my soul and found us bonded as sisters.

I would never have that again.

The sun was high and the sky clear, but it all felt like an affront.

The Great Mother does not take sides.

That teaching was supposed to be comforting, to teach young ones about the sanctity of the order of nature. You do not hate palulukan for hunting yerik, it is simply the natural way of things. Eywa sees all, including disaster and predation. The saying was meant to highlight her great grasp upon the world and all things that exist.

It would be no comfort to me.

I could find no hope in this. This was punishment. But for what exactly? Speaking to my olo’ekytan so roughly? Getting Zazsa killed? Being born?

It is not fair.

Footsteps approached but I could not lift my head. Both my shame and anger too great.

“I’m sorry.”

Neteyam

I took a gasping breath, large and filling. I wanted to hate him so badly. I wanted to blame him for the death of Zasza, but I couldn’t.

He did not order me to go, I made that decision all on my own.

“We are both young, doomed by the orders we are given and the mistakes we make. There is nothing to be done about it.” The anger was stifling, but it was no longer directed at him. It was a fire that burned for myself. “I have been punished regardless.” I would not look the boy I chose over Zasza, the boy who was still a rider. The anger felt did not compare to the weight of sorrow.

“This is not divine punishment.” That voice, however, did ignite a fire. Steadily, as if not to lose control I looked up to Jake Sully. “These things happen.” I made eye contact with Jake. “You can’t beat yourself up about it.” There was something in the way he spoke that just infuriated me. I do not know what it was in the way he said it, the casual dalliance of it, but it roared in my ears.

“Do not lecture me.” I spit at him. “Do not lecture me as if I lost the prey I was tracking.” I stood from my hunched over position, feeling my tail flick behind me in agitation. “Do not speak to me as if I simply snapped the string on a loom, or ripped my leather.” I hissed at him, standing so high and mighty with his son, backlit by the sun.

The prodigal savior, come to save us all.

“Do not speak of things you do not understand.” I wish my voice was stronger, but it failed on its way out—cracking and warbling. I made to leave, the trek down the mountain would be a long and arduous path.

“That’s not what I’m saying, hey! Just listen—" He came to grip my arm in an attempt to halt my retreat, as he was known to do, and I ripped it from his grip. It felt as if we were doomed to have the same interactions over and over, like an old story.

“LEAVE ME BE!” My shrill shriek echoed off the floating islands. “What more do you want from me?!”  The anger bubbled put like a stream, hot like blood. “What more can I give you? What more will you ask?” I swore a flash of pain came across his face, and he took a calming breath. I could feel myself agitatedly huffing, my chest moving rapidly.

“The humans. They’re coming for us…” His eyes, molten like a true na’vi, were intense. “My family, we need to leave the clan, everything.” My eyes widened, he would just…disappear. His whole family, gone. I looked to Neteyam, who’s face had turned towards the ground and hands knuckled shut. I looked back to his father.

“That has nothing to do with me. I am leaving as well.” Ikran or not, I would walk to the plains if I had to. He knew this, I essentially announced it in front of him—with much ardor. There was a gap of silence where the wind whistled gently, and the sound of the waterfall trickled in.

“You need to come with us.”

This time there was no moment to stop. One second, I was there staring at Jake Sully and next I was latched onto him, fists flying into his face and neck. I could feel flesh rend under my fingernails, and the additional arms that had come in to yank me backwards and off him. I slammed my head back onto Neteyam and I heard him grunt, but the powerful hold he had on my arms did not relent. His father was still standing, wiping blood off the corner of his mouth, and shaking his head.

I wanted to kill him.

“You should just bury the knife in my chest and be done with it!” I was writhing viciously in the older boy’s hold, kicking my feet upwards to try and loosen him. “You cannot stop, can you? You are built to take.” The vitriol came from the depth of my heart and soul and came spewing out like fire. “You are no different than the humans!” I heard Neteyam grunting at my struggle and telling me to stop, this is necessary.

Jake, in all his ruffled glory, looked me in the eye steadily.

“I am sorry. I will do anything to protect my family, and I need you to come with us for that to happen.” I hissed at him uncaringly, and he swiped a hand down his exhausted face. “ Listen, you come with us until we get far enough, and then we can go our separate ways. You’ll never have to see me again, I swear it.” The world was dead at my feet, I think. It felt like every time I contested Jake Sully, nature itself fought against me.

It wasn’t fair.

“Why? Why do I have to go with you?” Neteyam laxed his arms enough for me to shove him off.

“They’re going to be scouring the forest for us, trying to find us. Trying to find anyone...” His voice was soft, and it grated on my ears. “…you don’t stand a chance by yourself…” The weight of his words crashed upon me. “…especially without ikran.” I closed my eyes tightly.

Perhaps it was because I’d lost so much in so little time, with no moment to recuperate. Perhaps I had no more tears, and all my fight had turned to agony—but standing on the rookery’s edge I felt so empty. Drained and exhausted I could only look to Jake Sully and his pleading face. He knew my answer.

I always make the wrong decisions.

“You are a selfish man, Jake Sully.” Leaving the forest, and Zasza’s unrecoverable body, would haunt me for the rest of my life—I knew it would. Leaving with Jake Sully would grind my soul into paste, long after I found my own direction. “I will never forget this.” Turning from the man and his son I began my journey downward the mountain. It would not take long to gather my things.

Maybe if I was lucky it would kill me.

Unbeknown to me or the family above, a white wisp of which had settled upon the jutting stone of the cliff face, floated away without any notice.

[pixlerelish]

Day 6: Favorite Character

Short Answer: Brian Flanagan

Longer Ramblings: Under the cut

wife. Wife. Wife! WIFE! WIFE!!!

Have you SEEN him?

Need I say more?

I’m gonna put him in my back pocket and whip him out like a Pokemon when I feel threatened by any real life situation.

Brian Flanagan come find me challenge.

And apparently I am not immune to domestic scenarios.

Not to mention that during this hyperfixation, this was the first movie I convinced bestie to watch with me, so it probably will always feel special to me. Bless. Come with me to the dark side.

And also BOLO TIE.

I’m going to eat him out of ten.

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[satoshi-mochida]

Shantae Advance: Risky Revolution adds PS5, PS4, Switch, and PC versions

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Shantae Advance: Risky Revolution will launch for PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, Switch, and PC via Steam alongside its previously announced Game Boy Advance version in 2024, developer WayForward announced.

Here is an overview of the game, via WayForward:

About

Originally created for the Game Boy Advance system before being put on hiatus midway through development, Shantae Advance: Risky Revolution will be completed after more than 20 years, and will be released digitally on Nintendo Switch, PlayStation 4, PlayStation 5, and Steam in 2024, following the release of the previously announced Game Boy Advance-compatible game cartridge. Helmed by the original design team of Shantae creator Erin Bozon, series director Matt Bozon, and programmer Michael Stragey, Shantae Advance: Risky Revolution is the direct follow-up to the beloved original 2002 Shantae game. In this hair-whipping, belly-dancing action-adventure, Shantae’s nemesis, the nefarious pirate Risky Boots, has a “groundbreaking” new scheme that will leave Sequin Land spinning — by rotating the continent, she can move any town to the coast for easy plundering! As Shantae, players must turn the tectonic tables on Risky by rearranging the land itself… shifting, swapping, and moving between the foreground and background to navigate mix-and-match multilayered levels. As Shantae’s adventure unfolds, she’ll explore multiple towns and labyrinths, master six creature transformations, use a variety of magical attacks and items, battle fierce bosses, and meet friends like Rottytops, Sky, and Bolo—some of whom will be encountering each other for the first time. In addition to the single-player story mode, Shantae Advance: Risky Revolution also includes a local 4-player Battle Mode for the first time in the series. Furthermore, players can choose to experience the game with enhanced, HD character portraits and HUD elements, or play with the classic GBA pixel presentation fully intact in Legacy Mode. Following fan-favorite titles such as Shantae: Half-Genie Hero and Shantae and the Seven Sirens, Shantae Advance: Risky Revolution will be the sixth game released in the multi-million-selling Shantae series. In addition to the digital version, a physical edition of Shantae Advance: Risky Revolution will be offered on select platforms from Limited Run Games in 2024. Further information, including details on the preorder window, will be made available in the months ahead.

Key Features

Discover the lost chapter of the Shantae saga, fully restored and released after 20 years!

Fight and explore using your hair-whipping ability, magic items, and belly-dance transformations (including monkey, elephant, crab, and more)!

Spin and shift Front Yard and Back Yard playfields to create new routes and solve puzzles!

Visit towns, battle through labyrinths, purchase upgrades, find collectables, and meet with friends like Rottytops, Sky, and Bolo!

For the first time ever in a Shantae game, four players can compete in Battle Mode!

Watch a new trailer below. View a new set of screenshots at the gallery.

Consoles and PC Announce Trailer

[agnesandhilda]

> claims to be easily disturbed

> loves horror

[stuffeddeer]

🦌 REQUESTS MASTERLIST

main masterlist

Yandere!Dazai hcs but I forgot they're supposed to be hcs - 10/28/23 cw: yandere themes (kidnapping, manipulation, stalking...)

Dazai with an emotional reader - 11/01/23

Various yandere!Dazais with a deer-like reader - 11/02/23 cw: yandere themes (kidnapping, possessiveness, manipulation...)

Yandere and normal! beast!Dazai thoughts - 11/02/23 cw: yandere themes (possessiveness...)

Aromantic!Dazai with an aromantic!reader - 11/05/23

Stockholm syndrome reader with asshole yandere!Dazai - 11/05/23 cw: yandere themes (gaslighting, kidnapping, manipulation...)

Dazai smells good - 11/06/23

ADA!reader and PM!Dazai - 11/07/23

Rockstar!Dazai catfishing you - 11/08/23

Romcom confession with Dazai - 11/09/23

Wearing ADA and PM!Dazai’s coat - 11/10/23

Smitten Dazai - 11/11/23

Matching bolo ties with Dazai - 11/11/23

Scary manipulative Dazai - 11/17/23 cw: yandere themes (gaslighting, manipulation...)

First kisses with various Dazais pt1 - 11/23/23 - and pt2 -11/23/23

Whipped Dazai jealous of Chuuya - 11/29/23

Dazai and Nikolai making you cry - 12/11/23 cw: cheating, whatever's going on in Nikolai's portion, both are terrible, first time writing for Nikolai so it's mediocre

Yandere!Dazai buying you plushies :) - 12/14/23 cw: yandere themes (kidnapping, manipulation, watching through cameras (?)...) - elaborating on the camera stuffie - 12/15/23 cw: yandere themes (kidnapping, watching through cameras...)

Dazai playing with elf!reader’s ears - 12/19/23

Giving beast!Dazai barrettes - 12/21/23

Tying up Dazai's bandages - 12/27/23

Dazai and a partner that's awkward with affection - 12/30/23

Pathetic stalker!Dazai who watches his darling sleep - 01/02/24 cw: yandere themes (stalking, breaking in, watching you sleep...)

Dazai wearing your makeup - 01/04/24

Beast!Dazai in the main universe - 01/05/24 cw: brief insinuation of beast!Dazai being underweight (more so than normal?)

[REDACTED] - 1/5/24 cw: NSFW, i dont write nsfw so cw: poorly written lmfao, Dazai touches himself on your bed, yandere themes (stalking, home invasion...)

Toy Story but with Nendoroid!Dazai - 01/11/24

15!Dazai winning you a plushie - 01/22/24

Negotiating kisses with PM and ADA!Dazai - 01/31/24

Dazai with an artist reader - 02/28/24

Spoiling Ranpo (The Beyblade Fic) - 02/29/24

Nikolai (and Dazai) when you hide things down your shirt - 03/03/24 cw: gn reader but breasts/bra is mentioned

Dazai is not a morning person - 03/05/24

Doormat reader ft. Dazai, Nikolai, Ranpo, Atsushi, Chuuya - 03/07/24

Beast!Dazai can't be without his subordinate - 05/15/24

[parknights]

Parknight imagines, miscellany 20: well-versed

Parker's not used to receiving BOLOs via text, but he gets one from Knight this morning:

-BOLO: V agreed to let actress Chloe Marlene shadow me, so today might be complicated.

Oh, jeez. Vance is letting Hollywood into the building…? Parker wonders what the rest of the story is, but no sooner does he think this then he encounters a hubbub in the lobby at NCIS.

A woman dressed in all white tries to disperse her entourage as she signs in. "I'll be happy to wait for Agent Knight, then," Parker overhears her saying.

Parker sighs and steps forward, nodding to their distraught receptionist. "I'll take it from here, Sherry," he says, and she nods her thanks. To the assumed actress, he continues, "I'm Special Agent Parker. Special Agent Knight is part of my team, and I can take you to her. Miss Chloe Marlene, I presume?"

Chloe flashes a movie star's smile at him. She's slighter than Knight but has similar coloring, as if an artist had been given Jess Knight's vague description and filled in the blanks with their personal preference. But Chloe politely holds out her hand for him to shake. "Nice to meet you. I guess word gets around about me. But your director signed off on me studying Agent Knight."

He shows her to the elevator and lets her in first. "Not exactly. I heard from Knight herself. And that's 'Special Agent' Knight, by the way."

Impressively, Chloe whips out a little notepad and jots it down. "Got it. So Director Vance is the big boss and you're team boss…"

"Of the MCRT. Major Case Response Team," he supplies.

Chloe's eyes go big and wide at their official title. "Wow. That sounds impressive. I was looking up stats on Special Agent Knight to help prepare for my character based on her, but." Chloe taps her notepad to her chin and tucks it away. "Anything you want to tell me about what it's like to work as a team?"

Parker opens and closes his mouth. What to say? He's been on this team not much longer than Knight, but Knight's been part of NCIS a lot longer…and she's much better acquainted with being a team player than he is. At that, he chuckles to himself. "Knight is…the first person who comes to mind when you think of the term 'team player.'"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She's good at building bridges between people, making them see eye to eye. She's a quick thinker, on her feet. A helluva fighter, too, out in the field. Although, given the right topic, a helluva fighter if you get into an argument with her." Parker muses on the times they've had spats, both serious and more often than not ridiculous and when he's clearly been in the wrong. "She's…a stubborn one, but that's a good quality of hers, trust me. Pursuing a lead or having faith in her loved ones. Tying up loose ends or being supportive. There's nothing she does halfheartedly."

The elevator's quiet for a beat, and Parker realizes Chloe's eyes are on him for a wholly different reason now.

Because she asked for his professional opinion of Knight only for him to gush personally about her. Without filters.

Finally, Chloe smiles. "Wow. This Jess Knight lady is really loved, isn't she?"

And this, this is what Parker didn't mean to occur, but he knows he's dug a hole, letting his and Knight's secret spill.

But Chloe's smile is small, actually, and kind—one that hints she'll keep their privacy.

So Parker rubs the back of his neck nervously and concedes the truth with a nod.

Then the elevator doors open and Parker pretends he didn't just wear his heart on his sleeve as he introduces the actress to the team.

(But Chloe glances at him once more that very morning when she first spies Knight and gives her own nod, of approval.)

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[returntosaturn271995]

Saturday, September 9th: Aesthetic instead of anesthetic

Not sure if it was the tiny bite of an edible I took last night or the pseudo red wine herbs I drank or just the insane amount of East Coast hours I've been working: but I slept for 13 hours last night.

I woke up half past noon: disoriented and with a mild headache that I medicated with my birth control, morning coffee, and effexor. An ode to modern womanhood. Maddy and Eric FaceTimed me from Portland eating oysters and encouraging me to visit for Halloween. Maddy is sure she's going to marry her new boyfriend Colin. Meanwhile, I'm avoiding seeing my ex-boyfriend at Maverick's.

He's so tall and pale, I'm afraid that if I bump into Mitch I'll mistake him for the Babadook.

So instead I took my sober ass in a very cute outfit (Floral orange, green, and cream colored 70's inspired jeans, white halter top, bolo tie w/ moonstone, white leather sandals, brown satchel) to the park to start reading my latest book. I love a hardcover and I'm about one chapter into "The Rachel Incident" by Caroline O'Donahuge.

"A brilliantly funny novel about friends, lovers, Ireland in chaos, and a young woman desperately trying to manage all three"

I sat next to two girls around my age and their pug was named after the Baby Yoda character from the Mandalorian. The weather was perfect in the shade of the massive tree at the top of Kate Sessions Hill. Warm and breezy wind stroked the side of my face as I leaned back and stared upward at the tree branches through my amber-tinted sunglasses. The sun winked at me from behind the leaves and I listened to the Poetry Pharmacy. It counted as today's meditation. (I actually hoped the narrator would be British and sure enough the introduction was done by William Sieghart talking about going to boarding school at 8. Flawless. No notes.)

"Sometimes we refuse to forgive another so as to postpone the moment when they forgive us and we admit to having been wrong."

I thought about Morgan again. Her inability to say sorry. The fragility of some people that they have to be right, at the expense of peace and relationships. It's a weird emotional anniversary to keep remembering when I haven't thought of it in months. Even weirder that I'm more and more on my own side lately.

That was fucked up. No, I didn't have to put up with any of it. Yes, I am better off. I don't want to cling to that thought cycle though. No good can come from relitigating a closed case for a non-existent jury.

My feelings are valid. No one else needs to validate them for me.

Afterward, I headed home (stopped to see that boxer who always presses his nose to the window when I walk by) and whipped upa spicy pork meatball & wonton noodle stir-fry with bok choy & chili crisp. It's fucking great.

I want to look into passport renewal for Amsterdam, stretch out my calves, and maybe organize my closet a little. That's my sexy/non-chaotic Saturday in a nutshell.

Aesthetic instead of anesthetic.

Also, Olivia Rodrigo's new album came out!

"Driving at night, you can only see as far as your headlights. But you can make the whole trip that way."