#oh my god its finally done

[wizards-and-t]

istanbul (not constantinople)

[tradetobest]

king mcdavid and his prince consort leon (the lion) draisaitl

(based on this clip from an article mentioning these two)

[reijnders]

MEGA POSTING MEGA POSTING

these funny guys are the sapient species ive developed the most (and i'll be using jeyo-centric terms for ease of reading and continuity with my other posts)

Generally, yotavuș have some differences easier to pick out across them that directly correlate(more or less) with where they are originally on the planet. those closest to the equator tend to have tan/light brown fur, splotchy stripe patterns, and longer/larger+more saturated matti and frill, while those further from the equator tend to have paler fur tending towards a blue-gray, and more solid stripes.

Additionally, they have two main places where fur can be longer than the rest on the body: the "mane", extended from just between the ears along the length of the tail, and at the junction between the underside of the tail and the back of the legs.

individual in-depth info under the cut!

images of individuals are 1-6, left to right and top to bottom

Image One: Nûzkalrw

/nu˥ʒ.kal.ɹɨ/

Found at the very bottom of the continent, and speak the isolate language of Mw̌ku, which has some influence on the modern standard dialect of its neighboring language, Chà Lo. This is the south pole of the planet, and as such these guys have fur that's longer than average for their species, and, rather uniquely, has a bit of a curl to it. They have smaller ears due to the cold as well. Culture-wise I haven't developed a lot for speakers of this language, but the word nûzkalrw in their language also refers to the species as a whole.

Image Two: H̊lanueli

/xla.n:we.li/

One of the five major ethnicities found in areas where the language Twac̊in̊ /tʷa.t͡ʃiŋ/ is dominant, on the majority of the northern peninsula of the continent, as well as along the southwest coast of the H̊iya /xi.ja/ sea. This land is home to a rang of biomes, from temperate forest to grasslands to tropical forest. Despite the warmer overall weather compared to the nûzkalrw people, there is a tendency to cover up due cultural and religious norms spanning a large amount of the region. The character pictured in the example lives at the northernmost edge of this region, and is bundled up for winter, hence the face mask.

Image Three: Càhetmǐje

/t͡ʃa˥.χɛt.mi˧˥.d͡ʒɛ/

North-ish of the central regions on the continent, and curled up along the coast of the Mǎvnivadjeco /ma˧˥v.ɲi˧.va˧d.d͡ʒɛ˧.t͡ʃɒ˧/ sea, this place is just a little below the equator and almost smack dab in this worlds "cradle of life", where it's theorized that their species first evolved. Most cultures in this area use large head coverings to protect themselves from the sun. They have shorter arms and tails than what would be expected for their heights, along with long, wide ears to help release heat. They speak several different dialects of the most widespread language on the planet(and second-most in space!), with the main one being the standard dialect.

Image Four: Uutas

/u:.tas/

The eastern neighbors of the H̊lanueli, but not as closely related as some think, due to mostly being on Ranihikk and only coming other Sotuŧahtěnu in the last thousand or so years. Big fans of bright colors, and their language has retained a logographic writing system, which is super fun. I have worldbuilt basically Nothing on the continent of Ranihikk beyond the east and west coasts so uh. yeah :)

Image Five: Neohùanshīadhàr

Standard: /neo˥.hwa˥˩n.ʃja˩.da˥˩ɹ/ Sāng-Hòn Dialect: /neo.hwa˥˩n.ʃja.ta˥˩ɹ/

This particular branch of Chà Lo speakers have a bit of a rocky past with those under the Twac̊in̊ umbrella, but in the modern(2374 and a good hundred of so years before then) era things are more of less resolved. This is a Big Desert area, so naturally you'll find a lot of these lil fuckers all around. mimicking the colors of nature is fun, and sand is hot so sandals are preferred during the dry season. tail brushes are flashy and cute, and many folks will wear those little fabric ties on their tails as well with patterning or writing that represent their family. Narrower ears than their central Katteșuvi cousins, probably to avoid catching as much sand in there. Also very, very good at running fast and for a while.

Image Six: Śjixutwu

/ʃji.ʔut.wu/

On the southern coast of Vǒtiyǎcke /vɒ˧˥.ti˧.ja˧˥.t͡ʃkɛ/, and speak one of the oldest indigenous languages on the continent, along with a few others. Defined by straits and seas(Metom Strait/mɛ˧.tɒ˧m/, Mireurǎ Sea /mi˧.rɛ˧.ə˧.ra˧˥/, Eșyǎmemě Strait /ɛ˧ɬ.ja˧˥.mɛ˧.mɛ˧˥/, Șamac Strait /ɬa˧.ma˧t͡ʃ/, Mǎvnivadjeco Sea) , there's a lot of storms here, and has led to communities relying on being water-proofed as much as possible. Tall wooden shoes are also used to stay above floodwaters. Their cultures are highly matrilineal.

[mintyfrostyart]

HELLO EVERYONE

Oh boy you know who it is my favourite boy <33 I've gone into detail about his character below the cut >:}

Reginald strikes me as an odd character since his personality is formed around insecurity; the slave of his own mind, and that of his own people.

You see, royalty is a special case in this universe. Despite the name being “medieval AU”, its more magical and foreign. The Copperbottom family is a line formed from two royal houses, and has prospered for 5 generations. What makes royalty so special is that they’re gifted in many ways.

Magic

Magic is an odd case study, since its formed, quite literally, in the blood stream. If a royal had a cut, their blood would be speckled with magic. The colour of said magic is also visible within the lower half iris on a royal’s eye, and all magic casted by a royal will be of that colour. However, royals are only hosted to one power each. These powers are special, however. They usually consist as the ability to conquer a specific object, or set of objects, out of magic. King Galeforce, for example, posses magic in the shade of green, and has the ability to create any weapon of his choosing. Prince Jullian (an OC) posses magic in the shade of pink, and has the ability to create mirrors that can reflect either the true, best, or worst version of people.

These powers are said to be a gift from the stars, and can only be matured through the greatest pleasure in life: laughter.

For most royals, this is not a problem. As babies, there is a lot to laugh about, is there not? Most royals develop magic very easily from a young age.

2. Height and Strength

Royals have more power than your average citizen. Most royals range in height from 6’2-7’. They’re usually built (and trained) to handle any kind of weaponry, with their body type usually reflecting whatever magic they happen to possess. This, perhaps, is how they were able to get themselves into power; for who could take down someone who had the strength of 10 men?

..

The Copperbottom has a long history of strong, powerful rulers who have never been apposed, even when facing war. Hense, what made Reginald’s life so, er, fundamental.

He was the last of the Copperbottoms to survive. His parents met a tragic fate when he was a young boy, and he is the last left. But that was the thing about it, he wasn’t a traditional royal. At his full height as an adult, he barely reached 5’1, and he had not a scrap of magic to his name. Believe me, ladies in waiting and carers for the prince when his parents passed did everything they could think of, but nothing came to light. People speculated that the passing of his parents didn’t allow his magic to develop correctly, but nobody knew. Reginald was simply a quiet child who never spoke a word.

He wasn’t like other royals, he was *different*. Terrifying, I know.

Reginald was taken under the care of Admiral Dmitri Johannes Petrov, who very much cared for the boy as his own son. Dmitri had lost his wife and son in childbirth (eyup bi-Dmitri lets gooo). The kingdom didn’t have a ruler at the moment, and since Dmitri was indeed admiral, he offered to take care of him until he was of proper age to rise to the throne.

In the current day, Reginald is 25, and very mysterious as it is. Terrence was his parent’s regent, and he accepted taking the throne in their late becomings. Terrence’s character is a whole other can of worms to get into, and I’m going to go into heavy detail of his origins in another post, but for now, Terrence remains the king as of now.

But why? Well, its half Terrence’s fault and Reginald himself. For the sake of brevity, I’ll simply talk about Reg here.

Reg is 5’1 and powerless (and a Twink). The two things that make royals, well, royal, he doesn’t have. No one *knows* why, that’s just the way he is. Reginald’s quiet, he had a stutter growing up, and he’s freckled across his face. Royals are a simple of good manners and good behaviour, and for a royal who can’t speak nor represent his family, then who even is he?

But at the same time, the castle is terrified. Reginald is the *last* of his family, and everyone who lives and serves the Copperbottom family wants to keep him safe. The walls around the castle were put In place to ensure no harm could come to the prince. Terrence is an easily swayed man, and if someone gave him a reason to tear down those walls, he would. But no one has. No one wants to risk him getting hurt. 

From Reginald’s perspective, he feels unworthy of the throne. Reginald feels as though he must do everything in his power to make up for himself. He is the last of his family, and he’s a *dud*. He’s a royal that lacks anything royal looking, and so he feels eternally guilty. His unhealthy habits of drilling himself into work are of his own poison; he believes it owes it someone. He believes he had to put in more work than anyone at the castle because of the mess he has made of his family.

For if he is powerless and lacking of power, then he had to make up for it somehow, right?

Reginald does not have resentment for his upbringing; its been told to him about what he *should* have been, but he just isn't. He is a quiet fellow, but kind. Not many can form an opinion about him since he's a mystery. He's either doing work or out in his gardens where he's usually lost in thought. But in conversation, he does try his best to please crowds.

For someone who has never been outside, no one knows his face, only his name. A lot of commoners assume he is powerful, and that the castle was hiding him for his protection. Commoners are scared of him; if he is such a mystery, then he must be greatly powerful, yes?

..

Reginald’s character is complicated. He’s genuinely a very kind and sweet soul, but it’s very overshadowed by his crumpling self-image, but he sincerely tries to make up for it by pushing himself to the very limits. His first action of doing something for himself was making an escape from the palace, which is the beginning of the main series.

What I adore about Medieval Copperright is that Right teaches Reg that indeed has to learn to love himself. Right sees beauty in every single feature he has, and Reginald is blind to it. Right drills in the fact that Reginald doesn’t owe anyone anything for simply being himself. Their relationship is really slow, and I love that, because Reginald learns to love himself and love the things about himself through someone who views him as him. It's only when Reginald learns to care about himself that he begins to develop feelings about Right, as he can finally see himself as worth being in someone else's life.

The first person that sees Reginald as himself makes him realise that he isn’t simply an object for the throne, but as someone with a dream to be alive.

Right again is another story entirely, but I hope you’ve enjoyed this ramble !! <33

If you guys have any questions, please hit me up! I would love to go into more detail :D

[loccorocco]

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[writeanythingagency]

Ok. I have one 🖐🏻. In head canons, How would the three waa youngsters (Apollo, Trucy, Athena) react to their s/o losing a limb in an accident or to illness? Like it’s been a while since they last saw each other and they are suddenly missing an arm or something. I don’t care how the limb was lost I’m more interested in how they react. Thanks in advance!

so once again, this has evolved into three scenarios but the next one will be proper HCs, promise! i don't have any personal experience with this sort of stuff so i had to ask a few friends and google, i hope it turned out okay!

Spoilers for AA4, AA5, and AA6. Depiction of Trucy is post-canon.

TW: Hospitalization, light description of injury

Apollo, Trucy, and Athena with an S/O who lost a limb HCs Scenarios 💢🔷🌙

💢 Apollo Justice 💢

The Khura’inese legal system is young, but thriving. Apollo has trained the newest cohort of attorneys in courtroom procedure and the delicate balance between faith and truth. Nahyuta has done something similar for the prosecutors, though he refuses to reveal his methods. Khura’in is now something of a case study for other legal systems, he’s published a paper on the reconstruction of an entire criminal justice system—hell, they’ve been nominated for a Nopel Peace Prize for spirits’ sake.

Which makes it all the more depressing that Apollo has absolutely no idea what to do with his life.

Mission more or less done, he placed the firm in the hands of Datz and Ahlbi and set off for a vacation (see also: soul searching trip) in the states. Athena called his rut a midlife crisis despite not even pushing thirty, and Trucy tried to find new hobbies for him, including but not limited to arm wrestling, crochet, saxophone, and of course magic. Mr. Wright’s even easing up on the chores; Apollo can’t remember the last time he’s cleaned the agency toilet.

He’s counting the number of tiles on the kitchen wall when his phone rings. “Apollo Justice speaking.”

“Hey, it’s S/O. You’re left handed, right?”

And that’s how Apollo learns about the accident.

You attended the same law school as Apollo and developed something of a rivalry in your criminal law classes. Once the professor paired you two up for a project on significant legal precedents (you never did find out if that was intentional) it actually turned out that you two had a lot in common, besides a mutual fascination with a certain avian testimony.

Neither of you would be caught dead admitting that you were friends; after all, that initial rivalry was a little hard to get over. But you knew, somehow, in between morning coffee runs, afternoon legal ramblings, and late nights spent with Rocky Road ice cream and cat videos that Apollo had inexplicably become your closest friend.

And maybe there was something else in the lingering touches when Apollo handed you yet another pencil, or how both of you were entirely eager to fish for various couple’s discounts on Valentines Day. Maybe you’d never know.

You stayed in contact as best as you could, but you took a job in the next city straight out of law school. And with everything that happened in Khura’in, he hadn’t seen you in over a year.

The tricky thing with losing your dominant limb is that you have to relearn everything from scratch. You were determined to do it, just like you pushed through university and law school. Fortunately, you knew exactly one (1) southpaw who could help you through the process.

“S/O, what on earth are you talking about?”

“You might need to sit down for this. I may have lost my right hand and I need you to teach me how to do basic things with my left hand.”

“…”

“I mean, you don’t have to—“

“What in the Holy Mother, S/O?”

He goes along with your idea anyways, because damn it he’s never gonna say no to you. You see each other every day now, just like how it was in the old days, with Apollo guiding you through everyday tasks. Among these, you can now use a screwdriver, crack an egg, and tie your shoes with one hand. Apollo had some surprisingly good tips, which makes you think he knows more to this new style of living than you thought.

Each day is a productive one. You reward yourselves with late-night movie marathons at the end of the day. With each day, the space between you two on your lumpy loveseat diminishes.

“I can’t believe we’re watching the Steel Samurai reboot again.”

You take your thumb off the TV remote, slightly crestfallen. “Oh…I guess we can watch something else then….”

Apollo gives you a furtive and unreadable glance, tensing his wrist. “I mean, one more time wouldn’t hurt….”

He never asks you about the accident, and you never ask him about everything that happened while he was gone, or the strange look in his eyes that’s missing something vital. It’s the perfect arrangement.

On the tenth day, you finally feel comfortable enough to try your hand at writing. It’s your hardest and most important task yet. He asks you if you’re sure about this. You say yes.

When you put pen to paper, it comes out all wrong. Your “A” looks like something an earthquake might have created. Or a kindergartner. You still your hand while Apollo cranes over to look at your work. “It’s, well. Not your best, but we’ll get in plenty of practice. C’mon, ‘I’m S/O L/N, and I’m FINE!’”

He hopes you’ll say it back, because he can’t tell if you’re really fine at this moment. You look as if you might say something, filling him with hope, but you choke out a sob instead. Your head is in your hands, and he’s dropped the happy-go-lucky act. Apollo crouches by your side, rubbing comforting circles on your shoulder. “H-Hey S/O, it’s not a big deal. You know what, I’ll go put on that Steel Samurai holiday special you love so mu—“

“How?”

How…what? Apollo scratches his head absentmindedly. “Dhurke broke his arm when I was a kid, and then it happened to me a few years ago; exploding courtroom, long story—”

“No,” you choke out. “I’m not asking about that. I’m asking: how are you always fine?”

You wonder for a moment if your friend is going to dodge the question when he looks askance. “The closest person I had to a father abandoned me when I was ten. He showed up to the agency one day, made me think he’d choose to stay this time around, then it turned out he was dead the entire time and never told me. The year before that, my best friend was murdered and I was the lawyer for that trial. My coworker was tried for the same crime and a GYAXA engineer took my little sister hostage. The year before that, I watched my defendant collapse from a near-fatal poisoning on the stand during her testimony.”

“What? Apollo, I—“

“Just, listen. Things are absolutely not fine sometimes. It gets pretty damn awful. All I can ever do is keep pressing on. I-I never wanted to push you, though. I’m sorry.”

“No! Apollo, you’ve been amazing, really! I should be the one who’s sorry…I never knew all that happened to you.”

Your friend turns somewhat bashful. “Well. Now you know.”

You take a good look at Apollo, a really good look. He’s miles away from the optimistic young student you knew, tinged with more cynicism and world-weariness than he lets on. But he’s your Apollo, the Apollo who will always come through for you in your time of need. Clinging to hope not out of ignorance, but from experience. And slowly but surely, the mental fog that had consumed you since the accident began to clear.

It’s him. It’s always been him.

You take a deep breath and steady your voice. “…I’m S/O L/N, and I’m fine!”

Apollo glances at you, visibly confused, before cracking the widest smile you’ve seen from him all day. “Your technique is off, S/O. All in the Chords of Steel, like this: I’m Apollo Justice, and I’m FINE!”

You never did get back to writing. Neither of you minded. You could practice tomorrow, or the day after that. But this night with cheap Chinese take out, a Steel Samurai marathon, intense vocal exercises, and the two of you just coexisting was irreplaceable.

As you wave goodbye to Apollo and slowly shut the door behind him, he’s struck with just how much you mean to him. You’re brilliant, you’ve always been brilliant, and somehow you chose to be his friend. And it feels surprisingly okay if that’s all you’ll ever be. When he needed it the most, you reentered his life and gave him purpose. A reason to keep moving forward.

Apollo will keep pressing on, just has he always has, but this time, he’ll do it for you.

(Someday, when the timing’s right, I’ll tell you everything.)

🔷 Trucy Wright 🔷

The buzz of your phone startles you from your largely restless sleep. You shift in your hospital gown to check your messages and are immediately hit with glaring blue light.

Today at 9:13 AM

true see <3: guess whose tour just wrapped up (∩^o^)⊃━☆

You: Bonny de Famme? Wait, don't tell me: did the Gavinners get back together??

true see <3: you’re so mean, s/o (◞‸◟)

You: But it’s fun :(

You: Seriously though, congrats! Sorry I couldn’t make it to your home show ;-;

true see <3: dw!!! i got your flowers btw, i still have them in my room ^ - ^

true see <3: now that i’m back in town, we can go out for real (⌒▽⌒)

true see <3: ooh there’s this place daddy told me about, tres bien cafe i think?

true see <3: he says the food is awful, that means it has to be good (๑>◡<๑) now that i’m making good $ i can take you out more often!!

You feel a bittersweet pang in your heart, but quickly shove it down.

You: Ofc Trumoo <3

true see <3: have u been thinking of pet names while i was away?? (｀_´)ゞ

You: Oh I have more. True-blue, Trucie-pie, Truce-pickles…

true see <3: truce-pickles?? now i have to come over and make that one disappear ╰(´︶`)╯♡

You weigh the options carefully. For one, you could come up with a reasonably decent excuse just as you did for the show. On the other hand, you don’t think you can hide this secret any longer.

(And maybe you just really really missed her.)

You: K, I need to give you my new address tho

true see <3: oh you moved?? daddy didn't tell me that

You: Something like that, yeah…

true see <3: s/o??? are you gonna explain that??

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true see <3: you’re in THE HOSPITAL???

Needless to say, the reunion with your dear, brilliant, and oh so unfortunate girlfriend is not exactly joyous. You try to explain everything over text before Trucy sees you for yourself: how one diagnosis turned your life upside down, how the difficult decision was made to amputate your left arm, of god awful daytime soaps and flimsy ham sandwiches. But nothing in the world could prepare either of you for when you two are face to face for the first time in a year.

You think the performer’s mask might have slipped within the first few seconds, but it’s soon back up and stronger than ever. “S/O?”

“Trucy!” You use your remaining arm to pull yourself into an upright position. Mr. Wright is standing at the door with an armful of stuffed animals and chocolates. “Long time no see?”

Despite her youthful appearance, Trucy is actually quite strong when she needs to be. It still startles you when Trucy smacks you lightheartedly (or so it would have been) and then hugs you tightly, as if you might fly away at any moment.

“You were here all this time and I never knew.” You lightly pat her on the back with your right arm, hoping that she’s smiling on your shoulder, maintaining her energetic performance despite the gravity of the situation. Instead, you start to feel what might be small droplets on your hospital gown. And if Trucy’s given up the act, you don’t even stand a chance.

The weight of a year begotten with misfortune, vague explanations, and longing for the girl in your arms hits you all at once.

“Daddy,” Trucy begins with pleading eyes, “how come you never told me?”

Mr. Wright looks around the mountain of gifts in his hands. “You know I hate keeping secrets from you, Truce.”

“Then…S/O?” You curl into yourself, sheepish and shameful.

“I knew that if you found out, you’d come back home straight away.” The televised broadcasts of her Paris show play through your mind. How she simply shined on stage, brilliant and happy and unburdened. “This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance for you. I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Trucy clasps your hand with fervor. She thinks of another lie by omission told once, when Lamiroir was just Lamiroir and Polly was just Polly. Forgiving Daddy was easy, once the dust had settled. Forgiving Thalassa is a nebulous impossibility. But maybe she can understand how her mom felt, through your eyes, hiding a secret bound by some odd notion of self-sacrifice.

Despite everything that’s happened to you, you’re still the same S/O who taught her that love, in all its forms, works in strange ways. It’s the closest thing to true magic she has ever known. It’s the kind of love you need right now.

(S/O, I’ll be with you through sunshine and rain. You could never be a burden.)

She kisses you once, then twice, then makes you wonder how you can get her to do this the rest of your life. “You’re so silly sometimes, S/O. None of this means anything if I can’t be here with you.”

Your heart feels it could burst from affection, but there’s so much to talk about, so much to do—

Knock knock. A nurse stands by the door with a bored expression. “Visiting hours are over.” You glance tearfully at Trucy and embrace her one more time. You desperately wish things were different, that you could feel Trucy’s fine hair with your left hand like you used to. But you don't need to commit everything to memory now. The two of you have time.

“Next time I see you, we’ll both be smiling. Got it?”

🌙 Athena Cykes 🌙

Athena was pleasantly surprised to hear from one of her old friends from her time in Europe. Apparently, they were in L.A. at the moment and wanted to catch up over coffee.

You had the slightest hint of discord in your voice though, as if you were keeping something from her. All told, though, the defense attorney was just happy to hear from you again! She would never admit it, but her feelings for you were a little more than friendly then. You were, after all, one of only a few friends her age. Having also moved from Japanifornia a couple years before Athena, your kindness and crash course on Living in Europe 101 made a huge impression on young Athena. So did your laugh, your liveliness, your smile…

Okay, so maybe she was a little nervous about seeing you again but that was fine! She was perfectly fine! As Athena picked out a casual sundress and started walking to the address you texted her, she thanked the stars for Apollo’s mantra. Athena Cykes was doing fine!

When Athena sees you for the first time in three years, Athena Cykes is decidedly not doing fine. Your left leg is amputated below the knee, confining you to a wheelchair. You're peppered with questions right away, with all the tact of a licensed psychologist. You laugh sheepishly and recount your tale for the nth time.

Shortly after Athena left for the Wright Anything Agency, you were one of many victims in a tragic automobile accident. You were one of the fortunate ones, coming out with your life and no life threatening injuries. But it came at the cost of your ability to walk.

You managed, building a respectable life for yourself in Europe. But part of you was itching to fly to the States, and you were still waiting for your prosthesis. You figured a short sojourn couldn’t hurt, hence why you were here today.

You were worried that your friend might see you differently, that the easy friendship you built up all those years ago would be replaced by saccharine sympathy. Turns out, you needn’t have worried. Athena listens to you attentively, asking genuine inquiries you tackle one by one. When you wrap up your story, you ask about how Athena is doing as a bonafide lawyer, and it’s as if nothing had changed. While the coffee is mediocre, the conversation isn’t. You laugh over absurd WAA stories and eccentric work colleagues, and you want to do nothing but stay right here, in this moment.

“Mein Gott! Is it really that late?” Athena places a twenty in your hand, even though you’re sure coffee didn’t cost this much. “Mr. Wright is going to…ahh! S/O, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” You nod and wave, highly amused. You can work out the details of where and when later.

The two of you refamiliarize yourself with the other over the course of several definitely-not-dates. Athena, for some reason, insists on pushing you around in your wheelchair to and fro. This isn’t necessary of course, you can move around just fine on your own, but the gesture still manages to warm your heart. In turn, you learn about what she’s been up to. She managed to save Simon as promised, albeit through extremely convoluted circumstances. You never say this out loud, but one look at Athena and you knew immediately. Her gait was lighter, absent of the burden from the UR-1 incident, and her already gorgeous aquamarine blue eyes shine brighter than ever. For a moment, you forlornly wonder if Athena is the only one whose changed for the better. The objection is near immediate when you voice your thoughts on the Santa Monica pier.

“Objection!” Athena cringes at her own volume, but she couldn’t help herself. You’re as kind and sharp as ever, but you've grown so much too! You have every reason to be bitter at the world…yet you’re not. But that’s not much of a surprise, is it? Even back then when you and the stars were always a short jog away, your optimism made the impossible task of saving Simon seem possible, even inevitable. You were that spark of hope for a better tomorrow, and you influenced her so much more than you would ever know.

(Let me be there for you this time.)

“S/O, you’ve done so much for yourself, it’s très magnifique!” And you’re even cuter now, too! Widget supplies, and her cheeks light ablaze. “Ack, Widget!”

You offer a shy chuckle and return the blush with your own. “For what it’s worth, Athena,” you reach across the armrest of your wheelchair and nestle your hand in hers, “I think the same of you.”

Those mesmerizing blue eyes widen further, and her windswept auburn ponytail catches the light of the setting sun. And then she looks at you and the world stops. “S/O, can I…?”

You nod and that does it. Athena leans from the bench she’s perched on to capture your lips in hers, sublime and sweet with the taste of kettle corn. Three years ago, you were confined to a hospital bed, wondering what your incredible best friend was doing on the other side of the world. You never thought in a million years that it would come to this.

The two of you separate, breathless. You study every contour of her visage, and you suppose she is doing the same. “That was real, right? I’m not dreaming?”

“You’re not.” You lean in one more time, but Athena directs her gaze to the boardwalk and your heart breaks.

“S/O…what about you? Your life is in Europe and there’s so much left for me to do here.” A wry smile crosses your face. If that was what she was worried about…

“I can’t predict the future, Athena. But I promise you this: I will always come back for you.” The answer undoes your Athena’s composure, tears gently spilling in rivulets. You swipe a thumb over the droplets, a gesture that seems to summon your own tears.

“I love you, S/O. S-so let’s do this together…alright?”

[mothervvoid]

1/5ch | 2k wc | Uchiha Obito/Nii Yugito

"That's enough," the man in the orange mask—Madara, she supposes—says, sitting up from his lazy, lax position. "She's a guest here, you'll treat her as such."

"Guest?" Yugito scoffs. She doesn't feel like a guest, not with all of the chakra-drains attached to her, siphoning away her power. Not with the hands digging into the meat of her shoulders and arms. "I'd hate to see how you treat your prisoners."

"Are all jinchuriki in possession of such sharp tongues?" Madara asks, before he waves a hand. "Begone. I wish to speak with her alone."

OR, instead of being sealed after being captured, Nii Yugito accepts a deal.

[tox-tea]

Oh to Worship You (click for higher res)

[lyss-butterscotch]

GIJINKA ITERATOR REF V2

Top left is pronoun - height - symbol - overseer/earpiece color

Top middle is name - local group - ID tag - branch - interests

Note that names listed in CREATURES are names given by their creators, not their title

[temeyes]

train ride home

[doodleodds]

Me? Uploading a Halloween comic on November 18th, almost four whole-ass weeks late???? Yeah that’s uh. yup. yeah

Thanks for reading! :) <3

[samarecharm]

tiny.

[hakusins]

WHITNEY COMFORT EV ENT !!!!!!! I FUCKING DID IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[marclef]

fake peppino making the discovery that, unfortunately, noise is not a delicious rat underneath that mask.

[disastersteps]

you may not be me, i may not be you, but we're one and the same.