#the moon man is absolute chaos incarnate

[hoperays-song]

Buster and Meena’s Relationship in Sing 1

*Buster and Meena siphoning water to make the water stage in Sing 1*

Meena: “Are we meant to be in here?”

Buster: “Given the alarming number of warning signs, I highly doubt it. But, what’s the worst that can happen?”

[shadeswift99]

Hey yo so what if I made the most crack-filled crossover fix-it AU for both Hermitcraft and Empires at once. I bet there's a way I can smash em together so all of their individual problems literally just cancel each other out and all we're left with is ridiculous amounts of fluff and chaos, one draft no edits let's gooooooo -

- Instead of each of the server's individual endings happening the combination of dumbass science and magical nonsense just breaks reality completely and the two worlds hurtle into each other at interdimensional warp speed. Everyone's Hermitcraft bases are now on top of/beside/inside/under everyone's empires, it's pure aesthetic chaos incarnate

- Hermatrix Octa Beats Exor's Ass because I say so. Aeor fights the Moon and wins. (Please ignore the fact that I know next to nothing about 3/4 of these entities just let the gods fight it out I don't care about the details)

- Alternatively: fWhip and Jimmy still do the salmon/cod reactor thing but it happens in just the right place so the explosion pushes the two worlds away from the Moon by pure coincidence

- It takes exactly 1.37 seconds for Sausage to start sacrificing stuff to the Boatem hole

- Pix is there and Pixandria isn't actually splorked onto any other bases, but he shows up to meet with the others Exactly Once and then they basically don't see him again for months because he's booked solid making Vigil candles for Scar

- Eventually Joe finds him (tried to use that desert to mine sand for new green hotbar glass) and they have a conversation about philosophy, death, and epic pranks that I would absolutely pay to see while Joe helps him craft all those candles

- Cleo tries to sell them Hive-dr8 for the Vigil but Pix doesn't think that would be very respectful of the dead (he will take several for himself though because that desert is approximately Dry As Fuck and also this high fantasy rp man probably hasn't had an energy drink in his life)

(lots more under the cut, also very interested in extra ideas!)

- Whenever there's two of anybody they have to fight each other. That's the rules. Wizard Gem assumes she'll win the fight easily but HC Gem is a Canadian moose hybrid and absolutely runs her over a la "counterspell THIS, casual" so that's that decided (Gem respawns just fine with nothing harmed but her dignity)

- Pearl v Pearl ends up with Empires Pearl winning, of course, but it's a good fight and they agree to spar lots more afterwards for practice

- Scott and X talk and decide to just swap evil brothers and have done with this already. Scott takes Evil X aside to gently talk about his crippling abandonment issues and EX just decides to quit bothering people before the gay elf man makes him cry in front of two whole servers

- Xisuma lays eyes on our favourite demon Xornoth for 1 (one) millisecond and immediately remembers why he's wearing all that Doomguy armour. Rip and tear. (Whether he gets some kind of a redemption ending or not is really up to people who know and care more about that lore than I do)

- After EX Forcible Therapy Arc he runs across Evil Sausage and they try to go in together as business partners. It's an absolute disaster. Dark!Sausage keeps gleefully murdering all their customers and the place goes bankrupt days after opening. At least they're having fun though!

- Optional: after X uppercuts the corruption directly out of Xornoth he joins the Evil Business Trio and actually makes it halfway make sense (he is now the least evil person there and also the proud owner of at least one braincell which I find hilarious under the circumstances)

- Joel figures out that he's exactly 0.5 inches taller than Bdubs when they stand perfectly level with each other. His complete refusal to let Bdubs forget it has started 17 wars already. (In reality they get along great still though, because Bdubs does things with terracotta that would make any builder weep tears of joy and also he's wearing moss -)

- Zed's mountain is now home to zWhidaph's Laforgeboratorylands and he is NOT happy about it, this is not in keeping with his antisocial habits at all, there's this guy with wings running around unionizing all his villagers and there's weird deepslate redstone spikes everywhere and - OOOO wait he can study that stuff! Everything is perfectly okay now. Zed is in science heaven

- Gem's dragons make friends with False's giant eagle

- Grian keeps challenging Scott to increasingly risky flying challenges and Scott keeps ending up head-first in a tree in a very un-kingly way

- The number of deaths in Boatem meetings + the number of deaths in WRA meetings...they have a combined meeting Exactly One Time before Pix says that if they ever die that many times at once again he's holding candle making classes at swordpoint for the whole group

- Wormman and Poultryman get brought back just so they can be a superhero trio with the Codfather

- Lizzie and Cub become the next villain duo through sheer force of pun alone (they try to teach the axolotls to dig through the mole tunnels but they don't seem to want to cooperate)

- Ren and Sausage hit it off immediately because of course they do (also Bubbles loves the big friendly dog man, he smells like sticks and gives good scritches)

- Most importantly of all, Joel, Sausage, and Zedaph come together to host the greatest game show Hermempirecrafts has ever seen: Is That Blood Sheep Looking At Me!

That's all the ideas I have for now! I lied about no edits, I'm actually probably going to quarantine this in drafts for a couple days after the finale so the irreverent tone doesn't get me Seven Million Unhappy Replies for posting during the grieving period, but I'm personally really liking the break from all the seriousness to just fling wild ideas at the wall and see what makes the most good brain juice. :] I'll probably come up with more later!

[halfmoonshines]

Hiii can I request for fluff with Jake lockley I don't have any prompts rn but I hope you can manage

ayo not me hoping praying that someone requests jake lockley content

once again this is not beta read or anything (i do a quick reread) because i'm trash and pumping this out before dr strange

keep in mind that i have NEVER read the comics; so we're going off of our 45 seconds in Moon Knight. Bare with me.

Jake Lockley x GN!Reader

summary: this man is chaos incarnate, alignment chaotic good in every sense of the word, but when he's with you is the only time he breathes a little

Pacify

You had stupefied this man, in every way almost immediately upon meeting him. He had quite literally run into you on one of his outings, he was too busy listening to Khonshu's heavy voice in his ear that he didn't even realize he was walking straight toward you until his shoulder had slammed violently into yours. You were knocked off balance immediately, drink that was in your hand crashing to the ground along with the book you held in the other. Jake had reached out quickly, reflexes sharp enough to keep you from falling and a far from apologetic look on his face.

You were incensed. You were just trying to enjoy your day off until some asshole shoved himself into you and didn't even have the decency to look anything other than bored. You shook his arm off and reached down to scoop up your book and empty cup.

"Are you blind or just rude?" You demanded, shaking your flyaway hair from your eyes.

He was enraptured. You were absolutely stunning and had a mouth on you to boot. His expression morphed from indifference to apology, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Tienes razón. Where are my manners? Let me buy you another coffee." He reached for the cup in your hands and discarded it in the nearby bin, gesturing for you to follow him down the street.

"We don't have time for this."

The god could wait.

You seemed torn for a moment before nodded your assent. "It's the least you can do."

Now here you were, two months later and spending as much as your free time together as you could.

You had quickly noticed that Jake was a whirlwind of a man, strong and capable but prone to acting on his slightest whims. Which you loved, but he almost never seemed to just slow down and enjoy his time. Until moments like this.

Both of you laid across the couch, you in between his legs with your back against his chest while he stroked your hair. These were the only times that you truly felt the tension leave his muscles, and he didn't seem like he'd rather be anywhere else than where he was in that moment.

Jake adored this time with you. He'd been a protector his entire life, whether it was for Marc and Steven or the travelers of the night. He felt like he didn't really have the time or patience to deal with anything resembling affection, plus he enjoyed his work. He knew it was what he was meant to do.

Now being here with you, he didn't think there could possibly be anything else he was destined for.

"Y/N?" He murmured without pausing the movement of his hand through your hair.

"Yeah, Jake?" You twisted a bit to look at him.

He was just smiling at you, those dark onyx eyes glittering with adoration. "I love you." He said simply before leaning down for a kiss.

[bookwyrminspiration]

Hello! I am now home and can respond to your ramblings about my art properly!

PlayBoy:

Thank you!! I'm very proud of the tattoos and had to look up several references for Māori tattoos and they're all so lovely and intricate. The tattoos on his thighs are placeholders until I can find some that are just as intricate and lovely. Fun fact! The moon tattoo is supposed to be a matching tattoo set, the second one being a sun. (You should post the drawings with the crescents! I'm sure that they would look lovely) And yes the hands- I was so pleased with the hands, they were so fun to draw and I'm proud of how they turned out! Though I may have cheated a little and traced a genuine playboy magazine that didn't seem too hard and appealed to me. It lended a hand in how good I drew the hands in this, as directly tracing hands never look good. I say traced but I mostly mean for the prices and the word thingys and the but, and then I referenced that sketch and refined it more until it looked about right. The original magazine had the very satisfying back curve! The highlights hoenstly bring the art together, it just looked boring without them and I wanted to make it pop. Thank you so much!

Space man:

Yes that is space! The tentacles were very fun to draw but it took a little bit to make them look right. He is truly chaos incarnate. Jeremy (The little man off to the left and basically his assistant) doesn't even know what he's doing. Jeremy hates this and hates Maui and is going to berate him later for it /lh. And I put so much effort into the background!! And I'm still only revising it!! There's so much more for me to do with this drawing!! I have so much more to do, it is a very mentally taxing drawing so I'm just taking my time with it. It'll look awesome once it's finished! And thank you so much, I'm glad that it's working out so far!!! And no, it will absolutely not work out and he'll nearly accidently get the crew killed and give Jeremy a heart attack (/hj) (/lh)

Mermaid:

Yes! Mermaids are very fun! I think this au of him was the reason I got into them in the first place, and then I got into angels and demons because of Laproxie on Instagram, and now I've kind of forgotten about both tbut the mermaid has sticked mostly!! Thank you about the fluidity about the tail! I am also very picky about flowy lines and how they work and fish don't have knees. I actually stole the way the colours work from Castle Swimmer on webtoon! It's honestly so beautiful and the story and art is both great and now I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for season three because the two love birds just met again after a long time of trying to find each other and there was so much lore and three comedic witches and it's just beautifully written. The water was the hardest part, I don't like drawing water. But the light scattering were fun! And the white bit on top is either seafoam or light refractions. Ok so I spent a really long time thinking about it and decided he would be more of a deep sea fish (I only drew him in shallow waters because its so much easier to pose) so I made him blue so he could camoflauge! He also has natural bioluminessence that I didn't draw in the because it's very light out. And yes!!! Those are stitches!! Thank you so much!!

Casual:

Yes, it is a very different vibe! It's a lot calmer than the other ones (And less sexually inclined like in the first one, but I would describe him as promiscuous so I feel its fitting) He is very smug and carefree but also quite vain, he can often be seen looking at himself in any reflective surface he can, including a small pocket mirror he takes with him wherever he goes. He has traded comfort for a life of being sexy and his brother is so confused and keeps trying to shove him into something comfortable and Maui Hisses and shys away like he's a cat and his brother is trying to get him into a bath of water. His brother is the opposite and also very buff

I put si much effort into the straps!! I'm very happy to have them recognised!! They gave me a bit of issues but I managed to beat them into looking good. Same with the scarf! Though, most of the credit has to go to the fabric brushes on procreate. I don't know what I would do without them

Thank you so much for taking some time out of your day to view them and comment on them <333 I love it when you ramble so it's absolutely no problem! Ahhh, I'm so glad that my art is colourful and pleasing to look at and I hope to continue sending Maui to your inbox!

I'm very glad that you're slowly piecing him together, and that you seem to enjoy what he is. It is a veyy joyous day <33333

-Heathen

Heathen!! Hello! I have finally gotten to the third ask you sent me that fateful night a few weeks ago! I was not expecting a response at all (probably should've since this is you) so i'm very curious what this contains

that being said my response will be under a cut since. long!

Playboy:

The tattoos were so lovely!! I love tattoos so much I'd love to get a few. I used to have a whole host of tattoos planned out, but that was when I was like 13 and now looking back I'm like wow so glad I was not allowed to get tattoos because I'd now like very different tattoos. Still want a dragon tho. Matching tattoos also sound super cool! Sun and moon imagery is also *chef's kiss.* And I'd forgotten about the crescent art I have but mayhaps I shall post it at some time!

Congratulations on the hands tho the blending between tracing and making it look good can be hard but you did great! For me one of the biggest annoyances when tracing hands is that...they do not match my style. I usually take my own reference photos, so my real life hands when traced don't match my less-realistic style. The translation between the two is annoying sometimes but you nailed it! and highlights are always fun--I frequently go a little too over the top with highlights (especially in curly hair) and then am just like whelp can't do anything about it now (for traditional art at least)

Spaceman:

Yes!! haha!! I know enough about sci-fi to recognize space! Tentacles are like a hit or miss for me. I'm. very picky about the fluidity of lines and tentacles can be a nightmare! Side note: i frequently type out little rants on tumblr and then just save them to my drafts and one of them is about the squiggle of lines.

but poor Jeremy, having to deal with the chaos that is Maui. I don't think him berating Maui is going to change anything but he sure can try.

As for the background, I hope you have fun with it! Those kinds of big detailed drawings can be really draining so good idea to take your time. It already looks awesome so I have no doubts that it'll be even better once you've finished it. What will not get better are Maui's plans everything is going to descend into chaos i fear for Jeremy

Mermaid:

You're so right mermaids are fun. When I think of the ocean I usually think about pirates because my dad is a pirate nerd and he infected me with pirate brainrot, but I also love the idea of sirens and creatures in the water as part of that. And so true fish do not have knees. Maybe we could...do something about that :). your fish has been kneed.

I don't know anything about Castle Swimmer but the colors you stole are very pretty!! Three seasons sounds like a lot tho I don't know how people do it. I say, with a blog heavily focused on an 11 book series. But back to Maui! Camouflage sounds like it could be useful, but also I'm wondering how much light is down in the deep sea and if it'd even be necessary to hide if no one can see you. That's like ingrained hiding in the environment. Just a musing though, the design is still very pretty. Something something all I hear after that is bioluminescence which is hella cool I'd like to also glow in the dark. Maybe that was my thought process when I accidentally cracked a glow stick into my eyes when I was a child, I was trying to become bioluminescent

Casual:

it is so much calmer than the others but also still has the wicked expression from the space one. Like he may look nice in terms of his appearance, but he also looks malevolent and like trouble. Good for him for the self-confidence tho. Sometimes you just need to stare into your own soul through a mirror. Though if you don't blink long enough then your face will stare to distort and you'll stop recognizing yourself, at least in my experience. it's pretty cool.

that is hilarious that Maui's brother is trying to unsexy him I love that so much. Just confused but supportive "it's cold out you can't wear that" and maui's in booty shorts and fishnets and a crop top, that's the dynamic I'm imagining rn.

yes!! the fabric texture is so impressive! thank you to the fabric brushes for giving heathen the tools they need to make cool art of a sexually chaotic part robot man.

thank you for sharing your art with me! I was very honored when you directly sent it to me even after you'd already posted it, it was like an "oh? you went out of your way to make sure I saw this?" moment /pos. I will enjoy as much as you have to say about Maui, so feel free to continue sending him!! he is a little puzzle I am gleefully putting together in my head one bit at a time and it's lovely.

[definegodliness]

The Dream Girl

It was the night before the moon shifted phases from old to new that I was visited by a girl, so beautiful, in a dream so vivid. I asked her who she was, and she answered in seven poems, accompanied by seven pictures. Each poem was of an unfathomable esoteric allure. Each photograph compelling like a Pre-Raphaelite painting. And when I had finished taking it all in, I felt like she had shown me her very soul. The core of her being. Her rights and wrongs. There, in that realm of unbridled fantasy, I loved her. And I could not help but create something similar to what she had shown me, here, in the world of the waking. Fitting together the little pieces of her I had left after waking up. Her art could never be approached, so this is merely an ode. To her. The dream girl.

Sky-lamb

“Soft. Ethereal. High above where the wind plays with messy hair and flusters cheeks a healthy apple-red. Innocence. Sometimes I disperse in blue to let the universe in unfiltered. It often hurts. But when I then return to that endless sky-meadow, I am so grateful. Always so grateful. Tears of joy stream over my face as I frolic among my kin. As if everything will turn out fine. As if every day could be the equinox of spring. I am that cloud, ephemeral. That lamb so vulnerable and small. But when I drift away in aether, I reify unwavering hope.”

Light-eye

“The mountain, the cottage, the skylight. The attic where a child hides to read ancient books in silence. She must have read a thousand. A thousand wondrous worlds. A thousand escapes from ours. I let in the sun whenever she feels darkened. To hug her warm with arms of amber. And when there blows a gentle zephyr, I let it seep through the cracks in my window. It stirs the dust and cobwebs that, with a little help from the daystar, shimmer a spectacle in sepia. It keeps her from being disenchanted. She lives in me and I protect her.”

Apocalyptica

“Imploding stars. Antimatter. Within my rib-cage, mother Titan inverts. Creation malforms into obliteration. A vacuum of nothingness. I am dead, and yet, I am less than dead. There's no memory of me or who I was. I've turned into a shade of light-absorbing pain. Below my sternum all collapses. My diaphragm mimics the spiraling maw of the world-eater. I dare not move. I dare not touch. I dare not sleep with all this rage surging through my veins. Is this the real me? Stay away! I'm so afraid. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't want to hurt again.”

Gaean healer

“My hands are soft. They ache to touch. I am moss, overgrowing the lifeless grey of ancient ruins. Returning what man robbed from nature to the grand cycle of symbiosis. Mine is the life abundant. I am made of root and earth. In my arms I cradle fledglings. And butterflies surround the flowery vines of my hair. My cheeks show streaks of sunny pollen. Painted by bumblebees clumsily bumping. I care. For the toad that hops on my head when it rains to croak. For the salamander and newt that hide in my coat. For fragile things. For life unconstrained.”

Star sower

“Mother moon birthed me. Primordial breath, exhaled. And I, within the dark of nil, exploded into being. Shimmering in brilliant chaos, a light-catcher. Intangible, incomprehensible. Yet I am. Small and grand. Traveling in limitless expansion, searching diamonds of life-giving evolution within the never-ending. I soar. My butterfly-net of sparkling mesh, a comet's tail illumining the darkness. I've sewn each star caught on Nyx's cloak. And when after aeons the earthen sky was finished, I left mother moon for space. Shaping brand-new constellations and nebulas. I catch and sow the brightly orbs, forever expanding the last frontier between veil and void.”

Atlantean wayfarer

“Water. Soothing weightlessness. I drift in dreams depicting crystal clear images of Antediluvian civilizations. Tranquil, I am. Yet ever flowing. Ever exploring the depths of our planet's chalice. Diving into the deep blue cornucopia. Come. Come with me. Feel. The sensation of flying. Hear. The stillness only broken by the distant whale's melancholic song. Don't worry, we can breathe here. See? My cheeks are still touched by the vagabond blush. Flustered in wonder. Warm is my blood. Here, in the womb of creation. Where curiosity's never sated. Where we, if we dive deeper, may dream the answer of our everlasting.”

Euphoria

“Connection. Heightened senses. Hands brushing in a passing by. Foretasting electrification. Hold mine and feel the sparks fly. Energy surging in undulating waves originating from our linking palms and interlacing fingers. Squeeze harder. Feel our heartbeats synchronizing. Pounding. Eagerness incarnates in the space between our atoms. Souls sparkle signs of life to prove their existence. Look into their pools. Pleading. Consume me. Fuse with me. I am the moan in your throat. The silvery thread of spit connecting our rawly kissed lips. The reaffirmation of a million lives simultaneously lived and unlived together. The emollience of the whole. The affection.”

--- 26-3-2020, M.A. Tempels © Special thanks to @lorienfae​ (Star sower), @aubriestar​ (Sky-lamb, Apocalyptica, Atlantean wayfarer), and @undertheheart​ (Light-eye), who so generously offered their absolutely stunning photography to accompany these poems. Helping to create what I envisioned, dreaming.

[celestialholz]

You know how Q mentioned Picarad to Janeway and Sisko. I headcanon he also does this to various others he meets from time to time. There are entire civilzations that have figured out that they can get their God of Chaos to stop tormenting them by indulging and ecouraging his rants about Picard until he forgets why is there in the first place.

*laughs for five straight minutes* Brilliant. Take this mad thing with my pleasure! ^_^

The myths of Zenda VII have long since spoken of the ultimate threat; the malevolent deity, murmured in the dead of night’s campfire tales, the unwilling witnesses of stars and firelight alone only emphasising the terror scattered through generations of their people.

“They’ll come in broad daylight,” the grandmother whispers to her rapt charges around the flaming pit, tone solemn, eyes as round and wide as the third moon. “Chaos incarnate, wiles absolute, the Ultimate One; elaborately clothed, no need for the cover of midnight; torment shall reign for cycles on end, and when they eventually recede… all of our souls will have been reaped, harvested to appease the whims of the grand sky gods. We shall be shells alone.”

It’s a tale as old as time, always recited with identical reverence, a fear befitting of the inevitable but nevertheless terrifying, children left to scatter, bawling, back to their huts, the grimace of the elders and the chief all the remains beside the fire to see them all off into uneasy dreams.

There have been counterarguments occasionally, heated mutterings among the people at village meetings; “They’ll have mercy, surely? We’re just farmers, living off the land - peaceful, loving!”

The only response is a grim silence, and it settles deep in the heart of their every chief through the centuries, the thought that perhaps, one day, they’ll have to be the one to bear the brunt of such horror.

… It’s curious then, the day they do show up; it’s exactly as the legend states, after all, exuberant robes and all, appearance immediately threatening by the diamond of pure brilliance that accompanies it. They’re in the village square, glancing round, humanoid features creased with bemusement at the screaming, fleeing community around them.

“Oh gods, Shazem, it’s them!” Comes the petrified hiss of the chief’s life-mate, an unassuming and terrified female.

“I… yes,” the chief replies, and though terror fills every inch of her soul, she stares unblinkingly outwards from her grand hut’s window, natural flippancy rising from the ashes. “I was expecting them to be a little more… you know.”

“What on Zenda are you saying?! They will raze our people to the ground! Did you not just see their appearance?!”

“Bit difficult to miss,” the chief answers thinly. “I… I’ve just been under the distinct impression that they’d be a bit more… intimidating, but legends do not lie, my darling. Stay here, won’t you?”

“It will make no difference, Shaz -”

“It may, for a while at least.” She kisses her soundly, swallows, and leaves, shadowed briefly by the walk past several neighbouring huts.

“Seriously, have I missed the memo?” The being calls dryly at the sprinting natives, the cries of horror that ring across the village, the doors being carelessly slammed as they dive for shelter. “Why are you all running? Admittedly can’t imagine you’ve all seen much in the way of teleportation, I could have been a touch more subtle, but -”

“You are the Ultimate One.” Her voice remains admirably level as it rings across the square, tremble barely visible in her legs. “My people fear you as the one that will destroy us all.”

The being spins, eyes alight with bewilderment.

“… Do they?” They ask in intrigue, before they sigh theatrically, turning a glare skywards. “And which of you thought this was a hilarious idea? Do speak up!”

Something distinctly uneasy shifts through her for a long moment as the being curls lips, seemingly having received their answer from a higher plane.

“… Lovely,” they snap. “I’ll deal with you later, kid.”

A cool look is directed suddenly at her, lips pursed. “So, what am I supposed to be doing exactly?”

The chief swallows subtly, wondering if she can lie to a being of ‘absolute wiles’.

“You are, uhm… you’re supposed to -”

“Oh for the love of -” Their tongue clicks in exasperation. “Telepathic, dear, do try not to lie won’t you?”

Her features fall just slightly, though a brow raises. “Why… why would you need to ask, then?”

“Is it too much to expect a little honesty?” They ask dryly, eyes rolling. “I’m going to be perfectly candid with you at least, sweet mortal - your legends are, to a degree at least, accurate. I am absolutely capable of tearing your precious little village to shreds, half the galactic locality with it in fact, and once upon a time I may very well have done, but -”

Two opulent love-seats appear beside the fireside in a diamond of light, duet of colourful cocktails placed beside a glass mug of something steaming, though the true curiosity is the being that’s also been summoned; clad in deep maroon and utterly bemused, he stares between entity and chief, decidedly irritated by the situation.

“ - I married this guy a few weeks ago, and he’s frustratingly ethical.” They say it with great affection despite the man’s clear annoyance. “Do take a seat, darling. I made tea!”

“Q,” begins the strange visitor furiously, “what in fresh hell -”

“Not in front of the Zendans, Jean-Luc.” They give a conspiratorial wink before glancing at Shazem expectantly. “Are you just going to stand there, my dear? I think you’ll find my campfire tales rather more charming.”

Shazem blinks stupidly as an irate voice washes through her peripheral awareness, muttering angrily foreign terms such as “Prime Directive” and “on the damn bridge!” and “supposed to be chairing a conference between the Talosians and Andorians!” as the other soothingly proclaims that they’ll fix time accordingly, and despite herself, she bursts out laughing, mad, breathless giggles erupting from her.

“They’re fine,” she announces loudly to her village, fear receding in her spirit. “Absolutely fine, my friends! Weird, very weird, but fine!”

“Less of that, thank you!” The being, apparently ‘Q’, responds coolly as the residents slowly peek from their huts, uncertain but trusting; some murmur brief laughs at the bickering couple, others merely stare. “You’re the weird ones, with your linear time and your limited lifespans! And you’ve never so much as heard of a starship -”

“Prime. Damn. Directive!” The one known as Jean-Luc hisses, outraged. “Please accept my apologies for my husband, good stars - apparently a two-month honeymoon wasn’t sufficient -”

“‘Pleasure and action make the hours seem short,’ my darling,” Q points out in fond exasperation, casting a glance at the villagers with a grin. “Anyone for a real legend? Wait until you hear how we met…”

[wandyrlust-a]

a reflection on casteel doing the absolute MOST 

sex during a battle. why.

why is your response to your wife saving your life to be horny??? explain. you know you’re the prince right like someone is GOING to save you

dude shut up

“it’s ok that she stabbed me in the heart because she cried”

threesome jokes with all three parties present bc he is chaos incarnated

“hey i know we’re broken up and all and that’s fine that’s cool but hear me out---what if we got MARRIED”

would die for that pussy. might try to just for fun.

this man got so emotional that he just stopped feeding for like weeks LIKE A CAT. THAT’S WHAT CATS DO. YOU’RE NOT A CAT ???? YOU THREW A CAT TANTRUM. YOU TAKE A CAT TO THE VET LIKE ‘why aren’t they eating’ and the vet says ‘oh idk they probs just don’t like how you rearranged the furniture in your house’ WE TAKE CAS TO THE VET ‘oh he’s just in love or something idk’ ????!!!! the DRAMA tldr; casteel is a cat. 

like literally shut up.

this man is 100% a sag sun, scorpio moon, and leo rising and it is absolute insanity

him wanting the dagger on hand during sex is honestly a mild detail

h o n e y d e w

he worked so hard to find that one piece of cheese for poppy that she never asked for and for what

if he wouldn’t be so into it, i’d say poppy needs to put a ball gag in his mouth i swear to god

[talesfantastic]

Multimuse: 6, 10, 11, 18, 19 (eek, that's a big one for you! do a selection if you'd prefer!)

-eyes list- Well then... let’s see what I can do.

6. which one of your muses have you been playing the longest?

The longest consistently is Angeal, who has about 10 years behind him. Who I’ve played the longest off-and-on is Vegeta, however, who... probably has another 5-10 years on him.

10. which muse is the most fun to write for?

Not gonna lie, at this point in my life I think I have the most fun as Genesis, for just plain writing. He’s just so bold and confident and over the top. In some ways, he’s a lot like I was way back before things happened and I can relate. In other ways (the temper, the overinflated ego, the violent streak...) he’s very different, but still fascinating.

Honorable mention to Lazard, too, though. I’ve had such a good time as Laz on Tumblr and that can’t be overstated. He’s just not quite as versatile as Gen can be.

11. is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?

Curse of the multimuse, we’re always thinking of adding people. My current list is long but I’ll break it down a little:

Who do I think I really will add, sometime in the near(ish) future:

Ann/Ran (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)

Canderous Ordo (Star Wars: KOTOR)

Carth Onasi (Star Wars: KOTOR)

Mistel (Story of Seasons)

Shad (Twilight Princess)

Who would I like to add but am unsure I will because of my grasp on their canons, or lack thereof:

Bardock (DBZ)

Ignis Scientia (FF15)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Zarbon (DBZ)

18. would you ship any of your muses together? who?

Oh yeah. There’s only a few, but yeah.

Angeal x Genesis, Genesis x Reeve and Kunzite x Minako

19. for each muse, is there a character you wish had a blog so you could interact with them? (this is long so... under a cut it is!)

Let me preface this with most of these blogs exist, I just am shy and haven’t approached yet. Or have approached and it hasn’t worked out, which doesn’t help with the shy.

Vegeta (DBZ) - there are Goku’s out there, I just haven’t had the guts to approach one. Same for Bulma’s, and his kids. Nothing into Super, because I don’t know Super and therefore don’t count it in my canon but man... I’d love those. OH! And Piccolo would be really neat, too.

Angeal (FF7) - ZACK. Please please please let Angeal find a puppy of his own. I desperately need some catharsis from what a mess canon made of what could have been a great friendship. And Sephiroth, for that matter! (I have been blessed with a Genesis, but I mean, I do welcome more Genesis’ if they want)

Chaos (FF7) - there’s plenty of Vincent’s just not a whole lot who want to deal with Chaos. Which is a shame, because I think I write a... somewhat different Chaos. It could be a good experience.

Genesis (FF7) - an Angeal who fits my Genesis would just... be amazing. Seriously. I would also greatly appreciate a Sephiroth, and would kill for a thread where they work through that ridiculous rivalry and become friends.

Lazard (FF7) - would love, love, love a Rufus, particularly one who would like an “eventual allies” thread because you know that canon divergence is my jam. Also a Heidegger who plays in the pre-CC/BC era.

Reeve/Cait (FF7) - lumping these two together; basically, I’d really like to throw them against each other, a Cait for Reeve and a Reeve for Cait. I think it could really be cool to reach out to a Rufus, or AVALANCHE 2.0 too? idk, it would be neat

Iris (Story of Seasons) - my kingdom for a Mistel! Seriously, even in the dedicated Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons/Stardew Valley rp group I’m in we can’t keep a Mistel. Just let Iris have her baby brother. ;-;

Trent (SOS:FOMT/FOMT/DS/CUTE) - honestly just all the Mineral Town and Forget-Me-Not-Valley peeps. I have so much muse for this man I’m down for crossovers and everything.

Midna (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess) - absolutely Link, but I’m also intrigued by Zelda, Ganondorf, and Zant

Sheik (Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time) - I’d actually really like to toss Sheik up or down the timeline at another incarnation of Zelda. And Link. And any of the Sages. Oh, and Ganondorf.

Ami Mizuno (Sailor Moon) - Zoicite! (Be still my shipper heart) But also, I’d really just like the other Senshi too?

Kunzite (Sailor Moon) - I’ve been blessed with a Minako (though I’m open for more!) but I would also really love Mamoru and the rest of the Shitennou.

Mamoru Chiba (Sailor Moon) - I have been blessed with some lovely Usagi’s but I’d love to see him with his Shitennou, his darling daughter, Helios and the Senshi.

Minako Aino (Sailor Moon) - Kunzite, not just because I happen to ship it but because they’re both the leaders of their Prince(ss)’ inner guard and have a lot in common that would make things Interesting. Also, Usagi and the Senshi of course, and Artemis, who I haven’t seen around at all actually.

HK-47 (Star Wars: KOTOR) - any of the Ebon Hawk crew, either set. I just want to see HK being his ~charming~ self, bonus if it’s with a Jedi or other pacifist calling the shots. Actually, even though I hate what they did with Revan in SWTOR I’d be game for tossing him up the timestream too. Or even further into the movie eras, or crossovers. C’mon, someone needs an assassin droid!

Liana Raine (Star Wars:TOR) - if we’re making a dream list, I’d love a Yuon Par, tbh. And a Hero of Tython. And any of her crew, really.

Revan (Star Wars: KOTOR) - again any of the Ebon Hawk crew (esp Carth or a Bastila that’s better rounded than canon >_>) but really any of them would be amazing. And definitely fast forwarding her to the movie eras. What a difference might have been made if they had known ahead of time how to deal with Sith. Or, for that matter, just if Anakin had had a different sort of mentor. I die for the thought of Revan as a mentor to Anakin or Obi-Wan, Force Ghost, holocron or whatever.

Tharan Cedrax (Star Wars: TOR) - a Jedi Consular (player character) would be amazing, but I’d also love Holiday or the what-if he’d gotten hooked up with a smuggler or bounty hunter crew instead. Seriously.

Duke (Threads of Fate) - I’d really love to see a Belle, because there’s a lot to explore there. Really I’d be grateful for any of the Threads of Fate cast though.

Fancy Mel (Threads of Fate) - other Threads of Fate people aside (and I’d especially love the dolls, fellow Aeons/mages, or Klaus) I’d be really interested on her talking with like, spirits or other magical beings?

---the few muses I left out I have no specific blog interactions in mind for. And again, I’m very well aware that most of these blogs exist I just... am shy. So here’s the wishlist I’ve been sitting on, lol.

[sublimeperfectionland]

New Moon of the Dark Kingdom Chapter Hundred and Fourteen - Born That Way

Zoisite and Kunzite have found true love, but when some old friends, a vengeful god, and a pair of evil twins are gunning for the Shitennou all at once, life is not going to be easy

[Scene: Neffy's mansion during a divination with the Celestial Seeress Astraea.]

Neffy: Astraea, Show us all the arcane statistics you know about these Heltry Twins.

Astraea: Here is what I am able to determine.

[The display switches to what looks like a computer monitor. At the tops are the images of Dev and El. First with their pastel tinted hair waist length hair in jeans and t-shirts, then to an image of them with waist-length honey blond hair and wrapped in bathtowel, then morphing to the image of the two of them in their current Hentai High incarnations.]

[Below the images is a printout of stats in Dark Kingdom hieroglyphics.]

NAME: ~~~~~~~(?)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(WREN)?

ALIAS: ~~~~~~~ANN, ELEANOR HELTRY, El~~~~~AIL, DEVON HELTRY, DEV

POWER LEVEL: ~~.51769 DIOS~~~~~~~~~~~~~.51769 DIOS

ELEMENT: ~~~~~~PHYSICS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MUSIC

SPECIES: ~~~~~~~PREVIOUSLY UNKNOWN RACE OF DARK ENERGY BEING

POWER SOURCE: ~~DARK ENERGY, SORCERY

RELATIONSHIP: ~~~BIOLOGICAL SIBLINGS

[Neffy studies the aliases]

Neffy: Cute. On the moon they were playing at being AliAnns, now they are playing at being DevEls.

Beryl: But they are neither, I assume. What form of being are they most similar to?

Astraea: They are beings comprised of dark energy, and that regard they are extremely similar to the Shitennou in both composition and ability.

Beryl: Except they are not Shitennou?

Astraea: They do not contain soulstones.

Neffy: They don't have souls?

Astraea: They do have souls. They don't have soulstones.

Jeddy: But that's impo- So how did whoever made them keep their souls intact when they were made into energy without using soulstones?

Astraea: It would appear Dark Energy is their native form.

Neffy: Oh, that's just creepy.

Beryl: So the boy's true name is Wren?

Astraea: Unknowable. The girl has called him that more than once, much to his seeming consternation. But a Wren is a species of songbird, unique to this planet, so it is likely this is a nickname.

Jeddy: And we know it is Wren, with a W, and not Ren, short for something like Renfield?

Astraea: No we do not.

Kunzite: [under his breath] Wren...Wren...Why do I have a vague feeling I have heard that name before? [he studies the images]...Seeress Astraea. Could you stop and focus in the images of them as blonds.

Astraea: Of course, Kunzite Son of Chaos.

[The display zooms in on the two images of them wrapped in towels with long wet honey-blond hair down to their waists.]

[Kunzite stares at it in stony silence]

Beryl: [places a hand on his shoulder] What is it, Kunzite? Do you see a clue to their true natures?

[Kunzite doesn't answer.]

Beryl: Kunzite? [She turns to look at him and sees he is just standing there with a goofy grin on his face.]

Beryl: ACCK! [gasps in outrage, then summons her spectre and uses it to smack him] YOU PERVERT! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A HAPPILY MARRIED MAN!

Kunzite: I AM...but you must admit they look rather appealing as blonds...especially the girl...when she smiles...

[Beryl gives him some side eye]

Neffy: [laughing] Appears we gave Kunzite too much credit for his motives for wanting to spare this pair. You'd better hope Wifey-Boy never find out about this.

Kunzite: I'll have you know my devotion and loyalty to Zoisite is absolute.

Jeddy: Frankly, I don't see it. They just look weird to me. Like their eyes are all messed up or something.

[He goes back to reading their stats and his brow furrows]

Jeddy: Wait a minute. Their power level is only a .51769?

Astraea: Correct, Jadeite son of Chaos.

Jeddy: But the Death Phantom couldn't take these two down?

Astraea: That has been proven.

Jeddy: That doesn't make any sense. My power level is about a .53, so Kunzite and Beryl must be a .7, at least, and I'm fair sure The Death Phantom could have mopped the floor with the both of them.

Astraea: Kunzite's current power level is .57868. Which is only slightly eclipsed by Beryl's current power level at .57977, while Nephrite's is at .55765

[Jeddy stares in disbelief]

Jeddy: So you are saying the rest of them are only a little more powerful than I am?

Neffy: No. the rest of us are considerably more powerful than you are.

Astraea: Correct. Power levels rise on a logarithmic scale. The Death Phantom was about a 1 in his heyday, more or less. Metalia is about a 1.3. Which makes her probably the most powerful being in the known universe, by far

[Jeddy blinks without comprehension]

Kunzite: earthquakes. A 7.0 earthquake is significantly more powerful than a 6.5, and far more deadly than two 3.5 combined.

[Jeddy shakes his head as if to clear it]

Beryl: Think of raising your power in terms of climbing a mountain that gets a hundred times more steep at the top than at the bottom...That is why we are able to gain power so quickly in the beginning before we master our abilities, but tail off as we reach our potential.

Jeddy: Oh...ok...that almost makes sense...but it just proves my point! How did a pair who are vastly weaker than we are manage to take out a minor god like the Death Phantom?

Astraea: At the time, the Death Phantom's power was insufficient to overcome their defensive magic.

Beryl: [Comprehension dawns] The power of the Silver Crystal...

Astraea: Is an anathema to them. It did not factor into their defenses at all.

[astraldirectrix]

Visions

A Bleach fanfic for the IchiRuki Big Bang 2017 event

Written by Amane Mizuhashi (astraldirectrix)

Corresponding art by @silverdoesthedrawing

Date: March 20, 2017

Ratings: T (ostensibly)

Warnings: Blood, fairly graphic violence, traumatic situations, dangerous situations involving minors

Genres: Hurt/Comfort, Horror, Fluff

Notes: Originally, Silver and I planned to submit a multi-chapter epic tale for the IRBB event, but various issues in our lives resulted in it being delayed. Hopefully, we’ll be able to tell that tale soon – but in the meantime, think of this story as a prologue of sorts. Also, for the record, this is the first fanfic I have ever posted on the internet. With that, we hope you enjoy our story!

Also read at: ao3

The moon hung high in the heavens tonight, luminous and beautiful as always. Adorning its grace were the clouds, colored in wisps of silver against a deep blue sky; the moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the darkness with a light sheen. His restless eyes peered upwards at the scenery.

As picturesque as it was, the moon’s luminescence only served to highlight how beautiful she was instead. The light fell onto her face and shoulders, enshrouding her with an almost ethereal glow, as if she was the moon incarnate. Her hair was the fabric of space; her pale skin, like the first snow of winter. She was not human; she was, first and foremost, a Shinigami, herald to the dead and absolver of lost souls. But to him, she was a literal angel; the rain within his soul disappeared in her light, and he was as clear as the night sky above him.

He smiled softly as he gazed upon her sleeping form. Certainly, this was the truth of his world. 

In the next room over, the girl tossed and turned, groaning in her sleep. Clutched tightly in her grip was a little bunny doll, but it offered her no solace in the depths of the nightmares plaguing her mind.

This blackness was darkness, yet darkness wouldn’t choke the life out of her. What is this? She floated in the murky depths, sightless; the pressure of the surroundings threatened to crush her, like a snake winding around its prey. Was this spiritual pressure? Her head throbbed. The blackness pulsed around her, like a living creature. The atmosphere felt cold, even slimy. She heard what sounded like burbling and rushing liquid. Blood? Oil? She could barely breathe or think, yet was trapped in her confusion.

Then the blackness rushed down like a waterfall, sweeping her in its tide. She screamed – but there was no sound. She tumbled down, flailing head over feet, aimlessly, senselessly, farther, farther –  

Then a light appeared and swallowed her whole.

She fell face-first into snow. It was soft, white and gleaming. It was her namesake – Yukihime. The air was cold but light, and she could breathe in it, as opposed to the suffocating blackness from before. Yukihime sat up and took in her surroundings. The land was covered in a sea of snow and glaciers of ice; the sky was dark and overcast, devoid of light. But not very far from her stood a female being, robed in white, radiant and delicate, that lit up the cold expanse, like moonlight upon winter snow.

It felt familiar to Yukihime, but she didn’t know why.

Another being approached the first. This one was male, taller and darker, wreathed in black, his long hair trailing in the air like a flame. He too was familiar to Yukihime, and she still couldn’t figure out why. He extended his hand out to the figure in white, and she took it in turn; and suddenly, Yukihime was swept up in a gust of ice and snow.

The two beings, black and white, danced over the surface of the world, and the girl, drifting in the wind, saw the dark clouds dissipate, revealing the bright, hot light of the sun. The sun burned away the ocean, giving way to dry land; the land was filled with green trees and plants, and the zephyr that carried the girl whistled and sang as it rushed through the foliage. And as Yukihime followed the waltz of the mysterious entities, she could feel a certain warmth all around her. She grinned and laughed at the comfort it brought.

It felt like love.

It felt like an embrace from her –

The scene changed, and Yukihime found herself in pure chaos.

Tall, strong men in shining armor were rushing past her, carrying large shields emblazoned with emblems. They charged with spears and swords against a mass of enemies, stabbing, slicing tearing through flesh and bone. Blood spilled before her. Battle-cries echoed in her ears. Her heart was racing, panicking, her countenance frantic. She tried to run away. Everything was madness.

Then she heard a familiar voice. A tall man, like the being she saw before, stormed towards the enemies. Upon his shield was a sun and moon. Another man, taller, lithe and limber raced with him, long dark hair cascading from his regal helmet. He too was vaguely familiar.

The enemies they faced stood no chance against the men, and they were stabbed and hacked to death. Foe after foe fell, bleeding, death rattles emanating from bloodied throats. Yukihime felt sick, but her horror would not cease. Then another set of opponents appeared. They were different, somehow – more vicious, wild, like untamed dogs. An unstable pause lingered in the air between the enemies and the armored duo as they faced each other down; then the battle began.

In a blur of brutality, the man with the shield of sun and moon had fallen, his throat cut and bleeding, his abdomen pierced through by blades. The regal man cried out his name, and consumed by rage, slaughtered the vicious slayers.

Yukihime covered her mouth with her hand in abject horror, her eyes wide and tearful. She ran to the dying man. She could see his face and the light fading from his eyes. It was a face she knew well. It was –

Papa?

The nightmare knew no end. The scenery continued to change.

The little girl saw before her different scenarios and endless suffering; plague, illness, murder, longing; once in a village wracked by death; another in an English moor; another in an ancient town. Again and again, she saw people with the faces of her father and mother in terrible agony and hardship, denied the chance to feel the warmth she had felt when the beings of black and white danced across the Earth.

She cried out for her mother and father, every time she saw their faces, and every time, the scenery would change into a blur. Nothing was sacred. Nothing was permanent.

Yukihime’s heart broke, time after time.

And then she opened her eyes.

The sun was out, and her room was filled with light and the comforts of home. Beneath the floor, she could hear the familiar sounds of breakfast – a whistling teapot, a humming microwave. Still clutching her little bunny doll, and desperate for relief, she climbed out of bed and went downstairs. Perhaps she could get some cereal and milk, maybe a hug from Papa and a kiss from Mama, and everything would be all right.

When she toddled into the kitchen, she found her father sitting at the little square breakfast table. “Papa?” she asked. “I’m scared.”

Her father stared down at her in complete confusion. “Um, I’m sorry, kid. You might have me confused. I’m not your dad.”

Yukihime’s eyes widened in shock.

That could not be.

She shared her father’s orange hair and one of his brown eyes – the other being purple, like her mother’s. She had freckles dotting her cheeks and her mother’s overbite.

This can’t be right.

“I’m not sure why you’re here,” her father continued, slightly nervous, “but I’ll try to help you out. My wife will be here in a bit.” He called down the hall. “Honey? Could you help me out? I’m in a bind here.”

The person that appeared to help was not Yukihime’s mother. She had long, flowing auburn hair, an ample chest and curvy hips wrapped into an apron, and large, doe-like eyes. In her arms was a fussy boy, hair just as orange as his father’s, and a red, pouty face. He resembled her, but Yukihime did not have a brother.

“Oh! Well, hello there, little girl. Are you lost? Maybe you should have something to eat before we figure out where you came from. What would you like to have?” the woman asked in a light, lilting voice. She too, was just as puzzled as her husband as to Yukihime’s appearance.

The little girl’s heart thumped against her chest. Her wide eyes brimmed over with tears.

This was absolutely wrong. This woman was not her mother, with her low, dulcet voice, short stature, violet eyes, and dark hair. The man sitting at the table was not her father, no matter how much she recognized him. The distinctive orange hair, chiseled chin and tall height meant Papa, but in his deep brown eyes there was no warmth for her, only doubt.

This was not her family. This was not her home.

Yukihime finally burst into tears, overcome with despair.

What broke Ichigo out of his reverie was the pattering of feet down the hall and a sharp, piercing wail as the door burst open. Rukia’s eyes shot open at the sound.

Yukihime was reduced to incoherent babbling and snot-filled, red-faced terror, clinging to her bunny doll all the while. Instantly, her mother leapt out of the bed, dad following in tow, to embrace their terrified daughter as she sobbed her heart out. The nightmare was over, but it had been far too much for the little girl to take.

“It’s gonna be okay, Yuki-chan. We’re right here.” Rukia soothed as she swept the girl into her arms like a light breeze.

“It was just a bad dream. It’ll be just fine.” Ichigo added comfortingly.

“B-b-but mama…. papa…”

Rukia sat on the bed alongside Ichigo, Yukihime still in her lap, cradled in her arms. Yukihime raised her little head from her mother’s shoulder, still sniffling, wanting to get a good look at her parents.

The chiseled chin, bright orange hair and warm brown eyes of her father. The pale skin, violet eyes and night-black hair of her mother. These faces she had seen day after day were brimming with life and wore nothing but kindness and love. This was the warmth she had felt in that one fleeting moment of peace in her nightmare. From snow and sun, the earth had been grown into a lush and lovely garden, and she was sure she would grow up in just the same way. So she smiled, an innocent, simple smile of relief.

In the end, Yukihime decided to sleep with her parents. Curled up between them, under the soft sheets and beneath the light of the full moon, Yukihime felt the safest she had ever been in her life. So did her loving parents.

The End

[hoperays-song]

Buster in Sing 1-2

Buster: Hi, I’m Buster Moon! And welcome back to “I’ve made some pretty bad decisions in my life but frankly I did not think they’d all catch up with me that quickly”.

[nexttattoos-blog]

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Zoom on the Wolf Tattoo: Meanings, Legends and Ideas

You want to make yourself a tattoo wolf ? The tattoo wolf is indeed very rich in meanings. Many people revere and respect him deeply for his intelligence.

Zoom on its meaning plus selection of the best tattoos stylish wolves and design. Not to mention the sinister wolves of the Starks House of the TV series Game Of Thrones …

The tattoo wolf in some really stylish ideas.

The wolf is a spiritual and mysterious animal. Most often, he lives in bands. We find the wolf in many ancient cultures and legends. In many legends, the wolf, Canis lupus in Latin, symbolizes respect and intelligence, but in others he is portrayed as a demonic figure. This is why it is difficult to give a single meaning to his tattoo wolf.

Indeed, the tattoo wolf carries several positive meanings. The wolf symbolizes intelligence , the instincts deep and strong, the freedom , respect, courage , but also the fidelity and knowledge of the Order of the Forest. It also symbolizes love because he also takes care of his family, the wolf and his cubs and protects them.

The wolf tattoo symbolizes intelligence, freedom and courage.

The wolf: a cult, spiritual and very honored animal

In many Eurasian cultures the wolf was considered father and founder of the tribe. The ancient Romans worshiped him. They even had a special day of celebration named Lupercalia . Legends tell that the founders of ancient Rome, Remus and Romulus, were raised by a wolf. This celebration takes its name from the cave Lupercal, the place where Romulus and Remus were raised and fed by the wolf. Word lupa means in Latin wolf .

In Scandinavian legends, the enormous and monstrous Wolf Fenrir is a symbol of chaos. He was God of mists and illusions. Fenrir is one of the three demonic children of Loki, the God of Discord, and the giant Angrboda. The gods believed he was going to destroy the Earth. Fenrir killed the god of Nordic war Odin. The latter is always accompanied by his two “dogs”, the wolves Geri and Freki. In the end, Fenrir was killed by Odin’s son, Vidar. We find a similar legend among the Celts. In many other ancient cultures, the wolf symbolized war and warriors – in India, the Caucasus, Georgia and among the Hittite peoples.

Other folk stories and legends tell that after death, the soul of man reincarnated as a wolf.

In India, the wolf is the embodiment of motherhood and mother-child love. The Serbs believe that the wolf is the bearer of happiness, while in Mexico it is associated with the entrance of the soul into the realm of the dead.

You can see that the interpretations are very numerous and varied. However, we find one thing in common: the wolf is a symbol of strength, a great spirituality and a deep intelligence. All people honored the wolf and he was often worshiped as a God. Highly respected, he was never hunted.

The tattoo wolf is a tattoo very rich in meanings.

When we talk about wolf tattooing, we put the emphasis on the deep connection with his intuition and his instincts. Some say that the wolf can also represent the feeling of being threatened or lacking in confidence. We prefer positive interpretations. Finally, tattooing something that causes negative thoughts seems like a bad idea. The tattoo is an element that should bring us strength and optimism when we look at it. Almost in all ancient legends, people venerated the wolf for his abilities and intelligence.

There is even an old proverb that says:

“When you arrive in the Other World, take a wolf for Friend, because only he knows the order of the Forest”.

After this brief history of the legends and the meaning of the wolf, we present you the rest of our favorite wolf tattoo ideas. We tried to make you discover stylish and stylish tattoo designs, often with a touch minimalist .

3D wolf tattoo

3D tattoos are very fashionable lately. We like them very much for their minimalist and very stylish side. The fact that it is composed that straight lines also makes it easier to tattoo. Classic and very detailed wolf tattoos really require a lot of time and patience. Everything depends on your desires of course.

A stark wolf tattoo from Game of Thrones?

It’s impossible not to mention the TV series Game of Thrones when it comes to wolf tattoo. The wolf is the iconic symbol of the North and Stark House. He is very stylized and makes a perfect arm and back tattoo. Some big fans of the series are already tattooed!

Indeed, the Stark wolf is a species of wolf gone, in Latin Canis dirus , translated literally sinister wolf . He is two or three times taller than the classic wolf. The sinister wolf lived and hunted in groups. The latter were reunited by family ties. Legend has it that he lived in North America, but began to disappear with the appearance of the first men.

Wolf tattoo: vigorous instincts and absolute freedom

The wolf is a very strong and mysterious creature. He is often a vagabond. Sometimes he lives alone, sometimes he lives in gangs.

A tattoo that we often see and that of Moon and Wolf. Together, these two symbols have a very deep meaning. This tattoo originates from tribes originating in North America. He symbolizes his great respect for nature. For the Indians of North America, the wolf represented the incarnation of the spiritual and the soul of the Forest.

And if you are still hesitating for a permanent tattoo, we present you two options of temporary tattoo by inkbox. You can order them online. These tattoos last two weeks.

Idea tattoo ephemeral wolf by inkbox

Tatouge wolf ephemeral by inkbox

Wolf tattoo design ideas by Bicem Sinik

[hoperays-song]

We’re gonna laugh about this!

Everyone at the Sing 2 performance: This is a mistake.

Buster, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day!

Everyone: But not today.

Buster, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess.