#the wizard from bo on the go

[your-fav-got-lobotomized]

the wizard from bo on the go

The...ahem... the Wizard from BO ON THE GO.. GOT A LOBOTOMY

[laissez-faerie]

Adventure leads you into the world. Love brings you home.

very excited about brie and the borrowed blade ´ཀ`

[freyito]

Can you do the type of dates Mk1 guys will take you on?

idk if yall caught on but i absolutely love making these big ass drabbles for everyone... takes so long but its always so worth it. i got like 3 more in the drafts el oh el

cw: gn reader, juuuust fluff, bonus characters!, proofread

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⎯ Liu Kang

Need I say it? I'll say it anyways. Stargazing. Liu Kang loves taking you stargazing. He'll take you absolutely anywhere in the world. It does not matter that he's lived under these stars for ages and ages. He enjoys seeing Earthrealm's natural beauty. And the stars, of course.

⎯ Bi-Han

Bi-Han prefers private moments with you, so his favorite date is simply a nice stroll. Sure, he could be lavish and drop a whole bunch of money on you, but he feels like that does not display his love properly. He just likes quality time with you, really. A nice, private dinner with you doesn't sound bad, either... or even ice skating. As cheesy as that is for someone like him.

⎯ Kuai Liang

As much as Kuai tries to be simple, he really loves taking you to festivals. As often as he can, of course that kind of amounts to like eight a year. But he loves them, he loves every single aspect of them. Mainly pampering you and buying you all the food you could want. His favorite festival is actually the Lantern Festival, he loves sending off lanterns with you.

⎯ Johnny Cage

Johnny sets up the most fancy, frivolous, and expensive dates for you, always. Truth be told, however, he really just likes a night in with you. Ordering your favorite take-out, cuddling up on the couch, watching one of his favorite movies- which, surprisingly, isn't one of his! He really loves horror movie nights, too. He chooses the corniest movies, and gets kind of disappointed if you don't AT LEAST squeeze his bicep during the scary parts.

⎯ Kenshi Takahashi

I like to think Kenshi is a good ol' fashioned lover boy. He loves extending the date through the whole day. He starts off with surprising you with flowers in the morning, maybe going on for a nice little stroll, have lunch at a quaint little café, and finish it all off with some dancing. Perhaps in the kitchen, or at a club, whichever you choose. Kenshi is actually terrifyingly good at dancing, he's just smooth like that.

⎯ Kung Lao

Madam Bo's. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Are you surprised? No. I know you aren't. Kung Lao loves any date that involves food, but enjoying something as simple and humble as a meal at Madam Bo's specifically has been and always will be his favorite.

⎯ Raiden

Raiden loves picnics! Somewhere in the secluded country-side, just enjoying your time with him. A myriad of home-made appetizers and what not. He believes it's one of the most intimate ways to spend time with you. He also loves to admire the way the sun compliments your figure, as well.

⎯ Zeffeero

Zeffeero seems particularly excited when it rains. Of course. It's in the job description. He urges you in the most nonchalant way for a quick stroll in the rain. Which inevitably leads to dancing in the rain. He tries to keep his composure around you, to look like that respectable wizard all the damn time. But you make him crumble, and he just can't help but giving in to breaking that façade with you.

⎯ Tomas Vrbada

Tomas also loves taking you out for dinner at Madam Bo's. Partially because he still feels guilty. But he loves the food there, and he hopes you do, too. To be honest, any time spent with you is worth it. So when it comes to dates, he doesn't exactly have a go-to or a favorite.

⎯ Baraka

Stargazing. The wastes provide a great space away from any sort of light pollution, and truth be told, Baraka prefers any time away from any populated places with you. He's afraid of the backlash you could get, as well as just the overall fear of spreading Tarkat. He knows his place, really. But those moments, deep in the night, where the stars are the brightest make up for all the worry.

⎯ Geras

Geras kind of has... no concept on dates. Like, none. He's a construct, and he doesn't really know much of the human connection. He's content simply by seeing you- which is kind of all your dates amount to. He's busy regardless, he has to watch over the hourglass.

⎯ Syzoth

Would it sound weird if I said Syzoth really liked hiking...? Aside from just cuddling up with you, he likes to explore. Especially with Earthrealm being so new to him. Being all sort of tucked away in the mountains, just with you, where he's free to transform and explore and enjoy his new-found life and freedom just... sparks something within him.

⎯ Havik

Oh boy. Havik also SUCKS at dates. Given his rowdy and anarchist nature, it's really hard for him to find a proper way to settle down and enjoy the day with you. Aside from naps, he genuinely would like you to tag along with him on all his... excursions. Extreme they may be, dismantling some sort of order with you really makes his heart burn for you.

⎯ Shao Kahn

With his status, it's kind of hard to find proper time to take you out. However, when he does, it's always a stereotypical quiet dinner. He's got some pretty damn connections, and somehow always manages to land the right table. Under the moonlight, just talking about your days. He enjoys those quiet, mundane moments.

⎯ Shang Tsung

A day AND night out shopping is really what Shang Tsung loves. He spoils you (and himself), and he's all chatty while you two walk down the market. He's very observant, actually. Any little thing you so much as spend more than 2 seconds looking at is now in your hands. He loves buying you the little things.

⎯ Reiko

Being second in command to Shao, Reiko kind of knows his way around dancing. He's a soldier, yeah, but especially when he's close to the royalty I imagine there's some sort of luxury he has to uphold. Reiko's not the best at dancing by all means, but whenever some sort of ball event starts in Sun Do, he's bringing you. And he gets better, each time.

⎯ Bonus Points! Takeda Takahashi

KARAOKE. Takeda SUCKS at singing, but it's not about that. It is so fun with him. Getting a break from the Shirai Ryu, his father, the special forces, pulling you to some dive, screaming his heart out to some white girl pop, he loves it. And he loves it when you two do those silly little duets. He could care less about how bad he sings, it's just those moments he gets to let loose with you.

⎯ Bonus Points! Hanzo Hasashi

It may come as a surprise, but Hanzo loves little pottery dates. For a man like him, it seems so unlikely. But it's quiet, and actually needs a lot of focus. That's what he likes about it. It's something calming to do, with his love. And he likes to see what you come up with, especially. He kind of sucks at painting, though. So he'll pass off the bowls or cups he makes for you to paint.

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[yanxidarlings]

honestly idk what this is but i was in a tad of an angsty mood and this was supposed to be for an ask but it kinda sucks and i didn't like how it fit into the ask but i didn't want to not publish it if that makes sense? so here's a lil oneshot of reader meeting his yandere's

THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS: YANDERE! MATTHEO RIDDLE X MALE! READER X YANDERE! THEODORE NOTT

starting at hogwarts was a moment of excitement for many young witches and wizards. coming of age to learn how to execute spells and brew potions was a formative moment in a wizards life. from a long line of pureblood ravenclaws, m/n l/n was escorted across the platform by the familys house elf. the sight of countless figures bustling around was overwhelming. instinctively, m/n l/n covered his lower face with his hand "young master" the house elf called out, but the boy was zoned out. tugging the mittened hand of the boy, the house elf repeated "young master, you must board the train now"

the attention of the boy was finally earned, "okay" was all he said as he shook off the house elf's hold. the two boarded the hogwarts express, shuffling through the crowds of students searching for a free compartment. m/n l/n was quiet as the house elf guided him to an empty compartment, barely looking up as he followed the elf's lea-

bump "'m sorry" was all he muttered before run-walking off, not looking up at the individuals face or waiting for a response.

"that was rude, young master" the house elf chimed as they came to a stop, the smaller creature opening a compartment door and handing the boy his bags. his mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. with a bow, the house elf left m/n to his own devices.

e/c eyes stared blankly out the window, hands clutched, mind swirling. now that he was alone the panic would settle in. 7 years, leaning his head on the glass, i can't keep this up for 7 years, the train took off, the reality of everything setting in.

abrubtly, rudely disturbing the male's panic session, the compartment door opened "there's that son of a bitch!" "who the hell do you think you are" "you filthy mudblood" a voice rung. snapping his head to the door, with wide, disturbed eyes. the other boy dragged m/n out of his seat by the collar "'m sorry" the dark haired boy mocked, "do you know who i am?" m/n remained quiet "oh and now your going to stay quiet like a fucking baby" nothing "a mudblood like you better learn to respect his superiors" m/n surpressed a giggle at the others words.

the boy looked like he was about to explode with fury. his fist bundled up and his grip on m/n's shirt tightened, just as he was about to give the other a black eye, another voice spoke "calm down riddle, he bumped into you he didn't curse you"

the bo- riddle's fist only became redder as he turned towards the other, also dark haired, male "don't fucking tell me what to do not-" riddle was unable to finish his sentance as m/n's fist collided with his face.

nott had an agape expression as riddle cradled his nose, turning to stare at m/n with wide eyes.

riddle looked as if he was about to say something, trying to figure out how to respond. m/n had already sat back down again "are you done" he spoke, doing his best to stare directly into riddle's eyes. "yes he is" nott answered for the other as he pushed pass riddle and sat down "theodore nott" he extended his hand, an unreadable expression on his face. riddle eventually spoke "mattheo riddle".

m/n did not say anything for a while, eyes studying the two- mattheo and theodore, before finally replying "ok. please leave now"

they did not leave.

mattheo scoffed "you've got a lot of nerve for a mudblood" m/n was staring out the window again. he sighed lightly, standing up and grabbing his luggage, without a word, he left. that was enough socialization for one train ride.

leaving the two intruding males behind. "why wouldn't he reveal his identity if he wasn't muggleborn" mattheo didn't know if he was talking to theodore, or himself "you look disappointed, riddle, got a crush already?" mattheo began to lunge towards theodore, but stopped himself half-way, sitting back, and folding his arms. mattheo riddle did indeed have a crush.

the rest of the train ride passed by quickly, the first years were guided off the train by a tall man that introduced himself as hagrid, who ushered them towards these small rowboats. mattheo found himself rushing to the same boat as the boy who had punched him earlier, missing by just a second. he stared at the other from a distance as they travelled towards the castle, and as they were led towards the great hall, ignoring the chattering of his 'friends'.

"lorenzo berkshire" professor mcgonagall called name after name "slytherin!", "susan bones" "hufflepuff" "draco malfoy" "slytherin" "michael corner" "ravenclaw", m/n fiddled his fingers as he awaited his name being called, the feeling of an intense stare didn't help his nerves either, he glanced up for a moment to see mattheo riddle glaring? at him from the slytherin table. at least ill be in ravenclaw, away from him m/n soothed to himself.

"m/n l/n" professor ... mcgonagan? called out. carefully walking up to the stool, he sat gently. the hat was placed upon his head, mumbling to itself, before letting out a gasp "that is strange" it muttered. dread filled m/n's stomach, it knows, he could've cried right then and there, but he knows better, he knows what would happen.

"slytherin!" the sorting hat finally yelled out. for a moment, he didn't move, "are- are you sure" he quietly asked the hat, "positive, that's where you belong".

and with that, mcgonagan ushered m/n towards the slytherin table, the only free spot next to a blonde first year, that's gotta be a malfoy, m/n thought to himself as he approached the table. "im malfoy, draco malfoy, i think we'll make good friends, l/n" the blonde had already outstretched his hand. if he weren't now sharing a house with the boy, m/n would have ignored him, but his grandmother would kill him if he insulted a malfoy, so he just nodded "sure we will".

the whole feast, malfoy wouldn't shut up, my father this, my family that, not to mention the kid on his left, lorenzo berkshire, kept trying to strike up a conversation. theodore nor mattheo didn't say anything, but didn't stop staring, m/n could see a cut on his nose from the impact, and the outlines of a forming bruise. i should probably apologise for that.

[gothams-favorite-fairytale]

The sound of a window sliding open was heard somewhere in the library, then the sound of a fairly soft landing as the window slid closed. Clearly, whoever was entering the library expected it to be totally empty.

Crimson leaned against the window, bo-staff on hand as he stood there. He just needed.. a break. Away from Slade. Away from.. so much. And the library had always been his go to, as it was always empty at night. Well-- usually empty.

Tonight was not one of those empty nights, though it was a quiet one. Ozpin, Gotham University's mysterious librarian sat at a table, book in hand. He didn't make a sound or read aloud as he flipped through the pages of The Wonderful Wizard Of Oz. He only wore a small smile on his face as he read. It was a good book, he had to admit. It drew him in; so much so, he didn't notice he had an uninvited guest.

[chempack]

why did the BoS scribe outfits go from cool wizard to roving trader

[jessicas-pi]

AU where Bo-Katan randomly winds up on Lothal shortly after Ezra's parents are taken and finds him and, well, she may not be one of those weirdo traditionalists but she still respects the ancient creed when it comes to foundlings so... guess she's responsible for raising a small child now! wait his parents are possibly alive? well now she's gotta go find them if they're still living and reunite him with them! but she can't bring a defenseless foundling on such a dangerous mission! who could she possibly trust to take care of him? wait doesn't her old bestie from her terrorist phase have a couple kids his age? heyyyyy, ursa, girl! long time no see! can you watch this kid for me for a little while thanks byeeee~~

and then the AU is just Bo-Katan's hunt for Ezra's parents, interspersed with increasingly frantic and/or furious comms from Ursa about how the half-starved traumatized nonverbal foundling is manifesting wizard powers. bo this is not funny. get back here and get your telekinetic hellion. he's helping my daughter put paint on the ceilings.

alternate endings include (1) Ephraim and Mira are alive and Bo rescues them and everyone lives happily ever after, (2) Ephraim and Mira are not alive and now Bo-Katan has to hunt down a Jedi to raise the boy and she ends up locating Kanan, (3) Ephraim and Mira are not alive and Bo-Katan decides that her best bet for Jedi Most Likely To Have Survived The Purge is obi-wan and so she goes looking for him, darth vader encounter shenanigans optional, and (4) Ephraim and Mira are not alive and Bo-Katan cares for Ezra herself and somewhere along the way he gets the Darksaber and well apparently bo is raising tarre vizsla 2 electric boogaloo. this should be good.

[azucar-skull]

A Mile In His Shoes

(written for @tmnt-write-fight for @fire-lightz

Fandom: Rise of the TMNT

Prompt: (ROTTMNT) Leo and Donnie swap bodies on a botched mission. The spell reverses after 48 hours, but... how long can they pretend to be each other until it goes wrong? And what can they learn about each other?

Word Count: 5775

Posted on AO3 too!

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“Hurry up, Nardo! We need to go!”, Donnie gripes.

“Ugh! Just- Gimme a sec!”, Leo rolls his eyes.

“You get 5 minutes before the tank leaves without you!”

Honestly, Donnie just can’t seem to understand why his figurative twin just takes so long to get ready. They don’t even wear clothes, to be honest. Just their ninja gear. So why is Leo looking himself over in the mirror all the time before they head out? It’s not going to make his baldness go away.

Leo had about 27 seconds left on the timer until he finally shows up in the turtle tank with the others. The team rolls out to the bank where a wizard yokai is caught stealing from the bank and about to make an escape. The wizard bolts out the front doors and starts heading for the streets before Raph swerves the tank right in front of the wizard, blocking his path. The team jumps out the tank, weapons at the ready.

“Stop right there, pointy hat! Give us the goods!”, Raph orders.

“Hocus pocus, you lose your focus!”, the wizard cackles before blowing a puff cloud of pink glitter at Raph.

Raph coughs as the cloud hits him before shaking his head in a daze. He looks around the scenery confused.

“Wait…what..? Where…am I?”, the snapper mutters.

“Raph, focus !”, Mikey gripes.

“Ah, right. Right…uhh…focus on what now?”

Mikey rolls his eyes and turns his attention to the enemy at large. He charges at the wizard, swinging his nunchucks in a mystic orange hue.

“Come and get some, dumb- ble- dork !”, the box turtle taunts.

“Tweedledum and Tweedledee! You are now the king of bees!”, the wizard cackles again before throwing yellow pocket glitter out of his robe at the turtle.

Mikey yelps as he’s hit in the eyes, rubbing them profusely. Before suddenly he hears a loud swarm of ominous buzzing from behind him. Mikey spins around to see a sea of bees pummeling towards him. Mikey screams in a panic as he runs around, flailing about and swatting away at the onslaught of bees attacking him.

Which leaves the disaster twins. Donnie knows Leo will try to jump in haphazardly which is why Donnie needs to think up of a plan fast before he does-

“I got it!”, Leo calls out.

“No, I got it!”, Donnie snarks.

The two run into each other, bumping shoulders as they try to fight for whose turn it is to go against the villain next. And yet, the wizard cackles at their bickering as the two try to stumble towards him. And Donnie knows it as a sign that the villain is about to strike another spell at them.

“You can never tell what the other is going through, until you walk a mile in his shoes!”

A glittery cloud of mauve and cyan mixed together erupts for the wizard’s sleeve. Donnie stops his squabbling with Leo to push his brother back in an attempt to save them. But he is a second too late. The cloud hits.

And Donnie blacks out.

Donnie’s head is left spinning for a bit when he wakes up. Whatever spell the wizard put on him must be a concussion spell if that makes any sort of sense. The softshell blearily blinks his eyes open and finds himself on the other side of the road that he ran to. Weird, how’d he end up over here? He pushed Leo this way, he was sure. He must’ve been thrown, sure feels like it from how stiff his back is.

Donnie pushes himself up, reaching for his katana- Wait, katana? No, that’s Leo’s. Where’s his bo staff? And better yet…why’s Donnie’s hand…

A brighter green?

Donnie yelps as he looks down at himself. Bright green, triangular body shape, yellow stripes on his arms and thighs. No, that can’t be right! What…

“Guh…”, Leo groans off to the side. “That was so not cowabunga.”

And when Donnie looks over at him, his fears are confirmed. Donnie watches as his own body wakes up, his voice replaced with Leo’s. Leo takes one look at Donnie, stunned and confused, before looking at himself and beginning to scream.

“Oh please, Nardo. Is my body really that hideous to you?”, Donnie gripes.

“No no no no no! My beautiful complexion! My style! And EUGH purple is not my color! Donnie, change us back right now!”, Leo exasperates, staggering to a stand and marching over to his figurative twin.

Donnie huffs in annoyance as he takes a stand as well. “Oh, I would gladly like us to switch back. As soon as we find that wizard.”

“I have him.”, a low voice drawls from ahead.

The two look up to see Draxum has entered the scene, holding one of his pocket dimension orbs in one hand and checking over Mikey’s bee stings as well. Raph is still in a bit of a daze but some clarity seems to be coming back to him.

“UGH great, of course Draxum’s here.”, Leo rolls his eyes (Donnie’s eyes?) back into his skull.

“Since when was Donnie the one so annoyed about seeing Draxum?”, Raph mumbles.

“Because Donnie is now Leo, dear Raphala.”, Donnie sighs.

“I- Wait…WHAT?”, Mikey snaps his head up at the two. “...Huh, you know, it’s actually hard to tell.”

“Hard to? Oh, come on you guys!”, Leo throws his hands up. He starts his protest march over to Draxum. “Draxum, you better change us back right now or I swear I’ll be the one to throw you off a roof!”

“...Okay, nevermind, I take it back.”

Draxum scoffs as he stands up straight, inspecting the two. “Trust me, I’ve had my eye out for this wizard for a while. One of my old colleagues whose ambition got the better of him. Knowing him, this body swap spell will wear off within 48 hours.”

“48 HOURS?!?!”, the twins exclaim in sync.

“Yes, yes, you’ll just simply have to make do for the rest of the weekend.”, Draxum wavers a hand, completely unfazed. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll have to get this wizard back into custody before the human police show up. And I suggest that you four do the same. Don’t leave me to clean up your mess again.”

“OH you got SOME NERVE , Draxum!”, Leo shouts. But Draxum is simply starting to walk away as Leo continues to shout at him. “Why can’t you help us? Surely, there’s some kind of mystic mumbo jumbo you got in that lab of yours that can get rid of this! Hey! Get back here, you old deadbeat! UGH!!”

“Relax, Donnie-”, Raph sighs.

“Leo.”

“Oh, right, Leo. Heh, that’s gonna take some getting used to.”

“Eugh, great, it’s like we’re identical twins now that always get confused for the other.”, Donnie gripes.

Mikey beams up to a stand, still scratching his bee stings and the ointment that Draxum gave him. “Well hey, it’s not so bad. Maybe you two will learn something about each other.”

“Not now, Miguel.”, Leo mutters.

“No, this can be a good thing! You two are always fighting with each other and I’m growing sick of it. Now, you two can finally-”

“MIKEY I SAID NOT NOW!”, Leo snaps. “Don’t you guys hear that incessant noise in the background?”

The brothers pause. Donnie glances around as he hears some sort of wailing in the distance. Sirens.

“You mean police sirens, Nardo? That’s kind of a New York constant.”, Donnie snarks.

“Yeah, but it’s annoyingly clear. I think the police are on their way. We gotta get out of here, guys.”, the slider (softshell?) exasperates.

“Yeah, good call, let’s hurry.”, Raph nods.

And so the team makes their way back to the lair with the twins now stuck in each other’s bodies. Donnie doesn’t feel that much disoriented for the most part, which is honestly what’s bothering him about how similar the two are. But aside from that, it doesn’t seem like a big deal. Just chalk it up to the casual daily inconvenience that is the turtles’ lives.

This isn’t so bad.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

By the time the brothers return home, Donnie still hasn’t felt much difference. Meanwhile Leo keeps bickering and complaining about every little thing. The sewers are too cold, the sounds of cars and sirens overhead are too loud, and just about anything seems to tick him off. Donnie understands these notions well enough, and that has him thinking… Is Leo actually dealing with the physical attributes that Donnie has spent his whole life tolerating? What is the silver lining between the mental and physical depictions of the body? Isn’t mentality also intertwined with physicality? What parts of Leo are actually inside Donnie’s body right now? What parts of Donnie are inside of Leo’s? Perhaps this weekend will allow Donnie to learn something new after all. A fascinating experiment that many scientists have devoted their lives work for…

“Donnie, at the very least, for the sake of my sanity, could you please keep up my skin care routine on my behalf?”, Leo implores by the time they step inside their home.

“Eulgh, why should I? You have like a bazillion products meant for human skin, how does any of that even work? Aren’t most beauty products just scams anyways?”, Donnie detests.

“Well if I’m stuck inside of your body, I can’t do it myself. So please ?”

Donnie rolls his (Leo’s??? Honestly, who's to say?) eyes so far back in his skull it starts to hurt. He lets out a long agitated groan before reluctantly making his way to the bathroom.

“Alright, alright! Anything to stop your useless whining.”, he begrudgingly agrees.

Leo sighs in relief. “Thank you, Donnie. Seriously, I promise to take care of your body too. Starting with getting out of these itchy glitter coated clothes! Ugh! I can’t stand this!”

Donnie rolls his eyes again for good measure as he makes his way to the bathroom. Honestly, the glitter doesn’t even feel that itchy on him at the moment. He doesn’t understand what Leo is getting so worked up about.

But at the same time…he does .

Once inside the bathroom, Donnie finds that these next 48 hours are also going to be a bit…invasive. Honestly, Donnie can go days without a shower (or weeks if he’s really pushing it on a new lab experiment and is stubborn enough to shoo away his brothers). But he made a promise to Leo to respect his bodily autonomy to some extent. And Leo is to do the same in reassurance. And so he peels off all of Leo’s gear and carefully sets them aside. And that’s when he gets a good glance at himself in the mirror.

It is obviously jarring to look at himself inside of Leo’s body. The body shape, the markings, the shell. It all feels so unnatural to him.

But Donnie can’t help this overwhelming sense of wrongness etching into every core of his being.

The more he stares at his swapped reflection, the more wrong he feels. Every little feature he’s seeing is just wrong wrong wrong -

A high-pitched whine echoes from outside in the lair. In an instant, Donnie is snapped out of his trance and quickly throws on a bathrobe (a blue one as the purple one is too small to fit around his shell) and hurries outside. The whine echoes again and Donnie is quick to follow it, accompanied by Raph and Mikey. It’s coming from Leo’s room. Donnie makes it down the stairs first as peers into Leo’s subway car to find the slider-softshell crouched down on the floor.

“Donn- Leo? What’s wrong?”, Raph calls out.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re here.”, Mikey offers a patient smile.

“SHUT UP! JUST- SHUT. UP.”, Leo snaps, clutching at Donnie’s goggles around his head.

Immediately, Donnie knows what is up. He quickly ushers the snapper and box turtle out of the room.

“Here, I got this. Let me handle it.”, the softshell-slider insists.

“Wha- Don! Come on, we can help.”, Raph protests.

Donnie shoves the two out of the room. “ Trust me, I got it!”

He shuts the sliding doors in their face, shrouding the room in darkness. He walks over to his figurative twin and crouches down on the floor.

“...Too much?”, he asks in a soft voice.

Leo winces. “There’s this squeaking noise coming from somewhere and I can’t find it! It’s driving me insane.”

Donnie nods, looking around the room. “Mhm, is that all?”

“Is that all ? Don, we swapped bodies! I’m covered in glitter! Your body smells like it has been rotting in the lab for days! And fuck ! What is happening?”

“It’s a sensory overload, Nardo. I’m certain I’ve explained this to you before.”

“Well yeah but I didn’t think it was this horrible! How can you even stand all of this? Just a couple hours and I’m ready to tear my skin out!”

“Okay first of all, please don’t. That is my skin you’re talking about.”, Donnie gripes. “Secondly, you’re in luck. I just so happen to have a few “fix-its” in place for situations like this. How about we start with getting you out of my clothes and into something more comfortable?”

Donnie stands up and looks around Leo’s room. Ugh, this place was left a mess for…who knows how long. It’s honestly a surprise there’s been no bugs in here. …Yet. Donnie heads for the doors, urging Leo to follow.

“Here, it’s probably best if you take my clothes for now. Your stuff may be too big.”, he explains.

Leo glances up at him for a moment (and man is it weird to see his own face look at him like that) before sighing and getting up to follow his brother. They step out of the subway car, going back up the stairs and down the hall to Donnie’s subway car room. Once inside, Donnie shuts the doors again and searches around his wardrobe closet for something Leo could wear. He grabs one of his patented sensory friendly hoodies and sweatpants. He tosses them in Leo’s direction.

“Here, these’ll make you stop feeling virtually anything on your skin. I also suggest taking off the battle shell and goggles too. If noise is still a problem, I got these ear defenders somewhere under my bed-” Donnie pauses as he turns to face Leo who is just staring at the wall. “...Leo?”

Leo doesn’t speak for a moment. And then, “.......It’s quieter in here.”

Donnie ponders those words for a moment. Because yeah, duh of course it is. Donnie made sure of that. “Yeah, I soundproofed my room. And the lab as well.”

“Is this why you soundproofed the garage and turtle tank back in our old home?”

“Of course. Whether it’s because I’m working in the garage or Raph’s got some kind of training going on in there, it helped keep the peace.”

���Hm.”

Leo turns to the clothes tossed in his direction, picking them up and rubbing the fabric in between his fingers.

“...Thanks.”, he hums.

“Yeah, of course.”, Donnie nods. “Do you…want to take a shower first or are you really okay with me going first?”

“You can go first. I think I still need some time to sorta…adjust to this whole situation.”, Leo gives his signature half-smile (which is uncanny to see on Donnie’s face) as he gestures towards the both of them.

Donnie nods again, giving a dry smile. “Sure thing. I’ll try not to take too long.”

And so with that, Donnie heads back out and returns to the bathroom. He takes off the robe, setting it back on its coat hook with the others. The softshell-slider strides on over to the shower and turns on the faucet, letting the water run to get warm. While he waits, his eyes are drawn to the mirror again. He can’t help it. It does look really weird to see himself in Leo’s body.

But there’s just something so unsettlingly wrong with it. Donnie can’t quite place his finger on it. He pokes the cheek, grazes a hand across the very bald head, frowns at the lack of magnificent brows. Then he twists around to see the shell. Still cracked from the damage from the Kraang but healing just fine. Nice and sturdy as it should be which gives Donnie some relief. Then he turns to the side, grazing his hands down his chest. And his brain short-circuits for a minute at the thought of not running his digits over any ridges.

Because this plastron is flat .

And that’s what was wrong.

Of course it is. The brothers discovered at an early age that Leo is a biologically female turtle. Splinter just sort of guessed they’re all boys and ran with it. Leo loved being called a boy so when the discovery was made, there weren't any drastic changes that needed to be set. But Donnie can see it now, with Leo’s body, staring into the mirror. How every factor of his being just felt so wrong .

His plastron is too flat, not bulky and rigid like his brothers’. His shoulders are too soft. His jawline is too gentle. His neck doesn’t have that larynx lump from dropping several pitches from puberty. The fat on his thighs and chest are too round and prominent. His gait is too narrow. And literally every single factor about him just screams wrong .

And of course Donnie would feel this way. He is a boy, growing up in a boy’s body. And now to be in one that’s so…feminine feels unnatural. It makes Donnie just want to hide away from the world but at the same time, he can’t stop staring at the mirror.

…And that’s why Leo took so long to get ready for their mission. Wasn’t it?

Oh crap, the shower. Donnie sees steam beginning to form and quickly hurries over to cool the water down a tad. The softshell-slider takes a sigh and steps in to wash up. He’s okay, he’s just going to have to deal with Leo’s body for the rest of the weekend. No big deal. Of course he feels something wrong, this body is not his. It’ll work itself out.

It has to.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.

After the shower and not wanting to think or feel anything else, Donnie dips by Leo’s room and tosses on one of his hoodies. Surprisingly, the hoodie is a lot more baggy and bigger than Donnie expected it to be. It could probably even fit Raph. But considering that whole crisis Donnie just had in the bathroom, perhaps it isn’t even considered that surprising.

Welp, enough fucking around. Science waits for no man…or turtle. Donnie strides on over to his lab, hearing the shower turn on again as Leo must’ve been waiting with anticipation to wash off all the glitter gunk. Donnie puts on one of his spare goggles and begins to tinker with another project of his to keep himself busy. A toaster that can shoot out toast at an angle so that it lands on a plate. (Unfortunately, there’s been many failures involving someone getting hit in the head with a toaster snipe).

After a couple hours, he hears footsteps padding into the room. He glances at the reflection of the toaster to see it is Leo who has shuffled inside the lab. (And he is ignoring how his heart skipped a beat when he saw his own body in the reflection at the confusion). Leo seems to be doing better, now clean of glitter and in the comfort clothes that Donnie lent him.

“Feeling better?”, Donnie hums.

“I…yeah.”, Leo nods. “Some food helped too. And speaking of, as much as I hate to admit it, you might actually be onto something about that mac n’ cheese with dino nuggets combo.”

Donnie looks up from his work, turning around. “You…ate my food?”

“It’s the only thing I felt I could stomach. I didn’t realize how good it was to have something simple.”

“Could you really blame me and my love of Kraft’s? (Even if they did change the recipe…)”

“I mean, we have a whole kitchen full of food.”

“And yet you choose my food.”, Donnie smirks and raises a brow.

Leo pauses, a glimmer of acknowledgment in his eyes as he connects the dots. “...And yet I choose… your food. Huh.”

Donnie’s smirk only widens as he turns back to his work. Leo grabs one of the chairs and scoots it over beside his twin, sitting in it backwards and resting his folded arms on the chair’s back. At least that is still something Leo about him.

“I’ll buy you more. I swear.”, Leo blurts out after a moment.

“Don’t worry about it. I always keep some spare snacks in here and in my room.”

“So I’ve noticed. I've been wondering about that.”, Leo nodded his head at the closed plastic box tub in the corner where Donnie stashes the occasional backup food. “Though, I think Casey Jr has beat you to the punch. You should see his room at April’s, the kid keeps stuff stored under his bed out of habit. Though it’s not really potato chips but more…soup cans and jerky.”

“Honestly, I’m not surprised.”, Donnie rolls his eyes.

The two share a chuckle. It’s nice, Donnie notes, to have these moments together with his twin. Yes, they bicker. They are opposites in a way. But that is what makes them an excellent pair, a compelling match. Leo scoots his chair closer, wincing at the groan it makes. He peers over to look at Donnie’s work.

“You better not work my brain to death, my forehead isn’t as big as yours to hold all that nerd stuff.”, Leo snarks. Donnie pays him no mind. “What are you working on anyway? Better be a shortcut to get us out of this mess.”

Donnie actually barks a laugh at that. “HA! Trust me, if I knew of a way out of this, I would’ve done it already. Anything to get out of this unbearable body of yours.” Well the moment was nice while it lasted. Let the bickering commence again.

“ My body is unbearable?”, Leo snaps. “Oh please, yours is nothing but a walking torture machine!”

“Oh stop being so sensitive !”, Donnie rolls his eyes.

“Now that’s saying something, coming from you-”

“I’ve been dealing with sensory issues my entire life. I learn to deal with it . Meanwhile, you only need to worry about the size of your plastron and whatnot.”

“What are you talking about? Why do you say that like my problems mean nothing compared to yours-”

“BECAUSE AT LEAST YOUR BODY CAN BE FIXED!”, Donnie shouts, slamming his fist against the workbench. “MEANWHILE I AM STUCK LIKE THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!”

Leo pauses, stunned. Donnie can see it in the reflection of the metal just as much as Leo can. A shared hatred at the same body. How remorseful. Leo leans back in the chair, holding himself up with his grip on the back of it. He shakes his head, looking away.

“That’s not true.”, he says lowly. And Donnie’s expression softens. “You only hate it because that’s my body you’re thinking about, not yours. Even when we’ve swapped minds, you still don’t understand. Because you can’t see into my mind.”

“I mean, we could mind meld-”

“But you can’t see it.”, Leo presses, anger dripping from his words. “I mean…what does it mean to be a man? As much as I like to stare in the mirror and point out every imperfection, would it even matter to get them all resolved? There are some elements of being a man that I don’t like. And there are some elements of being a woman that I want to keep.” Leo presses his lips for a moment, shifting around awkwardly. “For example…I’d like to keep my- ahem - pants.”

“I beg your fucking pardon?”, Donnie stirs, spinning the chair around to face his brother.

“I mean, come on! How do you even walk around with this…thing?!”, Leo gripes.

“Oh for the love of pizza supreme, can we please not talk about that?”, the softshell-slider groans, rolling his eyes far back into his head. “And for what it’s worth, you’ve been wholly you this entire time and none of us have thought of you any less of a man.”

Leo scoffs. “Yeah, tell that to the yokai customers I gotta deal with at Hueso’s. I swear if I get called a waitress instead of a waiter one more time, I’m going to lose my head.”

“Well you already did, seeing that your mind is in my body right now.”, Donnie mutters.

“Ah, I see.”, Leo hums, unamused. “Speaking of, how’s your mind doing inside of my body?”

“Aside from the obvious? I guess I haven’t really thought about how numb my senses are now.”, Donnie shrugs. “No loud noises or icky sensations. Just pure focus on my work.”

Leo groans. “Bleugh, you’re gonna work my body to death by the end of the weekend, aren’t you?”

“You’ll live.”, Donnie sighs. “Honestly, the idea of being in your body further confirms I am content with my identity. I don’t want any of this and it sucks that I’m stuck like this. Honestly, if this was permanent I might-”

“Kill yourself?”, Leo raises a brow. Donnie stammers for a moment, the thought of it barely had time to pass by his mind before Leo beated him to the punch. Yet the slider-softshell just laughs. “Don’t worry about it, it comes with the package.”

A cold chill ran through Donnie. He turns to his twin with wide and concerned eyes. “...That’s horrible.”

Leo simply shrugs, unfazed. “Yeah but it’s like you said. You learn to tolerate it.”

Donnie quickly shakes his head. “No, no . You shouldn’t have to tolerate your body-”

“And you shouldn’t have to tolerate yours either.”, Leo insists. “This… sucks . Your body sucks and so does mine. It sucks .” The slider-softshell sighs as he leans back more in the chair. “And I’m honestly tired of having to deal with it.”

Donnie pauses for a long moment, biting his/Leo’s inner lip while drumming his fingers against the table. He hates how this feels, knowing full well that this dysphoria is what Leo has been experiencing all his life. And it hurts him to know that there is something that can be done about it. There has to be, at least. Mutant turtle genes be damned.

“I’ll look into gender affirming care for you. Maybe there’s some place in the Hidden City for it.”, Donnie speaks up against the quiet. “Maybe they have mystic illogical magic potions or some bullshit, I don’t know.”

Leo’s eyes light up a bit. “You’d…really do that?”

Donnie scoffs a laugh and nods. “Well… yeah . You’re right, this does suck. And it sucks even more that you have to deal with this for so long. So yes, I’ll be looking into it. And it doesn’t have to be the full package transition if that’s what you’re worried about. Doesn’t have to be right away either. Regardless I can assure you, Nardo, you are very manly.”

Leo chuckles. “Oh please, there’s nothing manly about me.”

“You’re so manly it’s annoying.”, Donnie smirks.

“Shut up!”, his twin laughs some more.

“You’re so manly your room reeks of axe body spray. Seriously, it’s like a bomb went off in there.”

“I don’t even use it that much.”

“You’re so manly that you like other men.”

Leo cackles, wheezing in between for air. Donnie can’t help but join him in his laughter. Together, their laughs echoed out of the lab and throughout the lair and the underground tunnels. Leo wipes a tear that pearled in his eye.

“Okay, fine. You win.”, he chuckles. “...You don’t have to do that for me.”

“Too bad, I’m going to. Suck it up.”, Donnie spat lightheartedly.

Leo groans, rolling his eyes back as he slouches back in the backwards chair. “Okay well if you’re going to do that, then…then I’m going to the store and get you whatever foods you want. Seriously, it’s only a matter of time until the bugs find your stash.”

“Well I have thought about giving a list but whenever I do, something always changes and there’s just food sitting in the kitchen that I just don’t want anymore.”, Donnie ponders, crossing his arms.

“Pssh, no big deal. I’ll eat whatever you don’t want then.”, Leo wavers a hand. “And speaking of…I promise to be more mindful about your sensory issues. Existing like this is torture enough. I don’t want you to have to deal with this on your own.”

“Again, I’m used to it.”

“ Are you? Or is it that masking thing you always do?”, Leo presses.

Donnie huffs a sigh. “Okay, yeah, maybe a little.”

Leo smiles, leaning forward and holding out his hand for a handshake. “Then it’s a deal. You’ll help me. I’ll help you. That’s what twins are for, right?”

Donnie smiles back, warmly. He nods, taking Leo’s hand. “Right.”

The handshake only lasts a second until Leo slinks his (Donnie’s) hand away and grimaces. “Eugh, your hand is sweaty.”

“That’s my line.”, Donnie hums.

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The weekend goes as follows; Leo discovering the amazing world of torture that is sensory issues and Donnie discovering the amazing world of torture that is gender dysphoria. But they also learn new things about each other constantly. Donnie would always make fun of Leo for his slouching but now…he gets it. Leo would always be confused as to how Donnie could stand having a weighted battle shell on him but now…he gets it.

If anything, this spell has brought the two closer together. Whenever there’s a problem with one of them, they would go to the other for support. Simply because they finally understand each other better now. If the twins weren’t inseparable before, they definitely are now.

The timer of the spell then reaches its limit Sunday evening, all the brothers watching the clock with anticipation. It’s like they are all waiting for the New Year countdown.

10!

9!

8!

7!

6!

5!

4!

3!

2!

1!

Poof!

A glitter cloud of mauve and cyan surround the two of them in an instant. Donnie coughs and wheezes at the cloud, batting away the smoke and blinking his eyes repeatedly. As the smoke clears, Donnie looks down at his hands. And they are indeed his hands.

Leo laughs in relief, wrapping his arms around himself and spinning around. “Oh thank pizza supreme! Leon is back!”

Donnie smiles, grazing his hands against his plastron ridges and down to his hips. “Finally, it’s good to be back.” Yet he winces at a soreness on his softshell. “Augh, gees, Leo. How long have you kept this battle shell on for?”

Leo grumbles too, crossing his arms. “Yeah well my body is starving because someone forgot to take lab breaks.”

Raph chuckles at the two. “Good to have you boys back in your own selves.”

“Yeah!”, Mikey beams. “And I don’t mean to say I told you so, but I totally told you so! You two have gotten a lot closer this weekend.”

The box turtle bounds over to the slider wrapping him in a hug. Leo starts rolling his eyes and bickering with the youngest on how much he doesn’t want to admit Mikey is right. Meanwhile Raph is wrangling the both of them in their friendly squabble. But then, as Donnie adjusts to his senses…

Everything hits him like a truck at once.

The lights are too bright again, the sounds of his brothers roughhousing are too loud, his softshell is incredibly sore from 48 hours of wearing a battle shell. Oh yeah, he did not miss this. As his other brothers round up in a hug, Raph pulls Donnie in with them. And as endearing as it is…it’s just too much. Donnie forces through with a masked smile but can’t help the way his body stiffens. But immediately, Leo takes notice. For he understands that feeling all too well now.

Leo pushes out of the hug. “Okay, break it up, you guys. I am dying to have some food and just sit on the couch for the rest of the night.”

“Oh come on! We should celebrate!”, Mikey insists.

“Oh I am celebrating. I’m celebrating with some dino nuggets and mac n’ cheese.”, Leo smirks, glancing over at Donnie. “Don, you in?”

Donnie clenches and unclenches his fists for a moment before nodding. Leo nods back.

“Cool, I’ll meet you in the TV room. Go pick out something to watch.”

Donnie nods again before quickly stepping out as soon as possible to get away from the loudness and chaos unfolding. The TV room is much quieter and it only takes a moment for Donnie to notice his weighted blanket on the couch from where Leo was using it last. The softshell takes off his battle shell and settles inside of Leo’s blanket nest, wrapping himself up in its security. He picks up the TV remote and skims through the options available. Eventually, he settles on a ghibli movie. Letting it play as he sinks into the couch.

Leo comes into the TV room a few minutes later with two plates of the infamous dino nuggets and mac n’ cheese combo. He hands a plate to Donnie before sitting beside him but making sure he’s not sitting too close.

“I didn’t think you’d still like these after we swapped back.”, Donnie mumbles.

Leo shrugs. “I’ve grown to like it. You’ve got good taste.”

Donnie huffs a laugh. Together, the two just watch the movie and eat their comfort meal. By the time Donnie sets his plate down on the coffee table, he sees how Leo slouches forward on the couch, subconsciously wrapping his arms around himself. Donnie frowns, for he understands that feeling all too well now as well.

The softshell opens the weighted blanket like he is opening a door, inviting Leo to enter with him. The slider only had the chance to glance at him for a moment before Donnie drags him by the arm to scoot his twin closer. Donnie wraps the blanket around the both of them, enveloping Leo in that same sense of security. Leo can’t help but smile at the gesture, snuggling closer. The two don’t even need mind meld anymore to understand each other.

That’s what twins are for.

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Speedran to finish this 20 minutes before my therapy appointment-- (now it's 8 minutes)

[sunsbleeding]

The love of your life?

You enable me when it’s fun for you, (you wanna see angels as much as I do, you said it yourself). Don’t you remember the nights in LA, the world you convinced me we created. You hurt me, betrayed me, just like my last best friend, which is where the dagger has buried itself the deepest. I feel it between my lungs when I try and fall asleep, breathing doesn’t come easy when you are newly clean and kicked like a mutt… I know you used HER words on purpose, manipulation runs through your blood, more than oxygen and platelets. Contact a nurse.

When we are alone in a world we made up, two minds existing as a single cell organism; all neon lights and hand plucked music; laughter big enough to fill the whole sky with constellations… even if they are a bit confusing to decipher… You’re telling me that was all a hoax? I delete the pictures of us, I remove myself from the playlist (your taste is pedestrian at best anyways, other than the few songs the whole world knows are good. Who doesn’t like frank ocean, Lorde, and phoebe Bridgers. Do you even know another The Mountain Goats song???).

I refuse to play pretend anymore.

When I make a mistake you take me down a peg just because you can, when you remember you’re dealing with a problem not a person, then you treat me like yesterdays garbage; rotten putrid, you don’t even know where it came from (or pretend you don’t) in order to save face in front of girls you barely know. I’m glad you got your happily ever after, with the person you told me you were only staying with to get your birthday gifts, the girl who made you a cake that you immediately told me was ugly and not instagram worthy? and all I got was a hole shaped like a girl who I thought was every beautiful thing this stupid world had to offer. But I know girls like that, and they look nothing like you, they have a beauty that holds you like a mother’s arms.

The thing is, there are good people, you’re just not one of them, you want a free score because I have the money, so go ahead take my pharmaceuticals even though you have a fucking prescription and laugh at me when I fall.

Get an education, make something of yourself, do something with your miserable life, books about wizards are only gonna get you so far, and at least now I don’t have to pretend like that’s not embarrassing …

Real love comes, and I’m starting to get a taste for it, let me wash myself of this era, this liar “people pleaser” nonsense. I have room for friends with one face, Thomas, Joey, Bo, glo, joy, Morgan, and all the people I still get to meet. You have a lot of growing to do, but may we never pretend to share the same heart beat again, I pray for the next person that gets caught in your dirty fingers, god, I hope they find the sun.

[dmfromtheblacklagoon]

I've been craving a Stardew Valley show or short film, and this is who I would cast for each of the characters!

Please concernedape I need some sort of show regarding these babies I love them so much.

Wizard: Matt Berry (Laszlo Cravensworth, WWDITS)

Gus: Marco Barricelli (Massimo, Luca)

Lewis: William Dafoe (That weird guy that's in everything)

Willy: Tom Waits (Musician and entertainer)

Pierre: John Corbett (Chris Stevens, Northern Exposure)

Harvey: John Mulaney (My skrimblo)

Elliot: Christian Bale (Howl, Howl's Moving Castle english dub)

Gunther: Les Claypool (Lead bassist and vocals of Primus)

Linus: Ian Mckellen (Gandalf, LotR)

Abigail: Olivia Olsen (Marceline, Adventure Time)

Vincent: Collin Dean (Gregory, Over the Garden Wall)

Jas: Kyla Kowalewski (Anais, Amazing World of Gumball)

Jodi: Carolyn Lawrence (Sandy Cheeks, Jimmy Neutron)

Alex: Keanu Reeves (Theodore Logan, Bill and Ted)

Sam: Alex Winter (Bill S. Preston, Bill and Ted)

Sebastian: Aaron Dismuke (Tamaki Amajiki, BNHA, english dub)

Shane: Pedro Pascal (He just plays tired single caretakers so well)

Maru: Heidi Hynden Walch (Princess Bubblegum, Adventure Time)

Emily: Sarah-Nichole Robles (Luz, The Owl House)

Leah: Vico Ortiz (Jim, OFMD)

Marnie: Dolly Parton :]

Penny: Theresa Gallagher (Nichole, Amazing World of Gumball)

Morris: Bo Burnham (Capitalist goblin go brrr lmao)

Haley: Rachel McAdams (Regina George, Mean Girls original)

Robin: Kimberly Brooks (Jasper, Steven Universe)

Caroline: Deedee Magno (Pearl, Steven Universe)

Evelyn: Jennifer Saunders (Ms. Spink, Coraline)

George: Dan Castellanetta (Abe/Grampa Simpson)

Kent: Viggo Mortensen (Aragorn, LotR)

Mr. Qi: Keith David (Cat from Coraline, Husk from Hazbin Hotel)

Sandy: Wendie Malick (Edalyn, the Owl House)

Leo: Kwesi Boakye (Darwin, Amazing world of Gumball)

Krobus: Alex Hirsch (Only suitable voice for him)

Let me know if you would like more stuff like this later on! Enjoy folks :D

[numenoria]

The Rings of Power S2 EP2 Thoughts & Commentary 💎

FINALLY!! Took me forever to gather my thoughts. I'm done w/the series just posting notes from the time that I watched these episodes live. 😁💛

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Episode 2: When the Stars are Strange

-Disa pledges to stand by Durin IV and encourages him to talk to his father.

-An earthquake shuts Khazad-Dum into darkness...

-Galadriel has a nightmare fuel inducing vision/dream about Celebrimbor. Foreshadowing??

-Galadriel is visibly shaken by her vision which does go unnoticed by Gil-Gilad. He assures her Celebrimbor will be fine (Sure, Jan)...

-Gil-Galad later reveals he's seen a dark future via his ring as well.

-Galadriel slips and calls Sauron "Halbrand". Gil-Galad quickly corrects her that it's SAURON (Halbrand is your man, Sauron is the enemy get it right guh!).

-Galadriel demands that she face Sauron alone. Gil-Galad says Hell NO!

-Back in Eregion, Sauron is still refuses to leave. Mirdania notices he's injured and reports to Celebrimbor.

-Celebrimbor obviously does not want to follow orders but hesitates to allow Sauron entry. He's so infatuated with this hell demon man..smh.

EVIDENCE: His face after Mirdania informs him Halbrand is injured. 👀

-The messengers DID NOT make it to Eregion. Gee I wonder how that happened? 😒

-The Rider in the Bronze mask makes his way to a fortress in the Caras Gaer (idk where that is on the middle earth map).

-The three mystic goons appear before a very sus looking Istar/Wizard who definitely uses Herbal Essence. This Dude might become a problem later.

-We love a good visual effects scene:

-He's the one in charge of sending the mystic goons and bronze mask rider.

-Back with our favorite Hartfoots and Stranger. They girls try to name him but the Stranger reveals he must find his name and not be given one.

-The trio (well Poppy) find a shortcut but it's too perilous. As the trio rest, the bronze mask rider is on their trail again. They hide successfully and are able to continue their journey.

-Back with the dwarves. Disa and the ladies sing to the mountain to find the light. Ummm I love this scene and Disa and Co have the voice of angels. The mountain disagrees and doesn't budge.

-Disa has WORDS with King Durin III. He is the sooo fucking stubborn (Still like you though Papa Smurf King!). I love the way Disa stands up to him and gets his ass together! She's the best daughter-in-law ever! King Durin III knows it too!

-Durin's being bullied while working in the mines :( and he gets some nasty blisters.

-Me if I was in the mines w/Durin IV and his bullies:

-Durin IV is encouraged to apologize (even though he's right and DIsa agrees). Basically being the bigger person when your parent (who should know better) doesn't know how. Durin IV is me and I completely understand. You're right and you know you're right but in order to move things along you have to apologize and be willing to accept a non-apology in return from your emotionally stunted parent. "Alright Davi, that's enough save it for your journal 😭"

-Galadriel pleads with Elrond to accompany her on the hunt for Sauron. Galadriel promises she won't "let him in again" Elrond states "He never left" GATDAMN!

-Elrond still doesn't trust the rings even after his talk with Cirdan. Cirdan is completely enamored by the power of his ring. He encourages Elrond to stand by his friends even if they stray and to guide them back. The way the sunlight reflects off Cirdan's hair and skin is crazy in this shot!

-Our trio is down bad in the desert. The Stranger passes out. Poppy finds a well and tries to retrieve water. A ominous bell goes off over the well as the girls revive the Stranger. Gand-I mean the Stranger finds his fated staff. The trio have a run-in w/the bronze goons again.

-The Stranger conjures an uncontrollable windstorm from hell that ends up blowing Poppy and Nori's little asses away as well as the bronze goons.

-Celebrimbor the elf that he is!! Our boy has created ithildin (which the dwarves used to make moon runes)!!

-Celebrimbor expresses concern about Halbrand/Sauron and Mirdania notes the night is cold.

-Alexa play "Baby it's cold outside". Just look at him! PITIFUL!

-This demon man makes it rain to make himself look even more like a pitiful neglected dog in an ASPCA commercial...

-Hey man you might wanna get that eye checked out 😳

-Celebrimbor first tries to shoo Halbrand/Sauron away but unfortunately he's manipulated into allowing him into Eregion. oooh yeah this definitely isn't going to go well. I REALLy hope this doesn't come back to bite Celebrimbor.

-Halbrand/Sauron lures Celebrimbor by mentioning the success of the rings. Celebrimbor weeps with happiness. Celebrimbor wants to share a drink with Sauron/Halbrand (yeah I caught that)

-Evidence: That's First Age Alcohol! You know that's that good shit!

-Lord lord lordsss...here we go! 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

-Not 5 minutes in Celebrimbor's presence Halbrand/Sauron is back on his bullshit!

-Halbrand/Sauron appears vulnerable and prepares to tell Celebrimbor a few of his secrets. Celebrimbor assures Halbrand/Sauron that this is a safe space:

Halbrand/Sauron reveals he has an agenda to make rings for Men and Dwarves. Halbrand/Sauron uses some Beetlejuice like parlor tricks to convince poor Celebrimbor he's a messenger sent from the Valar (...well he's not entirely wrong but he's not right either)

-We love a biblical parallel:

-Sauron/Halbrand re-invents himself more than Madonna. Look at this imagery!! He's really amping up the Valar sent lie:

-Celebrimbor is bewildered! Girl me too:

-Halbrand/Sauron reveals his new name is Annatar which means "Lord of gifts". We don't want your gifts sir! What was that thing Frodo said about one that feels foul and looks fair?? Mhmm:

-Gil-Galad informs Galadriel that she is to depart to Eregion with five elves. The expedition is being lead by Elrond at the behest of Galadriel. MESSY!

-Durin IV and Disa are summoned to Eregion via notice form Celebrimbor:

-OOOH boy....This is interesting

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That's all for this episode! I can't say when I'll post ep 3. Hopefully I can condense these down to post them quicker but I sometimes add things at the last minute lol. Hope yall enjoyed my rambling and many screencaps! Have a lovely day! 💜

-Davi ☽♡☾

[quirkwizard]

Do you think Boku no Hero verse could handle bigger giant-like beings, like the big guys from one piece? Like, the really big ones, Wadatsumi, Oars, Loki, this kind of people. I guess they wouldn't upscale the verse because Mt. Lady Gigantification buffs her strenght much more than the raw size of the ones i mentioned actully does for then. She seens to grows more in power, at least in my vision, making air pressure with kicks and that kind of stuff. One Piece giants are bigger of course, by far, but they look much more fragile and weaker compared to her, in terms of durability and brute force. In anime exclusive content you can see Gigantification quirks variants, and i dislike to let "extras" into account, but, the other users of gigantification always seem bigger than her, on the other hand, they doesn't have such an overwhelming physical buff to go with it like her quirk does. In my opinion, raw size doesn't matter that much in this show, what do you think?

Given that we know the top ten applicants, who do you think are the bottom ten?

Ahdjdfpsjsk top 5 Quirks for someone finally getting confidence to flirt and try to get a date?

What would be some helpful quirks for a stalker?

I wanted to ask a similar question to your top 10 strongest transformation quirks that you have made. But for this one, I wanted to see what is your top 10 strongest mutation type Quirks. I'm not sure if you were asked this, so if you already have, you can just ignore it.

I hope you're having a good day. I have a question. You've already covered your own Nomu with canon quirks, but how would you make a Nomu with your original quirks? I apologize if you've already covered it. I didn't see it anywhere.

this is a dumb question, but do you think fear or emotion based quirks would be more common in American than Japan. i personally think so not sure why. I feel like Americans are to emotional. sorry rambling.

What about Pro hero parent tier list updated?

What if Tomura had managed, even by luck, to steal EraserHead's Erasure during the battle against the heroes, after his awakening during the Paranormal Liberation War Arc? Are the heroes and the series completely screwed, or is there still any chance of continuing?

Can you do a quirk analysis on each of the quirks of the Main villain Nine from my hero academia movie 2

if anne boonchuy from amphibia with her powers and midoriya izuku were to fight who do you think would win

Oh mighty wizard I have but one question to ask of you, do you have any quirks that are the polar opposite of eachother

If you had to assign all of 1-A the SOUL colors & their theorized traits from Undertale, what would you assign them? (For those who don't remember the SOUL colors & their theorized traits are: Red/either Determination or Love (not LOVE); Orange/Bravery; Yellow/Justice; Green/Kindness; Cyan/Patience; Blue/Integrity; Purple/Perseverance.)

Idk if it's been asked before, but what hero names would you give to all of the AFO and Nomu Quirks? I could see someone with Radio Waves going by Radio Star or Jammer, and someone with Tongue Web could use the name Nemertea after the ribbon worm.

I was wondering, could you make Aliases for characters with each of the Nomu/AFO Quirks? Heroes, Villains, Vigilantes, I don't care. Sorry if there's too many.

It’s been a while since you’ve done any Counter Nomu’s. With the Vigilantes Anime coming out, can you make a High-End to counter Number 6?

Hi there quirk wizard, do you know about the show bobobo-bo bo-bobo? Can you make a quirk based on the titular character's nose hairs?

How about Quirks that fit each of the 6 members of the Friends main cast? Ross (maybe something related to paleontology), Joey (something with either acting or eating or flirting), Chandler (some sort of sarcasm Quirk), Rachel (something with fashion probably), Monica (she's OCD as hell so that as a Quirk), and Phoebe (oh man there's too many different things, she's very multifaceted)

You’ve talked in the past about how you feel about alchemy, so similar to what you did with stars and stripes and assuming his role in the film remained the same, what would you replace his quirk with? No using the bionic or copy quirks again and feel free to ignore any of his cannon abilities given the variety of things he does for the plot we can just say most of them were his minions quirks, but rather than the overmodification quirk the girl has thats rather complicated instead she has your overdose quirk so dark might is essential using a potent version of trigger on himself and his minions similar to overhaul using eri.

It's Billboard Charts time and somehow there's a person with an intense hatred for hero society and with a quirk that's maybe a mindcontrolling quirk, or something else. No matter, it results in All Might suddenly being sent into a pit of endless rage and bloodlust. He has no regards for collateral (neither civilians nor environment) and is deadset on killing any unfortunate hero in his sight and everyone standing in his way...How screwed is society? When would All Might with the three hour time limit be stopped in his rampage, when & how would Prime All Might? Assume All Might keeps his general intellect. If he's stopped at the Billboard Charts, assume it happens on a random day.

I'm sorry, but I have next to nothing to say about most of these or frankly have no interest in covering them.

Could you create a Quirk that turns the user into half centipede? The idea of a villain (and even hero) being half centipede is horrible as hell, I can only imagine him giving a speech while circling around a person, with his centipede-like body getting closer and closer and making noises because of his legs.

Could you make a quirk based of Brolys adaptability allowing him to get stronger faster and more durable by getting mad and fighting?

Isn't that just "Centipeder" and "Stress"?

Any ideas for Angler fish like quirks. Something to do with the lights or maybe the lights and teeth i dont know

Could there be a quirk that forces the evolution of other quirks?

Can you make a quirk based off of Chakra Point Manipulation or the character Raju Rai from Chakra: The Invincible?

Hey there i just finished the reverend insanity book its amazing, i was wondering can you create a quirk out of this killer move that was there in the book?

Myrid self :- The move itself creates a large number of strength path phantoms. The weakest phantoms and most numerous would have two arms and only average battle strength comparable to a hundred beast king. Sometimes four-armed phantoms would form which are comparable to thousand beast kings and the rarer six-armed phantoms are comparable to myriad beast kings. If the phantoms weren't destroyed thoroughly they could regenerate from the remnant qi and would only dissolve after a certain amount of time elapsed.

would this quirk work Quirk:Judgement Amplification Quirk Description: The quirk operates kinda like a generator this generates Sesmics by converting the users food into an sort of plug for white cells these cells used for plasma to create an atomic reaction of some sorts this is inspired by Cid Kagenos ability I’am atomic but to a much smaller scale but still having high destructive properties by forming plasma within the body this is realized outwards like an electric shock the electrons vibrating and adding combustion to the spark of the reproducing White cells growing at an fast rate this also helping the body physically altering the body’s strength this can used as an amplification but deadly to the user this also increase metabolism by burning the food and turning it into electrons and white cells one can mix these two and create such as thing as Plasma natural plasma and no not the same plasma as the same this is a different kind of energy that circulates throughout the body Called D Serum Kind of this name was given to him by his late father.Thus creating this quirk having an usage of strength and amplification of the body in an natural way equally upgrading the body naturally as the quirks mastery goes on. Well the ability to convert food into electrons and White cells to convert this energy from the body naturally to increase the body’s systems and kind of like a generator to create energy that is seaming throughout the body to leak out and burst into something more similar to Cid from eminence of shadow but in a less destructive scale this is an output quirk similar to a generator can supply power in this case strength and body enhancement the primary function of this ability to enhance one’s body to limits that the body can handle the quirk will improve but having to much power can lead to a outburst which will be explained in limits. And if it can’t work could you fix it? Or make a better version

(1/2) I'd like your opinion on my Quirk idea. I'm currently calling it Jumpstart. It allows the user to effectively "fast forward" anything they touch. Some examples of this would be, on the simple end, using it to launch objects like projectiles or using it on themselves for a makeshift form of flight (repeatedly flinging themselves with it), and on the harder end, affecting one's natural healing process to heal faster (and in the process causing them to age faster) or...

This quirk is called dust hole that makes any object goes near you touch them and you’ll take all there power and turn them to dust also hypnosis flame can turn any person under your commands while they will give you there quirk to combined with your quirk.

Okay so basically i have an oc that has parents that are happily married and stuff, but idk what quirk the parents should have to be related to their child...

The only quirk i figured out for the mom is:

Sleeping Beauty - When user Kiss's anyone their opponent will fall into a deep sleep until the user releases their quirk.

BUT idk how to uhm make it related to the child's quirks which is:

1. Energy Projection/Energy Weaver: This Quirk grants full control over all forms of energy, including the ability to generate, absorb, and redirect it. However, activation requires draining life force from living beings (humans, animals, plants, etc.) by using physical touch.

• Energy Ball - The ability to throw balls of magical energy.

• Energy Beam - The ability to shoot deadly beams of energy.

• Energy Blast - The ability to shoot a powerful wave of kinetic energy, a wave of pure energy.

• Energy Bolt - The ability to throw bolts of energy similar to Light Dart and Laser Bolt.

• Energy Magic - The ability to project energy and shape and manipulate it in various forms as desired.

• Energy Sparks - The ability to shoot beams of energy sparks capable of vanquishing beings.

• Energy Waves - The ability to send enormous destructive waves of energy.

2. Still thinking of one (probably smth similar to her mother's quirk)

I also kinda need things on how she can use these quirks and what materials or whatever things she needs in her hero costume or smth:3

Since she mostly needs physical touch to gain power, i am going to make her hero costume a bit revealing + the gloves will have lil holes on her palms and the middle thing on the hand if yk what i mean...

PLEASE HELP, I DESPERATELY NEED IT 🙏🙏🙏

so sorry if im asking too much too...

If gyrate was a part of the one for all package, what are some combo moves with gyrate and the one for all quirks? Perhaps include one for all itself? Though I suppose you could just substitute fa jin for one for all since they basically do the same thing

Hey wiz there is your crow based quirk that lets the user turn his body into multiple crows. I have put a resonable restriction it to reduce the number to three and they are actually produced by his body. The crows are tougher and what not. I just mean to ask can you please expand on this. And please what would be support gear for this sort of quirk?

Not sure if the box is open yet but if it is, what do you think about quirk that functions like a combination of your original quirks “headspace” and “screen tear” where the user is able enter tv screens and create tangible illusions while within the virtual landscape, so they have a really powerful quirk but it requires very specific conditions to be met in order to use it on others?

If you wanted to make a comic style quirk, what kind of word limits could you use besides onomatopoeias to have a variety of effects but still keeping within the quirk power system?

Could this quirk exist or be possible (I based it off The Knight from Hollow Knight): Darknail is an emitter-type Quirk that allows the user to summon a long, grey, nail-like sword made from a durable yet lightweight mineral-ore material. Featuring an exaggerated diamond-shaped lower cross-section, the Nailsword is perfectly balanced for high-speed, agile combat. The user can fight at peak mobility without being weighed down by their weapon.Darknail’s core ability lies in its unique energy mechanic: when the user lands a physical strike with the Nailsword, the kinetic energy generated is instantly converted into a powerful force called Void Energy. This energy can be stored and released through a variety of offensive techniques, allowing the user to adapt fluidly in battle, for instance Void Tremor where the user stabs the nail into the ground and makes dark shockwaves, or Shade Saber which allows the user to make a v shaped blade extension of void behind them before striking(similar to the dreamnail), Those are only a few examples of what the user can do, but if they cant hit their opponent they cant get their energy and they will be slightly crippled in combat, although the user has a natural firm grip between the nail and their hand if its knocked out they will have to retrieve or resummon it which takes some energy so it gives their opponents an opportunity to attack.

Can Isshiki Ötsutsuki ablity Sukunahikona and Daikokuten ability work as a Quirk . Possibly at first it a almost need Contact like seen with Jigen with the think that need to be shrink down and after a awakening it can be used on what the user sees . What do you think ?

Guys, I'm still not taking requests right now. I shall hopefully have them open soon, but it will take some more time. I ask you to be patient until then and would very much appreciate it if you did.

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Clan of Three Halloween Special 2024

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Force-Sensitive! Reader

Halloween Special

            “We have to dress up for them?” Mando’s face was disguised by his helmet as usual, but his dubious tone was unmistakable.

            Bo-Katan sighed. “You’ve put on costumes for jobs before, how is this any different?”

            “This is for politics. I hate politics,” said Mando.

            “You and I are the faces of the new Mandalorian unity—”

            “The Armorer is,” interrupted Mando.

            “—she doesn’t come with us, so we are the faces of a united Mandalorian front,” continued Bo-Katan. “And as such, we have to show we are both involved in Mandalore’s growth.”

            Mando looked at the costume armor to his side. “But I have to wear that?”

            “They are having a celebration of their old mythical tales. They are being kind and including us,” said Bo-Katan. “Yes. You are wearing that.”

            Mando sighed. “I’m keeping the helmet.”

            “Of course,” said Bo-Katan. She patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, this’ll be fun. Even Grogu and (Y/N) are getting costumes.”

            “(Y/N) will love that,” said Mando sarcastically.

            “You didn’t see what costumes they got,” said Bo-Katan, grinning.

            Mando sighed.

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            Mando emerged from the government building in his festival garb—his armor now fake but painted with a bright symbol of a sun on the front. A fake sword hung next to his phasers on his belt, and he had an amber cape falling from his shoulders. He was a hero from the mythology of the planet.

            “See? Not so bad. You just look like you’re from the Middle Ages,” said Bo-Katan, emerging. She was dressed in armor, as well, but she also had a crown—a queen from old stories.

            “As long as I have my phaser to protect my adike, I’ll accept it,” said Mando. The safety of his children one was thing he would not trade for anything.

            “Grogu and I are fine,” said (Y/N), coming out.

            Grogu waddled beside them in a funny little robe and hat—a wizard. (Mando thought that was an apt choice).

            (Y/N) had on dress pants and a tunic, both stitched with designs of red, orange, and yellow across it. A vest finished the outfit, black with outlines of flames. A crown sat on top of their head, and the only thing that was out of place was their phaser at their side. They were undoubtedly some mythological god or magical being.

            (Again, Mando approved. (Y/N) had a strange pull on people, a natural leadership, so them being such an important person in mythology made sense. Also, it reminded him of the way they were chosen by Mandalore the Great. Quite frankly, Mando was still surprised and unsure what that meant for them, but it fit them so well).

            “You look good,” said Bo-Katan, smiling. “I’m sure your dad is disappointed you’re not a knight in shining armor so he can imagine you with all your Mandalorian armor, but you look good.”

            (Y/N) grinned and rolled their eyes. “I have my gauntlet.” They gestured to the painted armor around their wrist. “I have to earn the rest.”

            “If saving Mandalore doesn’t earn that, I don’t know what does,” remarked Bo-Katan.

            “If they do not feel ready, I will not push them,” said Mando. How someone saw themself and their capabilities was important. If (Y/N) did not feel ready to take on more armor, then he would not push them. It would only hurt them. He looked at (Y/N). “Verd’ika, you fit this mythology.”

            “Thanks,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Grogu babbled, and Mando picked him up with a nod. “You look good, too.” Grogu smiled widely.

            “Selfish. I already complimented you,” said (Y/N), and Grogu just turned his grin on them.

            “Alright, let’s go and enjoy the festival,” said Bo-Katan, facing the music and parade going by. Bright lights were strung across walkways, and delicious smells wafted from every street corner stall.

            “Are you hungry?” said Mando, looking at (Y/N) and Grogu.

            “A bit,” said (Y/N). Grogu babbled (he was always hungry).

            “I’ll get us food,” said Mando.

            “Go and enjoy yourself,” said Bo-Katan, nodding to (Y/N). “There are other teenagers around.” She smiled. “Maybe you can make some friends.”

            “I have friends,” said (Y/N).

            “Mando and Grogu are your family, I’m your boss—”

            “I don’t do anything I don’t want to,” said (Y/N) instantly.

            “—and your constant rivalry with Miyan Nyk, one of the Armorer’s proteges, really doesn’t count,” finished Bo-Katan.

            “No, it doesn’t, he’s just embarrassed he keeps losing to me,” said (Y/N), pleased with themself.

            “Just go and get your face painted, buy some stupid trinkets, get some candy, have fun,” said Bo-Katan, dropping some credits into the hand and pushing them forward.

            “Whatever, Buir,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes and walking off.

            “Did I just get called ‘mom?’ ” said Bo-Katan, blinking.

            “No,” said Mando.

            “Don’t get jealous, you know you’ll always be their favorite,” said Bo-Katan.

            Mando didn’t reply, but his visor was firmly on (Y/N) even as he walked towards the food stall Grogu was waddling towards. He watched with narrowed eyes below his helmet as (Y/N) got some food and was approached by some other teenagers. Obviously, they were all comparing costumes and beginning to chat.

            “Relax, Din,” said Bo-Katan, seeing where his attention lay. “They’re just talking to someone.”

            “I don’t want them getting into trouble,” said Mando.

            “They always do,” said Bo-Katan. “But come on, that’s just normal teenager stuff. They’re talking to people their age—”

            “I think one of them is flirting with my ad’ika.” Mando’s hand trailed to his phaser.

            “(Y/N) is growing up. That’s going to happen at some point,” said Bo-Katan. She watched (Y/N). “I don’t think they’re interested yet, but you have to know that they’re going to at some point.” She shrugged. “Unless they’re aro.”

            “I don’t want them to get hurt,” said Mando.

            “Trust me, if someone hurt their feelings, I’m sure (Y/N) could handle them,” said Bo-Katan. “And if they need backup, they have you, me, and a whole planet willing to help them.”

            Mando watched (Y/N) grab some food and hesitate before sitting down with the other teenagers, chatting and smiling. They were growing up. They had already overcome so much. He could only hope he got to watch them continue to grow stronger and become the incredible Mandalorian—and, more importantly, the incredible person—he knew they’d become.

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[beskarfrog]

Din leaned against the door to the school house, his boots muddy from having walked through the streets of Sundari. The door was left open as usual to let cool air and the occasional frog in. It was officially monsoon season on their part of Mandalore and not for the first time, Din wondered why the Jedi couldn’t have built his school on ground that was a little further out of the floodplain.

Inside the little school, the Jedi was sitting on one of his weird little pillow mats with all the children crowded up around him. Grogu was sitting in Ragnar’s lap, Rey and Finn on each of his sides. Paz had been infuriated when Ragnar had first asked to go with the jett’ike for lessons after regular training. He had been won over eventually when the Armorer suggested it would be a good opportunity for Ragnar to learn how to fight against a Force-user.  

“Alright, how about a story for our history lesson today?” the Jedi asked and got a positive reaction from the kids. Din let the soft drone of his voice wash over him as he considered the scene before him.

He hadn’t expected to see the Jedi again after Grogu had come back to him. Much less had he expected the Jedi to show up two months after they’d retaken Mandalore and Din was trying to figure out how to run a planet. He’d arrived in a beat-up pre-Empire ship with a handful of children. They had all been brought before Din and his newly formed council.

“The school was attacked. The New Republic isn’t safe for us anymore. They have…expectations for how the Jedi should benefit them,” the Jedi had explained, his face impassive and cold. The children lingering in the shadow of his dark robes looked both nervous and defiant. Din wondered if that was how the Jedi felt too.

“Why come to us?” Bo-Katan asked, a few chairs down from Din.

“What is that saying you have? A Mandalorian is both hunter and prey. Your people understand what it is like to be hunted for what you are,” the Jedi said, gaining a thoughtful nod from the Armorer. He had looked at Din as he said it and Din knew that there were layers to that statement. Yes, all Mandalorians knew what it was like to be persecuted for their allegiance to a nearly dead Creed, but Din specifically understood what it was to be hunted for having a child with strange powers.

Paz and Bo-Katan had gotten into a rather vicious argument about the situation, but the Armorer had been of the same mind as Din. Children in need were children in need, even if they came with an ominous wizard attached to them. Paz had wanted to kill the Jedi and keep the children, but eventually he had been convinced that the kids would need training for their magic. Din was relieved because he was becoming concerned that, be it Bo-Katan or Paz, his council was about to become one person smaller if the argument dragged on any longer.

In the end, Din had told the Jedi, “We will let you build a school here, but you’ll live as we do. The children will be raised with the other Mandalorian ade. No one will be required to swear the Creed. That is not the Way, but we are trying to rebuild our culture.”

“I understand,” the Jedi had grimaced, “The Jedi used to live in community too. We had a similar sense of culture once from what I am told, but that was before I was born.”

“I…I will do what I can to make sure your children are safe here,” Din had said and that was the end of the matter.

The only person who was completely satisfied with the arrangement was Grogu. Din was shocked to find out how much the kid liked the Jedi - Luke, as he’d introduced himself. He had expected some animosity since Grogu had left, but Luke had been surprisingly happy to see the womp rat again. At first, Din had been reluctant to let the kid join the other little sorcerers in training, but they all seemed to like him. 

That was the real problem. The Jedi and his jett’ike liked everyone, even Paz. Luke was always willing to accept ade or even adults into his weapons training sessions at his little school. He brought homemade uj’alayi  to all the community meetings, complete with little paper wrappers the kids had decorated. His sister and her smuggler husband visited often enough that it was obvious that the Jedi cared about his family. Luke was a better Mandalorian than half the people Din had met on Mandalore and he hadn’t even sworn the Creed.

It made it incredibly hard for other Mandalorians not to like the strange little sorcerers back and there had been a lot of talk about adopting the Jedi and his children into a clan. He was a proficient warrior, good with children, and after the first month, it was clear that he cared about the community they were trying to build. He was the perfect riduur, but it made Din want to grind his teeth any time anyone talked about challenging him for his hand.

It hadn’t taken him long to figure out why. It was made all the worse when the Jedi had started to befriend him in earnest. At first, it was just mutually commiserating about the problems of raising Force-sensitive children, but it slowly became something more. Luke opened up, shedding the persona he seemed to wear like his billowing black cloak. Din caught glimpses of the darkness that lurked within him, the turmoil he went through to fight back against those impulses. Din knew how painful it was to peel off your armor in front of another, even if you wanted them to see you as you really were. 

And Luke let him see. 

So, now Din leaned against the door to the nursery as the children ran out past him to play in the yard. Grogu was too enthralled with the game Ragnar and Rey had started to even notice him in the doorway.

“Here to pick up Grogu?” Luke asked as he rose up from his mat. Din nodded but waved his hand in dismissal as Luke went to call for him.

“He can play. I don’t have anywhere to be for a while,” Din said as Luke walked over to join him in the doorway. “The story you told. It wasn’t very happy.”

“The story of the Jedi has never been a happy one,” Luke said, his smile soft and touched with sadness. His hair had a little extra wave in it due to the humidity. Din wanted to reach out and run his gloved hand through those waves, “But it is full of hope. Foundlings are the future, right?”

“This is the Way,” Din inclined his head, which pulled a more genuine smile out of Luke. Something sharp twisted in Din’s chest and he swallowed, thankful for the millionth time that his helmet obscured his face.

He needed to get this over with, to do what he actually came here to do.

“Do you…Would you want to spar? Not right now, but some time. Maybe tonight?” Din asked, tamping down the impulse to twist his hands together. He was a Mandalorain. He should be bold with his feelings, not the awkward nervous thing that Luke seemed to turn him into.

“Mand’alor,” Luke's smile turned blinding as he pressed his gloved hand to his chest, mockingly scandalized. His blue eyes were sparkling, even in the grey overcast light of the rainy day, “If I didn’t know better that sounds like a date.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Din mumbled, his heart sinking. He knew it was unlikely for Luke to reciprocate his feelings, but the Jedi’s sister had made some comments last time she visited that had given him the courage to at least find out.

“I’d like it to be, Din, if that's alright,” Luke said and gently reached out to catch Din’s hand. He threaded his fingers between Din’s, giving his hand a firm squeeze. Din returned it, a flash of hope rising back up in him. If this went well, he was going to send Senator Organa a whole case of tihaar.

“We’ll have to find someone to babysit, though,” Luke continued, tugging on Din’s hand to pull him a little closer, “You’re my go-to person for watching the kids, but you’ll be busy, obviously.”

“Paz said he would. Ragnar’s been wanting to have everyone sleep over at their house,” Din said, grateful that he’d planned ahead for that problem. 

In the yard, the kids had gotten into a mud fight next to the frog pond. Grogu was practically a brown blob while Finn was doing his best to avoid the mud that Rey and Ragnar were slinging at each other. Din knew he really ought to intervene, but if Paz was watching the kids for the night…

“The Force bless that man,” Luke shook his head, squeezing Din’s hand again.

[daughteroftheeveningstar]

Something I used to do to express gender was just listing off random things, titles, and adjectives like it was a shopping list of a sort. So I encourage all to do the same. Here is my gender list;

Debutante, bug girl, siren, doe, shaking a bloodied slab of meat in my mouth like a dog and having the blood splat everywhere, hand of madness, an interlocking and puzzling cube simultaneously and continuously moving and changing dimensional shape, star dust, Rust, Succubus, Sharp crystal points, murderous clown, purple, florida morning skies, mania and dementia, mad god, monk, demon queen, priestess, plague (both the disease(s) and character from DBD), dirty doll found in an abandoned building, forest oak, rotting/rotten/rot, decayed log but with a whole city of life regarding bugs and worms, brain in a jar, jelly fish, tentacles, Pirate, holy knight, divine entity, balance, yin and yang, blades such as swords and sickles, bo staff, pink, bows and ribbons, puppeteer, puppet with torn strings, fire flies, a swarm of flies/bees/wasps (bugs that go bzzz), bones and tar, eldritch, ribcage, roots beneath the trees, royal blue, 333, 777, 222, 555. Angel girl with black wings, mother miranda, Daniela/bela/cassandra Dimitrescu, snow white/Narissa/vivian/Faith(The wolf among us), Louise/Tina/Bob (bobs burgers), A prism of white that shines rainbow, color wheel, every color through light, white diamond/Lapis Lazuli /Sapphire/Pink Diamond/Rose Quartz/Amethyst/Sugilite/Opal(SU), Hearts 🫀♥️, brain, sinew, mortal flesh but a immortal being, experiences but never anything more than a moment in time, embarrassed sad little woman, Crows, Cats, Snakes/Reptiles, Wisp, a cloud of star dust, forged iron, Black, pearls, clouds, melted wax, lit candles, white roses, black lilies, morning glories. Genderless cryptid, mothman, la lorona, ghost, a figment, non existent but present, a paradox in design. A moral fabric in a sea of cruelty, red/poisoned apples, soft humming, lanterns, Mileena/Sindel/Scarlett(MK), torches, keys, locks/door knobs, water, air, lightning. Botany, whimsical, fruity little creature, stained glass mural, red meat, strawberry cow, blood and snow driven woman, crazy cat lady, hollowed, stoic, solemn, eery, kind, loving, orchids, instead of organs its machinery and my heart is made of a giant carved ruby that glows when i open my torso, the little mermaid, Witch, shadows, Daisies, the sun and the moon; twilight, mystical af wizard in a leaning tower casting spells in a robe and pointy hat littered with glowing stars. And finally, Planets. Planetary orbit, Saturn, Uranus(shut it.), earth, venus. Andromeda, the milky way, the asteroid belt.

WRITE UP YOUR LIST I WISH TO SEE EVERYONES!!

Pronouns: Elle/Them

(elle is french for she, pronouns in other languages sound so much prettier then whatever the english language has going on.)

[thaliendir]

sheogorath ~ domains of madness and psyche

crosspost from dreamwidth . dreamwidth version have proper links to various UESP pages , and format nicer ! but work hard on this one and would like to be share-able , so please enjoy this tumblrise version . :)

most well document domain of sheogorath is madness , but kossai believe even this is more than initially seem . would like to propose this domain include literal madness , psyche in general , and cultural madness .

literal madness

literal madness encompass anything which is identifiable symptom or illness , as people would term . even this is cultural category to some extent - ideas of what is normal and sane differ even between cultures . regardless , these traits would exist even if people did not categorise and outcast , specifically with roots in actual variations in mental health , stability of psyche , and otherwise .

this can thus include just about any trait that fall outside these cultural bounds of sanity , but some prominent examples across shivering isles would be :

severe anxiety and paranoia

hyperfixation and obsession

communication difficulty and non-clarity

delusions of all stripes

compulsions

impulse control issues , violent impulses especially notable around isles

depressive and suicidal tendencies

and so this list could go on .

worth note that by and large , residents of shivering isles consider these traits and madnesses to be wonderful gifts and blessings - the blessings of sheogorath is book which detail some of this , that different madnesses have apparent purpose and make lives better , not worse . someone who obsessively write in blatantly unreal languages is not sick or worthy of pity , but dig for beautiful secrets , and might some day find something profound , so profound as to even change world . even if that never happen , might still find nice things to say and share along journey .

and yeah , in reality these kind of approaches might hurt some people rather than help - mind is hugely complex , and everyone have different needs , triggers , and lines to draw . but most of these people seem happy to embrace , even if madness is not necessarily fun , beautiful , or profound . sheogorath look at this madness with love - there is nothing morally wrong with madness , there is nothing about these people that need to fix . only people who need fix is those who believe madness is ailment to fix .

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psyche in general

as well as above traits of literal madness , emotions , identity , and memories all fall under influence as well , to make for domain of psyche . the blessings of sheogorath again give suggestion to this : "For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting."

perhaps there is truth here - that everyone would know only here and now , and care for nothing , if not for sheogorath . where jyggalag seek perfect order and conformity , such that even servants and knights all empty husks , sheogorath breathe life into each individual psyche , whether end up sane or mad .

one entry in myths of sheogorath concern wizard ravate , who seek out power from sheogorath - and promise to drive men mad , should sheogorath grant . sheogorath accept , but only if ravate first survive 3 days in shivering isles , sane . ravate inevitably succumb to paranoia , certain that sheogorath set traps everywhere ... yet sheogorath did nothing at all , simply set stage for psyche to turn on self . ravate then turn to serve sheogorath , with claim that sheogorath is already within everyone . while this is myth in-universe and might not be reflective of any specific historical account , think this still serve viewpoint that sheogorath is not just madness , but very psyche , and that at least some people in-universe see this way too .

in curio folio vol vii (18+) , sheogorath explain gambolpuddy have ability to free one from inhibitions and expectations , and take on aspects of identity from whoever last touch . while this book is not official in-game book , douglas goodall go on to say book clarify this as no one pick up on power of gambolpuddy in reference to ra'gruzgob - orcish man who proudly proclaim self to be khajiit . still , result might not always be madness necessarily , but rather change of self perception and identity , where classification of madness is incidental .

there is also case of memory wand , sheogorathean artifact which introduce in legends . while story of talym rend might be on somewhat shaky ground due to inconsistency with shivering isles timeline , this artifact can still serve point that out of universe , there may be intent for sheogorath hold domain over all aspects of psyche .

after all , in all of these cases - how could sheogorath inflict madness if not also responsible for all of psyche ? of course in times past , people often understand madness as some kind of curse , possession , unholy will , or otherwise - but these days , better understand that anyone at all can be subject to various madnesses . what separate people is not ability or inability to become mad , but whether or not life prompt these madnesses at some point . even genetics only serve as one factor - for example , after enough stress , anyone can experience psychosis . there is no one fundamentally above madness , nor is anyone mad fundamentally below others .

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cultural madness

as well as literal psyche and variations therein , sheogorath very well might encompass cultural madness ... or else writers have some cruel implications to answer for indeed . regardless , madness is cultural as much as literal - groups of privilege can get away with much more than groups of marginalisation , and what is sick behaviour for one is healthy expectation for another . 

real world have reflections of this in drapetomania and oppositional defiant disorder . drapetomania punish black slaves for desires of freedom , and oppositional defiant disorder punish developmentally disabled and especially DD people of colour for distrust of authority or difficulties in " compliance " . while drapetomania is long gone , ODD is still diagnosis , and still easily ruin lives . that is another rant for another time , however : back on track .

point is , these cultural madnesses still literal variations - but not necessarily in mental health or stability of psyche . three residents of shivering isles in particular catch attention here : dredhwen , dumag gro-bonk , and sontaire .

dredhwen have what seem to be extreme narcolepsy - unable to stay awake , drift in and out of consciousness , never seem to be able to hold for long . these days understand narcolepsy to be neurological sleep disorder , but how dredhwen talk and present - especially if ever speak of hallucinations - would pin for madness .

dumag gro-bonk is gay , that is literally all . would flirtatious straight men receive this same mad treatment ? probably not . similarly , sontaire is honestly just into BDSM with high sex drive - and so coincidentally happen to be woman . this give reason to think that sheogorath shelter not for literal madness , but because people cast out under pretense of madness . histories of these characters entirely unknown , but perhaps to defy purpose of marriage and sex was madness for dumag gro-bonk , while to defy expectations as demure and sexless was madness for sontaire .

in this sense , shivering isles also house people whose communities may term as sexual deviants , people with neurological conditions , developmental disabilities , and anyone else who realistically might get label and treatment of madmen . not all will seek out isles , of course , but isles will be open to such people who choose .