#train teapot

[roboticchibitan]

While looking into the other stuff the sneapot artist had available, I got recommendations for some other teapots and ended up down a small rabbithole of teapots, so for your enjoyment and rating purposes, in no particular order, I give you:

Train:

Artichoke:

Vaguely cursed cats:

A cute orange I'd actually use:

Second vaguely cursed cat (his face!):

Assassin's teapot:

Cute little house:

Little hill:

Fox:

Owl:

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Man, these are fun! The train is so shiny. It looks like a steam engine, complete with steam! The... artichoke... forgot the word for artichoke for a second and had to scroll back up to where you linked it, is fun and along with the orange one (or is that a peach?) would make fun collector's items for someone with a food themed teapot collection. I think it's funny that the vase on the dresser with cats one is knocked over cuz like. Yeah, cats will do that. The black cat looks like they were going to blep and ended up with cursed. Also... I kinda want an assassin's teapot. Just for the hell of it. Might look up how much those cost. The house and the hill are cute and look very scenic but what the heck is that creature on the hill one? Is it a mouse? Or? The fox has such tiny eyes. And the owl such large ones. I like that the owl one the spout is the branch it's sitting on. That's clever.

Image 1: a black and gold steam engine shaped teapot with grey ceramic smoke coming out it's smokestack

Image 2: a teapot shaped like an artichoke head on its side

Image 3: a teapot shaped like a clothes dresser with several drawers open, and a small porcelain cat on top. There is a knocked over vase of flowers sitting on the lid.

Image 4: a teapot shaped like an orange, with a leaf on the lid

Image 5: a black cat teapot. The face is the lid of the teapot, and the spout is an arm. The cat's mouth is open.

Image 6: a teapot shaped like an old man. There are measurements listed on the image. It is 7.1 inches wide and 5.12 inches tall. This teapot is the assassin's teapot.

Image 7: a teapot shaped like a cottage with flowers out front and a thatched roof

Image 8: A round teapot shaped like a hill with a well at the top. There are ceramic shapes of as mall girl and an animal I can't identify, as well as a picnic basket painted onto the side of the teapot.

Image 9: A teapot shaped like a fox in a waistcoat. The fox is white and has small eyes. Its head is the lid of the teapot.

Image 10: A teapot shaped like an owl sitting on a branch. The owl is brown and has large eyes and very defined eyebrows.

[mikascreations]

i made some wallpapers for phighting phans, free to use!

[teasetsotw]

--- Designer/Manufacturer: Harold Stabler [X] Region: England Time period: 1935

[cryptid-teapot]

Sith Cal concepts, mask idea from @azems-familiar 's aeste

[systimming]

Childe from Genshin Impact with foxes + snow + camping + training / fighting stims!

- Mod Primarina + Mod Sally.

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[skunkbutts]

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[kitsunabi]

Ah, love me some home decor

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🐚⚓️🫧List of Random Things For Your Dark Coastal Settings | For Writers🐚⚓️🫧

Since you all loved the list of random things for Dark Academia, here’s a list of items, things, sights etc.. you might find in a Dark Coastal setting.

The Cliffside 🌊

Jagged slate-gray rocks jutting out from the churning sea

Swaths of wild, windblown grasses and mosses clinging to the cliffs

Crumbling stone ruins half-hidden in the fog

The eerie cries of seabirds circling overhead

Gnarled, salt-weathered driftwood scattered across the shoreline

The Cove 🐚

A small pebbly beach tucked into a sheltered inlet

Seaweed-covered tide pools teeming with mysterious marine life

Centuries-old fishing nets and lobster traps hung to dry

Weathered wooden rowboats moored at a rickety dock

The salty, briny scent of the sea lingering in the air

The Lighthouse 🗼

A tall, round stone tower with a flickering lantern on top

Faded nautical charts and weather-beaten log books inside

An antique brass telescope trained on the horizon

The heavy thump of the lighthouse bell in the distance

Coils of fraying rope and a tarnished brass spyglass on the windowsill

The Shipwreck 🛥️

The rusted, half-submerged hull of an ancient sailing vessel

Tangled knots of kelp and barnacles clinging to the metal

Fragments of shattered wood and twisted metal debris

The eerie, echoing creaks and groans of the wreckage in the waves

Fragments of weathered, sun-bleached bones glinting in the murky depths

The Coastal Cottage 🏠

A small, weathered wooden house with peeling paint

Tattered sheer curtains fluttering in the salty sea breeze

Shelves lined with antique glass bottles and driftwood sculptures

A wood-burning stove with a teapot whistling softly

The distant sound of foghorns cutting through the mist

The Shipwreck Cove 🚢

Jutting black cliffs, their bases strewn with the bones of broken ships

Seaweed-covered ribs of an old shipwreck, barnacles clinging to the wood

Rusted metal and shattered glass glittering in the crashing waves

Cawing of crows circling overhead, their shadows flickering on the rocks

The hollow, echoing sound of the wind whistling through the caves

The Seaside Cemetery 🪦

Rows of crumbling tombstones covered in moss and lichen

Twisted, windblown trees casting long, ominous shadows

The faint scent of night-blooming jasmine on the breeze

A rusted wrought-iron gate creaking open to the path

Fog rolling in, obscuring the distant sound of the surf

[tizeline]

TSAU!Donnie's Ninpō Explained!

The first ability Donnie unlocks is the ability to see mystic energy! Objects or people with with mystic energy has this colourful glowing aura you could call it, the more mystic energy the more brightly is glows. For example - Mikey already has a very bright aura naturally, which becomes even brighter when he is actively using magic! ..... All of this is to say, Donnie found that out the hard way when he used his mystic sight on Mikey when he was using magic and Donnie as a result got a little bit fucking blinded!

All yōkai and mutants are naturally mystic in nature, they always have a visable aura because of that. Humans are not mystic, so they don't have that aura. HOWEVER! Humans can learn how to use magic through certain means like, y'know, Ninpō for example! When a human uses magic, they do have mystic aura, but only while actively using mystic powers.

(Also Donnie totally accidentally discovered that the "teapot" had bad vibes because his mystic sight lol)

After a while Donnie is able to start making constructs out of his Ninpō. Initially however, he can't really form complex designs, it's mostly just blocks and walls, very simplistic shapes. But it turns out he can use these simpler constructs as effective shields! Which is good considering his soft shell as well as the fact that his battle shell in the AU wasn't built to be used as armour. Both he and April gets a lot of use out of the extra defense.

With quite a bit of practice Donnie is able to actually generate specific and more complex designs! Which means that yes, to the horror of friend and foe alike, Donnie can and will summon an entire arsenal of firepower, yikes. He's not limited to firearms though, he's able to generate all kinds of technology and machinery (drill!!!!)

To create these mystic contructs, it does require Donnie to have a good understanding of what it looks like, how it functions, etc. His imagination and his knowledge of technology are what sets a lot of the limits on what he is able to create, if he can build it in his lab then he can build it with his Ninpō. This particular ability requires a lot complex thought, if Donnie wasn't so smart he wouldn't be able to pull it off as well as he does.

Another limitation is that maintaining the contsructs is very energy-consuming, he'll quickly exhaust himself if he keeps them around. He'll usually only summon constructs very briefly for an attack and then immedietly dismiss them.

The way that Donnnie's Ninpō manifests itself is already very technology-oriented, because of that he can interact with ordinary technology through his Ninpō. Personally I haven't figured out the details of what exactly that can look like, but there's definitely a lot of possibilities to explore here.

One thing though, as Donnie's Ninpō grows more and more powerful overtime, a side-effect of that is that if he gets really pissed off or otherwise very emotional, he'll accidentally make the technology in his near viscinity go haywire lmao. (This has the risk of making him even more angry, which just worsens the problem, and so on haha)

I really like the idea of Donnie being the second most powerful mystic user out of his brothers, after Mikey of course. And because he's mostly self-trained, he doesn't have the best understanding of how to properly control his powers, which evidently can become a bit of a problem. Donnie eventually agrees to let Draxum help him get a better grasp on his mystic abilities after the Hamatos and the Draxums become more friendly with each other.

So uh. About how Donnie kinda accidentally infused Shelldon with mystic energy while creating him which caused the robot to develop a kind of soul? Yeah so because of that Shelldon's mystic energy if linked to Donnie's, which means that Shelldon more or less gains access to the same abilities as Donnie does! He's not quite as powerful as Donnie, and he still needs to practice to fully get a grasp on these powers as well. But point is, that's how Shelldon gains acess to Ninpō in the AU! (He also notices their fucked up "teapot")

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Anyway that basically summarizes it! A lot of these ideas are headcanons I have for canon!Donnie as well honestly, the AU is just an excuse to explore these concepts. Donnie's ability to summon fucking firearms and military equipment is also something I've thought about, I wanted to try to think how it would work for him while also putting some limitations on it. ANOTHER THING I like the idea of Donnie's tech constructs basically being the same ability as when Raph creates constructs of himself. The difference lies with that Donnie is a massive nerd so his first instinct is to recreate his own tech with the Ninpō. While Raph being someone who is already so physically strong would naturally use his Ninpō to recreate his own greatest weapon, which is himself. (Donnie uses his brain, Raph uses his brawn, who would've guessed)

[beloveds-embrace]

(Part two of this: “house-trained” simon riley)

The second visit to Ghost’s cozy cottage started with the same mixture of disbelief and awe as the first. The team once again found themselves surrounded by pastel walls, cheerful flower boxes, and an overwhelming sense of warmth that clashed with every preconceived notion they’d had about their masked lieutenant, but at least this time it was a mere courtesy visit and without the worries of needing to stay hidden hanging over them.

The morning began with the usual spectacle: Simon quietly, happily obeying your every request without a care about his team’s amused stares.

“Si, love, could you grab the butter from the fridge?”

Simon stood immediately, massive frame moving through the delicate kitchen with surprising ease. He returned with the butter in hand and set it on the counter, earning a soft, “Thank you, darling.” And a gentle kiss to his temple.

Soap snorted from the couch, where he was wrapped in one of your soft, pastel-colored blankets. He loved them- had spent the entire time before having one on his shoulders, and this time it’d been the first thing he asked for. “Still can’t believe this is you, L.T.”

“Believe it.” Simon replied flatly, brushing his hand against the small of your back as he walked by.

But this time, you didn’t stop with Simon.

“Johnny?” You called sweetly, stepping into the living room with a tray in hand.

Soap looked up, a crumb of your delicious cookies already on his chin. “Me?”

“Yes, you.” You giggled, setting the tray on the coffee table. “Would you mind fluffing the pillows for me? They’re looking a bit flat.”

Soap blinked, still not sure he heard right. “You’re asking me to- ?”

“I would ask Simon, of course,” you said innocently, a little pout on your lips. “But he’s busy getting the sugar for tea. You’re not busy, are you?”

Caught in your warm, expectant gaze, Soap sighed, tossing the blanket aside (gently) with a dramatic groan. “Fine, fine, hen. I’ll fluff your bloody pillows.”

“Thank you, Johnny!” You beamed.

Gaz laughed as Soap began half-heartedly fluffing the floral cushions, grumbling under his breath the entire time- though they were all light grumbles.

“You’ll get used to it.” Simon said dryly, walking past with a jar of sugar in hand. “Good on her for not having you just sit on your arse.”

“Gaz,” you said brightly, then, turning your attention to him. “Do you mind helping me bring in the tea trays? I’ve got too much to carry, and I’d hate to make Simon do it all.”

Gaz stood at attention at your call of his name, caught off guard. “I- yes, Ma’am.”

You led him into the kitchen, where a tray laden with delicate china teacups and a teapot sat waiting. “Careful,” you said gently, placing another tray of sandwiches into his hands. “These teacups are my grandmother’s, and they’re quite old.”

You got them from a thrift shop, but who said you can’t have a little fun?

Gaz nodded earnestly, gripping the tray with the utmost care- as if it was a secret weapon, or a file with the most important information recorded on earth. He carried it like he was on a mission. When he re-entered the living room, Soap was still fluffing pillows, now with exaggerated vigor, muttering. “Is this fluffy enough for ya, lass?”

“Perfect, thank you.” You said as you placed a small vase of flowers on the coffee table. “Oh, Captain?”

Price looked up from where he’d been lounging by the window, his hands resting comfortably on his knees. He’d been amused at how you basically commanded his men, but now that your attention was on him…

“Would you mind slicing the lemon for the tea?” you asked softly and sweetly, holding out a small knife and a lemon. “Your hands look steady. I want good, even slices, please. You seem like the type to do it properly the first time.”

Caught between amusement and curiosity, Price rose from his seat and took the knife and lemon from you. He stood by the kitchen counter, slicing perfect, even rounds of lemon while Simon watched from his chair, clearly enjoying the sight of even his commanding officer being gently bossed around.

By the time the tea was ready, Soap had been roped into setting the table with floral plates and napkins (“Really? Floral?”

“Why not? The blankets you like so much also have floral designs!”)

Gaz was carrying plates of cheeses and olives with the care of a man defusing a bomb, and Price was pouring tea into delicate porcelain cups like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You floated through the room with a soft, effortless authority, gently directing each of them like it was second nature.

“Johnny, could you fetch the coasters from the drawer? I don’t want the table getting scratched.”

“Kyle, do you mind straightening that picture frame? It’s a little crooked.”

“Captain, would you light that candle? It’s my favorite scent, and I think you’d like it too.”

And somehow, none of them could say no to you. Not like they even considered it.

By the time everyone was seated, Simon pulled out your chair for you, his large hand resting briefly on your shoulder before he sat beside you. Soap stared at the table, now perfectly set and adorned with delicate tea accoutrements, and declared: “I think we just got outmaneuvered by a woman in a cardigan.”

“Outclassed, more like.” Gaz added, reaching for the olive oil and za’atar plate.

But when you turned that radiant smile on them, warmly thanking them for their help, none of them could bring themselves to mind. And with Simon watching as well, none of them even dared to mind.

[dior-luxury]

Hello! Can I ask for a platonic relationship with Papa Crowley? He's weird of course, but I think he would be a caring papa bird 😌

Crowley As A Dad

( ✧ ) ────── parent stories . fluff - gn!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] Dire Crowley

- [𝐩:𝐬] Absent/Unmentioned Mother . Soft Angst / Emotional Vulnerability . Overprotective Parenting (in a comedic yet intense way) . Mild Magical Chaos / Comedic Danger . Mentions of Loneliness

Note: Hopefully, I read your request right! I'm pretty sure you were asking for parenting headcanons… and so I delivered 😌. I'm also back from my mini-writing break, but I hope you guys enjoy this! ╰(▔∀▔)╯

From the moment you could remember, your life was never what one might call "ordinary." While other children grew up with lullabies and stuffed animals, you were soothed to sleep by the fluttering of raven wings and the soft hum of incantations echoing from behind the study door. Dire Crowley, your father, was not the kind to change diapers with a mundane sigh or wake up at midnight with a bottle in hand—oh no, he’d appear in your nursery in a flurry of feathers and dramatic whispers, insisting that a “creature of such potential as his own flesh and blood” deserved nothing but the most theatrical midnight feeding.

He’d wear long, dark robes even around the house—because “aesthetics are crucial for a child’s development!” he’d declare, as you toddled after him dragging his cape like a royal train. Growing up in a magically warded tower nestled on the edge of a dense forest, the two of you lived in a place where the line between reality and fantasy was forever blurred. Magic books floated lazily through the halls, the paintings spoke in hushed tones about your future, and enchanted teapots tried desperately to brew coffee instead because—frankly—your dad was terrible at waking up on time.

But beneath all the dramatics—behind the mask, the mystery, and the occasional crow perched on his shoulder—was a man who loved you more fiercely than he could ever properly express. He’d try, of course. Every birthday he’d throw over-the-top parties with dancing shadows, singing chandeliers, and illusion fireworks that spelled out your name in a thousand sparkles. He was the kind of dad who would read you bedtime stories from ancient grimoires, editing out the darker bits because "you are too precious to be haunted by banshee prophecies at the age of six!"

When you were afraid—of the dark, of the monsters under the bed, or even of a bad grade—he’d appear like a specter summoned from the netherworld, sweeping into your room with candles floating in mid-air. He’d listen, really listen, eyes solemn beneath his mask. Then, with a hand on your shoulder and a voice like thunder disguised in silk, he’d whisper, “My dear, the world is full of things to fear. But none of them are stronger than you. After all, you're my greatest spell.”

And gods help anyone who made you cry.

Dire Crowley was not just protective—he was unhingedly protective. That time a teacher made a snide remark about your project not being "refined enough," Crowley showed up the next day to “volunteer” for career day, conjuring a shadow beast that re-enacted your entire paper in dramatic performance art. The class was speechless. The teacher quit. You were mortified—but touched. He didn’t care. “Art must be defended!” he declared, holding you high like a trophy.

He was also a bit of a disaster dad, but in a lovable way. Cooking? You learned early on that your father thought toast was made with a wand and wishful thinking. You once watched him try to summon a nutritious breakfast and instead got a floating omelet that kept trying to flee the table. Baths? You got one with actual rose petals and a choir of water spirits because he thought you looked a little stressed from school.

There were quiet moments too. Times when he’d sit beside you at night, hair down, mask off—rare glimpses when you saw not the eccentric headmaster but the man beneath. His voice would drop a note, softer and steadier. He’d tell you about his past, in pieces. Hints of loss, fragments of loneliness, and why he’d sworn to protect you with every ounce of power he had.

“Sometimes I think I became a magician just to keep the darkness away,” he murmured once. “And then you came along, and there was light again.”

You never knew your mother—he never spoke much about her, always changing the subject with a wistful sigh and a promise that he’d tell you “when the stars are right.” But you never felt lacking. He poured every bit of his being into raising you—your clumsy spells, your heartbreaks, your victories. Every tear, every laugh—you never walked through anything alone.

And when you grew older—when you entered Night Raven College as a student (an arrangement he swore was completely coincidental and definitely not nepotism)—he still doted on you. Not too openly, of course. That would be unprofessional. But your dorm always had the best bedsheets, your class schedule was somehow perfectly aligned with your favorite subjects, and occasionally, your enemies found themselves inexplicably turned into frogs for a day.

He never stopped being ridiculous, never stopped insisting on his own brilliance, or hiding behind that mask of melodrama. But you always knew better. You knew the warmth in his eyes when you passed an exam, the relief in his laugh when you came home safe from a dangerous practical assignment, the pride in his voice when he whispered, “You’ve become something truly extraordinary.”

[cryptid-teapot]

new trans cal chapter!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62935732/chapters/167755795

When his beard was first coming in his first thought was that maybe they wouldn't attract so much attention in bars anymore. His second, that he was less proud of, was hoping that maybe he'd be less recognizable now (BD reminded him promptly that he's the only known jedi around and has neon hair and the world's best droid, and is as such, probably memorable anyway).

[eclipixels]

Signature Dish

Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Content: History seems to repeat itself…

[1,086 words]

      You had no missions for the next two weeks, thank lord fourth for that. With nothing major on your plate, you spent the day running simple errands. After returning from the grocery store, an idea struck you—why not surprise the kids with a homemade lunch?

      Well, not your kids, obviously. But you treated them like they were. Especially Sasuke. Out of all the adults in Sasuke’s life, he just seemed to click with you. And also because he needed all the emotional support he could get. The last thing you wanted was for him to end up like Orochimaru, Nagato, or Madara. The Uchiha clan really had a history of issues… yikes.

      You couldn’t help but chuckle, remembering the time Naruto broke into your house, with Sasuke and Sakura trailing behind, desperately trying to stop him. Of course, he didn’t listen. He somehow found this dish you had been perfecting, and before you knew it, all three of them were on the kitchen floor, faces stuffed. The noises they made were so chaotic that you and Kakashi had genuinely thought a tailed beast had invaded.

      For lunch today, you decided to make that same dish. You packed everything neatly into a golden woven basket, along with some cups, a teapot, and green tea leaves.

      As you left the house and made your way toward the training field, you recalled Kakashi mentioning that today’s session was in the forest nearby. Great. More walking. Why did your husband have to drag these kids out to the middle of nowhere for training?

      Once inside the forest, you spotted their distinct hair colors from afar. As you got closer, you could see they were still training. Kakashi noticed you first, offering a subtle smile before calling for a break.

      “Finally! I thought we were never gonna stop," Naruto groaned, plopping onto a rock under the shade.

      ”Sensei!" Sakura was the first to call out as soon as she spotted you.

      "Huh? Y/n Sensei? What’re you doing here?" Naruto ran toward you while Sakura threw herself into a tight hug.

      "I made you guys lunch! It’s Y/n’s special. You know, the one you broke into our house for," you teased, placing the basket on a nearby log.

      "Yes! I love the food you make, it’s always the best!" Naruto cheered.

      "Way better than anything from a restaurant!" Sakura added, practically glowing with excitement.

      "Tch." Sasuke, as expected, sat a little farther away from the group, arms crossed.

      Leaning in close, you whispered to Kakashi, "Hey, why don’t you set up the food? I’ll be right back."

      You made your way over to Sasuke, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I made lunch for everyone. Come eat with us?"

      "I’m gonna keep practicing. You guys go ahead. I’m not even that hungry," he muttered.

      "Really? I made my signature dish. I thought that was your favorite," you said, frowning slightly.

      "Whatever. I don’t even like it that much—" His words were cut off by the loud growl of his stomach.

      You raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

      Sasuke scowled but said nothing as you grabbed his wrist and dragged him toward the others.

      Lunch was lively. Naruto and Sakura showered you with praise, while Kakashi casually enjoyed his food, lost in thought. You noticed the team had gotten stronger, and you couldn’t wait to see them take on higher-ranked missions.

      "Oh, by the way," Kakashi chimed in between bites, "your advice about Naruto and Sasuke combining their jutsus actually worked."

      "Wait, seriously? What did you guys create?" You perked up, feeling a rush of pride.

      "Rasengan Chidori!" Naruto blurted out, his mouth still full.

      "It’s Chidori Rasengan, you idiot," Sasuke huffed.

      "I think Rasengan Chidori rolls off the tongue better, don’t ya think?" Naruto argued.

      You laughed. "Are you two really fighting over whose jutsu name comes first? Why not come up with a completely new one together?"

      "The lightning thunderball of doom…gan!" Naruto exclaimed, thrusting his fist into the air, looking way too proud of himself.

      Everyone just stared.

      "What? Whatever, we’ll figure it out later," Sasuke grumbled, sipping his tea.

      “It’s a work in progress.” Naruto shrugged.

      Kakashi, meanwhile, remained deep in thought, his gaze distant. You wondered what was on his mind.

      That evening, far from the training grounds, Minato and Kushina sat together after a long day.

      "Why hasn’t Naruto come home yet?" Kushina asked, settling beside her husband.

      "Oh, there he is." Minato nodded toward the door as Naruto walked in. Speak of the devil.

      "Hey, what took you so long?" Kushina asked.

      "Sorry! Y/N-sensei brought us lunch and then stuck around to watch us train. We got carried away," Naruto explained, rubbing the back of his head.

      Minato’s nose twitched. "You smell like… wait. Did you eat Y/n’s signature dish?"

      Naruto blinked. "Yeah? How’d you know?"

      Kushina chuckled. "Everyone knows about it, it’s delicious."

      Minato shook his head with a small laugh. "I remember when you used to bring lunch for my team, Kushina. You always brought ‘Kushina’s Special.’"

      "Well, well, history repeats itself. But I think Y/N’s might be my new competition," Kushina teased.

      —

      Later that night, as the cool summer breeze drifted through the open windows, Kakashi lay on your lap, his head resting against your thigh while the glow of the TV flickered across the room.

      "Y’know," he murmured, "you bringing lunch today felt really nostalgic."

      You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his silver hair. "Really? How so?"

      "Kushina used to do the same for us—me, Obito, and Rin. Watching you with Sasuke today reminded me a lot of how she was with Obito. Almost exactly the same."

      Your eyes widened. "Wait. There was a Kushina’s Special?!" You gasped, suddenly panicking. "Oh my God, what’s wrong with me?! I have to change the name of my recipe! No—no, I have to erase it from existence! Ah—"

      Kakashi grabbed your face, cutting off your meltdown. "Calm down, Y/N. You’re going to wake the entire village."

      "B-but—"

      "She wouldn’t even care that much," he assured you, rolling his eyes.

      You squinted. "You sure?"

      "Positive."

      Letting out a deep sigh, you finally relaxed. "Phew! Almost lost my mind there." You laughed.

      Kakashi just stared at you.

      "Why are you looking at me like that?" you deadpanned before casually shoving him off the couch.

      "H-hey!" He tried to grab onto something—anything—but ultimately failed, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

      He really just tried to grab air. You couldn’t stop laughing.

[familyagrestefanblog]

Ladybug's Lucky Charms in Werepapas

Let's talk about another detail that people kinda REALLY wanna ignore about Marinette's decision in the Werepapas akuma battle. It's the fact that she hand-waves away FIVE Lucky Charms until she finally goes with the sixth:

No, that is NOT irrelevant. Marinette is not supposed to disregard her Lucky Charms left and right because they're trying to tell her what she's supposed to do. That's Lucky Charm 101 in an akuma battle.

I'm not gonna pretend like I know for 100% certainty what they all tried to tell her, but

1) a couple of them can be easily interpreted in very relevant ways.

And 2) I don't NEED to know what exactly they all mean because it doesn't need to be PROVEN that Marinette isn't supposed to cherry-pick her Lucky Charms. We've known since s1 how this works and it's still done like this in s6. Thanks to not being limited anymore to 1 Lucky Charm, she gained the luxury of sometimes just getting to summon one for the purpose of whooping ass instead of solving the actual situation - which is still a lucky charm's REAL purpose - but that doesn't change the fact that you're supposed to listen to the Lucky Charm, not the Lucky Charm to you!

Under special circumstances like a final battle, sure, use additional ones to whoop ass. But you can't just switch out the problem solving Charm with a purely ass whooping one which is what Marinette did here in "Werepapas". It's fine when you do that in an extremely dire situation, but a normal akuma battle is no dire situation. Especially not when the only real stakes there are is being reckless with Adrien's amoks!

She's supposed to use whatever she gets and that'll lead her to the right solution. Not going through a whole line of Lucky Charms until she gets one where she finally likes the first thought she gets from it because of how little it challenges her self-preservation (makes you wonder if having unlimited Lucky Charms now isnt the worst thing that ever happened to her. Now she can just ignore whole Lucky Charms until she finally gets one that tells her something closer to what she wants to hear instead of listening to the CHARM)

Let's take a look at her 6 Lucky Charms:

From my recollection (so correct me if I'm wrong), while the teapot sometimes shows up here and there as filler Charms it was firmly established and used several times as a visual cue for Marinette to go to Master Fu.

Obviously, she can't do that anymore, but she has Alya as co-guardian, Luka who was trained by Su-Han, and even Su-Han himself as Celestial Guardian who now does whatever she wants.

In a situation where Adrien's amoks are the akuma object, it's a pretty logical thing to happen that her first Lucky Charm tells her to get Guaridan-related help. She has the option, all the needed support, and all the resources, but doesn't use it because it wouldn't be nice having to face the baggage that could come with it.

And even if you wanna say "She didn't get help because she didn't wanted the new Butterfly to possibly find out that Adrien is a Sentibeing!" Then that excuse still falls flat because obviously Adrien's LIFE is supposed to be more important than preventing that secret from coming out. The secret has no value if Adrien is DEAD.

Afterwards she gets a fan and this obviously could VERY likely mean that she's supposed to get Felix involved because he's the Miraculous holder of the Peacock. And by "VERY likely" I mean "I doubt there is a likely chance that it ISNT a hint to get Felix".

I won't even elaborate on this further. Her second Lucky Charm tried telling her to get Felix when Adrien's amoks were on the line and she ignored it. It is what it is.

For the third and fifth ones, I personally don't know what they could mean because I already struggle recognizing what exactly they are supposed to be. Though, they do have recognizable shapes. I bet other people could look at them and know where they've seen these objects before in the show.

Then right between these two, the fourth Charm Marinette summons is an unicycle (that for some reason isn't polkadotted, but screw it)

An unicycle like she summoned back in season 2 "Sabotis", the episode in which Alya became Rena Rouge for the first time. Meaning this one pointed to getting Rena's help.

For me, this is one of the most interesting ones regarding Marinette's feelings of not wanting to face the Lucky Charm's solution to instead protect all her secrets. But if anything, I would want to give it its own post and not half-ass it here. Cause there are a lot of layers to this one.

And, of course, the last one: the scarf. It's alongside the fan the one for which the fandom does casually acknowledge the symbolism of it being a call back to 1x01 "The Bubbler" where Marinette now infamously made the decision to let Adrien believe that it was his father who made the scarf for him - and not her - because of how happy it made Adrien that his father finally "cared":

I don't think I need to explain why it makes sense that this is the one s6 Marinette cherry-picks to finally work with. The poor scarf has been made into the symbol of Marinette wanting to keep pretty much everything about Adrien's family a secret from him. Including him being a Sentibeing. I miss the good old days when we dreamed of the scarf being set-up to become the catalyst for Adrien to write off his father as a useless deadbeat who isnt worth his time and love.

So, unfortunately, of course this is the one she goes with now. Even if it means taking the risk to kill Adrien. Anything to keep the secrets save and lies unnoticed. How tf did we GET here?

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ik this blog is in a bit of a lull rn, so no pressure on answering, but I've perused thru most of the posts on worldbuilding for ssg and I didn't see this question asked: one of the main traits of humans that let us become the dominant sentient species is our opposable thumbs. ponies don't have those! and yes, unicorns can control and move things with magic but thats a difficult process to learn and not readily available to everyone. most worldbuilding I see for MLP tends to leave this question ambiguous behind the veil of cartoon logic. what are your thoughts? how do ponies maintain technological advancements and perform everyday tasks despite only being able to hold things with their mouths or (in some cases) horns? and what of writing and art?

Horses have extremely dexterous lips for ripping up grass. So they use their mouths WAY more than they do in the show. Fine motor skills are all done with the lips and teeth.

For bigger tasks, many earth ponies have horseshoes made of ferrous metal, and have magnets on items they need to interact with. Tea pots with magnetic handles, but the handles look like big disks for the shoe to fit in.

In the show, all these things are human-shaped for familiarity (and because designing for hoofed apex species is a lot of work). But in my world, things like door handles, light switches, buckets, sewing machines, typewriters, and such are all converted to large-surface hoof levers, mouth pull-strings, pressure plates, tooth-grips, etc

Here's a look at an environment that is built for someone with hooves and mouth rather than hands.

See how he doesn't struggle to operate human-centric machinery?

Meanwhile, creatures with hands will struggle in ponyville, when presented with something that is meant only to be bitten to operate.

Likewise, areas with mostly-unicorn populations have doors, buildings, devices, utensils, bookshelves, food, and everything else built for form rather than function, since they don't need to use their hooves and mouths for anything. Think a teapot with no handles at all. Nothing on the back, and nothing on the lid either except embellishments. No post that sticks up for hands or mouths to grab, just fancy markings. Unicorns can just lift that smooth lid out of the way and telekinetically hold the pot under the water. For this reason, isolated unicorns are often shocked and horrified to see ponies and pegasus use their hooves and mouths. A unicorn with a broken horn would be able to function in a pony world just fine, but is severely disabled in unicorn-only society. Though, they would still struggle when faces with devices that require horse-teeth, since unicorns, being deer, lack upper front teeth. Their hard dental pad is useful, but it is more delicate than teeth and can be injured by using pony devices.

Pegasus settlements use their mouths and hooves too, but have additional devices and adaptions mean to be operated with their wings. They have a highly developed alula, which is is the free-moving digit at the wrist of the wings.

A pegasus can grab and move things with it, but it's not as deft as their cloven hooves and prehensile dewclaws.

This is especially helpful since pegasus mouths are made of a lot of hardened cartilage with feathery skin over it. This helps them preen their feathers, but lowers dexterity.

Thankfully, most areas of Equestria have been adapted to all three species. Places of business, housing, devices, and commerce have pullies, hoofpads, soft mouth-grips, and such. Unicorns learn to use their bodies to operate things, or they train themselves to press the right area with magic to get results.

Twilight's school of friendship is the most inclusively-built area os equestria, with desks, writing utensils, and classrooms fit for a variety of hooves, hands, claws, mouths, and more. This breaks down a major barrier than has kept pony and non-pony creatures apart from each other. Hopefully the rest of equestria follows in her hoofsteps.

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Can I request a bit of Riddle fluff? It's ofc up to u but I just would LOVE to see a bit of touch starved Riddle and touchy reader....... Perhaps a part where the reader plays w/ his hair? Ty for reading I'm sorry I'll go now

EEEEEE dude come back!!!

Riddle is so needy and touchstarved that it’s a little sad, but mostly cute! His vibrant blush and sweaty palms are the perfect picture of teenage nerves, and you’re here to show him the benefits of “puppy love”. No matter how much he whines you’ll always be hanging off his shoulder or holding his hand. At least he doesn’t have to worry about competition <3

Touchstarved!Riddle that has the worst sleep without you :( It’s all your fault, ruining his perfect schedule.. you’ve trained him! Once he realizes where his insomnia comes from, Riddle insists on sleeping in separate beds for the time being. He feels so clingy when his “exposure therapy” doesn’t work- He isn’t able to tough it out with any sleepy time teas either, but it just vanishes when you’re at his side. He needs you. Please, come back to bed,,

Touchstarved!Riddle is addicted to the love you give him, (even if your affection is too public) he’d be scandalized if anyone else did the things you do! Plenty of his students try their hand at PDA, but are collared very quickly. When Trey points out that even he was kissing you (chastely!) on Valentine’s Day he’s thrown into a spiral. Is he some kind of rulebreaker? Riddle’s only respite is your fingers in his hair, and you can’t help but giggle at the irony

Touchstarved!Riddle is a super weird concept to all your friends. Stuck-up, Victorian wannabe Riddle? That one? They don’t even have a concept of how “touch poor” he is! But they don’t have to, that side is only for your eyes. And hands?

Ugh! the short fused, deprived, teapot tyrant is your world. Nobody else compares! Not even he knows just how sweet he is. All Riddle knows now is you. He burns for you- obsessive with your “indecent” kissing, and touching.. and kissing! You’re his first and only true love, so he won’t ever let you leave. He’ll dedicate himself wholly to your warmth, just promise you’ll stay <3