#zibeth-a

[zibethrose]

The universe is forced to give you a reality check because of your obstinate refusal to be brave and deal with the truths of your circumstances. Letting go what no longer serves you should be a priority for you, in order to usher in new possibilities for your life. Pull your head out of the proverbial sand and stop labouring under falsehoods. 

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[reallypheelingit]

here’s a little drawing of Zibeth, a crafty young fae who lives in the swamp with her outlaw moms and is training to be a healer!

[dire-vulture]

i posted about bristle and whistle fairly recently and mentioned the family, but i thought it’d be fun to just make a post showing everyone!

the most extensive family in Florabrisa not connected to my founders haha

So here we have, Dardo and her wife Uluru, and their adoptive daughters Camelopardalis and Zibeth!

Then we have Dardo’s nephews, Crystalspirit and twins Bristle, and Whistle! I think Crystalspirit is the twins’ half-brother but not totally set there haha. (and probably never will be since it doesn’t really matter tbh)

and they’re not really in the family tree right now, but i also threw in Brightsoul who is good friends with Crystalspirit (and Crys is totally crushing hard on him..they might be together some day :O ) and Whistle’s new bf Anidina!

[gnomepng]

anyway here's my trollsona that wasn't at first but then she became my babe!!

fun facts not in her about

- anxious and very aware of inevabity

- loves bright colors

- land of hourglasses and colors

- probably dies a lot in game

- has low level psiionic like powers (emotion (usually guilt) reading, weak levitation), but relies on physically strength for fighting

[lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently]

(becuase I can) zechin zenana zendos zenith zephyr zeroed zeroes zeroth zested zester zeugma zibeth zibets zigged zigzag zillah zinced zincic zincky zincos zinebs

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[cheshiresense]

Ok so, I was reading and super enjoying your hunger!verse Tsuna thingy and I was forced afterword to go seek out more arcobaleno fic (FORCED. Pshhh). Annnnyway I did and now I'm desperately curious if we'll be seeing more of it? Maybe the first time Fon sees Tsuna eat? Will we ever find out how hard Lal Mirch smacks the Sawada Idiot? Where is Skull in all this? So curious! Anyway! Love your fic! Even when you're dragging me kicking and screaming into new fandoms:D

I’m not getting any Skull-writing-motivation atm, and Iemitsu is always a headache to write, even when he’s getting rightfully smacked. So I’ll just do a very short blurb of Fon&Tsuna interactions.

OMFG TUMBLR WHY DID YOU GET RID OF HORIZONTAL LINES-

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The first time Fon witnesses it, he’s torn between a morbid sort of fascination and a revolted sense of trepidation.

“You don’t have to be here,” Tsuna tells him, not for the first time, as Viper goes to check them in and Reborn leaves to make sure there’s no one with so much as an unpaid parking ticket to their name within five miles of the hotel they’ll be staying in.

It still surprises Fon, a little, even after two months in their company, which is actually one month more than they’ve ever willingly spent with each other. But even back before they realized the kind of woman Luce really was, not even Reborn was as protective of her as he is of Tsuna. Or maybe it’s just a different kind of protective. Where there was always a respectful distance between themselves and Luce, no matter how kindly she treated them, there’s none of that between Reborn - and Viper - and Tsuna.

That’s not to say they don’t respect him of course– in a rare moment of quiet honesty when Tsuna had fallen ill - again - with a mild fever, Viper had confessed to Fon that their new Sky was a kind of strong that still utterly baffled them as much as it was worthy of their admiration as well. And Reborn hadn’t slept a wink until Tsuna got better.

But Tsuna lets them close in a way Luce never could’ve, guards their health and wellbeing in a way Luce never had, and in return, it’s easy to see how Reborn and Viper consider him beloved and friend and Sky and boss, in exactly that order too.

Devotion. That was what they lacked when it came to Luce. That was what Luce could never quite earn from them, even before they learned the terrible truth, even from Reborn. She had gathered them and charmed them and earned their trust, but she had never been able to inspire the steadfast instinctual dedication that both Reborn and Viper show Tsuna these days, so in tune with the boy that even the way they move somehow seems in tune with each other, like… well, exactly like elements woven in with their sky.

And maybe that’s why Fon assures, also not for the first time, “I understand, Tsunayoshi-kun, but so long as you do not object, I would like to stay.”

He’s self-aware enough to know where this is going, that it’s only a matter of time for him too– one of these days, he’ll have enough courage to offer his own Flames as well, it’s on the tip of his tongue already, and even the echo of remembered agony and instinctual fear isn’t going to stop him.

And considering it’s only been a little over two months since he first met Tsunayoshi, well, even Luce hadn’t tamed them all as quickly.

(Fon worries about that sometimes. It’s not natural, is it? To care about someone so fiercely, so fast. But it actually helps that Tsunayoshi’s fought him just about every step of the way; he’s a Sky who so obviously cares, and so even if it makes Fon a little uneasy, he’s also equally determined to return that care. He can’t be a Storm to a Sky - doesn’t deserve to be a Storm to a Sky, especially this Sky - if the bond between them doesn’t go both ways.)

It’s… not as terrible as Fon thought it would be, once they’re shut away in the top-floor suite and Tsuna’s lips are dyed with yellow and indigo. He looks healthier in this moment than Fon has ever seen him, cheeks less hollow, bones less brittle, skin flushed with a healthier colour. Fon pays close attention to the entire process despite some part of him screaming at him to back out of the room, and so he also notices the way neither Reborn nor Viper show any signs of hesitation or pain when they draw out their own Flames and feed them to Tsuna.

“You should eat a bit more,” Viper huffs, shoving more indigo fire at their Sky when he tries to protest. “If you insist on going days without a proper meal, at least eat your fill when we do this.”

Reborn just stares Tsuna down until the boy sighs and accepts more of the handfuls of Flames the hitman is holding out.

Later, when it’s Fon’s turn to walk Tsuna to school (they’ve worked out a schedule, just to give each of them a bit of time alone with their Sky, although it took almost two months before Reborn and Viper - with Tsuna insisting - grudgingly agreed to add Fon to the rotation), he remarks, “It does not seem to hurt them, or otherwise affect them negatively.”

Tsuna doesn’t bother playing dumb. Everything about him droops for a moment instead. “…Maybe not. I mean it definitely did at first, and I don’t know if it’s just because they’ve gotten used to it, they said it wasn’t that and I don’t think they were lying to make me feel better but…”

He shakes his head and glances away, and for a moment, it doesn’t seem like he’ll continue his train of thought. But Fon waits patiently and is rewarded a few minutes later by a near-inaudible, “I just don’t like it. They’re literally sustaining me with their souls. And all I do is… take that from them. But what do I give them?”

Ah. So that’s the crux of the problem.

Well, Fon supposes it’s not so much of a surprise, for this boy. It’s a good thing then, that Fon knows the answer already.

“You give them a home,” He says, steadily, honestly, and something in his chest floods with a warmth that tethers him to the Sky beside him. Judging by the way Tsuna’s eyes widen and his hand jumps to his chest, Fon’s not the only one who can feel the creation of their bond.

“You give us a home,” He continues. “A place to belong, something to hold us together when we would otherwise be adrift in the world. Perhaps that does not sound especially important to you, but for us who have lived for decades with no one to care about and no one who might care about us, a Sky like you is… everything.”

Tsuna does not reply for a long moment. They’re entering through the school gates when he finally speaks again, and even then, it’s a succinct answer, less question and more dawning realization. “You guys were alone. And lonely.”

Fon smiles wryly and thinks of how even with every alarm bell ringing in his head, he still hopped on the first flight to Japan after hearing about a Sky who might actually be a proper Sky. Thinks too of how Reborn approached first even though he’d arguably been burned worst, and Viper who had long decided that trust was for fools and yet had still so desperately wanted someone to be worthy of their trust.

“We were,” Fon admits in a way he knows Reborn and Viper - even to Tsuna - would be hard-pressed to do. “And sometimes, being alone is the worst thing anyone can experience.”

Tsuna nods a little as he changes his shoes. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”

-0-

After that, Tsuna is still firm about only eating their Flames once every few days, but he eases up on the protests, and when Fon offers his own Flames up the next time, Tsuna grimaces but also nods slowly without arguing. Reborn and Viper both give Fon suspicious side-eyes but since this works in their favour too, neither of them bring it up.

On his part, Fon feels the same instinctual fear swell up inside him, but he looks at Tsuna, his Sky, and his resolve is infinitely stronger. The core of his Storm Flames flare bright and fierce, and when Fon gathers a piece of it and breaks it off from the rest, there is only a brief spark of pain, like a hard pinch, and then he’s breathing easy again, and his hands burn with the wild pulse of his life-fire.

When Tsuna accepts it with reverent hands, and the red twines with Reborn’s yellow and Viper’s indigo as their Sky eats, something in Fon sits back, satisfied, and the newly forged Guardian bond inside him strengthens.

-0-

The very next morning, Fon wakes to a crash and Reborn very uncharacteristically shouting, “What the fuck-”

Fon’s barging into Tsuna’s room with a Viper who hasn’t even remembered to grab their cloak on his heels before it actually registers, and even then, it’s only because - for the first time since he was still a student at his first master’s dojo - he literally trips over his own feet.

He sits up and stares. Viper’s deathly silent behind him, and even Reborn’s fallen quiet from where he’s half-leaning against the nightstand. His hammock is ripped down the middle and hangs limply from the ceiling. Tsuna stares at all three of them from his bed, wide-eyed and stunned.

Fon looks at Reborn, whose ass is on the floor but whose head levels with the bedside table. He twists to look at Viper, who’s forgotten to float and is standing and... now seems to be about Tsuna’s height.

And then he looks down at himself, at hands that are no longer the tiny ones of his toddler self, at longer limbs that feel clumsily awkward and a heavier body that takes up more space than he’s used to. He’s nowhere near the size of his adult self, but he’s definitely now almost three times the size he was when he went to bed last night.

Reborn had the right of it.

What the fuck.

[hyllaarellano]

concept: annabeth seeing zia for the first time & having a "oh shit i'm gay" realization

[divanquotes]

Salaberry, History of the Ottoman Empire v2, 1813

Page 22: In those stormy times the hall of the Divan was a shaky ground, where ministers of the empire only set for in fear. Attempt, as intrepid in his master’s palace as on the field of battle, entered it with his usual confidence the very day after Roxelane had pronounced his death sentence. “The sultan wants you to die instantly,” said a chiaoux. Attempt look and listen without moving: “I will die,” he answered coldly.

Page 91: The conqueror of Sinan-Pacha, a slave to the Sultans, felt that freedom was appropriate only to the people he had just subjugated. In despotism, he threw out those enduring convictions of a self-governing free state, which still exists today. To complement this extraordinary thought, these republican laws were passed unopposed by the divan of Constantinople, and sanctions by Selim.

Page 100: As early as 1576, the same credulity led him to wage the Persian war, which he pursued for twelve years. He began it on the faith of an man who came to assure him that, during his sleep, he had seen on the door of the Divan, this inscription: “Amurath, conqueror of Persia.” In vain did Mehemed say that this war, always renewed, had always been fatal to the Empire. The old Mehemed did not have, under Amurath, the credit that he had enjoyed under Soliman and under Selim. The sultan, like all weak princes, feared to appear to be governed; if it had been the pashas who formed the Divan, the Empire would have lost nothing in glory or in power. The elderly Mehemed, Piali, Mustapha and Sinan, the conquerors of Zibeth, Gerbes, Cyprus and Tunis, wanted to inspire their master only with great designs and vigorous resolutions.

Page 103: He had just perished, on a divan, murdered by a spahi. The circumstances of this murder must be collected by the historian, since they know the protector which merinos to the oppressed within Ottoman despotism, and what a spirit of justice often directs the sultans.

Page 193: The Caymacan had persuaded the stupid Sultan to leave Constantinople, and had held him for five days at a hunting party. The janissaries returned in crowds to the city; the mufti consecrated by a fete the deposition of Mustapha; the defterdar publicly accused the Sultan of having dissipated immense sums for the last three months of his reign; the Kislar-aga, administrator of the wacoufs, declared that he had diverted the revenues of the mosque, which can only be taken during the wars of religion; the janissaries, the spahis, and the entire military joined forces, tumutuously demanding one of Achmet’s sons as emperor. Prince Othman, twelve years old, appeared among the people. Already he had girded the imperial scimitar in the mosque of Ejuh; he had already received in the hazed the homage of the seraglio and the Divan; Mustapha had not yet heard of the return of the soldiers, nor the revolution wrought in Constantinople. A detachment of Palus was sent to meet him. No one defended him; and he himself made no resistance. Content to see no one was blocking his path, he allowed himself to be ld into one of the towers of the seraglio, where he vegetated stupidly as he had lived on the throne. His reign was only a four-month dream, and Mustapha seemed forgotten the very next day.

Page 195: Opinions were divided in the Divan as to the question of which enemies could be attacked. On the one hand, the Cossacks of Borysthenes, subjects of the crown of Poland, infested the Black Sea, in retaliation for the incursions made, as far as Podolia, by the Tartars of Crimea. They had just beaten Memin Pasha, sent to repress their insults; they had forced the Ottoman galleys to flee; their boats had come to plunder the villages located along the coast of Romelie; they had thrown terror into Constantinople. 

Page 221: The ephemeral successor of Daoud-Pacha was an old white eunuch named Mehemed Jorjy. The caprice of the soldiery did not last long. Cussein was recalled by her; his gold moved all these secret springs to the profit of his ambition, but the Valid Sultana, who did not like this minister, sent the seals of the empire to Calil, Pacha of the sea, who by piety or terror, meditating to become a dervish, refused the dangerous honor which was offered to him in such difficult moments. All the other Viziers also resisted it; the seal of the Empire was sent three times from the Divan to the seraglio, and from the seraglio to the Divan. The necessity or the fear of irritating the soldiers made him fall back into Cussein’s hands.

Page 390: This rapid succession of viziers, under a prince entirely null, did not change anything about the politics of the Divan; he was influenced by the advice and money of France; and the state of war continued without the belligerent powers being removed from making peace. But they did not agree on the main point.

[soclaimon]

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[zibethrose]

You are the orchestrator of your life, nobody but you have the power to decide how you are going to live your life. It is your decisions that ultimately shapes your life. Know this and make wise decisions and choices to affect beneficial changes into your life.

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[zibethrose]

Deconstruction allows you to see the blind spots marring your belief system. Your beliefs dictate the way you move through the world. Peeling back the layers of Self allow yourself to explore your value system and demands total self-honesty in order to find the untainted truths.

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[zibethrose]

Love is foundational to your very existence and thus rooting yourself in love is turning back to Source. Love informs your very existence allowing you to find your strength in love so that the happenings on your earthly sojourn will not break you nor imbitter you, but instead elevate you, connecting you with the sacred within you. Choosing to find your strength in love will transform you; gifting you with the assurance that you are enough and that you will be OK, no matter the circumstances life situates you in.

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[zibethrose]

Recognize that your thoughts wire your reality, therefore it is imperative to shift through these handed down beliefs to make sure it resonates with your inner truth, your soul. Ridding yourself of all the inherited beliefs, everything that did not originate from your own experience, is freeing yourself from mediocrity. Deconstruct yourself and revel in your truth by aligning with the guidance of your heartsoul.

Your beliefs essentially help you to journey through life. If your LifeView is faulty, it is going to steer you in the wrong direction. Furthermore, it may impact your relationships and overall behaviour in a detrimental manner. Your beliefs must sync with your higher self, your true self. Beliefs that are contrary to your inner truth obscures your true self from taking the reins. Transformation demands deconstruction and reconstruction in order to aid your personal evolvement to realize your destiny.  

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