#{{ SORRY I WENT OVERBOARD A BIT

[a-most-beloved-fool]

For the ask prompt game...

Spirk #17 to distract

"Report," Kirk ordered. The word buzzed low against Spock's ear, quiet and audibly tense.

"Less than two minutes until they reach our location, Captain," Spock replied promptly. "Commander Scott will need at least another eight before the transporter is operable again." His voice was equally hush, despite their perceived solitude. He had seen carelessness take far too many lives during his time in Starfleet; he would not allow it to take his captain as well - and, illogically, Spock could not quite dispense of the phantom sensation of eyes on the back of his neck.

"We'll need to bluff it," Kirk decided, looking grim.

His gaze was strangely intense against Spock, full of rioting emotion, and, almost, Spock wished to look away. He did not. Instead, he nodded, holding steady eye contact.

The odds, Spock knew, that Kirk's gambit - whatever it may be - would succeed were... poor. The guards had, after all, seen their faces. But Kirk would keep fighting right until the bitter end, and Spock, of course, would be right beside him.

Solemn, he vowed, "I shall follow your lead," though he knew Kirk would not have doubted it. Still, the unnecessary words were well worth the way the tension around Kirk's eyes melted away, the somber set of his mouth slipping instead into a golden-edged smile.

Almost wonderingly, a soft chuckle fell from those lips, incongruous in their surroundings and entirely treasured. "What would I do without you?" Kirk asked, reaching up to exert gentle pressure on Spock's bicep.

I pray you never need find out, Spock made to say, getting only so far as drawing in breath before the sound of distant footsteps drew them both from their quiet moment, snuffing the words before they could take shape. "Eighteen seconds," he said instead, after rapidly adjusting his calculations. Faster than anticipated.

Kirk nodded, some unreadable emotion hiding in the soft crease between his brows.

"Forgive me, Mr. Spock," Kirk said softly, and Spock did not have time to question what he meant before Kirk was pulling him down by his shirt, dragging their lips together with great urgency.

Quite suddenly, Spock found that his mind was entirely blank. Strange heat flickered through his whole form, and his universe narrowed to only Kirk, all soft and human-warm, who was pressed flush to his chest and kissing him.

One, then two seconds stuttered by in which Spock thought no thoughts at all, struck utterly motionless in the face of such unexpected attentions. He only felt, swept away by the sensation of pliant lips against his own and warm fingers stroking through his hair, gently mussing.

The very first thought to break to the surface was simply, Jim. A wave of emotion flooded in with it, astonishment and affection sweeping over him in such quantities that he felt nearly lightheaded.

The second was, We will be caught, and Spock jolted as something near to panic rose up inside his gullet, urging him to take Jim into his arms and run.

The third, however, was not his own; it was pressed into his katra from the outside by Jim's careful fingers, his clever mind slipping easily past Spock's shields. Play along, he said, projecting deliberate calm through their connection. Still, Jim was unpracticed in telepathic arts, and beneath that false serenity Spock could feel a tangle of guilt and determination, bitter and writhing.

The truth came to Spock in one fell swoop.

Jim's gambit... was this.

His lips and his hands, which pressed themselves so tenderly to Spock's skin, were not for him.

It was not love which had drawn his captain into his arms, but mere utility. Jim had realized what Spock had not: though they could not hide themselves, they could, perhaps, distract from themselves.

Two men attempting to look inconspicuous would only draw suspicion. Two men locked in a romantic embrace, however, may be overlooked - or even deliberately ignored. Few were comfortable with looking closely at the private passions of strangers, and fewer still would see reason to. Those searching for them, Spock hoped, would not. There would be no logic in halting an escape attempt solely for a kiss, after all.

Therefore, in order to escape unnoticed, they must be convincing.

They must seem, to any observers, to be completely and entirely immersed in one another, with no care for anything going on in their surroundings, and no fear of discovery.

Two lives, purchased with a kiss.

It was entirely logical, then, for Spock to part his lips, inviting Jim's tongue to dip inside of the wet cave of his mouth and meeting it with his own. If a groan rumbled deep within his chest, it could surely only help their cause; there was no need to swallow it down.

This disguise would, Spock observed as Jim's tongue flicked gently at his mouth, be far easier to maintain than it had any right to be.

It was a terribly simple matter for a man in love to behave as though he were a man in love.

The difficult part, then, would be remembering that it was a ruse. Already, heat bubbled deep within Spock, aching want suffusing his every neuron. Every faint brush of flesh sent golden tendrils of telepathic energy sparking across his skin, and it was all Spock could manage to hold himself back from pressing hungry fingers to Jim's meldpoints and sinking into that wonderfully enticing mind.

Instead, Spock slipped a hand beneath the hem of Jim's shirt, rucking up the cloth until he was tracing patterns across a smooth expanse of golden skin. He flexed his hand, allowing his nails to scratch carefully along Jim's spine, and did not permit himself to consider reaching upwards, to Jim's face - or worse: downwards, beyond the waistband of his pants.

He wondered if Jim would have chosen this, had he known how very much Spock wanted.

Perhaps it was selfish of Spock to allow it.

Still, he could not force himself away - not when Jim's life was at stake. The kiss was his lifeline, and so the kiss must remain.

The touch of their minds, however, did nothing to aid Jim. It was solely for Spock's benefit, taken from Jim without his knowledge or intent.

That, Spock could end.

If Jim was to unknowingly place himself into the hands of someone who wanted more than he would wish to give, then Spock would take it upon himself to be his protector - even if the one he must protect against was himself.

And so, Spock opened himself to every offered touch, and girded his mind against every stray thought, until not a single wisp of golden energy could find its way past his defenses.

When Jim's thigh nudged its way between Spock's legs, Spock spread his stance wider, allowing him to press closer, and did not let himself feel. His hands grasped and squeezed at the soft flesh beneath them, drawing quiet gasps from a pink-flushed throat, and no pleasant hum buzzed against his fingertips, carrying with it the flavor of human emotion. Jim nipped at his lips and pet at his hair, and Spock pressed every scrap of yearning deep down within himself to where they couldn't emerge.

Eyes closed and spirit aching, Spock kissed him.

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from this ask game

[typing-catastrophe]

I have been so cooked for this man lately that I need to talk about him— I genuinely think that with a ADHD/autism/AuDHD partner Ford takes notes on your stims and quirks, even before any serious relationship. Just little things like “waves hands when excited :)” and “prefers baggy sweaters” just like a little way of understanding you better 🥺💖

yesss definitely! as an AuDHDer who stims a lot myself, this is everything!! jfskhfshsk

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"Aaaahhhhh oh myy-" the rest of what you were saying was incomprehensible because the words slurred together in an excited squeal. A gleeful expression upon your face, you waved and shook your hands in front of your body, then pressed them over your mouth, to stifle another squeal.

Ford smiled to himself as he watched you from the other side of the room, where he propped his notebook open to scribble something down.

"Heeyyyyy Grunkle Ford, watcha got there?" Mabel's voice rang out right beside him.

He snapped the book shut and whipped his head around.

"Mabel!"

"Waves hands when excited." she cited what she had just read, "Were you talking about-"

"No, I was certainly not!" Ford said, while his cheeks started to turn a deep red colour.

"Are you suuuure? Because to me it looks like you diiiid." she said, a cheeky grin on her face and dragging some of the vowels.

"You are mistaken, dear child. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." he excused himself and stood up, holding the notebook close to him.

Without letting her get another word in, he moved past her and made his way into his study.

There, he propped open the notebook to the page he'd just added a new note onto.

- likes to hum when no one is around - seems to prefer more loose fitting clothes. possibly because the don't restrict movement as much - will subconsciously play and fidget with any jewellery they're wearing - sorts and eats their food in a particular order - would rather not eat at all than something not appealing - skin irritating clothing causes great discomfort. remove tags!! - wants to talk but holds back. encouraging them has positive effect - avoids eye contact but will look at faces when the person isn't looking at them - do not touch without warning and do not force contact! expressed great discomfort to me after being forced to physical contact by someone else - repeating phrases and noises (quite endearing) - easily startled by sudden and loud noises, as well as irritated by high pitched ones, almost too quiet to hear - shows behaviours similar to felines. has stated that they would be delighted to posses the ability to purr (he would be delighted too)

Ford smiled as he looked up and leaned back. He really hoped Mabel hadn't seen too much, otherwise she might figure out how interested in you he really was. And we wasn't sure if he was ready for that.

For now he would be very much content continuing to dreamily gaze over at you and notice all the little things, so he could understand you better.

Maybe one day he could work up the courage to ask you out.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

[ejga-ostja]

Date night

[blablabla798]

[royalarchivist]

Whether it's already the 1st or still the 31st for you, Happy New Year everyone!

I've updated the QSMP VOD Timestamp Archive to include a section for 2024 timestamps. It's wild to think I've done this for (nearly) a year.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Hello have Jay's eyes because I tried to draw them for a thing in chapter 1 of My Girl, My Girl, My Girl

Tried out a bit of a different style too, but I made his irises way too cool, like, those things have galaxies in them.

I was trying to make it look like he had a kinda dreamy sorta look to him? Cos, yeah, this started out meaning to be for chapter 1 of MGx3, like he's meant to be staring lovingly at Tim, but I'm pretty sure I failed at the "lovingly" part, y'know 💀 He just kinda looks a bit creepy?

Anyway

[sidneycarter]

heyyyy do u have any hcs for sullivan & sid /cartivan??? <3

oh anon..... i have MANY i will try and filter them down for u now

EVERYONE in kembleford knows about cartivan being a thing before cartivan know its a thing... its an Open Village Secret that the police inspector and Father Brown's semi-feral adopted son have massive silly crushes on each other

As a result, every time they have one of their little flirting sessions arguments/squaring up to each other moments everyone is just rolling their eyes silently in the background

When they inevitably get together its actually Sullivan that makes the first move - for unspecified reasons everyone got very drunk at the Red Lion and Sullivan just dumped all of his feelings straight out onto sid

the next day sid goes to the police cottage to "check that sullivan has survived the hangover" haha yeah of course that's why and sullivan is MORTIFIED but can't deny any of what he said and sid is like.... oh

to start with sid is doing most of the leading because he's *ahem* far more experienced in the art of romance and other things

but sullivan's confidence really grows in the time they're together and it turns out that behind that icy facade is a very sweet and soft man

sullivan is very big on the old school romance, slow dancing, hand holding etc so when he comes round to the idea that he can have a boyfriend that loves him he goes ALL OUT

sid plays it cool but deep down is still a little bit stunned that he's managed to pull sullivan. like sully is handsome, hes accomplished, he's actually kind of funny when you get to know him and sometimes sid feels a little bit behind in his country boy ways

sullivan however loves sid's semi feral tendencies (sometimes) and goes BRIGHT RED whenever sid teases him with wiggling eyebrows an makes comments about being sullivan's bit of rough

[captainseamech]

             There was aggressive knocking at Mayor Luskey’s door, almost breaking it and seemingly impatient too. It was way past midnight, clocking around 4am even, of course the man would be upset to be awaken from his sleep. Grabbing the toupée and wearing only the top part of his suit over his pajamas, the man headed outside his home, prepared to scream at whoever dared to wake him up in such a trivial hour...

             Only to find that the perpetrator of such ‘crime’ was none other than High Tide himself, standing just outside in road with thick steam billowing from the corners of his mouth. Oh, he was not happy, and the mayor very quickly realized that with a yelp and shrinking his shoulders as the green light of the mech’s optics beamed over his round figure.

             “O-Oh! I-It’s you! Uh, High Tide, right?” The man trembled in fear and forced his body to approach the fence surrounding his house, giving a nervous wave with an equally nervous chuckle. “To what do I owe you the—”

             “Don’t try to be buddy buddy with me now, Luskey.” High Tide quickly interrupted with a snarl, holding back the urge to be aggressive as much as he could. “I try to do my best to stay out of yer business and always fetch ya yer precious little yachts every time ye sink one. And what do I get in return? Well, ye should guarantee that Heatwave and the rest o the team doesn’t get in serious danger.”

             “Now I object to that!” Luskey pointed a finger at the mech, immediately regretting his action when a growl was heard. “I-I mean, yes I am aware of our deal and I’m doing just what we have discussed prior! You make sure my yachts are always in perfect condition when you retrieve them and I protect the Burns family with the bots too. All is good according to those terms, right?”

             “WRONG!” The sea mech practically roared in response, the steam now escaping from his shoulder and face pipes while getting even thicker. “Not only ye failed to ‘protect’ Heatwave like ye just implied, but ye brought inexperienced people to yer stupid fireworks show, which led to utter disaster!” The cluelesness of the mayor made High Tide disapprovingly click his glossa behind his dentae. “Ye have no idea of what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, do ya? Well, how about ye pay more attention to that stupid reporter instead of sleepin’ and take a look at this?!”

             Opening a temporary screen with the glass of his chest plate, High Tide repeated the broadcast given by Huxley and even dared to show Heatwave’s condition from his point of view. The mayor seemed uninterested and slightly concerned at first — of course he would — until the screen changed for a second time to showcase High Tide’s view of the situation, which made him show relief. “Oh thank goodness the pyrotechnics crew are okay and mostly unharmed!”

             Wrong set of words, buddy. Even his wife, who was spying them both from the door in her robes, quietly facepalmed at her husband’s sentence.

             “Oh really? So what you are sayin’ is that you’re not a little bit concerned about Heatwave’s safety and wouldn’t mind if he died as long as your little precious crew was alive and well?!” The man gesticulated as in an attempt to rephrase himself better, but the mech quickly cut that short. “Nah ah ah! Don’t try and lie to me, yer first impression already said everything that I needed to hear.”

             “Now ye listen ‘ere, ye scummy scallywag.” High Tide towered over the mayor and pointed a digit at him, his shadow practically taking over the scenario. “Ye may care less about the bots, but they try their best to make sure yer citizens are all alive and well, especially Heatwave as he’s always in the front lines guidin’ the team. Now thanks to yer lack of care, he’s temporarily out of commission, which means I will be snoopin’ in yer business whether ye like it or not.”

             There was a pause as High Tide leaned in dangerously close to the mayor, green hues ominously washing over the human as he trembled in fear while hugging his toupee for dear life. “And since I’m currently in charge, here’s what I have to say: Stop hiring hatchlings to take over dangerous situations like this one. Stop callin’ people ye don’t know from Maine to delay our efficiency with rescues. Maybe if ye stop spendin’ yer money on a new yacht or useless project that will endanger the whole island, none of this would’ve happened since ye would use that money to hire capable professionals. Am I clear?”

             Mayor Luskey gulped. “W-Well I—”

             “Am I clear, M̸a̶y̶o̴r̷ ̴L̷u̶s̸k̷e̴y̷?” He interrupted with static in his voice and a threatening snarl, causing the man to shriek in fear and quickly nodding his head multiple times. “Good. I expect ye to send a proper apology letter to Heatwave after tonight’s absolute catastrophe.” Getting up to his pedes, High Tide turned and went his path back to the firehouse, heavy pede falls following him through.

             What a way to start the year.

[hollownekomata]

❝ i'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, i'm there. i owe you one. ❞

a tender glimpse beneath the surface - [accepting] ᓚᘏᗢ

That was... unexpected. Considering how close things were to escalating just a few moments prior, they feared a much less benevolent reaction from him.

A wave of relief washes over Miele's bones and muscles, easing the tension that had built up between Yuji and the group of rookies that they were supposed to lead. Had the Arrancar taken one more minute to intercept their fellow shinigami's intentions, the outcome could have been quite unpredictable.

Luckily, Miele was able to reach them before things could escalate beyond repair, informing them that Yuji was not to be treated as a threat --though not without receiving sparse confused looks from their fellow soul reapers. Palms still shaky from the confrontation, they watch the rest of the squad depart to regroup further away as instructed, while they linger close to Yuji.

His thankful words catch them off guard, snapping them out of their agitated state. A small stutter betrays their attempt to pull themselves together.

"Naaa. N-Not sure I'd say you owe me when I couldn't even prevent this mess from happening. At least I was able to stop them before they could harm you, but still..."

Myele turns back to face their friend, following with a deep, apologetic bow.

"If you really feel like that... then please, if you can, forgive me and my recruits both."

"They're just doing what they've been taught, and as for me, I... I should have known better than letting them scatter around knowing you could be in the area."

[heirofdirk]

Here. Have the silly.

[juustozzi]

Once my friend needed name for Shawn's coffee shop in fanfiction

Finally i gave her idea for "Snowman from whipped cream"

Do you have any ideas how it may look? Or what they could serve there?

ooh that's a cute name!

I get the feeling the shop would be small but super cozy... like a warm spot in a cold winter night! warm lights, beige and blue colors, lots of cozy plush chairs and pillows and blankets. and mismatching tableware, mostly old recycled things for a bit of nostalgia!

and the menu would be homely and comforting and delicious!

instead of cramming text into the image, here's what I figured out: brewing in the Zero Japan tea pot, a creamy african rooibos with hints of vanilla and orange; a homemade-style pie from red apples, with cinnamon-y oat crumble and berries of the season; shop's signature coffee, a floral and fruity blend from Rwanda and Burundi; vanilla biscuit bites with chocolate chips, made from milk from a local farmer in Hokkaido; and a hot cocoa, dark and rich and the right amount of sweet with toppings of your choice.

[catgirljaneway]

For the character ask game: Kes + 1, 12, 20

Thank you so much for the ask!! (Ask game in question)

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Ok! So I'm a huge Kes fan, and I was initially drawn to her because she's got this little aura of joy, and you can't help but love her, which you can see in other character's interactions with her on the show. Any room she walks into instantly gets a little brighter and she's just so fundamentally kind and gentle and full of love.

So that's what initially drew me to her, but what hooked me, was that fact that the longer you watch, the more we learn about her, the more deeply strange she gets. We've got that fantastic scene in elogium where she eats all those fucking bugs with that deranged expression, and of course, my all time favorite, this one scene where the doctor tells Kes he has some autopsy reports for her to read because he knows she loves autopsies. This by the way, is NEVER brought up again which I think is a terrible loss, because what thing to say about a character and then never mention! What a fact!

So you've got this little elfish looking girl, who's still fundamentally kind and gentle, but now we also know "oh she's a bit of a freak!" and she's wicked smart, and then she learn, oh, she's got these terrifying powers at her core and actually she might not be as fundamentally gentle as we (the audience) or kes herself thought. And now Kes has to grapple with this, and she's still a deeply good and loving person at heart, but now she has to try a little harder to suppress these urges and that makes her fundamentally more interesting.

Also her relationships with Janeway and Tuvok and The Doctor all bring me so much joy. Janeway's love for her, and the way she smiles when Kes is around, the way she hugs her when she leaves just!! Rip me to pieces. And Tuvok's mentorship and quiet protection of her?? And that scene when the Doctor holds her in Twisted. Kes has 3 parents, and honestly all three of them think they're taking care of her, but they need her more than she needs them.

And what's kept me loving her, is in a way her missed potential. So much about Kes wasn't explored, so much was left unanswered, and getting to rotate her around in my head and think about all the things she could have been is so fun. I deeply wish she had been used more, because on paper she's such a fascinating, deeply weird character. And she was just starting to come into her own when we leave her. She's broken up with Neelix, she's making her own choices, and I want to imagine where that would have gone. (I have further thoughts on this, but this is already ridiculously long, so I will continue this in a different post)

Long story short, she's a lovable little weird girl, and I like weird little girls. She'd crawl around on all fours and make up weird stories at recess in fourth grade and I like that about her.

Also she reminds me of the "a little guy!" > "oh they're actually fucked up" meme.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Well I LOVE the art where people make her look a little more bug like. With weird pupils and antennae and such. I love that, I definitely headcanon her looking a bit creepier like that.

I also headcanon her as a lesbian. Her whole relationship with Neelix baffles me. I honestly LOVE them as friends, they're so great when they're just silly best friends, but I cannot stand them as a couple. She's a gay girlie.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

SEVEN!! Seven!!! GAH! The missed potential! Pretty much a weirdgirls club with Seven, B'elanna, and Kes. Kes would have been the perfect person to help Seven reintegrate into society, because she's patient and kind, and she'd get a huge kick out of Seven's deadpan humor. I mean, the EMH is her best friend, she's very good at dealing with people who others consider hard to get along with.

Kes wouldn't make Seven feel bad about the way she is, or try to pressure her to conform to what she wants from Seven. She'd take her how she was and love her for her whole being, not for what she could be. Also Seven would be Kes's scary dog ❤️ Because people meet Kes and think she's an easy target or a pushover (even though she could probably obliterate anyone if she so felt like it) but then Seven is standing behind her looking menacing and they hurry away as quick as they can, completely unaware they were scared of the wrong blonde.

[that-hawke-woman]

@geracht from here

She bites her tongue through the rest of his procedure, chastizing herself for interrupting something so delicate with her puerile chatter. To have anything slip was bad enough, but for it to be so childish and wan a remark? So much the worse. Of course, you can't do the things he does, you stupid girl.

Ana is, at best, a lucky shot with terrible timing and worse fortunes (aside from those explicitly material fortunes, in which case she is still getting used to those - thank you very much). Her companion, on the other hand, is an extremely powerful mage who seemingly performs miracles at will. She's witnessing one right now, in fact. True, his miracles aren't pretty, they aren't flowers and sweet drops, and may only amount to days for some. Those days, however, can be just as precious, if not more so, than any Word From on High.

Perhaps the true miracle, Ana thinks, as the hazy lazuline tendrils of Anders' magic vaporize into nothingness and he seems to sink back into his own body, is that this man lying on the table was able to receive any treatment at all. Yes, perhaps the true miracle isn't in Anders's magic at all, maybe it's his heart.

The thought brings a warm smile to her face as the patient leaves. She waves, knowing he won't see; he is too busy marveling at his own existence for vague pleasantries or to shower most deserved praise on his savior. No matter, Ana is only too happy to pick up the slack.

While Anders moves away to begin cleansing, Ana starts to pick things up. She doesn't clean, won't even try anymore. He's too particular about that and much better at it besides.

Hawke listens to him speak, extolling some virtue or another until she's not quite sure if he's trying to make her feel better (needless) or trying to make himself look worse (ridiculous). Either way, it's not working, because the fact remains: these miracles are not hers, the name whispered with reverence and gratitude in dark corners of forgotten streets is not "Hawke". No kind of body count, no matter if it were in the thousands or hundreds of thousands would change that.

"Trust me, Anders," Hawke starts, a wry smile lifting her lips, "any rooting I might do is best done from the sidelines and for someone with the skills. I stitched up a doll of Bethie's once; you do not want me stitching up anyone's skin." That poor doll, her poor sister. Ana hadn't meant to scar anyone, except maybe her own fingers with the needle, but alas.

"If it's a comparison you're after, however, all you need do is watch that man for a while," Hawke tosses a wad of bandages in a basket to be boiled and points in the direction the freely breathing man had disappeared in, "and you'll see you're right. It cannot compare at all."

Suddenly serious, Ana stops and makes sure that she has his eyes before continuing, "The people up there know my name, Anders, but that doesn't mean they need you any less. They like me, they don't need me." Hawke lets the words hang in the air before picking back up with a carefree shrug, "I'd rather have them know my name, frankly, if it keeps you from getting picked up. Hmm?"

[themadwomanherself]

Explaining Headcanons from "I'm Here All Alone (And I'm Not Read to Face It)" + Fun Facts!

A brief pause on my headcanon series for the Tsugikuni twins so I can explain a few things.

It's still going to be headcanons regarding Michikatsu and Yoriichi. But these specific ones are to address some things mentioned in my one-shot "I'm Here All Alone (And I'm Not Ready to Face It)".

Along with some fun explanations on things. I'm in the mood for sharing fun facts.

With that, let me start.

At the start of the short, Michikatsu tells Yoriichi he understood what fate had intended for him, that he was always meant to die "that day".

What I was referencing was Michikatsu believing he was the one meant to be killed by their father the day they were born.

I semi-headcanon that Michikatsu believes he was never meant to live. He had either eventually developed this idea independently or because of his father's words.

I say semi-headcanon, because I've seen others write something similar or drawn comics with similar ideas.

Moving on.

The mention of something holding Yoriichi back from trying to stop Michikatsu from falling into hell is describing three people.

In order as they appear in the story, they are Uta, Akeno, and Amaterasu respectively.

Next.

Each section dealing with Michikatsu in hell is referencing one of the Eight Hot hells (Naraka) in Buddhism. The ones described in the story were; Sañjīva (the Reviving Naraka), Kālasūtra (the Black Thread Naraka), and Avīci (the Uninterrupted Naraka). His moment of infinite falling is a reference to the fact that those who end up in Avīci are said to fall headfirst for 2000 years before they end up in there.

Next, let's talk about the scenes where Michi was called "Tsukiyo-kun".

The name is taken from a variation sometimes used for Tsukuyomi, the Kami of the Moon.

The punishers of the Burning hells and the bodhisattva, specifically Jizō (who is said to be a watcher of the hells and refuses to become a Buddha until all the hells are empty), call Michikatsu this name/title because he is Kami touched (aka, blessed by Tsukuyomi) which, as I have noted, is a headcanon of mine.

The name/title is used by them to address this fact, nothing more.

Next, lets talk about the scene of Yoriichi's reincarnation holding his first born.

The memory that he experiences describes a moment between Michikatsu and Yoriichi and it shows Michi being a caring brother. It's a headcanon I'm addressing in Part 2 of my Tsugikuni headcanon series, but I will make note of it here.

I headcanon that Michikatsu was a great and caring brother to Yoriichi after their reunion. My reasons will be explained in Part 2 of my headcanon series, but I just wanted to note that for why I wrote Michikatsu in that way.

Also, I headcanon that Michikatsu's second child was a girl. Shouya is his son and Sakuyako his daughter.

Towards the end of the story, Yoriichi's reincarnations daughter talks about things she doesn't.

You guys probably figured it out already, but if you didn't, she's Yoriichi's unborn child reborn as Yoriichi's reincarnations first-born child. The grandmother she talks about is Akeno, who kept her soul company until it was time for her to reincarnate, thus how she learns of Michikatsu and his fate.

And yes, I am headcanoning that Yoriichi's unborn child was a girl.

At the end of the story, where we get the snapshots of Yoriichi's many lives, there are italicized parts.

The first one is Yoriichi talking to Amaterasu. The second, I believe I intended to be Amaterasu, but you can also view it as it being Jizō. The third, fourth, and fifth lines are from Akeno.

And that should be it.

Looking back, I'm now realizing that there weren't a lot of headcanons discussed here. Oh well, you'll get more when I post Part 2 of my Tsugikuni Headcanon series.

[theghoulboysblog]

hi aly!! happy pride month!

i’ve seen you post about butterflies a few times and i was wondering- which species/type is your favorite?

(also i was totally inspired by your pfp frame so i did one for mine lol)

HI RAINE! :D happy pride month! your pfp looks great!!! :)

AND THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT MY FAVORITE BUTTERFLY!!! i know you probably wanted a singular answer as to which one is my favorite, but i am insane af when it comes to these beautiful lil creatures so i fear i cannot choose 😭 i love them all too much! 🫶 but here is an quick summary of my top ten favorites:

here is a spicebush swallowtail, or Papilio troilus! it is commonly found in north america, it loves deciduous woods and swamps, and i’ll bet you can guess what this pretty lil butterfly’s most common host plant is! (if you guessed a spicebush, you would be correct! 🫶)

this small guy is a chalkhill blue, or a Lysandra coridon! they are found in the palearctic, they love chalky grasslands, and the female chalkhill blues are actually brown rather than blue! :)

this is a red-spotted purple, or Limenitis arthemis! they are spread all throughout north america, they like birches and willow trees, and their scientific name translates to “harbor goddess” in greek! <3

here is a mourning cloak, or the Nymphalis antiopa. this butterfly is native to eurasia and north america. it is montana’s state butterfly, it has one of the longest lifespans of any butterfly (it can live up to a year!), and it is called the camberwell beauty in england!

this is a polyura jupiter! it is found in indonesia and other islands that surround it! the larvae supposedly feed on albizia stipulata! :D

this is a Morpho aurora! it is neotropical, it is found often in the rainforests of peru and bolivia, and it is named after the roman goddess of dawn, aurora!

this is the blue mormon, or Papilio polymnestor. it is found in south india and sri lanka, it is the fourth largest butterfly in india, and it loves areas with heavy rainfall! :D

this is the eastern tiger swallowtail, or Papilio glaucus! it is native to eastern north america, the first known drawing of a north american butterfly was a drawing of this butterfly in 1587, and it gets its name from its distinctive black “tiger” stripes! :)

this is a malachite, or a Siproeta stelenes. it is a neotropical butterfly found all throughout central and northern south america, it is one of the most commonly found butterflies in south america, and it is named after the mineral malachite because of its similar bright green coloring.

and last but not least, here is a marbled white, or Melanargia galathea. this species can be found in forests clearings and meadows across most of iran, southern russia, asia minor, and europe, they are most often seen out and about during june through september, and the butterfly larva love eating grass! :)

ANYWAYS EXCUSE MY MUCH TOO LONG BUTTERFLY RANT! THANK YOU SM FOR THE ASK RAINE 😭 <3

(also, i looked for a raine butterfly cause it sounded like it could possibly exist, but there sadly isn’t one :( don’t feel too bad tho, there are some cute little mites and beetles called rain bugs and rain beetles respectively, which is semi-close to your name! :) oh and the mites are a beautiful bright red! they’re pretty cute! :])

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"Really? R E A L L Y ? "

Finally got to listen to the Q&A and there were a lot of times when it made me laugh out loud but "Elora would have half and half" about the ice cream question was the champion.

Elora is NOT amused! unlike me, sorry Elora

Also listening to all the linguistic details was D E L I G H T F U L. I could listen to this for a few more hours at least.

Edit: That's what happens when I don't read the script 😅 Thanks for mentioning the name's spelling in the tags, I fixed it!