#AALI-WAY

[tteokdoroki]

for u

LUNA DIWKSKJD IM FUVKING CRYING

[habibisagi]

nagi’s voice is actually so sexy i’m losing it thinking about him grunting and groaning and… whimpering...

[seiwas]

sits next to u… i w a

hehe hehe scoots closer .

yes aali my love 😌 *cracks knuckles* what brings you here?

[cursed-herbalist]

MAKO SONG & AALIS DURAND | HP 1300S

I let the scale tip and feel all of it It’s uncomfortable but right We were born to try To see each other through To know and love ourselves and others well Is the most difficult and meaningful Work we’ll ever do

➔ Nine by Sleeping At Last

@kathrynalicemc

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

PATCHY!!!!! what was it like when you and sero locked eyes for the first time? was it love at first sight? i bet he tripped over himself just by looking at you :(

I think you're giving me far too much credit! I think he was more intrigued than smitten - after all, he knows everyone that works at the agency - even if they're corporate! So, to see my foreign face, it was certainly something of note!

Though, I am sure he was smitten after our first conversation, given how intently he made his affections after the fact! I have no idea what I did really, was just my friendly self answering his vacation entitlement question. But then again, I suppose it was the friendly demeanor and pretty smile that sucked him in!

And well, I was trying to keep cool, not every day a young, handsome, up-and-coming hero purposely talks to you! To say I was fanning my face and trying to calm my beating after our first meeting was an understatement!

And well, now here we are!💛😊

[chai-en-kaadhale]

do you ever make a connection to a book with your religion do you ever make a connection to a book with your religion again but its the same author i need to be put down

[rinneverse]

dry heaving on the floor going into cardiac arrest rn

[luffysprincess]

LIE DETECTOR TEST : BACHIRA MEGURU

⊹ summary : the blue lock boys are invited to take a lie detector test, but they’ve got to answer twitter’s unfiltered questions

⊹ pairing : bachira meguru x reader (established relationship)

⊹ wc : 640

⊹ warnings : fem!reader with she/her pronouns, reader is referred to as a “wife”, suggestive/nsfw. MINORS DNI

⊹ a/n : i recommend reading isagi’s version first for more context and a hugee thank you to @nymphsdomain for finding the link to a rb and to aali <3 (@tteokdoroki ) for reblogging this and isagi’s parts in the first place bc shes the reason these could even be found again!! 

⊹ isagi’s version I kunigami’s version

Isagi could only huff out as he tucked his phone back into his pockets. He should’ve expected this honestly, considering he’s known the man for years now.

It’s been quite some time since Bachira’s been hooked up to the machine. Only a few minutes were spent calibrating it with some straightforward questions, but since then, he’s gone into full, honest detail to every question Twitter had for him. And it had every person in the room looking at him with either pure shock and/or amusement.

“…and that’s when I had her squirting all over the back of the team’s bus”

Kunigami spit out his water, and Isagi’s eyes grew wider than ever before as they both turned to him.

“What?! When did this happen?!”

Bachira chuckled at their reaction, “Last match ♡”

“Milo?”

“No lies so far,” Milo laughed.

“Wait…don’t Rin and Barou always sit in the back…“

“Yup” Bachira answered proudly.

“Oh my god. They’re gonna kill you when they watch this.”

“That’s if they watch it. Which they won’t.”

“Alright next question! Twitter user @/bachirasbitch asks What’s your wildest sexual fantasy and why does it include me?”

Kunigami whistles, “Your fans are just as shameless as you”.

“They’re right though. It does include them. And the rest of my fans too.” Bachira chuckles at the looks he’s getting from his teammates before continuing, “I’ve always wanted an audience for what me and Y/N do behind closed doors. I think it’d be pretty exciting knowing someone’s watching me pleasure my wife.”

“You should make an only fans account then,” the interviewer suggests. “Your fans would probably love that.”

“Now who says I don’t already have one,” he winks back.

“Well do you?”

“I don’t have to answer that. I’m here to answer Twitter, not you” he grins.

“Fair enough,” the man sighs. “Let’s see, we’ve got time for one more question for you. @/bluelickmyclit asks What’s the most awkward thing that’s ever happened between you and one of your teammates?”

“Ooh I like this question.”

“I don’t” chimed Isagi.

“So before my wife and I moved into our apartment, we used to be next door neighbors with Yoichi. The way the floor plan was had us sharing a wall between our bedrooms. I know, silly design. Now this happened quite some time ago; before I got married, and back when this guy—” he points his thumb over to Isagi who’s hiding his face in his hands “—was single. I don’t know if I’d call this the most awkward incident but it was pretty awkward, ‘cause there wasn’t a single night we went to sleep without hearing him moan out Y/N’s name. And I mean every night—“

“Ok!” Isagi interrupted, cheeks and ears tinted pink. “I think they get it”

“I don’t know why it took him so long to realize the walls were paper thin. Y/N and I aren’t exactly the quietest people out there. He had to have heard us every night too— ow” Isagi cut him off with a punch to the arm, sick of his teasing which only furthered Bachira’s amusement.

“I hope you know Y/N found it very flattering”

“Shut up and take the cuffs off.”

“She thinks it was cute”

“Kunigami, hurry up and connect to the machine.”

“I’m rather enjoying this, actually. How often was this happening again?”

“Every night” Bachira and Kunigami continue to tease Isagi, laughing at him as he attempts to unhook one teammate and attach the sensors to the other instead.

Bachira had never had so much fun in an interview before. He couldn’t wait to go home and tell you all about it and then watch it with you when it aired. But for now, he’d enjoy messing with his friends like this. And now that Kunigami was up next, he was looking forward to it even more.

[rinhaler]

VOICES !

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.  ✧. ┊  underground fighter!ryomen sukuna x f!reader

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ SYNOPSIS: after finding out your little brother has been taking part in an underground fight club, you start to fall for the guy running the show.

⛧ GENRE : smut! ♡ ++ angst?

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SERIES | AO3

chapter one

you know you shouldn't be here, right? what would possess you to visit an underground fight club? one of the fighters is kinda cute though...

chapter two

His knuckles are split, what are you meant to do? Not tend his wounds? Someone’s gotta do it! It doesn’t mean you’re going to fuck him again. No way.

chapter three: TBA

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REQUESTS

shower sex with uf!sukuna

THIRSTS

is it in yet?

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© 2024 rinhaler

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thank u to my beautiful wife aali for making this beautiful banner!!

[awearywritersworld]

mona mona!!! in my head, modern bf sukuna likes to bake for reader !! in your au, do you think sukuna ever attempts to cook or bake something for reader that he used to enjoy eating? MWAH much love to you <3

aali aali!!! i'm in tears thinking about this evil man in an apron.... better yet, let's say he uses reader's and it's pink and has little strawberries on it or somethin cute. wah!!!!! he's so adorable.

yessssss tho!! he appreciates it when reader cooks for him and so he'd wanna return the favor. this idea is so sweet!! sending u all the love<333333

you find him in the kitchen one evening, staring at the stove looking exceptionally confused.

"what are you doing?"

"nothing."

"clearly," you tease. "what is it you're trying to do."

"where are you supposed to light the fire?"

"...fire?"

"yes, fire." he says it as if you're the foolish one in the situation. "you know, that thing you use to cook."

"you're going to cook?" you question, rather amused.

he sighs, a dramatic show of irritation. "is that so hard to believe? are you going to help me or not?"

the word help sounds rather strained coming from his lips and he seems to be in an exceptionally grumpy mood, so you suppress a giggle and make your way across the kitchen.

"that's sweet of you," you hum, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

you don't miss the way the small show of affection makes his shoulders relax. reaching out, you twist one of the stove knobs to the right and the burner turns red. "there's no fire. it's just electric."

his brows furrow as he looks between you and the stove. "oh."

it takes him a while to adjust to the electric stove, so he burns things pretty frequently at first. eventually he catches on though and you're quite impressed with his culinary skills.

sometimes you can't help but stare as he prepares food, because he handles the cooking chopsticks so adeptly. there's just something about the way it makes his knuckles and the tendons on his hands more pronounced that you struggle to tear your eyes away from.

[tteokdoroki]

imagine silently vibing in the kitchen with katsuki bakugou.

you help yourself up into the counter, dressed in nothing but his shirt (haphazardly thrown on after spending all day kissing and getting nasty in bed) and a pair of fuzzy socks because he’d told you the apartment was cold since he runs warm and you need to keep your feet warm.

the kettle rumbles loud and proud beside you while katsuki gets the mugs from the top shelf. you’d made them together on your sixth or seventh date — a pottery painting class. bakugou’s is a creamy shade of Orange, like the sun setting outside the kitchen window, warm on your back. and yours is a soft pink, like the blush that dusts his cheeks from being caught staring. staring at you.

you let him make you some kind of herbal tea. watching bakugou grab the tea bags from another cupboard. this time, you’re the one staring, eyes caught on the motion of his back muscles rippling before cascading down to his unfairly slender waist, his grey sweat pants that hang a little too low on his itty bitty hips, and the rough textured skin on his side. the battle scar you love so much.

“what flavour?”

you hear him mumble, your gaze that was once tethered to the eighth wonder of the world (his phenomenally beautiful body) shoots up to bakugou’s face. a lazy smirk lies on the plump edge of his lips and compliments the his chiselled features illuminated by golden hour outside. you see the sun reflect off the brownish flecks to his gorgeous ruby eyes and the soft tint of blonde to his hair (you make a mental note to thank mitsuki for this later), before mirroring his smile.

“peach.”

to people on the outside of your lovey little bubble — there’s nothing significant about your choice of tea. but to you and katsuki, you know that it’s the same flavour as the lip glaze you wore on the night he first kissed you. it’s the scent of your body wash, the one that you leave at his place because you know that bakugou adores peaches on you. peaches, like the fruits you cut up for him whenever you’re able to join him for lunch at the agency, swiping your thumb over his chin as the juices run down it — sucking it off with an affectionate laugh.

“sweet,” bakugou hums into the quiet ambience of the kitchen. “just like you.”

his hands, though capable of intangible levels of destruction, work delicately and quickly to brew you the perfect cup of peach herbal tea. before you can even ask, he sweetens your cup with a tea spoon of brown sugar and a dash of golden honey — pushing it towards you gently. with a loving whispered reminder. ‘careful, it’s hot.’

katsuki waits for you to take a sip before he does the same with his own. he won’t admit to how cute you look on his counter, in his apartment, in his clothes with his marks on your neck, glittering under the setting sun. his bare feet pad on the vinyl flooring as he crosses the kitchen to meet you and his chest bristles with happiness when your legs part to make room for him.

“good?”

“always,” you chirp, looking up at kastuki through your lashes with your big bambi eyes. “i love you.”

katsuki looks taken aback but quickly recovers, rubbing his cheek on his bare shoulder as if to rid himself of the heat rising underneath its skin.

“love you even more. now drink up b’fore it gets cold.” he says gruffly but he’s lovesick all the same. you think that bakugou is so cute, you might implode.

and there you are, vibing out in the quietness of his kitchen — clinking your misshapen mugs together and drinking tea, letting the world go by as if you’re the only two people in it.

[muwapsturniolo]

✯Hoodie Pt 2✯

Summary: Y/N can't get over her breakup with Matt.

warning:angst

pt1

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You'd probably think I was psychotic (If you knew) What I still got in my closet (Sad but true)

She felt like shit. Since Matt broke up with her at the beginning of the summer, she's been crying nonstop. One would think with the way he ended things, she would hate him, but no. Instead, she finds herself finding comfort in an item of his. She knew that if her friends saw how she was coping they would call her psychotic.

I slip it on over my shoulders It's something I'll never get over It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

At nighttime, she would slip the hoodie on, imagining it was Matt holding her. She imagined he would pull her close, whispering sweet nothing in her ear like he used to do.

I can't keep your love I can't keep your kiss Gave you everything and all I got was this

She would go through phases of hating Matt for what he did. She gave him her all, three years of her life...and all she got was a breakup and a hoodie.

I'm still rocking your hoodie And chewing on the strings

At times the girl found herself walking around her apartment wearing the hoodie, chewing on the strings as she carried on with her everyday tasks.

It makes me think about you So I wear it when I sleep

She always had bad insomnia and Matt knew this, so he would sleep over all the time, holding her tightly so she could sleep. But he's not here anymore, so she resulted in sleeping in his hoodie, hoping just the thought and smell of him would be enough to trick her mind into letting her sleep.

I kept the broken zipper And cigarette burns

She was staring at the hoodie one day, examining the blue fabric. She doesn't know why she kept this one, after all the hoodie had a broken zipper and multiple cigarette burns on it. Maybe it was because it was his favorite hoodie, maybe it was because this is the one that holds the most memory.

Still rocking your hoodie Baby, even though it hurts

As much as she wanted to think keeping and wearing the hoodie is helping her cope, it's not. It hurts her to even think about Matt, yet here she is torturing herself.

I used to put my hand in your pockets (holding on) The smell of your cologne is still on it (but you're still gone)

She was doing her laundry, going through the pockets of each article of clothing when she got to the hoodie. She pauses and stares at the blue fabric. She holds it up to her face and sighs, smelling the faint cologne. it's like he's still here. she decides not to wash it, scared she will wash away anything she has left of him.

I slip it on over my shoulders You're someone I'll never get over It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

As she slips the hoodie on over her shoulders, this deep feeling of melancholy hits her. Tears form in her eyes when it finally hits her. She's never going to get over him. he was her first love, her first boyfriend.

I can't keep your love I can't keep your kiss Gave you everything and all I got was this

She gave herself to him, her virginity, her love, everything. He was selfish enough to take it, leaving her with no more love, no more soft kisses...just a hoodie with a broken zipper and cigarette burns.

If you want it back I'm here waiting

She posted a picture of herself in the hoodie, the caption not being subtle at all. She knew she was delusional thinking Matt would see it. But she sat there, hoping he would.

Come and take it back Come and take it back

It was around 20 minutes later of her staring at her phone, when a text came through. She clicks on the notification and feels her stomach fill with butterflies. She responds back quickly, not caring about how eager she seems.

Still rocking your hoodie

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i hate this, i like matt's better fr.

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[ramayantika]

Apsaras (Mystery Academia)

The gateway of the temple is built of stone, but the statues of dancing women, also built of stone feel alive. As if they are watching you.

You twirl in the courtyard. The other visitors move around you, their eyes enraptured by the magnificent pillars and sculptures of the temples. A tinkling feminine laughter rings in your ears. Your friends are near the abandoned empty shrine. They aren't laughing.

You imitate a pose of a nymph immortalized in stone. Giggling, you stand back normally when there is a slight tilt of her head, very slight. You swear you saw her stone head move.

Dozing in the passenger seat, the sun casts a warm glow over your face. A pleasant smile graces your lips as the car radio plays a soft tune. The soft romantic music changes to the first beats of Apsara aali. Your head reels. There is a flash of coloured patterns in the darkness: A court, infinitely beautiful damsels and instruments. It vanishes in a blink.

You find yourself standing against a mirror. It is a very normal day. You dangle a long shiny earring. The sparkle brightens and the room clouds in smoke except the silver mirror. The fog deepens and there is the fruity scent of ambrosia. Red and gold smoke dance around the foggy haze and the mirror reveals a different reflection. A beauty so killer, that the blessed viewers might choose death than to see something else less beautiful than the sight in the mirror.

The beauty keeps a finger on her lips while a surprised shriek catches in your throat. She winks at you and you hear a click. You are back in your little room and the mirror shows you your own reflection. Very normal.

A love song plays. There are damsels with translucent veils and scarves, all decked in jewels in every limb dancing, their gaze as sharp as a hunter's arrow. You clutch your heart. How else can you look at anything else in the world when the universe's beauty has graced you a vision for a minor second?

Back to the temple near the same statue, all alone. The twilight hour peaks and the birds go silent. Not a leaf moves. The stillness is heavy until a familiar scent of jasmine and roses permeate the air. Everything moves, and you see the dancing statues stretch their limbs lazily in a graceful way. Are they Art or is Art them?

"There, she is our hidden sister," says one, smiling, her stony teeth still appear mesmerizing than something eerily beautiful. "Poor you, the mortals dull our shine," says another as a stone hand makes you spin. Another holds you, her hold isn't tight nor do the stone surfaces bruise your skin. She says, "Your mother had left you too long here. You were to grow up amongst us!" A sharp headache ensues and all you can hear is chiming anklets and bangles. The stone bracelets don't break.

Life is a waking dream. The heavenly damsels follow you around, coaxing you to come home, to the heavens. Their stony faces wither away to shining skin, gorgeous hair and colourful priceless jewels. Their voices, husky and full of mystery as they narrate the sights of Indra's golden city, the best wine and musical festivities of the Gods.

When you play an instrument, you see a nymph sing the following raaga. When you dance, you see a nymph spin around you. Their eyes bore into yours and you see Indra's golden city, towering palaces, art galleries and courts. A world full of beauty, mystery and intrigue.

You recite a romantic couplet. Again a nymph brings it on a tune. So much beauty and art surrounds every waking moment. Their calls bring you closer to the edge. "A home strange but yours for all time or the home always known? Make your choice," The Queen of the Apsaras poses a question.

They live in art, and where art resides. They roam in the most beauteous places, and walk in secret groves. They swim in distant rivers and shores, and their reflections beautify a lake. An older nymph braids your air. A nymph of your age adorns your braid with sweet-smelling flowers. Someone fixes a ruby diadem atop your hear and you are dressed in hues of maroon and gold. The mirror shows you. They whisper: "Your true form."

Nothing really changes. Your beauty doesn't become illuminating nor do the eyes turn two shades lighter. The flesh is the same and the magic is the same. They adorn you in beauty and jewels, and though it all is the same as before, something has changed. Your gait smoother and bolder and your limbs move as graceful as a gentle river. As wise words and honeyed poetic verses escape your red coloured lips, you mesmerize the audience. The audience who? Another lesson for later, my nymph in the making.

You must make a choice now. Oh. You made it. You chose the home familiar to you since birth, but your ancestry doesn't change and the bonds of sisterhood are strong. Your paintings are vibrant and poetry unmatched, tugging at one's heart. When you dance, they stop to admire and curse their eyelashes for casting darkness for a second. When you sing they dance and when you touch a budding artist, inspiration strikes them.

Someone casts a statue in your name. You live like a mortal on your plane, your nymph sisters looking out for you. And then this statue finds itself in a temple. You find yourself amidst your sisters in the same temple where this tale started ages ago.

Another curious, bright-eyed girl arrives. She copies the way your body curves. She has noticed your stony lips smirk. You have found another one of your clan.

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Tagging: @ahamasmiyodhah (will tag the others later as per taglist as i am late for practice. Spl mention to Khyati for this so dedicating this one to her. I thought I would do this later after coming back from the fest but again inspiration and the will strikes when a nymph touches you :)

Hehe enjoy

[prettyboykatsuki]

ari does the caleb guy have isagi coded traits perchance?? yk aali is also losing it over him off the app and she compared him to isagi lowkey saying they're a bit similar and i was like HUH??? KJHSDFF like no way right.........

I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY KJFHFVSKJSD. its bc when he's not being a deranged out of pocket freak he is the most doting boyish charming handsome older brother to the most spoiled little sister ever which To Me is very stepbro isagi core TO ME......

i think caleb probably has a stronger savior complex but the similairty is there

[kairiscorner]

ok, i'll be out with it, ako'y isang pinoy RRRGHHHHH tagalog is so fucking hard, help so i kinda had an idea to cope with my shitty filipino exam scores:

(also i'm sorry for the crappy spanish, please correct me on it if you'd like!)

miles morales x filipino reader

YOU WOULD MAKE HIM LISTEN TO IV OF SPADES, THEIR SHIT IS FUCKING FIRE, your songs with him are "mundo" and "come inside of my heart"

miles would sing "come inside of my heart" out loud when he's listening to it on his headphones, especially when he's alone in his room, it's in his playlist now bc of you.

YOU'D MAKE HIM LISTEN TO ERASERHEADS, you probably knew them bc of your parents, your favorite song to listen to with him is "ang huling el bimbo" (umiyak ng malala)

and ben & ben........ ARAW-ARAW IS Y'ALL'S SONG, CHANGE MY MIND

if you're like me, you have no two braincells that understand how to use tagalog or use its tenses properly, but you aren't used to using fluid english that well, so you speak taglish.

being part puerto rican and learning some spanish from his mom, i think you and miles would understand each other a little when using tagalog or spanish.

you both fear the slipper.

when you first met his parents, JUSME, THEY LOVED YOU.

they didn't understand at first what the "mano po" meant, but you explained it was a sign to accept blessings from your elders, and you always called them "tita" and "tito", which rio LOVED OMG.

"Entonces, ¿cuándo vas a invitarlos a una cita? (so, when are you going to ask them out on a date?) " rio would always ask miles this when you were around, and he'd be choking on air or clearing his throat and just laugh it off.

when you offered them rice cakes once, rio asked what they were called, and she almost choked when you said "ah, puto po"

"¿ESTO SE LLAMA COMO? (THIS IS WHAT?)"

jeff wanted more puto, but rio'd pinch his ear when he'd say "puto", she knows it's the name, but she feels kinda weird about it. she accepted it, but still sometimes cringes at the name (I'M SORRY, THAT'S THE NAME)

NOW IF IT WERE YOUR PARENTS (basing off my experience as a filipino so sorry if it's not like yours :'>) THEY'D BE TEASING YOU ABOUT HIM ALL THE DAMN TIME

"ano, jowa mo na ba siya? or ano..."

"nako, ikaw ha, mag-aral ka muna bago ka makipagjowa sa morales na yan"

"aalis ka? sino kasama mo? wala ba doon si morales? ay nandoon, edi sasamahan kita nak."

your parents wouldn't really have a problem with miles, they'd think he's a nice kid, they'd just watch your every move with him as long as he's in your house.

also, i think, you would teach him swear words in tagalog :>

you'd troll him to say "putangina mo" (now don't say this non-filipino readers <333) means "have a good morning"

he tried it on your parents

yeah they didn't like him after that, until you cleared it up and got reprimanded for teaching him the wrong stuff TT

either way, miles would love to learn more about your culture as a filipino, he thinks it's super interesting. you made him want to revisit his puerto rican roots and learn some more spanish when he realized some words you taught him (including the swears) were similar to words in tagalog.

you also wanted to learn a lot more about him, his family, and his roots--so you two kind of exchanged cultures to better understand each other <:)

[bakawitch]

Dunno how, but I somehow finished it. Tiredly sketched, probably not gonna redo it for a while. Behold!

The Mortality Miracle Box

Each of the kwamis represents concepts built around life/death. These specific kwamis are more like lab made spiritual parasites that find themselves a suitable host and attach themselves to them. These are their more appealing base forms. They don't have eldritch god forms like canon kwamis because they are not gods, but they do have a hidden form that resembles real-life parasites. They don't have set miraculouses, instead they inject themselves into the host bodies. They also have the ability to take over their hosts' bodies during transformation.

Fungus of Reanimation

Kwami: Immo

they/it

Tool: staff

Power: Parasitism - The power to reanimate corpses with the use of spores released from the staff. The corpses are animated by fungi colonies, and they often grow over the bodies of the zombies.

Rabbit of Evocation

Kwami: Riitus

she/her

Tool: hammer

Power: Séance - The power to summon spirits from the ground by smashing the hammer on it. The spirits often resemble cartoonish dust bunnies.

Dragonfly of Invigoration

Kwami: Faata

they/them

Tool: fans

Power: Fight and Flight - The power to go into a frenzy during which the user becomes temporarily stronger and faster and immediately regenerates all bodily harm on themselves, no matter how severe. The ability sometimes activates on its own when the user is injured.

Feret of Germination

Kwami: Valla

he/him

Tool: pollen bombs (basket)

Power: Gardenia - The power to control and accelerate the growth of plants in a certain radius.

Cat of Realisation

Kwami: Ress

he/him

Tool: throwing darts

Power: Snare - The power to cause someone to have a hard truth revealed about themselves, which causes the target to freeze up and become petrified.

Fox of Divination

Kwami: Guuri

she/her

Tool: scrying mirror

Power: Oracle - The power to ask questions and receive relevant prophecies from the mirror. The prophecies are usually communicated through riddles and rhymes, and they always come to be.

Deer of Retrospection

Kwami: Oriia

he/her

Tool: cassette player

Power: Rewind - The power to create a cassette tape that replays anything that has ever happened in the location in which the user is currently located in the form of an illusory projection. The tape can also be weaponised.

Dove of Fulguration

Kwami: Riell

she/her

Tool: pendulum

Power: Lunation - The power to emmit a hot bright light that disintegrates things in its way. The closer something is to the light and/or the longer it's exposed to it, the more likely it will get vapourized completely.

Wolf of Separation

Kwami: Aalis

they/them

Tool: scissors

Power: Double Trouble - The power to separate the body from the shadow and give it limited access to the physical world. The user can communicate and exert full control over the shadow.

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And that's it! Still can't believe I finished these this fast XD