#Can I Grow Taller After 40

[letorip]

Can you do headcanons for Jenna’s characters with a tall reader?

tall reader

it's been a little bit since i've been back on here and actively posted, but you know what i felt bad that i hadn't, so i did this to kind of assure everyone who didn't see my last thing that i'm still alive and well. sorry for not responding sooner to this request. also, if you see this, do not panic, i promise, i'm still finishing kiss with a fist [iii] and we’re only a few days from casual [iii]. the last thing i want is someone seeing me update and then immediately jumping into my inbox to ask about those, because i'm hard at work at them anyways

also, if you're not tall, just imagine it for a moment, lmao

wednesday addams

she’s not especially expressive, so she’ll never admit to it, but she absolutely loves that you’re so much taller than her. it’s cheesy and she knows you'll tease her about it, if she does mention it

she fumbles the bag at first, when during one of your first conversations, she says "you remind me of lurch." it's not exactly flattering to be told you remind her of her 40 year old butler who looks like a skeleton, and it makes you think she doesn't like you, at first, but to be fair, she meant it as a compliment

you try to brush past it, and wednesday too, and she's confused as to why you didn't seem flattered. enid's mouth drops open when wednesday recounts your interaction, and she tries to coach her through fixing her mistake

unfortunately your next conversation is only more awkward, when she walks it back and says "you DON'T remind me of lurch." she thinks it's a good way to recover from her previous error, but you just look even more confused, and she's suddenly walking off before she fucks up anything any more

she does manage to have an actual conversation with you later, after you take the turn to initiate, and that's how you two actually begin to grow closer and closer

even in her big ass platform boots, you’re still taller than her. it closes a little bit of the distance, but you're still much taller

she grabs your tie or bunches your shirt and pulls you down to her level, in order to kiss you. it hurts your neck sometimes, but you’d never ever tell her not to do it

even when she tugs you down for a kiss, she still has to stand on her tippy toes, especially if she’s only in socks

it does make you the ideal height for cuddling, though

wednesday claimed at first that she would cut your fingers off if you tried to hold her, but she slowly learns to crave it. all you have to do is give her a look and lift up your blanket, and she’ll crawl right in, especially if it’s after an investigation and she’s exhausted

theres just something oddly relaxing about curling up and feeling you wrap yourself around her. you’re definitely big spoon in this scenario. not that she wouldn’t hold you the same— she does, especially when she’s worried about the investigation but doesn’t want to say anything— but she likes how you’re able to completely wrap around her and how she can almost burrow herself into you

wednesday absolutely adores to sit on your lap. she’ll sit on your lap whenever and wherever she can. sideways with her arms around your neck, back to front with your arms around her waist, facing you in a straddle, during the more heated moments. she said she’d never be like her parents, but she also finds your lap to be the most comfortable seat around

she plops herself down onto your lap whenever she feels the person you're talking to is laughing a little too much at your jokes. she'll wander right over, wordlessly, sit down on your lap, wrap an arm around your neck, and stare at the person you're talking to with a usual disinterest, and they very quickly get the memo and leave

not that you realise this pattern, of course

you also use your height to help in the investigation. getting books for her off of high-up, dusty shelves, giving her a boost through windows that she shouldn't be breaking into, you name it. your willingness to assist her in her crazy plan is just part of what she loves about you

"can you reach that for me, cara mia?"

she does miraculously know your measurements, of course, when it comes to buying clothes. being tall makes clothes somewhat hard, but she always manages to buy the perfect sized thing, and you're starting to wonder if she somehow measured you, when you weren't paying attention

tara carpenter

you guys begin as sworn enemies after meeting at blackmore, and it results in a lot of mean insults about each others' height. she calls you the jolly green giant and you call her dwarf. she calls you giraffe, you call her stuart little. neither of you will admit that you find the other obnoxiously attractive

she says you're freakishly tall, but you're only a little taller than chad. she never annoys him about his height, only you, but for what it's worth, you annoy her right back

it culminates one night during a drunken hookup after you've shouted insults into each others faces. tara won't admit her anger is from seeing a random girl grind on you, and you won't admit you're annoyed that ethan and chad are obviously in love with her, and doing their best at flirting

you don't know who closes the distance first, but the next thing you know, you're messily pressing your mouths together and tara is climbing you like a damn tree, i mean, this is literally her

immediately after, you and tara try to pretend it didn't happen, and it lasts all of one week before she's jumping your bones again, only this time neither of you are drunk

you get together shortly after, but best believe the teasing doesn't stop. she'll still call you her little construction crane, and you'll smile with a faux sweetness and call her your little hobbit, until she smacks you on the arm

you're definitely a fiery couple, on both sides, but you do have your sweet moments

you give her piggyback rides because you're tall enough to do so, and she just happily wraps her arms around your neck and lets you carry her places. pretty much any time she gets tired enough (or even when she isn't really tired at all), she'll give you a cute pout and put her arms out, and you'll pick her up

tara loves to cuddle with you, but even then, sometimes you both squabble over the blanket, and she'll start complaining about how you hog the whole thing because of your height. it turns into a playful wrestling match, and while you have the obvious advantage and could flip her right around at any given moment, you let her climb on top of you and pin your arms above your head in a proud victory (which takes a lot of effort, considering how short she is)

of course, like all of your play-fights, it turns into something more

she doesn't like to talk about woodsboro, but she does find a comfort in how tall you are. it makes her feel a bit safer with you around, not that a couple inches would stop ghostface or anything

but she feels a genuine relaxation, when you can both be in bed together, and you're completely holding her in your arms, and it's not a thing she thought she'd feel again

you give her your jacket when she's cold, and she has to bunch the fabric around her elbows, or it'll absolutely swim on her. she always teases you about it, but the moment you jokingly threaten to take it back, she'll roll her eyes with a smile and tug it on with a kiss to your cheek

sometimes when you're cooking in the kitchen, she'll wrap her arms around your waist and let her head rest against the small of your back

you also help her when she's studying in the school library, by similarly grabbing books off the shelf for her

when she wants to rest her head on your shoulder, you still have to crane your neck down to let her. it's not super comfortable, but you still do it, because she looks adorable when she sleeps

she's figured out something seriously cruel. you complained about her feet being cold once, when you were snuggling, and ever since you mentioned it, tara realised she's the perfect height to press a cold foot right onto your back. she does it when she wants to start a play-fight, and it works like a charm every time

you're annoyed by it, but it definitely does make her laugh

lorraine day

your height is immediately what lorraine clocks onto, when she first sees you, because she's coming back from a shoot, getting dropped off by RJ, and she sees you in the distance, hopping a fence like it's no effort at all, when the same fence is a pain for lorraine to climb

you're the new ranch hand that her father hired while she was gone, and when she officially meets you, the both of you don't exactly get off on the right foot

you don't actually say much, which is something her father warned her of before you were introduced, but she at least expected some kind of "hello." instead, you just stare down at her from the shadow of your hat with a neutral nod, and then go off to get back to work. no giving her your name, no asking her any questions, no interest whatsoever

she doesn't know if she's more offended by your lack of manners or more upset you don't seem anywhere near as curious about her as she is about you

your height makes you ideal for most ranching activities though. you easily climb up and down from your horse and you're a speedy, fast rider.

when lorraine is on her shorter breed of horse, you're still as tall as her shoulders, and you help her get ready to go out on her horse with you and her father, even if it is wordlessly

she's only heard you speak a few times, and it's mostly been laughing with her father, which abruptly stops when lorraine gets close enough

after a rare bit of rain, lorraine's boots are slippery, and she slides out of the stirrup when dismounting way quicker than she was ready for. luckily, you're there to catch her, and she collides against you, pretty much right into your arms

unfortunately, you both fall back into a pile of horse shit, and the next thing she knows, she's hearing a nice, airy laughter coming from you. she's damn sure it's the first time she's seen you smile or laugh, and it's got her laughing too

she apologises, but you say "it's nothin," and you both kind of naturally grow closer from there

you help her up onto her horse, when she's without a saddle. you're tall enough to do so, and you hoist her up gently and set her on the animal's back with a small smile, and it kind of makes her heart beat real fast

it turns out the rough and tough cowboy exterior is a false image of you lorraine created in her mind. you're actually just a quiet, hot, tall, dork

you're feeding her horse a carrot or something, about to go out and do your job with lorraine eager to tag along, and she doesn't know what comes over her, but she leans down a little and plants a kiss right on your lips

she's the champion of sitting on stuff to reach your face: a fence, her horse, a hay bale. she likes being above you for once, and you're not complaining whatsoever

she tugs on the belt loop of your jeans when she wants you to lean down and kiss her. she also absolutely steals your baseball cap, and then to be funny, your cowboy boots, and she laughs about how big on her the cowboy boots are and clomps around in them

her family house has low ceilings, so it's kind of a pain to walk through, especially in your boots. for the most part, you live above the barn because of the higher ceilings, and sometimes (most nights) lorraine sneaks out to see you

she absolutely loves to sit on your shoulders. it's not especially comfortable for you, but you let her do it at the town events like fireworks and festivals and stuff. she sits on your shoulders for a "better view," and she'll rest her chin on top of your head

sorry to RJ, he's getting dumped the moment he comes back into town

cairo sweet

she doesn't even really realise you're tall at first, because she just sees you in your chair, on the second day of the new semester

you're new in town, a transfer kid and a cross country prodigy, with record times and future athletic scholarships up the wazoo, owed partially to being much taller than average. but the two most annoying things about you is that you can write, and you've read mr. miller's book

mr. miller seems rather pleased with having you in his class, and immediately it makes cairo hate you. her whole plan pretty much crumbles with you now in the way, and she absolutely loathes you for it

her new plan becomes to seduce you and distract you from school, and it works because you do harbour a giant, absolutely massive crush on her

your mother, who's also your coach, wants you to stay focused on athletics and not let cairo get in the way, but talking to her makes you melt, and when she finds you one day, in the locker room after everyone's left, you immediately cave when she sloppily kisses you and shoves her tongue into your mouth

your height is ideal for picking her up and pushing her back against the lockers, while her legs wrap around your waist

tree climber core again

she says it's just a scheme, but after you earnestly ask her out on a date and you both have a fantastic time, cairo's master plan goes out the window, and she just enjoys you for you

she goes to all of your meets, and she'll stand at the railing of the bleachers, and watch you with a smile (she's too fancy to cheer like a soccer mom out loud, but know she's really rooting for you on the inside)

you're like that one track couple at the olympics, if y'all have seen the clip. you finish your run in first place, qualifying for the state competition, and before anyone can congratulate you, you're running in cairo's direction, at the bleachers.

you're tall enough to the point that you just stand there on the ground, and cairo leans over the railing and kisses you, pulling away to cup your cheeks

your height is definitely a plus, in that when cairo is especially miffed at something mr. miller said or another student, after class, she'll grab your arm and wrap it around her shoulder

you barely fit on your twin-sized mattress, but cairo owns a king in her massive ass house, so it's a plus, whenever you go over to her place to "study"

just like with wednesday, when you're over at her house, you're the person who grabs her books off her shelf for her. she'll whisper a thanks and press a kiss to your cheek. sometimes she'll stand behind you and watch you grab a book off the shelf, just to see the stretch in your muscles and watch you move. she's just thinking "i'm no better than a man" while it happens

she love love loves to lay on top of you, on the sofa, when she's got a book to read. she'll just lay back against your chest, in your embrace, with a book in hand

she'll borrow your jacket, even though she complains it doesn't match her style, but it still swims on her

absolutely loves to be princess-carried to her bed when she falls asleep on the couch reading. she'll fall asleep because it's just too comfortable there, and you'll carry her up the stairs and tuck her in

she also grabs your collar and tugs you down to her for a kiss. either that, or she'll tug on your sleeve, which you now know is cairo saying she wants a kiss or a hug

[pupkashi]

sweet nothing

gojo always finds himself running home to you

a/n: hi friends ! hope u all enjoy this little piece inspired by the song sweet nothing by taylor swift (thank u anon for the inspo 🫶🏼) let me know what u all think :3

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one of the only thoughts on gojo satoru’s mind, from the moment he leaves home to the second he’s unlocking the door, is coming home to you.

his shoulders hurt from the amount of stress he’s under, every muscle in his body tense, eyes burning with exhaustion, and his head throbbing as the higher ups words ring in his ears. the light jingle of his keys as he unlocks the front door helps ground him a bit, blinking once, twice then opening the front door.

he’s greeted with the smell of food, he can’t quite place what it is (he doesn’t help in the kitchen much after the one time he did and ended up ruining three pans), he’s slipping his shoes off and placing his keys in the small leaf shaped holder on the table next to the door.

his eyes naturally focusing on the picture frame of the two of you on vacation last July, a wide, carefree smile painted on both of your faces, hair a bit messy from walking around. his cheeks were flushed as you planted a kiss to his cheek, your arms thrown around his neck.

satoru’s thrown out of his trance by the sudden sound of loud sizzling, the small smile on his face only growing when he hears your soft humming. his tired feet carry him quickly to the kitchen, a spring in his step as he grows closer and closer to being with you.

he feels the weight on his shoulders ease up a bit as his eyes land on you. he’s leaning against the wall, watching you chop up vegetables with a smile on his face, replacing the higher ups nagging ringing in his ears with your off-key singing.

“have you ever considered x-factor sweetheart?” he asks, a lopsided smile on his face when you turn to face him, bright eyes as you welcome him home.

“i sent in a recording once, they offered me a ten year contract but i declined” you teased, moving to stir the food cooking in the pan, “told them i have a very needy boyfriend that would die without me.”

satoru let’s put a small ‘pft’ at your words, pushing himself off the wall and walking up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.

“how was your day, angel boy?” you ask, voice as sweet as honey as you press a soft kiss to his cheek. satoru let’s put a small huff, his warm breath tickling your neck which causes you to smile.

“‘t was okay, just stressed out” he mumbles, “and the fucking higher ups are-”, his eyes closing as he remembers his conversation with them, sighing deeply. you pout a bit, noting his more more tense body against yours. you let yourself melt into his touch, turning around and hugging him properly.

“don’t wanna talk about it?” you ask gently, he shakes his head, bangs covering his eyes just a bit. you nod, giving him a smile before kissing his lips softly, “then we won’t.”

satoru is grateful, knowing that when the time is right he’ll open up to you about it. but for now he just wants to spend his night with the love of his life.

“good thing im making your favorite then huh?” you chuckle, watching the way his shoulders inflate, he’s standing taller and there’s a smile on his face.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were eating dinner together, making easy conversation and laughing at anything stupid either of you said. he’s placing the freshly washed plates on the drying rack, heading over to you on the couch when you stop him.

“go shower, I’ll let you use my stuff” you state, eyes widening as you see satoru already running towards the restroom, “just this once!” you call out, hearing his loud giggles echoing from down the hall.

it’s 40 minutes later when he’s emerging into your shared room in only his boxers, body still dripping with water and steam following him out. you can smell your rose scented body wash on him as he dries himself off besides you.

satoru is looking at you with big eyes, towel in hand as he grins up at you, “will you dry my hair?” his voice is filled with a gentleness you’ve grown much too soft for.

“come here” you smile, heart growing at the sound of an excited squeak he lets out. you’re gentle as you dry his hair, combing out any knots and putting some product in it before patting his head twice, letting him know you were done.

your lover is quick to change positions, taking you in his arms and curling himself around you, some damp strands landing on your face as he buries his face in your neck. you’re doing your best to wiggle your hands free from his grasp, adjusting so you can card your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp a bit just the way he likes.

satoru visibly relaxes against your touch, practically purring as you whisper to him, “I’m so proud of you” you say, “you work so hard, angel” tenderness carried in every syllable of your words.

“I love you so much” you remind him, squeezing him a bit tighter, moving his hair from his forehead and placing a kiss there, “my beautiful boy” you murmur, a smile on your face as you see the way his grin grows.

the apples of his cheeks are rosy, pink dusting his entire face. satoru easily grabs your hips, placing you on top of him so that you straddle his lap.

“how do you always know what to say?” he asks, looking up at you with fond eyes, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of your hand as you place a stand of hair behind his ear.

“hmm, call it intuition” you tease, placing feathery kisses all over his face, the two of you giggling when you kiss his nose, “but it’s probably just ‘cause I’m your soulmate” you smile.

satoru hums in agreement, one hand snaking to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, your lips moving in sync. when you pull away the two of you are giggling softly, foreheads resting against each other as he shifts a bit, kissing you nose before throwing his head back against the pillows, letting out a small sigh.

“sometimes i wish i was just your toru” he mumbles, “i never asked to be the strongest.” you can hear the slight tremor in his voice as he speaks, his eyes closing to fight tears back. you’re quick to kiss his cheeks, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you coax him to look at you.

“i know you didn’t, angel boy” you sigh, brushing his hair away from his face gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “it’s gonna work itself out, i know it will” you reassure him, a small smile on your face as he nods along with you.

maybe you were right, maybe you weren’t, satoru didn’t care. he believed every word you said to him. each reassurance working to calm his exhausted mind, his eyes fluttering closed as you continue to whisper, your words meant for him and only him.

“and you’ll always be my toru” pressing a feathery kiss to his jaw, “the one with the stupid sweet tooth and terribly timed jokes” you smile, watching the way his smile returns to his face.

“I’ll always be here waiting for you to come home to me” you say, there’s a plethora of emotions dripping from your words. the only thing satoru feels is love, your undying and genuine love, for him.

gojo satoru may not know everything, but he knows one thing for sure; he’ll always be ready to run home to you and your sweet nothings.

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[room-surprise]

How Old Is Thistle?

(EDIT: I've made a follow-up post to this one that goes deeper into the math and additional evidence that the 5:1 ratio is correct. You can read it here!)

I've seen people debating this and a lot of folks insisting that Thistle is a child, and since Thistle just debuted in the anime, I wanted to do a full write-up to help myself and others figure this out.

We don't know how old any of the Merini family members are exactly, so the best we can do is guess based on the information we have, but after carefully studying the manga, I think Thistle is at least a teenager, but much more likely a young adult, and definitely not a prepubescent child.

Here's what we know:

EDIT: Depending on what translation you read of some of the extra materials, Freinag implies that Thistle is the same age as some of his advisors.

Here's a detailed translation of this panel from my friend Fumi:

Elves age 5 times slower than tall-men.

16 year old tall-men in Dungeon Meshi's medieval time period are adults, they commonly join the military, get married, have children, etc.

An 80 year old elf is an adult. Pattadol is 82 and she's a lieutenant in a military unit. It's her first job and she's obviously a rookie, but Captain Flamela tells Pattadol to accomplish her mission or die trying.

Many fully adult elves look like what we might consider children or young teens, because they're short, petite, and have androgynous features.

An average elven adult is around 150-155cm tall (5 ft), meaning some are shorter than that, and some are taller. Thistle is 130 cm, which is short, but not unheard of.

Fleki is 130 (26) years old and she's 140 cm tall (4'7")

Otta is 137 (27) years old and she's 130 cm (4'5") tall, the same height as Thistle!

They are both women, but there's probably plenty of elven men in their height range.

Just so we can compare Thistle to some adult elven men, Mithrun and his brother are probably adults (or close to it) in the panel on the left.

Mithrun (in this image) is somewhere between 75 and 144 (probably in his 80's), and his brother is older than him (so he could be in his late 80s or 90s). As you can see, they don't look that different from Thistle, Otta or Fleki.

So, how old is Thistle?

(Spoilers below the cut)

Thistle was brought to the royal court as a child (found on the street, stolen or purchased, we don't know how they got him). At the absolute youngest I'd guess Thistle is 25 years old here (so about 5 years old for a tall-man.) He can already play the flute, and possibly the lute, and most children that aren't prodigies can't handle playing an instrument (physically or mentally) until they're around 5.

EDIT: We now know that Thistle is the same age as Freinag, the king that takes him in! So Thistle must be at least 25 years old in this comic, though realistically he could be anywhere from 25 to 40 based on how Kui drew Freinag.

He lived in the court for an unknown amount of time, Freinag hasn't changed much but Thistle appears to have aged a little, so let's say it's been 5 years and Thistle is 30 (6) when Delgal is born. More than 5 years could have passed, but I'm trying to keep the numbers low.

Delgal gets married and has a child. Delgal should be at least 15 at this point, but since he has a full mustache before his wedding, I think he's in his 20's, since teenagers tend to not be the best at growing robust facial hair.

(He has a full beard by the time Eodio's a young child.)

Thistle puts the kingdom inside the dungeon around this point, however, people are still aging: Delgal's grandson Yaad is born, and Eodio is clearly a young adult here, probably in his 20's. Therefore, there is NO REASON to assume Thistle stopped aging. "The dungeon lords don't age" is a common fan headcanon I've seen people spreading, but it has no clear canon basis.

Yaad ages until he looks about 13-15 years old, and at this point all of the people of the kingdom and Thistle appear to stop aging, and 1,000 years pass.

So, the youngest Thistle could possibly be, if he was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, if Delgal was 15 when he had Eodio, and Eodio was 15 when he had Yaad, and Yaad is 13 years old...

Is 73 years old, which would make Thistle about 14.6 years old by tall-man standards.

HOWEVER, I think it's VERY unlikely that all the characters are that young.

I think it's clear from Kui's drawings that Delgal and Eodio are not 15 years old when they become fathers, and that Freinag is at least 25 when he takes in Thistle.

If we assume Thistle was 30 when Delgal was born, and Delgal and Eodio were both at least 20 when they had children, even if Yaad is only 13 years old, that makes Thistle at least 83 years old (16.6), and makes him older than Pattadol, who is an adult at 82.

However, I think it's entirely possible that Thistle was anywhere from 40-50 when Delgal was born, and Delgal could have been anywhere from 20 to 30 when he had Eodio, and Eodio could have been anywhere from 20-25 when he had Yaad. If you use the maximum ages, and assume Yaad is 15, then Thistle could be as old as 120 (24).

I think a reasonable middle ground is assuming Thistle was 30 (6) when Delgal was born, Delgal had Eodio at 25, Eodio had Yaad at 20, and Yaad is 15... Which would make Thistle 90 (18) years old.

This of course says nothing about Thistle's emotional maturity or sanity, he's obviously stunted in some ways, but the point I want to make here is:

Thistle's age could be anywhere from 14.6 to 24 at the most extreme, but more realistically he's somewhere between 16.6 and 18.

And that's not even counting the thousand years that he's lived since then!

And that's all I've got to say about that 🙏🙏🙏🙏

(EDIT: Follow-up post with additional evidence here.) EDIT 2: I've seen a lot of people talking about the page Kui drew talking about elven earmuffs. It's considered just barely okay for Pattadol to wear them, but it's ok for Thistle to wear them... In which case I'd say Thistle could be any age younger than 83. That's handy as it knocks out some of the older ages!

So in that case Thistle's age is between 73 years old and 82, which makes him developmentally between 14.6 and 16.4!

[pocket-watcher]

Everyone simply adored Daniel.

From his perfectly charming smile to his deep brown eyes to the way his hair seemed to always fall perfectly, even when he’d just spent the last hour out for a run.

Stupid Daniel with his gorgeous face.

How could they not see?!

The hatred started when you’d noticed he never actually said anything of use.

Once you’d listened (or tried to, through the door) for 40 minutes as he talked the downstairs neighbour around and around in circles about a noise complaint.

“I’m so deeply sorry.” He’d said. “It’s so difficult for me to think of how you must be feeling. You don’t want to be mad at me, do you? I just hate that sinking feeling I get when someone is mad at me. Just relax. I’m sure we can work something out…”

The conversation ultimately ending up with the neighbour apologising to Daniel.

Then there was the constant sex noises.

Stretched out moans, slowly ramping up and down and up and down, teasing his partner to the edge before bringing them right back again.

It was as if Daniel’s dick was a gift from God.

You found yourself wishing he was into BDSM so he’d gag whoever he had in there. No sex is that good, you thought.

It had been easy to avoid him and his infuriating-ness. Until now.

You stared down at your doormat at the tiny little note scrawled in thick black ink “LEFT WITH NEIGHBOUR”.

Of course it had.

It had been a long day at work. You were exhausted, and all you wanted was for you and your package to be left alone.

Away from the rhythmic thudding and moans from next door. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Away from Daniel.

You didn’t even wait for him and whoever he had in there to finish. In a huff you slammed your fist against his door.

The orgasmic moans echoed for a moment, and then shuffling was heard. The door opened.

Now, you’d expected the door to open just enough for a conversation. A tiny crack. After all, every tenant in the building knew what had just been happening, so you’d expected some shame.

But this was Daniel.

He swung the door full-force open, shirtless, bed head, and a very revealing half-askew boxers.

“…Yes?”

You cleared your throat and willed your face to turn back to its original, not flushed colour.

“You have a package for me.” You said, looking down at the floor.

He followed your gaze but looked between his legs instead.

“Do I?” He teased, before turning to retrieve the box.

“Y-You should keep it down, you know.” You found the courage to say.

“Sorry about that.” He laughed, handing you the package, your fingers touching his.

“Y-Yeah, well…”

“You’re welcome to join if you’re feeling left out.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes.

You angrily looked for signs of joking on his face. When you didn’t find any, you exploded.

“And what makes you think I’d want to do that?!”

“Oh… nothing.” Your eyes trail down his abs towards-

You shake the thought out of your head.

“I just have this thing about me, you know? I tend to draw people in.” He comments. “I don’t know if it’s my eyes that you could get lost in, or how you imagine my hands on your chest pushing you down onto the bed, or maybe it’s the way my words just push every rational thought out of that pretty head of yours…”

You realised your mouth was open slightly. You snapped your gaze away from his eyes, then his lips, and then his boxers.

Fuck.

It was like his body was magnetic. You felt your legs heavily moving towards him, the rational part of your brain sinking back for something else to take over.

What’s worse, you felt yourself drooling.

“There’s just something so alluring, isn’t there? The mystery of the unknown. That constant sound. Don’t you want to experience bliss like that?” He asked you.

Your anger had faded. Your mind, a puddle, melted by that look in his eyes.

He was growing taller. No. Your knees were buckling. Sinking. You were kneeling in front of him. Your mind a constant flow of his voice. Sink. Kneel. Obey. Drop.

Your eyes looked up at him. Glossy. Blank.

“Why don’t you come inside.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a command.

[tarottsi]

blood helps roses grow in winter —Retired! Simon Riley & sunshine reader

nsfw | bloody injuries | s.a | hurt/comfort | corruption

retired! simon riley who lives in this one mattress on the floor, barely maintained apartment. he’s not to keen on upgrading on new furniture. it won’t rid of the nightmares. it won’t rid him of the mind throbbing headaches. the only good part of living here, instead of settling in some quiet country side, was his neighbor.

if sunshine was a person, it would be you. those warm smiles. the way you walk with a cool breeze in every step. the way you laugh like flowers could bloom at every note. he was one of the many people who appreciates your presence. neighbors from other floors make it a habit to greet you in the morning as you head for a jog.

retired! simon riley who goes for a jog too. not in a stalker way (he tells himself). you just head on the same direction, same time, same place, as him. always. and you’re either stupid to not notice a bulky 6’4ft man behind you, or you know that it’s him so you feel safe.

it’s always those cute baby pink jogger clothes too. the sun cap with a floral design. and you move with a spring on your step towards the city park. towards the pink bushes of hydrangeas by the benches near the lake, almost everyday like clockwork. she caught him one time, his hands on his knees as the years of life threatening mission took a toll on his body. you slowed down to the same pace as him, making sure they could reach the peak of the hill together.

“do you want some water?” you offer to him. the sun on your back was the hallo glowing from your ethereal kindness. he took the bottle. taking the chance to place his lips where you places yours. an indirect kiss, he prays.

from then on, they would head to the park. side by side, he can see that you aren’t as young a you look. the crows feet and wrinkles on your skin were proof of the earth’s toll on you. the angelic image he made was shattered. you were human. you had flesh he can sink his teeth into. bits and bits of you, he loved the more as he could connect himself with you.

and he saw the signs clearly one early morning in the late december frost. the days were getting shorter, while more and more people yearned for the warmth of the flesh. he wasn’t meant to see it, the rose colored lenses he wore turned cherry red as he saw you on top of a man, heaving and bruised.

swing after swing, the flowers in your sun cap was drenched from the man’s blood. your fist curled in perfect form. a single tooth sent flying, making you turn to see simon. your eyes widened as you lay over the criminal as a champion.

the pink top simon liked was torn from your shoulder, an evidence of a fight or the man under had dragged you by the shoulder to the the alley.

and before realization hits you, that you had toppled a man taller than your size. simon picks you up to ease you from the traumatic incident. he scans you from head to toe, asking when, where, who, and why this as happened (an s.o.p habit of his as a soldier) before he calms you down. breath in. breath out.

you had five light puncture wounds from your shoulders. you were shaking from both the cold and fear after being assaulted, but you held your ground.

nothing makes him love you more than to see you marred, reliant and vicious. the same image only sinners like him could adore.

a/n: i love to see more of older y/n in fics. y/n here is in the mid-30’s and simon in his mid 40’s. oh yeah, blood actually helps roses grow but it can only be done once or twice a year (during winter!). any more than that and it harms the roses.

[idontknowreallyidontcare]

KÖNIG HC’S FOR MY KÖNIG GIRLS.

- I HC him as being definitely taller than your average man, but not his fanon height. Many people go with the narrative that he’s 6’10/2m 08cm’s, for what I understood this is a made up data, nowhere is it specified that he’s actually 6’10, so what I actually assign him is a height of 6’7, we know how Ghost is somewhere between 6’4/6’5 which it’s still pretty tall (1,89 cm), but we also know by comparing the models, that König is a bit taller, so I am kind of basing his height on this difference between him and Ghost. Also, knowing he could not be a sniper because of his height motivates me even more to think that he is indeed a guy bigger than your average. Again, it’s a personal HC, may or may not be shared, it’s not a canon attribute.

- As I already specified in some of my other posts, I view him as a clean individual, in a sense than he has a routine and will try to maintain it even on duty. Being at the barracks will not obstruct his routine, he washes his hair with shampoo and conditioner, he uses a particular face soap, made for his type of skin, and he uses body lotion instead of a bar of soap. It has to be said that he wasn’t always this organized, for example, thanks to you he got to buy the face wash that he now brings everywhere he goes, you kinda talked to him about using a bar of soap for all the body and explained to him how unhygienic was to use the same towel for face, body and cock/ass, because despite you being ‘clean’ after the shower, you’re still dragging bacteria form around your body onto your face and hair, overall you kinda motivated him to uplift his already good habits. He sometimes lets you do his skincare too, and when he remembers, he will actually put some face cream on. He’s still a bit fearful of coming as not very masculine, but you’re making him work on it, so he can accept that taking care of himself will never be a turn down for you, not when he’s already so hot for his age, he better maintain himself!

- Another critical point about our Köni is his age. We have a vague idea of how old he could be, many HC’ing him from 35 to late 40’s. My guess is he could be somewhere between 38 and 43, I do prefer him as a 39/40 years grandpa tho. Again, personal HC, do not take it as canon! I’d be happy honestly if they would reveal his age, probably because no matter what, I’d still simp even if he turned out to be 50 years lmaooooo.

- Yes, he does come from a village in the country side, but he did join military pretty young, so I HC him as being actually a pretty open minded individual. Remember he gets to work with technology every day, he knows what’s going on around the world, and him joining young actually was a benefit, because he got to form his own opinions in a place that welcomed every kind of human beings. He didn’t get to grow up from the hate he received at school so he kind of escaped a life where he could’ve easy became what we call an inc€l today. He grew some balls, got his priorities right. He was for sure subjected to some kind of morally wrong opinions that grew into him, that’s why you’re spending time on him, being patient and trying to explain to him many things he considered undeniable reality until he meet you. The classic ones are: males should not cry because only girls do, women can work but they would be better at home, men don’t pay attention to their physical appearance that’s for feminine boys, and many similar things. He’s slowly getting out of his habits, and you’re proud of him.

- Listen, people have mixed feelings about this one but imma say it, aside from shipping and all, König is not and will never be Homophobic. He does not have any problem with lgbt+ nor is he disturbed by couples openly showing affection in his presence. Early access to internet and a very religious family could have created the worst possible outcome for him, but he was never big into religion, already redeeming it a waste of time at a young age, but still attending church because of his mom. He knows some recruits are openly gay, he doesn’t see a problem nor does it bother him knowing he could be someone’s crush. Now I do HC him as completely straight, but again it’s MY way of imagining König, I still think that in an orgy or threesome with reader, if he trusts the other male part, he would not be against having their cocks in the same hole, rubbing against each other, or in general he would not be against having some skin to skin contact with another male because at the end he does it because it only benefits you.

- He is a perverted dog, not only because he is ‘old’ and has fucked young girls (not minors! He is not morally fucked up like that), or generally his sexual history is pretty normal for a man that age, he was just always eager to see, learn and search for what he felt was exciting to him. He had threesomes before us, he has sex, he did many things that gave him the skills and experience he’s been using on us, but yes overall I HC him as being the one that always had a porn journal under his pillow, he would even lend them around the barracks.

- He loves pussy. He eats it for HIS own pleasure okay? He would die between your legs. He cums only by eating you out. He gets drunk on pussy. Pussy is what he lives for. He’ll never die on field, living purely out of spite, because he’ll no! What do you mean he’s never gonna enjoy your pussy again if he dies! ABSOLUTELY NOT! He’ll get home, beaten, cut, stabbed, whatever, but he’ll be home to you, and he will lick your pussy for the rest of the night saying “this what’s keeping me alive honey”. And truth is you can’t deny it to him, because it’s so good, no matter the circumstances, it always brings him back home.

[headspace-hotel]

so my quest now is to get Arundinaria federally listed as endangered because I think the evidence is highly compelling

it's declined to less than 2% of its original range

it used to be a keystone species in an ecosystem that included Bachman's warbler, passenger pigeons and Carolina parakeets, all extinct now

Currently canebrakes are major habitat for several endangered or critically endangered plants including Venus flytraps and Alabama canebrake pitcher plants

it grows in large clonal colonies and reproduces sexually only every 30-40 years. this means that existing genetic diversity could be incredibly low.

(Personal observation) very, very few existing examples of rivercane are large, robust, and healthy canebrakes. like, most photos and observations I can find are of little, twiggy canes growing as part of the underbrush in a forest.

My canebrake has no canes that look like that. The shortest canes are 4-6 feet tall. But it's not declining—it's healthy looking and on the ground there are tiny sprouts nudging up from the rhizomes. ALSO. I found an old photo of the canebrake, from June 2020. It was like. Half the size. I am certain the river cane was not this tall and striking in the spring. I go on walks daily in the neighborhood; I would have noticed it.

I hypothesize that as a canebrake expands and matures, its growth rate increases, so a "mature" canebrake can shoot up 6+ foot canes in a single growing season. Existing research by the few organizations working on canebrake conservation states that after a controlled burn, canes resprout very rapidly from the rhizome system, growing as fast as 1.5 inches a day. Historical records attest that river cane reached 30 or even 45+ feet tall, but there is like, one photo online in existence of cane taller than 15 feet.

What this means is that almost all remaining river cane is in incredibly poor condition, basically existing in a weak immature state. "Maturity" for river cane means a large clonal colony, not a few sparse sticks in the undergrowth. The fact that this plant grows in large clonal colonies is key—if no mature, healthy colonies exist in an area, the plant is almost functionally extinct.

With the rate of development and clearing of land compared next to river cane's slow flowering schedule, it's likely that many clonal colonies are eradicated without ever flowering, meaning that genetic diversity is almost certainly dropping.

Rivercane is dependent on human management via regular controlled burns to thrive. This is not a species that will recover if simply left to itself—if an area of land is left to reforest, the cane will be outcompeted. If it is grazed by cattle, it will be destroyed.

It is already listed as endangered in a couple states

i'm going back to my volunteer job soon, I will bring this proposal, I already know the head forester and ecologist are interested, and i'll be gathering contacts

[elitesheepi]

It's always canon-age Zutara or old people Zutara, what about middle-aged Zutara huh?

Mid-40s Zutara reconnecting with each other again after both of their kids had left the house and Zuko. Katara traveling the world again and finding herself in the company of her old friend she's spent too long not seeing.

His hair's gotten longer, she aged gracefully while having a cute wrinkle to her smile.

He's planning to abdicate the throne soon, so he's way more relaxed than she's seen him be in years. He's still hot-headed and awkward, she's still picks at him to eat and sleep properly. She tells him to not fuss over her, he tells her she looks just as beautiful as he last remembered.

Her hair is turning grey, his beard already has plenty of greys. She teases him and calls him a silver fox-wolf. He tells her she resembles a pearl.

There's a full moon and she's dragging him to dance with her near the turtleduck pond. She hasn't danced like this in years, he hasn't danced at all. "Too busy being with...fire lord...duties" he lies. Fire lord duties that involved galas and many times she saw him standing to the side like the awkward turtleduck he was. Many times she wanted to grab his hands and pull him with her to the center of the room and guide him in a dance. Wouldn't be a good look for the Avatar's wife to do that though, wouldn't it? She regretted the many years she spent not doing it. Hopefully tonight makes up for it.

His hands are rough and firm, decades if writing documents and firebending left their mark. Her's are smooth like a stone left in a river, all hard edges smoothed away with him. Dedication to being a healer will do that. Any knicks from cooking or remnants of raising a ramboncious child gone in the second she touched water. Here, there fingers curl within each others and hold onto each other tight--what are they so afraid of? Nothing can make them let go.

They dance in small circles as the moon highlight every wrinkled smile and crow's feet on their faces. Despite her jokes about the white in his hairs from raising a indignant and stubborn Izumi, he's just as handsom as she remebered. Even more handsome actually. She tucks the loose hair from his face and tries not to blush as he kisses her palm. What is she, a teenager? A teenage girl standing in the kitchen with him on Ember Island and trying not to let his prescence alone stop her from cutting the mangos he got from the market. That fails when she knicks her finger and he grasps her hand to kiss away the crimson blood flowing bubbling from the little cut.

The squeak she let out at the time was hilariously embarassing. Her hand was yanked away and she shoved it into the collected water in the sink. In seconds, the cut was gone. His face matched his shirt, she kept her eyes firming on the fruit and hoped he couldn't see how she kept looking at him from the corner of her eye.

Later that night, she smothered her face in the pillow as her traitorous brain forced her to remeber the feel of his lips on her skin. (Finger skin, but skin nonetheless.)

"I panicked," he explains, refusing to look her in the eye, and raspy voiced sounding pained with self-cringe, "I didn't think--I hoped you wouldn't remeber that."

She laughs and lets go of his firm, hard hand to hold his face. Her thumb touches the edges of the scar. Katara feels the chills of the crystal catacombs all over again. She pushes that away though. That was decades ago. This is now.

"I did," Katara replies with a smile. The tips of her feet allow her only so much height. Curse the sands of time for allowing him to grow even taller while she remained only a couple of inches away from the height of her teenage self.

"Are you feeling panicky now?" She asks once she finds her balance with her arms slung around her neck and his hands keeping her steady on her waist.

That golden colored eye widens before narrowing down as he bore deep into her sapphire eyes. Like before, he said nothing as he leaned down and kissed away. His lips on her's, her hand tangled in his long hair, only Yue is their witness to their clandestine reunion.

30 years. It took 30 years, two marriages, a couple children before they found each other again.

[medu-nefer]

y'all seemed to quite like the little crocheted ruthari (TY 💘) so i thought maybe some of you would be interested in a few close-ups 👀

(i added some crocheter rambling so feel free to just click on the photo and swipe to skip all that)

i also throught perhaps @careful-silent-still and @hypherr would like to see them too? 👉👈

so. first up, runaan. he has wire inside so he has some degree of movement, but he's also quite stuffed and the movement is unfortunately limited

i've been crocheting for a year, so the idea of coming up with my own patterns for his clothes was terrifying. therefore, i ended up doing just his boots, pants and the vest (it's hot in the silvergrove this time of the year, he doesn't need the shirt or the coat 😅), plus of course the horn cuffs. all accesories are removable of course. the original idea for the pendant was for it to be just one strand with a loop at the end but it didn't look good at all so i switched to something way simpler and more effective)

i suck at embroidery and i hate it but what can you do 🫠

so i made runaan first and he was going to be a little birthday gift to myself, but ofc it'd be criminal to make only him and the plan has always been to make him a little ethari too. i finished him on the 5th so i guess it all ended up being a gift for him 🤣

once i saw his turnarounds, though, it took me quite some time to hype myself up to actually start making him, because it's so many different clothes with no existing patterns and they're all so detailed (runaan's were too but i had gained some confidence while making him and wanted to work on ethari properly) 😩 still, i somehow did it.

i did change the flap of fabric hanging from his belt as i had no way of making a smooth ombre transition from purple to dark turquoise like he actually has it - so instead of 2 jarring colours, it's 4 jarring colours 😂 and i also didn't do the embroidery on that part and it made me very happy - especially since there was plenty of embroidery i couldn't skip

and just like with runaan, all of his articles of clothing are removable (the flap is sewn onto the belt, and the green patches are sewn onto the boots but other than that, everything is separate)

there is, however, one issue 😅 i think it stems from a couple of choices i made: 1. i used a different, slightly thicker type of yarn for ethari's body than i did for runaan; 2. i used a 3,0 mm hook instead of 2,5 mm; and 3. i messed up the patterns for ethari's limbs (i did them in rounds instead of rows; it was late and i was tired and by the time i realised that, i was on the 3rd one & couldn't be bothered to scrap them all - which i probably should have done XD oh well).

the first 2 choices were deliberate as ethari is canonically a little bit taller than runaan, but umm...

let's just assume elves grow until they're 40 or so, and so after 2 years in the coin, runaan stayed behind 😅

oh, and i also wanted them to be able to hold hands so they have magnets in their hands but in the end, they weren't strong enough to still work through two layers of yarn ☹️ i guess i could still use a little clasp but we'll see about that

so yeah. here they are 😊

P.S. please enjoy runaan at his baby yoda phase:

[underoospeterparker]

You feel uncomfortable with an old guy staring at you too long on the train - luckily, remus is with you

Warnings: pedophilia, comfort, crying, fear, swearing, angry rem, a little violence (shoving), angst with comfort

You were on your way home with Rem after a long, tiring day. The train was packed, as per usual, and you could barely keep your eyes open. You had managed to get two seats, and you were squished between your boyfriend and the wall.

You weren't paying that much attention to your surroundings, only fidgeting with Remus's fingers as you always did. He was used to it by now. Knowing you needed him after a long day was rewarding and he loved taking care of you.

However, you were starting to notice a pair of eyes on you that weren't Remus's. You immediately felt wide awake, alert to everything that was going on around you. You turned your head from the window to the row of seats opposite you, and saw an old man, around the age of 40, you assumed.

He smiled at you, his teeth stained yellow and chipped badly. His face was covered with facial hair, a black beard covering his mouth and chin. You started to grow very uncomfortable, trying your best not to look at him.

Remus, being very perceptive, had noticed your change in demeanour. He placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing gently. Using his other hand, he placed a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. You looked at him, your eyes filled with fear.

"What's wrong, princess?" he asked quietly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "You okay?"

You buried your head into his shoulder, trying to hide yourself from the frightening old man. "'m scared, Rem," you whispered.

Remus straightened, already in protective mode. "Why are you scared, baby?"

"The old man over there," you murmured.

Your boyfriend turned his head to the seats opposite you and noticed the man. He was staring at you, paying no attention to Remus.

The stranger then winked at you, gesturing for you to come sit next to him, as there was an empty seat. You shook your head quickly as a refusal and looked up at Remus, whose angry eyes met yours, softening when he saw the petrified look on your face. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm not going to let him touch you."

You nodded, but in the corner of your eye, you saw the man getting up from his seat. He was walking towards you and Remus, and he reached out to you. Shrinking away from him, you realised that Remus was standing up.

He was much taller than the man, towering over him. "Don't you ever fucking come near my girlfriend again, or I swear to god, i'll kill you and I won't regret it," Remus said angrily. The whole train was now staring at the two of them. "Get off the train." The man didn't move until Remus shoved him. "Now."

The older man didn't spare you a glance as he practically ran off the train, frightened by Remus's antics.

Your boyfriend turned around to look at you, hiding in a corner. Your panic-stricken eyes met his. You weren't scared of Remus, because you knew he was only protecting you. You were only scared of what might have happened if your boyfriend hadn't been there.

His angry gaze diminished and his brown eyes looked worried. Sitting back down, he asked gently, "can i touch you?"

You bobbed your head up and down, tears already staining your cheeks. Remus engulfed you in his arms and you fell into him, sobbing quietly. His hand came up to cup the back of your head, stroking your hair gently.

"Shhh," he cooed into your ear. "It's okay, i've got you. You're safe with me, princess." You whimpered softly in response and his heart broke. It physically hurt him to see you scared, let alone upset. He promised himself to go with you on the train next time, just to make sure you were okay.

He peppered kisses on your forehead, murmuring sweet, comforting nothings that made you feel safe in his arms. He then moved back a little, reaching up to hold your face in his hands.

"I'm here, okay? Whenever you need me. 'm always gonna be here."

[joanofexys]

hi i know absolutely nothing about anything dc related but i would love to hear about your ocs if you'd like to share (and if you'd like to wait for someone who knows dc to talk to about them that's absolutely chill i just think your characters are cool & that there's no harm in mentioning im interested haha)

HI YAY THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABT THEM

okay so real quick

Harlowe Wayne:

She/her, lesbian

Blind with some light perception

Minorly enhanced senses

6’0

Ellis Wayne:

He/him, unlabeled, aspec

Glasgow smile scarring

6’2

The two of them are basically copy and paste of Bruce Wayne appearance wise. Ellis is easily mistaken for his father if people don’t notice the scars. And Harlowe often takes over as the Bat when Bruce is out of Gotham because she’s built like a brick wall and with a vocal modulator she can easily pass as Batman

They’re the eldest of all the Wayne children (despite him having 10 million kids jfc) and because there has to be a little bit of projection in everything, Bruce was a teenager when the twins were born (which also leaves them growing up pre-Batman and seeing Bruce create the hero which I’ve had fun with). Typically with the timelines I go for Bruce is usually in his 40s which puts the twins in their 30’s most of the time (sometimes late 20’s).

Harlowe went blind at 13 and can perceive light and shadow, and a few years later at 15 an accident enhances her other senses slightly though her sight worsens

At 16 Ellis is the target of one of the Joker’s attacks where a permanent smile is carved onto his face. Out of all the Wayne’s/Bat’s Ellis becomes the most frequently targeted for his civilian identity, while he’s rarely targeted when he’s out acting as a vigilante. Scarecrow takes a particular interest in him which leads to a lot of fear toxin being used on him, he develops not exactly an immunity to it but a less severe response, he’s less likely to hallucinate or experience true fear unless in high doses and insteads becomes restless and irritable until the toxin has worn off.

Harlowe becomes a lawyer and works for Wayne Enterprises for awhile. Ellis’ focus tends to be engineering and tech though he doesn’t exactly have a steady job and spends a lot of time travelling. As adults the twins actually tend to go long periods of time without seeing or even contacting each other even though they might be more consistent with their siblings (not because of a lack of care or closeness it’s just something they don’t tend to think about).

Harlowe takes after Bruce even when she’s not in the suit and as a vigilante she’s known to be brutal but she has an inflexible moral code. When she’s not working as Batman she tends to stick to smaller areas of the city and doesn’t focus on the big rogues, people know she’s pretty reliable to seek out because she usually can take the time out of her patrol to help people as needed.

Ellis has a much more flexible moral code and could probably be convinced to kill if given enough evidence it was necessary or the lesser of two evils. His constant traveling has the added advantage of him being able to track criminals and organizations for long periods of time and that tends to be where his focus is. He can get very single minded about things and can struggle to tear away from an ongoing mission to work on another one or to help people.

Ellis is 3 minutes older and it doesn’t really matter until they’re arguing and suddenly it really matters (he’s taller AND older so obviously she has to listen to him). They’re both bossy little shits but Harlowe at least knows how to work with a team, Ellis will try his best but that same flaw with being narrow minded can cause problems and he’s not much of a team player.

Ellis somehow ends up the most emotionally intelligent one here against all odds and he’s the most likely to reluctantly sit down and actually talk about his feelings.

Harlowe’s the most likely to actually acknowledge her injuries and take at least most of the proper time to rest and heal rather than pushing herself the next day

Uhhhhhh I have other stuff to say about them I’m sure but I’m blanking now so that’s a little bit about my babies

[multbasa]

Tears of the Kingdom confirms that 100 years old is about middle age for Zora which is perfectly in line with what information we had been given in BotW regarding Zora age and growth.

Rivan was the only Zora to give a concrete age being "over 130" and claimed that he and Link swam together as childhood friends when Link stayed at the Domain along with the rest of the "Big Bad Bazz Brigade".

"Well, it has been 100 years since then. And now I'm over 130 years old..." / "We used to swim together when I was but a child... Remember?" –Rivan

Furthermore, Rivan has a daughter named Dunma who was very adamant about being not yet 100 years old. She claims that she doesn't speak like those over 100, and now in TotK, another Zora mentions that Zora over middle age of 100 speak differently, more "eloquently".

"We Zora tend to speak more eloquently after reaching middle age." / "I hope that when I reach 100 years, I will also speak as beautifully as our elders. Unless that is too...OLD-fashioned, heh." –Fronk (TotK)

[edit: I got the quote off my Switch after work]

It's hard for me to tell in English, so I can't tell whether Dunma has changed her manner of speech which could suggest she is now 100 years old—she didn't seem that far from the milestone in BotW.

"*sigh* Let's just say I'm less than 100 years old. Can't you tell?" –Dunma

So we can get a good picture of Zora age to maturity with Rivan: he was over 130 in BotW, his daughter was under 100 meaning that he conceived her in his 30s to 40s which suggests that full Zora adulthood is about that age like adult humans hitting about 20 years old. For simplicity, I assume Hylian 20 is about Zora 40.

We can use Rivan to determine how old he was when he called himself a child using Link's age. I assumed that Link was younger than Zelda at first because he is so short, but it turns out he is older since Paya's age was actually influenced by Link so that there be a character around his age:

"Initially, Paya was to be a very young girl, but due to a lack of girls around Link's age in the world, she was changed to be a young woman between 18 and 20 years old." –Creating a Champion

So I will assume Link is about 19 for simplicity.

If Link was 19 during the Calamity and was 4 when he first arrived at the Domain, then 15 years ago, Rivan who was (approximately) 35 during the Calamity would have been 20 years old. Considering that he was approaching 40 when he had Dunma, 20 years old for Zora may align with Hylians at 10 years old.

Since Rivan belonged to a group of friends along with Link, they were probably around a similar age. That includes Gaddison and Bazz in the "Big Bad Bazz Brigade"

"I must ask something of you, traveler. If you know it, speak it now. What is the Big Bad Bazz Brigade password? Fluffy white clouds! Clear blue..." [Zora] "Yes! There is no mistaking it! You are, indeed, the real Master Link!" / "[It's true.] I knew it! The only people who know that password are members of the Big Bad Bazz Brigade!" –Bazz

I will also include that Mipha died very young for a Zora since her spear is meant to accentuate her youth being taller than she is. Her short hight is a large part of it, but did you know that initially the adult Zora were meant to lose their tailfin? In the Creating a Champion book, the standard adult Zora design doesn't have a tailfin and their is a comment on the child Zora concept art states that all child Zora have the tailfin "like Mipha". This tailfin detail was not kept since all the Zora have tailfins in the game probably because their bare butts look pretty funny, haha.

Since Rivan had a child in his 30s-40s quite soon after Calamity while Mipha was still so short, it seems that she was younger than Rivan.

It's hard to put a number on Mipha's age since we don't know when Zora hit that "growth spurt", but it is safe to say that she is in the middle of that growth. She did say that Link always seemed to grow a lot faster than she did, so this growth that she is going through isn't very fast compared to Hylians.

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I would like to mention the elder Zora especially Dorephan who was incorrectly depicted in Age of Calamity. Age of Calamity simply reuses his model from BotW, but it is wildly inaccurate to how he is described 100 years ago in BotW.

The elder Zora seen in BotW were in their prime during the Calamity 100 years ago. Their generation was the one defending the Domain at the time, and Dorephan was described fighting a Guardian some time after the Calamity which resulted in his forehead scar seen in BotW. This event is stated to have happened 100 years after he became king and since Sidon appears to be taking on that title in TotK (I haven't finished the Domain, so this was gleamed from his appearance in the last trailer), then it may be safe to assume that Dorephan was about a similar age to Sidon when he became king being over 100 years old (middle aged).

"Around 100 years after King Dorephan ascended to the throne, a stray Guardian crossed Upland Zorana into our domain." / "You can still see the scar he earned that day on his forehead—a token of his triumph." –History of the Zora, Addendum 1

Rivan is yet again a good example of Zora age and maturity since his father Trello is in BotW and is wrinkled and old like the other elders while he and his daughter look quite similar in age.

This shows that Dorephan who is part of the same generation as Trello would not be so old 100 years ago like he was depicted in AoC—with that forehead scar no less. (I liked AoC but this detail irritates me)

Considering the info available to us in BotW and TotK, Dorephan is likely over 200 and is in his elder years. It is safe to assume that Zora pass away before reaching 300.

So there you have it, an analysis on Zora age and maturity. They are still considered children in their 20s while they reach maturity around 40, they are middle aged at 100 and die of age before 300.

[sparkles-and-trash]

🧵 health, ableism ++

Yesterday a doctor, a seasoned guy who’s worked 40+ years, told me the reason I’ve met so much resistance with the health system;

Here, the doctors see you as «a waste of reasources» after three spinal/back related related surgeries.

I was 19 when I reached their limit.

They deemed me a lost cause at 19, years old.

The reason I had those two extra surgeries after the first, big one?

The healthcare system trying to save money.

Today, everyone who gets a scoliosis surgery like mine gets titanium right away.

When I was 13, got made 7 cm taller, got two rods and 20 bolts drilled into my spine, it was just steel.

I had a violent reaction that turned to all of this getting infected and that worsened until I was 16, when they finally made the switch to titanium.

But by then it was too late, and the infection got worse as it returned, and at 19 I had to have it all removed, which is high risk and still scary.

My spine is so fragile and fucked up now.

This all turned into other issues, and since then I have been diagnosed with chronic migraines, lupus, pcos, and endometriosis.

The first one is the only one I’ve been offered any long lasting treatment for, and now it makes sense.

After a lot of fighting I am now getting surgery for my endo, but that took years of work.

And now I know why.

Lupus is a serious fucking condition.

They all are, but if one of them is gonna kill me anytime soon, chances are the lupus will do the job.

But the only treatment they’re willing to offer at this time is pain management.

Maybe, when, not if, when, I get worse they’ll try something else, but probably not.

Because I’m a lost cause, a moneypit, a person beyond the hope of rehabilitating enough to help society.

But I’m still a person.

I deserve a life, and I know I, even if a wreck, can do little things to make others happy.

Make a little bit of change.

A disabled friend once told me he’s so tired of having to be either a hero or a tragedy to able bodies people.

Because sometimes, we’re both. Or neither. And that’s okay.

We are so much more than ableism wants us to be.

I’m not even sure what I wanted to say with this, other than the fact that I know talking about these things are the only ways things change, that people open their eyes, and that we can grow together.

Thank you so, so much if you read all of this.

Thank you ♥️

[doingbackflipsonit11]

It's about that time to talk at y'all 😁. Me and the council (the voices and @stinkass0) have made CoD OCs. I'll introduce you to my Self-Insert (I'm a narcissist leave me alone) in this post bc I need to YAP.

Who is this Self-Insert?

Benny Bordeaux

Call Sign: BEE

25 (Born 2047)

6'4

French 🇫🇷

Gay

Preface

-Benny is part of the Special Ops Team in the year 2072. This team is composed of many different people from many different walks of life but with one thing keeping them together. They each have been victims of an extreme war against a large terrorist organization. They have been injured and have had to have parts of their bodies replaced with Bionic replacements that enhance their abilities and make them super soldiers. This team now travels by Helicarrier to provide relief to targets of the terrorist group, perform recon/gather Intel on the terrorist group, and attack the terrorist group in major ways.

Why is Benny on the Team?

-Before we can dig into how Benny got on this team, I need to preface with the amount of War Crimes in this world. It's a lot. The use of robots and mechanical engineering has become huge and one of these is the Nanobot called the Blinding Elimination Explosive (BEE). The BEE is a robot the size of a horse pill with the structure of an actual bee. They are filled with miniature bits of shrapnel and an exploding device. The user is intended to throw a couple of BEEs at their target and the BEE will do the rest. It will fly toward their face and detonate, causing the target to go blind and leaving them vulnerable for a kill if they aren't already dead (it's fucked, I know.)

Benny's Early Life

- Benny was the son of a French mother and American (Deaf) father. He grew up in Villeurbanne, France with his two parents for years. His family consisted of Benny (himself), His mother, His father, and his grandmother (Mom's Side). Growing up, his mother and father both worked full-time jobs so his grandmother would watch him and tell him stories of her son (Benny's Uncle) who was lost at war in 2024 (This character is one of stinkass0's). This inspired and scared Benny at the same time. He wanted to do something great for the world but he didn't want to leave his family behind like his Uncle did years ago. As years went by, Benny sprouted up and was taller than almost everyone else in his family (Much like his Uncle was) and played Rugby with school, even gaining scholarships to play at a Private school that boosted his education. There he took a medicine course and balanced his time learning and playing (It didn't last long 🤭)

Shit Hits The Fan

It was a couple of days after his 15th birthday when Benny was walking home from Rugby Practice when large bombs were dropped on the city by the terrorist group. This was the first attack in France, so they were not prepared. Benny raced through the rubble and destruction of the city to find his home destroyed. All hope he held out for his family being out of the house was squashed when he saw his Grandma's hand poking out from under the collapsed building. His family was gone. Benny was sent to a group home quickly after the incident occurred, there his documentation was lost and he was a nameless and unidentified person. He took this to do the only thing he could think of. He falsified many of his legal documents to make him legally 18 and enlisted in the Troupes de marine (French Marines). He gained a lot of training and on his fourth year enlisted he was sent on an Intel mission. It was him and a lot of other men his age that were sent on a boat to infiltrate and gain Intel on the terrorist group. They quickly learned that they were a distraction. 40 men versus a heavily guarded militaristic base. They were outnumbered and dropping like flies. Benny was fighting for his life, and managed to download the Intel needed for the mission onto a hard drive that he slipped into his pockets before being met face to face with a bag of BEEs.

A new face

When Benny woke up, it was like he was in a whole new world. He was in a comfortable bed on what he thought was a boat in the middle of the ocean. His head hurt and his eyes felt heavy. He slowly got out of his hospital bed and walked over to the mirror in his room. The shock and horror of finding out that your eyes were replaced and you have a giant scar where your skin used to be was not on Benny's bucket list. He scanned the room, his new eyes pointing out his charts. He reportedly had the casings of over 50 BEEs lodged in his skin and his eyes were completely gone. He was given a completely new set of bionic eyes that came with their own database of information that he could have with just a thought. Benny got dressed in clothes that were left on his bedside table and walked down the hallway of the boat, he then met with the members of the Special Ops Team. They got him accustomed (which was a bit of a struggle) and willing to 'Return the favor' to the company that paid for him to still be here today. Benny was assigned to be the Team's medic and he put his eyes to work, checking blood pressure and heart rate just by looking at someone, seeing stress levels by analyzing facial expressions, stitching wounds without even looking. Benny soon told the story to the rest of the team and they granted him the Call Sign of BEE, to show that he's taking it and making it part of him.

Close

So that's basically Benny's backstory and some info about him. If y'all want more just ask and I will totes be making a part two to this soon with more information on the rest of the team and Benny himself 😁 Thank y'all so much for reading this and letting me yap at all of you. Much love 🫶

[shadow-genesis-yay]

I forgot to post this after I finished it (even tho it was 3am when I did)

But here is Memory (alter) as he was growing up :3

(text in corner + beside 10yrs old Memmy)

6hrs old- smaller than average

3yrs old- taller than average/normal

10yrs old- mini Void + finding style (has one of Void's old ties)

15yrs old- chubby + muscular

21yrs old- idk but dayum 😍

40yrs+ - current

Some fun notes I can add cus Tumblr has basically an unlimited character amount:

Memmy has a beauty mark under the corner of his left eye, that at certain angles and distances, it looks like long eyelashes or eyeliner

In every age except 21 and above, Memory had a spirally piece of hair that later became less noticeable as it now follows his natural hair. When first created, he was originally gonna be named "Spiral Steve" by Void due to it, but later decided to wait for his powers to develop before setting a name in stone. Spiral is now Memory's middle name (for the Steve species I guess). His full name is Memory 'Spiral' Steve/NoirNova

His hair is naturally very curly, but he prefers to keep it straightened, as it looks less tangled when he has his hair down since it goes past his tail bone and to his knees. He also had some small freckles that faded over time

When Memory was finding his style at the age of 10, he found one of Void's old ties and asked Void for help putting it on. Memory at the time didn't like the feel of it around his neck, so he just had it kind of hanging down. Memory later got a bunch of Voids old ties (and suits) and now has them as his own. Void got very emotional when Memory was growing up and found a love for suit and ties, as while Memory still had yet to learn manners (for a 10, year old), he still had a lively and playful spirit.

Memory at 15, once becoming something of a young adult and growing more mature, he gained a small bit of weight. It didn't bother him and he just continued to work out normally for fun/to relax. He also slightly started growing his beard a bit.

Around being 15 is also when Memory gained a few permanent scars from a fight he doesn't like talking about, the most visible one being on his right cheek. (no, it was not against Void. It'd unintentionally be the opposite between them, as Memory has more muscle strength and agility than Void, and Void is slightly scared of it since Memory can cause a cave in with a singular kick [it does not hurt him])

At 21 he had a small change in appearance. One side of his hair was a side swept cut with the other side being shaved into a swirl. (A style similar to Venus McFlytrap from Monster High) and had eyeliner and a piercing near his lip on the right side. Along with wearing a suit vest instead of his current suit jacket. He also tried wine for the first time, and settled on red wine being his favorite

Around maybe his late 30's and going into his early 40's Memory later ditched the style he had, and became the current one he has now. His classic suit and tie, and hair in a specific ponytail to keep it shortened

[broodsys]

garden updateee (long post lmao)

peach tree first:

have harvested upwards of 50 peaches from it. have invited the neighbors to freely take peaches (don't think they have tho). have given peaches to my brother. so many are getting partly eaten by critters (i don't mind this)

probably have an additional 30-40 in the worm bin (partly eaten ones, gloopy ones, ones that were seriously damaged early on, etc)

ended up with two gallon bags full - and i mean full - of frozen peach slices and a good bit of peach sauce (well, i call it that, but it's really just cooked down/pureed peaches and a bit of sugar. it's good!)

could i have been more productive with it? yeah! however! wasn't expecting this at all! i cannot stress enough how much of a surprise this has been

after all the peaches have been harvested im gonna trim this poor tree down so hard. bc at present it isn't just bowing a bit under the weight, the main trunk goes up and up... and then starts coming sharply back down. roughly like so:

except with a lot more branches and all but yeah not actually drawing this lmao.

gonna try to espalier it a bit. there are lower branches that i'm going to be keeping and hopefully i can get some wire or something to give it some support, bc clearly during growing and harvest seasons it's gonna need that support. but i'm taking the height off... again, lmao. i've already done this!!!! it is growing so much

however, i think i know why. about midway through last year, we moved the worm bin over near it. and the worm bin has holes drilled in the bottom. so all those nutrients have been sinking into the soil and i think the peach tree was just like oh? nutrience? for me??? and went apeshit lmao

other garden news:

although i've mostly been talking about the peach tree, many things are going above and beyond. the rose bush out front is covered with rose hips that are probably about as wide as a half dollar? and it's grown to about halfway up the second floor. ridiculous. some of the canes are easily as wide as a quarter

we also have a grape. idk what type bc like the smartest person imaginable, i lost the tag. also i don't think it's ever gonna fruit but that is okay bc it is a sprawling beast and beautiful and it is sending vines up that are on the first floor roof

a lot of plants i have mostly to control temperatures indoors. so the rose bush covers the front of the house and some of the dark roof shingles, while the mystery tree and grape cover another part of the house. i was letting the peach tree get a bit taller to become a shade tree since it wasn't seeming to bear (but still not ridiculously tall!) but uh. A Mistake 😂

currently in the process of getting one of the many many manyyyy marionberry canes to root so that i can plant some in the backyard. it's very well established along the side yard and we get a ton of fruit from it, so why not just keep it going?

and we have a nectarine tree out back that's in its.... hmm. second or third year, but i think second. it's older than that, but in terms of being in our garden. so it's not bearing yet, no real surprise, and it's having some of the same issues the peach tree originally had, but the peach tree is no longer afflicted so i suspect the nectarine will end up okay as well

gonna be repositioning the metal gazebo frame (canvas top long since destroyed) into the center of the yard so that we can safely hang a new tarp from it and provide some central shade. looking forward to that, altho it'll be a lot of work. been using the water i saved up all during the rainy season and so far i still have a lot, which is nice - been doing a lot of water-wise planting and letting things get their own water and all. i've managed to keep the bucket pond going even tho the plastic is starting to crack and i'm dreading the eventual day the whole thing goes... sm life in there

but it's cracking bc the winters are getting so cold that the water freezes several inches down and expands, so it's like... rly tricky to deal with? debating about getting a solar powered water bubbler for it. just smth to keep the water moving a little bit and hopefully prevent it from freezing sm

i have mulched a tremendous amount this year, as i usually do. countless cardboard boxes - only plain ones, or ones with dyed parts removed, and always removing all the tape. forever trying to reuse stuff. there are still problem areas in the back and front yards, but some can't really be dealt with - like we have a lot of stray cats in the area and they sure do like to use yards as litter boxes 🙃like they're just gonna be here, it's a thing, but it does mean taking that into consideration wrt what/how we grow things

i keep getting frustrated and sad with how many things are dying out there but like. yeah. it's gonna happen. a) transplant shock is a thing, no matter how careful i try to be, b) it's hard to tell how heavily i should water things tbph, c) our soil is different all over the place, and the soil out front is very poor - which some things prefer! but definitely not all, and d) climate change. even hardy natives aren't necessarily hardy anymore, and over time native ranges seem to be shifting, so it's difficult

but i'm trying to not focus sm on what's dying and more on what's thriving, bc a bunch of stuff is :')