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palabraasinnecesarias · 1 month ago

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five times ranma didn’t say i love you and the one time he didn’t need to: (this was the time he didn't need to)

ao3 | ff.net | ship: ranma/akane | rating: general audience | words: 8,889

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Ranma and Akane throughout their relationship in which they wondered about each other, and the one time they didn’t need to anymore.

a/n: this is JUST the ending part of the longer fic btw [words: 2,331]

“Okay. Okay,” Akane released a deep breath as she closed her eyes, taking a moment to ease her mind and body as she sat with crossed legs atop her bed. “Just walk over to him. Mistletoe over his head, and then kiss him.” Right, as if it were that easy – otherwise she wouldn't be such a nervous wreck.

According to Nabiki, after talking to Auntie Saotome and Kasumi, they were to be wed by Spring. They, being she and Ranma, of course. She was fine with it, had come to terms with the whole situation long ago . All she had asked of her father and Auntie Saotome had been to wait after her university's graduation, which was up coming the following semester; they had fulfilled the end of their bargain by agreeing.

Naturally, after the misfortunes that came about their last attempted wedding so many years ago, this wedding would be hushed with only immediate family attending. Afterwards, at Auntie Saotome’s insistence, they’d throw a larger celebration to announce the union of both schools and families.

Ranma had trained all night at the dojo after the rest of their lives had been arranged that evening during dinner, as if it were another checked off task on the to-do list, and she had wondered if he was upset at her. Maybe not at her, but the whole ordeal. But then, it all continued as it was. He’d bump her when racing down the stairs at Kasumi’s call for dinner or battle as to who had first dibs on the bathroom when they’d reach it at the same time.

But then Nabiki asked, oh, how she had hated that damn question , “Have you two even kissed?” Of course not!

Their relationship had remained so normal, sometimes she’d forget the wedding was actually happening and she’d have to kiss him and live with him and introduce him as her husband. Although, she didn’t have to kiss him, but oh god did she want to. Making herself think about it, she didn’t want their official kiss to be on their wedding night.

Her cheeks flushed quickly, imitating variant berries as she cupped them, shaking her head embarrassingly just thinking about it – their wedding night.

Akane jumped slightly at the sudden knock at her door, starling her as she called for them to come in.

“Hey,” Ranma popped his head in, holding a mug steaming as he offered it to her, “Kasumi sends some hot chocolate. The climate’s dropping and she wants to keep us warm. Considering it’s almost Christmas, she insisted on hot chocolate,” he smirked, inviting himself to take a seat on the bed next to her.

She could feel the scrambling of her insides jumble and knot within her abdomen when she felt his shoulders press against hers. They were both wearing long sleeves, but nonetheless, their shoulders were touching. She took the mug from his hand, thanking him under her breath as she looked at the chocolate filled mug with a soft smile, feeling like such a child with a crush.

She held a tight grip on the handle, breathing in slowly and then breathing out slower. Just do it. Right? No, that wouldn’t be right. Also, Ranma would stop it before she even got close to him, considering his agility. Bad plan. Bad idea. She chewed her lower lip nervously.

“Everything alright?” His sudden inquiry pulled her out of thought, and she glanced up at him with one raised eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah. Why wouldn't it be?”

“Well, for starters,” he sighed rubbing his shoulder against hers, such familiarity cozying her further, and her smile only widen, “you have hot chocolate and haven’t taken a sip.”

He had noticed her distracted face as soon as he had walked in, unable to mask it as quickly as she would have wanted, and he was curious. Worried, too, but she didn’t need to know that.

“What if I wasn’t craving hot chocolate?” She joked with a cocked eyebrow, lifting the mug slowly to her lips to take a slow taste as to test how hot it was.

“You’re a dork.”

She only grinned.

Half done with her mug, Akane placed it on her desk, adjusting herself comfortably to be facing him rather than sitting sideways. They had sat together for quite some time, chatting, and one topic led to another and now they were discussing how pressing and overindulged his mother was. Something she was glad they could both agree on.

“If it was up to your mom, we’d be getting married tomorrow,” Akane grinned at the absurdity of it all. It felt incongruous sitting together knowing they’d to be married in just four months when they hadn’t even officially kissed yet . Yet impling that the moment was to come, and what better time than the present, right? She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about it, their nonexistent kiss, but he was right there and she was sitting so close. She could just lean foward, and maybe he’d allow it.

Maybe he wanted to kiss her, too.

Her laughter decreased softly, clearing her throat as she watched the pigtail wearing man drag the palm of his hands up and down his face with seemingly frustration.

“I know, I know,” he replied, a sigh of his own before looking over at her, noticing the intense stare she was offering. One that told him she was thinking about something, brewing an idea, but wasn’t quite sure how to drag it out of her. “You sure there isn’t anything ya’ wanna talk about?” He tried again, shimming at her side, hoping his persistence would get him just a bit further.

“Well,” she pursed her lips, glancing to the left and then to the right, as if pondering about something so nonessential, like an outfit she’d sport to a classmate’s holiday party.

Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP.

“Well?”

And then he watched her lean towards her desk, watched her open the top drawer and pull out a plant of some sort, as she held it delicately. And then she brought it towards, spreading her palm as the small stem laid on her flat hand in between them, watching him stare at it.

“I was thinking...and I think we should...?” She gulped the inventible lump clogged at the back of her throat not letting her finish her question as Ranma’s eyebrows furrowed together, curious as to what she was getting at.

“Should what?”

Akane groaned mildly, an eyebrow of her own twitching at his ignorance, “You’re really going to make me say it?” Irritation was getting the best of her, but mainly because she already found this embarrassing enough.

But they were to be married; they were to share a lifetime of embarrassing moments, right?

“Kiss.”

She blinked a few times, staring at the mistletoe laying on her palm, like that was the kiss itself.

“Kiss?” He repeated, and this time she looked up to find him pondering, tapping his index finger against his chin and she couldn’t help but chuckle at just how dumb he looked.

“We don’t have to,” Akane sighed, pulling away, but almost instantly both of her wrists were gripped and tugged forward by Ranma’s hands, and suddenly she forgot how to breathe.

Ranma must have yanked her a tad too hard because she was now only centimeters away from his face, and she could see his light eyes scanning about her face as she tried to keep herself calm. His messy fridge just reached his nose bridge, and easily caught a whiff of her floral shampoo on him.

“You want to kiss me?” He asked, and that was enough to knock her out of her daze. It wasn’t a lie, but she figured his question was coming from his egotistic self, rather than curiosity.

“I was saying,” Akane continued, gently trying to push herself away but not successfully releasing the grip of his hands around her wrist, “maybe it’d be a good idea to kiss now,” she swallowed as Ranma softly tugged her once more, “rather...rather than wait...for the...wedding.”

“Okay.” He breathed in, his half-lidded eyes watching her carefully. His voice was low, and she almost missed his verbal agreement at how distracted she was by his eyelashes pulling her in.

“Okay?” It was that easy?

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, his face so close that the tip of their noses skimmed faintly, “if ya’ wanna.”

“Do you...do you want to?” Her voice was so delicate, it seemed, hushed as she waited for his answer. The question itself was insecure, and full of hope, and could easily break her. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to ask so early, but rather two months before the wedding. The thought itself sounded so absurd in her mind, she wanted to laugh.

“I mean, I don’t mind if ya’ don’t,” he answered truthfully, and she scanned his face for any sarcasm, any disgust, and malice, but there was none. He watched her in wonder, with curiosity, making her feel dainty.

“I don’t mind.” She replied quickly.

And then she closed her eyes waiting for him, and he looked down at her, taking an extra moment to take in all the soft features of her round face with her glowing cheeks and curved nose. The hold around her wrist lessened, and instead he pushed his palms higher around her lower arm, as if to ground himself before kissing her.

It was timid, the way he brushed his lips against hers; like feathery light touches, almost tentative about kissing her. But then he pushed just a tad further into her, and his hands lightly squeezed her arms. It felt good. He figured he was supposed to pull away after just one kiss, but he found himself wanting to continue kissing her.

And maybe she did, too, because he caught the way her mouth opened just a bit when he pushed for another. It was slow, and very new, but there was a tingling sensation vibrating from his mouth down his neck and up his face that kept him wanting more. It was a good new.

Her lips were softer than he’d imagine they’d ever be (not that he thought about her lips often), and as he continued kissing her, they were beginning to burn, in a good way; in a great way.

He could feel her hands reach for his face, each fingertip almost stinging as they pressed onto his cheeks, easily melting against his skin. Had he known that kissing Akane felt this good, he would have done it a long time ago. Her palms smoothed across his skin towards his ears, dragging themselves down to settle on his neck, edging him to pull her closer.

This was supposed to be a chaste kiss, right?

He felt her nudge away momentarily, and he took that as a sign to pull away instantly because otherwise he wouldn’t. And when he did so, it took him a moment to open his eyes to look down at her already gazing up at him. She was breathing heavily, as was he, and her lips were reddish, like cherries. And she looked so beautiful, and he could admit that to himself and to her if she wanted to hear it.

And then she laughed a breathy laugh, one that kept her smile intact with a toothy grin, her eyes searching his as she found herself compelled to say, “That was a good kiss.”

Ranma chuckled, not sure why they found the situation amusing, but nonetheless refreshing. “Good.” He could feel the warmth easily diminish as she pulled her hands away from his skin, and he went to catch them, holding her hands in between his, “Are we...can we...?”

Akane’s eyebrows pricked up at his unfinished question, allowing him a moment before she asked, “Do you want to kiss me again?” This time it was her egotistic-self rubbing it on his face, but she couldn’t help but find herself suddenly so sheepish.

He knew she could see his ruddy face as soon as she was done asking, but man, did he want to kiss her that way again if she’d let him.

“Ain’t that the sort of thing people do when they’re in love?” His question had been rushed out, in an attempt to remedy his embarrassment, with pure genuity. And then he heard himself ask it. “What I mean–”

“Ranma,” Akane giggled, her hands pushing strands of hair away from his face, her touch very soft and tender as she looked at him, “you can kiss me any time you want.”

“Any time?”

She nodded slowly; a sly grin plastered on her face as she leaned closer to him, enough to peck him into another kiss, had he pushed himself forward.

#writing has been a little tougher nowadays so instead i humbly offer a piece of an already published one u.u #also sorry it's like past xmas guysssss..im sure not everyone celebrates the holidays but it's still cute and sweet and im sure you'll enjo #this is just ranma and akane being dorks and lovey and it's just them being soft with each other hehehe #it from a longer fic if y'all wanna check it out too uwu #ranma #ranma fanfiction #ranma saotome #akane tendo #ranma x akane #rankane #ranking fanfiction #rankane Christmas fan fiction #palabraasinnecesarias #palabrasinnecesarias

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starmocha · 2 months ago

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you shine like the stars, you light up my heart [Xavier/Reader ★ 1750 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Snowed in together. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) Day 02 — do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) (Zayne/Reader) Day 03 — in a gingerbread house built for two (Rafayel/Reader) A/N: 🫵 You will listen to my favorite EXO song. Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

Slowly, gently, snow had been falling for three days and three nights, turning Linkon City into a winter wonderland. As if the world had slowed down, finding peace in this rare moment, you found yourself snowed in. There were few wanderer sightings and many tasks had been regulated to a work-from-home situation. There were things to do, but time seemed so endless these last few days, you would rather lounge around and waste away instead.

Of course, wasting away by yourself felt rather lonesome, but that was an easy fix. You knew the perfect person who would always be willing and ready to do nothing with you.

In your comfiest lounge clothes, you slipped on a pair of bunny slippers, tucked your laptop under your arm, and you left your apartment, making your way to the floor above.

Knock-knock.

You waited, smiling.

Knock-knock.

You waited, your smile faltering.

Knock-knock.

You frowned.

Knock—

“Coming, coming—” you heard a groggy voice, and then the door swung open and you met Xavier’s sleepy face. Still dressed in only pajamas bottoms and a white hoodie, he yawned as he rubbed his eyes, seemingly still under the influence of sleep. He blinked in surprise, apparently not expecting to see you at his door. “What are you—”

“Xavier,” you said, a hint of exasperation in your voice, “It’s ten in the morning.”

He blinked again, opening the door wider to let you inside. He glanced at the laptop under your arm, a bit confused, but he did not question it. “But it’s not like we have work to do—”

You made yourself comfy on Xavier’s couch, already setting up your little work area. “Have you finished writing all of your reports?”

“They’re not due yet—”

“So no, huh…” you mumbled and shook your head in disappointment. You tensed up when Xavier sat down next to you and leaned his head on your shoulder, his eyes closing again.

“Did you come here to scold me?” his soft voice asked, and you felt your heartbeat skipped for a second.

“O-of course not,” you said, your cheeks suddenly feeling a little warmer than usual. You continued, “I thought we could keep each other company and work together, partner.”

He laughed softly. “I like the keeping each other company part,” he said, adding teasingly, “‘partner’.”

“And work?”

“Isn’t it a snow day…”

You laughed. “Okay, okay,” you agreed, “What do you want to do on a snow day?”

You peeked at him, seeing Xavier’s eyes were still closed from your peripheral vision.

“We could… watch a movie,” he suggested, with his eyes still closed. Lazily, he continued, “…play video games, eat—”

“So what we normally do on our days off?”

He opened his eyes and smiled. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it sounds like the perfect day,” you answered, your own head tilting against his. You giggled when Xavier suddenly pulled away, his posture straightening as you found your head landing on his lap and staring up into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I have an idea,” you said suddenly. Xavier blinked at you in confusion when you abruptly ordered him to move his coffee table to the side. He did as you demanded without question, and once satisfied, you quipped really quickly, “I’ll be right back.”

About twenty minutes later, you and Xavier had built a little pillow nest in the space between the couch and the TV. You had gathered as many comforters as you could find at both your place and Xavier’s to form a comfy base. Plushies and pillows lined either side, creating a border that separated the nest from the rest of the living room.

Xavier plopped down in the center, and grabbed your wrist to pull you to lay on top of him. You giggled and looked up, your chin lightly resting on his chest. “Is it comfy?”

“The comfiest,” he agreed with a gentle smile. “Is this what we’re going to be doing all day then? Just lay in our nest?”

“Well, we have movies to watch… video games to play… and food to eat…” you reminded him.

“A perfect day,” he echoed your earlier words back to you.

“Ramen?”

“Check.”

“Canned meat?”

“Check.”

“Dumplings?”

“Check.”

“Xavier—did we go overboard?”

“What do you mean?”

You and Xavier leaned over the stove and stared at the large simmering pot filled with two servings of instant ramen, sliced canned meat from an entire container, eight large frozen dumplings, shredded imitation crabmeat, and two soft-boiled eggs.

Xavier rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s not a lot—”

Ding!

“That’s the frozen chicken nuggets,” you reminded him with a frown. “We went overboard.”

“Don’t worry, we can finish them all.”

“Should we really be this gluttonous?” You questioned as you removed the pot from the stove, placing it on the counter over a wooden trivet. Xavier handed you a smaller bowl and a pair of chopsticks. You helped yourself to a serving as Xavier also dug in himself. You slurped up some noodles, smiling in delight at the guilty pleasure of the high sodium and heavily-processed meal, but just as quickly, you mumbled, feeling a hint of shame, “…we haven’t been very active these last few days…”

“It’s okay,” he reassured you as he ate from his own bowl. He helped himself to another serving of meat. “We need the extra weight for warmth.”

You laughed at his reasoning. Your mouth opened wide in shock as Xavier started placing dumplings and a halved egg into your bowl. “I can’t eat this much—”

“Yes, you can,” he said, “It’s okay to be a little gluttonous and lazy every now and then.”

“Is that what you tell yourself to feel better?”

He smiled, unbothered by your teasing. “Think of this like a vacation,” he said, “We’re allowed to let go and enjoy ourselves.”

“Aren’t you worried about running out of food before the snowstorm calms down?”

“We still have food at your place, right?”

You gaped at his implied suggestion, laughing. “I don’t think I have enough food to feed you…”

“I don’t eat that much—why are you looking at me like that?"

You giggled at his pout, and then you reached into the pot, picking up a dumpling. You held it out to Xavier. “Eat up—we’re on vacation.”

He smiled and opened his mouth. “Best vacation ever,” he said, chewing his food, his eyes brightening as he watched you enjoyed the simple, indulgent meal you and he had cooked together.

It was barely midday and the sky had already begun to darken, and yet the snow had not ceased, showing no sign of ending any time soon. Within the warmth of Xavier’s apartment, you both sat by the balcony with you nestled comfortably in his lap, his chin lightly resting atop your head. You both watched Linkon City continued to be blanketed in white powder, no words exchanged, but none were needed.

The peaceful silence passed, and before you knew it, the lights of Linkon City lit up one by one under the snowy sky.

“It’s getting late,” Xavier said suddenly, breaking the silence, “Should we get ready for dinner or something—”

“I don’t feel like moving,” you told him, making yourself extra comfortable in his lap to his amusement. You continued in a bright tone, “I had a good lunch, I had spent the day lazing around, and now I don’t feel like I want to move anymore.”

“Okay,” he said thoughtfully, a hint of mischievousness in his tone completely missed by you until it was too late. Suddenly, you felt Xavier’s arms sweeping underneath your legs and back, and you were quickly and easily lifted up.

“Ah—!”

You clung to Xavier tightly when he had easily swooped you up into his arms without warning. He carried you back to the nest, and within seconds, you were giggling when suddenly your back met the soft, plush comforter, and he collapsed on top of you, his face nuzzled against your stomach. Your fingers treaded through his hair, feeling the soft, silky strands. He hummed happily, his lips kissing your stomach.

“That—that tickles,” you said, blushing.

“Really?” he asked with a hidden teasing smile. He kissed your stomach again, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter.

Your fingers light massaged his scalp, a gasp escaping with every kiss. “Xavier—”

He chuckled and looked up, his eyes softening at your coy expression. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered.

“Me, too…” you answered back in the same soft tone, your eyes meeting his.

As the last remnants of daylight disappeared, the living room darkened, but before you could say anything, it lit up unexpectedly. Like fireflies, the warm lights Xavier summoned with his Evol flitted and fluttered around the room, bathing the place in a dreamy glow.

“So… pretty…” you murmured unconsciously, and Xavier blinked, a little embarrassed.

He recomposed himself, his gentle smile returning. He leaned down closer to you, his lips just barely touching yours. “Very pretty,” he agreed, though you sensed he was not referring to the lights.

It felt like your heart was trembling with anticipation, eagerly awaiting of what to come. Instinctively, your eyes closed, the weight of him on top of you felt heavier, his lips pressed against you so sweetly, so familiar and welcomed.

“…Mm …Xavier…”

He gazed into your eyes, as if in awe at seeing the whole universe staring back at him, gifting him with the secret message of a distant star echoed across time and space that had been waiting to reach him.

“Don’t… move…” he said, and before you could even question him, the world tumbled suddenly and you found your position switched. Xavier’s hand rested behind your head, keeping you pressed close to his chest. You peered up, confused, but your expression softened when your eyes locked with his, seeing eternity staring back at you. You rested your head on his chest again, feeling the gentle rise and fall as he breathed. His warmth cradled you, carrying you away from this winter wonderland to a place only the stars would know.

Set aglow, it felt like the two of you had slipped away to another world, to a dream where you and he played and waltzed among the stars, his hand firmly grasping yours, a silent promise that he would always hold onto you even when all of the stars burned out.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace x reader #xavier x reader #lnds series — dreaming of a winter wonderland #love and deepspace fanfiction #lnds fanfics #x — fanfics #technically my first xavier/reader fic #xavier girlies did i do good #🥺#will you accept my holiday offering #🥺🥺🥺

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dreamlogic · 2 months ago

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so today was my first day back at work after being out sick for a full week, and one of my coworkers came up to ask how i'm doing. told him tbh i still feel like shit but can't afford to take more time off, thanks for asking tho, and he's like

"well me and the boys are having a Fruit Party today, we all brought fruit in to share. if you want i could go get you a lil bag of fruit from the break room? if you need some vitamins? 😊"

#Y'KNOW WHAT? YEAH. YEAH I DO NEED SOME VITAMINS 🥺��#so he came back with a lil ziploc full of assorted fruits for me!! and offered me tylenol!#i am just. so charmed by the phrase 'me and the boys are having a fruit party today'#and just the concept of a Bring Your Favorite Fruit To Work event in the dead of winter cuz we're all lacking The Vitamin #ctxt #charlie vs mail #i do not feel ready to be back in the throes of holiday madness but everyone was really nice to meeee 🥺

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polux-aka-hyakunana · 1 month ago

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some domestic keimichi doodles from last week because yea

#kamen rider geats #keiwa sakurai #michinaga azuma #keimichi #michikei #happy holidays for those who celebrate holidays but this is all i have to offer lkjhgfdfghjk #i just noticed i forgot to sign those lol #well if those get lost on internet i wouldn't mind that much as long as they're appreciated asdfghjk #gotta love casual loose doods where i put less effort and still come out the cutest

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lodionysus · 1 month ago

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Happy Start of the 12 Days of Dionysus!

❤️‍🔥🐖🍞💜🐃🍇🧡🫏⚒️

The 12 days of Dionysus celebrate the birth of the god, especially his epithet of Liberator (Dionysus Eleutherius). On the first day, we honor Lady Hestia and Lord Hephaestus alongside Lord Dionysus. Khaîre, great gods! Thank you for your wonderful and abundant blessings that we see in the world around us!

Happy birthday, Lord Dionysus! May you drink well and party thoroughly today! 💜💛💚💙❤️

#dionysus #dionysus deity #e offering #hellenic deities #hellenic pagan #hellenic polytheism #helpol #lady dionysus #lord dionysus #dionysus god #12 days of Dionysus #Dionysus Eleutherius #hellenic holidays #Lady Hestia #Lord Hephaestus

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nelkcats · 2 years ago

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Wrong Ticket

Danny bought a plane ticket to travel to Goshen, Indiana to visit his father's family. Apparently his aunt was very excited to meet him, and Jazz was excited to send him away from the lab after his accident.

She was worried that she would have to spend a few days scouting colleges, and Danny would be left home unguarded (she wouldn't make that mistake twice, her parents didn't count as good guards and Danny would be too bored since he was on school holidays), so the invitation from their uncles was like a miracle fallen from heaven.

Unfortunately for Danny, his family didn't check the ticket after purchasing it, and therefore they didn't notice the error where "Goshen, Indiana" was changed to "Gotham, New Jersey," so when the airline called his flight, Danny didn't notice his destination. He practically fell asleep a few seconds after entering the plane.

Danny wished he had been paying attention when a few hours later he found himself stranded on the streets of Gotham with nothing but his luggage and a little money. Though that last seemed more of a risk than a benefit if he took into account the way they watched him as he passed.

As if that wasn't enough, it seemed that something strange was starting to happen to him, there were moments where his backpack would slip from his grip, almost as if he was walking through it, and others where he felt invisible. This did not go unnoticed by the denizens of Gotham, who were assessing him with clear interest.

Red Hood, who had noticed the guy (possibly meta) stumbling into his territory, sighed and offered him a temporary place to stay. Danny, who just met the strange guy in the red helmet, was relieved to have temporary lodging, though he would probably look for another place the next day. Just in case.

#dpxdc #Danny's accident happened during the holidays #Jazz was not going to risk it #The second their uncles offered she immediately accepted in Danny's name #Danny was curious so he accepted too #dp x dc #dc x dp #The Fentons lived on a farm so there was no phone signal and therefore neither Jazz nor her parents expected Danny to call #Danny's phone was also stolen within seconds of entering Gotham #Jason offered him asylum after hearing rumors of the meta the Rogues were trying to lure and noting that he was a teenager #He won't allow meta trafficking in Crime Alley #Although he won't tell Bruce either #Danny doesn't fully trust Jason but it's more for Gotham than his helmet and secret identity #He thinks Red Hood is an eccentric boy #All of this also means that Danny's transformation and status as a Halfa was discovered in Gotham #he was discovering things in a slightly different way #Although the battles stayed the same simply with rogues instead of ghosts

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arttsuka · 5 days ago

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Spock

#I was supposed to erase the wings but nahhhh #I love drawing wings #star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #s'chn t'gai spock #spock #art #fanart #traditional art #accept this drawing for today #I don't have anything better to offer in this star trek holiday :(

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shokujin-art · 1 year ago

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Merry christmas and happy holidays 💖💖💖✨

#dol #degrees of lewdity #dol whitney #whitney the bully #dol pc #myart #dying noises #my ass totally forgot about drawing christmas content qsdlkj #I'm sorry it's the only thing I can offer for today 💀#hope everyone will have a nice christmas and/or holidays 💖💖

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hearthandheathenry · 6 months ago

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All About Lughnasadh

Lughnasadh, also known as Lughnasa or Lúnasa, is the name given to the Gaelic festival that represents the beginning of the harvest season, which traditionally falls on August 1st in the northern hemisphere. The holiday is about halfway between the summer solstice and autumn equinox, and is one of the 4 Gaelic seasonal festivals. Although it is traditionally Irish, many neopagans celebrate the holiday as well.

Traditionally named after the Irish God Lugh, Lughnasadh has been documented to be celebrated since at least the middle ages and involved great gatherings, ceremonies, athletic games like the Tailteann Games, feasting, horse racing, matchmaking, trading, and more, and were traditionally celebrated on top of hills and mountains. The festival remained widely celebrated until about the 20th century, where it seemed to be replaced by Christian counterparts.

Lugh, the God the festival is named after, is said to have founded the holiday as a funeral feast and funeral games to commemorate the death of an earth goddess. The Irish stories vary throughout regions and times, but it usually involves a woman who is stolen away or held against her will and dies of grief, shame, exhaustion, or unspecified causes. There is notable similarities to the Greek Persephone tale. According to a tale about the Lughnasadh festival site Tailtin, it is said to be a funeral for his foster-mother, Tailtiu, who was said to have died from exhaustion after clearing the plains of Ireland for agriculture. A tale about the Lughnasadh site Naas, says the festival was founded in the memory of his two wives, Nás and Bói. Another theory states it was a mourning for the end of summer.

Máire MacNeill, a folklorist, studied the later lore of the holiday and claims it is about a struggle for the harvest between Lugh and another god, often named Crom Dubh. In some stories Lugh must seize Crom Dubh's treasure of grain to give to all of mankind. In other stories, it's over a woman named Eithne who represents grain. Othertimes, its a battle of Lugh defeating a figure representing blight. There doesn't seem to be one agreed upon legend, other than it's revolving around the God Lugh.

As for ancient customs and traditions, they can vary region to region and have morphed throughout time. However, a big tradition was the gathering at Óenach Tailten, a type of olympic style games and gathering where kings declared truces during the entire festival in order to partake and compete against eachother. It included ritual athletic and sporting competitions, horse racing, music and storytelling, trading, law-making and settling legal disputes, creating contracts, and even matchmaking. A common matchmaking tradition was allowing couples to enter a trial marriage that lasted a year and a day by joining hands through a wooden door, after of which they could make permanent or break without consequences once the trial marriage was up. One gathering, called the Óenach Carmain, also consisted of a food and livestock market along with a market for foreign traders.

Other traditions also included a solemn cutting of the first corn to be offered to the deity by bringing it to a high place and burying it, a meal for everyone consisting of the new food and blueberries, a sacrifice and rituals involving a sacred bull, a ritual dance-play, reenactment of the lore, and closing ceremonies. Climbing hills and mountains were also a popular tradition, but has been rebranded overtime as Christian pilgrimages. At some gatherings, everyone wore flowers and climbed a hill, where they buried said flowers at the top to signify the ending of summer. At other gatherings, the first sheaf of harvest was buried instead.

A popular tradition up until about the 18th century were faction fights where young men fought eachother with sticks. One such game consisted of building towers of sod topped with a flag to defend from the other team's sabotaging. Bull sacrifices were also recorded into the 18th century, being used as offerings to various deities, along with special meals made from the first harvest. A special cake called the lunastain was also recorded. Visiting holy wells was also a very prominent tradition, just like during the other yearly festivals. Although bonfires were associated with Lughnasadh and the other main Celtic festivals, they were considered rare for this holiday, most likely due to the very warm summer temperatures.

Some traditions are still celebrated today in Ireland, with festivals being held in honor of Lughnasadh and re-enactors and historians reviving and teaching new generations old lore. There are still markets, traditional dancing, traditional storytelling, arts and craft workshops, feasting, and much more during these modern gatherings, keeping the traditions alive and well, even if they differ region to region. Some pagans and Wiccans also celebrate Lughnasadh, usually differing in their practices, but still using it as a signifier of the first harvest and summer's ending.

Lughnasadh Associations

Colors - yellow, orange, red, brown, green, gold, bronze

Food - blueberries, blackberries, grains, fruit, vegetables, bread, corn, beef, stews, lamb, wine, beer, cider, fruit drinks

Animals - bulls/cows, roosters, sheep

Items - scythes and harvest tools, grain/corn stalks

Crystals - citrine, aventurine, tigers eye, carnelian, topaz

Other - sporting/athletic competitive games, storytelling, matchmaking, cycle of life, harvest

Ways to celebrate:

gather blueberries or blackberries

enjoy grains or breads

make homemade bread

have a feast

climb a hill/take a pilgrimage

offer food to your deity(ies)

commit or recommit to your partner

harvest fresh food from your garden

visit a farmers market

complete a craft or make art

participate in an athletic competition or game

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