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eclairfair98 · 9 months ago

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The swing doesn’t creak under his weight. It’s different from the little tyre Dad had strung up for him in the backyard when he was a kid. But in the ways that matter, it’s exactly the same.

Securing his grip on the chains, Pete takes a few steps back. And then, he lets go. Swings ahead, kicking the air. The white of his shoelaces almost glowing in the dark.

The height of the swing increases with every pump of his legs, a glorious breeze blowing against his damp brow. The rise in his body’s centre of mass making itself know in bubbly feeling floating in his belly.

It’s almost like one little swing is enough to turn-off something as big as gravity.

And maybe, gravity only exists as a manifestation of the loneliness of all the molecules and atoms and protons and neutrons and electrons that make up the Earth.

Of the loneliness experienced by all the living breathing people with burdens and disappointments and broken dreams that inhabit the planet.

“Pete… slow down. Please.”

The voice reaches out to him, but he can’t really hear it. Smooth syllables rounded out by the faint buzzing in his ears. ‘Cause somewhere in Pete’s head, all the sound has gone out.

And what is life? What does it even mean to be alive?

He closes his eyes against the cool wind buffeting his face, raises his legs as he reaches the topmost part of the arc of his swing. Takes in a breath that makes a gasping sound at the back of his throat.

Is it this?

The act of breathing in and breathing out.

Is inspiring oxygen and expiring carbon dioxide, pumping enough blood from his heart to his arteries and eventually, all of his visceral organs, enough to classify Pete as alive?

Maybe, it is.

If so, maybe he’s only as alive as an insentient tree, or a patch of symbiotic lichen growing on the bark of a tree. Or a non-flagellated bacteria that cannot move freely through its own immediate environment and lives out its brief, insignificant existence stuck in the same ultra-microscopic space that Nature deemed it appropriate to cage him in.

After all, what is he?

A universe of atoms. An atom in the universe.

There’s fresh wetness burning behind his eyelids, clumping his lashes, and Pete makes a valiant attempt to fight the stupid, overwhelming, all-encompassing need to cry, till he ends up crying a little, anyway. Staring up at a flock of stars scattered across the night sky. At the light that’s been traveling for hundreds and thousands of years to reach his tired eyes.

“Push me higher, Daddy, I want to fly!” he would implore. And his father’d always obliged. Instructing him to hold on tight, as the sky rushed up to welcome him with open arms.

The metal chains of the swing dig into his palms, but Pete doesn’t notice the discomfort, tightly closing his hands around the only thing tethering him to the ground.

Pumping his legs for the last time, Pete wonders whether he and his father are looking up at the same night sky, whether Dad sees the frozen lights twinkling against a backdrop of crushed, black velvet, and thinks about just how small he is in the grand scheme of things.

And in that sublime moment that seems to stretch on infinitely, Pete is flying.

After a while, he does slow down, spots Tom who’s now standing next to his swing, off to the side. His shoes skid against the sand as he comes to an abrupt stop. Little spots dancing in front of his eyes. Growing bigger and bigger. Taking on shapes and colors: starry-blues, fuchsia-pinks, firetruck-reds. Till his vision starts crumpling ‘round the edges.

Till strong hands grip his waist and his arm, deftly lower him into the swing, hold him securely till the colors fade away. Bleed into the night.

“I’ve got you,” Tom murmurs, warm hand moving up to cradle Pete’s tear-stained cheek. To caress his quivering chin with a calloused thumb.

This way they’re at eye level, and Pete can see his face clearly. Can smell his scent. Like a rain shower in the summertime after the grass has been cut.

“I really don’t know what this is, but I feel so scared, Tom… I feel so alone...”

Moonlight glances off Tom’s wedding ring, and Pete brushes his pinky against the cool metal. A minuscule movement that stills Tom’s hand. Turns it boneless in Pete’s grip.

“But you’re not alone, Pete. You don’t have to be scared, ‘cause I’m going to take care of you. You have me. You’ll always have me,” Tom whispers. And it feels as though he’s reciting a prayer, breathed into existence against the unsteady beat of Pete’s heart.

He runs his thumb along Tom’s knuckles, over the warmth seeping through his sun-kissed skin. Over the faint scars sloping over the smooth ridge.

Remembers how Tom got those scars. The bubblegum pink balloons that littered the varnished gym floor at prom. The fraying ends of the ribbon tying the corsage to his wrist. It’s rose petals picked away by his anxious fingers. The short-lived relief of getting away from the heat and the people and the noise. From all of the eyes on him, and all of the whispers. Of Annapolis admissions and impending engagements and the possibility of getting bonded before marriage. Of the fact that the Academy forbade Midshipmen from getting married. But didn’t stop them from bonding their omegas.

He remembers the sharp smell of unfamiliar alpha stinging his nose. The cold burn of calloused fingers on his neck. The yelp of distress punching it’s way out of his chest. The white-hot shock that flooded his insides when a senior he hardly recognized leaned in to deliberately scent him and remark: Kazansky’s got himself a sweet one, all right. But you don’t seem to like him very much, do you? Say, if you’re looking for someone better—

Remembers only being able to string together three weak words, nascent tears choking his voice: Let me go.

Remembers the blur of motion at the edges of his vision. Strangled sounds of a brief scuffle. Raw knuckles clenched into tight fists. A spot of blood staining the pressed-clean collar of Tom’s dress shirt. Quicksilver glinting in his steady blue eyes.

Unapologetic even in the face of detention and the threat of suspension.

The same eyes that are looking at him now: open and vulnerable and all the more steadier for it.

“Please, let me be there for you. Let me be good to you. Let me take care of you. Let me…”

Tom shuffles closer, touches the hem of his tee-shirt with shaky fingers. Smooths it down where it had ridden up, exposing a sliver of his pale abdomen.

“Okay,” he whispers.

Because Tom isn’t a liar. He would never lie. Not to Pete. Not to anyone.

Because Tom would never not be good to him.

Because Tom’s hands never shake, but they’re shaking now. As Pete cradles them in his own, brings them down to his still flat belly. Feels the press of them against his covered skin. The space between his breaths shortening, till he lets a little breath go.

Till he closes the distance between them, his mouth hot on Tom’s, the whole of him held between Tom’s shaky palms.

Because Tom feels like home.

Tom’s eyes widen, his next inhale coming in a little shorter, a little sharper. And Tom tugs him a little closer, curls his calloused fingers round the slope of his jaw, kisses Pete deeper. Something desperate in the hard press of his lips on Pete’s. Something heartbreakingly tender about it.

And Pete doesn’t know what to do with it. With the way his chest’s heaving like it’s being crushed under the weight of his ribs. With the way his lungs are bursting, ballooning up and taking his breath away.

And it feels so simple. So easy. Even though it really isn’t. The honesty of it. Of wanting to hold. Of wanting to be held. Of wanting to love and be loved.

But he leans into it. Fingers weaving softly in Tom’s thick hair, thumbs tracing the curve of his cheekbones.

Because, Tom is home.

#the unbearable lightness of being #omegaverse #icemav #tw: unplanned pregnancy / misogyny (in the context of omega verse) / mentions of assault (in the past)

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simp999 · 9 months ago

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A New Home Ch. 27

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.1k

A/N: Sorry for taking so long chat I had to walk my fish

A/N 2: (Checks watch) uh. Damn sorry ya'll. Don't expect too much out of me but I think my life should be a lil less hectic perchance. We'll see ww

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One by one, over the course of a few hours, you each put the blindfold on and attempted to hit your teammates. The difficulty increased as you went on, from standing still to slowly moving, to running. By the end of the training session, you had multiple teammates whizzing past each other in different directions getting splatted.

As the four of you sat near or against the wall to catch your breath, you congratulated them on their improvement.

"I can't really put into words how impressed I am, nor will I admit I'm a poet at all. But I will say this; what you guys showed me today was something I never thought was possible when I got here," You spot Leo's smile grow wider, glad to be getting praised for his efforts, then you lazily point at him, "Hey, that doesn't mean that you can slack off now, you dork. Don't forget that there's going to be loud music, bombs, people cheering, ink being thrown around, not to mention communication between teammates that'll make this 100x harder."

You take another glance at each of your teammates. - No. - Your family members.

"...But I can promise that this will be worth it. Every time we train, great progress is shown."

...You sure are good with compliment sandwiches, huh?

You can't promise that you'll win against team Emperor, but you're sure that every minute you spend training will prove helpful on the battlefield.

You're all exhausted from training and just on time. The next big match is going to begin in roughly a half hour. The battle between Team Monarch and Team Yellow-Green. The manga had skipped how much time was spent between important matches on the smaller, less important matches. You allow your family to relax however they so desire while you wait for the match to begin. Leo playing games on his phone, Milo stretching, and Tasha cleaning her weapon.

Soon, it's time to make your way over to Sturgeon Shipyard, biting your inner cheek as you realize how packed the seats are. What you weren't expecting, though, was for a path to seemingly be made as you walked through. You tried to avoid the many pairs of eyes on you. It almost felt like back when you first got here and rose the ranks, but the gazes were much more uncomfortable back then. The whispers paired with them used to be much more curious and sometimes rude. You almost cringed remembering those salty players you had to drown out with your headphones what feels like forever ago. But now; you take a quick look around you, - they almost seem to be staring in awe.

You glance back at your team. You wouldn't say you're standing tall, maybe a more introverted kind of confidence if that makes sense. You're still not a fan of being the center of attention. But looking back at your team- your family- a lot sure has changed.

Once you begin to settle down in your seats, doing your best to take up the least amount of room possible, you catch the way the sea of cehalopods appear to disperse yet again. This time much more obviously. From your position, it isn't too difficult to see who it was, easily spotting purple tentacles above the crowd as the tallest of the group makes his way closer.

Aloha's quick to tug you into a hug before you can sit down, dabbing Leo up before taking a seat behind you. You don't remember them being here to watch this match last time, which is odd to you. Skull's got a lollipop in hand, sitting behind Milo after being instructed by Army to do so. He does so without questioning, as airheaded as ever- but Army has a reason, given the heights of the two inklings. Army takes a seat behind Leo, and Mask - you.

You would have jumped if you hadn't noticed Aloha slowly get closer to you ear, attempting to surprise you.

"Sooo~, how's the training goin'?"

You're about to answer, but the immediate terrified look Leo shoots his way almost makes you snicker.

"Hey, it's not that bad. C'mon now."

Leo once again turns towards Aloha and dramatically grabs his hand with both of his,

"Save us, dude!"

You let out a chuckle at the scene.

"Leo, chill."

His hands shoot up in the air, and his voice cracks as he tries to make his point.

"You blindfolded us!"

"Which isn't that bad!"

He faces Aloha again,

"You have no idea how much pain I'm in."

You gently nudge his side as another chuckle escapes you, shaking your head.

Leo dramatically points to where you gently nudged him,

"See?! Abuse!!!"

Aloha's forced into a fit of giggles as he watched the scene play out before him.

"Oh, can it, dork."

"I think I deserve some sort of reciprocation!"

You sigh and roll your eyes. You rest your chin in your palm. This was most definitely his plan all along.

Aloha leans down once again, this time whispering to Leo. Obviously, you could still hear him;

"Don't worry bro, I'll set something up for you."

You've got no idea what that means, but they dab eachother up again. Whatever makes Leo happy, you suppose.

The match is about to begin, and you hear Goggles blabbing away to his team a few feet in front of you. You ignore it as you pull out a pencil, along with your old manual. You're nearing the end of the pages, and it has clearly done its time by now. But this match is crucial to be taking notes of since you'll get to see a new emotion in Emperor- frustration. As long as it goes as planned, of course. You analyze the stage, zeroing in on the exact spot that Emperor will step foot in yellow-green ink.

Once it begins, a smile filled with pride makes its way across your face. Rider obviously had many, many plans for this battle. It was almost comforting seeing the wide grin he wore all along the match, even when he did lose. He was having fun. It seems you're not the only one who's changed lots since the beginning of the manga. He was so organized right out of the gate, and only once did he falter, and only a little at that. Which lead you to assume his only goal the whole time wasn't to win, because he knew he couldn't- his end goal was to only force Emperor to feel the frustration of stepping in his ink.

Maybe, just maybe, you think: Rider truly did stand a chance at winning against Emperor if he so chose to have that as his end goal. How does that saying go? Shoot for the moon, land among the stars?

Next part

Feb.1.24

#splatoon manga #splatoon manga x reader #splatoon manga rider #splatoon manga emperor #coroika x reader #x reader #fanfic #splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon manga army #splatoon manga skull #splatoon manga aloha #splatoon manga mask #coroika #splatoon 3 #splatoon 2 x reader #splatoon manga goggles

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ceruleansol · 2 years ago

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So I’m workin on a lil (Vash x reader) somethin….

Nsfw to come once I finish and make this a whole other post

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The routine noises are comforting. It starts the same every evening from where you sit resting against the armrest of the couch, reading the book he bought for you that month. Over the course of your five-year-long relationship, you learned the various ways Vash expresses and needs to receive love.

One of the ways he gives love is by gift giving, in which he studies you in detail and makes sure he enables every one of your passions. Every month he either buys you a book based on your preferences or picked out by himself for you to try. If he sees a pretty rock on the ground or has time to stop by the local crystal shop, he brings you crystals to add to your ever-growing collection. By the time you've added another passion or hobby to your repertoire, he's already created another mental list of ideas of what to gift you.

The set of different sketching pencils will arrive in the mail next week—with the specifications that it is a gift, so the price isn't showing.

What is more notable, however, is his need for quality time and physical touch. He will insist it's for you. He is hellbent on serving you and making sure you're comfortable, secure, and protected. It is innate and in his nature. Many a late and stressful night for the both of you has he chosen, unprompted and without complaint, to do the cooking or the cleaning or the laundry. But he'll also ask in that soft and sweet voice if you want to join him. He needs to take care of you and have you with him, but you know the real reason.

The noises continue in the bathroom down the hall that stretches straight ahead of you, the light bleeding sideways out of the cracked door. And it's by such repetitive routine that each tell paints a clear picture in your mind of him methodically undoing his prosthetic and placing it onto the countertop, a relieved breath following suit before he begins to tug his shirt over his head.

The door then opens like it does every evening where he steps out with only his pants remaining. It is this sight of him in particular that especially warms your heart and increases your fondness for your lover. No one else gets to see him in such a vulnerable state. Only you get to hold the weight of his trust and witness him and all his scars.

His eyes soften when he sees you with the book and he smiles. "Hey," he says as soft as his gaze and raises a hand to get your attention, though he's never lost it. "Wanna shower with me?"

He's met with only a growing smile on you at the familiar question, and so he pushes himself past the doorframe.

You watch him in adoration of his lean stature, the marred skin across his chest that reaches his back, the angle of his shoulders, and the gentle yet playful manner in which he steps toward you.

When he stops, his shins are against the couch between your legs, and he grins down at you. He nudges your leg with his to coax you out of the stupor he's surely noticed you in.

Blinking back into reality, you're met with the realization of how your head reaches the height of his abdomen when you sit down like this.

You know it well, just as well as he knows you; Vash gives what he needs to receive, and you intend to make sure he always gets as much as he gives.

#midnight writing #equivalent to drunk writing #gonna edit the heck out of it later #even more* should I add #the way I can only write in 500 word intervals #well this time it’s 600 #progress #also hi I’m embarrassed by how much feels I have for this humanoid #can you tell how self indulgent this is #vash x you #vash x reader #trigun x reader #hopefully more awake me won’t delete this #vash fluff #vash smut #to come at least #fic: taking care of you taking care of us #divwrites

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septimusmoonlight · 8 months ago

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Anonymous: could you maybe do some more necro? maybe a dragon who just gets off on your pain so much that he ends up going overboard and killing you in the process?

Ooh, yes <3 I love it when something big and powerful gets off on some pathetic human's suffering~

Perhaps a big dragon with shiny black scales has a taste for human sacrifice from the nearest village, but not in the traditional sense. He doesn't want the other humans to do the work for him, no - he wants the pleasure of that process himself, the ecstasy of dominating a creature so much lower than he is and the sheer power of being able to desecrate a corpse as he pleases. He's spilled many human tears and plenty of human blood over his lifetime, and he doesn't plan to stop anytime soon.

Well, I'm just today's unlucky winner. He snatches me up in his powerful talons to return to his lair with no ceremony, and he's easily twice my height, probably closer to three. I know the stories about what he does to his sacrifices, so I'm obviously terrified, but I'm also resigned. I know there's no way out of this, not now that he has me in his grasp. Besides, something in my lower belly stirs at the notion of getting used by something as strong as he is.

Of course, my village stripped me of my clothes to prepare me for the dragon's use, so he barely has to do anything to begin. There's a pedestal in the center of the cavern he calls home, and he deposits me there face-up; bindings of enchanted iron snap into place around my arms and legs, securing me in place at the proper height for his use. It would be troublesome for him to fuck a toy that was laying on the ground, after all, and he wouldn't be able to force his way inside if his sacrifice wasn't held down somehow.

Saliva floods my mouth at the sight of his cock. Thick and slightly tapered, with a blunted cone for a head, he clearly has the equipment to back up his pride, and he clearly enjoys using it. The question remains of whether or not I'll enjoy when he uses it, but it's not one that needs answers. I'm not here to experience pleasure; I'm here for the dragon's pleasure, and his pleasure alone. The hope is that my sacrifice to the dragon's lust will keep his desires slaked for long enough that he refrains from destroying my village. Clearly, his desires are powerful.

He lays his hard-on atop my body, as though to drive home exactly how much of it just will not fit inside of me (which is all of it). Twice as thick as my thigh and easily long enough to reach up to my neck, this thing is a killer, and one that's been used time and time again on people I once knew - and now, on me. He slides the head down my body to prop it between my legs, like he's giving me one last moment to savor being alive as I know it. Then, he pushes forward.

Obviously, this thing can't just slide in with ease. Sure, I've done some stretching in my time, but that doesn't mean I can take something that will take up all available space in my torso. The dragon knows this just as well as I do, and that's the entire point - one he drives home as he increases the pressure he's using, harder, harder, harder. I can feel my cunt struggling to stretch open as wide as he needs, my pelvic bones protesting, creaking, groaning from inside of my body as the burn of skin pulled tight intensifies. Unwilling tears sting the corners of my eyes, and then-

He makes his entrance. I can't even scream. He's so large that simply the rounded tip of his cock is more than enough to make blood gush from me in an oozing river that spills over the side of the pedestal. The skin of my cunt rips up and down in symmetry, opening a wider hole for him to use, and this is of course what he wants. He growls in satisfaction as the warmth of my blood meets his erection, and shifts his hips to push further forward. Still, my voice remains elusive, and I can only make half-human, choked-out noises that barely resemble an attempt at communication. My bones themselves are forced to bend under the force of his might.

He finds my cervix within mere moments of entering me, stretching and tearing my vaginal canal open to meet it. It is, of course, no obstacle for him, and continuous pressure is more than enough to make it buckle, spreading in torturous waves around his head. Something creaks, cracks, and then folds outwards, and motion is suddenly much smoother for him; shock must be keeping the full agony away from me, but my pelvis has broken open to let him through. Tears are coursing down my face without pause now, and the air smells like copper. I can just barely sob, fighting for breath against the pain in a way that makes the dragon's cock twitch. Even just that small movement is enough to send fire racing up and down my body.

Motivated by my suffering, he pushes forward. My womb rips within moments. All of my internal organs squelch out of the way, my belly bulging as he hollows out my abdomen, and blood wells up in my mouth as he prods just a little too hard at my stomach itself. I can only draw a pitiful attempt at a last breath before another shove presses him up against my diaphragm, squeezing the air out of my lungs themselves before he flattens them outright against my ribcage. My ribs themselves dislocate away from my sternum as he lodges himself up against my beating heart, which is trying its absolute hardest to keep me alive despite just how absolutely dead I am at this point. I may still be awake, but there's no saving me now; I'm just a corpse with a pulse.

He growls in satisfaction as my body struggles to stay alive around him. Blood spills from the corner of my mouth. My ears are ringing. Despite the fact that I'm barely functioning, the remains of my pelvic muscles are still attempting to tighten around him, responding to the pleasure of being so overpowered and helpless, especially in the face of an elegant and handsome beast like him. It's as though he can tell, because my arms are abruptly freed from their restraints as he ruts shallowly into my body, just barely enough for me to feel everything sloshing around inside but not so much that he'll kill me. He's allowing me the final mercy of masturbating to my own death, but not for my pleasure - solely because he enjoys being served in such a way that his sacrifices take honor and delight in suffering beneath him.

I gladly take him up on his generous offer, managing a final, bloody orgasm as he pulverizes my insides into a horrible mulch that barely resembles the human body it once was. My final sensations are agony, ecstasy, and the taste of blood and cum spewing from my mouth as he finally destroys my heart with his cock, lodging himself right up at the base of my neck to watch his final work on me take the ultimate toll.

Then, of course, no pulse, and I'm just a warm corpse.

My obliterated body is still of great use to him, of course. He simply allows the magical restraints to latch back into place so that my limbs hold me together while he ruts into my already-messy form, taking great satisfaction in watching blood and the remains of organs spill from my mouth with the force of so much cum flooding my insides. The sight makes him cum again, further rinsing my system of anything that once allowed me to stay alive. Most of his seed spills out of my face, of course, but some remains inside, contained in my chest cavity where it mixes with everything else there.

He pulls out to survey his work. There's no way to tell what was once supposed to be a hole and what he simply turned into a hole for his use, and that's just the way he likes it. He thrusts back in, still rock-hard, and angles up slightly to study the way his cock so easily stretches the skin of my belly; then, it pops open around him, and more viscera coats him as he thrusts in and out, coating my upper body in a wet bloody mess, evidence of pleasure and pain both, something that was once thinking and feeling but that now only exists for his use and his pleasure.

Today, his tastes lie in a final act of humiliation. He cums a third time, careless as to where the result lands, and pulls out of my body; then, he slides his body up enough to bathe his balls in the remains of his sacrifice, warm blood and seed and the remains of life. He snarls deeply, his cock twitching as he rests in the abdominal cavity of a sacrifice he emptied.

He's already thinking about how he can make the next one worse. Maybe he should humiliate it before he kills it? Would that hurt more, or make it pleasure itself? That probably depends on the individual, he supposes.

Whatever makes the stupid things serve him more obediently.

#Originally posted April 6th 2023 #asks #anonymous #my writing #nsft text #patreon.com/septimusmoonlight #death tw #gore tw #n£cro #snvff #dragons #size difference #pain #torture #all the way through #blood

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layla4567 · 2 months ago

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Opla with a tall reader (strawhats)

Warnings: maybe it may lean more towards a female reader at some points (sorry!) and as I always say, English is not my first language.

Luffy

🍗 He is positively surprised by your great height, does not think twice and invites you to join his crew.

🍗 Sometimes he asks you for help to see the horizon

🍗 He asks you a thousand questions about how tall you are, if you feel comfortable with your height, if you have ever crashed into something, etc.

🍗 You probably both have competitions to see who can stretch their arm the highest (Luffy always wins anyway)

🍗 And speaking of which, if you ever get mad at him, it might not be a good idea to put things up high since he could easily reach out and grab them.

🍗 But the good side is that he found someone tall enough to have fun with.

Sanji

💎 He already believes you are a goddess, fr.

💎 If he flatters you before, prepare for that to increase by a thousand

💎 He runs beside you like a puppy drunk with devotion

💎 You are very helpful and accommodating to him and help him reach the ingredients on the highest shelves in the pantry.

💎 He likes to rest his head on your chest while he hugs you as you rest your chin in his hair

💎 You have become his safe place and did I mention that he praises you? Because he really does it a lot, from now on you are the goddess Aphrodite to him.

Zoro

🍈 Zoro isn't particularly short but he's not super tall either, so he might be a little jealous of you at first.

🍈 Remember what I said about Sanji circling you like a dog? Well in this case you'll be the one chasing him all the time and Zoro will feel like you're his shadow. But you're just curious about him and can't help but be taller.

🍈 Sometimes he tries to ignore you or ignore your gaze while he practices with his swords, but it is a matter of time until he gets used to your presence.

🍈 Once he decides to confront you, he realizes that he feels a certain admiration for you.

🍈 If he decides to take you with him on a mission he likes to call you his bodyguard (I can only imagine him calling you that when he has to face an enemy that he knows he can't defeat, but you can)

🍈 When you're alone, you two will probably confess secrets to each other and support each other. He'll be there to reinforce your confidence if your height embarrasses you and vice versa.

Nami

🦋 She lets you carry her when she is very tired

🦋 She doesn't care how tall or short you are as long as you're not a problem for her (i.e. don't bother her)

🦋 Sometimes she laughs when you don't fit somewhere (for example your bed) But it is never with bad intentions

🦋 She will use you as an "umbrella" to cover the sun.

🦋 She always has you there to hand her things or to store them in high places

🦋 Sometimes you two would conspire to prank the other members and if you two trust each other enough Nami will ask you to carry her very often (in any way possible).

Usopp

🍋 Usopp is another who will use your height to his advantage.

🍋 From time to time he will give you his slingshot to see how high and far you can aim.

🍋 And from now on you always help him when there is something he can't reach with the slingshot. You will also have competitions to see who can aim the furthest, of course.

🍋 Since he is in charge of repairing the ship, he will obviously also ask for your help when there is something that needs to be repaired that is too high.

🍋 He shares his adventure stories with you and would ask you to tell him one related to your height (he is mesmerized)

🍋 He probably takes one of your experiences/anecdotes and transforms them a bit when he tells them to someone else (once he invented that you were a titan and he was a warrior)

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wwillywonka · 5 months ago

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when you're writing heaven on their minds, what version of willy is in your mind? is it depp wonka or wilder wonka? I know for sure it's not chalamet wonka. or maybe the musical ones? borle or snook?

hi anon! thanks so much for the question!<3

i try to emulate this in heaven on their minds by the very fact that i include bits and pieces from all versions of canon, but my willy is very much an amalgamation of every willy. and when i say every, i mean every, which is why i reward myself (with the self-awareness of its pomposity) with the Wonka Expert title - because i don't consider just one willy wonka to be The willy wonka; they're all him and he cannot exist without every piece of himself.

in terms of physical appearance, i've shared my art of him on here (and on my instagram @/corduroycyborg), and those drawings are about as close as i can get to portraying how he looks in my mind: tall but too thin for his height, mid-length thick curly chocolate-coloured (ha!) hair that he straightens within an inch of its life, deep set electric purple eyes that can increase or decrease in saturation depending on his mood, nose like a rabbit's, perfect teeth and painted nails and gold jewellery and always a thick layer of makeup to hide his insecurities. i also go back and forth a lot in my head about his race considering i myself am mixed asian and pretty much project everything about myself on him. but i like to keep it ambiguous to make him an accessible character for all readers, an intentional choice that plays into the themes in hotm of him feeling like he isn't a person without the media and his fans telling him who he is. hotm (my) willy is definitely more based on 2005 because that is my favorite version (and because i am hopelessly, unfortunately attracted to twink johnny depp for no reason) but also because i feel like that movie does the best job of externalising his inner self through his appearance. wilder wonka is classic, of course, but i've always thought, even as a kid, that he just looks too damn nice, is too charismatic. wilder wonka, while definitely mad (the boat scene>>>), is just a big ol' teddy bear. his hair looks so soft, and the way he picks up charlie and twirls him around is so 🥺🥺🥺. gene wilder himself said that he wanted his wonka to look trustworthy so that he could focus on making his personality unpredictable, which i appreciate and think works well in the 1971 movie - but willy is supposed to be antisocial and scary and off-putting. it makes him so much more interesting to me. the original book describes him as bright and colorful, yes, but also as someone charlie immediately wants to unpack, to study, to understand. and the way wilder wonka doesn't even wear gloves...!! that's a hugely essential part of willy's character and his adversity to the outside world, and it just isn't present in what is typically considered the "best" version.

in chapter 7, i describe willy lounging in a oscar wilde-esque fashion, with a floral robe and lipstick and a french bob. i know this is technically me stretching the femininity of depp wonka perhaps a little too far, but it's my own special charm i've built around the character in the past many years of him being my favorite character of all time. perhaps it's just me being really bisexual and projecting my particular type and relationship with gender onto him; i accept that and own it. i will forcibly feminize my blorbos all i want and that is my right. now, to address gareth snook wonka. tbh the worst wonka look besides the unspeakable tom and jerry movie. THAT BEING SAID, uk tour willy is probably my favorite portrayal of the character ever. he's unpredictable, he's scary, and his attractiveness and charms are so unexpected but make so much sense in the most surprising ways - snook wonka is cunty, i'll say it. mix his personality with depp and that's MY willy!!!

and yeah, definitely no chalamet wonka. i literally don't think about him at all while writing the character unless i'm considering how noodle fits into the story. and i've said this before but i don't care for borle wonka even though i know he's a fan favorite. sorry lol.

TLDR: 93% depp, 6% snook, 4% dahl, and 2% wilder. ("but that's 105%!" yes.)

((p.s. the artist who appears most on the big unpublished playlist i have for him is lana del rey. if that helps paint a picture🎀🍫🐇🍒).

#this is so long but that's what happens when you ask me about willy asdfghjkjk #my posts #willy #ask #willy wonka #charlie and the chocolate factory #hotm #catcf 2005 #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #charlie and the chocolate factory 2005 #charlie bucket #gene wilder #wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka prequel

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Ancestor's Legacy chapter 14

The Desert: Chapter 4

Prev Ao3

Word count: 6,290

“What the fuck is this Ebo?!”

That was the phrase that woke Twilight up. As he tried to move and look around he felt pain radiating from every muscle in his body.

Twilight tried to recall what happened the previous day. He was caught in the tent, slammed into the mysterious potion filled rack, pain, and then he was caught soon after.

“Well, how would I know that this would happen?” Ebo angrily responded.

“Enough you two,” Terea, their leader, interrupted, “Ebo status report, what are we dealing with?”

Twilight could hear a pen being tapped on a wooden board, “Its size increased by roughly half of what its original height was added on. So, according to my hypothesis, it will have increased speed, strength, senses, be hungrier, but also be far more volatile than before,”

“Volatile?” the first voice, Laven asked irritably, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Twilight finally managed to open both eyes, and lift up his head ever so slightly from the ground. The three were arguing and talking some distance away. Luckily they weren’t aware he was awake yet.

“Well it will be more aggressive and have a lower patience level. I bet it will lash out unexpectedly,” Ebo gestured to the board.

“Can you control it?” Terea asked suddenly, “Or do we need to put it down while it is still asleep?”

“We are NOT doing that. We spent far too much effort capturing that mutt just for it to be thrown away,” Laven spoke this time with conviction.

“I will need to check, but I am sure we have the ingredients for me to create a potion of mind control,” Ebo nodded to himself, “and if it works then i can design a more permanent solution,”

Twilight stretched his neck and looked around as they stood in silence. Slowly but surely he was able to move his body and ignore the stinging pain. He was in a cage that would be far too big for him usually, but from what they said it was just about the right size for him now.

Cages surrounded him, most were empty, and some had the usual monsters of his Hyrule. Looks like they didn’t move him from the camp, despite what he did here earlier.

“Why do you want to kill it now? You are the one that suggested to put it in a cage first,” Laven asked, “Ebo was satisfied with keeping it barely alive so he could experiment on it,”

Terea’s fists clenched and unclenched, “.....doesn’t look familiar to either of you? Remember those murals in the castle,”

“Yeah, now that you mentioned it,” Ebo hummed thoughtfully, “It does look extremely similar to that wolf,”

“Did you ever pay attention to something other than your tests?” Laven pointed at Twilight, “That wasn’t JUST a wolf, it was the Divine Beast! Chosen by the Spring Spirits to protect Hyrule just as the hero was,”

“Oh yeah,” Ebo sounded as though he didn’t quite care, “you think it's related to the beast?”

“No doubt about that,” Terea answered shrugging, “I don’t think it is The Beast though, the fur is far too long, perhaps it's the offspring of it,”

So that is the story Zelda told about his wolf form. At least it made him and his wolf form sound like different people. Even more lucky that he decided to grow his hair out a bit, the longer fur definitely hid his identity better than anything else he could have thought of.

“You think if we feed it it will listen to us?” Ebo asked, filled with hope.

“It is an intelligent wolf that isn’t affected by the Zone of course…..” Laven trailed off, staring at the wide awake Twilight.

“Laven?” Ebo, waved a hand in their face.

Laven’s response was to grab Ebo’s face and turn him towards Twilight.

“Oh- Oh!” Ebo ran over, sliding to the door of the cage, “Why hello there erm- Wolf!”

Twilight growled, ignored his aching body, and got up. He was not going to be lying down as they surrounded him.

Ebo was tall and scrawny, not the tallest but still decently tall. He had the rounded ears of a human with brown hair, and pasty pale skin to match. Twilight couldn’t see the color of Ebo’s eyes due to a round pair of glasses resting on a stubby nose.

Ebo was the mage of the group, but yet Twilight has never seen a human use magic before. Nor did he ever hear from anyone of the chain of humans using dark magic.

Terea let out a tired sigh, “Ebo I know you are excited but get away from the beast,”

“Come on it won’t do anything-” Ebo started, sticking his hand in the cage. When Twilight lunged to bite, or at least nip it, Laven grabbed the taller by his shirt collar and dragged him back at the last second.

“You were saying?” Laven asked, faltering slightly, “Why is the mutt looking at me like that?”

Laven was the shortest of the three by at least a foot. This interloper had straight black hair cut off at the chin and the pointed ears of a Hylian. They had tanned scarred skin. Even having one similar to his own from years of having this chain on on their own wrist.

“Maybe stop calling the creepily intelligent wolf a ‘mutt’? It looks like it is covering quickly from its growth spurt too,” Terea said this while walking up to join the other two.

The tallest was obviously the leader of the three. She, unlike her companions, had broad shoulders and muscular arms. She had pale red hair pulled back into a ponytail, and amber eyes that suggested her being Gerudo. Though her paleness, pointed ears, and sharp features suggested she was more Hylian than anything else.

Twilight growled at the three, subtly leaning on the cage to test it. Even with his larger size and enhanced strength the cage didn’t even groan from the test. Which was somewhat lucky as they didn’t suspect a thing.

“My name is Ebo, the red haired one is Terea, and the short one-”

“Are you serious?” Laven protested, while Terea snorted slightly.

“Is Laven!” Ebo finished, undeterred.

Twilight didn’t snarl or growl anymore, but he did glare. They weren’t worth the energy of snarling, but that didn’t mean he was going to allow them near him.

“How long is this going to even last?” Terea asked curiously, bending down to look dead into Twilight’s blue eyes.

This time, Twilight did snarl, hackles raised and all.

“My best guess is a week,” Ebo started fiddling with his clothes absentmindedly, “Something like that, probably less seeing how quickly it happened,”

Twilight lifted a paw up into the air hearing the familiar clacking of metal on metal. Somehow his manacle managed to grow with him. Having an amputated hand due to the stupid thing would not be easy to explain to the others when he got back. Especially without revealing his secret.

“Do you think it's hungry? I doubt there has been much to hunt or eat around here,” Ebo spoke up suddenly.

“Definitely,” Laven nodded.

“Probably has an enhanced metabolism too,” Terea added.

Ebo clapped, making Twilight jerk and growl at the human, “I got it! I will make the potion and spike a slab of meat with it! Eating the potion would definitely be more effective than just pouring it on the beast,”

“Should we really say this in front of the beast? We already agreed it is far too smart for its own good, being related to a goddesses made monster won’t earn us any favors, even with us treating it kindly,” Laven gestured to Twilight.

“Please, the goddesses have never looked down at us with kindness. So what the worst they can do when all they’ve done is ignore us?” Terea looked down at Twilight like he was the scum of Hyrule.

“We all know we should avoid their wrath for this to work,” Laven argued, “Or else that hero will be sent, even if his relationship with the Queen is questionable,”

The tension between the two was so thick Twilight could have cut it with a knife. It looked like this was an often point of conflict between the two as Ebo actually noticed it. Ebo silently sighed as he watched Terea open her mouth to retort.

“I just thought of something!” Ebo interrupted the two with a pointed look, “With the leftover remnants of the potion I can fashion a collar of sorts that will control the wolf while it’s on it!”

“And how long would THAT take?” Terea looked over at the mage.

“Well the potion would be an hour or two once I double check to make sure we have everything,” Ebo started counting on his fingers, “A day or two?”

“Alright well,” Laven took a deep breath, “What monsters are on the agenda today?”

Ebo thought for a moment before groaning, “Bulbins, they are the WORST,”

“Then let’s not do it today,” Terea’s eyes gleamed.

“What?” Laven’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“That would set us behind!” Ebo argued, hands going out to his side.

“It’s late and besides-” Terea grinned, “We have a new beast that will need some opponents tomorrow,”

Ebo started wiggling in place, “Oh! Yes that would be- I need to get everything ready-”

“The potion and meat first?” Laven suggested, as Ebo switched directions to the tent.

“You on patrol while I make sure the monsters won’t escape?” Terea asked as if they didn’t fight mere minutes ago.

“Sure”

Twilight laid back down stiffly. He still ached from that potion that fell on him, and now keeping his muscles tightly bound ready for a fight. But now he had an escape plan, leave while he was out of this cage tomorrow.

The only caveat was escaping the mind control. He never dealt with anything like that during his journey. Surely it couldn’t be too hard to break free.

Twilight watched the three meander around the camp calmly. Ebo was cooking something that smelt rancid from here, he would definitely not be eating that. In fact, despite the gnawing hunger, he wouldn’t eat anything given to him by the interlopers. Not after the conversation he heard.

Later, just as Twilight thought, Ebo brought a slab of meat that reeked of the potion. It smelled of rotten eggs and dark magic. Twilight let out a low growl, pushing the meat as far away as he could. Which in the small cage wasn’t very far.

“Oh come on!” Ebo’s face fell, “Why won’t you eat it?”

“Told ya,” Laven pinched their nose closed, “It knew what we were talking about, even if it didn’t that thing smells awful,”

“I spent hours slaving away-” Ebo started before Terea placed a hand on the other.

“It will eat it eventually. Now come on you both, we will splash some of it on the beast in the morning if it refuses to eat it by morning,” Terea started pulling the other with her, watching Twilight with one eye.

“Oh good idea!” Ebo nodded, “but we might have to do that anyway- the fresher the effect is the better!”

Twilight listened to the three walking back to their own dinner as he pushed his out of the cage. That way he wouldn’t be tempted to eat it in the slightest.

Once it hit the sand Twilight laid his head down in between his paws. At least he could regain some strength via sleep. Maybe the hunger would be better in the morning.

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Twilight woke up to the gentle, familiar sound of an ocarina playing. Time often played it if he was the last one on watch for the night, and, for a moment, Twilight believed he was back with the others. That thought was thrown out the moment he remembered where he was, and the implications of hearing the ocarina could mean.

Twilight opened his eyes and frantically looked around. What greeted him was the golden poe that has been following him since he got back to his world. The music stopped as Twilight stared at the poe flabbergasted.

Shade had to be in his wolf form, being so close to the ground, but Twilight wasn’t sure he wanted to look his mentor in the face. After all, getting captured by the interlopers hurt Twilight’s pride more than he cared to admit.

Though it took only a few minutes of awkward silence before Twilight gave in. Activating his Wolf Sense Twilight came face to face with the Golden Wolf.

The Golden wolf looked vaguely irritated as he snorted at Twilight. Twilight bowed his head sheepishly, looking up to see the trademarked one eyed disapproving stare.

“My child,” The other wolf greeted in a strict tone, “Why are you still here?”

Twilight looked away, “I needed to see what was going to happen- what those elixirs did to me,”

Shade simply growled slowly, no words spoken but Twilight knew that Shade didn’t believe him. No matter what era Time (or Shade) somehow always knew when Twilight was making excuses.

Shade during their training always told him that “excuses blinded you from progress you could make”. It was one of Twilight's more difficult lessons to learn from the spirit. The lesson was even difficult to keep up nowadays.

“I…. could barely get up, much less fight my way out of here. Hell, I am not sure I will be able to tomorrow,” Twilight whined out, both ears pinned back as he glanced back up to his mentor.

In an instant the spirit’s expression softened, “Good, you remember the lessons,”

The golden wolf started to glow and change. There wasn’t a bright light, nor was it an immediate transformation. In fact it was similar to his own relatively slow transformation where you could clearly see the transformation.

As the transformation happened Twilight looked back frantically at the interloper’s tent. Luckily he didn’t hear anything from the tent, nor did he see a lantern get lit. He whimpered slightly remembering how those three needed a soul for whatever they were planning.

“Do not worry about me,” Shade spoke, as if reading Twilight’s thoughts and voice croaking from disuse, “I made my choice,”

Twilight turned his head back around inquisitively to see that Shade had completely changed. Though his form was not one that Twilight had ever seen his ancestor use.

Shade had on his signature helmet, but rather than see the smiling skull Twilight was familiar with he saw a bandana covering the lower mouth, and bandages covering Shade’s empty eye. In fact all of the places where Twilight could originally see bone, or see through the spirit was wrapped up with bandages, like a mummy.

Even the armor was in slightly better condition than what was previously seen by the Orodonian. Shade even had some better chainmail on, making it difficult to see his torso was wrapped in bandages.

Twilight made an inquisitive noise at the poe, but was ignored as Shade directed his attention to the cursed slab of steak. With his gauntlet, Shade picked up the slab as wordless magic covered both the poe and the meat in a blinding glow.

When the light faded Twilight shook his head and whined. It was so bright compared to the eternal twilight his eyes had gotten used to in the zone.

Then slowly but surely Shade placed the slab of meat into the cage silently. Twilight looked up at the red eyed stalfos as sniffed it warrily. What he smelled was not the rotten meat like it was earlier but rather it smelled of home. The Ordon spring, Faron Woods, and his treehouse, it was a welcoming scent compared to the constant and potent smell of dark magic.

Twilight glanced back up at his mentor who was kneeling in front of the cage, one arm resting on his knee, the other hanging by his side. Shade nodded encouragingly at the wolf, wanting Twilight to eat the slab.

After one last test sniff, Twilight dug in. The raw meat somehow tasted fresh and not gritting, despite it being in the sand and outside for hours. At that point hunger took over as Twilight greedily ate every last crumb. It was somehow enough to fill him up, despite the fact he hasn’t eaten in at least a day.

“They are here,” Shade spoke once Twilight had finished.

Twilight looked up and tilted his head while whining. He even looked behind him, but the tent was still quiet with inactivity. Twilight let out a confused noise looking back to Shade, only to feel a gauntlet be placed on his head.

Somehow, Shade’s arm had phased through the bars but still made contact with Twilight. Shade had froze for a moment, eye clearing staring at his hand. Twilight could feel Shade’s hand tentatively move through the fur on Twilight’s head.

Then Shade retracted his hand through the bars seamlessly. Shade’s red eye then focused on his hand as he flexed and clenched it. It was almost like the poe was in a trance, clearly deep in thought with his head tilted to the side.

“Shade?” Twilight asked, voice coming out as a small, confused bark.

That broke Shade out of his trance, dropping his hand back to his side, he then spoke gravely, “I- I am fine pup, THEY are here. You must escape, if not…..”

Shade looked away getting up, “Who knows what will happen to the others,”

The others?! Twilight stood up in alarm. Though he couldn’t talk to the poe anymore as Shade just vanished. Just…. gone, no light or nothing, simply vanished in front of Twilight’s eyes.

Twilight snarled to himself as he flopped back onto the cool ground of his cell. He couldn't escape yet, he needed to see who had the keys. At the very least he needed to get out of this cage. Then to deal with the chain he could get a rock to break it or maybe even the Great Fairy could help him loosen it.

Either way he would have to wait until morning, or the Zone’s equivalent. Then at the first moment he can, he will break free. Causing as much havoc as possible while finding the ‘others’.

Twilight prayed to whatever goddess that was watching him that it wasn’t the other Links. Though the way Shade referred to them, it made him think that he was close to them. Time was counting down, and no matter what, whoever they were, Twilight needed to help them.

Twilight laid down, deciding to get some rest while he can. After all, tomorrow is when he gets out of here.

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“Well I’ll be,” Laven spoke, waking Twilight up, “It actually ate that nasty meat!”

“Hey!” Ebo shouted from near the fire, “I spent hours working on spiking that!”

“Lav don’t be rude,” Terea came out of the tent looking bedraggled, “Ebo it was sitting outside for hours, who knows when the beast actually touched the rotten meat,”

Ebo sent a raspberry to the taller, “It takes longer than a couple of hours for meat to rot! Though now it would be a tad spoiled…”

“How did it even get the meat back to eat it?” Laven brought up, “By the time we went to bed the meat was lying in the sand,”

Twilight decided to only listen to the conversation and feign sleep. He didn’t want to deal with their panic if he so much as looked at Laven wrong again. For some reason yesterday he felt particularly angry, probably that “volatile” thing Ebo mentioned.

“You’re right! Just how did it do that?” Ebo’s voice was right next to the cage.

“Does it really matter?” Terea called out, presumably still from the fire, “As long as that beast is still locked up why should we care?”

“Yesterday you were so determined to find out what it was doing here!” Laven yelled back, “Where was that curiosity and what if someone was here in the middle of the night?”

“A: it is too early to be worrying about that mutt and B: there are no footprints, and we would’ve woken up if someone was here! Those monsters aren’t exactly quiet,” Terea mixed something that sloshed unpleasantly, “Now come over here and eat!”

Laven’s steps walked over to the front of his cage and rattled the door. Twilight, to keep suspicion low, let out a quiet warning growl. The Hylian scoffed before their footsteps retreated back to the campfire and Twilight was left to his thoughts.

Last night's events definitely did happen, the meat and Twilight’s hunger being gone was proof enough of that. Those three had no idea Shade was here, though they were suspicious.

Shade’s soul would probably be perfect for whatever they need one for, and his would look garbage in comparison. Having a soul that has been tainted by dark and Twili magic has made it more resistant to those kinds of spells. Hopefully that means that the mind control will be less effective.

Eventually the three finished eating their breakfast and started to get to work. Twilight watched as they pushed cages from all around the area into a mock arena, his included.

“So, are we ready to start?” Terea asked, now back to their personality from the previous night.

“Not quite yet,” Ebo brought out a flask, rock, and fern from his coat.

After a moment of silence Laven spoke, “Alright I’ll bite, why the rock?”

“It’s a geode first of all,” Ebo split it apart to reveal purple insides, “And secondly, we need to activate the mind control! First I’ll pour some of the spare potion onto the beast, and using the plant and geode I will make basically a controller,”

“Ah,” Terea nodded, “Are we sure we need to use that potion though? We don’t have a lot to spare,”

“It’s better if we have some fresh on him,” Ebo repeated, popping the top off of the flask, “It won’t take much, all I have to do is get it on its fur!”

To prove this Ebo sent the liquid flying out and onto Twilight. He couldn’t even try to dodge it, not with his bigger form and such a small cage. Just like the potion that made him grow, it tingled unpleasantly as it soaked in, but did not start making him ache like the other did.

“It’s…. Oddly docile today,” Laven sounded confused, “It had barely look at us today,”

“I’m guessing the potion made it more aggravated than usual, and this is what it's like most of the time,” Terea answered.

“We also did lock it up,”

“That too,”

“Would you both be quiet!” Ebo glared back at the two, “I have never done this before and I need to concentrate!”

Both fell silent as Ebo started reading from a book, chanting. The tingling got worse, almost like fire ants were crawling up his body and onto his head. Letting out a whine and shaking his head the feeling persisted. Then just as it started it stopped, right when Ebo stopped chanting.

Ebo held up a blackened rock, “There done! With this we will be able to command the wolf to do whatever we please!”

“Is that part of the spell?” Terea pointed at Twilight.

“What?” Laven asked, “I don’t see anything,”

“The beast’s fur is glowing,” Terea informed them, looking suspiciously at Twilight.

Twilight also couldn’t see or feel anything besides a faint warmth in his chest.

“I don’t see anything,” Ebo looked down at his book, “I’m sure it's just a side effect and nothing to worry about!”

“Alright what’s next?” Laven interrupted, "Do I get on top of the cages to release the bokoblin now….?”

“We should test it first,” Terea gestured for Ebo to do something.

“Oh! Right.. Uh-” Ebo floundered for a second, “Wolf, sit!”

Twilight felt his muscles twitch uncomfortably, prompting him to forcibly lean back nearly sitting down in the process. Rather than continuing the motion, he let out a small growl and stood back up and glared at his captors.

“Maybe this time say it like it isn’t a request?” Laven suggested, hand waving in the air carelessly.

“Ok,” Ebo took in a deep breath, “SIT!”

Instantly Twilight felt all of his muscles spasm, making him drop into a sitting position. He couldn't move a muscle, just frozen in place. He could look around frantically as the interlopers seemed to be happy that it actually worked.

“Good job,” Terea slapped Ebo on the back, “Now who should we put it up against first?”

“Uh the bokoblins?” Laven spoke, no longer where Twilight could see them, “Start easy, work to more difficult beasts,”

“I have to agree with Laven. I don’t know how well this will hold up,” Ebo admitted.

“Alright then,” Terea shrugged, “Laven?”

Twilight could hear sharp metallic twangs from Laven’s supposed direction, “On it!”

Terea grabbed keys from her belt, “Make sure that beast doesn’t bite me ok?”

“I don’t think it is going to do anything anytime soon,” Ebo joked as the cage door flung open.

Once Terea was out of the way Ebo ordered Twilight to go forward. Just like before, Twilight couldn’t control himself as his body forced him to go into the arena and sit back down. In front of him a bokoblin was released by Laven, who was balancing on top of the cage bars, somehow unlocking it from up there.

“Ok Wolf FIGHT!” Ebo yelled, blackened stone glittering disgustingly.

Twilight got up, and started circling the bokoblin. He didn’t want to do this, not in the slightest. But that magic forced him to snarl and wait for the bokoblin to strike.

Luckily he didn’t have to wait long as the bokoblin let out a cry and jumped at him. With the ease of years of practice, even in his larger form, Twilight sidestepped the attack and lunged. He got the Bokoblin by the neck, and bit down, snapping its neck and killing it instantly.

At least it didn’t suffer, that much Twilight could control, even if all he tasted was the disgusting monster's blood.

“Did you see that?! It killed it effortlessly! We need to up the difficulty,” Ebo frantically started writing on a clipboard, vibrating in place.

“Lizalfos?” Terea suggested, “those bastards are quick enough it should give it at least some trouble,”

“Good idea!” Ebo chirped before calling out “Laven?”

“On it!” Laven hopped to the cage with a thrashing violent unarmored lizalfos in it.

“Careful!” Terea yelled.

“Yeah yeah,” Laven grumbled, shoving their key into a slot at the top of the cage, opening the door.

A poor design of the cage with an extra unlocking mechanism made the doors far more fragile than what cages were supposed to be. Something that Twilight could definitely use to his advantage later.

This time the monster wasted no time in lunging at Twilight. This time Twilight had no qualms of disposing of the lizalfos early unlike the bokoblin. Everyone from the Chain knows that his bokoblins are perhaps the stupidest of the bunch after all, especially those wielding clubs.

As the Lizaflos leaped into the air Twilight wasted no time in diving under, grabbing the monster by the foot, and slamming it back down. The lizalfos started trying to crawl away, foot now broken and useless, but Twilight simply jumped on the back of the beast, stopping it in its tracks as his claws cut into its flesh easily.

As he went to deal the ‘fatal blow’ Ebo’s voice called out, “Wait- No stop!”

Twilight forcibly froze as the monster under him wiggled. He needed to finish this now before the lizalfos escapes.

“What are you doing?!” Terea hissed.

“That’s our only uninfected Lizalfos! We need it alive!” Ebo then called out again, “WOLF STOP!”

This time though a simple command wasn’t going to stop him as he raised his head back. Only pausing slighting at Ebo’s commands as sunk his teeth into the neck of the beast. It took more effort to crush the neck of this one compared to the bokoblin, but in the end the lizalfos went still.

He hated killing monsters this way. It was gruesome and unhygienic, but it was the only way to kill them quickly right now. Dealing with it just had to be something to come to terms with.

“No….” Ebo whined, “Why didn’t the beast listen….”

“Probably flight or fight response ‘bo,” Terea spoke, voice soothing and low, “You did have the mutt stop while it was on top of the beast. Whatever training it had probably took over and that was that,”

Twilight glanced over his shoulder at the two. While they were right about training, it was more to not repeat past mistakes. He didn’t need any more near fatal encounters with lizalfos in this lifetime.

Twilight’s ear followed the sound of Laven walking to the end of the cages, “Would more power make the spell more effective so that doesn’t happen again? You only used that fern for the energy source,”

“That was just a conduit so it connected the geode to the beast,” Ebo sounded thoughtful, “I suppose I can use what we… collected to put more power in my words,”

“Are you sure about that? You heard the stories about what happened to others trying to wield it,” Terea sounded concerned.

“It should be alright! It's only one spell after all,” Ebo’s hopeful voice echoed.

With his interest now piqued, Twilight turned fully around, only to stop dead in his tracks, blood turning cold. On a necklace, attached by a gold chain that wrapped around was a piece of a dark nearly stone like colored glass.

How did these people manage to get a piece of the Mirror of Twilight?

Thoughts swarmed through his head about the possibilities. Unaware of the fact he started growling, hackles raised as he continued to stare at the piece. Feeling as though an invisible thread was fraying at the edge the longer he stared at it.

“Uh guys?” Laven spoke, Twilight refusing to take his eyes off the shard, “I think we have a problem,”

The other two directed their attention to Twilight. Ebo took a step back, and Twilight mirrored it by taking a step forward, still focused on the shard. Terea grabbed her whip, slowly unraveling it.

“Would you look at that?” Terea smirked cockily, but all Twilight could smell was fear from her, “The beast knows what we have,”

“What should we do?” Ebo asked, not masking his fear.

“You have the rock,” Terea tried to raise an arm, but let it drop as Twilight snarled like a feral beast.

“Careful,” Laven called out from their perch quieting down as Twilight looked towards them, “I don’t think the mutt will be running away anytime soon,”

“B-beast lay down,” Ebo spoke, voice shaking, hand fiddling with the chain.

Twilight lowered ever so slightly, making it look more like he was getting ready to pounce than him laying down. That command was stronger than previous ones, but Twilight wasn’t about to lay down. Not to someone with THAT relic.

“O-oh,” Laven spoke softly, “I can definitely see the glowing now!”

“Shit! Ebo you have to get that wolf under control now!” Terea was no longer hiding how freaked out she was.

Ebo screamed, “WOLF LAY DOWN!”

“Shit…”

The spell hit Twilight like a train. He could feel the corrupting magic of the Shard radiating from here. Though for some reason, the pressure almost immediately lessened to a bearable degree, a warm feeling settling into his bones.

It felt as though that invisible thread snapped violently. Twilight ran at the two, caution gone to the wind, letting out a noise somewhere between a howl and snarl that rattled the cages around him.

“BOTH OF YOU RUN!” Terea screamed, rushing to meet Twilight, whip now fully drawn.

Twilight jumped back to avoid an arrow that Laven shot while yelling, “What?!”

Terea missed Twilight with her whip, “Don’t you see?! This wolf isn’t related to the Divine Beast, it IS the Divine Beast!”

That pause was all Twilight needed to grab onto the whip and pull. Terea didn’t let go, making her lose her balance.

Dropping the whip from his mouth Twilight lunged, grabbing onto her arm. Terea let out a scream of pain trying to shake the hero from her arm. If he was smaller than that surely would have worked, but he was large enough that the action simply made him stand on his hind legs.

Twilight’s blue eyes met Terea’s amber ones. All he could see was fear, and all he could smell was terror and metallic blood. Twilight usually at that point would usually lessen his grip, seeing such a terrified look.

But that didn’t matter to Twilight, all he could feel was rage. Rage at these people for causing this to happen, rage at Shade for giving such cryptic responses, and rage at all that happened to him in the past couple of weeks. At this moment all that anger came to him in one huge addicting rush, and he was going to make the PAY for what they have done.

Twilight broke the staring contest by dropping back down to all fours, once again making Terea off balance. While biting hard enough to keep his fangs deep into the arm, but not deep enough to sever the arm from the body. Twilight used his momentum to fling Terea over his head and into the wall of cages.

“TEREA!” Laven screamed, shooting more arrows at Twilight, all of which were easily dodged.

Terea was out cold from the impact. Twilight shifted his gaze to the archer, head turning slowly. Laven’s eyes widened and Twilight could smell the anxiety and fear increase.

Twilight snarled like a wild animal, as he bashed his side into a cage, allowing the bulbin out. Twilight had no need to kill it, and the Bulbin, even if a little bit infected with twilight, had no reason to attack him.

There was easier prey, and at the current moment, monsters almost saw Twilight as one of them. If not for the rage in his eyes, and the white parts of his pelt glowing then he would look just like them. Just another thing that Twilight would usually kill without another thought.

As Laven ran across the cages towards Terea, Twilight continued to bash in cage doors. Those that tried to kill him swiftly died a bloody death.

Everything became a blood red blur. Lunging at cages, biting, watching, hunting the interlopers. When Twilight gained some semblance of control again, Laven was standing over the limp Terea, bleeding from multiple cuts on their body, and surrounded by monsters looking for easy pickings. Using two daggers to try and keep them at bay.

Twilight huffed, remembering the last of the three. Ebo was all alone, the monsters didn’t know it, but that’s who the easiest prey was.

Twilight let his instincts take control, picking up the scent from among the ruined camp. This one made it far too easy. Ebo stopped in the tent, before taking off. The scent was too fresh. He spent too long in the tent and not enough time escaping him.

He took off running, not letting a second go wasted. Easily dodging past the traps set. Soon he was at the top of a sand dune, looking down at the human scrambling below, unaware how close Twilight is.

Twilight couldn’t help himself. He howled, and did it loudly. Finally he caught the one with the shard. That one caused this, maybe if the caster died or the mirror piece was contained then the zone would fall.

The human looked up and gasped, scrambling more and more, barely getting anywhere. Twilight took his time getting down, savoring the victory. His paws dipped so deep into the sand that his manacle was hidden.

Ebo chanted something, a bolt of black fire shot off. It was easy to dodge as the mage started scooting back, chanting something while holding the shard. He needed to be quick, who knows what spell was being casted.

The sifting of sands to the left of him, made Twilight instinctively duck down. A beast, some flew directly over him, crashing into the sands. Easily pinning the dazed beast with one paw, Twilight looked down briefly at it.

The beast was an adult male lion. Why the fuck was a lion here of all places? This is far from their natural habitat, unless of course it was summoned.

Twilight looked back up to the human mage. Only to find him gone, scent making Twilight believe he managed to teleport away. The few seconds it took for Twilight to pin the lion down, the human managed to escape. The human with the piece of the mirror.

Twilight growled looking down at the panicked blue eyes of the lion. This one had to be a summons, no normal lion would have a mane tinted with blue and silver.

“Wa- wait!” the lion spoke, voice familiar enough that it stopped Twilight dead in his tracks.

“WARRIORS!” Another familiar voice yelled from the top of a dune where the lion came from, the silhouette being that of a wolf.

Time….

Twilight jerked his head back down at the lion, sniffing it to confirm what he just heard. Stumbling off of the lion, all semblance of rage and anger leaked out of him as he starred with horror, knowing what nearly happened to his friend.

“Captain?!”

#editing on tumblr for italics and bold is annoying #ancestor's legacy #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu time #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wild #lu wind #lu sky #lu fic #lu four #linked universe fanfic #next chapter will be about the rest of the chain and what happened with them

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steel-and-fire · 11 months ago

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🐱---- Is your muse graceful? Do they possess a skill that they're quite precise and never sloppy with?

🐶 ---- Does your muse get excited easily? Is there someone (or particular people) that make them excited?

🐎 ---- How strong is your muse? Could they fight someone with a stronger skillset than them?

🦒 ---- How does your muse feel about height? Do they like their height or are they ashamed of it?

🦝 ---- What things have your muse gotten away with? Do they get sneak away often?

🐻 ---- What are some strange sleep patterns your muse has? Do they sleep a lot, too little, not at all?

//Oh, Jesus xD okay then

1. 😺 I wouldn't call Ferenir graceful by any stretch. If anything, he is a little clumsy too. Big and tall, and still unused to his horns and tail, he bumps into things quite often.

That said, when he is working, he becomes hyperfocused, and he is precise to the finest detail.

2. 🐶 Fen isn't an extremely excitable person, although he has a lot of things he does like and they make him happy. He will rarely show over excitement even with them, as he tends to be more reserved. But, three situations are exceptions.

First, is his art. When it comes to blacksmithed objects, he is like a kid in a toy store. He loves learning everything about high quality items!

Second, is his main hobby, which revolves around finding precious, or be exact, beautiful stones and keeping them in his collection. As an Earth Dragon, it is his small hoard, and he is way too obsessed with them.

And third, it's when he sees someone important he hasn't in a long time. Be it friend or especially lover, he becomes emotional, and he can't help himself from being all over them for a while.

3. 🐎 Ferenir is very strong. Much stronger than he looks or the vibe he gives. That is because Ferenir has no aggressive bloodlust, nor does he like looking for trouble, and especially, he doesn't dress the part.

But constant fighting and life or death situations have increased his powers to the point that he has become rather terrifying to fight. While his physical strength is impressive, it doesn't match other supernatural beings. His endurance though, is legendary. His toughness, durability, stamina and regeneration make him nearly indestructible.

That couples with the fact that he grew up and learned to fight as a normal human, thus always expecting his opponent to be stronger than him, making him able to deal with enemies far above his level. Plus...his runic mastery has come to add a lot to that.

4. 🦒 Fen is pretty tall, by human standards. 6'4" (195cm), sets him taller than most around him, although there are plenty that far surpass him.

He really doesn't think much about heights, and is very comfortable with his own. He never feels weak or meek when next to a taller person, nor does he see people shorter than him in that light. It is very convenient for reaching stuff!!

5. 🦝 Hmm...Ferenir doesn't really sneak away often, he isn't much of a rule breaker. He will not do it for mundane things, and not for things of personal interest. He will, though, if it's something he morally believes in. The law is important for the well being of everyone's lives, but he will break it if he thinks something good will come out of it.

If I had to point at the worst things he has gotten away with...he assaulted a drug den that was taking things too far, and murdered everyone who drew a sword against him. It was darker times. He was excused by the authorities due to self defense, and finding out the amount of people that drug den had led to their deaths, a whole pit of bodies thrown away into the caverns.

But then, he also...helped himself to a whole bunch of opium, which he secretly paid a doctor to help him alter it for safer use. It wasn't for himself, and he deemed it very important.

He led a group of vampire kids to a crime capital so they could feed on criminals and not get in trouble with the law(?)

Oh, and he made a deal with a devil. For the protection of his friends. It backfired, of course.

Yea, he hasn't been the most lawful kid, but it always involved helping others, and it has been a while since he last needed to go that far.

6. 🐻 I wouldn't call it exactly strange, but Fen is very much a cuddler when he sleeps. If he doesn't have someone to grab, he will his pillow. Something is getting hugged for certain.

He does sleep a lot, in general. His body has a big demand of energy for his powers to function, so he both eats and sleeps a lot. It's not to say he can't go with little sleep, in fact he more often than not has to, but when relaxed and with time to spare, he will very much enjoy some nice rest.

#nameapric #damn girl xD #ic #headcanons #asks #memes

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 1 year ago

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Vicarious (Part 29)

It has been a good while since they have switched back and Sokka is still finding small things to cherish, things that he hadn’t imagined would mean the world to him. Things that might irritate other people, but bring him joy. Things like listening to Azula complain about how much she hates the jungle and the rain and the mud.

“A princess shouldn’t have to live like this!” She declares. Nevermind that she has certainly gone on adventures like these before. Granted, that tank she had chased them around in probably had several luxuries that she doesn’t have now.

“My socks are soggy, my clothes are dripping–they feel so heavy when they are wet, it’s annoying.” She continues. Sokka can tell that Zuko is growing tired of the complaining but it makes him smile.

He thinks that the crinkling of her nose as she steps over a puddle of mud is precious. “I think I have mud in my shoes too…”

“Do you want me to carry you?” He offers.

“What?”

“Through the mud, do you want me to carry you? So you don’t have to worry about getting any more mud in your shoes?” Really he just wants an excuse to carry her, he hasn’t had the chance to do so yet.

Azula hums. “Yes. Carry me.”

And he scoops her into his arms. She fits rather perfectly in them. He likes being able to lift her off of her feet, he certainly couldn’t do that when she was him. “Is this better?” He asks. She drapes one arm around his neck.

She nods. “I suppose that it’s a little better. I’m still soaked though.”

“Yeah, rain does that.” Zuko mutters.

Azula sniffs and Katara snickers.

“Personally I love a good rain!” Hakoda declares, throwing his arms out wide. “It’s refreshing, makes a man feel alive.”

“Maybe if that man is from the Water Tribes.” Azula grumbles. “It makes firebends feel exhausted.”

After a while it makes him feel a little sleepy too but he doesn’t put Azula down, she seems very comfortable and she has finally stopped complaining. He doesn’t have the heart to ruin that for her. At any rate, it makes him feel much better to have someone to hold again. Jin had her own perks and wonderful traits but she didn’t like being carried.

Azula, of course, has her down sides. Namely that she is rather high maintenance. She is stubborn and intimidating. But she is also very sweet when she wants to be and she knows how to connect with people better than she realizes. She only needed a little nudge in the right direction.

“You can put me down now.” She mentions. There is less mud in this stretch of their hike. He carefully places her feet back on the ground and she reaches for his hand. Her hand is warm and soft. Very pleasant to hold and he counts himself lucky that he is one of the few who have gotten to do it. One of the few who knows what it feels like to hold her hand. “Thank you.” She says. “For carrying me. I don’t like mud.”

“Consider it an apology for the whole drill thing.”

“The drill thing…that was the Avatar’s fault.”

“It was actually my idea!” He declares proudly, earning himself a glare.

“We’re almost there.” Katara declares. To Azula she clarifies, “there’s this small shrine up ahead.”

“Kind of hidden and out of the way.” Zuko adds.

“It’s where Sokka encountered the spirit that I think could be responsible for what happened to the two of you.”

Azula’s face conveys the exact degree of unease that he feels. Grant his unease is steadily increasing with each step closer. This is a spirit that he had been hoping to never see again. One who probably doesn’t want much to do with him either. And based upon the look that she is giving, he is wanting to say that Azula isn’t particularly friendly with spirits either. He wonders if she had had any personal run ins, if it is secondhand dread, or if she has simply always been weary of the spirits just as some people are weary of closed spaces and heights.

“It’s a pretty shrine.” She comments.

She is off to a better start than he had been on his first go around.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #sokka #sokkla #fanfiction

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curvylizzie · 2 years ago

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Somehow it seemed like Jim's orgasm pumping jet after jet of rich, breeding cream into Claire lasted what seemed like a LONG time. Maybe it's just being in the heights of pleasure while watching it happen. Or maybe your milk increases the amount of cum that men produce. But you could swear you felt his cock throb more than fourteen times before it finally stopped. And then Jim did the next thing that the overactive breeding instincts that he and Claire shared demanded. He just held his cock inside Claire, letting his cum stay deep in her so her cervix could be sure to drink in as much as possible. Claire still leaned against you shuddering from pleasure, still feeling how BIG Jim was inside her, stretching her out and filling her up, her orgasm still propelling his cum deeper into her womb to find the HUGE number of eggs she certainly carried. You could feel her big, milk-bloated belly still pressed into your absurdly distended womb. You ran one hand through her hair. "Yes, take in all that cum and get pregnant. You know that is what you want." You spoke softly to her. And even while Claire was being fertilized while pressed into your massive belly, you could still feel yourself swelling. Your babies were still growing inside you while more babies were being made next to you. All 100+ in that gigantic, round tummy so stretched out by your super-expanded womb. Your belly expanding against your breasts and thighs and against your ribs, just SO MANY babies from doing what your body does naturally.

And we're back! I finally got time to be this horny!

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 2 years ago

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Headcanons for Philippines-chan pretty please with the cherry on top

Since he didn't have a character sheet, I made one. This will include some headcanons too!

Name: Ramil Apoian

Age: Nation 3020, Human 25

Height: 5’3

Weight: 140 lbs.

Appearance: Ramil’s tanned body is lean and is covered in traditional tattoos. They stretch from fingertip to fingertip, staying below the collarbone, and reach down to the top of his thighs. His rust, red hair is cut short with a soft wave on top and compliments his sandy-amber eyes.

In addition to the tattoos, his muscular arms have speckle scars from the molten glass he works with. In my opinion, it makes the tattoos more interesting since they are covered in minor imperfections like a pale person’s freckles.

He is known for wearing two types of clothing. The first is heavy, thick, protective clothing. Things like welder’s gloves, jeans, and work boots when he is working with his blown glass projects. The other times he is wearing thin, loose shirts, swim trunks, and flip flops. Usually, he wears those to relax or when he is preparing to collect pearls.

Personality: Unlike the happy and hospitable 1p Philippines, Ramil tends to be unhospitable and dark. He enjoys dark humor while being quick to find ways to kick people out of his home. Whether the process is rude or not depends on how much the person is annoying him. Should they drive him nuts, then he won’t hesitate to scream in their face as he drags them to the door and throws them as far as he can.

His dark nature also leaves him not very sociable. His battery runs dry quickly thus causing him to become darker in terms of humor and action. Things like threats and fights are more likely to occur the lower his battery becomes.

When left to his own devices and when his social battery is full, Ramil can be laid back. He doesn’t care what others may do as long as he is left to his own devices.

Dead: I’ll let you knock on his door and find out.

Weapon: Glass blowpipe

Family: Thailand, Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Vietnam

ETC: While under the thumb of other nations, he was forced to add their last name onto his own. During Spain’s reign, which he hated, his name was Ramil Apoian-Carriedo and under America, it became Ramil Jones. When either of these nations argues with him, they will use his former full names which pisses Ramil off more leading to fist fights.

His blown glass projects are museum-worthy in terms of their beauty and craftsmanship. They are often covered in the pearls he collects from the depths along with the ashes from his victims. Occasionally if one of their bones survives his massive furnace then he will add it in directly, just like the pearls.

All his tattoos are hand-poked and have been debating adding more. What stops him from doing so is the increased amount of time he’s had to put toward national duties, which gives him less time to work on passion projects, thus putting tattoos at the bottom of the priorities list.

Ramil is a smoker, and when he does, he looks like a factory tower from the 1900s. The large plums rival those of France. This similarity has led to them having a work-friend type of relationship, that they act on whenever they are both smoking outside at the same time.

#2p hetalia #2p Philippines #2p headcanons #charactersheet

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workoutequipmentau · 2 years ago

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A Complete Guide to Using Punching Bag at Home

Training with a punching bag is an excellent way to lower stress. On the other hand, hitting the punching bag keeps your cardiovascular health in check. For every home gym enthusiast, punching bags have found their way.

Here, we highlight the advantage, types and some helpful tips about buying punching bag.

The Benefits of Punching Bags

The benefits of punching bags are numerous and include:

Improves strength and coordination. Punching a bag is an excellent way to burn calories, increase muscle tone and build endurance. As you continue to punch the bag, your arms will get stronger while your core becomes more defined.

Increases focus and concentration. Punching a bag requires intense focus on the movements involved in striking it correctly so that you don't injure yourself or break anything else around you (like windows). This can help improve both mental acuity as well as physical strength over time by forcing you into situations where only one thing matters--hitting that sucker!

Types of Punching Bags

There are a few different types of punching bags, each with its own purpose.

Hanging bags are suspended from the ceiling and can be adjusted to different heights. They're great for practicing punches and kicks, as well as developing balance and coordination.

Freestanding bags are designed to stand on their own without being attached to any other equipment or surfaces. These can be used for cardio workouts or strength training exercises such as squats or lunges--and they're also great for shadowboxing!

Speed bags are small targets that require fast reflexes (and lots of stamina) when you hit them with your fists or feet. It's important not only how quickly you hit them but also how accurately: You'll want each strike to land squarely in order for this type of exercise to work its magic!

Choosing the Right Punching Bag

There are a few things to consider when buying a punching bag. The first is size, which should be determined by your height and weight. The second is material--you want something that can take the punishment you'll be dishing out. Quality and price are also important factors, but they're less critical than the other two considerations. If you're looking for a heavy bag that won't move around much when you hit it, go with something made of leather or canvas; these materials are durable enough to withstand repeated blows without breaking down too quickly (although leather does require some maintenance). If cost is more important than durability for your needs, synthetic materials like vinyl may be better suited for your needs since they tend not last quite as long as real leather or canvas but still offer plenty of protection against impact damage

Getting Started with Punching Bags

Find a suitable location. You'll want to pick a spot that's free from clutter and other hazards, so it's best to choose an area that has plenty of room around it.

Choose the right gloves. If you're going to be using your punching bag regularly, it's worth investing in some high-quality boxing gloves that provide protection for both hands while still allowing for proper form when striking the bag (you can find these at most sporting goods stores).

Warm up and stretch before starting--this will help prevent injury while getting ready for practice!

Start slowly by practicing basic punches: jabbing straight forward with either hand; cross punching with one arm while simultaneously blocking with another; hooking punches (curving inward toward the body) using either hand; uppercuts (lifting arms upward into position before striking).

Advanced Punching Bag Training

Advanced Punching Bag Training As you become more experienced with your punching bag, you can begin to incorporate more advanced techniques into your routine. Here are some examples:

Combination punches - These involve throwing multiple punches in quick succession. They're great for building speed and power, as well as improving coordination between both hands. Some common combinations include: left jab-right cross; right hook-left uppercut; left hook-right uppercut (also called "the four knuckle shuffle").

Power punches - These are aimed at landing one powerful strike on an opponent rather than several quick ones like combination punches do. They're useful for building strength in specific muscles needed for fighting situations such as boxing matches or street fights where there isn't time for multiple strikes before moving on to another target area on an opponent's body (such as their face). Examples include: straight right hands; overhand rights; hooks from either side of the body (left or right).

Safety Tips for Punching Bags

To ensure a safe and effective workout, follow these tips:

Wear the right gear. Make sure that you're wearing gloves and wraps on your hands before hitting the bag.

Use proper form. Punching bags are designed to absorb impact, so make sure that each punch lands squarely in the center of its target area (usually around chest level). If you're having trouble with accuracy or power output, try focusing on footwork instead of just throwing punches wildly at random angles--this will help improve both accuracy and speed over time!

Don't overdo it! If you feel any pain in your joints during training sessions with punching bags then stop immediately; this could indicate an injury such as tendonitis or bursitis which can be serious if not treated properly by a doctor immediately after diagnosis occurs."

Benefits of Punching Bags for Self-Defense

One of the most important benefits of punching bags is that they improve reflexes. As you practice your moves, your body will learn to respond quickly and efficiently. This can be especially helpful if you're ever attacked in real life; if you've practiced enough, the movements will come naturally to you when it comes time to defend yourself or someone else. Another benefit of punching bags is that they increase confidence by helping people feel more powerful than before they started training with them--and there's nothing like hitting something hard enough for it to move backward! As an added bonus, this feeling may also translate into other areas of life: if someone feels confident enough after working out at home with a heavy bag (or even just swinging around some light ones), then maybe he'll feel more confident about taking on new challenges outside his comfort zone as well?

Tips for Improving Your Punching Bag Workouts

Punching bags are a great way to improve your punching technique and build muscle strength. However, if you want to get the most out of your workouts, there are some things that you should keep in mind:

Vary your routine. Punching bags can be used for a wide variety of different exercises including kicks and punches from various angles as well as combinations. It's important to vary these types of movements so that each punch is performed correctly with proper form and technique.

Focus on technique over speed when working out with a bag because this will help ensure that each hit lands properly without causing injury or pain on either side (yours or theirs).

Increase resistance by adding weight plates around their base or hanging them higher off the ground if possible - this will increase both strength building ability while also forcing greater focus during training sessions due to increased difficulty levels!

Common Mistakes with Punching Bags

There are a few common mistakes that people make with punching bags.

Incorrect form: You should be using the proper technique when you punch, otherwise it will be hard to get any benefit from your workout. If you're not sure how to do this, ask a trainer or watch some videos online.

Not wearing gloves: You should always wear gloves when working out with punching bags because they help protect your hands and prevent injuries like calluses or blisters that can make it difficult for you later on down the road if left untreated.

Not warming up: Warming up before working out is very important because it helps loosen up muscles so they don't get injured during exercise (which would mean no more boxing!). Make sure not only that you stretch but also perform some light cardio exercises like jumping jacks or running in place for 5 minutes before starting anything else! This helps get blood flowing through those tissues so they're ready for action when needed later on down the road too.

Punching bags are a great way to improve your strength, coordination and endurance. They can also help you develop self-defense skills. With the right equipment and proper technique, punching bags can help you reach your fitness goals.

#punching bag #workout equipment #fitness #home gym

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