#It’s a shash now

[maimoncat]

Ho disegnato Dina in abiti da festa. A questo punto l’ho disegnata più volte come oca antropomorfa che nel suo aspetto umano.

Drew Dina in some festive attire. At this point I’ve drawn her more often as an anthro goose than in her human form.

Hab Dina in Festbekleidung gezeichnet. Jetzt hab ich sie schon viel öfter als Gans als als Mensch gemalt.

[copperrook]

Eugene's robe is real and it is mine.

You'll forgive me for not wearing it off-shoulder right at the mo, since Tumblr has a problem with tiddies and all.

Construction details under the cut

Now if you read my tags on the previous post, you'll know that it was my intention to make this robe out of some silk that had been languishing in my fabric storage, small problem though

Not all of it is black

(Left two are raw silk, different weights, right's a haboti silk scarf)

Now that's an easy enough fix

I did have to do about three passes to get them to match though, as black is a notoriously hard colour to dye

Next one must make a mock-up out of an inferior material, this here is poplin.

Now if you were just making this costume-quality, this material would be fine, slap on a collar, hem and overlock this guy and he'll do great, I'm just extra.

You'll also note the piecing on the shoulders here, that is because i did not have enough silk to cut it all in one piece

That picture to the right is how much in total was left as offcuts from all the silk used.

Fun huh?

Does also mean it's not floor length, but on the plus side it's my preferred length anyway

Eugene proper doesn't need to move his legs when walking after all

Anyways then it was just a matter of sewing the whole thing together (no pics, soz) most of it is machine sewn (silk thread) with top stitched flat felled seams, that includes the split in the back where it essentially runs from a flat felled seam to a hem by just pressing outwards and tucking under.

The entire collar was whipped stitched down on the inside within the seam allowance to avoid any top stitching lines on the outside or nasty flappy bits on the inside. (And because haboti LOVES to warp, which was not entirely circumvented with this method)

The arms eye seams were also hand finished with an invisible felling whip stitch, and the sleeve bottoms hemmed with a sort of invisible pad stitch.

The several days worth of hand stitching just listed is why this took me a while.

And so i chose a good-enough scarf for a shash-yeah jk i made the sash from scratch out of yet more Haboti silk and dyed it.

I don't think it's quite dark enough so I may dye it again later.

If you want a approx amount of fabric that's in this piece, the robe is a bit over 4 meters of silk Total?

And the sash is about 3mx70cm on top of that.

Now I'm gonna go luxuriate in this robe I stole from our fictional son, happy S3 E2 of Midnight Alley y'all!

[queen-kassiopeia-the-5th]

Personal opinion, but Radiants shouldn't have to be able to heal old wounds, even with stormlight.

During the books we see Lopen regrew his arm, Gaz regrew his eye, Hobber reanimating his legs after being slashed by Szeth in the previous book. All wounds are months/years old but they heal them the moment they become Radiants and could breath in stormlight themselves.

In my opinion it shouldn't be possible. They should only be able to patch wounds they got after they became Radiants. Renarin can only heal wounds on others if they are relatively new, there is a time bracket during which his powers are effective. I think it should be the same for Radiants healing themselves.

Now, I know what some of you want to say. The king of the Reshi isles, who was born a woman but always saw himself as a man - operating under the title King even before - became physically male when bonding a Spren. So the bond turns you into the perception of yourself, how you view yourself in a way - Lopen sees himself as still having two arms etc.

But I still think it's a cheaper writearound. Because think of it. These people became Radiant, but they still have a disability, an injury, and they cam still kick ass despite it! Lopen wearing a fake arm he can send as a projectile, Gaz hiding extra gems in his eye socket a la Aemond Targarian, for extra stormlight, Hobbs flying instead of wlaking, kind of like Rysn's Fabrial enfused wheelchair.

Kaladin can't get rid of his slave brands, because they are part of how he percieves himself now, the Shash is the symbol he is assossiated with, but he also hates them, so I don't get why they don't heal, too.

I think it would be better if this waan't one of the Radiant perks, and we got to see these characters navigating theur powers with their disabilities and turning them into advantages.

[vigilantesyth]

My team 7 head connon

Sasuke and Naruto get injured a lot, and that kinda forces Sakura to become a medical ninja before she becomes a medical ninja and she had to do alot of reading and stuff with kakashi and the boys making Naruto read as well and everyone just knows something about something.

Naruto was all over the place and knows a lot of things that most times never add up but knows exactly how and why those things happen due to hyper fixation. Sometimes the team turns to him when they need something specic for some mission like the time everyone ran out of chakra and it was raining and he just so happens to know a way to start a fire and turn a stone slab into a pot. He also carries around a bag or pouch apart from mission stuff for his.'You might never know trinkets' it comes in handy alot.

Sasuke have read everything in his library turns out it's mostly ninja related anyways so he reads cook books and now knows too many recipes and forces everyone on the team to eat healthy and spoils them rotten while doing it. He bakes every day and found love live love to feed his team. Fun side note you can't poison him because he knows all the poisons and how they taste and or administered now.

Sakura like said before all of this studies all medical stuff she can get her hands on until she knew basically everything and theory's but didn't have any practice. So, I started to practice on herself (think Maomao from Apothecary Diaries). This led to the team finding out, and now they get hurt and just B line to her no matter where she was. She gets so mad at them for not caring about themselves this happens so much that she had done many surges , stitches, cleans, detox, and more. She's mad at them for getting hurt but knows they only lost their self-preservation so she could stop hurting herself for experience. She also has a bag with many medical hurbs and basically makes her own medication sometimes. A shash with medical tools and painkillers masks and gloves there is do much more.

Kakashi was banned from porn book and just started reading books on parenting and therapy. HE IS MOTHER. He sows, cleans, not cook because that's Sasukes domain but dose it on occasion , wash, reads bedtime stories, punishment and more he is a MOTHER.

But he is also a FATHER.

He dose random stuff with them that's fun, pays for everything , fishing trips, protection.

He is PARENT.

He basically lives on the Uchiha compound and the kids took over a section for each of their things anyways so he is their parent.

So he is DILF because he looks so damn good doing it.

But everyone on team 7 is traumatised. Too much too much. And this all happens before the genin exam so do with it as you will how the forest of death would go.

[nashdoesstuff]

CACKLES

i blame @justanidiotartist for this /silly/silly

wahshbs……… shattered x nash exists now <3

????? shash???? nashered????? shattereddoesstuff idfk but here we are

shattered belongs to galacii i belong to shattered /ref

[extravagantliar]

They line up like chattel.

Cattle.

Oxen.

Steer. 

He summons other words to keep his mind abuzz. He's heard all of this before, how to step in time, how to play the game, but the sky is split, and he's in a room with Tiny, Curly, Chuckles, Hero, Sparkler, Cole - the kid, and him on the end. Height order and all, and all always on the fucking end. Solas is somewhere in the middle, having something shoved at him (  hat! Solas owes him! ), and Varric laughs too soon as it catches the eye of the ambassador, and Varric finds himself trying to remember how to fall in line.

He's not a soldier, and he’s barely a rogue, if he's honest. Barely present for this as there's a nagging pain in the back of his head from drink and low light. “Master Tethras.” It’s said like a Chantry sister scorning him ( true! He had admitted he did not know the chant, and Chantry boy’s mentor had laid into him for it - as if he was lapsed. No, not lapsed, just stubborn ). Alas, and thankfully, Josephine is nicer than a Mother - when not crossed, when not on metaphorical pins and needles.

“Now, Master Tethras was my father.” He reminds as if he were some great jokester, as if he never gave up his position as jester in Kirkwall - as if that was the mask that hid the true face. Solas laughs. Good, at least one of them has a sense of humour. “Ruffles, is that a coat?”

“Yes, and it has buttons.” If they expect Varric to groan at this remark, they do not know him well enough, which is fine by him.

Great. He honestly doesn't mind, but the wool is red and rough against his hand, the sash a royal blue. “I thought our official colour was navy?”

“We - we cannot wear the same colour as the Empress.” 

That, that makes sense. “Ah,” he ends up holding the jacket like it is a snake waiting to strike.

Another laugh, this time from Dorian and a thoughtless, thoughtful word from Cole. “Is crimson not your colour? Or is it fixation on a navy-clothed figure, lost? Lost and found, against odds?”

“Kid, stop saying odd shit.” Something he nearly hushes without a thought, and it pulls a peel of laughter from not only Solas but from The Iron Bull. That causes him to frown, the wool crumpling in his hand, “Ha-ha…are we sure it is a smart idea to bring those two?” He forks a thumb at Solas mainly, but Bull is behind him, repeating another joke from another mission. Yet, Josie is firmer than anything said, silencing Bull with a glance, and Solas’s eyebrows would disappear into his hairline if there had been one.

“Mean,” Cole repeats for the class, as if he's pinging off Varric's thoughts. So he scowls, and Cole cocks his head to the side as if he's questioning him on a deeper level. “Is it not?” 

“Stop.” It is not Ruffles or Josie who says those words; instead, it is the Ambassador who draws them to a hush, causing all of them ( but Cullen, who was not complicit in at least this ) to fall into line. “Those who have uniforms and orders, or are Master Tethras - can go.” He moves before the others; he doesn't mind the missed manners here, as there's not much that can be done. After all, he is the lost one ushering others to the door with a nod of his head - yet Solas is the only one who moves in time with him.

Makes sense, well, mostly. If he's honest, this stopped making sense when Solas grabbed him by the back of his jacket - the both of them wide-eyed as the conclave became nothing but ash, the elf’s hand grabbing the back of his jacket as he moved, thinking the explosion was something else, somewhere else even. He shakes that time, that time he sees too often, from his vision. 

Solas holds up the ugliest hat Varric has ever seen.

“That’s…a choice.” Varric states, shaking out the wool of his own uniform. It is also a choice, a shade paler than the crimson he normally sports; maybe he can finagle his Kirkwall pin onto the shash.

“A strong choice.” Solas agrees; for a moment, Varric wonders if the elf is debating setting it on fire in his hand. It reminds him of a trick Bartrand taught him, how to lean into a flame and catch parchment - but not sleeves. “Consider yourself lucky,” the man states, holding up the hat one more time.

Varric laughs, “You owe me.” 

“I have no recollection of agreeing to those terms.” 

“Oh, you don't?” Varric laughs as they move through the Keep. “I think I could summon the conversation if I tried hard enough. Didn't you have the winning hand and the call card in yo—” He doesn't get the chance to finish.

“Well enough, Varric.” Solas finishes for him, yet the hat is still one piece. Varric frowns at that. It's a stupid thing to frown at, but they need the smallest wins these days. They close their eyes and celebrate the smallest things. A meandering stroll that ends at a fireplace and a wall, a door ( their meaningless partition ) and meaningless darkness. Written word or fresh fresco, finding either of them.

“Well enough, Solas.” Varric parrots, stopping in front of the fireplace, he half calls home, half calls a refuge. “You’ll be alright?” 

“Well enough.”

“That is not what I asked.” Semantics matter, after all, and Varric runs his hand against his uniform again. Thoughts always swirl, always leading him to some sort of what-if, some kind of world where it’s penned in tandem rather than the bleary singular. Rather than the dull grey he finds at the edge of his vision, yet a smirk is present ever still as fast fingers grab the hat and tuck it among his things. “Oh no.” 

Solas laughs. 

The big things do matter, but these small matters end up as one, one bigger matter they all seem to be clawing after, some sort of survival. “Cards?” Varric offers, stepping away from the fire - away from the shared wall, sure does it blur, but he ignores it and the glimmer of white-hot fire.

“Drinks?” Solas counters, all but missing that damned hat. Hand on that doorknob.

“And bets.” Varric cements, holding up the hat, nearly ready to fling it wide into the fire. Yet it is handed back. “This will look hideous on you.” 

“Noted, but you will look like a holiday roast.” It’s the best insult he's heard in years, so he laughs at the dichotomy this all is. So Solas disappears beyond that door, and Varric walks away.

Points tend to divert anyway.

[taurnachardhin]

also @havenfable I totally agree that Hoid would probably like Marsh!

I've always felt like he'd have a similar dynamic with Marsh that he does with people like Kaladin and Renarin where he WOULD 100% poke fun at him, but not in a way meant to be hurtful. Honestly, Marsh getting his own Hoid therapy sesh is high on my Cosmere wishlist, like there's a guy who could stand to hear "the dog and the dragon," you know? 😭 I have Many Thoughts on how Marsh may not have been able to heal his fucked-up eye socket for basically the same reason Kaladin couldn't heal his Shash brand. The injury itself comes from a specific traumatic experience, but he may have internalized it as something he deserved, because to him it's a signifier of what he sees as a shameful failure on his part: not being able to stop Ruin from forcing him to hurt and kill people in general, and his friends specifically. And he still feels guilty for that failure, no matter how irrational it is. Kaladin's real scar isn't the slave brands, it's being labeled as "dangerous" and taking it to heart; Marsh's isn't from getting hit by his friend, it's that his friend told him he didn't have a soul anymore, and Marsh is afraid he was right.

(Sometimes Kaladin does feel like Branderson's apology to Marsh stans, like, "ok fine the clinically depressed, self-righteous older brother is actually kind of the main protagonist in this one, happy now?" And of course we aren't happy, we've never been happy people, but we're in a better place now than we were in the past okay I will see myself out)

[knightsradiants]

𓏲𓏲 caring for the sick. 𖥻 ᥲᥴᥴᥱρtɩᥒɠ .. ☄︎ ، you look like hell. ᝰ @bledanew ⨾ nesta to kaladin .ᐟ              

kaladin  has  to  bite  back  the  smile  that  threatens  to  appear  on  his  tiers.  nesta  was  a  lovely  thing;  his  fondness  had  grown  exponentially,  though  she  could  be  abrasive  and,  to  some,  offensive  ⸺  he  drowns  in  that  static  of  sentiments.     ❝  ness,  ❞  he  acknowledges,  attempting  to  sit  up  and  finding  that  the  room  spins  in  his  periphery.  sylphrena  sits  quietly  on  the  sill  of  his  window,  staring  out  at  the  expanse  beyond;  urithiru  was  home  to  them  all  now.  he  was  thankful,  at  the  very  least,  to  have  someplace  to  his  own  and  with  the  woman  settling  on  the  edge  of  the  mattress,  he  was  glad  for  the  closed  door  sequestering  them  so  no  one  could  witness  the  softening  of  the  man  they  all  called  stormblessed.   a  rough  hand  brushes  wild,  damp  curls  from  his  forehead;  the  shash  brand  that  marked  him  was  once  a  symbol  of  shame  but  now  .     .     .  it  was  a  symbol  of  his  redemption.  he  blows  out  a  breath,  and  the  huff  of  wind  catches  syl's  attention  and  she  walks  across  the  air  to  settle  close,  perching  upon  his  shoulder  so  she  could  lean  into  him.  nesta  speaks  and  he  almost  laughs.  of  course  that'd  be  the  first  thing  she  says  and  he  didn't  doubt  that  she  was  right.  it'd  been  awhile  since  he  was  unwell  but  hm,  he  supposes  stormlight  can't  cure  everything.  ❝  yeah.  I  probably  need  to  bathe,  ❞  he  admits.  it's  a  bit  embarrassing  to  consider  ⸺  that  he  is  filthy  in  her  presence.  it  is  such  that  shamespren  fall  about  him  like  red  -  and  -  white  flower  petals.  it  does  not,  however,  stop  him  from  dragging  himself  from  beneath  blankets  to  shift,  placing  his  head  in  her  lap  as  syl  floats  upward  on  an  unseen  current.  an  exhale;  eyes  close  for  just  a  moment  before  he  finally forces  himself  to  sit  up  straight.  despite  him  being  unwell,  he  is  a  tower  in  comparison  to  her  ⸺  though,  it  should  be  noted  that  nesta  was  in  no  way  petite.  he  liked  that  about  her;  the  attitude,  the  strength,  that  smile  that's  sharp  as  a  blade.  bare  feet  against  the  stone  of  the  tower  makes  him  wince as sensation returns to his limbs once he's standing.  a  hand  is  proffered  to  her,  if  only  to  be  assisted  to  the  washroom  ⸺  she  needn't  stay.  ❝  how  has  training  been  going?  ❞   is queried quietly, an affectionate glance being shot down at her. ❝ not that I've ever worried about you. you can take care of yourself. ❞

[shanks42]

Shanks: The ancient prophecy of the missing millennia

This is the first time I am posting. I appreciate feed back and I can do separate one-shots with character if you'd like to place a request. This is a ongoing story with many chapters to come. The story is about Shanks getting Captured, tortured and rescued. Shanks has a relationship with Nami and Robin and history during the 2 years they were gone. Stay posted for more :)

Chapter  1: Shank’s battle with The Blackbeard Alliance

Shanks was currently involved in a battle with Blackbeard, Burgess, Flamingo and Kaido all at once barely dodging attacks. “That was close” painfully exclaimed Shanks after barely escaping a direct hit from Blackbeard. He was barely conscious as it was since his crew had all been wiped out by Kaido and Blackbeard. “Well looks like you dodged that hit and is still conscious I see” snickered Flamingo. Shanks glanced up and gasped when he saw Do Flamingo coming in with his string shotgun. 

Oh no, when did he get up there. I was barely able to stop Blackbeard's attack, I don’t think I can dodge this one. I can’t move and my vision is blurry, I didn't even detect him thought Shanks as he attempted to stand and failed falling to his knees. “Looks like this is the end of the road for you red hair” boasted Flamingo as he sent his string 72lb shotgun straight towards the yonko. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhh” screamed Shanks as it hit him dead on. He flew back and smashed into the ground, blood spraying across the air from Flamingo’s attack. 

Shanks vision is extremely blurry and fading into blackness, the last thing he remembers was Blackbeard walking up laughing “Oh the fun has just begun” was the last words he heard before succumbing into darkness. “Wakey Wakey, don’t want you missing out on all the fun now do we” laughed blackbeard as he punched the red haired yonko in the stomach with his blackhole causing Shanks to jolt awake.

 “Aaaaaaahhhhhhh blahhhh” screamed Shanks as he spat up blood. “Oh good, you’re awake just in time for the party” snickered Kaido from the corner of the room. Where am I, what happened? Last thing I remember was Flamingo attacking me and the “huh” it dawned on him. BLACKBEARD!!! Everything came back to him at once. 

“What did you do to my crew?!?!?!” weakly demanded Shanks, earning him a sharp kick to the chest by Bellinger. It was at that moment Shanks realized his cape, sword, shash and shirt were all gone leaving him bare before his torturers. “Oh, your crew??? Don’t worry about them, we left them to die back there!!” laughed Kaido right before he delivered his gorilla punch right to the side of Shank’s heading. “Uggghhh” groaned a semi conscious borderline delirious Shanks. Blood ran down his face and onto the floor as he realized he was suspended in the air and chained down. 

“W-wh-where a-am I??” weakly groaned Shanks, trying to blink the blurriness out of his eyes. His head was throbbing from the gorilla punch by Kaido. “You are at the new location of the smile factory. PUNK HAZARD!!!” maliciously laughed Flamingo. “Don’t worry, no one followed us so we have all the time in the world to spend time together” laughed Burgess landing  a 1 ton gravity kick masked in armament Haki and lightning to the yonko’s gut. Shank’s head flew back and a blood curdling scream came from the young redhead “Aaaahhhhhhh Aaaahhhhh” screamed Shanks as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he splattered up blood.

“I think he wants more. Bellinger hit him with your double bull horn head butt” said none other than his stepmother, the one who tried to kill him when he was a boy. “Y-Y-You B-Ba-bastard” wheezed Shanks. “OKIE-DOKIE!!” exclaimed Bellinger, hitting shanks and piercing his chest with his horns. “Aaaaaauuugggggggghhhhhhh” was all that came out before Shanks succumbed to the darkness taking over from the pain he was in. “Oh no, we're not done yet” was the last thing he heard from Flamingo before passing out watching a string pistol shot heading towards him.

This is a ongoing series, let me know what you think. I am currently working on it and will take requests for any pairings for other stories including once shots. Enjoy!!!

[justadumbgnome]

WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABOUT THE PINK SIDE

We’re all familiar with this image from Redux, and how the orange text “07734” translates to a “hello” from the unknown orange side. BUT I haven’t seen anyone talk about how it also says “Thomas = 8”??? Maybe i’m just not looking in the right places or im just insane, who knows. BUT this kinda confirms a pink side???!!!

We know how the sides each have a color associated with them, and how Thomas is Full Rainbow All Of Time.

Roman=Red

??(Hinted at)=Orange

Janus=Yellow

Remus=Green

Patton=Blue

Logan=Dark Blue

Virgil=Purple

???=Pink???

There are no other colors that could be in the rainbow, unless, its a variation of a color already in use (eg; Logan’s blue is darker than Patton’s), BUT I don’t believe it is. Remus is green, but he isn’t a specific shade of green. His shash is more lime while his emblem is dark green, so we can rule out another green side. Similar theory applies to Virgil. We can also rule out red,yellow, and orange because there aren’t really variations of those.

So we’re left with pink, OR, (i just thought of this as i’m typing) turquoise/teal.

I know the color isn’t much to go off, but it is SOMETHING. What can the color tell us about the side?

Roman, Logan and Patton’s colors were assigned based on outfits before the series became as big as it is now, so there’s little room to guess what those colors have in common with what they represent. However, Thomas made the choice for Janus to be yellow, Remus to be green, and even Virgil to be purple. Remus being green makes sense, as it’s the opposite of red, but what is deceitful about yellow? What is purple about anxiety? And maybe if we found an answer to these questions, we could find some to the questions like

“What is the orange side?”

(i know im probably overthinking about nothing BUT IM HAVING FUN OKAY and not having anyone to rant to about sanders sides has driven me insane 😭 so if anyone wants to talk about my points that would be GREAT, even its just to tell me im crazy lol)

[nero-vanderwolf]

HAIII tag Beanus so I don't have to send it to him too

Since that first "little" incident at Lisa's school, she had unfortunately found herself hanging out with Eikichi quite frequently. Really, she only wanted to spend time with Tatsuya, but he attracted an odd bunch.

Time spent with the group was still time spent with Tatsuya, no matter how tainted it was. And so she sat, feigning interest in whatever Maya and Yukino were researching for their latest articles. Tatsuya was off in his own world, reading the manual to a motorcycle he did not even own.

Lisa had begun checking the clock every few seconds to see just how late Eikichi would be. Two minutes, five, ten-

"That kid said he had something special going on, then he flakes on us!" Yukino finally snapped.

"Mhm, definitely suspicious," Maya added, though she was significantly calmer than her hot headed friend.

Lisa sighed and slouched back into her seat, "I'm not surprised he's dumb enough to get lost on the way to a diner two streets down from his school."

The little bell above the door rang and rang when the door slammed open. Everyone looked at the panting Tatsuya. His clothes were drenched and his makeup looked like a half melted clown.

"Look who's finally here," Lisa narrowed her eyes.

"Shut up," Eikichi groaned, "Ginko."

"Undie Boss."

The tunnel vision that always accompanied Lisa's mockery of Eikichi had stopped her from noticing the person he brought with him until she stood silently at the end of the table.

The first thing just about everyone noticed was the dress that was not appropriate for the weather. There were slits on either side, with a big red shash in the middle. Lisa had to stop herself from immediately laughing at the odd outfit.

"This is Lyn, and Lyn, these are Tatsuya, Maya, Yukino and Ginko," Eikichi smiled.

"Hi," she said quietly.

They all scooted over on the bench to make room for both Eikichi and this friend he brought with him.

"What area are you from?" Lisa asked.

"Just outside town," Lyn oddly said, for it contradicted what Eikichi had said at the exact same time, "Caelin."

"Excuse me?"

The two exchanged odd looks and Lyn whispered a bit loudly, "You said I needed a cover story!"

"Yeah, when talking to my parents cause they'd call us both crazy! These guys are normal though," Eikichi answered.

They looked back at the rest of the group, who had all been staring at them with blank expressions. Even Tatsuya had put down his "magazine" to listen to whatever they were yapping about.

"You got your stories straight now?" Yukino asked.

"Yep!" Eikichi answered, "Lyn came out of a portal in this alley near my home. She's from a region in this other world called Caelin."

"At this point, we may as well say I'm from Sacae," she said.

Eikichi quickly corrected himself, "Yes, right. Lyn is from a country called Sacae."

Strange. Whatever this prank was that Eikichi had agreed to with this new friend of his, it wasn't particularly entertaining. Lisa merely rolled her eyes while trying to think of something mean to say.

"You sure she didn't come out of a wardrobe?" Yukino said deadpanned.

"Haha, very funny, but I swear I'm not lying!" Eikichi demanded.

"Why a wardrobe?" Lyn asked.

Lisa grinned, finally having thought of a cruel joke, and faced Lyn, "You must get off on humiliation if you agreed to help Eikichi with a joke like this."

"I don't like these people," Lyn said.

The table desolved into a little argument between Eikichi and Lisa, with the occasional mean remark from Yukino. Lyn still could not figure out the wardrobe joke. Maya had put in earplugs and taken out her notebook to review her recent work. No one had thought of Tatsuya at all for the last few minutes.

"Can we see the portal?" he muttered.

Lisa paused mid incredibly rude sentence and looked at him funny, "Not you too!"

"No, that's a great idea!" Eikichi beamed.

"I don't know. A group like this could attract unwanted attention and everyone from this world seems to be..." she paused for a good long moment while her eyes rested on Lisa, "Untrained in combat."

At that last remark, Lisa had had enough.

"Alright, take us to this portal right now!" she demanded.

The group left the table in no time (while Maya briefly stayed behind to pay for their drinks and apologize to the staff for causing a ruckus) and made their way to the fabled alley in the pouring rain.

Eikichi stomped all the way there while Lyn trailed closed behind. The others walked slower as they huddled around Maya, who was the only one smart enough to bring an umbrella.

Eikichi and Lyn turned a corner into an alley that smelled bad from several meters away. While the others walked in, Lisa stood just outside. Trash bags littered the place and there seemed to be an entire rat civilization amongst the garbage. What a vile little place she had been led to.

"Just over here!" Eikichi smiled.

He stood behind a dumpster, out of sight.

In unison, Maya and Yukino gasped at whatever they saw. Lisa could not see it, only the amazed looks on their faces. Had you told them all their dreams came true, it was doubtful they would look even half as surprised and as they did then.

"We're going through the portal without you, Ginko!" Eikichi laughed.

One by one, they all disappeared. Lisa stood alone, staring into that dark alley. She could not decide if it was worth it to follow them and she stood there for several minutes. Her clothes were soaked and she began to shiver. Maybe she should turn home.

But just when she moved her feet, she heard a sound. Tatsuya emerged from the portal and he looked at her.

"Are you coming?" he asked.

When she did not answer, he stepped over trash and boxes until he was on the street again. He did not say anything when he took her hand and led her to the place they had all disappeared only some moments ago.

Before them was a ring of light in all the colors of the rainbow and inside it was a rippling vision of lush fields with a bright blue sky. Lisa did not have time to react when Tatsuya pulled her through with him.

Her stomach turned and she felt a sort of nausea come over her. But as suddenly as it had come, it disappeared as well. She opened her eyes and found she stood in a gorgeous field. The air was warm and pleasant breeze that smelled of elderflowers had already begun drying her clothes.

Tatsuya let go of her hand, and gestured towards Eikichi, Maya, Yukino and Lyn, who were already several paces away.

"We're gonna visit my grandpa!" Lyn shouted.

Whatever. The weather there was nice, there were no rats, and admittedly, Lisa was curious about this strange new world.

@beantothemax PSPSPSPPSPSSPSPSPSPS

AJSJDBB I DONT KNOW WHAT I WAS EXPECTING WHEN YOU SAID P2 FIC BUT SOMEHOW I WASNT EXPECING LYN!!!! YAYYAYAYA LYN AND EIKICHI FRIENDSHIP IS REAL im clawing and knawing on this so hard you have no idea. you also characterized the characters so well for your first p2 fic AKSJDB <3 BRAVO i know little to nothing about fe7 but i enjoyed this fic so much ehehehehehe

[cosmereplay]

Soul-Mates by cosmere_play

Rated Teen, 3000 words, Shallan & Kaladin (background Shallan/Adolin), Oathbringer spoilers, CW self-harm mention

For the @aro-soulmates-fest, I wrote a Shakadolin soulmate AU where the soulmates are rejected! It's sassy and sweet!

Excerpt:

It was midway through the evening, when Adolin was half drunk and doubly affectionate. Usually Veil would’ve made an appearance by now, but Shallan had decided she wanted a night with her husband, and she was taking full advantage of being the focus of his attention. Kaladin swished his glass of orange, wondering if he should find something else to do while they made eyes at each other. Storms, they seemed so happy. If he didn’t know any better, he would have assumed they were soulmates. He wondered if Adolin knew the truth, or more likely what lies Shallan must have told him. For a while he’d wondered whether he should confront Shallan or tell Adolin, but he’d never gotten around to it. It felt too much like ruining a good thing. They seemed good for each other, soulmates or not. Then, when they’d gotten married, Kaladin had decided never to bring up the fact that one of them was his soulmate. When he was young, the people who heard his soulmark’s words offered excitement. “The way it’s written, she must be a foreign princess! You’ll end up travelling to different lands!” Father thought it was a given that he’d be meeting his princess in Kharbranth. He’d been a fool to think he would travel on his own volition. They had all been so very very wrong. Kaladin’s circumstances had forced him to reconsider what those words might mean for him. Then when he’d heard the words, she hadn’t been a foreign princess. She’d been a foreign liar. Out of anger, he’d ignored her words, and she’d done the same to him. Apparently she hadn’t been interested in being soulmates with a shash-branded darkeyes. He sighed, tapping the table with his fingertips. He thought he was over this. “You have that look,” Adolin said suddenly, and Kaladin glanced up. The lovers had separated, and both were giving him looks of pity. Perfect, just what he needed. He tried to focus on the taste of his orange wine, but the anger had stuck in his craw. “I need a distraction,” he said. “Actually, I want to hear something happy. How about you tell me the story of how you found out you were soulmates.”

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[thepastisalreadywritten]

10 Exciting Facts About Easter Sunday

By: Shash Wighton

Updated: 3 December 2022

For those who grew up without much religion in their lives, Easter Sunday was more about chocolate Easter eggs and little more than that.

This day means much more to Christians, though, with some preferring to call it “Resurrection Sunday.”

This is because the New Testament describes Easter Sunday as the day that Jesus Christ rose from the dead, three days after he had been crucified by the Romans all the way back in 30 AD.

Easter has got to be one of the most confusing celebrations held throughout the year due to this fact, but we’re here to clear this up for you.

First, let’s go into why this happens in the first place.

As we now all know, Easter Sunday is connected to the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

This gets a little complicated, as this event was only recorded in the Jewish calendar that happened just after the Jewish festival of Passover.

The Jewish calendar doesn’t sync up with the Gregorian calendar, which most of the world relies upon, as it’s based on lunar cycles rather than the movements of the sun.

While a solar year contains 365.24 days, a lunar year only contains about 354.

The date of Passover also changes, as it takes place on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the 20th of March, which also ultimately affects the date Easter Sunday lands on.

Obviously, it is still possible to calculate what date Easter Sunday will fall on, but it involves a bit of maths and the consultation of charts, so we won’t bore you with that and instead suggest you simply Google it!

Not just in English, either, as the Dutch and German for Easter are Ooster and Ostern, respectively.

In Old English, the celebration was usually recorded as Ēastrun, Ēastre, Ēastru, or Ēostre.

The origin of Easter’s name doesn’t stop there, though.

In 725, Saint Bede, a Benedictine monk in the old English kingdom of Northumbria, wrote that the name is connected to the pagan goddess Ēostre.

Feasts were celebrated in honor of Ēostre in Ēosturmōnaþ (Month of Ēostre), which is the equivalent to April today.

At some point, the Pagan goddess’ name was appropriated by Christians for the name of Easter Sunday.

Like Easter Sunday, Good Friday also has a couple of other names, including Great Friday, Holy Friday, and even Great and Holy Friday.

Just like Easter Sunday, Good Friday changes date every year due to its connection to Jesus Christ.

Good Friday commemorates the day when Christ was crucified and killed by the Romans.

As Christ’s crucifixion happened a set amount of time before he was resurrected, the date is fixed according to Easter Sunday.

Fun Fact: Good Friday is not named such because the day was a happy day, but because “good” used to be a synonym of “pious” and “holy.”

Many Christians around the world observe the tradition of Lent.

During this period, diligent Christians must give up a Lenten sacrifice (some form of pleasure or luxury) for forty days.

Lent begins on Ash Wednesday and runs until Easter Sunday.

Traditionally, people in the English-speaking world would use up their eggs, dairy, and other richer foods the day before they began a fast for Lent on Ash Wednesday.

Because of this, Shrove Tuesday began to be known as Pancake Day in the UK.

The tradition crossed the channel into France, where it became known as Mardi Gras (which translates to “Fat Tuesday”).

Shrove Tuesday, Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, or however you want to call it is the day that slowly evolved into a day where celebrants feast on finer foods, especially on pancakes.

The eating of lamb on this day goes back further than Christ himself, as it is actually connected to the Jewish festival of Passover.

Passover celebrates the emancipation of the Israelites from slavery in Egypt, and at the end of it, a “Passover lamb” is slaughtered and eaten.

The tradition of eating lamb at the end of Passover was likely continued by those who eventually converted to Christianity, and the tradition of eating lamb on Easter Sunday began.

It’s been justified by Christians as the lamb is said to represent Christ’s sacrifice on the cross, but these days many non-religious British families also enjoy a lamb roast on Easter Sunday.

The Eastern Orthodox Church, which includes the Russian and Greek Orthodox Churches, celebrates many similar holidays to other Christians, including Easter Sunday.

For them, it lies on a different date, as events in the Orthodox Church are calculated according to the Julian Calendar, which much of the world used before changing to the current Gregorian calendar in the 16th Century.

So the date is different because of the use of two different calendar systems, but that’s not all.

When the Eastern Orthodox Church was formed, they decided to use a different formula for calculating what day Easter Sunday fell on.

Because of this, there’s actually no set number of days between Easter and Orthodox Easter, with the two occasionally falling on the same day!

These days, it’s not a good Easter Sunday without more chocolate eggs than you should probably eat. However, that hasn’t always been the case and still isn’t in some Christian countries.

Before Easter Sunday was celebrated with chocolate Easter Eggs, people used actual eggs dyed with natural plant dyes and decorated with intricate designs.

This tradition is said to go back to some of the earliest days of Christianity, with the eggs originally dyed red to represent the blood that Christ shed when he was crucified.

Followers of the Greek Orthodox Church still paint their Easter eggs red.

The painting of Easter Eggs is still carried out in most countries with ties to the various Orthodox Christian churches, with chocolate Easter eggs considered a more “Western” notion.

In 1772, Easter Sunday fell on April 5.

It also happened to be the day when Dutch explorer Jacob Roggeveen first set foot on the island, which came to be known in the English-speaking world as Easter Island.

It was already called Rapa Nui by the island’s local inhabitants, but Roggeveen decided to name it after Easter Sunday anyway.

Well, sort of.

He actually named it Paasch-Eyland, which, in 18th-century Dutch, translated to “Easter Island" in English.

As we now know, the date of Easter Sunday is calculated according to a formula that, among other things, takes both the lunar and solar calendars into account.

Because of this, Easter Sunday can be anywhere between March 22 and April 25.

One would easily be forgiven for thinking that any given dates that Easter Sunday land on do not actually repeat themselves in a cycle, as it seems to be different every year.

That’s not exactly true, though.

The specific cycle that it goes through (e.g., April 1 in 2018, April 21 in 2019, April 12 in 2020, and so on) has so many factors affecting it that it takes a mind-bending 5.7 million years to repeat itself.

[feathered-moths-ablaze]

Anyone want my Jimmy Casket headcannons?

Jimmy and Sally are two of my favourite characters out of the lot, each for the opposite side of the scale.

I love Sally the way she is. I don't have alot of headcannon for her because I just loved how she was in the videos. While she wasn't the most serious, She's not completely naive to everything around her, and could absolutely be a little shit when she felt like it. The Alyx Vance playermodel fit her so well too- my neurodivengent ass loves the 6ft waffle-loving tomboy.

Jimmy, on the other hand, is great to dip into the headcannon soup: we barely know anything about him other than his name and what he wants to do. You can pull him in so many directions! Is he a demon bent on murder or a child corrupted by death? What's his and Johnny's history? Why does he want to kill? What's the secret he's hiding? Does Gregory fit into any of this?

2016-18 me loved him for edgy reasons and 2023 me loves him for nostalgia, so here's my headcannons for him, for how he came to be, relationships with others, and any extras.

god this took like 3 days holy shit

Life

1800s

Gregory Casket was born in the 1800s, an only child, to Lacey and Nathan Casket. It was long and tedious pregnancy, with many complications, but they managed pulled through, their son in tow. After all of that, they both thought that everything would be fine, and they could take care of their little Gregory.

They were wrong. When Gregory was nearing a year old, a shaded creature attacked the parents during the night. Lacey suffered a shash to the neck and Nathan lost an arm and chest in a bid to save his family. The creature was about to leave when it heard the cries of a baby from the upper rooms. Following the cries led it to Gregory, crying from all the noise downstairs.

When police got to the house minutes later, they found two dead bodies, and a lost child. Two days later, all three were pronounced dead.

With Cardboard Friend

It fled to a rundown house, carrying the baby in its arms. It doesn't know what urged it to care for him, but now it has a kid. Making sure he was comfy enough to fall back asleep, the creature was thinking hard about the sudden task it brought upon itself. First things first, the kid can never know the truth. About his family, about it, about the outside world.

With how young he was, Gregory would never know who his parents were, so there was one thing scratched off. It had heard about some new thing made in England - Cardboard. Maybe that can help cover up some things.

Now for outside. Of course he'll get curious about what lies beyond the trees, and start asking questions... The idea sparked in its head: Lie! Just give little white lies. It'll satisfy his questions without risking more!

So Gregory grew up believing that he was dead, that he was a sort of purgatory to grow up until he was old enough to leave, and that Cardboard Friend was here to take care of him. He never questioned why CBF Never went out in the rain, or why he wasn't allowed in the woods. She was here to take care of him! She knew best!

Until she got wet, and spilled the truth. It shattered him to the core. Everything wasn't true? What about the trees? The house? Himself?! Horrified, he fled, ignoring her cries to come back. To let her explain herself better.

He ran into the woods, and never came back out. Cardboard Friend found him a week later, dead from eating poisonous berries.

1900s

Gregory was only 5 when he died for real. His ageing slowed down to a crawl, so growing up despite being dead was horrible. Unable to ask for help was just as bad, as no-one could see or hear him.

He spent time watching the world around him, trying to talk to kids of similar age to him (with no luck), having multiple Existential Crisis from being a ghost at a young age

Everything changed when he found Ghost.

He was a little younger than him, and blabbling to the cat plushie he had about anything he could think of. Casket responded like it was a conversation, not expecting him to stop and face him. They were both very surprised who he asked who he was and he responded, "er um... Jimmy!"

"... Hi Jimmy. :D"

They soon became friends. Ghost could often be seen talking to thin air or the cat plushie that his mother just caulked it up to imaginary friend, with some of her friends playfully teasing him about "your new friend" at times. Jimmy did not like those comments whenever he heard them. He isn't anything like Cardboard Friend! He is real! He just looks a little funny. Don't listen to them Johnny, please!

However, he was the one to get Johnny curious about the paranormal growing up. After all, if he is real, but only he can see him, then he's a ghost, right? So how does being a ghost work?

They stayed as friends until Ghost met Toast through a late start to school and he started hanging out with him more and more over the years. Jimmy got very jealous over this, not willing to share friendships. This jealousy only helped to drive Ghost away, and spark the argument that made Johnny tell him to leave him alone. He's done with him and his nonexistent ass. Jimmy, very hurt and angry, does so since he can't convince Ghost otherwise, but not before threatening his return.

First kill

Jimmy had become very spiteful in the time between the argument and his return. He felt hurt ok?! He's lost his only friend to some posh British dude, everyone thinks he's someone's mind figments, and he doesn't know how to prove them otherwise! God sometimes he felt like punching people in the face.

His spite and desire for violence built up and up until he couldn't take it anymore. One dusk, when Ghost was fast asleep, Jimmy came back. He borderline pounced on him in order to scare him awake - next thing he know he was in Ghost's body. It was a massive shock, seeing his brown eyes go wide back at him with a greenish hint in the mirror. After being dead for so long, having a body again was... amazing. After the shock had worn off, he started cackling, still starting at his reflection in near manic ecstasy.

But his moment was cut short when Ghost's mother, who was making dinner in the kitchen, came into the room wondering why her son was suddenly laughing like a Kookaburra.

Jimmy was not about to let go of his body after a short time, so he bolted out, trying to get away. He ended up in the kitchen, with the mother trying to talk to (who she thinks is) Johnny about what's going on with him.

The knife left on the counter was within arm's reach, and it was a split-second decision that ended up with him plunging it into her chest, killing her.

He just stared. Just yesterday, he couldn't do anything, and now he's killed someone. He has actually killed someone! Someone is Dead! Because of him!

Something in him that had been cracking for years finally snapped as the laughter came back, louder and with more ferocity. Gregory Jimmy Casket was back, and he's making damn well sure noone's forgetting him when he's done.

When he got kicked out of control, he watched as Johnny freaked out at the sight of his dead mother and the bloody knife in his hand, frantically running to the landline to call Toast, but he didn't reveal himself, drinking in his panic. What happened that night will be his own little secret.

Current days

Compared to where he started off, he's alot stronger thanks to all the murder. So strong in fact, he could just make himself a physical form and just leave Johnny, but he's gotten used to being the voice within Ghost's mind, plus it's more energy efficient, so he stays.

Physical Appearance

(Please read first: while I do have eye refs, here's no full body ref sheet because I hated how it looked, and felt that typing it out would be easier.)

Jimmy is pale, very scrawny and short, littered with scars up to the eyeballs, but makes up for it in agility and flexibility. His hair is a brown rat's nest; at first it was thick and long due to it not getting cut, but at some point it was getting in the way, so he cut it himself. He did a terrible job at it, but it stays out of the way so it works for him.

He wears very simple and comfy clothing: a jacket that definitely didn't start off as a dark crimson and a white t-shirt. Both are obviously near falling apart with the amount of damage, missing bits, stains and stitches they're embroidered with. The jeans he has are equally ruined, main details being the massive holes at knee level and the scruffy leg openings. Jimmy runs around barefoot.

He's dirty from old blood and dirt, especially around his hands, knees and teeth. It's at the point that his hands and claws/nails are permanently stained with a red and earthly hue.

His bloodshot eyes, once a soft gray blue, are now a hard red. Like other ghosts, they act like cats eyes, with pupils reflecting any light shined into them. This also carries on to possession.

Eye ref here

When a spirit, Ghost sees Jimmy as himself but more ragged and red eyed.

Attack types

Standard: the one he's most know for - chasing down victims while laughing all the way. He asks about his secret as a way to startle and distract so he can get a window to attack. It's like a game to him, and has easily won multiple times. Doesn't make the rush any less however.

Rage: this happens when he can't find his victim or by certain people. He's alot more destructive and focused, and will make more of a mess with his stabbings when he finds them. It's not a game anymore; it's a hunt.

Chill: sometimes he has the energy to kill, but not the energy to chase. So he'll stalk, staying quiet and light on his feet until he's right behind them, stabbing them fast and tight in the virals.

Relationships

Johnny Ghost - Neutral. Jimmy loves messing with him, but he also does hold a bit of fondness for him. They were friends once, after all.

Johnny Toast - Negative/Neutral. While he absolutely hates him, he has bigger fish to fry first before Toast is on the chopping block

Sally Acachalla - Negative. She's one of few who's managed to fight him off, so he both dislikes her and is scared of her. Bonus is that Jimmy won't target any of the Acachallas because of her.

Maxwell Acachalla - positive. They teamed up through scaring Ghost that one mission, and now they're friends! Through there are times where they seem to be more Father/Son.

Cardboard Friend - Negative. Never put them in the same room. Jimmy will go into a blind rage and attack her for everything she did to him. He'll be screaming in Ghost's head trying to cause a blackout just so he can get a chance for revenge.

Gavin Toast - ???. Sicko4Sicko. Jimmy is alot more friendlier and chattier with Gavin. Gavin is very suspicious about it though: does he actually like him or is this a trick to drop his guard down? Well, he's peaking his head over your shoulder; you'd already be dead if he wanted to.

Extra Info I can't fit anywhere else

Are Johnny and Jimmy related? Kinda. Nathan did have a brother that continued the Casket line, which produced Timothy Casket, then Johnny Ghost. The reason why Johnny doesn't share the same name is because Timothy took his wife's name, and offended, the in-laws disowned him. So by blood? They're distantly related through Nathan and his brother. By the eyes of the law? They're not.

He's a few inches shorter than Ghost, and doesn't get why Ghost hates being short. Your a harder target to hit why are you complaining?

He has eaten people. He will eat people. Multiple bodies have been chewed on. He was hungry. Why do you think his teeth are stained red?

He makes cat sounds. He will growl and hiss if angry/frustrated, might purr in his sleep (if lucky), and sometimes go 'mrrrp?' when something grabs his attention. Why? Because he wants to.

Can't stay still

While only Ghost and Gavin are the only ones that can see him, other can kinda sense him. If you feel eyes on your back or like your being watched, it's Jimmy.

Don't call him Gregory. Only CBF called him that, so you'll just send him into a rage, thinking that CBF is nearby.

He won't eat anything with 'Berry' in the name (Blueberry, Strawberry ect.)

Currently, Jimmy looks in his early 20s, while Johnny is in his late 20s/early 30s. Even with slow aging he has been around for over 200 years. He looked around 9/10 when 5-year-old Johnny first met him.

During Secondary school, Ghost clung onto Toast like a lifeline through all the stress he was dealing with, like the death of his mother, no home, and dealing with 'blackouts'. The classes that they didn't share (English and Biology) was when Jimmy showed up instead. English bored him so he acted out, but Biology was especially interesting to him and it became his favourite subject. It's why he's efficient at killing; he did 5 years of research.

[whirling-fangs]

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

"You know, shashed skulls aside, naps are much nicer with a pillow. Even if it's not a whole bed, would you like one?"

obligatory Kanae getting involved with this bean? Yes.

That... that human! Thinking she could just talk to him without getting his claws impaled right through her chest!

Her offer was so ludicrous that Kiba remained stumped for a bit. He wasn't sure whether to cut her throat now, or wait to see if she would keep on spouting nonsense. Not to mention, under that layer of stupidity... she doesn't seem weak.

"Hah? Naps? Demons don't need to sleep, you mush for brains. You can eat your pillow. No, actually, give it to me, and I'll make you eat it! Then I'll eat your dumb brains!"

[panda-of-the-trash]

*hands you a shash that says "best dancer" and a crown*

I'll take you back to Earth now. Will you join us next year?

WOOO YEAH I GOT A COOL SASH

I will absolutely join you next year! It would be my pleasure