#Sash ✨️!!!!

[i-like-dogs-and-apologizes-alot]

WAOW NEW PFP?? epic...

Hell yeah Sash! I was watching a Bollywood movie (I forgor the name of it) with my sister saw this frame

And went oh yeah I'm going to make this my new tumblr pfp

[blanketorghost]

HEHEHEHE AzuYuu masquerade kiss >:^)

As I said before this is a scene of a certain fanfic that's written from Yuu's POV but since I'm insane I took a small snippet and wrote Azul's perspective <3

Full thing under cut✨️

Azul clicks his tongue in disapproval, crossing his arms once more as his eyes scan Yuu's body for more injuries. So far, nothing else was visible. "Isn't Grim worried?"

Maybe if he changed his approach, Yuu would willingly give up some information. He wasn't even sure that would work either. Yuu had this way of frustratingly weaving around the subject of himself that almost felt natural to him. Even in nights when they slept over, and Azul poured his heart out to Yuu as he laid on his lap despite his brain telling him not to, Yuu never reciprocated with the same openness save for one time. He trusted Yuu. He really, truly did. But he knew deep down Yuu didn't trust him back. It was partially his fault and he knew that, but no matter how much he pried and dug into him, Yuu just seemed to slip further and further away from him.

... Why?

Interrupting Azul's line of thought, Yuu speaks again. He looks down with a small smile and tugs at the edges of his shirt, fiddling with his cufflinks. Would it hurt him to look him in the eye? "I just told him I'd get some cool scars in return. It really isn't that big of a deal."

Azul bites his lips. He didn't expect much in the first place, but he'd hoped to get some leverage by bringing up the little direbeast. He was the closest to Yuu, arguably knowing him the best. The fact that his worries were quelled by something so simple made Azul's blood boil. He thought, if anyone, Grim would be the most fussy about Yuu's wellbeing.

Obvously, that wasn't the case. But no matter, Azul would make up for the two of them if only to prevent Yuu from doing anything as stupid again.

With a deep breath, Azul steels himself and looks down once more at Yuu's hands, which are still stubbornly toying with the buttons at his cuffs. A part of himself wants to reach out and button them just for the sake of stopping his fidgeting.

Another, more impulsive side of his, just wants to take Yuu's hands instead and hold them close.

"...If anything, I'm more embarrassed at the trouble I caused the tailors per this wardrobe malfunction." Yuu continues, and Azul feels his heart drop.

Did Yuu really think that? How could he, when his arms were wrapped in bandages and were stained by ointment? Did Yuu simply not care? Did the burns not hurt, or the bruises left by the scuffle make him uncomfortable in any way? Azul refused to believe that.

In a flash, Azul's memories from the fight came back to him. The smell of smoke and ash crawling up his nostrils and burning his lungs in a way he had never experienced before at sea. The suffocating weight of his clothes and the bright, garrish flowers creeping towards him from every corner. The quiver of his legs and the numbness on his fingertips as each and every spell he cast became weaker than the last, all the while Rollo stood there, mocking his ever weakening magic. Then, Yuu, somehow, appeared and grabbed Rollo from behind. The flames lapped at his skin, caught and burned his sleeves, and the oppressive heat made it hard for Azul to breathe, yet Yuu seemed to handle everything just fine as he wrangled Rollo into submission.

He wanted to scream, to run out and do something, anything to help Yuu out, but before he was able to cast a single spell or utter a word, Malleus had already landed the final shot and Yuu had rung the bell, killing those dreaded flowers in an instant.

Did it not hurt?

It must've. After all, Yuu's entire entire forearm was tightly bandaged up. Yet he laughed nonchalantly in relief, pulled Azul into a tight hug and praised his bravery in battle without a single complaint. Sevens, he even asked him if he was wounded!

And the worst part was that Azul didn't notice it. He did notice the burnt fabric and torned up sash, of course. But how could he not tell Yuu was injured in the first place?

"Is that it?" Azul swallows and tries to keep his voice from breaking. How could he not notice? "Do you think that's the only thing to care about? A... a wardrobe malfunction?"

"Is there anything to else to care about?" Yuu shrugs, and Azul can feel all three off his hearts being ripped apart from his chest. He could've died! The risk Yuu took back then could've killed him, and Azul wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. He couldn't have. Even when his brain screamed at him back then to cast a water spell when he saw Yuu's garments catch aflame, or when he saw Rollo's fury being redirected at Yuu— completely disarmed and magicless, his body completely froze up.

He could've lost him.

"I—" Azul's voice is caught in his throat in frustration as he surges forward to grab at Yuu's collar with an angry, concerned gaze. "Are you not hearing yourself?! I-... I don't know how you can be so dense- no, willingly ignorant of what I'm trying to say. Of what I need you to understand."

"W-what... are you trying to say?" Yuu whispers, and the merman can easily discern in the dark how Yuu's cheeks brighten up with a furious flush.

Was it not obvious? Was it really not? Even when Azul's chest felt tight and tears pricked his eyes, didn't Yuu realize how much valuable he was to him? What did he even have to do to make Yuu understand how important— no, vital he was to everyone in NRC, so much so that no harm should've come his way in the first place?

"Yuu..." Azul lets out a small growl, clenching his fists and tugging at the fabric, and Yuu gulps. His voice breaks, and he has to stop himself from talking anymore lest he starts crying— a feeling he had so desperately tried to avoid ever since he left the Coral sea.

Slowly, he lifts up a hand and cups Yuu's cheek. One that just half an hour ago was covered in soot and ash. Azul shakes a little, lowering his gaze to the floor for a second, struggling to get the image out of his head.

With a deep breath, he lifts his face back up to look at Yuu's face once more, studying his features carefully. His mauve eyes, one of which had eyeshadow half applied. To his nose, with only a dot of highlighter dusted on and yet to be blended. To his cheeks, which held a vivid natural blush that no makeup product could ever achieve. To the three moles at the corner of his face and the small triangle they formed. His hair, loosely braided with a small golden ribbon weaved between it. His neck, decorated with a black velvet choker that almost hid the way his throat bobbed up and down. Azul allows his eyes to roam as much as they wished, taking in every detail, every single mark, pore and strand of hair, committing everything to memory. After all, what if this was the last time they saw each other? What if the next stunt Yuu pulled would be the last one?

Azul feels his eyes well up at the mere thought and he has to look back down, pitifully trying to calm himself down despite the situation, but it is just too much for him.

How could he make Yuu understand? How could he even put these feelings into words when just trying to scramble the words inside his head was enough to make him want to hide and cry in his octopot for days?

The only thing he knew for certain, though, is that he no longer wanted to have Yuu out of his sight. Feelings or crushes be damned. It was too risky to stay away if the result was to never see Yuu again.

So, he takes a long breath. Shaky and deliberate, then surges forward. His lips press against Yuu's. First hesitantly, then his contact becomes more firm as he gains more confidence.

[pigeons-conversion-sideblog]

BABY'S FIRST SHABBAT SERVICE ✡️✨️🕯🎉

thanks to @nerdykeppie for my awesome sash, which I will someday wear as a tichel but don't think I'm quite far enough in the process for yet.

My soul needed this.

[dadsbongos]

Hope this is ok to ask, but could I request a Pocketcat x female reader smut drabble where the plot is either based on Rumpelstiltskin or Red Riding Hood, please? 👉👈✨️

uhm lost steam towards the end and i ended up ixnay'ing the smut sowwyyy ! sorry! ~~~

You never took your father for a braggart. A man too merry for his ale, an annoyance, and downright dimwitted, but never did you assume his loud mouth would land yourself in trouble. 

Moonlight cannot even make the brown straw glisten like gold, how could your mortal hands change the fibers into precious metal? 

“In short time, the sun will rise, but your head will fall,” a sudden purr startles you away from the spindle, hands scraping against harsh cobblestone floor as you tumble back. A velveteen head ripe with violet fur peeks through the arched window.

Pearly gloved fingers snug against the protruding sill and chartreuse eyes honed on your shivery form. Thin slits caging you in place. 

“Who are you?!” you cry, mentally scrambling for a potential weapon in your overnight prison. All you can scrounge is that dusty straw.

One long leg swings into the room effortlessly after the after until the fantastical figure is sat against a wall. Dressed unlike anyone from your village, with fine cloth and shiny buttons decorating his frame -- but he certainly doesn’t fit into the realm of nobles, either. Short pants with criss-crossing patterns and that oddly shaped head.

“I can save you from that unfortunate fate,” his voice is smooth, almost lullaby even.

“How?!” your desperation overrides terror, muscles shocking forward to approach, “Could you, really?”

Calmly poised across the cramped cell, the man’s grin widens -- carmine gums on display, “I can spin the straw to gold, for a price.”

“Anything!” you cry, knees scraping across the floor while your fingers dig into the rusty clasp of your necklace.

“No, not that,” the cat raises a gloved hand, “Keep that.”

“Then what could I give you?”

“That,” he leans off the wall, and for the first time since noticing him: you’re uncomfortable. He bares teeth, finger dragging in a lazy circle before pinning your waist, “Your belt.”

“My belt?” you frown, sparing a momentary glance toward the sash, “Why?”

“Do you want my help?”

“Please! Yes, my belt -- take the belt, it means nothing!”

Gloved hands outstretch, long fingers splayed before burying in the dark material of your bland sash. Made from the labor of a long gone neighbor, it means very little to your spirit in exchange for your life. So, you let the humanoid in a violet mask rip it from your waist, knuckles digging into the skin layering your ribs. A sudden bout of drowsiness wears your lashes to your cheeks.

Cold palms cradle your head before it can crash against the cobblestone. The last you feel is silken fingertips caressing across your bare cheek.

By morning, the sun makes gold strings blind the king. A large warm hand settled over your shoulder, shaking until you can mumble a woozy “wha…?”

“Gold!” you gasp, then swallowing your shock to remember you were supposed to do that, “I made you gold, my liege… All for you,” you swallow again, praying to clear your throat silently to avoid offending your king, “My liege, all the gold is yours…”

Before you can cough out a meek ‘may I return to my father?’ the king turns to his guards; though stubbornly skimming rough fingertips through the malleable binds of gold. 

“Then, you can do it again,” the king slices your hope at the root. You wilt into the hold of two guardsmen, strong hands wrangling you from the narrow room.

Down a dim hall, wispy with cobwebs and sparse of torches until you find a minimally wider corridor. Until you’re stowed in a room double the size of your last cell.

Shortly after you’re tossed against the bed -- a new module of your holdings, which delights you so much you don’t find yourself bitter that it has no sheets -- follows men with arms full of straw. Then the untouched spindle.

Again, you are locked inside to make gold from worthless fodder. 

And again, you are visited by the man with a velvet head.

“I can make you gold, in exchange for your necklace.”

“My necklace?!” lilliputian pearls that gutted your father’s pockets, “My necklace?”

“Yes,” belligerent toward your personal space, the man cranes forward to finger the loop around your collar, a threatening tug snags your skin, “I’m blinded by how beautiful they are. Give me them, and in exchange I’ll spin your straw to gold.”

“My father would be furious…” you mumble, “He’s barely recovering from the purchase even now…”

“Would your father be furious to receive your head separate from your body?”

“Ah!” you shriek at the thought, hands jumping over your mouth and clamping tight, “Don’t speak of such things, how horrible!”

Another tug cuts the back of your neck, a momentary burn immediately relieved when his fingers slip away from the jewelry, “Then perhaps you prefer ignorance? I don’t mind. I can take the pearls once you’ve gone cold.”

Goose flesh braises your skin, heart sputtering into your throat, “Fine, then!”

“Yes?” he holds out a single hand, expectant yet patient.

“Yes!” you sniffle and part with the pearls -- your father will forgive the ungratefulness in favor of your life. Forcefully curling the creature’s long fingers around the beaded gems and shoving his hand into his chest, “I cannot hear you speak of… of…”

Terror wires your teeth together, head shaking frantically.

Pocketing your pearl necklace, the creature does not extend a hand before you’re crashing to the ground. You think you hear a crack.

You awake with a dreadful headache -- so dreadful you briefly wonder whether the cat kept his promise to help you live. It spikes one temple before shredding through the other, your brain sloughing out of the bloody hole. 

By that night, you are in a lofty room. With a lavish bed of marshmallow pillows and plush sheets. And more straw that pokes and pierces your skin.

“I want to be out of here,” you whimper when the cat visits for a third time, “No more gold, no more riches -- I want to be away from this castle…”

“I can take you away.”

Already awaiting his caveat, you prod, “For what price?”

A single finger raises towards your groin, you clot your thighs instinctually with both hands attempting to hide your crotch from view. His voice is a scarily sultry purr, “Your firstborn.”

“My firstborn? I haven’t even been wed yet…”

“I’m patient,” the scorching white eyes hidden beneath his mask are zeroed on where you’re desperately trying to hide your genitals, “I can take you from here and you can love living. But when you’ve had your first young one, I’ll return.”

To be entirely honest: you never saw yourself with a child, so you reach out and grip the man’s hand.

“I swear to you my firstborn.”

“And if not your firstborn,” he coos, “Then you.”

[blackfliesinbluesugar]

Yeah, alright, screw it, here's:

✨️ Ye Olde Scroldie Aladdin WIP Fic ✨️

I put me heart and sole into this one (actually I think I wrote it in the car?) And it's a relic from 2021, so if anyone sees this... enjoy? Do people still think about Ducktales or this ship? Anyway-

(Art above just for visibility, I Guess)

The warmth from the sun was suffocating.

It was the sort of heat that a certain woman liked best, because it was the sort that led you to undo your belt and untie your sash, that allowed your pockets to sag and your mind to wander. Not that these people weren't used to the intensity of the rays the sun often bore down, but on particular days like today, it was a common sight to see even a well-walked trader rolling up his trouser legs.

It was the kind that made for easy pickings... if you were that sort of person. And she certainly was.

Pulling the cloth down further over her head to disguise her all-too-recognisable shock of blonde from the occasional passing guard, Goldie O'Gilt surveyed the bustling marketplace with predatory intent, eyes languidly scanning to identify every easy angle. So far her pockets remained light, but if she was careful, she could have enough by the end of today to keep both of them fed for a week.

The woman at the store she exchanged her stolen wares with for money and food was aware of her nature, and of the true origins of her 'suddenly re-found valuable heirlooms', but didn't bother to call her out on it most of the time. It was too hot, and tiresome, and overall just boring to bother with such accusations when Goldie would so easily brush them off and insist.

Lewellyn fell in step to step unison beside her, tugging idly at his laxly tied keffiyeh as he mimicked her scrutiny. His other hand was intertwined with hers, though he easily let go to re-interlock whenever she pulled away to snatch something up in the blink of an eye. He knew nearly everything she knew, but she scared him sometimes with her ease of proficiency. He hadn't yet gotten to her level, where theft was as natural as breathing.

He couldn't help but frown as they passed by other children his own age and even smaller, staring up with wide hopeful eyes at overflowing stalls only to be violently ushered away by greedy merchants and impatient civilians in duo. He knew that, comparative to many in these streets, he was almost lucky. He had shelter, he had food, and he had Goldie. Many even younger than him had none.

With a start Goldie came to a stop beside him, jerking him from his thoughts abruptly, and he realized quickly it was because a guard had caught sight of her face. With a tug to his arm she led him quickly to the side, losing the man in the thicket of bodies and swaying hung cloth. Hopping a short wall, she pulled him up behind her and settled in a decidedly less populated area.

Dusting herself off she sighed dramatically, dropping her hood back a little. Her hair had fluffed up and stuck to her face slightly from a mixture of heat and sweat, and she grumbled under her breath as her hands dipped into her pockets, pulling out a previously-swiped comb to re-organize the mess as best she could.

Reaching into his own pouch to pull out the small loaf of bread that he was intending to be his quick lunch whilst they lingered, Louie found himself once again caught awares by his surroundings. Goldie always told him to be hyper-aware of what was around him, and now he found it troubled him as much as benefitted him. After all, his heart hadn't been hardened to the extent her own had, and the pangs of sympathy he sometimes had at what he saw made it difficult to focus.

Eventually he sighed, moving away from his confused carer, getting down on one knee before the deprived looking child he'd been distracted by. She looked a few years younger than him, and much, much more starved. Only deliberating for a moment he offered her the bread, watching as she nervously reached out to grab it before running over to a tired seeming old woman, curled up against the opposing wall and wrapped in tattered fabrics. Her mother?

"Y'know, your big heart is going to get you killed at some point, kid" Goldie came up behind him, though despite her words of rebuke her actual tone remained light. Turning to meet her eyes, expecting dissaproval, he only found instead a strange slight of melancholy. "I admire it" Goldie continued with that odd tone, "But don't starve to death as you're busy feeding others, alright?"

He nodded in acknowledgment, shuffling his feet and tugging at his sleevless vest for a moment before returning his gaze to the stalls up the road. His stomach was starting to feel a little empty now, he had to admit. She followed his eyes and smiled. "Let's go see if we can't make this day more successful, hm?"

Down the street, a young man was also being a little sneakier about how he moved, though perhaps more than really needed. After all, with how much time he spent holed up in the palace, it wasn't as though most knew him from a glance.

Scrooge blew his fringe from his eyes, not daring for a moment to adjust his headscarf to move it from his vision entirely in case someone dared to look a little closer as he passed by. Perhaps this was indeed stupid, so, so idiotically stupid as he had been told many times prior, but he wasn't intending to go back. No, not yet. Not now that he had finally been able to sneak out. Once his father found out apon his return he would certainly be monitered tenfold, so it was good to savour the moments of freedom he had, and the fact he himself had seized it was exhilerating all on its own.

Still, it was all so overwhelming. He'd caught distant glimpses of the market from his window in the palace, but being up close and personal was like nothing he'd ever seen. Instead of shying away from him with respect the bustle crowded around and into him, broad shoulders and errant elbows aplenty. Loud voices rang out through the street, cries of "LAMB!" and "FINEST JEWELS!" piercing his hearing. Some vendors in particular seemed to catch sight of the quality of the fabric he'd thrown over his head, and he found himself at the mercy of insistent gesturing and further shouting.

"Come on, Sir- Milady? Sir? Ahhh, whatever, come and buy a pot! We have it all - brass, silver, you name it!"

"Sugared dates! Sugared dates and figs! Sugared dates and pistachios!"

"Would the..." more confused squinting at his face. He wondered if he should be offended or flattered that they seemed to be struggling so hard with his gender. "Pretty... lady? Like a necklace? A pretty necklace to brighten up a pretty lady!"

Right as he rose his hand to politely refuse, another man burled past him, a steaming pot in his arms as he made his way to his own tent, shouting something about lentils and fish. Stumbling in alarm he found his back colliding with another, and he couldn't choke down a shout of alarm as the body he had fallen into convulsed violently before the man it belonged to spun on his heels and hurled immediately, a stick coming back up. Scrooge peered at it in confusion before being roughly shoved again, the now whitefaced man furious. "Watch where you're going!" He exclaimed, incensed. "Ya 'iilahi, you really can't fire-eat in public without some stupid kid trying to kill you!"

/Fire eat?/ Scrooge wondered, bemused, but didn't take the time to linger on it, stumbling away and back into the crowd. Unbeknownst to him, someone down the street had noticed the commotion and was now looking at him with obvious interest.

...aaaand that's it :7 that's as far as I got :3

[zukos-tiny-burnt-ear]

Here we are! My version of the older gaang!

I'm gonna detail some of my thought processes below the cut

(Original for reference)

So for Aang, I had several gripes about his older version. The first and biggest one was that he looked wayyy to angular, so I softened up his feautures. Additionally, he's supposed to be about 23 in that drawing, and I mean, I thought he looked much much older than that (being 22 I think I have a little insight), so I tried to keep him a little uounger looking as well. Next problem was his clothes. To be perfectly fair I hated just about everything about them lol. Weird long-sleeve shirt under a vest/cape under a sash? It looked. Silly. I opted to keep his clothing similar to his Book 3 outfit, as I really liked it, and added his prayer beads(?), as well as a betrothal necklace! I feel by this point he and Katara would likely be married, and I liked the idea of Katara carving a necklace for Aang

For Katara, at first glance I didn't dislike her design, but then I looked at it closer. The short-sleeved shirt with the fur, implying that its made of quite a heavy and thick fabric sounds like a sensory nightmare. She appears to be wearing a shirt underneath, but the sleeves are clearly no longer than the topshirt, which seems. Weird and unnecessary. Skirt was okay, just a little boring, and she also is wearing pants underneath? So what I did was keep the general vibe, but made the top robe longer, and keep the bottom layer as just pants, trying to be more reminiscent of her old outfits. Gave the belt a little more ✨️pizazz✨️, and also gave her back her water pouch. I liked it, wanted her to have it. The last big change I did was I read up on Inuit tattoos, and decided to give her tattoos as well (Sokka was also originally going to get tattoos, but as it turns out the practice is almost done exclusively by woken and for women, so I decided against it)

Toph. I completely hated and have always hated the notion of her being a cop. It just. Doesn't really sit in line with her as a character imo. My other big gripe is they did nothing different to her hair! Anywho. So my biggest challenge was what would Toph actually do in the future? And I landed on pro-bending! I think she would have really enjoyed it, she'd get to Earthbend for a living (one of her favorite things), kick people's asses (another favorite thing), and make hella money (another favorite thing!) So I decided to put her in a pro-bending uniform, and try to imagine what early ones would look like (I figure she'd probably be one of the first pro-benders). Not much changed to be perfectly honest, aside from some coloring differences, more green trim denoting her as an Earthbender, rather than the neutral yellow/ reddish trim on the modern ones (also I realized only now that i covered her feet. Woops lol). I also chopped her hair short. I think she deserves it (eventually I'll get around to drawing a more up close version of her face/hair)

Zuko. Umm. His outfit baffles me. I cannot make any sense of it tbh. The shirt under the shoulder armor under the outer robe. The motorcycle-esque saddle bags. The skirt over the longer skirt. It all had to go lolol. I get that they were going for him being more like, adventure-ready/battle-ready, but he has a country to run! And is also trying to move away from the heavy militaristic/imperialistic image of said country. So I gave him a more relaxed, diplomatic looking outfit. Also. Where did his crown go? I put that back. He's the oldest of the groip, but still not quite 30. He's the only one that recieved any age lines, and it's just between his eyebrows (I imagine doing paperwork and sitting in meetings would make him furrow his brow a lot). Gave him the teeniest bit of facial hair, tbh I truly think the only one to grow reliable facial hair at this age range is Sokka lol

In my personal opinion, Sokka's original design is the best one. My least favorite part is probably the compression sleeve under the arm wraps, which seems redundant somehow. But overall not too bad! Still, I said I was gonna redesign them all, and I knew I could add a lil more sparkle to it. I wanted to take inspiration from Hakoda's outfits. Sokka really looks up to his dad, so I feel like modeling some of his clothing after him isn't a stretch at all. I also just personally believe that Sokka would wesr Uggs. So I've given him shoes similar to them lolol. Also gave him some facial hair starting to become similar to his dad's as well

[sweetmage]

WIP WEDNESDAY

(It's still Wednesday here for another hour. It counts!)

Here's a snippet from the angsty Tav!Abdirak backstory thingy (fic with no dialogue spanning from birth to the nautaloid) I'm working on ✨️

[⚠️MAJOR TRIGGER WARNINGS: References to abuse, discussions of suicidal ideation and suicide attempts.]

The next tenday or so flew in a haze, eating and sleeping and healing and not much else. He didn't want to get comfortable, didn't want to accept their hospitality, their kindness, but the hot water and soap was difficult to refuse, and the fresh meals were a luxury he hadn't been afforded in years, and the plush couch was a far cry from the molding mattress he'd spent half a decade shivering on. Yet for all he was offered, he felt no freer in this place than the last. There were no chains, no locks on the doors, no windows barred, but his mind remained a prison, and as long as he was within those walls he knew he could never truly be free.

And so persisted his desire to escape them by whatever means.

It had been nearly a month by then and he'd recovered enough to limp around the suite unassisted. The sunlight peeking through the sheer curtains had told him it was late afternoon, but the silence of the room told him that his benefactor was likely absent. The opportunity had presented itself, and he'd have been a fool to not take advantage of it. He had his hands around the handle of a knife, his heart lodged firmly in his throat. It would be quick. Easy.

But not easy enough, for the hands that wrapped around his as if from nowhere were soft and warm and gentle as they coaxed his own away from the blade, setting it aside and turning him around. Alois hadn't spoken a word, only held him there against their chest with a hand cradling the back of his still matted head. And for whatever reason, Abdirak didn't fight them. He let his body go limp, and his cheek came to rest against their shoulder, and he just stood there in their arms and wept like he hadn't for so long.

Though he wished to say that comfort changed something, this instead became a frequent occurrence. Blades snatched from impulsive hands, ties and sashes and belts unraveled from his pale neck, tears spilled onto comforting shoulders. He'd grown so accustomed to being used that this was the most genuinely intimate contact he'd had in years, and yet he had no idea how to accept it.

But Alois never took advantage, never buckled, never showed an ounce of frustration or disgust at his constant relapses, his inability to trust and heal and be happy, despite their best efforts to make him so. And it was in that that Abdirak's distrust began to wane.

Then in came his second savior.

It was over dinner when the spring breeze was warm and fragrant through the open window and the sky a brilliant shade of red that Alois broached the topic that had long been looming over the both of them, the fate of Elivander. They spoke cautiously but candidly of the things Abdirak had longed to forget, though they were quick to add sense to the senseless act. That man, they reminded him, had been an Ilmatari. He wished for an end to all suffering, and he had thought Abdirak's freedom to be a step towards that greater goal. But Abdirak's suffering had not ended simply because he was no longer under the boot of his abusers.

He could still recall vividly how his hands shook with hopelessness, the fork and knife clattering onto the table before, his head falling miserably into palms him as asked them when and how it would end, this pain that simply wouldn't go away.

That was the first time he'd heard her name uttered: Loviatar, the Maiden of Pain. He needn't fight the pain, but submit and embrace it. Learn from it.

[hotarutranslations]

Thank you~~~~~~

Really, thank you very much,

for the lots, lots, lots of, words and feelings of celebration😭💙

The cake was really delicious--!!! Thank you very much!!!

The day of my birthday, was a concert in Tachikawa

It was fun, full of happiness, I can't put it into words uuu……

From the moment I arrived at the venue, to the moment of 'thanks for your hard work', It continued to be a day of celebration, I still haven't stopped grinning I'm really happy

Hello1 Project 2024 WINTER ~Ishida Ayumi Birthday - THREE OF US~🙊🐼💚🙇‍♂️😂

Since the performances started on January 2nd, we settle down from today, and next week we'll start visiting country-wide

It was like that today, You'll see different things from everyone in Hello if you watch for consecutive days, today was also really cool✨

Today, when Ikuta-san had everyone gathered in a circle,

She said, Although there is a birthday girl, don't lose to her everyone! (paraphrased)🤭🔥

That is really how it went, Everyone was shining on stage, Watching today as well from the sleeves, It was a very happy birthday🫶🏻

From these members, as well as form the staff,

It was like, how much better can it get from this😭😭

I received congratulations

Since I had been wearing this sash since rehearsals in the morning, there may have been a few places where, the congratulations were forced though!!!!!! lol

I came out for the first song like this, I was happy but embarrassed~~~~~~~~~ 🙈←

With that, standing on stage, was super duper! hot!

Everyone accepted the festive Ishida at full force

.🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Not just Ishida's fans Moring Musume fans, Tsubaki-chan fans, and BEYOOOOONDS's fans, thank you very much…🥺✨

For the birthday song as well🥺✨️

During the live, I heard, Ayumin! Ayumin! and saw lots of blue,

Hya~~~~ its embarrasing

Everyone looked like they were sparkling~🥳💙 lol

Thank you for, meeting and celebrating with me, on the day of my birthday everyone!

Really, really, thank you very much, to everyone who sent out their congratulatory feelings as well!

I was wrapped in all of it!

This day where so many are thinking of me, its a moment that no dram could match~~~~~~ .💙💙💙

Eh~~

What will I do I'm so happy on my birthday~~🥺✨

My birthday event is the day after tomorrow, the 9th

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With that it'll feel like my birthday a bit more!

I hope everyone can spend time smiling this year as well!

see you ayumin <3

[v-tired-queer]

I have been awake for twenty straight hours now, so as I lay here upside down on my bed, here's a list of things I've learned and done in that time, in no particular order:

Got jazzed on some energy drinks

Got my bangs cut (I can see now! 😃)

Brought in a bed

Assembled the bed hours after bringing it in

Went through two storage boxes and tossed what I no longer need or want

Found a lot of condoms and dental dams that are still within the expiration date but I don't need (1. virgin 2. ttc next year 3. high school me really thought I'd be getting some but the only thing I got was depression RIP 4. on the asexual spectrum)

Reorganized my jewelry

Ate some ice cream (it was neopolitan 🤍🤎🩷)

Reorganized my books

Watched some YouTube videos

Watched some funny animal videos on TikTok

Wondered if he actually thinks I'm pretty

Wondered what his voice sounds like

Questioned my romantic orientation

Missed a call from Social Security Administration (gotta call them back on Monday)

Downloaded an important document from the Social Security website and learned that you can adopt a kid while on disability which was something I didn't know

Designated a whole notebook to adulting notes (it's essentially a whole notebook dedicated to that moment when you're frantically looking for a peice of paper to write this very important thing down) (I now carry it in my purse)

Cleaned out my purse

Got sad when I discovered that my hand sanitizer is too big for my jack-o-lantern hand sanitizer holder keychain

Got annoyed with That Aunt who decided to spend the night

Pet my mom's dog (x100)

Had some pretty good macaroni and cheese

Had some more ice cream

Was in pain because I'm lactose intolerance

Maintained annoyance with That Aunt

Greatly missed my dad's side of the family and then my dad but then his side even more

Cleaned out my closet

Organized my clothes

Set up my altar for the autumn season and added a picture of Mother Mary and Baby Jesus

Took my medication a half hour late but hey I still took it so yay!

Checked my email (nothing fun or important)

Swept my floor

Made my bed

Accidentally drank more caffeine without realizing it

Listened to country songs

Moved some wall decor to a different wall in my bedroom

Stretched

Switched to water

Took an ovulation test (I think it was positive but it was hard to tell--the lines looked almost the same but maybe not quite enough to be positive)

Took out the trash

Daydreampt about being a parent and picking my kids up from school and helping them with their homework at the kitchen table with a snack of homemade chocolate chip cookies

Craved chocolate chip cookies

Did not get any chocolate chip cookies

Hung out with my mom

Thought about how cute his smile is

Thought about how cute her smile is

Accidentally broke my glasses (again) (big oopsie) (they were cheaters from the dollar store so no big deal but still)

Decided what I want done with my body in the event that I die (context: I broke a tombstone Halloween decoration that I had and it made me think of cemeteries and then I thought of my local cemetery aka my Happy Place and thus, the I Wanna Be Cremated and Then Have My Ashes Burried There thoughts commenced)

Decided that it would be really cute if my mom, my brother and I all had matching sashes for my baby shower (mine--Mommy to Be; my mom's--Nana to Be; my brother's--Uncle to Be)

Found my military coin from when I was in JROTC in high school and put it back in my wallet for the ✨️nostalgia✨️

Got hungry but forgot to eat (oops)

Hung up my clothes in the closet

Learned how to clean the silver earring holder that my mom gave me years ago (so shiny now!)

Filled up my box of crystals and rocks (!!!)

Was genuinely not depressed or anxious for the first time in weeks

Accidentally said I don't drink coffee when actually I love coffee but only if it's iced and doused in sugar but I've had enough caffeine and it was to That Aunt so actually it's fine

Stayed hydrated after I switched to water

Checked the weather forecast

Swore a lot (fuck was my favorite word)

Made a shopping list

[i-like-dogs-and-apologizes-alot]

❣️ meow

Sash!!!! I must say your takes on Shiro Dunmeshi have completely changed my mind on him and it takes A LOT for me to change my opinion on characters (Your takes are always the best)

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[the-whispers-of-death]

Meizian is a very good dancer

Hes got ✨️suave✨️

if all it takes to impress a bunch of people is with dancing and vibes it's gonna be easier to have Sashithia's hand in marriage

Sorry Sash your Meizian's wifey and not even death will let them part

-🔮

Meizian: *thinking all he has to do is impress a bunch of people with his dancing* Alright, I can do this.

Sashithia, guiding Meizian to the little dance studio the royals use in Castle Ranthia: Just feel the Neximors around you and dance how you feel when you notice them. You're going to do great, you already play with the swirls of Neximors that naturally waft off my body so you already know how they feel.

Meizian, realizing that the Neximors aren't a group of Yonuthias but sentient shadows that are everywhere: What?

It's okay, Meizian, the Neximors are already endeared to you because you treat Sashithia well. They'll gladly swirl around you and dance with you.

Just don't panic if you feel like they're moving your body themselves or if you feel like they're touching you like what feels like actual hands. It's not a Yonuthia using their powers and hiding in the Neximors, I promise. Not actual hands.

It's important to go with the flow when dancing with the Neximors. There's almost no set dance routine.

[lollytea]

gus hc: when he starts actively working as an ambassador, he makes sure to dress a bit more witchy/flashy in the human realm bc its all about optics and balancing expectations, rlly. its very impressive to anybody who only knows regular ol gus in the BI, bc hes a performer at heart and when he is on ambassador mode he walks and talks oh so subtly different. i also have this very vivid image of him with chin length braids with opal beads at the ends

The images this ask put in my head is making me go crazy. The braids with the opal beads!!! YES YES what a fucking fantastic vision!!!

I'm now OBSESSED with the idea of Fashion King Gus when he makes his ambassador appearances. He never appears in the same outfit twice and every new look is more spellbinding than the last. He completely mesmerises humans because he just has so much ✨️Dazzle✨️

I'm talking like long sweeping tailcoats with elaborate patterns. Moons and stars. Scales that change colour and glimmer in the sunlight. Silk sashes. Flowing cloaks with ornate clasps. Shining high heeled boots which add a good few inches to his already impressive height. Dangly mirror earrings. Jewels on all his fingers. The man can fucking DRESS.

And yes he has a distinctly different way of carrying himself when he's in ambassador mode. He absolutely has his fun with his flashy attire and showmanship but he takes his job very seriously.

[artisticzaati]

Sorry for the long post!

Wanted to just have a self indulging comic of a "based on a true story deal."

Sash never took his shirt off around any other knights or even his own significant others since he was scared of judgment.

However, of course they wouldn't judge him ; they love him as he is. Plus Robbie and Purah call them the cool battle scars to cheer him up. ✨️🤙

[ideks-on-mars]

ReonSemiShira arranged marriage/royal au cuz it's my favorite trope and I'm desperately out of ideas 🤭🤭🤭 (send me requests I'm dying out here)

ANYWAYS REONSEMISHIRA ARRANGED MARRIAGE/ROYAL AU HCS LET'S GO!!!

- What do you do when three kingdoms all wanna become allies but you don't have enough children to spare? 🤔🤔🤔

- Easy, you stick em all together cuz why not

- Thus our three princes

- Yes, they're all men, keep scrolling 🙄💅

- They don't meet until their wedding day 👁👁

- Let's say the kingdoms have their different ✨️aesthetics✨️

- The Semi kingdom has that "if depression was a person" vibe

- Royal colors (or colors in the kingdom in general) are mainly black. If it's not black then it's nightmare blue

- Semi kingdom focuses mostly on their military. Most people in the kingdom know basic combat and probs carry a weapon on them.

- An apathetic ass kingdom

- The Ōhira kingdom is a lot more fun 😭

- The whole kingdom might as well be a greenhouse because by GOD do they love their plants

- Flowers on top of flowers, it's so pretty during Spring 🤧

- The main colors of the kingdom are jade green and white!

- The grass is, quite literally, always greener in the Ōhira kingdom

- Next is the Shirabu kingdom 👀

- This kingdom just wants a good rep 🤧

- Everyone must dress nicely. If you're not dressed in tip top clothing then why are you in the kingdom? 🤨

- Just as ruthless as the Semi kingdom. "Off with their head!" are the royals' favorite saying. It shows too.

- Their main colors are a darker beige linen with a light red. I would say pink but the color I have in mind is more on the red scale so we'll say light red.

- ANYWAYS

- None of them really want this per say???

- They all knew that it was gonna happen one day but damn they gotta marry two people each 💀 they weren't told that this was a possibility

- Shirabu's probably the most resistant. He's throwing a fit in the room where he's getting ready.

- Semi looks like he doesn't give a shit (he gives many). Just listening to his mom ramble on about how "this is for the good of the kingdom blah blah blah"

- Reon just hopes that they all get along.

- Now to the suits, I'm not good at explaining these, but I'll try my best 💀

- let's start with Reon

- Think Prince Charles' suit when he married Princess Diana (our queen 🙇🙇🙇)

- Forest green suit, black pants, white sash thingy, white gloves, and all his medals and shit. They're all tip top shape GOLD, polished and everything

- What a man 🤧

- Next we'll go for Shirabu

- Think Prince Haakon of Norway on his wedding day

- Except Shirabu's suit is tighter, I thought homeboy's suit was a bit too baggy 🤧

- The base is the beige linen color. His sash is light red along with small white stripes on either side. The outlining of his suit is also light red. His belt is also the light red. His gloves are white. His collar rides up his neck a bit and he has a medal right beneath the slit of his collar. All of his medals are shiny rose gold

- Next is SemiSemi

- I can't think of any Prince's wedding attire that I associate with Semi so I'ma wing it here

- Deep, nightmare blue base. His suit fits more in the Italian style suit category I'd say. His belt is tight around his waist and it's completely black along with his sash. His main medal is a cross under his collar, kinda like Shirabu's. Most of his medals are made of white gold. Has really sleek shoulder pads for some reason.

- They don't color coordinate ¯＼_(ツ)_/¯

- They all look good tho so it's ok

- Very up tight walking down the aisle but just know that they're all freaking out

- The kiss is very awkward LMAO

- They all just kinda press their lips against one another's 💀

- The little celebration part where everyone parties is a little better ig 😭

- They all awkwardly side eye each other the whole time

- Their parents are all pushing it WAYYYY too much

- "Oh, why don't you tell them about yourself, hm? 😃" "Um, so...I'm like..a prince, or whatever 😐"

- It's not working out too well 😭

- It's even more awkward when they have to stay the night in the Shirabu kingdom for the night before they travel to the Semi kingdom where they'll be living

- It's the "There's only one bed" trope but make it that there's three of them and they just got married after knowing each other for a long 2 and a half minutes

- Shirabu speaks up first

- "I'm going to go take a bath" "I was going to."

- Hence the awkward tension between Shirabu and Semi beginning already

- Reon wants his mom to come pick him up

- "Hey, it's ok! I can go last if you want to go next."

- Semi guesses that Reon is bearable

- Shirabu immediately assumes that Reon is a "yes" man and thinks he's a wuss

- Reon just doesn't want any problems.

- After the bath tub arc, they all crawl into bed.

- Thank God that they're royals and the bed is big cuz these mfs honestly want nothing to do with each other

- Reon sleeps in the middle because the other two are still mad about the bath thing

- "Well..goodnight..!" "Mhm." "Hn."

- Well fine then. Reon tried his best.

- Reon wakes up first. He curses whatever higher power there is because why does this have to happen to him

- He practically has to do gymnastics to get over Shirabu but he makes it over without any incidents and haha bitches, the bathtub is all his until the demons wake up

- Reon gets about an hour and a half to himself, he deserves it. Plus he's all sweaty from sleeping next to the heater that is Semi.

- Shirabu wakes up next. He sees Reon sitting by his bookshelf reading a book.

- I'm making this set in like a long time ago because it's just better that way 🙄💅

- "What are you doing?"

- A 'good morning' would have been nice but that works too Reon guesses

- "I'm just looking at the books, sorry I didn't mean to snoop around."

- Shirabu just shakes his head

- "It's fine. Don't ruin them."

- Reon could only get a nod in before being completely shut up once he saw Shirabu walk towards him, bedhead and all.

- Shirabu gently takes the book from him and, without losing Reon's spot, just checks the cover

- "Oh. I really like this book. I read it not too long ago."

- They quickly engage in a conversation about books and omg they're getting along.

- Shirabu is starting to actually like Reon

- But he think he'd prefer anyone over grumpy pants over there in the bed

- Speaking of him

- They quickly turn their attention to the other and they're looking at him as if he'd just rose from the dead

- Reon offers the other a small smile but Shirabu just rolls his eyes and goes back to talking to Reon

- Semi grunts at the action and quickly gets out of bed

- "The carriage is supposed to leave some time around noon. I expect that the both of you will be ready by then."

- Well damn, ok

- The carriage ride is equally as awkward.

- Reon and Shirabu are discussing still, meanwhile Semi's sitting across from them just staring out the window

- He's a bit jealous but no one needs to know that

- He's also a bit insecure but we'll get into that later

- Once they arrive at the Semi kingdom, Reon and Shirabu can physically feel the mood drop. Semi's just like "Finally, everything's chill again"

- It's dark, glum, and cloudy. The rain outside doesn't help. Is this kingdom haunted or something!?

- The inside of the castle isn't much better. The other Semi's are also wearing black and dark blue, along with their respective spouses. Would they need to dress like this?

- The most color in the kingdom was that the spouses of the Semi's got to wear pieces of clothing that associate with their home kingdoms

- Even the children looked down in the dumps. Was everything OK?

- They're escorted to Semi's room and low and behold, nothing special, except for a few things.

- It's dark, there's maps on the wall, every typical room of a young prince.

- However the suit of armor and multiple swords lined up on the wall were kinda cool.

- "This is nice." "I know."

- Ok then

- Everything is EXTREMELY awkward for the next few months

- Somehow, they find each other enjoying the others' company from time to time

- But the thing that really lit the spark was when Semi came up to the other two all bashful and shy

- "Would you guys like to watch me spar with my brothers?"

- The other two know that Semi has a special interest in combat, a lot like the rest of his family, so why not go?

- They see that a lot of the other spouses were lined up to watch to. They would all fan themselves all proper like and wave at their husbands

- Were they supposed to wave at Eita like they were his housewife too or??

- They settled for a small wave from Shirabu and a smile + thumbs up from Reon

- That's enough to get Semi motivated

- He totally kicks ass. Husbands are impressed.

- Husbands are also intrigued

- "You did good!" "That was very impressive."

- Semi's scratching the back of his neck all shy

- "Thank you both for agreeing to come." "I'm glad we did."

- That was officially the nicest thing Shirabu had ever said to Semi

- Reon's glad, not only because his husbands are getting along, but also because Semi was finally starting to open up about his interests

- This is slowly getting better

- Suddenly a problem pops up in the Ōhira kingdom 😱 Reon needs to go check it out!

- Reon's scared. He knows that they shared a moment but he's still scared that his husbands will completely forget about it and tear each other apart without him being there to stop it

- All he can do is hope

- "Alright, I've got to go now. I'll be back as soon as I can, ok?"

- The other two nod

- Said other two also almost explode when Reon kisses them on their cheeks and waves them goodbye

- Without Reon there it's, once again, awkward. He's the one who keeps them together in a sense. How are they going to survive without their sweet Reon?

- "Well...I'll be in the library." "Can I come?"

- Shirabu wasn't expecting that one

- "I don't mind."

- Semi just sits down on the love seat with Shirabu as he reads

- "Don't you want to read too?" "Um.."

- Long story short, when Semi was a kid, no one really cared about the importance of Semi reading. You didn't need to read to grow into a wonderful king. If you get a letter then you can just make one of the butlers read it to you.

- Shirabu just nods his head, and without another word, goes back to the beginning of his book and starts to read aloud.

- Semi's in a trance. The usual monotonous prince actually had a heart after all.

- They're actually getting along now. Eita even kissed Shirabu goodbye once when he had to do something with his brother

- Maybe this is what they needed

- Reon comes back all nervous. Are hubby 1 and hubby 2 ok? 😭

- He looks in the room and neither of them are there. He goes to the library expecting to just see Shirabu and ends up finding both of them???

- Shirabu's reading to Semi?? That's a little strange

- Once they see him they immediately perk up.

- Shirabu gets up and hugs him, the other not too far behind.

- Are these the same people???

- They even told him that they missed him and asked if he wanted to come read with them

- Reon's so happy. And since Reon's happy so are the other two

- Reading together and sharing their interests ultimately becomes the way that they begin to grow close

- Sometimes they even go out to the little library in town or down by the lake together just to relax.

- The town's people are shocked. Is that their prince? Smiling?

- It's a shock, really

- They're all very happy together, it's a relief to everyone around them. Even the kingdom seems to light up the tiniest bit.

- The first "I love you" is weirdly said by Shirabu

- It's rushed and very sudden.

- Shirabu's in a rush to leave their bedroom. He kisses them both and before he's out the door there's a small "Love you" heard.

- The other two scramble to stick their head out the door and exclaim that they love him too

- Reon and Semi spend their time fan-girling while waiting for the other to come back

- They're so cute, I love them, royal ReonSemiShira>>>, ok bye-bye lmao