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reasonsforhope · 1 month ago

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"Tilia is a vest-wearing conservation dog that the 444-acre [Mequon] nature preserve relies on for vital conservation and restoration work.

The dog’s responsibilities include sniffing out invasive and endangered species in the prairies, forests, and wetlands of Mequon.

Conservation dogs have become more commonplace in wildlife organizations, tapping into their astonishing scent-detecting abilities.

“Dogs in general already have up to 200 million olfactory sensors,” Cory Gritzmacher, the director of operations at the nature preserve, told Wisconsin Life.

Humans, on the other hand, have about 5 million.

“[Dogs are] already set up and designed for scent detection,” Gritzmacher added. “It’s really just finding a dog that’s motivated, that wants to do it on a regular basis and is excited to do it.”

Tilia was the pup for the job.

One of her main roles is to detect wild parsnip, an invasive species that staff removes once it is found on the property.

Compared to humans, Tilia can find parsnip in its first year, while it’s still close to the ground and camouflaged by other plants. This is vital, since parsnip will start to spread rapidly by the time it reaches its second season in the preserve.

Studies show that the estimated damage caused by invasive species has cost the United States around $120 billion annually, as it impacts agriculture, recreational industries, and wildlife management.

By catching invasive species that take hold of local flora and fauna early, Tilia achieves something no humans can.

“The best trained volunteers or staff in the world won’t even be able to find what a canine can,” Gritzmacher said. “That’s the pretty impressive part of it. And who doesn’t want to go to work with a dog?” ...

Tilia began training as a puppy, and now nearly seven years old, she’s a pro at scent detection — which all started with some treats hidden in cardboard boxes...

“As she continues to hit on the correct scent, then she gets rewarded. So, she’s going to get paid again. We do our work, we get paid. She does her work, she gets paid.”

Tilia can also spot Blue-Spotted and Easter Tiger Salamanders, which are endangered in the area. Her other scents include Wood Turtle and Garlic Mustard.

Of course, her workload remains balanced with time off. Her official owner is the director of Mequon Nature Preserve, who is happy to embrace her as the family dog when she’s not out sniffing.

But Gritzmacher, who trains and works alongside Tilia, adores her, not only for her companionship, but for the miracles she is able to work as an asset to Wisconsin’s conservationists.

“Canines are going to start to play a huge role in the conservation field just because of their amazing detection skills,” Gritzmacher said, “especially when resources are limited, staff is limited and you have to search potentially thousands of acres or miles.”

In fact, Tilia was joined by a partner in crime a few years ago: Timber, another chocolate lab who is actually the offspring of Tilia’s sister.

By following in her pawprints, Timber’s “powerful nose will be a key tool” in the preserve’s “land restoration efforts,” according to its website.

“For years, scientists have tried to replicate the power and efficiency of the canine nose,” Mequon Nature Preserve adds on a webpage for Tilia and Timber.

“The results keep coming back the same: The canine nose is second to none. Coupled with an insatiable desire to work and serve, Tilia and Timber help us find things humans often can’t.”"

-via GoodGoodGood, December 2, 2024

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simdertalia · 6 months ago

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🫧🐚 ACNH Tidepool Set 🦐🫧

Here is the winner of July's poll, the tidepool set! There are lots and lots of creatures, some rocks, plants, and other items to add even more to your aquariums!

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dingus11111 · 7 months ago

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pls request tony the tiger smut where he fucks over the counter in a pool of frosted flakes love u <3

Sorry for the very late response!! Hope you enjoy!!

(Awwe! Thank you. <33)

TONY THE TIGER X MALE!READER

Content includes: Top!Tony, Bottom!Male Reader, praise, degradation, a hint of food play (pouring some milk and cereal on the reader), Furries (Tony is def a furry), biting, Tony being both rough and soft, oral (Tony receiving), face fucking, fingering, spit as lube, finger sucking.

FEM/FEM ALIGNED DNI!!

You have no idea how you got into this situation. Tony the Tiger was plowing into your ass and whispering sweet nothings into your ear…

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It all started when you woke up with morning wood. Your face flushed in embarrassment. Since you lived alone, you decided to ignore the mystery boner and wait for it to go down. What better way to do so than to go brush your teeth and then eat something!

You begrudgingly got up and slowly walked to the bathroom and brushed your teeth. As you stood there and brushed away, you noticed that your erection wasn’t going down. You huffed in annoyance and finished brushing your teeth.

As you walked down the staircase, your stomach growled. You really were hungry. Once you reached the kitchen, you didn’t feel like making anything too fancy.

“Hmm…” You thought of what you felt like eating.

A smile formed on your lips as you opened the pantry door and pulled out a box of Frosted Flakes. You poured some into a bowl you had retrieved from a cupboard, and then added milk from your fridge.

“Voilà.” You mumbled as if you were a gourmet chef.

As you sat down to eat the lovely bowl of cereal, you noticed that you were still hard. A look up, and you locked eyes with the cereal box. More specifically, you locked eyes with the mascot on the box, Tony the Tiger. You blushed softly.

He had been your guilty crush for a while now. You couldn’t help but admire his voice on tv, his cheerful smile, the way he had a toned build.

You dipped your hand beneath the waistband of your boxers and gripped your aching cock and began to stroke it. Your eyes slipped shut. You thought of him pulling your hair as he took you from behind. Thrusting in roughly. Telling you how much of a good boy you were and how amazing you felt. You groaned softly.

“Tony..~” You accidentally moaned his name out loud.

“You called?” A familiar but sudden voice responded.

Your eyes shot open and you gasped. You trembled at the surprise. Standing on the other side of the counter was Tony the Tiger. You withdrew your hand from your boxers and blinked multiple times, trying to gauge if this was real or not.

“T-Tony? You’re… here.. Are- Are you real?” You questioned as a heavy blush painted your face.

“As real as it gets.. Now, let’s help that little problem you have there. I promise it’ll be grrrrreat.” He held out the “r” in the word “great.”

Your breath hitched as he quickly stepped over to the side of the counter you were on and lifted you up. For the few seconds that you were against him, he smelled of sugar.

He lifted you onto the counter. He got close to you and pressed his snout your lips, chuckling deeply as he kissed you.

You whimpered, gripping his fur and wrapping your legs around his waist as you sat on the counter. Tony’s hands found their way to your waist. His tongue explored your mouth.

His hands moved from your waist to the rest of your body. One found its way under your shirt and to your chest, while one gripped the bulge in your boxers. He broke the kiss and panted softly.

You were blushing hard and wanted nothing more than him.

He stood up to his full height, (which was an inch taller than you while you sat on the counter) and moved his hand from your chest to your neck.

“Can you get on your knees for me, pretty boy” Tony asked softly as he whispered in your ear.

You obeyed without hesitation and got off the counter. You dropped to your knees and looked up at him for his next order.

“Good boy. Now, open your mouth for me.”

You obliged once more, opening your mouth wide. Your cock twitch in your boxers, begging for release.

Tony grabbed your chin and tilted it up further before grabbing your forgotten bowl of cereal and pouring it into your open mouth and on your face. It soaked the collar of your shirt and dripped down to the floor. You swallowed as much as you could before moaning as he suddenly pushed his large cock into your mouth. He used your throat to his liking, only slowing down when you gagged and speeding back up after a few seconds.

“Fuck, your throat feels so good.” His head tilted back as he muttered your praise.

You continued to let him use your throat like a good boy would because that’s what you are. A good boy. His good boy.

To your dismay, he pulled his cock out of your mouth after a few minutes. You pouted and whined quietly.

“I know baby. I know.. I want to cum too, but I can’t just yet. I gotta save all of it for that pretty ass of yours.”

You nodded and stood up. He bent you over the counter with ease.

“You want me to fuck you now, pretty boy? Fill that slutty ass up with my milk?” He teased.

“Yes, please.” You replied with a burning hunger for him.

“Such a good boy.” He nodded in approval as he moved one of his hands to your hip and the other to your mouth.

“Suck.”

You opened your mouth and sucked on his 3 fingers to the best of your ability, making sure to thoroughly coat each one in saliva.

Once he deemed they were ready, he pulled them out and pushed one against your hole, slowly sinking in. You moaned and squirmed at the feeling while his other hand kept you in place.

He moved it in and out, enjoying your reactions. His own cock yearned to be inside of you. After a bit, he added a second finger, and then a third.

You couldn’t help but groan in pleasure at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out so nicely. Your back arched as the tips of his fingers brushed past your prostate. It felt amazing. So much better than your own fingers.

He retracted his fingers from your ass. He gathered a large amount of saliva and spit in on your twitching hole. He proceeded to guide his large, hard cock to rest on the top off your ass.

“Are you ready for me?” Tony asked hungrily.

You nodded with a soft grin on your face. He growled in excitement as he pushed forward so that his dick rubbed against the cleft of your ass. He chuckled, continuing to do this for a few seconds to tease you. You pushed your butt back and even wiggled your hips so that he would hurry up. He gave your ass a light, playful spank.

“You want it that bad, baby? Well, if that’s what you want, then that’s what I’ll give.”

You shivered in excitement as he pushed his tip into your tight hole. Soft pants and whimpers spilled from your lips as he very slowly and carefully pushed inside of you. He let you get used to him, inch by inch.

Once you tried to inch backwards, he took that as a sign to start moving. He established a slow, soft pace in the beginning. He made sure to draw out your pleasure and even tease you by going agonizingly slow. You eventually wanted him to go faster. Harder.

“Tony.. please. I need more.~” You hoped he would oblige.

He did as you asked and sped up. His pace was just slightly faster. It increased over time to a fast, hard pace. At random intervals, he would slow down to keep you on edge.

Slick sounds of his thrusts and your moans filled the kitchen. He leaned forward. One of his hands stayed on your hip while the other reached up towards your hand and held it. You breathed heavily. All you could think about was his cock. His absolutely wonderful dick. Tony leaned even further forward so that he could whisper in your ear.

He pounded your tight ass while mumbling praises into your ear.

“You feel amazing…. You’re gonna make me cum so hard… You’re doing so well for me, m/n…. My good boy.”

Drool dripped from the corner of your mouth. Your eyes began to unfocus. The euphoric feeling of his cock filled your thoughts. You were close. So fucking close.

“Mmmph… Tony. I’m gonna cum!! Ngh.” You cried out in pleasure, warning him about your impending orgasm.

“Cum for me, pretty boy.” He encouraged you as he gripped your cock and began to stroke it.

You screamed his name as your cock shot out squirts of warm cum. He chuckled and continued to fuck you while jerking off your dick.

Due to your orgasm, your hole was tightened. Tony groaned at the feeling, loving every second of it. He felt the familiar knot building up in his lower abdomen. He sped up his thrust, moving his snout to your shoulder and biting hard as he came. His cock pulsed inside of you as he released a large load inside of you. He rode out his orgasm. His cum dripped out of your ass as he continued to fuck you.

He breathed heavily as he pulled out. A wet, loud “pop” could be heard as he did so. His thick semen dripped out of your hole and down your thighs. Your hole was puffy and fluttering. He watched you as you trembled and breathed heavily. A content smile formed on his face.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

“You felt amazing. I’m so proud of you, m/n.”

Finally got that done!! I hope you enjoyed. :))

#fanfiction #x male reader #bottom male reader #gay #male reader smut #gay smut #tony the tiger

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spellsyzygy · 1 month ago

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The Fabled Road | agatha harkness x reader fic

| a beaten wife fleeing from the clutches of her cruel husband seeks comfort in a fellow witch, agatha harkness. 2k words, briefly proof read. 19th(?) century

𖦹 warnings: smut, implied age gap, kindamean! agatha (so just agatha.), depictions of death and violence, mentions of spousal abuse, hinted at miscarriages, pet names (little witch, little mouse, pet), dacryphilia (if you squint), fingering (r receiving), a little roughness, reader’s first time with a woman, reader has fem genitalia, hints to agatha’s prev. relationship & child w/rio (gulp!)

here you are, finally. it was a long walk to this ‘witch’s road’ but you’ve reached your destination. the spot agatha harkness has been describing for days. the spot where you will get everything you’ve ever wanted. now you just need to open the door to the road. which is easier said than done. you stand in a huddle of witches, clad only in your nightgown — it was all you had on when you decided to flee your home and follow agatha for the promise of the road.

“im aghast! i tell you — i’ve never worked with such vazey witches in my entire life! stop clamoring about and open the dammed road already!” agatha hisses, flailing her arms about wildly.

“we’ve done everything you’ve told us to do!” a lady to your right shouts, she’s dressed in cream and her skirt bares a few burrs — stowaways from your hike through the wood.

“you’ve tricked us haven’t you, brought us out here to turn us in?” the thin-lipped woman to your left acuses.

“turn you in?” agatha laughs, “you sorry lot wouldn’t fetch me a half penny! i mean — really— who would offer up money for a bunch of desperate, poorly housewives masquerading as a bunch of would-be witches!”

the words spew from her lips like venom. the ladies on either side of you have had enough and fling their arms towards agatha, zapping her with their tendrils of magic.

“wait!” you yelp, grabbing fistfuls of the cream colored dress to your right. “stop it!” you shout as you try to pull the woman’s focus towards you. she backhands, hard, and you crumple to the ground. unfazed, she continues her assault.

agatha lets out a devastating cry that quickly turns into a maniacal cackle as she begins to drain the two witches of their magic. their skin caves and begins to reveal the bone underneath, their eyes dull and sink into the shriveled sockets, and haunting lamentations rattle out of their dry throats. it only takes a moment for them to collapse to the ground next to you. you yank your vision away and stare at the ground ahead of you. you hear the crunching of leaves as the purple witch stalks towards you. the snap of a twig compels you to wrench your eyes shut. you’re a shivering mess by the time she reaches you, you whisper a silent prayer to an unknown god and prepare yourself for the same fate your short-lived coven had.

“open your eyes, little witch.” agatha coos, you feel her towering over you, “come, look upon me.”

you gaze up at her, some tears still linger in your eyes — they dare not follow the few that have already fled down your reddened and sore cheek. agatha looks no different from before; she’s still a perfect picture of beauty now with added murder.

you’re concerned with the butterflies filling your tummy — she just murdered two people! your head is reeling.

though it was in self-defense… you ration. murder and magic aside, it’s unnatural to be effected by a woman’s beauty like this. isn’t it? the golden hour of the evening catches in your doe-eyes as you kneel before the powerful witch in front of you.

“you didn’t raise a hand against me, why?” she questions, crossing her arms but keeping a hand free to to tap a finger against her lips.

“you have not yet wronged me…” your voice is barely above a whisper.

“yet…” the older witch chuckles “oh i like you.” taunting you like a tiger playing with its food. she’s taking in every feature of you, “hmm… still, you have proved rather useless.”

“please, agatha.” you swallow the lump in your throat, “m-my husband is not a good man. i cannot return home. i have no family, no friends, no mon-“

“ah- ah-“ she hushes you. “i need not hear your sob story.” she offers her hand to you and you hesitantly take it. “he beats you?” she asks as you rise to your feet.

“y-yes…” you reach up her arm and steady yourself, she rests a hand on your waist. “i sought you out the same night he nearly killed me.”

she hums a sound of disapproval. you hope the sun is setting fast enough to conceal your blushing face. you’ve never been handled in such a gentle way, especially not from a woman. a rather beautiful and charismatic woman…

“we will have to assemble another coven, until then…” she studies your face, focusing a bit too long at your lips. “you may stay with me.” she throws a hand into the air and you’re enveloped in a purple haze, when it dissipates you see you’re now in a countryside cottage. “i’ll pour us some tea.”

you take in your new setting; the seating area in a rather large and polished cottage, you’ve only ever heard of ones this nice! your husband’s brother owns one, a secondary home to escape the city. you always dreamed of having one of your own. you admire the large painting above the fireplace, you’ve never seen anything like it. the painting is of a man meeting with a circle of witches. you wonder what it means to agatha.

“milk and sugar?” she asks, snapping you back to reality. “it’s black, apologies if you prefer green but i’ve developed an… aversion to it.” she sets a platter down on the table and motions for you to sit.

you nod and thank her, fixing your tea exactly how you like it. you feel her eyes on you as you sip. you wish you had more fabric to cover you; the evening dew of the grass combined with the slight sweat your hike has left your nightgown damp. it sticks to you in semi-translucent patches.

“i can’t help but wonder, what would cause someone to hurt a little mouse like you?” agatha questions, rather bluntly.

you nearly choke on your tea, “i-i’ve been unable to produce an heir for him…” you mutter shamefully, setting down your cup. “the doctors don’t know what to do — we’ve tried everything but nothing will… nothing has stuck.” you turn your head away from agatha, staring back at the painting. a single tear slips its way down your cheek. damn it.

she rises from her seat and kneels down in front of you. a hands rests against your lower stomach, the other rests on your waist. “death has paid your womb a visit, as it has mine...” she murmurs. “it is through no fault of your own, trust me.” her hand rises to your cheek and kisses away the little tear. “no one has ever been good to you? have they?” she asks, stroking your cheek.

your eyes are like saucers as you hold her gaze. her mouth is parted slightly, like she’s anticipating something.

“n-no.” the word topples off your lips involuntarily.

she leans in closer to you. jolts of electricity shoot up through your veins. you shut your eyes and tilt your head closer to her. when your lips meet you’re amazed by how soft she feels. this is nothing like the sloppy, one-sided kisses your husband gives you.

when your eyes flutter open you see her face is just as flushed as yours. you stare at each other for a moment before she dives back into your kiss. she pushes you up against the chaise and pins you against the cushion. she groans into your lips and sets a hand against your neck. the feeling pulls a pathetic whine out of you.

“ohh, so precious,” she teases in your ear. “what other noises can you make?” she works her way down your neck, sucking and biting at the exposed flesh.

“ag-agatha!” you whimper as she bites a sensitive spot particularly hard.

you feel a heat and wetness building between your legs, a mostly unfamiliar feeling to you. her hands slide the hem of your nightgown over your thighs, revealing your soft, white underwear. a small wetness has formed on them. she pulls away from your neck, looping her thumbs underneath your panties as she pushes your thighs apart slightly.

“you’re a sensitive one, aren’t you?” she teases, staring down at the little fabric that covers you. she brushes her fingertips across the damp surface before she taps them against you gently. your breath hitches and you can’t help but gawk up at her. she starts to rub little circles on the sensitive area, “can i take care of you, my little mouse?”

you nod frantically, unable to do anything but tremble and whimper as purple magic cuts across the delicate fabric of your underwear. she moves the ruined garment aside, “i’ll mend it…” she mutters. her eyes are transfixed on your cunt. she brushes her thumb over your clit eliciting a quick enhale from you.

“gods you’re pretty…” she slides her middle finger against you. she pushes into you and trembles when she feels your warmth clench around her. “such a little mouse…” you watch her bite her bottom lip when she starts to slide another finger into you. the sensation has you grabbing onto her sleeve, legs pushing together involuntarily. “i’ll be gentle,” agatha promises, leaning over to kiss you.

you kiss her back, with a little more confidence than you had the first time. your hips buck against her fingers and she pulls away from the kiss, pushing you back down against the lounge.

“i want to see how good i make you feel,” agatha says as she starts to pump her fingers into you. your stomach clenches and little moans patter from your lips. “does that feel good, my pet?” her pace quickens.

“m-mhmn!“ you mewl, unable to form a full sentence. you feel like you’re about to boil over, her pace is becoming relentless. you throw your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the filthy sounds you’re making. that silence only amplifies the wet squelching of agatha’s fingers in your cunt. she pries your hand off your mouth and pins it above your head.

“i think i deserve to hear you.” agatha corrects. the curling of her fingers causes a loud moan to fly out of you. your back arches and you feel a tightness inside your tummy.

“s-slow down! som-something’s-“ you gasp and contort at the indescribable feeling taking control of you. agatha looks like she’s in just as much pleasure as you. her mouth is parted and whimpers fall out as she stares down at you. your pleas fall on deaf ears, she works at you harder now and presses her forehead against yours.

a pathetic cry from the back of your throat echos throughout the room as you feel yourself spilling onto her palm. your legs shake violently and the whole room feels like it’s spinning. a few tears well up in the corners of your eyes as your left in a heap of sweat, slick, and whimpers. agatha kisses the corner your eye, working her way down your cheek to your mouth. she kisses you until your shaking subsides, hushing you with words of praise and affection.

“w-what was that…?” you croak.

“something you’ll experience several times over, if you stay with me,” she assures. “would you like that?”

“please” you beg, still twitching against her palm. “i would like that very much…” you blush.

“mmm… you’re such a darling thing, i’m sorry i was so rough.” agatha coos as she sucks at your neck, definitely leaving a mark. “i just needed this, needed you…” her hands and mouth can’t seem to leave your soft body. she runs her hands up to your breasts and gives them a firm squeeze.

“agatha!” you squeal, pushing her hands back down to your waist.

“oh? that was too much?” she teases.

“no! well— i’ve just!” you stammer, “you know you’re rather good at this.” you quip. “if i didn’t know any better i’d say you’ve bedded more women than men.” you tease.

she shrugs in response and your mouth hangs open. a wicked grin causes the corners of her mouth to turn upwards. you push her shoulder playfully, before biting your lip and positioning yourself so you’re sitting on your knees next to her.

“i-i’d like a turn…” you squeak.

she raises a brow at you.

“i mean… i’d like to try…” your face flushes red. “i-if you’d only show me how.”

agatha laughs and pulls you towards her, you share a long kiss before she leads you up towards her bedroom.

“i would love to, little witch.”

end.

a/n: i have not written anything in months but an agatha x reader period piece really called to me (i blame my annual pride & prejudice rewatch). not taking requests right now but my ask box is always open to questions/comments/suggestions for future stories!

#agatha coven of chaos #agatha harkness #agatha all along #agatha x reader #smut #agatha harkness smut #wlw smut #agatha all along smut #marvel smut #sabel writes #sabel smut

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ledesaid · 2 months ago

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A family wish ⚡⚡

A Halloween wish is something that only certain magical beings know how to harness and conjure… Here we have Billy Batson, for example, standing in the middle of the Salem woods with a cloak that hides him from the curious eye of other beings. He's excited because today is the day, and he doesn't want to waste his time while stitching with spider silk everything that's in his Superman lunchbox. It's his fourth Halloween party, but it's the first one he truly feels he's enjoying. It's like Christmas! But Billy thinks it's a hundred times better because of what he's going to get. That's why he has been diligently collecting everything necessary… and he's had an audience on several occasions:

—Excuse me, sir, I'm just going to take a bit of your hair… or your cape?—

Immediately, Captain Marvel seems to debate whether to use his blunt scissors on the hair or cape. He gets a piece of cape from one of his current villains. Don't let his slender appearance or clever words fool you because he's determined. The toad heads and Gorgon eyes in his magical bag confirm it. And let's not talk about his recently added occultist cape, it's the most normal thing he has so far and really shouldn't be the case.

Can someone please tell Billy that he shouldn't collect DNA or cut clothes from every magical entity he encounters?!

Oh, and no one in the League dares to get involved in the Captain's magical mysteries. Flash is still confused by his last explanation of Groundhog Day and his collection of hair from… better not know, Flash didn't want to know. But now he does. The League is worried because they heard the captain politely asking for a piece of hair from Zatanna and playing poker with Constantine until he won. The Englishman argued with the captain to find out what he was up to, but…

—I already have the flesh, I just need something cursed to finish… Your blood would be very useful!—

Constantine feels highly offended, yes he does, but the term flattered doesn't quite fit in his head, and let's not talk about "the flesh". He just wants to go home and it doesn't seem like Captain Marvel is going to give in.

—It's cursed, but it's not mine, have fun!—

He gives Billy a bottle of wine and ends the discussion. Captain Marvel jumps and celebrates like a child when he smells the bottle's contents, undoubtedly very cursed. This last event brings us back to Billy in the middle of the Salem graves, pouring the blood wine onto the tangled hair and fabric that has taken a feline shape.

—Come to me!— he yells energetically. —I order you!— His fingers sparkle with tiny lightning bolts.

His little altar sparkled among the flames of the candles.

—Live!— The lightning bolts increase and Billy takes the tangle of hair in his hands.

The small ball of fur quickly writhes in his grip and begins to transform into something more than it originally was.

—Wake up, Tawny!—

And that's it, a baby tiger gives its first roar, more of a meow, but Billy hugs it with joy.

—Yes! It's alive! It's alive!— exclaims Billy, recalling Dr. Frankenstein's words.

With all the joy in the world, an eleven-year-old boy celebrates having created his first familiar. On November first, the Captain takes his little friend to the Watchtower.

—Guys, look what I did last night! Isn't it cute? Look, Zatanna, its little black stripes are as beautiful as your hair!—

#billy batson #fanfic #ao3 #shazam #capitan marvel #superman #dc comics #dc universe #cómics de dc #dc capitana marvel #billy needs friends #capitain marvel #justice legue #familiar #tawky tawny

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trulyumai · 9 months ago

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Oh, Mr mosses (Series!) V

Synopsis: You were fine with the job, the steps were easy enough but the secret of the D.D.D was getting harder and harder to contain. Each night a new entity would enter the building, each with its own horrific look and intentions. Just as you debate on leaving, a new resident has entered the premises; Francis Mosses who is absolutely entranced by your being. Now, his Mimic has taken a liking to you too.

Will you be as smitten of them as they are of you? Only time will tell.

Author Note: Hello everyone, a bit longer of a chapter but thats okay! After Thursday I will be final free! Which means I'll have more time for writing and answering requests, thank you for your patience! <3

Warnings: Blood, Obsessive/Possessive behavior, Stalking, Talk about Death, Mutilation.

Also available on AO3!

Taglist: @tfamidoingwithmylife @mariaflor873 @fandomfeind @greycloudsy @skully-skeleton-bone0106 @im-here-for-the-fun-of-it @the-tiger-lover78 @itoshilvr @wilddreamer98 (Let me know if you want to be added!)

God, even the way she laid there, limp against the office wall was everything to him.

Biting down on 28 only crunches and squelches echoed through the room, the said man laid in pieces by his feet.

He casually sat there in her squeaky chair, munching on a limb like it was normal; an everyday hobby.

Humming a familiar tune he threw the rest of the arm past him, somewhere towards the cabinets, he had to guess.

With his feet on the desk he sighed.

Soon the D.D.D would learn of his presence, his safety would be at risk and his little toy would be in even more danger than she already was.

Maybe he would take her, hide her away to be his little wife. That is what they’re called, aren’t they?

First things first; he had to dispose of the replica.

Clicking his teeth he scratched his nails on the wood beside him.

That fucking fool. A useless mirror image he copied.

He had to learn everything about the man before taking his face; starting with his job, his hobbies, his routes, down to the fucking shampoo he preferred. Until it got to his favorite area, the most recent addition in his life; the pretty receptionist.

He knew it would be so easy to manipulate the woman. Her mind was so weak compared to him, with just a tad bit of bending (Mentally and a bit physically), he molded her perfectly for him.

Enough to not only get access to the building, but to her as well.

She groaned as she laid there, she must be having a nightmare. He hoped it involved him, with some image of the mimic biting chunks out or flesh, kissing them as he went on. Holding back a grin he decided to move her, before someone else were to poke their nose in the already bloodied business of theirs. He pulled her up until she reached his chest and eyed the old corroded clipboard by the door.

Going down the list of names he got to her; room 24 Level 2.

Stepping through the red he rubbed his feet on 28’s corpse, letting the leftover blood dry on his once white, button up. We wouldn’t want a little trail now would we?

Clicking the green button he passed 28 once more, whistling lowly as the elevator pushed its doors open with a groan.

Stepping in his clawed finger pressed the second button on the wall, watched as the doors came together with a satisfying thunk.

Belly satiated and full, he looked down at the woman in his arms, her head was lolled to the side, leaning firmly on his chest. Grinning wide he bent towards her, pressing a sloppy, bloody kiss to her forehead, cheek and nose.

The box dinged once again, the doors slid open loudly to indicate their arrival to her floor.

Walking through the corridor, he read the numbers idly

10, 12, 14,

A turn left

16, 18, 20-

A creek escaped, some neighbor had opened their door, just up ahead.

It was that rich suited prick.

“Ah! Francis, lovely to- is that the receptionist?” His grin was hesitant, eying the girl with bloody marks on her face.

He could kill him now, but it would be more of a mess to deal with, he doubted he could hide another body from the D.D.D.

Mustering up a smile, his sharp teeth gritted together.

“She’s ah, not feeling well,” attempting to move past the pompous man and walk towards her door just steps away, the man stopped them once more and put a hand out for extra measure.

Growling he slowly turned, met the eyes of the man once more.

“Do we have a problem,” he gritted, claws digging into the poor girl below him.

“Well- ah, tell her to visit me when she feels up to it,”

He put his hand back at his side, rubbing his fingers idly.

“I have a job opportunity for her, you see!”

Not bothering to waste anymore time, he pressed on to her room. Ignoring the suited man's stares as he clicked her key into place, shoving them both inside before slamming the door.

“Fucking prick.” He muttered.

But now he was all alone, could touch and prod at the girl with no interruptions.

Looking around he noticed the apartment was tidy; everything had a place, plants sat by the darkened windowsill and beside them, a full bookcase was laid about. Her kitchen was spotless, only a few decorative items littered the counters while the sink was, of course, empty.

Holding her up with one hand he scratched at his gums, pieces of bone were starting to prod against his teeth, becoming more annoying than painful.

Looking for her bedroom he propped open a door with his shoulder, and with a thump, dumped her unceremoniously on the mattress.

It was then, he realized.

“Oh fuck.”

Bolting angrily back towards the door, the hallway and elevator as fast as he could, he bit down on his annoyingly human cheek; hard.

He left the elevator unlocked.

Any other mimic could come through freely and he really couldn’t have that.

Another competition for his food? Yeah no, fuck that. He hated how territorial his kind was, made everything a pain in the ass to retrieve and made survival even more strenuous.

It’s why he found himself here; In this little rundown apartment, with surprisingly good security.

Being denied and caught over and over made everything so much more satisfying, because he knew that if he waited- stuck around for the right moment, he’d get in.

Watched plenty of his kind die too, before deciding to take a shape of his own, and finally, making his way to the pretty and gullible receptionist.

Mashing the first floor button he clawed at his face, light red marks dented down with each press of his fingers.

Ironically enough, he’s the one that has to distinguish between what’s real and fake now.

Waiting for the elevator he growled.

“What a pain in the ass.”

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The milkman was tired. Getting in, absolutely no one was there to check his ID, and he wondered if the receptionist was okay (Yet again). It seemed that lately, that’s all he could think about. Her health, the way she smiled, her pretty hands.

Not once had she missed any of her shifts, and although he had only been there for a short time, he would always hear from the neighbors how dutiful she was.

Come sickness, fatigue, anything, she would be there.

Walking past the office, his fingers shook cautiously by his sides.

Enough was enough, he would talk to her, he couldn’t avoid her forever and his little, “crush,” wasn’t going away anytime soon.

So with a long intake of air. He pressed her floor number.

It was now or never.

The doors closed, and the travel up began.

Floor1

Ding!

Floor 2

Ding!

With his head pointed downwards he heard the doors sliding open before walking forward, passing a quick figure to his left. Not bothering to greet them he kept his head down.

The anxiety was getting to him and wait- he didn’t even know what room she was in!

Head up, he turned back toward the figure that passed him.

They obviously resided on this floor, maybe he could attempt to ask them about her room without completely looking like a creep.

But what he saw he just couldn’t explain- rationally describe.

His face stared back at him, it was set in a scowl while he noticed vast amounts of blood adorned his usually crisp white shirt. The doors were on their way to closing, and this version of him reached out to stop it.

He was too late, the metal doors crashed together and Francis could feel his heart jumping out of his chest.

What the actual fuck was going on.

Was he that tired?

Grabbing his face he turned back, mumbling incessant comforts to stop the beats of his heart from getting any faster.

He needed to find her room, and fast.

The first thing she noticed was her head. It boomed with an unfathomable amount of pressure, and she was hesitant to open her eyes.

She felt around, immediately recognizing the comfort of her own duvet, the silkiness of her pillows, the faint wafts of the candle she lit the night prior. It calmed the tenseness found between her shoulders, instantly relaxing against the cushioned material.

With a muffled groan she allowed her eyelids to slink up, her messy room greeted her vision.

Not remembering the trip up, she laid there, stretched out and confused.

Craning her head just off the side of the bed, the receptionist glanced towards the hallway; to her front door that was wide open.

Jerking up, her feet collided with one another, and looking more like a newborn calf than human she attempted her way to the front of the room.

Never before had a fatigue caused this much confusion; chaos to her mind.

Something had to be wrong.

She remembered clocking in, idly sitting by as the clock ticked and ticked. After that it was all blank- it startled her to no end.

With a hand on the door frame her figure leaned on the wall, just outside her abode.

Biting her lip she held back a whimper, the bright lights of the hall burned her eyes, she tried to go off of memory, closing her eyes as she felt for every familiar bump and groove of the space.

Turning to where she remembered the elevator was, someone bumped into her- hard.

“My goodness!” That voice… could it really be?

“Francis?” Squinting her eyes she blinked repeatedly, trying to get the figure to focus in her vision.

“H-Hey,” the deep voice answered back, smiling, as she knew it was the tired mailman. Only he could have such a serious yet flustered sounding voice.

“I've been looking for you,”

The man gripped the girl's shoulders, light yet firm and bent down just to meet her gaze.

“Some… things have been happening, I wanted to see if you were okay.” Flustered, the girl forced out a laugh, taking a hand off her shoulder she gripped it softly.

“I'm okay, you look more disheveled than me, big guy, what's up?” Kneading the flesh around his knuckles the man couldn't help but relax.

She smelled so good- of lilac and vanilla, it invaded his senses and corrupted his mind. He couldn't even remember the duplicate until it was shoved back by his consciousness.

Letting out a low moan he shook his head. ‘Focus Francis, god-’

“I have to talk to you,” he blurted out, face getting warmer as she paused her movement, and looked right at him.

Letting out a giggle she rested her arm, just so it leaned comfortably in the crook of his elbow.

“Okay? My rooms around the corner, if you wanna talk there?”

Not relying on his words he nodded his head, letting the girl lightly pull his arm to her apartment.

Now, he just had to figure out how to explain his bloody twin.

Should be easy!

And if she calls him crazy, and ultimately pushes him out of the apartment- possibly building, at least he got to get this close to her.

Smelling her, touching her, it was better than living alone with his thoughts- tormenting him every hour of the week that he lazily spent thinking about her anyway.

Inhaling her flowery scent once more he shuddered, he hoped the pretty girl would believe him, so he could once more bask in her presence and ignore every little thing around.

#francis mosses x reader #horror #thats not my neighbor #francis mosses #francis mosses x you #game x reader #horror game #x reader #fanfiction #romance #Mimic #Thank you Caseoh for showing me this game ILY

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hometoursandotherstuff · 4 months ago

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Brand new 2024 Spanish Mission Style estate in Queen Creek, AZ. Who designed this thing? It has only 3bds, but 11baths, 32,000 sq ft. Sheesh! Priced at $19.5m + $329mo. HOA.

It's still not finished. Walking thru that entrance it looks like there is, or is going to be, a water feature. Plus, there are connections on these columns either for statues or lights.

Huge 2 story living room w/fireplace in Arizona. I have friends there- it's hot as blazes. But, the ad says 25,000 sq ft of air conditioned space- can you imagine the electric bill?

Open concept living room/kitchen. Look at the balcony on the upper left.

The kitchen isn't finished. The appliances aren't in yet.

If I didn't see the toilet and sink, I'd think that this was an elevator.

I'm gonna say that this is a bedroom. It has the scalloped Spanish ceilings.

You're gonna see a lot of baths, b/c there are 11 of them. This one has a big stone double sink and tile shower. I hope they put tile on the wall around those faucets.

I don't know what this is, but it can't be another bathroom. Whatever it is, it has a kitchenette.

Another bath. I guess maybe there's going to be a tub in here.

This is a bedroom.

Huge en-suite.

And, the walk-in closet. There are 2, one for each person.

In the courtyard, multiple swimming pools with fountains and firepots

Plus an outdoor kitchen with a mission bell tower. They didn't put the bell in yet.

This is a hangar, with a flight office, so I guess you can have several planes. And, the ad describes that as a "big ass fan" on the ceiling. It's called the Pegasus Airpark b/c it's perfectly situated on a North/South double lot, for a massive 350' of taxiway for the planes.

Here's the putting green, b/c for some reason, every millionaire plays golf.

Outdoor basketball court, plus a sand volleyball court, and pickleball. The gym has a firepole slide down to a first floor hidden door. The main house has a 5,000 sq ft basement: bowling alley, 75 ft shooting range, Tiger Woods' (Full Swing Pro 2.0) Golf Simulator.

Pool house/guest house.

Sauna and shower.

Courtyard garden.

2.09 acre lot. Where is the runway? That brown strip? I guess all the residents have hangars.

#estates #mansions #spanish mission style homes #spanish style homes #new construction #houses #house tours #home tour

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jedineedlove · 5 months ago

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Weapons of the Monkie Crew

Khakkhara

The basic design of a khakkhara is of a central staff, normally in wood, topped by a finial in metal, with a looped design, from which smaller metal rings hang on each side (similar to the stringing of traditional Chinese cash). Various numbers of loops and rings are employed, with each number being assigned symbolic significance on the basis of a variety of Buddhist numerical formulas. Historical examples from the Famen Temple include staffs with one, two, or four loops and four, six, or twelve rings on each loop.

Several versions of the staff's origin are given in the Sarvastivadavinaya, but in all of them the staff is recommended to monks by the Buddha in order to ward off animals- either for protection from dangerous predatory animals like tigers and lions, or for scaring off small creatures like spiders and snakes that might be trod upon by wandering monks. The ringing of the staff can also alert donors within earshot of the monk's presence, as monks traditionally remain silent while collecting alms.

The number of loops and rings featured on the staff was also assigned symbolic significance, according to a variety of Buddhist numerical formulas- four loops symbolizing the Four Noble Truths, six rings representing the Six Perfections, or twelve rings representing the twelvefold chain of cause and effect

Tripitakas / Tangs staff has four rings and with the added LMK universe flare magic.

Yue Ya Chan (Crescent Moon Spade)

Also known as the monk spade, the yue ya chan (月牙铲) is a typical weapon associated with the Shaolin warriors. It features a crescent-moon-shaped blade mounted on a wooden shaft and a flat wedge-shaped blade on one end.

In ancient China, the Shaolin monks carried spades when traveling to bury corpses they might find on their journey as part of their religious obligation. Eventually, it turned into a self-defense weapon with the addition of the crescent blade, which allowed hooking and sweeping techniques.

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Chinese Bronze Swords

Of course, Meis is made of Jade but the Bronze sword I think bests fits her TYPE of sword. Chinese Bronze swords first appeared during the notable Xia and Shang Dynasties in China. They were an advancement from the prior Chinese Dagger, boasting a considerably bigger blade. These weapons stood out because of their wide and robust blades. Initially, people used these swords in ceremonies and rituals. As time passed, these swords played a pivotal role on the battlefield, which significantly altered the course of China's history. Along wth this I put a video of some people showing of Chinese Swords including the one I mentioned.

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Nine-Toothed rake/ Baoqin Gold Palladium

This weapon is hard to find much of in the real-world use besides as a gardening tool but in the JTTW the Nine-toothed rake is a polearm with nine teeth. Pigsy’s weapon more closely resembles agricultural tools that were traditionally used by farmers since the Yuan Dynasty. It is said to have been handcrafted by Laozi from divine ice steel and etched with arcane symbols. I may not have been able to find much in words but I did find two videos of some guys showing off how it can be used in a fight.

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Staff

Both MK and Macaque currently use a staff. The Chinese staff is considered the grandfather of all weapons. The long staff is the most common, usually about 7ft long, and constructed from hardwoods like oak or white wax. It originated from the long spears used by classical warriors. The Shaolin monks removed the spearheads and trained with only the shafts suited for their peaceful monastic environment.

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NOW heres the BIG Question with just about everyone in the Monkie Kid Crew welding a weapon what about...... WUKONG!!

Look his hand-to-hand is awesome and has crazy powers but seriously after his staff has been passed down and this new chaos coming it might be time for Wukong to wield another weapon.

While looking up the other's weapons I found others on theme with other old Chinese weapons.

San Jie Gun (Three-Sectional Staff)

The san jie gun (三節棍) consisted of three short staves connected by chains. It functioned as a self-defense weapon, suited for either short-range or long-range combat. Unlike a long staff, it can be easily concealed and carried. It also allows various methods of attack and defense. Versatile and hard to learn, it is among the weapons of choice for many advanced martial artists.

To stay in the staff family like the other monkeys but still change things up.

Chui (Hammer)

A type of mace, the chui (锤) was a round hammer, usually used in pairs. It had a heavy head on the end of the handle for delivering powerful strikes. This ancient Chinese weapon was most popular in the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

The chui was known as the copper hammer because it was often made from copper, though other materials were later used. Since they are typically heavy and require great strength to wield, these weapons are not popular among kung fu practitioners.

I picked this for its blunt and powerful hit. Similar to the Monkey King's own fists.

Tie Jian (Iron Rod)

The term jian (鐧), written in a different character from the sword (劍), is also used to describe a heavy bar mace with a smooth rod. They were typically made from iron and called tie jian (鐵鐧) or “iron rod,” but there were also tong jian (bronze rod). The name iron rod is a reference to its plain metal rod.

In the West, the tie jian is regarded as a type of Chinese sword breaker—a heavy weapon capable of breaking swords and other weapons. During the Ming dynasty, the military used large two-handed versions of tie jian. By the Qing dynasty, single-handed versions were more common.

This weapon has the blunt power similar to a staff and having the reputation of a sword destroyer it seemed to fit the powerful hit from the Monkey King.

Hu Die Dao (Butterfly Saber)

Widely referred to as butterfly swords, the hu die dao (蝴蝶刀) is a type of double saber. These weapons developed due to merging typical Chinese fighting knife blades with Western-inspired hilts. They featured distinctive D-shaped guards, though their blades came in various forms.

The narrow types were efficient for heavy cuts and were likely to be used by the Chinese military units and the local militia. On the other hand, the broader types were efficient for disabling opponents without killing them and remain popular today among martial artists.

I picked these ones because they would be the only dule weapon. Giving some variety.

Each one of these I found could fit Wukong in one way or another. But if you have any other ideas for the Monkey King leave them in the comments

:) Thank you for reading.

#lmk swk #lmk macaque #lmk mk #lmk pigsy #lmk sandy #lmk mei #lmk tang #lmk thoughts #fun post

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goose-on-the-loose · 2 months ago

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The Darkest Hour - Styracosaurs in a Wildfire Paleoart Process Breakdown

It’s been a long time since I’ve shared my art on this account (at some point years ago I just forgot to), but I thought that this might be a great opportunity to start posting my art again! This is my first attempt at paleoart, and I think it’s worthy of sharing. It’s for my showcase at my art school, so there were time restraints that stopped me from adding elements that I would’ve liked, but ultimately I’m quite satisfied with it.

For any budding paleoartist (or anybody really) who’d like to see my process, I put it all below the read more! @a-dinosaur-a-day (hope you don’t mind me @/ing you, i originally meant for this post to be an ask but it got too long haha)

I started off knowing that I wanted to depict some kind of ornithischian for a number of reasons. Two of the biggest reasons were that 1) I simply like them more than theropods and sauropods and 2) My senior showcase is all about showing animals in ways that the viewer hasn’t seen them before, and most people don’t really think about ornithischians except for if they’re being preyed on by a theropod.

I then narrowed my choices further by looking at different formations and what species they have. I looked up what formations parasaurolophus was in (since it’s one of my fav dinosaurs and I was thinking of making it my subject) and I saw the dinosaur park formation. Looking at the different species found there and the type of environment they lived in, I knew this formation was going to be my choice.

I couldn’t narrow it down to one species yet, so I decided to think of some scenarios ornithischians might find themselves in first. I thought, “Oooh, what about some dinosaurs escaping from a wildfire?”, since the storyline could easily be conveyed, the lighting would be interesting, and I could get creative with the composition (flames and burning debris can create arcs to guide the viewer’s eye).

I did some very quick simple thumbnails and sketches to get the feeling and flow of the lines. I saw some paleoart by Marzio Mereggia and I remembered one of his parasaurolophus pieces that I really liked. I also looked at the composition of the fire scene from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron for inspiration. (the tiger doodle had nothing to do with it, i just wanted to draw a tiger) The shapes and silhouettes of these species weren’t really clicking for me, so I looked back on the list and saw styracosaurus. I looked at some paleoart and realized that the silhouette and shapes of their frill and horns could really draw the viewer’s attention.

So, I drew the top thumbnails and showed them to my teacher. He liked all of them, but especially liked the middle one, so I drew a larger version of it, making sure to elevate the best parts and communicate the story. I like to use highlighters when thumb-nailing because it helps me break down the background, middleground, and foreground while also giving attention to the focal points. I was satisfied with this layout, so I drew an even larger version of it that would be the same size as the piece of wood I would be painting on.

I wanted to add more dimension so I changed the placement a bit. I don’t have much to say on this one, except for the final project has less background detail because each piece in our showcase has to be finished within a certain amount of time, this is also why the adult styracosaurus doesn’t have scale detail. I would’ve liked to add it, but I have to be realistic with my time.

I then drew the sketch on the piece of wood, and then my teacher cut the excess wood off.

Painted the background and also changed the shape of the face horn to be more accurate. I believe that styracosaurus’ horns changed with age and each individual’s grew in their own slightly different way. I do regret not pushing the dark ground colors further back.

Started trying to figure out the colors in class here.

Did this all the next day, took about 6-7 hours. 3 during class and the rest in my dorm. I changed/added to the rest of the face colors later, but the beak stays the same. I still really like the way I painted the beak.

This was after 3 more hours of class time. I changed the face horn color and made the frill horns match it. I also started focusing more on highlights and shadows. This is the last photo I took during the process.

With the final version, you can see that I warmed up the highlights to match the fire and I dulled them out too (adding yellow to purple desaturates it). I also went over the background again, making the colors more vivid and adding a glow to the fire. Ngl I do regret not adding that glow to the fire on the trees, but oh well. Live and learn ig.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 1 year ago

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Oh, this fun October!

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: BSD's Cast First Halloween in real world! Full of cute moments. You are sure, that you will enjoy this Halloween as much as them.

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Happy Halloween, everyone!

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

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Pumpkin

You walked inside the kitchen, looking unamused. The room was cowered in pumpkin pulp.

In the middle of the room sat the reason for the whole mess.

Akutagawa was clutching the pumpkin remains in his hands. Rasenmon was hovering above him, its maw was covered in orange pulp.

You left him for one minute. And now, only two pumpkins from seven were left.

You rub your forehead.

"What did I tell you?"

Akutagawa looked a tiny bit guilty. Just a little. Somewhere deep inside him, Ryunosuke regret not listening to you. Probably.

"Don't use my ability for pumpkin carving."

"And what did you do?"

"Used it. It's faster that way."

Akutagawa looked at the mess he created.

"Just let me get hold of it."

Rasenmon strike forward remaining pumpkins.

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At the end, Oda and kids will do the carving. As for Ryunosuke's pumpkins... Well, backed pumpkin is delicious.

Ryunosuke wasn't good with pumpkin carving.

But, he is good at cutting food. At least, cutting pumpkin.

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Leaves

You were carrying red maple leaves in your hand. Red, orange and yellow leaves were crunching under your feet.

Shibusawa, dressed in kimono, was looking near you. He was twirling a single maple leaf in his hands.

"Sorry, if it's not that interesting." spoke you, looking at Shibusawa. He smiled at you.

"Don't worry, [Y/N]. It is interesting." Shibusawa looked up. "This autumn full of imperfections... And it makes it so perfect. So interesting."

Shibusawa looked at you again.

"I heard, that there is a kiosk, where you can buy pumpkin latte. Let's buy some."

He walked further down the road.

You hummed and walked after Shibusawa.

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Tea party

You breathe in the tea aroma. Golden, warm liquid looked magnificent.

You taste it.

"Mm! Apple Cinnamon tea. You outdid yourself, Ivan!"

Ivan smiled, drinking some of his own tea.

"I am glad, that you liked it, [Y/N]."

For a few minutes, you two enjoy the warm drink with some bubliks¹.

Warm tea was perfect for October. Especially, if you are drinking it with a friend.

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Candy apples

"Ranpo, for the future reference, never try to make candy apples again." sigh you, trying to tear off the caramel-coated apple from Ranpo's forehead.

Detective just waved his hand and took a bite from the apple you already removed.

"Come on, [Y/N], it's not like it was completely my fault! You opened the door when I had the plate with caramel apples in hands. You startled me and made me drop apples on me."

You licked some caramel off your fingers and tear another caramel apple from Ranpo's cheek.

"Yes... But you were the one, who added so much caramel, that apples are practically became coated in thick sphere. And you are the one, who start carrying apples before caramel hardened."

Ranpo only tool another bite.

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Moonlight

The moonlight was bright tonight.

Under the moonlight, fully transformed Atsushi was running. Magnificent white tiger was fast.

And you were riding on his back.

It was a spontaneous decision, but, after learning, that Atsushi manage to fully control his tiger form, you proclaimed, that you want to ride on his back.

That's why you two were here.

Atsushi stopped running and start slowly walking.

You gently scratch behind his ears.

White tiger huffs.

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Fog

Fog was heavy. So heavy, you could barely see your fingertips. Thankfully, Herman Melville was with you.

Old man was skillful in navigating through the fog. With small compass in his hand and will your phone's flashlight, you two manage to navigate through the woods near your house.

The road were destroyed because of the rain, so you two need to walk through the woods.

Soon you will be home.

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Haunted

The screams of terror were coming from the "House of Horrors".

A few minutes later, Nikolai walked outside the attraction, whistling a cheerful tune.

Soon, people and actors start running away from the attraction.

He was holding your left hand. In your right hand, you were holding cotton candy.

Nikolai grinned.

"It was fun, Birdy, isn't it?"

You took a bite from your cotton candy. At first, Nikolai didn't like the "House of Horrors". So, he decided to join actors into scaring people. In his own way.

"Yea. Especially, when you pretend to be sewn in half by a fake saw... You didn't..."

Nikolai immediately stopped you.

"Ketchup and red paint, don't worry, [Y/N]. So... To the next attraction?"

You nodded and Nikolai start leading you to the next ride.

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Black cat

You turned your back on one second and Fukuzawa was already done. How you could lose him? Where did he go?

You start searching for him through the nearest shops.

You found him in the pet shop.

Local animal shelter decide to show some of their animals, dressed in Halloween themed costumes, in hopes, that they will be adopted.

Fukuzawa, man, who was almost two meters tall, was cradling a small black kitten, that was dressed as a bat.

"Good little bat..."

It was so strange to see Fukuzawa, whose expression remains stern, tickling kitten's chin.

But... Should you really take the kitten?

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On your way back, kitten was held against Fukuzawa's chest.

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Spider

It was in your house...

It was terrible...

It was awful...

The spider crawl at your direction. You jumped on the nearest person and hold to them for dear life.

"DAZAI, KILL IT!"

Dazai himself looked uncomfortable.

"I don't want to touch it!"

Spider crawl closer.

Dazai, with you on his back, jumped on the nearest person.

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Few jumps later

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"CHUUYA! KILL IT!"

"And how do you expect me to do it?" asked Chuuya, who, somehow, still was standing, despite the fact, that you, Dazai, Kirako, Higuichi, Pushkin and Q hung on him like grapes on a branch.

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Tetchou was the one, who killed the spider, while Tachihara and Teruko tried to make all of you let go of Chuuya.

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Rats

"When I was little, I start feeding some rats from the alley, that I passed on my way to school. Soon, they start bringing me little gifts. Rocks, twigs, old paper. But, one day, they brought me money. So, I gave them better food. Rats quickly learned, that if they want good food, they need to bring me money... So, Fyodor, do you think, I could train a new rat pack to bring me something good? I have a sandwich" asked you, leaning towards Fyodor.

He pinched your nose.

"Stop it. Cake is for tomorrow's party. I won't steal you a piece of it. Even if you give me a sandwich."

You stuck out your tongue.

"You are no fun."

Fyodor chuckled and patted your head.

"Let's go, Al Capone from National Geographic Channel, let's play checkers."

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Vampires

Today, everyone woke up because of loud noises and sounds of something being thrown around in the library.

A quick check up reveals, that it was probably Bram. No one see Count Stoker since yesterday.

Or you were being robbed.

You (because, if it is Bram, you could calm him down) and Fukuchi (because if it is a robbery, he will calm thieves down), enter the library.

For the next ten minutes everything was quiet.

Then you opened the door. You looked slightly angry.

"Okay. Confess immediately. Who in the world gave Bram "The Twilight Saga" and called it a good book about vampires?"

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Party

The party was a blast.

Pumpkin lanterns were lit.

Everyone was wearing costumes.

Kenji, Q, Elise, Kyouka, Katsumi, Kousuke, Sakura, Shinji and Yu just returned from trick or treating and were showing, what they got.

Food was delicious. Drinks were refreshing.

You heard Kaji's voice.

"Hey, everyone, the camera is ready! Gather around!"

You were stuck in the middle of the photo, surrounded by all of your friends. You were holding Karl in your arms, Ayatsuji's cats were sitting near your legs and Fukuzawa's new kitten was sitting on Fukuzawa's head. Kaji continued.

"Okay. On three. One, two, three..."

All of you, together, exclaimed.

"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"

And another group photo was taken.

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Tiger earrings are back in the shop!🐅

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csolarstorm · 2 months ago

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The Original Dragon of Unova and Wuxing

Have you heard of this Pokemon theory about the Original Dragon and the Forces of Nature? Let me catch you up on it so I can dive deeper into the symbolism of the Four (Five?) Heavenly Beasts and the Five Phases. I think there's a lot more to this theory than people give it credit for, especially after the Abyssal Ruins leak.

The Therian Forces of Nature are probably based on The Four Heavenly Beasts, creatures in Chinese mythology and Taoism that guard the cardinal directions of the earth and heavens. Thundrus is the Azure Dragon of the East, Tornadus is the Vermillion Bird of the South, Landorus is the White Tiger of the West and Enamorus is the Black Tortoise of the North.

Each of the Therian Forms has a mysterious gem on their chest that matches the color of Heavenly Beast they are based on. That is, except for Enamorus, who has a green gem instead of a black one - but I think I can explain why. More on that in a bit.

The Therian Forms didn't always have these gems during the design process. I'm guessing the developers added them to strengthen their connection with the Heavenly Beasts.

Even though they're called the Four Heavenly Beasts, some variations include one more: the emperor Yellow Dragon of the Center. And wouldn't you know it, Kyurem has a big Yellow gem of its own on its forehead.

That much of the theory is well-explored. But what I don't see people go into when talking about this theory is all of the symbolism - the charts upon charts of sets of "five things" associated with the Heavenly Beasts. It's actually pretty appropriate for Gen Five.

Note: I am definitely no expert in Chinese mythology or Taoism. This research was purely for Pokemon theory crafting! Please feel free to correct any inaccuracies or add details in the comments. Thanks!

The Heavenly Beasts are each associated with five "elements" that match their colors: Azure Wood, Vermillion Fire, Yellow Earth, White Metal, and Black Water. This is Wuxing, the "Five Phases" in Taoism. For this post I'll call them "elements" because it's in the context of Pokemon. But Wuxing is more about the interaction between each element than the elements themselves.

Diagram based on this Adobe Stock Image

(Whenever I mention an element, I'm going to name it with its color - for example "Yellow Earth" - just to make it easier to match with its corresponding Heavenly Beast.)

The Five Phases interact in cycles - water nourishes wood, wood feeds fire, but also wood depletes water and fire burns wood. Sound familiar? The cycles are like flowing paths of type advantages and weaknesses...except the Pokemon type chart doesn't form a perfect star when you draw it.

If you grew up on Pokemon types, especially in the west, some of these elemental colors might seem unusual to you. Why is it Azure Wood? Or Black Water? This is why I believe Enamorus ended up with a green gem rather than a black gem: Pokemon wanted the five colors to better match the franchise's color associations.

There is some variation in how different sources portray the colors of the Heavenly Beasts and their elements. In ancient times a lot of cultures didn't differentiate between green and blue, so the Azure Dragon and Wood can be represented with Green, Blue, or any color between.

So they could have given Thundrus the Green Gem - but Pokemon went with Blue for several reasons. Not only are there lots of cultural depictions of a bright blue Azure Dragon, but giving Thundrus a Green Gem might clash with its green-skinned rival Tornadus.

Then ten years later, here comes Enamorus. A Blue Gem would have been perfect for Enamorus, since Blue is occasionally associated with the Black Tortoise and Water. But, it was already taken. And Pokemon probably wanted to avoid using Black, because a "Black Gem" together with Landorus's White Gem might clash with Reshiram and Zekrom. So Enamorus ended up with the Green Gem instead.

Now you can interpret this in one of two ways. Did they change the colors of the elements, or did they switch the elements so that now Enamorus has the Green "Wood" Gem in Pokemon since she's connected to fertility, while Thundrus has the Blue "Water" Gem since he's a generally rainy guy?

But I digress. Let's get back to the main topic.

Source: wanghongliu on Wikipedia entry for "Yellow Dragon"

Each of the elements in Wuxing are associated with Yin or Yang. Azure Wood is the idea of natural energy - together with Vermillion Fire, both are Yang, energetic and lively. Black Water and White Metal are Yin. (It's kind of ironic Black Water and White Metal are both Yin - but color coding in ancient symbolism is never perfect.)

Yellow Earth is both Yin and Yang, in a sense representing the whole Taijitu, and it corresponds with the Yellow Dragon of the Center. If the Original Dragon of Unova is based on the Yellow Dragon, it would be both Yin and Yang - both Zekrom and Reshiram! This is probably why you see diagrams of the Four Heavenly Beasts with the Taijitu in the center.

The Yellow Dragon is said to be the Yellow Emperor of China, who turned into a dragon after ascending to the heavens. I think there is a similar metaphorical connection between the ancient King of Unova and his signature Pokemon, the Original Dragon. In the Abyssal Ruins, King Harmonia is literally represented with the symbol of the Original Dragon, machine translated as "the creature known as God".

Source: Pokeleaks on Reddit via ImmaculateOne-Browne

What about the Yellow Dragon's cardinal direction, the "Center"? Unova is one of only two regions with a major landmark in the region's center. In an early plan for the map, the "Imperial Palace" was in the center, likely the Elite Four building. While this is a reference to the Japanese Imperial Palace, there have also been "Imperial Palaces" in China's history. Either way, as royal palace, it's a perfect "Center" for the imperial Yellow Dragon.

Source for Beta Unova Map: CentroLeaks

In the canon however, the center of Unova's map is home to the Entralink, and the entrance to the Dream World. This is also perfect, because the Forces of Nature are rumored to come from the Interdream Zone. In fact, it's speculated that their Therian Forms are their original forms.

Remember I said that the Four Heavenly Beasts guard the cardinal directions of the heavens? Well, the Dream World is an easy analogy for heaven, because it's a realm of rainbows and floating islands in the sky. So it makes sense that Pokemon based on the Four Heavenly Beasts would come from an area connected to the Dream World.

Another easy analogy for heaven is space. Symbolically, this is probably why so many powerful space dragons, like the Original Dragon of Unova, keep crashing into the Pokemon World.

Hear me out though: considering the possibility that the Original Dragon is connected to the Forces of Nature...is it possible that the Original Dragon only looked like it came from space, and instead it actually crashed down from a portal to the Interdream Zone that opened in the sky?

Finally, my first real Gen V theory! After all of those Z-A theories, I wanted to get back to my roots - and what a fun rabbit hole to go down. The Heavenly Beasts and the Five Phases match with so many things - for example, the seasons, which are also major in the Unova games. But that's as far as I'll go into the rabbit hole for now, because my real goal here, the reason I researched and wrote all of this… was to set up my eventual theory about N's Puzzle Cube.

If you're interested in some Pokemon Z-A theories, check out my post Getting to the Roots of Zygarde! where I talk about the symbolism behind Zygarde's nature powers, and the role they might play in Z-A.

For a lot of us, it's been a hard time lately, so I hope this brought a little cheer to somebody. Take care of yourself and stay safe!

All images that are uncredited are either from Bulbapedia, or are my own work.

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Demonstober Day 12 The Dream Tiger

It is a dream monster, its purpose is to see your fears

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"I know you."

You've been plagued for a year by the nightmares.

Various nightmares actually. There was no specific patterns to them or a running theme. They were just nightmares. It started last year mid summer. It was a regular day, nothing out of place, until you got to bed and decided to sleep.

That's when you had the first nightmare of you going swimming and getting attacked by a shark. You screamed so loudly that your neighbors has broken down your doors and shaken your screaming form awake to see what was wrong. You were ok. No water or shark in sight, but you didn't get much sleep that night.

The sane thing repeated the next night. This time you were tumbling through the sky. And then the next night. A bear chased you through the woods. And the next. A giant sinkhole swallowed your house whole. And then the next night-

You got the picture.

However that wasn't the most terrifying thing about it.

It was the terrifying monstrous thing that you saw every time before the moment you woke up.

It was a tiger...at least that's what you thought at first. Dreamland You was too busy trying to climb trees to get away from bandits chasing you demanding money or diving into a pond to escape a swarm of hornets buzzing after you. But since the first nightmare you've always saw a glimpse of orange and black in the background. You always brushed it off though. If was a couple of weird nightmares. And dreams never made sense. So a tiger suddenly showing up on a cloud as you screamed for help falling through the sky, or sitting on a rock as you clung onto the cliff side for dear life meant nothing.

Not until you had a good look at the thing's face.

It was the nightmare that you were being chased by a bear. You were just walking along a field when you suddenly looked behind you, and froze as the looming shadow of a large grizzly bear rose up above you. The thing was covered in blood staining it's brown fur a rust color, as it's long fangs drooled with rabies. Claws flexed out as it growled before roaring at you.

"AAAAAHHHH!!!"

Your scream echoed throughout the dreamscape as you snapped around and RAN as fast as you could. Adrenaline making your heart pumping when you inevitably heard the loud thuds of the bear dropping onto all fours and then charging after you. You didn't dare look back too terrified of the beast behind you. You knew this was a nightmare and the thing behind you wasn't real- But you weren't going to just wake yourself up by letting it EAT you! So you ran. You just had to make it until you eventually woke up like always. You'd climb up a tree or hide in the water again-

A screech left your lungs as your foot tripped over a rock and down you went. Painfully slamming your face into the ground before you continued to roll down the hill head over heels, until you painfully crashed into a rocky patch of ground at the bottom face to the sky. With a pained groan you opened your eyes.

And ice froze your veins as the bear stood right above you roaring out it's call and raising a paw in the air. You screamed out and slammed your eyes shut. Arms raising to shield your face waiting for the painful wake up call....

But it never came.

There wasn't any noise.

Not a sound in sight.

You thought that perhaps you had woken up now in your bed safely in the quiet night of your own home.

However when you opened your eyes and stared at the blue sky, you knew you were still dreaming. But...there was no bear. Confused, your brows furrowed before you slowly sat up hissing in soreness from your rough tumble. Your head looked around the fields and hills. There was no bear in sight. Not even a footprint left behind.

However you were not alone.

Because your body frozen once again when you again saw the recurring figure of a tiger.

However this tiger was something drawn up from a nightmare.

Blue eyes stared right through your soul as the ferocious wild animal stared you down. But it's body was twisted strangely. While it's body was mostly normal for a tiger it's face was completely black, like it wore a mask of some kind. It's fangs were unusual too. They stuck out like the teeth of an oni mask and it's stripes were like ribbons. Attached to his body but stringing off him unlike a normal tiger. You both continued to stare at each other. You in fear and it in annoyance.

It just sat down casually staring at you, before it snorted and opened his mouth."Wake up, Woman."

You awake with a gasp and sat up quickly in your room again. Looking around the place but not finding a single animal or person there. Panting and gasping for breath as you clutched the blanket to yourself.

"W-What the hell?"

You for the life of you couldn't figure out why you were having such horrid nightmares. You haven't done anything bad to warrant the gods to punish you and you didn't think you upset anything supernatural....And you hadn't been reading any scary stories so you couldn't just blame this on your subconscious brain.

The nightmares continued to persist until you were so sleep deprived and sobbing from the exhaustion you were feeling. Finally a friend suggested you visit the local shrine and get looked over by the priest. Without anything else to do, you agreed and made the long journey to visit the medicine man. He was rather kind and polite, inviting you inside and giving you a cup of tea as you broke down in sobs and explained everything to him. He said nothing but listen politely while nodding. When you finished babbling he took a moment humming and rubbing his chin in thought before closing his eyes and nodding.

"It's clear now." He held up a hand pointing at you. "You're being plagued by dream eaters."

You looked at him confused sniffing and wiping the tears from your heavy eye bags. "D-Dream eaters? What's that?"

"Spirits whom visit their victims in the middle of the night and cause nightmares. They're like parasites that feed off the fear their nightmares cause," he explained, "But not to worry. They're usually not very powerful and I know exactly how to get rid of them."

He instructed you through a small ritual to cleanse yourself before accompanying you back to your home where he cleansed the place of negative energy and then gave you some sage incense with very specific instructions.

"Burn one beside your bedside each night before you sleep. After a few days, they'll leave to go search for another victim as you won't be acceptable to their nightmares anymore."

You couldn't thank him enough and ended up sobbing into the hug you gave him. That night you followed his instructions to a T and managed to sleep deeply for the first time in weeks. You barely got up the next day allowing yourself to sleep in and find peace once more. Your sleep slowly returned to normal and your old self returned to you. Alive and rejuvenated with a happy skip to your step.

Until you ran out of sage incense to burn.

At first you were a little worried about the nightmares coming back..but after two weeks of nearly nothing happening with you still getting sleep, you didn't worry about anything anymore. It was like the priest said, they finally left to move on to someone else. So you suspected nothing when you went back to sleep that night.

And then you found yourself in a forest.

It wasn't bad like the other experiences you had though. It was actually rather nice. It was warm and sunny with a nice breeze going rustling through the leaves and blowing your hair around. Despite there being no birds, their pretty chirping hung in the air as you smiled and walked along the grass. It was absolutely beautiful and peaceful. With a deep inhale of sweet flowers and clean air you allowed yourself to smile and enjoy the warm sunlight.

"You have a lot of nerve blocking me out after everything I did for you."

You jumped with a gasp and spun around on your heels. And then you paused as you came face to face with another person.

It was a man around your age, maybe a year or two older. He was dressed in black from head to toe with the exception of the blue obi belt tied around his waist, and the three magatama charms. One wrapped his throat as a necklace while the other two dangled from his right wrist. Blueish Black eyes stared at you annoyed from where he sat cross legged on a rock, head in one hand and the wind slightly swaying his messy black hair.

However what was most peculiar was the strange stripe like tattoos on his cheeks. You both continued to stare at one another before his face scrunched up more annoyed.

"Tch. Are you really not going to say anything to me?"

You flinched eyes widening more at the fangs in his mouth but being more confused than scared. "Oh. Uh-....H-Hello?" You weren't sure what to say to a figment of your imagination in a dream. "Sorry I didn't see you there." The man scoffed again rolling his eyes. "I didn't know anyone else was out here honest." You might as well be polite even if he wasn't real.

"Of course I'm real! I'm right here in front of you aren't I? You seriously think that I'm just a mere piece of your puny imagination?"

You flinched back eyes widened at him. How did he-..? No. Of course he's a part of your mind so YOU would know what YOU were feeling-

"Wow. Seriously that naive huh? Just because I'm in your dreams and hear your thoughts, that doesn't mean I'm a puny little imaginary friend. It's insulting you'd assume that."

"Well WHO are you if you're not just a part of my dream?"

With yet another eye roll and sigh, the man pushed himself off the rock and stood up to his full height which was just a foot taller than you. Placing his hands behind his head he walked up to your confused form and looked you over.

"You seriously don't know who I am?"

You frowned. Taking a moment to look him up and down carefully and wracking your brain for anyone who might ring a bell..before you shook your head in defeat.

"I'll give you a big hint. What's big and has stripes in all your dreams?"

Stripes? Your dreams? What could-...

It was then realization slapped you across the face. "Tiger...You mean you're the-.." You trailed off gesturing to him again.

"Took ya long enough to recognize me! Talk about ungrateful after everything I did to help you out. Then you went and did that stupid ritual to block me out! How ungrateful are you?!"

"I-...Wait! If you were blocked out because of the ritual then you're one of the spirits visiting me in my nightmares!" You rose a brow suspiciously. "...Why?"

"You seriously haven't figured it out by now?" You stared blankly at him making him scoff again. "You summoned me. You prayed for someone to come help you out of those nightmares and I went through the trouble of running off that Enmu creep every time he showed up!"

You blinked surprised. "Wait. So it was you waking me up all those times?"

"Finally you're catching on." His hands went to be placed on his hips. "That creep loves feeding off people's worst nightmares." He smirked. "So do I. Don't get me wrong, your fear certainly helped feed me for a while but it was annoying to watch him become infatuated by you. It was time he left my territory."

He did leave didn't he whoever it was causing your nightmares. But- "But you didn't." You pointed out to him. "Why? My nightmares are over. While I'm grateful to you, I don't think I can pay you back unfortunately."

He smirked now and leaned over making you lean back."Enmu liked what he saw....But he's not the only one." Wait what- "I like what I see, Princess. And I know exactly how you can make it up to me for all the rescuing I've done."

You stared wide eyed and jaw dropped at him to which he snickered before reaching out a hand to his wrist. You could only watch as he pulled at the strings until one of the magatamas fell off before he grabbed your hand. In a quick motion, the strings were wrapped around your own wrist and tugged into a knot. Making you blink and hold up your arm watching the beautiful shiny stone sway from your hand.

"We'll talk more about this tomorrow night. But from now on, you're my woman.~ Don't worry about the details. You'll see soon enough."

You woke up with a gasp.

Eyes staring at your dark ceiling before you quickly sat up. A quick look around told you, you were alone. Oh...It was just a dream after all. A really weird one. You sighed and went to wipe your forehead when you froze as something caught the moonlight floating into your window. And your eyes widened at the thing dangling from your wrist.

A blue magatama.

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