#Tonika

[lanamakeupnails]

Alien sour apple.

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LIPS: -FOCALLURE clay pillowy soft liquid lipstick 106.

HAIR: tonika "Bloody mary".

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🔔 INTENSKIN: PAGRINDINIS SĄJUNGININKAS KOVOJE SU AMŽIUMI

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plant friends 😇🫶

[vasito-de-leche]

;R1999 PAVIA - "sleeping dogs"

Pavia x Reader. 2k words. fluff Pavia's eye bags keep getting bigger and bigger, so you take matters into your own hands and force him to take a nap with you.

starting the sleepytime saga about blorbos getting some good fucking rest and writing a oneshot about it everytime i get sleepy because the world could do with better naps and more zzz's

this was all self-indulgent fluffy mess to make up for the constant FMN bullying in other posts

"You'll get sleepy in no time, trust me on this."

"Like hell I will," despite his protests, Pavia dutifully follows after you. Once you two reach the edge of the bed, he makes a show out of kicking off his shoes while pouting the whole time, if only to continue rebelling against you and your ideas. "What am I? A kid?"

"You're a grown ass man, Pavia - so act like it."

That gets a snicker out of him, and he instantly seethes about it - he's meant to be mad at you for suggesting something stupid. What follows is a long groan and a roll of the eyes, but he knows you're pretending not to hear him as you climb into the mess of pillows and blankets that he calls a bed. As usual, his room is a damn mess.

"It's just a nap, it won't kill you. Promise!"

It only takes a moment for you to get comfortable, rambling about the "golden hour" for naps - according to you, it was good to leave the curtains partially drawn to allow a small amount of sunlight into the room.

You're so convinced of this that Pavia can't bring himself to remind you: he doesn't need any type of light to see, his eyes having long adjusted to being shrouded in darkness. Instead, he lets you ramble as he makes his way to close the door.

Before he can do so, however, a few dark figures stumble and slide inside, all of them a little more eager and curious at the prospect of napping than their master.

Andrea sniffs around you while Tonika and Leon claim their spots under the bed, their snouts and goofy smiles partially visible. Peter makes an attempt to hop onto the mattress, but slips off and settles for laying down at his master's feet.

Pavia, of course, glares at them as if betrayed. The only one who stands by his side is Maleficent, imitating his expression to the best of her ability.

"Are you seeing this shit, Maleficent? Traitors, all of 'em."

The wolf in question huffs in agreement, and Pavia reluctantly sits down next to you, waiting for your permission.

It's only once you pat the empty space next to you - his spot, for him and the pack only - that Pavia plops down. Unlike you, he rests over the blankets and casually clasps his hands over his stomach, idly looking at the ceiling. With his schedule being all over the place and his unusual reservations, sleep is something Pavia does out of immediate necessity. Only allowing himself to sleep for a handful of hours when his body is at the brink of collapse, and so he finds himself wondering what to do now that you're forcing him to sleep recreationally.

Even so, his body language is relaxed and comfortable, that casual and lazy air he only has whenever he's around you. This is his home, after all.

Pavia doesn't think about the basement in Piedmont, but he sure holds his breath on instinct for a second. It's an old, nasty habit - the aftermath of all of his constant screaming and begging, as there was nothing else to do but sit and wait for someone to let him out. In the stillness of the room, he can hear everything: your breathing and his own, faint voices outside in the wilderness, someone passing by in the hallway - it's that kid with the balloons, judging by sound of her skipping around. The darkness cannot hurt him, not when he's reclaimed power over it, not when he's with you and the pack.

Something shifts in his peripheral. It's you, propped on your elbows and leaning over him.

"Don't tell me you're going to sleep with your glasses on." You don't wait for an answer and reach out to gently take them off, placing them neatly on the nightstand. For some reason, Pavia feels a little naked without them. "There, much better! Is that how you wanna sleep, then?"

Your question gives him pause, and he immediately defaults to his usual antics. "Now you're gonna tell me how to lay down? What's this, some dumb pop quiz I didn't prepare for? Next thing, you'll be telling me how to snore properly."

"Alright, fine, damn! But it's sooo cozy and toasty under the blankets." To prove your point, you slide down and sink deeper into the mattress, humming with that content expression. The blankets cover half of your face, and your big, dumb, bright eyes look up at him with mischief and amusement. "You're missing out."

"And you're going to start hogging the blankets the second you fall asleep, so what's the point?"

This isn't the first and it won't be the last time you two sleep together in the same bed, he knows your sleeping habits like the back of his hand by now. Pavia makes sure to pay attention to each and every little detail when it comes to you, after all.

"Oh my god, Pavia - just get in. It's easier this way." Pavia does as told, only because you're the one asking so nicely, and he lays on his side to face you. "Perfect, now come here."

"You're awfully bossy today, did you notice?"

He leans in once your hands reach out to cradle his face, rubbing soothing circles with your thumbs and coaxing him, ever so slowly, into resting his head on the space between your shoulder and your neck. There is no resistance from Pavia's part, the way his body melts with yours is automatic - like old pieces of a well-loved puzzle that simply click together time and time again.

Pavia's arms wrap around your torso and he brings you even closer, impossibly so, as if wanting to merge with you. The content sigh gives him away, and he wishes he could see your expression once he smiles into your skin. You were right, it is much better this way. There's no way Pavia could ever get tired of touching you like this.

"Getting sleepy?"

"Not yet," he murmurs into the crook of your neck, wondering whether to leave kisses or start biting you. He settles for the latter, a way to get back at you - it's a gentle nip that catches you off-guard, if that small gasp of protest is anything to go by. "If you want me to fall asleep, you're doing a really shitty job."

For a moment, he thinks you're mad at him when no answer comes, usually you'd pinch his back or bite him back. Instead, he feels your fingers softly carding through his hair, your nails on his scalp, moving in slow sweeping motions. Okay, maybe he spoke a little too soon. Being surrounded by you felt like heaven.

Pavia shifts, now burying his face in your chest. Like this, he can hear your heartbeat loud and clear, and he closes his eyes to take in the sound, committing it to memory.

While he's far from falling asleep any time soon, the weight and stress of the daily routine has certainly left his shoulders. Everything about you is soft and welcoming, and he has to restrain himself from biting you again once he feels you lean in, just to kiss the top of his head.

Fuck it, he bites the nearest spot, unable to contain his affection for you. The way he shows love might be unorthodox, but what matters to Pavia is that you understand the thought behind each action and word - he loves with an open mouth, greedy and full of love. A big bad wolf, one hair away from eating you up. And even then, he never bites hard enough to leave any marks nor to hurt you, not unless you ask him to.

Your laugh resonates in your throat and he keeps you from squirming away just to feel it vibrate in your neck.

Between this and your heartbeat, he doesn't know which one to pick as his favorite sound. The way you say his name behind closed doors, so softly and so gently just for him to hear, is definitely up there with the others in his personal ranking.

"Stop biting and start sleeping, idiot." There's a happy tone in your voice, one that urges him to continue bothering you.

"Easier said than done, stupid."

Taking your free hand, the one that tried so rudely to push him away in protest, Pavia presses his lips against your knuckles, one by one. You seem to like that, as hinted by the way your legs tangle up with his, locking him in place.

"I swear I'm doing my best here to get you to stop moving. Try counting sheep? Or wolves, I guess. Speaking of..."

You make an attempt to look for the pack, only for Pavia to pull you back down. He doesn't need to count the wolves, he knows exactly where they are - nestled together under the bed, laying down in the middle of the room with their soft, fluffy bellies on display, so drowsy and happy to exist in the same time and space as you. It's no mystery that each and every wolf is an extension of himself, a shameless display of his own thoughts and feelings, and even though this is something you're fully aware of, Pavia would rather save himself the embarrassment of admitting any of this.

"Now you're the one moving around, interrupting my precious sleep. What do you have to say for yourself?" He teases, hoping you'll indulge him and keep bantering back and forth - but you press a gentle kiss to his forehead instead.

"My bad..." Pavia knows you're not gonna last any longer the moment a yawn interrupts your words, and he's right - you don't speak anymore after this.

Your grip on him loosens gradually. First, it's the hand that kept playing with his hair, now gently petting him until it slowly comes to rest on the back of his neck. It's warm, so very warm. Next is your breathing, slow and steady, along with the rise and fall of your chest. Pavia nuzzles into it, feeling himself breathe in perfect harmony with you. And finally, your legs - he feels you kicking around, curling up and clumsily drawing the blankets towards you until his legs are exposed to the cold.

There it is, he thinks to himself, smitten and endeared by your sleepy crimes. It doesn't matter though, soon enough the whole pack comes climbing into the bed, forming a soft, black mass at the edge and near your feet. All of them unable to stay away from you, just like him.

Silence settles in and the world grows loud once again.

The soft panting from the pack, the voices outside, the constant stream of steps and life all over the house. Someone is in the kitchen, there's the telltale sound of glass against wood. Somewhere else, a door closes and another creaks open.

Pavia knows that you would never dare to ask the reason behind his awful sleep habits, and there's no way he could ever explain the totality of it- yet here you are, trying to help him nonetheless. It's annoying to have you constantly point out the bags under his eyes, but he respects you for it, for having the nerve to call him out and set him straight when needed. Part of him revels in the undivided attention and scrutiny, to have you all to himself whenever you scold him, examining his tired eyes.

He wonders if you know the power you hold over him, how impossible it is for him to tear his eyes from you. Even now as you sleep, Pavia feels himself slowly forget about the outside world in favour of your soft murmurs, those dumb little sounds you make that he can't get enough of.

You're doing so much for him, perhaps it's about time for him to meet you halfway. From his spot, he looks up at you one last time - he wants this view to be the last thing he sees before he drifts into a dreamless sleep.

"Night, vita mia. Don't let the bed wolves bite."

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Pavia x Human! Reader (Headcanon/s) Brainrot

A/n: My first Reverse 1999 Brainrot! I hope you like it! I've been thinking about who to make first and I decided to make my first main, Pavia! I love this feisty little man. The Navigation List for Reverse 1999 will come soon! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ─────❅───── Genre: Fluff/Suggestive Pairing: Pavia x Human! Reader Warning: SUGGESTIVE, cussing, Pavia (He gets his own warning) Scenting, Marking. Pet names (cucciolata means puppy) Credits: The design was made by me in Canva and the art that was used is all from the Official Reverse 1999 art. The line breakers are from Kaomoji dividers!

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Pavia who would often end up nuzzling your neck and pulling you closer after a rough day of doing his "mixed" works, either escorting a target, killing the target, or transporting goods with his wolves.

Pavia hates heavy workloads, if you were someone who's a workaholic, be ready cause if he saw you working ON weekends or working too hard on weekdays especially since Monday to Wednesdays are his chill days, he'd have a scowl on his face that you probably won't notice cause you're too focused on your task. Pavia is literally right there and you don't want to pay attention to him? fine. he'd drag you away from your pesky computer and flop you on his lap, opening the TV to watch some shitty show or whatever, all he knows is that if this gets you to spend time with him, he'd watch any stupid show you want. If you complained he'd shove a piece of gelato in your mouth, the good ones, and say "Shut up, you're working too hard," he caresses your arm his metal rings gliding on your skin before he places his hand on your waist, pulling you closer so that you rest your body on his. "Take a rest cucciolotta"

Pavia's wolves would also be a part of your lives, every day, Peter, Andrea, Maleficent, Tonika, and Leona would scent you; their scents are all part of Pavia's scent, so he never minded. They are all protective of you, after all, you're Pavia's mate, and they value everything their owner values. Usually, Pavia has them follow you under your shadows, and the ones volunteering would be Peter, Andrea, and Tonika, The other two, Maleficent and Leona, are responsible for updating Pavia if you're in danger, he trusts that his wolves could handle whatever his enemies can throw at you, but the audacity to even try it though? he finds it laughable that they had the balls. Expect to see their possessions in Pavia's cabinet once you're safe.

Every night, once you're in bed with Pavia, they will often go out in the shadows to cuddle you two, be prepared for fluffy voids!

Pavia is canonically a very light sleeper, while he finds it weird why you sleep so damn long, as long as you catch up on your rest, he guessed it's fine, you got a bodyguard for a boyfriend, for free too, you're lucky. He'd usually sleep for just 3 to 4 hours but never fully 8 hours, you wonder how he survives with that sleeping schedule, then again he's an arcanist and you're human.

Pavia has a soft spot for you, although that doesn't change his treatment of you, he will always be blunt and brash when you're being stupid and reckless. He'd be the type to ground you to reality (surprisingly) if he finds that whatever plan you thought of was a literal dream, and by dream, it's not possible to achieve. If you're irrational, he'd be rational with you, imagine if you tried to suggest a stupid plan that could get you hurt, he'd look at you with an incredulous face before saying "That's a shitty plan, let's not do that if you don't wanna lose a limb.", but if it's vice versa, he wouldn't usually listen to you, heck he'd argue with you sometimes; especially if the plan was smart, just reckless, However if you start using your waterworks, he'd stiffen up, cause you crying means he's been a bad boyfriend and he doesn't like that; he'd grumble a bit before letting you win. he won't do the thing he was planning to do.

Pavia as a boyfriend means your life will be in constant thrills, he likes to see you shiver when he threatens you, what I mean by that is if you tried to ask him a simple question, especially regarding his hairstyle, he'd say that it would look great if you were pulling it, he'd be so touchy on you that he'd nibble on your ear just to whisper naughty things. telling you how his hands would fit your neck and how you'd look great withering underneath him. Suffice to say he's a biter and someone who enjoys it rough. Speaking of hands, Pavia enjoys having his hands all around you, as I mentioned before, the reason why is because he loves his hands! they're good for killing and making you squirm under him, it's also slightly bigger than yours, and he loves that, he likes to overpower you with his strength, especially if you're the type to get easily overwhelmed by it. You're like a prey that he keeps around just because he got attached to you.

Pavia likes to steal stuff from you. He likes to use excuses such as "you don't use it" or "I find it pretty" The reason why he does this is because he has a cabinet filled with your stuff, either a broken ballpen, a handkerchief whatever, if it's yours he keeps it, he just likes to hoard, just like how he likes to steal your attention if he finds you focusing on something else (he's very much like a dog and cat mixed together, or maybe a wolf?)

Pavia is unfortunately a bit easy to scam, although who would scam him? He's intimidating, he's the type to stare into a seller's eyes as if he could see into their souls. But if someone like Tennant for example, a person who knows their way into killers like him, as long as they use their words right they could get his money an example of this are people who speak in half-truths and half-lies; since Pavia is someone that could easily detect lies, he usually cannot tell if that person is lying or not when they're using that method. If he found out though that he got scammed when you told him, he will hunt down that asshole and make sure they never see the light of day.

Pavia is the type that when you wear something sexy for him or for an event, he'd whistle and leave a mark either on your exposed shoulders or neck, he's the type of boyfriend that would support you with whatever clothing you'd like, cause if someone even dares to sexualize you, he can fight.

Pavia has a sad backstory if you manage to break down his walls, he's still the same old as he was before all of that jazz except with a little extra love for you since you took the time to get to know him. He'd allow himself to be vulnerable around you, sharing stories from his past. He's the type who may not even realize the extent of the abuse he endured till you point it out, in which, he'd laugh and dismiss it as "Tough love from my aunt"

[marrijaydeboo]

!!!PAVIA BACKSTORY SPOILERS!!!

HEAR ME OUT PAVIA LOVERS

Imagine you and Pavia meeting as kids when he was still stuck in the basement.

You found a small window at the side of his aunties home, 3 feet from the ground. When you peaked in out of curiosity, you see him and several unrecognizable animals lurking behind him.

The sound of dripping water, breathing, the squeaks of rodents in the wood panels, and endless silence accompanied him.

He then noticed you and was quite startled. He had his guard up at first but warmed up since this was like a once in a blue moon experience for him.

Talk about making friends, he introduced you to his imaginary friends! Named Peter, Andrea, Maleificent, Tonika, and Leon.

Finding about how he stays in the basement every day, you took it upon yourself to hand him down the knowledge you would learn in class.

At night, you both needed to whisper quietly to talk to each other, which was a big struggle. You asked if he had any empty cans in the basement, and he replied yes after looking for one.

The same night, you got a can and a string from your home and came back to Pavia. You told him to make a hole at the center bottom of the can, slipped the string through the window, and 1, 2, 3 bang! You both got can telephones now.

Pavia was truly happy that he could hear you more closely. The first thing he asked was who invented the can telephone. He fell in love

Unfortunately, one day, when you came back from school, ready to teach him new things... he disappeared.

Layers of planks blocked the window, and when you knocked, there was no answer. Did she do this?

[paviastrashyrings]

*slams my hands on the table*

Finally, there's more Pavia liker here in tumblr and I been waiting for someone making Pavia contents/fanfics, yet you gib meh a delicious pavia content.

Speaking of Pavia, Can I have a request for him? I'm not sure if you heard his backstory but feel free to decline this request!

What if Pavia finally met his childhood best friend (crush) in his past? Who always been there for him in dark and gloomy times in his childhood? But finally met again as they grow up, would Pavia still have the love for reader when he met them again? And would they spend more time together than before in the past? What would that be?

*Grabs le a mic on you*

What an interesting ask; to answer your question dear reader, I know some of his lore. The basement in piedmont, the reason he was there. If there is anything I have not learned, I would be happy to learn more.

With such out of the way, dear readers, join me now in yet another sweet dream of the wolf and his pack.

A childhood crush is hard to come by when you're stuck in a basement for majority of what most would call childhood.

but little tiny you, leaving gifts you found at the only window that the basement had or dropping flowers and whatever trinkets you found out in the wilds.

slowly, he took notice and decided to try and speak to you.

You were so kind, and it felt so wonderful to finally have some kind of attention after all of this time without human interactions.

The day he disappeared, you thought he had died with not so much as a goodbye. You mourned, not knowing how to handle the loss of a friend.

as you grew older, you continued to carry a small bundle of dried and pressed petals from the flowers you used to show him. They sit neatly in a little pendant around your neck.

You were walking along, out on a small grocery run when you heard a voice that sounded oddly familiar.

You look around, clutching your pendant until your eyes land on him.

who..no that couldn't be who you thought it was. "Excuse me, sir" you'd try to at least get a better look at him. He couldn't possibly be who you thought it was, could it? "You're excused, can't you see im in the middle of-" and he stops, eyes filled with a strange familiarity as they land on you. He held a sweet in his hand, wrapped nicely in a box, it seems he was about to indulge. "I just had to ask," you start timidly, seeing the man sit in shocked silence. You open your pendant, the petals of flowers you used to show the little boy in the basement still pristine. "Do you know what flowers these petals belong to?"

To say he was shocked was an understatement, staring at the petals with wide eyes through his tinted glasses.

"Is it really you Pavia? After all these years?" youd ask, the realization dawning on him almost as soon as you said his name.

"Goodness, look at how much you've grown. I thought the day that my gifts weren't met with happy chatter, you had died." You'd continue, being unable to read the emotions he felt through his expression.

"I missed you; i missed you dearly in fact. I carried these everyday because I wanted to keep you with me" without saying a word in response to any of your rambling, he took your face in his hands.

He stared you down, as if trying to see if it really was you, he even leaned in and sniffed you as if he were a dog.

He was wary, but the more you spoke of the gifts you would show him and the nights you would talk to him through the one window he had in the basement, he started to believe you more.

The fact that you said you missed him? That you carried something that reminded you of him? He could cry, he didn't think that anyone doing that simply because they thought of him dearly was even possible.

He would love to catch up, first asking if you remembered what the names of his imaginary friends were.

If you answered with Tonika, Leon, Maleficent, Andrea, and Peter: well he automatically knew that you really were missing him.

Happy that you remembered, would absolutely pester you to hang out whenever you possibly could.

You got him a matching pendant, but it was empty. You had insisted that he put something in there that reminded him of you, so he could carry it around like you did with the petals.

Internally melting, externally grumbling about it being so much work.

He did it anyways, wears it religiously. Inside was a single piece of opal small enough to fit, it made him think of how bright you were.

He looks at it sometimes, but is more proud to wear it around knowing that yours matches.

crying, your honor please just let me love him gently Goodness, all of you have been so wonderful with your requests in my inbox!! I really wasnt expecting these to be so well received but I love writing them and I will do my best to get them all out to you asap! I digress, come dream with me some other time. From your Beloved, Moon.

[ona-voli-kontrolu]

"radim na sebi, nemam više vremena trčati za tobom"

rekla mi⁽ᵏˡᵃʳᵃ⁾je

i ponosno popila gutljaj

svog đin tonika

- kada kaže "radim na sebi" misli na to kako ponovo gradi zidove koje sam ja srušio

[fortunemagex]

Pavia's Wolfpack🐺💫

With Peter, Andrea, Maleficent, Tonika and Leon <3

[lanamakeupnails]

Feelin vampy. ГЛАЗА: -Sigil Inspired Tammy Tanuka: (Полукровка)Half-Blood, 066. -luxvisage matt tint 109 "Soft Brown". -maybelline superstay matte ink 20 "Pioneer". -viviennesabo liner virtuose kajal 02. LOreal telescopic mascara.

ЛИЦО: -holika holika makeup sun cream "matte tone up". -benefit bronzer "Hoola lite", blush "Dandelion". -provoc Svelte precision tip brow pen 03 "Cendre".

ГУБЫ: bbia last lip mousse 08 3535 Red.

ВОЛОСЫ: tonika "Bloody mary" 6.55

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Hilltop Temple

Words: 2,425

AU: God of Storms

For: @chaseha-wing

Perfect.

After weeks of scouring every inch in and around Tonika looking for the perfect spot, he’d finally found it. His old teacher had been the one to find it and suggested it to him when he expressed his annoyance at being unable to find a location, but how he finally found the spot didn’t matter at the moment.

What mattered what that he had found it, and it was perfect.

Better than he could have imagined.

“Here,” he declared, turning to smile at the man who had led him all the way from the castle to here. “We’ll build it here.”

“I thought you might like it,” his old teacher, Choza, smiled back. “I was just looking for a nice spot to read, but when you told me about your search, I remembered this spot.”

“A perfect spot to read,” Gai chuckled. Growing up he’d always watched as Kakashi always showed up for a visit with a new book in hand. Over the years he’d even selected some book he thought his friend would enjoy, and felt his pride swell whenever he saw Kakashi holding one of those books. “He would love it.”

“You speak as if you know the god personally.”

Remembering that not everyone knew the identity of his ‘imaginary friend’ Gai turned his back at his teacher and stared at the land in front of him. The hill wasn’t big, providing only enough space for one large temple or perhaps two small ones if he wanted to push his luck. The more he looked at it, though, the more perfect it seemed.

Kakashi had never been a big fan of showy items. As Gai grew up he’d noticed how his friend’s face scrunched up with a look of disgust whenever someone mentioned a huge offering to one of the gods, or even when Gai had told him about his father’s plans to build a giant temple dedicated to the god of storms.

One small temple, just big enough to fit an alter and perhaps one beautiful but simple statue, would be more than enough. Kakashi might still complain about it, but it was the least Gai could do.

He owed his friend the world after yelling at him for refusing to return his deepest most passionate feelings. If he’d known back then just who Kakashi really was he would have held his tongue.

He would have accepted that as much as he loved Kakashi, they could never truly be together.

He hadn’t though, and in his hurt, he’d lashed out at his friend. Sent him away from his room in with such hurtful words. He had come to accept that he may never be lucky enough to see Kakashi again, but now that he knew who he was.

What responsibilities he had.

The least he could do was ensure that he had a temple dedicated to him, no matter how simple it may be.

“Something small,” he reminded himself as he took a step forward. Once he was standing where he wanted the temple to start, he lifted his left foot and dug the heel as far into the ground as he could. The hole he’d created wasn’t too big, but it was deep enough that his builders would be able to find it easily. “It will go from here to…” looking forward he examined the area for a quick moment before rushing forward and once again digging his heel into the dirt. “Right here.”

“that’s not very big,” following Gai to the other end of his self created boundary, he examined his work. “Will it take up the rest of the hill?”

Thinking about it, Gai shook his head. “No,” he answered, assessing the area once more before bolding toward the centre of the hill. Once there he repeated his previous two movements and created a new hole with his heel. “It’ will go up to here. That way if we ever want to build another temple beside it there will be space.”

Not a lot of space, but enough for another small temple.

“It’s uncustomary to built temples beside each other,” Choza reminded him. “And to build a temple so small. Are you sure this will be sufficient?”

“It’ll be perfect,” he declared, a proud smile stretching across his face as he admired the view of Tonika from the top of the hill. “You read me all the stories of the gods growing up. What do you think he would like?”

“Well,” thinking it over, Choza sighed. “I think, as strange as it is. You’re right. The God of Storms isn’t known for being showy or even wanting recognition. It might be small, but this would be the first official temple dedicated to her-“

“Him,” Gai corrected swiftly, his smile growing soft as he remembered the fierceness with which Kakashi had asserted his gender after Gai would retell him the stories that Choza-Sensei had read to him, and which he later learned to read on his own. “We have a lot to fix.”

“We can’t just change the stories we know, your majesty.”

“No,” he confirmed with a nod. “But we can create new ones. Ones in which the god is portrayed in the right way.”

“And you know for certain this is the right way?”

“I do,” gazing out over Tonika, the village that he had taken responsibility of when he accepted his father’s crown, he watched as the tiny figures of his villagers went about their days. It was a quiet morning so many of them would be spending time with their families or visiting with friends.

Meanwhile, their King was standing atop a hill watching them from the spot where one day, not too far in the future, they would be able to leave offerings to a God known for watching over their village since its humble beginnings.

A God who asked for little in return of his unending support.

“It’ll have a statue,” he decided. “With dogs. He has eight of them, right?”

“They’re made of the very lightning that lights up the sky during a storm,” Choza repeated the words from one of those many stories he’d read. “The guardians of storms, and the God’s most loyal companions.”

“Then a statue with the dogs,” he decided. “He’ll like that. And a small alter right in the centre, but also…” glancing around the area he imagined the temple in its final form. Tall walls made from the tree’s that grew around Tonika, painted in soft green’s that matched the outfits Kakashi would always wear on his visits. The roofs would slant down like the other temples, but inside would be simplistic.

A small alter in the middle and benches along the side for people to sit and relax. There was no better design he could think of that would properly honour the god he’d come to know.

The god that he had learned over the years to adore, even at the cost of his own heart.

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Bright pink petals danced through the air, carried by the gentle wind all the way from the Sakura tree’s down below to the temple high above Tonika. Temari’s winds were working wonders, and Gai couldn’t help but feel thankful for them.

Without those winds he wouldn’t have such a wonderful view on Tonika with those beautiful pink petals floating across his view.

“Here!” he heard Enkai, the new king of Tonika whose coronation had been held just yesterday. Gai had attended that too, and it had been such a wonderful spectacle. Now here the king was, standing atop the hill that Gai had once proudly declared would be the new sight of a temple.

It had happened many lifetimes ago, but he could remember every little detail about that day. The outfit his old teacher had worn, the feeling of excitement that had swirled inside of him as he proudly laid out the boundaries for the temple.

Back then he’d been a prince with dreams of building a temple dedicated to the god of storms. Now, he was a god himself sitting on the rooftop of that very temple he’d dreamed up. The paint was peeling off the walls, and the statue of Kakashi and his dogs that he’d had built especially for the temple was worn down.

There were even spots on each of the dogs, usually on their heads or noses, where the stone had been worn down more than any other part of the statue because every time someone visited the temple, they made sure to pet one or more of the dogs.

A statue wearing down slowly with love from the villagers of Tonika. That was something he’d never imagined when he’d decided to build this temple.

“Are you sure?” the old Queen, Ayako, asked with an uncertainty that reminded Gai of his old teacher. “There’s not a lot of room here.”

“But it’s here,” Enkai gestured with his head to the temple that Gai was currently sitting on. “What better place is there?”

“It would have to be small.”

“What do you think he’d like?” Leaning forward, Gai listened closely to what Enkai had to say. “A big temple in the middle of Tonika, or a small temple here atop this hill beside a temple dedicated to his husband. They only temple in all of Tonika, might I remind you, that is dedicated to his husband.”

“Yes, I get that,” Looking over at Kakashi’s temple, Ayako smiled. “You know there’s old stories talking about his past lives. If they’re true, then that would mean that he was the one who had this temple built.”

“Even better!” Throwing his hands up into the air, Enkai grinned, his brilliant white teeth shimmering in the sunlight. “We could even attach them. Knock out a wall-“

“Whoe!” Ayako cringed at the suggestion. “We can’t just knock out a temple wall. That would be…I…”

At that moment the sky above began to darken. Clouds swirled together into giant dark masses, and within seconds the beautiful Sakura petals that had been floating in the air were replaced with the light patter of rain drumming against the ground.

“Dramatic,” Gai teased.

“They understand,” Feeling his husbands shoulder brush against his, Gai grinned. Kakashi always had a way of knowing just when to show up, and today proved to be no different. Right when Ayako and Enkai needed guidance, he’d come swooping in with the answer they needed to hear.

“Let’s ask him,” Enkai declared, laughing in his voice as the rain soaked into his hair. Rather than standing out in the rain with her successor, Ayako retreated under the roof of Kakashi’s temple for protection. “Should we build a temple to Gai here?”

Smiling, Gai turned his gaze toward Tonika. The village had grown since the day he’d stood atop this same hill and declared it the location of a new temple dedicated to Kakashi. Yet, in some ways, nothing had changed at all.

“It’s perfect,” he declared, that same sense of pride swelling up inside of him.

As the words left his mouth a crack of lightning split through the air and slammed into the ground directly behind Enkai. Enkai jumped forward, a look of sheer panic etched across his face as he turned to examine the damage. Staring at the ground, that panic melted away and the excitement returned in full force.

There, burnt into the grass, was a small but visible burn mark.

“I think that’s a yes,” He grinned, earning a tired sigh from Ayako.

“Of course it’s a yes,” she agreed. “But that doesn’t mean we should tear down the wall.”

Knowing his husband, Gai quickly held up a hand to stop him. “don’t.“ he warned.

“What, you don’t trust me?”

“You could hurt her.”

“Never,” on cue, Bull rushed past them and jumped down onto the ground. The sound of his feet hitting the ground crashed through the air. A sound that Gai recognized all too well, but which he’d never had the pleasure of seeing in action before.

Thunder.

Once he had landed, Bull turned around and bolted straight toward Ayako. Only when he was close enough to her did Kakashi dare to make him visible to the two mortals standing below them.

Ayako gasped when she saw the large bull rushing straight for her. “No,” she warned, but it was too late. Bull rushes past her, did a hard 180 just before the doors of the temple, and came running back. There was no opportunity for her to stop him, and the next thing she knew he was barralling straight into the back of her legs.

She fell back with a screech, landing with a soft thud on Bull’s back. grasping for something to hold onto, she buried her hands into his fur and held on for dear life. Bull kept going until they were back at Enkai’s side, the new King fighting back a fit of laughter as Ayako was dropped at his side.

“I did not agree to a surprise shower,” the old queen grumbled under her breath.

“We had no rain for thirty-one years,” Enkai reminded her through his laughter. “You’d think you’d miss the rain.”

“Listen, I met that man exactly three times and there’s one thing I can be sure of.”

“What’s that?”

Taking the opening, Kakashi lifted a hand toward the sky and swirled his finger. As he did so the sky grew even darker and the amount of rain that feel increased ten-fold. Within seconds both Enkai and Ayako were drenched.

“He’s a brat,” Ayako answered while pushing her soaking wet bangs off her face.

“And that,” Kakashi smiled down at Gai, his eyes scrunching in the corners. “Is my cue.”

Knowing what was about to happen, Gai moved himself to the other side of the temple and watched as another bolt of lightning struck, this time hitting the side of the temple facing the middle of the hill. The walls splintered and cracked, and as the two mortals watched with a mixture of horror and amusement the wall crumbled.

The rest of the temple was left virtually untouched, but it was now down a wall.

“I think we have our answer.” Enkai smiled triumphantly while admiring Kakashi’s work.

“You think?” Ayako sighed. “Well, then I guess it’s settled. We’re building the other temple up here.

“Perfect,” Gai smiled. There was no better place he could think of for a temple dedicated to him, than right beside the one he’d erected for his immortal lover.

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Stupid MLB 'Rewrite' Lore Dump!: Jagged Stone and the Waifs of Wonderland

Luka Couffaine, the frontman of Vampire Revival and notorious cheater, is nothing but the spitting image of his father. The only thing Jagged Stone (or, as he was born, Jack Zimmerman) had that Luka doesn't is that he combined the two.

(whole ass fake article under the cut)

Founded in 1978, Jagged Stone and the Waifs of Wonderland owed its inspirations to the psychedelic movements of the 1960s as well as musical giants such as David Bowie and The Rolling Stones. Their first album, titled "Jagged Stone and the Waifs of Wonderland" was not a commercial success, but in recent years has amassed a following of fans who prefer the older psychedelic style of this album. In contrast, the second album, "A Kiss Too Far", was an instant hit that took on a much more "glam rock" aesthetic, helping popularize the style in France and Germany.

Much like his glam rock contemporaries, Jack Zimmerman took on a flamboyant, ostentatious, and occasionally androgynous style in his performances, and encouraged his bandmates--the aforementioned "Waifs of Wonderland"--to do the same. Each also adopted a stage name ending in "-ka". Drummer Anne "Anarka" Couffaine, Rhythm guitarist Ellen "Elvenka" Blackwell, Bassist Lucy "Lunoka" Müller, and Keyboardist Tori "Tonika" Blackwell are considered the most recognizable "Waifs of Wonderland", though other instrumentalists and artists have been featured in JSWW albums and been given their own "Waif Names" accordingly.

Aside from their music, Jagged Stone and the Waifs of Wonderland is best known for the sheer amount of scandal they used to further drive publicity. Zimmerman was reported to be in committed relationships with all permanent "Waifs" at various points in the band's career, with later testimonies by band members reporting that Zimmerman was involved with no less then two relationships simultaneously (though it was not confirmed whether these stayed within the band itself). This caused significant strife for the band in their later years, notably leading Anne Couffaine to formally leave the group in 1988, shortly preceding the births of Luka Marcel and Juliette Élise Couffaine.

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oh boy, there we go. if you got this far (or skipped past to get here), thank you :) tell me if y'all want to see more lore drops like this! mostly stuff for worldbuilding that isn't related to the main plot, obvi.

also, if it wasn't clear by the fact that i decided that Nino's name is now Nicolas Lahiffe... I like giving them all new names :) That, and because TWEOS is set nebulously around 2008-09, I changed the timeline of everything accordingly. :)))))

[crehador]

the fact that pavia's shadow puppers (hellhounds?) are named tony, andrea, tonika, leon, and MALEFICIENT... he's such a weirdo (affectionate)

[uvmagazine]

Chicago woman aims to resurrect Englewood neighborhood

Tonika Johnson is spearheading UnBlocked Englewood, an inspiring initiative aimed to rejuvenate the Chicago neighborhood by renovating homes of long-standing residents and transforming vacant lots.

To support this vibrant community makeover, a GoFundMe has been launched, aiming to gather the resources needed for these vital improvements.

Tonika Johnson is spearheading UnBlocked Englewood, an inspiring initiative aimed to rejuvenate the Chicago neighborhood, by renovating homes of long-standing residents and transforming vacant lots.

The initiative has already refurbished 12 homes, with plans to revitalize 13 more. To support this vibrant community makeover, a GoFundMe has been launched, aiming to gather the resources needed for…