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luimagines · 1 year ago

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Oh Captain, My Captain

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They asked for FD Warrior who gets seperated from Reader. They paid for the biggest option on my ko-fi and thus... I present this 11 page ditty. :D

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When Link had joined the group he wasn’t sure what to think of it at first. He had thought this battle would have been similar to the first. He was already familiar with portals and seeing heroes of the past.

He had already known the Sailor. He was a little bit older than when they last met. He was growing from a boy into a fine young man. That had calmed Link nerves somewhat. He wasn’t in a group of total strangers.

When they had first met, they had all quickly learned that their given name, Link, wasn’t going to work. They would have quickly lost track of who was talking to who and for what.

They had dubbed him The Captain after he had given a general run down of his occupation and his reason for being there. When he had given his title however, there were a few strange stares. No one other than the sailor seemed to know who the Hero of Warriors was. So he tried other names. Hero of Eras. Hero of the War of Eras. Nothing seemed to ring for the lot of them.

The oldest, someone who commanded respect, looked at him for a while longer than he was comfortable with. He couldn’t figure it out for the longest time.

Until he pulled out that accursed mask.

Warrior, as he’s slowly become accustomed to being called, recognized it on sight. His heart stopped and dropped through the crust of the earth. He’s ashamed to admit the amount looks sent the hero’s way afterwards.

The Old Man singled him out after a while and took him aside for a chat. At first, Warrior felt argumentative. He had asked, no, demanded the older hero, none to gently, for the reason that he had that mask.

Ever patient, Time pulled it out and looked at it. He had asked Warrior instead how the other knew about it.

There was a beat of tense silence.

“I once met a boy.” Warrior admits. “He carried that mask religiously. Used it without reservation. The power was breathtaking. It was never meant for him but he wouldn’t allow anyone other than me to so much as touch it.”

Warrior looked back to him, willing the other to be cooperative. Now that he’s seeing them side by side, the war paint on the side of Time’s face is strikingly familiar. He had thought they were interesting tattoos, not wanting to jump to conclusions at first. But there’s no denying it now. Warrior flexes his jaw and glares at the older man. “I’m sure you already know what I’m talking about.”

Time presses his lips in a thin line and nods subtly. “I’m not surprised you remember as much as you do. The most that I remember was that your singing voice left much to be desired.”

He smirks.

Warrior furrows his brows. What does that have to do with anything? He keeps staring. And staring. And staring.

It clicks.

“You brat.”

The conversation was less tense after that.

The mission was steadily following progress and they felt as if they were getting closer to their goal each and every day. Warrior felt confident with this group and the young men that he felt were his brothers.

Then they hit another bump in the road. Almost literally.

They had found you on the side of the road, unconscious and bloody but alive. Warrior was quick to start barking orders. Between the potions, the bandages and minor stitches, they had managed to patch you up but had yet to wake up at all.

The next town was still a few days' journey away.

Warrior took over watching over you as the others went their way to set up the camp.

He wasn’t a stranger to injuries. He wasn’t a stranger to blood. He wasn’t a stranger to casualties of war.

But he never had to personally deal with civilian casualties.

He knew they happened. Warrior wasn’t about to fool himself into thinking this wasn’t a common place with violence. But he could see the way you dressed. They were tattered with the attack you clearly went through, but there weren’t enough defensive layers, you weren’t wearing any armor. It was a simple cloth covering and that was it. Decorated, naturally, that showed a small light to the culture you belonged to but that was the extent of it.

It was interesting. Warrior hadn’t seen anything like it.

Warrior watched the fire, taking the first watch by silent admission that he wasn’t going to move from that spot whatsoever. He adjusted the bandages on your head and moved the blanket to properly cover your shoulders as you slept.

When everyone had more or less fallen asleep already, you blinked your eyes open and started looking around. Warrior put a hand on your collar bone. He was gentle. He wasn’t sure if you had any hidden bruises. “Easy. You’re safe.”

Your breath hitched and he could feel your heart rate go up from under his palm. “Wh-where am I? Who are you?”

Warrior took a deep breath. “My name is Link, but call me Captain or Warrior, please. You’re not that far off from where we found you. The town is still too far away to make it in a single day. What’s your name?”

You tell him and gulp down the little spit that you have. Slowly, it appears that you’re becoming more aware of your surroundings. You can see that you’re still outside and that the darkness is merely because it’s night time. You turn your head and look at the group around you. You can see the boys and how they’re sleeping.

“Who are you people?” You whisper, looking back to him. “Why are there so many of you?”

Warrior smiles tensely. “We’re traveling… mercenaries. We fight the monsters that threaten the safety of the people. You’ll be safe with us.”

You nod, calming down significantly. You didn’t seem to pick up on the magical items they had out in the open or their seemingly too young members of the group. It must be too hard to see them in the dark… Either that or your injuries merely helped to mask the young faces that were still reflecting in the firelight. No matter, he wasn’t going to promote the idea that your life was in the hands of children.

That could wait until the morning when you were feeling a little stronger. Hopefully.

You fell asleep soon after that.

Warrior took it upon himself to watch after you from that point on. Sure, he wasn’t the most skilled medic on the field but he wasn’t about to burden the others with even more responsibility than they were already dealing with. He helped you keep up with the group and he took care of your injuries as it was.

You had told them that you were lost and you were attacked by a large monster that you had never seen before. You had told the group that it was large and pure black with the beadiest red eyes you had ever seen.

Naturally, that was of great interest to the group. However, they couldn’t decide if that meant there was a target on your back or you a mere victim of circumstance. It wouldn’t have done them any good if they were to leave you at the next town. If you were merely attacked from being at the wrong place at the wrong time then it would have been just as well and they would have been on their merry way. If you were attacked for a target on your back, then no one was willing to leave you to your own devices.

Warrior was one of the first to keep you from fighting since you still had to recover from your injuries but once you were back on your own two feet- he realized just as quickly as the others- that you couldn't fight.

Something clicked in Warrior’s mind then.

Something he wasn’t sure that would have been awakened as it did. It was a familiar feeling when he remembered the little boy with that accursed mask but there was a major difference here.

With the boy, who was no longer a boy, he already knew how to fight. He had weapons. He had magic. He had experience. The boy was an incredible fighter. Even if Warrior didn’t want him to be there, there was no doubt in his mind that the boy could take care of himself.

You couldn’t take care of yourself.

The thought terrified him.

At least you had gotten comfortable with the group. It had taken a while, no doubt but Wind had made it his personal mission to become your new best friend. From there, Warrior was able to stay close and do his job of taking care of you. With Warrior staying near, Twilight was able to get past your barriers, closely followed by Time. Little by little, everyone was able to befriend you and it was as if you belonged among them.

Warrior had managed to calm himself down from his earlier panic and let go of the need to hover over you for your safety.

But that didn’t stop the minor wrinkles to his plan.

They were still attacked. They still had to fight. The battle hadn’t ended just because you had joined them on their mission.

You had to run every time and hide. They would take care of business and then everyone would regroup at the end. You had helped with cooking and with patching them up when needed but there was always the wave of relief when Warrior had come back to the others and there wasn’t a single scratch on you.

“Hey.” You walked up to him one day, bandages in hand with an unreadable expression on your face. “Your turn.”

Warrior looked up from where he was biting the tourniquet tighter on his arm. He dropped it pathetically and looked away. Shame, crawled up his back and he shook his head. “Wild took a hit to the head. It’ll be better if you would check up on him first. I’ll be fine.”

Your expression turned deadpanned. “He already has three people looking after him. And you’re clearly struggling to get that yourself.”

“I’m fine.” He bit it again and pulled to tighten it once more.

The cut on his forearm wept the blood pathetically. Turnikit was doing its job well enough, but Warrior wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to put the stitches in himself if his dominant hand was out of the question.

You threw the bandages at his head, catching them before they hit the ground. “Idiot.”

You sat down next to him and took his arm in yours. “You’re always looking after everyone. Myself included. How you haven’t dropped dead yet, I’d never know.”

Warrior growls, feeling the pain come up from the movement on his arm. He bites on his own tongue- something he knows better than to do. “I’m fine. I’m used to it.”

“You’re going to drop dead.” You glare at the cut on his arm, already pulling out the thread and needle. “We have to stop the bleeding first. Hold on.”

Warrior growls, letting you do as you please. As much as his instincts are telling him to not let you do it- there’s something intimately primal telling him that if it had to be anyone, you’re the best option.

He feels his heart start to beat a little fast as you get closer to him, tending to his injury with such care- his spit gets stuck in the middle of his throat.

When the needle comes close to his skin, he looks away and brings his scarf up to take a large bite. You don’t once look up at him. All your attention is on your work in front of you and in making sure the job is done right. Which is strange, he isn’t entirely sure when you learned how to do all of this.

“There.” You pull away and start to wrap up the injury with the bandages. “We’ll have to take those out in a few days, but you should be all set to go. Take it easy in the meantime, ok?”

“And if we get attacked again?” Warrior mutters, watching your hands. They look entirely unblemished. Not a single piece of evidence that you’ve lived a life of violence. He had the sudden urge to reach out and study them.

You shrug. “I’ll take you with me and we can both hide together. But I won’t let you fight until you’re all better.”

Something twitches in his chest and his eyes trail up your arm, landing on the slope of your neck and your jaw line. You look up at him and smile. Warrior is suddenly struck dumb by the look. The firelight accentuates the lines of your face and the slope of your nose and the crinkle around your eyes. It wasn’t a smile that stretched from ear to ear but it was perfect enough for him to suddenly notice how breathtaking you were. And your eyes- were they always that shade-?

“You kept me from a lot of the violence when I first joined the group. You tried your hardest to make me feel comfortable even though we both know that I’m the outlier here.” You say softly, tying off the bandage at last. “You’ve been good to me. I’ve never thanked you for it.”

Warrior lets the moment settle. He realizes belatedly that he should respond with something. He looks back down to his arm, gently taking it away from you now that you’ve helped him out. It’s an awkward movement. He doesn’t actually want to do it. “...It was my pleasure.”

You smile and put your hand on his shoulder, stepping away at last to regroup with the others.

Warrior can feel that something has changed in his head. He’s always been considerate of you… he knows that. But suddenly the thought of your touch sends his heart into a frenzy.

He lets the moment pass and he never brings it up with you again.

You seem unbothered. You checked up with his injury and his attitude and seemed to hover over him just as much as he hovered over you when you first joined.

He has to admit. He likes the attention. He liked the quiet conversations. He liked the minor brushes of your hands as you walked. A leaf once fell on your hair and he brushed away. He’s never felt something so soft.

Little by little, Warrior started to want to spend more time with you. He wanted to see you smile again. He wanted to hear you laugh more. He just wanted to stay close to you.

He wasn’t sure if you thought of him at all. But he found you fascinating. He felt as if he could stare at you for hours and never tire of it. Warrior knew better than that though. He wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable after all this time because he didn’t know how to control himself.

It just so happened that it was one of these times, where you both were simply walking and talking together that there was another attack.

His arm had long since healed, but it still twisted strangely when he moved it a certain way. He still had yet to work up the strength to get back to where he was.

On instinct, he wrapped his arms around you and pushed you to the dirt. He strapped on his shield and held it over his head as the familiar sounds of arrows flying through the air landed around you all.

You had yelped at his sudden movement, throwing your arms over your head. When the initial attack died down and the waves of monsters started to emerge from the tree line, Warrior grabbed you by the back of your shirt and hauled you back to your feet. He pushed you in the opposite direction and took out his sword. “Go! Run!”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

He’s not sure what came over him that day but he found himself fighting twice as hard as he usually does. He felt furious.

He can’t figure out why.

Warrior can feel his injured arm yell at him for the force he’s putting behind his strikes but that isn’t enough to convince himself to hold back even remotely.

This fight is different.

The monsters may not be black blooded but they’re fiercer than they’ve gotten used to. The amount of monsters is nothing to scoff at. The boys give it their all to fight them back and destroy them all but they find themselves overwhelmed.

First, Hyrule had taken a slash across the leg which sent the nearby monsters into a further frenzy. Wild had jumped in to help his brother in arms and fight the monsters off of his back. Twilight had joined shortly as The Champion led Hyrule out of the area. But that did nothing to calm down the monsters.

Legend had tapped out of his magic within moments and stood side by side with Sky- but they were both losing steam.

Wind and Time were trapped between a circle of monsters that attacked them mercilessly. Time was already sporting a head injury while Wind held his arm back in obvious pain. Four had used the ability of his sword to help them out in the meantime but that left them all distracted.

Warrior had jumped in to help Twilight with the rabid beasts before an explosion was set off in the same direction that Time and Wind were in. Panic instantly struck Warrior's heart. He struck down the monster in front of him and ran to the area once more, abandoning Twilight to his own devices.

Time was face down in the dirt and Wind was pushing himself back up with a broken arm. He runs to Time and pushes him over. He’s alive, but unconscious.

Twilight yells in the distance as he’s pushed back and cut from the monster surrounding them and he can hear Legend yelling at Sky to get out of the area to catch his breath.

A familiar mask appears in the corner of his eye.

He grabs it without a second thought but doesn’t put it on.

A voice in the back of his head is screaming at him to leave it alone but when he sees Four’s literally begin to fall as well, he knows that they’re in over their heads. Wind gets to his feet but his arm is hindering from fighting any more. Time is unresponsive. Hyrule is a current liability for reasons he’s not sure why. Twilight is about to go down. Wild hasn’t returned yet and Legend and Sky aren’t going to last much longer.

The monsters close in on them and somewhere, Warrior hears you scream. A second passes and you scream for him.

“WARRIOR!!!”

His blood runs cold and he looks down at the beckoning mask.

He puts it on.

Warrior can feel his mind go blank and his body begins to move on its own. Someone else is in control but he doesn’t feel afraid. He’s not remotely concerned. Somehow, this feels natural. A common goal is shared.

He fails to fully comprehend the massacre in the battle that followed.

The monsters drop like flies.

He’s distantly aware that he’s bigger than he usually is and that the sword in use is not his own white sword. White braided hair flies over his shoulder from time to time as he moves. His arm is no longer bothering him.

He saves Twilight first, quickly fending off the monsters that push in on Sky and Legend. Legend stares at him with nothing short of shock and awe. Sky is too busy falling to knees in a coughing fit to figure it out. Wild comes out the woodwork at last, jumping it on the back of an elk to charge at the monsters around Four.

He decides to not question it.

Time and Wind are quickly escorted out of the area. Although Wind cannot do much to help as it is, he promises to watch over Time as Warrior gently places him against a tree. He doesn’t seem too surprised that Warrior had made this decision.

The Captain hopes Time can forgive him for this.

With the immediate more or less taken care of, Warrior sprints in the direction of your call. He’s praying he’s not too late. A sense of calm soothes him although his first reaction is to reject it. You’re not a fighter, he seems to remind “himself”. You had to run. You had to hide. And you screamed for him to come for you.

He’s back at the last place he saw you before he knew it. Your tracks are still there. They’re still fresh, naturally. He looks at the direction they took off in and follows them.

Distantly, he can hear the grunts and squeals of the monsters ahead and b-lines toward them instead.

He makes it there at once in his larger form and destroys them without a second thought. A beat passes and he scans the area for you. But he finds nothing.

A deep growl escapes him. He’s not used to the sound, nor does it sound like his voice, but it feels right.

Where are you? He looks at the ground for more tracks. The dirt is too kicked up to make them out anything from a first glance, so he squats down to look carefully for any hints to what could be there.

He’s no hunter, but it’s not the first time he’s had to track down persons of interest. He puts his palm to the dirt and looks closer. He sees the familiar lines of your shoe- a single footprint.

You went off to the right.

He heads in that direction as well.

The forest is quiet now.

He hasn’t heard any monster sounds since he’s destroyed the ones in the local area and the sounds of the battle behind him have also quieted down.

He has yet to take account of where Hyrule went but you take precedence.

He walks quietly, straining his ears to hear anything other than breeze shuffling the leaves above him. His footsteps are muffled but he steps on a twig.

A gasp.

His head snaps in that direction and he waits.

Silence follows suit.

He waits.

And waits.

He says your name, once, and stalks in the direction of the sound.

Warrior makes another calculated sound, searching for any sort of reaction that wouldn't have belonged to the forest otherwise. Said forest is silent around him, as if it knows of the strange change that occurred to him. He knows not how the forest knows- only that the forest is correct.

“Link?” A small voice calls from his left.

Warrior snaps his head in that direction and takes two steps. He proves a point to make more sound so that you know that he’s approaching you. Another gasp but no evidence of your presence. He can only assume that you’re still hiding. You’ve had plenty of practice at this point. The fact that he still can’t see is a testament to your new skill. Pride surges through him. It’s incredible. A very talented feat indeed.

“Oh Captain…” Your quiet voice laments.

Slowly, you emerge from the treeline and begin to approach him. Your footsteps are small and your hands are clasped in front of your chest. You’re looking up at him with clear fear in your eyes but you still bravely make your way toward him.

You’re a lot smaller than he thought you would be. He must be bigger than he originally assumed he was. He drops a knee and tries to make himself as peaceful and approachable as possible.

As you study the change he’s no doubt gone through, he’s also looking over you.

He’s looking for any possible injuries that may have befallen you in the very short time you’ve spent apart. Your pants have been torn and there’s a little blood on your hand. There’s mud on your face and on your shirt but the blood sticks out to him the most. He searches for anything else that might jump out to him but he always returns to that little speck of blood. Rage fills him from the core to the brim but he stays silent. The only hint that he may be feeling anything at all is the way his jaw flexes as the sight of you.

There doesn’t seem to be anything else of interest aside from your mused hair. It would have been cuter had it not been for the context surrounding it. You reach out and tug on a hanging cloth from his shoulder. It falls from his shoulder and covers a bit of his front. It’s a familiar bright blue but the gold trimming and embroidery around the edge is new.

Tears suddenly spring up in your eyes and you begin to shake.

Warrior reaches to wipe the tears away but you flinch away from him. He freezes.

“Please…” You whimper. “Don’t do this.”

His heart flutters in the worst way possible. It sinks and bobs uncomfortably in his chest.

A sorrowful but accepting feeling passes over him. This is more or less what he should have expected. It’s just a shame you’ve already reached this point as it is. Still- the job had been completed. The mask, he supposes, is no longer needed.

He reaches up to his face hesitantly and feels a small divot on his jaw. He hooks his thumb behind it and pushes against it. It’s a strange and disorienting feeling as the magic is ripped away from him.

Warrior finds himself back on his feet but it’s as if he’s broken the surface after swimming for long under the water. He gasps and his head feels light. The shock of the transformation leaves him coughing and disoriented. He can feel the world go sideways. Warrior doesn’t even register that he’s closed his eyes in the middle of it all.

Hands land on his arms and steady him before he lurches forward.

“...My Captain…” You say and pull him for a hug. “I was so afraid.”

He lulls his head to the side, resting it in the crook of your neck and hugs you back.

“I’m sorry…” He says as he clears his throat. Warrior can already feel his sense returning. His arm is already screaming at him for the mistreatment. He doubts he’ll be able to use it at all tomorrow. “I heard you scream… and we needed backup… I panicked.”

You sniffle. Warrior holds you tighter and runs his hand (not on the injured arm) over your head and through your hair. Droplets of water start to hit his neck and Warrior starts to get choked up.

He takes a deep breath and pulls away from you. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head.

“Liar.” He whispers and pulls your hand up. It’s a small skin abrasion. He’s not entirely sure why he locked onto it so much with the mask on. This is ignorable at best- but it felt as if you had been cut or stabbed.

He kisses your hand anyway, being gentle to avoid the sight of the injury. “I thought I had lost you.”

You shake your head but fail to speak more. He tugs you back to where he knows he’s left most of the group. He holds your hand close and keeps you practically glued to his side. His eyes search high and low for any other threat that might be hiding among the trees- but nothing else comes out to attack the two of you.

The supplies that were dropped are quickly searched through. He wants to give you a health potion but the others are in much worse shape. You don’t seem to know any better about the well being of the others in the group. You’re still anxious and frazzled from the initial attack.

Little by little the group reforms and they stock the casualties. Health potions are split amongst those who need them the most. One is fed to Time, seeing as he still has yet to wake up.

Warrior returns the mask to its original holder and slot with little fanfare. He’s not looking toward the conversation that no doubt will follow once the others fill the Old Man in about recent events.

Wild, being the champion he is, was quick to make more potions once the original supply had run dry. You jumped into action without a second thought as the boys slowly filed in one by one.

Other than himself, Wild is the only one with the least injuries. Sky is next- with only his lack of air taking him down for the count this time around. The rest must be tended to one way or another.

Slowly, as to not arouse suspicion, Warrior breaks away from the group and finds a quiet corner where he could process what he’s done alone.

You appear next to him within moments.

“...Link?...”

Warrior freezes. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you say his name. He gulps and bites the inside of his lip. He’s afraid to face you. He’s not brave enough. “...yes?...”

You squat down and put a hand on his shoulder. “I know that wasn’t easy… But thank you… for everything.”

He nods, keeping a hand on half of his face to try and hide what he can from you.

You kiss his open cheek and his head snaps to you with shock and awe. Your earlier words when he took off the mask slammed into the forefront of his mind.

You smile and stand up. “I’ll wait for you.”

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popatochisssp · 2 years ago

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Would it be too much to ask what kind of jobs the new skeles might have since you already shared bram would be a groundskeeper at a cemetery?

Looks like I never officially did this one for Wave 2, just Wave 1 over here.

So, while we’re at it, let's do 2 and 3!

Ash (Undergloom Sans): He’s semi-unemployed, or self-employed depending on how you look at it. He busks, playing his trombone out on the street and accepting donations from anyone who feels so inclined. He likes playing music and the idea of brightening peoples’ days in the middle of their commute, so the money doesn’t really matter to him. Sometimes he picks up small gigs at local venues, mostly by word of mouth, and eventually he breaks into the tutoring scene—teaching his favorite instrument to young aspiring musicians who find the same joy in it that he does.

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): He works as a professor at the local community college, teaching anthropology. He’s passionate about the subject and can’t think of anything he’d rather do than share it with a classroom of humans who probably have no idea how interesting they really are. If only one student walked away from his class with a new appreciation for what humanity’s all about then he’s fulfilled—but he tends to send a lot more away with that than just one, since he’s a very popular, friendly, and accessible teacher.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): He’s self-employed, knitting blankets at home and selling them online. He doesn’t need a job at all, between the Queen and his brother, money’s not an issue, but he’d go crazy if he didn’t have something to do all day, and nobody wants to see what he looks like when he goes crazy. He takes commissions often, but other times he just makes things according to whatever he’s feeling and what color yarn he has handy and sells to whoever feels like buying it.

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): He works as a physical therapist. He more or less taught himself to walk again after losing his leg, and a second time after getting a replacement, so he very personally understands the need that exists for people who are injured and want to get back to their normal life—but maybe lack the discipline, the knowledge, or the tools to take that journey solo. He’s hard on his patients and sadistically merciless, but his success rate in terms of mobility recovered is very high and any complaints after the fact are begrudging at worst.

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): He’s a home baker, making cakes and small pastries for a small but growing client base. He likes the freedom of getting to pursue his passions seriously and to be his own boss, set his own hours, screen his own clients, et cetera. He puts a lot of time and care into what he makes, both in terms of flavor and decoration, and finds nothing quite so satisfying as a repeat customer or a glowing review and recommendation to someone new.

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Freelance programming is what he does for cash. It was something he could both learn how to do and actually do remotely, without the need for more than the bare minimum of in-person contact. He likes problem-solving, and complaining about the problem-solving, and the field is pretty much always in demand so if he’s bored of certain kinds of jobs, or sick of the person giving him the jobs, he can jump ship at any time and be a contractor someplace else.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): He’s a boxer, more amateur than pro so he doesn’t make a ton doing it, at least not consistently, but he likes fighting and draws in a decent crowd by being a bit of a spectacle (a blind skeleton in the ring) so the entertainment value is worth something. Aside from that, eventually, he fills in for his brother as a combination business partner/agent/accountant, helping him get jobs and keep clients and manage the money he makes doing so.

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): He’s unemployed for a long while, but ultimately breaks into professional photography, with a specialty in travel photographs. He likes taking pictures and getting to see the world in the process, and it helps that it’s a family business so he and his brother have pretty much full control over what jobs he takes and for how much. He doesn’t really concern himself with the money numbers, though, he just likes filling out his portfolio with gorgeous locales all around the world.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): He does a lot of odd jobs, all over the place, generally (things that are considered) unskilled labor—bussing tables, janitorial work, desk clerking, that kind of thing. He doesn’t like the thought of getting too stuck into any one thing and being unable to try something else out later if it doesn’t work out, and there’s something to be said for the satisfaction of being closely connected to the results of your labor. Sometime down the line he will end up sticking in one career, as a dealer for a casino, because it combines his social, charming nature with his sharp eye and quick hands, but until then he’s happy to bounce around.

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): He’s a bookkeeper at a nondescript company. He’s organized and thorough with record-keeping and double-checking data, and he likes putting those skills to use to make sure his employer’s finances and transactions all balance out at the end of the day. Some might find it boring work and he could almost certainly qualify for a much more ‘prestigious’ job doing something else, but he’s satisfied having a job that doesn’t require all of his effort and brainpower, so he can save some of that for his personal life and private interests.

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): He’s a nomad, a wanderer, he has no job. He’s a robot in the shape of a monster—ostensibly still a monster, even so—in a world full of humans that as yet believe monsters don’t exist, so even if he wanted a job, getting one would be logistically difficult. Luckily, he feels no special need to be gainfully employed and just spends his time wandering around and taking in the world. If he needs something, he’ll either just take it or use one of his brother’s accounts to pay for it.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): He’s a performer, a disc jockey who mixes, makes, and plays music to crowds at clubs, raves, and discos, anywhere he’s welcome. He takes advantage of the perception of his holographic form as an artist’s gimmick, like Daft Punk, Hatsune Miku, dead musicians projected onto stages to play posthumously… In his defense, that last one is sort of exactly what he is, except he didn’t really start making music until after he died. Still, he has fun doing it and adores the fame he’s steadily gaining as a popular, cutting-edge technology music act.

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): He does aura readings for people. For those interested to know, he shares his perception of their colors and the flow of energy in and around them, and just generally describes the sense he gets about a person. What he does is really more of a soul read than an aura read, so a lot of the color meanings and terminology he uses contrast with the kind of readings his clients may get from humans who practice something a little bit different. Still, he’s earnest in his desire to help people understand themselves and their energies and emotions, so he gets a lot of recommendations and repeat clientele who trust he’s the real deal.

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): He works as an event planner, organizing gatherings, arranging vendors, booking venues, the whole nine. He has a great reputation for making things go smoothly and always seems to be able to talk out bumps and snags before they ever become a major problem. He also maintains great relationships with people in the industry and delights in having connections just about everywhere in case he needs to call on a favor to make something happen for a client. He's got the magic touch and the silver (gold) tongue that makes everything fall into place just so.

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): He works as a clerk at a pawn shop. He gets to handle a lot of interesting items and assess roughly how much they’d be worth, and he’s pretty good at haggling and negotiating with people who might not agree with said assessments. Sometimes people will come in with broken stuff they wouldn’t be able to get too much for, but maybe he can cut ‘em a deal, fix it up on his own dime and if they come back for it, great—and if they don’t, his boss’ll be happy to have something that works to sell to somebody else at a markup, how ‘bout it? He does a brisk business and both sides of the counter love him.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): He’s in construction. He’s huge, strong, takes direction well, and diligently follows rules and protocols—he’s an ideal fit for it. He likes to work hard and be able to see a job come together, knowing he had a part in it and being satisfied with the quality of his contribution. He especially likes to take every safety training and equipment certification course he can attend because he likes knowing what the rules are and being specifically told how certain procedures are run, machines operated, et cetera. He’s very likely to be apprenticed in as a foreman if not the inheritor someday of the construction business by its current owner for his work ethic and dedication, but that’ll be a long ways from now.

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): He works as an independent auditor and combs through companies’ records, internal and external documentation, processes, and accounting and ensures everything is being done in accordance with industry standards. In short, he shows up, demands to see everything they have, and looks through it to see if they’ve lied, did something wrong, or lost information they weren’t supposed to. Sometimes he can do this remotely but other times he has to travel out to a physical office somewhere and sit down with a bunch of stuffed file cabinets, and he really doesn’t mind either way. He likes the work and he’s good at it—maybe because he’s good at it—and he finds it satisfying to catch the tiniest little misses and errors to demand an accounting of them.

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus): He’s a trail maintenance worker for Ebott National Park. He walks the paths and hiking trails and makes sure they’re safe and unobstructed for visitors, as well as whatever odd jobs in the area that happen to come up—looking out for invasive species, helping with a bench install, directing lost tourists, that kinda thing. It’s not especially glamorous work but it’s pretty much exactly where he wants to be and he’s happy to do it, probably wouldn’t pick any other job in the world…except maybe to volunteer for a seasonal fire-watch position and do pretty much the exact same thing, but more isolated and with a big cool tower to sit in.

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): He works as a mortician at a local funeral home. He generally isn’t expected (read: allowed) to deal with grieving families, that’s more the funeral director’s purview, but he works behind the scenes embalming, processing, and otherwise preparing the dead for their final party and last ride home. He has a strong stomach—or rather, no stomach at all—and doesn’t get squeamish or emotional about the dead, so that works out. They also let him work nights so he has several long, quiet hours of methodically going through the routine with no (living) humans around to irritate him or vice-versa. Sounds like a good gig to him.

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): Yes, still a groundskeeper for the cemetery and loving it. It was something he kind of fell into through his brother, when he didn’t really know what he wanted to do on the Surface, but his brother sends dead humans off to their final resting place and said final resting place was looking for someone to dig holes, mind the grass, keep everything looking neat and nice—and that’s certainly something he can do! He also works nights, being that monsters are almost entirely nocturnal these days, so he’s also an unintentional scarecrow deterrent to teenagers sneaking in late for partying or spooky dares when they see a slim, bony silhouette materialize out of the shadows with a shovel in hand, asking if they’re just visiting or thinking about moving in.…

#anonymous #headcanons #undergloom #horrorfell #horrorswap #horrorswapfell #gastertale #transcendtale #ascendswap #underfell fruition #swapfell fruition #descendtale

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 9 months ago

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My Fave Fics Rn | What Red is Reading❤️

No one asked for this but I want to share the fics I've been OBSESSED with lately because they deserve so much love!! A combo of AUs, smut (I'll mark off which ones are smut!), lovely comics and everything in between. If you're looking for a new read I HIGHLY reco each of these stories! Including vague spoilers/descriptions for each so be warned!!

Here's what I've regularly been reading and re-reading:

Time's Arrow by @m0stlygoodvibes - Time Travel AU. Hawks goes on a mission back in time and attempts to set himself + the Todoroki family a better future. This fic is so sweet and healing - watching Hawks grow up without the trauma of the Commission is wonderful, and his x Touya's friendship/hinted relationship is explored fantastically. I'm constantly checking to see if there have been any updates because it's THAT good!!! I discovered the story after seeing beachbeibi's adorable art!

Lost & Found Comic by @beachbeibi - Quirkless Todosib AU. Oh my goodness this comic is AMAZING! The art is so lovely and sweet! The character designs are spot on (Shoto's little strawberry sweater in later chapters makes my heart squeeze!)! The relationship building between characters is authentic and fun to read/view! I love the way Touya is drawn and how we learn more about his growth journey with every passing comic. And Keigo. Oh my goodness Keigo!! The way the artist draws him is just SO cute and I am interested to see where they take his storyline next.

A Cozy Cloud by @gaecactae- Another wonderful comic! An AU where Oboro Shirakumo/Loud Cloud lives to adulthood, has a wonderful partner, is still BFFs with Shota + Hizashi, and adopts Tenko before AFO can get to him. The art is so gentle and thoughtful, and the color palate is just wonderful. Seeing baby Tenko and Hitoshi so well loved makes me so happy - this story is another great tale filled with healing and fabulous visuals. I'm so excited to see more!

Inevitable Things (We Try To Avoid) by @mintmatcha - Shota Aizawa x Reader. 🔞 SMUT alert! 🔞The story is so good and the characters are SO complex! I have re-read all of the published chapters several times at this point because the author winds so many fun, complex details together and it's fun to go back and see how they plant the seeds for major plot points in the earlier chapters. This is def a bit angsty but SO good. Aizawa is HOT and his character is so brilliantly fleshed out. Plus the tension between the reader and Aizawa is palpable. I'm excited to read more!

Mission Accomplished by glynfrans - Hitoshi Shinsou x Katsuki Bakugo. 🔞SMUT alert!🔞 Holy Woah are these sex scenes HOT!!! Like I've always been a Hitoshi fic girlie and I personally have never shipped him with Bakugo but WOWOWOW whenever these two are together in a scene sparks are literally flying! Hitoshi is shady af in the beginning of this fic, but he seeks redemption and I like how the author really builds out the character around these feeligns. Also a heavy amount of Monoma x Shinsou which I love. I won't say anymore because I don't wanna spoil anything but worth reading!!

I'll Have The Fish by ShipSeekingShippers - Hitoshi x Denki. This is the only completed fic on the list and I have come back to it so many times because it's cute as all heck! No quriks/college/fry cook AU (!?). This was the first Hitoshi x Denki fic I ever read and it CHANGED ME. Each chapter is more hilarious than the last, and watching the main characters bond and grow is so sweet and wholesome.

That's all for now - please send me your own recs or link great fics in the comments!! I'm always looking for new reads to devour!

XOXO,

Red Riot Unbreakable Heart ❤️

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otherworldseekers · 6 months ago

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Something's Gotta Give Chapter 9

Also posted to AO3 if you'd prefer to read there.

Severia and Nero return to Saint Coinach's Find, where Cid is eager to get on with the work, but both of them have unresolved feelings to deal with. Will a candid conversation help or hinder their future?

SGG Masterpost

They rode into Saint Coinach’s Find the next day just as the sun touched the horizon, their journey finally over. Cid hurried over as Severia swung down from the Kirin’s saddle.

“You’re back! Everything went smoothly, I trust?” He gave a quick side glance to where Nero stood digging their precious cargo out of his saddlebags before giving Severia a pointed look.

Severia sighed. “Nero behaved himself. Mostly.” She expected a flippant comment from the subject but Nero was apparently too engrossed in making sure the parts they commissioned had survived the journey intact.

“I suppose that’s as much as could be expected,” Cid said sympathetically. “At least it seems your mission was successful.”

“Quite,” said Nero, looking up. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll get to work on the Aether Signature Configuration Device right away.”

Cid watched Nero retreat into his tent with a worried expression, then turned to Severia. “It did go smoothly, right?”

Severia wondered if Cid could feel how charged the air was between her and Nero, and had been since she woke up lying next to him that morning. Neither of them had said anything about what happened the previous day and she wasn’t sure if she was grateful or exasperated. Why wasn’t he saying anything? After everything she had told him, after she had clung to him. Was he being considerate or was it just that he didn’t care? And why should it matter to her at all whether he cared or not? Their oddly contrived time together was over. Whatever had occurred between them was over.

“Of course, Cid,” she said, no trace of her inner thoughts bleeding into her tone. “Did you expect anything else?”

Cid frowned. “Nero seemed oddly reluctant to gloat or sing his own praises. It’s not like him. Nothing happened while you were gone?”

“Nothing,” Severia replied easily.

“All right, I’ll trust you,” said Cid. “Things have been rather quiet here. Not much we can do until we can get past that last barrier.”

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“Not until we’re ready to send you in, which I imagine won’t be until tomorrow at the earliest. I’ll go help Nero. You rest up.”

“Of course.” She watched him walk away, feeling oddly deflated.

Hadn’t she hated their journey? Hadn’t she despised Nero’s arrogant attitude and constant probing and teasing? Hadn’t she felt perpetually irritated in his company? Why did the air feel empty without his voice? Why did the world look so flat?

She needed to get away and think. She needed a place to be alone. Mounting her Kirin once more, Severia galloped away from Saint Coinach’s Find.

She didn’t know what impulse led her to the gates of the Crystal Tower, but something pushed her onward. Past the Eight Sentinels, up the stone stairs, to the blessedly empty terrace with its glowing portal and unparalleled view of the Tower. Sometime during her ride out here the moon had risen and the upper air had taken on its strange purple/pink coloring. It was a sight you couldn’t find anywhere else in the world, she knew, and the warmth of gratitude, that she was here to see it, began to settle over the uneasiness in her chest.

Despite everything else, the world was always beautiful. That much never changed.

Settling down as comfortably as she could on the stone floor, Severia gazed out over the Tower and its surroundings. How many thousands of years had it been since the Tower was built? And yet it had lasted. She wished, in that moment, that she could be so strong and unchanging. She was the Warrior of Light. She must learn to stand tall and unassailable. She must fill in the cracks in her soul with duty, the hole in her heart with selflessness.

What other path could there possibly be for someone like her? So why did the thought of such a life feel like a dead weight inside her?

It was perhaps a bell or two later when the purple haze lifted to reveal the sky full of stars and Severia heard footsteps behind her on the stairs. She waited with her head on her arms for the footsteps to approach.

“Go away, Nero,” she said as harshly as she could manage.

There was silence for a few moments, then, “How did you know it was me?”

“You have a very distinct tread. The kind that says the man sees the whole world as his plaything, but is also used to having his plaything stolen from him if he’s not careful.”

“That’s… impressively specific,” said Nero. “And not inaccurate. Should I be flattered by your attention to detail?”

“I pay attention to everyone, in my own way,” said Severia with a sigh. “What do you want?”

“To ascertain your well being, hero,” he answered. “You disappeared. Garlond had a bad feeling. He went to the Toll to see if you had gone back there.”

“How did you know I’d be here?”

“A lucky guess, perhaps. Or perhaps… If I wanted space and quiet, I’d likely come here too.”

She sensed his much larger frame sitting down beside her while leaving ample space between them for her comfort. Did he know she would bristle at his nearness right now? That she wouldn’t be able to stand it? Did he realize why?

“All right you’ve ‘ascertained my well being’ now. I’m fine. You can leave.” She looked over at him finally and was struck by the expression he wore. His brow furrowed, his mouth stiff, his eyes pleading.

“I think we need to speak to each other plainly.”

“I disagree,” she said, shaking her head. She scrambled to her feet in an attempt to leave, but Nero caught her wrist.

“Please, Severia.”

Her breath caught at her name on his lips. Why was it only when he spoke it that she felt it so deeply? Why was he doing this to her now? “Nothing good will come of this. You must know that.”

Nero stood up, but did not release her wrist. He had given long thought to this the previous night as he had lain sleepless with her beside him in their cave shelter. He knew what he wanted was too much to ask. But he had come to the decision that he could not, would not go back to what they had been mere days ago.

There had always been, for as long as he could remember, a raw edge to his life. An emptiness that constantly drove him to seek more, do more. On;y once before had he felt something like contentment. On those occasions at the Academy when he and Garlond had combined their considerable skill and genius to make something extraordinary. And for a time he had thought perhaps Garlond was the solution to his dissatisfaction. That a life of discovery and invention side by side with the one person who was his equal was his future.

But Garlond hadn’t seen it that way. He had left without a backward glance. Had all but forgotten his old schoolmate. It had hurt Nero more than he cared to admit. Deep inside, so deep he could almost pretend it wasn’t there, Nero had always yearned to be as vital to someone as oxygen, to be understood on a cellular level, to fit together with someone so well the edges between them blurred.

When Garlond left, Nero came to believe that that part of him would never be satisfied. So he had shoved it away, told himself he needed nothing and no one. He could rely only on himself. Others were merely tools to be used and discarded depending on their usefulness to his goals.

Then he met Severia Zetsuen. He had, at first, tried to use her the way he used everybody. To further his goals, to satisfy his desires. But she would not be content to be his tool and had defied his expectations at every turn.

She who was at first an obstacle, then an opportunity, and then the author of his fall. She whose intelligence was like the morning sun shining through a begrimed window. Whose true smile was like a sweet, fleeting rainbow. Whose humor and wit was as sudden and shocking as an errant lightning bolt. Whose core of strength made him feel small in comparison. Severia Zetsuen, who had so unexpectedly proven to be his equal in every way.

She had shaken him to his roots. So easily did she slip into and fill that empty, hungering space within him. It felt like a kind of madness, after having lived that way for so long, and perhaps it was. Perhaps he was mad to pursue this. But he knew that she too felt the chasm they stood poised over, or she wouldn’t be running away.

“Tell me.” Nero took a step forward and gripped her shoulders. She looked up at him with fearful eyes. “Tell me that you didn’t feel what I felt. When we danced. When we kissed. Tell me that it sparked nothing inside you. That you feel nothing for me. Tell me, and I’ll believe you.”

Her mouth opened and closed once, twice. No words came forth. She couldn’t do it. The lie tasted like acid on her tongue. “Nero, why are you doing this to me?”

“You haven’t said it.”

She bit her lip and looked away, refusing to meet the eyes that were boring into her. “I can’t… We can’t…”

“Say that you didn’t enjoy any of the time we spent together,” Nero begged. He shook her until she was looking up at him again. And he bent over her so that their lips were mere ilms apart. He wanted her so badly it was tearing him apart to hold back. “Tell me that you don’t want me to kiss you right now.”

“Please.” Her voice was a sob. “Don’t.”

Nero realized his fingers were biting into her flesh harder than he had intended. He let go and backed away. Running a hand through his hair he said, “Forgive me.”

Severia hugged herself and nodded. They stood in silence for several moments. Nero studied her cringing form, as if she would gladly collapse in on herself if she could.

“What are you so afraid of, Severia?” he asked.

“Everything,” she said, closing her eyes. “Don’t you understand? I’m not what you think I am. I’m not what anyone thinks I am. Everything frightens me. Every fight. Every struggle. Every conversation. Every meeting. Every parting. Every day.” She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “And you. You most of all.”

Nero bristled. “What have I done to deserve your fear? Did I not defend you at the Saucer, did I not comfort you when you were afraid? I held you in my arms, I slept beside you to shelter you from the storm.”

Severia flinched away from him, from the anger in his voice, from the memories. “Do you think I don’t know that none of it was real?”

“Why?” Nero rounded on her. “Why must it be false? Because I’m a Garlean? Because I was your enemy?”

“Yes!” she cried. “I’m fully aware of the agenda you came here with. Did you think that I was too naive to realize that you’re trying to use me? Woo the hero with smiles and flattering words. Kiss her until she forgets what you really are. Make her fall for you until she gives you what you want. Am I close?”

Nero grimaced. “I won’t do you the disservice of claiming you’re wrong. Those were my intentions. I would do anything to get that power, or so I thought. But Severia…” He paused. “Is it so impossible to believe it might have become real?”

Severia shook her head. “You said it yourself. That night at the Saucer we played a game of pretend. We imagined a world where you could be just Nero and I could be just Severia. But that world doesn’t exist. It can never exist.”

“What if it wasn’t a game? What if it could be more? What would you want then?”

“Nothing,” she said, knowing it wasn’t true. But she would never admit to him how much she wanted it to be real, wanted to lay down the responsibilities she’d never asked for. How much she wanted to give in.

Nero wasn’t convinced. “You didn’t kiss me like a woman who wants nothing. You liked it just as much as I did. You didn’t want it to end.” He reached out a hand and gently brushed his fingers along her jaw, his thumb caressing the scales of her cheek. “I don’t want it to end.”

Severia closed her eyes, desperately trying not to lean into his touch. “What you want doesn’t matter. The reality is that you are a man who seeks power he should not have and I am the one who must stop you.” When his hand dropped away she opened her eyes again. “Are you willing to leave the Tower alone?”

Nero stared out toward the Tower with a clouded brow. Was that really what she wanted from him? To give up on his dreams? To lay down who he was to be someone else? Even if it would win her, he couldn’t do it. He shook his head.

Severia sighed. “Then I must stop you. And once the Tower is closed you will go your way and I will go mine. It would be best for us to never see each other again.”

“And that’s what you want?”

Want, want, want. Could he think of nothing else? She turned away from him. “I’m the Warrior of Light. There’s no room in my life for wants.”

Nero listened to the sound of Severia’s footsteps descending away from him, the beat of her Kirin’s hooves receding in the distance. He punched his fist into a nearby stone pillar, bloodying his knuckles. A poor distraction from the pain of Severia’s rejection, but for once in his life he had no satisfactory answers. He was unwilling to give up anything he wanted and so it seemed he was destined to lose it all. He turned the problem around in his head for hours as he lingered at the Eight Sentinels, but even his considerable intellect could not find a solution.

Finally he turned his feet toward Saint Coinach’s Find where the rest of NOAH would be waking soon. “If this is how it must be,” he said to himself with a grim smile. “Then I will face it without surrender or retreat.”

Thanks for reading! I would love to hear what you think!

#Something's Gotta Give #Severia x Nero #NeroWoL #ffxiv fanfiction #my writing #Severia Zetsuen #Nero tol Scaeva #All My Tomorrows

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writingquestionsanswered · 2 years ago

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I feel horrible for using ai tools to enhance my writing. What should i do to like my writing? Please help.

Using AI to Enhance Writing

(And How to Like Your Own Writing without AI Enhancement)

I want to preface this by saying that AI's use as a writing tool is still brand new, so both the industry and seasoned writers like myself are still in the process of learning about its potential uses and place, and are still forming opinions. Having said that...

Using AI to "enhance" your writing sounds too much like you're incorporating a lot of AI-generated writing into your own writing, and that's probably not a good idea at this point. Much like AI-generated art, AI-generated fiction is cannibalized from real, copyrighted writing. Not only does AI steal the hard work of existing writers and allow you to pass it off as your own work, it also lacks the depth of emotion and nuance that only human writers can provide. There's also the reality that good writing takes practice, and you can't get better at writing if you're heavily relying on AI to enhance your own writing.

So, when and how can you reasonably use AI as a writing tool? I would say at this point if you had a sentence, description, or short paragraph that was really giving you trouble, you could probably use AI to help you over the hump. You probably wouldn't want to use the exact sentence the AI tool generated, but you could augment what's there to make it your own.

As far as learning to like your own writing, the only way to do that is to acknowledge and accept that your early writing isn't going to be amazing. If you take up painting and have never painted before, you're not going to paint award-winning landscapes in your first weeks or months. The only way you get better is by painting a lot of paintings, making mistakes, learning new skills, and slowly getting better. Writing is the same way.

Here are some previous posts on that topic:

Concentrate on Quantity at First, Not Quality Comparing Self to Others, Insecure About Writing Overcoming Embarrassment Over Own Writing Afraid of Looking Back and Seeing Bad Writing Worried About Writing Style

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raevenlyreads · 1 year ago

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About Lenormand: Knighting and Mirroring

In researching for this post about how Lenormand is different from Tarot, I learned I haven’t actually been reading my Magpie’s Lenormand “right”. This was hardly a surprise to me because I’ve never really been drawn to traditional spreads for tarot (I’ve never once made it all the way through a celtic cross without getting bored at any point in my life, for example). But I was intrigued by what I found out, and I thought it might be fun to go on this learning journey together.

A little background: A lenormand is a 36 card deck, with fewer cards than the 78 used in tarot, and usually with much more straightforward symbolism. Named for Marie Anne Lenormand, a famous French fortune teller, the modern lenormand deck comes from her use of the Petit Jeu, or the Game of Hope. In the original game, cards were laid out like a board and players rolled dice to move their token along, with rewards and penalties award based on what card was landed on. Those positive and negative associations became paired with the symbols used in reading coffee grounds, and became the basis for the lenormand decks we use today.

What I thought I knew going in: Lenormand does not use the same symbolism as Tarot, though many of the symbols do overlap (The Moon for example). Lenormand cards are meant to be read together as a story, so look for common themes between the cards. Lenormand is less suited for shadowwork and more useful for practical day to day questions and upcoming events, being especially useful for relative timing of events. Unlike the tarot, it is both possible and useful to read the entire deck, called a Grand Tableau.

What I have discovered so far: Lenormand cards are meant to be read in pairs, where one serves as the “noun” and the other as the “adjective”, modifying the meaning of the first card. Positions in spreads matter, especially for techniques called “mirroring” and “knighting”. There is an order to the cards, and while they don’t tell the familiar story of the Hero’s Journey from a RWS tarot, the order can inform a reading, comparing a card of interest with what card should be in that position were the deck in order.

I have still had plenty of luck reading my Magpie’s Lenormand intuitively, but I am so fascinated by the idea of mirroring and knighting. For spreads that utilize these, much liked with my Above and Below draw, a signifier card is drawn or chosen to represent the focus of the read, and all the other cards a referenced back to that focus card. Then, additionally, cards can be read on either side of an axis (“mirroring”) or in L shapes (“knighting”). In a 9 card, 3x3 grid then, card 1 can mirror card 3 and card 7, and knight cards 6 and 8. These rows and columns can be used for categories like “past/present/future”, “external/internal/hidden” (like my Revealing Prism Spread), “helping/hindering/tangential”, and so on. So by reading in pairs, you can learn how your past is affecting your present, by mirroring you can learn how your past will affect your future, and by knighting you can learn how past external influences related to present internal ones. I’m super intrigued to do some 3x3 spreads and play with knighting. It sounds like it has a lot of potential for uncovering motivations and unknown factors, which I think would actually make it pretty excellent for shadowwork. We shall see!

For more posts like these, check out my kofi page! I have informative posts, beautiful deck selfies, and readings available for commission.

#raev reads tarot #lenormand

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 11 months ago

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More Song Shuffled but...

'Be ready for more' and I proceed to get obsessed over the pics @narutojacksondemigod sent HERE.

Beautiful Things - Benson Boone

Izumi leaned on the railing, smiling at the image of Izuku holding up his medal, tears pouring down her face. The smile turned to a frown as a familiar presence landed next to her. She clenched the railing in her metal arm, glaring at the side as Kei- HAWKS looked at the field.

“He did well,” the hero complimented Izuku.

“Uhuh,” Izumi pushed herself up. “Tell the Commission fuck off,” she moved to step away from Hawks but he grabbed her wrist.

“Izumi-”

“It’s Shadowstrike to you.” she wrenched her wrist from him.

“Izumi,” Hawks said, standing up. “Please don’t.”

Izumi didn’t look back.

My Love Mine All Mine - Mitsuki

Izuku looked at the pictures on the wall, leaning on his crutch. The pictures on the wall showed him and his mother before the accident. Smiling and happy. Then there was a shift. Suddenly it was him with an eyepatch, looking at the viewer without a smile. There beside him was the blank face of his cousin, Izumi. He reached out to touch the picture of the first birthday after his mother died, the one where they finally smiled again. Where Izumi had taken him out to see a hero fight, and where she handed him a gun, promising to teach him to use it with a secret smile.

It hadn’t been easy to get where they were. But it was their journey.

Another Love - Tom Odell

“Don’t go near me,” Izumi demanded, holding a hand up to prevent Keigo from coming near her. No, not Keigo. This was Hawks.

“Izumi,” Hawks began but she shook her head, turning her back to him.

“Leave,” she ordered.

“You feel the same way.” Hawks argued. Izumi shook her head, feeling the tears well up. “Izumi, please.”

“Don’t,” she said, lifting her head up. She didn’t want to do this. She wanted to collapse into his arms, wanted to sob into his chest. Wanted him to kiss her forehead, wanted to bandage his wounds after commission training. Wanted to hold him when he hurt.

But that was the past. That was before. This wasn’t her Keigo. Even if he had gotten some memories when she went to this dimension. It wasn’t the man who went through training with her. It wasn’t the man who sang off key to the radio while they cooked.

It wasn’t him.

Something Just Like this -The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

Childhood friends to lovers. It was a story often told to her by everyone around her. In the beginning, it was about her and Bakugou they hinted at. Then her mother died, and the Commission wanted her. They wanted her brain, her skills. Her father hadn’t wanted her.

Then it became about Keigo. And… she wouldn’t deny she wanted it.

They trained together. He was there when she lost her arm, the first villain attack she helped with, sidekick to a hero who purposely ignored the Quirkless girl, only to have the Commission coming down on him. He was there when she got a new arm. She was there when he cried for days after all his feathers were used up. She was there for his tears after training. They ate together, learned together.

She wanted that with Keigo, and she was so lucky he wanted it back. They kissed for the first time on live television, after a successful mission to save a school nearly saw Izumi lost. The media went nuts.

It was approved by the Commission, childhood friends to lovers, a married hero duo.

She wanted it. Got it.

Lost it.

Yellow - Coldplay

“Izuku, don’t do it!” Tenya shouted, diving for his… his… god, what even was Izuku?

His friend? His classmate? His rival? His… his boyfriend?

Tenya didn’t know.

Izuku ignored Tenya, instead diving to knock Bakugou out of the villain’s grasp, being grabbed instead as he was pulled into darkness. His eyepatch was missing, and the dead white of his ruined eye was the last thing Tenya saw before the portal closed. He dropped to his knees, staring at where it had been.

“Izuku…” Tenya said, staring at where the boy had been.

“Wha- he… he saved me?” Bakugou choked out. The blond haired teen stared at where Izuku was gone. “Why… he hated me.”

“Because he isn’t that person.” Tokoyami said from behind them, watching as Tenya stared at where his boyfriend made his beautiful and selfish decision, the stars shining through the smoke filled air.

Soldier, Poet, King -The Oh Hellos

It was Keigo and Izumi at first. The two soldiers for the Commission. Then came Tenya, who had been a diplomat to their knives. He had been the one to figure out what was wrong with them. How the Commission had tethered them to their hands. He had helped them free themselves bit by bit, before Stain got to the hero.

It would take three years before they found out that the Commission pushed forward rumors of him being corrupt to get rid of the man. It was the first crack in the commission used to break society apart. And at the time they hadn’t cared, not until it was too late.

Watching the boy scold Izuku who was laughing, Izumi smiled. She missed the man she knew. But this boy… she liked this boy with her cousin.

Someone to You - BANNERS

“Please,” Hawks said. “Please don’t turn me away.” Izumi looked at him, biting her lip.

“Hawks-”

“I’m not him. I’ll never be him. But… but I care about you,” he told Izumi. She shook her head, keeping her eyes from him. “I… please Izumi. I want to be with you.”

“Do you mean this or is the man I knew coming through?” Izumi asked, blinking away tears. Hawks shook his head, reaching out to grab her mechanical arm. She looked back at him.

“It’s me coming through,” Hawks said. “Please.”

“...I’m going to tear apart everything you’ve ever known,” Izumi said. Hawks shrugged, a half smile appearing on his face.

“I can take it.” he told her. Izumi shook her head, leaning in to hover over his mouth.

“I hope so,” she said before kissing him.

Viva la Vida -Coldplay

Izumi slumped over the table, her hands around her cup trying to feel some warmth. Her shoulder ached, the metal of her arm uncomfortably pressing in. Izumi ignored it, sipping her tea as she looked out the window, drinking her tea.

More fires. Lovely. Izumi closed her eyes, hanging her head down. Fuck.

Her phone buzzed but she didn’t look. It would be Dabi again. Reminding her she still had a choice.

Like hell she did. They took everything. They killed Keigo. They destroyed the entire hero system. They took everything apart and let the ashes get swept away in the rain.

She lost everything. All she was was an ex hero trapped by the villains who took over, trapped and forced to watch the world she once saved burn.

Sure Thing -Sped Up -Miguel

The first time they met, Izuku decided he didn’t like Tenya because he was rude to Izumi.

The next time, after an apology and a talking to, he decided he liked Tenya

The third time, he had punched an annoying bully in the face and played up accidentally not seeing the boy on his bad side. Tenya backed him up.

The fourth time, Izuku had pantsed a nasty sidekick of Tensei’s who said bad things about Tenya.

The times kept coming, and the more they happened, the more Izuku didn’t want them to stop. Tenya felt the same.

Soldier -Fleurie, Tommee Profiit

Izumi tugged her gloves on, her face determined. Her metal arm was oiled and polished. Her old hero uniform was pulled on, her boots laced up. She’d cut off most of her hair, and attached the earring Keigo gave her in place of a ring.

She was ready.

She stomped to the door and roundhoused it, shattering the wood. Instantly the alarm began going off. She ran down the halls, eyes narrowed. Some Nomu came stumbling out of a room, and she punched it with her metal arm at full speed. It went down. She kept running, eyes narrowed as she felt it happen. The note secreted to her by the grocery lady. The promise of being saved from the hell of this world order. A gift slipped to her by a child she had once saved from a man in a bird mask. The child she wore to save again as the energy began picking up.

She needed to get to the middle of the base. Ripping a whole through space, as Eri wrote, would cause an explosion. She needed to get to the middle.

She had to take as many as she could down before she left.

If she did, she could save this world.

She would have her revenge.

#bnha #bnha au #aged up izuku #fem izuku #dabihawks #iideku #both #fem izuku is with hawks #izuku is with tenya #time travel #she saved eri #eri is with aizawa #shuffle challenge

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animalsalvationassociation · 1 year ago

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Small Q&A:

No I’m not back but I had a few generalized questions about the blog popping up so I thought I’d answer a few just to clear the air. Yes I am still on hiatus.

Question 1: Watermarks

For anyone confused as to the watermarks that are on my art pieces — @cookiecrumbles52palace is my main user for all of my art blogs except for secondary art accounts like character creation pages on Instagram.

[ Here is an official link to all of my socials. ]

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[ And this is if you want to learn more about me ]

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Question 2: How do art??

“How are you so good?”, “Wow I wish I could be like you!”, “You’re so talented I could never!”

It never gets easier answering this. Every artist/creative would agree with me, these are by far the most asked questions I get on literally a daily basis. They bring me joy and the validation I’ve always wanted but at the same time they make me extremely sad and uncomfortable.

As of 09/2024 I will be hitting my 12 year mark of being an artist and a writer. It’s a rough estimate of when I began, but I basically started in September around the age of 11.

“What got you started?” you ask?

The Ninja Turtles.

When I was a kid that’s all I wanted to do. I wanted to be a comic book artist for a living (my favorite show at the time being Nickelodeon’s 2k12 TMNT) I remember my lonely days of sitting on my bedroom floor spending hours a day drawing just a few panels at a time. And although I was a kid with no friends, starting a new school year in a new house/school/state, I at least had my stories however monstrously drawn they were.

Now nearly 12 years later I’m self taught, I work a part time job in retail, I live at home with my family at 22. And my dream is to be a published author illustrating her own stories. I’ve already illustrated a published book but eventually I want to create for my own novels.

I’m still learning how to adult and take care of myself. And let’s be honest I don’t do a very good job at either of those things, I have a lot of health problems and my emotional state keeps me from doing a lot of things. But I wouldn’t change my situation for the world because even though I’m struggling, I’m happy.

Basically my point is . . . no matter where you are on your creative journey you have a bright future ahead of you. You’re going to make mistakes and hit a million roadblocks, but if you keep working and believing in yourself then you’re gonna go far. My best friend in the whole wide world is my younger self, because she kept pushing even when others had given up on her and I couldn’t be more proud of what she became. Even if it’s hard to look in the mirror sometimes.

Question 3: DM / Asks / Art Requests / Comms

I’m officially sorting through my asks. I’ve been having some spam asks recently and I will be deleting some of the ones I don’t feel comfortable answering. I am sorry but I have my limits, if your ask gets featured then it gets featured I don’t know what else to tell you. (I don’t know how to phrase this kindly)

Adding to that, do not follow me if you expect to get art requests in return. Just because you asked nicely doesn’t mean I’m going to spend my precious free time making something for you. If I wanted to do commissions or requests then I would put that in the bio or in a pinned post.

Art is one of the single most important hobbies for me alongside my writing. It’s a way for me to escape without having to leave my room/house. Please understand, there are plenty of other artists out there with amazing art that would love to handle your commission or requests that probably have so much more free time than I do. And I would be happy to point them out to you because they probably need the money more than I do.

Question 4: Returning??

“Man Cookie, you’ve been gone for a few weeks like you said you would, but do you have a date of when you’ll be coming back??”

Tbh with you, no. I’ve been trying really hard this year to involve myself in Art Fight, and so far I’ve been having a lot of fun doing that as well as working on some other projects like my Voltron fanfic or my novels.

But when it comes to Octonauts I’ve been really nervous about getting back into things. Which is pretty silly but kinda makes sense considering everything I’ve been creating in the last few months all on a whim.

I think my plan is to finally start posting again the second or third week of August. The first week and a half I’ll be at a family reunion, and if I’m correct I should have some time to just relax and get into my own head space.

No promises but I may end up working on a headcanons post for the A.S.A. Au to help solidify some things for our wonderful Octonauts. Not sure when it will be done but I’ve already started on Kwazii’s. Other than that no art until I’m off my hiatus.

I promise I haven’t forgotten about any of you, and thank you for the wonderful comments you left on my last post. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry all over again! 😭

Have a wonderful day and please stay safe/healthy! I love you all! And a special thank you for making it to the end of the post, you’re wonderful. Here’s a cookie 🍪

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dragon-fics · 2 years ago

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SR: Ch. 6 Ch. 6 Du Weldenvarden

Chapter summary: The journey begins to reunite Alys and Ugauc...

Prologue, Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7

Please like and/or reblog to help share my work if you like it. One shot requests are open (x Reader) as are commissions are my patreon (as well as wee bonuses if you can afford. Thank you

Do you think the elves will continue to stand in your way? Shruikan’s voice was gentle as he glided behind the three other dragons. The sky was a pretty blue against the wide reach of the green below, and his black scales attracted a lot of the sun’s heat.

Alys sighed, physically and mentally. Probably. But maybe with their queen by our side, they’ll let me in.

A hum came from him, vibrating Alys a little. I hope so. If there is no way to save him, even with your knowledge of healing, it’d be best to… he trailed off, knowing Alys would fill in the blanks.

She nodded. I have a feeling it’s the only way. I just… hope there’s enough in him to keep his Heart alive.

A melancholy feeling came from Shruikan. Ah, he still has his in him? You would be so kind.

We’ve learned from his actions. Her gaze drifted downward, the wind picking up her braids. We know better than to control dragons. I honestly didn’t expect you to be so eager to come with me. She smiled softly, her chest feeling warm as she remembered Shruikan’s threatening stance behind her in Ilirea. It’s nice having you on my side, especially by your own will. She knew sombre things were ahead.

Shruikan radiated a similarly warm mind. Alys found it comforting to experience all his feelings, or a fraction of them. She never knew if it was all his emotions. There was so little shared.

Arya shouted something to Alys. She looked at her and nodded, pretending like the wind didn’t mute what she’d said. Fírnen dove to the side and the other two dragons followed.

I guess we do that too. Alys mused and Shruikan followed them. She lurched forward in her saddle and Shruikan shifted his wings and tail to adjust his descent. He still struggled with this part of flying, learning the impact of his new size and mass.

Alys felt something tug at her heart and she looked at Shruikan as he evened out above the sea of leaves and branches. The smaller dragons flew below him.

“Is something wrong?” she asked him with mind and mouth. She touched the scales of his lower neck, smoother and healthy now.

You know I’ve been here before… His mind and body were quiet, even his huge wings had enough air to just glide for a while.

I know. You don’t have to go all the way in. I’ll ride with one of the others. She wanted to comfort him, feeling his anxiety shiver through her.

No. He beat his wings. I want to make sure you get to him unopposed. I might be enough to make that happen.

Without thinking, she asked; Is that what you want? She didn’t know if it was her staring or if he hesitated, but she felt like a league of flying was done before he answered.

Yes. I do. I may as well use my past for good. Pay you back a smidge.

Alys couldn’t help but giggle. His voice was too tired and rough sounding for “smidge” to be part of his vocabulary. She felt his satisfaction; he’d set out to make her laugh.

Her good humour was cut short when she lurched forward and grunted. “What?!” She looked over Shruikan’s shoulder at the sea of leaves below. The other Riders and dragons had disappeared. She grumbled softly to herself and Shruikan glided around to find a place to land. He found a clearing large enough for him to stumble to a halt in.

Alys stroked his neck and looked around. She extended her mind, meeting the other Riders’. “That way.” She pointed.

Shruikan edged his way through the trees, wings tucked in, head and body low. He grumbled softly, irritated by the closed space. He stumbled on a couple of upturned roots and did his best to dodge thick branches.

Alys touched his neck and blindingly bright scarlet assaulting her mind. “I could get off and look for somewhere better for you to move through?”

He shook his head harshly. No. This is probably the quickest way. I’ll be fine. Just some cramped muscles, I’m sure. He snorted and tensed his shoulder, tempted to swipe at the nearest tree to cut it down.

She smiled softly. “If you’re sure. You’re doing really well.” She stroked his shoulder and leaned her body down against him to aid him in his effort, even if it was minuscule from what he was doing.

Shruikan’s mind calmed a little, the loud redness fading with her praise. He sighed, soothing his temper, and crawled through the forest. The small, slender shapes of Thorn, Saphira and Fírnen came into view, gathered in a canopied clearing that couldn’t be seen from above. In the middle of the three dragons were their Riders, discussing in hushed whispers and gesturing far-from-subtly.

Alys grumbled under her breath and had Shruikan continue as he was, as none of them seemed to notice them approaching. Shruikan extended his neck between Thorn and Fírnen, causing both dragons flinched away.

Thorn hissed, spikes on his back flaring, and tried to swipe at Shruikan’s snout. The older dragon just lifted his head away and chuckled mightily. His shuddering body making Alys laugh. Thorn eased but glared at Shruikan even as Murtagh attempted to comfort him.

The clearing was warm, and the light was tinted green from the leaves above. Each leaf came from slender branches that all joined into three large trees, trunks thicker than Shruikan’s original neck. There was a fourth tree, though. It was ash-white, brittle and devoid of any luscious branches like the others.

It made Alys’ heart heavy, bleeding into Shruikan to make her sadness his. Whatever the others were discussing didn’t involve her, but she could help the tree. Healing was her business. It was ironic at a moment like this.

To soothe her sorrow, Shruikan walked to the tree, padding around the group silently. He sniffed at its crumbling bark, causing it to turn to dust by his faintest breath. Do you think it was as mighty as the others?

Probably, she sighed sadly and touched its trunk. A pale powder layered her palm. But the others grew quicker, taking its sunlight. She drew in a breath and whispered faintly. Her wrist shone green as the enchantment got to work. The bark grew strong first, then the trunk extended, and branches grew from it, lined with little green buds.

Shruikan stared as the tree was brought back to life, his heart buzzing and tail spiked like a giddy dragonling.

Alys watched for a moment after it was done, and some buds above the canopy bloomed. “Much better.” She felt the other’s gazes on her, and she turned to face them in unison with Shruikan.

“Let’s go to Ellesméra.” Arya stepped forward. “Let’s get you to Ugauc.”

Shruikan turned himself towards the group and loosened his wings.

#shruikan's rider #shruikan #sr #inheritance cycle #dragon #dragon short story

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financialflexibility · 6 days ago

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How to Achieve Financial Stability in an Unpredictable World

Discover practical strategies for managing your finances, building an emergency fund, and achieving financial stability. Learn how modern tools can help you navigate unexpected costs.

Navigating the world of personal finance can often feel like trekking through an unpredictable wilderness. One moment, the path is clear, and the next, an unexpected expense pops up like a sudden storm, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Achieving a state of financial stability is the ultimate goal for most people, but getting there requires planning, discipline, and access to the right tools. The journey is about creating a buffer that protects you from life’s financial surprises, allowing you to manage your money with confidence rather than fear.

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One app that stands out is Gerald. It functions as a BNPL and cash advance app with a truly zero-fee structure. There are no interest charges, no subscription fees, no late fees, and no fees for transferring your cash advance. Gerald’s unique model allows you to unlock a fee-free cash advance transfer after making a purchase with a Buy Now, Pay Later advance. This system ensures you get the financial flexibility you need without the hidden costs that are common with other services. For those with supported banks, an instant cash advance app transfer is also available at no cost, which is a significant departure from competitors that charge a premium for faster access to your money. If you're looking for a tool to help you manage unexpected expenses responsibly, exploring what Gerald offers at https://joingerald.com/how-it-works could be a game-changer for your financial strategy.

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snak3ygohisss · 15 days ago

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*-* | Slayer Shenanigans | *-*

A/N: hi there!! i decided that why not write some fics about my Demon Slayer OC, Romi Danako, with Giyu Tomioka in their childhood? And here’s something to know so that you don’t end up misunderstanding things: 1. This is my DS AU, therefore a couple things are changed, so please respect that 2. Romi is lesbian, and Giyu is gay (do not come after me, it is MY AU :3) 3. They have a sister and brother relationship, pls don’t ship them >.< okay that’s it sorry for like putting an entire paragraph!

Also- reminder again (I AM SO SORRY): Giyu is 14 and Romi is 12 in this rn since it’s childhood.

Romi: “Giyu. Giyu. Giyu. Giyu.”

The girl poked Giyu Tomioka’s face every time she let out the syllables of his name. He sighed.

Giyu: “..What?”

Romi: “Please, please, pleaaaassseeeeeee can we go down to the river? Please?”

Giyu: “You heard Urokodaki-san. No way.”

She groaned.

Romi: “Rules, rules, rules! You’re such a lame person!”

Giyu: “Hey, I’m not lame! I’m just keeping us safe! There’s probably a very good reason he prohibited us from going to the river.”

Romi: “That we should find out! You don’t look at any possibilities, Yuu! Think of all you could see!”

Giyu: “All I can see is your stupid decisions.”

Romi: “Fine, be like that. I’ll go without you. And I’ll show you, I’m just fine!”

Giyu: “What? No! You only just completed Final Selection a week ago! You have still much to learn, get back here!”

As you could’ve guessed, it took a lot of chasing, and some additional tickling, but she convinced him either way.

Romi: “Now? Please?”

Giyu was still slightly out of breath, more so from running and being relentlessly tickled.

Giyu: “..Fine..but..I’m blaming you..if we die..”

Romi: “Don’t be silly, we won’t die.”

The two walked a small journey, not that far, to the riverside.

Giyu: “Woah..”

Romi: “See? Urokodaki-san doesn’t know what he’s talking about, this place is amazing!”

Giyu: “..Hm..I’m still not admitting anything. But it is nice here..”

Romi: “Yeah! The sound of the water, the trees, the view, it’s all so beauti-”

She was interrupted by the sound of bushes rustling unusually. It seems they were not alone.

Giyu: “..What..was that?”

Romi: “Um..I don’t know..”

Before anything, Giyu quickly took the girl’s hand and lead them away quickly.

Romi: “Hey- wait! We only just got here!!”

Giyu: “Doesn’t matter, we’re not alone!”

The two ran all the way back to Sakonji Urokodaki’s area. They rushed inside, panting and slightly terrified of whatever could’ve been there. Then, the voice they wished they wouldn’t hear.

Urokodaki: “Well, I assume the both of you went to the river? And disobeyed my rules, hm?”

Giyu sheepishly looked away, but Romi looked like she’d stand her ground.

Romi: “Well it isn’t my fault, that your rules were so specific! I was merely curious.”

Giyu nudged her arm harshly with his elbow.

Urokodaki: “Is that so? Going down to a demon-infested area? Very wise, I must say.”

Giyu: “I-I told her not to, she made me!”

Romi: “Hey, that’s because I knew you were curious too!”

Giyu: “Were not!”

Romi: “Were too!”

Urokodaki: “Enough of this. To your rooms, both of you. You’re not going anywhere outside unless it’s the training grounds, and for how long? Until I think you’re ready for it again.”

Romi: “W-What? Bu-”

Giyu quickly interrupted her by dragging her upstairs.

Giyu: “You’re one idiot, thanks a lot, now we can’t go anywhere at all.”

Romi: “I didn’t mean to..I just wanted to s-”

Giyu: “Forget what you wanted, my god! Damn you, you brat!”

Giyu said nothing more, turning to go to his room. Romi was left there, hurt and guilty. She stood there, thinking hardly on what whe had done, and came to a decision. It was time to disobey Urokodaki one more time..and for her own good.

You guys want a part 2? I’ll write a part 2 later, just let me know if you liked it so far :) ! (I do take commissions for fics)

#writers on tumblr #demon slayer #demon slayer oc #kny #snakey #giyu tomioka #romi danako

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volcanicobservervigil · 1 month ago

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Escape from the Planet of the Apes 1971 Review

Escape from the Planet of the Apes marks a complete reset for the saga as it was bound to happen considering the world as we know was destroyed in Beneath. It is an amusing movie and quite fundamentally a comedy with some funny bits appearing throughout, serving effectively as a retread of the first movie. Zira (Kin Hunter) and Cornelius (Roddy McDowall) go back in time and instead of their intended destination, the date is set in the year 1971 where an intelligent population of humans speaks, but is at a loss for what to do with them. And Zira and Cornelius show up with another chimp, Milo (Sal Mineo, Rebel without a Pause). They first bring Zira and Cornelius to the Los Angeles Zoo, and place them in a cage next to a gorilla which tries to speak. However, both of them appear to comprehend the dialogue spoken by the humans, even though they remain mute. There are no humans in sight, and the duo talk about how their journey made them witness the destruction of Earth, and seem to have turned back in time to an epoch where apes don’t talk. Zira makes her first utterance when Dr. Lewis Dixon and Dr. Stephanie Branton (Natalie Trundy, who played a mutant in Beneath the Planet of the Apes) are trying to gauge her level of intelligence. As the dignitaries walk out in utter disbelief, Milo is being strangled by the gorilla in the adjacent cage. After Milo’s corpse is removed, Dr. Dixon returns to communicate with what is left of the chimpanzees. They appear to be getting along. The next scene is of the president and he has formed a US Commission for the Study of the Talking Chimpanzees because he does not know that they are capable of speech. From the President, we gather information that we suspected: The shuttle used by the apes was indeed Taylor’s. Dixon sets the apes for the commission, telling them he will tell the world they can talk and then they will respond to a few simple questions. They use witty answers to capture the audience’s attention and sympathy. However, they do incur the animosity of one committee member, the President’s Science Advisor Dr. Otto Hasslein. He is incensed when Zira comes close to saying that she had done some dissection work on humans. Ultimately, they assert that they come from a future Earth.

Post meeting the commission, Zira and Cornelius informed Louis and Stephanie that yes, they were acquainted with Taylor, but there is no way he is alive because they witnessed the destruction of Earth. In a television interview, Hasslein publicly states considering the theory of the apes coming from the future to be the only rational explanation left. Zira and Cornelius see it on the television and learn that they will be liberated from the zoo and moved to a hotel where they would be taken on a tour around the city. This follows an edit of the two wonder chimpanzees going on a shopping spree and throwing a party where they give countless interviews. As with the previous film, the ridiculous approach to storytelling is very entertaining and perhaps the most welcome change the franchise needed after the last movie. It is quite an unusual film, and I’ll be honest, I do enjoy it. However, circumstances shift when Zira discloses her pregnancy in the presence of Hasslein, who intoxicates her to satisfy his dubious inquiries. She explains to him that Earth was destroyed, which he records and subsequently presents to the President, who is markedly unconcerned. Hasslein desires the extermination of the apes, and the President makes the association to King Herod. Eventually, he does grant the apes permission to be subjected to what is termed ‘interrogation’ by Hasslein, albeit with less lie gentleness. During the interrogation, Cornelius explains how the apes rose from a period in history when humanity was afflicted with a plague that resulted in the development of the primitive man's best friend. He continues to explain how over time, apes evolved into pets capable of responding to their owners and eventually leads to Aldo, the first ape ever capable of speech, exclaiming “No.” Zira’s case, in the view of Hasslein, truthfully emphasizes the point she hovered on the word “dissected” with a gavel. He calls Dr. Dixon to administer a dose that boundaries Zira's consciousness and is free from any measurement of control. She is forced to talk about the dissections that were actually performed, amongst other things. That is the evidence that Hasslein brings to the commission and starts a vote that is passed unanimously that Zira’s child must not be caesarian and should be made into permanent nonparents.

Escape from the Planet of the Apes 1971 Watch Free on Fmovies Zira and Cornelius manage to escape out of the camp—not far however before Zira begins labor. Cornelius returns to the barracks for medical staff, only to learn someone is claiming he murdered someone when he had actually overshot capturing someone with a gun who took an unintentional spill. With Dr. Branton's assistance, it becomes necessary to escort Zira to the liberated area. We are then introduced to the best character of the movie about an hour and 12 minutes in, as Branton and Dixon enlist the assistance of a circus runner, Armando, played by Ricardo Montalban from TV’s Fantasy Island. Armando held captive two chimpanzees, a baby included, and plans to conceal the new baby he received. They named the new chimpanzee Milo. While Mulligan had specifically instructed Hasslein to search all circuses and zoos, armando sees them off. Most enjoyable to see Montalban in anything, no matter how small the role is. In his farewell to Lewis and Stephanie, Cornelius asks for a manner in which they could ‘self-destruct’ if caught, and Lewis provides a revolver. The plan is for Cornelius and Zira to lay low in an old shipyard until the police activity dies down, then rejoin the circus as it moves south to Florida. The authorities come across Zira's suitcase and Hasslein is off to search for them without any help from Lewis and Stephanie, who have their own plans to aid. Hasslein pursues the apes after discovering them on a ship, armed. Zira and her baby get shot by Hasslein, who is also confronted by cops, military forces, Stephanie, and Lewis. As Zira’s enraged husband, Cornelius retaliates by shooting Hasslein but pays with his life courtesy of police gunfire. In her final moments, Zira throws the infant overboard. Before the circus shuts down, Armando tells the baby chimp said to be Zira and Cornelius's offspring to “Momma” over and over again, revealing his true identity in a weird looped shot. It’s yet another very compelling conclusion. It’s grim, yet you can still feel a sense of optimism while leaving room for potential sequels. The movie does change its tone quite often, but manages to remain witty. The blend of comedic elements with additional seriousness and subtly threatening undertones make the film much more dynamic and interesting to watch.

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jennyblogss · 2 months ago

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Building a Hyperlocal Food Delivery Network with Delivery Bee

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How to Balance Work-Life as a Real Estate Agent

The Real Estate Hustle: A Double-Edged Sword

Real estate isn't your typical desk job. It's exhilarating, people-driven, and financially rewarding. But here’s the catch—it doesn’t stop. Weekends melt into weekdays. Vacations can get hijacked by urgent client calls. Balancing it all is the ultimate power move.

Defining Boundaries Without Guilt

Clients will always push for your time. It’s your job to teach them where the line is. Create office hours, and more importantly, stick to them. A polite but firm “I’ll follow up first thing tomorrow” can go a long way.

Embrace the Art of Time-Blocking

Split your day like a maestro conducting an orchestra. Mornings for showings, afternoons for admin, evenings for life. Color-code your calendar. Protect your blocks like your business depends on them because it does.

Smart Tech, Smarter Time

Automate the routine. CRM tools can handle lead follow-ups. Virtual tour apps cut travel time. Use appointment schedulers that eliminate endless back-and-forth emails. Let your software hustle while you breathe.

Delegate Like a Boss

Perfectionism kills productivity. Hire a virtual assistant for email triage or social media posts. Partner with a stager or photographer. Handing off the busywork means more headspace for what truly matters.

Prioritize Your Own Energy

Fuel yourself like a high-performance engine. That means meal prepping over drive-thru runs. Stretch between meetings. Walk away from the screen for five quiet minutes. Guard your wellness like your commission check.

Make Downtime Non-Negotiable

Book relaxation into your calendar just like a client showing. Yoga class? Block it. Movie night with family? It’s sacred. Treat personal time like business time, non-refundable.

Reassess What “Success” Looks Like

It’s not about how many hours you grind. It’s about how smartly you work. Would you rather brag about 80-hour weeks or a life where you crush goals and still have time for sunsets?

Keep Learning, Keep Growing

Training isn’t a luxury. It’s an accelerator. When you master negotiation or digital marketing, you work faster, close better, and reclaim hours you once wasted.

Build Your Support Crew

You don’t need to solo this journey. Join local agent groups. Text a fellow realtor who “gets it.” A good vent session can do wonders. And that priceless tip about handling no-show clients is pure gold.

Know When to Say “No”

Not every client is a good fit. Some drain your energy and disrespect your time. Walk away gracefully. Protecting your peace is a success, not a loss.

Designate Device-Free Zones

Your dining table is a sacred zone. Your bedroom is a sanctuary. No dings, no pings, no last-minute deal alerts. Give your brain room to rest.

Establish Morning and Evening Rituals

Mornings set your tone. Evenings reset your mind. Whether it’s five minutes of journaling or sipping tea in silence, bookend your day with intention.

Simplify Your Systems

Less chaos, more clarity. Create templates for contracts, checklists for closings, and systems that prevent the “what did I forget” spiral.

Be Transparent with Clients

Clients appreciate honesty. Let them know your process, your hours, and how you’ll communicate. Setting expectations early leads to mutual respect.

Nurture Your Non-Work Identity

You are not just an agent. You’re a parent, a friend, a hiker, a guitarist, a volunteer. Keep your identity multifaceted. It’s your best mental shield.

Create a Sanctuary Office Space

Whether it’s a corner desk or a full-blown home office, make it peaceful. Plants, good lighting, and a tidy desk can transform your workday mood.

Review and Reflect Weekly

Every week, ask: What drained me? What filled my cup? Use your answers to tweak your schedule and stay aligned with what actually matters.

Embrace Flexibility with Limits

Yes, your job is unpredictable. But don’t let that be an excuse to abandon structure. Build wiggle room into your day, not chaos.

Celebrate Your Wins Big and Small

Closed a deal? Celebrate. Navigated a tough call with grace? Toast yourself. These moments refuel your passion and help you keep going.

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enchantedalyx · 8 months ago

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Crawling my way back to digital art: A story of my art journey

Hi, I'm Alyx. I'm writing this post to share my art journey story and to hopefully inspire other artists to get their spark back and create art again, especially to those who have also stopped creating due to getting burnt out from art/life, but all along or recently have been aching to return.

So, here goes my story:

The first digital painting I created was when I was a little kid. My software: Microsoft Paint. My painting: the classic house drawing composed of the basic shapes surrounded by all the nature elements – trees, flowers, a smiling sun in the corner or in between the mountains, butterflies, and all that. I loved art class the most (hated PE the most). I graduated elementary school with the "Best in Coloring" award. I also got all the "Best in Science" award and all that, but what made me the happiest was the art-related one. I really loved coloring. I love colors.

And then everything changed when the fire nation attacked: I got into a science high school.

A little open secret: Our high school contract doesn't allow students to enroll in a non-science course in college unless we pay millions so... you get where this story is going.

In high school, I had been sketching here and there, but never fully; algebra & chemistry was killing my brain. By the near-end of it, during the review for college entrance exams and on our 4-month vacation after graduation, I was really craving to digitally paint again (all along). I joined DeviantArt (but my initial account is gone because I deleted it... lesson learned: don't), tried entering contests (submitted traditional and digital pieces but never won a single one), and just drew and painted whatever I liked (mostly girls) in anime style. This time, I installed and used PaintTool SAI and used my laptop touchpad or mouse to paint and/or make lines.

I enjoyed the seemingly little time I had before the fire nation attacked again: I got into college with a really toxic science-related course that damaged my mental health. Again, algebra & chemistry, my life-long nemesis.

These were the darkest years I've had in my life for several reasons other than academics, but the journey through this dark tunnel has been dragging on for so long that when I was just about to come up for air, the pandemic happened. Wow, it really doesn't end. Back then, we didn't know when and how the pandemic will end, right?

I thought, if the world was ending, I might as well be spending my remaining time on earth creating art.

There was so much more I wanted to do; wanted to paint; wanted to learn. I refuse to die without achieving all that.

So, after graduating and getting my degree (alive, thankfully), it was time for the board exam review (I hated it). Back then, everything was held online. There were times when (plenty) that I find myself fingerpainting portraits on my mobile phone instead of listening attentively to the board exam instructor. I joined the art community on Twitter and got exposed to so various art styles and talented artists. Since the exam schedule got postponed and postponed, I had a bit of time on my hands.

August 2020: I got my very first pen tablet! Of course, with the limited time I have (before I face the reality that I need to take the board exam and get a job to survive this capitalistic world), I spent my nights and hours painting like a madwoman. I skipped learning the basics because I felt like my time was running out. I just drew whatever I wanted (again, anime, girls, and portrait art mostly), became active in the Twitter community and interacted with fellow artists, did commissions, joined DTIYs, participated in some free art talks and workshops online, made art for my friends, etc.

April 2021: I was able to upgrade my equipment and bought an affordable pen display using commission earnings! I was really so happy with it. Don't let anyone tell you equipment don't matter, and passion would suffice. My output was better quality-wise; the even the painting process I found more enjoyable.

Shortly after then, my time has ran out.

I took the board exam, passed and got my license, got a corporate job to pay the bills... you know, the typical path you follow to survive. I work in a field I'm really interested in and been learning a lot from, but it had me so burnt out in all aspects during the first 2 years or so that I basically had no time for anything else, even myself. Life had been playing its hardest games too. Eventually, I hid myself from the art community and kind of accepted one night that if I want to survive, I cannot pursue art in this lifetime.

Well, that sounded so depressing (it is) so let's skip to the part where I'm (trying to be) *drumrolls* back ;w; Right now, I'm blessed with a bit of overall balance in my life – time, security, energy, health, and passion.

This year 2024, I was able to wander through art exhibits, galleries, events, museums; was able to traditionally sketch something again last February and June; finished a digital painting piece to retrace my process last August; and ongoing some art classes/lesson assignments September-October 2024 (currently anatomy~). It really is a big thing to me that I'm incorporating art into my life again little by little.

You know, I think consistency is different from person to person. To me, being consistent is being able to show up at least once or twice a month to have a digital painting session or doing my lessons – because that's what I'm capable of giving right now whilst trying to survive in this world; doesn't matter if I finish a piece or a lesson, at least I made even a tiny bit of progress. Afterall, small progress is still progress, right?

I guess, what I wanted to say is that:

You can pick up your pen (stylus) and start again.

(And that I really am thankful to everyone – creators who have inspired me, art mutuals, clients, and everyone who has supported my art in any way.)

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