#and the power has never gone out. granted i do live in an apartment. but still

[sanguith]

I had to look up "causes for carbon monoxide inside home" online because I kept being reminded that CO detectors are common in america for personal home use but I could genuinely not think of a single reason why carbon monoxide could form inside someone's living space unless they had a fireplace on at all times and terrible ventilation, but then I remember how non-electric stoves are so common in america and everyone has cars in a garage that is directly connected to the house or whatever and it made sense

[esyra]

Haven't heard from family in days. I feel like it's time to accept they're gone. I know in my heart Palestine will, one day, be free, but it wasn't supposed to be like this.

We feared another Nakba, and it happened. 700,000 pushed out of their homes in 1948 to 1 million being forced to leave their homes in 2023.

We thought it couldn't get worse or more deadly than the Israeli invasion in 2014, and it happened. We lost 2,251 people in 50 days then. Now we're past 2,300 in one week.

What I heard most from my grandmother the first days it's that "this time is different". And I feel like a rock is crushing my heart in pieces because i've been hoping that speaking out, teaching people about the historical oppresion of Palestine would help but it's not helping. Nothing is changing.

I feel like I'm screaming into a void. There's some sympathy from people online, until I see content documenting Palestinian oppresion being flagged as 'hate speech' or check the comments of any updates on Gaza and it's: "blame it on hamas", "tell them to give up hamas", "the hamas asked for it". They're not even among civilians!!!!!

My heart feels full seeing the manifestations in favor of Palestine, then I see police forces breaking protests apart and remember that the people that can actually save Gaza don't care.

If there's nothing left to do but to watch the extermination of my people, then I'm going to beg for anyone reading this to please don't forget. Please.

Israel is hiding behind Judaism to commit genocide against Gaza. Netanyahu supported the Hamas militant group to prevent the establishment of the Palestine State, and now he's using them to justify his agenda of ethnic cleansing. He abandoned Israelis and left them to die because he cares more about seeing Gazans dead!

Every single person and institution supporting and financing Israel is complicit. I hope the deaths of every Palestinian haunts you for the rest of your lives and that you never find an ounce of forgiveness, for you do not deserve it.

Just as in the Iraq War, the US government is financing and cheering for the slaughter of millions of innocent Arab lives. The media is complicit by engaging in biased propaganda and other nuclear powers, such as the UK and Germany, are complicit too. You are fascists and war criminals and every drop of Palestinian blood is in your hands. I hope every single day, for the rest of your lives, you look in the mirror and see nothing but the blood you've helped spill.

This serves as yet another proof that not a single Western in a position of power, be it in the media or in government, sees Arabs as humans beings.

For decades, the US has comitted terrorism and crimes against humanity in the Middle East and has NEVER been held accountable. Over one million in Iraq; over 150,000 in Afghanistan; and now they'll turn Gaza into a graveyard. Punishing selected soldiers over the years does not erase the fact that the American military and its government validates their crimes during execution and are never punished for it.

Please never forget: Joe Biden is a genocidal terrorist, Rishi Sunak is a genocidal terrorist, the American Democrat Party and UK's Labour Party are led by genocidal terrorists, the European Union is led by genocidal terrorists, fuckass Walt Disney Company is led by genocidal terrorists; every celebrity that called for Palestinian death or stood by silently while ignoring our suffering is a genocidal terrorist.

May Allah protect the people in Palestine and grant the martyrs the highest level of Jannah. Wallah what keeps me here is knowing that the Akhirah is theirs. May Almighty Allah grant us imaan and Taqwa as high as the people of Gaza. Ameen.

[bubuslutty]

cod word vomit

title: the bear in the witch's hut.

pairing: witch fem!reader x captain John price

word count: 1k

a/n: I had to write this out or I'll throw up. I'm so in love with this man it's actually so fucking pathetic. he should spit in my mouth and make me his already.

fantasy/medieval au where the British island is at war and most of the neighbouring countries are at war with each other.

Not only human lives are used for the pursuit of power, but also animals, magical creatures, mages, and anything in between, soiling the earth in vain.

This has been going on for years, and hope seems to be lost year by year, more people are dying of disease, curses and hunger, or straight out killed by enemies.

Everything seems almost lost when a woman rises amidst hopeless war generals and kings, demanding she would create her own unit, to find a solution to these massacres.

That was Kate Laswell.

Along the way she collects a bunch of unique people, making it their own mission to do the impossible, stop the war, at all costs, by any means necessary.

John Price was the captain, the leading man of their unit, and the man who trusted Laswell to guide them, and who also trusted him in exchange. The man has been in the army for gods knows how long. The war started a couple of years after he was born, so he pretty much lived his whole life in the middle of the said war.

John couldn’t sit and watch people he knew and loved get killed and families getting ripped apart, so he enlisted as soon as he was of age, leaving to war and leaving his sick father and weeping mum behind.

The man has seen and been through a lot. He has been through so much and yet he hasn’t given up, yet. And to keep him going, he was granted leave once in a while, to visit his dad and mum back on their farm. And then one day, the village nearby gets attacked while John is at home, with his parents, and he gets his sword and goes down to help.

Enemy troops are out there, out for blood. And no matter how many soldiers John slays, they keep coming, and he realises he’s outnumbered, they’re outnumbered, him and the few men and women who can still walk on both feet and carry the weight of metal on wooden handles.

Then like an answered prayer, rhythmic gallops shake the ground. A hot gust of wind hits John on the face, making him hold his breath and lock eyes with her.

A witch on a high dark horse, eyes and hands glowing as the soldiers around them start to burn alive. Of course, she wasn’t the only one, there were more witches that came out of nowhere to defend the village from the enemy troops. But John couldn’t give less of a fuck about any other witch but the one who jumped down her horse, no a trace of fear in her face and teeth bared as she burns her enemies without even touching them.

And John is soooo royally fucked, his eyes are stuck on her face, and everything is happening in slow motion in his head, that is until he notices a soldier running behind her, sword in hand, and he reacts in half a second and sticks his sword in the man’s throat, right over her shoulder. And oh, her eyes are so much prettier up close.

Things happen, and a couple of leaves later, he ends up getting married under a sessile oak tree to the witch he never thought he would love so fast and so deeply. His mum is at his side, his dad is buried down at the cemetery, and a neighbour was kind enough to marry them off and Kyle, or Gaz, was there as a witness. And it is so far, John’s happiest day in his life.

However, war was still happening and John was needed to lead soldiers for country and Queen. So he was more gone than present, but his dear witch understood and never made him feel guilty for being needed elsewhere other than her side or his mother’s. After all, she too has a job to do and it’s to protect their village and the innocent and vulnerable.

This goes on for about a year until the witch had enough and decides to pack up and leave, but without making sure John’s mum was somewhere safe. Nothing improved and things were getting worse and worse, no matter how hard she tried, and no matter how hard the witches tried their best to heal, to rebuild, to protect, it was not nearly enough.

She travels day and night, on her trusty horse, and crosses rivers, forests, and mountains to reach John’s current base. And fate was on her side because when she arrived, they only arrived two days ago back from a mission. John was shocked at first, immediately assuming the worst, maybe the whole village burned down, maybe the farm was attacked and they got his mum, maybe-

His dearest reassures him, telling him everything is fine, as fine as anything could be in war at least. And John kisses her like he doesn’t need to breathe, and then he realises with a shudder that everything is about to change with the arrival of his wife. What’s not going to change is the snickers and annoying teasing of his men, now worse that they get to actually meet the woman who so easily wrapped him around her finger.

Hope and determination swell in his chest now that his love is by his side. And she proves herself to be a great asset already because as soon as she notices the ugly bash on Soap’s forehead, she corners him and fixes him up with a whisper and a caress of her hand.

John feels stronger, more focused and more relaxed, his shoulders tensing less every time he hears her voice or sees her walk by, busying herself around the base. But he also feels more anxious, and the responsibility gets heavier on his shoulders, because not only he has to watch out for his men, but also for the love of his life. He can’t fail her. He’ll do anything in his power to get her the future she wants, a humble home, a piece of land and little feet running around, screams and laughs bouncing off the walls, calling for their momma and daddy.

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[dreamseersystem]

So, I decided to write a little bit on my version of Ccino, Frappe. This is before he took on the new nickname and the Multiverse changed in Sibverse. Enjoy!

Sans didn't know where he was. It was foggy, and everywhere he looked the fog seem to have no end in sight nor was there any features sticking out of it. He was confused about where he was. One moment he was home, trying to figure out what was going on and why he was having nightmares and memory issues, the next he was here. Everyone else was gone. He looked down at himself and noticed he was see through, the only thing that seem solid was his SOUL that shone brightly instead his transparent chest.

"What is happening to me? Where am I?" Sans asked as he tried to walk around the fog.

"Good questions. But both are boring and simple answers," a voice said. Sans looked around to try and pinpoint where it was coming from.

"Hello?" He called out.

"No need to shout. Look down," the voice said. Sans looked down and noticed, a twin tail cat that seemed to be made of light?

"Wha...?"

"I am a cat, but I am also not. But unfortunately I have no name to give you for I now have none," the cat said. "The best I can give you is an old title. The Guardian of Gossip and Whispers."

"I don't..."

"Understand? Well you wouldn't. You stayed in your universe until it simply fell apart due to the Resets. The new vessel for the Destroyer has yet to awaken, still playing his own story he will never remember," the cat said.

"It fell apart? Then am I?"

"Dead? Yes and no. Your body still exists, but it has been shattered in the void. And your SOUL ended up in this place between life and death awaiting the Reaper's claim that will never come. If the body is not dust, the Reaper cannot hear the call of the lost SOUL. What an unfortunate fate to have," the cat talked as he walked around Sans, his twin tails swishing around his legs.

"So... The same thing that happened to my brother," Sans said. "At least what I gathered." If his body still exists, then he should still be able to... He reached out to it and felt pain. A pain so intense, he shied away and crumbled to the ground.

"I wouldn't do that again unless you are prepare to feel the pain of a thousand shards of your body in different places. Might be possible to pull yourself together, but you would still be stuck in the void with no home to return to," the cat said.

"What do I do? I don't want to stay here... I need to... What even happened?" Sans asked.

"Chara happened. As it usually does with genocidal universes. Except they never gave up, nor did you go crazy. Well, you almost did, but you were persistent in lasting. 1,000 Resets. 1,000 lifetimes living the same few years until Chara walks in and kills everyone, including yourself. A million saves fighting the monster the fallen child became as it mocked you each round. They went until they themselves shattered to the Reset screen. And everything unraveled at the seams until you were here, since unlike the rest of your family and friends, you were connected to the void and power," the cat explained.

Sans tried to understand. He was smart right? He recalled being smart, working in the lab in his youth with his brother, but for some reason, he felt himself slipping away. Was this place doing that to him? "What do I do now then?" The cat got into his lap as he sat down.

"Well... You could just remain here, be a lost SOUL until Reaper comes upon you be accident or you fade to nothing. Or..." The cat seem to grin at him. "You can listen to my offer."

"Your offer?" Sans asked.

"Indeed. You see I am sort of retired from my position as god and guardian. But alas, fading away is not an option for me. The Multiverse still needs its God of Communication. Became my vessel and you will be granted immortality and magic beyond your understanding," the cat said.

Sans looked at the cat as he petted it in his lap. The light felt strange and old under his fingers. "What exactly is your role?"

"To listen, to gather information, to gain an understanding of everything around you. Though I am not Knowledge," the cat explained.

"I deal with people and events more than simple knowledge. You will find out a person's darkest secrets through the voices that come and whispers that follow. You will get a feel on the state of the Multiverse. People will come to you to bare their SOULs of secrets, worries, and woes abd you can choose how to handle them. I am not a God of Kindness nor am I one of Evil. I am as True Neutral as they come," the cat finished.

"So... Would I be allowed to help them?" Sans asked.

"Yes. You can do whatever you desire with the magic. I will not put limits on it. It is not my place to do so," the cat said. "The power grants you your own little universe to work from. One you can control everything about it. You need somewhere people will come after all."

Sans nodded. It reminded him what he used to help his brother with. Their little cafe. Papyrus taught him how to make all kinds of drinks and people would come in to drink, talk, and even talk to them about worries and woes. It was tempting, with what the cat offered. He'll miss his little brother and his friends. But if he could live for them...

"You decided." It was not a question.

"I have. I will accept your offer. I don't want to be stuck here. I want to live for my brother and friends," Sans said. The cat moved out of his lap to face him.

"Then to make the bond between us so I may give your vessel the power, you need to name me. You should name yourself as well. You are just one Sans of many right now, and you will became more after that. Take your time," the cat said.

Sans pondered at that. A new name for himself? One of many Sans? That was confusing, but the cat did say Multiverse, so it must mean there is more than one universe with him in it. He tried to think of something. What felt right to name himself? His mind went back to when Papyrus wanted to set up the cafe. He worked so hard making the place and then teaching him how to make drinks. His first drink was...

"Ccino," he said at last. "Call me Ccino."

"Interesting name," the cat said. "Now to bond, you need to name me." Its eye glowed a bright gold.

"Latte," Ccino decided. The cat seem to jump into him and he gasped. It wasn't pain, but... It felt like light. A warmth inside of him and his body seem to solidify and take form. He felt... Whole again.

*(Hmm... Interesting pattern,)* Latte said as they looked over their own solid cat body. A mixture of cream and light brown colorings on his fur, and on his back, white markings that spread out like common latte art.

"I can still understand you, but you're not talking," Ccino said.

*(I am, just not spoken speech anymore. Seems I lost that ability, but you should be able to understand other cats now,)* Latte said.

"That's curious. Why a cat?" Ccino asked.

*(Because that is the form that fits me best. But if you felt connected to another type of animal, I would have taken that form,)* Latte explained. *(Come we have a lot of work to do, and I doubt you want to stay in this depressing place.)* Ccino nodded and followed behind him as his training began.

Immortality was strange to Ccino. He felt disconnected from mortals now. The other Guardians were interesting at least. It took time, but Latte taught him how to use his powers, make this little cafe as a place to gather gossip and secrets. He controlled everything about the au he made and controlled who could enter or not if he needed to. He made a list of rules since he wanted this to be a safe place for everyone.

What surprised them the most was when the cats started appearing. Cats that seem connected to Sans or Papyrus counterparts throughout the Multiverse. And a few Gasters it looked like. Latte was just as surprised, but accepted the new companions.

Ccino went out of his way to redesign the place to make sure his new charges were comfortable. The cats made things a bit easier. They seem to know everything about their alters so the voices he would hear lessen because of it.

Both he and Latte agreed that it was probably the magic's way of making it easier on Ccino to handle his power. So they accepted the cats, and only Ccino would be able to understand them.

Then one day when he went to open the cafe, he found a box, two small kittens were curled together inside of it, each wearing a little circlet on their head. Latte took an interest as well.

*(New guardians. Emotions I believe,)* he said.

"Oh? You can tell?" Ccino asked as he picked up the kittens and held them close to his chest. They mewed and cried at him.

*(Yes. The magic they radiate proves it. So young too. You're gonna have to bottle feed them,)* Latte said.

"Maybe that mother that just lost her kits can help. Isn't she lactating still?" Ccino asked.

*(You can try. Wouldn't hurt,)* Latte said. *(Things will get more interesting. I wonder how they will grow.)*

Ccino closed his eyes as he listened to the voices for a bit. "A hard road, but for now, all we can do is nurture the little ones here. I feel getting involved with their counterparts will end is more disaster. So what shall their names be?"

Latte pondered on that. *(Nightmare and Dream.)*

[practically-an-x-man]

Nikoletta + Abner power swap AU?

Ooooooooh I love the potential dynamics in this one!!

Send a Pairing + AU Setting

What's really interesting about this one is that in the original, Nikoletta is a formidable person with relatively harmless powers, and Abner is a relatively passive person with incredibly destructive powers. Instead...

Abner escapes his mother much earlier, by slipping away to the shadows the same way Nikoletta escapes STAR Labs in the original. From there, he keeps his head down - the shadow-touch isn't too bad since he already doesn't interact much with other people, and his powers as a whole become a bit of a mystery to others around him. Rather than Nikoletta using her shadow-touch as a gateway between locations in the real world, Abner uses it as a home location to return to when he has nowhere else to go. There are times when he spends longer in the shadow realm than the ordinary one.

On Nik's end, she still abhors her powers and everything surrounding STAR Labs, only now it's a lot more destructive. She lands in Belle Reve after burning STAR Labs to the ground, and that act alone grants her a lot of reputation. She holds her head high, even with a power dampener on (everyone knows, if she really exerted herself, it wouldn't make much of a difference), until everyone in Belle Reve knows she could burn the place to the ground if they crossed her.

So she does. Waller tries to put her on the Corto Maltese mission, the others are getting on her nerves, so she decides... she's done with this place. It goes up in flames like STAR Labs. The court debates putting her in Arkham, the only place more secure than Belle Reve, but it's tossed away in the end. If she gets out, that's both their max-security metahuman prisons gone, and they put her on probation instead - one slip-up and she's in Arkham, but aside from that she's in the clear.

But burning down Belle Reve has set a lot of supervillains free, and everyone who survived the ordeal is now hell-bent on getting revenge on the woman who ruled them with an iron fist- a woman who can't do anything to fight back, because it'll end with her in full-body lockdown, power-dampened and sedated in the most notorious asylum in America.

They come for her, guns and powers blazing. She's cornered in her apartment, nowhere else to go, wondering if she should accept her death or fight and face a fate much worse...

Before she can blink, a man steps out of the shadows and grabs her by the wrists, and she's swallowed by the dark and the cold.

When she wakes up in the darkness of the shadow realm, with inky handprints like shackles around her wrists, Abner offers her a cup of water and does his best to explain the situation.

Where this leads? I'm not sure. Maybe he guides Nikoletta to another city, another country, and they never cross paths again. Or maybe they form a bond, and live out their days dancing between both realms.

[localsharkcryptid]

LARGEST of thank yous @waterloverextreme​ for asking to hear my thoughts. This is all about characters of course but I don’t feel like putting the C! before every name-

SO! *clapping hands together* Now a pretty lengthy explanation of Sam being classic dragon coded: First off there are two main portrayals of European style dragons: Benevolent & Malevolent, Sam in fact fits both.

Starting with the benevolent, ‘good’ aligned dragons are creatures who grant protection and often wisdom - Sam originally upon joining the server often went somewhat out of his way to help people, namely Tommy much to Tommy’s dislike, and it is noted that his immense building and redstone knowledge in general made him the kind of guy people would get to help them. Sam also keeps his offer to Tommy to protect or help him if he ever needs it throughout the server events, making Sam Nook and all that.

Though this changes, drastically, with the construction of the prison and Sam’s role as the warden - turning from the benevolent to malevolent interpretation. This take on dragons is the og classic fantasy style portrayal, a giant beast of fire and wrath known for their cavernous lairs, obsessive nature towards their hoards and their lethal ire. This is the warden. The warden is the dragon that guards the vault, a prison of blackstone and lava, traps and tricks, rare valuables built into it’s very foundation with netherite blocks. Sam as the warden is more serious, the kind nature gone almost entirely shoved away by sense of duty to protect- for the greater good, he knows everyone that enters, everyone that leaves, and if anything is ever amiss or stolen from his lair. His anger flares more so as the warden, he leaves nothing to chance and threats are to be dealt with. violently. While yes there are other guards of the vault but the warden never truly leaves, after all a dragon never leaves what it guards for long. Adorned in neigh impenetrable armor and armed with lethal weapons, his appearance does only aid the comparison considering dragon scales are said to be stronger than any metal and their teeth and claws sharper and more lethal than any weapon of man. Oh yeah and the whole hostage situation thing with Ranboo and Michael, kidnaping is another signature. Also it’s not uncommon in folktales for dragons to have been employed or utilized to guard something and ultimately being slain for it, which works with cannon and a personal idea of mine but I will save my tie in rant for a technical au scene/dragon slayer Punz for another day.

With how I see it, he is a benevolent dragon turned malevolent through drastic measures and his own need to protect- no matter the cost. The vault brings out a side of him that is far more brutal and cold- reptilian even- than his true nature.

Along with this, his technical immortality falls in line as well, while Sam’s is through body swapping it is still immortality- much like how most dragons are portrayed as almost ageless beasts that only become more powerful as they live. Considering my headcanons Sam follows that as well- every body being a better improvement from the last. Golden armor being apart of his base design usually, gold being eternally connected to dragons.

Both his deaths as well fall in line with methods from dragon slaying legends - struck through the eye [one of the few universal weakpoints on a dragon] and generally collapsing to numerous wounds after, left to die if you will.

Now falling into personal headcanon territory: Within my own take on them Creepers are an apex predator species that has in the modern era split off into numerous sub-species to adapt to the various biomes BUT they do have a common ancestor within the histories. Referred to as The Draken Spawn this ancient ‘origin’ beast was said to be a creature of fire and destruction, a spawn of dragons left to the world since it could not fly. With my personal design for Sam, his current body for the events of the dsmp is a genetically modified “hybrid” of numerous creeper variants: a botched Draken Spawn effectively. That’s more just design symbolism though.

There’s probably more notes I can’t remember at the moment but yeah, the creeper man is dragon coded and I swear one day I’m gonna make a cool comic thing with this concept.

[bytchysylvy]

BODY THOUGHTS ESSAY PART 3/3

SOU CAST

(they werent meant to be spoilers but i forgot to mention it before so now its going to feel like a punch i guess, brace or dodge bitch)

rydara has a lot of mixed emotions because on one hand, he is soft and buff just as the vazuvyn ideals predicted, but on the other he is highly influenced by mortal media which looks at his build and the general largeness of vazuvyr with disgust. Dont even get him started about being a trans man while being the last child of udysna in a matriarchal society we dont have time for it. He is deeply insecure about his body and the binge eating problem isn't helping.

dathevar likes to think himself as the worlds fattest fuck and hopes to get fatter actually. his weight grounds his telekinesis and makes him literally, measurably more powerful than you could ever know. Hopes you bully him for it too because thats his kink. We are dealing with a sick fuck pervert here and we are all trapped on this planet with him.

vokutlvek has what theyre calling "post occupation syndrome" which is a self explanatory catch all diagnosis. For him it looks like his heart randomly giving out and fainting, chronic fatigue, the inability to get the strength he once had back, and erectile dysfunction. Only the other syrodsik and a few doctors know about it, he's too insecure about what's going on with him to be open about it. The fact he isn't as lean as he used to be gets to him despite the fact that most vazuvyr who lived through the occupation are now chubbier than they were before it, and its seen as a good thing, because to him its a reminder of whats going on. His body takes up more space now and he has nothing to show for it. Fears one day all his strength will be gone and he will be a useless drain on his kin.

azrem is a typical anorexic. Granted it comes less from a place of appearance and more that he is hypersensitive and gaining five pounds will feel like carrying a small child on him. And he already feels weak tired and exhausted for reasons no one could possible know so he cant afford to carry around more weight. While his appearance is very much not the vazuvyn ideal for a man he knows there is a subset of those who like his body type (such as his husband) and he tries his best to stay all dolled up to maintain that boytoy look.

qamkii is a perfectly plump little juicy pear of a man. he knows what he has. no notes.

medinyolv suffers from the dysphoria of wanting to turn themself into a dragon or perhaps a griffin. Outside this, they do not think much of their body except for how annoying it is to be so, so tiny among these giants. Its hard to let beauty standards get to you when you literally do not have a body like everyone around you.

udysna much enjoys being big and soft. its not that deep, she likes to roll down hills and likes having all the cushion she can have. she doesn't think, let alone about what mortal's think of her body.

norket knows he is a creature of great beauty and should never hide

the feelings silence has toward his body are beyond words, neither in a positive or negative way just. weird to exist like this but completely natural to do so

debatable if unknown has a body but if they do then its perfect

raqa is the most insecure specimen known to science. she could blow away in the breeze at any moment and is constantly aware of this. thinness being favored by mortals doesn't make her feel any better, vazuvyn women don't look like that, they arent skinny, who wants skinny bitches. she doesn't. she was spotted in seattle in need of a fat bitch.

panatyl loves her body because she will use it to tear you apart. doesnt know who attractiveness is or what it is.

glydenoras is ok. She's at an age where she has her clique of people who are attracted and available to her. Doesn't need much else other than that. Gets a little annoyed that people will think she's pregnant and ask considering how much trauma she has around it with all but one of her children being dead.

kudelsa has the benefit of being an age-old beauty ideal. Full hourglass figure complete with a thick waist. Of course she has a good relationship with her body. Though she keeps her attire reserved because its something sacred for only a few worthy of it. Her body is a temple, she takes care of it like one.

buvikiro is in the same boat but also is a beauty ideal for mortals since he has that stupid tiny waist. Knows she's a sex symbol to both mortals and vazuvyr dresses to appeal to both groups. Her body is an amusement park, open to anyone who can pay the fee.

[shammah8]

RHAPSODY OF REALITIES

📅 FRI. 1ST DECEMBER 2023

IT’S FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE CHURCH

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“…He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His [own] right hand in the heavenly [places], Far above all rule and authority and power and dominion and every name that is named [above every title that can be conferred], not only in this age and in this world, but also in the age and the world which are to come” (Ephesians 1:20-21 AMPC).

Pastor Chris Says

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Many today still don’t understand the authority that’s vested in the Name of Jesus and the power of attorney given to us to use it. That’s why they’ve never fully enjoyed the benefits of it. Jesus has a Name that’s superior to all titles of authority in this world and in the next. So learn to use His Name.

The Weymouth New Testament describes the transcendent greatness of His power and might, the supremacy and dominion of His Name, His reign and glory both in this age and in the age to come. He’s in the “…heavenly realms, high above all other government and authority and power and dominion, and every title of sovereignty used either in this Age or in the Age to come” (Ephesians 1:18-21).

The most beautiful part is that His authority, rulership, reign and dominion are for the good of the Church: “…Christ rules over all forces, authorities, powers, and rulers. He rules over all beings in this world and will rule in the future world as well. God has put all things under the power of Christ, and for the good of the church he has made him the head of everything” (Ephesians 1:21-22 CEV).

He is all that He is for our advantage. His Name wields all the power that it wields for our benefit: “God has put all things under the authority of Christ, and he gave him this authority for the benefit of the church” (Ephesians 1:22 NLT).

Never live as a victim. Don’t live an ordinary life. Use the Name of Jesus. He said, “All authority is given unto me in heaven and in earth.” Then on the basis of that authority, He said, “Go ye therefore…” (Matthew 28:18-19).  Devils,  angels,  life,  death,  hell,  the  world, circumstances, living and non-living things hear and respond to us in His Name. Therefore, be conscious of the transcendent greatness of His Name; live and do all things in His Name (Colossians 3:17).

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The Lord Jesus is set in the heavenly places, far above all rule and authority and power and dominion and every name that’s named. Therefore, all of nature, angels and demons hear and obey when I speak, because I stand and speak in the authority of Jesus Christ. Glory to God!

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Isaiah 45:23 ;   I have sworn by myself, the word is gone out of my mouth in righteousness, and shall not return, That unto me every knee shall bow, every tongue shall swear. 

Ephesians 1:17-23 AMPC;    [For I always pray to] the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of glory, that He may grant you a spirit of wisdom and revelation [of insight into mysteries and secrets] in the [deep and intimate] knowledge of Him,

[18]  By having the eyes of your heart flooded with light, so that you can know and understand the hope to which He has called you, and how rich is His glorious inheritance in the saints (His set-apart ones),

[19]  And [so that you can know and understand] what is the immeasurable and unlimited and surpassing greatness of His power in and for us who believe, as demonstrated in the working of His mighty strength,

[20]  Which He exerted in Christ when He raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His [own] right hand in the heavenly [places],

[21]  Far above all rule and authority and power and dominion and every name that is named [above every title that can be conferred], not only in this age and in this world, but also in the age and the world which are to come.

[thedisneychef]

The Year of a Million Dreams Blue Glo-tini

My heart has such a warm spot for the Blue Glo-Tini... It’s like the Walt Disney World mixed drink mascot for me. Believe it or not (I know you won’t but that’s OK) I had never actually had much in the way of alcohol before sipping this sweet little drink back in 2008. Maybe that’s why this drink is synonymous with the adult side of Disney for me now? Now I know it’s kind of early to dub a recipe from 4 years ago a classic, but I think this certainly could be a contender. (Editor’s note… This was originally written in 2012. It’s now been 7 years, we can call this a classic recipe… Because I say so). First of all, it comes from just about the best Disney promotion in recent memory, Disney’s “Year of a Million Dreams,” a promotion that was so much fun, it lasted over 2 years and I keep hoping will come back. There were special shows, parades, characters, and people chosen at random for all sorts of special magical moments, everything from dream Fast Passes to special lanyards, pins, or Mickey ears, to overnight stays in Cinderella’s Castle, even a whirlwind trip over 15 days to every Disney theme park in the world. I wish I could tell you the excitement that came with seeing the Dream Squad with their baby blue shirts and crisp white vests walking towards you with big smiles and unlimited wish-granting potential, making your mind reel with the possibility at what you were about to receive, what wish was going to be granted… And then watching in disappointment as they choose the family in front of you to carry Dream FastPasses and take an exclusive behind-the-magic tour with an Imagineer.  Because that’s my luck. To this day I blow right through the Dinosaur gift shop because I know that the need to look at dyed agate and the same fossilized rocks sold at every knick knack store across the country cost me Dream FastPasses back in 2008.  Am I bitter?  Maybe only a little. Luckily for bad planners like me, there were a variety of special drinks available across all of the parks to help drown away the sorrow that came with losing out to a wish granted, my favorite being the Blue Glo-tini. I had my first (and second and third) drink at Coral Reef in EPCOT and I remember our server talking about  how, when he lost power due to a hurricane, all he had were the blue ice cubes served in the drink to light up his apartment for 2 days. I won’t lie, I ordered the drink for the blue light-up ice cube. I’m not much of a drinker, not a fan of martinis, and it wasn’t covered under the Disney Dining Plan and paying $8.50 for a drink was against everything I stood for. But it looked so cool, I just had to give it a shot. It was so good, I ordered two more, had one of the best meals I’ve had at Disney, and remember very little about walking back to the bus that took us to our hotel. I do remember telling a security guard he was doing a great job, though. While the “Year of a Million Dreams” is long gone, the special signature drink of the event lives on at a variety of restaurants in both the parks and at the resorts, renamed as simply the Blue Glo-tini. A word of warning: they’re stronger than you think. Looking for more adult fun from Disney? I have plenty of recipes to choose from, including the Triple Yeti Blast, the Key Lime Coconut Martini, and the Magical Star Cocktail. You know you want to try these out for your next party… They’re all incredible! How about you guys? What’s your favorite mixed drink at Disney? Are there specialty drinks you miss more than anything? Have you ever praised a cast member for their good work after having perhaps one-too-any Glo-Tinis? Read the full article

[kaidan-z]

there’s a lot of different stories i’ve thought about for him, but here’s the one that i’ve stuck to the most(and it’s probably gonna change someday)

Kendrick is just an average ass junior, falls in love with his version of a gwen stacy. nerd stereotype all honors/AP classes. Gwen introduces Kendrick to a high-tech science institute where she volunteers. while gwen was in another part of the institute, he decided to look around by himself. staring at an enclosure hes definitely not meant to be at, he gets is bitten by the radioactive spider, granting him the basic spider-man superpowers. while he struggles to control his new abilities, he becomes distant from Gwen, causing her to suspect he's cheating and break up with him. frustrated, Kendrick focuses on mastering his powers and creates a messy Spider-Man suit to patrol the city.

i said this in another post but this is the spider he got bit by �� i saw a post saying that all spider-men’s suits are loosely based on the spider they were bit by, so i saw this and went with the skull design

while all of this is happening, PRONE is having his uprising(i’m gonna explain his story some other day i still don’t have it all sorted out). PRONE discovers Kendrick's secret identity and kidnaps Gwen to lure him into a trap. kendrick rushes to save her, even though he can’t do much as he hasn’t really developed a fighting technique(which is why in his fully developed design he used guns cause he never had anybody to teach him n never took it upon himself). the fight was definitely unfair, and PRONE was getting really annoyed at how much gwen was flailing and yelling for help. nobody was coming, anyways. accidentally, but to his delight, PRONE swings his spear-type weapon to slash at kendrick but slices gwen across her chest and throat instead. she’s gone.

torn apart by the way gwen had tragically died, kendrick starts isolating himself emotionally and distancing from friends and family. he was only 16. His grief and anger cloud his judgment, making him more reckless in his fights against PRONE. of course, PRONE exploits Kendrick's instability, haunting his dreams with inescapable nightmares of the event happening over and over again.

during an emotional episode, he lashes out at his mom, and decides to go out for a walk in some fresh air. his mother was single and doing the best she could to raise her angsty teen, alongside his uncle who was doing whatever he could to help considering he lived with them but didn’t pay for shit. his uncle goes out after him, trying to go find him, which doesn’t end up well. instead of kendrick coming to his senses when confronted by his uncle, he got into another argument. while his uncle is on the way back home, annoyed and leaving kendrick to find his way back once he was done with his little fit, he gets mugged in an alley. after all of his valuables were gone, he was shot. kendrick coincidentally finds his uncle there on the brink of death, and hears the iconic words.

he stops being a hero for a while. everything is his fault, isn’t it? his uncle is dead, his first love is dead. he doesn’t talk to his mom and he’s declining in school, all because he couldn’t just fess up to gwen that he got bitten by a spider and has some powers.

his city begins to crumble at the hands of PRONE, and he decides to bring his head up once again. he can’t be upset about everything being his fault if he’s persistently ignoring everything around him.

he evolves as a character, becomes more consistent, has his whole redemption arc. i haven’t gone in depth past him beginning his redemption arc, though.

most of this i just thought of in like 10 minutes because all i have are bits and pieces of a story i once knew like the back of my hand 😭

do you have a spidersona of your own?

yeah i have a few but honestly theyre old and dusty i forgot about them

i made a post about some of them

btw here’s the drawing of kendrick (current sona)

i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate my old style😛🔪🔪🔪

i’m probably gonna do a redraw of him soon but if you want me to elaborate on his story i can ‼️ as well as his antagonist

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Surviving Sokovia - Chapter Sixteen

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Work Summary: 

You were a Sokovian orphan living on the streets of Novi Grad, until Strucker offered you a choice.

Now you are a part of his human experimentation programme, trying to survive an entirely different world of horrors. The kind boy with the beautiful eyes is the only thing that keeps you going.

This story contains dark themes. Please read the notes on chapter one for more details. Dialogue in {these brackets} is in Sokovian.

Chapter Summary: He's waiting for you.

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Word Count: 2793

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Notes:

hello I have a few notes for this one

1) sorry it's late, I was struggling with this fic last night so decided to leave it until the morning

2) it's NaNoWriMo, which means I will have less time for fic writing. I'm still aiming to upload the final chapter of this next monday but just wanted to warn you guys that there might be delays.

3) I am not Jewish but I do have Jewish heritage, so I did my best to research stuff about Jewish traditions, apologies if I got anything wrong

Warnings for smut, complicated feelings around religion, pregnancy stuff, mentions of injury, PTSD, detailed description of a foot massage(?)

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There was a gentle tapping on the door. You smoothed your hands down your stomach, cradling your bump.

“Come in!” you called. The door opened behind you. In the mirror, you saw Wanda stepping into the room.

“{Are you ready?}” she asked. “{It’s time}.” You took a deep breath, and nodded.

Wanda had put far more work into today than you had, running between you and Pietro to ensure you both had everything you needed. Pietro had tentatively befriended some of the other Avengers, but you were shyer, so Wanda was all you had.

She took your hand in hers and squeezed it. “{You look beautiful. Come on. He’s waiting for you}.”

She led you out into a vestibule. On one side of you was a door to the outside, propped open to let in a cool breeze. On the other was a set of large double doors that Wanda opened a crack and then whispered something to someone on the other side.

After a moment, she beckoned you over.  The music started up as you linked arms with her and stepped through the doors into the small chapel.

Tony had kept his word. He was paying for everything. Granted, you were keeping the ceremony small, so there wasn’t much to pay for, but it was still a relief.

Pietro’s parents had been Jewish, but never particularly religious. He’d told you that they’d barely gone to temple when he was a child, and once they were gone, he’d had nothing to tie him to his faith. You’d asked him if that made him sad, and he just shrugged.

“{If there is some higher power, then He has a lot to answer for},” he had said.

You had never really been religious either. So you kept the ceremony mostly secular, with a few concessions to Pietro’s heritage.

He stood at the end of the aisle. Your heart stuttered as you met his eyes. He was always handsome, but right now, he was devastatingly so. His dark blue suit emphasised his slender frame, only suggesting at the rippling muscles that you knew lay beneath. His bleached blond locks perfectly styled, tousled artfully. He at once looked so young, and also more like a man than you’d ever seen him. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

The rest of the Avengers were sitting on benches on either side of you, apart from Clint. He was stood beside Pietro. He was nominally the best man, as he was the Avenger Pietro was closest to, but in actual fact, Wanda had taken on both best man and maid of honour roles.

As you got closer, you could see that Pietro’s eyes were watering. You wanted to run to him then, but you were seven months pregnant and wearing very impractical shoes. It took all of your restraint not to throw yourself into his arms as soon as you were close enough.

“{You look so beautiful},” he murmured as he took your hand.

The ceremony was kept brief. Neither of you could stand for extended periods of time, and you didn’t know 90% of the attendees very well, so you were thankful for that. Although most of the audience only spoke English, you gave your vows in Sokovian. After all, this was for you, not them.

You were on the verge of tears as Pietro swore to love you and protect you, that everything he’d been through had been worth it because it led him to you, that he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

When the ceremony was over, the two of you were ushered into a private room. This was one of the concessions. Yichud, the short period of seclusion that would allow you to reflect on your relationship. As soon as you were alone, Pietro put his arms around you and kissed you breathless.

The world had shrunk down to the size of this room. There was only you, only Pietro, clinging to each other and breathing the same air.

When you finally broke apart, he sat down on the small sofa against one wall and pulled you down beside him. It was a tight squeeze, so you were half in his lap.  

“{How are you feeling, Mrs Maximoff?}” he asked. His tone was bubbly and warm. You wanted to sink into him and never come back.

“{Never better, Mr Maximoff}.”

He pulled your legs across his lap and rested one hand on your bump. “{Are you looking forward to the honeymoon?}”

“{I’m looking forward to being alone with you},” you said softly.

And it was true that you’d never really been alone with Pietro. In Sokovia, Hydra had always been watching, or else you’d been with Wanda. In New York, the three of you (and Odeta) had shared Pietro’s hospital room until yesterday, at which point you’d been ushered away into another bedroom so as not to see him the night before the wedding. 

Courtesy of Tony, the two of you were going to be staying in a secluded cabin upstate, far from everyone and everything.

“{You know, it’s customary for us to share our first meal together as husband and wife while we’re here. Wanda made us these},” he said, retrieving a tin from the table. He opened it to reveal a batch of cookies.

You let him feed you one, and then kiss the crumbs from your lips. You were dizzingly, deliriously happy. The two of you stayed in seclusion for far longer than the prescribed eight minutes.

There was no reception. You had agreed that it would be too much for both of you, so after the Yichud, the plan was to get straight in the car to be driven upstate. Wanda kissed you both goodbye and promised to take good care of Odeta while you were gone.

Pietro could have gotten you to the cabin in a few seconds flat, but you had opted for a car instead. Speeding around with him made you dizzy, and you weren’t in any hurry. Once you were in the backseat of the car, you put your head on Pietro’s shoulder – your husband’s shoulder – and closed your eyes.

Music was playing on the radio. Pietro’s window was open, so a cool breeze was blowing across your face. It was a warm evening in early spring and the smell of your husband’s cologne was in your nostrils. You pressed your nose against his collarbone and inhaled.

His arm was around you. One hand was resting against your face, his index finger stroking along the line of your jaw. His thumb came to rest just behind your earlobe, anchoring his hand there. As his little finger skittered across your lower lip, you pressed a kiss to it.

“{I thought you were sleeping},” he murmured, laughter in his voice.

“{No, just drinking it all in}.”

The cabin itself was in the middle of the woods. Pregnant as you were, Pietro wouldn’t let you carry any bags. He whisked them all inside before you’d even made it out of the car.

He thanked the driver and then swept you off your feet, bridal style.

“Piet,” you squeaked, and he nuzzled his face into your neck. As was tradition, he carried you over the threshold. “{I think it’s supposed to be the threshold of our house},” you pointed out as he set you down on your feet.

“{This is our house, for now}.”

From the outside, the place had looked unassuming, but inside, there was state of the art security tech.

“If anyone but you two is in that place, we will know immediately,” Tony had assured you. “You’ll be safe there.”

And that had been what you were looking for. It had been nearly two months since Sokovia, but you knew that some scars would never heal. You still found yourself looking for Strucker in every dark corner, or Ultron and his robots in every clank of machinery. You still saw Pietro’s body, riddled with bullets, every time you closed your eyes.

“{Hey, hey, what’s wrong?}” Pietro asked, cupping your cheek.

“{Nothing’s wrong}.”

“{You’re frowning}.”

You tilted your head into his palm and exhaled. “{Sorry. Feeling a little sore}.”

“{Come sit down}.”

You let him lead you over to the sofa and sat down with him. He wrapped his hand around your calf and laid it on his lap. He fiddled with the straps of your sandals for a moment, freeing your foot from its restraints. You breathed deeply.

“{Better?}” he asked.

“{Better}.”

He removed your other sandal, and then began massaging the tension out of both of your calves. You lay back on the sofa as he laid sweet kisses to the insides of your ankles, and pressed his thumbs into the ball of your foot hard enough to draw a moan out of you.

“{Did that hurt?}”

“{A little. But in a good way}.”

He did it again. You groaned. “{You like that?}”

“{Yes. Very much. I have some lotion in my suitcase. Could you rub some into my feet for me?}”

He disappeared but was back before your feet had even had a chance to hit the sofa, holding a tub of cocoa butter. “{This stuff?}”

“{Yes, that stuff}.”

You closed your eyes as he took a healthy dollop and began to massage it into your feet. His fingernails scratched affectionately at your ankles and swiped under your toenails. He spread your toes, a strangely pleasurable stretch as he pressed his thumbs into the sensitive skin on their underside.

You groaned happily, stretching your feet further into his space. He continued working his way up your legs, moisturising and massaging the skin of your calves and shins. When he reached your knees, his hands curling around them gently but firmly, a spark of arousal jolted up your leg.

“{Are you alright?}” asked Pietro, pulling back.

“{I’m good},” you said, sounding a little breathless.

He raised one eyebrow, and you knew he was seeing right through you. Smoothing his hands up the skin of your calves again, he hooked his hands under your knees and parted your legs. You shivered. In the time that he’d been out of action, you had forgotten how strong he was. Right now, you knew you couldn’t have broken his grip if you wanted to, and that excited you. 

“{What do you say we check out the bedroom?}” he suggested, still resting his hands on your spread knees. You just nodded, and he dipped forward to help you to your feet. He stayed close behind you, breath warm against your ear. “{I’m just going to wash my hands. I’ll meet you in there}.” He gave your ass a quick slap and pushed you in the direction of the bedroom.

You had expected him to catch up with you immediately, but he didn’t. You felt the absence of his hands on you. Your feet also felt strangely sensitive after the massage he’d just given them.

Against one wall was a full length mirror. In it, you saw yourself, still dressed in your wedding dress, your pregnant belly bulging out in front of you. You smoothed some hair out of your face and exhaled deeply. This was real.

A moment later, strong arms curled around you from behind, his hands laying on the curve of your bump. Pietro rested his chin on your shoulder and pressed a kiss behind your ear.

“{Hi, beautiful},” he murmured. His cologne was stronger now, like he’d just put more on.

“{Hi, my love}.” You were breathless.

With a grin on his face, your husband began to nip at your ear, his hands moving from your belly to cup your breasts. “{We should get you out of this dress},” he murmured. “{We don’t to make a mess of it}.”

Your heart fluttered. He kissed you right at the back of your neck, along your spine, and your insides felt as though they were melting.

Getting you undressed was fiddlier than usual. Pietro was careful not to damage the dress, and his fingers skimmed over every new piece of exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“{Lay down with me},” he murmured as he unhooked your bra. You let him guide you over to the bed and pull back the covers. It was a cool evening and you were wearing only your panties now, so you shoved your feet down under the duvet. As you tried to cover the rest of yourself with it, he stopped you. “{I want to see you}.”

He spooned you, pressing kisses to your neck. You leant back into him, feeling the heat of his body. Pietro always ran hot, and you were glad for that right now. One hand cupped your breast and squeezed, the other played with the waistband of your panties.

He groaned. “{God, your boobs feel so good}.” He thumbed over your nipple and you let out and undignified squeak. Your breasts had become more sensitive recently. While you were distracted by his mouth on your neck and his fingers playing with your nipple, he slid his other hand into your panties and found you wet and wanting.

“{That all for me, sweet girl?}” he asked, grazing the skin of your neck with his teeth. You could only nod.

You had no idea how long the two of you lay there like that, with him playing your body like an instrument, trying to make music fall from your lips. It could’ve been minutes or hours. Your panties had long been discarded and his bare erection was pressing insistently against your lower back. Eventually, you grabbed his hand.

“{Stop teasing and fuck me},” you commanded, and he chuckled.

“{Alright, bossy}.”

He hooked a hand under your knee again, spreading your legs wide. You felt him line himself up against your entrance from behind and your eyes fluttered close as he pushed into you.

It had been a little while, so the stretch straddled the line between pleasure and pain for you. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder. You trusted him to get both of you where you were going now.

He started out slow – uncharacteristically so – restarting the process of working you back up to orgasm. You would’ve been frustrated if it hadn’t felt so good. Once he’d found his rhythm, his fingers found your clit, settling into a pace that he knew you liked.

For your part, you didn’t do much of the work. Not that Pietro would’ve let you. He was strongly of the opinion that you should never have to do anything you didn’t want to again. You thought that was impractical, but for now, you were indulging him.

“{Pretty girl},” Pietro murmured. His voice was husky, his words spoken into the skin behind your ear. You shivered. “{My pretty little wife. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to fuck you like this. You’re mine}.”

“{I’m all yours},” you cooed, your body lax against his. His tongue slipped into your ear, jolting you back to attention. “Piet,” you squeaked, feeling a hot ball of pleasure growing in between your thighs.

“{So many ways for me to fuck you},” he mused. “{Some day I’m going to ruin every single one of your holes}.”

“{Yes},” you whimpered.

“{You want that?}”

“{Yes}.”

His hips thrust faster. His fingers on your clit began to speed up until they were almost vibrating. You practically howled as you came, thrusting pathetically back against him. He chuckled at that, and didn’t stop fucking you.

There was no reprieve. A moment later, your orgasm crested again, this time bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pi- Pi-e-tro,” you gasped, your words punctuated by his thrusts.

“{My poor sweet girl. So drunk on my big cock, aren’t you? I’ve absolutely ruined you}.” Your hands clasped at his, feeling the vibrations as he abused your clit and played with your breasts. Your feet pressed into the mattress, arching your spine as you came for the third time. Pietro groaned again. “{So fucking good. So tight and wet for me}.” His thrusts sped up, and after a moment, finally, he came too.

You listened to his breathing slow down. He didn’t pull out of you, instead opting to fasten his arms around your ribcage and pull you tighter to him. Once he was satisfied that he was adequately spooning you, his hands came to rest on your bump instead. It was a little while before you felt able to talk again.

“{Are you enjoying your first day being my husband?}” you asked playfully, tilting your head to look up at him.

He groaned, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “{You’re the best wife I could ask for}.”

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[allmightluver]

**bnha spoilers** I'm just sat here with renewed realisation of what All Might is going through. 40 years. /40 years/ he held and refined that power and dedicated his every waking (and sleeping if Vigilantes is anything to go by) moment towards the goal of defeating AfO and creating a society in which people could feel happy and safe. And now as it turns out AfO is still alive, society is broken and he has given a literal piece of his soul to this young boy leaving himself with only phantoms

Yes. I don’t think people quite grasp what all he’s going through.

It’s been shown recently to us that some, if not most, heroes have underlying ambitions in becoming a hero. Whether for money, glory, fame, popularity, doesn’t matter. They’re ultimately in it for themselves. Toshinori’s intentions from the beginning have been the most pure- he wanted to be a symbol that people can look to and know things will be ok. A symbol of hope. This boy was only around 14 years old when he decided this. What kind of 14 year old sees the world that clearly? Sees that people have no hope, that a veil of darkness covers them. The only thing I can think of is- Toshinori did not have a good childhood. Something had to have happened to a boy that young to stop seeing the joy in life so early, and see the world’s flaws. Truthfully, I believe he was an outcast- due to his quirklessness. Most likely an orphan, perhaps abandoned by his parents, as we’ve never seen him have any family. I do truly believe Toshinori has been alone all his life. I don’t doubt more could have happened to him as a child before he met Nana. 

Some may argue that Izuku is the same age, and therefore it shouldn’t be that hard to see why Toshinori wanted to be a hero at such a young age. BUT, Izuku had someone to look up to, ever since he was a child of four years old, to inspire him to be a hero his whole life *cough cough* All Might. Izuku also was quirkless, much like Toshinori, and an outcast because of it (hence where I assume Toshinori was much the same). But ultimately, Izuku wanted to save people because he saw his hero do it. It really wasn’t until Izuku was a bit older, has been in UA, has been on rescue missions, has seen what the heroes see, that I think he’s truly realized how dark the world really is. Toshinori didn’t have that. He didn’t have someone to inspire him as a child, someone to look up to, a hero to inspire him to help others. At that time, heroes hadn’t become as popular as they are in present times. Toshinori saw the world for what it was, on his own, at a tender age. I think that day Nana ran into this blonde hair kid, she eyed him up, noticed his scraggly form, looked into those captivating blue eyes, and saw a man who’s lived through the world’s horrors- experienced the worst it has to offer-, and wants to save everyone he can from the same fate, all in a 14 year old boy. 

Then after only a few short years with the woman he saw as his mother, she’s killed in front of him because of his own weakness- he wasn’t strong enough yet to protect her. The only other person his life, Gran Torino, literally abused him. He beat him to a pulp, taking his own emotions out on a teenager, and I doubt Toshinori said anything of it. He probably thought he deserved it. He’s still afraid of Gran Torino to this day, remembering the beatings and expecting more for his failures- even if he doesn’t know what they are surely he’s at fault for something, but he’s the only person who’s stood by his side for this long. Even while at a distance, and spouting nothing but criticisms along the way. But Toshinori had to put aside his own emotions to be that hope for everyone. He left everything he knew to go to a new country on his own, to learn how to be a hero, to be that hope for someone.

Vigilantes showed us just how hard he worked. Toshinori literally stayed awake with no sleep for days on end- 3 in the chapter I’m referencing- because people needed help, people needed saving, and no one else stepped up. He fought villains, rescued civilians, repaired damage, cleared rubble, (even accept and eat food that was against his dietary restrictions after his injury) whatever the public needed, all while draining himself further. He worked himself to the point of exhaustion because he had no help, once literally falling asleep while mid-leap across the city because he simply could go no further. 

^^These happen in succession of each other^^

No one stepped up to say “Hey, Mr. Number 1, you’ve been working hard lately. Let me help you!” No one tried to take over his position. Even the Number 2 hero, Endeavor, never tried to take some of his burden. His only goal was to try to be better than All Might in terms of power- he was never trying to be the hero that the people relied on All Might for. Everyone relied on him when things looked grim. He was the back up plan. And all of this happened before Toshinori’s injury. 

The only thing he ever wanted to do- help people- he can’t do (at least the way he’s always known how to). The ability to save people has been taken from him in the most gruesome way. He was finally able to fight the man that killed Nana, and in a rage that I’m sure echoed with all of the emotions of the previous users, he smashed that man’s head like a grape. But not without consequence. Several organs are gone. The pain is excruciating. He wears that man’s mark on his body for the rest of his life, never truly able to rid himself of the filth.

Then we have Nighteye’s betrayal. The man that helped him as a sidekick, the man that grew to be his only friend. Now some people may ask why Toshinori flipped like he did to Nighteye looking into his future when he was concerned about him making it through his injury. What I believe is Toshinori didn’t want to know when he would die (and really, who does). Now he knows he’s on a time limit, knows the clock is ticking. Time is running out to keep the world at peace, and with him as he is now, how long can this go on? 

I think the betrayal, doing something that Toshinori specifically asked him not to do, is what hurt the most. How can he trust Nighteye anymore? He already can only count on one hand the people he can trust, let alone befriend.

He’s wasted away into a skeleton, a shell of the man he used to be. He can’t over exert himself without his only lung bleeding in protest. It’s canon in the side books that he really doesn’t eat much, which isn’t good for his diet without a stomach now (he’s supposed to have several small meals a day). He is quite literally punishing himself by starving. (Granted, he doesn’t feel hunger anymore.) He’s a sick man, beyond medical help at this point. They can only stabilize him and hope for the best. For five years now he’s in constant pain, every day. He loses blood like sweat. Surely his veins are bruised and collapsed with how many times he would have needed to be hospitalized. Whether from losing too much blood, being too dehydrated or starved from “forgetting” to eat, or an organ failing as body continues to fall apart. “...even as my body rots and grows frail...” - Toshinori People are bound to stare at him as he walks down the street. A tall, willowy, skeleton with a grimace on his face and blood stains on his clothes as he coughs up more into his own hands. There would be the ones who outright ignore him when they walk by, the people who offer pitying smiles and sympathetic glances or just outright stare, and then ones who are afraid of his appearance- children screaming at the mere sight of him and running to their parents to hide from the monster. Each one is another knife in Toshinori’s side, an ache in his chest. If only they knew who I really am.

Losing Nighteye took a toll on his hero work as well. Mirai was a huge help in the past, and took care of all Toshinori’s paperwork, while also reminding him to take care of himself. Without him, Toshinori was even more buried beneath his responsibilities. Plus, now he was on a time limit. He even snapped briefly in his first meeting with Tsukauchi, accidentally revealing himself as All Might because he was under too much pressure, and telling the detective he literally couldn’t handle doing everything by himself (who graciously took over the paperwork side of things for him). 

He was living a double life now, having to lie to people left and right about who he was while in his small form, about how he became so sickly, why he was here in the first place who the heck is this skinny old guy. Surely he had multiple visits to the doctor while continuing to repair the damage done by AFO (there’s a limit to how much the body can handle at once. And things I’m sure continued to fail as time went on). Then he would be bedridden for as long as the doctors could keep him strapped to a bed, until he couldn’t take the people’s cries for help any longer, and would jump into action. (It’s also revealed he has something of a super hearing- able to hear danger- which may have been a form of danger sense of OFA that was never fully unlocked?. Either way, he surly could sense disasters happening while he could only lay and heal from his latest surgery. Those poor doctors must have had to re-stitch him several times). People blame him for not preparing society for his retirement, that he failed in passing on the torch so to speak, but in reality he did everything possible to keep society from falling for 40 years, doing all within his power just to keep things afloat. He is only one person. One human being, he can’t do everything despite trying to. Society failed All Might.

People blame him for not being a good teacher. He didn’t exactly have the greatest teacher himself to learn from. He’s never had to teach anyone anything, he just punches! He’s learning. And for his own credit, he’s an incredibly wise man, he has years of experience under his belt, and an intelligence score of 6/6, scoring up there with Nezu! He may not always have the right way to bring something up, but he’s doing his best. Yet even he blames himself for Izuku not being able to control his quirk better. Every time the boy hurts himself, it’s just another tally on the chalkboard of Toshinori’s failures. He himself knows the boy deserves better, better than him. Useless. Pathetic.

Then his friend from America, Dave, essentially became a villain trying to preserve Toshinori’s legacy after Toshinori told him about his injury. Dave went behind his back, threatened people, injured people (pretty sure people died), all for Toshinori’s sake. Something he didn’t want to begin with. Having to put your only other friend in jail for trying to help you surely couldn’t have been easy.

Oh, by the way? All For One isn’t dead. All Might will fight him again, publicly, have his weakened form exposed to the world, and have his own emotions toyed with as he finds out about his master’s grandson in the villain’s hands. Would Nana hate him for leaving her son alone like she’d asked, and dooming her grandchild to be raised by the greatest villain? Could he have done anything to save him? But Toshinori isn’t allowed to feel, he has to smile and push his own feelings aside once again, because there’s a villain to be fought, and only he can fight him. Despite coming out on top, he’ll have suffered severe head trauma, broken left arm, destroyed right arm, and several cuts and bruises that are sure to scar. And then, his quirk, the only thing that’s been allowing him to help people, the gift given to him that he carefully held for 40 years and molded into his own until his very consciousness was permanently carved into it, blows out like a match in the wind. And he’s done. Used up. Empty. Broken. Hollow. Alone, again.

He overhears his student, Bakugo, admit that he blames himself for All Might’s retirement. If he hadn’t been captured, All Might wouldn’t have had to save him, and he wouldn’t have had to fight AFO. Of course Toshinori knows that’s not true, his time was about to run out anyway. It would have happened one way or another. But how can he explain to this child that he wasn’t the cause of his hero, the world’s greatest hero, fighting for his sake, bleeding for his sake, being forced into retirement to keep him safe. Every time Bakugo sees the bandages covering Toshinori’s body is another reminder of the pain and sacrifice Toshinori willingly gave to keep him safe. Toshinori wasn’t held when his mentor died. He wasn’t told it was ok to be sad, that grief and mourning was a natural process, that it takes time to heal. He wasn’t told it was ok to cry. Instead his feelings were beaten out of him as he wondered if Gran Torino blamed him for Nana’s death. He already blamed himself How then, does he comfort a child mourning for him? For what he lost.

And then he gets the call to come to the hospital. Mirai, Nighteye, his old sidekick friend, has been gravely injured, much like he himself was only a few years ago, and most likely won’t survive the night. And to his horror, Nighteye is happy to see him, smiles at him, says he doesn’t hate him for what happened, only wants Toshinori to be happy. He can’t accept that, at least let him apologize, reconcile his sins before it’s too late! But it is. Another fractured piece of his heart gone.

Of course, seeing your students beat up and their arms completely destroyed must have hurt. Instead of being able to save these kids, they’re the ones that hurt themselves to save everyone else. And if Bakugo had kept OFA, things could have been very different (especially with what we know now of OFA and people with quirks). Toshinori wasn’t mad at Izuku for transferring it away, he’d never regret choosing Izuku, and I believe he still would have stayed by Izuku and Bakugo’s side should it have stayed in Bakugo, doing whatever he could to help.

As he tells Aizawa, “I’ve decided to live,” -that statement seems so melancholy, besides obvious reasons. It sounds more like another task he has to accomplish. He didn’t die he was supposed to die with the AFO fight, and now the whole life he lived is over. The world has no use for him anymore. If not for Izuku, he’d have nothing left keeping him here. But because his boy made him promise to live, he’ll do so. Though it almost seems like he says those words with regret. “I’ve decided to live.” Not, “I’m going to live!” “Nothing can kill me!” “I won’t go down without a fight!” No. “I’ll live if I have to, only because you asked me to.” The man is obviously and outwardly depressed. He has so many things against him. No doubt has severe PTSD, anxiety, among others. Not to mention his own physical health. Every day hurts. It’s painful to be alive. Why would he torture himself if he doesn’t have to? For you, my boy. You’re the only thing keeping me here. The only light in my dark world.

He tries to help Izuku find out the previous holder’s quirks, to help his boy in any way he can now that he’s worthless, and goes days on end without sleep, running his body into the ground. He even forgets Christmas. Only to find that by giving the boy the same gift he had received, he may have just doomed him to an early death, among psychological torture (danger detection). (Granted, he really doesn’t know how everything works, and he’s afraid to talk to anyone about it). His boy could live only half a life.

It’s only been a few months since he retired, and society has fallen into shambles. People are blaming him. People are dying. He watches helplessly as his colleague fight his fight for him, and end up battered, bruised, crippled, dead. He students, his boy, battle the monster he should have killed. Children are bleeding. This shouldn’t happen. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Is everything he worked for, everything he fought to protect, to build up, to inspire, is all for naught?! Did he live a foolish dream and doom the world? Was all the the friends he lost, tears he shed, the organs he destroyed, the pain he endures on a daily basis from the hole in his side, and the blood he continues to bleed every day, for nothing? The public, the ones he protected for so long, mourn his absence, but surely there are those among them who also blame him. The statue from his last fight in Kamino one that he never asked for was decimated in a mock of his catch phrase- the one that was supposed to give hope.

Now he can feel his own vestige speaking with Izuku in the OFA realm, even with out OFA in his own body anymore. His clock as nearly reached it’s limit, Nighteye’s prediction is due any day now. The only thing he wants is to see his boy smile at him, to give him some shred of hope. Yet the child remains unconscious, and Toshinori can’t even hold his hand from the bandages covering his arms. Will he still be able to fight? Is there any coming back from this now? Did I break him?

With all Toshinori has been through, I’m honestly surprised we haven’t seen him just outright break down. Anyone, anyone, else should have crumbled under the pressure of holding up the world for 40 years alone. And instead of being able to pass it on to someone when he can no longer bear its weight, it simply falls to into the abyss. People don’t credit All Might enough for everything he’s done. Most don’t realize the sacrifices he’s made. His character is so unbelievably profound and deep, it’s more than just the “I am here!” people focus on. He’s a deeply troubled, layered, complex character. And I can’t find fault within him.

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2 - Dealing Dearie

Part 3

The Charming Sister masterlist

It's been two days since the announcement of my marriage. Everyone in the castle is gearing up for my brothers arrival with his soon to be wife Abigail. Pulling on my cloak over my shoulders I waited beside my father. I don't dare look him in the eye after what he told me a few days ago. Horses entered the gate all in a panic and my brother gets out of the carriage first helping his bride. "Oh my gosh someone robbed us on the road!" She cried in a panic walking up to my brother I turned his chin in between my fingers seeing a cut on his face. "How'd you get this?" He removed my hand from his face squeezing it in mine. "The bandit hit me in the face with a rock. She was a..." He trailed off so I raise a brow at him. "A what?" He mumbled under his breath being embarrassed. "A woman."

I couldn't hold in my laughter at my older brother being beaten by a woman. He moved forward covering my mouth with his hand shooshing me. My eyes darted to Abigail who was talking with our father about the incident. "I'm sorry but it's funny." I mumbled into his hand that he finally pulled away brushing hair behind my ear, bringing up the conversation I'd rather forget. "So do you know the name of your betrothed yet?" Unrolling a piece of paper from under my cloak I hand it to him letting him read it. "His name is Prince Thomas. His father is holding a ball in hopes his son shall find a bride. It's in three days times." He rolled it closed staring into my eyes with a look I've never seen before. "David, why do you have a strange look in your eyes?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and started walking into the castle with everyone else so I followed. We broke off from the others into my chambers and he locks the door making me still confused he sighs wiping away tears. "The bandit took mother's ring." I didn't mean to gasp and scold him but it just came out. "David!" He holds up his hands explaining trying to calm me down. "I know I screwed up but I'm going to fix it." Cocking my head to the side hands on my hips I scoff. "Oh really how are you going to manage that?" He unfolds a piece of paper from his tunic for me to see a wanted poster for a girl named Smow White. The girl has black hair and the bounty for someone to bring her head is huge. "I'm gonna find her. She's the bandit."

"David, if she's a bandit then she'll know how to cover her tracks. Are you sure it's worth the risk?" I questioned sitting the wanted poster on the nightstand. There's no telling how long he'd be gone for. King George would go searching the entire kingdom if he went missing. "Y/n, it's mother's ring. It's always going to be worth the risk." He breaths out coming to rest a hand on my shoulder staring me in the eye. "Okay, just promise me something. Promise you'll come back to me, brother. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Resting my hands to his face he nods wrapping me around into a strong yet loving hug. "Of course I'll come. I've never let you down and I won't start now, little sister." Wrapping my arms around his neck I breathe him in knowing that I can't go with him on his journey. Not because I have duties here, but because I can't stay in this castle on my own. I won't go to that ball and I certainly won't marry Thomas. It's nothing against him I just don't want to be engaged. Engaged like an animal or a beast.

That evening as my brother prepared for his journey I prepared for my own. Ever since we've lived in this castle I've heard whispering from servants about a man who had great power. Power that grant requests that seems impossible. I don't really believe in all that stuff but if the possibility is there I have to take it. Changing my dress I cut it shorter with a dagger I had taken from the dinning hall. Braiding my hair down my back I grabbed my brown clock and cutting some of the green curtains apart. Needle in my hands I tried my best to sew the two together to hide the royal symbol on the back. Rummaging around in the trunk of my stuff from home I find the old brown shackell tossing some quills and a notebook inside. Changing into the outfit I looked myself over in the mirror seeing the princess crown laying on my bed. If I was really going to do this I'll need money. Placing the crown inside I sneak down the hallway watching a servant exit out a door that would lead to the riverside of the castle where there's no walls

Jumping on stones in the water I nearly fall not very good at balancing. Looking over my shoulder at the castle with the moon and stars above my head I knew I won't go back. Walking through the woods I heard a wolf growling in the distance as I sit on a log searching around for a good spot to make camp would be. "You seem to be out of your element, eh Princess." Whipping my head around I jumped to my feet pulling out the same dagger I used earlier. "Who's there. Show yourself!!" I shouted trying to sound tough as a whooshing sound appears in front of me. "Might want to do a better job of hiding that valuable dearie." A man with scarly clothes and leather skins for clothing spoke. Glancing to my bag I saw the crown was visible so I yanked the flap down to hide it. "Who the hell are you?" I asked holding the blade out in front of my chest. The man bows giving his name. "Rumplestiltskin, my lady. I've heard of your troubles of wanting to end an engagement and I can help you, for a price of course." I'm literally talking with the man the servants spoke of. "What's your price, Rumplestiltskin?" I slowly questioned never lowering the dagger in my right hand. He stepped up releasing a giggle directing his gaze to my bag. "What's the most precious object you have?" What kind of deal am I getting myself into.

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Tommy’s character and the theme of failure

One thing I’ve always rather appreciated about Tommy’s story in the Dream SMP is how it explores the idea of failure. It can be a challenging one to do right as it means exploring a character’s weakness a lot and can start to feel unsatisfying if the character never succeeds but I feel like Tommy’s story avoids this issue as his arc is ultimately an encouraging one. His character never stops trying or gives up in spite of his losses, showing the perseverance to keep going until eventually he starts to find happiness, no matter how elusive it seems. 

Tommy’s character is no stranger to failure of course but I’d say this theme starts to become prominent with November the 16th. Tommy had two goals: to save L’Manberg and to save Wilbur. He was pretty optimistic about both. And he failed. The day ended in disaster with Wilbur dead, Technoblade, his idol, mocking his heroism and telling him to die, and his home in ruins. It takes him a long time to come to terms with who Wilbur was, separating Wilbur into two in his mind: President Wilbur and the ‘crazy’ Wilbur who blew up L’Manburg. 

But Tommy continues on, quietly moving on as L’Manburg gets rebuilt. No matter what, he still believes in L’Manburg; it’s still alive. Also, he wants to finally get his remaining disc back from Dream, feeling the need to do this after putting it aside for so long.

But of course, things don’t go well. That which he had taken for granted, his bond with Tubbo, was under fire. His personal wish to get his discs back was causing division. A simple prank gone wrong was tearing everything apart as Dream threatened L’Manburg once again. None of these things were purely Tommy’s actions, and yet his actions played a part all the same as Dream essentially took advantage of all of Tommy’s weaknesses. Tommy was being viewed as a liability, a troublemaker, as self-centred, as a problem. 

Tommy’s character likely blamed himself somewhat for his failure with Wilbur and L’Manburg the first time but it had been out of his hands and his reactions were more shock than being truly broken by the events and he kept up his optimism. Yet this time, the problems were not things far beyond his control. It seemed it was his own mistakes spelling his doom and it impacted him quite severely. As much as he recognised Dream as an antagonist here, his friends distrust of him was his failure. Despite his best efforts, he could not convince Tubbo not to exile him. 

Rather than seeing the fairly resilient, optimistic Tommy like the first time he was banished, this time Tommy’s defeated. We see the full effects it takes on his mental state and the narrative does not pull its punches. Tommy’s already depressed and we start to see evidence of suicidal thoughts very quickly. This is all made far, far worse by Dream who encourages his dark thoughts and feelings of worthlessness, telling him everyone’s better off without him while breaking his spirit and making him miserable by repeatedly blowing up his items. 

Dream was of course Tommy’s enemy, he’d recognised before that what Dream had been doing to L’Manburg, with the obsidian walls and insisting on banishing Tommy, had been unfair even if Tommy had been helpless to stop him. Yet over exile we see him really start to internalise Dream’s words, starting to really believe that narrative that he is unloved and a liability, despite his best efforts. As his mental state worsens we see him starting to believe Dream’s lies so much that he begins to believe that Dream is really his friend who cares about him. Meanwhile, he’s angrier and lashing out at the people he cares about, we seem him kill Jack, break the bridges he built and generally lashing out at the people he misses the most. 

So through exile, we see Tommy at his weakest and most vulnerable. We also see some of his flaws with his uglier side, his uncontrolled emotions, his dependency on others, his deep self-worth issues and how he can be so successfully lied to. This deep exploration of Tommy’s character allows us to really see how the repeated failures and setbacks and losses affected his character mentally and depict it as yet another obstacle he needs to overcome. 

And ultimately he does, ultimately deciding to fight back and run away from exile on his own. Tommy’s arc goes to very depressing places but manages to remain an inspiring story by showing you at his weakest and yet also show him never truly giving up but pressing on, in search of that happy ending. Running away from exile has him also realising that Dream is his enemy, not his friend and he commits to fighting back against him. 

But of course the narrative doesn’t entirely move on. Tommy’s struggles and failures continue to plague him as the mental issues he has with self-worth and his confused feelings towards Dream do not go away. He managed to continue but that wasn’t the perfect victory as most of his problems are still there and he’s still the same person. at Techno’s house, we see him and his confusion. He’s lighthearted and joking about but he’s still deeply troubled without a clear stance on Dream or L’Manburg or Tubbo and he clings to the idea of the disc as a simple goal. It seems as if he’s doomed to become the person he hated or make the same mistakes again. He once failed to save Wilbur and it seems as if his greatest failure would be to go down Wilbur’s path too, blowing up the country he once loved. 

And Tommy nearly goes too far. He finally meets Tubbo again and his anger, his issues all come back as does some self-centred behaviour as he declares that ‘the discs are worth more than you ever were’.

And he immediately regrets it. He apologises, he turns around and gives them up to Dream. He won’t let himself turn into Wilbur. 

And yet, every little victory he fights so hard for is met with an even greater failure. He switches sides on Technoblade while giving Dream exactly what he wanted. His story isn’t a happy one in spite of him trying his very best and making the decisions that are right for him. And we can only wonder how inevitable it was or if he could’ve done better for he hurts Techno deeply. Is he doing better or does his very nature doom him to make the same mistakes again and again?

Once ore, we see L’Manburg blown up and this time Tommy declares it a lost cause. Despite his best efforts, it’s over and we can only stare at the ruins of the nation he’d once helped build with Wilbur. Additionally, Tommy is dead to Techno now, that relationship seemingly broken forever. 

But it’s not the end. Tommy is defeated once more, with each failure hitting harder than the last but he doesn’t give up. He keeps on fighting. For all he’s lost, he’s won Tubbo back, and the experiences may have been terrible but he has learned something through all of it. Even if all that is, is understanding suffering a bit better and getting back the courage to apologise and reconcile.

He and Tubbo go after Dream and it’s almost, almost too late. He’s nearly locked in prison forever and Tubbo almost killed. 

But it’s not end. Just this once, it’s not a failure. They bet it all and finally had that victory. The rest of the server comes to save them and Dream gets locked in his prison while Tommy and Tubbo are finally free. 

Course, Tommy’s story isn’t over there. And the thing with this theme of failure is that it keeps on cropping up. They may have finally gotten a victory but Tommy’s issues aren’t over. he tries to start again, building his hotel but the trauma from exile has made an impact on him. It’s something that can’t be solved in a day, but only over a long time. And despite everything, the issues keep coming back. Tommy feels like things are unresolved with Dream and visits him again. 

And he gets locked in prison and dies and then gets resurrected. And its all absolutely devastating and it seems as if Tommy will never get better, that he’ll never truly have his happy ending. His hotel gets stolen from him and its as if everything he tries to do ends in failure.

He tries to sort things out, tries solving things with killing Dream and it just gets Ghostbur killed and the guilt can only eat at him. Wilbur is back at Tommy’s afraid but time has passed and he’s starting to see Wilbur more for who he is. After all he’s been through, he understands him way better than he did before. He once more commits to helping him but Tommy isn’t the naive kid he once was. 

Tommy still lives in the very same spot he always did. He still wants the same things he always did: a home, security, peace, friends, and he’s been experiencing many losses. And yet, his story is not a hopeless one. Because in spite of all that’s happened, he’s still trying again. And he’s learned and can avoid making those mistakes again. Right now, he’s doing better, he’s committing to living peacefully in a way he hasn’t in a long time. He’s been attempting to build bridges and though all his failures haunt him, he is gradually healing day by day, still trying to find that happy ending.

I think Tommy’s story is very cool for the way it really explores these themes of failure. It does not pull its punches, its dark, never easy or straightforward but that’s also what makes it so powerful. Those bright spots, feel so good, they feel so rewarding because they were so hard-fought. We root for Tommy’s character because we’ve seen his journey and really feel he deserves his happy end even though its never going to be perfect and indeed every failure is a mixture of forces outside of his control and his character which he has been trying to improve, learning to be nicer, more forgiving and more aware of his own emotions. He can’t fix Dream nor does he know how best to help Wilbur but he can help himself and that’s what he’s always trying to do. He holds himself to account and always tries his best.

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𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖑

part 2

♱ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

outward appearance means nothing if your are unable to carry yourself with grace and confidence. it’s important to radiate an aura that is unique to u and is beautiful and enchanting to others. find your essence. are u an ethereal innocent angel or a bombshell femme fatale? Just by channeling in a sort of character in your demeanour can drastically change how other people view you. you might be wondering “hey this is a bit much just for school,” and ur right but it’s all fun at the end of the day

𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

𝔣𝔢𝔪𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔢:

femme fatale: noun

an attractive and seductive woman, especially one who is likely to cause distress or disaster to a man who becomes involved with her.

"a femme fatale who plays one man off against another in pursuit of money"

a femme fatale is a women who shows power through how well she can toy with a mans brain. in hindsight she might seem like a women catered to the male gaze due to the strong enchantment she has upon men, but do not be fooled. a femme fatale is a strong willed and powerful women who only caters to her own needs. she achieves her goals by seducing her pawns to use them to her own advantage. channeling in the characteristics of a femme fatale can make one feel powerful, sexy, and oh so alluring. to become a femme fatale you must ooze with seduction. femme fatale examples include gilda, from the movie “gilda”, jane smith from “mr. and mrs. smith, and amy dunne from “gone girl”.

feel powerful when you walk from one place to another. let other people stare at you while they feel intrigued by ur allure but never completely give them what they want.

make your appearance look bold and striking. be sexy. dress to show off what other people want for themselves. wear dark and luxurious colours. let your hair be free and voluptuous. a bold lip and sharp eye makeup brings attention to the most seductive parts of your face. a femme fatale is nothing without a striking appearance

have your voice sound like smooth whiskey. speak slow to captivate others. make sure your voice comes out prominent and clear. add a slight rasp into your voice. each word u speak should be carefully chosen. people should be addicted to hearing you speak. be sassy and smart but always with class.

smell expensive. pick a scent that exudes class. examples: black orchid by tom ford. mugler alien. good girl by carolina herrera.

a femme fatale makes sure to always get her way. don’t be afraid to use ur seductive quality’s to get what u want whether that is good grades or social status. [ however do not put urself in dangerous positions. please don’t sleep with a teacher lmao ]

𝔠𝔬𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢

coquette: noun

a woman who flirts.

in my own definition a coquette to me is a girl who is delicate and radiates innocence. she is more commonly known as the girl next door or the pretty girl. people become attracted to this essence due to the childish ways of a coquette. though that sounds concerning, a coquette isn’t a women who tries to act like a child on purpose. she is just a women who is naturally sweet and innocent. they hold onto a childlike quality that the rest of us have lost and so desperately crave. the allure of the coquette is ultimately her adorableness. her demeanour is light hearted and youthful. no one feels the need to do her wrong because she is just too cute for any harm. she is an ingenue. examples of coquettes are lizzy grant, cat valentine from “victorious”, alice cullen from “twilight”, and marilyn monroe.

wear clothes that make u look cute. the coquette aesthetic has been around for quite a while. the main aspect of a coquette outfit is its innocently teasing nature. wear bright colours that compliment ur skin like a blush pink, bright reds, and pretty lilacs. make people around u appreciate ur innocent look but know that there imagination is running wild. the makeup for these looks are more natural and rely on the condition of ur actual skin. take good care of ur skin. have a set routine but remember that it’s completely okay if u have pimples! you can still be a pretty little coquette even with acne.

vanilla or any kind of sweet scents are a staple for the coquette essence. ariana grandes perfumes are perfect for making people mouths water for a sweet snack when u walk by. olympea by paco rabanne is my personal favourite.

be kind and sweet to people who deserve it. people need to see u as a sweet and innocent doll who can do no wrong. but don’t be afraid to be risky and be the complete opposite of that once in a while. the rare moments where u show ur femme fatale side will have people incredibly intrigued by you.

perfect your voice. your voice should sound pleasant like some sort of princess. make your voice sound higher but not ear screeching high. add a beautiful mix of air and softness to ur voice. a breathy voice is incredibly intoxicating and suits the coquette.

𝔭ê𝔩𝔢-𝔪ê𝔩𝔢

pêle-mêle: adverb

in a confused, rushed, or disorderly manner.

also known as the manic pixie dream girl, a pêle-mêle is the essence of a girl who is described as whimsical, eccentric and is quite literal the life of the party. though at first glance she’s all rainbows and sun shine, the shadow side of the pêle-mêle can be described as a tortured artist. her optimism is delightful. she is not afraid to take risks. she’s a mess but people can not help to be intrigued by her free spirited ways for she is a drug to people who crave adventure. examples of a pêle-mêle include ramona flowers from scott pilgrim vs the world, mia wallace from pulp fiction, harley quinn from the DC comics, and holly golighty from breakfast at tiffany’s.

don’t be afraid to take risks. risks and adventure is what the pêle-mêle lives off of. be brave. do things you are afraid to do. start small and work your way up like from riding that roller coaster your so afraid of to having a motorcycle race with your friends (trust me those are so fun!). show people just how daring you can be and immediately people will be magnetized to you.

wear clothes that are unique and you feel comfortable with. the pêle-mêle rejects conformity and the way you appear should reflect that. wear clothes that harmonize with your crazy personality. be daring and bold with your makeup. make sure you stand out from the crowd and that you do not care what people think. the alternative style perfectly suits someone who embodies this essence.

be confident. obviously this rule applies to all the essences but confidence and self love is at the core of the pêle-mêle. you need to show people that you do not care what they think of you and that at the end of the day, you are just here for a good time. the more you practice self love, the easier it will be for you to express yourself without the fear of judgement from others.

be a socialite. don’t be afraid to speak your mind to people. pêle-mêle’s are usually people persons. they love good company that they can go on adventures with. make friends by being your true self and don’t hold yourself back. even a few mishaps by saying the wrong thing from time to time can make people fall in love with your clumsy nature.

obviously there are plenty of other essences you can achieve for yourself but these are my top three favourites. to find out who exactly who you want to become try the few tips listed below!

how to find your personal essence

what kind of people captivate you? what type of personalities do you see that you wish you could be? do you find yourself being envious of the pretty girl next door, the man eater, or the mysterious persona? figure out what kind of a person do u wish to truly become and inherit their manner. find out the characteristic of ur desired essence to the littlest of detail. this can include from the way you walk, talk, eat, sleep, look, smell ext. think of this as becoming your ideal best self. take the female archetype quiz to get a better understanding of your self.

what kind of aesthetic catches your eye? do you enjoy the glamorous high fashion life or do you like the softer cherry coke and heart shaped sunglasses niche? maybe you enjoy completely different things or a blend of a few. live up to this aesthetic. do this by expressing this aesthetic in the way you dress to how u decorate your room.

what kind of environment do you feel the most comfortable in? are you someone who loves education and school? or do you love the idea of being free and living in an RV for the rest of your life? maybe you just want to live in a cozy high rise new york apartment or a huge mansion up in beverly hills. envision where you see your ideal self in 10-20 years. your ideal environment can reveal a lot about what kind of lifestyle choices you want to make.

you might be thinking to yourself hey these aren’t the best tips for school. and at an educational standpoint you’re right. but it’s important to embody your best ideal self to truly enjoy this lifetime. these are little things that can be used to motivate you. i believe that inner self work should be prioritized over your school work though both are important. make sure you are taking some time out of your week to find out more about yourself and who you want to become. be the best you.

[childe-dni]

Limitless Power

zhongli x reader

word count: 1.1k

genre: fluff, maybe crack idk

warnings: reader is implied to be smaller than zhongli

a/n; I've been meaning to write this for a while but school has had me in a vice grip. also this is based off a prompt i saw. I keep forgetting to reblog this prompt list ffs

What to do, what to do? You pondered as you wandered aimlessly around Zhongli’s house. The night before, you ended up getting caught in the rain as you were passing by his place on your way home from your commissions, so he invited you to stay the night like the good friend that he is. However, by the time you woke up he was already gone for work while you had been granted a day off by the adventurers guild. He had been polite enough to leave a simple note apologising for his sudden absence and also left you breakfast with instructions on how to brew the perfect cup of tea and granted you permission to stay for as long as you felt was appropriate.

With how private and secretive of a person Zhongli is (even as a close friend) being given an opportunity like this to be left unattended in his quarters felt like being handed a gnosis, like you were being granted limitless power. So you did what anybody who had been granted immense power would do, which apparently was to look through the wardrobe of the provider of such power.

You were more than aware of how silly that sounds but it wasn't like you cared very much. Zhongli has always been very mysterious, being happy to maunder on and on about Liyuean history or even just a simple chunk of cor lapis ore but would always skirt around questions to do with himself. However, you’re also aware that prising is rude so rather than sticking your nose where it may not be wanted, you chose to answer an inconsequential question you had about him for a while: does he wash his clothes every day or does he just have lots of the same outfit?

The answer appeared to be the latter as you opened his closet to at least 10 of the same shirt alone. Curiously, you took one out to appreciate the design and material. One thing about Zhongli’s appearance that has always been striking (apart from his supernatural beauty) is his clothes – they make him look proper and fairly wealthy for somebody who never has his own money with him and after taking a closer look at the luxurious material you wondered just how he could afford so many of this one dress shirt.

You mindlessly dragged your thumb up and down the material for a while until – what’s that? It smells just like him? You contemplated going straight for the kill and nose diving right into the fabric but then your inhibitions kicked in, reminding you of how totally weird that would be so you settled for admiring his scent from a distance. The smell wasn’t a particularly overwhelming one and it didn’t seem all too artificial, making you wonder if he just naturally smelled that amazing. He definitely didn’t smell like one would expect if they were to just see him from a distance – a rich, expensive and perhaps overpowering cologne following him wherever he went. Instead it was a more subtle, softer and inviting smell – one that felt like a welcome home along with a warm embrace.

While your inhibitions won that previous battle, they hadn’t quite won the war of restraint since you soon found yourself frolicking around your friend’s house in his dress shirt, which was obviously a few sizes too big. The hem brushed half way down your thighs and the sleeves dangled past your fingertips.

Originally, you intended to just try it on to get a feel of what it’s like to live life as the handsome and respectable yet impenetrable and mysterious Mr. Zhongli, but soon enough you got a little too comfortable and became a little too understanding of why he wears these shirts so often, and decided that keeping it on for just a little longer wouldn’t hurt. He probably wouldn’t mind too much anyway, but still, as long as you had it off and back in his closet by the time he arrived back home then what did it matter, right?

A few hours had passed when you heard the front door opening and you remembered whose house you were in. Eagerly, you skipped towards the door with a grin holding up the corners of your lips.

“Hey, Zhongli,” you sang while watching him remove his shoes. “How was work?”

“Ah, y/n, you’re still here”, the man spoke as he turned to face you.

You noticed him open his mouth to say something before freezing in place. His lips slowly joined together again while his eyebrows shot upwards, eyes remaining on you the whole time. In your confusion, you raised an eyebrow.

“What?” you asked curiously as you began lifting your arms one by one to examine yourself. “Is there something on me-” you were about to ask before clumsily slamming your hands over your mouth. You were still wearing his shirt.

“Zhongli!” you exclaimed in your state of rising panic. “Uhm, I promise it’s not what it looks like – well it looks like I’m wearing one of your shirts so I guess it kind of is what it looks like – but still, hear me out-”

You were interrupted once again but this time it was by a low rumble that gradually progressed into a chuckle produced by the man standing before you. He wore an endeared smirk on his lips and his eyes shone with amusement as he regarded you. Your lips pressed themselves into a thin line at his reaction before you finally released a sigh of defeat.

“Hey, I can take it off if I really look that silly but there’s no need to laugh at me”, you mumbled in embarrassment, the temperature of your face rising with each second.

“Silly? No, you look nothing of the sort – it’s just,” Zhongli paused in thought for a moment. “Well, as much as I like how you look in your own clothes, you wearing mine does make me quite happy.”

Time itself seemed to stop at his words and you felt as though you could hear your own heartbeat ringing in your ears. What did he mean by that? Did he even mean that at all? Surely I heard that wrong. The questions whirring around your head were beginning to make you dizzy so you grounded yourself by trying to think of a witty response.

“Well if that's the case then perhaps you could get me one of these shirts for myself”, was the best you could come up with on the spot and you focused on trying to sound as suave and nonchalant as possible.

The smirk on your very good friend’s lips never wavered, not even as he passed by you while saying, “there's no need to get you a new one when you can just keep the one you're wearing, especially when you look so good in it.”

In that instant you were reminded of who granted you the boundless power you wielded earlier – and you also realised just how easily he took it back.