#art block and limited skills coming in HOT

[inkyminx]

Y’all don’t understand— I really REALLY wanna draw the yyh lads and come up with au shenanigans with them BUT I can’t for the life of me draw anyone with confidence but Kurama and probably Keiko.

I can maaaaaybe do a somewhat stylized version of Mazoku Yusuke (my homeboy) BUT that’s the closest I could get with him.

[islandtarochips]

Call of Duty OC: Kapo Taumoepeau 

Art Commission by @temeyes ⬆️

A Tongan man who has too much pride in himself. Left his family and his home for being rebellious. Had decided to join the Marines to get away from that place that they called HOME. An EX-Member of the WTF and is currently working for Commander Graves. What was the reason why he’s acting this way? Did something happen between him and his family or he’s just being a brat? What is the history of his relationship from the WTF? Why did he join the Shadow Company? Let’s find out.

GENERAL: 

🇹🇴 Name: Kapo Taumoepeau 🇹🇴 Alias(es): 

Kapo

Taumoepeau

Lieutenant Taumoepeau 

Shadow 0-9

Big Man (by Graves)

Popo (by Kanoa)

🇹🇴 Gender: Male 🇹🇴 Age: 38 (MW2), 39 (MW3) 🇹🇴 Birthday: August 22, 1984 🇹🇴 Nationality: Tongan 🇹🇴 Place of Birth: Nukualofa, Tonga 🇹🇴 Home: Unidentified 🇹🇴 Spoken Languages: Tongan (native), English (conservational) 🇹🇴 Sexuality: Heterosexual 🇹🇴 Occupation:

Sergeant of the Warriors Task Force (formerly)

Lieutenant of the Marines

Lieutenant of the Shadow Company

APPEARANCE:

🇹🇴 Eye Color: Brown 🇹🇴 Hair Color: Black 🇹🇴 Height: 6’3”/190 cm 🇹🇴 Scars: 

Wounds: Bullet wound on the back of where his chest was at (caused by one of the cartel members at Solomon Island when he was still part of the WTF), Stabbing wound on his left side (caused by Nigel)

Scars: Scars on his back (whiplash by his dad)

🇹🇴 Face Claim: Tanga Loa

Affiliation:

Shadow Company: 

-Commander Philip Graves

-Lieutenant Callie Graves

Warriors Task Force: (Formerly)

- General Alana Kalani

- Captain Kanoa Toa

- First Sergeant Tiala "Shark" Toa

- Dr. Aelan Kalani

- Sergeant Agnes “Blast” Falagi

FAVORITES:

🇹🇴 Color: None

🇹🇴 Food: Lu Pulu and Feke

🇹🇴 Drink: Beer (Tonga Larger brand)

🇹🇴 Flower: None

🇹🇴 Hairstyle: Has a short hair so don’t know what style for this man.

PERSONALITY:

🇹🇴 Myers Briggs Type: ENFP Kapo has his own way of expressing towards others. Which is mostly mocking them openly with no shame. And he sometimes has bright new ideas of how to hurt others too. Also quite energetic when working. Gotta use that energy somehow.

🇹🇴 Confident: He is more confident that he can run into things without thinking. But that’s a good thing…right?

🇹🇴 Charismatic: Always thinks he had a good look to make ANY women swoon for him. Which most women would either find that hot or annoying (I choose ANNOYING).

NEGATIVE:

🇹🇴 Cocky: Kapo can be OVERLY self-confident that he’s being a show off from time to time. Which annoyed them sometimes. He had thought too highly of himself and would always love to brag about himself to others.

🇹🇴 Disrespectful: He gives no shits of others so he’ll just say whatever and however he wants. He’s the Lieutenant. But he knows his limits when it comes to the boss but with everyone else? He’ll just say it to their face.

🇹🇴 Bully: He is and always will be a big BULLY. Because of his pride, he would always get his way. And making sure that these recruits would listen to him or Graves. If they don’t respect him back then he’ll make sure that you’ll REGRET for doing that.

🇹🇴 Hot Temper: Has a VERY bad hot temper. He will flip the table or punch the wall. He might as well break EVERYTHING that is in his way to let his anger out.

🇹🇴 Mocking: Really enjoy mocking other people. And enjoys seeing their confident breaks so he usually finds their weak spot and uses it to take advantage.

Skills and Abilities:

🇹🇴 Fighting Style: Hand-to-Hand Combat and Boxing

🇹🇴 Weapons: M4 Carbine and MK19 Grenade Launcher

🇹🇴 Distinct Weapon: Hatchet, Sledge hammer and Machete 

🇹🇴 Special Skills:

Strength: He got that muscles of lifting about 400 weight and has that strong punch

Fast in Combat: Kapo is a BIG guy but he can punch and block FAST and HARD. No matter how many times you try to punch him or block him. He is still strong enough to knock you DOWN.

Family:

Unnamed Father (Father, Alive)

Unnamed Mother (Mother, Alive)

Unnamed Brother (Younger Brother, Alive)

Unnamed Sister (Younger Sister, Alive)

Unnamed Sister (Older Sister, Alive)

Pets:

Lyla (Younger Sister’s Dog, Deceased)

TRIVIA:

🇹🇴 Kapo had always rebel against his parents. Doesn’t want to do whatever they want him to do.

🇹🇴 Always a troublemaker in his family and he has no shame for that

🇹🇴 Use to work with Kanoa and the WTF but had been removed because of his recklessness during that one mission

🇹🇴 He had met with Callie in a bar somewhere in Texas and had accepted her offer of joining with the Shadow Company

🇹🇴 Bullied Nigel out of ALL of his teammates because of how he saw that ginger boy being soft and weird towards others.

🇹🇴 REALLY hated Kanoa ever since he got kicked out of the team. He thinks that the Captain is getting too soft and weak to lead. He’ll get back at him.

Background Story:

On August 22, 1984. Kapo was born on the Island of Tonga. He is the 2nd eldest of all of his siblings.

Kapo is one of the most REBELLIOUS kids in the family and in the village. He disrespected EVERYONE he sees. No remorse either. He always ended up making trouble and it upsetted his parents. No matter how many punishments that he takes, he still continues to rebel against them. Including his younger siblings and older sister. Always pranking them in a HARMFUL way, thinking that is funny but it’s NOT.

One time, Kapo had put something poisonous into the dog food and fed his little sister’s dog. After a few hours, his little sister started screaming and crying to find out that her dog is DEAD. He just chuckled and laughed without any sympathy. That’s when his dad had enough of his shenanigans as he’s been beating him up and whiplashing on Kapo for it while cursing him. Which made the boy angrier. So the rebellious boy fought back and started to grab the whiplash and pushes the old man and whiplash HIM instead. While his mother was yelling at him to STOP. But he didn’t listen. That’s when his older sister tackled him and pinned him down. Which he struggles to get off. And once everything had calmed down, his mother went to help his father while his younger brother comforted the younger sister. The father was extremely FURIOUS with Kapo and decided to kick him out of the house. Which that boy GLADLY took it. This happened in November 2001. 

5 years later. Ever since Kapo had gotten kicked out by his own family. He started to steal some things. Food, money, valuable goods, he even managed to steal some drugs so he could sell it for money. While after selling some good stuff to his clients, he heard a soldier. Walking around in the market showing a flier about joining the marines. It suddenly got his attention when that soldier mentioned money. He started to think about it before walking up to the soldier and telling them that he’s interested to join. So the soldier gladly accepted him and helped him to sign some papers before telling him the dates of when to depart and where to meet. So on that day, he left with the soldier to the Marines. He was 23 years old at that time.

For 6 years of training in the Marines, when Kapo was 29 years old, he was the Gunnery Sergeant. That’s when he met Kanoa Toa (that was the time when Kanoa’s two older brothers went out on a mission). These two are quite like buddies with each other and he was glad to have Kanoa with him. But his behavior has been questioning his buddy of why he’s acting all of this. Breaking a few rules and threatening some of the new recruits. He knows Kanoa thinks it’s wrong to do this but Kapo reassures his new friend that they won’t find out. And that’s also the time when his buddy’s brother had passed away. But he doesn’t even care about it so he just lets Kanoa mourn. This was in November 2006.

And in December 2014, that is when he met Kanoa’s younger sister. Tiala Toa. To tell you this, he finds her very attractive but would keep his distance since she does have two brothers who are looking after her. 

In May 2017, he heard that Kanoa is going on a mission with Tiala. He declined of joining in (because he’s lazy😒) with the team. And after a few hours of those missions. Kapo could see Kanoa had come back home all dirty and tears came down as he told him that he lost his sister. Again, he doesn’t care but is still trying his best to comfort his buddy. And he also helped him to find a way to save his younger sister. Which he doesn’t mind. As long as he gets some ACTION to it (NOW he wants to go). For five months of searching for clues, Kapo had helped Kanoa by interrogating most of the enemies. But by hurting them physically most of the time. And once they have found the sister, they’ve returned back to their home base. He also was handpicked by Kanoa to join the Task Force. Called the “Warriors Task Force”, a bit tacky but it’ll do.

So during October 2019 (during MW Reboot). Kapo has been called to join their new Task Force into a mission called “Operation Red Tide”. With only Kanoa and Tiala and some other team members. The mission is that they have to find those traffickers. And Kapo is not even helping. He disobeyed orders, created havoc and almost put their team and innocent people in DANGER because of his reckless act. Thankfully to Kanoa with his quick thinking and planning. They are safe. BUT the General and Kanoa had talked to Kapo that he would be kicked out of the Task Force and the military. For his attitude might cause danger into their soldiers and people. Kapo was FURIOUS to hear this and he marked his words to Kanoa that he will make sure that he’ll be sorry for releasing him.

February 2020. Kapo had decided to travel around the state for a bit with the money had left. So he decided to visit somewhere in Texas to get some good drinks and chicks on the way. And while in the bar, he had met a fine looking lady who had come up to him. Oh he did not forget that beautiful look. A blonde woman. They both talked for a while, having a few more drinks until that blonde woman had told him something that got his attention. She knows who he was and knows that he’s an Ex-Military. So she wanted him to join the Private Military Company called the “Shadow Company”. They will pay him REAL good. Kapo wasn’t very interested at first but when she mentioned the amount of payment that he’ll get. He suddenly accepted and went with her to meet with her older brother who OWNS the Shadow Company.

And the rest…are HISTORY.

(Will Create his Moodboard later on)

[goodluckclove]

I have spent some time now trying to formulate a question but every time i arrive back at there's probably no answer. OH. So. (Please ignore if you do not want to answer or can't or whatever. I'm thinking instead of sleeping and that tends to lead to strange thoughts.)

Where does creativity come from? Like, how do people get that spark that turns into an idea an universe. How do they step outside what they have experienced (tropes, stories), and... create something of their own.

I don't know. The answer is probably somewhere between "it just comes" and "they listen and notice it" (as in they are not in something resembling chronic creative burnout).

Writing looks fun. Creating stories. Having a world take shape in your imagination. I enjoy getting glimpses into that process and seeing the end products. (I would love to try it myself but it's one of those "so far away i have zero idea where to start" things. Where on the other hand rants, thoughts, concepts *prompted* by anything and routed in something already existing seem to come freely and turn into whole essays (sometimes at least). Oh well.)

I really don't know. Please ignore if this is weird. I should maybe have some water.

Take care if where you are it's also way too hot. Have water or rest or whatever might be good in that moment, if you want. I hope your day goes as well as can be, with nice moments and strength for the hard ones. (How do people end asks i am not good at people today.)

Hi! You sent this to me a while ago and I hadn't answered it, but I've been thinking about it a lot. I think I'm finally settled enough to answer it.

I think every human being - at least every that I've come across - possesses innate creativity and the ability to make art. I never believed in the concept of god-given "talent" and actually find the concept deeply patronizing as, in my mind, it implies no real effort. Which is bullshit. I will call an artist capable, honest, skilled, passionate - I will never call them talented.

Children are creative in their natural state and in their own way. What happens is an exposure to poison over the years. Your favorite books and movies aren't good for the reasons you like them, or if they are it doesn't matter because they're not real art. People project what they think art is onto you and negate any opportunity for you to grow and form your own sense of intuition.

Or you're never given a chance to really explore art at all. No one makes an effort to show you books you can relate to, so you decide you don't like reading. You think the stuff at art museums is just stuffy Old Dead Guy paintings, and since no one suggests you explore otherwise you never explore painting or sculpting as something accessible to you. It's an unbelievable tragedy to me and I cringe inwardly every time someone tells me they just aren't creative.

There are no uncreative people. There are no boring people. There are only people who were lied to and demeaned until they felt the only real option was to deny themselves the language of communicating through art and storytelling. And that's fucking horrible.

So how can you move past that? I talk to a lot of "aspiring writers" (another term I despise), who tell me blocks in their creative process that keep them from doing the work they want to do. Oftentimes I just respond by asking who told you that? Was it a teacher who was unable to finish their novel because of some poison they consumed? A parent who only sees you through the lens of a career they've decided you're meant to pursue to have value in the world? Perhaps a stranger on the Internet who realized that you can gain a facade of illusory "respect" by making individual taste and limited artistic scope as an overall rule of thumb everyone else has to follow?

Once you find the root of what makes you feel fundamentally severed from creativity, you can start to undo the hold it has over you. You might have to start further back than what feels good for the ego. If you struggle to write a long-term project, maybe you just need to write something. Anything. Just play with fragments and develop a foundation of actually confirming you're able to take up space. Because you are and you absolutely should.

Big ramble but this is a really important topic to me. Don't know where to start? There are really no wrong movies! People watch and wonder what their lives are like! Explore a single plot point of character without worrying about an overarching narrative! As discouraging as it can feel to struggle in a way so many other people seem perfectly well-versed in, it is never too late to develop creativity in your life!

[thenonconformistcurmudgeon]

Breukelen

I was born and grew up on the cement sidewalks and playgrounds of Brooklyn in a multiethnic/multiracial blue-collar neighborhood but it was not to be my ultimate destination. Although there was so much to love about my surroundings, I knew it was not where I wanted to end up.  Watching my father and the other fathers trudge home from the subways and buses from jobs they despised, I wanted something poles apart for myself.  I knew education was my way out to achieve my goals of not being a slave to the weekly paycheck, to be able to travel, to be in nature, to experience beauty.  

The sweaty men coming home from their factory jobs appeared so beaten down. There was great honor in what they did.  Providing for their family, giving their children the opportunities for something more, knowing they themselves would never be able to have it. Their pride in their children was their joy and their blessings.  The mothers had dinner just about ready when the fathers walked through the door. Their lives were about home, children, and subjugating desires in the hopes for a better life for their children. From the mothers and fathers, I learned hard work and persistence were necessary to achieve goals even if the goals were discrepant.

In the summer, the pavement would heat up and you could feel the hot steam radiating off the sidewalk. There was the heat of the summer sun with limited tree canopy, and becoming quickly drenched with perspiration from the unbearable humidity. In the month of June, school was oppressive from the heat and little academic work was attempted. In the winter, little heat from the furnace was used at night, and I’d shiver in bed from the cold.  My views of Brooklyn run hot and cold as well.

In some ways it was a magical place full of freedom and reckless abandon. The corner candy store with penny candies such as dots, bazooka bubble gum and licorice. Baseball cards could be bought for a think a dime with 5 cards and the rock hardest piece of gum. The endless games on the street and in the cement playgrounds. With a simple rubber ball, you could play stickball, box ball, stoop ball, hit the penny, punch ball, handball, and likely others that I can’t recall. You could walk around the block to see friends, even if it was to just hang out on the stoop.

I learned teamwork from the ceaseless playground sports, a lifelong skill that came in handy no matter the setting.  Being such a diverse neighborhood, I learned to read people well, so one could get along. Being Brooklyn, you also learned how to playfully harass each other and accept being chided.  An important aptitude was knowing how far you could go and the boundaries. Certainly, no one would get away with being haughty and were quickly put in their place.

There was a time my father came home with a coat for me.  It was a cheap knockoff fake leather coat and I surely knew that my friends would give me hell for wearing it.  Despite knowing what would happen, to please my father I wore it once or twice, and sure enough my friends wasted no time making fun of me and the coat. I stopped wearing it and my father didn’t understand why I wouldn’t wear it while my friends would also question why I wasn’t wearing it but their interests were not so benevolent.

However, like the heat, the community could be stifling. There was not a lot in the way of beauty, art, nature and intellectual curiosity. The palette was bland in many ways. All were economically struggling families so in that way there was not much diversity in lifestyle.  You had to go into Manhattan (the city), to see folks leading a more varied cultural and economic journeys.

I loved the bohemia of Greenwich village.  The varied ways people dressed, acted, sexual orientations, and the freedoms it encouraged. The museums of the city allowed me to see art, beauty, culture, and have a greater anthropological understanding of the animal kingdom and humanity.  The talent at a Broadway play was astounding.   The music, dance, acting, singing, costumes, set designs are all awe-inspiring.  I’d walk down fifth avenue and watch wealthy people shop and wonder how did all those people get so much money as I personally didn’t know anyone like that. I’d go into Saks Fifth Avenue to use the bathroom but would wander the fur department and be transported into a different civilization.

Although as a teen and a young man, I thought I’d end up in Greenwich Village as my escape from Brooklyn, it was not to be. My friends foresaw my future better than I could. I guess they were good at reading people too.  My friends had a nickname for me, nature boy, as I would take girls to prospect park, the botanic gardens, and any green space I could find.  I guess it is no surprise I spent over 30 years living in the forest in Maine surrounded by greens turning to yellows, reds, oranges, browns in the autumn.

Although I made my break from Brooklyn at age 18, Brooklyn is deeply ingrained in my character, nature, soul. I can still be the fast talking, wise cracking guttersnipe who doesn’t let a friend or associate get away with being snooty. For nature boy also likes taking down myself or someone else a peg or two.  Brooklyn has never been politically correct but within its historical diversity you accept we are all alike, no better nor worse than each other. I’ve been told I can come across very self-assured and confident in my proclamations, but I too am just that guy in the fake leather vinyl coat. Go ahead, take a swipe at me, the kid from Brooklyn can take it.

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[nbphotograpy]

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There are many different ways to get creative inspiration, from reading a book or watching a movie to listening to music that evokes the spirit of creativity within you. The most important thing is to be open to all the ideas that come your way! You can also network with fellow photographers to find out new tips and tricks that you might not have known about before.

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[juneisafantasyaddict]

The difference between the amount of Darklina fan content (fics, art, social media engagement) vs the Malina content should be enough to tell LB that al her puritan preaching nonsense that’s totally devoid of nuance isn’t working.

The fact that there are so many fix its, so many post winter fete fics, so many “what if Alina had agency and chose to actually find out the truth instead of blindly believing Baghra’s lies,” and so many more scenarios, the fact that these exist should tell LB that maybe she didn’t tell the story she thought she did?

If most of your fandom is shipping your heroine with your supposed villain, maybe pause and see why instead of getting mad at your audience, saying ridiculous things on podcasts, and writing the fans into your book as a deranged cult?

The number of darklina fics on ao3 is like 4X more than the malina fics, and there’s a reason for it. I mean, one of the reasons is that antis would rather yell at darklinas than enjoy their meadow ship🤣🤣 but that’s not the only reason. I suspect the reason is that a lot of people just aren’t into this?

Also, it’s ridiculous for anyone to be surprised by the Darklina popularity. Like, if you’re shocked that people ship Alina with Aleksander, I just kinda assume that you’ve never been into YA or romance??? Like, when have we not shipped the kinda naive good girl with a dark side with the mysterious hot guy who helps her unlock her desires? Have you even read an airport romance novel? Literally no one wants to read about a bland af love interest. It doesn’t make for good books, and it sure as shit isn’t good on screen either. It’s boring.

It’s like people are forgetting that fantasy isn’t reality and you literally cannot punish people for thinking about stuff. This idea than liking a fantasy thing somehow reflects your morals is so fucking stupid, I want to laugh. Because really? I can’t fantasize about things I wouldn’t do in real life? I have to limit my imagination now to what is acceptable to random idiots on the internet who have no critical thinking skills or basic understanding of nuance??

This shit is how art has become increasingly meh. From literature, to film, to music, to paintings, anything. Everyone suddenly wants every piece of art of fit their super specific idea of what is “good” or “appropriate.” We used to only have to worry about religious organizations, conservatives, and oppressive governments trying to censor art, but now we have to worry about the “super woke” too, how very horse shoe of you guys btw.

Sigh, this wasn’t supposed to be a rant, and I really don’t want to dwell on it too much. But I’m going to say this, most antis I’ve come across are teenagers, which honestly is enough reason to just ignore them completely because lmao! I remember being a teenager, it was literally less than a decade ago. However, we’re increasingly giving teenagers way too much power to shape our society/culture and that’s fucking mental. People are literally scared to say things, write the stories they want to tell, make films they want, hell even make policies that make sense because they are afraid of being “called out” by 15 year olds on the internet. Wtf is this???? How are we not freaking out about this??

I’m not saying we shouldn’t listen to younger people, we should hear them. What we shouldn’t do is treat their fucking thoughts/whims as unchallengeable gospel. A lot of teenagers are intelligent thoughtful people, but they are still kids, and they fucking require guidance. I actually don’t care if this come off as condescending, I’m cool with that. What I’m not cool with is teenagers dictating what people can/can’t do/feel/think/fantasize about.

I’ve never seen a darklina fan pretend that Aleksander is a saint, we literally know he’s not and we like him anyway. Like, you literally are not owed an explanation because I like a fictional immortal shadow summoner and you don’t. No, I’m not explaining shit to you, if you’re pissed, don’t fucking read my posts then. Block me, don’t engage in darklina related conversations, literally go live your life away from me 🤣🤣🤣 But no, you antis would rather creep around our tags and preach as if that means anything. It doesn’t.

[beautifulterriblequeen]

What do you think sky mages primarily do? Moon mages are described mainly as illusionists, and sun mages are described as healers. But sky mages are supposed to be “excellent acrobats, dancers, and sometimes thieves.” So does that mean they’re mainly performance artists?

The full quote is “Even with limited physical strength, a Sky mage can learn to perform feats of incredible agility, making them excellent acrobats, dancers, and sometimes thieves.” 

There’s other good info in there too, though, about magically enhancing movement to provide bursts of speed and leaps of great strength. The word that comes to mind when I consider all these options is versatility. The wind is very changeable. The Sky primal might be the one with the widest variety of applications out of all of them.

Performance art could be an actual Skywing thing, and I’d love to see it. Practically speaking, though, such basics as acrobatics, poise, body mechanics, artistry, speed, and accuracy might be the Skywing equivalent of Moonshadow dance, grace, teamwork, and other community-minded skills. Everyone learns them. They’re some of the basic building blocks of their culture. And then they take them and use them widely, not necessarily only as their narrow focus.

Example: Rayla can dance very gracefully. But she isn’t a professional dancer, she’s an assassin. It’s a skill she learned because dancing is part of magical community spells, and probably also a big social thing, in her culture. But if you had a dance-off with her, she’d probably wipe the floor with you anyway.

In the same vein, Skywings might all have an collective sociocultural level of grace, speed, and athleticism because those skills are used in everyday life. 

That said, there’s evidence in TTM that the Moon Druids danced their spells and were incredibly graceful at it. That level of grace and poise was professional, not social. They’d need their dancing to be top notch.

So Sky mages may need their ability to be dancers and acrobats because those skills, at a professional level, are needed to perform their best magic.

Skywriting, anyone? I want skywriting! Hah, that would be really cool! I always think about that cloud swirl over Katolis Castle in the opening shot of S1E2 and wonder if it’s Skywing or Storm Dragon created, as opposed to a general harbinger of doom, or maybe a nod to Runaan’s Hurricane--a very specific harbinger of doom in this context.

Anyway! Sky mages aren’t held to any particular moral calling any more than anyone else, I guess, so any light-fingered tendencies would only be bolstered by the ability to yeet themselves to safety, whether through strength, agility, speed, or actual wings. Look at all those versatile options!

I could only guess at what worldbuilding is in place for Skywings when it comes to mage specialties. I hope they have uhhh weather elves, I guess, who can tame storms and shoo rainclouds here and there, to keep the land below balanced, neither too hot nor cold, too wet nor dry. And I hope they’re kooky as heck! Chubby hobbitlike Skywing mages who potter about Xadia from cliff to peak, happily tending the land below as their personal garden and genially beaming down on everyone, but not wanting to go on any particular adventures of their own. That’d be cute as heck, tbh.

Anyone familiar with ElfQuest? Winnowill? Ooh she was a piece of work, an excellent villain! A Skywing Winnowill, treating people as breezes to be plucked and turned, changing the currents of fate around her. Basically a cult leader, powerful, charming, intimidating, and creepy af. “Staying outside the chaos” by controlling it. It’s the very antithesis of a Skywing, really, and therefore fabulous villain material. Almost an Aaravos, but fully integrated into the living world.

On a much lighter note, messenger elves would be vital in times of crisis. Maybe there are Skywing mage cultural attachés that dwell in the various elven capitals, or at least visit regularly, or who can be summoned in case of emergency, so that the separate communities can begin to work together against some kind of common threat? That would play to their strengths--speed and accuracy--while also letting them stay safe and away from fighting if they didn’t wish to engage. That’s basically what Ibis did: he fetched and gathered and assembled those who wanted to fight together, and then he uh, well we don’t know whether he fought or not, but he wasn’t on screen as a combatant. But he did use his skills in a way no one else could, and he played a vital part in assuring that battle’s success beforehand.

Not everyone has to be a combatant in Xadia, but can you imagine a Skywing mage in battle? Hoo boy! Even if they simply held an ordinary weapon and only enhanced their physical speed and strength, they’d be astonishing. Tossing the odd spell about on top of that makes me wonder... do Skywings have combat heroes? Is that a thing they celebrate? Or is it more like just one more option among so many that such a choice carries no more glory than choosing to be a masterful dancer?

Maybe that very versatility is why the Skywings are so spread out across Xadia. If a binary identity belongs to Sunfires and Moonshadows, then perhaps we can look at the Skywings’ range of options as far more than merely a spectrum--as a cloud, equal yet diffuse. They may blow together, or they may blow apart, and yet they are always cloud stuff. Maybe Skywings tend to hang out with other elves of like mind, or with no one, like Nyx, just as much as they hang out together, as birds of a feather.

As far as Callum’s future mage options go, it really depends on who trains him and how much exposure he gets to the basics behind the magic he’s learning. But Rayla is graceful and acrobatic on the ground. Looks like Callum will become graceful and acrobatic in the air, to both match and mirror her. And that’s super cool.

[florvinhara]

my detectives (part 2)

celebrating the end of this semester w infodump part 2 ft luna! (part 1)

Luna [redacted] Kingston

Romances A or M

Age: 27

Birthday: September 12

Star sign: Virgo

Height: 5'3"

Hair: black, wavy and shoulder length w choppy front bangs

Eyes: dark blue

Other appearance details: eyesight is bad enough that she usually wears glasses but she can still mostly see w/out them. long scar on neck from the murphy attack. old scars on knees and elbows (the Klutz special).

Languages: Conversational fluency in lots of them!

Stats:

Charming/Intimidating

Impulsive/Cautious

Sarcastic/Genuine

Friendly/Stoic

Easygoing/Stubborn

Heart/Mind

Optimist/Pessimist

Team player/Independent

Primary skills: Deduction & people

Strengths: Outgoing, kind, trusting, creative thinker, jack of all trades, open-minded, thoughtful, devoted, loyal, strong-willed

Weaknesses: Guilty, flighty, overactive imagination, clumsy, low self-esteem, unfocused, nervous, dishonest, impetuous, irrational at times

Personal:

her middle name is currently [redacted] bc im pretty sure rook's sister is Evil and for the Drama im gonna make luna's middle name the aunt's first name ;) if it turns out the aunt isnt a villain then.... idk maybe she still will be in my heart <3

she's worn glasses since she was 12, but her vision is. Technically good enough that she can mostly get by without them, leading to her always putting them on top of her head and subsequently losing them

in my heart she's an investigative journalist who moved back to wayhaven after sm things went down at her old job that made her want to find out what really happened to rook and reconnect w rebecca, but then got caught up in the murder plot with UB starting book 1, but in the vein of canon, she joined the force to follow in rook's footsteps etc.

she was kind of a weird kid, always daydreaming and making up her own very in-depth games and stories in the corner- she was pretty shy! sometimes she wld write them down and that's what first got her interested in writing

the car is named Tracy and she is a LADY who is doing her best!!!! at this point tracy is a cherished friend, jokes about her being bad will Not be well received >:(

she's very much in her head all the time, smtimes her sentences sort of meander and just go off on tangents and then kind of drift off at the ends

rebecca sent her to boarding school for a while following an Event in luna's childhood that made rebecca feel like wayhaven wasn't safe for the time being, she had lots of fun but that's kind of the time when luna started to worry she'd done smth wrong and that's why rebecca didn't want her around, since she'd kind of blocked out the Incident

many nervous habits! including but not limited to: cleaning her glasses, braiding small strands of her hair, jostling her leg, cracking her knuckles

she is actually v smart! in a book sense at least :0 she's clever and good at solving puzzles, and she remembers a lot of rlly obscure info abt lots of things- look into her eyes and you can basically hear the mii music playing, but she is intelligent!

she loves animals :') walking anywhere with her takes Ages bc she wants to stop and look at birds and if there's a worm on the sidewalk everything comes to a Halt while a rescue operation is performed

rocks!!!!! she's a huge geology nerd and she Loves them sm, fun crystals and pebbles alike :) she collects them all and if you picked one up and asked her abt it she wld know exactly when and where she got it

she hates seasonal music!!!! halloween songs and Especially christmas songs!! she cant explain why but it drives her up. the. wall. during the last few months of the year she's like that gif from community of the woman hitting the guy with a candy cane like "its December 10th!!!" its the one thing about the holidays she doesn't like

lots of her favorite books are from the golden age of detective fiction! she also reads a lot of poetry and history books, and loves nonfiction :D she's a sucker for any book with really in depth worldbuilding and/or a map on the front inside cover- she DID read the entire silmarillion AND enjoy it! she loves animated and stop-motion movies, laika is her Favorite studio and she owns every studio ghibli movie

she loves any food or drink where the main ingredient is sugar <3 catch her eating lucky charms dry straight from the box! she'll only drink coffee if it has like. vanilla or sm other sweet flavoring added to it along with 12 packs of sugar

her sleep schedule.... oh no! she had insomnia even before murphy, and now with the nightmares, it's even worse :( it's ok though! she uses the nighttime to work on art or baking or writing etc.

she listens to lots of indie/folk music- the oh hellos are one of her favorite bands! also she's a big fan of fun pop music- carly rae jepsen, bleachers, hayley kiyoko, HAIM, etc. also smdfnsj she Does listen to lofi music

she's loved chess since she was a kid and often plays against herself or another opponent- she also usually has a puzzle she's working on, and really likes crossword puzzles/sudoku games!

background noise is a Friend <3 it rlly helps her focus!

she loves her potted plants a lot! she has very detailed instructions on how to take care of them and she does talk/sing to them to help them grow

her house Looks minimalist? she values the aesthetic but she cannot commit- open any drawer in her house and you'll find like 7000 receipts she hasn't thrown out yet

she is Sweet but! untapped Rage is there... she has a tendency to bottle things up until one tiny thing makes her Go Off with all the stress and anger she's been holding back :( she Will cry and yell and then be completely horrified and spend the next 3-4 weeks apologizing profusely

she feels bad about. Everything :( she blames herself a lot,, it's easier to tell herself that things are going wrong bc it's her Fault and she did smth wrong rather than accept that it's out of her control

on that subject things with rebecca are Awkward!! they kind of drifted apart and luna feels like she shld have tried harder to keep in touch

her primary love language... probably words of affirmation or physical affection! she's very open w her affections and telling/showing people she loves them (to the extent they're comfortable with it! she prefers to let whoever she's with dictate the pace of the relationship)

if you see her Sleeping on the floor.... just leave her be,, she's sleepy

she is. weirdly lucky at small things and games of chance? catch her being dealt a full house right out of the gate during card games or finding quarters on the street all the time! she wins carnival games like nobody's business <3

absently she knows all the Lucky things to wish on! shooting stars, ladybugs, eyelashes, pennies, 11:11, etc :)

she dresses like. a very specific kind of influencer lowkey, w the oversized t-shirts and jeans ksdfm, the Sweaters/coats, etc.

hot weather does Not spark joy- she owns like 700 fans and loves getting to wear all her cute winter clothes :)

she's not allowed to watch cooking/baking shows unsupervised anymore, following the Incident where she watched one and then spent the entire night building a Giant gingerbread mansion spreading across the floor of her apartment

she deflects. a Lot! not even intentionally really but it just Happens :/ she's naturally a pretty open person but smtimes she just naturally is Not Talking abt it and tries to play things off, especially personal things abt her feelings/reactions to things <3

she is Nervous,, her base level of stress is. kind of up there! surprises Do Not work bc she will just Shriek and drop what she's holding sndfsjn.... it was like that even before murphy but. you know. it's more pronounced now :/

in her heart she is like. a human golden retriever! she's excited!! she wants to be friends!! she's roaming around,, take her for a walk and maybe she will find a cool stick to carry!!

she walks with a little bit of a skip in her step! on her toes a bit so nobody can tell she is Short... (it doesnt work)

[lethendralis-paints]

Artist Meme

Was tagged to answer this set of interesting questions by @kourvo​

(original post is here: https://kourvo.tumblr.com/post/621355098110640128/artist-meme

Thank you so much for that!

Let’s see....

1) What is the character you've drawn the most (Can be original or fanart)

This precious boy. I can never get enough of him. One of the most compelling characters I have ever come across. Love everything about Fenris and can relate to him on so many levels!

2. What colour do you often use? 

Gray and brown are my faves. And all other colours have the same chance of appearing in my artwork :D

3. Any colour you are bad at using?

I don’t think so...I love them all, even the pinks and yellows people usually find hard to incorporate into a colour palette. Tell me in the comments if I’m wrong :)

4. When drawing people, where do you start? 

Funnily enough - either with the front of the hairline or with the left eyebrow. Don’t ask me, why - I don’t know myself.

5. What is a character only your eraser will love?

Hmmmm...any sort of villainous character. I can’t draw evil people convincingly. I’m a huge softy at heart.

6. Which of your works took the longest time? 

Big scale commission I did for @pikapeppa​, featuring all the Inquisition companions, along with Fenris, Rynne and Carver Hawke. That one took almost 3 weeks, due to its sheer scope and my relative lack of experience in such large works. Pika was extremely patient with me though, for that I am eternally thankful!

7. What techniques do you use when you want to improve in drawing? 

Classical art studies. Varying my technique, themes I choose and software I use. I try to experiment and go outside my comfort zone often.

8. What do you think of the art of the person who gave you this ask meme? 

I adore Lillymon’s technical skill, refined style and limited colours! She is a huge inspiration for me!

9. What art tools/media are you good with? 

DrawPile, Photoshop, graphite pencils and liners. That’s about it :)

10. Art tools/media you are bad at? 

Traditional paints. I have no formal artistic education and my lack of knowledge comes to the forefront whenever I have to paint on a real canvas. It’s so much trial and error, you can’t even imagine....

11. What do you think about your own art? 

Lately it’s one of the last few things that were bringing me joy. I hope I won’t lose the passion for it. Because at this point I’m not sure I’ll be able to find some occupation I will be genuinely interested in and good at it. I don’t know if me gravitating towards moody fantasy art speaks about my fear of facing reality. If so, idk what to do with that. I do hope to develop my skills and being able to support myself financially as an artist.

12. Do you consult references for your drawings? 

Yes. A lot of them. Anatomical atlases, schemes for both academic and manga art, photographs found online and taken on my own, copying colour palettes from classical art - anything goes. I think it’s essential to develop your technical skill.

13. What do you like about your art? 

Lately - consistency, both in terms of produced results and in sticking to the timelines I set to myself. I hope this lasts. I would also like to branch out to other themes and not confine myself to quirky fantasy characters, so I’m working on developing my own story behind the scenes (spoilers) :P

14. What habits do you have while drawing?

Only the bad ones, lol. Hunching forward in front of the screen, forgetting to eat, drink and letting my eyes rest. Tilting my head to the side instead of rotating the canvas....I’m an idiot XD

15. Are you good at drawing faces facing right? 

I think that’s the thing I’m good at!

16. How frequently do you draw? 

For the last 1,5 years - almost every day without fail, for good or ill.

17. What do you do when you have artist's block? 

Change occupation and work myself into a depressed state. I changed work places in the last few years a lot, working as an interior designer, draftsman, textile designer, a cook, a bartender to name a few.

18. What must you have when you draw? 

No commotion around me and a cup of some hot beverage.

19. Do you have a lot of stray lines (messy lineart)? 

In the starting stage of my work process - yes, like you wouldn’t believe! If it’s a personal doodle, I sometimes just leave in as am under layer and draw clean lines on top of that mess. It looks cool in a way.

20. What is drawing to you?

An essential part of what helped me to retain my sanity in the last year and a half. Hopefully a lasting profession that will help me pay bills and survive on my own, if my life falls apart entirely later.

21. Your art goal from now on? 

Broaden the themes I depict, improve my technical skill, work on personal creative project and not only fan arts. And most of all - not giving up on it this time.

22. Artists you've had influence from? 

To name a few: @kallielef​ @kourvo​ @shayafury​ @fairsparrow​ who I met here on Tumblr, and many others who I follow and zealously study their works for clues on how to improve my own work.

23. Artists you like? 

I am following them all either here or on Instagram, I also do my best to share their works on my side blog!

24. Which is easier to draw, humans or animals? 

It was animals earlier. But now that I started to diligently study human anatomy, I would say it evened out! I’m quite confident drawing humans/humanoids now!

25. Show us an old drawing 

My first digital drawing from 2010 when I first bought my tablet!

26. What is the charm-point of your art?

I ummm....I don’t really get the question? Is that like the the strongest suit of me as an artist? Intense expressions maybe? Idk. Let me know in the comments :D

27. What is the first thing you would draw if we're talking about fantasy? 

Broody warriors, he-he

28. Please draw your most beloved character:

Here’s a sneak-peek of me drawing him right now! :D

29. When thinking of characters is it mostly female? male? or androgynous/no sex? 

I usually gravitate towards depicting strong-willed, caring, passionate, brave, honest men and women.

30. What did you draw yesterday? 

Started cleaning up that sketch from the last question, actually!

31. What is the funnest part to draw? 

A circle. Mostly because you’d die laughing seeing my struggle to draw a believable one XD

32. What part of other people's drawings do you notice first? 

colours, mood, eyes, hands.

33. Regarding backgrounds, what is your method of making it easier to draw? 

pick your favourite textured brush, find a good reference for mood and colour scheme, zoom out, squint your eyes and start slapping colours like mad. You’d be amazed at how much you’ll be able to achieve in 30 minutes with this approach. Bare white background is the enemy - destroy it! >:)

34. What colour coordinations do you like? 

Gray or brown as a main colour and then deep, earthy, saturated colours to complement the main one. Pink and orange is the combination I strangely enjoy using lately too.

35. What character did you last draw? Fenris and Eris :)

36. Does your style change easily? 

I don’t think so. More like it’s evolving slowly into something more serious and deliberate.

37. What part of drawing do you pay most attention to? 

Facial expression, body movement, mood and light effects. Not so much the composition and framing, he he.

38. How do you feel about drawing adult art? 

Tbh, I don’t consider straight up porn to be ‘adult’ exactly. To me adult art means aiming towards serious topics, exploring complex emotions and ideas, being honest with your viewer. I did doodle a few more steamy sketches of my OTP just to see if I could, but it was definitely a tongue-in-cheek kind of a artwork that I don’t take seriously.

39. Do you like criticism from others? 

If it’s friendly and in done in private - I welcome it always.

40. How many people do you normally draw per artwork? 

1 or 2. Rarely more. Crowded battle scenes are definitely not my thing :D

This was fun! Tagging forward to @shayafury​ @schoute​ @stella-minerva​ @nug-juggler​ @kallielef​ and anyone else wishing to go through such a long questionnaire!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Careless

For @b-lank-0 in return for the lovely art she drew for Witness!!! It was awesome and amazing and you can find it on my Instagram

Warnings: non/dubcon, rough sex, multiple partners, threat of violence, humiliation.

This is dark!Bucky Barnes and dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You share a floor with Bucky and Steve in Stark Tower. They’re growing tired of your general cluelessness and they let it be known.

DISCLAIMER: READ ALL WARNINGS. ALL OF THEM.

It was difficult at first. You hadn’t lived with anyone since that one year in university. After that, you had requested a private dorm; late nights filled with your roommates blaring music and raucous voices had been too much. Ever since, you had held to the pattern of solitary. You weren’t anti-social per se, more socially inept. Your childhood shyness had only grown to adulthood aloofness. So it was that you had moved into Stark Tower with trepidation.

You had been an intelligence operative for years but only recently promoted to work directly with Stark and his team. Your move to New York had been stressful in itself and Tony had generously offered to save you a fortune in rent with a tenure at his infamous skyscraper. You had accepted if only because you had no other option. Yet the prospect of living alongside those you had only ever seen on the news was even more overwhelming than merely the thought of living with others.

The actual arrangements had cemented your anxiety; stirring a constant storm of nerves within. You were to share a floor with the two super soldiers and thus far they had been less than welcoming. You supposed that was mostly your fault. Your shyness was often mistaken for standoffishness and you were clumsy to boot. Disaster was never far behind you. The only thing you were skilled at was your job and that only took up so much of your time. When left to your own devices, well, you were better off doing nothing at all than even trying.

Today was no exception to the rules. It had been almost a month since your arrival at the tower. You were slowly growing used to your roommates. You had learned to time your own daily routine around theirs. You woke up early to shower before they woke so you were gone before them and ate your meals in the common room a few floors down. When you were in the loft, you tried to stay in your room. The few times you had run into Steve or Bucky, you felt as if you were in their way. Especially after spilling a bowl of cereal on the former and elbowing the other in his rib as you tried to untangle your sleeve from a door handle.

You were in the shower when it all fell apart. You were just washing the last of the soap from your hair when the alarm began to wail. Shit! You forgot you put the kettle on for tea and you had taken a bit longer than planned. You pulled back the curtain and wrapped yourself in a towel before you dashed into the hallway. You cursed under your breath as you ran to the stove, the smoke rising as you turned the knob to ‘off’. You took the dishcloth from over the oven handle and began to fan the thick cloud away from the alarm’s sensor.

“Jesus,” Bucky’s angry voice was the last you wanted to hear. Steve followed behind as they arrived to scowl at your latest fiasco.

The alarm stopped its song and you lowered your arm and hung the dishcloth back in its spot. You gulped as you clutched the top of the towel together. Water dripped from your hair in cool pebbles down your back. You shivered as the smoke cleared and the super soldiers remained; grumbling as they crossed their arms at you.

���Sorry, guys,” You cringed, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Well you did,” Bucky growled as he neared and leaned against the fridge. He yawned though it sounded more a snarl.

“You know, we just got back from a mission?” Steve huffed, his chest rose and fell dangerously. You noticed then that neither of them were dressed. They only wore their boxers and it made you even more aware of your own lack of clothing.

“At three a.m.,” Bucky added, “So about three hours ago.”

“I really didn’t mean too. I was just making tea.” You blinked innocently.

“While you were in the shower?” Steve’s arms uncrossed, his hands on his hips now. “Smart.”

“You really need to get your head on straight,” Bucky gritted through his teeth, “This little sweet act isn’t gonna cut it forever.”

“Tony and his pet projects,” Steve chortled darkly, “He does pick the most tragic characters.”

“Hey,” Despite the active discontent aimed in your direction, your hackles rose at the jab. “I earned my place here. Same as you.”

“No, you see we’re agents and you’re, well...” Steve looked to Bucky.

“A desk jockey,” Bucky finished. “You’re Stark’s little pet. Running around, grabbing his files and his coffee.”

“No,” Your voice peaked, “I do more than that. I-I-I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Oh look, the little mouse is upset,” Bucky chuckled, “She might even bite if we push her far enough.”

“Just leave me alone,” You grumbled and made to walk past them. They moved in tandem and closed the space between them; blocking your way out of the kitchen. “Get out of my way.”

“You gonna make us?” Steve challenged.

“Just...you two, stop, okay? I’ll go talk to Tony and have him change my room.” You hugged your chest as the towel threatened to slip.

“Hmm,” They looked at each other before their eyes went back to you, “We don’t want you to move.”

“No, we just want you to learn a few things,” Bucky smirked, “Like how this whole thing works.”

“What ‘whole thing’?” You asked dryly. You stepped back just a little under the heat of their gaze.

“Living together, working together…” Steve’s eyes strayed along your bare shoulder, “I don’t think the problem here is your general oblivion.”

“No, there’s tension, you see? Anger at first, sure, but more than that,” Bucky flexed his biceps as he spoke. “We need to get it all out in the open. Take the stress out of this place.”

You took another step back and looked around the loft. You weren’t sure you caught their meaning clearly. You swallowed your nerves. “Look, I’m just going to have my tea and you two can get back to bed.” You turned and opened a cupboard, distracting yourself as you searched for the breakfast tea. “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

You closed the cupboard door, the tea swiftly snatched from your grip. Steve threw the box over his shoulder and it bounced into the sink. You tried to back away but found yourself colliding with another; unseen until his arm was around your middle. Bucky clung to you and shifted you next to the stove. With his free arm he reached over your shoulder and moved the kettle from one burner to the other. He grabbed your hand and raised it over the hot coil; just close enough to feel its heat.

“Now, you’re going to do as we say or we’ll just teach you the old fashioned way,” Your hand was only an inch from the burner. “Understood?”

You trembled as he held you against the stove. Your voice rose an octave as you choked out your answer. “Y-yes.”

You glanced over at Steve, shocked as he hooked his thumbs in his boxer and removed them with a single swipe. As he stood upright, so did his cock and you gasped. Bucky pulled you away from the stove and released your hand. He tugged at the towel until it fell away and you tried to catch it. Bucky’s hands were on your shoulders, pushing you towards the island opposite the counter. Your stomach hit the lip painfully and you soon found yourself bent over the island.

Steve came to the other side, his thick fingers brushed your damp hair away from your face. He smacked your ass, your feet dangling to the floor as you struggled to reach the tile. Steve’s hand knotted in your hair and he pulled your head back, his other hand on his cock.

“Don--” You were smothered as he pushed himself past your lips, grazing your teeth.

You almost bit down as you felt Bucky’s cock prodding at your entrance. You kicked your feet out and he slapped your ass with both hands. You yelped around Steve’s cock as he shoved himself further, gagging you as he met the back of your throat. Bucky entered you as he spread your ass, bottoming out as Steve did the same. Your hands gripped the countertop as you struggled to breath.

“Now, I think this is much better than arguing,” Steve remarked as his hand went to your neck. He could feel his cock as it moved inside.

The sensation of both of them inside of you was too much. The shock of how quickly it had all descended was worse. You could barely breathe, the invasion of both mouth and pussy was painful. Bucky’s metal fingers stabbed into your hip and Steve’s hand formed a vice as he held both your neck and hair as he plowed into your face. You were struggling to stay conscious as Bucky got deeper inside, well past your limit.

You gurgled around Steve’s cock, the slobber coating his length and your lips. Their grunts and the slapping of flesh drowned out any noise you made in your distress. You reached out to grasp Steve’s thighs, trying to hold him away from you. He only thrust harder and you started slapping him blindly, your eyes rolling back.

You felt yourself growing wetter as Bucky worked into you easier. Your face was on fire, both from the ongoing assault and your shame. The little flicker was growing to a spark. You felt Bucky’s grip on your leg as he forced you to bend it up on your counter at a right angle. You were even more open to him and he held your leg in place with a growl.

“Fuck, Stevey, you were right,” He snarled, “She’s not so hopeless after all.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve pulled out of your mouth suddenly. “Come on, switch.”

“P-please,” You tried to pull yourself away from Bucky’s relentless pounding. He dragged you back and pinched your ass before he removed himself. Your leg slipped down weakly.

His hands were replaced by two flesh ones and Steve entered you without warning. He wasn’t any gentler than Bucky and you writhed as you heard Bucky coming around the counter. “Don’t worry,” He grabbed your hair, “I don’t need your mouth to finish,” He stroked himself as he smirked down at you, “All you have to catch.” His hand slipped to your chin and he squeezed, “Open up.”

You were forced to obey as his fingers crushed your jaw and he rubbed himself faster, his tip tapping your lip as he began to moan. Steve’s thrusts were unwinding you as you watched Bucky play with himself. Steve moved your legs together, creating a snugger fit for his cock. You let out a long moan which peaked as your orgasm came suddenly at the change in position. Bucky hissed and white streams spurted forth, some in your mouth, more along the bridge of your nose and above your eye.

Bucky backed away as he slowed to a halt and your hips were slammed into the counter’s edge. You were empty within the second and felt another hot stream along your back as Steve came too. You slipped from the marble as he let you go and you crumpled to the floor heavily. Neither of them paid much heed as they breathed heavily above you. You could barely keep sitting up as your muscles buzzed.

“Now,” You sensed them as they came near and looked up. Spit and cum all over your face. “I think we’re ready to go back to bed.” Steve smirked as Bucky flicked his brows up. “Think you can keep quiet?”

[awesometheydontknowiamhere]

Knockout

Diego Hargreeves X Plus Sized!Reader

Requested: Oh, yes! Multiple requests in my inbox.

“Any plus size Diego fics coming soon?”

“Can you do another Diego x plus size reader?”

“Could I request a Diego x plus size fic maybe where she’s a badass boxer but she is also kinda insecure when like Diego asks her out maybe thinks it’s a joke or something?”

Summary: You have it all. You’re a revered fighter, have an excellent support system of friends and family and spend most of your evenings with your crush, sweaty and hot on a mat. But when a chance at finding loves knocks on your door in the form of your crush, Diego Hargreeves, will you let him in or shut him out?

A/N: A few things I’d like to mention.

1.    There’s a Sylvia Plath quote hiding in here. Let me know if you find it.

2.    I absolutely love that so many people requested a plus size reader fic (I have 24 requests out of which 3 were for this)

3.    I spent nearly two full hours reading up about boxing terminology, just in case.

4.    I recently saw Never Back Down so boxing is all I can think about anyway.

5.    I might have changed the request a little bit because the reader suddenly had a life of her own and the story refused to be written in that particular way.

 6.    All of you, thin, fat, chubby, curvy, super tall, super short, somewhere in between, I love each and every one of you.

7. This could possibly be the prequel to Store Bought Hugs.

Warning: None. Maybe a bit of language.

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You ducked and avoided Diego’s approaching fist, and threw an uppercut which he skillfully dodged. This was routine for the two of you, pairing up together to practice anything from old school boxing to mixed martial arts. Diego needed it to be a good vigilante and have an outlet for his anger, though he wouldn’t admit that to anybody. As for you, you just loved the blood singing through your veins, sheer power flowing through your muscles.

You were quite the fighter in the gym, paralleled only to Diego, and he too, was aware of your repertoire of deadly moves.

Currently, he was trapped in a Peruvian necktie choke.

“Give it up, Hargreeves. You know you’re not going to last longer,” you said as you tightened the hold.

He remained silent. A smart move, considering he only had a limited air supply.

“Either you tap out or you break the fuck out of it. The clock’s ticking,” you said.

A few seconds passed and you tightened your hold on him, using the strength in your arms.

People were often deceived by your size. Nobody could believe your agility and strength as an MMA fighter until they saw you in action, thanks to your plus sized body. Quite a lot of spectators had trouble comprehending your skill but little did they know that you could knock an opponent out in a minute flat (you were known in the MMA circles for doing that thrice).

You hear a grunt followed by a tap on the mat and you immediately release the man, helping him onto his back.

“Hey, breathe. Long, deep breaths,” you said, burying the concern in your voice.

He simply nodded and you gave him a moment to adjust, rubbing his chest, trying not to feel him up under the thin, sweat- soaked t-shirt.

“Damn, baby. You are vicious,” he said as he sat up.

You smirked and both of you rose up, headed towards the water coolers.

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Only if you promise to actually put up a fucking fight,” you said, laughing.

He draped his arm around your shoulders and your heart skipped a beat.

“I do it so that you don’t cry yourself to sleep Y/N,” he said.

He walked you to the door like always and waved goodbye.

You walked the rest of the way home feeling warmth in your heart as you tried to hold on to the memory of his arm touching your bare shoulder a little longer.

Your crush on Diego wasn’t new. You fell for his nocuous moves and dirty, dry sense of humor. And when you caught a glimpse of him changing into a tank top one evening, there was no turning back.

Each night before bed you replayed your practice with him, trying not to combust from the sheer emotion you felt when you thought of his hands on your body. The moments where he pinned you to the mat and you waited several moments before you got out of his hold.

The next day at practice Diego was late. You quickly warmed up and picked up a pair of battle ropes. You bent your knees and got into position, visualizing the motion in your head and replicating it with your hands. You dropped the ropes and began walking over to the bench, to give yourself a minute as well as wait for Diego to show up.  

You halted to a stop, surprised to see him leaning against a stationary pole with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Hargreeves, what are you doing? Are you seriously standing here and checking out these girls as they work out?”

The corners of his mouth turned.

“I was watching you.”

A charged moment passed and you got a hold of your sensibilities.

“Yuck, does that line ever work?”

He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“It’s not a line,” Diego whispered and walked towards the mat, ready for your paired practice fights.

A couple hours passed and Diego emerged victorious, courtesy the new fluttering in your heart since his comment.

 He helped you pack your gym bag, his caramel arms flexing with each move. You stood there, silent and observing, swooning a little and falling for him a little more.

“Come on, I will walk you home,” Diego kindly offered.

You snapped out of your reverie.

“Diego, really, it’s fine. I can walk two blocks by myself, thank you very much,” your voice a smidge sarcastic.

“Don’t be like that Y/N, I want to walk you home. And  I think a bit of fresh air will do me some good,” he said, toeing the floor.

You immediately felt a pang of guilt. You knew he lived in the gym, in the cold basement. His desire for fresh air was understandable and you were hardly going to say no to a walk with him. Despite of what you had said earlier, you agreed and he swung his arm around you and both of you walked out into the street.

Thirty minutes and a quick detour to a smoothie shack later, you arrived at your building.

“Thanks for walking me home, Hargreeves,” you said.

“Thanks for letting me,” he replied with a smile.

He handed you your gym bag, your fingers brushing briefly against each other.

You wished him a good night and turned towards the door. As you took a step towards it you felt a warm hand around your wrist, leaving your hand outstretched between your bodies.

You turned to face him and he stepped closer, his hand dropping to yours.

Your heart was neatly lodged in your throat as you took in the proximity of your bodies.

“Y/N,” he said.

“Diego,” your said, your voice barely a whisper.

“I’d like to take you out, Y/N, on a proper date. Roses, moonlight, the whole deal,” he said.

He registered the alarm on your face before you could comprehend it.

“Or anything else. Whatever you want, babe. We could go to boxing match and cheer or take another walk,” he said in a single breath, words gushing out.

You closed your eyes for a moment and reopened them and stepped back, giving yourself a little space to think.

“Diego, why? Is this your idea of practical joke? Why are you asking me out, because that would actually imply that you like me and why on earth would you like me?” you asked becoming increasingly agitated.

“Why do you think I like you?” he quirked his eyebrow, the scar glistening under the city lights.

He stepped closer taking both of your hands in his.

“You are you. Unapologetically and unabashedly you. Very few people do this anymore. It’s too risky. First of all, it’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all. And you own every single part of that.”

You were stunned, speechless even. All your words had scrambled out onto the street after his declaration.

“And well. You kick my ass at MMA so that’s also incredibly hot,” he said with a chuckle making you laugh with him.

“You’re being awefully quiet. Please, say yes. I promise you won’t regret it.”

You smiled up at him, getting lost in you dark eyes framed by the scars on his face.

You leaned into him, your lips an inch away from his ear.

“Pick me up at 8 on Friday,” you said, placing a chaste kiss on his scruffy cheek, before running off into your building.

You rushed up the flight of stairs and ran into your apartment, looking out the window.

“Don’t you dare be late, Hargreeves. I have stockpile of chokes you haven’t even heard of,” you scream out into the street with a laugh.

“Wouldn’t even dream of it,” he yelled back.

He waved and blew you a kiss and then disappeared into the street.

You relaxed into your couch, replaying the conversation in your head, your stomach populous with butterflies.

You sighed a romance novel sigh.

Friday couldn’t come soon enough.

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki SSL Kazama Cross Story "Friend” Translation

Did this one since Kazama’s SSL short stories are quite entertaining due to his “common sense” lol. I was surprised to see an exchange with Sen and Kazama in SSL.... but I really like how the two always seem to butt heads so I ended up translating this. As always this was translated from Chinese to English so something might have been lost in translation... but oh well. 

There’s also something with Harada and Shiranui, Hijikata and Amagiri, Heisuke and Shiranui, and Heisuke and Amagiri for the cross stories that I’ll get to later... probably [eventually... lol].... though its unfortunate that I couldn’t find anything with Saito and Amagiri in it... or Harada and Sen (I really like Sen and ship her with him... especially since I thought it was interesting how she commented about him being hot in the SSL live action series and how harada actually goes to the Yase village for some reason in the yuugiroku vita game in kazama’s spring route). *sigh* c’est la vie. 

I’ve updated my lookout list again due to me waiting on the closing of an auction for that one item almost 3000 yen cheaper which i won... [unfortunately i couldn’t resist the allure of one of the last hakuoki shinkai art books - its the one with the cd, that i didn’t have....seriously no more shopping now]. please check that it if you own any hakuoki cds or know where to get access to them... also if you can recommend a Chinese text extractor from image free website that does multiple files at once (and without a limit  that requires signing up to bypass it) tell me... or one that can extract text written vertically since all the ones i’ve tried so far gets me weird stuff.

Anyway here’s the translation that i’m going to assume that most people will just skip to....

Hakuoki SSL Cross Short Story Kazama x Friend [....rather enemy. probably.]

translation by KumoriYami

Sen:.... Che, Kazama...

Kazama: Hearing such an unrefined/crude lady's voice, I was wondering who it was...

Kazama: It turned out be you. The evil girl who blocked(/tried to interfere/obstructed) the path(/road) of love between me and my wife.

Sen: Who's an evil girl. You ability/skill to talk so annoyingly like that is really the best in the world. 

Sen: Forget it, It's a waste of time and energy talking to you. Also heading home-

Kazama: Wait.

Sen: What? I don't have anything to say to you/I have nothing to say to you.

Kazama: Even if you have nothing to say, I have a reason to be looking for you.

Kazama:....I heard you were trying to bring my wife to your school.

Sen: Oh, that thing/matter. /Oh, that.

Sen: I felt/thought that compared to Chizuru-chan being in an all-male environment, she'd be happier with us/on our side —— 

Kazama: Stupid. Don't use these methods to influence the heart of my wife.

Kazama: Indeed there are some rude men around her, but as long as I am here/there, this is the best environment for my wife.

Sen: Listen to me finish talking. It's because you can never listen that even people from my school say that if you speak, you'll get destroyed.

Sen:....In fact I don't to take steps to have her to come to the Shimabara All-Girls school.

Kazama: Ah? (you're) Actually self-aware?/Finally aware.

Sen: No... because I think she has found her own place to belong to.

Sen: In that school it appears that she has someone she likes. If I tried intervening again, it would be too cruel.  

Kazama: Hmph. Exactly. She is the one I love/my favourite person, there is no need (for her) to go anywhere.

Kazama: Don't interfere and just watch. I'll still give you a wedding invitation later.

Sen: Hey, you wait for me! oh, (he) actually left.

Sen: .....Aiya, aiya, it looks that Chizuru-chan's path is going to be very complicated..... (/problematic) [alt: it looks like chizuru's future is going to be a very rocky/difficult....]

-fini-

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check back in 5 min if you happen to be a person with bad sleeping habits like me... (don’t be like me lol. tis bad for thy health)

[meditativeyoga]

What Is Your Child`s Brain/Body Type?

Do you ever want you just had a handbook to help you comprehend your kid? As a mother, often I ask yourself just how my kid can perhaps be from the exact same genetic pool as myself. At times my little girl is just so various from that I am that I have difficulty recognizing her requirements, and also ways to finest pacify her. Several moms and dads run right into this identical problem due to the fact that the mini-me's have their own one-of-a-kind characters. Fortunately there is a really old device that can be available in helpful in assisting us out. Meet Ayurveda through the new book Dharma Parenting.

Scientists and sociologists have actually identified various kinds of people with emotional demands, INTELLIGENCE, reduced or high attachment, as well as of course the classic sorts of "very easy" or "difficult" characters when kids are just babies. Although in some cases, it seem like every mother assumes their picky babies are the "challenging" ones! In Ayurveda, India's ancient recovery technique, there are also various categories of people that have various constitutions, mental makeups, as well as physiological qualities. As well as according, to Dr. Keith Wallace, among the writers of Dharma Parenting, it is since often kids and also moms and dads do not come from the exact same classification that understanding could confirm to be difficult.

There are 3 major sorts of individuals according to Ayurveda, as well as they all act in an one-of-a-kind means. At any type of factor in the day, your kid could be in balance, or from equilibrium, with the components. Recognizing what triggers them could assist you recognize what they are experiencing and exactly how you could aid them with their reactions to be much more delighted and also successful. Right here are 3 brain/body kinds of Ayurveda and just how finest to recognize these personalities.

Vata

Children of this kind are very delicate, always altering, and very innovative. They do whatever fast: talk quickly, walk fast, eat quick, they are going a million miles a min. They are really energised, but they are not marathon runners, instead they are sprinters, with short ruptureds of power that have to be taken care of. Their energy and also moods are frequently in flux. Dr. Wallace says, Vatas are as compared to the wind-- removaling, trendy, light, and dry.

Body: Literally, vata types have the tendency to be tall and also on the slim side, or they could be little as well as delicate mounted. Like the wind, they are cool so their hands and also feet are typically great to the touch. As a parent you need to take extra like keep them cozy. See to it they have a winter hat and also handwear covers on when its also just a little chilly outside because they obtain sick very conveniently with the initial bite of cool weather.

Disposition: Their wonderfully imaginative minds are constantly going like the energizer bunny and could quickly come to be troubled. They are passionate, versatile, love adjustment as well as finding new things. In general, they are additionally quick to learn-- but also fast to forget! Their interest is constantly relocating with shiny object syndrome, so as a moms and dad it is essential to aid them reign in as well as be concentrated. Even as vata children become adolescent years, their energy levels and mood can alter swiftly from active and also delighted to unexpectedly feeling worn down as well as unbalanced. When they are young, teach them to check their energy levels by checking in routinely as well as taking remainder breaks to avoid a crash.

Vatas enjoy selection yet having also several selections can leave them absent-minded, so limit selections. They have a tendency to be spontaneous and transform their minds regularly. Keep things straightforward and don't offer a lot of selections. Nevertheless, your sensitive vata child naturally has definite sort and disapproval, go with the circulation of their discerning nature.

Vatas naturally are very conscious all stimulations, that makes them natural artists. This coupled with their supple bodies gives them an edge in dance and also gymnastics. When vata children are young its practical to always maintain art materials like crayons, colored documents, very rocks, adhesive as well as feathers around for imaginative play, rather than having an additional iPad session or playing with battery-operated playthings. Vata youngsters in equilibrium are euphoric as well as love to involve in creativity through singing, dancing, and creating art. When they are out of equilibrium, they could be high strung, worried, and scared. Films or video games that are violent or high energy can be too stimulating for these sensitive youngsters. Avoid them entirely if feasible, or at the very least keep them to a minimum and not also near to bedtime.

Dr. Wallace keeps in mind that these children are talented with verbal skills and as children are early talkers as well as the very first teenagers to obtain on the texting bandwagon. You have to be especially cautious to make sure they recognize that texting and owning do not mix.

Food: Have you ever before attempted to prepare morning meal over a campfire while its gusty? The fire is warm yet not stable. Possibly you could make s'mores or fry a quick egg yet it's impossible to earn a pot of oat meal or a stew. Vatas are conveniently unbalanced by way too much wind, which disrupts the digestion fire or agni, bring about digestive troubles. Their hunger is additionally irregular. Occasionally they're starving, occasionally not. In some cases they wish to eat a bit, in some cases a lot, and also various other times not at all. They do best with consuming smaller sized dishes throughout the day. Eating hefty carb-loaded meals of lasagna or sugary treats will block their systems. Due to the fact that the dryness of the wind could so quickly overtake their bodies, irregularity as well as dehydration are additionally things to watch out for. The finest solution for this is great deals of water, preferably warm, and also staying away from foods that are cool and also completely dry in nature. A vata child could easily obtain unwell, so equilibrate with whole lots of cozy fluids and warm foods, specifically in the winter.

Sleep: Having a solid regimen could aid vatas be less scattered. Aim to have a solid schedule for details activities like sleep, play, workout, schoolwork, as well as dishes. Rest is also essential for these delicate youngsters, so establish healthy rest routines with cozy baths, a calming tale, soft music and comforting fragrance oils.

Special Care - Movement: Taking a trip suggests a great deal of movement, and also excessive motion can be a reason for inequality for Vatas. It best to combat the added stimulation with beneficial warm, fluids and also foods, as well as staying with their daily regimen prior to as well as after the trip. Having their favored covering or toys could give protection and grounding.

Pitta

Pitta is like the summer season sunlight-- warm, bright and powerful. They are fire incarnate, which rules digestion, temperature, psychological luster, physical stamina, as well as temper. They are dynamic, and also reactive. And commonly possess sharp intelligence as well as warm emotions.

Body: Literally, pittas typically have medium builds and are physically strong as well as resistant. It's saying but these children often tend to have reddish hair, skin, and blemishes. They have whole lots of power and focus, which make them excellent athletes. Really, they require great deals of exercise to absorb all their energy!

Disposition: Pittas are issue solvers, goal oriented and also decisive. They are perfectionists and reluctant to learn how to speak as promptly as vatas. They wait up until they are sure. However when they start to speak, they surprise everybody around them with their suggestions revealed in clear, strong language. When they begin college, their stories are far ahead of their age group. School as a whole comes easily to them as long as their instructors keep their bright intellects involved and tested. They love to check ingenuity, and also remain concentrated up until they figure all of it out. The ideal video games for them are puzzles as well as puzzles instead of tinting books which their vata peers love.

Dr. Wallace creates, Pittas are also natural leaders as well as very competitive in school and also sports but their concentrate on winning can become intense aggression. If a pitta kid is unbalanced, after that they will become demanding as well as want control due to the fact that they believe they understand much better than everybody else. Their Achilles heel is that their mind as well as psychology can rapidly become agitated by two easy things: getting too hot and not eating on time.

Food: These youngsters have strong food digestion and healthy appetites. They need to eat sufficient dishes and also in a timely manner. Missed out on meals implies impatience as well as impatience is on the horizon. Since noontime is when gastrointestinal power is at optimal, it's optimal to provide them lunch as close to twelve noon as feasible. Be certain to load lots of treats, and cooling down beverages particularly if you are out running tasks to prevent tantrum in the middle of a shop. Also, pitta types like hot foods yet these are warmth triggering and also will certainly worsen their constitution so its best to prevent them altogether.

Sleep: As kids, this team provides up their naps before various other kids-- the world is so interesting, who wishes to sleep in the center of the day! Do not fret they will certainly compose this time around at evening by resting deeper and much longer in the evening. At day care, if naptime is mandatory, this time can be spent with publications or puzzles. Normally pittas drop off to sleep quickly in the evening, however sometimes they wish to figure out how the whole cosmos works before they close their eyes and can't drop off to sleep, or obtain up in the center of the evening to resolve the trouble. A service is to tell them a long, entailed, as well as laborious bedtime tale is which practically nothing occurs. This records their interest however provides their dynamic minds absolutely nothing to engage with. Its best to quit intense TELEVISION shows, video games, or research also close to bedtime.

Special attention - Warm: It could not be stressed sufficient that pittas are sensitive to heat-- hot food, intense atmospheres, as well as summertime months.

They don't such as sweatshirts as well as love the air-conditioning. When it's warm outside, make certain to maintain them in shaded areas as well as with appropriate equipment of sunglasses, hats, as well as sunblock to protect their sun-sensitive pitta eyes and skin. For strenuous yet cooling workouts attempt swimming as well as winter sports. Make certain to keep them moisturized to stop overheating!

Kapha

Kapha personifies solidity-- bones as well as muscles, fat and also sinews. Kapha resembles the planet in the very early spring: cool and moist, solid, as well as a bit hefty. These youngsters are steady and strong, physically, emotionally, and also psychologically. Dr. Wallace creates, they have the sweet taste of springtime, and like spring, they could be slow-moving to obtain going. You can count on them to show up eventually.

Body: Literally, kaphas have a durable build, are solid, have excellent endurance, and also delight in lots of physical task. Once you get them going-- which can occasionally be a challenge-- they personify Newton's First Law: A body at remainder has the tendency to stay at remainder. A body moving remains in motion. A kapha child needs physical task or they will certainly come to be sluggish. Make certain to always include regular workout, preferably outdoors, right into their routine either in your home or with team sports. With their immense stamina as well as toughness, they are best at soccer, basketball and fumbling. If vatas are bothered by the cool, dry weather condition, and also pittas are bothered by the heat, after that what about kaphas? They do horrible in humidity and wetness. Help them stay well balanced with a dehumidifier in the summer and hot tea in the winter.

Disposition: A well-balanced kapha is constant as a rock. Yet on the other side, this steadiness can slow them down due to the fact that they are intentional and systematic regarding all their actions. They take longer than the majority of kids to place on socks, shoes and also to leave your house. As a moms and dad, recognize this is their nature as well as hold your horses and also strategy ahead. They need to meticulously think their decisions, so look at points slowly offering them ample time to scrutinize whatever carefully. Simply like with vatas, its finest to limit their selections, but also for various factors. When kaphas make a choice, they are stationary. It will certainly take a charging elephant to change their minds!

They find out best by doing instead of listening. Offer them activities to discover brand-new ideas or permit them to blog about it. Just make sure to clarify actions one by one. Unlike pittas, they will not keep in mind the guidelines easily, once they discover it, they are the least likely to forget.

According to Dr. Wallace, these children are dedicated, individual, thoughtful, caring, and very easy going. It's unusual to discover them upset or annoyed. When everyone is obtaining stressed or anxious, they are steady as well as maintain their funny bone. They are frequently the ones that can maintain their heads in an emergency and also the one everybody pertains to depend upon when things become tough. Nonetheless, if they are as well less active they can end up being withdrawn and also depressed. And also when from balance, they will not do anything that needs initiative, which spirals into states of lethargy. Keep them stimulated as well as literally active. Lighten points up by adding fresh fruit and also veggies to the diet plan and also participated in social activities.

Food: Kaphas have strong hungers, but unlike pittas they can eat late or miss out on a meal with no issues. They are foodies as well as can quickly eat way too much which exacerbates their slow-moving metabolic rate as well as creates weight gain. If they overload with heavy, deep-fried foods as well as sugary foods they could easily get clogged with a stale nose and also a wet cough. Encourage them to eat lighter foods like wraps as opposed to hamburgers, or chocolate dipped strawberries as opposed to chocolate cake.

Sleep: As kids, they take longer to outgrow snoozes. Rest is kapha's buddy as well as they fall asleep conveniently and also have a far better opportunity of resting throughout the evening at a very early age after that the various other types. The only problem is getting them entering the early morning. An useful strategy is to attract there foodie detects by describing breakfast awaiting them, or invite them right into the kitchen area to prepare treats.

Special care - Obsession: When out equilibrium, kaphas could become obsessive because they don't want change. They want the same person, toy, or garments to be with them constantly. Dr. Wallace recommends that throughout this moment you have to create a steady, predictable routine. Provide them a lot of time to get used to transform. If you are preparing a Thanksgiving journey, make it concrete by showing pictures of the area and people that will be there ahead of time. Your kapha youngster and also you will do excellent as long as you remember they need a little additional inspiration and excitement at times-- and afterwards they are the sweetest of the bunch!

Want to get more information concerning your kid's brain/body type (or your very own)? Click on the link below to take a quiz!

[thewritingstar]

The Assassin Code

A KiriBaku Multi Chap Au

Summary:  Bakugou is known by many names. he's a hunter, a killer a top paid assassin and his new task is to kill the beast that lurks in the kingdom of Ekon. What happens when a paid assassin realizes that maybe he is not hunting a beast but a hot and thoughtful man?

I’m really proud of this first chapter so I hope you all enjoy! Its already up on A03 and that link is on another post. 

Chapter One: The Journey Begins.

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Bakugo entered the gates of the temple, he knew why he was here, he always did. He became a known name, well if you knew who to ask, doing the dirty work for the lords and ladies across kingdoms and digging into the riches they provided for his services. He was a master of weapons, a cunning foe like a fox, and an expert at manipulation, maybe that's why assassination came so easy. He had blocked his emotion years ago, watching your parents die at the hands of a dictator really messes you up and he vowed to kill the blood of the corrupted.

He had shut himself off from the world, only emerging from the shadows to strike a sword or arrows into his prey. Like a plague, he spread and killed silently and was gone without a trace. He was known across the lands, but was never seen.

He was escorted towards the throne room where his client would be. Taking the time to gather information he looked around the hallways he traveled. Golden portraits of the king's face line the halls and his family was everywhere too. One of the faces he hated was plaster on the wall. The prince of this castle was none other than a duo haired boy who expressed nothing but a scowl and rumor had that he had gone missing months ago. “Probably someone who could ruin his name.” Bakugou thought as he glared at the pictures, only someone of extreme high status would parade their face around.

Bakugou hated all royalty, that was just his nature. But they were rich and paid to have him take care of things so as long as he could get a paycheck, the crowns were no threat. He had done it all. Kill kings, murder mages and suffocate sirens. It didn’t matter to him, the only rule was they had to be evil, no innocent person would be slayed, that was the assassin code. But royalty was different. He knew the man who he was about to see was a crook as well so in no time he would probably be paid to take him down too and move the throne line faster. That's how it worked, like a network of webs, Bakugo was the spider and no one knew he that all the spun silk lead to him. He wasn’t the only assassin, just one of the best.

He went by many names, no matter where he went, he was always referred as something new. The Killer, The Crimson Blade, The Hunter, Lord Explosion Murder, he liked that one the best. In fact no one knew his real name and he was going to keep it like that. A dark hood swallowed his body as his deadly ruby red eyes were the only seen feature. The ones that held emptiness as his victims fell to his leather boots. He carried his sword on his hip and a bow under his cape. Weapons were hidden everywhere but he is also skilled in magic.

Finally he reached the throne room, a guard opened it and Bakugos patience was already wearing thin. The door closed and he was left standing in front of the king. King Endeavor of the Ignatius Empire. He knew he possessed the power to wield fire but he wasn’t intimidated in the slightest, he had fought many foes and won every time, a little bit of flame wouldn’t scare him.

“You must be Red Shadow.” The king stated and Bakugou held back an eye roll. He learned the hard way to keep quiet and take the task, ask only the important questions and get out. He nodded and the king lead them to a table and chairs. He would keep his temper in check for now and release his fury on the prey.

Bakugo sat and set his sword on the table letting the king know that he was prepared. It was crafted out of the toughest steel and the jewels that forged into the handle were made from the drops of blood from the man who killed his parents. It was a reminder; Bakugou always won.

A map made of dusty partridge was set in front of him. “The village is called Ekon, north of the banished woods is where you will find the man to kill.” Endeavor pointed and Bakugou thought it was the shittiest map ever made.

“Guilty?” Bakugou asked, he needed to know if the person he would kill would actually be evil or if it was a petty argument he had no time for.

“Extremely. You see the king and queen here had a son once-” Bakugou raised his hand.

“I don’t kill children.” He stopped him.

“Well luckily he is a man now. Well more a monster. You see he was born with a quality as one would say. Razor sharp teeth those of a man eating shark that taint the seas. Bloody claws that scratch at the throats of its victims, he is no child, hell he killed his own parents.” The king spat.

Bakugou straighten his back, his eyes held a deadly glare. Kill his own parents? “Why do you want him dead?”

“There have been rumors that he has sent his men to disrupt kingdoms and as a large one myself, I’d rather keep my village safe and peaceful for the time.” The king shrugged, his crown was made of heavy gold and had multiple rare jewels so he knew this would pay well. The thought came clear as a small velvet sack was laid in front of him.

Bakugo stared at it. “Please open it. I'm hiring the best and I want the job done right.” He opened it and smirked wildly but the king couldn’t see it. It would probably pay off half of the villages debt but he gladly collected it.

“Anything else?” Bakugou asked as he stood and secured the payment in his hidden bag.

“Don’t die.” Endeavor said and Bakugou let out a scoff.

Red eyes glared at the kings. Die? Did this fucker think that some beast could take me?

“I lost a group of my best guards to him. That's why you are here and I expect that iron claw to be on this table once you’re done. No time limit, just get it done.”

“No time limit?” That was a first. Usually he had a deadline but he would be quick anyways. In and out was the best way to do it.

“That kingdom is far, i’d rather have the job be done properly or not at all.” The king shrugged.

“And what if i just run off with the pay?”

The king laughed and looked back at the cloaked man. “I have more money than the three surrounding places combined, there is always someone better, so I'll just kill you.”

“Like hell you will.” Bakugou spat and when the king turned back, he was gone.

--

The velvet paycheck dropped onto the table with a thud. Huffing Bakugou removed his dark cloak and realized that he was sweating immensely. “Stupid fucking cape, can’t fucking breathe in this shit.” He complained and tossed it to the floor.

“Here.” A bowl of what seemed like stew was placed in front of him. He looked up to see Denki.

“Why are you here?” Bakugou grumbled.

“Because I can be dumb ass. Also I robbed Endeavor.” Denki smirked. He placed a dusty sack of jewels next to Bakugou's. “Belonged to the prince but since he's gone missing, no one was keeping guard of his room,quite the mistake on their part.” The blonde thief smirked as he ran a hand through his hair, dusting over his black strands that represented his electric charge.

Denki was one of Bakugou few thieving companions, if you can even call him that. After almost getting his weapons stolen and Denki almost dying at his sword, the pair had become an acceptable duo to take from the rich, like robin hood but with more blood and torture.

Denki, like Bakugou witnessed the death of his mother. He was born as a slave to a rich family in another land but after they killed his mother, he used his magic of electricity and light forming to steal and murder the family. After that he lived village to village until Bakugou and him set up camp in a scheduled part of the woods. A place hard to reach and out of sight, perfect for a pair of bandits. Although those weren’t the only two in the gang. Now he spent his time as a bandit, he didn’t kill often but was no wimp when it came to blood.

Sero was a master of the deadly art of torture. He used his magic of possession to hold the whips and chains that would be used to torture his prey, bad people to pay the price. However he only came by rarely as he was sought out publicly by many royals. He time was spent in dungeons, destroying the corpses of those imprisoned. Dirty work belonged on the hands of someone in the shadows. Someone who couldn’t get caught.

Lastly was the mage named Mina. Her specialty lied in her used of potions and deadly substances. She worked mostly with Denki as she could ease a guard to sleep with spells or even transform the moats surrounding a castle into poison water, not to mention the acid and spite that leaked from her fingers, gloves were a caution but she was a silent killer. She was a traveler, always leaving to find supply and had the connections in underground bandit ring.

Together they all traveled to do the dirty work of others. Outside of their ‘work’ they were quite interesting people but kept to the shadows and themselves for safety, even they didn’t know who the others were fully and that's how it would stay. They all were given other names,

“You robbed him while I was there?” Bakugou snapped. It was a careless move but Denki craved for the adrenaline rush. Like an electric eel, he was on the move for the next kill.

“Kinda. Before you arrived. Just in case.” Bakugou rolled his eyes and scarfed down the food in front of him. “I’m not dumb enough to do it afterwards.”

Denki saw the velvet bag and the duty map next to it. Picking it up he examined the trail.

“I assume you are going to be on killing leave?” Denki asked and he was met with a nod. “I adjusted your dagger. When you push the button venom will leak. Easy kill.”

“I heard a conversation, a group of nobles are coming in a few days. Perfect time to rob.” Bakugou told him and Denki nodded.

“Ekon?” Denki flicked the page.

“You heard of it?” Bakugou asked. Denki nodded.

“Guy who rules it is called the Red Riot, heard tales of his hardening magic, practically invincible. If he's the one you’re after you might want to stop at Frops, maybe one of her potions could stop him.”

“I don’t need your help Sparks.” He growled but made a mental note.

“Yeah, yeah I know. Gotta run, thanks for the tip.”

The blonde assassin huffed as Denki left as silently as he came, probably going to the pub for a drink, he didn’t know and didn’t care.

He got up and made his plan to pack, soon an iron claw would sit on the kings table and he would go to the next mission. It was a routine he had been doing since he was a boy, one he knew that would end his life but death had ceased to get its hands on the former assassin.

---- It was safer to travel at nightfall. Bakugou decided not to bring anyone from his gang of bandits. Sometimes he would on bigger projects but this was just one man, or beast for that matter. Plus he was easily annoyed with any company and preferred the silently whispers of the wind. Based on the map, Bakugou made the decision to travel all throughout the night until he reached the town one over from his designated area. A village that was known as Wild Lily Musk. The name came from the overwhelming aroma of the bog that was covered in beautiful yet deadly water lilies that emitted a potent gas.

Hours had past as his legs burned from walking so far. The woods were full of spiny plants and although he could mange in the dark, his calves were scrapped a little. Luckily he didn’t encounter any low life thieves who would try to steal his goods and no animals tried to take him down as a meal.

The cold air of the night fell off of him as he removed his cape before entering the small inn. It was quiet and the only person there was an employee. He recognized the woman sitting at the desk trying to stay awake as her eyes tried to doze off. The bell chimed and the frog like eyes of the woman blinked before she stood and smiled.

“Ribbit. Bakugou. Ribbit.” The woman spoke or croaked. Bakugou was not the friendliest, quite the opposite actually. Even in his daily form, he had the glare of a demon. He hated the noise that came from people and only restored to interacting when he had too. He had exceptions but even then it was half-assed kindness.

“Froppy.” He huffed. The first time he had encounters the Frog Mage, he was trapped in the dreaded bog. She had helped him and in return he hunted down the man who stole from her family, since then they had a mutual relationship, he stayed at the inn for free and he did their dirty work for no pay. It was rare but useful. She didn’t know he was an assassin, and it was going to stay like that.

“Ribbit. Room 3. Ribbit.” She croaked. She passed him the key and he placed a emerald on the desk. “Ribbit, you don’t-”

“Take the damn thing. I don’t have time for payback.” He snatched the key and made his way up the creaky stairs.

“There's fresh muffins in the kitchen. Ribbit.” She called as she examined the precious jewel closely. It was an expensive payment, one that would pay for the inns doors for a few months, Bakugou knew that.

“Whatever” He yawned but they both knew he would take a few before he left in the morning.

The inn was damp and musty. The view from the window was bare and boring and since it was dark and he wanted people to mind their own fucking business, he kept the burlap curtains closed. The scent in the air loomed from the deadly bog, everyone in the town had developed a mutation, giving them the qualities of the swamp inhabitants. The Frog Mage was just one of the many who was granted that look, luckily Bakugou wasn’t staying long so the air wouldn’t taint his blood stream.

Flopping onto the bed, he took out the scrolls that had Ekon knowledge on it. He had stolen it from the records of the library but that didn’t matter, no one had even touched them.

“What the fuck?” Bakugou examined the first scroll. Written on the parchment was a poem, no a tale of what he assumed was about the child.

. A child born with the strength of a thousand knights. Armored from head to toe. Sharp like a sword and swift as the streams, he was a deadly creation. The darkness covered the kingdom as blood from the beloved king and queen spilled from the child's iron claws. Locked away in the tower he stayed, ruling with fear and a deadly glare. He stayed there, never to be seen. A child turned to beast. .

“So the flame brain was right?” Bakugou huffed and read more about the history before shutting his eyes knowing he had to get up and travel some more before the sun rose. After a few grueling minutes of little information, he threw the scrolls on the bedside table and let sleep take over for a few hours.

Before the sun could casts its golden rays onto the village of Wild Lily Musk, Bakugou was already up and heading down stairs. The frog mage was asleep in the chair so he gave a firm knock on the desk.

“Ahh-oh Bakugou. Ribbit.” Froppy croaked. The key was given back.

“I need a potion, something I can use to immobilize someone. The dumb ass blonde said you got something so make it quick.” He stated. She blinked and tilted her head.

“Hmmm, Ribbit. Let me go get it.” She disappeared behind the door and he could hear the clinking of glasses and bottles as she shuffled through the mess. He leaned against the inns lobby desk and looked at the pictures on the wall. His frown never left as his eyes traced over the many photos. It was the frog mages family and even a few friends, none of which he knew nor cared.

He turned back and snatched the potion out of her hand before putting it into his woven bag. “This better work.” He growled and she blinked again before handing him a muffin.

“It does. Ribbit. Just don’t spill it on you or you will be stopped too. Ribbit. Lasts an hour. Ribbit.” She said and the little bell jingled as he disappeared into the night. ---- Daylight arrived as Bakugou reached the town of Ekon. A small village that looked to have no inhabits.

“What the fuck?” He questioned as he looked inside the window of a nearby shop. Dusty coated every aspect and it seems like the town had been abandoned for months. Usually a town even as small of this was bustling with noise but everything was quiet almost as if sound was illegal.

He continued looking through the stores and worn down homes, even breaking in and taking some supplies along the way. In the center of town was a statue. Crafted from iron was a sculpture of a man and woman. Dead flowers rotted beneath it as ivy and weeds crept up the metallic sides. Bakugou pulled of some weeds to reveal a plague.

. For the king and queen of Ekon .

“What is this, a grave?” He asked but kept walking. In the distance he saw the castle and decide to get a move on so he could kill his prey. A shiver ran up his spine as he climbed up the hill side through the thick trees, he couldn’t risk getting spotted. He was a professional after all.

As he neared the castles wall the smell of rust and sulfur filled his nose and he almost gagged. He covered his mouth with his cloaked hand and coughed loudly as his lungs became full of the scent. He paused and leaned against a thick oak tree, taking a moment to establish a plan to get inside and catch his breath.

“Window there, there and there. Easy.” He smirked and resumed his walking. Small twigs snapped under his leather boots and the sun has become soaked up into the dark fabric making him sweat more than he already was. He didn’t see any guards as he came closer and wondered if anyone was here at all. Suddenly his vision blurred as he was whisked into the sky.

“What the fuck!” He yelled as rope rubbed against his ankle. His body began tied up into a next and struggled to break free. He felt like a mouse just caught in a trap. “Shit” He cursed knowing that being caught was the last thing he needed. Hopefully they wouldn’t know who he was. He needed a plan fast.

“Are you alright?” A voice came from below. He couldn’t see as his cloak had covered his eyes and his hands were pushed to his sides. He tried to wiggle free again but it only seemed to tighten his position and burn the rope further into his skin.

“I’m fine.” He growled but felt his body lowering to the ground, his back hit the moss floor of the forest and he finally could take his dreaded cloak off.

As his vision cleared he came face to face with a hand that offered to help him up. Grunted he pushed it away and stood up on his own, dusting off the dead leaves and chunks of bark caught onto the fabric of his pants. “I said I was fine.” He snapped and pulled his sword out and aimed it at the face of the mysterious man.

A man his age stood with his arms up and oddly a smile. One that had sharp fangs. Bakugou looked him over. Broad shoulders and lots of muscle like him. He wore only a vest so Bakugou averted his eyes so he wasn’t staring at the mans bare abs. He would be lying if he didn’t think he was attractive but he just glared at him.

“I know but it's better to get help plus that is one hard trapped to get out of. Anyways you seemed lost, please follow me and lets treat that wound of yours.” He pointed to Bakugou's leg where a deep red gash was. The firm rope had torn his flesh and the pain just got to him. He winced as he looked down and gritted his teeth.

“Nah I don’t need help, especially from someone with such shitty hair.” He nodded and the man rolled his eyes and let out a laugh. A strange feeling swept through him as he heard the laugh, there was something about this man that intrigued him but he was on a mission.

“You’re funny. Come let's go.” he walked past Bakugou, not bothering to care about the sword pointed at his face. “Oh and I don't think you should insult the man who just saved your cute ass.” He winked and Bakugou's blood ran hot as he followed him.

"So whats your name?" The red haired man asked. He skillfully guided them through the woods and to the clearing of the cobblestone path.

Bakugou debated on telling him. Maybe it would be best to get close into the castle so he could have easy access to the beast. Plus no one knew his real name anyways. "Bakugou." He spat and kept his small dagger out just in case the man pulled any funny business. they stopped at the giant oak door, the one that would lead him inside his enemy's home.

"A cute name for a cute man.' he heard him flirt and the tips of his ears matched the color of his eyes.

"Yeah and what about yours?" Bakugou asked. The man turned and leaned against the door flexing his muscles slightly and Bakugou noticed.

"Names Red Riot but you," he looked Bakugou up and down. "Can call me Kirishima." He smirked and opened the door.

Bakugou stopped in his tracks and gulped. "Fuck" He whispered as he followed the man he was suppose to kill into his domain.

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I hope you enjoyed!

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Arelette’s Martial Arts Background

PREFACE: I am by no means an expert in martial arts. 

I did have limited training in various styles (Karate, Shaolin Wushu, the TINIEST amount of Wing Chun and Tae Kwon Do, to be exact), and I’ve had an interest in the subject my entire life, so yes, I’ve done some research, but also please consider that I am susceptible to making mistakes (especially in the boxing section cuz lord knows how much I don’t know about the sport). If I have, please let me know!

Also, you may have already noticed, I am not going to use the word kung fu in this VERY long headcanon blurb, but the word wushu instead. Even though we colloquially have come to understand any form of Chinese Boxing as kung fu, the word itself actually means “to master an art” (idk in which Chinese dialect tho, sorry); it’s technically applicable to other artistic skills like cooking and painting. Wushu on the other hand means “the art of war”, and is used as an umbrella term in *insert proper Chinese dialect here* when referring to any Chinese martial arts style. 

I want to give the language a chance to be properly understood, as the improper use of the word kung fu (I’m guessing) was probably a result of Britain’s colonial occupation in China, so that’s why I’m doing it.

Anyways, the full headcannon’s under the cut, so if you’re interested, read away!

Here’s a comprehensive list and explanation behind every martial arts style Arelette is canonically proficient in:

Tai Chi (also written as Taijiquan)

As you may or may not know, Arelette was hospitalized at the age of 7 due to episodes of extreme pain. After five months of no improvement to her chronic pain, she was admitted under HumGen’s care. HumGen was rather adamant about keeping Arrie physically active, as it was a well-known combatant of chronic pain, and determined that Tai Chi was the perfect starting point for her.

However, as you can imagine, a 7 year old is going to be VERY angry about being forced to do something that is generally perceived to be an activity for old people. However, Arelette’s Shifu, who also happened to be one of the doctors at HumGen, was having absolutely NONE of her shit, and dared her to punch him. Arrie of course listened, and her Shifu blocked it, before demonstrating to her a slowed-down version of his block.

From that point on, Arelette was absolutely hooked, and trained almost daily. Later masters of hers would often commend her on her focus and control over her breathing, despite being so young.  

Kyokushin Karate

In 2002, Montréal’s martial arts community was buzzing about an up-and-coming professional who had won in his debut match by a knockout in the first round; a Québecois man by the name of Georges St. Pierre. Arelette, being an impressionable 8 year old kid when it happened, was absolutely obsessed, and learned that Georges had studied a specific school of karate that had a particular focus on full-contact sparring. 

It took her a while to convince HumGen doctors to let her study Kyokushin, being worried about her pain and all. In the end though, the organization did hire a Sensei that Arelette trained with twice a week. 

She still continued her Tai Chi training, much to everyone’s surprise, but the art was basically on the back burner for her by the time she was 12. Arelette got her Karate black belt when she was just shy of 15 years old.

Wing Chun

Oh come on, you knew this was coming. It’s 2008. Ip Man comes out. If you think for ONE HOT SECOND that Arelette managed to get her grubby little hands on it, but was later so obsessed with it that she started imitating Donnie Yen’s moves to the point of memorizing them, then you’re SO wrong. Arelette really appreciated Wing Chun’s style and philosophy, and upon later research, was absolutely amazed to find out that Wing Chun had been originally developed by a woman to teach women to defend themselves.

What’s even better was that there was (and still is) a well-respected school in Montréal that teaches Wing Chun. As soon as Arelette found out, she BEGGED her parents to enroll her; her parents of course obliged, while also enrolling the rest of her siblings. Until Arelette moved out of Montréal, she trained under Grandmaster Nam Anh’s school. 

Xiang Xing Quan 

Xiang Xing Quan is an umbrella term for the styles of Wushu (usually Shaolin) that focuses on the imitation of animal movements. Arrie is proficient in the Eagle Claw and Fu Jow Pai/Tiger Claw styles, as they’re fairly compatible with her habit of turning her nails into claws. She has also been trained in Shaolin Snake-Style Wushu, as the style focuses on aiming for weak points of the human body.

She studied each style per year that she was living in Québec City, as she did not want to stagnate her martial arts training. She’s not as strong in these styles as her other martial arts studies, due to a lot of tragedies that happened to her in that time, but she’s still proficient enough in them, and tends to use at least some of the techniques rather often.

Also, as a note, this style is the style that Arrie got the mass majority of her weapon-wielding training.

Boxing

Arelette had noted but never understood why so many of the people she had fought tended to either be full-out boxers or had fighting styles that were boxer-esque. She was brought to believe that boxing was an inferior fighting style, but had no choice but to take up the sport as a way of keeping herself fit during her first year living in New York City, since boxing gyms tended to be a bit more on the affordable side for her. 

She really underestimated how strategic boxing could be (which she later found strange, since all fighting in the end has to be somewhat strategic), along with how hard it was to limit herself to only her hands. She really appreciated how boxing has given her an insight as to how a lot of her enemies fight. Though she doesn’t hit the boxing gym as much as she did in 2014-2016, she still swings by at least once every week (typically on a Wednesday) to blow off some steam. 

Pencak Silat

Once Arrie started accumulating more disposable income, she started looking into a fighting style she had come across during her time in Madripoor, which she had come to learn through research was called Pencak Silat. She was particularly interested in the speed of its movements, plus its focus on striking with elbows and striking against pressure points, having learned from first-hand experience how much it all hurt to take hits from.

She found an underground school in New York City that taught Madripoor’s variant of the fighting style, which is one of the more aggressive and deadlier variants of silat. Due to her other life demands though, this was the style that took her the longest to master, as she had sporadic lessons in between 2017 and the 2023 Blip. 

Jeet Kune Do

Another martial arts style that should obviously be on any martial artists’ radar; it was developed by Bruce Lee, after all. Arelette’s been taking sporadic classes since the Blip. 

This is due to Jeet Kune Do’s mathematical philosophy of the economy of motion, which more or less promotes the idea that a fighter’s ultimate goal is to conserve both energy and time during a fight. Fair to say, it’s very relevant to Arrie’s career, hence why she took up the style.