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littleeyesofpallas · 1 year ago

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So there is a certain character type that I cannot for the life of me pin down a word for... It's yakuza adjacent, but often not explicitly part of the actual gangs. a kind of shady businessman, but not the overly clean and corporate type. sort of a scammer or a conartist or grifter, but not as small time as that sort of makes it sound? I want to say it's a look associated with loan sharks, but I can't quite substantiate that.... I swear it's a thing you see in the context of Japanese crime fiction all the time, especially set in the 80s or 90s, yet I can't really point to any characters that really fit the bill off the top of my head, as they're almost always background characters. Somehow the only one I can think to pinpoint is that one random villain-of-the-week in Kill la Kill?

The persona itself actually has a shocking amount in common with, like, the classic American used car dealer, especially on the east coast either around the New York/New Jersey tristate or down in like Miami, usually with a hefty bit of Italian or Jewish racism mixed in... The style though, the gold chains, the tacky superficial try-hard glitz and the pushy rough around the edges attitude, very self-made and informally educated businessman, surprisingly successful but still not really a "big" success, and just like this Japanese counterpart I'm thinking of, almost always technically in business with local organized crime without ever being "part of the family."

Like it's such a cliche that it's literally cartoonish, and it's funny how almost perfectly beat for beat the US and Japanese counterparts mirror eachother, except that the Japanese character type, as far as I can recall, isn't associated with used car dealerships,

anyway point is... That's what Marechiyo and his dad are supposed to look like. That and a bit of yakuza/delinquent in the case of his dad when he was younger. Notably his dad straight up has a punch perm in the present day, which was The quintessential yakuza look in the 80s. And his younger version seems to also have a perm but also a regent style pompadour that's a little more youthful delinquent aligned than outright criminal, and again a look that has become so cliche as to become cartoonish to the point of being a costume you can buy in a store.

Although whatever the hell Marechiyo has going on in the new hell arc, i cannot identify.

But it's interesting that it's a different kind of yakuza look than what Iba has going on. His dark shades, the tight perm, the laborer's bellywarmer, his zanpakutou being a tanto sticking out of it, the overall posture with the one shoulder out of his kimono, even that his sword is alternatively either a Yakuza style tanto tucked into a chest wrap, or a seemingly normal katana but without a crossguard is to evoke the classic yakuza image of using a shirasaya --a plain white wood sheathe with matching handle and no crossguard or wrap-- rather than a more traditional katana. And of course his dog-like loyalty to Komamura are all iconic stoic Yakuza romanticism. The hardboiled, honor-bound, manly-man ideal of the folklore-like reputation of the yakuza. The thing you'd see in countless old movies or pulp thriller style seinen manga, sometimes even published by yakuza family magazines themselves.

His mother also plays into this, even in her barely existent appearance in the MASKED databook, as she's a pretty distinct play into a very particular matronly character type, generally typifying either a proprietress of a traditional inn, a powerful samurai family matron, or a yakuza boss's wife --all kind of loosely overlapping and all drawing from traditional roles of a head of manor or estate.

I dunno where i was going with any of this. But between these character types and Kensei's biker gang thing, I think it's funny how much of Soul Society's classically japanese vibe is just organized crime. Even the general population of unnamed background shinigami lean into a very modern thuggish aesthetic

Also i don't know what to make of the idea that the Shihouin have endorsed the Omaeda family like this over the years, especially when they're role among the royale houses seems to be to safeguard various treasures and relics. Between that and apparently being at least two generations of heads of a division of the secret police, it's hard to imagine the Omaeda were just independently wealthy unrelated to all that.

#bleach #bleach meta #marechiyo omaeda #tetsuzaemon iba

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yooku-s · 11 months ago

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PlageTale━⁠☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡F r i s k

Character Introduction: Frisk in "PlageTale"

† "PlageTale", is an Undertale Au where Frisk takes on the role of a doctor's apprentice in a world where with the arrival of the plague both on the surface and underground he turned everyone upside down

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**Name:** Frisk

**Occupation:** Medical Apprentice

Background story:

Frisk, a curious and compassionate human, falls into the underground when he goes to visit one of the many mass graves to try to investigate the disease that endangers humanity, falling due to a slip into one of which turns out to be the underground. where the monsters that humanity had taken care of keeping locked up live.

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Current "Plage Tale" goals: Frisk travels through the underworld, facing unique medical challenges while trying to avoid the plague that seemed to have reached the underworld one way or another. Him trying to find a way to advance a cure or treatment and at the same time trying to understand how some monsters seem to adapt to it.

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**Current allies**

Dr. Alphys: A brilliant scientist who helps Frisk with medical knowledge and research for cures.

Napstablook: A melancholic spectrum that provides relaxing music to calm patients.

Mama Toriel: a goat woman who takes care of people who fall into the underground, somewhat nervous and very maternal although you usually have an unhealthy emotional attachment to the people she cares for, she was once the Queen of the underground that is the only thing you know

flowey: lasts the first few minutes you save him from some rats and although he tries to attack he doesn't really cause much damage so you end up adopting him as a possible pet or emergency food.

Monster kid and annoying dogs: they are both like a dog that needs to be taken care of, you like them.

papyrus: I still don't believe he's the younger brother, he's energetic and very curious like a mouse. I like him but I feel like something is screaming that I have to have better dealings with him or I'll be dead.

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**Current neutrals:**

sans: he doesn't really have an opinion about you or you about him but you feel that he's hiding something else, it's not your problem so you don't mention it nor does he mention anything about you even though his jokes are laughable.

muffet: she doesn't care much about you as long as you buy her meals and "remedies" from her then you will be loved.

monsters in general: they don't care about you and that's it, they are so busy trying to protect themselves from getting sick that you become just another crazy person who thinks they can get a cure, you really think some of them are very irritating.

temmie: I'll just stay away from them...

grillby: he is very quiet but his food is good and he is a good guy.

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**Current enemies:**

Undyne:she is a very strong girl and she wants me dead blaming me for the infection in the sub floor starting I'm really confused.

infected or guard monsters: they want me dead or infect me.

mettaton: you have no idea how monsters have progressed so much in technology but that machine of smoke and nuts seems to want to split me in two.

king asgore: I've only heard of him but he doesn't seem very happy that more humans are falling, much less falling alive.

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**??‽‽¿?:**

chara:'at the end of everything I'm still me' I think.

asriel:who was that goat boy in Toriel photo...?

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**Final Mission:**

Frisk seeks to find the "Panacea of Determination", a unique flower believed to be the solution to the plague. ---

E S P A Ñ O L★★★

**Presentación de Personaje: Frisk en "PlageTale"**

*"PlageTale", es una Au de Undertale donde Frisk asume el rol de un aprendiz de médico en un mundo donde con la llegada de la peste tanto en la superficie como en el subsuelo puso a todos patas arribas*

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**Nombre:** Frisk

**Ocupación:** Aprendiz de Médico

**Historia de Fondo:**Frisk, un humano curioso y compasivo, cae en el sub suelo cuando va a visitar una de las múltiples fosas comunes para tratar de investigar la enfermedad que pone en peligro a la humanidad callendo por un resbaló a una de esta que resulta ser el sub suelo donde viven los monstruos que la humanidad se había encargado de manter encerrados.

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**Objetivos actuales "Plage Tale":**Frisk recorre el submundo, enfrentándose a desafíos médicos únicos tratando de evitar la peste que parecía haber llegado de una manera o otra al sub suelo. Intentando buscar manera de avanzar en una cura o tratamiento y a la vez intentando entender cómo los monstruos parecen adaptarse algunos a esta.

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**Aliados actuales:**

1. *Dr. Alphys:* Una científica brillante que ayuda a Frisk con el conocimiento médico y la investigación de curas.

2. *Napstablook:* Un espectro melancólico que proporciona música relajante para calmar a los pacientes.

3. *Mamá toriel:* una mujer cabra que cuida de la gente que cae al sub suelo, algo nerviosa y muy maternal aunque sueles tener un apego emocional no sano por las personas que cuida, alguna vez fue la Reyna del sub suelo eso es lo único que sabes.

4. *flowey:* dura te los primeros minutos lo salvas de algunas ratas y el aunque intenta atacar realmente no causa mucho daño por lo que lo terminas adoptando como posible mascota o comida de emergencia.

5.*Monster kid and annoying dogs:* los dos son como un perro que hay que cuidar, te caen bien.

6.*papyrus:* sigo sin creerme que sea el hermano menor, es energético y muy curioso como un ratón me cae bien pero siento como si algo gritara que tengo que tener mejor trato con el o estaré muerto.

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**Neutrales actuales:**

1.*sans:* el realmente no tiene una opinión sobre ti ni tu de el pero sientes que oculta algo más no es problema tuyo por lo que no lo mencionas ni el menciona nada de ti aún haci sus bromas dan risa.

2.*muffet:* a ella no le importas mucho mientras compres sus comidas y "remedios" entoces seras amado.

3*moustros en general:* no les importas y punto, están muy ocupado tratando de cuidarse de enfermarse que tu te vuelves solo otro loco que cree que puede conseguir cura, tu realmente piensa que algunos son muy irritantes.

4.*temmie:* solo me alejare de ellos...

5.*grillby:* el es muy callado pero su comida es buena y es un buen tipo.

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**Enemigos actuales:**

1. *Undyne:* es una chica muy fuerte y me quiere muerto me culpa de que la infección en el sub suelo comenzar realmente estoy confundido.

2.*moustros infectados o de la guardia:* me quieren muerto o infectar me.

3.*mettaton:* no tienes idea de cómo los monstruos progresaron tanto en la tecnología pero esa maquina de huma y tuercas parece querer revanarme en dos.

4.*rey asgore:* solo he escuchado de el pero no parece muy feliz de que más humanos caigan mucho menos que caigan vivos.

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**??‽‽¿?:**

1.*chara:* 'a la final de todo sigo siendo yo' creo.

2.*asriel:* quien era ese niño cabra de la foto de toriel...?

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**Misión Final:**

Frisk busca encontrar la "Panacea de la Determinación", una flor única que se cree es la solución para la peste.

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afairytalestray · 2 years ago

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Skimbleshanks is a former merchant, turned pirate after getting screwed by the navy/a governor/the generic powers that be. He specialises in navigation, and has a knack for predicting merchant ship routes. He has a stable long term thing with Asparagus, who is Bombalurina’s favoured smith. Skimble is the least stereotypical pirate, he’s the dad of the crew. He’s very loyal to them and Bomba completely trusts him. When docked in Nassau, Skimble spends all his time with Asparagus and is rarely seen outside his company. If he is, he’s usually pissed about it, and Bomba won’t call for him unless it’s urgent. Asparagus is more of a homebody. He’s generally happy to have pirates running about his place, they kind of come as part of a package deal with Skimbledad. He sells both to pirates and legit Businesscats, he’s not that bothered. Bomba buys almost exclusively from him.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer just kinda show up one day and Bomba takes a liking to them and hires them. They don’t talk about their past (something Macavity related mayhaps) and everyone knows better than to ask. No one knows if they’re related or just besties. Coricopat was the one who found them wandering lost on one of New Providence’s more secluded beaches, presumably having washed up from somewhere. Jerrie is immediately enraptured by Cori and confused and enthralled by his abilities. Teazer thinks he’s cool, but doesn’t quite see Jerrie’s fascination. She likes Cori though, he’s cool and she respects him since he saved them. She often teases Jerrie about being in love with him, but she’s secretly very chuffed about it. Cori is the only one who knows where they came from and why, due to a combination of being psychic and Jerrie’s (rare) unconditional trust. They’re good with the canons and weaponry, and have a very useful knack of not dying despite the situations they get themselves into. They work as gunners on the ship.

Cori is a soothsayer and a witch, and has a reputation for being almost impossible to find (unless you are Mungojerrie, who always seems able to). That said, he always seems to appear when someone wants to trade. It’s just on his terms I guess. He lives on New Providence, but no one is entirely sure where. He operates out of some known locations though, where he provides supernatural assistance, psychic readings and suggestions, potions and magical items etc. No one is entirely sure about the range of his powers, but he always seems able to help. He makes predictions from time to time, and bad things tend to happen when people ignore what he says. So when he says Bomba should take Demeter into her crew, it is a given that this will happen. He rarely, if ever, gives reasons or explanations. He’s pretty friendly though, particularly with Misto, and will often appear with free advice for him and the others. His system of payment is unpredictable, he rarely takes money, but will request seemingly odd things from his seekers. Bomba once traded six pieces of green sea glass from a specific beach on Jamaica for a jar of impermeable gunpowder. Jellylorum also traded a supposedly cursed locket for a reading. There are rumours he has a sister, but no one knows who or where she might be.

SURPRISE Cori and Tantomile are mermaids. Mermaids all have a bit of witchcraft, but Cori and Tanto are particularly powerful. They can transform at will. Cori was fascinated by life on land as a wean, and chooses to live there most of the time as an adult, but he’ll still return to the sea from time to time. No one on land knows he is a mermaid. He is more skilled in divination, whereas Tanto specialises in storms. She is typically unconcerned by what goes on above the surface, but has been known to sink ships when offended. Cori is the only one she will typically listen to. She doesn’t get why he likes living on land so much, but Prov is pretty safe for pirates as navy ships always seem to face impossible conditions trying to get near there. Coincidence? I think NOT.

#cats pirate au #skimbleshanks #asparagus #skimblegus #skimblesparagus #mungojerrie #rumpleteazer #coricopat #coricojerrie #tantomile #cats the musical

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wordsandrobots · 1 year ago

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Ah! I realised looking back, I’d misphrased what happened with Astaroth. It was seized as part of the Warrens’ assets after they were framed for embezzlement and then sold off because none of the other Gjallarhorn Families would take it. The exact line is that its frame later appeared on the blackmarket, with the head of Tanto Tempo buying it up because he had a long-standing relationship with the Warrens. But Volco caveats this explanation by saying it’s just what Daddy Ted told him, so there’s potentially more to the story.

Either way, the implication is nobody important wanted to touch it with a barge-pole. I'm not aware of any further information on Vual, though it is somewhat intriguing that two top members of Tanto Tempo would have gotten their hands on Gundam frames. Perhaps Rossario thought it a good idea to imitate the boss?

(As a side note, I wish we knew if Gusion's Brewers form was its original configuration. Because that could go either way: their Rodis imply it's just the group's standard philosophy on mobile suit combat, but it could easily have been inspired by Gusion to begin with, so . . .)

And yeah . . . we're utterly in the dark on a lot of things with regard to intra-Gjallarhorn rankings. We don't even know what the numbers on the Order of the Seven Stars are, excepting that a single digit would be enough to shift the balance in the Fareeds' favour. One can obviously extrapolate that the non-Star families originated from pilots with a lower kill-count. Dantalion's manual states it achieved impressive military success but presumably, being the 71st, Zalmfort Prime still didn't have enough time to rise higher in the pecking order before the War was over. Meanwhile, the Nadrias' progenitor must have seen *some* action for Gremory's battle anchor to have been sheered in half, but that itself could indicate they weren't as good as the Seven on a skill level, seeing as the Star Gundams appear to have made it through with all accessories intact.

The Warrens recovering Astaroth may be notable simply due to the danger of salvage work once the Moon got 'damaged'. Thing is, we don't know *when* they found it. Personally, I'd pitch it as something happening soon after the War ended, when Gjallarhorn was in the process of establishing its position, and I'd be tempted to make it a political move. There's lots of scope within this set up to have shady maneuvering and outright conflicts, especially factoring in, say, pilots who had a high kill count but weren't on board with the direction the leadership took, or even pilots left without functional Gundams. I can't believe, given everything we know about Gjallarhorn, that it was quite as simple as first-come, first-served.

I have been wondering if the Urdr Hunt's plot is going to furnish any details about this, actually. We seem to be angling towards Erda Afam (Wistario's great-grandmother) being a missing Gundam pilot who stayed on the Venus colonies, which if so, does suggest not every surviving pilot was onboard with what Agnika and co were up to. And battle-data on Calamity War kills could presumably carry the risk of tipping Gjallarhorn's balance in various directions if a direct descendant rocked up with a Gundam in tow.

(This is without getting into the fact that Hajiroboshi can apparently perform at Alaya-Vjinana levels without the pilot actually having one installed, which raises even more questions . . .)

Plus, there's the whole deal with the Issue Family's current patriarch NOT having the surname Issue, which is intriguing to say the least.

In short: damned if I know how this is all supposed to work but it's very fun to speculate!

So I realised something - two things in fact, today when thinking about Iron Blooded Orphans again.

So, Gaelio, having realised that his Schwalbe Graze isn’t enough, pulls out the Bauduin family Gundam, the Kimaris, with which to fight the Barbatos. Mcgillis (as Montag) expresses amazement that Gaelio did this, and surprise that Gundam’s are fighting one another. However, his tone is rather dry, suggesting that, while surprising, such a situation is not an unthinkable one.

So, could there have been other fights between Gundam’s post-calamity war?

The other thing is that, while we’re told that there’s 26 Gundam’s known to still exist in P.D. 323, at the start of the series (I *think* it gets pushed up to 31 by the end, since Flauros, Gusion, Vual, Asmoday and Hajiroboshi get unearthed or revealed over that timeframe, but I might have forgotten one), we don’t know for certain that all of the missing ones were destroyed during the calamity war. It’s possible some were destroyed in the intervening 300-ish years, whether by politicking (think the Warren’s and Nadira’s being shoved out along with their gundam’s) or by some other conflict (it’s of course possible that not everyone was completely willing to accept Gjallarhorn’s rule postwar, no matter what the state of things).

So it’s possible that other Gundam’s have been discovered or lost since the calamity war, and they could have intervened in numerous other conflicts in that time. Mcgillis himself notes that Gundam’s “have appeared numerous times at historical turning points and have been a great influence on the history of man”. Not “the machines that won the calamity war”. It’s of course possible that Mcgillis’ romanticism makes him a biased source, prone to flowery descriptions. But. It does seem to indicate that the Gundams have had influence beyond the Calamity War already by P.D. 323, thus implying other conflicts they’ve been involved in.

I don’t know, it’s just cool to think about (and possible fodder for sidestories set prior to tekkadan’s formation in 323).

#gundam ibo #gundam: iron blooded orphans #tekketsu no orphans #g tekketsu #more rambling

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years ago

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protective sully?? yES PLEASE 😫😫

Sully is very protective ✨ his partner is royalty and no one messes with his royalty

Warning this contains: slight yandere behavior, violence, sully being a simp

Translation: Ti amo tanto= I love you so much

Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo= bastard son of a bitch

Vai all’inferno= go to hell

Amore mio= my love

Sully was usually a cheerful and happy person, his smile never leaving when he’s with you. He’s always wanting to spoil you in anyway he can from buying you expensive gifts to the overload of affection, you are his everything.

Sully had took you shopping, anything you showed mere interest in he was offering to get for you. “Sully, you don’t have to spend money on me” you cooed out as you held his hand, the simple act only making him smile brighter “how could I not? You deserve to bask in glory! Your beauty and charm rival the stars..no the sun itself, you are my shining sun!” He chimed out, eyes filled with so much love you swore he was going to explode.

“You’re so cute, I swear. Come on let’s grab food before you see something else you wanna get me” you teased, guiding him to the food court, not noticing the shining look in his eyes as he followed you along “Ti amo tanto..” he mumbled out softly.

Once at the food court you both decided on getting something sweet, so while you went to find a table he skipped off promising to get you something worthy of your tastebuds. It took two minutes for your table to be full of strangers

“Sup. You don’t mind if we sit with you yeah?” One of the guys said with a grin, his cocky smile making you cringe. “My boyfriend is gonna be sitting with me” you said softly only cringing more as the strangers moved closer.

“ come on just let us hang for a bit”

“Yeah we are just trying to keep you company”

Your nervousness turned into fear as one of the men reached out to touch you, but sully who appeared beside you grabbed their wrist, he gave you a shining smile as he placed a tray in front of you “did you wait too long? I’m sorry, if I could I would make it so we are the only two here” he cooed out before his eyes trailed to the strangers who looked surprised, sully had a look of disgust and hate burning in his eyes

“Do you know how valuable this person is? They rival the gods themselves..and you thought it was okay to touch them. Maybe you’re just stupid? I take pity on idiots..” sully spoke in a low tone, accent much thicker as he pushed the male back “i suggest you run, though maybe you’re too stupid to do that”

“You’re gonna let this pretty boy talk to you like that?”

“Yeah man kick his ass”

The next few moments were a blur, the drama escalated and a minute later sully had a small scratch on his cheek, he looked downright bloodthirsty after that.

“Brutto figlio di puttana bastardo!” Sully snapped as he digged the blade into the male’s side “Vai all’inferno..” he sneers out before he flinched, realizing what he was doing and pulled the blade out “run..” he said softly, watching the male stumble away in pure fear. Sully whined as he looked at his clothes soiled with blood before he turned towards you.

“I’m so sorry you had to see such a thing, do you hate me now?” He said in a panicked tone before he dropped to his knees infront of you “I’m so sorry, I lost my temper. Did I scare you? Oh my love, I was so scared that you would get hurt..I saw red” he purred out as he hugged you close nuzzling his head against your stomach

“How about I cook for you at home? Anything you want? I want you to myself..” he said sweetly with a smile before he shot up now wiping his hands of blood before grabbing your hands and pressing kisses along your hands his gaze nothing short but utter love.

“I would do anything for you, Amore mio”

#mafia oc #sully #ocs

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viperflowerbox · 4 years ago

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2019+1

Sinceramente? Esse ano foi o pior ano da minha vida inteira, mesmo que eu tenha só 26 anos. Eu vi todos os meus planos não darem certo, muito embora permanecer na faculdade em meio a uma pandemia que já matou quase 200 mil pessoas só no Brasil já tenha sido uma conquista e tanto, e mostrado que sou capaz de assistir aulas ~ao vivo~. Mas a questão toda não é só assistir aulas, mas sim sobreviver a tudo que se viu, ouviu, viveu. É difícil manter sua mente sã quando se vive em um país que todo dia mata, agride e violenta uma mulher, que acha normal e naturaliza uma pandemia. Sério! As pessoas comem salsicha, bebem Herbalife e ainda querem questionar a procedência de uma vacina que está sendo testada? Que é sim feita por cientistas?

2019+1 (porque esse ano está o próprio Lorde das Trevas e não deve ser nomeado!) tem se mostrado uma verdadeira catástrofe. Ouvi muita gente dizendo que era o ano para a humanidade aprender a ser solidária, mas foi muito difícil ver isso acontecer. Negros morreram asfixiados, mesmo dizendo que não conseguiam respirar, mas o que importa é que a polícia está aí, atirando para depois perguntar, agredindo independente do sexo, porque a cor... Mas é que é desgastante trabalhar sob pressão, imagina respirar? E foi um ano em que muitos líderes dentro desse país mostraram que realmente não estão nem aí para a população. E a população? Ela também não está nem aí.

Enquanto isso, as pessoas continuam sendo intubadas, continuam morrendo. Médicos e enfermeiros continuam sem conseguir conviver com suas famílias porque tem medo de que, por causa deles, seus filhos, pais, cônjuges, fiquem doentes e acabem nos hospitais também. Mas o que importa é a festa com ��testes de resultado negativo para COVID”; o que importa é a festinha que o irresponsável do influencer dá. É eu comprar meu presente mais barato no centro da cidade, pagar menos, pegar fila...

Se tem uma coisa que esse ano realmente mostrou, é que o ser humano está pouco se fodendo para o outro. O problema não é meu se o meu vizinho está na UTI lutando contra a morte por uma gripizinha e o presidente disse que a vacina vai transformar as pessoas em jacaré (muito embora eu tenha a ligeira impressão que ele queria dizer mesmo é chimpanzé). Esse mostrou que os conservadores, eles ainda são a maioria opressora. Mas também mostrou que no meio dessa merda toda, a gente ainda pode ser resistência.

IN ENGLISH: Sincerely? This year was the worst year of my entire life, even though I'm only 26 years old. I saw all my plans fail, even though staying in college in the midst of a pandemic that has killed almost 200,000 people in Brazil alone has been quite an achievement, and shown that I am able to attend classes ~ live ~ . But the whole point is not just to attend classes, but to survive everything that was seen, heard, lived. It is difficult to keep your mind sane when you live in a country that every day kills, attacks and violates a woman, who thinks it is normal and naturalizes a pandemic. Seriously! Do people eat sausage, drink Herbalife and still want to question the provenance of a vaccine being tested? What is it done by scientists?

2019 + 1 (because this year is the Dark Lord himself and should not be named!) Has proved to be a real catastrophe. I heard a lot of people saying that it was the year for humanity to learn to be supportive, but it was very difficult to see that happen. Blacks died of asphyxiation, even saying that they could not breathe, but what matters is that the police are there, shooting and then asking, assaulting regardless of sex, because color ... But it is exhausting to work under pressure, imagine breathing? And it was a year in which many leaders within that country showed that they really don't care about the population. And the population? She doesn't care either.

Meanwhile, people continue to be intubated, they continue to die. Doctors and nurses are still unable to live with their families because they are afraid that, because of them, their children, parents, spouses, will get sick and end up in hospitals too. But what matters is the party with “negative tests for COVID”; what matters is the little party that the irresponsible of the influencer gives. I buy my cheapest gift in the city center, pay less, take the queue ...

If there is one thing that this year really showed, it is that the human being is not fucking much for the other. The problem is not mine if my neighbor is in the ICU fighting death from a cold and the president said that the vaccine will turn people into an alligator (even though I have the slight impression he really meant is a chimpanzee). This showed that conservatives, they are still the overwhelming majority. But it also showed that in the middle of all this shit, we can still be resistance.

#text #covidー19 #2020 #2019+1 #desabafos #fim de ano

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misssolitudesmusicblog · 4 years ago

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Happy March! I can’t fathom that we are already 3 months into the year. I realized it’s been a year since I have been live streaming on Meetme, and anyways today we entered a new month and a new playlist, Episode: March is out now on Spotify and available to anyone who would love to participate in collaborating and adding new music to the playlist everyday based off the themes I choose. For today’s theme I am asking my audience to reflect in their personal life and choose music that would reflect them embracing whatever they may face this month and welcome March. The music should resonate within their own personal life and serve as a reminder to continue and keep moving forward. Here is my personal in depth of what I added:

1. This Way by Dilated Peoples: I absolutely resonate with the chorus

“ This time I made up my mind This time I'm back on my grind I know there's things in my life That I'ma let go startin tonight (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my this way (can't live my, I, I can't live my) This way (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) This way, I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my life this way “

I choose to start off with the month strong and serve as a reminder that I know change is necessary and I must choose a different behavior for the results I’m hoping for.

2. Grindin by Clipse: I choose this song because I have to grind so hard this month. My lease is up in June and I have to figure out where I will be relocating and make sure I have enough money to do so. So like Snoop Dog says “ I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind”

3. Early In The Morning by The Gap Band: This song is a hype song for me to remind me that the early bird gets the worm. I’ve been trying my best to establish a morning routine and although I need to be up by 8a.m. unfortunately I’m not a morning person so therefore I embrace March with many mornings in hopes I can execute Sunrises more often.

4. So Ruff, So Tuff by Zapp: This song is such a delight but also so real. I live out here in California where the weather is amazing but the cost of living is horrible. Another chorus that I embrace and resonate to:

“So ruff, so tuff out here baby So ruff, so tuff out here baby So ruff, so tuff out here baby So ruff, so tuff out here baby”

5. Backstrokin by Flatback Band: I choose this song because this song just has amazing rhythm and compliments the last first few songs here and I know this song will have me continuously jamming out throughout the month.

6. All The Stars by Kendrick Lamar ft. SZA : I love Kendrick I feel like he is one of the most realest rapper of our generation and he just validates all the emotions that I feel at times with people that cross my life and have done me wrong or the person’s ego and character is just not aligned with the values that I harbor in my heart and personal life.

7. Hit Different by SZA ft. The Neptunes: SZA another brilliant female artist that I absolutely adore. Here is to me hoping that March hit’s different.

8. I’m Not In Love by Kelsey Lu: OMG this song! First it’s a cover but definitely serves as reminder to me that I am not in love...I hope to still embrace love in March however still find balance to be detached as well.

9. Not My Baby By Alvvays: So my love interest and I stopped talking on January 31st, and we have not spoken since. I was excited to embrace new love into my life but unfortunately it didn’t work out but I’ve made peace and let that person go and move forward even though we were never official:

“ Now that you're not my baby I go do whatever I want No need to turn around to see what's behind me I don't care And it's true I've been checking out lately I go do whatever I want No need to turn around to see what's behind me I don't care “

10. telepatia by Kali Uchis: Thank Ticktock for this song as a welcoming song for March. I’m stuck on this cute and catchy song.

11. Soul Meets Body by Death Cab For Cutie: This song is amazing and I was reacquainted with it recently. It has been a minute since I had heard it but I definitely resonate with the feeling of finding new things and feeling new again:

“ I want to live where soul meets body And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel, feel what its like to be new “

12. O Children by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: So I recently watched Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows Part 1 & 2 in which this song is featured and this song made me reflect the strong friendship Harry, Ron, and Hermonie possessed to which I too share a a strong friendship with my 2 male bestfriends Elbert and Edson and it’s a solid friendship of over 10 years now. This song is sad but beautiful and I resonate with the following lyrics:

“ Hey little train! Wait for me! I was held in chains but now I'm free I'm hanging in there, don't you see In this process of elimination “

13. Nostalgic Feel by Bedroom: Ugh...another love song to remind me of this person but also to remind myself to trust the universe and remember that what is meant for me will come effortlessly.

“ Sitting in an open room Thinking of how much I miss you I know the future is looking good But I would still love to go back if only I could Nostalgia keeps haunting me With all of those sweet colored memories “

14. Live Well by Palace: I came across this song recently from one of my viewers on my meetme CapNMickey123 and yet it was another song that made me think of my past love interest and thought to myself may he know it was his loss and we both be in peace and maybe a part of me wants him to return but at the same time may we both let go and live well

“ And I know it's fine to end our time Be safe, be true, and I'll think of you 15. lo que paso by Nina Cobham: Another one...

“ Lo que pasó, ya no duele tanto Think that I can move on But I'm not sure what you want from me If you want from me Tú me has esperado tanto tiempo “

16. Icarus by White Hinterland:

“Together going arm and arm To meet our solitude, to meet it head on I'll meet you where the water's warm To meet my solitude, to meet it head on Though I can see clearly ahead of me I cannot stop it once I'm set a-spinning What can it mean Why must I always see the ending at the beginning?”

17. Discouraged by Devin The Dude:

“ The second hand on the clock don't stop Gotta keep climbin' 'til you hop on top ('cause) Whoever said life was easy? Same folks who believe in magic You gotta pay, mane, it ain't no freebies And buy the things that'll make you happy Funny how the people treat you When your money gone and you don't have it Don't worry, don't get nervous Discouraged “

18. March Madness by Future:

“ We ballin' like the March Madness”

#Spotify #playlist #march

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jace-the-writer-guy · 4 years ago

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The Stray of Atlas (Part One)

///Set in “The Brave and the Bold” AU///

“One twist of fate, in the blink of an eye, everything fell apart and faded away for Jace. His family, his innocence, and nearly his will to live were lost and his heart was shattered almost irreparably. His future was uncertain until a group of certain people gave him aid in his time of dire need and he was then accepted into Beacon, and another two gave him his arm. Nearly five years later, Jace has a new family in everything from close friendship, to his brother, and to his mate. The foreign exchange program came around once more at that time and with that new family by his side, Jace returns to a place he hadn’t been in since before the fateful day his life was so terribly altered.”

Word count: 3,646

*Twenty two years ago*

Jace sat in his seat in the airship, his eyes far from looking at the open book in his hands. The fingers of his prosthetic hand lightly gripped at the pages of the fantasy novel, and his real ones did the same with the pages on the other side but definitely not as hard. His eyes looked out over the sea they flew over, almost like he was in some strange trance. He had been like this for the last ten minutes or so. Raine and Auron sat across the small table from him. Auron had his hat over his face and seemed like he was sleeping, and Raine was making sure she had all her cleaning supplies for her weapons so she wouldn’t have to buy anymore for at least a while longer.

As for Alyss, she was at Jace’s left side, looking up to him with slight concern on her face. Through the bond they shared in the form of the mate’s marks on their shoulders, she felt multiple different feelings of her mate almost like they were battling for control of what he should feel. Nervousness, anxiousness, fleeting calmness, fear… None of them were too nice, and the calmness being the feeling she felt the least out of them all and slowly disappearing made her frown. The cat Faunus’ ears twitched a bit and she reached for his prosthetic hand, pulling it away from the fantasy world he paid no mind to. The fingers of her right hand intertwined with the mechanical fingers of his, and the covered the outside of his hand with her left. She knew very well that Jace could feel it, and she thanked doctor Seabolte so much for his work to allow Jace that comfort after losing his arm.

“Hey,” Alyss spoke up lightly and squeezed his hand, feeling the warm mesh of the palm and insides of his fingers against her own, and she began to do her best to send feelings of calmness to him through their bond, “It’s okay, sweetie. We’re here with you.”

Jace blinked and he let out a long, pent up breath. He pulled his vision away from the window and marked the page of his book, then he closed it and put it on the table. “I'm… still not sure about how I’m gonna react.”

“Just don’t try to hide any feelin’s,” Auron said and sat up straighter in his seat, and he put his hat on the table, “Take it the best you can. I kinda felt like that when we went to Haven a couple years ago, but I know there ain’t nothin’ comparin’ to what happened to you.”

Raine looked up from her things and she offered Jace a smile. “You’re one of the strongest people I know, Jace. You can do this. You have Alyss,” She smiled a bit more and put a hand on her own shoulder, “and you have her mark. You can make it.”

Jace closed his eyes for a few moments, doing his best to accept the calmness Alyss sent his way and take everyone’s words to heart. He knew he could do this, but he was worried he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Hey, is everything alright?” They all heard Aulin ask, who stopped by and leaned over, resting her elbows on the table, “Hangin’ in there, Jace?”

Jace opened his eyes. “I'm… something.”

Alex stopped next to Aulin there and offered him a grin. “Hey, I know it’s gonna be tough, but at least you don’t have to worry about them.”

“Yeah… Thankfully not.”

“You know, your ass is hanging out for everyone to stare at, right?” Raine remarked to the ever-confident leader of team SLVR, “I shouldn’t be surprised anymore, honestly.”

Aulin snickered at that and looked at her best friend. “You’re just saying that because you’re not on the side my ass is facing.”

“I have a mate, you know.”

“Hasn’t stopped you from staring before, you know.” Aulin stuck her tongue out at the fox Faunus.

Raine rolled her eyes, her ears twitching a bit in amusement. “Bite me.”

“Let me!”

Despite Jace’s feelings at the moment, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Now there’s some improvement!” Aulin cheered and let out a bigger grin.

Alyss giggled a bit. “You both make great friends.”

“If only Vivi could share! Or Raine for that matter, damn~” Aulin licked her lips, “That cat’s ass and thighs look so-”

“Oh alright now, that’s enough from you,” Raine cut her off and looked up to the purple haired girl’s boyfriend, who was shaking his head in amusement, “Control your woman, Alex. She’s about to get something pierced other than her ears.”

“You know I can’t control her, Raine,” Alex replied and began to pull Aulin from the table, “C'mon now before Belle tracks us down.”

Alex took Aulin away and left the group in silence for several long moments. Jace took another deep breath and looked over toward the greatsword that was leaned against the seat between himself and the window. It wasn’t his own. It had a bit of a wider blade than Legacy’s, and the blade itself was five feet long, with the hilt being a foot long itself. The sword was single-edged, and the tip of the blade was a mix between a tanto-point and clip-point blade, with the edge running back down along the backside for a foot in length. The blade for the most part was dark grey while the edges and an inch past them were silver. Jace never let that sword leave his sight if he could help it and when it was left at the bottom of Beacon Tower four years ago with his blood surrounding it, it affected his mind greatly. And when he finally claimed it back at the Reclamation of Vale nearly a year later, it made him feel such great relief.

The weapon was named Standoff, and it was his fallen brother’s sword.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been there…” Jace murmured to himself and to the blade.

“Too bad it ain’t for a tournament,” Auron remarked and pulled out a bag of his deer jerky, and he stuck a piece in his mouth, “At least they still do the foreign exchange stuff though.”

Jace sighed at that. “Guess we’ll never get our chance.”

“Passengers, please return to your seats and prepare for landing.” The calm voice of the female pilot of the airship said through the intercom system, signaling their arrival to their destination.

Atlas

Jace looked out the window once more and saw that they were entering the city’s limits, which was on the ground. There were murmurings that that would soon change one day in the future and that Atlas would take to the sky, but for now the city was still grounded, and no one knew how long it would take for it to go airborne. Jace put his book in the bag he carried with him and he prepared himself mentally as much as he could, which was made immeasurable easier thanks to Alyss’ calming feelings coming through his mark.

After a few moments, everyone felt the airship touch down and a few moments later, everyone was called to depart. Alyss stepped out of the booth and grabbed her bags from above, along with the weapon case housing Soul Leaf, and she stepped aside for Jace. He put Standoff on the left side of his back, held by the magnetic plate attached to the harness he wore under his uniform jacket, and then he reached up to grab Legacy and he placed it on the right side of his back. Jace was very much used to it. Ozpin had allowed him to carry Standoff with him to every class after he was accepted into Beacon, and when he created Legacy and reclaimed his brother’s sword, he was mostly seen carrying both massive blades on his back.

Raine stepped out of their booth and grabbed Amaranthe, slinging it across her back with the string over her chest, and then she grabbed the weapon case on the floor that housed Shagohod. After her was Auron, and he slung his bags over his shoulders and grabbed the sheath that held Last Call, slinging it over his right shoulder. He didn’t have to get Smoke & Preacher from anywhere, as he had them in their holsters at his hips. After gathering all their things, team JKDW made their way off the airship and they beheld the sight of Atlas Academy, and the sight made Jace freeze up a bit.

He looked up toward the very top of the school and he felt a lump grow in his throat, and he just felt… locked up for several moments before he felt his hand being squeezed, and he looked down to see the comforting smile on Alyss’ face. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, and he leaned down to press his head against hers, his tail wrapping around her thigh.

“Thank you, Alyss. I love you.” Jace said softly to her.

Alyss smiled and kissed him on the lips. “I love you too, Jace.”

“Daddy!”

“Hey, there’s my baby girl!” Auron exclaimed and gave a big smile before he walked over to where his girlfriend and his two-year-old daughter were standing.

Shyla giggled at that. “She’s missed you, Aure.”

“Awww have ya, Holly?” Auron asked with happiness in his voice before gently taking his daughter out of Shyla’s arms, and Holly nodded and gave a smile to match his before she hugged his neck, “I missed you too, honey,” He kissed her on the side of the head, “Gods, just one more year an’ I can spend a lot more time around you both.”

“I don’t think either of us can wait for that,” Shyla said and Auron gave Holly over to her, “Do you want to go to dinner after you all get settled?”

Auron nodded. “I’d love to. Talk to you later, Shy,” He looked to Holly and ruffled her hair, causing her to giggle, “Bye sweetheart. I’ll see you as soon as I can.”

“Bye-bye daddy!”

Auron walked back to his team after that and they could all see the huge smile on his face. “Gods, just knowin’ me an’ Shy made somethin’ so beautiful is still enough to keep me goin’.”

“She’s still just as cute as ever,” Alyss remarked and smiled at him, “We’re all glad you’re still moving forward, Auron.”

“Thanks, Alyss. I hope she can meet Pyrrha at Heaven’s Clearin’ someday.”

“Speaking of babies, have you and Vivi made any progress in researching artificial pregnancy?” Jace asked his partner.

Raine hummed a bit as they all walked on toward the amphitheater. “A bit. We found out that they’re still experimenting and it might take a while longer before anything substantial happens.”

“And have you decided who is gonna carry your baby?” Alyss asked this time.

“Now that… we’re still not sure on.”

“Oh, did I just miss Holly!?” Aulin exclaimed nearby when she saw the back of Shyla’s head moving off in the other direction, “Auron, why didn’t you tell me!?”

“Because I wanted to hold my daughter an’ I know you woulda kept her to yourself,” Auron replied and grinned at her, “You’ll get more chances to see her, y'know.”

“Well yeah! But-”

“Aulin, please calm down,” Belle laughed next to her, “Let the man have a moment alone with his daughter.”

“You know telling her to calm down isn’t going to help anything.” Inuvali remarked.

“True, but still.”

“You guys need to stop ganging up on me!” Aulin complained and turned her head away from them, “Can you believe them, Alex?”

Alex laughed and shook his head. “No I can’t. How could you guys treat your sexy leader like that?”

Raine rolled her eyes and grinned, and she looked back to her team. “Come on, we should head on in and ignore her.”

Her teammates nodded and they all walked inside Atlas Academy, and Jace felt a small chill run through his body. He honestly never expected to walk through Atlas’ doors again. The last time he had, it was to go home for a break from school with Genesis, and then everything was taken away from him. It was always such a painful memory for the unnatural Faunus, and being back in Atlas was making it all come back to him. The ambush, the kidnapping, the experiments, feeling his father and his brother both die in his arms, losing his arm, all the people he killed in order to survive, all the innocents he and Genesis had put to rest from their suffering…

It took everything in Jace’s power to keep from falling to his knees, but even still he had to lean against the wall, covering his mouth in his real hand as his prosthetic clenched into a fist and trembled. Tears began to fill his eyes as the memories replayed in his mind. He lost everything so quickly, and then when he found someone to love and take comfort in the presence of, she was nearly taken away from him as well and that immense rage he felt still made him sick to his stomach.

“Jace!”

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his back against the wall, and two slender, gentle hands holding his shoulders. “A-Alyss-”

Alyss quickly brought her mate in for a tight embrace. “Shhhh, it’s okay sweetie. Take a deep breath. We’re here for you.”

Jace trembled in her arms before he wrapped his own around her, not wanting to let go of her. He opened his mouth to try to say something, but he couldn’t find any words. He just didn’t know what to say. Soon, he felt a hand on each shoulder, one large and one smaller, and he could easily tell it was Auron and Raine. The two squeezed his shoulders and Alyss continued to keep him in her arms, and she kept doing her best to flood calming and soothing feelings into his Mark to counteract all the fear he was feeling. Several long seconds ticked by that felt like minutes to Jace as he stood with his back against the wall and in Alyss’ arms. After a while, he started to finally take deep breaths like Alyss told him to do, and he felt like he was finally starting to calm down enough to speak.

“I-I don’t think I’m ready…” He murmured, his voice barely audible.

“You are ready,” Raine told him and patted his shoulder, “After what happened with Auron a couple years ago at Haven, we all knew you would be taking this even harder than he did. It’s just moment of weakness. We all have them, but it doesn’t mean you’re not ready to be here again.”

Auron nodded in agreement. “Exactly. Y'all know it was… real bad for me. All the memories o’ what I seen almost took all my strength from me. I remembered havin’ to watch Preacher get his leg blown off an’ retire an’ I had to watch dad just slowly die in a hospital bed, an’ before all o’ that I had to see mom get bit an’ poisoned. An’ then I…” He took a deep breath and slowly let it out, “I seen you layin’ at the bottom o’ Beacon Tower with Standoff stabbed through your gut, an’ I seen Qrow come down with Pyrrha’s circlet… All o’ that was about too much to bear rememberin’ like that. I can’t imagine what you’re goin’ through right now, man.”

Jace closed his eyes as tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking into the hair between Alyss’ cat ears. “I miss them both so much…”

“We know you do, Jace,” Alyss spoke softly, reaching a hand up to gently rub the back of his head, “You can get through this. You know we’ll stay right by your side the whole time. We’re your family. And you have Alex, Aulin, Inu and Bell, and you have Ruby and the others too.”

“I heard my name!” The always-cheerful voice of the leader of team RWBY exclaimed nearby, and she and her team walked up to them, “Is everything okay?”

Jace took a shuddering breath. “Just… remembering.”

Yang gave him a small, sympathetic smile. “I guess it’s harder for now you since you’re here, huh?”

“Umm… yeah.”

“Will you be alright?” Weiss asked him, “I haven’t seen you look like this since we first visited you four years ago in the hospital.”

Jace shook his head. “I-I don’t know, Weiss… I just don’t know. I didn’t think this would just… hit me so hard.”

Blake stepped forward and put her hand on his arm. “Let Alyss help you, Jace. That’s one of the most beautiful things mates can have with each other with the marks. You know that. She’ll help you more than anything. You just need to do your best to calm down, and let her help keep you calm.”

Jace hugged Alyss a bit tighter and nodded. “I’m scared to lose her just like I lost my family, j-just like I almost lost her to the Fang…”

“But you didn’t, sweetie,” Alyss looked up from his chest and looked into his sky blue and emerald green eyes, “I’m still here, because you saved me. Their torture was nothing compared to what I felt from being taken away from you. I’ll always be here for you. Please, calm down and breath. Everything else can wait.”

“You can get through it, Jace,” Ruby said and flashed him a big smile, taking Blake’s hand in her own, “We’re gonna head into the amphitheater now. You guys take all the time you need.”

Ruby led her team off as Yang put her arm back around Weiss’ shoulders and left team JKDW there in the hallway. Jace felt himself slowly shuddering less and less in the comfort of his team and in the comfort of Alyss’ arms. He knew he needed to calm down but it was just so hard. The memories had never gotten to him like this before, and that made it so much harder to keep himself calm. One of his greatest fears was losing Alyss after she was kidnapped after the Reclamation of Vale. Not only was Alyss kidnapped, but so were the mate and son of one of their friends. Jace had felt such crushing grief when Alyss went missing that day, and when he found out that she had been kidnapped by the White Fang, that grief was replaced by absolute, burning rage.

Neither were feelings he never wanted to feel again.

Several moments ticked by as Jace closed his eyes and let his emotions settle with the immense help from the feelings Alyss sent through his mark. Those moments passed and Jace finally felt like he was okay and ready to continue on, so he said so to his team and they all continued on toward their destination. The whole way there, Jace clutched Alyss’ hand like a lifeline. He didn’t squeeze so hard it hurt her, but he definitely squeezed it with a lot of force. Alyss squeezed back though, and continuously rubbed her thumb across the top of his hand, humming softly to him to help soothe his mind.

She did that the entire time all the students were being addressed in the amphitheater as well as General Ironwood welcomed them all to Atlas. He went over the basics of Atlas’ policies and told them all the rules of the academy, and shared in the collective disappointment that another year was going by without the Vytal Tournament taking place. He had told everyone that he hoped that they still had a wonderful time in Atlas and that he along with the professors would do their best to answer any questions anyone may have. It was a standard speech he gave them all, but it was necessary to keep it like that to prevent from wasting so much time that could be spent elsewhere for the students, such as getting used to their surroundings.

“…Above all, we at Atlas and the Atlesian military would… like to once again apologize for the events of four years ago,” Ironwood began to say at the end of his speech, “Because of our lacking security, we unknowingly played a hand in the fall of Beacon, and the loss of so many lives both young and old. To this day, I still regret letting that happen and I place all of that blame on my own shoulders.”

Ironwood took a deep breath, and he let it out evenly. “It takes years to build trust, but only a moment to destroy it. I can only hope Atlas continues to build that trust once more, and it is never destroyed again. You’re all dismissed, please spend the rest of the day to relax and become familiar with the school.”

#oc #jace reznor #alyss reznor #raine daturas #james ironwood #b&b au #submission

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alexswriteblr · 5 years ago

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The Lady and her Shinobi

iOkay, so, this is from a dream I had last night and I had to get it out. I had to share. The names are all really poorly planned because I got this done as quick as I could Word count: 1927 Content warnings: Gore, Violence

Isshin stood staring at the gigantic eye, young and cocky, in front of such an ancient and all-knowing monster.

“If you grant me the powers I want, I can bring you the maiden you want. I can bring her alive or dead, whichever you prefer.” He says, puffing himself up. The reptilian eye blink slowly, first the clear lid, then the scaled one. They click audibly, and don’t open again. Isshin glares. “You’re oh so wise and powerful, yet can’t take advantage of the offer I bring you. Sometimes, I doubt that you’re as wise as they all say.” He hisses, as the gigantic dragon head pulls away from the pagoda.

Standing on the edge of the Cliff Gardens, Isshing watches the long red serpentine dragon as it begins to fly. There is no wind, no noise, as though the world is doing what it can to negate the monster’s presence. There’s a shuffling behind him, and its by pure instinct that the drop to the second level of the Cliff Gardens doesn’t kill him.

“Dragon! Al-Imir! Swallower of the sun and Ender of time!” A female voice calls out. It must be one of the ladies. “We’ve come for your head!” There’s 4 hisses as starmetal swords, forged in hellfire and quenched in heaven’s tears slide from their sheaths. There’s another rumble.

“As it was in the time of the Gods! The Ladies of Sakura, Geranium, Rose, Hellebore, Lily, and Orchid houses are here to stop your madness!” Another voice calls out, slightly higher-pitched, but steadfast and powerful. Isshin looked back up, watching as best he could from below the six figures. At least their color-coordination made it easy to keep track of who was who. Sakura in her pink, Geranium in her blue, Rose in her red, Hellebore in green, Lily in yellow, and Orchid in purple.

There was a grumble in the distance, and Isshin barely had time to hear the “incoming!” call before he had to dive out of the way and then some to avoid being crushed by the dragon’s enormous mass as it crashed into the Gardens. There’s a yell from above that Isshin doesn’t even try to decipher before scrambling his way back up the cliff, settling on the territorial wall of Geranium house, perched carefully on the blue ceramic tiles. The fight was fantastic, Lily, Hellebore, Rose and Orchid are all doing their best to keep pace and survive the dragon’s assault, deflecting claws and diving out of the way of gigantic teeth.

Geranium and Sakura are holding each other, Sakura standing more protectively over Geranium, who looks to be much younger than the other five Ladies. Isshin can almost imagine her tears. He probably wasn’t the only one, because at that moment, the four Ladies engaging in combat turn to face Geranium. And the dragon follows suit. Its maw obscured the view of everyone but Isshin. Sakura’s hand is on the tanto at her back, gripping tightly. Silence reigns, even as the other Ladies run towards them.

The dragon barely opens its maw, seemingly careful about its actions, and slowly pushes one impossibly long fang through Sakura’s forearm. Sakura cries out, but clutches Geranium harder to her side. At that moment, the other four ladies appear. Rose kicks the dragon’s snout down, withdrawing the fang and momentarily stunning it against the floor.

“The five of you go!” Rose calls. She’s drawing her wakizashi to match the katana in her right hand.

“Are you sure-” Lily begins to ask, but a glare from Rose cuts her off.

“I’ll buy you as much time as I can.” There’s a moment of silence. Of understanding. Of goodbye. The Lilac is taking control.

“Let’s go! Get them inside. She needs immediate attention! Go go go!” Lilac is rushing back to the gate in the Geranium house walls, ushering in her four compatriots in. Lilac casts one more glance out as she closes the door. Silence reigns again. Ishin creeps close enough to Rose to hear the mantra she’s chanting.

“I am the fire’s heat. I am the earth’s core. I am the wind’s grace. I am water’s calm.” She repeats the same verse, over and over again, eyes closed, breathing stable. The dragon peeks over the cliff again, recovered from the shock. It spoke for the first time.

“You stand alone, Lady of House Rose.” It said, its voice shaking the very earth they stood on. Isshin nearly slipped off the ceramic tiles, but Rose stood, unshaked, unfazed.

“I am all they need to stop you.” She hissed in response.

“Brave, or foolish?” The dragon asked. “Which are you?” Rose didn’t answer, merely dropping into a ready stance, wakizashi resheathed, both hands on the katana. The dragon huffed once. “Very well.” The next attack came from the left, and Rose deflected the claws, standing, unmoving. The dragon swiped from the right, and Rose deflected, standing, unmoving. The dragon went for a bite, but Rose shifted, moving quickly and quietly, dodging between the dragons claws so its jaws closed on empty air. Rose slashed at the dragons claws, leaving a black mark on the back of its hand as black blood began to seep through the cut. The dragon roared.

It tried again with its claws, more wary this time, slashing and swiping. But it never hit Rose. The dragon growled in frustration, before being washed in bright light, and seemingly replaced by a samurai, wielding an Odachi, as long as Rose was tall. “If you insist on standing as you do, I’ll do you the honor of a quick death.” The samurai said, just before he rushed in, winging overhead with the massive weapon. Isshin didn’t even register when Rose had drawn her wakizashi, as she blocked the odachi, catching the blade in the cross of her own swords.

Their exchange was fast, and Isshin was mesmerized, until a movement caught his attention. Behind the samurai, hovering quietly, the dragon grinned, invisible. Isshin would have said something, but the tail strike moved faster than sound. It sliced the illusory samurai in half, and slammed into Rose, sending her flying as the dragon reappeared.

“Foolish, then.” It said, drawing back. It flew up high, impossibly high, a red serpent painted in contrast to the blue sky. Isshin saw it begin to move. He didn’t register his body moving, or drawing the katana at his waist, or the shattering of his own sword against the dragon’s maw. All he did registar was the dragon, a little to his left, and Rose, squarely behind him, safe.

“Lady of House Rose, I will need to borrow your sword.” He said. The Lady of House Rose coughed, and clutched at her abdomen.

“No. It is not your place-” She began, but Isshin cut her off.

“I can and will save your life.” He grabbed the katana from the floor, and kicked the wakizashi back to Rose. The dragon glared.

“So. I was right to mistrust you. You who doubt my wisdom.” The dragon said. Isshin nearly laughed.

“Maybe you aren’t as stupid as you act.” He said. There was silence, and Isshin sprung into action. He launched himself up, almost to eye-level with the dragon, and slashed down, drawing more blood along the top of the dragon’s snout. The dragon roared as Isshin plummeted to the second level of the Cliff Gardens. He didn’t stop moving though, immediately bolting to the right as the dragon crashed into the wall behind him. Isshin glanced back once, and slid down to the third floor of the Cliff Gardens, barely avoiding getting eaten. Adrenaline filled his veins as he dashed to the left, holding the sword out to his right, cutting deep into the dragon’s soft underbelly as he did. The dragoon roared again and backed off. Isshin took the opportunity to scramble back up the cliffs.

“You.” Rose’s voice stopped him. It no longer sounded wounded. Isshin looked back, and watched her finish sealing the gourd at her hip.

“Lady.” Isshin looked back to where the dragon was closing in fast. He backpedaled quickly, only to back into Rose.

“You’ve done your part.” She said, grabbing the katana from his hands. Isshin just took advantage, and ran back to the Geranium territory wall. Once over the blue ceramic tiles, he peeked back at where Rose stood. The dragon had tried to smash through her, but had been stopped, the tip of his maw against the flat of Rose’s katana. There was a shuffle behind him, and Isshin whirled to see the Ladies of the other Houses, minus Geranium and Sakura, marching out, eyes determined, hands grasping their katanas. Behind them marched the entire retinue of house Geranium. Soldiers, guards, servants, cooks, all of them. All of them as armed as they could be.

Isshin is looking at the empty sheath at his side, dismayed. He took in the battle field again. The dragon was pinned to the floor by the katana in its upper jaw. It was growling and roaring as best it could. It was trying to bite through the Cliff Gardens, to swallow Rose. The other three ladies were standing, drawing their swords and beginning to swing mercilessly at any piece of the dragon they could reach. The soldiers were punching, kicking, nursing broken toes, shattered weapons, and generally being an annoyance. The servants were tending to the injured, replacing tools, and throwing ceramic roof tiles, which shattered upon impact. Isshin watched, and followed their lead. He scrambled back onto the wall, and started picking at the loose tiles he could find.

It took a little bit, but he managed to gather five tiles. Isshin begins to lob them. One shatters on a horn. The second on a tooth. The third in a nostril. The fourth between the eyes. And the fifth shatters in the dragon’s eye. Isshin drops back onto the battlefield, and picks up what he can. He’s not doing this for the world. He’s not even doing it for Lady Rose. He’s doing this because he couldn’t stand to be the only coward in a mass of warriors. But then Lady Rose looks back at him, and throws the wakizashi in her left hand at him. Reflexes borne out of years of practice let him catch it.

Lady Rose nods. Its an unspoken agreement. The dragon begins to curl in, trying to crush all the pesky gnats with its sheer body mass alone. Isshin takes the wakizashi and drives it as deep as he can into the nearest part of the dragon. As the dragon curls and curls, the black streak gets longer and longer. And the other Ladies follow suit. Soon the dragon is scored, nearly from head to tail with cuts just oozing black blood. It can’t curl as tight as it wants to, not without impaling itself.

“Get the soldiers and servants out!” Lay Rose calls. Soldiers and servants killed and wounded, healthy and able, are removed, by each other, by themselves. The last combatants, the Ladies and Isshin, are holding tight to their swords. Rose pulls her own blade from the dragon’s maw, and faster than they can all follow, drives the blade through the dragon's eye.

The wakizashi is nearly torn from Isshin’s hands as the dragon goes limp and begins to fall. But he holds tight, and in the end, he's covered in black blood, holding tight to the short sword. His hands are clammy and his legs are shaking. He slumps to the ground and falls unconscious.

Tags!!! @i-rove-rock-n-roll @writing-in-the-grave @multi-fandommesss

#drabble #my writing #dreams #ninjas

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griffinxwoods · 6 years ago

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clarke and lexa are snowed in at raven and anya’s holiday/housewarming party

i wanted to finish this for clexa week but, life happens, and i wasn’t able to so here’s a snippet, the beginning really, and if you guys like it, i’ll wrap it up soon and post it to ao3. but i figured something is better than nothing, even if i think it’s pretty rough so, here you go. also, a rough attempt at a moodboard. nevertheless, enjoy!

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It’s almost over. Technically she’s halfway to the finish line. But it’s almost over.

Finals week is upon them.

Clarke has a few sketches to finish for her portfolio, her finals project only has a few tweaks to be done, and then she can finally relax for winter break. She can worry about her last official university semester once the new year rolls around.

Tonight, though, Raven wanted to have a group study session at Clarke and Lexa’s apartment. it’s a nice change from the stuffy Arkadia library, at least Clarke can sketch on her couch instead of those hard, wooden chairs, oddly always warm.

The crew’s scattered around her apartment, Octavia and Lincoln are sitting at the kitchen island, going through flashcards for Lincoln’s psych exam. Bellamy has taken to the recliner, flipping through the pages of his latest history read. He graduated years ago yet, he still hangs around. Nerd. Jasper and Maya are sat at one end of the dining table, there’s less studying and more of Jasper goofing around, but poor Maya has a highlighter in her mouth and about 3 other different colored highlighters in each hand, going through her bio notes. Pre-med is rough and Clarke feels for her. Monty is next to them, fiddling with a broken car radio he’s trying to fix for Miller. Raven and Anya are at the opposite end, Raven seemed to have wrapped up her studies early and somehow dug out Clarke’s old toaster and opened it up, rewiring it. Anya’s just eating some nuggets.

Clarke’s stomach grumbles. Hmm, not a bad idea. She moves to get up from the coach when Lexa appears, plate of nuggets in hand.

Clarke beams up at her, “how’d you know?”

Lexa shrugs, “You’ve been sketching for a while, figured you’d want some fuel.” She flops down next to Clarke and pulls up the Twitter app on her phone.

Clarke pulls her in for a kiss, slow and tender. She caresses Lexa’s face and Lexa pulls back, rubs her nose against Clarke’s, moving her head to the other side. It’s sweet and slow, perfect.

Clarke leans back and looks at Lexa through her eyelashes, “Thanks, baby.”

Lexa’s lips curl up a bit on one side, that sweet smile reserved only for Clarke. She reaches for Clarke’s hand and rubs her thumb over Clarke’s.

BANG.

“Attention, everyone!” Raven yells. “Hear ye, hear ye, I have an announcement before we wrap up this lovely hellish study session.”

Everyone jumped in their places at the crash, but they gather closer nonetheless. Raven smashed Clarke’s old toaster on the ground. Sigh, typical. Dramatic, as usual.

“Anya and I are throwing a housewarming party,” Raven beams.

“Does that mean we have to buy you gifts for being an adult,” Lexa scrunches her face, she grabs a nugget and pops it into her mouth.

Raven tilts her head to the side and feigns a smile, “Yes. Why ever the fuck else would I be hosting a party when you and Clarke have a perfectly furnished apartment.” she waves her hand in the general direction of everything they have, then points at the kitchen, “a fucking Nespresso machine, Clarke. You guys are boujee and I want in on it.”

“Raven,” Clarke sighs.

“Help me, I’m poor,” Raven pouts and bats her eyelashes.

Lexa stifles a laugh, “Might as well make a, like, baby registry for your apartment, ya know”. She pauses and looks at Clarke, “Is that a thing? Did we do that?”

She pats Lexa’s arm and sighs, “Yeah babe, it’s a thing. Technically.”

“Lexa, you beautiful dumbass, te quiero tanto” she practically launches herself across the table to grab Lexa’s face and plant a quick rough kiss on her lips. “I’m gonna sign up for that and send you all the link. I want a blender. And a microwave. And those smart light bulbs. God, they’re so fucking expensive, I don’t understand why. Gonna need Ms. Amazon Alexa too so I can connect that. I wanna speak to her. Our own smart house, how zesty of us. Oh! A fridge, need that too but the one you tweet on! That’s so boujee, I love it- ”

Lexa’s stunned, really didn’t expect that one. Clarke plopped back against her seat and lets out an exhausted breath. She’s used to Raven’s antics, of course, but tonight she just wants to finish her sketch and cuddle with Lexa. They’ve been here for hours, she’s tired and she has an early class in the morning. She picks up a pencil and continues to work, letting the conversation idle into background noise.

Her peace only lasts a few seconds.

Jasper mischievously snatches a sheet of paper and crumples it up, throws the ball at Lexa, and laughs, “She won’t shut up and it’s your fault, Woods.”

Lexa snatches a fat eraser out of Clarke’s hand and launches it at Jasper’s face, pure reflex.

Clarke gives up, her efforts futile, she snaps her sketchbook closed and groans.

“Fuck! Ow, what the fuck, Lex?”

“If you so much as look at me wrong, I will Spartan kick you off my balcony, you failed abortion. Capice?”

Clarke snaps her head towards Lexa, trying and failing to controller her laughter, and smacks Lexa lightly on the arm, “Lexa, no.”

“What? He’s annoying.”

“He’s our friend, remember. Be nice.”

“I’ve never claimed him. He’s your friend.”

“Everything that’s mine is yours, sweetheart,” Clarke singsongs and boops her on the nose.

Lexa tries to bite Clarke’s finger and falls short, her eyes narrow on her girlfriend, “Pick your battles, Griffin”

“HELLOOOO!” Raven bangs on the table abruptly. Everyone stops. “We were talking about me.”

Anya’s exasperated at this point. She only decided to come over for the free food and now she has to deal with this? She checks her watch, wondering when would be a good time to drag Raven out of her before she rips someone’s head off for suggesting teal accents when her apartment theme is planned to be black and gold. Seems trivial to Anya but, she knows Raven well enough by now.

Lexa blinks, “Oh? I-”

“Can you not? Thanks. Anyway, back to me now.”

Lexa throws her hands up, defeated, “Why am I in trouble when that sorry excuse for a man physically attacked me. In my own home! I’m a victim.” Lexa narrows at him, “the white man wins again.”

“Hey!” Jasper protests.”I was just-”

Raven lowers her voice and glares at Jasper, he gulps. “I will tie you to a chair and set your three mustache hairs on fire one by one. I know how long you’ve tried to grow that out, you’ve gotten attached to them, little man. Do not test me.”

Octavia grins, “This is getting good. Shall I make popcorn?”

Jasper slouches back into himself. Maya gives him a soft kiss on his cheek and a soft smile, and Monty puts him in a headlock and tousles his hair playfully, “You’ll be fine, buddy.”

Anya pinches the bridge of her nose, her eyes closed. She checks her watch again, looks around the room. Good enough. She raises herself out of her seat and steps towards Raven, an arm snaking around Raven’s neck.

“Alright Reyes, that’s enough. We get it, we’re poor, we need house stuff, and you’re becoming a dictator.”

“The Castros are shaking right now,” Lexa smirks.

Raven snorts, “Ha, noice.” They high five and Clarke and Anya share a look, both rolling their eyes.

“Okaaaay” Anya drawls, she detaches from Raven and grabs her hand as they make their way to the door, “So we’re gonna go. This was nice until crackhead Martha Stewart here took over.”

Raven pauses, a little insulted but nonetheless, she continues, “I want the fridge that can tweet, Anya.”

“I know baby,” Anya sighs, dragging Raven along.

“It’s essential. It’s the future. Technology, it revolves around us, you know.”

“I really don’t even know what you’re saying anymore.”

Lexa waves from her seat, grinning, and turns to Clarke, “We’re not getting the fridge.”

Clarke hums absentmindedly, “Absolutely not.” She really doesn’t care anymore, though. She just wants to go to bed with Lexa. She rubs her hands down her face, crosses her arms and yawns.

Lexa watches her, noticing the drooping eyelids, sketchbook closed in front of her. She stands and clasps her hands together.

“Okay putas, time to go. Pick up your shit and get outta here, it’s beddy-bye. Clarke looks like she’s going to knock out on this couch and I’d rather not carry her to bed so, let’s move on out.” She ushers everyone up and out, herds them towards the door like a shepherd gathering stray sheep into a barn. Or out, rather.

They all protest on their way out, but appreciate the eviction considering how late it’s gotten and no one noticed.

“Thanks for the food, Lex. I’ll see you on the field tomorrow, right?” Lincoln hugs her and gives her a sharp look. She’s on her vacation and he knows how quickly she can fall into a lazy spiral if she lets herself.

Lexa grunts, “But it’s supposed to snow.”

Lincoln gives her a sharp look and she concedes, nodding in agreement.

They all file out, waving goodbye, and piling into their cars. Lexa closes the door, locks it and leans against it, letting out a sigh of relief.

“It’s quiet,” Lexa breathes.

“Lex. Bed,” Clarke whispers. She’s waiting in the bedroom doorway, hand reaching out towards Lexa. She strides over and slips her hand into Clarke’s, placing a tender kiss to her lips. Clarke hums and her lips curl into a smile on one side, similar to one of Lexa’s.

They fall into bed, a tangle of limbs, soft kisses on smooth skin, breaths evening out.

Clarke curls deeper into Lexa’s warmth and not a minute later, drifts off.

#clexaweek2019 #day 7 #free day #clexa #clexa fic #clarke x lexa #clexa au #clexa drabble #i guess?#my writing #ayyy that tags back #anyway i made this oneshot too long and i got busy with work and family so i truly couldn't finish in time #and then i got an idea for another oneshot so sdkjnfs #i made a rough moodboard or whatever to compensate a bit :)#hope its decent folks #i miss these nerds #thanks for reading i appreciate it anyways

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blackbutterfly101 · 5 years ago

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Cloak and Dagger

Chapter 1

A/N: So all I can say is that I actually wanted to write an avengers AU after seeing @clearwillow s art of inukag as tony and pepper but all of a sudden it just kinda turned into this. But there are gonna be several scenes inspired by scenes from the MCU movies (cuz I love Marvel).

And as for Inuyasha and Kagome I was kinda going for Kagome as a mash between black widow and Hawkeye, cuz let’s be honest who doesn’t love badass Kagome. In this story Inuyashas tessaiga is a short tanto instead of the katana shown in the series as it doesn’t make sense for a spy to be carrying around a long ass sword while trying to stay hidden.

Alright enough with my blabbering. On with the story!

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Loud footsteps echoed throughout the room as three men made their way down the stone corridor past several cells filled with terrified shivering young girls. Sitting in one of those dark and damp cells a raven haired woman looked up as the men stopped in front of the cell she was held in.

"Well, it seems that Nuada wasn't lying when he said he had caught quite the prize for me." The black man in the middle,Nicolau, said as he stepped forward, signalling the other two to unlock the cell. The loud screeching of the key turning in the lock the only sound for a moment before the rusty metal door swung open. The girl pulled at her hands again, which were bound behind her back, holding in a wince of pain as the rope rubbed against the already sore skin of her slim wrists. One of the guards moved towards her, grabbed her upper left arm and pulled her on to unsteady feet.

"Who are you? Where am I? And what do you want with me?" The girl questioned as she regained her balance, struggling against the hold of her captors. She looked terrified, her blue eyes wide, her jaw clenched as she slowly backed away as much as she could without the men noticing.

Nicolau, smiled as he noticed her behaviour. The fear in her eyes exciting him even more, like gasoline poured on already burning embers. It was important that all the women he took in were beautiful, that was the only way he could make good money after all, but a belle such as the one standing before him were so rare that he decided to keep them for himself. After all what was the point of leading a business of this sorts if he couldn't use it to satisfy his own needs.

Looking the girl up and down one more time Nicolau nodded towards the guards before he turned on his heel and moved down the hallway once more as the guards dragged the struggling captive with them, following closely behind him.

They made their way up a several flights of stairs and down more hallways, the stone floors now tiled and lined with lush red carpets. The girl took in as much of her surroundings as she could before she was stopped abruptly. She looked up to see a set of mahogany double doors with guards standing on each side who then moved to push open the doors.

She watched as Nicolau walked into the dark room before disappearing entirely in the shadows. She felt a sharp tug on her arm before she abruptly slammed into the carpeted floor inside the room. The heavy doors slammed shut just as a single light turned on and illuminated the center of the chamber. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden onslaught of brightness, the girl noticed that there were no windows and no furniture besides a large wooden bed in the center of the room which Nicolau was now seated on the edge of.

Shakily pushing herself up onto her feet with as much composure she could muster in her situation she glared at the man. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked.

"Now now, why don't we relax first. Take a seat why don't you?" He grinned. "I promise it will be a lot more fun once you are calm.”

"The other girls were injected with something before being locked in the cells but I wasn't. Why?'

"Very attentive. You see I plan on enjoying you all for myself and it just isn't fun when they are all drugged up. I like my women to be more.... attentive" He claimed, the grin on his face never fading.

A shiver ran down her spine. Men like these lived off the terror of their victims, relished in it as a matter of fact, she had learned in the self defense classes her father made her take when she was a teenager. God what she wouldn't do to go back to those days, being young and carefree. Before everything went to hell.

Snapping back to reality she tried not to step back. The man smile grew impossibly more wider as he stood up and strutted towards his next victim, still blissfully unaware of what was to come.

Standing directly in front of her he roughly grabbed her chin and tilted her head up. "Any other questions before we begin?"

"No questions, although I do have something to say."

The man raised his eyebrow.

All of a sudden it seemed as though a different person was standing in front of him. Her spine straightened, all traces of fear vanished from her.

"You should have run when you had the chance." She said with a grin.

Brows furrowed in confusion Nicolau looked down to see the tip of a blade protruding from his chest. Black eyes turned red, his lightly bearded face stretching and darkening, transforming his entire body to that of a monster. As suddenly as the change happened he vanished, turning into a pile of ash at her feet.

"Whats the status Hunter?" She asked the hooded figure clad in black as he approached from the shadows. He picked up his blade from where it clattered to the ground using it to free her bound hands and handed her a quiver of arrows, a large metal bow and a couple of throwing daggers and watched as she strapped them into several hidden holsters under her jacket before replying.

"Party should be starting in t minus 30 seconds." The hood fell back as he spoke revealing a half demon with amber eyes, short and choppy silver hair and white furry dog ears.

Hunter stepped forward holding up his Tanto, Tessaiga, as he got into position. "Try to keep up Deadeye." He grinned.

The double door crashed open as a crowd of demons swarmed through and the two became a blur as they moved, cutting down monster after monster in quick smooth motions.

The girl, Deadeye, paused for a second to pull a few strands of dark hair that fell forward behind her ear revealing a black earpiece and tapped it twice.

"Alright," A female voice came from the earpiece she wore as well a matching one Hunter wore. "there are two exits both on the ground floor each on opposite sides of the building. You're gonna have to split up to make it easier to get out.”

"On it." Hunter replied, taking down the last demon with perfectly aimed throwing knife. They exited the room and seperated down each hallway.

Deadeye ran, not stopping even as she came across a group of five large demons blocking her path. Pulling out her bow she let arrow after arrow fly, decapacitating all five in a matter of seconds and continued on.

Mere minutes and several dead demons later she burst through the exit doors and rushed forward to the black jeep waiting outside. Hunter was already there getting into the driver seat and buckling up.

"Took you long enough." He said as she got into the passenger side and slammed the door shut. "Pretty sure I took down more than you."

"Good job puppy. I'll buy you some treats when we get home." She smiled sweetly at him as his ever present smirk turned into a frown.

"Kagome.."

"Inuyasha." She held back her mirth. "Just step on it before backup arrives."

#inukag #inuyasha #kagome #my shit #otp: i need you with me #inukag fanfiction

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just-kessho · 5 years ago

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Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week

[Day 2] Dress Up

AU: None/Yokai(?)

Warnings: Suicide – this is Dazai, after all. Descriptions of blood and (slight) gore.

[Day 1] [Here] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7]

[Surname] [Name] has seen many, many, many things because of her Gift, [The Eden Cycle], that may as well have granted her immortality. From joining the battles in the Edo Era that left a (though perhaps imaginary) metallic, coppery taste in her mouth whenever her memories rounded to the deceased, to the putrid smell of rotting bodies mixed with a strong stench of blood that insects would love to craw all over – and don’t get her started on the Dragon’s Head incident…

Oh man, even six years on, her hand would itch for the handle of her blade whenever she thought of that particular massacre.

But really, nothing could have prepared her for this image that she saw with her two eyeballs.

Dazai Osamu was infamous for many things, and failed suicide being one of them, yet he was trying to hang himself using that fur around his neck… which was just simply too short, thus resulting in the brunette really just trying to chock himself with it…

Key word there: trying to choke himself.

Because honestly, that piece of fashion accessory was still too short to be completely wrapped around his neck ending with a knot.

So [Name], being the loving girlfriend that she is, bee-lined straight to him and nearly used her tanto[1] (or well, one of the many that she has on her) that she usually hides all over her clothing to literally cut the thing to shreds.

But when suddenly remembering that the attire Dazai had on was on loan to them, and it was so delicately detailed anyway, she just had enough willpower to hold back.

Although with the male’s face turning a light blue, [Name] did have second thoughts.

Still, ultimately, she decided against using any sharp objects that could not only cut through the fur, but could also accidentally leave a worrisome red line along Dazai’s neck.

(Unlike her, it was rather easy, almost too easy to end his life, despite his many failed attempts. A red cut – deep enough – in his neck would mean a one-way trip to Heaven… a clean stab through his heart would also mean death… and heck, even falling down past a certain height equals an eternal sleep.)

“… You know,” [Name] did not want to think about how the living, breathing person in front of her could die anytime soon anymore, thus she settled on scolding him with an expression that she hoped conveyed her annoyance. “When Kunikida-kun said that a generous shop is going to loan us kimono, I don’t think he meant you could do anything you want with it.”

‘Rather annoyed’ were probably the two words to describe [Name]’s emotion presently, Dazai thought, yet he could decipher the faint twinkle in her eyes and the mouth that trembles for a fraction of a second clearly – after all, perception was one of his forte.

Was she truly worried for him, about him for a moment? How truly precious. He would have hugged her, tightly at that, yet eyeing the traditional kimono (or rather, furisode[2]) that she had on, the brunette held back – just barely. Like the expensive attire he had on, [Name]’s was perhaps even more intricate, and so more expensive. He wagered one of those styles she has on, it was probably worth at least two weeks of pay check for him, perhaps even more.

It was nice, refreshing even, to see her in colours others than the normal black and white, and while her furisode does still have those colours, hey, with the accompaniment of vibrant, pastel coloured flowers and purple, it brought out her beauty even more.

Heh, no wonder many borrow kimono for formal events like these instead of buying them outright.

Still, the same could be said for him – especially that high quality fur he has.

“But [Name]-chan~!” drawing out the female’s name that made her eyebrow twitch, Dazai continued as if that failed suicide did not happen, at all, “that fur looked so comfy, and it really is, so I thought my end could be comfortable as well as clean.”

“Yeah right, I had to waste my time trying to help you. That suicide was by far clean…”

A chuckle met her ears, and her eyes widened at the light laughter that was emitted from her boyfriend’s mouth. That traditional kimono with haori[3] really suited him. If you told her several years ago that Dazai can genuinely laugh with a light pink dusted across his cheeks, then she would have scoffed and walked away muttering “what a joke.” and “wasting my time…” all the while under her breath.

… Still, Dazai looked so happy, so carefree (well, carefree as he was without running calculations and at least twenty back-up plans for the agency) and so… weirdly normal in that expensive kimono of his, so she too, joined his laughter.

Though that did not excuse him for his failed suicide earlier, thus [Name] was going to add an insulting nickname to show her annoyance (not that it always did much, as Dazai would just smile slyly and continue, completely disregarding the nickname), but at the look of utter comfort that was on his face as he rubbed his cheek against the fluffy material, she settled with:

“What are you, a kitsune?”

“But it really is soft and fluffy… of course, no where near that silk known as your hair but come feel it, [Name]!”

And so she did.

Not because she herself wanted to, oh no, even if that fur looked really soft… but because of the way Dazai’s face lit up whenever he felt the item, and she knew if she doesn’t, he really would have annoyed her to no end.

Oh, who was she kidding? It was because of the famous ‘puppy-dog-eyes’ that was aimed straight at her, though strangely enough, today seemed less ‘puppy-dog’ and more… ‘kitsune-foxy’…

Still, it did the job of melting her resolve-

And was he fucking purring?!

No way, the infamous Dazai Osamu, defeated by a mere accessory that people would bat an eye against, purring in delight at its power-

Oh my, that stupid thing really is fluffy…

So, when Nakajima Atsushi, also in a expensive kimono that was way over his finances that the poor boy had to watch where he put every step, wandered in the room, sliding the shoji[4] door, wanting to ask them if they were ready, he was met with a peculiar sight that had him rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. The image of the two most dangerous people that he known of, snuggling into an accessory all the while seeming as if they were in pure bliss, was something that he would not forget in a hurry.

“Uh… [Surname]-san, Dazai-san… are you two ready?”

“Just give us a minute Atsushi-kun.” Dazai had answered, though all of them knew that it was a straight up lie, as they would need at least ten minutes. “[Name] here is looking more and more like one of those cat yokai you often find in old tales.”

“… Bakeneko[5]?”

“No, I’m more of a Nekotama[6] with my age…”

“… [Surname]-san, please stop speaking as if you are an old la-”

He suddenly stopped, for Atsushi realised the irony in the statement… though the actual age of [Name] isn’t known – not even to the female herself, but Vesalius (who was also invited, so Atsushi prayed that he would not strangle Dazai…) had deducted that she would be at least be two-hundred years, as [Name] often had nightmares – or well, past memories in her case – about days of samurai and warfare.

“All right, all right, Atsushi-kun, we’re going…” putting the fur around Dazai’s neck was hard, as [Name] had the sudden urge to just snatch it back and feel the softness eternally, but in the end, with Atsushi exerting a sigh, she, along with Dazai by her side, left the room.

Silently, without witness, the two shadows that were cast by both [Name] and Dazai held hands. Yet what was strange were the nine, fluffy objects (that somehow slightly resembled that weird fur-scarf that came with Dazai’s kimono) that were intruding from the shadow. These nine tails were the classic sign of a kitsune, and even the shadow of the furisode female have a tail, though this one was straight – exactly like a cat’s, yet with the end split equally in two halves.

Just before the light disappeared, thus taking the shadows with it, one of the nine tails found its way towards the tail of the nekotama, and the two enclosed around one another, much like how two couple would hole each other, never wanting to let go.

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Notes:

[1] Tanto: it’s basically a short Japanese sword that was used by the samurai. While I’m not 100% sure, I think Kyouka’s short sword qualifies as one.

[2] Furisode: traditional kimono worn by unmarried woman/girls

[3] Haori: a traditional jacket-like kimono

[4] Shoji: those traditional paper sliding doors you often find in Japan

[5] Bakeneko: a yokai cat that can shapeshift

[6] Nekotama: a breed of bakeneko, born the same way as it, though only the oldest, largest (thus with more power and intelligence) cat could become nekotama. Nekotama have two tails

Done! Now, excuse me while I go reblog 2000+ photos of my husbando on my main trash blog. It’s not even 19 June here.

@dazaixhappinessweek2k19

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #ambrosia (story)#dazai osamu (bsd)#dazai x reader #dazaixhappinessweek2k19 #reader insert #imported work #yokai au #probably #Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week

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kegareki · 5 years ago

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e2!

the episode opens to tanjiro asking for a basket and some bamboo and straw and the worker is like “sure? the basket’s full of holes though” and tanjiro is like “that’s fine, i’ll pay you” and they’re like IT’S FULL OF HOLES YOU DON’T NEED TO PAY FOR IT and tanjiro is like “i’ll pay you though!” and the worker is like “it’s alright! the bamboo and straw are free too!” and tanjiro is like NO!!!! I’LL PAY!!!! and he slaps money into the worker’s hand and yells “PLEASE ACCEPT THIS ALTHOUGH IT’S ONLY SMALL CHANGE!!”

tanjiro is the sweetest boy alive

he left nezuko in a cave and crouches in front of it and calls out to her. the cave is empty. he begins to worry. “ah?! she’s gone!” and then ... nezuko’s head pops out of the ground. she dug herself a hole in the cave. sweet girl

in the opening: are tanjiro and nezuko holding hands while boar head chases blondie with identical looks of (´・_・`)??? so cute

oh! another hand-hold in the opening! i love family!!!! i love when families are allowed to be affectionate with each other in media!

“... nezuko?” she dug a hole? my kid sister’s turned into a mole...

I LAUGHED JKGJKLSDJKL TANJIRO

“can you fit in the basket?” she crawls into it headfirst and just fwumps onto the ground. 2/3 of her body sticking out of the basket. i love her

at tanjiro’s suggestion she makes herself mini and fits in the basket and he rubs her head and praises her

imagine turning child-sized to fit into a basket and your brother pats you on the head and goes “good girl! good girl!” this is the future that dogs want

HAND-HOLDING

is this their thing? do they just hold hands? am i going to get to see the two sweetest characters hold hands every time they’re together???

... so, like, the family that was murdered before tanjiro and nezuko could get there... they were depicted as attractive young men with dark hair and clean jaws and i mourn what we have so narrowly missed

oh no nezuko is salivating

she’s standing in the doorway, frozen, saliva dripping from her jaw, hands clenched and shaking at her sides, hunger awakened at the sight and stench of blood but trying so hard to resist it--

and it’s tanjiro’s cry of pain that snaps her out of it

and she IMMEDIATELY zooms the fuck over and KICKS THE DEMON’S HEAD CLEAN OFF?1?!! NEZUKO YOU SHOULD PLAY SOCCER I’M--

sh-she killed him...! ah, but, he’s a demon, so...

the body part of the demon reaches for tanjiro with trembling fingers and she kicks the body away too

we stan a protective sister

me, eating at the same time i watch this: (bites into my pepperoni roll) (sees the head scurrying over to tanjiro now with two muscled arms sprouting--not from the neck hole--but the sides of the neck)

me, with my mouth full: HA? WHAT?

okay 1) tanjiro’s thought processes are SO fucking funny. he’s like AH? WHAT’S WITH SPROUTING ARMS FROM YOUR NECK?! AUGH I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS, I NEED TO HELP NEZUKO! and he headbutts the head and flings him and his axe into a tree and then runs off into the forest to find nezuko

nezuko is getting beat up by the headless body so tanjiro tackles him like D:< GET AWAY FROM HER oh no i’m falling off a cliff oh no--

nezuko: (grabs the back of his shirt)

thank you nezuko for his life

2) tanjiro’s thought processes are still funny but also so so sweet. there’s still the head of the demon to take care of, and he’s got a tanto in his hand but he’s hesitating. he’s telling himself that he has to do this, but he’s shaking

tengu mask man shows up and tells him that the tanto isn’t going to work, so tanjiro finds a large rock

but he’s thinking “... but, to completely smash his head, i’ll have to hit him many times, won’t i? he’ll suffer a lot. is there a way to do this in one blow...?”

like... this demon HAS killed people, and tried to kill him, and he needs to kill the demon, but he doesn’t want to make the demon suffer

have you EVER seen a sweeter boy in your LIFE?

like. i mean. technically this is a low bar to set--wanting to kill your enemies cleanly without inflicting more suffering than necessary--but like... i don’t remember the last time that i saw a protagonist with that concern? usually the protagonist ... gores the enemy unrestrainedly and comes back to themselves after, chest heaving with gasping breaths as they stare in horror at what they’ve done. maybe i’m just consuming the wrong media but what tanjiro does strikes me as uncommon

tengu mask man thinks to himself that tanjiro isn’t going to cut it because he’s too kind and i’m like “FUCK, if tanjiro’s crime is being too kind, i hope he remains a criminal for the rest of his life”

tengu mask man: “tanjiro. what will you do when your sister devours a human?”

me, out loud, offendedly: “she WON’T, though?”

tanjiro, running after tengu mask man whose name i’ve already forgotten: he’s so fast! just how old is he, anyway?!

i love tanjiro

tanjiro thinking about how nezuko’s always been patient and how she’s been setting aside her own needs/desires in order to take care of their siblings, like refusing to get a new kimono because they can use that money to buy more food instead, and tanjiro thinking to himself “i swear i’ll buy you a beautiful kimono. everything i couldn’t do for the others, i’ll do it all for you.”

i Love these siblings So Much?????

traps set by human hands have a different scent after all! but that doesn’t mean that i’m suddenly athletic enough to dodge all of them...!

i LOVE TANJIRO????

Okay yes this is good. this is a good anime.

#keg watches #spoilers for the episode under the cut #mentions of violence #mentions of death #body horror -/?#ok i m gonna watch w/o liveblogging now because otherwise it takes forever to watch episodes #but I LIKE THIS SO FAR

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rainforestgeek · 6 years ago

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Where I Follow, You’ll Go

Requested by @remains-of-stardust - Pidge and Lance flying from New York to LA

Dialogue-only short Plance fic - Enjoy!

ao3 link here

“Okay Pidge, repeat after me: we do not joke about lethal weapons in airports.”

“Lance, it was one time.”

“Yeah, and we missed our flight! It’s bad enough being Cuban in an American airport, I don’t need your crazy making me look suspicious.”

“…Why are you taking off your shoes, young lady?”

“Because you’re supposed to.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Sir, I’ve flown several dozen times in the last twenty years. I know how to go through airport security, so mind your own quiznaking business.”

“Pidge don’t pick a fight with the rude stranger.”

“I can’t believe they dumped out all my water!”

“I can’t believe you put a liter of water in your carry-on.”

“It was water Pidge! All they had to do was smell it to know that. I’m thirsty!”

“That’s what she said.”

“…”

“Did you just kiss me because I made an immature, severely outdated joke?”

“I’ve never been more in love with you in my life.”

“Go refill your water bottle, you big dork, and get us some snacks. I’ll meet you at the gate.”

“How. Did you get lost. In an airport?”

“They’re big places, Kit Kat.”

“There are signs everywhere. This isn’t a department store, airports are built to be easily navigable.”

“In case you forgot, I’m a bit of a dumbass.”

“You’re not a dumbass, Lance.”

“You’re the one who calls me that.”

“But when I say it I don’t mean it.”

“You’re not my therapist.”

“So I can’t do anything about my boyfriend’s self-esteem? But if you forgot to buy peanut brittle, I’m dumping you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not THAT stupid.”

“Pidge, what’s wrong?”

“NOTHING.”

“Come on, sit down, take the window seat. How many people brushed up against you getting on the plane?”

“Three? Twelve? Five thousand? Lance, I feel like cockroaches are crawling all over my skin!”

“Do you need a tight hug or some air?”

“…air.”

“Okay. Here, I have an extra fidget cube in my pocket. I’m gonna get your headphones.”

“Why’s that woman rocking back and forth?”

“Don’t ask that Jimmy, it’s rude.”

“Nah, it’s cool. Hey kid. My girlfriend’s rocking because she feels overwhelmed, and the motion calms her down.”

“If I do that next time I’m upset, will it calm me down too?”

“Maybe. You can certainly try it.”

“…”

“I think that mother was judging you, babe.”

“The kid had a question! Nothing to be ashamed of here. If she had her way he wouldn’t understand.”

“Fixing neurotypical ignorance one child at a time?”

“I wish somebody explained different people to me as a kid.”

“I love you.”

“I know. Here, listen to your stimmy music.”

“Ugh, how long have we been up here?”

“Half an hour.”

“That’s it? It feels like three! I’ve already made like a thousand paper cranes.”

“And a few dozen origami dogs. I’m using one as a bookmark.”

“I won’t survive this.”

“Get up. Walk up and down the plane. Take your fidget cube.”

“I’m freeeeeeeeeee!”

“SO. LOUD.”

“I love the Burbank airport!”

“I’LL SEE YOU INSIDE.”

“In most airports, you disembark inside. Where the engines can’t blast out your eardrums.”

“It may not have been fresh, but I breathed free air. I ran with the wind.”

“You sprinted to the door with your arms spread out like a bird. Half a dozen children copied you.”

“Yeah, I see their parents sending me dirty looks. Your ears okay, Peach?”

“I’m fine. I could use that tight hug, now.”

“My pleasure, milady.”

“Katie! It’s so good to see you! Come in, come in, I made your favorite for dinner!”

“Nice to see you, too, mamá.”

“Callate, Lance, nunca veo tu novia.”

“Stop taking pictures, Peach.”

“But you look adorable with all those kids hanging off you.”

“No es mi culpa que tengo tantos sobrinos.”

“No, it’s because you have a lot of siblings and you’re a child magnet.”

“La cena fue delicioso, Aurelia.”

“Gracias mija.”

“Mamá, puedes quedárte por favor?”

“What’s going on Lance? Lance? What are you doing?”

“Katie Holt,”

“Oh God, you’re calling me ‘Katie’ – ”

“Kathryn Maressa Holt. Dios mío, I don’t even know where to start.”

“From the beginning?”

“Okay. In the beginning, when we met, I thought you were one of the weirdest people I’ve ever met. And in the years since then, you’ve shown me over and over how wonderful, and beautiful weird is.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I would never have made it through high school without you. You opened my eyes to a whole world I never knew existed, even though I was a part of it. You made me understand myself, and you, and most people better in general. We had so many fun adventures and you always kicked me in the butt when I needed it. You became my best friend.

“And I followed you all the way to New York, to college. Don’t laugh at me, I know I’m pathetic. Some part of me knew I could never live without you. And one night, in a 24-hour diner in the middle of finals week, with our books spread out between us, I couldn’t focus. Because all I could do was listen to you talk about The Illustrated Man for three hours straight. And we all know how hard it is to keep my attention for even five minutes.

“You captivate me. You’re brilliant and passionate and I’ll love you forever. Will you marry me, Kit Kat?”

“Of course I will, dumbass!”

“Marco, our baby bro is getting married!”

“Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I can’t believe you called me dumbass after that beautiful speech I gave you.”

“Te amo, también.”

“Stop filming, Veronica, they’re still kissing!”

“Don’t be such a prude, Marco.”

#adhd lance #autistic pidge #plance #pidgance #plance proposal #flirtyrobot #fuckplant #f*uckplant #voltron fic #plance fic #katie holt #lance mcclain #pidge #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #plance garden

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