#char: Pandora

[windfalljng]

voidpet silly images post no. 1

[saccharine-curious-4]

happy valentines gay heres some shitty valentine cards that you should definitely (not) send to ur loved ones

also heres two more with the lther website npcs

[kakushusband]

5 and 23 for the fandom ask?

Answering for lilo and stitch bc over the years i havent made enough content or spent much time with to warrant answering these but ive been in this pit since 2015 and i am not leaving [thumbsup]

5. Out of all your fanworks that include [character] (Pleakley, lol), which is your favourite?

this

technically speaking its just a tiny thing i made for Anora's ref sheet but im sentimental abt these 2 bc of how long it took for me to Indulge. nowadays im more likely to jump headfirst into a crush and draw myself with them but this one spent soooo long in the oven lol

23. Has your favourite character/ship changed over time?

No 👍in fact u could say they've Heavily influenced my taste in characters over the last decade. like a lot. i love weird queer bitches

[barebones-hq]

Aparentemente, anos após a primeira queda de Lord Voldemort, o Profeta Diário ainda escreve matérias sobre Pandora Adorellan. Pertencente à Ordem da Fênix, a bruxa era sangue-puro e, quando em Hogwarts, pertenceu à casa de Rowena Ravenclaw.  Alguns criticavam sua cabeça nas nuvens, outros ressaltavam sua forma leve de levar a vida.

Dessa história, você só conheceu boatos — até agora.

O que sabemos sobre: Pandora Lovegood, bruxa descrita como extraordinária, foi casada com Xenofílio Lovegood - editor d'O Pasquim - e com ele teve uma filha, Luna Lovegood. Ela amava testar novos feitiços e acabou morrendo em 1990 por seu próprio experimento, quando Luna tinha nove anos. A curiosidade de Pandora é sua força motriz. É inteligente porque observa, e tanto observa porque seus dois cristalinos são como lentes de um microscópio. As perguntas da infância -- Por que o céu é azul? Que som faz um tronquilho? Por quê o fogo de flu não queima? -- nunca realmente cessaram, e só ficavam mais complexas a medida que recebia respostas insatisfatórias. Parecia querer dissecar a origem de todo o universo; quebra-lo em pecinhas pequenas e, uma vez descobrindo para que cada uma servia, remontá-lo em algo ainda mais fascinante. Pandora era uma exploradora, uma cientista, uma arquiteta, uma inventora. E também era uma esquisita. Ao menos para os padrões bruxos da época. Foi apenas natural que se interessasse pelo movimento hippie que surgia no auge de sua adolescência, questionando costumes e regras que não passavam de preconceitos e construtos sociais. Todo o conceito de paz, harmonia e liberdade eram inspiradores, ainda mais com o clima de insegurança da guerra que se aproximava.

Curiosidades: Pandora foi praticamente criada por seus avós, pois os pais eram inomináveis no ministério da Inglaterra e mal tinham tempo para ela. Isso a concedeu muita liberdade enquanto infante, explorando a extensa área verde que havia no quintal da casa e anotando curiosidades num caderninho -- na esperança constante de mostrar suas descobertas para os pais. As invenções começaram pelo incentivo de um erro bobo: enquanto auxiliava a avó numa poção, dias antes de seu ingresso a Hogwarts, adicionou por descuido quantidades trocadas de helária e menta no elixir para induzir euforia, o que resultou num efeito diferente do pretendido -- seu avô, o usuário final, ficou completamente grogue, cantarolando a música tema do chudley cannons várias vezes seguidas e contando fatos bobos da infância com a voz ébria. Intrigada pelo resultado divertido, percebeu que poderia criar poções de maneira empírica, por tentativa e erro, e registrar os resultados. Mais tarde, isso também se estendeu para os feitiços. Sua cor favorita é furta-cor, e junto às roupas leves e aos sapatos rabiscadinhos com caneta colorida por seus amigos mais chegados, sempre usa algum acessório de Opala branca nos looks, pois acredita que possuem propriedades de canalização. Quem vê Pandora de longe, jamais desconfiaria que é podre de rica. Banda favorita: Earth, Wind & Fire

Bicho-papão: de primeira, veria os avós mortos. Outra variação do bicho papão seria os pais de costas para ela, e não importasse quantas vezes ela chamasse, tocasse ou os puxasse, eles a ignorariam por completo.

Espelho de ojesed: Pandora veria a si mesma com um brilho furta cor pairando sobre as mãos, maleável, o qual ela moldaria de formas inimagináveis. É a essência da magia, desvendada por e para ela.

Clubes e atividades extracurriculares: Clube de Feitiços, Clube do Slugue, Clube de poções, Runas Antigas, Airtmância, Estudo dos trouxas e estudos antigos.

[edenpoise]

What new addition would make your Tumblr experience so much better?

⁽ @hellsbroadcaster ⁾ ― ： meme. from here .

honestly? nothing all too much would go about making the experience better. considering the fact that actually I have been roleplay for a good portion of, what? 5+ years? I took a very long break at random times and even more randomly would pop back up to prove I'm alive. and every time I came back something was different about how Tumblr ran things, how other stuff happened- graphics, all that fun jazz. usually if something happened that I didn't care for, Xkit was usually there to help fix the mess in some regard. I think just bringing back regular trimming of posts would make things a lot easier, or the formatting of posts from before. It's pretty annoying having to either send a reply, or post it in drafts to try and trim it so it doesn't look like a complete mess on my end!

but in the end thats just formatting and making things look pretty. all in all when it comes to having better experiences on tumblr is meeting and interacting with nice people! I have met a lot of friends on tumblr and still keep in contact a handful even after the years passed. I think the people are the best part of tumblr, it always makes me super happy whenever I return from a hiatus and people I've roleplayed with immediately remember me and are happy.

[psychicwavementality]

Its EVEN MORE OVER because right after my suo/endopost im going to need to write another entire post about my theory on the major people we've met so far coinciding with the major religions/major chinese beliefs

Like here's my starter thought which i'll elaborate later once ive laid out everything, but whilst writing about Suo i realized a lot of his actions could possibly coincide with the beliefs of confucianism, mainly from 五倫 (five confucian relationships) and 四端 (four principles) <- this will be elaborated in my suo/endopost

Further down that thought combined with Ume and Chika relating to JP buddhism which @thebrookesnook pointed out here, as well as the biblical/christian symbolisms that Endo has which i will also write into my suo/endopost, i had a moment of Yaphinany and realized if i'm going to connect our mc to a belief/religion, Sakura's hair is black/white—which means he could carry taoist sybolisms—which when i started looking into it realized i actually had Grounds (shaky but still)

And honestly the bigger the hole i dig the more i want to hit myself because theres no way this is all planned by nii satoru i have to be yapping my way into the next dimension, right??

like the next thing you know i can predict the upcoming flow of wbk stories because i studied chinese history and my dad is super proficient in it and we can put our braincells together to write the final Nii Satoru Analysis Post to prove he is literally insane once and for all

TODAY I WAS INFORMED FROM A THEORY DOC THAT SUOS FLOWER IS A CHINESE REDBUD AND THAT MEANS IN HIS CHINESE TRADITIONAL MARRIAGE ROOM ART WITH SAKURA THAT MAY ALSO BE A CHINESE REDBUD INSTEAD OF A PLUM BLOSSOM AND IM GONNA TELL YOU THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING UWHAHAHDJWKSJ HES EVEN MORE CHINESE NOW BRB CHAT!! I NEED TO- IM GOING TO DO MY THIRD SUO CHINKPOST

[inkedinfusions]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 | eren jaeger chapter 10

⊱𖣂⊰ | In which you fall into a fictional world with the key to Pandora's box.

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chapter word count: 3.1 k

content warnings: graphic panic attack, very light mentions of body horror, hurt/comfort, blanket warnings

a/n: Double digits!!! Shout out to my beta for picking out the name of the chapter. Hope you like this one! I had a blast writing out the descriptions even though the dialogue was sometimes a pain in the ass lol. Oh well.

Thanks for reading!

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 cut the glitter dome that is up above, flowing in tandem with heavenly winds. Small wisps of their bodies drift away from the main path, scattering amongst the stars, becoming the translucent curtains that divide the heavens. 

You float amongst the vastness, mindlessly being carried away by their hold. They whisper around you, unfolding their voices like petals of moon flowering blooms. They are liquid electricity, powering their own existence, as well as holding up your own. What feels like a second, or perhaps a millennium passes, and suddenly the stars and currents are once again high above, leaving you on the surface. 

The air feels silky, as does the ground. You walk – but do you? You walk, walk, walk, and yet arrive nowhere. Everywhere looks the same; still, you're confident you haven't moved. Goosebumps riddle your soul, and you feel compelled to fall over, as threads of your consciousness are rhythmically pulled away from your sentience. 

And it's hot. Is it hot? You were sure you couldn't perceive your own body, let alone the temperature. But it is very much. Hot, that is. Blazing, melting your skin, charring your hair, burning your heart. It spreads, catching ablaze just like dry, cut grass. 

Your heart goes fast, fast, faster. It beats against your chest, that is to say it rumbles far past your ribs, hammering and hammering and hammering until you’re sure it is about to spill out your thorax. The starry dome begins to blur as you are forcibly ripped from your dream world, and your eyes snap open.

You gasp as you sit up, hands clutching the blanket you were sure was choking you. Beads of sweat slowly trickling down your forehead, down your back. There isn't enough air and your chest feels constricted and you're burning and there isn't enough air. 

You have to get out. Out your sheets, out the tent, maybe out the camp. There isn't air inside, but surely there is air outside, right? It doesn't matter what misconceptions the others could jump to, seeing you outside alone at night, right now you're choking on nothing and you have to get out, out, out. 

You trip over your discarded blanket as you clumsily stand up, absentmindedly grabbing a jacket before booking it out the tent. If you stayed, however, you would notice how Mikasa stirs awake, confused by the ruckus you're causing. 

But by the time she wakes up enough to question you, you are already halfway towards a small clearing on the edge of it all. The canteen, the tents, the lights, the crates, they all close in on you, robbing you of your breath. They loom over your path, no less giant than the hills that surround you. 

Still, you push on, no less agitated than when you first woke up, walking and walking and pushing towards the other side of a knoll, hidden away from prying eyes. Not once does it occur to you how miraculous it is that you encountered no Scout on your way here. 

You let yourself fall, your back sliding against the coarse rock as you curl in onto yourself. The cold air had done something to halt your racing thoughts of burning and choking and rumbling and terror, but you were still deep within the clutches of your own panicked mind.

Thoughts slip through your hands like slippery ice, only leaving behind the remnants of your musings, and they unwittingly become the reflection of your insecurities. All that you’ve tried to contain since you first realized the magnitude of the forces at play comes crashing down. The other shoe has dropped, and it's in the tremors it causes in the ground that you find yourself tripping over. 

You're in Paradis, and away from Yelena’s prying eyes, and on your way to making allies, so why are you so afraid? What are you so afraid of? You want to scream, to tear your hair off, to claw your arms red. You have to get out, out, out, but there is nothing to get out of but your own skin. 

You shudder, threading your hands through your hair, lowering your gaze towards your boot covered feet. When did you put them on? You don't remember and that kicks off another wave of dread. 

You can't remember putting on your boots, you can't feel your face, you can't remember your last name. Your clothes are itchy and coarse, like sand on an abandoned beach, visited only by the remnants of forgotten spirits. Clothes, face, name. Clothes, face, name. Clothes, face–

“Y/n?”

Eren. Eren is here. He's calling your name, you notice. You want to answer something, anything to reassure him that you're fine, that it is just a fluke, and to please not tell Levi of your nocturne escapade. But all that comes out of your mouth is a choked sob, which is quickly covered by your hands. 

A hand that is not your own makes its way into your field of vision. It stays there, palm up and unmoving, before you let out a shuddering breath and make a move to grab it, reaching for it with both your searing hands. You expect him to flinch away from the scorching heat, but there is no discernible reaction that you can perceive. 

The first thing you notice in Eren’s hand is its coolness, clashing against the raging fire that burns under your nails. His other palm drops above your own, encasing both in a brisk hold. He holds still for a moment, and when you don't pull away he squeezes, giving you a point to center yourself around. 

His left thumb rubs comforting circles on the back of your hand, pressing callused fingerprints onto it. They are rough like fine sand, gently rubbing away the coarseness of your touch. You focus on that feeling, slowly concentrating on the way his hands differ from yours. 

Expectedly, his are rougher, with more calluses than yours. Yours, on the other hand, are almost silky smooth when compared to his, and you're so perplexed by this you don't notice how your breathing begins to calm down. 

He lets you turn his palms around, chuckling at your puzzled expression. You don’t find it funny, rather you find it intriguing. His life has been marked by hardship and physical labor from the beginning and yours hasn’t, so why wouldn't you find the blemishes of toil interesting, especially when compared to yours of everyday life? Still, you would’ve thought that his nature as a shifter meant that no blemishes would mark his skin. 

You both stay still for a while, only accompanied by the distant waves that crash against the escarpments that give way to the beach down below. The clamor against your ears calms down in favor of the echo of the sea, of the hands that hold your own. 

After a while, you speak. “How’d you know–”

“–Where to find you?” Eren interrupts. “I told you I would, didn’t I?”

You choose to appear disbelieving, because the only other option is to be flustered. You raise your eyebrow at him, and it is in your silence that he amends his statement. 

“Mikasa saw you sneak out. She woke me up when you didn’t return,” he says.

“I woke her up? Jeez, what a great second impression,” you say.

Eren shrugs. “I don't think she blames you. She was pretty worried for someone she only met today.”

You chuckle, wiping away the dampness in your cheeks you’ve just now noticed existed. “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I don’t mind that your friends don’t trust me. To be honest, I don't really get why you do.”

Eren is silent for three crashing waves, mulling over his words. For someone with a reputation of speaking impulsively, he seems to think a lot about what he should say. You won’t believe him if he says something along the lines of oh, no don't worry, everyone trusts you now, but if he tells you that yeah, no one really wants to rely on you, then it would be nothing but a dick move on his part. 

“I never fooled myself into thinking that everyone was going to trust you just because I told them my future memories made it easy for me to do so,” he says. “But I do think that eventually they will learn that you are someone who can be relied on.”

“...Thanks Eren,” you say, fighting against the tears that seem to form in your eyes without your permission. 

“Do you want to… talk about it?” he says, cringing at his hesitation. 

Your laughter is a little wet, and you pull one of your hands away from his to once again wipe the tears that fall over when your body shakes. 

“No, but thank you,” you say, giggling harder when his shoulders relax at the prospect of not listening to the cause of your panic. “Got a little too tense there, huh.”

Eren’s ears redden slightly, as do his cheeks, embarrassed. “I’m not good at this comforting stuff. Armin’s the one that usually does this.”   

“I figured,” you say, glancing at him with a small smile. 

Crickets sing with the sea’s waves, forming a chorus along with the gentle sway of grass around you. All of nature’s orchestra is lit by moonlight, and you can see the way it bounces off the distant water, swimming with the silver ripples that form on its surface. The sea comes and goes, and comes and goes, ruled by the magnetism of the lunar pull. 

You sigh, reclining so your back sits flush with the coarse rocks of the small alcove you’ve taken refuge in. Eren follows suit, and you both gaze at the landscape before you, intertwined hands resting between the two of you. 

“What's the plan then?” you ask, easing into the silence of your voices. 

“Plan?” Eren turns to look at you questioningly and you mirror his movements, falling deep into his aquamarine eyes. 

“Yeah,” you say. “Like, what are we going to do with the whole… future thing.”

“You sure you’re up for that?” he asks. 

“We won’t get another chance for a long time, I think,” you say, straightening your posture. “What do you know?”

Eren cracks a small grin, but you don't miss the way his eyes flash with anguish at your question. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“I could go first, if you’d like,” you say. 

Eren’s eyes move from you to the horizon, and he sighs. His fingers twitch in yours as he contemplates the memories he has received from his future self, more likely than not arranging them in a coherent way. You feel dread at the way his pupils waver, preparing yourself for the worst.

“Maybe you could start with what you’ve told others,” you say. “So I know where to thread.”

A beat passes. 

“There's… my dad,” he starts, “at the Reiss church, or rather below it. He kills everyone but the father.”

You nod slowly, remembering how freaked out he looked on the posterior days of entering the basement of his old house in Shiganshina. Back then everyone, including him, simply thought that Grisha lashed out at the family, eager to take control of the Founding Titan in Freida’s possession.

“And then there's you,” he continues.

Unlike the previous revelation, you have no point of reference for a memory in which you appear, given you were the audience rather than the ones being watched. It's weird, to hear your future experiences from his perspective. 

“You're mostly hunched over what I think are blueprints or maps. I can never hear what we talk about, but there is always a feeling of camaraderie. I don’t think I would’ve sent those memories if you were someone I couldn’t trust.”

That leaves you a bit speechless, but also a tad reassured. You still seem to fight for what you think is right in the future, if the planning Eren says you’re a part of is anything to go off of. Maybe all your plans pay off and you succeed. 

“And the Scouts know about this,” you say, looking for confirmation.

“And the main government branches,” he says sheepishly. “I had to tell them though, because I didn’t know if I would be there when you arrived, and they’re not exactly on the best terms with strangers now.” 

“That's reasonable,” you say. “Although it did throw me for a loop when you greeted me by my name back at the beach.” 

“Sorry about that.”

“No, it's fine,” you say absentmindedly. “Yelena called me Ymir the first time we met.”

Eren chuckles. “What? Do you have some sort of connection to her then?”

You scoff. Things would definitely be infinitely easier if you did. To your dismay though, you arguably were the least connected to her than anyone else on the island, barring the non-Eldian Volunteers. 

“Apart from knowing she exists? Not really,” you say. “Your own connection comes from the Founding and Attack titans, yeah?” You continue when Eren nods. “Like I told Sasha earlier, I’m not a shifter. I just… kinda read? Yeah, I read about this.”

“And Zeke?”

“Well…” you exhale. “He knows. Not everything, per se, but he knows I know potentially more than what I’ve told him. Which was basically his plan for the island.”

“You told him?” he says, disbelieving. “What for?”

“I needed to get to the island somehow,” you retort, oddly defensive against your own plans. Was it the best thing you ever came up with? Hell no, but there also wasn’t much you could do in your situation. “Which brings me to the next point. At some point in the future, you’re going to access the Paths with Zeke.”

His eyes snap to you, alert. “A titan of royal blood.”

“Yeah,” you confirm. “You knew, right?”

“I had a hunch.”

“I know,” you say. “Anyway, I have a favor to ask of you when that happens. I’m not… from here originally, and I think Ymir is my only shot at getting home.” 

Eren glances at you, eyebrows raised in inquiry. “Where are you from, then?”

“Nowhere you would know,” you say, cracking a small grin. “But it's not somewhere I can simply return to.”

“Does Zeke know about this?” he asks. 

“To an extent,” you say. “But I wouldn’t put it past him to list it lower than his own goals. And the titan of royal blood? Have you told anyone about that?”

“No one else knows,” he says. 

You nod. “Good. Don’t mention it until Hange does at the hearing.”

“You know about that too?” Eren says, surprised. “We are due tomorrow at the walls to discuss the whole Anti-Marleyan Volunteers thing with Historia and the other branches. I think you’ll be coming with us, since the Captain isn't very keen on leaving you here.”

That is awfully nice of him. Or absolutely terrible, it all depends from what point of view you were analyzing the situation. For you it is nice, because it means less time near Yelena and more with the main cast, who you need to get to trust you. On the other hand, it could also be a symbol of the general distrust towards you, and the need to keep you under their watch. 

“Okay,” you say. “I can work with that. Will I be called to speak or something?”

“No clue.”

You sigh, bringing your unoccupied hand up to massage the bridge of your nose. Honestly, you prefer your mind games and eccentric conversations with Zeke to this. At least he had some semblance of care towards you. The government wouldn’t extend the same grace, so you needed to get all your cards right, or risk saying something you shouldn't. 

“Okay,” you say, counting with your fingers. “So, your father and the Reiss family, myself, the royal blood and Founding Titan. Is that everything?" 

“All I���ve told them. But for what I haven’t…”

You wait for him to speak. Your clothes rustle when, after a minute, you turn to look forward, thinking that maybe your constant gaze is putting unnecessary pressure on him.

“There are… explosions,” he says after a while, wetting his lips to continue with his tale. “My dad at the Reiss church, but this time I'm also there. Someone lying dead on the floor. And… hundreds of thousands of titans marching away from the island.”

Your stomach drops. A hollowness makes its way to your guts, sharp and cold. All your blood rushes to your feet, except that it doesn’t because suddenly all your extremities are freezing. You both stay still– even statues would be more animated, more alive. 

His eyes follow yours when you look at him, and you can see the same dread that was lurking under his eyes come alight, certainly mirroring your own. You know and he knows, so you’re both plunged into a monstrous storm when faced with the possibility (inevitability) of the future. 

The confirmation of the unavoidable in your eyes just adds to the burdens already placed on his shoulders, and even if you’re here now to alleviate the weight. 

“We'll figure it out,” you murmur.

“You know as well as I do that we can’t change something that is meant to happen,” he says.

“It's not predetermined,” you argue. “There’s gotta be some other way, and we’ll find it. Together.” 

Eren stays silent at your reassurances. You falter, scrounging for any piece of information in his future memories that could lead to hope, but it is all eerily similar to that which he saw originally. 

The explosions could very well be the conflict that rose in light of the Jaegerists, and his vision of himself at the Reiss church at least confirms that he will make it to the paths, but the lack of mention of you or Ymir has you a little worried. Sasha originally dies while laying on the floor of an airship, and the Colossal Titans marching from the island can only mean one thing: The Rumbling. 

So yeah, all in all it's looking pretty bad for the both of you. 

“At least we have time, right?” Eren speaks, breaking his silence. “Time to figure out what to do.”

“We do,” you say. “Enough to find a way that doesn’t result in the scorning of the island, nor the island's revenge on the world.”

Enough to secure a way home, and on the way, ensuring that Eren’s doesn’t go up in flames. Yet there is not much to do at this very moment, so for the meantime you both return to tranquil stillness, and it is only dawn that reminds you to go back to your tent. 

a/n: Super quick fun fact, Y/n tracing the lines of Eren's hands is supposed to be a callback to  earlier chapters, where she starts fiddling with stuff when she gets nervous, more specifically in chapter 2, dissection – “There's a small crack in your mug that you trace over and over again, the repetition helping ground your attention instead of spiraling.”

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[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

The marauders have to be a study in fandom racism and misogyny because how do throwaway white boys like evan barty regulus etc have so many fics art and edits based off like 3 mentions when woc like Angelina Padma Parvati who actually appear and do things in all the books get paid dust. No one can make the excuse that male characters are just better written when male characters who weren’t even written at all fare better than girls who actually matter to the story.

no literally ?? i remember like a minute ago they tried replacing blaise zabini for some white boy like ewww get that shit AWAYY . angelina & patel twins are literally the most amazing chars i dont interact w the golden trio era much but i could recognize at age nine reading those books that they served extra cunt & i didn't even know angelina was black (i thought braids meant, like... a french braid.)

even in the marauders era they'll take some guy with 0 lines like regulus and be like 🥹my little meow meow💞 and then just like have noo pocs. like i know the rosier twins are sometimes fancasted as black and idk i'm alr w pandora being black but evan being the only black man &being arguably the most abusive ?? crazy. crazy work. especially because the only other man of colour is james, who's also the stereotypical dumb brown man, like gen when i read some inc quotes/ffs/go through my tt it feels like they're throwing tomatoes at him going "dance for us monkey!!" bc his entire thing is so ?? racist ?? idk if i'm reading too deep into this bc im brown rip but like everything he does comes off as very trope-y.

with the girls they're just. not allowed to make mistakes. it goes harder w mary and dorcas because they're woc and idk if this is intended, either, but they're always soo mary sue-ish and "perfect" & "casanovas" like mmmm. again, maybe i'm reading too deep into this but i'm still pissed.

[child-of-icarus]

Pandora: I sense that this very place we stand will be charred to ruin by the next passing moon

Lily: Are you sure?

Barty in the background, holding a lighter: Pretty sure

[nilnether]

Your home nothing but ruins...

These are the ruins of Mangkwan Hometree. The Ash Na'vi went through the same thing Omatikaya did but it wasn't the aliens who took their home from them. It was a natural disaster. They lost their connection to Eywa and they felt abandoned because it must've felt like the world has turned on them.

“[The Mangkwan] had a natural disaster befall them, and that sort of helped shaped their culture,” he says.  “So much of the world of Pandora is rich and vibrant and full of life — this is just the exact opposite.” It wasn’t always that way though – the centre of their village used to be a gigantic hometree, now standing just as charred remains. “They used to live not too dissimilarly to the Omatikaya from Avatar 1,” Cole teases.

And yet, they will ally with a ghost of the man who did this kind of thing on purpose.

[eywaseclipse]

Unfortunately I won’t be super active since I’m writing and drafting. Along with work obligations but here’s a fun new look at Fire and Ash!

In Avatar: Fire And Ash, we'll be introduced to the Ash Village, the home of the Mangkwan Clan. At the centre of their village used to stand a gigantic hometree, now reduced to charred remains.

"So much of the world of Pandora is rich and vibrant and full of life — this is just the exact opposite," says production designer Dylan Cole. "[The clan] had a natural disaster befall them, and that sort of helped shape their culture."

[saccharine-curious-4]

so i gathered everyone's messages for when you just leave

Pandora: no change in friendship

Promise: +1 friendship

Pecunia: +1 friendship

Volo: no change in friendship

all the freshmen: +1 friendship

[bradleysass]

Party - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 811 - 25 Days of Jegumas

Snow blanketed the grounds of the Potter estate, glistening under the soft light of enchanted fairy lanterns strung from every corner of the towering manor. Inside, however, chaos reigned.

“Regulus, darling, tell me again why we decided to host this party?” James Potter called from the kitchen, a chaotic war zone of half-empty punch bowls, flour-dusted countertops, and an overturned tray of eggnog cupcakes.

Regulus Black appeared in the doorway, his sharp features softened by the firelight flickering from the living room. He held a perfectly wrapped present, complete with an elaborate silver bow. “Because you insisted that hosting the most outrageous Christmas party would solidify your position as the king of the Gryffindor-Slytherin alliance.”

James grinned. “And you agreed because you secretly love my friends.”

“Don’t push it, Potter.” Regulus set the present under the enormous, glittering Christmas tree in the center of the room. “Besides, I wanted to prove that even a Black can handle holiday cheer.”

The doorbell rang—or, more accurately, the enchanted chime of We Wish You a Merry Christmas blasted throughout the house.

“They’re here!” James practically leapt over the couch, skidding on the polished wooden floor as he opened the door.

The first to arrive were Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the former carrying a box of firewhiskey and the latter balancing a tray of suspiciously charred cookies.

“Reg, you look like you’re hosting a funeral,” Sirius said, clapping his younger brother on the back as he passed him in the hallway.

“It’s called elegance, Sirius. You should try it sometime.”

Remus placed the tray on the dining table, squinting at the cookies. “I told Sirius not to help, but he insisted on ‘adding flair.’”

“I added chocolate chips!” Sirius defended, popping one into his mouth and grimacing. “Okay, maybe a bit too much cayenne pepper.”

The doorbell rang again, heralding the arrival of Lily Evans and Pandora Lovegood. Lily was radiant in a green velvet dress, her red hair twisted into a festive braid, while Pandora wore a glittering gold jumpsuit that seemed to sparkle with its own light.

“Pandora, you’re glowing—literally,” James said, his grin wide.

“Oh, it’s the new spell I’m working on,” Pandora replied dreamily. “It makes you sparkle like stardust, but there’s a slight side effect of emitting heat. Be careful not to stand too close.”

Lily gave James a playful shove as she passed him, heading straight for Regulus. “Regulus! You’re a brave man for agreeing to this madness.”

Regulus smirked. “Bravery has nothing to do with it. I’ve perfected the art of selective hearing.”

As the house filled with guests, music, and laughter, the party escalated quickly. Sirius commandeered the gramophone, insisting on a mix of Christmas carols and Muggle punk rock. Meanwhile, Barty Crouch Jr. and Evan Rosier set up an impromptu drinking game involving enchanted mistletoe that zipped around the room, forcing random pairs to kiss.

Pandora ended up locking lips with a very startled Peter Pettigrew, who turned bright red and stumbled into the Christmas tree, knocking over half the ornaments.

“Careful, Wormtail!” Sirius called from the couch, where he was sprawled with Remus, both nursing glasses of spiked eggnog.

“I’m fine! Totally fine!” Peter squeaked, attempting to fix the decorations.

In the corner, Lily was in a heated discussion with Evan about whether or not Severus Snape was redeemable. Barty, clearly bored, used a flick of his wand to transfigure the mistletoe into a miniature dragon that began chasing Sirius around the room.

“BARTY!” Sirius howled, ducking behind the couch.

“Relax, it’s harmless!” Barty laughed, though the dragon was now spitting tiny sparks that ignited Sirius’s sleeve.

James and Regulus, meanwhile, stood together by the tree, observing the mayhem with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

“You know,” James said, slipping an arm around Regulus’s waist, “this isn’t half bad.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. “Half bad? There’s a miniature dragon loose, half your friends are drunk, and someone—” he paused as they heard a loud crash from the kitchen, “—just destroyed your mother’s crystal punch bowl.”

James shrugged. “Yeah, but everyone’s having fun. Even you.”

Regulus couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. “Don’t push it, Potter.”

By the time midnight struck, the party had descended into a glorious kind of chaos. Pandora and Barty were leading a conga line through the house, Sirius and Remus were dancing on the dining table, and someone—likely Evan—had charmed the chandelier to rain confetti.

As the clock chimed twelve, James raised his glass, pulling Regulus closer. “A toast! To the wildest Christmas party Hogwarts alumni will ever remember!”

“And to Regulus Black,” Sirius added, lifting his own glass. “For actually tolerating all of us!”

Regulus rolled his eyes but clinked his glass with James’s. “Merry Christmas, everyone.”

It was, without a doubt, a party none of them would ever forget.

[appleflavoredkitkats]

youve gotta let us know all your fave cfundy fics...the people need it...

hello anon . u have been bestowed a pin that says "best anon" for enabling me to talk about this fox a bunch more

1. banks of newfoundland by honeydowo

genuinely life-changing. writing style alone, i want to put it in my mouth.

but what makes the fic a genuine standout is that it's one of the first i've seen that encapsulates the concept of fundy as nationalism/l'manberg in a way that's super profound and super, super sad.

i love how fundy is portrayed in this. there's so much emotion in this fic, but it's explained in a very low and casual way that makes you feel more terrible for this guy. it's a cyclical showcase of fundy's tragedies, and how he can't even react to it in a visceral manner because it happens so frequently.

genuinely one of the most beautiful fundy fics out there. three years later and i still come back from this fic crying

2. be my home by neg_nancy

this one's a newer gem i found, one that portrays las nevadas as a "family" without making it fall into stereotypical family dynamics. i was simply put in awe by how well the author writes the connections and relationships the characters have with each other, imperfect and untrusting yet ultimately united for the same base causes

i specifically love the way they portray quackity. he's cunning and perceptive, knowing how to extract what he wants from his members without asking them directly. but what i absolutely love is how compassionate he is behind the sternness, and wow, i'm just absolutely floored by how he mobilizes fundy by the end

3. there is a quiet passing into silent, desolate pain (and no one is allowed to see) by readinglass

this one's depressing, but definitely unique. essentially, it's a fic about tommy witnessing fundy clean schlatt's grave. there's a ton of original, religious imagery in there, which i thinks taps into desperation in ways we don't often find with fundy

i love anything that looks into fundy and schlatt, and this not disappoint. it utilizes fundy's desperation and endless devotion to someone as a way to emphasize his ultimate loneliness. it is just so depressing, and the addition of tommy as both a character and a mirror to what we might be thinking is also so great

4. pandora's box by rabbitsintheclouds

saboo i miss u come back /j /lh

for real though, i know this is more of a c!dream fic more than anything, but the way fundy is used in the latter chapters is honestly so fascinating. the juxtaposition between fundy's optimistic, goofy, and unconditionally loving self and dream's charred-ness, memory loss, and pessimism makes for such a lively yet tense dynamic.

i promise you, this does not water down dream's abusive character to anything but that. but fundy reminds dream of what he's uncapable of being, which somewhat pacifies him a little. it hurts to see them relive dream after dream depicting end-world scenarios, especially considering how peppy and depressingly cheerful fundy is in these scenes

those about are my favorite fics but i suppose i can advertise my own as well. love of the fox is my ongoing one atm, a fix it of sorts that focuses on fundy and schlatt during las nevadas. i have 5 other fics, but i mostly stand by the fics "last resorts" and "one less sleepless night" the most. im too lazy to link those but just check em out on my ao3 :3

[physics-of-one-piece]

I've seen you have calculated Law's hand size, but what about his hand spread size? (Sorry idk what you call it, but when you splay your fingers out to their maximum width, like how wide they are apart?)

Also, if you can work out hand/finger size/width and there is a correlation between hands and fingers, and male appendages, could you work out that too?

Ah, you're right, anon!

Law does Room with all his fingers stretched out. I can't believe I forgot to do that. What you're referring to is a hand span.

And yes, it is possible to measure it!

I feel guilty for not thinking up of it, especially Law, since for Room he stretches his fingers out ie hand span. Thank you for asking this!

A hand span is the distance from the tip of the thumb to the tip of the middle finger when the hand is fully extended.

Okay, let's do it! Here is the formula:

Hand Span ≈ Hand Length + (Thumb Length + Pinky Length)/2

Law's Hand Span

Hand Span = 21.12 + (5.70cm+7.18cm)/2

= 27.56 cm

Law's Hand Span is 27.56 cm.

That's how big his hand is when he does Room.

Or do you want to know the space between his spread fingers themselves? I'll need to do some research for that if that's the one you want to know.

Male appendages, eh? I was wondering if someone would ask that 😏. But I warn you, if I'm doing Law, I'm doing for Doflamingo, too. Hell, I'll do it for everyone on the list, I'm not SCARED. You just opened the Pandora's Box, anon.

I remember there was an SBS and Oda didn't give an answer for a male char's (cough) male appendage size (cough) and gets all "ewww, why would you want to know that" and I was like "why would they not want to know that about a male char they clearly like very much?!" but then he's a hypocrite and gives us the size of Nami's breasts??? Like, sir, if you're gonna do one gender, you gotta do the other one, too. Why should only the male readers get to have the numbers and not female readers? Also, of course people will be curious about such a thing bcs there is much more male characters than there are female characters! Especially when you make them HUGE!

That will not be happening on this blog. You guys can ask me for women, too, on this blog we include everyone.

I'll do some research to see if the male appendages are doable (probably are hehehe) and if they're connected to hand size (they most likely are, but you have to take into account their fist size for rea - okay I will stop before I dig my grave deeper. Anyway, I will ABSOLUTELY do some research. I mean, you can tell already by the huge chars' heights their male appendages will not be a normal size, I'm sure most of the fandom by the writings I read has known that.

Thank you for the ask, anon!

Law's Masterlist

[pussydestroyer10110]

The screen flashes to life after a while showing this was an older model, the video then appeared on the screen revealing a man with cropped hair and an unimpressed look on his face. This was Jake Sully - the man you had heard so much about but never actually seen.

Jake x Avatar!reader x Neytiri

Someone please tell me how to easily do a word count

Chapter 2 - Nearly at the good bits

(Thank you to everyone that supported the first chapter!)

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After a while longer of staring up at your Na'vi body, you realise you've been left alone, a note left on the table beside a computer. The note had said to turn on the computer as Norm had set up a few old call logs for you to study, the infamous call logs of Jake Sully.

You watched his call logs and like your friend you are baffled about how a seemingly uninterested and simple man like himself managed to climb the ranks of the Omaticayan hierarchy. You were rapt with the videos, watching as the call logs switched from the plain and simple base to the old shacks up in the Hallelujah Mountains, you truly envied him.

What caught your interest about his logs was the evolution of the bond between him and Grace, you could see the disapproval in her eyes as he called the treasured plants of Pandora 'glowing things'. Then you saw how over time he became sickly looking with Grace reprimanding him, the former marine had been lured in by Pandora and now couldn't escape.

The logs only made you more excited to view the outside world through you're newly crafted yellow eyes. However you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at the thought of going out into Pandora alone with no one to experience this with you.

Soon enough the call logs ended so you rose from your seat feeling a numbness begin to course through your legs. You left the link/incubation room and went into the main communal area where the rest of the newbies sat along with the seasoned scientists, dinner was about to start and the food looked strange.

The food was a combination of both earth and Pandoran food, a new shipment of packaged goods having come in with your arrival, the earth food made up a few bits of dried beans and rice while the Pandoran food consisted of a strange meat. The meat was almost purple in colouration even after it had been skinned, when it was placed on the pan it sizzled violently before developing a charred surface signifying it was ready to be eaten.

A few people you had yet to know the names of, evenly cut the meat into strips and placed it on top of the beans and rice then the bowls were passed around the circle. You got your bowl last as you had sat on the end. You prodded the meat with your fork, it had the same texture of meat back home by the looks of it but you were still skeptical.

"What type of meat is this?"

You asked the question out of curiosity, open to the new experience.

"Hexapede"

The cook replies giving you a soft smile. You had studied Pandoran wildlife and recalled the hexapede as a deer like creature that roamed the forest of Pandora, a common delicacy amongst the natives.

"The Sully family gave it to us a gift, they still visit often to check up on things"

Norm explains to us and you immediately think of the call logs. This meat was provided by the man you had been watching mere minutes ago, except it wasn't him as he had transferred his conscience into his avatar. He had become one of the people.

Norm then makes a sound as if he'd just remembered something, he finished his mouthful before turning to you.

"I forgot to tell you, Jake will come to the lab tomorrow and meet you, he will help you around for a bit when you finally take out your avatar"

You look at him in shock which quickly turned into excitement, you couldn't believe it.

"Really?"

You ask almost not wanting to believe it incase he was just pulling your leg. But you were soon reassured by the chuckle Norm let out and then further confirmation that he was in fact being serious, you were going to meet Jake Sully.

Once your excitement wears off slightly you finally begin to eat your food. The meat was slightly tougher than what you were used to, it had a strong meaty flavour which you could dilute with the accompaniment of the rice and beans, it tasted almost primal. The meat back home is bred to be tender and of a certain flavour but this was obviously meat that had never been tampered with.

The main meal was followed by a dessert of new fruits. Each fruit opened was more vibrant with some being yellow, some pink and some even blue; each fruit hid its colourful flesh in either a dull skin or armoured shell, hiding its beauty and food to potential predators.

The fruits were handed around like the previous meal and you happily tried each fruit. The pink one reminded you of a sweet grape, the yellow like a mango and the blue was slightly bitter that ended with a creamy aftertaste - most similar to a slightly underripe avocado.

You enjoyed the fruits, it made you feel further connected to the foreign world even though you had yet to step foot on its soil.

The group soon dispersed and the newbies were lead to the sleeping quarters, you following. Everything seemed quite bare and basic with the sleeping quarters consisting of hammocks and army type beds in contrast the blankets were thickly quilted as the nights of Pandora often brought a chill.

You climbed into your hammock and soon fell asleep, dreaming of finally becoming your avatar tomorrow.