#do I have the wodden face to do it?

[evilrat-sabre]

So I have a new Hermitcraft / "Magical girl" / Soul Eater inspired AU

Oh hey! so I have a new Hermitcraft AU Idea, I am calling it Weapon Shifters AU for now(It will change{probably{maybe}})

Anyway “What is the AU” Well it's inspired by the magical girl trope + The sole part of Soul Eater that we have people becoming weapons (Because I frickin love this power)

The context of the AU is; monsters started appearing in a real-ish word setting and some random people started receiving the power to turn into a weapon, obviously you can’t wield yourself and most of them can’t really move while transformed so there is that, so you need someone else to do It. Because of that, to fight these monsters(That only a Weapon shifter can hurt and nothing more) you need a Weapon shifter and a Wielder to do it. 

Most Weapon shifters are wielder too, because yes these monsters are killing people and destroying the city, you would think more people would join the fight, but most normal people don’t remember the monster part 

Ex. A zombie horde destroyed a car and killed the driver? Welp the guy was drunk and he crashed his car. 

So because of that, the people fighting these monsters are mostly weapon shifters that are immune to the “amnesia effect”.

Let me talk a little about the type of powers, before talking about the hermits.

As I said some people can turn into weapons, when I use the term weapon I am being pretty vague “if you can hurt someone with it, it can be a weapon”, these are my parameters, so truly almost anything.

Most people have only one weapon base form, that means they can turn in only one thing, but some people are what I call a “multi”, that's when in their base form they already come with multiple different weapons they can turn.

Some Weapon shifters already come with a specific power, most don’t.

One thing that I want to make clear, is that a Weapon Shifter and a Wielder all have some level of compatibility, the more compatibility they have, the easier it is to the wielder to use the weapon and to the weapon to unlock their “Upgrade”. 

I want to make clear the Compatibility =/= as friendship 

Ex. Cleo can theoretically use Joe in his weapon form, but Joe can't use Cleo even if he really tried. They live together in the same apartment, they are very good friends, but they are not compatible as weapon and wielder.

Let's talk about upgrades. Upgrade is a power the Weapon unlock while fighting along a very compatible wielder. There is two types of upgrade; the “New weapon” where the weapon unlock a new weapon form, that basically makes them work as a multi and the “Supernatural Power” Type, were the weapon unlocks a new ability, it can be like now you are poisonous, or like now you can control plants, things like that. (BTW. Not all weapons get upgraded)

And a last thing is that wielders have a thing called “wielder trait”, when someone wields a Weapon shifter, they are changed to look more inhuman, so the normal humans can’t remember them.

I think that's it for explaining the main power system of this thing. Now a list of the hermits and their respective powers, they are organized like this “Hermit - "Weapon" - Wilder trait” and they are separated in the teams they often fight together with, but it's good to remember that they often trade who is wielding who and are not stuck to only working with their team.

BTW feel free to send me asks or messages asking me to explain things, because I have thought about mostly everyone’s backstory at this point. The brainrot is real and I love opportunities to talk about it.

Oh and last thing. I have image reference for ALL the weapons, I will make a separate post for it.

DOESN'T HAVE A SET TEAM, BUT WORK WHEN THEY HAVE TO

X - Doom guy armor (Can still move as a armor and control the person wearing him) - Purple glowing eyes, black void hair and skin covered in slashes.

Ren - Axe (Upgrade: Bear trap with a chain, think chompy thing from Mario, can move his jaws) - Dog ears and Tail

Joe -  Big old leather book ( His pages bring knowledge) - at sign eyes and slightly flickering in and out of the mortal plane

Stress - Not a weapon (For some reason she is extremely compatible with any weapon shifter) - Flower crown growing from her head and shining solid black oil-like eyes.

Hypno - Butterfly knife (Can control anyone who grabs him) - Third eye(hides on bandana)

TFC - Iron pickaxe (upgrade: can break anything like in Minecraft, cube shaped) - Glowing white eyes, pieces of rock and dirt embedded in his skin, spectral wings (made of stone)

TEAM ZITS

Tango - Grenade launcher  (upgrade: Ice grenade launcher) - Red eyes, his hair will catch on fire when excited

Zedaph - Medical apparatus(Multi) - Purple goat eyes and ram horns

Impulse - Two big metal shovels (Upgrade: Electricity) - Yellow eyes, horns and spectral wings(bat)

Skizz - Not a weapon - spectral wings(dove) and warped halo

NHO

Doc - eye visor (Upgrade: Mechanical arm that can be a plasma blaster) - Green skin, goat horns and eyes with black sclera and white pupils.

Etho - Kunais, shurikens and a Katana(Multi) (Upgrade: Limited teleport throwing the weapons) - He isn’t the same inside, do not look what his mask is hiding.

Beef - Double butcher cleaver (Upgrade: Giant meat tenderizer like hammer) - Bull horns and hooved legs.

Bdubs - Tiny knife (Upgrade: Can grow and control plants. op as fuck, still a tiny knife to) - Big Eyes. And plants grown out of his body

Hateful neighbours

ZombieCleo - Great Sword (Upgrade: The things cut with her blade rot quickly) - Green with stitches

Ijevin - Bouncy rubber ball (Upgrade: can leave a sticky substance where he lands) - Blue and transparent, you can see his bones and organs.

Sweet faces

Keralis - Gardner scissors (Upgrade: Twin scissor blades) - Big eyes

Xb - Sniper gun - Fish ears and scales 

Architechs

Iskall - Bayonet (Upgrade: The blade glows bright green, things that are cut with it are poisoned)  - Solid green eye and green blood(his veins are glowing green)

Grian - Kitchen knife (Upgrade: throwing knife sets) - spectral wings(parrot) and parrot feathers in his hair (can do voice mimicry while like that)

Mumbo - Electrician knife(Upgrade: Spear {The point is still the blade of the electrician knife}) - Sunken eyes and he somehow gets longer, resembling an enderman but human.

Minecraft Swords(IDK MAN)

Welsknight - Steel sword and knight armor (Upgrade: gets a Shield) - silver scales, spectral wings(dragon) and claws

False- Diamond sword (Upgrade: Becomes two diamond swords) - Spectral wings(eagle), talons in hand and feet

Convex

Scar - Hot Guy bow and infinite arrows (Upgrade: Potion effect arrows) - Spectral wings(vex), pale blue skin, sharp teeth.

Cubfan - Not a weapon - Spectral wings(vex), pale blue skin, sharp teeth.

Blood(IDK MAN IT FEEL FITTING)

Pearl - deer horn Knives (Upgrade: Giant Scite) - Her skin glows like the moon(She has to use a dark cloth, because sometimes it's too much moon light even for her)

Gem - Executioner's sword (Upgrade: gets stronger the more she beheads monsters) - Deer antlers, and hoved legs.

Team "Evil"

EX- Doom guy shotgun - red glowing eyes, white hair and a lot of slashes in his skin

Helsknight - black steel sword (upgrade: became twin rapiers) - dark silver scales, spectral wings(dragon) and claws.

[hollaforlyla]

wondering if you could include ranpo in your caught making out p2 fic, if you do id deeply appreciate it!! <3

consider it done<3

๋࣭ ⭑ caught making out. p2. bsd x reader

p1.

gender: gender neutral

type: short imagine/scenario

characters: ranpo, poe, and yosano<3

warnings: lowercase writing, short, make-out sessions, suggustive writing!!

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo smirked upon hearing your sentence. "can i have a taste?" you asked, pointing to his candy in his hand. he was seated ontop of a work desk in the middle of the agency. "of this~?" he teased, and with a nod he jumped to his feet. as your hand was out and ready for him to give you the sucker, you felt him take your hand instead, the candies in his mouth. "ranpo-" you suddenly felt his lips connect to yours, his tounge licking your lips. couple seconds of him kissing you felt like hours, but when you felt his tounge push itself into your mouth with the candy now in your mouth, you blushed hard. your face full-on red. he pulled back, grinning at you. "how's it tastle, hm~?" he asked, and you stuttered out a sentence. before he could kiss you again, the sound of someone hitting a wall and a "OW" caused both you and ranpo to turn your heads to see atsushi on the flor rubbing his head, papers scattered all over the place. "ow- uh..." he looked back at you both and chuckled nervously. ranpo looked back at you to see you hide your face into his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso. quickly, atsushi ran out of the room, leaving the papers on the floor. ranpo felt himself blush slightly, but he lept his composure. "well...did it taste good?" he shrugged.

๋࣭ ⭑ poe kissed your lips gently, unsure if what he was doing was correct. he was just wanting to complete his novel, but the way your hips moved on his lap made him...desprate. he messaged his fingers up and down your spine, his hands going into your shirt every now and then. you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, trying your best not to fall with how far he's making you arch your back. giggles escaped your lips when his fingers reached your sides, "ticklish?" he smiled at your nod. he placed his hands on your hips while his lips kissed a sweet spot on your nech he's recently discovered. mid-moan, you covered your mouth whe you heard the door suddenlu open and ranpo's figure caused you to fall onto your ass on the floor, "y-y/n!" poe cried, blushing when he noticed ranpo standing at the door. "weeell~ i was going to read your newest novel, but i can see you have other plans. i will come back later~" ranpo smirked, closing the door as he walked out. poe was speechless, karl sitting on his head as he looked back down at you, "did-did you want to-" "moment as passed, babe."

๋࣭ ⭑ yosano licked her lips, gripping onto your hips and pinned you into the desk of her office. all you did was gently tap her ass as she was looking through files, causing her to almost instantly pin you. "how bold you are, y/n~ tapping my ass like that out of no where..." she licked your neck, wetting it before going in and kissing the living hell out of it. you moaned, arching your back and grabbed her shirt, gripping it tightly. "a-akiko-" you tried your best to not scrunch your neck, causing her to move to your lips. she slid her hands up your shirt, untugging it from your pants and let her hands roam free-"oh nonono, don't mind me.." dazai's voice caused yosano to bite your lip, pulling away from you to look at the man. she removed her hand from your skin and held your shoulders. "d-dazai!" you stutter out, looking at him look for papers by his desk. "just neeeeed, aha! here it is~" he smirked at you two before turning on his heels to leave, "you may continue~ it took a while to notice me in the first place you two could've kept going like i was never here~" yosano grabbed her heel and threw it hard in dazai's direction, however he closed the door in time for the heel to hit the wodden door instead of his face. the woman sighed, attention back to you, "yosano..this bump on my lip wasn't always here.." you whined.

[chocsra]

"A Waste of a Lovely Night, right?"

15! Chuuya x reader

Based off the song A Lovely Night because La La Land 😭🫶

Implied fem! reader

Content: swearing, being teenagers, classy romance, fluff, oneshot, mafia! reader, rivals to lovers?, pre-relationship, ooc? chuuya

Sorry for any grammar mistakes!

You were supposed to be basking in the evenings breeze, free from the loud screaming in one of the Port Mafia's luxurious parties; letting the wind lift your styled hair and fancy dress. Yet you find yourself standing like a solider under the night's sky, 'what the fuck' written all over your face.

There stood next to you, the former King of the Sheep; the king that claimed not to be the king everyone says he was. He was a smaller boy with orange hair about the same age as you, only recently joining the Port Mafia. His name was Chuuya Nakahara, you didn't seem to like him very much, and neither did he.

He always boasted and was blatantly arrogant because of his ability; gravity manipulation. The kid never stopped yapping and especially yelling; he and the Demon Prodigy made a scary but annoying team. It was always filled with complications, surface hatred and care; nothing you'd see in a regular friendship.

And you weren't sure why Chuuya didn't like you either, because you mostly stayed your own way in the mafia. Not your fault you're just good at what you do. Maybe it was the scowl on your face everytime he shouted at something so miniscule, or perhaps the snicker that pulled from your throat whenever you overheard the tall bandaged boy make fun of his height.

"What a sight," the boy smirked, his alluring blue eyes illuminating under the moonlight. He had his gloved hands stuffed in the pockets of his tailored suit, intaking the beauty of the city's skyline. You turn to look at him with predictability, eyes running across his sharp features and piercing gaze. He looked back at you, his gaze shifting towards your pearly white heels, then your frilled black dress; monotone enough to be considered mafia fashion. "too bad you're here." Chuuya's smirk disapated as he looked down at the concrete floor.

"Leave if you're so bothered then." You retort with a scoff, the redhead only looked at you with a cocked brow and turned to slowly walk away from you. "Nah." He replied, you knit your brows in response. Chuuya was right, the view was beautiful. The sun was nearly gone, city lights were starting to turn on, and the ocean below the hill you both stood on reflected the bright moonlight. You almost cursed at the swirling sky for granting such a sight to him; a cute, romantic couple would for sure enjoy this.

"Then don't complain." You put your hands on your hips and leaned forward with a scowl, making the boy chuckle stiffly in response. "Chill, I'm just saying.. the view is way too nice to be seen by us." he sighed, tapping his leather shoe on the concrete. "What a waste." Chuuya clicked his tongue; you got out of your position and stood straight, looking to the side, "I guess." you murmur, you two seemed to have the same thoughts. "Yeah, no offense, but you're just not my type." Chuuya sighed, kicking a rock softly as his hands were stuffed in his pockets. "Was that really necessary?" you scoff, folding your arms over your chest. The teenager chuckled and nodded.

"Well if you're gonna be like that, I'll say it first: you're not my type either, who even wears those rat ass fedoras these days?" you looked to the side, snickering a little. The boy adjusted his raven fedora, a light blush tinting his cheeks. "Don't come for the hat, dude." he mutters, brushing off some dirt off his black suit; he seemed to care a lot about his looks.

"Yeah, yeah," you laugh, watching him as he starts to slowly pace around the hill. "Actually, you're right. This would be nice for somebody who appreciates romantic scenery." You add on, looking over to the beautiful sea, Chuuya takes a seat on a wodden bench in the corner of your eye. "Oh yeah?" he inquires completely uninterested as he pulls out his phone.

"Mhm, just not with you." You say with a snicker, walking over to the boy scrolling on his phone, manspreading annoyingly in his black slacks. "Wow." he deadpans at your insult, ticking you off a little. "So you agree?" Chuuya asks, azure eyes finally gazing up to meet yours, you nod in agreement. "That's right." You smile begrudgingly. "What a waste of a lovely night." You heaved a sigh as you take a seat next to him, using your palm to steady yourself atop the wood; instead feeling fabric brushing under your fingers.

You looked over suspiciously, seeing your fingers tangled over the redheads. You both swat your hands away with pink spreading all over your cheeks. The boy's once bored eyes widened in surprise, looking into your shocked ones; he clutched onto his phone with his other gloved hand for dear life.

"Shit-"

Shit.

[lexa-griffins]

Im imagining Lexa traveling through the woods with her small toddling child. She is vaguely aware of something large moving in the distance. The longer they walk, the closer it gets… Eventually the large blond wolf reveals itself. Stalking towards them, snarling… Lexa stops, scared. But this tiny adorable child runs straight for werewolf Clarke. Hugging her giant face. Werewolf Clarke lays down and just immediately starts licking little bbs face. Lexa just standing there in awe.

Anywho’s. Thats my cuteness thought of the day😂

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I am going to SCREAM, oh my fucking god this is so cute!!!!!!!!

Accused of being a witch in her hometown Lexa is forced to flee with her small baby in her arms. She barely had anything in her bag other than few food and a blanket and a bow and arrow, having been taught how to hunt as a child.

She's looking for something, a cave, a small house in the woods, a tent, somewhere she can rest and allow her babu to sleep comfortably in.

Lexa feels it before she sees it. She feels watched; stalked. She's on high alert, bow in hand, ready to defend her baby with her life. There are rumors that Lexa is aware of, legend of the creatures this forest serves a home to but Lexa would slay a whole demon if it meant keeping her kid safe, urging the toddler to stay close to her and quickly small arms wrap around her leg, afraid of the darken woods.

The monster surges forward from the tree line with a loud snarl and Lexa immediately points the arrow at its head, terrifying teeth on display, dangerous eyes focused on Lexa's weapon.

Lexa registers two late that the warmth of her baby around her leg is gone and her heart drops when she looks to the side to watch them toddling towards the werewolf with a joyful smile and a "doggy!" cheer to their voice. She hears her heart beating in her ears, terror sweeping over her.

But as soon as the beast sees her small bundle, it stops. Teeth put away, the massive wolf suddenly looks confused as the baby approaches it, hands stretched on front of them to pet the big dog. A sniff to air and the wolf's tail waggles with excitment at the small child, dropping to the floor in a rather playful, calm manner.

The baby jumps to petting the wolf who allows her to without discussion, licking the baby's face as a thank you and making the small toddler giggle.

Lexa finally regains her nerve after staring on awe at the scene, approaching child and wolf with careful steps and with a gentle pet to the wolf's head she sweeps her child into her arms, telling them it is time to go and thanking the gentle giant "for not eating us". It stays down as they walk away and Lexa takes a deep breath once it's out of few, gently reprimanding her child for doing such a dangerous thing.

It is about 10 minutes later when Lexa feels herself being watched once again. This time the wolf quickens its pace to catch up with them before slowing down and accompanying them. The toddler begs to be put down and after staring at the wolf as if asking for confirmation it wont eat her baby she lets them down. With a smile she watches as her baby pets the wolf and the wolf licks their chubby face in return before allowing the toddler to hold its fur along side Lexa's hand as they walk.

An hour more into the trip, Lexa finds herself tired and cold, snow having started to makes it's way down. The baby has fallen asleep, holding on to the wolf's fur as they sleep on its back. Lexa looks around, hoping to see smoke from a camp fire or chimney with no luck. Watching her attentively the wilf bites on the fabric of her lose shirt, pulling her along. Lexa asks what it wants, as if the wolf was to answer but after a few tigs to her shirt Lexa decides to follow it. It seems to have a fondness for her baby so at the very least Lexa knows it wont hurt them.

Lexa follows it through the woods, questioning out loud where it's taking them before a clearing up ahead gives way from a small wodden cabin, seemingly inhabited. Lexa sighs of reloef as they approach it, opening the front dore carefully, bow pointed at the darkness before she deems to empty. It has a single bedroom with bed, and Lexa urges the wolf with her baby on its back insidr as she tries to star a fire, looking around for a few candles.

She catches a rabbit and cooks it over the fire, feeding the wolf what she knows she will not be able to eat. It is already past midnight when Lexa takes her baby from the wolf's grasp, until now both happily cuddling by the fire. The wolf whines but does not lift its head from its place by the fire as it looks at Lexa holding her small child and wishing her a goodnight and thanking her for bringing them here.

The next morning Lexa wakes up underneath the blankets she brought, alone in the bed, the su light shinning through the small window of the bedroom. It was not a dream it seems. As Lexa opens the door she sees the fire still going but unlike she thought she would, she sees neither the wolf nor her baby and panic sets in.

Right on cue tho, the front door opens and in walks her child, cheeks red from the cold outside. Lexa walks towards them, to hug them or lecture them, she had yet to make up her mind when after her child enters a woman, the golden of her hair the exact same color of the massive wolf's fur.

The woman looks st her with a smile, arms filled branches and Lexa stares at her in disbelief, clearly connecting the dots.

"You're the-"

"Wolf? I am. Good morning."

"How? And who-?"

"Klork mommy!"

Her child says, staring at her with a smile. It is obvious Klork as already introduced herself.

"Klork?"

"Yeah, I'm Clarke. And your name is...?"

"I'm... Lexa." Lexa states, bewildered.

They stare at each other for a while, Lexa's kid seemingly getting bored of their silence and sitting by the fire to play with the two rocks they brought in from outside.

Lexa's stomach grumbling is the one that kills the silence. The wolf-woman smiles big then, perfect teeth a heavy contrast with the sharp ones Lexa saw last night.

"Right, so, breakfast?" She asks, moving to the small kitchen area the cabin offers, Lexa's toddler following after her, both chanting about wanting food.

Lexa looks at them, and then around the cabin before wondering what else did she expect after following a damn wolf through the woods.

[cybertroniannugget]

I am here for you

Optimus Prime x ftm reader

Dec 12

Accurate representation of me on ice

After yesterday's discussion, you actually find yourself on ice even after protesting. It's a bit dark once, but turns cute afterwards don't worry.

Warnings: implied transphobia, weird guy trying to be a flirt, crossing boundaries

About this fic: ftm reader, ice skating with the gang

"What are you doing?"

"Trying not to embarrass myself."

"Infront of Optimus?"

Your face, already reddened from the cold turned even more red as you blush, your pitiful attempt on speaking up for yourself failing miserably.

"You know what? Today is the day.", Lennox said, firmly pushing you toward the Prime, who stood at the sidelines, watching Bumblebee spin on the ice astonishingly fast.

Trying to protest, you make an effort to slide to the side, away from the soldier who seemingly wished to embarrass you.

Bending forward with your arms stretched out you try to regain your balance, slowly moving towards the railing of the ice field, hoping no one was watching. Holding onto the wodden handrail for dear life, feet sliding away under you, you curse internally, wishing you'd never set foot on the ice.

Lennox only scoffed in disbelief, sliding over to a group of his comrades, who were challenging eachother to skate as fast as humanly possible. But a few landing on their butts was inevitable.

Bumblebee and Jazz were making friends with a group of teenagers and young adults, carelessly skating around.

You felt a hand on your lower back which makes you wince. "Hey beautiful, just making sure if you fall, that you'll fall for me."

Shooting him a questionable look, you actually lose balance, falling right into the stranger's arms.

He didn't even attempt on lifting you up, just holding you like this with his arm around your waist again, his face too close for your liking.

"Get off me!", you protest.

"But we're having a romantic moment dear.", he whispers, grabbing your chin.

His breath hits you like a truck, the smell of alcohol making you dizzy.

"Hey, they told you to leave him alone!"

You try to turn you head to the right to look at Optimus, who approached the scene, but the strange man ripped your head to face him again.

"Him?!", the guy scoffs, staring at Prime.

Heart pounding in your chest, you try to free yourself from his grasp, the grip tightening even more.

"Let go now", Optimus yells sternly, pulling the attention of everyone around onto him.

"Nah man, she's mine, get your own."

The following events went by too fast for you to register them properly.

Optimus sped forward, sucker punching the dude, sending him to the floor.

He then pays no more attention to him, catching you, and lifting you back up to your feet, guiding you away.

The Prime's arm was tightly around your waist, while you held onto his other hand tightly.

When the two of you had left the ice, you sat down on a bench in a less crowded area, with you still hanging onto his jacket, trembling.

"Are you alright?", he whispers, his hand caressing your back soothingly.

Wrapping your arms around him, you hug him tightly, face buried in his chest.

He hugs you in response, the hand that had been caressing your back on your head now, doing the same.

"Thank you."

"Please do not worry. I am here for you."

[darkdumbass]

Hi there! This is random, but I really really love the way you do line art! I love how simple, clean, and direct it feels. It has great energy and feels really appealing! I’m trying to improve my own line art right now… I feel like it takes me a long time to choose the “right” lines and end up with clean finish. What to you think has helped you get up to this point with your line art the most? Do you have any suggestions of ways to study and practice? Any favorite artists you look up to for their lines?

I love your work ❤️ thank you

Hello! Thank you for the kind words. I enjoy doing linework a lot, so this is nice to hear :)

These days my line art is more of a "clean drawing" rather than what one usually imagines under traditional line art, which would be opaque lines with varying weight. Right now I like to use a brush that doesn't vary size with pen pressure but varies opacity only. It gives the lines a very soft feeling that I've grown to love.

I browsed through your art, and I was a bit blown away actually, because I think you have a fantastic energy and expression in your drawings, which is something I aspire to have myself. You are very knowledgable about line weight and shapes, so I won't bore you with explaining any of that, haha.

I think good line art comes down to confidence. Obviously, an artist needs a confident hand to avoid shaky lines, to lead them exactly the way they want to, to give them an energy. This sort of mechanical skill is acquired through experience.

But! I've always felt there is a sort of a mental side to this as well, which is best observed during traditional inking. You have to commit to your lines, you have to trust them. You have to sit back and give control to your hand, because with the experience it has, it also has a mind of its own. This sounds pretty out there, but it's about letting go and not overthinking it. I realized this when I looked up to Jim Lee's work as an older teen. There's a lot of videos on YT where you can see his process, which looks utterly effortless. Take this one for example. It's quick, so it's a bit rough, but it does look like his hand is just doing whatever!

I fostered that approach in my art while doing daily drawing from life - straight to inks without sketching. The drawings look wonky a lot of the time, but it gave me confidence where it mattered later. To this day, when I do clean lines in digital too, I adopt this mindset of letting go, which gives the lines more leeway, which also means that if the line doesn't go exactly where it should according to the sketch, I can still trust it. (Although contrary to this, I still put a lot of controlled effort into faces, and this approach comes more easily while drawing bodies and clothes.)

As for suggestions for practice, as I've already mentioned, drawing from life straight to inks (I recommend this over going straight to inks from imagination as that's extremely difficult, at least for me). Have a fast hand, and do long lines even if they come out wobbly. Try to let your hand roleplay Jim Lee here and there - let it do that flick that crosses a line it shouldn't have, let it make a turn with an accidental squiggle, let it pool a bit of ink at the end of the line. Fake it till you make it. At first, I suggest trying this on subjects that aren't your expertise (eg. in my case, draw a bottle instead of a person), so you don't subconsciously compare this to your best work, but make sure you're still having fun :)

Of course, it helps to like doing line art too. I don't know what your relationship to it is, but if it suffers, I suggest busting out the traditional inks with dipping pens, wodden skewers and brushes. It connects me with the process like nothing else.

As for my favorites, I can recommend one of my favorite manga artists - Satoru Noda. Superbly confident and energetic linework. Check out his series Golden Kamuy or Dogsred :)

I hope this will give you a small idea of how I approach my line art. It might be a mess… If you have any more questions as a result of this, or related to anything else, don't hesitate to ask!

[fornasedensgudar]

Hii 🤗 Hope you are well. I love your art! Will definitely get a print or two when I get the chance.

I was wondering if you would tell me (your vision) about Sigyn and Hela?

Sigyn has been with me for some time now, and though she doesn’t communicate much, I feel very connected to her. Through her I had a couple of meaningful encounters with Loki, even though I don’t work with him directly. I would like to strengthen my bond to her but not sure how.

Hela recently made herself known in things I’d been carrying for easily over a year. It never occurred to me that she was there until she came out almost shouting. I feel like she’s expecting me to give her her due but I don’t know what to offer her.

I’m hoping that hearing about other pagan’s ideas and relationships to these goddesses might help me get a clue.

Thank you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day ✨

Hi 😀 thank you Im doing good. And thank you, always warms my heart that so manny pepole seemes to like what I do ❤️

Ok sure thing. I dont work with Sigyn much but perspectives are good.

So Sigyn. For me shes a goddess of strenght in tuff times, a goddess of strengt and light in the dark. This is also why for me she is included during Disablot, when the nights are long and the the world still cold, to find strength in the one that stod for endless nights awaiting light and reelife.

I find her also as a goddess of victory, makes sense do to her name meaning "female friend of victory". I find her surprisingly innocent compared to her husband, with a good nature, but very choosy of who she helps. Like, less active. I love that you also, just like me, finds her also not comunicating much haha. In short I see her, as a burning start, The one that burns the britghtes in the darkest moments. Idk if this helpes sense I dont work with her much, but hope its of some help.

Idk what would would be the perfect offering for you to give her, its more what the offerings means to you that matters, the symbolic meaning.

But I offer her just good foood, bread, baked goods and a lot of drinks, wine, mead, honey water and hard alcohol. But try what feels right for you.

But if i was you, I say, maybe the best thing you can give her is your time.

She is one of the least talked about goddesses and with not that manny who do rituals to her often, most pepole are all about her husband or Thor or Odin and Freya. So I say, just sit down in a Nice place and think and feel, dont expect her to comunicate a lot or something grand or mind blowing magical thing. But just sitt and be, and have her as your focus. Let that time and moment and space, be a offering to the one all to manny forgotten.

And then we have Hela. Or as I call her, Hel.

Hel I worked with a lot. For me she is maybe not death it self, but death centric, or the one that rules desth. I see her as the one that watch over bones and graves, queen of the dead and to whom all shall go to sooner or latter. Like the one that watch over those in the grave and your ancestors. As well as her being a direct line to them.

When I hold rites to her around Alvablot, I often wear a wodden or ceramic mask I made, something other local hesthens sometimes do as well, but a cloth works just as fine to hide your face. Its to honor her during the blot while also protect yourself and not bring death in to your life. We also have a statue of her in the Temple year around, but coverd her up with a cloth, do to the whole temple just feeling diffrent and well, full of death after we put her statue there. But I dont see her as bad or evil. More of a, loving embrace, like a wathfull kind hug that I one day get to trully feel. So its not that Im afraid of her, just carefull and respectfull of her.

Its hard to describe without getting to personal. But I hope you get it.

To her I often decorate the altar with dead colourfull leafs, a lot of candels and bones and teeth and animal parts. Offerings to her may include dried flowers, something ones alive but now dead, yeat still remaining its beauty. As well mead, wine, baked goods, candy, fruits and meat from the hunt.

A thing that I do tho, thats not really for her but that I like to do, is happening soon tbh.

Around all souls night/all saints night here in Sweden when the graveyeards are filled with candels, I go supper dupper late and often also the night after. Like when there is no one there but like 1000 candels are lit. I just calmly walk around and relit each and every candle that for some reason or other gone out during that one night. Someone was there earlier so the person is belloved and special to someone. I dont light my own on strangers graves, but I make sure that all those candels put there with love and sorrow get to burn to the very end and ligt up the night for both the dead and the living. Its not for everyone, but its a thing for me.

You also get to see a bunch of spooky stuff if you are lucky haha.

I find it intresting that you find her as shouting, I see her more as quiet and always in controll, with a calm in mind. Not in form tho. Thats more loud. My fiance who do a lot of Sejdr work describe her as flashes. Not half a corps and half a healthy woman. But like if you were in a room of blinkning lights and she go from looking dead to looking alive over and over again, no one of those forms was true to her being, because she is fully both at the same time, the living death.

Now you dont have to do it the way I do. Try things out and dont be afraid. Try the offerings I give her if you like, but its ok to just experiment and see what works for you.

And as always, the way I see them is not absolut or "the true way". Everyone see them and work with them diffrent and I always want pepole to try to find what works for themself. But I hope my perspektive was of any help.

Sorry about my english btw, engelska är inte alls mitt bästa eller mitt första språk och dyslexi är en riktig jävel haha.

And thank you again, and I hope you also have a lovley day ❤️

[yunarise]

@iiryoku said: ❝ Doc- Ratioooo~ ❞ left the gambler's glossy lips as he followed the tall male, clearly not caring that the man, was most likely too busy to pay attention to him or, simply outright ignored him. Aventurine couldn't care less that heads were turning as he kept on following the doctor, uncaring that he had to speed up his steps as he did so, while dodging the people in his path. ❝ Come on, doc, slow down- ❞ Was it because he hadn't told the other about his last mission, which had ended up, with him being injured? No, that couldn't be it, he wouldn't truly care about that. ❝ If I didn't know any better, I would say that you're ignoring me, ❞ the words were lashed with sarcasm as amusement was pulled onto Aventurine's features, effortlessly, while he continued to follow the familiar back.

Aventurine is worse than any fly, insistent on buzzing right beside his ear. Veritas continues to stride forward, uncaring of his students' curious stares, hastening his steps until they reach his office. He opens the door and pushes Aventurine inside, his hand snatching the gambler's akin to a snake snatching its prey. And isn't it hilarious that his mind rouses the image of a reptile before his inner eye, now of all times.

Jade's glossed lips had curved deviously as she'd leaned in, not touching but intruding on Veritas space's closely enough to smell the stifling sweetness of her perfume; a temptress born from Eden's garden; a cloying sweetness that of rot rather than the fruit of widom greedy sheltered by an uncaring god. They all claim to be loving, yet watch passively as their darlings suffer without remorse.

Veritas pushes Aventurine up against the wodden door as soon as it closes behind them, separating them from the busy student body and nosy colleages, who whisper about the man who holds Veritas heart in the palm of his hand. It's not a secret. Veritas never attempted to hide his affection even if Aventurine appears too riddled with self-doubt to notice the depths of Veritas care.

"Your prowess of observation are truly without compare," he exhales with a hot puff of air against Aventurine's face. Veritas continues to hold onto the gamber's wrist, squeezing it to still his own's trembling. "What were you thinking?" he snarls, anger burning brightly in his chest. It's passion that makes his heart burn, but he recognizes the fear egging him on even more. It's not an emotion he knows how to manage well, he never had. This - and Aventurine by extension - are his Achilles' heel. "You idiot! Why would you use your life so carelessly? There was no need to endanger yourself, and I know you would have cheerfully sacrificed even more if the chance had presented itself." Veritas feels the dryness of his mouth, the chilled sweat leaving his pores at the thought of what could have happened. What almost did happen. "Why can't you care about your life? Or if you're incapable of even the smallest modicum of love for yourself, why can't you consider the pain you put your loved ones through when acting like this?"

Veritas bites his lip, a new flash of anger alighting his eyes as he thinks back to Jade's taunting words; her honeyed gaze and the show of emotion on her face.

' He's the IPC's and, by extention, mine. I may choose to discard him if I deem it favorable for our cause; if he causes more damage than he's worth. '

He pushes Aventurine more firmly against the door, glaring while choosing to ignore the wetness entering his eyes. He's never been ashamed of how he feels even if he isn't prone to professing it. "If you care for me, you ought to also care for yourself!"

' Do look after him, will you? '

[clarissaexplainsbatchall]

A Violent Peace

"I want those tanks," he said as his saber came down towards her head, but the flat of Clarissa's rapier knocked it aside just enough for it to pass a few centimeters past her ear and she retreated a step.

Lord Henri Mattemeo of Escobas was dressed in his military uniform of tight black pants, thigh high boots and a dark purple jacket with gold piping. He looked every bit the defender of his land and from the sweat beading on his smooth shaven dark face he seemed intent on proving it.

Clarissa wore her Sea Fox dress uniform of white pants, black boots, blue double breasted jacket with lines of gold buttons running up her chest, and a pair of thin glasses from behind which her impossibly pale white eyes refused to focus on anything. Her rapier raised once again, the point brought up directly between his eyes and her own. "The prove it, Lord Mattemeo."

Off to the side of the opulent sitting room their wine glasses were left half full on a side table, the bottle forlornly alone nearby to keep company with the plush leather chairs which they had so recently occupied. The skin of some exotic beast, black and vicious, lay before a roaring fire which kept the cold of the raging winter storm beating at the windows at bay.

Mattemeo was much larger than her, two meters of muscle and arrogance to her one and a half of reserved grace, which is why he had chosen this contest. Assuming equal skill, as he was right to do considering that they were both career soldiers, his mass would easily win out in a contest of blades. And it was going as he had predicted.

Every time their swords clashed Clarissa was forced back, one step at a time. Now her back was almost against the glass doors leading to the balcony and she could hear them rattling in their frames as the snows and winds pounded against them demanding entry to the palace.

He came again, his heavy cavalry saber once more coming in from above to beat away her defenses, and it was the moment that Clarissa had been baiting. Her parry switched from four to one. Her hand raised, the tip of her blade dropped nearly vertical to the ground and she met the blow. It was laughably ineffective and never to be used against strikes to the head, much less overhand ones, but she had been watching his strikes, studying how he liked to come down.

His saber rang hard, not against her blade, but against the basket hilt of her rapier, knocking it the sword completely out of her hand, but his saber rebounded up a few centimeters out of his control. It was enough.

She stepped into his guard, grabbed the font of his jacket in one hand, and with a movement like waves rolling over rocks she threw Mattemeo to the ground. His sword went clattering across the waxed wodden floor and she rolled over him, planting her knee into his chest and kneeling on him, her left hand pressed against his throat. They were both breathing heavy, and he stared up at her with a look of shock which slowly broke out into a wide grin, "Marry me."

"I would prefer not to," Clarissa said calmly, then pressed her hand a little harder into his throat. "Do you yield?"

He nodded, laughing, "I know when I'm bested. I suppose the Free World's League will have to do without those tanks." She stood and offered him her hand, which he took as he levered himself back up to standing and straightened out his now bunched up uniform jacket.

"In this place, at this time, the medical transports will serve your people better, Lord." She slipped her rapier back into its scabbard and went back towards the wine.

"If you won't marry me will you at least be my mistress then?" He said this with a rakish good cheer, and it stopped Clarissa mid step.

She turned her head, facing him not with her eyes, but with her ear, half hidden under the fall of white blonde hair that had come loose from her bun during the fight. She smiled. "I will return. When I do I will be bringing with me a dropship converted for use as a hospital. If you purchase it and leave it as is then I would be impressed with your character."

Mattemeo laughed again, "I thought you clanners were all about the wars and the fighting. Your whole culture is based on it."

At that Clarissa's smile fades. He was right. An entire culture based around violence, blood and death as a means to every end. It was the core of her society, even, as a Warrior, her life. And yet... "The IlClan has emerged. Peace and unification is finally possible. We should start acting like it, quiaff?"

"Aff," Mattemeo laughed. "Come. Let's finish our wine and toast to peace wherever we may find it."

[avirael]

(above screenshot taken by Khian)

The Mother Tree

Rael had grown accustomed to the Forest Sanctuary very quickly. No, in fact it had felt familiar from the first second. They had never seen this place before and yet it felt like home. The sanctuary was a vast area filled with lots of different places connected by serpentine, hidden paths, and yet Rael had no issue whatsoever to find their way in this maze. The place still filled them with endless wonder but at the same time it was as if they had walked these pathways a million times before.

Their training with the oracle had so far not consisted of any powerful magic spells like Rael had expected, but instead of a variation of different meditation techniques as well as training their awareness of their surrounding, the animals and plants, Golmore itself. The raven Frelsi had been Rael’s constant companion and training partner these last few weeks, always somewhere close or hopping back and forth between the oracle and Rael.

So it had been that morning too. As Rael had left the small room they had been given - a tiny wodden cabin that seemed partially grown and partially built with a translucent green roof on top - Frelsi had already perched on one of the branches nearby and fluttered over with a happy caw. Rael had raised and arm for the raven to land on and had obediently scratched the birds head with a smile.

One of the guardians had left breakfast in front of Rael’s door - clear water, some fruits as well as a piece of bread and some honey. As usual the benefactor wasn’t visible, just like the guardians were rarely to be seen at all. Rael would have liked to thank them and wondered if one of them was watching right now. “Thank you.”, they said gratefully, sat down in the grass in front of their cabin and ate while Frelsi curiously observed them. Once again Rael wondered what the raven was thinking and tried to feel it’s intentions just as the oracle had tried to teach them the other day.

“What do you want? Food?”, Rael asked none the wiser after a moment and first offered the raven a small slice of apple before trying a crumb of bread instead as the bird tilted its head with a clicking sound. But that didn’t seem to be right either. Instead it fluttered up to Rael‘s shoulder and snuggled up to the side of their head. “You know, I have more important things to do than cuddle you all day, right?”

The raven protested loudly and proceeded to make itself comfortable on Rael’s shoulder as the Viera finished their breakfast. Absentmindedly Rael ate the last slice of apple while raising their face to the sun shining down onto the small clearing from above. With closed eyes they breathed deeply. The air here was wonderfully fresh and clear while at other places in the sanctuary it could be heavier, with more mossy or floral scents.

Rael tried to let their mind wander, focusing on their surroundings, just as the oracle had instructed. Slowly they began to feel the warmth beneath the grass that tickled at Rael’s palms and bare feet. With every day they got better at feeling the energy flow through the forest, from the ground, through the tree trunks and branches up to the highest leaves of the jungle. It felt like a network of glimmering golden streams that connected all life to one another. Peaceful yet lively, in perfect harmony. Rael tried to feel where the flow was directed and find the biggest vein in this spiderweb of energy.

Slowly they stood up, curled their toes into the grass and hesitantly turned this way and that before finally deciding on a path. With slow careful steps they started walking, leaving the clearing behind and following the golden streams to where the energy seemed strongest. It was not a straight path but instead lead them in turns and loops through different areas. Quite some time Rael wandered through the forest, seemingly without aim, wondering if this idea was going to lead them anywhere at all, when suddenly they emerged from a thick layer of trees and found themself standing in a familiar place.

It was the big circular glade surrounded by ancient looking trees with white bark and colorful leaves, where Rael had met the oracle for the first time. The pavilion at the small pond in the middle of the meadow lay empty this time, the oracle nowhere to be seen. This place already had an aura of great importance the first time they had been here but now Rael could feel that all the energy streams seemed to lead to this place.

Rael was not sure if they were allowed to be here at all but nonetheless stepped onto the glade and followed the golden streams to the opposite side. There all of the energy lines met at a point where a particular tall tree stood. The white tree was covered in heartshaped leaves in all hues of gold and amber and its trunk was so wide that it would probably take at least a dozen people to surround it once. Its massive roots peaked out of the ground in uneven curves and stretched out in all directions. It looked incredibly old and powerful.

Frelsi, who had so far preferred to be carried around, cawed and took flight. In wide circles the raven ascended around the tree and Rael followed it with their eyes and watched it land on a strong branch far far upwards. In awe Rael stared at the wide canopy and listened to the rustling of the leaves. Suddenly it seemed like hundreds of voices were whispering in their ears at once and Rael felt the urge to reach out and put a hand on the colourless bark.

When they did the pure amount of magic they felt made Rael gasp and shiver at first. Then however they realised that the tree with all the life running through it actually felt warm beneath their fingertips. It was a strangely calming and familiar feeling. Slowly Rael closed their eyes and focused once again on the energy cursing back and forth and suddenly it was as if they were elsewhere entirely.

One moment they flew through the forest on large wings looking down at a band of Wood-Warders, the next they stalked through the thicket hungrily observing through slitted pupils a bunch of soldiers clad in metal armors.

What was this? Different places in Golmore? How did it work?

Rael wondered if they could willingly see whatever place they wanted and tried to focus on a thought. After a moment it was a if they blinked and suddenly crouched in the corner of a tidy wodden house, feeling incredibly small in comparison to the furniture. With surprise Rael squeaked as they in fact recognised the room and more importantly the woman standing by the fireplace. It seemed impossible but this was without doubt their mother.

Abruptly the scene changed again as Rael felt a presence approaching them in the corner of their mind. At once they looked down from a tall tree of white and gold over a shiny black beak and saw themself standing between the tree roots. They were too transfixed by the strangeness of seeing themself from outside their body that they didn’t realise there was a person approaching them until a voice spoke behind them.

“Now focus your mind on the future instead of the present.”

Shocked Rael whirled around, the connection instantly lost. Somewhat dizzy they stared at the small viera in front of them and suddenly felt caught. Their milky white eyes looked eerie and expressionless and Rael was never quite sure if they looked at them or were focused on something else entirely.

“Hello Rael.”, the viera spoke softly.

For a few more seconds Rael just stared, finding it strangely difficult to form thoughts and to speak them out loud.

“Hello Green Oracle.”, they said unsure how to properly address them and found their own voice sounding weirdly unsteady. “I am sorry... I don’t know if I should be here…”

But instead of scolding them the oracle smiled gently. “Where else should you be? And please, call me Kelta.”

“What did I just see?”, Rael suddenly blurted out and hesitantly looked over their shoulder.

“Come, child. Let us sit down and I will answer your questions.”, the oracle offered and led Rael to the pavilion, before beginning to explain. “This is the Mother Tree. It is the oldest tree in this forest and the heart of Golmore itself. It also provided the nectar you drank that day you arrived here.”

Rael understood the words but it did little to explain to them what they had just seen. Almost like asking a question they said, “I was in different places just now…”

The oracle nodded. “At least your mind was, yes.”

“How is that possible?!”, Rael didn’t intend to sound upset but suddenly their heart was racing in their chest. As if it felt Rael’s nervousness Frelsi swooped down from the giant tree, landed on the floorboards of the small pavilion and hopped onto Rael’s lap. As the raven made itself comfortable and Rael visibly relaxed too, the oracle smiled.

“Let me answer with another question. Why did you touch the tree?”

Slowly Rael explained how they had noticed the energy streams in front of their cabin and had followed them all the way here. How the tree had whispered to them and the things they had seen as they had touched it.

“You were talented before but now that you have chosen your path you are even closer connected to the forest and every living thing in it. Golmore’s energy enhances your abilities. It can guide you, if you let it. Just as you now looked at different places, with a bit of practice you will be able to catch glimpses of the future. The magic of the forest can boost your vision but soon you will be able to use your talent without the help of the Mother Tree.”

The whispers of the forest had been nothing new to Rael but in this intensity and with the visions added to them it still felt a bit much. Rael didn’t know what they had expected but it occurred to them that with such skills as the oracle suggested there was no need for powerful spells if you could foresee any trouble stirring in the jungle before it even appeared and prepare counter-measures accordingly.

But why were they still struggling to keep out the invaders then? Or was this the only thing that allowed the Rava and Golmore to fight back so efficiently and slow down the attempts to conquer the forest?

“But how can I learn to use these powers willingly?”, Rael asked instead, eager to learn and take part in keeping their home safe.

“Patience and practice.”, the oracle explained. “First you need to learn calming your mind. The fact that you were able to follow the energy here without help is a good first step. But focus will also help you control your visions. As long as there are other things occupying your thoughts, it will be difficult to unfold your full potential and control your powers.”

Rael understood what the oracle said but wasn’t their mind already fully focused on their task and their training? There had to be more to it than this…

The confusion must have been visible on Rael’s face or maybe the oracle had simply read their thoughts. Somehow Rael suddenly thought that this was not impossible.

“What I am trying to say is this: You are still only seeing with your eyes and hearing with your ears most of the time. But there is so much more… For example: Tell me, how many people or animals are nearby at the moment?”

Rael was aware this had to be a trick questions. With a bit of uncertainty they scanned the glade for animals, the treeline for Rava and the branches for birds, without seeing any. “Just the raven and us?”

A little smile appeared on the oracle’s face.

“Now try again. Close your eyes like you did earlier but instead of only focusing on the energy lines take a look at how me and the raven look to you in this network. And then try to find similar appearances in the surrounding.”

Rael did as they were told. Seeing the energy streams was easy enough here since there was so much of it in this place. With the massive glow of the giant tree outshining anything else, focusing on people and animals was harder. There was something for sure but it seemed less solid, somehow fleeting like fog. Colorful swirls of energy, in the oracle’s case a powerful glow of the same golden shine as the energy lines and for Frelsi a weaker and more bluish aura.

Slowly Rael tried to extend their awareness to a wider area and at first there was nothing but the bright golden spiderweb of trees. But then in one tree to their left they noticed another bluish swirl not much different from the raven’s. Eyes still closed their raised one arm and pointed towards it, “I think there is another bird over there.”

“Mhm, a few actually… what else?…”, the oracle’s voice encouraged them to continue.

After a moment Rael felt something else at the other side of the glade. “There’s something a bit taller and more greenish over there…”

Without looking to where Rael was pointing the oracle replied, “This one is a deer. Any more Viera except us?”

With this Rael struggled for a few moments and in the end it was only a guess based on size alone. Their colors were different from the oracle and also from each other but Rael could not think of any other creature of this size. “Three ones? Spread out in different directions.”

“Four. You’ve probably missed the yellow aura to the north.”, the oracle corrected. “And also a badger to the east, the more brownish one.”

Rael had missed them since their colors blended in easily with the golden energy lines but now that they knew they could distinguish them clearly. “Yes, I see them…”

Pleased the oracle nodded. “This was very good for a first attempt. I think it took me at least a few months to learn this.”

Surprised Rael opened their eyes and looked at the other Viera’s face. The oracle seemed so omniscient and powerful, it was hard to imagine that they had needed to learn all of this too at some point.

To be honest Rael had spent quite a while thinking about how old and powerful the oracle might be, how long it would take to reach their level and how it was possible that the two of them were here at the same time. They certainly looked similar and it also felt somehow like they had always known each other, so much was hard to deny. But it seemed impossible for Rael to be a reincarnation of someone who was still alive.

“If you have any questions, feel free to just ask.”, the oracle offered, apparently sensing Rael’s curiousity.

As if they had just waited for such an invitation, Rael asked the first thing that came to their mind. “I am supposed to take your place, right?”

The oracle shuckled. “Yes, but don’t worry. I am not going to drop dead any time soon. At least not before I‘ve made sure you are ready to take my place.”

Rael’s brows furrowed. Something about this seemed wrong.

“And the oracle gets reborn among the Viera time over time again, right? But how can both of us be here at the same time then?”

“Ah, I was wondering when you would notice…”, the oracle said and paused for a moment. “The truth is that there is not one but two of us.”

“Two oracles? Why?”, Rael asked. Maybe it was a silly question but it somehow seemed to them like it would make their existence less unique, less special, if there were more than one of their kind.

“There has always been two of us.”, the oracle simply replied unbothered by such doubts. “If one dies, the other waits for their reincarnation to appear and teaches the new oracle how to use their powers, so that one day the student might do the same in return.”

“Do you remember the oracles before you?”, Rael asked wondering how they were different from each other. Kelta and Rael looked almost identical, Kelta’s hair was longer and maybe they even looked slightly younger than Rael, but their characters seemed different enough.

“Only the one who trained me.”, the oracle explained and almost grinned. “You remind me quite a lot of them. Always so serious…”

“I‘m not--…”, Rael wanted to protest but felt that it might be disrespectful to disagree. Instead they embarrassedly looked down remaining silent and scratched Frelsi’s head.

“I apologise, this was not nice. I realise we barely know each other…”, the oracle admitted and put on a friendly but more distanced face again.

It made Rael feel bad to have discouraged them just as they were beginning to speak more openly, not just in their role as oracle but more like an individual person for themself. Rael also still had so many questions, so they tried to keep the conversation going. “Is it okay if I ask what happened to your teacher?”

The Oracle nodded.

“Mjara died I think around eighty or ninety years after they started training me. Yes, I’m sorry that’s about as long as you will have to listen to my instructions…”, the oracle - Kelta - joked with a dark sense of humor. “Now they rest below the roots of the Mother Tree, as most of the former oracles do.”

Rael had not expected this. As if there would be anything to see, they glanced over their shoulder at the large roots of the white tree and tried to imagine how many viera might lie buried there. It still looked exactly the same as before and yet suddenly Rael felt like staring at their own grave.

“Most of the former oracles? What about the rest?”

“For you this may feel new and special but you are not the first one to leave the forest. We watch over this forest since thousands and thousands of years and cases like this happened a few times already…”, Kelta explained.

“And not all of them returned?…”, Rael added to the sentence and wondered if this fact was a bad omen for their own journey, which still lay ahead of them.

“No… I assume some simply failed at their tasks and were killed. Who knows, maybe some didn’t dare to return with the shame of failure or decided that the outside world was more to their liking…”, Kelta pondered for a moment before their gaze returned to the massive tree. “But every oracle for whom this was possible was laid to rest right here. Their souls returned to the circle of rebirth and their bodies nurturing the Mother Tree, who in return will forever grant us access to our full powers, so that we might protect Golmore from all harm.”

In a way all this information was a bit much at once and at the same time Rael’s mind swirled with more and more questions. It would take a while to answer all of them and let it all sink in.

Disillusioned Rael understood that while they always had thought themself so smart, talented and special, in reality they had barely scratched the surface of everything that was still to learn and to know.

They had come here as a selfish child, looking for answers. Trying to find the place where they belong, trying to find out who they truly are. Slowly Rael realised that the path they had chosen put a heavy responsabilty on their shoulders. This was more than a prophecy, more than a riddle they needed to solve. This was about who they would need to become.

More than a magic-gifted child, more even than a powerful seer.

A protector.

Lifes would depend on it.

[time-travelling-chaos]

For the ask game, 2, 14, 23

Thank you for the ask!

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

I'm unsure here. I used to write a lot by hand when I was younger, but then I switched to write only on the computer, and switching was hard because I was so used to writing by hand. So I imagine it would be hard as well to switch back, and it would take so time to get used to it again, but that it would be possible. The only thing is it take much longer to write by hand, and editing takes ages, so I'll probably write only one shots and not so much longer stories anymore, but yeah, I love writing too much to let that stop me. (And also 100% pen)

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

I do! But usually people who borrow them from me are people that I'm close to, so they aren't scared to ask (I'm usually nice about it, as I trust them). And appart from one or two, I know where all of them are and will get them back. But the thing is I will rarely talk much about books if I don't trust you already, so that helps.

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

My most common place of writing is my couch. It's a white one, not too big but enough for two people to sit in. It has a blue blanket put on top to protect it from cats hairs, and two blue cushions, each leaning next to one of the couch's arm. In front of the couch is a wodden coffee table that is almost as large as the couch. It is quite old, as I got it from my grandfather, but still in perfect condition. It also has a lot of storage space and some hidden drawer, which is really cool, but also makes it incredibly hard to carry and move around. On the table there are usually piles of books, and currently there are four piles and a comic that is not part of any pile, a box of tissues, two plants, my water bottle and usually some snacks. Between the two plants, there is a small weather station, that I use exclusively to see the time and temperature, but that also gives informations about things such as humidity percentage or atmospheric pressure. My switch and some games are often on the table as well, otherwise I'll forget their existence for a few months. All of that is generally aligned together and located to the right of the table, leaving the left part almost empty.

If I'm writing during the day, I'll sit on the couch facing the table, meaning that I will also see the rest of the living room. The blue armchair on the left of the coffee table. In the left corner there is a small dinner table, and next to that another plant. On the wall facing me, I can see the two doors leading to my bedroom and my home office, each usually open. Between the two doors, there is a small vintage piece of furniture, that I got from my grandfather as well. It has two drawers in which I put all of my teas and on top of it, two more plants and some tea that I never put back in the drawer. On the right there is a bookshelve that is almost full and contains almost exclusively the books that I haven't read yet. On top of the bookshelve, there are four begonias that I often foget to water because it would require me to take a chair as I can't reach them right away. All of those orginiate from my cat's habit to try to cut my plants, but thankfully begonias can grow from a cutting easily.

If I write during the night, I'll mostly lay on the couch, with my legs resting and my back against one of the arm's, the coffee table on my right. When that's the case, I'll often have my cat laying on my either on my arms making it hard to type anything, or on my legs. In that case, I can see in front of me the small round table at the end of the couch, that has a salt lamp, an old typewriter that doesn't work anymore, the wifi box, and a small figurine on it. I'm also facing three large windows that lead to my (very small) balcony, and from that I can see the few herbs that are in the window boxes and I can see trees on the outside (there is a small park behind where I live so that's what I see). Oh and there is a platform for my cat stuck to one of the windows so sometimes I can see my cat there as well. Right now, it's raining outside, and the sky is grey (not a really dark grey, a lighter one though) and the window is open, so i can feel fresh air coming inside as well.

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[writteninthesewalls28]

France and football training

A/n: This work is part of the "be my valentine challenge" by @bemyvalentinechallenge for the day 12 prompt.

Summary: Sadie just changed High Schools any her first encounter with Josh, the american football player, is not the best…

Warnings: blood, curse words, not proof read

I hate new schools. Thankfully this was my first time going to a different school, but I´d never like it, that´s for sure.

Everyone, doesn´t matter in which class, is staring at you and the teachers want to hear you introduce yourself for the 5th time a day.

It was exhausting and humiliating.

And then, there were the students who asked stupid questions. "Why are you here?" "Do you like it here?" "You look younger than 15" "Do you have a boyfriend?". I was so sick of all of these question and people, so was very relieved when lunch time arrived and I had whole 40 minutes to spend some time alone.

So, I bought something to eat and immediately walked to the grandstand of the football field. At home, at my old high school, I always sat at that area during break and enjoyed the great view and the silence around me, apart from the few birds sitting on the trees.

Thankfully, I could do the same here. And there also was enough time to read in my new book I just bought two days ago.

I loved historical books ever since I had been a little child and my mom first told me about the french revolution. She read these stories to me over and over again, and now, I can read them myself.

So, I sat down on the highest bench on the grandstands and quietly enjoyed reading my Napoleon novel.

Peace, silence, book. That´s all I´ll ever need to be happy.

But suddenly, a big football hit my head and I fell against the hard, wodden headboard behind me.

"Owww!" I called out, slowly reaching to the back of my head and feeling warm blood on my hands. My blood.

I was bleeding.

I heard steps and suddenly a boy with curly, black hair sat next to me with a shocked look on his face.

"Oh. My. God. I´m literally so sorry. I didn´t see you sitting there. I just wanted to improve my throwings skills. Normally no one ever comes here." he took a look at the back of my head. "I´d better come with you to the principals office, you should get that checked in the hospital."

I saw his gaze focusing on my book, which I still held in my hands. "History, huh? Bet we could make some." The boy said to me with a cheeky grin on his face and quickly helped me stand up. "I´m Joshua by the way. Let me help you."

"I don´t need help." I said, not even bothering to tell him my name. Boys are stupid little creatures that nobody needs, I would never tell my name to any of them. I walked past him, already in the middle of the stairs when my books fell out of my hands and Joshua picked it up from the ground

"Alright France, let´s just hope you won´t faint from all that blood loss." He said, handing me my book. He seemed to be a rather smart one, since he immediately knew the words "Napoleon" and "war" are connected to France.

"I won´t. Thanks for worrying though. And be careful with that ball next time." And then I walked off.

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"Hey France! Thought you didn´t want to be hit with a ball again."

This. Guy. I just wanted to enjoy my book and hoped he would not be there again. HE was the one who hit me last time and because of him, I had to go to the hospital. I thought he learned something.

"Well, you were the one hitting me, weren´t you?" I responded. I wouldn´t leave this place, I just wanted to read and have a good time with myself, alone.

"I can´t look out for you when I´m training. So you either leave, or I can´t garantee you are not gonna be hit again." He was getting on my nerves, really badly.

"I won´t leave. Better watch out, or I´m gonna tell the principal that there´s a strange guy hitting me with a ball." I hoped this would make him leave me alone, but he was too stubborn.

"You have absolutely no right to that. I was at this school at this place before. So, I´d say you better leave really fast."

I could fight with him any day. But I had enough now. So I stood up from my bench and left. It wasn´t fair.

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"How about you leave today? I already left the other two times!" I said to Joshua. We are seriously having the same argument again and again. He still doesn´t know my name, and to be honest, I started to feel a little bad for him.

But he did not deserve any information about me.

"Oh come on, France! You did it two times, I bet you can do it a third time."

I sighed and stood up.

I swear, this was the last time.

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"Hey, you!" I rolled my eyes and didn´t even bother to look up from my book.

Him, again. Why couldn´t he just leave me alone."France? Can you hear me? Or do I have to hit you with my ball again?"

I sighed and finally looked up to give him my attention so he would stop shouting at me. I promised myself I wouldn´t be the one leaving today, he already won this argument 4 times, that´s enough times to get his stupid ego higher than it already is anyways.

"What do you want Joshua?" My tone sounded even harsher than I expected it to sound like. But, it felt really satisfying to use so much sarcasm in my words. He deserved it.

"I want to give you two options." I already knew what he was going to say.

"I won't leave today. Forget about it." I didn´t even let him finish.

"Woah. Just let me talk for once. What I wanted to say… Either you leave now and leave me alone." I wanted to stop him from talking but he didn´t let me. "OR you are going to go on a date with me." He suddenly said.

"WHAT? Are you out of your mind?"

"No, I´m not. So, your choice? Are you leaving this place once and for all or going on a date with me?" he asked, having a totally ridiculous grin on his face.

I didn´t want to give him the satisfaction of me actually agreeing to the date, but… I also didn´t want to be the loser again and leave. The voice of my mom suddenly appeared in my mind, telling me to say yes and go on a date with him. Maybe he wasn´t even that bad.

"Okay, which day are we choosing?" I said, really enjoying the surprised and happy look on his face. Looks like he didn´t expect that answer.

"How about tomorrow?"

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I quickly made my way down to the football field where the players still stood. The date with me and Josh went very well, and well… I had my first kiss. We haven´t made it official yet, but he invited me to their first football game of the season and he told me to meet him and his team afterwards. He said: "I want you to see me really play and not only hitting you with the ball." and gave me the tickets for the game.

I hoped he had been as excited for this day as me. I had chosen my outfit very carefully even though I normally never cared about clothing at all (and my mom couldn´t stop laughing at my face when I asked her how to apply make up).

Thankfully they won the game and I could meet his teammates while they were all very happy about their successful game.

It was rather hard to spot him in such a big crowd, but then I saw his short, black hair and the blue tricot with the number "13" printed on it. I quickly ran over to him and he already saw me coming. "Sadie!" he shouted, waving to me. I had a big smile on my face when I reached him and wrapped my arms around his neck, which probably looked pretty hilarious because I was so much shorter than him.

"Good game!" I whispered in his ear and slowly let go of him. 10 pairs of eyes were staring at either me or Joshua and tried understanding this situation. It was the most funny thing I´ve ever seen in my life.

"Sadie, I want you to meet Jack, Hunter, Cole, Alex, Theo, Lewis, William, Christopher, Nate and Jamie." He pointed at each one of the guys and they all tried giving me a warm smile, but failed because their confusion took over, I had to try and hide my laugh. "Boys, this is Sadie… my girlfriend." …

Did he just-

oh my god!

He said girlfriend!

That means we´re officially a couple! I never felt that happy in my life, not even when my mom announced we´re gonna get a cat. Joshua looked at me with a rather terrified look on his face, as if he didn´t knew if I like that word. Silly boy, of course I did.

"Nice to meet you all, Josh told me a lot about y´all." That was a lie, on our date we only talked about history and the french revolution. Because, turns out, Josh is also very much interested in history.

"I have to go now, are we gonna talk later?" I asked Josh and when he gave me a nod, I walked off.

The moment I was leaving, I heard lots of questions thrown at Josh from the boys. "When did you meet?" "Why haven´t you told us?" "Who is she?" "Do you love her?" "Proud of you, bro!" Were only some of them.

Josh had been right all along, we did made some history already.

[fumikomiyasaki]

🎱 For any pair with any au you're in the mood for go wild!!

Alternative Universe

business Au

Many influencial companies have gathered at this event... Carmilla sighed holding her drink looking at all the newbie hopefull Company owners being one of the ones long enough in this business... however a glare shot over to the one currently gathering all the attention, Izar who has a small Financial Empire but slowly been on the rise with his deals and his charisma luring people in...

"Urgh this guy... can't stand him... things he can take customers away from me but I am sure I can make more than him this year."

"My my, if that isn't my dearest rival, what a pleasant glare you have on your face."

It was like the spotlight was on her, as if he lured the crowd to look at her and play close attention.

"You heard me right, our company will outdo yours by a long shot, just cause you won last year doesn't mean anything, you Amateur."

"Feisty, well this will make my victory even funner.~"

The Banter gathered all the attention in the room eventually however the company leaders were too busy with themselves as Carmilla saw Izar walked off the Hallway with a drink in his hand, having a sly smirk on his face. She followed after him, saying the excuse she has to go to the bath room before eventually after a while of tracking him down she got pulled away by him to a corner where nobody could see them, pulling his arms around her hips.

"You kept your Role well, miss CEO... the whole room was talking about us."

She sighed and accepted a steamy kiss with him, tugging on his suit.

"These fools really believe it... and we profit from the whole rivalry talk... the plan was a good idea from the both of us."

"Say once this show is over, how about I arrange you a car, my Son probably be happy about seeing you as well and... we could have a night of rest for now."

"Is this another trick to get me to work less? If so I am all for it."

Many magazines had these two stated as fated Rivals, the biggest fiercests battles in business practises, yet... nobody knew they were actually lovers filling each others bags with money... using charisma, looks and charm to get what they want.

Prisoner x Executioner Au

A weak chuckle escape Yuzuha as he looked at his cuffs.... imprisoned despite many starting a rebellion against his execution.... sure he killed someone of noble blood... but someone who also has done terrible things to the people of his country... the people were on his side... but the Royalty was not. He noticed some black boots and a cloaked figure enter the room.

"So you are the excutioner, hmm.. they picked someone beautifull at least?"

"You may call me Elise.... you are curious, prisoner."

He scoffed. "I don't fear death... I acheived my goals... you can do with my head what you want."

"Empty... you really are an interesting one... alas let me bring you to the event."

She undid the chains of the wall and pulled him along by his cuffs to follow her... many ill fated criminals layed in this prison... many of them probably for good reasons too... she noticed his eyes still barely show an reaction to any of it... marching on to the excecution side... the crowd booed and protested... many claimed to free Yuzuha... or free the angel of revenge... Elise herself was hit by a tomato before flinging it back to the receiver as she readied the guillotine...

"Attention... this prisoner may have been convicted for murder but... let this be a lesson to you..."

She pulled her hood back up before working a magic smell...

"Executioners do not accept false justice."

As she said that suddenly the whole wodden stage started burning as Yuzuhas cuffs opened to his surprise and Elise grabbed his arm.

"What are y-"

"You have chance to run right... lets see if fate judges you or in the end I will."

His empty eyes had a sudden shimmer loose shimmer looking up at her as he took her hand... maybe there was something worth living for and following.

[max-the-many]

'body a day #2' day 7: sadness

He had this glow the moment I first saw him, the draw to him, a source that made me see him, wanting to be with him although he tried to cover it up.

But the more I knew him, the more I saw it, the more he showed it, shared it, trustfully, led me to be there for him, to have him smile.

And in one part I seem to conquer it in small moments when I discovered this relic, it's properties, scary at first, but oh so impactful as we learned to use it over the years.

I saw it in a small, public library. A, unassuming wodden pole, displayed openly in a seperate area of a public library. Without thinking of it I took it for closer inspection. It felt strange, fascinating although it just was a simple stick. But as I turned around in thought there was that guy I seemed to have touched by accident. And the moment that happened he fell to the ground in a pile of clothes and... empty material! I freaked out! Nearly screaming! But then gathered that pile of rubbery material in an act of helplessness rushing to the restrooms.

Why didn't I call for help? I didn't do nithing wrong, didn't do it on purpose! But something about this fascinated me as much as it scared me, the pole still in my hand like it speaked to me.

So I picked that guy up in the savety of the restroom cabin. He looked like a suit! Hollow eyes looking at me, naked from his hips down as his pants fell down. And I felt guilty as I sensed my excitement.

'Put him on' I thought. 'Your ment to do that! That pole chose you! Displayed openly there is no way something like that happened before. So that should mean something, shouldn't it?'

But I couldn't. So I sneaked out, went home, not able to think of anything else but this. I ended up sitting besides that hull, spread on my bed when I heared the door.

I wasn't able to talk up until Miles stepped into the bedroom, condfused as he saw that thing besides me. Stuttering I tried to explain. And after a initial shock, he seemed to develop the same curiosity as me.

Relieved I ended up besides him "then do it" he said "or should I?"

A look into my eyes answered this question. So he stepped forward, pulled that husk out of the upper clothes he still wore. I could clearly see the reaction in Miles crotch as I couldn't deny such myself.

After another questioning look he started to undress, me stepping in, wanting to be with him, helping him undress before we further inspected that hull.

There was an opening at it's back that was covered before. Or did it even just open?

So Miles stepped in, put that thing on like a rupper suit, slid into the legs, pulled it up to his hips, the arms as I got them up. And with a gentle kiss I pulled the mask over his face.

My heart raced as his face vanished, as those hollow slids showed his eyes when his whole body started to twitch, to shift, adjusting to that hull! And after a brief moment there was nothing left of Miles. Where it showed like miles wearing the suit before he fully transformed into the statue of that guy, finally opening his eyes, no longer showing those blueish rounds I was so familiar with.

And as he stepped to the mirror, a flood of relieve filled my body as he smiled like I didn't saw him smile for quite a while...

[sanjisblackasswife]

Zoro Taking Care of You (FLUFF)

@roronoaswifey ❤️

Black Fem Reader

CW: Established Relationship, Mentions of stomach pains ig, Clueless YetSoft!Zoro

I dont usually like posting on Sundays but why tf nat.

“Where is she?”

Zoro kept mumbling through the entire Sunny looking for you. You usually were under him or he under you when he woke up from his afternoon nap, but you weren’t and it made the boy a bit upset.

Cranky at best.

Maybe even pissy. But don’t tell him that, he would never admit he relies on you to take a proper nap.

“What the hell could she be?”

He grumbled around, heavy feet hitting the wodden floors of the entire ship until he back tracked hearing your voice from a cracked door.

“He—“

There you were, in the fetal position, holding your tummy, your legs keep moving up and down against each other as if that could possibly soothe the consistent pain you’ve been feeling for what seems like HOURS.

You looked a mess, felt a mess, and seeing your big boyfriend look at you with a contorted expression didnt help.

“Zooooooo.” You whined throwing your arm up weakly, motioning him to come closer, you felt a bit conflicted though, you hated to have your man see you like this, so weak, so helpless, and just wanted to die at that point.

Little did you know Zoro hated whenever you got like this every month.

He usually keeps his distance, you’re a bit moodier and don’t like to be bothered, but this was different, you really were in a different kind of pain and without much words being exchanged he cautiously walked over to you, his big warm palm rested on your thigh.

“You um…you okay?”

“Do I look fuckin—-“ You couldn’t even finish your irritated snap back a sharp pain already knocked the wind out of you, causing you to spill out a whimper.

Zoro groaned, rolling his eyes, not because he didn’t care but because even in discomfort you still wanna be a little smart ass.

“Move over.”

“I can’t….ZOOOO!”

Without thought you felt his big bare strong arms curl around your body, to lift you and place you on the other side of the bed, throwing off his shirt Zoro wraps his arms around you again to place on his soften chest.

You wasn’t sure why, maybe it was his scent, the way his hand was rested on your arm rubbing up and down so softly against your skin, or maybe it was the small forehead kiss against your soft curls, but Almost in an instant you felt like crying, and due to your hormones that’s what you did.

“WHA-WHY ARE YOU CRYING I DIDN’T HURT YOU!?”

His panic ALMOST made you laugh, but you held it in to look up at his worried eyes, with the last bit of strength you had you touched his flustered cheek to kiss it. Feeling his face relax a bit from the sheer fear that was in his face.

“You didn’t. Thank you…”

Zoro looks at your tired eyes. Your body was used to sleeping against his that his warm immediately made you sleepy, he gently pushes your head back down into his neck.

Your boyfriend turns to your mirror beside your bed, seeing your sleeping figure, one of your legs over his, like you guys usually sleep, face lightly frowning due to subtle pains arising again, he looks at your hand pressed against your lower tummy and replaces it with his giant warmer one. He notices your face starting to soothe and he smirks, rubbing small circles against you.

He kept staring at you. Your face so soft, so gorgeous in his eyes, dammit he didn’t know what to do with you, if he could he’d just keep you inside his pocket to protect you from everything, and if he could; your cramps as well.

He looked back down, your lips just inches from his he notices your pretty plumped lips , he just couldn’t help himself from giving it a light peck, cheeks beginning to turn red hoping you wont catch him in the act as he still rubs your belly.

“Feel better, mama…”

[banzaitaka]

Can i request jojos from part 1 to 5 having a s/o thats basically like childe( tartaglia) from genshin impact?

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I feel like I've seen smore (genshin character) like reader than any other ogrids0fgou not a bad thing, just an observation

jgfodsijgfoid watch me regret making this into scenarios dsijfosjf

M sorry, Josuke and Giorno barely got any sentences, so I decided to cut them out

(1) Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

TW: tiny mention of blood in Joseph's & Jotaro's part

Jonathan Joestar x gn! reader

Joseph Joestar x gn! reader

Jotaro Kujo x gn! reader

Family

Someone could list off all dark traits about you, all the violence, all the mischief, all betrayal, and still, Jonathan would look at you with eyes that hold nothing, but love. He believes actions don't determine good or bad, but instead the reasoning behind them, as well as the person's feelings.

A thief isn't automatically a bad person, for example, they might be starving or try to save someone with medicine.

He didn't see any reason to put you with the bad people. While your ways might seem kind of...unnecessarily brutal at times, what's in your heart has become clear to him.

The way you care for your family...the first time he witnessed you playing with a relative way younger than you, he could feel his heart melt. Jonathan did not hesitate to agree to play along with the image you put up infront of your family. After all, you do it to keep them safe, to keep them happy and with no worries.

Although, he does talk to you about it from time to time. Because on the other side, even though your intentions cause no direct harm towards them, they're your family. And they deserve to know what your're going through. For your sake as well.

But he is in no place to tell you what to do, hence why he plays along and only ever gives you little nudges.

The lenghts you go to protect your family is admirable to him and he would not hesitate to jump in to assist if it was ever needed.

After all, you would do the same.

Trick Up Your Sleeve

"(Y/N)!!"

Your enemy panted, forcing out a chuckle, "Got you at last..."

Joseph was watching you crash into a wrecked hut, a good distance away. Ceasar was doing his best to hold him back from barging in your direction, "Don't involve yourself, it's (Y/N) battle to fight!"

Grinding his teeth, the brunette continued to stare, eyes looking for you. He knew this fight was personal, part of your duty, and something you genuinely enjoyed, but he wouldn't dare letting you get hurt beyond repair.

That's when the wodden planks of the hut started to shake, light illuminating through the gaps. They gasped, almost choking on the blood in their mouth. You broke free with a roar, sending the planks flying in all directions. Joseph's breath got caught in his throat. He took in your form...You were much bigger, looking almost inhuman with the mask planted on your face. Was this really you??

"What the hell is going on!?"

"It's the last trick up their sleeve.", Ceasar explained calmly, finally letting go of the other, "I don't know the details myself, only that they rarely actually use it."

It was over.

Your enemy was frozen from shock, all the color left their face. They could barely hold themself up from all the blows they already recieved.

And you...You looked perfectly fine, steadily walking up to them while drawing your weapon once again.

You chuckled, "We've known eachother for years. He saw me use it maybe three times in total? Really, it's nothing personal, buddy."

"What the heck was that thing you were doing!? Why didn't you tell me about that before!? I'm your boyfriend! You gotta tell me!", Joseph was all over you, kneeling beside the couch you were laying on. You were still feeling extremely drained, but you stopped panting at least, "You don't just reveal your biggest weapon.", you replied with a smug smile.

Joseph pouted, leaning closer to your face, "Then how does Ceasar know about it?"

The brunette crossed his arms as he leaned back again, "I guess it was a cool plot twist.", he grinned, "Just wait, I'll leave you surprised, absolutely baffled next time we face a foe!"

And it became a challenge to both.

Violence

While this is not the language Jotaro prefers to speak, violence plays a huge part on the mission to save his mother. And you, his partner, happen to speak that language fluently. You've been dubbed bloodthirsty by numerous students in your school, leaving those who only knew you by your less dark side in confusion.

Your fight spirit paired with your experiences gives Jotaro enough reason to be able to depend on you. You could control yourself when you needed, and knew when you could let loose to dispose of your enemies quick. You were on a time schedule after all.

Instead of answering you, he let himself sink to the floor next to you, and let you lean against him. A sigh fell from your lips as silence was about to arise, "I know this is different from what you used to see from me. I mean- more extreme.", you tilted your head to look up at him again, "Do you still want to be with me?"

The sound of your panting used to be foreign to your boyfriend, but he grew acustomed to it during the trip to egypt. The joy on your face was an odd sight, giving the situation. He managed to look past that, however. He knew you cared.

You chuckled as you looked up to him from your position on the floor, "That was quite fun, wasn't it?"

Jotaro glanced at you from out of the corner of his eye, "You should rest and wipe the blood off your face."