#fight for our home

[ask-healthy-light]

Fight for Our Home

No matter how immense and sudden the change was for both of us, nor how much I rebelled against him for the first few years, I do not remember a single moment that Pa- I mean, Jarl Dark treated me as anything less than an equal, be it at home, in training, in our daily lives, or even during battle.

The day that I first truly understood how dearly Dark cared for me and Dusk was the latter of these moments, when I opened my eyes to look upon a blanket of white clouds. Countless snowflakes floated down to land on my face, but I did not yet know why I still felt warmth, despite the wind and snow.

My blurred vision diminished as I started to come to my senses, when I realised that the warmth had spread to my right hoof. I sat upright to look over my body, when I found that both my coat and the snow-covered ground around me had been stained dark red, and I found a gash across my entire chest.

Fortunately, it had solidified, and was no longer bleeding, and I breathed a sigh of relief, when I heard the unmistakable sound of clashing metal close by. I did not know the peril I was in, until I turned to face whence the sound came, only to see Dark standing mere hooves away, wielding his axe.

It felt like I was looking at him swinging his broadaxe with both hooves for an eternity, and I did not understand what was going on, until my stained hoof brushed against the hilt of my sword. In an instant, I remembered the bridge we were defending, the advancing army, and the blade that hurt me.

Biting through the pain as best I could, following in his hoofsteps, I grabbed my sword, and slowly rose from the ground to stand by his side once again. With my buckler on one arm and my sword in my hoof, I narrowly managed to parry another Stallion's greatsword that nearly struck him in his side.

A mere moment later, after I had defeated the Stallion, and pushed his lifeless body into the river far below us, did Dark see me by his side, and he froze where he stood. I was concerned that he had been hit, and I asked him if he was all right, to which he merely dropped his axe, and embraced me.

Yet again, I could feel my coat becoming wet, but when I heard Dark's breathing quickened, and felt his embrace tighten as his voice started to break, I knew it was not because of a wound. Only after he told me he thought I had been slain did I realise it was the tears he wept that stained my coat.

By the grace of the Heavens above, not a single Pony dared to cross the bridge for as long as I was in Dark's embrace. Only after Dark let go of me, and nodded with teary eyes and a euphoric smile on his face, did somepony approach us again, quivering in fear as they slowly stepped onto the bridge.

It was clear to us both that the Pony now in front of us, clad head to hoof in armour, and wielding a great weapon, had seen far too few winters to be here. When Dark picked up his axe, he caused the Young Stallion to quiver even more, until he quietly told him to lay down his arms, and to go home.

The rest of the force, who were all unfit for battle, surrendered, and Dark stepped towards them to ask what they needed, so he could see what they could spare. As he led the few surrendered soldiers back to town, I saw past the great warrior I admired, and saw the noble Pony Dark was trying to be.

After the last soldiers left, we were just glad to return home to find Dusk sound asleep.

I know Dark remembers when he was in their place, fighting for his own home, and those he loved…

(Thanks for reading this bonus! If you'd like a story of your own, feel free to send a request!)

Featuring: Morro, Dark and Dusk from @askdarkpony

[proxycrit]

What if I redesigned some horses to fit MY favorite narrative trope: fallen gods and forgotten myths of old? Anyways.

Twilight’s mentor is a strange one. In a world of twilit planes forever shrouded in mystery, the older unicorn Lest and her adopted student Twilight are one in many common travelers, migrating the pitted wastelands and eeking survival within settlements that spring up around the glowing meteor shards. Despite living with Lest for the last four years, Twilight can’t help but seek answers to where her brother has gone— and in the process, perhaps dig a bit too deeply into the complexities of gods far older and dangerous then she can truly fathom.

On the otherhand, Celestia “Lest” Sol is having a terrible millenium. Her sister is no longer her sister, her student teleported herself halfway across the continent, and she got herself kidnapped by an old rival trying to attune with the elements of harmony to overthrow the current ruler of Equestria.

At least she gets a toxic yuri moment.

Meanwhile, Chrysalis is having a great time. She’s got kingdoms to conquer and people to feed and a waning god to taunt.

(The Selene Grace hates the sun monarch they deposed five centuries ago as they stay chained to their post, keeping the lunar and solar bodies from crashing into each other. Luna misses her sister, and the easier world where they haven’t hurt each other beyond reparation. Nightmare Moon misses their monstrosity, trapped in a host who’s grief has poisoned them with empathy.

Things are bound to tip. The celestial bodies are not bodies, but prisons, and the amalgamations we call alicorns the key. And something desperately wants to be freed…)

Anyways:

My mane 6 redesign here!

And my luna and celestia redesigns here!

[choccy-milky]

the place me and my roommate were supposed to move into today was so disgusting and uninhabitable we just took our stuff and left and now we're gonna be staying at airbnbs and hotels until further notice/until we can find a new place hopefully quickly...........im in my homeless drifter era y'all!!!😍😍so if im not as active then thats why LMFAO

1 like = 1 prayer

[flamingpudding]

Phantom home alone

A/N: I blame having read a couple of post of the batkids doing that. And my brain went, let's have Danny do that too! I am sure someone might have thought of that already tho...

Danny clutched the screw driver in his head and looked proudly at what he had build on a short noticed. Sure Tucker had notified him that someone was looking into his person, but he had not thought that whoever that was would come snooping around his home this soon. Espacially when he was supposed to be on a home visit to his parents that he had to cancel last minute for a collage project.

Well, it's too bad for those who are trying to sneak into his home. Danny was the son of a pair of the most inventive and creative inventors of Amity that made laser blasters out of toasters. Additionally he was a half ghost with a large variety of powers as well as someone who had the definition of mischief as daughter/sister.

Besides, he always wanted to get his own chance on doing his own version of home alone. His parents security system just never let him do that. That reminded him, should he see if he can bring to live and convince the hotdogs in his fridge to fight with him?

The Bats and Birds just wanted to make sure that this new kid in Tim's college classes was not as suspicious as he appeared to be. Really, if that kid hadn't off handedly commented about the basic components of fear gas while in Tim's presence he might never have gotten onto their radar.

Of course, as paranoid as they were, they had to scoop out the teens' place when they knew he wasn't around. They did not expect the apartment to fight back. And are those hotdogs wielding forks and knives as weapons?!

[bakudekublogblog]

the funniest part about coming to mha late, was I knew bkdk was extremely controversial and had seen some of the discourse about from the outside, so when I finally decided to watch it I was shocked to discover just how much of the plot revolved around izuku having a huge crush on kacchan

[marzipanandminutiae]

"fictional siblings are so fake- REAL siblings hate each other!"

skill issue. my sister is the best. I have loved her so much as long as I can remember, and she loves me, and if anyone ever tried to meddle with her I would simply incinerate them

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

thinking about the czech anthem in comparison to the majority of other national anthems and we truly are the poor little meow meow of countries

[janebonbon]

[orion-archives]

Asexuals on their way to fight against the bot invasion on the tag:

[sulky-cabbage]

I'm convinced Kashimo is supposed to be the representative of gojo's inner feelings and thoughts.

For a number of reasons..

Reason number 1:

The similar appearance.

The fact that making two characters look similar is a very common way for mangakas to indicate that these characters have the same values and the same way of thinking or even a similar role (or a character arc).

An example that comes to mind is Bakugo and Kudo from my hero academy:

This happens A LOT in anime & manga and I'm pretty sure that gege wanted us to think of Gojo whenever we see Kashimo.

Interesting colors Gege👀

With blue eyes, and the the kanji for purple cloud in his surname

He even has the frog face

TWINS

Reason number 2:

I think Kashimo is basically Gojo but with more freedom, he can be feral whenever he wants and he even kills people.

And that's why he always ends up expressing what we know Gojo is thinking but isn't speaking out loud.

And once you see it you can't unsee it.

Here are some examples:

Gojo appears to be having such a great time, that Yuji wonders if he's thinking of Megumi at all. and Kashimo Starts acting as though he's relieving Satoru of the guilt of enjoying himself in this situation???

(This panel is actually what opened my third eye and made me theorize that maybe Kashimo is meant to tell us what Satoru isn't saying)

And I wasn't disappointed with the next chapters...

He's the only one that gets Satoru here.

Also there's this interesting thing here:

"Kashimo vs Sukuna!! Facing off in their true forms!!"

I find it interesting that Sukuna only turned into his true form after he killed Satoru...

It's like he only came forth after Satoru's "true" form (Kashimo) came out idk idk.

And the fact that he used the weapon Yorozu gave him on Kashimo. Hmmm

Reason number 3:

Gege always draws a connection between them.

Satoru's fight and Kashimo's are treated as one..

After Satoru died; the Kashimo fight starts immediately, and he gets killed in two chapters.

He gets to talk about love and loneliness with Sukuna after he died (we didn't get that with gojo it went to Kashimo)

The fight of the strongest is over.

We cut to Kenjaku's fight.

Gege literally made a character whose only goal was to fight Sukuna then he killed him in a single chapter.

That tells me gege only made him for that conversation about love 🤷‍♀️

The conclusion:

(This is what made me make this post in the first place 🤭)

If we accept that Kashimo is the representative of Gojo's inner self then...

We can safely assume that Gojo would've thought the following regarding Sukuna's true form:

(He's Using a special kind of visual prowess too...)

Think about it...

What Kashimo was saying about people being like dirt to him was kind of bad.

If that was truly how Gojo views people then I bet he was feeling guilty about it, no wonder he didn't say that shit to anyone.

He told Geto he views them as a flower. Satoru I love you T_T

(Gojo relating more to curses than humans walk with me) that's why he gets freaky with them.

But Viewing humans as nothing, and on top of that admiring the king of curses??? and calling him Perfection??? Beautiful even???

Nah.. Nanami was right this mf Satoru is a jujutsu pervert😭😭

Like.....

This is the conversation they were having after they saw him fight...

Gege Why are you bringing it up now indeed

Hmmmmmmmm

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[manasurge]

Just a bit of lore relevant vent art (with terrible proportions bc apparently I mess that up horribly when I'm tired ugh. Watch me regret posting this tomorrow. The head size is already driving me mad bc it's too big, and I can feel myself wanting to abort this mission already) of Mourynn just, lying down on top of one of those large elevated Pale Tree roots far above the Grove (and far away from everyone else), and during the time between the early years and before the Personal story. Caithe is gone (Destiny's Edge), Wynne is gone (bc well, y'know...), even Faolain is gone (bc of Caithe in DE), and she's just feeling miserable, lost, and alone. (Her hair is in between her sapling hair and the Zhaitan hair, so it's grown out a bit bc she's depressed, and she's meant to be in the new outfit she designed, but I'm in the process of redesigning it a bit, so I've made a few tentative changes for now. Her collar is now just an extension of her clavicle leaves which can be put up like a collar, or can be draped down over her shoulders or back)

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Ha ha ha

Let me in

LET ME IN

[motherfucker-somewhat-limited]

This exchange between Antares and Tattletale in 13.6 perfectly encapsulates how Victoria's entire attitude towards capes comes from a point of privilege and why, in turn, she's so goddamn annoying to me so much of the time.

For a person whose entire life was crafted around capes, Victoria was remarkably untouched by the damages of being a parahuman, up until Leviathan and the Slaughterhouse Nine. From the moment she triggered, she had the support of a nuclear and extended family (ignoring the fucked up dynamics therein since they didn't become fully apparent until S9 anyway). She went to school and had friends and a boyfriend. She joined the Wards, a government-regulated institution that was basically a parahuman work-study program for kids. Her earliest encounters with villains were hand-picked to be age- and ability-appropriate. Caping, to her, was equal parts performance and intellectual exercise.

And then you have Lisa: teen runaway, whose career - for lack of a better word - as a cape began when an underground criminal mastermind decided to use her and a group of other equally struggling teens as pawns in his long-running game. Lisa didn't get to choose who she fought against; when she met Taylor, the Undersiders were being pitted against Lung, for fuck's sake. If she decided she wanted to step back from being a cape for any reason, Coil would've had her thrown out on the street at best and straight up killed at worst.

During that pause after the "wriggling pieces" comment, was she thinking about Dinah, kidnapped and drugged and kept as a pet precog? Was she thinking about Alec and the rest of the Heartbroken, the horrible things they had done to them and were forced to do simply because of the circumstances of their birth? Was she thinking about the schoolkids forced to join the ABB? Was she thinking about Noelle? Was she thinking about Bonesaw, who was drafted into the Slaughterhouse Nine when she was six fucking years old?

To Victoria, kids being chopped into wriggling pieces was something reserved for only the most heinous S-class threats, while to Lisa, it's not too far removed from the grim realities of being a cape that she's been immersed in from day 1. And to Victoria, who had the blinders on for so long and has been so conditioned to care about the squeaky clean image, bringing up those grim realities is a bitchy, underhanded move and not just like an acknowledgment of how fucked up the world is.

Victoria is so accustomed to being on the high road that she thinks viewing things from anyone else's perspective means she's lowering and debasing herself, and that anyone operating on a different level from her is dealing low blows on purpose and not because they were forced to by external circumstances.

[naomiknight-17]

Not naming names but one of my visiting relatives yesterday made a comment about referring to black people as 'Silverbacks'

And I was like, "If you call someone a gorilla, I think they should tear your arms off like one"

His laughter died. He did not make further racist comments

[luvbloggingandreblogging]

Something About Jason Todd In The Future I Guess

Jason Todd, in the eyes of the world at large, is a mildly successful author who lives on his father’s trust fund. He is in the minority of his siblings to have a college degree, and he was missing for a significant period of time, presumed dead. He is 28 years old, and he spends his nights grappling from rooftops as part of a flock of colorfully dressed birds, striking fear into their lawless, beautiful city.

He is the Red Hood. He protects the parts of the city many glance over.

He is the only bird in this flock with fresh blood on its talons.

Two of his younger siblings are birds of prey who have learned to eat nuts and seeds. He is a songbird who has learned to hunt.

He does not do so carelessly.

It has taken him the better part of a decade, but he has learned the ways he is different to his siblings. To his father.

For them, killing would be easy.

For him, it is never easy.

He feels the blood of each body on his hands. He knows the story behind each one. This does not paralyze him, as it would his older brother, or deaden him, as it would his younger brothers.

Each person he kills has a life. Each bloody body tells a story.

He was one of those stories, once, after all. 

But every person he saves has a life, too. And every story has to end sometime. 

The Red Hood kills. It is a tool, one of many in his arsenal. Once, it might have been his tool of choice, but he knows better, now.

This flock knows better than anyone, after all, that there are worse things than death.

[writingsbychlo]

spiders are fucking foul and i hate them and i don’t care about the stupid poem they’re dead on sight if they enter my fucking house