#how to remove wart

[chewablepebbles]

I hate doing my own dressings 😭😭 why can't I have a pretty femme cleaning my wounds while I look out a window

[toyourliking]

i was trying to think of how to explain how i feel after having top surgery like for sure i’m happy they’re gone and i feel better about my body but it’s like nothing physically has changed??

like sure i had some balance issues at first (getting 4kg removed from your chest will do that) but it’s like this has always been the natural state of my body. not having breasts doesn’t feel strange, it feels normal, i don’t feel like anything is missing. idk i was already so divorced from my breasts that they were barely part of my body anyway

[iliketohavesexwithrobots]

is it acceptable to DIY sew an awake dog's open wound shut with barely-sterile tools and an assistant whos not wearing any gloves. do you think that is perhaps risky. do you think that if i, the gloveless assistant, had a similar gash, i should have you DIY sew it shut. while we're both lying on the kitchen floor. and your assistant, who is not me, because im the one being operated on here (and if there were two of me you should just put the wounded one down), is gloveless

[deepikashomeopathygaurcity]

Type of Warts: Recognition and Treatment

Warts can appear in various forms, and understanding them is essential for proper treatment. Type of Warts include common warts, plantar warts, and flat warts, each requiring different approaches. Recognizing these types helps in choosing the right treatment for effective removal. With the right care, warts can be treated safely, restoring healthy skin.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Grass

Debut: Super Mario Bros. 2

Hey guys! Did you know that Super Mario Bros. 2 was originally a reskin of a game called Puck-Man, but they changed the name so people wouldn't vandalize the cabinets and make it say Q*bert? Anyway here's Grass

I hope you like Grass. I hope there are some ruminants among our readers who get so hyped upon seeing a depiction of grass. But I don't care about the grass itself. I care about what's underneath... Funny Vegetables! The kind to throw at a Shy Guy or a Tweeter! Let's look at each Vegetable's NES and SNES design, and discuss them!

Turnip is the most iconic of the These Vegetables. Not the most iconic vegetable, but the most iconic Mario Vegetable. It's the main one that gets referenced, reappears as of Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker, and is even part of Peach's Smash moveset! Where they make even more variants that I don't feel like getting into here for the sake of post length. I quite like Turnip's classic brow(s), though they would be removed, along with the mouth, in future iterations. Such is brand identity.

In Minion Quest and Bowser Jr.'s Journey, Shy Guys' main method of attack is throwing turnips! I like that a lot. It references their debut and is just a very whimsical thing!

I would expect to pull up a turnip from the ground, but lookie here! A couple of Fruits. It's unclear if these are pumpkins or bell peppers, and they come in red and green, which are both options for both fruits! Neither of the options, however, grow underground, so maybe they were playing hide-and-seek. It would explain their surprised expressions! They thought that was such a good hiding place, and it was! Also, I am not averse to calling these fruits vegetables. "Vegetable" is just a culinary term, referring to a part of a plant that we eat! Every fruit is a vegetable. Blueberry pie is a Vegetable Dessert. Words are fun!

Beet is the happiest vegetable we've seen so far! But oddly thin. I hope it's not malnourished! If it is, it's still optimistic, and that's commendable. Maybe it's happy because it was voted Most Likely To Be Pickled in the vegetable high school year book! (Cucumber was homeschooled)

Beet was so thin, and now Parsnip is so wide! It feels like their colors should have been swapped, maybe. But a Parsnip Muncher would delight in having so much more to munch here! A parsnip you could eat like an apple! I am not sure what Parsnip is thinking, with its very neutral expression. If I had a nickel for every time I couldn't tell what a parsnip was thinking, I'd be rich!

Tomato is my favorite! It's SO happy! The biggest smile around! So happy to be a tomato! Maybe it's thinking about how everyone loves tomatoes and how versatile they are! Maybe it's happy because THIS fruit is never buried underground- this and the following vegetable only appear from the Dream Machine during the final boss battle against Wart. I guess Wart doesn't like tomatoes. So not everyone does... but phooey to him, because he's a Bad Guy! We goody two shoeses love Tomato!

Finally, last but not least, is a quite interesting vegetable! This one is a bit mysterious, a bit ambiguous. Ambiguous whether it's an onion or a garlic. Ambiguous whether it's wearing thick glasses, or it has wide, pupilless eyes. I'm going to claim this vegetable as non-binary, and also establish "onion/garlic" as a binary. And then all humans will become non-binary...! What I can be sure of is that this allium looks like a nerd. "According to my calculations, my presence serves to enhance the flavor of any culinary delight!" Ok, dork! I love you.

So these have been Vegetables! I hope you liked them! And I also hope you like them in real life, That's Health! This post was funded and approved by the FDA. Can I say that? What are they going to do about it? Sue me? Kill me? Hopefully neither!

[bobbie-robron]

Robron Fanfiction Recommendations (Dec-2024)

The below were recommended on the Voldemort site and 🦋 during December 2024

As the sun rises (2020) 31.5K words, softlyspoken

Post reunion 3.0, Sebastian POV. Sebastian is 13 years old when Aaron attempts to see his son but that woman continues to block him until Sebastian runs off for few hours returning to find Aaron and Robert there. Willing to get to know the two, Sebastian decides to stay with them for a week at the Mill. There he sees for himself how devoted and attached the two are to each other (Aaron even dumped his last boyfriend Reggie soon after Robert returned from prison) but that also Robert is struggling to cope with what he went through inside and his worthiness to be back with family. But for Sebastian it’s learning about the family he lost out on, warts and all, and accepting what Robert did isn’t who he truly was and still is…

Oh it’s such a shame for us to part (2016) 14.1K words, softlyspoken

Alternative canon for Nov-2015. Aaron spouts out venom toward Robert to reinforce to him what was said post-chicken run 2.0 that he hated him and that he wouldn’t care if he died. Those words soon haunt him as Chas, in her sleepwalking trance, stabs Robert (instead of Diane) and Aaron is beside himself trying to keep him alive until the ambulance arrives. Even with words of being sorry and loving Aaron, that doesn’t mean they’d be together. By the end, the two have a much needed clearheaded discussion where they go from there.

Come what may (2020) 18.4K words, anythingbutplatonic

Reunion 3.0. It’s been now months since Robert went to prison and Aaron’s just about to sign the divorce papers until the one and only DS Wise arrives with the worst news… Robert attempted to take his life. So what does Aaron do? Demand to know where Robert is and he hurries off to see his still husband. Along the way, Aaron realizes he missed all the signs of just how badly fractured Robert’s mental health was and prison only exacerbated those feelings. It’s gonna be a long road of recovery for Robert who feels unworthy, a burden and an unnecessary responsibility to Aaron.

Seat Fillers (2020) 5.1K words, Ok_To_Be_Me

Reunion 3.0. Aaron’s about to have ‘the talk’ with the bloke he’s been involved with, Marc (who brings in Liv as a back up to talk him around), when Robert shows up at his doorstep out of prison. Removing those that are not Robert, Aaron decides it’s time for a much needed chat with his soulmate which includes why he didn’t fight for him and where they go from there. In short, seat fillers fill an emptiness until the star of the show returns.

A hundred mini dreams and a healing scar (2020) 65.4K words sugdensrobert

Reunion 3.0. It’s seven months later and Robert is a free man because another victim came forward and because of the overcrowding in prison. While doubtful of returning to the village, he does so and to his surprise, Aaron wants him back (the same day) even though he hasn’t forgiven him for cutting him off. Aaron realizes right off the bat that Robert is not the same man… unsure of himself, feeling he isn’t worth it and not wanting to be a burden to him. But especially so, Robert had no support those seven months… and even before then… and Aaron’s determined to be there for him (and fight for him) when he wasn’t before.

Stay Awhile ‘verse series (2020) 24.2K words, exploring_in_space

AU. Two stories. Robert works for his father at Sugden Enterprises as a business operations manager in the logistics department. He’s determined to make Jack proud and that means 75 hour work weeks. On a day ending with more overtime, Robert winds up at a pub in a seedy part of town and it’s where he comes across Aaron. Aaron takes charge taking him to his home but is rubbed the wrong way when Robert tries to pay him. So there on out it’s about Robert’s struggle to accept who he is which affects how he handles Aaron over the course of months and whether it’s worth getting Jack’s acceptance after all. The second story is Aaron’s POV which includes Adam.

The universe series (2020) 16.4K words, Karla_Kattz

Single dad AU. Two stories. Since Sebastian saw a show about the moon and the stars, he’s become obsessed with all things about the universe. Robert decides to take him to the observatory to feed his interest. It’s where they meet Aaron who makes a great impression on Sebastian believing he’s a scientist because of the knowledge he shares. While entrepreneur Robert has no space for dating, boyfriends or even an affair, he still trades numbers with Aaron and so begins them getting to know each other. But his sister isn’t accepting of Aaron in case Sebastian gets hurt and Aaron himself hasn’t been above board about a certain part of his life which might put a dent in their growing relationship…

Ghosts of You (2020) 22.6K words, dirtylittlegreasemonkey

Reunion 3.0, year 2037. While in Leeds during Christmas, Aaron spots a lad and automatically just knows it’s Sebastian working in a coffee shop. It takes a couple of visits before the two actually talk and come to talking about Robert and Sebastian mentions finding him via LinkedIn having made a name for himself in a new business in Manchester. Sebastian is the first to contact Robert (but don’t expect any close relationship) and it’s from there where it takes over with Aaron seeking out Robert learning he’s involved with a woman. They take a chance at friendship for a few months. But can the hurts of the past be put in the past to allow them that one final chance at being truly happy… together?

The insubstantial shadows (2017) 15.3K words, thisissirius

Mythology AU. Robert and Aaron have been in another car accident which has landed Aaron once again in a hospital bed with Robert there nonstop. At a blink of an eye, Hades sits himself next to Robert. He’s about to have Robert take a harrowing journey through Hell literally in order to save Aaron from dying. Robert’s companions during this journey into his past includes Katie, his birth mum Pat and then later joined by Jack. As Robert continues to feel unworthy of being with Aaron (and determined not to look back) during this emotional sojourn, will he be able to face the most critical moment in his life to make sure Aaron lives or was he doomed to fail from the start?

[ravenwind-75]

Healing You, Healing Me for @stein0806

(my part of art trade)

“You know I can feel you watching me right?” Ominis sighed, sensing the presence of the small young woman watching him from behind the large plant in the Slytherin common room. 

Fio blushed bright pink and in her rush to scramble out from behind the plant she tripped over it and fell on her face, tipping the plant and spilling dirt all over the floor. Recently she had been cursed with a massive crush on the Gaunt boy and it had left her in quite a state. She hadn’t been able to sleep for days and couldn’t figure it out. She had decided maybe if she watched him for a while she would be able to determine why she had fallen so hard. The thing was Ominis was annoyingly very aware of her presence and now the tall gorgeous man was trying to help her off the floor making her all the more flustered. But she still took his hand shamelessly. 

“I-I’m fine Ominis, thank you very much. I just lost my balance. And I wasn’t watching you, I-I just came to ask you a question about- about potions. Yes, that was it!” She lied. 

Ominis’s lips curled up into a little smile at her rambling and how quickly she pulled her hand out of his as soon as he helped her up. He dusted the dirt from his robes before casting a cleaning spell which left no sign of her clumsiness which he had become quite used to. It was incredibly cute when she was like this, the usually very serious and quiet witch reduced to a rambling awkward mess. She was more talkative when she was comfortable with someone, something he had learned after he finally started to accept her presence due to Sebastian’s prodding. She was very witty, always with something sharp to say, so a loss of words was odd for her. 

“Is it about love potions? Did Garreth slip you one because if he did I can deal with him for you.”

“No, no, why do you think that?” Her voice was a little steadier now and a tad confused. 

Ominis was a bit relieved, but it also removed one of the reasons she could be acting this way. “Oh, that’s good to hear, Fi, but it just increases my concern. Are you sure you aren’t unwell?” 

“Why would I be unwell?” Fio asked, trying to fake normalcy but when he pressed the back of his elegant hand to her forehead, concern etched in his brow she was very unwell indeed. 

“You just haven’t been yourself lately. You’ve been clumsier than normal, lacking words, and very warm. I believe you got even more flushed just now. Are you sure it’s nothing?” 

Sebastian looked up from the book he was reading, a shit-eating grin stretching from one freckled cheek to the other. “Oh, I know exactly what's wrong with her Ominis, I could tell you.” 

It had to do with potions actually, brewing amortenia was what began her spiraling after what she smelled and Sebastian was practically bursting at the seams to tell since he figured it out. 

The look she shot him however made him quickly change his mind, a flicker of an electric warning in those usually calm hazel eyes. He knew that even at five feet, three inches she could still kick his ass. Never underestimate the quiet girl, especially the one who took on Ranrok. 

Ominis was left out of this visual conversation, so turned to Sebastian expecting an explanation for Fio’s abnormal behavior. Ominis could be quite the worry wart when it came to friends, especially for one he had been harboring secret affections for. But she needn’t know that. 

“What is it, Sebastian? What is wrong with her?” 

“Uhhhh….” Sebastian scrambled for an explanation as Fio pleaded with him silently to stay quiet about her crush. Of course, Sebastian knew about it, being her best friend since the previous year and being annoyingly curious, a trait that had only increasingly grown since he’d known her. Sometimes she told him he should have ended up in Ravenclaw, but he said his ambition was too great. However, his sharp mind was currently coming up short, knowing Ominis could practically smell a lie before it was even uttered. Finally, he just blurted the first thing he thought. 

“Fio was wondering if you’d like to go on one of her adventures with her this evening, but she’s just been overthinking it so much that she made up something else so you wouldn’t come.” 

The look Fio gave him promised retribution. 

Ominis tilted his head in her direction, his expression wary. “What sort of adventure are we talking about? Hopefully, it won’t involve dark magic and dank caverns. You do remember our talk don’t you Fio?” 

Yes, she did. It was when they agreed not to turn in Sebastian. She had argued that she was no better than Sebastian, having learned the dark arts using crucio on her enemies quite often. It didn’t matter if she was harming evil people, they were just as “ innocent” as Solomon. They were wrong in their ways but they still had people who cared about them, they deserved a chance. If Ominis didn't see her as a monster with so much blood on her hands, then why condemn Sebastian for just one murder, something he regretted when she did it willingly?

“Yes, I remember Ominis. I promise it doesn’t involve any dark magic or dank caverns. I know my ancient magic is strong enough. Plus I don’t think the animals I’m rescuing will want to be in any other dark or enclosed spaces than the ones they already will be in.” 

“What do you mean by that?”

“Poachers Ominis, she means poachers.” Sebastian piped up. 

“Poachers?!” Ominis’s voice was sharp. “Poachers are dangerous. You shouldn’t get tangled up with them. I thought you were done with that after Harlow went to prison.” 

Fio sighed. “If only that were true Ominis. But poachers don’t just stop because their leader is gone. I’ve been hunting them for months, just alone, so no one else gets hurt, and secretly.” She said glaring at Sebastian. How long had he known she’d been doing that? 

“That’s incredibly foolish Fio! You could be seriously injured, or killed.” Ominis chided. 

“Which is why you should go with her,” Sebastian said with a wink at Fio. “She needs a strong protector like yourself to keep her safe. You wouldn’t want her to be alone, all by herself out in the Highlands with no one else around.” He grinned as he saw her grow flustered at the thought. 

“I can fend for myself, Sebastian. Have you forgotten how powerful I am?” Fio frowned. 

“Of course not darling, I know you have it handled. Which is why I don’t have to do much when I follow you every night,” he smirked. His brown eyes sparkled in amusement at her shock.  

“You follow her?!” Ominis exclaimed, stealing the words out of Fio’s mouth. 

"Of course, I follow her. Like you said, she could get into trouble, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to our best girl. Plus, it's simply enjoyable watching her in action. She's so powerful and talented; it's great fun seeing her put those poachers in their place," Sebastian chuckled.

Fio glowered at him as he continued  “It's amazing to watch her,” he said with admiration, “it's like she's a different person when she's out there. She's so strong and so brave, and-” 

Fio was flushed with embarrassment by now, and rolled her eyes with a groan, trying to brush off the feelings of thanks she had for his secret aide, and the pride he praise gave her. Yet no matter how right he was that she likely needed someone’s help she didn’t want to accept it. 

“I’m fine,” she insisted, “I can take care of myself.” 

Ominis shook his head. “No, you can’t. You like to think you can do things alone but you tend to forget that most of your success has come from others being by your side. If it wasn’t for Natty you wouldn’t have stopped Harlow. If it wasn’t for Fig you wouldn’t have fixed the repository. If it wasn’t for Amit you wouldn’t have-” 

Damn, she had forgotten she had told Ominis all about this. Now he had things to use against her arguments. This made it so much harder. Why did Sebastian have to open his mouth? 

“No Ominis, I won’t let you risk your life for me. I can do this alone. I don’t need anyone’s help.” 

“Don’t argue with me, Fio. It's final. I’m going with you whether you like it or not. And don’t you dare try to slip away; you know I can always find you.” Ominis was dead serious about that. He had always managed to know what Sebastian and she were up to. It was a good thing she had insisted they tell Ominis the truth because he was always there. 

 Fio sighed in frustration. She had no choice but to accept. “Alright, I’ll meet you in the Room of Requirement around midnight.” 

“Meet you then Fio.” 

~~

Fio was quite surprised when Ominis did meet her in the Room of Requirement. She knew Ominis could hold his own after they went after Sebastian in the catacombs but she didn’t think he would purposely go into danger unless he had to. Ominis fighting poachers, what a thought. Yet here he was, ready to go side by side with her into danger, just the two of them…alone. 

Come on Fio, it’s just Ominis. He’s your friend, be normal. Just because you smelt him in your stupid love potion doesn’t mean anything. He might not even feel the same, so stop this now. 

“Hello, Ominis. Are you ready for this?” 

“Ready if you are,” he held a hand out to her. “Shall we go?” 

“We shall.” Fio took his hand and led him to the floo flame, and taking a deep breath dropped the powder into the green fire, and with a swoosh it took them all the way to Posidear Coast. 

Ominis followed her closely, listening to her every careful direction as they crept towards the first camp where a bunch of diricrawls were being kept captive. Fio wasn’t that surprised when she saw the woman who tried to convince her to allow her to keep the rare white diricrawl Gwenerva who now lived in her vivarium buying feathers from them. Fio waited for the woman to leave before she turned to Ominis’s glistening outline to explain the plan. 

“Okay Ominis, first I’m going to start by sneaking in and petrify as many as I can before they notice me. You stay here and only join in if absolutely necessary do you understand?” 

Ominis wanted to object. He didn’t want to send her in there by herself. He didn’t like how they talked, carried themselves, or talked about how they planned to make the girl he knew was her pay for all she had done. Yet she had dealt with them before, she knew what she was doing. She was already upset he had come, and he wanted her to feel comfortable bringing him along. She had proved many times before that she could handle herself, he had to trust her. 

“Alright but if one of them dares to lay a hand on you I’m not going to sit by.” 

“I will appreciate the hand. But if it gets bad, and we’re outnumbered, you must run, no matter what happens to me. I refuse to let anyone die again on my behalf,” Fio insisted. 

Although concern etched his brow he nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. She took a deep breath and turned to creep into the camp alone. She needed to prove to him she could handle the situation. She was determined to make sure no one got hurt, that he didn’t get hurt. 

She managed to take out five poachers whispering, “Petrificus totalus” and snatching up their money pouches before a poacher animagus sniffed her out and pounced. 

Fio immediately threw up a barrier but was shocked when it wasn’t just the animagus dog that bounced off the shield of yellow light but Ominis, who took the bite meant for her, crying out in pain when the creature's teeth sunk into his wand arm, sending his wand flying. 

“Ominis I told you I had it handled!” She scolded him but as she replayed it in her mind she did realize she would have been grabbed if he hadn’t jumped in the way, his body blocking the blow before her shield did. She cursed her distracted mind. She had been so busy worrying that he would intercede that she hadn’t been paying attention to her surroundings. Now she owed him. 

“Get off him you blasted dog!” Her wand flashed out in a fit of anger, and red lightning wrapped around the poacher animagus, trapping her in the throes of pain she deserved for touching him. 

Ominis’s eyes widened in shock as the word “crucio” escaped her lips, the word she promised to never utter again but he didn’t have time to dwell on that when the curse drew the attention of about a dozen more poachers. He felt around for his wand a moment before he felt her yank him to his feet by the back of his shirt with her unnatural strength, thrusting his wand into his hand. The jeers of the poachers rang in his ears, laughing about having two children to kill. 

“I can’t promise I can keep you safe, Ominis, since you blew your cover. Do your best not to die!” Fio snapped, though her voice shook with fear. She was scared for him; she was now at greater risk now that she wasn’t solely protecting herself. This is why she didn’t want him to come. This is why she never wanted anyone to come. If she died it was her mistake, but if someone else died, it was her fault. Her death wouldn’t matter, but their deaths would haunt her. 

Ominis struggled to fight, his arm throbbing and he grew more lightheaded as blood seeped from the wound on his arm. He heard her cry out several times, and his wand told him that she had been struck while trying to block not only the spells aimed at her but also those intended to hit him. He managed to land a few hits, using Accio to pull them closer before igniting them with Confringo—the one spell he truly enjoyed. It was a spell he could cast with a clear mind while still relishing the rush of power it provided. She however was a force to be reckoned with. 

If she wasn’t defending him Fio could end them instantly, she knew that. But she did her best, using her favorite combinations. Glacius to freeze, incendio to explode, and diffindo to smash their frozen bodies into forgotten bits of nothing in the wind. She was still a murderer, but at least she gave them a chance by not using the unforgivable death curse. Ominis had been right when he told her ancient magic was enough. Even if she wasn’t trying to her spells always caused more damage than others, the wild unchecked magic it was. Still, she was tempted but Ominis was right there and Fio already knew she would hear about using the torture curse later. 

“Ominis we have to get out of here. I can’t- I can’t keep this up, more keep coming.” She sounded exhausted, her ancient magic likely very low from how much she had used it. The thunderclouds that had been boiling above them were fading quickly, and the air that had been crackling and thrumming with her incredible power was returning to normal. Ominis knew they only had a short time frame but he couldn’t help but ask. 

“What about the diricrawls?” 

“Forget about the diricrawls! You’re bleeding!” You’re more important than some stupid birds.” Although her tone was firm and sure he could detect the remorse that they would be unable to save the small creatures from their fated deaths. She had a soft spot for animals, one of the things he loved about her. 

Another short brunette who loves animals must be Poppy’s twin. Sebastian had joked once. 

“Okay, what’s the plan?”

“In a moment I’m going to summon the largest lightning bolt I’ve ever made and then we, run.”

He agreed. 

~~

What happened next was a blur of heat and movement, overwhelming Ominis’s senses. Her bolt of lightning had provided a great distraction but when she swooped him away on her broom it didn’t go unnoticed and they were being chased at top speed across the ocean. She was an expert flyer, and Imelda’s lessons came in handy as she dodged the spells that were no longer friendly but it did no good. They would be surrounded quickly if they didn’t do something soon. 

Fio couldn’t believe what was happening. She had never found herself in a situation like this before—one where she felt trapped and unable to take control. She hated the lack of control because it meant she couldn’t guarantee his safety. She knew she had to take action, but what could she do?

The next moment all Ominis knew was freezing cold water and the oxygen being pulled from his lungs in an icy grip. Fio’s hand gently gripped his and she wrote “wait” on his arm with her fingers, calming him. When his panic subsided he listened through the water to the sound of the poachers above shouting angrily.  Fio had pulled him into the water to hide them.

As the voices faded away, Fio swam towards the surface, pulling Ominis upwards. She resurfaced with a desperate gasp for air, Ominis right beside her. They crawled shivering from the water towards a run-down cabin near the edge. Fio wordlessly prepared a fire  before quickly moving to Ominis’s side, taking his arm gently in her hands. 

He flinched at her touch, pulling away. 

“Ominis, you need to let me look at this; it’s really bad,” she spoke softly, her voice gentle and cautious, careful not to startle him. He was wary of anyone touching him, like an abused dog unaccustomed to a kind touch.

Ominis nodded, his face still pale and trembling, letting Fio carefully examine his injury, her heart breaking at the sight. It was deep and would probably scar no matter what she did. 

“Ominis you shouldn’t have interfered,” she sighed, gently brushing away dirt from the bite with the scrap of clean cloth she had in her bag. “Now they’re still out there hunting and looking for us.” 

“So what? You want me to just stand by and let you get injured?” Ominis asked, a note of disbelief in his voice. 

“Yes. If that means you stay safe.” 

“You’re not serious.” Ominis said flatly, a bit angry now. “You expect me to just sit there and listen to you get ripped to pieces by some dog or cut up or burned by spells when I could be helping? That’s suicide Fio! That’s practically allowing you to kill yourself. I can’t do that, you can’t ask that of me.” 

Fio didn’t answer, just pulled a needle and thread from her bag before Ominis stopped her and healed himself instead with a complicated healing spell. She watched in  fascination as the skin began to stretch and put itself back together. 

“Wow, Ominis I didn’t know you were a healer.” 

Ominis scoffed slightly. “I’m not a healer yet but it’s always good to know some healing spells. You never know when a spell might go wrong or when a potion will blow up. Especially when you happen to have reckless friends such as  I do.” 

Fio couldn’t say anything about that. He was right. She was foolish for running into danger alone. But he didn’t understand the  guilt she’d feel. She has all the power in the world but she failed to save someone else like Fig or Lodgok. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she lost someone else. 

Ominis could sense her struggle, her magic unsettled inside her, churning around them anxiously. It felt…heavy. He took the wiggenweld she offered, grimacing as it went down. However, it was worth it when he felt his blood replenishing and his strength slowly coming back to him. 

“Fio let me see yours.” 

“What?” 

Ominis laughed a little at her confusion. “Your wounds, Fi. I heard you get injured. Let me take care of you now.” 

Wordlessly and clumsily she made her way over to him, heart pounding so hard she could swear he could hear it. She willed herself to act normal as he tentatively reached out and felt along her arms and shoulders making her breath hitch. 

Ominis noticed this and how she initially was tense before she relaxed into him. His sensitive fingertips eventually found them, when she hissed in pain. He healed them all quickly enough but couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Her skin was so soft. But he couldn’t help but notice the  scars that lingered. 

“These are from past battles aren’t they.” 

“Yes.” She whispered. 

Ominis sighed heavily. “Please promise me you’ll be more careful. I know you’re strong and brave but you don’t have to do things by yourself all the time... I don’t want to lose you.” 

Fio turned to face him, seeing his vulnerability and worry. She hated to upset him but she couldn’t lie to him either. 

“Ominis I’ll try to be more careful. But I can’t promise you won’t lose me someday. I’m a wanted woman by so many.” 

Ominis looked pained. “Don’t say that. Don’t talk like it’s inevitable. You aren’t going to die, I won’t allow it. I can’t.” 

“I’m not asking you to.” 

“Fiorenza! I don’t care who needs saving, I don’t care that there are dark wizards. I don’t care if I get hurt. I don’t care about any of that. I care about you, that you’re safe. 

“Ominis-“ Fio tried to protest but he wasn’t done.  

“I can live with the fact that dark wizards continue to exist, that poachers are still poaching. But I can’t live without you, do  you understand?” Ominis begged her to listen, reaching out with a bold move to gently cup her cheek in his hand. 

“Ominis, please try to understand. No one else can do what I can. The ministry does nothing and I’m not going to just sit around while innocent animals and people get hurt. Only I can face many alone and survive and if I die that happens. It’s my burden, my honor, and my responsibility. No one else should have to worry. You shouldn’t have gotten involved.” 

Fio tried to stay serious, tried to keep her voice steady but it shook. She almost lost him tonight, the most important person in her life. She couldn’t physically lose anyone else. She almost withered away when she lost Professor Fig, and the thought of losing Ominis was even more unbearable. She would rather die alone than risk him getting hurt. She wanted to let him in, but she couldn’t when she led such a dangerous life. 

His expression softened at her words, his brow furrowing with a mixture of sorrow and something else, something deeper that made her wonder if the feelings he expressed were more than friendship. But that was foolish. He couldn’t love her after all the mistakes she had made. When she still used the dark arts, something he despised. 

Ominis stepped closer making her suck in a breath, his fingers gently brushing her cheek. He couldn't bear to be away from her, even for a second. The thought of being parted from her hurt him deeply as if someone had plunged a knife into his soul. How could she believe she was invaluable? How could she think of herself as nothing more than a tool to serve others? The warmth of her skin was the only thing keeping him grounded in this moment; knowing she was there, safe with him, brought him comfort.

He desired her greatly, yet he was afraid to express his feelings. Vulnerability was something he was not accustomed to, and it left him feeling exposed. Yet it might be the only way to convince her to stop risking her life left and right, recklessly running into danger. He took a deep breath and finally spoke, his voice low, shaky, and raw, so unlike him. 

“I don’t want to be just another person you’re protecting Fio,” he murmured. “But if you’re going to keep fighting alone, then let me fight for you, for your needs. If you can’t promise me that you won’t die, then at least let me be there with you when you go. Let me help carry the burden. I’ll carry it with you, Fio. Please…”

Fio felt a sharp pang in her chest as she gazed up into his earnest star-sapphire eyes that pleaded with her. For a moment she wanted nothing more than to let go, to allow him to be fully part of her world, part of her life. To not struggle alone, to have someone to hold her when the nightmares came, to tend her wounds as he had done just now. But she couldn’t. 

“I don’t want you to suffer because of me,” she whispered, eyes fluttering closed as she allowed herself to briefly enjoy his touch. “You have already suffered enough because of your family. I couldn’t live with myself if I dragged you into this. If you got hurt again, or killed..I’d die.” She sighed pulling away. “You deserve someone who brings light and warmth into your life, not the darkness and cold that comes with bearing a power you didn’t even want. And the dark arts.” 

Ominis scoffed as if what she had just said was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. “You, my darling, are the furthest thing from dark and cold. The smell of your cooking, especially the warm tomato stew you make for me, warms my insides. I feel even warmer when I hear you laugh or hum a little tune. You make me feel the warmest I've ever felt. Your wit and sweet words lift my spirits on days when I'm down. You stood up for me when Sebastian wanted to leave me out of the loop. You've brought so much light into our lives." He reached for her hand, needing to touch her again as he bared his soul. "As for the dark arts, they'll always be a part of my life, and I see you trying to change. No one forgets those spells, and they're not easy to quit. I forgive you.”

Fio’s eyes shot open and her breath caught. Her pulse quickened, thrumming rapidly against his fingertips. No, no he couldn’t be saying this. She needed to calm down. He was so close and his smell was overwhelming. It was as if she was back in the potions classroom again, his scent all around her. It was overwhelming. For a moment she forgot where she was, but his soft voice broke through her panicked thoughts. “Fio are you okay?” he asked. “Please don’t keep pushing me away.” 

His expression and his voice was so vulnerably honest that she couldn’t breath. It was like he was confessing something to her. Something impossible. Something that must be a delusion. The air hummed between them, electrified by something. Something intimate, building up to something they could never go back from. She turned away, trying to compose her burning cheeks, her awkwardness, and how her voice would break if she spoke. His closeness, his words- they were intoxicating. 

“Ominis, you need to stay away,” she gasped, fighting back the overwhelming wave of emotions. “This—this potion, it's clouding everything… I—I can't think straight.”

Ominis was shocked and confused at her words. At first he didn’t realize what she meant but then he remembered the week before and the potions project they had. How she, his small sweet and incredibly skilled partner had become tense beside him, fumbling with bottling the deliciously sweet scented potion that was amortenia. He hadn’t needed a potion to realize his affections, but it seemed that it had put hers into perspective and she feared his reaction. 

“Darling there is no potion,” he said softly, turning her back to him. “At least not this time.” 

She flushed at her mistake and began to stumble over herself for a explanation but he stopped her, a gentle smirk on his lips. “Did you smell something that surprised you on Tuesday?” 

“I-I….yes, yes I did. I didn’t want to tell you, because it’s kind of an overused thing you know? Oh I didn’t know I loved you until I smelled you in some dumb potion. It’s kind of shallow sounding. But I did love you before it’s just-”

“Shhhh…I know. You were afraid to say so. And I know what you mean. I didn’t need a potion to tell me that the smell of seaspray, grapefruits, and lemon was my favorite smell in the entire world. Yet I didn’t say anything. Because how could a girl as amazing as you love me?” 

Fio’s heart thudded painfully in her chest at his words, the sincerity in his voice piercing through her defenses. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Her thoughts tangled in a chaotic mess, and she could barely grasp hold of any coherent words.

Ominis didn’t let her speak. Instead, he reached out gently, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers warm against her skin. “Fiorenza, listen to me,” he said, his voice a whisper, but it held a kind of certainty that made her feel like she was drowning in it. “The potion just amplifies what’s already there. So the question is…do you love me too?” 

She couldn’t believe this was happening, that she just heard those words fall from his lips. It was true what he said, she had always known since the Scriptorium. Even though she was scared she didn’t want to run this time. 

“Yes Ominis. I love you, more than I can say.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He  whispered, his  voice trembling. She loved him? She really loved him. 

She laughed nervously. “I suppose I was afraid. I didn’t want to hurt you or put you in danger.” 

Ominis’s hand cupped her cheek again, his thumb brushing over her skin gently. “Fio, you don’t hurt me. You’ve never hurt me. What hurts is seeing you push me away, thinking you have to do everything alone. You don’t.” He took her hand and placed it against his chest so she could feel his beating heart. “My heart is yours until it stops beating. And I’d rather it stops while by your side. I’d rather lose you or myself while having you as mine than die having not had you at all.” 

“I’ve always been afraid of losing you,” Fio admitted, her voice a soft whisper. “But more so I’ve been afraid  that I’d never be enough for you.”

A quiet chuckle escaped Ominis’s lips, and he leaned in closer, his forehead resting gently against hers. “You’ve always been more than enough, Fio. I’ve known that since the moment I met you. It’s more me who’s not worthy.” 

“Don’t say that again. You’re perfect for me.” She said firmly. 

Without another word, Ominis leaned down, his lips pressing softly against hers. It was gentle, tentative,  as they were both still trying to process everything. But it didn’t stay that way for long. The kiss deepened, a promise, to stop running, to finally trust. 

When they finally broke apart, breathless and their  hearts pounding, Ominis’s smile was tender.

“No more being alone alright? You have me,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Promise you won’t push me away?” 

“I promise.” Fio meant it with all her heart. She had all she needed, all she wanted. With him she wasn’t alone. 

He kissed her again, so gently. 

“I love you Fio.” 

“I love you too Ominis.” 

the end

[soullesscinders]

Hawkeye, oh, Hawkeye

"We're gonna lose him, Beej. I don't wanna lose him." Doctor Benjamin Franklin Pierce mumbles in his sleep, a moment before waking with a start. Drenched in cold sweat, sitting bolt upright in his bed.

He looks around his room. He's home. He's not in Korea anymore. Hasn't been, for the last few years.

Korea never left him, though. Not really. Three years' worth of meatball surgery, taking the mangled body parts of children and turning them into somewhat functional, removing enough metal from seventeen-year-old boys to make a Studebaker, enough lead to poison anyone.

Dr. Pierce left Korea. Korea will never leave him. No matter how many years he spends treating warts, mumps, measles... Run of the mill, every day illnesses he used to yearn for.

Crabapple Cove, ME. The picture perfect New England town he was raised in, and now takes care of.

No one has called him Hawkeye since he left. His dad slipped, a few times, after he came home. He stopped after the second time, when Ben snapped at him.

"I left Hawkeye in Korea, dad. Enough." He stated firmly, his eyes hard and cold, as he had been when he was in constant survival mode.

The senior Dr. Pierce... didn't recognize his son, his *baby*, anymore.

"Alright, Ben. I'm sorry." He said softly, a genuine apology from his father. That almost made it worse. Hawkeye just left.

On the way to his position as an attending cardiothoracic surgeon at a nearby Maine medical center, he hears it again.

"Hawkeye?" It's BJ.

Suddenly, Hawkeye is back in Korea. Putting the ruined shreds of teenage boys back together after the North Koreans and Chinese have done their best in turning them into ribbon-

"I don't know who you're talking to, but it's not me." Ben replies coldly. BJ doesn't know what to do with this.

"Whaddya mean, Hawk? It's me, it's BJ- I- I told you, I'd see you, back in the States-" Hawkeye cuts him off.

"I'm not Hawkeye. I haven't been since we got out. I'm not Hawkeye anymore. I'm Ben. Doctor Benjamin Franklin Pierce. Doctor B.F. Pierce. I'm not Hawkeye, and you need to leave." He states firmly, and walks away before BJ can get in another word.

Ben left Hawkeye behind, in Korea.

Korea never left Hawkeye.

Korea will never leave Ben. Not for as long as he lives.

[Inspired by @obliviousmelon's post]

[a-crazy-fangirl]

SPN posting ahead!

This might be a controversial take, but I am firmly of the opinion that Dean full on settled for Lisa and didn’t really love her like he thought he did.

NOTE: I SAY THIS WITH ALL THE LOVE AND RESPECT FOR LISA!! My hand to God, I’m not trying to be a hater or anything like that. Lisa’s perfectly fine, I just think she and Dean aren’t compatible.

I think he stayed with her because she checked a lot of the boxes of what he thought he wanted. Like on paper, Lisa should be perfect for him. Lisa and her lifestyle embodies what Dean thought he wanted— a picket fence life away from hunting with a hot, down to earth woman and a good kid that idolizes him. It was what his Dad was fighting to avenge, so I think Dean internalized his dad’s desires and goals and saw it as the be all and end all of what someone should want. And again, like he was taught from a very young age, achievement of “goals” and “tasks” as defined by his dad should supersede whatever “””fantasies””” he had for himself (aka his own desires, thoughts, and feelings).

So in that light, maybe his emotional connection with Lisa wasn’t as good as he had experienced with other women, but she was supportive enough and offered a lifestyle that he thought he wanted, so he made due with her fully expecting the rest of the pieces to fall into place. I think he expected that, based on what his dad taught him, if he was a good partner and did what he was supposed to do, the love and happiness would inevitably follow.

I think the fact it didn’t was a part of the reason he went back to hunting with Sam so readily.

Above all, I think the failure of his relationship with Lisa was a moment of serious growth for Dean.

I want to preface this by saying I don’t think he settled intentionally like some kind of fuckboy. He truly cared about Lisa and Ben, without a doubt, and I fully believe he went into that relationship thinking he was right where he wanted and needed to be. I don’t think he went into it lightly or casually by any stretch of the imagination.

But I think his relationship with Lisa, and the way it failed over the course of season 5/6, taught him that a relationship has to be more than just your idealized concept of what a partner (and a relationship) should be. It also involves the connection and truth, no matter how messy or vulnerable that maybe. That, and that it doesn’t always match up with what you expect it should be.

What cements my theory for me is the relationships he had with people that were fully a part of his entire life, warts and all. He loved Cassie. He was on his way to loving Jo. He loved Benny. And he loved Castiel.

His connections with those who truly saw and understood him for who he was in his entirety were far deeper than what he got from someone so far removed from his life.

Looking beyond what’s textual and more into my spitball, head canon opinions, if the show had been fair to Dean, he would have ended up with a fellow hunter— I think that would have been the only way Dean could have had a “real” love interest. Dean is a very emotional man and I think he would need someone who really fully understood him. He never really got that in any long-term fling that was well depicted in the show, which sucks. I think, after everything, he deserved that. I wish we had had at least one lady that matched his freak

(It would have been Jo but the fandom motherfuckers in the mid/late 00s fucked that up for us 🤬)

TLDR!! Lisa strikes me more as someone who John would have liked Dean to pursue rather than someone Dean would have organically sought out on his own. For that reason, the relationship failed because it was what Dean thought he wanted rather than what he actually wanted.

[miladydewintcr]

Taash Week Day 3: childhood/family @datvcompanionweeks

I was a little loose with the prompt, but I thought it would be cute to explore how Taash might act around children? So this is a fluffy little fic about Taash (and Lace) babysitting! (Bethan is my Hawke's youngest, but this fic should work completely as a standalone! I just needed A Child and little Bethan was the right age etc.) If you'd prefer to read on Ao3, you can do so here!

They said their goodbyes to Hawke on the doorstep before Harding carried little Bethan into their apartment. Taash shut the door behind them, and put the enormous satchel that Anders had insisted they take for the afternoon just in case down on the table.

“Right,” they said, matter-of-fact. “Now what do we do with her?”

“Uhh…” Harding set Bethan down on the floor and went to inspect the contents of the satchel. “Are there any toys in here? Or books, or anything like that.”

Bethan, free at last, gave the room a cursory glance before making her way over to Taash’s set of weights in the corner on shaky legs. Taash’s eyes darted quickly between their partner and the toddler, trying their best to keep their attention on both.

Harding was removing jar after jar from the satchel- ointments and powders and poultices. “Anders is such a worry-wart,” she noted lightly, lifting one jar to read the handwritten label. “How likely are we to need ‘scorpion sting antihistamine’?” She picked up another one. “And how is it different to ‘wasp sting antihistamine’?”

Taash opened their mouth to reply, but before they could say a word, Bethan had reached their weights and was trying to wrap one tiny little hand around the handle.

Instantly, Taash could picture the next few seconds. The weight would be too heavy for her. Bethan would either hurt her little fingers trying to move it, or strain her muscles, or pick it up only to drop it on her feet, crushing her tiny toes.

Acting purely on instinct, Taash lunged for her, vaulting over the sofa to scoop her up into their arms.

Harding looked up from the jars absently, took a moment to realise what must’ve happened, and then broke out into a fond smile, even as Bethan burst into tears.

“Uhhh…” Taash hooked their hands under her armpits and held her out in front of them at eye-level. “Look. I know you wanna play with them. But they’re really heavy, and if you hurt yourself I think your parents might kill me for real.”

Harding snorted. She’d already returned to sorting through the satchel, but clearly she was still listening in.

“Lace,” Taash said, struggling to keep their tone even. “Are there any toys in there?”

“Not a one!” Harding said cheerily.

For somebody so tiny, Bethan could scream. Taash winced slightly as they set her back down on the floor, hands hovering nearby to intercept her should she go anywhere untoward.

Bethan brightened immediately at being released, and went straight back to the weights.

On their knees, Taash shuffled across the floor after her. This time, as Bethan reached out, they had an idea.

“Come here,” they said, lifting Bethan up momentarily. Bethan let out an outraged squeal, but then Taash was setting her back down before she had enough time to be thoroughly upset.

“Put your hands here,” Taash instructed her, guiding her tiny hands to the bar. “Do you know numbers yet? We’re gonna count to three.”

“Three!” Bethan held up three fingers. It was kinda cute, Taash could admit. Maybe kids were alright.

“Yeah, that’s right, three. Ready?”

Bethan nodded, sucking her thumb for a moment as she studied the barbell with intense focus before folding forwards to grab hold of it again.

“There we go.” Taash said, kneeling behind her and putting their own hands on either side of hers. “One… Two… Three…”

Bethan counted along happily, and when they finished their countdown, Taash lifted the bar a little way from the ground. Bethan’s hands went with it, and she let out a delighted squeal.

“Hey, you’re really strong!” Taash told her. Bethan glowed with pride, letting go of the bar to turn around, giggling. Taash hurriedly set the barbell down to catch her as she threw herself at them for an excited hug. “Oh, wow, you’re cuddly.”

“Again!!” Bethan demanded, releasing Taash’s shoulders and turning back around to face the barbell, her tiny face set with a determined little frown not unlike her mother’s.

“Yeah? Alright, put your hands down on the bar, then.” As Bethan reached out, chattering happily in only somewhat coherent sentences, Taash turned to look over their shoulder, hoping to check in on Harding.

Harding had abandoned the satchel and was resting her hands on the edge of the table, watching their exchange with a slightly dazed-looking smile. It took her a moment to notice that Taash was looking at her, and the second she did she flushed scarlet.

“You’re, um, really good with kids,” Harding stammered. “It’s… It’s cute.”

“Am not,” Taash said, on reflex. And then, seconds later; “Really?”

Harding nodded. “I don’t think we’re gonna need the toys.”

Bethan coughed delicately, pointedly, in so perfect an imitation of her mother that for a moment Taash thought Hawke must’ve come to collect her early. “A-gain,” she ordered.

Taash laughed, turning away from their partner to rest their hands back on the bar. “Alright. You’re the one in charge, I guess.”

Bethan smiled and nodded, as though this should be obvious. “Three?” She held up three fingers again.

“Yeah, on three,” Taash agreed. “One… Two...”

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

SHADOW KNIGHT HEADCANONS

aka things from my rewrite

idea from @xerith-42 <- <- <-

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Appearance:

They have pointed ears. They’re not as large as an elf’s or half elf’s ears, really just the size of a human’s ear… But pointed.

They’re skin sparkles. (Edward who?) Idk why I added this I just like the idea of Laury lookin like he’s rocking body glitter 24/7 ig. It’s most noticeable in direct sunlight.

They’re eyes are reflective, like a cats, and often glow in the dark. They’re eyes also appear more… empty… than a regular person’s. Almost uncanny.

When in their full Shadow Knight form, their irises become red, and the whites of their eyes turn black. The skin around their eyes also becomes red and cracked, almost irritated looking.

They have fangs. Much like this v

They each have a scar pertaining to the way in which they died. (Assuming it wasn’t something like poison). It is usually a dark grey or black color, but not always.

When they are premature, their fingers and toes are blacken. This is called the corruption. Each SK has at least some, but the amount tells you how long they resisted gaining their immortality. The longer they go without gaining their immortality, the further up the corruption creeps, only stopping at the shoulders and hips.

They have Rune Scars and Tattoos. The tattoo is located on their palms and is the source of their SK abilities. It’s embedded with the curse of binding so it cannot be removed or carved out. The scars are on their face, three claw marks on each cheek. These are referred to as The Tears. These scars enhance their SK abilities.

While in their full SK form, their scar runes turn black and emanate pure darkness. Their fingernails also grow into claws that are extremely sharp and nearly unbreakable.

All SKs appear pale, no matter their skin tone. They have no red/pink/orange undertones bc their blood technically no longer flows.

They often appear very ridged or mannequin like. Standing either too perfectly or too hunched over. Again, uncanny.

Because of all these physical traits, Shadow Knights are very easy to spot, assuming you know what to look for. Many trying to hide or blend in, will hide their heads, faces, and hands.

THE… OTHER STUFF:

Their body temperature fluctuates quite a bit. Generally, theyre cold to the touch, because yk their dead. But when they feel strong emotions like anger or happiness their temp rises, possibly to the point where they feel feverish. The only emotions that actively make them colder are sadness and fear.

Their temp also rises when the Calling comes a knocking. Rising hotter and hotter the longer they try to ignore or fight it.

^ Inspired by a convo with @xerith-42

It’s impossible to sleep in the Nether, though the reason is unknown. Because of this, Shadow Knights don’t require sleep. They still can sleep, but it’s not a necessity. Premature Shadow Knights however, still become tired and can still feel the physical repercussions of having no sleep.

Similarly, SKs also no longer need to eat or drink. However again, prematures do. Since not much grows in the nether, they’re forced to eat Nether Wart. It’s essentially a very tough, charcoal tasting mushroom. It’s their only source of food OR water as water cannot be found anywhere else in the Nether.

While they’re in the Nether, their blood becomes cold to accommodate for the extreme heat. Because of this they need to be careful about regulating their emotions while in the nether so their blood doesn’t overheat.

Nether time is faster than Overworld time. A year in the Nether is only a few months in the Overworld, if that.

Premature SKs can be killed the same ways a human can be, due to their lack of immortality. A full SK however, is a bit more tricky. Their physical form can be killed, though it is more difficult due to a combination of things, but they respawn. If their body dies, is will *poof* disappear and reappear back in the Nether on an alter. The amount of time it takes to respawn depends on the severity of their injury. A full SK can only be permanently killed with an enchanted Netherite weapon (hehe minecraft reference). These are extremely rare and hard to come by. …Zenix has one…

When a PMSK (Premature Shadow Knight) is trained, they fight against real, full SKs. They could very well be killed during their training, call it natural selection. The PM is expected to kill the Full SKs they’re fighting against.

Soul sand houses the souls of innocent lives taken by Shadow Knights. Their souls not only add fuel to their power, but also gives strength to the Shadow Lord/Shad.

In Shad’s eyes, someone with magicks or brains is often more valuable than someone who is physically strong. Though physical strength is needed in order to be a SK, if they are not particularly clever and they have no magicks, they aren’t very useful. Often used as simple pawns or sacrifices.

The first ever Shadow Knight was some random guy named Randal. He didn’t fit any of the criteria, in fact he was just some farmer who ate a bad potato and suffered the consequences. Shad only resurrected him to experiment a bit.

A Shadow Knight’s armor isn’t actually armor. It’s more like a shell that pops out when their body recognizes it’s needed. Or at least when it thinks it does. These shells are generally identical, but they do each have some variations depending on the person and their alignment. Their weapons are an extension of this shell as well, and can be any hand held weapon. Weather is a sword, hammer, mace, or even daggers. Swords are just most people’s go-to. Along with this, they cannot drop their weapons as they are basically a part of them. The only way to rid of it is by… sucking?? it back into the shell. Think of venom. But less… slimy.

They’re impervious to fire/lava. At any stage, full or pm.

Oooookay that’s all I got

Thanks for reading this far love ya mwah mwah

[laceandhalos]

Reunion

What an odd little crew brought together by the binds of the bloody stain strings. Maeskia used her curses and talents to tie the women together over the years.   Each one knew of each other and had crossed paths but never spoke of the Mistress Duskwhisper and the webs she spun.  

It was Isendre Highvale that Sylrissa could not take her eyes off.  She spoke a few words, eyes a vacant blue, movements jagged.  A failed construct of an elf, or perhaps a successful one since she was after all this time now  “alive”.   Once long black hair had been bobbed off now tucked behind long ears.  A blade of steel rested on her back, no magic seemed to leak from the once mage.    How badly Sylrissa wanted to hug her and bring back the bubbly young woman she remembered.  Not this person presented before her. 

Onyx babbled on about something, Sylrissa had been given a hard time for leaving behind children and involving herself once more with her sister.  Leave it to Onyx and Isendre, they where the ones that could deal with the monster. 

The kids were safe with their favorite person.  No doubt when Sylrissa returned they would each be covered in either henna art or some sort of magical temporary tattoos.  

How long had it been she took up her own father’s sword and left the manor.  Sure she trained daily, but to fight once more was not something she was sure she was ready for.   To repair a broken bone was simply, to create one made her stomach churn. 

How could Sylrissa tell them her sister wasn’t the reason she came?  

“Fuck’s sake are you listening?”  Onyx stood before Sylrissa.  The half-elf stared up at the six-foot-tall woman.   “I know the plan Onyx.”  Sylrissa's musical calm voice replied with a soft smile.   “I guide us there with the pull I am feeling, you distract with your chaos, Isendre, and I get her out.  It is simple.” “Then we dump the bitch back into her apartment, give her the finger and go back to our lives.” Onyx nodded. 

Sylrissa paused for a moment then shook her head.  “No, we bring her back to Silvermoon, she can stay in my apartment while she heals.” Isendre blinked, her only reply.

Onyx chortled.  “You know how she feels about Silvermoon, she is going to set you on fire and cover you in warts.  After all she has done and we all know the stink you made about her staying away.  I heard you even threaten her lover.  Why.. why take care of her or even care at all?” 

“I have my reasons.”  Sylrissa nodded and pushed past her toward the flying ship that seemed to waiting for them.  “Keep to the plan, when this is done I will sit down with all three of you and remove the curses Maeskia Duskwhisper put on you to keep her bound to her life.”

That alone was enough to make Onyx and Isendre follow in line.

(Getting back and welcoming all my alts to the party)

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

Hello! :] I saw your post recently regarding the pervasive feeling of shame in newer fans re: Danganronpa, and it really resonated. I wanted to offer my two cents as a fandom old/armchair fandom archeologist that's hopefully a little heartening:

I remember back in 2012/2013 when Danganronpa was beloved, during the height of the SomethingAwful TL days. It was a genuinely fun time to be into things, especially as people were getting excited for an EN release, something that I do think the fandom deserves a little credit in making happen. I was there for the UDG release, DR3 anime, and the lead-up to v3's release, and unfortunately, I think the fact that all three of those entries were in some ways polarizing effectively memory-holed a lot of people into believing Danganronpa was never "good" to begin with, which makes it a lot easier to pick out its flaws and give it a bit of a weird reputation now.

(As a tangent, but some more context that might help: Danganronpa also got really big on my neck of the woods in Tumblr during one of the big Homestuck hiatuses. Back in the day there was a lot of fandom crossover, which I don't really think is the case nowadays, but I think for people that were either in both fandoms and had negative experiences, or people outside who disliked either/or, they've been inextricably linked together as part of a particular "time" in Tumblr/internet history that isn't remembered fondly. So, I have a theory that a lot of secondhand Danganronpa disdain comes from misplaced disdain for the other Big Thing at the time.

This also overlapped with the tail end of the big SuperWhoLock era to my memory, which is usually much more focused on which discussing Tumblr history. Which is a shame, because I feel like this particular transitional era of Tumblr "fandom" history has been underdiscussed because of it!

None of this is excusing some of the things I've seen said about DR fans and the ways people have been iced out for liking it, but I find trying to understand the factors at play always helps my mind figure out how to process these things.)

However: time moves on. This isn't permanent. Having gone back and re-experienced the whole series some 5+ years removed, I was able to find joy in parts of the series that, while I was in the thick of a shift in fandom attitude, didn't appreciate as much as I think I should have. I didn't absolutely love everything, but I had so much fun, it almost felt like I was experiencing things again for the first time.

I want to believe the same thing will happen as we get some time removed, as people get nostalgic for things and get older and understand that you can love something flawed, criticize it, and not feel shame for it. I always welcome fresh faces discovering something for the first time, but I think that some day, a lot of older fans can come back and embrace it as well. Sometimes you need time and life and a few extra years on you. I'm living proof of it! :P

Of course, this is just one person's perspective from one slice of the fandom. But I remain hopeful. There really is nothing else quite like Danganronpa for me, warts and all. You don't have to post this publicly or anything if you don't want to, but I wanted to offer a little hope to go with your thoughts. :') and I hope you have a great day!

Oh man, I really really appreciate this message. I am really interested in the perspective of fans who have been here for so long, and I always feel a little out of my depth talking about old (read: 2018 and before) DR fandom because despite seeing a Lot of it in my blog-diving, I still wasn't there. It's genuinely wonderful to hear that it was beloved like that, even if only fully for the first two installments.

I HAVE noticed a weird amount of homestuck/dr crossover in my searches, so that totally makes sense! Hell, my first exposure to DR on tumblr was a homestuck blog I followed back in 2017/2018ish (for the artstyle, I haven't read homestuck) that also posted a lot about Kazuichi. That's super cool!

While I feel like today, there is at least a little bit of fondness (even if it is a little ironic) for superwholock days, I see very little talk of homestuck. And when I do, it is usually with the same flavour of "Wow that fandom was so crazy" as old-DR.

I think there is usually this reactionary retrospective on site-wide popular fandoms to some degree after they start to wane in size. I saw it when I was in the TMA fandom. That thing was a monster, and over all I felt more stressed there than I ever feel now with DR. And after it ended, and really even During those last few episodes, you could feel a level of distaste for the piece of media growing. Although it never really reached critical mass like DR.

Maybe its even more apparent with something like Steven Universe- when it was actively coming out there was so much disdain for it (from some people) and for the fandom. I was there, on the sidelines, but I saw it all and it wasn't fun. But after its finale and a couple years of silence, people now seem to have come around and realized, whoa, so much about all that discourse was way overblown. I feel like a couple years ago there could still have been this sense of "cringe" posting about steven universe, while today its a lot more neutral.

Of course, it's kind of weird to compare DR and SU, and the nature of outside of fandom perspectives on them is not the same. The level of disdain for people posting SU never reached the point of DR either. But if it's anything to go by, I feel like there is hope eventually for people to stop having an immediate knee-jerk reaction to it. To look back and realize, "hey, that was actually pretty good," or "I didn't really appreciate this the first time." Or even just "It's fine actually to have nuanced take on this piece of media I don't like that concludes with them still liking it." I feel like we already got a mini-version of that in 2020, but since that's when I joined I can't speak too much on it.

Small tangent aside, I really appreciate this. I also hope people can come back around to it, or at least appreciate that it made them or other people happy at the time c:

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anyways i have 96tained a lump 9f wart

Bruh....how did you remove your own motherficking wart...that takes talent 💯

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Okay so

This is the first thing I ever wrote for Renceren! When I was first getting their character down. It's still canon, so yeah.

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Castle Life

(Takes Place when Renceren lives in the Nether. Loop Ending 3.)

Renceren woke up draped over their desk. With a groan, they sat up, and looked at the clock before remembering it didn’t work like that in the Nether.

That was what they’d been puzzling over last night. Why the two arrows on the clock would spin round and round, never settling on night or day, dusk or dawn. The clock had been easy enough to make, and they appreciated that it was made with gold, but the fact it just wouldn’t stop is what irked them.

Then again, there was no indication of time passing it the nether, atleast at face value. They’d managed to keep track of their age by the growth of the vines and trees, when Striders would migrate upwards towards the basalt deltas and then back down to the warped forests.

Time wasn’t all that important, anyways. Time did not dictate anything in the Nether, especially when there was no sun to set, no moon to hang in the sky.

They’re shaken from their thoughts when someone knocks on the door. They sigh, and then go to open it. A butler stands there, and bows shortly to them.

“The Nether reigns supreme, Crown Prince Renceren.” Said the butler, who offers them some mushroom soup and fried nether wart.

What a grating greeting. There were a couple variations, to each their own, but always something about reign. Glory. Conquest. War.

“The Nether reigns supreme.” They mumble in response. They nod as they take the food, and then the door is shut again.

They sit back down at their desk, munching on the fried nether wart as they do. Tired eyes scan over the notes strewn about, and then Renceren just thunks their head into the desk.

“How have I yet to have made a breakthrough?” They ask no one in particular. “The clock was just a side project to put this off.” They stare at the wither rose in the pot, as though it’s the one to blame for this matter.

The flower just sits there, perhaps rueful it cannot experience photosynthesis in a place without the sun.

“Don’t sass me.” They snap at the rose. It seems to wilt, and they feel bad. They feel gut wrenchingly. Heart achingly, horrible, because they were just short with a guiltless rose.

“I-” They look at the plant. It doesn’t want to be here. It’s not the fault of something dangerous that doesn’t even know it’s dangerous. They shouldn’t expect the laws of nature to bend for their will just so they’ll be proud. Just for some validation.

“I’m sorry, I- I need to get out.” They forcefully tear their gaze away from the pot and go to the door.

“I’ll just go for a walk. Clear my head. And everything will be fine.” They say, perhaps manifesting for such to happen. The rose doesn’t respond, which. Which makes sense. Yeah. Yeah…

They fix their hair, and try to pull on the pompous, prideful air they masquerade with.

Nobody will look at them long enough to assume they aren’t put together. Not long enough to see their smile is so, so strained. They haven’t before, so why would they now?

Hand resting on the doorknob. Do they really want to do this? Do they really, really want to step outside the door, and into the hall, and walk, steps loud and sharp against the blackstone floors? Continue walking and walking until they reach the courtyard, and-

They open the door before they can keep thinking. Shut it before they can decide the room is far safer and more comfortable than the halls. Start walking before they can turn themself right back around.

“I am a grown person.” They say to the wall. “I am The Crown Prince. They cower when they see me, I don’t cower when I see them.”

That doesn’t help.

Renceren strides down the halls, head held high. They nod curtly to the servants, pretending they stand taller than anyone in here.

Boorish laughter comes from ahead. Suddenly Renceren gets knocked back, some force slamming into their side and shoving them against the wall.

Some pain radiates through their ribs, and they turn to face the oblivious idiot who-

Oh.

“Oi, runt!” Their brother, Mineos, guffaws, his arm looped over one of his comrades in arms. “I haven’t seen you in a while! Nearly squashed you, haha.” He takes another swig from a tankard, and they wince. That alcohol stuff from the overworld smells dreadful, especially when concentrated to survive the heat in the Nether.

“Y-Yes, hello, Mineos. It’s good to see you as well.” And that isn’t entirely a lie, Mineos is one of the few who doesn’t ridicule them. He’s just…a lot.

“Finally out of that stuffy study? Ready to join us on the battlefield and crush skulls and kick babies?”

Ah, joy. They love when Mineos talks about his hobbies.

Mineos ruffles their hair, but presses down harder than needed and they grunt slightly in pain.

“Hey, Mineos. Stop bothering with that scrap, we’ve better things to see, bigger,” Kercules, a high ranking warrior, sneers, hefting his battle axe over his shoulder. “Fish to fry.”

“Yeah yeah. Whatevs. Oh damn, did I hurt you at all?” Mineos stops suddenly, seemingly concerned about them. They can feel Kercules glare on their back.

“What? Oh, I hardly felt it.” Renceren says, even though steady pain still throbs through their shoulder.

“Okay… Anyway, catch ya later, big bro.” Mineos waves, a grin on his face. Kercules snorts, and glances briefly at Renceren and rolls his eyes.

It feels mocking, even though Mineos was being genuine. And even if Mineos didn’t hate them as much as the rest of the castle, what if they started hating him as well?

Besides, he was head over heels for Kercules. If Kercules put his foot down and told him to stop talking to them, Mineos would.

The rowdy party of warriors pass, and Renceren keeps walking. Okay, the walk hasn’t been the greatest, but it’ll be fine. It’ll be okay.

They turn the corner and nearly run into their mother.

Piercing red eyes, long and coiled white hair. She wears golden armor, gilded in redstone. She is power, untouchable, unreachable, and larger than life.

Todays a whole family reunion, they guess. How joyful. How wonderful.

“Mother.” They bow from the waist, wondering why the heat is now stifling. Why they suddenly can’t breathe. Maybe they know the answers, but are they capable of handling them? Can they confront what’s going on?

No.

“Renceren. You have left your chambers? I didn’t know you could do that.” She tilts her head, and it’s like glass shatters. They hold themself still, unmoving as rock. They can’t flinch. They can’t flinch.

“Yes, mother. I was taking a walk.” Keep it simple. Keep it honest. Don’t lie, don’t lie unless there’s no other option.

“Are you…done playing with those vials and things?”

“No, mother. I- I believe that soon, I’ll make a breakthrough, and-”

“Shut up.” Her voice rises slightly, and they just nod, eyes on the floor.

She surveys them for a moment, then laughs. But it’s not kind at all, and not even mocking. Not even with emotion to care. It's dry and coarse, without perturbation.

“Look at my daughter. She’s so amazing, so smart. What a lovely young lady.” She says, tone sort of proud in the sickest, most belittling way. She’s not even being openly awful. She’s just making them feel small, and smaller.

And that shame, that fury, just flows through them again. It’s white hot and it burns, and it feels horrible. They want to hurt her, but they wouldn’t dare. They want to hurt, to scream, to do anything asides stand here in silence while the world somehow keeps turning.

“Mother.” They say, still looking into the ground. If they look up, all they can think of is the expression she’ll wear. “I’d like to be dismissed now.”

“Oh no? I’m sorry honey, did I upset you? Did I upset you, Renceren?” Her lip curls.

“Mother!-” They try to look her in the eye, but they glance up and see red, red, red, and they have to look down so they don’t have to face that glare.

“Don’t raise your voice at me. Do not use that tone.” Her voice goes from airy to stern, to loud. They just nod curtly.

“I was trying to joke around with you. No need to get so defensive.” She says. And she uses her unconcerned tone, the kind that makes them feel like they're crazy. And when she puts it like that, they overreacted, didn’t they?

Yeah. They must have. That’s the only explanation, isn’t it? She doesn’t lie. She’s lied before, but only of little things that are strictly inconsequential.

“May I be dismissed now?” They finally say. She just nods, not even looking at them.

Don’t run out. Don’t look back even though you can feel her gaze on the back of your neck. A thousand more don’ts they've learned over time, and that's how they’ll stay fine.

At least she actually acknowledged their existence today.

They don’t end up continuing their walk. Renceren just goes back to their room. They want so badly to just curl in their bed very small, and block out the world for hours until something happens.

Instead, they light a candle to drive off the darkness, and get back to work.

They’ll show her. That they can do something useful. Something that will help the kingdom reign for centuries more.

“That’s just what you have to do, isn’t it?” They ask the rose. “There’s no point in being if you aren’t useful to someone.”

And of course, there's no reply. They don’t expect one. It’s silly to expect that a plant could talk and maybe even give them like, philosophy or therapy or something of the like.

But maybe, perhaps if the rose could talk, it’d ask them to rest.

//oh this is so old. Anyway

Mineos is silly (Atena has yet to be relevant/mentioned but shes a badass) Mineos is also a piglin, Atena is a blaze.

Kercules too. Wither skeleton silly

AUGH THIS ART SO OLD 💔

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OC tober Day 3: Old OC

For today I rustled up some very old crackfic I cowrote with a friend in middle school. Pa Grape from VeggieTales is there but the rest of the cast is, well, certainly very original.

Enjoy this 315 words of absolute nonsense :)

A Short Pirate Story

Once upon a time there was a tiny little pirate. He was about one foot tall. His name was Lil' Jon Silver. Jon loved a fairy. Her name was Liver. She had big blue eyes and a small liver. But Liver didn't love Silver, she loved a toad.

One day the toad got stepped on by Cap'n Crunch A.K.A. Paa Grape. Paa Grape's cousin's uncle's nephew's great grandma twice removed was Pokkadot. Pokkadot loved sheep, whose neighbor was the dead toad. The Party at the swamp was only for pirates and relatives but everyone came because they were all related.

"This will be sure to get the fairies staircase," the dead toad cried.

"Stop the music, he can't speak, he's dead!" yelled Paa Grape.

"No he's not," argued the Big Bad Wolf.

"I'll kill ye with my bare hands!" screamed Paa.

"You don't have any hands to bare!" the wolf argued.

"Then I'll kick you!" Paa yelled.

"You don't have feet!" argued the wolf.

"Then how did you step on me?" the toad questioned questionally.

Suddenly a doctor appeared out of nowhere! "No, he was here the whole time, he's my third cousin twice removed on my mothers side," the wolf argued.

"You argue a lot, you need anger management classes," the toad counseled.

"Okay," the wolf argued, "I'll go."

"Look At ThEsE wArTs! ThEy NeEd To Be IcEd OfF iMmEdlaTeLy!" the doctor cried in alternate caps. He prepared to whisk off the toad to Hospital Land, a magical land of syringes and bed pans, where the smell of ammonia lingers forever.

~~~~*in hospital land*~~~~

"Now all I nEeD IS a GrApE."

"You wouldn't dare... OH-NO!"

Dun-dun-dun!

What will happen next? Tune in next time to find out! Will Pa Grape be wine?-or Will he be normal? Will they get drunk off him?-or Will he be normal? The answers to these burning questions and more!