#kite maker

[evilhorse]

My year begins in the autumn when the bamboo must be cut for the bones.

(Usagi Yojimbo Vol I #20)

[playroom]

Here is a large calendar/poster by an unknown publisher.

The graphic is a reproduction of Mr. Tezio Hashimoto's kite.

In context, it was the year 2000.

I think the image is fitting, in that it is a battle between a great samurai warrior and a demon... Perhaps this is the Japanese way to fend of the Millennium curse?

Tezio Hashimoto (1904-1991).

[lilithsaga]

Earlier upload time today? Why? Today, we take it easy by completing side quests we may have missed along the way. New areas, new people, new lore.

Oh, and a whirlwind of chaos... 🌪

[andro-dino]

how about some thoughts on juno and kite digitalvalentineshipping. like first meeting, first battle, that stuff. they’re silly and stupid <3

you have no idea the door you just opened shekel

digivalen my beloveds <333

- The way I imagine Juno’s intro going really makes em stand out. I wanna draw it out hopefully one day so I’m not gonna transcribe it out too much but her biggest kind of thing is the way they’re like ���I don’t like to think of a battle as a fight. It’s a conversation we have with our beys” and that really particularly sticks with people. His and kite’s first battle is what kinda establishes their dynamic of juno teasing kite and being able to fluster him and catch him off guard, though also entertaining him and listening to him more than most would usually. I think one of the biggest scenarios I enjoy with them (coming from their original ref sheet) is the case of kite going on one of his science and data and perfection rants and juno laughing at that and telling him “You’re real funny, Mr. Perfect!” and that really catching him by surprise. Both because that’s not a reaction he’d ever expect, and also because Juno’s the only person besides himself to actually refer to him as Mr. Perfect. I think juno would pull what you’d probably expect, basically asking him how much of his heart is in the battle if all he’s focused on is data and what he’s actually feeling in the moment, general back and forth with that and some juno-isms, and I think eventually kite ends up winning, but as juno smiles and says he looks forward to seeing him again, he realized that they weren’t trying as hard as they could’ve, and suddenly kites interest is sparked and he can’t stop thinking about her.

- I talked about this way way back and I don’t think I’ve mentioned it as much recently but I am obsessed with the idea that juno asked kite out like 10 times before kite realized she was actually serious. For his credit, juno is kinda cryptic with her flirting, but seriously there’s only so many times you can go “this is just how she teases me! he’s just trying to make me embarrassed!” before it becomes obvious.

- Part of that I think would also kite having NO idea how to deal with being attracted to someone. “He’s so intriguing. The fact that he wasn’t giving it his all bothers me. Was he patronizing me? The way they smile and stay calm bothers me. Why do I want to challenge her again so bad? Why are they so frustrating? Why does it excite me that they keep talking to me?” (<- clueless)

- Ren and juno become fairly good friends and the first time she found out about Juno’s crush was when suddenly juno went “That Kite Unabara… he’s real interesting, huh?” and gave a lil smile and walked away and ren just took a moment to process that and went “NO. OH GOD NO. J U N O. KITE????? REALLY???????”

- She makes fun of them every single time they bring it up but did kinda help wingman when she was trying to ask him out (mostly by going “Juno I know he thinks he’s smart but he’s such a dumbass you have to like actually smack him across the face and tell him straight out pls”)

- Oh my god yk that also made me think, one of my hcs is that ren and kite very occasionally get along for the sole purpose of teaming up to make fun of Zyro and Shinobu for being corny but as soon as kite gets with juno she’s just like “nuh uh. no. you don’t get to participate in this now you hypocrite.”

- I really don’t think I can talk enough about how much kite would love using pet names. He’s suuuuuuuch a loser and juno loves em so he’s just constantly throwing out new ones. He folds immediately once juno reciprocates that though.

- While juno usually is very calm and the one leading the relationship, he has his very rare moments of crumbling bc of kite. Kites their dorkass loser boy most of the time but occasionally he can do or say something that just makes them so weak.

- Big moment for Juno was when kite first introduced them as his partner to eight. She knows how much they care about each other and she becomes so concerned with making sure that he makes a good impression. She’s trying to hard to hide their physical pain when eight doesn’t immediately warm up to her but he keeps trying his best bc he needs this.

- Juno being whipped for him feeds kites ego a lot and is awful for everyone involved because he somehow gets worse and also ends up making a fool of himself because of how hard he’s trying to impress her constantly

[re1ayanam3]

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❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter three | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 NSFW | minor character death, Coriolanus Snow is his own warning

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Coryo finds out the consequences of his actions and finds one of his friends dead

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 third chapter is here!! Do remember to give feedback, thank you!!

beta read:: @nowitsmissing <33

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According to Coryo, Dean Highbottom deserves to be punched. Coriolanus truly wishes he could punch that man's face and break his teeth in the process.

As soon as he entered the classroom, with you in tow. Highbottom doesn't waste a second to praise your insight into welcoming the tributes at the zoo and how you acted in front of the cameras. Creating the very spectacle they had been aiming for. Snow was fuming because he was sure it was because of his songbird, not his soulmate that the views had gotten up.

But, he doesn't think Mr. High As A Kite cares. Coriolanus almost thought he wouldn't even get any attention, neither positive nor negative. He was willing to accept that outcome considering the fact he perhaps broke several rules being inside the cage along with the tributes.

He was wrong.

‘Three demerits and you will be expelled.’

And he officially has his first demerit, on his perfect darn record. He opens his mouth to speak against it-

“Snow falls down on the cage.

It falls down on the cage

But it landed…” Dr. Gauls’ voice echoes around the classroom as she walks down the stairs to Coriolanus level.

“On stage,” he replied, his face nonchalant but his hands fisted on his lap, hidden from view. He had an urge to kick at the table, his mind reeling over what if Dean Highbottom removed him from the games. Would that mean he will be disqualified from the Plinth Prize?

He can't have that. He can't.

Before his mind spirals into a panic attack, dr. Gaul steals his attention with her words.

“You're good at Games,” she said, “Perhaps one day you'll be a game maker like me.” Coriolanus Snow couldn't possibly think of a future in which he's a gamemaker, he never thought of it as a real career. Nothing of his interests nor challenging enough for him. Of course, he doesn't say his thoughts out loud.

He doesn't reply at all, he doesn't have to because Dr. Gaul asks him a question. What are the Hunger Games for? There's no true answer to that. Something so cruel, something so horrible. There's no way to justify that with the truth. Lies perhaps, lies he was taught in the textbooks.

“They’re to punish the districts for their uprising,” he said, only to be replied with “Dull, dull, dull,” by Dr. Gaul.

“Why the games?” She asked again. And Coriolanus had no answer. Because there were plenty of ways to punish the districts. Starvation. Bombing. Public execution.

Why the games?

Coriolanus Snow had no answer and Sejanus Plinth took over instead. As usual, he spewed about the wrongness of the games. The words that will go one ear in and another ear out. Dean Highbottom butts in the discussion as well, talking about how the game had run its course.

Coriolanus can't have that, he can't even fathom the thought of the games gone and in return losing his chance of winning. Coriolanus stands up, gaining the attention of his peers and authoritative figures alike with a daring but simple sentence.

“Dean Highbottom is wrong. My classmates too,” he said, his voice filled with the confidence he didn't feel.

His fingers twitch, feeling the urge to touch the burned soulmate mark on his wrist as a way to calm his soul down. He did no such thing, burying the urge deep in his mind as he began to explain his reasoning.

“People need someone to root for and to root against. . .” He continues, “And if we bend a few Capitol laws, we can even get people to place bets.”

He swallowed, trying to ignore the fact that his palms had begun to sweat as he waited for a reply. After a bit, dr. Volumnia Gaul grinned. Her smile made his bones chill.

“Very well, Coriolanus Snow,” she said, her tone calm yet underneath laid excitement. “I’d like you to write a proposal of these thoughts, Mr. Snow.”

Before Coriolanus could agree to the opportunity, you jump in. You stand up, beside Coryo. Your soft voice rang in his ear and he subconsciously closed his eyes to savor your voice no matter what it said. For a moment he didn't even seem to hear what you were saying, he quickly opened his eyes, looking down on the wooden floor instead. His pale cheeks burning, praying that no one saw that.

He finally hears what you say.

“Let's not limit the Games to the Capitol. Let's unite the whole of Panem with it,” you said, your voice filled with conviction. “I am sure Dr. Gaul if you give me the chance to write a proposal too, you won't be less than impressed.”

“Very well, miss,” she said, cordially, “I will be looking forward to seeing what the star mentors have to say.”

“Do not disappoint,” Dr. Volumnia Gaul grins before taking herself out of the classroom.

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After a quick lunch (not, he decided to sneak food for Lucy Gray) and a plan to meet up with you in the library at night. He sets out in the Zoo with Sejanus Plinth on his toe. The rich boy carrying a whole bag of food, something Coriolanus could only dream of. While Coriolanus had some sloppy sandwich and cold cookies wrapped in a napkin.

Shamed filled his veins about the fact that in his current abilities, he could bring stolen food for his tribute. He takes solace in the fact Sejanus’ tribute refused the bacon sandwich offered to him. A satisfaction in his mind to see Sejanus being rejected by his tribute while Lucy Gray was cooperative as before.

She takes the food, giving some of it to the district twelve boy. Coriolanus frowned as he saw her share the food he bought her. He leaned into the cage to whisper, “Are you going to share everything I give you?”

Lucy Gray replied, not skipping a beat, “You think I ought to build up my strength so I can strangle him in the arena?”

Coriolanus wishes to snap at her and say yes but he knew he had to show kindness to the songbird for her to do his bidding. He takes a deep breath to calm himself down, as Lucy Gray's eyes divert to his classmate, Arachne, his classmate who was busy amusing herself with her district ten tribute.

“Hunger is a weapon in the districts,” Lucy Gray comments, “Seems like your friend here knows it.”

Coryo barely suppressed a snort as he replied, “She's not a friend. She's poison with perfect teeth.” He smiles along with Lucy Gray. He leans down to Lucy Gray's level, his fingers gripping the bars between them. He whispered, “I may have the chance to help you. Make suggestions. I might even get the chance to send you gifts in the arena. Food and water.”

Lucy Gray replied, her voice hardening with the fact that she knew there was a catch, “What's the catch?”

“You might need to sing.”

“I don't sing when I am told. I sing when I have something to say.”

Coriolanus furrows his eyebrows as he hears her response. She would rather die in the arena than create a spectacle of herself. Stupid in his opinion, to value the integrity of art over their life. He opens his mouth to convince her otherwise but then an incident happens that leaves him shaken to his core.

The district ten girl, the tribute Arachne was playing with snatched the water bottle from his peer, smashes it against the cage��� and in a blink of an eye, Arachne had her throat slit.

Horror fills Coriolanus as he rushes to her side. His hands over her wound, putting pressure to stop the flow of never-ending crimson blood. He sees her eyes losing life, he almost didn't hear the gunshots killing the tribute who caused this. He cried out for help, only to be ignored. He was grabbed by the shoulder by a peacekeeper. He was dragged away, as Arachne Crane bled out in front of him.

She was dead.

The people from the district were truly animals is his last thought, as he blinks away the tears and shock and goes to his home.

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In the comfort of his ruined home, he had taken a shower and had dinner with his family. He listens to the warnings his grandma’am spewed and hears Tigris voice her opinion against it. He doesn't say a word in between, his fingers tracing the scar over and over again, it was the action that managed to keep him sane for the moment.

After the dinner, he begins to change his outfit. He wears a black shirt, something from his father's closet, and too-tight grey pants. He looks at his hands and imagines Arachne on them. He takes a sharp breath and watches the red fade away from his mind. He tugs at his shirt sleeve and the burned tissue comes into view.

He does so hoping that you're waiting for him in the library. Lucy Gray was a disappointment, Sejanus too. Arachne death is a disappointment too. You were the only one he could rely on not to do the same.

He pressed his lips to the scar and for a mere flash of the moment imagines kissing you instead. For a moment, he forgets you're District, for a moment you're just his and he indulges himself in the fantasy of having your soft lips against his.

Tigris breaks him from his daydream by asking, “Are you sure that she will be waiting, Coryo?”

He looks back at Tigris, his lips pulled in a smirk, his thoughts free of mourning. He covers the scar and replies,

“She was never one to disappoint.”

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Isis Deity Deep Dive

Known most notably as the “mother goddess”, Isis comes with many names, many stories, and many talents. Let’s get to know her!

Parents and Siblings

Geb and Nut

Osiris (brother)

Set (brother)

Nephthys (sister)

Horus the Elder (brother)

Lovers or Partners

Osiris is most commonly noted as her husband

Min

Serapis

Horus the Elder

Children

Horus (the younger)

Min

Four Sons of Horus

Bastet (sometimes)

Isis had many names (see image for her name in Hieroglyphs), often these doubled as titles that described her role.

The Divine One

The Queen of all Gods

Queen of Heaven

The Maker of Sunrise

Mother of God

Khut: giver of light at the beginning of a new year

Usert: goddess of the earth

Thenenet: goddess of the Tuat (the underworld)

Satis: the Nile flood’s power

Ankhet: providing fertility from the waters and embracer of the land

Kekhet: goddess of the fields and the cultivated areas

Renenet: goddess of the harvest

Tcheft: goddess of the food offered to the gods by humans

Ament: lady of the underworld who restored the bodies of the dead so they could live with Osiris in his kingdom.

Notes

Other names given to the goddess are Aset, Aust, Eenohebis, Eset, Esu, Hesat, Iahu, Unt, Urethekau, and Werethekau.

Her name has been debated to mean “throne” or “the seat”

There are no known references to Isis before the 5th Dynasty. Starting in obscurity, she became one of the most popular Kemetic deities, with a reach far beyond Egypt. This gave her many associations over time.

She is a psychopomp, leading the dead to the afterlife, which relates to her husband Osiris.

Often given the role or title of “mourner”, she was mentioned in the rites of the dead.

While being associated with death, she was also heavily associated with healing and magic, these two associations becoming more prominent as time went on and she gained popularity.

Isis is often conflated with fellow Kemetic goddess, Hathor, who she shares a likeness with in many ways and eventually usurped power as the most popular goddess in Egypt.

In one tale, it is said that Isis tricked Ra into revealing his true name to her, and as such gave her his magical abilities.

Seen as the ideal mother, the ideal wife, and all around ideal woman of the time, Isis gained popularity amongst high society and the common folk alike.

Her primary temples were in Behbeit el-Hagar and Philae, though she was often worshipped in many other temples, even in those not dedicated to her, but on a more minor level.

Due to her many associations, she also eventually came to be seen as the patron goddess of sea-farers.

Weaving, baking, and brewing beer are associated with her as well, as is the star Sirius and the kite falcon and the rearing cobra.

Festivals of Isis in Roman times were held on December 25, January 6, and March 5. Lychnapsia has also been suggested to be a festival dedicated to Isis.

Unlike many Kemetic deities, whose clergy were required to be of the same gender as the god, men and women both served in Isis’ temples.

In Greece her cult developed into a Mystery Religion and it held strong all throughout the Mediterranean until the 6th century CE.

Isis was said to conceal herself as an old or injured woman begging for alms.

Correspondences

Any traditional correspondence will be marked with a (T).

Rocks/Stone/Crystals

Bronze, red jasper (T), gold

Herbs/Plants

Acacia, persea, and date palm (sacred trees in Ancient Egypt), lotus, wheat

Cobra (T)

Scorpion (T)

Kite (or kestrel) (T)

Offerings

Beer (T)

Wine (T)

Honey (T)

Clean Water

Incense

Milk (T)

Perfume

Acts of Devotion

Practicing magic

Practicing medicine

Donating to charities involving healing or protecting those in need

Creating or reciting poems, hymns, songs, or prayers to Isis

References and Further Reading

Ancient Egypt Online - Isis

Britannica - Isis

The Complete Gods And Goddesses of Ancient Egypt by Umair Mirza

Wikipedia - Isis

World History Encyclopedia - Isis

Center for Hellenic Studies - Isis

Isiopolis (A votive work for Isis)

“I Am Isis”: The Role of Speech in the Cult of Isis by Martin Bommas

[cream-and-five-sugars]

Jaune’s daily to do list:

disastrous lighting of the morning lantern (stop the first fire)!!!

save PP from the residual water from stopping the first fire

BRUNCH!

patrol the town - check-in on individual PP

stop the pebble tower from toppling!!

secure the dam

save Ren from falling into koi pond

watch out for tearable twos!! >:(

keep away from shredder!

if any traveling salesman / traders come through, check for hazardous goods

if you wouldn’t give it to a baby, DON’T give it to the PPs!

help w/ daily construction / beautifying projects (so PP don’t get injured)

LUNCH!

no more fried foods (too much grease)!

tea shop fiasco

stop the second fire

save PP from the residual water from the second fire

check-in at sandpaper knife-shop

help rake the sand (*you’d be surprised how dangerous a rake can be!)

keep Oscar away from anything that can be used as a kite string

STOP. THE. GOOSE.

repair scarecrows in rice fields

**if late, fight off giant crows / make new scarecrows (Ruby will help)

stop carts from crashing --> east marketplace

stop the coffee maker at the café before it EXPLODES

[call? get all?] paper indoors before DAILY WIND SURGE

stop Nora from climbing pebble tower during the storm (trust me, this one ends poorly :( )

take the scissors from Neptune

stop the “bandits”

stop the third, and final – hopefully? – fire

help Pyrrha w/ her hw :)

stop the un-foldening (*you’ll know it when you see it)

take away the makeshift lightning rods during the storm

get Paper Pleasers to bed

final rounds

find a way home...

[pumpkinsy0]

yo i love pony going to haiti headcanons

I NEED A PART WHERE PONY MEETS CURLY’S FAMILY😩

WOOOO ANOTHER EXCUSE TO KEEP UP W THE HCS YEAAAAA

•part of the family still in haiti lives in like cap-haitien and the other part lives in the countryside of haiti

•pony already wants to be in the countryside canonically, ik he would love the countryside of haiti

•he likes the scenery, he helps take care of their donkey, he likes helping to farm, and bro even helped at the market when they had to sell their product, he made a good impression on em ik they loved him

•they r pretty chill, simple ppl, pony likes the quiet

•only thing he rlly had to get uses to was showering there bc he had to use the stream near by to shower or somethin

•NOW w the family in cap-haitien, theyre way more to handle, got about 3 bald sons, ik they bad as hell😭😭

•the way pony dresses already, i actually think he wouldnt have a big problem w the tempter in haiti hes def not overheating hes aight, he will however get a sun burn and then a cool tan lol, he was called “lènmi solèy la” for a while tho when he did have that sun burn

•something within curly changed when he saw pony w a tan, i can feel it

•im ngl they were def laughing at pony a lil for being a bit scared w some things and they made fun of him</33

•but the shepards assured pony that he was welcomed bc their family did actually cut some fruit for him

•pony was absolutely bombarded w questions about america, i can feel it

•and when it comes to curlys cousins whos around their age, bc they only speak kreyòl or french they had a bit of a hard time communicating, like theyd be trying to talk about tv shows but they only knew of the show in its french name, but they were trying so hard to b friends so its ok

•i think it would be sweet if pony, curly, and the older cousins went out to hang out together, just getting snacks at the store and making jokes, also im calling it now that pony would love salty plantain chips

•when it comes to the younger cousins, they r definitely pulling pony everywhere, making him play w them, fly kites w them, they run around with sparklers, pony doesnt rlly like kids that much, but he found it pretty endearing

•curlys grandma LOVES pony, he thinks hes very thoughtful and loves that he can appreciate the small things in life, shes in her rocking chair talking to pony w his very broken kreyòl about sunsets <33

•pony cant cook haitian food for SHIT but he can cut some veggies and fruit, hes in the kitchen w the aunties quietly cutting as many things they want him to cut as they gossip

•honestly pony was WAY more scared of the uncles, they r SO loud and competitive and its even worse bc theyre playing dominos, and dominos is NOT a friendly game in a caribbean household at ALL

•BUT he did have fun playing card games w em, he even won a few times and got some respect 🙏🏽

•theres this mask maker called charlotte charles and she makes papier-mâché mask for carnival and i will DIE on this hill that curlys family bought a mask for pony to wear for kanaval AND let him keep it bc she also makes mask of ponys, and his name is ponyboy so boom, heres examples of mask she made, im a big fan of em🙏🏽🙏🏽

•im TELLING u, pony and angela would be the ones quietly collecting seashells at the beach while everyone else is just in the water or laying in the sun

•tim is actually way more chill and doesnt have a scowl on his face most of the time, however the family does wonder wtf is happening in america for tim to act so closed off

•pony sees the rest of the family in america vs the family in haiti and hes surprised at the differences, the family in haiti doesnt have a lot but they r happy being together while in america they have more, but r so fucked up😭😭

[ceapa-mica]

Family Life: Exile 🪁 - a Thrawn headcanon

My fingers did a high speed race on the keyboard writing this hc. I'm surprised they didn't fall off. 😄

Enjoy!

🔞 This is slightly NSFW 🔞 + angsty

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Life in exile is not exactly easy, especially when confronted with the many dangers of Peridea and with an always curious daughter to keep safe…

In the blink of an eye you're confronted with a new reality - exile. (or in Thrawn's case exile from an exile lol) You quickly realize how dangerous Peridea is with the amount of troopers getting killed by faceless bandits while out exploring.

Since then Thrawn only sends out scouts when absolutely necessary and keeps most of the crew aboard the Chimera, safe for those in search of food. Otherwise you couldn't sustain the entire crew for much longer.

At first you're mad at your husband. You blame him for being exiled with no way to contact your family and friends, and you're not the only one.

You try to shield your daughter from the cruelty of the exile. There's a designated safe outpost for your crew where you spend some of your time. Catching fresh air and going for a walk under Peridea’s cloudy sky can lift the spirits.

She loves flying her hand crafted kite on the outpost’s rocky plateau. One time she actually put her little ysalamir on her kite. It survived, but what followed was a reprimand from her dad, telling her not to needlessly put lives at risk and that the lizard certainly didn't have any fun clinging for dear life onto that piece of fabric in the air. She never did it again.

Since there is no holonet connection on Peridea you and Thrawn teach your daughter everything she would usually learn at school in your quarters. That can't replace actual lessons with other children though. You soon realize that your daughter misses her peers from her holonet classes.

Not just the lack of friends her age but the entire situation affects your daughter’s behavior. She becomes less playful and more serious, leading to her being eager to learn more self-defense in her father’s dojo. Thrawn thinks it's a good thing. You are worried though.

Another thing you're worried about is the presence of the nightsisters. They claim that they're able to contact someone from your Galaxy, so Thrawn insists on working with them to return back home. You don't trust them though and keep your daughter as far away from them as possible.

Look, the perfect marriage doesn’t exist. Even your marriage with Thrawn has its ups and downs. You argue quite often during your time in exile. Thrawn never raises his voice though. This maker-forsaken planet weighs down on everyone’s mood, including yours.

Makeup sex helps a lot with that. Thrawn leaves more marks on you than usual. After so many years your sex life is still going strong. It's the perfect way to let out the pent up frustration with your unfortunate situation.

You’re not the only ones using sex to cope. Among your crew a few women end up pregnant and some not so secret weddings are taking place.

Meanwhile your daughter finds joy in learning how to ride a howler. She's not allowed to leave the outpost unaccompanied, a rule she doesn’t like at all. She still has this neverending thirst for knowledge and thinks the death troopers joining her on her trips through the Peridean wasteland are just slowing her down or disrupting her studies of the local flora and fauna.

One day she actually leaves on her own and gets captured by bandits. Fortunately your husband is a strategic mastermind able to track her down before it's too late. To say Thrawn was mad is an understatement. He reprimands her in a dangerously low voice and grounds her for an entire month. He was actually as scared for her safety as you.

Tbh Thrawn feels guilty af since you’re in this exile because of a mistake he made, and during that incident with the bandits he felt he let his family down again. He orders his best people to take out those bandits once and for all to make this place a little safer for all of you.

At the point your kid is 10 years old she's super interested in collecting and documenting rock fossils she finds on trips through the rocky wasteland. Thrawn thinks they are beautiful, telling her that nature is truly the greatest artist. A few fossils even find their way into his art collection.

Most people would consider a 10 year old too young to use a blaster. Thrawn on the other hand thinks it's the right age to get her used to the weapon. He takes it upon himself to teach her to shoot and gifts her her first blaster. He sleeps better at night knowing she can defend herself from a distance. The circumstances make it necessary for her to learn this skill this early, at least that's what he tells himself.

You take your daughter to the outpost almost every day at this point and show her how she can help out. You both help wherever you can. Collecting firewood and herbs for tea, cooking stews, building shelter, and even taming wild howlers.

Thrawn doesn't join you at the outpost, he's busy keeping everything running. Even in exile he takes his job as seriously as ever.

When you and your daughter return to your quarters at nightfall you can barely keep your eyes open. So when Thrawn returns after a busy day of keeping his troops motivated, and finds the loves of his life cuddled up on the sofa waiting for him, he feels at peace. He knows wherever his life takes him, you will follow.

Your daughter shows interest in helping babysit the offspring of your crew. Thrawn agrees, glad his little girl accepts that kind of responsibility. Soon she, and a few junior officers, look after a bunch of rambunctious toddlers. It keeps her occupied and playing with other children, despite them being eight+ years younger, benefits her mental health. She becomes more playful again and no longer feels like she has to grow up fast in this exile.

Thrawn is still busy working on a plan to escape Peridea. Seeing your daughter adapting to this exile makes you less worried for her. In fact, you get used to Peridea as well, without losing hope of returning home one day.

You know how much pressure lasts on Thrawn's shoulders, and you do your best to help him deal with it. He's so glad his family has his back at all times, and he knows that he's not really far from home, because his home is his family - you and your little girl, right there with him. As long as he's got you both, he is exactly where he needs to be the most. He's determined to return to your home galaxy though. He still has his mission that needs to be finished. Then, and only then, he will be able to introduce his loved ones to his homeworld and his people.

There is one more family life hc I'm planning. One thing we haven't explored yet is how Thrawn (+you) will deal with your daughter once she hits puberty. That will be the next and last family life hc coming soon.

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Mahito goes to kindergarten

Kenjaku walked down the sewers until he found what he was looking for.

"Mahito."

The curse glanced up. He had a paper in his hands and had just finished drawing something.

"Oh, hey Geto! Look at what I made!"

In Mahito's hands was a crudely drawn picture of some blue kind of creature, coated in armour. The words "happy birthday to me" plastered above.

"Is that your fursona? Actually, never mind. I have other matters to discuss."

"Like planning my birthday party?"

"You're only a few months old, it's far too early for that. Speaking of, shouldn't you be at school?"

"What's that? It sounds boring!"

"Jogo and I have already discussed the issue. You're young and need all the learning tools you can get. Mahito, you're being enrolled into kindergarten."

The curse jumped up and stomped his foot.

"No way!"

Suddenly Hanami showed up with Dagon and Jogo.

"...yrroS"

Now there were flowers blooming everywhere and Mahito had calmed down considerably. Hanami had also sprouted some hemp plants which Jogo promptly set on fire just as a backup plan. The curse was now high as a kite and was lacking his usual murderous aura.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I'm walking on clouds..."

Mahito then started playing with Jogo's face.

"No way! I never noticed that you have one eye. I'm gonna call you Mike Wazoski from now on!"

"Geto, get him off of me!"

"So it's settled. You'll be joining your classmates tomorrow morning."

"Don't think this changes anything! I want a birthday present and it better be a PlayStation 5!"

"Fine."

_______

It was the next day and Mahito was donning a blue uniform and a yellow hard hat.

"Are you sure they'll buy it?"

"Of course. Now run along and don't forget your lunchbox."

Kenjaku had specifically chosen an area where citizens were more likely to be able to see cursed spirits. He could have told Mahito to change his souls structure to resemble a child but he wanted payback, and had told the teacher that his "son" had a learning disability that caused him to be held back.

Mahito began to open his lunchbox.

"Lunchables, awesome! By Geto, see you later!"

He then ran off with a piece of toast in his mouth like it was a 90's anime.

Jogo then spoke up."Why are you really doing this?"

"Because he called my son a failure."

"But you always call your sons failures."

"Yes, but not Yuji."

_______

"Now children, we have a new student joining us today. Please say hello."

"Yo. My name's Mahito and I can do this really cool trick!"

He then began to vomit up transfigured humans. The classroom began to scream.

"Mahito, would you like me to take you to the nurses office?"

"It's fine. I'm not injured and if I was I could just change my soul."

"R-right..."

She then began to sweep away the strange "candy" that her student puked up.

"You may sit down wherever you'd like..."

The next thing she knew and Mahito was now sitting on her desk, causing the previously scared children to now laugh.

"Mahito, that's not a seat..."

"I guess you're right. Okay, I'll sit here then."The curse was now sitting in the teachers chair.

"Mahito, you need to get up!"

"But you said I could sit down anywhere!"

"Yes, but I meant in one of the seats over there."

She was now pointing to where the rest of the class was.

"Fine..." he angrily mumbled. He was definitely putting a whoopie cushion there later.

_______

After taking two hours to teach Mahito the alphabet (Hiragana and Kanji), it was now time for art class.

"Teacher, there's a problem!"

"Now, now, what is it?"

"It's the new boy! He keeps hogging all the crayons except for the white ones! I can't see my drawing even if I wanted too!"

"Let me deal with this."

She then went to find the trouble maker.

"Mahito! We need to have a discussion."

"Aww, but I'm busy!"

She looked down at the curse. He had just about every crayon you could imagine. Beneath her was a drawing of a girl who was missing an eye and a man that could only be described as a burn victim.

"W-what..., what is that?..."

Mahito was now grinning with joy.

"Sorcerers. I can't be bothered to remember their names though."

"Give me the crayons..."

"How about no!"

"Mahito!"

She tried to grab them but it was too late. He had swallowed them all in one gulp.

"...Alright everyone, it's time for recess!"

_______

While the teacher was trying not to have a nervous breakdown, Mahito began to take note of his surroundings.

"Sweet, bubbles!"

He then began to blow some of the mixture.

"Can I try some?"

Another child had made the grave mistake of talking to Mahito.

"Sure!"

The curse then threw the liquid into the child's eyes.

_______

The teacher could hear screaming and then swallowed another asprin.

"They said this job was supposed to be easy!"

_______

By the time she had made it outside, Mahito was using a jump rope as a whip while running after a group of children.

"EVERYONE INSIDE, NOW!"

Now it was lunch time and Mahito began to open up his lunchbox.

"Yay, lunchables!"

Then he looked closer.

"Wait a minute... This is kid cuisine!"

Mahito took the box and flung it.

"Too bad. I wanted to know what lead tastes like..."

He then decided that he was going to go swiper the fox style and sneak parts of other kids lunches when they weren't looking.

"All right, let's see what I caught!"

Enclosed in his hands was a button, some rice, a bandaid and a candy bar. He put his lips around the chocolate bar and began to bite it in half (not unlike how Gege killed Gojo). He then felt something sharp pierce his tongue. He pulled out the item and noticed that it was a razor blade.

"Wow, I didn't know KitKat's come with prizes now."

_______

Mahito began to notice children taking out blankets.

"What are they doing?"

"Don't you know Mahito, it's almost nap time."

"Nap time? No way, I wanna keep playing with the fidget spinners!"

She had finally had enough.

"Mahito, does this rag smell like chloroform to you?"

"What's chloro-"

The curse was now knocked out and the children began to clap.

"The evil is defeated!"

_______

When Mahito came to, he could hear parts of a conversation.

"I'm sorry but I can no longer teach your son. I reccomend that he be held back to preschool."

"My apologies. I know that he can be a bit of a handful."

"Ha!"

Mrs. Crandall lit her cigarette. Oh yeah, she was definitely getting wasted tonight.

"Hey sleepyhead. It seems like you're all tuckered out from your first day of school."

"PS5..."

"Yes, I didn't forget about that. Let's get you home first."

_______

The disaster crew were now seated as they waited for Geto. The door opened and the man had a large box in his arms.

"As promised, here's your reward-"

Mahito cut him off immediately and began to tear it open.

"Huh? What is this!?"

Jogo peered his head into the box.

"I don't understand all this technology but even I know math. Isn't this what you wanted?"

In the box contained a PS2 that was taped together to a PS3. There was also a copy of Knack for the PlayStation 4.

"I hate you!"

"The feeling is mutual. Happy Birthday!"

[frankensteinical]

Forty Days of Frankenstein, Day Seven: This moody black-and-white full-page panel is from a Frankenstein graphic novel adaptation first published by Moonstone Books in 1989 (and reprinted subsequently at least twice). The quite serviceable, straightforward adaptation was done by writer Martin Powell, but it's the drawings by artist Patrick Olliffe that really make it pop. Here is the moment when the monster encounters his maker's younger brother by chance. Mayhem, of course, ensues. I like the insertion of a purely gratuitous kite which later makes for a dramatic panel. I'm pleased to say I have this book in my collection in a 2002 reprint.