#kora plus

[kora-kat]

Your tma comics are so funny I love the concept that the Eye just dumps the most random information into Jon's head 😂

Thanks! I am just obsessed with the concept of the dread horrors just bringing nuisance to their avatars

[okartichoke]

ace avian. that’s what we’re calling this 🗣️🗣️🗣️

please let me know if you have any thoughts or suggestions or input or anything! i’m happy to bounce ideas around (i'll post DL-6 someday soon i swear)

link to masterpost || explations below cut

shoutout to the anon who sent in that ask bc i seriously fell in love with blue jay phoenix. SHOUTOUT TO TAKAHE PHOENIX TOO THO takahe phoenix, you will forever be in my heart and im glad you existed <3333,, (maybe in this au he’s got some loving adoptive takahe parents :3) (YKNOW WHAT YEAH that’s canon now)

but yeah, flight-avoidant jay phoenix still lends itself well to the common-man hardworking underdog vibe i want from him. speaking of flight-avoidant...

Phoenix's relationship with flying:

It's a bit complicated. Basically, Phoenix can fly, but he historically chooses not to. From the lack of any practice, he's an INCREDIBLY weak flier. (That hovering is really all he can manage)

For one, he's still afraid of heights. Can't help that. This fear means he was less inclined to practice flying, which made him a weaker flier. And being a weaker flier, in turn, made his fear of heights worse. And so on, in a loop. With flightless parents too (it's canon now it's canon), there's even less of a reason to learn to fly. At some point, not flying might've even become something he stuck with out of stubbornness lol, knowing Phoenix.

(I will soon be making a couple small world building posts, but) flying isn't necessary to get around in their society. Convenient, sure, but Phoenix realized he could make do without, and so he did. Phoenix, you icon. Slay. 💅💅

i know this probably isn't the popular take with wing AUs??, but Phoenix being flightless (or at least semi-flightless) sounded like a really fun take on the idea to me. His name is irony at its peak. I also look forward to exploring how other characters react to him not flying. The prosecutors are going to have so many cheap insult opportunities.

As I mentioned though, he still uses his wings a LOT, though. He's much more emotive with them than most people. His sarcastic inner-dialogue remarks are also betrayed by his wings lmao

I also imagine bird-folk never really invented bikes (riding would just be annoying with their wings, plus bikes aren't fast/efficient enough to outweigh just flying), so instead, Phoenix gets around on a little wing-powered scooter device (like scootaloo lol) (they're usually made for children who can't fly yet, but Phoenix still uses one)

finally, wow, stellar jay’s are quite literally just phoenix wright as a bird lmao? color scheme, hair, it’s uncanny. give it a pink tie and it just is Phoenix Wright, i used a blue jay since they’ve got a bit more striking wings but wow.

(ty again for the support and for reading my essay ! :3)

one more thing, but @kora-kat YES YES YES this. ^^^^ omg THIS. this is still true even though he's a jay now.

[talaok]

Good afternoon honey, I was wondering if you could write dark! Joel x plus size reader where the reader is suffering with body image and that night you go out to a club and meet Joel but smut? love the blog🥰

Pairing:Joel Miller x plus size!reader

Warnings: body image problems, negative talk of reader's body and self, smut| dub-con, unprotected p in v sex, a bit of degrading, and dark! Joel

A/n: ok ok ok I've never written a plus-size reader so if this is bad just tell me, honestly, I'll delete it, it's fine (yes I'm really nervous about this, I'm scared it's disrespectful) thank you so much for the ask tho babe💗

The dress looked absolutely horrendous on you. It was too tight and too loose in all the wrong places.

Your curves looked like they were stretching the fabric so much it was gonna tear the moment you took a step, and the makeup on your face now just looked like a pathetic attempt at driving people's attention away from it.

This was a mistake, you sighed, looking at the loser staring back at you from the other side of the mirror.

I should have never agreed to this, It's so fucking stupid.

You mumbled to yourself as you unsuccessfully tried fixing the dress in any way that wouldn't make it look so incredibly ridiculous.

Maybe I can pretend I'm sick or something, 

Maybe I got a really bad headache all the sudden,

Maybe I got fucking infected, I don't know, that would be believable. I can just start making some weird ass noises and I doubt she'd still want to go out with me.

"Hey, you ready?" Kora opened the door, causing all your plans to fall apart with one single action.

"yep" you forced a smile "all ready"

"Great, let's go!"

fuck my life man.

__ __ __

"Are you serious?" you asked, actually kind of mad

"I know, I know, I'm sorry"

"you've just met him" you pointed out, frustration and annoyance lacing your tone.

"I know" she repeated "but-" she sighed, glancing back at the man "he's so hot y/n, I mean-"

you rolled your eyes "Whatever, go have fun, I'm just gonna go home"

"no don't go home, you can have fun without me," she said "Maybe with someone else..." she raised her brows suggestively and you felt one breath away from punching her.

You shot her a look.

Yeah, like anyone would want to "have fun" with me

"what?" she asked, clueless

you stared at her, the same expression in your eyes.

"you know what"

"oh my god," she moaned "again with this thing? Y/n you're hot as fuck, anyone with half a brain cell can see that"

You remained silent.

You hated the pity party of having everyone constantly lie to you about how you looked.

Just tell me the truth. I look like shit.

It's fine, I know it, you know it, the whole world fucking knows it so stop talking to me like I'm a fucking baby and tell me the truth.

I can take it. Trust me, I've been telling it to myself since I was born.

"in fact..." A small smirk tugged at her lips as her eyes focused somewhere behind you " I think somebody definitely noticed" she grinned like an idiot as she stared at someone behind you.

"shut up" you stopped her "You know he's not," you said "He's probably looking at you"

"Oh no" she shook her head, that stupid smile still tugging at her lips "No he's definitely looking at you" She waved at him and you immediately grabbed her hand, forcing it down

"stop! what are you doing!?"

"I'm helping you out" she smirked "You'll thank me later," she said with a wink, turning to walk away but not before chuckling a taunting"Have fun"

Goddamnit

You could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks as you sneakily tried to catch a glimpse of whatever Kora was talking about.

She was probably bluffing, you thought as you slowly turned, but just then, you had to think again.

A man was looking at you, no, not looking, staring.

His eyes were pointed at you like a viewfinder in a gun. 

He was sat at a table alone, an empty beer bottle clutched in one hand, and the other one relaxed on his leg.

He looked focused, like a tiger watching a gazelle.

His salt and pepper beard suggested he was older, and so did the lines across his forehead.

But most of all... his eyes were the tell.

His deep brown eyes staring back at yo-

shit

You turned away.

Fuck

I was staring at him,

You clutched your purse to leave, but a voice stopped you in your tracks.

"hi sweetheart"

He sounded exactly how you'd imagined.

You turned to him, your eyes glimmering with shame

"hi" you breathed "Sorry if I bothered you"

He chuckled "A pretty thing like you could never bother me"

he sat down "Besides," he said "I was staring at you first"

You forced a chuckle as an awkward silence fell between you.

"I saw your friend left," he said, sitting down on the stool next to you,

"yeah" You nodded "She does that a lot"

"that's too bad" he cooed "well maybe not entirely" he considered, something switching in his tone.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"I-I'm y/n"

"y/n" he let your name roll out his mouth with ease "pretty name for a pretty lady" he commented, "I'm Joel"

"nice to meet you" you mumbled, stumbling over your own words.

Was he coming onto you? 

"the pleasure's all mine darling"

He definitely was

But, like... why?

"I'm sorry-do you- do you know my friend?"

He grinned, his white teeth showing "no,"

"she didn't like, tell you to come here or anything?"

A small laugh fled his throat "no sweetheart"

"oh" you breathed "so you came here 'cause..." you trailed off, 

" 'cause you caught my eye from the moment you entered, and when I saw your friend leave you here all alone, I couldn't not offer a bit of company"

You felt a shy smile spill from your lips

" 'got a pretty smile angel" he smirked 

"t-thank you" 

He chuckled again "Why are you so nervous sweetheart?" he asked, his hand traveling to your thigh and stopping all oxygen from getting to your lungs "Is it me? Am I so scary?" his voice got lower as he inched closer "I don't bite y'know?" he joked "not unless you want me to"

A small gasp fled your throat, making him chuckle.

"what is it, angel?"

"I-I'm sorry I'm just not- used to this"

"Now I don't believe that" he murmured "A sweet thing like you?"

"I just-"

"What?"

"nevermind"

"If you want we could go back to my place, and you can tell me all about it with a little more privacy" he suggested, "what do you say?"

Your cheeks were as red as the fire burning in his eyes.

"I-" you stuttered

"I can show you a good time angel"

"I'm sorry" you breathed, leaning away "I'm-I'm sorry I have to go to the bathroom" You stumbled over your own words, clutching your purse and rushing off the stool and through the groups of people in the club.

You didn't even realize you were bumping and hitting every person in your trajectory as all you were focused on was that damn door right in the corner.

Oh my god, what felt like the first actual breath you'd taken in ten full minutes, finally left your mouth as you entered the bathroom.

"oh my god," you mumbled to yourself, walking to the sink to look at your reflection in the mirror.

"what the fuck was that?" you sighed 

Am I dreaming? Is that it?

If that's it this is not funny brain.

I'm so confused,

This is... I mean this is just-

What the fuck is this?

He's hot. Like hot hot and I'm... You looked at yourself, and I'm me.

You took a deep breath, looking around you.

The green stalls were empty, and the music was still blaring from the other side of the door.

You could still picture him, feel him. He was so close to you, and you could feel every molecule of your being dancing as his hand remained on your leg.

God, what the fuck

I don't even know how old he is.

And just then, the door opened.

You turned the faucet on to pretend to be washing your hands, but a voice startled you.

"there you are"

Your eyes snapped open

"T-This is the women's bathroom"

Joel smirked, "you thought you could get away from me that easily?" he asked, taking a step towards you.

"I-" you took a step back, but he followed.

"I was being nice there," he said "complimented you and shit" 

Your back was to a stall and he was right before you.

"and what did you do?" he asked "you ran"

"I didn't mean to, I was j-"

"what, angel?" he mocked "You got shy?"

"well don't you worry" His hand went to your chin, tilting it up "I'll fix that right up" He took another step, imprisoning you "I'll help you out sweetheart, mh?"

Your mouth gaped open to say something, but before you could, his lips were on yours, and his hands on your back were forcing you flush against him.

His tongue moved into your mouth as he quite literally shoved you into the stall behind you, pressing you against the closed door.

"thought you could get away from me?" he growled, kissing your neck as his hands roamed on your body, one of them roughly grabbing your ass "Thought I was just gonna let you go?" he asked, now looking at you.

"oh no angel" he kissed your mouth "I have to have you" he murmured "And I will" He kissed you again, and this time, you found yourself reciprocating.

This was wrong and scary and weird, and still... countless butterflies filled your belly.

"there you go" he praised you "That's a good girl" He moved some hair out of your face " 'knew you wanted this too," he said "knew you'd be good, angel" He smirked before you felt his hands go to your waist.

"turn around for me"

With a little push from him, you did, finding your cheek flush against the door.

"god baby" his hands took in every inch of you, adoration clear in his tone "Wanted to fuck this body of yours since I first saw you" he explained, as he slowly rolled your dress up to your waist until only your panties were left to cover you.

"it's what you wanted too, isn't it," he asked, suddenly grabbing your arms to force them together behind your back "You wanted to be fucked like a little slut didn't you?" he continued as his hand pulled your panties down, the cold hitting your core "didn't you angel?" he urged, his grip tightening as he kissed your neck again.

"I-" You didn't know what to say. you were feeling too many things at once.

"Tell me you want this" he breathed, and you heard his zipper being undone.

"tell me you want this angel," he asked again, his hot breath on the skin of your neck "C'mon, I know you do"

" I do" you admitted, and you felt him smirk.

"that's right" He nodded, positioning himself at your entrance "and you're gonna get it" he promised, pushing himself into you hard.

"fuck" Your moan resembled more of a scream as you tightened your fists on your back

"What angel, can't take it?" he taunted, speeding up " 's too big for you little slut?"

"y-yes" you begged, making him chuckle "I can't take it"

"yes you can" he groaned "You're gonna take it all in this little tight pussy and you're not gonna complain about it, understand?"

"understand?" he asked again, his threatening voice spilling in your ear.

"y-yes I'm sorry"

"good girl" he praised, resuming his violent pace, as a cry fled your mouth and tears filled your eyes.

He smacked your ass and you gasped, but before you could let out a moan, his hand covered your mouth.

The door had opened, and two women had walked in.

"we gotta be quiet, angel" he whispered to your ear

"can you be quiet for me?"

"can you be a good little girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me?

"mh-mh" you nodded, your breathing made difficult by his hand on your mouth

"atta girl," he said, still fucking you, but much slower, and to your dismay, much deeper.

He was hitting undiscovered spots inside of you, and the mix of the pain from his cock stretching you with the pleasure of each thrust was making it really hard not to moan.

"fuck" he groaned softly in your ear "You've got the tightest little pussy angel," he said "Squeezing me so good" he breathed " like it's made for me"

You whined

"Like you were made to be my little slut" he whispered "and have this little cunt abused by my cock"

Your eyes were wide shut, your orgasm approaching as he kept hitting you so fucking well.

"you coming angel?" he asked and you nodded "We're gonna come together" he purred "I'm gonna fill you up real good" his breathing was ragged "and then you're gonna get out there and dance with my come leaking down your thighs"

"you understand?"

You nodded 

"no cleaning up," he said "I want everyone to know how much of a slut you are" 

The women's voices resumed. Or maybe they never stopped. You had no idea of what was happening beside your impending orgasm.

"fuck" he groaned "Such a good fucking slut" he whispered, his head falling in the crook of your neck, as the door opened again and the women finally got out.

His hand left your mouth

"you coming angel?"

"y-yes"

"then let it all out baby"

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Rebel Moon AU

Kara as Kora, a war orphan raised by the enemy for the purpose of eventually helping her adoptive father kill the royal family.

Lena as Princess Issa, who becomes Kara's ward as a child-- and is assassinated by Kara at the will of her plotting adoptive father. Except Lena has magic, which preserves hdr life long enough to be smuggled off the dreadnought to safety.

Kara goes on the run believing she's killed her much adored ward, and lives as a fugitive, eventually coming to a small farming village called Veldt. There she's taken in by the Danvers as an extra hand to help with the harvest, and remains for a few seasons.

Meanwhile, Lena recovers and goes into hiding, soon finding herself among the rebels. She learns to fight and joins the cause. Not necessarily to avenge her family, but because the Motherworld is harming the galaxy, and needs to be stopped. Plus, she finds community among the freedom fighters, and devotes her loyalty to the resistance's leaders. She comes of age with them, while Kara is escaping through hyperspace, and is an adult when Kara comes to the resistance asking for help defending Veldt from the Motherworld.

Lena is among those who join Kara's cause. Kara doesn't recognize Lena-- not only does she believe the princess dead at her hand, she last saw Lena as a child, and Lena wears heavy eyeblack that helps to obscure her features. But Lena recognizes her. She's dreamed of her would-be murderer's face over the years, but in this moment she sees how broken Kara is, how desperate she is to save the lives of innocents.

When the Motherworld's forces ambush them at the black market trading post, Lena is the sole survivor of the rebels. She watches her beloved leader sacrifice himself to take out a turret, but vows to continue supporting Kara in his stead.

Lena and Kara grow closer as they return to Veldt. Lena doesn't confess her identity, not even when Kara confesses her role in the assassination plot, in explanation for being a high target bounty. Lena simply holds her hand, and listens to Kara's words.

They and the others of their motley crew help bring in the harvest before the dreadnought comes-- a glimpse of what a simpler life might have looked like for them. They help train the townspeople to fight and defend themselves and their homes. The night before the anticipated arrival of the dreadnought, the crew trades their backstories. Kara confesses some of her story-- a war orphan raised to be a soldier devoted to the Motherworld. Similarly, Lena only shares some of her own-- an orphan left for dead, adopted by the resistance. They make no mention of their unlikely--and semi unknown-- connection.

During the fated battle between the people of Veldt and the Motherworld's forces, Kara is tasked with taking her old ship up to the dreadnought with the plan of sabotaging it. Lena remains on the ground with the farmers, to help lead the charge to give Kara time to pull off the sabotage.

They're both successful, but when a grievously wounded Kara all but crashes her shuttle escaping the exploding dreadnought, Lena's magic senses Kara's imminent death. She abandons the farmers' celebrations to dash to where Kara lies dying. When Kara is unable to fight her injuries, Lena is overcome with power-- her power, that has lain dormant for over a decade.

The depth of her love and her desperation to save Kara floods her with healing power-- it spreads from her in a bright, warm glow, spreading first through Kara, then the bodies of fallen farmers and Motherworld soldiers alike. Kara's eyes open to the sight of the magic she had seen once before, in a little girl she'd sworn to protect. Finally, she sees the princess in Lena's features, through the disguising eyeblack now stained with tears. She understands now, that the princess lives-- and that Lena loves her despite Kara's role in her near death so many years before.

The strain of raising so many people from the dead causes Lena to lose consciousness. Kara carries her across the battlefield, as soldiers and farmers alike kneel in reverence. When Lena awakens, Kara is at her side, still brimming with questions. But Lena can only lift her hand to Kara's cheek, and offer the one answer she can give, for now.

"I forgive you."

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 28

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Dr. Miller stared down at the card as he loosened his tie. He then gently took it from my hand and smirked a bit as he read it.

“You know, I'm a little mad that someone beat me to it,” he joked. “Getting you a Valentine’s Day card.”

“Should I be freaked out?”

“It's probably your little security friend there.”

I rolled my eyes and took the card back between my fingers. “It's not James.”

“James, that's right.” He tipped up the corner of his mouth and winked again.

“Trevor maybe? He's odd. It seems like something he might do.”

“Maybe he's taking a crafting class,” Dr. Miller continued to be lighthearted, tracing the homemade heart on the cover with his fingers.

“He made a comment about you,” I said. Finally, I had his attention. “He thinks you're stalking me.” I raised my eyebrows and Dr. Miller laughed out loud.

“Well, he's not wrong. Did you tell him you stalked me first?”

I smiled but then put my hands on my hips. “What if he finds out?”

Dr. Miller reached for my hand and slowly pulled me to him, smiling through his words. “Deny, deny, deny.” Our lips met and we both smiled into the kiss.

“You're not worried about it?” I asked.

“Nope.” He kissed along my cheek to my ear and spoke into it. “Are you ready for your exam?”

I scrunched my nose and tightened my arms around him. The feel of his beard against my ear made me giggle. Our eyes met from just an inch away and we both still smiled. “Teach me.”

…

“I wish we could just drive to campus in one car,” I admitted, speaking over the phone as I drove down the highway.

“It's a small price to pay,” Dr. Miller’s voice came through the speakers. “What would Trevor think?”

I laughed. “Fucking Trevor.”

“Speaking of Valentine's Day,” he went on. “I’m taking you away with me to Lake Kora for two nights.”

I smiled. “Where's Lake Kora?”

“You'll find out.”

“Mmm.. can we leave tonight instead?”

Dr. Miller laughed. “It's not Valentine's Day until tomorrow. Besides.. sometimes it's a little fun to wait.”

“Painfully so.”

He laughed again. “Plus, I couldn't condone you skipping my class.”

“I would never.”

“I know.” There was a pause and he cleared his throat. “I'll see you soon, honey.”

My heart grew two sizes when he used terms of endearment. “See you soon.” When the phone call ended, I sighed. I felt like something was missing at the end of our conversations - something significant. My head and my heart were in a constant battle over my feelings.

It’s too soon, my mind attempted to will me away from those three little words that were making my heart beat into overdrive.

I turned up the music to drown out my inner monologue and soon I was pulling onto Woodbridge’s campus. When I found a parking spot, purposely under one of the many lights in the lot outside of the building where class was held, I locked up the car and began my trek inside.

I love you. I imagined myself saying it to him. In one scenario I created in my head, Dr. Miller said it back. We went on to a night of mindblowing sex, a romantic weekend to follow and lived happily ever after. In another faux-scenario, he just said thanks.

When I entered the classroom, Dr. Miller’s eyes met mine and he held my gaze. I couldn’t look away until he finally did. I wondered if other people picked up our subtle interaction the way Trevor did. Were people suspicious of the two of us, or was Trevor just ahead of the curve when it came to nosiness?

Trevor. Where was he? I climbed the stairs, not spotting him right away. And then, there he was, eyes focused on his laptop screen and typing away.

Normal, I thought. Good. I still couldn’t help but wonder who my secret admirer was.

Dr. Miller was more mellow than usual in his method or instruction that night. He let everyone know the deadline to our latest assignment was Tuesday of the following week, highlighted some statistics that created some good discussion and then concluded the lesson with a purposely corny “dad joke” that left everyone chuckling.

“Class-” he began and the group said in unison, “Dismissed.” It made Dr. Miller laugh lightly and I smiled to myself. He had such an easy time captivating an audience. His charisma was so natural and endearing.

Trevor finally glanced over at me when we both got to the bottom step but he didn't say anything. He left the classroom earlier than usual and I passed by Dr. Miller with just a subtle glance. He glanced back and then turned his attention to two guys who said they had questions about the upcoming assignment.

I wandered out the door feeling extra needy for his attention, for whatever reason. I didn't want to drive separately. I didn't want to pretend he was just my professor. I wanted to hug him and hold him and tell him everything I was feeling.

It's because of Valentine's Day. Internally I blamed it on the holiday but that was a lie to try to justify the sudden overwhelming nature of my feelings as they were brought to the surface.

Chill out. I tried ordering myself to do so as I exited the building.

The temperature had dropped significantly since the beginning of class and I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked across the parking lot. I stopped when I saw another white envelope on my windshield.

When I looked around the immediate area I didn't see anybody and I rushed the rest of the way. I hurried to tear open the envelope with my name on it, revealing another plain, white note inside with the word, SURPRISE written on it.

Surprise? I glanced part way over my shoulder, feeling a sudden presence behind me. As I turned fully, I let out scream that I didn't even know I had in me. It was a blood-curdling, terrified, horror movie scream.

And then there was a sudden crash. An explosion. No. Not an explosion.

I glanced down, seeing green shattered glass covered in an eruption of suds and bubbles that cascaded over my shoes. When I glanced up, James stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face - eyebrows raised, mouth partway open and a single, red rose in one hand.

“Oh man, (Y/N), I'm so sorry.” He squatted down in an attempted to clean up the glass that had been strewn about in all directions from the shattered champagne bottle he had been holding.

“James!?”

He glanced up as he picked up the mess. “I'm sorry. I scared you. I wasn't thinking clearly.”

“Yes, yes you scared me but..” I glanced down as he frantically tried to clean up the glass. I squatted down beside him to help. “James-”

“I really didn't mean to scare you.” He was almost sounding out of breath. “This was so stupid on my part.”

“No, it wasn't stupid.”

We both rose to our feet and I opened the door to my car to retrieve an empty Dunkin Donuts cup to put the shards of glass in. When I closed the lid and placed it on my roof, I turned to my friend and stared at the rose in his hand.

“I, uh..” he cleared his throat. “I just.. I like you, (Y/N). Tomorrow's Valentine’s Day and I've been walking you to your car every week.” James let out a big sigh and extended his arm across, handing me the single rose.

I took it but stared at him in disbelief and with apologetic eyes. “I, um..” Fuck. This is the last thing I wanted. James was my friend - and I wanted to keep it that way. Now, I truly wished it was Trevor that was my secret admirer. But Dr. Miller had been right. It was James.

I saw his expression deflate. I didn't have to tell him that I wasn't interested in him that way. He just knew. I could tell.

“James,” I began again but he gave a painful, closed-mouth smile.

“I'm just.. I'm going to take a walk.” He nodded to himself and I put a hand on his forearm. He stared down at me for a second.

“I am so sorry.” I shook my head. “I just.. I'm seeing somebody-”

“You don't have to explain.” He smiled again and I could see he was hurt, plain as day. “It's okay.”

“No, it's-”

He cut me off again. “It's really okay. I thought.. I don't know what I thought.” James cleared his throat and looked me in the eye. “I clearly read things wrong.”

“I'm sorry.” I shook my head.

“It's okay.” He placed a hand on my shoulder and then turned away as he began to walk.

“I'm sorry, James,” I said a little louder.

My friend turned with a smile and put up a hand to wave. I glanced down at the leftover champagne at my feet and then to the single rose in my hand. I watched as James sullenly walked away, weaving through the cars.

Fuck.

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[epicgamer10075]

I've been looking around in the game files of Hades 2 lately, and something I found in the 'packages' folder is rather interesting.

(btw, this folder contains visual effects that are within the actual game world, plus a few files for GUI and effects)

If you've looked around the Nocturnal Arms, you've seen the 6 spots for weapons, 4 for tools, and 3 for familiars; of which, only 5 weapons, all 4 tools, and only 2 familiars exist to fill them.

The three images here show the files with names for each effect in game, including the 5 currently available weapons and 4 tools. However, there are 3 familiars listed; one being the Frog, in-game named Frinos, the second being the Cat, named Toula, and finally a Raven.

The names of Frinos and Toula are English bastardizations of the Greek names for Toad (frýnos) and Kitty (gatoúla), so it would then follow that this Raven would be named similarly. Perhaps something like Kora?

[starlightcaffeinatedqueen]

Here are the options of fandoms

I'm Dyslexic so, Don't judge on how I spelled some of these. PLUS ALL OF THE ABOVE, I'M SO SORRY I FORGOT TO PUT IT THERE, AHH...! SORRY!

[strxwberry-swtichblxde]

hi send outfits so i can draw my ocs in them (plus an oc for the list) Alexander Sam Kora Aika Francis Charlie Avery Levi Violet Bridgette Nikki Lucio Maria Mallory Zoey @the-martyrfication-of-the-matron @aph-cronch @garbagepile @decaffeinatedtrashkidhorse

[itzpris15634]

In the Park (LPS fic ft. Blythe and her friends)

"I'm working on this new design…" Blythe cried out, flipping through pages of her sketchbook, looking for the right one to show to her friends, "But I just cannot figure out for the life of me what to do about the ribbons. And it's driving me crazy. I can't figure out if blue or red looks better! Should I go with both? But then that would catch attention away from the top, which is what I want people to really look at."

"'Working on a new design…' Aren't you always, Blythe?" Sue commented from the other side of the picnic table, stirring her smoothie with her straw.

"Yeah, we're here to enjoy ourselves," Jasper, seated next to Sue, added, "And you don't seem to be…"

"I AM ENJOYING MYSELF, thank you very much!" Blythe protested, crossing her arms and pouting.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Youngmee's soft gaze on her.

"Blythe… you're not. We can tell. You're stressed, you're tense, and uh… your hair is… a bit of a mess from all the tugging at it you've done."

"Is it?" Blythe raised an eyebrow. She opened her phone's camera app to use as a mirror. Not only was her hair all tangled up and messy like Youngmee mentioned, her glasses were crooked, and bloodshot eyes were staring back at her from her reflection.

"Oh, yep. Yeah, I see now. I'm a mess."

As Blythe quickly adjusted herself, her friends continued talking.

"I mean, come on. We're out during nice weather, the birds are chirping, the kids are playing all around us in this park…" Jasper said, "Let's take a little break! Plus, if you're not gonna eat the last grilled cheese sandwich…" His arm started stretching towards the basket, containing all the food they had packed for the day's picnic.

Blythe faked an offended gasp, "You wouldn't dare…"

"Oh, would I?" Jasper raised an eyebrow.

Blythe pulled the sandwich out before Jasper could, "That wouldn't be fair! You've all already had yours!"

"Hmm, and I wonder why we've all already finished our food and you have not…" Sue said.

"Oh. Right. Ranting about fashion…" Blythe sighed, "Yeah, I guess I've been a little worked up about that. I guess I'll just worry about it later."

Her friends smiled, now that they finally got Blythe to take a break.

The rest of the picnic continued with conversation and chatter, catching up on each other's lives.

-

"Oh, yeah, now I see what you mean," Youngmee said on the call, as the camera was focused on the sketch Blythe made. "Blue would be lovely, but so would red. But then they would pull your eyes away from the top's design."

"See? You can see why I was so worked up about this at the picnic." Blythe redirected the camera back to her face. She paced around the room as she held the phone in her hand, talking to Youngmee.

"Well personally, I think yellow would look best on the bows. But you should probably consult Kora about this one, Blythe. I'm sure input from another designer means way more than my own opinion…"

"Oh, Youngmee, I always want your opinion!" Blythe said, "But... if you say so. I think I'll take your suggestion about Kora."

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Day 5: picnic

Smth with Blythe and her human friendos. Plus a mention of kora

edit: yeah i made some edits. i love how i can only notice the mistakes in my writing only after i post it online :))

[sharkpupsblog]

😨 Lost horse! 🐎

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

One req started!!! 😈😈😈 this is going to be multipart bcs I couldn’t find a way to shorten my writing to just one part 😭💔 I write too much 💔 its a blessing and a curse 💔 this part is to set the plot down 🗣🙏 I wrote so much for this part 😭 I have also started all the other reqs I have and . All of them will be multipart as well 😭❤️ once this req is done the next will come out and then the next! Then I think I will take a short break from writing to prevent burn out and to work on some other things! :D also for this req reader is not a soul rider! But Avalon’s kid! This is my second fic using Avalon as a dad 🙏 I care him 🙏 I didn’t want to make reader a soul rider but still wanted a way for them to be involved in druid stuff so the story would make sense so I made Avalon a dad again 🙏🙏🗣🗣 Anyways ty @ barricade-moonriser for the req! Enjoy! :D ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: You and your father visit Wildwoods and you find a lost horse

Warnings: Foul language, animal injuries, talk of an explosion and injuries caused by it.

“I’ll be back soon I promise!” You yelled to your father who watched you from the doorstep of Kora’s home. “I just have to deliver these to Rowan!” You showed him a bunch of papers in your hand. Rowan had you design some flyers for a trail ride, and now you were going to deliver them. You were already on your way to do the delivery, but you were stopped by your worried dad before you could even get on the trail to the ranger base. The man frowned he didn’t want you to go alone. Mistfall was dangerous there were wolves in the forest. Your father worried you might come across them. You also did not have a horse, if you got into trouble you would have to deal with it alone. He shook his head deciding it was best not to let you go “come back!” He yelled back to you. You were a bunch of feet away from him, so you both had to yell back and forth. “I am almost done talking to Kora! Wait for me and we can both go together!” Your father started walking towards you. You loved your dad you really did, but you also loved time alone. You walked to him as well, so you could speak and not yell. Once you got close to him you said “dad I can do it alone.” You wanted some alone time you hoped you could convince him to let you go. “I’ll be fine the ranger base is just down the road” you moved the papers in your hand towards the direction of the base. “If I get into any trouble, I can handle it alone” you grabbed your father’s hand giving it a comforting squeeze. “Go back inside and enjoy your tea with Kora I’ll be fine” you smiled when your dad squeezed your hand back. “Plus I’ve been around Mistfall many times and I have never seen a wolf” today would be no different. At least you hoped it wouldn’t. You brushed the thought away not wanting to accidentally manifest a wolf. “Can I go now?” You let go of your father’s hand. The man nodded, and you went wide eyed as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “Be careful” he said to you, and you managed to huff out an “I will!” Your dad was old you wondered where he got all that bone crushing strength. He was a druid his job did not require any psychical strength... Or did it? You didn’t really know what he did, he kept it all a secret from you. Maybe he was sneaking in some training sessions into his busy druid schedule to beat the shit out of Garnok himself. When your dad let you go, you took a deep breath in, and you said goodbye to him heading back to the trail. Your father headed back inside to speak to Kora leaving you alone. The walk to the ranger base was boring. You couldn’t use your phone it was low on battery, and you needed to save it. You looked around you trying to keep yourself entertained. You had seen all of Mistfall thousands of times. You had been up and down all the trails. The bad thing about having explored the whole forest was that there was nothing new to look at. You prayed to Aideen for something new. Maybe you should have allowed yourself to accidentally manifest a wolf. A nice wolf of course, so you don’t get mauled. As you walked you continued to look around. It did not take you long to notice that the forest was quiet. No birds were around. No rabbits or frogs either. No sounds as well. You were starting to feel uneasy. Why was the forest so quiet and still today? Your fear made your walk turn into a jog. You wanted to get to the ranger base quickly. It took a few minutes to get to the base and once you got there your fear grew as you saw that the base was empty. The lights were off, and the horses and people were gone. On the door you could see a paper taped to it. You walked over to the door reading the paper it said ‘Out investigating. Be back soon!’ You sighed wondering what to do. You needed to drop the papers off now while you were in Mistfall. You looked around for somewhere to put the papers. While you looked you thought about what the rangers were investigating. You heard some townspeople in Dundull say they heard an explosion last night. That same explosion was the reason why you and your father were in Mistfall.

When you asked your dad about it, he told you it was “classified druid business.” Whatever caused the explosion must be magical if your father was involved. You ended up finding a mailbox, and you neatly put the papers into it. You wished Rowan would have told you that they were going out. Maybe they could have picked the papers up from Kora’s house instead of making you come all the way out here. You reached for your phone in your back pocket. You were going to send Rowan a text saying you left the papers in the mailbox. When you touched your phone, you heard a shrill neigh. You stood still with your hand on your phone looking like an old timey western cowboy getting ready to draw. Did you imagine that neigh? You waited a few seconds, and you heard it again. It was coming from the trail leading to Wildwoods. The neighs echoed and bird calls followed after the neighs. You watched as birds quickly came flying out of the entrance. Rowan must be coming back now. You started walking down the trail to Wildwoods to meet Rowan there. The entrance to Wildwoods was covered by a bunch of bushes and vines. Some of the bushes looked like they had thorns, you would have to be really careful. As you walked into the entrance you carefully walked around the bushes with thorns. Some of the thorns came close to touching you but none of them actually did. The neighs got louder the deeper you walked into the entrance. You had never been inside the entrance of Wildwoods. It was all new to you, and it was amazing. You wished for something new while you were walking to the ranger base and you got it. You were so distracted by your surroundings that you didn’t realize you had gotten to the source of the neighs until you heard them again. You snapped your head towards the neighing. You moved your head so fast it hurt. You would have rubbed your neck in an attempt to soothe the pain, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t move you were shocked by what was in front of you. In front of you was a black horse with multiple wounds and damaged tack. Was this a new horse of the rangers? The horse neighed and bucked, and you noticed that one of its legs was not moving correctly. You feared the horse’s injuries caused lameness. Slowly you walked towards the horse “where is your rider?” You whispered to it not wanting to scare it. The horse turned to look at you, and you put a hand over your mouth quickly coming to a stop. The horse had red eyes. Blood red eyes that seemed to glow. You wanted to run you wanted to scream, but the look the horse gave you stopped you. It looked so sad… Could horses look sad? Were you imagining it? You didn’t have much horse experience. It had been a while since you last rode or had been around horses. The steed snorted, and looked away from you looking at the leg that did not move. You followed its gaze looking to its leg as well. You looked it over sighing in relief when you saw a vine wrapped on the horse’s leg. The horse was trapped that is why it wasn’t moving it was not lame, just trapped. You started moving again whispering “it’s okay” and “stay calm” to the horse. Some of those words were for you too. You were scared shitless, and you were trying to calm yourself down. The horse watched you as you walked towards it. Its red eyes watching you scared you more, and once you got close enough to the horse you slowly squatted down. “Please don’t kick me” you begged the horse, and it nickered. You hoped it was saying it would not kick you. Gently and slowly you grabbed the horse’s leg waiting for any indication that it was comfortable before proceeding. Once the horse relaxed its leg you began to try your best to remove the vine without further hurting the horse. You wanted something interesting to do today and you got it. If only the interesting thing would have been discovering a new kind of butterfly or a nice wolf and not a red-eyed horse in the woods. The vine slipped off the horse’s hoof, and you quickly moved to the side not wanting the horse to trample you.

You expected the horse to buck or to bite you or just do something crazy once it was free, but it just stood there. It snorted again, and it lowered its head to you sniffing your hair. The horse still had a medieval style bridle on it with an interesting symbol on the middle. The symbol looked like two snakes? You grabbed the reins of the bridle holding the horse still as you stood up. You examined the bridle. You hoped to find the owner’s or the horse’s name. You ended up getting lucky you found a tag on the bridle badly scribbled with sharpie that said ‘Khaan.’ You read it, and then you said it “Khaan?” The horse’s ears perked up, and you smiled “That’s your name? Khaan?” The horse neighed, and you pet them “where is your owner, Khaan? Can you lead me to them?” The horse did not move it just stood still watching you. With all the luck you were having today you expected the horse to move, and begin to lead you on some epic quest to save its owner. Luck must have run out. You thought about what to do, and while you thought it over you pet the horse. You stood there for a few seconds thinking about what to do while you patted the horse’s neck. Should you wait in place for the owner? Or go straight to the Dundull vet? Maybe report the missing horse to the rangers and hope they can find the owner? You didn’t know what to do, you were getting stressed. Khaan went stiff when he heard your name be called. It was your father he was calling you. You had taken too long, and he worried for you, so he came to find you. You panicked, you needed to find a way to hide the horse’s eyes. You looked at Khaan seeing his braided mane. He had a forelock it had been braided too and it looked long. You reached up undoing the braid. Khaan huffed as his forelock was spread evenly onto both sides of his face covering his eyes. You thanked his owner for growing out his forelock. You gently tugged on Khaan’s reins “can you walk Khaan?” The steed answered your question by taking stiff steps. The wounds on him hurt each time he took a step. You frowned, and you began to lead him out of the Wildwoods entrance “poor horse.” You pat his side “me and my dad will get you to the vet it will be okay.” Khaan nickered he trusted you to lead him through the entrance. His mane obscured his vision he was putting a lot of trust in you right now. Normally he would be very distrusting of a stranger. He would bite and kick, but right now he needed help, so he decided to trust. The ranger base was right outside and at the base was your dad. When he saw you he waved he stopped when he saw you were not alone. The man walked to you with his jaw open in disbelief “where did-.” You interrupted your dad wincing when you saw the upset look on his face “I’ll answer questions later right now we need to get this horse to the vet.” Your father saw the wounds on Khaan, and he understood your rude interruption. The horse looked… Familiar to him… Where had he seen it before? As you said before there was no time for questions, only time to help the horse, so he refocused. He could always think about where he saw the horse later. “Wait here” he said to you “I rode Kora’s horse here I’ll ride to Dundull and I’ll bring a trailer back with me.” Your father did not want the injured horse to walk further. You thanked your dad, and you watched him run back to Kora’s shire. Your dad wasted no time. He quickly got on the shire and you watched as he rode down the trail like he was in a race. Today was… Eventful you could not wait to go home and lay down. You smiled when you thought about bringing Khaan home. You knew he wasn’t your horse, but you were still excited. “You’re going to love staying with us Khaan” he huffed shaking his head to try and get his mane out of his eyes. “Don’t worry it won’t be forever” you fixed his forelock moving it away from his eyes. “Just until we find your owner… I hope they’re okay” You let out a little huff as Khaan laid his head on your shoulder.

He missed his owner, and he hoped she was alright. The explosion was bad, and from what Khaan saw his rider got the worst of it. You put a hand on his forehead, and you closed your eyes trying to provide some comfort to the poor horse.

TY FOR READING! :D ❤️🐎

[bittersweet-adagio]

i finally did my oc pinterest boards… also i have tiny info on them to go along with it!!!

khoi’s board

gothic vampire-y style????

half because he enjoys the style half because guardian lycos prefers he wears this style

he actually has pierced ears as well i’ve just never drawn it or mentioned it LMAO

ivan and marshall lee mostly inspired his character. like if ivan and marshall lee had a baby???? marshall lee because of his like nonchalant cool whatever whatever silliness (+ parental issues) and ivan because. love idk how to explain

sai’s board

visual kei. i know it might be a little hard to differentiate from khoi but i PROMISE they are so different. think of a lot of accessories for sai but less for khoi.

this board has more pins than the rest. this is because sai is canonically a demiboy and doesn’t mind dressing femininely. there are sections for masculine and feminine outfits. (i still kept his ID number as 01 since i felt like ??? ehh idk about putting them as a diff number…)

they kind of like dressing up but sometimes the accessories start messing with him and they stop liking it so much. guardian lavan treats him like a doll.

all the makeup in the costume concepts yes they would wear that

vincent (dead plate) and yuri (ddlc) inspired his character. take that as you will honestly i’m not elaborating

ellie’s board

princess cutesy fairy i love life silly whimsical fun

guardian shui and ellie spent a while discussing what ellie would want to dress up as for shoots and such and they decided this would be what they both agreed on and wanted.

loves jewelry and bows!!! she has pierced ears plus she wears crowns

tsukasa tenma and ocean o’connell rosenberg inspired her character. her judginess and “I AM ALWAYS NUMBER ONE” attitude comes from ocean and her whimsical teehee silly confidence comes from tsukasa

vera’s board

very vintage but very cute at the same time

SHE HATES DRESSING THIS WAY but at least she looks cute and she doesn’t really complain about it because guardian kora would flip out

she finds the accessories really uncomfortable and would much rather wear clothes she makes herself

sara chidouin and mari (omori) inspired her character because of leadership potential, sisterly/motherly behavior, perfectionism, and um… other things…

the inspiration characters are also pretty light inspo i think??? not really??? i have no idea

this is for like photoshoots and such and MAYBE costumes they’d wear on stage but uh yeah you guys can uhhh tell me how you feel about these yayyy enjoy

[memento-morri-writes]

so, it's not work on my WIPs, but I wrote my d&d character's (Rook's) backstory the way I imagine him telling it to the party. And wow, somehow it hurts 20x times more this way. Can't wait to roleplay this scene next week!!

Have an excerpt of my favorite part.

TW for drugging/selling a person + violence in the screenshot below.

ouch

transcript under the cut. TW for drugging and selling of a person, plus violence.

[he pauses, taking a deep breath]

“A few months later, we were all ashore for a couple nights. In Bon Largo, actually. Some of the crew invited me to a tavern for a drink. They bought me a few rounds. Told me to consider it something of a late birthday gift.” [he shakes his head] “Next thing I remember is waking up on a cot in a tiny storage room with a pounding headache and chains around my wrists.” [he swallows hard] “I could tell I was at sea from the rocking, but I sure as hell wasn’t on the Tide Breaker. I banged on the door, yelling my head off, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. All I got for my trouble was a knock upside the head.

“A while later, they hauled me up on deck. We were in the middle of the ocean, miles from anywhere I knew. A woman came over, dressed in the finest captain’s attire I’d ever seen. Introduced herself as Captain Kora Wolf, and started talking. Gloating at me, really. Told me I was on the Sea Snake. That I belonged to her now.” [he scowls, looking up at the rest of the party.] “Those bastards sold me. Slipped something in my drink, tied me up like an animal and sold me.”

[he slumps back, seemingly defeated. His voice is quieter as he continues.]

“I was on that ship for a little over two years. Never set so much as a foot on land the whole time. Spent a fair bit of it in that storage room, too.” [he sighs] “I plotted and planned for months before I was able to escape. Had a few false starts, and got a handful of new scars for my efforts.

“Finally I saw my chance. Most of the crew, including the Captain, [he spits that word like it’s a curse] was on shore. I got out of my cell and made my way up on the deck. Had to knock out a handful of crew to even make it that far.“I knew she had my rapier, since she’d shoved it in my face a few times, and I refused to leave without it. Picked the lock on her cabin door and slipped inside. Thank the gods she hadn’t taken it with her.” [he’s clutching the hilt of the rapier tightly in his lap]

[elfdyke]

7, 16, 19, 22 for saw !

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

EEP absolutely hoffman 😭 its so sad when i first watched the later saw movies i was very intruiged by his character, the way he's so sadistic he listens to audio of his victims screaming and crying just because is insane to me. his sadism vs amandas genuine agony when faced with peoples suffering is so fascinating to me </3

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

going to not whine about hoffman + amanda siblings again.. but instead going to say i do NOTTT understand why people are such huge fans of removing the saw characters from the canon setting...? especially in shipping scenarios?? like im sorry i dont see Lawrence and Adam working unless their specific situation happened. same with Lynn and Amanda. like nooo fucking way lets be more serious 😭 plus its so boring to me??? i love saw and its characters for who they are and what they have to say...

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

had to consult kora on this bc i dislike so many more things than i like here .. but well ^_^ sorry the lesbian fetishization in saw 3 is hot. they were kind of cooking if im honest. that cut fight scene lives in the back of my brain. amanda was insane there like sorry she didn't mean to moan like that!!!!

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

THINKING REALLY HARD. i dont think everyone ignores this but i do wish more people appreciated how complex and fascinating amandas trauma and mental illness moments are.. shes sooo well crafted in terms of her reactions to her environment and her trauma it makes me insaaane i just wish we all metaposted about amanda forever and ever

[ispyspookymansion]

kora i know it's so different from your brand of watching but i do think you would love a lot about holistic detective agency (season one especially). there's so many hot women and the two main men are insanely cringefail and there's a group of anarchist vandal punks who feed on chaos. it's weird and it has fun with itself and there's a plot about sticking human minds/souls in other creatures. it's definitely a show you can get away with not taking seriously as you watch it and though it sadly isn't ALL fiona dourif it does have a lot of fiona dourif

i probably would like it!!!! watching tv shows scares me but i do think it sounds fun and a lot of my pals enjoy it….plus good god fiona dourif. hi.

[theswashbucklingspy]

Fuck it, we posting the Pirateblade101 crossover AU ideas I have lying around. It’s basically the same story as normal Pirate101 but the characters all have access to varying blades. Most of what I have typed up atm is in this post.

How Combat works: Think Pirate101’s battle board system, though with some modifications. Companions have access to the blade stat modifiers, arts, battle skills, and field skills on top of their normal abilities. Specials from the blades become part of the companion’s power list, and upgrade on companion promotion. They function similarly to the guaranteed criticals some companions get, though with the effects of the special instead.

Blade List

Player and General Companions

The Pirate: They can technically have any blade NOT provided by a member of their crew, go wild with it if you write for the AU! However, my default blades would probably be Azami for Witchdoctor, Crossette on Privateer, Newt on Buccaneer, Roc on Swashbuckler, and Herald on Musketeer. Hell, if you put Rex in as a replacement for the player Pirate, feel free to give him Pyra/Mythra. Wanna add the other main characters to the crew? You can do that. Most of the rest of the list is what rare blades I’d give the varying companions.

Bonnie Anne: Vess (mainly bc of the electric element and Bonnie having a heal)

Old Scratch: Vale (her over the top edgy teenager vibe would be funny with Old Scratch’s down-to-earth magic)

Ratbeard: Gorg (Vibes)

El Toro: Theory (to go with Praxis on Sally. One of the Old El Toro’s used 2 blades.)

Monkey King: Non-driver, but is a Blade-eater (ties into JTTW with the whole immortality peaches thing)

Catbeard: Sheba (because the gays)

Gracie Conrad: Poppi (bc it fits her inventor deal) OR Poppibuster

Hawkules: Zenobia (monster hunting duo)

Choice Dependent Story Companions

Kobe Yojimbo: Perceval (purely aesthetic)

Wing Chun: Boreas (hyper man-child meets hyper child motivated by food)

Egg Shen: Nim (Vibes)

Subodai: Wulfric (Hulking big dudes with soft sides)

Kan Po: Ursula (He’d be a supportive mentor figure)

Barnabus: Agate (Big Axe…that’s it.)

Emmet: Dagas (Dagas is an offense support, much like Emmet)

Louis: Finch (Him getting frustrated at the forgetfulness amuses me.)

Mormo: Floren (Mormo doesn’t fall for Floren being manipulative.)

Sarah: Kora (Basically a repeat of Kora’s dynamic with Mythra.)

Gaspard: Perun (Vibes.)

Dead Mike: Kasandra (bad luck/good luck flux and pessimist/optimist duo)

Lucky Jack: Godfrey (Vibes of nice people. Plus pairing a bad blade with a really good companion is funny.)

Birgus: Electra (Big guy, tiny very shocky blade)

Milo: Adenine (she’s the actual brains)

Special Case

Mustang Sally: Praxis (Stole the core crystal when she left.)