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[gardenofhope]

WAITER WAITER 🥘🎶♟️ more lore please<3

thanks bestie >:3c

🥘 (Stew) - Do they have any favourite foods or comfort foods? What are their eating habits like? If absorbed by the Cook ability, what healing item would they summon?

- lula’s a big fan of soups and stews!! she loves making them herself with veggies she grows in her garden, probably tastes much better with those than with store bought ingredients. as for luca, he’s a big fan of spicy foods [and has a higher spice tolerance than lula], so he would enjoy curry, and be the kind of mf to put an absurd amount of salsa on his tacos LMAO but as for comfort foods, they both have a big sweet tooth so just about any dessert will satisfy them.

- lula is very good about eating three meals a day, while luca tends to forget about needing to eat 😭 she gets on his case about it often, and makes sure he eats something at a reasonable time. sometimes they cook together though! a fun activity AND luca remembers to eat…

- as for the cook ability, luca would drop an energy drink or a pepper of some kind, while lula would drop a tomato/maxim tomato orrr strawberries? [all things she grows in her garden]

🎶 (Music Notes) - Do they play any instruments? What kind of leitmotif and/or battle theme would they have? Are there any songs you associate with them?

- neither of them know how to play an instrument! though maybe lula would take an interest in piano, and luca with a synthesizer…

- OHHHH I think it would be fun if they shared a leitmotif, but the instrumentation differed between them. like if lula’s version had woodwinds/strings or just a more orchestral style, and luca’s version had more electronic sounds, or was in a chiptune style. if I had any proper knowledge in music theory I would’ve definitely tried to compose something for them by now [we are ignoring the fact that I played an instrument for 11 years-]

- as for a battle theme for them, luca on his own might have something like [Bombs for Throwing at You] from portal 2 or [System Corruption] from portal stories: mel? it would sound very reminiscent of either game… as for lula, something like [Dialga’s Fight to the Finish!] from pmd time/darkness/sky or maybe [Midna’s Lament] from loz twilight princess..? for a battle theme of the two of them together, [Try, Try Again] from m&l dream team fits I think… very upbeat and could highlight the two of them working together in a battle :]c

- for songs I associate with them, [Christmas Island] by LAKE and [By Your Side.] from the omori ost makes me think of them. ANNNND [A Gash on the Cheek] by Superet!! I am very normal about that song [lying]

♟️ (Pawn) - Does your OC get possessed easily, or do they have the willpower to fight back against any possible attempts? Have they been possessed before?

- both of them would be susceptible to possession, ESPECIALLY when caught in a bad mood. in their “canon” lore, neither of them have been possessed, though I’ve been thinking about the concept of one of them getting possessed by dark matter, and the other being forced to fight them >:3c bonus points if the possessed twin is winning the fight and almost deals a finishing blow, but said twin manages to muster enough willpower to stop themselves from doing so <3 I love angst

[arwainian]

angy haru

[the-hawks-rye]

i know it's been said a gazillion times and said more eloquently than me but god the amount of missed potential in the sequel trilogy. thinking about how anakin became a villain because he felt he had no other choice (and the tragedy being that he always had a choice, and his character arc concluding with him deciding to stand up for what's right by saving luke), meanwhile kylo grew up surrounded by a loving family full of positive role models and chose evil knowingly because he craved power for power's sake. kylo idolizing the tragic figure of darth vader all the while burning the world around him. there was so much you could do with that but instead they had to sacrifice rey's character to make the movies about her fixing the genocidal white boy who never wanted to be saved

[ilyuu-archive]

warnings : suggestive, fluff, pure fluff, uhm drunk kazuha, alcohol (of course), a kith, he’s cute, lmk if i missed anything!

rei you’re feeding into my delusions /pos

the scent of alcohol is still with him.

even with the window wide, welcoming in a bout of sea’s breath, salty, yet cool, it doesn’t fade nor take it away.

the sheets surrounding him are shoved astray, a sea of crinkles in his clothing as he tries, too, to shove them away (and in attempt to do so, you caught a crevice of his collarbone and closed your eyes, hiding it away by tucking him in even further.) his hair pools around him, let go, and rivulets of soft silver runs over his shoulders whenever you try to touch his skin, hoping it’d cool, only for it to feel hot and hotter.

he hums. your eyes strays to his, and you feel your breath catch in your chest.

his eyes a soft color, glazed, and in a daze, he stares at you with a sickeningly soft look that asks, if not pleads, you to stay for a second. you feel yourself stumble a bit, and only a bit.

yet that as all he needed. his hand is holding yours, tight, in spite of slipping underneath the spell of sleep - the air in the room stirs. the small candle sitting on the nightstand not the only source of heat, with the warmth that seeps into his skin.

“kazuha…”

“i… no…” he lightly tugs you, and you all but took a step towards him. his voice sounds a bit childish, something you seldom, if not ever, hear. “stay here… don’t wanna see you go anywhere…”

“not even if i means to get you some water? if it only took a few seconds?”

“no.” his hand turns yours, the palm of your hand facing him, and he presses a small peck to the lines. “just stay… don’t need anything or anyone else but you.”

either the heat in his skin is infectious as the same warmth slips to you, feeling the air a bit too tepid for your liking all of a sudden - even if you weren’t looking at him, you could’ve heard the slight pout in his voice. it was a mix that you aren’t, and you don’t think you’d ever be, used to.

“aah, don’t say things like that.”

kazuha tilts his head off to the side, and if it wasn’t already possible, his cheeks took up tint of red this time. he’s not the only one then. “…’s normal. it is.”

“maybe for you it is, but…” you huff, as if that puff of air will take it away from you. “it’s cute. it’s too cute. you’re too cute.”

“…’m not cute.”

“of course you are.”

“…’m not.” he turns back to you. his lips juts out and, lo and behold, a pout. his brows are slightly knitted, and js features twist to a frown that can only be seen as… well, cute.

perhaps you’ve let something show, something he didn’t like to think was true, as he pulls you again, yet harder this time, to the point that you’re but a breath apart from him. you can notice the luster of his lips underneath the light, just soft, tempting, and as he stares at yours, you can tell he thinks the same.

and he closes the space. you’re met with the taste of alcohol upon touch, and the bitter tang seeps onto your tongue, making you twinge. it’s the airy sigh you draw from him that sweetened it, and the many that follows - something, a feeling you can put a name on, yet won’t, drips from each and every one of those sounds. breathless, light - it akin to listening to a melody itself seeing him lose his breath to you.

you feel his fingers slowly slip to the nape of your neck, curling into your hair, asking for more as the feeling sent shivers slithering up your spine. his touch, though, while ticklish, was hot. burning. you remind yourself.

he whines against your lips as you moved away, and with the way his eyes crinkles, you’d find yourself almost caving in. almost. for him and yourself, you press a finger to his lips - a silent seal of a taboo (for now.) in lieu of a pout, or a protest of some sort you were expecting, a small smile touched him.

“…see?”

“see what?”

“…‘m not cute.” his eyes crinkled. your heart skipped a beat. “am i?”

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[hiskillingjar]

Pet play with Strade please please please 🙏

it's fuckin hot as balls and i'm listening to lana del rey BITCH

600+ words, short and sweet, le's go

"Mmm…"

You rose up on your hands and knees like an animal, sleepily stretching out your aching limbs and arching your back (raising your backside), before turning onto your naked belly and lying back down on the wooden slats of Strade's porch.

It was the summer, the hottest he'd seen in years, apparently, and, instead of hiding away in the air-conditioned comfort of his house (like your housemate was), you were letting the warm, sticky heat soak into your skin and enjoying it, no less.

You wouldn't let another summer pass you by.

Even if Strade had told you to strip and 'sit' at his feet, as payment for his kindness, or so he claimed.

You didn't mind it as much as you told yourself you did.

If anything, it was making the afternoon all the nicer.

No clothes to get in the way or get sweaty. No small talk or polite conversation between the two of you to distract you.

No thoughts, no worries.

Strade's fingers were cold from the condensation of his chilled beer can (fresh from the fridge) and when he pet the back of your neck and shoulders, they dragged a wet streak down your warm skin.

You caught yourself shivering from the motion, even though you weren't remotely cold.

"How's my girl keeping in the heat, hm?" He asked softly, and when you looked over your shoulder towards him, sitting shirtless in a cheap, wooden armchair, he was looking down on you with a lazy smile and a genuiinely, affectionate glimmer in his golden eyes. Like he was looking at something he really cared for (and whether that was a human or an animal, that didn't matter). "Thirsty, mein schatz? You look it."

You turned to face him and nodded 'yes' to his question, letting out a little, dog-like whine in lieu of words and pushing your bottom lip out in a pout.

He chuckled at your needy look, before reaching forward to ruffle your hair affectinaly, pulling tangles as they pooled down your shoulders and over your (bruised) face.

"Should have said something." He teased, his smile softening into a sort of smirk (knowing that you had been forbidden to speak for the rest of the afternoon). Here," He pushed your metal dog-bowl towards you with the side of his boot and sat forward, a roll of hair-fuzzed, tan fat pooling over the waistband of his shorts. You swore your mouth was watering. "This'll cool you down."

He then emptied the can into the bowl, inelegant splashes of amber spilling over the sides of the polished metal and onto the wooden porch, splashing over your thighs, across your chest (making your skin prickle with goosebumps and your nipples harden).

He pushed it closer to you with another light kick of his boot, and your mouth watered even more.

"Go ahead," He said with a smile and a nod of his head. "It's for you, so enjoy it."

With his permission, you lowered your chest to the porch and started to eagerly lap up the thin layer of white froth, satisfied by the cool feel of it on your tongue and chin when you lowered your head more and tried to drink properly.

You were making a mess of the process, spilling beer across the porch and down your chest, but that didn't matter.

It's not like you were wearing clothes to ruin, anyway.

"Good girl," He crooned, opening up another can for himself and petting your head again, like you were a beloved dog at his side. "Get that down you. You deserve it on a hot day like this."

"You deserve it~"

[saphronethaleph]

So a sort of look at a structure one could do for the Sequel Trilogy, admittedly with hindsight.

Opening sequence? Basically the same, except that Poe is meeting with a Resistance spy - the data he's got is the evidence that means the First Order is more than just a rando Remnant faction but is a serious threat. Then the stolen TIE crashes but Finn and Poe link up together. They meet BB- and Rey, and the four of them escape on a ship - possibly the Falcon, but it could be another of the same type, they're supposed to be common. Alternatively make up a new ship type they steal and have that be the Iconic Ship of the trilogy.

Team dynamic is Poe Flies, Finn Shoots, Rey Fixes.

They're heading straight to the Resistance, or that's the plan - they may need to briefly detour somewhere if their ship got damaged in the escape (if so, this is where they visit Maz).

The Resistance is explicitly described as a deniable New Republic operation which is fighting this specific Remmant faction - at the moment. They've fought others before, they're kind of like knights errant, and they have at least one Jedi (let's say Qu Rahm) who gives both Finn and Rey some training.

The Jedi Order as a whole is not involved with the First Order fight because it's utterly routine, there's dozens of Remnant factions... at least until BB-8's information reveals that the First Order has Kylo Ren associated with it, and also the existence of Starkiller Base.

The knowledge of BOTH of those things means that the Jedi Order is able to evacuate their current temple (Naboo or Yavin? Either way it should be a known planet) just in time before it gets blown the fuck up by Starkiller base. Then there's tension involving the need to swat SK base quickly, which mostly goes as per the original film.

In the second film:

The Resistance is still tiny, and the First Order's actions have promoted them from "just another Remnant faction" to "holy fuck" and they're starting to weld the Remnant back together. It is actually not widely known that Starkiller base got destroyed and the First Order is using intimidation tactics to pretend they're unbeatably strong - not helped by how the Resistance genuinely is pretty weak, nobody on the Republic side wants to be the first to jump, and Leia is trying to talk everyone into giving more support (it does slowly tick up)

The general structure here does need more changes than TFA did, simply to fit into the trilogy as a whole, but here I think a good Driving Question could be finding out who Snoke is and where the Knights of Ren came from. Our Heroes are juggling between getting Jedi training (for Finn and Rey), launching raids on the First Order, and trying to find out Snoke's origin - the latter of which fails, but he does get killed instead by Kylo Ren, who takes control of the First Order.

The main ending note at the end of the film would be the loss of Leia; she tried to turn her son back to the light side with full sincerity, but also went to kill him if he didn't. Neither worked, but he's been badly wounded and about half of the Knights of Ren got taken out. (n.b. if this is cheating to get around Carrie Fisher's death, and it probably is, that could be Luke's demise instead - or both.) Our Heroes might well be involved with a hot-extraction of R2 and C-3P0, who have important details of what happened.

Third film:

The death of Leia/Luke/both has become a rallying point and the New Republic is gearing up for war, which gains momentum with every day that the First Order doesn't blow up a planet; it's made clear in scenes showing Kylo that he's under a huge amount of pressure, because Starkiller Base made promises that the First Order cannot fulfil. In lieu of that they're having to turn instead to more standard means of brutally enforcing their claim to authority, and it's not working out well.

Our Heroes meanwhile are involved in hit-and-fade strikes, one of which sees the death of Qu Rahm. The loss of their teacher causes Rey and Finn some problems, but Poe is the one who pulls them out of it - it doesn't matter if they have a teacher or not, what matters is who they are, and that didn't change because they had a teacher. All he did was open their eyes to who they really were.

That's the realization that drives the stormtrooper-rebellion side of things from the Resistance/Republic side, while on the Imperial side we see Phasma having more and more trouble keeping a lid on things. Finn is The Traitor and basically blamed for everything that goes wrong ever as far as the First Order is concerned.

Running out of options, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren orders a decapitation strike by the entire F.O. fleet on the capital world of the Republic. This is a serious threat, because normal strategic calculus assumes that you just don't DO this, and this is what leads to the big final battle over said capital world - the Republic is outnumbered on a tactical scale, and the available members of the Jedi Order help launch an assault on the First Order flagship to try and disrupt the F.O. fleet.

This is where the Stormtrooper Rebellion is really kicked off, as Finn brings the existing tension in the First Order fleet to a boil (key moment: a Stormtrooper panics at the sight of Jedi, one of their officers tries to gun them down, Finn kills the officer before it can happen; this is the moment that disproves the propoganda and it spreads). Rey gets the big final duel, but it's against Kylo, and on at least two occasions she manages to call in strike support from Poe flying outside in his starfighter. This means the final battle is the Jedi Order versus the Knights of Ren on a super star destroyer being torn apart by Imperial infighting, and the resolution is liberation - for the stormtroopers, for example - and the surrender of the remaining First Order fleet.

[pisspope]

rei and zeke bday hcs cause like,,, why not (but also bc its what the ppl voted for)

tw: implied sex, references to canon typical violence

zeke

- its not that his parents didn’t celebrate his birthday at all its just,,, it was usually a small affair with influential PTA members and their kids. in other words, no one zeke got along with. very much a “seen not heard” while the grown ups sip mimosas type deal

- and of course zeke does everything in service of disappointing his parents so!!! its party time

- honestly u could try to throw a surprise party but good fucking luck this man is snoopy as all hell. every time ur out just a little too long with pieck or porco (they’re bickering over how early to buy balloons) he’s got u on the horn like “i know ur planning something”. would never accuse u of cheating bc he fully believes his own hype and knows u wouldnt DARE cheat on Adonis Himself (Narcissus more like but w/e)

- so yeah he’s probably at least a little involved in the planning of it all, wants to backseat drive because hes “not a loser who plans his own birthday party”. sending u screenshots from his notes app with his favorite colors, songs, what cake he wants, etc. lowkey insufferable

- day comes and you’ve rented out the kid’s bday party section of a bowling alley/arcade and filled it with every friend you can think of that isn’t vaguely shitty or hasn’t been burned by zeke in some way. so like… maybe 10 people, gabi and the kids included so they have a believable cover story if the staff asks who the party’s for. not that they’d care but zeke loves to play like he’s so sNeAkY and sHiFty by telling everyone it’s a party for udo or something.

- that man can BOWL and he’s an ass about it. the sorest winner in the world. in every universe he will knock down 10 or more little dudes with a rock and cheer and whoop and holler like an idiot. jeering at porco when he gets a gutter ball and you see reiner pull him aside like “just let him have it today. its his big day.” as if it is not ALSO reiner’s big day

- played with the idea of him getting a devil’s food cake and reiner getting an angel’s food cake for the lolz but he’s not sharing a party on his life so. coffee cake 100%, both because he likes it and because the kids don’t, which means more to take home. schemer that he is

- does ask for gifts but is pretty insistent about it being under 20 dollars (so he can see who overspent and ACTUALLY loves him. male manipulator). falco gets him an officially licensed sock monkey and he cries (pussy). whispering to u after that if his parents ever die horribly he’ll adopt him

- heading to the connected arcade after and, second verse same as the first, he kills at skee ball. breaks the record on each machine one after the other just to show off, gets all smirky holding the wad of tickets, talking about how he “does it all for uuuuu” and gives u the wettest sloppiest kiss on the cheek just to embarrass u

- does actually give u all his winnings tho. the high score, the posterity, the want to be remembered,,, the ego boost is enough, u can have the 2100 ticket pikachu plush <3 (u will never hear the end of this. i pity u)

- def gets home with his leftover dessert in hand and gifts in bags on his wrist, smile more genuine than usual. opening the door and letting u in, gifts and food quickly forgotten in lieu of giving you a proper thank you for helping put all this together

- 100% squeezing ur ass and asking if there’s any leftover cake for him, knowing it’ll make u roll your eyes but that you’ll relent bc the cheese is part of the charm (and boy when he gets that treat he asked for? he EATS)

reiner

- something something something same birthday complete opposite ends of the spectrum in terms of how they celebrate it

- wants his bday to be a nice quiet affair with the people he loves most, his little found family and maybe karina if hes feeling generous that year

- if u plan a party in any capacity hes gotta be part of the action! wants to hang streamers, balloons, any little things you decide on to spruce up your place for the event (please don’t call it an event he can’t handle the pressure)

- also u can’t have a cookout bday bc he will insist on working the grill the whole time. shark coded, will drown if he isn’t doing something 

- the party itself is extremely laidback, feels more like a big hangout. ordering 3 of his favorite type of pizza, bringing out beanbags and comfy chairs from other parts of the house so everyone can sit in the living room together. gabi and falco take the tv hostage to play video games and colt and bertholdt somehow get roped into it. it’s raucous, but comfortable.

- u and gabi collab on a homemade cake, but reiner is the baker in the family and gabi just likes the excuse to make a mess. end up making some easy cookies and buying a walmart sheet cake, and its a good thing, too, because just the sight of his name is enough to make him tear up. “you didn’t have to do all this” what, make a phone call to get ur name on a cake? the bar is on the floor unfortunately

- no presents because he can’t handle the pressure, but there’s a couple cards and his lip trembles over each one. zeke gets him a card that’s obviously for kids with stickers inside but he tears up at that one too because “it even comes with a little gift… so thoughtful…”

- rest of the party is spent doing more of the same, a couple beers are thrown back, maybe tosses a football around or something. very classic suburban white picket fence dream party. it brings reiner a quiet joy, one that he keeps close to his chest, a memory that he’ll look back on over and over.

- the guests start to filter out one by one until its just u and him, picking up paper plates, putting away leftovers. its all very domestic, it might actually be reiner’s favorite part. to just be with u in companionable silence, scooting around and putting the house in order. domesticity is something sacred that he never thought he’d have, and its a joy to share it with u.

- he INSISTS on sitting on the couch with u after, gives u those big eyes that he only gets when he wants u to pet his hair, falls asleep to one of his favorite comfort films with your hands on his head, totally content

- wakes up in the wee hours and carries u to bed like the big bear of a man that he is, not expecting anything of you, just wanting u to be comfortable. tucks u in and gives u a kiss like it’s your birthday or something

- and it’s not a gift bc reiner specifically requested no gifts, but if he wakes up to u wearing something special the next morning, something that leaves nothing to the imagination, i mean… maybe the party doesn’t have to be over quite yet

[hyuge]

Rest Your Heart

The doors to the manor burst open with a wave of essence and rapid footsteps echo off the tile flooring. Huey waves his hand for the others to follow him as he leads the way down the winding corridors towards his bedchambers. The lock on the door clicks, acknowledging his presence, and it opens before he can touch the handle. His eyes scan the room in search of supplies, and he turns to see the small group of men huddled behind him. Huey parts his lips as he cards his gloved fingers through long, blond hair. “Set him on the bed,” he says to Blade.

Blade nods. He shifts his body weight and clings tighter to the arms draped over his shoulders. Quincy’s head lolls as he’s dragged to Huey’s bedside. Blade drops him on the mattress and moves to pick up his legs, shifting the large forest dweller fully onto the bed.

“What now?” asks Kuya, looking bored, but the way his eyes crinkle at the corner tells Huey exactly how concerned the fox yokai is.

Huey purses his lips in concentration, eyes scanning over Quincy’s body, taking in the extent of his injuries. “His essence is heavily depleted so he’s not healing properly. First, we need to stop the bleeding and bandage the wounds, then he needs a massive essence boost. He’s too weak to regulate it through traditional means.”

“I believe there’s a potion in the lab that can help with his essence,” says Rei. “I’ll be back in a moment.” He leaves them, now having an excuse to raid the lab.

I’ll have to take inventory of the lab later, thinks Huey. He sighs and turns back to Blade. “Find one of the maids to take you to the infirmary. We’ll need bandages and antiseptic.”

“Understood.”

Blade takes off as well, leaving Huey alone with Kuya. “Apply pressure to the wound so we can try to stop the bleeding.”

Kuya scowls. “I’m not a servant.”

“We don’t have time for your incessant bickering if you want Quincy to live.”

With a roll of his eyes, Kuya moves across the room to take a seat on the bed. He presses his pale hands to the deep cut on Quincy’s lower abdomen. Quincy’s body arches as the pain and Kuya pushes down more firmly. “You have to live, old friend.”

Several minutes later, Rei and Blade return at the same time with the requested supplies. Kuya steps out of the way, hands bloodied, as Blade proceeds to sterilize and bandage the wound. Huey snaps his fingers at Rei, who hands him a small potion bottle. He yanks the cork out of the bottle and lifts Quincy’s chin, pinching his cheeks to force his mouth open. Huey pours the potion directly down Quincy’s throat.

Everyone is a bloody, disheveled mess and all they can do is wait after that. Blade paces the room in circles until he tires himself out, falling asleep on the floor, slumped next to the bed. Kuya, surprisingly, takes on his fox form, curling into Quincy’s side when he notices Quincy’s body temperature has dropped, warming him. Rei is far too carefree as he lays in the unoccupied space on Huey’s bed beside Quincy’s injured body, leaving Huey the only one awake when their patient finally rises from his slumber.

Huey is seated in a chair near the bed, writing a message for Aster to take to the neighboring kingdom when he hears the pained groans of Quincy attempting to sit up. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he advises.

Quincy blinks blearily. “What happened?”

“You were badly injured.” Quincy presses his fingertips lightly against the bandage taped to his stomach, then notices the other occupants of the room. He glances from head-to-head, looking nonplussed. “They got tired waiting for you to wake up,” Huey explains.

“I don’t understand,” says Quincy.

Huey sets down his quill with a shrug. “It’s been a long day,” he says, in lieu of an answer. “Get some more rest.”

“Whose room is this?” asks Quincy.

Huey arches a brow. “Mine.”

That seems to only provide Quincy with more questions than answers. “But you never let anyone in your room…”

“Don’t I?” Huey stands, crossing the short distance to the bed and carefully sidestepping around Blade’s sleeping figure on the floor. “Sleep,” he says again, pressing the back of his hand to Quincy’s forehead and forcing the Forest Guardian to rest with a spell.

Written for @tellmewhatyouc

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[lieu-rey]

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[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Chevalier, Mult Estes Guariz - French Crusade Song This one is in old french, and was written when Edessa fell, outraging the Christian world. Lyrics:

Chevalier, mult estes guariz quant Deu a vus fait sa clamur des Turs e des Amoraviz ki li unt fait tels deshenors, cher a tort unt cez fieuz saisiz! Bien en devums aveir dolur, cher la fud Deu primes servi e reconuu pur segnuur. Ki ore irat od Loovis ja mar d’Enfern n’avarat pouur, char s���alme en iert en Pareïs od les angles nostre Segnor. Pris est Rohais, ben le savez, dunt Chrestïens sunt esmaïz, les mustiers ars e desertez, Deus n’i est mais sacrifïez. Chivalers, cher vus purpensez? Vus, ki d’armes estes preisez, a Celui voz cors presentez ki pur vus fut en cruiz drecez! Ki ore irat od Loovis ja mar d’Enfern n’avarat pouur, char s’alme en iert en Pareïs od les angles nostre Segnor. Pernez essample a Lodevis ki plus ad que vus n’avez: riches reis e poëstiz, sur tuz altres est curunez. Deguerpit ad e vair e gris, chastels e viles e citez, il est turnez a Icelui ki pur nus fut en croiz penet. Ki ore irat od Loovis ja mar d’Enfern n’avarat pouur, char s’alme en iert en Pareïs od les angles nostre Segnor. Deus livrat sun cors a Judeus pur metre nus fors de prisun, plaies li firent en cinc lieus que mort suffrit e passïun. Ore vus mande que Chaneleus e la gent Sanguin, li felun, mult li unt fait des vilains jeus. Ore lur rendez lur guerredum! Ki ore irat od Loovis ja mar d’Enfern n’avarat pouur, char s’alme en iert en Pareïs od les angles nostre Segnor. Le Filz Deus al Creatur a Rohais estre ad mis un jorn. La serunt salf li pecceür! Ki bien ferrunt pur s’amur, irunt en cel besoin servir pur la vengance Deu furnir. Ki ore irat od Loovis ja mar d’Enfern n’avarat pouur, char s’alme en iert en Pareïs od les angles nostre Segnor. Alum conquere Moïses ki gist el munt de Sinaï! A Saragins ne·l laisum mais, ne la verge dunt il partid la Roge Mer tut ad un fais, quant le grant Pople le seguit, e Pharaon revint aprof

[gardenofhope]

🌊✏️📚 for the art ask meme:3

hiiiiii bestie :3c

🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw? 

- this is a basic ass answer but HANDS AND ARMS… god gave me hands to draw with but did not decide to let me know how to draw them easily. figuring out poses is hard too… I want to try more dynamic poses… agony 💔

 ✏️ Do you prefer traditional art or digital to relax?

- I tend to go for digital, despite me enjoying sketching traditionally a lot. it’s bc coloring is fun digitally! sometimes I just grab a textured brush and doodle :3c sketches are a pain sometimes, but again. a good textured brush makes it fun and easy for me to relax.

📚 How many layers do you typically use?

- nowhere near as many as you do LMAO /silly

- okay but fr when it comes to finished art, it depends on how much effort I put into it FHKSJFKDFN so uhhh anywhere from 20-50 layers, but that’s bc I tend to use a lot of layers for lineless art, which is what I primarily draw, and if I go for some shading/a background that adds onto it bc I play around with them a lot to try and make it look okay T.T

[eldritch-spouse]

Ludwig hasn’t been given enough love lately, do you have any general headcannons for him that haven’t been covered yet? also please let him know that i love him and would like to wrestle/cuddle w him

[There's so much I could talk about with him, even if he's not exactly the pearl of the blog he's meaningful to me because he was the first bastard. Or rather, the first brainchild I actually put deeper thought into. Everything else, yes even Krulu, sprouted after him. So Ludwig was essentially the big bang of this all.]

[That is, in fact, meant to be flirting.]

In lieu of something specific, I'll give you fun facts:

He's very calm for a wrath demon. I think that's been established well already. However, his self-control greatly diminishes as soon as he's handed a weapon of any kind. It could be a butter knife, it's enough to get him twitchy;

He's a huge fan of Rei, the stuntman. Call him a fangirl to annoy the shit out him;

He deeply wishes he can eventually trust you enough to tell you about his past involving Krulu and The Clergy;

He's the most apt at courting a human out of his brothers because he's the one who has spent more time on the surface. Doesn't mean he still won't give you cool pocket knives or try to rope you into play-fighting;

His flirting sometimes falls entirely flat because one can easily mistake it as somewhat aggressive teasing;

[drabblesandimagines]

Coffee

Rei x reader (reader request)

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You’re an idiot. An oblivious fool. How did it get this far before you’d put two and two together? Scratch that, you hadn’t even put it all together! You thought they were just being nice, neighbourly, friendly… But you’d mentioned the latest sweet thing the two had done for you over dinner with your friend and they’d given you a look - absolutely baffled at your naivety.

You’d been moving in across the hall. The removals company you’d hired had been great, dropping the boxes exactly where directed, but of course you still had to unpack the dang things. You’d been back and forth to the recycling facilities a few times that morning when there was a knock at the door. If you’d had a mirror up on the wall, you would’ve seen exactly how much of a hot mess you looked and probably have ignored the door. However, there were a few things you were expecting to be delivered today, so you opened the door and were surprised to see two handsome men - one cheerful blonde and one sullen-looking dark-haired – neither holding a package for delivery, but a pile of Tupperware and a bottle of lemonade.

You hurriedly wipe the glean of sweat you’re positive is across your forehead, wishing all the sudden you weren’t in your sweatpants and looked a little more put together in front of the two extremely handsome men in your doorway. “Hi!” It sounds a little squeaky.

“Hi – sorry, we know we’re disturbing you, but we just wanted to introduce ourselves. I’m Kazuki and this is Rei, we live just across the hall.” He tilts his head up to signal the door behind him in lieu of pointing due to his full hands. “I know how hectic moving day can be and it’s important to remember to eat, so we thought we’d bring over a ‘welcome to the building’ gift of some lunch.” He holds up the pile of Tupperware. “All hand-made by yours truly.” A wink.

“Oh, thank you. That’s… incredibly kind.” You step back and open the door wider, introducing yourself. “Erm, probably easier if you come in and pop those down. Excuse the chaos…”

It wasn’t long after they offered to give you a hand with unpacking – Kazuki said he was a master at all things flat-pack and quake-proofing heavy furniture, and Rei had been eyeing up your games consoles and TV before hooking it all up masterfully, even tidying away the wires so they weren’t even in sight. With their help across the next couple of days, your apartment was soon finished, everything in its rightful place.

You’d invited the two over for dinner as a thank you – nothing fancy, pizza and beers – watching a terrible action movie before playing some games. The friendship had only progressed from there. They had an odd work schedule, you noted, sometimes they were gone for a few days at a time, some weeks they didn’t seem to work at all. You’d water the plants, take the mail in, keep an eye on the place when they were away. It’s neighbourly, after all.

Kazuki would invite you round for dinner almost weekly – he said it was nice to have someone appreciate his cooking, a pointed glare at Rei. You and Rei were making multiplayer on a new quest-based game, staying up far too late trying to reach the next save point, whilst Kazuki sat snoring behind you.

When you were sick one time, Kazuki brought over soup and medicine. When you had any issues technology-wise, Rei was always on hand to sort it out - even replacing lightbulbs. You felt incredibly blessed to have such wonderful neighbours, and that’s how the topic of conversation had come up over dinner with a friend. They were complaining about their neighbours – noisy, inconsiderate – and you’d explained how Kazuki and Rei just couldn’t seem to do enough for you.

“Okay,” they lean forward and grab your hand, “please tell me you know these men are just trying to woo you.”

You laugh at that, but the look on their face says they’re not joking.

You shake you head, pulling your hand back. “No, they’re just being nice. Kazuki’s a flirt with everyone and Rei’s… Rei. They’re my friends, that’s all.”

“We’re friends and have I ever done half of that stuff for you?”

“No, but…”

“We were room-mates, I sure wasn’t going to look after your sick ass. I slept across the hall for the week, remember?”

“Well, maybe you were just a bad friend.” You retaliate.

“Maybe I was, but that doesn’t change the fact those two are flirting with you.”

You go to make a retort but, slowly, the pieces are falling into place. They were pretty interested whenever you mentioned going out for drinks or dinner with someone other than them, asking if it was a date. If it was, they then wanted to know exactly where you were going and to text when you were safely home, even if they were away. That was just friendly concern, being alone in a big city and meeting up with a friend of a friend or just strangers off the internet. After all, there could be some complete creeps out there and it felt reassuring to know the two were looking out for you.

There were lingering touches from the both of them. Kazuki loved to hug on hello and goodbye, often draping an arm around your shoulder and squeezing whenever you were stood near each other. Rei always sat deliberately close to you, his arm pressed up against yours, even though their sofa could fit around four adults comfortably. When you’d had to fly home for the weekend, they’d given you a lift to the airport at an unearthly hour, seeing you all the way up to the security gate, and then they were there at arrivals again on your return. When there’d be a small earthquake, they’d forced their way into your apartment, checking you were okay – insisting you came over to theirs for any aftershocks. Even Rei had hugged you that day on seeing you unhurt, Kazuki pressing a kiss against your forehead…

“I am an idiot.”

--

It’s a little after nine when you knock on the door. You’d been up all night, debating what to do, though there was still a niggle of doubt that they didn’t like you that way and your friend had just jumped to a ridiculous conclusion. But, a larger part of your brain argued, it wouldn’t be so bad if they did, would it? Well, one of them more than the other. You’d be a liar if you hadn’t thought or dreamt about one of the men in a certain way before…

Rei answers, looking a little tired – you’re not sure if you’ve woken him up or if he hasn’t been to bed yet either.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“No. You okay?” He frowns, looking you up and down.

“Yeah, just a little tired. Erm, is Kazuki in?”

“Ah”, he nods, still frowning. “No, he…” He pauses, debating whether he should be honest or not, but decides against it. “He should be back later though. Can I help?”

“I was just hoping to speak to you both – together. It’s all right, I’ll come back later…” You turn to go when his hand catches your sleeve.

“I’m making some coffee, if you’d like some? That is, if you don’t mind waiting with me.”

“Coffee sounds great, actually.”

It’s a nice morning – warm enough that Rei suggests sitting out on the balcony. You’re a little envious of their set-up, your one-bedroom apartment is a lot smaller than theirs and the fact they have outdoor space, but there is two of them and their job seems to keep them comfortable enough.

You’re sat in a comfortable silence, watching the river below – every so often a boat sailing past. Maybe you should take a boat ride, it might be fun to be a tourist in your own city…

“It’s okay.”

You turn to Rei, confused, had you said one of your thoughts out loud?

“What’s okay?”

“You and Kazuki. I’m happy for the two of you.” He takes a sip of his coffee, wincing, though you’re not convinced it’s from the bitter caffeine.

“What?”

“That’s what you’ve come to talk to us about, right? You’ve decided.”

Your eyes widen, “No. Not at all. I’m an idiot. I only found out that you were two were interested in me last night.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You found out? Kazuki assured me our intentions were perfectly clear and you just needed time.”

“Well, maybe you want to rethink your intentions because it turns out I’m entirely clueless. I thought you were just being friendly, but I was talking to my friend last night and they pointed it out. I was up all night thinking back and it’s all so painfully obvious.” You take a gulp of your own coffee.

“So, you’ve not decided?”

You put down the coffee cup slowly. “If… If I have decided, I wouldn’t want it to ruin your friendship with each other. That’s the last thing I’d want to do, I’d much rather we all remain friends than risk that.”

“No. We agreed from the start that, whatever the outcome, we wouldn’t let it get between us. Just…” he hesitates. “..maybe don’t make out in front of me.”

“That…” you swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. “That might be difficult.”

“Can’t you just take it to his bedroom at least?” Rei scowls, taking another sip of his coffee as you reply.

“I’m not sure how much Kazuki would like me making out with you in his bedroom.”

That catches him off guard and he inhales the liquid, coughing and spluttering in surprise. You wait for him to catch his breath, though his cheeks are now flushed red.

“You… you want me?”

You nod. “Yes.”

“Why?!”

“You don’t sound thrilled. Were you hoping it would be Kazuki?”

“Just everyone loves him, he’s handsome and cheerful and good at cooking and I’m… I’m me.”

“Kazuki is all of those things, but you’re also handsome and fun and sweet and… I like you.”

The door opens within the apartment then, interrupting the conversation. “I’m home! You up?”

“We’re on the balcony,” Rei calls back, face entirely red.

Kazuki appears, in the clothes you saw him leave the apartment yesterday. Did he spend the night elsewhere? He’s surprised to see the two of you on the balcony at this early hour.

“And to what do I owe this pleasure?” He grins, sweetly, approaching the sliding doors. He takes in Rei’s and yours flushed expressions. “Wait, am I interrupting something?”

You stand up, taking a step towards the blonde. “Kind of. Erm, Kazuki, you’re a great guy and all, but…”

“Ah!” Kazuki looks again between the two of you before he grins, genuinely, “At last! Well, I won’t lie – I’m a little heartbroken, but I’ll pick myself back up. If it were anyone but Rei…” He shrugs. “He’s a good man, and the better man won. Not that you’re a trophy or anything!” He rubs the back of his head, nervously.

“But we’ll still be friends, right? I don’t want to do anything to risk our friendship.” You look between the two of them. “It’s really important to me.”

“Of course we will!” Kazuki pulls you into a brief hug. “You won’t get rid of me that easily. Now, tell me, what’s the plan for the first date?” He looks between the two of you, eagerly.

“Date…?” Rei questions.

“We hadn’t…” you hold back a yawn. “..got that far.”

“Jeez, have the two of you even slept? Off to bed – separately – please.” He stresses. “Get your beauty rest whilst I find the two of you the most perfect restaurant for dinner. Go.” Kazuki pushes you gently back into the apartment, leaving Rei on the balcony.

“Thanks, Kazuki. Erm, see you later, Rei.” You smile timidly, before turning and heading towards the door, already thinking of the warm embrace of your bed…

“Yeah. Thanks, Kazuki.” Rei gets to his feet, slinging an arm around the blonde’s shoulders. “I promise we won’t make out in your bed.”

“..what?!” -- Masterlist. Requests welcome. Ko-fi.

[thecaffeinebookwarrior]

Why do you think Kylo hasn’t been called a Mary Sue? I actually see him as a male example of one. He’s also badly written: we never know his motivations, he’s written to be sympathetic even though we firsthand witness him being cruel and remorseless about it, we don’t know why he wants to be evil, every character is forced to be nice to him even after aforementioned cruel acts and a shitty ‘redemption’, etc.

He’s the worst character of the new trilogy. He’s not intriguing, he’s not relatable, he’s not cool, he’s got no charm or pizazz. I know others feel differently but I just can’t stand him at all. What’s your analysis of this?

Thank you!

Hello there! Going to geek out for a bit and share some controversial opinions here.

I think all the flaws in Kylo's writing that you mentioned are 100% valid, though I will also say that I do personally find him to be a better written character than Rey. Why? Because there's an element of narrative tension to Kylo's character that Rey's character lacks.

This isn't a compliment to the writers. It's a byproduct of the fact that they themself didn't know what they were going to do with Kylo, and were waiting to see audience reactions to base their decisions around that.

This is true for a lot of elements of the Star Wars sequel trilogy (and the original trilogy to an extent to, though in lieu of the internet, it all felt a little bit more spontaneous and less...algorithmically generated).

But Rey was always going to stay good, and we, the audience, never doubted that or were given actual reason to suspend disbelief about it (like, yes, the odds of Luke following in Darth Vader's footsteps were also negligible, but the pull of the Dark Side felt way more real and tangible as Vader and Palpatine were tempting him).

I DO think Rey had a lot of potential as a character, and liked her in the first movie especially, but she was just increasingly blandly written. And a lot of that blandness came from a lack of narrative tension. There was no seduction from the Dark Side, no moment where we were really forced to question if we'd give into it in her position.

Now, Kylo had SO many narrative flaws, probably more than Rey. But at least we didn't know whether he was going to rejoin the Light Side, because the writers themselves didn't know. He could be REALLY villainous and unlikeable, but there was also a door left open for redemption - because the writers were waiting to see if that's what audiences wanted.

I can't speak for anyone else, but to me that's personally why Kylo ended up being a more interesting character than Rey, albeit not a particularly well-written one.

As to why he's never called a Mary Sue, obviously there's a big gender element to that - the term is almost exclusively applied to female characters, often by people who don't like women very much.

But I'm going to dip my toe into the waters of controversy here: a lot of producers, directors, and writers try and hide behind "strong" female characters to justify bad, shallow writing. A female character being "strong" won't make her interesting, likeable, or iconic.

Granted, people who don't like women will call ANY powerful female character a Mary Sue (or similar terms) but a well-written female character can usually attract enough adoration to drown those complaints out more.

Like, for example, The Bride from Kill Bill. Jackie Brown. Ellen Ripley from Alien. Katniss Everdeen from Hunger Games. Clarise Starling from Silence of the Lambs. Agent Scully from X Files. Elle Woods from Legally Blonde. Evelyn and Joy from Everything Everywhere All At Once. Princess Leia!

Yes, misogynists are going to hate, say, the most recent incarnation of She-Hulk (who's AMAZING in the comics, I'm so mad about it), but their hatred doesn't make her a well-written character by default. She's simply badly written in the show (in my opinion. Please don't kill me).

And I really, really want more iconic characters, male and female. That's why I demand better writing for both, and won't accept any cheap cop-outs.

Okay, this has turned into sort of a rant that doesn't have much to do with your original question. Forgive me.

Looping back to your original point, I do actually agree with all of your points about the flaws in Kylo's writing! And I hope you don't mind me using it as an opportunity to vent some of my Opinions.

P.S. Please don't jump me Star Wars people, the reason I'm opinionated about it is because I do really love it, especially the original trilogy (and more controversially, the prequel trilogy). Also, you guys make some beautiful fanworks, and really give a lot of these characters the depth and care that they deserve.

[akaifujiruma15]

This audio was trending on tik tok so I made a RWBY version of the trend and the au was inspired by @lieu-rey

[rarepears]

Endeavor trying to measure his dragon-baby's wingspan every week, so he can work its growth rate, and calculate whether he'll defeat All-Might by becoming a dragon-riding hero or if his firstborn son will.

Meanwhile Rei's at her mother's group, complaining about how her husband just had to bring a new pet home right as she was about to give birth and doesn't he know how much work newborns are? Its a very concrete complaint that gives her a lot more validity that their relationship needs therapy than just 'I don't know I feel like he's not supportive'.

Also Rei standing up to Endeavor more because it's a FUCKING DRAGON that can bite young Touya's head off, burn down the house, and eat up the neighbor's pets.

Among other potential risks of course.

It's far easier to stand up against to a stupid husband over a stupid (dangerous) pet in protection of a child - especially when everyone she talks to agrees with her thoughts - instead of having to pick which child to sacrifice to a husband's ambitions...

Oh dang, Endeavor is like the boat guy now. You know, the guy who's busy working on a boat in lieu of therapy except instead of a boat, it's a dragon.

(Also Endeavor is going to have SO MUCH FUN with all the uncertainty surrounding this dragon. How dig will this dragon get? What kind of diet should it even be eating - wait, is chocolate poisonous to a dragon the same way it is for a dog? Ideal growing temperature? How much food to feed it before it starts veering into obesity territory?

Just ALL the questions.

Endeavor has few resources to consult and what little free time he has outside of hero work (including his time to ahem get a second child born) is now spent on researching about all things dragons.)

[More in #endeavor gets a pet dragon AU]