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ko-odi · 1 year ago

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I'm the guy who submitted the anon ask before (where u drew me a pic of Drake, thank u so much I will cherish it for the rest of my life!!!) and I'm in need of some Haunted headcanon inspo for a dnd game I'm trying to run soon!! Tell me some of ur headcanons, no matter how obscure, small, or seemingly insignificant

SRY THIS TOOK SO LONGGGG i. forgort BUT HERE R A FEW !!! :D some of these are my own and some of these are me parroting things ive heard from the haunted discord that i love (u should totally join the discord btw its fun i can give an inv to anyone not already there if anyone wants one!!)

-Drakes issues regarding tone and reading the room, such as 1) his default mode of speaking being thru sarcasm (no hes really not always trying to be rude, thats just how he communicates 😭), and 2) cracking jokes or quips at inappropriate times (like when graysons house was burning down and drake was all like “wow grayson sure does love his secret hatches lawl” and “he should really rethink his escape routes for next time haha!” like drake this is NOT THE TIME). Im not saying hes NOT sassy or rude (because he totally is <3) but like. its not ALWAYS ON PURPOSE OK LMAO he is autistic 🫶

-somewhat related to this is that i hc that he says cheesy lines like “erm… hes RIGHT behind me isnt he” and “um guys, you MIGHT wanna take a look at this…” all the time, and he does so bcs he repeats phrases hes read in books (or from movies/shows he saw before traveling to the future or whatever) a lot. either that or he just Says That Stuff which is almost funnier

-drakes sleeping schedule SUCKS dude and a big parta that is cuz enderman are nocturnal and his internal clock is all messed up. (the water up on his mountain canonically helps him sleep tho im pretty sure?)

-his bodys kinda awkward to move around in, and hes always tripping over his feet or bumping into stuff (hes just like me fr….)

-this ones odd, but the subspecies of enderman that drake is fused(??) with have rings all over their body that they use to light up dark areas (such as caves), and to communicate (blinking lights like fireflies, bright flashes to intimidate others, are dim when sick, etc). Theyre able to control this using their natural magic or whatever. HOWEVERRR drake is unable to control his himself! His rings are stuck at a set brightness, and he cant “turn them off”, leading him to always be expelling a small but steady amount of magic. This is part of why he runs out of mana faster than other magic users/enderman, and is part of why he tries not to waste his mana when possible.

-related to above, hes not ab magic doesnt last very long, but is very volatile and powerful in bursts. this is the OTHER reason he doesnt use magic willy nilly .. he has to learn how to harness it properly or else he might end up hurting people by accident (this might literally be canon but i thought id mention it anyway)

-in the haunting one, hes always stating things abt himself that we never actually get to see (like when he calls himself the builder, or good at parkour, or when armen said that he had a problem with breaking windows???? 😭) so i like to think that those are just collins memories slipping thru the cracks, and those memories dont rly belong to/are about drake at all. theres probably other shared fuzzy memories he has from collin too (like ruby shire perhaps) so thats super fun to play with!! I think this might actually be also canon but yk

-ARMEN iiii love this guy ok so i love to hc that, after hes revived/saved (IF you want to go that route!), he comes back not dead, but not quite alive either…. hes like sorta half and half to me lol. or maybe hes alive, but coming back to life has some side effects (like being cold all the time for example). Hes also suuuper sleepy all the time after hes saved LET HIM SNOOZE dude.

as much as it pains me, I also love the hc that armen comes back with his memory wiped (i think this is close to where the intended canon was supposed to head as well!). You can either go the “his memory is totally wiped, which effectively makes him a new person” route, the “his memory is wiped back to the fall into the lava, right before HB possessed him” route, or the “his memory gets wiped to before HB was involved in his life whatsoever” route. I like all 3 options aaaah idk what my favorite is!!! i’ll probably talk in depth abt these in a different post later bcs the fact that it adds more parallels between him and collin/drake makes me insane. either way he will sometimes have unexplainable deja-vu and things will feel familiar to him.

-armen is super cold all the time (always wearing sweaters and stuff) while drake is super warm all the time (always wearing thin clothes. but this is cuz hes always expelling some sorta magical energy involuntarily, so when he runs outta mana he gets cold as well) this isnt important or anything i just like it :3c

-i like to think that despite his affinity towards it before the fall, he tries to avoid combat & conflict when possible post-possession/revival. very “uhh im a lover not a fighter haha ..” (<- could kick your butt if he tried) vibes. or maybe he lost all combat ability post revival and totally sucks now !! either way man just wants to chill (he is traumatized)

-MIA shes lowkey scared of being on the water after her and her sisters shipwreck, the day she was captured by the empire. she probably slips back into familiarity when they take over that airship one time tho- maybe she gets an airship of her own in the future o:? haunted group sky pirate crew when 🤨???

-along with magic, she also GETS INTO ALCHEMY/CHEMISTRY !!! its like.. magic ??? without needing to provide any ACTUAL magical power yourself?? thats so fucking sick ok. She and drake do magicy-sciencey experiments together and they end up blowing stuff up a lot. despite what drake says, they BOTH enjoy the chaos.

-mia and armen would be BEST. FRIENDS. i think abt mia armen friendship literally all the time they would be so chaotic and thoughtful with each other i love mia armen friendship sm. maybe mia helps style his hair like hers since its grown out later :] They are so sibling core to me

-related to both yhings above, she shares her love of learning with armen. They learn tons of random stuff together :D chemistry archeology history magic biology etc. Mia loves learning anything she can get her hands on, and armen feels the need to learn everything he missed while he was gone.

(sidenote: if he comes back with completely wiped memory, him learning all different sorts of subjects is him trying to figure out what he enjoys, and who he is as a person. “building himself up from ground zero”. and mias glad to help ): <3)

-MIA AND GRAYSON ARE ALSO SIBLING CORE !!!!!!!!!! you are NOT immune to the “mia is everyones sister” propaganda …. im mind controlling you ….

-grayson my GUY dude ok. not rly a hc and more of an observation but i loooove how hes so serious and pessimistic all the time but hes also like…. friendly (yet distrusting) and silly (devouring and entire cake and being all like “:D” with a flower crown and slimey friend) like idk i just looav that contrast its yummy. cruel world forcing his joyous whimsey into hiding </3

-finds a sickening comfort in loneliness, while also being deeply afraid of it. no it is not healthy. i might have to describe this later, as ive not found the words to do so yet.!!! maybe others can add onto this if they wish :)))

-His wife was fucking awesome ok. She was totally anti-empire and wrote many pamphlets that hurt the emperor & his followers image under an anonymous name that spread around the public like wildfire. Did she initially start dating grayson to get more info on the empire without his knowledge? Was she herself high up in the empires chain of command, helping get grayson the job in the first place? Did grayson know and help his wife with her endeavors(im leaning towards yes but no would be fun)? idk but she was awesome and they committed treason together and were in love

-idk if im totally down with the idea, but graysons wife and/or kid ending up being ALIVE…. MANNN THAT COULD BE SO GOOD. SO DRAMA INDUCING. GRRRR i wanna play with this later

-if i start talking abt drake and grayson friendship i will not shut up about it so ill keep it BREIF ….. they are ambiguously romantic/ALMOST queerplatonic to me. they dont care abt labeling what they are, partially bcs they CANT. they r life partners who hold hands and find comfort in the others consistency and the stability their friendship brings. grayson calls drake his “darling husband” for shits and giggles and drake glares at him (while very obviously smiling). OK WE’RE DONE ..

-none of them are allocishet sorryyyy (<- not actually sorry at all) i can list out my queer hcs later if anyone wishes smile :))

-collin, luke, and lalea are still cooking in my head .. i dont have that many hcs abt them qwq i suggest looking to APPLE @apple-rose301 FOR THESE GUYS (she said i could @ her for this) and for any character hcs and analysis stuff tbh, their thoughts are basically canon to me /pos . would also love to hear EVERYONES THOUGHTS AND ANALYSES AND HCS EVER !!!! so if anyone sees this … u should totally list out ur own thoughts :)))) PLEASR PLEASEPLEA

i also have more thoughts on each character analysis wise, specifically the contrasts and parallels they have with each other and themselves, but that might be putttt into a different postttt

OH also sry for being more drake focused i loav drake he is my favorite guy ever ever .!! I HOPE THESE FEW LITTLE THOUGHTS ARE ALRIGHT THO TYSM FOR ASKINNGGGG (ALSO IM GLAD U LIKED THE DRAWING TYY) AND ALSO ID LOVE TO HEAR MORE ABT THIS DND CAMPAIGN HELLO ???

#asks o:#the haunted minecraft #headcanons #also i had way too much fun with the colored text LMK IF I SHOULD REMOVE IT and make it all black instead :P #yapping

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delafiseaseses · 1 year ago

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Delafiseaseses Reveals its True Identity for the Purpose of Self-Promoting its Artist Activities.

Yeah, y'know what, fuck it. I've mentioned it before, but Delafiseaseses is merely a side-alias. Me odd tendency t' wanna be secretive means I've divided meself into many usernames.

My main username online is Stone, StoneAKASeashoresWall t' be specific. Yes, that's 2 online aliases merged into one... yes, SeashoresWall was like Delafiseaseses once and was a 'secret'... I do that a lot. But, as an artist I am known by NoelBobby, would thou be amazed t' learn that was also a secret once? Probably not. NoelBobby was also a pun on 'Nobody' an' near the starta Delafiseaseses I was 'Nobody Delafiseaseses'. That all ended as I became a somebody through gender-realisations, hence the droppin' of the Nobody 'ere, but I was years established as NoelBobby so I kept it, well that an' I didn't wanna pay for the privilege of changin' me Deviantart name, heh.

Anyway, NoelBobby. That 'as been a Deviantart Account for 3 years an' with it I've produced over 1000 images. 'Ere's an link t' the gallery. An' NoelBobby 'as also recently 'ad a Tumblr account set up. 'Ere's a link to that.

Y'may be wonderin' why am I givin' these links now? After so long keepin' these things separate from me primary Tumblr account/Fallout Ramblings place? Well, I 'ave two reasons, a general one an' a big one.

The general one is that I want people t' see me art. I'm an artist, I bloody love the idea of people seein' me work. I subtly bragged about the fact there's over 1000 images on the Deviantart due t' me pride in me work. I'll be honest, I've thought about yellin' about that on Delafiseaseses since a few months after I made this account.

The second bigger reason is that bein' an artist kinda stopped bein' a hobby recently. As of last month, t' be precise. I 'ave set up a Ko-Fi account wi' commissions an' donations open. An', well, y'know 'ow it is, I've gotta self-promote that. That's what pushed me over this edge of doin' this. I've drafted up this a few times now an' backed out, hence the 'Y'know what, fuck it' at the starta this.

So, look at me art if ya fancy, an' if y'do an' y'think it'd be nice t' give me dosh for it then do that if y'am able. Otherwise, if y'am annoyed by the fact I've suddenly spewed this messy of ramble self-promotin' rubbish at ya, uh, disregard this post an' move on with ya day. I'm sure I'll ramble about somethin' to yer interests at some point.

I as Delafiseaseses ay goin' anywhere an' the kinda nattering I do 'ere will 'appen again soon enough. I probably won't even mention this again for a long time, maybe I'll start callin' meself Stone on 'ere, though. That's not a mere username, that's a parta me identity that started out as a username. Heh.

Now t' click 'Post now' before my self-consciousness makes me delete all of this. I almost did several times as I wrote this ramble.

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2hotwing · 4 years ago

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Hello! I'd like to request a free tarot reading, if I may please? I’m asking because I’m in an confusing situation with my love life. My question kinda a two parta, does TA ♎️ view me in an romantic way or just as a friend? For context he’s given me lots of mixed signals I’ve really if he didn’t like me in that way just let to me know so I could move on with my love life if that makes sense.

My other part of the question does M ♑️ like me in an romantic way? For context why I’m wondering this we get on really well however he dated one of my friends and they recently broke up since then there’s kinda a weird atmosphere between him and I as we both don’t know how to now be with each other we don’t want to overstep if that makes sense. Thank you in advance! I hope your well and happy 🤍 - PL♍️

For TA the four of cups came out! This card indicates that they likely see you just as a friend, or if they think you like them romantically they are unhappy/not satisfied with that? Almost like they would rather it be someone else? That sounds very harsh but there’s a strong sense of discontentment on their part whether it’s towards you, a situation, or a mix of things. Regardless I wouldn’t continue any pursuit of them, they seem to be on the defensive right now or in a negative space that wouldn’t be very welcoming to affection!

For M the seven of swords came out? M most likely isn’t being honest with his feelings either towards you, your friend, or himself. It could be that he’s torn between getting over his ex and feeling weird because he wants to pursue something with you. Was the breakup super recent? If it’s still pretty fresh it may be a matter of waiting for him to sort himself out before you see any results or really figure out what’s going on!

I get why this feels confusing though and I hope this reading helps even a little for clarification! Have a good day!

#free tarot readings #empireroyals #zeke got an ask

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seleneaedits · 4 years ago

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Hi! I just wanted to tell you that your edits are SO PRETTY!! They're just perfect! The colors and style like it's so so amazing!! Could you please tell me how you do them? Especially wallpapers because they're just *chef's kiss* Thank you and hope you have a great day! (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

THANK YOUUUUU 💞💕❤️ I'm glad you like them :D

And I'm really sorry this took me so long to answer, tumblr deleted the whole thing like 5 times on the same day, and after that I was a kind of busy studying for a test-

Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted to know how I do the phone wallpapers or the deskstop wallpapers, so I did a little tutorial for the phone wallpapers! If you want to know about the deskstop ones let me know and I'll do another one :D

I use the apps PhotoEditor and SuperImpose (mainly), but I'm sure you can do this with any other editing apps/programs! (Also, you can get SuperImpose with any apk from youtube)

To start doing the wallpapers, I do a kind-of collage with the pictures that fit the theme I want, in a blank picture with the size of the screen. I get most of my pictures from Pinterest, but sometimes I also get some from these sites

You don't need a specific number of pictures, pick as much as you want

Then I put two plain color squares, and add a shadow (but with little opacity so it doesn't look too dark), it should look like this

And after that I just put the character(s) sprites over the square, cutting out the parta that are below it (and sometimes some parts that go to the sides, leaving only the hair off the square)

That would be it for the 1st type I do the most! You can add filters, overlays, borders, anything you want

Now, going onto the second one

For this one I change a lot of stuff everytime so this is just the last one I made, you can try adding new stuff or changing anything!

First I open a plain image with the color I want, and add this grid thingy

It should look like this

Then, I open the background for the previous wallpaper, and add the color with the grid, but choosing a triangle or any shape that cuts off a little part of it at the left top, and on top of it I add a plain color triangle (or any shape that could work) with a plain color, it can be a different one or just a different shade of the grid one

After all that, I add the transparent(s), and do the same thing from the previous step, but this time at the bottom

(I accidentally moved it when I took the screenshot, but the pink part is there ahah-)

And for the last part, I add a filter or gradient

I actually don't do much complex stuff for this part, I just put a plain colored square covering the whole picture and lower the opacity. When I want to use a gradient I do the same thing but putting two colors in the square (it's a tool the app I use has, but it probably can be done with any other app)

And that would be it! If I left anything out or you want me to explain something better let me know! Also, as I said at the start, since I did phone wallpapers, I can do another tutorial (kind of) with how I do the deskstop wallpapers :D

I hope this helps!

PD the characters in the wallpapers are Luna Wyndell and Selene Ambrose from Midnight Train, it's a great game

#tutorial #i guess? ahah

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jayyisntcool · 5 years ago

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Intertwined (Antisepticeye X Reader)

Summary: After a short argument Y/N and anti "kiss and make up"

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Nsfw (Marked),

Nsfw warnings: Pet names, oral, choking

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You yawned, the lack of sleep making your head pound. This is the third night in a row you've been up to watch the sun rise. He promised you he'd be back before midnight, which had passed four hours ago. He wouldn't tell you where he was going, telling you simply that it was business. You knew you didn't want to know about half of the stuff he did, he was a demon for christ's sake, but you couldn't help but be worried. Though you knew he couldn't feel the same for you, you loved him. The full green if his skin, his glitching, all of him made you whole.

The room suddenly started buzzing, static making your hair poof up. At least you could tell when he had arrived home. There was blood all over his shirt, several cuts and bruises scattering what you could see of his skin. It's not that it's new, he always looks like this when he comes home from his so called 'business' but it hurt to see him injured. He gave you a slight smile before stripping off his shirt.

"I didn't expect to see you up, doll." He spoke, his accent thick as he grabbed medical supplies from the bathroom. He sat on the foot of the bed, starting to clean his cuts as his body glitched around him.

"I didn't expect you to waltz in at four o clock in the morning." You replied sarcastically, scooting closer to him. He had a tendency to under exaggerate his wounds, especially in front of you. Nothing looked particularly bad at first glance, so that was a plus.

"Doll, you know I have things I have to do-"

"I know. I just worry. I hate you coming in this late." You cut him off, already having had this conversation a million times over.

"It's part of being with somethin' like me, doll face. You know that." He spoke with a nod, finishing cleaning his injuries before setting the medical supplies aside.

"I... I know. It's just-"

"Now I told ya, it's parta' the deal, either shut up and deal with it or leave." He snapped, stripping and changing into a pair of pajama pants. You silently nodded, knowing it was unwise to anger the demon.

"Yes sir." You mumbled, barely being audible.

The demon looked down slowly setting in the bed and scooting towards you.

"I didn't mean to snap at ya. My bad, darlin'". He spoke, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into his lap.

"I know." You replied simply, tilting your neck slightly when you felt the demon slowly leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

(⚠️NSFW WARNING⚠️)

"You. Are. My. Everything." He spoke between kisses, before pulling away and forcing you to look at him. "You understand that, right pet?" He questioned, smirking as you nodded yes in response.

"Yes, master." You replied moaning when Anti found your sweet spot and harshly bit it.

"You sound so pretty for me, doll." He murmured before ripping off your shirt. He trailed kisses down your chest before starting to leave hickeys. You let out a small whimper, making Anti cock his head at you. "What, pet? Use your words." He spoke harshly as he bit just above your collarbone.

"I want you, master." You spoke, breath hitching every time the demon nipped at your skin.

"Do ya, now? But I was havin 'fun usin' ya like the good puppet ya' are." He spoke, teasing you before tilting your head up and crashing his lips into yours. His kiss was rough and dominant, his teeth nipping at your lips. When you pulled away he was quick to strip you of the rest of your clothes. He slowly kissed down your thighs before sitting back up. "If you want me so bad, doll, prove it." He spoke, sitting up and watching you with wide eyes.

"Of course, master." You spoke, crawling up to Anti and slowly pushing down his pajama bottoms and boxers. He sighed softly as you kissed the head of his shaft before slowly going down on him. His hand roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair as he pushed you down further, forcing you to hollow your cheeks to take him all. Once you reached a speed the he was content with he loosened his grip, draining his head back and breathing heavily. You moaned slightly, the vibrations making Anti shiver. He harshly yanked your head up and off of him.

"Your hot, ya know that doll?" He spoke, flipping you over and harshly thrusting into you. You clawed at his back, the sudden pressure making you clench in pain. He gave you a moment to adjust before going further. He started slow, burying his head in the crook of your neck and letting out something like a growl.

"Mm~ Anti, so good" You muttered between thrusts, throwing your arms around the demons neck and your legs curling around his back.

"So tight for me, doll" Anti moaned into your ear, his hand making its way up to your throat and squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.

"Anti, please, master, let me-" You were cut off as he squeezed you throat tighter, his voice low and his body glitching.

"Cum for me, pet." He groaned, holding you close to him. You moaned loudly as you came around him, clinching as he followed suite.

"Thank you, master." You groaned as your grip on the demon loosened. He hummed in response, pulling out and walking to the bathroom to get a towel. He slightly moved you over to clean up the mess and helped you into one of his t-shirts.

"I'll try to get in earlier from now on, doll. I know it worries ya'." He spoke softly before slipping on a pair of boxers and crawling into bed next to you, turning the lights off and pulling the covers up over the two of you.

"You don't have to do that for me. Just being here is enough." You spoke softly, intertwining your legs with his. You lay on his chest, content with hearing his breathing.

"No, but I want'a. Ya mean a lot to me doll. The sex is great, but I care about you." If it wasn't dark you were sure it would be one of the few times you saw him truly smile.

You nodded in agreement. "And that's why I love you, idiot." You said with a giggle and a soft smile. He tightened his grip around you before sighing, the two of you content to fall asleep intertwined.

#antisepticeye x reader #antisepticeye #jacksepticeye x reader #x reader #darkiplier x reader #darkiplier #jupiterfics

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tipsycad147 · 3 years ago

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3 Herbal Recipes to Support Your Lunar Return

By Alexis J. Cunningfolk

Every month the Moon returns to place in the sign that you were born in - known as a Lunar Return - and it can be an auspicious time to nourish your inner worlds. The Lunar Return is, in fact, just the Moon version of your Solar Return (also known as your birthday) or a Saturn Return, though the energy and meaning of a Lunar Return is different than either of those. I write a lot about the Moon because in astrology and western esoteric practice, it is through working with our inner Moon that we understand our consciousness and cultivate the insights needed to work as healers and bring healing into our relationships (I even created a whole course about it). Lunar-centered herbalism plays a special role in my practice as an herbalist whether it is observing the healing rituals of the different phases of the Moon, creating Moon-inspired baths, learning more about the magick of Moon signs in my herbal preparations or making teas for my Lunar Return.

With all the ways one can practice medicine and magick by the Moon, I find the energy of the Lunar Return to be something special, moving and changing each month, calling us to step into a more spiral understanding of time and our experience of it. Your Lunar Return can be many things, including a time of reflection, of rebalancing or of reconnecting with some part of yourself, and I wanted to share with you three simple herbal remedies that I use for my own Lunar Return practice that'll hopefully support your own.

About the Recipes

I try to write about herbs that are easily accessible within the traditional western herbalism repertoire, but I've also included the herbal action of each herb that I'm focusing on to help you choose alternative herbs based on your needs. You are strongly encouraged to adapt each recipe to make it your own. The recipe portions listed are estimations and can be easily adjusted to your own taste needs and you can add any variety of preferred flavorful herbs to your own mix. While the recipes below are written with tea in mind you can use them as herbal baths, tinctures, flower essence blends, topical herbal oils, and more.

Reflection Moon Tea

Sometimes our Lunar Return is calling us home again through gentle reflection and dreamwork. I love working with my dreams with greater intention around my Lunar Return and the Reflection Moon tea blend helps to do just that. The blend helps to quiet the mind so that we can explore what's going on beneath the surface for us while also stimulating the dreaming part of our psyche. Reflection Moon tea is also helpful when it comes to awakening our inherent psychic gifs.

Medicinally, Reflection Moon can be a useful blend during and in the time around your Lunar Return if you're menstruating (Mugwort is a uterine tonic and all herbs have pain relieving qualities), looking to alleviating general tension especially when accompanied by headaches, and to help with slow and sluggish digestion.

2 parta Skullcap (Scutellaria lateriflora): Nervine, sedative, and relaxant

1 part Mugwort (Artemisia vulgaris): Relaxant and dream tonic

1 part part Rose (Rosa spp.): Heart tonic

Rebalancing Moon Tea

Your Lunar Return can be a beautiful time to slow down and reassess what needs balancing in your life. Whether you're feeling run down and sluggish, want to support the start of a new cycle or firm up some energetic boundaries, the Rebalancing Moon blend is nutritive rich and restorative. If I'm experiencing decision and/or compassion fatigue it this blend or some variation of this blend that I typically reach for.

In addition to being a nutritive rich blend, Rebalancing Moon helps with digestion, helps with issues of circulation, strengthens the blood (i.e. can help to alleviate anemia), protects against seasonal allergies, and is an excellent blend for taking after recovering from a period of illness or stress.

2 parts Milky Oat (Avena sativa): Nervine and neurotonic

1 part Nettles (Urtica dioica): Nutritive, digestive, and whole body trophorestorative

1 part Spearmint (Mentha spicata): Digestive (carminative) and clears brain fog

Reconnecting Moon Tea

Sometimes it can feel like we're searching for something lost or not quite remembered about ourselves. Or we've set aside practices we'd want to be doing, things we want to be learning, and people we want to connect with because of the busyness and stress of our life. Reconnecting Moon can help to calm our nervous system and nudge us back into communion with our desires. It's the blend I reach for if I'm feeling out of sorts with my practice and like I'm doing less and less of what I want to be doing in my life for whatever reasons.

Medicinally, Reconnecting Moon is a lovely tonic for the brain and nervous system, helping to support the lines of communication between what we're feeling-thinking. It's a good tea to share with others to help support clear lines of communication and to soothe frazzled energy.

4 parts Lemon Balm (Melissa officinalis): Nootropic and nervine

1 part Rosemary (Salvia rosmarinus): Nootropic and gentle nervous system stimulant

½ part Lavender (Lavandula officinalis): Nervine and circulatory stimulant

I hope that these recipes serve as a source of inspiration for your own practice. If you haven’t already, be sure to read my full post on what a Lunar Return is and why you might start observing it. For those of you who read tarot or oracle cards, I’ve written a tarot spread to support your lunar observations.

May you find what you’re looking for as you gaze into the mirror of the ever-changing Moon.

🌙

http://www.wortsandcunning.com/blog?category=astroherbology

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theworstjedi · 5 years ago

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A Mandolorian Wannabe and a Jedi Walk into a Cantina

The metal door slid open with a grating rattle that might have set anyone else’s teeth on edge, but the protest of technology on the threshold of disrepair and the rolling stench of alcohol and vomit let Taizi know she was home. The Smuggler’s Stim was a dimly lit kriffhole too seedy for even the dregs of society. This was a place for the scum that floated on top of the dregs to amass in search of drink and job. Sometimes company. Taizi dispassionately watched a lizard man rake his tongue over the temple horn of an overpainted Twi’lek as she and her two companions shouldered their way through the closely packed bodies.

“Are men always that disgusting, Moussa?” she asked the man shrouded in a helmet to match her rough cloth keffiyah own at her shoulder. Unlike hers, which left her mouth free, the beskar betrayed nothing aside from a black t-visor, but the neon murk of the cantina swallowed even that in obscurity. Although he was only average height, he loomed over the woman accompanying him.

“What you call disgusting—” the man pulled his helmet up over his ginger stubbled chin, “—I call a good time.” His unmuffled timbre danced around a mischevious grin.

“What’s not a good time is you blowing the speeder out again,” she snapped. Her crips Kaasian accent became sharper.

“If you think you can drive that pile of trash better--”

“I know I can,” Taizi sneered and swung herself into a seat next to a gold bangle covered figure staring absently into the distance at the bar. Moussa moved quickly to occupy the seat next to Taizi before the lizardy alien and his “date” could squish both of themselves into it.. He pulled the rest of the helmet offback so it fell away around messy, although neatly tied back, shocks of red hair, green skin, and ritual black tattoos. The bar was the most brightly part of the establishment. The light was a florescent white rather than the colorful haze of the mood lights tucked into small alcoves. The bartender slapped two glasses down in front of them. His hard gaze brokered no argument; if you sat here you bought.

“Tihaar and lime-spritz.” Taizi didn’t bother to look at the blob of an alien glaring holes into them.

“I was wondering if any wine had come in yet?” MOussa asked. The etiquette stuck out like a clean thumb in his surroundings.

Taizi snorted. “It’s not real wine.”

“What? If you can pretend to be Mandalorian, I can pretend this place has fine wine.”

She shook her head but didn’t pursue it.

“La yama beestoo,” the bartender gargled.

“Great. I’ll have a glass of red.”

In the light, Taizi could see the water stains on the glass as clearly as she could see Moussa’s wandering eye settling on colorful twi’lek ladies. The world at this bar counter on Nar Shaddaa was as unsubtle as his hair. Sometimes she rescued his one night flirtations from Moussa’s unrelenting overtures, but really, Taizi wasn’t the keeper of woman (and occasional man) kind just because she had a pair of tits. His interest had been become a line in the sand a few months ago when the bounty board had still been their biggest priority. It was quaint now. So much of Taizi’s galaxy had changed in the Cold War, but Nar Shaddaa hadn’t. Of course, Moussa hadn’t. He could be counted on to be consistent, if nothing else.

Taizi pretended not to see the unfortunate alien’s half-hearted answers to her companion. She looked to the figure beside her instead. See no evil. Now that she was sitting by him, she could see he was distinctly male. If the lean muscle of his freckled arms was any benchmark. Perhaps, it was his disinterest in his surroundings that spurred her to stare longer than she knew was necessary, but Taizi found something about him implacably interesting. He was clothed in a thin white tunic and adorned with a heavy gold collar dripping over his chest and neck. She could only see the tip of his pale nose, lips, and chin from behind the palm cradling his cheek and shock of blond hair. Like them, he a weapon secured to his back, which was straight as a board but not rigid. It suggested uncharacteristic discipline that set him apart from the lawless irreverence of the typical bounty hunter or smuggler. A gloved hand was wrapped around a glass he was mindlessly rotating against the bar. A curiosity. A…compelling curiosity. Taizi could feel Moussa’s eyes on her as he noticed his partner’s intent interest in an affair that wasn’t her own. Taizi’s eyes drifted from the line of the golden boy’s back to his hip. The hilt of a lightsaber rested against his belt.

She stopped breathing. The moment she felt her blood chill, the man’s determined stare at a point beyond their perception tilted towards her. It did not face her but rather cocked his head at an angle that suggested it might be staring at her in return. A flash of cold ran through Taizi. It was not unheard of to see a Jedi in Hutt space – unusual but not unheard of. She was more preoccupied with the old scar that still looked raw cut into a deep trench from corner of his lips, like an extended mouth or like someone had bridled him at the mouth and pulled too hard. Her eyes traced up along the flattened disfigured cheek. The jagged eye socket around blue eyes. Blue eyes that should’ve been yellow.

“You’re my father’s apprentice--,” she said compelled by the same force that had made her gaze linger. “Elutherius.”

The Sith apprentice formerly known as Elly W’ks stiffened, going paler under his freckles. “Farkle me.”

“I’m considering it. You don’t look bad for a dead man, Elly.”

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“What’s the Jedi Code about?” Taizi demanded suddenly in the long stretch of silence. If one could call the hollow wail of Nar Shaddaa streets quiet.

It was followed by the sound of a spanner clattering on the floor and an “Ow!” as Friyr smacked his head on the panel under the edge of Taizi’s speeder. “What?” he asked and extracted himself from the innards of her retooled junk pile more mindfully that time.

His Guide Droid, NM1, began to grumble in Taizi’s direction.

She waved him away and fell into the space he’d been occupying by Friyr’s side. Their knees brushed. “The Jedi Code. Tell me about it.”

Friyr followed the trajectory of NM1’s complaints and accusatory scittering against concrete, then sighed. He looked Taizi in the eyes. His pale blue irises were unnaturally faded and electric all at once, and they possessed no sight to speak of. But the way they caught and held hers felt like they did so intentionally.

“The Code?” he asked. His voice was as incredulous as his grease stained skin and disarrayed hair falling into his face and across his cheeks. “You thinking of joining up?” he teased and flicked her knee.

“Not on your life Elly.”

Friyr chuckled, but she could see that her question had taken him aback. He scrubbed a hand over his face, and her eyes traced the deep-seated burn patterns splashed over his tendons and wrist, all the way down to his forearm. “Whaddaya wanna to know ‘bout the Code? I can’t really summarize what it’s about without a coupla full days, and half the Order would still say I’d gotten it wrong.”

“Uh—” This was a harder question to answer.

“So, d’ya know what the Code says?”

“I—” Taizi thought. “No emotions, no love, only the Force.”

“Emotion, yet peace,” Friyr began to recite. “Ignorance, yet knowledge./ Passion, yet serenity./ Chaos, yet harmony./ Death, yet the Force.” His effeminate voice seemed fuller, like there was something behind it, and by the time he’d finished speaking gooseflesh trailed along her arms with a cold feeling that told her honed instincts beyond all logic that they weren’t alone. Friyr simply waited.

“What—does that mean?”

Friyr pulled a face as she still pursued the grandiose philosophical answer he was avoiding. “It’s a code of discipline for wieldin’ the Force; at its core it’s’about self-mastery over everythin’, so that the Force isn’t misused or whatnot. But it means a lot of different things to a lot of different people.”

“What does it mean to you?” she asked and watched Friyr respond with a dramatic groan. She smiled despite herself.

“So, I take a stance nobody else likes I believe that the Force is beyond our ability to get. I think she does what she wants, doesn’ care much what we do. I b’lieve we’re a parta that, an’ we got dark ‘n light same as she does. Force changes; we change.” Friyr gently thunked his head onto the concrete. “So, I believe that the Code really means nothing outside of Jedi philo-whatever; it’s just like a little thing that people need to repeat and sometimes shove all the way up their ass because they’re a Ver-ry, Serious. Jedi.”

Taizi rubbed at her arm still aching with goosebumps. A sad quirk turned up the corners of her painted lips. “You’re such a Jedi, E-- ... Friyr, was it?.” And he was so different from what he had been. A hard edge of discontent had been worn down into a belief that she could tell he’d poured his heart into.

“Yup.” Friyr popped the p. “What? You think I’d join a kinda-religious order without believing in what they were sayin’?”

Taizi gave him a doubtful look before she remembered that he’d lost what little sight he’d had when he was young. She instead made to tap him reproachfully on the shoulder, but her fingers hesitated over the fabric of his white tunic still streaked with black. She pushed them into his beached straw hair instead and ruffled it. It was a thin excuse for just wanting to feel close to him, and she thought they both knew that. Friyr pointed out often how her Force presence was the equivalent of an enraged Nerf in a china shop.

“Yeah, I guess I would, wouldn’t I?” He smiled and caught Taizi’s wrist.

“What’s this about, Wk’s?”

“So, where does ‘no attachments’ come in?”

They asked both questions at once. Their words ran together in a confused jumble; one question the answer to another. Taizi closed her eyes and groaned. She watched Friyr swallow hard as he processed her clumsy and unwitting admission.

“No attachments—” he said then swallowed again. He pulled her fingers from his hair. “–actually has very little to do with the Code. S’derived from the Code, but s’not a part of it. It’s covered under the passion and serenity part, right? You don’ have passions, so you got no reason to do things t’benefit yerself. You have to serve the Force not use it. Attachments cause you to be like “oh yeah! I do want stuff.” Wantin’ stuff leads to the Dark Side, and ‘Passion will break my chains/ the Force will set me free.’ You see how that fits together in a nice little slippery slope?”

“Kurt never had you declared dead,” Taizi murmured. Any attempt at being subtle was gone. Friyr stiffened. “If you’re still attached to my family...”

The air deflated out of Friyr. “You know—the funny thing about love, ‘n family, ‘n all that stuff is that I never believed in it. I thought once—” he started to say then shook his head.

“I know love’s a lie. It’s another extreme the Sith try to sell you, and it’s a nice luxury,” he said the word with so much disdain, “But my apprenticeship with Ignolis? S’a lie. Iggy gettin’ us hitched? A lie. My freedom? A lie. Priv’lige at best. I, as a Force whatever, have to know better. An’ I owe the Force the truth. Myself too by extension or whatever.”

Taizi had never been much of a speaker – not like he was. “That’s not fair,” was all she could say and still be eloquent. “We gave you everything, and you left.”

“Them’s the breaks, kid.”

She slipped her fingers into his, and he sat up. His rough hands squeezed them back apologetically. The neon sign for an ad flickered off as a quarrel started a few blocks down. It was just them and the curb.

“Taizi,” Friyr said softly.

“Mnn?”

“Don’ tell anyone. Please. You were always... chasin’ the next adventure or whatever. You weren’t parta this... Sith nonsense.”

The feeling of steeping self-pity turned acrid. Friyr had left her alone without a thought and he didn’t even have the pair on him to respect her after the fact. She pulled her fingers away, leaving the Jedi’s hand empty.

“I have to get going now that the things fixed.”

“Taizi.”

She turned back, hands jammed in her pockets and saw him sprawled on the wet concrete. His wirey frame and gold adornments something like a doll dropped on the ground.

“Fine. But. You owe me one.”

Friyr grinned as bright and cheerful as he ever had been before he died. It was almost forgiveable.

#Friyr Illustratum #Taizi W'ks

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astynomi · 8 years ago

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Hi! I'm currently putting together a powerpoint on Tiberius for my Latin class and I was wondering if you could link me to a source for the quote from Tacitus's Annals 1.80 describing Tiberius? (‘talented and intelligent, but paralysed by lack of confidence’) I've looked at various online editions for the Annals (Perseus Digital Library, MIT Classics) but I haven't been able to find anything that resembles it. Thank you very much for your help!

Hello! Delighted to hear my ramblings are helping with an actual class presentation! :D Yes, of course. That description is actually my own paraphrase of what I think was Tacitus’ characterisation of Tiberius. It draws primarily on two passages from the Annals, one of which is the one you mention.

Annals 1.80, from: Goodyear, F.R.D. (1981), The Annals of Tacitus Books 1-6, edited with a commentary. Volume II: Annals 1.55-81 and Annals 2. Cambridge.

prorogatur Poppaeo Sabino provincia Moesia additis Achaia ac Macedonia. id quoque morum Tiberii fuit, continuare imperia ac plerosque ad finem vitae in idem exercitibus aut iurisdictionibus habere. causae variae traduntur: alii taedio novae curae semel placita pro aeternis servavisse; quidam invidia, ne plures fruerentur; sunt qui existent, ut callidum eius ingenium, ita anxium iudicium. neque enim eminentes virtutes sectabatur, et rursum vitia oderat: ex optimis periculum sibi, a pessimis dedecus publicum metuebat. qua haesitatione postremo eo provectus est ut mandaverit quibusdam provincias quos egredi urbe non erat passurus.

Poppaeus Sabinus had his command in the province of Moesia extended, and Achaea and Macedonia added to it. This was another of Tiberius’ practices, to maintain commands and keep many people in the same armies or jurisdiction until the end of their lives. Various causes are reported for this: some thought that he found it tiresome to redo tasks and therefore, once he had approved something, kept it that way permanently; some say that it was out of envy, to avoid numerous people enjoying [the honour]; there are those who think that, for all the brilliance of his mind, he was anxious about making decisions. [Lit. ‘As his mind was brilliant, so his judgement was anxious’.] For he did not pursue outstanding degrees of excellence, while on the other hand he hated vice: from the best men he feared danger to himself, from the worst, public disgrace. This hesitation led him to go so far as to assign provinces to men whom he had no intention of allowing to leave the city.

Annals 3.56, from Fisher, C.D. (1966), Cornelii Taciti Annalium ab Excessu Divi Augusti Libri. Oxford (Scriptorum Classicorum Bibliotheca Oxoniensis.)

This passage is about the succession of Augustus to Tiberius, and Tiberius’ attempt to establish Drusus as his successor (so he would have been the third emperor if he had not died young). I think it’s an important and overlooked passage: people usually focus on Tacitus’ more negative presentation of the succession in Annals 1.3. (It’s worth noting that even in Book 1, Tacitus is not negative towards Tiberius himself in his own voice.) Here Tacitus expresses Augustus’ motivation using indicative verbs, so it’s Tacitus’ own opinion of what happened. It’s the most convincing and balanced account I know; he’s saying that Augustus thought the purpose of the monarchy was to prevent civil strife occurring by multiple nobles fighting for supreme power, and that Augustus thought Tiberius’ character was such that he would not use the position for personal gain. Tacitus grants a lot of space to Tiberius’ argument that Drusus (and, by implication, Tiberius himself at the time) was a suitable heir. Tacitus also points out here that Tiberius treated Germanicus (his adopted heir) and Drusus (his own son) equally, even though elsewhere he reports contemporaries accusing Tiberius of favouring Drusus, and gives the reader a negative impression, as though Tiberius were being unfair to Germanicus, even though in book 1 Tacitus expresses outrage that Tiberius was made to adopt his nephew when he had a son of his own, who would thus be deprived of his position of Tiberius’ direct heir (since Germanicus was slightly older than Drusus).

Tiberius, fama moderationis parta quod ingruentis accusatores represserat, mittit litteras ad senatum quis potestatem tribuniciam Druso petebat. id summi fastigii vocabulum Augustus repperit, ne regis aut dictatoris nomen adsumeret ac tamen appellatione aliqua cetera imperia praemineret. Marcum deinde Agrippam socium eius potestatis, quo defuncto Tiberium Neronem delegit ne successor in incerto foret. sic cohiberi pravas aliorum spes rebatur; simul modestiae Neronis et suae magnitudini fidebat. quo tunc exemplo Tiberius Drusum summae rei admovit, cum incolumi Germanico integrum inter duos iudicium tenuisset. sed principio litterarum veneratus deos ut consilia sua rei publicae prosperarent, modica de moribus adulescentis neque in falsum aucta rettulit. esse illi coniugem et tres liberos eamque aetatem qua ipse quondam a divo Augusto ad capessendum hoc munus vocatus sit. neque nunc propere sed per octo annos capto experimento, compressis seditionibus, compositis bellis, triumphalem et bis consulem noti laboris participem sumi.

Tiberius, having obtained a reputation for moderation because he had put a check on the growing number of accusers, sent a letter to the senate in which he sought the tribunician power for Drusus. This was the phrase that Augustus had come up with for supreme power, to avoid taking the name of king or dictator while having some title that gave him pre-eminence over other forms of command. Then he chose Marcus Agrippa as his colleague in that power, and when Agrippa died, Tiberius (when he was called ‘Nero’), so that there would be no doubt about his successor. He thought that by this move, the twisted hopes of others could be thwarted: he trusted simultaneously in Nero’s modesty and his own greatness. It was by this example that Tiberius moved Drusus to the supreme position, though when Germanicus was alive he had shown no preference between the two of them. But at the start of the letter he prayed to the gods to make his decisions turn out well for the commonwealth, and he added a few moderate words on the young man’s character, without any false exaggeration in his favour. He noted that he had a wife and three children, and was of the same age as he himself had been when called to take up this duty by the divine Augustus. And it was not with undue haste, but with eight years of experience – putting down riots, settling wars – having won a triumph and been consul twice, that he was now being engaged to share in a labour that he already knew well.

Both of those translations are mine so feel free to link to them (and to the original post) if you use them!

#tagamemnon #classicfloralfandom #μαντεία #Classics #Roman history #Tiberius Caesar #Julio-Claudian dynasty #Tacitus #historiography #ὑπομνήματα #love of my life

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id REALLY FRIGGIN LIKE if I stopped feelin like my much needed teeth are slipping and shifting and caving in and feelin sorta sticky, thinkin my bites changin, chompers are dissolving. it’s so intense I just can’t stop pushin (i gotta thinkin thats the only way to save it, push em back into the gums) and tryna feel for the changes but everybody else always says they’re fine as can be. course it’s so intense that I’m always thinkin “what do they know? they don’t pay attention to my mouth like I do!” if they could stop doing that and makin me freak out a whole lot till usually after sleepin that’d be great. its real shit tryna decide if ya cant trust yaself and what ya feelin and seeing with ya eyes and body, or if ya dont trust everybody else cause they dunno what theyre talkin bout they dont pay attention to ya mouth likeyoi do, theyve dealt with this happening so much that theyre annoyed and just say yes cause they think its all fake. its so realistic i go into a real panic and spend hours with my hands in my mouth usually tryna hide it from people and always thinkin it's the last time I'll ever have a nice-ish smile. used to take 100sve pics of my teeth and look in the mirror but they always looked awful and rotting therr too and I see em shifting and itd make it a hundred times worse. when it’s all ya can think about with alla ya noggin you can’t distract yaself or do nothin bout it and yikes don’t even gimme started on chewin up my meds so that I’ll pass out, always thinkin they’ll chip cause of it. oy vey. itd be real nice if somebody could tell me for sure if I’m fuckin my teeth up or fuckin up my head yikes. “it’s fine. they aren’t moving. don’t touch em” dunno how many times ya gals been told that but that don’t stop me from being in extreme frantic panic mode startin from one feelin slippy and then the whole mouth feels like it's collapsing all at once gosh it's scary. I remember when my teeth weren’t even a thing I thought about, then it started and I went to the dentist three times in two weeks and ever since I walk with my mouth first. heck even when I ain’t feeling em move I’m running my tongue round em tryna see changes. dunno if its the drugs causing the calcium to level down and loosen or im grindin and dunno or my psychosis has targetted a real awful feeling. I hate it so much id rather just keep thinkin hairs are on my mouth like I sometimes do steada beggin for my teeth to chill the fuck out. ya think id be dead set on em being in my head cause maybe the pics will look fine later or I sleep and my teeth are still there but I'm also thinkin what if im just feelin em slowly get worse and worse intenser than they are. sure know what im hopins the truth but dunno for sure. they say flossing is real important but my brains always sayin thatll be the last of em, or itll trigger the maybe halluinating again and thats the last thing i wanna do when itsa teeth are normal day ha. if this could just stop I would deal with the other head game stuff better, much as I hate sometimes thinkin peoplere breakin in but that's a story for another time. sometimes I wonder if I bring it on myself cause parta my brains probably thinkin it's gonna happen so it does but I don't know for sure. anyway rant over no more thinkin bout it time to watch Scooby dio and forget this happens gonna delete this soon I just got this in my head a lot of the time and it's the biggest nemesis making me bonkers in a panic. been happening too too long, go away please you over stayed your welcome

#too long didnt read deleted the rest of the tags; cant tell if my teeth shifting and moving sometimes is all in my head or very real #and it freaks me the fuck out when it happens

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50cyg · 8 years ago

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Taiyama Week 2017, Day 8: Freebie! Rant about whatever you like.

Anime Romance Tropes, DATri and Taiyama

So, we have all noticed by now that Digimon Adventure Tri is using a lot of popular Anime Tropes in its films. So, I thought it would be really fun to point out the popular Anime Romance Tropes which Taichi and Yamato have partaken in thus far, and in addition, make some predictions as to what Anime Romance Tropes we are likely to see these two partake in during the last two movies.

So far there have been two really major ones that just about every Japanese review of the films noticed, as well as most westerners.

The first is the classic "Ferris Wheel Date" and it's even been lampshaded in Saikai. That's why Mimi looked so excited and started taking pictures of them (Shipper on Deck Trope). Basically, a ferris wheel ride is supposed to give the couple privacy to talk about their feelings. In romantic shows, this may lead to a first kiss situation.

here is a link to the classic trope: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FerrisWheelDateMoment

The second one, which really caused a whole lot of buzz, is the Kabe-don in Ketsui. Kabe-don translates to wall slam (kabe-wall, don- the sound that hitting a wall makes). You’ve likely seen this happening in many Yaoi/shoujo mangas for a while, but it only really gained major popularity around 2014. It's considered a possessive gesture. During a Kabe-don, the bad-ass hero/ more dominant figure will slam his hand (or both hands) against the wall to block the heroine/ submissive figure and prevent her/him from moving away, effectively cornering her/him in place. Then he will lean in closer and the proximity between the two of them creates a sense of intimacy. It can be done flirtatiously, but more often it is done out of intense feelings or anger/frustration/jealousy on the hero's part and he will usually confront the heroine/submissive figure about the relationship between them in some form. There are two common outcomes to a kabe-don: either there can be a tender exchange in which the two will become an official couple/kiss/ anything on that line or the heroine/ submissive figure will slap the hero's arm and run away.

examples:

http://www.heartofmanga.com/kabe-don-common-shoujo-manga-tropes/

https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%E5%A3%81%E3%83%89%E3%83%B3

http://kotaku.com/manga-trope-appears-in-noodle-commercial-confuses-some-1600201827

and the wikipedia anime glossary defines it as such:

Kabe-don (壁ドン?)

In Japanese, kabe is wall, and don is the sound of slapping against a wall. Literally, kabe-don describes the act of fiercely slapping a wall. One meaning is slapping a wall as a protest which occurs in collective housing like a condominium when the next room makes noise.[24] Another meaning is when a man forces a woman against a wall with one hand or a man leans against a wall and makes a slapping sound, leaving the woman nowhere to go. This has become popular nowadays as a "clever move of confession"

In other words, Yamato and Taichi played that trope so straight, it was just about the straightest thing in Digimon so far. You will even notice that the camera play in that scene makes Yamato appear much taller compared to Taichi than he actually is. Usually, Yamato is only a couple of cm taller than Taichi, but during that scene, even though Yamato was leaning down, Taichi was looking up at him and the angling during that scene made him look like he was at least one head taller than Taichi. The camera work on the close up shots of their faces is meant to emphasize that Taichi is looking up at him by angling the shot of Taichi’s face upwards and angling Yamato’s shot downwards - probably to maintain the classically ideal height difference between male/female or seme/uke in Japan (the One Head Taller Trope).

I’d now like to take a moment to point out that this effectively makes Toei look like a Yamachi shipper, since they play Taichi out to be the uke during this scene and this amuses me to no end. However, I will also argue that they play Yamato out almost as if he wants to be the uke in the relationship, since he obviously wants Taichi to take charge of situations and is also very quick to obey orders from him in Tri, like when he immediately goes to check on the Digimon when Taichi asks him to. So, in short, I think Tri could very well be playing their relationship out to be exactly what many of us headcanon it to be, a relationship where neither is truly dominant

So, the Kabe-don and the Ferris-Wheel Date are the two most recognizable Anime Romance Tropes these two play out, (they are the biggest and most recognizable anime romance tropes of recent years) but there have also been others, that are slightly less obvious and played slightly less straight but still present.

The first is Yamato's Tsundere behavior, which the Wikipedia glossary defines as:

Tsundere (ツンデレ?)

A character personality which is usually stern, cold or hostile to the person they like, while occasionally letting slip the warm and loving feelings hidden inside due to being shy, nervous, insecure or simply unable to help acting badly in front of the person they like. It is an portmanteau of the Japanese terms tsuntsun (ツンツン?), meaning to be stern or hostile, and deredere (デレデレ?), meaning to be "lovey dovey".[7]

It's lightly implied that Yamato is a Tsundere in Boku ni Totte with the line “Even if my method is wrong, I’m still concerned about you - I just can’t help it” and in Loss, during his conversation with Agumon when he tells him he acts the way he does because he expects too much of Taichi. In other words, his violent behaviour stems from warm, caring feelings that he simply isn't good with expressing which is very tsundere. Then you also have the fact that he is called out by Mimi for being a Tsundere twice, that’s basically the writers slapping us across the face. Sometimes, actually pretty often, his tsundere-ness even plays straight around Taichi: Yamato gets angry, starts fights, storms out with rage, calls Taichi bastard out of frustration (in Saiaki, during the harmonica scene, Yamato says "Taichi no Yatsu" which can I think be translated to either "Taichi, that guy" or "Taichi, that bastard". Yatsu is a slightly/not slightly rude - sometimes vulgar - way to say guy and can also mean bastard) and looks grumpy when Koushiro shows agumon pictures of Taichi. But then, he smiles at Taichi every time Taichi isn't looking (Honorable mention to the Longing Look Trope we likely got during the airport scene) and sometimes when Taichi is looking and they want to make up, gives him a ride on the Vespa (twice?) and the crown jewel: his mad blush during Confessions when he was clearly upset, but wanted to support Taichi. Of course, Taichi isn't the only one Yamato displays Tsundere behaviour towards, for example, he was stern with reprimanding Meiko, but it was because he was worried for her. He is also like that with Gabumon and Takeru to a degree, like when he tells Gabumon to shut up (which is a slightly violent way to phrase yourself). However, this sort of behavior definitely takes a few levels up when Taichi is involved.

Speaking of Yamato giving Taichi rides on his Vespa, there is also the trope where you give your lover a ride on your bicycle (I don’t think it has an official name), except in this case the bicycle is a Vespa 😝

Finally, we have my personal favourite, the classic “Person A is potentially severely injured due to sudden danger (in this case falling debris) and Person B calls out their name with great amounts of concern” Trope (I do not know if this Trope has a name). I love that scene in Confession, I can't believe I forgot to include it in my favourite moments post.

So those are the Tropes we’ve gotten so far, let me know if I missed any 😊

Now moving on to the Anime Romance Tropes we might see, or that I’d like to see, in future instalments (most of these I don’t think have official names).

“Getting locked in a closed space together” Trope - although the ferris wheel kinda covers this one already I could see us getting it again. For example, if Taichi and Yamato get trapped somewhere due to events (like in a building surrounded by enemies, or a ton of debris falls and blocks their path, etc).

“Characters aren't entirely sure if they are in a relationship or not and it takes some kind of catalyst for them both to acknowledge it” Trope – this may very well be exactly what is playing out in Tri right now

“Person A gets injured saving Person B” Trope - I want to see this one play out so badly and I'm honestly not sure which character I'd rather see get injured and I could see them doing either or. On the one hand if Taichi gets injured we could have an homage to episode 51 where Yamato cradles him in his arms 😃 on the other hand it could be Yamato getting injured that gets Taichi to get 100% proactive again.

“Person A is injured and Person B has to patch them up” Trope – I don’t personally want to see this one play out between Taichi and Yamato (because I’d much rather see it play out between Jyou and Taichi) but if Yamato and Taichi get separated from the rest of the group and one of them gets injured it could happen

Headbutt of Love - I love the idea of seeing these two press their foreheads together as a sign of affection, maybe this could happen after they’ve defeated the enemy and they are just sitting next to each other all relieved and then suddenly they lean in close to each other and press their foreheads together all the while smiling cause they know the battle is over and they succeeded by working together ^^

Hand Holding Trope – we better see this trope again or I will be very sour

The Power of Love Trope – I want to see this play out so badly, I want to see a confession trigger their new evolutions

No Romantic Resolution Trope – this is the trope I think we are most likely to get in the final movie between these two

What Tropes do you guys want to see these two partake in next?

I also want to point out I think these two could fit the Battle Couple Trope, but I’m still debating it http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BattleCouple

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Just Us, No One Else || MONTYA

Who: Vitya Cristo & Monty Prescott @montyprescottjoy

When: July 20th, 2020

Where: Vitya’s Dormroom

What: With the relationship still in it’s infancy, a road bump has been hit. Vitya’s honesty and brazen approach to his sexual history strikes a nerve with Monty. The two argue, Monty revealing more of his emotion than Vitya thought he’d see.

Triggers: Talk of underage sex, talk of prostitution,

MONTY

Monty had been in a weird mood since Vitya had made the post online about the gangbang. Yeah Vitya had agreed not to work, and not only because Monty asked him to but because he'd said it made him uncomfortable now, but he still seemed perfectly fine bringing up things he'd done with clients in the past and that bothered Monty more than he liked to admit so here he was pacing the kitchen just out of sight of Vitya and he bit his thumbnails, drinking a beer, eyes flicking back and forth from the floor ahead of him to the back of Vitya's head. Eventually he couldn't stand it anymore. The jealousy over took him and he stomped out to stand in front of the TV where Vitya was playing a video game. "What else did ya do? What other fucked up shit are ya hidin'?" Monty blurted out, biting his own lip as he realised that didn't sound the way he was trying to ask it. He was just so jealous of all the men who'd been with Vitya before even if it didn't make sense. But it hurt, knowing that what ever they did together wouldn't be special to Vitya because he's probably done it to so many men before. Monty resumed pacing, this time in front of where Vitya was sitting rather than in the kitchen.

VITYA

Vitya could feel the holes being burned into the back of his head. The tension was thick. This wasn't a carry-over from their previous fight, when they decided that this was worth trying out. this was their first fight together. Vitya knew his history was going to be a problem, but he didn't know it would be this soon. He hoped that this would be dropped, left to simmer and be forgotten, but that was not the type of person Monty was. Lucky for him, Vitya was not playing a serious game that required his attention, putting the controller aside when Monty stepped in front of the television. "First off, I'm not hiding anything, you never asked. Second, you knew exactly what I did; I fucked for money. The details of it really shouldn't matter, especially now that I've stopped- for you, in case you need reminding." Vitya said, each word bitten at the end. He crossed his arms, motioning Monty on. "Go on, ask away. It would probably go faster if you just asked what you wanted to know, instead of me regaling you with my full sexual history.”

MONTY

Monty felt increasingly uncomfortable watching and waiting, like he could explode any minuet from this pent up whatever it was. "I know exactly what it was! Ya think I don't 'cause I do! I remember that I was ya fuckin' client, literally, I remember I paid ya for it an' that's exactly the fuckin' problem al'ight! I feel fuckin' disgustin' that I did that! That I did it to you! Treated ya like ya were just a piece of ass, 'cause ya ain't just a piece of ass!" Monty shouted. Feeling pain in his chest. Fighting was an easy defence for him, especially when something cut close. It was always easier to say things in anger than in quiet honesty.

VITYA

Vitya rolled his eyes, looking out the nearby window a moment before turning to Monty. "If I was just a piece of ass, I'd fuck for free. I made people pay, Monty. I chose to sell myself, I chose to go that way. And I chose to stop because you see me that way. You are not the first person to try and buy my affection- And don't go pouting over that! If anything I'm the asshole for, literally, not giving a shit about anyone that payed me after they payed." He stopped, standing from the couch and stopping a few feet from Monty. "I know I was used. I was using them, too. I am also not ashamed about the fact I've done what I've done. So when someone asks me questions about it, I am going to answer.”

MONTY

"What about me!" He snapped, "What about how ya talkin' 'bout this shit makes me feel! I don't wanna hear it! I don't wanna hear all the shit ya've done with them so that when we do it I can't get the image of those creepy closeted assholes out of ma head!" Monty crossed his arms in front of his chest defensively. Sharing his feelings wasn't easy or something he was used to at all and it made him feel vulnerable. Wrapping his arms around himself was the only way he could feel any kind of armour.

VITYA

Vitya licked his lips and softened himself. He breathed out slowly. "Oh..." he said, unsure of what to do with this reaction. He reached for Monty, touching his shoulder to get Monty to look at him. "I didn't think-" He stopped himself, a sick feeling curling in his gut. He looked anywhere for inspiration how to move forward, but the truth was, he had no idea how to make Monty feel better in that moment. He retracted his hand, giving Monty space. "Look, I... I'm not proud of what I did. But I'm not ashamed, either. And what confuses me is that you think so highly of me, like..." He shrugged his shoulders. "I get not wanting to hear it, a lot of people probably don't, but the fact it upsets you?... I don't know what to do with that."

MONTY

"I'm not upset!" Monty growled, his body reacting as though he'd been burned when Vitya touched him, feeling relief when Vitya let go, though his face told a different story than his voice. Mont knew it was Vitya's choice to do those things, and he certainly wasn't the kind of person to be embarrassed by sex so all of these feelings were so foreign to him and that made it all worse. "I know it's just parta who ya are, it's somethin' ya did that didn't mean anythin' but I'm just gonna always be wonderin' if their's more. constantly waitin' for the next time someone's gonna ask nosey shit an' I'll have ta hear about some other thing ya did an' waitin' for tha' other shoe ta drop realisin' what we got wasn't worth givin' up that money for!" Monty couldn't meet Vitya's eyes and kept his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

VITYA

Vitya snapped his head to Monty, eyes aflame with anger. It was an anger not directed at him, but more that this was even possible. Suddenly, all at once, he wanted to grab Monty and shake this mentality out of him. "If you weren't worth quitting my work, then I wouldn't have quit!" he said, motioning his hands out as if it was obvious. "Look, if you don't want me to say it, then I'll stop, but what I won't do is lie. I don't fucking lie."

MONTY

The jealousy and insecurity were messing with Monty's mind. This is what had lead to the disaster of a relationship with Schuyler and he didn't want that ever again. That 'relationship' had been a good fuck and a game but with Vitya it felt honest and real and natural and he couldn't lose this. "I don't want ya ta lie, I hate lies, I'd rather ya beat the shit outta me than lie!" He panted, all the emotions were making his chest tight and hard to breathe. "Either say none of it or say all of it! I can't be hanging on waitin' for somethin' else ta come outta ya mouth when I think I've heard it all!" His eyes darting between Vitya's spread arms, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in them but his courage was failing him.

VITYA

"What's the point of telling you? I don't know what you know- I'm surprised you didn't know about the gangbang." Vitya explained, running his fingers through his hair, then walking to his fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He hated yelling, so raising his voice like this tired him out. "I've done glory holes twice, gangbang once, I've done public sex maybe five times. Six threeways, two of them back in Russia, and most everything else was here, in America, one on one, to survive." Vitya opened his water bottle, drinking half of it. "And you-" he pointed, accusatory, at Monty. "-are the best I have ever had. You make me wanted, not just bought."

MONTY

"I don't know shit! 'cause everytime ya ever mentioned it I'd look away 'cause I can't stand the thought of other people touchin' ya 'cause it fuckin' broke my heart even though I had no reason. I wanted- still want- ta be the only one touchin' ya! Ya make me feel so fuckin' much an' can't fucking stand the idea of losin' ya!" Monty had no idea where the bravery to say all of this was coming from, and even though the words were exposing his every weakness he felt strong being able to say all of this out loud. Monty noticed the change in Vitya's voice, he could see the tiredness and he sighed, he couldn't stand Vitya being anything less than happy. It was like all the fight drained out of Mont, the desire to comfort and protect Vtiya was overriding all of his natural instincts to pull away and fight and protect himself. All of that selfishness was dissolving in an instant. He gently pushed away the hand that was pointing the bottle at him and put an arm about Vitya's waist, and dropping an affectionate kiss on his shoulder.

VITYA

"Broke your..." Vitya had to repeat that to himself. Those little butterflies began to flutter, his chest aching as the sad, desperate sounds coming from Monty shook him. He was not used to this. This gentleness was new to Vitya, let alone it coming from Monty. So many strange things, things that felt good, but scared the shit out of him. He didn't know what to do next. He let Monty hold him, kiss his shoulder. That only made him sigh in woeful desperation. "If I knew you'd come along, I wouldn't have done half of the things I did. But there is no going back, no fixing anything." Vitya turned around so he was facing the other man, taking Monty's hands and placing them on his hips. "Just... You're the only person touching me now. That's what matters to me. Everyone before you, I couldn't give a rats ass, but you're different."

MONTY

"Fuck..." Monty groaned out, though it was more of a whine really, even though he'd never admit that. It was too late to go back now. "Yeah- yes my heart, I ain't never given a shit like this before, it was just fun at first, best fuck I've had but just fun right but then I'd get this tightenin' in ma chest every time an' the way ma stomach fuckin' twists when ya look at me, feel like I'm gonna drown in the best fuckin' way." He explained softly. Christ he was going soft and the worst-best thing was he couldn't bring himself to care, in fact, it felt amazing. "There's nothin' ta fix, ya ain't broke man. We all did shit ta survive, stuff we prolly wouldn'ta chosen if life went different but that's the hand we was dealt so we done what we had to." Monty sighed sadly. The way Vitya directed his hands made Monty shiver and he gripped on tightly to Vitya's hips, like he'd float away otherwise. "Never gonna fuckin' let go," He whispered, leaning up and brushing their lips together in a rare gentle kiss. "Give more than a rats ass I tell ya that." He chuckled.

VITYA

Vitya shook his head, unsure of what to do, yet again, with what Monty was saying to him. This sensitive nature, this soft side, was not what Vitya had seen in him when they first met. While Monty was still rough around the edges, the same rugged exterior, this tenderness was something Vitya never anticipated. But what shocked him more was how much he wasn't bothered by it. In fact, he felt inadequate, with his inability to respond to Monty. He opted to keep quiet, let Monty have him. He let Monty touch, kiss, hold him. It made his fingers tingle, his heart race, like he was flying. He kissed Monty back, pulling away and looking at the floor, a choked laugh coming out. "I don't know what you see that makes you so protective of me, but whatever it is... I'll try to keep doing that. And I'll try to stop bragging about my work. For you."

MONTY

“What you an’ me have in common we don’t lie an’ done lyin’ by omission an’ not gettin’ what I want cause I can’t say it.” He rubbed one hand over his face, showing the stress he felt as he tried to use his words and explain how he felt which was still so foreign and almost painful but every time he finally got it out, once Vitya knew, he always felt better and he hadn’t scared him off yet. “We fuckin’ avoided this shit for months an’ I’m done avoiding cause I want ya, I don’t want ya fuckin other people or touchin other people I want ya ta be mine” Monty growled possessively, gripping Vitya’s hips hard pressing them close, leaning down and kissing at his collarbone, sucking and biting and then laving over with his tongue. “Ya fuckin perfect man” Monty whispered into the spot on Vitya’s neck that he was still working into a mark that would last at least a day.

VITYA

He sighed and smiled, sliding his hands up Monty's arms to his shoulders, closing his eyes and letting Monty ravage his collar and neck. He saw stars in his eyes, and the anger from minutes before faded away. Monty truly wanted him, even knowing all of his dirty laundry, even knowing his sexual history. All the men in the world could have fucked him, and Monty still wanted him. All to himself. For now, Vitya was more than willing to be owned, for someone to call them theirs. He knew Monty was marking him, making Vitya bite his lip and smirk. "I'm all yours," he whispered back. Softly, gently, barely able to be heard.

#para; monty #//forgot to post this lol! it's a bit old but still relevant

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justagoddamnbranch · 7 years ago

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The Reunion III

Max sat on the floor next to the bed, while Vardaman finally got the last of their clothes put away in the chest of drawers and Stone laid on the bed. Max sniffed again, and wrinkled his nose up.

“I wouldn’t lay down on that mattress too hard, Stone.”

“And why not?” Stone huffed, he really didn’t want to be here and he especially didn’t want Max telling him it wasn’t ok to relax, “It’s not like there’s a dead body underneath it right?”

“No, no dead people.” He looked up at Stone, who was scowling, “They’ve fucked on this. I can smell it.”

“God bless, Max. Every single bed we try’n sleep on ya sniff it ‘n go ‘can’t ‘s been fucked on’. Sorry to tell ya this, but hotel beds see plenty more action than this one probably does.”

“True,” Vardaman shut the drawer and stood up, his feathers being slightly ruffled by the ceiling and making him look surprised, “but I’ve done some research on these two.”

“Oh yeah? Gimme the dirt.” Stone laid on his stomach and kicked up his heels, like a 50s teenager on the phone.

“Y’know that sharky one?”

“Mhmm?”

“Well he’s a porn star.” Vardaman leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.

Stone slammed his hands on the bed in surprise “Get. Out. Really?”

“Yep. Not like a famous one but pretty damn good in the amateur circle. I hear he gets paid for it.”

“Woah.” Max blinked, “I wouldn’ta expected that outta such a, uh, god I wanna say prissy but that doesn’t seem right.”

“No he’s a bit prissy.” Stone nodded.

“Ok, well then I wouldn’ta expected that outta such a prissy boy. Tellin’ us not to cuss ‘n such.”

Vardaman nodded, “Ya think that’s why he was so excited t’ get us out here?”

“Oh what, ya think after 25 years ‘Eddy’ got us t’ come over t’ film a porno? And that we should bring Rumble too?” Stone waved it off, “Unless he’s changed a lot I don’t think he’d be that big of a creep.”

“Naw I don’t think Ed’s parta it. I think it’s all this Chomper fella.”

“Makes sense, especially from what Rumble said before ‘bout how upset he got when he found out.” Max shrugged, “Could be revenge porn.”

“I thought revenge porn was when ya posted nudes or whatever on the interwebs?” Stone squinted, “Or at least that’s what the news was sayin’.”

“I think it’s possible that ya can film yerself cheatin’ and post it. That seems pretty vengeful to me.” Vardaman looked away for a moment, “What do we do if he asks?”

“I say we make the move first.” Stone leaned his head against his fist, “That way if he says no then we know fer sure, and if he says yes then, hey, we get a good fuck.”

“I dunno if we should let that sorta thing happen.” Max grumbled, “And I definitely don’t think we should start it.”

“I agree.” Vardaman turned his gaze back to them, “I think that, unless Ed knows about it, we shouldn’t do it. Take the high road.”

“Screw the high road. Ed didn’t give us the high road, all he did was leave us high ‘n dry,” Stone spat, “I’ll see what sharky wants.”

“And be labelled a creep? In front of our daughter too? Hold yer horses, Stone. I know yer made but ya need to cool it. Take a nap or a shower or somethin’.” Max warned.

“Fine, I’ll take a shower. I wanted to anyways.” Stone got up and straightened his shirt, “Don’t have any fun without me.”

“Promise.” Vardaman said, stepping to the side to let Stone out.

Max waited until stone was out until he spoke next, “Ya gonna check to make sure he ain’t doin’ anything stupid?”

“Way ahead a’ ya.” Vardaman turned and walked out the door.

Max looked at the bed, and then the door. He let out a little whine, he didn’t like being left alone. He sat up and quickly followed Vardaman.

#the reunion #vardaman #stone #max #queue me up #sfw

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thepaperpanda · 8 years ago

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The chronicles of the winter || Part IX

Part II || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII || Parta VIII continuation of imagine

Summary: Steve’s mission went wrong… Very wrong.

Word Count: 2194

Warnings: Blood, injuries

Author: Beast

Since their common evening, Emily hasn’t spoken with Bucky at all.

He saw her few times. They passed each other like a ghosts at the corridors of the complex. Everytime when Bucky wanted to ask the woman, what exactly has changed between two of them that they couldn’t even talk for a while, Emily was simply passing him by, don’t even looking at him.

He easily could feel that everything has changed.

Deep inside he knew he shouldn’t have been doing that. He shouldn’t let her seduce him, it just couldn’t end well.

Bucky’s contact with Steve also has been restricted.

Their supervisors seemed to do everything to separate men from each other.

Bucky could also feel kind of a distance, which has built up between him and Steve.

Another week has passed and Bucky confirmed himself in a premonition that something was wrong.

While he was looking for Steve, he heard a conversation between two of the guards in canteen.

“… with her” one of them said simply, drinking coffee.

“I would give everything to be at his place at the moment” second man chuckled. “She’s pretty hot.” “Of course she’s” guard who was drinking the coffee stretched his back. “Rogers is a fucking lucky dude, isn’t he?”

“Don’t ya remember? He’s not Rogers anymore. They said he’s called Captain Hydra now” older guy shrugged.

Bucky frowned, listening to this little conversation. He realized that Steve has to be outside the complex. And… Was he with Emily? Have they had a mission? But Steve would tell him… Why he didn’t?

Bucky, however, felt a cold shrink in his heart.

EMILY. She also went away without farewell. Without single word. Why both of them were treating him like that?

He couldn’t find an answer.

One day, Bucky has been taken to the small room at one of the lowest levels of the complex.

There was three man awaiting at him. Two doctors and no one else but Aiden Black himself.

“Good morning, soldier” man in a suit smirked viciously.

Bucky didn’t say a word, he simply took a seat in front of the man.

“Why are you so silent, soldier?” Black pretended a concern.

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky simply asked.

Black raised his mouth corners in a haughty grin.

“He left. He has more important things to do instead sitting here with you” man said.

Bucky snapped his head to face Aiden Black again.

“Liar” Barnes gasped loudly. “Steve’s my friend. He wouldn’t…”

Black smirked again.

“Funny” Black mused with a sick smile, getting dangerously close to Bucky’s face, “wasn’t that exactly the same thing that you said the first time when Hydra found you?” he laughed harshly. “Face it, Barnes. Steve Rogers’ dead. Now he’s the Captain Hydra and he’s working for us and only for us” man in suit got up from his seat and walked slowly around the room. “Nothing can bring him back” Black finally stopped behind Bucky’s back and he put his large hands and Winter Soldier’s shoulders. Black also leaned down and whispered directly into Bucky’s ear. “And as I suppose he’s having a lot of fun with your Em.”

The last statement was like a sharp blade of a knife stabbed into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky responded with spitting in Black’s smirking face.

Of course, as always when he wasn’t behaving like they would wanted, he was greeted with violence, but that didn’t matter.

“Now, get some rest, soldier” Aiden growled slowly, wiping flecks of Bucky’ blood of off his hands. “We have work to do.”

When Black left the room, Bucky yelled aloud, hitting the table in front of him with his metal fist.

Evening had long since fallen, the chill of night picking at the edges of his meager jacket as he silently made his way through the quieting city. Captain Hydra was walking, passing closed shops and tracing streets he didn’t know.

He had a mission to do and he didn’t want to let his supervisors down. Steve had to kill a director of some organization named Robrax. It was kind of a pharmaceutical industry enterprise. Hydra was willing to do anything, just to overtake some researches results. Steve only knew they have wanted to make a new biological weapon.

He knew he should be careful, because, following the information he got, it seemed that other organization has wanted him for their own businesses.

Being in a deep thoughtfulness, he easily got at the terrain of the restricted area.

The building was oh so large. White walls and glazed doors were giving that real estate more dignity then he thought in a first moment. With a knife in his hand, he quietly slipped into a large building. He sneaked unheeded next to the guard’s place and he headed directly into the office number 10, located at the second floor.

Taking a staircase, he reached the floor and when he checked that no body’s there, he slowly stepped at the corridor. He went along it until he found a door with a gold numbers on them. Steve opened them and walked inside. Immediately he noticed the man he was looking for.

Dressed in a black suit, guy was sitting in the leather chair, making some notes. Fortunately for Steve, man was facing him with his back.

Captain Hydra walked over to his target and as quickly as he could, he put his palm at man’s mouth to cut over his throat in the next second. It didn’t take long for man to bleed out.

Steve, as soon as he made sure man’s dead, he left the room, putting his knife back into his pocket. He also easily managed to leave the building.

It was first time when he killed someone because of an order. Deep inside the last degraded ounce of his morality was trying to convince him that he was making a huge mistake. But he pushed those thoughts away.

He walked slowly along the street, heading to his apartment, which Hydra has rented for him. The barking of a dog jarred him from his thoughts, body suddenly tense and eyes, hard as steel and just as cold, scanning his surroundings for any threat as he stopped in his tracks. His knife was produced from his pocket, not as large but just as deadly in his capable hands.

Another noise caught his attention. Footsteps, ten feet behind to the right. His mind was just methodical and calculating. Fingers tightened around the handle of the combat knife, although he showed no outward signs of realizing he was being approached; to any passersby it merely looked as if he was staring off into the jeweled skyline. The darkness would either be a great hindrance or a welcome advantage, but only time would tell..

Click. The sound of the safety switching off of a pistol was all the prompting Steve needed. Moving with a speed unexpected in his depleted state he spun around. A great blaze of light and concussive sound filled the street, the weapon discharging as Steve plunged his knife deep into the chest of his would-be assailant. In that quarter second of movement he had searched, located and struck, the metal blade deftly gliding between ribs and into a lung. The air filled with the sharp scent of copper and iron as blood poured from the wound.

Steve quickly realized it was one of the guards from Robrax.

The haphazard discharge of the weapon had blasted a round into the sidewalk, the sound of it no doubt alerting every person within a two block radius. I need to escape.

The man collapsing into a pool of his own blood, not dead but not quite alive.

If there was one there had to be more, he thought, and they had to be coming for him. He made it two steps before he heard the crack of a sniper rifle, echoing off some far-off building. The next few seconds blurred together, but he remembered being knocked off his feet, air forced from his lungs as he hit the brick wall of the building next to him, knife clamoring from his hand. Heat blossomed on his back, a burst of wet crimson that trickled down his spine as a bullet planted itself squarely into his right shoulder blade. The choking cry of surprise that escaped him startled him.

The pain hadn’t hit him yet, but his body felt like ice. His legs were sluggish underneath him as he struggled to his feet, bolting into an alleyway as he heard another bullet slam into the wall behind him. It’d been a low shot, as if for his leg. They want me alive. The thought filled him with a sick dread as he realized that they wanted to put him back on his leash, or worse, put him down so he couldn’t spill their secrets, although he had no secrets to tell. At least, not as he was now.

Shouts of men filled the street. “Down the alleyway!” and “He’s getting away!” among other things he couldn’t catch. The pain was starting to filter into his awareness, starting as an acidic heat that slowly built in on itself. His heart was pounding, lungs heaving, as he tried to lose the guard’s team in the maze of back alley streets. He needed to get to the apartment.

As he rounded a corner, two guardians spotted him, shouting loudly to others. A swear hissed under his breath, narrowly avoiding another bullet aimed for his legs. His reflexes were slowing, he could feel it, his strength draining from the wound the harder he pushed himself. A pistol was produced from his pocket, only two rounds fired with the same deadly precision he had used to change history numerous times. The first man dropped in a heap, not even getting the luxury to realize he had been hit. The other’s ribs popped wetly as the bullet tore open his side, letting out a ghastly cry as he tumbled to the ground and didn’t get back to his feet.

Without a moment’s hesitation the Steve was gone, vanishing into the darkness like the ghost he was before more of the guard’s team could arrive. Rain earlier in the day had slickened the streets, helping to hide his trail of blood as he snaked his way through the sleeping city. He had no idea how long he was running and barely had any recollection of where he was going, his body operating almost entirely on instinct by the time he reached that familiar building. His running had slowed to a staggering shamble, forcing his legs, which he lost feeling in about three minutes ago, to climb up the flight of stairs.

His breathing came with difficulty, his limbs heavy and blood like ice. The worn clothing he had been wearing was soaked through with his own blood, which still bubbled from the sniper’s bullet.

The door to the second floor apartment seemed like a nearly insurmountable obstacle. His glassed-over eyes darted from the knob to the floor, then to a small, out-of-place planter of tiny flowers. Barely a murmur of thought crossed his mind as he nudged it with his foot, exposing a key. He was too exhausted and in too much pain to question just why he believed there would have been a key there. The key was retrieved, clumsily inserted into the lock, and the door opened without protest; he could have kicked it open or picked the lock like last time, but he didn’t have the time or strength to attempt it.

With a soft clink of metal the key fell from his trembling fingers to the floor, shakily standing at the threshold taking great, heaving breaths. His vision was growing blurry and his hearing muffled, but after a moment of hesitation he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, the click of the lock oddly comforting. Movement in front of him, down the narrow hall, and he knew he wasn’t alone. The pistol was still clutched in his left hand. He tried to take another step but his body had had enough; the pistol dropped to the floor, abandoned, as he tried to steady himself by pressing that palm to the wall.

Something was spoken to him but he didn’t catch it, gaze lifting to where he’d seen the movement earlier. Someone was standing a few yards away now. He didn’t need to hear to know who it was. Breath was inhaled sharply, words attempted but failed.

Emily Vandom.

His whole body was shaking; it felt like the world was collapsing in on itself all around him. Underneath all the pain was a faint, lingering disappointment. Pain washed his thoughts away, a low whimper in his throat betraying the fact he was injured. He was going to go down, he felt it, and not a moment later did his right leg buckle, his whole body collapsing with it. He fell into something warm and yielding, not hard floor like he expected, but he had no time to ponder it as the darkness closed in on him.

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