#many thoughts exist at once in the crab mind

[crabonfiber]

okay just watched the sprint and my main take away is that this was oscars revenge for hungary in a way asdhjjkl

he was told to get lando in drs and dropped back to exactly 0.9 before going back to 1 second

he did the fastest lap like three times over

and then he didn't give up the place until it was absolutely necessary

like he could have easily won that but the team strat was clearly discussed before the race and I do understand the team pov in that they really want this championship both constructors and drivers so that's why things are the way they are rn

oscar probably understands that too, and his time is coming

[nymph-yoongi]

affection w/namjoon

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Namjoon is not the most affectionate person, often preferring to just exist in each other’s company

That being said, he does like it when you cling to him; you bring out his soft side

If you’re shorter than him, he’ll rest his chin on the top of your head

Although he’s not very into PDA, he does like to be able to either see you or touch you, happy to even just observe you while you do something 

The way he shows his love for you most often is by making time for you and showing you that you’re a priority to him 

Spare time is very rare and precious, so he makes sure to make time for you, even if it’s not easy

He enjoys taking care of you and feeling like you can depend on him to provide, but it also warms his heart when you do anything to provide for him as well (cooking for him, buying him gifts, etc.)

When he’s working, he tends to fixate on what he’s doing and forget to eat; when you bring him food or water or send him reminders to take care of himself, he feels grateful to have you in his life

He’s not afraid to admit his flaws, but it does bring him a special kind of peace when the two of you just lay in bed and talk about your own flaws with each other; to know he can be imperfect and still be loved is a healing thing to know 

Likes having intellectual discussions with you about philosophy, cosmology, and just anything that lets him see more into the inner workings of your mind 

He loves when you match his energy, whether he’s being goofy and dancing around like a maniac, or if he’s in a more spiritual and thoughtful mood; it makes him feel like you understand him in a way few others do

Likes coming up with places to go with you and events/activities you can experience together

Prefers shared experiences to buying you physical gifts

Has a hard time being very cutesy, he almost always gets shy and covers his face, especially if he does aegyo 

Despite his shyness, he enjoys it when you compliment him; especially if you call him handsome and/or smart

He used to be insecure about his nose, so he still gets a little shy if you kiss him on the nose

Has a tendency to wrap himself around you when you’re sleeping together 

Can’t and won’t stop taking pictures of you

Even though he can’t post them, his gallery on his phone is mostly photos of you, whether you’re at a museum, in nature somewhere, or just looking cute while asleep

He loves doing little photoshoots of you and showing you off to the people that know about you

Since he takes so many photos of you, it makes him happy when you take nice pictures of him too

It makes him happy knowing that you feel the same urge to show him off, that he feels about you

It’s pretty common for you to either be on an adventure together or just staying inside with good books

He leaves you little notations in the books he’s already read because you once said it makes you feel like he’s reading it with you

Takes pictures of the scenery around him whenever you’re apart; plants, pretty rocks, crab, you name it, he’s sent you a picture of it 

“I didn’t want to bother the bugs under this rock but look how pretty it is!”

If he ever has to travel without you, he sends you the prettiest postcards he can find with the cheesiest messages on them 

“It’s raining here today; even the sky is sad you’re not with me”

Draws little Koyas on his letters and postcards to you

If he knows he’ll be gone from you for a long time, he’ll leave letters for you to read when you miss him 

Writes short poems for you when he’s feeling sentimental and will leave them on sticky notes and index cards for you to find

Writes snippets of songs about different mythos of soulmates when he thinks about you 

Tells you about the myth of humans being created; how we were all made with four arms, four legs, and two heads, then cursed to spend our lives wandering in search of our other half 

“Despite the distance, I feel at peace knowing that I’ve found my other half; I don’t feel the need to search for anything anymore. I found what I need”

[the-simple-creature]

My last "X eyes" theory, the big one.

I have made many theories (probably definitely too many) as to who/what this guy is and I suspect (know) it's getting annoying so I am just going to put every theory right here, including a couple new ones!

The format for each theory goes as such:

Theory

Small paragraph explaining it.

Each piece

of evedence

For it

-<(Break)

Each piece

of evedence

against it

Theory 1: This is CYN/The AS

Simple, it's CYN, the one that far too many people are saying is true. To clarify, this theory says it's JUST CYN, not the true form of the AS or anything like that, just good ol' mansion CYN.

It kinda looks like her.

CYN isn't in the poster

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This character is being hidden and HEAVILY foreshadowed, we've already seen CYN

The hair is too small

CYN has never made those eyes

The drawings mostly come from Nori, whom had some form of precognition or just saw CYN's plan, which implies that this has not happened yet

Theory 2: This is an eldritch character.

This is probably my second least favorite one but it does have far more evidence supporting it.

V is "killed", which would supposedly give us Eldritch V

Hasn't happened yet

We don't know what all Eldritch characters look like, they might not all be jawless-holo-spooky-snake-crabs.

V isn't in the poster

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Sentinels are (allegedly) designed to fight and kill DD's, which would include the eldritch form

Uzi says that if Alice killed V that she would get quote "a freaky worm", which implies that they ARE all jawless-holo-spooky-snake-crabs

Again, the hair

Again, the eyes

Theory 3: It's a new form of CYN/The AS

The second most likely one... with about two real problems.

Hair would fit

Eyes would fit

Technically hasn't happened yet

We have no idea what it could be

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We have no idea what it could be

We better have a damn good reason as to why it's not possessed Uzi /hj

Lame as hell /j

Theory 4: It's possessed Uzi

The most likely one, probably the correct one. I don't actually mind this one, this one feels like the realistic pick. I found a lot more evidence against this than I thought I would but it wouldn't bother me if this was the correct one.

Hair is an almost exact match (see here)

Uzi is being possessed as we speak

Hasn't happened yet

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CYN didn't get the X eyes when possessed, why would Uzi?

That's not what her hair normally looks like

She's already in the poster

The repeated use of the X eyes would suggest that they are a constant, Uzi (very briefly) flickered them once

Uzi's hair is A: longer and B: purple

The teeth

Theory 5: It's something completely new

My personal favorite one, mainly because I'm a simp for the SD-S theory.

Hasn't happened yet AND would explain why the picture on the left exists, that drone may have seen this character personally in cabin fever labs, thus explaining why a "normal" drone could draw it

Would provide more lore on Nori

The hair being similar to Uzi's could just be Nori's design/Nori made the hair for this character

Would kinda explain the 6-7 month wait

Could be a "experiment gone horribly wrong" type character, explaining the eyes

Could explain why and how the sentinels exist

Foreshadowing would HIT

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I'm honestly just coping for the fact that it's probably CYN

The exact same problem as theory 3

"twₒ EPisₒdEs isN'T ENₒuGh TimE!" (It's valid, I'm just salty)

Conclusion

Most if not all of the evidence points to this at least being something we haven't seen yet. While most of the evidence could also just be ignored, the two theories that answer the most questions and have the most/best evidence are probably theories 4 and 5.

In conclusion: this is ether someone new or at least a new form of somebody, heavy foreshadowing to me means that this thing is going to have some sort of importance to the story that isn't just "yellow Uzi".

At the absolute BARE MINIMUM, this thing is going to have a unique personality or, well, perhaps a lack of one.

[letterstotheuniversepage]

Celebrating Cultural Diversity: A Filipino Perspective

Culture is a perfect manifestation of the art of what it means to be a human being living in this world. It illustrates the way of life of every person in a community, tribe, or country. Culture isn’t something that can be described with just a few words; I believe that to fully grasp it, one must be a part of the flow and actively get involved. Tradition and culture are inseparable. One cannot exist without the other. But the most important element is the people themselves who shape the culture and tradition that have existed up until today.

As a Filipino, our culture comprises many wonderful aspects that amaze me every time I think about them. One cultural custom that I find fascinating is our resilience: our ability to get up after a downfall and smile in any situation or with any person we interact with. This world is not always sunny, but we Filipinos always find it in our hearts to dance in the middle of the storm, and that is truly beautiful. Another cultural value that I am most proud of is our faith in God. I don’t want to sound biased, but this is the truth. This quality is the foundation of our resilience. We survive and prosper because we never lose hope. We get up each day with the thought, “This is just a bad day but never an awful life. God will send me His divine grace to help me get by.” Once again, I am proud to be a Filipino, and living in this society while engaging in this culture gives me a unique identity worthy of being known.

As I have stated in the previous paragraph, I greatly appreciate our own culture. But just like all other traditions, nothing is perfect. There are no superior or inferior values and heritage, but if I had to alter two specific norms in our country, perhaps it would be gossiping and the crab mentality. I want to change these aspects because they can cause more negative effects than positive ones. These traits can be self-destructive and may badly affect others as well. As a concerned citizen, I suggest that changing them is the right thing to do for the betterment of the community, to keep the lifestyle of everybody in harmony.

Culture is undeniably diverse. Many kinds of ethnicities, races, and nationalities are spread out all over the globe. As I continue my journey in life, meeting individuals with different cultures and philosophies is part of it. There are no specific steps to flawlessly communicate with people who practice unfamiliar traits and values, but I can strive to be more empathetic, open-minded, and sensitive in dealing with them. I believe that our differences are not the reason we are divided, nor why there are conflicts. The true reason behind societal divergence is our lack of capacity to accept new ideas and ways of living.

Every person is a complex being, and as we live together in this world, certain issues like conflicts and misunderstandings between countries or in a community are almost impossible to avoid. But this must not always be the case, because after all, we are breathing the same air, and we are under the same sky. Our goal is to be at peace amidst diversity, not at war.

Written by: Amaranthine Briar / Akahana

𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

Content Copyright © Rose R. Sales All rights reserved.

[lords-of-mayhem]

For once something not horny from me. What kinds of pets do you think the LOC guys would have - if they’d have any. This is 100% inspired by my cat being very cute right now 🐈‍⬛

Oooh fun! Okay, let's see.

Metalion - Rats

I feel very strongly about this one. I've had this thought before, but he'd absolutely have pet rats. He carries them around in his pockets and adores them so much.

Occultus - Any animal

Occultus is 100% the type to adopt every animal that needs a home and he loves them all equally. I can see him having a really obscure pet like ferrets or sugar gliders. I also feel like he has a cat. His cat is older than dirt.

Fenriz - Hermit crabs (plus big dog)

I don't know why this one makes so much sense to me, but it does. He has a dog that's absolutely massive and seems so scary, but is genuinely such a sweetheart. Rottweilers immediately come to mind, but it could be any type of dog breed. I see it being very protective over the group.

Faust - None

I don't really see him owning any pets. He likes animals, he just doesn't have the motivation/interest in having one.

Euronymous - Birds (all kinds)

This one is obviously based off the fact Euronymous did have a bird. I think he'd love all kinds of birds.

Manheim - Snake then lizard

Manheim would have a snake because they seem like a cool pet, but he very quickly realizes he cannot handle feeding it live mice/rats. So, he switches over to a lizard, a nice small one that doesn't eat big live things.

Blackthorn - Rabbit or chihuahua

Blackthorn would have an animal that's just as finnicky as he is. He either has a rabbit or a chihuahua that shakes 24/7. Bonus points if he got either as an emotional support pet, but quickly realized he needed an emotional support pet for his emotional support pet. If he has a rabbit, he 100% makes it salads often. He goes out of his way to get the perfect blend of pellets, hay, fruits, and veggies. Varg is confused(tm) by the amount of effort he puts into this task, but it seems to make him happy.

Varg - None

He's indifferent to animals for the most part, he just doesn't have a real interest in them. If this is by the time he's living with Blackthorn, he just settles for having his pets in the house.

Atilla - Snake (scary version)

Atilla owns a snake that is absolutely massive and/or scary. His pet snake also has a habit of escaping from its enclosure which freaks out everyone. The snake also is big enough that it eats larger prey like birds or rabbits. (Manheim does NOT enjoy this fact and WILL pretend it doesn't exist as much as he can.)

Pelle -Snakes, spiders, bugs, butterflies/moths, salamanders, etc.

Pelle doesn't have traditional pets, but he will bring in whatever he catches while out on his forest adventures. He's had many jars that he keeps caterpillars in until they turn into butterflies/moths. It's not uncommon to find jars full of all kinds of creepy crawlies in his room.

He's surprisingly sweet/gentle with these. He's the type to build an entire enclosure, bringing in twigs and leaves for his new friend.

Necrobutcher - Cat or dog (family pet)

Necrobutcher does technically have a pet, but it's not his own. His family would have a cat or dog for him while he's growing up, but that's been the extent of his pet experience.

Hellhammer - Chinchillas

Hellhammer has a pair of chinchillas and they're the biggest assholes alive. They're soft and cuddly, and will bite if anyone except Hellhammer touches them. They love being cuddled by him and literally not another soul in the world.

[xlethalhadesx]

writing update

so as im excited and writing this oc x character story. I've decided to share Ular's oc doc, in the doc does contain things that involve stuff that will happen in the series but I'm willing to write this because why not.

(tw: abuse, violence, and many other stuff nothing too harsh though might be a lil cringy as well yadada)

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Ular waru: 

THE

Kraken of the nine seas

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THE BASICS

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Name: Ular waru

Alternative Titles: YOU!(from heimdall), lil bro(ingmar), dagon(cthulhu), my little devilfish, horror crotch gobblin(heimdall), fish man(lavirsa), child of the kelp(heimdall), fish boy(heimdall)

Gender: was born a woman with male genitalia but eventually had a chest change

Pronouns: / he/she/them 

Age: 39 (human years) / 420 (aesir years)

Height/Weight (HUMAN FORM): 8’5ft / 400lbs.

Height/Weight (Kraken form): 100ft/ 4,000 lb. 

Species: half Kraken and siren breed

He has the tentacles of a Kraken, and the attributes it has. Having the voice of a siren and battle cry, the ability to get in people's heads as well.

Race/Nationality: Nigerian / Brazilian 

Occupation: the great son of the Kraken/ the guardian of the Asgard sea.

Affiliation: The Aesir / Asgard/ the Kraken race.

Personality: he’s a very interesting character, being somewhat of a dummy sometimes. He can be a great person to approach, willing to listen to you talk and tell you about his very fun times in the sea.

Hobbies: playing with his pet crab, steve. Swimming, sculpting, and cooking.

Relationships:

Friends: 

Leif 

Larvisa 

Ingmar

steve

Lovers:

Heimdall borrson

Enemies:

Zaye

Cthulu 

fishermen

Legion

Steve

The sea animals

Inventory:

Tentacles

His very sharp yet retractable claws.

Steve

Skills 

Can move around very quickly using his tentacles

The ability to read others' minds (only able to their movements)

Can scream like a siren

Can turn into a massive Kraken

STATS AND ABILITIES

Strength

10/10

Endurance 

11/10

Intelligence

8/10

Wisdom

9/10

Agility

17/10

Ranged combat

15/10

Close Combat

5/10

Confidence 

10/10

Learn being the living breed of a squid and a siren, he’s very fast with or without his tentacles, using them to change any matter they take or shape. Lifting objects with ease, don’t or you’ll miss him.

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION 

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Coming from a wealthy family, his appearance is him wearing a scally blue silky that hugs his body, exposing his torso. Gold around his neck, arm, and wrist, and His shoes. Teeth are as sharp as a feline's. Tentacles being smoothed to the touch but can be as deadly as a sword, might be dumb to the eye but he knows what is what.

CHARACTER NOTES

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If you touch his skin, you’ll notice that his skin is cold, and a little moist a bit. It’s because his skin naturally keeps him hydrated while being above water.

He has a pet crab name steve

His tentacles can be very sensitive, almost like a third leg or arm. Touch them gently and it'll feel nice, pull them and he’ll react like a cat getting their tail tugged. (they can be used in many ways ;) )

Steve hides in his hair

He loves soft touches on his exposed stomach

When she’s deep in thought her tendrils tend to come out on their own

Indeed he was raised by a whale

BACKSTORY

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Early life

Raised in the deep blue sea, ular’s life wasn’t easy at first. She was born as a half-breed, the son of a Kraken and a siren, people weren’t ok with it until later on, realizing how powerful he will be once he's all grown up. His father, being a mighty champion of the sea, protecting his civilization by hand and not letting a soul scratch it, his father sacrificed nearly everything trying to protect ular’s existence from the others outside of their civilization. Others were seeking to use him as a weapon for their benefit, beyond the great next sea Cthulhu was more known to be contemptuous, and with a strong desire for power and spreading the bounds of his domains. This is in stark contrast to the uncaring entity that we see in this day and age. His many eyes were set on the territories of the deep ones.

 Especially after the heads of their kings and leaders. He defeated all mother Hydra in one fell blow. As he continued to challenge Dagon in his realm of  Y'ha-nthlei, he was met by its guardian, the Kraken first, however. Not much is known of this entity aside from its name and function. Some describe him as a magnificently large beast, darkening the sun. Others are like a benevolent entities, a shape-shifting guardians of the deep and its inhabitants. Some even theorized that the Old one was never after Dagon, but chased after something the Kraken possessed instead.  After the battle that lasted 8 days, and 8 nights, the Kraken was defeated, and Cthulu chased after Dagon, who had locked himself in his realms, protecting his cities. For months the seas near innsmouttr turned black and burgundy from the bloodshed, and stained their beaches with entrails, merpeople, and torn-off body parts, washing ashore.

Younger years

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Being held captive for many years of his teen life, barely seeing the light of the ocean sea or other people besides the ones Cthulhu wanted him to see. Day in and out, forced to fight and kill at a young age, Cthulu barely fed his, leaving him scrawny and frail like a fish left out to dry. If ular failed to do anything small or big, he was punished horribly by the removal of his tendrils that was the only memory of his father, Cthulu knew what he was, and knew it would take very long for his 6 tendrils to grow back each time, leaving him in the cell that he kept him to let the wounds bleed as a reminder. He was taken from his home at such a young age, he believed Cthulu was his father, the deity hating being called that he would hit him every time he slips up. He’s young, she didn’t know any better but that man didn’t care not one single bit.

Years, and years went on, and he had this urge, this needs to escape even though he had nowhere to go, nowhere to run but it was better than staying in this forgotten place. The day he saw an opening for his escape, was when Cthulu went out and went to slaughter another civilization. That’s when he saw his chance to escape, running out of the cell, never looking back, he kept swimming and swimming, and swimming, until he couldn’t keep his small Kraken form any longer. Hiding in a small undersea cave, huddled close to his knees, hungry, frail, and scared that the deity will find him again.

 It was dark in the deep sea, only relied on his ears to listen for any danger, she sure did, feeling the sand under him rumble, and hearing a loud call, he had never heard such a sea noise, and it was getting closer, closer until it was at the entrance of the cave, poor little KKraken was very far into a corner. Scared for his life that he was found by Cthulu again, but it wasn’t him, it was a whale, being big and all. Not being able to fit in the cave and turning in his human form for the poor little boy, his size was huge, remind him of the man Cthulu but the whale man meant no harm, bending down to look at the little fella, the strange being looked at the poor one seeing how scrawny he was, scared even to the point he inked himself, now being very embarrassed. The strange man offered his big, soft hand to the little squid, afraid to take it at first. Being very hesitant as he reached out and took it. The whale man, guided him to a better place, a better home, it took him many years to get used to the place, the very caretaker's name was Ingmar. The man who spoon feed the small little Kraken many meals, arms being too weak to lift the spoon and bowl, taught him the very language of the sea, and even gave him a pet crab.

Young adult years

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Finally being able to themselves, they felt free, they felt better and healthier, they help Ingmar with any task he needed, but someone wasn’t allowed to go out by themselves since she was being hunted by Cthulu, it will be only in the matter of time before he does find ular again. He hopes he never does, he likes this, and he likes his home very much. Especially the times when Ingmar would take him to Asgard to see the many people there, meeting the many aesir there for the time. Thor, the god of thunder, lady sif, and Heimdall, also thrud too. All of them are very welcoming to the little Kraken but Heimdall teased him many times whenever he visits.

He could tell that thor and sif brought such joy to Ingmar, ular loved seeing them happy like a big family. So much a big family that they got married, all three of them! it was quite an interesting sightseeing the beautiful wedding, the joyous days of living on Asgard and helping around with them. Guarding the many rivers that run through there by orders of Odin, and Heimdall since he enjoys looking at the water from on top of the wall. (he damned, not even a please :( )).

Pre Ragnarök (his middle age years):

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Now, being in the very walls of Asgard. He helps Odin with anything he needs, being assigned tasks with Heimdall as well. Being a bother to him just as much as he was when they were younger, ular wasn’t much of a bother to him. The few times when they would stand on the Asgard wall with each other and talk about endless things that they experienced in their life, or when Ular would take him to look at the beaches of Asgard, Heimdall found his presence somewhat more pleasant than others. 

(Art drawn by my WONDERFUL BESTIE)

Ingmar slowly notices the interest Heimdall has for the Kraken, always being asked where he is in the most monotone. But he knows Heimdall only cares for him dearly, for the first time he found that person, a person who wouldn’t judge him, who can tolerate him. Think of him as a human being and not Odin's dog, he would never admit to anyone, not even his sunshine, Ingmar mentioning that Heimdall is ular’s type. Ular becomes embarrassed saying Heimdall would never see him like that and just wait till he finds out how much he talks about Ular to lady sif. noticing the somewhat similarities they had with their fathers, including their mind-reading abilities. Of course, Heimdall was somewhat jealous but saw so much more.

During Ragnarok

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Finding out Odin’s very plans, he sent out Heimdall to capture Freya’s brother. Ular had a bad feeling about the situation in general, Ace being his stand-in while guarding the very wall of Asgard, noticing the very dangers the newcomer has brought upon Asgard. Getting the news about Heimdall's death disturbed him, the memories were almost like a plague to him but Heimdall would’ve been teasing him for shedding tears, so he stayed strong. For his family, for the midguardians, and heimdall, he would want Ular to protect them.

Get information from freya that Freyr will be needing help with ragnarok he thought it best if he turns into his deity form to assist, helping Freyr out tremendously. Once it was time to escape, Ular helped everyone get out before anyone could lose their life.

(What I found on Pinterest of a great example of Ular in his kraken form)

 The events of Ragnarok weren’t so pleasant for him, protecting the midguradians, making sure a good amount of them got to safety quickly with the help of sif. Something in his gut told him Odin didn’t care not a bit about the citizens, only himself. Ular did everything he could to get them out and assist anyone who needed it, fighting off some of the dark elves or any other beings that tried to go for them.

Post ragnarok

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While everyone was slowly rebuilding things as they once were, Ular couldn’t forget about heimdall, he didn’t deserve to die. Going to the family member heimdall was close with, lady sif. From the look on his face, she could tell he was thinking of a crazy idea, something to bring him back.

She knew where his body lay, taking Ular there to collect his body and go to alfiem to collect his soul before it went into the light, the task wasn’t so easy trying to get it but to Ular, it was worth it for him. After reviving him right in front of his eyes, Heimdall couldn’t believe that he was alive. A bright smile that he hadn't done in so long crept onto his face seeing lady sif and Ular, though his skin was somewhat pale but they didn’t mind it. He was only grateful to be alive, to see his family and his home again.

The journey back home was somewhat funny, explaining to heimdall what had all happened while he was gone. He was in denial at first with odins actions but after a LOT of explaining he understood, seeing from a different perspective. Ular volunteers to help heimdall recover so he’s able to move around again, and during that time their bond grows stronger, hearing from Ular himself that he was willing to go hel and back for him. Oh, how he missed those beautiful golden eyes that shined for him. 

It was a quiet night in vanaheim, heimdall admiring the sky, trying to cool off after having a major outburst towards ular the other day. After finding out the dangers of being the ‘son’ of Cthulhu, the news was too much to handle, too much to think about or worry for his only little family left. That’s all what he was thinking about including ular, that was man a plague to him but a good one, a good plague that he never wants to get rid of.

Speaking of that plague, he felt those eyes watching him from behind, those puppy like eyes being more worried about him right now than when he yelled at him earlier. The only thing Ular could do was stand beside heimdall to admire the vanaheim scenery, the over barring silence bugged heimdall to the teeth hearing the fish man’s thoughts.

The very words heimdall said to Ular, words that he’ll never forget “I am still very, very angry with you, hah. I didn’t sleep last night” he turns to look at him, magenta eyes glowing like they usually do but, brighter “I was just thinking all night long that I could not, marry you, not now. My-my family, I just- could not, marry you” his lips purse into a taute line, looking into ular’s orbs “it is not smart, but even a bigger feeling was that I can not walk away from you either. Because for better or worse Ular, now that I have met you, now that I know how it feels to be in love with you, I can not see spending the rest of my life without anyone else.” The nervous gulp he does, catching his breath “you said that you were worried that you were gonna ruin me, Ular, well. It’s too late for that” he takes small steps closer to the male, the silence slowly feeling in. Taking ular’s hair to pull him in a passionate kiss that he has been waiting years to do.

Two years after Heimdall’s recovery process, they had a wonderful wedding. Many eyes sparkling, being surprised that at their wedding heimdall was the one wearing a dress (with a lot of convincing from big bro ingmar), he was such a beautiful sight to Ular. It fit him just right.

(The rings they wore, and found this image on Pinterest)

3 years after ragnarok

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Civilization being rebuilt safely and protected, Heimdall being married to the sea man, and the foresight still being on guard of the very place he protects. Where Odin wasn’t under control, Ular helped out the best he could with anything ingmar’s needs or anyone else.

Every once in a while getting a lecture from his husband for not taking breaks, but he convinces him with the friendly pet Steve (works everytime).

Music

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His voice claim: https://youtu.be/-sLszjk3DYE

Fighting theme: https://open.spotify.com/track/1O80Lhuq0lKHIiF1HnMgQT?si=7b39f11407504175

His theme: https://open.spotify.com/track/3khEEPRyBeOUabbmOPJzAG?si=DSr8DSo-TE-erU1Lek-xUw

Chase theme:https://open.spotify.com/track/4gDajIG4yNgBtym4zgtfRe?si=Rl9rK51kSly5dQ3PS-ybWQ

(i hope you love her just as much as I do)

[betelgo0ze]

WOF x Star Wars clone Coral AU!

Welcome to the first of what I hope to be many posts under this hashtag!

a while back I made a joke about Maul having a bunch of sisters similar to how Queen Coral from Wings of Fire had a bunch of daughters due to the matriarchal society and here we are.

This AU takes place a bit before The Dragonet prophecy- a year at most.

this isn’t exactly a fanfic but more or less a retelling of the events in this AU. Basically, Coral has Anemone make her a clone army using her animus magic, but what happens once Anemone realizes the army she’s created isn’t just the blank slates she had wanted them to be- they were real.

Princess Anemone knew where her mother stood in the war, and by that she means she knew where Blister stood.

Blister thought too highly of her- something she should have enjoyed, the praise of a soon to be queen, but once she realized why she had been loved by the sandwing her thoughts on her turned sour. Blister allied herself with Coral just so she could get her claws on Anemone- something her mother was far too blind to see. Perhaps she was just too focused on herself or the lost princess she obsessed herself with, spiraling about how her daughter would one day return and they could be a happy family. Anemone sometimes wished she payed more attention to her loving daughter- her- than the dead one. But it didn’t matter. What mattered was protecting her tribe from the Skywings wrath.

One day Whirlpool had asked her to duplicate a dead fish he had caught, she was confused and at first didn’t understand how but quickly understood the task. She enchanted a small pot to clone whatever she put into it once shaken. It had worked, because of course it had. She prided herself on her skills. Whirlpools emotions were hard to read most of the time, though he seemed genuinely pleased. Anemone felt proud for a moment, Whirlpool was a hard dragon to crack yet a soft one deep down. She knew her mother wanted her to one day wed the slimy dragon, but after she took the thrown it wouldn’t matter. Whirlpool wasn’t even sure if he saw her that way. But it didn’t matter.

For the next few days Whirlpool had her clone larger and larger things. Finally, he presented her with a live crab. It was a breezy day and the two had laid on the beach, far away from the kingdom. Blister and Coral stood close by, watching the two. Anemone felt Blisters cold stare- ironic for a sandwing- from behind. This would be tricky. The pot she enchanted wouldn’t suffice. So she enchanted the crabs hard shell to create two more of itself, the same in every way but with a mind of its own. It took a few try’s but it had worked. Blister was pleased and Whirlpool was proud. Her mother seemed overly excited, her dramatic personality shining through, and perhaps Anemone did bask in her mother approval even if she was excited at the smallest of things. This was big.

So over the next few weeks Anemone learned of Blisters plans, and for a moment she finally understood why the queen- no longer soon to be, it was all but official with her plans- had wanted her.

Shark was a cold dragon but a skilled one. He hadn’t seemed pleased with this idea, the one to clone him into a loyal army, in fact he downright refused. He threatened to defect, the thought of clones of him running around horrified him, so Blister made him go away. He was no longer an issue.

An army of Corals was far more intimidating anyways, a few changes to their personalities and they would be fit soldiers.

So Anemone tried. And tried. And tried. She managed to do it, because of course she did. She worked her whole life for this.

It still felt strange though, seeing an army of soldiers all looking like her mother, it was sort of annoying at first, until she remembered they weren’t her mother. They were different. The pearl necklace she enchanted was worn proudly around her mother’s neck- simply an accessory which allowed the army to exist. If she took it off they would disappear. They would reappear once it was put back on, but Anemone didn’t want to know where they went when they disappeared. She didn’t like the look on their faces when they returned.

annnnnnnd that’s it for now. It’s one in the morning and I’m tired lol, I promise to add more! I know this isn’t at all like Star Wars and was simply inspired by it but I’m enjoying it nontheless. Thank you to the people who inspired me to be inspired lol

[amostimprobabledream]

Falling in Reverse (Dazai Osamu x Reader)

There were many hazards with working for the Armed Detective Agency.

The hours were sometimes unpredictable, the possibility of being kidnapped or attacked by enemy organisations or just people who had a grudge against random members, was always a very real threat.  More than once you’ve been forced into some kind of underground bunker or secret location for a few days for your own safety. Plus, Kunikida's incessant shouting had made you start keeping painkillers stashed in your desk as a failsafe. But the real problem was... "Hello, everyone!" ...was him. Your eyes flicked up as Dazai Osamu came waltzing into the room, brown eyes shining. No doubt he'd just found out a thrilling new method of suicide he wanted to try out, or perhaps he'd found somewhere that sold crab meat on the cheap.

You quickly dropped your gaze as he passed your desk, greeting the others with a carefree smile and a wave you didn't buy for a moment. You continued typing busily, sucking on your bottom lip in thought. And there it was. Try as you might to ignore it, to dedicate your time and energy to your work and think about other, more productive things, the feelings would not - refused - to go away. All you could do was trap them and keep them in a box in the back of your head, tucked away and out of sight. Yet your heart still seemed to speed up whenever Dazai was within ten feet of you, like a dog wagging its tail with its owner nearby. And therein lay the problem - having a crush or whatever you called it on Dazai Osamu was nothing but a fool's errand. Suicidal former Port Mafia members were not good material for a relationship. Even a fling might be asking too much. Not to mention, Dazai was a serial flirt who couldn't stop himself from outrageously hitting on every pretty waitress or barista that he came across, he spent most of his time at work fucking with Kunikida and/or Atsushi, he never paid his damn tab and overall was an unpredictable mess of a person. Was he handsome? Of course - he made other men look shabbier merely by existing in the same room as them. Frighteningly perceptive and intelligent when he stopped acting like a crackhead? Undoubtedly. But it was far better to stay away from someone like him as much as possible. After all, a fire might be beautiful, but in order to survive, you learn to get as far away from them as you can.

Fortunately for you, even though you worked in the same building as him, Dazai rarely noticed you, much less held conversations with you in which you might blurt out anything embarrassing. He may have been an incredibly observant person, but he had his eyes on the important issues like whatever the Port Mafia were getting up to or trying to outmaneuver the Guild or dangerous Russian criminals. The possible infatuation of an insignificant secretary who happened to have a desk not far away from him no doubt barely registered in Dazai's busy mind, and you intended to keep it that way. To help maintain your cover, you made sure to treat Dazai with chilly politeness, as if you found him and his antics to be unprofessional and completely inappropriate. The fact that they were wasn't the point. More than once you’d had to sneak away into the ladies to giggle madly at whatever stunt Dazai had pulled on one of his hapless co-workers, then take the time to compose yourself before stepping back out again.

And you certainly didn't secretly resent him a little - for effortlessly making you fall for him without even trying. And leaving you knowing you were doomed to quietly pine over him and nothing more, because Dazai was a disaster, but he was still undeniably special. Like a human comet, dragging everybody else in his wake. He made you painfully aware of how unexceptional you were. I'm not pining. you corrected yourself, stapling together a stack of documents for Fukuzawa with perhaps a little bit too much force, the clicking sound loud in your ears. It's just a dumbass crush. Everyone fancies Dazai when they meet him for the first time, but they get over it. It's a rite of passage. Anyway, you had something else to distract you. Tonight, you were actually venturing out of your apartment instead of curling up in front of the TV - on a blind date. It hadn't been your idea, a friend told you there was some event going on at Kafka's tonight, a bar downtown you knew fairly well and somebody she thought you’d like would be there, so you thought: Why not?

It's not like you had anything better to do. Anyway, maybe if you met someone new, you'd finally be able to shake off whatever feelings you had and redirect them to someone less...messy. The only problem was, it started right after your shift ended, so you'd have to get changed and do your makeup here at the Agency to save time. "Damn!" The stapler you'd been holding slipped from your grip and you hastened to pick it up off the floor. You'd had a manicure the other day in preparation for tonight and you were still getting used to them. "Are you okay?" Kirako asked you, tilting her head, her expression one of mild concern. "You've seemed a little...high-strung today." “Highly strung,” you corrected absently, retrieving the stapler and straightening up. “And I am not, I’m not a horse. I’m just nervous.” “Huh? Oh yeah! You’re gong on that thing tonight, right?” “Right,” you said, partly wishing she’d shut up – you didn’t want people listening and asking you nosy questions. Unfortunately for you, Kirako was not telepathic and kept happily chattering away. “Have you decided what you’re going to wear? It’s important to make a good impression at these things!” “I’ve got an outfit with me,” you reluctantly admitted, since she’d probably figure it out anyway. “It’s easier than going all the way home to change.” “Ooh, show me!” Kirako said – somehow, she seemed far more excited about this than you were. Probably because she didn’t have to worry about what she’d do if the night turned out to be a complete bust or worse. “Absolutely not.” You replied – far from her enthusiasm being infectious, she was making you uneasy, hyping the night up into something far bigger than you’d intended. Fortunately for you, any further conversation was cut short by the arrival of the boss. As Fukuzawa strode in you both stood up to bow. Personally, you’d never been so pleased to see him. He just gave a regal nod to you both before approaching Kunikida and the others, no doubt about to deliver some new job to them. You let go of a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding – you could go back to being invisible. Invisibility was safe.

Kirako picked up some conversation she’d been having with Naomi about her cat and you made the right noises as she showed you some admittedly adorable pictures on her phone. And yes, you did check a couple of times, surreptitiously peeking from behind your monitor. Dazai didn’t look at you once. ~ “Fuck’s…sake!” You grunted as you battled with the stubborn zipper between your fingertips. You were sure you’d been wrestling with this damn dress forever and you didn’t have time for this – you’d go from ‘fashionably late’ to ‘why bother’ if this kept up- Finally! The zipper, which had been stubbornly refusing to cooperate with you for what had to have been at least ten minutes finally gave in to your relentless pulling and closed, tooth by sullen tooth. You might have asked Kirako or someone to help you, but they’d all left, so you were on your own.

You breathed a sigh of relief – you might have to limit what you ate for fear of the zipper bursting, but this dress had to be tight to stay up, so you had to make sacrifices where necessary. You turned and looked in the full-length mirror affixed to the wall. Wow. You didn’t think of yourself as a vain person, but as you turned around to make sure your outfit was all in place, you had to admit you looked good. Red was a pretty bold colour and the style wasn’t something you wore on a day-to-day basis, but you’re glad you went with it. The light seeping through the bathroom window bounced off the shiny material of the dress and you smiled to yourself as you added a final touch – a slick of lipgloss. You should commit to the idea of stepping outside your comfort zone and wearing an outfit like this seemed a good way to do that.

You pushed open the door and stepped out into the office, which looked weird without anybody in it, awash with a peachy-orange glow from the sunset outside. As you turned to leave, though, you quickly learned that you weren’t as alone as you’d first thought. “Oh,” came a voice. The last one you wanted to hear right now. (Yet the one you heard in your dreams, over and over again like a broken record.) Dazai stood there, staring at you and you’ve never seen that look on his face before. He wasn’t grinning or teasing but nor had he slipped into that chilly, calculating look that was known to a few people throughout the Agency as his “Port Mafia face”. Instead, he was simply looking at you with an unguarded look of surprise, his mouth slightly open like he had been about to speak but forgotten what he was about to say. He snapped out of it a moment later, hastily slapping on one of his signature flirty smirks the way other people would throw on a jacket.

“Well, well.” Dazai said and you hated the vaguely sultry hint to his tone, you hated it because you knew it wasn’t real. “Don’t you look lovely.” You swallowed. Dazai threw compliments at women all the time, but you’re pretty sure he meant it – no doubt he’d never seen you dressed this way before. From someone else’s lips, such a comment might range from sweet to creepy, but when Dazai said it, your bones felt like they were turning to water. “Well,” you echoed him, a beat too late, and despite your confidence a few minutes ago, getting the words out proved difficult, your cadence halting and awkward. “Thank you.” The urge to run away burned in your chest, like you had a cough waiting to come out, but the way he was looking at you…it was hard to pull yourself away. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, and you had a peculiar urge to reach for him. To do what, you didn’t know. Rest a hand on his chest? Touch his face? Pull him closer? You tucked the hand behind you, in case it got any ideas of its own. “Got a hot date tonight?” Dazai said in a teasing voice, but there was something else in it that gave you pause, like a shard of ice in a refreshing drink. It made you wary, and you were glad of it – it wasn’t a good idea to get too comfortable around him, even under the guise of friendly banter. Obviously he’d reached that assumption from what you’re wearing and the hour it was, since you didn’t usually hang around the office for this long, but you can’t shake the notion that Dazai doesn’t approve of the idea. Too bad for him, you’re not asking permission. “Just a thing with a friend of mine,” you replied, which wasn’t really a lie, just vague enough to skirt the truth and you offered a breezy smile to placate him. “It should be fun. I’d better go, though. I’m already running a bit late.” Hitching your bag a little higher up your shoulder, you dodged around Dazai, who made no effort to stop you and headed out into the city that was preparing for the evening, your heels clicking satisfyingly across the floor. (Another thing you didn’t wear regularly, but hey, why not go all out?)

Dazai, unusually still, watched you go, his hands sliding into the pockets of his trench coat. He spoke thoughtfully into the empty air, dust motes dancing in the shaft of light pouring in through the window. “A friend, huh…” he mused, and his eyes held a look in them, the slight darkening of his gaze as he looked ahead at something only he could see, his sharp mind already racing far ahead to all sorts of potential scenarios to be countered, if necessary. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

[doiefy]

star conches // park jisung

part of the visions series; inspired by and set in the world of genshin impact.

The strange gifts from the boy in the water.

pairing: park jisung x gn. reader genre: fluff, fantasy word count: 0.8k warnings: none​

YOUR FATHER HAD ONCE SAID that clear skies were a sign from the gods.

He’d said many things about the gods since your mother’s passing, though not with any of the contempt or bitterness one might feel after such a tragedy. It was a gentle thoughtfulness, much like the quiet breeze that rippled through the ship’s sails in the early dawn. Many mornings you’d find him pondering the existences and wills of the archons, contemplating the destiny of your world while scrubbing the hull of the ship—but it was his observations of the natural world that still circled your thoughts long after his death. Indeed, it would seem that clear weather were some sort of benevolent gesture… but for you, sailing on sunny days felt inexplicably dangerous, more so than in the midst of the storms you faced in the summer months.

When the storm clouds dissipated into dazzling sunlight and brilliant blue, suddenly you were but an insignificant speck in the universe, a toy boat surrounded on all sides by an endless expanse of water and sky. The waves at your feet seemed to fall out of their usual choppy rhythm, seemed to escape the tight embrace of the sea, and you felt as if you’d glide straight off the edge of the world. Besides that, any experienced sailor knew that a storm could come out of nowhere, especially on the brightest of days. Your entire crew was well aware that the sea demons could rise from the hellish pits of the water within a moment’s notice, and the ship could capsize beneath their weight the second they appeared.

Only one person didn’t seem to mind.

Your newest recruit spent much of his free time perched on the stern, legs dangling off the edge of the ship, fingers nimbly busy as he whittled away at scrap pieces of wood. On nicer days, he would always leave his perch and splash down into the water, sometimes returning with nets filled with star conches and sea ganoderma, golden crabs and shrimp if you were lucky. It didn’t matter where you were along the ocean; the water would always vortex around him, bringing him right down to the seabed before gently lifting him out. Even if he disappeared for hours at a time, even if the storm clouds rolled in while he was away, he would always return unscathed.

Somehow, you didn’t think it was entirely because of the blue Vision hanging from his belt. Park Jisung had a natural affinity with water like no other, even amongst sailors who’d all been raised at sea.

“How do you do it?” You asked him one afternoon, when he’d returned with a net filled with sea bass. Your crew had cheered at the sight—it was a much better meal than the different variations of cabbage soup you’d been eating for the last couple of days—but didn’t ask any questions. They’d stopped questioning Jisung’s strange abilities long since he first arrived onboard.

The boy only shrugged, allowed for a slight smile. While you noticed he was usually quite shy, today his face was a little brighter, his smile a bit more telling. He glowed softly beneath the sunlight, and his brown eyes shone with some sort of mischief—it wasn’t exactly childish, but youthful, like that of the teenage adventurers you often came across at the harbour.

“It’s a popular pastime where I’m from,” he explained, tossing you a sand dollar. “We learn from a young age.”

“Surely you aren’t sent diving into the deep sea as children,” you retorted, and he let out a laugh. It was a clear sound, like bells on a warm summer day, or the gentle melody of the winds you summoned to push the ship along.

“It might surprise you, the things we did as children,” he murmured thoughtfully, but followed up with no other answers. He emptied the rest of the net, working quickly to untangle the last couple of shells from the ropes. Finally, he handed you a conch

“This one’s special,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Mind holding onto it for me?” You didn’t understand how a particular conch he’d chosen could be special amongst a sea of shells that looked exactly the same, but you nodded, earning yourself another smile from him. The sunlight danced across his lips and between the strands of his brown hair, lit his eyes with a multitude of startling colours—a glimpse of the gods themselves, and a startling realization: he was much more than a wandering trader who’d joined your journey in the islands.

But by the time the words had formed upon your lips, he’d already jumped back into the swirling green and aquamarine of the ocean. The sea churned, and whilst you knew he would return in a couple of minutes, you couldn’t help but watch as he disappeared into the depths.

Indeed clear skies were a sign from the gods—because the boy who’d appeared in the midst of them bore a message from them as well.

[rosavulpes]

" Forgive me sire , I'll bring out your first course of appetizers immediately . Thank you for your continued patience with us "

Bowing her head , it was clear enough now that the God of Destruction had come to Earth chasing what may have been an illusion . Something that may not , or may no longer exist .

She wanted to question him further in regards to what exactly this " oracle " was that had informed him of this Super Saiyan God to begin with but there was no point in risking a line of questioning that was only certain to anger him further . Seeing as they more questions she were to ask , the more she'd expose them as not being the Saiyan God he was seeking out so fervently .

Turning to leave , truth be told some of the meals they were prepping weren't ready just yet , but when it came to quick and easy appetizers ? She already had a few in mind to serve alongside some bowls of rice in order to start filling up their stomachs .

Rice was one of the most filing foods that she could think of after all . Maybe with some curry too on the side .

Taking her leave , returning to the spacious cooking station she was sharing with her father . Her hands immediately got to work on preparing appetizers . Moving to a cutting board , where she chopped up a few elongated slice of red salmon , or sockeye salmon as it was known here on Earth .

Following soon after by some cucumbers , and carrots .

Slicing the carrots into elongated , pencil like sticks along with the cucumbers , what would come next would be the cream cheese . The very best brand that they could get their hands on thanks to the Capsule Corporation's stretch of influence .

Filling up a plastic bag to the brim , then tying up the bag with a firm knot , she cut off the corner end of the bag to make a makeshift piping bag for the cream cheese .

A long roll of fresh seaweed wrap laid down for the assembly of the ingredients . First would be the bed rice as the outer layer , followed by the sea weed wrapping , red salmon , cucumbers , carrots , cream cheese , and before she could finish layers of avocado added for a balance to all the flavors touching the tongue at once .

Once it was all layered ? She'd lift up the bamboo rollers the elongated displayed had been placed on to and rolled her creation like a log until it formed the classical shape of sushi . Next , a few quick cuts formed the pieces , that would all be laid out onto a wooden serving platter .

A few extra pieces of sushi made quickly out of rice with shrimp , rice with eel , and rice with crab spread around for variety . Toasted sesame seeds sprinkled around for a light crunch .

Beginning the process of plating the many pieces of sushi she'd prepared on to serving trays , her numerous trays would soon be filled with what foods Vegeta had finished as well . Balls of Takoyaki , bowls of ramen soup , stir fried vegetables with noodles , steamed & fried dumplings , bowls of rice with curry consisting of beef , potatoes , and carrots with more following suite .

While she'd never have thought that cooking would make her arms ache , the stress of the matter certainly made it feel like they were training , as the brought out tray , after tray , after tray to the table . Spreading out the bowls , attempting to fill out every square inch of space available .

Dipping sauces of soy sauce , duck sauce , honey , and sesame spread out for them to try and their leisure .

" Please enjoy sire "

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

The Obey Me Brothers and Undatables vs An Insect/Arachnid Loving MC

I find it amazing how many people find it disturbing that I just love some insects and arachnids (not more than birds but still, insects can be both cute and cool even when they manage to terrify me so I can't help but love them lmao).

It's so cool how insects are actually the most dominant species in the world even before humanity existed and will most likely still be even after humanity ceases to exist, of course some of them actualy spread disease and such but it's not all of them and the mosquitoes that do spread it are females and they are just sucking your blood to feed their babies and the males like flowers over your blood, I actually don't like all spiders but I love tarantulas with all my heart although I can't say the same for wasps, they are evil but they can be so cool I have so many mixed feelings and cockroaches can be so adorable specially the forest/wild ones, have you ever seen them eat fruits??? They are so cute! And don't even get me started on how a d o r a b l e beetles are-

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Lucifer vs Ladybug

Taking strolls in the Castle's garden when you are accompaning Lucifer in his work are very common.

Just taking a fresh breath of the Devildom's air in between breaks with you by his side powers him up like crazy.

Now that being said, he doesn't really appreciate losing your attention to a little, colorful, bug crawling on one of the flowers in said garden.

"Lucifer, look! It's a ladybug! It's so different from the human world!"

That is true, ladybugs in hell were brighter in color and had a toxin in their bodies that- Oh wait

"Don't touch it!" Lucifer grabbed your hand in realization "haven't you learned anything about bright colors in nature? The toxin in their bodies can melt your skin off!"

He really didn't expect your eyes to get even more shiny.

"Ladybugs in Devildom are both bright and dangerous??!! I'm so jealous!"

With that, he became both exasperated and more in love with you.

Does this have a relation to the fact that you love him and his brothers even thought they are demons?

He is definetelly giving you a brooch in the shape of a ladybug later

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Mammon vs Cockroach

If you think this man didn't scream like a plate being scratched with a fork when he saw a cockroach in your bedroom, you are wrong.

I mean, okay, he was on the floor and the thing just decided to crawl up to his head out of nowhere.

He jumped over the table so fast it probably has beaten a world record.

"Aw! It's a baby cockroach!"

It's true, it was very small compared to adult ones, but Mammon didn't care.

"STOP FAWNIN' OVER THOSE CREATURES FOR ONCE AND KILL IT ALREADY!!"

And of course instead of killing it you just raise your eyebrown at him while scooping the thing up with a paper.

And of course you needed to bring it really close to him just to watch him squirm before you decide throw it out of your bedroom's window.

He definetelly will ask you to wash your hands before comforting him even if you didn't even touch the cockroach directly.

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Leviathan vs Dragonfly

You cannot tell me dragonflies in Devildom are actually very few and actually have the size of a small dragon.

It all happened on the day you and Levi got lost in the forest searching for a raven that stole his just purchased phone charm of a game that he was currently addicted to.

Both of you were looking for a way out when you heard an extremelly loud buzzing noise from somewhere in the woods.

Of course both of you followed the sound because first, you just know that must be one big ass insect since it sounded almost like a helicopter and you had to see it, and second, Levi suddenly forgot all about the charm (and being lost) and started rambling about how 'it couldn't be! Is it really-!'

And that is how you guys found his new Henry.

A giant, navy blue, shiny dragonfly, that was currently eating the Raven you and Levi were searching for.

Let's just say Levi got his charm back and both of you got a free ride to the House of Lamentation.

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Satan vs Spiders

Where there are old books, there are spider webs, and where there are spider webs, there's at least a 50% chance there are spiders in there.

So you can say Satan was quite familiar with the eight legged creatures, although he never really paid them much attention.

That is until he found they were of your interest.

You will never see someone start to give spider names, treat them with courtesy and have small talks with them faster than with this man.

Getting a book from the House of Lamentation's library and there's a web in the way along with a resident spider? "Excuse me, I will have to disturb you a little, I hope you don't mind a bit of damage to your home"

He is reading and suddenly sees a spider dangling down from a web string right besides him? He is definetelly letting it land on his hand just so that he can show it to you.

One day he even choses to read a book in his berdoom that a tiny spider was standing on. The sight of the tiny thing crawling around the pages as he reads it and explains some things out loud is so precious to see.

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Asmodeus vs Scorpions

Of course, what would suit the Lust Demon better than his own patron?

That is until you teach him that there are more than just one type of scorpion, and there is one type that has really big claws and a thinner tail that are usually pretty big in size.

Why would learning that be a bad thing, you ask? Instead of stinging its food, it actually grabs it like a crab.

So yes, the day Asmo held one and didn't use his charms, it pinched him.

Needless to say, it was chaotic.

Leaving the fact he is never approaching those kinds of scorpions ever again, he coos a lot at you while you coo at the small scorpions.

If you tell him the fact that they are his patron just makes you love him more, he will be so happy he will be squealing for the next 5 minutes.

He has definetelly taken a few dozens, of pictures for you while holding one or more scorpions.

His followers in the devilgram were surprised at how even while holding that thing, Asmo still looked amazing.

Scorpions definetelly became sensation in Devildom after that.

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Beelzebub vs Flies

Again, nothing better than his own patron.

If he didn't have to swat them off his food that is.

He has definetelly eaten some accidently.

"Look! I managed to make it crawl up to my finger without scaring it!" you say.

"That is cool. But you should probably wash your hand." He replies.

He's right, wash your hands if you ever grab onto flies.

He finds it really cute that you like insects, and it makes him tingly on the inside when he remembers that his symbolic creature is an insect itself.

Don't hold back on asking him to change into his demon form more often, he is very happy to do it.

He starts paying more attention to insects and flies in general after he finds out how much you love them.

How big their are, their color, where he saw them, what were they doing, if they tasted good.

And then he proceeds to tell you all about it.

He is very cute.

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Belphegor vs Butterflies

It's not that he attracts butterflies, no. But he actually likes them, finds them cool even.

Did you know some butterflies disguise as another type butterfly because that type is actually not very tasty to eat so the animals stay away from them?

And how many of them have patterns on their wings that look a lot like Owls and again, it makes animals stay away from them?

And the whole symbolism of life, death and rebirth around them? And the fact that the larvae eating everything around them reminds him a lot of Beel?

Belphie definetelly likes butterflies and you cannot tell me otherwise.

So when he finds out you love insects? Oh he is definetelly taking you to the best butterfly watching spot either in the Devildom or the Human World.

It's specially cute when he falls asleep and one lands on his face.

He definetelly had a minor heart attack when he woke up to the sight its wings but he will never admit it.

Also definetelly grabs it and puts it on you instead.

It's counterproductive as you end up looking too cute for him to handle.

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Solomon vs Beetles

I mean beetle fights.

You thought you liked insects, just wait until you see this man cheering on a beetle like an excited kid.

Also finds it hilarious when one just yeets the other away.

And because now you are there to feed more into his love for beetles, one day he casts a spell on two of them to make them big enough to ride and just showed up outside your window like:

"No time to explain, get in the beetle"

Because of safety measures, no, you guys didn't have a giant beetle fight.

But you did ride them around the Devildom forest at 2am.

You thought it would be an insane ride with lots of adventures

But you guys just ended up star gazing while laying on them.

He forgot to turn them back to their original size and they scared a few of the residents of Devildom.

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Simeon vs Mantis

Warning: it's a big goreish

When you introduced the praying mantis specifically to Simeon, he was immediatelly in awe.

And then you proceeded to show him how they can have many shapes and forms, be it as leafs, tree branches, and others.

And he was so intrigued!

But then you gave him the more, specific details.

Like how they can feast on their prey while they are still alive.

And how it actually can attack small birds such as humming birds, eating their brain tissue through their eyes.

And how the females practice a cannibalism ritual, feasting on their partners after mating.

That's when his writer self came to light.

What I mean is, he was now both horrified and extremelly inspired.

Simeon can be scary sometimes.

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Diavolo vs Ants

If you can find ants in every nook and crany around the world, you cannot tell me you can't find them in hell.

If they are able to travel the sea just by being taken along with baggage on accident, they have definetelly come to hell the same way, specially black crazy ants.

So honestly, I wouldn't find it surprising that Diavolo would have at least one big colony of ants he takes care of.

But he didn't have it until you pointed out why ants were awesome to him.

"They don't eat the leafs, they are farmers and what they eat is the other tiny creatures that decompose the leafs" "they can go to extreme lenghts to find their food and they have a real good teamwork, often they don't eat right away but instead bring the food back to the colony to feed the young" "Some ants that live in tropical weather that rains a lot, such as the amazon, can swim! And they do it together in big, ant, nests!"

Needless to say, he was intrigued.

Such tiny creatures are able to eat other insects much bigger than them? And they love sweets?

They actually like their homes clean and throw their trash into the very corner of their enclosure? Their bite can actually hurt a lot even to creatures gigantic copared to their size such as humans??

He had his own personal colony the very next day.

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Barbatos vs Bees

This man definetelly has his own share of appreciation for bees even before you told him you like insects.

They are very good helpers in the garden, their honey can be used on a extremelly big variety of both food and health products along with their wax, and honestly, they're just so fuzzy and cute.

If you want to get a rare laugh or chuckle out of him, make bee movie references.

He will just stop in his tracks and cover his mouth as he tries not to laugh.

You could almost make him spit his drink if you do it while he is drinking something.

And you can't tell me this man can't make bee related puns with a straight face. It's unbeeliveable

Aight, imma head out

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(This was basically an insect/arachnid appreciation post and I have no regrets)

[ginazmemeoir]

here you go with chapter 5 of shakuntala :D

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Shakuntala once again set out for Hastinapur, with the same mission in mind – only different company and a different perspective. The day after they had the talk, Shakuntala and Bharat hastily packed their bags and left for Hastinapur, leaving the duties of the ashram to Shakuntala’s father, who just materialized out of thin air when she thought of him (retirement was going great for him).

Although they wanted to meet Dushyant, the mother-son duo also had another lucrative goal in mind – sightseeing. Shakuntala wasn’t able to explore much of the city when she had last come around a decade ago, and even though the ashram and the forest were captivating places, the drive for exploring is something that even the smallest of insects feel, and as such can’t be satiated. This time, she and Bharat had planned a full itinerary of fun in the fabled City of Elephants.

They journeyed along the many canals that had been dug, bordered with blue lotuses whose seeds had come as part of the dowry of the queen, and shopped in the wondrous floating markets. They also saw the Gardens of Pururavas, the tragic king who went mad with grief when his wife Urvashi, one of the most beautiful apsaras in existence, was tricked into leaving him and returning back to the heavens, and so he wandered the mortal realms calling out her name until he dissolved into air and was reunited with her. They relished Lankan and Sumerian dishes, which included crab meat and spit roasted lamb marinated in yoghurt and dry fruits (dishes they could never have in the ashram, which frowned upon non-vegetarian food), along with a sweet dish made entirely out of coconuts (even the husk was used!) and a soft golden-brown bread served with cheese, olive oil and pomegranates, in a wonderfully built restaurant complex with a hearth and a temple to Annapurna, goddess of food and nourishment, at its centre. They went to a theatre where they immersed themselves in the story of the Amrit Manthan, visited a carnival, went shopping for books, art supplies and even bought a silk Yishang each : as Chinese influence spread into the rest of Jambudvip through Magadh, which bordered the Shang Chinese to the northeast, it was becoming fashionable in the land to wear clothes resembling those worn by their neighbours to the east. They even bumped into the innkeeper who had given shelter to Shakuntala all those years ago! Accompanied by his son and daughter-in-law, the man once again invited both of them to stay over at his house. Called Vrishasena, the man had come to Hastinapur to make a living for himself around fifty years ago, when it was still ruled by the legendary King Kuru, and had since then seen three kings, Dushyant the latest. He was average statured for a man, and had a pot belly which indicated long hours spent sitting and a prosperous household. He had lost his first wife to the pox and had raised his five children and managed the inn all alone, until he met his husband twenty years ago, who served as a major in the imperial army and was currently stationed at the northwestern border. His house, a three-storey structure, was a modest building with a large courtyard and a small backyard garden. A mango and ashok tree stood as the guardians, and flowering vines clambered over the naked mud and sandstone walls. After a week of staying with his family and travelling the enormous city, Shakuntala and Bharat finally bid adieu to Vrishasena and set off for the royal palace.

Just looking at those doors and that frightening gateway made Shakuntala shiver. The last time she was here, her experience wasn’t exactly something one would want to remember. However, this time was different. She wasn’t some nineteen-year-old lovestruck girl, oblivious to the outside world, she was a grown and sensible woman. Plus, this time it concerned her son. God forbid, if she were given the same treatment today, she would place a dreadful curse on the entire city. Plague sounded nice.

Instead of flying solo, they joined a throng of petitioners who were entering through another smaller door set into the walls. A clerk, frighteningly close to death, filled down her name and reason of visit, her hand trembling and bottle green glass bangles shaking on her frail wrists. The interior of the palace changed with each reign to suit the tastes of the new king. Under Dushyant, the palace adopted a more simplistic, efficient and elegant taste as opposed the lavish, stifling and opulent ones popular elsewhere. The open-air walkways supported by intricately carved Greek columns were lined with plants, with their entrances covered with vines to keep out the oppressive heat. Niches and holes were carved expertly to keep the entire structure well ventilated and cool, and mats made of khus and hay were sprinkled with water and placed over windows to provide cooling. The sabha, a vast auditorium where the king held daily court, was shaped like a crescent moon, in keeping with astrology, architecture and symbolism. The thrones of the ministers and advisors kept descending according to rank, and were arranged like the twenty-seven nakshatras or constellations in the night sky, wives of the moon god Chandra, whose children were the establishers of Dushyant’s dynasty. The vast crowd of petitioners stood near the western gate of the court and headed one by one towards a raised platform at the centre, where they could be seen and heard by all as they talked about their concerns. The king however, was absent. No worries, thought Shakuntala. What’s a few minutes compared to twelve years? She and Bharat instead sat down on one of the cushions placed there, and waited. It was all they could do.

[zephycluster]

Precolonial HWS SEA Rant Post, feel free to ignore

If you're still reading, then you're probably looking for evidence or some juicy tidbits to throw back at me or to try and find dirt to cancel me, like typical Tumblr/Twitter. Go ahead, I don't really care.

First off, let me just say that If you like Precolonial South-East Asia AUs, feel free to keep enjoying them. I will respectfully support your passions from afar. This post is just to explain why I don't like it, especially the way they keep insisting/portraying PH in it.

Still here? Then let me begin.

Since the recent confirmation that the ASEAN Six Majors (Can't really say ASEAN 10 atm since it's still missing some people) Were completed and the Ma-Phil-Indo Trio was included, there has been a large surge in 'Precolonial' fanarts and portrayals of South East Asians, those three especially.

Even long, long before, circa 2010's ish, a rather well-known fan universe known as 'Maaf' dealt with their story and how their Author thought their intertwined histories went. Written by (my best guesstimate) an Indonesian writer who wants to explore the old, SEA bond.

When I first stumbled across Maaf (I was in Highschool at the time, around age 16-ish), I took a casual interest in it and tried to read it through. But, I will wholeheartedly admit that at the time, Pre-Colonial cultures of South-East Asia in general, let alone Philippine, did not really interest me that much. The focus (I think) was mostly on Indonesia, a country I didn't really know back then, and the liberal use of 'ancient' names and artwork just made it feel like an entirely Original Work (that needed a degree in History to really appreciate) and not something from Hetalia. I also completely disagreed with what I could gather was the story's portrayal of PH but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Do I hate 'Maaf'? No, I don't hate it. Do I wish I never came across it or that it didn't exist? Of course not. Just because I didn't enjoy it or appreciate it that well doesn't mean I wish any ill toward it, its fans, or its creator.

Fast forward to April 2021, the long awaited inclusion of South East Asia to the canon Hetalia verse. I was happy, the other fans were happy, all was good.

Then started the questionable fanarts, fan theories and fan pairings.

Especially the expansion of Precolonial! PH.

Let's go back to Maaf for one moment. From what I understood of Maaf, PH there was a character who once was like all the other South East Asian cultures, trading with them, all around being a nice family.

But all that changed when the Spaniards attacked, so cry the precolonial buffs. They destroyed everything, ransacked and marginalized the tribes, erased everything that PH was!

Did that happen? ABSOLUTELY. The Spaniards had this vision in mind that they must spread Christianity to all of the 'savage, unchristian heathens' of their realm. :V /s

But back up a second, back to PH's portrayal in Maaf. The way she (yeah, she) was portrayed there was that she was slowly losing her memories of being a 'true' South East Asian and grew more and more westernized in the process, like some sort of Culture-specific Alzheimer's or something.

Firstly, that is seriously depressing, and secondly, I just really don't see that happening.

Here's why.

Point 1: Even before Colonial Masters, Filipinos as a people cannot agree on anything.

I'll just begin this segment with a Philippine proverb that outlines what Filipinos call 'Crab Mentality' or 'Crab Bucket Mentality'.

"You don't need a lid for a container when you're keeping multiple crabs. If you keep at least two crabs together, they will just pull each other down instead of helping each other up."

I don't know how it goes with Indonesian or Malaysian history class, but what I know of my homeland, both pre- and post-colonial history, we were never really 'united' or 'together' in the sense that Indonesia and Malaysia were (from what I assume).

Let me pull up a somewhat related question on r/AskHistorians.

The reason I brought this up as it shows the reasons why, in my opinion, a single entity that is 'Precolonial Philippines-tan' is an impossibility.

The answers are long and would extend this already long post to stupid proportions, so I'll just quote relevant sentences. The link is here for those that wanna deep-dive into the answer.

"All this to say that there wasn't a name used for the entire Philippine islands before the Philippines that people now would agree to. An interesting comparison would be the Holy Roman Empire, which might also be characterized as disparate politico-geographic groups of relatively small size that had a history of relations between each other, but one thing they had that the Philippines did not was a common language, or at least a family of mostly mutually intelligible languages, so that the name Deutschland or Germany isn't terribly offensive to anyone. If you called the Philippines the 'Lupang-Tagalog' or even 'Lupang-Tao' the other ethnic groups would protest."

For those in need of translation, 'Lupang Tagalog' means 'Land of the Tagalogs' and 'Lupang Tao' means 'Land of People', specifically. The first one is already exclusive and offensive, as the Tagalog peoples are but one of many ethnicities here.

And for the 'Lupang Tagalog' suggestion specifically, it's even more offensive as they are the majority ethnicity (not by much, just around 28%) From this chart from Geography Now! It would basically be alienating everyone else in the 72% remainder that isn't 'Tagalog'.

And even 'Lupang Tao', the most generic name in a local language you can think of, would be met with contempt because the name itself is in the Tagalog language.

Just travelling between two individual island groups today would sometimes require a translator because the words can change very rapidly and very drastically. Here's a sample of some differences coming from a friend living in Visayas (in Red) vs. the words I know living in Luzon (In blue).

Ate vs. Manang = Older Sister

Ibon vs. Pispis = Bird

Tumawa vs. Kadlaw = To laugh

Takot vs. Hadlok = Fear

Kain vs. Kaon = To eat

Ngayon vs. Subong = Now, at this point in time

Iyak vs. Hibi/Gibi = to cry

Talampakan vs. Tiil = Foot (in Tagalog, the word retains its 'body part AND unit of measurement' meaning)

Tulog vs. Tuyo = to sleep (Tuyo in Tagalog is either a dried salted fish or 'to dry')

The kicker is that just like Tagalog is just one of many languages here, so too is the language my friend speaks. Ask an entirely new person, like someone from Mindanao, they'll probably have an entirely new set of words.

It's not just Luzon vs. Visayas vs. Mindanao, either. Here's a map listing some of the ethnic groups here.

Even the way they're written differs from location to location.

While we're on the subject of Island divisions, a casual skim across Twitter and Tumblr has shown that their Precolonial PH has been one of the following ancient civilizations: Tondo, Butuan, Sugbu, Namayan. There may have been others but that was what I have found.

Notice how even today, the posters of Precolonial PH can't seem to agree on what he's supposed to be? With Indonesia it's either Majapahit or Srivijaya and Malaysia it's usually Malacca iirc.

What is the big deal? Well, let's go back to the Ask Historians post. "Why didn't the Philippines ever change its name to remove the colonial mark that being named after a Spanish King has?" The answer: "If you suggested something dating to precolonial times, the other ethnic groups would protest."

Since we're on a roll with maps, let me bring this up.

As you can see, the precolonial PH posts have a reason to not be able to agree on one thing, as there is a LOT of options. Do you also see how THAT list is also split up?

It's split up into those aligned with China (Sinified), aligned with India (Indianized), aligned with the Middle East (Islamicized), and no alignment (Animist). Now, let's go back to the main suggestions for which Kingdom/Polity/Civilization/whatever Modern Philippines used to be.

If the Filipino peoples' couldn't agree on something as simple as WHAT TO CALL THE LAND THEY'RE LIVING ON, what more a living, breathing, walking, talking entity that is supposed to be a beacon of all of their 'unified' culture? ESPECIALLY if that entity used to be a currently existing Kingdom/Polity/Rajahnate/Sultanate/whatever.

Tondo? "Of course, always the damn Tagalogs. Tagalog this, Tagalog that. First the capital city, then the language,* THE REST OF US EXIST, YOU KNOW! What about us in Visayas? Mindanao?"

*The national language known as 'Filipino' is just standardized Tagalog*

Butuan? "Wait, you want Butuan to represent us? They're they only Indian-aligned city in the Islam-majority Mindanao! They're not even that many of them! I'm not gonna change my religion!"

Sugbu, the other name for the Rajahnate of Cebu on the map? Lemme bring back my Visayan friend again. According to her, she hails from the Hiligaynon part of Visayas.

"Sure :v and the other islands are what?

Chopped liver?

Not to mention the language and writing barrier helloooo"

And Namayan? Well. I'll let this pic speak for itself.

To summarize, no matter who you pick as Modern PH's previous identity, it will not end well nor be accepted by the other Kingdoms at the time.

"So where does that leave Modern PH, he had to have been ONE of them, right?"

Well, not really. He doesn't HAVE to be one of the Ancient Kingdoms that lasted till the modern day. I mean, predecessor representatives exist in Hetalia canon, after all. Like Modern Greece is a different character from Ancient Greece, Ancient Egypt and Modern Egypt, heck even England and his brothers have a canon mother that was the rep before them.

Or you could even use the same logic that Germany does, in that each specific region has/had its own representative and that Modern!PH is just the 'mediator' between them (cause gawd does PH need one). There could be a Tondo, a Namayan, a Butuan, and a Sugbu, all arguing and this Proto-PH is just trying to make headway in making them all satisfied.

But, even after all this, there is another reason why I personally don't subscribe to the 'Precolonial PH' idea, and by tangential extension, the Indo x Phil pairing.

Point 2: Even without intending to, Precolonial Indo x Phil just comes off as patronizing

This second point is just ENTIRELY personal preference and barely has any facts to back it up.

Again, if you like the pairing and disagree with me, You do you. I will respectfully support you and your passions from a distance.

But for me, Indo being Phil's seme/bae/boyfriend and consistently bringing up precolonial times just comes off as patronizing.

Just one more time, I'd like to point out that I am NOT bashing Indonesia, its people or the subscribers of Indo x Phil. This is just how the pairing feels to ME specifically.

The way I see it, Indo x Phil as a pairing, especially if it extends back into precolonial times, reads the same way as a long-since married couple where the husband/wife CONSTANTLY brings up that ONE outing you had together, or that ONE prom night where you kissed while dancing, even it happened like 30 some-odd years ago and so much more happened since then.

Even in a platonic sense, It reads like two besties where one ALWAYS mentions stuff like 'Yeah but you looked so much cooler back in High School' or 'Back in Grade School you would've known that', or 'Remember back in Pre-school we did X? How could you forget that?'

How does one respond to the notion that no matter what you do now, it will never compare to a past you've already forgotten or barely remember? That the best version of 'you' is already long gone?

"That's because the westerners made you forget your culture! You gotta take it back!"

While it is true, yes, as a collective we barely remember the Kingdom that commissioned the Laguna Copperplate, or created the Banaue Rice Terraces, or created the millennia old bonds that we still share with Indonesia and Malaysia.

But to keep pushing the precolonial identity would be to neglect and cast aside the one REAL binding belief and culture that spans the entirety of these islands we call the Philippines.

We take on all the bad stuff that happens to us, conquer it, and make it our own. Be it natural disasters, foreign powers, or negative stereotypical mentalities.

Yes, we've forgotten the ancient kingdoms of old and are just now digging through the closet for those remnants of the past. Yes, the colonizers imposed that on us, and made us forget. But in the process we've also taken everything that they left behind, everything that they threw at us, and created something that can only come from us.

The lanterns that the Spaniards used to light the way to the morning masses they made us attend became our globally known symbol of Christmas. The junked vehicles that the Americans left behind in World War 2 are now rolling works of art that announce themselves loud and proud on the streets (for better or for worse). The iced dessert recipe that the Japanese forced us to learn while they were occupying the country is now so distinct and famous it is synonymous with us, and is so delicious even Italy has taken notice.

Even after all this? Even after all the 425-ish years total we have been under a foreign power, with all the progress we've made as a country, a people, and a nation, you would still imply our fragmented, jigsaw puzzle state of being in the past was better just because it was pure 'South East Asian' like everyone else?

We might not be as well put-together as Indonesia or Malaysia, but we made this melting pot of angry, leg-pulling, dogpiling, Native, Mestizo, Chinoy, and Fil-Am crabs OURS, damnit!

It's now 4:30 AM and I have work in 5 or so hours. I'll be going to sleep now.

[soukokuwu]

could i please get a super soft scenario of just being on a date with dazai? maybe he had a bad day, so the reader decides to treat him for dinner, letting him choose their meal. afterwards, sitting on the grass at a park, with a blanket around them and watching the sunset. him cuddling into her, while she runs her fingers through his scalp and kisses his head. tysm :) i love ur writing and u seem like such a cool person irl

LOVEBUG.      genre. fluff      synopsis. people can change, even the most unlikely ones.      word count. 1.4k      author notes. this took so long for me to get out i’m so sorry!! but thanks for waiting, if you’re still here, and tysm for your kindness anony <33 hehe someone thinks i’m cool :3

times change, and so do people.

you are the catalyst of dazai’s change, the one that takes over him akin to a hurricane overwhelming a small city. but whereas a hurricane leaves a destruction in its wake, you grew flowers in the barren soil which was his life. where he would once rather drown in the ocean, now he drowns in thoughts of you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

there was a time where he would rejoice in being alone, to stop putting on a facade. because truth be told? it’s tiresome. but funny enough, where he deigns to be himself on a day-by-day basis, he deems it worthy when it’s with you.

because how can love be real when he doesn’t bare himself?

which is why when a case earlier that day reminded him of the only loss he ever grieved, he gets the overwhelming urge to just see you, to hug you and inhale the scent of your hair, the scent that naturally calms.

it’s a wednesday, and he usually doesn’t come over on work nights, but he can’t help himself. dazai allows himself to drag his feet over to your apartment uninvited.

tap. tap. tap.

slow, and weak, on the mahogany door.

you only just settled down after a long exhausting day at work, but already an unwonted visitor. you stifle a grumble, socks muting your harsh stomps against the marble floor, but any trace of irritation is carried away by the wind when you feel the familiar texture of bandaged arms brushing against your skin, and the subtle elation under his controlled murmur.

“i’m so glad to see you.”

you take a moment to collect yourself, before you return his hug. you stop yourself from asking the obvious ‘are you okay’ because you think it redundant. for dazai to go out of his way and visit you out of the blue? something is definitely bothering him. but it isn’t your place to pry — you know it’s impossible for him to talk about his cases (you deduce that it’s the only factor in the current that would make him feel this way). however, there is one thing you can do as his girlfriend.

make an effort.

you drag your boyfriend inside and shut the door behind him, observing as he flings himself down onto the sofa, the perfect embodiment of exhaustion. whatever it is that managed to bring him down this bad just means you have that much more work to do to pull him back up. and no, you don’t mind at all, actually. on the contrary, you love being the one he entrusts these particular notions to. you know he would rarely ever let anyone else’s actions dictate his mood. except yours.

in that honeyed voice of yours, you lean down and let your thumb ghost his lips, earning yourself a pout from your boyfriend as he looks up at you. “tell me anything you want for dinner, i’ll whip it up for you,” you offer.

dazai grins, sitting up and presses the tip of his nose against yours, a glint in his eyes. “i know just the thing i want.”

“are you sure this is all you want?”

dazai chuckles at your skepticality, offering only a grin in response, jabbing his fork down onto the meat and swallowing it readily.

now it’s your turn to giggle. it still baffles you how this is his idea of a perfect dinner: crab from a can with bottled sake from the supermarket. he’s aware that you can cook up a much better, high-end version of this, with your knack for fancy plating and wanton knowledge of compatible herbs.

but you know better than to question it. his answer would probably be much too complicated for you anyway. so you roll with it. not everything has to have an answer. you know when probing is unnecessary. this is one of those times. it isn’t too difficult to just be content with what you have. because you are. very. just lounging with dazai, sitting on the floor eating on the coffee table.

it’s simple. homely.

the both of you have a lively debate on the alleged corruption of one of the state senators, occasionally being sidetracked by the music playing on the television. by the time the two of you finish up, you notice the sun sinking lower and lower against the sky. you glance at your watch, twenty-three minutes left, give or take.

“what is it?” dazai asks with a simple head-tilt and wondering eyes.

now you grin in reply, “come on, let me take you somewhere.”

fifteen minutes later you’re leaning against his side, sitting on the freshly cut grass, watching as the sun sets on the horizon, the orange resembling fire hearths and tangerines. you feast your eyes on the sight before you as the rich hues of orange blends with purples and crimsons.

you always liked sunsets. they remind you of fresh colours brushing upon a blank canvas, leaves you wondering how something so beautiful managed to exist in the first place.

“a masterpiece, isn’t it?” you subconsciously ask, your gaze fixed on the sky before you, an unobstructed view thanks to your many-a-times spent wandering around the park near your home.

“yeah, it is.”

dazai isn’t agreeing with you though, not completely. because while you’re admiring the scenery, he’s admiring you. you’re the only masterpiece in his eyes, a timeless existence being captured in the lock of your gaze. he shifts his pupils back to the centre before you can catch him staring at you, though.

but he finds that that mere few seconds of admiring you isn’t enough. so he casually lays his head on your thighs, much to your surprise. you try to lean back, aware that it isn’t the most flattering angle for him to see you in, but he reaches up to move your face back into place.

“you’re beautiful, belladonna, don’t hide that.”

you can feel a heat creep up on your cheeks as you sheepishly smile back at him and give in. besides, when have you ever been able to say no to him?

and maybe now you do understand why he prefers the simple things. because as the blanket of the velvety night signals the end of the drowning sun, a thought pops into your head.

there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. because it’s not about what you’re doing, it’s about who you’re with. and never did you think you’d ever be enough for someone as prodigious as dazai osamu, but that isn’t important. what matters is that he thinks so, and he does. you know it. he’s shown it to you countless times, even if they are through subtle, unconventional means.

so you text your boss to request a sick leave tomorrow, something you have never done so just because you’re the hardworker that you are. but when you peer down at your beloved boyfriend’s blissful face, you think that some things deserve more weightage in your life as opposed to corporations that largely looks at their workers as being replaceable.

that night you wrap the blanket you prepared around the both of you as you shift to lie down on his chest, letting the steady pulse of his heartbeat envelop your ears. you call out to him, only to get his rhythmic breathing as a response. slowly, you flicker your eyes up to peek at him. he’s already asleep. and you exhale a silent laugh at how absolutely harmless he looks in this state.

he was the one that came to you seeking refuge from his troubles, so how did it end up helping you blow your own negativity away? he really is a remarkable person, you think.

“i love you,” you whisper to him, before you let yourself fall prey to your enervation.

and as your consciousness slips away, you think you hear the faint rustle of sleeves and the muffled murmurs of someone trying to tell you something.

“i’d stay alive forever if it meant i could spend an eternity with you.”

but you’re already fast asleep, and it’s okay. because the man with the voice responsible for such earnest words knows. he knows he’s going to spend his entire life convincing you so.

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Saw the passive abilities question, so now we have to ask: what passives would all the golds have?

I am SO sorry this took me so long to answer, but here I go!

Of course, I went the "creature the zodiac sign is linked to" way.

Aries:

You know how rams headbutt each other to assert dominance? The Aries Saint has the ability to headbutt people without gaining brain damage as a result. Well, jokes aside, rams can charge at incredible speed before attacking and have considerable endurance, so maybe the latter is what I can give the Aries Saint as an innate ability? Fights between rams can last for hours, so I bet the Aries Saint can keep fighting for much longer than a Saint normally can.

Taurus:

Rather than an ability, I would say the Taurus Saint has a tendency of being red-green colorblind, as bulls generally have dichromacy. In addition to that, I'd say the Taurus Saint is always the strongest, at least on a physical level, because bulls have incredible strength.

Gemini:

Well, I don't know? The gemini zodiac sign literally represents twins, so... I have no idea what kind of ability I could give the Gemini Saint, aside from an innate capability of bickering with their twin.

...

Okay, I'm done joking. Gemini represents Castor and Pollux, the Dioscuri, who are known for being excellent hunters and horsemen. With this in mind, I'd say the innate ability of the Gemini Saint is exactly that: riding and hunting. And this Saint can hunt anything.

Cancer:

... I thought I had no idea of what do write here, because, well, the constellation is literally just the crab that bit Hercules while he was fighting the Hydra. There's nothing associated with it, save for this fact, and that it was placed among the stars by Hera. But then I remembered that I'm supposed to take into account the animal itself as well, and crabs? They can themselves so well you can't notice them even if you walk right past their hiding spot. So this is what the Cancer Saint's ability. Hiding. Which, if you ask me, is an extremely useful ability, no matter how proud the Gold Saints are.

Leo:

I wanted to say "the Leo Saint has the ability to run after a laser pointer" so bad, but then I remembered that one video I watched of lions being completely uncaring of laser pointers so... guess the joke died before existing. Anyway, the Leo Saint is probably known for ability to deliver short but powerful attacks, just like real lions. They don't have much in terms of stamina - remember, we're still in the superhuman category here - but they are powerful by default. Also, using the Nemean lion to my advantage, I'll say the Leo Saint can't be wounded easily. Just for a silly comparison: if another Saint lands face-first into the ground, there's going to be blood right away; is a Leo Saint lands face-first into the ground, there's still going to be blood right away, but only because Leo would kick in the teeth whoever slammed him on the floor. Basically, it takes effort to draw blood from a Leo Saint.

Also, a Leo Saint that's also a woman has a more refined hunting instinct, because I watched way too many documentaries in my life and I know that a lioness does 99% of the hunting work and it's better at it.

Virgo:

Does the ability of never getting laid count?

This one is tricky, because Virgo represents Astrea, the celestial virgin and goddess of innocence, purity, and precision. Since these don't really qualify as abilities, I looked into her mythology and remembered that she's closely associated with Earth. Because of this, I believe the Virgo Saint's ability is to communicate on a deep, spiritual level with the essence of Earth and its creatures. Which is not too far from what's actually depicted in canon, after all.

Libra:

The Libra Saint can always find the perfect balance. Doesn't matter if it's physical or metaphorical, Thanos would die of envy for how perfectly balanced everything is for this Saint. Aside from this, which is more of a practical ability, the Libra Saint has also the amazing capability of being always able to find loopholes in laws (Libra represents justice and law, so... yeah), and can always know if someone is innocent or guilty.

Scorpio:

Oh, here I go, let me butcher my sign completely. My first thought was that the Scorpio Saint is actually venomous (god, I hope I used the right word, we only have ONE in Italian for poisonous and venomous). Not like a certain Pisces Saint we know and love, of course. Just like with Taurus, it's a characteristic and not a passive ability, but I do have something else as well.

And that something else is an ability to survive even in the worst, most dire conditions. Scorpions, unless you straight up crush them under your foot, are extremely difficult to kill. They have a tremendous immune system, they literally don't drown, they can slow down their metabolism when there's no food around, you can freeze them completely and they'll just walk away once thawed, and they can live in harsh climates with no issues. In light of this, the Scorpio Saint is extremely difficult to kill, and can resist most life-threatening conditions with ease. I'd say is a good passive ability to have, for sure.

Sagittarius:

It goes by itself that the Sagittarius Saint has the innate ability to be absolutely amazing with bow and arrow, but another passive ability they have is horse riding. Lastly, since the constellation actually represents Chiron, the Sagittarius Saint is an excellent mentor and teacher, better than anyone else.

Capricorn:

Goats can climb near vertical surfaces, and so can the saint of this constellation. It's a really useful ability, especially when it comes to stealthy missions and the like. Alongside this, the Capricorn Saint is probably a really good swimmer, since the constellation is half goat and half fish, although not as good as the Pisces Saint.

Aquarius:

Oh, here we have some troubles. The Aquarius constellation represents Ganymede, Zeus' freaking cup-bearer. He's a hero, yes, but he's known for having enchanted Zeus enough to gain a place in the Olympus as an immortal. What does this leave me with? A Saint that has the air association of the sign, the water association of the constellation, and the fascinating beauty of the myth.

Let's just say that the Aquarius Saint has the perfect mastery over ice (which is canon) because air and water? Come on, it's the only thing I cant think about. That's the passive ability, an insane control over water and air that translate in mastery of all ice things. Plus the ability to enchant even the gods, because the Pisces Saint is not the only enticing person of the Sanctuary.

Pisces:

I'd say the passive ability of the Pisces Saint is swimming like a mermaid, aka quickly, efficiently, and without needing as much rest as a normal human. Some powerful Saints can also find themselves able to breathe underwater, but it's a rather rare ability that doesn't show up often, and not many are willing to try breathing underwater just to make sure.

And that's it, since the other somewhat passive ability I love to give every single Pisces Saint (and not only the canon ones) is venomous blood and plant toxins immunity.

I don't know if I nailed or failed this answer. I'm mostly going off of stuff I know out of the top of my head, because I'm a sucker for nature documentaries and documentaries in general, so there might be some stupid things sprinkled here and there.

Doesn't matter.

Once again, sorry for taking so long, and thank you for the interesting ask!

[starsuh]

if fwb!jaemin can’t have you for forever then you can at least get tattoos together

featuring. na jaemin x reader

genre. fluff | wholesome fwb!au | very slight angst undertones

wc. 1.2k

warnings. none.

soundtrack. tattoos togethers by lauv.

Spontaneity was one of the many characteristics of Na Jaemin that had drawn you to him. From when he had first suggested being friends with benefits after you had both gone through bad breakups last year to showing up at your doorstep earlier that day to go on a post-exams trip to the beach.

You still would’ve never expected this, however.

He grabbed your hand, giddily bouncing on the backs of his feet as he turned to you to say: "Let's get tattoos.”

The crowd flowed down the boardwalk the same way the Han River would always meet its banks, with you parting its waves as you stood with a shocked countenance. Fishermen and tourists alike grumbled as they bypassed your still figure, staring at the grinning man with a look of utter perplexity.

"Let's get what?" Your brows furrowed. You must've misheard him, surely. 'Let's get tacos' sounded more likely coming from the man who could stand in the face of any type of seriousness and laugh. Tattoos were meant to last forever, something that people with your type of friendship never had.

"Let's get tattoos together," the corners of his lips upturned, pulling your interlocked hands upwards. "So we can remember this."

Jaemin had an inner happiness so independent of the outside world that his smiles burst from within rather than of masked pretenses worn in obligation. Often times, you found yourself almost envying his nature until you found it directed towards you.

You could only laugh, allowing the boy to pull you beside him and continue your path across the boardwalk. You leaned forward to better assess his expression. “For real?”

With the afternoon light reflecting on his clear skin, he looked like molten gold and the promise of happier days. His eyes twinkling as he looked down at you looking up at him. His other hand reached up to pat your head to which you ducked away with a scoff, resuming your pace slightly behind him. You hid your smile with a cough.

He tugged you closer to the shore, away from the crowd. Kicking off your sandals, your feet dug into the warm embrace of the earth. Jaemin followed suit.

"Yeah," he said. "We could get matching crab tats to commemorate the time we thought we had syphilis."

"Oh my god, for the last time, crabs aren’t-“

"Anyways!" He clapped his hands. "It's a cute idea, right? You're welcome."

"Getting that permanently etched into my skin sounds like I'm asking for bad luck," you paused. "Or asking for actual crabs."

"Listen," Jaemin placed his hands on your shoulders, catching your gaze with a countenance so serious that it caught you off guard. "Whether it's ocean crabs, STI crabs, or crab tattoos, as long as it’s with you I’d be fine with any of them."

You could see the wind-stirred shores in his eyes. If you were braver, you thought, you’d submerge yourself upon their depths completely. All else but him would be but one blur, and you’d find yourself falling so deeply in love with the feeling that you’d choose to stay there, with the sands and waters, no matter what, even if such feelings weren’t meant to be had for the boy with shining eyes and a smile brighter than the sun.

But, it was only a joke. Such an outcome could only be made in jest, in the universe where the two of you existed on parallel lines, close but never intersecting. So you laughed. Laughed and shoved him away, tumbling onto heaps in the sand at the absurdity of it all. The lingering seriousness in his eyes, however, would remain in the back of your mind as you contemplated the unexpected request.

Like clockwork, he tucked himself behind you; legs beside your hips and arms around your waist. A soft kiss was placed against your neck, not out of want but out of simple reassurance. You supposed there were some things in life that would never numb or dull, his warmth one of them.

“Are you actually serious,” your brow raised. “About the tattoo thing?”

“Yeah,” he hid his face where your shoulder met your neck. “Why not get a tattoo with a person who means a lot me, you know?"

“But why?” The unsaid question rung in the sudden silence. ‘Why want permanence for something temporary?’ After all, the unspoken rules of being friends with benefits was that it would end when either, one, feelings got involved or two, when one finally found someone they wanted to be serious with.

“Because, I love…”

He sighed, turning you around so that you were facing him.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, though he didn’t need to. Jaemin didn’t kiss like how books described and movies portrayed. He kissed like he was telling a story; the one of you and him, on a beach, far away from the rest of the world. It was the promise of a new reality. Of heartache and passion. Friends didn’t kiss like this, you thought, and a softer voice in the back of your head whispered back: nor do friends with benefits.

You hovered soundlessly against his lips afterwards, simply feeling each other's presence. This was intimacy— the revelation that you could be the truest form of your whole being and not fear judgement or reprisal. He had always been that person to you, but you had never realized until now, with his hands tightly grasped around yours as if he feared that at any moment you might let go.

“I know that we might not last forever but you don’t understand how badly I want us to,” his secret was whispered against your lips and caught by the wind. “I think the thing I’m most afraid of is forgetting. Forgetting our memories and everything you've made me feel, because I don't think I understood what moments were worth making memories of until I met you."

You kissed him once more like a silent prayer to any god who could hear you that the next words to leave your lips wouldn’t end in regret. “Fuck it, let’s do it.”

He tilted his head in question. “What?”

“Let’s get tattoos.”

And that's how you found yourselves at the tattoo parlor three hours later, admiring the small bandages on both of your left wrists. You ended up getting the crab tattoos much to Jaemin’s happiness. They were smaller than a thumbnail and laid in the center of your upper wrists like an oath that you found yourself not minding.

Yours was done first and you loved it before you even saw it. It was simple and inked with black but you didn't need more than simple, not when someone as thoughtful and kind as Jaemin existed in your universe and wanted to stay in it.

When Jaemin’s was done, he had immediately barreled towards you and attacked you with a tight hug, twirling you around and off your feet. You laughed without care for volume or pitch as you playfully smacked his shoulder to put you down.

He leaned his forehead against yours with what could only be described as a love-struck grin (you didn’t understand how you hadn’t seen it sooner). “Hypothetically, what would you say if I asked you out on a proper date?”

You smiled and reconnected your hands with his. “As long as we don’t order crabs or get more tattoos on it, then I hypothetically might just say yes.”