#sara gleeful

[oursouthdownstuff]

Here is another Commision I got from https://turquoisespace35.tumblr.com/

I actually recieved this on April 12th of last year, But never got around to posting it, These OC's belong to her.

Gwen Pines - Mixed Martial Arts.

Phillip Pines - Kung Fu.

Sara Gleeful - Taekwondo.

Chase Corduroy - MMA.

You can learn more about them on her Deviantart Page: https://www.deviantart.com/turquoisespace35/gallery

Also please consider this a Sequel to this past Commission I payed for: https://www.tumblr.com/oursouthdownstuff/651972535526866944/this-is-an-art-commission-i-got-from

[malice-and-macarons]

Check Sara, choose Sara, vote for Sara Berry

[d-criss-news]

Sara Anne: Loved seeing Darren Criss tonight! What a beautiful holiday show! I loved how he mentioned so many Broadway Classics through out the show! It was a GLEEful performance!

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

I posted 8,023 times in 2022

That's 3,135 more posts than 2021!

5,236 posts created (65%)

2,787 posts reblogged (35%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@weirdthoughtsandideas

@soylunaoncrack

@iristhedeadflower

@violettaoncrack

@countessofravenclaw

I tagged 5,665 of my posts in 2022

Only 29% of my posts had no tags

#sara's 1 year sl rewatch - 861 posts

#violetta - 465 posts

#the epic violetta rewatch 2: the rainbow season - 383 posts

#the epic violetta rewatch - 352 posts

#soy luna - 321 posts

#thanks for the ask! - 258 posts

#nordic s3 release rewatch party - 236 posts

#(not) very fabulous diary entries - 155 posts

#franletta - 104 posts

#sara's gleeful gleewatch - 102 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#honestly the sl fans scare me sometimes they feel like they’re more aggressive than like… the v-lovers who are a more chill bunch of people

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me: Makes one (1) swedish post

Every swede ever on Tumblr:

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#4

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#3

What I like about Steddie is that it’s for once a good mlm ship for Steve.

I said what I said.

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#2

I really shouldn’t be so worked up about people thinking we never feed our guests, cause no matter how much we explain that we of course offer food for guests, there’s always gonna be people who question us anyway + trolls just living life and exaggerating everything.

It doesn’t help that us nordic people just are socially awkward too, and that can always make us seem like we are more coldhearted than we are.

Also, just so y’all know: We aren’t the biggest food people, we’re more into fika (Google it) - we’re very happy and eager to offer you coffee, cookies and whatever we baked/bought from the bakery. But when it comes to offering dinner, we’re often more awkward - we can be like ”are you eating here or are you eating home?” - and the guest can be awkward about it to, ”No it’s ok, I’ll eat at home” or ”I’ll eat here… if it’s ok”. And that’s just how it is. We’re awkward about it, but of course, we will offer food? And if you’re staying the night, then you will OBVIOUSLY get dinner + breakfast guaranteed.

And perhaps it doesn’t matter if I explain that, cause people might think it’s weird anyway and question it. Or other swedes who don’t agree with me. We’re all different.

Anyway, don’t jump to big conclusions for a country you don’t even live in and have never been to - the craziest people will always be the ones you hear about, just like with any country. Like I have heard so much weird stories about people from America and it’s often I can jump to conclusions everyone in America acts like them - which I at the end of the day know is not true.

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[wyvernest]

cregan stark x f! targaryen! reader

first part - previous part - next part | all chapters list

>>Queen Rhaenyra has sent you away from the brewing war to safety since your brother, Jacaerys, has secured the Pact of Ice and Fire. You have to honor it by marrying Lord Cregan Stark, Warden of the North.

cw: slow burn, fluff, eventual smut, angst, follows book events with slight deviations, im planning to let jacaerys live!! every chapter is about 2 -2.5k wc

chapter cw: tension, fluff, angst, cheek kisses?, half of the wedding, angsty letter from jace

Your heavy, wooden chamber door creaks open as gentle footsteps enter. A knock, a belated politesse, finally rouses you. You clumsily bring the covers up below your eyes. The sun is up.

“Sister.” A joyful girl walks up to you and sits on the edge of the bed. “Good morrow!”

“Good morrow.” You respond from beneath the white linen, wishing to reciprocate the amiability, yet bewilderment holds you back.

You momentarily recall your delicate situation, yesterday's festivities, Jacaerys leaving, and last night.

Last night. How Cregan welcomed you into his chambers and offered you a glimpse of his sentiments. How gentle he was, and most of all, how your heart fluttered in your chest when his lips touched your knuckles. How your mind numbed when you felt, even for a mere moment, his warm breath on the flushed skin of your hand.

You remembered how he escorted you back after you talked, your arm once again curled around his; how you felt his strength even through thick clothing. How he walked slower than his usually commanding stroll through the castle just to indulge you. How sweet his voice was wishing you a good night’s rest.

Though it's barely been a day, the fondness for the northerner that sprouted in your heart has grown undeniable.

“I’m Sara. I regret I could not receive you yesterday, I was on a scouting troupe, returning from White Harbour. You never know what ships dock on the east coast, ‘specially now that you’re here.”

“Sara!” You call aloud in sincere enthusiasm, finally realising who the woman is, and she quickly silences you with a gentle hand over your mouth.

“I’m not supposed to be here.” she giggles, smiling ear-to-ear at your gleeful reaction. “My brother wanted you to have your privacy.” She confesses, her voice descending into a whisper. “He thinks it would accustom you more painlessly into your new home, for that’s what he always does when he’s troubled.”

“He always does what?” You inquire, mimicking her tone like a young girl gossipping for the very first time.

“Retreats into the Godswood,” she waves her hand dismissively, “goes hunting, or even goes to other places I dare not mention yet.”

Oh.

Your eyes widen, and she becomes aware of the possible implications of what she said.

“Not those kinds of places. He means to be alone when he ponders his decisions. Some places are secluded even from me, though I’ve uncovered some, before he could even hold Ice in his hands.”

You smile, in relief, happy with the friendliness of your new confidant.

“Though usually I’d also feel the impulse to seek peace of mind in solitude, right now I want to be anything but alone.”

“Thought so.” She takes both your hands in hers, and a shiver runs through your spine at the semblance between his former gesture and hers. Brothers indeed.

“We are sisters now, you and I. And I do hope you do not resent me, for the reason you’re here.”

At first, you had your spite. Because of the position your brother put you in, the fear of being thrown in the arms of a monster while she had such a free choice. But Jacaerys eventually pacified you, and along with the reassurance that Cregan would make a more-than-fine husband.

And alas, she had no fault in the two mens’ negotiations.

“I do not. I am deeply grateful to have your sympathies.”

“So am I.” She moves away from you as if to leave, but seemingly remembers something of great importance and returns.

“Do not be fooled by appearances. My brother is one to care deeply, and love fiercely. And tonight will be about you.”

Tonight.

The wedding.

The bedding.

“Sara.” You grab her hand to hold her in place. “I’m scared. Of the ceremony.” You explain.

Your mother, Rhaenyra, and Daemon “The Rogue Prince” had a Valyrian wedding, in accord with Valyrian customs. But you were in the North, where, just like in every other part of the Seven Kingdoms, old gods or new, even highborn brides had to endure a bedding ritual.

“I’ll-”

You both turn as you hear three firm knocks on the door. Sara nods comfortingly, yet you do not know what she means by it.

She gets up and rushes to open the door, attempting to squeeze herself through the door frame, seemingly wanting to depart even before the other person gets in. None other than the Lord of Winterfell steps into the chamber, eyeing her with severity. She twists her face into a sly smile before running off.

“Good morrow, my lady.” He smiles, shutting the door behind him. “I see you two have met rather unceremoniously.”

“I’m not one for unnecessary grandiosity. Plain sincerity has always been harder to come across.”

You cannot help but notice he is now wearing a more homey attire; a dark grey linen tunic, dark trousers and a wide leather belt adorned with intricate decorations along its length. You relish the way he appears to be opening up to you, even through something as meagre as clothing.

“True enough. I hope she did not startle you.”

“Not startle, just…surprise. Yet I admit, it was a welcomed surprise. I found her endearing.” You disclose, wanting to encourage him to also be as open as his half-sister if he wished it.

He smiles, ever so slightly, and you invite him to sit on the edge of the bed with a friendly nod. Even if you still feel the polite need to hold the bed covers up to your neck abashedly, you cherish his presence.

“I have urged our tailors to make dresses suitable for you. For your family’s house and mine own. Whenever you are ready, Sara shall accompany you, tradition forbids me from spoiling the sight of you in them.”

“I will gladly have her with me.”

You smile at him, and a force you can only sense as longing pushes you forward, closer to him. When he doesn’t back away, you press your lips to his cheek into an enormously soft peck, an unruly strand of his hair tickling your face.

You lean back, studying his face attentively. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that. It was improper. But you’ll kiss tonight all the same. But his lover? Fuck, what if he does love someone else?

“She shall wait for you in the hall.” he breaks the silence, his eyes studying you in return, clearly searching for the sentiments that pushed you to such an act. You cannot tell if he feels pleased or simply softened his expression for you not to feel ashamed.

Damn courtesy.

He gets up to leave, and you cannot find it in your heart to ask for the truth. What kind of a man would admit to loving someone else so freely and remorselessly?

“Marvellous!” Sara compliments as she adjusts your hair over the last garment you have tried on.

Marvellous indeed. It is heavy and thick with white furs, as part of the wedding would be held outside, in the Godswood, yet it does not fail to astonish.

Around the neck, plunge silvery-woven dragons, meeting in the front, below the elbows which are adorned with more bright ornaments in shapes of pine leaves and branches stopping where the arms begin, akin to shoulder plates of heavy armour. Around the waist stands a leather belt cut into an upside down V shape that seems to drip down from the dragon heads, fire turned to ice; the belt itself decorated, but this time with northern motifs you have also seen in the castle of Winterfell itself.

Truly mastercrafted, and truly the union of House Targaryen and House Stark.

“I don't believe I've ever laid my eyes on a more beautiful dress.”

Sara smiles incredulously, yet accepts your amazement. For you, it isn't only the garment itself; it is its meaning; the acceptance of your new home, with the promise that the former would not be forgotten.

As the noon passes you return to the keep with Sara, the yards and homes quiver with life and mirth for the incoming celebrations. The great hall is being arranged, and you almost feel blameworthy for all the efforts put into the preparations just to live up to your rank.

Your maids aid you with the dress, the hair, and excitedly chatter with you about your presence in Winterfell, growing loud and unrestrained as you encourage them to speak their minds.

“My nanna worried that our fealty to you would bring naught but misery. That our Lord would march South in the midst of winter.”

“Gods willed it that he stayed. Most of us wouldn't have remained amongst the living to see the end of the war if he hadn't.” One of the older maids added while nervously fixing silvery ornaments in your hair.

“But are the Gods in their favour as well? Who knows what the usurper'll do if the Blacks do not prevail.”

“Lord Stark will have to bend the knee again.”

“After they've delivered justice to all fighting men.”

“I believe odds are with us.” You intervene, calming them down, yet disturbed with the memory of Luke. “Even against Vhagar, we have the most experienced dragon riders on our side.” You assure, more for yourself or for them, you do not know.

“Aye. What is strength if you do not have the wits to weild it?” Jeyne replies, one of the women you have grown closest to. You know dragons are not a force to weild as one would speak of a sword or a lance, but you bite back your tongue.

Whatever you could say would only make spirits boil again, and they seem to have just ceased worrying.

“It's done. As beautiful as the first sun after a harsh winter.”

As you walk down the hallways of the castle, all you can think of is how badly you wish your family were here. Your mother, brothers, sisters, Rhaenys and Corlys, even Daemon; how you long to see the familiar faces of the guards.

As you are escorted to the Weirwood tree, with people standing on each side of the path with such reverence in their eyes that it sends a shiver down your spine, a bellow rumbles from behind the dark grey cloud cover, faint shadows of white wings ripping through the skies.

Suvion emerges from the gloom, descending towards the castle, his wings hissing in the brisk air like winter winds as people gasp at the sight of him.

You hold yourself back, although you wish you could break away from the crowd and fly with him again. As if he understands, he lands at the edge of the woods and watches the glimmer of the candles and torches of the ritual from afar.

With your heart now full of courage that at least your dragon, of your entire family, would be with you for this paramount moment in your life, you step with new found confidence towards the tree, where Cregan stood waiting for you.

You accept him wholeheartedly, and as your hands are joined, you feel your skin cold against his. The heat of his touch draws you in, and you sinfully wish to make haste and finally be held in his arms, away from the frost of Winterfell nights.

When you rise back up and he places his cloak atop your shoulders with such gentleness that can only make you weak in the knees, you finally realise it.

You become aware, that you are now, and for as long as you live, his. You are to be and act as one, and be separated only by death itself.

Although normally it would have frightened you, the thought of it now grounds you and warms your insides. It was beautiful, and not every highborn lady had the privilege of sincerely blushing at her betrothed’s acts of kindness. You liked Lord Cregan Stark, and you can only hope he liked you just as purely.

As the ceremony in the Godswood ends, the entire court seems to be holding its breath.

“My lady wife.” Cregan declares, gesturing for you to wrap an arm around his neck. You almost forgot.

In a swift motion you are swept off your feet as he picks you up in his arms and starts carrying you back towards the castle as people cheer and come along.

The steady pace of his walking is both soothing and thrilling; it makes you feel protected and cherished, yet it reminds you of what's to come after the feast.

He carries you with an ease that stuns and entices you, with all the furs and heavy pelts, he manages to safely hold you.

Fuck it.

You wrap both hands around his neck, and you feel his grip on your legs and waist tighten as he continues to approach the entrance of the yard.

Pulling yourself closer, you once more lay a soft kiss on his cheek, feeling his body heat directly on your cold face, breathing in the unique scent of him.

People are quick to notice the display of affection as the cheering suddenly grows louder and wilder around you.

Warm, bright lights force you to squint your eyes as you arrive in the Great Hall and the people shout merrily, standing up from their seats.

Yet just as the festivities were about to unfold, the maester comes up to Lord Cregan and humbly hands him a raven message.

Your breathing stops. The people continue to cheer as mayhaps most did not notice the exchange, but you hear them no longer.

His brows furrow as he reads.

“We will be excused for now.” He announces to the maester and turns to you, holding out his hand. "Come. It is important.”

You heart beats like battle drums.

He takes you back to his chambers and shuts the door. For a mere moment, you dare believe it was only a show put up for the guests so he would slyly spare you from the bedding ritual.

Yet you would have preferred the ritual over the news you were about to receive.

“I must first apologise. It is not right to deprive you of the happiness of this night.” he begins, his voice as soft as always when he spoke to you, yet what he is saying does not let you relish in it. “But to hide this from you is to dishonour this night and the memory of it once I would have told you.”

Your hand quivers as you open the small scroll.

a/n: i would've made the font in the letter more mediaeval but i realised 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 for some and that's not the point

tags <3

tumblr is fucking with the tags ill figure something out

[turquoisespace35]

Some drawing I've made in the resents days. Basically this drawings restart the timeline in my AU

And Dipper now has a beard and mustache

[tobyarts24]

The Mabideon Squad

Mabideon Squad has arrived

[prettypianoprincess]

Just now realized its moff Gideon and not moff Gibbon (like the monkey)...

Wow every Gideon in fiction is a jerk aren't they?

[brainrot-the-frog]

How the Inazuma girls listen to you when you ramble

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A/N: back from the dead momentarily!! These are slightly more analytical in terms of character as opposed to the Liyue Version, but I still hope you enjoy!

WARNING(S):

TAG(S): Slight angst??

CHARACTER(S): Ayaka, Yoimiya, Yae, Kokomi, Sara, Baal, Kazari

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『 AYAKA 』 Your company is seldom for the Shirasagi Himegimi, as such, when there is a moment in where you can freely speak to Ayaka she latches onto your every word, almost afraid that if she doesn't pay attention you may flutter away, never wanting to see her again. Her conduct never wavers, her shoulders never slouched, you have her full attention so long as the world allows it. She's more of a listener, and a good one at that.

❝I'm at ease to see you unscathed.❞

『 YOIMIYA 』 Always energetic, never quiet. Yoimiya is gleeful to indulge in conversation no matter how long it may be. She'd gladly push aside previous tasks if it means she can talk to you and hear you ramble.. though.. do forgive her, but Yoimiya sometimes has the habit of speaking over you due to her own excitement, all to keep the conversation rolling is all.

❝Wow it's great that you managed to dodge those pesky trees! Oh that reminds me of this one time—❞

『 YAE 』 No matter what words come out of your mouth, no matter the tone, Yae never fails to maintain the same courteous smile and body language; But her eyes, her eyes are rich with affection and when they crinkle ever so slightly you know, you know you have her enchanted. She listens and beckons you to keep rambling, this is the appreciation—the affection that she's been conditioned to conceal— finally being displayed.

❝My, if this is what transpires when we are apart then maybe I should find a way to keep you here..❞

『 KOKOMI 』 Despite the vastness of her being, and her insurmountable eloquence, socializing has never been Kokomi's forté. She finds catharsis behind mountains of literature and runny ink. She views social interaction as a battlefield of invisible trip wires. She's content with listening to you in pure silence, however the illustration of a battlefield still yields her mind, but with you.. it becomes a mere playful engagement.

❝It goes without saying, thunder and lightning cannot stop you Comrade!❞

『 SARA 』 Sara is the calm before the storm personified. Always tense, always silent. You wonder if she's listening, she's truly unreadable; liken to worn out pages within an unnamed diary. A cage unwilling to open. But inside, a creature, so tense, so silent, yet it hears you. It sings in response, almost desperate. But it hears you. She hears you. She is listening.

❝I see, let that transgression not delay your objective.❞

『 BAAL 』 You walk upon pins and needles when in her presence, this will never change. The words you speak will be filtered to her preference and this will never change. If it serves as a consolation she is listening to you—of course she is, because she allowed you to, you only speak because she allows you. This will never change.

❝You need not fear thunder and lightning, you need only fear its conductor.❞

『 KAZARI 』 Kazari ponders often, worries often. Why do you speak to her in the first place? She is filth condensed, a flickering rotting specimen soon to perish once the arrival of the Destined One makes way. She knows this, she is aware. But when you unravel your latest adventure to her, Kazari cannot help but wish to stay, Is that selfish? Is it selfish that she wishes to hear about your latest fixation? She ponders, what would her best friend say. she worries, for herself—you. What will you do when she's gone? Who will be there to hear you?

❝May we meet again.. for my heart prays for us a happy ending.❞

[genshinlover101]

Hello, nice lady. I was wondering if we could request fluffy hc's for Amber, Lisa, Sara and Eula with a male s/o who's quite shorter than they are? And if possible, maybe have said s/o also be a bit self-conscious/nervous about being shorter?

Her with a Shorter S/O

Characters: Amber, Lisa, Sara, Eula x male!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Ah yes, I’ve written a prompt similar for Lisa and Eula so I’m just gonna link it for them, but for Amber and Sara I’ll be happy to do

• Amber is 5’1” (156 cm), she’s not very accustomed to men being shorter than her. She’s seen boys like Razor or Bennett be only two inches taller than her but never shorter.

• Even if Amber isn’t used to your height, she’ll never judge or point it out because she knew it was probably a sensitive topic for you. As an outrider, she was accepting of everybody regardless of shape or size.

• If anyone made fun of you or mocked your height, she’ll probably do something goofy to redirect the attention from you to her. She might turn it into a competition too, she’ll challenge whoever bullied you in a gliding competition to prove her superiority.

Amber, being a three-time winner of the Gliding Championship in Mondstadt, thought today would be perfect weather to glide together. The winds were strong and picking up and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky indicating rain. She stood at the peak of the cliff, her hands on her hips with her signature gleeful smile. “Kyah- this weather is perfect!” she shouted for all to hear even if you were the only one in the near vicinity.

She turned to you with an anticipating look on her face, extending her hand out to you. “Don’t be scared, I’ll help guide you. You can trust in me,” you took her hand trembling a little. You’ve tried gliding before but were never as talented as Amber, she always had to get you out of trouble. “Look we can glide together, I’ll even give you a piggyback ride?” She went in position for you to hop on her back.

You felt a little demasculinized, you getting a piggyback ride from your girlfriend? As if being shorter than her wasn’t enough. Your hesitation was evident. She peered back at you, only till she saw your nervous gaze was when she realized her mistake. “Oh- sorry I didn’t mean to offend you,” she stumbled to stand upright. 

The thought of Amber being taller than you wasn’t necessarily an ick for you, but you certainly didn’t like it to be rubbed in your face even if it was unintentional. She always told you being shorter than your girlfriend was a power move socially, but that only applied to certain couples. You cowered in your own little mental bubble.

Amber read you like a book once again, approaching you with her hand resting on your shoulder. “Listen, we’re far from the public eye. Apart of gliding is the feeling of freedom and carelessness. You won’t be able to glide properly if you continue to wallow in your own insecurities,” she sympathized.

Lisa with a shorter male s/o

• Sara is 5’6” (166 cm), Her being of the Tenryou Commission, she’s surrounded by big burly samurai who are all probably 5’11” plus. So when you come around shorter than her she is surely not used to it.

• Sara is fiercely loyal to her superiors, even if her morals didn’t align with whatever order she was carrying out. However, that didn’t include her father’s traditional request to wed a husband whose physical build exceeds her own. She was very protective over you because she knew how vulnerable you were.

• Even if she was infuriated by someone disrespecting you, she was a firm believer in ‘being the bigger person’ and not retaliating. Eventually, if it got any worse than measly teasing she’ll bite back, even if it was hypocritical of her. 

Sara was expected to attend a party hosted by her own father, the point was to maintain relations with powerful diplomats as the esteemed Kujou Clan. You attended as her plus one. You both walked through the large gala doors, arms linked together. Sara didn’t necessarily wear heels anymore because for your sake to fancy events, but this was an exception. 

Her father upon spotting you gave a dirty look, what an eyesore he would think. Sara however, didn’t care some relatives and sponsors came up to greet her. One man, in particular, came to greet her, he must’ve been over 6 ft tall and extremely muscular, the ideal male physic. He looked you up and down, “pftt, is this your servant miss Kujou? What a tiny man,” he scoffed.

She had a very unimpressed look. “No, actually,” she said with an attitude in her voice. “This is my boyfriend. He’s very cute isn’t he?” Her voice sounded strained, Sara was never particularly affectionate, especially verbally. But in these circumstances, she had to force words of affirmation. 

The man got the hint surprisingly fast, understanding the situation and how he wasn’t wanted anymore. “Whatever, he isn’t a real man, nothing but a boy,” he rolled his eyes. “If I may, I will be dismissing myself,” he walked away with no other sort of interaction.

“What a lack of basic manners and etiquette, how astonishing,” Sara hissed, she noticed you from her peripheral. Your aura was no longer as confident and your head lowered. “Hmph, raise your head. We have some others I am required to greet, and then we can leave this dump after,” she commanded.

Eula with a shorter male s/o

[monopoly-mountain-help]

Playlist for Gideon Gleeful

Charlie’s Inferno - That Handsome Devil

Christmas Kids - Roar

The Ballad of Sara Berry - Lindsay Mendez (warning for lots of lyrics about gore)

Great Vacation - Dirt Poor Robins

The Distortionist - Ghost and Pals

Everything Moves - Bronze Radio Return

Money - The Drums

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Being Life long friends with Sam and meeting Bucky unexceptionally when your in the middle of a life crisis

Being Sam Wilson best friend, and his family and your being family friends made your life fun growing up. It was like having a brother- but a brother you could send away too his home when you wanted too be more “girly” and play with his sister Sarah. Growing up with Sam it was a adventure he always got you in trouble. But it made life Fun.

You were one of the billions of people who Blimped. However when you returned. You were stunned too learn your husband Not only remarried but was married too the opposite sex of what you are. And that was a Curve ball you weren’t expecting. You and his new Partner fought for a week over who was the home wrecker. He stated you were since you were whipped from existence, while you said He was. Since you married your dum dum of a husband first. In the end your husband said he wasn’t going back too you.

Honestly you were relieved- you were having issues before you disappeared and you simply said that you wanted your stuff and you would leave... that’s when he informed you that he sold your stuff within a Week of dissapearing and giving your Favorite panda bear teddy bear too the neighbor who had a girl who was now five years old. You were MORE upset about the Teddybear then the marriage, or your stuff being Gone. Mr. P (your trusted companion thru out your life) has been their for you Thur heartbreak, the ups and the down. And you ere heartbroken that he gave up hope so quickly. But Mr. P being gone was the last straw.

luckily the neighbor understood and felt pity that you returned too Nothing and your husband left you for a man. And that you didn’t have a Job anymore. And basically had the cloths on your back and the few pieces of shirts you took from your husband. So they gave you back Mr. P.. who was missing a eye now and smelt of someone else. It didn’t smell like you and it made your return home too your parents depressing.

Sam was gone, he was blimped. Your friend Sarah was left with two little kids as you helped out. But when you got the divorce papers seeing your no good of a husband was claiming abandonment and wanting everything. You snapped. And you went too Europe for the summer.

Traveling, the food, the culture. Yu were Never alone in bed. It was a well needed mental break, No responsibility, No husband, No drama, just a break from reality. Then you returned home too see Sam was back. Captain America was Gone, and your life came crashing back. Fun was over. Time too restart your entire life.. and try too move on with your life.

Sam returned home as you and him had a few beers after work. Talking about life, the Avengers, Europe. (Most stories were glazed over. Mainly because you didn’t want too talk about the string of lovers you left behind in Europe that wasn’t you. You weren’t the sort of person too kiss or tell. Plus Sam was struggling he wasn’t mentioning it out loud but the lost of Tony Stark, and Now Steve he’s close friend in Washington it took a toll on your friend.

you use too ask about the Winter soldier The hot mysteries Killer who just Dissapeared and then was helping the avengers with the battle of basically life. Sam said he was a ass and that he wans’t much. You disagreed saying the mystery man was Hot. Which only made him question your values.

Sneaking over too the Wilson family was a common thing, you always walk right in, and they do vise versa. Today you got in early with a box of donuts from your mom shop you got up at 4 am too bake them as you got inside exhusted from your short shift it was almost eight am. As you got in seeing the boys were playing with a Captain America shield you walked over seeing someone sleeping on the sofa. Stepping over looking at it, ‘Holly crap that looks so real.”

“it is! Uncle Sam brought it over.”

“Shut up!” The youngest handed it too you as you held it. It was lighter then you imagined as you three played with it until you heard a deep voice. “Hey”

The three of you turned seeing the man awake he had a smile on his face as he waved at the three of you as you gasped, “Scatter!” The boys bolted as you put the shield down as you spoke, “Sorry-..” putting the shield down you spoke up, “I’m Y/N... ugh... sorry i walked in on the boys playing with it and- i couldn’t help myself.” He chuckled weakly shifting up as he said No worry as Sam walked into the kitchen.

“Hey Y/N” he reached over kissing your cheek it was a common greeting you both had. Since you were seven. You smield saying hey as he spoke, “what’s going on here? Your face is all red?”

Laughing weakly you shook your head, “Nothing! Nothing hey where is Sarah?”

“Not here- she went too the boat i think.”

You groaned hearing that. You were just at the docks at her boat looking for her- she wasn’t there. “No i was just there-“

“Sorry- oh so you meet?”

Shaking your head, “no- i mean i gave my name. He didn’t give his.”

Sam spoke, “good lets keep it that way.” You rolled your eyes, ‘your a prue gent Sam.” He rolled his eyes as the man chuckled as he spoke ‘I’m Bucky.”

Smiling at him Sam spoke, ‘hey- so.. Don’t mention the shield okay.”

he nudged his head at the shield that was leaning against the wall as you shook your head, “didn’t see a thing.. it’s not the real one is it?”

“yea- long story.”

you gasped gripping his arm, “Will I meet one of the Avengers? If I the Avengers are involved I’m going home too change out of my floured covered shirt.”

“No- No this is just Steve stuff.”

you meet Steve and even commented too Sam (when Steve went home) that if you weren’t married you would drool over Steve But at last.. you were married and couldn’t. But he was Fun too look at.

You nodded your head, “okay. Just- dont break it! With playing with it.”

Bucky grinned hearing that, you soon left as Bucky spoke, “So who’s that?”

“Family friend, she’s the kids godmother. And she’s like a sister so No flirting with her!’

“she’s not your special friend?” Bucky grinned seeing how he kissed her when he arrived as Sam spoke “gross No1 she’s like a sister she’s my best friend growing up she’s sensitive leave her alone.”

Later that day you arrived too Sarah’s Boat seeing Sam and Bucky were fixing it up for Her. As you walked over too the boat staying on the docks. Staring up at the two. they were having a drink as Bucky noticed you instantly wearing a plaid oversized shirt, some jean shorts that were covered in flour a grey -T shirt under the open plaid shirt and a grey hat. You wore sneaks as he smiled brightly, “hey Y/N.”

Smiling up at him saying Hey as Sam turned seeing you, “Yo Y/N what’s up?”

“where is your sister?! I haven’t seen her all day! It’s a small town!”

Sam rolled his eyes, “if you just carried a Phone you could joint the 21st century and Text her.”

Rolling your eyes at that. You stopped carrying your phone once you return from Europe mainly because you were getting Way too many text’s from the one night stands and everyone you wanted too talk too- you saw all day. You knew you should carry it for security and safety reasons. Plus playing music while you are alone in the morning working at the bakery would be nice. But you just keep forgetting. “I shouldn’t have too! She’s always other three places!”

Sam didn’t have the energy too fight but Bucky asked why you needed her so badly. As you spoke, “oh- Me and Sarah had planned something for tonight and I needed help with something nothing major I’ll keep looking for her-“

“Y/N!”

you all turned seeing Strewart dash over too you saying he had the fireworks . Which made you smile brightly, “seriously? “

“why you need fireworks?” Sam called out as you waved him off saying he would see later. You and Strew dashed off. Bucky couldn’t help but grin seeing you so gleeful.

“Hey- Stop looking at her-‘ Sam spat as Bucky chuckled softly saying okay.

It took you all day too find Sarah and too Get the “ritual” all set in motion. The Only thing your no good for husband had was your wedding dress. Mainly keep it because it was so exprience and he let he’s new Love wear it for a drag show. (The top was stained with makeup and it was in desperate need of some TLC ) but you got it.

Sarah suggested you just get ride of it. Which was such a marauded response. Get Ride of it? You couldn’t bar the thought of it being worn by anyone else. And the fact your husbands lover wore it. And ruined it. Made you decided too burn it. Too fully start anew.

your mom wasn’t thrilled with that idea. But Sarah was soon convinced espically seeing that the ball gown dress took majority of your closest.

it was her sons idea too attach it too a firecracker and fling it up into the air. And set it off. Which was a perfect idea.. which wasn’t very realistic So instead you figured. Fireworks by the water, and a huge Fire on the beach burning your dress and burning everything you had left of your former life.

Sam didn’t care one way or another that you did all this. He never personally liked your husband. By the time the fireworks were done, the parents went home and Sara’s kids went home which meant she went home. So Sam, Bucky and yu were sitting around the fire having drinks as you watched your dress burn.

“Y/N?” Bucky asked as you looked up too see him As he’s eyes brow frowned looking a t you, “you alright?”

nodding your head weakly you took a big gulp of beer as Sam spoke, “Hey maybe you should slow down.”

Shaking your head as you spoke, “I’m being reborn. Tonight Sammy.. No more stupid husband. i am officially Miss Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N again! I dont feel guilty anymore.”

“what you have too feel guilty for?” Sam said as you shook your head, “it wasn’t working before i dissapeared. Honestly we fought all the time. He was so controlling and demanding. LIke remember when i said that Winter soilder dude was incredibly Hot?” Sam chuckled as Bucky was stunned as he spoke “yea i remember you mentioning it.”

“that Jack ass- got so jealous. And of Steve! He kicked me out one night just because I had lunch with him and you.- that guy was a jackass and who gives up on their love after a week?” taking another drink you looke d at Bucky you were Far passed just a little tipsy. You didn’t care how drunk you got. Sam was here. And you were safe. “Would you give up on me. If we were in love? After a week?”

Bucky took a drink of his beer debuting on his answer mainly because he was worried he was overstepping on something between you and Sam. “No” he finally said as he spoke, “No i wouldn’t..” you nodded your head as you reached over patting his shoulder, “that’s because your a true gentleman!” He chuckled as Sam spoke, “okay.. your clearly drunk if your calling him a gentlemen.”

you laughed as you spoke, “i may be drunk Sir! But i can tell a gentlemen when i see one-“ you got up as you stumbled as Bucky swooped up fast catching you as you grabbed his arms. Feeling the hard metal arm as you chuckled weakly. “Hey you got a metal arm like that incredibly hot guy.” He chuckled as he went too talk but you patted his face, “you know- I told Sam the guy probably didn’t have enough hugs growing up.. you know your suppose too get ten hugs a day? Doctors prove it helps-“ you stumbled again as Bucky spoke, ‘I’m sure that’s it.” You chuckled as Sam got up, “Okay Y/N time too go home.”

“okay.... hey your getting blurry-“ and with that you passed out. Bucky grabbed you before you fell down as Sam sighed, “she’s having a hard time adjusting— I’ll carry her-“

“I got her.. lead the way.”

Sam didn’t argue he iddn’t really want too carry you all the way home.he could do it. But Bucky wouldn’t stugggle as much. Plus he was slightly tipsy and wasn’t sure he could carry you- without dropping you.

Sam let you all into your house. As Bucky carried you too your room. As Sam followed seeing how Odd how careful Bucky was with you. When you settled into your bed you mumbled something as Bucky covered you up As he smiled too himself before turning and leaving with Sam.

Sam watched as they left.

“So she doesn’t knwo about me huh?”

“No- thought i can’t wait too tell her tomorrow” Sam stated as Bucky grinned weakly. He couldn’t wait too see you tomorrow

[korra-the-red-lion]

Conflict.

Here’s a super random fic I wrote for Legends of Tomorrow! The pairing is Astra x Behrad x Spooner. This literally comes from me and my friend @sapphictv saying that Astra has two hands haha. I hope you enjoy!

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Astra, former queen of hell, badass sorcerer-in-training, killer of men and women alike, was very frustrated that she was unable to come up with a solution to this problem on hand. And what, you might be asking yourself, is that problem exactly?

In fact, it was two problems.

The first problem came in the form of Behrad Tarazi. The idiotic stoner who took nearly as long as his insipid sister in the shower slowly worked his way into her life with his charming smile and easy out look on life. Not mention, he looked damned fine in a suit. Astra would never admit it out loud, but she probably would have jumped him that day hadn’t she had amazing self-control. After her slip up of showing a sliver of interest in him that time, he only took that as a means of encouragement, something Astra would have never done intentionally.

The next problem was that of Esperanza “Spooner” Cruz. The frustrating little gremlin first sparked something inside of her when she was the first to support her after she had been tricked by that bastard Crowley. Then of course there was that hug they shared during the Galactic Bowling Match. Astra found herself constantly amused by the tiny woman’s feisty nature and even meaner tongue, unless it was directed at her of course. Even then, however, caused something warm to stir inside her chest at the thought of being the center of focus for Spooner.

So, needless to say, Astra was very angry. And nobody liked when Astra was angry.

So far, she had broken the coffee pot, told Nate to stop talking about Indiana Jones, punched the wall (though that had been an accident, mostly), and set fire to Gary (that had been intentional). Right now, she was seething alone in her room as she flipped through her books to see if there was a spell to help her remove her feelings for the two idiots on board the Waverider.

“Ugh, there’s nothing here!” she raged as she threw the book across the room.

Ava poked her head into the room with a small frown on her face. “Uh…hey, Astra? Is there something that’s bothering you? You just seem to be in a mood today.”

Astra rolled her eyes with an annoyed sigh. “Why would you think that? I’m obviously fine.”

“Hm, okay.” Ava took one look around the room when she noticed the spell book near her feet. She picked it up and took a quick look through it as Astra grabbed another one to get angry about. “’A spell to help you get rid of human emotions. Warning, side effect may include death,’” Ava read aloud. “What’s this about?”

“Exactly what it sounds like,” sneered Astra.

Ava frowned again as she nodded. “Right. Are you sure there’s nothing bothering you?”

Astra was just about to tell Ava to do something very vulgar when she sighed in defeat. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

Ava crossed her fingers over her heart.

Astra fell back into her pillows with a dramatic huff. “I believe that I may have…developed a crush on Behrad.”

“Oh that’s-”

“And Spooner,” Astra cut in.

Ava’s eyebrows shot up into her hair line. “Oh. OH. Okay, wow. I wasn’t expecting that.”

“How did this happen?” Astra grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it. “I’m suppose to be the bitch on board, and now I’ve been reduced to a wallowing puddle of misery.”

“I don’t think it’s a bad thing, Astra,” said Ava. “Maybe you could talk to them about it?”

“Absolutely not!”

“Oookay,” Ava twisted her mouth as she thought what to suggest next. Seeing as her only real relationship came in the form of one Sara Lance, she probably wasn’t the best person to help with this. However, Ava was a thinker, and she figured that there was a logical solution to Astra’s problem. When the idea popped into her head, Ava couldn’t believe how intelligent she was.

“I have an idea,” she said with a grin.

“Does it involve killing both of them and pretending that these feelings never existed?” Astra asked, with one eye peeking out from under the pillow.

“Even better.”

Astra doubted that there was something better than murder, but she decided to go along with it for now.

God, how she was probably going to regret this.

XXX

Astra decided that she was going to kill Ava once this was all done.

Her idiotic master idea was awful. Ava figured that if one of them made the move first, then that would be the one she should date. Simple enough, except in involved them being dumped in Star City to go on a ‘mission’ that Ava created specifically for them. When Zari got word that her brother was leaving without her, she got all annoyed and followed after them, so already the plan was falling apart. Oh, and she brought Sara with her.

Just kill her now.

Spooner scowled as she kicked an empty can away from the trio. “Why are we here again? I don’t sense any aliens nearby. Are we sure Ava got the details right?”

Behrad gave her an easy smile as he pulled out a joint. “Dude, just trust in Ava. She hasn’t really led us astray yet. Besides, it’s nice to get away from the Waverider every now and then.”

Spooner rolled her eyes. “I was enjoying my evening, but whatever. I’m going to grab something to drink,” she indicated the convenience store with a jerk of her head. “Y’all want something?”

Astra realized that this was her chance to be alone with either of them, but since it seemed Behrad was more concerned with his weed at the moment, it meant that she had a better shot with Spooner. With a heavy swallow of her pride, Astra flashed a smile at Spooner.

“I’ll go with you.”

Spooner shrugged but didn’t argue, so the two women walked into the brightly lit germ palace together. It took nearly all her willpower to not sneer nor gag at the sight of the pimply teenager behind the counter. His eyes most certainly went to look at her breasts, and Astra started to raise her hand to turn him inside out when Spooner grabbed it, interlocking their fingers together. Astra’s mind went blank as she started at their hands as her heart thumped uncomfortably in her chest.

“Please don’t try and kill the child,” said Spooner softly as she led them over to the cold shelves. “We’re here for a mission, remember? Besides, teenage boys are stupid, so it’s not worth getting all upset about.”

Astra had barely listened to a word she had said, as she was too focused on the hands. Were hands always this warm? Were you always able to feel a pulse in someone’s hand? Was her hand sweaty?! A million other thoughts zoomed through her head like a NASCAR. It wasn’t until Spooner snapped her fingers in her face that Astra joined reality again.

“Sorry?” she asked with a couple blinks of her eyes.

Spooner’s mouth quirked upwards in amusement as she pointed to the doors. “I asked what drink you wanted, carino?”

Astra didn’t speak a lick of Spanish, so she wasn’t sure what that last part was supposed to mean. Although she was curious, she didn’t ask. Instead, she reached for the can of iced tea silently. Spooner watched her with a thoughtful look on her face as she grabbed her own can of Coca Cola. She grabbed something at random for Behrad and together they went to the counter. The pimply monstrosity rung everything up and told the price with an obnoxious voice crack. Astra spared a glance at Spooner to see if it was okay to at least turn him into an opossum or something, but a quick shake of the head told her no. How disappointing.

It wasn’t until they left the store that Astra realized that they were still holding hands. She felt a surge of panic as they approached Behrad, but luckily Spooner left got just as they got there. She handed him the can of Dr. Pepper, which he took gratefully.

Over the comms Astra could hear Sara saying, “No, she hasn’t made a move yet. I’m getting really bored of waiting.” Stupid Sara.

Behrad cracked up the sugary drink with a gleeful look on his face. “Thanks Spoons! How’d you know Dr. P was my go-to soda?”

Spooner rolled her eyes, but her smile gave away her amusement. “Because I’ve lived with you for awhile now, dumbass.”

Astra watched this exchange with interest. Suddenly she was nervous. What if the two of them liked each? What if this was all for nothing? What if in her own self-absorption, she never realized the two of them had romantic feelings for each other? Now Astra was upset. She disguised her sigh of unhappiness with a grunt as she stalked further ahead. She could hear the two of them talking behind her, but she chose to ignore it.

Eventually, they made it to the area where Ava was going to send Gary to attack. Astra sat down moodily as Spooner did a perimeter search for safety. Behrad sat down next to her and nudge her with his shoulder.

“What’s eating you, Astra?” he asked kindly.

Astra glanced at him, which was a mistake. He looked so gorgeous under the streetlight. She turned away, disgusted by the blush she could feel on her face as she mumbled, “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.” Behrad scratched at his chin thoughtfully. “But I’m not going to push you to talk about. I just think you should know that I’m always here if you need a shoulder to lean on.”

Oh, how tempting was the offer to rest her head on his broad shoulders. Astra wished with everything in her heart that she could do that. She settled for a nod of acknowledgement instead. She frowned in thought as she turned to him.

“Behrad, can I ask you something, actually?”

Behrad had his can of soda halfway to his lips when he nodded. “Go for it.”

Astra wished her heart wasn’t racing as quickly as it was. Her throat felt dry as she asked, “Is there anyone on the Waverider that you have a crush on?”

The look on his face matched that of a deer in headlights. Slowly, he nodded as he looked her way. “Yeah, I do. But don’t tell Zari, okay? She’ll never let me live it down.”

Astra nodded. “Can I ask who it is?”

Behrad looked nervous as he ran a hand through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before finally settling on a nod. As he worked on the courage to tell her who it was, Astra could feel the blood pounding in her ears as her hands shook with anticipation. But just before the words could come out, there was a shout of surprise as Spooner ran over.

“Guys, the trouble is here!”

Dammit, thought Astra angrily. She thought that she had a couple more minutes before the arrival of that buffoon. With a huff, she stood to her feet to help get rid of the nuisance when she saw with wide eyes that a large grotesque demon stood in front of them. This was not part of the plan. It turned its fiery red eyes in her direction and bellowed.

“ASTRA, I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!!”

Now, Astra had done a lot of really terrible things while she was the queen of hell. It’s not like she remembered every single one. That was the case with ugly over there. She didn’t recognize him at all, but he clearly knew who she was.

Spooner pulled out a massive ray gun and fire several bullets at the beast. Behrad hopped into action by activating his totem and blasting sharp gusts of wind. Astra wasted no time in shouting out an incantation, summoning an army of shadow monsters to fight under her command.

While it wasn’t easy, eventually the demon got sent back to hell. Astra felt very wobbly on her feet as the draining effect of magic took a hold of her. The last thing she was aware of was the two of them calling her name as she crashed to the ground.

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When Astra came to, she was lying in the med bay. That wasn’t too surprising. What was surprising was her two guests.

Spooner and Behrad were both sitting next to the bed/resting spot/pod/whatever the hell you wanted to call this thing. Behrad was sleeping, his head lolled to the side as drool trailed down onto his shoulder. Spooner had been cleaning her knife when she realized that Astra woke up. She stomped on Behrad’s foot and instantly reached for her hand.

“Astra, are you feeling okay?” she asked tenderly.

Astra nodded, because she was pretty sure her voice wasn’t going to work at the moment.

Relief flooded both their eyes as Behrad scooted his chair closer. “Man, I’m so glad to hear that. The way you used magic was so badass, but when you feel I totally freaked out.”

Astra’s eyes flickered between the two of them and the conflict she felt instantly came back full throttle. How was she ever going to chose between the two of them? There was just no possible way. Astra in this very moment decided that she was going to never date either of them and just life the rest of her life out miserably.

She gently pulled her hand out of Spooner’s. Astra stared at the wall, not looking at either of them. Spooner and Behrad shared a look before Spooner poked Astra in the face. Hard.

“Ow!” Her hand went for her cheek. “What the hell was that for?”

“What’s going on?” Spooner’s tone left no room for argument.

“Nothin-” the look on both of their face shut her up.

“You can’t lie forever, Astra,” said Behrad calmly. “We aren’t leaving this room until you tell us what’s up.”

“I refuse,” she sneered.

“You made me do this,” said Spooner seriously. “Gideon, play ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ please.”

“As you wish, Ms. Cruz,” said Gideon’s voice over the intercoms. The Bonnie Taylor classic started blasting in the med bay. Worst of all, the two of them started to sing along to the torture. Astra only lasted 30 seconds before she begged them to stop, promising to tell them what they wanted to hear. The music shut off, leaving only heavy silence in its wake.

Astra clutched the arms of the chair and sent a prayer to her mother as she worked up her courage. “I…I like both of you.”

Behrad beamed. “Aw, I like both of you too!”

“Not like that!” snapped Astra. She sucked in a deep breath. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I meant I like both of you in a romantic way. Ava had planned this meeting so I could decide which one I wanted to date, but I now realize that it impossible. I’m sorry for putting us in danger.”

Astra was afraid to even look over, but she forced herself to do so. Spooner was watching her with a thoughtful expression while Behrad was still smiling. Astra was confused as to why he was until he reached for her other hand and grabbed Spooner’s too.

“Well, I know it’s a big commitment, but I’d be do down if all three of us dated,” he said cheerfully.

“HUH?” Astra was beyond confused. When she grew up, couples were just that: a couple. How did a relationship between three people even work? Was Behrad high?

But when Spooner gave an easy shrug and said, “I’d be willing to try if y’all are,” Astra was at a complete loss.

“Is…is that even allowed?” she hated how quiet her voice was.

“Yeah,” Behrad grinned. “I mean, polyamory is a thing, after all. If we all put in the work and promise to be honest with each other, I don’t see why we can’t make it work.”

Astra started at the two people who she adored more than nearly anything in the world in shock. They both were willing to do that for her? She leaned over and kissed Spooner first, not at all surprised to discover that her lips were chapped and dried. When she kissed Behrad, his lips were moister and softer. While both kisses were different on her lips, the excited jolt she felt from both of them was the same. Astra couldn’t believe her luck. She even giggled when the two of them kissed in front her.

Was this what love really felt like? Astra wasn’t entirely sure, and even though she was very nervous about it still, she was ready to see where this went.

[nobrashfestivity]

 Katsushika Hokusai, Woodblock Prints from Hyaku Monogatari [One Hundred Ghost Stories], ca. 1830

Hokusai only completed 5 plates for this, which presumably would have been 100.

The Ghosts are~ 

The Mansion of the Plates (Sara-yashiki)

After the maid Okiku had accidentally broken one of a set of elegant Korean plates, her infuriated master bound her and threw her down a well, where she died in body but not spirit. In 1795, wells around Japan became infested with a species of worm covered in thin threads, which people believed to be a reincarnation of Okiku; the threads being the remnants of the fabric used to bind her. They named it “Okiku mushi” [the Okiku bug]. 

Obsession (Shûnen)

The snake here represents obsessive jealousy, an emotion thought to transcend death, and wraps itself around a Buddhist memorial tablet (traditionally placed on an altar at the home of the deceased). The bowl of water decorated with the swastika appears to be a good luck offering: though tainted by its association with National Socialism, the swastika has been an auspicious symbol for thousands of years in cultures from the Ukraine to the Aztec Empire.

Kohada Koheiji

Based on a real event, the cuckold and murder victim Kohada Koheiji returns from the dead to torment his cheating wife and lover. Here he grins over the top of the mosquito netting that surrounds the bed of his killers.

The Laughing Hannya (Warai-hannya)

This gleeful cannibal is an unholy union of two other monsters: a “hannya”, whose jealousy has turned her into a horned demon; and a “yamanba”, who dwells in the mountains living off the meat of kidnapped children.

Oiwa (Oiwa-san)

The young Oume falls in love with the married samurai Tamiya Iemon, and her friends try to get his wife Oiwa out of the picture with a gift of poisonous face cream. When Iemon abandons his newly disfigured wife, it sends her mad with grief. In her hysteria she runs and trips onto a sword, cursing Iemon with her dying breath — and then adopting various forms to haunt him, including a paper lantern. 

Source: Library of Congress

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

As a european I always get surprised when 16 year olds have their own cars and can drive

[littlepotatowizard]

Dandelion Seeds

A/N: Oh, this is the first time that I’ll be posting a fanfic after a long time. Hope this turns out good ‘cause I’m running on angsty music and 3 cups of coffee right now (I’m going for a fourth cup, just watch me) lol.

Edit: Link for Part 2

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Ah, sweet dandelions. Always waiting for the wind to take you with it aren’t you? 

A lone boy sat on the edge of a rock in Starsnatch Cliff. Lyre in hand, soft notes flow out of the instruments, singing of a melody in the days past. As the notes are plucked on the delicate strings of the lyre, the wind surrounding the figure gently picked up, seemingly trying to pass on the melody to a distant land. 

The melody, which brought peace on the area, slowly comes to a decrescendo, signaling the coda, was halted by a high-pitched squeal. The boy, startled by the noise, plucked the wrong string that caused him to wince. 

‘Well, so much for peace, I suppose?’ He thought as he tried to look for the source of the distraction. Looking down from his perch, he spotted a young girl running away from a group of Hillichurls. Seeing how terrified the girl was, he leapt from his place in an inhuman height. Observing the distance between the girl and the monsters, he landed with great force in their midst, startling both parties. 

“Hey, I don’t know what she did for you to chase her out, but will you stop it? She’s so young and she’s already scared enough.” He told the monsters as he stand in indignation. This was met with angered snarls and growls. Sighing in exasperation, he summoned his lyre. This action of his was perceived as a threat by the Hillichurls which caused them to charge at him. 

With an elegant strum on the strings, a small, but strong whirlwind was created and took the monsters in its swirling torrents, sweeping them away from the two. A sound of awe was heard in the forest and the boy faced the young girl. 

“That was awesome Mister! Thank you for saving me!” The young girl said as she bows in gratitude. The boy deduced that she must be an outsider from Mondstadt based on her gestures. 

“You’re welcome! But, you see, this area is dangerous to be alone in. Where are your parents?” He said in a friendly voice so as to lessen the girl’s fright. The young girl gently shook her head and faced him with a carefree smile. 

“I don’t have my parents right now, We are just visiting from Liyue! I have my Grandma right now.” She said, her smile brightening. “What is your name, Mister?” She asked with a tilt of her head. The boy laughed at the enthusiasm of the girl before him. “My name is Venti and I’m the best bard of Mondstadt! How about you? What’s your name?” 

“My name is Nozomi!” 

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After rescuing Nozomi from the Hillichurls, Venti took it upon himself to bring her back to Mondstadt. While on their way to the walled city, he learned the reason as to why she was all alone in the forest. 

“We we’re on the way to the city when I asked my grandma about the glowing round flowers.” She started while happily picking a stray pinecone on the base of a tree. “She said that they are Dandelions. When you blow on them, the flowers are then scattered in the wind together with its seeds.” Venti hummed, urging her to continue. 

“Grandma picked one and showed me. When she gently blew on it, the flowers fly into the air and I asked her if we can get some more,” She then picked up a couple of carefully plucked dandelions to show him. “But Grandma said that there are more in Mondstadt. When we arrived, she asked me to wait in a restaurant called “Good Hunters” while she goes to meet someone...” Her voice grew slowly quieter and she started to fumble on her blue dress. 

“She promised that she’ll go with me but it was so long so...” She trailed off. Venti sighed shook his head. 

“-so you decided to go on your own?” He finished. Nozomi timidly nod her head. Venti noticed her crestfallen expression and felt a gentle smile work its way on his face. 

“Worry not now, young one! I, Venti. the greatest bard in Mondstadt and in all of Teyvat, will get you back with your beloved Grandma!” He said joyously, in hopes of making the young girl smile again. Nozomi looked up at him with happiness dancing in her eyes. 

“Thank you, Venti! You’re the greatest bard in all of Teyvat!” She declared as they both laughed and hurried to the city. 

---

It was already dusk when they entered the city’s gates. A frantic woman awaits on the stairs leading up to the plaza. Venti recognized the woman and called Nozomi to follow him. The woman, who noticed the bard, let out a sigh of relief. 

“Oh, lord Barbatos, thank goodness that you found her, Venti!” the woman said as she rushed to them. Venti, in return, smiled gently as he took Nozomi from behind him to bring her before the woman. 

“Do not worry, Sara. She is safe, although, it is in good graces that I found her. I found her in Starsnatch, being chased by Hillichurls.” At this, Sara’s face drains of color. She immediately kneeled to the girl and checked her for any injuries. 

“Miss Sara, I’m okay! Mister Venti saved me from the monsters with his powers!” Nozomi said with a toothy smile. Sara shook her head slowly at the statement. 

“Nozomi, please do not do that again. Your Grandma was worried when I told her that you snuck out.” Sara told her while leading them to a table and offers them Radish Veggie Soup and Sticky Honey Roast. Both Venti and Nozomi marveled at the delicious foods laid in front of them, the scent wafting through the air and enticed their hungry stomachs. Sara softly laughed at their antics. 

“Please eat up! I know that walking all the way from Starsnatch to Mondstadt must have been quite a trip!” She said as she turns to Venti. “Again, I am truly grateful to you, Venti. Thank you for bringing her back. Her Grandma will be delighted once she comes back.” Venti looked at her and saluted while his cheeks are stuffed akin to a squirrel. 

The night was then filled with laughter and perhaps a choking sound from a certain hungry bard. 

---

Alas, after eating their fill, Venti prepared to leave, as he needs to visit a place before the night gets too deep. Nozomi gently tugged on his green cape with a look of wonder and expectation in her eyes. 

“Mister Venti, will I see you again?” She asked with an eager smile on her face. Venti mirrored her expression and tapped his chin in a contemplative gesture. The anticipation of the girl for his answer was broken by his gleeful laugh as he messed her hair. 

“Perhaps! Maybe the winds will allow us to meet again!” He said and placed his hands on his hips. “But for now, I must go! You see, the greatest bard of Teyvat never rest!” Venti laughed as Nozomi repeats with a ‘Yes! The Greatest Bard indeed!’. Venti bid his farewell to his newly found friend and headed to the place he goes to when he needs to think. 

---

“Took you long enough.” 

A voice greeted him as he neared the enormous tree in Windriser. He gently laughed and held out his hand to the elderly woman waiting on the steps of the Anemo Archons’ statue beneath the tree. The elderly woman took his hand and allowed him to lead her up to the base of the tree. 

“I will lift us up, do not loosen your grip okay?” He asked, even with full knowledge that the woman trusts him fully with her life. 

“As if I will let go, you mischievous bard!” She quipped. Venti chuckled as he summoned a gentle gust of wind that lifted them up to one of the tree’s branches. When they reached it, Venti gently allowed the woman to settle down on it before doing so himself. 

They did not speak a single word for a while, allowing the breeze from falcon coast to sway the leaves and create its own natural tune. The peace and quiet washing over their being. 

“It seems life has been quite good on you huh, [Y/N]?” Venti started. He heard the woman beside him softly laugh at his words. He looked at her quizzically, puzzled as to why she is laughing. 

“Is that your idea of a heartfelt greetings to me, Barbatos?” Upon hearing his name and the jest she threw at him, he sputtered and looked at his side, rubbing the back of his head. 

“W-well, you see...we did not particularly end in good terms and um-” he frantically said, which caused more laughter from the woman. 

“You are still the same, huh?” [Y/N] nostalgically murmured as she closes her eyes to enjoy the gentle breeze passing the tree once more. This caught Venti’s attention as he focuses his sight on her. Her face radiates peace and the happiness of reminiscence. “All of the things that happened before are beyond me now. I understand you and-” she paused, looking at him with gentleness in her eyes. Gentleness that was brought by the wisdom and the years she lived through. 

“I am sorry, only thinking of how much it hurts me, but not how much it hurts you more...” [Y/N] said quietly. 

Ah yes, that day is still fresh in his mind, for it happened in this very place too. 

///

‘Forgive me, [Y/N]...’ A silent plea resonated, hoping to reach the crying woman’s ears. 

Her pained, choked sobs pierces his heart like a hot knife. He cannot bear to hear her be in pain. He badly wants to craddle her to his arms, kiss all her pain away, vanquish all her tears and sing to her all the songs that he can conjure for he loves her,  but he cannot. If he allowed himself to, then, he will not be able to keep her away. 

‘Venti... why? Am I not good enough? Please tell me the very reason...’ She quietly asked, her teary eyes persisting on focusing to his beautiful aqua ones. Once the color of her favorite clear skies, now riddled with storm and unsure. 

‘I cannot hold you back selfishly...” Venti kneeled in front of her touching her cheeks softly, caressing her tears. His eyes looked at her with gentleness, though she can see pain beneath it. “You have so much for you. I am an immortal. I can live for so long, but you cannot. I-I cannot just hold you back from all the things life can offer that I cannot give to you...’ He told her as new tears welled up in her eyes. 

‘I can experience it all with you. All I want in life is you. You are more than enough for me. You... you are my happiness. My light.... please do not push me away from you, my Love...’ [Y/N] reached to touch his cheeks, trying to hold her lover’s face again. Her actions are desperate. She does not want to lose him like this. 

‘I promised you, no matter what, I will always love you, even at the very last of my mortal breath.’ [Y/N] said firmly, reminding him of the vow she gave him years ago at Starsnatch. 

Her words seems to have reached him as his face briefly flashed in reminiscence, but it was quickly washed over by seriousness as he shakes his head. 

‘I also promised you that I will do everything that I can to give you the life you deserve...’ These words of his made [Y/N]’s heart clench in dread. She knows his next words. 

‘But this is not the life you deserve. You should be out in the world, experiencing things and not be stuck here with me. Your time is counted, therefore you should be able to do what you want and not be held back in here just because of me.’ He told her as he touch his forehead with hers, lovingly caressing her hair and silently engraving the scent of it in his memory for probably the very last time. 

‘Is-is that it? J-just because I am mortal?’ [Y/N]’s question startled him. He looked at her in shock. 

“No! I- you misunderstand-’ ‘I do!’ [Y/N] moved away from him, removing his hands from her cheek. 

‘I do, Barbatos.’ His name was uttered with so much venom, it may as well kill his heart. ‘What can a mere mortal, such as I, offer an Archon like you? Love? Ha! Mondstadt’s people already love you. What is one compared to a city?’ [Y/N] said bitterly as she stood up, jumping from the tree branch that they were previously perched on. 

‘If you just wanted me gone before I expire, you should have directly told me.’  Venti tried to reach out to her as she began walking. The wind picked up, perhaps a reflection of the bitter end of their love and romance. 

‘Farewell, lord Barbatos’ 

///

After the remembrance of their bitter past, Venti reached out to hold her hand and looked at her with gentle, loving eyes. 

“I know, and it is past me too... I’m glad that you found your happiness now. She’s an energetic child, like you before.” He said with a knowing look at his eyes. [Y/N] laughed, unsurprised that he immediately found out. 

“Yes, yes she is. A rambunctious little flower. She probably took after her Grandfather...” Venti’s grip on her hand slightly tightened. His heart clench a little, but hid all his pain with a smile. 

“He’s a good man. He thinks of others before himself. Loving and selfless...” Unspoken words are left to the wind as they both understand the meaning. Venti caressed her hand gently as he watched the cranes beneath the tree. 

“I am glad you gave love another chance. It is all I wished for you, after that day...” He said as he longingly looked at the distance. Pushing down all the feelings that wants to resurface. 

“Do not give me that look!” [Y/N] said as she pinched Venti’s cheeks, stretching it slightly that makes him look like a squirrel. “Come on, I’m old now. Find someone your age, Old man.” She quipped at him, poking fun of his actual age which caused him to chuckle. 

“Then I am still qualified then!” He said with laughter in his voice. [Y/N] narrowed her eyes on him and flicked his forehead. 

“Seriously, no. You don’t.” She said sternly, sighing inwardly at the bard’s quiet laughter. 

“Venti, I am close to my sunset days.” She started. Her words silenced him as he held her hands once again while looking at the distance. 

“I know.” He said in reverie. His grip on her hand slowly tightening. 

“I know, but my love stays the same.” He declared “Maybe in the next life, we will meet again.” Venti looked at her with a knowingly sad smile. 

“When that time comes, I will never let you go again.”

[Y/N] smiled at him gently, a friendly smile that wishes to see him again. 

“Well, then, when I pass on, may I request one thing so that I can find my way back to you again?” She requested. Venti’s eyes widened with wonder and a questioning look on his face, but urged her to continue, fully willing to do whatever it is. She gestured for him to come closer to whisper her request. 

---

A day like any other greeted most of Mondstadt’s inhabitants, well except for a girl in black. Her face was covered by a black veil, her hands holding onto a velvet pouch. The people of Mondstadt who passes by her gave her sympathetic looks to which she nods at in recognition. She was mourning, but glad that the people around her were there beside her. Helping her move on slowly, but surely. 

As she was about to pass the plaza, the guards near the main gate pointed at something approaching. The people become alerted and awaited whatever is going to rush through their city. But all of their apprehension and panic was washed over by amazement and wonder. 

A strong gust of wind led thousands of dandelion seeds through the city, filling it with its sweet aroma. 

The girl opened her velvet bag and took out its contents: an anemo vision and a dandelion necklace. She smiled at the contents and clutched them to her heart. 

---

Sat atop the hands of the statue of Barbatos, Venti looked over the scene with a loving, gentle smile on his face as he strums his lyre, playing a sweet love song. 

“Do not take long, okay?” 

///

‘What is your request and why do you want to whisper it?’ he playfully asked her. [Y/N] laughed and urged him close. 

‘Well, when I pass on, go back to the Cathedral and then...’ Venti hummed to let her continue. 

“Let the wind carry all the Dandelions to lead me back to you.”