#sesa is just

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Lifeboat 04 Evening Sailing

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For a horrible moment, Sesa was scared the little Bitta, Lana, had vanished. Gotten out of the safety of the crate and with the work Sesa had been distracted by. Gutting and processing as much of her catch as possible, between catching some more. Sesa had wanted to get as much as possible before going home and surprisingly… She filled the carrying crates with filet and gutted fish.

Even had enough of the leftovers that she was both full and had what was left to trade with the rock crab trappers at the town docks. Maybe with the general store too, for dry goods before going back home by dark. 

Those thoughts had led Sesa to coming to check on her tiny guest. Sort of fishing partner, as it was the good luck of the bitta that was seemingly helping.

Only Lana did not respond at first when called. Even when Sesa carefully took the top rope off and lifted the lid as quietly as possible. Wincing at the sound the wood made but no response. The wishboat and liferaft were still there, there were signs that Lana had eaten a bit more. 

Alarmed at the dangers of someone that size on even Sesa’s relatively bare boat, the woman was about to lift the crate but caught the barest sound. Sesa flexed her hands in the air after carefully letting the lid rest down. Listening intently and watching before catching the whisper of sound again, and then Sesa stilled. Her shadow was blocking out most of the direct sunlight. 

The woman rubbed her right hand on her clothes, reached in and saw the flutter of movement again. Lifting one of the fee edges of the scarf, catching a bit of off color between the stitches. Lifting the edge and saw the bitty form laying down under the small shelter of the cloth. It took a surprising amount of self control to not let out a large sigh, but Sesa had to reach carefully over.

A finger carefully touched Lana’s back, just long enough to feel the human, bitta, breathing. Slow, and small in comparison, breaths of someone in that was just that tired to sleep through normally questionable sounds. The temptation to pick up and hold, that almost childish want to just hold someone so tiny, almost won out. Almost. Nearly.

Sesa sighed only once leaning back and pulled her hand away. Paused and nudged the lift raft a bit farther away from Lana’s spot so if it did move it would not hurt her. Carefully putting the lid of the crate back on, and the line to hold it on.

“What’s wrong with you Sesa?” The woman muttered to herself, huffing at her own reactions. It took ages, but there was proof of the stories of the bitta, but it was also just a scared girl, or young woman in her fish crate. The fear of before was very real, not hard to miss. Now that the excitement had been tampered by familiar work, even if more than normal, Sesa could recognize that Lana did not know what she was. Sesa might as well be not just a giant to her but a possible monster that admitted to eating things raw for survival. A hand rested over Sesa’s very full stomach, having to stop eating it was strange to her.

Sesa was catching things that would likely eat the bitta.

“Uuhhmph…” Sesa groaned to herself, sitting back on the bench, not expecting to have anxiety today that did not revolve around wasting money on bait and not catching enough. She had run out of bait a few hours ago but was still catching things with some of the organs of the catches. 

She might need to use the crate Lana was in, or just save a few whole fish that were just gutted and headed to trade? 

“How am I going to hide her?” Sesa muttered as she looked up and watched the flags above flickering. The afternoon to evening wind coming from offshore was kicking up. It was tempting to stay and keep fishing, to fill the hull and just get home to finish processing and go to town another day. The other crates were full now, and she had said they could head back inland. 

She would not be that greedy, Sesa got up to start making sure her sail was still good. That strange anxiety coming back as the woman thought of the size of the bitta, human. Most animals would be a hazard, unaware feet as well. What felt like a short size for her old sailboat was just too big for Lana it seemed.

Hells, her life raft had benches and signs that many of her kind would fit in there.

…would Sesa’s own home be safe? She did not have hollow walls, it was solid stone and some wood. The safest spot, at least temporary, for the Bitta might be on top of the dining table. The old thing was her grandfather’s work, and mostly held Sesa’s assorted projects with a space set aside for eating. 

Would that be rude to set Lana up there for at least a day or two? That's where some of her miniature plant gardens and… and.

Sesa felt herself flush as she awkwardly remembered that there were also the tiny Bitta house sets. Half made, some finished, others not yet finished being carved. Not knowing it would be the fairy garden or house models equivalents. Something that was more a small creative hobby for Sesa (pun not intended), in the quiet times between work. Even in the dull winter it had been enjoyable.

Would Lana be offended, or mind? There was a bed in one spot that was… older.. maybe a bit big for her size. Sesa made a mental note to get the bed out and change the fabric inside so it would not be dusty. At least she could offer a clean bed for Lana, even if the Bitta did not want to stay with her for long.

[1driedpersimmon]

Arknights doodles again ☺️ last doodles of the year heh

[smallestchurch]

[ksksksrahrah]

[urwendii]

Friday! I've managed to finish my msv and ainursesa assignments yesterday. Sadly I don't think I'll be able to get an update for Qorinómi tonight.

D-2 of my race and I need to squeeze in one last training today as well as prepping myself mentally bc I might just die considering I just realised a few days ago there's a portion ran in the sand (if you have never tried running in sand it's awful) and im out of my depths distance wise.

But with all that past me in a few days, updates will hopefully go back to the usual schedule and I have upped the chapters count by one (and possibly 2) chapters.

💋

[shirogane-oushirou]

so uh. aheem heem. anybody here play AK? djdbdjjx this isnt really selfship related and i don't normally post gacha profile info outside of my initial "i made an account!" posts, but everyone on this side of tumblr has been super chill sooo~!

we can trade clues in the base and i can shuffle other ops in if you need to borrow someone i have for an event! this is my only gacha game, so i'm on top of it if you'd need anything!

(for anyone who doesn't want to bother with the image, i'm Ro#6367!)

[matchasu21]

i may be delusional about this but Sesa’s horns looks like something out of homestuck

probably gonna regret saying this 

[fictionalthrill]

Forced Hand: Chapter 1 - Inescapable Past

A/N: Greetings! Here is the first chapter of my Gwayne Hightower series. Sorry for making it such a late post! Thanks to whomever takes the time to read my writing. As I mentioned yesterday on this post, this series will not be fully canon nor will it accurately follow details from the show/book. I will follow certain details but given the nature of the story, I will take many liberties. Also, I will do my best create a HoTD environment through descriptions and dialogue, but I don't expect that to be accurate either...

Also, I will now present my blog as an 18+ space given the route I plan to take with my writing. I don't plan to write anything explicitly salacious, but certain topics and themes will come up and I just want to be cautious.

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Description: Lady Y/N Blackstone is informed by her father that he intends to arrange a marriage for her... again. Meanwhile, Gwayne gets a visit from his father. WARNINGS FOR THE CHAPTER: Nothing that requires warning. Pairing: Female Reader (Lady Y/N Blackstone) x Gwayne Hightower

There were many ways in which Y/N’s day could have started. However, as she tried to indulge her morning meal, the way her day already unfolded was certainly not what she had expected.

         “I’m sorry, father, but I must refuse to this,” she said.

         “Refuse? Darling, you cannot simply refuse, this is not how things work,” he said.

         “I believe I should be allowed to refuse yet another forced marriage attempt. I do not need to be married off, I can survive on my own. I say you do not concern yourself with me and rather focus on Lorenah’s future.”

         “Y/N, you are my daughter, as is Lorenah, both your futures are of my concern.”

         “But to go through this again? I do not wish to endure all I did the first time. I would rather Lorenah’s prospects are secured, properly, so she does not suffer the same fate as me. The rest does not matter.”

         “But it does. Who shall provide for you and look after you once I am gone?” her father said, but then found himself in a cough fit. Y/N went to stand to help but he waved his hand. “I am alright.”

         “I do not need to be looked after, father. Besides, I am far from the preferred marriage age, and my prospects have long been tarnished. You know who made sure of that.”

         “You are not far from the marriage age. It might not be the ideal but—”

         “What has brought this on again, anyways? It was aunt Sesa, was it not?”        

         “Your aunt—”

         “I knew it,” she cut him off and stood up. “Any time that woman visits she takes it upon herself to intervene in our lives and you let her!”

         “Y/N.”

         “No. She intervened when you try to marry me off and we all know how that went. Then she rushed you into finding Aianna a match, and now she’s back looking to start things up again.”

         “Y/N, how can your future be ensured if I am no longer walking the earth?”

         She came closer to him and took his hand in hers. “Father, I understand you care and in caring you worry for me, but I will be fine. Besides, I’ve already spoken to Aianna, and her and Lord Corbus are more than happy to take me in, if needs be.”

         He removed his hand from hers. “You’ve discussed this with your sister?”

         “You didn’t really believe I hoped to give marriage another try did you?”

         He stared at her. “That was not for you to discuss.”

         “No? Father, it is my life, and the last time it was in someone else’s hand, I was—”

         Just then, Sesa appeared in the room. “Good morrow, Lord Blackstone. Ah, Y/N!”

         “Aunt Sesa,” Y/N grumbled as she walked away from her father.

         “Sesa, morning,” Lord Blackstone greeted.

         Sesa approached the table and took a seat.

         “I am going to see how preparations are going for Lorenah’s arrival,” Y/N said.

         “Oh, Y/N, has your father told you the news?”

         “That—”

         “I was actually discussing it with her now.”

         “Oh, there’s no need for discussion this is great news!”          “I beg to differ,” Y/N said.

         “Y/N, it is unbecoming of a lady of your age and stature to be unwed.”

         “What is unbecoming is to be engaged one day only to find out the next it is no longer so.”

         “Y/N,” her father tried to reign her in.

         “Well, yes, that is unbecoming and unfortunate. But it does not define the rest of your life. Being a spinster, however, that can stain a family name.”

         She walked towards the doors and turned to stare at her aunt Sesa. “My status has not affected this family in any way. Aianna was able to marry well and Lorenah has garnered the favor of many suitors already, all awaiting the day father accepts an offer for her hand.”

         “Y/N,” Lord Blackstone tried again.

         “This is you having nothing to do but to meddle in our lives, yet again.”

         “Y/N!”

         Her eyes landed on her father.

         “It’s alright, Lord Blackstone,” Sesa said. “I am not meddling. Like my own two daughters, you and your sisters were born to fulfill your duties. You are to marry and provide your Lord husbands with heirs to further extend the livelihood of this house. I am only trying to aid your father so that you may pursue that.”

         “Aunt Sesa, might I remind you, that I was not the one to choose this path for myself. And this time, I refuse to be humiliated again by others making decisions for me. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

         “Y/N,” her father called after her as she left the room. Sesa waved him off.

         “It is alright, Lord Blackstone. Let her decompress; give her time.”

         “I am afraid she has grown too stubborn as well hot-headed.”

         “All a result of being unwed. Which is why it is so important you find her a husband before it becomes permanent.”

         “I do not know about that, Sesa. It was not until I mentioned a husband that she lashed out in that way. The gods know what fire burns inside her since her misfortune… it’s taken her time to make peace with it all and here I am looking to drag her down the aisle again.”

         “My Lord, it is a woman’s duty to wed. While the circumstances were unforeseen and out of your control, it does not mean she must be condemned to the life of a spinster. If a lord will have her as a wife, you must not pass on the opportunity. Have you sent word?”

         “Not as of yet. I have only just considered this and, so far, she is unaccepting of the idea.”

         “She will accept it in time. As fathers and mothers, we know what is best for our children.”

         “May the gods will it so. I will make it known tomorrow.”

--

         After Blackstone finally made his plans for his daughter known, several days passed and it was enough time for word to spread. The eligibility of the daughter of one of the most prominent houses in the Veil was news that would gradually reach others. However, given said daughter was once engaged, word spread like wildfire.

         Y/N did her best to keep her mind off it, resorting to avoiding the subject and everyone in her path. That was until her sister’s arrival.

Y/N stood on the steps of the Blackstone castle watching as Lorenah exited one of the family carriages and made her towards the entrance. A smile broke on Y/N’s face as Lorenah approached her and wrapped her arms around her middle.

“Oh, how I missed you!” Y/N said.

“I missed you too, sister!” Lorenah replied.

As Y/N let go, she grabbed Lorenah’s hands, and her eyes scanned her fully. “Is that a new dress?”

“Do you like it? Aianna had it made for me.”

“It is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you are.” Y/N came at her sister’s side and draped an arm over her shoulders as she guided her in. “Come, I want you to tell me everything. From the beginning of your journey to the very end. You must be hungry.”

Just as they had made it inside, their father appeared to greet Lorenah. “My sweet little, Lorenah!” He extended his arms for her, and she left Y/N’s side to hug him.

“Father!”

Lord Blackstone chuckled as he took a step back to get a better look at his youngest daughter. “You appear taller. Or am I just getting smaller?”

“It is only because you have not seen me in some time, father.”

“Maybe so.”

Suddenly, Sesa came into the room, her arms extended, but not as an opening for a hug. “My dear, Lorenah, you have returned!”

Lorenah, stood before Sesa and curtsied. “Aunt Sesa.”

“It is good to see you again, my niece.”

          “I am glad to have returned, Aunt Sesa.”

         “Right, let us eat!” Lord Blackstone said. “The cook has prepared your favorite. Go on, it should be served soon.”

         “Thank you, father.” As Lorenah proceeded to the room, Sesa not far behind her, Y/N stood in place, contemplating whether dinner would be worth sitting through.

         “Will you be joining us, Y/N?” Lord Blackstone asked. “I am sure Lorenah would be happy if you joined us.”

         “I suppose so.” Y/N was about to strut past her father when he held her hand in his.

         “Dearest, please do not continue to be angry with me. I am only trying to do what is best for you.”

         “If that were really the case you would not choose for me to endure this again.”

         “Who will look after you when I am gone? Who will provide for you if I do not find you a husband to do so?”

         “Father, Aianna and I discussed this. They are willing to take me in.”      

         A fit of coughs broke out of him before he continued. “I do not appreciate you discussing something like this with your sister. It is not up to you to make these decisions.”

         “Father, listen to yourself. You are ill. You need me here. Lorenah, needs me here.”

         He placed a hand on her cheek. “My daughter, you are unlike no other. You have always strived to put yourself last. But this is not something you can be left behind on. Please, let us get past this.”

         “Clearly, I have no choice in the matter,” she said before she walked away from her father.

--

         As the Lord of Oldtown, Ser Gwayne Hightower did not take interest in news or happenings of the Realm unless it concerned his House or the interests of the crown. If he did not hear of it from his close advisors, he would learn of it from his father, the Hand of the King. Which is why he assumed there was something of critical importance when he was informed his father arrived.

         One of his advisors left his side as he walked over to Ser Otto. “Lord Hand, I was not aware you would be coming to Oldtown.”

         “It was not planned. We must talk,” Otto said.

         “Let us go inside then.”

         Gwayne led his father towards his study. As they stepped inside, one of the servants appeared at the door. “Shall I bring forth refreshments, my lords?”

         “No, leave us.” Otto answered. The servant bowed his head and left the two men in the study.

         “Is this a matter of the crown?” Gwayne asked.

         “No, not directly.”

         “Not directly?”

         “I received word that Lord Blackstone is once again offering the hand of one of his daughters.”

         Gwayne’s eyes snapped up to his father. Now, the courting of a lord’s daughter wasn’t something that garnered his attention. But in this instance, he couldn’t help himself.

         “And this concerns us how?”

         “It is Lady Y/N.”

         It was as Gwayne feared. Still, he kept his composure before his father, as to not reveal his disappointment. “I do not understand, father. You came all the way from King’s Landing to tell me this?”

         Otto approached his son. “Not just to tell you, but to urge you to request her hand.”

         “Request her hand?”

         “Gwayne, this is a union that could be most beneficial to our family. Lady Y/N is the eldest of Blackstone’s daughter, one of the richest and most influential families of the Riverlands.”

         “All of this I know. In fact, I can recall vying for her hand once and winning it. This was then accompanied by your disapproval which led me to call off the engagement.”

         “Gwayne you were far too young and naïve for marriage, at the time. Your duty was to Oldtown.”

         “Yes, and it continues to be so. How is this now a priority? How is this now what you want?”

         Otto took a deep breath. “Blackstone is ill. When he first learned of his illness, he made it known to some of his closest advisors, that whomever his eldest should marry, would inherit Blackstone castle, along with whatever land and fortune is left to his name. Of course, he’d leave for his other daughters and whatever descendants they produced.”

         “So, that’s the interest? The inheritance?” Gwayne stared at Otto.

         “Gwayne, do you understand the influence of the Blackstones in the Riverlands? Do you know what a marriage between our houses could bring?”

         “Why now, father? Why not let me go through with it when we were already betrothed?”

         “As I already said, Oldtown was the priority. Besides, Blackstone did not decide his intentions with his inheritance until after he learned he was ill.”

         “Did he tell you all this?”

         “No. But I have a direct source who confirmed it all.”

         Gwayne sighed. “Even if I wanted to, Lord Blackstone made it clear he wanted no business with me after what I did.”

         “Leave Blackstone, to me. Focus on Lady Y/N and winning her favor.”

         “This attempt will surely be fruitless.”

         Otto placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Trust me, we will get this union.”

         “Even if Blackstone gave us his approval, what of Lady Y/N? She surely still hates me. She will never go for the marriage.”

         “Then you charm her, pursue her. Show her you want this marriage.”

         “I respect your optimism, father. But for once, I do not see how we will be successful in this endeavor.”

         “Make sure to win her favor. The rest will come about.”

         Gwayne nodded. “Fine.”

         “We leave in the evening.”

         “The evening?”

         “The sooner we meet with Blackstone, the better our advantage.”

         “Did he not just announce this?”

         “Sufficient time has passed for word to go around. Coincidently, the Prince of Dorne is traveling through land to his home. But it is well known he is in search of a wife. If he has heard about this, there is a high chance he will pay Blackstone a visit.”

         Gwayne cleared his throat. “Would leaving at dawn not be better?”

         “If we are to prevent the Prince of Dorne from persuading Blackstone, we would leave now. But being as I rushed here, I shall have a meal, and we will gather our things to leave this evening.”

         “As you wish,” Gwayne nodded.

Chapter 2 - Looking Ahead

[cerastes]

I was wondering, are there any characters in Arknights that on the surface are jokesters, but anre actually immensely deep and powerful? I know about characters like Jaye and Nothing, but they aren’t particularly funny and casual. What I’m looking for is someone like Sans, basically.

"Nothing isn't particularly funny" oh we're just fundamentally different people then because I smile like a babe listening to jingling keys every time he's in the scene.

In the exact same regard as Sans, 1:1? Not really. Similar enough in some regards or in essence that they warrant mention? Yeah, I'd say so.

Aak is a good case, I'd say. Aak is a very casual guy, perhaps excessively so, referring to Doctor as "my dude" and in general having a very whimsical whistle to his steps, not to mention his seemingly jovial soul. Then you dig a bit deeper and you realize, well, despite the way he behaves, he takes what he does extremely seriously and is one of the most ruthless characters in the cast as a whole, in addition to being a medical sciences prodigy the likes of which Terra has seldom seen, and being infamous in the criminal underworld as a vigilante and executioner that has no qualms disposing of a mother fucker, if said fornicator of moms is a criminal and adversely affects others. See, the thing with Aak is that he, for the longest time, hated being so good at the medical sciences, because as he saw with his own twisted father, a brutal underworld doctor and criminal, curing illnesses doesn't begin to truly rid the common man of their suffering: There are always oppressors, abusers, those who selfishly make lives difficult for others for their own gain. Aak believes that to be a truly good "doctor", he needs to eliminate the root cause of the people's suffering: Criminals that will hurt them. Since his cooperation with Rhodes Island, his views have shifted a bit for the better (understanding people better, finding a good friend that shares his latent curiosity and love for the medical sciences and research in Warfarin), but it's still evident that Aak remains an unstable vat of fluoroantimonic acid waiting to bubble over, if the right trigger is present. He's not particularly powerful, with all his evaluations being "Normal" and "Standard", but his ruthlessness, his knowledge of the underworld, and his deep knowledge of medical sciences do make him quite dangerous despite "my dude"ing you.

Ceobe is the other one that comes to mind. Ceobe basically replicates the experience of having a big dumb loving dog, not just with Doctor, but with others as well, such as her canonical friends Vulcan and Sesa (Sesa being someone that also qualifies imo), and is in general a fun goober that livens up every scene she's in on virtue of, well, being a big dumb loving dog with all that entails: She WILL break into the kitchen even though she knows it's forbidden for her to do this, she WILL steal food, she WILL whimper and apologize, she WILL grow immensely defensive over her loved ones over things like "a loud vacuum cleaner" and WILL act over any perceived threat with maximum power; the entirety of Integrated Strategies 1, Ceobe's Fungimist, comes about because Ceobe gets high on hallucinogenic mushrooms she found in the jungle, and goes apeshit because she imagines this whole scenario where Villains have kidnapped Doctor and only she and whatever friends she can recruit on the way can save them, resulting in her beating the absolute shit out of numerous warrior tribes Dynasty Warriors style. Let's talk about that last part! She beat the absolute shit out of numerous warrior tribes Dynasty Warriors style while high as fuck on shrooms. She can do that! Because Ceobe is actually fucking shredded. Despite being a Funny Dog, Ceobe is a legitimately Arts genius, having no formal training and yet being able to use Arts with no problem, almost instinctively, as well as simply being able to harness pretty much any weapon she touches and empower them further with her Arts. Part of this is definitely because she's VERY Infected, but not even that explains just the sheer magnitude and expertise with which Ceobe seems to use her Arts. And speaking of? She dragged herself, across much of Terra, while incredibly Infected and with no care at all.

Ceobe, by all rights, should be dead. Not even the Medic Operator that wrote her medical file has a lot of faith, and her Oripathy is explicitly very grave and only getting worse. And even in this state, she dragged herself and the small arsenal strapped to her back across the world.

Her Physiological Endurance rank of Outstanding is no joke. Keep in mind, this is a rank equivalent to the toughest and most resilient characters we know of, such as Specter and Hoshiguma.

This is all stuff you'll only ever realize about Ceobe if you pay attention, because she's almost exclusively used for comedic relief, but the funny dog is actually a natural archmage and weaponmaster that just won't fucking die, if we were to use more fantasy adjacent terms for her.

There's more (like Sesa) but those two are the ones that jumped to mind.

[rimeiii]

Missed the actual anniversary date of WHB because I was touching grass and celebrating my own birthday, then life caught up to me sooo

To commemorate all the demon kings finally being playable and voiced, I did a silly run of DH-EX-4 while using as many seiyuu references to WHB as possible lol. Have fun trying to guess who shares the same voice with who!

I believe there are four seiyuus in WHB that have roles in AK (five if you count Satan's previous seiyuu, though since he voices low rarity Operators, I didn't bring them), though personally I'm not quite sure about the seiyuus of the angels and non-king demons oof

The other Operators in the squad are either:

References to another otome

Actual in-lore angel/demon rep

Emotional support

I'll give a hint: Mountain, SilverAsh, Mlynar, and Sesa are the emotional supports. Granted, Mountain is a bit more than just an emotional support...

And yes, I used several dub languages - Executor the Ex Foedere with English, and both Lumen and Mlynar with Korean.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Well since ye threw some prompts at me, here’s some for you!

28. “Don’t Worry I’ll be Careful”

And

45. “Shhh… just sleep… you’re safe”

Bad Plant:

“Lana! Are you alright?” Sesa’s voice rumbled from above as the ground shook. The small woman shivered at the tremors but tried to hold still. Not knowing what she was stuck in. it felt… it felt like webbing almost. Almost like something that was slick and fussy that clung to her skin and clothes. 

Lana froze, trying, trying so hard to not to shiver at the idea it was webbing. She did not want to see a giant spider. The earth was moving above and a chunk was just lifted away, spilling light into the odd chamber. The human, Bitta, squinted at the blinding light, trying to find out what she was as a massive hand reached down. 

“Sesa, help.” Lana whined, scared as it looked like there was a deeper pit of black under her. Feeling a now familiar giant hand wrapping around her. The weird sticky strings clinging still and pulling on her as Sesa’s knife flashed by to slice through the threads. 

“I have you, don’t worry Lana,” the giant woman soothed, wincing once she saw what was sticking to the Bitta. “Bloody hells.”

“What is it?” Lana felt better up in the full light again. 

“A bad plant,” Sesa cupped Lana between her hands, getting up and starting going back into the cabin. “Don’t try to pull it off your skin yet, Lana. We needed oil to get it off.” 

“What kind of plant?” Lana asked, realizing that the pale, root-like cords and fibers were clinging to her. It was numb. A lot of her felt numb now as she shivered. “Did I just get poisoned?”

“I think so,” Sesa said honestly as she shouldered her way into her cabin, grabbing an unused tea cup. Reaching for her clear cooking oil, and side the shivering human in the cup at the same time as pouring the oil. “It won't last, I promise, everything that's gotten stung with that plant once free starts moving again after a day.”

Sesa seemed so confident as Lana sat up on the teacup. The small woman gasped as the oil soaked her first attempt at her own hand made clothes. There was an itching sensation she was only partly aware of through the spreading numbness. But it eased in the oil. Lana shivered as if cold, feeling her jaw chittering but could sit up in the cup on her own. 

The Bitta looked up, squeaking in shock at seeing… tweezers. Sesa's tweezers that the giant normally used when they were working on their model projects together. 

“Um… what's that for?” Lana asked even though she had a feeling. Leaning away from the ends of the massive tweezers as they approached. 

Sesa paused, pulling the tool back and then reached to grab her chair and pull it to the kitchen counter. Cupping her hands around the teacup, lifting it and the human up to draw closer. “I need to get the root nettles off you Lana. They just irritate me, I don't know what they will do, being stuck to your skin long term.”

Lana looked at the white things looped around her legs and arms, twisted up a good chunk of the skirt she made. As lopsided as it was, it was something that she had made all by herself. Lana looked up, “Can you be that careful?”

“Don’t worry I’ll be careful, I promise Lana.” Sesa said, “The oil will help neutralize it, Ive gotten the roots off the garden birds without hurting them.”

Some lost a few feathers, and Sesa was pretty sure she would need to cut Lana out ever so gently out of her now root knotted clothes.

The little Bitta whimpered in her new teacup of oil. “Okay…”

Sesa gently set the teacup down, the giant woman sighed, took a deep calming breath. To make sure her hands were steady. “I promise to be as careful as I can, but the roots need to come out. It might still hurt.”

Lana shifted slowly shifting her numbed right hand out of the oil to offer to Sesa. “I understand. Please, let's get this over with. I'll… I'll take a bath in that real numbing cream from the medicine box after.”

“Good idea.” Sesa gently, oh so gently reached to grasp the end of the pale fuzzy root with her tweezers. Having to bend over to put her head near the teacup of Bitta. Only then to see what direction of the micro barbs on the root. Warm, almost hot breath washing over the still shivering Bitta. Human. Sesa's little fairy friend.

Able to curl the root the right way to get the barbs to let go.

Lana had no shame with crying as the pain got through the numbing poison of the roots. It hurt and though she cried, the tiny woman stayed where she was in the oil. Watching as Sesa finest plant scissors were picked up to snip at her clothes. It broke the giant's heart with each sound and tiny miniscule expression of pain.

Sesa made sure to get Lana out and into a new cup. Using fresh oil to be sure no little root hairs would stay in Lana's skin. Washed away with the fresh oil. While the other cup was tinted from the plant poison.

Unlike the garden birds, lana was able to pick out any leftover fibers from the roots. She was shivering between Sesa’s hands on the counter some… Lana was not sure how long it had been. At least an hour, maybe more before the human was wrapped up in a soft, fussy cloth. Lana had a few more clothes more like towels for her size, but her shaking and numb limbs meant she needed some help being patted dry. 

The giant offered a shallow tin of the real medical numbing gel like substance. Lana laughed, stressed but she nodded. “I don’t feel good, Sesa…”

“I’m sorry Lana,” Sesa said gently, making sure the bitta was in a new dry, warm wash cloth that had been set near her oven. “Can you try and get that on the spots on your skin where the roots touched? It’ll keep the spots numb until tomorrow.”

“Do I have to?”

Sesa softened, dabbing her pinky finger into the medicine. Still with the same care as before rubbing it on the Bitta’s exposed back. The giant woman’s voice was a low worried tone, both that soft and gentle tone when she was really worried. “I think you should, my little fairy. You might be in a lot of pain tomorrow morning otherwise.”

“This stuff makes me sleepy,” Lana complained, nearly at the end of her tolerance. Of pain, of just dealing with this giant’s world she was stuck in. She got a little bit more help with getting the medicine on. But had to do some mostly herself, at least the cloth was warm still when warped around her. “I don’t want to go back outside… for a while.”

“You don’t have to,” Sesa reassured, unable to help but lift the whole pile of cloth and Bitta into her arms and hold them against her front. “I’ll take care of that plant, and check around. But you can stay in the cabin as long as you need Lana.”

The little Bitta, human, whined at the movement, still not feeling good from the plain poison.

“Shhh…” Sesa hummed, trying to make that low rumble she found out that her tiny friend liked. “Just sleep then Lana. You’re safe now.”

The giant would burn that whole section of the weed infested dirt in a fire pit. And check for any other signs of a plant like that. Even normally Sesa did not want that weed around, now with a real live Bitta around… that just seemed horrifying now.

[mistymornhea]

Random Thought About Zoro

I think zoro can be so messy but maybe he can be very neat if he want. He like never know if he is so hot person. He just think about sake and sword.

If he have a company, maybe that can be name double s, SS, or Sesa? Sword and sake.

sorry, if my grammar very mess, English not my first language. But I can't help it to post this random when I am in train.

[itstokkii]

Hey, I just want to talk to you about a few things in regard to Turkfra's post. I think you should really be more careful about what/who you're insinuating is racist especially because there really was nothing racist about that post or the way she's shipping them. TurkFra is very obviously an enjoyer of France being GNC and even a Transwoman(no matter the ship and just enjoys that characterization clearly), and insinuating that she's only doing that to ship France with Turkey (which isn't even part of MENA so I'm not sure why you're referring to him as if he is?) can sound a tad transphobic if not racist in itself imo. I mean, she wasn't hypermasculinizing him at all. She was just saying that she finds him hot and never mentioned ethnicity. TurkFra also has had "Minors DNI" on her blog for a while(think she still does?), and it is clearly a more adult-oriented space, so I'm not really sure why you were on her blog to begin with… I know you don't mean any harm with this but I think you should take a few seconds before jumping to conclusions about other people like this.

"Turkey (which isnt even a part of MENA so idk why youre referring to him as if he is)"

ALRIGHT PACK IT UP LADS TURKIYE HAS RETURNED TO TURAN MASHALLAH 🐺🐺

"Why would you look at her stuff she says Minors dni"

hmm ok interesting. so then tell me why she wouldn't tag appropriately since I could clearly see those posts on the turkey tag. But I guess because she said the magic word open sesa- i mean minors dni her racism is excusable! checkmate liberal 😎😎

"She wasn't hypermasculinating him at all" dang OK then so I guess this was a fever dream?

dw babe I know enough abt my people being seen as hypermasculine mongols/arabs and about my place being a ~mysterious Agrabah place~ to the Russians to Spot the Orientalism ! no lecturing from anon required ❤️

my whole point being that it's bad to have a feminine france (whether france is a feminine man or a transwoman), alongside a hyper masculinized turkey, brown man(where turkey is explicitly being fetishized for his masculinity and dominance), not to have a feminine france. anyways super white to dodge people calling you out for being weird about brown men dominating subby femme white men only to instead accuse them of being transphobic

bonus fraturk moodboard if you stick to the end ❤️

[dsknsk]

Operator names (trends)

(any operator will be mentioned only once, even if they fulfill multiple categories)

The 'Why do I need something fancy, lemme just use my name' operators (more are on this list actually)

Saria

Silence

RockRock (Rochelle Rockwell)

Jessica

Fiammetta

Nearl

SilverAsh

Dorothy

Angelina

Franka

Młynar

Morgan

Astgenne

Astesia

Heidi

Ceylon

Ethan

Ines

Jackie

The Warrior Cats operators

(noun/descriptive word + noun, usually nature-based)

Purestream

Cliffheart

Mudrock

Fartooth

Ashlock

Flametail (she has the name of an actual Warrior Cat. he drowned as he fell through the ice)

Wildmane (when spelled as one word)

Highmore

Firewhistle

Beanstalk

Frostleaf

Aciddrop

Blacknight

Windflit

Goldenglow

GreyThroat

Honeyberry

Heavyrain

Pinecone

Stormeye

Firewatch

Skyfire

The operators who let themselves rather be described

Flamebringer

Steward

Scavenger

Executor

Enforcer

Minimalist

Cutter

Perfumer

Passenger

Courier

The colorful operators

Akafuyu (aka = red)

Schwarz

Mint

Indigo

Projekt Red

Qiu Bai (bai = white)

ShiraYuki (shira = white)

Platinum

Luo Xiaohei (hei = black)

Blue Poison

The operators you can build on

Cement

Gravel

Asbestos

The operators with a famous name

Magallan

Saga

Nightingale

Kafka

Mayer

Beehunter (= Beowulf)

These operators think foreign languages are cool, actually

Ling

Chongyue

Leizi

Shaw (xiao)

Waai Fu

Aak

Hung

Ebenholz

Jieyun

Yato

Mizuki

Lee

Lin

La Pluma

Toddifons

Kazemaru

Sussurro

Gitano

Qanipalaat

Saileach

Pozyomka

Zima

Rosa

Istina

Pramanix

Sora

Exusiai

Gnosis

Yato

Noir Corne

The operators at home in the kitchen

Mousse

Vigna (vigna angularis)

Pudding

Paprika

Absinthe

Tequila

Vanilla

Croissant

The musically talented operators

Bagpipe

Horn

Wind Chimes

The operators who mash two words into one

Blemishine

Corroserum

Whisperain

Lunacub

Whislash

Shamare

The operators you can find on the map

Texas

Lappland

Aosta

Matterhorn

Provence

Eyjafjalla

The operators who refer to their origin species

Tuye (means 'camel')

Cardigan

Dobermann

Beagle

Podenco

Tomimi

Durin

Manticore

Bison

Ptilopsis

FEater (= iron-eating beast, aka panda)

Leonhardt

Glaucus

Weedy

The mythological operators

Ifrit

Surtr

Dusk

Nian

Vulcan

Dagda

Indra

Nightmare

Skadi

Sesa

Mostima

Ceobe (= cerberus)

Pallas

The nature-loving operators

Breeze

Chestnut

Lava

Orchid

Quartz

Humus

Bubble

Haze

Meteor

Meteorite

Quercus (= oak)

Reed

Beeswax

Carnelian

Plume

Folinic

Warfarin

Flint

Rosmontis (= rosemary)

Kal'tsit (= calcite)

Mountain

Aurora

Midnight

Hibiscus

Blaze

Mulberry

[authortobenamedlater]

E5 deep dive! This will be fun because Mr and I have VERY different opinions on certain parts of this episode.

The good:

This might be Pablo Schreiber’s best performance yet, and that’s saying something.

Everyone delivers in this one. Soren and Laera have some great moments, separately and together. Riz’s final lines with John (and that hug!), Halsey’s and John’s speeches at Vannak’s funeral, Kwan’s vision and her shamelessly calling John on his BS. This episode does a great job of showing the fallout from Reach on a small scale. Not what it did to humanity as a whole, but what it did to these individual humans.

The exit from Reach and Riz’s last run for Vannak are epic.

Vannak gets a great send-off, and can we talk about how well-preserved he was after being dead for a week?

Makee continues to be one of the most intriguing characters for many reasons, not the least of which is she’s inexplicably (literally inexplicably; they haven’t explained it) alive. She cries as she watches Reach fall, then says she cares nothing for “the Demon” (who she ordered ‘Gatanai not to kill a few hours ago). She and Cortana appear to be hatching some kind of plan.

Speaking of Cortana…EVERYTHING I thought about that opening scene in the first episode got flipped on its head. Did Cortana sell her soul (operating system?) to Parangosky in exchange for John or something?

Also speaking of Cortana, John is so not OK without her it hurts to watch. “If I’d had my armor, if I’d had her with me” 😭 “There’s a space where there used to be a voice and a feeling someone knew me” 😭😭 Just get these two back together already.

Kai’s little strut when she meets the S-IIIs 😍

The bad:

Reach didn’t quite go out with the bang it deserved, unless there’s a heck of a surprise in store. I’m not sure what would have been the bang it deserved, but this wasn’t it.

Admiral Keyes is not around. Yes, I knew he wasn’t going to be, but I love him darn it.

Vannak was all dead, not only mostly dead as I had hoped and will continue to imagine.

Still no Miranda, not that I expected her. Does she know her dad is dead?

Observations/predictions/wishful thinking:

Riz’s exit. One part where that @mrtobenamedlater and I do not agree. I saw this coming from the start of the season. Riz was already hurting and increasingly disillusioned with Spartan life. Now she’s even more beaten up. She was never really going to be a Spartan again. She can barely even walk when she tells John she’s done. Her departure made a good contrast to John’s response. His way to honor Vannak’s sacrifice is to hunt down his killers; Riz’s way is to live the life his sacrifice spared.

I don’t think this is the last of Riz, however. We’ll run into her again.

Makee seems to be filling the Sesa ‘Refumee role from Halo 2, with her line about the Prophets being liars. She is on no one’s side because no one is on her side.

Given that Makee describes ‘Gatanai to Cortana as the fleet master and calls him “the Arbiter,” I guess he’s the Silver Timeline’s Thel ‘Vadam? And his line to Makee about how she lives only by his grace? Did he personally revive her or something?

Also I’m going to assume Makee never touched the artifact in E2, probably just as well since that would have taken John out, and that she and ‘Gatanai took it off Reach. Why didn’t she touch it though?

Did Kessler get kidnapped for a new Spartan program? I’m all about Uncle Master Chief going to rescue his surrogate nephew by the way.

Where did Perez and that transport go? I was sort of expecting to find them on Aleria.

This episode will get derided as “filler” but it sets up a lot for the rest of the season: The Arbiter, the ring, Kwan’s and Madrigal’s place in all this, the Spartan-IIIs.

[waheelawhisperer]

Worst arknights characters to have a as henchmen?

Well it's not Monch, that's for damn sure

W

Ceobe: hard to trust with complex tasks

SilverAsh: will turn every assignment you give him into a plot that's infinitely more complicated than it needs to be

Ling: drunk

Jessica: cries if you ask her to do henchwoman shit

Catapult: lacks discipline

Honorable Mentions

Mlynar: depends on how much leave he has available. Would really rather just stand around and read his newspaper than do henchman shit

Gnosis: thinks he's smarter than you

Ch'en: Ch'en

Sesa: too chuuni

Robin: may betray you for money