#she became 2nd!!!

[imsonormalipromise]

Thinking about Riyo Chuchi 😻😻😻😻

Come back to me 😞🙏

[misiahasahardname]

can’t think of any original content? redraw some screenshots!

[rainofthetwilight]

i will forever STAND by the hc that jay throughout the seasons went from short stack to tall as a goddamn pole

[acourtofquestions]

"You'll come back," Manon said.

It sounded like more of a threat than anything

Dorian smirked. "Would you miss me if I didn't?"

Manon didn't reply. He didn't know why he expected her to.

He'd taken all of a step, when Asterin clasped his shoulder. "In and out, quick as you can," she warned him. "Take care of Narene." Worry indeed shone in the Second's gold-flecked black eyes. Dorian bowed his head. "With my life," he promised as he approached her mount and grasped the dangling reins. He didn't fail to miss the gratitude that softened Asterin's features. Or that Manon had already turned away from him.

A fool to start down this path with her. He should have known better.

The hours that passed were some of the longest of Manon's existence.

From anticipation, she told herself. Of what she had to do.

Abraxos, unsurprisingly, found them within an hour, his reins sliced from the struggle he'd no doubt waged and won with Sorrel. He waited, however, beside Manon in silence, wholly focused upon the gate where Dorian and Narene had vanished.

Time dripped by. The king's sword was constant weight at her side. She cursed herself for needing to prove-to him, to herself-that she refused to let him go into Morath for practical, ordinary reasons. Erawan wasn't at the Ferian Gap. It'd be safer. Somewhat. But if the Matrons were there … That was why he'd gone. To learn if they were. To see if Petrah truly commanded the host there, and how many Ironteeth were present. He had not been trained as a spy, but he'd grown up in a court where people wielded smiles and clothes like weapons. He knew how to blend in, how to listen. How to make people see what they wished to see. She'd sent Elide into the dungeons of Morath, Darkness damn her. Sending the King of Adarlan into the Ferian Gap was no different.

It didn't stop her breath from escaping when Abraxos stiffened, scanning the sky. As if he heard something they couldn't.

And it was the joy that sparked in her mount's eyes that told her.

Moments later, Narene sailed toward them, making a lazy path over the mountains, a dark-haired, pale-skinned rider atop her. He'd truly been able to change parts of himself. Had made his face nearly unrecognizable. And kept it that way.

Asterin rushed toward the mare, and even Manon blinked as her Second threw her arms around Narene's neck. Holding her tight. The mare only leaned her head against Asterin's back and huffed.

Manon hadn't dwelled long on what she'd say.

And as the three hundred Ironteeth witches filed into the hall, some coming off their patrols, Manon half wondered if she should have. They watched her, watched the Thirteen, with a wary disdain.

Their disgraced Wing Leader; their fallen Heir.

When all were gathered, Petrah, still standing in the doorway where she'd appeared, merely said, "My life debt for an audience, Blackbeak."

Manon swallowed, her tongue as dry as paper. Seated atop Abraxos, she could see every shifting movement in the crowd, the wide eyes or hands gripping swords.

"I will not tell you the particulars of who I am," Manon said at last. "For I think you have already heard them."

"Crochan bitch," someone spat.

Manon set her eyes on the Blackbeaks, stone-faced where the others bristled with hatred. It was for them she spoke, for them she had come here.

jacket, then hoisting up her white shirt. Rising in the stirrups to bare her scarred, brutalized abdomen. "She does not lie."

UNCLEAN

There, the word remained stamped. Would always be stamped.

"How many of you," Asterin called out, "have been similarly branded? By your Matron, by your coven leader? How many of you have had your stillborn witchlings burned before you might hold them?"

The silence that fell now was different from before. Shaking shuddering.

Manon glanced at the Thirteen to find tears in Ghislaine's eyes as she took in the brand on Asterin's womb. Tears in the eyes of all of them, who had not known. And it was for those tears, which Manon had never seen, that she faced the host again.

"You will be killed in this war, or after it. And you will never see our homeland again."

"What is it that you want, Blackbeak?" Petrah asked from the archway.

"Ride with us," Manon breathed. "Fly with us.

Against Morath. Against the people who would keep you from your homeland, your future." Murmuring broke out again. Manon pushed ahead, "An Ironteeth-Crochan alliance. Perhaps one to break our curse at last."

Again, that shuddering silence. Like a storm about to break Asterin sat back in the saddle, but kept her shirt open.

"The choice of how our people's future shall be shaped is yours," Manon told each of the witches assembled, all the Blackbeaks who might fly to war and never return. "But I will tell you this." Her hands shook, and she fisted them on her thighs. "There is a better world out there. And I have seen it."

Even the Thirteen looked toward her now.

"I have seen witch and human and Fae dwell together in peace. And it is not weakness to do so, but a strength. I have met kings and queens whose love for their kingdoms, their peoples, is so great that the self is secondary. Whose love for their people is so strong that even in the face of unthinkable odds, they do the impossible."

Manon lifted her chin. "You are my people. Whether my grandmother decrees it so or not, you are my people, and always will be. But I will fly against you, if need be, to ensure that there is a future for those who cannot fight for it themselves. Too long have we preyed on the weak, relished doing so. It is time that we became better than our foremothers." The words she had given the Thirteen months ago. "There is a better world out there," she said again. "And I will fight for it." She turned Abraxos away, toward the plunge behind them. "Will you?"

Manon nodded to Petrah. Eyes bright, the Heir only nodded back. They would be permitted to leave as they had arrived: unharmed.

So Manon nudged Abraxos, and he leaped into the sky, the Thirteen following suit.

Not a child of war. But of peace.

[skunkes]

recent cookeys (and athena)

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

remembered bout beans's existence... i adore him sm for some reason

[idolbound]

I fear Meredith from age 16-21 was devoted to the cause but was still growing into herself (both physically and mentally), and was perhaps a little quieter than one would expect from her (though she always worked hard and was better than everyone else in her cohort), but once she inherited the role of Knight-Captain from Ser Wentworth, she really blossomed. She became extremely confident (as everyone responded well to the changes she made to the Circle's organization), and people respected her.

She was confident almost to the point of haughty arrogance; she was a better swordsman than the men (especially as she went from using sword and shield to that of a two-handed great sword), and she knew she was becoming more attractive into her mid 20s as she grew up and filled out, both with her feminine curves and her muscle mass (and she would constantly reject any man who attempted to get with her, and that in and of itself, added to her confidence - especially as she began seeking out sexual relations with women, having illicit affairs but never committing to anything more).

Meredith was described as being "stern, icy, and uncompromising", and many believed she had "one hundred times" the charisma of the greying, old Knight-Commander. She took leadership seriously, and made it a point that her role wasn't just given to her by a man who saw her as the "daughter he didn't deserve", but that she earned it all the same.

[ecstaticasusual]

Honobono and friends ♡

[petrichorandasphault]

Ren Delgato for @sinfulwunders' Larissa! [he/they pronouns]

Ren is the eldest of powerful spellcasters Hannah Delgato-Bailey and Natalie Bailey. Though his bloodline may be weak, he believes he is destined to be as great a spellcaster as his mothers! But a recent breakup with their high school sweetheart has left them both heartbroken and a little lost. Though he may feel down, Ren's current favorite role is playing Best Uncle Ever to his niece, Gwendolyn, whom he shares his love of the outdoors with. Gwen has this to say about her "Ukka Wen:" "BEST UKKA WEN," which Ren thinks is a pretty stellar review, if they ever saw one. Ren is a goofball, which tends to get him in trouble alongside his tendency to be a bro. But above all, they're just looking for their soulmate, and hopes they can find that in Larissa. In an effort to shake off his ex and push himself out of his comfort zone, Ren is putting himself out there to maybe meet the love of his life! More info about Ren + some silly goofy times under the cut

~I like to think he asked Quill for help in making his lil profile for Larissa~

Traits: Loves the Outdoors, Bro, Goofball, Weak Bloodline Aspiration: Soulmate (Alluring) Age: 25 Sexuality/Gender: bisexual/genderfluid I'm still on a story break (mostly bc that depression do be hittin' hard tho), but I have been playing the Postcard Legacy in my free time, and this is my Gen 4 spare, Ren! His younger brother, Quill, is living his life as my heir and writer in Forgotten Hollow, so I figured what a better way to give my 2nd favorite sim a little extra love!

Thanks, Alexis, for doing all this, and if you use him, I hope you love my weird little 80s man as much as I do!

[lonely-night]

a person I literally just met 2 days ago during that table tennis competition and she already asked my sexuality and came out to me at the same time ... I mean GURL WE JUST MET sjdhdhjddk

gen z scares me so much but still I'm glad they're so open about themselves and being queer is like no big deal so yeah good for them

[zincbot]

HM. MIRABELLE?

[empty-blog-for-lurking]

You dont have to answer ofc but: what are kuron's feelings towards the Black Lion? Cause it(she? they?? i never know how to refer to em) saved him, then ignored him, then let him pilot, and after that kinda. allowed Allura to take Shiro's soul and put him in kuron's body sooo..... i feel like its complicated

That is an excellent question. And you are right it would feel incredibly complicated but also i think Kuron would feel just really used by Black. Like to him Black had to have known that he was a clone, it had to have known that Haggar was in his mind and can control him, it had to have known that Shiro was "dead", it had to have known and yet it did nothing. For all he knows Black didnt even see him as a person but a replacement which is why he "saved" him and let him pilot when Keith flunked on them. So yeah Kuron does NOT trust Black's intentions, he does not trust Black, he lowkey hates Black for letting this happen, and if it were here he would have yelled at it for hours. Unfortunately Black and the other lions are not here and galavanting across the multiverse so this also goes to the backburner.

I am not saying that that is how Black saw him like a replacement. I am saying that Kuron believes Black saw him as a replacement

[ancient-day]

haha so if they're adding Loki to the DLC alongside all the other second awakenings, does this mean Atlus finally put a crack in the door holding back Black Mask Goro content?

[deducemyheart]

not me having a random epiphany about the sound of music in 2023AD

Maria (a nun) is comforting the children she is caring for during a thunderstorm and teaches them a song about all her favorite things that she likes to think about to stop feeling sad...and one of them is "girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes" like she litterally thinks about pretty girls to cheer herself up and it's one of her fav things ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

[yumeyleo]

fun fact: i started calling Elysia "Lesbian elf jesus" because a fanfic i read had the description "Lesbian elf jesus died to make the world a gayer place. and by god are we gonna honor that wish"

[divinereign4ever]

Heavy on izuku's feeling being dictated by the author bc how the hell can I trust Horikoshi's writing when he clearly had a Bakugou bias throughout the whole damn series? It's to the point where while i love izuku DOWN, i know that he doesn't matter at the cost of Bakugou's "ChArAcTer" as piss poor as that is. Hori clearly doesn't care about Izuku's feelings as a victim or how other characters would realistically approach a bully who wants to be a hero.

No one knows how Bakugou treated izuku for YEARS by the start of the manga and Hori didn't give enough of a shit to write it but I'll be damned if y'all just hand-wave it as some bullshit forgiveness or "let bygones be bygones" bc Hori doesn't deserve to have his shit writing be excused and have a victims story be ignored bc of favoritism and shipping.

God forbid you ever criticize the lack of consequences Bakugou experiences in MHA, or suddenly you’ll find dozens of Bakugou stans pouring into your mentions to make a speech about how cruel you are for forcing him to eat cement. They’ll act as though “consequences” inherently involves throwing him into the dungeon or putting him in detention for 100 years and then moan about how him facing consequences would only perpetuate a cycle of abuse/discrimination.

Listen, it’s not really that much of a consequence if the “consequence” in question isn’t directly connected to his current or past bad behaviour. “Oh but his scars!” “When he died that one time!” “His guilt for getting kidnapped” None of those are related to his bullying, and in my opinion, that makes them insufficient as consequences in an arc about changing for the better.

The consequences I would actually like to see could be as simple as: Izuku feels sad/mad because of what he went through, or certain characters reflect on how Bakugou’s past impacts their perception of him. More introspection on the victim’s end is needed, Bakugou doesn’t necessarily need to be pilloried for the arc to be satisfying.