#tales of: toran

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Lot's of thoughts this morning. Think I'm going to start planning which companion to put with each character. I swap out when needed but I think in terms of all their lore's, their main companions will be: Moon's companions: ☽ Astarion (Oddly attached / Romantic interest) ☽ Lae'zel (Adores her fighting skills and see's her as an equal warrior) ☽ Gale (Loves his book smarts, they nerd out together) Darragh's companions: ☘ Shadowheart (Romantic interest) ☘ Wyll (Admires his courage and good heart) ☘ Karlach (She's just good fucking banter - reminds them of one of their sisters) ☘ Halsin (Lover - joins when he can) Echo's companions: ♥ Astarion (Romantic interest) ♥ Karlach (Ride or die bestie) ♥ Wyll (wine buddy, helps Echo see the good in people) ♥ Halsin (Lover - joins later game) Ara's companions: ♬ Gale (Romantic interest) ♬ Lae'zel (She's been teaching him how to fight) ♬ Astarion (Great for a gossip and bitching about things and people they meet, doesn't judge Ara when he needs to not be perfect for a little while) ♬ Jaheira & Minsc (will join later game, they remind him of his family)

[W.I.P] Torán's companions: ⸸ Minthara (Romantic interest) ⸸ Astarion (annoying little shit that weirdly reminds him of his younger brother, doesn't understand why he hasn't killed him yet) ⸸ Shadowheart (Evil little sister)

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Buddha to his disciples, mini-series (12)

The Pheasant Firefighter- One of the tales of the Buddha’s previous lives

It’s the story of the pheasant fire extinguisher, one of the oldest jātaka tales in India, are a vast body of literature from India that collects anecdotes about the Buddha's previous lives, mainly in human and animal form. Jataka stories, were depicted on the railings and torans of the stupas.

Once upon a time, a wild fire burnt down a forest. At that time, a pheasant (the previous life of Buddha), who lived in the forest, saw the fire and tried to extinguish it with his own power. The pheasant flew into the water, dipped its feathers in the water and tried to put out the huge fire with drops of water.

However, the fire was too big and the water was too little. The pheasant became tired and feeble from the frequent trips back and forth, but it did not bother him in the slightest. At that moment, the heavenly deity Śakra (Indra: Ref) came and asked the pheasant, “What are you doing?” The pheasant replied, “I am trying to save this forest because I pity sentient beings. This forest is well shaded and suitable for nurturing living beings. Many of my kind and relatives and many more sentient beings all live here as their refuge. I have physical strength. Seeing this fire, how can I be lazy and slothful and not help the forest?”

The Śakra said, “How long do you intend to stay to extinguish the fire?” The pheasant replied, “I intend to stay until I die”. The Śakra said, “Even if thy mind is so, who knows it?” Thereupon the pheasant swore an oath and said, “My heart is supreme sincere. If this belief is not vain, the fire would surely be extinguished."

At this time, the heavenly beings of the Pure Land (the colour world of purity where all desires are renounced), the great aspiration of the pheasant (Bodhisattva = the Buddha), immediately extinguished the fire. From time immemorial to the present, only this forest has always been dense and unburnt by fire.

ブッダから弟子たちへ、ミニシリーズ (12)

雉(ｷｼﾞ)の火消し 〜 ブッダの前世の物語のひとつ

インドに古くから伝わるジャータカの物語のひとつ「雉の火消し」のお話。ジャータカ(本生譚)とは、インドに伝わる膨大な文献で、主に人間や動物の姿をした釈迦の前世の逸話を集めたものである。ジャータカの物語は、仏塔 (ｽﾄｩｰﾊﾟ) の欄干やドアの装飾品 (ﾄｰﾗﾝ) に描かれていた。

昔むかし、山火事で森が焼けた。その時、森に住んでいた一羽の雉 (釈迦の前世) が火を見て、自分の力で消そうとした。雉は水の中に飛び込み、羽を水につけて水滴で大火を消そうとした。

しかし、火は大きすぎ、水は少なすぎた。雉は何度も何度も往復するうちに疲れて弱くなったが、少しも気にしなかった。その時、天上の帝釈天 (ｼｬｯｸﾗ､ｲﾝﾄﾞﾗ: 参照)がやってきて雉に尋ねた、「汝は何をしているのか？」雉は答えて言った、「私がこの森を救おうとするのは、衆生 (＝いきもの) を哀れむからです。この森は木陰が多く、生き物を育むのに適しています。私の多くの種族や親族、さらに多くの衆生が皆ここをより処として生活しています。私には身体の力があります。この火事を見て、怠り、なまけて、森を助けないでおれましょうか。」

帝釈天は言った、「汝は消火のために努め励んで、どれだけの時間をつくすつもりでいるのか？」雉が答えた、「死ぬまでと決心しています。」帝釈天が言った、「汝の心はそうであるとしても、誰がそれを知っているのであろうか?」そこで雉は誓いを立てて言った、「私の心は至誠であります。この信念が、もしむなしくないならば火は必ず消えるでしょう。」

このとき、浄居天 (あらゆる欲望が断ち切られた清浄な色彩の世界) の天人たちは、雉 (菩薩＝釈迦のこと) の大願を知り、即座にその火を消した。太古の昔から今に至るまで、この森だけは常に鬱蒼としていて、火に焼かれることはない。

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New Releases

A whole bunch of books releasing today to get us ready for our summer beach reads. Which of these is on your list?

Hot Boy Summer by Joe Jiménez MTV Books

Mac has never really felt like he belonged. Definitely not at home—his dad’s politics and toxic masculinity make a real connection impossible. He thought he fit in on the baseball team, but that’s only because he was pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Finding his first gay friend, Cammy, was momentous; finally, he could be his authentic self around someone else. But as it turned out, not really. Cammy could be cruel, and his “advice” often came off way harsh. And then, Mac meets Flor, who shows him that you can be both fierce and kind, and Mikey, who is superhot and might maybe think the same about him. Over the course of one hot, life-changing summer, Mac will stand face-to-face with desire, betrayal, and letting go of shame, which will lead to some huge discoveries about the realness of truly belonging. Told in Mac’s infectious, joyful, gay AF voice, Hot Boy Summer serves a tale as important as hope four gay teens doing what they can to connect and have the fiercest summer of their lives. New friendships will be forged, hot boys will be kissed…and girl, the toxic will be detoxed.

Better Must Come by Desmond Hall Atheneum/Caitlyn Dlouhy Books

Deja is a “barrel girl”—one of the Jamaican kids who get barrels full of clothes, food, and treats shipped to them from parents who have moved to the US or Canada to make more money. Gabriel is caught up in a gang and desperate for a way out. When he meets Deja at a party, he starts looking for a way into her life and wonders if they could be a part of each other’s futures. Then, one day while out fishing, Deja spies a go-fast boat stalled out by some rocks, smeared with blood. Inside, a badly wounded man thrusts a knapsack at her, begging her to deliver it to his original destination, and to not say a word. She binds his wounds, determines to send for help, and make good on her promise…not realizing that the bag is stuffed with $500,000 American. Not realizing that the posse Gabriel is in will stop at nothing to get their hands on this bag—or that Gabriel’s and her lives will intersect in ways neither ever imagined, as they both are forced to make split second choices to keep the ones they love most alive.

Bite Me, Royce Taslim by Lauren Ho Disney Hyperion

Agnes Chan never expected to be the punchline of her own life . . But how else do you explain getting accidentally run over and seeing a lifetime of careful preparation, endless training, and all your hopes of a track scholarship to college destroyed in a split second? Not to mention the only witness to your humiliation being your #1 archnemesis, Royce Taslim. So, when Agnes finds a new answer to her scholarship predicament in the form of an international stand-up comedy contest for teens, the last person she expects to be up against is also the last person she wants to - Royce. Because for years Royce has represented everything Agnes extreme privilege, popularity, and physical perfection (ok maybe she doesn’t hate that part so much). Behind the scenes, though, Royce’s flawless façade fades away, revealing someone Agnes never expected—someone who shows her that perhaps the best parts of life are the ones you aren’t prepared for—and as the competition heats up, so do things between these two rivals. But will the pressure to win be too much for them to handle—or will Agnes (and Royce) get the last laugh?

Spin of Fate (The Fifth Realm #1) by A.A. Vora G.P. Putnam’s Sons Books for Young Readers

The world is governed by Toranic Law, an ancient magical force that segregates people into upper and lower realms based on their morality. It’s said that if the sinful lowers commit themselves to kindness, their souls will lighten, allowing them into the blissful upper realms. But Aina, one of the few lowers to ever ascend, just wants to go back. Desperate to reunite with her mother, who remains stuck in their horror-infested homeland, Aina joins the Balancers—a group that defies Toranic Law by bringing aid to those condemned to a life of suffering in the lower realms. Alongside Aina are two new recruits: Aranel, a spoiled noble spying for the upper authorities; and Meizan, a ruthless fighter trying to save his clan from extinction. Before long, Aina, Aranel, and Meizan find themselves in the midst of a brewing war. On one side, a violent lower king is bent on destroying Toranic Law; on the other, the upper authorities will do anything to stay on top. The trio must face both sides head-on if they want to stop a conflict that could break not only Toranic Law… but the universe itself.

Death’s Country by R.M. Romero Peachtree Teen

Andres Santos of São Paulo was all swinging fists and firecracker fury, a foot soldier in the war between his parents. Until he drowned in the Tietê River… and made a bargain with Death for a new life. A year later, his parents have relocated the family to Miami, but their promises of a fresh start quickly dissolve in the summer heat. Instead of fists, Andres now uses music to escape his parents’ battles. While wandering Miami Beach, he meets two photographer Renee, a blaze of fire, and dancer Liora, a ray of sunshine. The three become a polyamorous triad, happy, despite how no one understands their relationship. But when a car accident leaves Liora in a coma, Andres and Renee are shattered. Then Renee proposes a radical idea. She and Andres must go into the underworld to retrieve their girlfriend’s spirit and reunite it with her body—before it’s too late. Their search takes them to the City of the dead, where painters bleed color, songs grow flowers, and regretful souls will do anything to forget their lives on earth. But finding Liora’s spirit is only the first step in returning to the living world. Because when Andres drowned, he left a part of himself in the underworld—a part he’s in no hurry to meet again. But it is eager to be reunited with him… In verse as vibrant as the Miami skyline, critically acclaimed author R.M. Romero has crafted a masterpiece of magical realism and an openhearted ode to the nature of healing.

Blood at the Root by LaDarrion Williams Labyrinth Road

Ten years ago, Malik’s life changed forever the night his mother mysteriously vanished and he discovered he had uncontrollable powers. Since then, he has kept his abilities hidden, looking out for himself and his younger foster brother, Taye. Now, at 17, Malik is finally ready to start a new life for both of them, far from the trauma of his past. However, a daring act to rescue Taye reveals an unexpected connection with his long-lost a legendary conjurer with ties to a hidden magical university that Malik’s mother attended. At Caiman University, Malik’s eyes are opened to a future he never could have envisioned for himself— one that includes the reappearance of his first love, Alexis. His search for answers about his heritage, his powers, and what really happened to his mother exposes the cracks in their magical community as it faces a reawakened evil dating back to the Haitian Revolution. Together with Alexis, Malik discovers a lot beneath the surface at feuding covens and magical politics, forbidden knowledge and buried mysteries. In a wholly unique saga of family, history and community, Malik must embrace his legacy to save what’s left of his old family as well as his new one. Exploring the roots and secrets that connect us in an unforgettable contemporary setting, this heart-pounding fantasy series opener is a rich tapestry of atmosphere, intrigue, and emotion.

Queerceañera by Alex Crespo HarperTeen

Joaquin Zoido is out and proud of it. And while he knew his dad and sister, Carmen, would be super supportive, he wasn’t quite ready for them to surprise him with a queerceañera, a coming out party to celebrate him. Between all the talks of tastings and venues, and the chirping of his family’s RSVP texts, the question of who will be his chambelán is on everyone’s minds. What Joaquin is decidedly trying to not think about is whether his mom is going attend or if she’s finally replaced him with her favorite godson, Felix—the boy who made Joaquin realize he was gay and who was his first kiss. But when an impromptu lie snowballs into a full-fledged family-group-chat rumor, every Zoido from Texas to Mexico starts believing that Felix is not only Joaquin’s chambelán but also his brand-new boyfriend. To avoid the pity and sympathies of an ill-timed breakup, Joaquin and Felix strike a deal—they’ll stay fake boyfriends until the party. Yet, as the day draws nearer and old feelings spark anew, Joaquin will have to decide whether a picture-perfect queerceañera with a fake boyfriend is worth giving up the chance of something real.

The Unboxing of a Black Girl by Angela Shanté Page Street YA

Written as a collection of vignettes and poetry, The Unboxing of a Black Girl is a creative nonfiction reflection on Black girlhood. The debut YA title, by award-winning author Angela Shanté, is a love letter to Black girls set in New York City and serves as a personal and political critique of how the world raises Black girls. As Shanté navigates the city through memory, she balances poetry with vignettes that explore the innocence and joy of childhood eroded by adultification. Through this book, she illuminates the places where Black girls are nurtured or exploited in stories and poems about personal and political boxes, love, loss, and sexual assault. Many entries are also studded with cultural footnotes designed to further understanding.

This Book Won’t Burn by Samira Ahmed Little, Brown Books for Young Readers

After her dad abruptly abandons her family and her mom moves them a million miles from their Chicago home, Noor Khan is forced to start the last quarter of her senior year at a new school, away from everything and everyone she knows and loves. Reeling from being uprooted and deserted, Noor is certain the key to survival is to keep her head down and make it to graduation. But things aren’t so simple. At school, Noor discovers hundreds of books have been labeled “obscene” or “pornographic” and are being removed from the library in accordance with a new school board policy. Even worse, virtually all the banned books are by queer and BIPOC authors. Noor can’t sit back and do nothing, because that goes against everything she believes in, but challenging the status quo just might put a target on her back. Can she effect change by speaking up? Or will small-town politics—and small-town love—be her downfall?

The Boy From Clearwater: Book 2 by Yu Pei-Yun, illustrated by Zhou Jian-Xin, translated by Lin King Levine Querido

After his imprisonment in Green Island, Kun-lin struggles to pick up where he left off ten years earlier. He reconnects with his childhood crush Kimiko and finds work as an editor, jumping from publisher to publisher until finally settling at an advertising company. But when manhua publishing becomes victim to censorship, and many of his friends lose their jobs, Kun-lin takes matters into his own hands. He starts a children’s magazine, Prince, for a group of unemployed artists and his old inmates who cannot find work anywhere else. Kun-lin’s life finally seems to be looking up… but how long will this last? Forty years later, Kun-lin serves as a volunteer at the White Terror Memorial Park, promoting human rights education. There, he meets Yu Pei-Yun, a young college professor who provides him with an opportunity to reminisce on his past and how he picked himself up after grappling with bankruptcy and depression. With the end of martial law, Kun-lin and other former New-Lifers felt compelled to mobilize to rehabilitate fellow White Terror victims, forcing him to face his past head-on. While navigating his changing homeland, he must conciliate all parts of himself – the victim and the savior, the patriot and the rebel, a father to the future generation and a son to the old Taiwan – before he can bury the ghosts of his past.

Rising from the Ashes: Los Angeles, 1992. Edward Jae Song Lee, Latasha Harlins, Rodney King, and a City on Fire by Paula Yoo Norton Young Readers

Paula Yoo’s latest is a compelling, nuanced account of Los Angeles’s 1992 uprising and its impact on its Korean and Black American communities. On April 29, 1992, following the acquittal of four police officers charged with the beating and arrest of Rodney King and the earlier killing of teenager Latasha Harlins, the city of Los Angeles erupted in violence. Many of these events were centered on the city’s Koreatown, where tensions between the Black and Korean American communities had simmered for years, fueled by economic challenges and redlining and enflamed by sensationalized and racist media. Based on more than 100 personal interviews, Rising from the Ashes follows these events through the eyes and experiences of the families of King, Harlins, shooting victim Edward Jae Song Lee, and dozens of business owners, journalists, police officers, firefighters, activists, and other community members. Deeply researched and compulsively readable, this is a vivid, propulsive, and moving story of a pivotal moment in recent American history that continues to resonate today.

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Ultimate Guide to Vibrant Dussehra Celebrations Across India

# Ultimate Guide to Vibrant Dussehra Celebrations Across India

Introduction

Have you ever wondered about the colorful and vibrant celebrations of Dussehra across India? This auspicious festival holds immense significance in Indian culture and traditions, bringing people together in joyous revelry. In this ultimate guide, we will delve deep into the diverse and lively Dussehra celebrations that take place in different regions of India. Get ready to explore the rich tapestry of customs, rituals, and festivities that make Dussehra a truly spectacular affair.

The History and Significance of Dussehra

Understanding the Origins of Dussehra - Dussehra, also known as Vijayadashami, marks the victory of good over evil. - The festival commemorates the triumph of Lord Rama over the demon king Ravana.Symbolism and Traditions - Ravana Effigy Burning: Witness the grand spectacle of burning effigies of Ravana, Meghnath, and Kumbhkaran. - Ram Lila Performances: Enjoy theatrical enactments of the Ramayana in vibrant Ram Lila performances across the country.Best Places to Experience Dussehra Celebrations - Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh: Explore the traditional Dussehra celebrations on the banks of the river Ganges. - Kolkata, West Bengal: Immerse yourself in the grandeur of Durga Puja, which culminates with Dussehra celebrations.

Regional Variations of Dussehra Celebrations

North India - Delhi: Experience the famous Ram Lila performances at historic grounds like Ramleela Maidan. - Himachal Pradesh: Witness the unique Kullu Dussehra, known for its colorful processions and cultural events.South India - Mysore, Karnataka: Marvel at the magnificent Mysore Dussehra procession with elaborately decorated elephants. - Hyderabad, Telangana: Partake in the grandeur of the Bathukamma festival, which coincides with Dussehra.East India - Odisha: Celebrate Dussehra with fervor in the form of 'Dussehra Carnivals' that showcase local arts and crafts. - Jharkhand: Experience the tribal traditions of Dussehra with unique rituals and cultural performances.

Eco-Friendly Initiatives and Sustainable Celebrations

Promoting Green Practices - Biodegradable Effigies: Opt for eco-friendly alternatives to traditional effigies made from harmful materials. - Community Clean-Up Drives: Engage in post-celebration clean-up activities to preserve the environment.Embracing Sustainable Choices - Organic Offerings: Use organic materials for rituals and offerings during Dussehra celebrations. - Reducing Waste: Encourage minimal use of single-use plastics and promote recycling at festive events.

Family Traditions and DIY Dussehra Decor

Home Decor Ideas - Rangoli Designs: Create vibrant rangoli patterns using colorful powders and flower petals. - Toran Making: Craft decorative torans using leaves, flowers, and beads for an auspicious entrance.Family Rituals - Puja Preparations: Involve the whole family in setting up the puja area and arranging idols for worship. - Storytelling Sessions: Narrate mythological tales related to Dussehra to educate and engage family members.

Culinary Delights and Festive Feasts

Traditional Dishes - Sundal: Prepare this South Indian snack made of legumes, coconut, and spices. - Luchi and Aloo Dum: Enjoy this classic Bengali dish of deep-fried bread with spicy potato curry.Sweet Treats - Jalebi: Indulge in crispy, sugary spirals of this popular festive dessert. - Malpua: Savor these syrup-soaked pancakes garnished with nuts and saffron.

Community Service and Giving Back

Volunteering Opportunities - Food Distribution Drives: Participate in charity events to distribute food to the less fortunate during Dussehra. - Clothing Donation Camps: Contribute to clothing donation initiatives to help those in need in your community.Spreading Joy and Positivity - Visiting Orphanages: Share the festive spirit by organizing activities and celebrations for children in orphanages. - Elderly Care Programs: Engage in programs that cater to the well-being of senior citizens during Dussehra.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the vibrant Dussehra celebrations across India showcase the rich cultural tapestry and traditions that define this auspicious festival. From the historical significance of the festival to the diverse regional variations in customs and rituals, Dussehra is a time for joy, togetherness, and festive fervor. As you immerse yourself in the spirit of Dussehra, remember to embrace sustainable practices, cherish family traditions, indulge in delicious treats, and spread happiness through acts of kindness and service. May the essence of Dussehra bring prosperity and positivity into your life.Join the conversation: Share your favorite Dussehra memories and traditions in the comments below!

Frequently Asked Questions

Q: What is the significance of burning effigies during Dussehra? A: The burning of effigies symbolizes the victory of good over evil, with Ravana representing the negative forces that are overcome by righteousness.Q: How long do Dussehra celebrations typically last? A: Dussehra celebrations usually span over nine days, culminating in the grand finale on the tenth day known as Vijayadashami.Q: Are there any specific rituals or customs associated with Dussehra celebrations? A: Yes, various regions have unique rituals such as 'Sindoor Khela' in West Bengal and 'Saraswati Puja' in some parts of South India.Q: Can non-Hindus participate in Dussehra celebrations? A: Absolutely! Dussehra is a festive occasion that welcomes people from all backgrounds to join in the joyous celebrations and diverse cultural experiences.Q: How can I learn more about the historical and mythological significance of Dussehra? A: You can explore ancient scriptures like the Ramayana, attend cultural events, or engage with local communities to gain insights into the legends and tales associated with Dussehra.

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In the Heart of the Flames Chapter 9 Synopsis: Time is ticking down to the Kid Pirates departure and Jinjer is feeling the stress. Oswald re-emerges and causes a lot more stress

Additional Tags: AFABReader, She/Her Pronouns, violence, attempted kidnapping, attempted suicide (alluded to), angst, death of a transponder snail

WC: 2500+

Available on AO3 (can't get it to link)

                         You awoke to soft talking across the room. You blinked and rubbed your eyes.

                         “Good morning, love,” Heat’s voice called from the love-seat. He was relaxed in the love-seat with a cup of coffee.

                         “Morning sleepyhead,” Toran said opposite Heat.

                         “Good morning,” you yawned and slid out of the bed. You grabbed a robe from Toran’s closet and sat on Heat’s lap. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and snuggled into his chest. You craved his warmth and his wood fire smell. The three of you talked for a while, had some coffee and some pastries and got dressed.

                         “I’m gonna go find Kid, make sure his ass is awake,” Heat said as he left the room.

                         “Jinjer…you should go with them when they leave,” Toran said as he began to strip his bed.

                         “What? You too?” You asked.

                         “Let me guess, Bea said the same?” he smirked.

                         “Yeah. You know I can’t leave. I need to provide for them, protect them,” you said as you got dressed.

                         “No you don’t. You’ve done a great job keeping them from what or whomever you are hiding from. I know you don’t owe me the story, but they are safer if you leave,” he walked over and held your chin in his hand.

                         You just rolled your eyes at him.

                         “Now you’re just being stubborn. Bea and I can’t make you leave. Just give it some thought. They are here less than a month now,” he said.

                         “Please don’t remind me. I’m trying not to think about that,” you mumbled.

                         “I just want what’s best for you and hell, does that man care about you, and from what he said, his whole crew does. Change is hard, but necessary sometimes,” he said as he hugged you then kissed your forehead.

                         “Thanks Toran,” you said as you kissed his cheek.

                         “Anytime Jinjer,” he replied as you walked out the door.

                         The crew had mostly assembled in the main area. Killer shoved Kid out of the room they were in for the night as Kid was half asleep. You all headed back to the Punk for showers and a real breakfast.

                         The next two days were uneventful. You did hear from Henry that he was working on a new place and you got a message to Bea. Heat maintained the same level of affection he had been. You just absorbed every touch and moment you had with him.

                         Everyone agreed that The Twisted Tale was alright to return to. No sign of Oswald or any tails of his. You went more casual that night. A black strappy maxi dress with your combat boots and a jean jacket.

                         You were feeling irritable all day and calculated it was getting close to your period. Dwelling on the Kid Pirates leaving soon just made it worse. You hoped that maybe a few beers would loosen you up a bit, but it didn’t seem to help. You stayed quiet for the first part of the night, not wanting to say something out of frustration.

                         “Love, we can leave if you want. Head back to the Punk. I can rub your back…” Heat suggested before you cut him off.

                         “No, I want to go home. I want to see my family. I want to see them with my own eyes,” you said through gritted teeth as you fought back tears. You stood and threw a pile of berri on the table and headed to the door.

                         “What’s got her panties in a bunch?” Kid mumbled. Killer slapped him in the chest as Quincy slapped him in the arm.

                         “What?!” the captain yelled.

                         Heat got up to stop you, but you turned to him.

                         “Please don’t. You’re leaving in a few weeks. I’ll figure out the Oswald situation on my own since you won’t be here to help,” you said as tears began to stream down your face. The beer definitely made it worse.

                         Heat stopped in his tracks and he winced at your words.

                         “We may be leaving in a few weeks but God damn it we’re gonna help while we’re still here Jinjer,” he said as he took a deep breath to fight his own tears. Not once since you met them had you raised your voice or even behaved this way. You were grumpy sometimes but not like this.

                         “Why? So my heart can just continue to break for the next three weeks? I can’t fucking do that!” you were bawling now. You turned to the group, “Do whatever you want with my stuff, I’ll just replace it. It’s been fun.”

                         “Sweat heart, we can’t let you leave it’s not safe for you,” Wire said calmly as he tried to put a soothing hand on your shoulder. You batted it away.

                         “Are you going to stop me? Hold me down? Keep me against my will?” you yelled.

                         “That’s enough songbird. You know we don’t do that,” Kid stood and his tone was serious.

                         “Stop it with the pet names. You. Are. Gone…in three weeks. You’ll forget all about me and my fucked up past and go on your grand adventures. I wish you all the best. Have a nice life Kid Pirates,” you finished and stormed out of the bar. Your eyes were so blurry you missed that Heat wasn’t there anymore.

                         “Where’s Heat?” Killer said almost immediately.

                         “Fuck! Wire, Papas go get Heat’s vivre card and find him, fast. Kil you and me are getting Jinjer back. Quincy, Sid, go give Reck some help with the family. I got a bad feeling,” Kid ordered.

                         No words were said. They had been a crew for years now and they worked like a well oiled machine when it came down to serious business.

                         Kid and Killer left the bar and headed towards your house since that was where you said you wanted to go.

                         “Somthin’s not right Kil,” Kid said as his eyes darted around to look for you. The street was a straight shot for two blocks before you needed to start making the combination of turns to get to your house so they shouldn’t have lost you yet. You should have still been in view, even if you had started to run.

                         Killer pulled Kid down an alley.

                         “She must’ve used these,” the first mate said.

                         Kid nodded and they followed the alleys. After about a minute they heard someone talking in an adjoining alley. Kid walked straight into the alley where he heard the voices. You were on the ground, unconscious. Hands bound behind your back, and feet tied. Kid didn’t hesitate.

                         “Oh fuck!” one of the three guys said. He was on a transponder snail that he dropped as he tried to run. Kid used his power to send the knife he always had in the bandoleer across his chest through the neck of that guy. Killer ran in behind his captain and although he didn’t have his punishers he was still very adept and killing. He pounced on the next guy and snapped his neck. The third was frozen in fear. Kid grabbed him by the throat and crushed it.

                         Killer picked up the transponder snail while Kid knelt down and undid your bindings and cradled you in his arms.

                         “Hello? What is happening? You idiots better not have hurt my fiancée. I told you to bring her to me unharmed,” Oswald’s voice was on the other end.

                         “I’m gonna fucking find you and crush your head you piece of shit,” Kid snarled into the snail.

                         “You must be the pirate filth she was with. You better not have defiled her, I need her ready to provide me heirs. She’ll need to be cleansed of your putrid scent…” Killer crushed the poor snail.

                         Kid now noticed the black eye that began to form on the left side of your face and the blood that was now drying from your nose and top of your head.

                         “Fuck! We sent Papas with Wire,” Kid remembered.

                         “I’ll grab Quincy, she’s closer,” Killer said as he ran towards your house.

                         “Hey songbird. Stick with me OK? I got you. We all do,” he said and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. He didn’t know what other injuries you had so he took his time to not jostle you too much.

                         You began to stir in Kid’s arms and since you didn’t know it was him, you tried to squirm out of his grasp.

                         “Hey, songbird. You’re OK. You’re on the the Punk,” Kid tried to sooth you. Quincy met you two at the top of the gang plank.

                         “Get her to the med bay,” she said.

                         “What…? My head…I…” you struggled to get your thoughts out. Your face hurt, your knuckles too.

                         “I got you. Let’s get you looked at first,” Kid said calmly

                         “Heat! Where…” you remembered the horrible things you said. You wondered why it was Kid that had you and not your blue haired love.

                         “Wire, Pomp, Papas, and Gig are looking for him. We have his vivre card. We’ll find him,” Kid smiled at you.

                         “Kid, I gotta talk to you,” Killer’s voice was calm, but you could hear something there. Fear maybe? Your head was too foggy to get a good read on people.

                         Kid nodded and got you to the med bay. Killer immediately pulled Kid into the hallway.

                         “What?!…I can’t…no…go find…Kil go find him…alive,” you partially heard Kid’s side of the conversation. Killer spoke too quietly.

                         Quincy looked you over while you noticed Kid hadn’t returned immediately after the conversation. You did hear a loud thud and a sound you knew was from Kid, but never expected. A loud sorrow filled bellow. You saw Quincy wince and fight back tears of her own. You grabbed her hand and took a breath to try to get the words out.

                         “Where is Heat?” you looked at her with pleading eyes.

                         “We don’t know yet but the others will find him,” she didn’t elaborate.

                         “What aren’t you saying?” you asked as you felt your chest tighten and tears began to form in your unswollen eye. You could still hear Kid’s cries as things were slammed and broken against the wall of the adjacent room.

                         “Do you know what a vivre card is?” she asked as she turned to grab a few things from a cabinet.

                         “No,” you replied.

                         “It’s a piece of paper that holds the essence of a person. They’re used to help locate the person it is tied to. We have one for every commander and a handful of others, like myself and Papas,” she said as she turned and brought over a syringe and a blood collection vial.

                         “If someone is missing we can just rip a piece of the paper off and it will move in the direction of where the person is, like it’s trying to get back to them,” she sat and wrapped a tourniquet around your arm.

                         “I need to draw some blood to test for certain chemicals. It will help me treat you,” she gave you a small nod.

                         “Ok,” you said.

                         “When Wire went to get his piece of Heat’s vivre card…” she coughed as she fought back tears.

                         “Half of the piece he had was ash and the edges of the remaining piece were still burning. They checked the other pieces and the main page. Same thing happened to them,” she sniffled.

                         “Quincy, what does that mean?” you asked between tears.

                         “It means…something bad happened. Since the whole thing isn’t ash, he’s still alive,” she took a steady breath and got some blood drawn.

                         “But…it’s still burning…” you said.

                         “Yeah…he’s not doing well. Papas can triage when they find him,” she stood and placed the vial on the counter.

                         “Jinjie, Heatie is uh…” she said as Kid interrupted her.

                         “You keep working. I’ll fill her in,” he said as he pulled a chair up next to you. He didn’t hide his bloodshot and red eyes as he took your hand gently.

                         “Heat’s been through a lot. We all have, but he’s gone through some things we couldn’t even imagine,” he paused and kissed your hand.

                         “He has depression and suffers impostor syndrome. Papas has him on meds that work, mostly. He has some off days but not like before or like this,” Kid said.

                         “What do you mean by impostor syndrome?” you asked.

                         “He doesn't think he is worthy.”

                         “Worthy of what?” you asked.

                         “Love, compassion, happiness, dreams, friendship…living,” he whispered the last word.

                         “Oh, God. Did I? The things I said. Kid…please tell me he didn’t try to…”he cut you off before you finished. He sat on the gurney and pulled you to his chest.

                         “Don’t think about that. You weren’t yourself and neither was he. He knows you didn’t mean what you said. Kil, Wire and the others will get to him in time,” he hugged you tight.

                         “Q, how you doing on that blood?” he asked.

                         “There is definitely something in it, but I’ll have to wait for Papas to confirm what it is. I’m not sure,” she said as she walked over and wrapped her arms around you and Kid.

                         After a moment she got you cleaned up, bandaged your head and gave you an ice pack for your eye and your hands. She gave Kid a bottle of pain killers.

                         “Someone needs to monitor you. You’ve got a concussion and you need to be careful about sleep. Someone needs to be with you for the next 24 hours or so,” she gave you a chaste smile.

                         “I’ll do it until Heat gets back. You OK with that songbird?” he asked.

                         “Yeah. I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean it. I love your pet names. Something had me on edge all day and then it boiled over at the bar,” you said.

                         “We know. That’s why we’re testing your blood. Wire suggested it,” Quincy said as Kid helped you up.

                         “You want to lay down in Heat’s room, my room, lounge…?” Kid asked with a shrug.

                         “Heat’s, I need to smell him,” you said as Kid nodded and carried you to the fire-breather’s room.

                         He placed a glass of water on Heat’s side of the bed. You had him get out a pair of your pajamas and he silently helped you change. No lewd comments or flirtations. He helped you into Heat’s side and handed you a dose of the pain meds. Then gave you a kiss on the forehead, tossed his jacket in one of the armchairs, and sat in the other.

                         “You can lay down too. I need someone next to me,” you said.

                         He nodded, removed all but his pants. He then laid on top of the blankets as you snuggled up to him and wrapped your arm around his waist.

                         “Get some rest Jinjer. We’ll get this all figured out,” he said.

                         “Thanks Kid,” you said.

                         “You’re welcome songbird,” he replied as he put the ice pack on your swollen eye and you drifted off to sleep.

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Fun and Engaging Ganesh Chaturthi Activities for Children

Ganesh Chaturthi, an Indian festival brimming with excitement and warmth, celebrates the birth of the elephant-headed Lord Ganesha. Be it through vivid colors, tantalizing music, or cheerful customs, this occasion offers a vibrant experience essence that effortlessly captivates people of all ages, especially children. Here are some fun and engaging activities to light up the festival for the kids, ensuring they'll come away with lifelong memories and a deep understanding of Ganesh Chaturthi's cultural importance.

Crafting an Eco-Friendly Ganesha Idol: Instead of purchasing a Ganesha idol, challenge your children's creativity by guiding them to sculpt one of their own using eco-friendly materials like clay, papier-mâché, or flour dough. The hands-on activity engages children while nurturing their respect for the environment. Embellish the idols' clothing and ornaments using natural materials like dried flowers or leaves to add extra charm.

Storytelling: Holding the attention of young minds can be challenging, but narrating fascinating mythological tales about Lord Ganesha does the trick. The stories bestow children with lessons on wisdom, resilience, and devotion. Listening to auditory and visual cues through storytelling will enrich their imagination while immersing them in the vivid world of Ganesha's adventures.

Ganesh Chaturthi Themed Art: Encourage children to create artwork depicting Ganesh Chaturthi's festive spirit. Offer a variety of art supplies, like crayons, watercolors, or colored pencils, for maximum enthusiasm. Children can fashion posters showcasing Ganesha stories, illustrate steps of his worship, or simply draw their favorite aspects of the festival. Display the beautiful masterpieces around the house for family and friends to enjoy.

Modak Making: These sweet dumplings, beloved by Lord Ganesha, are an indispensable part of Ganesh Chaturthi. Introducing children to modak recipes allows them to be active participants in preparing the festive feast. Their involvement in shaping and filling modaks will spark joy and create lasting memories. While traditional modaks may appear complicated for tiny hands, variations like chocolate and coconut modaks offer simplicity and tasteful innovation.

Dance and Music: The rhythmic beats of 'dhol' and 'tasha' are synonymous with Ganesh Chaturthi celebrations. Conduct a family dance party with kids dressed in colorful, festive outfits as they groove to upbeat tunes. To take the musical voyage further, choose instruments like cymbals or tambourines and together learn a simple yet energetic Ganesha 'aarti' or devotional song.

DIY Decorations: Children love to get crafty! Assist them in making Ganesh Chaturthi-themed decorations, such as paper lotus flowers, rangolis with stencils, or homemade torans (doorways adorned with marigolds and mango leaves). Adorning the home with their creations will foster a sense of accomplishment while accentuating the festive vibes.

Awareness on Environmental Conservation: Use this festivity as an opportunity to raise environmental consciousness among children. Discuss the significance of eco-friendly celebrations, and share ways to make the event greener and more sustainable. Teach them about the impact of the immersion process on water bodies, and explore community-friendly immersion alternatives like artificial ponds or eco-ponds.

With these fun-filled, engaging activities, children will not only enjoy the festival but also imbibe its underlying cultural, spiritual, and environmental values. Ganesh Chaturthi will transform from mere pomp and grandiosity into an occasion that edifies, leaving an indelible impression on their young minds, forging a future of wholesome celebrations.

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[nightblood]

I’m reading Tales of Deltora and I love how the Ralads remembered their fake town trick from the first invasion. And I like how the Jalis and Plains people give up their gems because they remember Opal the Dreamer.

Meanwhile the Toran people continue to scree themselves over because they tried to hide a part of their past they found shameful.

Emily Rodda really wants you to know that you should remember your history, even the shameful, unpleasant parts.

[swapnil1690]

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Ch2 - Operation Grandpup Drop (A SitBoy Discord Crack Fic)

Created by awesome people on the SessKag SitBoy Discord, one post at a time in complete wild abandon. This is a SessKag crack fic.

Chapter 2:

mythicamagicToday at 3:20 AM Sesshoumaru, meanwhile, had taken off on his own, eyes narrow. He could still hear the words of his mother ringing in his ears as he flew above the trees. But it was no matter. He felt certain he'd smelt Naraku's foul stench close by.

Walter205Today at 9:04 AM Inukimi watched her son go after giving the strange garment the briefest of sniffs before dropping it to the ground in his haste to leave. She sighed softly before turning to glance at the others. Her Sky Palace would be a most suitable location for the breedings to occur, perhaps she should round everyone up from both camps and have them waiting there for both her son and her hopeful second when they arrive?

Even if no one else breeds on their own, they could prove a useful distraction fodder for her amusement while she waited, in addition to an added incentive for her son and the miko to come visit her, if for no other reason then to "retrieve" their companions, then she would be able to spring her growing little plan into action. Nodding to herself silently, she smiled softly as her hands started glowing pink as she called her debilitating poison to the surface of her claws…

Slayer07/30/2019 While Sesshomaru  stood shocked that this she/he incarnation  asked to play with his hair. Naraku took his moment of shock to escape in a massive cloud of miasma

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 Poof! Frustrated, Sesshomaru glared at the new incarnation, "Do you always do what Daddy says, or can you think for yourself?" Gritting his teeth, "Your weak blood will sully my sword if I run you through."

Walter20507/30/2019 Jaken could still hear the clashing of swords but they were fading into the distance. Earlier Kohaku and Rin had tried to flee from Inukimi, leaving Jaken free to make his escape in the other direction. Trying to follow the path his Lord took through the forest, he came upon a hot springs. Neither his Lord nor the enemy he sounded to be fighting were present, although the miko's yellow satchel and odd items were strewn about the area, along with some signs a fight or two had taken place here.

His curiosity once again got the better of him as he examined several items from the Miko's Satchel, before coming across another odd garment, this one containing straps and two cups, the latter of which had soft padding that felt very pleasant to the touch. Jaken had no idea what this was used for but them came up with the idea that it might some kind of padded armor, meant to be worn under the clothes.

After stripping and bathing in the springs, he tried putting it on, but it seemed oddly sized for a toad of his stature. Still, he managed to get it where one cup protected his head and the other gave him some comfort when he sat down. On the negative side though his clothes couldn't quite fit over the armor but to be honest the padded armor covered enough of him that he didn't need to worry about it for the time being, after all the two battling warriors could return at any moment so Jaken hurriedly collected the other things into the Satchel before carrying it off into the forest, away from the sounds of battle.

mythicamagic07/30/2019 It smelled... Fusty. Or maybe it could be described as wet dog smell, but less without the dog and more... "Ah you're awake!" Kouga grinned, looking down at her. Kagome winced. Wolf. "K-kouga.." she sat up, squeaking when the furs draped over her naked body slipped down. She quickly hugged them to her chest. "Where are we? Where's Naraku?"

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 "Ah, there's no need to hide. I've already see-!" Clap! Her palm left a bright red mark on his cheek. "You've seen nothing!" She held fistfuls of the fur against her chest, and repeated slowly, "You. Kouga. Have. Seen. Nothing." He scratched the back of his neck, "Uh, right." He blinked, still smiling. She wanted to slap the stupid grin off his face, instead she gritted her teeth, "Thanks for saving me back there." Not catching a hint, he patted her head, "Of course I would protect my woman!" His expression quickly shifted to anger, "Where was dog breath!?" Kagome shrugged, "Back at camp, I was at a hot springs." That wasn't the point though, she needed to know, "Were you able to get Naraku?" Kouga shook his head. "Now that you are awake, I need to track the bastard down." He tilted his chin at a young wolf youkai to his side, "This boy will take care of you until we return." She looked over at the child and winced, "Wai-t!" But he was already gone.

mythicamagic07/30/2019 Kagome sighed. Well, there was no way she'd be waiting around twiddling her thumbs. She awkwardly glanced at the boy. "Could you um.. Turn around for a second?" The boy complied, and by the time he was given permission to turn back, Kagome was standing in a dress she'd somehow fashioned out of the furs that had been acting as a blanket. The boy blinked. "How did-" "No time~" she smiled brightly, waving. "I'm gonna go now. Do you have a bow and arrow handy?" Or underwear she wanted to add.

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 Itchy and smelling something akin to what she imagined an opossum might smell like, Kagome left with a bow, some arrows, and a package of food she suspected might be rancid. Trying not to be rude, she'd taken the offered package despite the smell, but with no intention of eating it, she left it by the entrance on her way out.

mythicamagic07/30/2019 Sango had taught her how to track, but it didn't exactly take a genius to work out which way Kouga had gone after leaving the rocky terrain. Broken twigs paved the way, like a hurricane had swept through. Wincing as the forest floor met her bare feet, Kagome raised her head, feeling the tell tale pull of jewel shards further ahead.

Stormie Like Weather07/30/2019 Unconcerned, Kagome made her way through the path created by the brash wolf, when something strange caught the edge of her sight. The little object gleamed in the sunlight. A plastic covered ramen cup..."How did this get here?" Looking further ahead, she noticed more items from the future dropped along the path. "Oh no!" She'd left her bag at the hot spring. "Some one has my backpack!" Stomp running, she gathered up her things, carrying them against her chest until she couldn't carry any more. She eyed her first aid kit in a bush. Her brow ticked. "I'm going to kill someone..."

Slayer07/30/2019 Jaken felt a shiver run down his back and a dark sense of impending doom.

Walter20507/30/2019 That sense of impending doom proved accurate when a distantly familiar female figure emerged from the edge of the clearing that he had been taking a breathing break in. It took several moments for Jaken to remember where he had seen the lithe figure with red hair and eyes before. While he couldn't remember this particular female's name, he recognized what she was instantly.

"You...you're...," he stammered as he took a few steps back with the satchel at his side.

"Karan, of the Panther Demon Tribe. I remember you, you're Lord Sesshomaru's Lackey. I bring an proposal to him, an offer from our leader Toran," said the figure as she came closer to him.

"N...no, stay back!" yelled Jaken as he started taking items from the largely depleted satchel and throwing them at her. Karan dodged most of them with ease but one item caught her interest for an unknown reason to her. A vial with a dotted green substance inside, with a little note attached that read; 'For Buyo, do not take to past'.

The cat's curiosity getting the best of her, she opened the vial and took a quick sniff before her eyes glazed over. She stuck her tongue and gently licked the edge of the green stuff before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed backwards, mewing and purring softly as she spasmed and thrashed about on the ground.

"Buyo must mean Panther Poison, I must keep this with me," exclaimed Jaken as he gathered the various spilled things, put them back in the satchel, then continued on his way.

Stormie Like Weather08/01/2019 "Merow...merow...merrrroooooow." Kagome swallowed hard, staring at a fully transformed panther demon as it batted at a squeaky toy she'd intended to use as a way to taunt Inuyasha. She blinked, and shook her head. The youkai suddenly hissed at the stuffed toy and it caught fire. "Merrrrrrow!" Her tail swished back and forth, and she rolled over onto her back, kicking in the air at an invisible opponent. Kagome sighed, "I'm so done today. If one more crazy thing happens..." That's when she heard the squawking up ahead. "Jaken." She seethed. His head was illuminated by the setting sun, and what he was wearing was unmistakable. The lace. The silk. The 600 yen price tag dangling from the strap. With a clatter, everything in her arms fell to the ground, and she charged the stupid toad with an arrow in her hand. "You perverted frog! Just you wait, when I get my hands on you, you're gonna pay!"

Walter20508/01/2019 The feeling of impending doom was upon him again. Turning his head as he heard a noise behind him, Jaken's eyes opened wide as he took in the visage of the spectre of death herself, an irate and familiar human female scantily clad in furs, eyes glowing as pink a color as the tip of the arrow that she held in her hand.

"Please no I'm sorry you can have it all back!" he squawked as he shrugged off the bra and dropped the satchel. All it did however was to make it where she could strike him at will without further damaging any of her belongings. With a cry of fury that channeled all of her frustrations of the day, she stabbed the arrow into his toaddy buttocks, causing him to cry out in anguish as the little purifying power there burned his slimy tooshy.

Flexing her arms that had built up years of strength from lugging around said packed yellow satchel, Kagome lifted the impaled Jaken up onto her bow and notched him into the sky as she pulled and released, sending the toad arcing into the night sky with a terrified yell on a pink contrail as she sent him blasting off again.

Collapsing to her knees afterwards as the adrenaline started to wear off, Kagome took stock of her belongings present. She picked up her brand new push up bra by one of the...uninfected straps and examined the slime and sweat infested materials within as she mentally wrote off the expense, knowing that even if she washed it five hundred times she would never be able to wear it without thinking of the toad wearing it.

Stormie Like Weather08/01/2019 After digging a small hole, Kagome said a few kind words about her bra before dropping it in, "I never got to use you, but you were one of the best bras I've ever bought online." She wiped away a tear with the back of her hand, "I wish I could have worn you at least once before the end." She pushed dirt over the tiny grave. For a moment she wondered if tempting the well's power would be worth it for the chance to have a bra again. Probably not. She could try to make one, but it'd be a sad comparison to what had been lost. There was a chance she'd run across one of the other two she'd brought with her, but the likelihood of finding them was slim, and who knew if Jaken had rubbed his slimy butt all over those as well. Backtracking to gather up the belongings she'd dropped at the sight of the filthy little creature, she noticed the panther demon had left the area. The faint sounds of battle laid ahead. With her backpack zipped closed, she pulled it up on her shoulder. Fists clenched, glaring at the path ahead, Kagome vowed to do more damage to Naraku than biting his tentacle the next time they met.

imjaneees08/01/2019 Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and she's a scorned woman who just got a few good bucks wasted. Underwears were ridiculously expensive and that was one fine pair she just got herself. Not mention if was probably desecrated by an overgrown toad with major personality problems.

A shiver went down her spine and Kagome didn't know if it was out of revulsion or her sometimes reliable sixth sense telling her that things weren't about her way again.

Stormie Like Weather08/01/2019 Darkness crept in, but she could still hear the clanging of swords and growls of youkai. Out of no where, Kagome fell back with an, "Oof!" Her back slammed into rocks while her chest felt like a brick sat on it. Coughing, she opened her eyes to the strangest visual. A woman, no a man, straddled her breasts. Glittery bearded, blood red eyes sparkling, hair tied up like Kaguras'.  "Hey girl!" Kagome blinked, "Um, hi." She winced, "Do you think you could get off my chest?" He shook his head, "Daddy says I can't, but let's be friends anyway! Okay?" The crazy look in his eyes gave her chills. She nodded slowly while praying to Kami she'd make it through this.

Slayer08/01/2019 In a flash of red and white the bearded lady was tossed off of Kagome.

Stormie Like Weather08/02/2019 Blinking through the dust, Kagome expected to see Inuyasha standing there with his sword at Sparkle Beard's throat, but, much to her surprise, it was Sesshomaru promising his death.

imjaneees08/02/2019 Still reeling from the very creepy image of Kagura with a beard, Kagome silently prayed that if was the real Sesshomaru this time. She's had enough tentacle experience for one day.

Walter20508/02/2019 Both of them had been momentarily distracted by the pink arrow arcing up into the night sky in the distance with a screaming form atop it, but Sesshomaru with his superior battle prowess was the first to recover and managed to land a fatal blow against Murakumo. The incarnation let out a hideous death scream before it changed into mocking laughter before his form disappeared and a golem token appeared, split in half.

Sesshomaru sighed audibly, recalling that after his eleventh power up while hidden in seclusion that Naraku had gained the ability to provide golems for this incarnations in addition to himself. In addition, after his 13th hidden power up, he had gained the ability to equip his bees with biological boomboxes that mocked them whenever they defeated a golem.

Right on time came by a saimyosho going "kukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku..." as it flew by before being swatted by Sesshomaru's green poison whip. Turning, he headed in the direction that the arrow had come from earlier, before coming across the sight of a beared version of Kagura sitting on the miko's chest. He stopped and stared at the two of them before knocking the bearded thing off.

"Right, enough is enough for one day," muttered Sesshomaru as he unleashed an attack on the untypical figure. The incarnation deflected the attack, but by the time the smoke had cleared, Sesshomaru had gathered Kagome into his arms and formed the ball of light around them both before taking off into the night sky. The bearded Kagura tried to pursue but was rapidly being left in the dust.

revang08/02/2019 “Boo, that’s no fun,” Murakumo pouted, coming to a stop when the pair were out of his range of detection. “And just look what they’ve done to my lovely sakura pink hakama! This is going to take scrubbing.” After a minute of dejectedly stroking his ever-sparkly beard, he sighed. “I suppose I have to go report back to daddy now. He’s, like, so not going to be happy.”

Walter20508/02/2019 Inukimi sighed as she wrapped a hand around the enchanted necklace resting on her shoulders, watching the impudent half demon before her actually try to challenge her authority over all of them. He had drawn his sword and even dared to raise it against her, in her own sky palace none the less!

"Now you'll die for kidnapping us! Take this, Blades of Boulders!" yelled Inuyasha as he used the Rock Tetsuiga to unleash boulders formed into the shapes of claw strikes at his half brother's mother.

Unsuprisingly, a barrier formed into existence to block his attack, leaving him dumbfounded that one of his most powerful recently learned attacks was totally ineffective against his nemesis. As was usually the case, he fell back on a old friend of his next as he leapt into the air for his next attack.

"It's over. Wind Scar!"

At this point Sango, Miroku, and Shippou placed their heads into their hands. They knew he had run out of options at that point, but why does he think that that'll work? All three of them sighed out loud while the old energy attack struck and sizzled out against the barrier.

"Are you done playing tantrum, Inu Child?" asked Inukimi as her eyes started glowing with warning of potential punishments to come.

revang08/02/2019 Inuyasha growled low in his throat, still brandishing his Tessaiga. He didn’t know what this crazy bitch was capable of, and he didn’t like it one bit. There was no way in hell he was going to just let her keep them here captive. He still had to go find Kagome!

Miroku sighed and shook his head at his brash hanyou friend. He appreciated the protectiveness, and knew it was his way of caring for them, but sometimes.... Well, this had gone on long enough.

He calmly walked up and placed his hand on Inuyasha’s shoulder. “Come now, Inuyasha, is this any way to treat our hostess? She has promised Kagome will be joining us here. We should listen to what the lovely lady has to say.”

This last comment earned him a glower from Sango, and he smiled back at her guiltily, scratching the back of his head.

Walter20508/02/2019 "Naraku, today is the day that I will end your reign of terror. This time you've gone too far, going after my intended like that!" yelled Kouga as he leaped to attack the demon that had been looking for his trail.

"Ah, the young demon leader of the Wolf Tribe returns. Did you come to peacefully hand over your five shards of the jewel?" asked Naraku mockingly as he prepared for battle.

"Shut up and die!" Kouga yelled as he leapt into the air and attacked with a leg kick. He surpisingly made impact with Naraku's body, wondering why he didn't impact the barrier first. The answer became clear when his leg started being absorbed into Naraku's body.

"No! I don't want this, you can't take me like this, I won't let it happen!" yelled Kouga while trying to free himself from Naraku's digusting mass.

"Heh, what would you know about not wanting something? If you had any clue you would know that Kagome doesn't want you in the least, yet you still pine for her affections at every turn as if she's going to suddenly warm up to you. But don't worry, I'll give you the companionship that she never will as you become one with me," Naraku cruelly taunted as the wolf continued to be further absorbed into his body.

revang08/02/2019 Suddenly in the sky came a bright pink projectile, squawking shrilly as it raced directly towards the fighting pair. At the last second, Naraku threw himself back, just barely avoiding the dangerous missile of purity, but losing his hold on the wolf. The arrow yelped repeatedly as it tumbled over and over itself, finally resting in a thatch of bushes several yards away.

Walter20508/02/2019 Kouga was not one to waste a good opportunity to run away. In a quick swirl of dust he was gone, taking the screaming pink object with him as it was caught up in his cyclone. Knowing that Naraku would be chasing after him though, he changed direction and instead of heading back to the Wolf Demon Hideout he instead started chasing Puppyboy's scent, although he seemed to almost be flying as the scent on the air seemed.

Stormie Like Weather08/02/2019 "See!" Kouga thought to himself while running, "Kagome just saved my life, there's no way she could have known of my being in danger if she didn't feel it in her heart."

[zahroreadsthings]

The short stories in the land of dragons were meant to be tenna birdsong tales but I still maintain that they should have been in del folklore instead and i know noone cares but it's been bothering me for YEARS

The stories are centred around del and dorne, but theyre much more involved in the more recent history side of things than the very ancient side of a lot of the tenna birdsong tales (or at least the vibe I get)

They're in a completely different style! Tenna birdsong tales were written as fairy tales and from all the ones we know of, only two have dialogue - one line from opal the dreamer and a few lines from the girl with the golden hair. The land of dragons, on the other hand? Proper short stories that are much longer, get into more detail about events and characters etc, are obviously linked together

It would be so so nice to see folktales from other tribes. iirc we have a handful of tenna birdsong (that joseph had to actively work into stringing into chronological order; the land of dragons stories were much more obviously connected with shared events characters etc) and one (1) verse from a toran folksong in the deltora book of monsters regarding the birth of the glus. I feel like there were mentions of mere ones (there were definitely some work songs about historic events and like I love work songs) And like WOULDNT it be nice to have some other styles and tribes mixed in there! And tlod is already stylistically distinct from tenna so go! that! extra! step!

And in a perfect world rodda would have published the first volume of the deltora annals where all the folk stories and songs are recorded but no we have ^ that and a 22 year old being annoyed at fictional folklore in a fictional book series written for 10 year olds

[ob-directory]

1990년대 중반을 지나며 현대미술과 현대디자인의 접경에서 흥미로운 상호침투가 일어났다. ‘디자인에서 미술로의 침투’를 대표하는 인물은 앤서니 던(Anthony Dunne, 1964-)이었다. 1999년 발간한 <헤르츠 이야기(Hertzian Tales)>에서 그는, ‘기생-기능(para-function)’이라는 용어를 내세워 제품 인터페이스의 상징 기능에 주목하고, 비평적 소격 효과를 추구하는 디자인 실천이 가능하다고 주장했다. 이후, 실용성의 세계에서 살짝 비껴선 채 메타 기능을 구현하는 “비평적 디자인(critical design)”을 실천하는 일군의 3D 디자이너들이 등장했다. 그들은 현대미술관과 비엔날레의 양적 팽창이 제공하는 다양한 전시 기회를 십분 활용하는 동시에, 정체 상태에 빠진 디자인 교육 기관을 순회하며 강연과 워크숍을 수행했다.

건축 쪽에선 딜러 & 스코피디오(Diller & Scofidio), MVRDV, 아틀리에바우와우(Atelier Bow-Wow, アトリエ・ワン) 등을, 산업디자인 쪽에선 개념적 디자인 회사인 드로흐(Droog), 메이와덴키(Maywa Denki, 明和電機), 위르겐 베이(Jurgen Bey, 1965-), 마르티노 감퍼(Martino Gamper, 1971-), 노엄 토란(Noam Toran, 1975-), 제임스 오거(James Auger, 1970-)와 지미 로이조(Jimmy Loizeau, 1968-) 듀오, 잭슨홍(Jackson Hong, 1971-) 등을 대표로 꼽을 수 있다.

그래픽 디자인에서도 상황은 크게 다르지 않았다. 앤서니 던처럼 혼성적 실천을 도드라지게 만든 인물은 없었지만, 디자이너 얀 반 토른(Jan van Toorn, 1932-)과 이론가 릭 포이너(Rick Poynor, 1957-) 등이 유사한 역할을 맡았다. 1997년 얀반아이크아카데미에서 열린 <디자인을 넘어선 디자인(Design Beyond Design)>이란 제목의 심포지엄을 기점으로 변화가 일었다. 이후, 작업의 특성을 이해하는 소수의 클라이언트와 협업하며, 백색의 갤러리 공간에서 실험작을 제시하고, 디자인 교육 기관 등에서 강연과 워크숍을 진행하는, 소규모 디자인 스튜디오의 시대가 열렸다.

M/M 파리(M/M Paris), 메비스 & 반 되르선(Mevis & Van Deursen), 덱스터 시니스터(Dexter Sinister), 다니엘 반 데르 벨던(Daniel Van Der Velden, 1971-), 엑스페리멘털 제트셋(Experimental Jetset), 율리아 보른(Julia Born 1975-), 슬기와 민(Sulki & Min) 등이 대표적이다.

하지만, 큰 상업적 성공을 거둔 이들은 따로 있었다. 소위 ‘디자인 아트’로 불리는 영역에 속하는 디자이너-작가 혹은 작가-디자이너들이 그 주인공이다. 디자이너-작가, 즉 디자이너지만 미술가연하는 이로는, 론 아라드(Ron Arad, 1951-)와 자하 하디드(Zaha Hadid, 1950-) 그리고 마크 뉴슨(Marc Newson, 1963-)이 유명하다. 의자나 테이블이라고 만든 게 대리석이나 주물로 된 조각품이니, 에디션 수도 적고 미술 시장의 가격에 맞춰 가격도 높은 것이 당연하다는 식이다. 거래도 주로 이름난 상업갤러리를 통해 이뤄진다.

작가-디자이너, 즉 미술가지만 작업 외의 디자인을 수행한 경우로는, 미술가로서 빼어난 미니멀 가구를 제작했던 도널드 저드(Donald Judd, 1928-1994)를 언급하는 것이 옳겠다. 그러나, 정작 ‘디자인 아트’의 영역에서 유통되는 작가-디자이너는 드물다. 명목상 ‘디자인 아트’라고 지목되는 현대미술은, 대개 디자인의 문법이나 형식을 차용한 작품이다. 카르스텐 횔러(Carsten Höller, 1961-), 슈퍼플렉스(Superflex), 호르헤 파르도(Jorge Pardo, 1963-), 래이철 화이트리드(Rachel Whiteread, 1963-), 필립 파레노(Philippe Parreno, 1964-), 안젤라 블로흐(Angela Bulloch, 1966-), 토비아스 레베르거(Tobias Rehberger, 1966-) 등이 곧잘 언급되지만, 그들 가운데 양질의 디자인을 목표로 삼은 이는 없었을 게다.

이러한 ‘미술에서 디자인으로의 침투(아닌 침투)’를 가장 먼저 포착한 인물은 큐레이터 니콜라 부리오(Nicolas Bourriaud, 1965-)였다. 1998년 출간한 <관계성의 미학(Esthétique relationnelle)>에서 그는, “이제 미술 작품의 역할은, 유토피아적인 상상의 리얼리티를 추구하는 데 있지 않고, 작가의 선택에 의해 어떤 스케일로건, 실재하는 삶의 방식이나 행위의 모델을 구성하는 데 있다”고 단언했다. 그리고, (종종 디자인 마케팅의 문법과 형식을 전유하는) ‘관계적 미술(Relational Art)’이 유행하기 시작했다.

지난 10년간 현대미술과 디자인의 중첩을 다룬 크고 작은 전시가 열렸다. 2007년 제네바 컨템퍼러리아트센터에서 개막해 2009년 런던 소머셋하우스에서 폐막한 순회전 <그럼 좋지 않았을까... ...미술과 디자인에서의 소망적 사고(Wouldn't It Be Nice... ...Wishful Thinking in Art and Design)>는, 디자이너와 미술가의 혼성적 실천을 비교하는 흥미로운 자리였다. 또한 부대 행사로 마련된 심포지엄 <AC|DC — 컨템퍼러리 아트, 컨템퍼러리 디자인>(2007년 10월 26-27일, 제네바대학교)은, 디자인과 미술의 상호 중첩을 이론적으로 규명하는 기회가 됐다. (비슷한 이슈를 조사 방법론의 차원에서 다룬 출판 기획이, 베라 뷜만[Vera Bühlmann]과 마르틴 비드머[Martin Wiedmer]가 편집·발간한 <사전-세부사항: 디자인과 미술의 리서치에 대한 비교언어학적 제 연구(Pre-Specifics: Some comparatistic investigations on research in design and art)>(2008)다.)

허나 이러한 결산 작업은, 디자인과 미술의 상호 침투를 진작하기보다는, ‘여러 실험적 도전에도 불구하고 디자인과 미술의 제도적 구분은 엄연하다’는 현실을 강조했다. 디자인을 전유한 미술가들은 제도화된 형식만을 빌렸을 뿐 디자인계 내부로 발을 들여놓지는 않았고, 미술제도 안에서 활동의 자유를 얻은 디자이너들이 제 직업적 정체성을 위협하는 수준까지 실험을 지속하는 경우는 드물었다.

(<AC|DC — 컨템퍼러리 아트, 컨템퍼러리 디자인>에서 릭 포이너가 지적한 바 있듯,) 2005년 ‘디자인 아트’라는 모호한 개념을 동명의 저서에서 제시한 미술평론가 알렉스 콜스(Alex Coles, 1971-)는, 2007년 편집·발간한 앤솔로지 <디자인과 미술(Design and Art)>에서 ‘디자인을 전유한 미술’과 ‘미술이길 희망하는 디자인’ 사이를 오락가락했다. 미술시장의 거품이 무너지기 전엔, ‘디자인 아트’, ‘컨템퍼러리 오브제’ 따위의 이름을 단 중소 아트페어가 등장, 디자인과 미술을 포괄하는 새로운 시장이 연출되기도 했다. 하지만 그런 망상의 시기는 무척 짧았고, ‘디자인 아트’는 이제 몇몇 미적 사기꾼들, 즉 작가연하는 디자이너들의 빛바랜 장르로 전락했다. ///

추신) 디자이너-작가건 작가-디자이너건, 디자인과 미술 양쪽 모두의 맥락에서 미적으로 유효한 작업을 남긴 이들은 살아남을 터. 역사적 평가와 기록의 문제는, 학계의 오랜 숙제로 남을 전망이다.

추신2) 디자인과 미술의 혼성이라는 시대적 현상과 광범위한 착각을 이용해, 현대 디자인도 아니고, 사실 컨템퍼러리 아트도 아닌 것을 만들어 한 세월을 풍미하는 '디자인-아티스트 연기자'도 있다. 대표적 인물이 리엄 길릭(Liam Gillick, 1964-)과 토비아스 레베르거(Tobias Rehberger, 1966-)다. 2009년 베니스비엔날레에서 리엄 길릭이 독일관에 그저 그런 가구와 박제 고양이를 전시해놓고 프랑크푸르트 키친 운운하며 '디자인 공간의 경험'을 강조했던 것이나, 같은 해 베니스비엔날레의 본전시인 <세상을 만들기(Fare Mondi, Making Worlds)>에서 이탈리아 포스트모더니즘을 브리콜라주해놓은 듯한 카페테리아를 만들어 황금사자상을 거머쥐었던 일은, 훗날 모두 (별로 웃기지 않은) 희극으로나 간주될 테다.

[fyulquihime]

Everlasting Reflection: The Moon Underwater

by Archtiger

Main Protagonist: Sesshomaru Main Pairing: Sesshomaru (Inuyasha) X Tia Harribel (Bleach) Additional Information: Original stories of both Inuyasha and Bleach are used with very little modifications. Mythological entities and concepts are used with significant modifications to connect them with the story. Only characters are used of Castlevania: Lords Shadow 2, Warrirors Orochi 3 Ultimate, Dissidia: Final Fantasy, and God of War to give reference of the appearance of various OCs and Mythological entities, though at some places their backstory and concept is use as well with significant modifications.

It is a legend originated from the original plots of Inuyasha and Bleach with the involvement of various Mythologies. The worlds of Yokais, Shinigamis, and Hollows are connected and controlled by the higher entities of this universe and this relation is slowly getting revealed to all because the so called rulers of universe are now acting for various purposes. Some of them are selfish and evil while some are noble and guided by the God. This is a story of a bond between a Demon and a Hollow, blooming amidst the chaos of a decisive showdown between forces of God and ultimate Evil.

Words: 1058, Chapters: 1/500, Language: English

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, Bleach, Greek and Roman Mythology, Chinese Mythology, Abrahamic Religions, Warriors Orochi, Castlevania: Lords of Shadow, Dissidia: Final Fantasy, God of War (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Sesshoumaru (InuYasha), Tia Harribel, Coyote Starrk, Nelliel Tu Oderschvank, Ulquiorra Cifer, Gabriel Belmont | Dracula

Relationships: Sesshomaru/Tia Harribel, Sesshomaru/Kagura, Ulquiorra Cifer/Inoue Orihime, Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo, Grimmjow Jaegerjaques/Toran

Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossover Pairings, Canon Crossover

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[oblio-k]

Scared of Julian, Garak’s seven year old son demands that he marry Constable Odo instead of dating the doctor, and makes Garak realize just how lonely he is on the station.

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“Yadik-” Garak barely managed to hold back another heaving sigh as a small hand tugged on his sleeve for the second time that evening, making him mess up the shirt he was sewing. He grabbed his seam-ripper. “Yadik?”

Children could be a nuisance, truly, but he’d known that Toran would be this way. All of Mila’s stories about how troublesome he was as a child had served as a warning that any child of his would be the same way.

All he needed to do was indulge the boy for a minute or two, and he would return to the memory training program Garak had managed to get for him. “What is it, my dear?”

“You remember what I asked you earlier, Yadik?”

Distinctively. Even if Cardassians didn’t have such good memory, he would still be reliving the memory at the mention of it. Even after an hour, he was just as ruffled from what the boy had suggested the last time he tugged at his sleeve as he was when it first left the boy’s mouth.

He nodded. “Yes, clearly. You asked me why I choose to spend my time with Doctor Bashir, and then told me I should pursue relations with Constable Odo.” He’d half expected it to be some joke, possibly arranged by Commander Dax, but Toran had been entirely serious.

Toran nodded solemnly. “I did as you asked.”

He’d told him to go back to the padd the program was on, but instead, Toran had spent the better part of an hour out of the shop. What could the boy have thought he’d asked? It came to him, and he dropped his tools. A Bajoran customer looking at a dress glanced at him, but then turned back to inspecting the clothing.

“Toran! You went to the Constable?” Odo would hate him, especially if Toran worded it in a way that made it seem like it was his suggestion, even though he had told the boy that if he were to consider pursuing relations with the Constable he would want to know how Odo felt about it. It was entirely un-Cardassian to go and ask outright, and Toran had done just that. He was failing in raising his son properly if Toran didn’t understand the basics of subtlety at his age. How could he have let this happen?

The boy accompanied him on his lunches with Julian enough that he should have known what proper Cardassian courting was. Toran knew of his intent for the doctor, but he’d gotten it into his head that Odo was a better match for him, for reasons Garak hadn’t been able to pry out of him earlier.

“Why are you upset?” Toran frowned. “I asked him, just as you said to!”

“My dear... As a proper Cardassian, you have to master the art of-”

“Auntie Dax said it’s better to just ask people how they feel!” Toran interrupted. “And how are you supposed to know how Odo feels about you if you never ask him?”

“Don’t call Commander Dax that, it’s improper. You are not her nephew.” Federation ideas were being fed to Toran’s highly impressionable young mind. He needed to keep a better eye on him. What was he thinking, allowing him to wander around? Mila had been right to drag him home and whack him whenever he went exploring where he shouldn’t. Toran mumbled an agreement, and he continued, “And there are many ways to find out without being so blatantly obvious. You must pay more attention during my discussions with Doctor Bashir, you’ll learn a lot.”

“But I don’t like Doctor Bashir! He’s scary! I like Odo! Marry him instead!”

Did he have to shout that? The customer was openly staring, and Garak could hardly believe how shameless a child could be. The shout had riled Toran up, and he put his hands on his shoulders to calm him. “My dear, don’t be so loud.”

“I hate Bashir! Stop dating him!” His voice didn’t lower at all, and he clenched his little fists.

“I am not dating Doctor Bashir, my dear, wherever did you get that idea?” He’d told Toran he intended to date Julian, but that they weren’t a couple yet, which was the truth.

“Good! Marry Odo!”

Would it be so wrong to cover Toran’s mouth, smother him with the half mended shirt until the humiliation of this passed? Mila would have whacked him upside the head if he’d tried something like this as a child. However, Toran responded poorly to even friendly jabs by Julian and Chief O’Brien, so he wouldn’t do that. It left him with very few options.

A firm but quiet explanation would have to do. “My dear, I have no desire to marry Constable Odo. What gave you the impression that I would want to be in a relationship with him?”

“You eat breakfast with him.”

“Eating a meal with him occasionally does not mean I am romantically attracted to him.”

“You eat lunch once a week with Doctor Bashir, and you’re attracted to him!”

“I am not attracted to Doctor Bashir.” Toran frowned even more at the lie, unaware of the customer that was still in the shop. Why couldn’t they leave so he could sit Toran down and firmly explain things at a normal volume without lying more than he needed to? “There is more to romance than eating together.”

“Conversation and debate.” Toran did know some Cardassian tradition, at least. He’d managed to teach the boy that much in the short time he’d lived on the station. “You talk together during breakfast.”

That much was true. “It would be rude to be silent. Talking during a meal is very important to Cardassians, my dear. Eating together is as much about the discussion as it is the food.”

“Odo told me that when he was sick, you stayed with him the whole time. You like Doctor Bashir because he did that for you when you were ill!”

Great guls, there really were a lot of similarities, now that Toran brought it up. It almost made him wonder why he was pursuing Bashir instead of Odo. If he was in a relationship with Odo, not only would he get opportunity and protection from the Federation, but he would also get it from Bajor and the Dominion.

He couldn’t let that distract him. It would only encourage Toran. “Ah, my dear, you’ve forgotten. I want my partner to enjoy the things I do. Constable Odo has no interest in fashion or literature.”

“Aunt-” Toran caught himself, “-Commander Dax told me Odo really enjoys reading! He likes mystery novels. You keep giving Doctor Bashir enigma tales, but he doesn’t like that they’re all guilty. Maybe Odo would like to read one!”

Intriguing, but Toran didn’t need to keep being so loud. He put a finger on the boy’s lips. “There is no need to yell. I understand there are a few similarities between how I spend my time with Bashir and Odo, but they are just my friends.” Really, he needed to keep Toran in the shop more. Not only would he be able to keep an eye on him, but he was very insistent, and a customer would be hard pressed to deny him if he was a salesperson.

“But, Yadik-”

“I promise I will talk to the Constable tomorrow.” To apologize for Toran’s boldness, but the boy didn’t need to know that. “Go back to your studies. Education-”

“-is power!” Cheered up by the assurance, Toran smiled, and went to find the padd.

Garak finally let himself sigh, and made eye contact with the customer, who flushed and looked away, ashamed at having been caught staring. He really needed to work on teaching Toran proper public conduct, or else the whole station would be hearing about how his son thought he should marry the security chief.

-

“So, I heard you and Constable Odo have tied the knot.”

A curious idiom he hadn’t heard before, but Garak assumed that it meant two people getting into a relationship. He huffed, crossing his arms.

How had Julian heard about that so soon? There was no way that one customer from yesterday had managed to spread it all the way to the senior staff so quickly. Unless, perhaps, they had spread the word to someone in Quark’s, where the Ferengi would have passed it on to Jadzia, who was just as terrible a gossip as him.

Or perhaps Odo himself had told his friends about whatever Toran had said to him yesterday. He hadn’t gotten the chance yet to apologize for Toran’s indecent behavior.

The doctor looked rather amused by the rumor, leaning forward in his seat and grinning, so Garak pretended to be disappointed that he knew. “We were really hoping to keep it a secret until after...” What was the charming human word? Ah- “...our honeymoon, but I suppose I can’t fault Toran for talking about it in public. He was just so excited, the little darling.”

“I hear Risa is wonderful this time of year. You and the Constable should go there. I would be glad to watch Toran for you while you’re gone. Although, I must say, I’m hurt that I wasn’t invited to the wedding.”

“A wonderful idea, I’ll discuss it with Odo as soon as I see him. My sincerest apologizes for not inviting you, my dear Doctor, but we wanted something private, and I couldn’t let you ruin it with your horrible sense of fashion.”

“I understand. I would love to hear about it though, unless it was just signing forms...?”

“No, we had a very small ceremony. Toran wore the most darling little suit, which I created, of course, and I convinced Odo to shapeshift into a tuxedo. Captain Sisko was kind enough to officiate for us, and Major Kira was our witness, as Odo’s closest friend.”

Julian had begun laughing as soon as he mentioned Odo in a tuxedo, and Garak smiled, glad to entertain. It took a while for Julian to calm down enough to speak. He thought the doctor would move on to the next topic, perhaps to discuss the enigma tale Garak had lent him, but he didn’t. “Are you upset it wasn’t a proper Cardassian wedding?”

“A little, but Toran and I wore traditional clothing, and then I opened that nice bottle of kanar I had saved in my quarters. I let him have his first taste to celebrate.”

“And did he like it?”

Toran had actually taken a long sip from the bottle a few days ago, upon waking late in the night and wanting a drink. Unable to reach the replicator and ask for water, he’d searched the room for something. He’d woken up Garak when he started coughing, and had made a mess of himself, getting kanar all over his shirt and hands.

So Garak wasn’t lying when he answered, “It was a bit too strong for him, though he didn’t seem to mind the taste.”

“Poor boy.”

“I think his next taste of kanar will have to come from Quark’s. It’s watered down, so he’ll be able to drink it without coughing.” That made Julian laugh again.

As Julian fought to subdue his laughter, Garak let himself think about what kind of wedding he would like. Should the doctor ever return his feelings, he wouldn’t mind a ceremony with Cardassian traditions. He and Toran would indeed wear traditional clothing, and he would make something nice for Julian to wear. They could invite some of Julian’s friends, and if they were still on the station, Sisko would officiate.

Though, he found himself wondering what Odo might look like in the same scenario. He’d mostly just said what came to mind for his brief tale, but now that he thought about it, such a small ceremony didn’t seem all that bad, and Odo would look nice in a proper suit.

Oh, Toran had ruined him. He’d never seen the Constable in such a light before, but now he was imagining marrying him just as easily as he did Julian! It was ridiculous. Neither man was likely to wed him, and he’d spent the past few years flirting with the doctor, trying to woo him, so why was he suddenly thinking of Odo the same way?

He was lonely, there was nothing else to it. He hadn’t had a romantic partner in years, and now that he had a child to raise, he was desperate for someone to be his mate. You’re hopeless, Elim, he scolded himself, wanting two men that would never feel the same.

“Do you ever think about getting married, Garak?”

Yes, he wanted to say, but that would be too indecent. “Why, my dear Doctor, I’ve just married the Constable. There’s no reason to think of that anymore, not when I have a loving husband.”

“And Toran is happy with his new stepfather?”

“Oh, yes. Odo simply adores him, and Toran loves him.”

“Well, then, congratulations, Garak.” Julian lifted up his cup of tea. “To your marriage- may it be long and prosperous.” Garak lifted his cup, and Julian clinked them together.

“Prosperous, my dear?”

“Of course. I know how important family is to Cardassians. I’m sure you’ll have many children together. All sorts of gooey little Cardassians to wreck havoc about the station.”

Children! What a thought. Though it was impossible, of course, he couldn’t help but try to imagine what such a hybrid would look like. A shapeshifter, obviously, but would they try to look like him, or would they mimic their father’s Bajoran form? He’d once wondered what a child between him and Julian would look like, something genetically possible, but what about between he and Odo? What kind of fantasy would they create?

If Julian noticed his silence, he didn’t say. “But Toran might get jealous. I’m sure he’s happy being an only child.”

“Quite.”

“That was fun. I’ve gotten to the court scene in the book you lent me, but there’s a few things I don’t understand about the Cardassian legal system-”

-

Great guls, what had he gotten himself into? Garak slumped against the door of his shop. Toran looked up from where he was using his padd in the center of the shop, sitting on the table. There was an empty plate and cup next to him. “Hello, Yadik.”

“Hello, darling. Oh, my dear, you’ve ruined me.”

“How so? Have you talked to Odo?” He looked hopeful, setting down his padd and straightening up.

“No, and in the state you’ve put me in, I doubt I will ever be able to.” It really was ridiculous, that a seven year old could make him realize he was hopelessly in love with one man and intrigued about another.

Toran slipped off of the table. “You’re in love with Odo!”

“I wouldn’t call it love. Curious, maybe...”

“Good! Now you never have to talk to that doctor again!” He really didn’t understand where Toran’s hatred of Julian had come from. It seemed rather sudden, but Toran had always been nervous around the man.

It was a welcome distraction from his feelings. “Darling, why do you dislike Doctor Bashir?”

“He’s a bad person!”

Julian had been nothing but kind to Toran, offering support and friendship ever since he had come on board the station. Toran joined the two of them for lunch almost every week, and Julian had always made sure to include him in their conversations. But then his outburst yesterday, as well as his refusal to see the man today...

Had Toran noticed something he hadn’t? “He’s a kind man, my dear.”

“Exactly!” The shock on his face from the agreement must have showed, because Toran jumped into an explanation. “He’s only so nice to me because he’s planning something bad!”

Riled up once more, Toran’s voice had risen. Garak gave him a placating smile, taking Toran’s hands in his own. “He’s nice to you because you are a child.”

Stressed, the boy squeezed his hands. “No! That’s not how it works! People are nice to you all the time when they’re going to hurt you!”

Toran had had a large scar on his cheek, among other places, when he’d first come on board. Perhaps he was finally getting a clue about what had happened to his son while they were separated due to his exile. “Bashir is a doctor, he would never hurt a child.”

“Then he’s just nice to me so he can hurt you! If you marry Odo we won’t have to worry about anyone!”

“The Constable is very strong, but he doesn’t have any reason to protect us specifically.”

“He’s a good person! He’s not all nice all the time- you can trust him!” Toran had started trembling, shaking like a leaf. Garak lifted him up to hold him. 

“Don’t be so upset, my dear. You have nothing to worry about. I would never let anyone hurt you.” He pressed their foreheads together, and waited for the shaking to subside. He pulled his head back and added, “Besides, I’m not romantically involved with Doctor Bashir. I won’t marry him, so there’s no need for me to marry Odo.”

“Odo said you were dating him, and Bashir calls you his boyfriend.”

“Does he?” No, now wasn’t the time to be happy about that. Toran was genuinely afraid of Julian, and he needed to focus on remedying that. If they really were partners, then it would be simple to ask Julian to take on a more fatherly role towards Toran. Being more firm and disciplinary towards him would make him trustworthy in Toran’s eyes. “I suppose we have moved on from our courtship stage... Which is why you must understand that you do not need to be afraid of him.”

“You can’t trust him!”

“I don’t, my dear. I don’t expect you to either.” He would never do something so dangerous as teaching his son to trust people. “You must never trust anyone. Not Doctor Bashir, not Odo, no one.”

“Not even you?”

“No.” Toran leaned his head against his throat. “Now, let’s run a quick errand before I open the shop again.”

-

Garak managed to catch sight of Julian before he vanished back into the infirmary, and called out to him, “Julian!”

The use of his first name made Julian stop and turn. Toran stiffened, clutching his shirt. He made a low sound in his throat, a small whimper. Garak rubbed his arm to soothe him as he approached the doctor.

“Garak. Is something wrong with Toran?”

“Yes, very much.”

Julian stepped closer to get a better look at him. “I’ll take him to sickbay.”

He waved him off. “It is not a medical issue, my dear. Toran, why don’t you tell Julian what you told me?” He set Toran on his feet, prying his hands loose. Toran immediately clung to his legs, whimpering again. “Darling, please.” He tried to pull him off without hurting him, but it was useless to try, so he stopped.

“Did something happen while we were on our lunch date?”

A little thrill went through him at that, but Toran squeezing his arms around him tighter erased that. He wasn’t going to be explaining the issue himself. Garak would have to. “Nothing has happened, just a realization. Toran admitted to me that the reason he wants me to date the Constable instead of you is because he is afraid of you.”

He didn’t protest that they were dating, so it seemed Toran had been correct. Julian frowned. “Afraid of me? Why? Have I done something wrong?”

“Not at all. That, however, is the issue, my dear. You see, Toran believes that you wish him harm because you have been nothing but kind to him. He doesn’t trust you.”

Confused, Julian clarified, “He doesn’t trust me... because I’m nice to him?”

Garak nodded. “Exactly. I’m not sure why he believes that anyone that is exclusively kind to him intends to hurt him, but he does. You’ll have to stop.”

“Well, I’m not going to be mean to him. Toran, I would never hurt you. I’m a doctor, I’ve taken an oath to do no harm.” Julian put a hand on his arm, keeping his voice low and gentle. “Do you believe me?”

That only further upset Toran, and he pulled away, revealing eyes full of tears. “No! You’re lying!”

“Darling, don’t raise your voice like that,” Garak scolded. He tried to pick him up again, but the child dodged his hands. “Toran...”

Sniffling, Toran slowly backed away. After a few steps, he bumped into someone’s legs. Looking up, he could see it was the Constable, eyeing him curiously. Toran turned around and clung to him. “Odo...!”

“What’s the matter, Toran? I heard you yelling.” After hearing the boy whimper, Odo lifted him up. “You look frightened.”

“He’s scared of me,” Julian offered as explanation. Odo raised a brow in question. “Because I’m... nice to him? I don’t really get it. Garak?”

Odo looked at the tailor pointedly, waiting. Garak tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he looked from Julian to Odo before giving a small frown and answering, “He doesn’t trust people that are overly friendly. I suppose too much unearned kindness rings false.”

“Is that why he came into my office and demanded that I... pursue relations with you? He trusts me more than Doctor Bashir?” Toran tucked his head under Odo’s chin, making a low chirping sound.

Demanded. Garak was going to have a long talk about subtlety with Toran once this was settled. “It would seem to be so. And Constable, I sincerely apologize for Toran’s behavior yesterday. It was completely unbefitting of a proper Cardassian. I had no idea he was going to go speak to you so indecently- it will not happen again.”

“It made my meeting with my deputies rather interesting, but it’s quite alright.”

Great, all of station security had witnessed it. Garak would never be able to look any of them in the eye again.

“As I said yesterday, Toran, I’m flattered that you would want me as a stepfather, and will gladly be your friend, but you should get used to Doctor Bashir. He won’t hurt you, and he’ll do his best to be a good parent.”

“Promise?”

“I’m a changeling, I don’t lie.” Odo’s good word seemed to do the trick, and Toran calmed down. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, straightening up. Once he’d settled, Odo waved a finger in front of him. “Don’t yell on the Promenade. It disturbs the peace.”

“I’m sorry...”

“Just a reminder. I have to get back to work, so I can’t keep holding you.”

“Can I go with you? Yadik, may I go with him?”

“Well...” Odo started.

Garak cut him off, “Of course you may, if the Constable is willing to take you. You know, Toran, on Cardassia, it is tradition for a parent to take their children with them to their place of work. You’ve been in the shop every day watching me toil away, this will be a good change of pace.” Toran caught his implication that Odo was a father figure Garak approved of, and smiled. “Tomorrow, perhaps, you can accompany Doctor Bashir.”

Toran would see Julian being serious and professional in sickbay, and that would strengthen their relationship. He’d tell Toran to try to help out as much as possible, to explore and learn, so Julian would have to scold him for putting his hands on dangerous tools.

“That sounds like it’ll be fun!” Julian agreed.

“I suppose I could bring him with me for a while. If I have to arrest anyone, you are not to get involved. Understand?”

“I understand!”

Odo put Toran down and took his hand. “I’ll drop him off at your shop later, Garak.”

“I’ll be there.” To Toran, he said, “Listen to the Constable and stay safe, darling.”

“Yes, Yadik!”

The two of them walked off, Toran chattering away to Odo. Garak watched until they disappeared around the bend, and turned back to Bashir. “We split custody of him.”

“Already divorced?”

“Oh, no. We’ve yet to be married. After Toran was born during the occupation, we agreed that I would be the one to take custody of him, until he was older and could handle going back and forth between us. Odo was much too busy as security chief under Cardassian rule to raise an infant, but a tailor has much more time for child rearing.”

“A Cardassian-Changeling hybrid, I never would have guessed. My medical training has failed me if I can’t even identify one boy’s species correctly. Well, even though I’m clearly unqualified, I must return to sickbay. My lunch hour is up, and Jabara will be upset if I’m late.”

Julian went to take off, but hesitated. Garak tilted his head, and then smiled as Julian gave him a kiss on the cheek.

-

Toran insisted on grabbing every tool he saw, and Julian barely managed to keep him from slicing his hand with a surgical laser. “Stop grabbing things!”

Completely oblivious to the fact that he’d almost injured himself again, Toran reached for it once more and asked, “What does that one do?”

Julian held it up out of reach. “It’s a surgical laser, very dangerous. Don’t touch it. Don’t touch anything, or I’m going to give you back to your yadik,” he threatened.

“He’s busy today.”

“Then I will tell Odo to take you.”

Toran turned away, and then tried to pick up a scalpel by the blade. Julian grabbed his wrist. On instinct, Toran bit him. He yanked his hand away, yelping. They glared at each other, and Toran huffed and told him, “I didn’t touch it. You can’t make me leave.”

He’d mostly gotten over his fear after a few hours of having tools snatched away from him, Julian noticed, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he’d promised Garak that his son would remain healthy and unharmed until the evening, when he would return the boy, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep that promise. It was like Toran wanted to get his hands sliced apart or burned.

“Don’t bite people!”

“You grabbed me! I got scared!”

“Just- stay right there. I’ll get you a book to read.”

“Why won’t you let me do anything? Odo and Yadik let me help them work!” Toran wandered towards the computer console. Julian grabbed his shoulders and guided him away from it, forcing him to hop up onto a biobed and sit. As soon as he stepped away to go find a padd, Toran slipped off and went for the nearest tool he could find.

Julian scooped him up, holding him under one arm. Toran went limp, making a sad little squeak. “Sewing is a good skill to learn, but what does Odo let you do?”

“I put a pair of handcuffs on a criminal!”

“Who was the criminal?”

“Mr. O’Brien.”

Julian froze. “What?” He had seen Miles that morning. There was no way Toran was telling the truth. Still, he was curious to know what Toran would come up with.

“He almost got in a fight with an Andorian. Odo put them into cells for an hour until they calmed down.”

“What were they fighting about?”

“I don’t know. Odo wouldn’t let me go into the bar.” He squirmed, trying to get free. Julian set him back on the biobed, and held him in place. “Yadik told me to learn a lot while I was here.”

So Garak had told him to be as bothersome as possible. Julian sighed. “I’ll let you explore, but don’t touch anything without permission.”

He let him go, and finally, he didn’t immediately try to hurt himself. Toran looked up at him, clasping his hands on his lap. “Will you talk to me while you work?”

“Alright. What do you want to talk about?”

“How come Yadik didn’t know you two were dating until I told him you were yesterday?”

If there was one thing Toran was good at, it was stunning him. He had a perfectly neutral tone of delivery, a look of genuine curiosity on his face. It almost made him believe him. But there was no way that was true. It was obvious that he and Garak were dating. How could Garak not notice? They went on dates, and sure, they hadn’t kissed until yesterday, but he’d assumed that was because Garak didn’t want to, not in public nor in front of a child. Cardassians were very private, and neither of them ever had time for privacy.

But Toran was looking up at him, waiting for a response, so he wasn’t so sure that it was a lie. He’d never called Garak his boyfriend to his face, only to his friends, and they’d never called their lunches or holosuite visits dates before. Yesterday was the first time Garak had used his first name, and he’d looked at him oddly after saying that they were dating, almost like he expected him to refute it.

“He really didn’t know?”

“Yadik said you were still courting. Odo was the one who told me, when I told him to marry Yadik. He really likes you, so it made him happy, but he didn’t believe it until we talked to you yesterday.”

“I thought we’d been dating for months!”

“Aren’t humans supposed to be obvious when they’re dating? Yadik was hoping you would... ask... what’s it called?”

“Ask him out?” Toran nodded as his little universal translator repeated it in kardasi to him. “I was trying to follow Cardassian custom! Asking out loud is- it’s-”

“-indecent. You’re right! It would have been embarrassing!”

“You went and demanded that Odo marry your father.”

“I thought Yadik had implied that I should do that...” Toran looked down at the floor. “I’m not very good at implications yet.”

The reasoning for that was something to ponder later. “I’m sure you’ll learn. But... do you know a lot about Cardassian customs?”

“I’m not helping you date Yadik!” Toran balled his fists. “I like Odo more!”

“He can date us both, Toran, don’t worry.” He doubted that Garak had feelings like that for the Constable, but it wouldn’t do to hurt Toran’s feelings and crush his hopes. He didn’t want to discourage Toran from seeing someone as a parental figure when he needed more than one adult to depend on. Odo deserved another chance at being a father-figure after the infant changeling had perished. It’d made them both happy.

“Both?” Toran echoed, eyes widening. “Really?”

“Yes. It’s not that uncommon, polygamy.” The UT translated, but Toran frowned, unsure of what the word meant. “Having multiple partners is a part of a lot of cultures. I’m not sure what it’s like for Cardassia, but I personally don’t mind the idea.” It was weird, imagining Garak and Odo as a couple, but those two never talked about their feelings, so he couldn’t say whether or not it was impossible.

Toran certainly seemed to think there was chemistry. “Oh. Is there anyone else you would date besides Yadik?”

“Well, ah...” Toran would likely tell Garak, so he decided not to name the person. He wasn’t sure if Toran knew Miles was the chief’s first name, but it wouldn’t be hard for Garak to figure out who his son was talking about. “There’s one person, but I’m pretty sure he’s monogamous... Ah, only taking one partner, is what that means.”

“I could just tell him! Commander Dax was right. It may be indecent, but I asked, and now Yadik is dating you and likes Odo. I’m a kid, so it’s okay.”

Sending Toran up to Miles to ask if he and Keiko would be interested in having an open relationship would only go horribly, he was sure. He wasn’t going to ruin their friendship by letting his future stepson do that.

“I don’t think he would believe you.”

“Oh.” Toran thought for a moment, and then asked, “Will you tell Yadik you’re okay with him marrying Odo? I don’t think he’ll do it unless you tell him what he told me.”

“It wouldn’t be indecent?”

“You’re dating, it won’t be, as long as I’m not there.”

“The next time you’re with Odo, I’ll talk about it with him. Now- did Miles really get arrested yesterday?”

Toran nodded. “Just ask Odo if you don’t believe me.”

He would. It was almost time for his lunch hour, so they would have to make a quick stop at the security office to see if he was there. If not, they could always find Miles and ask him.

[allenerie]

So, out of the blue Natal Toran gave me an Idea to design a magical girl version of tales characters, and it turns out to be really fun!!!First off with Estelle from Tales of Vesperia <3 I think i might do the other girls from other tales series too... cause designing clothing for them is just too fun!!! Who is your favourite female character in Tales of series??