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graniairish · 4 years ago

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Walking on Eggshells – Part 2

Hello my dears. I just couldn't resist and had to write a second part. (maybe there will also be a part 3)

Pairing: Daryl x female! Reader

Words: 5159

Warnings: language, sexual content, NSFW, 18+ (my first attempt to write smut in English - hope it didn't get too bad)

Part one

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"Um ... what ..."

You stood in the door of your room, confused. Hershel had finally released you into "home care" after almost a week of continuous surveillance in the infirmary. In your opinion, the older man was exaggerating a little. You were fine, you had no dizziness, and the headache was gone. But that did not stop Hershel from telling you to take it easy anyway.

Your beloved work in the vegetable fields had to wait for the time being.

Somewhat reluctantly, you had agreed to everything, only to finally be able to go back to your own four walls. You wanted to sleep in your own bed again, even if it was just a simple Prison bed in the former director's office. But still, it was your home.

But you did not expect what you found there now.

As if rooted to the ground, you stood in the middle of the room and looked around with big eyes in disbelief.

Your room, your little private realm, should actually be here. But the room in front of you was no longer your room. Your things were still there, but they were not the only ones that filled the shelves on the walls.

The most noticeable change, however, was your bed. It was still in the far corner of the room, but it looked absolutely strange. Because right next to it there was now a second, and the way the sheet was stretched over it made it look like a double bed.

"I thought Hershel wouldn't release ya until tonight," you heard Daryl's deep voice behind you.

Still slightly confused, you turned to the archer. He stood uncertain in the doorway, Crossbow slung over his shoulder, hands clasped on the strap. His blue eyes were fixed on you as he chewed the inside of his cheek - his nervous tic.

And how this man was nervous right now, and it was not just his ears that betrayed him - which had just turned deep red.

Daryl did not expect to find you here now. He actually wanted to talk to you about it first and not just put you in front of a fait accompli. Though, somehow, he would have done it one way or another.

He was afraid he had done something wrong, crossed a line, or something like that.

"I couldn't take it there any longer."

Only now did you notice that his hair was wet and still dripping. Could it be that he had showered?

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod.

“I know we didn't talk about it,” he began uncertainly, “but Hershel said it would be better if someone took care of ya. And since there is no chance that ya will move back into the cell block, I thought that would be a good solution."

“That's right,” you had to smile, “I'm not going back there so quickly anymore. I like my privacy."

"Well, if it bothers you ... that I ... then ..."

"No no, I don't mind" you might answer a little too quickly, "I ... I was just ... surprised."

The man across from you felt instantly relieved. You, the woman he loved, wanted to live with him. He could hardly believe his luck.

Daryl took off his Crossbow and leaned it against the wall by the door before walking slowly towards you, his eyes full of love.

“Y/N/N we wasted so much time. I don't want to waste another minute. We don't know how much time we have left."

Daryl lovingly cupped your chin with two fingers while he gently touched your lips with his.

You could not help but melt into his touch. That you could do this now was still a miracle to you, and you would enjoy every single second of it to the full.

"But I sleep on the right side," you finally said with mischief in your eyes when your lips had separated.

"Forget it", Daryl snorted and went to the bed, "I'm sleepin’ between the door and ya."

You rolled your eyes with a smile. Always the protector.

"Don't think I didn't see that."

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A few weeks had passed since the incident during your run. You are now working side by side with Rick in the vegetable fields again. The plants were blooming and developing fantastically - and they would be very good yielding.

After a long shower to wash dirt and sweat from your body, you made your way to the inner courtyard of the prison, which was used as a canteen during the warmer months of the year. Dinner had just started, and so all residents, regardless of whether they were old or new, huddled together to have their meal together.

When Daryl returned from his shift at the Guard Tower, he spotted you chatting with Carol who was just distributing the food. He liked how carefree you looked at that moment.

Without thinking about it, he walked over to you and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek before you had the chance to notice him.

"Yuck, don't do that," you giggled, "you're all sweaty."

"And hungry," he said with a grin.

Carol shook her head with a smile before filling two bowls and holding them out to you.

"Here take these, you lovebirds."

Taking the bowls Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod and went with you to the table where Glenn and Maggie were already sitting.

You had not noticed how your loving and familiar way of dealing with each other had been uncomfortable for some - or at least for one.

Michelle was sitting at a table with several other Woodbury residents and had been watching you with narrowed eyes. Green with envy, she got up at some point and went back to the cell block where she lived.

But Carol had noticed, and she would move heaven and earth to keep this woman from disrupting your relationship.

Little by little, Rick and the other members of your sworn family joined you to enjoy the meal together and to end the day.

"We should slowly start bringing our supplies up to date," Rick skillfully changed the subject.

That was his less than subtle way of reducing the conversation to necessities.

"Or in other words, time for a run," Daryl said in a nutshell.

“Tightly sealable preserving jars would be important. It will soon be harvest time and we have to preserve the fruit and vegetables. Thank God we have a lot more than we need right now."

That was the first thing that came to your mind. After all, it was important to have vitamins in winter too. Even if cooked fruit and vegetables were nowhere near as tasty as fresh ones. But in those times, you were grateful for everything. And in winter, fruit and vegetables were actually a luxury.

“We should also think about how to heat the buildings. The winter could last longer than we'd like”, Daryl expressed his concerns.

"If we had animals, pigs or goats, maybe even sheep, we would be better supplied with meat."

Hershel had always been a farmer, and you could only agree with the man with a smile.

"Or chickens," said Maggie with a dreamy look, "once again a real roast chicken, that would be something nice."

"Or turkey," you added.

"I just think you can't find something like that on the next street corner," said Glenn, who now leaned over the map that Rick had spread out in the middle of the table.

"Well, the weekly cattle market will probably be canceled."

Daryl's cynical response made you roll your eyes.

"If ya keep doin’ this, these things will eventually get stuck," he said in your direction with a raised index finger.

"That's what my grandmother always meant," you said with a shrug, "and nothing has happened so far."

“You both sound like an old married couple. Really disgusting”, Carl shook himself.

You and Daryl looked at each other questioningly for a moment before you slapped the boy lightly on the back of the head at the same time - he on the right and you on the left.

For about five seconds there was absolute silence at the table, until everyone started laughing uproariously as if on command - except for Carl, who was rubbing his head tightly.

“What that would prove,” Rick grinned as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, “but seriously now. Does anyone have any ideas?"

“I know there was a farm supply center in the south. From seeds to packaging material to combine harvesters, everything was there. The only question is whether that still stands."

Hershel leaned over the map and pointed to an area southeast of the Prison.

“That's a good hundred miles, and only if you drive on the main roads. It will be a run for several days on back roads."

Your stomach cramped painfully at Glenn's words. You knew that Daryl would go on the run. Unfortunately, since the incident, it had become very clear to you that there was no assurance that someone would come back from a run. And the thought that something might happen to Daryl made you uneasy.

“While we're there, we might as well stop by this huge warehouse complex 30 miles to the east. I think there are still some useful things there. "

Glenn glanced at the place on the map Maggie was pointing with her finger.

"Wasn't that an Amazon warehouse?"

"Yea, why are you asking?"

"Well, I think that this time it won’t work with overnight express."

At Glenn's stupid saying you had to smile, like everyone else. Though yours was more of a bitter smile. This run would certainly not be overnight.

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"Everythin’ okay? Ya are never that quiet."

It was getting late. The moon was shining through the windows of your shared room and you could hear the crickets outside. You were snuggled close to Daryl, your head on his shoulder, your legs intertwined. You stared in silence into the darkness of your room, which was only faintly illuminated by the moonlight.

Daryl gently stroked your back. Usually there was something incredibly calming about it, and it never took you long to fall asleep relaxed - but not today. The worries about what could go wrong with the run did not let you calm down that night.

In a few hours he would be gone with Maggie and Glenn, as well as a few others. The fear of losing him paralyzes your thoughts.

"Ya don’t sleep. I know that. I can hear ya thinkin’."

You did not answer, just took a deep breath - in and out again. What should you say?

> I'm afraid something will happen to you <

> I'm scared of losing you <

> Please don't go <

There was nothing to be said, just that nagging feeling was there. This fear that the man by your side could suddenly be snatched away from you.

Daryl put his arm around you and hugged you tight as he kissed the top of your head and let his lips linger there for a moment.

"We're a well-coordinated team," he finally began as he leaned his head against yours, "and it's not the first time we've done such a big tour."

It almost seemed as if Daryl had read your mind, yet all his confidence could not take away your worries.

"I promise I'll come back to ya."

"You can't promise that Daryl."

The archer released his hug and shifted his weight so that you were eventually half under him. Leaning on his left arm, he looked down at you, the contours of your face only faintly visible in the light of the darkness.

"I promise I will come back to ya Y/N. We both have our whole lives ahead of us, and I don't intend to miss a second of it."

"Nobody knows ..."

But you did not get any further, Daryl's lips were instantly on yours. At first the kiss was deep and full of longing, but after a while it became more and more hungry. Your fingers ran through his hair and played with them on the back of his neck while your tongues fought for dominance.

As Daryl's hands slowly moved down your ribs, your lips parted for a much-needed breath.

Right at the beginning of your relationship, you discussed that sex would not be an issue for you for the time being. After what had happened to Lori, Daryl simply could not and did not want to take the risk of pregnancy. Condoms were not to be found for a long time. And neither of you wanted to play Russian roulette - like Maggie and Glenn.

But there were other ways of showing how much you loved each other, how much you wanted each other - other ways of having fun together.

Daryl's right hand went down to your ass, which he gripped tightly as he pulled you close.

You moaned softly as you could feel him rubbing his growing erection on your most sensitive spot. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer to you. An approving growl left his mouth as he left hot kisses on your neck, making sure to suck the spot that caused your thighs to tighten around him.

You ran your trembling fingers through his hair, trying to hold onto the feeling of his lips against your skin.

The hand on your ass eventually moved down the back of your thigh - as he pulled it closer - which changed the angle of your pelvis significantly. The lustful moan that came out of your lips as you rubbed against him only made him harder against the layers of clothing.

God how good it felt for him when you took your pleasure into your own hands. But you did not get far, because Daryl's kisses slowly wandered further down. A pleasant shiver ran through you.

You knew exactly what he was up to and the anticipation made you almost impatient.

But he took his time, first freed you from your shirt and then devoted himself to your nipples with relish - first the right, then the left - until they were both hard and upright.

The longing feeling in your most private place became more and more unbearable and in an attempt to get some friction, you tried to rub yourself against his thigh.

Daryl only chuckled.

"Impatient, are we?"

Daryl's kissed down your stomach before leaning back. He was now kneeling between your legs. For a moment he soaked up the picture in front of him, burned it into his memory. How you laid in front of him, lower lip between your teeth, breathing heavily, your legs spread, the unmistakable traces of your arousal on your underwear.

A moan came from your lips as he finally ran his hands up the inside of your thighs. Without touching the place where you needed him most, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and freed you from this annoying piece of fabric with one flowing movement.

The sight the archer now saw made his cock twitch painfully.

It was almost like torture how slowly he ran his thumb through your folds and collected what already glistened there.

With faltering breath, you watched him as he slowly brought his hand to his mouth and licked his thumb clean with an animalistic growl.

You came almost instantly at the sight.

When he finally sank his middle finger into you, you threw your head back and closed your eyes in delight. He pumped his finger into you a few times before adding a second. He twisted and curled them in just the right way so that with each thrust he perfectly hit the spot inside you that made you squirm under him.

Your moaning grew louder as he closed his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves and began to suck rhythmically. Your orgasm rolled closer and closer, and the knot in your stomach tightened until it was about to snap.

"Daryl - fuck - I ..."

"then let go - for me."

And that was exactly what you did. You came with his name on your lips, repeated like a prayer, and with each new wave Daryl took whatever you were willing to give him. You tasted like nothing else to him, and he could never get enough of you.

He slowly kissed his way back up to your neck while his fingers were still moving slowly inside you.

Your hands went into his hair and hungrily drawn his lips to yours. Just a moment later your tongues fought for dominance; you could taste yourself on his. Now your hands slowly made their way down to his crotch. He wanted to hold back. But he could not help himself, and grinded into your palm to find the relief he needed so damn bad.

Daryl's hips spasmed, thrusting forward a few times before he was groaning and shaking his head.

"No. Tonight is just about ya."

"But ..."

Before you could go on, his lips were back on yours in a demanding kiss.

" I wanna make ya feel so good today, that ya'll be happy to have a few days off."

And with that statement, his fingers left your hot core, only to re-enter with one more.

Your eyes rolled back when you felt him stretch you.

"Fuck," you hissed as you tried desperately to find hold while Daryl's fingers kept trusting into you.

As he felt the sweet pain of your nails scratching his back, his cock twitched painfully in his shorts.

The thought that you marked him, that you would let him run around with declarations of your love on his body for the next few days, almost drove him mad. He started rubbing his crotch against your thigh for some relief as he fluidly moved in and out of you, getting you closer and closer to your next release.

The knot inside you got tighter and tighter, and you tried desperately to keep it from snaping again. Your legs started to shake involuntarily, and you knew you would not be able to resist much longer. Your breath came in shorter intervals and your moans got higher and higher. It would not last long till you would be swept away by pure bliss.

When the wave finally hit you, it was an overwhelming feeling. Your inner walls clenching and unclenching around his fingers again and again as your orgasm swept you away like a tsunami.

It took you a few moments to come back from your high while Daryl's gentle movements of his fingers let your orgasm slowly fade out.

"Okay", you began with a trembling voice as he slowly left your inner core, "that was something else."

Daryl’s head rested on the crook of your neck as you slowly recovered your breath, but you could still feel him chuckled lightly.

Slowly you stroked his hair and patted his neck. When he shifted his position slightly so that he did not crush you any further, you noticed that his shorts were suspiciously stuck to you.

Apparently, he had enjoyed this whole interaction too.

"I love you," you whispered before leaving a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

"Love ya more."

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You patiently worked your way through the corn plants with the rake. The work was strenuous because the plants were close together - after all, you needed the greatest possible yield in a small area - and the relentless Georgian sun burned down on you.

Your hair stuck to you and the sweat kept dripping from the brim of your straw hat. Your arms ached, and despite the leather gloves you wore, you had blisters on your hands where they were tightly gripping the wooden handle of your gardening tool.

But despite everything, you kept working. You had to work through the soil so that the weeds had less chance to dispute the valuable nutrients from the crops.

This large field that you had laid out in the style of the "three sisters" was your whole pride. Corn, beans and pumpkins, the holy trinity of this bed, were perfectly coordinated. The Native Americans had already cultivated these three plants in this way.

And what worked for them could work for you too.

You have been toiling for hours. Your clothes were soaked in sweat and your back ached. Nevertheless, you continue to work, moving slowly but steadily through the beds.

"Here," you heard Rick say behind you at some point.

With great effort you straightened up and massaged your back. You felt every single vertebra as it slowly popped back into its original position. An exhausted moan could be heard as you finally turned to the man behind you.

Rick just stood there, bottle of water in hand, his eyes fixed on the fields.

You gratefully took the bottle from him and took a few sips of the refreshing liquid. Especially with such sweaty work in the blazing sun, it was incredibly important to drink enough if you did not want to suffer sunstroke.

And unfortunately, you were predestined to forget it sometimes. But Rick paid attention. You were family, and family looked after each other.

“Looks really good. If the plants continue to grow like this, we will be able to bring in quite a good yield. You are really a talented little farmer."

You looked at him in surprise with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not sure right now whether I should thank you or whether you insulted me."

“Believe me Y/N”, Rick laughed and put his hand on your shoulder, “that was meant as a compliment. An honest compliment. If we didn't have you, we almost certainly wouldn't even be able to harvest half as much. You really have a knack for it."

“Well, everyone does what they can. And I can do that."

You lowered your gaze. You felt uncomfortable when someone complimented you, so you tried to belittle it.

"No", Rick smiled at you friendly, "some do more than others."

After a long day of work and a long - but cold - shower, you sat down with Carol for dinner. You missed your family members. You missed Daryl.

The presence of the older woman had been a comfort to you in the last few days. This run had been going on for five days now, and it was impossible to tell when they would be back.

The feeling you felt in the pit of your stomach was almost the same as when Daryl had disappeared into the forest with Merle. Back then you thought you would never see him again.

But it was different now. Now you had hope that you would see him again.

Maybe.

“It's only been five days Y/N/N. It's too early to worry,” Carol tried to cheer you up.

"I'm not worried," you said stubbornly while you continued to stare at your now cold food.

"Yes of course. That's exactly why you've been poking around in your meal for ten minutes. You haven't even taken a bite."

You looked tiredly at the woman across from you.

“Eat, you worked hard. And tomorrow you will work as hard again as I know you. You need the calories. And believe me, you'd rather eat it voluntarily than have me cram it into you."

Carol had used her best mother voice. Even if Carol was not many years older than you, this woman had somehow become a mother's substitute for you.

After a few moments you finally began to empty your bowl slowly.

Getting around the days was easy. There was always enough work in the gardens and in the fields, you were busy and did not have much time to think.

In the nights it was different. They were bad.

The bed was way too big for you alone, and you lacked the warmth of Daryl's body.

Even on the hot nights of Georgia, you always fell asleep snuggled together. Ever since you had spent your first night like this, you knew that you could never do it again without it.

Now you were alone. Yet again. Daryl was still on this fucking run, and the solitude in those four walls that you had always enjoyed before, now seemed overwhelming to you.

What is he doing right now? Was he okay? Was he thinking of you, too?

With these wistful thoughts, you finally drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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"If they are not back by tomorrow, we will send a search party out," announced Rick over breakfast.

You made no reply as you continued to choke down your small portion of porridge, bite by bite. You were not really hungry, but Carol's stern look had kept you from skipping breakfast.

“I'm sure they are fine. They will definitely be back here soon, "said Hershel soothingly," they are all experienced with such actions. They are sure to be fine."

Yes, they were all experienced, knew how to behave and how to protect themselves, but that nagging feeling persisted in you.

You had spent the whole morning working in the fields again, laboriously dragging buckets of water to provide the crops with enough moisture. If it did not rain soon, this would probably be your main occupation for the next few days and weeks.

You had two canisters tied to the outer end of a thick wooden stick. So, you could carry the heavy burden on your shoulders and not in your aching hands.

As you were trudging up the hill again with a full load of water, Rick was leaning against the base of the central guard tower, smiling, and staring into the distance.

"Looks as if we could save ourselves the search."

These words made your body tingly and you immediately turned to face the gates. You could not prevent an unspeakably bright smile from spreading on your face.

"Oh my god," you whispered when you saw the column of cars approaching the prison.

An unmistakable chopper at the head of the convoy.

An army of butterflies exploded in your stomach when you saw Daryl. He was back. He really came back to you.

When he finally brought his bike to a stop and casually dismounted it, you couldn't hold back any longer. Without further hesitation, you dropped the water canisters, which hit the floor with a thud, and immediately spread their moist contents over the floor.

You ran quickly towards Daryl. But even before you had covered half the distance, he was already coming towards you - a radiant smile on his lips.

When you finally met, you immediately put your arms around each other in a tight hug. Your head rested on his chest while he laid his head lovingly on top of yours.

Cuddled so tightly you could hear how fast his heart was beating, and an indescribable feeling of happiness flooded your body. Daryl was back - back by your side.

"Did you miss me," he finally began, and you could hear him grinning right away.

“No,” you answered, “not at all. Not one bit."

“Felt the same way."

With these words, his strong arms tightened around you even more, as if he were trying to melt into you.

So absorbed in your reunion, it took some time until you noticed that Rick and Carol were already discussing the successful run with the rest of the group.

"We got almost everything," you heard Glenn say when you had finally separated from each other and now went to the cars where everyone else was standing - your little fingers still hooked together.

"We found hundreds of canning jars and even seeds," added Sasha.

"Wheat, oat and a lot more." Maggie pointed to the back of the overcrowded pickup truck.

"And we also solved the problem with the heating," said Daryl mysteriously.

This run was really a complete success. But the biggest surprise was yet to come.

> C O C K A D O O D L E D O O <

Suddenly the gushing and loud greeting was silent. Inquiring eyes met knowing faces.

You and Rick looked at each other as to ask if you really had heard this now.

> C O C K A D O O D L E D O O <

"What the hell is that", Rick wanted to know.

"What did it sound like?"

Daryl grinned mischievously and leaned casually against his bike; arms crossed over his chest. His chin raised challengingly.

"No," was all you could say at that moment.

"Yea," Daryl nodded, still grinning.

"No way!"

"Yea, a rooster and six chickens."

"How? Where? How?"

You were completely surprised and had to grin broadly. That was one of the best that could have happened to your community.

"Believe it or not, they were just walking around on a street corner," Glenn explained, looking incredulous about his statement himself.

"So the cattle market wasn't closed after all," you replied sarcastically.

Immediately Daryl had to roll his eyes.

"Just don't start with that," you chuckled and gave him a playful clap on the upper arm.

“You really missed something Y/N,” said Maggie with a grin, “believe me it was really impressive to see how Daryl caught the poultry. Didn't know that he was doing so well as a farmer."

"Yea, ha-ha, very funny!"

Daryl's ears had turned deep red, but then he had to laugh himself at the thought of this chicken-catching operation.

"I really would have liked to see that," you said with a laugh.

"Well, maybe there will be a repetition," said Glenn, "we have to get the critters out of the car somehow without them getting lost again."

"Ya can forget that right away," Daryl announced in a stern voice.

"Don't worry, I'll help you", you smiled at your boyfriend.

After a few minutes of reunion, you started to get the supplies out of the cars and to distribute them in the storage rooms.

Building a chicken coop was definitely on your to-do list for tomorrow. And it has been a long time since you had been looking forward to a job as much as this.

"And I found something for you too," Maggie whispered to you when she put her arm around your shoulders in a friendly manner.

You two had just cleared away a load of canning jars and were about to trot back to the cars.

"And that would be?"

Surprised you stopped and looked at her questioningly. You did not ask her to get you anything.

“I won't tell you yet,” she smiled, “but you will definitely enjoy it - as well as Daryl."

With these words, your best friend left you in the yard as she made her way back to the cars with a mischievous grin.

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low-budget-korra · 4 years ago

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Lets talk about Korra (again)

i already made this analysis, and it was well received but i dont know, i wanna do it again. Why not right? My english is better now than was when i made that analysis so i think this one will be better written

What a way to introduce a protagonist. This line and this scene tell us everything we need to know about Korra at that time and everything she knew about herself.

In book one Korra is a 17′s old teenager who have no idea how the world, how life is outside the training center she grew up in and had been locked up since ever. So she is not only naive but have lack of social skills

Oh, and not everyone who lack’s social skills will act like Zuko and Azula okay? Korra can be confident, expressive and outgoing and still have problems when it comes to social skills.One thing dont exclude the other.

“I’m the Avatar and you gotta deal with it” did you guys notice that only for that line we can see the entire opposite on how she treat her role as avatar in comparisson with Aang? And im not here to judge because is two very different contexts.

As far as we know, Korra grew up without friends or romantic partners. Of course, she had her training partners but i believe that they are just that.

So her entarely perception of herself was around her duty as Avatar, she didnt have personal life, she barely was Korra...She was The avatar and thats that.

So she came to Republic City, it was a mess.

Its funny to see that she have no touch when it comes to simply talk to people, i guess when you grew up away from society, this happens. And yes, she is cocky and had to learn that people arent there to somewhat please her, and she learned that quicky.

Thats why the Pro Bending was important for her character, not only for training but also as means of socilization.

Now lets talk about the villains: Amon and Tarrlok

The two of them represents two differents threats to Korra. Amon represents a threat to her duty as Avatar while Tarrlok represents a threat to Korra as a person.

In episode 4 we have what i still thinks is the darker episode from TLOK. In this episode Amon ambushes Korra in the final moments... Even knowing that they did their best to make Amon’s power and control be non-sexualized as possible still...He have her down on her knews, totally helpless and he even invades Korra’s personal space by touching in her face forcing her to look at him. He didn't have to sexually touch her to violate her.

And right after, the fear in Tenzin voice when asking what happened after seeing her laying in the ground like that, and how Korra is sobing in his arms teeling him how powerless and helpless she felt. I mean...Oh, and she keeps terryfied by him until he takes her bending.

Tarrlok in the other hand doesnt do much different from his brother and started to harass Korra because he cant take ‘no’ as a answer when Korra didnt wanted to join his task force.

Whats interesting is that if it wasnt for Tarrlok harassement and maniputation, Korra wouldnt have joined his task force and wouldnt have confronted Amon and wouldn't have gone through that terrible encounter.

The thing is that Korra is caught right in the middle of a politcal power dispute over the city, something that she for sure wasnt prepare for it. And both Amon and Tarrlok woud hurt or kill her without think twice about it if that means gain power. And that was exacly what happened

Tarrlok tried to manipulate her and keep her on leash where he could, and when his tatics didnt worked anymore he alreay had a plan B. Yes that whole metal box in that cabin in the middle of nowhere was made especifically for her and maybe Tenzin if he also get in his way.

In the end Korra lost the physical battle against both but won the ethical battle also against both. She was the responsable for expose both of them as corrupted and hypocrites. But at what price? Amon was able to remove the bends of the Avatar. And without them, how could she be the Avatar?

Remember that her entirely conception of herself was built around her duty as Avatar, be the avatar. After all, everything she was, everything she'd trained so hard for, had been destroyed in minutes. Thats why i still strongly believe that she was thinking about killing herself at the end, nobodys goes all sad and crying to in front of a clifft without thinking about jumping from it.

But she, i think given up the idea and just sit and started to crying when Aang appeared and help her, giving her bendings back in one of the best scenes of the show. So after have everything solve and still managed to get the boy she was in love with, things where great and she “move on”

In that first half, Korra is unbearable. Everything she learned in Book 1 how to be more mature, less spoiled and all, was thrown in the trash and she was the same "child" of the book one only worse.

Until I stopped and realized that I was also unbearable and childish like this when I had my bad phases of anxiety and depression, as defense mechanism and keep people away. Returning to Korra, and if this way of acting of her was nothing more than this defense mechanism?

Because guess what, i dont think she “move on” from all that happened in Book One that fast, and for add more drama she discovered that was her father idea of keeping her locked up training in that training center we saw in book one and not traveling like avatars before her. No wonder she felt betrayed. And for adding even more drama, people still keep treating her like child, so she was despered for some validation. Something that she found in her uncles arms but she was betrayed by him after.

In the end, Korra again goes through a traumatic experience when she has her connection with past lives destroyed. We see how it affected her when she apologizes to Tenzin, through tears. And Tenzin, as the excellent master he is, tries to motivate her to face Vaatu again (now merged with Unalaq, her uncle) and again she saves the day even after go throught a traumatic event

In the final moments, we see the innocent decision to reconnect the world of spirits and the world of men. And we also see Korra and Mako permanently end their turbulent relationship.

Book 3 begins in a more mature, we see all the characters being presented in a more mature way and it seems that Korra now has overcome everything that has passed. We have the relationship between Korra and Asami deepening as well

In Book 3, called "Change" we have a great sacrifice from Korra. Her life goes down a notch when she decides to save the new airbenders from Zaheer and the Red Lotus, the only villain until now that really threat her life since their sole goal was to kill the avatar.

Korra won again but this time victory costed way too much. Yes she save the day again but now she was physically and psychologically defeated. It was too much, she broke.

Book 4 begins and we only saw Korra in the final minutes and she is unrecognizable. We see that, once proud and courageous avatar, in someone depressed and cowerd. We never have saw Korra like that, even when she was afraid of Amon she wasnt like that.

Korra is afraid of being the Avatar again and her fight against PTSD is still one of the most sensitive, responsable and honest representation of Mentall Issues that i saw, and it was before this subject gain more space on media. It was before people started to give attention to this

I also think that she was having flashs from her other fights and not only the one against Zaheer.

Another thing I think is worth mention is that Korra took 3 years to feel safer and re-embrace her duties as Avatar. It was not 3 weeks or 3 months, it was 3 years. And anyone who suffers from some mental illness knows very well the stigma that is, the fight that is, because everyone wants you to be well faster as possible when the truth is that many times you spend years fighting against this. And this is a pressure that falls on you.Imagine, seeing all your friends moving forward while you continue "stock in the same place"?

Only after Korra confronts Zaheer, I think that was a way to show her coping with the trauma, she improves to the point of returning to be the great Avatar we know. I personally still struggles with this scene because put the victim in front of her agressor may not be the best idea but i understand that she needed to see that he was just a man and not the invencible monster her mind was telling her

One of the lines that stuck with me the most was in the TLOK version of the ember island players, the one that made a recap of the show before the finale. When Korra said “I was so naive” just before we watch her narration of her journey, we can feel pain, sadness and strenght. Janet was amazing in the way the delivered this line.

And this fucking quote i saw here on tumblr still is the goat: “The Last Airbender is a story of a boy who becomes a god. The Legend of Korra is the story of a goddess who becomes a girl "

And I still get really pissed when someone comes to talk shit about Korra because she is such an incredible heroine and her journey is also so incredible.

The story of how life can be hard and unfair, how it can hurt and paralyze, but there is always a reason to move on. We should always move on.

Korra is definitely not weak, quite the opposite, she is one of the if not the strongest heroine I have ever seen. Korra inspires overcoming

#korrasami #avatar korra #asami sato #mako #tenzin #bolin #lin beifong #su beifong #kuvira #zaheer #amon #unalaq #tarrlok #the legendd of korra #legend of korra #tlok #lets talk about #avatar

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buchananbarnes1991 · 4 years ago

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Unus Annus Sentence Meme Starter

“Hey buddy buddy buddy buddy!”

“Our long time colleagues are 419 hours a day deny you here!”

“Peoples dream, must first be full of blood!”

“When we arrived in my backyard, we stopped the fire.”

“We quickly eliminated the enemy, and the fight was depressing.”

“Boy am I hungry!”

“Zip zap zop!”

“I don’t know if this was your idea, but we’ll roll with it.”

“This wouldn’t be the first time like, ‘hey I’ve got an idea.’ when we told you it weeks ago.”

“With the guidance of a guardian angel, you can do anything.”

“What am I teaching you how to do?”

“You don’t need to make it! I’m making it!”

“Have you washed your hands? You should wash your hands.”

“You can have the knife when you need the knife.”

“Close the door and never go back!”

“I want you to do something for me. Take a balloon, stretch it out..nice and wide.”

“Some of us are more gifted than others.”

“Okay, so what are we doing here? What is this?”

“I think that the way that I’d kill you is..’take you by the hands. come this way. I’ve got something to show you. just something you HAVE TO SEE.’ “

“In highschool. I dated a girl...her name was, Abigail. Very smart and driven. I was a stupid boy.”

“I still hadn’t let go, but they called me to tell me. She’d let go.”

“She looked down at the ground and then looked back up me. She giggled a bit and then said ‘Oh, don’t you know? I have feelings for Troy.’ “

“When you’re a late bloomer and you spend most of your time alone in a dark room with various ‘websites’, it turns out that feeding my entire adolescences with perverted thoughts from various unsavory sources makes a distorted impression of the act of making love.”

“After about thirty minutes of dry thrusting, I found myself incapable of completion.”

“The first time I ever had sex, I had to fake my own orgasm..just to get it over with.”

“I too was a late bloomer. I didn’t know anything about intercourse or foreplay or anything.”

“We heard the tent unzip, her thirteen year old brother came through the tent! He didn’t see us. But, we were there. He said ‘Dinner’s ready.’ Under the protection of the sleeping bag we were replied ‘OKAY!’, He exited and I-- *giggles* exited.”

“I think that’s enough therapy for one day. Remember, it’s okay to talk about embarrassing of your life.”

“You stand here..I’m gonna take my shoes off.”

“I need to climb around you.”

“Using teamwork and trust and...t-t-t....team work, you get one person from one end of the body, all the way around to the same end.”

“You think you know us, but we only show you what we want you to see.”

“Let’s get climbing.”

“I thought we were gonna watch a movie.”

“And then I PILE DRIVE YOU’RE SPINE...paralyzed for life.”

“I AM ALWAYS STABLE. Don’t even try to unstablize me.”

“Felt like an emotional burden unloaded.”

“Death comes for all of us and we’ve gotta prepare.”

“It’s a beautiful world, with a lot of caskets.”

“I’m just thinking about America...it’s not a great time to think about America.”

“Can we see some different caskets? Can you show us some metal ones, some wood ones?”

“Let’s start with the highest! And then we’ll work down to where we’re comfortable.”

“Why is Mahogany like the universally known wood? It’s used in all the movies, everyone talks about it. If they want quality, they want a Mahogany.”

“Obviously it’s a beautiful wood, but what makes Mahogany so special?”

“With Mahogany if you look at it. If you pass your eyes to the side, it changes. It goes with you.”

“You are supposed to be buried in dirt. From dust to dust.”

“I don’t want it to be too comfortable. I’d like to stay alert.”

“I don’t know, what does it mean to be afraid? I’m not afraid of death.”

“I don’t like the feel of velvet. I mean, I’ll touch it.”

“Mmh....velvet...”

“That’s the thing! Like old production stuff was built to last, FOREVER!”

“For now you can kneel.”

“They’re Nigerian dwarf goats. They’re gonna be your yoga partners today.”

“I twisted a man into a pretzel. I could do the same to you.”

“I twisted myself into a pretzel.”

“It’s so much more fun to do a plank with a goat on your back.”

“The goats come to you. The motto that we like to have it ‘trust the goats.’ “

“Oh, wait. Wait! I didn’t know we were competing.”

“When I did hot yoga. I kicked everyone’s ass.”

“There’s a lot goatin’ on.”

“You flinchy bastard.”

“Alright, there’s a goat there.”

“I always tell people that they will fire their massage therapists because goat massages are way better.”

“Yeah, it’s real firm.”

“Ow, oh god. Your tallons!”

“Oh, tight pants..tight pants!”

“Those are quitters who think that you have to have the perfect conditions to do things but if you can do things in times of adversity that’s when you know you’re really committed to a cause!”

“Anyone want kisses?”

“It’s okay to show emotions.”

“CRY LITTLE BITCH, CRY!”

“No one’s crazy enough to do it!”

“We knew this year was going to be hell.”

“Hey! Seven days..”

“There’s always still time for things to go wrong.”

“We’ll save them for the future.”

“No, there’s no future.”

“I hope I die in a hilarious way. I hope my death can be told as a joke, like it’s so funny how I died. People can get one last joy. One last laugh.”

“I’m not afraid of death, but I am afraid of dying.”

“Okay, we only have our sixth sense to see with. Okay? Much like Bruce Willis in the show Sixth Sense, spoiler, I know it’s new. He sees dead eggs everywhere.”

“You can do it with dominoes too, but be careful with that one cause once to get a hundred or more dominoes and you spill ‘em all over, it’s gonna take all afternoon to set ‘em back up.”

“So you better fucking see with your brain or else you won’t be able to have a good time.”

“Ouch ouch ouch! That’s not an egg.”

“I think you need to go a little slower.”

“Oh...Puppies!”

“Should we turn on the emergency camper light?”

“I’m just such a neat freak.” “You know we need to try and escape.”

“What a profound man, that shot out the load that is Tony Stark.”

“This is a literal don’t show it. Oh god, all of his nudes are right there!”

“Gone gone, forever.”

“Two idiots cause ten care pile up from buttplug dropedge.”

“Hook car batteries up to my nipples? I’ll say yes every time!”

“I’m not a masochist. I’m really not. I’m glad I have this uninterrupted moment to talk about this. I’m not a masochist. I’m just curious.”

“I’ve never been hit by a car, outside of my car? What’s that like? I DON’T KNOW!”

“Sometimes, I am an idiot and..I match your intelligence level. THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”

“We’ve been edging father time for a year.”

“Recognize my face, thank you.”

“Oh it was terrible. You didn’t tell me about all the bears along the way.”

“Nice camel toe.

“Do you want me to get nurse Tracy?”

“When we tried to crush those melons, SHE TOOK TWO!”

“I was thinking the other night, what if the next melon is [insert muses’s name here] skull?”

“I just like doing what I’m told.”

“A man of few words, a man of action.”

“Are our faces being used as Capchas’ now?”

“Thank you god, thats’s a good idea.”

“God said we could!”

“Doesn’t matter what you do, to keep it from ending. Once it ends. It’s gone forever.”

“I don’t know you but you’re here, a lot. I guess you’re fine.”

“I couldn’t get it off, I felt like I was gonna rip your skin off.”

“YOU WERE GONNA RIP MY SKIN OFF.”

“We got all this time that we can relax! We’ve got like a week to relax...”

“Neither of us have ever been pepper sprayed. Let’s get pepper sprayed!”

“It’s burning as if there’s some hot oil.. on my eyes.”

“My eyes are okay now.”

“This fucking sucks so bad.”

“I would not recommend getting pepper sprayed.”

“When I was a young lad. All I had was my imagination and the woodland creatures.”

“You shot me twice! I get to shoot you with a paintball at some point in the future.”

“There is no easy!”

“Math wasn’t my strong suit, nor was anything.”

“He’s an idiot but he can read well.”

“Look at me in the eyes boy, you’ll never be stronger than me.”

“How do you have time for anything, do you not sleep?”

“Your shirt needs to be off.”

“I think you just want me to take my shirt off.”

“Ugh...I’m fine.”

“I need gloves, I need gloves, hang on, I gotta get gloves!”

“I don’t wanna do anything with drainage.”

“What bone would you say hurts?”

“That’s what the picture said to do, breast feed your patient.”

“Your bed’s not very comfortable.”

“THE GONGOOZLER!”

“It not over, it’s close.”

“In six hours, we’re done.”

“It’s hard to say goodbye, but it’s important.”

“Beautiful, a sailor’s dream to come across the mermer.”

“DELETE ME!! CUT ME OUTTA HERE!!”

“I’m being an asshole now.”

“It’s not hope, it’s delusion.”

“You can’t speed your way into heaven!”

“Have you ever looked at your tongue too long in the mirror and it no longer looks like it belongs to you?”

“Biology is just a constant nightmare.”

#Unus Annus #Sentence Starter

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alternativemiraculous · 4 years ago

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I have NO idea on what to do with the Goat Miraculous. No clue. Been reading and the only thing that comes to mind is either healing (absorbing the wounds of the allies as a nod to the scapegoat, maybe drinking from a horn as a nod to Amaltheia) or sleeping powers (cuz counting sheep and sheeps being rather pacific). However the first one does not make any sense in canon Miraculous (as they don't take any harm) and the second one is too OP (paralyzing with extra steps).

I had also thought of the Goat being able to go through solid walls, representing determination, but with the horse having super speed I think it is kinda pointless.

I hate this Miraculous, but at least hairpins are pretty 😭

#goat miraculous #alternative miraculouses #miraculouses #miraculous #ladybug #miraculous ladybug #ml #chinese miraculous box #miraculous box #alt!goat #ml headcanon #ml headcanons #zodiac miraculous #zodiac miraculouses

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #469

“i am hungry for some unrest / i wanna push it beyond a peaceful protest”

Do you have any goats? Can't say I do. Are you going to be getting any new pets soon? No. Would you rather be a panda or grizzly bear? As a protected species, I'd say a panda. Do you like BBQ sauce? I hate it. Can you do a twirl like a ballerina? No. Does your house have a pool? No. Do you own an iPad? No. What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? A LOT. Many years ago, I was very conservative, now I'm definitely more liberal. What’s an achievement you hope to see humanity accomplish in your lifetime? I'd really love to see great improvements in nature and wildlife conservation. Are you and your SO Facebook official? We're like... half official? He never checks his notifications, EVER, so he hasn't verified our relationship status. Instead, it just says on my profile "in a relationship with ____ (pending)." I don't mind, though. "Facebook official" doesn't mean much to me at all. What matters is that we know. Have you ever bathed in a river or a lake? I've swum in them, but I most certainly haven't bathed in one. Have you bought a bag of potato chips in the past week? No. I avoid chips because I'll eat too many. What was your first job? And how long did you work there? I was a sales associate at GameStop for like two months, but keep in mind I was VERY rarely on the schedule, so I probably didn't even work for a week's time in total. Can you drive? I can, but I don't do it well and don't have my license. My permit's even long expired. I plan on forcing myself to practice and get licensed once I get new glasses, though (whenever I can afford that...). Right now I couldn't even pass the vision test. I just have to do it; public transport isn't big here AT ALL, and I can't keep relying on others to get me everywhere. Do you spend too much time online? Way, way too much. Extremely high odds are, if I'm conscious, I'm on the computer. I want to change that so badly and experience other things in life way more regularly, it's just an addiction that has been an issue since I was first exposed to the Internet. Do you like to travel? I barely ever get to do it, but yes, I love it. How did you first notice the last person you kissed? Well, it's kinda hard NOT to subconsciously notice the guy who played the fuckin' huge-ass tuba in band, ha ha. Why will/won’t you and your ex get back together? THE ex, because 1.) I'm sure he wants nothing to do with me, and 2.) because I'd be much too worried he'd leave again if I relapse with my depression badly enough. Do you use the words "I love you" too lightly? Definitely not. Do you like pizza? Legit, are there people who don't like pizza???? Do you use an alarm clock? I use my phone for that. Name something that is currently making you happy. Girt is making me really, really happy. I'm still not happy at my core, but, y'know. A person can't do that, anyway. What do you want for Christmas this year? Stiiiill a 40 gallon for Venus with proper equipment... I need a fucking job. That's going to be my answer possibly past Christmas because I just completely rely on my parents financially. Are you excited for the holidays? Very, except for Thanksgiving. I'm way more hyped for Halloween and Christmas and all it entails than usual. Name one tattoo you would like to get someday. I'll give ya one I don't think I've mentioned. On top of one of my hands, over some sort of fiery graphic, I want "Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt" (translated to "whoever knows pain is dangerous") written in fine text. It's a lyric from the song "Feuer frei!" by Rammstein that I just find very powerful, and not necessarily in an dark way. Are you afraid of stink bugs? Yes, because they're a form of beetle, which tend to scare me. Do you wear contact lenses? No, but I wish. :/ There are piercings I want that would look stupid with glasses. One of my eyes has such bad vision that I need a weighted contact in it (don't ask me exactly what the difference is), and I could feel it way too clearly in my eye, and it made it heavy. Wearing those contacts did NOT last long; I went back to my glasses. Have you ever danced in the rain? No. What was your last dream about? Astonishingly, I don't remember. Where was the last place you went besides your house? The doctor's office. Do you feel like you're judged for your looks? Being someone who is by definition obese, I'm certain some people do. Do you fight with your parents a lot? No. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over. Why? I never have been. Do you like hot sauce? Yes. How bored are you right now? Very, very bored. As a side effect of depression, I experience severe anhedonia like... constantly, at least to some degree. No exaggeration. It makes my life a fucking drag. It's why I take surveys so much; the randomness of the questions is at least a momentary distraction. Do you think you would make a good model? Hell no. Even if I was in a physical shape for anyone to be interested in photographing me, I would feel WAY too awkward. Are you a good singer? No. Do the Emergency Alert System noises on TV freak you out? Yes, because I immediately assume it's a tornado warning. Describe your perfect date. Actually I'm planning something for Girt and me hopefully on Halloween (or if he has to work, at least close to) that is like absolutely effin' perfect for me. Carve some pumpkins together, make those Pillsbury Halloween cookies, and binge some spooky movies. :') Do your parents trust you? Yeah. Do you like pot roast? No. Have you ever thought about being a stripper? No. Are you flexible? No. Can you wiggle your nose? Nope. Have you ever played Mario Kart? Yes. My younger sister especially was sooo good at it; she doesn't even play video games and yet she was hooked on it for a while. How often do you go shopping for clothes? Almost never. I really, really need to for undergarments and pants now. Do you have a high IQ? I don't know my IQ, but I very much doubt it. Would you ride a motorcycle if you had the chance? No. They scare me. Have you ever been bitten by a dog? No. Do you like the smell of cinnamon? yessssss Do you like frogs? I love those lil bug-eyed cuties!!! :') Are you afraid of dying? Not massively. I mean yeah, I don't want to die and the fear of the unknown is there, but I really don't think I'm as scared of it as most people. Do you like bananas? Yeah. Where's the last place you've been to out of state? Lake Gaston in Virginia. What are you listening to right now? I'm watching another playthrough of Fatal Frame 3. Gotta say it's probably my favorite that I've seen/played of the franchise now. Would you rather use a trackpad or a mouse? Mouse, for sure. Do you like steak? Yes. What was the best gift you've ever received? My late dog. Tell me one of your pet peeves. Consistently trying to make conversation with me when I have headphones on. It's a bitchy pet peeve, but a pet peeve nonetheless. Do you like to keep your nails painted? I don't paint my nails or care to. Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? I was a long time ago when I actually watched it. I wouldn't watch it now because I don't support the overly-conservative cast, having followed a couple on Facebook for a time. Have you ever played with Silly Putty? As a kid, for sure. I loved that stuff. Do you take in a lot of caffeine daily? Yes. :x Do you know a lot about history? Definitely not. Are you allergic to pollen? Yes. Would you rather play Xbox or PlayStation? I'm a PlayStation gal. Have you ever worked at a fast food place? No, and I neeeeever would. Hungry people are the worst. Do you like hot tubs? Meh, I have to be in the right mood. Do you know anyone who is battling cancer? Not at this current moment. Are you good at doing fractions? NOOOOOOO, or doing ANY kind of math. Have you ever auditioned for a talent competition? No. Would you rather get high or get drunk? I've never experienced either, but probably high. Being drunk is usually synonymous with being sloppy. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? AYEEEEEEEEE I'm the chick to ask! I love the first one, it's brilliant and loyal to the idea of the series but still unique from the original story of the pilot game. The second one is objectively fucking awful story-wise and is SO all over the place, but I can still enjoy it as an obsessed fan of that franchise. Did you ever want to be a doctor? I wanted to be a vet for a long time, if that counts. [TW: SUICIDE] The last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? I probably cried some/was teared up to some degree when he visited me in the ER after my overdose. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 1 month? Is this written for a middle schooler? No shit I could, and have in the past on more than one occasion. Have you kissed someone with braces? No. Is this the best year of your life? Nooo sir. Can you have more than one best friend? Yeah. What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider? Hot chocolate. ooo: What are your full initials? BMD. Would you ever let your grandma set you up on a blind date? She's dead, but if she wasn't? HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NO. Do you ever wonder if you will get in a car accident and die? As someone who is terrified of driving, absolutely. I'm primarily more concerned about becoming paralyzed from the neck down, though. I'd rather die than that. So your ex comes to you and says “I want you back”, what do you say? I'd probably say, "I'm happy to finally be able to say 'no'" or something along those lines. Maybe even just a simple "no." Which was worse for you: freshman year of high school or of college? College. I was so fucking depressed and lost. What is the last language you spoke, other than your first? German. Would you ever consider moving to a different country? Canada, yes, if it didn't mean leaving my family and now boyfriend. What is your favourite food from your culture? Burgers. @_@ Other than your name, what was the last name someone called you? Britt. If you could find one long lost friend of the past, who would it be? Megan. I found her on Facebook before and sent her two messages over the past something years, but she never responded. It's frustrating, like I was so close to reuniting with her, but not close enough. Do you wash your hair or your body first when taking a shower? Hair. Have you ever been to a nursing home? Yes, with my mother to visit someone.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''unnatural selection'' by muse

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 4 years ago

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Okay--I'd LOVE to hear how you came up with those astrological signs for the boys! Tell us, please! ^_^

AND I SHALL !!!

Something I like to do usually when creating characters - or simply trying to come up with a “fleshed out” personality for existing characters, is that I often go read astrological signs’ descriptions. Often those things are very cliché and don’t really make a lot of sense, but it is a good baseline for expanding on character development.

Leo

Capricorn (Dec.22 - Jan.19) (I personally HC that his birthday is in January)

“ Smart, hardworking, and fully in control of their destiny, a Capricorn will always get what they set their mind to, in both personal and professional life—no excuses. Capricorns may get a reputation as stubborn, but they simply know what they want, and also know how they wish other people would behave. Natural rule-followers, Capricorns thrive on order and love strict rules, hierarchies, and set ways to do things. Can a Capricorn think outside the box? Yes, they can, but they prefer when they have strict boundaries to constrain against—free reign can make them feel paralyzed by choice. “ (source)

“ Capricorn’s personality traits are derived from its receptive, feminine, or yin qualities, making this sign oriented toward contemplation and engagement with inner awareness. Alive in both a Capricorn woman or Capricorn man, those born with the Sea-Goat as their rising, sun, or moon sign have a discipline, masterful, and determined energy in the core of their personality; an echo of the resilience and resourcefulness needed to survive the cold season of their birth.As a cardinal sign, Capricorn holds the qualities of being an achiever, a builder, and a climber, able to set and conquer the loftiest goals one step at a time. Those born with the sign of the Sea-Goat prominent in their charts are great at being determined, consistent, and reliable. They often over-deliver on their promises and take their honor and public reputation very seriously. Ruled by Saturn, the primary Capricorn strengths can be found in their perseverance, longevity, and focused self-mastery. Coolheaded and down to earth, they have strong powers of discernment. They are often good Saturnian judges of character and can be approached for pragmatic advice and a fair verdict.Ruled by Saturn, the Sea-Goat does not shy away from commitment, but rather requires it of their friends, business partners, and lovers before they can fully trust. As a result, your Sea-Goat friend may be one of your most loyal allies, unless of course, you cross them in a business deal.Capricorns may not be seeking fame or glamour in the obvious sense, yet are known for their enduring beauty and classic elegance. Those born under the Sea-Goat are old souls who traditionally are understood to age in reverse. They usually begin life with the weight of the world on their shoulders that they gradually learn to let go of over the years. Humor is one of Capricorn’s most underrated strengths, which is an important source of their resiliency.Natives from this sign see the world with a pragmatic and sober eye, so have long ago made their peace with the shadows of mortality and human frailty. It is this shadow and frailty that they seek to laugh with, developing a dark, rueful humor to help them survive and endure. “ (source)

Raph

Cancer (Jun.21 - Jul.22) (Can we HC that his birthday is on July 4th x’D yes? Yes.)

“ Emotional, intuitive, and practically psychic; ruled by the moon and characterized by the crab, Cancer has so much going on in its watery depths. Cancers may seem prickly and standoffish at first meeting, once they make the decision to become friends with someone, that person has a friend for life. Most Cancers have been called psychic at some point, and with good reason—Cancer can often intuit relationships, ideas, and motivations before anyone has actually spoken. That can make for challenging interactions with this sign—Cancer hates small talk, especially when it contains white lies (like saying, "How nice to see you!" when it's clear that both parties would rather avoid each other). That's why social gatherings can be overwhelming for Cancers. They'd much rather spend time in small groups where everyone is on the same page. “ (source)

“Ruled by the moon, Cancer’s archetypal traits are derived from its receptive, feminine, or yin qualities, making this sign oriented toward contemplation, and engagement with inner awareness. Alive in both a Cancer woman or Cancer man, those born with the Crab as their rising, sun, or moon sign have a sensitive, intuitive, and protective awareness in the core of their personality; an echo of the life-supporting and sustaining energies of the Summer season.As a cardinal sign, Cancer takes leadership in the roles of being a nurturer, host, protector, and caretaker. Those born with the sign of the Crab prominent in their charts are focused on forming and maintaining family ties. They are naturally empathic, sentimental, and home-loving by nature. The primary Cancer strengths can be found in their kind, giving, and sympathetic natures. Always ready to host, and set a table, they can be counted on to feed and care for friends, family, and any weary traveler that stays in their home. With strong empathic powers and talents for healing, Cancer natives can sense what others need, often long before they have articulated it themselves.The famous sideways walk of the Crab can be observed in the cautious way a Cancer native enters a space or social gathering. They tend to come in quietly, carefully surveying their surroundings, before they open and reveal their whole selves. This protective instinct makes Cancerians good at reading the emotional tone in a room, helping them anticipate danger or crisis early. “ (source)

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Libra (Sep.23 - Oct.22) (I HC his birthday in October)

“ Intelligent, kind, and always willing to put others before themselves, Libras value harmony in all forms. Ruled by Venus, the planet of beauty, Libra adores a life that looks good. As the master of compromise and diplomacy, Libra is adept at seeing all points of view, and excels at crafting compromises and effecting mediation between others. This sign has a rich inner life yet loves other people, and they're always happiest with a large group of friends, family, and coworkers on whom they can count. An air sign, Libra can often be "up in the clouds," and while he or she is amazing at making big plans, follow through can be tricky. Working with detail-oriented signs, like Virgos or Capricorns, can help Libras actually manifest their dreams into reality, especially in the workspace. But don't call out Librans for daydreaming—their imagination is one of their biggest assets, and they often put their imagination to work by finding careers in the arts or in literature. “ (source)

“ Libra’s archetypal traits are derived from its active, masculine, or yang qualities, making this sign oriented toward engagement with the outer world. Alive in both a Libra woman or Libra man, those born with the planet of love as their rising, sun, or moon sign have an equanimous energy in their core personality. As a cardinal air sign, Libra holds the qualities of social initiation and leadership. This makes those with Libra prominent in their charts great at pioneering social projects and gatherings, and naturals at unifying their team, family, or community.Natives from this sign can be thought of as “the diplomats” of the zodiac, acting as active mediators and negotiators in any crisis or challenge. Being ruled by the planet of pleasure and attraction, Libra is usually quick to forgive and eager to smooth out differences so that everyone can get back to enjoying the finer aspects of life. Libra’s great strengths can be found in their ability to embody Venus’ loving, healing, and balancing traits. These folks will likely have the ability to put others first for the sake of everyone’s comfort and well-being. They are great communicators and listeners, fairly weighing all sides of an argument and another’s point of view. Libras are likely to not hold grudges, as it can take a lot to rouse and sustain their anger. Being very Venusian, they typically assume the best intentions in others and give most people many chances to redeem themselves.In addition to these folks’ great relational strengths, there are also their keen aesthetic sensibilities to consider. Not only will this make sun sign Librans very creative, it will make them attuned to the subtleties of atmosphere and harmonious environments. They are naturally curious about how the aesthetics of our adornments and surroundings can set the tone for our well-being and social interactions. Keeping the peace and maintaining poise, grace, and charm are strengths that can be relied on from these natives. “ (source)

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Pisces (Feb.19 - Mar.20) (I HC his birthday in March)

“ Smart, creative, and deeply intuitive, Pisces can be close to psychic. Pisces feel things deeply, and have incredibly strong gut reactions. A Pisces "knows" things from deep within, and can often judge whether a person or situation is good or bad. That doesn't mean a Pisces ignores the logical part of their brain, though. Deeply intelligent, Pisces have a profound respect for the power of the human mind. Is it a surprise that Albert Einstein was a Pisces? Pisces may seem quiet but they are incredibly strong and have a very strong sense of right and wrong. Their moral compass, along with their gut, guides them well. When a Pisces speaks up, people listen. Pisces tend to take in everything around them, and they are great people to ask for advice on pretty much anything. While Pisces has strong convictions about the best way for them to live, they have a "live and let live" approach when it comes to others, and are accepting and nonjudgmental of all. “ (source)

“ As a mutable sign, Pisces holds adaptive, fluid, and shape-shifting qualities. Those with the sign of the Two Fishes prominent in their charts are sensitive seekers who have the potential to bring a soulful, healing energy to their relationships and communities. The primary Pisces’ strengths can be found in their tender, sympathetic, and receptive natures. Naturally compassionate and empathic, Pisces are wired to offer spiritual and artistic gifts to the world. These are the poets, musicians, painters, and intuitive counselors in our communities.With Jupiter’s influence on the faith, belief, and sense of higher purpose, Pisceans can be counted on to offer help and healing support to anyone who is in need. These natives tend to drift through life on their schedule and follow an inner sense that life is unfolding as it should.Idealistic and imaginative, those born under the Two Fishes’ sign have an otherworldly quality to them and seem to retain a sense of innocence and wonder their whole lives. These natives often believe in the good of others and will likely give the benefit of the doubt. “ (source)

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thebibliomancer · 4 years ago

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Shadows of the Dark Crystal liveblog pt 11

Shadows of the Dark Crystal by J. M. Lee because I want Naia and Kylan to have a relaxing chapter.

Last times on book: Naia is on a journey to Ha’rar to defend her brother against accusations of treason. She is joined by the Song Teller Kylan who is on his way to Stone-in-the-Wood and wants to prove that the Hunter is real. Kylan and Naia fall down a hole, find that the vein of darkened crystals has spread to Spriton lands, and narrowly escape from a darkened ruffnaw.

Chapter 13

Kylan and Naia find a bridge out so the only option is to go through the Spooky Woods at night. Wait, really? The only option??

The next day after the cave adventure, Naia learns that not all mountains are the same mountains and in fact many are geographically different. Then she punches Kylan for laughing at her about it.

Friendship!

Otherwise she’s very excited about getting to the river. Finally, some actual moisture!

I-I think Naia doesn’t know what sand is?

Naia was ever thankful for the shoes Maudra Mera had given her. As the grasses gave way to drier weeds and shrubs, the earth became salty and golden. Walking it barefoot, or even in her first set of bark sandals, would have made the journey near impossible.

She’s never seen sand!

Kylan: “There used to be dozens of [Podling] communities, all throughout the area. But their numbers have been dwindling, and many families end up living with Spriton communities when their colonies become too few. Some say it’s poor crops.”

But Naia and Kylan look around the the bountiful land and think ‘doubt’

Kylan blames the Hunter which seems likely actually if he just kills random Gelfling in their homes at night. But this is also the point where the darkening starts affecting crops, right?

Could be a combination of failing crops and a dude going around killing people at random. Both could lead to smaller comunities congregating together to pool resources and for protection.

Apparently Kylan is like a noble goat because he takes to climbing the ridge on the way to the river even more nimbly than Naia.

They reach eyeshot of the river just as the Great Sun is setting.

“The Black River,” [Naia] said. A smile came over her face. “We’re so close! We’ll build a raft and ride it all the way to Ha’rar. Are there any falls?”

“Ha! How would I know?” Kylan asked. “This is new to me too!”

“No songs about Jarra-Jen and the Black RIver?” Naia was teasing, but when he shook his head, she felt some disappointment.

See, now you wish he had a song for every occasion.

When the two reach the ravine they find that the bridge has been broken. And there’s no way across the ravine without it. Naia is disappointed because she really wanted to make it to the river and stick her feet in it.

“Naia kicked a pebble over the side of the cliff and tugged at her locs. If only she had wings! Yet there was nothing at her back but soreness and a heavy traveling pack that would probably weigh her down too much to make the crossing, even if she had been able to fly.”

There’s a lot of Naia angsting over not having her wings yet in this book which makes me think that its got to either end with her getting them or deciding that she doesn’t need to hurry to grow up. And I dunno, I don’t think wings just come in like FWOOP so I think acceptance is more likely?

How does that even work though? Do they just push through the skin? Do the Gelfling... molt? I wanna know!

On their way backtracking down the cliff, Kylan stops at a boulder to do some dream-etching. Because he can just lay on hands and write on a boulder. So cool.

Because he’s the good best boy, Kylan wrote a warning to other travelers about the bridge being out. Naia doesn’t point out that most Gelfling couldn’t read.

They can’t?!

No, I guess the Skeksis wouldn’t encourage literacy programs. They prefer the Gelfling dumb.

Since they had to detour, now Kylan and Naia are traveling in the dark. Naia feeds Neech the shoulder eel some glow moss and he starts glowing after only a few moments!

That’s cool! And a remarkably quick metabolism!

Kylan be like ‘i gotta write this down later’ ha

Apparently the detour is taking them through the Dark Wood, which Tavra specifically warned Naia not to go through and which Naia is now pointedly ignoring in favor of making up for lost time.

Kylan is nervous and thinks it would be better to wait for daylight. Naia tells him WWJJD? What Would Jarra-Jen Do?

“I don’t know if you were listening, but the Dark Wood at night is when Jarra-Jen met the Hunter and was chased until he had to leap off a cliff into the Black River,” Kylan retorted.

Heh.

But Naia points out that Jarra-Jen was alone and they aren’t. And Kylan concedes that if he avoids ever seeing the Hunter, he’ll never be able to confront him.

As a Drenchen and a Spriton, and of course as Gelfling, neither Naia nor her friend were unfamiliar with forests.

They get mad racial bonuses. Simply ludicrous.

But the Dark Forest is a thing unto itself.

The strong pillars of ebony bark and dark turquoise leaves were interrupted only by thick brush, shrubs, spiny rocks, and flowering land corals with huge white night blossoms. The earth was padded with layers and layers of leaves and moss, rippling over the forms of the ever-present roots that sometimes arched from the land in swooping forms that created hoops and arches under which they walked.

Naia asks Kylan if his bard-brain knows the name of a vine root and he suggests she just ask. The vine. And brings back up the conversation re: her dreamfasting with not-Gelfling.

She tells him that it never happened until recently but she’s sometimes had trouble controlling her dreamfasting. Gasp! Possible protagonist power! All along she thought she was bad at control but really she had a secret gift!

Also, is this related to how Kira formed an angry mob of animals and had them swarm the Scientist? I thought that she just learned Beastmaster.

Also also, she wasn’t touching any of them so, no, probably unrelated.

The two Gelfling hear a low eerie moan in the forest which spooks the glowy flowers until they close up. Naia hides Neech so his glowy doesn’t give them away.

In the darkness, something huge and serpentine pushes through the forest.

Kylan backed up against Naia and they stood together, breathing in sync. When Kylan’s fingers snaked around Naia’s wrist, she tried to brush him away.

“Don’t grab me now. I need to be able to move.”

Kylan jumped, moving away from her, though the warm grasp on her wrist only tightened. Voice piqued with surprise, he said, “I’m not...”

Oooooooooooo what a spooky! This chapter and the last I missed out not reading on Halloween!

What really grabbed Naia was a cluster of tendrils which yanks her into the air and tosses her through the forest from tree to tree, separating her from Kylan

And then they just drop her. Rude.

No sooner had she regained her footing than she heard something rushing toward her. She ran as roots and branches lunged for her, scratching her arms and legs in their attempt to catch hold of her once more. Her ears burned as a flock of hollerbats burst from within a knotted old tree trunk, screeching and flapping their clawed wings as they thrashed past, but she couldn’t stop to curse them. She knew she was running deeper and deeper into the wood, but she had no other choice. If she stopped, she would be caught, devoured by the Dark Wood.

She’s getting the full Night in a Spooky Wood experience and I am here for it. And here for feeling bad for her. Geez. Poor Naia.

Hopelessly separated from Kylan she decides to head towards the Black River in hopes that he’ll think the same thing and they can meet up there.

But as she walks, she sense the presence of something lying in wait at the center of the Dark Wood. Something... off.

Yes, the Dark Wood sang the song of Thra, but notes were off-key, as if it had forgotten parts, or was too distracted -- too disturbed -- to fall back into tune.

Very evocative! Very unnerving...

Then someone calls her name.

The voice paralyzed her, a wisp of cold air tickling the backs of her arms. She turned toward it, wary in disbelief but unable to deny what all her senses were telling her. A Gelfling boy stepped out of the tree cover, exactly her age, with matching clay-colored skin marked with Drenchen spots and speckles. his locs hung at his shoulders, and he wore a beautifully embroidered black-and-violet soldier’s uniform. Naia’s breath was stuck in her throat, her heart leaping.

It was Gurjin.

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#dark crystal #the dark crystal #Shadows of the Dark Crystal #liveblog #Naia #Kylan #???!!!

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captain-azoren · 4 years ago

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The Spirit Forged - Chapter 4: Premiere

Ginger's fears had been realized. She was a fool for thinking it would blow over in time. The flashing lights were blinding as they continued to surround her, disorienting her. There was no escape. Ginger felt herself becoming light-headed, heart pounding as she panicked. She was going to faint until suddenly, there was a snarl and cries of shock.

The night of Raiga's big debut has finally arrived, but can the beast-man handle the pressure? And Ginger's past finally catches up to her.

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It's been a while since my last chapter. Sorry about that, but I had other things I wanted to focus on, including ideas for an original story and setting. A lot has happened. I'm also currently seeking employment. I'd love to write for a living, so please support me via my Paypal, ko-fi, or Patreon. It would mean a lot. I may start doing commission drabbles.

"Soooo, what's this for again?" Korra asked, her arms crossed as she stood on the balcony overlooking the Pro-Bending arena. A stage had been set up on the central platform, and a crowd of scientists and journalists were gathered in front of it. It was mid-evening and Korra would have preferred a moonlit boat ride with her girlfriend.

"Varrick is supposed to unveil some kind of new scientific discovery," Asami replied, her arm linked with Korra's. "I'd heard he'd been up to something for the last month."

"And we're here because…?"

"Because I invited you!" Bolin chimed in, Pabu perched on his shoulder. "We never get to hang out anymore."

"That's because you have a real job now Bolin," Mako said as he walked in and leaned against the railing in his police uniform. "Part of being an adult."

"Mako! You got my invite?" Bolin asked with a smile.

"Well, yeah, but that's not why I'm here," The firebender replied. "I'm here to provide security."

"Why's that?"

"Because I don't trust Varrick," Came a voice. The group turned to see Chief Lin Beifong enter the balcony, looking as stern as ever. "Even if he's supposedly reformed, he brings trouble. Mako, how are things looking? Any idea what Varrick is up to?"

"I wasn't able to get backstage," Mako answered as he straightened his posture and gave a salute to his superior. "I thought Varrick would be a little more open since he knows me, but he's being really tight-lipped."

"Well stay sharp, all of you," Lin said. She gave Korra a nod. "It's good to see you here Korra. If something does go wrong, I'll feel better having you on the scene."

"Nice to see you too, Chief," Korra replied with a smirk. "Don't be so paranoid. It's probably something dumb, like portable music players."

"We'll see…"

Varrick peeked through the curtain at the audience he had invited to the unveiling. He spotted Korra and her friends on the balcony. His wife, President Zhu Li Moon, was seated on the opposite side of the stadium. He was giddy with excitement. Not even his own wife knew what he was about to reveal.

"Alright, you two ready for this?" Varrick asked as he turned to Ginger and Raiga.

"Yes, let's get on with it already," Ginger whispered. "I don't think the crowd can stand another minute of waiting, and neither can Raiga." She turned to see the beast-man pacing and fidgeting, his tail swishing. He ran his claws through his unnaturally honey-colored hair, having been cropped short but still just as messy. Varrick gave them a nod.

"Okay, places people!" Varrick clapped his hands. The stagehands got into their positions. Ginger led Raiga to the metal cage that was hidden by the curtain and closed the door. Varrick stepped past the curtains and out on stage. He approached the microphone and cleared his throat. The crowd went silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, fellow scientists, welcome!" Varrick greeted. "I'm glad you all came. Now, I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here and what this is about, but first, some backstory. Lights!" The overhead lights were shut off as a mover screen was lowered from the ceiling. A projector lit it up and Korra let out a groan.

"It's another one of his awful movers, isn't it?" The Avatar asked as she slumped her shoulders. She glanced at Bolin, who gave a hurt expression. "Oh, but I loved Nuktuk! Even if it got my culture all wrong…"

The mover screen showed thick forests and mountains outside of Republic City and Varrick's camera crew trekking down a trail.

"Not too long ago, I started filming for my next big mover, Ginger: Warrior Princess," Varrick spoke, and the clip changed to a shot of Ginger in her costume as she ran through the woods and stood upon the top of craggy rock. "I wanted to capture the majesty of the natural world, all authentic, no sets! But that's when we ran into this…"

The film cut to the shot of Ginger in the forest as she screamed. The sounds of carnage were heard from the speakers, and the audience gasped when a large gorilla-goat came charging into the frame, only to be halted by a hairy, half-naked man with a tail and stripes. The audience murmured as they watched the battle between the creatures, the sound of their roars shaking the metal rafters. Varrick was so grateful the sound had been recording.

The battle ended, and the clip paused on a shot of the young man as he stood in front of the camera. "This is Raiga," Varrick said. "Part human and part animal. As you can see, he possesses abilities which normal humans lack." The film continued, showing clips of Raiga at the test center, bending metal bars with his bare hands, running down the airstrip, and lifting heavy objects. The audience was unsure if what they were seeing was real or just mover magic.

"He's as fast as an ostrich horse and as strong as a gorilla-goat," Varrick began to smirk. He could tell they doubted him. "Don't believe me? Then see for yourselves." The lights came back on and he gestured to the curtains. The curtains were raised to reveal Raiga inside his metal cage, dressed in the loincloth they found him in. Ginger stood by, striking a confident pose.

The voices began to rise, and the photographers started taking pictures. Raiga's eyes grew wide as he stared out at the audience past the bars. He had not really known what to expect, and for a moment he was paralyzed by so many people staring at him at once. He felt so exposed.

Ginger leaned over to Raiga and whispered. "Don't get stage fright now. Just do like we practiced."

Raiga nodded and stepped up to the bars. He grabbed them, and with a squeal of bending metal, he pulled them apart and stepped out onto the stage. The reporters' camera flashed as their murmur grew into a dull roar. Raiga squinted through the flashes but managed to keep his calm.

"Oh, come on, how do we know he isn't just a metal bender?" Mako asked incredulously. "This has to be a hoax."

"Some of you are probably thinking this is some kind of hoax!" Varrick said. "But I can assure you, this is all real, and I'll prove it!" He clapped, and from backstage, a stagehand rolled out a massive block of wood, the rough texture on the surface apparent. "Raiga, would you please let the people have a closer look?" Varrick gave Raiga a knowing wink, and Raiga nodded.

The beast-man walked over to the block of wood and raised his hands. Those in the front row blinked with shock as they saw long, pale claws extend from each of Raiga's fingertips. He slapped the sides of the block and embedded each claw into it before hefting the heavy object and carrying it over like it was little more than some heavy luggage. He set it down with a loud thud and pulled his claws out, leaving visible gashes on the surface.

"This is one cubic meter of top-grade ironwood. Now then, Ginger, pass me my instrument of destruction! Hammer!" Varrick held out his hand, and the actress placed a sledgehammer into it. He raised it high and slammed it into the front side of the block. A loud crack rang through the stadium, but the wood held its shape.

"Axe!" Ginger handed Varrick a chopping axe. He raised it and swung down, only for the axe to bounce off with a dented blade. Varrick showed it off for the audience to see. "As you can see, this wood is very strong, very solid, very real, and most importantly, very un-bendable," Varrick said as he placed the busted axe on the ground. "Raiga, would please make us some stools to sit on?"

Raiga grinned as he stepped towards the block of wood once more and cracked his knuckles. Varrick and Ginger both stood back as the beast-man raised his claws and swiped down into the grain of the wood, embedding them. He grunted as he pulled. There was the sound of splinters breaking, then a loud snap. The audience gasped as the block was ripped in half down the middle.

"Hmph," Mako shrugged. "It was probably just glued together."

"I think this is real…" Asami said softly.

"How though?" Bolin asked as he squinted down at the stage. "I've never seen anything like it, except for maybe…"

"Tokuga," Korra whispered as she clenched Asami's hand. Her mind replayed the memory of the phoenix- eel spirit passing through the body of the former leader of the Triple Threat Triad. She remembered how it had twisted and deformed Tokuga into something inhuman, and yet had also given him the power to rival any form of bending. No one had seen Tokuga for quite some time. This Raiga person was different though. He was not a twisted, asymmetrical abomination like what Tokuga had become. Raiga seemed…whole.

"Raiga, why don't you go change into something a little more decent," Varrick said as he took a seat on one of the wooden halves, microphone in hand. The curtains began to close and Raiga walked behind them, giving the audience a better look at his tail as he flicked its tufted end. "Now, you may be wondering what exactly Raiga is. Well, I believe he is a fusion between human and spirit!"

"That would make the most sense," Asami murmured. "but-"

"But he doesn't look like a hideous monstrosity, you may be saying!" Varrick continued. "Yes, there have been scattered reports over the centuries of spirits passing through or possessing humans, often mutating them into strange, deformed monsters. However, I'm sure you're all aware of the Moon Spirit, Yue. The princess of the Northern Water Tribe, who during the One Hundred Year War was given life by Tui. Yue returned that life to Tui when the spirit was attacked in the Siege of the North. The Moon Spirit did not pass through Princess Yue, but bonded with her."

"Not just Yue," Korra whispered. "but Raava and Wan too…"

"That's just my theory," Varrick said with a shrug as the reporters scribbled on their note pads. "Anyway, more clips!" The lights shut off once more and the screen lowered. The projector showed footage of Varrick holding up flashcards to Raiga. "When we found Raiga, he could barely speak, but after just a few short weeks, he can hold a conversation! Barely," The film cut to Raiga learning to use silverware at a dinner table. "He was an unkempt, unwashed animal, but we taught him to speak, to read, and table manners…"

"Uh, where's he going with this?" Bolin whispered curiously. The curtains began to rise as Varrick stood back up.

"And now that he's been civilized, he's ready to co-star in my next big mover! I present to you now a man of sophistication and culture! Say hello to the new Raiga!"

The curtains were drawn, and a spotlight was shone on Raiga as he stepped back out onto the stage, dressed in a black formal suit. His hair was gelled and slicked back, and he wore well-polished black shoes over his clawed feet.

"Rrr. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Raiga said, keeping his growl to a minimum. He fidgeted uncomfortably as he came to stand next to Ginger and Varrick, the suit feeling a tad constricting. A flurry of flashes went off as the press took more pictures.

"He's replacing Nuktuk, isn't he?" Bolin asked sadly, shoulders slumping. Pabu licked his cheek sympathetically.

"Don't be shy folks, come on up!" Varrick said as he gestured to the stairs. The reporters climbed up onto the stage and surrounded the three of them, each vying to get an angle. Camera bulbs flashed all around them as the voices swelled, all trying to get their questions answered.

"Where else will you be filming?" Asked a short reporter in glasses.

"I'm gonna film at all the famous landmarks around the world," Varrick said with a smirk. "The Foggy Swamp, the Great Divide, the Si Wong Desert, all the way to the North Pole."

"Isn't using Raiga for your mover exploitative?" Another reporter asked.

"Not at all!" Varrick replied. "I assure you, Raiga is acting of his own free will.

"Varrick, what does Raiga eat?"

"Could there be others like him?"

"Is he dangerous?"

"He eats anything edible, there very well could be, and he is as gentle as a koala-lamb," Varrick answered as he patted Raiga on the back, but it only served to further irritate the beast-man.

"Ginger, Ginger!" A particularly nosey reporter from the Urban Times waved to the actress. "You haven't been in the spotlight for some time, is this because of rumors that you were once involved with the Equalists?"

Ginger's eyes went wide with shock and her mouth hung agape. "I, I-uh…" She tried to find the words but was quickly overwhelmed as even more cameras flashed around her.

"How do you feel about being sidelined in what was supposed to be your big comeback? Upset?" He pressed on. "Are you relieved that some of the attention will be off of you?"

"Hey, I didn't invite you!" Varrick shouted. He did not need a tabloid stirring up trouble. "Security!" It was already too late, as now the rest of the crowd began to ask and shout about the juicy little tidbit that was dropped.

"Wait, Ginger, an Equalist?" Korra scoffed. "She's not even an activist. Then again…"

The actress felt a strong arm around her shoulders, steadying her. Her vision came back and saw the reporters were all backing away in fright. Ginger looked to the one who was holding her and realized it was Raiga, baring his white fangs, hair bristling, eyes lit with anger. Raiga let out a low, threatening growl at the reporters, making it clear to the reporters to back off. They obliged.

"Settle down people, settle down!" Varrick tried to intervene. "Give the mover stars some space."

"Hey!" Came Lin's voice from above. She swung down on a cable along with two other officers, landing on the central platform. "I suggest you control yourself, Raiga. Keep him in line, Varrick." The chief did not like this. Dealing with the spirits was bad enough, she didn't need another animal running amok.

"I better get down there," Mako said as he made for the balcony's exit.

"Everything is fine here Chief, I promise," Varrick responded as confidently as he could, though he was beginning to sweat. "Raiga's just, uh, very protective of his costar! He and Ginger really bonded, a true beauty and the beast story!"

Ginger rolled her eyes at Varrick. The nerve of him, implying there was some kind of romance between her and Raiga off-set. The reporters ate it up though, and the chatter and flash photos all started back up again. Raiga growled, having had enough. He spotted the closest photographer in front of him, one that was just a little too daring. With one quick swipe, Raiga knocked the camera out of the photographer's hands, smashing it against the floor. Everyone scurried back in fright once again.

"That's it," Lin said as she sent a steel cable out, wrapping it around Raiga's wrist. Whatever sense of calm was left ad been dashed. "This press conference is over."

"Chief, stop, you're just making him angry!" Varrick protested, but it was too little too late. Raiga roared as he pulled against the cable, almost yanking Lin off her feet, but she stood her ground. The reporters all fled to a safe distance to take more photos as the other metalbending officers snared Raiga's other limbs with their own cables.

Raiga was forced to let go of Ginger, who stumbled away from him. She stared in shock as Lin and the officers fought against Raiga. The beast-man bared his fangs as he struggled against the restraints. He growled as he flexed his arms, the fine fabric of his jacket ripping at the seams where his muscles bulged. With a mighty roar, Raiga grabbed the cables in his hands and pulled. Lin and her officers were finally yanked off-balance, and their cables went limp long enough for Raiga to slip free.

"Raiga?" Ginger asked as the beast-man approached her. His face was contorted with annoyance as he ripped his jacket off, leaving only his shredded shirt. Without a word, Raiga slung Ginger over his shoulder and ran for the exit. "Raiga stop!"

"After him!" Lin shouted as she got to her feet and began to chase.

"We better go too," Korra said with a glance at Asami and Bolin. "Come on."

Even while carrying Ginger, Raiga was as fast as ever on foot. As he ran with her towards the exit, the reedy form of Mako stepped in the way. The firebender took a stance and was preparing to strike, but hesitated when he saw that the beast-man had taken a hostage. Raiga grunted as he jumped right over Mako's head. Mako leaned backward to barely avoid getting a knee to the face. Instead, Raiga's tail smacked Mako in the nose. The firebender grimaced and sneezed as he stumbled back. He quickly righted himself and turned around to see Raiga kick the large doors open. The beast-man ran outside and onto the bridge leading to the main city, taking Ginger with him into the cool evening air.

"Tch, I could have had him." Mako cursed as Korra, Lin, Bolin, and Asami gathered near him. "He's going to the city. If we don't hurry, we'll lose them."

"I'll put the word out," Lin said. "The rest of you, try to catch up with him. With how strong that thing is, this might just be a job for the Avatar."

"We're on it," Korra nodded to the chief. She squinted at Mako's face and pinched a bit of fur Raiga had left on his nose. "Naga can sniff him out with this. Let's go."

"So, you still think this is fake?" Bolin asked as he ran alongside his brother.

"Just focus Bolin," Mako replied. "As long as he's got Ginger, this is going to be difficult."

They each exited outside and mounted their modes of transport. Mako revved up his motorcycle while Bolin and Pabu joined Asami in her car. Naga was waiting patiently, her ears perking as Korra held up the strands of fur to her nose.

"We need to find this," Korra whispered as she climbed onto the polar bear dog. Naga sniffed the air and gave a bark as she galloped off after Raiga and Ginger. The rest followed suit behind. They could see Raiga ahead of them, already a small figure in the distance as he reached the outer city blocks.

Raiga glanced back and forth along the street. Satomobiles drove by, and the sight of the beast-man carrying a beautiful actress began to catch the eyes of the city folk.

"Raiga, please just put me down, okay?" Ginger asked as she squirmed to get into a more comfortable position. "We're far away from all those awful cameras. Let's just find a quiet little spot and wait for Varrick." Raiga was barely listening though. He was still in flight mode. Looking towards the nearest building, a storefront, Raiga squatted low and launched himself for it. "Aaaahhhh, not agaaaaiin!" Ginger wailed as she clamped her arms around Raiga's neck, holding on for her life.

They rose several meters in the air. Ginger braced for impact, but they landed on the roof rather gently. Ginger had only a moment of relief before Raiga jumped again, carrying her to a higher rooftop, then another, until they were a dozen stories high. This was the worst day of Ginger's career…

At street level, Korra and her friends followed the scent trail left by Raiga. Naga had an impeccable sense of smell and was not easily eluded. The polar bear dog came to a stop by an apartment complex. She pointed her nose to the sky, sniffed the air, and gave a bark.

"They're up there?" Korra asked. Naga whined in confirmation. She wished she could have carried Korra up the building, but polar bear dogs were ill-equipped for climbing, especially when it came to tall buildings. Mako, Asami, and Bolin pulled up and parked nearby. "Guys, on top of the building," Korra said as she pointed up.

"That's pretty high up," Asami said as she squinted. "Should I call in some planes?"

"Let's not resort to that just yet," Korra answered. "It's still just one guy. We can handle him." The Avatar patted Naga's head before they went into the building and took the elevator to the top floor. It was a long way to go as they all spent a tense moment of awkward silence.

"So, Bolin," Asami began to say. "Didn't you and Ginger used to date?"

"Uhhh, kinda sorta," Bolin said uneasily. "Things just didn't really work out, you know?"

"Didn't she only date you because you saved the president, and then dumped you once you stopped being a mover star?" Mako chimed in.

"H-Hey, it was more complicated than that. Come on Mako…" The earthbender blushed in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I seem to remember you trying to get back with my cousin," Korra said with a smirk.

"Look, all that matters now is that I'm in a very happy relationship with Opal," Bolin said defiantly. "And right now, I am motivated to save Ginger for purely altruistic reasons."

"…no one's questioning your motives, Bolin," Mako responded.

"I hope Ginger's alright," Asami said with concern. "Who knows what awful things he might do to her…"

On the roof of the building, Raiga finally set Ginger down underneath a water tower. She fell to her knees and gasped for air, trying to calm herself after flying from one rooftop to another. She took a deep breath as she placed her hand over her chest and calmed herself. Raiga crouched down next to her and gently placed a hand on her head, threading his clawed fingers through her crimson hair.

"You arrre safe," Raiga said simply. Ginger looked to him, feeling at once both distressed and yet sympathetic. The actress huffed as she pulled her knees to her chest. Ginger could not be mad at Raiga. There was many a time when she had wished a big strong man would whisk her away from all her troubles. If only things were that simple. Ginger looked out over the skyline and towards the bay where the sun was beginning to set.

"Thanks, Raiga," Ginger mumbled. The beast-man twitched an ear and tilted his head. "I wish some people could just leave well enough alone…" Raiga let out a low trill and moved in closer. Ginger watched him nervously as Raiga closed his eyes. She grimaced and shut her eyes as she expected the worst, but all she felt was his forehead nuzzle up against her hair.

"Like me… like you," Raiga purred, making Ginger blush as red as her hair. "I will protect you..." Ginger felt both stunned and exasperated. Why did she always have to be such a heart breaker? Her thoughts were interrupted when the clink of metal was heard. Raiga let out a low growl as he stood up and turned towards the sound. The door to the stairwell opened, and out came Korra and her crew.

"Step away from her and come quietly!" Korra called out as she and the others took a stance. Mako and Bolin flanked her while Asami took the rear and activated her stun glove. Raiga's fur bristled at the sight of them. He did not back down and only responded by removing his shoes, kicking them off to the side.

"Uh, what's he doing?" Bolin whispered in confusion as he bent up a loose brick and readied it. The beast-man then crouched low as his foot claws extended, ripping through his socks and digging into the stone roof.

"I think he's refusing to cooperate," Asami answered grimly. Each of the claws on Raiga's fingertips extended slowly. His tail flicked, and he bared his fangs. Behind him, Ginger stood up and reached out.

"Raiga, no, they're not going to hurt us," The actress pleaded. "Just let me go with them, I'll be okay." Raiga stood his ground. He did not trust these four. They smelled like danger.

"It's your call, Korra," Mako whispered. "What do we do?" Korra frowned as she examined the situation. Growing up in the Southern Water Tribe, Korra was familiar with animal behavior, especially large carnivores. This beast-man could have been defending his kin, or he could be defending his kill. Either way, Korra knew they were not going to reason with him, and whatever Raiga's intentions were, he was still unpredictable and a danger to everyone while he was loose. A cornered animal showed no mercy. Korra noticed the water tower and came up with a plan.

"We need to act. I have an idea. Cover me." Korra said, and the rest nodded. Korra shifted her stance low, her eyes locked with Raiga's. The air was unbearably thick with tension. As slowly as she could, Korra reached out with her bending towards the water in the tower and the metal pipes. She had to do this carefully, or else she risked knocking them all off the roof.

Raiga glared at Korra suspiciously as the Avatar began to move her arms, extending them with palms facing out, hands cupped as if she was reaching. The beast-man growled, but Korra stayed calm. Bolin, Mako, and Asami quickly picked up what Korra had in mind and readied themselves. Ginger stared at Korra, wondering what she was doing. Behind her, the actress heard the squeel of bending metal, and she turned around just in time to see one of the water tower's pipes twist.

"Ah!" Ginger gasped as she backed away from the tower in fright.

"Ginger, stand still!" Korra shouted. Ginger froze in place, and Raiga snarled at Korra. That set him off. Raiga lunged at the Avatar, but Bolin was there to stop him. The earthbender stomped his foot and popped up a slab of the rooftop, blocking the beast-man. Raiga growled and tried to go over. Bolin pelted him with a brick, but it did little to faze him. Raiga made for another lunge, but this time he jumped away as Mako shot a flame at his feet. Raiga hissed angrily at the fire, his hair and fur standing on end as he glared at Mako with hatred.

Korra had to act while she still had the chance. She loosened the water pipe and a stream of water sprayed forth from the opening. Ginger shrieked when some of it splashed her head and knocked her over, but Korra quickly switched to her waterbending and focused the stream at Raiga. It struck him, and Raiga roared as the liquid soaked him. Korra quickly clenched her fists and froze the water around the beast-man, encasing him in a thick layer of ice up to his neck. Raiga thrashed his head from side to side, snarling and hissing at his entrapment. Korra let out a sigh of relief as she relaxed and resealed the pipe.

"Ginger, are you alright?" Asami asked as she rushed over. The actress coughed and spat a strand of wet hair out of her mouth. Asami reached down to help her up.

"I'll be fine…" Ginger answered miserably. She looked over at Raiga stuck in the ice. He stopped thrashing a moment to look back at her, and what he saw filled the beast man with shock and anger. Streaks of crimson red poured down from Ginger's scalp and over her face. She was wounded, and now they were going to finish her! Raiga grit his teeth and sucked in his breath. He flexed with all his might against the ice, clenching his eyes shut, growling with effort.

"Korra!" Mako warned as he noticed Raiga's attempt at escape. Raiga opened his jaws wide and let out a roar, one so loud it reverberated against all the surrounding glass windows.

"GINGEEEERRRRR!" Raiga shouted. Everyone could feel the sound waves pass through their bodies, and groaned in pain as they covered their ears. Korra looked up to see the ice crack and then shatter as Raiga freed himself. She raised a hand to send out a gust of wind at him, but Raiga was too swift. He rammed Korra aside with his shoulder, knocking her clear off the roof. The Avatar flailed through the air a moment before righting herself and slowing her fall with another strong gust before landing on a lower rooftop below.

Bolin yelped as Raiga grabbed him by the shirt, his claws cutting through the fabric. "Come on, I just got this steamed!" Bolin complained before Raiga tossed him against the water tower's supports. Mako thrust his leg out at Raiga to shoot a jet of fire, but the beast-man weaved to the side and wrapped his arm around Mako's leg. The firebender winced as Raiga's claws pricked and raked against his flesh. He tried to throw a fiery chop with his free hand, but Raiga caught Mako's arm. They were face to face, and Mako struggled to break free, but Raiga was too strong. Raiga opened his mouth and aimed for the neck.

"No!" Asami cried out as she dashed at Raiga, arm extended. She touched Raiga's shoulder with her electrified glove. The beast-man snarled as the current flowed through his body, stopping him from landing a bite on Mako, but he refused to let go. Raiga turned to Asami, eyes bright with fury. He swung Mako's body into her, knocking them both to the ground. They were stunned and had only a moment to see Raiga running towards them, claws extended. Mako raised a hand to shield them, but could not act fast enough until-

"Raiga, STOP!" Ginger shouted as she put herself between the beast-man and his would-be victims, arms spread wide. Raiga halted in his tracks and stared at Ginger, panting from the adrenaline. It took all of Ginger's acting skills to give Raiga a stern glare and not collapse in terror. "Raiga, you're being very BAD, now STOP! IT!"

Raiga blinked at Ginger in confusion. She had never spoken to him so harshly before. It took him a moment, but he soon realized that Ginger was not hurt at all. He leaned forward and sniffed. There was no scent of blood, but the strange, unnatural smell that was usually on her had faded. Squinting, Raiga examined her hair. It seemed to be chocolate brown now, no longer bright crimson. The streaks on her face were pouring from her hair, not her flesh.

"You, like me…?" Raiga asked sadly. Ginger stared back at Raiga, confused, but she needed to say something.

"Raiga, yes, I like you," Ginger replied. "And I need you to stop fighting." Raiga just frowned as he held up a hand to reach out for Ginger, but then pulled away.

"But, you… are not, like me…" The beast-man growled solemnly and turned away. He walked over to the edge of the roof and looked out at the sunset. Korra rejoined her friends, ready to return to the fight, but was surprised to see the battle had seemingly come to an end. Without another word, Raiga leaped off the roof and to the building across the street.

"Where's he going?" Bolin asked as he got to his feet, watching Raiga disappear into the city skyline.

"I don't know." Ginger replied, contemplating what had just transgressed.

"What made him stop?" Korra asked as she approached. "He looked like he was ready to kill."

"Ginger stopped him," Asami answered and Mako helped her to her feet. "Maybe he's not as dangerous as we thought."

"If he's still in the city, then he's still a problem," Mako responded. "The police will keep searching for him."

"If he's gone into the spirit wilds, then you won't find him that easily," Ginger said, her words hardened by fatigue. "Now if you don't mind, I think I'd like to go home now. I'm tired." The others watched as the actress walked over to the stairwell to head back down to street level. They followed after, and once they were back on the street, they were greeted by the sight of Varrick's satomobile driving up to them. It parked on the curb and Varrick hastily got out.

"Ginger, is your face okay?" Varrick asked, his appearance a disheveled mess. "What happened to your hair? Did you get Raiga?"

"Uhg, it just got a little washed out," Ginger answered irritably. "And no, we didn't get him. Raiga's still out there… I'm getting a cab," The actress hailed a passing taxi over. "Give me a call if you find Raiga." The taxi pulled up to her and the actress got in. She was thankful the cash she kept stowed away on her had not gotten soaked. Ginger told the driver where her apartment was and they were off. She pinched a strand of her damp hair, now back to a more natural color. Red was her signature look ever since she met Varrick, and these days Varri-dye was widely used around the world. While dark-copper hair was not unheard of in some places like Kyoshi Island, Ginger's saturated red tone had been described as supernatural. It finally dawned on her why Raiga had become so attached. She could feel her heart sink.

Korra and Varrick watched Ginger leave before turning to each other. "Well, looks like I'm in hot water again," Varrick sighed as he shook his head. "I'm dreading seeing Zhu Li tonight, I can tell you that."

"No offense Varrick, but what were you thinking?!" Korra asked. "At what point did any of this seem like a good idea?"

"I was thinking that Raiga deserved better than living in the woods like an animal," Varrick retorted. "I mean, I know I put him in a cage, but that was for observation, it's not like it could actually stop him…"

"Whatever," Korra interrupted as she walked up to Varrick and firmly placed her finger on his chest. "If Raiga ends up hurting anyone, I'm holding you personally responsible, got it?"

"Got it," Varrick replied submissively. "We had better find him soon then, for all our sakes…"

As the sun sank below the horizon, Raiga swung through the vines and the branches of the spirit wilds that had overgrown part of the city. He landed on the windowsill of an abandoned apartment and turned to look at the column of light in the center of the forest, where the spirit portal was located. Raiga took a deep breath as he listened to the sounds of the people off in the distance, and the murmurs of the spirits in the surrounding trees. He entered through the window to find a place to rest. This was only the start of the next stage of his survival.

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Author's Notes

I was glad to finally get past the setup and finally get to some more action. I wanted this chapter to be reminiscent of both King Kong and Young Frankenstein, and I think I pulled it off. Next chapter will have the action scenes I've really been looking forward to writing. See you next time.

#Avatar #Avatar the Last Airbender #Korra #the legend of korra #lok #legend of korra #atla #tlok #varric #Ginger #Spirit Forged #The Spirit Forged #Raiga #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fiction

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Jurassic Park - Expanded With Modern Knowledge

I’ve posted a few times now on how to redo Jurassic Park/Jurassic World in terms of Fauna Diversity and other factors. So you can say with this post I’m “Back on my Bullshit.”

Let’s dive right in, shall we? We’ll see some repeats, but others not so much. We’ll go about it via different exhibits: The Primary Tour, The Aviary, the Aquarium, The “Fossil Zoo”, The Feeder Animals, and the WIlds.

The Wilds

There are indeed wild animals in Jurassic Park. In the book, part of the whole thing as the re-creation of an extinct ecosystem. The island Isla Nublar is based on, Cocos Island, is extremely isolated and secluded. Outside of feral animals ( pigs, deer, goats, cats, and rats), there is very little land life. Arthropods (Primarily ants, butterflies, millipedes, centipedes, spiders, and isopods) and 2 species of lizards - an Anole and a Gecko. That’s about it. Other sources say there are other reptiles on the island, but I have yet to find any details beyond that.

Though there are a LOT of birds. 90 species, mostly seabirds using it or the offshore rocks as breeding sites. Endemic birds include a Cuckoo (The Cocos Cuckoo, which is a glorious name a had to share), a finch, and a flycatcher. Most other birds are found elsewhere inland or offshore.

The books add 4 animals to the wilds: frogs, leeches, large tarantulas, and opossum. It acknowledges feral rats, but little else. I’d include them, easily. Several varieties of Opossum, because they are an archetypical “Ancient” mammal. The Common and Virginia Opossum, the Water Opossum, and 2 types of Mouse Opossum are all native to Costa Rica and could easily island-hop to Nublar beforehand, or be introduced for a “Night Safari” element.

Me? There are 3 birds I’d bring focus to. The Bronzed Cowbird, the Cattle Tyrant, and Yellow-Headed Caracara. All of them follow large animals (or at least, things Capybara sized or bigger) and eat insects disturbed by the larger animals, or that try to feed on the larger animals. All are native to Costa Rica and its surroundings, so with the influx of large herbivores, they are bound to come over. Further, smaller herons and egrets would also take advantage of the larger animal movement disturbing prey.

South America also has its own dung beetles, and I bet a few of them could be called over to all the free food. Most deal with monkey poo, but I doubt they’d ignore the bounties available. InGen may bring in their own to handle the elephant-sized spore, but there will be dung beetles. Lots of them.

Other Costa Rican fauna I’d include as background elements (that could feasibly be on Isla Nublar AND fit the prehistoric aesthetic) include shrews, Central American Agouti, Northern Tamandua, Nine-Banded Armadillo, Brown-Throated Three-Toed Sloth, Hoffmann’s Two-Toed Sloth, and Central American Dwarf Squirrel.

But we also know that InGen released animals into the park that were ‘prehistoric’ to make the whole area support the dinosaurs in some way. This included a (grossly misplaced and oversized) dragonfly/griffinfly.

So, in a more realistic version, what would they do release into the wilds of Isla Nublar?

Tinamous. As I’ve said before, they can easily be in enclosures with larger animals. They’ve been in their current form for about 10 million years, and they resemble ancestral ground birds (the kind that survived the KT Boundary) extremely well.

Capybara. Docile as hell and gets along with everything, as well as attracting the tick-eating birds mentioned above, these animals can chill with the best of them. Plus the genus dates back 3.6 million years, with the subfamily going back about twice that far. They are a bit longer than the largest known Mesozoic mammal (Repenomammus (90cm, 13kg)), growing to 1.3m and 68kg.

The Feeder/Support Animals

In the novel, there are made mention of fish being stocked that the Tyrannosaurs feed on. The Arapaima is about the only fish for that environment (and easily obtainable) that could fit the bill. They also use goats as feeder animals, and in the movie, they use cattle to feed the raptors.

In my take, the carnivorous animals would primarily be fed with fish and poultry. Some smaller ones may warrant mice or rats, but fish would work much better overall. So, Chicken, Turkey, Arapaima, Fathead Minnows, Tilapia, Poecilia, and so on. Given what we currently know about Tyrannosaurs, 6 Turkey a day would be enough to keep it fed (T. rex may need about 40k calories a day to function, and one turkey can provide about 7k calories). Or 5 Arapaima (fish provide 82 calories per 100 grams, and arapaima can get up to 200kg, even assuming 100kg, that’s 8,200 calories per fish).

Goats have about 1 calorie per gram, so a goat weighing 40kg (not out of the ordinary as breeds range from 20 to 140kg, but it would be an overall large goat) would meet the dietary needs of a Tyrannosaur. I’ve already mentioned the cowbirds, but they are pretty important for overall animal health. Because I’m sure there are ticks since the deer got on the island.

The Fossil Zoo

Here are “Living Fossils” and things reverse-engineered from existing animals to be more akin to their prehistoric brethren. As well as their mammalian De-Extinctions. Because some would be rather easy.

Some of the ‘wid’ animals would have an example or two in this more “proper’ zoo environment: Capybara, Agouti, Nine-Banded Armadillo, Tamandua, Sloth, Opossums.

Other mammals of note in this section would be Treeshrews, an Aardvark, Greater Mouse Deer, Black and Rufous Elephant Shrews, A Tapir, Chacoan Peccary, Solenodon, A Giant Anteater, Platypus, Short-Beaked Echidna, and Long Beaked Echidna.

The Platypus and Long Beaked Echidna may be modified to be larger (2ft long, and 4ft long) to match fossil ancestors.

It would also be home to 3 de-extinct Mammals. Quagga, Thylacine, and Gigantopithecus. The first is easy, the second could get additional funding, the third... Because it’s Cool.

But with any de-extinction, there come problems. This is Jurassic Park after all.

Quagga is easy to tame but can be high strung at times. It does not react well to the smell of predatory dinosaurs.

Thylacines ... have a very nasty hunting technique of BITING OFF FACES. They aren’t bloodthirsty or anything, even taking turns to feed in an orderly fashion, but their hunting technique is rather mean.

Gigantopithecus are 3m tall, 500kgs, and STILL able to climb rather well. it looks like an Orangutang trying to play Gorilla, but with only minimum sexual dimorphism in terms of size (males are still bigger) and it’s working out very well. Like orangutans, they are natural cage breakers. They also have very strong jaws and large canines. They will bite when angered, and if it wants to, it is strong enough to wreck several people in a charge.

Capybara, Mouse Deer, Tapir, Peccary, Giant Anteater, and the de-extinct trio would have outdoor enclosures, naturally.

Most of the reptiles would be in the aquatic section, but there are 4 that would be here.

Tuatara (Modified for tropical environments), the Aldabra Giant Tortoise (possibly grown to “Testudo atlas”/Megalochelys atlas sizes -- almost 7ft across and weighting 4000kg), Quinkana, and Megalania.

Why? Because Quinkana is a cool crocodilian land predator, and Komodo Dragons are basically island dwarf versions of Megalania. Quinkana is 6m long (so it’s Q. fortirostrum rather than any of the other species), and Megalania 7m long.

Once again, we have the unexpected from the de-extinct animals.

Megalania has two things that were discovered recently in its descendants. First, it is venomous. The venom lowers blood pressure in the victim. So, combined with its horrible bite, the victim will more readily bleed out. The other factor is they retain the Komodo Dragon’s ability to have virgin births. So, despite being female, they can generate MALE offspring asexually.

I think, narratively, it would be more fun for this to be the source of the breeding dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.

Despite being a crocodile, Quinkana is very active and mobile. It’s also a decent digger. So it makes a mess of the initial enclosure.

There are a few birds in the fossil house, both the subject of De-extinction efforts. The Dodo and Upland Moa. Both have some accessible DNA, and modifying birds' eggs is not too far fetched given what they've already done.

The last section of the Fossil House can be called the “Carboniferous Swamp” as it’s a re-creation (as best they can do) of that environment. Here are many amphibians, some with a proper prehistoric pedigree: Greater Siren, Midwife Toad, New Zealand Primitive Frog, Aquatic Caecilians, and Giant Chinese Salamanders. The latter of which naturally can be up to 6ft long. JP scientists ensure that they get big with modifications, and have gotten a few 2m monsters loafing around the “Fossil Zoo.” Basically, as many “Living Fossils” as they can cram together.

But the real prize here is the insects. There are a few ‘standard’ ancient insects, and some velvet worms on display. But the prize is the 4 ‘recreated’ insects. InGen’s versions of Pulmonoscorpius, Meganeura, Arthropleura, and Manoblatta. A 70cm scorpion, a Griffon-fly with a 65cm wingspread that was also 70cm long, a millipede 1m long, a 40cm cockroach, and a 1m Centipede.

Yes, a 1m Centipede. Narratively, we WANT things to go south, and well, there’s an episode of Lost Tapes which really has fun with giant Centipedes.

And once again, the Chaos Effect rears its head. Of course, they are breeding despite their best efforts. But it’s more than that.

The Pulmonoscorpius they have is derived from an emperor scorpion. This means it can burrow better than they expected, and while the venom of the base animal is not dangerous, the dosage in their Pulmonoscorpius makes it so. Paralyzing adults. In the weak or young, it can lead to coma and death. Also, it’s more aggressive than the base species.

The Griffonfly is the most active among them and can use its wingbeats to breathe more effectively. It spends most of its time growing as a nymph, and a short portion of its life as a flying adult. To hold it, you need a falconer’s glove.

The Millipede Arthropleura is armored as heck. Far more than they expected. And it gnaws like a rodent.

The Centipede Arthropleura is a monster. It’s fearless and willing to attack people, with venom enough to greatly harm a person (killing the small and weak). Multiple bites can be fatal. They also act as carrion eaters.

And the roach? It’s an omnivorous scavenger. If hungry enough, they will gnaw on people who are sleeping near them.

The Aquarium (and Other Water-Ways)

There’s a lot of aquatic “Prehistoric” animals to draw on without genetic engineering. Considered “Fluff” by the park, they nevertheless flesh things out.

There are native fish in the waterways, mostly killifish. Ingen brings in (and modifies) Bichir, Paddlefish, Sturgeon, Lungfish (South American and Queensland), Gar (Tropical and Alligator Gar), Coelocanth, Bowfin, Arapaima, and Silver Arowana. Several of these are prized gamefish, so of course, Jurassic Park has a pond to fish for them.

The aquarium also includes Amphibians: Greater Siren, Midwife Toads, New Zealong Primitive Frogs, Purple Frog, Hula Painted Frog, and another Giant Salamander.

Aquatic reptiles are where things get more interesting. There’s are tanks for sea turtles (Olive Ridley’s Sea Turtle), Pig Nosed Turtles, an Alligator Snapping Turtle, and (of course) American Alligators.

Now we get to the cloned animals. First, the aquatic crocodile Metriorhynchus. Also, Titanoboa (They call it Gigantophis, but it’s Titanboa). Nothosaurus, Ichthyosaurus, Plesiosaurus, and Mosasaurus round out the menagerie.

So, how do they go wrong?

Well, half of these animals give live birth, so the standard cloning technique didn’t work until they made an artificial womb. Titanoboa is misidentified and almost fully aquatic.

Metriorhynchus will ‘nibble’ larger prey. Bite off chunks of something swimming by, darting in and out. They may or may not kill people this way, but it will maim and ‘disarm’ them.

Nothosaurus have very dextrous hands, making the seal-reptiles natural cage breakers. They are also great climbers, so they speculate that the animals lived in rocky environments.

Ichthyosaurs look like dolphins, but they are not. More skittish than dangerous.

They thought Plesiosaurus was able to haul itself onto land, but it is not.

Mosasaurus... It is a mosasaur. A second roar of jaws to manipulate prey it captures is pretty badass enough. And it can swallow a person whole with little effort.

Among the dinosaurs, we have the Great Auk, the Original Penguin. Another recently extinct bird. Another bird in the Aquarium is the Common Loon, but by comparison, it is a minor addition.

The Great Auk is an exceedingly brave bird. It will not run readily, preferring to peck and bite when confronted. Why it’s so brave is not evident, but it is, and won’t take ‘no’ lying down.

The jewel of the dinosaurs in the aquarium is the Halszkaraptor-- the diving duck raptor. Because, really, how could I not? This one is weird enough on its own.

The Aviary

When I first put this together, I made an effort to keep the Pterosaurs small. I’m going to make some exceptions to that for Jurassic Park fun.

Modern Birds brought into parts of the aviary (because it has parts) are Tinamous, Seriema, California Condor, Magpie Goose, Mousebirds, Bearded Reedling, Broad-Billed Spaayoa, and Hoatzin.

Cloned birds include the Carolina Parakeet and Passenger Pigeon. These two have large open enclosures because they require a LOT of animals in their group to be comfortable. So already, there are over a hundred of each of these animals.

Avian Dinosaurs in the park include Archaeopteryx, Microraptor (which they call Tetraptertyx),, and Ambopteryx.

Archeopteryx is a glider capable of downward flaps, but no upstrokes. A generalist with the coloration and overall habits of a solitary crow.

Microraptor is a better flying and climber than Archeopteryx with its four wings and wider grip, it doesn’t seem to mind people and will use them as perches -- which can be dangerous when their claws go in the wrong place.

Ambopteryx is the largest winged Scansauropteryx. An omnivore, this bat-winged beasty is just over a foot long and vomits caustic, foul-smelling stomach contents onto attackers when it is angry. So, really, it’s a “Dragon.”

Ceredactylus was the main Pterosaur in the Aviary in the book, and I’ll keep them around too. Complete with territorial nature.

Other Pterosaurs in the Aviary include Pteranodon, Quetzalcoatlus, Sordes, Anurognathus, and Dimorphodon.

Unlike the films, this remembers that Pterosaurs use their heads for grasping prey and have no eagle talons.

Pteranodon is more gregarious, an albatross scaled up.

Quetzalcoatlus is just... well, your basic Giant Azdarhkid pterosaur. It will totally spear a person and eat them. But it spends a lot of the time on the ground, so it keeps the enclosure size small ... for a Giraffe sized animal. And yes, it will eat people if it can.

Sordes is an eater of insects and amphibians. When disturbed, they will swarm around an attacker, pecking and biting to drive them off. This can lead to some unfortunate accidents.

Anurognathus is basically a pterosaur owl and insect eater. They have the same unnerving effect as owls. Their defensive cries and glowing red eyes are terror inducing among humans, easily generating panic.

Dimorphodon gallops along the ground most of the time, flying only for short distances. Insects and small animals make up the bulk of their diet. If it’s small and fast-moving, they will try and take a bite. That includes fingers. Or whole hands.

The Park

Now we come to the dinosaurs. There are 3 main groups of them in the park: Minifauna, Fauna, and Megafauna. The Difference comes down to weight. Megafauna is reserved for animals over a ton. Fauna is for animals above 20kg (or 50lbs). Minifauna is for animals below 20kg on average.

The park comes with 21 examples of Megafauna, 10 examples of Fauna, and 10 examples of Minifauna.

In the Megafauna, many of them are prone to being ... chaotic.

Apatosaurs are the second biggest animal in the park by weight (15 tonnes). Their necks are lined with spines they use for defense and in contests with each other. They also have a line of raised spines along their backs, which become quite wicked at the tip of their tail. Lashes with their tail, done to other herd members in dominance points, or against what annoys them, can be very dangerous. But not as dangerous as when they rear up and try to smash things with their feet or neck. It’s also a low feeder/grazer, vacuuming up food as it moves its head side to side.

Camarasaurus (C. lentus) are the heaviest animals in the park (20 tonnes), and are mid-range browsers. They are docile, but their large nasal cavity proves very enticing to Avian Flu, which it acts as a carrier for, but doesn’t really suffer from.

Spinosaurus is a big land pelican/Waddling Penguin/Crocodile thing. Big claws and jaws are nasty enough on their own with its semi-aquatic nature making it versatile, it still is goofier than it has any right to be. Which masks its danger.

Saltosaurus is a sauropod hippo with armored scutes along its back. That’s pretty darn weird enough. It’s as heavy as an elephant, and a browser as well, but not to the height of some other animals...

Tyrannosaurus hunts in packs like wolves, so they had to make a group of them as “Sisters” to prevent self-destructive behavior. So there are 4 “Sisters” that the park knows of. With all we know about T. rex, there’s not much more to ‘enhance’ it other than letting it be as smart as a modern alligator, or house cat. Yes, they are comparable. Eagle-Eyed, nose better than a bloodhound, and with powerful jaws, it is an apex predator for a reason.

Triceratops has small quills along its torso and back like a porcupine to defend itself in addition to armor plaiting. They prefer to travel in small groups and fights for dominance can occur if the group gets larger than 5 or 10 individuals.

Deinocheirus is r one of those dinosaurs “This is too weird for the 80s to handle” we now know of. When riled, its arms are very dangerous weapons. And it will bite, even if only to toss away smaller attackers. Eating fish and plants, this animal has an impressive bluff display, and confidence to back it up.

Theirizinosaurus is very weird, and worse, has the personality of a goose or swan. Very confident, will rush down what it thinks are threats, and those claws make it very dangerous.

Omeisaurus uses its clubbed tail to establish a pecking order (or “smashing order”) in the herd.

Euhelopus is one of the few true browsing sauropods, really resembling a Giraffe in posture or a small Brachiosaurus/Giraffatita. Like a Giraffe, it can kick with a LOT of force. Enough to decapitate a man from brute force alone. It’s the smallest of the long-neck Brachiosaurus, which is why it was targeted for cloning.

Ankylosaurus is a goat. It eats damn near anything. Primarily eating leaves, it also adores fruit, and will go after large insects when it can. Or swarms of them it just licks up after breaking open a nest. They are proficient diggers as well, they like to sleep in burrows they build. It’s also very well camouflaged, so you can trip over it and it will likely take a swipe at you for your mistake.

Edmontosaurus may be considered a ‘simple’ dinosaur from the bones, but that doesn’t tell the whole story, not by a longshot. See that picture? That’s an Edmontosaur!

Stegosaurus is an extremely stupid ninja. It moves quietly for its size, can wiggle and turn its plates red when angry as a distraction, and fold its whole body into a U shape to better strike enemies with its thagomizer. And it is not afraid of groin shots.

Styracosaurus is all about intimidation. When confronted, it will mock charge, holler, stamp, and make a fuss. But if you stand up to it, it will back off, or even run away.

Amargasaurus uses its neck spines defensively while grazing. When threatened, they roll their heads under their chests, sticking out their spikes, and charge. They do this with minimal provocation. They also lash their tails around wickedly.

Parasaurolophus is LOUD. Constant maintenance is needed on the paddock as they can rattle apart their paddock locks if they are not checked regularly. It also gets the attention of certain predators regularly. Insulation has so far proved ineffective.

Gigantoraptor is pretty damn weird all on its own. An omnivorous oviraptorosaur over 12ft tall at the hip, feathered and fearsome. It uses its feathery arms (as well as a displaying throat pouch to communicate with members of its species.

Allosaurus, the lion of the Jurassic. They behave similarly to crocodiles, but more actively. Which means they hunt semi-cooperatively. Because of their primarily slashing jaw setup and strong necks, they prefer to bleed large items to death rather than quickly kill them. They can still swallow a man whole (as long as they aren’t too big).

Plateosaurus is a large, primitive planteater. It walks on its hind legs, despite its size and descendants. When threatened, it rears up and tries to claw attackers who get to close like an irate Ant Eater. And those claws are very mean. They rake trees with their claws as a demonstration of power in the herd.

Borealpelta digs ruts for themselves to sleep in at night. This means only their armor bits show up. They usually use the same one when they can, but it still damages enclosures.

Carnotaurus is a Cheetahs. Extremely long-legged runners at high speed, and at long distance. They can also swallow a man whole by stretching their jaws out. Also, its tiny arms are used for flappy dance displays.

Now we come to the Fauna, which are small enough to get inside buildings and still be a visible threat to humans on occasion.

Ceratosaurus is basically a bipedal crocodile, scutes and all. The nasal horn is flat and largely for display. They prefer swampy environments and eating aquatic animals. The thick hides of these animals make darting almost impossible, and mildly resistant to small arms fire.

Pachycephalosaurus have dynamic skulls, the younger ones being spikier than the adults. And they will butt EVERYTHING that annoys them even slightly. Worse still, they are omnivores. They decrease the amount of meat in their diet as they age, but they won’t turn it down.

Dilophosaurus has the frill and venom of the novel/movies, but the frill is made of feathers rather than skin and is lost in adults, which can be up to 3m/10ft tall.

“Velociraptor”, or really, Dakotaraptor, is as smart as a crow, which means minor tool use. Juveniles can fly short distances to escape an attack. They are less like wolves and more like lions in how they hunt, climbing in trees to assist in their ambushes. Think of them as ground-eagle-panthers with crow intelligence.

Protoceratops make burrows to live in. They sleep for short periods throughout the day and night, at seemingly random intervals.

Struthiomimus’ fully developed wings are colorful, large, and help it maneuver at speeds up to 50mph (80kph). They also help it intimidate others -- their claws also packing a bit of a punch. Primarily herbivorous, they are also very vocal animals. Almost obnoxiously so.

Dryosaurus is the dinosaur equivalent of a deer or large gazelle, living in small groups in forested areas. Because of this, and an extremely skittish nature, they are hard to spot in their enclosures. Sure, they are ON the tour, but the runaway when the cars come by. It makes care for them difficult as well.

“Troodon” is really Stenonychosaurus. Omnivorous, the focus on rodents and other small animals. They also feed on more fruit, seeds, nuts, and other high energy plants more regularly than InGen thought. They are the best cage breakers in the park, being the smartest animals there (yes, smarter than the raptors). They are also guide-animals. They will guide larger predators, like tyrannosaurs to food sources they can’t access, but that the other animal can. Similar to Crows and Wolves.

“Oviraptor”, really Anzu, is a large oviraptorid. Herbivorous with occasional meanderings into carnivory, it’s main gimmick is its voice. It’s a Lyrebird. It can vocally mimic anything its herd before and incorporate it into display songs. It can also use this to manipulate other dinosaurs, be it attract small animals to eat, bring ‘help’ for itself, or scare away potential threats. So, imagine a scene. A group of humans is hunting for other survivors, they hear someone crying “Help! Help!” and occasionally screaming. They rush to aid and find this tall animal here. Their guard lowered in confusion as another predator sneaks up behind them and takes them down.

“Parkosaurus” is actually Oryctodromeus. A burrower like Protoceratops, they are more communal in their nesting. It’s rather unsettling to see animals as big as a medium-sized dog pop-up out of the ground like prairie dogs.

Microfaunae are Coyote or smaller animals that can still be dangerous, but not so often or as directly.

Coelophysis is the “Emu” of the park. They are inquisitive, but also not very bright. They are also opportunistic. Which can be hilarious, but also dangerous, because you are made of meat. And they see no qualms with biting someone and running away again and again. In groups.

Psittacosaurus rattles its tail feathers as a means of simple communication. They also bite with a lot of force when agitated, enough to take off a hand.

Dromaeosaurus is a small raptor (or rather, typical, medium-sized one), but one more heavily built to take down prey larger than itself. This one will hook onto a person and bite away, ripping out chunks. Given they are about the size of a turkey, several of them can do that to a person.

Vespersaurus is an opportunistic omnivorous desert dweller that runs along sand primarily, using its single grounded toe to get better traction and movement. Its kick has TWO large raptor-like claws on it, making it extra nasty.

Limusaurus is another Noasaurid, a strange group of dinosaurs related to Ceratosaurus. This one changes its diet as it ages. As hatchlings and juveniles are omnivorous, eating plants, insects, and small animals. As they become adults, they switch to an entirely herbivorous lifestyle. This confused the hell out of InGen first time through.

Nanosaurus (a.k.a. Othnelia/Othneliasaurus) is a tiny ornithopod that fills in the same role as a Thompson’s Gazelle. Small, grazing, and skittish. They like being in large herds for protection.

Panphagia is an omnivorous ancient sauropod relative and the oldest species of dinosaur in Jurassic Park. A consummate opportunist, its hands make it a pretty decent cage breaker. And it really will eat anything, almost as much as the Ankylosaurs or goats, but more carnivorous.

Procompsognathus is a chicken-sized carnivore that eats small animals as well as scavenges for food. It is also venomous, operating in groups to take down injured animals larger than itself.

Compsognathus, by contrast, is a housecat in terms of personality. An expert killer of small things, but can easily cozy up to humans. Considered “Petting Zoo” material, if not for their teeth and claws.

Shuvuuia is one of those animals that scientists even today don’t really know how it works and is also one of the smallest nonavian dinosaurs. It uses its claws to break open rotting wood and picks off insects very quickly. Because it eats a lot of poisonous insects and acid-filled ants. And it converts that into pure stink. Yeah, it’s an anteater-skunk dinosaur. Final Thoughts I could probably have shaved things down to 10-15 of the movies/books, but I wanted to fill things out not just for variety, but for a proper park. I’ll probably revisit this for a later post...

#Jurassic Park #Jurassic World #Dinosaurs #Prehistoric Animals

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peepingtoad · 5 years ago

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@minaa-munch said: Do you have any headcannons with regards to Jiraiya and fuuinjutsu? The Sannin are part of the few shinobi who exhibit sealing prowess after all. | headcanon asks | always accepting! |

Hello again! First off, great question because it’s always been vexing to me that the Sannin are all so skilled in this area, and yet fūinjutsu overall is such an underexplored, underexplained discipline in general. On the other hand, this gives us a lot of room to have fun with it (which I think I’ve yet to really make any specific headcanon for) so here we go!

What I’ll say first is that I’ve been waiting (I dunno why, because nothing was stopping me) for a reason to post this particular thing for so long now, but in regards to the origin of Jiraiya’s skill in fūinjutsu, I see Danzō being the one to introduce him to it and initially mentor him in his youth—I’d say from perhaps age 13 or 14, for a couple of years. And for this I’ve thought of a few main reasons it’d come about:

Plain and simple, Danzō is keen to piss off Hiruzen by snagging his students because he’s a salty and bitter old goat—and at this point Orochimaru isn’t quite on the cards, what with still comfortably being Hiruzen’s favourite. Meanwhile Jiraiya is underestimated and somehow, despite being the way he is, manages to fly under the radar a lot. The raw potential is there too, and it’s intriguing to him.

To expand on Jiraiya going unnoticed, he is also basically an orphan, with no parent present enough to ever interfere. This is an important factor that Danzō no doubt values in the early stages of building ROOT—and whatever its intentions were at the time, Danzō was not particularly a shady guy at this stage. He could scope out the talent relatively unbothered.

But young Jiraiya’s talents are definitely something he’s seeking out, knowing he eventually wishes to operate from the shadows, to have people who can blend in seamlessly—and Jiraiya, being so personable and capable of ‘acting natural’ to the most human degree, is a great candidate for such a job. Sometimes he barely even seems like a shinobi at all, and that’s a strength for a spy.

Of course, after a few infuriating years he learns that basically everything about Jiraiya as a person is fundamentally unsuited to the type of work he wishes to do through ROOT. What a waste of time, huh?

So with some degree of general mentorship and information-digging going on, Danzō offers some training across various specialties and thus discovers that Jiraiya has a natural flair for fūinjutsu. In fact, despite being a slow and steady learner in many other areas of shinobi discipline, he takes to this like a fish to water. Book-learned basic principles aside, I imagine it’s a very hands-on, intuitive skill that requires great creativity to expand on the knowledge already possessed—which is probably minimal, besides Danzō’s own and the previous Hokage’s contributions, based on how relatively early Konoha is in the whole ‘document everything’ game (relatively).

Needless to say, Jiraiya has the creativity down pat. He designed the seal to suppress the Kyūbi chakra, after all, and was even proficient enough to seal Amaterasu. Hell, his toad-themed jutsu in themselves are quite the exercise in creativity, so even though Jiraiya turned out to be no good for ROOT, he would use that brilliant(!) mind to go on to play a part in developing many seals commonly used among Konoha shinobi today.

His main forte, or at least the area of fūinjutsu where he really went wild, is the design of numerous paper/scroll/tag-based seals, lending to the general convenience of use for shinobi of all ranks. They’re easy to pack, carry and replicate which helped to ensure that units were more prepared than ever. Chiefly, sealing elemental jutsu (exemplified by sealing Itachi’s Amaterasu fire) and weapons within scrolls, along with chakra suppression, vocal silencing, paralyzing and tracking seals. He didn’t invent these manners of sealing by any stretch, but made the designs more... streamlined? Accessible? More simple to draw and execute, I imagine, being generally simpler himself and not so constrained by the rigid teachings of any given clan.

As an aside—the reason he was so focused on sealing objects at all was so that he could bring Items He Should Not Have into Places They Weren’t Welcome, while being more difficult to notice doing so. Make of that what you will. (It’s booze-related because isn’t it always? Hell, maybe even some of that dank Myōbokuzan kush that the toads are blatantly always smoking in those fancy kiseru... am I joking? Who knows)

Anyway. His weapon seal would go on to inspire Tenten’s technique of sealing many weapons at once. Again by no means did he invent this technique, because this is Tenten’s baby (plus he’s no bukijutsu specialist!), but the theory had its basis within the seals he designed for simple and chakra-efficient storage of weaponry.

Again being very much geared towards paper and tag seals, much of Jiraiya’s training that was unique to Konan, along with combining toad oil/fire and paper, was teaching her fūinjutsu and brainstorming ideas to make her paper jutsu even more formidable and unpredictable than before. We of course see her using all those explosive tags in the fight with Obito, but I think Konan + paper seals doing all sorts of shit, releasing sealed jutsu and who knows what else... was a missed trick!

While I believe Mito definitely had influence on Jiraiya’s fūinjutsu, I think it was indirect, and any learnings of Uzumaki sealing will have been passed to Jiraiya through Kushina and/or what Minato learned through Kushina (who in turn learned most heavily from Mito). My reasoning for this is that as the first jinchūriki, Mito seemed to be far more isolated than later hosts would be, particularly in her older years—and I don’t see there being much inclination to share Uzumaki sealing secrets with someone with no ties to the clan. Kushina and Tsunade? Yes. Random little ragamuffin? Perhaps not.

... I’ve already rambled on a fair bit and think I’m out of proper ideas for now, so I’m just gonna take a moment to list some short/stupid fūinjutsu-related headcanon ideas now:

When he calls Orochimaru’s work sloppy that one time, it’s a big ol’ front. But he does still think this is one area where he’s better than Oro. Nyehhh.

Why yes, of course he has seals for sexual use! Climax-blocking, stamina refreshing, instant shibari (chakra or actual rope), all over stimulation via the mildest raiton contained in a seal? You bet!

Released a book of ‘prank seals’ including ‘poof the object into nonexistence’ and ‘release deluge of oil’ and ‘suddenly frog’ amongst many others. This book is illegal in most countries.

He once sealed (and I guess, technically stealed bwahahaha) a hotel jacuzzi when he was drunk, forgetting that there was no such thing as plumbing on the road, and its not exactly the same experience having to make all that hot water yourself

No appropriate place to piss? SEAL IT. BANISH IT. OR USE IT AGAINST YOUR WORST ENEMIES.

Once heroically sealed an entire town’s vermin infestation, forgot about it, then accidentally released it later. Is now barred from that ryokan, forever.

Has an entire scroll devoted to condoms

And another devoted to flavoured lube.

Not so stupid, but the need for rapid seal-drawing helped him to develop his ambidexterity to the point where you can barely tell what his dominant hand originally was (however he places down his left hand to summon in all early manga panels I remember at least, which indicates that as a child he signed it with his left hand).

He’s able to store Gerotora easily with a seal concealed in his throat. That’s why it’s so easy for him, not because of some other gutter-brained reason, honest.

He got really good at kanji through learning fūinjutsu. It arguably helped him along in his writing career—especially when writing more traditional style poetry.

#minaamunch #honourable mention to awintersrose for being so receptive to the danzo thing and helping me justify it ;o;#a trusted and valued fren to bounce ideas off and feed back - so some of the little details might also be her input #also to my s/o for some of the silly ones heh #bloody soundsketch #{memoirs(headcanons)}#{long post}#{rated:m}#{fanmail}#{chikaratochakra | prowess headcanons}

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whitetigerdemoness · 5 years ago

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I was going to apologize for this taking so long, but it's actually only been a week and that isn't that long in the grand scheme of things. I've been distracted shit posting on https://discord.gg/geus6XM which is a breeding ground for Miraculous Ladybug au's. Pretty much all of them center around Nathaniel at this point but that is open to change. I also accidentally ship Nathaniel\Marinette\Marc\Luka now so *shrug emoji*

Foxes are very good at digging complex networks of tunnels. You never know where one might pop up.

Master Post of All Chapters

The moment Ladybug showed up was the exact moment everything went to hell. One moment they were curing the Shepard, who turned back into the wah-wah lacky from the hospital, and the next the group was fighting for their lives. Again. It had been a long twenty-four hours Viperion sighed to himself.

Between Ladybug and Penknight the scarlet akumas were falling at a steady rate. Between Scarlet Hawkmoth a female Chatnoir calling herself Panther, the heroes were dropping only slightly slower. Carapace had used his shelter early on to protect Night Hunter (a hero using the Tiger miraculous he was 90% certain was Adrien) from a flurry of Cataclysms. The turtle hero had been forced to retreat, his five minute time limit long since expired. Plumage had lost his fan in a similar manner, Panther turning it to dust with her Cataclysm before he could create a sentimonster. The new peacock hero was still an asset with his martial power, obviously trained in hand to hand, but he seemed to be tiring more quickly than he should.

Sabrina was being protected by Queen Bee and Stardust as they tried to find a break in the wave of akuma’s to let her escape. Retriever had used her power to yank Ladybug to her side moments before Scarlet Hawkmoth could snatch her earrings, Ladybug having been pinned by scarlet akumas. Night Hunter was a flurry of claws as he felled akuma’s for Ladybug to purify. Rena Rogue was now helping Penknight fend off Panther, who was after his pen-sword to get his akuma. If they could only get some breathing room Viperion was certain the fox hero could create an illusion to give Sabrina enough cover so she could retreat and hopefully join up with Carapace in finding their kwamis food.

Viperion himself had used his second chance the moment Scarlet Hawkmoth showed up, but the power had expired long ago. He was grateful his miraculous didn’t seem to have a time limit like the others. Judging by how Panther was able to sling cataclysm after cataclysm, she didn’t either. He wondered what the factor was that decided that. He refused to believe it was because she was a better fit for the cat miraculous than Adrien had been. Viperion knew there were secrets within secrets surrounding the miraculous but having a firmer grasp on the ground rules would be nice. Using his power too many times close together made him tired, but didn’t detransform him. If Panther suffered the same problem she might take herself out of the fight soon with how liberally she was using her power.

“Rena, no!” Night Hunter shouted, hand outstretched to the fox heroine. Rena Rogue had had her feet swept out from under her by a scarlet akuma, going down hard. Panther was darting towards the downed heroine with a cataclysm ready.

“Venom! Shit!” Queen Bee cursed, throwing her energized top. It was too late. The venom hit, paralyzing Panther, but not before she touched Rena Rouge’s miraculous. A horrified Alya clutched at the ashes of her miraculous as her transformation failed. Night Hunter, having tackled Panther only a second after the venom had hit, cursed and hit the ground.

“Regroup!” Ladybug ordered, her yoyo spinning into a shield as she backed towards the downed girl. Night Hunter collected himself and removed the cat ring from Panther. She reverted a middle aged woman Luka didn’t recognize. Sabrina dived into Alya, hugging her fiercely as the girl stared in shock at her shattered miraculous.

“No!” Scarlet Hawkmoth growled. “Get them! Bring me their Miraculous!” The scarlet akuma fell on them with renewed vigor.

“We could fight better if we weren’t protecting these guys.” Penknight snarled in frustration, furiously slashing at anything that got too close to their huddle.

“We can’t just abandon them!” Stardust argued, using his staff like a baseball bat.

“Penknight is right.” Ladybug said.

“I am?” He started, taken aback. Plumage slammed the scarlet akuma that jumped at Penknight in his distraction to the ground with a haymaker.

“Night Hunter, use your power to take Queenbee, Alya, Sabrina, Plumage, and Nathalie out of here. Feed your kwamis and re-transform if you can.” Ladybug ignored the various protests from the group. “Go. Now.”

“But Ladybug...taking this many with me...I’m not sure I’ll be able to come back. I might pass out.” Night Hunter pleaded. Viperion winced. Normally Ladybug would never make such a dispassionate decision, but with Reverser’s alteration…

“Ladybug, are you sure?” Viperion gently asked while violently breaking a mixing bowl he had grabbed off an akuma over his knee. Ladybug gave him a cool, emotionless look as she snapped the butterfly out of the air. It sent shivers down his spine, and not good ones. “Maybe…” Viperion thought fast, “Using your lucky charm would reassure them?” He said, catching Night Hunter’s eye. Scarlet Hawkmoth was hanging back shouting orders as his akuma army tried to swallow them. It was only a matter of time before the man joined them in the assault, the horde was thinning.

“Lucky Charm.” Ladybug sighed rather than said. A red and black spotted pillow popped into existence. Her eyes darted around the battlefield in calculation. “Night Hunter, go. Now. Viperion, use your second chance. Penknight, create something above us. Anything so long as it provides a large shadow.” Penknight frowned at her but obeyed, using his creation to create a tent sized tarp about ten feet above them. Viperion nodded in what he hoped was a reassuring way at Night Hunter, who grit his teeth.

“I’m coming back for you, My Lady.” The current Tiger hero promised. “Shadow Step!” He shouted, the specified group sinking into the large shadow at their feet. The tarp fluttered sideways in the wind, tangling on a few akuma who easily ripped it apart. Scarlet Hawkmoth had not been idle. Using the tarp as cover, villain lept towards the sinking group with amazing speed.

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“Stardust!” Ladybug barked in command, shoving away an akuma that had tried to tackle her. “Stop him!” The goat hero swung his staff at Scarlet Hawkmoth, but he was too fast. Ducking under the boy’s attack he grabbed Night Hunter by the tail, yanking him out of the shadow. The rest vanished with terrified screams.

“This ends now!” Hakwmoth growled, ripping away the tiger and cat miraculous with one swipe. Adrien fell at his feet, exhausted by the energy it had taken to move so many people. He would deal with his son later. The boy had been brainwashed by Ladybug but no matter. Having his mother back would hopeful end this ridiculous rebellious phase. Emile had always known how to get their son to see reason.

“Plagg, Noro, Unify.” Scarlet Hawkmoth growled, shoving the ring of the cat onto his own finger. He felt a great rush of power sweep over him like nothing he had ever experienced. If this was what just the cat and the butterfly felt like together he couldn't even begin to imagine how adding the ladybug would feel. He would know soon enough.

“Surrender Ladybug, and I’ll spare you.” He said, confidently striding forward as she backed away in fear.

“No!” His wayward akuma shouted, valiantly trying to leap to her defense. He almost felt regret at the tearful expression of horror on the young woman’s face as he almost absently turned Penknight to dust with a superpowered cataclysm. The two remaining heroes, the goat and the snake, took up defensive positions in front of her. Scarlet Hawkmoth smirked, raising his hands, a cataclysm smoking in each one.

“No, please!” Ladybug begged, pushing to the front of the line. “Please. You’ve won. Take my miraculous, don’t hurt them.” She begged, pulling off her earrings.

“Of course not. I’m not unreasonable.” Scarlet Hawkmoth said, canceling the cataclysms to finally, finally, take his victory in hand. He hardly spared the plain looking young woman another glance, she was neither memorable nor important.

“Father…” Adrien spoke, hesitant.

“Don’t worry my son, this will all finally be over soon. Your mother will come back to us and we will be a family again. Please understand, everything I have done has been to bring her back to us.” Scarlet Hawkmoth said, kneeling to place a hand on Adrien’s shoulders.

“She’s….she’s really coming back?” His son asked, tearful. Scarlet Hawkmoth nodded. Adrien clung to him in a hug. “Do it. I miss her so much, bring her back to us.” Briefly but strongly returning the hug, Scarlet Hawkmoth rose and adorned the ladybug miraculous.

“Tiki, Plagg, Unify.” The rush of power was euphoric, almost too much to bear. He was a god. No feat was beyond him now. Reaching out with his soul to the familiar one it yearned for, he pulled and….

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“Are you okay? You’re crying.” Penknight fretted, holding Stardust.

“I’m fine. It’s just...his dream...he misses her so much.” Stardust sniffled, wiping at his eyes. Ladybug gently eased the pillow lucky charm out from under Gabriel Agrest’s head. Stardust had managed to hit Scarlet Hawkmoth with his Sweet Dreams just moments before the man had grabbed Night Hunter, allowing the group time to escape. She saw Viperion sagging with relief out of the corner of her eye. It had taken a few Second Chance’s to set this up. The kwami she still had with her were cheering and hugging Noro, who was equally overwhelmed at the reunion. She was glad she had not needed to unify any of them with Tiki. She had been spread so thin the past couple days she wasn’t sure she could have handled the strain long enough to be useful.

“Say goodbye.” She instructed Stardust and Penknight. “Once I use my Lucky Charm he’ll likely revert to Nathaniel.” The akuma started towards her with a dark expression, but Stardust pulled him back.

“Let her.” He said, taking the akuma’s hands.

“But I’ll forget all of this. Everything that’s happened. I won’t be the person you fell in love with anymore, I’ll just be Nathaniel.” He spat the name like a curse. Stardust smiled at him gently and kissed him.

“You are Nathaniel. At least the most confidant part of him. I like that about you, I’m so shy it’s...comforting to know there’s someone more bold who cares for me.” Stardust pressed their foreheads together. “but I love the shy part of you too. I love the part of you that gets excited when he’s talking about a new akuma design he came up with. I love watching how serene you look while you’re drawing, and how kind you can be, even when someone doesn’t deserve it. I love all of you, and that will never change.” Penknight stared into his eyes for a moment, before sighing and pulling the green eyed boy close.

“Do it.” He said to Ladybug, face buried in Stardust’s hood.

“Miraculous Ladybug.” She said without feeling, throwing the lucky charm in the air. Ladybugs swarmed around her, and all of a sudden the emotions she had been lacking slammed back into her. Viperion caught her as she stumbled to her knees, trying to catch her breath.

“Ladybug?” He asked in concern.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just need a moment to get used to having emotions again. Oomf,” She breathed out. “I already kind of miss it, can’t feel stress without emotions.” She laughed a little too fast.

“I know a guy who runs a massage parlor if you’re up for it later?” Viperion offered with a smile.

“I may take you up on that.” She said shakily, burying her head in his chest. She couldn’t believe it was all finally over. Hawkmoth was defeated and she could finally rest.

“Huh. I’m still here.” She turned her head to see Penknight poking himself in the chest with mild curiosity. Ugh. Well, at least he was a loose end that could wait a little while to finally tie up.

“Well, would you look at that. So am I.” Ladybug and Viperion shot to their feet, her earrings giving their first warning beep. Stepping out of the shadows, wearing the miraculous of the Bee, Fox, Turtle, Tiger, Dog, and Peacock was Volpina. Ladybug didn’t see Plagg with the other kawmi and sent a furious prayer that Adrien had gotten away from her safely and she wasn’t just hiding the Cat somewhere.

“Oh Ladybug, don’t look so shocked! You didn’t really think it would be that easy did you?” Volpina’s laugh rang in her head like a bell tolling. Maybe that was just the beeping from both her and Stardust’s miraculous. The fox akuma pointed her flute at Stardust. Penknight bristled and growled at her.

“I can’t believe Ladybug gave you a miraculous. Oh well, no matter. Mutton, Butterfly, or treacherous little human, I’m not picky about my dinner.” Volpina grinned, showing off wickedly sharp teeth. Marc’s miraculous beeped on final time, dropping his transformation.

“This IS my lucky day.” Volpina laughed as Penknight shoved Marc behind himself and raised his sword in warning.

“You’ll never get passed me.” The male akuma growled. Volpina just smirked and laughed again.

“But I already have.” Ladybug saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and felt stupid. Of course the fox akuma would pull something underhanded like this, she thought in despair as Marc screamed, being dragged into his own shadow by a clawed hand.

“MARC!” Penknight shrieked, diving for Marc’s outstretched hand. Their fingers brushed briefly before the boy was swallowed up. The mocking laughter of Volpina’s illusion echoed in Ladybug’s head long after it had dissolved into smoke.

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