#this is so healing im a replenished woman

[yesloulou]

team daniel!!!! 💪🐩 (daniel, pierre and pyry before race start at miami 2024)

[lousylambsblog]

watch me yap about my ocs ( my friend proofread this thankksss )

tw: death, blood and child neglect

Neyora was born out of a fling between her payan mother and talpian father. Her father was absent for all her life and her mother was emotionally unavailable. She was raised by her payan mother who was ashamed of Neyora’s heritage, she refused to call Neyora her daughter, she had seen her as a disappointment the moment she bore her. Her mother had isolated Neyora from other children, she was kept under strict rules that she wasn’t allowed to go outside, unless she wanted society to see how hideous she was. 

Her childhood left her bitter, growing deep resentment toward her mother. At a young age, she began practicing magic, unbeknownst to her mother. Neyora dedicated her whole life to magic, to prove that she was something more than an inept half-breed. Her talpian genetics are more dominant than her payan blood, missing the third eye and the ability to foresee the future, but she did inherit the magical potential of Payans. After years of honing her magical skills and becoming quite the powerful sorceress, she had grown to become more confident in showing her abilities to her mother. All she wanted was the approval of the only person she had, she wanted to make her proud despite her hate,,,, but all she was met with the all-to-familiar look of disgust plastered onto her face. 

She belittled Neyora throughout her entire life, but this was the final breaking point. She had thrown away her own childhood, spent sleepless nights perfecting herself,,, just to be met with the same degrading words. Neyora snapped at the woman who bore her, a fervid hate running through her blood as she strangled her mother to death. She watched as the life in her mother’s eyes slowly disappeared, but she felt no sympathy, blinded by her own emotional rage. She only tightened her grip the more strangulated noises her mother pathetically spat out. Her grip slacked when her mother ceased her feeble fighting. Once she realized what she had just done, Neyora felt a pang of terror shoot through her as she saw her mother’s lifeless body on the floor, leaving her trembling with dread. She had fled her home in a panic, the Payan Chiefdom, Neyora was afraid that they would discover what she had done to her mother, that she had killed her.

On the mainland of Stolla, Neyora continued to live alone,,, isolating herself from the outside world, fearful that people would recognize her and know of her crimes. She continues to practice magic up until the fault, where she is forced to flee from her hiding place. Neyora deals well with the mimes at first, but they pursue her with a bloodthirst as the fault drags on. After a week of being relentlessly hunted with no opportunity to replenish her energy, she succumbs to magical overload. Neyora is proficient at magic, but her talpian side slows down her ability to prolong and stabilize her magic for a period of time. She can cast powerful spells, but it can make her incredibly burnt out. 

( Magic overload happens due to the body acting as a sort of resistor when trying to manipulate energy. The more energy is channeled and manipulated, the more residual energy remains in the caster’s body. This can have a number of effects: Diminishing the effectiveness of one’s spells, requiring more focus in order to properly control the energy, other effects being added to their spells or happening at random, and increase in the body’s temperature. * p.s i know this isn’t canon but im so interested in this concept* also credits to BelicCat from 5yrs ago on reddit,,,,,, love you bro, wherever you are,,, )

Unfortunately, she was caught off guard during a supply run in a ghostly town,,, a gash to her stomach. Neyora suffered a slow and excruciatingly painful death, she could’ve used her healing magic to mend her wounds but she had fallen unconscious due to the stinging pain. She met a pathetic death for someone who held so much power, she was never able to see that she was more than a hideous half-breed. She died believing that she was a disappointment. 

[slutsofren]

Danger Days Chapter 14: The Light Behind Your Eyes

summary: Steve invites you to go out hunting with a small team and things go awry, as they do.

word count: 1,938

notes: violence against reader- im sorry

read on ao3 / masterlist

A week has passed with little to no incident. Most of the people of Dinosaur have come to value the knowledge Joel and you have given them. From your small makeshift tinctures and healing salves to Joel’s blessed information on modifying weapons, the small contribution to their community seemed to have made up for just how goddamned awkward everything was.

Being a part of the Dinosaur community for about a week, the three of you fall into a bit of normalcy with the rest of the population.

Regardless of your assumed wariness with the townsfolk, you still couldn’t get over how Joel kissed you and kissed you good a week ago. The gestures came more naturally between the two of you, no matter how much pining was behind your affectionate motions. Your thoughts were on his rough and calloused hands when you were pulled out of them.

The tall blond man you’d come to know as Steve jogged up to you, pulling your attention away from wondering how you’d have a nice orgasm around Joel’s thick fingers. You gave him a polite smile to hide the spicy thoughts and said a brief greeting.

“You’re a good hunter right,” he asked.

Your mind went a little blank, if you were being honest you were an average hunter at best. If anything Ellie was becoming a much better shot amongst your little trio, your aptitude always lied in the tracking aspect.

“I wouldn’t say so,” you admitted.

He shrugged. “Well, we never got to finish our hunting when we found you all so we’re going to go back out and see if we can replenish our stores for the next few months. Want to come?”

What he said aligned with what you had heard previously when another man approached you about the extra meat you’d accumulated and wanted to trade for. “Right, yeah. I’ll go.”

Steve nodded his head, “Cool, I’ll let Helena know. Meet us at the front gate in about a bit with your gear.”

You soon found Joel with Ellie, the two of them sitting on the steps to your shared loft. “Hey, can we talk?” Eliie looked between the three of you and together you all went inside. “Steve came up to me with an interesting proposition,” you said as you began to pack and check your spare bullets.

“He knows you’re a married woman, right, mom,” Ellie teased.

“Ellie,” Joel warned. He then turned to you, arms folded across his chest. “What did he want?”

“Asked if I would come along and hunt with them.”

“And you said ‘yes’ to this little offer,” he surmised.

You shrugged as you threw your backpack over your shoulders. “Seemed like a good way to see who would be the most dangerous of them. We still don’t know if they’re up to something.”

He sighs and looks towards you then reaches into his belt, removing his favorite revolver from its holster. “Take this.”

It was a grand gesture. Joel rarely, if ever, let anybody touch his weapon. Not even Ellie who he trusted the most. Reaching for it made the moment feel heavier, like it was lined with something significant.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, unsure of what to say. Joel only looked down at you and shook his head, looking away. “C’mon, let me walk you out.”

The three of you headed towards the front gate, the one you all walked through that first day. You spotted the small group of Dinosaur’s hunters, including Helena and Steve. The blond man nodded towards you in acknowledgement but Joel’s ex-wife pointedly ignored your presence.

“Let me come with you,” the man said beside you. He was anxious about this for whatever reason.

“I can handle myself.”

“I know you can, fuck, I know you are more than capable of handling this on your own but,” he sighs, “just let me come with you.”

You looked at him warily, “What aren't you telling me Joel Miller?”

His gaze now leaves you and shifts around, noting how there are more than a few people watching this tense exchange. He pauses and looks you in the eye then bends forward, his lips ghosting over yours in a mock kiss, “Watch your back, don't trust Helena.”

Joel then presses fully against you, wrapping his broad arms around you. His kiss feels warm and makes your head spin but it was cut short as he breaks it to then place one on your forehead. When he steps away, his signature stoney expression is a mask over his face but you know, you know by the look in his eyes, there's more he wants to say to you. with a nod to him, you take many steps away then loudly shout, “Keep dinner warm for me yeah?”

“Always” he shouts back with feigned amusement in his voice.

You feel like you’re floating, no doubt feeling your entire body warm up to that. Sure, you’d kiss him a few times when he was dying, just as he left small pecks on top of your head but that was- that was a certified kiss. In public.

“Good, you made it,” Steve pulled you from overanalyzing that moment with Joel. “We’re going to leave in a few, just waiting on one more person then we can leave.” You nodded in acknowledgement before he continued, “We hunt in teams of two, you can partner with Helena. Usually we try to shoot with arrows if we can, bullets are a last resort. They tend to scare off the animals and are generally hard to come by way out here. If push comes to shove, use what you can.”

Helena and you walked quietly together, this was your first time being alone with the woman and it felt unusually strange. Of course it would. From her perspective, she saw Joel had moved on with a new wife, a new daughter. It would sting.

She wasn’t in a talkative mood, regardless of how many times you tried to start a conversation. Every time you tried she brushed you off. Once everybody made it to the forest, each group veered off into what you assumed to be predetermined hunting grids.

Now silent, the two of you trekked into the wood still keeping visuals on each other as best you could.

Then movement in some foliage snagged your attention and you whipped your rifle around. Some snorts and huffs reverberated off the forest floor until the noises registered in your mind. A bear.

Your mind scrambled at what this situation quickly tumbled down into- it was likely February, far too early for them to be out of hibernation, you think. You may not be a walking wikipedia for these kinds of things but you weren’t fucking stupid. You couldn’t take this beast on by yourself, provided your hunting partner wouldn’t help you.

Judging by what Joel warned you before you left the compound, you best believe you were probably on your own. Helena would likely only look out for herself if it came down to you or her.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you curse lowly.

You didn’t want to startle the bear so you quietly took small steps backing away, trying to get out of sight from it but before you could take more than a couple steps a loud gunshot went off, the bullet striking the bear.

“Shit, shit,” you curse just as it whirls around and spots you. You have no choice but to raise your weapon and get a few shots off just to give you enough time to absolutely book it. You nearly eat shit more than once but you can hear the animal gaining speed on you.

Making a last ditch effort you scramble up a low hanging tree, scraping the hell out of your palms in the meantime. You knew you were fucked the moment you felt your backpack being pulled back as the bear let out a devastating roar, it had swiped at you and was now face to face.

“Fuck you, fucking fuck,” you swore as you pulled out Joel’s revolver and shot point-blank. The sound of the bullets being fired was deafening this close up and you unloaded the weapon into the bear. That seemed to have scared it enough that it let your backpack go but not without one final swipe at you before running away.

As you slumped against the tree trunk, you felt intense agony. Nearly enough to either pass out or vomit all over yourself, both seemed likely. Your head was spinning, ears were definitely ringing and blackness was inching over your vision. Looking down at your body you couldn’t tell exactly where you were bleeding, only that it was so much, too much.

Tearing your gaze away, you look up, about to voice for help when you see her. Helena is a dozen or so feet away, a gun in her hand as she takes you in. “Helena-,” you start.

She looks down at her weapon then away, finally holstering it. You think she’s about to come help you but she does the unthinkable. She turns and walks away. She leaves you to die.

You’re left speechless and crying, all you could think about was Joel, of Ellie. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. Fuck this, you didn’t want to die, not when you just found your family.

It didn’t take much for the others to find you, but the inky blackness that was beginning to line your vision was really starting to piss you off. But, it was a cool anger. Not one of flaming hotness that blinded you but one of icy calculations.

You’d get her back for this messed up attempt at ending your life but first, you had to fucking survive.

Voices began to filter through your mind and you slowly started recognizing the familiar faces they were linked with. Steve being the first you see clearly. He’s yelling your name and yelling for help.

It wasn’t until he brushed his dirty blonde hair back from his face did you see the blood coating his hands and now parts of his face.

“Steve,” you choke out.

He quickly shushes you, “Take it easy, you lost a lot of blood but we’re gonna get you back to the town, alright? Stay with me.”

“Helena- it was Helena.”

Steve looked at you, absorbing your words before focusing on carrying you.

It was quite hard to stay with him as he lifted you from the ground in his arms and began to jog. The jostling nearly did you in right then and there but it was Steve’s incessant talking that kept you grounded.

“-man of yours just might kill everyone in Dinosaur if you die so just don’t, ‘kay? How the two of you meet anyways? He doesn’t seem like the friendly type if you know what I mean.”

And Steve went on like that, talking to you and joking. Deep down, you appreciated it but the fucking pain made any words you wished to form or think from formulating. All you could offer was gaspy moans and hurt wimpers.

You tried your damndest not to black out, that was your biggest fear. Falling asleep and not waking up was quite a peaceful way to die but for you, you wanted to go out fighting. Still, much to your horror you must have lost consciousness because next you knew you woke in Joel’s arms and he did not look happy.

In fact, he looked like rage unleashed, unbound. Whatever little restraint he had was doing everything he could to move you somewhere, someplace.

[bloededhoine]

ok so

me and @plutorightsbabey were discussing how geralt must seem to the npc's in the witcher, and it's so fucking funny the more you think about it

first he just runs into people all the time. imagine going to the market for some grain, as i'm sure you'd do as 14th century peasant, and just being fucking bodied by some heavily muscled pasty looking man? but he's kinda scary looking and he has swords, so you can't slap him and instead just go wOoAh! cause that's the only way to let him know his behaviour is unacceptable

the way some merchant can just be vibing with his hard earned money and then is forced to buy a shit ton of broken oars and flyers? hilarious

people talk about this one a lot, but just looting plants from people's houses. AND THE PEOPLE DONT EVEN FUCKING REACT. sure, there's a monster hunter who just broke in and is shovelling your floral arrangements into his pockets, but nbd. happens all the time.

gwent. just gwent. how would it feel to have a playing card in a hugely popular game MADE to be you?

SKDJDJ WHAT IF YOU GET A REALLY LOW NUMBER?? LIKE IMAGINE ZOLTAN SEEING HIS AND BEING LIKE IM WAY BETTER THAN A FIVE??

PHILIPPA WOULD LOSE HER SHIT IF SHE KNEW TRISS' VALUE IS HIGHER THAN HERS

signposts are wild. is geralt the only one who can travel by them? and how do they work? they aren't portals because time passes between place a and place b. ALSO the in game clock has a SIGNIFICANTLY higher change when you use a signpost vs when you take roach. is geralt... walking? do signposts trigger intense dissociation that leads geralt to fucking walk across the continent and still arrive at his predetermined destination?

little dialogue options between npcs that starts when geralt is in the vicinity. like when rita and philippa were on avallac'h's ship and had this gem of a discussion

rita: do you know what I just realized?

phil: hm?

rita: except for the two of us and ciri, geralt has slept with every woman on this ship

phil: don't worry, it's only a matter of time in your case

was rita waiting for geralt to show up, because this is a conversation that cannot happen without geralt eavesdropping? does she just NEED geralt to know what a slut she thinks he is?

meditation. on so many levels. first, how does the replenishing potions work? does geralt do alchemy in his sleep? also what do people think when they just find some kneeling man inside their homes? or on the side of the road? is it just "ah yes, there's the man who killed the cockatrice. just sitting there, mixing his silly little potions while he sleeps".

the way food works is AMAZING. get clawed in the gut by an alghoul? just whip out your trusty stick of butter for get 10 for seconds of healing

WAIT

how does geralt carry his shit around? like how much he can carry relates to the size of roach's saddlebags, but roche isn't there when geralt's in battle... is it a summoning thing? if roach is like a kilometre away from geralt fighting the alghoul, and geralt needs his butter, would local people be able to see a stick of butter just flying through the air?

the fact that you can rob shopkeepers... and then sell them their shit... like keira being all "wow that recipe for black eyeliner looks exactly like mine... i'll give you $5 for it!"

[ratspberry]

many naruto thoughts head overloading

ok im only like 20 episodes into shippuden and i skipped a Lot of filler in original naruto bc i do not have the patience </3 (i will come back to the filler one day though) and while i love this anime theres so much i wish... was not written how it is

first of all sakura... i love her sm and i just wish her character was given some more care like at this point in shippuden im actually really enjoying the direction shes taken but i heard a lot of her growth is sidelined when sasuke comes back into the picture and thats my biggest issue. im sorry but if youre going to introduce a TRIO of main characters i want to see that main group equally fleshed out. first going all the way back to the beginning i wish that sakura was allowed to fight??? like we KNOW shes super smart and has powerful chakra so even when at that time she wasnt the most skilled fighter (as far as we KNOW at least. given that we barely got to see her fight who knows!) she couldve in the very least played a similar role to that of shikamaru as far as leadership and strategizing. and ok her crush on sasuke should have dissipated a lot more after the chunin exams. even though i do hate to see her spend so much time fawning over sasuke when hes not even particularly kind to her i think a crush in the beginning could still work IF the moment of her cutting her hair (“sasuke likes girls with long hair”) and her battle w ino during the chunin exams were like an eye-opening moment for her when she was like “wtf am i doing i am going to work hard as a ninja to prove that i can do this to MYSELF and MY RIVAL first” (which. ok she does get to this point later and again i love her learning chakra and getting strong as HELL during her training w tsunade but again. i want to see that REMAIN parallel to the enormous power level leaps that sasuke and naruto make. also let sakura and ino have a fun friendship rivalry that has nothing to do w sasuke) . i think it would be better if she naruto and sasuke were just friends who ALL help and motivate each other. and so when sasuke leaves sakura is STILL super fucked up over it and maybe even has a hard time trusting naruto again after he comes back? (but ofc she eventually does bc power of friendship) like IDK loss of one best friend, then almost immediately after your other best friend (who u just learned secretly is sealed w the nine tails and the akatsuki is after him just like orochimaru was after sasuke) leaves you for THREE YEARS??? kind of a salt in the wound moment! also im simply not even going to touch on all the comphet marriages in the end

next im going to talk about rock lee my friend rock lee who i adore. anyways he either should not have foregone the surgery from tsunade or died from it. HEAR ME OUT! this surgery was good in showing how powerful tsunade is as a healer but like? was it necessary? after she brought naruto back to life??? as far as lees characterization his whole thing is that he may not have special jutsu or the same prodigal abilities as his peers but he can still be as powerful or more powerful! and idk i hate when characters have serious life changing stuff done to them and not seeing it fully explored in the story. like ok so we’ve got tsunade telling lee (who cant be older than 12? 13?) theres a 50/50 chance he’ll die in the surgery to heal him. and then guy ENCOURAGES HIM, HIS FAVORITE STUDENT, to go through with the surgery so he could then go on to be a ninja and continue risking his life?????? so i thought that was pretty screwed up. which leads me to the two paths that i think would be interesting to see play out: 1. lee doesnt get the surgery, but continues to train as a ninja. his injuries still exist but lee learns to fight WITH the injuries and creates a really cool badass unique fighting style and goes on to be a great ninja like he dreamed 2. lee dies in surgery. id hate it i would and i dont WANT lee to die but it might be a fuckin wakeup call to all these adult ninjas urging kids into warfare. lee is beloved by all so it would be a good moment of pause for everyone to think like “ummm so the systems that be are kind of majorly fucked up.”

those are the two main ideas i had but heres a few misc things:

-jiraiya can be the author of as many trashy romance novels as he wants but him hitting on younger women and being like a peeping tom and UGH the way he was introduced w narutos ‘sexy jutsu’ is just. not good. take it out.

-let tsunade look her age. like the whole “she uses her chakra to make herself look young”? i dont buy it. i dont care that you just didnt feel like drawing a woman who looks over 20. you will do it anyways bc i said so.

-i dont dislike n/ruhina as much as i dislike s/susaku bc at least its clear theres a mutual respect and admiration there but hinata, like sakura, has so much more potential to be explored. idk if its looked at in filler or later in shippuden (id sure hope so) but i think her parallel to sasuke is kind of interesting? both have intimidating, extremely powerful older brothers (i know neji is technically hinatas cousin or smth but whatever older brother figures. also i know hinatas sister is also supposed to be super powerful but idk her yet) who are held in high esteem by their families and have all this pressure on their shoulders to want to surpass them? given that neji didnt um. do the things itachi did clearly its not the SAME between hinata and sasuke but i feel like examining the hyuga family dynamics would be SO interesting in comparison to sasukes arc. i didnt mind seeing hinata motivated by naruto the first few times but like. there is SO MUCH MORE THERE than JUST hinatas relationship to naruto.

-all of these kids need therapy but ESPECIALLY sasuke like the signs were there. halfway thru the bell test thing SUPER early on sasuke went into a full-fledged “i am an avenger.. i have to kill a certain someone” monologue and given the fact that everyone knows his entire clan was killed and that sasuke is likely VERY traumatized... who thought it was a good idea to let him become a ninja before addressing any of that. my god. like i love kakashi and i know he has his own devestating backstory and that hes a product of the system but why the Fuck would he let sasuke take the chunin exams. give team 7 a year more of training and getting to know each other and give sasuke some time to create bonds and maybe even open up emotionally and begin to heal and then MAYBE we can THINK ab chunin exams.

-asuma and ino apologize to choji for telling him not to eat as much challenge? did asuma not know that chojis clan uses food to replenish their chakra? it would make sense if ino didnt know but chojis teacher?? either way still p fucked, leave choji alone

-speaking of ino i want more of her character tok. why was she not included in that mission to save sasuke that shikamaru, her TEAMMATE, led?? was there an explanation for that?? i feel like her not being there was a missed opportunity for some real growth/bonding between team 10.

-speaking of the last bullet point shikamaru being like “ugh women 🙄” is tired and boring. very misogynistic “i hate my wife” facebook dad humor. cut that shit out

-orochimarus coding and his whole um. intent as a villain is just very. Hm. i dont think i like that very much but im not going to go into it bc im sure its been touched upon a million times

[zeldadeservesbetter]

Coffee With The Gals (And Some Shooty Shoots)

((So this is another one that happened in my gameplay. Tbh it's a really good plot and i need some fluff because last night i was vv sad with Arthur's Breaking Point. So here's the concept picture(s), enjoy!))

((Sorry if some of them are blurry, i use my phone camera because im at my dads house rn))

For the past few weeks, Arthur had been working hard. Instead of stealing and robbing, he'd found a new hobby that he enjoyed. He would go out and pick herbs and make poultices with them, along with elixirs that kept people in generally good health. Half went to camp, and the other half he'd sell. He didn't make a lot of money doing it, mainly because he always found himself giving the mixtures to those who were poor or homeless and couldn't afford it.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Arthur actually felt good about himself. Everyone in Valentine and Rhodes adored him, and he found himself being flustered by local women a lot often than he used to. A caring generous man seemed to be what everyone wanted.

He knew everyone in camp could tell the difference in his attitude, he was almost always helping with chores and smiling constantly, and that in general helped the Van Der Linde gang get their hopes up and be happy again.

Dutch had pulled Arthur aside one day, telling him he needed to take a break and just relax for a day, and that they would do all the hard work and bring in some money for camp.

Eventually, Arthur agreed and trudged off to bed, finally realizing how tired he actually was. It was amazing, he was so happy and full of joy for the first time that he hadn't really noticed he had been working himself too hard.

Collapsing on his bed, Arthur almost instantly fell asleep, hat draped over his head and his arm dangling off the side of his cot as he snored rather loudly.

The next morning, Arthur woke up with a loud yawn, stretching his arms. Almost immediately he was ready to go out and pick herbs, but quickly remember today was his "day off".

Smiling as he grabbed his coffee cup, Arthur walked over to the stew pot where the coffee was, mumbling a brief "good mornin' " to Tilly, Abigail, and Sadie, who were all sipping their hot cups of coffee, their faces bright for the first time since they got a new camp. In fact, he never really saw Sadie happy until just now.

"Morning Arthur." Abigail said with a smile, sipping her coffee.

"Morning Abigail. You always did like a nice cup of coffee." Arthur commented as he poured himself a cup, sipping on it quickly as he stood up.

"Nothin' like it." Abigail replied, taking a sip herself.

After a moment of silence and quiet sipping, Tilly had cleared her throat to speak.

"So Arthur, what's your secret to being so happy? I ain't ever seen someone smile as much as you do." She had asked, smile ever present on her face as she spoke.

"Ah, just pickin' herbs and makin' miracles, that's all." Arthur said, half-joking but at the same time it wasn't completely false. He had plenty of people come up to him saying that his stuff really worked and saved their lives. Huh, maybe he could become a doctor.

"That's all? You are one mysterious man Arthur Morgan." Sadie said with a chuckle, setting her cup down. "Well folks, I hate to be the first to leave but Dutch needs me on a mission. See y'all later!" She said, patting Arthur's shoulder as she walked away, waving goodbye.

"You know I watched that woman take down an entire flock of raiders without getting a scratch on her?" Arthur said, looking back to Abigail and Tilly, who were giggling softly at Arthur's remark.

"Yeah, she's definitely a brute, but she's smart too. I can't tell you how many times I've seen her threaten Pearson." Abigail piped in, causing all three of them to laugh once more.

These were the times that Arthur truly cherished, the times he wanted to hold onto and never let go. Unfortunately, the world doesn't work like that.

After a few moments of casually talking about their lives and what was happening, Arthur had decided he really needed to go somewhere to rest his weary bones and have a good nights sleep.

Saint-Denis really seemed like the only viable option, he wasn't wanted there, and maybe he could sell some of his "magic serum" there, and make a lot of money too. After explaining to the girls what he was going to do, they had already filled in some requests for him. He was very close with the women in camp, so he was sure he was going to get them all something along with Jack.

Packing up some things and changing his outfit, Arthur said goodbye to everyone in camp and headed off, taking only a rifle and his cattleman revolver since he didn't plan on killing anyone this time around.

Not even an hour into riding to Saint-Denis was he stopped at a bridge, by none other than the Lemoyne Raiders, who were armed with a small militia, and Arthur only had his two flimsy guns.

"Well lookie here, its that Van Der Linde boy, all alone with nothing to protect himself." One of the raiders said with a smirk, hopping down off of his horse to walk up to Arthur's, whistling with furrowed eyebrows as he checked the contents of his bag.

"Damn, it looks like he's carrying enough meds to heal the army! Haha, we'll be taking your trusty steed from you, but don't worry- we don't kill horses. Just men." The raider said, cocking his gun, ready to shoot Arthur if needed.

"Goddamn you monsters! You ain't taking jack shit!" Arthur cursed, his breath hitching as a gun was placed under his chin.

"Watch your mouth or I'll blow it to shreds." The raider said, causing Arthur to nod slightly as a man came over and took his horse away, walking it out of view.

"Well then, i think we're done here." The raider had said, smirk still present as he pulled the gun away and put it back in the holster.

Within the blink of an eye, Arthur had pulled his revolver up, firing five different shots, each killing a raider, including the one that was just threatening him, so only three remained.

"Holy shit! He killed Danny! Take his horse and run!" One of the raiders said, and before Arthur could reload his revolver a few separate shots were fired at him, one hitting him in the leg, causing him to scream out in pain and fall to the ground, hyperventilating as pain shot throughout his entire body.

"Goddammit! Why do I ever decide to leave camp?!?!" He cursed, shakily taking a bottle of his cure out of his satchel, dumping half of it on his wound, and downing the rest in hopes it would at least dull the pain.

Gasping, Arthur sat up and pulled himself out of the main trail, his wounded leg completely limp.

"well... Nothing to do now except wait for some poor soul to come by." He grumbled, propping his hand on his knee and resting his head.

".... Goddamn raiders...."

((So this legit happened to my poor Arthur right after i left camp drinking coffee with Tilly and the gals. Some godamn raiders stopped me at a bridge and they nearly got me, then i shot the guy robbing me and threw a stick of dynamite at them, and low and behold in the shootout they killed my horse. I killed them all, but i was rlly low on health and didn't have jack shit to cure it but this potent health cure which didn't even replenish my cores just upped them for a bit... Lmao so then i just sat there and waited for someone to pass by while slowly walking [my stamina was out to. Worst goddamn luck] and eventually after 30 minutes some guy passed by and i called him out then stole his horse and rode all the way to Saint-Denis, sold it, bought a new horse, and stocked up on supplies. You're welcome 😂😂😂))

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光のないオオカミ(Hikari no nai ōkami )(part 1) (part 2 here)

the wolf without light

Summary: after wolf loses his master kuro,and with the crusade of the holy child over,wolf feels like theres nothing else to live for.

Until he meets a misterious woman with connections with the spirit realm

Word count:2,328

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The lively chatter of the town seemed dull to him.

A shinobi with no cause, for him the biggest of shames.

And now to top the cake he stumbles drunkly on the streets,the cold of winter does nothing to his skin, and so falls face flat on the floor and his eyes close.

Pure darkness.

He gasps a fresh batch of air,his eyes scan the place, clear Sky,green Grass and an endless sunflower field before him.

He stands up,no hungover,no dizzyness, what is this place?

--you heed the name wolf,is that correct?

A woman says behind the Man, with her arms folded behind her back.

--Who are you?

Wolf asked turning around.

The misterious girl looks up to meet his gaze.

The shinobi gasps softly -- _Jimuwari_

Jimuwari was one of the most emblematic kunoichi, having accomplished many things while in duty,yet one day she left without a trace.

Of course jimuwari wasnt her name,that was left under wraps,how ever the nickname came from a gesture , a sunflower would be placed on the scene when she flet once her task was done,and so the people in town decided to name jer jimuwari,sunflower.

--I see that the myths about me are still sung in earth...welcome wolf...

-w what is this place?

The shinobi looks around him,the Fields seemed to go around forever.

--This place has a lot of names y'know?the field of reeds,or the aaru, heaven...I call It...home

--heaven?am I---

--no of course not dear--her han rests on his shoulder-- it just so happends that you were needed here, follow me...

He nodds,fullowing suit as they made their way to...somewhere.

--You wonder where im taking you...its okay you can trust in me

--how do you--

She chuckles,a soft melodic sound like the chime of a bell.

--I cant read minds if thats what youre wondering, your expression says it all dear

A shadow hovers above them, a house stretches over the Sky, it seemed bigger than what it really was.

-First you might want to take care of yourself, come inside and make yourself comfortable

He opens the door for her,Bowing as he does so.

Even with the years manners still remain, maybe he wasnt as much of a waste as he thought he was.

Jimuwari enters with wolf behind her--Behind that wall theres a kettle with tea,pour yourself a cup of it ,If you so desire

The Man nodds silently and dissapears behind the door.

The woman sighs and grabs two bowls of rice, walking softly to the room besides the little kitchen.

And so there he is, wolf sipping slowly and silently from his tea.

She sits infront of him before handing him the rice.

--So you see, your master,kuro asked me to help you

--i dont need any help.

--If it was true you wouldnt be here,after your crusade with the holy child, kuro asked me to give you a New purpose, today you Will rest ,and tomorrow you Will find the things I need to go back to your world...I would be extremely grateful and so Will kuro

Kuro?he would do anything for his lord,and If he told this woman to ask for his help then he Will do as she told him.

--What do you need?

--First you'll find my weapons,my sword hikari and my bow kaze...they lie beneath a maze,heavily guarded...then you'll go to a village in the mountains,there is an amulet that Will help me go back to earth

The Man nodds --If my lord asked my help beyond the Grave then ill comply...

The womans features soften--But first you must replenish your energy,today you rest,tomorrow to work...

And so it is done, wolf takes just a tiny bit to wonder around the house,a kitchen,a livingroom,upstairs theres a library with a bed and a balcony that faced into the sunflowers around it, and then,the bedroom downstairs in another building just besides the house.

Night falls on the fields,after dinner, its time to sleep, though there was just a tiny bit of a problem.

--I can take the bed on the library, I wont bother

--That bed up there Will give you a back ache

--It Will not affect my abilities tomorrow,mistress

--There you go again with that, call me jimawari or jima...,and theres no way youre sleeping up there

--But mistress-- im sorry mis jimawari im not worthy of sharing a bed with you

The woman huffs and takes his prosthetic hand, almost dragging him outside and into the bedroom..

--sleep,now....

He has no choice but to obey,he lays on the soft cotton bed,green covers slide over him as jimawari's hand Grace his face--You comfortable?

His cheeks redden , he nodds and hides his face on the pillow.

That soft bellchime that was her chuckles is all he can hear before she lays on the bed with him.

--Good night wolf

He can feel her back against his.

--Goodnight miss Jimawari...

Sun appears in the horizon marking the beginning of the day,and with it wolfs quest.

--Be careful out there wolf

Jimawari said,the Man softly grabs her hands pressing them to his chest-- As long as my heart beats any mission given Will be a mission done,mistress jimawari...

She sighs looking up to him and noddind--Good luck...

And so his form is lost into the fields.

Mission given mission done,sort of.

The battle was fierce, Many Many guards more than one could count were protecting the weapons.

The maze was really easy to get lost into,the people guarding it were good warriors,fallen by those same weapons they custodied.

Yet he accomplished his task, and though wounded he came back to the house with the weapons.

--Wolf!--jima said holding him as he fell-look at you! What happened?

She sits him in one of the sofá like furniture in the livingroom, grabbing a bunch of bandages.

--They were fierce warriors,but nonetheless im here

Jimawari huffs and sits with him-- strip

--W what ?

--strip I need to patch up your wounds...

The Man,a stuttering mess by now, does as he is told, taking the superior part of his armor,leaving his flesh exposed.

--Look at you,youre a mess...

And so with baby Pink cheeks the kunoichi treats his injuries.

--Take this--she said handing him a cup with tea--It Will help to numb the pain away...-the shinobi takes it and drinks from it,warm and fuzzy,Like the feelings in his chest.

--Now with my weapons ill be able to help you with your Next task...

--Mistress you need to stay here...--wolf cared deeply for her,even with a day of knowing her.

He didnt want to see her injured or worst.. dead...

He already lost enough people.

--Look wolf I--

She sighed and her gaze softened looking down at the Fire just under the kettle.----Sunflowers search the light,when they dont they turn to eachother, and maybe just like them we can face eachother until light comes,you dont have to face this by yourself,wolf.

The shinobi looks away and turns his gaze on the teacup in his hands.

--Its my solemn duty...

--But that doesnt mean you cant get help....

--mistress I do not want to see you hurt...

--But your words hurt more knowing that you wont let me go with you,I too dont want to see you hurt..or dead...

Both look into the others eyes before looking away.

--Ill go and get a book from upstairs...maybe I can find a recipe to help your injuries heal..

She leaves the cup on the little table and walks up to a flight of handstairs, as she climbs her hands slip,and with a missed step she is doomned to hit the ground.

Only that a pair of arms catch her just in time.

--Thank you wolf...--her laughter was nervous as her cheeks were red with shame.

The Man lets his gaze linger a bit longer before setting her back to her feet,his cheeks equally red.

--Ill go and get it,I Wont trip this time...

--Let me go with you...for good measure...

She chuckles and nodds,both go upstairs, checking some of the shelves.

Theres an idol on top of an shelf.

--Its an altar to elementus,goddes of all.

-Goddes of all?what is that that you mean?

--Different religions I suppose

she holds a sunflower in her hand

--And to think people kill eachother for things like this ,right ?but Us wolf...we are different...

He lets out a grunt in agreement before grabbing a book with a green cover.

Its full of poems,tales And beautiful drawings.

--Oh thats mine,in my free time I like to make things...

--These are amazing mistress--he flipped through the book amazed by the Grace of her creations.

--You can flip through it,lets go downstairs and you can get some rest...come on

And so the afternoon goes away as both stay in silence, jimawari making the remedie and him looking at her art.

Theres an amazing,but unfinished drawing of him, he felt flattered.

A soft smile graced his lips its been a long time since he last smiled. --Its not done yet--hes startled as jima sits with him, handing him the medicinal tea--If you sit still ill be able to finish it

--Yes please--- Im sorry I meant...as you please mistress...

--Its flatterint hearing you calling me that, wolf, but use it when you have an actual excuse to use it

She winks at him grabbing the pencil inside of the book-stay still

The Mans cheeks are red as Fire,burning just like it as he nodds and keeps his posture.

He was probably making a fool of himself.

But its worth it when he gets to see her smile.

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Pre Fullmoon answers revealed💘!!!! Blessed be brothers and Sisters. The energy of the fullmoon in Aries nearing on top of pre mercury retrograde mishaps can be challenging. I hope this reading brings guidance and healing during these tough transitions Im here to help smooth the seas 🌙 . Card 1 WARRIOR WOMAN What are you being called to do or face that requires courage? If you weren’t afraid what would you do? Living a heart-and-soul-led life is not all fluffy and smooth sailing. Living a heart-and-soul-led life requires courage to triumph over fear. So often our fears are the gatekeepers to our greatest gifts. And the more resistance we have toward answering a call, the more important it is to our soul’s growth. . Card 2 DEEP REPLENISHMENT Retreat. Rest. Be held. The most selfless thing you can do is fill up your own inner well. Youre no good to anyone if your running on empty. The feminine is bountiful, fertile, rich. Tend to your own well and watch as the amount you have to give multiples. What nourishes you is your medicene. Do something that deeply replenishes you today. . Card 3 GET GROUNDED You are being called to get grounded. To ensure that your luminous field is clear & your inner well is full. If youre not grounded it is all too easy to get swept up in other peoples energies and mistake it for your own. If you chose this card, it is very likely you are an empath or a highly sensitive person, & need time alone to fill up your well, balance your energy.Get Grounded. Connect with Mother Earth, put your hands on a tree, Walk barefoot on the earth. . Card 4 PROTECTION You are being called to protect your energy and call back your power. May all the lost pieces return home now. Take a look at who and what drains your energy. Energetic cords are formed between people, places, objects and events, so it’s important to keep checking in. Your energy and energetic space are sacred, so treat them as such. . #earthangels #protection #oracle #guidance #getgrounded #oraclereading #pyschic #magic #friday #selfcare #workyourlight #intuition #love #warrior #deepreplenishment #spiritual #energy #fullmoon # https://www.instagram.com/p/B3gL6ljHoya/?igshid=1fi5xvyqoab9r

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This article popped on my news feed this week and here are some of the things I thought:

1. At first read it resonated because I’m still on my journey of exploring ways to tend to my emotions (particularly anger in this case) in racial justice work and voicing experiences of being racialized.  So it is refreshing to read something that pushes against some of the social restrictions/codes of emotions (particularly women’s emotions) and how those restrictions can operate to silence women of color.  

2. Also as I read the article,  I started thinking of the notion of anger as beloved. Is that weird? I asked myself myself, the idea of loving one’s anger?  And then I thought yeah, anger can be hella righteous and sacred, and those are lovable traits.  But what if we live in a society that oppresses folks and particularly women who are angry then maybe as Women of Color, we can develop feelings of shame about our anger.  I couldn’t help thinking about the politics of emotions, and how they play both into supremacy and patriarchy.  For example, when women’s emotions are tied to desirability and gender codes which switch form culture to culture and from time to time. I know there was a time for example, when a woman frowning was considered to be a tied to her character as good, and her goodness was also determined by her functionality in a gendered system.  And an overly smiley woman was rebellious or seen as promiscuous, etc.   And in our contemporary context it’s coded differently where a smiling, happy woman is a virtuous woman and but rarely is anger tied to virtue or positive character attributes in women.  So that has implications for women who are going to be living with anger (health and wellness implications too).  

3.  I also thought about how it is hard to live with anger over a long period of time, it’s quite a burden to bear.  There are implications for relational, physical and mental health and wellness.  And if you’re gifted with anger (how I am choosing to view it for the purposes of this conversation), I’ve learned it’s kind of like Elsa’s in Frozen :).  From personal experience I know that it is a powerful emotion that can do damage (and also the bodily chemicals associated it can apparently be addictive) and that has to be tended to well, and I’m still learning.  But I’m wondering to, do we have adequate private and public spaces to tend to our anger?  Where our anger can be celebrated for it’s proper function, as an indicator that things are not well in the world?  For many people faith and spirituality practices may play an important role.  Personally, I am thankful for the people who exposed me to an expansive enough theology in my faith that let me know my anger had it’s place in my redeemed faith identity, but we are yet to have these types of expansive theologies inform much our communal faith practices in a way that cares for souls with diverse emotional lives.    

4. Another oppressive practice I just thought that can be directed to those living with anger related to issues of racialization or concern about racial justice, is approaching their anger as reductive or exclusive.  As if, if you’re angry you’re nothing else.  But those of us who live with anger that is constant or recurring due to an issue that is ongoing often can experience our anger alongside a host of other feelings, like feeling happy, sad, excited, bored, or feeling peaceful, thankful, etc.  I have been thinking about this recently while giving attention to the genre of rap music.  And with my noticeable Kendrick Lamar habit that I’m on right now, I found myself listening to interviews and I loved how in one case he spoke about the legacy of aggression in his art form, particularly West Coast movements of gangsta rap that he grew up on as a resident of Compton. When I watch Kendrick Lamer converse I tend to love the juxtaposition of his gentle chill deposition against that of his music and performance presence (similar to Tupac Shakur).  I often find some of the great artists of his genre to be introspective and almost soft spoken, yet we are seldom challenged to take them as whole humans with a spectrum of emotions and characteristics.

So for all the people who are living with anger and with particular love to those living with anger regarding concerns over racial justice or their racialized experience, I hope you experience lots of grace in your journey of “working through” or “working with” your anger. If and when you do harm to yourself and those around you on your way to learning how to live with your anger, I hope you experience growth, maturity, self-forgiveness, healing and grace.  Even sooner than I did I hope you recognize the toll and task of carrying you anger so that you can think through ways to replenish yourself and give to yourself, understand your limits in relationship in every season.  I hope you find supportive community and if it take a long time I pray you find strength in other ways.   For the times that it’s so intense you can’t breathe, I hope you make it through knowing you are not alone and nothing is wrong with you, in fact there is a very special place for you in Creation, you are needed and beloved and rather wonderful. And it does get easier in a sense, as you do your work, still intense but maybe not as traumatic with more self awareness.  

And at the end of the day, even though anger can feel ugly and painful it can also be the gateway to beautiful experiences, relationships, reconciliation, justice and creativity.  

Also I’m always open to connecting (when I can) as I expand my own supportive network and desire to offer support to others on a similar path.