#water mom au

[minijenn]

The way I would write an entire Water Mom AU fic and make it soft and fluffy as hell if only I didn't work a full time job and could just sit in front of my computer all day crying over that fucking blue alien and her adopted son I swear to god

[deikshen]

I love getting Shen Qingqiu pregnant (and it's funny that just today I've done it twice already), so... Shen Yuan who transmigrates into Shen Qingqiu, and in the midst of his medical check-up with Mu Qingfang about that whole qi deviation thing, Mu Qingfang hints that perhaps the qi deviation was due to using too much of his qi to pause his pregnancy.

Shen Qingqiu it's like: pardon??? Pregnancy?????

Sure enough, the System confirms: Shen Qingqiu's body is pregnant! And Mu Qingfang, falling into all that of a certain amnesia after the qi deviation, explains to him that he has a pregnancy in a very early stage that he never wanted to interrupt, but "the responsibilities around him, responsibilities that only grew" were too much to have a baby at that time. And he's been putting off his baby's growth with qi... for a long time.

Shen Qingqiu asks him very, very quickly how the hell he can keep doing that. No. He's not having a baby. He's just getting a new body. He just died. What the fuck. Thanks, but no thanks.

Of course, later on, with Without-a-cure, it is very difficult to continue diverting his qi to keep the baby hidden and not growing inside him. At this point, Shen Qingqiu does not terminate the pregnancy just because... Because he does not feel capable. Plus, he feels a little guilty; the original goods could have terminated that pregnancy if he had wanted to. What gave him, an impostor in a stolen body, the right to end a life that the original Shen Qingqiu was so jealously protecting? He had already taken one life. He would not take a second.

So even he does need more qi about it, and if he needs Mu Qingfang's external qi to hide it during the larger outbreaks of Without-a-cure, Shen Qingqiu decides that maybe he'll give the baby a chance to be born when he has to throw Binghe into the Abyss. The house will be empty by then, won't it? And will be sad. And painful. And he'll need a distraction.

One month before the IAC, Shen Qingqiu lets go of the qi seal and allows the baby finally to continue growing. It is strange to feel it, and even stranger to feel it grow. Mu Qingfang congratulates him on his decision, explains what symptoms he will have to deal with in the coming weeks, what tea is best to avoid, what herbs he should drink. Shen Qingqiu is tense, distant and somewhat nervous, fearing something dangerous or close to a qi deviation since he was not actively sealing the baby now. His body still has to get used to the enormous hormonal chaos that will gradually subside; Shen Qingqiu is resigned and hateful, but he simply decides that it will not be something that will keep him awake at night.

The IAC passes. The morning after Shen Qingqiu throws Binghe into the abyss is painful and filled with tears and the first signs of morning sickness. Unfortunate timing, as many other Peak Lords and Sect Leaders see him nearly faint and run off to vomit.

What Shen Qingqiu doesn't expect (or, knowing the reputation of the original Shen Qingqiu, should expect) are the rumors.

Shen Qingqiu is jealously protecting his small belly bump, hiding it before it is necessary to say it, but it is inevitable that it will be discovered. It's surprisingly less well received than he expected. His refusal to speak about what happened to Luo Binghe, his refusal to give him up for dead, his enormous sadness, her refusal to tell the identity of the baby's other father... Shen Qingqiu is hearing the rumors from his own disciples before Shang Qinghua and his spy nets of An Ding disciples bring him the news that the rumors have already spread.

Apparently, everyone believes that Shen Qingqiu was having an affair with his spoiled disciple Luo Binghe ("He even bet so much on him and his victory in the IAC!"), and when a beast killed his beloved disciple, Shen Qingqiu fell into a heartbreaking sadness from which he could only be freed by the fruit of his love that was now growing in his womb.

Sensitive, loud, chaotic. Shang Qinghua mocks him. Shen Qingqiu hits him with his fan and insults him. Living with the author is an unpleasant nuisance when Shang Qinghua confirms that he never wrote about Shen Qingqiu being pregnant, although he didn't actually write about things that later happened either. The world filling in the plot holes, he says, and Shen Qingqiu hates it.

Pregnancy is a painless process. Shen Qingqiu suffers through it like anyone else, but he has his good moments. He gets excited about the baby. Mu Qingfang confirms to him that its a boy. He lulls him to sleep when he wakes him up in the middle of the night with kicks. Even before he is born, he is already causing trouble; Shen Qingqiu finds himself loving this little boy very much and wishing, after all this time, to finally meet him.

The baby is born. If Shen Qingqiu was curious about the identity of the second father, nothing on the baby's face tells it; it is a sweet and cute baby identical to Shen Qingqiu, except for some undeniably big and beautiful eyes.

He also has his own character: he cries a lot, he only calms down in Shen Qingqiu's arms, he hates strangers coming close, he cries when someone else carries him, and enjoys when Shen Qingqiu sings to him. He is quickly loved and spoiled by the entire sect and his disciples.

Shen Qingqiu allows himself to forget that he will only have four years to live for this baby. Luo Binghe will return seeking revenge, and Shen Qingqiu does not plan to escape; as long as he allows the baby to live, and as long as Cang Qiong don't burn, he can hand himself over to Luo Binghe's revenge.

(Of course he has prepared sun-moon dew mushrooms. He's not an idiot. He also has enough legal scrolls that in case he dies, his baby will stay with Shang Qinghua and the anonymous brother Shang; Shang Qinghua will run away with his little one and they will meet in a village far away, where the "anonymous brother" lived. Shen Qingqiu would raise his son as an anonymous herbalist and they would live as simple NPCs without bothering anyone.)

Shen Qingqiu has his beloved little baby and a plan. It is a surprise to him when, one night, there is a knock on his door. His baby is just over a year and a half old, he stammers a few words, he learned the dangerous art of walking and running; so little time, so much domestic comfort, of course Shen Qingqiu does not expect disciples returning from the Endless Abyss directly to his doorstep.

Yet there he is. Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe who looks at him with an unfathomable expression, dirty in blood, with torn robes. He is unbearably handsome, tall and with a heavy black sword on his back.

Shen Qingqiu is frozen, only thinking about running away with his baby, when Luo Binghe just falls to his knees in front of him.

("Shizun, the rumors are strong, even in the Abyss. When did this horrible disciple disgrace his Shizun like this? Will Shizun be able to forgive this one for his mistakes? If the Abyss was the punishment Shizun intended for this disciple's behaviour, then this one understands. Please forgive this horrible beast for his audacity.")

Shen Qingqiu had already made peace with the rumors. He actually tried to ignore them most of the time. So, for Luo Binghe of all people to believe them ("As if there was any way to forget... that!!! It takes two to make a baby, and you and I didn't do it...!!!"), and even more so, to feel guilty about them… As if something in Luo Binghe's head made him believe that if he were to get infected by the sex pollen of some flower, he could really dishonor his Shizun like that! For that you first need to want it with this Shizun, silly boy!

Shen Qingqiu knows that he has no chance to lie to him, less in something like that. As soon as Luo Binghe finds out that his son has no Heavenly Demon blood in his veins, it will be risky and dangerous. He wants to tell him the truth. He has to tell him the truth.

... However, who can blame a man for having a little hope that everything will eventually work out? Perhaps he should show the baby first, his little offspring, to making him understand that its a harmless baby and does not deserve to suffer. But who could blame him for wanting Luo Binghe to not notice the truth and just accept it and stay as if he had never left?

... Probably the same people who might blame Shen Qingqiu when he presented his sleeping son to Luo Binghe (after letting him bathe and eat something decent), and just a caress on his baby's pale forehead with the careful claw of Luo Binghe caused a red zuiyin to appear.

What the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK?! Airplane, WHO THE FUCK DID SHEN QINGQIU HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH??! WHAT OTHER HEAVENLY DEMONS ARE THERE?! HOW FUCKING LONG HAS THAT BABY BEEN HIDING?!

...

(Somewhere beneath the mountain, Tianlang-jun sneezes. Ah. Strong-willed human cultivators of pretty faces and bad temper. They were always his weakness. One would think that someone like Tianlang-jun would learn after being abandoned by a wandering cultivator apprenticed to a demonic cultivator with a very bad reputation, but, it was not the art of love also having a broken heart?)

[quesocheeso]

Honestly I saw it as he just shapeshifted into a more female body and got pregnant like that, I wouldn't be shocked if both wukong and macaque can shift into different genders or beings 🤔

See that’s another version I’ve seen people do, and it’s cool but it wouldn’t work in this au at least by how I’ve described the process of birth/procreation

First major problem would be the shapeshifter having to keep their womb even after bombayayaing cause if they don’t I’d consider that as cancelling the subscription y’know, canceling the free trial after you finished the one movie, you don’t have access to anything after the trial

So while they could start the procreation through shapeshifting they’d have to keep that up the whole time

Which is where the next problem is: the pregnancy takes a lot and I mean A LOT of power/magic from the user, since the baby is using it all up concentrating on forming their own magical presence, the whole time the pregnant person is losing bits of their magic and often can’t concentrate on their main powers up until the end, Sunset!Mac lost most of his magic at least half way through, and his glamour and shifting ability kept flickering at the very beginning up until it was too much keeping them up.

So even if the process was started, the person shapeshifting wouldn’t be able to hold onto their shifted form for long after, once again cancelling their subscription plan because they didn’t pay their wifi and couldn’t consistently access the application

Could the partner share their magic just like they do after the birth? I mean possibly but that’s like using your neighbors wifi, you don’t know when it’ll lock you out and getting so much magic from someone else probably isn’t very good for your body in the long run🤔

So the shapeshifting route really wouldn’t work in this au😔

[cygnus-is-tired]

So I’ve been lurking in the gravity falls tags for a bit and seen quite a few vampire Fiddleford aus. Which is wonderful don’t get me wrong, but most of them lean into the more classic victorian aesthetic. I however, wanted to lean more in a southern direction, I drew on some classic cowboyish designs as ways for him to hide his… affliction

Cowboy hat to shade his eyes and cover his ears (sorta)

Bandana to shield his teeth from view

Boots and messy jeans (because every farmer/ worker I know is always covered in various muck and viscera) to cover any blood he may accidentally leave on him

Vest because it looks neat

[lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus]

At a minute or two til two (Pt. 2)

[1], 2

Hi everyone! I'm back with the second installment of my To Die Today series! >:3c I already have an idea for part 3, so I'll do my best to update you. Comments and tags really help me know you enjoyed it and want more!! So let me know if you love it like I do; much love!

Trigger warnings: same as part 1, but with some throw-up, a panic attack, and a touch of deadly ideation. No beta, we die like Steve.

He doesn’t remember much, but he still thinks about that place he visited. He always yearns to go back to the absolute peace when things get too loud.

Sometimes, he just wishes he could fade into black. He can still hear the waves every now and then calling, and his soul yearns.

From the incident on, Steve had a faint scar; it rested on the back of his neck and wrapped around slightly to the side. It refused to fade.

He hid it with concealer.

He hid it with his hair.

He was still doubtful on whether or not he had died. Or, what it meant to him.

It had to’ve been a fluke…

… Right?

Maybe it just took him a little longer to… bite the dust?

The next time he died, he was 10.

His parents were away for the week as they did more and more often these days, and it was the start of summer.

The crisp bite of cold water reduced the sting of the sun, and there was really no other place to be. He spent his days poolside, enjoying ice pops and canned soda from his parent’s cooler. He’d run and jump and splash and play until his skin shriveled from water or split from the sun. Whichever came last.

This was the summer he learned a vital lesson.

See, there are rules when you go to the pool or pond or really anywhere to do with water. But Steve was just a kid; rules were put in place by adults because they didn’t like to have fun.

So he ignored them.

It was Thursday, midday, and he’d just gotten off the phone with his parents. His mom was checking in and making sure he was safe and being smart, and he reassured her he was. And he was, for someone who had yet to learn certain hard truths.

He ran to jump back into the pool, but there was just one millisecond where the traction failed under his feet, and his heart leapt in it.

And that was enough. 

A puddle on concrete.

One second, he was pool-bound, and the next, everything went black. Color shot into his world again as his vision came back, yet left his eyes unfocused. Vague and unseeing. He experienced the sound and distant vibrations at the same time he heard an earth-shattering crack and bone-shaking rumble. His eyes opened again to see bloody concrete roll away, and he distantly felt like an egg being cracked open.

The ‘splash’ came second to the cool sensation crashing around him. Enveloping him. Eating him alive. What little oxygen he had bubbled to the top of his lungs, most slipping out in a silent but all-consuming exhale.

His eyes burned as chlorine forced its way in; sparks ripped their way around his eye socket and popped inside his skull.

His lungs were on fire - conflicted and stretched to the max to save what little oxygen they could. He wanted to scream. All he did was choke.

The heavy swish and weight of water in his nose and throat unsettled him, and he heaved. Body flexing and struggling as dark blues began to bloom with a soft black. He coughed. All he got was a lung full of water and the endless feeling of throwing up.

Something sharp catches on his throat and covers his flooded windpipe for a moment - something flimsy that bent with the water. Some brown debris coughs its way out of his system and triggers his gag reflex again. His tears are like lava.

His last thoughts are just how heavy and muted everything feels: the sound of water in his ear, the cold darkness that envelops him, and how his body screams.

He doesn’t know how long he chokes and burns.

Is this what dying feels like?

He just wants to go back. Why couldn’t it be like last time? With the beach and the waves? Instead of feeling hot water forced out his nose and back into his lungs?

–

There was no peace. No comfort like last time. Instead, he wakes up and feels his weak body burn, trying to suck in air while purging the water. After an eternity of choking, a warm static embraces him, granting sweet numbness as he drifts again. A few hours feel like minutes before he’s dragged into the cycle again.

–

Three days pass before his body floats to the surface. Three days of a small, infinite torture before he feels dry heat on his back. When he comes to, his body kicks fruitlessly again, and his arms swing around, desperately trying to find the surface. He chokes and vomits water back into himself. Something feels different. He doesn’t have time to investigate as he’s purely in fight or flight mode, his body out of control and flailing.

Things go black again.

–

Eventually, he finds himself floating over to the shallow end. He hits a wall, and when he scrambles back to consciousness, his feet hit the pool’s ground as he gags and expels water from his nose and mouth and lungs, flailing wildly. His hands find a ledge and pull.

When the sun sets, he comes to with snot, water, and blood running down his face and pooling on the concrete beneath him.

–

It took two days for the rot and swelling to go down. During that time, as his body worked to mend itself, half in the pool and half out, his mind drifted to that pleasant space. No more was this pain and fire. Instead, there was finally fuzzy peace.

His mind relaxed, and his soul just… floated. It was dark, the ocean. Rain clouded the sky in dark grays, rolling and tumbling onto each other like the very waves they kissed. It was cold.

The churning of the waves put him at peace. It could never be horrifying, despite looking into the mouth of some cosmic horror. Instead, it felt… outside himself. It was all simply a part of the universe as death and creation rolled onto itself, creating the peacefully roiling and vicious clouds. It did him no harm, and he knew it wouldn’t, so he existed and felt.

Everything ached. His head throbbed with dehydration, as it felt like every drop of water was wrenched out of him. Railroad spikes of pain hammered into the side of his skull, practically nailing him to the ground as he writhed. He felt nauseous and on fire. His mouth was dry, his skin burned, everything inside him ached, and the sun and water felt like needles on his arms and legs.

Water. He needed water. Water and shade. His body screamed as he used what little strength he had left to pull his torso up and roll himself out of the pool. His skin burned where it met the abrasive concrete, and Steve barely processed the blood stains beneath him. He could feel his tight skin stretch with the movement, almost as if it would tear at any second.

Minisculely, he crawled over to the patio door. When he reached up for the handle, that tight feeling in his skin came back in a warning, so he instead clawed the door open from the floor. Getting over the door track was like shuffling through barbed wire, but the cold of the tile instantly replaced the burning.

Catching his breath on the floor, Steve looked around while panting. The sink was his first thought, but he couldn’t reach it like this. He couldn’t stand, and he definitely couldn’t reach it, so the refrigerator it was.

Scooting himself along, he reached into the blissfully cold fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Sitting up as best he could, he twisted the cap, winced at the burn of his wrist, and downed the bottle. A blast of frosty spikes took over his mouth before moving to his throat and stomach. It hurt as much as it helped.

Gasping between swallows, he held the cold plastic to his face and breathed at the relief it brought. The second bottle he took slower to prevent the frigid pain, uncaring about any that escaped his lips. It was like a balm across his too-hot skin anyway.

His stomach cramped and heaved at the freezing intrusion while he fought down the urge to vomit.

Keep it down, force it down, you’re not going to throw up, you’re not- vomit surged up before he could repress it and left him shaking, freezing, overheating, and crying. The stench bloomed through the kitchen and stung his nose. Clutching his water bottle, he scooted across the floor, snot running down his face as he took hiccuping sips. His arms hurt as his shoulders moved with each cry.

Giving up, he laid down as far from the vomit as he could and rested his body against the cold tiles, sighing at the minor relief. Catching his breath, he quickly sank into a rough sleep, his mind replaying the sensation of falling and being unable to breathe.

He woke with a pounding headache, temples squeezing him and tile warm beneath. Spotting the forgotten bottle, he ripped it open and chugged the remains. The room-temperature water set right in his body and, thankfully, didn’t cause any cramping this time. Shakely, he got up on all fours, crawled to the fridge, and stretched over his vomit - ew - to pull another few bottles.

He eventually managed to stand up after what felt like hours of trying. By then, he’d already drunk his room-temperature water and was feeling somewhat better. Not entirely, but at least his headache had dulled.

Cold showers helped, and when he tried to put on a shirt, his body screamed in pain at the stretch and sensation of fabric. So he went shirtless and passed out face-down in his bed.

His parents came home the following morning. They bustled in with luggage and bags, his mom chatting happily to Steve from the other room.

“Oh, darling, you look dead on your feet!”

Steve didn’t have the energy or strength in him to find it funny.

His dad made a displeased noise. “Where’s your shirt? Did we raise an ignorant heathen? Put a damn shirt on - you’re not a kid anymore,” he rumbled.

His mom came around the counter and reached for his face, stopping short, and a worried look locked on her face. “Darling, your shoulders, what happened? They look so red. Did you get sunburned? Oh, I know I taught you to wear sunscreen.” The ends of her eyes scrunched up in an attempted smile.

“Did I stutter? Put a damn shirt on!” His father growled from the kitchen. Steve held in a sigh and resigned himself to the pain. He’d just have to get over it, as his father would say.

He turned around, and before he could get a step further, his mother gasped and dropped her bags.

“Steven! Your back!” She sounded horrified, and Steve tried to turn around and see what she was talking about, but his neck protested and burned too much. He could feel her body heat when she came up behind him.

His father’s footfalls even came closer. “What on Earth…”

“I’ve never seen it this bad before - ever…” His mother trailed off, voice a bit wobbly.

-

Dr. Goodmund, his pediatrician, took one look at Steve’s back and muttered, “Well, that can’t be good.”

-

They ended up going to the hospital.

On the way into the ICU, Steve was lectured by his parents and the staff on the importance of sunscreen.

It wasn’t his fault, but he couldn’t just say that without his father seeing it as an excuse. He was already mad about how “it’s always something” with Steve or that “he must’ve been truly dumb to let it get this bad and not notice.” “It’s a visual thing, Steve.” He’d say. “How could you not see it? Or feel it, for that matter?” He gripped Steve’s upper arm tight - sunburn screaming as the swollen and blistered skin was squeezed, “When we get home…”

Richard didn’t have to finish that for him to know what was coming.

Steve wanted to go back to the rolling storm over the gray sea.

-

The nurses, already a step ahead, began bustling about getting things ready and set up. The doctor started talking with them and wrote some things down on the clipboard.

The doctors say he'll need a skin graft.

But if he can't feel it, is it really that bad? He says as much, and the doctor stays impassive. "That is a common misconception." They explained. "See, the damage here goes all the way to or through the hypodermis - the bottommost layer of skin, which is right above the muscle. Which means that with severe burns, it travels through all the layers of protection our body makes and damages the nerve receptors. When these are shot, we typically can't feel anything.

"Now, what we're going to do is administer a painkiller – looks like you've got some second-degree burns too, which I'm sure you can feel – and start you on an antibiotic. Looks like some of these lesions are already becoming infected, and we want to solve that. We'll also start you on an IV so that we can replace some of your fluids."

Steve liked them. He felt much more seen than with Dr. Goodmund.

When the doctors walked away, his mom approached his bed. His dad had opted to go home. Her voice was a whisper," It happened again, didn't it?" Steve was quiet, head hanging low. Mom reaches for him, something broken and defeated in her eyes. She stops right before touching him. "It happened again, and I wasn't there to help. What happened?"

Steve was instantly brought back to the sensations of drowning, and he suddenly couldn't breathe. All he could feel was water in his throat and nose and lungs. He coughed violently, trying to clear his throat from the sensation and failing.

A nurse was called.

It didn't help.

–

Using two mirrors, he eventually saw what everyone was talking about. The apex of his shoulders had black and deep red dimples that dug into his skin, all varying in size — some as small as a fingernail and others as large as a baseball. Ragged, torn, and infected flesh patched itself around the lesions in a red-and-black fashion. Yellowish but transparent welts the size of his palm and the girth of his fist littered his back and legs.

Instead of the red color he was used to when he got sunburned, he was met with waxy, white, and cracked skin.

The flesh was swollen.

The flesh was tender.

The flesh was going to scar.

–

The sight of it made his mother cry.

His father said it's what he deserves.

They eventually stopped looking.

–

The blood never did fade from the concrete, no matter how much Steve tried.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Does Anya ever show dal any affection? Not even tossing a ball far away to distract his staring? How do you even resist that face?!

What’s Sal’s best trick? The waving is super cute.

Not... so much lol. She's not mean to him at all! Just awkwardly professional with him considering he is, in fact, a dog. Like if he brings her a ball, she will very politely tell him, "No thank you" and then fidget while he stares at her until Lexa or Raven intervenes 🤦‍♀️ She's tried to pat his head in the past but then that just leads to him him wanting to lean on her, which in turn inevitably leads to him wanting to sit on her, and then everything just devolves and again, "No, no. No thank you. Sal, that's not—........ Lexa he's crushing me 😐"

He's only got a few tricks up his paw thanks to his hips, so the waving thing is probably his most impressive. But he can balance a treat on his nose pretty decently and cover his eyes if Lexa tells him to, and also play dead if Lexa yells BANG and pretends to shoot him. But it's not uhhh the most graceful death in the world 🥴 he kinda goes down in increments and floppy limbs because of his hips and so the effect is just... well it's ridiculous to watch

[navybrat817]

How is the weekend almost over, lovelies?! Getting ready to take the kiddos to the pool and all I want to do is sleep. They'll have fun though. 🥰

I plan to have Part 5 of Hold You Tight posted this evening. And we get a little bit of spice in this chapter. ❤️‍🔥

Hope the weekend is going well or the week is off to a good start. ❤️

[skyward-floored]

Thinking about the tfh Links in Incredibles au again. What’s a good secondary power for someone who occasionally can see the future?

[theluckywizard]

Kiss Me Moonstruck, Ch. 20: Per Chantry Code

Hawke x Trevelyan | Dragon Age 2 | Matchmaking Mischief | Fluff and Smut | Fish out of Water | Romantic Comedy

Chapter Summary:

Rose finds herself at the mercy of the Chantry's finest. Garrett finds her.

Fic Summary:

Smashed together in a matchmaking scheme cooked up by their enterprising mothers, Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are forced to endure one another for a whole week over Satinalia at the Hawke Estate. Rose hears he’s a swashbuckling treasure hunter, as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. Garrett suspects she’s a brat of an ingenue by the string of rejected marriage proposals behind her. Determined to prove to the other that they could not be less compatible, they quickly find their mothers’ plot might be working better than they thought.

Excerpt under the cut 👇

“She’s through there, Knight-Captain,” says Paxley in the front. “Emeric went next door. We put her in lyrium shackles, but I think she’s just a mixed up lady or summat.”

“Good. Until we know for certain, we follow protocol, Paxley.”

Rose sits up from her sullen slump, cocking her head to watch between the iron bars as the templar comes through. He stops just across the threshold, flipping through paperwork on a scribe board and brushing a finger over his feeble attempt at a mustache. 

“Lady Rose Trevelyan,” he reads from the paperwork. “That’s the name you gave?”

She nods, but doesn’t say anything yet, unsure of what manner of address she’d like to apply to this glorified tin can. He continues speaking to his board.

“I’m here to determine the viability of the case against you,” he says, and then looks up. “Knight-Captain Cullen Rutherford.”

Rose contorts her furious frown into a more palatable look of dismay.

“Open the cell, Paxley.”

Puzzled, Rose looks about. “You’re letting me out?”

“It will be easier to read you without bars between us,” he explains. His crisp professionalism sets her alight like kindling, her pulse an irate gallop in her neck. She’s let out and maneuvered toward a banged up table beneath a dusty window.

The Knight-Captain settles across from her. He’s young. At least— she thinks so. Difficult to tell with those cavernous rings under his eyes. A head of fair hair reminiscent of a Brandel’s terrier over an outrageously symmetrical face. If he didn’t look like he’s dangling from his last fiber of sanity, he might be distractingly gorgeous.

His hardened appraisal relents momentarily and he draws a folded handkerchief from his hip pack, offering it across the table. Rose measures him, wondering if she should take anything from these sanctimonious curs.

“For the smell,” he says, a glimmer of pity in his expression.

Rose’s shoulders fall in defeat. She reaches up with her right hand, only for the shackles to end its travel and then makes a minor drama of taking it with both bound hands and cleaning the bits of green and brown from her face.

“Do you understand the charges?”

Rose huffs. “I’m not an imbecile. What’s the fine?”

“I’ll be getting to that. First, I have some questions. Then we need to determine whether you’re a mage yourself.”

“Me?” she cries. “My parents would have shuffled me off to the Circle the first chance they could if that were remotely true. I’m not a mage.” The Knight-Captain scratches a note as he answers with a doubtful tilt of his head.

“So you’ve said,” he says dryly. He looks up again. “Forgive me if I don’t take your word for it.”

“Can’t you read my— my aura or something?”

“You might be suppressing it,” he says with such a clinical finality that Rose scoffs.

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Here is part two of our expanded headcanons:

-Tuk is every parents worst nightmare. Her siblings are so much older than her, she has been desensitized to everything. When Lo’ak and Kiri were Tuk’s age they were fighting over a toy, but Tuk is pretty sure she’s ready for an Ikran. She is the ringleader of all her friendgroups and she can manipulate anyone into anything. She was the youngest to do everything in her family just to keep up with her siblings, and that means she knows so much more than all her friends her age. She taught them all the swear words they know, and she definitely told every child in the clan how babies are made as soon as Lo’ak told her and they were ALL way too young to know. 

-When Tuk was born Lo'ak and Spider were literally so upset she couldn't play with them for a while. You would think it wouldn't be them who'd want her around, but they just want her to be able to do more than crawl already. Therefore Tuk learns to walk the fastest out of all the Sully kids, because Spider and Lo'ak keep losing patience. They stand her up with Spider holding her hands and Lo'ak hovering with his hands at her sides at least once a day until she learns to stand on her own.

-Tuk also learns to speak the fastest. It's to get the attention of her siblings and to get a word in when they all talk over each other at the same time. This is not to say she's somehow smarter, she is simply adapting to her surroundings.

-One time when Tuk was around two Jake stubbed his toe and said "fuck" in English. He was alone with her, and didn't give it much thought until she whispered "I know what that means," also in English.

-Tuk is a why child, just like Lo'ak was. There has to be a reason for literally everything and she will not let it go. She is then the most educated toddler ever, because her siblings aren't quite old enough to get fully frustrated with her yet and usually just answer her endless questions.

-Tuk teaches every other toddler in the village everything she knows, answering endless why questions that no one else is asking, teaching an audience that is paying varying amounts of attention.

-As much as the other kids call her the baby, they spend a lot of time letting her join them doing things that they did not do at her age. They are enablers as much as they are co-conspirators.

-Who do you think taught Tuk to threaten to tell Neytiri, because she didn't think of it herself.

-Lo'ak: Tuk, go with Kiri, me and Spider are going flying.

Tuk: Kiri says I can't go to that part of the forest.

Lo'ak, unknowingly releasing the beast: Just tell her you'll tell mom where she's going if she doesn't bring you.

[sleepingsongbird]

Alrighty so I’m finally getting around to writing some modern au One Piece fic so I figured I should probably share some background for it!

Everything is set in one giant city and I have put way too much thought into this

City is roughly split up between the “four emperors”

The Grand Line(NE-SW) is the main commercial street that runs through the center of the city where every large group has a front. It intersects Red Street(NW-SE) which divides the territories. The Hospital sits at the East corner of where the Grand line and red street intersect.

Big mom’s pastries

The Red Force bar - cocktail bar

Kids repair shop

The Amazon Lily - Boa Hancock’s strip club

Rayleigh is a legal consultant and the only piece of neutral territory on the grand line

Marinefold- the Town hall sits dead center of Red street

Lodge square - located in the center in front of city hall

Pacifista church - run by Kuma, large mega church

Etc.

The Heart territory is a couple blocks in the East side that spans from Law’s apartment to the employee entrance of the hospital

All of the Hearts work either at the hospital or the Heart Club

Hearts are highly territorial despite being in Red Hairs area

The Hearts have tattoos but no markings on their medical uniforms

The large hospital where Law works is neutral territory and pretty much every doctor/surgeon there is affiliated with a group

The white coats of the doctors each have the symbol of their affiliated group embroidered with white thread. Each major group has at least one doctor that is deemed safe to go to

Kaido is a Yakuza group and Kin'emon’s group is the remnants of the Kozuki clan that are trying to retake the territory

East side is Red Hair

Locations-

Baratie- restaurant Sanji works at and common meeting place of the Straw Hats

Water 7- Large mechanic shop, Franky uses one of the workshops there for personal projects and to repair their Van(The Sunny)

The Heart Club- A below ground nightclub owned by Law

Patty’s bar- Run by Makino and frequented by Shanks

Mihawk’s Dojo- Zoro frequently trains there

Elegia recordings - Run by Shanks and started to Publish his daughter’s music

Uta started as a streamer then starting doing live performances once her popularity grew, she is often out of the city on tour

She is a very active protester and has been arrested multiple times

Soul KIng - Music supply shop owned by brook

Brook who was a famous musician who faked his death and moved into town to avoid the publicity (still very recognizable)

The straw hats live friends style with 3 apartments on the same floor. They are the local menaces and are constant up in everyone’s business

North Side is Kaido

Locations

Onigashima- Formally called the Kozuki theater was taken over by Kaido and turned into a club. Run by Orochi but paid for by Kaido. The daughter of Oden works undercover as a dancer.

Oden restaurant - Named after the late boss of the Kozuki family is run by his friends and son, current front to the Kozuki Yakuza group

DonQuixote Inc. headquarters- Center of Doffy’s operations and front for the family

Dressrosa Casino - run by Doflamingo. Hosts fights at its arena. Formerly run by the Riku family, Viola Riku currently sits on the board.

Punk Labs- Caesar’s lab, Donquixote is their parent company. Was formally run by Vegapunk.

Cipher pol - Government intelligence. Has agents stationed in every region

-Local occult shop run by Hawkins. Perona works part time doing seances

West side is Big Mom

Locations

Germa 66 publishing company- a well known action comic publishing company owned and run by Sanji’s family

Thriller Bark - Haunted house run by Gecko Moria

Zoo - Run by a wildlife conservation group called Zou

Drum University Campus - known for its medical programs ​

South side is Whitebeard

Locations

Local Police station

Alabasta Gallery - an upscale art gallery. Formerly run by the Nefertari family has recently become a front for the Baroque Works gang run by Crocodile selling counterfeit art

The family heir Vivi is a curator trying to gain evidence to take down Crocodile and restore the Gallery to its former glory.

Museum - has previously bought works from the prestigious Alabasta gallery. Robin works as a curator and researcher there.

The yami - dive bar run by Blackbeard

The coast(East Coast)

Impel Down- High security prison located on an island off the coast

Enies Lobby- an old mansion island now used for major celebrity and political events

The big top - an amusement park and circus located on the boardwalk. Run by Buggy. Alvida runs the big top in his absence.

Buggy is the primary informant in the city and also works as a clown at the local hospital to cheer up the patients and gather information.

The Barto Club - a bar and exclusive club dedicated to the strawhats gang. Run by Bartolomeo. Invitation only.

The Polar Tang- Luxury Yacht that Is outfitted with a full medical infirmary owned by the Hearts

Outskirts

Cocoyasi orchards - citrus farm owned by Nami’s family run by Nojiko

Baltago Cafe - front for the revolutionary army, an anarchistic group opposing the government. Koala is their head barista. Militia operations run by Dragon. Sabo is a member.

Feel free to use this as inspiration or setting for any fanfic or art just tag me so I can check it out!

[jotawaifu]

Kiss Art Challenge 14 - Anything!

[frodothefair]

Huge inside joke with Mr. Nisile that nobody will get, but I feel the need to post it anyway.

Gaffer: Marigold, ever since you married Frodo you use far too much lavender to wash your sheets and clothes! You two are going to die of lavender poisoning, mark my words!

[cantsayidont]

It's a day ending in "y," so here are some more movies, most of them bad:

DIAVOLO IN CORPO (1986): Sexually explicit but generally lackluster Franco-Italian drama about an affair between a high school boy, Andrea (Federico Pitzalis), and a 20something woman called Giulia (Maruschka Detmers), who's engaged to a political prisoner currently lobbying for release under a new clemency law. Loosely adapted from Raymond Radiguet's 1923 novel LE DIABLE AU CORPS, the film departs so much from the original story that one struggles to see the point: In the novel, the boy (who narrates) and his mistress (whose name is Marthe, not Giulia) are both teenagers — when they meet, they're 15 and 18 respectively — and Marthe is engaged and later married to a soldier away fighting in WW1. Stripped of that context, Radiguet's sardonic first-person narration, and most of the novel's plot, the script preoccupies itself with painting Giulia as a maniac who threatens to castrate her young lover while he's sleeping and may have had an affair with his therapist father — bleah! (The book, which Radiguet wrote at 18 and which was at least semi-autobiographical, has been adapted several times, some more faithful than others.) CONTAINS LESBIANS: No. VERDICT: Greatly inferior to the source novel, with little to offer besides sex and misogyny.

THE MACK (1973): Unexceptional blaxploitation drama about an ex-con called Goldie (Max Julian), newly released after five years in prison on a robbery beef, who decides to reinvent himself as a pimp, much to the dismay of his politically conscious brother (Roger E. Mosley). Richard Pryor has a noncomedic supporting role as Goldie's childhood friend and one-time co-conspirator. Not as clunky as some blaxploitation films of its time (it's head and shoulders above the conceptually similar WILLIE DYNAMITE, for instance), but not particularly memorable either, and its attitude toward women is hard to stomach, particularly in a bizarre sequence where Goldie tries to build a cult of personality around himself. Its main virtue is the soundtrack by Willie Hutch; the movie is no classic, but Hutch's end-credits theme song ("Brother's Gonna Work It Out") definitely is. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Not in any meaningful way. VERDICT: Stick to the soundtrack album.

PATTY HEARST (1988): Dull, mostly unsatisfying attempt to dramatize Patty Hearst's 1974 kidnapping/recruitment by the Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA), starring Natasha Richardson as Hearst. Based on Hearst's 1982 autobiography, it tries to convey her state of mind by sticking close to her point of view, beginning with her abduction and psychological torture/indoctrination at the hands of the SLA and its leader, Cinque (Ving Rhames), and ending with Hearst's conviction for crimes committed while part of the SLA. (Her sentence was commuted in 1979.) If you're not familiar with at least the basics of the story, you'll likely be completely lost, because the framing is deliberately disorienting, though never very engaging. In its determination to suggest that Hearst was non compos mentis through much of the period it depicts, the film leaves her something of a blank, and the portrayal of the other SLA members is thin and wooden; Rhames' charisma compensates to some extent, but costars Dana Delany, Frances Fisher, and William Forsythe are just not good enough to make up for the weakness of the script (which is by Nicholas Kazan, son of infamous HUAC collaborator Elia Kazan.) It only comes to life near the end, following Hearst's capture, which hints at a more interesting movie that failed to materialize. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Several of the other SLA members were wlw. VERDICT: Reading Hearst's Wikipedia entry and then watching the SLA pastiche in NETWORK (1976) would tell you just as much and be significantly more entertaining.

RAMBO: LAST BLOOD (2019): Seeing Stallone's engaging turn in TULSA KING gave me the misguided notion that maybe some of his other recent projects might be passable time-wasters. Not so this extremely dreary, very racist hokum about John Rambo, the improbably durable Troubled Vietnam Vet™ from Stallone's inexplicably popular '80s action series (originally based on a David Morrell novel, whose protagonist did not survive the story), trying to save the Latina granddaughter of his caretaker (Yvette Monreal) from evil Mexican human traffickers led by Sergio Peris-Mencheta (apparently taking time out from his role on SNOWFALL) with the help of Paz Vega. Why anyone thought the RAMBO series needed a fifth installment 11 years after the the previous movie (to which it's unrelated) is anyone's guess, but the results are wholly free of redeeming virtue — sadistic and jingostic almost from the jump, and most of the Mexican characters are played by Spaniards! I noped out after less than an hour. CONTAINS LESBIANS? No. VERDICT: If you want vicious racist bullshit about the evils of The Border, you could just watch presidential campaign ads (from either party) for free.

SERIAL MOM (1994): Appropriately ridiculous John Waters satire about deranged Baltimore housewife Beverly Sutphin (Kathleen Turner), who becomes a serial killer lashing out at anyone who tests her fragile sense of propriety. Eventually, she becomes a popular celebrity, even defending herself at her much-publicized murder trial. Sam Waterston, Ricki Lake and Matthew Lillard costar as her family, with an assortment of absurd cameos and supporting bits — Juror No. 8, whose white shoes (after Labor Day!) so offend Beverly during her trial, is played by Patty Hearst! The film doesn't quite find its groove until the nightclub scene (featuring L7 as "The Camel Lips"), and its satirical take on the derangement of straight white suburbia is not exactly deep (or subtle), but it remains fun, thanks mostly to Kathleen Turner's commitment to the bit; she's great. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Not as such — it's a Waters film about straight suburbia, so none of the characters are normal (gay). VERDICT: Tame by Waters standards, but a minor classic worth seeing for Turner alone.

[keeperthemultiversemom]

poppy don't get mad at me but.. L BURNED THE WATER!

"..."

"H-how...? I've seen things in my life, but this is a first... Generally the triplets are the one who sets things on fire. You didn't hurt yourself I hope ?"

[theconfusedartist]

so...Desmond was captured by Abstergo in Washington Square Park in canon. which is in Manhattan

and Connor kills Washington in the au

things just get juicier and juicier