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paroslineage · 8 months ago

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Mistake Aftermath

Shinichiro Sano x

F!Reader

TW : Blood, Reader Death, Canon Divergence.

This is my own original idea and the characters of TR do not belong to me but Ken Wakui. Do not steal :/

Genre : Bittersweet.

Masterlist.

Previous > The Incident.

It seemed like the skies and the rain mourned and sympathized with Shinichiro.

It had three days since your passing took place at S.S Motors.

The little ones were absolutely devastated

Emma wailed heart breakingly, mourning for her beloved sister-in-law.

...

"Ne ne Y/N Nee-Chan?"

"Hm? Yes Emma-Chan what's wrong?" you asked as you caressed Emma's soft and fluffy blonde hair while coddling her gently to your bosom.

"Why are the birds rushing here and there?"

"See Emma-Chan when the sun dims low the birds return to their nest that is back to their families."

"Ohh.. Am I your family Nee-Chan?"

"Yes baby I'm your family and always will be." You nuzzled her cheek affectionately with your nose causing a heart warming giggle to break out from her mouth.

...

Izana was eerily silent than usual. His head down, bangs covering his darkened expression and a lone tear trailing down his cheek.

...

"Ne... Y/N Nee..?"

"Yes 'Zana?"

"Will you go to the park with me" Izana asked you in a shy tone.

"Why yes of course we can lil guy" you said in a gentle tone.

Izana's amethyst eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and cheered

"Yay! Thank you so much Y/N-Nee!"

"No worries at all 'Zana."

...

Mikey also stood unchracterstically quiet his onyx eyes dark as he stared at your visage peeking from inside of the casket.

...

"Hey Mikey don't you get stomach ache eating those all day long?"

"Hm. No not at all Y/N Nee-Chan."

"Tell me why do you eat so much Tayaki and Dorayaki?"

"To get taller Nee-Chan." Mikey's eyes twinkled as he claimed seriously.

Not able to take Mikey serious at all you burst out laughing sweetly.

"Hey that's not nice Nee-Chan!"

"I know dearie but that does not work like that but if you continue you will get tall enough."

"Really Nee-Chan?!"

"Yes from the side."

"Nee-Chan!!"

...

Shinichiro was mumbling insanely for you.

his Y/N..

Wakasa and Takeomi held him from the sides incase his knees decided on giving out.

...

Ryoko had slapped Keisuke hard that his face snapped to the side his own bangs covering his dark expression.

Ryoko grasped the white shirt collar of Keisuke and shook him hard.

"What were you thinking Keisuke?! why..why did this happen?!" She yelled at him angrily but her loses her composure in between not being able to keep her emotions at bay and finally breaking down.

She lets go of him and turns to the direction your casket was kept and stumbled her way and eventually fell to her knees distraught bronze eyes looking brokenly inside the casket, at you.

You still looked beautiful, like a dream and possibly a to be bride...

Oh yeah and...

Your marriage with Shinichiro was supposed to be tommorow.

But that's all shattered glass now...

"My..-my...baby...you were supposed to get married tomorrow.. and yet you are here lying in this cold casket-" Not being able to keep it in anymore she broke down wailing only to be consoled by an equally distraught Emma.

Keisuke just stood where he was left, his once mischief sparkled bronze eyes now reduced to a dull hue like the color itself lost its lustre bore into your pale expressionless face.

"Nee-chan ... Gomen.. gomen...." Keisuke mumbled with pain as his eyes grew misty as he stared at your expressionless face.

He walked shakingly towards the casket looking in it and grabbing your hand.. Holding it tightly. Never wanting to let go of his beloved nee chan.

Keisuke started to sob alone...until two hands slapped him on both side of his shoulder looking up he saw draken and mitsuya looking at him solemnly offering their condolences to the broken boy but it made him cry more harder.

From the sidelines Mikey ominously stared at you same with the owner of amethyst eyes, Izana.

Wanting to kill Kazutora for Taking away their beloved Onee-Chan.

Meanwhile in the juvie

"I didn't mean to hit her... I really didn't... I'm sorry... Y/N nee chan.... Forgive me.."

Kazutora rocked back and forth, apologizing for killing you.

you were so sweet, a fiancée of someone.. But he shattered that dream and for that

he was terribly sorry...

#bittersweet #angst no comfort #angst #fem reader #reader death #aftermath #tr shinichiro #tokyo revengers

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alice-after-dark · 6 months ago

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Deer Wife AU - Rosie

Inspired by @hiemaldesirae's deer sinner Vox designs (1 | 2 | 3 | 4) and his Attic-Wife Vox AU

Vox meets Rosie!

TW for cannibalism, agoraphobia, mild reference to eating disorders, and other canon-typical triggers.

Vox has changed three times already. His heart is racing. One of Alastor's friends is coming over and he has to look perfect. The Radio Demon had called her his closest friend and Vox needs to make a good impression on her and here he is not 20 minutes until her arrival and he hasn't even decided what to wear yet! Vox wails and slumps down onto his bed amongst the heap of clothes.

"You seem distressed, darling. Is everything alright?"

The blue deer bolts upright, blushing. He's only in his robe at the moment and hurriedly makes sure it's properly closed. "I...yes, everything is...fine...er...it will be. I just need to find something to wear. I want to look nice for your friend."

Alastor's smile is gentle. "My dear, there's no need to fuss. You'll look lovely in whatever you choose." He steps closer to the bed, peering over the clothing scattered there. After a moment, he selects a pale blue dress from the pile. "How about this one? The color always looks so pretty against your skin."

Vox's blush deepens. "O-okay."

Alastor hands him the dress and kisses his forehead. "I'll leave you to it then. Don't take too long, darling. She will be arriving soon."

Vox dresses quickly after that and heads downstairs after a final turn in the mirror. Alastor is right, of course, this does look good on him. He's paired it with white kitten heels. They look better with the pale dress than black heels. He pops his head into the kitchen where Alastor is busy finishing dinner. His shadow is setting the table.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Vox asks, watching the shadow curiously. It seems to have a mind of its own at times, but also obeys Alastor's commands. Sometimes he hears Alastor talking to it (though he can't understand what the shadow is saying).

A shadow appears in the frosted glass of the front door and Vox goes still. There's a knock.

Alastor turns, meeting his eyes. "Do you think you can get the door?"

Vox's heart leaps into his throat. Opening the door. It'll be the closest he's been to being outside since he came to live with Alastor. But it's not because he's leaving, he reminds himself. He's letting Alastor's friend in. He's not going to be exposed for long. He just need to let their guest in. He bites his lip and nods.

"Um...yeah. Yeah, I'll get it."

His hand trembles when it grips the knob and he twists, opening it slowly.

The woman standing at the door is tall, most definitely taller than Alastor, and dressed in fine Victorian clothing. Her short white hair is neatly combed and she grants him a wide sharp grin when he meets her void-like eyes.

"Hello, sweetie! You must be Vox! It's so good to finally put a face to the name! Alastor talks about you so often!"

Vox only half hears her. His eyes are fixated on the streets behind her, the Sinners walking by. There are so many. The streets feel endless. They're looking at him. They're all looking at him. They're going to hurt him. He isn't safe. The world is twisting and warping and he can't breathe-

A cool hand touches his where he has the doorknob in a death grip. His eyes dart up and he is stunned to see Alastor's shadow floating next to him. The woman at the door takes Vox's other hand and smiles gently.

"Oh, sweetheart. Let's get you back inside, alright?" The woman slips into the house with an unnatural grace, her hand still holding Vox's as she guides the door shut and the shadow carefully eases his hand from the doorknob. "There we go. Safe and sound."

Vox can't bring himself to speak, throat tight and heart pounding, as she leads him into the living room and sets him on the couch. He feels humiliated. He didn't even actually leave the house! He wants to hide back in his room.

Alastor is there in seconds.

"What happened?"

The blue deer feels his flush of embarrassment worsen and wrings the skirt of his dress in his hands, wrinkling it. Alastor's shadow hovers around him. The woman places a hand on his shoulder.

"Just a little spooked, that's all."

"I'm sorry," Vox whispers.

"And what would you be apologizing for?" Alastor asks. "You did as I asked of you. I see no reason for you to apologize."

"Exactly!" their guest chirps, clapping her hands. The shadow nods in agreement. "Now why don't we have some proper introductions, hm?"

"Of course, my dear." Alastor comes around the side of the couch and offers Vox his hand, pulling him to his feet and facing the pale woman. "Rosie, this is Vox. Vox, this is Rosie, my dear friend and the Overlord of Cannibal Town."

Rosie curtsies and Vox hurriedly does the same, mind racing. Overlord Rosie! This was the woman Alastor told him to find if he was ever in trouble. She beams at him.

"Oh Alastor! He's absolutely precious! You poor thing! I heard you were having a rough time of it when Alastor snatched you up. Don't worry, you're safe with him."

"Vox is more capable of taking care of himself than he thinks," Alastor chimes in. His hand still holds Vox's and Vox's heart beats hard in his chest under the touch and praise.

"So I hear." Rosie nods. "Alastor says you're pretty handy with an ax."

The talk is light and continues on for a few more minutes before Alastor insists they adjorn to the dinner table. Alastor's shadow serves them each a plate and Vox recognizes the meat as Sinner almost immediately. Alastor has been introducing more and more Sinner flesh into Vox's diet, especially now that Vox is beginning to eat his meals in full without prompting, but this is by far the most he's ever fed him at once. He can feel both Alastor and Rosie watching him as he takes a bite. Rosie releases a delighted squeal and tucks into her own meal, praising Alastor's cooking skills. Alastor looks pleased and Vox feels his chest flutter.

Rosie hugs him tightly before she goes, promising to visit again soon. She whispers something to Alastor then disappears into the night.

It's the most social interaction Vox has had in quite some time and he doesn't resist when Alastor takes him back upstairs and puts him to bed with a soft kiss. He's alseep almost instantly.

#deer wife au #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #radiostatic #hazbin rosie #alice rambles #hazbin hotel vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au

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bosherze · 16 days ago

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Herzegovina head canons?

now this is something im more prepared for. Okay here we go

to me pretty much all of them are bisexual but Im still going to mention that. shes Bisexual

to me shes not related to croatia at all i just dont see that happening

I think she should be atleast a couple cm taller than enis because she deserves it. like 175 or something

muscles. She will always have abs and big arms (biceps ATLEAST) to me I just cannot imagine her NOT having those

says "boys will be boys" and laughs anytime Ilija tries to kill her husband

obviously not a housewife and everytime enis makes a mess she beats him into cleaning it up. Will never succumb to traditional gender roles

a little bit of freckles on her face but i imagine her having a lot of moles and stuff like that on her body

i love the whole "hits bosnia and he hits her back" thing tix made and I just think they throw plates and yell at eachother before you suddenly come back and see bosnia massaging her feet and watching tv together

folds ilija's school uniform and puts it on his bed every day no matter how much he insists he Knows how to get his own clothes out of his closet

also i imagine her having a little bit darker skin because out of everyone i think she's the most likely to spend time in the sun

I dont think she has an actual relationship with drazen . again I really have no clue why theyre related I just cant see them talking

Oh in another universe where shes not married to enis she'd definetely be with montenegro btw

I like that shes basically just described as Not quiet and Not respectful and i'll stick with that forever. was probably a tomboy with short hair who worked out 24/7 and dreamt of being a soldier

also in another universe Her and enis would Be Butch lesbian mechanics and dont question me on this one

I just really want her to be butch i think

Has a knife strapped to her leg And you can decide if its to beat her bitch husband Or just for protection

the type of person that has those "cigarettes and coffee" breakfasts

^ she does cook really good breakfast everyday and eats it with ilija and enis she just prefers to feel like a depressed auntie and have 3 coffees on her balcony while smoking a pack

i do feel like most nations outside the yugo ones would Kinda just not gaf about her And Go Like sorry what who are you again i thought i was going to see bosnia and herzegovina? like you know, enis? who are you?

i also feel like theres no one in yugotalia for her to even be friends with Like all this girl has is her husband and kid But i also cant think of any nations with really good relations to herzegovina specifically?

^ other than that i think she would be really good friends with monte. so she gets like. 3 people to hang out with.

wavy hair, not straight. but to be fair its probably like that from keeping it tied up all the time

she has those kinda eyes that have brown around the edges but green inside. if that makes sense

punches enis everytime he says something kinda misogynistic , like "make me some food"

^ and then she yells at him RESPECT YOUR WIFE BITCH IM NOT YOUR SERVANT until hes crying yes ma'am

i feel like shes more of a traditional music kinda gal but in my head she dances along to Dubioza Kolektiv everytime they come on

Look i do love bosherze but i dont imagine they wouldve canonically gotten married out of love for eachother. some like secret other reason that i cant think of or something. i just dont see her being attracted to that guy Ok?

but yk after some time she does actually become into him i just dont think thats why they originally got married

keeps a box full of old yugo and ottoman stuff , not for nostalgic reasons or anything she just thinks about the past a lot

maybe over half of these are not like .historically accurate or anything But this is just me coming up with stuff mainly based off her yugotalia personality

#yugotalia #aph herzegovina #I love her a lot By the way. did you know i love her #headcanons

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dootznbootz · 3 months ago

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Hi! I haven't had the chance to read the Iliad or the Odyssey but I want to draw an illustration with Odysseus, Penelope, Agamemnon, Clytemnestra, Menelaus, and Helen. I want to try to potray them as close as in the books. Are there descriptions in the books of how they look like?

*cracks my knuckles*

So I'm going to preface this with...

While yes, there are some characteristics listed, you can (and should!) have fun and kind of go a lil crazy :3 Also that I'm no expert and simply a silly goose.

There are many MANY "designs" that can and DO "fit"! For example, one of my dear friends has her Penelope with auburn hair and her Odysseus with black hair while I have that switched! (My Odysseus with Auburn and Penelope with black hair) Many people have Odysseus short while I have him taller. I have my Penelope very smol and my Helen is a chubby 6'4 woman.

That's something that is so fun about these myths! :D So many interpretations and so many that are still "correct"! :)

(Also folks who have better knowledge and/or something to add, please feel free to! :D )

BUT!!! I get where you're coming from in trying to get "as canon as possible" as I try to do that too so I'll do what I can. :3 If you're curious about the BEAUTY STANDARDS of Minoan/Mycenaean Greece, that's a different matter. (I don't mind making a separate thing for that with the sources I have as well)

And honestly? For the Women, (Penelope, Helen, Clytemnestra, etc.) There really isn't like, ANY description of them. At least not specifics other than beautiful.

I think what you DO need to keep in mind for the gals, is like, what their heritage is and then base on that. What do you think of when you think of Zeus and how he looks? Possibly keep that in mind when designing Helen (and Pollux). With Clytemnestra, her and Helen share a mom but have different dads, so keep that in mind.

Penelope is, in the most straight forward myths, is at least half Naiad (freshwater nymph) and even be 75% naiad! Her mother being Periboea, a naiad herself, and her dad, Icarius, being half-nymph in some myths! :D

Now to the guys who DO have some canon stuff. (btw, this is from what I remember on the top of my head with the evidence I can find/remember)

First off, Achaeans are usually given the epithet of "Long-haired", as that was kind of the beauty standard :)

I'll do Agamemnon first.

"who’s that large man, over there, that impressive, strong Achaean? Others may be taller by a head than him, but I’ve never seen with my own eyes, such a striking man, so noble, so like a king" (Book 3, Johnston)

He is implied to be tall but not as broad as Menelaus and Odysseus. But definitely still is strong in his own right. His hair color I don't think is ever described but I'm pretty sure he's described with a dark beard at one point.

For Menelaus:

(sorry but his descriptions are often squished in between other stuff, and I don't wanna sift through it all)

He is often described with either "fair-hair" or "flaming-hair". So most likely blond or ginger. He is taller than Odysseus as well but it sounds like, maybe a tiny bit shorter (or same height) as Agamemnon. He is more described with a broader body in general. (I guess a good reference could be a professional wrestler? I love kind of imagining him, while not as imposing and large as Greater Ajax, he is like a "brick of a man" in how you'd try to rush at him and push him and you couldn't.)

For Odysseus:

Homer doesn't shut up about how ripped this man is tbh lol.

Dear child, come tell me who this man is, shorter by a head than Agamemnon, son of Atreus. But he looks broader in his chest and shoulders. His armour’s stacked there on the fertile earth, but he strides on, marching through men’s ranks just like a ram moving through large white multitudes of sheep. Yes, a woolly ram, that’s what he seems to me.” (Book 3, Johnston)

"She withered the smooth skin on his supple limbs, robbed his head of its auburn locks [...]" (Book 13, Rieu)

"The bushy locks to hang from his head thick as the petals of hyacinth in bloom" (Book 23, Rieu)

"Fine thighs" etc. I think you get the point. He's got a broad chest and shoulders, strong af legs, he gives the vibe of being very toned, probably almost like a "Greek God" as he does have the Epithet of "Godlike". While his hair color can really be anything, He ALWAYS has thick curls (the hyacinth and ram comparison) which was the beauty standard of the time.

For clothes!

This was the Minoan/Mycenaean style for the most part! :D I recommend researching on your own as well but here's some examples! (Feel free to make adjustments in some ways (I know that not everyone is comfortable drawing breasts and that's okay.))

For Men's fashion:

(This is a Boar Tusk Helmet! :3 Many warriors wore but Odysseus specifically did in the Iliad and is commonly depicted with one!)

I hope this helps!!!

#Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #Sorry this took a bit but I wanted to skim and had other shit going on too :)#shafeeyaart #ask #essay #odyssey #minoan #mycenaean

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roe-and-memory · 9 months ago

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besties can i just say omg so i went thru ur blog obsessively bc i looove the ideas behind ur headcannons and little snipets of stories. i was wondering what bobby headcannons u guys have. also memory i loove ur writing and roe?? gorgeous fanart oml

AWWWWW THANK YOUU!!! rhis is so sweet 😭🫶🫶 i saw your comment on my fic thank u sm

im gonna be honest, we dont have many bobby hcs (i really wanna change that, i fucking ADORE bobby - and, if its any help, i actually have a fic up ((dont look back in anger)) where he’s a main character!! although its an au, i hope it’ll suffice for now :3)

- bobby is definitely a prankster, but like, hes NOTORIOUS for it. and not in the bad way. he has silly pranks that only mildly inconvenience the person on the receiving end (like the dumping water on lmq and cals heads after races) and he’s Always at the scene of the crime when something silly happens. he just Is the embodiment of silly. and yes i know this is canon for the most part but hes literally just so silly i cant not include it

- hes the youngest of the trio, the baby, even, he’s a december baby, born in 1988 (same year as lightning - cal is an ‘87 baby i believe - so when bobby started racing in 2007 he was still 18) but just at the End, whereas lightning was born in may . despite this he’s still the tallest, and probably the most well built of the three . aka lightning is scrawny and cal is just Average. and when lightning makes fun of him for being a Baby hes like ok well ure literally short as hell. what about that. huh? what can you do about your height? i’ll have a birthday but you dont have a get taller day? huh? and lightnings like. well. okay.

- i feel like he befriended cal first, like, he and lightning “hated” each other but it was less hate and more lightning being incapable of making friends (lmq and cal met at the infield care center after strips crash, so they were friends ever since then) and so cal was just in the middle of this “rivalry” that was in reality like. hey. cal. i think that bobby guy is really cool do u think he’d wanna be my friend. and cals like I DONT KNOW TALK TO HIM? and they talk and theyre like wow i actually thought u hated me (theyre best friends now)

- bobby both has an iconic autograph, but hes also so good with his fans its impossible for anyone to hate him. he has so many iconic pictures and literally everyone he meets praises him for his kindness and blatant silliness . hes just super easy going and generally amazing to be around

- out of all the racers hes probably got the most amusing advertisements as well, he will go ALL IN for whatever octane gain (or his smaller/secondary sponsors) want from him, and its so Genuine it just feels like he LOVES to be there

- he loves taylor swift. AND I KNOW WHAT YOURE GONNA SAY. “ITS STEREOTYPICAL” BUT NO U DONT GET IT.. SHE DOESNT MATCH THE REST OF HIS MUSIC TASTE AT ALL. hes the last person you’d ever expect to listen to her. he says its because they have the same last name so hes obligated to be a fan, but also the day Taylor Swift (album) debuted he bought the dvd and forced the other two to listen to the entire thing multiple times on a road trip and its safe to say that since the day taylor swift has existed, lightning and cal have feared her album release dates.

- hes the burnout king. every race he wins he will do a burnout down the frontstretch in front of the grandstands that will take his tires down to the RIMS. the tire marbles are INSANE

THIS IS ALL I HAVE IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY 😭😭 i wish i had more and i WILL eventually make more trust me on that.. but thank you so much for the ask and i hope u liked them :3

#cars 2006 #cars fandom #lightning mcqueen #pixar cars #cars headcanons #memory’s headcanons #cars 3 (2017)#bobby swift #cal weathers #i adore bobby with my whole heart i fear #my favourite little guy #like when are we gonna admit he may be the silliest of them all #hes THE life of the party every time

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merklins · 10 months ago

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BEHOLD! THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

Various hlvrv characters as ponys (: A full list does indeed exist, BUT! These are the silly guys I've drawn for you today. Under the cut, as I! Have now gone into WAY more detail than I thought I would haha.

Player- A Pegasus, inspired by the European Turtle Dove and Komorner Tumbler Pigeon! (He is not pictured here BUT. I also have a Saxon Fairy Swallow assignment set aside for Power Trip) I'd probably give him more armor in the future for the HEV suit, BUT! Little leg guards is what he's got for now. And also a little band on one leg like you see on pigeons for tracking and scientific purposes. Because SCIENCE and BLACK MESA! And honestly I thought it'd just look cool for him to have the little lambda band on his leg after all's over with and he isn't carrying around an entire HEV suit anymore. The other front leg is where he would put anything else, like friendship bracelets or "hey hold onto this for a minute" or what have you.

Doc- A Pegasus, BUT BETTER! After an accident in the Green Department of the rainbow factory, he now glows... GREEN! Surprising! And also she has various bat pony traits Which she now uses her epic and cool inventions to help with. Like the robot arms! He's inspired by a Rufous hummingbird, mostly. Actual flight is finicky because of the hummingbird and bat pony wing combination, BUT! They can indeed hover and zip a little! As they deserve. (This drawing was done before I picked hummingbird specifcially, but now she's got much tinier wings like a hummingbird, that are feathery at the base but extend out into more bat-like wings!)

Loverboy- As Gordon B he would be an Earth Pony, BUT! There's this wonderful wonderful Generation 3 episode where- [I am sent to the abyss for referencing this single episode for the third time on blog] WHERE THE EARTH PONYS GET HUGE MAGIC GIANT BUTTERFLY WINGS THAT LOOK SO AWESOME AND COOL. Loverboy is that (:

(THE EPISODE IS CALLED TWO FOR THE SKY)

Sleepless- A Griffon! Violet-Backed Starling is the main inspiration, but I DID take a little bit from the White-Breasted Ground Dove as well. The other half that isn't a bird I used a Clouded Leopard because. cloud... fog... the purple stuff... it was a REACH, but it looks cool so I win either way. I didn't draw it in this one, but I imagine his regular sleeping mask is a little more like a cowl you'd see in Falconing. One of the masks that slide on and cover the entire upper face. Also I know Griffons are basically pony sized, but also I write the canon here and Sleepless gets to be taller than ponies by a large margin. Just for fun, a little treat for me.

Valentine- A Unicorn! But as opposed to other unicorns I have slotted in the hlvrv roster, they take a lot of inspiration from that classic unicorn look. You know the one, probably. A lot of MLP redesigns change the unicorns to look like it and its SO cool. But Spork and Valentine are the only ones I really did that with this time around, other then a couple guys who got the little unicorn beard. You also probably know the one. I think I stole their cutie mark from somewhere by mistake, so apologies for that, BUT!! In other news, Valentine and the Love Letters all very VERY specifically have the little heart-shaped hoof thing going on. For the Aesthetic, y'know?

CLOWN NEO FUNNY GUY CLOWN NEO!! Neo himself is an Earth Pony, BUT! In Nightmare Circus? He has all that cool dressage that carousel horses and circus ponies wear SUCH AS! One of those cool decorative head pieces that are meant to make them look like a unicorn. EXCEPT. Because this is a dream and you can do whatever you want, It ACTUALLY works as a functional magic horn and he can pull all KINDS of magic tricks and shenanigans with it!

AAAAAND PING FOR FRIEND WHO RAMBLED WITH ME FOR HOURS ON THE MATTER TO HELP ME ASSIGN THEM ALL! YES, ALL OF THEM! @bbeeohazardd

#m scribbles #hlvrv #hlvrv roster

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atla-confessions · 4 months ago

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au where nothing changes but sokkas just shorter than before. like he did not get enough calcium as a pre-teen. he was busy hunting, training both kids and himself, making sure katara was safe and stuff. milk would be the least of my concerns if i were him. he also seems like the type of guy to hate milk. maybe.

am i just projecting because sokka's my favorite and i hate milk and i'm also sadly short? yes. so now he hates milk and he's shorter than everyone (and i Mean everyone) else in the future. because he's me and i'm him

katara is now taller. zuko has always been taller. aang is now freakishly taller. toph got a growth spurt and now towers over him. even suki is taller than him even if it's by two inches. he used to revel in being the second tallest in the gaang (zuko always had him beat by two inches or three the show i think) but now his head is their armrest.

aang always asks him what the weather's like down there. toph pats his head teasingly like he's some sort of child. katara always likes to say 'who's the tallest now?' much to his chagrin. zuko is too nice to say anything about it but has to walk slower for him. (fuck long-legged people they're just naturally faster ITS NOT FAIR anyways.) suki's barely taller than him so she can't say much but even so she sometimes does the height comparison thing. the hand gesture i don't know what it's called but she does it i swear.

sorry its just... so funny to me. the idea of it is so funny and awesome and it's totally canon to me now.

#short king Sokka #short Sokka au #Sokka #katara #Aang #toph #Zuko #atla #atla confessions #Suki

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stellawolfearts · 2 years ago

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Nezha’s one of those people who insists they prefer coffee black. Everyone else has to pretend they didn’t just watch him dump 20 sugar packets into a single cup of coffee.

i actually have a similar draft for this hold on-

Nezha drinks coffee occasionally. It's a nice "pick me up". Something to quirk up his mood.

When nezha needs energy he will never turn to coffee. Not even black.

Has has this ungodly concoction of things mixed togethor that would kill the jade emperor with a single drop.

Only reason nezha can drink it is bc his biology isn't like other magical beings. He's made out of magic plant and flowers (lotus) it won't kill him.

So It won't kill swk either bc he's stone.

But still. No one knows how nezha can sit still after drinking something that looks like it was forged by Buddha himself and a single sip sent erlang through 100 laps around heaven and back.

its a funny thought but i decided not to post it bc....idk i just didnt like it much anymore. so this isnt canon in my au's....its just a funny thought.

But i like your's better honestly...cause..12.

child like sugar.

He's in his taller form with Jia and is just like.

"I prefer coffee black" * yes adults drink coffee black that is what i am i am an adult and i am doing so well as an adult *

"like....no sugar or milk at all?"

"no, i dont really like sweet things"

he takes one sip and is absolutely disgusted but downs it anyways

".....you good?" Jia asks pouring some milk into her coffee

"yes...perfectly fine" Nezha strains. Jia shrugs and turns away, she pretends not to notice Nezha in the corner of her magic vision pouring an unholy amount of sugar into his coffee.

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alternativly

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"are you making coffee?"

"yeah"

"is on of those cups for Nezha?"

"yeeeaaahh. why"

"how did he ask for it?"

"what?"

"just answer the question"

"black"

Jia blinks at Macaque then searches through the cabinets patting down the different items till she feels what she's looking for. she pulls out the sugar and instead of taking a spoon to scoop some out she opens the container and begins to pour straight from the bag.

Macaque begins to think Jia is trying to poison Nezha based on how much sugar she's pouring.

"okay i think thats enough" Macaque says stopping her pouring before the sugar starts to pile up and spill from the mug.

"its never enough" Jia sighs letting Macaque put the sugar away.

"he said he wanted black"

"he always 'prefers his coffee black' but tell me the last time you met a twelv year old that liked raw black coffee"

"...."

"is my coffee done?" Nezha asks poking his head in.

"yep"

"cool, thanks" Nezha says taking his cup and emmediatly taking a sip.

he walks away drinking his cup with a satisfied hum to go back and play with Xiaohua.

"...huh"

"told ya"

#ask #anon ask #nezha #jia li #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #baby mk #mk #qi xiaotian #a woven song #tangled star #not just my aus. hcs in general #i just used my aus as an example #its canon to me

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marasschino · 1 year ago

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hi! I noticed that aigis looks taller than minato in your drawings. might I ask about your height headcanons regarding SEES + Ryoji pretty please 🙏🙏 love all your doodles btw! akechi looks stunning in your art style. you have such a good feel for using expressions & colours to set a mood (sorry for my wacky english, good god)

oh anon I am so sorry it took me forever to get to this. I forgot this was in my inbox 😭 BUT YES I can give you my height headcanons.

Putting this under a cut bc I used hikaku sitatter to compare my headcanon heights months ago + my reasoning

so I'll start out with the ones that didn't change from their canon heights: Yukari, Akihiko, Ken (he is a child and also I couldn't fit him on the chart. it was max 10 people unfortunately), and Koromaru (dog). For Yukari and Akihiko I feel like their canon heights suit them in my very biased opinion.

For Junpei: He just gives tall guy that just had a growth spurt and doesn't know what to do with the extra like 6cm he's acquired. so I went with his height that is canon for P4AU (177cm) instead of his P3 canon height (170.5cm).

For Mitsuru: Her canon height is actually 166cm, but I refuse to believe that. She's still shorter then the guys (excluding Minato) but she is their height by proxy because she always wears heels and boots. It adds to her aura I think.

For Aegis: she is physically a battle robot, built to fight supernatural beings born from the heart. and also her hooves. I actually always thought she was taller than average instead of 163cm just because she was a robot (I've played more P3P then P3fes so I always imagined her to be tall). She was built to be a protector and a tank. There is a lot of juxtaposition in her being a tall robot made of metal and her soft human heart underneath that. Also she needs to be taller than Kotone AND Minato. It's a requirement.

For Fuuka: she is canonically 150cm. I think I made her 154cm because I felt bad that she was so much shorter then everyone... she is still the shortest (not including Ken) but its a smaller gap.

For Shinjiro: his canon height is 177cm. I don't know why I made him 178cm. maybe because I felt he deserved to be at least 1cm taller than Junpei. But you can come to your own conclusions for this.

For Kotone: I never imagined her as being super tall but at least taller than Fuuka and Yukari. And she is a short menace but not a 160cm short menace to me. She stole 5cm from Minato as comeuppance. Also I think it's funny when Minato and Kotone are the same height. not because of the twin headcanon but just because

For Minato: Kotone stole 5cm. and he needs to be shorter than Aegis or its Incorrect. Also considering how inconsistent P3 character heights are displayed (looking at you P3DAN) I kind of default to the way Sogabe draws Minato. Tiny.

And for special-est boy Ryoji: as far as I know I have never found a canon height for Ryoji (which is fine) and I often go off vibes for character heights anyway + I used screenshots from the P3 movies just to get a general idea of Ryoji's possible height. which is probably about 180cm to Minato's canon 170cm (for the movies). I thought it was funny if I kept Ryoji the same (approximate) height despite making Minato shorter. Also there's something endearing about Ryoji being ridiculously tall AND taller than the rest of SEES. godspeed to him. he has probably knocked his head on plenty of doorframes in the span of two months.

And that's all!!! again sorry for taking so long to get to this anon I love getting asks like this but the executive disfunction sometimes makes me forget that people actually send me asks. I'll do better next time o7

#txt #persona headcanons #persona 3 portable #persona 3 #I'm not tagging everyone good lord #asks

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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, the banquet continues--with or without Trevelyan.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 2,909. Rating: most audiences. Warnings: symptoms of trauma, discussion of death and murder, brief descriptions of murder.

AN: To give you an idea: content is no worse than anything found in Inquisition itself. However, this chapter is skippable if you need it. Message if you want more info.)

Chapter 25: The Banquet - Part 2

“Well?” said the Comtesse.

Trevelyan had no words with which to answer, no breath in her lungs with which to respond. She clawed it back, desperately, as it escaped from her—more rapidly by the second. Did the air grow cold by itself, or had she made it that way?

Lady Samient dropped her fork onto the table. The clang commanded attention, and drew stares away from Trevelyan. All expected her to speak, but it was the Baroness who took the opportunity:

“What a perverse thing to talk of,” she said, with a smile so forced it could have torn her cheeks apart, “as we are all eating.”

“No more perverse than attending a hanging,” the Comtesse countered.

Lady Samient muttered, “I can think of only one hanging I should like to watch.”

The Comtesse laughed it off. “Lady Trevelyan does not mind my asking, do you?”

Lady Trevelyan was staring at the candle between her and Lady Erridge, trying not to see figures in the flames.

“What about some warmer drinks?” announced Dorian. “I feel a chill. I need something warm.”

The Comtesse ignored him. “Lady Trevelyan?” she repeated. “You don’t mind.”

Trevelyan did not wish to reply. But Maker, she would have to. Eyes crawled over her skin. Whispers inside and out. The other table had fallen silent, too. More seats for the audience.

Flickering, flickering, growing taller. Dorian moved imperceptibly.

The candle went out.

And it was a cough that had extinguished it.

Lady Erridge was coughing—no, choking—violently. In desperation, she patted her chest. A croak was all she could utter from her mouth.

“Boah,” she wheezed, “boah!”

“A bone?” said Samient.

Erridge wagged a finger in her direction.

The Baroness gasped. “She has a bone caught in her throat. Lady Trevelyan, are you trained in healing?”

Trevelyan’s mind sharpened into focus. Yes, yes, she did have training. But—not for this. Still, she shot up from her seat, and hurried to Lady Erridge’s side.

“Tilt your head back and open your mouth,” she said. Lady Erridge did exactly as instructed, and Trevelyan peered in. She had hoped the bone might be caught in her gullet, but Lady Montilyet’s intimate lighting was not designed for a task such as this. “I can’t see it!”

“Take her out to the garden,” Dorian suggested, shooting to his feet. “You’ll have better light there!”

A far more sensible idea than Trevelyan’s plan to conjure a wisp near her face. At once, she gripped Lady Erridge’s arm and rushed her to the garden door. A servant had it open before they even reached it. Trevelyan whispered reassurances the whole way.

They emerged, Erridge continuing to choke. Trevelyan hurried her from the arcade, to the garden proper, where the evening light might lend its aid. Her heart thud as loud as the sound of the door slamming shut behind them.

Yet, as she instructed Erridge to lean back yet again, her Ladyship cleared her throat.

“Is it gone?” Trevelyan asked.

“Oh, it was never there!” said Erridge with a smile. “I simply thought you might want to leave, after… what was said.”

Maker. Though not a player of the Great Game, Lady Erridge was a quicker wit and greater actress than they all had given her credit for.

“No, no, I’m all right,” Trevelyan lied.

But Lady Erridge shook her head. “But I saw the candles flicker, and you are so good with fire, Wicky.” She placed a hand on Trevelyan’s arm, her grip steadfast, yet gentle. “Are you certain?”

Trevelyan bit back an attempt at a smile. The door was shut. They were out. No one would hear them now.

Tears welled. “It’s… it’s all right. Nothing… to do with me, I assure you.”

“But terribly distressing, regardless,” Erridge cooed, wiping Trevelyan’s cheek. “Come, here.”

She spread her arms, and welcomed Trevelyan into them. It was perhaps the softest, most soothing embrace Trevelyan had ever felt. If any of her sisters had ever held her, Trevelyan imagined that this is what it might have been like.

Apart from, that is, when Lady Erridge muttered, “Maker, that woman was quite the dreadful little puddle of druffalo piss, wasn’t she?”

Trevelyan let out a weepy laugh. “That’s what her outfit reminded me of.”

Erridge began to giggle as well—until the door cracked open. In a mere moment, she split from Trevelyan, and turned her giggles back into coughs. For her part, Trevelyan dried her eyes and prepared to tend to her ‘patient’.

To what seemed only Trevelyan’s surprise, the Commander appeared. And as soon as he had closed the door behind him, Erridge gave up her act.

“Are you all right?” he asked, striding toward them.

“Oh—er, I managed to dislodge the bone, and there is no damage,” Trevelyan lied. “She is well.”

But Lady Erridge whispered to her: “I believe he was asking about you.”

Though Trevelyan was doubtful, the look on the Commander’s face confirmed as much. “Oh,” she breathed. “Well, I’m…”

As she trailed off, Lady Erridge perked. “I think I shall take a turn. All that coughing scratched up my throat! Some fresh air will do.” She met Trevelyan’s eye, and with intent, asked, “If that’s all right with you?”

Trevelyan nodded. “Thank you.”

One last squeeze of her arm, and Lady Erridge slipped away, pretending some fascination with the bushes at the other side of the garden. Trevelyan’s gaze lingered upon her, preparing herself, until she found the courage to turn to the Commander.

His focus was on her. Waiting, patiently. Regarding, gently.

“I am sorry you had to find out this way,” he said.

Trevelyan shook her head. “I already knew. It was the talk of Ostwick when I returned. Every party my parents dragged me to—”

She stopped. Poor wording.

“—that I attended, someone would speak of it. The latest gossip.” Acknowledging this fact aloud made her feel quite silly, for the fuss she had caused on this occasion. “Forgive me my reaction, I hadn’t expected to hear of it here.”

“And you shouldn’t have,” said the Commander, resolute in his voice and posture. “You needn’t apologise for this.”

No matter how true his words, there was a still a sense of shame that came with exposing one’s emotions so publicly.

“I had been thinking about it, I suppose,” Trevelyan admitted. “Since I came here...”

Her eyes wandered to a garden bench, her feet drawn toward its promise of rest. The Commander accompanied her without hesitation, remaining at her side.

“I have spoken to some of the mages, those who came from Ostwick,” she explained. “They thought I had died at the Conclave, that we all had, in the Breach. Yet no one seems to know who these other mages were, who were… who were murdered, at the Circle.”

Because the First Enchanter had not let anyone know, save the Knight-Commander. And it was the discovery of this concealment—this betrayal—that had decided Ostwick’s fate.

The First Enchanter and Knight-Commander died in the ensuing rebellion. The truth perished with them. Or so it was thought.

Trevelyan sank onto the bench; felt the heat from the stone that had warmed in the evening sun. The Commander stood as if on guard, but he need not have been so alert. The garden was quiet, save for them and Erridge. Peaceful and quiet.

“It was us, wasn’t it?” murmured Trevelyan. “The delegation, to the Conclave. Their deaths, and the deaths of those unnamed mages… are one and the same.”

The Commander sighed. “I believe so.”

“But if that—if that’s the case, then they think it was our own Templars who..?”

His face changed. Calmness and compassion—to confusion. The Commander dropped to a knee before her, and searched her eyes for answers.

“What do you mean?”

Tears, stinging again. Trevelyan glanced over her shoulder, thinking she had felt Lady Erridge’s presence approach. But Erridge was far from them, occupied with the flowers. Yet, something… watching, waiting.

She had to clear their names.

“That night,” she began, “we had made camp outside a village, in Ferelden. Though it’s… hard, to remember what, what happened. There are only bits and pieces of it left… I…”

The Commander settled where he knelt, and nodded for her to continue. “It’s all right. Go on.”

“I remember… we had all gone to sleep, but the night watch awoke us. There were people in the trees, surrounding us. Templars, but… not like ours.”

Gently, he asked: “Red Templars?”

“I don’t know—I didn’t know what a Red Templar was, then. It was dark—I saw only what the moons and the firelight reflected. They could’ve been, I just…” The struggle to clutch her memories—frayed threads that loosened the harder she held on—summoned forth the tears she was only just keeping down.

“It’s all right,” the Commander reassured her, “it’s all right.”

From his waistcoat he pulled a napkin—clean—and embroidered with leaves that Trevelyan recognised. Same ones as the banquet table.

Appreciative of the gesture, she accepted the cloth, and dabbed her cheeks with it. “I do recall that our Knight-Lieutenant, Aarden, spoke to them. I think—I think they wanted us. But he refused to hand us over. We had twice as many Templars as mages—it, it was safe. We weren’t doing anything wrong.”

The Templars had disagreed.

“All I remember then is… seeing the sword sticking out of his back.”

The Commander bowed his head. “I’m sorry.”

“We stood and fought,” Trevelyan went on, for it was all she knew how to do. “I don’t think we were outnumbered, but—it felt like we were. I remember Lilley—Lilley Brandt was her name, one of our Templars—shouting, ‘protect the mages, protect the mages’.”

She hadn’t shouted for long.

“When the tide turned, they told us to run. They held the line as long as they could but—they couldn’t hold it forever.” A chill ran down Trevelyan’s spine. “And when our Templars were gone, they started following us. Hunting us down. For sport. For amusement. One by one.”

Trevelyan tried not to think of the sounds. The screams. The desperate last spells. The thud of each body.

“It was just me and Floris left.”

But still they came.

“She told me to run. Go to the Conclave, tell them what had happened.” Trevelyan’s breath hastened, the memory stealing it from her lungs. “Before I could stop her, she ran. Distracted them. So I could escape.” The last of her strength gave way, and she sobbed. “The only one.”

Fleeing from their bodies felt as if running barefoot over broken glass. That pain, of abandoning them, of leaving their fates unknown—it tormented her. For months.

She hoped at least they would be given dignity in death. But, no. Beheaded, cut to pieces, sent back to the Circle with a forged claim of culpability, attributed to the very Templars who had given their lives to defend them.

At least they made it home.

“Your friend would be glad to know her sacrifice was not in vain,” the Commander said.

“But it was!” Trevelyan wept. “I failed! I failed her. I didn’t reach the Conclave in time, nor Ostwick. If only I had…”

“There was nothing you could’ve done.”

“But there was.”

For even though none of the Ostwick mages seemed to know who had been slaughtered by their Templars, unlike the exaggerated stories of the Ostwick elite, they all seemed to be sure of the number. Five.

They believed that the First Enchanter had concealed these five deaths to protect the Templars of Ostwick. Anything to maintain neutrality. But the First Enchanter knew how many mages he had sent to the Conclave. Six.

“The First Enchanter would have known I wasn’t among them,” Trevelyan said, clutching the napkin until her knuckles paled. “He could have checked my phylactery; he would have known I was alive. He was nsot a fool—if those Templars framed our own, he would not have acted without evidence. And he had a living witness. If I had arrived in time… then perhaps—”

She could have told them the truth. No need for concealment. No need to suspect their own. No need to rebel.

There were only estimates of the exact numbers lost when Ostwick Circle was broken. But they were not small. And the guilt of every death, every single one, rested upon Trevelyan’s shoulders. Unbearable, suffocating, weight. She choked on it even now.

“What happened at Ostwick was not your fault,” said the Commander, firm and unerring. “You are not to blame for what those Templars did. You are not to blame for how the First Enchanter and Knight-Commander dealt with it. You did everything you could. This is not your fault.”

Trevelyan shook her head. “But I failed.”

“You didn’t fail. You did as you were asked.” He caught her gaze, held her focus, and told her true: “Your Ladyship, we are the Conclave.”

The magnitude of his words took a moment to be felt. Trevelyan’s mind thought it simply another platitude, at first. But she realised his meaning, as she took in the view of Skyhold around them.

The Inquisition had been forged of the very metals that once made up the Conclave. Though its form was different, what had created it was the same. This fortress was haven. She had finally arrived.

The fresh tears that rolled down her cheeks were of a different kind. That feeling of cold observation, somewhere at her back, warmed. He was right. She was here.

Yet all she could say was, “Oh.”

“You did not fail,” the Commander repeated. Trevelyan, without intending to, nodded.

But if this was the Conclave, then… “If—if I tell you who our Templars were, you could clear their names?”

“If you permit me.”

Trevelyan buckled, a little of the weight slipping from her shoulder. “Please. But”—she hesitated—“if everyone from Ostwick finds out, they’ll know the rebellion happened under false pretences.”

The Commander shook his head. “Ostwick was not as stable as it claimed. The First Enchanter was hoping to outlast the war; that the Conclave would provide a solution before the Circle fell. If it wasn’t this…”

“But it was this.”

“Then whether yours or not, Templars were still at fault,” he admitted, “and the First Enchanter still concealed the truth.” He thought on it a moment. “I’ll let the Grand Enchanter know first. She will be able to break the news sensitively.”

Trevelyan agreed.

“It will help if I can send agents to investigate what happened,” he said. “But only if you will allow it.”

Trevelyan’s mind had already laid down its shovel, tired of digging up the past. But if he wished to take up the tools himself... she would not stop him.

“All right. But—please do not tell me of what you find. Please. Or—at least, ask me, first, before you do.”

“Of course,” he whispered, perfectly gentle. “Do you recall the name of the village?”

“Sudton.”

He recognised it immediately. “Very well. Thank you.” He rose to his feet, and told her: “I promise you, we will do everything we can.”

“Thank you.”

Trevelyan’s eyes drifted to the other side of the garden, where Lady Erridge wandered. The Commander’s movement must have caught her attention, for she glanced at them in turn. Trevelyan gave a subtle beckon, which her Ladyship heeded immediately.

“Are you all righ—oh, Lady Trevelyan!”

Lady Erridge collapsed onto the bench beside Trevelyan, who now realised how red and soaked and puffy her face must have looked. Terribly handsome. Nevertheless, Erridge swept her into her arms:

“Cry onto me all you like. I’ve ruffles enough for a thousand handkerchiefs.”

The Commander told her, “I think it would be best to take Lady Trevelyan to her room.”

“Oh, I can do that!” replied Erridge. “Though I do not know how to get there without going through the hall. And I do not wish any of them to see us.”

“Go through my office,” the Commander instructed. “The guards will let you in. There is a bridge to the library—Lady Trevelyan knows it. You can reach your rooms from there.”

Erridge nodded, rubbing Trevelyan’s back all the while. “Oh, yes, I shall know where to go from there.”

The thought of her room brought Trevelyan no end of comfort. She liked it better than even her room back home. When Erridge stood, Trevelyan took the hand she offered with no reluctance.

The Commander prepared to escort them, but Lady Erridge stopped him. “Commander, if you could return to the banquet and tell them that it is Lady Trevelyan who has taken me to my room to recover, I think it would help quell any rumour.”

The Commander obeyed, but his gaze lingered upon Trevelyan’s face. “I… rest well, your Ladyship. I will do as you’ve asked. And—you are safe, in Skyhold. I promise you that.”

“Thank you,” she breathed.

Reluctant, he broke away, and headed for the hall door. They watched until it shut behind him. Lady Erridge linked her arm into Trevelyan’s, and led her in the opposite direction.

“I have a book of recipes in my room,” she said. “Would you like to look through it with me, and decided which one we shall bake next?”

Trevelyan smiled a watery smile. “That sounds lovely.”

#cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #commander cullen #unwanted #unwanted fic #this isn't 100% perfect in my mind for some reason but also perfection is an illusion and this site comes with an edit button #anyway here's a chapter about how lady erridge is the best friend you will ever have #enjoy!

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delicatenightfury · 9 months ago

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Star of the Mountain Chapter 30

Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films

Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield

Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz

Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.

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Kili took a deep breath as he made an attempt to mentally prepare himself. After everything he had experienced in the last several months, this was about to be the hardest day of his life.

So much had happened in the last few days that Kili felt as though everything was finally catching up. King Thranduil had been kind enough to leave several elven healers to tend to the wounded since the dwarves and men did not have the same skills when it came to healing. Shelter was set up across Dale for the wounded and tents were scattered around the field in front of the mountain as extra cover. Many dwarves had taken up residence in the mountain, clearing away the rubble when there was a spare moment.

The battle field had been mostly cleared. Most of the bodies had already been buried. The elves had taken their kin back to Mirkwood to be given a proper send off and the humans had laid their dead to rest near the base of Dale. The bodies of orcs, wargs, trolls, and the like were dragged into piles and burned.

But now, all dwarves gathered in the mountain to remember those who had fallen in the battle. The men were holding their own remembrance ceremony in Dale. Kili knew that this needed to be done, to honor the fallen, but at the same time, he did not want to go.

Kili stepped into the large hall. The dwarves from the Iron Hills stood above in the balconies, waiting for the ceremony to start so that they might pay their respects. Kili glanced up at them before looking at the company. They cleaned up well, especially after the labors of the past days. He exchanged brief nods of greeting with them.

“Kili.”

The prince turned at the sound of Thorin’s voice. Thorin was dressed in regal looking clothes. It was not quite as heavy as what he wore before the battle, but it gave him the royal air that he now held.

“My king,” he said, bowing his head.

Thorin chuckled lightly and shook his head.

“No need for that, Kili,” he said. “First and foremost, I am still your uncle.” He paused and a look of grief passed over his face. “I apologize that I forgot that.”

Kili smiled a little.

“It’s all right, uncle. Thankfully you are back with us.”

Thorin nodded. He sighed after a long minute.

“I sent a raven to the Blue Mountains this morning,” he said. “Rather, to your mother.”

“What did you tell her?” Kili asked quietly.

“That we succeeded in our quest to win the mountain. And that it was not without its great cost.”

“So she will know… about Fili.”

“Yes. I did not want her to come unprepared to face our reality. While I wish that we were there to offer some comfort, I felt it best. I suspect she will arrive in a few months time with other dwarves from the Blue Mountains.”

“I agree with your decision, uncle. Mother is quite possibly the strongest woman I know. She will be all right.”

The two were interrupted when they heard quiet talking behind them. They looked back toward the entrance, where Dwalin was slowly walking forward with two taller figures. Kili couldn’t help but smile.

“Vedis. Oreliell,” he greeted.

The women smiled.

“Hello,” Oreliell said.

“You’ll never believe where I found these two,” Dwalin said. “They were trying to make their way to the balcony. I figured they should be down here with us.”

“Of course,” Thorin said. “You are part of the company, after all. And…” Kili glanced at Thorin as his voice trailed off. He then quickly looked at the sisters. Oreliell’s head was bowed slightly while Vedis glared at his uncle. “By any means, I am glad you came.”

“We would not miss this,” Oreliell said. “Fili was our friend, part of the family we have come to care for. We had to be here.”

Kili couldn’t help but take Oreliell’s hand. He smiled tightly, fighting the tears he felt starting to come.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Of course,” she said again. “Tauriel wishes that she could attend, but she remained in Dale to see to the wounded. She is saying prayers for your brother.”

Kili smiled, thankful for her words and that Tauriel was thoughtful enough to give prayers for a dwarf she barely knew.

Dwalin glanced up at one of the balconies before looking back at the group.

“It’s almost time to begin,” he said. “We best get ready.”

Thorin nodded. He gave short smiles to Kili and the elves before stepping forward. As he walked away, Kili looked at the sisters.

“Shall we?” he said, taking a breath to steady himself.

The women nodded. Kili was about to start walking when he heard Oreliell hiss. He quickly looked at her, eyes immediately scanning her for the issue. Her hand was pressed against her side, around where she had been stabbed. Kili looked up at her in concern.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Just a small pinch,” she said.

Vedis glared at Oreliell.

“Are you sure you shouldn’t be resting?” Kili asked.

Vedis gave her sister another pointed look.

Oreliell shook her head.

“I am fine,” she said, returning her sister’s glare. She then turned her gaze to Kili. “I will be okay for the time being. I want to be here so I can say goodbye.”

Kili nodded.

They slowly approached the center of the room where a stone table stood. Above them, horns began to play. Kili watched as Thorin started the processional. He stepped up to the table and bowed his head. Kili approached next.

Fili has been cleaned of any wounds that he had sustained during the battle. His hair had been cleaned and his clothes were free of blood. It was almost startling to see after so many weeks on the road. It was strange; Fili and Kili caused so much mischief all their lives that smiles rarely left their faces. He looked peaceful now.

Kili closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the tears come again. He felt Thorin’s comforting hand on his shoulder, a silent act of support between kin. The two stood silently at Fili’s head while the company made their way around to pay their respects. There was not a dry eye among them. Kili found himself looking to Oreliell and Vedis.

Vedis’s eyes seemed to sparkle a little, but Kili couldn’t quite tell in the dim light. Oreliell on the other hand was clearly crying. Her gaze never strayed from Fili’s body. Kili thought she looked deep in thought. A gentle nudge from Dwalin startled her and he saw her wince slightly before moving. Vedis led her over to where Gandalf, Radagast, and Beorn were standing. Kili glanced at his uncle, whose eyes also seemed to follow the sisters.

Both their attention was brought back as Dain finally stepped forward, crown in hand. Thorin bowed his head, allowing Dain to set the crown upon his head. As Thorin stood up, Kili could see the difference in him. It was nothing like before the battle. He no longer looked weighed down, nor was there an unpleasant air around him. He was still simply Thorin.

Dain turned to face the dwarven masses that watched from above.

“Long live the king!” he shouted.

“Long live the king!” the crowd cheered. They raised their swords, a symbol of their loyalty to their new king.

Thorin let them cheer for a minute before raising his arms. The room slowly fell silent again.

“I am deeply thankful for all that have stood by me and have bravely fought for our homeland,” he said. His voice carried throughout the room, demanding the attention and respect that a king deserved. “And I am honored to finally serve as your king. Let this mark a new age for dwarves as we rebuild our kingdom to its glory!”

The mountain erupted with cheers again. They were all excited to see their homeland finally reclaimed and restored. And under Thorin’s leadership, they would begin to see that. Thorin waited until they calmed so he could continue.

“For now, let today be a day of remembrance. A day to remember the end of hardship for Durin’s folk. A day to remember the victory that occurred here, that will be told for all of time. And a day on which we remember those that gave their lives fighting for our home.” He smiled and raised his arms. “Let us celebrate! For Erebor!”

“For Erebor!”

The mountain soon came alive as the dwarves readied a celebration. The kitchens were crowded as food was being prepared. Others were busy cleaning the great hall and setting it up with tables, chairs, and benches. Kili was amazed by how effectively they moved, despite not having been in Erebor for decades.

He looked at the company, who were gathered together to discuss what needed done. Thorin was talking with Dwalin, pointing at different things around the room. But every now and then, his gaze would drift over to Oreliell, who sat with Vedis several yards away. Any time Oreliell realized she was being watched, Thorin turned his gaze away. It was almost painful to watch the two of them.

But Kili realized that someone was missing.

“Where’s Bilbo?” he asked those nearby.

“I thought I saw him walk that way with Balin,” Ori said, pointing down a hall. “He had his pack with him and everything.”

“You don’t suppose he’s leaving, do you?” Nori asked.

“Bilbo is journeying home,” Oreliell said, having just joined them. “Balin offered to walk him out to meet with Gandalf.”

“Without a proper goodbye?” Bofur said. “That won’t do. Come on, lads! We ought to give the hobbit a proper sendoff!”

The company followed Bofur down the hallway. Kili walked by Oreliell’s side, knowing that she would be walking slower than normal. She hid it well, but he could tell she was uncomfortable. He glanced behind him, smiling slightly when he saw Thorin and Dwalin following as well. Thorin’s eyes were primarily on Oreliell, as if to also keep an eye on her. Kili smiled and turned forward again.

As they neared the front gate, they could hear Balin and Bilbo talking.

“There will be a great feast tonight,” Balin was saying. “Songs will be sung, tales will be told. And the past few days will fall into legend. As will Fili.”

Bilbo shook his head slightly.

“I know that’s how you must honor him,” he said, “but to me, he was never that. To me… he was…” He sighed, unable to find the words. Instead, he adjusted his pack. “I think I’ll slip quietly away. Will you tell the others I said goodbye?”

“You can tell them yourself.”

Bilbo paused and turned around. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw that the company had gathered. The company smiled back at him. He turned to face them all. He looked at them for a long moment before speaking.

“If any of you are ever passing Bag End, tea is at four. There’s plenty of it. You are welcome anytime.” The company bowed to him, smiles on their faces. “Oh, and uh, don’t bother knocking.”

The dwarves chuckled. Kili knew they were each recalling the day they first met Bilbo at his home.

Thorin stepped forward, a smile on his face. He placed his hand on Bilbo’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Bilbo, for all that you have done for our people. You are truly the greatest friend one can ask for. I would take back my words and deeds at the Gate. You did what only a true friend would do. Forgive me. I was too blind to see it. I am so sorry that I have led you into such peril.”

Bilbo shook his head.

“No, I’m glad to have shared in your perils, Thorin. Each and every one of them. It is far more than any Baggins deserves.”

Thorin smiled at him. He pulled Bilbo into a brief hug before stepping back.

“Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books. And your armchair. Plant your trees. Watch them grow. If more people valued home above gold, this world would be a merrier place. You are welcome in Erebor any time.”

“Thank you, Thorin. I wish you all the best. All of you.”

Kili smiled as he walked forward.

“Farewell, Mister Boggins,” he said, grinning when Bilbo chuckled. “Safe travels back to the Shire. I hope to see you again.”

“You as well, Kili.”

The rest of the company said their own goodbyes. Finally, Oreliell and Vedis stepped up to the hobbit. Oreliell bowed her head, placing her hand over her chest before extending it to Bilbo.

“It was an honor to travel beside you, Bilbo,” she said. “You are by far the bravest hobbit Vedis and I have ever come across. You have our respect and our thanks.”

“And you have mine,” Bilbo said. “It was truly amazing to meet you both.”

Vedis set her hand on Bilbo’s shoulder. A moment later, Bilbo’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped in surprise. His eyes darted between the sisters and he stuttered.

“Are you- did she just- wait, I-”

Oreliell chuckled while Vedis smiled fondly. She removed her hand a minute later, leaving Bilbo and the dwarves surprised still.

“Until we meet again, mellon.” Oreliell looked at Gandalf, who stood ready with a pony and a horse. “Take care of him, Gandalf,” she called.

“Of course. As if I would allow anything to happen to our burglar,” Gandalf replied.

With one last round of goodbyes, Bilbo made his way to the wizard. The company watched as they mounted their rides and slowly made their way down the hillside.

“You know, I’ll miss the hobbit,” Kili said after a while.

Oreliell scoffed and smirked down at him.

“You’ll miss picking on him, you mean.”

Kili shrugged.

“We have much to be thankful for because of Master Baggins,” Thorin said. “We owe him much.”

“Aye, and it’s a shame he didn’t stick around for the feast,” Nori said.

“Guess we’ll just have to eat and drink in his honor,” Gloin replied.

“Let’s get going then, lads!” Bofur said. “Celebration awaits!”

#The hobbit #Tolkien #Thorin Oakenshield #Thorin #Thorin Oakenshield x oc #Thorin x oc #Thorin Oakenshield x elf oc #Thorin x elf oc #Thorin x elf #The hobbit oc #Fan fiction #Star of the mountain

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garbagefarm · 2 years ago

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Mutucule Farm (#10)

2023-02-20, session #10 of Mutucule Farm!

Cast:

Me (@mothmute — Yoshi)

Belle (@snacco — Dry Bones)

Cam (@amanitaspore — Shyguy)

Erin (@salamand3rin — Shyguy or Daisy, depending on whether everybody else hates Daisy)

Highlights include, but are not limited to:

Upgrading Pompkin to be bigger and flatter

mmm, cherry bombs, delicious

content warning: backpacks

look, when a mommy baba yaga hut and a daddy baba yaga hut love each other very much,...

“snompkin” (I do not remember the context)

Marnie: great person, questionable business owner

horse envy!!

Belle finds a weird doll

Gunther can tell you more! ... but do you really want him to?

Belle gets prairie king’d by Abigail

(The Prairie King eats your time)

Delivering Willy a Squid at midnight. squidnight, if you will

Cam holds a burger over his head, and it looks like a hat

I acquire birds!

My naming theme for the birds are birds:

Catbird, Bluejay, Heron, and Grackle

Penny having a little winter picnic with the kids, wants me to tell them about country living!

one of the options says we have the best lumber south of Grampleton. hey, where the fuck is Grampleton?

Vincent wants to know more about goblins

I find a garbage hat!! Wrong farm!!

Belle considers more farm animals, I tell her to goat for it

“I’ll send little Baphomet to her new home right away” thanks Marnie

(The other one is “Black? Phillip”)

RIP Cam, dead in the mines

Cheesecourse rears its ugly head again!

Datin’ Penny

I get a heart event with Penny where she poisons me

... and I click exactly when the dialog options come up, accidentally choosing to lie and say it’s delicious, fantastic

I am one step closer to the Slutch

Sebastian says the frogs aren’t very happy in this weather (it’s winter), saying “poor little guys”— I admire his commitment to frogs

I deliver Emily a rock from Clint and get a smooch

Access to the sewers and Krobus

would talking about void eggs be ... vegg-blogging?

Shane has an encounter with a bear! (pictured below)

I’m just gonna hold onto these eggs

“until they hatch?”

... yes.

“are you going to sit on them?”

The Fish Archives start paying off immediately

Deluxe pack!!

hey guys, who do you main in Junimo Cart?

(Listed up in the “cast”)

Ice fest teleports us from the town entrance to the farm entrance

... why was there a woodpecker on that igloo?

Demetrius forgets his jacket (again)

Cool Pigloo

revvin’ up that hog!

Fish contest!

Belle & Erin take one hole, Cam & I take the other (ours is cursed and I leave)

It’s a tie between me and Belle!

lape nipe snea snap

I wear the victory hat immediately, Belle sticks with the witch hat

“witch hat stays on during sex”

My miserable field of winter forageables is up!

stay away from my crops

Remote milking technology is here, milk wi-fi

Quest to go into the mines and rustle up some grubs!

I hit the Duggy reward in the process

Belle & Sebastian is canon!

Camily is canon!

(I handed Cam a bouquet, we might legally be dating now, too)

The Witch and the Snowman are dating, too (pictured below)

Caroline just sticks a stamp on a potato and mails it to me

I find another garbage hat!! Wrong farm!!

Erin moves the bears around, musical bears

ordering pizza from Jumino’s, instead they remove a glittering boulder

TO-DO:

Fruit trees for the greenhouse? Apples, for bundle-related reasons?

Taller barns? Wider barns? Sheep? Hog??

Taller coop, more birds?

idk, we always need tool upgrades

More! Romance!

Photos:

Shane and the Bear at the Stardrop Saloon

snowman and witch are dating

#stardew valley #mutucule farm

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astralix · 3 months ago

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Act 012 Rotten Touch

Pretty Guardian ✶ Sailor Moon

Characters: Original Characters, Canon Characters-Mentioned Rating: Teen, Older Teen Genre: Angst, Action, Fantasy (Magical Girl) Song: “Omnis Lacrima” Yoko Shimomura

Originally from Final Fantasy XV

Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon. I only own my versions of the Zodiac Senshi, Phoenix, Ophiuchus, and Andromeda.

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Our master has succumbed to endless sleep With him sleeps power. Sleeps our beloved sky, begging for forgiveness Can we once again see the dawn? Defeated, our master sleeps and calls his children through his dreams

Dormit deus faciunt. Dormit perpetua. Dormit domine. Nobis caelum som - Somnus caelum ignosco. Auroram videre potest? Deus dormit in voc suci. Liberi ini et sabe en pacum.

Translation from finalfantasy-xv-news

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“Master, I have located your enemy. He is asleep within the icy region of–”

Sailor Cancer glanced at where her guardian, Acubens was pointing to.

“Very good, I go there at once,” she said, with an immediate turn.

“Master! He’s…” Acubens tried to warn Sailor Cancer, or Himura Umiko.

However, she was not going to have it. Instead she made way to the teleporter.

The cold never particularly bothered her. Even when every single thing was white and it snowed. There was no wonder this planet, Bendis, survived off of its moons. It was hardly inhabited by the people, and the people remained in more temperate environments. She was running into this one blind, instead of letting her previous incarnation tell her where to go.

After all, the soul has a memory of its very own, and it cries for the reunion of one of its mates.

“He’s around here somewhere,” Umiko whispered aloud to herself. “Which direction? Oh yes, northward.” She started towards the north, when a leg came into view. Her eyes widened as she crossed her arms over her face and chest to brace for the blow. She flew in the air and landed in snow just a ways off.

She looked up to see falling snow obscuring her vision of a man aiming a drop kick at her.

She gasped, trying to time it and rolled just in the nick of time as his foot made contact with the snow covered ground.

“SHIT!” She could hear the man shout, as she hurried out of the snow.

Her ruby eyes made contact with his sapphire ones. Her eyes widened as she managed to dodge another blow. This time it was a punch.

‘Fuck, he really wants to kill me!’ she thought. “Not a chance in Hell!” She shouted as she enchanted her fist with ice. Her fist made contact with his own. She grunted, as the wind picked up from their cosmic registers. She panted as she glared into his sapphire eyes, and growled.

He aimed the other fist at her but she grabbed it. He was much taller than her, almost two heads length taller. However,she was determined to beat him. After all, he tried to kill her before when she had fallen for him. He had tried to charm her in the hopes he would control her against Sailor Phoenix or Nakano Tenmei, her friend.

Tears pricked her eyes at the reality of it all, as she kicked him in the knee. Once the young man doubled over, she kicked him in the head with her ruby, heeled boot. Umiko jumped backwards and darted away. She looked over her shoulder and flipped her middle finger out. ‘Take that, scumbag!’ she thought, angrily. She was only answered with a blast that narrowly missed her. She darted around the falling rock.

If he was here to kill her like he said he will, she would just have to do so before he does. Maybe he was afraid of that. And maybe she was scared of touching him again as a Sailor Cancer. As a civilian, she was harmless. As a Senshi, she was harmful. She glanced down at her hands, but looked up.

Bennu, the talking cat, said Sailor Cancer could freeze everything with a touch. She wondered how she could do that now. It was probably the only way she could survive this fight. Her previous form was not human. Her current incarnation was human. She would essentially be killing herself in order to kill her enemy. She nearly slipped as she hid behind a cliff.

She had seconds, but she closed her eyes as memories of her time with this enemy cascaded over her thoughts. It was a happy union at first, but it seemed like peace was short for them both. He had a duty to attend to and her duty was to her Sun Empress. A tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered something one of her now dead comrades told her.

“Your planet, Bendis…” Emiko spoke up.

“Yeah, what about it?” Umiko asked, and Emiko placed a tablet on the table. It was a tablet from Emiko’s previous incarnation’s planet, Anat. Originally from the hidden archives on the planet.

“If you have trouble finding Sailor Phoenix for the ‘Sun in Cancer’ attack, try ‘Bendis in Cancer’. It has similar components to the ‘Moon in Cancer’ here in the solar system,” Emiko said as she pointed at the hologram of Bendis.

“What about your planet and Virgo?” Umiko asked.

“True, I shall try what I said earlier for myself as well. Especially, if this new group of enemies try anything with us,” Emiko said. “‘Anat in Virgo’. But know this… the attack will kill you.”

That was the last she ever heard from Emiko or Sailor Virgo. She must have performed the ‘Anat in Virgo’ attack. She looked down at the ground. Could Umiko have that much resolve as well? She wanted this fight to end so badly, but she wanted to live. However, if her life ended and she was able to take out one of their enemies so Sailor Phoenix did not have to fight more than she had to maybe…

She shed another few tears, before her eyes widened as a fist slammed through the rock near her head.

“Damn it, I missed.” The young man complained, mockingly. “I wonder where she could be?” He readied for another attack, while Umiko covered a hand over mouth and tip-toed through the snow away from where he was going to punch.

‘I had a good run I think, but he’s gotta fucking go,’ she thought, sadly. She glowed silver as she summoned as much of the ice power as she could. She closed her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Heh, found you, little rabbit,” the enemy grinned as he turned to Umiko.

“Along the ecliptic, I am the Guardian of Ice and the Home, Sailor Cancer! In the name of my constellation and Bendis, I will vanquish you! Bendis…!” She vowed.

“So, that’s how you want to go out? Heh! Very well,” the enemy crossed his outstretched arms. A blue flame formed into an ‘x’ and he aimed it at Sailor Cancer.

“...in Cancer!” She finished, as she outstretched her arms. Light started to engulf everything. She thought of the friends she met and finally was able to keep. She thought of their support and strength. She would miss it. She thought of the good times she had in the relationship with her enemy. However, it was time to go. One more tear fell, and she could feel the crystal forming around her and him.

Auroram videre potest? (Can we once again see the dawn?)

Maybe. As the light of the moon touched the encased Sailor Senshi and her enemy. The ice shimmered.

On another planet, a familiar orange-red haired young lady stopped. She took out a small disc. It told her whether or not her beloved friends were still alive. She scanned the disc, and found the silver embers surrounding the Crab flickering out. Tears welled in her eyes and overflowed as she fell to her knees.

Another of her friends was lost… how can she keep going?

Sailor Phoenix weeped as Sailor Ophiuchus looked in back of her at the pig-tailed neo-Sun Empress.

“We must give the universe hope again, your Majesty. You must grant them Dawn,” she said, determined to keep the younger alive.

#angstober 2024 #angstober #angstober prompt rotten touch #〖umiko himura〗♋ 『cancer crystal moonstone power make up』#〖story〗♋ 『writ in ice crystal』#frozen in ice cw #death cw

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