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Meta: Mikorei and the Weight of Responsibility

There is endless depth to the relationship between Mikoto and Munakata in K Project. Right from the beginning of the show we’re dropped into the thick of their dynamic, rough edges and power struggles and unfinished negotiations and all. It takes until the end of the first season to really make sense of what’s going on; but once we get there, I think the greatest tragedy of all is how responsible they both feel, and how inevitability those responsibilities lead to the conclusion they finally come to.

It’s a facet of their kingship. Being a King in K Project is a burden much more so than it is a gift; it comes with power, certainly, and some measure of control, but more immediately it comes with responsibility to your followers, regardless of where they come from. We see some of this in the way Homra speaks to and about Mikoto, and in the deliberate respect Scepter 4 offers to Munakata; it’s even there in Shiro’s reluctance to take on too many followers of his own, because once you have a clan following you you have certain responsibilities to them, and certain expectations that come with that role. Munakata is clearly very aware of these responsibilities, both to his clan and in his role as a keeper of the peace; but Mikoto’s actions throughout the show are ultimately premised on his same sense of responsibility, albeit to a different goal, and it is ultimately that which brings them to the inevitable conclusion of the show.

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Perfect - A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: This was mostly written as a personal / cathartic piece. I considered keeping this private, but then I realized someone else out there might need this as badly as I did. This is by far the most emotionally taxing piece I have ever written. The content is heavy and I cried while writing it, so be careful if you choose to read on. Please do not read if you are triggered by self-hate, (self) body-shaming, or similar themes. I would hate to upset anyone else…if you ever need to talk, I’m here.

Originally posted by nellaey

She trudged down the stairs, praying that her book would be right where she left it. She had little patience for side quests today. Thankfully, there it sat. On the table she’d been sitting at hours prior. Still opened to the page she’d been memorizing on Draught of Living Death. 

Hustling toward it, she scooped it up into her arms and turned to head back up to her room. Incredibly eager to fall into her bed and ignore everything for a while. Perhaps forever.

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Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales International Trailer

Aka the one where Elizabeth Turner, née Swann shows up

Corset (Evan Hansen x Reader)

AN; Chubby reader! I feel like I wrote the beginning based off of how I feel about myself? I have never worn a corset, though.

WC; 1,635

TW; insecure reader, crying

Request: if you have time, pls do an evan x chubby reader where she’s super insecure and he just loves her and the squish… and everyone is friends and all love and support each other HNNNGG i love your writing !! :)

You slid on a baggy sweatshirt and pushed the sleeves up, sighing deeply. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, looking at your thick thighs and chubby face. You ripped the sweatshirt off, frustrated tears gathering at your eyes. You paced for a minute, not letting the tears fall. You ended up stopping in front of the mirror and looking at your shirtless torso. You raised your hand gently, running your finger across a stretch mark on your stomach. You looked at your chest, seeing fading stretch marks and new stretch marks on your breasts as well. You crossed your arms, thinking about what you could wear. A single tear fell, but the rest refused to fall.

Your face lit up slightly, and you stumbled over to your underwear drawer. You slid it open and dug your hand into the back, slowly pulling out a tight corset. You shuffled back to the mirror and gently wrapped it around your stomach. You took a deep breath and clipped it as tight as it would go. You slid on a tank top over it, and then a slightly loose t-shirt. You turned sideways in the mirror and looked at your figure, a frown still on your face. Nothing was good enough for you.

You shook your head and walked out of your room, into the kitchen and then outside to your front steps. You sat down, setting your backpack right next to you. You sat there for a few minutes, waiting for your friends and boyfriend to come pick you up. It was sunny, and you were sweating in your (jeans/leggings). You refused to wear shorts in school, because you felt like everybody would stare at the way your legs jiggle when you walk. Not even Evan has seen you in shorts.

A packed car pulled up, and you heard someone shouting for you to hop in. You stood up and approached Zoe’s convertible, slowing down when you noticed Alana decided to ride with you guys today. That meant you were going to have to sit on Evan’s lap.

“Ohohoh, this is great! Sit on Evan, (Y/n)!” Jared cried, a huge smile on his face. Jared was squished in the middle back seat, between Connor and Evan. Alana and Zoe were in the front together, giggling.

“You can- you can.. S-Sit on my lap. O-Only if you’re comfortable! You-You don’t have to!” Evan squeaked, his face bright red.

You shuffled, unable to think of an excuse to get out of it. You hesitantly stepped forward and climbed in, gently setting yourself on Evan’s lap. Everyone was giggling, and your face was bright red. You were tense and making sure you were holding yourself up so you didn’t have to put your full weight on Evan.

You felt Evan hesitantly wrap his arms around your waist, his hands hooking together in your lap. Your face was bright red as Evan gently pulled you into his chest, resting his head on your shoulder. The move was bold for Evan, and it was enough to make you die inside. He was so cute, but you were afraid you were crushing him.

Your friends returned to singing and talking after they had giggled and teased a bit. Evan rested on of his hands on your side, and you could almost tell he was confused. He gently rubbed up and down your side for a second, then whispered to you.

“What are you wearing under your shirt?” Evan turned red. “I didn’t m-mean that in a w-weird way.”

You shook your head, gently taking his hand off your side and holding it in your hands.

“It’s not a big deal, Evan.” You mumbled, looking at his hands.

“Is it a corset?” Evan blurted, making everyone glance at you two.

“A corset?” Alana said, turning to look at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Why would you need one of those?” Zoe questioned, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. Jared was going to make a comment but decided against it. He had known you the longest, and he had remembered walking in on you crying in a tank top in your room once. You were in a ball in front of your mirror, and you had told him about every insecurity you’ve ever had.

Connor was looking at you with sympathetic and slightly mad eyes. He couldn’t believe you felt like you needed one. He knew how it felt to be insecure, and it was a horrible feeling. Everyone in the car knew that feeling.

“I-I, uhm, it’s- yeah, it’s a cor-corset.” You said nervously, glancing at your hands.

“(Y/n)..” Evan sighed, hugging you closely. It was quiet for the next minute, the radio playing quietly in the background. Zoe pulled the car up to the school and parked, turning it off.

You all climbed out of the car one after the other, awkwardly smiling. The bell rang, and you all said your goodbyes.

Evan walked you to your class like he always did, but this time he was very touchy. He held onto your waist as you both walked, and he was pressed into your side. When you arrived to your classroom he kissed you.

“Hey, I have something for you after school. Is it okay if I come over after school and give it to you?” Evan said, pushing your hair behind your ear gently.

“Y-Yeah, of course. I’ll see you then.” You mumbled, blushing.

You had taken the bus home to avoid any awkward conversations in the car. You had sat with your old friends Michael and Jeremy so you weren’t alone. You ruffled Jeremy’s hair and gently hit Michael on the back of the head as you got off the bus, earning a yell and laugh from each.

You walked up the steps with a smile, entering your house quietly.

“Hey, hun’, how was school?” Your dad called out, looking up from his newspaper.

“It was alright.” You said, heading upstairs towards your room.

“Hey, I’m heading out in a few minutes, okay?” Your dad called out, hearing an okay from you.

You ripped your shirt off when you got into your room. You struggled to unclip the corset, so you just gave up and laid down on your bed. You had heard your dad yell goodbye and drive away. You stared at your ceiling while completely zoning out. There was a faint knock at your door and you slowly got up to answer, forgetting you were in your bra and corset.

“Oh, hey Evan.” You smiled halfheartedly, letting him come in.

“Y-Your- um, corset? I- Uh..” Evan stuttered, diverting his eyes away from you.

“Oh,” You mumbled. “I couldn’t get it off.”

Evan glanced at you, an odd sadness in his eyes.

“I can, uh, help you take it off?” He mumbled, keeping his eyes locked with yours. You nodded and stepped towards him, your face red.

He hesitantly raised his hands to the clips and started to slowly undo them, his face redder than a tomato. He let the corset fall to the ground, and you immediately wrapped your arms around your body insecurely.

Evan’s eyes were wide as he looked at you. He dropped a bag you hadn’t even realized he was holding.

“You’re-You’re..” Evan began.

“Fat, chubby, gross?” You snapped, small tears gathering in your eyes.

“No, no, my god, no. You’re gorgeous, you’re so gorgeous.” Evan said, stepping forward and hugged you. He wouldn’t let you know but he could cry right now. He didn’t know that was how you felt about yourself.

“But-but I have stretch marks and-and..” You stuttered, the tears falling slowly.

“Everything has flaws, (Y/n).” Evan whispered into your hair. “Our flaws make us unique, these beautiful unique people. Words fail when it comes to describing how gorgeous you are.”

You sniffled, hugging Evan. “I love you so much, Evan.” You whispered.

“I love you too. I also have something for you.” Evan gently pulled away from the hug and wiped your tears, smiling at you. Evan bent down and pulled a (fav color) dress from the bag.

“I saw this and thought of you. I could only imagine how cute you would look in it.” He gently handed you the dress and you unfolded it, seeing it was a knee high, sleeveless, (fav color) lace dress. You thought it was a cute dress, but you didn’t know if it’d look good on you. You were also slightly embarrassed Evan knew your clothing sizes.

“Here, I’ll help you.” Evan seemed to loose a lot of his anxiety when he was alone with you. He stepped forward and helped you slip it on gently. He walked around to your back and zipped it carefully. He spun you around so you could see yourself in the mirror.

“So?” Evan smiled sheepishly, wrapping his arms around you and setting his head on your shoulder.

“It’s beautiful. I’m beautiful.” You whispered, resting your hands on top of Evan’s.

“I told you, you were beautiful.” Evan pressed a kiss to your cheek.

teratomatastic  asked:

I have a character who gets mauled by a vicious beasty (think grizzly bear with bigger teeth). What kind of injuries would you see from that? Is losing limbs realistic? Thanks!

Ohhhhh yes it is. Grizzlies – our comparison animal – are strong, mighty beasts. And whether it’s with their teeth or not, they’re more than happy to rip limbs out of sockets and fling them across the plains. 

But don’t just consider limb injuries! Consider things like…

  • Head injuries: cuts / bruises 
  • Head injuries: concussion, TBI 
  • Abdomen: [EVISCERATION]  (this link is everything you need to know about eviscerations) 
  • Limbs: Traumatic Amputation 
  • Hypovolemic shock secondary to bleeding secondary to… gross mauling 
  • Ruptured eyeball 
  • Tearing off of cheeks 
  • Broken arms
  • Broken legs 
  • Broken ribs 
  • Skull fractures 

Ummm…. basically if you can hit it and break it or rip it and tear it a bear can do it if it’s in the mood, and your creature has EVEN MOAR TEETH. 

So go to town! Maim, mangle, maul, malign… An it harm your character, do what ye will. 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty


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