honors defense

Sonnet for President Trump

Shall I compare thee to a Shakespeare play?
Thou art less clever and less literate,
But how else should poor poets have their say?
Alas, our leader lacks a donkey’s wit!
Sometime too fierce the fire of ego burns,
And when a man is made to look a fool,
He rages ’gainst the mockery he earns,
As little boys will cry when teas’d at school.
But thy eternal tantrums shall not wane,
Nor shalt thou e’er unclench thy tiny fists,
Nor listen when the people dare to say,
“’Tis you, dear sir, who made a scene of this.”
        So long as men can breathe and speech is free,
        The Bard shall speak and show thy shame to thee.


(4 July 2017, in honor and defense of freedom of artistic expression)

Case Closed (Jungkook x Reader)

Admin: Candi
Request: Can i request a rough jungkook smut? Thx btw.. – anon”
Fandom: BTS
Member/reader: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut, Lawyer!AU
Warnings: Smoking, language, hair pulling, daddy kink, spitting, slapping, choking
Words: 3.6k
Authors note: O this is a treat for all you jungkook stans, hope you enjoy it and lemme know what you think. Thank you! Also I ain’t a lawyer so don’t judge my case scene lmao.

           As a child you always thought you’d end up being a vet, then during your teens you wanted to be a tattoo artist since you entered the rebellious phase at that stage. Throughout the years you never saw yourself as a lawyer but here you are, your first case was happening today and you were going against the most respected and feared lawyer in the company. His name was Jungkook and he always won every case. You wanted to kick your boss in the teeth for putting you up against Jungkook for your first ever case but you were also quite flattered knowing that your boss thought you’re good enough to go against Jungkook.

           The case has been going on for a few months, your client was a victim of identity fraud and Jungkook was defending the person who did it. If the judge had any common sense you’d easily win the case but it’s not about that, it’s about knowledge and confidence, it’s much like having a debate; the more facts you put forward the more likely you’ll win.

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  • my brain: what if that person thinks I stole this story idea from them
  • me: please, that's not going to happen, they're too diff-
  • my brain, already constructing an elaborate argument in my defense: your honor before the end of this trial I intend to prove that my client's story is actually based on a one piece fanfiction she wrote years before the other author began writing their comparative piece, and furthermore has always shown a penchant for these character types regardless of outside influences. let's begin with freshman year of high sch--
  • me: okay I guess we'll do this for two hours then
Halloween 2017 #13: Recovered: Stenographer's Record Of Courtroom 2B

Length: Short

“Your Honor, the defense calls the defendant to the stand.”

“Mr. {REDACTED}, exactly what is it you do for a living?”

“I’m a performer. You know, like kid’s birthday parties and stuff? Parents want a character to show up, sometimes a clown or a Mickey Mouse-type. Been a superhero plenty of times, too. It’s nothing fancy, but it pays the bills.”

“Would it be fair to say you play professional dress-up, Mr. {REDACTED}?”

“Heh, that’s the way {REDACTED} - that is, my wife, used to describe it.”

“I see. Mr. {REDACTED}, could you please tell us what really happened on that Halloween night?”

“I mean, uh, if you really want to hear it…”

“We do, Mr. {REDACTED}, please begin.”

“Okay…so Halloween’s usually a great season for me and the guys. Get a lot of jobs coming in for haunted houses, pranks, parties and all that. We got a whole warehouse back at company HQ just loaded with Halloween gear. It’s spooky, man! Uh, anyway, job comes in - some clients want a serial killer to show up at their Halloween party for a while. Put on a show, "murder” some guests, that type of thing. Pretty typical stuff, really. They said they had a costume in mind, something they already had at the house. We normally didn’t do that sort of thing, but these guys were paying through the nose so we let it slide.“

"You broke company regulations?”

“Well, uh, not exactly. My boss approved it, and this type of thing happens pretty often. Now, the costume they gave me was mainly basic stuff - black cloak, fake hatchet, all that jazz. But they also gave me this weird mask to wear. It had that kinda soulless, Michael Myers-type look. Pretty sure it was old because it was wooden - and that smell - it smelled like a cat died in it or something, I don’t know. But hey, that’s what the customers paid for, so I wore it.”

“Mr. {REDACTED}, can you recall the night’s events that occurred after you put on the mask?”

(No response)

“Mr. {REDACTED}?”

“No.”

“You don’t recall grabbing the chainsaw from the garage and slicing partygoers in half?”

“No.”

“You don’t recall leaving their heads on spikes at the edge of the yard, horrifying countless trick-or-treaters in the process?”

“No.”

“You don’t recall gathering the eyeballs of the dead, blending them into a smoothie, and drinking them through your mask to the horror of gathering onlookers?”

“No.”

“Mr. {REDACTED}, why can’t you recall these actions?”

“Because you got it wrong. I never wore that mask. It wore me.”

“Do you mean this mask, Mr. {REDACTED}?”

(Incoherent reply)

“Come again?”

“I said get that fucking thing away from me.”

“Mr. {REDACTED}, I’d like you to try on this mask for the court in order to prove your innocence.”

“You’re out of your goddamned mi - wait - you! You were there that night! The clie - (muffled)”

“Bailiff, please restrain the defendant for the demonstration.”

“ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHGGG

-TRANSCRIPT END-

Credits to: SpookWilliamsPI (story)

When you trynna kill

But your sensei makes a knot with your limbs

everybody was kung fu fighting!

[The Shaolin Monks] pursue spiritual peace through mastery of bare-fisted murder.  – The Simpsons, 16x12 “Goo Goo Gai Pan”

To fight is a concept with which every person on the planet is familiar. From the impoverished bowels of third-world countries to the highest echelon of wealthy societies, fighting can almost be heralded as the true universal language. People fight for what they love, against what they hate, for change, for honor, for glory, for money, to stave boredom, to get fit. Every day, wars are waged against both mental and physical obstacles to success. The most personally successful individuals are the ones who brave adversity and courageously do battle with what threatens to block or distract them from their goals. 

Challenging someone to a duel is not a foreign concept in the Western world, but conditions had to be met before making such a challenge was considered socially acceptable. Bound by a set of societal mores (the essential or characteristic customs and conventions of a community, by the dictionary definition), duels were usually made over questions of personal honor. At least superficially, the point of the duel (whether it be carried out with swords, guns, or mano-a-mano) was for each participant to demonstrate a willingness to lay their life on the line for the restoration of honor, either to themselves, their families, or some entity they represented. 

In the Chinese culture (the birthplace of kung fu and by proxy many hundreds of styles of martial arts), such a challenge is called gong sau, or “speak hand.” Plainly, it is a challenge made by one individual to another to test the skills of that individual’s school or style. It was often enacted in private and under relatively civilized conditions. Bruce Lee himself notably engaged in such a fight with the still-living Wong Jack Man at Lee’s school nine years before Lee’s untimely death. The fight was unrecorded and, following tradition, held in near-complete privacy. Performed in good faith, gong sau is meant to enhance a student’s knowledge base and physical versatility, not to harm or disgrace the opponent. These days, many reputable kung fu schools will actually have written policies either barring their students from challenging other schools for the sake of martial morality or greatly restricting the circumstances under which a challenge can occur. Martial arts is a business, and while injuries are common, injuries acquired by way of an outside challenge can potentially irreparably damage a school’s reputation.

Originally posted by feiyueshoes-sizechart

So what if the challenger wishes to challenge a member of his own school? Then it is not a question of style or the skill of instruction, but of skill. When does a match between fellow students cross the line of propriety?

Martial artists live by a code set forth by their masters and the school they are trained in. In a traditional martial art like Shaolin kung fu, the mind is trained as much as the body, and attitude is tantamount to effective absorption not only of the physical material, but of the headspace critical to becoming a respected member of the school community. Those students who embody every aspect of wu de (”martial morality”) are seen as pillars of the microcosmic society that is the kung fu school. Martial arts is indeed a sub-culture of the world-at-large, operating with its own norms, rules, traditions, and mores. There is a way a martial artist is expected to behave here, and while new students typically pick it up by power of observation, elder students have been known to correct them verbally when breaches of conduct are observed. It is the duty of higher-ranking belts to do just that, politely but firmly, to school them into the appropriate role of respectful, passionate student.

Enter the Tiger

Originally posted by dannythug9

Tiger is the youngest third-degree black belt in the school, a few years my junior but two full ranks (and many chambers) my senior. I do not know the exact timeline or details of his martial arts history, but he began his kung fu training a few years ago as a child, and earned his black belt in Taekwondo before that. He is a champion wrestler and world-champion kung fu competitor numerous times over, cross-trains in groundfighting arts, and is a highly skilled sparring partner. His athletic abilities alone make him somewhat of a marvel to newer and seasoned students alike, martial skill aside. But what makes Tiger truly admirable is his humility, coolheadedness, and unwavering willingness to help any student who asks for it. About martial etiquette he maintains and encourages a historically “traditional” frame of thinking and it comes across very obviously in the way he shows deference to other instructors, treats his students, and handles conflict. Though quite serious when it comes to matters of martial propriety, Tiger is fun-loving, amicable, and always game for a round of sparring. The rest of us students love the uncommon occasions Tiger is able to break away from his personal commitments and come train for the simple reason that he is fun to watch and his great attitude makes him a highly respected, but highly accessible role model. I know of no one who has ventured to disrespect him. In fact, I know of no one who is not completely awestruck at him.

So when, one evening, a white belt walked up to Tiger and challenged him to a fight, I imagine even Tiger was himself was somewhat taken aback.

Enter the White Belt. 

He’s a young man around Tiger’s age, give or take a couple years, with short, curly hair and big, shiny glasses. So fresh to the kwoon his perfectly black uniform still gleams under the fluorescent lights, he approaches Tiger and personally challenges him to a fight. 

I was not present at the time, engaged in a class that was simultaneously occurring. The school was crowded with students that day, and once class ended at 7:30 that evening those who had attended flooded to the back of the school, on their way to locker rooms or the carpet to stretch. As I walked by, equally purposed, I saw Tiger kneeling on the floor, the white belt’s head between his legs, the rest of him all but immobilized as he struggled to buck Tiger off. Tiger, of course, looked as calm and collected as ever, if not slightly irked. Having no picture of what was occurring, as I had just entered the situation, I only got the impression that this wasn’t a usual sparring match.

Fascinated, I reached out to Tiger after the fervor had died down to try and figure out what had happened.

Goat (me): He challenged you?

Tiger: Yes, he did. The issue I had with him was that I specifically told him there was a difference between sparring and challenging someone. I made it clear that if he wanted to spar I would… make it a learning experience. But if he’s asking for a challenge, it’s completely different.

In a martial arts community, I agree wholeheartedly: vernacular is important. Challenging someone seems to imply that the challenger wishes to do the other person some degree of harm to prove a point, barring defense of honor, which was not the context here.

Tiger: I told him that it was inappropriate for him to actually challenge someone at the school, especially at his rank and lack of skill. Said that at this point, he should be seeking help and guidance rather than walking around challenging black belts.

Which is apparently exactly what the young man had been doing. Prior to making his fatal mistake with Tiger, he challenged Monkey, Horse, and a handful of other notable students. With no previous martial arts training except for some summers spent with a grandfather who was apparently proficient in some form of Aikido, he really never stood a chance. 

Goat: Challenging someone to get better sounds exactly like some old-fashioned school-of-hard-knocks bullshit instilled by an overbearing (or at least misguided) father figure. 

Monkey, Dragon, and I got on the subject of the challenge while hanging out at home a few nights later. It was then I first found out the white belt had been challenging other black belts; Monkey revealed he’d been issued (and accepted) a similar challenge, as had Horse. Monkey, naturally, prevailed in the match. I was surprised to hear that after losing to two successive second-degree black belts the young man would bother trying to win against a third-degree, but then, a lack of logic had already proven a recurring theme. Dragon, interestingly, had not been challenged, and expressed rhetorical curiosity as to why. To me, it was glaringly obvious: either he hadn’t gotten around to it, or (more likely), the student was shying from Dragon because, well, Dragon’s a big, scary-looking motherfucker. Tiger and Horse are both of average height and relatively unassuming standing a crowd of students. Monkey is tall but thin. I speculated that the white belt had shown at least some intelligence picking opponents with a body type most similar to his own. Tiger, Horse, and Monkey may have all presented the illusion of being equally manageable.

When I had the chance to introduce myself to the young man (I try to do this with all new students), he told me that Tiger reminded him of his grandfather, who was a “fighter,” but seemed hesitant to share more with me, perhaps still shamed from his encounter with the black belt. Still, he kept a smile on his face when I asked him if he’d learned anything, replying yes, I got a lesson in vernacular. Before taking my leave, I asked him if he was still on his quest to challenge black belts to fights and he shook his head abashedly. 

Tiger’s account describes giving the kid a chance to rescind, or at least to re-consider what exactly he was asking for. As always, Tiger extended the offer to spar, to help coach the young man about technique while in a practice hand-to-hand scenario, but the white belt was relentless, insisting on a “challenge.” With his great reverence for martial etiquette at the helm, as well as the honor of the school in his hands, Tiger acted in defense of both and allowed the engagement. It didn’t last long, and while Tiger was not cruel, hurtful, or punitive, he did not show mercy with his technique nor offered any of the usual encouragement or helpful criticism that a student would be blessed to receive from him in the course of a training match.

Tiger: A challenge is a questioning. It questions my rank, my skill, my training and, most of all, my teachers. As a direct representative of their teachers, a martial artist can not take a challenge lying down. Some people might see that as an old-school mentality (the entire idea of someone challenging a martial artist is, by itself, pretty old-school), but I take it very seriously.

(Tiger, center, earning his third-degree sash last year.)

In researching modern opinions on gong sau (though this incident doesn’t completely align with the definition) I came across numerous opinions about the subject. Perhaps common-sensically, many martial artists advise against it unless certain criteria are met and rules set in place governing the fight. The best advice I read was simply this: just don’t go looking for a fight, because eventually you will find one and it will not end well. Moreover, it seems to me that if one’s mindset is so narrow and linear that it drives an individual to believing the best way to achieve the goal of becoming a great fighter is to continually challenge fighters of much higher skill, that student would be more suited to a Muay Thai or boxing gym than a kung fu school.

“The most dangerous time for any student of any discipline is when the student is at a point where ambition outreaches skill. This will serve to keep the student training, but can result in some harsh lessons.” - anonymous

Needless to say, I’m keeping an interested eye on the white belt’s development.

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Send 🐇 to give my muse a plush toy!

{ … She’s… She’s resisting the urge to hug the plushie. Yes, it’s adorable. Yes, it’s a cuddleable item. Yes, it was a gift. But no. She was not going to hug it in public. It… It would look rather awkward. Especially with the fact that her co-worker was standing right there and had been the one to give her this… Plush toy. And it was shaped exactly like her, but smaller. }

~{” … Ehm… Thank you, Yellow…“}~

All Glory to the Cobalt Crown.

Or Else We Bleed.

No matter what @jukeboxx-and-wrekkord says, don’t believe them. This is entirely their fault and I will not be held responsible for it.

In seriousness. There is one thing that I think a lot of us, if not most of us, can agree on: Seto Kaiba has a lot of healing to do. He has so many different wounds, from so many different battles, and I don’t think it’s much of a stretch to say that the man could use a good cry.

It’s cathartic. It’s part of the process. It’s healthy.

But that begs the question … what would drive Seto Kaiba to tears? And with whom would he feel secure enough to let them fall?

I believe that I have found the answer.

It was a ritual. There was no other label that suited the grim suspense with which Seto went about the process of … revealing the truth.

The ritual hadn’t started as anything serious. Yugi had, in a moment of oblivious appreciation, simply asked why Seto didn’t “show off” more often. He’d meant it as a half-jibe, half-compliment. After all, it wasn’t like he could be blamed for noticing his boyfriend’s “attributes.”

It seemed to Yugi that someone as spotlight-hungry as Seto so often was, or at least projected himself to be, would take satisfaction in having people appreciate his looks, as surely they would.

But here they were, half past midnight, and Seto looked like he’d just come home from a funeral.

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anonymous asked:

Hmm, well since you were already asked about him how about Roxas?

Oh darling yes let’s sit down and talk about Roxas.

My bae in Kingdom hearts

My reason for even giving KH a chance to be the awesome shit that it is~

put a character in my ask

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

I love Roxy so much you have no idea. He’s suffered so much and it hurts my heart whenever I think of what DiZ did to him like fuck you asshole I’m glad you’re dead I hope you never come back. I don’t care if he’s sorry…I’m just sorry Roxas didn’t send y0 ass to the shadow realms that’s the place where he and Aqua are I like calling it that lmao

ship with: Oh oh oh I ship him with Sora!!! SoRoku all the way! I also ship him with Naminé because awwww that ship is sooo adorable -sniffs- and I ship him with Riku too! I’m not sure when that started but one day I thought to myself “Dang Riku and Roxas sure had a weirdly yaoi moment oh NO I NEED FANFIC” and that ship was born lol. I don’t ship him with Axel tho’–idk that ship rubs me wrong maybe because, to me at least, I didn’t see Roxas return those feelings Axel obviously had for him? Meh idk I brotp it tho’ so there’s that.

general opinions: Roxas deserves better. He deserves the world after everything he’s been through. Out of all the KH characters I swear Roxas is the one that suffered the most–got the short end of the stick. And I’m not talking about returning to Sora I swear him doing that saved him from more misery and disappointment. I…I don’t know…his entire existence had been a lie–fabricated by the Organization and he was manipulated again and again by nearly everyone he made contact with. Whether it was from OrgXIII to Riku and DiZ to his virtual Twilight Town–everything he’s ever known was a lie. The only thing that was good, for a moment, was Xion and Axel and their little ice cream breaks up on the tower–but even that ended tragically and when Axel tried to save him it just…it just pushed Roxas away. I swear the only thing that wasn’t a lie to him–that he felt was right–was Sora and trying to find him. He wanted answers hence why he left and it’s for that reason he found Sora and it became okay again. Ugh and my heart hurts because KH3D had Sora telling him what no one had ever told him before.

And I can never ever forgive DiZ or anyone that hurt this precious bae–hurt him so much that Sora could feel the pain and had to make it right again.

Because you know Sora is the only right thing in Roxas’ lonely world.

Oh gods Imma cry now wtf

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Even though he's a cop, Nick still experiences speciesism.

Oh what is this lovely present the angst angles have blessed me with.

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It had always been there.  Existing in the background the whole time.  Nick was well aware of for it.

From the whispers at the academy from those he did better then, to strained smiles by more senior offers.  To the carefully worded reporting in articles and news casts, and the masked dirty looks officers from internal affairs give him time to time.

It was always going to be there.  Becoming the first fox officer on ZPD was not going to change.  Ever.  It guest meant everyone was a little more tight lipped in the face of progress.

But it was always background noise.  

Or at least it had been.

“Your honor, I ask that evidence against my client that was handled by Officer Wilde, be removed from the case.”  The defense attorney declared, after asking Nick three questions about the case.

“Objection!”  The DA snapped, bolting up from their seat.  “Grounds for such a demand.”

“On the grounds that Officer Wilde, tampered or planted evidence against my client.”

What?” Nick snapped in his seat at the stand.  His eyes wide in shock, and a feeling of dread coiling in stomach.  

He should have known something like this might be coming after the defense lawyer’s questions.  He’d been in the conning game enough to know what game the other lawyer was getting at.

“Your honor!”  The DA pleaded out.  “That is an outrageous claim.”

“Officer Wilde has been reported to Internal Affairs twenty time within the last month and half.”  The defense lawyer argued back.

“All of which have been thrown out, or found not to be true, repeatedly.” The DA returned angry.  “Officer Wilde is not on trail here, Councilor, nor is his character.”

“Enough!”  The judge roared loudly.  

The whole court room fell quiet in the instant.  Nick watched as the judge looked between the two lawyers as the considered their points.  They glanced and Nick breifly as Nick tried to make himself small under the glares of the jury.

“Granted,”  The judge said firmly with a beat of their gavel.  “Evidence found or handled by Officer Wilde, will be removed form the case immediately.”

The world stopped, the outrage and arguing in the room muffled into nothing and Nick’s blood ran could.

“It’s no big deal,” Judy assured Nick outside the courtroom. “The DA can still nail this guy.”

The waver of doubt in her voice does not go unnoticed, as it was there case, and there was barely anything Nick had handled that the DA could use.  Their suspect was going to walk.  All because he was a fox and a judge let that be reason enough.

“Happens to the best of us,”  Wolford stated easily.

Nick glanced up at the wolf, who was doing his best to make it seem like it happened every day.  Like it was some badge of honor everyone had.  But everyone knew that was lie.

“It’s just one case, Nick.”  Del Gato points out.

It is not just one case.

It was pawful after pawful.  The move spread like wild fire as a completely valid excuse to just toss everything out the window.  Defense lawyers had field days when every they saw Nick’s name in the file.  Wasting no time wave that get out of jail free card for their client.

Nick just knows it’s going to happen every time he enters the courtroom to find the defense attorney gleaming at him.  And it hurts every time a judge let’s it stand, because it was allowed in x, y, and z case.

Nick stopped handling evidence in attempt to stop the courtroom madness.  As much as he possibly could, at least. He made sure to never been left alone with anything, or made sure someone was constantly watching him if he had too.  

It was a plan he suggest to Bogo.  One the buffalo begrudgingly agreed to.  Really, the cape buffalo made it seem like his horns were being ripped from his head before agreeing, because it beat the alternative.

Every officer who knows the fox, has their objections.  Judy of course being the loudest among them, the whole issue get’s her worked up.  But Nick know’s it’s all unavoidable, had been since the day he was born, he was use to it. 

Still despite their objection, they all knew it was the right course of action.

It doesn’t stop suspects from grinning widely when Nick arrest them.  Does stop them from basically sing about how they were going to walk.  All of it thanks to the “fox copper”.

“Maybe I should just quiet.”  Nick mused out loud late one night.

“Nick! No!” Judy snapped in return.  Her chair squealed in protest as she turned to look at the fox.

“It would be a lot better for everyone.”  Nick argued sharply.  

Snarling at thought of how true it would be.  No more suspects walking because he was simply there.  An untrustworthy, shifty fox tampering everything by simply existing.  It’s all nearing a breaking point, and something has to give, and Nick is quiet sure it’s not going to be the system.

“It won’t help the fox kit we meet the other day, who wanted to be just like you,”  Judy countered easily after a moment.  “Won’t help any of the fox victims the actually talk to use because your a fox.  You’re need here more than ever.  Besides I would have have a partner.”

Leave it to Judy to never been wrong, or talk him in or our of things.

“Aah, I hate it when you make a point,”  Nick grumbled with a smile pulling at his lips.  

The rabbit turned away happily.

It’s almost become a routine.  

Nick get’s called to the stand.  The DA asks Nick their questions, as detailed as they can get, cover the most ground before the defense has a go.  Then the defense goes, and if they hadn’t already thrown something out, they’d ask a few standard questions, then go for what they could get thrown out.  Sometimes the judge would think, sometimes they would just agree right away.  The DA would sigh, and Nick accept it.

“Your motion is denied, councilor.”  The judge said with a sharp bang of her grovel.

Nick turned sharply at the words, looking at the judge like she said aliens were invading.  A gasp from the crowd followed as well.  Nick turned back was staring at the judge as well in amazement.

“Your honor,” The defense started, ready to list their reasoning.

“Denied, councilor.”  The judge repeated firmly.  “I will not let speciesest motions like that stand in my court room.  Try another like that against Officer Wilde, or anyone else and I’ll hold you in contempt.”  The judge growled out.  “Now, are you finished with the witness.”

The defense stood their blinking for a moment, before fumbling to collect themselves.  “Yes, your honor.”

“Thank you, Officer Wilde,”  The judge said pleasantly as she turned towards Nick.  “You can return to your seat.”

Nick was in such a daze he was later amazed he walked back to his seat next to Judy without falling over.

After that, Nick handling evidence was no longer a problem.

—-

AN:  I had to go with a happish ending for this.  But yeah!

My Pride and Joy

Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Talia Al-Ghul

Summary: Talia seemed to think that Damian is a disappointment. Dick begged to differ

A/N:  This fic is inspired by that one fanart where Damian and Dick are wearing an animal onesie. And I’m like, what if Talia saw Damian like this? And thus this fic was born. If anyone know who is the artist, tell me please.


Talia came like she always did. Without any announcement whatsoever and bringing disdain to wherever she was. She stormed down to the Cave, looking for all the world as though she owned the place.

“Where is my Beloved?” she demanded.

Dick locked his gaze with Damian’s. It was only them at the cave that night. Bruce and Alfred was out of town, Tim was with the Titans, Jason was with the Outlaws, and Cassandra was out with Stephanie. Dick was actually looking forward to spending the night with Damian. He was not getting enough time with Damian lately, and tonight was an apology and a ‘please be patient with me’ all rolled into one.

“He’s out of town, Mother,” Damian answered.

Only then does Talia deigned to face Damian. And get a full view of what Damian was wearing. A one-sie. A cat one, with the ears and tail. Dick asked Damian to wear it. Tonight was supposed to be just the two of them, hanging out and relaxing. So Dick bought it for Damian and asked him to wear it.

Talia nose wrinkled in disgust.

“What are you wearing, Damian?”

Damian was at lost for words. Someone else might not see it, but Dick can. He did the thing where he tensed his whole body as if expecting a blow. It pains Dick’s heart every time he sees it. Dick was prepared to shot back at Damian when Talia started speaking again.

“You are a disappointment, Damian. You have shamed your Father and Mother. You have brought shame to the Al-Ghul and Wayne name. You are an utter disappointment.”

Dick has not liked Talia since restrain his hatred towards her. Like now.

Damian took his mother’s word to heart. He wore his heart on his sleeve, but it was only visible to those who knew where to look. he was twelve. He tried to be civil to her, in respect for Bruce. He was even somewhat thankful to her, because she had brought back Jason and gave life to Damian. But sometimes Dick cannot Damian had worn his bravado so many times he thought it was the reality, but Dick knew that all of it was only that. Bravado. So Damian took his mother’s word to heart and it shattered his already broken heart.

Of course, Damian tried to cover it up with faked calmness. He straightened his posture and arranged his face to betray nothing. Dick knew it was faked. He wondered if Talia knew too.

“I am sorry you felt that way, Mother,” Damian said curtly, “I…”

Dick cannot take it anymore. He snapped. “He is not a disappointment, Talia. He is a wonderful child and you are a fool for letting him go.”

Both mother and son turned to look at him. Talia seemed as though she forgot that Dick was there. Dick tried to convey confidence and intimidation. Of course, it’s hard since he too was wearing a one-sie. Talia regarded Dick with loathing. The hate was mutual between Talia and him.

“So you let him coddle you, Damian?” Talia said to Damian while still eyeing Dick. “You’ve only been away from the League for a few years and you’ve let this circus brat coddle you? Have you no ounce of respect? For your father? For your grandfather? For me?”

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Woods & Herbs

I’ll be doing a series of in depth Tree Correspondences. I work with a lot of wood and often in nature, therefore I want to share some of my information with you in the hopes that it may catch your eye and help you too.

Trees by Days

This is great if you use a wand and need help selecting which type of wood you would like. It is also great for divination tools [runes/ogham], days to work specific magic with wood, and what kind of wood to place in spell bags along with herbs, etc.

Elder/Willow: Monday – Hecate/Crone Goddesses
 Holly/Elm/Cedar: Tuesday – Hunter Gods/Elves
 Hazel/Rowan: Wednesday – Goddess & Gods
 Oak/Pine: Thursday – The God
 Birch/Apple/Myrtle: Friday – The Goddess
 Alder/Hawthorn: Saturday – Fairies/Witches
 Ash/Birch/Laurel: Sunday – Elves/the Goddess

Properties of Tress & Shrubs

Use this to select wands and other tools; burn in candle spells; add chips to charms/spells, etc.

Alder: Water Magic, Strength, Foundation, Intuition, Knowledge, and Control.
Apple: Love, Spirit Food, Unicorns, Beauty, Perpetual Youth, Regeneration, Eternity (Immortality), Healing, Peace, Wisdom, and Prosperity.
Ash: Protection, Sex Magic, Study, Health, Enhance Magic, Peace, Rebirth, Awakening, Karma, and Underworld.
Aspen: Protection, Overcoming Obstacles, Intuition, Anxiety, Courage, and Otherworld Communications.
Birch: Fertility, New Beginnings, Protection, Purification, Blessing, Health, Wisdom, Witchcraft, and Vitality.
Blackthorn: Control, Stimulus, Chaos Energy, Obstacles, Friction, Challenges, Defensive Magic, Banish, Destruction, and Coercion.
Bodhi: Wisdom, Truth, Spirituality, and Magic.
Cedar: Longevity, Luck, Release, Reversal, and Prosperity.
Cherry: Accomplishment, Divination, Moods, Romance, Stimulation, and Deceit.
Chestnut: Protection, Justice, and Prosperity.
Horse Chestnut: Luck, and Healing.
Coconut: Chastity, Healing, and Purity.
Cypress: Past Life Workings, Defensive Magic, Honor, Influence, and Protection.
Elder: Healing, Prosperity, Protection, Cleansing, Grounding, Light, Life, Well-Being, Offering, Fairies, Changes, and Evolution (NEVER burn this wood).
Elm: Protection, Will Power, Pregnancy and Childbirth, and Sleep.
Eucalyptus: Healing.
Fig: Energy, Fertility, Health, and Strength.
Fir/Pine: Prosperity, Birth/Rebirth, Power, Nobility, Discretion, Objectivity, Fertility, Purification, Good Fortune, and Health.
Gorse: Opportunity, Wisdom, and Interaction.
Hawthorn: Cleaning, Marriage, Protection, Reconciliation, Purity, Fairies, Family, Fertility, Pleasure, Stimulation, and Misfortune.
Hazel: Wisdom, Creativity, Enhance Perceptiveness, Beauty, Clairvoyance, and Witchcraft Skills.
Heather: Success, Prosperity, and Gateway.
Holly: Enhances Magic, Balance, Challenges, Testing.
Ivy: Fertility, Love, Persistence, Development, and Tenacity.
Juniper: Protection, Learning, Transformation, and Harmony.
Lemon: Chastity, Divination, Healing, and Neutrality.
Lime: Chastity, Divination, Healing, and Neutrality.
Laurel: Fame, Fear, Visions, Willpower, Wishes, Determination, and Manifestations.
Linden: Immortality, Protection, Good Fortune, Sleep, and Love.
Maple: Abundance, Balance, Connections, Creativity, and Self-Work.
Rowan/Mountain Ash: Protection, Enhances Magic, Insight, Strength, and Cleansing.
Oak: Healing, Longevity, Money, Strength, Fertility, Power, Balance, Protection, Success, Truth, Courage, and Endurance.
Olive: Fidelity, Fruitfulness, Marriage, Money, Peace, Protection, Exorcism, and Security.
Orange: Love, and Marriage.
Palm: Strength.
Peach: Divination, and Love.
Poplar: Success, Recognition, and Fame.
Red Oak: Inner Transformation
Vine (Grape or Berry): Happiness, Introspection, Rebirth/Renewal, Transitions, and Ancestry.
Willow: Moon Magic, Psychic Power, Spirits, Death Passage, Intuition, Flexibility, and Crone Energy.
Walnut: Healing, and Protection.
Yew: Transformation, Psychic Awareness, Spirits, Death Passage, Immortality (DO NOT BURN)

Taunts that should have been in Ace Attorney
  • <p> <b>Edgeworth:</b> Be careful with those mental gymnastics, Mr. Wright. You could get a cerebral hemmorhage from doing the splits.<p/><b></b> --<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> Are you aware of how balloons deflate when they reach the tips of the atmosphere?<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> Huh? Where did that come from?<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> It's a shame to watch you float so high just to sputter out all your hot air.<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> ...<p/><b>Maya:</b> Huh, so that's what happens? I always thought they could drift off into space.<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> ...You're not helping the metaphor, Maya.<p/><b></b> --<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> Your Honor, take a look at this!<p/><b>Judge:</b> What am I looking at, Mr. Wright?<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> It's where the problem in the testimony lies!<p/><b>Judge:</b> Really? ...But where exactly are you pointing?<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> Er... well, I know it's somewhere around here?<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> Wright, would you like the bailiff to fetch you a laser pointer, so you may better pinpoint where your bluff lies?<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> ...N-no, thanks. I'll stick with my finger.<p/><b>Judge:</b> Mr. Wright! Please stick your finger more precisely next time! *boom*<p/><b></b> --<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> (Heh! Now who's full of hot air, Edgeworth?)<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> ...I wouldn't look down if I were you.<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> Huh?<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> It's clear that your head has inflated so much that it's gone beyond the clouds!<p/><b>Maya:</b> Like that balloon!<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> Argh! (Maya...!)<p/><b></b> --<p/><b>Judge:</b> ...So where does this leave us?<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> Your Honor. The defense's case is so beyond saving that they may need Ms. Fey to channel it just to keep their guesswork going.<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> ...Hey, Edgeworth.<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> What?<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> Okay, so I admit my case may seem just about dead, for now... but at least I didn't try to sue a TV studio in another country on grounds of copyright!<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> Ugh! ...S-shut up! It was an obvious ripoff and you know it!<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> Yeah, well, too bad that suit is gone and buried.<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> Grrrr...<p/><b>Judge:</b> N-now wait a moment, Mr. Wright! What is this about a television studio and how does it have to do with this case?<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> Um... It's nothing, Your Honor. I was just giving an example.<p/><b>Edgeworth:</b> ...<p/><b>Maya:</b> Wow, Nick. That was brutal.<p/><b>Phoenix:</b> (It was deserved, that's what.)<p/><b></b> --<p/><b>Bonus:</b> <p/><b>Klavier:</b> Your Honor! The prosecution would like to call its next witness!<p/><b>Apollo:</b> I-its next witness!?<p/><b>Klavier:</b> Yes, Herr Forehead, very good. Would you like a cracker to go with your parroting?<p/><b>Apollo:</b> ... (I take back all the things I said I liked about him.)<p/></p>