leader rules

Harry’s tattoos and puns...

This is a guy who has a “thigh-ger” tattoo (tiger on his thigh) and a butterfly on his stomach and “big” on his big toe and he just got a bee on his ARM, at essentially the same time Steve Aoki referred to Louis’ dedicated fans as an “army of bees.”

Harry is the HBIC of the army of bees and he wants us to know it.



House Stark of Winterfell is a Great House of Westeros, ruling over the vast region known as the North and the Vale as Kings in the North from their seat in Winterfell. It is by far one of the oldest lines of Westerosi nobility, claiming a line of descent stretching back over eight thousand years. The head of the house is the Lord of Winterfell. Before the Targaryen conquest, the leaders of House Stark ruled over the region as the Kings in the North. Jon Snow is the current King in the North and the Vale, partially due to the allegiance of Petyr Baelish, the Lord Regent of the Vale, to House Stark.

anonymous asked:

Yansim Angels of Slaughter au. Ayano is Rachel and Yan kun is Zack. Kaga is Dr Danny. I was role-playing with 2 friend 's one as Yansim and one as Angels of Slaughter and I get this silly idea! Sorry for poor english I like your art and your blog. Q×Q

The story of two people, one who’s a ~20yo killer and a 13yo girl who both want to get out of a building to find their senpais… A promise has been made between them:

Also, Thing I never knew I needed in my life: 

Kaga with his concept art hairstyle as Doctor Danny, thanks.

Or just Kaga without his white-budo-hairstyle.

Imagine you're a dancer Part 1

You looked yourself over in the mirror, checking for anything that was out of place. Only a few minutes remained before the leader of your little troupe would come in and tell you that it was time. You glanced to your right. The newest girl had joined less than a year ago, but she had managed to come into her own.

You turned back to your reflection. It had been a few years since you first started, but your experience was an advantage. You knew that trying to earn money on the side was a pointless endeavor. Many of your former coworkers thought that sitting on laps and pulling man into private rooms would only come with tips. Every single one of them ended up pregnant and fired from the company. Your leader only had one rule; anyone that couldn’t do their job would be fired. Otherwise, everyone was able to do as they pleased. It was quite a lucrative career when you were one of the favourite dancers.

“Alright, ladies,” Your boss, a short and plump woman, clapped her hands. She waited until the room was quiet and all eyes were on her to continue, “This night is important to us. We are performing for one of the most exclusive parties in the city. Everyone needs to bring their best. I normally don’t encourage this, but feel free to make friends.”

You fought the urge to scowl. So she was openly endorsing fraternizing with the audience in order to earn more money. You couldn’t help but wonder if she was getting greedy and wanted a cut of the profit.

“Let’s go.”

You got up, walking with the other women. The sheer material you wore fluttered behind you. The gold discs on your waist and trailing down your hips clinked against each other. The newest dancer was whispering nervously to yourself. You didn’t get nervous anymore. You just did your job and then took your payment at the end of the night.

The small party was held in a room lit by candles. Most guests had a glass in their hands, though you could tell that some of them had been drinking for hours. Without looking directly at them, you made a mental note of each man you should avoid as soon as the party ended. It was a common occurrence for one or two men to follow a dancer as they left in order to get a bit of private time with them.

You positioned yourself on the left-hand side of the small stage, waiting for the music to start. The more eager girls took the front. You almost scoffed. Some thought that they were going to become famous if the right person saw them dancing. Others merely wanted more money by taking the spotlight. It didn’t matter to you. Every dancer was paid the same amount at the end of the night. Tips were just a perk of the trade. You saved enough money doing what you did best.

The first note broke your spell. You began to dance, hips rolling and arms moving slowly and gracefully. Intricate steps weren’t necessary. All you needed was the right pace and angles to drive men wild. Your gaze remained on the back wall, your expression lustful to no one in particular.

As the night continued, you became aware of a stare that weighed heavily on your body. It had persisted, even as some of your fellow dancers went out into the crowd. You used your peripheral vision to try to find who was so interested in you. Even after so many years, you hated looking at your audience.

The man in question was sitting the furthest from the stage, a glass of something dark in his hand. None of the servers approached him to refill his glass. He seemed to be languidly sipping the same drink for the entire night. He was older than you, his temples dusted with grey, though the rest of his hair was dark. His body was lean, carrying a certain power as he crossed one leg over the other. A quiet confidence. Well, he was certainly better than other men that had been obsessed with you.

You glanced to his face. He was rather handsome, admittedly. His eyes were-

Even as you blinked, you found it impossible to tear your gaze away from his. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. The sound nearly drowned out the music. The candles seemed dimmer now, like the room itself had sensed something changing.

You moved to the front of the stage, descending the small set of stairs that separated you from the rest of the party. Each step caused the golden discs on your outfit to rattle softly, though you could barely hear it. The unoccupied men in the front row moved their hands away from their laps, thinking that you were going to dance on them. You walked right by, your eyes still locked onto the man furthest from the stage. The audience was rather small, so he was sitting in the middle of the room. The way he sat made you wonder if he owned the building you were standing in. He looked like he owned the entire city, actually. With the way he was looking at you, it felt like he had already bought your soul and was simply collecting what was rightfully his.

You stopped in front of him, hips swaying as you continued to dance. Your hands trailed over your body, missing the important places by mere inches. Teasing was a part of the job, after all. You could feel other members of the audience staring at you, but you paid no attention to them. You were still focused on the man taking another sip from his drink, his eyes trailing up and down your body.

He set his drink down on the table next to him, licking his lips slowly. He uncrossed his legs. An invitation. Going against everything you believed in, you accepted it. You straddled him, knees pressed against the wood on either side of his hips. His hand immediately moved to your back, resting gently on your skin. You could feel the metal rings he wore, a bit cold compared to the temperature of the room. You placed your hands on his shoulders in order to keep yourself steady as you rolled your hips.

He said nothing. His expression was neutral, but you could see something lurking in his eyes. Something dark. He merely allowed you to continue, his hand pulling you just a bit closer.

What were you doing? You never did this. You hadn’t touched a member of the audience in all of your years as a part of the troupe, and now you were on some man’s lap. But it could ruin things if you got off of him now. You would have to wait until he grew tired of you or the performance ended. Then you would have every reason to fluidly slip from his chair and return to the room saved for the dancers.

He tilted his head to one side. You kissed him, hands trailing down his chest. The softness of the material beneath your fingertips told you that his clothes were expensive. At the very least, he had some sort of title. Even as you withdrew from the kiss, you wondered why you had done such a thing. Kissing a member of the audience was frowned upon by most dancers. On any other day, your boss would have given you an earful. But with such rich clients, she was making an exception.

His hands slipped between your bodies, trailing down your stomach before settling between your legs. He stroked you through your smallclothes, causing your spine to arch a bit and your fingers to clutch his clothes. Your hands descended, blindly unbuckling his belt and moving his trousers just enough to free his cock. You were still focused on his eyes as your hands returned to his shoulders. He pulled your smallclothes to one side, exposing you to the cold air. You couldn’t help but shiver. His other hand grabbed his cock, rubbing it against you.

You pulled yourself closer, biting your lip as it began to push into you. He let go, his palm on your back. He guided your waist. You pressed your lips together to keep yourself from making noise as he filled you. No one in the crowd reacted. Your clothes hid everything. The only people aware of what was truly happening were you and the man you were straddling. You moved with the music, arms trailing through the air. To everyone else, it looked like you were just dancing on his lap.

Your breath hitched as you continued. He leaned back in the chair, watching you move. His eyes strayed from yours for a moment, trailing down your body. Your pace slowed. Why were you doing this? You were supposed to be dancing on stage, not having sex with him.

His eyes snapped back up to meet yours, teeth bared in a low growl that rumbled against your chest. He was getting close. His grip on your waist was almost bruising. Your hands were almost glued to his shoulders. You can’t fathom letting him go. Not when he made you feel this good. It didn’t matter if he came inside of you. You just wanted a bit more time with him. Just a few more seconds of feeling his body against yours.

An unfamiliar warmth pooled inside of you. You kept moving, even as your walls twitched around him. He leaned toward you, his lips and teeth tracing over your neck. You bit your lip to keep yourself from making a sound. You couldn’t get caught. Not now. A familiar melody played. The last song of the night.

He pulled your body from his, adjusting his pants and your smallclothes. You could feel droplets of liquid running down your thighs. You would have to be careful when walking back to the dressing room. His attention shifted to his glass, lifting it and taking a slow sip.

Your mind was still fogged from the sex as you stood and slowly danced your way back to the dressing room with the other dancers.

Your mind had cleared completely in days, so you realized quickly that your performance that night had consequences.

At first, you had thought that you had contracted some sort of illness. Nausea plagued you. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t dance. You remained in the dressing room, shivering as you tried to will away your nausea.

Within a few moons, you knew that something was wrong.

You sat on your bed. Given your reputation in the company, you were allowed to have your own room. You were thankful for it now that your body had changed. Your stomach had only a gentle swell at first, but now the weight rested on your thighs. None of your companions had noticed, but you knew that it would become obvious with time.

It seemed that your luck hadn’t run out yet. A new dancer had joined, which caused your boss to give you some time off while she was trained in the ways of the troupe. You took the temporary vacation graciously, but it didn’t solve your problem.

Your stomach fluttered. You tensed, still not used to the sensation. You cautiously pressed your palm to your belly. It was too late to visit a physiker. A witch would only cause you problems. You couldn’t stay with the company. Once they discovered your pregnancy, you would be fired. They couldn’t afford to pay dancers that couldn’t dance. They certainly didn’t want to deal with a fussy child during their performances.

You steeled yourself. You decided to leave the company without a word. You had enough money saved up that you would be able to rent a small room at a cheap inn until you could rejoin another dancing troupe. As for your child, you were sure that you could find someone more than capable of caring for them. You didn’t have the funds or the time. Your profession required all of your attention, especially if you were doing solo work for a few months.

You packed up your things and left. A small town would be the best option, which meant a short trip by horse. You found one of the main streets. It was rather dark, even with the many hanging lamps. There were some narrow alleyways, but you better than to get too close, lest you be robbed at knifepoint. Given the money you were carrying, you need to stick to the crowds while keeping an eye on your coin purse. But the early hours of the morning were approaching. The crowds were dying down considerably.

After walking through the main square, it became apparent that no one had a horse for sale. You would have to renew your efforts in the morning. You stopped, trying to remember the location of the nearest inn. Your stomach fluttered once more, harder this time. You winced. You doubted that you would ever grow accustomed to such a sensation.

A gentle creak alerted you to one of the alleyways. A sign was hanging from the wall. An inn. Your attention shifted to the alley itself. There was a bend in the path. Someone could be lingering around the corner. Your gaze fell to the ground. There were hanging lights in the alleyway, leaving the shadows of the brick and other signs. Even as you cautiously drew closer, the shadows gave no hint at someone lurking.

You strode toward the inn, becoming confident that you wouldn’t be attacked. You looked down the branching path. There was nothing there. You smiled a bit. It seemed you would make it to the inn unscathed.

You paid for a room, then trudged up the stairs. The added weight to your womb made it a bit more difficult, but you managed. You locked the door and took a deep breath. Your journey seemed to be going smoothly.

“I’ve been looking for you, pet.”

You whirled around to face the rest of the room. A man was standing in front of the window. He took a step forward. Your blood ran cold.

It was the man from that fateful night. Even as he moved closer, the room was bathed in moonlight. Something was wrong with him.

You reached back to unlock the door, only for your hand to freeze. You had made eye contact with him, your body no longer obeying your commands. Your fingertips were touching the lock, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move it. Despite the fear in your mind, your body relaxed.

His attention strayed to your stomach before he ensnared you with his gaze once more. He was standing before you now. His hand reached past you, something on the door snapping. When he withdrew, he was holding the lock’s latch. He had broken it with strength alone. He crumpled the latch in his fist, “A good pet doesn’t leave her master, _____. Especially when she’s carrying her master’s child.”

Wait, when had he-

“Now, you’re going to dance for me.”

“I-I…” It seemed you still talk this time, “I don’t-“

His eyes darkened, your mind instantly fogging, “Take off your dress.”

Author’s Note: Hello! Keira Metz here! This is a bit of a slow start, but I promise much more dark romance to come!


HISTORY MEME → [6/9] Figures: Catherine the Great

Catherine II (Russian: Екатерина Алексеевна Yekaterina Alekseyevna; 2 May [O.S. 21 April] 1729 – 17 November [O.S. 6 November] 1796), also known as Catherine the Great (Екатери́на Вели́кая, Yekaterina Velikaya), was Empress of Russia from 1762 until 1796, the country’s longest-ruling female leader and arguably the most renowned (although Peter the Great was the only Tsar officially designated as “The Great”). She came to power following a coup d'état when her husband, Peter III, was assassinated. Russia was revitalised under her reign, growing larger and stronger than ever and becoming recognised as one of the great powers of Europe.

In both her accession to power and in rule of her empire, Catherine often relied on her noble favourites, most notably Grigory Orlov and Grigory Potemkin. Assisted by highly successful generals such as Alexander Suvorov and Pyotr Rumyantsev, and admirals such as Fyodor Ushakov, she governed at a time when the Russian Empire was expanding rapidly by conquest and diplomacy. In the south, the Crimean Khanate was crushed following victories over the Ottoman Empire in the Russo-Turkish wars, and Russia colonised the vast territories of Novorossiya along the coasts of the Black and Azov Seas. In the west, the Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth, ruled by Catherine’s former lover, king Stanisław August Poniatowski, was eventually partitioned, with the Russian Empire gaining the largest share. In the east, Russia started to colonise Alaska, establishing Russian America.

Catherine reformed the administration of Russian guberniyas, and many new cities and towns were founded on her orders. An admirer of Peter the Great, Catherine continued to modernise Russia along Western European lines. However, military conscription and the economy continued to depend on serfdom, and the increasing demands of the state and private landowners led to increased levels of reliance on serfs. This was one of the chief reasons behind several rebellions, including the large-scale Pugachev’s Rebellion of cossacks and peasants.

The period of Catherine the Great’s rule, the Catherinian Era, is often considered the Golden Age of the Russian Empire and the Russian nobility. The Manifesto on Freedom of the Nobility, issued during the short reign of Peter III and confirmed by Catherine, freed Russian nobles from compulsory military or state service. Construction of many mansions of the nobility, in the classical style endorsed by the Empress, changed the face of the country. She enthusiastically supported the ideals of The Enlightenment, thus earning the status of an enlightened despot. As a patron of the arts she presided over the age of the Russian Enlightenment, a period when the Smolny Institute, the first state-financed higher education institution for women in Europe, was established.


The Signs as Queens : Taurus - Catherine The Great

Born in May 1729, Catherine II of Russia also known as Catherine the Great was the most renowned and the longest-ruling female leader of Russia. Her country was revitalized under her reign, growing larger and stronger than ever and becoming recognized as one of the great powers of Europe. She then passed away in November 1796 at the age of 67.

Sugar and Spice (Negan x Female)

Summary: She has a huge crush on Negan and would do anything to make him happy. He misses the taste of real pumpkin pie, so she sets out to make it for him. 

Characters: Negan x Female 

Word Count: 4,348

Warnings: SUPER FLUFF, a lil’ angst, some swearing

Author’s Note: This was a a fic request sent in by @may85 who asked:

“How about a Negan one shot where the reader found out what kind of food was Negan’s favorite, so she goes out to find the ingredients, succeeds and makes it, but he finds out that she went outside the walls and flips his shit. Fluff with some delicious Negan kisses?” 

I don’t know why I picked pumpkin pie. I’m kind of one of those people who goes crazy over it in the fall, and I feel like Negan would like it too. This is just super fluffy and yummy. Hope you guys enjoy!

Big thanks to @ashzombie13 for beta’ing this fic for me! <3

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For: Anon

Imagine: Eric and Four push you to your limits during initiation because they see your potential, your strength impresses Eric and he develops a lot of respect for you along with a small crush.

“Let’s go Y/L/N! Get your ass off the mat!” You hear Eric yell, your vision is blurred with sweat and blood, but you push yourself off the mat once again and face the monster of a boy that you’re fighting against. You take a deep breath and analyze your options while dodging yet another punch. Okay Y/N, Josh may be twice your size, but you’re a lot faster, what’s his weakness? Think Y/N, think! It finally hits you, you can’t aim for his stomach, he has it covered at all times, you can’t aim for his head because it’s too obvious, but you can aim for his neck. You kick him in the shin to act as a distraction, you take advantage of the split second that you have and you strike him on the side of the neck. You hit the perfect nerve and he’s instantly on the ground, out cold, “And we’re finished, get him to the infirmary, and you, Y/L/N, get yourself cleaned up.”

“Can I go to the infirmary Eric? This gash feels pretty deep,” You ask your trainer, pointing to your forehead.

“Man up initiate, there’s still a lot to do today, I can’t have all my initiates leaving in the middle of training!” This wasn’t the first time that Eric was pushing you harder than the rest of the initiates. No, every single training session was like this, Four and Eric were constantly on your case, ‘You can do better than that Y/L/N!’ or ‘You call that a throw?’ or, your personal favourite, ‘You’re the reason the saying, “You hit like a girl” exists!’. It was as if you were never good enough for them, you were the top of your year, yet they treated every other initiate better than you. You on the other hand weren’t one to back out of something, if they were going to try and break you, you wouldn’t let them.

“Earth to Y/N!” You quickly blink, snapping back to reality as your close friend, Jacob, waves his hand in front of your face, “You might want to get back to the punching bags, Eric is shooting daggers at you with his eyes.”

You look over your shoulder, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Why does he hate you so much?”

“I honestly have no idea,” You groan.

“Y/L/N! You’re not here to have a nice little chat, get back to training,” Four yells at you from the other side of the room. Without an argument, you go to the punching bags, and even though every muscle in your body is screaming at you in agony, you begin relentlessly throwing punches. Your surroundings disappear, it’s just you and this imaginary enemy in front of you, you attack it with every ounce of your strength.

“Y/N? Y/N!” The voice brings you out of your violent daze, and you see Four and Eric standing on either side of you.

“What are you still doing here initiate?” Eric asks, “Class was dismissed an hour ago.”

“Eric and I came back to discuss ranks and we saw you in here like this,” Four gestures up and down your body.

“I-I just lost track of time,” Your tiredness finally hits you, and you feel like you might throw up.

“Have you been punching that bag ever since we left?” Four asks, his voice is laced with worry.

“Um, I think so,” You honestly felt just as confused as the two instructors looked.

“You look extremely pale Y/L/N, get back to the dorms. Besides you’ll have to be up early tomorrow,” Eric says.

“I-yeah, I think you’re right,” You drawl, exhaustion fill every inch of your body, you can feel the corners of your vision getting darker but you ignore it and walk towards the door. Before you know what’s happening, you feel yourself fall, and everything goes dark.

Eric’s POV

I turn towards the papers that Four has spread out in front of him, suddenly we hear a thud, I look up and see Y/N on the ground, “Shit!”

Four and I rush up to her, attempting to shake her awake, but her eyes stayed shut, Four calls her name but she still doesn’t respond. Y/N was strong, the strongest in the batch of initiates, probably the strongest I’ve seen since I joined the faction, which is why we always pushed her so hard. We knew she could take it and we wanted to bring out the best in her, but maybe this time we may have gone too far, “You finish with the paperwork Four, I’ll take her to the infirmary.”

He nods at me, as I lift her into my arms and carry her to the infirmary, she asked me to let her go to the infirmary earlier, she never accepts defeat, she must have been really hurt, I should have let her go, I was so stupid! What was I thinking?!

I visit the infirmary the next morning before training and the nurse informs me that Y/N still isn’t awake, but she should be okay.

I make my way to the training room and begin the day as usual, my thoughts constantly wandering back to her.

“Any news on Y/N?” Four asks, coming up from behind me.

“She’s still unconscious, nurse says that she worked herself too hard, she should be alright though,” I say nonchalantly. There aren’t many people who are able to gain my respect in such a short period of time, but somehow Y/N did, she’s truly born to be a Dauntless.

“What did I miss?” A familiar, cheery voice snaps me out of my trance.

“Y/N?” Four calls out before I turn around, “What are you doing here?!”

“The nurse said I was okay to leave,” She shrugs.

“You shouldn’t be here Y/N, you should have just gone back to the dorms,” I say to her.

“I can’t afford to miss a training session,” This girl is truly crazy, and frankly, I really like it.

“Well if that’s wha-”

“No Eric, she needs to get some rest.”

“Four, she can do whatever the hell she wants. If she feels alright enough to train then let her train,” I say.

“Thank you Eric!” She says clapping me on the shoulder before walking towards the bags.

She sure is something special, I catch myself slightly smiling, but I quickly wipe it away, this girl better become a leader after initiation.  

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

when your section doesn’t follow your lead

Originally posted by bruisette

Dating King!Noctis Headcanons

Started thinking about what it would be like dating King Noctis. Hahaha he didn’t die in the end shut up. Here are some head canons. Enjoy <3

  • Noctis and you have been dating ever since the Starscourge. 
  • When he went into his slumber within the Crystal, you stayed loyal to him
  • Never once did you gain feelings for another that were as strong as your feelings for Noctis.
  • Once the long 10 years finally passed, you and Noctis reunited and picked up right where you left off.
  • He explained to you that he needed to sacrifice himself in order to bring light back to the world… and you didn’t believe him. You assured him he’d come back.
  • And he did! This is totally canon shut up

  • Noctis’s first duty as King was to rebuild the Citadel and the rest of Insomnia.
  • A lot of people chipped into help, you included. You were a big part of it, in fact. You issue a lot of orders and help draw out the plans with Noctis’s approval. A lot of people soon looked up to you, just as they do Noctis.
  • Once the Citadel and the city was rebuilt, you and Noctis moved into the palace together. 
  • Noctis’s schedule filled up quickly, leaving you to yourself very often.
  • It took a while for you to be able to deal with his absence. You and Noctis never fought about it because you knew his job wasn’t just important to him… but to the entirety of Lucis
  • You are Noctis’s closes adviser. 
  • Yes, even closer than Ignis.
  • He often asks for your opinion on certain matters discussed with other council members.
  • You are always completely honest with Noctis on your opinions, and he loves that about you.
  • You only address him formally during public events. When you are alone or amongst friends, you simply call him by his name or “Noct.” He much prefers it that way. 
  • He feels like he’s just an average person when he’s around you and loves it
  • Noctis comes to bed each night, extremely tired. Well, more tired than usual
  • You’ll let him rant about his day, explain the things on his mind until he relaxes.
  • You both play King’s Knight until you dose off.
  • After being together for a long while, things start getting very serious between you and Noctis.
  • The council begins to urge him to get married so he can produce an heir.
  • He becomes very nervous about this. He doesn’t want to force you into anything you don’t want.
  • Being a Queen of a country will bring on so many new pressures, not to mention a lot of responsibility. 
  • You assure him not to worry and you both carrying on your relationship.
  • This time, however, Noctis allows you to sit in on council meetings.
  • If you are going to marry him, you might as well get a sneak peek into what you’re going to be dealing with.
  • You instantly are well liked throughout the council. They believe you will be a great leader to rule by Noctis’s side.
  • Every so often, Noctis is allowed a few days to relax. 
  • During this time, you both go out into Lucis and reminisce about Noctis’s old days on the road. You stay at Galdin Quay for a number of days where Noct fishes the days away with you. 
  •  Needless to say, you both have a hard time returning to work.
Clan Questions

Some questions that might be fun to answer for lore clans. Use it for yourself or ask others to send in numbers, it all works!

  1. Which dragon is most likely to stage a coup and take over command? And how would they do this?
  2. How are leaders chosen?
  3. How does/do your current leader(s) rule? Are clanmembers happy with their rule?
  4. How does food get distributed in your clan? Does everyone share equally or does the majority go to a certain group?
  5. How does the clan earn its treasure? Do they even care about riches at all?
  6. Your clan’s stance towards the beast clans?
  7. How are familiars treated?
  8. Are dragons of every flight welcome in your clan? Are there any flights treated with prejudice?
  9. Is your clan self-sustaining or do they rely on other groups/clans for food or items?
  10. Does your clan have any key alliances at all?
  11. If they hold alliances, how do they maintain them?
  12. How do breed changes work in your lore?
  13. Your clan’s stance towards their patron deity? Do they merely acknowledge them or heavily worship them?
  14. How reliant is your clan on magic?
  15. How does your clan’s territory look like? Do your dragons live in caves/burrows or have they set up intricate housing?
  16. Is your clan well organized?
  17. Do dragons hold ranks and titles or are they free to choose?
  18. How free are dragons in your clan exactly? Can they leave at any time or are they held against their will?
  19. How are neighbouring clans treated?
  20. Are there any colours that are of significance to your clan?
  21. Does your clan have an emblem? Does it mean anything?
  22. Does your clan have any customs that would be considered shocking to others?
  23. How are hatchlings treated in your clan?
  24. Who takes care of teaching and raising hatchlings?
  25. Have there been any events that have drastically changed your clan’s way of thinking?
  26. How does your clan deal with its dead?
  27. Are there any types of magic that are completely taboo?
  28. If there is taboo magic: is there anyone who practices it anyway?
  29. How is outside information gathered?
  30. How are crimes dealt with in your clan? Are they dealt with at all?
  31. What would you consider the overall morality of your clan?
  32. Is there any event that would cause complete chaos in your clan?
  33. What is your clan’s greatest strength?
  34. Your clan’s greatest weakness?
  35. A funny moment or story that will always be remembered in the clan?
Their Amy; His Liebling (pt. 8)

Mark walks back into the dining room with Bim at his side. They’re chatting and laughing about the time Mark ate thirteen habaneros for a milestone video. “I’ve thought of growing some in the garden! Just to spice things up,” Bim says with a smile.

Dark is still seated at the table, pushing blueberries around his plate with a fork. He’s draped across the chair like it’s a throne, and he looks up through his eyelashes when they come in, raising a daring eyebrow at them.

“Sit up, you drama queen,” Mark snorts, and Dark nearly falls out of his chair. “Bim, you want honey on your toast?” Mark reaches for his plate, hardly touched from earlier, and then goes into the kitchen to reheat it. Bim follows him in pure awe.

“What did you call me?” Dark grumbles from the dining room.

“A drama queen,” Mark says, poking his head through the window between the kitchen and the dining room. “Do you not know what that means?” He smiles at the Edgelord and wiggles his eyebrows like Wilford. “Hey, where’d Host go?”

Dark sits up in his chair, turning to look at Mark and growling something to himself. “He left not long after you did along with everyone else.”

Bim glances at him, back at Mark, and then grabs his leftovers. “Yeah, I like honey!”

They finish their lunch in the kitchen, still talking. Apparently Bim will jump at the chance to tell anyone about his new job working with Wilford on “Warfstache Tonight.” “We’ve got this really great idea for a skit next week, and it’s going to be phenomenal.”

On their way out, Mark calls behind him, “Come on, Darky. Let’s go find the others.”

Dark snarls at Mark, shell cracking ever so slightly. “Don’t you dare call me that!”

Mark winks at him. “You really ought to be nicer, Darkipoo. Nobody is going to believe your little ‘new leaf’ story, if you don’t at least try to get along with everyone!” Bim’s jaw drops.

Dark gets up from his chair, letting it topple over behind him and follows Mark and Bim down the hall and into the elevator. “It’s not a story, it’s just… harder than I thought trying to get along with you people,” Dark mutters.

Bim inches away from him a bit more as the other Ego fumes visibly. “Mark, I’m not so sure that taking Dark to see the Host is the best idea.”

“Don’t worry,” Mark says with another smile. “I think I’ve got this handled.” Honestly, this is taking all he has. He’s tired and being so close to Dark makes his skin crawl, but he won’t let Dark win again. He’s going to make him pay, and if he can’t kill him with a bullet, Mark Edward Fischbach is going to make Dark suffer in a whole other way. He’s going to make him turn over a new leaf, whether he likes it or not.

Host senses them coming before the elevator reaches his floor. He, the Doctor, and Wilford have been arguing since the Host stormed out of the dining room. “We can’t expect Mark to be able to murder someone in cold blood,” the Doctor says for the eighteenth time, and then he notices the amused expression on Host’s face. “What? Did I say something funny?”

Host shakes his head. “Something wicked this way comes.”

Wilford takes a step back, drawing his gun again. “I don’t like it when you get cryptic, Hosty.”

“This is going to be entertaining,” Host says, gesturing towards the elevator as Mark, Bim, and Dark step into the library in different states of hysterics.

Wilford raises an eyebrow, watching them carefully. The Doctor scratches his head, completely dumbfounded by what he’s seeing before him. He can’t believe this is the same Mark he’d seen earlier today cowering at the thought of Dark, let alone slapping him on the back and boisterously declaring, “Ole Darky here has come to apologize to everyone. Go ahead, Dark. Tell them.”

Dark’s shell glitches slightly before he shrouds himself in an apologetic mask. “Wilford, Doctor, I’m very sorry for my actions. I’m sorry that I forced you into obeying me. That wasn’t fair. A leader should rule by the consent of the governed, after all.” Then he turns to the Host, head falling slightly. “Host, I know you can’t forgive me for all the things I’ve done to you. I understand that, but please, can we put aside our past and try to work together for the best of everyone?”

Host runs his fingers through his hair, sending it in all directions. “Don’t think you have any of us fooled, Dark. I’ll try to be peaceable, but if you step one toe out of line…” Host’s voice slowly drifts away. What can he do? He can’t threaten Dark because there is nothing he can do to stop him…

Mark looks at Wilford, hand extended, asking his question without words. Wilford gives him a confused look but hands over his gun.

Mark takes the weapon and points it at Dark. The Ego flinches, eyes wide with fright. “What Host means is, I might not be able to shoot you now, but if you so much as touch Amy or one of the Egos ever again, I won’t hesitate to put a bullet between those dramatic eyebrows of yours.” Mark leans in with a very dark smile. “Am I clear?”

Dark swallows hard and stares daggers at Mark. “Crystal.”

Catherine the Great (1729-1796) was the longest-ruling female leader of Russia, and one of the most renowned monarchs of history. Under her rule, Russia became one of the great powers of Europe, and saw an era referred to as the Golden Age in the context of European Enlightenment.

She ascended to the throne in 1762, after her husband, Peter III, was assassinated. She gained a reputation as an enlightened sovereign, a patron of the arts and culture. She was influential in establishing the Smolny Institute, the first provider of higher education for women in the whole of Europe.

Headcanon of the Day

All of the furniture in Byron’s house is made of metal. There are cushions, of course, but all of the supports are metal.   

It’s not an aesthetic decision. When someone asks why, he simply opens his wallet and hands them an old photograph. It features Roark (who couldn’t have been more than 4 at the time), his newly hatched Cranidos, and piles and piles of broken wooden furniture. Turns out Cranidoses don’t see any difference between the trees they headbutt to train and the wood that makes up a dining room table, for example. The pair got through two whole rooms before the destruction was halted. 


WARNING: If anybody’s got a clown suitcase, I would very much like to see it. And here’s part 1, if you wish to know more. Thank you, take care out there, and enjoy.

Steven Universe is a charming, popular show with a quad-polar fandom, and I’m only here to point out what I say is legitimately wrong with the cartoon. Simple enough? Fair enough. Previously, I talked about how their action is so basic, it’s inexcusable. Now for Point number 2, which is also my favorite:


I fucking love villains. Not just for the who, but why and how they do it. When bad guys like the Joker, Lord Dominator, DIO, or Him do their thing onscreen, I enjoy every moment of their threatening essence (except Jared Leto’s Joker, he sucked). Villains remorselessly do unethical, downright vicious, things to fulfill their goals while initiating setting up the heroes to correct these effects with their efforts and abilities. Steven Universe has villains, sure. Yet, after having so many chances, Rebecca Sugardaddy has failed to make them REAL villains, specifically the Great Diamond Authority.

Now originally, I was gonna compare the Diamonds to the likes of Fire Lord Ozai (Avatar: The Last Airbender) or DIO (JJBA); villains that work in the shadows and when they’re eventually revealed, they’re already a force to be reckoned with. But looking into how they and Homeworld is set up, there was no other villainous ensemble that could stack up with the Diamonds perfectly like the Gorosei from the anime One Piece.

Looking more badass than the US Government

Now these five gentlemen aren’t necessarily what make up the end all be all for the series, but above all, the Gorosei are the ruling leaders of the organization that controls the entire world of One Piece. They command the military, the police, and other agencies, like their investigative and espionage departments, and the only people that out rule these gentlemen are the descendants of those who created it several centuries ago. Like the Diamonds, they seek to maintain order and justice for the people of their world and doing so means taking on any sign of revolution (namely Pirates) that could damage not only their image, but their purpose. Both Authorities possess absolute rule over the many classes that are under them and their stance of power can be present with the many actions that effect the characters we focus on currently. The difference between the two ruling classes is nuance, aka a grey sense of morality, aka an actual sense of relatability. So when I see a series having an overall narrative villain, Steven Universe has shown me that sympathy should NOT be a factor in storytelling.

And their crocodile tears are not welcome either…

Now when I say this, I don’t mean you can’t sympathize with any villain you see. Most of the time, you can feel for the antagonist when their lives never were good to begin with, that’s namely how villainy starts out, therefore making their actions not so much justified, but understandable. Take the rogues gallery that are the enemies of Batman.

Every one of them has a story to tell and a method to their madness. Their histories weren’t as nice or as hopeful as they may have hoped, and you can feel their pain as their efforts to be successful at something grand falls apart due to the Dark Knight or life’s unforgiving nature. However, the sympathy stops there because none of these masterminds, with the Joker being an exception, serve as a main villain to Batman’s crusade for justice, they’re continuous rivals and one off stories that expand the DC Universe. No evil in Gotham is powerful enough because Batman’s story has no real endgame. Steven Universe and One Piece will eventually have an endgame. And while the Gorosei represent an Oligarchical commodity that separates its order seeking rule from their affiliating countries, The Diamonds have amounted to being under one system alone:

Originally posted by marcyandpeebles

Yep. Nazis.

And it’s weird I bring this up. For I would’ve thought to have called Homeworld an authoritative caste system where the gem you’re born with defines your class and status, coinciding with the gems’ natural abilities. The specific gems are given a role and everyone plays a part to maintain societal order, like what India has, with the Diamonds being the biggest and strongest gems and therefore are the de facto Matriarch of the gem society, you feel me? That would’ve earned a little sympathy from me, because the Diamonds losing Pink would’ve meant the massive changes to accommodate their order and resources might not have worked out so well and their image as leaders are slowly diminishing and that can explain the huge resentment for Earth and Rose’s Rebellion.

But no. Instead the Diamonds are a repressive totalitarian government that basically control everyone and everything, all the gems below to strictly follow and almost never question their line of reasoning, and they’re reasons for destroying the Earth has been summarized down to the emotional baggage and grudge that came with their failure long ago.

Originally posted by gemsingifs


Wanna know why I didn’t compare the Diamonds to Avatar’s Fire Nation when talking about humanizing the enemy and the connection couldn’t be more obvious? Because before Ozai is ever mentioned, The Last Airbender states very clearly that the Fire Nation is the region Aang and his friends need to infiltrate to stop their manifest destiny. And when we’re early hinted that Zuko’s not full on evil, it lets the audience know that not everyone is on board with those in charge of the Fire Nation invasion, leading up to Ozai’s big debut where we see that as the endgame villain, he’s irredeemable and has such a lust for power, that he’s recognizably the main drive everyone has to stop. Avatar did this right because little by little, the main enemy was narrowed down to a single force that hasn’t made itself known until near the end when his presence bear more importance. The same can’t be said for Steven Universe because Rebecca Sugar Rush presented yet another faint mistake.

The Diamond’s personalities are given to us before they’ve shown us who they are and what they’re capable of…

So we see Yellow Diamond as a vindictive, no nonsense leader that wants shit to get done and Blue Diamond as a more tender looking, yet no nonsense leader that’s grieving over Pink Diamond’s death and does whatever she can to move on and remember the fallen fondly. So, have they done anything before we’ve met them personally? Sure.

*They corrupted thousands of their own kind (because of the rebellion)

*Allowed experimentation towards shattered gems to make artificial fusion (because of the rebellion)

*Ordered a search and destroy on all “defective” gems that go against the Authority’s standards and prevalence while said defectives put themselves in a literally hole of despair for coming out wrong (Gaslighting)

*And let’s not forget the Cluster (because of the rebellion)

So yeah, quite a lot actually. Now you might be thinking, “But Monkey Network, what does those five old men have to do with what the Diamonds did?” Well, when you see the villainous shit the Gorosei have commanded, their actions are actually more relatable.

*Ordering the destruction of an island of archaeologists because they were secretly researching forbidden history

*Allowing a hit on their own government affiliated island to erase any potential surviving threats that invaded there

*Directing the Marines, or the front line enemies of our Pirate heroes

*And contemplating their system’s next move when updates arrive

Now I don’t know about you, but these gentlemen make up quite an authoritative class with understandable motives and relatable notions on running the world without necessarily being on the front lines. Kinda like the US over the years? Even when their level of corruption can be on par and we still know little of their true power and who they really are, they’re instantly better than the Diamond Authority because we can see why they’re in command, their thoughts and actions towards our heroes shows no sign of being sympathetic, and yet we see where their motives lie. I mean, their Government’s enemies are pirates. You know, Pirates? People who’ve robbed and killed and are the opposite of order? See where I’m going here? They namely go after our heroes who are seen to be the enemy even when the Pirates and plenty others consider them the enemy. It’s almost as if there’s a grey choice for the audience to wonder whom the real bad guys are. OooooOOh.

Also, quick side note. The Gorosei look fucking cool. Like their designs aren’t exactly human, credit towards Eiichiro Oda and his expressive designs, but they’re drawn with such a level of seriousness and stature that it presents their elder wisdom and grave subtlety towards a subject in a contrasting light to the pirates bombastic, emotional appeal. But the Diamonds?

This picture summarizes how I will never take them seriously, no matter how hard they try or how good Patti LuPone is

So, what has this amounted to? Basically, Rebecca Sugardop has given us nonthreatening villains that showed no sign of any redeemable qualities beyond their ability to mesmerize us with their acting. That and give us an episode that, in summary, tells the audience that killing an enemy like the Diamonds makes you no better than them. Yeah, I have to go there.

Originally posted by stevenfaces

I’ll try and make this quick.

This episode was Crime and Punishment done bad. For Crime and Punishment, it was an old Russian tale of a man killing a woman that’s rich yet unliked in the community because he believed it was for a greater good; implying that murder is permissible in pursuit of a higher purpose. Same can apply to Bismuth, having faith that in killing the Diamonds, Homeworld can be liberated from the oppressive elite. Here’s where that tie-in ends: the effect. In Crime and Punishment, the killer shows sincere regret towards his actions because it didn’t present any change in the community beyond the fact that an old woman got murdered and the only thing the she was despised for was being a greedy pawnbroker. What regret would’ve there been in using the Breaking Point on the Diamonds? Bismuth wasn’t set on killing any Homeworld gem around, just the leader who show that they mean and will mean business unless they’re fully out of commission. The show wanted to say killing the Diamonds is bad even when the effect of it could be good, but never offered any other method to success and just shunned Bismuth to dormancy until they need her again, proving she might have been onto something.

Originally posted by citystompers

Whew. So, what’s the tl;dr aspect of this since you probably won’t take this seriously. Well, call this a domino effect. Rebecca Sugar Pop is trying to make sympathetic dictators, which is itself an oxymoronic detail. In doing so, she failed to make them real villains. In doing that, there really are no real villains in the show. And when there are no villains, the conflict feels dry and absent. And without conflict, she failed at putting together HALF an overall story. And when you’re a coming of age story where it has to end on some note with maturity and change, after almost five years in the making, you just FUCKED yourself over when you didn’t even invest time in HALF of what makes an overall story of good and evil investing and engaging. Oh I’m sorry, what makes an overall story of a blurred line between good and evil. Investing and engaging.

I can’t care anymore. If they get redeemed, sure. If they end up dying like a tragedy, fine. They feel less like villains to overcome and more like stairs Steven has to step on to become a better person. Just let White Diamond be as grandiose and badass as Tumblr’s AUs of her, because again…

Originally posted by it-takes-two-to-mango

The fandom is doing the show a bit of justice