lion trek

The lion roams the open plains, its head held high, its footsteps sure. Sunlight glitters off its golden fur, creating a radiance unlike any other. The heat is warm and welcomed. The lion treks through the grass and the dirt, lifting its head to watch the birds circling in the sky. It pauses, gives chase, and lingers for a moment as it considers returning home. But it does not. There is always a new chase, the lion knows. A new adventure, something exciting just over the horizon. The lion tips its head back in a roar. And then it steps forward.

The badger pokes its head from the entrance of its burrow. The morning air is edged by the sharp chill of last night’s frost, but the badger does not feel the cold. It continues out of its hole and into the small field of frozen grass and flowers. There’s something beautiful about them, the ice glittering along the petals, their stillness as they’re frozen in standstill. The sun will come soon, the badger knows, the sun will come and the ice will melt. Then, their beauty will be different, but neither better nor worse. Beauty it knows, is an evolving thing, and there is no one way for an object to show it. They will still be the flowers it knows and loves, they will still be beautiful. It digs its claws into the earth. And it waits for the sun to shine.

The eagle soars through the sky, held aloft by the drafts of air that ruffle its feathers. Up here, the air is cold, thin, but the eagle does not mind. Here is a place for thinking, a place where trouble is few and far between and answers are easy to find. The eagle scans the land below, trained eyes catching on the things that others would never notice: a flower blooming, the melting of snow, a cricket beginning its song. From up here, everything is so small, so trivial, so simple. Everything is merely a single piece, a little part of the world. Up here, the eagle feels as though it can truly understand. And so it flies onward.

The snake slips through the shadows, unnoticed by the ones who pass it by. The scales on its back shift as they’re dappled with with different arrays of light, and the snake allows itself to rest for a moment in a patch of sunlight. Somewhere nearby, it can hear water running, the soft gentle hiss of shifting pebbles and hidden currents. The sun beats against its back, and it finds that it enjoys the peace of the moment. The warmth, the running water, the concrete moment in time before a future where everything can change. But then…the snake is no stranger to change. It sheds its skin, it moves from light to shadows. For all that it loves this warmth, this peace, it knows that change will only make it stronger. Wind rustles through the trees above its head. And it slips away. 

MBTI in fiction, part 8: INFJ

There is a reason INFJ characters are always made out to be mystical, enigmatic brings who know everything. That is, when used properly, they sort of are. They have a virtually unmatched ability to notice the big picture, and the tiny details, simultaneously.
They listen, and let other characters try to work things out for themselves, before giving hints about what is really going on. Chances are, they knew it nearly an hour before everyone else.

Leadership: Superior. But, ironically, they almost never /want/ to be in charge. While there are excellent INFJ leaders, most of them would rather remain in the background and be the special, personal confidante to the otherwise unemotional leader.

Recreation: Contrary to what one might think, INFJ characters are often seen performing physical recreation. This includes climbing, dancing, or even marksmanship. And they are probably better than all other characters at it, yet are still highly respected.

Under stress: Even the audience might not be able to tell if they are stressed at all. They will almost never yell, rarely misspeak, and will probably have everything sorted out quickly. Maybe nothing can get to them, or maybe something always is, and they are just so used to hiding it.

INFJ examples: Jason Gideon (Criminal Minds), Guinan (Star Trek: The Next Generation), Atticus Finch (To Kill A Mockingbird), Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter), Rafiki (The Lion King).

anonymous asked:

What do you think Ryou's reaction to seeing the Castle for the first time is? What did the Black Lion think of having someone so like her Paladin aboard? Because I am picturing Mama Lion purring over two cubs right now.

I have been trying, unsuccessfully, to find a gif of the way Kirk looked at the Enterprise through the shuttle window in the new Trek reboot movie.  I cannot.  But I did find this! So I’m sharing.

Originally posted by rollingstone

because, lets face it, this gif could very well represent Ryou’s reaction to seeing the Castle for the first time just as much as the quiet amazement and awe in the reboot movie.

Or let’s say, the gif of awe and amaze I was looking for would be his first reaction, standing behind his twin, one hand on the seat as he looked through the view screen as Taka intentionally took Black in the long way around just because he knows his brother.  And the second gif is once Ryou gets onboard and realizes, whether anyone’s given him permission or not, that he’s got a new puzzle to take apart and solve.

As for Black - at this point I really don’t have a good read on Black.  But I think, no matter the personality, Black understands having a pride and as linked to Takashi as the lion is I think Black would have felt the missing piece of Ryou - and would be able to feel the way that emptiness was filled and overflowed once Taka had him back.  For that alone, I think Black would perhaps think of Ryou as, perhaps not an extension of her paladin, but a vital piece (that tends to sing to it and the other lions, blow things up and disappear into engines any time he’s left alone and unsupervised for too long)

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More doodles from @xyloophones fics! This time from (rather, based on) To Boldly Go. 

“Oh, my god,” Yuuri gasps, eyes shining. “That is the cutest dog I’ve ever seen.”

Yurio glances over in the direction that Yuuri is looking. He does a doubletake when his eyes catch on the fluffy mass of Not Dog that Yuuri is melting over.

“Katsudon,” Yurio says in disbelief. “What the hell. That’s not a dog and I know that you know it isn’t a dog because you are our chief science officerwho has grown up on Earth, surrounded by dogs. That’s not a dog.”

Yuuri ignores him, cooing softly at the Not Dog.

“Yurio, don’t,” Viktor says softly.

“Viktor, what’s wrong with him?”

“Yuuri calls every fluffy, vaguely mammalian looking animal a dog. It’s easier to just let him.”

“Hi, there!” Yuuri calls, beckoning the Not Dog over. “I’m Yuuri! You are the cutest dog I’ve ever seen!”

“It’s not a dog! It’s got like eight legs and– What the fuck, Katsudon, are you petting it?!”

“Hey look guys,” Yuuri laughs as the Not Dog tackles him down to the ground. “I think he likes me!”

“Yuuri, it’s trying to eat you.”

“Ha, aww,” Yuuri smiles. “So cute!”” - Chapter 2. 

(The second two doodles are just dumb doodles inspired by this bit tbh)

Inheritance

Pairing: Cullen X Cressida Trevelyan
Rating: SFW
Tags: Fluff/Minor Angst

Summary: Cullen reflects on his families history and how he obtained his famous lion helm.

Cullen never really liked his grandfather’s helm. It was clearly made for an Orlesian noble not some poor farmer’s son. Shame could not describe the conflicted feelings Cullen held about being a quarter Orlesian.

Cullen’s grandfather was the only noble from Orlais to defect to the rebellion once Maric Theirin took control of Fereldan forces. Cullen and his siblings never understood why their grandfather left the wealth and comfort of Orlesian nobility to fight along side a rebel king. It was a mystery that followed the man to his grave. Now, Cullen possessed the helmet that had given the old man the nickname the Lion of Fereldan.

On the trek from Kirkwall to Haven, Cullen decided to stop at his long abandoned home in Honnleath. There in the middle of overgrown farmland near a lake barely visible through the bramble was his family home The family home to that now stood as a makeshift tomb for his grandfather.

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