protector of the weak

anonymous asked:

I hear your precious protectors were poisoned by the unholy mother. They were too weak to heed her call and were corrupted. Soon the whole multiverse will hear her call once more along with her brothers and children. Soon all will be consumed. This is your final warning bow before your true gods. The pilgrim.

Yeah how about I just fuckin stab you

You know, it is entirely possible that in this scene, Steve feels the hammer shift…and stops straining. Maybe he knows that yes, he is worthy of Mjolnir, but doesn’t pick it up…

Why?

Because he doesn’t want or need the power the hammer can give him. He doesn’t want to rule Asgard. Being Captain America is enough.

Or because he knows that if he picks the hammer up, his friends will never see him the same way again. Steve has always been Captain America, the protector of the weak, the voice for those who can’t speak and the leader who sees his soldiers as friends. If he could wield Mjolnir he would be known as more than that. So much more. He would be able to bring down all the wrath of Asgard if he picked it up. But more importantly, his friends would look on him in awe, rather than as besties. They could never make conversation with him in the same way. Thor has always had the hammer, always been godly and noble, but if Steve, and only Steve, could pick up the hammer then they might resent him, might think that he’s better than them, Thor most of all. It would have started the Civil War earlier.

At heart Steve has always wanted peace, which was why he enlisted in the war. He wants to be with people who trust him and support him, and at the end of the day all he really needs is some time to kick back and have a chat with his friends and relax after a long day of being Captain America.

Things he’ll never have if everyone knew he could hold Thor’s hammer.

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ALMALEXIA; the lady of mercy

“Almalexia, also known as Almalexia the Lover, Almalexia the Warden, and Ayem, was one of the three God-Kings who constituted the Tribunal, or Almsivi, along with Vivec and Sotha Sil. She was very popular amongst the Dunmer, who called her ‘Healing Mother’, ‘Lady of Mercy’, and ‘Mother Morrowind’. They knew her as the source of compassion, sympathy, and forgiveness, the protector of the poor and weak, and the patron of teachers and healers.” 

Wrong Place, Right Time

This is a prompt fill from the lovely @raptorlily you are such an awesome supporter of my work and I must admit that every time I post something new on Ao3 I eagerly await your review, just as I do your fics.

I hope this fill meets your prompt, it’s only a little bit of pressure filling a prompt for one of your fave fanfic authors.

Summary:

Betty Cooper goes to the White Wyrm to confront Jughead and finds herself in hot water. Enter her knight in a black leather jacket.

Rating: M - there is some stuff ‘wink, wink’ going on but nothing graphic.

Also there is a ‘Keep Reading’ cut.


Betty took a deep breath and pulled her pony tail tighter before she walked through the door of the White Wyrm, if Jughead Jones thought that she could be dissuaded so easily he had another thing coming. The text message had been the last straw.

He had been putting distance between them for weeks. No longer coming to Pop’s, declining her invitations to meet at the Register to write. Even when she was with him he was distant, he no longer sought comfort in her touch, and she knew he was keeping secrets from her. It had all started as soon as he put that damn jacket on. She had been afraid for him, what it would mean for them once he was part of the Serpents. He had promised her that it was just undercover, that he wasn’t about to make the same mistakes that his father had, and she wanted so badly to believe him. She wanted to be his partner in this just as she had been there for Jason Blossom’s murder investigation and subsequent solving. Just as he had been there for her with Polly, the very start of their relationship.


She was determined that she was not going to lose him to the Southside, plus no-one, not even Jughead Jones was going to break up with her via text.

She could feel the atmosphere change as soon as she crossed over the threshold, suspicious eyes roving over her trying to figure out what one of ‘them’ was doing in a place like this.

“You are a very long way from home Blondie.” A leather clad man with a long beard, greyed with age sneered at her. She noticed from the corner of her eye another member, a teen around her age had made his way from the table where he was seated. She continued to make her way towards the bar, ignoring the furious beating of her heart and the shaking in her hands. But as more and more of the gang members moved to surround her she could feel her confidence starting to give way. She straightened herself pulling herself up to her full height and continued on.   

“Extremely far from the white picket fences of the Northside.” He continued to chuckled unkindly.

“Did the boys get too boring for you over there. Wanted something a little more dangerous.” The younger man said as he approached her his eyes roaming over her body, as she hugged her arms around herself suddenly self conscious of her tight sweater.

She turned around sharply looking for an escape but was now surrounded by the other patrons of the bar, other members of the notorious gang which currently was locked in a civil war with her own side. Well she was here now and there was no feasible escape so she might as well get what she came for.

“I’m looking for Jughead Jones.” She said cursing the slight waver in her voice as she tried to command authority in her voice.

“Well girlie, you found us instead.” The older man said as he placed an arm on her shoulder and as she moved to shrug him off he only gripped harder. Frightened she reached for the pepper spray that she had stolen from her mum’s bag, grateful that she had had the forethought to do so. “And we don’t take too kindly to your kind nosing around here.”

Just as her fingers clasped around the cannister a tall figure pulled the man away from her,  pressing him up against the bar, as she moved back stunned, free from his grasp.

“Back off Mongoose.” A rough familiar voice threatened, and recognition washed over her. A beanie-less, leather jacket wearing Jughead Jones, had the Serpent pinned to the bar, twisting his arm behind his back, his tall imposing figure had the other members who had initially gone to help take a wider berth as soon as he glared at them.

Her heart was now racing out of something more than fear, seeing her Jughead defending her honour sent a heat spreading through her body and a flush to her cheeks. His hair was wild, waves falling over his eyes, as he glared at those around him. He leant closer to the man’s ear whispering something that she couldn’t quite hear and noticed a widening of Mongoose’s eyes as he took in the information, before nodding eagerly.

Jughead released him and Betty watched as he nursed his arm as he moved to the back of the small crowd that had gathered when the commotion had started. None of the other serpents seemed to want to be near him as if he was tainted.

He turned to her next, his hand pushing back his hair from his face and his eyes captured hers with such an intensity that she felt her flush intensify, her sweater becoming too warm despite the coolness of the bar.

“You need to leave Betty.” . His face an expression of something that she had only seen a few times, when he was held back by the orderlies at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy and when someone had covered her locker in pigs blood spelling out their hatred for her. There was a roughness and authority in his voice that made her go weak in the knees. Her protector, always.

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i think my fav thing about juphelia is that there’s no solid divide between their characters; there isn’t a “tough” one and a “gentle” one. both jules and ophelia are complex, multifaceted characters that have strengths and weaknesses, and there are no established protector/protected roles. they take turns being there for each other and that’s why there is no ship more iconic

Creating Cool Villains - Angels & Celestials

The time has come once more to take a look at some more famous icons in the lands and many worlds and planes of the D&D universe…

And this time, we’re going to travel to the higher planes of the cosmos..

Because this time we’re showing you how you could create some great angelic villains…

And angels can be more than just goody-two-shoes all the time, angels can rise and fall from grace…

So this post is filled with ideas on creating awesome angelic villains for your campaigns!

So without further interruption, here are a few tips and examples of using celestials and angels in your campaign.

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Cat Folklore & Superstition

Cats, particularly black cats, have played many roles in folklore in cultures across the world.

Folklore

In Egypt, cats were considered scared and were worshipped; jewellery in hieroglyphics were also dedicated to cats. Bastet was known as the Goddess of cats, protection, stealth and independence. She bestowed the gifts of joy, beauty and grace. Cats were so revered that a person killing a cat, even accidentally, was put to death. This sacred animal was so important to the Egyptian society and religion, that after the cat’s death, its body was mummified and buried in a special cemetery.

In Celtic countries, cats played a role in mythology and folklore. In Ireland, and across the celtic world, the skin of a wild cat was worn by warriors, to invoke the avenging and protective power of the gods. The cat was associated with the Goddess, so it was considered feminine. The cat was also a totem animal amongst many clans, particularly Scottish. They believed that cats were guardians of the of the gates to the Otherworld, guardians of their treasures and also bring to the people the wholeness, as a spiritual link between humans and the universe. However, black cats in Celtic lore were considered evil, and were sacrificed.

In Norse mythology, cats are sacred to Freyja, the goddess of love and beauty, one of the original fertility goddesses of the region. Freyja is viewed as the protector of the weak, healer, granter of magic and source of love and peace. The chariot of Freyja is drawn by two large cats, other cats were also associated with this kind and loving goddess. As cats are sacred to Freyja, farmers would leave out precious milk for them, to ensure that she blessed their harvest

Fairy Cat - Cat Sìth

It is a creature from Celtic mythology, said to resemble a large black cat with a white spot on its breast. Legend has it that the spectral cat haunts the Scottish highlands. Some common folklore suggested that the Cat Sìth was not a fairy, but a witch that could transform into a cat nine times. If one of these witches chose to go back into their cat form for the ninth time, they would remain a cat for the rest of their lives. It is believed by some that this is how the idea of a cat having nine lives originated.

The people of the Scottish Highlands did not trust the Cat Sìth. They believed that it could steal a person’s soul before it was claimed by the Gods by passing over a corpse before burial; therefore watches called the Feill Fadalach (Late Wake) were performed night and day to keep the Cat Sìth away from a corpse before burial. Methods of “distraction” such as games of leaping and wrestling, catnip, riddles, and music would be employed to keep the Cat Sìth away from the room in which the corpse lay. In addition, there were no fires where the body lay, as it was legend that the Cat Sìth was attracted to the warmth.

On Samhain, it was believed that a Cat Sìth would bless any house that left a saucer of milk out for it to drink, but those houses that did not let out a saucer of milk would be cursed into having all of their cows’ milk dry.

Werecat

The transformation to either a domestic cat, a tiger, a lion, a lynx, or any other type, including some that are purely mythical felines.

European folklore usually depicts werecats who transform into domestic cats. Some European werecats became giant domestic cats or panthers. They are generally deemed to be witches, even though they may have no magical ability other than self-transformation. During the witch trials, the official Church doctrine stated that all shapeshifters, including werewolves, were witches whether they were male or female.

African legends describe people who turn into lions or leopards. In the case of leopards, this is often because the creature is really a leopard god or goddess masquerading as a human. When these gods mate with humans, offspring can be produced, and these children sometimes grow up to be shapeshifters; those who do not transform may instead have other powers. In reference to werecats who turn into lions, the ability is often associated with royalty. Such a being may have been a king or queen in a former life, or may be destined for leadership in this life. This quality can be seen in the lions of Tsavo, which were reputed to be kings in lion shape, attempting to repel the invading Europeans by stopping their railroad due to attacks on humans.

Mainland Asian werecats usually become tigers. In India, the weretiger is often a dangerous sorcerer, portrayed as a menace to livestock, who might at any time turn to man-eating. Chinese legends often describe weretigers as the victims of either a hereditary curse or a vindictive ghost. In Thailand, a tiger that eats many humans may become a weretiger. There are also other types of weretigers, such as sorcerers with great powers who can change their form to become animals. In both Indonesia and Malaysia there is another kind of weretiger, known as Harimau jadian. The power of transformation is regarded as due to inheritance, to the use of spells, to fasting and willpower, to the use of charms, etc. Save when it is hungry or has just cause for revenge, it is not hostile to man; in fact, it is said to take its animal form only at night and to guard the plantations from wild pigs.

The foremost were-animal in pre-Columbian Mesoamerican cultures was the were-jaguar.  It was associated with the veneration of the jaguar, with priests and shamans among the various peoples who followed this tradition wearing the skins of jaguars to “become” a were-jaguar. Among the Aztecs,  an entire class of specialised warriors who dressed in the jaguar skins were called “jaguar warriors" or "jaguar knights”. Depictions of the jaguar and the were-jaguar are among the most common motifs among the artifacts of the ancient Mesoamerican civilisations. The balams (magicians) of Yucatán were said to guard the maize fields in animal form.

Superstitions

  • Traits associated with cats include cleverness, unpredictability, healing and witchcraft, since in ancient times it was believed that witches took the form of their cats at night.
  • A kitten born in may will be a witches cat.
  • Dreaming of a cat is sometimes regarded as a sign of bad luck in the future. 
  • If a sailor was approached by the ship’s cat it meant good luck, but if the cat only came halfway, it meant bad luck would befall the sailor.
  • In Normandy, seeing a tortoiseshell cat foretold death by accident.
  • The French believed that if a girl tread on a cat’s tail, she would not find a husband before a year is out
  • To end even one of a cat’s 9 lives was to risk being haunted by that particular cat for the rest of the murderer’s life.
  • If you drown a cat, you will fall victim to a drowning.
  • To kill a cat brings 17 years of bad luck.
  • When the pupil of a cat’s eye broadens, there will be rain.
  • A strange black cat on your porch brings prosperity.
  • A cat sneezing is a good omen for everyone who hears it.
  • Occult powers are often attributed to cats. It is said that they also have the power of hypnotism. A cat with three different hues in its coat protect one against fire and fever.
  • When cats rush about wildly, clawing at curtains and cushions, it means that wind is coming.

Every girl wants a prince charming.

It may sound weird, but I’d much rather have a ‘George of the Jungle.’ A guy to save me from danger. A guy who loves animals. A guy who doesn’t let material objects get the better of him. A guy that doesn’t care about looking stupid in front of people. A guy just as awkward and clumsy as I am. A guy that can take me on an adventure.  A guy to dance around a campfire with. A guy who would run miles and conquer extreme heights to do what he feels is right. A quote on quote: “Defender of the Innocent, Protector of the Weak, & All Around Good Guy.”

rlycoolmudkip  asked:

Mr Mime?

The “Mr. Mime” were once a beloved Pokemon,  a staple in stories and folklore. Often in the role of a cunning but benevolent trickster, many tales told of them outsmarting predators and cruel owners, and a protector of the weak. Historically they had many common names, such as Barrierd and Kalosmen, the name “Mr. Mime” stuck to the species as a whole from the beloved turn-of-the-century chldren’s books The Tales of Percy and Mr. Mime, the stories of a boy in Lumious city with his companion, a mute male Barrierd.

The public image of Mr. Mime has greatly soured lately, due to public knowledge of their (potential) aggressive nature and increasing disgust and fear towards humanoid Pokemon. Now consitered “unappealing”, their numbers greatly dwindle in captivity and in the wild, where conservation efforts have weaken due to lack of support. Though many beloved pokemon are far more dangerous and aggressive, the public fear of Mr. Mime has caused the killing and mistreatment of them to be “justified” in the eyes of many.

Mitsunari levels up

Okay first:

Is this bun trolling? Because there is no way that he can weasel out of being that close and “not knowing” what he’s doing to my a maiden’s heart. 

Stop your lies, Mitsunari!

Not about to be outdone by a mere dog, Mitsunari has been stealth leveling for a couple of events now, and has gone from someone who wouldn’t touch the Lover’s Guide with a stick, to having read a small section of it and putting it into practice, to daring to make demands of his liege lord, for his lady’s sake Ieyasu’s influence? at the risk of being cut down.

All of that brings us to this:

See that quote at the bottom? Cute. Apparently Mitsunari gets reincarnated as an assassin in the Bakumatsu period, because he will absotively posilutely kiss you while you’re sleeping, like it’s nothing.

It turns out that Mitsunari is a muttsuri type– a person who seems calm and collected, but is a closet freak. You can think of him as similar to Masamune, who is also muttsuri, but they go about it in different ways.

First, we have a funny scene where Mitsunari is still in the early stages of figuring out what exactly it is that he considers alone time with you. 

For him, it’s only natural that it would include reading. He’s been alone, socially, for most of his life, so he’s still not used to asking for other people’s opinions. 

In his eyes, he is showing you his worth by providing the two of you with quiet time to read books that he thinks you will find helpful. He is also lounging around in the sun with you, while he does it.

A defenseless Mitsunari. Lounging on the engawa. In the sun.

Why you are sitting there reading and not yukadon-ing him, I don’t know– but here comes Sakon, so maybe it’s best if he doesn’t see you flying through the air:

Poor Sakon. 

He’s the Shigezane of Hideyoshi’s men, always getting pushed to the side. Before Sakon can say “Senpai, notice me!” Mitsunari offers to teach him using the thickest set of books in his collection, knowing that Sakon’s not on that education stuff.

Mitsunari uses Book Learnin’!
Sakon is stunned!
Sakon uses Flee!
Mitsunari Levels Up!
Mitsunari learns Gloat!
Achievement Unlocked!: Surreptitious Arm Pump

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Shifting Narratives - Part One

“Avengers Assemble! We have a case” Garcia’s voice came across the bullpen closely followed by a collective groan. It was 4pm on a Friday and everyone had been hoping for an early start to the weekend.

“Sorry guys” said Emily as the team traipsed into the briefing room “This one is time sensitive. Who remembers the Harrison Michael Taylor case?”

“That was about seven years ago right?” said Luke “He abducted and killed a number of teenage girls?”

“Correct Newbie. Eight in total over ten years. He was arrested in 2010 along with his girlfriend Connie Georgette. Taylor confessed  but there was a huge question mark over the extent of Connie’s involvement. She has always refused to talk about the murders and didn’t defend herself at trial despite pleading not guilty.”

“She was seen with victim number six about four hours before her death” explained JJ “Plus the house they both shared was filled with trophies from not only their kills but a number of other girls that Harrison had stalked over the years” added Emily.

“But Harrison claimed he committed all the murders on his own right?” Rossi jumped in “Claimed that Connie was completely unaware”

“Yeah except there was no way that she didn’t at least know what was going on” said Emily. Her eyes flicked round the table before settling on Spencer who hadn’t spoken, hadn’t even looked up since they had started. Emily felt something twist in her stomach before Tara’s voice brought her back to the discussion.

“Why are we being called in now?”

“There have been a number of…developments”

“Sounds intriguing” quipped Rossi.

“That’s a massive understatement” said Garcia

“First of all a documentary filmmaker, Y/N, has been working on a film about the case and during several interviews Harrison has implied that there were more than just the eight victims” explained Emily.

“Isn’t Y/N the one who made that series about the guy falsely imprisoned for murder?” asked JJ.

“Yes!” Garcia’s face lit up ‘It was an indie series, she started working on it in her final year of film school and then she got tonnes of funding, it streamed online and became this sleeper hit. Seriously I watched the entire thing on my day off, bathroom breaks only”

“Aren’t you surrounded by that stuff everyday? I mean you’re the Queen of Kitten videos so why binge something like that?” asked Luke.

“Because Newbie the entire thing was super uplifting. That kid, Jake Mahoney was sent to prison when he was sixteen. No one believed him except Y/N, they were school friends. Can you imagine what that does to a person?”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop in an instant. Garcia’s eyes widened as she realised. Six pairs of eyes swivelled round to Spencer who didn’t so much as flinch, he just kept his eyes fixed on the file though it was clear he wasn’t reading.

“What else was there?” said Rossi after a few moments of awkward silence “You said there were a number of complications”

“Yes” said Emily “Recently Connie got a new lawyer who is arguing that she was coerced into helping Harrison. Connie came from an abusive home and had a history of being taken advantage of by domineering and violent men.”

“The case is being re-examined” explained Garcia.

“They want us to see if there is any credibility to either of these new theories” said Emily “Harrison is refusing to speak with us unless Y/N is allowed to keep making her film and Connie has only agreed to see her lawyer, her mother and just recently Y/N since she was incarcerated. It’s not going to be easy.”

“Is this filmmaker going to make things difficult for us?” asked Rossi.

“She’s a crusader for truth!” said Garcia “You know the whole protector of the weak, fighting for those who can’t fight for themselves schtick. I follow her on Twitter, she’s crazy passionate about this”

“Bet the publicity doesn’t help either” said JJ

“Get yourselves ready, wheels up in forty. Spencer can I talk to you a sec?”

Spencer kept his face blank as the rest of the team filed out after a moment’s hesitation. Emily didn’t speak until they were alone.

“I got a call from Cruz, you missed your last appointment with the therapist” she said flatly.

“I…lost track of time. I’ll make it up next week” said Spencer. Emily fixed him with a look of disbelief.

“Spencer I don’t need to tell you how important those sessions are and not just because they’re a condition of your probation-”

“I know” snapped Spencer “It was a one time mistake. It’s not going to happen again”

“You have six months left until your evaluation. Cruz and I had to fight to get you reinstated” said Emily, her voice rising “I know you have been through something horrific but for God’s sake Spencer…”

Spencer knew deep down that she was right. That didn’t mean he was happy about it. He thought when they cleared his name it was over, that after they rescued his mother that things could finally get back to normal but he’d still broken bureau protocol and apparently the higher ups no longer “trusted his judgement”. Fourteen years at the FBI and he’s gone from the golden boy to a screw up in a few months.

“There’s something else” added Emily, with a note of hesitancy “Obviously Harrison is in prison and that’s where we’re interviewing him so it’s probably best if you sit this one out”

“What?” Spencer leapt to his feet “You can’t do that!”

“I am not sending you back inside a prison. That’s final”

“What the hell am I supposed to do here?”

“Rearrange you’re therapy session for starters, there’s paperwork and we have requests for overviews and profiles from a number of-”

“No” said Spencer “Just-no I’m not staying here. I am a part of this team and I’m coming with you even if I can’t go into the prison”.

Emily was silent for a long time. She felt conflicted. On the one hand she didn’t want risk Spencer’s well being but on the other hand it wouldn’t be much better if he was isolated from the team.

“Okay” she said finally “You can come but you stay at the police station, we’re liaising with the locals in the case of more bodies.”

“Thank you” said Spencer as the tension left his body.

“Don’t thank me till this is over” warned Emily


The filmmaker life was far less glamorous that most people would believe. You had spent about half your time living out of your van in the midst of second hand recording equipment and multi-packs of energy drinks. Thankfully a grant from an arts charity meant that for the last month you had been able to stay in a cheap motel about half an hour away from the prison.

Today was going to be tough. Truth be told, Harrison’s ultimatum to the FBI made you uncomfortable  for several reasons. Firstly, you didn’t want anyone to assume you were an ally of Harrison’s, that you were somehow deluded enough to think he was innocent or, even worse, that you condoned his crimes. You were interested in what drove him to do those things, what helped him evade capture for so long and, if you were honest, what was the mindset of a man who knew he was going to die in prison.

As you drove up to the police station your mind turned to Connie - the reason you got involved in all of this in the first place. After seeing your documentary about Jake, Connie’s mother had sent you an email. Gillian was convinced of her daughter’s innocence and she wanted you to help Connie like you helped Jake. You explained that it was easier said than done but that you would look into it at the very least but here you were all this time later, ready to meet an elite team from the FBI. 

This wasn’t going to be fun. You had no doubt that the FBI wasn’t interested in working with an outsider, a suspicion that was partially confirmed when you met the team.

“SSA Prentiss” the woman in charge stuck out her hand after Captain Nelson had introduced you.

“Y/N” you answered as you shook her hand “I’ve been reading up about the BAU, you guys do some seriously impressive work”

“These are agents Jareau, Rossi, Alvez and Doctors Lewis and Reid” said Prentiss, indicating each member in turn “Since it’s late we’re going to spend tonight getting up to date with the case and what your impressions of Mr Taylor and Ms Georgette are from your interviews”

“I’m not a profiler”

“No” said the woman introduced as Dr Lewis “But you clearly understand people and you’ve spent a lot of time talking to Mr Taylor”

“He’s spent a lot of time performing for me” you clarified, and you saw a smile tug at the corner of Dr Lewis’ lips “I want to make it clear from where I’m standing he’s guilty as hell and he’s a danger to anyone who comes in contact”

“Good to hear” said Prentiss “Tell us everything you know”

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Tumbleweed, Her #19 - [BAP] Noir!Au

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[A/N] I is backk… Proceed with caution. Intense.Super intense piece. 

The Initiator: Bang Yongguk

Between the blurred lines that sets apart truth from lies, the good and the evil, honesty and corruption, between the urge to set the needles straight, the crooked nail that’s proven to be of no use. What if there’s always been an entity who sat above the law they themselves created? Isn’t the law created to protect those of who are powerful and wealthy?

When the sun sets, we’re both the same. Half in the shadows, half burnt in flames.

“Oh Lord, what am I doing.” Yongguk prayed as he unlocks the main office of his police station after buying his unsuspecting colleagues some burger.

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Heramba Gaṅapatī

A form of Śri Gaṇeśa with five heads and ten arms often depicted riding a lion (simha) for his vāhana. The name Heramba means “protector of the weak”. This is a fierce and war like form of Lord Gaṇeśa. This form is also popular amongst Tāntrika sects.

Rajasthani Miniature, Mewāḍ, circa 18th Century CE

Levi was wrong; [love] could control the beast

Thank you guys for the favs and reblogs of my thoughts about Levi and Eren’s visual novel!! 

I wanted to add in that same post about what Levi meant by ‘not even love’ being able to control Eren’s true essence, but it would have made it too heavy! This is why I am posting my thoughts here. It also includes my views on Levi’s view of Eren.

There are going to be many references to the previous analysis, so here’s the link: How Levi sees Eren (Official VN)

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The Butterfly Effect: Chapter 1

A/N: I’m really sorry updates have been slow over the summer. I have no other excuse but that work is kicking my butt so much I’m in bed and it’s only 9pm. Energy has been hard to find lately, so I’m posting this chapter in hopes that your feedback will motivate me to write more. This is set back when Erin and Jay were teenagers and will diverge from canon, because they’ll go to the same high school. I also hope this will be a good opportunity to maybe explore the relationships within the families, mainly between Erin and Camille, and Jay and his family.

I would genuinely love to hear your thoughts, and if you think this is something you would want to read on. Because there is plenty more that I have planned. Just make your opinion known!

I would like to thank everyone for the incredible support and feedback I’ve gotten for the last piece. Your reaction was more than worth the pain of writing it! You guys are my reason for doing this.

A huge thanks to my muse @allenting and another very talented soul @justkillingtimewhileiwait for helping me with ideas and stuff!

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XCVII - Small Thoughts

This was an amazing episode. All the throwbacks were utilized perfectly. They were used to not only show Ashi all the good Jack has done, but to also give fan service. This is a prime example of referencing the old while still making the episode viewable for newcomers. Ashi’s quest to find Jack worked to not only educate her but help her grow as a character as well. The flashback to her past clarified just how horrible her upbringing was. Her new look was very nice and a good metaphor as a fresh new start for her. The humor was well made. The return of Scaramouch was very welcomed considering he made an impact in the first episode. The lighthearted tone worked as a good contrast to the serious tone at the end. This worked as a good way for Jack to make his return as protector of the weak. This episode was a perfect balance of lightheartedness and seriousness and was a great showcase of character growth.

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