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Fighter: “Why do you carry that bag with you everywhere? What’s in it?”
Druid: “Oh. An small earth elemental.”
Fighter: “….what. Why. How.”
Druid: “He is my companion!”
Fighter: “Why is he in a bag?!”
Druid: “Well, seeing as we are indoors, I don’t want him to track dirt into the inn.”
Fighter: “….”
Druid: “It’s common courtesy.”
Fighter: “….”
Druid: “And he’s napping so please don’t yell anymore.”

As weird as it was, there was nothing as funny as the surprise on our enemies’ face when she threw the bag at them, basically hit them with a ton of rocks, only to have her elemental attack them directly after.

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We f i g h t every night for s o m e t h i n g —
but when the sun sets, we’re both the same . (x)

consider: cameos for both Cassian & Jyn in the Han Solo movie, wherein they narrowly miss meeting each other

Going Up

Word Count: 1033

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Daddy Jensen

A/N: Credit to @impala-dreamer for semi inspiring this. At least the bed break part with a story about how she broke a bed with her husband. I’ll say no more. Leave it to your imaginations. 

Constructive feedback always welcome and appreciated


“I’m back!” You made your way into your house, calling out for Jensen and your daughter. “Ellie! Jay!” No answer. You put the grocery bags in the kitchen and looked around, unable to find them anywhere. Thinking that maybe they fell asleep upstairs you ran up the staircase, making your way down the hall, when you heard your daughter’s giggles.

“Again, Daddy!” She giggled. “Again!”

“Ok, come on. Get back on.” You quietly cracked the door of your bedroom open, peeking inside. Jensen was on his knees on the bed, face down in the covers. Ellie was crawling over and climbing on his neck. As soon as she was on he raised up, grabbing her ankles in his hands. She grabbed his head for balance, a huge smile on her face. “Going up.” Jensen chuckled.

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Uninterrupted (1/1)

Summary: What would have happened if Snow hadn’t burst into Emma and Killian’s house with wedding plans? Unashamed and un-beta’d smut that’s what.

special shout out to @caprelloidea for screaming about that scene with me and leading me to this idea. and to @hellowherearemypeople who pointed out the robe.

Emma flipped the (slightly overdone) pancakes onto a plate, hoping to surprise Killian with breakfast in bed after a long night of celebratory engagement sex. Her surprise was ruined when she felt him press himself against her back, his breath hot on her neck and sending shivers down her spine.

“Something smells delicious,” he whispered, his lips gently brushing against the shell of her ear.

“It’s just from a box,” she smiled and bit her lip, she could feel his erection pressing up against her backside. She would have been surprised at his stamina had she not already experienced a long night of near marathon love making and fucking the night before.

“I’m not talking about the pancakes,” he growled before she turned and properly kissed him. Her hand rested itself on his cheek and the other pulled him even closer. Hungry moans escaped her lips as she came up for air before being swallowed again by Killian’s lips. And it struck her just then how domestic the whole scene was and just how happy it made her.

She pulled back and looked up at him, her fiance who had crossed realms to find her just as she did for him, who loved her with every inch of his soul, body, and mind, and she couldn’t help but smile as she ran her hands up his chest. It was real, he was real and they were getting married, something she had never thought she would do.

“What?” he asked, a smile spreading across his face.

“I’m just… happy,” she shrugged. “Sometimes it still surprises me.”

“Aye love. Me too,” he said before leaning down to kiss her again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers threading themselves through the hair at the nape of his neck. They pulled each other close so Emma could feel every inch of his body through her thick robe.

“To hell with pancakes,” she moaned against his lips, walking them back until Killian hit the kitchen table. Emma wasn’t concerned about making it to the bedroom and it didn’t seem like he was either as he palmed at her ass and ground against her.

“Swan is this my robe you’re wearing?” he asked, his hand now toying with the tie at her waist.

“Yes,” she smiled and cocked her eyebrow at him.

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Power Rangers headcanons, mothers addition

  • Candace, Billy’s mother, absolutely adores the Rangers and especially Jason because he was the first person who actually showed up after Billy invited someone over- admittedly for selfish reasons but she loves the friendship they now have. Whenever they come over she fusses about giving them drinks they like and snacks they enjoy, and she’s pretty much Molly Weasley, adopts these kids the second she sees them.
  • She was angry about the car but too relieved that her kids weren’t in it when it got hit *ahem ahem awkward coughingyea…*. She insists on carpooling them sometimes, like if she sees Trini walking home in the rain for example. She has pictures of Billy with all his friends all over the house.
  • Candace was also the person Zack called when his mother took a bad turn, panicking and crying and it’s okay, Zack, I’m right there I’m getting in my car right now, sweetie.
  • The woman we see briefly in the film is actually Jason’s stepmother, and Pearl is his half-sister. A few members of the town remember his biological mother, but no one knows why she suddenly left when he was seven.
  • When he’s not pretending she doesn’t exist he’s usually angry, twitchy and avoids anyone touching him. She showed up at Angel Grove to ‘see if he was alright’ after the Rita/Goldar incident, and the first time he saw her Jason dived under the table and Trini on reflex covered him with her coat because she’s freaking seen this reaction before. Jason went to stay at the other Rangers houses for the two weeks his mother kept trying to see him before giving up.
  • Trini’s mother hates the Rangers. She’s ‘grateful they saved us but look at the carnage they left!’. Trini’s little brothers always argue back that it was Rita and Goldar who did most of the damage.
  • Kimberly’s dad thinks her friends are bad influences but her mom loves them. Kimberly’s mom lets Kimberly have their converted basement, decked out like a rec room, for regular hang outs with all her friends. If she knows they’re coming she usually has a massive meal planned out too and really it’s by his wife’s influence alone that Kim’s dad ends up liking them too.
  • Jia, Zack’s mother, knows they’re the Rangers she’s not stupid. She saw her son leap over the lawn and land in the trash (inspired by a deleted scene showing her watching him from the window) and he suddenly has four friends who all perfectly match the statures of the other Rangers. Come on Zack.
  • She calls them her Five Warriors. The first time she did it she had to stop herself from laughing at their alarmed looks. Jia can’t believe they still think she doesn’t know after that hint.
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i love betty finn

Lightning

Originally posted by themosthumanpower

Thor x Young!Reader


“Guys incoming!” Tony yelled as something hurtled towards the group.

“I’ve got it!” Thor called out, reaching his hand out for Mjölnir. “What?” He gasped when it whizzed past him.

“We could use some help!” Steve yelled, raising the shield when something came flying towards him, steadying his feet as he was forced back a little.

“It would appear Mjölnir is not cooperating.” Thor sighed, looking around for where the hammer could hurtle from.

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Saudade (1)

Bucky x Reader

Saudade: (n.) Portuguese for a melancholic nostalgia for someone or something from the past.

Summary: She’s willing to do anything to keep Bucky out of harm’s way, that’s why she’s so expendable, and expendability is dangerous.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: swearing, violence, angst

TAGS AT THE END!

Part 2 

Originally posted by ariesw1493

She fell off the train first.

She died, or she at least thinks she did.

She remembers hearing Bucky scream after her as he clung to the loose metal bar on the train. She remembers him fall off right after she did. His screams echoed off the mountain tops as they both plunged further and further to their deaths. She wanted to scream out to him. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, how much he meant to her, but her voice was gone. Instead, it was filled with gut wrenching screams.

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anonymous asked:

Since it is soon, what would the characters do for Valentines day with us (the MC)?

Nadia would take you on an elegant river cruise stocked with 130 varieties of tiny cake and a private crooner hired to serenade you but she would end up throwing them overboard for not hitting the high notes

Asra would take you to the mall and splurge on all the stuff you both can’t afford but wait way too long to get lunch so you get into a fight and he proposes in the food court

Julian would show up on the 15th after with all the candy he scored at 75% off, pretend it was on purpose that he got the day wrong, and wake you up at 3 am to come clean because the guilt was eating him alive

Muriel would light some scented candles, cook up a sensual meal and throw a bearskin rug in front of the fireplace for you to enjoy alone while he escapes into the woods

Portia would pack a picnic of chicken and tortilla chips, take you to the beach where you could splash around until the sun goes down and lull you to sleep on the sandy blanket with her acoustic guitar

Lucio would have servants fill your room with floor to ceiling flowers while you sleep and wait impatiently for you to wake up like

mrriggerworld  asked:

Imagine Maggie as a softball coach, teaching kids how to throw, how to catch, pushing them to improve their skills, taking the team out for pizza after games, making sure that they remember winning's great, but not the most important thing, listening to problems when necessary, and basically being the coach you still talk about after you've grown up. All the kids insist on vetting Alex after she shows up at one of their practices, because they have to make sure she's awesome enough for Maggie.

It’s not like she’s swimming in free time, but she can’t resist the kids.

The kids with the big eyes and uncoordinated runs, who want to play softball but don’t want to be separated along gender lines from their friends; who don’t want to be chewed out by people three times their age for missing a catch; who want to be part of something, but don’t want to go through the ritualistic humiliation that is most organized sports to get it.

So every Saturday, without fail, her work phone is off. Her captain knows; her captain approves.

I think he might be… you know… in your community, he tells her out of the side of his mouth one day about his nine year old son, and she immediately takes the boy onto the team.

Every Saturday, she pulls her ponytail through the back of a beat up Brooklyn Dodgers cap, and trades in her boots for cleats, and slings two bags more than half her height over her back, full of bats and balls and mitts and caps and water bottles and other assorted treats for the horde of nine year olds who stream onto the field she’s reserved just for them in varying states of readiness, varying states of dress (sometimes in skirts, sometimes in older sibling’s baseball jerseys, once – memorably – in a rabbit onesie because it’s Purim, okay, and who says rabbits can’t play softball?), varying states of excitement to get away from their parents, their homes, their schools, for a few solid hours under the California sun.

The only thing she doesn’t accept on the field is giving up; but she does accept anxiety and she does accept tears, because whoever said there’s no crying in baseball clearly has never played softball with a band of misfit kids who spend so much of their time trying to be perfect that sometimes it takes a while for them to realize that on this field, with these kids, with this coach, they can revel in their uniqueness, in their imperfections.

She has a system worked out for their little bodies slipping into existential crises: the swing set nearby. She holds the crying kid, whoever it may be at the time, and she rocks them, and she wipes their tears and she gives them a bottle of water and some animal crackers, and she sends them with two friends – always two friends – off to the swing set for a few minutes, so they can swing the sad away.

She keeps on eye on the ball and the other on them, and they always sprint back with smiles and giggles, ready to keep going, ready to learn more, ready to be more.

So she teaches them to throw and she teaches them to hit; she teaches them to move their hips right along with the rest of their bodies, and most importantly, she teaches them to let go. To let go of what everyone’s ever told them about perfection, about winning, about success, about their self-worth. Because each of them are stardust, and doesn’t that sound cooler than defining themselves by winners and losers.

They run drills and they support each other when the ball trickles through someone’s feet and they eagerly shout me me me me me! when Maggie stands at home plate with a bat in one hand and a ball in the other, knees bent and ready to aim a hit at each of them in turn.

They play against the other local teams, and even though they don’t always win, they always shock the smug-looking parents and coaches of the other teams, and they always win over some new friends – with the more expensive uniforms and pressure to win constantly on their backs – because they always look like they’re having more fun, like they’re feeling more confident, than anyone else to ever step onto the field.

And the first time Alex Danvers steps onto the field, Maggie’s spare cap backwards on her head and a red bandana sticking out of her back pocket and a nervous but thrilled grin on her face, they decide that they need to interrogate this pretty new lady holding Maggie’s hand and helping her carry her bags.

Because Maggie’s never held another girl’s hand before in front of them before, and she’s certainly never let anyone carry her bags for her before.

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Alex. Alex, this is the squad.”

They all form a line, squinting up at her and trying their best to look intimidating, and Alex is forcibly reminded of that Sandlot movie Kara made her watch over and over when they were kids.

She glances at Maggie, who’s regarding them gravely, and she follows her girlfriend’s lead, biting down her amusement and contorting her face into seriousness as she squats down on her haunches to be more on their eye level.

“You all seem like you have something to say to me,” she says, doing her best to not address them like they’re nine, but rather, like they’re a threat to her physical safety.

A girl with Bantu knots and a serious set to her jaw steps forward and gestures at Alex with her red glove.

“Coach Maggie told us she was bringing someone special to meet us. Coach never brings anyone special to meet us.”

“Yeah, even though we’re pretty sure you’re not the first girl she’s dated. She’s pretty pretty!”

“Shhh Andy, let Chase talk, we all agreed!”

Maggie closes her eyes to keep from doubling over with laughter and Alex reminds herself that she can beat a polygraph test.

“So we just want to make sure you’re really special enough for her.”

“Because Coach Maggie’s the best!”

“She brings us for pizza after every game!”

“Even when we lose!”

“And she told off Janelle’s parents when they tried to tell her she couldn’t wear a tie or shop in the boy’s section!”

“Yeah, and look how fabulous I look now!”

“And she – ”

“Order on the field!”

Alex’s eyes open wide and wonders if in a decade or so, Chase would be interested in a job at the DEO.

“So,” Chase continues happily when silence falls immediately. “Tell us why you’re special enough for her. What are your intentions with the best coach ever to coach?”

Maggie bites her lip and stares down at Alex for a moment before squatting next to her.

“Guys, you’re like the inquisition, Alex doesn’t have to – ”

“No, no, Maggie, it’s fine. I love how much they love you.”

She looks squarely at Chase, then at each of the children in turn as she takes a deep breath and speaks.

“And you’re right: Maggie only deserves the most special things and the most special people. Because – and you guys all already know this – she is so, so special. And she’s special to me. The most special. I ask myself the same question every day, you know: am I special enough for her? And honestly? I don’t know. I don’t know if anyone can ever be special enough for Maggie Sawyer. Except maybe you guys, but that’s different. And as for my intentions?”

She turns to look at Maggie and puts a hand on her knee, and Maggie immediately puts her hand on hers to steady herself, because her heart is in her throat and her eyes are watering at Alex’s words.

“My intentions with the best coach ever to coach – the best girlfriend ever to girlfriend – are to try, ever day, to be special enough for her. To care for her – to love her – better than she’s ever been loved. Every day, every night, and every moment in between.

“Ally.” Maggie’s whisper is barely a breath, and it’s almost lost in the whisper-shouting conferring of intensely defensive nine year olds.

After a few long moments of staring into each other’s eyes, a few long moments during which the softball team confers with each other in the consensus-driven style Maggie taught them, Chase nods and clears her throat for Alex’s attention.

“Dr. Danvers, would you like to play ball with us today? We’re going to learn how to slide into second base, and we think it’d be great if you learned with us.”

Maggie beams and kisses Alex’s hand as Alex shakes Chase’s with her other one.

“It would be my distinct honor.”

Sansa bit her lip and nodded. Arya lowered her face to stare sullenly at her plate. She could feel tears stinging her eyes. She rubbed them away angrily, determined not to cry. (Arya II, AGOT)

When the bar was down, Arya finally felt safe enough to cry. (Arya II, AGOT)

It was the scariest thing she’d ever done. She wanted to run and hide, but she made herself walk across the yard, slowly, putting one foot in front of the other as if she had all the time in the world and no reason to be afraid of anyone. She thought she could feel their eyes, like bugs crawling on her skin under her clothes. Arya never looked up. If she saw them watching, all her courage would desert her, she knew, and she would drop the bundle of clothes and run and cry like a baby, and then they would have her. She kept her gaze on the ground. By the time she reached the shadow of the royal sept on the far side of the yard, Arya was cold with sweat, but no one had raised the hue and cry.  (Arya IV, AGOT)

Two of the guardsmen were dicing together while the third walked rounds, his hand on the pommel of his sword. Ashamed to let them see her crying like a baby, she stopped to rub at her eyes. Her eyes her eyes her eyes, why did … (Arya V, AGOT)

She could not have said how she got back to Flea Bottom, but she was breathing hard by the time she reached the narrow crooked unpaved streets between the hills. The Bottom had a stench to it, a stink of pigsties and stables and tanner’s sheds, mixed in with the sour smell of winesinks and cheap whorehouses. Arya wound her way through the maze dully. It was not until she caught a whiff of bubbling brown coming through a pot-shop door that she realized her pigeon was gone. It must have slipped from her belt as she ran, or someone had stolen it and she’d never noticed. For a moment she wanted to cry again. She’d have to walk all the way back to the Street of Flour to find another one that plump. (Arya V, AGOT)

Everyone was moving in the same direction, all in a hurry to see what the ringing was all about. The bells seemed louder now, clanging, calling. Arya joined the stream of people. Her thumb hurt so bad where the nail had broken that it was all she could do not to cry. She bit her lip as she limped along, listening to the excited voices around her. (Arya V, AGOT)

She had cried in her sleep the night before, dreaming of her father. Come morning, she’d woken red-eyed and dry, and could not have shed another tear if her life had hung on it. (Arya I, ACOK)

I won’t, Arya thought stubbornly, but when Yoren laid the wood against the back of her bare thighs, the shriek burst out of her anyway. “Think that hurt?” he said. “Try this one.” The stick came whistling. Arya shrieked again, clutching the tree to keep from falling. “One more.” She held on tight, chewing her lip, flinching when she heard it coming. The stroke made her jump and howl. I won’t cry, she thought, I won’t do that. I’m a Stark of Winterfell, our sigil is the direwolf, direwolves don’t cry. She could feel a thin trickle of blood running down her left leg. Her thighs and cheeks were ablaze with pain. “Might be I got your attention now,” Yoren said. “Next time you take that stick to one of your brothers, you’ll get twice what you give, you hear me? Now cover yourself.” (Arya I, ACOK)

He was going to take me home, she thought as they dug the old man’s hole. There were too many dead to bury them all, but Yoren at least must have a grave, Arya had insisted. He was going to bring me safe to Winterfell, he promised. Part of her wanted to cry. The other part wanted to kick him. (Arya V, ACOK)

“But one guard won’t be enough, we need to kill them all to open the cell.” Arya bit her lip hard to stop from crying. “I want you to save the northmen like I saved you.” (Arya IX, ACOK)

She looked at their filthy hair and scraggly beards and reddened eyes, at their dry, cracked, bleeding lips. Wolves, she thought again. Like me. Was this her pack? How could they be Robb’s men? She wanted to hit them. She wanted to hurt them. She wanted to cry. They all seemed to be looking at her, the living and the dead alike. The old man had squeezed three fingers out between the bars. “Water,” he said, “water.” (Arya V, ASOS)

Arya had never heard of Old King Andahar. She’d never seen a horse with two heads either, especially not one who could run on water, but she knew better than to ask. She held her tongue and sat stiff as the Hound turned the stallion’s head and trotted along the ridgeline, following the river downstream. At least the rain was at their backs this way. She’d had enough of it stinging her eyes half-blind and washing down her cheeks like she was crying. Wolves never cry, she reminded herself again. (Arya IX, ASOS)

anonymous asked:

okay, so i had this thought for a long time. how would the champions (both new and old) react to getting attacked by chicken?

Link

-He grew up in Hateno. You won’t get him anywhere near a chicken while wielding a weapon

Urbosa

-Would be extremely annoyed

-It is a tamed bird! Why has this not been bred out of them?!

-Keeps hitting them

Riju

-Very confused

-All she did was flick it

-Why is there a flock of them

Daruk

-Doesn’t care

-There’s more of them to pet now

-He accidentally hurt the first one while petting

Yunoba

-Very upset because Link has explained what this means

-He didn’t mean to hurt it, he tried so hard to be gentle

-He starts crying

Revali

-Screaming. Lots of screaming

-He’ll deny it after

-The mere mention of a chicken has him puffing up in defense

Teba

-He’s heard of what they do

-Put one in the same room as him and he runs

-He knows they’re the superior warriors

Mipha

-Too gentle. They can’t bring themselves to attack her

Sidon

-He pet it too enthusiastically

-He immediately runs toward the river

-He can’t stand the wrath of the chickens

*Blue

somebody else // stiles stilinski pt. 3

Summary: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Requested: no, collab with @minhosmeanhoe 

Warning: no, mature language & themes throughout 

Inspired by this song

Masterlist 

As soon as the bell rang Katalina breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn’t stand to be around Theo any longer and the confusing feelings she had developed for Stiles were messing with her head. One minute he’s starting small talk with her at a party reigniting her feelings for him and the next he’s acting like she doesn’t even matter to him.

She was relieved when she stepped into the library and was immediately engulfed by silence. Knowing that she still hadn’t finished her English paper, she took out her laptop and opened the document. She read over it again trying to think of how to strengthen her argument when her phone went off, causing multiple heads to turn in her direction. Quickly silencing the device, she rolled her eyes when Theo’s name appeared on the screen. Ignoring it, Katalina tried to redirect her focus back on her paper. 

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Semblances have more than one trait...

Edit: to put commas and have stuff make more sense…

I feel like this has been confirmed in the most recent season. But there is still a bunch of people having arguments about it so Imma put my 2 cents. YES a semblances is one thing. You can only have one semblance… but like a bunch of shit it can come with side effects. Just like you have a cold… You got runny nose a fever and then some. Now I need to go back and look at the other characters that have shown semblances to see what their side effect is but this is what I have for now….  Let me get into it.

RUBY: Can burst into rose petals and move faster than most. The side affect is her being able to use her speed without bursting into rose petals. But when she does ((become rose petals)) that is the true form of her semblance and when she is fastest.

WEISS/WINTER: The glyphs. Their main glyphs give them speed when the glyphs interact with dust the properties change. Their summoning glyph is Their main semblance and what their other glyphs work up too. 

YANG: Without activating her semblance, it lets her take the hits and she can start dealing them back with more force. When it is activated is when all the damage that was done manifests into adrenaline letting her deal the damage twice as hard.

NORA: Her semblance truly becomes active after an electrical charge. But as a side effect she has better control over muscle commands giving her superhuman strength on the regular.

QROW: He can turn into a crow that’s main part of the semblance a side effect is his ability to be a bad luck charm. 

REN: I call it peace of mind. It calms down the emotions and renders whoever is affected by his semblance invisible to the grimm; Only makes the people affected invisible to grimm not to other people. The side effect can be seen in Ren when he is outside of a battle it calms the emotions on the regular. 

EMERALD: Illusions. She is able to manipulate the vision and hearing parts of the mind to give whoever is under her control a realistic image… Side effect… Emotional state. She is able to throw of their mental stability by causing panic rage, or with Amber and the people she steals from a sense of trust or happiness. 

((edit to add more))FLYNT: I like to call his the echo. His clones are tangible but they don’t have minds of their own they merely echo what Flynt does, the downside/side effect is it has to keep his full attention or it doesn’t work but that is also a bonus considering that he has the ability to hyper focus enough to make his echos deadly

PYRRHA: polarity magnets!!! Yay! He side affect is not only controlling it but sensing the metal and adjusting herself to deflect without her semblance. Most prominent in her fight against CRDN.

BLAKE: Shadow has she calls it leaves a solid mimic of herself but idk if anyone else sees it but when she drops a shadow she goes invisible and becomes fast enough, when in close range, you can almost say homegirl is teleporting. She gets a hella speed boost when a shadow is dropped that and she can infuse a shadow with dust.

SUN: I call his outlines. They can be soild but it looks like they aren’t soild until contact with a target. I haven’t gotten to see a side effect but the fact that the outlines don’t stay soild the whole time sun can make more and that’s just cool so this is just me gushing about my ab boy.

((HOW DID I FORGET MY BAE)) GOODWITCH: Telepathy! Not just Telepathy homegirl has mastered her semblance so nasty that she can make items turn back time to their original form/state with little use of her aura! Obviously it can take a toll shown by her trying to rebuild beacon but my boo GOODWITCH IS THE SHIT

Most of the fandom, I have no idea why, think that semblance is a completely different thing that does not draw from Aura. I have seen too many videos and post questioning “Why don’t they use it more?” “The battle could have ended quickly!” “Why wasn’t Qrow’s active all these other times?!”

AURA! Semblances draw the power from Aura. Qrow’s aura was focused on the poison running through him ((another reason I think homie stays drunk to try to nullify the bad luck, even though it doesn’t work too well)) REN couldn’t use it in battle cause 1. his hand would have had to stay on the ground the whole time taking him out of the battle and 2. it takes a lot of Aura and we have seen that he runs out pretty quick.

now if you’ll excuse me… Imma go look at the other characters I haven’t mentioned so I can add more to my worthless post lol

does this count as a ramble…. Imma tag it as a ramble