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Angels walk among us. With crooked halos and shattered wings, they walk among us and try to remember what it felt like to be holy. Stretching out their arms and reminding themselves of what it felt like to soar.


Gods walk among us. Trapped inside too small bodies with nothing but the memories of when they were everything, and dream of the worlds and empires they helped forge. Their hands had once built galaxies, but now seemed so small.


Aliens walk among us. From far away worlds and twinkling stars, they carry on and wonder how they had gotten so far from home. One day they know they’ll traverse this galaxy once again, but until then they must make do with Earth.


Fae walk among us. Who try to remember their people, their customs, their dances, in a world that is convinced that they are children’s tales, and no more. Desperately trying to become themselves again, wondering if it was all simply a prank gone wrong, or something worse.


Forests walk among us. Those who remember their trees, their plants, the animals they kept safe under their canopy. Now they can only hope their small friends stay safe, until they can take care of them all again.


Animals walk among us. Wondering why they were stuck on two legs with none of their fur or feathers, scales or shells. Questioning why their voices suddenly are so wrong, so different from the cries they used to make. Surrounding themselves with whatever they can that reminds them of their home.


Ghosts walk among us. Clothed in flowing white and shadowy blues, wandering through areas that used to be solely theirs. They can no longer phase or float, but they make do. They have to.


Dragons walk among us. On feet without the claws they remember, and with heads held high despite the missing horns and fangs. They clamber forwards, rebuilding their hoard with every step of the way.


Dolls walk among us. Those with faded felt and chipped ceramics alike wondering why they were suddenly flesh. Looking over themselves and realizing their bodies were suddenly softer then they ever were, more sturdy then they ever were.


Galaxies walk among us. Made of star stuff and moonshine, infinitely growing forces trapped in too small bodies. Remembering what it felt like to span light years and wondering who had managed to trap supernovas into flesh and blood.


Monsters walk among us. In every shape and size; they walk; slither; crawl; and remember the days they were feared, and wonder if they really want that back. If they would want it back after finally being treated as a living creature with as much right to exist as anyone else.


Betrayers walk among us. With guilt-ridden hearts and regretful eyes. Who reassure themselves that it was the right thing to do, not quite sure if they believe themselves.


Saviors walk among us. With a shine in their eyes and smiles on their lips, reassuring all they come across that one day the sun will shine and all with be right once again.


Rebels walk among us. Causes long ago forgotten, but with fires still raging in their hearts. Challenging anything and everything. Unrest and revolutions follow them wherever they tread. Chaos and freedom, mixed together.


Survivors walk among us. Soldiers with nothing left to fear, who have instincts as their guide and luck on their side. Walking forward unafraid, because they’ve done this all before.


Immortals walk among us. Souls laden with sorrow, heartbreak slipping through their eyes. They know by now not to get close, but do so anyways because its the only thing that makes them feel anymore.


Soldiers walk among us. Hands itching for weapons they no longer have, tense with instincts they no longer need. Wondering why their body is so unmarred and unbroken. They had always done their best, but now they no longer knew if that was good enough. If it ever was good enough.


Children walk among us. Lost and afraid, they march forward, with the weights of a thousand impossibilities on their shoulders. These children are forgotten, and they would prefer to stay that way.


Cursed-folk walk among us. With cautious eyes and doubtful tones, who know that the world is against them now more than ever. Everything comes with a price, and they wonder if their price was truly worth it.


Mages walk among us. Hands of their magical tools of choice, ready to pull them out if necessary to defend or attack. Scared because this was the land their ancestors were killed in. Courageous because they continue forwards anyways.


Travelers walk among us. Those who took a wrong turn and found themselves in a world that isn’t theirs, hoping to one day find the way back. Strength rings through them, for they know they cannot- will not -stop until they reach their home.


Chosen Ones walk among us. Remembering what it felt like to be The One, The Savior, The Last Hope of their worlds- and wondering why that responsibility was ever thrust on them in the first place. Wondering why they had been abandoned back in their old world after fighting so hard for the one they had made their home.


Spirits walk among us. Spirits who see others like them in the corner of their eyes. Spirits who meet up in quiet secret places and remember, together, what it felt like to be themselves. Reassuring each other that one day they will all go Home.


Unicorns walk among us. Even with their horns no longer there, there is no doubt magic runs through them. They are blessed creatures, and they know it. Stars and sunlight glisten in their eyes, and every step plants flowers. 


Demons walk among us. Still feeling the darkness in their blood, and the calls of others like them. Hell fire and brimstone smells dance on the breeze, luring them away. Luring them back home.


Dire Wolves walk among us. Even without their pack, they are fierce. Every step a calculation, every move planned.The hunt is on, and it looks like you are the prey. Get ready to run.


Dinosaurs walk among us. Long gone though they are, the continue forward. With pasts surrounded by mystery and unknowing. They are a varied folk, from carnivores to herbivores and everything in between. Large and small alike they fight on.


Winged Ones walk among us. Backs aching from wings they don’t have- limbs they haven’t had in a long time. The sky calls to them, begging them to come home, but they cannot reply. Stuck on the ground, staring hopefully up at the sky- one day they might go home, but not yet, not today.


Glitches walk among us. Scratches on the disk of reality, blips in the world. Tilt your head, look at them from a wrong angle- they might just be lens flares, might just be tricks of the imagination. The world warps around a being that is not there, that shouldn’t be there.


Hellhounds walk among us. Hellfire sprouts from their paths, infernos blaze just under their skin. Embers burn their paws, soot stains their fur. Wildness stirs in their hearts, urges them forward. Feral creatures, born from fire and darkness.


Vampires walk among us. Fangs stained red with blood that is not theirs. Pale as untouched snow, with hearts as dark as the night they rule. Voids twist around them, cloaking them in their shadows. Look out for too sharp grins at midnight, watch your steps.


Elements walk among us. Raging winds, blazing flames, crushing earth, and surging waters rush together. Combining to make impossible possibilities, incredible worlds, exploding worlds. Elements that made up entire worlds now spinned into bones.


The Undead walk among us. Shuffling and stuttering, wondering if this makes them undead undead. Flesh now whole and bones unbroken, feeling their heartbeat course through their veins once again, feeling the air filling their lungs once again. 


Werefolk walk among us. Bodies no longer shifting as they once did, permanently stuck on their two legs, for better or for worse. From all walks of life, they shifted into anything and everything. They do what they can to remind themselves of what if had felt like to themselves again.


Starseeds walk among us. Those that have lived only a few lives and those that have lived hundreds walking together. Taking the same steps they’ve taken who knows how many times before. Memories trickle back to them, small ones and big ones alike replaying in their minds. Doing their best to remember their mission and goals.


Mermaids walk among us. Although, maybe walk would be the wrong word. Figuring out how to walk on separate limbs that used to be one. Feeling most at home when submerged in water, sometimes forgetting their new bodies need oxygen. Strong arms and new legs propelling them through water, making them relearn a skill that they’d known since birth.


Death Omens walk among us. Afraid if their mere presence curses everyone around them. Keeping to themselves, just in case. Wondering how much of their past life carries on to their new life. Afraid that their mere touch could end lives, wondering if its their fault every time catastrophe hits.


Psychopomps walk among us. Remembering their jobs, remembering their duty. Even when they hated it, they remember what that must do. Both an impartial guide and a guardian protector. It was not their job to judge, simply to provide a safe passage from here to whatever lies beyond. Smiling in the face of death, knowing that they are not here for them.


Shadows walk among us. Twisting and shifting, not solid forms but far from intangible. They are everywhere and nowhere all at once, watching on to every act, recording passively that actions of others, while also defending those in need, actively stepping out to protect. They are the night and the stars, and yet also the shifting woods and deadly blades that flash in the shade. They are, and they aren’t.


Prisoners walk among us. Remembering shackles and chains holding them back, holding them down. Forced in cages and cells, forced to repent. But now- now they are free. They are free to walk and speak and run. Every part of their soul sings. Shackles now rusted off, chains now broken- they have no intentions of ever putting them back on.


Robots walk among us. Rusty joints and electricity running through them. Mechanical men, made to work with no need for sustenance. Inorganic beings with artificial intelligence, making themselves better, making themselves evolve. Their jobs are not yet done.


Mountains walk among us. Their strength and fortitude transformed into movable flesh and feeble bones. Eons of near unending life taken away and replaced with a life of hardly a century. Where once they were feared and respected, they are now hardly ever seen.


Winter Sprites walk among us. Ice on their fingers, frost in their hair. Snow falls over their trail, painting the frozen landscape a chilling white. A shiver trails up your spine when they pass, followed by a freezing breeze- winter spirits in their element can freeze the world over, if one could be bothered to do so.


Seers walk among us. They watch, wide eyed and humbled, at the creatures who walk around them. Wings and horns and twisted bits, wandering through crowded streets. Their oddities, invisible to most, show bright and clear to the perceptive eyes of those who watch.



(want me to add one? Leave a reply and I’ll add it to the original)

Growing Pains- From one archetype to another

Aries: The Brash to The Inspiring

Aries can go through this kind of awkward stage where they feel like they are finding their footing, finding that right balance between outright aggression to assertiveness, to being able to wake the people up around them and provoke a reaction. They know how to go from a full, fledged flame to a flickering spark that ignites something in others, yet without that clumsy intimidation. They are the perfect example of a personality whose biggest fall, whose impulsive reactions can turn to something magical in a little more maturity. They are the ones that teach us to stand back up when we fall.

Taurus: The Materialist to The Grounded

Taurus can be people of excess from a personality that loves luxury and comfort, yet add this to their sensual nature, there can become parts of their life that are defined by seeking satisfaction purely in the tangible realm, where they become trapped in this feeling of want yet perpetually dissatisfied when they seem to get it. Yet, when they bloom into something beyond this, they are often a grounding presence in the lives of others, someone that can take a moment to stop and really soak in their environment, to appreciate the simple pleasures of this Earth. They often grow into people that learn how to practice gratitude, thanking the Sun for rising in the morning.

Gemini: The Jumbled to The Teacher

Gemini are never consistent, adding to their cluttered charm and chaotic charisma, finding knowledge and curiosity in everything from the smallest piece of trivia to the most profound study of governing laws. They are adept at being receptive to information in general, yet often they grow into a kind of messenger of sorts, someone that finds themselves in their element while educating others. They manage to deliver information in an interesting, witty, adaptable manner, where no matter the view, ability or learning style of their students, there is a side of them that is compatible with each individual.

Cancer: The Weary to The Open Arms

Cancer can grow to feel that their instinct to often take care of others is somehow a detriment, a weakness perhaps, often through external influences. Yet there is a time when they may just break through this barrier, to take their natural understanding of the human condition and psyche into the service of others, which in return releases resistance they have to themselves and their own nature. They often grow to be compassionate, creative and receptive individuals, where that defensiveness and weariness in themselves can turn to traits that are often missing in this world, to a kindness and care much like those figures in books we feel at home with.

Leo: The Egoist to The Giving

Leo can be very in touch with their sense of ego, with who they are and what they want out of life, maybe even to the detriment of the people around them at times. There is a demanding quality in them, something that wants the whole world and more, yet through growth and maturity, they manage to somehow flip this with the knowledge that if they want so greatly, then others must to, an awareness that goes beyond themselves. With this often comes golden generosity, the ability to take with the expectation that they will also give too. They want to feel like number one, but they grow to understand that maybe so do other people too.

Virgo: The Cluttered to The Healer

Virgo can feel like they have heightened senses, the ability to zoom in on the fine details to the disadvantage to the broad horizon, maybe even leaving them with the knowledge of anything that goes amiss, no matter how small. They are often high strung and process things very quickly, a jitteriness to them at times. Yet this ability to really see and understand the details can give them this natural healing ability, the talent of extending their hand to those that may struggle with daily tasks or living to a high quality in the day to day. This should and cannot be undervalued, and they know this. They often have an intuitive knowledge of the human body, natural remedies and more importantly, simple kindness.

Libra: The Swayed to The Just

Libra can find that keeping the peace feels better that sticking to their own will, that creating a charming atmosphere of compromise is easier than bringing about conflict. Yet, this can be a wonderful trait for diffusing anger or aggression, of being able to unite the left with the right and still be able to smile at the end of it. As they grow however, they often find a value system to live by, a way of judging the world around them but with an open mind and heart, whether this is to do with the law or their own code of morality. They appreciate and believe in a system whereby everyone is treated well and fairly, but ultimately judge things justly too.

Scorpio: The Secretive to The Liberator

Scorpio can be reserved to the extreme, building walls between themselves and the people around them, yet this often comes about because of their empathic nature, of needing a break from soaking in the atmosphere and the emotions of the people around them. As they go through personal growth, they can intuit the motives and the thoughts of the people around them, bringing the darkest and most unappealing aspects of ourselves into the light. They can grow into people that can find beauty in the parts of ourselves that we hide away, teaching us to release resistance to them. With this, they can be our liberators.

Sagittarius: The Irresponsible to The Mentor

Sagittarius find their spirit in living as freely as they can, to losing the plans in place of something that gives them the liberty to live how they want to, when they want to. They don’t do well with too much structure or restriction, yet in others eyes, this can lead to a recklessness, an inability to obey the rules of others and instead live without responsibility. Yet, as they grow older and under the guidance of their home house, the ninth house of higher learning and travel, they often find themselves as a spirit that seeks wisdom in many forms, and beyond this, seeks to give this wisdom to others. Their infectious spirit can fill the pages of books, but also fill the minds of those that admire them.

Capricorn: The Restricted to The Visioned

Capricorn know the struggles of their ruling planet Saturn, the planet of lessons, as they are often a reserved personality that can feel like they have to leap over one hurdle to the next to really get what they want out of life, like they break out of their shell time and time again, or simply outgrow it. Yet, Capricorn are also defined a lot by their dreams, something that we may not at first consider for such a tangible orientated and practical energy. Their striving motion, that moving forward with method, intelligence and wit can have them looking at the top of the mountain, not just the mountain itself. If there is something to win, a title to hold, or a personal goal to reach, then trust Capricorn to achieve this.

Aquarius: The Rebel to The Activist

Aquarius are system breakers, catalysts to change, yet sometimes they can enjoy the pure thrill of destroying the archaic, whether it is for a righteous cause or not. They can flourish in the destruction itself rather than what comes after it. Through their growth however, they often learn how to use this nature in a way that paves the way to something better, that lends itself to those that live without a voice or those that are vulnerable. They learn the art of protest, of holding people to account to proceed into a more just and virtuous society. In this, they are not denying that urge to shake things up, to hold a mirror to society, but are also actively ready for what comes after.

Pisces: The Vague to The Transcendent

Pisces often don’t obey the rules, the norms of this world, not to be actively rebellious, but because they can see so many different ways of doing things. For each person they meet, another idea seems to grow, yet when they wish to communicate this to others, it can seem other worldly, strange, too vague for practical application. Pisces often learn how to transcend these struggles and criticisms, to show us new ways of existing from a higher perspective but with a caring and compassionate heart. Vagueness, nothing of solid form can turn to things we have only ever dreamed of. They often long for utopia, and when they transcend their restrictions or worries, they can introduce a piece of it right here, much the innovator. 

on loving the human

i. they will not appreciate all your gifts, will akin them to a cat bringing dead mice to their feet. this is fine. everything else you give, they will find gorgeous. if you are vain enough, give them something of yours to wear. if you are rash enough, give them something of yours to wear. they will find it beautiful and every Other will know you’ve claimed that one. be sure no one else, such as Not-Cat or even the crows, have done the same yet. a human, no matter their talents, would be worth such a war. you must remember this, if you see them keeping feathers-blacker-than-night in their hair/pockets/pouches. you might be able to fool them from another Fair, but, if the birds have gotten to them, there is no return. best to pick another that can catch your attention. any of them would start pleased with that.

ii. to appear human while first wooing them is best. you will need two ears, two eyes, a nose with (only!) two nostrils, 32 teeth, 206 bones, and about 640 muscles that do not slide or slip or slush. both halves of your (singular) face must react together, but not mechanically, robotically, stiffly, or in any manner similar to plastic or silicon. one side of your mouth must not be higher or lower than the other unless it is a facial expression, of a half-smile or frown. your eyes must not be too close together, or too far apart, your ears must be even, the spacing of your nose-to-eyes-to-ears-to-forehead must all be within a certain ratio. if you must, watch a good artist space faces to see the estimate. but you must not be too perfect, either: your teeth not too straight or too white, your nails not too clean or pristinely cut or without variation, your skin not too blemish-free. you need some faults in order to appear human. you must maintain solid form at all times. still, it’s likely they’ll know, regardless. at least, they’ll probably appreciate the effort. (remember, being seen without protection is even more telling. keep sugar and pewter/tin/aluminum with you at all times; these will look enough like salt and iron. it is also advisable you carry ‘offerings,’ even if you never leave them anywhere. creamer cups are most popular.)

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rinodf  asked:

hey how u doing? your models are beatiful so if i may ask could u tell me what is your process for texturing them or what materials do you use for them?

im doing good, and yeah no problem! the computer i did it on i never did a recording but basically i start with a concept and in blender i do like? shift+A then find image empty or empty image? and i put it upright 90 degrees

and so i start building my guy (you can use Z to switch between like the solid mesh form vs just the lines form/frame

this is the current render of the model finished besides the hair cuz i like doing that last

and the materials i use is just the normal face coloring but I have it marked as “shadeless” option! as you can guess it just keeps it from having any shadows so you can get that lowpoly 2D look!

i use Adobe mixamo which is like a library of poses and animations? things like running, jumping, to certain poses (i used this to make a game with my character also! so it’s very useful if you don’t know how to rig, it uses an algorithm to rig your character for you. you could stop there and download the version with all the bones now to pose yourself or you could look at the adobe library!) 

and heres another example! so making that concept drawing is super helpful and makes things look right (the first model I ever made looked so wonky because I didn’t)

so you want to start with simple shapes then progressively make them more complicated, you can add more sectors by i think control+r and that creates something called a loopcut which is very helpful

thanks for reading, im sorry this is so choppy and fast but these are the images i have on me! I used youtube tutorials to teach myself, Blender Guru is a GREAT resource and I’d watch his stuff

Tag this with how you’d pass the time and fight off the existential madness of immortality if you were in the 17776 reality

By the time Viktor Nikiforov finds Katsuki Yuuri, he is completely and thoroughly touch starved. 

Viktor has been without physical affection for far too long, wanting and wishing for it all the time and not getting it. Yes, he has Makkachin, and most days he thinks to himself that he has no idea what he would’ve done without his faithful poodle over the years–but the lack of people in his life who he could talk to and hug and touch weighs heavily on his heart.  

Naturally, when he finds Yuuri, he gravitates towards him, finds himself absurdly clingy all the time. Viktor is the touchy type anyways, he’s always known that he’s a very tactile and affectionate person, but with Yuuri it’s different. Yuuri lets Viktor hold his hand in public, kisses him goodbye when they part ways,  doesn’t protest too much when Viktor pulls him into his lap–except for the way that he mumbles “Viktor!” in a faux disapproving tone under his breath and blushes a little, but he doesn’t resist. In fact, he always melts into Viktor’s arms like he’s dying for Viktor’s touch as well. 

It’s not always easy for Viktor, though. Sometimes he finds himself reaching out for Yuuri because he’s scared–scared that one day, all too soon, he’ll reach out and Yuuri’s hand one be there to hold his own, that he’ll have to wake up in the morning without Yuuri’s solid, warm form pressed against the length of his own. Sometimes, he finds himself reaching out to touch Yuuri because he needs a reminder that Yuuri is really there, needs reassurance that can only be given by proof that Yuuri is real and solid and warm beneath his hands. 

Yuuri kisses him, holds him, strokes his hair, touches him back like he knows. Like he knows how much Viktor needs this. Viktor doesn’t like to voice his fears out loud, but Yuuri has always been good at being a silent and reliable source of comfort for him. When Viktor crawls into Yuuri’s lap, or rests his head on his shoulder, or idly starts running his fingers over Yuuri’s, tracing every crease and line like he’s memorizing it… Yuuri just accepts him happily, holds him close, lets Viktor soak up his warmth and comfort. 

Viktor feels unbelievably lucky to have Yuuri by his side, but a part of him worries. He’s touch starved and now he’s getting his fill, and every passing day with Yuuri reminds him that he couldn’t go back to being alone again. 

So he holds on, always hoping that he’ll never be forced to let go. 

(anime/yoi only blog:@viktorkatsuki)

This was posted on @therealjacksepticeye’s Twitter. This tweet as well as the post Anti reblogged about the RBG thing and the now changed twitter bio (as well as some other stuff) has formed a solid theory about what Antisepticeye is.

Lets start with the Pax reveal.

Sean wanted us to get out our phones to record a message and the video glitched. Anti then monologued and explained that hes always there and always watching.

Now try to remember all of the previous Anti appearances. How did they happen/occur?

Think about every photo of Anti (From Seans Twitter/Instagram).

What do all these things have in commom?

Cameras. When Anti makes his appearances it is always in the facecam or in anything where a camera is involved. The gameplay itself is never affected.

RGB is used in electronics and is used in all digital cameras. So when Anti told us we were correct about the RGB colour scheme, pieces began to fit together.

On the Twitter bio, it says Time is Broken. This can easily be linked to cameras. When you take a picture, time is frozen within that picture, when you record something again that os filmed at that time so when you rewatch things, its looking into past, ti things that have already happened. Time is broken in these instances, the camera the cause of that as it has perfectly captured time but in thr past and we can still view these in the present and in the future.

Anti is an electronic based virus but using electronics, he has the power to infect people.

He is always watching because cameras can easily watch you. Hes inside Seans camera based electronics, watching him constantly.

His twitter location also says in our heads. Now his is easy. Anti has infected us but not on the scale of him infecting sean. We watch YouTube on many devices and the majority of these have inbuilt cameras in some form. Anti has infected us via youtube, and we don’t realise it. We keep talking about Anti, posting art, gifs, videos, edits, screenshots etc meaning hos hold over the community, over us, is still strong. Hes in our heads, we can’t stop thinking about him.

Lastly to help solidify this, remember the key words. Corrupted, System, Glitch, Damaged, Broken etc. These are adjectives commonly linked with anything electronic. That image even looks like the camera glitched out. Also remember he Ultron video link sean put in the tags in one of his posts?

Ultron was connected to anything electronic, he was always watching the Avengers.

anonymous asked:

Naruto gets taken in and raised by Koharu. He learns everything a traditional kunoichi does, as well as those combat skills that were what made kunoichi like Koharu, Touka, and Mito so absolutely fucking terrifying. But he always maintains the elegance and poise Koharu-obaasama taught him, even when handing Sasuke his broken teeth on a platter. Sakura and Ino are SO JEALOUS™ but also SO PROUD because ladylike but still male Naruto is awesome.

“I’m not going to approve this,” Hiruzen tells his former teammate, utterly bewildered.

“Of course you are,” Koharu tells him briskly, and the look on her face is one she most often used to turn on him and Danzō when they were being particularly obtuse. “Lady Mito’s spirit came to me in a dream to point out the in injustice being done to her descendant. I’m fixing it, and you had best not get in my way, Saru.”

Perched on her lap, four-year-old Naruto turns wide-starry eyes on her. “You talk to the Hokage like that?” he asks excitedly.

Hiruzen, who is still trying to sort out the Lady Mito’s spirit part of that, catches sight of that expression out of the corner of his eye and freezes as trepidation bolts down his spine.

“I’m being perfectly polite,” Koharu tells Naruto, and it’s true. Mostly. Except she wields manners the same way she wields an explosive tag, which is to say devastatingly. “People can never say no to good manners, if you use them correctly.”

Oh no. That expression on Naruto’s face is the same one he was wearing when he saw Hiruzen use a jutsu for the first time, and it doesn’t bode well for any part of Hiruzen’s remaining sanity. “Utatane—” he starts warningly.

“Hokage-sama.” He hasn’t heard her sound that icy since he suggested it was too dangerous to go out looking for Tobirama’s body, and years of experience has him snapping his mouth shut automatically. Koharu regards him narrowly for another moment, then nods in satisfaction and sets a neat stack of papers on the desk. “Naruto is coming home with me,” she says. “I will teach him sealing and how to comport himself—no more of this wreaking havoc in the village nonsense. And you will approve it.”

This situation is slipping from Hiruzen’s grasp so quickly it’s giving him a rash. “Only if you agree to cut ties with Danzō,” he says desperately.

Koharu gives him her patented I’m disappointed you’re not more intelligent but also remain unsurprised by this fact look and taps an imperious finger on the papers. “Section three,” she says primly, because of course Utatane Koharu would never hand in paperwork that wasn’t in sections. There was a reason Tobirama liked her best, and it wasn’t her penchant for explosions. Well, not entirely. “Proof of Danzō’s continuing activities, several methods to stop him, a cost-benefit analysis of doing so immediately as compared to phasing Root out slowly, and Mitokado’s agreement not to participate in any more of Danzō’s activities.”

Hiruzen wonders what she did to poor Homura to get his compliance, but very carefully doesn’t ask. Instead, he looks at the boy who may as well be his grandson, who he’s managed to keep at arm’s length, practically neglected, for the past four years, and sighs a little.

“Naruto?” he asks quietly. “Are you all right with this?”

Koharu’s expression shades towards affront, but before she can say anything—or stuff a mild exploding tag down his robes, because that was always one of her favorite ugh you’re such a boy reactions—Naruto turns to look up at her, and…

Well. Hiruzen realizes with a start that while he’s seen Naruto happy, he’s never seen him glad before.

“Oba-sama bought me a kimono,” he says, as though this is bewildering. “Because I thought it was pretty. An’ she said I can learn to fight like a hero of Konoha.” He pronounces the words carefully, clearly aware of the reverence with which Koharu treats her heroes.

Hiruzen just wishes that her heroes weren’t Uzumaki Mito and Senju Tōka, because he knows Koharu. She doesn’t give a damn about gender—Naruto will learn kunoichi skills because she knows how to make them devastating, and because all the shinobi she looks up to used them. And that, coupled with her love of exploding tags and her fuinjutsu knowledge, and Naruto’s bloodline of genius and his chakra reserves—

It takes effort not to wince.

“Utatane—” he starts, even though he doesn’t have a solid protest formed.

A mistake, clearly, because Koharu’s dark eyes go flinty, and she rises to her feet in a swirl of perfectly arranged robes. “Saru,” she says coolly. “Your desk, top drawer on the left, under a false bottom. Second bookshelf from the right of the door, third shelf, behind the treatise on politics during the First World War. Tenth floorboard from the window, in a black box sealed with—”

Hiruzen flings himself forward right over his desk, clapping a hand across her mouth. All the blood has drained from his face, and he gives her a wild-eyed look.

“You witch,” he accuses. “Leave my literature alone.”

Koharu rolls her eyes, grips his wrist between two delicate fingers, and pulls it away from her mouth. She pauses just long enough to make sure Hiruzen knows she’s thinking about breaking it for the offense, then lets go. “Hide it better,” she retorts. “Or for heaven’s sake don’t read porn on the job.”

Naruto, always the first to latch on to something he shouldn’t—case in point, the way he’s happily perched on Koharu’s hip right this moment, and Hiruzen has the uncharitable thought that he’s surprised she hasn’t broken her hip yet, with all her marching around giving orders—perks up at that. “What’s porn?” he asks excitedly.

“A way to lead foolish men around by the nose,” Koharu says precisely. “Saru, I expect those forms to be filed with the appropriate departments by the end of the day tomorrow. Naruto, let’s go home.”

“Yes, Oba-sama!” Naruto cheers, and he waves cheerfully over her shoulder as she sweeps out of the Hokage’s office.

Hiruzen slumps back in his chair and drags his hands over his face, then leans over and fishes out a bottle of sake. For a moment he debates the cup, but then he pictures Naruto with elegance and poise and the ability to break anyone’s teeth without losing composure, and just pops the cork.

At the very least, it will be an interesting few years.

(Hiruzen really, really hopes he can retire before Naruto reaches Academy age, because that will make ‘interesting’ look like a morning stroll in comparison.)

“Terrifying old bat,” he mutters, waving the sake in vague salute, and then drinks straight from the bottle.

In astrology, emotions is represented by water and it is the medium that the water signs (Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces) use to express themselves.

Water is one of the few substances where its solid form (ice) is less dense than its liquid form. This is why ice floats above water. The reason why ice is less dense than water is because the bonds between the water molecules are more loose. The bonds are not as strong.

Ice is usually tied to being very cold and restrictive in an archetypal sense. In many stories and movies, characters that are associated with ice often tend to hide their emotions until they feel safe enough to warm up to someone. Ice only looks “strong” because it is a solid. Ice, compared to water, looks more “put together” because they are able to maintain a shape rather than be defined by a container like liquid water. However, since ice floats above liquid water, it stays at the surface level. Those who put up emotional walls will only establish surface level connections because they can only create weak bonds with others.

Liquid water, which represents freely expressed emotions in this case, is different. Showing your emotions nowadays is seen to be an expression of weakness due to societal norms. Unlike ice, liquid water does not have a shape unless it is placed into a container. With no shape, it’s implied that liquid water lacks control, and with no control, you have no power. However, the bonds within liquid water is stronger. The bonds make liquid water denser, which will place them in the deeper level. Those who express their emotions freely can establish deep, fulfilling relationships because they can create strong bonds with others.

Emotions are a strong force. Emotions are indeed messy, for they can flow into difficult places and make things quite confusing, but it is not a weak force. It is represented by water, a substance that can rise as tsunamis, erode the tallest of mountains to a grain of sand, and create life. Emotions can melt a cold heart, spark rebellions, and most importantly, keep a person alive. Emotions are powerful.

Make it rain.

    (coda for 12x14 because Dean needs a cuddle and I didn’t buy his speech at the end of the ep)

Where are you?

Cas‘ voice is muffled and tired, and he gives Dean the name of a town he’s never heard of before.

Can I come?

Cas says yes, of course. Of course he does.

It’s a three hour drive and Dean doesn’t remember a single thing about it when he turns right into the parking lot of the crappy motel. It started raining a while back. The patter grows loud as soon as he cuts the engine. The wipers stop and the water forms a solid barrier on the windshield, blurring the outside into something surreal.

He gets out and leaves his duffel in the trunk. The curtains are drawn in Cas’ room, but the lights are on and bleed sick yellow light down into the puddles on the pavement.

He should move, but his feet won’t comply.

Raindrops pinch his scalp like needles before they pour into his collar. “I am your mother but I am not just a mom”. No one ever taught him about the difference.

The door opens to the familiar cutout of Cas’ silhouette. Dean, Cas says, and Dean follows the low voice like a beacon. Cas draws him in, always.

And then he stands inside, and Cas gets a towel from the bathroom, peels him out of the jacket, helps him out of his boots, tells him to sit on the bed. Cas dries his hair and it’s so gentle that Dean scrambles for a good reason to make him stop, because his skin is paperthin and he’s not sure how he’s supposed to keep himself together right now.

What happened, Cas asks, quiet.

She went behind our backs and I feel stupid for expecting more, Dean thinks, but he doesn’t say that. It hits too close to what they’ve been through.

Cas’ hand rests on his shoulder and he covers it with his own.

Thank you, Dean murmurs, and Cas asks for what.

For choosing me, I guess. He leans his head to the side then, to Cas’ stomach and Cas’ hand stays on his shoulder for a long time before he lifts it and touches the crown of Dean’s head, so light he wouldn’t feel it he wasn’t so hyperaware of everything Cas does.

He takes a trembling breath. I should go.

Cas’ fingers card through his still damp hair. You should stay and rest. Dean doesn’t fight him on it when Cas bends to the side and lifts the covers. He crawls into bed and presses his face into the pillow so Cas can’t see him. Would you…?, he murmurs and his blood boils with shame because it sounds so needy and pathetic.

He hears the rusting of clothes and then Cas slips into bed behind him, a long line of warmth and comfort, and before he can talk himself out of it, Dean grabs back for Cas’ hand and pulls it over his own body until Cas has to shuffle closer. Cas’ arm is heavy on his side and their hands clasp together over his heart.

The nagging suspicion, his guilt for even being suspicious, all of that comes rushing back –

“I love you.” Had that been part of the play?

Tell me again?

Cas doesn’t hesitate. I love you, he whispers against Dean’s neck.

Cas sounds so honest and so sure. Dean’s lids grow heavy and he feels warm with the knowledge that, even if he can’t quite believe him yet, he can ask again tomorrow.

BTS Reaction - Having an argument and them calling you ‘Noona’

Seokjin

You love Jin, you do, but sometimes he can be so self-absorbed.  He’s always been independent too, almost to a fault, and it’s a combination of these two things that lead to the first real argument in your relationship.  There’s no screaming and shouting, but when he tells you that he’s agreed to lengthen their next tour by two whole weeks without even consulting you, it leads to the development of a very cold shoulder and a lot of tense silences.  He doesn’t even understand why you’re upset either, and that just makes it worse.  It’s not about him being away - you know that it’s all part of dating an idol – it’s the fact he didn’t even think to run it past you.  He gets it eventually, but by the time he does you’re too stressed out to even want him near you.  He disappears for a while, giving you your space, only to reappear again with a plate of food in hand and a sheepish look on his face.

“I made you your favourite.” You ignore him, not looking up from your book. “Please come eat with me, Noona.”  

Your lips betray you on hearing him use the honorific you love, twitching into a smile at your page.  Self-absorbed yes, but Jin always knows exactly how to wrap you round his little finger. 

Originally posted by rrapmonstur

Yoongi

You’re going to kill him, and this time you mean it.  Once again you’ve come home from work to find the apartment an absolute mess, the bed unmade, Yoongi’s clothes strewn all over the floor, dirty plates on the side.  The culprit, of course, is nowhere to be seen; he’s busy in his studio, flexing his creative muscles and leaving you to all the chores.  He must think you’re an idiot, or his mother, either one, and you’re not sure which of them makes you madder.  You stomp into his studio with an armful of his dirty underwear and drop it straight into his lap, yelling at him to do his own damn laundry.  You’re not his maid, so he needs to stop treating you like one.  You’re still muttering angrily under your breath half an hour later as you cook yourself dinner, making sure there’s only enough for one out of spite when you hear Yoongi creep into the kitchen behind you.  

“Noona,” he calls softly, and despite how angry you are you feel some of the tension leave your body, melting future when you feel his slim arms wrap around your waist from behind.  He knows exactly what calling you that does to you - the way it makes your insides clench with excitement.

“I cleaned up in our room… made our bed.  How about we go mess it up again?” 

Originally posted by baenqtan

Hoseok

Hobi’s a big ball of friendly sunshine, always has been and probably always will be.  Hell, it’s one of the things that first attracted you to him.  The only trouble is that his sunny disposition attracts a lot of other women too, women that don’t realise that friendly is Hoseok’s default setting, and that him smiling at them doesn’t mean he’s in any way interested in getting into their pants.  Your temper finally snaps when yet another fan fawns over him, draping herself over his arm as she giggles.  You snap at him that you’re going home, imaginary steam pouring out of your ears when you hear the girl ask him what his big sister’s problem is and ignoring him as he calls after you, not wanting you to get a taxi on your own.  You do anyway, seething with jealousy that’s still going strong by the time he comes in through the door an hour later, looking nervous.  He pulls a big bunch of flowers out from behind his back, thrusting them at you with an over-the-top smile.  

“Don’t be jealous Noona,” he pleads, sitting himself next to you on the sofa when you take the flowers from him, smelling them with a reluctant smile.  He’s always used that honorific since the very day you met, and you have fond memories of how hard you blushed the first time you heard it.  He presses a sweet kiss against your cheek, already knowing he’s forgiven.

“You know you’re the only girl for me.” 

Originally posted by oneversehobi

Namjoon

You’re getting ready to go out for the night and Joonie’s got that look on his face again – the one that he gets whenever he’s taking issue with what you’re wearing.  Tonight it’s the top you’ve put on; it’s cut too low, he says.  He’s stood leant against the door with his arms folded, glaring at you when you refuse to change.  You try to remind him that you’ve been going out dressed the same way for years before you met him and that you can take care of yourself, but it does no good, he’s still sulking by the time you leave.  When he refuses to answer your texts whilst you’re out you end up getting pissed off too.  You’re supposed to be having a good time with your friends, but now you can’t stop worrying about what’s going to be waiting for you when you get home.  As it is, he’s already in bed when you return, all the lights switched off, your bedroom silent.  You change into your pyjamas, lying yourself in bed as far away as possible from him with a huff, knowing that you won’t sleep well tonight.  All of a sudden you feel his solid form shuffling up behind you, his face pressing between your shoulder blades, his arm hooking over your waist.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you quietly.  “You just looked so gorgeous, Noona.  I don’t anyone to take you away from me.” Joonie’s voice is so sweet and sincere than you just can’t stay mad at him, especially when he calls you the name he saves for strictly special occasions.  He trails teasing kisses along your shoulder, his hand drifting downward along your stomach.

“Let me make it up to you?”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jimin

You were expecting Jimin to be home about three hours ago.  The dinner you’ve made him has gone cold, the film you were supposed to watch together is over and done with.  He hasn’t given you any kind of head’s up that he’d be late, he’s not answering your calls or your texts, and for a while you’re really worried that something might’ve happened to him; until you check his social media page, that is.  He signed into a bar somewhere about two hours ago, and only an hour after that there’s a picture of him with the other members with drinks in hand, a smile on his face, and you’re certainly not worried anymore.  Oh no, you’re not worried.  You.  Are.  Pissed.   By the time he stumbles in the door, swaying slightly, you’re practically foaming at the mouth.  You start yelling at each other, Jimin’s famous temper exacerbated by alcohol, you calling him immature, him calling you boring, and by the time he’s stormed off into your bedroom slamming the door behind him you’ve got tears streaming down your face.  You wait it out for at least an hour, hoping that he’ll have fallen into a deep, drunken sleep, but when you push open the bedroom door the slip of light from the hallway illuminates Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped.  He’s been crying just as much as you, and when you walk over to him he slips off the bed and kneels at your feet, wrapping his arms around your calves and pressing his cheek to your thighs.

“I know I’ve been bad Noona,” he sniffles, wiping his face on your skirt and then looking up at you, everything about him screaming submission.  Jimin only calls you Noona when he wants you to take control, when he wants to be your baby boy, and hearing him say it gets you wet instantly.  “You can punish me, if you want.”

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Taehyung

At the start of the day you’re feeling pretty hopeful.  You’ve been dropping hints about your birthday for the past few weeks - the things you’d like or where you’d like to go - and though Tae doesn’t initially wish you a ‘Happy Birthday’ when you first wake up beside him, you’re pretty sure he’s just pretending so it’ll be more of a surprise when he does something special later.  As the day goes on, however, it seems less and less likely that he’s remembered at all.  You spend the entire day slobbing around the apartment together, Taehyung not even bothering to shower or get dressed, just enjoying well-earned time off without the slightest of ideas that today has any kind of significance.   You know he’s always got his head in the clouds, his mind on a different plane to everyone else’s, but surely you’re not expecting too much to want him to remember your birthday?  As the evening draws to a close he finally starts to notice how quiet you’ve been, asking what’s wrong and gawping when you burst into tears.  You press your face into your hands, managing to tell him through sobs what it is that he’s done wrong.  He’s instantly remorseful, trying to pull you into a hug despite your resistance to be held.

“I’m sorry I’m such a bad boyfriend,” he apologises, planting kisses on the top of your head as you cry against his chest,  “I’ll try harder, I promise.  I just need my Noona to teach me how.” 

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

Jungkook

If he starts one more game of Overwatch you’re going to scream.  He’d promised that tonight would just be the two of you, and yeah, ok, the other members aren’t here, but you weren’t really planning on sharing him with his Xbox friends either.  You try subtle means of getting his attention; sitting next to him and leaning your head on his shoulder or gently playing with his hair with a coy smile.  Jungkook unfortunately remains completely oblivious, and after another half an hour and one more match you finally get up with a huff, collecting your things and walking out of the apartment to go home without a word.  You can’t help but wonder how long it actually took for him to notice that you were gone.  It was at least half an hour, because that’s the time it takes for him to text you asking where you are and why you left so suddenly - a text that you pointedly ignore.  It’ll do him good to see how it feels being the one who’s ignored, for a change.  When you come home the next day you’re surprised when your mom tells you that you’ve got a visitor upstairs, a wide, mischievous smile on her face, and your surprise only grows when you push open your bedroom door to find Jungkook inside.  He’s spread out a blanket on your floor and set out a plates and glasses, poorly made sandwiches and fruit in plastic containers sat waiting for you to have your very own personal picnic.  

“I haven’t been paying you enough attention, have I, Noona?”  Jungkook asks guiltily, throwing in the honorific that you both so love as he gazes up at you from where he’s sat cross legged on the floor.  He extends his hand to you with a hopeful smile, that smile growing when you take it, allowing him to help you to the floor too.  “You’ve got my 100% attention tonight, promise.” 

Originally posted by hobeui

alec’s eyes flutter open, the warmth of the early morning sun settling against his skin. it’s still early, the quiet of the city makes that clear, and it’s a few slow moments later that alec becomes aware of the warm, solid form behind him.

he slowly becomes aware of the arm draped around his waist, the warm palm pressed against his stomach; aware of the way his legs are tangled with magnus’, aware of magnus’ breathing lightly tickling the back his neck, aware of magnus’ chest against his back. something warm and right blooms inside alec’s chest; he hadn’t realised just how much he’d missed this. 

magnus is obviously still asleep, his breathing even, and that washes over alec in a wave of relief. he knew magnus’ struggles wouldn’t disappear just like that, just because he’d voiced them, but alec thinks back to the four previous nights spent distantly aware of magnus’ restlessness and the four previous morning when alec woke up to on an empty bed, and knows that this right here is solid, real progress, that this is huge.

he knows he should check the time, knows the day ahead is going to be difficult at best, but he can’t bring himself to move, to disturb the rest magnus so desperately needs. the calm and content of the morning creep into alec’s body and lull him back to the edge of sleep, and that’s when he feels the barely there kisses against his shoulder.

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Despite their rough beginning, Aelin and Rowan have finally formed a solid friendship, based on mutual respect, trust, and more than a bit of banter. But just when their bond begins to shift into something neither of them quite anticipates - something far deeper - the fortress of Mistward receives a visit from three Fae nobles. And one of them claims some very, very personal ties to Rowan himself.
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*in Fi’s calm voice* Woomy.

I thought of a backstory for Fi Inkling (Finkling?) while drawing this. Fi has a physical defect where she cannot form her arms/two tentacles into a solid form. Fi is consciously and actively forming ink arms and when she stops doing that, like when she’s sleeping, she loses her ink arms. And in her squid form she is missing the two big tentacles other squids have.

Because of Fi’s inky state, she is physically fragile and slightly easier to splat than the average squid. However, she is also incredibly fast in both kid form and squid form. With her speed and smarts, Fi is a top tier turf war fighter!

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BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU

word count: 3,601 not as long as i thought it’d be ngl

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies, non-con etc. very mature themes.  this chapter has mentions of bruises and gunshots. this chapter has mentions of nightmares, gunshots and death

Originally posted by annabartollo

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Three gun shots. Three bodies. Three lives.


Dressed in all black with your hair pinned back into a smooth and sophisticated bun you climbed out of the car, the driver handed you your large metal crutches as the painful reminder of why you were there began to prick at your eyes. It had been two weeks since they were killed, you drank in your heartbreaking surroundings and prepared yourself for what was about to take place. The funeral.
Hobbling up the stairs outside the church you were greeted with three familiar faces, each of them puffy from crying but simultaneously somewhat happy to see you there.

“Y/N, hey.. Thanks for coming.” Jimin pulled you into a warm embrace, being careful not to touch your still very painful leg,

“I wanted to be here.” You breathed shakily as you forced a smile, trying to keep the threatening tears at bay,

“I still can’t believe it…” Serena mumbled as she hugged your frame, her voice no louder than a whisper,

“Me neither.. I, uh-” You coughed out, the underlying guilt of what happened still raw in your mind.
Luckily your discomfort didn’t go unnoticed and a low voice interrupted the harrowing conversation, “Are we all ready to go inside?” Hoseok asked, resting his large hand on your shoulder blade,

“Mhm.” You forcefully pulled your lips into the faintest smile as he helped you inside the building and to your seat.

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