Ignia04 - Whatever

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Hello! This is a sort of reply to Karmic Justice (I did reply on AO3, but you either haven't had time to read it, or reply to it - which is perfectly fine - and I'm just so excited by that fic I skipped the review and went straight for the mini-maybe-omake). (1/2)

(2/?) (It’s longer than I thought) You now must put up with my mini-omake I can’t get out of my head!!!-So, Tsuna convinces the Vindice (through sheer baby!sky adorableness Hax) to go visit Madara. And, while negotiating release/capture/imprisonment - and assuming Reborn doesn’t quite notice, Madara or Tobirama kindly invites (not the word I’m looking for, but how do you politely threaten and demand their leader comes around for tea, information/interrogation, and generally scoping out the …

(3/?) the policing system? It’ll just be like dealing with visiting Kages) their Leader (Von whatshisface - mini Vindice) to sit with them. It probably comes about as a negotiating thing, because they (Mads and the others) want to make sure the Vindice can punish the crims (and leftovers from Estrano because fuck them and their Child Torturing ways - if the Vindice don’t go after them Madara will! …

(4/? - sorry, I’d message directly, but when I do they never get through) And he’s been told splitting himself onto three battlefields is too much even for him!) and what better way to do that then have a little chat with their Leader?The Vindice agrees, and a few weeks/whatever later, Von Stuecker (??? ue because that’s how you spell without umlauts) turns up. And. Madara /loses his shit/. …

(5/?) Politely at first. (In other words, Izuna and Tobirama take over to question his appearance while Madara sits there with murder in his eyes, effectively muted with absolute fury - vainly holding onto his temper for /information/ because Fon never mentioned /this guy/ - looming like an active super volcano in the background. So Tobi - because he would have been filled in - and Izuna takeover). …

(5/?) It seems like I can’t send the rest (something about a link? But I can’t find it? I didn’t write a link in the minific?)

Hello! I do remember seeing your comment on Ao3 and I really enjoyed it! The mini omake was super cute. ^_^

As for how the meeting with the Vindice goes down I imagine that to start with they’re brought before Madara in a formal meeting hall. The Wrath Sky is seated on the dias, bracketed by his brothers with Tobirama at his right hand. Tsuna and the rest of the children bow, properly respectful to the Ruling Sky. Tsuna immediately introduces Mukuro as his new Mist Guardian, the others as his new Elements, and announces that they have been granted Sanctuary with the HIbari Clan.

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it's been said before and i'm sure said better than i can phrase it. but really, really - if you like making "i'm going to kill myself" jokes, please try switching to being ironically conceited instead.

anytime something goes wrong, say things like "ah well at least i'm beautiful and charming and everyone loves me." when you forget something, try "my big huge brain is so smart and thinking about too many other very big wizardly thoughts you wouldn't even understand." when you're frustrated by one of your symptoms, start talking like you're in My Immortal. "Life has come for me but my eyes are beautiful pools of gorgeous fire and my hair is amazing. I stuck my middle finger up at life and told it to fuck off and it did."

just... try it for a month or two. try saying the most absurdly self-congratulatory shit you can think of.

i know it's tempting to make suicide or self-harm jokes. and for me at least, a decade ago (!) when someone suggested i stop making those kinds of jokes, i was kind of at a loss for what to replace them with. i wanted to make light of these moments, but genuinely (at the time) my first thought really was suicidal ideation. there was a part of me that even felt like ... i was kind of "making light" of that voice. that if i could say i want to die lol, it would help take the sting out of that genuine (albeit passive) desire. like i could turn my illness into a joke.

when i started complimenting myself instead, it felt awkward and stupid. it felt really, really ironic. what i was actually saying was nobody would ever think this stuff about me, that's what makes it so fucking funny.

but. the effect was immediate. first thing i noticed was the people around me. when i dropped a glass and said ah my skin is too beautiful and sleek the glass has swooned and broken for me, other people were suddenly overjoyed to jump in with the joke. rather than making an awkward moment, we'd both start cracking up. ah princess sleek hands, i've heard of you.

i was 19. i hadn't noticed i'd been making others tense when i said i want it all to end. i know now that it's incredibly hard to know how to walk that moment - do you talk to them about your concern? do you potentially make them uncomfortable by asking if they're okay? do you ignore the situation? do you help them pick up the glass, or do they need to do it by themselves? are they genuinely made suicidal over this small moment? and most importantly, how do you - without professional training or supplies - actually help?

most people want to help you pick up the glass in your life, they just have no fucking idea how to do it. they don't want to make anything worse. they don't want to make assumptions about you. they love you, they're scared for you - and being scared makes people kind of freeze up. it's not because they don't love you. it's because they do.

now when something bad happens, my first thought is how can i make a stupid joke about this. it isn't my brain saying you're a dumb fucking bitch. i spend more time laughing. i spend more time being gentle with myself. i spend more time feeling good.

and the thing is - what's kind of funny - is that you'd be surprised by how many people agree with you. the first time i said i'm too pretty to understand that, someone else said to be fair you're the prettiest person in this room. i promise - you really don't know how kindly your friends see you. but they love you for a reason. they sort of reverse-velveteen-rabbit you. your weird and ugly spots fade away and you just become... the love they want to give you.

go love yourself ironically. the worst thing that happens is that you end up tricking your reflection into actually loving you.

So I was just wondering, in happy AU where Izuna lives and Konoha is formed and Madatobi happens and everything is sunshine and roses, how would the Shinobi Wars have been influenced? Konoha was the most powerful of the villages in the original universe, but add to that the power of Madara and the dozens of Uchiha and Senju that would not have died if the fighting had stopped earlier, they would be ridiculously stronger than the other villages. Also, would the Daimyo of Fire Country take advantage of having such an overpoweringly strong ninja village to expand his borders? 

On another note: in the books they mentioned that the Senju and the Uchiha were always hired to oppose each other, what happened when people could no longer do that? Would there be people willing to pay Konoha not to take a job, or secondary parties willing to pay Konoha extra to take certain jobs?

@hiruma-musouka , @blackkatmagic, @redhothollyberries, and @elenathehun what are your thoughts?

being a self-taught artist with no formal training is having done art seriously since you were a young teenager and only finding out that you’re supposed to do warm up sketches every time you’re about to work on serious art when you’re fuckin twenty-five

I think one of the most profound forms of love is "I'll try that, for you. I may not like it, but I'll try it."

It's a confused middle-aged man in a pottery class, whose daughter is helping him with his clay's plasticity. It's a kid scrunching up their brow while listening to their mom's favorite music, trying to figure out why she likes it. It's a girlfriend who says "Yes, I'll go with you" and her girlfriend cheering and buying a second ticket for a con. It's a friend half dragging another friend through an aquarium, the one being dragged laughing and calling out "Wait, wait, I know we're here for the exhibit, but I haven't been here! Slow down!"

It's being willing to spend some of your time trying something new because it makes someone you love happy.

The truth is your fave will never be this cool and that is why you're all crying, vomiting and seething at this man's mere existence:

You know what I think is really cool about language (English in this case)? It’s the way you can express “I don’t know” without opening your mouth. All you have to do is hum a low note, a high note, then another lower note. The same goes for yes and no. Does anyone know what this is called?

And the black smoke rises From the fires, we've been told