#Decription and travel

[jammiedoggo]

Balto horror - Euthanized your kids (Both versions)

Description: A outbreak pandemic in Nome Alaska of children getting sick but worse a terrible weather that no transport can able to travel excepted one: sled dogs. It is rush against time to save them but a haunted message named smile appeared. The curse been actived from viewing. The alone outcasted wolfdog with grin came with euthasia inside the coffin on a sledge but there's no musher master and other huskies. Putting end to children suffering by euthanising is the only option left. (It's up to your imagination and interpretation to get fun with this spooky)

Another Decription: Bad news, the same incident has again but it's actually a Siberian husky and not a ordinary one but it's wolf hybrid. It is Balto from the animated film telling me to euthanised sick kid delivered euthanasia syringes by him. It's a wolf-husky said "Hold my Alaskan beer" to smile Nihon kens. Screw it, I spread the message to just avoid becoming Harold shipman (Dr death) and just to leave me alone. What could get worse towards me on this halloween season, what's next? Austrian painter (German dictator) appeared and torture me to death because I skipped holocaust while i'm on their "inferior" death list.

Journal: Another smile dog but this one is parody on the animated film balto with horror twist of instead of saving kids by delivering vaccine but instead it's balto delivering euthanisia inside the coffin. Yes i seen film the years ago on Netflix and learned about the serum run. I made two version, the film and real life balto. The original inspiration credit for the text is from Onlyhalfpigeon: https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1208975432/balto-vaccinate-your-kids-vinyl-sticker https://www.furaffinity.net/user/onlyhalfpigeon/

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If anyone a victim of domestic abuse, please seek SOS helpline when the oppuntuntity. It not your fault and don't worried if the police involved, ignore the anti police propaganda that it was said by the domestic abuser themselves. Domestic abuse Helpline:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_domestic_violence_hotlines RAINN: https://rainn.org/resources

If anyone has mental illness and PTSD, please seek help in theropy and medical. When trauma left unrecover can resolt in disaster, chance of responsablity and more insult to injury. You need to recover and come and spoke out about it. I don't want any victim became domestic abusers themselves.

Mental illness: Trevor project (LGBTQ+ help): https://www.thetrevorproject.org/ Samaritan: https://www.samaritans.org/

Helpline to report child abuse: https://www.childhelp.org/

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[friendlifyre]

anyway diluc is an ex royal guard captain who moved back to hateno to take over the family farm when his dad got killed and he became the richest man in town by using his real world experience to improve the business model. may or may not also sneak out at night to fight off monsters and keep them away from the town

childe is the eldest son of a large family all living under one roof in some isolated corner of hebra and he fell into a chasm when the upheaval happened, saw (and fought) some shit down there before making his way back to his family. now splits his time between looking after them and going off into the wilderness to find things to fight bc he physically cant keep himself out of trouble anymore

al-haitham is an orphan from kakariko who left the village in his teens to research ruins and history. he now mostly works at lookout landing as a record keeper bc its easy and cozy and hes good at it, but he is secretly the most knowledgeable runes and language expert in the land and will occasionally travel to pursue that interest or get hired to decript or teach stuff by the few people who know abt the extent of his talent.

kaveh is a renowned freelancing inventor and architect from lurelin who made a name for himself with his revolutionary style and being bold enough to travel to dangerous areas to conduct his projects. unfortunately has been falling on hard times recently due to the growing hudson monopoly, he doesnt approve of their dull and disjointed style but occasionally consults for them just to make ends meet. currently rooms with al-haitham at lookout landing in hopes of getting hired for smth that suits him better.

[renegade-is-in-my-blood]

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[ooksaidthelibrarian]

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[un-local]

"Heretical Practitioners"

Also of note, there's another hat outside of Rogier and Alberich's that mentions heresy in its decription.

Ranni's.

Snow Witch Hat Witch's pointed hat, frigid and frozen through. Of a style associated with practitioners of heretical sorcery. Strengthens cold sorcery. Once worn by the snowy crone who the young Ranni encountered deep in the woods. She was a witch, and well versed in cold sorceries. It is said that the doll that houses Ranni's soul was modeled after her. That old witch was Ranni's secret mentor.

Now, I do think "cold and heretical" can be pretty easily tied to the Mountaintops of the Giants. The Bloodthorn family comes to mind, but I'm not entirely sure that's what's being referenced.

Of possible interest here is the Sword of Night and Flame. From it, it sounds likely that other kinds of magic predate Bloodthorn/Abberant magic on the mountaintops:

Sword of Night and Flame: Storied sword and treasure of Caria Manor. One of the legendary armaments. Astrologers, who preceded the sorcerers, established themselves in mountaintops that nearly touched the sky, and considered the Fire Giants their neighbors.

Sorcerers of some kind have long-held ties there, and I'd presume that Ranni's mentor was one of these sorcerers who lived near the Fire Giants. (Or was otherwise a descendant of those sorcerers, since all we know is that Ranni found her in an unspecified forest.)

(Although... the sword mentions those who precede the Astrologers. Alberich's staff, which improves thorn sorcery, mentions those blinded by thorns finding the "blood star...")

(I don't know. Maybe this thorn sorcery mentor theory has something to stand on. Unsure. Anyway.)

Idk what my point here is, other than that I like that Rogier is linked to both Alberich and Ranni implictly via descriptions of their respective hats.

Alberich's Pointed Hat Mad Tongue Alberich's pointed hat, a sign of a heretical practitioner. Set with red glintstones said to be formed by the blood of sacrifices. Strengthens thorn sorcery.  Alberiches was an aloof yet disturbed heretical sorcerer said to have been driven mad by jeering tongues during his service to the Roundtable Hold long ago. 

Spellblade's Pointed Hat Glintstone sorcerer Rogier's traveling attire, graced with an intricate, aristocratic decoration. Strengthens glintstone sorcery skills. Rogier spent his entire life behaving with utter detachment. No one noticed the anger, grief, regret, or fear that existed along with it.

Alberich and Rogier had a lot of obvious similarities, which I've haphazardly outlined in the past, but Rogier and Ranni...

Godwyn's killer, and the one who would seek to save him. Both seek to better the world, in different ways. Consider Rogier's lines about Glintstone sorcery:

They were conceived at the great Academy of Raya Lucaria, to the north of this castle. In the past, they obeyed laws which contravened the Golden Order, or so I'm told. Fascinating, isn't it? That the Golden Order was pliable enough to absorb practices that contradicted itself in the past. With the Order broken, twisted, and in need of repair, such adaptability is more important now than ever.

His sounds more partial to the idea of salvaging the current order. Trying to “fix” the flaw in the Order created by Ranni’s plot.

I don't know. it's all fascinating to me. How The Lands Between treats people, how they seek to change it in turn.

Alberich served the Hold in some capacity, was ridiculed by its members, and so he turned on them.

Rogier lost the guidance of grace, but still seemed to be more favorable to the idea of sustaining the Order—of changing its form and using it's power to fix things.

Ranni was set to become a god, but she sought to rid the world of the whole thing in pursuit of something better.

Individual Revenge/Retribution (Alberich) vs. Structural Change (Rogier) vs Complete Redefinement (Ranni).

Anyway. No big closer on this one. Just a little thing I thought was cool.

[boombox-fuckboy]

5 Extremely Underrated Audio Drama: Sci-Fi edition

There's a ton of great sci-fi out there, and I'm sure a lot of you will have heard the popular pods; The Penumbra Podcast, Wolf 359, Girl in Space, The Strange Case of Starship Iris (if not, they're good, you should). While those are popular for good reason, there's a whole bunch of others that are just as good out there. Here are 5 absolutely quality podcasts who have recieved a mere fraction of the attention but given me just as much joy and entertainment.

Up to date as of 20th July 2022

Erraticus

"Three beings - one who is not a condemned criminal, one who is not a nerdy bomb enthusiast, and one who is not an artificial intelligence - end up on the same spaceship, travelling intentionally towards the edge of the solar system and unintentionally towards the center of an insidious scheme."

Erraticus is a space adventure following three fantastic and very different characters as they get drawn into a government conspiracy. 20-35 min episodes with an irregular release schedule (as the creators simply put them out when they are ready to, a decision I admire greatly), it drops information and worldbuilding at a satisfying pace. The character dynamics and banter are entertaining and amusing, the sfx are thorough and well-executed, and of course I have a soft spot for people living in computers. 9 episodes currently available.

Erraticus is available on major podcasting platforms and Spotify. No content warnings available, but transcripts are available on the website. You can also follow their Tumblr at @erraticuspodcast

InCo

"A Sci-Fi story about a disgruntled information seller, a mysterious space boy, and an android doing her best"

InCo follows a seemingly cool (usually stressed) interstellar information trader and her peppy android. Between the usual travels to unusual and wonderful worlds, things take a turn when they find a strange boy floating in space and become wrapped up in mystery and political intrigue. Fantastic space adventure and the product of a single person, who does all the voices, sound work, writing, etc, and they do such a great job that I thought it was a whole team at first. Stellar acting, worldbuilding, writing, a fun cast of characters. 3 seasons totalling 115 episodes of 5-10 mins each are currently available.

InCo is available on major podcasting platforms and on Spotify. Content warnings are available in each episode description, and transcripts of each episode are up on the website. You can also follow their tumblr at @itmeblog

Khôra Podcast

"The women from the tale of Jason and the golden fleece face space monsters, reality TV stars, and the sometimes benevolent, mostly dangerous Olympus Corp as they take on the quest to return the Fleece to Colchis. It’s got pirates, it’s got sentient spaceships, and it’s All About The Ladies! It’s also very queer."

Khôra Podcast follows four greek mythological women who deserved better (Atalanta, Echo, Medea, and Medusa) on a space adventure somewhere between adapted from and inspired by Greek mythology on a grand adventure. Outside of the mythology element, it is a great piece of standalone sci-fi content. The translation to the new context is satisfying too, and I'm very fond of all the characters. Decent soundwork, though mic quality does vary. 17 episodes of ~40 mins each currently available, and be sure to listen to the teasers first.

Khôra is available on major podcasting apps and on Spotify. Content warnings are available in each episode decription, and transcripts linked there as well. You can also follow their tumblr at @khorapodcast

Lost Terminal

"How do you learn to be human if there's no-one around to teach you? A sci-fi podcast following the journey of a little satellite trying to understand what has happened after Earth stops returning his calls."

Lost Terminal follows the logs and broadcasts of a sweet and lonely AI living in a space station as he tries to make sense of life and make new friends. Very wholesome, with an endearing cast, clean audio, and very nice original musical features. Lost Terminal also takes a thoughtful, respectful, and well researched look into mental health, anxiety, depression, DID, loneliness, obsession, and talks about all kinds of interesting topics like cloud seeding for rain, radio, climate change, orbital mechanics, plants, and D&D. Releases ~10-20 min episodes every week, with remarkably short breaks between seasons. 8 seasons of 10 episodes each with a 9th airing (83 total) currently available.

Lost Terminal is available on major podcast platforms and Spotify. No content warnings, but transcripts are available free on the Patreon. You can also follow their tumblr at @lostterminalpod

The Pasithea Powder

"On a faraway world, Captain Sophie Green is recovering from a war that ripped her planet apart and left her personal relationships for dead. Among the many atrocities committed on both sides was the invention of Pasithea Powder, a drug with memory altering properties. Thankfully, the drug has been eradicated and only a handful of scientists—now political prisoners—know how to recreate it. When Sophie sees one of those scientists walking free, she has no choice but to turn to an estranged friend for help."

I'm not going to provide any more summary than is provided above, because it tells you all you really need to know, but Pasithea is a standout piece of sci-fi, and does a fantastic job with both the concept and use of consequences to actions. Neat format, great writing, setup, framing, soundwork, and queer rep. Episodes run about 25-50 mins depending, but usually around 35 mins, and there are 24 so far.

The Pasithea Powder is available on major podcasting platforms and Spotify. Content warnings are available in each episode decription, and transcripts linked there as well. You can also follow their tumblr at @pasitheapowder

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[ecto-stone]

So I don’t really know that much about that my blood au you created could you tell me a bit about it?

Ha hah I Hope this is Edible

So My Blood Au is just Me dumping all the cool stuff i can think of into a DP what if Vlad is Good ^For Starter MB Vlad or Vladimir Jude Masters is a Paranormal investigater/ hunter/exocist in a sense. He seemingly Perfect in People eye, Not Really on the inside as he have many problem stem from living so long and going though alots of thing that he prefer not to talk about that he hide from People , go so far as to adjust his own emotion to what he find fit to the situration making him really hard to read. (Not Jack and Danielle, those are close enough 2 peel him like an onion if they sense something off). -Vlad And Danny are not same kind of Halfa in this AU, Vlad is Two soul (Half Blue Demon Vampire Ghost, Half Human twisted together and blend into one) and Danny is Soul within soul (Going though the accident give him two identical soul that over lapped each other) -Ghost are nerf and ecto beam and ecto Base attack can harm ghost but they can't harm Physical thing in living world Unless they are infuse with Core element same with Human entering Purgatory. -The world have 5 Realm: LivingWorld, Purgatory (GhostZone), Elsewhereness, Fairy Land and Unworld. +Going with the idea that originaly Vlad is supposed to be a vampire and many ghost in the series feel like they are more supernature creature then Ghost. Living world now have many Human and other Creature living among each other , hidden in plain sight +Purgatory: Where Ghost go and heal before they move onto Elsewhereness (Heaven in this verse) or Rebirth back to the living cycle. There are many area in Purgatory that fit human decription of after life look like , this is due to collective faith and ideal of many Ghost focus with each other to created these Resting stop. Incidentally like the living world these area are also watch over by being call King and Queen of the Death (Caretaker and protector of the Death soul, a being with incredible power capable of bending reality). Most well known one are the King Dark, Prince Argon and Princess Dora of the Dark Age Zone. Queen Desire of the thousand and one night. ect.. newest King of the death is Ghost Writer (library of the forgotten) but he prefer not be refer to as king, just Ghost writer. +Elsewhereness: The final resting Places of enternal Bliss. Once the Soul is ready to let go of all earthly desire, they are send here. Not much is known about this realm or it location. When a Soul reach enlightment it will automatically know where to find it. The realm also House many god. +Fairy Land: Home to care taker of the childhood inocent and many god that work to keep the universe running. Most common creature that live here is Fairy with two side one silly colorful side that appear to children to granted what ever their heart desire. The other is the Blue fortune side that Weaved the fabric of Luck and fate. +Unworld: A Dark realm with one way in no way out. It house many dangerous creature, ancient outer god and unspeakable Evil that have been banish to through age by god and human. >the Origin Story: +Vlad and Jack are Friend from Childhood (Their Bond are really tight kinda like Sworn Brother ) unlike their canon counter part meet in college. They Hunt Ghost but in more of a Release soul from their earthly bound kind of way via the info they get from the Masters Family Grilmore. (There is one major inconvience is that You need to wait for the correct day and time to perform ritual sending ghost back to purgatory so they can Move on to Elsewhereness/heaven of this verse ) +They Meet Maddie in college (Maddie and Vlad almost alway in a total clash with each other with Maddie tech almost Hunter like way in dealing with ghost and Vlad more traditional Way of Handling them) Which end with Three of them forming the Original Ghost Trio. With Maddie accept Vlad and Jack Respect the Death ideal. And Vlad and Jack incorperate More Technology into their Asset. +Maddie point out the inconvinient of having to wait for the correct day for each ghost to send them back to Purgatory (Their room are fill with

Container for ghost), Which lead to them comming up with the idea of Making a Ghost Portal. <Note: MB Vlad is not into Romantic relationship, Platonic one Matter to him more> >The Accident: No diet soda the Accident is purely due to one miscalculation that cost Vlad life (his Head got Blash Clean off infront of Jack and Maddie) In that Split Second of His face getting disintigrating, Vlad get a Glim into UnWorld (the Realm where are Demon and evil of the four realm are banish to) and Got Latched on and Pushed Back to the living world by a Demon Vampire Ghost Both Soul are now inhabited Vlad headless lifeless body, in Which about 3 day after Vlad burial that Vlad Body got completely decontructed inside the coffin and recontructed into a body that is more fitting to host both . Vlad have a hard time remembering Who he is after kinda get rebirth and Wander the world until he Get Suck into a Natural Ghost Portal and got Flunk Back in time. >Journey of an Immortal Being: -Vlad Stuck in the Past, He recovered his memories, Going through existenal crisis, Evil phase, Evil make me feel bad, Not Evil anymore, Found out that he is immortal now, Existenal crisis part2, Acceptance, Travel the World and Start doing the what ever he like, learning old way of magic still helping ghost and other supernatural being. -Caused several Major Change to the past that Mythical Creature got un extinct. (Due to the Law of life and death this does not affect who get born or not, it just that the world got alots more races now and those used to be born human in the original timeline might get born as another races entirely) -Get Mistaken for Messiah.( Look You can't kill Vlad, He would just be gone for like 3 day then comeback) -Caused the legend of Dracula. -Vampire cult have a horrible obession with Vlad as a Whole. Look like vampire act like one, can walk in plain day light and more importantly the ability to Open a Portal to Unworld . ( Vlad don't use this ability much and can only open small one as it is very energy consuming) -Meet his own ancestor Which is the Fentonightingale that Later Splited into Fenton and Nightingale (later change to Masters) leading to revealation that Jack and Him might be very distant Related. -Bickering With Time God (Do not trust the Clock Man that work for the Eyes) -Get Caught in War far too many time. -Meet Phantom (an odd entity that is oddly clingy to him) in the Great War. -Meet Other Some of the DP ghost when they still alive -The Horrible Bar incident that reveal Phantom true nature, an evil being that wish to turn the world back to it original nature of nothiness and try to turn vlad to the his side, Kill, Seal in Rock Case covered with Sigil to prevent Phantom from escape, Chuck it into the ocean. - The Contruction of the Coffin Ghost Portal. (Havent actually went into the Purgatory caused the CCP is one Way Portal. -Forming of many Hidden town that home supernatural being. Amity Park is one of them. - And many more unseen story >Daddy Stolen Ribbone saga (MB Vlad is sterile, he want to have kid but can't.) -The Vampire cult that he have grudge with attemp to Clone or at least created a child that have Vlad Power through ritual and cult like method. Imagine Danny Clone but even more mess up . -Vlad end the life of most of them by his own hand (they are suffering, it is best to let them go) -Birth of Danielle: +Danielle Evelyn Masters or just Dani/Dee for short is the only Stable child come out of this whole odeal. She is Created From Vlad Ribone like a Twisted Eve. And like in the book it caused both of them to be very attached to each other in a Fatherly Daughterly Way. +Dee Have Vlad Ghost power and Demonic Power but No ghost form (Her default funtion as both and whether she is in ghost mode or Human mode is all Up to energy control) and no connection to Unworld there for she can't open portal to Unworld. Dual Soul nature Wind/Fire.

+She like Frog and is interested in Marine biology (which Vlad have full support over, she have a room fill with Vlad hand made frog plusie that she all named. +He raise her teach her everything he know about how to deal with supernatural being and how to Snipe Vampire from a long distant with pin point accuracy.

+An kidnapped incident with the Vampire cult latter resulted in Dee Death at the age of 12 (1999), and Vlad becoming fully Merged into one Being with Plasmius. and wipe out the entire vampire cult in a horrible Vlad the impaler way). +After wiping out the remainder of the cult, vlad go into retirement and work as a wall Painter < he work supper fast on celling painting and no one know why> >The Boy Who Fly (2 year before the start of actual MB story) -Danny Gain his power at the age of 10, his parent know. The event of Portal acivation caused the whole town to have a black out. -They move House alots for 2 year. And Jack try his best to make his family as normal as they can be after accidenly k his friend all those year ago and now half eff his own son. -They finding out amity park their new home is on accident when the RV engine die mid way through the middle of no Where (The town shown it self to those in need) -Danny hide his abiltiy. But after a gym incident. and getting Praise by his peer for it instead of scold like with the adult Danny start getting bolder using Floating power around his new friend when no adult is watching. <Vlad who is Working on the Giant Raven paiting for the School Saw this and know imediately What Danny is> -They offically meet each other on the the roof top, when Danny mom ask him to go down the store and by some bread and he decided to try to Air Frog Swim to it. They become friend and Vlad even teach Danny how to fly properly before having to leave (they visit each other alots after the revealation, and vlad is a good adult friend that Danny can talk to) (Danno forgot about the bread and return home breadless) -Jack may stop with the whole Paranormal hunter/ghost scientist job but not Maddie. She keep doing it behind his back due to danny special need in ecto base consumtion (he havent grow abit since the accident and keep getting smaller and it concerning) -Jack found out and they have a Fight. which lead to Maddie go to his Sister house. -Danny Found out about why his dad was so stressed out about ghost thing now. When looking through his parent old stuff with his new friend tucker. (Dude why does your parent have a Picture of the wall painter in thier old junk). He show the image to Vlad. -Danny Get jack to tell the story about the inccident. Dad what if i tell you that Your friend who die 18 year ago survived and is on our front door right now. Reunion, Jack feeling guilty about making them both like this. Go Get Maddie. Happy reunion of the trio. -Fenton Parent become accepting to Danny condition, Danny have a good mentor that can teach him ho to control his power And they live happy ever after for now

[kendrixtermina]

Omg that was so helpful! Confirmed the 4 for sure but I do believe I have a strong 9 fix so that also really helped. Can I just ask the difference between infp 4 and ISFP 4

Hm. I wish I could think of a good example an ISFP 4 example right now.

ISFP might be a bit more competitive (esp. if w3) because of the sometimes 'aggressive' of Se, but there are also some rather unagressive ISFPs.

Ne tends to have a 'fantasy' vibe, Se is more gritty and realistic - this would definitely be salient.

In song lyrics sensors often describe very specific places & situations to create an aesthetic/atmosphere, whereas intuitives might work with metaphorical images or have no decriptions/particulars whatsoever, I presume something similar would be reflected.

The ISFP would probably cram more activities in their day & their chosen art form might involve using their hands more wheras Ne is more verbal. Maybe they do handicrafts, culpt, paint, or perform on stage. (but this isn't a strict division, there's probably some writing SPs and some stage-acting NPs)

They'd have slightly less (but still some) problems with the withdrawn type typical action inhibition but more problems with impulsive decisions.

General differences between Si/Ne and Ni/Se.

- Se/Ni ppl buy new clothes once in a while (Se gets bored of always the same ones) whereas Si/Ne ppl typically wear their clothes till they fall apart & replace them if needed

-Si users tend to remember physical/sensory details from their pasts; Ni users remember things more as a general "gist" than concrete details/images, but this isnt a 100% guaranteed rule

-Se/Ni peeps have an easy time getting activated/mobilized but a harder time getting into relaxed mode; Other way around for Ne/Si peeps

-Ne humor involves puns & references; Se humor tends to be more physical & slapstick.

-Si/Ne ppl are generally more reluctant to move to a completely different place & might be nostalgic for the place of their youth. Se/Ni ppl love travelling & don't have that same sentimentality (xSFP might romanticise going to different, new places instead) - this is less true for the inferiors some Se-infs are pretty inert and Si-infs can love travelling as well. (but still have some nostalgia)

General Sensor vs Intuitive Differences

-Imagine two lists of words. One has actual real-life words - the usual example is mundane objects like microwave ovens but it could also be interesting real objects like forest, animals, fast cars etc. The second list has nonsense words like "philosophy oven" or "sky fork".

-Sensors say the real objects because they know what those are & what they do, whereas the nonsese words are just nonsense. The intuitives are more interested in the nonsense words because they're new, and start to imagine what the nonsense word could be - Does a 'philosophy oven' perhaps represent the process of refining ideas until they are ready?

-As kids, intuitives might use any toy to represent anything (A doll could be a spray-can of fairy dust) whereas a for a sensor, a toy car will usually represent a car

-Sensors tend to assume that ppl who have done a task before know best how to do it. An intuitive, especially if young & foolish, might perhaps naively assume that their theoretical idea is just as good

-Si users learn by copying; Se users learn by doing. Intuitives learn by abstract explanations, so they might easily get the gist of a complicated topic but especially the NPs can have trouble applying it, keeping the steps straight etc. (school is kind of largely built for Si users, & Se users might have a tough time/ not see the value in "things they're never gonna use" , doesnt help that schools have cut out practical skills in favor of forcing everyone to go to college...)

-Sensors get locked into a context quickly whereas intuitives don't. If a sensor hears "she married a rock", they'll gather from the word "married" that the context is "relationships" & assume at once that "rock" here is metaphorical for an emotionally unaffectionate person - whereas your Ne user friend might ask - "wait, like metaphorical or like objectophilia?"

-One example involves a sensor husband asking his intuitive wife "What kind of car is this?" meaning "from which rental company", thinking this was clear from context. What does the wife answer? "A red one!"

-Since intuitives are not so focussed on sensing they might be absent minded, distracted from their surroundings, clumsy, or missing things in front of their eyes. personal space might be cluttered, minimalistic or bare. If someone has a really nicely decorated house or lots of flashy furniture they are likely to be a sensor. They rarely stop noticing or "tune it out" so they would want to be looking at nice surroundings. Some ISTx can be frugal/minimalistic but then usually they buy/like good quality products. So maybe this istj has 2 jackets but their good leather that feels nice & lasts them 20 years. Or you get an ISTP whose room is a mess but their computer has really nice speakers to better hear the video games.

[randomrosewrites]

Scorched by the sun

*Contains BNHA manga spoilers up to chapter 291*

Pairing: Hawks x gender netural reader

Word count: ~1700

He looks so small without his wings. Helpless. Without them, he seems younger than he actually is. It’s so hard to think that the person in your arms is a pro-hero, and not just some college student trying to pay off his student debt.

He’s still so young, and yet, he’s already had to decide between his life and the life of others.

Warnings/ tags: BNHA manga spoilers *Up to chapter 291*, angst, brief instance of a panic attack, decription of Hawks’ injuries, angst and fluff, reader is a pro-hero 

a/n: I needed to get my feelings out about Hawks in the latest chapter so take this (with better medical treatment because why the fuck would you lay an unconscious person face down?) Also, the reader’s relationship with Hawks is never specified

Read it also on my ao3!

WARNING: This work has BNHA manga spoilers up to chapter 291 

Everything is in chaos. 

People are screaming, multiple sirens wail in the distance, and the smell of smoke clings to the air, even with how far away you are from the battlefield. There’s this persistent urgency that spreads like a plague from person to person, making your nerves jolt with electricity. 

“Bring only what’s essential and light enough for you to carry!” you shout, directing a wave of people further away from the evacuated area. “Leave behind anything heavy or non-essential!”

Boom! An explosion a few blocks down makes the ground shake so much you have to put a hand out and steady yourself. You grit your teeth and regain your balance. That was the closest one yet and they’re just getting closer. 

Things aren’t looking great for the heroes. Even though you’re on their side, that doesn’t mean you don’t agree with what they’re doing. 

You never agreed with the world the Hero Public Safety Commission strived to enforce. One where heroes were expected to always triumph, where they never lost, where they were always pure of heart. Just listening to that gobbldy-gook being ranted about everywhere you went was enough to make you roll your eyes. 

No, you aren’t on the side of heroes to hold up the ideals of the commission. You’re only one reason why you’re on the side of the heroes. Specifically, one person. 

That’s when you hear it on the radio. 

‘H - kws i-s….d...own...out...figh…’

Your heartbeat pounds in your chest. You press the bud deeper into your ear, moving to get a better reception. 

‘H...awks….is...Hawks is down and unable to fight. I repeat Hawks is down and unable to fight!’

Your blood turns to ice. 

You don’t think, you just move. You take off, sprinting in the opposite direction of those evacuating. One of the on-duty heroes calls your name, you don’t hear them. 

You shouldn’t be doing this - you know you shouldn’t - but you can’t help yourself. 

The radio crackles in your ear. “ Y/N, hold your position!”

“Where is he?” you bark into it. 

“That’s not-”

“Where is he!?” 

The person on the other end sighs. “The temporary med camp by the rear guard - don’t! -”

You tug the bud out of your ear, letting it bang against your shoulder as you run.

Please don’t be dead, please be ok. You pray, forcing yourself to sprint faster.    

---

You go as fast as you can, but it still takes you a while to each the medical camp the person on the radio was talking about. 

Located behind the last line of defense, the place is a chaotic, frantic mess. Broken trees are snapped in half and lying on the ground, rubble is strewn across the camp and some white, medical tents have collapsed on themselves, temporary beams propped up haphazardly to keep them from falling completely.

Doctors and nurses run around, tending to the wounded, giving out blankets, or passing along bottles of water and first aid kits. The wounded lie on blankets spread out on the ground, wherever space is available. The place reeks of disinfectant and blood, making your nose curl. 

You pass, ten, twenty, and even thirty wounded. They’re bloody, pale, writhing in agony or clenching their teeth as cold sweat pours from their face. The knot in your stomach only worms itself tighter with each person you pass. 

Then you spot him. 

Near the end of the camp, lying on his stomach, covered in bandages from the waist up.

Hawks. 

Or a figment of what used to be Hawks, the number two pro-hero. There’s no sign of his beautiful, large, red wings, only little bandaged humps where the stumps would be. His hair is tousled, singed at the edges and spread upon the pillow like a halo. 

Tokoyami is beside him, eyes wide when he notices you. “Y/N!”

“Oh,-” the cogs in your brain turn and you rush forward. “Oh my god. Jesus, Tokoyami, why is he on his front?!” 

Don’t cry. You tell yourself. Don’t cry and don’t panic.

You kneel beside him going to touch Hawks before you pause. You know it’s bad to move people that are injured. “Is his neck injured? Why is he on his front? He shouldn’t be on his front! You could cut off his airway!” Fuck it, bad or not, you’ll take it over Hawks suffocating. Being as gentle as you can, you gently roll Hawks onto his side. His body is limp as you do it - he’s unconscious. 

���I- I didn’t know,” Tokoyami splutters. “There’s been so much going on and there’s not enough doctors and-” he cuts off, choking on his own words.

Fuck. The poor kid is terrified and looks to be on the verge of tears. You take a breath, putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, look at me.” 

He lifts his eyes to meet yours. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I shouldn’t have done that. I was panicking, and not thinking straight.” You shouldn’t have even moved Hawks without knowing how severely he was injured. “Deep breaths. Slow. Ok? Here, breathe with me.” 

The two of you take breaths together. As you do, your eyes travel to Hawks. Relief floods you when you see his chest rise and fall slowly.  He’s breathing. 

You breathe in silence. You don’t want to say ‘Everything is gonna be ok’ or give some sort of false reassurances to Tokoyami, because will it? You don’t know.

Once you’ve both calmed down, you ask him, “Can you tell me how he’s doing?”

“He’s badly burned.” Tokoyami starts. “I tried to stop it as best as I could but…”

You clutch Hawks tighter. “Who?”

“Dabi.”

You growl. That bastard who’d been ranting on the television just as you had almost reached the camp. Among his speech, he’d made a few stabs at Hawks, claiming he was a violent person and revealing to the world how he murdered a villain in ‘cold blood’. 

Your fingers tighten. Hawks killed someone, in cold-blood or not. It’s a hard but true pill you need to swallow. 

Despite that, you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around Hawks and hold onto him for dear life. The only thing stopping you from doing that is the fear of aggravating his injuries further. You settle for combing your fingers through his hair. What would normally feel soft and healthy now feels like dry straw between your fingers. 

Just how badly was he burned?

“I asked Hawks what to do and he told me to run, so I grabbed him and ran as fast as I could,” Tokoyami continues. “We got here less than an hour ago.”

You look down at Hawks, where the little patches of bandages don’t cover his face. The skin is an angry shade of red, stretching up his neck and his face. “Is it...bad?”

“He’s stable, but he’s in rough shape. He hit his head as I was trying to get us back and he’s been unconscious since then.”

You brave yourself for the thing you’re most nervous about. “How about his wings?” you ask breathlessly. 

“...There’s barely anything left. The doctor’s don’t know if they can be saved at all.” Tokoyami pauses, biting his lip. “I wonder, if I’d been faster-”

“Hey. No,” you interrupt him. “Don’t start that. You did amazing, Tokoyami.” You pull him into a tight hug with one arm, nails digging into his back and tears pricking your eyes. “Thank you, thank you so much for saving him. Thank you for keeping him alive.”

Toyokyami slowly wraps his arms around you, squeezing tightly and sniffling. Dark shadow pops out from under his cloak and wraps around the two of you. You hold each other like that for a while, letting the moment soak in.

When you finally release Tokoyami, you’ve both got tears in your eyes. He hands you a handkerchief and you gratefully use it to wipe your eyes. 

A sudden roar shakes the air and ground, reminding you of your situation. You both look in the direction of it and grimace. The fight’s not over. 

Tokoyami turns back to you, face serious once more. “Can you watch over Hawks? I’m gonna go see what I can do to help.” 

“No,” you say firmly. “Tokoyami, you’re exhausted. Dark Shadow’s lost most of his strength too.” He seems unconvinced, so you keep going. “If you push your limits, you’ll get yourself or someone else killed.” 

He hesitates, brow furrowing. 

You sigh. “Look, I got Hawks. Just...stay here and get some rest, ok?” 

Even with his quirk, he’s still just a kid. His biggest concern should be studying for a test or figuring out where to eat for supper. Not worrying about society falling apart or having to die on the battlefield. 

“Ok…” Tokoyami relents. “I will.”

He heads off into one of the tents, supposedly to get a bit of rest in the dark.  

In your arms, Hawks twitches in his unconscious slumber. Your attention turns back to him and you rub a hand over his hair, shushing him.

“It’s alright,” you coo. “I’m here.” 

He looks so small without his wings. Helpless. Without them, he seems younger than he actually is. It’s so hard to think that the person in your arms is a pro-hero, and not just some college student trying to pay off his student debt.

He’s still so young, and yet, he’s already had to decide between his life and the life of others.

Slow small tears leak from your eyes. You let them fall, curling around Hawks’ fragile form. 

Fuck. You’re feeling so much right now. Both relieved that he’s ok and upset with how much he’s injured. 

But more importantly, you’re so glad he’s alive. So, so so glad. 

You kiss the crown of his hair. He smells heavily of smoke, and you’re heart breaks at the thought of how painful his fight must have been, how scared he must have been. 

“I’ve got you,” you whisper, clutching him tightly “I’ve got you and I’m not letting you go.” 

You don’t know what Hawks’ future will hold. You don’t know how hard his recovery will be. You don’t know what will happen when he wakes up to his entire life being shattered before his very eyes. You don’t know if he’ll have the strength to piece the broken shards of it back together. 

You don’t know what will happen. But for now, you hold him close, staying by his side until he does open his eyes. 

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stellars: 12

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“Mars,” a soft voice with a rushed undertone starts to fill her ears, “Mars, come on, wake up.” The voice grows louder, and so the owner of it comes closer. Mars can already recognise who it is, but she feels groggy from the dream? nightmare? memory? she just had, and can’t quite will herself to get up. “Wake up, Mars, we have to go.”

“Where?” She mumbles in response, starting to blink her eyes open and taking in her surroundings. The careful, soft features of Newt’s face come into her view, stretching out bigger and bigger like in a cinema, and she finds him looking down at her. She smiles, but the worried look on his face makes her smile drop almost immediately. As soon as he realises she’s awake, Newt takes both of her hands in his and helps her raise up on her feet. Mars wobbles, still partly asleep, but finds herself somehow stable on her feet.

“Come on, come on, let’s go,” Newt ushers and is then leading her towards an open door. Oh, they’re still in the helicopter. It’s dark and loud outside, as Mars discovers, sand is still flying in every direction, men are shouting all around them, the helicopter blades are whirring above them, creating even more wind. Newt helps her land in the sand-covered ground after plopping down himself, and Mars’ feet meet with the rough surface of the sand.

“This way, this way!” A man next to them shouts, and Newt drags Mars with him to follow the man. As Mars runs and looks towards where they’re going, her jaw almost drops open in awe. A huge facility, probably two hundred stories high, stretches upwards and to the sides in front of them. Bright lights from projectors are shining down on them, and she sees an open door, one that looks like it could belong to a garage, that the man is leading them to. She can’t quite see what’s inside it, and suddenly doubts everything they’re doing, especially following this man.

Mars remembers the weird vision she had in her sleep, and her mind and eyes go absent from the reality she’s in. She travels back to, perhaps the past, as she goes over what happened in it, what she saw. A man named Jansen, electrocuting, pain, questions. Torture. Demanding her real name. What does that all mean? Who exactly was the annoying Jansen guy?

“Cranks!” A man shouts outside in anguish before the loud noise of falling bullets fills the air. Mars winces and holds her hands over her ears.

“Inside, quick!” The man ushers Newt and Mars through the open door, as well as the others joining them quickly after. Minho, Winston, Frypan, Teresa. The only one missing is Thomas. Mars doesn’t even look around the building they’re in because she turns around to look through the door in search of Thomas. He’s already running towards her, and pushes through the door at the last minute, crashing into Mars and almost sending both of them to the floor immediately.

“Woah!” Thomas says, holding Mars steady. But as he looks at her, the sight around them he sees through the corner of his eye catches his attention completely. He looks away from Mars, and his grip on her shoulders fades away until his hands drop by his sides. Mars follows Thomas’ gaze and finds herself in the same terrified awe and confusion as Thomas finds himself.

The inside of the building looks like a factory. Men working in every corner of the huge room, you could say, because the room is of huge size, sparks flying, industrial noises and conversations coming from everywhere. The sound of the whirring doors closing stopped when Thomas came inside last, and the environment feels so casual that Mars forgets the apocalyptic look of the outside world for a few seconds. She doesn’t know what the men are building, but they’re definitely building something. They’re focused and don’t look down at the gladers, even though they arrived with quite the fiesta—shouts and screams and gunshots from outside—they just keep working.

“Hey, kids,” a hispanic male approaches the group of gladers, and all their gazes drop from craning their necks to see the whole of the facility to face the man. He seems to be in a rush. Mars notes down that the man has a genuine kind expression on his face, “follow me, please. Quickly.” The guard nods, a smile crossing his face before he turns around and jogs in the direction he came from. The gladers look between each other before Thomas starts leading them after the man. Newt, Minho and Mars are right behind him, though Minho walks just next to Thomas. Two other guards jog behind the gladers. Mars looks up at Newt and their eyes lock just as their hands intertwine between them. Where are they going?

The guard leads them to a door and rushes them inside, shouting for them to hurry. Then the door shuts fast and hard, right in Thomas' face. Mars turns to look at Thomas. He starts to bang against the door, and Mars guesses he must feel claustrophobic to some extent. “Hey, let us out!” He shouts, but no answer comes. Mars turns back around to face the rest of the room, and the silence that's fallen between the gladers diverts Thomas' attention from being shut in. He turns around, too, and steps to the front of his friends.

They're in a big room that looks like one used for storage - tables, fishnets, old furniture and piles of different things fill every corner of the room and inch of the floor. On the table in the middle of the room, however, lays a godly amount of food. Chicken, potatoes, vegetables, salads, desserts. Frypan’s eyes widen in joyous realisation. “For us?” He asks, looking around at his friends.

The gladers carefully step towards the table and they take it all in. Mars didn’t realise how hungry she was until she now sees all this before her. How long has it been since they ate something, since she ate last? She has no feeling of time, so it could be hours and it could be days. There are few seconds the gladers spend ogling the feast before they dive into it all at once, like animals. Mars doesn't know what to eat first, or what to eat at all, so she just grabs whatever is nearest to her and untouched.

The gladers find themselves smiling, and later even laughing, as they feast on all the food like they never have before. It's not like they haven't eaten in their lives ever, but they sure act like it. Food this plenty, and this much, has never been at their disposal, and it's free for them to eat now. Just for them. “This is better than Frypan's slab,” Winston says with a mouth full of food stretched into a wide grin, and makes his friends laugh. Frypan doesn't hesitate to throw some rice at Winston's head, which only makes the gladers laugh even harder. Mars can't remember a happier moment in her life.

After they finish eating, the gladers feel very much tired and in need of rest. Newt with his hurting limp takes a pile of filled bags--filled with what, he doesn't know and doesn't care--as his place to sit, it almost makes do as a lounge chair. Thomas sits across him, leans with his back against a shelf, and crosses his legs. Teresa just sits on the floor next to the food tables while Mars makes herself comfy on one of the couches by the table. Minho, Winston and Frypan sit at the table, their backs against its sides. The other two boys Mars can’t quite place the names of sit on the floor close by, their backs against some mysterious boxes.

Questions, doubts, guesses and memories echo throughout the gladers' skulls on repeat, turning their brains into tornados of confusion. What is this place? Who are these people? Why did they rescue them? Did they rescue them? Are they the good guys? Is the world really like this now? Was the lady on the screen telling the truth? What are ‘cranks’? Is the virus really incurable? What happened to the gladers who stayed behind in the Glade?

“Since no one wants to start,” Minho says with his mouth partly full still, “I will. Where the hell are we?” His voice makes him sound a bit ticked off.

“Minho, none of us know that,” Newt responds, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Mars watches the boys carefully, “none of you have been here, correct?” He looks around the room and is met with everyone shaking their head. Was worth a try.

“This place looks sorta new, anyway,” Frypan says, shrugging, “look, they gave us food, whoever those people are. Good food, real food. Whoever they are, they can cook.”

“And shelter.” Newt points out. Everyone falls silent again, but Newt and Minho look to Thomas, as though he might have answers. Speculations. Leads. Or a clearer image of everything that’s happening. But Thomas stares blankly ahead of himself, not uttering a word. Mars grows worried about him. What if he’s become catatonic? No wonder, after such shocking events.

“Do you guys think…” she gulps down a bite of her sandwich before speaking further, and finds her voice smaller than she expected, but as small as she feels herself currently. She can’t shake the feelings from the memory dream, “do you think that’s the world out there? Just sand and… empty buildings?” She looks around at her friends.

“If the doctor lady was right,” Minho shrugs, “yeah.” Mars sighs.

“Maybe not the whole world.” Winston suggests. “Just most of it.” He says in a quieter voice.

“I think she was right,” Teresa says from her place on the floor, “I think she was telling the truth.”

“So the virus is real…” Mars deducts, and her friends look at her, different emotions and attitudes shown in their faces, “sorry, I just… with all that she said—and because she said it—I just don’t know what or who to trust anymore.” She admits with a shrug. “All that she said might be a lie, a—another test to see how we’d react.” Mars points out and then looks shyly into her lap. The gladers turn their eyes away from her, because they don’t want her to feel watched. And she also voiced their exact feelings as of right now, so they have something to think about. She said what they all had grasped at, but didn’t really want to think true.

“I think so, too,” Newt breaks the silence first, and looks to Mars, offering her a kind look, but no smile on his face. She does smile gently back at him, though. She feels heard by him, “hardly can believe anything’s real right now. If the food was any better, I would think I’ve fully gone mental.” He admits, and for some reason, his words send the gladers into a fit of laughter. Even Thomas smiles softly, Mars notices as she holds her stomach from laughing. Newt laughs with them, though shyly, looking down at his hands. He was serious, but he’s glad he’s made his friends lighten up. “I don’t know…” he says quietly, “this might be too good to be true, but I think we should focus on the good part.” He admits, shrugging. And he looks at Thomas again, and finds him looking straight back. “For now.” Thomas nods, but Newt can see doubt behind his eyes. Some sort of hesitance to believe all this, these people, this place. But Newt sticks to his own.

The storage room’s door swings open, and the man who steps through it, with guards behind his back, shocks Mars to her very core. She’s the first to scramble to her feet, though all she wants to do is curl up deeper into the sofa, curl so far in it that it swallows her, just so she wouldn’t have to face the man, wouldn’t have to face the terror he brings with him. The man from her memory dream. Rat-Man. Assistant Director. Security Director. Jansen.

Newt and Thomas look at Mars warily, and notice that all her movements seem to be frozen in place after she stands up, they notice the panicked expression on her face. The boys exchange a look and then stand up on their own to face the man who came through. The others get up soon after them, too, and suspiciously eye the man. Newt and Thomas approach Mars and the blonde boy puts a hand on her shoulder, wanting to bring her out of her trance of terror. He looks into her eyes, searches them. But her eyes are stuck on the man. And without a doubt, she knows he’s noticed that. Rat-Man tries to avoid her gaze.

“You kids doing all right?” He asks, more rhetorically, as the answer is too obvious to voice. But they don’t answer him, suspicious of the man. Thomas and Newt more so than others, after seeing Mars’ reaction to him. “Sorry about all the fuss. We had ourselves… a bit of a swarm.” Jansen tries to put on a smile, but fails miserably as his face merely stretches into a ratty smirk.

“Who are you?” Thomas, now standing at the front of his friend group and closest to the man, asks.

“I’m the reason you’re all still alive,” Jansen answers in a boastful tone. Mars looks away from him, remembering her memory, “and it’s my intention to keep you that way.” He assures, and specifically looks at Mars as he speaks the ladder half of that sentence. A knowing look crosses his eyes, but Mars looks away again, curling herself into Newt’s side. “Now, come with me. We’ll get you kids squared away.” Jansen says and leads them out of the room. But the group follows only after a few beats. Thomas looks over his shoulder at Mars.

“Mars, do you know him?” He asks her in a whisper, and she looks at Thomas with frantic eyes. She’d rather not follow Jansen. “Have you seen him before?” Thomas presses. Mars’ lip trembles, and she finds herself unable to speak. So she nods instead. The gladers look between themselves and Mars looks down at her feet, ashamed in some way. Newt pulls her to him again, holding one arm around her waist, his other hand gently touching the back of her head. Thomas decides to follow the man after all and his friends follow behind. He’s not sure whether to trust him right now, and the odds of doing it are not in Jansen’s favor. Thomas trusts Mars, he trusts her memories, whatever they are. But they can take a chance on this guy, on this place. Right?

“You can call me Mr Jansen,” the man says as he walks the kids through the busy workplace of this facility. Mars just got her confirmation that her memory dream was actually a real, true memory dream. “I run this place. For us it is a sanctuary, safe from the horrors of the outside world.” Jansen’s voice is heavy as he says the words, but immediately changes on the next sentence. “You all should think of it as a wait station.” He says just as the group walk under an especially busy part of the facility, sparks flying everywhere, making Newt and Mars duck their heads to the side. Mars is trembling all the while, Newt can feel that. “Kind of a… home between homes.”

“That means you’re taking us home?” Thomas wants to clarify, rejoicing at the word. Whatever and wherever home means right now. Jansen tilts his head to the side.

“A home… of sorts.” He says, and with those words Thomas starts to not trust the guy even more. “Well, there isn’t much left of wherever you came from.” Newt’s heart drops. He might not be telling the entire truth, but Newt likes to keep an open mind, he always does. “But we do have a new place for you.” Jansen assures. “A refuge, outside the Scorch, where WICKED will never find you again.” Mars would look around the place they’re in, take in every detail as her friends are doing, but the presence and words of Jansen are all she can focus on, and the waiting station floats by her invisibly. “How does that sound?” Jansen turns around momentarily to look at the kids, something similar to a smile now on his face. No one responds.

“Why are you helping us?” Thomas asks quietly, squinting his eyes at the man. Jansen’s smile drops.

“Let’s just say the world out there is in a rather… precarious situation.” He responds, not exactly answering Thomas’ question. “We’re all hanging on by a very thin thread. The fact that you kids can survive the Flare virus… makes you the best chance of humanity’s survival. What’s left of them, anyway. Unfortunately, it also makes you a target, as no doubt by now you’ve discovered.” Jansen sighs and turns around to face the group. He’s led them to a furnished light grey metal door with a window, and with a flick of some small card at the side of it, the door slides upwards, opening a hallway to the gladers. “Here lies the beginning of your new lives.” Jansen clasps his hands together. “First things first… let’s do something about that smell.” He suggests with a sarcastic grin and turns around again to lead the gladers down the fresh hallway.

Mars didn’t realise she and her friends had been left unshowered for such a long time that their body odor would be apparent to anyone walking by. They didn’t shower in the Glade at all. The water they had was from the sinks in the kitchen and the taps by the Gardens. How long has it been since she’s had a shower? Days, weeks, months? As far as she remembers, she was sent up to the Glade pretty fresh, no smell, no stains of any sort. Maybe the people who sent them there, WICKED, made her shower before she went up there? Who the hell knows now.

“Right!” Jansen stops at some point in the long hallway that took the gladers down turns left and right, no doubt going deeper into the facility, and he points to a door to their right. “Ladies, just right through here.” He looks at Teresa and Mars after he opens the door for them. Mars gives a faltering glance to Newt before stepping away from him and letting go of his hand. He watches Mars as she disappears with Teresa through the door, and he gulps. He still doesn’t fully trust this place, even if he lets his friends think otherwise, even if he doesn’t know if the people who run it are untrustworthy. Thomas follows his worried glance at the girls and grows anxious himself. “No need to worry, these are the shower rooms. Clothes and towels will be provided, lockers are full of them, so choose those for your liking. We’ll come and collect you in thirty minutes.” Jansen says and the door swings shut slowly. “Now, boys, to the left here…” Jansen’s voice fades away, and the girls discover the great sound isolation these doors and walls provide. They can’t hear any next words that Janson says to the boys, and they’re enveloped in complete silence. Their quiet, nervous breaths are bounce off the walls like ghostly whispers.

Teresa and Mars stand alone in a lamp-lit room full of lockers and benches. They look around, Mars crosses her arms over her chest as she takes in the room. No one here but them. Complete silence. The colours of the room are bland, different shades of grey and blue, with accents of white. It has the feel and smell of a hospital, Mars deducts. Sterile. Clean. Fresh. She notices a doorway to their right and nods at Teresa towards it. They walk through it and see rows of shower stalls. Mars sighs. So he wasn’t lying about the showers. But she still can’t shake her memory of the Security Director.

Not even while she lets hot water drop onto her bare skin, filling her up with such warmth that only Newt’s hold might be able to compete with. The violence in Jansen’s eyes she saw, his temper, the things he said to her. Mars crouches down on the slippery shower floor, her back against the wall and her knees pulled up to her chest. Droplets of water fall onto her face, onto her eyebrows and eyelashes and lips. The water is tasteless, bland, like the room.

“You’re no use to us anymore, anyway.”

“Mars is not your name. Mars is the name of one of the planets in the Solar System.”

How does he know that? Why would he try to convince her otherwise? Does he know the name she was born with? Where is he from? Maybe Jansen isn’t even his real name? Why is he helping them? Why was he torturing her? How did he have so little heart to smash a kid’s face into a table and electrocute her for hours? Does he work for WICKED?

More and more, as she sits in the shower, and as she finishes cleaning up and is now wrapping a towel around herself, Mars misses Newt. She’s been separated from him for only what—fifteen minutes?—and she feels him missing from her terribly. The warmth his hold gives her is far more better than the shower water, even if it’s the hottest degree. Mars walks slowly through the doorway, Teresa still showering at the end of the room, and sighs as she enters the locker room. There’s so many lockers to choose from.

Mars counts from one to seventeen—which, she feels, is her age—and opens the locker that falls on that last number. It has a small key in its lock, and Mars turns it, swinging the metal blue door open towards her. It reveals a neat pile of different articles of clothing. Bras—the regular ones and sporty ones—, underwear, sweaters, shirts, jackets, joggers, jeans, leggings. She bites her lip, her eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed over her chest as she stares at the clothes and tries to decide which ones to wear. She is very much indecisive, as she discovers.

She’s been so caught up in doubts about Jansen, about this place, about WICKED, about the events of the last twenty-four hours that she hasn’t even registered her own nakedness. Her brain hasn’t caught up to the fact that she’s had to take off her clothes and see herself without them for the first time. But more important tasks, so to say, lay heavy on her heart than some thoughts of her body or how it looks. She’s indifferent about being bare, about how it makes her feel. She feels... bland herself.

After laying out every piece of clothing and looking at it intently, Mars chooses what she guesses is a regular grey bra, a piece of underwear, of course, a small, white tank top, grey joggers that look both casual and very dressed-down, a lighter grey, hoodless sweater and pastel blue socks. There are also shoes in the upper compartment of the locker, Mars discovers after she finishes getting dressed, and she looks at them. There is an option of boots, and there is an option of sporty-type of sneakers. She chooses those, finding the boots too heavy for her liking, and puts them on, tying the laces afterwards. What would she needs boots in here for, anyway?

Teresa comes out of the showers and Mars gives her some space to get dressed alone, heading over to the next isle of lockers. She sighs, pressing her back and head against the wall. She looks up, and sees only lamps. No windows in the walls, no telling of the weather or time of day outside this place. It feels suffocating. Mars can only imagine the boys’ happiness about the chance to shower, having been in the Glade much longer than herself or Teresa, and she allows herself a smile at the thought of happy, smiling Newt. That image gives her hope. Maybe things will turn for the better.

But the sour memory about Jansen reminds her that they might just not. Mars shuts her eyes, replaying her dream, so long as it doesn’t fade from her memory. The interrogation. The torture. The electricity, the pain, the violence, the harshness on her. She’s just a girl, no doubt younger in that memory than she is now. What was she doing with Jansen? Was that in a WICKED facility?

“Mars,” comes a quiet call in Teresa’s voice and Mars turns her head in Teresa’s direction, though stays in her place in the other isle, “how do you know that man?” She asks, and Mars can hear genuine curiosity in the girl’s voice. Mars huffs and turns her head back to look again at the ceiling covered with rows of lamps.

“I saw him,” Mars answers, “I saw him in a memory dream I had.”

“Memory dream?” Teresa echoes. Mars sighs quietly. She realises that she’s used that word combination only with Thomas and Newt. Its meaning might not be as obvious to others.

“Yeah, like,” she gulps before continuing, “I’m supposed to be dreaming while I’m asleep, right? But I see memories instead.” Mars explains. “Memory dream.” She adds afterwards quietly, saying it more to herself than Teresa.

“You can… come back now. I’m done,” Teresa informs her, and Mars slowly walks back to their shared locker isle. She sees Teresa having chosen jeans, a dark blue shirt and a lighter blue cardigan, and boots. Whatever for? She puts the thought away. Mars stuffs her hands into the pockets of her own pants and stands by the wall awkwardly, pursing her lips once in a while.

“You look… nice,” she tells Teresa and offers her a smile as well. Teresa returns a shy one and tucks her shining black hair behind her ears as her stellar eyes look at and around Mars.

“Thanks. You do, too,” she tells Mars, but she only nods in response. She realises she’s not good with compliments, mostly receiving them, she feels so awkward and out of place at Teresa’s small, kind words, “what did you see about the man, Jansen? What do you remember about him?” Teresa inquires, not able to hide her curiosity. Mars sighs quietly again and looks down to her feet, to the floor. She spends a few moments trying to gather her thoughts to answer Teresa’s question, and she goes over the memory again as she does so. But when she looks back at Teresa, finally having a clear and thought-out answer, with tears shining in her eyes, the door of the locker room swings open. Both girls look towards it.

And there he is. Mars glances at Teresa quickly before wiping away her tears, though new ones come, and she fearfully looks towards the man. “Time’s up, girls,” Jansen announces and stands by the open door so the girls can step through it and back into the hallway. He gives Mars a lasting glance as she walks past him, and she avoids his eyes, even though she feels his gaze on herself. Mars and Teresa are met with the boys again in the hallway, dressed all nice, in similar clothes to the girls’, looking all clean, spic and span. Mars finds Newt leaning against the wall with Thomas and Minho, and the ladder nods towards Mars once he sees her. She gives him a slight smile, “now, let’s get you kids checked out.” Jansen clasps his hands together again and leads the group of gladers further down the hallway.

Newt joins Mars at the end of their trail, and they walk beside each other without uttering any words for the first few moments. Mars sees Teresa walking by Thomas’ side and saying something to him, then glancing back at her. But Mars avoids both of their gazes and uses the chance to look up at Newt instead. He has a gentle smile playing on his lips, and she can’t avoid smiling wider back at him now. She gives in. “You cleaned up well,” she tells him in a quiet voice, and Newt chuckles, “except… I don’t like your hair like this.” She gives him a playful frown, and Newt snorts.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” He asks and adjusts it on purpose. Mars grins.

“Too neat, too clean.” She tells him right before reaching her hand up and ruffling the blond waves. Newt laughs at her doing so, and takes a gentle hold of her wrist.

“No, no, don’t ruin it!” He exclaims, and tries to get his hair back in order. “I put it so just for you.” He whines, and Mars has no choice but to laugh at that remark. She wiggles her hand out of his grasp and ruffles his hair again. She tries to mess it up even more this time.

“For me?” She laughs. “Then you don’t know me well enough.” Mars says and nudges Newt’s side with her elbow. He laughs, but lets the hair be.

“Course I don’t,” he responds, “but point taken.” Newt decides and puts his arm around Mars’ shoulders for the millionth time. “It’s not my hair if it isn’t a bit messy, right?” Newt looks down at her, feels her hand on his on her shoulder, and smiles wider. Mars blushes and looks down to hide it, though a smile plays on her lips, as well. Newt loves to see her like this, loves to feel her touch on him.

“Yup,” she musters through her flustered state, “don’t ever try to comb it, or I will no longer be friends with you, Newt.” Mars tells him, butting her elbow into his side again. Gently, though. Newt just laughs and tickles her side, making Mars yelp out and almost squirm completely away from him. For a second, she forgets the world around her, and the terrible conditions of it. She forgets about the outside weather, she forgets about Jansen. “I mean it!” She assures Newt, and he finally nods, retrieving his tickling hand and sliding it into the pocket of his pants instead.

They walk in silence for a bit, following Jansen down the same old boring, bland corridor, still. Only interesting or at least out-of-the-ordinary thing are the unevenly placed doors on each side of the hallway every once in a while. None of them have numbers or titles on them, no plaques she could tell the rooms’ purpose from. It’s like this whole place is anonymous, or secret, no title, no numbers, nothing. As if it’s hiding something. Or Jansen is.

“You look very… pretty,” Newt whispers in Mars’ ear. She can’t stop the shivers that run down her back from those words, and she blushes again. He squeezes her hand, taking the silence from her as gratitude. But Mars grins.

“Only now that I’ve showered and dressed up?” She asks teasingly, looking up at him with mischievous eyes. Newt rolls his own and then stares ahead of him. He responds with a head shake.

“You’ll always find a way to embarrass me, huh?” The tone of disbelief in his voice is thick, and now it’s Mars’ turn to chuckle.

“I’m kidding,” she says then, patting his hand, “I’m trying to say thanks. I’m not good with compliments,” Mars explains the last part in a quiet voice. Newt smiles down at her again. And then he wonders why and how she’s not good with compliments. He wishes she would be, because he’s willing to smother her in tons of those. And then his mind drifts to her possible anxieties, and he remembers the look of frozen fear on her face when they met Jansen for, supposedly, the first time. And the fact that she had that same look in her eyes just now, after exiting the girls’ locker room. 

He looks to the man in question, seeing his stout walk at the front of the group. How could she have possibly known him before? Sure, Thomas confirmed that Teresa, Mars and Thomas himself used to work for WICKED, and they probably met a lot of people there, but this isn’t WICKED. Jansen got them out of WICKED, out of their greedy hands. Right?

part thirteen?

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[receivemymajesty]

Lumiat/Thirteen fic I wrote so I could suffer emotionally

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4415

Pairing: Thirteenth Doctor/The Lumiat

Decription: The Doctor encounters a mysterious time traveller on one of her escapades. She doesn't really understand why she feels so familiar.

[kxowledge]

July 2020

Reading: Sur les cimes du désespoir (Emil Cioran), The Myth of Sisyphus (Albert Camus), Backbone Flute Poem (Vladimir Mayakovsky), Ion (Euripies), Things We Lost in the Fire (Mariana Enriquez), A Rose for Emily (William Faulkner), Fictions (Jorge Luis Borges), The Namesake (Jhumpa Lahiri), Selected Writings (Meister Eckhart), Mythologies (Roland Barthes), Bright Dead Things (Ada Limon)

Theology: learn about religion in ancient Greece (video lectures)

Work-related: come up with description + create portfolio, update CV,  draft business plan, applications (IDD), update Linkedin (decription, jobs, photo)

GRE: practice test (1 / 2), vocab (videos / anki), weekly updates, build a strong foundation (artithmetic / algebra / geometry / coord geometry / data), Manhattan prep 5lbs, ETS Math Review  (artithmetic / algebra / geometry / coord geometry / data)

Courses: Competitive Strategy and Organization Design (Advanced Competitive Strategy + Strategic Organization Design + Capstone)

Travel: Gori + Uplistsikhe, Sighnaghi, Batumi, Ethnographic Museum, History Museum, Museum of Fine Arts

Habits: fix sleep schedule (wake up at 6AM / read before sleep / exercising in the late morning),

Other: declutter desktop, buy skincare products, better nailcare, post photos

[jamiebluewind]

Cathilda Description and Facts

I decided that I needed to post a more detailed description of Cathilda Ceíli, but as I currently can't edit my post with multiple characters on it (due to spotty internet), I decided to make a new post. As always, if you see a mistake or know something that could be added to it, let me know! ^_^

Physical Description

Fair skinned halfling with brown eyes

Around 3 feet tall (91cm), ranging from 2'8"/81cm to 3'2"/97cm (using the female halfling formula of 30in+2d4). This means, she's the shortest in the group, being a foot shorter than Riz and almost exactly half the height of Fabian.

Caramel blond hair (hex around #d4ba55 and close to a color called Vegas Gold)

Talked about doing a dip dye ombre affect (color not given) by Fig once they boarded Leviathan, but never happened

Length wise, her hair probably hits around her shoulders when down (due to her short ponytail) and appears to be layered as well (due to the look of the hair near her face in the official image)

Light freckles across her nose and cheeks.

She probably has hair on top of her feet like most halflings

By process of elimination (using both the basic types and the types listed on Forgotten realms), Cathilda is most likely a lightfoot halfling. The decription fits her well enough, especially with her given hair length (kept shoulder length or shorter) and her constant mirthful, friendly light-hearted attitude (which could be genuine or a facade to lull people into a false sense of security depending on the situation). This would give her a +1 to charisma and the naturally stealthy ability (you can attempt to hide even when you are only obscured by a creature that is at least one size larger than you). This is only one possibility though, so watch for if she's poison resistant (stout) or uses short range telepathy (ghostwise). There are others, but they don't fit for multiple reasons.

Outfit 1 (before ep 2): Maid uniform

(will add image later)

Outfit 2 (ep 2-7): Light grey "very comfortable looking" sweatshirt and sweatpants, chunky white tennis shoes, and an aerobic sweatband (thank you @plutosfury for looking that up for me!). Athletic band under her swearshirt holds 2 daggers

(no official image)

Outfit 3: Seven league boots, black dress with a high white collar (like a widow in mourning), and black tri-corner hat. Fights with a pair of dark steal sabers (scimitar type swords).

Fun Facts

Was known as Cathilda The Black; Terror of the Celestine Sea

She left the pirate life to become a (very well paid) maid for the Seacasters

Was married a long time ago to a (now dead) terrible man

Had children who are also dead

Seems to love Fabian like a son, and is always kind to him

Became Fabian's sparing partner after his father's death

Went against Hallariel's orders to give Fabian half rations

Believes she has done more good for herself and others as a maid making cookies than she ever did as a pitrate

Extremely ingenuitive and clever, doing things like baking cookies on the engine of a moving Van

Under her kind exterior, she is a deadly whirling dervish dancer of such infamy that the sight of her had Jamina Joy and a deck full of pirates take a knee out of fear for their lives. She was able to protect a trancing Hallariel from waves of enemies by herself until Fabian arrived and also mowed down pirates with Sandra Lynn when they attacked Van, kicking ass on the ground while Sandra Lynn was flying on Baxter

When she is fighting in outfit 2, you can hear her tennis shoes squeaking against hard floors like someone playing racquetball

As a halfling, she would have a +2 dex, 25 movement, lucky (allows for one reroll if a d20 lands on a nat 1), brave (advantage on frightened saving throws), and halfling nimbleness (can move through the space of a creature that's medium or larger). She would also know common and halfling (although I wouldn't be surprised if she knew some elven from Hallariel and the basics of a few others from her travels).

[elyccscorner]

Chapters: 9/15 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia Additional Tags: Jaskier is attracted to danger, and geralt is danger personified, Uhhhh midburn I guess, because I have no patience for slow and I'm not going to smut right away, Dumbass in love, i sincerely hate tagging because I feel that it ruins the plot a bit, but there is going to be violence, of the physical and emotional sort Summary:

Maybe it’s the almost dying thing. Maybe it’s because Geralt is actually a warm-hearted, if somewhat socially stunted person (it explains much more of his actions than the ‘big, bad monster’ stereotype does). Whatever it is, sitting there, and watching Geralt start a fire using a pile of twigs and a flip of his fingers, makes it feel like he’s done this a million times before. Like he’s known Geralt in some lifetime before this.

It’s probably the concussion. Or maybe it’s the dreaminess that all good bards possess. Whatever it is, Jaskier decides, his head hurts too much to question it.

Or

Jaskier realizes that traveling with a Witcher brings forth much more trouble than he initially expected. Such as: angry townsfolk, mobs and general unexpected violence.

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This chapter is amazing! This language and the decriptions are unbelievable good. There is so much going on beneath the surface... amazing!

[ooksaidthelibrarian]

n150_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Biologia Centrali-Americana :. [London :Published for the editors by R. H. Porter],1879-1915. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/572790

[nazali-md]

Community OC asks! What is some original lore you added to the Arcana-verse with your character? (locations, cultures, magic, etc) Tell us about it!

Thank you so much for the ask! Love your blog:)  

Oh God, the lore. There's so much lore. A good chunk of it is already sitting in my drafts, unedited, and I'll need at least two separate posts for it. Yay.  

I'll only share a shorter bit in the answer. But thanks to your ask, now I have the motivation to keep writing out and editing all the background info!

Scilla's life can be centered around three places.  

Let's start at the very beginning. The very first tiny thing I knew about Scilla was her favourite flower. Literally, I just saw a flower on my walk, and my first thought was: if I made a decription like in the game, this would be her flower. Later I had to drag someone who actually knows flowers over there, to verify that it's a cornflower. It's colour was nothing like the regular ones growing all around the wheatfields. It was a strong etheral indigo colour, that captured my imagination.  

This colour brings us to the first of the three places; and to the start of Scilla's story.

She was born to a nomad tribe, somewhere in the middle of the Fennekh desert. In my mind, Fennekh desert equals the Sahara, and her people are Tuareg people. The indigo colour of Scilla's favourite cornflower is also the colour of tagelmusts worn for special occasions.  

My reason for choosing the Fennekh desert? Mostly because, Nopal, at the edge of Catclaw desert has cacti, which the Sahara does not. Also the name Fennekh reminds me of fennec foxes, which the Sahara does have. As for it's surroundings: Zadith, the birthplace of Asra's family shows multiple parallels to the caliphates of Middle East, and the clouded mountains can be equaled to the Atlas. Now, if you're thinking I did not receive a very good geography education, you're not wrong. But the headcanon's still fun.

Scilla was not born into a prestigious cast. Her family has never held an important position in their clan. Her mother a travelling artisian, making and selling copperware, bringing messages over long distance for their patron family. Her father was a story-teller, an Agguta. Sadly, she had to leave behind the desert very early.  

The second station in Scilla's life: Hesperia. What does the game say about Hesperia?

Not much. For all I know it was only mentioned in Portia's tale. It's a very secretive country. Mazelinka's first hand, Kethos came from a Hesperian battleship she has captured. I could not find it on the world map, but I do not own the book, so there might have been other mentions.  

So what are my headcanons about Hesperia?

Based on the names, I imagine an Ancient Greek city-state. A military dictature operating under the thin veil of democracy. Magicians of Hesperia can join the military, in a position similar to the state alchemists from Fullmetal Alchemist. So when recruiters saw a young child with great potential, but no family, they did not hesitate. Scilla was soon considered a prodigy amongst her peers in the Hesperian Military Academy. Not for the strength of her magic, rather than her insatiable thirst for knowledge and ability to utilize said magic in unexpected yet effective ways.  

She wasn't supposed to stay in Vesuvia for longer than two months. It was her first time undercover outside the country. It was supposed to be a simple training mission, but shortly before her supposed return to Hesperia, her mentor got killed by Valerius' soldiers. With the petulant Hesperian government to her back, and the obviously crazy but still more trustworthy Count of Vesuvia ahead, Scilla decided to stay a bit longer and temporarly fill the critical position left empty by her mentor. Impressed by the work she's done, and happy that they mustn't deal that much with her personality anymore, the higher ups decided to assign Scilla a permanent position as the head of the Hesperian spy network in Vesuvia.