#I thought this was just a on vacation issue but NOPE

[no1ryomafan]

Worst part about being in college while being unemployed ain’t even the fact I go 3 times a week now or have to be careful with my money cause I can’t buy lunches anymore, it’s the fact while the classes are easy they drain me from wanting to watch anything because for 2 out 3 of my classes all we do is watch movies.

and I just finished giant robo awhile ago so I should get to something new but next to “damn wtf do I even pick since I got a lot to watch” I have no juices to do start a new thing 💀

[syeren]

BATTLE OF WITS.

summary — sampo loves to rile people up, no matter who it is and what rank you are. but, once you step into his life, could he still keep up his uncaring demeanor?

genre — comedic fluff

Sampo is an easy guy, albeit, a con-artist but a real hunk of work. If something doesn’t catch his eye within a second or stimulate his brain for more than a minute… You can say bye-bye to trying to talk to him.

Majority of people view the picture on the vacation postcard of “not-giving-a-shit” and fall in love with the idea — swimming through the clear blue waters in this mental Mediterranean sea can be more deceiving than many think. It’s a one-way ticket to losing the most important skill in life, to feel concern. He for one, couldn’t care in the slightest. It all goes to show as to why he took up the very interesting and controversial means of work in the first place.

But once he stumbled across a person completely opposite to him, he couldn’t help but feel even more irritated. Of course, it was you, with your logical and reasonable thoughts and actions. Your morals were way higher on the scale than his, and he definitely could assume your IQ and EQ followed suit. He never felt so ridiculed and threatened by your demeanour because of this aura of “coolness” and “rationality.” That was the issue, he was always the smart one— or the lack thereof. If both your brains jostled within the ring, his would be pummelled to smithereens.

He wanted to brush off this problem as per usual, forcing himself to play the “unbothered” role because his ego couldn’t handle it anymore (ahh yes, the “be the bigger person” card.) But if this were a choice between mind over matter, the latter would reign dominant. He needs to showcase his true skills, it was his only “skill” anyway.

“Hey,” Sampo called out to you while you fumbled through your satchel. You gave him a quick eyebrow raise in response.

“What’s seven times eight?” he blurted out, standing directly in front with his arms crossed over his puffed chest. Yeesh.

You, on the other hand, gave him an indescribable expression that probably amounted to confusion, irritation, and most likely concern. “What?”

“C’moonn… I don’t have all day!”

Rolling your eyes, you continued to fish out some papers from your bookbag and grumbled the answer. “Fifty-six.”

“— Riddle me this. Imagine you’re in a tough situation where your pal is crying over their partner who was absolutely shit to them. Do you, A, comfort them, B, make fun of them, or C… Listen and give advice.”

Now it was completely indescribable about what you’re feeling or thinking. You slowly looked up to meet his eyes with a blank stare. You were judging him hard.

“… A with a mix of C.”

“No, only one answer!” he protested, wagging his finger in the air.

“Then A.”

He dropped his hand and returned to the same arm-crossed position. “This isn’t fun.”

“You think you’re not having fun? This feels like an interrogation, Sampo,” you playfully snapped, closing your book bag. “The fuck was that about?”

A mere shrug was all he responded with. “Just wanted to… Figure some things out,” he vaguely responded, to which, prompted your irritation even more.

“Sampo—“

“Okay, okay! Just heard from a little bird that you’ve got a head on your shoulders,” he replied in defence. “Wanted to see if it was true or not.”

“Of course I have a head on my shoulders,” you reiterated, shaking your head in disbelief. “What? You mean like, smarter?”

Sampo nodded his head. “Precisely.”

His answer made you immediately chuckle, letting out a breathy laugh. “Shouldn’t this little questionnaire prove the point? Such dumb questions.”

“Hey! They made you think though!” he argued. “Putting you on the spot and such.”

“… Easy questions like that won’t put anyone on the spot.”

Sampo inched even closer as he let out a prideful scoff, flipping his floppy bangs back with calloused fingers. “Fine. I’ll prepare something harder then—“

“Nope,” you interrupted.

“One thing’s for certain, you are one hell of a party pooper,” he stated dejectedly, rolling his eyes as he straightened his posture. “Natasha mentioned you were smart n’ all, but how is that any good if that pretty little head of yours is full of brash comments and half-assed sarcasm.”

“Since when were you and Natasha friends?” you deadpanned, the same sarcastic tone dripping from your lips.

“We always were! Hey! Don’t give me that face!” Sampo responded but as soon as he was speaking, your figure was slowly walking away from him. You lazily waved a hand in the air without turning around.

You, 1. Sampo, 0. Try harder next time, big guy.

[arachnoia]

formula 1 | [1] | across the spiderverse

in which you turn suspicious of your cousin Miles and follow him, only to find out he’s part of a racing gang.

love triangle between hobie, miguel, and you a/n- HI! So basically this is a repost but I wanted to updated it with more ! i really want to make this into a series and am very hyped about it ! i thought that it was too short last time!

(will include Spanish that is not translated! ty!)

1998 | New York City.

Your eyes flickered as you were met with the smell of your Tia’s cooking.

Empanadillas. Your favorite.

Your back hurt from lugging some of your uncle’s car parts yesterday. You barely got home at 3 for helping your uncle Aaron with some client that needed an oil change.

You got up and stretched as you went to brush your teeth and wash your face. You felt tired as fuck.

You made your way to the kitchen where you saw your Tia Rio running around the kitchen, trying to make sure things aren’t burnt.

“Hey, Tia! Are those empanadillas I smell-“

“Ay, bendito! Get up, Y/N! Wake your brother up!” She pushed you towards the hallway and went back to flipping tortillas.

You groaned and went to Miles’ room before you knocked it down and hit him with a throw pillow on his chair, “DESPIERTA, ‘MANO!”

Miles pushed you and covered his face with his pillow, “2 more minutes, please!”

“Nope! Tia wants you up already. And yes, Unc already left in case you want to ask.”

As you left, you heard Miles mutter a little ‘yes’.

You went back to your room and dressed for the weather; a cropped white cami, black cargo pants, and some Jordans.

Summer vacation barely started and you felt exhausted.

You had a part-time at your uncle’s mechanic shop where you help with cars. And right now, thanks to Tia Rio, you had somewhere to stay. Miles wasn’t actually your brother but you just called him that.

You wanted well for Miles. You practically considered him a brother and never would want him in stupid shit that would involve him doing something detrimental to himself.

You worried a bit when he started to come back late home and you had to cover for him. You thought he just went out with Ganke, his friend from school. But you weren’t always sure sometimes because he would come home with some scratches or would be hurt. You tried asking but always got hit with “Oh it was Ganke’s cat” or “Nah I just fell on the way home. I was studying” so you quit it.

But as long he’s okay, you’re okay.

You stayed with Rio since your parents lived back in Chicago and you went to school in New York.

All you had now were Tia Rio, Uncle Jeff, Uncle Aaron, and Miles. But that didn’t matter. You were happy.

You got 2 empanadillas before you took a scoop of rice and swiftly left the kitchen, “Ya me voy, Tia!”

You took your skateboard, and your canvas bag, and went to Aaron’s since he needed your assistance again for work on the AC.

Skateboarding while occasionally glancing at graffiti or some posters was your favorite thing to do and listening to your current favorite cassette on your Walkman (currently 'Fantasy' by Mariah Carey).

You felt old since you've had it for a good few years.

Your major was currently in business in case you wanted to start up something in the future

“What’s up, Unc!” You dabbed up your uncle as he laughed. “What’s good, man? We’re gonna have to work on this AC. They want it done by 4. Think you-“

“Yes, I got it.”

You cracked your knuckles as you got to work, picking up the roof of the car and working on the AC.

It didn’t take long to finish. You did auto shop in high school and it was easy to fix. You also added a new air freshener because you felt nice today.

After working on a few other cars and their issues, you noticed it was getting dark out and felt tired.

“Imma clock out. Bye, Unc!” You said your goodbyes and took your skateboard to go back to Rio’s.

Until you saw Miles, walking around the street.

“Hey, what’s up”

You stopped before you saw Miles looking around the street and sneakily going to an alley.

This part of New York ain’t pretty and you were not pleased to see your 17-year-old cousin sneaking around. It was 7 p.m too which was even more strange since Miles' studying ended at 3.

You dropped your skateboard and started following Miles. You didn’t care, you had 4 other skateboards and it was old anyway.

You couldn’t believe this! Was he doing drugs?

It wasn’t until Miles took a turn to an abandoned warehouse, near a bodega you used to go with him.

“Just what the hell are you doing Miles..?”

You slid through the fence opening and hid behind a blue barrel, just watching.

Miles then went into the warehouse and a few minutes later, he popped out with a car.

Since when did Miles have a car?! A Ford Mustang Fastback to be exact.

It looked like the same one Aaron had but never used. Your Uncle Aaron has a collection of cars and never paid attention, but you did.

You knew Miles could drive because you taught him how to back in Chicago when he came to visit.

He came out of the car and went inside the warehouse where you followed him again.

Right when he was going to enter, you had enough, “OYE MILES!”

Miles froze and turned around facing you. He looked like he saw a ghost.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

Your face shifted to a confused face. Miles always has called you by your nickname, never by Y/N.

“Miles what’s going on?”

“Noth-“

Your voice turned stern as you grabbed his shoulder to look you in the eye, “Miles, what the fuck is going on?!”

“Y/N…”

“Answer me, Miles.”

“Y/N!”

“JUST ANSWER ME!”

“I-I don’t think you should be here…”

Your eyebrow raised at your cousin’s words.

“Says who?”

Miles' face shifted from distraught to scared.

You felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you, sending shivers down your spine as you felt claw-like nails scratch the material of your shirt as the man tapped you. His voice only sent more shivers.

“Says me.”

The man had a black wifebeater, dark blue jeans, a gold chain, and a noticeable spiderweb tattoo on his bicep.

Miles looked at him and gave him a scared look.

“Oh shit.”

The voice’s owner looked serious.

If he didn’t look like he’d shoot you, you would totally ask him out for some drinks at a bar but considering your circumstances right now, it was the last thing on your mind.

Your heart raced as he looked at you, his red eyes piercing into yours before shifting his gaze to Miles.

“Mira, Morales. What did I say about bringing girls here?”

Miles’ eyes widened as you pursed your lips, “Did he just say, girls? As in plural? Miles, I swear to god I’m gonna beat your ass and all of these bitches-”

“Yo sis-” Miles kept shaking his head frantically as if he was petrified, which he looked like he was.

“How could ya keep this from me? I taught you how to drive, how to”

The man then looked at you and raised his eyebrow, “Look. You either shut your pretty little mouth or we get into problems, and I won’t hesitate to involve your hermanito either.”

He held your chin to face him up even more until you saw a tattooed arm with a punk spiked bracelet. You looked over to the man and he winked at you before having a staring contest with the other man holding you.

“Hands off the girl, mate. If she taught Miles how to drive, then maybe we could use her to some advantage…”

The man with the bracelet gripped at the other’s hand until he finally let go of your chin.

Bracelet guy peered at you and smiled again, “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself! The name’s S-Punk, but you can just call me Hobie and this scary grump is Miguel.”

You slightly smiled at him due to his cute British accent in which he returned the smile.

Miguel glared at the sight and scoffed, “How in puta madre is this little girl going to help us? Prolly doesn’t even know what horsepower is-”

You glared at him and scoffed, “This little girl has worked with over 500 cars in her 23 years of living so don’t think for a fucking second that I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt to face you and felt his minty breath against your lips. His nonchalant face slightly shifted with him pursing his lips at how close you two were.

“Come and try me, little boy.”

Miles stared at the sight in shock and grabbed you by the arm, “Yo I needa talk with her. I’ll meet back with y’all soon.”

You looked back to Hobie chuckling while covering his mouth and Miguel rolling his eyes, regaining his calm composure. You heard Hobie talk but didn’t know if you heard Hobie correctly: “She sure had an effect on you, mate.”

What the hell?

Miles fastened his pace and led you to the side of the warehouse where he then put his hands on his face and yelled.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

You put your hand on your hip and raised your eyebrow, “Oh I know you did not just talk to me like that?”

Miles looked at you annoyed, “That guy you were just talking to? Miguel? He’s so- UGH! You should’ve just shut up!”

“What the fuck do you mean he’s so?”

His face grew concerned.

Miles began pacing back and forth and held his head down before he looked up and scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Y/N, look. He’s dangerous and I don’t want you-"

“MILES! IF YOU KNEW HE WAS DANGEROUS THEN WHY DID YOU" You took a deep breath and calmed down to hopefully get a reasonable answer, “Okay, why is he so dangerous?”

Miles looked shocked from your change in demeanor and took a deep breath, “Sis, don’t get mad, okay?”

You looked at him and glared, “Why would I?”

Miles sighed and held you by your shoulders tightly, “Miguel is a leader of a racing gang…he’s dangerous because he’s one of New York’s fastest racers. And one of the most lethal…”

Your blank expression became even more evident and you froze, “So Miles…you’re in a racing gang?”

Miles gulped and sighed again, “Yes…BUT IT'S FOR THE MONEY. Mira sis, imagine all the shit we could do with that money if I win a race? You can be a mechanic-“

You held your finger against his lips to shush him, “Don’t bring my ambition into some bullshit. Miles, how could you? What if you get killed? You just said Miguel-“

“Miguel can help me. Look, you taught me how to drive and you met Hobie, he considers me a good driver!”

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, “Then where the hell is the money?”

Miles flashed a sheepish grin and pointed down to his feet.

He happened to get some new Jordan 13s.

“So what happened to the whole ‘Oh sis! I’ll pay for your dreams!’ when you just-“

You gripped your temple and sighed.

“Hey, I gotta look fresh for the ladies! But some of these races can bet up to 10 grand…”

Miles stopped as he looked beside your shoulder to find Hobie, leaning against the wall and smoking some blunt, “Yo Morales, Miguel wants to see you.”

Miles nodded and left you frozen before Hobie spoke again, pointing at you with his blunt.

“Bring her too.”

He raised his eyebrow in confusion, “Why does Miguel want to see Y/N?”

Hobie smiled as he blew smoke from his blunt, “Oh so that’s the girl’s name? Y/N…it’s pretty.”

Your face shifted to an awkward look as you and Miles gave each other a confused look.

“Hey, Hobie? Hello?”

Miles said, trying to wave his hand in front of Hobie’s face but he kept gazing at you with a mischievous smile.

“Just so you know babe, I’m 20. So if you’re feeling lonely one day and you wanna fu- I mean, hang out.”

“Stop hitting on my cousin. It’s embarrassing to see and it’s gross cuz she’s MY COUSIN.” Miles rolled his eyes and started walking,

He took a hit of his blunt and blew the smoke into Miles’ face, “Why don’t ‘cha shut up, can ya? I don’t know but he said he wanted to see her too.”

Hobie puckered his lips and blew air kisses to you, making you smile sheepishly and laughed.

The three of you walked into the warehouse.

On the outside it looked like it was abandoned but on the inside was a whole other story. You’d expect some machinery for a factory or loads of crates.

You weren’t wrong as they weren’t for manufacturing, but car parts for different people in the gang.

“Welcome to the Arachnids’ hideout, sweetheart,” Hobie whispered. your ear being tickled by his breath against it.

“The Arachnids, huh? Cool name.”

The place was also splattered with spider graffiti. You looked beside Hobie who smiled at you before taking another hit of his blunt and throwing it on an ashtray placed on someone’s table full of mechanic tools.

Hobie was actually pretty attractive. He had multiple piercings, with snake bites, nose piercings, eyebrow, industrial, and several on his ear. He wore the same tattoo as Miguel along with others and wore a simple black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and an eye-catching vest with several pins and patterned patches.

“So you like The Cure?” You said, pointing at his pin.

“Yup, and you?”

You nodded, “I have ‘Disintegration’ on cassette. My favorite is ‘Pictures of You’.”

Hobie smiled, “Yeah that’s a good song-”

“Are you guys done?”

Miles raised his eyebrow and crossed his arms. You weren’t paying attention to where you guys were going but noticed that you sure as hell wasn’t in the same bright place where the colors and cars resided. It was a dark hallway with you guys in front in.

Hobie knocked on the door and groaned, annoyed, “He’s here.”

“Come in.”

You saw Miguel counting some dollar bills as 2 girls were smoking some cigarettes and talking, a Bachata song playing in the background.

Hoja en Blanco? Rio liked to put on those songs while she cleaned.

Hobie smirked and laughed, “You look like a pimp, mate.”

Miguel looked up and glared at Hobie, “Porque no te callas?”

He glanced at you and raised his eyebrow, “Morales, what’s this girl’s name?”

Miles stiffened. You noticed that whenever Miguel talks to Miles, he just gets intimidated. “Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. She’s my cousin…”

You raised your eyebrow and took a step forward, “Why the hell do you want me here?”

Miguel rested his head on his palm and chuckled, “You’re a mechanic, aren’t you?”

You felt intimidated by his tone and slight accent. The fact it looks like he’s judging you by just looking doesn’t help.

“Yes? Why does that matter?” You crossed your arms and felt a bit of false confidence, which made Miguel widen his eyes and smile a bit.

“Whatever they pay you, I can pay you triple that amount. We do need a new mechanic since Peter is on paternity leave.”

One of the girls smiled, “God I miss MJ…She truly lived up to her name.”

You frowned and tilted your head, “Hey, I didn’t say I was going to work for you-”

Miles grabbed your shoulder and gave you a cautious look.

Miguel stood up from his seat, slamming the stack of money on his desk, “Are you declining my offer, Y/L/N?”

You leaned closer towards him, “What if I am?”

Before Miguel could speak, Miles grabbed you by the arm and Hobie grabbed you by the other, “Hey man, I think we should speak with her before things get…hasty.”

Hobie nodded frantically and opened the door in order to go, holding you back from wanting to say more.

“We’ll see ya tomorrow, mate.”

Once the door was shut, Miguel looked at his side and sighed.

“Damn Miguel, she has the guts to talk to you like that,” Lyla laughed. Jess opened a bag of some Hot Cheetos and chuckled, “Yup. I’m surprised you haven’t pushed her against the wall and went crazy!”

Miguel rolled his eyes and glared at the two women who were currently laughing their asses off.

“She doesn’t realize that just made a huge mistake…”

…..

“You just love to test his ass, don’t you?” Hobie said, his expression reminiscent of Miles’ a few minutes ago before all of this. He opened his Coke and took a sip. He cringed from the sharp feeling of the fizzy feeling on his tongue.

The three of you dipped from the warehouse and were walking back from raiding a near-by bodega.

“Listen, as much as cool this whole Arachnids thing is, I don’t want to be involved in this shit. I’m not even that ‘good of a driver’ so y’know. Plus, why does Miguel want me to be a mechanic for you guys?”

Miles shrugged, “I mean, you told him you’ve worked with ‘more than 500 cars’ oooooh,” He said mockingly.

You rolled your eyes.

“I had to say something?”

“Maybe say something that doesn't make you sound like a conceited bitch-?”

“WHAT WAS THAT??”

Hobie laughed and titled his head back.

“I mean, Miles is a pretty good driver and you taught him. So maybe…or also plus maybe he wants to get with you? Shit, I would too.”

Miles cringed and glared at Hobie, “Man what the fuck?” earning another laugh from Hobie.

“Okay but man I don’t know…”

You felt horrible and hypocritical but the money sounded tempting.

You know. You yelled at Miles for this but you were a mechanic! You’d still work for Aaron as a day job but the money sounded tempting.

You could be able to buy your mom all the perfumes she wanted and fly your parents out to New York.

As you guys were walking, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder behind you.

Thinking it was Miguel, you slapped it and turned behind you, getting the attention of Miles and Hobie.

It was Aaron.

He gave you a concerned look and widened his eyes.

“Uh you good? You left your bag at the shop and I was gonna give it to you. You look like you saw a ghost, man.”

You sighed in relief and grabbed your bag, “Thanks, Unc. I was just thinking you were someone else. I’m sorry!”

“No you’re good. What the hell are you guys doing late at night? Miles, don’t you got summer studying in the morning? And who the hell is this?”

Aaron pointed at Hobie who nervously looked around and smiled.

“Oh! Uh-?” You looked at Miles to give and answer before you felt Hobie’s arm around your shoulder.

“What’s good? I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, Hobie. Nice to meet ‘cha,” he said, holding out his hand to a stunned Aaron.

“What’s up, man. I’m Y/N and Miles’ uncle,” Aaron said, shaking Hobie’s hand.

You stood there as shocked as Miles. He looked like he wanted to bang his head against the nearest brick wall to get himself out of this situation. His racing mentor with his literal cousin?

“Well, Imma go so it was nice seeing you guys. See ya tomorrow, Y/N. See ya, Miles!”

Aaron turned around and left back to his apartment, leaving you, Miles, and Hobie to figure out what just happened.

Hobie then felt his pager go off, “Bloody hell…”

He looked at it, read the message, and rolled his eyes as he showed you and Miles the green letters saying “Bring her tomorrow”.

Hobie looked at you and shrugged, “Guess he wants ya tomorrow,” earning a nod from you and an aggravated sigh.

Miles looked at you tensed, “Sis, are you sure-“

You tried to think about this and nodded. You could be able to protect Miles with this. You could watch over him and could be able to earn more money to support your family out of state.

“I’ll go tomorrow…I have to see what that bastard wants.”

[quxxn0fhxarts]

Sonic Senior Year - 18+ - 1. Back to Acorn Academy

Cover and Photo Made with Bing AI

Aged Up

Links to Wattpad and AO3 at end of the post

------- Headmistress Longclaw: Rosemary Laigle: 38, 5 foot Soar Laigle: 40, 7 ft 7 ------- September 2nd, 2014 7:43 AM

Acorn Academy, Mobius City, Mystic Highlands

   Tails barely exited the SUV before his step-father drove off, "Bye, Momma..." Tails sighed, thinking he was the only one in the parking lot. Usually, he was never this late. He would normally be at the Boarding School a week early, but things had gotten tricky. He looked to his right to see Shadow looking at him while walking to the main building. Tails gulped and jogged onto campus.

   The Prowers were an established family in Mobius. His father was an Army Hero, and they were supposed to have the perfect family, but that was different behind closed doors. Amadeus had just been buried at the beginning of the summer, and his mother had already remarried. Of all Mobians she could marry, it was an Eagle. Eagles were the mortal enemy of the Foxes, but his Mom was way too happy to be a widow of three months.

   Tails wasn't too upset to ignore his traditions with Sonic, so he laid his ears back and crouched until he could pounce on his friend, using his tails to propel further. Though, like always, Sonic had heard him and quickly stepped back to catch and pull him into a hug. "Tails! I was so worried about you. I thought you decided to go on to university since I had only heard from you so little this summer.

   "I told you I was going on Vacation, and I might not have service, silly," He hugged his arms around Sonic's neck.

   "Have you heard the news? it's terrible!" Sonic whined, and Tails raised an eyebrow. He has yet to have time to check his emails or texts because they have just returned to West Valley. "Everyone has been assigned a new room and roommate since there were so many pregnancies last year.

   "What?" Tails gasped. He had been roommates with Sonic since Pre-K. Acorn Academy has never been split up into genders. Pregnancy had never been an issue before since they would let students pick their roommates, and they would usually pick their best friend. It made Tails feel like less of a freak. 

   He didn't only have two tails, but he also had genitalia of all genders. He identified as a Male. However, it's harder for him to get respect because many people still look down on Omegas, and they don't even know he is an intersex Omega at that. The general public didn't even know as he loaded anti-heat spray on his body and took some pretty intense anti-heat pills.

   "You should probably swing by the office to see where you are staying now," Amy suggested, and Tails nodded. He was worried that the luggage he sent to the school a couple of weeks ago didn't make it to his new room.

   "No need. He is in my dorm. Building 14 Dorm X," Shadow said as he was walking by. He watched Tail's eyes grow wide and Sonic's face growing angry. "Not thrilled about it either. I'm being forced to sleep here and not at my mansion," Shadow muttered as he rolled his eyes and went to Rouge to see what she had been up to all summer.

------- 2:53 PM    "Professor Robotnik? You said that we had partners for this project?" Silver asked, reminding the eclectic teacher to inform everyone of their partners as the dismissal bell rang.

   AP Robotics was Tail's favorite class. He loved making artificial intelligence and trinkets. He does it every day. He would much rather work alone, but he was a rule stickler, and would make a fuss about it. He tried his best not to look in Shadow's direction as if it would tempt his tough luck.

   "Your dorm mates, if you don't have a dorm mate in AP Robotics, then you can see me after class," Dr. Robotnik waved them all away. Tails avoided Shadow as he walked out of the classroom, while Shadow didn't even think about approaching him. He wanted to go to his room and nap.

   "Nope... Nuh-uh... I forbid it," Sonic crossed his arms as Tails told him what happened, "I will talk to Principle Longclaw. She loves me,"

   "She is your mother... and she never listens to your demands. She doubles down so you learn your lessons," Tails pouted.

   "I don't care,"

   "Is Shadow all that bad? You haven't even asked Tails if he wanted to change roommates... aren't you happy with Knuckles?" Amy shrugged. She couldn't hide the tiniest bit of jealousy. Tails was so cute, just Sonic's type. 

   She didn't fully believe that they had been friends for this long and hadn't developed feelings for each other. An Alpha and an Omega can't just be friends for this long, and it is strictly platonic. "Seriously... they will only be Robotic partners for a week so that you can chill,"

   "Amy, he is pure evil. Do you not remember him cutting off your pigtails when you fell asleep back in third grade? What about you, Tails? He gave you so many wedgies I am surprised that you didn't have crap in your brain,"

   "Thank you for the image..." Tails and Amy pinched their noses.

   "And worst of all... He put laxatives in my precious chili dogs... I didn't eat them for at least 5 hours after that..." Sonic was seething. No one messed with his chili dogs and got away with it with their lives.

   "Sonic, it's not like I want to be his partner... and it isn't for a week. It's for the entire school year," Tails sighed.

   "What?" Sonic and the gang gulped.

   "We have to build a life-size robot that is functional as a human, which can have conversations, thoughts, wants, and skill building," Tails ran his hand through his ginger hair.

   "Tails, I will fix this, okay..." Sonic said, and before Tails could say anything, Sonic had jetted away.

   "Are you coming to the party tonight?" Amy asked. " It's a back-to-school party thrown by Jet. He has it every year in the forest."

   "Oh, um... I am pretty tired, raincheck?"

   "Of course, hon, I am going to try to find Sonic," Amy said, patting Tails on the back and walking off with Cream and Blaze. Knuckles waved to his little buddy before walking off for soccer practice.

   Tails has been trying his best to avoid Silver all day, but it was hard since he had most classes with him. He tried walking away, but much like his brother, Silver was fast, "Tails," He didn't want to overpower Tails. Tails tried to act oblivious to him and put earbuds in his ears, but Silver was persistent. He was followed from the main building to the opposite side of campus. "Miles," Silver sighed, placing a hand on Tail's as the fox was reaching to unlock his door.

   "Silver, please... I don't feel like talking right now,"

   "I don't want to talk. I want to see how you are doing," Silver told him. He didn't need an answer from Tails to know he wasn't okay. "I... um, I am not mad- I... understand-" Silver said, pinching his nose. He needed to learn how to approach this. He didn't want to seem like he was permitting Tails to do anything. Soon after, Tails hugged him, and Silver hugged him back.

   "I am not mad at you... I need some time," Tails sighed.

   "Faggots," Vector said, passing by the two. Only a few people knew about Tails being intersex except for his immediate family and the doctors at Mobius City Medical... and after this summer, Silver.

   "Don't listen to him..." Silver told Tails, rubbing circles on his back, "I am in Building 23 Dorm A..."

   "Thank you, Silver," He managed to say goodbye and get into his dorm before he began to tear up. Tails and Shadow immediately made eye contact before both immediately looked away.

   Shadow transitioned from a bully to a recluse/loner two years ago. No one knew what happened. When he was old enough to emancipate himself, he moved out of the orphanage and into his parents' mansion. The Blackbournes were well-known politicians who passed away before Shadow's first birthday. 

   Shadow hated the orphanage, having to dorm at Acorn Academy, and, most importantly, having roommates. He would be at his home right now, but the academy had a rule against going off campus for the first week of School. The manor was 30 minutes away by motorcycle on Ghost Hill. He missed it so much.

   Tails looked through his luggage for his school sweats. He pulled out the project he had been working on all summer. A balcony and a little nook were in the room, so he would try to have some alone time.

   "I am sorry that you are upset," Shadow sighed. He could smell how devastated and upset Tails was... and he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. He hated the scent of sorrow. It smelled like rain. "If you want, I can go with you to file a roommate swap in the morning,"

   "Huh?" Tails asked, and then he let what Shadow said sink in, "No, I am not upset about that... Yes, I am nervous, but something else is happening," Tails sighed. He looked over to Shadow, and the gloomy guy nodded before closing his eyes and putting his headphones on.

   Tails had never heard Shadow apologize before. It had been a long time since he had been a bully. Tails knew it could be too soon to tell if he was a good guy now. Meanwhile, Shadow knew he could manipulate Tails because of his looks and aura as an Alpha, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to. It wasn't Tails' fault that he was forced to stay more on campus. 

   The two didn't press anything, going to their respective worlds away from the campus. Tails found his micro-robot and tolls before leaving the balcony to destress from the day.

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[heystephen]

hey ebd anon! to be honest i knew she was wacky from the first day i met her because she started yelling (at the top of her lungs) in an attempt to win a dumb argument

i was weirded out for a hot minute there until i realized she has narcissistic traits much like my dad does, and she's very similar to my grandma (dad's mom) too.

just as an example, my grandma made me swear i would never share this info with anyone until i die: she sat me down one day and told me my other grandma (mom's mom) is a whore. mind you both of these women were in their 70s at the time. but yeah apparently she was a whore because she started dating for a brief period in her 50s after becoming a widow. my best friend's boyfriend tragically passed away last year, and this woman had the audacity to tell me she wanted to set up my friend with someone not even a month after the funeral because "she's young, she's not gonna be alone forever". this is a woman who went to book a church and priest for me to get married on a date that works for her. then somehow found the phone number and called my mil and told her "the church is handled" so i got a call - while on vacation and not in the process of planning a wedding btw - from my mil who said "handle your grandmother" and hung up on me. i had no idea what had been happening, or even that the two knew each other because the families hadn't met yet. and i was on vacation. out of the country. this woman booked a church with just my name?! like am i marrying myself or something?! nope, she just wanted it to be that date because she heard her other son might be in town that day too.

anyway, given the similar traits she shares with my mil, they have sort of become very close friends since i got married. no one knows what they talk about, but they're on the phone for hours and both lie about who they've been talking with (i've caught them in these lies myself). my mil is very chatty especially after a drink or two (it's an issue) so she spills most things to my sister in law, except anything to do with my grandma. then my sil shares all the gossip with me, which is how i learned the woman thinks im a witch out to get her. i have noticed my mil has picked up some language patterns from my grandma, and some beliefs too, which is how i know they're very close these days. aside from the comments ive heard from my mil about my grandma (moms mom) being a whore (that sounds familiar doesnt it?) and then also my cousin because she dared to wear something tight that looks good on her. yeah.

meanwhile, my "whore" grandma and cousin are women i actually really look up to because they're incredibly strong. hell, my grandma was the first person to teach me about feminism when i was in elementary. she was having coffee while i was visiting her and she told me i should never feel afraid of the partner i choose in life and that we should both be equal in both similarities and in differences. it was her simple way of saying the ideal relationship is when both parties respect each other even in arguments and disagreements. and my cousin left the country at 18, as soon as she could get a passport, so she could make a better life for herself than what she had in her hometown. she found a job, accommodation and lived through god knows what (i know small bits) to make it out of this country.

anyway, my mil is convinced her sister in law is a witch and a whore and she's told me all about her. allegedly, she's seen the witchcraft books this woman owns. my first thought upon hearing that was "how did you ever find them oh innocent soul that can do no wrong without snooping" and then i learned she went snooping. so i know she's gone through my shit in the last few months we've been living together but i got nothing to offer so 🤷🏻‍♀️. oh and the witchcraft books turned out to be some eastern healing books. she told me this herself going off about "this eye" and "special points on the body" and whatever else is in books like that im not too familiar.

sorry for the long ask scout, i tried to summarize as much as possible, and now im sending loving bites to both you and ebd anon <3

.... maybe the bites are witchcraft 😂😂😂

there is So much lore to unpack from all of this i feel like im going to be ruminating on this for days

[burnwater13]

Din Djarin holding Grogu from concept art by Christian Alzmann. From the Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 1, The Mandalorian. Calendar by DataWorks.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away Grogu and his dad decided to take a father and son vacation. Things were going pretty well and his mom was busy with his little brother and sister. They were just starting their training with the Brethren and that required everyone’s focus and time. Everyone except Grogu and Din Djarin that is. 

“Well, buddy, where do you want to go?”

Grogu laughed and replied, ‘Galaxy, far, far away.’

“I understand. Solus and T’ad are a bit of a handful.”

His dad laughed as they put their gear in the N-1.

“Fun but loud. Need ear plugs.”

“I just adjust my helmet settings. Don’t tell your mom.”

“Mom knows.”

Grogu smiled at his dad as they both hopped into the N-1. His mom was a lot of fun and she always knew what the two of them were up to. He was actually pretty happy about that. 

“That’s why she’s your mom. There’s no tricking her. So where do you want to go? Jakku? Takodana? Naboo?”

“Ilum. Kyber crystals for T’ad and Solus.”

“Okay buddy, let’s go to Ilum.”

They were up and off Tzura a short while after that and nothing unusual seemed to be on the horizon. Grogu was annoyed that the N-1 still didn’t have a civilized privy and his dad complained that ship still smelled like the dung worms Grogu had left in the snack pocket the last time they saw Peli Motto. That was pretty normal.

But as soon as they jumped to hyperspace, Grogu knew something weird had happened. Not just the normal form of hyperspace weird either, a unique, never been seen form of weird. He had seen purrgils. You know, space whales. This wasn’t a space whale thing. Instead of the normal dazzling white light of hyperspace it was like they had entered a pitch black tunnel. But how could you have a tunnel in space?

It didn’t matter, because when they popped out at the other end, there it was… a planetary system neither he or his dad expected to find. 

Grogu asked R5 about it and found that it wasn’t on any of the charts the astro-mech stored. Huh. How did that happen? They’d have to wait to figure that out because first that needed to work out if any of the planets the sensors detected had anything useful on them, like a inhabitants, or a repair shop, or a privy. Those dung worms were definitely out of season. 

“Looks like this system has eight, no nine planets, a couple of them are gas giants, a bunch of moons, and a pretty good asteroid belt. Why don’t you reach out with the Force and see which one we should visit?”

Wow. Din Djarin was taking this pretty well. Grogu supposed that the Mandalorian probably had this sort of thing happen when he was a bounty hunter. There were some people who would go anywhere to get away from a Mandalorian. 

Grogu did as his dad suggested and reached out with the Force and found that one of the planets had a substantial life force signature. 

“That one.” He pointed at the planetary chart the console displayed.

“Okay, let’s see. Lot of water on that planet. What about this other one?”

His dad had pointed to the fourth planet in the system. Uff. 

“Nope. Like Jakku, not as nice. Droids.”

Grogu hoped the explanation helped. The third planet was closer and he really wanted to use a privy. 

“Fine. Fine. Let’s go and see what we find.”

Grogu nodded his head and just waited to see what sort of place his dad would find to land the ship. No doubt someplace cold. The Mandalorian really seemed to like cold places and this planet appeared to have frozen over spots that seemed suspiciously like that ice ball moon they hard landed the old Razor Crest on.

“Buddy, I know you don’t like the cold anymore than I like the water. But we both like sand, so here. I think I’ve found a place where we’ll fit right in. Marina Del Rey. I haven’t been contacted by any planetary authority, so hopefully we won’t have any issues when we land.”

Grogu thought that was strange at the time, but he really only cared about one thing… well two. Where the heck would he find a privy and he was fresh out of snacks. He hoped there was someplace close by where they could get some food. Maybe some frogs? Or even some bone broth. Anything but dung worms. 

To be continued.

[decept0rcon]

Since we’re on a raiding break, I thought it would be nice to get our non-vacationing members together and do some of the new Deep Dungeon. Inspired by the cutscene that functions as an introduction, I said ‘let’s do allagan themed glams!’. These were my final options.

I would’ve used the Scaevan mask of healing, but hey, it clipped with my hair.

Also, because we’ve got a couple of newer players.. none of them had done PotD or HoH before, so now we’re just not doing anything tonight. Hopefully they’ll be ready to go by Sunday though.. Also yes, this issue has been popping up for everything. Mount farms? Nope, they’ve only done mandatory normals, no extremes ever. T_T

[healeroflightanddark]

Cursed Souls, Chapter 14: Workers

Being a ghost wasn’t actually as bad as Yuya would’ve expected it to be. He was actually enjoying it, if he was being honest. While it did take some getting used to, it wasn’t the depressing, miserable doom he’d always thought that ghosts experienced.

Though that could’ve been because there were other ghosts with him, so he didn’t feel lonely at all. He had plenty of new friends to spend his eternity with. Plus, apparently there were other living people who were employed in the mansion in addition to the caretaker.

Which Yuya actually only found out later in the evening when he was exploring the mansion and stumbled across a young woman tinkering with a water heater in a closet in one of the halls. Yuya squeaked in shock when he saw her, not expecting a living person to be in the house. His first instinct was to hide from the strange intruder.

The young woman looked up, and then around in confusion. “Hello? Ghosties? Huh… that’s strange… I thought I heard someone…”

Yuya’s eyes were wide in confusion, and he looked down at himself. He yelped in shock when he realized that he was invisible. The young woman blinked and called out, “Is that the new ghost…?”

“Uh–Uhm… Uh?!” Yuya didn’t know what to say. Why was there a stranger in his new home? Then Yugo walked into the hall. When he saw the young woman, he seemed delighted.

“Rin-Rin!” he cried running to the young woman and tackle-hugging her. The young woman hugged him back. “Hello, Yugo! Was that you I heard?”

“Nope!” Yugo said, still hugging the young woman. “I just got here!”

“Might be Yuya,” Yuto’s voice said from behind the tomato-haired ghost. “He just woke up this morning, three weeks later than we were expecting. Yuya, are you in here?”

“U-uhm… yes? Uh… who, exactly, is that girl?” Yuya asked, still confused. Yuto smiled and replied, “That’s Rin, she’s one of the living people who works for us. She’s a mechanic and maintenance worker.”

“She’s my favorite worker!” Yugo said, nuzzling Rin affectionately. Yuto chuckled. “Yes, because she’s always helping you work on your bikes.”

“Wait, there are more workers than just the caretaker?” Yuya asked. Yuto nodded, “Mhm, we’ve got maids, housekeepers, butlers, gardeners, maintenance workers, entertainers, assistants, poolboys, tutors, really the list just goes on. We just gave them all a month off work because we wanted you to have some time to get used to being a ghost before being re-exposed to the living so that you wouldn’t get overwhelmed. Unfortunately, it took a bit longer than we were expecting for you to finish forming, so that plan kinda went out the window.”

“I’m sorry,” Yuya said. Yuto blinked. “Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault. There’s no way to control when you finish forming. Besides, we can always send the house staff back on another vacation if things get too overwhelming for you. It’s really no issue at all!”

“Ah, I see Yuya’s figured out how to turn invisible!” Zarc said from behind Yuya. “Well done, Yuya!”

“I don’t even know how I did that…” the invisible tomato admitted. Zarc replied, “Well, did you want to hide from Rin when you saw her?” Yuya nodded, then realized Zarc probably couldn’t see that, and said aloud, “Y-yes.”

“That’s all that you need to do to turn invisible, just want to hide,” Zarc explained. “You can become visible again by simply wanting to stop hiding.”

Within a matter of moments, Yuya was visible again. Rin smiled at him and said, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Yuya!”

“It’s nice to meet you too!” Yuya said. “Uhm, sorry for hiding… I didn’t know you work here, and I thought you were an intruder…”

Rin laughed, “No worries, Yuya! Your fellow ghosts probably just didn’t have the chance to let you know about us workers if you just woke up today. Speaking of ghosts, Yugo let go. You’re cold as ice!”

Yugo pouted, giving Rin puppy eyes. “But I missed you, Rin-Rin!”

“Yugo, off!” Rin said. “Seriously, I’m freezing!” Yugo whined in protest, but eventually let go of her.

“Well, he’s going to follow her around like a puppy for the next few hours,” Yuri suddenly appeared next to Yuya, looking at Rin and Yugo with a smirk. “At least until she goes home for the night.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?” Yuya asked, surprised. He’d gotten the impression that Yuri might be the kind of person that got jealous easily.

Yuri just chuckled. “Nah, I know Yugo’s not interested in her like that,” he said, correctly guessing what Yuya was thinking. “We ghosts often have living people that we get a strong attachment to, usually people that share similar interests with us or people that strongly resemble loved ones from our lives. Yugo, Yuto, Zarc, and I all have at least a couple of living people we’re attached to, most of whom work in our territory. Actually, you were one of the living people Yuto had an attachment to before you died. You’ll also find someone to get attached to, don’t worry.”

[lord-pigeon]

A month late to finishing Dawntrail cause I was waiting for Certain Things to update, and honestly, it was alright? Obvious spoilers under the cut.

Nonsense rambling btw, don't expect a thesis there I'm just word vomiting

The strongest part was everything with Sphene, by and far. Zoraal Ja was a completely different character between Part 1 and Part 2 and people keep overlooking that to whine about Wuk Lamat. Ironically, I feel Wuk Lamat was the second strongest part of the expansion.

I came into the expansion as "WoL's funky summer vacation in not-Mexico" and that def helped my opinion about it, cause WoL is meant to be chilling while Wuk Lamat is having the character arc. Sooo I'll guess I'll start with the positives?

Wuk Lamat I felt had a significantly better arc than Lyse did. Probably helped by the fact I play in JP so I don't have the "she sounds so monotone all the time" issue people in ENG had. So you could actually hear her gradually grow in maturity when she goes from yelling 90% of the time to taking a lower tone and calming down.

I dunno, she has a very strong personality and I found her engaging. She was most of the fun I had in the first half, so I guess I got lucky there.

Second, obviously, was Sphene. Kinda Walmart Emet, kinda her own thing. I saw her final boss status coming from a mile away, but like, her background was my speed for an antagonist. Sad old robot you gotta put down cause she's too far gone, path to hell paved with good intentions. That kinda thing, very melancholic.

As for bad, well, uh, I guess mostly that the expansion felt like it was split in half? With two different writers for each half? Like Zoraal Ja of part 2 wasn't even close to Zoraal Ja of part 1, even their motivations were wildly different (inflict war to people who forgot it in peacetime to remind them of what peace is vs daddy inheritance issues)

Also where the shit did baby Garool Ja come from. Who is the mother. Did he just reproduce asexually cause they're lizards? Artificial creation? Kid literally showed up so suddenly out of Nowhere I deadass thought it was like a Miquella/Saint Trina situation where baby Garool was actually a manifestation of Zoraal's innocence/peace-loving nature.

But nope he's just deadass his kid? I guess? I might've missed something but god everything with him was so jarring it drove me fuckin' nuts

Also I do agree with the repetitive nature of the first half. Like, I had fun with it, but Yoshi, Yoshi I know padding when I see it. Aetheryte starvation? Huge areas? Get five bear's asses? Always talk to 3 people randomly sparsed around the said-large map? Running back and forth?

I see the padding you can't hide it from me.

Since everyone's comparing it to Stormblood, I'll do it too. Like I had recently redone Stormblood before Dawntrail came out on an alt (that's now my main l m a o) so I can kinda compare them easily.

Call me bias (<- incredibly bias) but Yotsuyu was a much more compelling first arc villain, while Sphene was more compelling on the latter half. And this is from a Zenos simp so take that as you will.

Day 500000 of me not being over his death still, my copium up until the end of the Zero patches was intense.

Soken didn't miss a single time tho, king of all time

Solid 7/10. If it was all about Sphene and the beginning was more cut down, and Zoraal was consistent, I'd probably have put it at an 8.5.

[alyosiuscreightonward]

I saw this and thought, “Yo. What the absolute fuck are you talking about??!!”

If your heart is breaking just because of this meme, then maybe you should go ahead and swallow a fucking bandaid.

Please let me enlighten you about how shit happens. Some people are destined and some are not.

As an example, I have this coffee mug that is supposed to remind me that as a Scorpion, I’m Brave, Focused and Balanced. I call bullshit and to further elucidate on the subject, you have no fucking clue.

Yes, I’m brave enough to admit that I’ve got mental health issues and I’m on a first name basis with ALL of my neuroses. I’m focused enough to get through it somehow. I’m also balanced enough to have my manic phases and not to let the world know that I’m having suicidal ideations. Oh, yeah. That just touches you and you feel like some kind of way about it.

It’s not because of my childhood traumas, nope. That shit I can deal with and have. It’s more of my adult life and the traumas I’ve experienced.

During my years going to school, I knew I was not the one. I had crushes on several people but I knew that if I bought them a Rolex, they wouldn’t give me the time of day. Same thing happened in high school, but 40+ years later, I still have my heart broken for one guy. As a Taurus, he feels that me having feelings for him is inconceivable and he screams, “I’m not GAY!!” Dude. I never wanted sex. Never. To this day, he still believes that two men just holding each other in an embrace is an abomination.

Then along came my first boyfriend, a Leo. He did at one point did love me but it was always on his terms and if I didn’t adhere to that then he’d just dump all over me. My 2nd boyfriend, I’m not sure what sign of the zodiac he was but he was so good to me and if I hadn’t moved, he’d be in my life. We went our separate ways. Then after him, years later I found myself ensconced in the arms of a Gemini who had literally chased after me. I let a year or so go by before I had a date with him.

This specific Gemini led me to believe that I was the only one. It was so much for me to actually move to FLA to be with him. It was good for a while. In the throes of passion, he slapped me on the ass. I spun around and almost clocked him. I said no to that. I said that I had been beaten by my parents and when they did it they were either drunk or clearly on their way to being sloshed. They’d be black out drunk and they wouldn’t remember that they had beaten me for whatever imaginary reason.

My 3rd boyfriend and I were going well in our relationship but I learned that he had personal hygiene issues. He’d wear the same clothes for I don’t know how long and he wouldn’t even brush his teeth. It then turned into a nightmare. He was away for about a month before he dumped me.

The back story is that he wanted me to be both Ozzie and Harriet. I was to go to work and bring home the bacon and the instant I got home, I was to put on my Harriet bonnet and start cooking dinner because he was hungry. I had barely enough time to take off my suit and tie before he started to say shit. I had to apologize to him because being on SSDI and home doing absolutely nothing, I needed to genuflect for being allowed to be in that space with him. Anyway, he was gone and on vacation. I was struggling to pay all the bills for the household. I apparently didn’t pay the cable bill for whatever reason. So now he had been home for a week or so by now and then in the middle of The Sopranos season finale, the cable got shut off. I clearly remember him calling the cable company and paying the bill. I thought it was just a bump in the road and we’d move on from that now. WRONG!!!

Two days later he came to me and told me that we were done. He granted me permission to stay in the house and save money so I could get the fuck out of his life and never to return. I learned later that I was the cause for all of his pain and suffering. Excuse me?!?! I could not have plotted against him to the point where he had to get a pacemaker for his atrial fibrillation. I didn’t know that I had that kind of power over him.

This was back in 2002. I moved back home to be closer to my mother who had just retired. When she passed, I moved again to The ATX.

A few other things happened during that time period and my best friend had then moved to The ATX to be with me. After 38 years of being friends, we got married and then more shit happened. He too had passed but we had 43 years together in the end.

Today it’s 2024 and I’ve been alone since. My husband and I truly loved each other but we both agreed not to consummate our relationship. He was too much and I am a prude. He’d open up the store and give the goods away. Me, I need more time before I would wear my ankles for earrings.

So between 2002 and now, I’ve had a dalliance but I’ve been alone. I’ve told people that if their former partner is in need of help or a hug, they could let me know. I was greeted with, “They don’t have any desire…” I had to reiterate that if that person was in need, I’d be more than happy but I have no desire or need for that. Uh…apparently they hadn’t heard lyrics…”I’d do anything for love but I won’t do that.” Boundaries motherfucker.

Y’all need to get a grip and stop trying to make shit happen. If was destined to become reality, then let it happen organically and don’t force it. Recently I told someone that I had feelings and that after 20 years of hiding them from the world, I could feel them. As usual it ends in disaster and disappointment and that’s all on me. So please don’t. I’m going to die alone and I’m okay with that.

[zumpietoo]

Ummm....I have the flu (just went to sleep immediately at 6PM, 2+ nites in a row) and my new job is pretty busy, sooo nope....but for somebody "spouting gibberish" and "pathetic", they sure do obsess a shitton about me, huh?

See?

Ummm.....nope? To all of the above?

PP's fam is vile, PP is always sad (and where IS Cabana Boi?), by definition, she's endlessly depressed and shares as much routinely. If she likes her family so much, why does she avoid so?

Cole's beyond hot, confirmed (ugly dude's SweatBoi, so fail) and he's hiding? Noooppppee....

Lastly, nope, but this, again, does demonstrate some significant obsession with me....and WTF is your issue with bullets, anyway?

A) Promise? Guess you'll deactivate, then, Silly/janASS?

B) So he's "irrelevant" with a worldwide theatrical release coming in 6 weeks?

C) If he IS so irrelevant, WTF do you even care/certainly won't make any difference, since you're legit nobody, buuut....

D) Says the I heart Peepster and fap to her nonstop when I'm not getting blotto just like account

E) What will you be saying just when CabanaPee split, yet again, in another week or so? Cuz we all know it's coming....

It's beautiful really

I'm guessing this was sheepbrain's sock, then? Does track.....

Meanwhile, wow, dude.....Cole did TWO, almost a year ago, so way to continue your life in the WayBack Machine....

In the interim, he has a bunch of shit coming out and spent the strike doing photography, attending A+++++++ list fashunn events and endlessly vacationing with Ari....

PP? Student film (that's gone into the can) for her cult and purse parties (which everybody else was at couture), moping all over the place. Plus, OFC, none of it matters cuz

A) Cole legit IS rich enough (once again), he could retire tomorrow and never need work again

B) Since I thought SweatBoi (in his crappy apartment with roomies) was "old $$$", shouldn't you be fine with PP not doing anything?

C) Seems like you guys are supremely nervous/starved for "content" and are now trying reallyyyyyy hard to twist shit.

And you mean that SweatBoi cosplayed him and PP got with CB cuz now she could pretend Cole didn't dump her?

Again, PP was wailing (again) just days ago....I don't think she or anybody else would know "okay" if it bit her on the ass....

Oh, also....just realiced, it's heelarious how had I sent shit to them, I'd be "pathetic", when we daily see the anon hate they send me (in fact, I'll be expecting moar in 3.....2....1.....)

[theroyalbengal]

Am I okay?

The absences in my current life from the past life are glaring. But it’s the path I’ve taken to move on.

I tend to look back less since good memories don’t flood back. Good feelings do. Even though I don’t feel them enough.

Being negative does have its perks. Being self-centered as well. Funnily, they both are a match made in heaven. I’d like to think I was like that or else what have I changed in myself? What’s this project I’m working on? What are these thoughts that I note mentally?

When I look inward what do I see? Missed opportunities, regrets, anger. Yes, I see them every time. I see them every day.

When I look outward what do I see? Doubts, trust issues, hate, war. Yes, I see them every time. I see them every day.

I travel quite a bit because of darts. But that’s it. Can’t remember the last time I took a vacation. I have grown tired of it. The travel and the darts but it’s what I do. You gotta do what you gotta do they say.

There is this small flame inside that refuses to die. It keeps my priorities in check. I’ve thought so hard and for so long if I can get back to basketball again. I think I should. Yes, darts is a large part of my life and injuries and severed friendships were a reason to not go back. But right now, my mental psyche plays a larger part than darts.

Many things have happened that have contributed to me losing trust completely in Indian Darts. And weirdly, I’m just being proven right again and again. By inaction on the part of authorities, on performance and just the current state and the refusal to improve. So, I’ve given up – but I’m fucking self-centered. I’m not going to throw away 25+years of time dedicated to the sport.

I talk only about the time dedicated and not the effort. Not the money. Not the support.

I’m guilty at times of not putting enough effort into practicing. I’m guilty of it right now. The money is part and parcel of the game – if you get into it for the money, I’m sorry – you’d rather get a normal desk job. You’re going to earn a more stable income there. Support, is a funny thing. I’ve learned this the hard way. We’ve seen the first labeled villains in movies. Bad people, snakes, whatever you call them. I can’t believe I’m guilty of such people supporting me only to plot their own way to slither by. But yes, I will not sound fair since I do get a lot of emotional and physical support from many people. Family, the few friends that I have, strangers. It feels great and I am lucky and humbled by it.

It's funny when you say stuff like – I’ve walked through the fire, burnt myself and came out stronger. Nope, I’ve gotten out weaker and yes, I’ve burnt myself but I think I’m in this false reality where I think I’ve come out. But I haven’t. There is still a long way to go.

I was reading up on depression and what effects it has on the mental health. I can say that yes, I am depressed but I know how to pull myself out of it. I have a few people who can snap me out of it, who remind me of the important things in life. We all need people like that in our lives.

What makes me feel better? Feel good? Well, I am your average guy so you can imagine what makes me happy. Or whatever that fleeting emotion of satisfaction is called. But do I do things selflessly? Like wanting to help people for nothing in return? Nope. Because that’s flawed. I help people and whatever satisfaction comes from it makes me feel better. So, I do get a return. I am self-centered. And you all are too. It’s totally fine and this is what I say to console myself. It’s the only thing I can say too.

So mental health – Check. I’ll survive.

How do I comprehend the physical spectrum when I look like Cannonbolt from Ben-10?!?! Google it.

So yes, this is why basketball is back. It’s something I never imagined myself doing again ever.

So physical health – Check. I’ll survive. Precautionary measures have been taken.

But still, why do I still feel uneasy? It’s this feeling in my gut that is unnerving. Have you ever felt happy but in the back of your mind know that this feeling of happiness wont last? Something is coming – will you get through it?

I’m writing after a long time because someone asked me to. I’ve always written a sentence, deleted it and then carried on with my day. I honestly don’t know what I’ve written, why I’ve written it or for whom it is.

I think it’s just for me. Something that reminds me of how life is and how I’m supposed to be.

Am I okay?

I'll survive...

[fxllen-rxse]

//Omg.... Wtf.....

Big vent rant under the cut to be deleted later. I may not be at home right now, but this explains how things are going back there. Scroll past if it's not your thing. I completely understand. I'm just venting because it frustrates me to no end...

So I'm from Tulsa, OK. On Saturday night/early Sunday morning a freak wind storm happened. Winds were 100+ mph. 80+ is the criteria to sound the sirens, which were indeed used. Local news tower cam at one point shows footage of almost every transformer within the shot blowing one after the other within seconds. The anticipation of the high winds even prompted a civil emergency alert to be issued at one point.

My husband and I had left for Minnesota the morning before. We knew it was supposed to storm, but nothing like this.

The damage was quite extensive. A vast majority of the city lost power. Poles were down in multiple areas, making most roads impassable. Structures are damaged or destroyed. For lack of better words, this storm has heavily disabled more than half of the city.

As a result, numerous businesses are closed and can't open. This includes multiple gas stations, which the ones who do have power and are open are being overcrowded with many desperately seeking fuel and what little supplies they can get their hands on. Not only that, but heat index this week is nearing or at the triple digits. As one can imagine, without electricity there's no AC.

The city has stepped up and began its own recovery efforts. The mayor immediately signed a disaster declaration. Cooling stations have been opened and crews are working around the clock to clean up and restore electricity. Obviously, it's not happening all at once, but slowly power is getting restored. After all, in one County alone it was near 150,000.

Though, lack of electricity means that most food left in the fridge for about 48 hours should probably be considered spoiled. Already, budgets are tight for many. Having to throw out and replace all of that isn't as easy as it is for some.

I think the major thing that is really bothering me here was that a state of emergency was not declared until 2pm today. The twist? It wasn't our "good ole" governor who did it. Nope, not the Lt. Governor either. It was the Senate President Pro Tem, who was apparently not notified that he was acting governor until about 1pm today.

As for the governor, he's enjoying himself in Paris. Even tweeting about it. No clue where the Lt. Governor is, but he is indeed out of state as well.

So... I'll give the Pro Tem, he got the state of emergency signed within an hour of being told he was acting governor. At least he's actually doing something instead of sending empty thoughts and prayers!

It's so frustrating and infuriating! So far, my husband and I have been fortunate enough to only come out of this with a downed section of fence and at least 2 days without electric. We will have to empty our fridge when we return, but aside from that, everything else looks to be fine. From what we can see, our house didn't appear to make it to 80 degrees inside. So I'm hoping that my refrigerated med will still be fine.

Even though we are not home right now, I can definitely feel all that frustration within the city. It has made it somewhat difficult to actually enjoy this vacation, but we're here and doing our best to make the most of it.

[falconedreams]

TOE = Theory of Everything

Last night I dreamt that I was vacationing in a US national park of some sort, camping. I say that it’s a US national park, because when I went to the administrative lodge to pick up my keys for my cabin, the guy at the counter handed me a rifle along with my keys. I was like, what?! I didn’t ask for it, nor did I pay for it. Then the guy said, “No, it comes complimentary with the cabin. Bears, y’know.” I was like, WHAT?! But who am I to turn down free stuff? I thought I’d just leave it in a corner of the cabin until I was ready to go.

Anyway. During the camp I made friends with a group of local college kids and they were telling me stories about the urban legend of an axe murderer in the area whose victims mysteriously vanished and never returned. Having heard lots of similar urban legends while I was in school, I laughed them off as college kids with overactive imaginations. OH WOW WA I WRONG.

In the middle of the night I awoke to some faint screaming. Not sure why no one else heard it - or maybe they did, and were sensible enough not to come out. Anyway, I'M not sensible, so I went to check out the screaming, along with my complimentary rifle.

There really WAS a lunatic, clad in black and a black ski mask, brandishing a bloody hatchet, running after a father and a daughter who looked and sounded very much like like my OCs, Jared and Merlyn Reading (who was doing the screaming). Jared is an academic who works out in the library and Merl is a tiny little girl, so the murderer was gaining ground on them fast. I shot at the murderer, he fell, and all three of us ran back to the campsite ASAP.

The Readings, like sensible people, immediately fled to the airport and got on the next plane home. I, like a NOT sensible person, stayed behind to call the police and help the police search the crime scene later. There we found many bodies with axe wounds in various states of decay, as well as a freshly shot off human big toe, courtesy of moi. Apparently my aim sucks. The police said they would issue an alert to the nearby hospitals to look out for anyone coming in with a severed big toe.

Well, days turned into weeks and no arrests were made. Then one day I saw on the news, a report on this insane cult started by this eccentric billionaire. He looked like one of those people on true crime documentaries whom their acquaintances always describe as "very charismatic" after the fact, but then you wonder in comparison to what, because month-old goat turds are probably more attractive. Anyway, he'd started a cult in honour of his lost big toe. He said that TOE stood for Theory Of Everything, and that's why his Toe Knows All, and "departed for the spiritual realm" before the rest of him, so that it could convey "cosmic messages" to him about whom he should sleep with next to avert the end of the universe - regular culty bullshit like that. I thought it was a joke and a half until the reporter asked him how he lost his toe, and he looked DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA and gave the EXACT DATE, TIME, AND LOCATION where I'd shot the axe murderer. He said he'd lost it in a "hunting accident" while he was "holidaying" at the camp, but oh, that SMUG LOOK. I was like, oh, this is classic serial killer. They think they're too smart to be caught and are taunting the police. But surely the police will catch on, right? Like this guy practically confessed on TV.

Uhhhhh NOPE I WAS WRONG AGAIN! After a few days of no arrest news and the cult continuing to be covered on TV, I went to the police station and was like WHAT ARE YOU DOINGGGGGG!!! And the police were like well it's too circumstantial you see, lots of people lose toes all the time, it's not a crime to be weird and worship your own toe, freedom of religion. And I was like OMG HE SAID HE LOST IT AT THE EXACT DAY AND TIME AND LOCATION!!!! DNA TEST HIM AND THE TOE I GUARANTEE THEY WILL MATCH!!!! And then they were like well it's still too circumstantial, we can't ask someone so powerful to submit to a DNA test without more concrete proof.

So I was like, fuck you, I’ll get your concrete proof. I attempted to infiltrate the cult and was caught and KO'ed in all of 5 hours because I am not good at Stealth. When I came to I was tied up on an altar in a room alone with the murderous creep and a hanging rack of various.....metallic implements. And the guy was like "Wow you are a lot scrawnier than I expected." And I was like "You were......expecting me? How did you know I was coming?" And he was like, "Duh, did you think the interview was a taunt to the police? It was a trap for YOU! I knew the police wouldn't do anything to someone of my status without overwhelming evidence. But the person who shot at me that night, proved they were the kind of person to put themselves in danger to save others instead of feigning ignorance and saving themselves. I knew they would come for me if the police didn't. And tada, you're here! Only I was expecting some blond-haired blue-eyed white knight hero complex type. YOU look like you would lose a fight to a well-fed cat." And I was like "Er....okay rude but anyway what was the point of you luring me here?" And he was like "Isn't it obvious? You took my big toe, so I’m going to have to take yours. And then.....well, I have all the time in the world to decide what to do with the rest of you." So he turned back to his rack of metal instruments….

And I will never speak ill of the alarm clock again because it THANKFULLY rang and woke me up before anything messed up could happen.

[toomanysurveys9]

Have you done any of the same things as me? [2022 Edition] by joybucket experienced something amazing and miraculous? 🤩 Not miraculous. But amazing, yes. Amazing times with family, like a couple family vacations. Watching my brother graduate basic and AIT. Watching Wyatt start school and learn so much. Got to see my best friend I hadn’t seen in YEARS. Just to name a few.

switched to a new primary care doctor? Nope.

tried a new medication? 💊 Maybe a new cold and flu medicine.

felt afraid to leave the house? Sometimes.

had a new neighbor move in?

Yeah.

met a new neighbor? Yeah, the ones that moved in this past year

read the entire Bible? 📖 Nope.

had a smoothie that tasted really, really good? 🍹 I don’t think so last year, but this year I did!

had some significant health issues? Nope.

made a lot of surveys? I don’t make surveys.

taken a lot of surveys? No. I hope this year I can take more. I have missed doing them and this community.

gave yourself a significant haircut? 💇‍♀️ Not this year.

discovered a new YouTube channel you really liked? I don’t think so.

discovered a new favorite book? 📖 I did not really read too many new books.

re-read a book you really liked? 📖 Yes.

debated reaching out to someone and asking for prayer, but didn’t? 🙏 I don’t believe in prayer.

started taking a new birth control pill? No. Breastfeeding has been a phenomenal birth control.

experienced anaphylaxis? No.

…and then had to be on Prednisone for three months because of it? Nope.

gained weight from a medication? Not from medication.

…and then lost some of it once you were off the medication, but not all of it? Not from medication.

discovered you had steroid-induced diabetes? Nope.

daydreamed a lot? 💭 Oh yeah.

had overdue library books? 📚 Nope.

worn a mask? 😷 I had to at work most of the year. There was a month or two when we didn’t have to at work, but it was short-lived, and I ended up wearing it even though it wasn’t required most of the time anyways because I didn’t want my kids to get sick.

worn a mask when cleaning, because you’re allergic to dust mites? 😷 No.

went days without washing your hair? So many days. With so many people living here and so much on my plate, I’m lucky if I get to actually wash my hair twice a week. But most of the people living here will be moving out soon.

felt overjoyed one day and then depressed the next? Story of my life, although I’m not sure I’d say I was usually overjoyed.

thought about how much you missed going to church? ⛪️ Nope.

thought about how much you missed painting? 🖼 Nope. I’m not artisitic.

….and thought about how you’d like to start painting again? 

Nope.

found out that someone got hit by a car and died while crossing a street that you cross all the time?

Not that I can think of. enjoyed watching the snow fall? ❄️ I was happy to have snow on Christmas day, but that is the only day I’m okay with having snow.

wished you had a car? 🚘 Nope. I wished we had a different car. But at least we have one I guess.

talked to your mom on the phone? 📱 Yeah.

talked to your mom online? 💬 Yeah.

realized none of your bras fit you anymore? Nope.

received a package in the mail? 📦 Stuff I ordered online, yeah.

started watching Youtube Shorts regularly? Nope.

practiced self-hypnosis? 😵 No. I don’t even know what that is.

discovered a new food you really liked? I’m not sure. Nothing specific comes to mind.

discovered your bike had a flat tire? 🚴 I don’t even own one.

made a new playlist of songs you really liked? 🎶 I don’t make playlists. I just use Pandora.

got rid of a ton of old clothes? 👚 Old baby/kid clothes.

ran/walked a Christmas-themed race? 🏃‍♀️ No.

watched your city’s Christmas parade? We don’t have one.

enjoyed eating salads? 🥗 Here and there.

enjoyed eating chocolate pie? I don’t really eat chocolate pie.

celebrated Thanksgiving alone? Nope. My family is too big for that. They’d never allow it.

celebrated your birthday alone? ^^^

didn’t really have a good birthday? It wasn’t bad. 

almost died multiple times? Nope.

enjoyed reading the Bible? 📖 Nope.

danced around your living room? 💃 I did that pretty often with my babies.

written in cursive? ✍️ Only when I had to sign my name... like every day for work.

written in a journal? 📓 Not as often as I wish I had.

written in a one-line-a-day journal? 📔 Nope.

accidentally dropped a dish and broke it? Not that I can remember.

went for a walk through the cemetery on Halloween? No. I take my kids trick or treating.

not brought your camera with you somewhere, and then wished you had? 📸 All the time.

discovered a new really good book? No. Again.

read a book with a character named Simone in it? No.

had a doctor get irritated with you? No.

had a doctor not believe you about something? Not that I can think of.

broke out in acne all over your face? The bottom half of my face. Damn masks.

found out one of your friends had COVID? 🦠 Probably.

wondered if you had COVID? 🦠 I did get COVID last year.

played Mahjong on your phone? 🀄️ Nope.

used a lot of emojis? 🦄 🤪 💃 Probably.

wore a cheetah-print mask? I did not.

worshiped God? 💃 I’m not a believer.

uploaded some new photos to Facebook? A lot of pictures. I’m always uploading photos. Mostly of my kids. We have family in different states that are only able to watch them grow up that way.

sorted through some old photos on your computer? Yeah, probably.

wondered why your fridge was making funny noises? Yeah. Our house is falling apart.

gone for lovely and enchanting walks in the fall? 🍁 I guess.

wore the same outfit for days? Probably.

worn slipper socks? Nope.

gone out to eat with your parents? We do that a lot.

enjoyed looking at your friends’ baby pictures on Facebook? Yeah.

wondered what one of your friends was going to name her baby? Yeah.

wished someone would invite you to church, but no one did? Nope.

took more medication than you were supposed to when you were in severe pain? Nope.

wished autocorrect didn’t make so many annoying errors? Yeah.

wished your cramps would go away? Didn’t really have cramps because I haven’t had a period since before I was pregnant with Nora. So it’s been about two years now.

enjoyed having a conversation with a random stranger while waiting in line for something? Not really.

wished you could see your cousins more? Yeah.

thought about how much you used to love church? Nope.

had a certain traumatic incident keep coming back to haunt you? Yeah.

debated trying to get to know your neighbors more? Not really.

not eaten anything sweet on your birthday? Nope.

….for the first time ever, since you normally eat cake on your birthday? Nope.

eaten a lot of mango popsicles? Nope.

[raven-6-10]

@a-world-in-grey

***

Yup, I was right. This is soooo Angsty. I love it!

Poor Regis and Aulea, they did not expect this to happen. Adagium is supposed to be a fairy tale to scare children with, not an actual thing. Certainly not something that can curse their little girl.

I wonder, did Regis manage to find anything more concerning the Curse in royal archives? Or just more of the same vague warnings and nothing concrete?

(Did he perhaps find some journals written by the Rogue or the Wanderer?)

***

Why am I not surprised that people of course assumed Sola is a bastard. I mean, she's already a bastard but they think she's not even a royal one. Though, did she ever hear those rumours? Did she wonder if her Papa really wasn't her Papa?

Because I can imagine baby Sola asking her parents if this is true and just. Regis and Aulea trying reassure her that she's their daughter, Regis is her dad, please don't listen to what the mean people say.

(Regis is soo going to clear the court after this. The people who started the rumours suddenly feel the need to take extended vacation on the outskirts of Insomnia. Certainly no time to visit the court, nope!)

***

I'm very surprised that they actually did paternity test - that's practically an admission there is a doubt about Sola's parentage. Something that should not be ever said out loud.

Then again, if it's Aulea who insisted on the test, it would be slightly more palatable. Because she surely would not agree to one if she actually had an affair (or at least was uncertain about her daughter's parentage). So it looks more like she's publicly calling nobles' bluff out. After that they can either shut up or face the consequences.

***

The reasons behind Sola's abdication would be different here, right? Less I don't want to be a Queen, it's too much work and more I know people don't want me to be a Queen and will not listen to me if I ever become one. Yikes! This baby is gonna have so many issues before she grows up.

***

What was Sola's reaction when she was told she cannot use her magic at all? From your various posts I got the impression that she used it subconsciously as a toddler to gauge people's moods and to communicate with them. Going from that to zero must have been a shock for her.

***

Just how long the Vitae had sleeper agents/spies in the Citadel?

I can see them having some people always keeping the eye on the Royal Family so they know when the newest baby is to be taken for a trial and they can get an agent to watch the place. Maybe also redirect any reports of unusual stuff happening on and in vicinity of Galahd.

But they most definitely sent additional people after Regis didn't abandon Sola. Just to make sure the kid really was going to be safe.

***

Is Noctis also cursed in this verse? I think he was in the original version of Regis doesn't go to Galahd but not here.

On one hand, less angst for Regis. I don't know how he would cope with having both of his children cursed in some unknown way. (Lie. He would Not Cope At All.)

On the other, this would kind of change the kidnapping, I think. Since Noctis having a healing factor played into it in @secret-engima posts.

Choices, choices.

***

Please, please, tell me that Galahd sent Regis a letter that basically said We picked up your son by accident. Ooops. We thought he was one of ours wayward kids. We are very sorry for the mistake. Could you please come and pick him up?

Ok, last one, I think (I could be wrong (: )

Sola and Thrown to the Wolves au. Specifically, the version where Regis never goes to Galahd, so all he knows is what Mors told him before he died and whatever he found in the archives.

Now please take a moment to imagine all the potential angst that comes from the fact that Regis' first baby is under Adagium's Curse. (Whatever that's supposed to mean, because the royal archives are surprisingly silent on the topic.) His tiny teeny baby girl who was born premature and who fought for her life so fiercely is supposed to be a monster in human skin.

I don't think Regis would ever abandon her, he's not called the Father for nothing. But he's certainly not going to have a good time in this verse. +Sola's less-than-human instincts would probably make things even worse.)

I'm always up for asks if you've got more! (they make for a great breather from studying for finals)

You are right. This is so angsty. >:)

Regis' heart breaks when he puts his little Sunshine through the ritual, when instead of needing the potion held in a white-knuckled grip, Sola's skin slowly knits back together under the faint glow of golden magic. But even as he holds his wailing daughter close, wiping away blood to reveal skin unmarred by so much as a scar, Regis knows he cannot abandon his daughter here. Adagium's Curse or no, Sola is a child. His child.

Regis leaves the broken shards of a potion and doesn't look back.

And the Vitae watching from the shadows wonder.

In this 'verse, Sola grows up having to hide her golden magic. This is not the time of the Rogue or the Wanderer, technology is everywhere and Regis cannot risk Sola living beyond the Wall with the war in an uneasy ceasefire.

The court believes Sola without magic, and rumors abound of Sola not being Regis' daughter at all. Sola looks so like her mother, but she acts much like Cor, and it doesn't take long for the gossips to speculate that Cor and Aulea were having an affair behind Regis' back.

No one in the royal family is amused.

Even after a paternity test is provided to shut up the worst of the gossips, the court pushes against Sola as Regis' heir. Surely the Ring will not accept one without magic, they argue. And for all Regis tries to shelter Sola from the court, he cannot stop everything from reaching the ears of his sharp little girl.

When Sola, all of five years old, tells him that she refuses to be Queen, Regis' heart breaks all over again.

None of the adults tell Sola the truth of her golden magic. They tell her that she cannot use it because it will hurt her and those around her, but they do not tell her about Adagium's Curse. Regis and Aulea hope, that with love and care, their bright and fierce Sun will not grow up to be the monster described in faded legends.

Oh, they see her less than human instincts. Watching Sola so closely, they'd have to be blind to miss them. They worry, because they think this the grain of truth to the legend, a manifestation of the Curse.

And yet... Sola isn't malicious. She's fiercely protective to the point of bordering on possessiveness, more inclined to attack first and ask questions later if she perceives a threat to Hers. But Sola doesn't attack anyone who doesn't attack or threaten her or hers first. She never subjects anyone to abject cruelty. If Regis hadn't seen Adagium's Curse first hand, he'd think Sola simply too similar in temperament to Cor.

Then Sola tears out a man's throat with her teeth.

In the aftermath, Sola's fairly certain she wasn't supposed to overhear Regis, Clarus, and Cor talking in Papa's office. But she does, and she overhears 'Curse' and 'not-human', and Sola's already heard more than a few people referring to her as a monster these past few days to realize that Papa and her uncles are talking about her.

Sola sneaks around the library looking for anything she can on curses, dodging suspicion from her papa and uncles by insisting that she's more than old enough to find her own books. One of the librarians, a woman with really cool dark eye makeup and lipstick, helps Sola with her research. Unfortunately, Sola's unable to find the answers she's looking for, but one afternoon when she's curled up with Noctis for an afternoon nap, Sola resolves that Curse or not, monster or not, she will protect her little brother. No matter what.

When Sola's old enough to formally apprentice to Cor, Regis shares his magic with her, as Noctis is still too young yet to properly create a Retinue bond. There's no question Sola is Noctis' Sword, just as there's no question that Gladio and Ignis are his Shield and Heart, but they're planning to wait until Noctis is at least sixteen.

Only, Noctis gets kidnapped before that can happen, then picked up by a wandering Vitae and brought back to Galahd.

Where originally Noctis would be utterly baffled by Galahd's insistence that Regis was a bad father, Galahd knows how Regis loves and cares for Sola despite her so-called 'curse.' Galahd knows it to be no curse, knows Sola's non-human instincts instead come from the Draconian's Blessing (Galahd's been dealing with those same dragon instincts for millennia, they know it when they see it and Sola's very dragon).

Regis knows none of this. He had every reason to abandon baby Sola to her death and erase her from the records.

He didn't. He lied. He kept her hidden, kept her safe and loved as best he could, and the handful of Vitae spies hidden amongst the Citadel staff have seen it all.

It seems the Father is the Mother's child after all.

When Regis and Sola arrive, Regis demanding to know where his son is with Sola's rumbling growl reverberating through their bones, Sola's growl cuts off with a jerk of surprise when one of the Furia trills at her, reassurance-Hoard-safe-not-seeking-fight brushing up against the embers of gold magic suppressed inside her soul. Sola stares at the Furia with wide eyes, because no one, not even Uncle Cor for all his growls and chuffs, has ever responded in such a way to her.

Things get sorted out, and before they leave for Insomnia, Sola and Noctis and Regis get to meet their aunt/sister and cousin/nephew, and Sola's given an invitation to come back to Galahd to properly train her gold magic.

@secret-engima if you want to add anything from Galahd's perspective feel free to join in!