#I'm nervous enough about it that I don't think I'd be able to focus on this anyway once I'm back in work mode tomorrow. :/

[fuctacles]

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Eddie walks up the stairs faster than he should, and has to even out his breathing just like the first time. He barely knocks on the door before it opens, but he did say he'll be up shortly. 

"Come in." Steph moves to the side to let him inside. Her hair is down now, and she's changed her jeans to a pair of sweatpants, looking soft and domestic. Having no idea what it does to Eddie's heart. 

He rolls on the balls of his feet awkwardly, and spots Dart, blinking at him from his perch on the back of the couch. Steph picks up a small white bottle from the coffee table, and he focuses attention back on her. 

"This is a leave-in, so after washing your hair and drying it with a towel, you rub a bit in your palms," she explains. "And like, rub it into your hair?" She frowns, nose scrunching adorably. "Like this." Steph hands him the bottle before showing the motion on her own hair. "And focus on the ends, maybe up to here." Gently pulling on a strand of Eddie's hair, she points to about half of its length. "Then you can let it air dry. It should help with the dry ends," she finishes off, absentmindedly running her hand through his curls. 

He hopes it's a him thing, and not just a hair thing. 

"Questions?" she asks, her eyebrows raising. Unfortunately, she seems to register her movements too, and drops her hand to curl it around her waist. Fortunately, it accentuates her breasts.

Eddie shakes his head. 

"But, Wayne ordered me to keep you company before you go mad from talking to cats." He raises his hands when her eyes squint. "His words, not mine. I think he's just tired of me and wants me to bother someone else for a change. Which," oh no, he's rambling, but it's too late to stop it. "I'm not imposing myself on you, I can go grab some cigarettes from the convenience store. You had a long day at work, you must be tired. Of me, too."

His hand squeezes tighter around the bottle of conditioner. Steph's eyebrows are arched and unimpressed.

"Which one of those was a question?"

Right. Eddie licks his lips, and her eyes follow.

"May I keep you company on this fine evening?" he asks. 

"You may," she accepts with a courteous nod and a small smile. Unfolding her arms, she turns to the kitchen, the last bits of tension seeping out. "Beer? Tea?"

"In your presence, milady, simple rain water will suffice." He presses his lips together. It's either rambling or nerdiness, when he's nervous. Usually both. 

Steph only shrugs, one hand on the fridge handle as she looks at him expectantly. 

"I just ran out, you have to pick something else."

"Beer, please." He smiles, relieved she's playing along. 

She uncaps two beers for them and takes a look through her cupboards. 

"I'd offer you a snack, but... all I have is popcorn. Do you want popcorn?" She looks over her shoulder at him. 

"Salt or butter?"

"I have both."

"Salt, then. Don't like my hands greasy."

He doesn't like his hands greasy in the presence of a fine lady, that is. 

While they watch the bag spin in the microwave, Eddie lets his mouth spit out what's been on his mind for the past couple of hours.

"Wayne's cast is going off this Thursday."

"It's been long enough," she nods thoughtfully. "Will he be able to walk?"

"With a crutch, yeah, but he won't be needing me anymore." He picks at the label on his beer. "So I'll be going back to Indy next week. Or this weekend."

"Ah, that's a pity. We just met." She pouts. 

The microwave dings, Steph pops it open and the smell of popcorn fills the kitchen. Eddie isn't sure if her words were genuine or just a pleasantry, but she doesn't seem like pleasantries kind of person.

They move to the living room, at least one pair of cat eyes watching them curiously. Dart is still in his spot on the couch and doesn't move a muscle when they sit down. 

"When are you visiting next?" she asks, popping a kernel into her mouth. "Thanksgiving?" 

"Probably," he says, even though it wasn't his plan. He was going to wait Thanksgiving out and stay a day or two longer for the Christmas break. But if Steph was in any way interested in him, it would be worth the gas money and time spent behind the wheel. "Do you have any plans?"

Steph tucks her legs up on the couch, gets comfortable. The bowl of popcorn rests between them and Eddie can't wait for it to be gone. 

"I'd usually go with Robin to see her parents, but I'm trying to wrap up on the salon thing. I want to tell Joyce before the year ends, maybe look at places in Indiana starting in January."

Eddie raises his eyebrows. 

"I thought it was a more distant thing."

"Me too," she sighs. "But I'm probably just scared of change, and making it sound like more work than it is."

"Uh, I think opening a salon in a new city is a lot of work," Eddie points out, leaning forward to face her better. "And moving? It's a lot. But hey," he adds quickly, noticing that she has shrunk on herself. "I'll help however I can. Give you a couch to sleep on while you're looking for the perfect place."

She snorts.

"Thanks, I might take you up on that."

It would be weird, having Steph in his small bachelor apartment that he shares with a friend. But the idea sounds too alluring not to let it run his imagination for a second. Maybe she won't have anything to sleep in and Eddie would have to lend her a t-shirt. Something unmistakably Eddie-ish, like a brand telling everyone else to back off. 

"I could show you around, too. I know the best pizza and Chinese places and which cafe's to avoid," he offers.

She cocks her head, watching him with a smile, the small but visible lines in the corners of her eyes crinkling. 

"Planning a date already?"

Eddie's eyes widen. He kind of was.

But Steph doesn't seem repulsed, she's smiling at him with amusement, completely relaxed on her couch, beer in hand. So he shoots his shot. 

"I hope I'll get a few before then," he admits, looking her in the eyes, straight into her soul.

She hums, the smile still present but somehow turning sour. 

"When? You're leaving in a few days."

"That's a few days worth of dates," he counters. 

"You're gonna sweep me off my feet and leave? That's not nice," she points out.

"I—" Eddie frowns. "Yeah, I know," he deflates. Steph's right, he already feels insane and it would get only worse if he got a proper taste. 

She twists in her seat, feet landing on the carpet. He turns with a sigh, ready to be kicked out. He can always try next time, right?

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[delyth88]

Pretty pleased with what I managed today - nearly 2000 words. Got through most of the scene and know the last few bits I need to write for it. Only one more major scene to go, but as is the way I expect in thinking about this a few more little bits will pop up. But this now feels like something I could complete a first draft for in the near future. :)

I'm curious to see once I read it all together whether it's actually as interesting as I imagined before writing it. lol

Trying to get back into writing one of my WIPs tonight. It's been so long that I had to read what I've written so far to remember where I was up to.

Now it's almost bedtime.

Sigh.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

hi hi i saw your kinktober post and was wondering if you could write james wilson x male reader having morning/sleepy sex?

absolutely! thanks for the request <3

Kinktober 2024 Day 21: James Wilson x male reader having morning/sleepy sex

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, morning/sleepy sex, slight praise kink, handjob (reader receiving), blowjob (Wilson receiving)

It wasn't often that Wilson experienced mornings where he got to sleep in. Usually he was up bright and early, already gone off to work by the time you finally stumbled out of bed. However, he'd been working more lately and Cuddy insisted that he at least take one day off so he could get some extra rest. Not wanting to argue, he agreed, which is what led him to be spending the morning wrapped up in your arms.

For once, you found yourself waking up before he did, his chest slowly rising and falling as he laid in the bed next to you. Despite still being partially asleep, you were awake enough to have a certain problem plaguing you.

Luckily the morning wood you were experiencing hadn't gotten too bad yet, so you could instead focus on the gorgeous man beside you. One of your hands reached out to gently brush his hair back from his face, an action that startled him awake.

"Wh- What time is it?" He groggily questioned in a slight panic as he sat up some, acting as though he was worried about being late for work. You simply rolled your eyes in affection.

"Just past nine, but it doesn't matter much anyway. Cuddy gave you the day off, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," he mumbled as he laid back down, letting out a deep sigh as he tried his best to get comfortable. Unlike House, he found it difficult to just turn off his emotions and ignore all the possible patients he wasn't able to take care of while being at home.

"Hey, I think I might know of a way to help you relax," you suddenly suggested in a low and sultry voice as you moved a bit closer to him on the bed.

He glanced over at you, his cheeks tinting pink when his eyes wandered down to the visible bulge that was showing through your sleep pants. A noise escaped him that sounded almost like a flustered scoff. "Why must you do this so early in the morning?"

"First of all, it's not that early, otherwise I'd still be asleep," you corrected casually, appearing amused at the way he was acting. "Second, it was just a suggestion. You're welcome to decline it if you'd like."

"I didn't say that," he muttered under his breath after averting his gaze, trying his best to not look directly at you and the smug expression you currently had on your face. It was so easy to embarrass him in terms of sex. You were convinced it was because of just how little men he'd actually been with before meeting you.

"Would it help convince you if I promised to return the favor?" Your smirk widened into a grin at the way his cheeks went from a bright pink to a deep red in the blink of an eye.

"You're awful," he said even as he shifted a little bit closer to you on the bed, debating on whether or not he should take you up on your offer. "You promise to return the favor afterwards?"

"Of course I will. I find it hurtful that you think I wouldn't," you replied with a feigned look of offense.

Wilson rolled his eyes at your response, trying to hide his current anxiety. It wasn't that he didn't like touching you, he just felt a little awkward, as if he was worried he might end up doing something wrong.

You could tell he was feeling a little apprehensive. It wasn't anything new, so you weren't that surprised by it. "Hey," you said in a much softer tone than before as you reached your hand out to him, resting it on his shoulder as a sign of comfort. "I can help guide you, okay? You don't have anything to worry about."

He nodded his head while taking a deep breath. "Okay, okay. Sorry, I guess I'm just nervous."

"You have nothing to be nervous about, baby. We've had sex before, you know how to touch me in the ways that I like." You removed your hand from his shoulder so you could use it to slip down your pants some, just enough to pull your half-hard cock out.

Swallowing thickly as he watched you, he tentatively reached his hand out to touch it, glancing up at you to make sure what he was doing was okay.

"It's okay, you can touch me," you gently coaxed as your hand moved to his, helping to direct him wrap his hand around your cock.

The low groan of pleasure you let out at the contact boosted his confidence a little, and he slowly began to stroke you while watching to see your reactions. It helped reassure him to know he was doing a good job.

"There you go, baby, good job. You're doing so well for me," you praised in a somewhat raspy voice, one that had his own cock jolting forward in his pants. He decided to ignore it for the time being, trying to remain fully focused on you instead.

His thumb lightly brushed over your tip, smearing the milky precum a little as his fist continued its job at pumping your hard shaft. "D- Does that feel good?" He asked in a slightly hesitant manner, almost as if he expected you to say no.

You could only let out a series of grunts and moans as pleasure began to overtake your body, which gave him the answer he needed in order to keep going. The sound of you in complete and utter ecstacy over something that he was doing was like music to his ears.

He kept the same steady pace as he jerked you off, his hand only moving a little bit quicker when he could tell that you were getting close. You came not long after that, hot and sticky ropes of white cum getting on his fist.

"Sorry about that," you apologized in a relaxed manner as you grabbed the tissues off the nightstand and used them to clean up. He could never understand how you always managed to remain so nonchalant and unbothered even post-orgasm. "Your turn?"

"Um, y- yeah." He unwrapped his hand from around your cock, which was now starting to soften. Even though he'd just woken up, he was still tired, as if he hadn't slept. How he currently felt more exhausted than you did, he had no idea. Maybe Cuddy was right to give him the day off after all.

"Lay back," you gently instructed after fixing your pants again, moving to get between his legs. He did as you told him to, feeling his face flush at just how noticeable his boner was through his sleep pants. "You can relax, honey. I know how tired you must be."

As he watched you carefully pull out his cock, he couldn't help but think about just how perfect you were. All this time he was worried about trying to find the perfect woman to take care of when what he really needed was the perfect man to take care of him instead.

A throaty whine threatened to escape from him the moment he felt your lips wrap around his throbbing tip, his hands tightly clutching at the bedsheets as his cock disappeared into the warm, moist cavity of your mouth.

It felt so good, that much he couldn't deny. If there was one thing you knew how to do properly, it was give someone a blowjob, or more specifically, him.

Despite the fact you were literally sucking him off, he'd never felt more calm or relaxed in his life. His hands slowly released the sheets as he laid further back against the pillows, simply enjoying the moment. He was going to have to take days off much more often.

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[for-a-longlongtime]

Good lord what is the young Joel and Marcus wip 😏

ANON come here and let me kiss you on the forehead!! This one is special to me 😍

First of all... young!Joel Miller x young!MarcusMoreno is not a pairing that comes completely out of nowhere. As a matter of fact, they're lurking in my masterlist, tucked into a story, but I don't want to spoiler it for other people who may not have read some of the fics I wrote last year.

However, if you know - you know. 😏

Let's get into it:

This is probably one of the heftiest WIPs that I haven't posted anything from yet, as the doc clocks in at about 5K so far - and it's actually going to be a series! I'd say a tentative 9 to 10 (not super long, hopefully LOL) chapters at this point. And I'm actually going to try to have most of this written, or at the very least have half of it done before I post the first chapter, just to make things a little more manageable for myself.

We meet Joel and Marcus in Austin, TX when they're about 20 and 21 years old, and the series will span a period of approximately twenty five years actually, so I'm very excited about that! They meet in a bar - that Joel isn't supposed to be at, because he's not of legal drinking age - when they're trying to break up a fight among their friends, which results into the two of them getting kicked out.

Joel has been working long, long days in construction for a few years in order to support himself and Tommy, as their parents died when Joel was 16/17 years old. One of the reasons why he rolled into that line of work - besides the money - is because the childhood house that they still live in needs so much work done, and the only way he could think about being able to afford that somehow is by learning how to do all the work himself because he'd never be able to afford a contractor.

His life couldn't be any more different than Marcus', who is busy with college and who tries to hide a part of his life for most people - namely that his father is the leader of the Heroics and his mother is a Heroics trainer. There is the expectation that he's going to follow in their footsteps, but his powers haven't shown up yet, so he's trying to focus on blazing his own path.

They end up becoming friends, and music plays an important role in that; the series takes place in the (early/mid) nineties, so get ready for a good amount of grunge / rock / etc. There are a lot of twists and turns in their story (apparantly Little Beast was only the beginning of a whole lot of angst/drama pouring into my fics), so I don't want to reveal too much it, but let's just say that it's a tough ass road and things don't go the way they've planned.

But! I do have enough written so far that I can show you a little snippet of a very rough outline from chapter 2:

Joel and Marcus listening to grunge music and smoking so much pot at Joel's place. Careful first kisses. Giggling about it as they’re so stoned and kind of nervous. (They only smoke pot when Tommy isn’t around/going to be home that night, also to help manage Joels aches as he tends to be sore after a long day at the construction site - that's half of the reason why Marcus brings over weed). They’re both too high to do anything that requires much coordination but Marcus starts grinding against Joel’s dick and they eventually get eachother off that way, clothes still on, sitting on the couch. There are more kisses while they're both still panting, now with a giggle in between breaths every now and then, and the weed just makes them lose track of time - and it's not all that long before Joel finds himself grinding his hips up against Marcus again. "Fuck. Fuck, I…." He can't find the words, especially not when Marcus rocks back against him, just a little slower on his refractory period. "I want…. Fuck. 'm too high. I can't…" Marcus hushing him with another kiss and Joel moans, grabbing Marcus' hips and shifting on the couch, until Marcus is on his back and Joel on top of him. Nudging his hips into Marcus until they line up, still fully dressed, and the little “oh my god” once he gets it right. "Take it, take it, take it," Marcus panting under him, holding onto Joel's broad shoulders, which makes Joel moan against him, and when Marcus' hands grab Joel's ass, something just clicks inside of Joel's brain. And despite that everything is still slow and soft, he just goes feral because he wants it - wants Marcus - so goddamn bad "Wish I was inside you," against Marcus' ear, and Marcus cries out at that, imagining it, and because it feels so good that Joel is fucking his cock against him. "I wish I…" And not all of it is coherent, it's a string of words that fall from his lips, but he kind of talks Marcus through it, what he wants to do to him, and Marcus just loses his shit because holy fuck, Joel's voice is so deep when he's been smoking like this, and nobody has ever talked to him like this while getting off, and he loves it.

Thanks again for asking, Anon!! I honestly can't wait to write more on them and to eventually share these boys with all of you.

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[scrubbinn]

Mimic HRT: month 21 “Mended patience”

“Mx, are you alright? Is there something I could get you, water, earmuffs? You can ask if there's anything you need.”

“Huh? Oh, no water please. And I'm fine. It's just…”

“It's scary, right? Dealing with doctors I mean. I'd imagine being here is scary enough. Don't worry, everything will be ok. Now let's see… You're Jasmine, right? Jasmine Elwood? You use Gard/Graden neo pronouns, yes?

“Y-yes, that’s right.”

“It's a lovely name. You're a bit early, but I'll page Erian to check if he can see you now. You can take a seat if you like, and be sure to ask if you need assistance with anything.” 

“um, are you a therian? I'm in the right clinic, yeah? it's just, I thought there would be others working here.”

“I'm an otherkin. A mimic. Almost two years in at this point. I just like using my human form when I work. It's tough to maintain but it's harder to work a computer otherwise. I'm currently an assistant to Dr. Erian, and also the receptionist for the next few months after the last one suddenly quit. I swear the more I work here the more I wonder how this place managed to stay afloat for so long. Sorry, I don't mean to make this place sound bad or cheap. It's helped me quite a lot with becoming who I was meant to be. I'm sure you'll find exactly what you're looking for here.”

“...Thanks.”

“Oh, looks like the doctor will see you now. But one last thing before you go in. You can choose if you would like to meet Dr. Erian alone, or if you wish for an assistant such as myself to sit in with you to make sure everything is more comfortable-

“Yes. that. Please. Uh, if that's ok.”

“Sure thing! Please follow me.”

* * * 

“Hello. I'm Dr. Erian, and you would be Ms. Elwood, correct? Is that your actual family name? You'll need to use your real name or else there could be legal trouble. Eitherway, I’ve taken the time to read through most of the files that were transferred from your old provider. It seems you just entered your first year on a normal HRT which is good, we wouldn’t be able to give you this treatment otherwise. Now then, let’s take a look at the documentation you filled out for me. You should be grateful that we’ve now moved to an informed consent model due to certain clientele. Ahem, anyways, it says here you’re looking to become a golem? Odd, with your name I assumed you-

“Doctor. Please focus on the client, and don’t make assumptions.”

“Right. Well, switching from a carbon based lifeform to silicon is tricky and involves crossing not just a species threshold but also a biological one. Not to mention there could be a lot of damage to your body if anything goes wrong. Perhaps you could explain why you think you're a golem?”

  “I, um, I- I’m sorry. I’m just a little nervous right now. I have trouble speaking sometimes.”

“Speak up Ms, I couldn't make out what you were- ow. Mayday! May I remind you that-

“Sorry about that Jasmine. You can ignore him for now. Focus on me and let’s take some deep breaths together. In and out ok? In and out, there you go! Do you think you could tell me what being a golem is like?”

“Um, it’s just, it’s just who and what I am. I can’t really describe it. It’s the only thing I can see myself as. There's some days where I just lie outside completely still and let nature move around me. It's peaceful.”

“Ok! Did you get that doc?”

“Sigh, alright fine. At least it sounds like you've been living as your preferred species for a while now. I suppose we can move on to other topics. It will take some time to formulate the proper medication for something like this, but through modern magic and medicine, it can be done. Now, we'll need to go over some paperwork, mostly an acknowledgement of potential risk. You could no longer be considered human depending on legal changes. I'll give you time to look it over.”

“Um, do… Do you know what I might look like if I took this medication? I know what I am but I'm a bit scared something is going to happen.”

“I could show you if you want, I have an idea of what you might want based on what you've told me…

…Well, what do you think? Oh! Please don't touch, I'm not actually made of rocks and you might poke a tooth.”

“Sorry it's just. You look like me. The real me.”

“Well doc? Think we can make something like this?”

“I suppose so, it won't have the specific details, but the general shape is possible. Let's continue the discussion on your treatment first, and if you agree, then we can have a prescription ready in a month.”

* * *

“You performed Adequately Ms. Mulberry. Perhaps you'll actually make a decent assistant, and it seems Ms. Elwood will have a bright future thanks to this clinic. There aren't any other client meetings today, so I'll have you handling prescriptions to send out to pharmacies. Before that though, how has the progress gone on documenting your species?”

“If you mean my mimicry in general, it's going well. I'll have my findings on your desk next month. If you mean learning about the other voice I've been hearing. No luck there. It doesn't show up unless I'm feeling some kind of extreme emotion. Looking back it feels like it wasn't just one voice, but several. It's hard to figure out, some of the others in the THEMS group have some ideas as to what it could be.

“Being influenced by the thoughts of a third party with no medical experience isn't going to solve anything. Please look into it further on your own. I can't move forward with patenting this medication without knowing if this is a potential side effect, or if it's just something in your head..”

“That certainly didn't stop you with me. Look, I'm still going to work with the support group if they can help. Plus when I start my therapy sessions it's going to be something that'll have to come up at some point. Someone else is going to be involved in this. What you should be focusing on right now is Jasmine's treatment.”

“Yes I really should start working on her tre-

“You mean garden treatment. And stop saying Ms. It's Mx. Gard listed garden gender as a non-binary option.”

“Yes, whatever. I have a lot of things to keep track of. Can't keep up with every little detail about a patient. That's your job now, and don't go forgetting who's in charge here! Your little blackmail attempt amounted to nothing. So don't go cutting me off again! Not now, and especially not during client meetings! I have the power to fire you if I see a single slip up. Remember which of us is the doctor and which of us is the assistant. Now then, I expect a report of your mimic status by next week and you should hurry along to fulfill your duties to our clients.”

“What do you mean it amounted to nothing?”

“Excuse me? What are you saying?”

“I'm saying that I'm here right now aren't I? I don't mean that you gave me this job, I mean you gave me legal access to all those files I wanted. It's kind of crazy you didn't realize. I guess I hit the nail on the head when I assumed you'd see me as an opportunity to show other therians that you're on our side. But now, I have complete access to everything and I can legally be a whistleblower to the public here. If you ever hurt me again, I'll send out everything. And I won't even be affected. After all, I'm just an innocent assistant concerned for the safety of the general public. I'm sure with your reputation completely sunk, it wouldn't be hard to replace you. There's a number of other doctors that would kill to have your position. You wouldn't survive.”

“You're implying I still have a reputation to lose. I felt pity for you when you fought for the last spark of hope in your life, to see you squandering it on threats like this… Are you truly so vain that you feel the need to pretend your bluff had weight.”

“Erian, I'm saying this for your own benefit. If people knew what kinds of things you did in this clinic. I don't mean you'd lose your medical license or be run out of town. I'm pretty sure they'd come after your life. This isn't a threat, this is a warning. We're equals here now, whether you like it or not. I could be much worse, but I've decided to play nice.”

“...I see. Sigh, I'll die of stress from you at this point. Why even work here if you hate it and myself so much?”

“Mayday, the actual Mayday, wanted to work here before she forgot everything. She wanted to learn how to help people. I feel like I owe her that much. I don’t care if I have to step over you or any other bigot to reach that goal.”

“Of course you’d say something hokey like that. Always painting your actions as the only noble ones around you. You really are a monster the media made you out to be.”

“You're the one who made me like this. I had to relearn everything about playing human. Besides, you should have known something like this would happen eventually. If not me then someone would have found enough dirt on you. You're kind of sloppy when you hide evidence… Huh, I thought this kind of conversation would make me more angry, but this has been oddly calming. I suppose it's me no longer recognizing you as a threat. Congrats, now we know others mimics won't inherently hate you. At least not always. Now I just see you as potential food.”

“Food? Tell me then Ms. Mulberry, Did a part of you enjoy the taste of flesh?”

“Don't push it. How about you get back to work, I have patients to care for.”

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[taleofturtleclan]

Umm... so... I'm not dead! It's been... probably a year now since I posted. A lot happened (mostly good! I'm a grad student now) in my life and I ended up stepping away from this. But every time I thought about making a post addressing it, I got nervous that I would promise to come back and then not be able to due to my schedule. But I think I'm finally at a point where I could start posting again. I know it's pretty unlikely anyone really remembers this story or has interest in it, but I'd like to try continuing it in some form. I'm still debating how I want to go about that and where I want to pick up. Because frankly, there's a lot of interesting stuff in the future of TurtleClan, but the beginning was very, very slow. Like we didn't get our first litter of Clanborn kits until after moon 60 slow.

This was in large part my own doing-- I typically play with "allow kits with unknown second parent" off, because I prefer to focus mostly on relationships within the Clan, and when I started this save. At this point, if you had allow unknown second parent on, every cat in the Clan would be bringing back kits within a few moons, and I didn't want my Clan to boom that fast. I felt it didn't allow enough time for relationships to develop between cats in the Clan before they started having kits with outsiders. Because I usually limit my cats to parenting a single litter (or two if their first litter is small/dies off) to preserve genetic diversity, this meant that if I had the setting turned on, my cats would typically ONLY have kits with outsiders. I still feel that way and tend to keep the setting off, though I've learned my lesson now and have turned the setting on a few times for one of the other Clans that will eventually form outside of TurtleClan.

So I'm currently considering my options. I've considered starting over, doing a timeskip, or switching focus to one of the other Clans that will form, but ultimately I think I want to stay with TurtleClan. There's also a lot of interesting character stuff that happens here and there in those first 60 moons so I don't want to skip it completely. Right now I'm thinking maybe I will try to spend less time on the early moons, and move the story along towards the point where stuff actually starts happening. I'm not certain yet. But I just wanted to say I do hope to come back soon, and hopefully get some people interested in the story again. I probably won't have a solid schedule or anything, and I'm still not really sure what I want to do with formatting, but frankly I miss drawing and writing about these cats!!! Thanks for reading this long ramble!

[modelbus]

did you ever plan on making a part two to your accidental confessions fic with wilbur? would love to read more!! <3

Your wish is my command <3

Check out Part 1!!

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur x Gn!Reader

Friends to Lovers - Accidental Confession Part 2

“I have the worst headache.” Wilbur groans, rubbing his temples while collapsing into the chair next to you.

You poke at the cheap hotel breakfast, trying to ignore the nerves fluttering around in your stomach. Last night was fresh in your mind, occupying every bit of thinking space. Wilbur’s dopey grin, his words. The only question was if he remembered it. If he truly meant it all.

From across the table, Ash raises his eyebrows at you. You nudge his foot with yours, a silent threat. If Ash brings it up, you will ensure his suitcase "accidentally" gets left behind.

“Don’t drink so much wine next time.” You suggest, dropping your fork onto the plate. Your plastic fork, might you add. The hotel didn't even offer metal utensils.

“God. I don’t even want to perform.”

“That’s why our concert is tomorrow.” Mark chimes in. “Because we all knew you’d hate having it today.”

“You are a fucking genius, Mark.” Wilbur slumps further down into his chair, and you stand. Joe doesn't even look up from the plate of food he's absolutely devouring.

“I have to grab my wallet. Anyone else need stuff?”

Silently, you pray they let you go alone. Really, you only think you could face Mark or Joe right now. Even though Wilbur was the one you were trying to avoid, Ash definitely knew something was up between the two of you. And that was assuming Wilbur didn't run his drunk mouth last night.

“I’ll come with you.” Wilbur quickly says, also getting up. “To grab Ash’s camera.”

A rush of nerves fills you, but you shrug. He hasn’t said anything about last night yet, so what are the chances he’ll say something now? Or at least that's what you're telling yourself.

The two of you walk down the halls in complete silence. You attempt to focus on anything but his presence beside you. The blue carpet, the beige walls. You’re suddenly really fucking glad your rooms are on the first floor. An elevator ride might've killed you. You couldn’t just forget what he said, not when you so desperately wanted it to be true.

“I’ll grab my wallet while you grab the camera?” You suggest, unlocking your door with a swipe of your keycard.

Wilbur follows you into your room though, not going along with your plan. “We aren’t in a rush. Are we?”

“Maybe.” You grab your wallet off the bedside table, turning to see him lingering by the doorway when you make to walk out. “Time-wise it made more sense, but if you want to be slow-“

He reaches out and loosely grabs your wrist, making your words die in your throat and your legs stop moving. It's the contact, more than anything else. The feeling of his warm hand touching your skin makes your heart pound wildly.

“Calm down, okay? I can tell you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous." You boldly lie, barely able to look him in the eyes for a second.

"I'd like to think I know you well enough to know when you're lying." He scoffs. "If this is about last night-"

"It's not. About last night, that is." You cut him off.

His hand falls away from your wrist, but neither of you moves from that too-small doorway. Part of you mourns the loss of contact, while the other part is just trying to calm your heart before you go into cardiac arrest.

This is a challenge, one you can't back down from without losing. You're more afraid of what he's going to say next than anything that happened last night. Will he drop it? Unlikely, Wilbur also never backed down. What will he say?

"No?" He asks, and you pick up on the glimmer of amusement in his tone.

"No."

"So you aren't interested in if my feelings changed at all from last night then?"

Your eyes are drawn to him in surprise, only to see him grinning at you. Shit. You've played directly into his trap. This is why you don't play chess with him anymore.

But you'd be lying again if you told him no. Every bit of you was itching to know if he really meant it last night, to the point that you could jump out of your own skin. Every bit of you was hoping to hear things hadn't changed.

"Have they?" You speak so quietly that he has to lean in close to you. Or maybe he's just leaning in because he wants to.

You can't look away now, not from him. For a second the entire world seems to hang in its balance around the two of you.

"Lets check."

His lips crash onto yours, and he's suddenly kissing you. It hardly takes you a second to register what's going on and kiss him back. Wilbur braces an arm on the doorway behind you, and the two of you pull apart.

"Have an answer yet?" You ask.

"I think I need another kiss to tell. What do you think?"

"Yeah, I think that would help."

This time, when both of you manage to pull away, he steps out of the doorway. You follow after him without hesitation, letting the hotel door shut behind you with a soft click.

"Yeah." He nods.

"Yeah?" You echo, confused.

"Yeah, my feelings have changed." Your heart drops. His feelings have changed? After you fucking kissed? Twice?

"I definitely like you more than I did last night." He grins, and you hit his chest.

"Asshole!"

Wilbur laughs loudly, and you find yourself grinning with him.

[llycaons]

okay let me organize. this will probably take me to next year but I do want to prioritize what was already on my list

already up there, no matter the quality:

sorceror to the crown

when fox is a thousand

a taste of gold and iron (if I ever get around to it...)

sistersong - need to give this one a shot

snow crash

tress of the emerald sea - my baby brother LOVES this one I must not disappoint new:

anna karenina - my mom likes this one and I'm excited for the drama and writing

don quixote - a parody, I think

the count of monte cristo - I saw the movie! definitely on the list

the bluest eye - I was unable to keep reading this one when I initially started it but I really love morrison's other works so I'm bringing it back now

the metamorphosis - on the list but not available as an audiobook so it could be a while

things fall apart - definitely a priority, but not available as an audiobook

dracula - available but im saving it for halloween. the structure intrigues me. I tried doing the dracula daily but got bored

frankenstein - on the list!

gods of jade and shadow - not considered a classic but I still want to read it, don't want it to be left behind now that I'm in another bout of book-reading

giovvani's room - 14 weeks wait :(

journey to the west - I think I know enough to be able to follow it but maybe an annotated copy would be better

epic of gilgamesh - release an audio version 🥺🥺🥺 pleaseeee

one hundred years of solitude - I do want to read this but I think I will need help

crime and punishment - I tried to read this one when I started college but it was DENSE. lower priority

moby dick - I have friends into this one!

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See - this looks extremely well-researched and I'm pretty intrigued by the language that's referenced, the one that women use to communicate with each other

The Bonesetter's Daughter by Amy Tan - I like Tan's work, and this one is new to me

The Book of Chuang Tzu - so this is a chinese classic, written in the 4th century. goodrreads claims 'Where the Tao Te Ching is distant and proverbial in style, the Chuang Tze buzzes with life and with insights, often with considerable humour behind them." and if that's true I would love to read it

The Activist's Tao Te Ching: Ancient Advice for a Modern Revolution - I have no way to know how good this book is but the concept definitely interests me. it reminds me of an article about taoism's relationship to anarchism I read years ago. the summary makes me a little nervous tho

I've already read all of austen and the brontes I've wanted to, I read les mis, no interest in little women, I hate oscar wilde on a personal level, I struggle a lot with surrealism so I'm sticking to more conventional structures, I don't have a lot of interest in white 20th-century americana, I consider ishiguro's books to be modern classics with beautiful writing but they make me too sad, hmm why the fuck is call be by your name on this list...I'm interested in Taoism in novels but I haven't found a lot that offer that besides the danmei I've already read (ha) but it sounds like it will be a definite theme in JTTW. another reason to get an annotated copy. all the books I'm finding look like they're written by white academics anyway. I mean there's THE Tao Te Ching but I definitely need that one annotated and I think it would be difficult for me to focus on since it sounds a little dry.

I do want to get into historical texts like jttw it's just a question of how much I'd understand which is why an annotated physical copy is probably the way to go with something like that. like I saw an excerpt of the tale of genji and I was completely lost

[ladyseidr]

So, as you may know from his muse page, Rory has ( obviously undiagnosed ) ADHD. I wanted to delve more into this ( and project some of my ADHD onto him lmaooo ).

so, we'll start heavier and then move on to the mostly lighter stuff: yes, his ADHD is disabling. no, he does not know that. yes, he's thinks he's just lazy and stupid ( he's not </3 ).

no, his would-be-shitty-no-matter-what parents do not help the above, although his mom's emotional abuse / judgment actually gives him the bigger complex abt it

he does struggle academically despite the fact that, talking to him about his interests / stuff he's knowledgeable about, he clearly comes across intelligent. he struggles with focus, some memory issues, plus general test anxiety despite claiming to not care about school. he hears a lot of "try harder" despite, like, actually putting effort in for many years of his schooling.

he graduates high school, barely ( as in, highly considered dropping out for 101 reason, including the ADHD ). no, he doesn't even consider college.

the combination of untreated ADHD, C-PTSD, and definitely an ( un ) healthy dose of depression make it hard for him to work "traditional jobs," so he does mostly odd jobs. at some point after getting his own place, i def think he starts diving into his art a little more. can aspen write a muse who isn't a creative? tune in next time to find out.

unrelated, but i am serious about the band idea. about him joining some local, semi-decent band as a singer.

ANYWAY some lighter stuff now: guy who always has one major ( months and months long ) and one minor ( 1-2 weeks ) hyperfixation going on at all times.

his common types of hyperfixations tend to be: specific comic book series or characters, specific bands, D&D, video games, and so forth.

he does get pulled back to previous hyperfixations sometimes, especially favorite characters ( like batg.irl, green ar.row, nightc.rawler, spid.er-man, etc )

please let him infodump at you. please let your muse find it endearing when he talks for 30 minutes straight about the latest Batm.an series. or about his new spray paint. or about anything.

btw i'm adding this just to be petty because i brought up comics but i promise you he called in and voted for jason not to die. i think older rory read "Under the H.ood" and felt the most validation he'd ever felt in his life. this isn't even fn.af-related anymore, let me get mad about D.C for a second—

( actually let's be real rory relating to jason big time is Real and Canon to me. anyway hayla, if you're reading this—)

sometimes his brain moves faster than his mouth and he literally can't say what he wants to say fast enough to get it out coherently ( real real real ).

he does miss social cues sometimes, but how much of that is ADHD vs him just not being properly socialized prior to school is debatable. pre-bite, he's able to laugh it off when someone calls him on it.

projecting big time but i think he should be a rocker ( as a stim ). if he's sitting down, he's probably rocking or bouncing his leg or something. if he's standing, he's shifting foot-to-foot constantly. that's not to say he can never be still, but he stims quite a lot. it's not always ( or even often ) a sign of nerves, he just gets restless.

in fact, honestly a lot of his idle behavior can scream "nervous" if you don't realize he's simply restless.

his recklessness is honestly not something i'd attribute to his ADHD. he has little care for his own safety, but i think that's a lot broader then ( or even wholly unrelated to ) his ADHD

does he ever get diagnosed? it's probably well into his 30s before he can even be convinced to try therapy, but yeah, i think eventually he gets diagnosed and tbh i think he probably cried the first time he read the, like, symptoms of it and realized it fit him. also when he gets on medication. this is supposed to be a happy bullet point but AGH </3

anyway rory infodumping at your muse starter call when?

[persphonesorchid]

Mark Of The Arcane || Chapter Three ||

↣ Summary; Centuries before, in the times of the ancient Kings, a prophecy was heard. When the three kingdoms of Valerem fall to ruins, their saviour would come in blinding starlight. Who is this saviour, you may ask? None other than Min Yoongi, who was too busy being late to work to realize he definitely wasn’t on earth anymore.

↣ Part: Chapter Three; Habituation

↣Word count: 2.5k

↣Warnings: Yoongi's going through the motions, other than that, we're all good :)

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Notes: Welcome to chapter three! Thank you for being patient! I hope you enjoy! A little information on Yoongi's arcane and of course, dude's trying to wrap his head around it all, but it'll get better for him soon! Don't forget to share your thoughts, i'd love to know what you think!

“Hold on...” Yoongi puts a hand up, trying his best to ignore the ache in his side, the very real ache that feels like its sinking into his bones. He’s still trying to process everything, still trying to figure out if he’s losing his mind or not, and now this? You and Hoseok are barely paying him mind, talking in hushed tones again like he’s not sitting right there. So, Yoongi takes a moment to breathe, trying to calm down before he really starts crying.

Hoseok sighs and Yoongi tries to focus, you whisper something to him, sparing Yoongi one last glance before you’re through the door. Hoseok turns back to face him, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes on his lips and it only makes Yoongi nervous.

“Alright...I'm going to explain what’s happening.”  He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, “That Arcane mark you carry, is the mark of the Light Bearer. It’s only been seen once, and with it comes a prophecy. Firstly, you should know that wherever you were before isn’t where you were born...” Hoseok pauses, considering something with a thoughtful look, “There’s only a few mentions of this in writing, about other worlds existing alongside our own. I’m assuming the world where you had been before doesn’t have the same properties as this one, meaning it’s without magic.”

Yoongi has a passing thought then, that he’s a fish in a tiny pool of water. Not nearly enough to filter through and he struggles to breathe, and gasps like there’s not enough air. His chest feels tight, caging his lungs behind the solid walls of his flesh and bones; unable to expand.

One side of his mind is trying to separate what makes sense of the jumbled words that left Hoseok’s mouth, and the other is trying to separate him from all of it. It was a regular Tuesday for him, he got up late as he would usually, got yelled at, met a strange woman on the street and helped her across. He’s not certain what happens after death, but this must be his personal hell. Where everything is confusing and wired the wrong way, only he would torture himself so.

Some of what Hoseok said made a little sense – if he wants to believe any of it – he was raised in an orphanage, and like some of the kids cursed with unfortune, he was simply left on their doorstep. He doesn’t resent his parents, or, whoever decided it, circumstances are not always in favour...

“I...” Yoongi opens his mouth and closes it soon after, distress drawing his brows together. He doesn’t know where to start addressing any of that, and simply stares at Hoseok for a while. The sting at his side has lessened to a dull throbbing ache, easier to ignore now and Yoongi takes a breath.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Hoseok says softly, calmly, and its enough to reel Yoongi in just a little. “But we’ll try to make this as easy as possible for you.”

“Will I be able to go back?” Yoongi twists the fabric of the soft sheets between his fingers.

Hoseok shifts on the chair he sits in, mouth forming a little triangle as he looks away, staring off into nothing for a moment. “I’m not sure. Whatever magic that was used to send you here is ancient. It’ll be difficult to find anyone who knows how to do the reversal.”

Yoongi deflates, the little hope he had in asking the question simply fizzles out. So, he’s stuck here for the time being. He wonders if anyone back home is worried about him – not that he has friends to be worried about his absence. He wonders if the old man thinks that he just straight up abandoned his job, or what would Mrs Li think when he isn’t there to keep her company on her afternoon walks.

Yoongi can only nod, gaze shifting to stare out the window. Hoseok had secured the curtains so that they hang at the sides of the window, and a cool breeze flows softly through it. The air lacks the scent of a city, no engine exhaust or the smells of too many different foods mixing together. It’s fresh and clean and Yoongi’s at least grateful for that.

“You should rest some more.” Hoseok says, bracing his palms against his knees before he pushes himself to stand. “It will take your body a while to get used to the new environment.”

When Yoongi wakes, it’s to a soft knocking on the door. He blinks blearily at it, brows furrowed. The light that filters through the window is now a soft orange, and Yoongi realises he’s slept through the day. He feels much better than he did earlier, though, sleepy still.

The knock sounds again and after a moment the door pushes open. It’s you again, and Yoongi stares at you from his spot. You’ve changed out of the clothes you were wearing earlier and you’re wearing something that looks like silk. The sleeves are long and flowing way past your hands and shimmers lightly with your movements, there’s a thin silver chain around your waist that clinks deftly against the navy-blue fabric of the dress. You aren’t wearing shoes, he notes, as you turn slightly to close the door behind you.

“Hello.” You greet, and Yoongi watch as you sort of glide your way over to his bedside. Your steps are graceful enough that he barely notices them, and he blinks at you, not too certain how he should address you or speak.

“Hello....” Yoongi mutters, turning his head to look across at the large floor to ceiling mirror that faces the bed he’s in. He looks like shit, if he’s being honest. He’s paler than he is usually, stress and fatigue had drawn circles under his eyes. You sit down on the chair Hoseok left, a gentle smile on your lips 

He looks back at you and you’re smiling, though, it doesn’t bring him much comfort. You extend your hand to him, and in your hand is a book. It’s dark and small, with a sigil on the cover in white ink that looks strangely like the mark on his side.

“What’s this?” He asks, and after a moment, glances at you, “Your...Majesty...”

“Oh, Y/n is fine.” You say and then motion to the book, “This book is the first record of your arcane.”

Yoongi opens the book, it’s written more like a journal, dates at the top of the pages, words that doesn’t make sense to him right now neatly penned in dark ink.

“The prophecy was given by the first seer a long time ago. There are a few snippets of it in there, we don’t know where the actual record is.” You say, “’When the three kingdoms of Valerem fall to ruin, our saviour would come in blinding starlight.’”

Yoongi’s eyes find yours, brows creasing, “And I’m supposed to be this saviour?”

You stare at him in silence for a moment, there’s a pity in your eyes that Yoongi’s too used to, something he’s gotten too many times in his life. You nod slowly, then grimace, “I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot to take in. And I know it’s frightening.”

That’s an understatement, really. Yoongi had become comfortable knowing that he’d always be nothing more than he was, just Yoongi, breezing through his life as a man who didn’t have much of a childhood to speak of. Someone who was just another face in the crowd, a cog in the machine; nothing special. And he was okay with that. Life was…well, it was life. He’s had his ups and downs; he’s had hard times and times that made the difficulty of his life an afterthought. He was fine with that. This? This is something else entirely.

He doesn’t know what to say, so he stares at the book in his hands with a frown. This isn’t fair, is it? Yoongi’s always said he had a shit time as his day-to-day muddled together and became repetitive, working to only survive with the cards he was dealt. But it was his. Compared to this influx of information that he’s some sort of prophesied Messiah, his life was easy. He’d rather wake up in his bed right now, late for work and swearing than be sitting here trying to make sense of it all.

He could feel your eyes on him and he dare not meet your gaze. You sigh, there’s a rustling of your clothes as you stand and tuck the chair back into the corner it was in before. “Are you hungry? I can bring you something.”

He wasn’t really, Yoongi doesn’t think he could stomach anything if he tried, but he nods anyway. You’re kind, he thinks, and he doesn’t want to be rude.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

You return fifteen minutes after, with a silver tray, smiling softly as you hand it over. There’s a silver bowl of chicken – At least, he assumes – soup, and the smell reminds him of Mrs Li’s cooking. A smaller bowl of assorted diced fruit, a slice of buttered bread and a gold rimmed glass of water. “Hoseok said anything too heavy may upset your stomach…”

Yoongi’s stomach rumbles before he can say anything and he flushes, clearing his throat, “Thank you.”

You smile again, nodding, staring at him long enough that he feels a little awkward about it. You seem to catch yourself, looking away, “Right then, I’ll be off.”

He wonders briefly if your feet are cold as you make your way back to the door, “Oh!” You turn around, “When you’re done, just knock three times on the wall.”

“Okay…” Yoongi glances at the wall and when he looks back, you’re already going through the door and closing it. He sets the tray on his lap and picks up the spoon, stirring the contents of the bowl around, finding potatoes and carrots among the pieces of chicken. Tentatively, he takes a spoonful, and it’s – quite frankly – the best thing he’s had. He didn’t realise how hungry he was until the soup was gone and he was slowing down as to not choke on the bread.

He glances at the book, resting on the table against the wall, he takes and sets the tray aside and wipes his hand against the material of his sweater before reaching for it. Opening the book, he finds the first page.

Year 871 We had not known that the shadow arcane would sire chaos, there was no way to know. So many lives were lost in the attempt to stop it, and the kingdoms are divided. We’re at a loss, it wouldn’t be long before we’re all gone. We must do something, anything to stop it—

The words trail off into muddled ink and Yoongi can’t tell what it says, the other page dates the same year, but speaks of something different. He picks through the bowl of fruit and picks up and apple slice.

Year 871 The Arcane of Light, created for the purpose of subduing the Arcane of Shadow. The strength of the Arcane is immeasurable, though, it’s volatile. We assumed that Zephyr is just unable to control such power, but he’s the only one who can wield it. We can only trust him. If he can stop this, we can end it, and perhaps, stop this from reoccurring. Arcanes has broken down into subfields, we’ve found, and as reveling as that information may be, we can only hope to wipe the Arcane of Shadow completely so that it may never bestow itself upon another.

Yoongi reaches into the bowl for more fruit only for his fingers to hit the bottom. He tears his eyes from the page, pouting at the empty bowl. He stares at the words on the page for a quiet moment before shaking his head and setting it aside once more. He looks at the wall and wonders what would happen if he knocked it, would the tray disappear? He knocks three times like you told him to and waited, its completely quiet for a moment and then the grating sound of stone against stone shatters the silence. Yoongi startles and whips his head to his left to find a part of the wall pulling in on itself, a man younger than him steps out of the darkness there, dressed in white and gold.

He bows at the waist and smiles when he straightens, “Good evening, my Lord. I trust your meal was satisfactory?”

“Uh…” Yoongi stumbles for his words, “Yes…”

The man walks over, “Wonderful! I’m Wooyoung, Head Chef.” He picks up the tray, “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to send for me.” He motions at the wall Yoongi knocked on before he was leaving back through the wall and Yoongi watches as it drags closed, shifting back into place as though it never moved.

There’s a knock on the door and Yoongi thinks he can’t catch a break as it opens, thankfully, it’s someone he’s seen before. Seokjin stands in the doorway with narrowed eyes, looking like he’d rather be doing a million other things. He comes into the room and shuts the door behind him. He’s holding a bundle of something in one of his hands and a pair of boots in the other. Yoongi can only make out navy blue.

Seokjin says nothing as he walks over, setting the folded bundle on the table and the boots on the floor. “You can’t walk around wearing…that.” He waves a hand at Yoongi’s sweater and jeans with a frown.

Yoongi looks down at his sweater and then at the bundle Seokjin brought with him, “Ah…right.”

“I’ll wait outside the door, let me know if you need help with the clasp.” Seokjin leaves him to change, and Yoongi moves over to the table.

The navy-blue bundle unfolds into a cloak like the one Seokjin and the other guards wear, there’s a long-sleeved white shirt with gold trimmings and black pants that are soft to the touch. Yoongi changes in silence, folding his clothes neatly, the only link to the place he came from, and sets them aside. He finds cotton socks stuffed into the boots and he pulls them on before putting his feet into the boots. The cloak is a little heavy in his hand as he secures it on his shoulders and clasp it at his throat. He wanders over to the mirror mounted on the wall, looking and feeling little uncomfortable.

He takes a breath, moving towards the door he pulls it open. The hallway looks completely different than it was when he first ventured out into it. The wall across from his room had a window, where Seokjin sits on the sill, talking to a bird.

“I already fed you.” He says and the crow squawks indignantly, its head leaning down to nip at his hand, “Ow! You little—”

Yoongi clears his throat and Seokjin looks up, he gets down from the windowsill, letting the crown hop off onto it, there’s a soft clink of something metal, two silver bands on the crow’s leg catching the light of the setting sun. Seokjin shoos the bird with a hand, “Go on.”

The bird ruffles it’s feathers, cawing loudly in what Yoongi could only decipher as offence at Seokjin’s shooing before it flies off. Seokjin turns to him, giving him a once over and a silent nod, “Come, Hoseok’s waiting.”

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RWTGI 35.1 - 35.2 Thoughts

I forgot chapter 35.2 is already out WAAAHH

I say Kirishima's name a lot this time, maybe I should call him Kiri.

Okay, this chapter confirms my suspicion. So his family really did neglect him.

Uhh I don't think the diary is meant to prove himself as a victim. I bet it's to keep record of what makes him happy 😅

BAHHAHAH Gaddamit.

I thought he was mourning, or at least self-reflecting. Who knew he was playing soccer 🤣 (where is your sympathy kid, tf) At least he knew not to play in the middle of people mourning, lol

Oh yeah, I just remember, Sumire (Kiri's great-aunt) did say his parents tried to get him to talk after that incident, but no matter how much they tried, he never answered them. Maybe it's because he's aware he's too different from them, they wouldn't understand him anyway? If that's the case, that's kinda amazing of Kiri for being able to (kinda) open up to Gaku even though he never met him, because just from a short meeting he knows his great-uncle is not normal like himself.

(If Kiri is your average kid, even if Sumire dropped some hints that Gaku is similar to him, he wouldn't be able to take the hint because he's too clouded with "no one understands me" prejudice. But no. Our Kiri here uses his brainn, bro)

Aww baby 🥺

Turns out his "friend" is more normal than he thought, his plan failed, he got into trouble. He did so much, yet, didn't get anything in the end lolol

I'm surprised Kiri is the first one who asked to be adopted. I don't think Sumire or his parents ever told him that the man in front of him is a yakuza. He must've put two & two together and concluded it himself.

If I could guess why Gaku accepted a brat like Kiri, it's may be because he saw his potential. I'm sure he never heard about Kiri until his sister introduced him, but the fact that she asked for his help is enough prove that his family couldn't handle him anymore. He never introduced himself as a yakuza but Kiri, with limited informations and short time, knew right away. He's not scared or nervous like normal people. In fact, he just focus on getting what he wants, and willing to do anything to get what he wants. Talented. Abnormal. Obsessed. Unhinged. Gaku could really use those traits. Even if he couldn't become his grandchild, at least he could become a reliable subordinate. Maybe that's why he accepted him so quick 😂

(Turns out there's another reason in the next chapter tho, so I'll save my thoughts for later.)

This is just a reminder to myself: Gaku barely provided Kiri with the neccessity needed, probably because he needs to test his worth if he wants to earn that "yakuza's grandchild" title. Or at least that's my theory. Maybe Gaku is just naturally apathetic. Maybe both.

Kiri might've liked Gaku to a certain degree because he's one of his few family who accepts him as who he is, but I'm pretty sure growing up with a man like him in a yakuza household has worsen his mental condition, until he meet Yoshino.

Wow. Turns out it's not the first time he waits for hours in the rain 🤣

AUGH. beautiful. Beautiful. I'm crying 😭😭😭

That's smart of the author. We wouldn't know if he really blushed because of her or if it's just the rain, lol

Yoshino saw a wolf. Renji saw a a guard dog 🤣

I don't like how Aoi kicked my son, but I have to agree with him here. Don't lick your blood on the floor, yuck.

Daww look at his happy lil feet seeing his obsession crush 🥺🤭

We know that Kiri used to date older women to leech, but seeing it with my own eyes disgust me. Not just Kirishima, but that grown-ass woman too; having sex with a minor, what the fuck. That's what I like from the author tho, just bc the ML did it, it doesn't mean it's romanticized.

OOHHH the day when Kirishima is appointed to be Yoshino's guard dog. Never thought I'd see this day come so fast, I thought we gonna have to wait for ch 80 or smth.

Hmm? The guy who killed Kyousuke? Do we know him? Is it Suo Azami? Nah, if he's around the same age as Kiri, he's practically a baby at that time. Wait, didn't he change his face tho? How old is he again? Or myb it's not Azami at all, myb it's his boss, Akime Hishibe? Oh I forgot Shouma said he's already dead, but I highly doubt it. Maybe the mastermind is still alive.

Um, if Kirishima is owned by Gaku, and Gaku leaves him under Renji's care, does it mean he's now owned by Renji? He doesn't have to obey Gaku anymore?

I'm confused with this whole ownership thing now.

Wait. A month? You gotta go big??

Wait wait wait.

Wow, oh wow. I need to recalibrate everything.

This panel gives chapter 2 a whole new layer. Wow.

So like. He told her to sell her body not only because he was tired of her, but also because Renji told him he could make Yoshino go back to Osaka if he didn't feel like up to the task?

Though I don't think Kiri did that because he values his life; he did that merely because he thought she's boring and not worth his time. But then everything change 😂

Yo Renji. You're the one who said it's okay for Kiri to make Yoshino go back to Osaka. You said you'd take care of the rest, you even said he can be creative. He was doing such a great job at making her feel like she wanna leave, yet, you won't let him have his way?

Was Renji intentionlly flaming them both? Is this his plan all along; to have both children go screw each other in Tokyo and forget about Osaka for a year?

(Istg Renji's death flag has been up for a while now, I'm scared for Yoshino)

Oh wow, Kiri really did not lie. Their interest really do align perfectly.

To continue my point above about why would Gaku accept Kiri into his house, it seems like he wanted to use Kiri's talent and obsessiveness towards Yoshino to make him protect her, because he feel indebted/guilty towards Renji? Was he feeling responsible for what happen to Kyousuke? If that's the case, this makes Akime seem even more sus bc he used to be Gaku and Renji's close friend.

Seeing Kirishima's reminiscence sure brings tears to my eyes. From obsession to genuine love and affection. He really does come a loong, long way, huh. Maybe I should make a meta about this particular scene but idk, let's see if I feel like it.

But I don't think he would've feel this way if Yoshino didn't acknowledge his quirks and treat him "normally." She really is amazing.

The way he's so scared when Yoshino didn't move for literally 1 second he decided to check her pulse, like she could just drop dead in a blink. Even though he has seen how strong she is up until now. That irrational fear of losing someone, he finally understand 🥺🥺

I'm really REALLY surprised Yoshino relented and agreed to eat parfait 🤣 Kirishima you always win huh 🤣

Aww, he returned to the same place when he first entered the yakuza household, eat the same parfait he used to eat, but now he's together with a friend/lover he treasures for life, enjoying the life he found boring at the beginning 🥺😭💞

These past chapters have been a treat. Even after he declares he loves Yoshino multiple times, we never stop doubting him because the fear he instilled at the beginning is too strong to dismiss. Just like Yoshino, we have this lingering doubt that he doesn't really love her, he's just obsessed. These flashbacks managed to shed some lights into his character, making him seem even more human. Kiri really HAS been trying to show how genuine he is -- in his own awkward way -- and it shows 🥹

Just 2 more chapters until we catch up to the raws, I can't wait. I've seen it, and all I can say is, it's beautiful. And Kirishima says some crazy stuff while sober. I just can't with him. I love him, I hate it.

See you next time 👋

[frogoru]

‧₊˚ Not so bad, right? ‧₊˚

Pairing: Thalia Sani x Moxie Vera (OCs)

Words: 1,351

Summary: Moxie convinces Thalia to try carrying her, and Thalia gets all nervous about it.

“C'mon babe, don't get shy on me now!” Moxie clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Kneel down a bit.”

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“Y'know, Thalia… I think you could probably carry me,” The honey-laced voice of Thalia’s favorite demon confidently stated, drawing the dendrian’s attention away from her journal on the opposite end of the room. The two of them had been lounging about Thalia's apartment for the past hour, with Moxie speaking up periodically to ask or state the most random things out of the blue. Her jewelry-making supplies sat alongside her on Thalia's bed, random beads, charms, and various other little pieces scattered about in an unorganized fashion. She'd insisted that being in Thalia’s presence would help her focus on her craft better, but in Thalia's opinion, having the dendrian there was probably more of a distraction than anything.

Thalia's fountain pen stopped its smooth glide against the open page of her journal. “Really now?” She questioned, amusement evident in her tone. She eyed the wispy-haired girl with a curious look, who simply smiled in return.

“Mhm,” Moxie nodded, fiddling with the metal pliers in her hands. “Bridal carry and all. You could totally do it.”

“Hmm, I mean, the thought is nice and all, but honestly…” She frowned, fiddling with her pen. “Probably not.”

“Whaaat?!” Moxie dramatically exclaimed, furrowing her brows. “And why not?!”

Thalia leaned back in her chair, casually glancing at one of the potted plants on her desk. Carrying Moxie like that sounded so sweet to her, but if she were to be realistic… “I'm not fit. Like, in the slightest. I'd probably topple over if I carried you.”

“Okay, but–” Moxie pouted, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed so that she could speak to her companion better. “We don't actually know that! I've seen you carry Jaime a few times before! Why not me? You've gotta try it at least once.”

“Jaime is small though. Like a little animal. I feel like anyone could carry her.”

“Come on, Thalia! Just for a few seconds!”

“...Maybe.”

Could Thalia carry Moxie without tripping over herself? Probably… at least in the physical sense. She's been closer to Moxie in so many ways that one would consider way more intimate, but holding Moxie in her arms like that sounded so… so wholesome. So wholesome that the thought of it made Thalia feel too embarrassed to properly speak about it. It was odd, Thalia thought, that they'd done so many things considered amorous, yet the moment Moxie initiated anything slightly romantic, Thalia would instantly start shaking on the inside.

Moxie hopped off the bed, her hooves clacking against the floor upon impact. “Come here,” She grinned, gesturing for Thalia to come closer. The girl in question hesitantly stood up, making her way over to the opposite side of the room where her friend stood. She peered down at her, and Moxie eagerly smiled back. Thalia was taller than most beings, so their height difference was never really something to focus on in their friendship. Though, despite this, being able to just stare down at her like this always made her feel a certain way. She couldn't exactly describe the feeling, but she knew amusement was definitely mixed in there.

“Alright then…” Thalia began, awkwardly glancing away. “How are we doing this? I, um… it's just been a while, you know?”

“C'mon babe, don't get shy on me now!” Moxie clicked her tongue in disapproval. “Kneel down a bit.”

Thalia listened, lowering herself down enough so that she was basically at eye level with Moxie. The demon stepped forward, carefully wrapping her arms around the dendrian's shoulders. She looked at her expectantly afterwards, and Thalia tried her best to push herself to move. She supported Moxie’s back with one arm, and slid her other one underneath her legs.

“Okay, okay…” Thalia nervously spoke, casting her gaze towards literally anything else besides the girl in her arms.

“Hey…” Moxie quietly whispered, sliding one hand up to gently hold the side of Thalia’s face. She turned her head towards her own, meeting her shaky gaze. “You don't have to overthink this, okay? I can tell you're getting all worked up over it, and I just need you to know that whatever happens, we'll be fine. I mean, we've done way more together, right?”

“Right…”

“So don't worry your pretty little head, ‘kay? And besides, if you do end up dropping me or something, I'll probably just laugh it off!”

Thalia nodded, thankful for the reassurance. Moxie didn't quite hit the mark about why she was so flustered by this simple action, but her words of attempted comfort were nice to hear all the same. The dendrian took a long, deep breath before pushing up and tightening her hold on Moxie's body. The goat girl clung to her as she regained her balance, and Thalia couldn't help but imagine herself in the shoes of a newborn baby deer.

“My, my, my!” Moxie dramatically sighed. “I feel so regal… just like a princess…”

Thalia softly giggled in response to her words, glad that Moxie was enjoying herself at least. She didn't really know what else to do from here, and just kind of stood there as Moxie blabbered on about how cool and imposing she felt from all the way up there. Holding Moxie in her arms felt much different from the times she's carried Jaime around, which was obviously expected, but notable to her all the same. Everything felt different with Moxie.

As she listened to Moxie ramble on, her previous worries started to melt away. Moxie was right; this was fine. Better than fine, actually. Even though it had only been like a minute since her hesitance had disappeared, Thalia couldn't fathom why she would want to avoid being so close to Moxie in this way. Ever. Her gentle hold around Thalia's shoulders felt warm, and the sweet scent of her perfume was subtle, yet enough to overwhelm Thalia's senses with an unspoken feeling that blossomed in her chest. The way her lashes fluttered with each blink, the unruly manner of her hair, the confident way she carried herself… Basically everything about her made Thalia swoon.

Regardless of her adoring thoughts for Moxie’s excitement, her body still had its limits, and the growing feeling of desire did not help that in the slightest. She muttered something about not wanting to tumble over again, and lowered herself to the floor so that Moxie could step out of her arms. The feeling of Moxie slipping away from her grasp left a feeling of disappointment, which she mentally scolded herself for. It felt… really pathetic. Her heart pounded away in her chest, and her internal pleas for this rampant feeling to calm down were no use.

“See?” Moxie cheerfully grinned, skipping over to sit on the edge of Thalia's bed once again. “Not so bad, right?”

Thalia nodded along, hoping that her current feelings weren't obvious. “Yeah… not so bad.” She took a seat on the bed next to Moxie, regaining her energy.

The wispy-haired girl crossed her legs and stretched a bit, glancing over at Thalia's window to observe the sky. “It's getting pretty late,” She noted with a sigh. Thalia followed her gaze, admiring all of the glistening stars that painted the deep blue canvas of Hell's atmosphere. She always found it impressive how Moxie could tell what time it was by taking a brief glance at the stars like that.

“Are you leaving now?” Thalia softly spoke up, the disappointment obvious in her words.

“Hmm…” Moxie hummed, turning her focus away from the window. “Maybe. If you want me to,” She replied, a knowing look in her eyes.

The girl in question glanced away, unable to properly look at her. “I think…” She quietly spoke, twirling a loose strand of forest-green hair around her finger. “I'd like it if you stayed longer.”

The demon girl smiled, leaning closer to rest her head on the dendrian's arm. She gently slid her hand into Thalia's grasp, intertwining their fingers with a relaxed sigh. “I'll stay for as long as you want then,” She gently whispered, taking in the moment as well as she could.

[smokescreenimusprime]

The idea of Smokescreen being a medic is such a big brain galaxy move, I'm obsessed with it. I'd imagine Smokescreen would be much more passive compared to his canon counterpart and perhaps a bit less energetic, since he's still reeling from Alpha Trion and Sigma-17. It could still be like canon, where Smokescreen wants to prove himself, but this time, it's so he can show that's he's now good enough and capable to help again, instead of just being in the sideline and being sad when he could be useful (Smokey just buries that trauma as deep as he can)

Also, an idea to consider: Smokescreen, in this AU, probably wouldn't be as excited around Optimus. Like, of course he's nervous about meeting Optimus Prime, but he wouldn't be as hyped. Now, Ratchet, on the other hand, Smokescreen would absolutely be asking him to teach him and stuff and how to get better.

(Also would the Rescue Bots know that Smokescreen is alive, and vice versa? I'd imagine Optimus would've informed them about his arrival, but maybe he'd thought that could be too risky or something, so the Rescue Bots just thinks he's dead. Or maybe Optimus tells them about this new bot that was a Rescue Bot and that they'll send him there as soon as they could, and the team just gets reminded that they're one-bot short. There's so much fun potential there)

OOOOOOOOOOOO Y E S S S S S S S S

God imagine how fun Smokescreen's arrival is going to be. The Cons are absolutly flabbergasted because Wait A Fucking Moment That's A Rescue Bot Sigil- but luckily before they can bring Smokey to the Nemesis the Autobots show up to help him. Of course, when the dust settles and they see the insignia they also start freaking out, and while there's definitely a bit of suspicion because the Rescue Bots are supposed to be wiped out, he is able to prove it somehow and they start warming up to him

When Smokescreen learns that he's apparently one of the last living Rescue Bots....... yeah that shit hurts. It's rather ironic honestly, that the last Rescue Bot medic wasn't even forged one. He's absolutely going to give it his all in to prove himself and that he deserves his position and title as a Rescue Bot. He's still hurting and very much traumatized, but now he has a more tangible goal to focus on instead. This isn't like the Archives, this is the middle of an active war zone where anybody could be hurt at any second. He doesn't has time to think about his feelings, he can do that later (yeah this is going to be fun for him to deal with later)

and you BET Smokescreen's going to lose his shit when he realized Ratchet himself is here. Even before the war started getting more intense, Ratchet was legendary in the medical field. Smokescreen's read medical textbooks featuring the guy, he practically idolized him, so being given the opportunity to work with him? A dream come true. He asks so many questions and while normally Ratchet would've been annoyed by it all...... it's been a while since some's been able to keep up with all his "medical babble." And the kid's got spirit, the skill and knowledge (he wasn't spending his whole time with Trion twiddling his thumbs, he was reading any and every datapad even remotely related to medicine and science). He just needs more experience to polish it off

also, I don't know what to do with this idea, but I had a Thought of just..... slight miscommunication of intention between Smokey and the other Autobots. Because the Autobots want to keep him safe and Ratchet is aware of the fact Smokescreen a) has been in stasis for a couple millennia and b) has little experience working in a war environment. He has more experience as a field medic and natural disasters, not active combat

unfortunately for them, while there has been a lot of social class progression since the war started, Smokescreen's experienced none of it and is from right smack dab in the middle of it all where he could barely walk into a clinic without his position being questioned. The second he decided what he wanted to do with his life he was constantly having to look over his shoulder and more often than not had to fear for his life. He's had patients question his ability to treat them, he's been assigned "easier" patients because they doubted his abilities, instructors have graded him more harshly, hell he's even had other medical students try to explain things he already knew

The only people who've ever respected him and his abilities are his team, a few instructors at the academy who were on his side, and Alpha Trion, all of which are presumably dead. He's had it up to here with people underestimating him and it somewhat strains his relationship with the Autobots. And it's only made even worse by the fact that Smokey isn't going to say anything about it because in the past that's never accomplished anything except make more enemies and he really doesn't want to piss off the only other Autobots on this whole rock

again, do I know what to do with this or where to put it? Not really. It would definitely have to be something pretty early in the timeline so...... idk maybe that's what sparks the argument which gets Smokescreen out of the base and captured by the Cons

sPEAKING of that part, there's also the fun that could spark because of just..... how different Smokescreen would be received. He'd still be locked up, that's no question, but he's not a warrior. He's a Rescue Bot. And from the Decepticons perspective he might be the last one in existence. They're going to be way more careful when he's captured this time, not because he's more of a threat but because even when they get the Key he's still a VERY valuable prisoner

(also, completely separate, but I do really want to play around with the idea that Smokey as a field medic, who was presumably going to be deployed into dangerous locations, would have some kind of protection. Nothing lethal or even that powerful, but enough to save himself if need be. He doesn't use it very often, but he's really skilled with whatever it is and not afraid to be set out to do field repairs if need be. I'd also image he heavily abuses the Phase Shifter for this too when he gets his paws on it)

as for the other Rescue Bots :))))))

so them waking up on Earth at first was...... well, in the beginning it wasn't super different from canon. Their ship crashes, Optimus introduces them to Charlie. But then of course the realizations hit them. Cybertron is destroyed. There aren't any more Rescue Bots

Smokescreen

so now not only do they have to deal with hiding and adjusting to an entirely new and different planet but they have to do all that while also mourning their fifth and youngest member who's possibly been dead for thousands of years without them knowing

not a great time all things considered, and it honestly gets even worse upon realizing there are five members of the Burns family. And Cody...... honestly reminds them a lot of Smokescreen. Friendly, energetic, willing to help no matter what, desperately trying to prove himself....... it's almost painful how similar they are at times. It's kind of an accident that they get so close, but they've all silently promised to protect this kid who reminds them so much of their fallen friend. They would've gotten along so well had they met.

eventually Smokescreen is brought up. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue and someone was remembering The Good Old Days, or maybe it was just a bad day where Smokescreen's absence was more noticeable

and it...... hurts to talk about him, to only be able to talk about him in the past tense. That their human family never got to meet such an important part of their team, and never would. But at the same time, it's nice. To recall the good days, the laughs and pranks and study sessions they shared. Like they aren't letting him be forgotten even though he wasn't "officially" part of Sigma 17

and I'm going to be honest...... yeah I really don't know when the two sides should meet. There are so many possibilities with different vibes and angst and everything and just...... yeah I'm really torn

I do really like your idea though and I definitely think that could play a part in things. Maybe Optimus calls, says they found a new Rescue Bot but the Cons also know they exist so he's going to hold off on sending them over until things are safe. He doesn't know how long it will take, but he thought it would be a good idea to let them know this new Rescue Bot exists so they won't be surprised if/when they're Groundbridged over

and they're....... definitely really torn. On one hand, another Rescue Bot who survived!!! Hell yeah!!!!!!!!!! but again, on the other hand like you mentioned, this just reminds them they're a Bot short. Heatwave is the most huffy about the whole thing, and understandably so since he and Smokescreen were the closest. He knows that it's only natural and safest for the "new" Rescue Bot to be sent their way but it....... it feels wrong. Like they're replacing Smokescreen with somebody else

of course, when they actually meet Heatwave HARD pivots on that opinion, but that's still a ways into the future so :3

[xiv-wolfram]

Hello - Comic Script

A Realm Reborn - lvl 15

Wolfram performs his envoy duties, kind of. He tries. Let's be proud of him for trying. 👏

Yes, I was listening to Adele.

Wolfram Saga Comics

This is the script for a future comic. Posting for those who don’t want to wait to get the story. Numbers indicate frame number.

Part 1

Wolfram in the Lotus Stand with Kan-E-Senna. Kan-E smiles “You have done the people of Eorzea a fine service this day, and I would not put you to further trouble. I shall see that my reply reaches the Admiral anon.”

Zoomed out shot

Kan-E smiles “I thank you for coming. May the Twelve see you safe to Ul'dah and beyond.” Wolf smiles “Thank you Seedseer. It was nice to see you again.” Thought ‘If only I could find comfort in faith.’

He leaves, walking towards the residential area. Thought ‘Surely this isn't so urgent I can't take a nap.’

Wolf enters his apartment. Looking around smiling “Been a while…”

Zoomed out shot of apartment as Wolf walks to the bed

Wolf laying on bed on his back, smiling “Rhun wasn't kidding about cleaning. This is nice.”

A) Wolf closes his eyes, smiling. B) Wolf opens his eyes, straight face.

A spectral version of his 27 year old self (in sleep clothes) is huddled on the other side of the bed, quietly crying. Whispers “I miss him so much… I ruined everything.”

A) Real Wolf lays on his side, closing his eyes, amused, mutters “Gods was I pathetic.” B) Wolf opens his eyes, annoyed at not being able to sleep. He looks over at -

Spectral Wolf (in conjury robes) standing in the middle of the room yelling at a wand “WORK GODSDAMN YOU! MAKE WIND OR WATER. DO SOMETHING!”

The wand sparks with dark magic, Spectral Wolf looks horrified “Not that! Never again.”

A) Close up ghostly hands grasping the wand B) snaps the wand

Spectral Wolf leaning against wall with head in hand, sobbing “Yes, I know it's not the wand. It's me. You don't have to point it out, arsehole.” “Why can't you just leave me alone?! I had to lie to him because of you.” “Yes I did!”

Real Wolf, sad, sighs “The hellhound sure was loud back then…before I learned to quiet it.”

A) Wolf closes eyes, frowning sadly B) Wolf opens eyes frustrated

Spectral Wolf (half undressed) passed out drunk at the foot of the bed, sitting on floor with head on mattress, liquor bottle rolling out of his hand

Real Wolf walking to the door, exhausted frown “Now I remember why I avoid Gridania. Guess I'd better go face my fears.” “As if fighting a voidsent and passing out in front of Merlwyb wasn't bad enough.”

Part 2

Raubahn holding coffee cup at the table in his apartment (Same apartment from 13 years ago. Almost nothing has changed), using linkshell, smiling “Hopefully these movements mean naught, yet you are wise to stay vigilant. Is there aught else to report?”

Rau leaning back, laughing “Oh gods! No I do not want to meet some farmer in Gridania. I do not care how kind he was.”

Rau leans forward resting is chin on his hand, grinning in amusement “Pray continue to focus on your duties, not matchmaking.” “Aye, I'll speak with you later, Pipin.”

Rau smiling, looking over towards the kitchen but camera focused on him. Thought ‘Ah, the lad means well. He doesn't understand the demands my position places on me.’

Spectral 27 year old Wolfram cooking in the kitchen. Spectral 32 year old Rau standing behind him kissing his cheek.

Real Rau smiles. Thought ‘Odd that I'd think about him right now…’

Rau walking away from the residential area, wearing his armor. Frowning. Thought ‘I wonder how he's doing… if he's alive.’

Walking further, down an alley in Pearl Lane, Rau glances at the corner. Spectral Wolf and Rau kissing.

Raubahn smiles sadly as he passes, turning toward the market. Thought ‘He's got to be alive. If what he went through didn't kill him, nothing would… not even a bloody calamity.’

Part 3

Wolfram standing in the airship area, tucking his flask into his pocket. Nervous smile. Thought ‘Well, I'm back…”

Wolf exiting the elevator, nervous, takes a deep breath. Thought ‘Surely he wouldn't still be upset... right?’ ‘He's so accomplished. A living legend. He couldn't possibly be angry at his ex from over a decade ago…right?’

Wolf walking out into the street. Thought ‘Anyroad, I'm an envoy of the Admiral. Even if he were, he wouldn't have me arrested… right?’

A) Close up of face but he's walking on the main road. Worried look. Thought ‘What if…what if he doesn't even remember me?’ B) Looks hurt and a bit scared.

Wolf walking into the Hall of Flames. An unusually tall blond Viera in a lieutenant uniform is talking to the trader at the desk.

Bran turns as Wolf walks up to him. Wolf addresses him with a big fake smile “You look important. Can you get a message to your General? It's from Merlwyb.”

A) Bran beams brightly “I am! Very important! Well, a lieutenant. I'm important to myself and that's what matters. I’d be happy to deliver it to him for you.” B) Wolf smiles awkwardly ”Uh, thanks.” Thought ‘This guy sure has pep... I have to get out of here.’

Raubahn walks in as Wolf disappears in a concealing cloud of aether. Rau surprised.

A) Close up shot. Rau looks left. B) Rau looks right.

Rau amused “I must assume we were just robbed?” Bran laughs, walking over to him “No, don't worry. It was just an odd and unnecessarily attractive envoy. They had a message for you from Admiral Bloefhiswyn.”

A) Rau chuckles, taking the message “Ah, so I trust you scared them off with an unexpected advance?” B) Bran shrugs “I'd like to take the credit, yet they seemed a bit on edge already. Hopefully that doesn't indicate a gloomy message.”

Rau straight face “Aye, our city is still recovering. I trust if it were urgent she would have called my linkshell.” Bran smiles “Oh, surely nothing like that. Everything will work out. Always does.” Rau “I pray you're correct. I'll open it with Eline. Stop by my office later, Lieutenant Thorvald.”

Wolfram Saga Comics

[finniestoncrane]

Hi! Hope you don't mind but may I request a #9? (Also, congrats on the 1k milestone!)

I'm Filipino but was raised in America for majority of my life. I enjoy reading/writing fiction since it allows me to escape reality, even for a slightest moment. Same why I enjoy drawing as well, as it let's be get lost in the world of possibilities and imagination.

For the most part, when I'm on my own, I'm rather withdrawn and silent. More of a listener than a speaker since I get nervous/anxious interacting with others, not to mention, it was how I was raised. When I'm with others I know and trust, I can be loud, chaotic, relaxed, feeling no need to hide, and be able to speak of my thoughts, problems, and worries with more ease. Though, I'd still need to recharge from too many social interactions at times.

I tend to hyperfixiate on stuff, jumping from one focus to another. It can get hectic, to the point where I might neglect taking care of myself with how invested I'm in it. Sometimes, it might last from a mere week to almost a year or two (longest was 4 years but it was surprisingly not chaotic like the others I've had cause it was mainly me just reading about... 4,000+ works worth of fanfics? At least, that's just a close estimation. Lost count after that).

I try to think logically but sometimes, my emotions might get in the way. Doesn't help when I tend to bottle up the more negative ones.

(Unsure if this is enough info bout myself. Hope this be enough, though!)

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: this was plenty to let me know who i was giving you!! the goodest boy 💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

so first of all, the escape from reality thing hit me as something bane does, although his methods are a bit more destructive and involve copious amounts of venom, but i think he needs someone to show him better methods. creativity would be such a good outlet for him, and someone to teach him how to be creative would be good, and i don't know, from the way you speak (type) it feels like you would be very patient and giving when it came to helping someone learn a new skill

he's quiet too, i imagine. spending developemental years in a prison with no friends your own age would make you withdrawn, and a bit unlikely to strike up conversations with just anyone. but he's a big guy, so he has to put on a facade of bravery even when he can't be truly tough, but like you he would need time to power up his social battery before going at it again

the only problem is that he's a listener too, but i feel like it would be so much more beneficial to you both to sit in comfortable silence and just enjoy each other's company

he's got an addictive personality, so hyperfixations are something he could understand. but he's not lost as easily, and he's deeply soft and sensitive so it would become his favourite thing to take care of you while your brain is busy doing other stuff. and if he has to drag you away from ao3 with his bare hands he will, and he's strong, so you know he'll succeed

he's not stupid, he tries to be logical too. but his emotions, specifically his temper, get the better of him. but maybe you two could open up to each other, share in the negatives and try and focus more on the positives

i doubt he's ever really expressed the pain of his childhood, and someone who can understand bottling things up would feel like a safe person to finally open up to

[snow-system-wol]

Preparing for Ilsabard (reluctantly) -- Part II

As much as it was easier to let it go, Lyse felt S'ria deserved a courtesy warning about what'd she'd overheard between Fray and Zenos over a year ago before stepping foot in Garlemald.

Ao3

(tw for depiction of panic attack)

"S'ria, may we speak in private?"

Lyse had managed to sneak up on him and it was only the familiarity of her voice that kept him from jumping out of his skin. He didn't like her tone, far too serious for her earlier excitement at seeing him again, but there was no reason to refuse. He nodded and allowed her to lead him through the maze of Ala Mhigo, eventually stopping in a small storeroom.

She looked around cautiously and bolted the door on the way in – S'ria found himself increasingly concerned about how important or confidential this matter may be. In different circumstances, maybe he'd be nervous about this behavior – but this was Lyse, and he was quite confident that he could spot an impersonator.

They both perched on some boxes and S'ria waited for her to start explaining. With pleasantries and catching up long since out of the way in the last several hours, the only thing that remained was whatever important matter she called him out here for.

"Okay, please be patient with me – I do not want to cause you undue distress in my choice of words."

S'ria raised his eyebrows as if to say, 'putting this off is a great way to cause me more distress'.

"Sorry, sorry – here we go. During your last fight with Zenos, here in Ala Mhigo, I arrived at the end of it. I overheard some of a conversation between you – well, not you exactly – and Zenos. Do you… remember anything like that?"

S'ria's grip on the sides of the crate tightened. "No. I do not."

"Oh. I'm not really sure how to have this conversation, but I wanted you to be prepared going into Garlemald. How much do you know about… your life?" Lyse winced.

S'ria was beginning to look as though he'd rather be anywhere than this conversation. "I am now, unfortunately, somewhat aware of my childhood circumstances." There was enough venom in the word that it was quite clear that they were on the same page. "I also know He's dead. I left the country after, somehow, got to Eorzea."

"Did you know that you killed him?"

S'ria choked out something that was half of a laugh. "Not for certain. But I suspected as much …Do you know how?"

Lyse cringed. "Not exactly, but it sounded like it was… um. Violent."

"Mm." S'ria was quiet for a moment, unsure if he wanted to try and remember that moment for catharsis, or if it'd be worse to know. Maybe asking had been a mistake. "Lyse, I don't think learning extra details before I go back there is a good idea, unless there was something else to this conversation."

Lyse was quiet for a long moment, staring at her hands, before she finally blurted something out.

"Zenos knows."

After a moment to process the words, all of the blood drained from S'ria's face and he immediately felt dizzy. "What? How?"

"He said he looked into you, came across the records for your accusation of murder. I'm sorry." And truly, she did sound very sorry, the sympathy soothing – even if it was lost against the intensity of everything else.

The warm air in the storeroom was increasingly stagnant in S'ria's lungs. "How… how much does he know? Just that?"

"I – he said –" Lyse looked away from him. "I think he was able to see the situation for what it was. I'm so sorry, just breathe, please?" She reached for his arm and then immediately pulled her hand back when he flinched.

"Wh-why, why did I need to know this?"

Lyse looked stricken. "I wouldn't have said unless it seemed necessary. If he tries to use that information to hurt you –"

" – then I'd have been taken completely off guard." S'ria made a wheezing noise that was impossible to tell if it was originally a laugh or a sob. "That's fair." There was something else he thought he wanted to add, but he was feeling too lightheaded to focus on that.

"Look at me, S'ria – I'm going to breathe slowly, and I want you to try to match me. Can you do that?"

S'ria nodded jerkily. It was reminiscent of training somehow, this breathing exercise. When he'd first learned stealth, they'd taught him how to breathe smoothly and quietly, such that your lungs remained well supplied but you made no unnecessary noise. He wondered if Lyse had learned to slow her heart and breathing while training too, or if this was something she'd picked up elsewhere.

Over the course of several long minutes, his heart and breathing returned to something far more normal, leaving him merely tired and clammy. He felt like he'd been sprinting around outside in the heat instead of sitting in one place.

"Thank you. For the help and for…warning me. I'll be glad to have you at my side for this mission." He smiled weakly. "I'll do my best to not be a…liability, in Garlemald."

"Any time. And please, that's not what I want you to take from this conversation. I just don't want you hurt by something we might avoid." She paused a moment. "May I hug you? You can say no, always."

S'ria considered. Lyse was familiar, she was warm, her fabrics soft, her scent pleasant. "...Yeah. Go ahead."

It was just as nice as he remembered it being.