#RELATIONSHIPS ;; Peri & Five

[starwrittenfates]

@cosmicangsts

feeling normal about them

[420technoblazeit]

ok now that ive watched all of the fairly oddparents reboot here's my thoughts on peri and dev bc they ended up being my favorites

kind of obsessed w/peri's tumblr sexyman energy lasting approximately five seconds bc he's constantly stressed out dealing with dev. it's a little funny. he literally talks an octave or two higher than in that clip at all times. born 2 be a tumblr sexyman forced 2 deal with an obnoxious ipad kid

also idk if this is a hot take but peri's kind of a bad fairy godparent. and it's not even his fault really, he's trying, i think he just doesnt understand what dev needs. which makes sense bc dev's his first godkid. but he doesnt seem to get that while dev is really demanding all the time that's mostly bc aside from hazel peri seems to be the only person he regularly interacts with and he's grown up with the understanding that the only way to make friends is to buy people's respect and that's what he uses a lot of his wishes for

like yes peri's right, his job is just to grant wishes. but when you look at how cosmo and wanda interact with hazel theyre constantly suggesting ideas when she isnt sure abt how to solve a problem and coming up with new solutions. they also make sure to take the time to teach her life lessons when they see the opportunity to do so. but peri doesnt have the experience to do either of those things and that + his insistence to stick to the rules kind of puts a strain on his relationship with dev

i feel like it's pretty clear that dev got a fairy godparent bc he's being emotionally neglected like crazy. his dad sucks ass. and peri seems to recognize that and tries to give him emotional support but he doesnt really know how and sometimes runs out of patience with him. anyway i hope they get a second chance so we can see peri learning how to b a better fairy godparent. idk if that's the direction theyre gonna go w/those characters i feel like they wouldnt get rid of either of them considering how popular they are but itd b nice to see them work it out properly yk

[therealtsk]

What Your Favorite Worm Ship Says About You

some people have found my crusty, old ass tumblr post on this very topic, so im making a new one with my updated opinions! Cause those are, in fact, allowed to change. Enjoy! Taylor x Lisa: you're into relationships that could be dysfunctional or healthy with one push in either direction. also something something sun lesbian moon lesbian. Taylor x Rachel: You love dogs, and you want a girlfriend who can kick your ass. You're also into bomber jackets. I respect you. Taylor x Alec: Sadly, you do exist, and you did make it weird. Go away! Taylor x Amy: You read altpowers on the daily and complain about canon worm being too grimdark. Solid odds on you having never read worm. To be clear, it's worse if you have. also something something FBI OPEN UP Taylor x Victoria: You like the vibes of Lisa and Taylor's dynamic, but you want them to be a little more heroic and a little less dysfunctional. But only a little. Taylor x Clockblocker: You're straight and liked that one joke that cropped up. I also haven't seen any of you in a hot minute, thank god. No offense but this ship is mad boring.

Taylor x Sophia: You've come to realize that Sophia is a great character who gets done extremely dirty by the rest of the fandom. Also, rivals to lovers. Taylor x Emma: This can go one of two ways. Either you adore childhood friends to lovers, or you love enemies to lovers. Either way, you're obsessed with hurt and/or comfort fics. Taylor x Theo: You actually read Worm and recognize that Theo is criminally underrated in the fandom. Now just stop shipping him with Taylor and you'll complete the next step on your journey to enlightenment.

Taylor x Simurgh: I can't say for sure you're a anime fan, but you're definitely at least a little bit of a monsterfucker. also something something inherent eroticism of being world-destroying power couple. Taylor x Greg. You read Worm SI's unironically and get really defensive when people say that Greg is an incel. Completely unrelated, you haven't spoken to a woman other then your mother in five years. Taylor x Cherie: I've been informed this is a ship. I've yet to be informed as of a reason why I should like it. Cherie likers stay mad!

Lisa x Rachel: I don't remember the last time I saw this ship that wasn't also tagged as a polycule with Taylor, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say you're an OT3 enjoyer.

Lisa x Victoria: You’re into the “enemies to lovers” trope, but more of the "Spiderman x Black Cat" type then the "you murdered my entire home town but i can't help but find you sexy" type. Also you have a thing for blondes

Lisa x Faultline: Your ideal relationship dynamic is bickering married couple. You're also into heist movies.

Lisa x Simurgh: You have a thing for smart girls... who hate you. Also, you really liked Part of the Whole.  Contessa x Alexandria: You're fucking based. Also something something inherent eroticism of girlbosses winning Contessa x Numberman: you're friends with Peri and enjoy memes about pants and math Numberman x Jack Slash: You think serial killers are hot and are starved for m/m ships. Danny x Eidolon: You're losersexual and are starved for m/m ships. Also you frequent r/wormemes Danny x Miss Militia: Honestly, i think you all died out. I couldn't be happier, this ship is fucking dumb. Amy x Literally Anyone Besides Taylor: listen, there's like a hundred different jokes i could make here, but all of them boil down to amy defenders always defending the rapist for some reason so let's just agree amy defenders are fucking cringe and move on Dragon x Defiant: You understand that this is unironically the only healthy relationship in worm with some of the best character growth and romance in the entire story, and a majority of all of it happens off screen. You're extremely bitter that so many fanfics do both of them so dirty they get beaten into different characters. Alec x Aisha: You like the idea of this ship, cause two pranksters making everyone miserable is the kinda vibe you enjoy, but constantly run into the issue that Alec is...well. Alec. That or you're into Alec's brand of shit, in which case, FBI OPEN UP Aisha x Missy: You read It's Cold Out There Every Day. I did too. Fuck, this fic is so good. I'm going to go cry about the ending again. Lily x Sabah: Yes, you know the age gap is a little problematic, you just want to be happy with your relatively healthy canon lesbians goddamn it Purity x Literally Anyone: You don't understand why people keep calling you racist. You're not! You're just weirdly defensive of the hot milf who murders people of color and seem to constantly bring up that Kaiser didn't actually believe the nazi propaganda he was peddling. You are racist btw Taylor x Brian: You...are Wildbow

[timperi-fan]

Your timperi playlist is so good!!!! I wasn't expecting some of the song choices but they fit so well???? and it was fun trying to guess from wich pov they were and how they fit in the fic's story.

Its a little silly, but I got a bit excited when I played the songs that I already knew, thinking of them in the context of this ship/fic. Like, little talks??? amnesia??? HURTS LIKE HELL???? PLEASE DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME????? I WANNA ME YOURS????? PINK!!! IN!!! THE!!! NIGHT!!!?????

I'm truly obsessed with this playlist <3

Also, Rewrite the Stars being there made me think of that one scene people used to redraw as their own ships when the movie first came out (I think it was Zack Efron and Zendaya's characters first meeting, idk I haven't actually seen the movie xD) and I couldn't help thinking about Timmy and Peri in that scene, someone should draw that *winkwink*

Also! The cover art is really cute, could you tell me where you found it?

(also!! i just saw your new post about ILITAYH and i'm. so. excited!!! -especially for the horniness and the tears ;) )

Link to the playlist.

Thank you so much, anon!! 🥺 I spent DAYS getting that playlist exactly perfect (instead of actually writing the fic, whoops) so I am so glad to see others enjoying it!!

Some songs are from Timmy's POV, some are from both, but most of them are Peri's. He's the main character, after all.

The playlist has a couple of different "sections." The first eight songs fall under Part 1: Brothers, which is all before Timmy lost his memory. Hence why these songs gradually get more melancholy, despite being tinged with hope, as the inevitable approaches.

Part 2: Alone, is... Exactly what it sounds like. These songs on the playlist get more depressing as Peri's explosive grief simmers into a constant state of depression over time. These songs do follow the five stages of grief very loosely — but I have a specific song in mind to fit "acceptance." See if you can guess which one it is :)

Part 3: Strangers, is the part of the playlist where Timmy and Peri meet again, as adults. I don't have a clearly defined point where this bleeds into Part 4: Friends, or a point where it becomes Part 5: Love. I guess that's okay, though! It suits them, because Peri and Timmy couldn't define those stages of their relationship if you asked them, either, lol!

A lot of the songs in the middle of the playlist are more for ~vibes~ than story beats. A lot of the "I don't want to be in love with you" type songs are meant to represent Peri's inner turmoil... But in the fic proper, he's repressing the hell out of those thoughts! He experiences the denial and the self-hatred and the regret all at once, after his relationship with Timmy reaches a point where Peri can no longer deny it :)

The mutual pining part of the playlist is my favorite! See this stretch of songs? ↓↓

These are actually POV switches! They go from Peri to Timmy to Peri to Timmy etc for a while, as they both grapple (or, in Timmy's case, don't grapple) with their feelings. It's so fun having Peri's sadder, longing, soulful songs about desire and struggling to accept that right next to Timmy's upbeat, bouncing songs about how they are perfect together and he wants Peri so bad, haha 💕

Part 6: Together settles towards the end, filled with love songs that become softer as they bleed into the "epilogue" of the playlist, Part 7: Forever.

Timmy and Peri's relationship in ILITAYH will not go this smoothly, ha! Nor will it necessarily end how the playlist implies that it does. But there are some hints in the last two songs as to how the fic will conclude :)

But, yeah >_< I can literally ramble about every single song on that playlist and how it relates to TimPeri. Do not feel silly, anon, I promise that not only am I more deranged about them than you, but I am beyond happy to have someone as excited about this playlist as I am!!

[starwrittenfates]

@cosmicangsts

Peri describe Five

[oliviaischillin1204]

tickletober day 9- "wake up!"

word count: 858 words

i was Not expecting to write a FOP fic skjjfhdjsk, but last night i watched the first half of a new wish and i think it was incredibly adorable and surprisingly funny sjdhfgdhj. i love hazel w all my heart and i adore her relationship w cosmo and wanda. specifically i wanted to write abt wanda and hazel bc of that shot in the first episode when hazel is running for the door and wanda stands in front of it to try to catch her- it just gave such parent vibes. i think wanda can have Girlmom rights, as a treat <3

Wanda appeared in Hazel's room with a yawn. Boy, she'd forgotten how early ten year olds had to wake up to go to school. Cosmo had kept snoring right through Hazel's alarm, as did the godchild herself, and with both of Hazel's parents working early this morning, Wanda knew it was up to her to help Hazel start her day.

Wanda took a moment to snap into her human form before reaching out to shake Hazel's arm.

"Come on, squirt," she murmured. "Time to wake up!"

Nothing. Hazel slept like the dead, her arms tucked against her chest as she slept on her stomach, drooling on her satin pillowcase. Wanda moved down to perch on the edge of the bed.

"Sweetie..." she sang lightly, rubbing her palm against Hazel's back. "Don't you want to see your friends today? Tell Dev some of those new knock-knock jokes you learned?"

Still there was no response other than her godchild's snuffling breaths. Wanda frowned. Timmy used to be like this, too-- staying in bed as long as possible, until he missed the bus and had to be magicked to school. But she knew that would stress Hazel out, and she didn't want her to panic.

She switched from rubbing Hazel's back to scratching her nails up and down her spine. This is what worked with Peri when he was little; back scratches helped him slowly wake up, talking softly with whatever parent was with him until he was ready to pop out of bed, bright eyed and bushy tailed. Somehow it seemed to have the opposite effect on Hazel, and her snores seemed to get even louder somehow.

Wanda furrowed her brow in thought. What else could she do to wake her up? She was thinking so hard about it that she almost didn't notice Wanda shuffling beneath her.

"Mom?" Hazel said, a smile playing at her lips before her eyes peeked open. They widened upon seeing Wanda instead of her mom.

"Wanda? Why're ya human?" she asked, voice heavy with sleep.

"Because the last time I woke you up as a fairy, you thought I was a big bee and tried to swat me," Wanda teased. Hazel smiled again, sheepish, but it only took a couple seconds before her eyes drifted shut again.

"Oh, no you don't!" Wanda said. "It's school time, squirt. Up and at 'em."

"Mmmmm... no," Hazel replied, making no move to slide out from under the covers.

"Yes!" Wanda replied, still idly scratching her back. "No more sleeping, you have to--"

Her hand drifted to Hazel's side, and the girl let out a soft giggle.

The answer popped into Wanda's head like it'd been wished into existence, and she smiled.

"Alright. Have it your way." And with that, she skittered all five nails on the back of Hazel's ribs.

Even through her pajamas, the effect was immediate. Hazel gasped awake with a squeal, nearly pushing herself off the bed.

"Wanda!" she squeaked, wiggling side to side. "Wha-- whahahat?"

"Oh, there you are, sleepyhead!" Wanda said cheerfully. "I was wondering when you were going to wake up."

Despite her giggles, Hazel shook her head. "Nohohoho, don't wannahaha!"

"You don't wanna what?" Wanda asked. She reached around with her other hand to flitter against Hazel's other side, launching a new round of giggles. The girl was probably still sleep-addled, Wanda thought, given how she couldn't figure out what to do or how to escape. "Don't wanna wake up? Don't wanna go to school? Don't wanna be tickled?"

"Yehehes-- nohoho-- I don't knohohow!" Hazel squealed. She rolled to one side, trying to protect herself from Wanda's nails, only to laugh even harder as Wanda switched to clamping her hands to her sides and squeezing rapidly.

"Aw, tickle tickle tickle, sweetie!" she cooed. "Coochie coochie coochie coo!"

Hazel's eyes were as bright as her laughter, and she finally managed to shoot a hand out and snatch one of Wanda's wrists.

"I wish you-- hehehehe-- I wish--!"

Before she could finish her sentence, Wanda pulled her hands back.

"You don't have to wish for that, squirt," she said. "I'm done, I promise."

Hazel's giggles continued for a few seconds longer. She wiggled around, trying to shake off the stray tickles.

"Did I sleep through my alarm again?" She asked. Wanda gave her a patented Mom Look, and Hazel smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

"Aw, don't sweat it, kiddo." Wanda patted her arm. "Just wanted to have a little fun to help wake you up."

"It worked," Hazel agreed. She sat up, yawning and stretching her arms above her head, before crawling over to sit next to Wanda on the edge of her bed. She leaned against her side, and Wanda wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"Good morning, Hazel," Wanda said softly, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Good morning, Wanda."

"Good morning, Cosmo!"

Both Hazel and Wanda looked up as Cosmo poofed into existence, yawning and stretching just like Hazel had moments before. He looked at them-- Hazel still in her pajamas, Wanda in her human form-- and blinked. "What'd I miss?"

Wanda and Hazel looked at each other, and burst into laughter.

[iruludavare]

{ ooc. Just a heads up that I'll very likely be quiet ooc-wise until tomorrow, aside from close friends! It's once again time for my bi-yearly check-up on The Lumps(tm) and my appointment was bumped up to this arvo (probably because of the core biopsy saga from last time). And it's always a pretty emotionally draining experience

And not to get serious on an rp blog, but god knows that this isn't told to us nearly enough as it should:

Please, regardless of your age or gender, check your chest and armpit areas at least once a month

Especially if you are using hormonal birth control or other hormone therapies

There are hundreds of guides on how to do so online, if no-one has ever taught you (like this one). And more gender-inclusive ones are available

It doesn't matter if you're sexually active or not. It doesn't matter if you're in a relationship. It doesn't matter if your partner has said/felt anything (usually they don't notice them). It doesn't matter if you have an active lifestyle/workout everyday (hell, I do. So take my case as an example). It doesn't matter how much tissue you have there. It doesn't matter if you're post/peri-menopausal, still get periods, or don't have them at all. It takes less than five minutes, and can save your life.

There's no shame in checking those areas for lumps/changes, or anywhere else on your body for that matter. You're not inviting bad luck by doing it either.

Sometimes there's this idea that you'll be able to see when you have a lump, but that's not the case most of the time. Not unless it's right near the surface and/or large enough. Usually, benign lumps will feel hard and smooth and you'll be able to move them around a little. More concerning ones maybe won't feel as smooth. Regardless, if you feel any sort of lump, go to your GP and get a referral for an ultrasound or mammogram (but they likely will have to do an examination, so please be aware of that).

Trust me when I say you'd rather find that shit early and monitor it than to find one too late. }

[trashboatprince]

I've been listening to the Big Finish stories for about four years now, and I've come to find that I honestly enjoy the way the characters are written and performed in them better than they are in the show.

Like, we get more stories out of these guys, with more ways to expand on the plots and characterizations. I like learning more about the Doctors and their companions. And the fact that four of the Doctors are actually allowed more stories since their on-screen time was so limited (especially Eight, that man only has the movie and two on-screen moments, everything else is expanded media).

But one of my favorite things is just the strange and fun things added to the characters' lore in stories.

Here are some of my favorites:

-Donna wears Crocs when she's on vacation, and it was a running joke through an audio adventure

-Ten ate melted marshmallows coated in melted plastic

-This came from a whole adventure with Ten, Donna, Sylvia, and Wilf and I adore this story, even if it's full of really bad, cringy 'flirting' between Ten and Donna. I'm sorry, but second hand embarrassment and I are not friends, haha.

-Eight was on a game show once and he won

-There is a whole audio series of Eight and two of his companions stranded in 2020, and the audio was recorded before COVID so... yeah, haha. It also has the Curator as a character in it!

-He also seems to have memory issues in stories, and it's a lot more frequent than you'd expect

-Six had to dress in the clothes of a dead Santa Claus in order to not be killed by a cult that worshipped fictional characters

-Six and his companion Evelyn befriended two of Burke and Hare's last murder victims, one of them played by David Tennant. The story is actually really good but leaves me feeling empty whenever I finish listening to it.

-Speaking of characters played by David Tennant that aren't the Doctor, Seven and Ace had to deal with a N*zi played by him that had a very, VERY horrific sounding death due to the TARDIS. Seven canonically had to install a program to prevent anyone else from dying such a death. This was David's first ever role in a DW project.

-Ten has the weirdest relationships with Four, Five, and Six. He seems to begrudgingly respect Four (and vice versa), fanboyed over Five, and basically had a buddy comedy adventure with Six against Weeping Angels.

-Why does it seem like Eight travels mainly with lesbians?

-Eleven and Fifteen have teamed up in an audio story before, but we don't hear Fifteen. But it's nice to know that he has interacted with more than just Fourteen. Hope we one day get a Fifteen Doctor audio series.

-Nine is canonically aromantic! Which explains a lot, but it makes his relationship with Rose a lot more meaningful because the aroace identity is a spectrum and Nine is somewhere on there. But I love that this is a canon thing, it makes me very happy to hear.

-This is more of an opinion than anything else, but River is a thousand times more interesting in the audio stories than in TV canon. Probably because she isn't just talking about the Doctor, she's doing things, she's actually funny and entertaining, and while she does flirt, she knows when to pay attention to the situation and actually be part of it without being all 'femme fatale'. Probably helps that she's not being written by Moffat, who always writes her one handed. :\

-The War Master is terrifying and I'm kinda sad that the fandom doesn't do much with him. Same with the War Doctor.

-Ten fought a plant version of himself with Leela and it's probably the audio story I've listened to the most. I am obsessed with the Spriggan and I don't know why. Maybe it's because of David's gremlin voice he uses for him.

-Jackie's stories about Tentoo fill my heart with joy, I adore the friendship they have

-Jackie, Lady Christina, and Six make for an awesome team

-Six and Peri had to solve a mystery at an women's college, which meant Six had to be the companion

-Seven and Ace got stuck in a situation against an enemy that uses words to manipulate people, specifically around the words forty-five (this is due to the story being for the 45th anniversary of the series)

-Ten and Missy are the weirdest MasterDoctor couple, but damnit, they make me laugh. Also, this is the third time David and Michelle have acted together (they did the Loud House movie as the main Scottish characters, and they are Scrooge and Matilda McDuck)

-Ten can canonically sing Italian opera

-Rose, Jackie, and Ten teamed up together through shenanigans to save a British town from an 'invasion'.

-Donna has almost been married to a prince

-Eleven and Twelve got trapped in a morgue together to deal with someone trying to harm them, it is a very weird story and the very first one I ever got from Big Finish (because it was free!)

-I won't spoil anything, but Chimes of Midnight is one of the most intense stories I have listened to and I think it's due to just how complicated the story gets. I highly recommend it.

-There is an audio story that is connected to a novel and an episode. Time Reavers is connected to In the Blood, a novel that takes place just after the Library episodes.

-Ten tells Rose that gender is basically a dumb, human concept

-Ten has a cellphone, he just doesn't like to use it

-Apparently he does not mind being arrested, because it usually means he can talk to whoever is in charge

-He spent time with Jane Austen, who is a monster hunter, and a very cruel one at that because she collects trophies. He thought about her traveling with him, but he's terrified of her. This makes Crowley's knowledge of her hilarious because apparently according to both of these DT characters, she has done a lot more than just writing novels

-Ten hates tourist-y stuff, like queue lines and and tours. He also doesn't like hats due to them messing up his hair.

-Donna can play the piano

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Starlight — Prologue

pairing: fae!ezra x princess!oc (Marigold)

rating: M (first person POV, split second mention of death, strained paternal relationship, arranged marriage, fantasy elements, i literally created a world and lore for this so if none of it makes any sense that is why, this chapter is just meant to build the world—we meet Ezra in the next chapter)

wc: 1.2k

a/n: hi everybody!! i’m well aware this book will not be one of my more popular series, but i really just wanted to write something fantastical, and even if i’m the only soul who reads this, it’s fine! we love a bit of self indulgence every now and again! anyways, hope you guys like this little prologue. i’m hoping to have the next chapter out within the week 🤍

series masterlist

All I’ve ever known is summer.

In my world, Etos, there are five kingdoms: Heims, Oceanus, Florere, Ember, Nox, and Solis. Anywhere else is far too dangerous for a mortal to step foot into, even if they could manage crossing the sea that separates us from the Fae lands and beyond.

The furthest land from my own is Heims, a frosty wonderland full of people hardened by the perpetually cold weather. Most of our coal comes directly from Heims, as well as my father’s toughest soldiers. My eldest sister, Wilhelmina, or Mina, as far as our family is concerned, married the charming Prince of Heims, Kristofer, and currently resides in the castle made of crystal so clear it almost looked like ice, setting the standard for the rest of my sisters.

Oceanus, too, was an important ally to have—their land producing the entirety of our fish as well as guarding the coast from those who seek to take back Etos. My father knew this well, and soon arranged for my second eldest sister, Peregrine, or Peri, to be married off to the King’s highest ranking emissary, Lord Titus, assuring the alliance between our lands. Luckily for soft-natured Peri, Titus seemed to be a gentleman and truly in love with my sister. I would have never allowed my father to marry her off if he wasn’t. Her gentle and kind spirit was far too precious to me to allow some man to ruin it.

Ember, a land of constant autumn, was where the academics went to study the arts and the sciences. My sister, Wilhelmina, was the actually the very first woman to be admitted into the university. I always admired her tenacity in the face of adversity, but even in my admiration, I feared her intellect and drive, just as my father must have after breaking down and allowing her to leave Solis.

The softer lands—at least in the minds of the northerners—were Florere, a land of eternal spring, and Solis, my land, the eternal summer. Octavia, the sister closest in age to me and by far the only one I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy due to her mean-nature and competitiveness, had recently left Solis to be with her betrothed, the Prince of Florere, Ignacio. I didn’t bother to vet her partner, but from what I could see by his solid gold carriage and fine regalia, he seemed to be just as pretentious as she was. A perfect match as far as I was concerned.

Even in all the beauty of Etos, all the varying climates and scenes, I never wanted to live anywhere else but my home. Solis.

Here there was no reason to be cruel and cold. Here, we appreciated the arts, and believed that leisure itself was an artform. We worshipped the sun, we worshipped our gardens, and when it came to love, we worshipped one another.

My father, his mother, and her father before her all wore the golden crown of Solis. Warmth and sunlight was woven into my bones, tanned my skin, softened my heart. My mother once told me, long before she passed, that my sisters and I were all born beneath a blazing sun at her request. I suppose she believed a warm birth meant we’d all live warm lives and die warm deaths.

As I wandered through the garden contemplating my newly revealed fate, I couldn’t help but wonder if her efforts were in vain.

My father, a once-loving, soft man I cherished more than the sun itself, had changed since my mother’s shocking and violent death after she was mauled by an injured wolf while attempting to remove an arrow from its side in the very forest I now padded my feet into. He grew cruel and hateful towards me, his youngest of five girls. I suppose I understand why, if I truly think about it.

Unlike my four older sisters, I took after my mother so much that even I found myself shocked at the resemblance. And even if I didn’t have her shimmering, gold eyes, or her caramel-brown head of long curls, or the same dimple in my left cheek, I had her heart. Soft, curious, and empathetic. Everything my father once loved about my mother, he now hated about me.

Of course he found it hard to look at me, to talk to me. I was his grief personified.

But even in all his iciness and hatred, I never expected that he’d sign my life away to the coldest, darkest realm in the world. To Nox. To marry the infamously insufferable King Kaius and become the future queen of the starland.

Whether I wanted to or not.

It felt personal, his choice in my betrothed. A daughter of the sun being forced to never see it again. It almost felt like another death to endure. Everything I have ever known and loved gone overnight.

As I found my place underneath my favorite elm tree, the one me and my mother used to sneak off to with our stolen bundle of sweets from the kitchen, I couldn’t bring myself to loathe him the way I wanted to.

Perhaps the distance would chill the warmth I still held in my heart for him.

Perhaps then, I could hate him the way he deserves.

My sister, Cosabella—the most cautious and maternal out of the five of us, happily married to the head of our father’s King’s Guard—and my father stood in front of our palace, its white marble and green grass beckoning me to stay. To fight for my right to live here in the sun, just as my mother had. But one look at my father’s cold and emotionless face and I knew there was no point.

This was how he wanted it.

“Take care of yourself,” Cosabella warned, slipping me a golden dagger. “Do not trust anyone. Write when you can. I will see you…” She trailed off, but I knew why. She didn’t know when we’d see each other next, if at all. “Just…be careful. Remember that just because the sun is gone, does not mean mother isn’t right there with you. She lives in you, Mari—“

“Enough,” my father shouted, gesturing behind me at the carriage waiting with two footmen and two Kingsguards. “Off you go.”

“Yes, father,” I replied, my voice as small as a child as I gave Cosabella one final hug, memorizing the citrus of her perfume.

“Go on, now,” she smiled as she pulled away, wiping the tear from my cheek. “Go introduce Solis to Nox. Bring them a little light.”

“I love you,” I managed, nodding my head at her command. “I will see you.”

“I love you too.”

I knew she wouldn’t promise me anything she couldn’t assure, but it didn’t help my cracking heart as I climbed into the carriage, leaving everything I’d ever known behind.

I placed my hand upon the glass window and watched as she lifted her own, waving at me before resting it over her equally breaking heart.

“Make yourself comfortable, Princess,” the footman that I’d known since I was a child called back into the carriage. “It’s a long ride to Nox.”

To the eternal darkness.

I wasn’t sure how they managed any of it. How cold they must be, not only their bodies but their hearts and minds. I couldn’t imagine any beauty in a black sky.

I’d heard about stars in my astronomy courses, learned that the sun itself was a star, but it never seemed to make any sense to me to spend time contemplating a billion little specks of light when I could lay beneath the biggest. A light bright enough to shine over the entirety of the world—except for Nox.

My father had said it was cursed by the fae Kings and Queens who once ruled over these lands, a punishment for the mortal revolution. And based on the description he gave of his own visits, I was inclined to believe him then. But now…

Curse or no curse, this was my fate. I could either accept the cards dealt to me and make something of them, or I could fold.

My mother taught me to never fold.

[bambiraptorx]

what's Peri's deal?

Okay Peri's deal is somewhat complicated just based on the fact that she's the oldest oc that I have for this particular universe, and would be the main character if I ever wrote it as an actual story, so she's gone through quite a bit of evolution (as a character that I've had for five or so years does lol).

Here's a rough doodle of her:

[I.D. Rough digital bust sketch of Peri, a Black girl with short, thick locs. She is smiling. End I.D.]

So she's seventeen years old (currently, I might change that lol), and she works as what is known in universe as an arsonist. That basically means she lights and/or maintains fires for people, and since she does so with fire magic that can sustain itself with much less than a regular flame, it generally saves people a lot on fuel. There aren't that many people who can manipulate flame, so her talents are generally pretty high in demand. Her magic is also considered to be a divine blessing.

She's pretty outgoing and boisterous, and can make friends just as easily as enemies. She's not a fan of heights, and gets teased for that because she's the tallest person in her friend group. She also has generalized amnesia and doesn't remember her life before around the age of eight, when her parents died in a fire.

She honestly tries not to think about her parents too much, but their deaths still have had a lasting impact on her. She knows that people can just disappear without warning, but more importantly she knows she can forget them, and that scares her. Does she process this? No <3 Absolutely not <3 She is never going to think about this if she can help it <3

But that also means that she's got a lot of unresolved insecurities about her relationships and a fear (subconscious at best cause girlie does Not want to acknowledge it) that in one way or another people will leave her.

(here's the list of ocs if anyone wants to ask questions!)

[whump-me]

Obscure: Chapter 22

Chapter 22 (the last chapter!!) of Obscure, novel-length interrogation whump about a rebel leader who can erase memories with a thought, an interrogator who can see inside his subjects’ minds… and the connection they share that neither of them suspects.

Masterpost | the Mind Games universe | Read the completed novel on Patreon

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Kirill

Kirill could have been another piece of furniture in Ramachandra’s spare and sterile office. Her face was empty. Kirill’s face mirrored hers. Her eyes were cold. So was Kirill’s voice.

She showed no approval, of course. That would have been beneath her. But he knew, all the same, that she approved. He was, once again, exactly what she needed.

“I got the location of three different bombs from the latest subject,” he said. “The FBI only knew there were two out there to find.”

“Yes, I read the report. They had a lot of questions about your unique talent. I lied, of course.”

“In the past two weeks, I’ve traveled to five different cities, and performed five different interrogations. In each of those interrogations, I’ve obtained the necessary information in far less than the allotted time—and in three, I got more information than was asked for.”

“Yes, you’re good at what you do,” she said, with a slight dip of her chin. “You didn’t need to call a meeting to tell me that.”

“I didn’t come here to ask you to tell me I’m good at my job,” he said. “I’m here to say you’re not paying enough for how good I am.”

Her expression didn’t change. But her fractional pause told Kirill that if she were capable of feeling surprise, she would have been feeling it right then. “You want a raise,” she said. “Most PERI operatives are content to take the salary offered them.”

Most PERI operatives know they don’t have a choice, said a voice in Kirill’s head that didn’t sound like him. Unless that choice is the labs.

Kirill had been hearing that voice a lot over the past few months. He didn’t know where it had come from. It had flown into his brain one day like a buzzing housefly, and he couldn’t seem to swat it.

But he had grown used to ignoring it. “Maybe most people don’t know what they’re worth,” he said. “I do.”

“You’ve always been good at what you do,” said Ramachandra. “Of course, all our operatives are exceptionally talented—that’s what makes PERI what it is. And only those who demonstrate a willingness to stretch their abilities and use those talents for the good of their country move out of training and into full operative status.”

What happens to the others? the voice asked. Kirill ignored it.

“But even given that high standard, I’ve noticed a marked improvement in your work lately,” Ramachandra continued. “You’re willing to come to headquarters more often, for once thing. You no longer refuse to take assignments involving Enhanced.”

“I’ve come to terms with what I am,” Kirill said, his voice as expressionless as his face. “I see no reason to hide from it anymore.”

Ramachandra gave another of those tiny chin-dips. “I think we could consider a ten percent raise.”

“And I think the work I’ve done for you over the past few months is worth twenty,” Kirill said. “How much was the information from the Elias Kitzner interrogation alone worth to you?”

She thought for a moment. “Twenty,” she finally said.

Kirill had expected her to compromise at fifteen. Maybe for agreeing to twenty was a sign of the respect she would never voice aloud. He would probably never know for certain. It was too difficult to tell, with her.

As he stood to leave, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He waited until he had closed the door behind him before he pulled it out. It was Liz.

His relationship with Camille had run its course, like they all did. As always, he had let it end without a fight. They had parted with smiles and gentle words. The weekend after their last conversation, he had accidentally left the silky sheets in the washer too long. When they had come out mildewed past saving, he had shrugged and replaced them. He had let the ferns die.

Liz had slid in to fill the space Camille had left, entering his life as smoothly as she had left it. As soon and she had entered his orbit, he had changed his own trajectory to match hers. The dead ferns were gone from the bedroom. The sheets now were jewel-toned and functional—in Liz’s world, it was a sin to spend too much time sleeping. Liz moved from early-morning meetings to before-dinner gym sessions to networking cocktails late at night, all with the energetic precision of a well-oiled motor. Sleep was an afterthought.

He put the phone to his ear. “Hey,” he said. Liz disliked extraneous syllables.

“I’ll be late,” she said, with no social niceties to soften the blow. He had learned it was a sign of her trust in him that she didn’t feel the need to flood their conversations with the unnecessary padding some people expected. “Meeting ran long.”

“That’s fine,” he said, matching her cadence. “I’m running late myself. See you sometime after dinner?”

“After dinner,” she agreed, and hung up. Kirill tucked the phone away.

He closed his eyes, sagged against the wall. He had never known a conversation could be so tiring while containing so few words. The rhythm of his life now left no room for rest. Hurtling from one task to the next like running an obstacle course, then sleeping for four hours before getting up to do it again… sometimes he missed Camille and their lazy mornings in bed.

He had never missed one of his previous girlfriends before.

But he could be what she needed, and that was the important thing. He had lost that ability, for a brief and terrifying time. Something about the Elias Kitzner interrogation, about how long he’d had to spend sifting through the man’s memories.

He never could remember, when he tried, what exactly it was about the man that had thrown him off so badly. He wasn’t sure he wanted to remember. Every time he thought about it, he had the sensation of being sucked under the earth, into his own grave.

But that was over now. Elias Kitzner might have escaped, but his network was gone. And if, whenever Kirill visited headquarters, he heard the faint rumors of something new springing up in its place… well, it wasn’t his problem anymore. Elias was nothing more than a footnote in Kirill’s past, and so was the brief effect it had on Kirill’s ability to be what PERI had trained him to be.

And who is that? the voice asked. Who are you?

He shoved it away.

He heaved himself away from the wall and continued down the hallway. Taking a right would get him out of the building fastest. Instead, he took a left, and another left. He had one more thing he had to do before he went home.

Walking down the hallway, he waved to a guard headed in the opposite direction, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a puppy-dog face. As Ramachandra had pointed out, Kirill had been spending more time at headquarters lately. He had started recognizing faces, picking up on patterns. This guard usually showed up for work around this time of night. Kirill had exchanged words with him a few times.

Today, he shook his head at the guard. “They’ve still got you on the night shift, huh?” he said, with an expression of good-natured commiseration. “What’s it been now? A month? Past time to rotate you off, I would have thought.”

“Two months,” the guard said, echoing Kirill’s expression—or had Kirill echoed his? “And no end in sight.”

“I hope they’re at least paying you double for it,” said Kirill, although he knew they weren’t. “You ask me, they don’t pay you guys enough as it is. I’ve seen what some of those prisoners can do with their powers. You guys deserve hazard pay.”

Memories flashed in Kirill’s vision. The snarl of a prisoner with tangled hair and sallow skin. An animal shriek emitting from her mouth. The lights flickering, shaking, shattering…

The guard might have answered. If so, Kirill didn’t hear.

“I bet you’ve seen some things,” Kirill said. “I heard something about a prisoner who came in yesterday. Scary stuff.” He whistled through his teeth. “You couldn’t pay me enough to do your job.”

These days, with all the work he had been doing at headquarters, Kirill got closer to dangerous Enhanced than most of the guards did. But this guard didn’t need to know that.

The guard answered with an apologetic shrug. “Not allowed to talk about it,” he said. “I’m sure you know how it is.”

Kirill made the right noises, smiling and nodding in commiseration. But his attention wasn’t on the conversation. His attention was on the memory-image of the broad-shouldered man who made the earth tremble unnaturally with every step he took.

He, as the guard, wrestled the man to the ground with a team of three other guards, then lifted him up, breaking his contact with the earth. They strapped him to a stretcher and injected him with a dose of sedative, then another when the first dose wasn’t enough.

They wheeled him down a maze of hallways and into an elevator. Kirill marked every turn, and the button they pressed on the elevator, and the turns they took after that. And finally, the metal square on the door labeling it Isolation Room 3 as they wheeled the man in and lifted his limp body into a sensory deprivation tank.

The tank had better inhibit his powers like they think it will, the guard said, his voice reverberating in Kirill’s chest as if it were his own, or he’ll bring the building down on all of us… Are you okay?

“Are you okay?” the guard repeated. He waved a hand in front of Kirill’s face. His face was drawn in concern.

Kirill blinked away the fading memories. “I’m fine,” he assured the man. “It’s been a long day.”

It had been a long day. Any day that included a meeting with Ramachandra was long. But he had needed the meeting as an excuse to be in the building at the right time. He had known where the guard would be, and when. The only trick had been making sure he was there, too.

It had taken time to learn that information. There was a reason he had spent so much time here at headquarters lately.

He said his goodbyes to the guard and continued down the hallway. When he was sure the guard was gone, he turned and retraced his steps until he reached the turn that would take him to the exit.

The people he was working with would be able to get the prisoner out. He didn’t know how they could extract a prisoner from the heart of PERI headquarters, or how they knew about this prisoner in the first place. He didn’t need to know. The information he siphoned off Liz’s hard drive while she begrudgingly stole a few hours of sleep every night probably helped.

Sometimes he felt bad about using Liz. But at least, while he was using her, he made her genuinely happy.

It was what he did.

Eventually—when the people he was working with no longer needed her information—their relationship would come to a natural end, just like all his relationships did. And when it did, he would make sure the parting was amicable. She would leave uplifted, with no trace of a broken heart.

As for the people he was working with… maybe his relationship with them would come to an end as well. For now, he was happy to be exactly what they needed.

“Hey!” the guard’s voice called from behind him. “Hey, wait!” Hurried footsteps scrambled toward him.

His heart stuttered. He spun. The guard was closing in on him with red-faced urgency.

Kirill looked over his shoulder, gauging the distance to the exit. Run or shoot? Which would give him the better chance of escape?

But the guard didn’t reach for a weapon. He slid to a panting halt. “Hey,” he gasped. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask someone about for weeks. But I didn’t know who I could trust. You, though… you might answer me.”

He didn’t look like a man about to accuse Kirill of disloyalty. Kirill hovered his hand near his gun without being too obvious about it. “What is it?”

The guard straightened up, looking suddenly nervous. “So… I get the feeling you’re pretty high up around here,” he said, still putting too many spaces between his words as he struggled for breath. “You dress like it, at least.”

Kirill looked down at his starched white shirt and immaculate suit jacket. He slipped the amiable smile back on his face. It was almost as effortless as it used to be. “Don’t hold it against me.”

“But you also seem willing to talk to us little guys,” he said. “I can’t think of a single other operative who treats us as anything more than furniture. So… if there was something going on around here… something we should be worried about… would you tell me?”

Fear-memories slipped out of the man’s mind on the heels of his words. None of them gave Kirill a clue as to what he was talking about. “That depends,” he said. “What have you heard?” Even though he had been spending more time here these days, he no longer paid attention to gossip. He had more important things to think about.

The guard leaned in and lowered his voice. “I heard a rumor about someone disappearing from headquarters,” he said, almost in a whisper. “An operative. They say he was an assassin, that he could kill people just by touching them, and even that wasn’t enough to save him. Some people say he was kidnapped right out from the center of headquarters. Other people say he left by choice, and not everyone in PERI is loyal. Either way, if it’s true, it means maybe the rest of us aren’t as safe here as we thought.” His eyes darted from side to side, the nervous expression changing his face from puppy-dog to cartoon pig. “So… have you heard anything about this? Should we be worried?”

“I haven’t heard a thing,” he answered truthfully. “It’s probably just a rumor.”

Or maybe not. He knew there were other people working against PERI besides the ones he had found when he had gone looking. Some of them might even be the work of Elias Kitzner, if the rumors could be believed. Those rumors, he was aware of. He always paid attention when Elias Kitzner was mentioned.

He didn’t know why. He was long finished with that interrogation.

The guard’s shoulders relaxed slightly. His face sank back into its friendly-puppy shape. But a few worry lines remained. “And if you do hear something…”

“I’ll warn you.” This time, he couldn’t say for sure whether he was being truthful.

After all, he already knew there was disloyalty in PERI. He knew firsthand.

Maybe that operative had been snatched by a group like his. Or maybe he was someone like Kirill—someone who had woken up one day and realized he didn’t know who he was.

An assassin who could kill with a touch… why did that thought send a pang through him, like he was forgetting something?

Probably nothing. Just more deja vu. That had been happening a lot since the Elias Kitzner interrogation.

He shrugged, shot the guard a perfectly calibrated smile, and went on his way.

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Tagged: @cakeinthevoid @suspicious-whumping-egg

Next week I'll start posting Unseen, the next Mind Games novel with a new set of characters! Expect lady whump, living weapon whump, crime syndicate drama, and a deeply messed-up friendship. The whole thing is also already available on the Patreon (minus the final chapter, as of this posting), if you're impatient.

[relative-dimension]

“Flashpoint”

Season 2, episode 9 - 26th December 1964

[id: Jenny and Barbara watch as the Doctor stands at the controls of a scanner, the screen of which displays static. The Doctor is saying “Can I do anything with this scanner?” /end id]

The way in which the first ever companion exit is handled is really interesting. By the time we get a few Doctors in, the formula for both regenerations and companion exist becomes fairly established, with either a choice to leave the Doctor behind, after which the Doctor is sad, or a dramatic death in the climax of the story, after which the Doctor is sad. Here, though, half an episode is dedicated to the slow build-up towards that speech which has been deemed iconic enough to be representative of Hartnell for The Five Doctors.

The decision is also not strictly Susan’s, although to say that Dr Who forces her out or leaves her behind would be misrepresenting things - Susan and David’s relationship has actually been built up over the implied time which passes over this serial (I don’t know how long it takes to walk from London to the Daleks’ mine, but it can’t be that fast) and it’s clear from the way she acts during this that while she wants to keep travelling with what’s implied to be the only family and connection to her own culture that she has, as a teenager she also needs some sort of stability in her life, and David could provide part of that, along with the rebuilding of the planet. It’s a shame that the show has never returned to the promise that “one day, I will come back” (although I’m sure it’s been done several times in Big Finish and with books etc) and also immediately taking on another teen girl does make it a little less impactful, but really this is a very effective exit.

Also it makes me excited because next episode is Vicki’s debut, and she’s genuinely one of my favourite companions in the whole show. Sorry Susan lovers.

Fun: 4/5

Production: 3/5, there were shades of it in the last episode of their first story, but this episode’s climax takes the hilariously easy defeat of Daleks to a whole new level.

Pacing: 2/5, because Susan’s exit takes so long, the end to the Dalek plot happens incredibly quickly and slightly out of nowhere, they just decide that one of Barbara’s failed plans from last episode will actually work this time.

Character Writing & Use: 4/5, in fact, the ending is so rushed that Susan doesn’t even get any scenes until her exit. This may have been due to production issues or scheduling during shooting (I didn’t check lol) but it does make her exit a bit of a shock when she was barely present earlier, however I think the strength of that scene makes me forget about that, I think it’s really good.

Depth: 3/5, as much as it makes little narrative sense and strips the Daleks of a lot of their menace very quickly, the defeat of the Daleks through mass resistance to their attempts at control could say something about antifascism if you squint. More significantly, though, Susan’s exit is much more character and theme driven than the often plot-based exits of many of her successors.

Not Ageing Horribly: 3/5, Susan does begin a somewhat irritating trend of female companions who get married off to side characters for no particular reason at the end of their contracts. That being said, this is much less shit than the other times that’s been done, since with Peri that was a last-minute retcon when it’s a miracle that episode ever got made, and with Leela they weren’t even sure she’d be leaving then, whereas here it’s clearly threaded through the story, and other reasons are given.

Overall Score - 19/30

[tofueggnoodles]

Tried a new hairdresser and ended up being a smartass old fart

I will probably delete this. Just wanted to put this down and post it somewhere to get this off my chest.

Direct and respectful – this is my impression of German-speaking men who were (apparently) trying to pick me up. But then, it’s not as if I get these attempts every other month. I can only recall two such events, as 1. I am not an overly social person and 2. my interest in pursuing sexual or romantic relationships had completely disappeared by the time I turned forty.

A far cry from my wild thirties in a certain city island in southeast Asia, when I maintained a spreadsheet of statistics regarding of every sexual encounters I had – my rating of the experience, the guy’s name, the date and the location. Ever the organized analyst, me.

Anyhow, back to the topic. These sex ‘friends’ did not pick me up, because I messaged them on dating sites. So, all in all, the two times in Europe can be said to be the only times in my life that I had ever been picked up.

Both times, it had been, “Do you have a husband or boyfriend?” (This sounds better in German, I swear.)

The first one happened in my late thirties, around the time I realized that I did not really want a long-term, serious relationship, ever, and that my desire for no-string attached sex was waning as well. I chalked the latter up to peri-menopause. So I lied and said I was married, and the guy (who seemed to be around my age) left me alone after a short small talk.

The second time happened two days after I turned forty-eight. Again, the bald-faced lie came easily to me. The kid kept up the small talk for longer. Probably because he was the talkative type and most importantly, because he was the hairdresser, meaning that we would have to spend the next fifteen minutes together.

“So how long have you been married?”

Aha. A great opportunity to gently let him know that he tried to pick up someone old enough to be his mother, I thought. So I replied, while keeping an eye on the scissors he was wielding, “I just turned 48, so, around twenty years or so?”

Luckily, I did not lose an earlobe or an eye. He lowered the scissors. “It’s true what they said about [people of X ethnicity]. You all look younger than your age. I thought you were around my age. I am 31.”

Now since it will kill me to tell a story in a linear progression, I will backtrack to five minutes earlier.

Kid: Where are you from?

Me (used to this question after years in Europe): [Country in southeast Asia].

Kid: You know, I’ve always wanted to get a girlfriend [from country X].

(Note that country X is not my birth county, but it is the birth country of my forebears.)

Me (scrunches up my face quizzically): Why?

Kid: Well, because the ladies from there are all so pretty.

Me: Huh, really.

Kid: But I’ve never managed to meet any so far.

Me: Oh? I thought this city is overrun with [people from country X]. (as are most cities in the world, which I left unsaid.)

Me: Anyway, [country X] is a big country, isn’t it? Meaning that the people from there are bound to be diverse.

(What I was trying to imply: “How would you know that the lady would be compatible with you just because she happens to fulfill your very simple criteria of being of a certain ethnicity?” However, I was tired and my B1 German is not up to conveying even such a simple idea lol.)

After that, the small talk thankfully turned into a pleasant conversation about my employer and the hairdresser’s admiration for the company and everyone who managed to be employed there. His German marks him as a native of the city (although his parents or grandparents are from somewhere else, based on the name of his shop and his appearance). And I work for big, but still family-owned company which contributes to a significant portion of the city’s economy and what I contemptuously call its ‘artsy endeavors.’

Because I am a smart-ass, near the end of the session, I said, “Why don’t you go dine at one of the many [X] restaurants in this city? Surely you’ll get to meet someone there, since there’s a big chance that the proprietor or server will be of [ethnicity X].”

The kid had the grace to look embarrassed as he replied, “How come I never thought of that? Now I feel so stupid. I guess it’s because I’m not really into food.”

I was positively smug by then, so I consoled him with: “That’s an obvious solution to me because we (people from [country in southeast Asia]) are all foodies.”

A pity that this did not happen fifteen years earlier. Looks-wise he’d be quite close to my type back then, although not when it comes to smell. It was not his fault, but he was obviously a beef-eater and I can’t abide the stench of beef in a beef-eater’s breath – something which is overwhelming if you don’t consume beef.

Anyhow, I digress. Moral of the story: Even if you’re an old smart-ass asshole (and a bigot yourself), try your best to help a young person fulfill their dream, no matter how silly or racist it may be.

[academy13]

Thinking about 80s era Doctor Who again and... good lord, like that decade of the show is just Not Straight at all. I mean Nyssa and Tegan's entire relationship exists, Ace exists, Adric's really only interested in math and food, Five could literally be kissed on the lips by River Song and he would have zero clue that she's into him, Six is a walking Pride flag, Peri is just doing her best, Turlough is wearing a school uniform most of the time for some goddamn reason... and that's just the 80s. The 70s aren't much better because that's when we get introduced to whatever the hell is going on between the Master and the Doctor, because that's not really straight either.

[wwwfa2023]

In Love with an Idea

By Tara Thurman

I was invested in reading the Three Daughters of Eve from the beginning; however, the parts that really captured my attention were those concerning Peri and Azur because I could see myself in this girl and her obsession with her teacher. I remember reading the end of one of the chapters where Peri claims this was the moment she had fallen in love with this man. I was sitting in Slane, I rolled my eyes, and audibly said “oh my god.” I knew this girl my age was not in love with this professor. She was in love with the idea with him. As someone who has fallen in love with the idea of countless individuals, I know the signs. I am probably currently in love with the idea of someone. I found this article from Medium detailing the “5 Signs You’re In Love With The Idea Of Someone (Rather Than Their Reality).” I think Peri can fit in all five categories:

1. You fell for them hard and fast

This one feels pretty self explanatory . She knew this man for a few months and went from loathing him to claiming she was in love.

2. You’re regularly surprising by their reactions to various situations

Azur always kept Peri on her toes. She never really knew what he would do or say. I think that’s part of the excitement she loved about him.

3. You enjoy daydreaming about your relationship almost more than you enjoy engaging in it

Peri spends a lot of time daydreaming about Azur. As readers, I feel we get more of her thinking/daydreaming about Azur than actually talking to him in person.

4. You find yourself regularly frustrated by their responses

Only a few pages before Peri pronounced her love for this man, she claimed that she hated him. She hated the way he used students for him own entertainment and how he was partially controlling parts of her life without her even knowing, but she still claimed to love him. 

5. You selectively ignore certain things they say or do, because they do not line up with the person you like to think of them as

Peri ignored many problematic things Azur did. How he embarrassed her in class, how he had an affair with a student, she looked past all of it. She really never held any of that against him. She believed she owed him an apology when she did nothing nearly as wrong, she just didn’t testify for or against him.

[nyaruelle-oc-archives]

"In mortal guise, Quelle weaves life's rhyme, her divine art veiled through Lestanian time."

Name: Periphtheus 'Peri' Emoji: ❇️ Alias: 'Quelle' Age: 1,836 Birthday: 1st of Sylveston Pronouns: she/her Species: Deity (In disguise as a Witch) Profession: Goddess of Creation Orientation: Asexual Demi-panromantic Residence: Eleysall Capital MBTI: INFP Role: Self-Insert/Persona + Main Story (Supporting Character) Status: Alive Goal: Regain her powers and banish Erebeth Flaws: Easily Oblivious to hidden details, keeping her at a disadvantage in realizing something is wrong Playlist: Shawn Mendes - A Little Too Much

History:

Periphtheus, the goddess of creation, emerged from the aftermath of the galaxy's division and crafted the world of Lestania. After enduring centuries of solitude, Periphtheus forged Lestania to be her cosmic companion. She occasionally descended to revel in the natural splendors of this realm, yet her loneliness persisted, yearning for meaningful companionship. In response, she designed five species in her own likeness, briefly mingling with Lestania's society under the guise of an ordinary witch. During her interactions with ordinary people, she bestowed divine status upon those deemed deserving, entrusting them with specific responsibilities for the well-being of Lestania. As Lestanian civilization flourished, Periphtheus gradually withdrew, allowing her creation to thrive independently.

During a period of time while Periphtheus had descended, she encountered a witch whose exceptional magical prowess caught her attention. Initially, this witch intrigued Periphtheus with her distinctive approach to magic. Impressed by her talents, Periphtheus elevated her to divine status. However, their relationship soured when Periphtheus discovered that the witch, Erebeth, had harnessed her newfound powers for nefarious purposes, sowing chaos and discord.

As a consequence, Periphtheus sealed Erebeth away, preventing her from causing further turmoil for thousands of years, until the present day. After the Keyynore royal family was overthrown and the Perinome Dial's division, Periphtheus, still concealed in her mortal guise, sensed her powers malfunctioning. Erebeth managed to break free from her seal, leading to a climactic confrontation. In a twist of fate, Periphtheus accidentally sealed herself within her own seal while defending against Erebeth, resulting in a significant loss of power. Trapped in this state, she remained confined for two decades, unable to break free or revert to her original form. Until one day, she would be broken free from her seal by 3 travelers, hearing about their situation, she would decide to adventure with them to help restore Lestania to it's peaceful glory.

Extra:

- The Perinome Dial derives its name from her and preserves a portion of her essence during its formation, greatly connecting her to the artifact. The separation of the Perinome Dial pieces resulted in Periphtheus experiencing a significant loss of her powers, severely limiting her from attaining her true potential until all the fragments could be reunited.

- This Character is actually my Persona but I thought it'd be interesting if I added her as part of the universe lore since she technically is based off of me and I, by extension technically did create this universe if that makes sense haha

Relationships:

Erebeth [Enemy]

Erebeth was once a close friend of Periphtheus's. Initially, she was an ordinary witch who intrigued Periphtheus with her unique approach to magic. Periphtheus, recognizing her remarkable talents, held her in high favor and chose to elevate her to a divine status. However, their relationship took a bitter turn when Periphtheus discovered that Erebeth had took advantage of her fondness for her to use the magical knowledge bestowed upon her during their magic training for malevolent purposes, causing chaos and discord.

General Velkov [Enemy]

General Velkov is the hidden mastermind behind the Lestanian Civil War. Periphtheus was only made aware of his identity only after being freed from her entrapment. While Periphtheus had been present from the inception of the Keyynore family and had encountered various Keyynore personalities throughout her life, Velkov's role in the conflict remained a shocking revelation to her

Kaindephr Keyynore [Travel Companion]

Kain is the travel companion of Periphtheus who she met shortly after being freed from her seal, after hearing about the duo's journey to retrieve the perinome dial artifact, she joins them on their adventure. For Periphtheus, Kaindephr stands out as a unique individual among the Keyynore Family Members that Periphtheus encountered. Periphtheus felt a mixture of surprise and sorrow when learning about Kain's experience with the civil war, yet also admired Kain's perspective on life.

Emerauda Florenzia [Travel Companion]

Emera is the travel companion of Periphtheus who she met shortly after being freed from her seal, after hearing about the duo's journey to retrieve the perinome dial artifact, she joins them on their adventure. While Emera initially held Periphtheus in high regard as the god of Lestania, their mutual respect for each other as equals would eventually develop.

Kareem Farran [Travel Companion]

Kareem is the travel companion of Periphtheus who she met shortly after being freed from her seal, after hearing about the duo's journey to retrieve the perinome dial artifact, she joins them on their adventure. Kareem and Peri get along relatively well with their shared flair for the performing arts, along with Peri's fondness of Kareem's magic tricks.

Severnn Marshstar [Travel Companion]

Severnn is the travel companion of Periphtheus who she met along her journey with Kain, Emera and Kareem. Peri and Severnn get along with one another.

Viper Venom [Travel Companion]

Viper is the travel companion of Periphtheus who she met along her journey with Kain, Emera and Kareem. Viper was originally skeptical of Periphtheus but eventually got around to her true identity.

Oresis [Confidante]

Oresis, the goddess of Prophecy and Wisdom, had been a close companion of Periphtheus. Before attaining divinity through Peri's grace, Oresis was a mortal of aquatic origin endowed with the ability to articulate prophecies. Recognized for her exceptional gift, her people selected her to ascend to deity status for the well-being of Lestania's future. As a revered mentor and confidante, Oresis regularly provided guidance to Peri, offering insights and foresight into forthcoming events as a mark of deep respect and platonic care. However after the civil war broke out and Oresis got captured by Erebeth, Periphtheus has never seen her again.

Ides [Friend/Former Disciple]

Ides, the goddess of departure, was the former disciple and friend of Periphtheus. Prior to her ascension, Ides was a once a humble arachnid shifter specializing in sacred rituals that honored and blessed departure of souls into the afterlife, Her deep connection to the afterlife resonated profoundly with Periphtheus. Entrusted with the underworld by Periphtheus upon her ascension, Ides maintained a strong bond with her mentor, who frequently visited her domain. Even after completing her discipleship, Ides continued to hold Periphtheus in high regard. Despite her godly status, Ides preferred the underworld to the bustling realm of the overworld among other fellow gods, which allowed her to elude capture by Erebeth. However, amid the civil war's outbreak, Ides remained unaware of Periphtheus' entrapment.

Axnir [Friend/Former Disciple]

Axnir, the god of strength, was the former disciple and friend of Periphtheus. Prior to his ascension, Axnir had garnered respect as a revered warrior in Lestania. Despite possessing immense strength, he opted for peaceful resolutions whenever possible, blending both formidable martial prowess and a compassionate diplomatic approach. Axnir would be granted godhood after impressing Periphtheus with his acts of strength, saving civilians from disaster and besting Periphtheus herself in a battle of philosophy. Upon ascending, Axnir utilized his divine abilities for benevolence, echoing Periphtheus's mission to aid the common folk. Their bond remained steadfast even as Axnir withdrew temporarily to meditate in the mountains, maintaining a strong friendship. However, when the civil war erupted and Erebeth captured Axnir, Periphtheus found herself unable to reach out to him for aid, eventually leading to her own capture.

The elemental sisters [Friends/Former Disciple]

Ratla, Rihela and Roulla were the friends and former disciples of Periphtheus. Prior to being appointed as the goddesses of the elements, the triplets were reowned wood elf mages residing in old Faedphis with the ability to conjure the elements. Seeing their exceptional talents, Periphtheus decided to appoint them with the role of maintaining the elements, ascending them to godhood. While the triplets had a good relationship with Periphtheus, the sisters themselves would find themselves squabbling when together, eventually leading to the trio going their own ways nearing the beginning of the civil war without the knowledge of Periphtheus.

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Alignment: Rogue

Skill:

✦ [Glitch Phase]

Able to teleport/sprint herself from one spot to another by glitching, however she can't glitch further then her line of sight. Additionally, when experiencing moments of distress or anger, she can go into fits of glitching

✦ [Creational Omnipresence]

Able to create limited clones of herself that can be in multiple places at once, is also able to conjure small objects and magical projections that lasts for a short period of time due to her limited power

✦ [Form shifting] 🔒

Able to alter her physical form and size into whatever she sets her mind to

✦ [Time Freeze] 🔒

Able to pause and freeze time until she chooses to resume it

✦ [Gift of Deityhood] 🔒

Able to turn a mortal into a deity, gifting them with a power boost and immortality

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Headcanon Voice: Quelle Kiew

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