#and sometimes his other friends contribute their own updates

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My brother who lives in Austin was home over Christmas and I ended up explaining Goncharov to him. Tonight he sent me this:

Nice to see someone in Austin appreciates the classic that is Goncharov (1973).

[kaitsawamura]

🪞 🔮 🍅 🧺 🍯 🌱 The Farmer & The Wizard

❦ SUMMARY ❦

You need a change, a big one. When your estranged grandfather passes away and bequeaths you his farm in a little town just south of the middle of nowhere, you take it as the sign you needed to make a change instead of waiting for one.

The farm, while having fallen into a state of disrepair, is just the thing to cure your modern-world ailments. The people are kind and always ready to offer help, if a bit unusual. They have old superstitions, a haunted community center, and a resident wizard. Spoiler alert: those last two on the list take some getting used to.

Yes, things are different here but you have a sneaking suspicion that the slow pace and a certain alchemical practitioner are going to remind you that sometimes, all you need is time and a little bit of magic.

THIS SCROLL WAS LAST UPDATED: 6/1/24

❦ STATS ❦

Pairing: Wizard!Gojo Satoru x Farmer!Reader

Rating: M for Mature, 18+ only minors do not interact

Warnings: Fantasy/Stardew Valley violence, sexual content, angst (maybe like just a tiny lil bit)

Tags: Stardew Valley AU, strangers to friends to lovers, red thread of fate, soulmates (kinda) eventual smut, fluff focused, canon divergent, more tags to come (literally am too excited, I need to get this masterlist post out in the world lol)

Projected Word Count: 100K

Author’s Note: In unsurprising news, I have still been in the trenches with my Stardew Valley hyperfixation. Then, along comes this lovely PC Gojo mod and the fate of this fic was sealed. It's going to be inspired a touch by that mod (which I will link below, full credit to that amazing modder) and will heavily follow a standard Stardew Valley play through timeline. I'm a lil nervous to write Gojo since he doesn't fall neatly into the character type I normally am drawn to but I have WRITING HANDS (like jazz hands but for writers :P ) and so I'm adding another fic to my WIPs list.

Important Note: This fic is part of this blog's contribution to the @ficsforgaza initiative!

❦ LINKS ❦

Fics for Gaza Masterlist <- now linked! ->

GOJO MOD FOR PC'ERS

JJK Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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❦ TABLE OF CONTENTS ❦

SPRING

Part 1: In Which You Unexpectedly Receive The Deed to A Farm

Part 2 | In Progress | TBL

SUMMER

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AUTUMN

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WINTER

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This work and its digital elements (credit for pixel art to ConcernedApe) are © Kait of @kaitsawamura 2020-PRESENT. I do not own any rights to Stardew Valley and any subsequent settings/characters, but this work is heavily inspired by that amazing game. Please do not alter or copy this work. Please do not repost this work to other platforms without my express permission.

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Flaming Hearts

My Navigation and Masterlist

Pairing(s): Void Stiles x Phoenix!Fem!Reader Summary: You were always treated like an outcast by the pack. When the nogitsune takes over Stiles's body, he shows you how good being the outcast can feel Warnings: smut, pwp, mean McCall pack, EXTREME OVERSTIMULATION, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink (tehe), eye contact, vaginal penetration, masochistic Void (kinda for like half a scene), sweet Void, commentary during the deed which is lowkey cringe in some spots my bad y’all, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, reader is not on birth control, Void lowkey baby trapping reader, a lil manipulation but like not bad, updated to have no use of (y/n), I think that’s it lmk if there's more. MINORS CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU KNOW THE WARNINGS YOU’VE READ THEM A THOUSAND TIMES. Word Count: 10,086

This was a very self-indulgent fic and I’m not sorry.

Pt 2 will be linked here when done.

BRO IS BEAUTIFUL WHAT

(GIFs are by @scuddish thank you scuddish for your wonderful contribution)

Life was cruel, but it made up for it with gifts.

You were new in town, a transfer student, living in a single bedroom apartment that was provided for you by your mother as well as helped by the government of Beacon Hills. You’d felt a calling to be here for the longest time and you were relieved your mom let you go. All throughout the first two weeks of your time attending the new school, you were desperately searching for friends or somewhere to fit into with no luck. On one extremely anxious day, you escaped your class to go to the girl’s locker room and break down there.

Until you saw two boys in there. The shock of two boys being in the Female locker room was enough to shake you out of your panicked state and make you wipe the tears from your eyes. With your vision no longer blurred, you could see the claws on his hands and the intense sideburns and fangs.

When once brown eyes turned a bright glowing amber, your body decided that was too much.

And you fainted.

The pack took you in after that - almost as an apology for making you faint - and allowed you to join their group since you knew about the supernatural now. They let you sit with them, invited you to sleepovers - Allison and Lydia mostly but Scott and Isacc surprisingly asked once. You were so happy to finally find a place that you fit in.

Except they never really let you join completely. No trust other than friendly-non supernatural related matters trust was placed in you despite the continuous ways you proved yourself. Being human, you were outcasted in the group of outcasts. Stiles was human but he was the brains. He discovered things no one else could, he was the detective of the group.

You were more like an emotional support human that was only needed like 2% of the time.

Noah Stilinski, the sweetheart that he is and despite his son’s deepest complaints, took over your living situation and let you stay with them for the year while you attended school at Beacon Hills.

Perfect fucking precious Stiles. He was infinitely the worst one in the group. At first he just avoided you at all costs until his dad decided to room you in the same house as him. Ever since, he’d been sending you glares anytime you were in his visibility and would blame you for the simplest of things despite obviously being the cause of them. He was so hard to get along with. Seeing how he acted around everyone else besides you and how everyone else acted around each other made everything worse. You knew you couldn’t leave because of Noah’s insistence to stay here and your mother not paying for housing anymore since she knew of your improved situation.

You also didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to leave these people. The only friends you can remember having. Those who, despite how they cast you out, have treated you decently well, at the very least sometimes, and took you in at your most vulnerable moment.

Stiles just seemed to hate you for whatever reason.

You sighed as you walked through the front door to the Stilinski household. A sigh escaped your mouth as the door closed behind you.

You called out into the house to let anyone home know of your presence. “I’m back!”

The house was eerily quiet and no response hit your ears. You shrugged it off with the thought of all occupants just being out and were a bit relieved you could have the house to yourself for a bit. They barely let you off on your own. Even now when you spent your time out of the house, you were accompanied by Lydia.

You shrugged your rain coat off your shoulders and took off your muddied boots, not wanting to track it into the house and have an excuse for Stiles to hate you even more. Your bones ached from the long day, having been running around all day trying to do whatever you could to help find Stiles. He had been missing for a while and the group barely filled you in on what was happening, just giving you the quick and vague summary about a nogitsune and a missing Stilinski.

With a sigh, you plopped down onto the living room couch and leaned your head on the back cushion. Your eyes closed and you took a moment to just listen to the quiet around you, the only sound the pitter patter of the pouring rain on the roof and windows. It was calm, peaceful even. You couldn’t remember a time where your life wasn’t a chaotic mess since meeting the pack. You sunk more into the cushions and pulled your knees to your chest while grabbing the TV remote and switching it to your favorite channel.

It was all so dark. So dark yet so comforting. Calloused fingertips caressed your forehead and brushed the hair out of your face. You could feel yourself being brought out of the heavenly ignorant bliss the darkness gave you and groaned in complaint. The fingertips stilled on your hairline, slowly retracting and you let out another sound of complaint.

A soft chuckle that sounded familiar but just out of reach for your sleep hazed brain echoed through the room. You felt yourself slipping back into the darkness when the familiar voice spoke.

“They don’t treat you very well do they, dove?”

Your eyes opened almost hesitantly and when you saw the voice’s face you gasped.

There he was. Stiles Stilinski in the flesh, and yet he seemed so different. His skin was paler, his eye bags sunken in and were a light purple. He looked… hot.

You shook that thought away the moment it popped into your head.

His hand, now resting on your cheek with a gentle grip, was feverish, almost to the point of uncomfort, but not quite.

And then you realized.

It was Stiles.

“Oh my god! Stiles what the hell?” You shot up to sit straight but his hand holding your cheek quickly traveled to your throat and he forced you back down, not holding enough to restrict air flow or hurt, but enough for you to get the message not to move. That and the glare he gave you. A sound of surprise sounded from your mouth unwillingly. “Um.” your eyes traveled from his unnaturally dark eyes to the wrist of the hand wrapped around your neck. “Okay, haha, you’re really funny but you can let go now.” You tried to laugh it off and deescalate the situation despite your growing weariness.

“Now why would I do that, when you look so pretty wearing my hand as a necklace?” He tilted his head and his eyes ran over your body slowly, seeing you shift under his gaze and his smirk growing with each movement.

“Wha- huh?” That was about all the words you could say, nothing coherent coming out of your mouth as you weren’t sure if you were flustered, annoyed, or turned on.

Maybe it was all three.

“Stiles, stop messing around. Everyone has been worried sick about you, they’ve spent the last 2 days searching for you nonstop. We need to call Scott and let him know you’re here and okay.” Although ‘okay’ doesn’t seem like the correct term. Sure, Stiles seemed unharmed, despite the obvious lack of sleep showing on his face - although that was relatively normal for him and his insomnia - but his tone, posture, and manners were way different. It almost seemed as if he had become a different person overnight.

He chuckled again, even his voice seemed deeper. Darker. “Oh I’m sure Scott knows exactly how I’m doing, considering I was at school earlier today. Oh… wait, they didn’t tell you, did they?” His face shifted into a mocking pout. “Poor little dove, outcast even in a place surrounded by people of supernatural abilities. The outcast of the outcasts. A fitting title don’t you think?” His words stung a little but it was nothing you yourself hadn’t already thought of. Him saying it just confirmed your thoughts.

“I mean, they don’t trust you at all. Despite everything you have put yourself through to prove yourself to them, they’ve just pushed it all to the side just because you’re different.” You were getting sick of him taunting you, just approving everything you’ve been telling yourself for the past two months. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and, fed up, you raised your hands to his wrist and tried to pry it off your neck. As soon as your fingers touched the skin of his hand - with a speed you barely saw - he removed his hand from your neck, using both hands to grab your wrists and pin them above your head to the couch’s armrest. He smirked at your dumbfounded expression and shocked stutters.

“You see, I’ve been watching it for a while now, the faltered smiles when one of them would make a comment to the group and cast you out. When they talked about their plans at lunch when you weren’t sitting with them yet and immediately shutting up when you got into ear shot. The way when even you don’t know, they are always following you, always watching. Making sure you were being a good girl.” He smirked once again and shifted your hands to be held by only one of his. The, now freed, hand forced your curled up legs to straighten and then he moved to straddle above you. You were pretty sure your eyes could just pop out of their sockets by how wide they were. His face dipped down and he pressed his nose to your jugular, his lips just barely touching your skin and lightly brushing against it when he talked again.

“But you’ve always been a good girl, haven’t you?” Your breath caught as his teeth lightly skimmed over your neck, canines feeling more elongated and sharper than normal. A shiver went down your spine as his tongue peeked out and slid up your neck until he was right next to your ear.

“Will you be a good girl for me now, dove?”

A whimper almost escaped your bite swollen lips at the pet name, your cheeks heating up and a warmth swirling in your core. “S-Stiles, what’s gotten into you?”

He growled and bit down on your neck harshly, making you release a yelp before it transformed into a muffled moan as he smoothed his tongue over it. “Don’t. Call me that.”

“Call you what? Your name?” You asked, so confused by everything that was happening. Confused on why Stiles was acting this way, confused by why he wouldn’t call Scott, confused on why now of all times your attraction to Stiles had to come out.

You’ve always thought Stiles was attractive. The muscles he hid underneath his baggy flannels, the short glimpse you would see whenever he took his lacrosse jersey off after practice or a game before heading to the locker rooms, and that pretty face that haunted your dreams. Now, it seemed the attraction was even worse because of this new arrogant, cocky, full of himself, and confident attitude. He wasn’t pretty anymore, he was bewitchingly hot.

It also didn’t help that something unmistakable was poking your lower stomach.

“That’s not my name.” He said before quickly positioning himself to be kneeling on the couch in front of you between your legs, your thighs wrapped around his waist and his clothed erection so close to your heat a soft whimper escaped your mouth against your will. He grabbed your neck again, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he smirked and jutted his hips forward.

A gasp that quickly turned into a moan left you and you struggled against his grip on your hands as your cheeks heated, embarrassed by the sounds you were making. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, you just wanted to cover your mouth so no sound would come out.

As if he could read your thoughts, he spoke. “Oh no no. You’re not going to hide those pretty little noises from me. In fact,” he leaned his face in close, your noses touching and lips inches apart. “I’ve decided I’m going to make you unable to stop making them.” His lips met yours as he thrust his clothed sex against yours again, swallowing the moan that left your mouth. He grinded against you, teasingly slow and you could feel his lips turning into a grin as you tried to quiet your whimpers and moans.

Just as his hand managed to unbuckle your pants, your phone rang from the kitchen counter. Stiles broke the kiss and stared at you with an outraged and lust filled look. He let you get up to go answer the phone with an eye roll.

It was Scott.

“Hey Sco-”

His frantic voice panically calling your name cut you off. “Where are you?”

“Uh, I’m… at home? Or- shit, not my home, the Stilinski home.”

A short sigh of relief was heard through the phone. “Okay, good. Stay there. Lock the doors and windows, do not let anyone in. Absolutely no one, do you understand me? No one! Not until we tell you it’s safe.”

“Scott, it's a bit late for that. Stiles came home a while ago, I’m not sure when bu-”

“Stiles is with you?” Scott’s voice yelled through the phone and you winced before replying.

“Yeah we’ve been… in the living room for the past 20 minutes or so.”

“Get the hell out of there,” Scott said sternly with a bit of fear and anxiety mixed in.

“What? Why?”

His voice broke a little as he spoke your name with a fearful tone. “That’s not Stiles.”

A hand landed over your mouth just as you were about to say something else while another gently took the phone from your grasp. The shock and slight fear of the situation took over both your flight and fight senses, leaving freeze as the only option. Stiles, or not-Stiles, brought the phone up to his ear as Scott shouted through it, his every word stated clearly despite being heard through the phone when not on speaker.

“Sorry, Scottie. Why don’t you call back later? Your girl's a little busy right now.” With that, he hung up.

You turned around slowly only to have Stiles, or not-Stiles, standing inches away from you with a massive evil grin shaping his face. You took a step back only to realize you had no room because of the kitchen counter. Not-Stiles took a single step forward and then grabbed the counter on either side of your body, trapping you. He stuck his face into your neck again, breathing deeply before speaking.

“And here I was wanting to drag it out for a while longer.” He leaned back and looked you straight in the eye with the most genuine smile you had seen from him all night, if not ever. “But alas, not today.” He raised his hand and swiftly brought it down to a pressure point on your neck, knocking you out instantly and catching you with a soft grip as you fell. “Until next time, dove.”

A violent shake and iron tight grips on your biceps violently woke you up, Allison standing above your lying position on the Stilinski couch and looking at you with frantic panicked eyes that calmed when she saw you awaken.

“Oh thank god. You had me worried for a moment there.” She grabbed your hand and lifted you more harshly than you would have liked and you rubbed your wrist when she turned away. “Something’s going on. We need to go to Scott’s house, everyone is already there waiting for us.”

You knew better than to ask any questions. They would tell you what they would tell you and nothing more.

Looking around for your phone, you noticed it was nowhere to be seen and you remembered the events of last night.

Last night…

It had been a whole night since you had seen him. Since Scott had called.

Did they really take a whole night to come see you? To make sure you were okay?

The car ride there was silent and you could feel your anxiety rising the more the silence dragged on. A breath of relief left you as you saw Scott’s house pull up. Allison rushed straight into the house, leaving you behind without a second thought and you rolled your eyes to hide the pain it caused you.

When you entered the house, the chattering from the pack in the kitchen stopped abruptly and they all looked at you. Scott hesitated before he took a few steps toward you and brought you into an awkward hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay. We were all worried.”

You looked around once he let you go and almost scoffed. Oh yeah, they all look really worried. Didn’t have enough time to send someone over to make sue I was alive but they’re so worried.

Over time, they casted you out more and more and became more distant. You were completely left in the dust. Not even just for supernatural matter. Lydia and Allison stopped inviting you for sleepovers; Scott and Isaac stopped having lunch with you outside underneath the apple tree near the lacrosse field; Stiles, funnily enough, was the only one who stayed the same, if not lessened up on the glaring.

You heard a soft speaking from behind you and whipped around to see a sight that made you gasp.

There was Stiles. He was sitting on the couch with a piece of black tape covering his mouth with Melissa sitting next to him, her head in her hands. His eyes shone brightly when he caught sight of you and he tilted his head slightly to the side in a way that made you shift. It was like yesterday’s events were playing on repeat in his eyes and you couldn’t look away.

“I think it’s time we filled you in.” Scott said from behind you and it brought you out of the trance like state Stiles/Not-Stiles had you in.

“Yeah, you’re goddamn right it is.” You said and crossed your arms over your chest. Scott looked slightly shocked at your behavior and scratched the back of his neck. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted him. “Don’t even. I am getting so sick of how you all treat me. I have proven myself over and over again and you all just refuse to believe that I am on your side. What do I have to do for you to trust me? Do I need to sacrifice a lamb for you to trust me, oh my Lord Jesus Christ?” The last sentence was uttered with as much sarcasm as you could muster. Your outburst left everyone temporarily paralyzed in shock - as you had barely ever raised your voice at them - before a loud, albeit muffled, cackle interrupted the odd silence. You didn’t even have to turn around to know the Stiles imposter was looking at the show with mirth filled eyes.

“We- we never meant-” Scott started.

“Oh shut up, now is not the time for your excuses. Not to mention you practically left me for dead last night after you called, Scottie.” You spat his name out with a venom coated tongue as you interrupted him again and rolled your eyes. “Just fill me in on whatever the hell has happened to Stiles so we can all move on in our lives.”

He nodded and started to tell you everything about the nogitsune, how he had taken over Stiles, how he had stabbed Scott, how he almost killed Kira. By the end of the story you were surprisingly not even phased, whether that be because your mind was used to everything being crazy in your life while involved with the pack or how you just didn’t care. It’s not like they ever treated you that well, sure they were your friends but they were your friends by convenience and force, not choice.

And Void, that is what the nogitsune possessing Stiles’ body was called, well, he was just something else. The events yesterday may be shifting your bias but it was undeniable. You had felt an attraction like never before during those short and blissful moments. It didn’t even feel like Stiles. You know that even if Stiles had ever done something like that, he would never have had the confidence like Void did. And it was a feeling that made you squirm in your seat on the kitchen stool.

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled and you risked a glimpse behind to see Void already glaring into your eyes, his eyes darkened by a feeling you could only describe as complete and utter desire.

He wanted you. And if the chance were to come, who were you to deny him?

After 10 minutes of trying to figure out a plan and speaking in hushed tones to avoid Void hearing, Lydia had given in and called someone, you didn’t know who but it seemed everyone else did.

Once again they left you out. Even after you lectured them about how much they did that.

More waiting happened until the bang of the front door being slammed open interrupted your increasingly anxious thoughts. With a too gleeful expression for the situation on his face, the one and only Peter Hale stood in the doorway with his arms opened in a grand gesture.

You all gave him a deadpan stare.

He rolled his eyes and walked up to all of you, more specifically, to you. He tilted his head as he noticed your eyes. You turned your head to control yourself. When you were anxious, or just feeling any strong emotion, your eyes seemed as if the irises caught on fire. They were frighteningly beautiful.

And you hated them.

As your heart steadied and you raised your head back to the group again, Peter’s interested gaze had shifted away from you and to Lydia with a knowing look before walking to Stiles. As he crouched in front of him and inspected his state of being, he spoke. “He doesn’t look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf.” You assumed Lydia already filled him in on what the situation was and what the plan was.

“You don’t think it would work?” Scott asked anxiously as he picked at the skin around his fingers.

“This is more a war of the mind than the body.” Peter stood back up to his full height. “There are better methods to winning this battle.” The mischievous glimpse in his eyes made you worried about what these ‘better methods’ were.

“What methods are you thinking of?” the veterinarian, Deaton, asked, his expression also showing concern.

Peter turned to face the rest of you. “We’re going to get in his head.”

As soon as he said that, he walked toward Lydia and roughly grabbed her by the elbow. With her being right next to me, you instinctively reached out and grabbed the wrist attached to the hand holding her. Peter’s loud unbridled yelp of pain made you rip your hand off him and he cradled his wrist as you caught a glimpse of it.

It was completely scorched.

Your face morphed into one of horror as your eyes flicker between the burn marks on his wrist that were, thankfully, already healing and the ashes on your palm.

“Oh my god! What did you do?” Lydia screamed at you and panicked as she grabbed Peter's arm, careful not to touch the wound.

“I- I didn’t- I don’t-” You kept trying to speak but your mind was panicking and your body was overwhelmed with shock and fear. Fear of yourself.

“It’s quite alright Lydia.” Peter said after a second when his hand had healed for the most part, it seemed the wound looked much worse than it actually was and all that remained was a red handprint and some ashes.

“I-I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what happened.” You held the hand you used to your chest as if to protect everyone else from it. Deaton walked up from behind you and put his hand on your shoulder before flinching away.

“Your skin is burning. Scott, get her some ice.” Scott rushed to the fridge and brought out an ice pack. He practically shoved it into your hands before pulling his hand away quickly. He tried to hide it but his eyes showed fear.

It hurt, seeing them all looking at you like that. They tried to hide it but they looked at you the same way they looked at Void. They looked at you like you were a monster.

The ice pack in your hands was such a contrast to your burning skin that it forced your brain to focus on its contrasting temperature until you realized it was melting through your palms. You quickly hid your hands and the melted plastic of the ice pack in your pockets before anyone could see.

Anyone besides the boy sitting on the couch that is.

Peter reached for Lydia again, slowly this time and much gentler than before. You didn’t even look at them as they walked away, choosing instead to just stand there with your eyes focused on the hand you burned the man with.

After a while, they came back to the group and you all migrated to the couch where Stiles sat. You avoided his eyes like the plague, knowing they were zoned in on your every move and smiling in delight when he knew he’d gotten to you with just his mere presence.

Lydia was seated on one end of the couch, Void the other, with Scott standing behind the couch in the middle of them. Peter moved Scott’s fingers to align with the correct place to connect them all into Stiles’ mind palace.

“So what do we do if we do find him?” Scott asked.

“You’re going to have to guide him out somehow…” Peter replied vaguely which caused Scott and Lydia to both become increasingly annoyed and you rested your elbows on your knees before holding your head in your hands.

“Could you elaborate on ‘somehow?’ It’s not feeling very specific at the moment.” Lydia sighed with a slight roll of her eyes.

Peter shrugged, “Improvise.”

“Mm. Improvise he says.” you muttered under your breath but everyone ignored you.

Everyone except the murderous brown eyes burning a hole through your skull.

“What if this is just another trick?” Scott worried.

The grown wolf groaned in annoyance and exasperation. “When are you people going to start trusting me?”

You scoffed, thinking the exact same thing.

Scott’s eyes flickered between you and the hyena before he said, “I meant him.” And pointed to the possessed body on the couch. You finally raised your gaze to watch the scene unfold and felt your heart settle into your lower region when you saw Void. His head leaned against the back of the couch, tilted to the side as his eyes were focused on you, an enchanting and hungry look settling in his eyes as they gazed at you. He gave you a slow once over and everything around you tuned out as you felt your body heat up and pool in your panties. You could tell, if the black tape covering his lips was off, he would be sporting a very arrogant smirk.

A synchronized gasp from all three members near the couch broke your gaze with him as his eyes closed and his head fully fell against the back of the couch, face now facing the ceiling.

You almost stood up to go to him before a sigh from Peter faltered your movements and he spoke.

“Now we wait.”

And wait you did. It seemed like time was not in your favor when everything your life had become to know as normal was at stake. It couldn’t have been more than 30 minutes, but to you?

It felt like hours.

Blood dripped down Lydia’s nose and Peter ran up to her, shaking her as he screamed at her to concentrate and that she was stronger than this.

Personally, you couldn’t draw your eyes away from Void. His breathing was soft, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he swallowed and chest rising and falling with each inhale and outhale.

Meanwhile another Hale was pissing you off.

Just as you were about to call him out for being too loud, A collective gasp from the two non-possessed members near the couch once again interrupted you.

Melissa rushed toward Lydia to help her and Scott took a few deep breaths before focusing all his attention to the Stiles look-alike. “Did it work?” He asked frantically. You sighed and rested your head against your knees, arms wrapping around your shins to hug yourself in disappointment, the anticipation disintegrating into the thin air.

“What happened? Why didn’t it work?” Lydia stood up quickly and rushed to Peter, demanding answers he evidently couldn’t provide.

“Because it’s not science, Lydia, it’s supernatural.” Peter sighed before grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him menacingly and they spoke in hushed whispers before Void shot forward onto his knees to the floor.

Like a circus act, a seemingly unending length of fabric spit from Void’s mouth and he used both hands to pull it out. Unnerving moments went by as everyone watched before all the scarf-like material was out of his mouth and he scrambled back to sit on the couch again, panting with his head resting against the cushion and his eyes closed.

There was clattering and yells to the side but you just stood carefully and walked to where Stiles was sitting on the couch. You sighed in nervousness before touching his shoulder softly and attempting to comfort him since all the others of the pack were focused on the clump of fabric behind you.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, everything will work out. Just calm down.” You went to pull your hand away as his breathing slowed but he reached up and grabbed it with a speed non-human. Your heartbeat started rising again as the realization dawned on you.

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a smirk and heavy lidded eyes. “You’re right dove.” He tugged on your hand and you fell forward into him, his free arm wrapping around your waist aggressively. Or was it possessively? “Everything will work out.”

You awoke in a cold concrete walled room, the only warmth over you being your clothes and a soft woven blanket that did a surprisingly good job at staving off the chill. A soft padded queen size mattress with no support laid underneath to separate you from the frigid floor. You couldn’t remember passing out but you knew exactly where you were.

Or rather, who you were with.

Getting a sense of deja vu, calloused fingertips traced over your forehead to your hairline before going back again in a figure 8 pattern.

Your heart beat rose and his fingers trailed from your forehead to your neck, right over your pulse. You opened your eyes and looked at him where he sat; he looked genuinely happy, in a sick, twisted way. Despite how comforting the smile was, it sent shivers down your back that you couldn’t tell were pleasant or not.

“Hi dove.”

His voice broke you out of the trance his hypnotizing eyes put you under every time. You sat up quickly and scooted away from him, falling off the bed - luckily not falling down far because of how low the mattress was to the ground - and looked at him with conflicted thoughts and emotions.

He looked faux surprised and hurt by your actions, standing up and walking toward you as you scrambled to your feet to get away from him. “What’s wrong? You were so enthusiastic about it earlier, what changed?” You gasped as your back hit the concrete of the wall and he cornered you, one hand going to rest against the wall next to your head and the other holding your waist under your shirt. His fingers against your skin felt incredibly hot compared to the cold seeping through your shirt from the wall. He leaned in to speak again and his breath hit your lips with every word. “I promise I won't bite.”

Liar.

He leaned into your neck but didn’t touch you, only letting you feel the heat emanating from his body but not the skin. He took a deep breath in and you had to bite your lip and clench your eyes shut to stop yourself from falling to his feet.

It hadn’t gone away. The undeniable urge to just jump his bones and feel more of that pleasure he seemed so willing to offer.

“But of course, it's no fun if you don’t consent…” he leaned back and the hand that was previously on the wall next to your head traveled to your neck which he tilted upwards to lengthen your neck and looked at you with a smirk and hungry eyes ready to devour you. “So why don’t you be a good girl and tell me how much you want this,” he leaned in and his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, “I can practically hear you throbbing.”

A soft whimper left you when his hand on your waist drifted to tug your pants down the slightest bit but never went farther without you answering. A few moments of silence passed, only interrupted by your soft pants, and he sighed in disappointment, his grip on your neck and waist slowly being removed.

Your eyes shot open from their closed state, you didn’t stop to think about when they had closed, and you grabbed his hands before they could leave your body. He looked at you expectantly and you opened and closed your mouth like a fish a few times before answering him with a soft and whispered: “I want it.”

His grip returned to your skin but his hand tugging your pants traveled back to your waist to draw little shapes there, tickling you just the slightest bit. “Oh dove, I’m proud of you for trying, but that’s not what I want.” His hand around your throat tightened pleasantly. “I want you to beg.”

Your eyes widened and you forced your cheeks to cool and swallowed your pride.

“Please?” You tried, weakly.

“Oh I know you can do better than that. Try again.” He didn’t say it as a suggestion.

With a deep breath and your hand, still around the wrist grabbing your neck, tightening, you did what he wanted.

You begged.

“Please, please I want it. I do, please, just… just do something, please! Anything! Please… P-please.”

He had a pleased smirk on his face as he leaned in so you were only a few inches apart. You could feel his breath on your neck with every exhale.

“How much do you want?” He taunted.

“Everything. Whatever you'll give me.” You told him with a tone of desperation.

He smirked and looked at you approvingly before crushing his lips against yours in a brutal kiss that sent you to cloud 9. Your hands traveled to his hair and you pulled on it roughly as you kissed back with just as much fervor. You felt him groan into the kiss and you grinned, but it soon faded as a moan formed when he pressed his fingertips to your core through your pants.

“My, my. All this just from kissing? You flatter me.” He spoke against your lips in a low tone. You knew exactly what he was talking about. You were absolutely soaked. The moment he started walking toward you, you felt the warmth in your core building and it hadn’t stopped since. Your head fell back against the wall and Void kissed down your neck to your collarbone, leaving bruises and hickeys in his wake. Applying more pressure, he dragged his hand up your core, pausing momentarily to draw tiny intense circles to your clit before using his hand to skillfully undo the buttons and pull your pants down. He broke the kiss to kneel down before you and look you straight in the eyes as he dragged the pants down your legs excruciatingly slowly. You hadn’t noticed previously but now realized your shoes were gone.

Who would’ve thought Void wouldn’t want dirty shoes on the mattress. Huh.

He stood back up to his full height and looked down at you as he rubbed your heat over your panties. He studied every expression you made and committed them to memory. His expression soon changed to one of annoyance, angry at the lack of skin to skin contact between the two of you. He ripped the undergarment into pieces before taking a step back to strip off his shirt. He paused just as he was about to step to you again.

You squirmed under his gaze as he gave you a long once over and his eyes stopped on yours. Another emotion in his eyes, one you couldn’t quite recognize, clouded over his lust temporarily. “What?” You asked self consciously and moved your hands to cover yourself, thinking he didn’t like your body.

Before your hands could even reach past your hips, he reached out and grabbed each wrist, ignoring your shocked gasp and pinned them against the wall beside your head. “Don’t ever fucking do that again. You’re insecure? You don’t think you’re attractive?” He taunted angrily. He pressed his lower body into yours, his rather large, clothed, erection pressing to your bare clit as he grinded it into you. You moaned and he leaned into your neck again, being much rougher than he was a minute ago. “Ya feel that? That is all you dove. You fucking did that to me. You do that to me wearing baggy clothes and no makeup. You do that to me fresh out of bed in the morning with your hair in knots. You’re doing that to me right now, trapped between me and the wall, a silly shirt covering your divine breasts and nothing else.” He bit down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood and you let out a loud moan. “You’ll take responsibility for it soon enough.” He arranged your hands to touch and he grabbed them both with one hand, the other sliding down, spending time to caress your breasts and pinch your nipples through the thin shirt fabric. He moved lower and lower until he reached your heat and thrust two fingers in with no warning. Without even letting you adjust, not that you really needed to with how wet you were, he started pounding his fingers into you. You started moaning uncontrollably and struggled to get out of his grip to hold onto something. He humored you and released your hands. Immediately they fell to his shoulders and then wrapped around his neck to pull his face into your neck where he started to leave his love bites. He grabbed the back of your right thigh and lifted it, wrapping it around his waist which allowed him to hit deeper. With every thrust, he curled his fingers and they hit you right in your pleasure spot.

Soon enough you could feel a knot forming in your stomach. It built and built and you warned Void about what was incoming.

“Oh that’s right, cum on my fingers dove. Let me know who makes you feel this good. Stiles could never fuck you like this. He could never bring you to such pleasure. To the point where your every bone quakes and sings in an overwhelming amount of pleasure that I alone am giving you.” His grip on your waist tightened to the line bordering between pain and pleasure just as his thrusts sped up to a pace faster than you believed even possible.

“Cum.”

And you did just that. Your bones really did quake and sing with pleasure. Your body writhed and you thrust yourself against Void’s fingers, grinding yourself through your orgasm despite him not slowing down and riding you through too.

Your orgasm slowed down to a stop and you took a deep breath before another loud and unrestricted moan released during your exhale and you noticed Void had yet to stop or even slow down.

“Ah, st-slow do-down-! It’s-ah-it’s too much!” You begged and yet he just smirked and increased his pace.

“Oh sweetheart, isn’t this what you wanted? You told me you wanted everything, you wanted all of it.” You swallowed in a lust filled fear as he smirked even wider. “So darling, you are going to take all of it.”

He led you on to another orgasm by his fingers alone. Your puffy clit was begging for attention after being neglected for so long. When you reached your high, he slowed down and pulled his fingers out. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from whining at the emptiness. He brought his fingers to his lips and stared you straight in the eyes as he brought them into his mouth and moaned at the taste.

You blushed and tried to look away until his free hand came up to grab your jaw roughly and force you to face him as he licked and sucked at his fingers, prolonging your embarrassment.

When he was satisfied with how much embarrassment he could feel radiating off you, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop before he grinned. His hands gently placed themselves on each of your hips and he leaned in until your lips barely grazed each other’s.

“That little taste just makes me want to have more. Which reminds me, I haven’t had my dinner yet. Do you mind?” You tried to lean forward and kiss him but he just leaned his head back until you gave an answer. You nodded your head no and he grinned.

“There’s my good girl.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly, so softly it distracted you from the hands on your hips traveling to your butt and quickly lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Without moving his feet an inch, the wall behind you suddenly disappeared and he threw you down onto the queen bed mattress. You landed with a small bounce.

You looked at him in shock and confusion but he just grinned and winked.

Teleportation. Huh. Must be a nogitsune thing.

He kneeled down in front of the bed and ripped your shirt off before grabbing your thighs to bring you to the edge. You yelped and stared as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, the backs of your knees curving over them. He gave another little wink before diving in.

You moaned as his lips finally gave attention to your clit and a shock of pleasure swarmed through your veins. Your head fell against the mattress and your eyes clenched shut when the euphoria became too much to your, still sensitive, core.

A loud slap and the stinging on your outer thigh caused you to flick your eyes open and look at the man between your legs.

“The next time you look away from me I will edge you for three new moons.” He spoke right against your cunt and you could feel the vibrations surging through your clit. With a moan, you nodded and adjusted yourself to lean on your elbows and look at him. He brought his tongue out to lick a long stride up your cunt and collected your slick in his mouth before going straight back into his meal.

You had no doubt he would stay true to his word if you looked away, so you kept your eyes firmly on him, despite every protest in your veins to close your eyes when it became too much.

When the coil in your gut built up again, he could feel you approaching your orgasm and looked you right in the eyes. You blushed and were so tempted to look away but he tightened his grip on your thighs in a warning.

You came again for the third time. You tried your best to keep your eyes on him but they fluttered shut every few seconds as he kept licking and sucking at your overstimulated clit.

When he seemed satisfied two mind blowing orgasms later, he climbed up your body, one of your legs falling to surround his waist while the other he kept suspended over his shoulder.

“You did so well. You’re such a good girl, following orders with no questions.” He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. “They don’t deserve you, they never did.” He murmured against your lips before his head traveled to the curve of your neck and shoulder.

He took his pants and boxers off in no time, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds and over your clit.

Your mind was racing with too many conflicting emotions to comprehend: want, fear, lust, panic. You looked down and saw him.

He was big. Bigger than any guy you’ve ever seen, not that that was many considering you were a virgin.

“I am going to ruin you. No one else will ever be able to make you feel the way I do. Every time you cum from this point on will be from my body, no one else's.” He spoke menacingly while he watched in awe as your overstimulated clit twitched whenever he ran the head of his dick across it. The mushroom tip of his cock caught along your entrance through every glide up and down until he stopped and pushed it fully in.

“Wait, wai-ngh!” You tried but got interrupted by your own moan when he thrusted all the way in to the hilt, his tip pressed against your cervix in a mind blanking way. The sting of the stretch was there but was completely oversighted by the immense pleasure that came with it. You gasped at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his shoulder to scratch at his back. His back quickly covered in nail marks and marks of ash and burned skin.

You gasped in horror at the unwilled release of your fire until he moaned loudly - filled with both pleasure at the pain and entrance of your slick walls. Any sounds he had tried to hide completely spilled out. “Shit, keep doing that d-dove. Mark me all you want. Make me yours. F-feels so good; you’re so tight. Are you a virgin or something? You’re squeezing me to death, I don’t know how much longer I can take with you so tight around me.”

You froze at the accusation and turned your head the opposite of his, not answering his question.

A sigh escaped you when he started leaving kisses on your neck, slowly dragging out of your entrance before entering back just as slowly. An elongated moan left your mouth when he hit a certain spot on his way back in.

“Oh it’s alright my sweet girl. This just means I’m able to take another thing Stiles has been longing for. If only I was able to take your first kiss too.”

You almost missed what he said when he snapped his hips into yours harder and you sputtered unintelligible words at the movement.

“He-agh-he what?” You asked him as he left a soft bite on your clavicle.

“Oh yeah, I don’t think there was a corner of his mind that wasn’t filled with the idea of you. Poor little Stiles couldn’t stop imagining you like this.” He mocked. “He would’ve fucked you with your chest to the bed and you ass sticking up all nice and pretty but I don’t think you’d like that, would you sweet girl?”

Your heart skipped as he rose to look into your eyes. “No, I don't think you would.” He roughly snapped his hips to yours again before putting on a mock sympathetic look. “You want them to look at you as you’re getting pleasure you’ve never before received.” Another harsh thrust and you moaned loudly which he silenced by sticking two fingers in your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. Your lips immediately wrapped around his and you grazed your teeth along the sensitive skin. He tasted like salt and your cum along with a hint of blood. “You want that skin to skin contact as they bring you within an inch of your life and back.” Another thrust. “You want someone to make love to you, no fucking around.”

You moaned especially loud at that. You didn’t want to lose your virginity for something that wasn’t going to mean anything. You’ve known Void for less than two days and yet you feel more connected with him than all the McCall pack combined. It seems he feels the same way from how he’s talking.

“I'm the one who took your first time, and I will be the one to look into your eyes as you receive the pleasure I am giving you; I will be the skin you feel against your own as I move inside you;” He paused for a second as he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, biting softly on the nub, and smiling as you whimpered in return. “I will be the one to make love to you.”

You grabbed the hand thats fingers were in your mouth and pulled them out before grabbing his cheeks between and pulling him into an aggressive kiss. You whimpered and moaned as he sped up, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. The hand that was once in your mouth traveled down your body slowly, smearing your saliva across your nipples as he played with them before settling against your clit. Just the slightest graze from his fingers made your spine arch up into his chest in anticipation and pleasure. He started rubbing figure eights into the pleasure bud, matching them with the pace of his thrusts.

Your lips opened in a moan and Void took the opportunity to shove his tongue against yours. He took control of the kiss instantly and rubbed his tongue along every inch of the inside of your mouth, exploring it like looking for treasure marked on a treasure map.

You tried to speak and warn him about your upcoming orgasm but you couldn’t drive his mouth away from yours, needing to breathe in through your nose every minute or so so you didn’t pass out. He pressed the fingers against your clit down harder as if to encourage you to cum and and you came beautifully. It was the most intense orgasm you’ve experienced tonight if not ever. Your body was shaking in exhaustion after the multiple orgasm you’d received within the last 30 minutes, or was it closer to 2 hours? You weren’t sure but honestly didn’t care. You could feel by the way Void broke the kiss and pushed his head into the crook of your neck along with the tensing of his back muscles that he was nearing his orgasm as well.

Then it occured to you, this whole time he was using no protection.

And you weren’t on birth control.

“N-no-agh-you gotta pull o-out. ‘Might get pre-ngh-pregnant. I’m not on birth c-control.” You focused all your energy on speaking despite the overwhelming overstimulating feeling of him driving his dick into your cervix and his thumb making you lose every thought that came to your head with his torturous but amazing touches.

He suddenly came to a complete stop inside of you. His dick twitched as the only sounds heard were your heavy breath and whines of complaint despite your better judgment.

“You’re not on birth control?” He asked into your neck, skimming his lips along your carotid artery.

“No.” You whispered.

You felt him grin that same evil grin you’ve seen before against your neck before biting down hard on your neck and withdrawing his hips from yours. You cried out at the feelings of pain and emptiness overflowing your senses.

“You don’t wanna have my babies, is that it?” He whispered into your neck with a tone that sounded almost heartbroken. You knew it was fake yet something in you just wanted to comfort him.

“N-no that’s not-”

He sat up abruptly, his cock now only half an inch in your entrance. The leg that rested on his shoulder fell to surround his waist with the other one and he sat back on his heels while grabbing your hips. His face looked so sad as he gazed down at you and yet his eyes seemed to hold a completely different emotion.

“Why not, dove? I’d give you everything.” His grip on your hips tightened and he slowly pulled your hips into his using only the strength of his arms. He slid back into you easily and his tip settled against a spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head and mouth opening in a low moan. Void grinned as he saw your reaction before returning to the pitiful look as he drew his hips back out again. His lips quirked up the slightest bit as you whined out. Pulling your hips into his roughly, he kept you there as you moaned louder. “I mean, if you really want me to stop…” He slowly started retreating out of your warmth as he trailed off before your arms wrapped around his neck.

“No!” You yelled before whispering almost like an echo, “No.” You breathed heavily in his ear, sputtering as you tried to get the next sentence out with his tip prodding against your cervix ever so delightfully. “Please don’t stop, y-you just can’t c-cum inside.”

He thrusted roughly into you again and your arms lost all strength as the mind blowing pleasure took over your mind. He repeated that cycle. Slowly pull out, roughly snap back in. Over and over and over. It made you whimper and cry out every time, wishing he would just bring you to the ecstacy you’ve been nearing instead of leaving you teetering on the edge of relief.

“Oh you feel so good baby, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.” He repeated like a mantra as his hips fastened and he pushed into you even harder.

Your mind was fogging over as you finally got the pleasure you needed to reach your orgasm. You barely had the strength to move your tongue and speak out your protests that were weakening by the second, you actually wanted his cum. You want it to be spilling out as you stand up, soaking your underwear as you walk around. You just were so scared of being pregnant. Your sister got pregnant when she was around your age. Your mother completely freaked when she found out and banished - yes, banished - her from the house forever.

Would Void stay? You still weren’t exactly sure what his intentions with you were. Was he going to kill you after this? Was he going to make you pregnant and leave you alone to raise the child on your own?

Apparently, Void could sense the onslaught of fear and panic creeping into your mind because he shoved his face into your neck and dug the pads of his fingers into your hips even harder. There was surely going to be a bruise the next coming day.

“Oh you’re going to look so good pregnant with my kids. God it just makes me so hard thinking about it. I wonder what they’ll look like, will they have your eyes or mine? God I hope they have yours so I can stare into them all day no matter where I am. This is the one thing I need to do to make you mine. You gonna let me make you mine, Dove? You gonna let me cum inside?” His pace slowed to a comforting, intimate pace. It brought you even closer to the edge just thinking he liked you enough to stay, maybe even loved you from how he was thrusting into you now.

You took a few moments to think about it before your mouth outran your thoughts. “Yes! Yes, Void, please. Please fill me up.”

He kissed your neck softly as his pace fastened again but still kept the intimacy from before. He pushed back the hood of your clit and started rubbing harshly on the overstimulated puffy bud of pleasure, making you lose all coherent thoughts and abilities to do anything but moan out his name. With a stuttered thrust, he pushed in all the way and came inside you. The feeling was enough to make you fall over the edge right with him. You both laid there in each-others arms while you tried to catch your breathing.

Void caught his a lot faster.

With a chuckle, and his dick as hard as when you started, he grabbed both of your legs, raising them so they were resting on his shoulders and he had you in the mating press and pressed your thighs against your breasts as he thrust into you with no reprieve. He pulled out of you before pushing back in, a torturously slow pace that made your body writhing and squirming. You gasped at the feeling and squirmed in his hold from the overstimulation. This new position made it so he hit your g-spot on every thrust in with no effort. As he brought one hand down to your clit again and rubbed so deliciously hard and slow, just like the pace he had set for his thrusts into you, you couldn’t take it anymore and came yet again. He had brought you to another orgasm in less than 2 minutes.

“Oh, you didn’t think we were done yet, did you, Dove? We have to make sure it sticks, don’t we baby? Gotta get you nice and knocked up with my kids. We can’t just stop now.”

With each slow thrust and the overstimulation, it didn’t take long before you came again and Void had the biggest smirk on his face as he watched you.

“V-void! P-ple-I can-can’t take anymore. I can't, I can't, I can't!”

He just laughed at you and your protesting words, capturing your hands that were weakly trying to push him away and forcing them to stay above your head where they were restricted of all movement. He pressed down even harder on your clit and you let out a yelp of a moan as you could feel another knot forming. “Darling, you don’t get to decide what’s too much. I'm in charge here, Dove, and you’re done when I say you’re done. You’ll take as much as I give you.”

His words turned you on so much more which surprised you as you didn’t think you could be any more turned on. You came once more and could tell by how Void’s face scrunched up in pleasure that he was reaching his limit as well. His dick pulsed inside of you, each vein had a throbbing heartbeat that struck so painfully good against your walls.

“One more, just one more, Dove. Give me one more.” He groaned out as he held his own orgasm back and rubbed rigorously at your clit while his pace increased to an unfathomable level. Finally, as you came yet again, Void released inside of you again.

He collapsed on top of you, his head landing on your chest, pillowed by your breasts. He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth as his slick fingers resumed their torture of your extremely overstimmulated clit. They rubbed slowly but it felt so much more intense than all the previous times that he had brought you pleasure. It burned in the best way possible.

“One more, come on, I know you have one more in you.” He encouraged, again. It seemed like he would just never stop.

He was utterly insatiable.

You came once more for the final time of the night and Void rewarded you with kisses scattered all across your chest for all of your efforts.

With your eyes barely able to remain open. and your limbs drained of any energy, Void looked at you with a soft look and gathered you in his arms. He grabbed the blanket that had been kicked off during the time of your… activities, and covered the both of you with it.

With his cock still deep inside of you, keeping everything he spent trapped within you, he whispered, “Good night, Dove,” and pressed a kiss to your temple. That night, you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, feeling more safe and at home than you have ever been before.

[fili-is-gone]

After not writing a lot over the summer (other than for my German gays) I finally sat down and finished some wips I've been sitting on for way too long so if you miss Newtmas as much as I do, here are new fics for you to read: loss of my life [general audiences] Thomas made it to Safe Haven, Newt didn't. Yeah, it's as sad as it sounds.

This Place Is Ours [general ausiences] Thomas never knew true friendship before Newt. Most of his days he spent lost in his head, quiet and alone, while the world around him just felt too loud and too fast. But then Newt came along like some kind of whirlwind—blond hair always messy, and a smile that shook Thomas' world in the best way possible. (because Newtmas and Bridge to Terabithia aren't gut-wrenching enough on their own, I had to combine them. Thanks to @kestis-advent and @fandoms-princess for bringing it up in the Glade)

And since we're already talking about sad, I finally finished that second chapter of one of my all-time favourites: THE LONELIEST [explicit] Sometimes when someone dies, their soul may latch onto a beloved object from their life, becoming inseparably linked to it. Just as a human's existence is defined by their heartbeat, the spirit's existence becomes tied to this object. or: you know how sometimes you masturbate about your dead best friend and accidentally summon his ghost? (i read this prompt under a steddie fic and thought this might be fun for newtmas too... spoiler, this wasn't fun, this was sad)

I am also months too late but I can finally contribute to @mazerunner-rarepairs with my first Teresa/Thomas/Newt fic: Every Night Has Its Dawn [explicit] And Thomas—Tommy—was blue, a steady and reliable force, like the endless sky above or the rhythmic consistency of waves breaking on the shore. Newt had always been yellow, consumed by cowardice and jealousy. But together, they were green. Green like life, like hope, like the memories they clung to in a world so full of loss. As for what Teresa brought into the mix? Newt couldn’t quite tell yet. (This was quite challenging to me as Newtmas has my whole heart and I never really could imagine Teresa ending up with Thomas as long as Newt is around but I really wanted to explore their dynamic and I actually like how this turned out?)

Then I also finished I Kissed A Girl (And I Liked It) which I originally started for @themazewomen over a year ago, dedicated to Sonyarrriet, and uploaded my first ever Minally fic When You Call (I Answer)

Last but not least, I updated another all-time favourite: A Newt Hope [explicit] Thomas is a Rebel captured by the Empire and Newt Skywalker and Min Solo come for his rescue while not bothering to answer any of Thomas questions. I'd love to read from you in my comments and hear all your thoughts 💛 until then I will go and try to finish more wips before @mazerunnersecretsanta season starts, taking me over completely.

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Welcome to ma blog! 💙 (+ Links Masterpost)

Quick introduction to me -

Name: Sparkles ✨

Gender: female 🩷

Birthday: Oct. 26 🧡

chronic Sonic fanatic 😜💙

✅ What you can expect to find here:

pretty much everything Sonic 🤣

Wholesome Sonic & Tails Wednesday contributions: art, fics, screenshots, etc. 💙💛

random screenshots from something in the franchise accompanied by me happily screeching/ranting about it

Sonamy things 💙🩷 (and occasionally from some of my other ships, like Knuxouge and Tailsmo)

reblogs of Sonic stuff from other people

my fanart

my fics (they're also on AO3, I'll leave links down below)

Sonic Cinematic Universe stuff

Sonic IDW stuff

Sonic Prime stuff

Sonic Boom stuff

(yeah)

CHAOS 😈

❌ What you WON'T find here:

complaints

hate posts

politics

inappropriate anything

(I TRY to avoid reblogging things with swear words, but sometimes the post is too good overall or something so there might be an occasional one. There won't be any in my own original posts, though)

This is my space to have a fun time with moots and the Sonic fandom! 💙

Socials -

Instagram

YouTube

Cara

DeviantArt

AO3

Speaking of art, I will occasionally take ✨ REQUESTS! ✨ I won't officially open commissions till sometime in 2026, but until then, if you want a doodle of something (Sonic related ofc), just drop an ask in the guacamole box! Terms apply, like nothing inappropriate and no weird ships and/or ships I don't support, but in general, y'know. 💙

Links to my fics:

"Toddlers are harder than one would expect" - in which Sonic comes to realize that he's all but adopting this little fox that started following him, even though he barely has a clue what he's doing.

"Sonic Frontiers - Anything for Them" - in which Sonic's absolute dedication and love for his friends — even to the point of death — is explored as he scales the towers on Rhea Island.

"Foxes Go Floof" - in which Tails goes poof and Sonic thinks it's the funniest thing.

"Comfort in a Thunderstorm" - in which Sonic and Tails experience a thunderstorm for the first time and talk about their fears.

"Girl Talk" - in which Sonic and Tails talk about Amy, and Sonic's confusing friendship/relationship with her.

"Sonic's Weird Napping Places" - in which Sonic naps in weird places and his friends find him in said weird places.

"From 'Friends' to 'Parents'" - in which Sonic Wachowski comes to realize that Tom & Maddie are his parents, not just his friends, through the screen-to-text version of two actual scenes plus a new scene or two.

"Sonic Frontiers - Calm After the Storm" - in which Sonic and Tails — both exhausted after the events of Sonic Frontiers — take care of one another.

"Wachowski Family One-shots" - a collection of one-shots centering around the Wachowski family: Tom, Maddie, Knuckles, Sonic, and Tails.

"Healing Hugs" (Sonic Prime) - in which Tails tries to understand what happened with Sonic in the cave, and offers the simple comfort of a hug.

"Brothers' Night" - in which Sonic drags Tails away from his work to have a fun night together with no screens.

"The Darkness Within" (Sonic X) - in which Sonic guiltily reflects on his actions as Dark Sonic, and Tails sits with him, comforting him without knowing what happened.

"Sonic vs. Tails - The Ultimate April Fools Battle" - in which Sonic and Tails spend the entirety of April 1st locked in an all-day prank war.

"Enchanted" - a Sonamy AU, strangers to lovers, slow burn 💙🩷

(will update this as I write more)

"Tom's First (official) Father's Day" - in which Sonic faces the second Father's Day he's faced since getting adopted by the Wachowskis, and is determined to make this one better after last year's awkwardness.

"Fevers Can't Ruin Birthdays" - in which it's Tails's birthday and Sonic tries to give him a perfect day, but comes down with the flu instead. (basically the plot of Frozen Fever lol)

Dats about it! 💥

[traumasurvivors]

hi april! I just wanted to pop in and let you know that what you’re doing is something special: running all these resources and just communicating and offering help to other trauma survivors is just incredible really and I just hope you’re having a lovely day wherever you are. I reached out to your blog last year and have made sure to stay up to date on any posts or advice you share and it led me to realize I actually would like to pursue a career in psychology. I just started classes and while I’m excited to be here, I realize I’m having difficulty focusing and paying attention despite wanting to do the work. would you have any tips or other sources that might be helpful for me right now? I plan to remove most social media since it seems to be a big contributing factor in my lack of focus, but what else could work? thank you!

Hi anon!

I really struggled with staying focused in school as a result of my ADHD.

Some things that helped me were:

Finding study buddies. Finding people to do work with and study with was super motivating and helpful! Even if it was an online friend and we did our work at the same time so we felt together.

Making my study space welcoming and nice. I put pretty decor on it and made it feel mine. I put little treats in the top drawer so that I could have them as I studied. I put scented candles in I could light and just overall made it a nice aesthetic. Some people find gentle music helps them focus. (Not me personally, but I’ve heard from some people it really does!)

I’d also buy myself some stickers I loved and as I finished things, I’d get to “place” my sticker either on my notebook, binder or even laptop.

Found a routine. I don’t just mean a daily routine but a study routine. I’d make myself a nice warm cup of tea as I was about to settle in and it was the sort of thing that made homework seem relaxing and nice.

Keep track of my progress. I created an excel spreadsheet where I input all my assignments, readings, etc. and I’d mark the percentage I’d completed. I set it to be colour coded so that I felt motivated to make it get to 100% and go green.

Here’s an example.

This isn’t my own, but one I made for a friend when she saw my idea and really liked it. She also found it motivating. This was the end of semester so things were mostly 0% or 100% at this point. During the semester, she’d do things like mark 1% for completing a title page even because it felt super motivating and made it feel like progress. And then also increasing the progress percentage with each step/page/etc in an assignment. (Like if she wrote 4 pages of a 5 page essay, she might label it as 75% to keep in mind that she had one more page but also a final edit to do.) Seeing it climb really helped as she updated it along the way. She also really loved the “stars” I added every time it hit 100% in progress on something. A basic one might just have the assignment, due date and progress.

I found visually seeing my progress made me want to keep making it.

Set a timer. I recommend this for cleaning stuff but telling myself I’m only going to do work for ten minutes makes it easier to start and sometimes once I’m going, I end up on a roll and don’t want to stop.

Colour code notes. I loved getting to use different coloured pens or highlighters when I took notes. It made me more excited about it.

I’m super drained today, so I don’t have much else to add but I kind of want to write a post on this soon and compile more ideas. If anyone has sources they can add to this ask, please do!

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hi, I hope you are doing well. I have a question about Detachment.

(1) I’ve since gone through college and therapy. I love my therapist and feel like I don’t need her but shared a lot in common. I felt understood and she said I actually have an incredible amount of empathy. I don’t know if it’s useful. I’m an INFP, most likely. Im also asd, ocd, and potentially adhd.

I’ll miss her insights and the therapeutic relationship. It was detached but felt like mutual care without her breaking down all the time or anything when I said something sad. I wanted to understand the whole time, how was she so stoic yet so empathetic, compassionate, and insightful. It made me think of how brenee brown says shes always alone. We all are technically. But I want to keep in touch with this person. She said to keep her posted on my life updates. I understand what the therapeutic relationship meant but I want to see what she does for 2 seconds. I worry therapists are often lonely from having this perspective and I worried she’s an infj like my sister.

I want to be a therapist now, because I’m so interested in growing, helping, learning, and being like her. I wanted to be a farmer for a bit, because I had a mentor. And i know who I am now, and have tools and universal truths. And im easier on myself. But I deeply want to understand her. Is that ego?

(2) i read that INFJs are detached due to intuition at the front while INFPs are attached. Am I mistaken? Sometimes I’ll feel guilt over how a person wants to get to know me or if I’m seeming cold or stressed. But I don’t like everyone. I attach my feelings to people who are in my business or rude/annoying, instead of seeing it as their thing. People get to me.

(3) I can’t articulate it well, but if everyone is an individual with seperate values and needs, it’s unethical to feel attached to anyone. But there are rules like working, and contributing. So it’s like helping out of principle. I don’t fully understand because I can get friends and meet my other needs without wanting to bother my therapist. I still love her though. She played a big part in my life. I felt spiritually connected but could be projecting. It’s just I don’t feel a seperation. I felt merged, then seperated. I’m autistic and stuff, but I care lots. I just wonder if she sees the world like my sister whos an infj. I hope I can see their perspective because I want to feel detached if it’s reality.

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(1) I wouldn't call it ego. It sounds like you want to be friends with her because you feel a connection? Nothing wrong with that. Whatever professional relationship you have with someone, it is possible to make it into a personal one if you happen to click with them.

A relationship issue NFPs often run into is not defining their relationships well. This can be a problem because boundaries remain incredibly fuzzy, which makes it easy to inadvertently overstep them and cause messy and unpredictable interactions. If you want to have a proper relationship with someone, whether platonic or romantic, you both have to agree to what the relationship ought to be and set realistic boundaries that reflect the kind of relationship it is.

You haven't done this with her, so the relationship seems to exist in a gray area, a sort of limbo. If you want more from this relationship rather than just the occasional update, then you have to be more assertive in expressing your needs/wants and seeing whether she's willing to reciprocate in kind.

(2) You are mistaken because you are oversimplifying and perhaps stereotyping. Do people not use more than one function, and do individuals not express their functions in their own unique way?

INFJs might be detached until they care deeply through Fe, and they are capable of caring about many things at once. INFJs with healthy and mature Fe do not suffer from loneliness. INFPs might be quite oblivious until they get attached through Fi. Functions don't operate in a vacuum; context and circumstances matter as well.

I'm always warning people NOT to view each other as stereotypes, as it constitutes a misinterpretation and misapplication of type theory. If learning about personality type causes you to think of people in more simple rather than more complex terms, then something is awry.

Don't play guessing games unless you actually want to create misunderstanding and conflict. Speculation easily leads to assuming that you know what's in someone's heart/mind when you really have no clue. The best way to know the truth of someone is through clear and authentic communication with them.

(3) I'm not sure I understand this point you're making. I think your concept of "individuality" is flawed because you seem to hold contradictory beliefs. On one hand, you say every individual is unique. On the other hand, you seem to think that people are basically interchangeable to you because you can get your needs met from anyone. Which is it? Are people unique or not?

You also seem to imply that human beings are islands and that no real ethical connection can form between them, which is false. Humans evolved to be social creatures and we all have the same set of universal needs. We have more in common with each other than not, though people often forget this fact because they are too easily distracted by the differences. Commonality is one important way people bond with each other and form meaningful relationships.

Individuality comes into the picture when different people rank and express their needs differently and want to use different ways to satisfy their needs. Why do you think you get along better with some people more than others? You can be an individual but still share much in common with certain people if the both of you happen to rank your needs in a similar way and have a similar worldview.

There is something you're getting from her that you can't get from others because it is unique to her. That is why you feel the desire to get closer to her specifically. You can be a unique individual and still experience kinship with someone who shares a lot in common with you. Individuality and communion can both exist at the same time. Beware of either/or thinking and the way it limits your view of the world (it is something that those on the spectrum often struggle with).

[sukirichi]

OKEY I GOT A FEW THINGS I NEED TO SAY

First of all, I knew that something incestuous was happening, since when Iris told Rin that she could never be with someone like him but mine was more twisted cuz... i- uh... thought that Iris and Rin were half-siblings 🫣😨

Second, I was already imagining the epilogue but the time y/n was saying that she was choosing Kiyoomi. I literally imagined how it is set 20-30 years in the future, where Kiyoomi and y/n visit/thank a farmer and it turns out to be Rin. I was already crying before I got to the twist at the end lol

And by the time I reached the end, I was already imagining how Kiyoomi decided to visit/thank a local family for their contribution to the Crown just to find out it is Rin and y/n's family lol

Third, you've mentioned that someone in the Palace is hoping for y/n and Rin's downfall but if it's not Iris, then I wonder who it is 🤔 Because I can not recall if anyone has shown an ounce of resentment... UNLESS IT IS USHIWAKA BECAUSE HE WAS EAGER TO TAKE ON THE THRONE IF RIN COULD NOT

Fourth, did Kiyoomi know that Iris was his half-sister? Or did he have some inkling that there was something weird between them and that's why he never touched her?

iris and rin being half siblings oh naur… I’m not gonna lie, I planned for iris and kiyoomi to be half siblings since like. years back when I first started dtd which was around 2022? yeah but then when I was rewriting it again I was kinda iffy because I was scared it wouldn’t be received well so I thought of omitting that part but then as I got to writing that chapter, my old plans just made more sense so I brought it back GAHSJKA. also OMG WAIT YOU’RE BREAKING MY HEART. I ACTUALLY THOUGHT OF THAT TOO and I remember telling my friend about how like… farmer! rin and kita LOL like obvs kiyoomi has his own land and farm so its natural that they’re going to visit other farms too especially because like in the timeskip (if it was omiyn endgame) then I can see them ruling over itachiyama happily and just!! yknow, living the good life while also caring so much about their people!! omiyn would actually really be good rulers and imagine they pay a visit then see rin working there and its just… UGH IT JUST BREAKS MY HEART. ALSO NOT FARMER RIN STILL CONTRIBUTING TO THE CROWN? STOP OMG THAT HURTS SO GOOD

agahjska no it isn’t ushi!! he may want to take the crown but he isn’t out here plotting for anyone’s downfall BUTTTTT hmmm actually it’s still a character that was written with quite some scenes but I got so lost in the flow of fic (because I feel like sometimes when I’m in the process of writing it, it tells me to go this way and that way that I often just disregard my outlines all over) lol SO UHM I guess I can’t really reveal who it was anymore because I never wrote it in the latest updates </3 let’s just say it was the queen though hehehe because their downfall would mean her success hehehe

yep, kiyoomi knew that iris was his half sister! he didn’t find out because the queen told him, but he overheard a conversation between iris and her mom one time and after that he was just like “oh hell nauh I’m out of here!” so yep GAHSAGAHJ but that leads to the question!! did omi also know that rin wasn’t his real brother? with that, he wasn’t informed about it either but kiyoomi is very quiet and liked to roam around a lot so he may or may not have discovered the queen’s secrets long ago. you might be thinking like, well why did he just let everything happen? why did he keep all those secrets when he could’ve done something to change it? the answer is that… kiyoomi doesn’t want trouble. he thinks exposing the queen’s secrets isn’t worth it, and during those times he honestly didn’t care what people around him did – he just wanted to be alone. it was only when he started falling for us that he felt the need to do something different, that’s why kiyoomi was so wary of everything and protective over us because he knows the shady things going around the palace

[lazyyogi]

hi lazyyogi. i value your insights so much and am interested in how you've come to be in this space and the development of your persons.

particularly, how did you come into your medical practice? and do you feel that your spirituality at all influences your profession as a doctor/surgeon & vice versa?

also, how do you feel about the relationship and differences between holistic eastern practices and conventional western medicine? i'm in health care/pharmaceuticals myself in the west but i feel as though western medicine, as great as many aspects of it are and it has achieved much, clutches onto superficial "band-aid" treatments and management of disease states and doesn't often look into patient care with a deeper, holistic lens. it gives me cognitive dissonance sometimes, to be honest. is there anything that helps you deal with this point of conflict or has it ever come to mind?

Hello my friend. Thank you for your kind words and thoughtful questions.

I should probably write an updated bio for this blog at some point.

Long story short (so I can spend more time addressing your other question), I came to spirituality after my father died the year before I graduated high school. Faced with the reality of death and impermanence, I began seeking insight and understanding. This led me to meditation and meditation led me from there.

I came to medicine because I had spent my time in college majoring in English with a concentration in creative writing. I graduated during the economic crisis in 2011 and interned in the film industry but never really found a place for myself. At that time I sincerely considered leaving society and becoming a monk of sorts. But essentially I felt that it would be more helpful overall to stay in society and find ways to contribute. So I went back to school and became a doctor.

Regarding western medicine and other forms of medical practice, holistic or otherwise, I am open to anything that will benefit my patients. Western medicine is constantly changing, updated by new evidence-based findings and also new medical innovations.

In some areas, western medicine is highly advanced and life-altering. In other areas, it struggles to make sense of things let alone be of help to patients. Psychiatry is one such field that comes to mind that really has a hard time providing effective treatment for their patients and often feels like band-aid approaches.

Right now I am working on putting together a research study to examine the effect of a yogic pranayama breathing technique on relieving symptoms of chronic rhinosinusitis. This is a condition that is typically treated initially with intranasal corticosteroids and saline sprays/irrigations. People often think that the only way research gets done is if it is sponsored by Big Pharma and that no one does other research into alternative/complimentary forms of medicine because there is no profit to be made. The truth is that all it takes is someone in the medical field with a bit of interest.

If we want alternative or complimentary medicine to become more widely accepted by the western medical community, all it takes is some evidence-based research studies. The fact is that everyone wants to have better outcomes for their patients, always. And while a famous doctor can say one thing and another famous doctor can say another, it is only through evidence-based research that we can really scrutinize how helpful something may be.

And even then, there are plenty of ways a study may misinterpret data, draw erroneous conclusions, or be in other ways flawed. This is why a lot of time is devoted to educating medical students and resident physicians on how to read research studies critically and be capable of identifying such biases and flaws. The added benefit is knowing how to avoid the same mistakes in your own research studies.

When you mention that people often don't look more deeply into patient care, utilizing a holistic lens, you are speaking to a fundamental problem in medicine today: time. The kind of doctor who would be best positioned to have such a holistic approach is your primary care provider. And yet there are not nearly enough primary care physicians out there and the ones we have are over-burdened with patient volume.

Specialists and surgeons tend overall to be more problem-focused in their specificity but it is also true that it is important to understand those specifics within the larger, holistic context. The way I approach that with my patients is to make sure that by the end of our encounter they feel heard, that we have identified the problems for which I am capable of addressing for them, and that they understand the plan that we have mutually agreed would suit them most appropriately.

Lastly, a struggle that many healthcare providers know but the general public may not is that we are often working with patients who are not fully invested in their own health. And so while we might recommend lifestyle changes and non-pharmacologic treatments, there is little follow through with things like dietary changes, weight loss, smoking cessation, etc.

A simple example from my own field is acid reflux. In most cases, acid reflux can be completely eliminated with certain lifestyle changes (don't eat within 3 hours of going to bed) and dietary modification (an apple a day may be making things worse, actually). We provide this information and yet 99/100 patients prefer a medication instead.

While there are many ways in which both the medical field and its practitioners need to improve, there are challenges from the patient side of things that are also beyond our control. And while I understand a lot of the distrust of the medical field for various reasons, it's not infrequently problematic. Some of the sickest patients I see--appearing with very late stage cancers or suffering catastrophic strokes--are the one's who "don't like going to the doctor." As if everyone else just loves going to the doctor. Although I will say the more elderly patients are often grateful for the social interaction; I try to take more time with them when possible.

In the end, I want to be capable of helping my patients to the best of my ability. And I want my patients to leave our encounter feeling supported and encouraged. The medical field is indeed a mess (one we would be worse off without, in my opinion) and I hope that over the course of my career I may be able to find a few ways to tidy things up and make a few lives better.

Much love!

LY

[universe-in-the-void-in-the-cube]

My headcanon bio for 2P Iceland

Finally got him updated and fleshed out. This is my version of 2P Iceland. Take it or leave it.

Also if anyone wants to RP this version of 2P Iceland let me know so I can follow them.

Name: 2P Iceland

Full Name: Egil Steilsson Nickname(s):

"Eddie" (by close friends; a softer take that highlights vulnerability)

"Crimson Demon" (among rivals; reflects his eye color and intense demeanor)

Age: 17 Birthday: December 17 Species: Personification of Iceland Nationality: Icelandic Sex: Male Gender: Cisgender Preferred Pronoun(s): He/Him

Romantic Orientation: Demisexual Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Religion: N/A Occupation: Socialite/Influencer Status: Active

Fandom: Hetalia: Axis Powers Face Claim: Original design with various artistic interpretations

Relationships

Parents: Unnamed, wealthy, and neglectful, maintaining a high-status image without genuine affection.

Siblings:

Brother: 2P Norway (Loki Bondevik) who shares similar traits of cunning and chaos in their own respective realms.

Family: Primarily focuses on his brother, 2P Norway, forming a somewhat competitive yet understanding bond in their chaotic lives.

Significant Other(s): Various short-lived relationships characterized by intense passion and possessiveness; potential for deeper connections remains elusive.

Children: N/A

Closest Friends: Other 2P characters, likely including:

2P Norway

2P Denmark These friendships often encapsulate chaotic camaraderie, marked by banter and a deep understanding of each other’s struggles.

Rivals: Any individual who competes for the attention of those he desires; notably, 2P England poses a significant challenge due to similarities in ambition and charm.

Enemies: Individuals who challenge his status or expose vulnerabilities, risking his carefully crafted image.

Physical Traits

Height: Approximately 6'3", giving him a taller-than-average stature that contributes to his imposing presence.

Weight: Approx. 180 lbs (estimate).

Body Build: Lean yet muscular; fit from indulging in competitive sports and an active lifestyle, reflecting an athletic physique that complements his vibrant persona.

Hair Color: Tousled silver-white hair with darker roots that symbolize his internal struggles. The messy appearance mirrors his wild personality.

Eye Color: Striking crimson red; their intensity can shift from sparkling enthusiasm to cold menace depending on his emotional state.

Facial Features:

Sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline enhance his attractiveness.

A faint scar above his left eyebrow gives a rugged touch, hinting at a tumultuous past.

Attire: Favors high-end, flashy designer clothing that includes vibrant fitted jackets and edgy ripped skinny jeans, projecting an extravagant "Hollywood" style. His fashion choices reflect both his confidence and need for attention.

Accessories:

Typically adorns himself with bold silver accessories, including a chain bracelet that he fiddles with when anxious.

Wears oversized sunglasses even indoors, adding an air of mystery and shielding his emotions from view.

Phobias and Diseases

Phobia(s): Fear of abandonment stemming from childhood neglect.

Mental Disease(s):

Possible possessive tendencies.

Struggles with emotional regulation but has not been formally diagnosed, evident through relationships.

Physical Disease(s): N/A

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression: Charismatic and confident in social settings while internally tumultuous, wrestling with jealousy and insecurity.

Moral Alignment: Chaotic neutral, often acting out of self-interest without a clear moral compass.

Jung Personality Type: ENFP (Extraverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Perceiving) - known for creativity, enthusiasm, and emotional depth.

Enneagram Type: Type 3 (The Achiever) - driven by success and validation.

Four Temperaments: Sanguine-Choleric - sociable, pleasure-seeking, and ambitious yet prone to impulsiveness.

Astrological Sign: Sagittarius - exhibiting traits of adventure-seeking and enthusiasm while sometimes being reckless.

Hogwarts House: Slytherin, embodying ambition and cunning in pursuit of goals.

Top Five Tropes:

The Manipulative Bastard

Chaotic Good

Loveable Rogue

Tsundere

Intense Rivalry

Five Prominent Traits:

Charismatic

Possessive

Insecure

Charming

Impulsive

Miscellaneous

Skills:

Social manipulation

Athletic prowess

Strong fashion and design sense

Hobbies:

Socializing and making connections

Competitive sports

Fashion and design

Element: Fire - symbolizes passion and intensity, mirroring his emotional volatility.

Animal: Wolf - represents loyalty and fierce nature.

Plant: Thorns - signify beauty coupled with a protective mechanism.

Stats

Compassion: 2/10

Empathy: 3/10

Creativity: 6/10

Mental Flexibility: 4/10

Passion/Motivation: 8/10

Education: 5/10

Stamina: 7/10

Physical Strength: 6/10

Battle Skill: 2/10

Initiative: 5/10

Restraint: 3/10

Agility: 6/10

Strategy: 4/10

Teamwork: 2/10

Multiple Intelligences:

Musical-Rhythmic Intelligence: 4/10

Visual-Spatial Intelligence: 6/10

Verbal-Linguistic Intelligence: 5/10

Logical-Mathematical Intelligence: 3/10

Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence: 6/10

Interpersonal Intelligence: 5/10

Intrapersonal Intelligence: 4/10

Existential Intelligence: 3/10

Naturalistic Intelligence: 2/10

Background

Egil grew up amid luxury and high-class aspirations, where the constant pursuit of status overshadowed emotional fulfillment. Neglect from his wealthy parents distorted his perception of love into one marked by ownership. His experiences in his formative years revealed a schism between genuine affection and the envy that stems from abandonment. The lesson of love as a possession rather than partnership resonates throughout his friendships and romantic entanglements.

Goals

His primary pursuits involve securing control over his relationships, reaffirming his social standing, and ultimately discovering a partner who exemplifies ultimate loyalty - almost as a reflection of his own possessive tendencies.

Needs

Despite needing love and validation, Egil’s intense jealousy and fear of rejection often impede genuine emotional connections. He must learn the importance of trust, balance, and openness, shifting away from his instinctual behaviors.

Motivations

Egil operates under the belief that his self-worth correlates directly with public admiration, leading him to act impulsively in ways that sustain his social image while initiating conflicts that challenge him emotionally.

Internal Conflicts

Egil’s deepest struggles lie in reconciling his chaotic approach to love with a profound fear of loneliness. His inability to recognize healthier forms of emotional expression poses a growing internal conflict as he grapples with self-doubt concerning the authenticity of his relationships.

External Conflicts

His relationships with rivals often highlight his possessiveness as they challenge his perceived control. Friends who express concern become focal points of conflict as his need for connection clashes with his paranoia and jealousy, creating a tumultuous atmosphere around him.

Relationships

Allies: Egil finds a twisted kinship with other 2P characters who share chaotic behavioral traits, leading to bonds rooted in shared banter yet laced with competitive jealousy.

Rivals: Those who encroach on his relationships or threaten his social status often become direct rivals. Through rivalry, he frequently resorts to manipulative tactics to reclaim what he perceives as his.

Romantic Interests: Egil's romantic escapades usually attract individuals intrigued by his charisma but quickly reveal his darker nature, creating a complex web of passionate connections tainted by possessiveness.

Overall Theme

Egil's narrative sheds light on the fragile balance between love and obsession, exploring the consequences wrought by emotional immaturity and the necessity of cultivating healthy relationships. His journey encapsulates the challenges of reconciling desperate desires with past trauma.

General Plot Ideas

A Moment of Reckoning: When Egil's latest love interest escapes the chaos of his possessiveness, he is forced into self-reflection, igniting a period of personal reckoning where he confronts his past behaviors.

Greater Threat: An emerging rival threatens Egil’s status, necessitating an uneasy alliance with an unexpected companion. This joint endeavor fosters growth as he learns the value of trust and teamwork to navigate personal shortcomings.

Romantic Plot Ideas

Complicated Affection: A romantic interest seeing through Egil’s bravado challenges him to confront his emotional turmoil, testing the limits of his possessiveness, ultimately urging him towards personal growth.

Rivalry Turned Romance: An intense interplay of rivalry morphs into a complicated romantic relationship, forcing Egil to question his control tendencies and explore the intricate dynamics of affection.

[rights-for-redshirts]

What I thought the prequels were gonna be based on when I was watching Episode IV to VI

there are/were several wars involving clones from both sides & the Jedi were involved as special fighters or something, like Ninja or Samurai or maybe command officers sometimes but others just roam the lands adventuring and helping people; some Jedi can go into the army- everyone is significantly older, like in their thirties/forties- Vader is rising through the ranks during the war & busy fighting battles at one front. As it's wartime, communication with back home is fraught & he rarely gets updates from his wife. He pushes the war forwards & helps escalate the conflict bc the war is his chance for glory and promotions - through the escalation, enemy forces increasingly attack civilians, the situation everywhere gets worse & less stable- due to reasons, the mum has to flee, sending a message to her husband that takes months to reach him, the situation developed unexpectedly, maybe she has to flee from assassins, maybe enemy forces occupy where she lives & they look specifically for her, maybe she's part of a marginalized group, idk but it comes back to Vader's involvement in the war making her a target and/or maybe she's important herself (noblewoman or smth idk, but the enemy either wants her or wants her dead)- at this point she doesn't know she's pregnant (which is why Vader doesn't know there was a kid)- she has to go undercover & can't send messages for her own safety, is at first with allies who protect her - that goes wrong too, the enemy/war reaches that enclave as well and she has to flee again, this time on her own - meanwhile Anakin gets more and more corrupted by the war. I imagined him a lot like Dooku actually, serious, idealistic at first, for the greater good, very by the book, kind of a control freak, honorable but very rigid; as the war drags on, he develops a hatred for the opposing side, becomes more and more jaded, more and more cruel because it seems like a necessity, but keeps up his behavior with his friends because he can't bear to have them think worse of him- he and Obi-Wan are on different fronts, Obi-Wan the experienced, skilled strategist while Anakin is his younger, less experienced but equally brilliant former student, both of them are the best at what they do & the republic can't afford to put them in the same place- they talk strategy to coordinate as required, but there are long stretches where the only things they hear from each other are the strategic news about gain or loss of territory - Anakin grows both more confident and more jaded from his victories, his glory and success gets to him; having unchecked power over occupied territories also does bad things to someone's character usually- the bad guy covets him and feeds both his ego and his ambition to rise in the ranks, flatters him and paints a picture of power and respect and riches and glory, an Empire with Anakin as the right hand of the Emperor, second only to one; of the war having ended not the least because of his contributions, new territories conquered in the war, you know, all that- Anakin lets himself be swayed

he isn't naive, he just decides that a system he controls a good chunk of directly has better odds of being what he wants it to be than a democracy, and accepts having an Emperor for that is a fair trade (he's been in the military for so long, having a superior is second nature to him)

with the war still raging, the unnamed mom lives past the childbirth and faces the odds of having to raise two babies on her own in the middle of nowhere, somewhere the war won't touch, while whatever was trying to kill her is still after her. She shook them off for a while, but they are still out there somewhere and she can't stay still for long enough to risk for them to find her and the kids- probably she found shelter with her husband's family (Owen and/or Beru's branch) who he never talks about bc he's a success story of leaving his humble beginnings behind him to fit better into high society- here she also learns more about her husband, his backstory of making it to the Jedi, training hard etc and never looking back- she also learns for the first time that the people in the fringe territories have a very different picture of her husband than her elite social circle; she hears about war crimes & how newly conquered territories are treated & is kinda like hmm whoops? It's all very awkward bc she's the wife of the wayward son who made it big and then never bothered to visit, but at least it's a brief visit - she doesn't want to endanger them- the kids are, again, split up for safety concerns - she doesn't want to keep both with her in case she's caught, she can't leave both in case her hunters realize she left them somewhere and try to use the kids to lure her out; she's maximizing their combined survival odds

With a bleeding heart, unnamed mum leaves one of her kids (Luke) at the Lars family's home, with them promising to take care of him until she can retrieve him but also very aware it's wartime and she may very well never be able to return, or at least not before the kid is grown- She takes the other kid with her & flees further, never staying in one place for long, always on the run from the consequences of the war which are everywhere, shifting borders and increasingly restricted travel near the borders, passport controls etc

it's all for nothing bc the others get closer and closer

desperately, she finally makes it to Alderaan, which is kinda like space switzerland but smaller & not that significant (the way the Empire treats it in EIV seemed to suggest that), influental enough to be able to keep her safe but low profile enough that a guest at court won't draw attention; she asks for asylum but since they are peaceful, they rely on the rest of the stationed guards & can't keep her safe really well

Leia is about two at this point, maybe old enough to retain memories

Padmé drops the kid off w/ the Queen, who may or may not be an old friend of hers or a mentor or something and doesn't have kids of her own

the war is drawing to a close, she has managed it back into territory that isn't the middle of nowhere, the front is nearing Alderaan but it's her husband's front, her hope at this point is that she can lure her kidnappers after her without them realizing she dropped Leia somewhere (the only child they know of) and making it to her husband, who will help her set an ambush and kill all of them or at least send her someone else safe, a bunker or something, until the war is over, and send some of his (jedi?) subordinates (who can, unlike unnamed civilian mum, fight and travel without restrictions) to go get the kids

Anakin knows the area she was in is occupied now; those news reached him extremely late though since the galaxy is HUGE and wartime communications esp to soldiers are shit, and hasn't heard from her since, which is worrying

he has ppl look for her but he can't abandon his post w/o ruining the war (& his spy network has better chances of finding her than him alone, him leaving would endanger her more as his part of the front would crumble)

and she tries to make it to him!!

and she doesn't make it

and on the way there, her hit squad gets her. She makes a last stand when she realizes she has nowhere left to run

and she's gonna at least take down as many of them down with her as possible

and

well.

Vader ends the war, turning on the Jedi and unifying both sides of the war into the empire, cleaning house, genociding etc.

he finds out about her after the war ends. There is noone left alive who he could ask about children.

*fade to black and credits roll*

Written and directed by

GEORGE LUCAS

[anotherblblog]

Utsukushii Kare Eternal/Japan trip thoughts part 1

I posted a recap because a friend on twitter wanted to know what happened and I wanted to share what I saw so other interfans and interested folks could have a play by play recap of the movie. It got some attention lol but honestly I don’t mind because I think that’s what fan communities are for. I’m happy to be able to share and contribute for other fans.  I saw Utsukare Eternal three times in theaters because earlier I was collecting these movie cards and there were pre-purchased tickets and I wanted to use them. From talking with other fans and reading other recaps, there are some context/conversations my recap didn’t cover but I don’t think I wholesale missed anything. 

I also appreciate the comments and questions and I’m happy to answer and explain what I saw. I wanna add some more thoughts about seeing the movie, some preamble:

some bl movies aren’t “movies,” they’re recaps/recollections/reduxes of the prior seasons and based on the trailer, I felt hopefully Utsukare Eternal wouldn’t do that

with season 2 being released so close, I then wondered if it would be like Gameboys season 2 and Gameboys the movie meaning they would both share a lot of the same material but have different POV structure

I knew 100% there wouldn’t be subtitles but I’ve been a fan of anime and bl and other medium that is not in English and I haven’t ever been daunted or turned away from that 

ok so then I find myself in Japan for the first time and a new twist on my bl journey, specifically for Utsukushii Kare, has been trying to track down and keep up with their updates and presales and releases. It was a lot of fun but also meant I couldn’t really forecast or keep my schedule. I chose to keep pivoting and adjusting things to try and acommodate Utsukushii Kare since the movie was the anchor event of my much longer and ongoing Asia trip so I felt fine pushing back on other things to chase limited merch. 

ok ok so now for some movie thoughts

the return of Hira as the sole pov, I did really miss Kiyoi’s pov and narration but he got plenty of scenes without Hira and it’s not like he was absent or diminished but Hira had the sole pov spotlight

I also like that this installment in the Utsukare story for me showed that Hirakiyo are pretty solid as a couple but still have room to grow and things to  discover about each other but now the plot/narrative required outside forces

Kiyoi is still my number 2 favorite bl character behind Gav from Gameboys. Hira might move a spot or two so I need to think about where I want to place him in my rankings. 

the movie didn’t seem like a series finale conclusion but I think it could be a satisfying conclusion if it was the last installment 

with the movie pulling back to Hira as the sole POV, we did not see a lot of the original supporting cast and even Hira’s own supporting cast, Koyama, wasn’t in the movie a lot. 

I know there is another novel set after the novel the movie/season2 was based on, so there’s still canon to go 

I’m gonna miss Hira’s house but HiraKiyo having their own apartment could be really amazing

Kiyoi discovering Hira’s Kiyoi shrine was hilarious and also set up for the other obsessive fan

the bathtub scene was amazing

the two high heat scenes were good and the domestic fondness scenes were cute too

anyone who says the kisses and sex scenes are unnecessary are the feds and/or lame af

I love that Kiyoi is still sometimes shy but now Hira meets and confronts it directly and doesn’t let Kiyoi run away and by movie’s end, Kiyoi still gets overwhelmed/flustered by his feelings for Hira but he doesn’t turn away from Hira, he reaches out to him

Hira still is jealous and insecure at times for reasons that are completely unfounded as Kiyoi is as loyal to him as he is to Kiyoi but Hira always being Hira is just comforting to me too

my favorite visuals - the Anna waterfall photoshoot and Kiyoi’s last photoshoot and the classroom confession

the trailer shot of Hira taking Kiyoi’s picture with the sunset behind them absolutely is a top top top fave

HiraKiyo having the NaruHina run through their prior costumes was really cute, that’s what I love about when a visual medium leans into being a visual medium

I really hope it’s not the end of Utsukare and hopefully this box office success pushes them to continue 

ok, I know I have some other questions and responses so I’ll answer those in a separate post

[mauricedelafalaise]

I met Rafa Saavedra in 1994 at a show through mutual friends, we immediately bonded over our love for Alaska (Pegamoides, Dinarama, Fangoria), 60's Kitsh and Pop Culture, he was one of the first person who taught me in my teens more about the Spanish underground music scene, he was a lover of la movida madrileña, new wave and post-punk, he had a direct connection in Spain that always sent him current music at the time and he always shared it with us, this was before the internet and social media were invented, he was always up to date in what was happening at the moment musically back then. Many knew him as Rafa Dro. as his dj name taking it from Spain's Aviador Dro and always describing himself as "Selector de Frecuencias" after the band's song which also was the name of his weekly radio show of the same name: http://selector.podomatic.com/ http://selector.blogspot.com/ where you can see his playlists and interviews with many artists through the years.

Rafa became a big influence on my life growing up in Tijuana, his knowledge of music was impeccable, always keeping me updated on new music and how I would like it, he knew my style well and he was always right. We djed several times together at different parties, when I showed him something new to me, something I'd discovered, he already knew about it, he knew when it came out, what label was it on and the year, he had a memory vault like no one.

Rafa was also very observant of his surroundings and had a great eye for things, moments, situations which many of them he captured and posted on his Tumblr http://rafadro.tumblr.com/ and always writing the right caption for it which made you understand and think.

I became a big fan of his blog Crossfader Network, a personal diary of his experiences through out the city of Tijuana often documenting the parties he went to, music reviews, and photos with one word of sentence that explained what he was trying to transmit. He lived the moment at its fullesthttp://crossfadernetwork.wordpress.com/

Living in L.A. for the past 12 years, he was my window of what was going on in my hometown. He was the first person I know to do Fanzines in in the city.

He wrote several books "Esto no es una salida" (This is not an escape). "Postcards de ocio y odio" (Postcards of leisure and hate) (La Espina Dorsal, 1996), Buten Smileys (Yoremito, 1997), Lejos del Noise (Away from the noise) (Moho, 2003). In 2010 he won the State Prize for Literature in Cultural Journalism awarded by the Institute of Culture of Baja California. His book, “Border Pop,” won Baja California’s prize for literature in 2012.

He never strived to be a famous, he wrote from his heart, his own experiences, his enthusiasm for music and his passion for culture, he was dedicated and 100% in love with Tijuana and delivered his message clearly. He was beloved by everyone in the city and beyond the city, Rafa always had a smile on his face, he always had something interesting to talk about, always something to contribute, to many local artists and musicians, he was the John Peel of Tijuana. In my eyes, he was the ambassador of the city to the world and that's what made him famous to me. He coined the phrase "Tijuana Makes Me Happy" which became Nortec's most known song.

In the last past years, we became even closer, and since we're both born a few days apart in August we would celebrate our birthdays together sometimes. This last summer, I celebrated my birthday in Tijuana and he came to see me and hang out before the party, at that moment while talking I gave him a long hug and a kiss on the cheek, (mind you I'm not the most affectionate person) and told him he's always been the coolest friend, I felt him at that moment. I would always call him "eternal teenager" and he would call me "oldteen" because we both feel the essence of youth within us. Both being Leos, we understood each other very well.

Due to his heart condition at an early age, a few years ago he discovered his heart rate was at it's lowest of 4.0, under those conditions his only exercise was walking which he documented in the heart warming short video "Caminatas" https://vimeo.com/46787385

Three weeks after we saw each other, he went into cardiac arrest and was in intensive care, spending the past couple of weeks at the hospital, always very optimistic and with that sense of humor that characterized him, he kept documenting his life as he always did.

I knew Rafa, and I know he "knew". A day before having heart surgery, he wrote on his Facebook status: "En route with the best mood and strength possible, to all those possible Tomorrows. Love you all, pals" along with a note that read: 16/Sep/13 "This has been good for many things: our own fragility, pain, absences, the spiral echo of our memories, the power of love, friendship that lasts, all those moments that we (re)lived being alone with ourselves. Thank you for everything with love and affection. Electric hugs, Rafa Saavedra.

On the afternoon of September 17th, 2013 he passed away at the young age of 46. A lovable local hero that understood all the nuances of a complex city such as Tijuana. In fact, he may have been the city's best unofficial anthropologist.

[paintedscales]

a03 :: Markets

Newly released from the infirmary, Nomin gets an unexpected visitor and takes a trip to the markets of Sharlayan.

A Soft™ Fic Prompt Meme

I may have gotten a bit carried away with where everything was going.

Word Count: 2,845

In the days that Nomin rested and recovered at the infirmary, she learned that Estinien brought her some gifts in the bag he had brought with him during his first visit. Nothing new, though appreciated all the same. Things he knew Nomin cherished, just to have them while she was confined to staying there.

Her shagai and her copper pendant were two of those items. Estinien knew of the copper pendant -- what significance it held for her. Though he bided his curiosity on the bone dice in the blood red leather pouch.

Estinien’s nightly visits became common over the rest of the days Nomin was required to recover. Though he had his own room and board, he often simply found respite in sitting at the bedside and laying his head on Nomin’s lap while she read or sketched. Sometimes he would listen to her read some of her stories aloud, finding himself lost in her voice as he allowed the words to create imagery in his mind’s eye. Sometimes he would simply doze as Nomin ran her fingers through his hair.

Eventually came the day that Nomin was finally granted leave of the infirmary, and the first person that greeted her was G’raha. His ears perked with joy upon seeing her, and a relieved expression bloomed on his face as he rushed in to give Nomin a big, long hug. All the while, his head rested at the nook of her neck and collar while a smile grew upon his lips.

Of course Nomin reciprocated, enjoying the feeling of having one of her friends there.

Warm.

Welcome.

… Tangible…

Most importantly: real.

“My friend…” G’raha sounded as if he were holding back tears. It was near enough to make tears start stinging Nomin’s own eyes once again that week.

He, along with a handful of others, had not visited the infirmary while they took care of other matters in Sharlayan after the Ragnarok had returned. As Nomin had heard it, a number of chirurgeons had come and retrieved her from the craft on a stretcher after she succumbed to unconsciousness once again. They, and the other Scions at the time, were eager to get her proper care.

Estinien and the twins had really been the only three that had been the most available. Estinein, of course, had the least to contribute to Sharlayan’s research and findings overall. As for the twins, their father often found himself coddling them -- a notion that Nomin could only imagine after having been present for Alisaie’s griping about it. Evidently, this all afforded them the most amount of time to check in on Nomin over the others. Often, Nomin had been the audience to Alphinaud’s sulking over his lack of involvement at times.

“‘Tis so good to see you hale and whole,” G’raha said, a small shake to his voice. He let go of Nomin and composed himself. His smile was infectious, and Nomin returned it warmly.

"And it is so very good to see you, Raha," Nomin replied in kind as she adjusted the satchel that rested on her shoulder and then rubbed her eyes. "I hadn't been expecting you -- nor anyone, really. But I'm glad all the same."

"I've been helping Krile organize and take care of the Annex. Biting my nails all the while as we only heard updates from the chirurgeons, twins, and one time from Estinien.” G’raha replied, immediately breaking into a tangent. “'Well,' they often told us; 'she's been recovering well.' Alisaie was always quite spirited when she spoke of your recovery; surely she's eager for a chance for any moment of her brand of sport against you. Alphinaud also tells us you've been painting again."

"Mhm," Nomin affirmed. "It was something to do -- a comfort to fall back on."

However, Nomin found herself curious as to Estinien’s take or reports. If he made any at all.

"... Has…Estinien said anything?" Nomin questioned, bringing a hand to the strap of her satchel and starting to walk toward the exit of the building. G'raha followed close behind, soon falling into step next to her as he caught up.

“Hm?” G’raha’s ears twitched forward with consideration as he held his chin between his thumb and index finger. “He never said much. If you want something he said verbatim… ‘She yet draws breath. Let that be enough as she rests.’ Other than that, he never gave the impression he visited often.”

G’raha’s words did not surprise Nomin. Of course Estinien would likely keep to himself, or he simply made himself scarce overall.

A smile tugged at the corner of Nomin’s lips as she pulled the door open and stepped out into the sunlight with G’raha alongside her. Her smile widened as she took in fresh, crisp air before tightening her coat around her to contend with Sharlayan’s natural chill.

Being out of that stuffy infirmary was so freeing!

“Well, my friend…” G’raha started, not taking the same amount of time to appreciate the fresh air as Nomin. “Have any ideas in mind for what you’d like to do first? We still have a good fortnight or so before the ship is ready to take us back to Eorzea proper.”

“You know… I don’t think I ever got to visit the markets Sharlayan has to offer,” Nomin mentioned, thinking about it. She looked over her shoulder and gave G’raha that same warm smile. “Alphinaud must have gotten his start somewhere when it came to art growing up here. I’d love to browse the wares the markets have when it comes to sketch journals, paints, brushes, and other such items. I feel like I’ll have much more time in the coming days to focus on committing vistas to paper, hide, or canvas.”

“Then let us be about it!” G’raha eagerly replied, his tail flicking upward along with his ears.

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There were some slight aches and sores that came back to haunt Nomin even before she made it to the markets with G’raha, but she powered through them. They were nothing compared to some old instances, after all. At least, that was what she attempted to convince herself of.

With her leave from the infirmary, Nomin intended to make the most of it -- and so she did as she poured over the wares on display. Books, trinkets, garments, salves, and tools -- all that and more had been on display.

G'raha found a prank glamour prism on display while Nomin perused, applying it to himself in that brief moment. A mustache of neon green sprouted underneath his nose, and his eyebrows became bushy caterpillars of the same hue. Nomin could not help but to laugh once she looked over at him. With a laugh of his own, G'raha puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips, showing off his new look.

Nomin, on the other hand, once she went back to looking around, found a rather gaudy shawl and draped it over herself with a flourish and a twirl. The metallic threads glittered in the sunlight, sparkling in a dazzling array of silver. As they continued, Nomin had been prone to goofing off with G'raha.

So long as they were able to have fun and laugh about it, it seemed to have been shaping up into a day well spent. Especially after being cleared from the infirmary.

Eventually, they finally made it to a stall that carried art supplies. Blank canvases of all sizes were kept safe under shade and cloth protection. Paints of many different hues lined the wooden shelves. Moleskin and leather sketch journals were stacked upon one another, their blank pages begging for creative release. Their brush sets were…

"... There…there aren't any brushes?" Nomin could not hide the dejection in her voice as she looked about the shelves. Her brow knitted together with a hint of disappointment. Even G'raha's ears drooped a bit when he heard her tone.

"'Fraid not, lass," the stall owner said. "Sold our only set around noon."

“I…see…” Nomin frowned and looked back at the other goods offered for sale. She lingered on some paints and eventually chose some colors that she had yet to experiment with, and then took up a leather bound sketch journal. She paid for them and got them situated in her satchel before she and G’raha took to leaving the markets.

“Surely they’ll have a new set before we leave for Limsa Lominsa,” G’raha said, doing his best to be optimistic for Nomin’s sake. He forced a sheepish smile, and a hand was brought to rest upon the auri’s shoulder.

“Perhaps. I never got an opportunity to see what Sharlayan had to offer for painters… What with all our own and the star’s concerns taking precedence,” Nomin replied. She managed a ghost of a smile in G’raha’s direction before she started to walk toward the Annex. “But…I’m glad I got to see and even purchase something. Besides, I probably have enough brushes as it is. You know, some of them haven’t even seen use yet?”

It was clear Nomin was attempting to remain optimistic.

The walk continued on like that. G’raha let Nomin speak, only asking a couple questions every now and then about her art, her hobbies, and things of the like. She was happy to speak at length about painting -- how she got into it, how it was always there as a source of comfort and joy in her youth. All things that G’raha had not really known about till then. They had little time to speak of such things in the past, as it turned out.

Plus…it had been a nice distraction from the disappointing lack of brushes that could be purchased.

In time, Nomin and G’raha made it to the Annex where they parted ways. G’raha spoke of how he probably should have returned to Krile’s side to help with more organization and documentation.

While it seemed to Nomin that it felt like something was being left unsaid, she decided not to question it as she walked the familiar path to the room that had been lent to her during her stay there in Old Sharlayan. She listened to the click of her boots echo in the marbled halls before she finally paused in front of the all too familiar door.

Raising a hand, Nomin hesitated. She was not quite sure why, either.

A deep breath was taken and Nomin’s hand found purchase on the handle, pushing it open. The familiar sight of the room greeted her. But so did the unfamiliar sight of banners, flowers, and presents.

Her free hand went to her mouth, a swelling in her heart as it did. For Nomin could not believe the sight. The unfamiliarity yet sincerity of it caused a welling of aching warmth to overwhelm her as yet another barrage of tears spilled from her eyes. She walked forward, hand slipping from the door and allowing it to silently swing shut behind her.

Welcome back, Nomin!

Feel better soon!

The Grand Companies of Eorzea pray for your good health.

Slowly walking toward one of the chairs, Nomin slumped in it as she did what she could to process her feelings.

It was no hero’s welcome in the sense that she experienced before with raucous applause and whooping… Still, it allowed her to pour her emotions completely without the audience of anyone else but herself.

Reaching over for one of the cards, Nomin looked at it. A crude drawing of a little miqo’te child was on it with their hands in the air -- presumably cheering for Nomin, who was drawn next to them. What struck her more was that the child who made this did not draw Nomin’s horns or tail as black, but blue.

Opening the card, Nomin read the messy scrawl: Thank you foR saving the staR. MaMa n papa thank you too. I’M gonna be a big sisteR soon, n i’M hapy I’ll git to see my new sisteR oR bRotheR.

Nomin brought her hand to her heart, a smile growing on her face as she choked out a relieved and touched laugh.

“By night’s good graces…” Nomin breathed, moving her hand from her heart to covering her eyes as she leaned back in the chair. Seeing the card really put things into perspective at the gravity of what she and the other Scions accomplished. Now that she had the time and air to breathe, she could actually process everything. All the decisions and actions that culminated to this point.

Moments passed, and Nomin still clutched the card. She had no idea how long it had been, but she had dried her tears with that time. The lingering burn was still there. She took the time to feel everything until a rapping came at the door.

Sniffling and wiping her eyes once again for good measure, Nomin placed the card down and approached the door. She was surprised her Echo had not alerted her to the presence of others. When she opened the door, the welcome sight of Alisaie, Alphinaud, and Estinien greeted her.

“You’re actually here!” Alisaie exclaimed, grinning as she elbowed Alphinaud in the ribs. “I told you she would be.”

“So you did,” Alphinaud defeatedly admitted with a sigh, rubbing where his sister struck him. However, as defeated as his tone was, he looked back up at Nomin with a smile both upon his lips and evident in his eyes. Estinien’s own expression had warmed, his mouth curling into a gentle smile once he saw Nomin out of her infirmary garb and more in her usual attire.

“Are you amenable to visitors at this time?” Estinien asked.

Nomin chuckled silently, opening the door wider for the trio of elezen to enter in. “Of course. Please, make yourselves comfortable. Not that you would need my permission for that last part.”

“The last time I was here, we were all having a meal together,” Alisaie said as she breezed past, walking over toward the pile of presents that had been set upon the table. She picked up one of the smaller parcels, glancing over it before turning an amused look in Nomin’s direction. “It’s a good thing we had no intention of eating in since it seems our dear hero has quite the load to bear with all these presents and well wishes.”

“Speaking of which… We have something for you!” Alphinaud announced, looking rather pleased with himself. It seemed evident beyond words that whatever they had for Nomin, it was his idea or suggestion. Alphinaud then looked toward Estinien and motioned toward Nomin; “Estinien, if you would, please?”

The former Azure Dragoon shrugged with a sigh, unable to mask the slight smile on his face while he approached. It was only then that Nomin noticed the paper-wrapped gift tucked under his arm. He set it down on the table before Nomin and lingered. All three of them seemed to have been waiting for Nomin to tear into it to see what they had gotten her.

Tentatively, Nomin reached out, glancing between everyone before she finally started peeling back the layers of paper.

The iconic sigil of the Sharlayan shell was the first thing she noticed; its emerald visage striking upon the wooden box. The second was the polished horse chestnut’s golden hue with its darker mottling; a wooden case. For a time, Nomin found herself just admiring the color and sheen of the box.

“Well don’t just stare at it! Open it up already!” Alisaie excitedly urged, placing her hands on the table and leaning forward.

Nodding, Nomin unclasped the box and opened it. The sight within made her gasp and drop the top of the case back on itself with a sharp snap! She clutched her hands to her mouth to stifle her surprised gasp. Once she collected herself as swiftly as she could, she opened the box again. Nomin pushed the top wider so that everyone could behold the contents: a collection of twelve paintbrushes neatly packed within, their hardwood handles painted that emerald green of Sharlayan, copper ferrules tightly hugging cream colored bristles to the handles securely.

“You…you were the ones that bought the last set at the markets?” Nomin asked, still gawping at the brushes.

“We’d all gotten word that you were to be released today,” Alphinaud responded, taking a seat opposite of Nomin. “Given that you expressed an interest in collecting paintbrushes when we were in Ishgard, I thought it a meaningful gift if we were to pick you up a set of Sharlayan make.”

Alphinaud paused.

“You…do like it, yes?” Alphinaud questioned with some hint of uncertainty.

“O-Of course I do!” Nomin exclaimed, standing suddenly and looking up at everyone with an expression tinged with a sense of worry. Slowly, she leaned back in her seat, a hand raising so that she might caress the painted, polished wood of one of the brush’s handles. “This…this is genuinely one of the most thoughtful gifts I’ve received in a long time.”

Expression softening, Nomin smiled warmly and genuinely.

“Thank you all for this. I love it.”

[imsosocold]

Junko being Manfred’s daughter headcanons:

The spirit of both characters came from superhell ™ and possessed me to make this.

The name on her birth certificate is ‘ Ryoko Von Karma’ but she took on her mother’s last name ‘ Otonashi’ to be less conspicuous. The mix of German and Japanese felt too tacky for her tastes anyway. Also she did not want a word that could be read as  ‘hope’ in her last name. Junko Enoshima is her alter ego and stage name, embracing her Japanese heritage fully. 

  An only child who has a tendency to just take and claim people as her own; Mukuro, Yasuke , Monaca, Mikan, Izuru, etc ( While initially just glad Ryoko was making any connections, Manfred ended up unofficially adopting a lot of them lmao).

Ryoko got a lot of her mental health issues and analysis skills from her father.

Manfred struggled a lot raising Ryoko and he blames himself for a lot of her actions and struggles. He sees so many of the parts of himself he tried to suppress inside her. He also worries that his issues of expressing himself emotionally and the weight behind his family name contributes to her problems.

Ryoko, on the other hand, is actually glad that someone at least shares her experiences and emotions, even if not to the same extent. 

Manfred could have never predicted Ryoko’s lack of interest in everything he cares about and her fascination with despair. Ryoko caused Manfred to really question the work he was doing and why. 

To Ryoko, all her father’s rules and ideologies are really boring and incredibly nonsensical, a reflection of the rottenness of society. Due to her father’s profession, Ryoko knows the intricacies of the law and how to skirt it. She loves trying to rile him up but she forgets she gets her own stubbornness from him. 

Manfred is incredibly overprotective of Ryoko. The moment she has any sort of hesitance or discomfort about something the moment he removes it from her life permanently. No modeling career or Hope's Peak Academy for her. He prosecutes those agencies and that academy to the highest court, destroying them before she could.

She finds it annoying a lot of the time but appreciates he’s at least trying.

While there’s no world destruction in this universe, Ryoko still did horrible stuff such as purposefully causing trouble, manipulating others, even  attempting to stab Matsuda.  Despite his endless dedication to law, Manfred instinctively knew the system he worked for would not be effective for dealing with her, so he covered up all her actions and sought non punitive measures. With proper support beyond an emotionally stunted old man, she learned about herself and others and how to express herself in less destructive ways. If only her father had gotten help as well… 

When she moved to America with Yasuke and some of her other friends he was utterly heartbroken. While he knew she was leaving Germany and getting away from his work and the Von Karma name was good for her, he really didn’t want her to go and worried she’d completely regress.  But Manfred knew if Ryoko wanted something she'd get it and he worried about smothering her. 

Despite his worries, she’s doing rather well at the moment. Ryoko still slips up sometimes but that’s natural in the process. No matter what, her father is always waiting for her with open arms and a forehead kiss.

 When particularly stressed the duo take quick visits to the other. 

While Manfred’s gotten used to sensing her moods he’s still not good at actually reading her. Ryoko has to be more upfront with her emotions and such.

Manfred’s learned to be more supportive and be more open minded about her interests and lifestyle, even if he doesn’t entirely understand it.

Ryoko has tried to update her father’s fashion style but even with all her talent and prowess and puppy dog eyes she could not achieve such a feat.

Ryoko would not get along with Miles and Franziska, she’d probably tease them and try to rile them up.

 She knew her father killed Gregory but didn’t reveal that fact to anyone, not even her father.

 Ryoko visited him almost daily in prison, primarily to offer him escape plans, which he refused.

She would  not allow his execution nor would any of her friends. 

 Regarding Manfred’s associates, Junko finds Blaise all boring and snuffy, one of those know-it-all guys who think they’re better than everyone else. Ryoko finds Damon incredibly interesting and was fun to be around. Gregory was too much like Makoto. After her father’s conviction, however, she brought Blaise and Gant to hell herself.

[semimedieval]

some addendums

"Rim! But that's actually a fake name, a code name if you like. Cause names have power so you don't just want go and give your name away to everybody" wait i did not fuuuucking know this line that rim says in 2.0 is fucking attributable back to 1.0 and to moopy. wow.

2. THE BOYS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

WOLFLOVER21: (Hey guys hard to say this but I don't think I can keep up with this fast pace!) SCRATCHLOVER999: I can hardly keep up too. TOESOCKSQUEEN: It only takes like 5 minutes to reread things. :) RASSBERRYCALLING: Hey my caras practically the main one right now and even the pace is so fast, I ain't top dog any more.

everyone is showing themselves excellently here. my own comments, if any existed, have been lost to scratch 2.0 update selective deletion. jack wins "scariest" - his 12 year old self's "i'm going to put a smiley face at the end of something kinda mean" strats scare me to this day. rp structure precludes "main characters", the word augustine is looking for is "plot driver", but we appreciate his diplomacy in reaching out to the other team. the katia jack and augustine school of friend group beef: "when you guys are being mean to virginia it is for petty and ridiculous reasons and you should apologize right now. when i am being mean to virginia my rage is holy and righteous and it is the only reasonable thing to be doing." so it continued for like two whole years.

3. rim asking monoceros "did you burn down goatville and if so why" was deeply embarrassing to me even at the time because my ass did NOT have a good answer for him

4. monoceros says he "used a fire extranei" to set fire to goatville, a fact that never reoccurs and is worth considering as an alternate plot for adventure 3.3 but i'm on the fence

5. captain pathetic perking up when he hears vague reaffirmations that his girlfriend has not dumped him yet (she has expressed no intention of doing so)

Chuji turned her attention away from James and quietly walked across the room. "Quartz honestly.. You torture my obsidian to much." she giggled. Obsidian perked up slightly and smiled at Chuji.

Also: this follows a completely insipid argument between obsidian and quartz that (if you adjust for Bad Writing Behaviors) reveals sad and real things about Quartz being very afraid of anything bad happening, from death to mild inconvenience, to the only family she has left. And also: "tozi stared at the wall, wanting them to shut up." omg the boys are fightinggggg what will happen????

6. as a final note before i start reading this summary of contributions: checking in with the quartz and spark show.

"Are you okay?" She placed the back of her hand on Quartz's forehead. "Nope. Not a fever." "Nothing like that," she muttered. "Just a bad mood..." "What is it? You can tell me. We're best friends remember?" She grinned. "Of course. But don't tell anyone." Quartz looked down. "I acted like a bit of an idiot in the morning today, sort of overreacted." she began. "But it gets the message across.. I'm worried about Obsidian. He's the only family I have left, and I love him more than anyone on earth." "He used to be so happy, but now....It's Chuji isn't it?" "Maybe," she replied, kicking moodily at a stone. "Tozi, that is. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he's back,but... Well, Obsidian had always reacted to Tozi in strange ways. Ever since he came." Spark looked at the ground. She loved Tozi, but knew it would never work out. He loved Chuji and that was the way things were. Quartz glanced sideways at her. "We're wallowing in self-pity, Spark," she laughed. "BACON!" Spark giggled. Love wasn't everything, she still had a great best friend.

Then they yell a bunch of other ~omgeh so random X3~ words like "biscuits" and "totoro" because sometimes they are mild to moderate self inserts of how jack and katia see themselves at age 12. and within that context, it's quite sweet. the end <3 next time on the ill advised aote reread: the infamous poppyworth scene, and then OMG! LUPUS AND KY BROKE UP LAST NIGHT