#but GGRRRR I NEED TO GET IT OUT

[max-the-silly-guy]

Ahaha looking at all the old toas fanart and noticed something I hadn't before

The fact that Newton is represented with the king of hearts, and Marlon is the ace of diamonds

I did a bit of research on the meanings behind these in tarot cards, and goddamnit @theizzizzy you thought this through so well😨😥

I won't get into too much detail about what the king of hearts represents, since it's very on the nose about what it represents and fits Newton quite well especially in the context of toas but also I believe hints to an event that's been confirmed will happen in a couple issues

The king of hearts represents deep emotions, (not all deep emotions need to be positive mind you. Anger, frustration, fear and grief also count. Wink wink, nudge nudge) and empathy. Thinking with both your head and your heart, to blend wisdom with compassion. And in this aligns with what we've seen of Newton so far perfectly

Like I said, it's very evident and straightforward with the reasoning behind choosing this card to represent Newton so I won't delve too much into my other more obscure reasonings I found

However I may or may not dedicate another post talking about how I believe this further implies something about Newton killing (most likely) Jr. Rottwood in the upcoming issue of toas

As for Marlon, it gets a lot more complex so just bear with me for a second

The ace of diamonds represents good fortune and success in ALL aspects of life. Which I think fits quite well since Marlon is regarded as a local god. He can have all his desires and wishes come true with the snap of a finger

Clone a thousand blink balls for no reason? Sure, why not. Mess with the literal gravitational pull of the planet? Just as plausible

In most descriptions of the meaning and origin behind this card, there's the constant mention of "a new opportunity coming your way". While in most contexts this is positive, in the context of toas this also be regarded as something negative.

Perhaps a sudden power imbalance between the two? A sudden shift in their dynamic especially after Newton isn't literally being held captive as part of a ransom? It would explain the contrast between these two pieces of fanart, both of which are directly linked

In the second one, Newton is wearing his post #100 outfit and seems a lot more.. cheerful about the entire situation, now oblivious to the puppet strings he's tied to and shown to be downright controlling in a sense.

The fact that Marlon is represented by the ace of diamonds, where one of the meanings is new opportunities opening up, may be a negative factor to Marlon but a positive one to Newton.

..or maybe I'm just going insane and overthinking every single detail I spot who knows

[coff-in]

Bro if reader ever gets the ingredients straight from the source are they gonna survive :0 Like...Ashley might for once be easier to deal with, because Andrew's gonna impale them. And then use them like a water balloon. (I really shouldn't be finding this hot—)

notes from coff-in: no no, it's alright for you to find this hot. it is hot. be free, go wild 'nonnie. untether yourself from your shame and indulge in big dick reluctant sex maniac andrew graves.

[gender neutral] reader-insert, NSFW, incest

imagine andrew graves fucking [reader] in every hole, filling them up with his cum! hehehe, his thick gooey cum leaks out of them like a cream-filled donut. [reader]'s on their bloated stomach, lying in the bed with a flushed face and tears running down their cheeks. the moans the involuntarily let out because they feel so full, closing their eyes as they fall asleep feeling loved and taken care of. andrew gets hard again looking at the sight. ashley teases him about it too, "look at them! you did a number in them, andrew... looks like you still have some love to share, hm? maybe i could help out with that?"

GGRRRR I NEED THEM ITS SO FUCKING HILARIOUS I JUST I NEED!!! I NEED TO BREED WITH THEM!!! IM A FUCKING POOL FOR THEIR SWIMMERS!!! RRRAAAAHHH BARK BARK BARK BARK

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coff-in

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Branches whipped by as Penny ascended through the canopy of the Tree, carrying Jaune in her arms. They reached Weiss, Blake, and Yang still in combat with the Cat, who kept summoning falsifications of their friends and enemies. The girls were clearly getting worn down from the constant onslaught.

Jaune: HEY CAT!

The Curious Cat whirled around to see the Rusted Knight Once more, with that annoying Doll that followed him like a lemming

CC: WHY CAN'T YOU STAY D-

Yang: *Punching the Cat in the Face* FUCK YOU!

CC: GGRRRR!

Weiss: JAUNE! YOU'RE ALRIGHT- PENNY?!?

Blake: *Taking out Glass Clones* Less Talk More Fight!

Jaune: *Getting set Down* Penny, We need to get the Cat out of Neo if we want a chance at beating them!

Penny: Understood! I will attempt to Restrain them!

Penny Began Laying Fire out, brilliant Bursts of Green from her swords vaporizing the glass clones, Slowly closing in on NeoCat

Smaller branches had fallen, some being set ablaze and burning rapidly as the Cat focused on taking out the one who had bothered them for so many years, crying over his 'Friends.'

CC: *Raising Claws to strike* I'M TAKING YOU OUT IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!

Jaune: *Catching CC's claws* That's Exactly What I'm Planning on!

Jaune Dove Into a pile of fallen branches and leaves, taking the Cat with him.

WBY+P: JAUNE!

NeoCat Coughed, and hacked until the Cat was ejected from Neo, fell to her knees, dazed and confused by what had been happening to her.

The Cat immediately leapt, dodging one of Penny's lasers.

Penny: You are not Getting to Remnant. You three go save Jaune.

CC: None of you are STOPPING ME!

The Curious Cat Grew to their large, bipedal, black-and-white form while WBY ran to get Jaune.

The Cat leapt into the air, interrupting the charge of full-array blast, sending forcing Penny to spiral, spinning the swords in front of her.

She retaliated by bringing the blades around and slashed at the Cat. They dodged backwards, taking a smaller four-sword beam to the face.

Yang: *Grabbing a Dazed Jaune by the shoulders* JAUNE! JAUNE ARE YOU ALRIGHT?

Jaune: *Hack! Cough* Wh- *Cough* Why aren't you helping Penny?

Blake: YOU DOVE INTO FIRE!

Weiss: And the Cat's Danger Close to her! I- I'm sorry I knocked you off earlier!

Jaune: You can apologize later! Weiss, Can you box the Cat in?

Weiss: Y-yeah! We are talking about this later though!

Weiss began forming Glyphs around, cutting off routes and slowly making a cage around the Curious Cat, before they leapt at Penny. Yang Threw Blake at the cat, and Dragged them to the ground.

The Brightest, largest beam of a Fully-Charged, Full-Array Blast, that enveloped the Cat.

When it eventually faded, The Cat laid in the burnt crater of the branch serving as the battleground. They had been reduced to their small, Blue and Magenta state, struggling to their paws.

CC: U-Useless ... Stupid ... Beasts ... This-

CRACK!

At the sound of a gunshot, the cat was scattered into powder, shard of bullet and branch spraying up from the ground.

Ruby: I was so Tired of them.

Jaune: Ruby!

Yang: *Rushing to her* RUBY!

Penny: Friend Ruby!

Ruby: Guys- ACK!

Yang: *Hugging Ruby tightly, Crying* Ruby! URby I-I'm sorry- I- I-

Ruby: *Hugging Yang back* No- Yang- I

Yang: *Puling back slightly, cupping ruby's cheeks* Dont- please please PLEASE never do anything like that again-

Ruby: *Beginning to Cry* No Yang, I Won't! I'm Sorry!

Weiss: *Swallows thickly* I'm- I'm glad you and Ruby are Back, Penny.

Penny: I am glad to be back!

Jaune: Ruby was always going to come back.

Weiss: And you!

Jaune: Uh Oh.

Weiss: Don't you Ever- EVER Jump into Fire again!

Jaune: The Fire form the Leaves isn't That hot, and my Aura could take it!

Weiss: Would you have jumped into the fire even if your aura was broke?

Jaune: ... No?

Weiss: ... *Walks over to him, cups his cheeks* Jaune, Don't. Nothing like that ever again, alright?

Jaune: O-Okay. I'll try.

Weiss: Good. *She Kisses him on the cheek* I don't want you to leave us anytime soon. You've come too far to be lost now.

Jaune: *Smiling slightly* Okay Weiss. I'll do that. Hey, Penny-

Penny: Thank you for giving me my Choice. B-Back on the Bridge. It has been ... a very long time, hasn't it? Since then?

Jaune: yeah, But it's ... It's been on my mind a lot.

Penny: Well, I am deeply, truly thankful you did as I asked, and proceeded to take care of some form of myself here in the Ever After.

Penny: I am also unable to apologize enough for *Gestures vaguely, both at him and in general* This. I wish you didn't have to suffer alone with the weight of what happened to me on your shoulders.

Jaune: ... you and me Both Penny. Thanks for thanking me, I guess.

Blake: Hey, Uh, What are we gonna do with her?

Neo Stood at the crater the Cat had been in, glaring at it before realizing attention was on her. She strode to wards the edge of the branch and looked over into the darkness.

Ruby: *Standing up, wiping tears form her eyes and handing a still weeping Yang to Blake* Hey, Neo ... You don't have much to live for do you?

Neo: *Cocks head, Shakes head*

Ruby: Well ... You're pretty strong. We could use your help back home.

Ruby: Going down there means you'll probably lose yourself, especially since you don't want to be yourself.

Ruby: Uh- Roman's last words, before the Griffin got him and the Airship crashed were, to me. Over sending you down.

Ruby: "You want to be a hero? Then play the part and die like every other Huntsman in history! As for me, I'll do what I do best: lie, steal, cheat and survive!"

Ruby: I- Obviously- Everyone Dies. My Mom Did. Penny Did. Pyrrha Did. Roman Did.

Ruby: If you go down there You might not die. You might find yourself, who you really want to be. But you might not remember who you were. You probably won't remember Roman.

Ruby: So come with us. So long as you don't double-cross us, we- won't have problems with you. We're gonna stop Salem, and that means getting Answers from Cinder. We can't kill her, not unless she's actively trying to kill us. Other than that ... We'll just ask you not to be selfish and steal things from poor folks. Other than that, I'll defend your right to be free, and who knows, maybe if you help us stop Salem, you'll be pardoned for your crimes.

Ruby: So ... What do you say.

Neo: *Looks over the edge, looks at Group, staring in question*

Ruby: You want to know what they think?

Neo: *nod*

Yang: You've tried to kill me. You've tried to kill Ruby, and also drove her to what amounts to suicide. I can't just forgive like that ... But ... I trust Ruby, and so long as you don't try anymore stuff, and keep away from me whenever possible, then You can join us. I'll bite my tongue on it.

Blake: Many hands make light work. I wouldn't mind having another person on our side.

Weiss: You have caused a lot of issues, Neo. Keep your hands out of other's pockets and weapons away from other's throats, and I won't complain about you.

Penny: Miss Neo, You are a highly wanted individual, with one of the largest bounties on Remnant. Your life there will always be dangerous, with many, many criminals wanting to put a knife in your back, with many, many people that will refuse to help you.

Penny: Personally, I do not like you either.

Penny: However, Ruby seems to believe you capable of avoiding most further violent crimes, and as such, if she is willing to extend a hand to you, I will back her up as her friend.

Jaune: You hurt me and My Team really badly last we all met. You stole the relic of knowledge from us and have been the worst kind of outside pain. You've helped Cinder and hurt a lot of the people I care about, but ...

Jaune: You're a good fighter. Going just off of my Gut tells me ... Yeah. You'd be a good ally. Not a chance you'll ever be an upstanding citizen, but maybe you won't be the worst.

Neo: *Looks across them all, takes one last glance down the Tree*

Ruby: So, What's your choice?

Neo: *Stares at Ruby, questioning*

Ruby: You're Aimless. If I had to guess, Roman gave you the friend you needed. Someone to believe in, to care about. I'm willing to be that for you. Let's call it an apology to him. I can't replace him, but I can act in his stead.

Neo: *Thinks for a moment, Takes Roman's hat off, studying it*

'Roman': Hey. I think She's Gonna Join you.

The false Roman Looked to Neo, who plucked the feather out of his hat, and handed the cap to him.

'Roman': Thanks. I was missing this. Goodbye Neo.

And 'Roman' Stepped off the Branch, dissolving into the shards that made up the illusion of him.

Neo: *Places Feather on her chest like a brooch, stands a little away from the group*

Then, with one last look to each other, the group walked into the Portal in the Tree. Jaune was made Young again, they learned the truth of the Brothers, the origin of the Ever After, and what will become of Little and Juniper and eventually made it back to 'when' they are needed most.

They looked across the Vacuan Sands, seeing the city in the distance and the swarm of ships in the sky.

They'd made it home. All alive, and in time, Well.

Who knows what will happen next?

~The End~

[pastafossa]

as someone who has written over 130 chapters for TRT (big fan ofc omg i love you and your writing and your story so much) what's your advice for someone who's feeling burnt out after only the 3rd chapter. Like the plot is clear and I want to write it so bad but I just...don't write. And it's getting annoying

is this like a substance you're injected with? Is it the same as the determination in undertale? what keeps you going?

I am indeed an experimental subject, injected early on with a proprietary blend of ADHD Hyperfixation and Crow Brain Wanting To Show Readers The Shiny Thing conveyed into my brain by a base blend of high-caffeine coffee, you too can have this blend for the low low price of Procrastinating Household Tasks While Also Being Distracted By Shiny Things. Act now and we'll give you the free gift of Insomnia (tm)!

Ok but in reality - first, thank you so much anon! I'm so happy you enjoy the story!

First, I have good news - on TRT's full page index, you'll see: I burned out early on when things got busy in my life. I went almost two years after chapter four before I came back in Jan 2021 and began updating every week. So it happens to everyone sometimes, me included!

There are a couple of things I learned to help prevent burnout though, little things that have helped me keep going this long:

For me one of the blocks was perfectionism. I was editing as I wrote, essentially, judging the literally unfinished product before I was done, and that was stressful and exhausting. It's a bit like moping over a cake's appearance while all the ingredients are still in the bowl. 'This doesn't look like a cake, it's going to taste terrible, why do I bother' but I haven't even baked or frosted it yet! Once I learned, truly, that it's ok to have a messy rough draft, things got easier and less stressful, and it made burnout less likely.

I like to think happy thoughts about the chapter! I think about how exciting it will be for readers to read a romantic moment, or what they'll do with clues I leave, or how they'll react to a wicked cliffhanger. I basically pump myself up for chapters when needed the same way I would when I'm going to give someone a surprise gift or cook them something.

Include in the fic tropes you want to see! It's no secret with TRT that along with the more serious plotlines and romance, it's also me exploring some of my absolute favorite tropes - cuddle for warmth, slow burn, drunken almost-kiss, the Big Declaration Of Love While Unconscious, the mad scientist, etc. I get so excited about the chance to write those tropes, and because I've outlined the plot, I know how close they are, and I try to sprinkle them through at regular intervals as a treat for myself. These are carrots for you to help prevent burnout because holy shit you want to get to the treat, you want to chase it like a cat with a laser pointer, it's right there, all you need to do is go through a few more chapters, go get it! gogogogogogogogo

This is the hard one - there are some days I'm just like ggrrrr don't want to. And whenever possible, I force myself to do it anyway. It's miserable and it sucks, each word is like pulling teeth in the beginning. But the good thing I've found is that once I pushed through it early on, I was able to build momentum, and it got easier. It was like my brain figured out, 'well she's going to make me write anyway so I may as well just get it over with.' It's very important to remember point 1 when you do this - a chapter you're struggling on will most likely feel bad or terrible, you'll be convinced no one will read it. BUT everything can be fixed in editing, and most people will have no idea you struggled with it. I've got some chapters I wrote out like that in TRT and they fit in perfectly!

Outlineeee, outline outline outline. I hate outlining but it's important for a reason - because when I'm like 'I LITERALLY DO NOT HAVE THE BRAIN CAPACITY TO PLAN THIS' I don't actually have to. Because I have the outline, the roadmap, and I've already figured out what needs to happen. All I have to do is write down what happens, and then make it pretty, the same way going by a recipe is easier than trying to come up with a new dish yourself. <3

Honestly I don't judge anyone who struggles with chapter fics, and what I've done with TRT is very unusual. I won't lie though, it teaches you TONS about writing. This is most of the stuff I've learned and use to avoid burnout!

[ashestoashesjc]

A Necromancer & His Zombie Boyfriend On A Couple's Retreat

Short Story 1/2/(3)/4/5/6/7/8/9/10

"RrRRrrrr... grrr? <Hey, uh, babe... seen my arm anywhere?>" rang Sett's voice throughout their cigar box of a house as he rummaged through closets, opened cabinets, overturned couch cushions. 

Shutting and latching the front door behind him, Ulrick began flipping through the stack of envelopes clutched in his right hand. "Huh? Oh…”

“Okay, so… don’t get mad,” Ulrick began, as meekly and guilt-tinged as one can make a shout. “But... there was this huge, I mean HUGE silverfish…” 

“GRrrr! Rrrrr. <Dude! Not cool,>” could be heard as Sett stomped his way to the foyer. 

“I know! I’m sorry! I’m weak!” moaned Ulrick. 

Sett sighed as he entered the cove and laid his single remaining hand on Ulrick’s left shoulder, the other sleeve draped flaccidly at his side. “Grrrr. <Well, yeah.>” he said. Ulrick snickered. 

“You know, having your boyfriend kill a bug for you is exceedingly normal,” Ulrick said, separating the bills from the letters that weren’t bills. There were very few that weren’t bills. “Almost conventional.” 

“Rrr. <True,>” Sett replied. “Rggrrrr. <Probably while the arm’s still attached, though.>”

“A mere quibble.” 

“Rrrrgrrr? <So, where is it now?>” Sett asked. 

“Ugh. Still getting cozy with the silverfish, I’d imagine,” Ulrick admitted, guilt creeping back into his voice. He covered his eyes with his free hand and shuddered. “In… the shower.”

Sett sucked air through his teeth in a compassion-filled cringe. 

“Yeah,” Ulrick sighed, resigned to his trauma. 

“Grrrr. <Don’t worry,>” said Sett. “Rraarr. <I got it.>” 

Ulrick slid his hand down his face with a grateful groan. “God, I love you.” Sett pulled him forward by his collar and pecked his forehead.

Continuing to sort through the mail, Ulrick came to a red envelope and, seeing it addressed to Sett, handed it over. “Looks important.”

Confusion clouded Sett’s eyes for the first few, slow moments spent undoing the envelope’s seal flap, until suddenly, a surge of realization like lightning drove him to violently tear the crimson paper away.

As he scanned the contents of the letter contained within, words failing to do his emotional state justice, Sett began to fist pump wildly, God help anyone in the flight path of his singular elbow. Ulrick looked on in entranced bewilderment.

“Was there itching powder in that envelope?” asked Ulrick.

Sett shoved the creased letter in Ulrick’s face, his manic energy not yet dissipated. Ulrick took it and held it out at arm’s length until his eyes brought the words into focus. 

“A couple’s retreat?” he wondered aloud, lowering the paper enough to peer over the top at Sett.  

“Grrgrrrr. <An all-expenses paid couple’s retreat.> Rrrrrr. <At a swanky resort.> GrrrrRr. <Complete with water skis.>”

“This is from a contest?” he asked, rotating and inspecting the sheet. “When did we enter a contest?”

“Rrggrrrr? <You know those entry slips we’re getting in the post all the time?>”

“The ones I’m always throwing away? I’m familiar.” 

“RrrRrrrrr ggrrrr. <Well, your aim could use some work, because some of them wind up in the mailbox,>” said Sett, with a shrug.

The sound that next filled the room, colored with exasperated mirth, was one Sett was used to Ulrick making, though one that never stopped bringing a flush of heat to the place where his heart used to be. 

He grabbed Ulrick by the hips and the two began to sway back and forth. “Rrrrrr. <Just imagine it,>” he purred dreamily. “GrrrRRrrrr rrrrRrrr grrr...arrrr? <Massages, rock-climbing, a luau. And… did I mention waterskiing?>”

Swaying still, Ulrick looked up with his head cocked. "I've... never heard you mention waterskiing before."

"GrrRrrrrrr. <I enjoy a lot of things I don't talk about.> Rgrrrrgrrr. <Like country music, or bad chick lit,>" Sett said before twirling and dipping Ulrick in a blur. "Rraarrrr. <I'm a multi-layered zombie.>"

Breaking clumsily away from the songless dance and squeezing the bridge of his nose, Ulrick set down the remainder of the mail on the side table by the entrance and looked his boyfriend over. “It’s totally free?”

“Grrarrr. <It’s totally free,>” confirmed Sett. 

Ulrick raised an eyebrow. “No catch?” 

“Rrr… <Well…>”

-

“And streeetch! That’s right! Streeetch!” 

At the front of Meadow Grove Resort’s famed yoga studio balanced - one foot planted on the ground, the other hooked deftly behind her neck - Chrysanthemum Smith, a remarkably limber 60-year-old instructor, urging her out-of-shape contest winning students to achieve the same feats of flexibility.   

All around Ulrick and Sett, a pretzel factory’s soon-to-be-discarded collection of heinous, gnarly undesirables had been given life in the form of sweaty middle Americans. 

That pretzels went through a less agonizing process being baked at 500 degrees was a fact Ulrick was both confident in and envious of. His legs were angled in a way he was sure he’d feel for weeks to come. 

Sett, on the other hand, had apparently been a contortionist in a past life, the way he bent himself into poses, well, a pretzel would gawk at, holding each position stoically before moving gracefully on to the next. It also helped that he couldn’t feel what would leave most tendons shredded rags.

Ulrick gave up the pursuit of dislocating his pelvis and instead went to poke Sett in the cheek. Through his mask, Sett made a chomping motion at the finger, though remained otherwise totally still. "Okay, but this kind of bites, right?" Ulrick signed. 

"A little. And not in the fun way," Sett signed back.

On a pair of blue, rubber mats to their left were two women - one in a biker's jacket and tattered, patched jeans, short red hair tied into a haphazard ponytail; the other a dark woman donning a shaved head, flower-patterned maxi dress, and combat boots - the former of whom suddenly grabbed Ulrick's attention with a nod. 

"You're telling me," she signed. 

And in an instant, they were no longer alone in the hazy, secluded sphere that made their reality.

So taken aback was he that he blurted aloud, "You sign?" 

The yoga instructor shushed him from her place at the head of the wide room, leading him to duck down sheepishly. With the forced inclusion of an overly casual air, he said more than asked, "You sign."

"Oh, yeah," the woman chuckled gruffly. "Mom's Deaf." 

Taking a sudden interest in the conversation, Sett's head swiveled to the leather jacket-clad woman. "Shit yeah!" he signed with fervor, eliciting a harsh snort from the woman. The instructor's head whipped around to glare her way, but went ignored. 

Sett's hands jumbled for a moment before he continued. "I mean, I'm sure that must have been very difficult for your family and--"

She gave a dismissive wave of the hand. "Nah, don't worry about it. She's capital 'D' Deaf. A congenital thing. Whole family's been signing forever."

Her wife - Jen, they later learned - chimed in with, "Di does it at home, too. She's taught me half the lyrics to Boys for Pele." 

"Wow!" Ulrick said with teeth-clenching enthusiasm. "That's so great! Isn't that so great, Sett?"

The mask did nothing to conceal Sett's raised, beaming features. "That's so great!" he signed. 

"I'm sorry!" bellowed the lithe yogi, shattering all delusions of serenity. "Am I boring you?" 

Several overlapping voices came to the general consensus of "Christ, yes."

One of the husbands, portly and somewhat resembling the famously affable capybara, asked, somewhat less affably, why they were being stretched into taffy when they should be outside taking one-on-one lessons with the beach volleyball instructor. He was joined by a few surly “yeah!”s. 

They were met with an unimpressed crossing of the arms. Though it should be noted Smith’s foot was still being held comfortably behind her head. 

"I would suggest, in the future, that you more closely scrutinize contest entries," Yogi Smith advised in as calm a manner as it seemed she could now manage, though with an unmistakable edge to her voice. "In order to partake in our facility’s more... physically involved activities, you’ll first need to align and cleanse your mental, emotional, and spiritual energies.”

This provoked a studio-wide groan, with the exclusion of Jen, who seemed just eager enough to cancel out the cloud of grim impatience encircling her. 

“Unless, of course,” Smith said, shifting poses to something favoring the letter ‘G’, “you’d prefer to construct your own schedules. In which case, a full price admission to Meadow Grove Resort remains available.”

She sleekly extended her right leg, pointing its foot pin-straight toward the sliding studio doors. “Don’t, as the masters of yore were wont to say, let the door hit ya.” 

When no one moved and the room went quiet enough to hear an acupuncture needle drop, Smith resumed a standing position and bowed three times to each division of the studio. “Namaste. Namaste. Namaste.” 

Chrysanthemum Smith had in no way undersold how ‘aligned and cleansed’ couple’s therapy and its airings of dirty laundry and subsequent ferocious dissolutions of decades of marriage; couple’s pottery, the same thing but with clay vases; and couple’s finger-painting, a bonding exercise in shared humiliation, would make their minds, emotions, and souls through sheer gut-rending hilarity.

Ulrick almost didn’t want to stop watching people who, hours ago, seemed all confidence and bravado, now being brought to tears by an instructor’s criticism of their macaroni art lacking ‘depth.’ 

But their confinement was over and they were free to roam the grounds as they saw fit and Sett, without even feigning to look for a map of the resort, made a beeline for the largest body of water (and the largest gathering of humans) he could sniff. Ulrick was still surprised at times by how agile Sett could be on his feet when on the hunt for blood - or recreational watersports - and struggled to keep up. 

Their long-awaited waterskiing adventure began almost as soon as they arrived at the lakeside, the instructor needing a volunteer at that instant to man the skis while he lectured another guest on the controls of the boat. At nearly a head taller than anyone else present, Sett didn’t need much more than a raised hand to stand out. 

Things were going great; Sett mounted on skis as long as he was tall, the boat revving greedily for take off. At Sett’s thumbs up, the runabout hammered off in a thunderous roar. And then, all at once, things were going wrong. 

The envisioned majesty of skimming the motionless calm of the crystal river was halted abruptly with a leaden Sett stumbling mid-lake in his skis, trying and failing to correct himself, going feet-over-head, and sinking like an anchor to the agitated silt of the riverbed below. 

Ulrick, though he jumped with concern at the first hint of a misstep, expected a brief swim back, perhaps slowed a bit - but not much - by Sett's stoney limbs. He’d been the star diver of his local swimming hole as a teen and still maintained some of the underwater dexterity, though nowadays tended to lurk the floors of bodies of water like a carnivorous bottom-feeder; eating habits included.

But then a few minutes passed, and nothing. A lifeguard and two of the more experienced swimmers among the guests plunged into the river and searched for fifteen minutes, cracking the surface now and again for a gulp of air, all to no avail. The water was too cloudy with sediment to see past a certain depth, and the orange-purples of dusk were beginning to settle in. They'd need to return in the morning with a diving team.

It'd now been forty-five minutes, and three of the resort’s other guests were consoling Ulrick, one herself on the verge of waterworks. They'd just witnessed a man - someone's significant other - torn tragically from life's teat, and in front of the man he loved, no less. 

Ulrick, for his part, was positively miffed. 

"When I get my hands on him..." Ulrick started, before one of the grievers tossed him a teary-eyed questioning look. "Er, that is... would that I could only put my hands on him... again..." he corrected. 

Just as Ulrick had begun mentally reviewing the basics of the Arts of Throttling, a movement, barely noticeable, shook the surface of the lake. Then bubbles, then the full break of the water as a head rose into view. Then the screams of onlookers as, in the fading light, a ghastly lake monster began its murderous approach. Then screams of a different kind as people began to make the connection proper. Then there was weeping, fainting, more than one declaration of faith renewed. It was a miracle!

Later, after insistences for medical attention were politely but firmly refused and the religious stragglers begging for just a smell of Sett’s waterlogged clothes were shooed away, Ulrick asked why he waited so long to resurface, to which Sett said, "GrrrrRRrr. <Well, at first I was just sort of embarrassed.> RrrrrrrGrrrRrrr? <Then I thought, "How often do these people see miracles?>"

"Oh, sure," groaned Ulrick. "A man comes out of a lake after half an hour and it's a miracle. A man comes out of a grave after a few months and it's "Grab the torches and pitchforks, everyone!""

"Rrrr. <Babe.>"

Ulrick gave a pouty grumble. "I'm just saying. One's a little more miraculous, is all." 

Sett pulled Ulrick's head into his chest and stroked his hair. "GrrrRrrrRrrr. <Shh, I know, dude, I know.>" His heavy, soaked clothes and lack of body heat didn't chill Ulrick as much as they should have, and though a fine coating of sand covering him from head to toe gritted against Ulrick's cheek, it only made Ulrick rub his face in rebelliously. 

"Okay," Ulrick said, resting his fists on Sett's chest and gazing up into his eyes. "What's the next activity? I think we’re... due-au for a luau?" The moment the words left his lips, his face collapsed into disgusted regret.

“Rgrrr... <Actually…>” Sett said, wrenching off his mask and shaking the excess water from his hair, teasing a blush out of Ulrick. “GgrrrRrrrr? <Doesn’t watching the stars by the lake sound pretty relaxing?>”

Ulrick grinned and took a seat on the shoreline, running his hands through the tufts of ryegrass stretching out in waves around him. He tapped a spot to his right and Sett, half-cocked smile in tow, came lumbering over to take it. 

Hours flurried past, changing nothing about the image of the intimately silent pair but the number of stark white pinpricks in the sky they beheld. 

They threatened to sit silently basking in each other forever. 

And then Sett said, “GRrrrrgrrr, rrgrrr, graargrr. <So, Diane and Jen gave me their number, and they want to plan an outing.>” 

Unease shot through Ulrick’s veins, but he held his tongue in search of the correct words. “O-oh?” 

“Grrr? Rrgrrrrr. <Isn’t that cool? People want to spend time with us,>” said Sett, ensorcelled with the twinkle of every new star. “Rrrrr. <With me.>”

“That might be…” began Ulrick, before noticing the glimmer in Sett’s eyes and faint lift at the corners of his mouth as he stared up towards a great unknown. He sighed. “It’s going to be great.” 

Sett rested his hand on Ulrick’s, their fingers interlocking. He smiled, and the two gazed into an ever-darkening firmament, speckled with a thousand stars and a thousand futures. 

[mystech-master]

A while ago, I made a post discussing my thoughts on Nu and Lambda, in it I also described why I personally can’t ship them, even if I also said you could do mental gymnastics to ignore the Saya clone stuff (read it to understand what I mean).

But, they aren’t the only ones to have this issue; What about Noel and Celica, two more MAIN characters who have a similar issue in their storytelling.

I will go into that now, starting with Noel (beware possibly long-ass post)

Noel is one of the main characters, and one of the most important characters in the setting (to many fan’s displeasure), so of course she is highly tied to the MC Ragna, even getting a lot of shippy moments with him. This is in spite of her being a Murakumo.

Now in my Nu and Lambda thing I said that b/c Ars Magus is weird and not an exact science and seem to be made from Saya’s soul not her DNA you could do mental gymnastics to ignore that and make the shipping okay. Could you do that with Noel? I say NO.

Not only is Noel MUCH closer to Saya (seriously put a picture of her next to young Saya from flashbacks and she looks exactly like what she’d grow up to be), but she is also apparently made from the largest chunk of her soul.

The games seem to go along this thought process with her:

Noel is a Murakumo -> Noel is not human -> Noel is a weapon -> cue angst

but the fans have the thought process of

Noel is a Murakumo -> Murakumo Units are clones of Saya -> Saya is Ragna’s sister -> Murakumo Units are clones of Ragna’s sister -> they are Ragna’s sisters.

This gets even more stupid once Izanami comes in and we learn SHE is Saya, not Noel (her being an amnesiac Saya would’ve made things much easier), because then it is like “See, Noel isn’t Saya, THAT’S Saya!”. Also Blazblue has a while thing about roles, like Ragna has ONE little brother and ONE little sister: Jin and Saya, respectively. But fans say he can have multiple little sisters but the story doesn’t because “roles” or whatever (using the weird stage terms that Rachel and Amane use).

Like, here is an idea I had for CS’ plot with more emphasis on Noel actually being Saya rather than just a clone/copy, or at least more focus on her connection with Ragna to HAVE that sibling instead of just taking the “I am not human” thing from the Murakumo:

They escape from the Cauldron at the end of CT, and Ragna now gets a god look at her, maybe he does think that this IS Saya, and you can have a bit of an emotional scene here, but Noel runs off b/c A. she is still shy girl and a MAN is so close to her, and B. this is still the SS-Class Criminal Ragna the Bloodedge. A bit of angst there because Ragna supposedly thought something horrible happened to Saya (based on a flashback in CF with Jubei).

Much, MUCH later, he can meet up with Noel again, before she is kidnapped by Terumi for the final act of being the Godslayer, maybe with Makoto there. This is where they can actually talk and bond for a bit so Ragna has an actual reason to go running off an saving her. This is where Ragna can explain his little sister to the two, maybe thinking that he got Noel confused for Saya since she looks just like her.

But, then they start piecing together everything. Noel has weird memories of Ragna, and she has amnesia from before the destruction of Ibukido after the Ikaruga Civil War. SO, what if Noel IS just an Amnesiac Saya who has trauma induced amnesia from the Ibukido stuff? This is great for Noel because all this time she might also be worried about her humanity after the shit with Nu in CT’s true ending, and maybe a cryptic line from Terumi/Hazama, but now with this information, she reaffirms that she is HUMAN, she has a family (imagine the reaction when she learns that major dickbag Kisaragi is her big brother). We could then maybe cut back to someone watching them cryptically commentating, and when we cut back Noel is in the middle of telling Ragna, her newly re-discovered big brother, about what she’s been up to, her adoptive family and her time at the Military Academy. Maybe here we could also have a gag reel where, like a later one where they try and help Celica improve her sense of direction, Ragna and Noel cook something. We get some fun-sibling time and get to see Ragna’s cooking hobby in semi-canon action. He’d call her Saya, but everyone else calls her Noel since that’s what they know her as (think of it similar to how Vegeta calls Goku by his Sayan name “Kakarot” while everyone else just calls him his Earth name).

THEN we have Terumi come in and kidnap her.

Rachel stops Ragna from running after them for cryptic warning BS, then the fight with Jin, then the fight with Terumi, etc. everything happens the same from there. Only it isn’t some random stranger who Ragna all of a sudden is risking his life for, this is the little sister he lost so long ago.

Then comes the shit with Izanami. One idea that  had was that Noel IS still a Murakumo AND Saya, but she is Saya’s good half fragmented off when Izanami was made. Izanami is one part the Origin’s Drive and one part Saya’s Darkness. So Noel breaking off from Saya is kind of like M.Bison from Street Fighter removing all the good from his soul to use Psycho Power, resulting in Rose.

Then in CP, we can have an extra layer of conflict because Noel is trying to save Tsubaki, who points out that she is affiliated with a wanted criminal, Ragna the Bloodedge. Remember, Noel just wants to be a normal girl with a normal life. She already has the issue of her humanity with being a Murakumo, but then you have the more societal BS of being related to a super criminal. She cannot be “normal girl“ Noel Vermilion, AND friends with Ragna the Bloodedge, SS-Class Criminal at the same time.

Tell me that wouldn’t all be a really good alternative.

Also being able to refer to the three MCs as “The Siblings” is just so much easier.

and then we got Celica A. Mercury.

she flops back and forth between, Ragna’s mom, and Ragna’s love interest.

Celica A. Mercury in Blazblue Chronophantasma, is well, a Chronophantasma. A copy of someone who isn’t supposed to be alive in the current timeline. Specifically, Celica is the younger sister of the Great Sage Nine, one of the Six Heroes who defeated the Black Beast 100 years before the setting of the games. the ORIGINAL Celica, after the Six Heroes were almost wiped out by Terumi, proceeded to become a nun/sister in a church built over the remains of the Black Beast’s corpse, as she has a unique Order power to nullify seithr. With her healing magic keeping her young and healthy she lived there alone until Jubei brought the three siblings, Ragna Jin and Saya, to be under her care for an undisclosed amount of time. This is where people get her being Ragna’s mom, even thought nuns/sisters are more just general caretakers instead of parents, but she is still a female maternal figure who looked after Ragna so you can see where people get that.

But then you get “teen” Celica, the one the games show in the story. She is from the Dark War, where she actually met Ragna first. Ragna was sent back in time, with Amnesia, to fill the role of the unsung 7th Hero “Bloodedge” and stop the Black Beast for a year allowing Nine to arm humanity with Ars Magus. Celica apparently fell in love with him because she is very affectionate and familiar with Ragna once she is brought to the future as a Chronophantasma.

The story really does ping pong between her being very motherly, specifically her scolding Ragna and Jin for fighting in CP, and just being a naive child, see her complaining when people get on her case about her awful sense of direction. But it is really hard because the image of the sister seems to flash over her, which the other characters seem to notice, but much like Noel and Saya, no one in the story EVER seems to connect the dots and have that change the relationship between them.

Now I personally don’t like the ship because she is a naive child in a woman’s body, with the stupid no sense of direction gag, to her scolding Ragna and Jin as if they were Natsu and Gray from Fairy Tail who are just fighting for some dick measuring contest when we all KNOW the actual reason is more complicated but the story just seems to abandon that and GGRRRR!!!

But, looking at Celica, really you can;t do the whole “Schrodinger’s Relationship” thing like they’re doing with Saya and Noel and the Murakumos. They need to COMMIT, to a role.

If Celica is Ragna’s MOM, no ifs and or buts, then 1. They need to make her less of a cutesy child. and 2. Maybe age up her design, Litchi has the design vibe of someone who is “older” than the cast, maybe something similar to that. Just imagine another angsty scene of Ragna meeting this woman who has the same face as the Sister who raised him who he KNOWS 100% is dead, so no mistaken identity shit like I already suggested with Saya/Noel, and her looking at him with her face is just MOCKING him, especially since his first two meetings with her in CP are after he gets his ass kicked (once after he is sent back in time after Nu kicking his butt, and once after Kagura knocks him out and arrests him). Also you’d have to undo ALL ship teasing in Phase Shift, or just use one of my friend’s ideas and just have Ragna be a reincarnation of Bloodedge instead of going back in time.

If you want Celica to be the cute girl love interest, and this is the option I feel most people would want either b/c shipping or the cute girl waifu factor that Japan likes (I base some of m reasoning based on “could this be made”, then you’d have to undo all connections between Celica and the Sister. My simple idea was instead of Celica living all those years she dies there, but Nine also had a bunch of other caretakers go with her to help take care of the church. I mean Nine is one of the Great Sages AND a member of the Six Heroes you’re telling em she wouldn’t use some of tat fame and authority to make sure his little sister is safe when she is all alone out there. Seems almost out of character with how fiercely protective Nine was of Celica. Of course this all means that the Sister that raises Ragna and the siblings is less important as she is just a nameless backstory character in a similar vein to Noel’s adoptive Parents, but is is a much easier thing to do than the previous option.

Either of those two options are good IMO, but I still think Celica needs to grow up a bit and release how much everyone around her is an asshole before I can fully ship her and Ragna.

So, what do you guys think? Noel being fully Ragna’s sister leading to much more interesting plot stuff, and Celica committing to either the cute girl love interest or mom role. I feel lkike my ideas are good, but what d you guys think?

[imagines-forthe-soul]

Getting walked in on during sex

Okay, so this is one of the asks I couldn’t find on my blog anymore for some reason, so I’m posting it again so I can add it to the master list

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Takehito Himura (Muscular):

You think this man would stop all because someone has walked in on him? Think again. This man would not stop fucking you even if the apocalypse was going on outside.

He’d would have on right on your hands and knees, ass high up in the air for him and your hands behind your back, his favorite position to be balls deep in you, pounding away at your aching cunt without a care in the world. His hips would slap into yours at a for sure crippling force, his hand coming down upon your ass with just as much force as you moan and cry out his name, tears streaming down your face and staining the bedsheets below you.

Just as he feels himself really getting in the groove of things, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, pulling him deeper into you, one of overhauls little minions would come through the door, requesting Muculars presence for a meeting or other, but his words would lodge in his throat as he witnesses the scene before him.

To anyone else outside of your relationship (especially your sex life) it would look like Muscular was mauling you and it was quite the sight to see, not out of curiosity but out of pure fear and terror because how can someone so big fit into someone so small?

You would be ready and more than willing to stop what you were doing to save your further embarrassment over having someone walk in on you being dicked down by the large villain, but Muscular wouldn’t let you go.

Nope. Instead he would keep going, his thrusting into you at an every wilder pace now, making your body move and jerk along with each snap of his hips, all the while staring at the minion that had just walked in on you both, an wretched grin on his face.

“You gunna keep staring or are you going to fuck off? Tell Overhaul I said I’m too busy fucking to go to his stupid meeting. Now scram before you get what this little slut is getting.” He would threaten the minion, sending him off running through the door and back to wherever he had come from.

Muscular would laugh in amusement, his hips still not having stopped since being interrupted. He’d look down to see how you were doing, only to be met with a strain frown aimed at him, though it’d do nothing than make his smile widen. “Wipe that Look off your face. You know you liked it, you little slut. Maybe I should go to that meeting and take you with me, still shopping wet and dripping on my cock, eh?”

Kendou Rappa:

I think he’d care less about someone walking in on you two having sex, but what he doesn’t want is someone seeing you in all your glory. He’s a pretty possessive guy when it comes to you. I’d go as far as to say that he feels ownership over you and he doesn’t want over people seeing or touching what is his. However, Rappa is a bit careless and usually puts himself into pretty… bad situations.

For example, he would probably be somewhere public with you like in the league coffee room (cuz they totally have one of those). You’d be laid out on the counter, stomach flat against the cold rock beneath you due to your extreme lack of clothes. Your ass would be smacked cherry red and three of Rappa’s thick fingers would be plunged deep in your pussy. He would listen as you moan his name time and time again, begging him for more and he would be so ready to give you more, already naked and cock twitching in anticipation to take over the role his fingers were playing inside you now.

But then someone would come through the room door and instantly his fingers would slip out of you, his clothes flying over you to cover yourself up as he stands in front of you protectively, fists and cock at the ready.

However, when he just sees that it’s Hekiji, Rappa will simply place his hands on his hips and tilt his head at his ‘friend’. Hekiji would stare wide eyed at Rappa for a few beats, the realization of what he just walked in on finally dawning on him before he sighs deeply and shakes his head in mild disgust.

“What’s up, Hekiji-chan? Need a drink or something?” Rappa would be all too casual whilst taking to him, as if he hadn’t just had his fingers knuckle deep inside you or was standing completely naked and completely had in front of someone else.

“First of all, do not call me that. Second of all, this is the coffee room, not your personal quarters. Be glad it was me and not Overhaul himself who had caught you here.” Was all he would say before promptly leaving the room.

Rappa would just shrug him off and turn to you, three fingers in his mouth —the same fingers he has been fuckig you with— and a smile on his face. “That guy is a riot. Now let’s get back to our fun before someone else comes and tries to ruin it. My dick has been aching to get up inside you and I’m not about to stop now.”

Jin Bubaigawara:

Having sex with Jin is always a sensual and enjoyable time. His touches are so gentle and his voice is so tender and soft. He just wants to feel you in the best possible ways and make the cutest of noises come out of that cute mouth of yours at any given time when making love to you.

He’d have you on your back, him on top of you and cock sheathed deep inside your hot pussy. One of his arms would be around you, holding you close to him as the other hold him up to help steady him as he thrusts slowly into you, each thrust reaching deep within you and hitting all of the spots that make you see stars. It felt as though nothing could ruin this moment, everything feeling right and beautiful and light.

But then I’m comes Dabi followed by a high pitched scream from Jin as he fumbles to cover you up.

Dabi would have his hand on the doorknob, back rigid as he looks at you both from where he stood under the door frame. His mouth would be set in a tight line, his eyes looking as lazy and uninterested as ever as Jin continued to make sure that you’re properly covered up.

“What’s the matter with you? Don’t you know how to knock?!!... ggrrrr, come join us will ya! You can fuck me! Shut up!” He would be arguing with himself and with Dabi and just be a complete mess trying to make sure that you were okay, completely disgusting himself and his own lack of clothes.

It would take you sitting up and bringing him into your arms to finally get him to calm down and keep quiet, letting your hand gently stroke odd shapes and letters into his back to soothe him.

“... Shigaraki wants that report on the hero you took down… just get it to him before he pops a blood vessel.” Was all Dabi would say before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.

You would just sigh, holding Jin tight and he groans and shakes slightly in your arms. You’d eventually have to get him his mask to help him compose himself, giving him light kisses here and there before being wrapped up in his arms.

“Dabi is such a jerk, interrupting us like that. We can continue later, alright? Let’s fuck now and then keep fucking until next week!”

Wanna see some other shit I’ve written?

[sugarcherriess]

i would argue changmin could be demon line too if he wanted to.. that man on stage…… lord. another annoying hyunjae gift though <3 why do you do this to yourself blink twice if you need help 🎁 and if you adopt him. please can i marry your son ❤️❤️❤️ 🐶

We do not speak of demon changmin if we want user sugarcherriess to live and see another day

GGRRRR WHY IS HE NAKED HES A WHORE. IM BLINKING RAPIDLY PUP GET ME OUT OF HERE AHEKMCLCLEOEK

YES you can adopt my son. Ivealready adopted sunwoo and made user noempathyy my daughter in law, we will be one happy family 😋😋😋😋

[the-firebird69]

no i did not partake no water drinking...and yes the tree is in LA the top though this section, Shutter Island, your mental health org lol ahhahaha fun.  analyze that rd ok..shutup. ok. shut it. lolahhahaahah mob talk this is funno hell ok hell he is hell.andt his grandpa knew well grandaddy..he is very powerful there the mind a tough one.  precluded and i was super strong was with her shared blood no.but mb venom from her mouth...she said she smelled it and could..and he was fine.  and she said he needed  a doctor..and thn i can bear venom...and oh your ok we are the marks..and oh...i get ready and sheleft found critters ate up...and he laughed showed her she thought...and then Firebird and ok i know...one day she will be yours she the car and she understood...and then this..why i will need to fur u s...and good and only the first time no but ok... so it may hv been from her mouth.and the cigs trigger the rpoduction. and she didnt know he was strong eh whole time very strong at others..and it takes stamina to overcome it. was sick form hmc no not it well yes a side affectovercame it yes. Zues and we sell tons of cigerettes most men die from it..and we are not onboard when we administer it tons of ppl think we women are it is a team and we hit tuns with one. like the airplane but muich worse she is psoessed and partially in control.  consciuoos slwo and not so switf needed them out. and this. w e see you there you a re superhuman and no  bu tok how and diet strength poison taht ghwb administreredand know how and stepped up and my ppl do now. and steady and other. and we see it...and to keep clean too of regular bugs. and up in nh to kill the germ. and then this.  anyting elseno nope.  only bugs.  smallones and insects etc.  adn lots died bu tnot werent in me. tried.  died.   but Jennifer lol she was the oneshe was on top and quite a body...yup.  sand was sinking in  yup up and down and th tent fell nd i yelled ggrrrr r could feel it needed it it was love you see and is... Hera Zues

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZ_kez7WVUU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUjZHFNMlOM

im cute and all and yes im this woman and in some scenes only.  and you cant tell cant you caa nope and we saw it..well. she would say it and can do that not inside and all of it could be.  and we saw you say it. then them oh well um. and then this, for years find them now.. and really not surprising.

Hera 

and yeh. you need this so badly and your all so arrogant. they live with you walk with you talk and see your stuff are there. and you dont know it.  and yeh Jennifer is around...saw me lift it. needs the fame she says wll be in ft meyers in disgusie and yeh left killed them in the barn.  

Zues

did so

Hera aka Jennifer

[gwynne-fics]

wei50-blog replied to your post “wei50-blog replied to your post “A Hot Mess – Ye-Sol and Myung-Soo...”

Thanks for the info on mates (true and not)! (Haha! Love the idea of wolf scholars!) The transfer of healing magic… Myung-Soo is not human, wolf in all ways except having one inside…. hmm!!! Yes! Finally we will find out What Happened!!! Wonder if their coupling plans will be affected by upcoming revelation?

This will definitely change things >.>

Hm, even if wolf Ye-Sol doesn’t know about the mark, she still feels bound by it? Also, wolf is not always present, even in the background? (bc wolf not aware when human voice put mark on Myung-Soo)

It’s not that the wolf wasn’t there, because that night was very intense and required her wolf, it’s just that because the human voice left, everything is scrambled. And in a way, her wolf doesn’t understand why it’s a problem so she isn’t thinking about it. Sometimes highly emotional states won’t transfer short term memory into long term memory and that’s basically what happened.

What a neat concept! A pack that is perfectly in harmony! The Alpha, his mate, and Second (female or male?) in an ot3 relationship like in Avoid or in (pre) Dark Horse? Also, wolves have a problem in planes? Feel trapped and claustrophobic? Haha sticking her head out the window!!! Is this the first time that Bo-Na has left the resort for any significant period of time?

So, the leadership of this pack is a true OT3, all members are together. The Alpha (also Ji-Hyuk’s father) is both with his female human mate and his wolf male Second, and the human lady is with both werewolf men. So like pre-Dark Horse ^^;

Wolves don’t like confined spaces and plans are a flying metal death tube. Their senses allow them to feel all of that. I also like giving the wolves traits that they share with dogs, foot jiggling with belly scratches, happy rumblings, and head out car the window >.>

Bo-Na left the resort to attend a university in Seoul to get a marketing degree. She was gone for four years and that’s when she met Eun-Sang ^^;

Don’t know if I’ve said so before, but really love this AHM version of Chan-Young! Patience and self control beyond his years. Wants to fight for her, but wisdom to realizes that would not work. Frustration as Bo-Na continues to choose the safe by staying in her pain. Knowledge that happiness together is possible. Hope for a solution as he actively seeks out answers for himself and for her.

\o/ I’m glad that’s coming through. I needed him to have an older soul since his wolf remembers being human. (Even though his wolf is all, let’s just get her to bang us and work it out from there ^^;;)

Hope that our ChanBo will be able to get some answers in Jeju, and Bo-Na will be able to reach a point of peace within herself. Can see her struggle to change patterns of thought that she followed for dozens of years… not an easy task to overcome that much negativity. It is good that Chan-Young has not reached 25 quite yet. Best would be for them to start their mating as full adults, (even if she is getting turned on!) both having resolved their previous relationship.

Bo-Na definitely need to stop mourning the previous Chan-Young. He hopes that by bringing her to Jeju she will be able to do that. And Bo-Na does know, that despite his memories, Chan-Young is not an adult yet. He will get there and she will wait for him to arrive.

Glad Bo-Na is making progress with her wolf, even though she still thinks of her as bad. At least having some back and forth conversations now. Wolf may be a simpler entity, but sometimes wisdom is simple. Probably good, though, not to extend the time with Chan-Young, since he is not 25 yet, and her wolf seems to be able to take charge of their body unexpectedly! Huh, since ChanBo will now be a wolf/ wolf mating, coupling will be new and a good different!

Baby steps!

Sad that Bo-Na shut out her wolf, who went through everything with her, because her wolf would have best been able to understand and help. Key to Bo-Na allowing herself to be with Chan-Young is going to be reconciling with her wolf. Hating her wolf is hating herself. She needed to blame someone (ggrrrr.. elders!!!) and her wolf was the easiest one to take that role. She needs to stop punishing herself with her wolf and reunite and resolve with her instead.

;_; They needed to mourn together but Bo-Na didn’t let that happen because of the horrible things the Elders said to her. It didn’t help that the bulk of her mourning happened with a False Alpha.

But she’s finally starting to heal!