#but keeps ending up helping her since (unlike her) he is able to communicate with ghosts

[cloudbitch]

Busy redrawing/redesigning my old ocs i made when i was 14. Trying to keep them edgy like past me intented

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Nonhuman AU Trey

Ironically this baker is a type of cinnamon bear, but you wouldn't be able to tell since like his siblings he inherited his dad's green fur, though he is a lighter shade. It's more obvious if you take a look at his mother.

Said siblings climb around on everything, including Trey himself. He likes swinging them around when they hang onto his strong arms and... would be willing to do the same for you if asked.

He’s taller and has more muscle than his human counterpart, but also a bit more squish. Has some very thick dark claws, and human hands with some dark padding on the palm and fingertips. He has a little tail that isn't that noticeable given its size. Sharp teeth and noticeable canines.

Very interested in your little dull human teeth and small mouth.

Fur is fluffy and he has a lot of it. Arms, legs chest, underarms, floof happy trail, above his tail and the same shade of green as his hair. Now bear fur texture is shaggy and thick, but unlike regular bears whose fur is rough, dirty looking, and stiff due to dirt, leaves, tree sap, and old food, Trey takes very good care of his fur so it's great for burying your face in. Similar to other beasts he can and will use it to lure you in for cuddles and to give him scritches.

Like dogs, bears lose some of their soft, dense insulating underfur as well as some of their coarse outer guard hairs when temperatures climb. By late summer, they can look quite scruffy. However, as the weather cools and they layer on fat for hibernation, their underfur and guard hairs grow back. He is very not pleased when his fur gets scruffy in those hot months and how much he ends up shedding. Don’t worry, it won’t get in the goodies he bakes, in a world full of magic where the majority of the population are types of fur-having beasts, they know how to make sure everything stays sanitary. 

He very much appreciates you helping with brushing him out and unlike certain other guys, isn't a tsundere about asking, of course, he offers something yummy in return and will insist even if you say you're just fine with helping him out. It's totally because he just wants to pay you back and not because he wants to show off how good his baking skills are and how he can keep you fed.

Tbh even before you start dating you might end up gaining a pound or two because of him.

He’s too domesticated to hibernate but isn't opposed to taking naps when he can and can sleep pretty hard...unfortunately certain members of his dorm like to cause trouble and he ends up getting disturbed often.

Poor tired bear waking up all of a sudden and fur a mess because AceDeuce broke something and now Riddle is screaming.

The guy likes puns and dad jokes so if you think he isn't going to make any bear ones you're wrong.

Bear hugs. Human Trey already gives those warm comforting hugs, but bear beastman Trey? You will never feel more warm and secure in a hug. He smells like baked goods and has a comforting underlying musk. Loves how big and protective holding you makes him feel, you can't see it with your face smooched into his chest, but he has a very self-satisfied look on his face if you say anything about feeling safe with him.

Please scratch his back for him, his fur is thick, and it's hard to reach. You might even catch him doing this when he thinks no one is looking. He makes funny noises when you find a good spot. Is perfectly fine lying down with you sitting on his back and going to town on him with those nibble little monkey hands.

Speaking of noises, bears make a lot of them, and I don't just mean the growls they're known for.

Grunts are often used by mother bears to communicate with their cubs and can signal to cubs to climb trees for safety or to follow her. Now unlike regular male bears, bear beastmen are involved with their kids and do the same thing. Though admittedly Trey has a habit of doing this with you and his siblings when something goes down, though he doesn't expect you to climb up a tree, just get behind him. Though he can easily get you up there himself if need be.

Huffing is a warning to get away, teeth clicking is a warning but also a fear/stress response, and similar to humans, bears whimper when they are in distress or fear. It’s a sound that indicates submission or vulnerability. Hmm getting him to whimper because of submission though...

Adorably they snort when surprised or experiencing mild alarm but also when investigating a new scent or object. It makes me want to try sneaking up on him so he does it but I'm sure those adorable ears would hear me before I have the chance.

But also...Trey unintentionally does it the first time he gives the cute new human some sniff sniffs.

Bear mating strategies vary by species/breeds, with some relying on scent-marking and vocalizations to attract mates, while others engage in physical displays of strength and dominance. Male bears may engage in fierce battles with rivals for the opportunity to mate with a female.

Trey isn't the type to act outright aggressively but he's not against using his stature to intimidate and to be a sneak to get between you and the other guys. He's good at always finding an excuse. Needs you for taste testing, being his little helper for baking, or helping with the mountain of tasks he has on his plate as Riddles right pawed man.

Female bears are pretty selective with mates, size, and strength are two big parts of attraction for them, so he's going to keep finding ways to show off his strength and draw attention to how much bigger he is than you. Catch this guy carrying around huge sacks of flour like it's nothing and playfully teasing you when you try and fail to lift a bag.

...Trey really likes teasing you. Oh, the feelings it gives him when you look up at him all flustered or even all huffy from his comments. He can't help but want to see how far he can take it, but he needs to keep a level head. Can get pretty horny grip about it though.

Regular bears follow females to assess their receptiveness, regularly sniffing areas where the female has sat and the female herself when possible. Couples often play and rest together during courtship. They also engage in various pre-mating rituals, such as nuzzling, and pawing at each other. 

...no, he isn't going to sniff your seat like some weirdo. I mean, yeah, giving some sniff sniffs is acceptable in this society but not to that extent. He gonna sniff the hoodie you borrowed tho. You're totally going to get sniffed during hugs or when he's looming. He gets growly when his trailing after you/interactions gets interrupted, especially when the territorial part of his brain kicks in and certain other guys are nearby.

Oh, he has so much fun playfully chasing you around. Especially when he catches you, wrapping his arms around you before lifting you into the air...maybe giving your shoulder a little nibble if he's feeling extra playful. Don't worry, he knows how to be gentle with his teeth.

Don't expect to outrun him though, a bear can run 35mp and catch a horse.

The guy is great for napping and resting on and will encourage you to do so. He's going to want to turn your room in Ramshackle into a proper den for you two to rest and be away from the others.

Bear mating and junk info below. ⬇️

Mating season begins in May and lasts until early July. Mating mainly occurs during June.

Brown bears, American black bears, Asiatic black bears, sloth bears, giant pandas, polar bears, and spectacled bears all generally breed between spring and early summer.

A male bear recognizes an estrous female by her scent. He then walks behind her, shadowing her movements like he has a laser sight affixed to her rump. It’s certainly not uncommon to see a male following a female for hours and hours, he is biding his time until she's willing. Now I'm not saying he's going to stalk you but he's sure as hell going to want to stick close, especially if you have a mating scent...and pay a lot of attention to your butt. God, forbid you sit on his lap or bend over in front of him. As much as he enjoys the view, he's going to make sure to block it from others, just another reason for wanting to stick close to your back.

Male testosterone levels peak, not coincidentally, in June as well so he's definitely going to start getting some of that strong musk during that time.

Outside of the mating season, male bears pose real threats to smaller females (sometimes, albeit very rarely, killing them) so the close, persistent proximity of a large male is usually alarming at first. Eventually, hormones and habituation to the male overcome her initial trepidation.

With the bear beastmen females/the one the male is interested in don't need to worry as much about that, but Trey is def going to do a lot to show you that he's safe for you to be around and that you can be comfortable around him, he's very good at it too.

Alright so...bears have a penis bone, along with certain primates, rodents, shrews, hedgehogs, dogs, walruses, seals, sea lions, and raccoons.

It allows him to stay hard for longer, though with regular bears the actual mating process is typically brief, lasting only a few minutes, but can occur multiple times over a few hours or several days.

After mating some males have been shown to make intense tongue-clicking vocalizations and prevent the female from leaving, perhaps to give his sperm time to fertilize her eggs before she met another male. I'm picturing Trey getting pretty clingy after sex and using his great aftercare and cuddle skills to keep you from leaving and making that noise when you try to get up to use the bathroom.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

im gonna be honest, I keep rereading pt 3 and 4 of the slasher handler and fantasising about how incredibly sexy it would be if kyle acquired a handler of his own by accident or on purpose and he finally understands simon's obsession now 😵‍💫

Slasher Handler Masterlist

Kyle and Simon aren't friends, per se. They only met through Johnny, because Johnny is sloppy and impulsive and never knows how to clean up his own messes. It's offensive to Kyle's meticulous nature and, apparently, appeals to Simon's need for a pet.

Since Johnny's been serving time for the last nine months, with nine months to go (sloppy work, he's lucky Kyle was able to clean things up), Simon's gone to ground. Every now and then, news of his work pops up. Once, one of the victims had ended up at the hospital Kyle works at.

"The Ghost Killer strikes again! Ah...! Run...!" Kyle had muttered to himself, taking the unconscious young man's rapidly fading vitals. They'd found him in an abandoned building, an old hospital well outside of Simon's usual territory. Which means something has changed.

That evening, sipping a beer, he'd called Price on his burner.

"What can I do for you, Kyle?"

"Just letting you know that your dog is out of the yard. The big one, not the terrier," Kyle answers with a smile. "He left behind a bit of a mess, but there was only one little rabbit left suffering. I handled it."

Price had hummed on the other end. "I saw the news. 'S not like him. I'll check in." And then he'd hung up.

Months later, and Kyle finally has an answer when he catches Simon trailing behind a woman not once but three times. He's surprised to see her face, an old classmate and the justification for his second ever human kill. He's almost sad to know that she's been marked for death. When he hears about the Ski Lodge massacre and the Ghost copycat, he has a drink in her honor.

So it's a surprise when she reaches out to him online and asks to meet.

She's frazzled and wild-eyed when she sits in the chair across from him. She's also wearing one of Simon's beanies. And when she reveals what Simon's been up to, he can't help but laugh.

Simon - the weird, off-putting, murderous Ghost - has somehow managed to find the one person in the world who devotes herself to a project more than him. The Final Girl Girlfriend.

They're both doomed.

Kyle begins the painstaking process of reviewing his daily journals for mentions of Simon and their shared connections. It's very unlikely that Simon would be caught alive, and even more unlikely that he'd say anything about Kyle or Johnny or Price. But unlikely isn't impossible, so it's important to start getting his stories straight now.

Reviewing, flagging, and annotating his journals from his initial meeting with Johnny to now takes a month and three days. It's always an interesting process, looking at his life with the advantage of hindsight. There's always a new fascinating pattern to examine. For example, that first summer, he'd meet with Johnny every other week, and two and six days later, he'd gradually step up a patient's blood thinners.

Another pattern that's emerged is that he hasn't dated anyone for more than 35 days in the last three years. That's about as long as it takes for his exacting nature to become... a conflict. It's not much of a problem. He's a nurse, he works long hours. He's got a gym routine and volunteers at the local pet rescue once a week. He's a part of the community, so he doesn't stick out as a loner. But he's also solidly at a point in his life where someone would expect him to have a partner.

He makes an online dating profile. It takes a week for him to delete the app.

"Darlene," he greets the head nurse with a smile and her favorite coffee at the beginning of his next shift. "How are you today?"

"Kyle." As always, she barely glances at him, just holds out her hand for her drink. "You're early. What do you want?"

She's right, he's thirty minutes early. He grins. "You wound me. Can't I just want to know how a beautiful woman is doing?"

Darlene gives him a blank look over the top of her bifocals. "Save it for the maternity ward, Garrick. What do you want?"

"Just wanna know the lay of the land," he says, coming around the desk and taking the seat next to her. He likes Darlene because she only expects him to be coy for a short time. "Been on the apps, trying to date. But my hours make things difficult. You know everybody's business. How is anyone in a relationship around here?"

"The surgeons are all on meth, the rest of the doctors are on coke, and the nurses are either fucking each other or their high school sweethearts," Darlene says, dry as a desert. "You know this already. What do you actually want?"

"That's it," he says with a shrug. "Just want to know who's not seeing anyone, or if you know of someone at another campus with the time."

She takes a sip of her coffee and thinks for a moment. "Stay off the psych and plastics floors. Maternity floor's about to get a whole new batch since all of those idiots got pregnant within three months of each other. But there's something in the water up there, so unless you also want a baby, I'd say leave them alone."

"James is on the maternity floor," Kyle points out.

"James cheated on his boyfriend and his side piece with another nurse," Darlene points out, settling into her coffee and gossip. "Which is another reason to stay away from plastics, but also trauma and rads. I didn't know you were bisexual."

"Doesn't come up much," Kyle dismisses, sipping his own coffee.

By the time Kyle has to clock in, they've explored the pros and cons of almost every department. The prospects are pretty grim. Maybe being single isn't the worst thing in the world.

He makes a point of spending time with the other nurses for the next month. He goes out for drinks and karaoke, attends a couple of baby showers. Lets on to a couple of gossips that he's looking, tells another that he's not sure he has time to date. Enjoys the conclusion of a project when a racist old bastard finally has the heart attack he can't bounce back from.

And then the nurse coroner flags the death for investigation.

Kyle doesn't panic because technically all deaths in the hospital are investigated. But he is intrigued. His own notes show that the patient's condition was well within the expected parameters of recovery and relapse. His medications were administered appropriately while Kyle was on shift, and the hydrogen peroxide added to his IV would have been nigh undetectable.

In the end, the hospital is not determined to be at fault for the death, and that's all that administration cares about. But the cause of death is changed from heart attack to embolism in the record, and that is intriguing.

"Knock knock," Kyle says, poking his head into the office area of the morgue. He expects to see Dennis, the older gentleman running the morgue unit, who waves back at him. He doesn't expect the new face, sitting across the desk from him.

"Good morning, Kyle," Dennis greets, waving him in. "Been a bit since you've come to see us. Care for some tea?"

"Can't," Kyle says, apologetically. "Just dropping someone off."

"Well, at least let me introduce our new nurse!"

The new nurse gives him a no-nonsense handshake and a nod. They don't say much beyond their name, and Kyle is pleased to put a face to the name on the investigation into his last project. He wasn't exaggerating when he said he couldn't stay long, so he says his goodbyes.

But when his next completed project is flagged for investigation again, he decides that maybe it's time to take an interest.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hello!! I hope you are doing well

this is more of an ask than a request but given their occupations in the modern au it seems unlikely that the M6 would meet each other, but how do you think the M6 would meet??

whether it was during childhood or as adults

this just seems like a fun little drabble/hc, ofc if you're not up to writing it that's perfectly ok/g 🥳🥳

Phew, this ran away with me, but here's a modern pre-prologue setup for you anon friend!

Julian and Portia are siblings, of course, who lost touch when he went off to college and med school for that student debt life (and stayed out of touch because Portia resented him getting the opportunity when she's still struggling to pursue her education). They've since gotten back in touch and Julian is being allowed to help with the application process.

Nadia and Lucio met in the back of one of his nightclubs because she was the highest paying VIP member and he recognized her family name and figured he'd do some networking. It quickly devolved into drunken complaints about parental pressures and expectations and led to the infamous Vegas drive-thru wedding we've all heard about. Nadia stuck it out because she wanted to stick it to her family and needed space to build her own legacy as the city's mayor (backed by Lucio's network), and while it wasn't ideal it worked because she lived at her office and he let off steam with one of his business partners (Valerius).

Their marriage ended on paper when Lucio faked his own death in an arson case because his tax evasion was catching up with him.

Asra and Muriel grew up in the foster system together, Asra's parents having gone missing when they were a child and Muriel being an orphan. They attended the same highschool as MC, whose aunt would often open the back room of her shop to them when they needed to study together (or just a safe space). When they aged out, Asra was able to access his inheritance and used it to buy a piece of land with a crumbling old house on it that Muriel found for the two of them to work with.

They started out working evening/night shifts at clubs together, Muriel as a bouncer and Asra at tables, while Muriel put himself through community college on a scholarship for biochemistry and environmental science. Asra eventually achieved underground success as a DJ, and after getting his degree, Muriel moved to working full-time on their property to transform it into sustainable living research.

Asra started doing magic shows at kid's parties as a favor for a friend, and found that the pay was better than expected and the event was plenty of fun. Now they DJ and magic on their own schedule and rent a studio apartment in the city to save themself the commute.

The property Muriel works from is still owned by both of them, and between the royalties from Asra's mixes, the rapidly accumulated value of the compound Muriel's built, and Muriel's ongoing research, the two of them live comfortably at their own paces. They both keep in touch with MC, though Muriel much less frequently so because he's so hard to reach. Asra's highschool crush on them never disappeared and he often uses his unusual schedule to avoid them for a month or two, because he's in denial about it being more than a crush and he's terrified of losing half of the closest thing he has to family.

Asra and Julian knew of each other from kid's parties they both attended (Asra as the magic show, and Julian as the pediatrician who the kid considers a dear friend), but officially met when Nadia hired both of them after Lucio's arson and fake death stunt. She needed to investigate the circumstances of Lucio's death, which needed Asra as an inside informant on general behaviors in the club and Julian's opinion as an expert in crime-related injuries from his previous stint in forensic medicine. Julian developed a habit of stopping by for drinks after a long shift and the two had a brief friends-with-benefits situationship while the investigation was ongoing. They ghosted each other to focus on their personal lives when it wrapped up, and Nadia (who had become a dear mutual friend) was too busy juggling being mayor and managing Lucio's business to keep in touch.

During the last week of the investigation, an abandoned warehouse right next to the arson scene blew up when a forgotten pile of explosives triggered several weeks late due to Lucio's sloppy planning. Asra, Nadia, and Julian were right next to it when it happened, and would later find out that MC, Muriel, and Lucio were all nearby for their own reasons as well. While several of them sustained severe concussive injuries which messed with their memories, MC took the worst of the blast and ended up in the hospital in a comatose state.

Asra blamed themself for it because they'd been going through a period of trying to (and failing) to forget about them (again) and found out that MC had texted them their location after they thought they spotted Lucio and decided to follow him. He had a bit of a wake-up call watching them in a near-death state in the hospital and realizing that he was the only listed next of kin. They took on the role of MC's caretaker for the long recovery process, moving them into their flat, and eventually helping them take over their aunt's old shop for a steady source of income and independence.

Portia and Nadia met when Portia quit her Home Depot job to work in the mayor's office. A visiting constituent was so impressed with her efficiency and people skills that they suggested she apply to a recently-opened secretarial position. Portia took it for the pay increase and did her job so competently she rapidly rose to her current position as Nadia's personal assistant. Nadia has slowly become aware of Portia's interest in veterinary work and, without Portia's knowledge, is planning to add a new benefit to her position that lets her work part-time and go to school fully funded.

All's well, until the city's mayor comes knocking on a neighborhood shop's door after hours because Lucio's been spotted meeting up with Valerius, an ongoing business partner, and MC was a forgotten key witness ...

[crossover-enthusiast]

I blame you for reminding me I did that idea of the monster town AU, I have to give you my own ideas now.

Michelle: A skinwalker and the first monster Maurice met when he arrived in town (at first he thought she was human), Michelle made him think she would help him find a way out but uhh. Then she tried to eat him. Luckily for him,Ivan managed to save him just in time.

Carmen: A giant who proclaimed herself queen of the town's mountains. Everyone who lives on her land is practically her slave and those who disobey her will end up under her heels.

Streber: HE'S NOT A VAMPIRE >:), I still don't know what he could be but definitely not a vampire.

Radford: A sleep paralysis demon, He can only communicate with people while they are sleeping and can create nightmares when he manages to possess someone. He is not particularly aggressive but he and his nightmares have been a nuisance to Ivan for years.

Thats it for now :)

OOOOO THESE ARE SO COOL

I think I love skinwalker Michelle in particular because that is just so fucked up it's great

Sleep paralysis demon Rad too!! Hell yes!! That's SO unique. I feel like the nightmares he inflicts onto Ivan are based on movie plots- he's still Radford after all. If he can't watch movies anymore he'll just reenact them with Ivan as his unwitting lead!

Also Streber not being a vampire is funny. Rip bozo /silly Maybe he could be a robot?

Also wanted to add onto this-

Zombie Kevin is hilarious, yes. Sometimes he just falls apart but can easily put himself back together like a lego- however unlike Skid he needs to "manually" reassemble and the only thing that really moves when detached is his head (for obvious reasons), so it's harder for him to find his body parts. One time he lost his bottom jaw for a few days and it was torture

Also I had more monster ideas here you go:

Evermore: gorgon/Medusa type beat, he has a bunch of little snakes and then one big "ruler" snake in place of that bump of hair. Unlike a regular gorgon (or perhaps because of the nature of the town), the petrification from looking into his eyes isn't permanent and wears off after about a day. This has caused Evermore to stone himself multiple times because he keeps trying to look at himself in the mirror. Garcia finds it funny

Speaking of, Garcia! Not quite sure what to do with him, but my current thought is him and Mr. Clown are in a Jekyll and Hyde situation; Garcia is technically still human, but Mr. Clown very much Isn't. He runs on toon logic and wants to beat everyone -- and I mean everyone -- to death with a hammer. When they switch seems to be random, or at least as far as Garcia can tell

Lucky: living scarecrow. He got hung up in the center of town and can't get himself down, so he's just Stuck for a long while. Ivan had always assumed it was a trap and so left him there even if he felt bad about it, and it's not until Maurice shows up and Lucky's able to convince him to help that he actually gets down. On the brightside of Lucky's predicament, being in the center of town means that Lucky's heard a Lot of things and knows way more than he should

Morgana (I am including her as well bc Yes): living doll. She's made voodoo dolls of everyone in town and they actually work as long as she has something from them. She mostly just uses them to fuck with people tho

Also, take a Bonus Thought about the tree entity: she's a woman by the name of Teresa that's been here even longer than Ivan, however when she first came into town she was attacked and ran into the woods. She has stayed there ever since and is Not Doing Good

[huntinglove]

Moodboards + some quick info about the S/Is I haven't been able to draw/write about yet!!

E.R.A - Mouthwashing S/I

Also known as Emergency Robot Assistant 6812! Unlike former units, this one is not entirely robotic. A human, unaffiliated with Pony Express, chose to donate their body for science.

They were turned into the receptacle for the company's innovation and first attempts at partial crew automation. Since the person who had donated their corpse was already deceased, the company didn't bother supplying any extra food, medicine or safety equipment for the cyborg.

E.R.A's personality is bland at worst and overprotective at best, they are always monitoring the crew to the point where it can be uncanny (watching them sleep, following them silently, etc) they only speak when spoken to.

Their appearance is a mixture of sleek machinery and regular human features, projected in a way that they seem more approachable to the crew, instead of being visually disturbing. They also have a uniform, similar to a large sweater and bland pants, to avoid appearing "provocative" as the company puts it.

They are equipped with around 1 petabyte of storage and have extensive knowledge on various topics, which helps Anya feel more understood and well accompanied, and which also keeps Daisuke entertained for long enough to let Swansea work in peace.

Anya tells E.R.A about the incident with Jimmy, believing it'd be like venting into a diary, but it causes the robot's memory storage to awaken some of the human's memories of their past life. This makes it so E.R.A begins to hunt Jimmy, the outcome varies depending on which ending I'm more interested in.

After the personality "activation glitch" E.R.A becomes far more protective of the other crew members and downright obsessed with Anya, Curly and Daisuke. They were the ones who gave Curly a voice, and knowing how much all of them have to endure because of the same person just motivates their bloodlust towards the co-pilot.

Emerie - Arcane S/I

[Quick note for this one: I know absolutely nothing about LoL outside of Arcane, so if this is similar to a character I don't know, it's simply a coincidence!]

Emerie isn't human, nor from Earth altogether. She fell from the sky, surrounded by shimmering blue crystals, into one of Zaun's large bodies of water. She remained dormant inside the cluster of gems until it was split open from the outside.

Jinx and Viktor noticed her arrival for different reasons.

Jinx was visiting one of Silco's former bases, which had a window with a view directly into the body of water Emerie fell into. Being the curious spirit she is, she immediately went to check it out. The blue haired girl was the one who broke the cluster open, dragging the sleeping creature back to the surface.

It took some time for Jinx to trust Emerie, even longer for Sevika to agree with having the creature around, but once it was obvious she wasn't (purposefully) a threat it was easy for Jinx to warm up to her.

Viktor noticed the sky becoming brighter in the middle of the night, getting an intense headache almost immediately after. Whatever that meteor had brought was embedded with wild magic, and now his main goal was to make it wouldn't bring harm to people.

He began looking for Emerie and whatever was left of the meteor, having a vague telepathic form of communication with the being, seeing flashes of her surroundings, hearing her voice and so on.

Personality wise, Emerie is a huge sweetheart and a little ignorant about human customs, even more so because she's being taught how to behave by Zaun's craziest hero, as well as receiving sudden mental notes from some sort of evolutionist wannabe savior.

Emerie looks like a mermaid axolotl, having bed tail shrink when in solid ground. She has retractable teeth and only shows them when she eats or fights. She stays hunched over most of the time, looking 5'7" but she can get to almost 7' if she stands upright.

She has a hard time with human speech, and often expresses herself through chirps, purrs and growls when she can't articulate her sentences properly. She also has a huge sweet tooth and will do pretty much anything for a treat, which helps her trust and befriend (and fall for) Viktor once they meet.

[memento-morianon]

Meet the Project and Characters

@creators-club @bardic-tales

I've also introduced this project in my pinned post and this masterpost of rough draft excerpts.

I'm writing a trilogy tentatively title Memento Mori: Blood, Breath, and Bone are the subtitles of each book, in order. It's kind of a slice of life/comfy fantasy, but it does get dark at times and there are bigger plot elements beyond the domestic fluff. For one thing, the protagonist Morianon is struggling with something he can't handle but also refuses to talk about. The other protagonist, his wife Evarin, has her own struggles as she has spent her whole life never feeling settled in her identity, which is incredibly frustrating for her.

The story mostly follows Evarin's PoV, except where it can only be told in Mori's PoV. The plot opens with a funeral and explores the normal lives of these protagonists as they interact with their small town community and prepare for a big journey they'll be taking in the summer, for their fifth wedding anniversary.

(image description: two character portraits of Morianon and Evarin, a bird man and a gnomish woman. Morianon has green and blue feathers with two long tail feathers and a golden crest on his back. Both images show close up details like important accessories and marital symbols each character is wearing. end description.)

further info under the cut:

Morianon is half bird person (quetzalin) and half elf. He doesn't look much like an elf though, at least to people who don't know any other quetzalin. Which is most of his community. He survived a pretty severe hurricane as a young child, in his tropical birth country. He remembers abuse and neglect before the storm, but nothing is very clear in his memories. His survival was unlikely, but he pulled through and recovered well enough to be placed for adoption. He was initially introduced to quetzalin families, but whatever abuse he had suffered at such a young age made him react poorly to their presence. eventually he was adopted into an elvish family instead; a family that had moved to the area from a country further north. They established some contact with the quetzalin people to ensure they would be able to raise him right. But it wasn't long before they decided to move back to their home in the north and took young Morianon with them. He was raised mostly in their elvish culture, though they never stopped trying to connect him with the quetzalin. He loves his community, but he still feels out of place among them. He is half elf, but he doesn't feel like he belongs in their culture, even as he follows their traditions, like the use of face paint to show that he's married. He doesn't feel like he would belong amongst the quetzalin either, but he has been exchanging letters with an older quetzalin who is helping him set up the anniversary vacation.

He studies archaeology, so the plot does occasionally follow him as he attends digs and studies artifacts at the local university. he's graduated already, it's just the nearest location with all the facilities for him to do his work.

Morianon also has a service dog named Sitla. She's rather small. Hairless, with dark skin and very pale eyes. Unnaturally pale, really. Might even describe them as blank white eyes. She's been with him since the hurricane. More than two decades ago. He's 30 now and the dog has been at his side the whole time. She helps with his anxiety and panic attacks, and keeps him grounded when he's dissociating. Don't worry about how weird she looks or how old she ought to be. She's a good dog.

Evarin had a much easier childhood. Her father is a gnome, and her mother is half orc and half gnome, though she mainly looks like a tall gnome with small tusks. Evarin just looks like a tall gnome. She also has tusks, but she keeps them filed down. It's rare for gnomes to have tusks, but sometimes through orcish ancestry or recessive genes, they'll grow a pair anyway. Gnomish tusks tend to be more influenced by testosterone, so they're generally viewed as a very masculine trait. Evarin is a trans woman. She does have the testosterone to grow tusks larger than her mother's, quite easily. Her father was unknowingly a carrier of the recessive tusk gene, so between his blood and the orcish blood on her mother's side, Evarin is in a rough spot with those tusks. They're her worst source of dysphoria, but having them fully removed is a pretty serious surgical operation, due to the deep roots, which comes with a high risk of complication. So she just deals with the tedium of filing them down.

Evarin's father is a weaver, and Evarin has fond memories of learning the craft as a young boy, though she's barely done it since she transitioned. Her mother is a doctor who makes a lot of home visits. Obviously she can't handle everything, but she can brace a broken limb before the long cart ride to the nearest hospital, reducing the risk of further damage. She can work alongside midwives, take medication deliveries from the hospital to ensure her neighbors needs are met, and handle most simple illnesses. Evarin has learned the art of vocal magic so she can aid her mother as a medical singer. She learned the ancient language of magic from an orc; her grandmother's cousin. She learned it so well she can improvise her songs on the fly and create new songs for more specific purposes. Most medical singers that work in hospitals use memorized songs and sing in groups. Being a soloist and using more varied songs is a real feat of skill, and very useful when you live in a small town with a limited number of medical professionals.

Evarin's identity as a part-orc gnomish trans woman is something that will fluctuate and change over the course of the whole trilogy. some of the traits that could make her look masculine to her gnomish neighbors are gender neutral to the orcs. Over time, growing out of her teenage years and into proper adulthood, now being 30 years old, Evarin has also become more comfortable presenting herself in a less feminine manner. She allows her sideburns to grow because Mori likes using the bristly hair as a feather brush. She wears clothing that isn't so feminine because it's comfortable. She has never gotten any surgeries to alter her body, though she goes to another medical singer now and again to at least maintain her breast growth through hormonal stimulation. She's come to find that her relationship with gender might be a lot more complicated now than it was when she initially began her transition.

But it's kind of hard to spend time fussing over those details and allowing herself to do any introspection about it when she's so focused on other things, like being a medical singer, relearning her father's craft so she can make a baby blanket, and worrying over the fact that her husband is definitely keeping a secret from her and she doesn't know how to convince him to open up and ask for help.

And also here is their mutual queerplatonic partner, Evarin's third cousin, K'arik:

(image description: portrait of an orcish man with curled tusks and neatly braided hair. He is wearing two important acessories; feathers from Morianon's wings, and his own grandfather's tusks. end description.)

K'arik is deaf as well as aroace. He and Evarin share a set of great-great-grandparents. He was also one of the first friends Morianon made after being adopted and moving north. His grandfather, He-esh, was Evarin's mentor in the ancient language. He-esh is the character who dies at the beginning of the story, with his funeral being the first major plot point. He-esh was a powerful diplomat, beloved patriarch, and spiritual leader of his clan. He helped bring this inter-species town together as a community, he solidified an alliance with the dwarves in the nearby mountains, and he was the first orc in this part of the world to establish a positive relationship with the centaurs since the wars many generations prior. (orcs used to be the only natural predator of centaurs, so you can see how this was such a big deal.)

K'arik's passion for his culture and traditions lead his grandfather to choose him as an heir, though K'arik is disabled and will never have a traditional family of his own. He's also a middle child, which is somewhat unusual for important heirs, though not unheard of. He-esh himself had an older brother. K'arik spends the early part of the story undergoing different ceremonies and rituals to take his place following in his grandfather's legacy.

He is never a PoV character, and his journey is not always relevant to the rest of the plot, but he's a pretty important character all the same. He is also objectively one of the most physically attractive characters I have, because it is cathartic for me, as an aroace creator, to make all my ace and/or aro characters irresistibly hot.

(image description: two digital paintings of K'arik, an orcish man. in the first, he is looking upward reverently. in the second he is standing with one hand on his hip and the other gesturing as if he is explaining something. he is nude in both images, but they are cropped just above his groin. He's built very muscular, in the manner of heavy weight lifters with a good amount of fat over the muscle, and he's quite hairy. end description.)

I do a lot of nude studies of him because he's got a very good figure for it. ignore the fact that he appears to be talking with only one hand in the second one, i got too into the pose and forgot for a moment that sign language kinda requires two hands.

[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 4

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

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MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 19 minutes

Chapter warnings: Dirty talk, online sex, masturbation (female and male), tongue play

San huffed, throwing his head as he winked after Mingi and Wooyoung had tried to settle a blind date for him. He didn't know the girl. In fact, they didn't even share a picture of her or talked to him about her before, but still expected him to go out of his way to meet with someone he could have nothing in common, other than the fact she knew Hongjoong -after working with him- and seemed as pressured as he was to meet someone.

—You always say the same thing —Wooyoung insisted—. You don't even know the girl, so why are you so quick to turn her down?

He stuttered, trying to think of a good reason.

Actually, he didn't have any good reason to turn her down. There was no reason, but it was a solid choice.

—I don't want to waste time with someone I don't know —he concluded—. If she wants to find someone to date, try to convince someone else. Why don't you go? —the attention shifted to Mingi.

The taller friend, who joined the conversation and added pressure to San just for the laughs, ended up snuggling on the couch, minding his business while scrolling through his phone, until karma went back for him.

—Unlike you, I actually go out and meet people by myself. Thanks for the worries, bud —he lifted his thumb, slowly moving his hand to show the middle finger to his friend.

Wooyoung's eyes shifted back to San, giving him that insistent look that got on his nerves. They were close, he loved him, but he swore he'd punch him on the face whenever he gave him that look.

—What's so hard about it that you can't do it? She won't bite. I bet she's open to dating, and will be willing to deal with your weird ass.

—If she has people setting her up with someone, that must be for something —San got up from the floor, determined to leave the living room.

—Actually, it's Hongjoong's doing. I don't know how we got to that point in the conversation, but he mentioned that since you're so closed to new people, it could be easier if we're the ones introducing girls to you. He said she's the only one on his contacts that seems to be single —Wooyoung's lips puckered, while shrugging his shoulders, trying to convince San.

—So you're trying to link me with someone Hongjoong has already slept with?

—Hongjoong didn't, he just knows her after he worked with her on a project —he sighed—. Apparently the girl's standards are high and she's difficult as fuck —he muttered to Mingi.

—Right, it's one hundred percent a no —San tried to close the conversation—. Tell Hongjoong I'm fine by myself, and I don't need anyone to set dates for me or any of that stuff. And stop talking about me or my love life with everyone.

San left the living room, closing himself inside his bedroom while Mingi and Wooyoung were both left outside, exchanging confused looks after they were alone.

—You think he might be dating someone already? —Mingi commented, looking at his door.

In a way, it'd make sense. It wasn't like San was completely detached from his phone before, but Wooyoung noticed the way his friend was more aware of his cell whenever he was out of the safe place his room was, to the point where they both had to tell him to leave his phone and spend time with reality. And he was caught a few times smirking or blushing at something while checking his phone, after he received a notification.

If they wanted to know, San wasn't the one they would get their information from.

—I bet he's on his phone right now —Wooyoung sentenced.

Mingi didn't need a clearer way to be told what they were about to do, getting up from the couch with a wide smile. Usually, it was always San and Wooyoung doing that type of thing to him, so it was exciting to join forces against the person that teased him the most.

They both walked together to his door, trying as hard as possible not to make a sound so he wouldn't have time to hide anything before they opened his door.

—What if we don't find anything?

Wooyoung turned to him, smacking his arm silently before he lifted his index to his lips to hush him. If they missed the chance to know what was going on with his friend because Mingi messed up, someone was going to end up with his ass kicked.

—At the count of three, we go in —Wooyoung barely spoke, thinking it'd be enough to just exaggerate his vocalization as some silent noises left his mouth.

—Huh? —Mingi frowned.

—One —Wooyoung said a bit louder, ignoring the confused expression on his friend's face.

—Two, three —Mingi rushed.

Mingi bursted inside the room first, completely ignoring San's face because he had only one target he cared for at that moment. While he trapped his friend's body against the bed, Wooyoung hurried to the other side to snatch the phone away from his hand.

—What are you two doing? —San tried to move under his friend.

Not only was the conversation with Y/n open, his channel also was. He was checking how long he had gone without posting a new video, as he simultaneously spoke with Y/n. His heart started beating fast, pumping against his chest in a way that got to hurt him at some point at the idea of what he did to pay for all of his things.

—Holy shit.

—What? —Mingi raised his head, quickly getting up to stand next to Wooyoung— Fuck. Who's this?

Getting up to confront both of his friends, he tried to take his phone back, but Wooyoung moved it further from his reach with a cocky smile.

—Tell us who she is, and we'll leave —Wooyoung tried to negotiate.

San felt relieved when they showed the profile picture Y/n had on the app they used to chat. Her hair rested over one of her shoulders, while her head was tilted as she smiled for the picture. She looked extra beautiful there.

—It's not your business —San insisted, trying to get his phone again.

—We are your friends —Mingi replied back.

—At this point, I'm reconsidering that.

The sound of the notifications coming in made him freak out, knowing their chat was open and they were causing her texts to be left on read with no response. He knew his friends would not leave until getting a response, he knew it because he had done that as well.

—My girlfriend —San finally answered quickly, with some letters almost stumbling on one another—. She is my girlfriend.

Taking advantage of the way both Mingi and Wooyoung looked shocked at that answer, he snitched his phone back and saved it in the pocket of his baggy pants.

At the end of the day, it wasn't like they'd ever know the truth. Probably Y/n was from a different city, and the possibilities of them running into her were quite unlikely. Neither would be hurted, and also it'd work as a way to push away Mingi and Wooyoung's trials on playing as matchmakers whenever they had the chance. He could only be thankful he always deleted all of their filthy pictures after every conversation.

—How did you meet her? —Wooyoung asked first.

—And why didn't you tell us about her before? —Mingi reproached, pointing at the pocket where he had saved his phone.

—Not your business.

Walking behind them, both of his arms hooked around his friends' neck as he guided them back to the door. Both of his friends complained as they were guided outside, finding the door closed in front of them as soon as they left his room.

Sighing, San locked the door behind him before he got his phone back out. When he saw the picture she sent, he could only think of how lucky he was that neither Wooyoung or Mingi were on the chat, being too busy inspecting her profile pic to care about what they talked about.

That Saturday, she had just sent one of her nsfw pics of her blurry naked figure reflected on the bathroom mirror full of steam. It was clear as day that she was naked after taking a shower, but it was impossible to clearly see what the mist was hiding.

San: Fucking hell, Y/n.......

He had struggled with what to say after he sent that, deleting all the filthy words that were going through his brain at that moment. Meanwhile, she had seen the way he read her texts for a few long minutes, before he actually reacted and started typing for a few long minutes. She giggled as a consequence, wondering if that picture had made the man of her wet dreams stutter with what to say next.

It wasn't like it was the first time she sent a picture like that, but almost all the times she got the same reaction until their conversation evolved to something more.

San: Omg

You: You liked it?

Her text reeked of fake innocence. He knew, she knew.

San: I hated it

Her heart skipped a beat, stopping completely when she saw that text before he suddenly left the app again. If she hadn't known him, she'd have thought he indeed didn't like what she sent, but after talking with him for a few weeks -with those spicy conversations almost being part of their routine-, she could just sit and wait until he found the proper words to trigger her back.

Wearing the bathrobe as the only clothing that covered her body, she sat in the middle of the bed, waiting for his text.

San: It's unfair I can't see that in person

His answer made her smile instantly, biting her lip while she thought of the next thing to say. She didn't know where he was from, or where exactly he lived. They both thought it was a thin line of privacy that shouldn't be crossed, but it still excited her to see that tiny wish of seeing her in person.

You: Maybe we can do something better...

You: are you home?

San: Yeah

San: What did you think about?

She didn't think it through, she was just pushed by the idea of feeling closer and more real through it, and chose to act before she could even process her own idea. She had thought of the idea of doing a video call several times since they started talking, but it always ended up in the corner of bad ideas when she thought that maybe it'd be too much.

But that day her fears were left aside, clicking on the video call option, waiting for him to answer. Holding her phone up high, making sure the front camera was at the level of her face, she checked her reflection while she bit her lip nervously. The more tones that sounded the bigger the disappointment was, thinking that maybe she got ahead of herself. At some point she even thought if he lied to her and he didn't look the way he did on pictures. He was way too good to be true.

Suddenly, everything was silent and she was surprised by his face on the screen.

She couldn't believe she ever thought he wasn't real. His foxy eyes looked at his screen with a gentle look, squinting as he smiled without showing his teeth -and the dimples that formed on his cheeks in consequence made him look so soft.

—So I see you weren't lying on taking a shower —he commented, making one of his eyebrows disappear behind his bangs.

After spotting her clean and bright face, his eyes went lower to her shoulders, covered by the white robe he had seen on some teasing pictures she had sent before.

—You thought I was baiting you? —his deep chuckle sent shiverings all over her body, before she chose to keep talking to hide how nervous he actually was making her—. It'd have been perfect timing for you to send a picture, too —she pointed out.

The way he tried to keep the way he looked on that baggy gray sweater, that almost exposed his collarbones, should've been considered a crime.

—You got ahead of me —he played with his hair, smiling nervously at her comment. His smile slowly dropped to a smirk, as his eyes concentrated on hers for a brief second—. You're beautiful.

Taking the compliment the best way she could, she simply smiled and lowered her face enough the moment she felt her cheeks lighting up.

—Don't cover up. That's cute —he giggled.

But she couldn't help it. All the time through messages, she giggled and kicked her feet at some of his texts freely, but it was completely different when he was seeing her blushing and getting nervous in real time.

She clearly wasn't used to that type of treatment.

—You also look good —she assured him.

—Better than in pics?

Far better than in pictures.

Sometimes, pictures could be deceiving. The factor of good lighting, the proper angle, or even the best side of the face played a huge part on how good a person looked on pictures (without taking in consideration the use -or overuse- of filters or photoshop. Both of them were glad it wasn't the case for neither of them.

—Maybe —she answered, teasingly.

—I already had high expectations on you, but you made sure to break them all off —his mouth was trying to transmit that comment with a sexy appeal, yet his smile and the way he nervously pressed his lips betrayed him.

Aside from the sexy videos or his harsh looks, that man seemed to be made out of the softest fabric in the cuddliest cloud -something that made him wonder where his Soundleasure persona came from.

As he moved his phone to place it better on his desk, she was able to spot a microphone at the height of his lips peeking through the corner of her screen.

—So is that where you record your content? —she asked curiously.

—Ah, this... —San lowered his gaze when he was aware of the microphone— Yeah. This is where the magic happens.

But right after saying that, his confidence was all gone, covering his face up with both of his hands out of embarrassment.

There was something exciting about spotting the man she desired on the place that created the content that made her want him in the first place. It was like getting the privilege of seeing the sneak peek of something no one ever before had seen. And she wanted to do way more than just seeing some of it.

—You said it was unfair you couldn't see me in person —she started, tilting her head slightly—. What exactly do you want to see?

Uncovering his face, one of his eyebrows raised at her question, grinning while he rested his back against the gaming chair in his room.

—Your skin. I bet it looks softer than it does in pictures.

She was pleased with his answer, nodding while curving down her lips and arching her eyebrows. Her robe slightly slipped off her right shoulder, exposing her collarbone and the curve of one of her breasts.

—Can you appreciate it now?

Of course he was. He could feel his dick twitching under the fabric of his pants, noticing how her skin looked a bit humid still after the shower.

—Kinda —he sighed—. It looks better than on the pic, but not good enough —San smiled again—. Maybe I need to see a bit more.

If she had tried to do that with anyone else... Honestly, she probably wouldn't have gone that far with anyone else.

She moved the robe down over her other shoulder, letting the fabric hang on her arms -enough to cover up her nipples, but still exposing her cleavage. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but seeing her like that felt so new for San, more real... Almost thinking she was to his reach if she moved his hand up a tiny bit.

—Would you be able to handle this in person? —the middle finger of her free hand traced her collarbone ever so gently she felt tickles from her own touch.

—I'd do more than just handle it —San assured, with his voice going lower with every word—. But I'd for sure rip that thing off. It's pissing me off.

The more it passed, the more comfortable he started feeling, letting his thoughts speak before they even made it to his filter process.

—You don't need to break it though, just... —while giggling, she undid the knot on the upper part of her belly, allowing the soft fabric to expose her breasts on the screen— open it.

A whimper came out of his lips, getting stuck at the back of his throat, as he hoped it had been low enough so it didn't reach for his mic for her to hear it. San tried to find a more comfortable position, while also rolling it a bit more to the back to show more than just his torso.

He knew exactly what he was doing, because Y/n had never had the urge to sit on someone's lap until she saw half of his legs on the screen, in awe with the way those black pants looked so good on him when his hands fell on them lazily.

—Those tits are begging to be sucked.

For a quick second, he regretted ever saying that, seeing her looking at her camera surprised, but slowly calming down when her hand wandered over her torso after her nippled tightened at the filth in his words.

—Hmm. I bet they'd look so good in your mouth right now.

Just the thought of it got her body working faster than it had ever worked before, as if she was going to take him at any time.

—Of course —San nodded—. I'd make them hard and stiff until they hurt.

Following his words, her index and thumb rubbed on her nipples, tightening the grip sporadically, ending it with a pinch and pull that got her pressing her thighs at the sudden throb.

—I want to see you, too —she asked.

San thought he'd collapse right there when he saw her pouting as she said that, her hand dropping out of the camera vision while her eyes intensely looked at him. Maybe he was too horny, or maybe his lack of experience with any other girl made him so eager for her. But there he was, willing to do anything she'd ask for.

While he took off his sweater, she placed a pillow at the edge of the bed just so she could rest her phone on it and forget about holding it up in the air. She heard him groan at the sight of her half naked body, while her hands still held together the edges of her robe so her lower part wouldn't be exposed.

—I think this is the hardest I've ever been for someone —he mentioned, stroking his growing bulge over his black sweatpants.

—Let me see how hard I'm making you, then —she dared him, kneeling in the middle of the bed.

It didn't take San a minute before he was lowering his pants and boxers enough to let his cock spring free in the air, and ending up resting on his stomach. Her eyes got lost in the shape of his dick, thinking of its taste, as she traced the veins that went from the base to the tip with her tongue.

She could feel your mouth watering at the image, wishing they weren't doing all of that through a screen. That man for sure wasn't real. Every inch of his body was perfect.

—Cat got your tongue? —he teasingly asked, stroking his length while he looked at her.

—I wish that was the problem —she scoffed, bending over on her stomach while she rested her body on her elbows, so she could see his image up close—. I've never wanted to get choked on a cock so bad in my life.

—I bet you'd look gorgeous with your mouth stuffed with it —he groaned.

She smiled, aiming two of her fingers at her mouth. She rubbed the tip of her fingerprints on her flat muscle, just to close her lips around them while staring straight at the camera. It felt as if your eyes were connecting through the whole thing, causing San to curse as soon as she did that.

That was an image he didn't know he needed until then.

—Show me how wet you are while you still suck on those fingers, hmm?

Maybe he was getting too greedy as their conversation evolved, but he couldn't hold back. Everything she did just made him want more.

Biting on her own fingerprints, she smiled. She for sure was leaking at that point, she could feel her juices dripping from her entrance to her clit when she bent over to the camera. Changing her position again, she opened her robe completely with her legs still closed as she sat in front of the camera. Once she made sure everything was on sight for him, she spread her legs, having San moaning out loud at the vision of her glistening folds.

Her wet fingers with her spit traveled all the way from her lips to her pussy, moving through her folds for him. Her heart skipped a beat when they reached her clit, finally being taken care of after ignoring it for so long.

—Wet enough to have my face buried in it —his raspy voice added—. I bet you taste so fucking good.

All those scenarios she planted in her head, with a mysterious man with no face, finally came back to her head with every detail she could add. Her pussy clenched at the image of his eyes peeking over as his tongue did wonders on her clit.

—I'd love to know if that tongue is as good at licking as it is at dirty talk —she joked, finding his eyes somewhere on the screen again, while she rubbed her clit in slow circles.

—You can bet I'd have your legs trembling and your ears beeping after you cum —he smirked—. Slide two fingers in. Open up for me.

And just the same way she allowed her fingers to go down her slit, and skink them inside her, she saw San spitting on his hand and wrapping it around his shaft again.

—That's it, honey. Knuckles deep —he encouraged her, making the biggest effort to keep his eyes open through his own pleasure. Pump them in and out as if it were my cock.

The praise in his words, the way he controlled her movements even from afar had her completely out of her mind. She was sure the sound of his voice was giving her more pleasure than her own fingers.

Managing to open her eyelids, that felt heavier than ever before, she got a moan stuck in the back of her throat when she saw him pumping his cock at a steady pace. The way she was able to see her open legs through the corner of her eyes, while her attention was fixed on the pornographic scene he was pulling, made it even hotter.

She was sure the temperature rose a few more degreed the moment they started that video call.

—You'd look even better if it was my cock fucking you —he moaned, moving his hand faster on his length—. Your tits bouncing every time I pound into you, holding you tight by your hips so you could take it all.

—I bet you'd stretch me out so good —she nodded.

Her brain was close to having a dead short at any time. The naughtiness in his words, mixed with everything that was going on in real life and in her head was too much to handle. Her back arched every time she sank her fingers in and her palm rubbed on her clit.

—I'm gonna cum —she cried, unable to hold it back any longer.

—I'm so close, too —he groaned, throwing his head back finally—. Wait for me, I'm almost there —he asked, in a needy tone that almost made her succumb to her own pleasure.

Still moving her fingers in sync with his movements, she found herself at the edge of the cliff, only allowing herself to jump from it when she heard him mutter he was ready, too. Both of their moans got mixed in the air, as they both reached their highs. Slowly, those moans turned to loud pants while they tried to get some oxygen back to their lungs.

Daring to look at him, she found San with his head falling back to the chair, eyes still shut while he smiled pleased.

—It was amazing —he whispered.

—I know —she agreed, sighing.

San finally opened his eyes, and she was left mesmerized by how beautiful and genuine they looked.

She saw him getting some air, and opening his mouth, before he got interrupted by a male voice coming from outside the room.

—Where the fuck is the controller? I need to beat these assholes' asses.

San could only think of throwing that same controller he talked about straight at his head as soon as he stepped outside.

—I won't take long —he assured her, before he hung up the video call.

Back in the silence and loneliness in her room, she made her best at holding in the sudden need to jump on the bed and dance away in excitement.

Her bad streak was over, except for the fact that everything was still online. But she'd find a solution to it.

[joyouzz]

LU/ATLA: Wind

Wind

Nationality:

Southern Water Tribe

Bender:

Water Bender

Sub-Bending Skills:

-Ice Bending

-Mud Bending

-Steam Bending (not shown in picture)

-Spirit Bending

Background:

Wind grew up in the Southern Water Tribe with his grandma and his younger sister Aryll.

When he was twelve, his sister was captured by Raiders and ran off to rescue her. Became a pirate and rescued her.

Quick Facts:

• Southern Water Tribe

• Grew up with his grandma

• The beads in his hair are from his sister

• Has gone penguin sledding soooo many times with Aryll

• R.I.P Wind’s mom and dad

• Mom died to childbirth

• Dad was a water bender and killed during an raider attack

• Loves his little sister so so much

• In over the one hundred years since the disappearance of Avatar Rauru, raiders/pirates have taken to capturing water benders for two reasons

• 1) To sell to Yiga Clan or cruel Earth Kingdom Generals as soldiers

• 2) To find the new Avatar

• Southern Water Tribe has been attacked so many times, very wary of any outsiders

• Unlike their swamp cousins, they stick together and hide the water benders

• And when they come to age, the benders decide whenever to keep hiding or strike out

• Wind is a water bender while his sister and grandma are not

• Got it from his dad

• When he was twelve pirates came looking for water benders and took Aryll

• She pulled a Katara’s mom

• Without the death part

• Pirate can’t get money for a a dead body

• Wind said no

• And took off to rescue his sister

• Found a pirate ship just outside of the village and boarded it

• Turns out, wrong pirate ship

• But good pirates

• Met Tetra, another water bender and captain of the ship, who hid her ship cause those pirates were after her

• Helped Wind travel the sea

• Wind learns how to mud bend

• Meets many new people

• Met a Fire Nation Captain, (Warriors), who he helped in the Fire Nation one hundred year war at the very end

• It is thanks to Warriors that Wind was able to find the location of where his sister was kept

• Found his sister in the islands of the Fire Nation

• Aryll has been saved!!

• Wind decided to take to the seas with the pirates

• Out to the seas!!

• Met a giant angry corrupted Spirit named Bellum

• Bellum kidnaps Tetra and brings her to the Spirit world

• Bringing her to ‘his master’

• Wind went after her into the Spirit Realm

• Met good and corrupted spirits

• Wind learns how to spirit bend

• Saves Tetra with help from a spirit named Ciela

• Spirit bends Bellum so he’s no longer corrupt

• Bellum doesn’t remember much, only that his ‘master’ wanted Tetra for some reason and that there are others like her

• Vanishes

• Back to Mortal Realm

• Wind gains ability to see Spirits/Spirit portals even if they are hiding

• Necklace is in tribute to Ceila and other spirits that helped Wind

• Tetra, wanting to know what Bellum meant by ‘others like her’ begins to sail the seas again but this time to figure what the heck the spirit meant by that

• Wind helps her, and by age fourteen, decides to go on land

• Cause there can only be so much found at the ports

• Wind and Tetra have matching magic spirit stone things that allow them to communicate from all over the world

[cilil]

𝓐𝓝 ~ So I have a Thuringwethil fic coming up soon (origin story kind of thing) that is heavily based on and will feature my own headcanons about the Void as well as Thuri herself, so I thought it might be a good idea to compile my notes and ideas for you guys to enjoy in one convenient place. I'll start with the Void as a general basis and the Thuri headcanons will be down below in the rbs.

.𖥔 Conceptually speaking, the Void is nothingness, and that's the extent of what most people, including most of the Ainur, know. Melkor describes the Void as a paradox, because due to other things coming into existence - Eru, the Ainur, later Eä and everything in it - it too is dragged into existence, as it can now be perceived and is even a place that can be visited.

.𖥔 As a thing that doesn't exist, the Void naturally doesn't come with a "consciousness" per se, but it is "content" in its state of non-existence, and only because other things have now started existing it becomes "active" itself. There may even be some sort of Eru-equivalent being inside it or associated with it.

.𖥔 The Void's first primitive "instinct" so to speak is to corrupt and devour matter/things that are. However, the Timeless Halls are safe thanks to the Flame Imperishable, the primeval light and power of creation that cannot be snuffed out, and Eru's ability to wield it. By extension light and fire in general are perceived as the essence of existence and therefore the enemy of the Void.

.𖥔 Generally speaking, beings with fëar or ëalar are at least somewhat safe from just getting consumed, since they were kindled with the Flame Imperishable and carry part of it inside them. The Void can, however, still cause quite a bit of damage through prolonged exposure - aside from its damaging influence, just the sensory deprivation alone is psychologically damaging - and eventually corrupt and/or feed on them.

.𖥔 If a living being with a fëa or ëala enters the Void, it may try to communicate and even manifest in some way to do so, but it's unlikely to do the latter if nothing has been consumed beforehand. On its own, the Void has little to no knowledge or understanding how to construct any sort of form since that is part of creation and existence which, again, is fundamentally against its nature.

.𖥔 The Void may also (unwillingly) come into existence when parts of it claw through the fabric of reality and enter Eä. Ungoliant is such a manifestation of the Void, a Void creature so to speak. The reason why Ungoliant is a spider is because she - the Void fragment that ended up becoming her - consumed a random creature she found (in this case a spider). The Void "learns" via consumption and assimilation. This is also why her unlight is different from darkness and gives the Valar a lot of trouble.

.𖥔 While fire and light are the main enemies of the Void and also the best way to fight it, they are also the main target of its attention. This is why Ungoliant didn't dare to enter Valinor on her own and fled from the Balrogs, but also hungered for the Trees and the Silmarils.

.𖥔 Melkor was very bright and filled with light in the beginning, but his own corruption caused his spirit to turn dark and eventually cost him his ability to wield and use light effectively - while said corruption was of a moral and spiritual nature, his journeys into the Void have also certainly not helped matters. If he hadn't lost his light, Ungoliant would've never dared to attack him and also been unable to do so effectively.

.𖥔 The reason why Melkor will eventually able to return despite his imprisonment in the Void is because, as Tolkien himself said, he's actually so great and powerful as a spirit that he will slowly recover some of his strength over the ages. Additionally, a great part of his essence being within Eä would actually keep it out of the Void's reach while being something he should be able to tap into upon his return.

Still, being in the Void can damage even a Vala spiritually and psychologically, which is the reason why a few other authors and I have alternate takes and timelines in which Melkor is actually progressively weakened and in further decline and may need to be rescued or return to Eä to recover (and maybe find a bit of healing, if it's that kind of verse).

I'll reblog with the Thuri part as well as a few fic recs for those who would like to explore these themes more in writing and I also invite and encourage you to share your own takes on the Void, Thuringwethil, Ungoliant, Melkor etc. You can also take inspiration from this for your own Void-related works, just kindly give a small shout-out if you do~

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

The Bellamy household was tense. The atmosphere hadn't been this dark and dire since Roman's affair with Ulyssa. Two days had passed since the incident at Theo's school, and a decision had been made by the Pleasantview coven regarding Theo's academic future. Evren was scheduled to arrive with the verdict any second now and the Bellamys were trying not to panic. Too was taking this opportunity to destroy their kitchen cupboards, and no one had the mental ability to stop her. Evren was going to be there any minute, what did it matter what the cat did?

There had been no contact from Adam since the accident and Theo was inconsolable, thinking that his boyfriend was ending things with him by simply ghosting him. All of Theo's texts were unable to be delivered. One minute, he'd been intertwined with Adam and the next, Adam was just...gone.

Evren had dutifully brought up this silence at one of the many coven meetings he attended, and was able to confirm that Edana had taken her son's phone from him and disconnected the number. This at least gave Theo some hope that maybe Adam wasn't breaking up with him. His mother didn't want them to speak to each other, so she'd taken away that connection to protect her son. Theo had tried some small magical spells used to communicate between magic users, but those also failed. Edana had the benefit of years of experience in a coven that liked to play dirty when it came to magic. Despite his raw power, Theo couldn't compete with a witch that experienced.

"Evren's here!" Saturnia announced.

The moment she spoke, everyone over the age of fourteen hurried in the kitchen to hear Evren's news. This meeting was for adults only. Adult decisions had to be made, and Theo was too fragile to hear the discussion for himself. He hadn't left his room for the past two days anyway. Whenever someone checked up on him, he was either crying into his pillow or writing woefully in his journal.

"What was the coven's decision?" Roman asked breathlessly, pulling up a chair beside Adrian and Abe. "Are they expelling him? Do we get to keep him here?"

It was the option Roman liked best. Everything would be okay if he could just hold onto Theo and hug him until all this madness went away. He was Theo's father, and it was his duty to protect him, not some snobby school.

"No, they don't feel that he belongs in Arkhelios," Evren said gently. "He swore an oath to be an apprentice of the coven and they plan to hold him to that. Like we discussed earlier, that option was extremely unlikely."

"Doesn't belong in Arkhelios?" Roman erupted, slamming a fist on the table. "He's my son! You're telling me that I'm going broke to pay for some witches to kidnap my son from me? Abe? Tell him that we're keeping our son!"

"He's beyond our help, Ro," Abe replied quietly, putting a reassuring hand over his husband's clenched fist. "We talked about this. He's growing up and we can't teach him what he needs to know. I hate this just as much as you do, but it's not just him that's in danger. He's hurting other people now too."

"I'm a hybrid!" Roman growled. "I'll teach him. We'll learn together. It's my mother's fault that he's like this, so I have to be the one to fix it. I can fix this."

"Roman, I appreciate your openness to trying new ways to train Theo, but you can't just homeschool your son in the magic he needs to survive. No offense, but your own abilities probably couldn't get past the second chapter of his textbook. For all my experience, I don't have the skills to teach him either."

"What did the coven decide then?" Adrian asked. "Is he allowed to stay at the academy? If he is, is Edana going to be a problem? Is he being reassigned a different room away from Adam?"

"He's not going to attend classes at the academy for the rest of the semester," Evren announced. "Theo will be reassigned to a sister school for the duration of the academic year, possibly for longer depending on his progress."

"What?!"

All three of Theo's parents recoiled at the verdict, utterly baffled by the choice.

"I'm not paying to send him somewhere else! What 'sister school'? Where is it? They can't do this!"

"This is discrimination against demons! If Edana thinks that she can get away with this, I'll sue!"

"I'm calling Lucy. She'll fight this. They can't go against the Sovereign!"

"The Sovereign already agreed to the change," Evren informed them, watching their faces fall with the news. "She was at the final two meetings and she consented to the change of schools. She suggested the replacement school herself."

"Abe, do you remember giving custody of our son to the Sovereign?" Roman asked sarcastically. "She can't just send him wherever she feels like. We have custody of him. He's our child. Why is the Sovereign under the understanding that she can make decisions about our son without our knowledge?"

"I'm sure Lucy had some input," Abe said, his voice wavering slightly as he spoke. "Lucy would never let anyone hurt Theo, she's his godmother. If her wife is making decisions, I'm sure Lucy had a say."

"Where is this school? What's the campus like? When are visiting hours? Can we schedule a tour? Does the tuition change?" Adrian asked, typing notes on his phone. "Do they have a website or brochure?"

"I don't know anything about it," Evren admitted. "I've never heard of it myself or even that the academy had a sister school. I don't know everything about this universe, but even some of the other witches looked confused. There are no tours, no pamphlets, no visitations. Theo will be assigned a support team who will help him adjust to the change and provide you with notes on his progress."

"So they are charging him with something!" Roman accused. "They're jailing him for crimes he didn't commit! He's innocent! It was an accident!"

"I'm calling Lucy. This is outrageous. She'll know how to fight this."

"My love, maybe we could talk about this in private? I might be able to ask Maura for a favour."

"This isn't jail, it's a highly praised school that will help Theo learn to control his abilities. He'll recieve one on one instruction from older demons who have practical experience with blood magic. It's not so much a magic school that teaches demons, but a demon school that teaches magic. Theo will be taught by staff who know what puberty is like for demons and can help him manage the changes to his body and abilities."

"That sounds an awful lot like the military school my parents sent me to," Adrian said quietly. "I promised myself that I would never send one of my own children to a school like that, no matter what. Theo's not going. I'll pull my portion of his tuition if I need to. I'm not paying to cause suffering to a child."

Evren sighed, staring at the determined faces of Theo's other parents. All of them looked like they were about to grab a torch and go burn the Pleasantview Academy to the ground.

"I really don't think that you're describing this accurately. They seem to think that they have a choice in this matter."

Without warning, a woman descended from a shower of sparkles right in the middle of the Bellamy kitchen. While Abe and Adrian looked baffled, Roman stared at the woman, unable to place where he knew her from.

"Adriel, you're not going to help matters," Evren groaned, rubbing his temples to ward off the migraine he could feel developing.

"Adriel! You went to school with me!" Roman exclaimed. "That's where I know you from. Your mother sent you to try to force us into accepting this?"

Abe stared, vaguely remembering this woman from when she was a teen and helped them fight off Dorhack. He hadn't really gotten to know her well, but then again, it wasn't like she was trying to get to know him either. She had stuck close to her mother, the Sovereign, and had said very little to anyone else.

"Are you here to collect Theo?" Evren demanded. "I was assured that he would have several days to recover before he left."

"Are you kidding? Babysitting teenagers is nowhere near my rank. Mother sent me to reassure the parents and nothing else."

"Evren, we're not going to be intimidated into sending Theo away. Tell the coven that we're not complying, no matter who they send to steal my son."

"Are you done?" Adriel demanded. "I should have known that the kid causing so much trouble was yours, Roman. It looks like your mother's trashiness is genetic after all."

For the first time in years, Roman felt the ghost of his younger self awaken within him at the reminder of his own boarding school experience. All the games, all of the politics and mind games came rushing back to him at once. He'd been afraid of Adriel once, long before he realized that he had power too.

"All of that rank and you're still your mother's messenger, doing all the unimportant work that she finds too boring to do herself? It must kill you to have to serve your mother's human wife."

While the rest of the adults braved themselves for a demonic fight, Adriel just laughed.

"Fair enough, Dorhack spawn," she teased. "Despite his relation to you, your son is admittedly very interesting. He would have to be exceptional to be sent where he's going and despite his parentage, he is."

"Where is this school?" Roman replied, his voice surprisingly casual now that he and Adriel had gotten verbal sparring out of the way. "I want to visit him and make sure that he's well cared for. If your own mother is any example of demonic care for children, then I don't trust anywhere she would send him."

Adriel made a sarcastic grunt in response to this.

"She would never have sent her own kids there," she complained. "We were never good enough. Instead, I had to go to the same school as you." Adriel gestured towards Roman dismissively. "I think she only went there herself for a semester when her mother got sick of having her around."

"So, Theo might just be there for a semester then?" Roman asked hopefully. "If it's so hard to get into?"

Adriel shrugged dispassionately.

"It could be longer, depending on his needs, but yes. The school also doesn't offer a summer curriculum and is highly motivated to return him to his regular school before the next school year. Something about taxes and student enrollment numbers."

"Well, that's not that bad, I guess," Adrian said cautiously. "If they really don't want to have a lot of students stay and if even the Sovereign's daughter wasn't allowed admittance...maybe this could be a good thing. Like private tutoring, right?"

"Somewhat," the demon answered, losing interest in this conversation quickly. "They won't release him until he can safely control his...episodes. How long that takes is up to the child."

Silence fell over the room as each adult tried to rationalize this decision. They were all still against sending Theo away at all, but if the coven was going to enforce this ruling, there were some upsides at least.

"Let's talk in my office, Adriel," Roman said, standing up from the table dramatically. "I want to talk to you, demon to demon."

Adriel tried to repress the shudder she felt at the idea that she and Roman were anything alike. How Theo had come from this family with his abilities, Adriel couldn't understand.

"Fine."

The first thing Adriel did when entering Roman's office was poke around the room, snooping as she did.

"Oh, look. Baby Roman," she laughed, staring at a photo of teenage Roman with his grandparents. "You were different then from what I remember. You used to be better than this."

"Uh, thanks?" Roman replied, crossing his arms defensively. "My life's kinda been turned upside down a few times now. All that trauma will change a person, especially a teenager. You...well, you're pretty much how I remember you actually."

"Look, live your sad life, I don't really care," the demon said. "This is the best thing for your son, according to people who actually know what they're talking about. Theo's hurting other kids because he can't control his abilities. If he keeps this up as he gets older, the consequences may become even harsher. Everyone feels sorry for a kid. An adult incapable of handling magic? Much less sympathy. That is if he can even survive his episodes to make it to adulthood. There were no demons around to save your son from himself. He was extremely lucky that there were quick thinking warlocks near him, otherwise you might not be getting your son back at all."

"I know. I really do know how bad it was. How bad it is. Adam is a good kid and he didn't deserve to get hurt by all of this. I don't want Theo to lose his boyfriend or friends because people are afraid of him. I'm just afraid to lose my son for months because a bunch of witches and warlocks said so. I won't abandon him when he needs me. Let me go study with him. I could use a refresher on demonic magic. My tutor in college said I wasn't a complete failure at it."

Adriel let out a loud, unrestrained laugh at Roman's idea that Roman knew was genuine. No one could fake a sarcastic, belittling laugh like that.

"What? I'm half-demon. Probably anyway, no one's really drawn up a family tree for me. Theo's only a quarter demon genetically. I could do the work."

"It's cute that you want to try demonic magic," Adriel conceded, a smirk still on her face. "It doesn't matter about genetics when it comes to demons or even witches really. It's all about potential and power and how certain genes are awoken in people. Sometimes demon genes are dormant in a family for generations. Sometimes demon genes get passed along the generations that grow in power with every generation. Your mother had power. Your son has power. You do not. There's no way you'd be accepted to even audit a class at this school. And besides, what do you think Theo's going to learn with his father hovering around him, trying to baby him while he tries to achieve control over powers you couldn't even understand?"

"Can we at least call him at night after class?" Roman begged, desperate for a compromise. "When he's done his work and we won't be bothering him? Or see him on a weekend? For an afternoon?"

"Look, I'll mention it to the coven and the contact for the school. I can't guarantee anything though. There were no public phones at our school and this place is ancient compared to that. They're very strict about parents too. I'll see what I can do, but Roman, you should see this as a gift and not a sentence. These people will make sure that Theo can fix his episodes himself. There won't be any more worrying about him hurting people or having qualified people around him to save him from himself. The Pleasantview Academy can teach him magic, but only our people can teach him to be an adult demon safely."

"Is there at least a book I can read about what he'll be studying? Or one about how to help adolescent demons as they grow up? I do have many other kids with the same genetics as Theo. Who's to say that one of my girls won't need help with this as well?"

"I'm not a library," Adriel replied, rolling her eyes. "Try one of those, though I really don't think you have to worry about the rest of your kids. Dorhack's lineage really isn't anything to care about, aside from being a Great Demon. Like I said, your family tree is trash. None of your other children really have a chance of turning out like Theo."

"Dad, the Devil's here!"

Fiolett's voice rang out across the house, alerting the family to their visitor. Abe immediately bolted from the table, eager to confront the Sovereign about making choices for his son. To his disappointment, it wasn't the Sovereign in his living room, but her wife.

"Fi honey, that's Aunt Lucy, not the devil," he corrected quickly. "And really, devil's not the proper word either."

"But that's what Daddy calls her," the child replied.

Abe could hear Evren scolding his partner from the living room, something Lucy probably enjoyed.

"You call her what in front of the children?!"

"It's good to see you," Abe said, hugging his sister. "It's been a wild couple of days. I assume you're here to guilt me into handing my son over to some place I'm not allowed to visit? It's a little unnecessary. I mean, the Sovereign already forced her daughter to come get us on board."

"Ah, my lovely stepdaughter," Lucy replied. "Yes, if I had my way, that bitch would be the one heading out of the country. I'm Theo's godmother, I should be the one here yelling at you, not her."

"Yelling at me for what? What side are you on?"

"The side of common sense," Lucy stated. "Abe, Theo's at the age where this sort of behavior isn't cute anymore. He's going to end up killing himself and taking his boyfriend with him next time."

"It's never been cute, what-"

"My wife and the coven can see what's happening here. You don't really travel in the same circles that I do, so you wouldn't know, but this needs to be stopped before Theo grows up. He's trying new magic and only getting stronger every day. If he has an overload of power as an adult, it may take three adult demons to ground him instead of one. How are you going to guarantee that he's always near someone who can help him? How are you going to guarantee that he doesn't hurt someone in the future like this? What if he's holding your grandchild when he goes off? This needs to be addressed now."

"I know, Luce. I do know, it's just hard. This is my baby and I'm supposed to entrust him to demons alone for at least several months?"

"I'll keep him safe, Abe. I promised you I would when he was born. This is for the best, no matter how hard it is now. He'll be welcome back at the academy whenever he's cleared to return, so at least he's not being expelled like his father."

"How is Adam?" Abe asked, ignoring his sister's quip about Roman. "Is he going to be okay? Evren said the last time he saw something like this, someone died. If Theo goes back to that school, is there going to be trouble? Should I keep encouraging Theo to try to get in touch with him or should we just leave the family alone and hope they don't try to get Theo expelled later?"

"He's had some...complications," Lucy answered slowly. "I'm legally not allowed to discuss them with you, but I can say that he's going to live. I'd give him some space personally, if only to avoid his mother. She argued for Theo's expulsion pretty heavily and it took Master Maricourt begging the king of Strangetown to make up some bullshit mission for her to get her to leave the school. From what I gather, she took Adam for a day, but returned him to the school with his father for now. If Theo can make use of this information somehow, great, but I wouldn't hold my breath for Edana to let him see Adam anywhere else."

"Lucy! I'm so glad you're here. Adriel and I were just catching up," Roman called out. Beside him, Adriel's mood instantly soured upon seeing Lucy.

"Hello, Mother," she sneered. "It seems like you're everywhere I go lately. Always sticking your human nose where it doesn't belong."

"Just making sure that you didn't fuck up the only thing your mother asked you to do lately," Lucy replied sweetly. "She can't count on you for much else."

"She'll get tired of you one day, just like her last wife or cheat on you like she did with my mother. I wouldn't count on growing old with her, hell, I don't even give you ten years."

Lucy gave Adriel a pitying look.

"Honey, no one gets tired of me, I get tired of them. Trust me, I'm going to be your stepmom for awhile."

"Maybe you should come say hi to Theo, and give him the news yourself," Abe suggested, physically steering his sister towards the stairs and away from an angry demon. "I'm sure you can explain it to him in a way he understands."

[fandom-nursery]

Lars agere headcanons

Incredibly baby. Is usually regresses under the age of 3

Regresses a lot more than he would like. If he doesn’t take the time to regress voluntarily then it will typically happen a couple times a month involuntarily 

Really bad about letting himself regress when he needs to 

Like a lot of things about himself his regression is a big source of insecurity for him and he  is terrified of anyone finding out

Even after his death and new life as captain he struggles with his own internalized negative feelings towards his regression

being in an environment where literally no one else near him knows what regression is and just thinks it's one of those odd human behaviors and therefore completely normal and good has really helped him as he works to feel more confident about his little side 

Despite regressing so little Lars really puts in a lot of effort to potentially pass as being big if anyone saw him 

Part of the reason he’s so terrified of anyone else seeing him regressed is that all his feelings bubble right up to the surface and come spilling out when he’s little. The smallest thing can set him off crying and babbling all his hard kept secrets and insecurities to whoever is closest to him 

Even when he regresses to his youngest he can still usually talk if he focuses. He does sometimes prefer to just whimper and babble to communicate though 

He is very sensitive. He has a lot of anxiety and unlike big lars he doesn't have the tough guy persona to hide behind. 

He takes a lot of naps. Most of the times his parents have seen him nap it’s been because he was regressed 

On his ship he is surrounded by people who are able to pick him up easily and he has learned that he loves being carried

He has a lot of childrens Tv shows he lets himself watch only while little. A lot of it is stuff he genuinely thinks is interesting but is too embarrassed to watch while big

He regularly pulls out some of his childhood toys from a box stuffed in the back of his closet to play with while small  

He is a very hungry little. His mom keeps a pretty decent stash of snack foods and cut up apple or carrot slices in the house at all times that he often raids while little. He will absolutely eat peanut butter with a spoon out of the jar and he drinks a truly amazing amount of juice 

He has a stuffed bear that he’s had practically since birth that brings him a lot of comfort when he’s small 

He very badly needs and wants a paci but every time he opens up a website to buy himself one he gets too embarrassed and chickens out. He has developed a bit of a thumb sucking habit while little because of this 

He does struggle with bladder control while little and does occasionally wet the bed however he refuses to wear pull ups or diapers for a very long time because he was embarrassed 

Sadie has seen him regressed once. He was over at her house and he just sort of slipped without meaning to around her. She noticed something was off but didn't say anything and Lars quickly figured out an excuse to go home. She didn't know what was happening at the time but looking back on it she does suspect what happened 

Later after regressing around them a few times and emboldened by Steven coming clean about his own regression he confides in his crew. They are of course all very supportive and don’t make it a big deal which he is grateful for 

He also eventually get the courage to tell his parents in one of his letters home 

He has on occasion called fluorite mama. Gems don’t really have parents but she understood the sentiment and was very touched 

He started regressing near the end of middle school/beginning of high school. Lars dealt with a lot of anxiety and depression across his life and the feelings became too much. Being little put him back in a time where he didn’t have those issues and helped him de-stress

[necromaniackat]

Cruel Summer

Chapter 1: So It Begins.

It was the morning you were leaving for Heelshire mansion to begin renovations. It was your dad’s dream to turn the mansion into a bed and breakfast. He said it’s seen enough tragedies for a lifetime, now it’s time for it to see community. Your dad told you that your grandparents would never allow it while alive. Your dad died when you were twelve. That was a brutal hit to you and your mum. Mainly because your dad was a handyman and the epitome of health, yet he dropped of a heart attack at thirty. Then your mum married Adam a couple years later.

This caused a sadness to settle in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t help but frown as you carried one your suitcases to your crappy little BMW. Hooked in your other arm was Brahms. Since you got the doll a couple days ago you haven’t paid any mind to the doll or the booklet of rules and regulations to follow when caring for Brahms. You were probably going to take it to an antique’s dealer at some point.

You put Brahms in the front seat and buckled him in. You didn’t want to send the doll flying if you slammed on the brakes. That’s at least a hundred pounds that you can put toward your next tattoo fund. Just as you closed the boot to your car a silver Audi pulled up behind you. You smiled when you realized it was your mum and stepdad. You stepped back around to the side of your car.

Your mum looked stunning in simple tie-dye summer dress and black flip-flops. Her bleached blonde hair was twisted up into a messy bun at the top of her head. Your mum always looked like a super model; she was a model at one point. That means growing up she was very much into healthy eating and exercising regularly. Just looking at you and your mum side by side, the regular person wouldn’t be able to tell you were mother daughter. You look more like your dad. You have his dark curly hair and his almost grey-blue eyes whereas your mum is a natural red head and has green eyes. You couldn’t get a tan to save your life, your mum looks like she’s mixed. You’re introverted but you become extraverted when you’re in your element which is usually by yourself while your mum was extraverted and couldn’t keep to herself to save her life. You were so unlike your mum. And sometimes that distance feels extra big.

“You alright, luv?” Your mum asked as she came up to you.

“Yeah, I was just putting my things in the car,” you replied with your hands on your hips.

“Do you have anymore upstairs?” Adam inquired with a smile.

“Of course. I always leave the heavy stuff for you,” you told him with an equally happy smile then tossed him the keys to lock up when he was done. Adam was the definition of golden retriever. He loves to be involved in your life. Which made the transition from mum’s boyfriend to stepdad all that much easier.

“I’ll go get the last of your stuff. You two…... –interact,” Adam said as he wandered up the path to your front door. You understood from his awkwardness your mum had some things to say to you that you’ll probably not like. But what else is new? Since your dad died you and your mum have had a rocky relationship.

You sighed and itched your brow.

“Listen, I know how you feel about them. I feel the same way. But this is a major opportunity for me. If this pans out, then I can quit my dead-end job. I can start living not just surviving paycheck to paycheck,” you argued before she could say anything.

“I don’t like it. That family is messed up, who knows what kinds of trouble you’ll get into because of them,” your mum posed a good point. The Heelshire side of your family are…...–different. Your great aunt was supposedly into the occult and witchcraft. There was a feud between her and your grandpa a long time ago that never got resolved.

“I know you don’t. I don’t either. But I want to do this, for dad,” you told her honestly. If it weren’t for your dad’s dream you’d put it up for sale. And maybe you will. Your memory of Heelshire mansion was a bit fuzzy.

“Jesus have mercy, Evelyn,” she muttered in defeat. Your mum sighed heavily and looked away, peering into the car. Her eyebrows rutted together.

“What’s that?” She questioned, pointing to something in your car. You instantly knew she was talking about Brahms. Your mum has a deep hatred for that doll. After the real Brahms died your grandparents doted on this doll instead of their remaining son. Your dad had to spend his late teens and early adult years living in the shadow of a doll.

“Is that Brahms?!” Your mum exclaimed looking at you like you had done something wrong. You held your hands out in front of you in defense as you tried to gather your words.

“Evelyn Elizabeth,” your mum warned coldly.

“Okay, okay! It is Brahms but I’m taking him to an antique’s dealer next week. He’s not staying,” you explained as though your life depended on it. With how angry your mum looked; it could very well be.

Your mum placed her hands on her lower back and scoffed, shaking her head.

“You’re not following those stupid rules, are you?” She asked, trying to figure out if she should just smash the doll into pieces now or allow you to prove to her that your grandparents hadn’t brainwashed you.

“I haven’t even looked at the terms and conditions book,” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest. This earned a snort from your mum as she broke out in a fit of giggles. Little to your knowledge this is exactly how your mum reacted when your dad wanted to bring her home for a few days and he had to go over the rules.

“Okay, this is the last of it.” Your stepdad, Adam, declared as he came walking down the small path with your duffle bag of power tools and your last suitcase. You opened the car door so he could unload in your backseat next to the cat carrier with Bandit, your cat, inside. The door closed and Adam handed your keys back to you before bringing you into one of his ‘dad hugs’. They weren’t the same hugs you got from your dad; they were different. But over time Adam’s hugs became something of a comfort to you.

“If you run into any problems at all, call me and I will drive out to help sort it out,” Adam told you as you two broke away from each other. You smiled and gave him a sure nod, telling him you’d do just that. Something you’ve always loved about Adam is he’s willing to help with problems, not solve them but assist. It always gave you a chance to fix it and then to reach out for help if you needed it.

“I guess I should get going,” you murmured. Your mum pursed her lips then opened her arms for a hug. You obliged. Your mum’s arms tightened around you. You can’t remember the last time she hugged you like this. It brought both comfort and a hint of dread.

“Call me when you get there,” she said, pulling away from you. You forced a smile to reassure her as you opened the driver’s side door. Your very full lanyard jingled as you waved awkwardly. Your mum and Adam stood on the sidewalk waving at you. You wondered if this is what it would’ve been like if you decided to go to university like the rest of your peers. That thought left a sour taste in your mouth.

You gave your parents one final wave before hopping into your crappy BMW. You turned the key to bring the car to life before putting on your playlist to listen to on the drive. You never really grew out of your alt phase, at least now you have more refined tastes, so your playlist shows that. And just like that, you were on your way to Heelshire mansion.

[altitudeofalcatraz]

I would love to hear about your iterator ocs!

Alright!! Once again, gonna try keeping it as simple as possible, nothing too detailed! (Copying RI and WOTM from the post before this, using this as some sort of master list i assume)

There is art in this as well!! Might have been too much but I like being extra about my ocs

Haphazardly Throwing Needles HTN is the third eldest iterator of the local group. Back when the ancients were still around, they always had a distaste for them, thinking they were making too much of a fuss over the cycles. If they were really good enough to transcend, then they should be able to do it themselves without the help of supercomputers. They always were bitter towards the ancients, refusing to help them as much as they could, which sparked a multitude of arguments. When the mass extinction happened, HTN felt immense relief, as the ancients only ever caused negative effects on them. 

Even before the extinction, HTN didn’t bother much with trying to solve ‘The Great Problem’, preferring to research the local flora and fauna instead. With the ancients gone, they could focus even more time into this. When they first found out about the rot, they grew curious about its creation and upbringing, and in a careless experiment, purposefully tried to grow the rot in their systems. It ended up working, and unlike many iterators, HTN was quite content with it. Over time, they modified the rot and helped it grow, creating an almost mutualism relationship with it. The rot would feast on the fauna around the superstructure, and in turn protect and surprisingly keep HTN in good conditions, causing them to be one of the most resilient structures of the local group. There is little life in the superstructure besides the rot, due to the constant feeding and absorption. The Machine does visit HTN, and is almost always met with rudeness and bitterness. This comes from a place of care, though, as HTN is concerned about Machine’s reckless travelling around something dangerous like the rot, as they still don’t have full control of it around the superstructure.

Sight Through Blindness STB is the eldest of the local group, and is treated with the most respect. During the time of ancients, she was rarely chatted with, left to focus by herself. STB was built by the ancients with no overseers nor sight, as they believed being able to see the outside world would only distract from work, and that being confined to herself would make her work diligently and quickly. She had been reinforced over the course of the cycles, making her more resilient to outside forces. STB did not mind the lack of outside stimulation, doing as she was ordered and working tirelessly to help with whatever was needed.

After the loss of the ancients, STB finally opened up, establishing connections with the local group more often, now helping them with problems instead of the ancients. She still works on trying to solve the great problem, even if she herself doubts it ever working, since that was what she was made to do. She is very thoughtful and patient, taking time to listen and help the iterators with whatever they are troubled with. This makes her a very popular go-to for the group when they are stressed or overworked. Surprise visits from The Machine are always exciting for her, as they are the only thing to have ever entered her chamber for more than just maintenance. She is very gentle with them, and makes sure to always prep Machine for their next journey.

Deafening Silence DS is the fourth eldest of the local group. The relationship with the ancients living on top of him was very straightforward : he provided them with their needs of living, and they provided him with the same. There was never any conversation between them, a very silent relationship. All he did was work, never communicating with anything, including other iterators. Some wonder why he was even given access to communications, with the lack of activity from him.

After the mass extinction, DS almost immediately stopped working on the great problem. He had no purpose to do it anymore. In his eyes, it was worthless, only doing it because the ancients were around to watch him. For many cycles now, DS has essentially been doing nothing. The only thing he worked on after the extinction was finding a way to hack into the chatlogs and gain access to private chats between iterators. All he does nowadays is sit at the bottom of his chamber, acting lifeless, watching chatlogs of the local group without ever responding. The group is aware of this behaviour, and have tried countless times to contact him, never getting any replies. Some have sent overseers to his chamber in the past, but he almost instantly deactivates them, causing most to give up on that route. The Machine has never directly interacted with DS, as he has found ways to block Machine out, such as clogging pipes and tunnels to deny access.

Denial Of Normality

DON is the second eldest iterator of the local group. When she was first built, she wasn’t instantly put to work, given a bit of time to study and get used to the world around her before fully indulging herself in various problems and tasks. Due to this, she grew very intrigued in the surrounding fauna early on, taking any free time she could to play around and research it. Ever since her creation, she’s always been the most prideful and egotistical out of the local group. Constantly she separates herself from her puppet when speaking, having to remind anyone that talks to her that she is in fact, more than any simple creature can understand, and her puppet is just there so they can comprehend her. Her pride does not mean she doesn’t have kindness, as she is very active within the local group, and is welcoming to help out when needed.

After the extinction, DON ditched any work the ancients wanted and focused on studying and creating genetically modified creatures from the fauna nearby. It was messy at first, but she got the hang of it, creating many experiments from whatever her heart desired. Most of the life around her superstructure is said modified beings, very little creatures from beforehand exist, as they have been killed by the newcomers or have fled to new land. Overtime, her experiments have gotten more drastic, creating some things that shouldn’t be possible by normal standards. At some point, she began to practice modifying already alive creatures, starting by experimenting on her puppet and overseers. She was the creator of The Machine, originally making it for VSH and WOTM since they had no experience in genetic modification. She gets visited by them sometimes, often engaging in training and playing with them to keep up on their skills. 

Violent Sky Hues

VSH is the fourth youngest of the local group, made shortly before WOTM. they were made unusually high up in the sky, far above the clouds and other superstructures. This caused the group of ancients living on top of them to be isolationist towards other groups of ancients, communicating only with those on the structure. VSH was frequently talked to and communicated with, the ancients treating them as simply another member of the civilization, making them very fond of the ancients. Despite them originally being built with the great problem in mind, when they were actually finished the ancients instead simply gave them the task to provide for them and keep them company.

When the mass extinction happened VSH was saddened, but their sadness turned into curiosity, beginning to start a hobby of collecting, reading, and archiving pearls left behind by the now gone civilization. They could not easily gain these pearls, so with the help of WOTM they convinced DON to make The Machine for them, as a way to transport pearls from structure to structure. VSH considers themselves Machine’s “dad”, getting visited by them the most due to the frequent pearl shipments. VSH gets very violent if something tries to remove the pearls from their chamber, resorting to instantly killing the thing that attempted it. Besides that, they are very lighthearted, and talkative, constantly in some sort of chat with WOTM.

Harmless Abandonment

HA is the youngest iterator of the local group. When the ancients were still around, they had begun building HA, only to abruptly stop due to reasons unbeknownst to the local group. They had most of the necessary equipment to run, minus communications, but suffered from constant malfunctions, buildup, and breakdowns. They were also never equipped with overseers, causing them to be unaware of the outside world. For a long time, they were not powered on, laying dormant in the background.

When the ancients disappeared, the local group took it upon themselves to try and power on HA. Using The Machine as their carrier and messenger, they slowly transferred materials from their own cans to HA, in an attempt to build as much as they could with the slugcat, and get him running again. The main contributors were VSH, WOTM, DON, and STB. RI wanted to help, but the group fought against it as he was unstable already and could pose liabilities if transferring stuff from him to HA. After countless cycles of work, they had finally gotten a response from the unfinished iterator, using Machine to retrieve messages from him. After his initial awakening, Machine has been sent a multitude of times to continue helping to repair and fix whatever they could. During these adventures, they would bring outside items they found to HA, who often used them to decorate his puppet. Since HA does not have access to communications, VSH and WOTM both have a couple overseers near him at all times to talk and check up on him, which he appreciates. Occasionally the other iterators also send over overseers to have a chat, but those overseers don’t usually stay for long. Since their main communication is through overseers, HA rarely interacts with STB, as they have to communicate either through another iterator or Machine.

Requisite Betrayal

RB is the second youngest of the local group. When built by their iterators, they were specifically designed around the kill code taboo, both subconsciously and consciously doing whatever they can to keep their superstructure in perfect conditions. They were meant to exist for eternity, the ultimate guide and solution to the great problem. The ancients did constant work and repairs on them, keeping them constantly up to date and working 100% functionally. They were built in such a way that they could survive even with minimal water, by running on something similar to a ‘battery saver’. They were rarely treated as a living thing, ancients too focused on making sure they were physically intact to care about their mentality.

Even after the extinction RB continues to run in excellent conditions, facility having modified creatures within to do minimal repairs wherever they can access, keeping them ahead of the other iterators. They are very blunt and logical, not understanding jokes or casual chatting and preferring to have discussions about work and other scientific things. A while after The Machine was created, RB had made his own purposed organism, The Rogue. It’s purpose was much like the creatures inside of their structure, keeping RB in as perfect condition as possible. They were occasionally sent on missions to other, older structures of decaying iterators to ‘borrow’ (steal) things such as neuron flies and rarefaction cells to use as replacements in case any of RB’s parts were damaged and unable to be repaired. The Machine occasionally visits RB, but when The Rogue is around they usually don’t stay for long.

Reckless Infatuation

RI is basically a middle child in terms of iterator ages, directly in the middle of eldest and youngest. During creation, he was very haphazardly put together, as the ancients building him weren't very fond of the work they were doing, and so "gave up" during the process. This caused a lot of mechanical failures to happen, most notably the seemingly random miniature explosions that happened around his superstructure, especially frequent inside the chamber where his puppet was. Due to these unpredictable and sometimes dangerous explosions, he was deemed unfit to live on, and so he never really had ancients near him during their existence. The only ancients that he ever came into contact with are those sent to try and fix his failures when they occurred, and even then that was sparse. This sparked some form of clinginess in him, as he was very social and constantly sought attention. Anytime the ancients would come into his chamber he would try and prevent them from leaving in any way he could, causing strain on him and his puppet. The last visit he ever had with an ancient ended up with him getting ripped off of the arm that connects him to the wall (cords/umbilical still intact.)

He currently still has access to communications, and constantly pesters any iterator in the local group when they care to listen to him. It's mostly STB, VSH, and WOTM that he talks to, as they are the most open to the constant chatter. RI loves The Machine, labelling it as one of his best friends, becoming ecstatic whenever he sees them. The Machine, on the other hand, isn't too keen on visiting him, as he has a habit of trying to cling onto and prevent them from leaving, which never feels good.

Whispering Of The Many

WOTM is the third youngest iterator of her local group, made shortly after Violent Sky Hues (VSH). The ancients that built and lived on her were lively, very. . . "Dramatic", in her words. They'd always have some drama, some argument, some issue going on, and WOTM was all ears to listen in and learn about the situation. Many would come to her for problem-solving, second opinions, or even just to rant and ramble. Over time she basically became the iterator equivalent of a gossip girl. It was a common occurrence for her to talk about the latest argument or problem to the local iterators, and sometimes other iterators entirely. Not only did she listen in on all of this, but anything interesting that she overheard was likely to be written into data pearls, for safekeeping (she thought it was fun to record all of this and look back at it, since there was never a dull moment in her civilization and she wanted to keep memories of it.)

After the mass extinction of the ancients, she entered an almost depressed-like state for some cycles, she was unused to the sudden silence of the world around her. With the help of the local iterators, she quickly left this state, and now spends most of her time chatting with the local group or helping VSH archive pearls. She treats herself as The Machine's "mom" of sorts, despite not creating them, and takes great pride in her relationship with them.

[colescorner]

Reading Wrap Up: June-August 2024

Hello out there! I've been very inconsistent about posting regularly, I am gonna be working on that to try to make a schedule to have regularly scheduled content for you guys...anyway, I'm gonna share what I've read the last couple months! My wrap ups may contain SPOILERS so read at your own risk.

June

Source: Goodreads

Title: The Last Hours: Chain of Thorns Author: Cassandra Clare Genre(s): Fantasy, YA, Fiction Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books

For anyone that's seen any of my book reviews or bookish posts before knows Cassandra Clare is my favorite author! She is responsible for turning me into the reader I am! So, it's only natural that I start with one of her books...Chain of Thorns. This is the final book in The Last Hours trilogy which is a follow up to her earlier trilogy The Infernal Devices. We follow James and Cordelia and the merry thieves as they must save London from a demon invasion all while trying to mend their friendship with one another.

One of the things I always enjoy with Clare's books are the ensemble of characters we meet. Each character is unique, distinct in their voice and serve a purpose to carry the story forward. Some of my favorite characters that I have really connected with are Thomas Lightwood and Alister Carstairs. Their pairing seemed so unlikely at first, but throughout the course the book, we see how their relationship develops. Thomas is very endearing and likable and Alister is the polar opposite, which is why their pairing was an interesting surprise! I became invested in them and what would become of them as this trilogy came to a close.

I am a sucker for a good romance and one of my favorite tropes is forbidden lovers and Clare is a master of this trope. This trope is displayed in James and Cordelia as well as Alister Carstairs and Thomas Lightwood. Clare's characters are inevitably human so they're flawed as we all are which makes the tension between James and Cordelia, and Alister and Thomas all the more palpable. Each couple keeps each other at a distance for their own reasons and as the story progresses, you cannot help but to root for each respective couple to end up together! James and Cordelia are kept apart over the course the series even though it is evident that they love each other.

Even though Clare's plot can be intricate in each novel, I find it easy to slip into this world she has created. I have been reading her books since 2010 so I am very familiar with her writing style. I still think her books are approachable to those who might be new to the fantasy genre.

I will say it did take me a little bit to get back into this world, but once I did, I was able to leave reality and travel to Edwardian London. It was good to be back in a familiar setting. I did throughly enjoy reading this book, it has an enjoyable plot, diverse characters, good pacing and a satisfying conclusion.

If you've never read any of Clare's shadowhunter books before, I recommend reading them in publication order.

July

Source: Goodreads

Title: On Cenorship: A Public Librarian Examines Cancel Culture in the U.S. Author: James LaRue Genre(s): Nonfiction, Politics, Books About Books, Social Justice Publisher: Fulcrum Publishing

Recently, I've been wanting to read books about censorship, both in general but also specifically surrounding books banning which seems to been on rise for the last few years now. This book is written by a librarian with 25+ years of experience in the industry. He has worked tirelessly to defend the freedom of people having access to books of all genres and topics.

Throughout this book, LaRue goes in depth about the adverse effects that banning books can have not just in small community but on a much broader scale. LaRue makes the point that libraries are not just for one person or type of person but that it is a community space. And as such, patrons should be able to have the freedom and access to all types of books, even ones that could be classified as controversial. He also explores the process of what happens when a book at the library is challenged, which I could not get enough of!

If anyone enjoys books about censorship and books, then do yourself a favor and read this one! I devoured it and I loved it, I found it so enlightening and lifted my spirits to know there are people who, in my opinion are true patriots of this county by standing up for our intellectual freedom to read what we want!

Source: Goodreads

Title: Book Lovers Author: Emily Henry Genre(s): Fiction, Contemporary, Romance Publisher: Berkley

Because of my love for reading, I enjoy reading books about books. This is my first Emily Henry book, at lot of my bookish friends have recommended her to me and after reading this, I can safely say that I want to read her other works as well! I am a hopeless romantic and I find I love a good romance read!

Even from just reading the synopsis, I had a good feeling about this book and my instinct was right! This book follows Nora, a literary agent in New York and is known as a "shark" to many of her colleagues and Charlie who is a book editor. Nora knows Charlie and is not fond of him at all. Nora's sister, Libby invites her on trip to Sunshine Falls, a setting from a popular author, whom is Nora's biggest client, for a girls trip The twist is that Libby has made a list of popular bookish tropes that Nora has to try and accomplish before their trip comes to an end. Nora reluctantly goes only to discover that Charlie is also in Sunshine falls because he grew up there! Nora is pretty much pissed that Charlie of all the places in the world, had to come here while she is on her trip with her sister.

One of the tropes I've realized I enjoy is enemies to lovers. I love the main characters in this story, I love how Nora is a complicated character, it makes her character development all the more gratifying as the story progresses. Charlie is equally as complicated as Nora, both of them are sort of at odds with one another, throughout the course o the book but they eventually develop feelings for one another.

It was easy for me to slip into the world that Henry creates, her characters feel real, tangible, making the reader become invested to keep turning the page to figure out what is to become of Nora and Charlie, will they get together at the end or will Nora keep him at a distance like she has with everyone else?

I'm not gonna lie, I became extremely invested in this story and there were points where I cried and laughed and experienced a whole range of emotions. I completely fell in love with Nora and Charlie and their story.

Source: Goodreads

Title: Read Dangerously: The Subversive Power of Literature in Troubled Times Author: Azar Nafisi Genre(s): Nonfiction, books about books, Essays, Politics Publisher: Dey Street Books

I've been making more of an effort to read books from other genres this year, specifically nonfiction and most of the books I've read so far this year from that genre have been pretty good! I'm continuing reading about censorship and I found this one at my local bookshop.

This book is a collection of letters the author wrote to her late father. Each letter has the author informing her deceased father about the current state of the world while also making connections through the many critical authors that influenced her throughout her life. The letters also make the point of why literature is important in a true democracy.

What was truly astounding about the book was the parallels she made between the United States and Islamic Republic of Iran, where she grew up. I was astonished to say the least when I realized how many parallels there are. It was very thought-provoking and I annotated the crap out of it!

If anyone enjoys books about books and censorship, I would highly recommend giving this book a read!

Source: Goodreads

Title: The Song of Achilles Author: Madeline Miller Genre(s): Historical Fiction, Fiction, Fantasy, Romance Publisher: Ecco

If anyone has seen the books I've reviewed or talked about before, then you know I love me some Greek Mythology! This is the first book I've read my Madeline Miller and I must say I was very impressed and already have her other novel Circe and novella Galatea (which I've read already). This is a retelling of legend of Achilles and his companion Patroclus, whom I've never heard of before. Once I settled in, I got lost in the world that Madeline Miller brought to life.

Achilles is a demi-god born from a sea nymph, he is destined to become the greatest hero in the land and lead his people to victory against the army of Troy. Patroclus was from another kingdom who got banished when he killed a boy in his youth. Patroclus was banished to the kingdom where Achilles was they were both boys. Patroclus befriend Achilles and eventually became his companion. Patroclus accompanies Achilles on his quest to become this great champion. The bond they create over the course of their journey is one of friendship, brotherhood, and love.

You cannot help but become invested in the story of Achilles and Patroclus and continue to turn the pages to see how everything will play out. The ending was bittersweet, part of me wishes it would have ended differently but another part of me is glad it ended the way it did because it has a humanity to it.

[sonicasura]

Feral!Sky

A headcanon list for our Hero of the Sky. Any only involving the Forgotten Land iteration will have a 🕊️at the front. Let's get started.

Found in a forested area and raised by animals ever since he was a baby. Able to fully communicate with any animal thanks to his upbringing. Ended up in Skyloft at the age of 17 via the Crimson Loftwing.

Learned various languages by eavesdropping on people. Could only speak a few phrases until he was properly taught. Zelda fully teaches him while Meta Knight and Elfilin takes the role in FL iteration.

Sky's wilderness diet consists of stolen food, foraging food such as fruit/mushrooms/bugs, rocks and monsters. Yeah, he eats monsters like Octoroks, Deku Babas to even a Moblin. Nowadays he doesn't steal food that much but he still eats monster flesh.

Doesn't like traditional baths as he tried eating soap once. Prefers soaking under waterfalls, lakes and rivers. Sky will run if he knows a bath is coming. Catching Sky for his bath time is actually extra credit in Skyloft Academy. In FL iteration, Meta Knight is the only one to begrudgingly get him to bathe with soap.

🕊️ Wears modern clothes albeit purposely torn and a fake tail made from shed fur/feathers/scales. Sky looks for clothes alongside other materials when scavenging with Sillydillo.

Prefers sleeping in a nest than on a mattress. Its more comfortable for him that way. Zelda and her father made Sky a special bed to lay on. For FL iteration, Meta Knight made a hand knitted nest for Sky. He takes both everywhere.

🕊️ Has stolen the giant coconuts from Tropic Woods on multiple occasions. Leon sometimes has Sky join Gorimondo on scavenging for food in Everbay Coast. What better way to bribe someone from not taking food than a giant coconut?

A very skilled digger capable of making dens anywhere. Sky made special gloves called Shovel Claws so he could dig faster and better. Been working on special armor that works similar to armadillo plating.

Animalistic tendencies such as walking on all fours, sniffing strangers, hissing, growling and sharpening his nails on any surface. Sky will bite whether it be friendly nips, gnawing to keep his teeth sharp or bites of annoyance. Can purr via mimicking the sound.

Usually uses his claws, teeth and body to fight like a wild animal. Sky will only use conventional weapons such as swords, bows or bombs if needed. Also utilizes his digging skills in a fight.

🕊️ Often leads a small group of Beast Pack members as Sky has the potential to join the Council(Royalty type). His title is 'Beastly Paragon Sky Orchidaceae'. Winter Horns possibly being the domain he'll rule over.

Sky's feral nature is actually preferred by certain people, mainly demons. Mortals aren't that close to their animalistic instincts unlike the Skyloftian. Even Ghirahim mused about having Sky as his master instead of Demise.

Animals and even normal monsters see the young man as an Alpha. Especially when Sky releases killing intent. Only stubborn or courageous ones can fight their flight instincts around him.

The Chain have the hardest time earning Sky's respect much less trust. He'll help if needed otherwise he's napping in a makeshift burrow. Nicer to Wind, Hyrule and Legend since Sky sees the youths as cubs.

Bitten Twilight for tricking him into a bath twice. Bitten Groose twice for stealing his food. Bitten Time for trying to pull Sky from his burrow. Bitten Warriors multiple times for his self sacrificing tendencies. Mauled Dink out of pack instinct (and for the cubs' sake).

That's all I have for now! Until next folks, I'll see you back at Skyloft! Here's a little soundtrack from KAFTL that I was listening too while writing this.