#check out koa's post too!

[deathricedrawn]

"Look in the mirror and one thing is sure," (1/2)

[collab with @koallebear ❤️]

Here's the version i made b4 koa's rendering! Just for fun :oD Their part really made it tie together!

If anyone's curious to what the writing on the wall says (from left to right!):

> CALL XXX-XXX-XXX FOR HOTGUY! / dude

> BEWARE THE SCULK / it's sus

> GOD HELP ME / are you alright? / SOMETHING IS WRONG

> I Love Women!! / Me too! ❤️ :o) / ME 3

> Thoughts on Ren the King? / dont like him sry / he stole my diamonds :( / RUDE!

> has something been off with the cleaning lady lately? / dw shes normally like that / Hey! / hi

[elphilim]

>> Slightly negative post & rules update

For anyone who only wants the updated rules here you go:

Smut is from now on cancled completely

Romance will be highly selective and only written with people I know for at least three months

Same goes for verses where Koa is 18-28. This age is only open for people I know for at least three months

I repeat it again: Koa's default age is 9-12. So that's the age I write her if not specifically mentioned otherwise

Please check the ages in my fandom verses, especially my One Piece verse. My One Piece verse is the only verse where I have an exact age written down. I know I have an One Piece thread with Koa where I made her 18+ but this was only an exception. An exception I decided to do out of my own will. The mun didn't asked me to do this so they could ship with my character. This doesn't mean I'll be doing this for everyone, especially if it's clear to me why you asked me to age her up

Under the cut is the reason why I'm getting stricter with my rules and Koa's age.

People just don't want to understand and won't stop sending me messages regarding romance and smut threads. Not even after I told them directly that I don't want to write that, if I don't know the mun behind the character. To make things even worse: After I decided to make Koa's default age 9-12, people told me, not asked me, told me, to age her up so they can romance and bang her...

Honestly, I really have had enough with this... but I also don't want to drop her 18-28 verses. Well at least not yet but I'm so close to doing this and to only write her up to 17 years old max. For now I try to do it this way with closing her 18-28 verses for everyone I don't know for about three months. Let's see if this helps.

Sorry if I come across as mean, but I really need to put my foot down here. I know the right people will understand and accept my decision and I can easily do without the rest. I'm really too old to fight with people in my chat over the fact why I won't write smut or romance with them and to explain to them why and why not.

Yes I made some exceptions in some threads. But I did this out of my own will. No one made me do it or forced me to do it. It was my decision alone. No I won't make an exception for you, only because you asked nicely, and no I won't age Koa up so you can bang her... Honestly, what's wrong with these people? Don't they have anything else in their head than fucking fictional characters?

I have literally only 5 rules, which are mostly the basic rules everyone here on tumblr has, the rest is more like a guidelince so people understand how I handle stuff around here etc.

I'm normally a chill person who doesn't get mad that easily but I get this stuff since november last year and I really had enough <<

[glampingfingerlakes]

The Ultimate Glamping Experience: Discover Watkins Glen, NY and Upcoming Events

Are you tired of the usual camping routine? Do you crave a luxurious escape surrounded by nature's beauty? Look no further than glamping! Combining the best of both worlds—glamour and camping—glamping offers a unique experience for those seeking a touch of luxury while immersing themselves in the great outdoors. In this blog post, we will take you on a virtual journey to Watkins Glen, NY, where glamping meets breathtaking landscapes and unforgettable adventures. We will also explore upcoming events in the area to help you plan your extraordinary glamping getaway. And if you're wondering about camping options with showers nearby, we've got you covered too!

Watkins Glen, NY: A Glamping Paradise 

Nestled in the heart of New York's Finger Lakes region, Watkins Glen boasts stunning natural beauty, making it an ideal destination for glamping enthusiasts. The area is renowned for its picturesque landscapes, including cascading waterfalls, lush forests, and serene lakes. Imagine waking up to the gentle sounds of nature, stepping out of your luxurious glamping accommodation, and being greeted by awe-inspiring vistas. Whether you prefer a cozy yurt, a chic treehouse, or a rustic cabin, Watkins Glen offers a variety of glamping options to suit every taste.

Exploring Watkins Glen State Park 

One of the main attractions in Watkins Glen is the breathtaking Watkins Glen State Park. This natural wonderland features a series of 19 enchanting waterfalls, scenic hiking trails, and captivating rock formations. As you meander along the park's famous Gorge Trail, prepare to be mesmerized by the sheer beauty of nature. The park also hosts various events throughout the year, ranging from guided hikes to educational workshops. Be sure to check the park's official website for information on upcoming events during your visit.

Upcoming Events in Watkins Glen, NY 

For those seeking a bit of adventure and entertainment during their glamping experience, Watkins Glen offers an exciting lineup of upcoming events. From music festivals to wine tastings, there's something for everyone to enjoy. Keep an eye out for the Watkins Glen Waterfront Festival, a delightful celebration of local food, live music, and fun-filled activities for the whole family. Additionally, the Finger Lakes Wine Festival is a must-visit event for wine enthusiasts, featuring tastings from over 90 wineries. These events add an extra touch of vibrancy to your glamping adventure, creating unforgettable memories.

Camping with Showers Near Me 

While glamping often offers luxurious amenities, some individuals still prefer a more traditional camping experience. If you're looking for camping options with showers near Watkins Glen, rest assured that there are several campgrounds in the area that provide convenient facilities. Watkins Glen State Park Campground is an excellent choice, offering well-maintained shower facilities for campers. Additionally, Watkins Glen KOA Campground and Seneca Sol Glamping Retreat are fantastic options that cater to both glampers and campers, providing modern amenities, including showers.

Conclusion: 

If you're ready to embark on an extraordinary glamping adventure, look no further than Watkins Glen, NY. This charming destination offers a perfect blend of natural beauty and luxury, providing a unique experience for glamping enthusiasts. From exploring the awe-inspiring Watkins Glen State Park to indulging in local events and festivals, the possibilities for adventure are endless. So pack your bags, prepare to immerse yourself in nature's wonders, and get ready to create memories that will last a lifetime. Whether you choose glamping or traditional camping with showers nearby, Watkins Glen has everything you need for an unforgettable getaway. Start planning your dream glamping trip today!

[the-seven-deadly-demons]

;; Just gonna make a note here, since it relates to the 7DD %100, but also I need somewhere to write all this down so I don’t forget.

So, I have a tiktok channel for these guys, that.. well, it doesn’t really have any real 7DD content yet, but it is planned as a cosplay/rp channel. As such is the case, I do plan to make merch if the channel gets popular enough. Mostly t-shirts, but probably some figures and small stuff here and there too. Mostly, I’m making this post to write down my ideas for the t-shirts. Just because I think I came up with some good ones, and I don’t want to forget them. So yeah.

— General Group —

Tie-dye t-shirt full rainbow colors, large number 7 in the middle, text around it in a circle saying ‘shall we make a little deal?’

‘The Seven Demons Inn and Tavern, est. 1313’ tavern t-shirt

‘Deadly Sevens; Dealmaker Tour ‘77’, rock band tour t-shirt, cities and dates on the back

— Lux —

Red t-shirt with a fox on it, text above saying ‘Jealous?’, smaller text underneath saying ‘yeah, me too’

— Koa —

Orange t-shirt with an angry jackalope, text above and below saying ‘Don’t give jack sh*t’

Tie-dye orange shirt with a bunny

Orange shirt with a jackalope skull, text saying ‘Bunny Fight Club’

Orange shirt with an angry bunny wearing boxing gloves, text saying ‘I’ll show you ‘hunny bunny’!’

Orange tie-dye shirt with a jackalope lifting weights, text saying ‘ready to get jacked!!’

Orange tank top with a martial arts warrior bunny, text on the front saying ‘Round One: FIGHT!’, text on the back saying ‘Come back when you’re actually a threat.’, alternative text on the back: ‘too easy’, ‘was that really your best?’, ‘what a disappointment’, ‘over already?’, ‘well, that was embarrassing’, ‘not bad, now for round two!’

— Cyrus —

Yellow shirt with a monkey in a top hat, text saying ‘it’s showtime’

Yellow shirt with a teacup and a top hat, text saying ‘Classy’

Yellow tie-dye shirt with a top hat and cane, text saying ‘yes, I know I’m wonderful’

Yellow splatter tie-dye shirt with a fancy monkey, text saying ‘take pride in a little monkey business’

Yellow shirt with a violin and a wine bottle (with a monkey on the label), text saying ‘oh darling, please. It’s called vintage.’

Yellow shirt with a top hat and tea set, text saying ‘high class vintage’

— Rex —

Green shirt with a grinning dragon mouth and dragon claws, text saying ‘Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!’, dragon wings on the back

Green shirt with a dragon on a pillow hoard, text saying ‘no, I don’t share’

Green tie-dye shirt with a dragon ‘stealing’ the dye off the shirt

Green tie-dye shirt with a dragon reading a checklist, checklist on the back, text on list saying ‘that stuff, this stuff, his stuff, her stuff, their stuff, my stuff, your stuff’ and all are checked off with ‘mine’ except for ‘your stuff’ with a scribbled note next to it saying ‘soon’

Green shirt with a dragon sitting on piles of treasure, text above saying ‘oh this? no, this is mine’, text below saying ‘what do you mean ‘did I steal it?’ It’s mine!’

— Skye —

Blue shirt with a teddy bear, text saying ‘Sorry, but I can’t cancel on my date’

Blue tie-dye shirt with a sleeping bear, text saying ‘Shh! I’m hibernating’

Blue shirt with a grumpy bear, text saying ‘I cancelled my nap for this?’

Blue shirt with a bear passed out (only showing the butt) and a spilled coffee mug, text saying ‘no coffee, only sleep’

Blue tie-dye shirt with a sleepy bear holding a net, text saying ‘well, those z’s aren’t going to catch themselves’

Blue shirt with a bear wearing an eye mask, text saying ‘Nap Time’

— Nezza —

Indigo shirt with a coiled snake, text saying ‘you wouldn’t like me when I’m hungry’

Indigo shirt with a snake checking a watch, text below saying ‘what’s the time?’, checklist on back saying: breakfast, snack, second breakfast, snack again, brunch, also snack, lunch, more snack, luncheon, “linner”, another snack, tea time, dinner, supper, dessert, second dessert, second dinner, bedtime snack, midnight snack’

Indigo tie-dye shirt with a happy snake wearing a kerchief/bib and holding a fork, text saying ‘Soup’s on!’

— Bel —

Violet shirt with kisses, text saying ‘hey, sexy~’

Violet tie-dye shirt with a flirty purple eagle, text saying ‘don’t hate me, I’m just beautiful’

Violet shirt with a big purple kiss, text saying ‘kiss kiss, darling~!’

[imadontstopacoustic]

go send my baby some love and stream her new single ‘sorry’

[faintvibes]

Oh, it's been another four hours, huh? Hm.

Well, I've fucking finished it. After way too long (12 hours?? I've been AWAKE that long today??) I can no longer think of anything more to add to the google earth project. Now I just need to. Design the characters. And plan out the story beyond the starting point. I'm sure I will be normal about these things as well.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...

Fuck it I put literally half a day into this.

If you're interested in the au, here's the link to the project. The different locations have info about parts of the story and the history of related characters. The link lets you view the project, but not edit. It may be halfway incomprehensible, but that's because I am SO fucking tired rn. No proof-checking, sleep is seconds from claiming me. Also I don't live in 100% of these places so if something sounds off, tell me and I'll adjust it to fit. Same with timeline inconsistencies. General questions are also welcome. Expect no answers soon though I am crashing immediately after posting this.

Names:

England: Arthur Kirkland-Bonnefoy France: Francis Kirkland-Bonnefoy USA: Alfred F Jones (the F initially stood for Franklin, but he changed it to Fuck- a relic from the rebellious phase) Canada: Madeline Williams (fake name. Actual legal name is Madeline Bonnefoy) Seychelles: Michelle Esparon Australia: Koa Kirkland-Bonnefoy NZ: Aria Kirkland-Bonnefoy Japan: Kiku Honda Prussia: Gilbert Beilschmidt Germania: Almaric Edelstein Germany: Ludwig Beilschmidt Austria: Roderich Edelstein Switzerland: Basch Zwingli Lichtenstein: Lili Zwingli Scotland: Alistair Kirkland Rep. of Ireland: Patrick Kirkland Wales: Dylan Kirkland Nth. Ireland: Amy Brick (née Kirkland) Ancient Britain: Brighid Kirkland

I think that's all of them- other named characters aren't meant to represent any nations, they're just characters. Welcome to name suggestions, since very few of these are solid in my mind. Also, because this is a human au, the characters are at least partially from the country they represent, but usually not fully. E.g. NZ is partially Māori, but because she spent the majority of her life in the U.S, foster system, you can bet that she's got some heritage in the good ol' states as well.

[captiveprinceanonymous]

Hello Captive Prince fandom! 

We think it's a good idea for there to be a space for fans to speak openly about both the Captive Prince series and fandom without having it tied to their names/blogs. So we've decided to create an submissions blog for exactly that! This blog is 100% anonymous and will always stay that way, and all fans' opinions/takes/statements are accepted and posted, regardless of whether mods agree with the submission. If you’re not happy with this blog, feel free to block the tag #capri anonymous. If there is a specific subject or character you don’t want to see posts about, please block that specific tag. We tag our posts with unique tags (lamen = ldvdoa, captive prince discord server = cpd) so you won’t be sacrificing seeing other fandom posts by filtering out these. To see how posts are tagged, check out our Navigation page.  We do our best to tag every post, but please send us an ask or message if we miss one.

If you'd like to make a submission, please keep these things in mind:

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[bibbawrites]

Papa’s Birthday - a Single Dad!Charlie short blurb

THIS IS A PART OF THE SINGLE DAD!CHARLIE SERIES, YOU CAN FIND THE OTHER PARTS HERE

Summary: set on Owen’s birthday 2021, Charlie and Margaux head to Oklahoma for Owen’s birthday and Charlie gives Owen some big news

Warnings: none other than a very annoying absence of any real information as to what the news is 

A/N: so its owen’s birthday and i wrote this, i was aiming for more but this was as good as i could do with the curse that is writers block (this took me almost 11 hours to write so thats fun haha)  i almost didnt post it cause it really is just a big teaser that something is coming in the main series but i figured if i’d spent all that time on it i may as well just chuck it out there even though its shit lol 

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes @towheadblonde​ @youngbloodblog​ @courageous-she​ @littlemissaddict​ @gloomybrieyxb​ @itsyagorlemmalyn @jatpxmultifan​ @moneybagmarvel​ @emeliii1​ @mybradforddream​ (the strike through means it wont let me tag you)

Margaux ran ahead, counting the doors as she went, stopping when she got to the sixth door on the right to check that Charlie was behind her. 

“This one?” She questioned, and he nodded, hands full of their bags and presents for Owen’s birthday, and Koa’s leash wrapped around his wrist. 

“Do I knock?” Margaux asked. 

“Yep, knock nice and hard.” Charlie prompted and Margaux obeyed, hitting the door as hard as she could with her tiny fist. Charlie grinned at the look of determination on her face for such a small task. 

The door opened to reveal Luka, a smile appearing on her face when she realised who was there. 

“Luka!” Margaux squealed, throwing herself at the blonde. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too.” Luka replied, squeezing the four year old tightly, before standing up and smiling at Charlie. 

“Hey Luka.” He greeted. 

“Hey Charlie, come in. Mum and Owen are in the kitchen.” Luka said, moving back, to let Charlie and Koa in before she shut the door, Margaux vibrating with excitement beside her. Once the door was shut Luka held out her hand for Margaux to take, leading the four year old to the kitchen as Charlie and Koa trailed behind them. 

“Owen, you’ve got guests.” Luka called, and Owen looked up, grinning when he spotted Charlie and Margaux. 

Margaux let go of Luka’s hand, running over to Owen excitedly. 

“Papa! Happy birthday.” She exclaimed. 

“Thank you darling.” Owen picked her up, smiling as she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly. 

Charlie placed the bags down on the couch and letting Koa off his leash before stepping over to Owen, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. 

“Happy birthday O.” He said softly. Owen smiled. 

“They know.” He whispered, as Margaux squirmed out of his grip to greet Owen’s mother. 

“So I can give you a proper kiss then?” Charlie replied, and Owen grinned, nodding. Charlie smiled, leaning in and kissing Owen softly. 

“Who’s hungry?” Owen’s mother asked, and Charlie pulled away from Owen quickly, making Owen grin. 

“Me!” Margaux giggled. 

“How about we order some lunch then? And then do presents and cake afterwards.” Owen suggested, leaning back in to Charlie. Everyone agreed, and Luka set out to call the local Chinese restaurant to get some food, as Charlie settled into the feeling of having Owen back in his arms as Margaux rambled to anyone who would listen about some cows she had seen on the drive to Oklahoma. 

This was where they were supposed to be. 

- 

After a full day of celebrating with Owen’s family, Charlie and Owen finally got a moment alone, after Owen’s mother and sister had gone home, and Margaux was fast asleep in her bed, with Koa and Cruzy curled up with her. 

Owen left the living room to grab them both a drink and Charlie knew that it was time to give Owen his most important present. Owen re-entered the room, holding a glass of wine out to Charlie, who took it gratefully before smiling. 

“I have one last present for you.” He said, handing Owen a small envelope. 

Owen frowned, sitting down next to Charlie and opening the envelope and pulling out the small card. He opened it up, reading the writing on the inside, his jaw dropping when he finished, eyes filled with tears. 

“Really?” He questioned, his voice cracking. Charlie nodded, grinning widely. 

“Really.” He repeated. Owen stared at him, clearly scanning his face for any sign that Charlie could be lying to him. 

“You’re not joking?” He checked. Charlie laughed. 

“Do you think I’d joke about this?” He questioned. Owen shook his head, his eyes falling back onto the card in his hand, staring at the image tucked into the card. 

“No. I just can’t...” He trailed off. “Char. This is massive.” 

“I know.” Charlie grinned, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on Owen’s lips. “I know.” 

[vintagedolan]

hiraeth part four - magnanimity

Koa almost didn’t make it to her senior prom. 

Not the day of though. No, Kahua was waiting patiently by the door ready for her to come around the corner from her small bedroom in her dress, right on time.

That dress - that was the reason she almost didn’t go.

It wasn’t anything that special, really. It was a light green that complimented her rich skin tone, hugged her in all the right places and made her feel confident from the moment she tried it on in the store with her friends. 

The price tag had her putting it right back onto the rack, trying to convince herself it wasn’t as pretty as it really was. So she spent the rest of her shopping trip in the clearance section, trying to look at the various colored fabric through her rose colored glasses that she used to get through most of her days. 

When she got home, her father was waiting for her with the widest smile on his face. In his hands, was the tip jar from the boat. Nahele had decorated it when he was younger, and the paint was faded on the outside, the shaka barely even visible. But Koa wasn’t looking at the glass. She was looking through it, at all the small crumpled bills that filled it up to the brim.

“I’ve been saving them. I wanted you to be able to get a nice dress for your dance.”

She’d never seen the look of pride in his eyes shine so bright. 

She took the jar with tears in her eyes, and that was the day she swore she’d never accept a gift so big again. 

But Grayson Dolan didn’t know about that. In fact, he didn’t really know anything about her, other than the fact that she was late. 

Quietly on his phone, without a mention to anyone else, he checked the bus routes. 10 minutes behind schedule.

Sure enough, at 11:10 Koa was at the gate, waiting for him to let her in. Her hair was frizzy again, and she seemed even more nervous and frazzled than the last time she was there. She had a notebook tucked in her arm, with three different colored pens shoved in the spirals.

He opened the door for her, and she stepped into the air conditioning with a deep breath of relief.

“Sorry I’m late. Before you start telling me how much you hate me, can I use your bathroom?”

Grayson knew why she needed it; he knew why she took her bag with her too. He almost said something but he bit his tongue, rolled his eyes a bit at her dig and pointed her to the guest bathroom in the hall.

He wasn’t supposed to know. In all honesty, the fact that he did know was creepy, even though he hadn’t meant to notice the box in her hands at the bus stop. So instead, he leaned up against the island and waited for her to come back, running over what he wanted to say in his head.

She came back out quickly - she’d pulled her hair up into a bun, with a few stray curls falling down around her temples. He couldn’t tell if it was black or dark brown in the lighting of the kitchen, but it complemented her tan skin well as she settled into one of the chairs. 

“Alright, lay it on me, what’s up.” Koa opened up her notebook and picked out a black pen, clicking it open before she looked up. 

Grayson had forgotten his question.

“Do you want - uh, are you thirsty? We’ve got uh -” He walked over to the fridge to stall, opening it up to realize that they definitely needed to go to the grocery. “Uh, we have water. That’s it though.”

Koa raised an eyebrow, but bit her tongue. “Yeah, water would be good. Thanks.”

He poured her a glass, sliding it across the counter.

“We’ve got straws too, if you want. Reusable though. Save the turtles.”  

“Spoken like a true marine conservationist.” In that moment, Koa thought of home, and her father, probably out prepping his boat for a morning tour. 

The silence was thick, and she sighed as she put the straw down into her glass.

“Grayson.”

“Hmm?”

“You wanted to have a meeting. So... you gonna tell me why I’m here?”

He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, and then he relaxed his shoulders.

“I was a bit of a dick to you the other day. And I wanted to apologize for that. That’s not who I am, and you didn’t deserve that. So, sorry.”

The knot in Koa’s gut loosened just a fraction.

“Accepted. I get that it’s a big ask, having someone write a book about you.”

“Yeah, I’m still not thrilled on the idea. But I should have at least given you the chance to pitch your idea for it before I shut you down. I’ve had that done to me, and it’s shitty. So I guess I’m wanted you to come over so I could hear your pitch.” 

Koa froze. 

She hadn’t really thought that far.

“I... well I didn’t really make a pitch. It’s not really supposed to be a me thing. It’s an us thing. I’m just here to put what you want into a book... into book form. If that makes sense.” 

“Yeah no, I get that. Guess we’ll have to see if Ethan’s got any ideas cause I haven’t really thought that far.”

Silence fell again, and their eyes met. She looked just as nervous as she had sitting at the bus stop, and it made Grayson frown.

“It sounds like you care about the environment, you know, with all this.” Koa picked her straw up and let it clink back down.

“That’s an understatement,” Grayson chuckled, scratching at the back of his neck. But he soon realized his joke didn’t land, his eyes going a bit wide. Had she not seen any of their podcast videos on veganism? Conservation? What about all the posts on their instagrams?

“You really don’t know anything about me do you?”

It came out stronger than he meant it to, and he wished he could take it back. 

“Well you haven’t really given me the chance to get to know you. But that’s something else we could write about. Boundaries.” 

Sledge rounded the corner with his tail wagging and a squeaky toy in his mouth, bringing it up to Koa and dropping it by her feet. She smiled down at him and picked it up, wiggling it around and faking him out a few times before she tossed it down the hallway.

“I guess this wasn’t the most productive of meetings. If you wanna write a book about twins, you kinda need both parts huh.” She laughed to herself, patting her legs until Sledge came back to her. She ruffled his fur, watching his ears flop around in the most adorable way. 

It made Grayson smile - it was the first time he’d heard her laugh. It was deeper than he expected; a peaceful sound. 

“Yeah, I should have thought about that. I appreciate you coming though, I know it’s not easy for you to get out here. I was actually gonna ask you about that.” 

She stopped petting the dog for a moment, brushing her hair behind her ear so she could see him.

“What do you mean? Ask me about what?”

“I was gonna talk to Ethan about it first, but I’m sure he wouldn’t care. If you wanna borrow a car while you’re working with us, that’s fine. I mean, you’d have to pay for gas and stuff but it would make it easier for you to get from your place to here.” 

She sat up slowly. 

In the back of her mind, she heard her brother. He was one of the only people who ever really got to see her so angry. If he were there, if he could see her face, she knew how he’d describe her. Pele. The Hawaiian goddess of lava, fire. 

You knew better than to anger her. 

Koa felt it bubbling up inside of her, a mixture of hot anger and burning embarrassment that tinged her brown skin pink all the way to her ears.

“I don’t need charity from anyone, especially��not you.” 

Grayson balked, and then he was backpedaling.

“Koa, I didn’t mean it like that. That’s not what I meant, I just wanted to help. I... I saw you at CVS the other night, at the bus stop.”

“Oh so you’re stalking me now? Great. Awesome. Not creepy at all.”

“No, it was just - I was at Monty’s, I just wanted to make sure you got on the bus okay. They aren’t always the safest, and-”

“I handled myself just fine before you, I sure as fuck don’t need a man looking out for me. I can take care of myself.”

“Koa, please-”

She was already packing her things, shoving her pen behind her ear and snatching up her notebook as she headed for the door.

Ethan appeared around the corner of the house, his smile radiating towards her through the front door.

When she swung it open, he was beaming.

“Hey you! I didn’t know you were gonna be here today, what’s up?”

“I was just leaving.” 

His smile disappeared quickly, and his eyes flickered to Grayson automatically.

“Oh? Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine. Next time you schedule a meeting, give me a 15 minute arrival window. My ride isn’t the most reliable.” 

“Uh... what?”

She felt her tears prickling behind her eyes against her will, nose burning hot deep in her nostrils as she fought them.

“Just ask your brother. He can tell you all about it.”

[seasonofthewicth]

hellas in a handbasket

Thanks to Hannah (@cicada-bones) for planting the idea in my mind of what could have been in store for Lorcan and Aelin post-koa, and also for the title. 

5 times Rowan finds drunken Aelin and Lorcan causing trouble + 1 time he gets them started. post-koa aelorcan bonding. (4.7k)

prompts used

-- 

Lord Lorcan Lochan, she still laughs every time she hears his name, is not her favourite person. He is her favourite person, however, to beat at cards. 

Aelin isn’t sure how they ended up here, just the two of them. He and Elide are visiting from Perranth on ‘official business’ which she knows is just code for visiting their friends. Aelin has loved having Elide here; she missed out on so much time with Elide in the years they were apart, and she takes every chance she can to see her now that Terrasen has begun to settle and rebuild. 

She’s not sure what time Elide drifted off to bed, and she knows Rowan’s meeting with the Ambassador from Wendlyn is likely to run long, but she hadn’t expected herself to end up here, in a booth in the back corner of a small, dark tavern in Orynth with Lorcan. 

Their relationship is… better than it was. Better than when they first met and he had hated her with a burning passion for stealing Rowan away, better even than when he had begrudgingly sworn the blood oath to her on that small boat just over a year ago. 

That said, it doesn’t stop him from slurring, “You’re a fucking bitch.”

He swipes a hand over the back of his mouth, wiping away any droplets of the ale left in his thick stubble. She frowns in disgust. 

“Speak for yourself,” She says properly, looking back down to where she’s spread her winning hand on the sticky tabletop. “It’s not my fault you’re awful at this game.”

He offers her a sarcastic smile, unamused as always at her sense of humour. 

“I could always make you win,” She says, all too sweetly. “Deal another round.” 

With a gentle tug on the blood oath between them she cocks her head at him. Lorcan bears his teeth but gathers the cards up to deal again, unable to fight the order, no matter how small. 

Aelin leans back in her seat, smiling slightly, as he flips the cards neatly into two piles in front of them. 

She revels in the fact that she never normally has to use the pull of the oath, confident in the devotion Rowan, Aedion and Fenrys offer her without question- well, without serious question. None of them are inclined to bite their tongue if they ever disagree with her, but still, she never feels the need to use it. 

She wants to with Lorcan sometimes, simply just to wind him up, but Rowan always seems to catch her mid thought and raises a silver eyebrow. 

It’s always some version of causing trouble again, Fireheart?

She only ever answers yes. 

She picks up her cards, and grins over the top of them at Lorcan, who is already scowling at her and then back down at his cards. It really is just luck how she keeps winning, but he doesn’t need to know that. Let him believe she’s a cheat, Aelin doesn’t care, she will empty his pouch of gold by the end of the night. 

She tosses a card down onto the table and takes another swig of her ale as Lorcan frowns at the card she has put down. His knee begins bouncing under the table and she knows she’s won again already. 

She bites her lip to try and stop the cunning grin from spreading across her face, but from the dark rumbling sensation she feels stirring it doesn’t work. He picks the card up and throws down one of his own, and as if by magic, it’s the card she needs. 

With half a thought she decorates her brow with a glowing circlet of fire and Lorcan throws his cards onto the table with a growl. The rumbling grows louder, and the tavern seems to darken. 

She has half a mind to look around and check none of the other patrons have noticed, she knows they will have, but winding Lorcan up is worth the tongue-lashing she’ll get from the Lords of Terrasen about her un-queen-like behaviour. 

In a second though the darkness is gone, and the crown of flame atop her head is put out. The scent of pine and snow fills her and she settles into the presence of her mate. 

“You two,” Rowan starts, “Are causing a little bit of a commotion.”

He’s smiling at them though as he approaches, his sharp canines shining in the dim light, so she knows they’re not in trouble. 

“She started it,” Lorcan mutters and she laughs in his face. 

Rowan only sighs, the sound of someone tired of playing mediator, but he signals to the barkeep for another round and takes the seat next to her, picking up the discarded cards to shuffle for another round. 

-- 

Lorcan knows he has mellowed in the past year or so. The release from the torment that was serving under Maeve, and the torturous longing that came with it, was more than a weight off his shoulders. 

But he maintains that he still hates Aelin Galathynius, or whatever the far too long string of words her name is. He hates her. 

“You know this is a bad idea,” He says as he strides into the small study he knows she works in in the cold of a winter afternoon.

The fire is burning bright in the fireplace, but the carefully arranged stack of wood doesn’t seem to char, and he scowls even more. 

She turns a clearly fake look of innocence onto him, “What is, my darling blood-sworn?”

He hates that too, hates that he is sworn to her and her country, as if she hasn’t already won everything else in her pathetically short life, she’s won him too. Even if a small part of him reluctantly respects her for the way she runs her court. 

The oath is to protect and serve Terrasen, not her, and he can feel it in his blood. Without it he would protect Elide until his dying breath, and even then he’d go down fighting, but the openness of this oath, the freedom it allows him, is refreshing. And he’ll never admit it, to anyone, but he’s proud to serve Terrasen. 

“This,” He says and holds up the proposal she had drafted for the arrangements for the court to travel to the witch territory. He doesn’t want to see that other bitch-queen either, but Elide is excited, so he’ll put up and shut up. 

She stands, the loose cotton of her dress unrolling as she glides over to a drinks tray in the corner of the room. 

“Take a seat,” is all she says. 

She doesn’t use the oath, and he appreciates how little she does, but he would have expected it at something as small as that. She likes to use it on him just when she knows it will rile him the most, on stupid shit that she knows he’ll do anyway, with or without the tug deep within him. 

He almost deliberates over it, but decides ultimately it isn’t worth it. Young she may be, but the queen in front of him can put a male in his place. 

She hands the small glass, with an inch of a brown spirit in the bottom, to him as she takes her own seat opposite him. 

“So?” She raises an eyebrow as she curls up opposite him, taking a sip of her own drink. 

“So you need to redo it all.” 

He has trained for centuries for how to navigate these things. This stupid young girl knows nothing. She only smirks at him over the rim of his glass, and he curses himself for what he’s about to say next. 

He tosses the piece of parchment across the floor between them and it flutters to the ground. “I added my suggestions for what would work better.”

The way she balances her chin on her fist, with the corners of her lips pulled upwards, tells him he’s fallen right into her trap. She knows the plans were bullshit, she just also knows he would plan it far better than she would. 

“Bitch,” He curses but she only smirks. 

“You’re centuries old, do you not know any other words? Bitch is so old by now.”

He draws up a tiny reel of his power, Whitethorn would skin him if he touched a pretty hair on the head of his mate, but it still feels good to do it. 

“Bitch,” is all he says as he sends the tendril of his power over to her. 

“Dog,” She snarks back as he feels the warmth of flame across his brow. She didn’t even have to blink to throw it at him, and he dulls the part of his brain that is impressed at her skill. 

His next retort is on the tip of his tongue as he realises he’s actually having fun messing with her. She can give as good as she gets, and she doesn’t roll her eyes and refuse to bite the way Whitethorn would, doesn’t take it too far the way the young wolf would. 

“You’re scaring the staff.” Whitethorn’s voice is amused as it drifts in from the doorway where he leans, broad arms crossed over his chest, pulling against the deep green tunic he wears. 

He hadn’t realised how dark he had let it get, or how warm the queen had managed to make it. 

“It’s all him,” she says, as her mate comes to rest by her side. 

Rowan brings a hand up to lightly stroke a path down her back, and Lorcan thinks it’s nice to see Whitethorn so happy. Gods, he’s getting soft in his old age, but maybe Elide has shown him it is more than okay to feel this way. 

He’ll pretend that isn’t another thing he owes to the Queen of Terrasen. 

-- 

Aelin likes messing with Lorcan, loves it even, but honestly, this time was an accident. 

She probably didn’t need to invite Elide and Lorcan on their trip to the Southern Continent but she thinks she deserves the trip, and the sunlight. Perranth is known for the rain and she knows that no matter how much Elide loves to be home she doesn’t love the rain. 

She doesn’t give a shit how Lorcan feels, but where Elide goes, he goes. 

And maybe that’s a lie, maybe she’s glad he’s here too, and not just for Rowan. Maybe she enjoys it when they end up just the two of them, drinking and talking shit. Maybe she knew exactly what would happen when she asked everyone if they fancied a drink and Lorcan was the only one up for it. 

She’d rather burn all her favourite gowns than tell him that though. 

Aelin hadn’t meant for the fighter to overhear her comment to Lorcan while they watched the street fight from a distance. They were beginning to make their way back to the palace after drinking their fill in one of the taverns nearby. 

“Trust me, you could beat him blindfolded,” she had said, slapping the back of her hand against his chest. 

“Shut up,” He had all but growled, barely in the mood to play tonight, still grouchy from his inability to sleep during their journey across the sea. 

Apparently she had spoken too loudly for them to go undetected and the organiser had called out to them. 

“You don’t trust her?” He had asked, his accent twisting around the words.

Aelin doesn’t know how he knew to use the common tongue, maybe something about them stood out in the crowd. Maybe Lorcan’s height or the dark energy that emanates from him at all times. 

She’s hoping the hood of her cloak hides her identity, hopes it hides the bright gold of her hair, and keeps it a secret that the Queen of Terrasen is hidden away in the crowd, watching this street fight unfold. 

Lorcan had only snorted and replied, “Our friendship is purely built on lies, I second guess everything she says.”

She had smacked him again as the organiser proposed his challenge to Lorcan, but she couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed at his choice of words. Friendship.  

She should have put an end to it there, and when Rowan asks, she tried, but she couldn’t resist poking Lorcan when the challenge was made.

Now he stands in the centre of the crowd, knees bent and fists raised in front of himself. She wasn’t serious about the blindfold, but apparently the townspeople were. The man strikes and Lorcan blocks, the smile still not leaving his face. She shouts a taunt and he flips the finger in her general direction. The man uses it as an opportunity to strike, but Lorcan doesn’t miss it. 

He uses an arm to block the man’s blow and uses his leg to trip the man’s feet out from under him. The man hits the ground with an oof and Lorcan tugs the blindfold off. Game over. 

This street fight isn’t the same level as the ones in the pits that Arobynn challenged her to fight in. She would have never put Lorcan forward if it was. It might be questionable for a queen and one of her blood-sworn to be here, but it’s still technically legal. She’s tipsy, not stupid.

Lorcan sketches a mocking bow to the crowd and she cheers as a strong arm wraps around her waist and the warmth of her mate appears at her back. She leans back into him automatically and he presses a kiss to the crown of her head. 

“I take it, this is your doing?” He asks, his tone bright with amusement.

She knows he used to be concerned about her relationship with his former commander, knows it used to worry him how they were at each other's throats, and she’ll never forget the look on his face when Lorcan had a blade to her throat that day in Rifthold. She’s confident he knows they’re settled now. 

She turns in his arms to look up to his face in the dark. 

How could you assume such a thing? She raises a brow, but beneath the cloak he probably can’t see. 

All she can make out beneath his own hood is the shine of his fangs through his smile and the etchings of his tattoo across the lower planes of his handsome face. 

Because it’s you. He leans down to press the briefest of kisses to her lips. And him. 

She only shrugs, she can’t deny the regularity at which she ends up in situations like this with Lorcan. She can’t deny enjoying them either. 

-- 

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard?”

Lorcan knows he’s over five centuries old, but he has downed enough ale that he doesn’t care as he leans over to the young Queen of Terrasen, close enough to get in her space and risk rubbing his rough beard across her skin.

She isn’t amused, the fire of her temper already prompting beads of sweat down the back of his neck.

“I want to burn that animal off your face.”

Lorcan laughs far too loudly, and he’s vaguely aware of some of the young sentries at the nearest table looking over with concern, before quickly emptying the table at the dark sound erupting from his chest. 

“So touchy today, been a while without Whitethorn has it?”

Something flickers in her unusual eyes at the mention of her King-Consort, her mate, and his trip to Adarlan. The striking contrast of the blue and gold is something he has always found intriguing about the Ashryvers of Wendlyn. Meeting the queen and the pain in his arse that is her cousin quickly ended his curiosity. 

He’s struck, deep and low in his chest, at the thought of the General, and his father who Lorcan served beside for hundreds of years. Gavriel. He thinks about the male often, misses him every day in ways that he hadn’t thought himself capable of. 

The tribute to the Lion of Doranelle that now stands in Orynth is something he takes time to visit everytime he comes to Terrasen. He has to give the Queen that, it’s a beautiful statue, and paints Gavriel in the light he deserves. 

He shakes himself, he’s a fucking morose drunk sometimes. Gavriel wouldn’t want him here moping. 

Aelin seems to do the same, ready to fight fire with fire. “I know what you and Elide got up to last night, in my castle I might add, so I’m surprised you’re still so tightly wound. Struggles performing, old man?”

“Fuck you,” He says but he’s grinning at the blonde woman staring him down. He finally knows by now that the twist of her mouth isn’t anger, she’s trying to hold back her own laughter. 

He brings a hand up to poke her on the nose, but she bats it away before he can get there. Shit, maybe he’s had more to drink than he thought. 

“That’s not my job,” She grins at him and he throws his head back to laugh. 

“You’re disgusting,” He tells her, barely holding down the urge he has to yank on her braid. 

She just grins up at him and takes a very un-royal swig of her ale, before slamming the tankard back down on the table beside them. 

“I’m not sure I want to know what this is about,” His wife’s voice sounds behind him and he spins so fast he stumbles to the side. 

He hears the queen cackle behind him and he flips her off as he nods his greeting to Whitethorn who scoops her up under an arm. 

“You’re back!” He hears the queen cry, the words a shriek that travels over the noise of the tavern.

He throws himself at Elide, wrapping the delicate woman tightly into his embrace and breathing her in. He doesn’t trust his mouth to land on hers if he tries to kiss her, so he settles for pressing his face into her hair and breathing her in deeply. 

Elide laughs and he squeezes her in even tighter. He’s less afraid of displaying his feelings now, now that he’s not constantly waiting for the disaster around the corner. He trusts Aelin’s rule, and she has Whitethorn at her side, and what’s left of his Cadre. 

She has him too, if she ever needs him. 

-- 

She’s past the point of pretending she’s not seeking Lorcan out, and she thinks he’s at the same point too. She likes spending time with him, just the two of them, and who could have ever seen that coming?

Rowan has this one small smile when she says she’s off to see Lorcan, one that says he’s elated, but doesn’t want to make too much of a big deal in case she changes her mind. She thinks Elide probably has one of the same. 

This tavern is busy and they probably could have gone somewhere quieter, but she likes it. She likes being with her people, in the crowds and the conversations. She basks in it, and she’s unashamed in her belief that it’s where she’s meant to be. 

It’s her turn to get their round. They’ve set up camp at a small wooden table in the back of the dark room, and she weaves in and out of the crowds to make her way back, the two large tankards clasped in her hands. 

The thing is, Aelin is a trained assassin. She’s been trained by the most powerful Fae male alive, she should be able to keep her footing, but apparently she’s a lightweight. Sober Aelin would have seen the spill on the floor, or at least would have been able to stay upright. 

Drunk Aelin is another story altogether, and drunk Aelin slides. 

She manages to right herself relatively quickly, but the ale is out of her hands before she can blink, waves of it flying over the wooden floor and sloshing up the boots of the nearest patron. 

The young demi-fae turns, and she knows from the expression on his face that this is going south. Quickly. 

“Watch it,” He hisses. 

She has her hood up, golden hair and striking blue eyes hidden away, but she likes to think that she should still be recognisable, even in the woolen tunic and trousers she wears. It’s a far cry from her usual queenly get-up, but still. 

She’s almost offended. 

“I’m sorry,” She says all too sweetly, too pissed to pretend to mean it, and the demi-fae narrows his eyes. He hasn’t missed her tone, or her dismissal of his command.  

“I said watch it.” He steps closer to her now, and she levels her stare at him. Her power is writhing within her, hot and angry, begging to be let out on this male, and she clenches her fists. 

Aelin takes a deep breath. She is his queen, and she is better than allowing her temper to run wild, no matter how much she wants to let her body drop into a fighting stance. 

But she doesn’t need to. She blinks and Lorcan is at her side, his teeth bared at the offender. 

His voice is low and dark, and quiet in a way that promises violence, as he says “I would suggest that you watch your mouth.”

The demi-fae makes a reckless move and laughs, she’s not sure how he has the confidence to stand against both her and one of her blood-sworn, but they’re both still hidden under the hoods of their capes. 

She can feel the restrained violence in Lorcan’s posture next to her, she can feel the waves of darkness beginning to wash over her, and she’s reminded of the fact that it’s a comfort now to feel that. Gone are the days when the touch of Lorcan’s power drew fear up inside of her. 

She knows he won’t move until she says, knows that he understands she can handle herself, but she appreciates his swiftness to act in her defense. 

Aelin opens her mouth, a fiery retort waiting on the tip of her tongue, but the tavern falls silent. She snaps her mouth shut as she hears the murmurs that build throughout the room, your highness, they say. 

“Good evening,” Rowan nods to the group of demi-fae as he slots into his place beside her. She’s flanked now by two of her blood-sworn warriors. “Is there a problem here?”

She knows from his tone of voice that his expression is icy, daring one of the males to raise a challenge. She tugs down her hood and the one to start the commotion pales at the sight of her. 

“No-no, your majesty. Ap- apologies,” He stutters. 

Aelin offers him a tight nod, says “Sorry about your boots,” and turns to the door, her jovial evening over. 

Once outside Rowan turns to them, “What was that?”

She feels as if she’s back at Mistward, looking up at Rowan wearing the expression of a disappointed mentor. 

“She started it,” Lorcan mumbles under his breath, and she jerks to glare at him.

“That is such shit-” She starts, readying to defend herself even though it was totally her fault, as she turns back to Rowan. But he’s biting his lip, his green eyes creasing at the corners as he holds in his laugh. 

“You two don’t go anywhere without adult supervision,” He says laughing and slinging an arm around her shoulders. 

She pokes her head around Rowan to stick her tongue out at Lorcan. His returning middle finger makes her laugh, loud and joyously. 

So maybe Lord Lorcan Lochan is one of her favourite people.

-- 

Being King-Consort to the Queen of Terrasen is a position Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius enjoys. He loves the people of Terrasen, and the country itself. He loves serving a queen who is noble and brave and strong. 

He loves his wife, his mate, and the life they live together. He thanks the gods every day that he gets to spend the rest of his existence by her side. 

One thing he does not love is the paperwork. 

He runs a hand down his face, scratching the lines of his tattoo, as he squints at one of the pages. He stopped being able to think properly a couple of hours ago. Rowan skims through the words on the paper, holding the sheet up to the one remaining candle on his desk. The only ones of note are Adarlan and Terrasen, and he decides that everything else can be a task for tomorrow. 

He shuffles the papers into a somewhat orderly pile and rises from his desk, sending a tendril of his power to blow out the candle as he leaves the room. 

A sentry bows before him and hands him a small note as he makes his way to his wife. He nods his thanks as he continues down the dimly lit halls. 

The palace at Orynth is a place he is glad to call home, it’s not the oldest castle he has known in all his years, but it has character and history. It’s kept warm by the remnants of power his wife managed to cling on to. 

He reaches the royal quarters quickly and finds his mate in bed. Aelin is curled beneath the sheets with a book clutched in her hands. 

The smile she gives him when he enters is bright and easy and it makes his chest feel warm. 

“This might be Dorian’s best recommendation yet,” She says as he comes over to her side, holding the book high with a finger wedged between the pages to keep her place.

“Is that so?” He says with a smile. 

His mate’s relationship with the King of Adarlan is another thing he is thankful for. He knows Aelin loves the correspondence she receives and the gifts he sends. Aelin always has him on the lookout for ones she can send in return. 

Aelin nods enthusiastically as he takes a seat by her feet. 

“Is this you all tucked up for the night?” He asks. Aelin raises an eyebrow and places the book carefully on the table by the side of the bed. 

“I’m not tired,” She says and begins to throw the sheets back, a hungry look in her eyes. 

Rowan cups her cheek with his palm and drops a delicate kiss to her lips. He allows himself to place another before gently pulling back. “Not exactly what I had in mind, but I like where your mind is going.”

Aelin kisses him again, rising up to her knees to press into the kiss. 

Rowan allows himself a minute before pulling back finally to pass along the message he received. “Our guests have arrived, slightly ahead of schedule.”

Aelin jerks back, enough to smile widely at him, before throwing herself out of the bed and tugging her boots onto her feet. 

The stables are always cold, the winters in Terrasen are known for being brutal, but he just presses himself further into his mate as they wait. The smell of her is divine, and he feels settled as he breathes her in. 

Finally, their guests appear a short distance away, and his wife throws herself out of the circle of his arms and into those of his former commander. 

He smiles at Elide and presses a friendly kiss to her cheek as they watch their lovers embrace. 

Aelin is dangling above the floor as she clings to the Lord of Perranth and Rowan smiles as she returns to the ground. They’re already bickering about something Rowan is unaware of, but it’s not unexpected, he knows how they work by now. 

He had hoped that their relationship would have the opportunity to develop but he could have never dreamed that they would reach this point. Rowan thinks they could be closer than he and Lorcan ever were themselves, and the thought isn’t unpleasant. 

The pair reach where he stands with Elide and their contrast is stark. Lorcan, with his dark hair and sharp features towers over where Aelin stands, glowing bright and gold. 

He clasps hands with Lorcan, who nods his head in acknowledgement. 

“Good to see you, is it too late for a drink?” He proposes. 

Aelin and Lorcan share a look, and something passes between them before she turns back to Rowan. Aelin smiles brightly as she links her fingers through Rowan’s and leads the way back into the castle.

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do u have any random facts or things about Depth of heaven and ur characters (sfw or nsfw 🤭) even if what you want never comes to light, I really enjoy reading the concepts and asks about ur OCs

Hehehe I haven't thought about the characters and their story in a long time, until recently...but I never put a huge amount of thought into them before either! I kinda just knew I...wished I could make something cool that had everything I wanted in that kind of game lmao. Even if it doesn't happen, I felt like I wanted there to be twists and secrets...if it never happens then nobody but me will ever know about them, huh! But, if it does happen then I'll spoil stuff for later! What to do...ah I'll share about it! But I'm giving it a spoiler warning for something that doesn't exist anyway lmao Also I'm not a writer or a scientist this is all wacky world rules ok xd also there might be inconsistencies idk I never wrote anything down I'll tell u their heights! June: 5'4 Puzzle: 6'3 Koa: 5'6 Adam: 6'1 Keizo: 6'7 Lloyd: 5'11 Static: 6' Cyril: 5'9 Holly: 5'7

In high school June and Puzzle were da weeaboos who listened to vocaloid on their phones at lunch. Puzzle wore cat ears, big headphones, and tutus to school. I think....I decided that because of her old bad design lmao. I thought I had a drawing of her in cat ears but I can't find it 😔 June prolly just wore hoodies and graphic t-shirts. They were each others prom dates! June wore a tux! Okay spoilery stuff ahead!

I have a general idea what I want the story to be, but right now I just see it as disjointed scenes in my head. I posted some June and Puzzle wearing dresses where I wanted a scene to happen in a casino on the ship. Cruise ship casinos are kinda lame though lol, but it'll be as big and cool as I want >:•3 and it's an excuse to have everyone in cool formal wear cuz that's always fun! The cult leader calls for a big party on the ship and everyone has to attend! It's also where he culls the herd...because not everyone is worthy of going to heaven...apparently Koa likes playing video games! He's on the top of the leaderboard for one MMO, and during one event the top prize was blueprints for an in-game item: roller skates! It would make for cool merch to put on your wall or something. There was a rumor among the playerbase that the blueprints could make skates that function as they do in the game. Koa won the prints then used them to custom build his own skates (they look kinda generic now but I haven't put a lot of thought into their design lmao). The combination of materials used and construction give them a magical quality that allows him to skate faster than any human could! He's always pushing his limits, and sometimes it gets him in twubble xd Keizo has an issue with bad dreams...at night he replays all the times in his life where people were rude to him or each other, how he needs to keep peace between them, he just really hates assholes! He has nightmares about them treating him badly and there's nothing he can do, because at his height and with his strength he'd come off as the bad guy no matter what! They push and push 'til he's about to snap...then he wakes up! The rage super heats his blood and his skin glows red and steam pours out his ears! His hair is all wacky cuz it holds it's shape on the pillow from all the heat lmao June and the rest of them find out about it when they see steam coming out from under his door at night. Don't wake him up though! If he's still glowing hot he'll sleep walk while in a berserk state. First, it makes him really rude himself lmao. He'll say all the nasty things he won't when he's awake! Second, if he sees someone doin' shit he don't like, they're gettin' these 🤜🤛 In his happy ending you'd see him with his hair flat for the first time wouldn't that be nice :•3 Adam is always doing experiments on himself, kinda just for shits, kinda because he wants to discover something amazing....!.....?!?!??! When he was younger, his sister, who he loved v much, died. He wanted to become a doctor, not because he wanted to find a cure for the thing that killed his sister...because she died in an accident! He wanted to find a way to make people invincible! He's always injecting himself with stuff hoping it'll make him stronger. He likes Keizo as a friend, but to Adam Keizo is a perfect specimen of an indestructable human. Adam's been fascinated with him for a while, but Keizo also just makes for a good subject for testing against! Also, they met when Adam was studying abroad and Keizo came up on a motorbike and attacked the wheels on Adam's scooter. Cute! :•) Keizo used to be a bad boy :•( Other experiments Adam's done: Eyesight like a HAWK Cat ears but for real Jelly bones(?) Longer ween ��� Lloyd is a stinky tech wiz who likes playing around with AI's and robotics! He has myassive myega brains and he monitors many of the functions of the ship by himself in his server room. When the captain is captured and thrown off the ship, Lloyd uses his know-how and special accesses to make sure the cult doesn't make a mess of everything. He knows about and can see everything that happens on the ship...for fun he likes video games toooo! And plays with Koa! He likes buildin' lil gadgets n tings for fun too! They can come in real handy! nsfw! Stuff past here!!!!!!!!! June, Koa, and Lloyd are all inexperienced!

As a lover, Keizo tries to be gentle...but once he gets into it he can be a bit rough! If you're into it, just enjoy! Or speak up and he'll slow down! Hmmm I was inspired by a scene from the film Crying Freeman (which I haven't actually watched 8•|) of some ppl doin' it in a closet(?)...it's all dark and cramped and humid and their skin is so shiny and glistening it's probably the thing that awoken me to drawing people super sweaty. I just can't help myself 😳 def wanna give Keizo a scene like that. This doodle was inspired by it actually lmao

Adam is patient and gentle! Lots of kisses and verbal reassurance and checking in w/ u. He's aware of his age and he doesn't wanna come off badly so he'll let you do all the pursuing. And June will pursue him hard if she has to! He's also gonna make you beg and ask, just so he's sure sure :•) He loves to sit her up on the examining table n do things wit his mouf n fingers 😳 I'd probably make it an option to call him daddy in certain scenarios...up to u if u choose it find out what happens for urself idk 😳😳😳 or don't

Koa likes to tease you, maybe bully you a lil, but when it comes to intimacy he's a wimp! I just like the idea of making the bully bend to your will, but he likes it. It just feels good to wipe that cocky smile off his face! Step on him! Make him whimper! I know June's a virg too, but Koa is just so easy to tease it makes it feel like second nature. BUT the more time they spend together, the more confident Koa becomes. So! Enjoy havin' him under your thumb while you can cuz it might not last forever! Lloyd tries to stay composed when June starts showing an interest. He's usually alone in his server room, but secretly appreciates her company when she comes by. At first he'll act like he's too busy. He's not used to being around women! As his interest in June grows it becomes harder to hide his feelings! So June notices...and teases him! Cuz it's just so easyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyYYYYYYY 😩 Seeing his serious expression crack when you put ur hands in his pants is lots of fun :•3 And he shows you a voice he's never shown anyone else before 🤤 He does his research and with your help he'll learn exactly how to worship u 😌 IF it ever happens there has to b a new game plus where u unlock threesome scenes with Koa/Lloyd and Adam/Keizo :•x That's all 4 now! Sorry I'm fuckin' gross and don't know how to type :•|

[your-eternal-muse]

Bonus! Heather Playlist

So, here are songs that either inspire me to write chapters for Heather, or remind me of certain aspects of the series. I will be adding on to it, as I go, or get recommendations, but for now, here it is! 

It’s on Spotify, and below the cut are the titles and a couple of my favorite lines from each song!

Heather Series Playlist

Heather; Conan Gray (Personal Favorite)

“You gave her your sweater?  ‘It’s just polyester.’  But you like her better. Wish I were Heather.”

Poison and Wine; The Civil Wars aka The song reader and Spencer dance to at his wedding (Personal Favorite)

“I wish you’d hold me when I turn my back. The less I give, the more I get back. Oh, your hands can heal, your hands can bruise. I don’t have a choice, but I still choose you.”

“I don’t love you, but I always will.”

Dust to Dust; The Civil Wars

“All your acting, your thin disguise. All your perfectly delivered lines. They don’t fool me. You’ve been lonely, too long.”

So Cold; Ben Cooks

“I called you at home you said that you weren’t alone. I should’ve known better. Now it hurts much more.”

Vices; Mothica

“I really don’t know why I’m like this.”

“Is it okay I’m not okay?”

“I don’t sleep much these days.”

Bloodshot; Dove Cameron

“Got tired of dreaming running into you all the time.”

“It’s harder to see you’re not mine with my bloodshot eyes.”

Bad Liar; Imagine Dragons *Spencer Song*

“Does happiness lie in a diamond ring?”

“Wish I could erase it, make your heart believe, but I’m a bad liar.”

I miss you, I’m sorry; Gracie Adams *Spencer Song*

“Thought you’d hate me, but instead you called and said ‘I miss you’.”

“Nothing happened the way I wanted.”

Honest; Mali-Koa (Personal Favorite)

“I was never good at conversations Whisper when I meant to scream out.”

“All of these feelings are saying that I could never find a better love, better love than you.”

“If my heart had a choice I’d tell you the stories, I’d always avoid. I’d be honest to you. Honest to god.”

Why Won’t You Love Me?; 5SOS

“Switching into airplane mode again. We're not alright but I'll pretend. Press my cheek against the glass. Just be good 'til I get back.”

“I hold back the tears. I check my phone to see your face, Staring back as if to say Don't worry, you won't be lonely.”

I Can’t Breath; Bea Miller  

“Somebody get me a hammer. Wanna break all the clocks and the mirrors. And go back to a time that was different.”

“How can I live in the moment When my thoughts never feel like my own and Don't know how to admit that I'm broke?”

Take What You Want; Post Malone ft. Ozzy Osborne and Travis Scott (Personal Favorite) *Is this about Spencer or Heather? You decide.*

“Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go!”

 “And it finally came the day I start giving my heart away. For Heaven sakes, my bones will break But you never own my soul, no!”  

1 Sided Love; Blackbear

“You're too busy talking over me to hear what I'm saying.. You're too high to realize I see Through the smile that you're faking.”

Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I’m Bored; Ariana Grande

“Then you realize she's right there. And you're at home like, ‘Damn, she can't compare’.”

“You can say I'm hatin' if you want to. But I only hate on her 'cause I want you.”  

Girl; Donna Missal

“Still I take it all so personal. Girl, you got me all fucked up.”  

“I hate it how your eyes glaze over When I'm talking, na, na, na Like nothing I say even matters You're just watching, yeah”

Overwhelming; Jon Bellion (Personal Favorite) (super change of pace in song lol)

“She don’t want no problem if there’s not one.  But people come around and try some stupid shit to start one, She’ll give you the peoples fuckin’ elbow, like The Rock, son.”

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[whocalledhimannux]

now that I’ve had some time to reflect on Return of the Thief, I have some more thoughts that are... slightly more critical, in both the thinking-deeply and not-entirely-praiseworthy ways. I’m not going to tag this post because I don’t want to harsh anyone’s buzz, but I’ll just say return of the thief spoilers and rott spoilers right now, and hopefully the blacklist will catch those, and if not the rest of the post is going under a cut

okay so like first off, I want to say that I still think this was a very well-written book and it’s very satisfying from a character standpoint. there are so many great interactions, indications of growth, etc, and the layered writing of the first person POV is, as always, stunning. my main character complaint is not enough Costis and Kamet (or Costis/Kamet)--but even that, upon reflection, I think is colored slightly by my anticipation for a blatant Comet moment. When you’re waiting for a big payoff, and the story isn’t designed to have that, it’ll feel like a bit of a letdown. But from a different perspective, the ending of TaT can be a perfectly satisfying narrative ending, establishing that Costis and Kamet’s storylines are now thoroughly and primarily wrapped up in each other; their contributions to the wider plot from thereon out are mostly incidental, because sailing off to be together is their bigger ending.

side note: a character development I actually loved was us seeing Eugenides teetering dangerously close to a breaking point and being pulled back. I think...... from what I have seen of the fandom in general--bearing in mind I was never a part of Sounis and have dipped in and out of the discord without being majorly involved--based on my general impression of the tumblr fandom, I think there is a tendency among QT fans to let the Thief characterization of Gen affect our reading of him in later books. I think there’s sort of an assumption that he’s everybody’s favorite and that his choices are, by default, correct and sympathetic, even as the series progresses and he makes more, increasingly difficult and sometimes pragmatic or even cruel decisions. and I think RotT really, really challenges that kind of view. Eugenides is under immense strain in this book, and several times he lashes out in ways that are indefensible. Sometimes, even if he’s not being cruel to others, he’s being risky to the point of masochism, and the revelations about his backstory also suggest that quirky innocent Gen of The Thief is also not all he seemed to be.

and I think that was resolved in a very enjoyable and narratively satisfying way. The threats to the Braels had a real edge to them. God!Eugenides was terrifying, in a noticeable step up from the ways regular!Eugenides is terrifying, and it felt like payoff for the increasing role of the gods in Eugenides’s storyline up until now. And I really appreciated the subtleties of Sejanus saying that he won’t tell Eugenides the conspirators because it will damage him in the longrun, and the way Eugenides ultimately decides to forgive and trust Pheris and Sejanus anyway--those scenes, imo, were great followups to the scenes in QoA, KoA, and ACoK that discussed how rulers can maintain their moral center in difficult situations.

but... the Medes. plot-wise, I’m struggling with the conclusion to this storyline.

I made a different post already about What the Fuck is going on with the secretary of the archives, because it totally feels like shit is missing there, and to some extent I’m okay with that? it felt to me like a stylistic choice--like, Pheris the historian is writing specifically about the Mede invasion, so maybe the full story of Baron Orutus, and Relius, wasn’t actually resolved til years later and he thought it was an overlapping but ultimately separate story. fine. I actually did kind of like the parts where that was done more blatantly, like his comment that two of the queen’s attendants became famous later on for unrelated reasons. it helped with the framing of the story.

but I don’t feel that way about the Medes plot. For one thing, we’ve spent a couple of books now harping on the fact that Ghusnavidas (sp? I’m tired and my book is too far away to check, y’all know who I mean) is dying and that the primary threat is going to come from Nahuseresh’s brother, Naheelid. Costis made a point of saying last book that if the Little Peninsula could hold out for a year against Naheelid, not only would they win but the entire empire might be in danger of collapsing.

So... they spent ~a few months fighting a single army at a single battle site, with the Big Threat Guy not even present, and that’s it? everybody goes home and the Medes aren’t a threat anymore? it’s not even clear to me how many troops the Medes lost--their principal losses were in the form of Bu-seneth, Nahuseresh, and Baron Erondites, who, yeah, were key officers, but if the Medes lost, saying, 30% of their troops or less, what’s to stop Naheelid from hiring more soldiers and better officers and coming back in a year? it totally makes sense to me that an army that saw Eugenides call down lightning is willing to pack it up early, but inevitably that’s going to be dismissed as rumor and distortion so idk how it’s supposed to be a lasting deterrent. it may not be super realistic, because the downfall of empires takes time, but I think a bunch of us were expecting that the Mede Empire would, at the very least, but conclusively beaten by the end of the book, and I don’t think we got that.

Also, speaking of Big Bads: Nahuseresh. Oof.

I know part of the point of TaT was that Nahuseresh’s situation was becoming kind of sad and pathetic but... I think he went downhill too quickly in this book. and tbh I think part of it is the fact that we’re getting this from Pheris’s POV, and Pheris for one doesn’t have a whole lot of close contact with Nahuseresh in this book, and for another didn’t have any contact with him prior to this. His little “I will be king of Attolia!” outburst honestly made me cringe a little bit, and while I’m not entirely opposed to the idea of Nahuseresh being killed by an anonymous soldier--it has a very “reality ensues, war isn’t a series of epic meaningful confrontations” feel to it--I do object to the fact that Eugenides spent a significant amount of time in KoA and ACoK nursing a grudge against Nahuseresh and then barely got to do anything with it. and a lot of what he did get to do, the reader barely sees.

I think there were ways to make Nahuseresh’s actions in this novel a bit more satisfying without fundamentally changing them. for example, bringing in more commentary from people who knew him before. if there was a passage where Eugenides looked at Nahuseresh and realized that his beard was raggedy, and he looked thinner, and there was a manic light in his eye and he just seemed pretty pathetic and honestly more comical than the villain Gen’s been building up in his head for years--I think that would go a long way towards establishing tone. it would feel more like the anticlimax is intentional and be more about Eugenides’s own character growth, whereas now it just feel like... Pheris doesn’t have a whole lot of personal stake in this conflict even though the reader has been waiting for it for so long.

(although I do find it interesting on a narrative level in contrast with Sejanus, who seems disproportionately important in this book imo--from my perspective, the threat of Nahuseresh has been a constant behind-the-scenes presence for the last four books and Sejanus stopped being important after KoA. and I get why the opposite would be true for Pheris, but I still... want more.)

anyway, I just feel like the villains in this book are a little--warped, somehow. like the huge enormous threat of the series up until this point actually isn’t all that bad and can be wrapped up in relatively little time. it’s a weird sensation for me wherein I’m glad where everyone ended up and I enjoyed the experience of getting to that end, but like... it just feels a little off. slightly anticlimactic. I mean, for a lot of us this series is All About the characters and from that perspective I’m mostly satisfied, but I feel like in previous books the plot has come together SO well that my expectations were really high, and this resolution didn’t really meet them.

and damn does it feel strange to be writing this. feels like I just cobbled together a few of my hottest and most controversial takes and like I need to throw in about twenty more disclaimers about how much I love the books overall, but I’ll resist.

[flowerfan2]

Group Texts Are Ridiculous (Or, Five-0 Starts a Group Text)

Somehow I managed to post Chapter 2 on A03 a few days ago without posting on tumblr... I’m not sure how many people actually depend on tumblr for fic these days, but in case you do, here you go!

McDanno, T, A03

Summary:  After 10x22 when Steve leaves Oahu to go find himself, Five-0 starts a group text to keep in touch while Steve’s away.  Picks up after the end of Season 10. 

Chapter 2

May 20, 2020

SM:  Hey, where’s Danny?

LG:  With Tani, I think, heading to a crime scene on the north shore.  Sure glad to have him back.  Otherwise it would have been me getting up at the ass crack of dawn when Duke called.

SM:  Does Danny seem ready?

LG:  Ready to come back to work?  Sure.  Shirts are crisp, slacks nicely pressed, hair sprayed firmly in place.  Your boy looks great.

SM:  Ribs not hurting him anymore?

LG:  Maybe a little, but it’s not slowing him down much.

SM:  He hasn’t been answering my texts.

LG:  Did you do something to piss him off?

SM:  Probably.  I usually do. Not sure what this time, though.

TR:  Don’t stress, boss. Danny’s right here, looking sharp as always.  we’re in the car.

SM:  Tani, what have I said about no driving and texting?

TR:  I’m not - Danny’s driving.

SM:  Can I talk to him?  Put it on speaker.

TR:  That would require you to actually call him.  Maybe give it a few minutes though?  We’re a little busy right now.

SM:  What, he can’t drive and talk on the phone at the same time?

TR:  It’s the dodging of bullets that might make that challenging.  Not that Danny isn’t a great multi-tasker, but it seems like an unnecessary risk.

 SM:  Tani, what the hell is going on?

 LG:  Damn.  On my way.

 SM:  Tani, report, now.

 JR:  What just happened?

 SM:  Junior, why aren’t you with Danny?  And where’s Quinn?

 JR:  Day off, sorry sir.

 SM:  Someone call HPD, why don’t you have any back up?

 TR:  No worries, the perp’s not chasing us anymore.  His car flipped over and sort of slid down the dunes. Probably not good for the birds. But he definitely stopped shooting, so it’s all good.

 <i>DW has changed the name of the group text to</i> <b>My Camaro has another bullet hole and it’s Steve’s fault</b>

  <b>May 21, 2020 </b>

 SM:  We have to talk about yesterday.

 DW:  Everything’s fine, Steve.  

 SM:  It didn’t sound like it.  

 DW:  We had it under control.

 SM:  Why was Tani texting when people were shooting at you?  She should have been covering you, or calling for back up. She should have seen it coming. You should never have been in that position in the first place.

 DW:  One, Tani did nothing wrong, and two, mind your own beeswax.

 SM:  Mind my own – what’s that supposed to mean?

 DW:  Think about it for a minute, you’ll figure it out.

 SM:  Are you even recovered enough for active duty?

 DW:  Oh, now you’re interested in my health?

 SM:  Danny, Five-0 is still my team, my responsibility.

 DW:  Is it, now?  Funny, because I’m pretty sure the governor told me I’m in charge.

 SM:  Temporarily.

 DW:  Indefinitely.  Or have you booked a flight home that you haven’t told us about?

 SM:  Danny, we’ve been over this.

 DW:  Don’t I know it.

 SM:  I’m just concerned about all of you.  

 DW:  Great.  Come home and take your job back.  Otherwise keep your mouth shut.

 SM:  I’m not criticizing, it’s just that it doesn’t seem like yesterday went exactly according to plan.

 DW:  According to plan?  Since when have you ever done anything according to plan?  You are the head of not having a plan, the Czar of plan-less-ness, the President of who needs a fucking plan.

 LG:  You guys do remember this is a group text, right?

  <b>June 2, 2020</b>

 JR:  Do any of you know what was in the package Danny got today?

 TR:  You could just ask him.

 JR:  I would, but he opened it up and then locked himself in his office and he’s been on the phone for half an hour.

 QL:  Might be a sign that he wants some privacy.

 TR:  You think?

 JR:  So I shouldn’t ask him?

 TR:  No, you should definitely ask him.  But maybe bring him some malasadas when you barge into his office, it might soften the blow.

 LG:  Or distract him enough that he doesn’t hit your head when he throws something at you.

 DW:  It’s kind of late for malasadas, but I’d love a sandwich from Machete’s.  Turkey and salami, Italian dressing instead of mayo.

 JR:  Yes sir.

 LG:  You’re enjoying this boss thing, aren’t you, Danny?

 DW:  It’s good to be king.  At least where lunch is concerned.

 TR:  So are you going to tell us what was in the package?

 DW:  Will you do my paperwork for the week?

 TR:  Yesterday you said I was worse at paperwork than Steve.

 DW:  Good point.  Will you get Junior to do my paperwork?

 JR:  Hey, wait a minute, I’m getting the sandwiches.

 TR:  Deal.  Don’t worry Junes, I’ll make it worth your while.

 LG:  TMI, children.

 …

 LG:  Tani, spill.  What was in the package?

 DW:  A stuffed squirrel.  A stuffed animal.  Not, like, a once was alive squirrel, like a toy.  

 QL:  Who sent it to him?

 TR:  Apparently that piece of information wasn’t part of the deal.  

 JR:  It’s from Steve.

 TR:  Danny told you?

 JR:  No, I looked at the return address.  He put the package in the recycle bin in the break room.

 DW:  At least someone here has some detective skills.

 LG:  Okay, I’ll bite.  Danny, why did Steve send you a squirrel?  Is it for Charlie?

 DW:  Nope, it’s mine.  And anyone who touches it is dead.

 JR:  So… who’s gonna grab it?

 LG:  Junior, I’d think twice.  Danny’s got the power to assign you to walking the beat for the rest of the summer.  I think that squirrel looks great right there where it is on Danny’s desk.

 TR:  He can be our honorary Five-0 mascot.

 DW:  Exactly.  The very first Hawaiian squirrel.

 DW:  But let me reiterate, you may not touch him.  If I see a tiny aloha shirt or a lei on my squirrel, heads will roll.

 TR:  I like this side of you, Danny.  Very authoritative.

 DW:  The children do not respect me, Lou.

 LG:  Didn’t the governor say he needed extra security at that concert Saturday night?

 DW:  The heavy metal battle of the bands?  The one that lasts for five hours, and features not just professional bands, but appearances from some of the most popular amateur head-banging groups around?  Hm, I think he did.  I was going to check with HPD to make sure it was covered.  Do you think they need personal attention from Five-0?

 TR:  Danny, you might notice that a note has just been slipped under your door. It’s from me and Junior, attesting to our sincere understanding that the squirrel is off limits.  Just in case you were wondering.

 DW:  And all is right with the world again.

 LG:  Amen, brother.

 TR:  But just out of curiosity, what are you going to name your apology squirrel?  Pineapple?

 DW:  Thin ice, my friend, thin ice.

 <i>TR has changed the name of the group text to</i> <b>First Hawaiian Squirrel Fan Club</b>

  <b>June 20, 2020</b>

  JR:  Anyone want to come over and watch Jurassic Park with me and Charlie?  We went a little overboard with the snacks.

 LG:  What kind of snacks?

 JR:  Primarily pretzels.  For some reason I had never really looked that closely at the pretzel aisle at Foodland before.  We got chocolate covered pretzels, pretzels stuffed with peanut butter, honey garlic pretzels, and probably some others too.

 TR:  What brought on this pretzel craving?

 JR:  Actually Charlie wanted pineapple pretzels.

 LG:  There is no such thing.

 JR:  That’s what I thought too, but it turns out I was totally wrong. The ABC store on my block has them.

 LG:  You are shitting me.

 JR:  They’re called Pretz.  Pineapple flavor.  They’re actually pretty good.

 LG:  Okay, I’m coming over just to taste those.  Renee’s out tonight anyway.

 TR:  You’ll have to save me some.  I’m hanging with Koa tonight.

 LG:  And what does our fearless leader think about pineapple pretzels?

 JR:  He probably won’t like them, but he’s not home.  

 TR:  Babysitting, Junes?

 JR:  Charlie’s my pal, he’s not a baby.  But yeah.

 TR:  Where’s Danny?

 JR:  On a date.

 TR:  That seems unlikely.

 JR:  That’s kind of harsh, isn’t it?  Danny’s a good looking guy.

 TR:  Of course he is, that’s not what I meant.

 DW:  Thanks.

 TR:  Fuck I keep forgetting we’re all on this text.

 JR:  Danny, how’s your date going?

 DW:  It would probably be going better if I wasn’t texting you guys.  

 SM:  Learned that lesson finally, did you?

 DW:  Steve, isn’t it a little late where you are?

 SM:  Never too late to help out a friend.  Are you wearing the French blue button-down?

 DW:  No, it got ruined.  I’m just wearing a black polo.

 SM:  Too bad, that’s a great shirt.

 DW:  I’m going to the mall tomorrow, there’s a sale at Lord & Taylor, I need new shirts.  For some reason mine keep getting blood stains on them.

 SM:  Wish I could go with you, you do better with a wingman.

 DW:  It’s true, you talked me into buying two of those slim fit dark blue ones, and those are some of my favorites.

 SM:  Don’t be afraid to try darker shades, Danny.  You resist it but in the end you look great.

 DW:  I did like the dark gray one you made me try on.  But not the purple one.  It made me look like a gigolo.  Anyway blue’s still my favorite.

 SM:  It’s true, nothing makes your eyes sparkle like a blue shirt.

 DW:  And good company, of course.

 LG:  I feel like this thread has been hijacked by aliens.  

 TR:  Aliens who like menswear.  Danny, isn’t your date annoyed that you’re spending all this time texting?

 DW:  Oh, she left.  I’ll be home soon, I’m just picking up some ice cream for the Jurassic Park marathon.

 JR:  I’m so confused.

 SM:  Don’t overthink it.  But make sure Danny tries the pineapple pretzels.

[lesbianlibrariansinfrillyhats]

Okay so if I don't post something here I'm going to give up in despair. So here's the start of my lightly lewd KoakumaXPatchouli fic, because why not add another onto the pile? Also please Ao3, get back to me. I don't want to burden Tumblr with this. But I also like the idea of writing the early days of Patchouli and Koa.

The Journal of a Sleepy Magician

Day 1:

People get so upset when you mention summoning demons, it’s really tiresome. People forget that demons can be helpful if you know what you’re doing and set proper boundaries with them, especially if you’re a powerful mage. I don’t get the taboo, but I understand the risks involved. It’s just such a bother to try and keep a library clean all by yourself though, and even though Sakuya tells me I don’t have to, I hate having to put books back on shelves. It messes with my workflow. Same thing with having to eat. Sakuya says she can handle that too, but she works hard and I want her to take it easy. So I decided to “hire” some outside help.

The thing every power drunk mage forgets is that you don’t want to summon a major demon. They’re just too much hassle and they’ll break through any bindings you put in place after a while. Plus they always want to make deals and change the original terms of your summoning contract. Minor demons though, most of them are just happy for a break from getting bullied by other demons, I’ve summoned some of the smaller imps to help clean on occasion. But today, today is different, which is why I am making this journal. Today I am going to attempt to bind a minor demon to me, so I can keep the library clean. Also to help with workflow. Also also, to keep Marissa from stealing so many of my tomes. 

I feel the journal is required, more for observation purposes than anything. Also in case the worst happens and Remi needs to find out what went wrong. It would be unfair to make my friends clean up my mess, since I’m summoning a demon to prevent that from ever happening again. The demon I have chosen to summon’s name is Koakuma. They’re something of a mystery though, I had assumed I was going to bind an imp to my service, but instead I summoned a...very pretty girl. Her hair is red, and her face is delightfully delicate, her high cheekbones made soft by full rosy cheeks. It’s...heart shaped? Her eyes are a stereotypical red, and he has...4 sets of wings? I think. Two are small and are on either side of her head, and the other two are more natural and are on her back. She also has a tail, which she enthusiastically wags whenever she is happy or excited. It’s quite disarming, which makes me wonder if this might be a part of some ploy to make me underestimate her. I can’t know for sure, especially not after one day of observation. I hope she can make good tea.

Day 2:

I wish there was more to report, but as it stands Koakuma seems to do her job well enough. She’s klutzy and has a tendency to trip while carrying large stacks of books, but apart from that she seems to be the perfect assistant. She’s already taken to calling me Patchy rather than Patchouli, but I don’t mind it that much. It might be overly familiar, but she isn’t saying my full name all the time, which is always a warning sign. Demons can be known to steal someone’s name simply by repeating it enough, often enslaving the person whose name they steal. 

Koakuma seems happiest when I praise her for something, which I try to do whenever she accomplishes something difficult like cross-referencing multiple texts for me or when she makes tea. I was hoping she’d make decent tea, and while it’s still not as good as when Sakuya makes it, Koakuma always gets the water temperature just right, which is impressive even for a demon. When I asked her about where she learned how to boil water so efficiently, she just said her “Uncle Asag” taught her. When pressed, she giggles about how “my good natured beauty encourages the water to stay warm enough to boil the leaves without spoiling them” and will not elaborate further. Which makes me suspicious. She is...pretty, and I wonder if that’s not on purpose. Maybe she’s a succubus, but so far the only thing she’s seduced me to do was to take a shower. 

She made cute faces and pleaded with me, saying: “It’s no good to sit in your pajamas all day, getting sweaty and smelly! You need to keep clean, Ms. Patchy, oils from your skin might damage the books you love so dearly!”

Appealing to my love of books was the right call, and I wonder how she got that information. It could have been from simple observation, since we talked about books at length while I did light researching. I’ve kept my activities very basic for the time being, until I get a better picture of what this demon is capable of. Which means not being able to indulge in most of my magic activities, but I don’t want to be using anything that might tire me out around a demon I barely know. Her entire demeanor has been very “disarming”, and just putting those words to paper makes me wonder if that’s not her first goal. She seems like a little demon, but that could lead to big problems if not kept in check.

Day 4:

I stayed up for 2 whole days, almost on accident, but mostly on purpose to see how Koakuma would react. She was placidly supportive for the first day, and helped me with a fair amount of astrological research. We spent hours upon hours pouring over star charts looking for the ideal day to cast a cleansing spell on the library. Ko said the place was too stuffy, and I remembered that there were a couple of half-eaten plates of food lost in the mess of the library. Which is becoming clean relatively quickly, thanks almost entirely to Ko. I’ve taken to shortening her name, just so I don’t have to spend so much time saying it, which flusters and upsets her all at once. Which is cute, but also a good sign. When I rile her up, the most she’ll do is hit me with a small stack of paper. 

This can mean one of two things: either she is too weak to physically harm even someone as sickly as me, or her long con somehow involves hiding her power level to a ridiculous amount. My “Ko is secretly an Arch-Fiend pretending to be a cute and klutzy demon” theory is slowly disproving itself, which is a welcome relief. I like being proven wrong when it means I can relax, but I plan to keep a healthy air of suspicion for at least another week or so. But bleh, I haven’t written down...words are hard to keep track of. Ko bullied me into bed, but she doesn’t know that I keep my journal next to my bedside. I might try and stay up for 3 days at some point, just to see what she’d do. 

Day 5: Ko witnessed an asthma attack today when I went to go and reference one of the older spellbooks Remi owned back in her life before becoming a vampire. I almost want to get mad at Sakuya for not dusting properly, but I did ask her to let me have control of what happens in this library. Ko quickly figured out what was wrong and got my inhaler, but then I was subjected to a lecture about my health. “You have to be more careful, Ms. Patchouli! What if I wasn’t here? You would have choked! We’re going to have to make a project of cleaning up all the dust here. It’s not safe for you otherwise!”

Words I’ve heard before, but never delivered with such urgency and passion. Sakuya always brings it up in a much more measured tone, and Meiling will just sneeze loudly and ask “How d’ya not choke ev’ry time ya open a book?” as is her way. I could brush both of them off with a simple “yeah yeah” and a promise to do better that I’d soon forget; but Ko is tenacious in getting me to take care of myself, which is troublesome. But this “project” of her’s is as good a time as any to practice smaller-scale spells. I’m thinking of casting two spells to help keep the library free of dust, a Fire and Moon spell to try and move the dust and a Water and Metal spell to purify as much of the dust as possible without opening a window and inviting all kinds of pollen in. Ko is at least amenable to the idea, but she balks at the idea of “an ignition source in the library”. 

I’m debating telling her how my particular brand of magic works, but she’s a Western demon, and I’m not sure how well she can grasp the principles behind Wu Xing; or if I’m even fine with a demon knowing how I do my magic. Staying up for so long seems to have affected my writing some, I notice I’ve been writing in fragments. I also should try to keep my journal on hand so I can write observations of Ko’s behavior as it happens. I think having time to rationalize her behavior is coloring my opinion. She’s so cute, there has to be something I’m missing. Hopefully reporting on her actions in the moment will disabuse myself of this notion. She’s a demon, demons are dangerous, not cute.

[roadtrip-2020]

Moab, Utah.

This post will be shorter than most, because our trip to Moab was a whirlwind 2-day weekend trip and we didn’t have the best experience, to be honest.

First piece of advice: DO NOT GO ON A WEEKEND. It was packed!! Same with Zion, which I’ll write about in a bit. National Parks are like theme parks in the time of COVID, so our experience was a bit tainted by how crowded and touristy it was.

Second piece of advice: If you are camping (especially on a weekend) get to the site at the break of dawn OR book 6 months in advance. Complicated, I know...but if you don’t do one or the other you will find yourself shit out of luck. We actually didn’t plan our specific dates of when we’d be in Moab until super last minute so it was too late to book anything through BLM (Bureau of Land Management) and we thought we’d just find a “first come, first serve” site. Consistent with our experience in Sedona (yes, we should have learned haha), none of the FCFS sites were available by the time we arrived in Moab, from Telluride, around 3 pm.  

Third and final piece of advice: BRING TONS OF WATER WITH YOU. It is the desert!

Our trip was also negatively affected by a bit of desert fatigue. This is a TOTAL first world problem, but since the first half of our trip was essentially all beautiful desert and national parks, we were a bit “over” the heat, the dryness, and the red rocks. Poor us, I know...

Where we stayed

So we were planning to stay at some of the AWESOME sites along Highway 128. This would be my recommendation for camping, because all these sites are along the Colorado River (and therefore so cool)! This site explains all the Moab BLM campsites, the first section shows the ones along the Colorado river and says whether you can book them in advance or if they are first come, first serve.

We almost could not find anywhere to camp at all. Most of the RV Park + Campgrounds were full and even most of the hotels in the area were full, so we were starting to get worried. We ended up pulling up to a KOA (Kampgrounds of America) campground and RV park and as a hail mary asked if there was ANYTHING they could do for us. Luckily, they had 1 RV spot available and said we could camp in it. It was $90, but we jumped on it. 

What we liked:

Bathrooms were nice, clean, and had showers

Sinks for washing dishes -- the most clutch thing about staying at a private campground

Pool

Camp store

Fire pit

What we didn’t like:

Small sites, close together

Being squeezed in between two RVs

Not exactly “in nature” but still nice to be outside and see the beautiful mesas around us

What we did + Recommendations

So we really were only in Moab for 2 nights and one full day. That ended up being fine for us, because we were kind of over the desert climate and tourists everywhere. I got SO many good recommendations from people but didn’t get to to most of it, so I’ll post it here. :)

Also, Moab sits between two very famous National Parks: Canyonlands and Arches. We only went to Arches this time, but if we had more time and energy we would have loved to check out both. 

Arches National Park:

Devil’s Garden - 7.8 mile hike loop or can go out to the double O arch and back, which is what we did (so not the whole 7.8 miles). This was packed when we were there in October and we did it on a Saturday which I would not recommend as it’s a popular one.

Delicate Arch - Probably the most famous “arch” in Arches National Park. 3 miles out and back but the way out is all up-hill and harder than it sounds.

Double Arch - More of a viewpoint than a hike, but another popular Arch in Arches (lol). 

Canyonlands:

Island in the sky district

Grand view pointe is a must 

Aztec Butte gives incredible views

Needles district - This is pretty far from Moab (about an hour and a half) but if you are doing Canyonlands separately this comes highly recommended

Moab 

The Spoke - Good cocktails, burgers, salads, etc. Come early to put your name down because the wait can be long.

Miguels Baja Grill - Authentic Mexican 

Moab Brewing - Nothing special but only brewery in town

Mill Creek Trail - A cool 3 mile roundtrip hike to a swimming hole in the canyon, right outside of Moab. I kind of wish we had done this but with our one day we thought we should go to Arches instead.