#cort is always a yes

[wildsaltair]

I am a Maximus sun, John Biebe moon, Egan rising

[darkacua]

Lilia is a jealous father

As much as I love the idea of ​​Lilia being his children's matchmaker and blindly supporting any crush they have, I like to think he's a jealous dad. Especially with Silver.

He loves Malleus and firmly believes he knows what's good for their future love and the good of the kingdom when he sees him sighing like a maiden at his window (although he obviously does his secret research into the past of the person responsible for said sighs, just in case). Dragons only mate by love and can only create heirs if there's love involved, so he doesn't fear much about one day seeing future grandchildren coming from him.

However, Silver is a whole other story.

He's his baby, his youngest son, with whom he learned about humanity and how fragile beings outside of fairies are. He was, is, and always will be his little boy whom he still takes to his room when he falls asleep in places he shouldn't, and he fears losing that.

Does he want to see him happy? Yes. Does he want him to get together with a person he loves? By his port. Does he want him to start a family and give him grandchildren? Obviously, that's a stupid question.

Does he want to see him with a romantic partner right now? NO.

I like to think that when he took Silver as a baby he had to do a lot of research on human infants and their obvious development into adulthood. The problem with this is that he taught himself with fairly outdated books on human anatomy and customs, so he has a somewhat… distorted idea of ​​how all that growth and hormones happen. The boy is already 17 and Lilia is still waiting for puberty to hit and the physical changes described in the books he read over a decade ago.

So imagine one day you just see your son starting to get surrounded by younger people of his age, who are a little too cheerful and affectionate with him, or they stop him in the hallway just to say hello and talk a little about their day, or god forbid, someone asks you to accompany them to a more secluded spot so they can confess comfortably. Lilia is sure his world is falling apart.

These hormonal animals want to take his baby and snatch it away from him! (That's NOT even close to what's happening, but the fairy doesn't understand reason or sense.)

So you have a 700 year old fairy, who refuses to see his youngest son grow up and leave the nest in the romantic realm, making a thousand and one plans to avoid any kind of confession to Silver, no matter what year, rank or gender tries, Lilia is going to "accidentally" stop it.

Malleus can only pray for his brother's well-being, as he knows he's about to go through quite a few embarrassing moments because of their father.

Español bajo el corte

Por mucho que ame la idea de Lilia siendo el casamentero de sus hijos y apoyando ciegamente cualquier enamoramiento que estos tengan, me gusta creer que es un papá celoso. Sobre todo con Silver.

Ama a Malleus y cree firmemente que sabe lo que es bueno para su futuro amoroso y para el bien del reino cuando lo ve suspirando como una doncella en su ventana (aunque obviamente hace sus investigaciones secretas a fondo del pasado del responsable de dichos suspiros, solo por si las dudas). Los dragones únicamente se unen por amor y solo pueden crear herederos si hay amor de por medio, así que no teme mucho por algún día ver futuros nietos viniendo por parte de él.

Sin embargo, Silver es una historia completamente aparte.

Es su bebe, su hijo más joven, con el que más aprendió sobre la humanidad y lo frágiles que son los seres por fuera de las hadas. Fue, es y siempre será su pequeño niño el cual aún lleva a su habitación cuando se queda dormido en lugares que no debería, y teme perder eso.

¿Quiere verlo feliz? Si ¿Quiere que se junte a una persona que ama? por su puerto ¿Quiere que forme una familia y le de nietos? Obviamente, es una pregunta estupida.

¿Quiere verlo con una pareja romántica en este momento? NO.

Me gusta creer que cuando tomo a Silver de bebe tuvo que investigar mucho sobre los infantes humanos y su obvio desarrolló hacia la adultez. El problema de esto es que se auto enseñó a sí mismo con libros bastante desactualizados sobre la anatomía y costumbres humanas, así que tiene una idea un poco… distorsionada de cómo sucede todo eso del crecimiento y las hormonas. El chico ya tiene 17 y Lilia sigue esperando a que le llegue la pubertad y los cambios físicos que decían los libros que leyó hace ya más de una década.

Así que imaginen que un día solo ve a su hijo empezando a ser rodeado por más jóvenes de sus edad, que son un poco demasiado alegres y afectivos con él, o que lo detienen en el pasillo solo para saludarlo y hablar un poco sobre su días, o dios no lo permita, que alguien le pida que lo acompañe a un punto más apartado para poder confesarse cómodamente. Lilia está segura de que su mundo se está cayendo a pedazos.

¡Estos animales hormonales quieren tomar a su bebé y arrebatarlo de él! (Eso NO ES ni de cerca lo que está pasando, pero el hada no entiende razón ni sentido)

Así que tienes a un hada de 700 años, que se niega a ver a su hijo más joven crecer y salir del nido en el ámbito romántico, haciendo mil y un planes para evitar cualquier tipo de confesión hacía Silver, no importa el año, rango o género del que lo intente, Lilia va a “accidentalmente” evitarlo.

Malleus solo puede rezar por el bien de su hermano, ya que sabe que está apunto de pasar por bastantes momentos vergonzosos por culpa de su padre.

[chaotic-toasters]

Gone (2)

So both parts of this have been out on Wattpad, I just felt like waiting a bit to post this one so you all could suffer 😈

Cortnee Vine x Reader

Arsenal Women x Reader

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"Cort? Are you in there?" Charlotte joked, waving her hand in front of Cortnee's face. "You left for sec."

"Yeah, sorry, what were you sayin', babes?"

"You ready for the match tomorrow?"

The winger racked her brain. "Against..."

"Arsenal! How have you forgotten? We've literally never played them before."

"Oh, right," Cortnee shook her head.  "It slipped my mind."

"You're so forgetful sometimes," Charlotte smiled fondly. "Aren't you excited to see Y/N?"

Y/N. Just hearing your name sent pangs of guilt through Cortnee's empty heart.

"Yeah, of course," she lied. "I'm always excited to see her."

The duo sat in silence, both occupied by their own thoughts.

"Hey, Char?" Cortnee said suddenly. "Could you ever imagine a life without me?"

Charlotte was quiet for a moment. "No. I need you. Why?"

"Just asking."

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"Hi, girls," you forced a smile onto your face as you slipped into the changing room. "We ready to face Sydney?"

"Yup," Katie patted you on the back uncharacteristically softly as you sat down at your cubby. "Ye' ready?"

"Mhm," you pulled your shirt over your head, missing the way Kim and Steph shared a look. "I'm excited."

Katie snorted, ignoring the way that the rest of your teammates glared at her. "Coulda fooled me."

"I am excited."

Stina silently intervened, pulling the door open and ushering Jonas inside to do his pre-match talk. "Quiet down, girls."

Jonas raised his eyebrows at the thin layer of awkwardness in the room. "Everybody alright?"

"Yes. Go ahead, Jonas."

"Okay, so..."

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"Y/N," Kim grabbed your arm just before you left the changing room. "Wait a minute."

"What is it, Kimmy?" you asked, eyes darting to the side where Steph was standing with her arms crossed.

The Scot sat on the bench, gesturing for you to do the same. "Ye' trust me, don't ye'?"

You nodded instantly. "Yes."

"I hope ye' understand that Steph informed me of yer' current... situation with Cortnee Vine," the captain stated apologetically. "Regardless of how ye' feel about that, ye' need to let me or Jonas know if ye' can't play today."

"Steph!" you hissed, standing up quickly. "I told you all of that because I trusted you! I don't want this getting out."

The defender's gaze never wavered. "Do you think we'd let something like this get out? I was your captain. Kim is your captain. We care about you as both a player and a person. If you can't play in today's game because the emotions are too high, then don't play. You're more important than football."

You clenched your jaw, reluctantly backing down and returning your gaze to Kim. "I'll tell you if I need to come off. Can I go now?"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

As soon as you were out the door, Kim sighed. "She's not gonna tell me shit."

"No, she won't," Steph agreed. "We'll just have to keep an eye on her. I'll let Lia and Stina know."

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Cortnee's eyes flicked to the left, pursing her lips as you slipped into the line of Gunners next to her.

It was as if you knew she was watching you, automatically diverting your gaze to look anywhere but at her.

She decided to just try talking to you. "Y/N—"

"Not now, Viney," Kyra whispered, reaching over to pat the winger on the shoulder. "Later."

Cortnee turned away, deciding to just sulk in silence. The two of you hadn't spoken since the incident, and it was killing her inside. She missed you. A lot.

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"Ow, fuck," you groaned, stretching out your leg as the whistle blew. "Fuck, that hurt."

Mackenzie Hawkesby extended her hand, offering you an apologetic smile as she pulled you to your feet. "Sorry, mate."

"S'alright," you answered gruffly. "Let's get back to it."

"Y/N—" Cortnee stopped short as you swiftly turned around. "Y/N, can we talk after this?"

You shook your head, jogging into position as Katie prepared to take the free kick. You didn't need any distractions.

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"WHY YE' TAKIN' THE PISS?!" Katie's booming shout was the first thing you heard after going down for the tenth time in fifteen minutes. "WHAT ARE YE' TRYIN' TO DO? KILL HER?"

Charlotte Mclean only shook her head, backing up slightly. "It was an accident."

"Katie," Kim's stern voice filled your ears next. "Leave it be. We don't need ye' gettin' a yellow."

You rolled over, clutching your ankle with a whimper as blood flowed quickly and freely down the side of your face.

"Y/N," Steph pressed a hand to the wound on your head, other hand resting on your back as you went limp from exhaustion (and maybe blood loss). "Y/N, don't move. The medics are coming."

"You'll get yer' arse over here if ye' know what's good for ye'," Katie growled, pulling against Lia and Kim. "Thinkin' ye' can just hurt Y/N like that? Think again."

Your eyes subconsciously drifted over to where she stood, taking in the way Cortnee was frozen in fear as she stared at the big screen.

It was replaying the moment in which Charlotte had timed her tackle wrong, hitting you square in the ankle and causing you to fly forwards and into the goalpost.

It spurred Cortnee into action, the winger darting over and shoving her own girlfriend out of anger. "What the hell, Charlotte?! Look at what you did! Look at Y/N! You fucking hurt her!"

Charlotte looked aghast. "It was an accident! And why the hell are you taking her side? I'm your girlfriend! Not her!"

"I wish she was!" Cortnee snapped before slapping a hand over her mouth.

You suddenly sat up, injuries forgotten as blood dripped down the side of your face. "Really?"

"LAY BACK DOWN!" Kim and Steph yelled, both pairs of hands shoving you onto your back.

"Y/N, where are we?" an Arsenal medic you didn't remember arriving asked you.

Cortnee took that as an opportunity to get away, apologizing to her manager before taking off into the tunnel.

"At the Emirates," you responded immediately, maneuvering yourself so that no blood would stian your jersey. "I don't have a concussion, mate."

"Well—"

Lotte peered over his shoulder. "She looks fine to me."

"Lotte, no," Kim protested. "Ye' had stitches all down the middle of yer' forehead and said ye' were fine. Ye' don't get a say in this."

"I do!" you objected, closing your left eye just before the crimson droplets could get into it. "It's my decision because I'minjured and I am me. And I say that I'm fine! I just need a bandage and then I'm good to go."

"Why is it bleedin' so much?" Kim sucked in a breath as more medics ran onto the field with a stretcher. "That's way too much blood just for a collision with a goalpost."

One of the medics shook their head as you shoved everybody off you and stood. "I don't—"

Their voice was cut off by the sudden ringing in your ears, hitting you at the same time the dizziness did. You keeled over, someone quickly catching you before you hit the ground.

In a panic, Steph tapped your clean cheek in an attempt to get you to respond. Unfortunately, you were already passed out, concussion symptoms making a delayed appearance but hitting you full force nonetheless.

Had you been conscious, you would have heard the cries of both the crowd and your teammates as you fell. You would have noticed the look of worry on Katie's usually smug face. You would have seen Kim's uncharacteristically terrified face. Seen Kyra hiding her face in Caitlin's shoulder. Seen Jonas sprinting onto the pitch with paramedics in tow.

Another thing that you weren't aware of was the paramedics telling your teammates that it wasn't a concussion. They weren't sure what yet, but it was something much worse.

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The waiting room was eerily silent, each and every player lost in their own thoughts as they waited for updates on your condition.

The game had been called off, both Kim and the Sydney FC captain wanting to follow you to the hospital.

Everyone had arrived at roughly the same time, storming into A&E and demanding to know what was going on.

A doctor had quickly informed them that you were suffering from an epidural hematoma and rushed to surgery.

No one had spoken since then, afraid that if another word was uttered it wouldn't end well.

It was simply a waiting game, the only sound being the ticking off the analog clock on the wall.

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes into hours. Some of the players fell asleep, while other forced their eyes open in hopes that you'd be out of surgery soon. It didn't work, and most drifted off with their worries still at the forefront of their thoughts.

It wasn't until early the next morning when a doctor would finally enter the room, clipboard in hand. "Family of Y/N—"

Everyone snapped awake, Kim shooting to her feet at her words. "Yes, that's us. What's going on?"

"Y/N Y/L/N was fortunate enough to not incur any permanent brain damage or go into a coma," the doctor assured with a smile. "She'll make a full recovery."

Cortnee breathed a sigh of relief from the corner of the room, wiping away a few stray tears as all of the other girls cheered quietly.

"Thank you, doctor," Kim's relief was evident. "Can we see her?"

"One at a time. She's very disoriented right now and it wouldn't be good to overwhelm her."

All eyes turned to Cortnee who only shook her head. "Doc just said not to overwhelm her. I don't think it would be a good idea right now."

"I'll go then," Steph declared, standing up. "Kim, you should go next. I think you need it more than her."

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"Hey, kiddo," Steph's voice was gentle as she sat on the chair next to the bed. She reached over to grab your hand. "How are you feeling, love?"

"Hey, Stephy," your eyes were shut, voice hoarse. "My head kinda hurts."

She smiled, just happy that you were alright. "I figured. You scared us, you know."

"'M sorry," you murmured, tugging Steph's hand closer. "Is anybody else here, or just you?"

She scoffed lightly. "Kid, everyone is here. Jonas is here, Kim is here, Katie is here... the whole team is here. So are the Sydney girls."

"Is Cortnee here?"

Steph faltered. "Y‐yeah. She doesn't want to come in, though. Doesn't think it's a good time."

"Okay," you mumbled, unsure of whether to be disappointed or relieved. "Did we win?"

"We called off the game," the defender said. "We were too worried."

"Oh."

"I'm gonna head out, kid. Kim's next. I think she needs to see you more than you need to see her."

You chuckled. "True."

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"Hey, Cort?" Charlotte's voice was hesitant. "I—"

She stopped short as her and Cortnee locked eyes. A sort of mutual understanding passed between them. No more words were spoken, but they seemed to come to an agreement. It hadn't been clear to either of them before, but now it made sense. They loved each other, but they hadn't been in love for quite some time.

They had thought that they were soulmates, and they weren't completely wrong, but they weren't completely right either. They were platonic soulmates. They cared deeply for each other, but they weren't meant to be together.

Maybe this wasn't what Cortnee had expected, but she wasn't complaining. All that was left was for her to convince you to give her a chance. If she succeeded, she was golden.

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"Kimmy?" you questioned.

"Yeah, kiddo?" the skipper's voice was less shaky now.

"Can— can you call Cortnee in? I want to see her."

Kim was silent. "Are ye' sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay, kiddo," the Scot patted your uninjured leg. "But if it gets too much, then I want you to tell her to leave. You can't be overwhelmed right now, and this isn't a great idea, but I trust you."

True to her word, she left, the door shutting behind her before it swung open a minute later to reveal the redhead who had been on your mind since you'd woken up. "Hey, Cort."

"Hey, Y/N," the winger hesitantly sat down at your beside, offering her hand which you took without a second thought. "I— I was worried about you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I— I missed you," she admitted. "Listen, what I said yesterday on that pitch— I meant it. Char and I— well, we kind of... we, um... we broke up."

The dull ache in your head paused, brain disconnecting at Cortnee's words. "Huh?"

"We ended it on good terms," Cortnee swallowed, forcing herself to keep going despite the cowardly urge to shut the fuck up and sprint out of the room. "She understood that—that I love you. You were my best friend, Y/N. I cared for you, but I didn't realize that the love I had for you wasn't platonic. I didn't realize that the love I had for Char wasn't romantic. It was the opposite."

Her confession was everything you'd ever wanted (other than having an almost fatal brain injury in the process), but now that it was happening, you could barely form the words to respond. "I—I love you too."

"Are you sure?"

You snorted. "What, do you want me to say, 'SIKE!' I WAS JUST KIDDING!'?

"No, no, no," she shook her head quickly. "I just want to make sure it's not the epidural hemahema whatever it's called talking."

You snickered.

"What? I'm not a doctor!"

"I'm sure, Cort," you smiled at her, reaching up to pat her cheek. "I love you. Always have, always will."

"That's sweet." She smiled back at you.

You waited. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"You gonna kiss me now or you just gonna stare at me?"

"Oh," Cortnee blushed. "Can I kiss you?"

"Are you deaf? I just said yes."

"Oh," she said again. "Oh."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing her by the front of her jersey and pulling her into a kiss. "You're an idiot sometimes, you know that?"

She grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, but now I'm your idiot."

"Yeah, you are. Put that on your Twitter bio, will ya?"

"Of course, love. Now get some rest."

"Love you."

"Love you too, Y/N."

"Oh, and one more thing," you said, grabbing her by the wrist just before she turned around. "FIFA declined my request to switch national teams."

Her grin became impossibly wider. "Really?"

"Yeah. Some dumb legal shit."

She squeezed your hand happily. "I love dumb legal shit."

"Me too, Cort. Me too."

[viajandopelomar]

🇧🇷 o texto em pt br estará lá em baixo

Rereading some passages from acotar, I just found out that there are half-fae in Velaris. Rhsyand found some after he took over and brought them in, providing shelter (my headcanon is that they are probably the less fortunate people, from those buildings on Nesta's block. No way they are high fae, and now that I know there are people there with human blood, it's so... "wow, it all makes sense"). He also says that he couldn't just give shelter to everyone because Velaris is hidden, he couldn't announce it, and people wouldn't go to the night court just because the high lord called them, would they? The night has always been despicable.

I also found out that YES, THERE ARE HUMANS WITH MAGIC IN THE WORLD OF PRYTHIAN. RARE, BUT THERE ARE! THOSE WITH DISTANT FAIRY BLOOD!! The rare worldbuilding we have in Acotar... And it's all wasted because it's just stuff that's mentioned... Where were these humans with the power to resist in the war (the recent one)?

Information taken directly from chapter 20 of ACOWAR.

We also have libraries rich in knowledge being burned with all the books because they didn't want the humans (slaves) to evacuate, but I don't know where these libraries were. I imagine Rhysand is talking about the territories closest to human lands, maybe even those kingdoms on the continent... It's such shallow information that it leaves more room for questioning than anything else 🤡. I went looking for information and found more scoop. Splendid, Sarah Gmails.

I put several random tags so that more people can see it.

🇧🇷 Relendo alguns trechos de acotar, acabei de descobrir que há semifeericos em Velaris. Rhsyand encontrou alguns depois que assumiu e os trouxe para dentro, fornecendo abrigo (headcanon é que eles provavelmente são as pessoas menos afortunadas, daqueles prédios no quarteirão de Nesta. De jeito nenhum eles são fae altos, e agora que eu sei que há pessoas lá com sangue humano, é tão... "uau, tudo faz sentido"). Ele também diz que não poderia simplesmente dar abrigo a todos porque Velaris está escondido, ele não poderia anunciar, e as pessoas não iriam para a corte noturna só porque o alto senhor as chamou, iriam? A noite sempre foi desprezível.

Eu também descobri que SIM, HÁ HUMANOS COM MAGIA NO MUNDO DE PRYTHIAN. RAROS, MAS HÁ! AQUELES COM SANGUE DE FADA DISTANTE!! A rara construção de mundo que temos em Acotar... E é tudo desperdiçado porque é só coisa que é mencionada... Onde estavam esses humanos com o poder de resistir na guerra (a recente)?

Informações retiradas diretamente do capítulo 20 de ACOWAR.

Também temos bibliotecas ricas em conhecimento sendo queimadas com todos os livros porque eles não queriam que os humanos (escravos) evacuassem, mas não sei onde essas bibliotecas estavam. Imagino que Rhysand esteja falando sobre os territórios mais próximos das terras humanas, talvez até mesmo aqueles reinos no continente... É uma informação tão superficial que deixa mais espaço para questionamentos do que qualquer outra coisa 🤡. Fui procurar informações e encontrei mais furos. Esplêndido, Sarah Gmails.

Colocando várias tags pra que mais pessoas vejam, bom dia.

[elucienweekofficial]

Elucien Fanfic Crossword Answer Key- One Shots

How did you do? It's our hope through this week of puzzles that folks are able to find an existing fanfiction that speaks to them! Consider these a small masterlist filled with recommendations from the community itself. Below you'll find every fanfiction recommended attached to the author who created it, added in the order they were submitted! Fics were also categorized to their best of our ability. Check them out below!

Heading Straight to You by @lucienarcheron

Inspired by a tumblr post I've also linked below: "I need elain to have her anthony bridgerton moment where lucien asks if she wants him to sever the bond and leave & she goes “do you think there’s a corner on this earth that you could travel to far enough to free me from this torment? you are the bane of my existence. and the object of all my desires."

So I decided to give elucien their own bridgerton moment :) Enjoy!

Hot and Clumsy by @witch-and-her-witcher

Feyre had warned him against falling into bed with her sister - but why hadn't she warned Lucien against the greater threat?

Of falling deeply, madly, inconceivably in love with Elain Archeron.

or

Lucien catches feelings bad in the yoga studio.

full moon, white honey by @shardminds

The worn parchment that had once held a recipe lay untouched in her quarters. She no longer needed it. Celandine, White Myrtle, Brain of a Drowner. Crush, Boil with Spirit, Bottle once cooled. Thirteen words seared into her bones. For the Witcher who too often showed her his.

all is for love, is for mind by @shardminds

Lulled by the song of the wind as it called through the valley, Elain watched the clouds form impossible shapes, carried on the same breeze that cooled her heated skin, and asked the only question she had left.

“What does love feel like?”

Letters by @nocasdatsgay

Lucien takes the brunt of Koschei’s curse and using her powers Elain sees the key to saving him is somewhere in the stack of letters he’s sent her over the years.

Hover Corte by. @areyoudreaminof

On her own self-imposed exile, Elain finds herself in the human lands to offer help to the Band of Exiles and try to make some progress with her estranged mate. Lucien, meanwhile, can’t quite find his footing with Elain. With the clock ticking, can they finally come to an understanding?

This Time, I'm Ready by @lucienarcheron

Inspired by Long Story Short by TS. I was listening to it randomly and a scene of Elain started playing out in my head. Recommend listening to it while reading :)

A Heartbreak in Mid-December by @climbthemountain2020

Lucien gets rip-roaring drunk after yet another failure of a Solstice and spends some time reflecting on the events that led him here. He decides that perhaps it's time to let go of the bond once and for all.

OR

ClimbTheMountain2020 couldn't stop picturing Elucien scenarios while listening to Neck Deep.

A Cut Above The Rest by @crazy-ache

“Wait!” Elain clambered to her feet, jumping off the bed. He looked at her expectedly, dagger in one hand and a handful of hair in the other. What was there to say? That she had always secretly adored his hair just the way it was? That he couldn’t possibly cut it before she even had the chance to run her fingers through it? “Let me do it,” she said.

While on the run in the Continent, Elain and Lucien must discuss what has remained unspoken after a frightening incident.

Desperately Waiting by shipatfirstsight

She tries not to think about Lucien

And now good-morrow to our waking souls by zipadeea

“Good morrow to you, little Lucien,” Rhysand crooned as he stepped forth from the shadowy ether, watching Lucien stand slowly and brush the grass from his trousers. “Here to treat with me again regarding my bargain with Feyre darling?”

Lucien took a deep breath, willing the need to punch the smirk off Rhysand’s smug face out of his body.

“No. Well,” Lucien said thoughtfully. “Yes. I suppose. I want you to keep her. Don’t bring Feyre back at the end of the week. Keep her in the Night Court.”

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Lucien tries to save the three Archeron sisters. He fails.

Cinnamon and Honey by @velidewrites

Lucien has long given up on his crush on Elain Archeron — until she drops by his flower shop to return a bouquet from her now ex-boyfriend.

I Can't Help Myself From Looking At You by @tuzna-pesma-snova

Years have passed since Elain had last seen Lucien and since she had broken the bond. But once all High Lords get invited to Nyx's 18th birthday party their encounter is inevitable. Will this encounter change everything or not?

Rita's Shenanigans by @vulpes-fennec

Hoping to break the ice with her mate, Elain enlists her family’s help in setting up a night out at Rita’s. A post-ACOSF, Modern AU (with Fae lore).

Troublesome Child by NovaComette

Rhysand and Feyre left for the day and it's up to Elain and Lucien to take care of Nyx. And what hell of a day they'll have to deal with.

Help! I'm Fainting by @sunshinebingo

“I need a healer,” Elain loudly exclaimed. “What!?” Lucien pulled his chair back in a panicked state. Was she sick? What was – Elain reached him before he could stand and oh so gently dropped herself on his lap with a breathless, “Help! I’m fainting.”

...

When his mate barged into his office claiming to be sick, Lucien had to find out what she had and how to take care of her.

bet on me by @crazy-ache

Elain is caught sulking at her sister's mating ceremony. Lucien wagers a drinking game to prove who knows the other best.

“Go on. Tell me all about myself, Lucien Vanserra.”

And there is the matter of something charged sitting between them at the table. He was challenging her. An invitation for friction, a consideration to be included in the joke, a bid to entwine in something deliciously improper. Elain could not remember the last time anyone had offered her anything remotely tantalizing.

Inspiration by @lucienarcheron

Prompt: Modern AU | Aspiring writer Elain Archeron is looking for some inspiration for her new novel when she happens to meet the perfect man for the job.

Forget Me Not by @lucienarcheron

Drunk Elain and her shenanigans.

in eternal bloom by @crazy-ache

On the quest to find the sixth mortal queen, Lucien Vanserra meets a human with brown eyes and that same stubborn Archeron nose. Together, on their search for Vassa, Lucien befriends Elain’s father, and learns a bit more about his mate.

I Like You by @fieldofdaisiies

Elain decides that she is ready to make a move towards Lucien. And yes, it is a bit sad.

Speak Now by @separatist-apologist

I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion. But you are not the kind of boy who should be marrying the wrong girl

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don't touch) by @belabellissima

But in the end, it didn’t matter what Elain did to protect the puzzle - three pieces had been missing right from the start. They would never fall into place. Elain felt like that puzzle every time she saw Lucien, every time Feyre brought up his name, tried to push Elain into accepting him. She could see the image, see the outcome in her mind - the perfect life, the love, the children, the years together - but she wasn’t whole. She was lacking those pieces - the one thing that would make her the full image of a perfect, doting wife.

Or: The author saying ace!Elain rights.

Metamorphosis by @starry-mantle

How a butterfly and some reference books lead Elain to reconsider the mate she's been trying so hard to ignore.

A Feeling So Peculiar by @rarephloxes

As Elain struggles to embrace her new body after being drowned in the Cauldron for political purposes she has never been privy to, she undertakes the gruesome journey to dissociate herself from whomever she has ever been or could ever become, Elain feels ready to do what it takes to quiet her mind and dull her senses. In her haste and need to flee while staying inside, she finds herself drawn to knowledge that will change the course of her destiny.

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Or: The Healer!Elain fic

curses and gifts by @crazy-ache

In which Elain is cursed to live that fateful day with the Cauldron again and again and again. Until a choice is made.

lost in your current (like a priceless wine) by @withclawandvine

On Elain’s birthday Lucien sends her a gift. She decides she’s going to put an end to these unwanted, unreciprocated presents once and for all. Instead, something begins.

Sunshine and Reunions by @shallyne

This Oneshot plays in the same Universe as Sunshine and Promises BUT you can read it seperately

Elain is sick and Lucien visits her

[alpaca-clouds]

What are Minstrels, Jesters and Bards?

Keeping it up with me rambling about the middle ages and fantasy, let me talk about one of the things that seems to confuse a lot of people - especially because most fantasy media just kinda mixes this one up. The difference between Minstrels, Jesters and Bard. Given that all the words are so often used interchangably. But, indeed, there is a big difference, if we look at it from a historical perspective.

The very, very basic differentiation is like this:

A Bard was a Celtic song writer and storyteller

A Minstrel was a medieval travelling singer, poet, acrobat and storyteller

A Jester was a medieval singer, poet, acrobat and storyteller working at a cort. In the late medieval time they were more acrobats and people telling jokes though.

Also there is Troubadoures, who were mostly singers and storytellers at the courts.

Let me talk a bit about the different groups in detail, though.

Bards

Bard as a word comes specifically from the Gaelic word for "poet", which basically tells us most about them. as with so many things concerning the celts, the early history of them is not very well known. We do know, though, that they played a certain role within the Gaelic and Welsh societies both in keeping the oral history of the societies alive, as well as celebrating chiefs and warriors with their songs. Other than other aspects of Celtic societies, the bards did remain for a long while into the medieval period, though how the societies treated them did vary a lot by region.

While in some areas due to their connection to the Celtic (and hence indigenous) religion and culture, they were seen as "second class poets" in some areas - especially in Ireland - with the true poets being connected to the church.

Never the less: Whatever we still know about the Celtic mythology of the British isles is all only known thanks to bards. Because bards kept those oral traditions alive at times till the late and post-medieval period, allowing them to be written down.

Mistrels

Minstrels developed a lot in what their role was. In the early medieval period they were often still bound to courts of kings and lords, where they would perform a wide variety of things. Songs, poems, theatre, acrobatics and dance being most among them. But in the high medieval period it became more and more common that the courts would employ jesters and troubardores, who were more specialized. With those a lot of minstrels became travellers. They would travel the lands and always remain in cities and villages for a while, collect stories, perform their arts and then move on. As such they helped to spread stories throughout the lands - though people could not always be sure whether the stories they told and sang were true or not.

Minstrels often had close networks among each other, though. Exchanging stories and songs they had written and collected. As such they often had a very wide repatoir that they could share with the people.

It should be noted that while there were people like this throughout the entire medieval world, minstrels as we would call them were most common in Medieval France and England, with some also being around in Germany (that is the Holy Roman Empire). Travelling singers and songwriters in the rest of Europe had a bit of a different background, often being closer to the celtic bards.

And yes, minstrels are very much the closest thing here to what bards in DnD are displayed as.

Jesters

Among those noted here, jesters are probably the one occupation people have the best idea of, given that they are fairly big in even modern popculture - even outside of fantasy. I mean, in your standard deck of cards the "Joker" usually is portrayed as a jester.

Jesters were fairly interesting. While they also would at times do poetry and songs, they often were more acrobats, joksters and magicians, who most of the time were bound to the court of a lord, duke or king. In these positions they did however often serve a very important role, as they were allowed to hold a mirror to whoever they served and give them the truth. Basically: They were allowed most of the time to criticize even kings. (Which does not mean that they always got away with it - but usually they got away with way more than most people.) As such a common idea of a jester was, that they were supposed to be wise and also act as a sort of advisor to whomever they served.

Interestingly enough there is a lot of historical evidence that often enough this specific roll was filled by disabled and disfigured people, who could not work in other rolls. Which in hindsight is interesting especially because it gave some disabled people a very important role within the society.

Troubadours

Finally we have the troubadours, who were most of all singers and poets working at the courts. Their art was seen as more "high class" than the work of the normal minstrels. They often would entertain nobility during their feasts and on festivals and celebrations. While they were not the same as jesters, they often were however allowed to parody and do satire of the lords, with that also reflecting on their actions.

So, yeah. There is a difference between these words. While there definitely were bards that served as troubadours, and troubadours who ended up becoming minstrels... It was a bit of a difference between those roles.

The fact that the bards were so tied to celtic cultures is especially a fact that so often gets overlooked.

So, there you have it. xD Maybe some food for thoughts for my dear fellow bard players.

[painted-bees]

5 10 15 for Cortes my sweetheart Cortes

5. Does your OC have a signature weapon and/or attack? How long did they train to master it?

Oh yes, and she was born natural with it: The combination of time an indifference will slay any adversary.

10. Is your OC sentimental or pragmatic? Do they keep mementos or only what they need to survive? Have they always been this way or did something happen to make them change?

This is a tricky question. Cortes changes every day, in tiny superficial ways...but in the grand view of things, with considerations for the totality of her--she is wholly unchanging.

She has fleeting moments of what appears to be sentimentality, but she is functionally pragmatic in nature.

15. What places hold significant meaning or memories for your OC? Do they have a positive or negative association with those places?

She loves the ocean. Specifically, the pacific ocean. It is like a cradel of comfort. A quite, hidden corner of the universe that she had fertively retreated into. Here, she can compress and become imperceptibly small within an anomolously life-filled environment--effectively avoiding detection from that who might otherwise be considered all-seeing.

[system-of-a-feather]

Literature Reading and Discussion #2

(These are informal readings, take aways and just thoughts I have on interesting articles that I think were worth sharing. My comments are developed AS I read them, cause I always talk to myself and the article while I read them. This is just literally how I annotate literature papers, so read it like a live blog of sorts; people are welcome to read and discuss and comment)

Article: The Neurobiology of Infant Attachment-Trauma and Disruption of Parent–Infant Interactions

"The focus of the present manuscript is to review the current literature on infant trauma within attachment, with an emphasis on animal research to define mechanisms and translate developmental child research. [....] Through rodent neurobehavioral literature we discuss the important role of repeated elevations in stress hormone corticosterone (CORT) in infancy, especially if paired with the mother (not when pups are alone) as targeting the amygdala and causal in infant pathology."

Just putting a focus on this and emphasis on the context that this is a review based on rodent studies. Rodent studies are actually really helpful and have been pretty foundational in a lot of psychology so its not to undermine it, but important to keep in mind.

... Jesus though I do love how the introduction cites like 8000 articles supporting the main claims. I do like that. Oh hey I actually know one of the professors / researchers in the list referenced in the introduction. She was a great professor XD

"Notably, there is typically a social context to this early-life fear and anxiety, observable through excessive fear of strangers, novel environments, and distress upon separation from caregivers (i.e., Separation Anxiety) and this is damaging enough to disrupt typical, daily childhood experiences"

You know, its not a NEW thought to me, but it does make me think of the potential cascading affect that this alone could cause. A lot of early childhood brain development is heavily based on the ability to explore diverse stimuli and give the brain a lot of material to work with to learn more and basically become an efficient guide to navigating the world. Ignoring any other neurobiological mechanisms, if a child has excessive fear and avoids new activities and opportunities, the overall development of many skills and regions of the brain that might be dependent on that input to develop "typically" would likely be hindered compared to peers that don't have that issue.

"While some may suggest that parent–infant attachment is unique to humans, John Bowlby, the father of Attachment Theory, was strongly influenced by animal research on attachment. Bowlby’s discussions with animal researchers, specifically with ethologists studying rodents, non-human primates, and avian imprinting (Lorenz, 1958; Harlow and Zimmermann, 1959; Hess, 1959; Kovach and Hess, 1963; Seay and Harlow, 1965; Hinde and Spencer-Booth, 1971; Suomi et al., 1971; Lorenz et al., 1982; Hinde, 2005; van der Horst et al., 2008), led him to postulate that attachment is phylogenetically preserved across species, further supporting the usefulness of cross-species research to inform the understanding of child development."

Ah yes the classic "humans are special!!!!" idea that some people really do have.

"For example, imprinting research showed that the critical feature of attachment learning was not based on a specific parental care behavior, but rather through simple movement of the infant’s attachment target (Hess, 1959)."

I think I might have to skim that article to understand more of what theyre saying here. LETS GO ON A READING TANGENT. This one Ill keep a little more casual because its really old literature + I have to manually retype things I want to comment on + its not the focus, I just need context on that but DETOUR to Imprinting in Birds (Hess, 1959).

"Such limited 'critical periods' during which the animal is extremely susceptible to theeffects of certain kinds of experiences, have never been found in cases of association learning. This is apparently one reason why some researchers have resisted the idea of critical periods in imprinting. [...] if experimentation on imprinting is carried out with animals who are beyond the critical age period, then only assocaition learning, and not true imprinting, is possible. This fact has not been fully recognized by experimenters who believe that imprinting and association learning are the same process."

I find this just an incredibly interesting thing to reference and look at because critical periods are now EXTREMELY well supported and extremely foundational in developmental psychology / developmental psychopathology and to hear that there was a notable resistance against them because of a lack of findings in "cases of association learning" specifically is honestly such a funny and great example as to why its not a good idea to write off a possibility / concept based on one specific type / perspective / field of research. Cause yeah, I can believe there wasn't any signs of critical periods in association learning, but there ARE in developmental psychology and developmental neurobiology. Its also a great discussion and commentary on how bias impacts research.

There is another striking difference between imprinting and association learning. In association learning, pain- ful or aversive stimulation causes animals to avoid association with the object connected with the painful stimulation, but the opposite is the case in imprinting. If a young duckling is being imprinted to a human being who steps on its toes, the duckling does not run away from the careless human being in fear; on the contrary, it stays even closer. This observation led us to conclude that the enhancing effect of such painful experience on the degree to which the animal imprints represents a basic difference between imprinting and association learning.

[...] he found that hatchlings first exposed to him would not form an attachment to their own mother. In association learning, whatever has been most recently learned has greater influence on an animal's behavior, while in imprinting, the object to which the animal is exposed first is the one to which it is most strongly attached.

Just a neat passage on key features of imprinting.

While we now consider food imprinting and social imprinting in birds to be highly similar, we do not expect to find them alike in all respects, for they are related to two very different vital functions-social cohesiveness, necessary for the survival of a social species, and ingestion of nutritious ma terial, necessary for the survival of the individual. Further research will indicate which properties of these learning processes are basic to both and, therefore, characteristic of the imprinting mechanism in general.

Just another neat passage.

Anyways, detour over, it seems to just be commenting on how attachment seems to be affected and the specific quality doesn't impact imprinting as much as 'being a moving object' in the vicinity of the chick during a critical period matters. Which I probably would have understood if I continued reading rather than going on a tangent but WHATEVER. It was a nice read

"Furthermore, even though there is a biological predisposition for attachment to bird-like objects, the moving object did not need to approximate a caregiving behavior, and the moving object could be almost any object (i.e., box, another species) to support attachment learning in the chick. Moreover, most surprisingly, during this sensitive period of imprinting, shocking chicks actually produced an attachment to the moving attachment figure (Hess, 1964; Sullivan, 2012), further illustrating that attachment forms regardless of the quality of caregiving, including in the experience of pain."

This was literally the part right after it. Listen, I'm too used to reading people who don't summarize or explain the literature when they cite it ok. I forgot this was a proper paper

"Specifically, research supports that secure attachment to caregivers provides a safe haven which can shield a child from the negative implications of increased stress and prevent it from compromising functioning, but infant attachment associated with a maltreating caregiver is associated with reduced social buffering (Cicchetti and Toth, 1995; Gunnar and Fisher, 2006; Fries et al., 2008; Evans and Porter, 2009; Pechtel and Pizzagalli, 2011; Gunnar et al., 2015; Hanson et al., 2015; McLaughlin et al., 2015; Sanchez et al., 2015; Drury et al., 2016; Koss et al., 2016; Howell et al., 2017; Raineki et al., 2019; Opendak et al., 2020; Perry et al., 2020; Shakiba and Raby, 2021; Smith and Pollak, 2021). In other words, one reason for high stress in infancy is due to infants’ experiencing trauma, but it is also due to the infants’ inability to use the parent to socially buffer their stress response—both of which can produce high levels of stress hormones during infancy."

I think this is the best description / explanation of how 'its not necessarily the trauma that happened to a child that determines the impact as much as the ability to have support from their peers and caregivers that determines the impact of trauma.

In summary, within typical development across species, the presence of the caregiver reduces infants’ response to trauma by reducing the stress hormone release. Animal research suggests that the mother blocks the release of stress hormones by blocking activation of the HPA axis and depriving the amygdala of an age-specific dependence on the stress hormone CORT. CORT is required to engage plasticity mechanisms within the amygdala during the transitional sensitive period (see Figure 3), with the mother blocking its release, thus blocking the response to trauma, and learning about the trauma. The evolutionary significance of this maternal blockade of trauma-induced stress release and its blockade of responsiveness to trauma may be to protect the infant brain from the disruptive effect of stress hormones in early life

Just sharing this bit. TLDR; parental bonds serve a buffering role in early development to reduce the cortisol stress response and helps in preventing the stress response from having long run effects on the infant

The child development literature suggests that the parent–infant social buffering system is degraded with repeated trauma-parent associations, which can occur in maltreatment (Nachmias et al., 1996; Gunnar and Donzella, 2002; Gunnar, 2003; Loman and Gunnar, 2010; Tottenham et al., 2010), and has been replicated in both rodent and non-human primates [...] To better understand how the quality of caregiving can alter the infant’s neurobehavioral response to trauma, we again can look to research on rodents. As illustrated in Figure 4 early-life adversity, if it occurs in the presence of the attachment figure, disrupts neurobehavioral development equivalent to maltreatment (amygdala, hippocampus), while early-life adversity when the rat pup is alone has less impact (only hippocampus).

And aye there's the rub.

Honestly there is probably more I could say on this but Imma be real with you I got sleepy AF half way through this so you get what my half awake brain puts out. Imma nap /hj /maybe serious /we will see

[ninawolv3rina]

Fun facts about Blood in the Water:

- Carmen is named after one of my main inspos for her, Ripley from Alien (the Weaver part of Cortez-Weaver)

- I began writing BitW after I was immensely disappointed by execution of The Last Voyage of the Demeter (2023) and immensely impressed by the execution of the short Terror in VHS 94 (2021)

- Cort's name being stolen by his younger brother is a reference to my name being stolen by MY younger brother

- Cort and Carmens names starting with C is a reference to my initials

- I have a whole extended post-canon plot where Cort starts a longterm relationship with a fellow vampire professor (and they're both boys and they kiss)

- meanwhile Carmen stays human and reincarnates. They NEVER accept vampire-hood even when offered, every reincarnation. Cort is always looking for them, every reincarnation.

- at first Cort's new boyfriend hears that Cort is always going to pursue carmen in their new incarnations, he's jealous, but then he meets them and is like "no i get it" and fully joins in Cort's effort

- yes I'd love to write stories about the poly vampire throuple one day but I have other stuff I need to write first

[liminalmemories21]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @paperstorm, @freneticfloetry, @carlos-in-glasses, @lemonlyman-dotcom, and @three-drink-amy. Thanks!

I opened old WIP to try and psych myself out of whatever block I'm having with knave-verse, and this seems to just mean I have more open files to procrastinate on?

On the other hand, I did write this scene in knave-verse - new theory, if just keep writing scenes eventually they'll transfigure themselves into something coherent? (I mean, this did kind of work for the first one, so . . . )

Mitchell ambushes him at the front door.  "ADA Cortes is here."

He frowns.  "Julián? Why?"

She shrugs. "I didn't ask."

He scowls at her. "Helpful. Thank you."

She leans against the edge of the intake desk and peers around the corner in the direction of the bullpen. "He never remembered my coffee order."

He sighs. "Yes, your dislike for Julián is well documented. He's probably just here about a case." Although off the top of his head he can't think of what case.

She hmmms. "I'm just saying, TK always gets my coffee order right, and he brings the good bagels."

He eyes her, and decides he doesn't really want to ask what mental leap she'd just made was. "Noted."

She hmms, dissatisfied with his response. "I'm keeping an eye on him." He gives her a dubious look, but she lets him go with an imperious wave.

He stops near his desk, where Julián is leaning over it, looking at the pictures he keeps there - his family, TK, a picture of him and Mitchell after they'd solved their first case together. "Julián, sorry did I forget a meeting?"

Julián shakes his head. "I just wanted to stop by to see if you had an update on the case."

He frowns. "Which case?"

Julián gestures. "The missing painting."

Carlos frowns more. "You'd need to speak to SSA Tulson about that. The theft is a White Collar case, not my jurisdiction."

"You seemed pretty involved the other night."

He raises his eyebrows. "That was just a coincidence. I was there as a guest."

Julian looks annoyed. "Right, as TK Strand's date. At a cocktail party at Cliff Massey's house."

He stares at Julian mystified. "Yes? Massey's on the Board at the Blanton. TK works at the Blanton."

Julian's lips tighten in annoyance. "I could barely get you to go out to a restaurant with me, but apparently now you're fine parading around the Austin elite as a plus one."

He blinks, taken aback. "The hell?"

Julián looks indecisive for a moment, like he's weighing whether he wants to say something, and Carlos remembers that from when they'd dated, the way Julián would pretend to debate with himself before he told you something he thought was for your own good. He hasn't missed it. "I looked up your boyfriend."

"Did you?" he says with a bland calm he's not feeling.

Julián nods. "He seemed very knowledgeable about art theft for a guy who's a glorified art teacher, so I got curious. He's got quite a record."

Carlos glances around the bullpen, and then takes Julián's elbow, steering him towards the conference room, tightening his grip when Julián starts to protest. "I am not doing this with you here." It isn't until they're in the conference room, and Carlos is leaning back against the door that he lets his smile drop. "So, you looked into TK?"

Julián nods. "After the theft, and some of the comments I overheard, I thought I should do my due diligence."

"Did you?" he repeats thinly. "You know, when people say they don't trust law enforcement this is part of what they mean, this kind of gross and blatant abuse of power."

Julián looks startled, but not guilty, and Carlos feels the dull flush of anger start to build. "What does that mean?"

"What possible reason did you have to run a background check on TK? There's been no arrest in the case, there's no indictment for you to prosecute. He's not even a person of interest."

"Maybe he should be."

Carlos grits his teeth. "Because?"

"He has a file an inch thick," Julian snaps, "all of it for art theft."

He holds on to his temper with a thread. "Yes. You know what isn't in that file? An arrest. For anything. Which SSA Tulson knows, which is why he doesn't consider TK a person of interest. Not," he mutters, "that is any of your business."

"You introduced him to your parents."

He gapes at the non sequitur. "Are you stalking him?"

Julián makes a sharp gesture. "I looked at his fucking Instagram account, and there he is laughing with Major Reyes, and helping someone I'm guessing is your mother blow out the candles on a birthday cake. I mean, I'm just guessing because it's not like I ever met her."

Carlos stares at him. "I'm sorry, are you jealous? We broke up two years ago, and I wasn't the one who ended it."

Julián glares at him.  "I was falling in love with you.  I was falling in love with you, and you never let me in, not really.  And it didn't seem like that was ever going to change, no matter how long I waited.  I broke up with you before you had a chance to break my heart."  His mouth twists a little.  "Might have left it too late for that anyway."

Carlos has no idea what to say.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't know."  And stalls, because what can he say after that?  Everything he can think of feels unkind.

"Yeah, I got that message, loud and clear.  Thanks." Julián stares at the folders on the table, but Carlos doesn't think he sees them.  "What does he have that I didn't?"  Carlos blinks, startled, and Julian presses the point.  "We could have been so good together, we could have made a name for ourselves."

"Been the fashionable gay power couple," he suggests dryly. Julian shrugs and doesn't deny it.

tagging @chaotictarlos, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and @lutavero

[saaddy61]

◽◼ COLOR AND MONOCHROME ◼◽

[ᴇɴɢ] Well, I was doing a monochromatic color study and at the same time painting with Overlay and then rendering and then I thought, why not do it with some of my characters? here's the result

[ᴘᴛ-ʙʀ] Bom eu estava fazendo um estudo de cores monocromáticas e ao mesmo tempo de pintura com Overlay e logo seguida renderizar e dai pensei, por que não fazer com alguns personagens meus? cá está o resultado

#1 - THAIS AND KAIN [JJK OC'S]

[ᴇɴɢ] Coming from a Jujutsu Kaisen tabletop RPG of mine and my friends, Thais (being my character) and Kain (an npc and third year teacher) are adopted father and daughter, being one of my favorite and comfort characters :)

[ᴘᴛ-ʙʀ] Vindos de um RPG de mesa de Jujutsu Kaisen minha e dos meus amigos, Thais (sendo minha personagem) e Kain (um npc e professor do terceiro ano) são pai e filha adotivos, sendo um dos meus personagens favoritos e de conforto :)

[ᴇɴɢ]

I know, they seem to look similar seeing as they both have a scarf and short hair of the "same" style, but it wasn't like that before.

Thais used to have long, loose hair, but after an angry outburst during a fight, she decided to cut it when she saw that it was in the way. She then went to a hairdresser to get it cut and decided to do it like her father's, the person she most admired throughout her life. The scarf was a Christmas present from Kain himself, as she had always commented on wanting a similar scarf to wear in winter, she thought it was beautiful.

Unfortunately, this detail is saddened when she discovers that Kain has been condemned to death by the upper echelon along with all the other Kamo, after the Kamo Clan was concluded to be traitors. Thais couldn't say goodbye and the only thing she had left was this resemblance in appearance.

(Thais is not considered a Kamo, unfortunately they were never able to actually carry out the adoption papers due to the rules of the Kamo Clan and her not being of the same family blood, but in any case, Kain took care of her as his daughter).

[ᴘᴛ-ʙʀ]

Eu sei, eles parecem ter uma aparência semelhantes vendo que ambos tem um cachecol e cabelo curto do "mesmo" estilo, mas não era assim antes.

Thais antes tinha cabelo longo e solto, mas após um surto de raiva durante luta, decidiu cortar-lo ao ver que ele atrapalhava. Depois ela foi num cabelereiro para ajeitar o corte de decidiu fazer que nem o de seu pai, a pessoa qual ela mais adimirava em sua vida toda. O cachecol foi um presente de natal do próprio Kain, pois ela sempre comentou de querer um cachecol semelhante para usar no inverno, achava bonito.

Infelizmente esse detalhe fica triste, após descobrir que Kain foi condenado a morte pelo alto escalão junto de todos os outros Kamo, após o Clã Kamo ter sido concluido como traidores. Thais não pode se despedir e a unica coisa que lhe restou foi essa semelhança em aparência.

(Thais não é considerada uma Kamo, infelizmente nunca conseguiram realmente realizar os papeis de adoção devido as regras do Clã Kamo e ela não ser do mesmo sangue familiar, mas de qualquer jeito, Kain a cuidou como sua filha).

[ᴇɴɢ] Well, I think I've said enough about Kain up there… But yes, unfortunately my dear father isn't alive…

Kain is a great teacher, father and friend. Even though he struggled to show that he cared about people, he was a lot of fun, no matter how dull he was, he was a very likeable character.

[ᴘᴛ-ʙʀ] Bom acho que já falei muito do Kain ali em cima… Mas é, infelizmente meu querido pai não está vivo…

Kain é um ótimo professor, pai e amigo. Mesmo com dificuldades de demonstrar que se importa com as pessoas, ele era alguém bem divertido, por mais que monótomo, ele era um personagem bem amável.

#2 JULIAN AND EMMA [OC'S]

[ᴇɴɢ] Both are from a comic book project I'm creating and both have participated and will participate in a Call of Cthulhu tabletop RPG.

[ᴘᴛ-ʙʀ] Ambos são de um projeto de HQ qual estou criando e ambos participaram e irão participar de um RPG de mesa de Call of Cthulhu.

[ᴇɴɢ] Emma is a police detective, a very complicated personality to describe, but I find it very interesting! In this drawing she has the old design (she's only changed her clothes), and oddly enough, it's from 40s!

[ᴘᴛ-ʙʀ] Emma é uma detetive policial, uma personalidade muito complicada para se descrever, mas acho muito interessante! Neste desenho está com o design antigo (mudou só a roupa), por curiosidade, é dos anos 40!

[ᴇɴɢ] I won't comment too much on Julian specifically, as he's the protagonist of the project, so I don't want to give away spoilers or comment too much until I've posted about him, but you can be sure that he's a very interesting character! He's my number one comfort character :)

[ᴘᴛ-ʙʀ] Julian especificamente não irei comentar muito, pois como ele é o protagonista do projeto, não quero dar spoilers ou comentar muito até eu postar sobre, mas podem ter certeza de que ele é um personagem bem interessante! Ele é meu personagem de conforto numero 1 :)

[toxic-ship-tournament]

ROUND 2 / SIDE A / POLL 3

Artekai x Fross (@artekai) vs Rose Cortez x Joseph Seed (@jinfromyarikawa)

who makes up your ship?:

Artekai (he/him) and Fross (he/him)

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

What's NOT toxic about them? Fross is an immortal space billionaire, while Artekai (also Kai) is a mortal on Earth in the middle of a corruption arc. Fross has a victim complex, Kai has a hero complex. They enable the worst in each other, but they would hate each other if they actually took the time to get to know one another. They are in love because they are both somehow equally pretentious somehow, they are in love with the idea of being in love, they are just each other’s escapism. They met because Kai fatally stabbed Fross while he was trying to steal Earth's terraforming system (long story, they are Horizon OCs). But Kai quickly regretted it, because he realized that Fross was unarmed, and it was against his moral code to attack someone who was unarmed. And so, to avoid having that weighing on his conscience, he decided to take Fross and nurse him back to health. Yes, they both thought this was the most romantic thing ever. Kai considers this a casual fling like most of his romantic relationships, but Fross would do anything to make Kai his and only his forever. From lies, manipulation, and guilt tripping, to gaslighting, kidnapping, and isolating Kai from his loved ones, it's all on the table. He’s certainly not afraid to take advantage of the vulnerable state that Kai was in when he got into his relationship (he had just had a really bad friendship breakup, so he was horribly lonely and his ego had been shattered). When the truths that Fross had been hiding from Kai finally came out, Fross snapped and tried to kidnap him, planning to drag him to space with him and make him immortal as well so they could be together forever. It was then that Kai finally decided that he was done, and so he fatally stabbed Fross again in a fit of rage, coming full circle.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

Ship tag: Frosskai Artekai playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7vmQQ3oJOqItfMCpMg2Ab1?si=e61bc643276d466b Fross playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/13dyyNtUismAc2LzjJdxSX?si=3b97080df1214b02 Frosskai playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5o5uIiOE2HEwhwT3US2KET?si=8cf3cdcd3ae74c1c

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art by @wewillryes

who makes up your ship?:

Rose Cortez and Joseph Seed

why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:

Where do I start... They are two people that found comfort in the other. That comfort isn't always the happy and loving comfort they needed. The relationship did start with Joseph manipulating Rose, making her emotionally and mentally vulnerable. Even if Rose became self aware of what he did, she very much took advantage of her situation. Just like Joseph did with her, she too found a way to emotionally and mentally manipulate him. It became a push and pull between them, making the other worse instead of better. They encourage the horrible behavior and excused the others actions. Joseph and Rose are not just horrible to each other but to everyone else around them.

ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:

x: hay amores que matan, joseph x rose, https://www.tumblr.com/jinfromyarikawa/705307805986570240/joseph-seed-x-rose-cort%C3%A9z-x?source=share playlist link

[darkacua]

The rarer the Ship the BETTER

I know as a fandom we made a lot of jokes about Silver and Deuce trying to get their parents together in a relationship just for the hell of it. Who doesn't love a little nonsense about two people who love their single parents too much and only want the best for them?

BUT YOU KNOW WHO ELSE HAS A SINGLE FATHER? AND IS IT COMPLETELY CANON THAT HE DOESN'T HAVE AND REALLY CARES NOTHING TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIS BIRTH MOTHER?

YES, I TALK ABOUT VIL!

The idea that Eric Venue, the big name actor, has somehow started dating Deuce's mom is funnier than anything else to me, for a host of reasons.

Because you and I know that Vil is going to hate the idea for the first few months, you're not going to tell me that this 18-year-old actor and supermodel is not a jealous son.

He has been the most important of his father all his life, he has never had to share his attention and/or love with anyone else even once, since even with his father's scattered schedules he has shown to be someone who always has in mind. count Vil and support him with whatever he is doing.

And he's not willing to share the man who raised him with anyone now, or in the near future.

He calms down as time goes by and after the first time they all have dinner together.

Yes, that includes Deuce in the plans to “introduce my son to my current partner”, it confuses him a little and makes him nervous that his mother is dating not only famous movie actor (“Mom, where the hell did you meet this man?”), if not said superstar, IS THE DAD OF ONE OF HIS SUPERIOR.

A few very uncomfortable months are approaching for this chick-loving boy and our beloved model.

Español bajo el corte.

Se que como fandom hicimos muchos chistes sobre Silver y Deuce intentando juntar a sus padres en una relación solo porque sí ¿Quién no ama un poco de tonterías sobre dos personas que aman demasiado a sus padres solteros y solo quieren lo mejor para ellos?

PERO ¿SABEN QUIEN MAS TIENE UN PADRE SOLTERO? ¿Y ES COMPLETAMENTE CANON QUE NO TIENE Y REALMENTE NO LE INTERESA SABER NADA SOBRE SU MADRE BIOLÓGICA?

SI, HABLO DE VIL!

La idea de que Eric Venue, el gran actor de renombre, de alguna forma haya empezado a salir con la madre de Deuce es más cómica que cualquier otra cosa para mi, por un sinfín de razones.

Porque ustedes y yo sabemos que Vil va a odiar la idea por los primeros meses, a mi no me van a decir que este actor y supermodelo de 18 años no es un hijo celoso.

El a sido lo más importante de su padre toda su vida, nunca a tenido que compartir su atención y/o amor con nadie más ni una sola vez, ya que incluso con los horarios desparramados de su padre a demostrado ser alguien que siempre tiene en cuenta a Vil y lo apoya con todo lo que esté haciendo.

Y no está dispuesto a compartir al hombre que lo crió con nadie ahora, ni en un futuro cercano.

Se calma con el paso del tiempo y después de la primera vez que cenan todos juntos.

Si, eso incluye a Deuce en los planes de “presentar a mi hijo a mi pareja actual”, lo confunde un poco y lo pone nervioso el hecho de que su madre este saliendo no solo con famoso actor de cine (“¿Mama, donde diablos conociste a este hombre?”) si no que dicha superestrella, ES EL PAPÁ DE UNO DE SUS SUPERIORES.

Se aproximan unos meses muy incómodos para este chico amante de los polluelos y nuestro amado modelo.

[atticuscortes]

MUSINGS • INTERACTIONS 

character name: atticus michael cortes

nickname: atti

age & dob: september 24, 1994 (30)

gender identity & pronouns: male, he/him/his

sexual orientation & relationship status: bisexual, single

residential area: ocean crest apartments

occupation: firefighter for aurora bay fd

place of birth: aurora bay, california

length of time in aurora bay: all his life (30 years)

personality traits: + fastidious, - avoidant

faceclaim: taylor zakhar perez

FAMILY.

mother: dinah cortes (née mikhail)

father: elias cortes

BIO.

tw biphobia

though the only child of dinah and elias cortes, atticus was born into a large, loving family on both sides, with enough cousins to ensure that he never felt robbed of any close sibling bonds

grew up right there in aurora bay. was generally a good kid up and through his teens, was an okay academic, and if anything maybe just lacked a sense of direction. it wasn't that he did nothing, but rather the opposite.

almost as if to over-compensate for not feeling passionate about anything, he tried literally everything, and usually overextended himself to do so. needed sets built for the school play? hand him a paintbrush. student council elections? hell yeah, he could slap his face on a poster. soccer tryouts? debate? yearbook? tried out, debated, yearbooked.

by the time graduation rolled around, he was no closer to figuring out what it was he was doing with his life, so while many of his friends went off to schools all across the country, atticus elected to stay home and attend the local community college in hopes he'd come out of it with a better idea on what came next for him.

he didn't, but he did come out of it with a better understanding of himself...it was his sophomore year when atticus discovered and began to explore his bisexuality.

unfortunately, before he could share this information with his parents on his own terms, his mom walked in on him and a guy he'd been seeing, and the resulting fallout was devastating.

though he'd hesitated in sharing with them, atticus truly had never imagined his parents reacting anything but supportively, as they always had, and while his dad lived up to that idea as best as he could, his mom made it quite clear that she did not approve.

the usual peace of their home quickly dissolved, and after a particularly nasty fight, atticus found himself throwing whatever of his would fit into a duffel bag and hightailing it out of there after being told to go.

rotated between surfing on a few different friend's couches, downplaying the severity of his displacement. always having had a hard time admitting when he needed help (and still shaken from his misjudgment of his mom's reaction), it took his dad finally mentioning what had happened to the rest of the family for him to turn to them for assistance.

his schoolwork suffered during this time, and without the financial support his parents had been offering, college was placed on the back burner until things became more stable for him.

worked various odd jobs during this time, usually multiple at a time, once again overcompensating. it wasn't that he wasn't particularly good at any of them, but nothing had excited him the way he was hoping it would, so he simply went through the motions.

it was while on one of these jobs (pizza delivery boy for fired up) that he came across the fire station, and found himself almost touched by the sense of camaraderie he saw there. they were a family.

didn't immediately jump to the decision, but after a few more dead-end jobs, he kept coming back to the idea of it, and before he knew it he was enrolling for his emt certification.

it hasn't been an easy road, and it's demanding work, but it's the first time in his life that something he was doing felt right, something he was genuinely happy to wake up every morning for.

has just hit his five years on the job; toys with the idea of moving his way up through the ranks, but for right now is comfortable where he's at.

HEADCANONS.

yes those are his real eyelashes

went through a bleach blonde phase…rough. before he dyed it back, he let his cousin paint whatever she wanted into it 

starts every morning off by completing the NY Time’s mini puzzle, his record is currently 28 seconds 

breakfast taco connoisseur 

lost a bet several years ago and has a lip tattoo that was supposed to have faded by now…still hasn’t 

jagged scar on his knee from where he busted it trying to impress a girl in junior high by riding his bike with no hands—hit a rock, flipped over the handlebars, but he got his first kiss out of it so…worth it

knows it’s time to go to bed when his tiktok fyp starts showing him those pleasing trader joe’s sign writing videos

has never flown before, but when he needs to clear his head, there's a spot near the airport he likes to park in and lay on his hood and watch the planes take off. it makes him and whatever he's going through feel smaller.

has slowly been repairing his relationship with his mom, mostly on a sweep it under the rug, don't talk about it basis...which is not ideal, but neither was not talking to her, so even if it's not right, he's choosing to be the "bigger person" though he knows he wasn't in the wrong

not a gambler but is not (usually) one to back down from something either, no matter his odds (re: lip tattoo)

is currently on a recreational softball team made up of other firefighters in ab and neighboring towns--their team name? smoke signals.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

5k running partner of @blake-michaels

roomies and co-parents to their turtle barturtlemew (bart) with @maverick-liu

older brother vibes to @heyits-asher

ex-boyfriend but current softball teammate and friend of @noah-atwood

punched @aiden-stevens in the face in hs but now they're cool

aforementioned girl he was trying to impress in junior high/first gf @priyaxdesai

aurora bay fd member alongside @nomadjones, @firefighterrojas, @hcnter & @billieconway

childhood friends and high school ex-boyfriend of @noralevin

first (ex)-boyfriend @warnerstjames

high school friend of @reggiellewellyn

old friend/couch surfer of @robinsantos

fellow agent of chaos @jasrussell

mutually ghosted @leomlarson

@lilynunthapak's older brother's good friend

his catfished matched with @cherryxkoch on tinder

chill with @astridlius as his best friend/roommate's sister

younger cousin/brother vibes of @salvadorcavendish

warner st james ex-boyfriend union members @ziggykyeons

forever competing for the title of #1 uncle against @buddywellls

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

a roommate (or two!) at the apartments

the boy he was caught by his mom with (would require some heavier plotting!)

a few best friends

the real ones who let him crash on their couch when he was 19/20

a serious ex or two

a not so serious ex or two

neighbors

someone he has (probably stupid) beef with

flirtationship/situationships/fwbs/one night stands/tinder dates

family/childhood/high school/community college friends

someone he's met/helped while on the job!

fellow firefighters/emts (softball teammates?)

drinking buddies

gym buddies

old co-workers/employers

@aurorabayaesthetic

[mareastrorum]

WIP Wednesday: TF&TS (Dream: Rhythm)

Here is a scene from chapter 4 of a longfic I am working on.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the encounter with the Iron Shepherds, but a short time later, a spirit had begun hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

This fanfic will be posted on AO3 starting in June or July.

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May you always have Walls for the winds, A roof for the rain, Tea beside the fire, Laughter to cheer you, Those you love near you, And all your heart might desire.

A quarter moon hovered high in the sky in the late afternoon while Molly and a shadow walked along the edge of the forest by the river. The water had receded from the winter and spring floods, exposing large swaths of empty silt edges of the river bank. The duo searched through the nearby brush.

“Beithe luis fern sail nin úath dair tinne coll cert muin cort gétal straiph ruis ailm onn úr edad idad ebhadh ór uilleand iphin emancholl,” Molly recited as his tail swung above his head like a metronome.

“How do you remember all that?” asked the shadow while they picked up a long stick. They started swinging it around like a sword.

“How d’ye remember the lines?” Molly countered as he picked up another stick. He waved it back and forth, but it snapped easily, so he threw it away with a frown and kept searching.

“There’s five sets of five. Five right, five left, five slanted, five notches, and five weird ones.”

“Not any easy groups like that fer the names of the sounds. Ye just need t’ remember the order.”

“Why’s that the order?”

“I dunno,” Molly replied as he picked up another stick—which seemed to hold up fine—and started walking toward the river bed. “Old lady Seanchaidhe says it is, and the old guys don’t fight her about it. Ye get used t’ it though. Just remember which follows another and put it t’ a rhythm, and ye’ll gettem all.”

“A rhythm?” the shadow asked as they followed.

“Like a pattern. Ye can pretend it’s a song if ye like, but it doesn’t matter how ye sing it. It’s the pattern of the song.”

“That’s weird.”

“Ye’re weird.”

“I see the moon, the moon sees me…” du-DUM du-DUM, du-DUM du-DUM

“So they fought and they fit, and they scratched and they bit…” da-da-DAN da-da-DAN, da-da-DAN da-da-DAN

“So the sounds and lines are supposed to match?” the shadow asked as they used the stick to draw one long vertical line in the dirt. “Like letters?”

“Maybe,” Molly shrugged. “But Common letters don’t mean anythin’ extra, and these sounds all mean somethin’. The old-timers fight about some of ‘em.”

“What do the sounds mean?”

“Seanchaidhe says it’s the tongue of the woods, so a bunch of ‘em are s’posed t’ be different trees. It’s kinda like yer name: it means somethin’ else, but that meanin’s not yer name, and ye don’t use yer name like it’s the word.”

“The lines had trees, too. But what do you mean about my name?”

“Seanchaidhe says it’s críoch. It means ‘the end’ or ‘purpose,’ but someone made yer name shorter.”

“Who’s shan-uh-hee? How would she know?”

“A máthair chríona that knows everythin’, but she only talks in that speech, and she’ll only tell ye stuff if ye trade a story. So ye gotta learn t’ speak it first, then find a story, and then she’ll teach ye stuff.”

“So you steal books for her?”

Molly laughed, “She hates books. She says stories are s’posed t’ be told, not read, and she’s blind anyway. So don’t let her know if it’s from a book.”

The tattered book was nearly falling apart, but the text was still legible. Short stories filled the left pages with colorful paintings paired on the right, though many pictures had been defaced. Molly tapped out the beat from the similar rhymes as he read aloud. They didn’t always match, but they melded together anyway.

They all overlapped as he recited one of them.

“Thus the wolf brought the fox with him, and whatsoever the wolf wished…” Ever eating, never cloying, all-devouring, all-destroying… DUM-du DUM-du, DUM-du DUM-du, DUM-du DUM-du, DUM-du DUM-du

“…the fox was compelled to do, for the fox was the weaker…” …Never finding full repast, till I eat the world at last. DUM-du DUM-du DUM-du DON, DUM-du DUM-du DUM-du DON

“Luis is s’posed to be a tree with red berries and oval leaves,” Molly recalled. “Not seen any ‘round here though, so I dunno what else it looks like.”

“The clan called that one ‘cairtheand,’” the shadow said as they drew two smaller lines right from the vertical line. “I saw it in the mountains. It’s got pretty green leaves and strong, light brown wood. It’s good luck if you pick up fallen pieces with red berries still on it, but it’s bad luck to cut the tree.”

Molly stared incredulously.

“What?” the shadow asked.

“That sounds made up,” Molly replied. “Trees’re gray and purple. And why’s it both good and bad luck?”

“No, it’s only this forest like that,” the shadow elaborated. “There’s lots of kinds of trees, all over the world. Most have green leaves and brown wood. Cairtheand’s supposed to be a sacred tree, though, so you only take what falls off.”

Molly tilted his head, not believing any of that, then shrugged and mimicked the drawing, “That’s mine then.”

“What?”

“S’mine!” Molly insisted as he looked over. “Writin’ a whole name’s gonna take ferever, so ye just pick one of ‘em fer yer own and that’s all ye need. Fer writin’ anyway.”

The shadow thought it over for a moment. “That’s weird.”

Molly huffed indignantly, “Ye’re weird.”

Using a stick, Molly sketched out a map of the streets and alleys into the dirt. He kept different beats on each hand while his tail notched the horizontal lines in a rhythm of five and the stick marked the vertical lines in a rhythm of nine.

thump-thump-thump-thump-thump tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap

thump-thump-thump-thump-thump tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap

“Ór is s’pposed to be ivy, like the vines,” Molly continued, “but it’s gold, too.”

“That one looks like this,” the shadow said as they drew a diamond around the vertical line.

“That’s yers then,” Molly decided as he also sketched the diamond.

“Why?” the shadow asked curiously.

“‘Causa yer eyes,” Molly replied as though it was obvious.

“My eyes are yellow,” the shadow argued.

Molly shook his head in confusion, “They’re gold. Why would ye pick yellow if ye can pick gold?”

The shadow seemed confused as well, “I didn’t pick it. They’re just yellow.”

Molly scoffed, “Well, since ye didn’t pick anythin’, I picked gold, so they are.”

“Beithe. Luis. Fern. Sail. Nin…” One right line, two right lines, three, four, five… do, du-DUM, da-da-DAN, di-di-di-DIM, de-de-de-de-DEN

“Úath. Dair. Tinne. Coll. Cert…” One left line, two left lines, three, four, five… DON, DUM-du, DAN-da-da, DIM-di-di-di, DEN-de-de-de-de

“Then shouldn’t yours be ruis?” the shadow asked as they drew a line with five slanted lines intersecting. “Since your eyes are red?”

“That’s not the right sound though,” Molly insisted, his tail twitching like a heartbeat, du-DUM du-DUM du-DUM. “Luis is the right sound.”

The shadow pointed at the different drawings, “But ruis isn’t that different. And ór isn’t the right sound for me either. Coll’s the right sound.”

Molly’s tail rapidly switched beats as he drew four lines above the diamond and to the left of the vertical, DIM-di-di-di, “Coll kinda looks borin’ though, so ór is better.” He pointed at the diamond as his tail twisted with two simultaneous rhythms, DUM-du (tap-tap-tap-tap-tap). “If ye’re really gonna pick yellow—buí—instead of gold, that’s beithe, but that’s borin’, too, it’s just the one line.” He drew one line to the right, do. “Fer mine, ruis means red and gettin’ riled,” he pointed at the five slashes, DEN-de-de-de-de (thump-thump-thump), “but luis means fire and the tree with red berries anyway, so it’s better. Plus luis is shorter to write ‘cause it’s just two lines.” He drew two lines to the right, du-DUM.

The shadow tilted their head and narrowed their eyes, “You just want the one that’s good luck.”

Molly glared, then swung the stick dramatically as he replied, “Eistigi liom, there’s a buncha rudaí maith at this, and like aon rud amháin at that, so I’m pickin’ luis.”

They stared each other down while Molly’s tail whipped around.

“You’re weird.”

“YE’RE weird.”

* * *

Molly grumbled as he slowly came to, something tapping on his leg. What was that, a bird? A mouse? He tried to ignore it before the agitation was too much. He sighed in frustration and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

It was still early morning, the sky barely beginning to lighten as dawn approached. His sight took a moment to adjust to the dim light as he looked at his legs. The Bahamut tapestry shifted slightly, so Molly slowly pulled it away.

His own tail had wrapped around his leg, tightening in a matching rhythm while the spade tapped in a set of three, DON (tap-tap-tap), then repeated. It stopped once Molly intentionally unwound his tail.

He blinked, still half-asleep. Did he learn that from the dream? Weird.

It’s too early for this shite.

Molly huffed and shifted the tapestry back over his legs, then pulled it over his head as he willed himself back to sleep.

[beauzos]

obligatory talking about a colonizer who is a bad person that i don't like disclaimer here

started reading Conquistador and reading abt how Hernan Cortes treated the Indigenous peoples in Mexico is not surprising but always interesting to see. it just reminds me of when I read Wide Wide Sea last year and James Cook was genuinely the most like. understanding colonizer i've ever fucking seen. still a bad person but i don't think i've ever seen one of these colonizer books have a guy who genuinely had no problem with any Native cultures he came across. one of the only ones i've seen who didn't care at ALL about these folks becoming Christian and just let them do their thing.

i still think it's extremely funny that a chief he was friends with somewhere in the Pacific, don't remember where, asked if he wanted to see a human sacrifice and he said yes and just watched it. and then when he was asked what he thought he said he didn't like it and didn't think it was morally right and that was it. didn't even stop the human sacrifice or try to convince his friend it was wrong it was rly like he didn't think it was any of his business. extremely funny dude. terrible person still, though