#especially with his dark beard combo

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Bonus: Fred's Orange Hair Moment

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The Most Evil Man In Hawkins: Don Melvald and Brenner Sr (Ft Richard Brenner and Brenner Sr's Punk Era/Axel Delivering Brenner Subtext and Ketamine)

So, Mark Hammersley posted this picture of himself as Brenner Sr:

And then, right after that Brenner Sr picture, he posted this picture of himself as Don Melvald:

And look at the caption- "secretly the most evil man in Hawkins"- that's an interesting caption for a guy that's supposedly a random store owner- it's almost the sort of caption that woudl fit better with Brenner Sr. It's almost like Brenner Sr and Don Melvald are being connected here, especially with how often Brenner gets referred to as "man"/"the man" in-show versus Don getting called "the most evil man" in this caption.

Hell, Kali even refers to Brenner as "a man you knew was evil":

And of course, I take everything that's said/posted by actors with a HUGE grain of salt, and on its own, Mark’s caption isn't particularly strong evidence of some sort of subtext/connection related to Brenner Sr and Don Melvald- but there's three key things that piqued my interest here and led me to believe that there IS some sort of Melvald-Brenner connection:

1.) Mark Hammersley himself has posted before about how he has to be super careful about what he posts on social media re: TFS & how people from Netflix/people in charge check/approve TFS social media posts (and other cast members have talked about how they have ‘ironclad NDAs’)- which makes it suspicious that the Brenner Sr post was deleted and is no longer on Mark's page:

2.) Even when Brenner Sr and Don Melvald aren't played by Mark Hammersley, they ARE always played by the same actor (at least every time I saw the play & every BTS pic etc I've seen supports this & even if it's hard to tell from my screenshots, that is 1000000% the same actor playing both of them in TFS). So, even setting Mark himself entirely aside, there IS an intentional production choice/casting choice that connects Brenner Sr and Don Melvald:

3.) The in-show, NON TFS Don Melvald has an EERY resemblance to Brenner. Look at the hair- not only does he have the same "pushed back grey with white streaks" style as Brenner, but his hair is also parted on the RICHARD side/towards screen left, which ties into something I'm going to talk about in a second. And there''s also Don's white grid shirt versus the white HNL grid tiles and Owens' white grid shirt- and Don also wears a grid shirt and cardigan combo like Owens does, with the blue coat over top and everything (and Don's cardigan seems to be dark green, much like in-show Young Henward's dark green cardigan):

And what's extra suspicious about all of this is Melvald's being advertised as a drug store versus Richard Brenner being the head of the Narcotics Enforcement division, and all of the drug dealer Reefer Rick vs Richard Brenner stuff (it’s also very funny to me that the guy that’s talking about “when did Rick get out of jail?” has the same sort of white and grey beard as TFS Don Melvald and Brenner Sr):

And on that note, going back to what I said in the beginning about Kali's line re: "a man you knew was evil," IMO, this is another piece that connects all of this specifically to Richard because Richard is likley the man that Kali is referring to/the man that Ray worked with, as Richard seems to be the guy that we see in the flashbacks with Ray during Terry's electrocution:

Anyway, it's also an interesting choice for Don Melvald to have brown eyes as opposied to both Brenner Sr and Brenner Jr's brown eyes versus Flayed Will's brown eyes... what's going on??? And also regarding Brenner Sr and Don Melvald being played by the same actor in TFS/being identical, this "sex, drugs, and Elvis" line about Melvald's from TFS stuck out to me:

It stuck out to me because: A.) It connects Melvalds to drugs again, which therefore connects Melvald's to Richard Brenner again. And B.) It references Elvis, which, as we know, and as I'm sure Stav's talked about, that connects to the "Elvis Cloned By Aliens" newspaper article.

So, connecting Melvald's to Elvis therefore connects Melvald's to cloning- which is supsicious considering that TFS Don Melvald is identical to Brenner Sr/played by the same actor. Quick, Don, you wouldn't happen to be some sort of copy/clone of Brenner Sr, would you? Even in the sense of TFS involving some of Brenner Jr's memories in a weird simulation way/the way that the bloody hands memory invades NINA for El, and so, Brenner Jr's memories of Brenner Sr might be invading TFS in a similar way???

And also, the Elvis Cloned By Aliens paper has that article titled “Sailor Cheats Death In Ordeal At Sea," which further connects the cloning stuff to Brenner Sr because Brenner Sr cheated death at sea and returned (albeit briefly) from Project Rainbow/the USS Eldridge, whereas the rest of his crew did not. Brenner Sr, do you have clones running around?? Also, it's interesting that TFS Don Melvald a.) looks so different from in-show Don Melvald, with TFS Don having a beard vs in-show Don being clean-shaven, which reminds me of Brenner Sr's beard in TFS vs in-show Brenner being clean-shaven and b.) Don Melvald is already greying/older looking when Joyce is in highschool in TFS- and yet, many years later, the in-show Don Melvald looks younger than the TFS Don/it doesnt seem to make sense for in-show Don to be TFS Don age-wise- which makes me think about how TFS Brenner Jr doesn't age, and also the whole Brenner Sr vs Brenner Jr thing- is the TFS version of Don actually Don Melvald Sr vs the in-show don being Don Melvald Jr? Anyway!

And also, when we look at more of Don's in-show scenes, he has a line about bringing Jeffrey in to cover for Joyce. Which is interesting considering all of the weirdness with cover actors in TFS and the fact that it almost seems like Brenner Sr's actor is "covering" for Don Melvald's actor or vice versa, even though that doesn't seem to actually be the case/Don's been intentionally casted since the start to be played by whicever actor is playing Brenner Sr. It's also extra interesting that Don is having a guy named Jeffrey/Jeff cover for Joyce here, versus Jeff from the Hellfire Club being present at the table in S4 when Dustin and Mike are told to go and find somebody to cover for Lucas. And Jeff's also the guy that pointed out that Eddie's been saying that he's going to run out of Hawkins High for two years, which then connects to what I've talked about before re: Eddie being stuck in highschool for an extra two years versus Edward Creel moving to Hawkins two years before Henry did- and Jeff also wears a Black Sabbath shirt later on vs what I talked about in this post and this post re: Eddie Munson vs Edward Creel and Black Sabbath/Ozzy Osbourne And Jeff is ALSO the one that yells at Jason to "let him go" when Jason grabs Gareth, which then connects to El talking about how Brenner couldn't let Henry go:

Anyway, we also have this shot of the Halloween masks at Melvald's General Store- and that mummy mask looks a LOT like Brenner Sr's Invisible Man-esque bandaged face after he returned from Project Rainbow- and that mask from Melvald’s is also the same mask that Axel wears:

And speaking of Axel, Axel has something in common with TFS Virginia- they’re both terrified of spiders, TFS Henry shows Virginia a vision of spiders crawling towards her/onto her, just like Kali does with Axel, and Virginia freak out just like Axel does:

(And TFS Virginia was locked in a closet full of spiders as a child, which, considering the connection to Brenner Sr via Axel here, makes me wonder a.) if Brenner Sr ever locked any of his kids/Brenner Jr in a closet/trunk, esp considering the Will-Brenner parallels & Jonathan checking Lonnie’s trunk for Will, as well as all of the locker imagery in TFS & the Davy Jones’ Locker association re: Brenner Sr being a sailor and b.) if TFS Virginia might be one of Brenner Sr’s kids, but anyway)

And hilariously, that whole Virginia-Henry scene about the spiders not only happens RIGHT after the scene of Henry at Melvald's/he's JUST come home from Melvald's to find Virginia waiting up for him, but also, the whole reason the conflict started/the whole reason that line about Virginia and the spiders was even said is because Virginia was upset about Henry going to Melvald's with Patty. Alll roads really do lead to Melvald's at this point.

And regarding that Brenner Sr-Virginia connection, isn't it then funny that the mask in question that Axel wears & that resembles Brenner Sr’a bandages is a mummy mask vs Brenner Sr being connected to Henry's mom via Axel delivering Brenner Sr subtext & having the same sort of spider fear as TFS Virginia?

PLUS, we have Kali putting Axel's Brenner Sr-esque mask onto El- El, who's a girl, which further connects to the weird “Brenner Sr vs Virginia/mother/woman” stuff going on here (and is also interesting considering El being mistaken for a boy in S1):

And also, Kali says that Axel is a “terrible dancer,” after she makes the spiders appear and Axel “dances” around about it, versus TFS Henry talking about how he “doesn’t dance/isnt a good dancer” and then the scene of TFS Henry dancing at Melvald’s right before the spider scene with Virginia:

And ALSO, we get a shot of Axel holding Chinese food, versus S1 Karen saying “am I speaking Chinese in this house?” versus Don Melvald being RIGHT behind Karen at Will’s funeral & the context of the “am I speaking Chinese” scene being about Will’s disappearance/“death”, therefore connecting the “speaking Chinese” scene to that funeral scene & therefore connecting the “speaking Chinese” scene to Don Melvald, which then connects back to Axel (who wears the mask that’s sold at Melvald’s) holding Chinese food, and THEN there’s ALSO Nancy talking about “house arrest” right after Karen says that “speaking Chinese” line versus Reefer Rick delivering subtext about Richard Brenner & the guys on the boat talking about Reefer Rick getting arrested and the “China doll” lyric playing RIGHT after that line, PLUS the newspaper article about Richard Brenner talking about how the documents involving him were “heavily coded,” versus TFS Henry’s DIY code, and Robin cracking the S3 code versus a key part of the S3 code being Chinese food (which Axel was holding), and the S3 code line being “a trip to China sounds nice,” versus the idea of tripping on drugs and what I’m going to talk about later re: Axel, Richard, Reefer Rick and Ketamine and Richard Brenner being the head of narcotics:

And Axel also has this shot where he cocks a pistol, which makes me think of the scene in TFS where Brenner Sr/Don Melvald’s actor does the same sort of thing/raises a pistol towards the audience kind of randomly/there’s no clear reason as to why he did it:

And we also have the shots of Axel walking with his black coat flowing out dramatically behind him, JUST like S1 Brenner walking with his black coat flowing out dramatically behind him (and also, there’s something about the anarchy symbol on Axel’s shirt vs TFS Henry’s weird x and circle scar on his hand):

And just briefly, this part is a tiny bit more of a stretch admittedly, but it IS a little funny to me that Axel tries to steal cigarettes from the convenience store/is very prominently framed by cigarette ads- cigarettes, also known as fags- versus TFS Henry’s vanishing in the cave in Nevada/Henry’s in-show HNL kidnapping re: the Creel Murders and Will’s vanishing and both Henry and Will being gay/being “fags”.

Like, isn’t it just a little suspicious that Axel, the character with constant Brenner Sr & Richard Brenner references, is stealing fags? Versus Brenner’s long-running habit of stealing another type of fag?

Especially considering the connection that Kali’s gang has to London versus fag being British slang for cigarette??

And especially considering that the only time the word “fag” is used in ST is regarding Will (and hilariously, Joyce even raises her cigarette right into frame when she says it)- versus the connection between Richard Brenner and Will, with how the article about Richard is right under the article about Will’s vanishing:

And on a more obvious note re: Brenner St, Richard Brenner and Axel, there’s also the shot of Dottie holding up two bottles of prescription drugs/narcotics in front of Axel’s face- versus Richard Brenner being the head of the Narcotic Enforcement Division, and Axel’s visual connection to Brenner Sr via his mask and said mask being from Melvald’s, which was advertised as a drug store- point is, the connection between Brenner Sr, Don Melvald, Richard Brenner, and Axel continues:

And we also get this shot of Axel going into the kids’ room at Ray Carroll’s house- a kids’ room with rainbows on the wall (versus Brenner and the HNL rainbow room), and a closet very prominently featured in the shot (versus what I talked about earlier re: Virginia and Axel’s fear of spiders and Virginia having been locked in a closet full of spiders as a child), as well as the operator telling the girls to “stay calm” in this scene vs Henward telling El to “stay calm” during NINA in the rainbow room (which it’s also interesting to me that the operator that Henward gets paralleled to is a girl versus a.) the whole “henry creel isn’t a chick” thing in TFS and b.) what ive talked about with how during this very chess scene, Henward is visually paralleled to 007, who is a girl):

^And as a tangential note, it’s interesting to me that NINA Henward is paralleled to a phone operator here vs the NINA phonebooth scene vs the operator in The Matrix, and how operators are typically humans born outside of The Matrix versus Henward being the only lab kid that was born outside of the lab:

And in the bedroom, Axel finds two girls who seem like they might be twins- and not only do they seem like they might be twins, but they also a.) have dark brown hair that’s very similar to 15 year old Brenner’s hair colour & texture as well as 7 year old Henry’s hair colour and texture (and speaking of 15 year old Brenner’s hair, El’s slicked back dark punk hair also reminds me a lot of 15 yr old Brenner’s hair) and b.) they’re paralleled to Alice Creel with the night gowns & their father literally sharing a last name with the author of Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll:

Not to mention that one of the girls is wearing a nightgown with a print that’s eerily similar to the HNL lab gown print- and also reminds me of Suzie’s nightgown, which is interesting considering how similar the rainbows on the Carroll girls’ wall is to the rainbow on Suzie’s Muppet Movie/Rainbow Connection poster and how Suzie’s dark hair is so similar to the Carroll girls & the NINA rainbow room vs the Carroll girls’ rainbow wallpaper & Suzie’s connections to NINA & Suzie even having a phone in her room RIGHT under that rainbow connection poster that’s the same colour as the Carroll girls’ phone- and the nightgown ALSO reminds me of TFS Virginia’s nightgown (vs what I just said about the Carroll girls’ closet connection to Virginia), as well as the random bloody nightgown that appears on the laundry line during Max’s Vecna vision:

And the pose of the Carroll girls reminds me of the pose that in-show Young Henward has in this picture- especially since Young Henward has his murder night outfit on in that picture and we still don’t know who called the police on the night of the Creel murders versus the Carroll girls talking on the phone to the 911 operator about the police arriving (also, the use of the word “honey” from the operator here makes me wonder if we’ll get a parallel dialogue line of Henry calling the police the night of the Creel murders where that says “the police are on their way, Henry. Okay?”):

And also, this is something I’ve had a draft about for like a year now & haven’t finished so I’ll put a bit of it in this post, but it’s interesting to me that Axel calls Kali “K,” versus “K,” being used as a short form way of referring to “Ketamine,” versus Eddie Munson talking to Chrissy about Ketamine & Chrissy calling it “Special K” and all of the Richard Brenner vs Reefer Rick drug stuff/Eddie Munson getting his drugs (the Ketamine) from Reefer Rick, versus Axel, who’s constantly connected to Richard Brenner and Brenner Sr, referring to Kali as “K”:

Which also makes me think of the connection between Will and Richard Brenner and the S1 line about how Will’s vanishing left a “hole” in the community” versus the Ketamine experience called a “K Hole,” that causes intense dissociation and “out of body experiences” (which has me staring at my draft about the CIA in 1983s and the Gateway Technique/astral projection) and can also cause distortion of time and space, hallucinations, memory loss, psychosis, and more. Which makes me think about a.) Henward’s apparent memory loss after the Creel murders/El’s memory loss after the massacre & that scene being a parallel to Henward fainting after the Creel murders, as well as Will weirdly not mentioning (or possibly not remembering) his time in the upside down, and b.) all of the hallucination and psychosis stuff associated with Henward, especially with TFS Henry.

There’s a lot more I have to say about Ketamine/K Hole symptoms, dissociation, MKULTRA (because one of the key goals of MKULTRA experiments was inducing dissociation), Henry vs Edward, etc etc, especially since k hole experiences are often associated with visions of aliens/alien experiences vs TFS Henry’s alien stuff re: Rachel, Nevada and all of the Brenner alien stuff, but I’ll put that all in the actual ketamine post/I’ll go and finish that post.

And they also show us a scene of Troy specifically repeating the line about a “hole” versus bladder problems being a symptom of repeated k hole experiences and El making Troy wet himself:

Anyway! Lots to think about, I’d love to know what the hell is going on with Don Melvald vs Brenner Sr and all of the connections to China and codes etc etc!!!

[raccoonfallsharder]

rocket smells nice. (headcanon whatever)

in my head, all the rockets i write for (and the ones i don't) have a scent. if you wanna make me real happy lmk your own rocket-smells-like headcanons or give me another rocket to dream up fragrances for. i'm happy to give any rocket (canonical or not) a bouquet

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"canon" rockets ~

eidos-rocket ~ i'm not technically writing for this guy (yet??) but i headcanon he smells like cedar & black pepper (he stole beard oil from some spartoi douche one time but it made his fur so healthy and glossy that he hasn't stopped using it), spiced caramel rum from mantlo's, iron, engine fuel, and gunpowder. burnt everbloom 'cause you know this guy smokes (i imagine it smells gingery).

universe-killer rocket ~ i don't write for this guy yet either, but i think about him way too often. burnt metal and high-iron-content meteorites. something like menthol ~ it activates your cold receptors, like you're breathing in the breeze right off a glacier. star anise & fennel. you'll be tempted to take a deep whiff of his fur but even if he decides not to kill you, you're probably still risking a lungful of toxic vibranium laser dust.

general mcu rocket ~ some kind of evergreen and foresty smell, petrichor maybe; something metallic like iron or copper, and something burnt and smoky. in the earlier years, he always smelled like some kind of cheap alcohol; in later years, a leatherlike smell from his armored-fiber uniform. i don't think this guy reads a lot of paper-books, but he definitely smells like 'em. (i use this as a template for a lot of "my" rockets)

general comics rocket (especially ewing) ~ angargal's limited batch of course (i suspect it smells like a combo of spiced bourbon and rich dark-caramel rum, once the overpowering scent of pure fuckin' alcohol has evaporated out). black-black-black coffee. dark chocolate. amber. vetiver. that burnt, gingery everbloom again.

skottie young's rocket ~ sweet almonds (see cicatrix-rocket's marzipan smell) and banana (from some kind of cousin to nitroglycerin). whatever he's using for jet fuel these days, which doubtless has a hefty dose of benzenes (sweet-smelling and actually intoxicating ~ though since we're talking about a sentient anthropomorphic raccoon i'm gonna go ahead and say the intergalactic space-faring community has figured out how to make 'em non-carcinogenic). you will get some sort of low-grade contact high if you huff his fur like you know you want to. probably also smells like some kind of alien hops, too (maybe acanti blubber ale if he's gotten any good contraband lately, though i imagine that smells like burnt tire).

"my" rockets ~

space pilot & sweatshirt girl ✩°｡⋆ rocket - campfires, strong coffee, and evergreen. amber and smoke. rich dark hot chocolate and yummy bourbon, when he's with you.

blackmail material ✩˚₊‧ ♡ rocket ~ sandalwood, oak, gunpowder. the undertones of some sort of alien citrus-fruit you've seen him eating (something between a plum and an orange), and what you think at first are mulling spices but later you realize it's just where your own Xandaran body oil has rubbed off onto his fur.

window across the galaxy *:･ﾟ✧ rocket ~ blue spruce, fallen leaves, oakmoss, ozone (or maybe that's just electricity). iron and copper, engine fuel.

florescence❀ rocket ~ campfires, wet stone, the peppery-resinous scent of the kind of machine grease he prefers (his own concoction). a faint hit of vanilla-mint-honeysuckle from groot's flowers, and the clove-like spices from your cider.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ rocket ~ juniper, blackberry, and something like leather. a sharp and smoky scent, like laser-carved wood. on some occasions, a hint of yaro-root wine (which is basically a peachy hard cider, with a dangerously subtle alcohol flavor).

cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket ~ blue spruce, burnt wood, and a strong, rich, buttery-sweet marzipan from the broken-down components of his C4-adjacent explosives. petrichor, labdanum and camphor, and faint whiffs of engine fuel.

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🐦‍⬛ a great quote of dialogue

🦆 asker's request - a quote that corresponds with one of your great screenshots

🐦‍⬛ a great quote of dialogue

Bit of a lengthy segment here but it amuses me greatly. I have so much fun writing early Cas and Scourge banter the clash of mutual respect and disagreement.

“Wh - wait, you’re reading something written by a Jedi?” Scourge shrugged, his eyes still lightly skimming the datapad. “Such things were not available to me in the Empire,” he replied idly, as though it were obvious. “And after three hundred years, I’m already well-acquainted with the bulk of Sith writings.” Straightening up, Cas levelled a clear frown at him. “What happened to ‘I gain nothing from understanding how your Republic’s fools view the galaxy’?” he threw out - rather more aggressively than intended, true, but it at least prompted Scourge to finally look at him again. The Sith’s browstalks lifted fractionally, and Cas actually felt a faint heat brush across his face, as he wondered if Scourge might suddenly realise how many of his pointed remarks had been retained, intentionally or otherwise, by the Jedi sitting before him. Scourge considered him for a long moment. “Intelligence allows for a… reassessment,” he said at length, slowly, before going on in a more matter-of-fact tone, “Much of what your Council teaches remains ineffectual drivel. Particularly regarding the Sith.” Returning his attention to the datapad, he scrolled through a few pages, and soon released a contemptuous breath. “Gnost-Dural sets himself as the Jedi’s foremost authority on the Sith, and yet he never acknowledges the weakness of such a claim. The uselessness. It is as convincing as a Hutt claiming to be an expert in Jedi philosophy.” “He didn’t exactly have a lot to go on,” Cas pointed out, a little tautly. He lifted his tea to his lips, forcing himself to take a calming sip of it, though his already tight-strung insides were twisting further beneath Scourge’s disparagement. “Ignorance is a paltry excuse, especially for a Jedi. And here I thought you prided yourselves on your knowledge of matters opaque to the rest of the galaxy.”

🦆 asker's request - a quote that corresponds with one of your great screenshots

Oh gosh, so I don't actually have many of these (the visuals in my head are so precise that it's hard to recreate them in screenshot form), but I'm still very pleased with the screenshot/fic moment combo I used for How We See In The Dark, so we'll go with that!

Dhamari’s twilight fingers grip at his blanket in trepidation. He wants to be closer to Gale - very much, in fact. So much that he’s caught himself physically drifting nearer the man as they traverse these desolate roads, until he feels the finely woven fabric of the wizard’s robes brushing against his shoulder. The issue is - he is not at all convinced that his definition of ‘closer’ aligns with Gale’s own. But when he looks up again, it is to find Gale’s hand extended out towards him, and a more earnest smile - oh, that smile - broadening the other man’s bearded lips. “Come on,” Gale invites him, and then, softer: “Please.” And in that moment Dhamari can’t imagine doing anything but trusting his hand to Gale’s, and allowing the wizard’s surprisingly strong grasp to draw him wordlessly to his feet.

[tricksheart]

Alternate persona:

Poseidon ( mostly for Persona 2 and Persona 3 since they use Greek and Roman gods and myths ).

[ Akira obtains an alternate weapon, that being a Trident ( with his zodiac, the Pieces symbol marked in the center of the weapon ). Make him able to reach better and stab instead of death by a thousand cuts like his knife can. He holds the Trident somewhat like Kotone / Minako but is able to make his stance more lazier than the other's own. Sometimes only uses one hand to attack since his proficiency is maxed ]

Info and Background:

Poseidon is the god of the sea, oceans, storms and earthquakes and also one of the twelve Olympian deities of the pantheon in Greek mythology. His main domain is the ocean, and is called the "God of the Sea." Additionally, he is referred to as "Earth-Shaker" and "Storm-Bringer" due to his role in causing earthquakes and storms, and has been called the "Father of horses" as he created them from sea foam.

He is usually depicted as an older male with curly hair and beard. Poseidon is married to the sea goddess Amphitrite and together they had a son named Triton. He also had a child with Aphrodite, a daughter named Rhodos. Other notable children of him were the hero Theseus, the hunter Orion and the cyclops Polyphemus.

He is integrated into the Olympian gods as the brother of Zeus and Hades. Like his brother, Zeus, Poseidon has fathered numerous children and is quick to punish those who have "wronged" him. Poseidon is a horrifying and avenging god and must be honored even when he is not the patron deity of the city. He is described as a majestic scary and avenging monarch of the sea. As god of the sea Poseidon is also god of fishing and especially of sea-fishing.

In his benign aspect, Poseidon is seen as creating new islands and offering calm seas. When offended or ignored, he supposedly strikes the ground with his trident and caused chaotic springs, earthquakes, drownings and shipwrecks.

According to the myth, Helios and Poseidon clashed, both desiring to make a city their own. Their dispute was brought to one of the Hecatoncheires, Briareos, an elder god, who was thus tasked to settle the fight between the two gods. Briareus decided to award the Acrocorinth to Helios, while to Poseidon he gave the isthmus of Corinth. In this tale, Helios and Poseidon are supposed to represent fire versus water. Helios, as the sun god, received the area that is closest to the sky, while Poseidon, who is the sea god, got the isthmus by the sea.

Poseidon had both male and female lovers. The mighty monarch of the seven seas and the absolute ruler of all sea demons.

Attacks and abilities:

Poisedon can perform the water combo Acid Rain with Hydron and has the power WaterHoard.

Tidal Wave: Water 25 HP Small dmg. Foes Spellguard: Light 6 MP RES Up. Party Double Hit: Dark 10 HP Hit x2. 1 Foe Healmor: All Light 18 MP Major HP recovery. Party Defboost: Light 6 MP DEF Up. Party Chaos Foam: Water 25 HP Medium dmg +Confuse. 2 Foes Magukaja Mediala Rakukaja Niji no Awa

[zairaalbereo]

Hi 😊 For the fanfic trope mash-up - perhaps Soulmates and Forgotten First Meeting 👀 ?

Thank you for your ask, and for picking such a great combo! Here is a little something inspired by it… 💗

There is a legend told among the Northern tribes, of a strange and foreign people who can change their form and whose hearts are as cold as the sea. Only when they meet their one true love, will their heart awaken, and they will shed their skin and walk among us humans undetected. 

(There is another legend. Nicky knows it well. It’s a cautious tale for his people. A warning, that if you fall in love with a human, your heart becomes breakable. That if you lose your skin, you can never go home.) 

Joe never heard of either legend. His home is far from those stormy shores, and his family has only visited them once when he was still a young boy. So young, he can hardly recall any of it. He sometimes thinks he remembers a beach with dark blue water and steep cliffs. The wind in his hair and the spray of the sea in his face. But that is probably just something his mind made up from the stories his mother and sister told him. 

There is one especially which they love to recount every so often.

“You were a little shit,” his sister will say with a wry twist of her lips. “Always sneaking off to climb up on the rocks.”

“We were so worried.” His mother, her eyes filled with helpless love, will reach up and cup his bearded cheek in her palm. “We had been looking for you for hours. We thought you had drowned.” 

“I think someone from the village must have pulled you out of the water.” His sister, only a few years older, was twelve back then, and Joe isn’t sure how much she has embellished the tale over time. “They brought you back, soaked to the bone and wrapped up to your nose in furs.”

(Nicky knows that his skin is his most valuable possession. It is the price of his freedom. It makes him who he is. But when he finds the boy among the waves, he is so cold. His lips are turning blue, and his golden skin looks ashen. And so Nicky slips out of his own skin, wraps it around the boy and holds him close until his heartbeat becomes strong again, beating in time with Nicky’s own.) 

When Joe went to therapy because he sometimes feels so restless and empty—and also because his love life is a never ending sequence of disasters—he told that story.

“Suppressing memories of a traumatic nature is not uncommon,” his therapist tells him, but that doesn’t seem right. Because while Joe can’t remember what happened back then, it never felt like something he’s supposed to be afraid of. If anything, it feels like something he is missing.

Sitting by the window of his kitchen and looking out towards the harbour and the sea as if it holds all the answers, Joe smiles wistfully and runs his fingers over the silver grey pelt in his lap. It’s maybe a strange memento to keep for all these years, but even though it has been so long, the pelt is still pristine. All shiny and smooth and perfect.

His sister keeps telling him to have a nice pair of boots made out of it, but the thought alone fills Joe with dread. He can’t imagine handing the pelt over to anyone else, or worse, allowing it to be cut up for such a mundane purpose.

For whatever reason, it feels precious, almost sacred to him, as if it doesn’t truly belong to him, and Joe is only its keeper. And he wonderes, sometimes, what it might have been that he left in its place all those years ago.

(Nicky grew up as an orphan. He was found as a boy on a windy beach, all naked, and has never been able to tell how he came to be there. He can’t tell, because no one would believe him. He walks among humans undetected, his warm heart fragile and full of longing. For the sea, he tells himself, for his home. But he knows it’s also for the one he belongs to. The other half of his soul.)

[muwur]

snapchat headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for using snapchat w ur boi toi ft. the pretty setter squad

❧ gn reader

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a/n: kinda a combo of how they use sc and the kinds of snaps they send you! along w wat u send them, and uh... dating stuf n shenanigans? texting/snapping habits? my fantasies? IDEK ANYMORE EOFHEFJ

this was born from the recesses of my mind , which desired nothing mor than snapchats from suga , us sending cute selfies , others bein dumb n chaotic , no context videos , n him snapping me photos of some mangoes on sale he said he’ll buy for me DXX it’s too late for me now

doing research on hq bois and surfing thru sc features (im just now realizing theres quite a bit?? im hoping i address most of them at some point lolol) instead of real life tings aHHhhhHAHA

requests: open! will be working on a suga one i got, dw, requester!

sugawara

✧ sends good morning and good night snaps

✧ so he’s rlly good at keeping streaks, probs has the longest ones (one of them being y’alls streak)

✧ posts tidbits of volleyball practice on his story every once in a while

✧ snaps you pics of his sleeping teammates when they’re coming back to school after a long day of matches , adding a single ‘❤️’ as a caption

✧ he will also create colorful masterpieces on all of them

✧ gives daichi a santa beard, tanaka a squiggly stache (i imagine it to look like spongebob n patrick’s seaweed ones now that were mEN), n kageyama sum angry brows,,, wait he already has them lolol u good der kags

✧ posts a picture of you when you’re hanging out, captioning it: “🥰“

✧ has conversations with you purely via snaps

✧ ranges from casual chats and checking up on u to crackwhoring ( ** indicates the photo, while the “” quotes indicate the caption, all snaps are italicized, otherwise its regular dialogue)

✧ suga: *peace sign* “hey sweetheart, how r u?”

✧ you: *pics of homework* “ahh, drowning in school ;-; i cant wait for this week to be over fghjkl”

✧ suga: *close up with :o on his face* “let’s study together tmrw!”

✧ or

✧ suga: *complete darkness* “its 3 am n i cant sleep”

✧ you: *the top half of your head, laying on a pillow* “ ;( aw babe. do u want me to send something to help u sleep?”

✧ suga: *still in darkness* “y u still up?? go sleep. n 🥺 yes pls”

✧ you: *snaps pics of feet* “that’ll be 50 bucks, pay up” 

✧ suga: *darkness remains* “can we make a trade instead? i promise to make it worth ;)”

✧ ok now u BOTH cant sleep (im sry my crackheading be acting up around 2am eeryday, i stan a mischievous suga--)

✧ video chats (in the darkness lol) instead until you both pass out (im not in luv u r 😭)

✧ super down to take filtered selfies w you

✧ does all the silly ones with you (things like ’angry face’ or the frog one)

✧ but also rlly digs lookin cute with you using some heart crowns, y’all an aesthetic (n crakhead) duo fosho

✧ def subscribes to life hacks and tries them out himself, has a 50% success rate

kageyama

✧ doesn’t rlly use snapchat too much

✧ but when he does

✧ will either send you a picture to indicate he’s at volleyball practice (wow wat a sexi lookin gym floor)

✧ or some random picture of whatever he’s doing at the moment (*drinking milk*)

✧ this is mostly in order to save streaks

✧ he’s so bad at streaks

✧ “why does it matter?? what’s the point of sending just black screens or whatever’s in front of you at the moment??”

✧ can’t keep a consistent streak for more than 3 days and also doesn’t care (until hinata challenges him to see who can have the longer one)

✧ when you send him videos of him playing, he really focuses on them to try to improve his technique. asks you to send those vids to him (assuming u saved them, which u did)

✧ but when you look over his shoulder when he’s watching a video and give him some compliment (“i recorded at the perfect moment! that was a really good set, kageyama!”), he gets a bit flustered

✧ gets even more flustered but pretty happy whenever you post videos on your story showing karasuno winning some points with captions like:

✧ “footage of the legendary quick >.>” or “karasuno crows flyin high!” or “these bois make my heart 😭 im so proud”

✧ you WILL catch him off guard in photos, using filters that surrounds his head w/ emojis like 🥺💖🥰💘

✧ you also put these on your story (to his dismay)

✧ ppl comment on these mor than anything else (n for those who dont rlly kno kageyama, theyre kinda surprised to him like this)

✧ hinata snickers “hey kageyama you look pretty good here--”

✧ takes some selfies with you, mostly cuz you want them

✧ saves them after u send them over (n secretly cherishes them)

✧ occasionally watches his subscriptions, they’ll usually involve sports, mostly volleyball (who woulda guessed)

✧ you use his bitmoji to test out random facial expressions you would never see him wear

✧ you: “can you smile and wink like this? act like you’re the obnoxious charming guy in a shojo.”

✧ will actually attempt, but it looks so bad that you die inside and he never wants to try again cuz of ur laughing outburst (you: “😭😭 bb im sorry i couldnt help it”)

oikawa

✧ literally sends you anything and everything

✧ morning bathroom selfie to show off how good his hair came out that day, saying:

✧ “he has risen”

✧ or “i woke up like this”

✧ and my favorite, “you’re lucky you get this content for frEE”

✧ selfies with iwa, who just looks annoyed and exasperated at the camera

✧ sends you pics of his lunch and snacks (“bet u wish u had milk bread too”)

✧ always packs extra milk bread so he could convince you to stay at his practice after school--

✧ FILTERSS

✧ I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENUF

✧ will either use the filters that make him kayooottt (cute)

✧ loves the ones named ‘hearts,’ ‘soft,’ ‘peach,’ ‘butterfly cheeks,’ vsco filters LOL, etc

✧ uses ‘big mouth’ when he feelin a bit sASSY; also loves to use this one when he rants, it channels his inner valley girl

✧ sometimes he’ll be snacking or drinking something while he does so (“hey guys today im gonna eat these milk buns from my favorite bakery and this bomb orange juice and complain about this little kid who talked smack to me earlier and almost made me cry--”)

✧ takes cute selfies with you, is an aesthetic selfie king, puts them on his story to show off he’s hangin with you

✧ but on your story you only post the ones he looks bad in LOL

✧ has separate stories for his every need, some r private (and lucky you, ur included in all of them)

✧ titles them ‘mean things iwa said to me today,’ ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ ‘a day in the life of oikawa,’ ‘volleyball 🏐,’ ‘unpopular opinions,’ etc. 

✧ fitting room photoshoots lol

✧ “y/n, what do you think of this??” “and this?” “oOH WHAT ABOUT THIS??”

✧ ends up calling you through video chat so you can live critique his choices

✧ “oikawa, please no, i can’t be seen with you in public if you wear those--”

✧ also changes his bitmoji’s outfits from time to time, hopes you’ll notice, but you don’t LOL (oikawa: ;((((((( )

kenma

✧ uses sc usually just to reply to messages ppl send him

✧ indifferent about streaks, but keeps a few with ppl he’s closer to

✧ mindlessly plays the snapchat games with you, finds some of them kinda cute

✧ you both made his bitmoji for him, dressing his up in the orange cat suit

✧ you also helped make kuroo’s and put his in the black cat suit to match--

✧ snaps you every time he gets a new game, starts playing it, and once he finishes

✧ started to post some gameplays and reviews on his sc story (might as well add them to sc since he was already on other social platforms), and ended up amassing a large following

✧ follows the tech and gaming stories on sc

✧ as well as the ones with cute animals--

✧ open to selfies with you, usually wears a calm expression and holds up a peace sign

✧ even occasionally sticks his tongue out

✧ his story is occasionally heavily bombarded with candids of him w/ pretty sc filters, all taken by you

✧ but of all the filters, you love using the clout glasses on him

✧ especially when he’s just minding his own business

✧ “kenma, in his tru habitat” when hes cocooned in a blanket

✧ “kenma, on his way to steal yo manz” while on his way to the bathroom

✧ “kenma, next iron chef. watch out gordon” as he’s cooking instant ramen

✧ “kenma” n das it

✧ but he thinks it meme-y so he lets you do whatever you want, kinda digs it

✧ you end up dedicating your snap story to memes of kenma and the nekoma volleyball team. ppl are in it for the shits n giggles n hot bois

✧ you later discover someone else did the same thing with their volleyball team filled with hot bois from shiratorizawa, and you befriend tendou and share funni internet tings

akaashi

✧ 99% of his photos include either you or bokuto or both

✧ bokuto spams akaashi’s story and contact list with selfies and videos of himself using weird filters, often gets you to join him

✧ has several streaks, but will send something with more substance than a black screen or his bedroom window

✧ will usually involve smthng that just happened to him or smthing he saw, like:

✧ “a kind older lady offered me some apples in return for helping her”

-or:

✧ “how do i break the news to bokuto that the yaikniku place he’s been wanting to go to for the past week ,,, is closed today”

✧ o n let’s not leave out:

✧ “is it possible to conjure a ghost using a wooden spatula, ketchup, and a chalk drawn hexagram? bokuto’s been paranoid ever since he tried last night and i dont know what to tell him. seriously, help”

✧ looks through stories occasionally, comments whenever bokuto makes questionable decisions

✧ also comments on whatever you’ve posted. his words range from “you’re cute” to “why,” depending on the content

✧ ppl know when y’all are hanging out cuz he’ll post smthing to indicate he’s with you, usually it’s some candid and you’re not paying attention

✧ appreciation posts for you as well! esp if you got him something, like onigiri or his fav, Nanohana no Karashiae , for lunch! (akaashi: *snaps a pic of his food* “thank you y/n for feeding me”)

✧ prefers video calling over texting/snapping whenever possible tho

✧ occasionally reminisces thru his sc memories

✧ enjoys the flashback feature and will send them to you and bokuto (cuz they’re about y’all anyway lolol)

✧ also has secretly saved a bunch of selfies of himself, consists of him trying out a lot of the filters (he feelin himself)

✧ you, one day, looking thru his phone and discovering them: “akaashi, you’re so pretty wtf”

✧ akaashi: “...”

koganegawa

✧ sends you selfies of him before practice

✧ during breaks

✧ and after practice, usually makes a comment about how it went for him that day like:

✧  “i hit a decent toss today and futakuchi actually complimented me!”

✧ that, or:

✧ “i got yelled at 17 times today 😢😩”

✧ has quite a few streaks, his longest ones being with you and hinata

✧ def uses filters

✧ tries out every funny one he finds and sends you videos

✧ “look y/n im an aaaaAALlliiEEENnnNNN oo oo hoo hhhooOOh”

✧ “now im a chicky nuggy!!” (chicken nugget)

✧ also enjoys the doodle feature

✧ but he uses the filter with the clout glasses unironically--

✧ usually when smth good happens to him and he feels happy and/or cool about it

✧ “just beat the boss in this game on my 69th try B)”

✧ “kogane, that’s--”

✧ plays sc games with you and thinks bitmojis r cool

✧ kinda sad he cant find a hair option that matches him tho lolol rip

✧ you: “you hair’s just,,, unique,,,”

✧ subscribed to anything sports and fitness, as well as pop culture so he can stay in the loop

✧ also watches everyone else’s stories, pointing out whenever he sees smthing cool and/or interesting

✧ “woahh, karasuno’s at nationals right now! i wish we could’ve won, but next year for sure!!”

✧ you encourage him at all his games, hyping him up irl and online

✧ “koganegawa: best setter 😍!!”

✧ luckily you didnt record the parts he completely messed up LOL

semi

✧ before going out with you, snaps you a pic of his casual outfit like:

✧ semi: “does this look ok”

✧ you: “babe you look great, tendou was just messing with you”

✧ will make unwanted appearances on tendou’s snap and complains to you about them

✧ “i didnt consent to being part of his meme page” and

✧ “okay, but he didn’t only have to share all the moments i messed up--”

✧ also indifferent about streaks but will do them

✧ sometimes sends snaps/streaks indicating he’s practicing his music

✧ when you see these you usually ask him to send you vids or if you can come over n watch

✧ initially is a bit shy about it but he loves what he does and you and knows you’re genuinely interested and supportive so he agrees

✧ secretly rlly enjoys having you as his personal audience

✧ lowkey into asmr, like the soap cutting shit as well as chewing crunchy things

✧ also watches food porn and clips of mukbangs, then can’t resist going on youtube and watching the whole thing

✧  “y/n, can we try this, it looks so good--”

✧ will also often watch oikawa’s stories, especially his ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ and makes comments about him being an idiot

✧  “this kid he’s talking about is a savage”

✧ but admits they’re quite entertaining

✧ just looks serious in all the selfies you take with him

✧ you: “can you look like you’re enjoying yourself?”

✧ semi: “i look cooler like this tho”

✧ sc memories filled with shenanigans from you and the volleyball team, doodles, and mirror selfies with him experimenting diff looks (you: “tendou, you got him way too concerned about this”)

✧ also enjoys showing off he’s with you, taking a short video of you when you hang out

✧ you: “semi, i look bad right now”

✧ semi: “but you can never look bad”

✧ you: “🥺 bb”

✧ viewers: “aw”

✧ shiratorizawa: “can he be this nice with us LOL”

shirabu

✧ his main mode of communication with you is mostly through the regular messaging app, so he doesn’t use sc too much

✧ also doesn’t care for streaks and is bad at keeping them

✧ will answer to you or his senpais rather soon tho

✧ but lets all his other notifications pile up a bit before finally going thru them

✧ goes through the snaps he receives really fast, spending like 2 seconds each to look at them cuz aint nobody got time for dat

✧ doesn’t even rlly open goshiki’s LOL

✧ you have fun using filters on him and taking videos while he’s just doing his own thing peacefully like studying

✧ it takes him a second to notice and when he finally looks up, he just gives you an exasperated look

✧ cue you cracking up with laughter bc the filter finally shows up on his face

✧ his eyes and mouth are now on mike wazowski

✧ that, or his face becomes so disturbingly moRPhed like an alien

✧ caption: “ken-chan, my future medical man 😍”

✧ “y/n, please, this is like the 7th time in the last 20 minutes--”

✧ finally convinced him to take a study break and hang out with you

✧ which usually consists of snacking and light banter while you lay your head on his lap

✧ and scrolling through snapchat stories and showing him what everyone else is up to and cool things you’re subscribed to

✧ “loooook, dr. miami’s doing another butt job! is this the line of work you’re studying so hard for?”

✧ “no, it’s really not”

✧ is actually very soft with you and likes having the photos and vids for memories

atsumu

✧ sends you snaps where his brother looks bad, captioning it:

✧ “this is evidence that im the hotter twin”

✧ likewise, osamu sends you snaps where atsumu looks even worse

✧ like, the mans passed out, looking rekt and open mouthed, drool seeping into his pillow

✧ osamu: “u still have time to break up with him”

✧ also lucky for you, atsumu also loves to take unflattering photos of you and send them to you randomly at like 2 am

✧ you: “nani tf when did you even take this??”

✧ usually posts a snap while he’s out somewhere like at a match, the gym, outside on a run, a party, or just hanging out with you or his frens

✧ however, makes sure you look good if you show up on his story cuz he wants to show you off

✧ doesn’t really care for streaks, but has a lott

✧ but also has a tON of unopened snaps

✧ is the type to send just a black screen n call it a day, or maybe spice it up by sending a pic of the sexi gym floor (a comeback) w his shoe in the corner

✧ will, however, consistently respond to you and kinda looks forward to ur snaps (secretly hopes you show ur face)

✧ but when you dont:

*in class*

✧ atsumu: *a smirk on his face* “your content’s kinda dry today” 

✧ you: *your sexi desk* “my nudez ain’t free, i demand compensation”

✧ atsumu: *grasped his chin in thought, but angled the cam up bc he needa hide his phone in class lolol* “what if i... take you out on a romantic excursion”

✧ you: * your face but with ‘sausage’ filter* “🥵🥵🥵🥵 yessir, what u want”

✧ rlly only wants to have pics of your face wat a closeted sOFTIE

✧ likes to have content on his flashbacks

✧ usually has other social media sources to keep up to date with things

✧ actually rlly digs using sc filters, mostly ones that’ll make him look like a queen

✧ captions a selfie of you two like: “me >>>>>>> y/n”

✧ but nearly everyone who comments on it is like: “i think you flipped the sign, bro 🤥”

✧ judges ppl who are into soap cutting asmr (you will never hear the end of it if you also like it)

a/n: sc kinda dying for me, my use went from suga to an atsumu to like nearly nonexistent LOL

also o gawd i already have ideas here n there for a pt 2 so stay tuned fjxnwfesd hope it takes me less long cuz this one took me fkin foreva LOL

idk y i made semi like mukbangs but i feel like he’d be rlly into them--

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

I already finished defending Jacob (I’m not even sorry bc Chris Evans practically owns my soul at this point), and like…god I just want to give him all the good things in this world because OKAY NOT ME CRYING DURING THE LAST SCENE because Andy deserves so much better.

It’s also the fact that I’m FROM Middlesex county so getting to hear Chris’s Boston accent IN A TV SHOW and not just in interviews? 🥵🥵

But also yes I wanna soak his thick beard and fuck him while he’s wearing the suit & jacket combo.

That ending!!! 😭😭😭 when they did that final scene sitting in Jacobs room all alone in the dark made my heart break.

It was so good hearing that accent drop. Especially whenever he got mad because I'm weak like that. It needs to happen more often.

I would be frequently visiting him at the office during his lunch time. 😏 That man can work a suit.

[edwardashley]

what makes gibson your favorite (or like right up there in the list of favorites)?

delicious, delicious question! (definitely tied between him and hodge for my fav)

FIRST, aesthetically i think he’s one of the more interesting in the show. he clearly stands out in silhouette, he’s the only one with those tight curls/beard combo and also the only blond after hodge and tartnell (its dirty so looks dark in a lot of the lighting, but it is blond). he sticks out! and ive talked SO much abt his insane cheekbone game and triangle face and haggard eyes and knifeblade nose. i love to look at him. definitely after crozier, fitzjames, hickey the most unique “design”

SECOND, personality wise he’s got this fascinating mix of spirited and reticent. and i love seeing how/when he makes the conscious choice to let his actually pretty domineering personality shine through and when he chooses to be aloof. i think it speaks of character depth that fascinates me endlessly. Gibson is portrayed in fandom a lot as HIckey’s submissive boywife but that’s really not true? he’s a bit of a bitch and also very straightforward with his wants/wishes (ie. being the one to initiate the sexual relationship, being the one to break up so dramatically, clearly putting forth his own desire to mutiny, being a fearless director of the mutiny logistics during the Tuunbaq attack). also before being a steward he has a history as an AB sailing around the world.... hidden backstory ...... Gibson is submissive in the literal sense in many ways (sexually, occupationally, sometimes emotionally), but he doesn’t let define him, and its not through aggressive coercion which is refreshing break from certain tropes, especially for the consort of a main villain. I feel like he’s an unconventional character type, so i love to analyze him and think abt his relationship to the story/many other characters.

ANYWAY i love Billy Gibson with ALL my heart and i will stan him forever. haters dni. thanks for asking! :)

[focsle]

Vendryth Bio

HELLO here I am with one of my Gigantic Character Bios.

Basics

Name: Vendryth

Nickname: Ven to friends. He also has a number of tacky nicknames in the various small localities he helped out over the years: The Golden Traveler, The Dragon, Trollslayer, Midwinter Hero, ET CETERA ET CETERA. To Neris he is ‘Grandpa’.

Age: Died at age 326. Born 1E 2594, died in 1E 2920. Is Neris’s resident ghost as of 2E 582.

Gender: Man

Race: Dunmer

Class: Battlemage and restoration master

Physical Traits

Height: 6ft

Weight: 210 lbs

Hair: Auburn, pulled back in a long braid.

Eyes: Red

Skin: Dark blueish grey

Distinctive features: Full Van Dyke-style beard. A lot of assorted scars from 300+ years of Fighting Things. Really big gaudy dragon tattoo on his chest.

Mannerisms: He has a confident ease moving and existing in the world, and he definitely takes up space in a lounging sort of way. He also tends to relate to people physically—SHOULDER SLAPPER sort of guy.

Voice: Friendly and booming. Bit gravelly but refined.

Fashion: He likes ornate armors and likes to keep ‘em shiny. In the day to day however, he dresses very simply...keeps his shirt collar as open as possible...

Emotional Traits

Personality: He’s very personable and very willing to help people, to the degree that he is prone to butting into situations that initially don’t involve him. He almost never turns down requests for help and can quickly shift to adapt to situations that call for his attention. He tries to behave honorably, though he hasn’t always done so in his interpersonal relationships in the past and is awkward in coming to terms with that.

Likes a good time. Is boisterous and rollicking and sometimes has an air about him that he doesn’t take things seriously, even though as said above, he can rapidly switch gears to handle grave situations. He’s chummy with everyone. A bit flirtatious & slutty. A pro at entertaining swaths of children. Good at calming horses.

He’s very vain, though not arrogant. He’s surprised if someone isn’t impressed by him, but not upset or offended. He does Heroics partly because he has the ability to and thinks it's the right thing to do, but also because he likes the attention. Likes being fawned over. Doesn’t wanna wear a helmet to cover his pretty face.

Religion / Belief system: He more-or-less adheres to the Tribunal (much to the chagrin of Grandson Neris). He doesn’t believe them to be Actual Gods and thus doesn’t ‘worship’ them, but does recognize and respect them as powerful leaders and has no problem serving their will when it comes to the defense of Morrowind. He later became one of Vivec's Buoyant Armigers, and was quite reverent to both Vivec and Almalexia.

He’s wary of all Daedra. Just expects them to be troublesome and either doesn’t involve himself or actively works against them. He’s pretty straight-laced about all that.

Lifestyle

Background: He was born into a minor family in House Telvanni. Despite his lack of Notable Lineage, he proved to be very magically adept, especially in matters of restoration magic. In his early 20s he married a woman named Tendreni Ilyiil. Their marriage was a strategic one centered more on solidifying future power than anything else—his skills, and her more powerful family connections. It didn’t work out, particularly as Vendryth’s interests turned more towards being a healer rather than the acquisition of knowledge or power. He wasn’t good at communicating that it wasn’t working out however. He decided instead to simply abandon Tendreni and their infant child and forgo any connections to his house. While he would come to regret that action as he got older, he never made amends, feeling too much time had passed for it to mean anything.

Over the decades he worked with both the Mages and Fighters guild, intensely studying Restoration but also battle techniques and becoming quite powerful through the ranks as a result. Initially he took contracts through the Fighter’s Guild to assist people. Then he became a bit of a Freelance Hero around Tamriel, chasing the high of Minor Glories in numerous regions. His mastery of Restoration magic enabled him to slow his aging considerably.

His work took on a more concentrated effort when he was a little over 100 years old, in defense efforts against the first Akaviri invasion that earned him recognition among his peers. He would continue to serve in Morrowind's military for a time, and then more specifically for Vivec as a Buoyant Armiger. Through this work he had the flexibility to continue his Pro Bono Heroics around Tamriel, but would respond to calls back home when needed.

By 2840 he was back to his military engagements, operating as a high-ranking healer during the Four Score War. While certainly not always on the front, he was involved for the entire 80 engagement and managed to live through it as a decorated veteran. Unfortunately when Mournhold was sacked shortly after, Vendryth lost his head to one of Mehrunes Dagon’s army while trying to heal someone.

He had an honorable burial in Necrom, though not in the Ilyiil tomb. However, simmering generational anger over his initial abandonment of his first family led to his ghost being tracked down by Ilyiil ancestor spirits who then bound him to protect the family tomb. He was there for 600 years, and lost considerable parts of his memory and identity as the notion of being stuck there for eternity became intolerable and his emotional and mental state deteriorated. He was forgotten by everyone, beyond a few obscure scholars of specific military history, as the people who remembered him died. He became a very angry and violent spirit until he ran into Neris who was reconciling with his own feelings about his family and sense of abandonment. Neris ended up helping to free Vendryth and established a shrine for him in his own house. Kindred spirits in many ways, Neris’s companionship helped Vendryth get a lot of himself back, and Vendryth also helps Neris take his final steps away from House Telvanni.

Place of residence: In life he lived in a fancy Hall just outside Mournhold. As a ghost he hangs out in a dedicated corner of Neris’s library in Middle Of Nowhere Vvardenfell.

Occupation: Local Hero™, Buoyant Armiger, battlefield healer

Habits: He’s very particular about his appearance...a Preener. Will absolutely fuss over his reflection in a breastplate he’s shining. Winds down with smoking assorted combos of psychoactive herbs in the evenings. Tends to touch people’s arms or has a hand on their shoulder or something when he’s talking to them.

Hobbies: Adventuring (and long walks through impressive landscapes), gathering up all the local rumors, fishing, musical inclinations, reading a small always-rotating collection of books he finds in his travels and then leaves at the last inn he stayed at once he finishes them.

Likes: Campfire stories or collective songs i.e. activities that include a lot of people, theater, retelling his adventures, being recognized, quaint little towns with warm rooms.

Dislikes: Having to be sneaky or anonymous in any way (he’ll DO subtlety and anonymity if it is required of him but UGHHHH!), having to constantly confront the mortality/death of people around him, feeling ‘kept’ by anyone, losing sleep for any reason, having to skip meals.

Goals: His interests move from ‘I want people to know who I am and I want stories to be told about me’ notions of fame, and as he gets older it turns more into ‘I want to do what I feel is right and will help people’. He always appreciates public admiration and relishes in it, but ends up feeling a greater responsibility over where he stands in life and how he can contribute.

Relationships

Orientation: Straight, ish. He’s attracted to women, but he’d be flattered and wouldn’t necessarily say no if propositioned by another gender. But the actual attraction wouldn’t be there.

Relationship status: Had a long string of romances and families across the continent, as well as one dedicated long-term partnership with a General in the Four Score War that was his last relationship. As a ghost…..he’s a ghost…

Notable Relationships:

He fathered 37 children (that he knows of) over his first couple centuries. While he was never completely absent, he definitely wasn’t involved in parenting. He’d write everyone, he’d make sure everyone was materially supported, he’d show up and stay for a few weeks at a time with gifts and stories, but wasn’t much of an Active Partner. He very much considered everyone family and had no personal sense of relationship decay over time; this was met with varying degrees of agreement, acceptance, indifference, sorrow, anger, and resentment across all the different parties.

He grew to be a more somber man once he realized he was outliving them all. Not just partners, but a number of his children too.

Tendreni Ilyiil: His first wife. Their relationship was one of circumstance, duty, and politics. They were quite formal with each other, and had differing senses of ambition. When Vendryth left Tendreni was furious about it, largely because of the principle of the thing rather than because she experienced much hardship without him (though raising an infant more on her own was something she was very angry about, though there was family help for her there). She didn’t feel a loss with him gone. She thought he was a childish coward and wrote him off almost immediately for it. She moved on, but her parents harbored a more significant grudge, as did her child to an even greater degree, especially as Vendryth’s name became more widely known and celebrated. These ancestor spirits, rather than Tendreni, were the ones who ended up binding his ghost to the tomb.

Neris Ilyiil: His great great great great grandson, of Tendreni’s line, who ended up saving him from his spectral imprisonment. Vendryth is very fond of Neris and sees quite a bit of himself in the boy. He loves exchanging adventure stories with him, even though Neris’s tend to be a bit different. He’s grateful for Neris’s help and is also more than willing to provide a sense of encouragement, family, and guidance to him. 600 years in a tomb means he lost the threads of all the rest of his family members and doesn’t know where any other descendants are. As a result he’s really close to Neris because Neris is the only thing that makes him feel like he still...Existed at one time.

Lady General whom we are still working on a name for: A General who Vendryth served under in the Four Score War. She initially thought he was underwhelming which he found…completely baffling and intriguing and his conclusion was ‘she is underwhelmed by me not because I’m NOT great, but because clearly she has done something greater and now I need to find out about it’. Was deeply curious about her from the beginning. Rather than his earlier relationships that were built on initial physical attraction and his usual ‘I am going to charm her with my Gallant Hero Energy’, he grew close to her out of circumstance first and then utter respect and admiration for her as they worked together. She was his sense of grounding through the whole war and was the first person he was actually In Love with. He hoped the relationship would continue beyond the war—that he kept thinking would end the next year, and then the next year, etc. It was unrelenting and he likely wouldn’t have stayed if not for this partnership. He felt it was worth all the enduring hardship. She saw to his burial after the destruction of Mournhold.

[scuttle-buttle]

what haircolor do you like best on daniel? the blonde highlights are kinda growing on me 😊

I won't lie I like his hair darker overall because I have this weird mistrust of light haired guys? (Perhaps something I should unpack someday) that and it just ighhhgh looks so good on him especially the dark beard. So chocolaty.

But he greatly slapped with that blonde and moustache combo I can admit (obvs not heck tho oof 😖)

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Wish Granted

Word Count: 6K

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Standing by the fountain, you feel a chill catch the inside of your coat.  You tug it closer around you and flip the penny in your hand from heads to tails.  A 2003 penny with Lincoln on the front, his memorial on the back.  No different, always the same.  Under your arm is a box with a new scarf and glove set for the man you thought you would marry one day.  Before you could even get to dinner, he meets you at your hotel to say that things aren’t going the way he hoped and that you should call it quits before things got too serious.  Like four years of commitment wasn’t serious enough.

You hold the penny up, allowing the fountains sound drowns out the surrounding world as you close your eyes and launch that coin into the fountain.

“Ow!”

You open your eyes to see a man standing in front of you, hand over his eye.  

You cover you mouth, mortified.  “Oh! Oh no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

Without thinking you run up to the stranger, reaching for his hand to observe the injury you inflicted.  When he moves his hand, he blinks a  couple times looking around to make sure he had vision.  You take a step back, looking him over.  Brown trench coat, snakeskin loafers, hair trimmed with that old school part in the fro.  Epitome of tall dark and handsome if you had to categorize him.  And now you’re about to add an eye patch to his wardrobe.

“I swear I wasn’t begging for change walking through here.  Not today.”  He rubs his eye again, looking at you with his good one.

“I wasn’t thinking.  Why would I throw something with my eyes closed in a public area, honestly.”  

He looks behind him.  “You wanted to make a wish?”

You look down at your feet in embarrassment, “Kind of, yeah.  It’s silly but-”

His smile stops your train of thought, lighting up your mind’s electricity with its beauty.  Like a hand of dominoes, those teeth are hiding a hand that will have you laid out on a table in a minute.

“That ain’t silly, that’s what everyone around here is doing, including me.  Did you drop that too?”

He points near you to the box by your feet, swiftly picking it up before you could say anything.

“Leaving a gift for the fountain too?”  He quips, handing it over to you.

You roll your eyes, “No, but I don’t really wanna get into it right now, if that’s cool.”

His face drops as he nods, putting his hands in his coat pockets humbly.  You instantly feel bad, especially for making that smile go away.

“I don’t mean it like-”

“No, it’s cool.  I get it.  We don’t know each other like that so…”

“Well, I mean...sorry, what’s your name?”

“Yahya.”  He holds out his hand, face warming up again.  You take it, giving him a genuine smile along with your name.

“Well Yahya, before I almost took out your eye, what was your wish to the fountain?”

He squints at you suspiciously in a way that sparks your inner challenger as his walls begin to metaphorically build.

“If I told you, wouldn’t that make it not come true?”

You mull it over in your head.  “I mean, that’s for birthday wishes, not fountain wishes.”

Yahya chuckles, throwing his head back.  “I like that logic, but I gotta plead the fifth.”

You tut at him.  “Oh come on!  I embarrassed myself just now, why can’t you?”

“Oh this all about you, to make you feel better?”  Yahya asks playfully.

You love this back and forth, nodding to keep the game going whether he gives in or not.  

Yahya looks at you a second before sighing deeply and looking around for anyone nearby who might eavesdrop.  Every move he makes looks so damn cool, you feel anxious the more time passes between you two.

“Aight, but if I tell you, you owe me a drink.”  He says with a smolder behind his gaze down at you.

“And why’s that?”   You ask, clutching your chest.  

On cue, Yahya holds his eyes bending over.  “Oh God, my eyesight.  How can I see people’s bullshit now?”

You whack his back to make him stop, the cadence of his laughter pops in the night air.  

“Ok, drinks on me, cool?”  

Promptly dropping his act with a deviant smile he says, “Cool. Let’s get them first.”  He holds his arm out to you expectantly.  You swap your box from one arm to the other before taking his and setting off to a nearby lounge.  He opens the door for you and you find two stools at the far end of the bar.  

You take a seat, setting your box on the bar as Yahya unbuttons his coat, flicking the sides behind him.  You notice how his pants accentuate the length of his legs, as well as the fitted nature right around his upper thighs.  You smile to yourself, thanking God for his blessing to man.

He orders a whiskey neat, you get a gin and tonic.  By the time the drinks arrive and you warm up from first sip, your senses begin to loosen.

“Ok, you got a drink, now tell me about your wish.”

Yahya puts on a look of shock before placing the glass to his eye.  You push him playfully.

“That doesn’t even make sense, you got it without ice!”  

He shakes his head.  “Just hating.  Ok, um.  I got one more request before I say this, cuz I don’t wanna have you running away from me  when I say this.”

You sit up a little straighter at his words.  “O...k.”

He licks his lips turning a little more in your direction.  “After I tell you my wish, you gotta tell me what’s in that box.  I can tell it’s not for you.”

“How?!” 

He pulls it across the bar towards him.  “It’s got a ribbon on it that is wrapped around the box, so it hasn’t been opened.  You’re dressed nice but standing alone at a fountain at night making a wish and going to a bar with someone you just met, makes me think you had a rough night.”

Your heart drops at this lowkey reading that hit the nail on the head.

“...plus the tag says ‘To: James’.”

You pull the box back and pull your drink to your lips silently.  Yahya feels your change of heart and switches gears.

“I didn’t mean to say that offensively, I was just answering your question.  I get a little too blunt out the blue sometimes, I been told.”

You look at him and see his apologetic eyes, looking like a little boy being sweet to come out of time out.  You reassess, turning back on the cool mode.  Remember, he’s not your man.

“You...got the story without even having to ask me a question.  So now you owe me.  You tell me your wish and why you are wandering the fountain at night,”  You say with a little bite in your voice.  Since he so smart...

Yahya finishes his drink and raises his hand to order another.  “On the rocks this time.”  He turns to look at you, making time slow down while looking into your eyes like he is searching for something steady to anchor to.  You hope he sees it because you already see it in him, crazy as that sounds.

He digs in his pocket to pull out a flat square grey box, setting it on the bar and pushing it towards you.  

“I have a gift to that didn’t quite make it to the receiver.”  

You take the box hesitantly, opening it to find a simple sterling silver chain.

“What happened?  Why didn’t she take it?”  You ask.  “It is a little simple, but I mean, not break up worthy.”

“I don’t think it was her style in the end, but also,”  He pulls the necklace out, bringing the backing with it to reveal a ring looped around it.  You gasp, taken back it’s beauty.

“Oh wow, you were planning to propose?!”  

Yahya nods, smiling solemnly.  “I thought I had found what I was looking for in her, but she hadn’t found what she wanted in me.  Luckily she hadn’t pulled the necklace out when she broke it down for me.”

“Wow.”  You say, looking over the necklace and ring combo as you sip your drink, not knowing what else to say.

Yahya rests his chin on his hand, looking over the ring.  “It’s not easy to find someone you connect with and see a future.  That’s all I been wanting since I got grown.  People date for a quick thing but I wanted more.  I really thought we were headed there.”

“That’s how it was for me.  I came here to meet with my boy- well now my ex boyfriend.  We planned this trip months ago and the day comes that I thought for sure would be the next step in our relationship and he just stops me before we make it to dinner.”

“Did you all have reservations?”  He asks.

You nod.  “Yeah, now in 15 minutes actually, a block from here.”

Yahya checks the time and picks up your box.  “All this heartache is making me hungry, and my mama didn’t raise me to let a woman drink on an empty stomach, so let’s go.”

He buttons his coat, digs out a couple bills from his wallet and lays them on the bar before holding out his trusted arm again.  You take it again happily.  

At the restaurant you both order drinks and appetizers to share, laughing and chatting about of all things, your broken relationships.

“You know I waited on him for a month to come back on business trip before this?  I just KNEW I was gonna get dicked down at the least. Excuse my language but he couldn’t bother with me to even giving me break up sex!”  You say, a little too loudly for the stuffy restaurant you all were enjoying.

Yahya laughs so hard his eyes close up, wheezing at the crudeness of your talking.  “I swear, where have all the gentlemen gone right?”

“RIGHT!” you concur.  “Don’t do that to your lady, ok?”

Yahya bites off a shrimp and tosses the tail.  “I don’t have a lady, remember?”

“Oh yeah.  Well for your future lady.  Always do her right.  No matter if you happy or mad.”

Yahya looks over at you, eyes heavy from the liquor consumed, he holds his hand out across the table.  You look at him snickering.  

“Oh sweetie, you got something to say?”  You ask teasingly.

Yahya scratches his beard, squeezing your fingers gently.  “Nothing but I never told you my wish.”

You brush him off.  “Oh you don’t have to, it’s not important anymore.”

“It is though because this night has turned from tragic to amazing in the span of just a couple hours with you.  I had went to that fountain torn up and wished that I would find a wife.”

You sit there quietly, thinking about that box with the necklace and ring.  You take your hand away from his.

“I don’t mean that means anything to you.  We’re just friends obviously.  If that!”  Yahya says with a cool laugh, looking at the rim of his glass as he twirls his finger around it.  You knew he wasn’t trying to sound crazy like you’re the answer to his wish but you grabbed you coat anyway.

“Follow me.”

You get your box and put on your coat hurriedly.  You both walk through the tables, heading for the entrance.  

“You paid right?”  You ask, opening your gift box and taking out its contents.  

Yahya nods.  “Yeah, what’s going on?”

Taking out the scarf, you wrap it around his neck.  “This looks pretty good on you, matches your coat and everything.” You hand him the gloves to put on.  “I say let’s try and make your wish come true, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, let’s live in the moment!  No strings, talk to me like a loving husband, I’ll treat you like a wife.  See if it even makes sense.  You might not even care to have a ball and chain around your neck all the time.  Who knows!”  You’re oddly chill about asking for this odd request but  Yahya’s face isn’t reading as all for it.  You start to push the door open when Yahya pulls you back.

“Hang on.”  He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the square box, undoing the necklace and holds it out to you.

“Take the ring off first.”  You say cautiously.

He shakes his head.  “Aren’t you my wife for the night?  This is yours. Turn around.”

You obey as your cool begins to melt away, letting him put it around your neck, clasping it gently and finishing with a soft squeeze of your shoulders.

“Wifey, let’s take a stroll.”  Yahya offers, leading you out into the street..

“My dear, dinner was marvelous tonight.”  Yahya speaks in an uppity manner.

“Why yes, my compliments to the chef, indeed.  I do apologize for not having cooked.  I so know you were looking forward to it.”

“My dear wife there is no need to fret, you should at least have one day off.  That’s what a gentleman would expect.”

You chortle haughtily.  “My dear, you are too grand.  I say we shall put the beds together tonight for some whoopie!”

Yahya laughs out of character.  “What decade are we in?”

You think a second.  “Well let’s say 70s and not differentiate from 1970 or 1870.  Sounds good?”

Yahya gives you a thumbs up.  “Works for me.”

As you walk along, you recognize the street you’re both on.  “Oh, there is my hotel.  We walked right up on it.  Nice!”

Yahya smiles down at you.  “Your methods are clandestine.”

You feign shock.  “Wha?  I hadn’t led us towards here subconsciously at all!  But since we are here, I really don’t wanna keep our schtick short.  You wanna come up?  Oh!  We can play house!”  You say excitedly.

Yahya shrugs, opening the hotel doors ahead of the doorman.  “After you milady.”

Your shoes click clack across the floor as you make your way to the elevator.  With a ding, the doors open and let you in.  As the door closes, Yahya takes your hand and jerks you toward him, spinning you around to the wall nearest to him and pinning you against it.  

You hold your breath looking up at him, watching his hand move towards your neck, reaching around to pull the ring out from your coat collar.

“This suits you, you know.  I just had to see it up close on you one more time.”  His fingers run across the chain and collarbone to your neck, making you ticklish.

“You know there’s cameras in here.”  You breathily warn, contradicting your worry when you place your hand to his back, bringing him closer to you.  

He traces the outline of your face, turning your into putty even more once his lips graze yours.  Barely registering as a kiss, you close your eyes anyhow, enjoying the warmth of him near you until you reach for his face and demand more.  Soon, the doors of the elevator ding open and Yahya let’s you go, shielding your body in the corner with his to appear as casual as possible while the new passengers stepped on.

“You guys aren’t coming out?”   An elderly white man asks.

Yahya looks back.  “Oh sorry.  We left something in the room so we have to make a second trip.  What floor are we?”  He whispers to you.

“11th.”  You say as he pressed the button.  He stands in front of you with his back to you as the man stepped on, pressing 8.

“Geez I hate when that happens.  Gotta take those extra steps, feels like such a waste of time.”  The man says.

You play with Yahya, poking his booty cheek, which he flexes once he notices your touch, looking back at you with a cross eyed look.

“Oh yeah.  It can be real annoying.  Blame this one.”  Yahya points his thumb back at you.  

The man appears to have just noticed you.  “Oh buddy, don’t blame your girl.  That will turn your night sour in a jif!”  The elevator dings to open to his floor.  “You kids have a good night.  Sweetie, give him hell!”  THrowing a thumbs up, he leaves you both in the elevator once again.

Yahya turns to face you, “Is this how married folk act in elevators?”

You smile and shrug, pulling at the scarf around his neck.  ”Any marriage I’m in, it better be.”

The elevator dings once more and you lead him to  Room 1142, rooting through your wristlet to find the card, growing distracted by the hug from behind that Yahya pulls you into, nuzzling your shoulder.  

“Stop!  I am gonna drop all my shit if you don’t quit.”  You whine.

“All of it?”  Yahya growls in your as he pushes up on you, letting you know what was definitely up with him.

You find the card and insert it to unlock the door, stumbling half drunk, half horny inside.  Yahya closes the door and exclaims suddenly,  “Look at this dessert, right here!”

Some chocolate covered strawberries placed neatly on a silver platter sits on a table with champagne chilling in a bucket.

You take off your coat, groaning in frustration.  “Goddammit.  I ordered this before James came up and obviously it didn’t get eaten.  I hope the champagne ain’t burned.”   You pick the bottle up from the half melted ice, checking the label.

Yahya takes off his coat, putting it across a nearby desk.  “How would it burn?”

You unwrap the foil and start to twist the cork.  “You know like freezer burn.  Chill it too long and it can burn like steak left in the freezer too long.”  With one twist the cork pops across the room, and an overflow of foam spills over your hands.  Yahya takes the bottle, letting the alcohol spill across the strawberries and table before tipping the bottle to his mouth.  

You watch his adam’s apple bob as champagne makes drips on his shirt.  The muscles in his arms on full display as he tips the bottle back down, screwing his face up from the taste. 

“That ain’t bad.”  He puts a fist to his mouth, letting out a decent burp while holding the bottle to you.

You cackle taking the bottle for yourself as he takes a seat at the table with strawberries.

“You really went all out for tonight huh?”  Yahya asks, looking around the room.

You twist the neck of the bottle, holding it to your chest nervously.  “I tried.  If I am committed, I can’t hide that.  And I just want someone to see me at least halfway on my level, you know?”  You take a swig from the bottle, letting the liquid do its thing to your bloodstream.

Yahya sits there with his hands on his thighs, spread wide in a way that is least annoying.  It showcases his height, confidence, and body structure that you’re sure he takes pride in.

“No reason you can’t have that.”  Yahya says quietly.

You stand beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder.  “You could too.  Hell, you had a complete ring here.”  You pull on it for emphasis.

Yahya shrugs, giving a soft sad smile.  “I don’t wanna think about what I could have.  I wanna focus on what I got now.”

You feel the width of his palm wrap around your hip, looking up at you in need.  You put the bottle down and hold his face in your hands.  His hands massage your back, willing you to give in.  But something holds you back.

“Let me sit real quick.”  You plant yourself on his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, distracting yourself with the berries.

“What’s wrong?”  Yahya asks.  “Your energy feel different.”

You take a strawberry in for a bite, savoring the sweet chocolate with the refreshing juice of the strawberry.

“It’s been a long night.  This has been cute and fun, definitely better than how it started.  But I can’t stop thinking about why am I doing this.  For what?  Like this doesn’t mean a damn thing. Nothing really does.”

Yahya gently squeezes your hip with a slight frown on his face.  “I think it’s better to think about how you popped some dude in the eye, made him feel better by being funny, gorgeous and your heart is so innocent and open, I thought I would fuck this up quickly.”

You laugh.  “You did almost.”

“I know, I talked too much at the bar-”

“No it was when you insisted I buy you a drink.”  You retort.

“And I’m still waiting on it.  I paid remember!”  Yahya says with a little neck roll for emphasis that makes you smile bigger.  

You reach for the bottle on the table and shake it.  “You wasted most of this on the strawberries, here.”

“You don’t want more?”  Yahya asks as you tip the bottle to his lips.

“No, go head.”  You pour what’s left in his mouth and set the bottle down.  He points to his mouth, holding the liquor in his mouth.

“What?”  You ask before his hands grab either side of your face and pull you into him.  Your body lights up having his lips on you again and you offer to raise the stakes quickly.  Opening your mouth, he opens his allowing you to taste the final drink of the night.  The bubbles dance around your mouth as the liquid begins to spill out a little, soaking your mouths equally.  His hand navigates your thighs, playing around the hem of your dress to ease it further up.  You push his hand back, breaking away from him to stand and lean against the table. 

“Are you always like this or are we just getting too drunk?”  You giggle nervously, squeezing your thighs together.

Yahya sits back, wiping his hand over his mouth slowly as he stares you down.  “My head is clear, ok?  I always liked the tradition of what’s mine is yours, and yours is mine.  Two people, becoming one union.”  His index fingers meet each others tip to point up at you.

You’re both breathing erratically, staring at each other daring who will pull the next move.  You reach for the bottom of your dress, hiking it up slowly past your thighs exposing your lower half.  Yahya’s eyes shoot to your undergarments letting out a low whistle, standing up in front of you, reaching under your dress to grip your behind.  

“Is this what you want too?”  Yahya asks as you feel his fingers slipping the waist of your panties slowly down. 

You breathe out hard, locking eyes, your arousal reaches a peak where you forget how to speak.

“Y-yes.”  You squeak out, lifting your hips so he can pull them completely down.  He kneels in front of you, pulling one foot and the other out of your shoes then goes to look up at you.

“Your legs are fucking sexy, you know that?”  he says as you feel him trace your marks and kisses the front of them.

You snort, wiggling a finger to signal him to stand up.  “I thought the same of you when you finally got that coat off, with your long ass.  Take something else off.”

His smile shines as he pulls his shirt out his pants and pulling it over his head.  Your hands can’t stop from touching his physique, mentally counting every muscle lacquered in the finest deep tone melanin you seen in real life.  

“You can’t be real,” you gasp as he unbuttons his pants.  You quickly begin to take off your dress, thanking God you didn’t go with a bra today.

When he unzips his pants he stops you.  “Slow down, don’t rush.  I wanna take my time with it.  Lay back a second.”

You do as you’re told, sitting on the edge of the table instinctively spreading your thighs apart.  Yayha strokes his chin, licking his lips as he kneels before you, propping your legs further apart you feel yourself swell with desire, biting your lip in anticipation.

Yahya holds one leg up as his other hand traces yours lips.  He looked like someone constructing a finger painting, eyes concentrated as his digits worked circles around your sensitive area.  Your legs twitch every so often when he moves to slow, coaxing his telepathically to go lower or higher.  Once he does, your back bends demonically, exorcising your cares as you moan with delight.  You fall back into the table, squishing the fruit laid under your without.  But nothing compared to his mouth fully consuming you.  Your legs buckle around his ears as he suckles upon your throbbing clit, you feel yourself approaching the edge, cursing yourself for cumming too soon.  You make the mistake of looking down to see his wide tongue gently stroke you.  Your legs flies up too fast, knocking the champagne off the table.

“Oh shit!  Fuck!”  You curse, feeling slightly lightheaded.

Yahya goes to grab it but you pull him back forcing him to stand.  Pulling him hard into you, you kiss sloppily, leaving no drop behind as you taste yourself, your drinks, your night all at once.

Yahya pulls back, bring you close to him before pushing you over face first onto the table.

“You cussin more about the bottle than me.”  Yahya says as he pulls his draws down, holding your hips still and pushing your ankles apart.

You feel yourself crushing the strawberries under your but could not give a single fuck about it.

“I didn’t wanna make a mess, is all.”

He sucks his teeth as you feel his tip rub against your vulva.  “Shit.  That’s all I wanna do now.  Which one should it be?  Clean?  Or dirty?”

Before you can answer, you feel his breath on your neck as he plants wet kisses, sliding his tongue down your back.  You hear him making it sloppy and it threatens you to flip the table.

“Dammit, give it to me, baby please.”  You look back at him with your head in the table watching him smile as he plants on hand one your lower back and pushes in gently.

You fingers almost rips a hole in the tablecloth as you tense up under his girth.

“Be easy.  You can do this, I got you.”  He says with a raspy voice, pushing further and deeper into you, wrapping his arms around to grip your breasts as you prop yourself on your elbows for support.

“Ohh shit.”  You exclaim, feeling yourself stretch in a way the felt completely new.  Your walls squeezed tightly, not wanting to let go of this new visitor.

Yahya exhaled sharply as he pulled back, letting you feel your lungs expand again until his next stroke came down on you.  He keeps the pace slow, whispering in your ear.

“You like me inside you?”  He asks.  You nod.

“Tell me it feel good.”  Yahya says.  You grunt, biting your lip as you try to concentrate on your next nut.

His hand grabs your hair at the nape of your neck.  “What was that?”

You gasp delightfully, taking the pain with pleasure.  “It’s so good, baby.”

“You showing me it’s good.  Keeping wettin me down like I like.”  Yahya laughs, curing under his breath as he digs into you deeper, pulling out less.  Your ass bounces against his hips instinctively asking for more.

“I wanna hear you too, baby.  This mine and it’s yours.”  You snarl, bouncing back on him until you body deceives you.  The pace gets too good before you begin to curl into yourself, letting your orgasm take over.

“I can help you with that.”  He grunts, lifting one leg up on the table, hitting you at a new angle he pounds into you, repeating how good your pussy is, demanding you cum on him right there.

You body twists under him, reaching back for him to ease up, typical fight or flight despite how good it feels.  He pins your wayward arm behind your back.

His strokes slow down but dig deeper.  The feel of his big tongue licking up your spine makes you squeal and twist under his advantage.

“Shit you making me cum aAGAIN,” you breathe hard.

He licks his lips, kissing each spot along his trail, letting your arms go to envelope your hands with his on the table.  

“These berries taste better on you,” he moans in your ear.

“I love your tongue all over me.  I’d marry that fucking tongue of yours.  Fucking...shit!”

“Oh shit, oh shit.”  Yahya barks as his body tenses up as he begins to pull away, face completely without chill until he pulls out of you, jacking himself furiously onto your ass.  You feel the shoots of cum hit your behind, like confetti after a race.  Your come down is filled with accomplishment as you hear him moan until he has emptied himself completely, smacking your thigh for emphasis. 

“That’s what I call a wish came true.”  He says proudly.  Turning you over to kiss you deeply.  Although you’re both exhausted yourselves, his kisses get better with each one.  Tongue less timid, mouth more open, lips sucked dry.

You sit up, feeling like you just touched down from being in the clouds.  Yahya pulls you into him, looking you over, checking the necklace around your neck again.  

“I know what you’re thinking, but I don’t wanna go yet.”  He says.

You sigh deeply putting your face in his chest.  “I won’t ask you to stay.”

“I wish you would.”  Yahya says seriously.  “I won’t if you don’t want me too, but I don’t feel right being here without you saying you want me here.”

You look over his face for sincerity.  If only that was a superpower, because he looks the same as you seen all day.  

You reach for his hands walking him towards your bed as you sit down on it in front of him.  

“Come on and stay.  I ain’t got this king size for nothing.”

Yahya climbs over you in his stark nakedness to get to the other side and under the blanket.  You find this hilarious, snuggling under the blankets with him, letting the plush warmth envelope you both.  He pulls you closer as y’all lay face to face in the dark.

“Did you want to sleep with me when you saw me?”  You ask.

Yahya takes a beat before answering.  “Hell yes.”

You smack his face softly.  He still screams ow.

“What am I supposed to say!”  

“Something more gentlemanly.”

“Like you ain’t wanted to sleep with me?  I saw your eyes on me at the bar.  Felt like a piece of meat.”

“That’s what you are.  An A1, Grade A, lean cut 80/20 muthafucka.”  You say with some funk in your voice.

“Wooow, I’m a whole butcher shop to you.”  He says with feigned hurt, feeling your face.  You hands go from warming between your thighs to reaching out for his, running your hand up and down.  You run the back of your hand across his stomach, feeling his breath inhale and exhale.

Without a word he takes the back of your neck, pushing your face into his with renewed vigor.  Your hand reaches his dick, firmly stroking his shaft as he grows under your touch.  You crawl over him, pushing him on his back so you can straddle him while he bear hugs you on top of him, sucking your neck.  You nibble his ear as you continue to stroke him off, teasing yourself with his tip.

“If this is my favorite thing about you, could you blame me?”  You moan in his ear.

“My favorite thing is what you do with your favorite thing.”  He says before his eyes roll back once you finally sit yourself properly on top of him.

You feel your eyes open and the room is completely bright with light.  You pull the covers over your head with displeasure, attempting to get a few more winks until you realize where you are and what you did.  Your eyes shoot open, looking down at your naked frame.  Now you really don’t dare stick your head out of the blanket for fear of seeing him or being in this room by yourself.  You see the necklace still hanging off of you, he wouldn’t leave that behind right?  You take it off and stare at it again.  Did you really convince someone to be your husband for a night?  And he was crazy enough to say yes?  Your head pounds from last night’s activities, forcing you to sit up at least.  You look over and find the bed empty beside you.  You groan and cover your face.  Duh!  Why wouldn't he toot and boot.  You look around the room at remnants from last night.  Bottle on the floor, crushed strawberries, dress and panties in the middle of the floor.  Nope, that wasn’t a dream after all.  You scoot off the bed and head for the bathroom door to freshen up.  When you open the door, you see him standing there, dick in hand, standing at the toilet.

“You’re up?” 

You let out a scream as you suddenly feel your nakedness.  Yahya jumps with fright as you run back to the bed and burrow under the covers.

“What’s wrong with you?”  You hear his voice growing closer.

“Are you dressed?”  you mewl from under the covers.  This generates a chuckle from Yahya.  You feel weight on the side of the bed and you peek to see the man framed by the golden rays of the sun sitting up in his underwear looking at you with amusement.

 “I didn’t wanna wake you,  my alarm woke me up.”

“What were you doing in the bathroom?”  you ask.

“....peeing?”  He says cautiously.

“No!  I mean, why are you still here?  How?”

Yahya folds his arms in thought.  “I was hoping we could get breakfast or something.  See what you look like in the daylight.”  He pulls at the blanket around your head but you hold it tight.

“I’m not decent,” you whisper.

Yahya laughs.  “I think you’re pretty decent.  I’m not erasing last night, I hope you aren’t.”

You feel for the nightstand and reach to give him the necklace back.  He takes it while holding on to your hand.  You feel something familiar surge from his touch.

“My energy hasn’t changed from last night.  I wanna know you as a woman, understand?  I’m not worried about how we met.”

You take your hand away and sit up, pulling the blanket over your chest.  “Less than 24 hours ago and we fucked.  I really don’t do that.”

“I don’t either!  If we both were truthful, we got out of committed relationships and found something familiar with each other.  I’m not gonna let that slip by, that’s connection.”

You hug yourself, looking around at remnants of yesterday around the room until you met eyes with the main memory sitting beside you.  

“Breakfast.  But we gotta slow down, ok?  It just makes things blurred and messy.”

He places a hand over his heart and one in the air.  “Promise!  I’ll get dressed, and you should have some hot water for the shower still.”

You barely hear as you watch those shapely legs stroll across the floor carrying that fine ass you can fully appreciate from his tight underwear.  He picks up his pants, shaking them out.

“Oh, wait.  Come here.”

Yahya looks at you, walking back with his pants in his hands to your side of the bed.  

“You got something right here…”  You paw at one side of your face, watching him mirror you until you wave him to come closer.  He leans down for you to have his face but instead you hold him, kissing him gently.

You pull back,gripping his chin.  “I would like to see you in the daylight too.”

Part 2

[trash-tan]

Haikyuu Skincare Routines

I know most of these hoes would actually just use the bar soap they just used on their pubes on their faces but I’m a skincare whore and that’s unacceptable. This is mainly going to reference kbeauty bc that’s what I’m most familiar with. This is unedited brain heartburn please be wary

Kuroo would come across that one™ heavily quoted vit c research paper (15% ascorbic acid, 0.5% ferulic acid and 1% vit e in alpha tocopherol form) and literally only use that serum (he uses the wishtrend 15% with ferulic acid bc fuck skinceuticals and their $150+ serum) in his routine in combination with the Good Morning cleanser from Cosrx bc it’s cheap and the first thing that popped up when he searched for low acidity cleansers. Uses a combo spf moisturizer from clean and clear bc he hasn’t ‘gotten that far’ into skincare

Hanamaki would be the anti-skincare guru and only believe in cetaphil and whatever prescription his derm gave him but still wonder why his skin isn’t getting better. Uses Elta md sunscreen which is good but there’s so many better options out there honey (get out of your asshole we know you can see the results on your friends)

Mattsun would take a page out of makkis book but prob would opt for curology instead bc he doesn’t have the spare money to see a whole ass derm+/saw the ad somewhere and it worked for him so he kept the subscription. Doesn’t use spf like a heathen

Akaashi would have a solid three or four step routine depending on his mood for the day consisting of: 1. a cream to foam cleanser (bc he doesn’t like the way his face feels tight after super stripping cleansers) 2. probably that galactomyces toner from cosrx except he sprays it onto a cotton pad, tones his face, and then sprays it directly for a good pat down 3. (Optional) a lululun facemask or serum sample he got when he bought his toner 4. A thin layer of a rather dense cream but opts for a lighter cream in the summer or daytime but sometimes whatever bokuto got bc he basically shares akaashis stuff. Spf when he’s going to be out and about that day, but not to school bc he considers that indoors even with the windows flooding uv rays into the room but ok

Bokuto would use whatever akaashis using bc it looked cool to have a routine but then realized after following it for a while that he likes the super clean feeling after washing his face and would probably buy perfect whip by senka bc the foam is super satisfying to play with and it leaves him feeling super clean. He would feel bad about using akaashis products all the time and replace them every now and then with whatever he saw on a commercial or with whatever he got suckered into buying from the super convincing attendants at the beauty counter. One time bokuto used all his savings and bought the flagship pitera cream from skii bc if it’s the most expensive and best it’s gotta be good right? Akaashi sighed and tried using it but the fragrance broke him out and he couldn’t muster up the heart to tell bokuto so he just replaced the insides of the jar with the snail cream from cosrx and the placebo affect made bokutos skin shine like he belonged on the face of Elle. Doesn’t know spf exists unless it’s on a beach

Tendou would fall into any skincare fad and try it once. Has a billion products he’s tried once and thrown away bc it ‘didn’t work out’. Has definitely fucked up the pH balance of his skin, over exfoliated more than once, destroyed his skin barrier, and sometimes combined all of these in one sitting. Needless to say his skin is screaming all the time because it’s so damn sensitive from the torture he puts it through but he thinks the stinging is the product ‘working’, When he ‘tries’ a product he goes straight in without patch tests and applies w a y too much. Gets intoxicated with the feeling of slippy slidy on his face which makes him feel like the product is sinking into his skin better. Definitely makes faces and contorts his face while doing so. Does not actually have a semblance of an actual skincare routine other than doing it for fun. For some reason he always uses spf and remembers to reapply.

Ushijima would be the king of spot treatments and moisturization. Knows more than basics, and definitely incorporates skincare into his routine because he just likes the word routine jk he just gets frustrated from the occasional spot that typically comes up on his chin, otherwise he has immaculate skin. Moisturizes with a gel cream (probably the water bank cream from laneige) because he likes the feel of the oil/water balance on his face. Definitely tries the occasional fad with Tendou but in moderation and picks up whatever he likes/whatever tendou wants to throw away. Favorite products would probably be benzoyl peroxide spot treatments and would only use acne patches overnight. Uses spf occasionally but forgets most of the time unless tendou reminds him.

Kenma would accidentally click an ad for a gimmicky all in one skincare product but then whirlpool himself into the world of skincare and pick up a thing here and there and use it most of the time. If he’s on a gaming binge he won’t wash his dusty face until his eyes water and the crap his long eyelashes have so desperately kept away for the last 18 hours get mixed into his eyeballs and then he’ll finally wash his face. Probably uses good morning cosrx cleanser like kuroo (they get 1+1 deals together) and then the anti stress carrot pads by bellamonster bc he liked the flip top and the big pads bc it’s faster to finish his skincare with more wiping surface area. Finishes with dr jarts cicapair cream bc he’s got somewhat sensitive skin and it doesn’t bother him for his long wear hours. Knows that he should wear sunscreen but still opts out bc he rationalizes it by saying that he prob doesn’t even get enough sun to get his vit d requirement so he doesn’t really need it and to that I say touché

Hinata watched a hadalabo commercial on tv when he was young so he has a firm! belief that your skin should be sticky enough so that the van der waals forces between your palms and cheeks feel like peeling tape after you’re done with your skincare routine. An absolute hyaluronic acid whore, started off with hadalabo but the paraben scare ultimately made him switch to isntrees hyaluronic acid toner plus, not to be confused with the normal one because the more diverse the molecule sizes, the better, no? He doesn’t really understand but he understands that it sinks in better than the original and he likes the dark blue color of the toner on his counter because it makes him feel 0.00001% more manly. Also uses the sleeping mask from the same line before tournaments to mentally(?) prepare himself. Doesn’t use spf unless playing outside because hyaluronic acid is all he knows about actual skincare

Asahi would probably try to find an oil that’s good for his beard and his face. A true connoisseur of cleansing oils as well because he got sucked into it after overhearing from the girls in class that it helps with clogged pores. He always needed something to help with that because he had been getting ingrowns ever since he started getting facial hair. It took a lot to muster up the courage to ask for recommendations and even though he started off with the kose speedy cleansing oil hes made his way all the way up to shu uemuras anti pollution cleansing oil. He doesn’t keep it in the open because he doesn’t want anybody to mistake it for hand soap (ahem nishinoya) and it’s kind of his little secret because he treats it as a mini stress reliever at the end of his day. Doesn’t use spf because he thinks it’ll make him tan unevenly

Osamu looooves using apothecary themed skincare or skincare with essential oils. Probably a whore for the klairs supple preparation toner and innisfree as a brand. The type to cup his hands around his nose after using a product on his skin and breathe it in. Solid skincare routine (that he actually makes a routine) equipped with regular sheet mask sessions every week. His skin is positively glowing and glorious and it makes atsumu mega jealous but he really just doesn’t put in the same effort as osamu does and it shows. Thinks if the packaging says ~derived from natural ingredients~ it’ll have less chemicals or something. If he ever went on a trip to Korea he probably went to jeju as well to experience the innisfree green tea/osulloc luxury tea shop (2 birds with one stone, ya know?). When he was younger he probably liked skinfood (I’m sorry I had to) or tonymoly bc it was cheap, gimmicky, and fun to play around with with atsumu. Hates it when atsumu steals his sheet masks, especially if they’re the mediheal ones he keeps at the back of his drawer. Uses spf at the end of his routine always but forgets to reapply sometimes.

Atsumu really likes fragranced skincare bc he thinks it makes the product more luxurious. Forgets to wash his hands between hair care products and skincare products which makes him break out from time to time. He thinks he has a routine but in reality it’s just the normal 2-3 step he puts on occasionally for the ~vibes~ but is still worried about that line or two starting to form around his eyes. Loves sheet masks, especially the cellulose ones where it feels like agar jelly on your skin. Honestly just likes masks in general (eye masks, wash off masks, sleeping masks, modeling packs) but he likes getting them done at the spa (he takes osamu with him when he steals one too many of his mediheal masks). Washes his face regularly with whatever osamus using because he’s too lazy to bother getting his own but too invested in looking good to ignore the pretty bottle of face wash just begging to be used. Uses spf when he remembers that uva=wrinkles

[seven-oomen]

Hi, Ben!  I hope your day is going well so far!  Are you still getting snow, or has the storm calmed a bit?  We’re supposed to be getting a potentially severe ice storm over the course of today.  There’s already a thin layer this morning, we’ll see how the rest of the day goes.  And temperatures are supposed to stay in about the -4 to -6C range the rest of the week.  I’m very glad that I’m off the next couple of days, and managed to get by the grocery last night after work.

I saw your post about writing and writing styles!  It was helpful because I’ve not really seen the different styles written out and explained before.  I’m still not 100% which I am, but probably either an intuitive plotter or a methodological pantser.  Usually there’s a scene or a line or two that I’m like “this needs to happen in this story” and everything else is fairly free-form.  I did try actually writing down an outline for IYWTD, but even then it’s more a list of beats/tropes and the order I want to include them in.  (And I’ve only just made it past halfway through, although a couple may need to be altered a bit, oh god, how did this get so long…)

It’s also always kinda of amusing to me how many of those writing advice lists are like “Don’t do this”, “Stop doing this”, “Never do that”, and then they’ll encourage you to find your own voice and style.  Like, bitch, you just told me not to ever do half the shit that makes up my style.  Which am I supposed to do?  Damn.  XD  (You will seriously pry adverbs and similar descriptors from my cold, dead, grasping hands.  Also the occasional epithet.  No, I’m not using a character’s name nine times in one paragraph, sorry, and pronouns don’t always help if the characters are the same gender.  The reader can deal. ;D )

And I feel ya on the tall, skinny, blue-eyed boys thing.  It doesn’t have to be just a white boy, but if he’s taller than me, slender, and has a pretty pair of baby blues, my higher brain functions tend to go into insta-lag.  I ain’t particularly proud, but I’ve long accepted this about myself (there are many reasons Luke became my forever BAE.)  That’s not to say a lack of any of those is a deal-breaker in the slightest, but it’s definitely going to immediately get my attention.

Speaking (vaguely) of Luke, I had a thought the other day of him and Din being off on some planet together (Grogu is staying with Aunt Leia and Uncle Han for a few days), and there’s a noise in the middle of the night, and Din refuses to accept Luke’s assurance that there’s nothing out there, and in true himbo fashion insists on going out to investigate having grabbed only the darksaber and his helmet to cover his face -but nothing else.  Luke just finds it a combo of hysterical and adorable (and kinda hot.)

I hope your novel is going well (whatever stage you happen to be at), and I’m always up for hearing whatever you feel like sharing about it.

I hope you’re still doing well with the whole eating and hydrating regularly thing (it’s also totally okay if you aren’t!), and I’m super proud of you for sticking to it as much as you can anyway.  That shit is hard.  (Also, ignore the 1500 calories thing, I swear that shit is designed for 130lb women trying to shed a few pounds, not people who need to safely and steadily lose larger amounts of weight.  But then I’ve also never fully understood making someone lose weight before surgery, either.  “We need you to get rid of some excess weight before we’ll okay this surgery to *checks notes* get rid of some excess weight."  Like, weird flex, but okay.)

Anyway, I’m rambling again, and should really eat some breakfast and try to write a little myself today, maybe.  Hope you’re feeling okay, and that things are going well overall.  I hope Mo is doing well, and enjoying his best cuddle buddy life.  Take care!  *Hugs!*

Okay, gonna try this this way so that I can refer back to the links on my phone if need be.  I couldn’t quite see the full entries for the physical descriptions, and when I tried clicking on them it kept asking for a login, but I think I saw enough to get the gist.  I’m not sure exactly what sort of feedback you’re interested in, if any, so this will mainly be my usual sort of rambling stream-of-consciousness type thoughts and questions.  Hope that’s okay.  Feel free to ignore if it’s not what you’re after right now!  :D

I think one of the first questions that popped to mind was where is/what happened to Ellie’s mom, and is that something that’s going to cause problems later in some way?  (I.e.- was she killed on a hunt, are they divorced, was it bitter or amicable [would she come after her daughter if she heard about his relationship?])  I guess technically similar questions could also apply to Nate (late husband, ex-husband, ex-boyfriend, one night stand, sperm donor?) it was just more noticeable with Ellie being so young still.  Although that could also be part of why he’s ended up in Wyoming, which was another question I had, although there I assume it’s hunt-related.

I also anticipate quite a bit of tension of all kinds when he and Nate first meet, because Faron strikes me from his descriptions as someone rather used to being able to get his own way either through the influence of who he is, or through his size (not necessarily in any kind of intentional or aggressive way, more in an unconscious privilege kind of way, if that makes sense?), and I don’t think Nate sounds like the type to give two shits about either of those things, and it would probably drive Faron up the proverbial wall that Nate isn’t intimidated by him in the slightest.  (I could be entirely wrong about all this, this is just the impression I get so far. :D )  And I think Nate being noticeably older than him would just make it that much more irritating at first, too.  Now, how long these impressions last will just depend on how quickly they get to know each other, and whether Bachelor #3 is helping or hindering things.  XD  The potential for just sitting back and watching the fireworks as “laid-back dad jokes with a quick temper” clashes with “quiet, reserved, and possibly takes themselves slightly too seriously” might prove too much for our last contestant for a while, depending on where his personality falls.  ;D  (Especially since Faron coming in and starting shit will likely come off as a direct threat to people and places Nate considers under his protection.)

Also, are any of these three going to have met before?  Will Nate already have some sort of relationship with the werewolf (Does he already know about the supernatural at all?)  Did he and Faron encounter each other on the trip to Europe you mentioned in the Life Highlights?  If he and the wolf already know each other, how does he get along with Cas, or Nate’s pets?  Is the werewolf also going to be native to the region?  Does he know anything about Faron’s family?  Does Faron already know he’s a werewolf, or is that going to be a bit of a crisis for him later?  A test of how well he’s learned not to judge?  If Nate doesn’t already know, how will he deal with both their secrets?  Do you plan for full-shift only wolves, partial-shift only wolves, or a mix of the two like TW?  Are there other supes in the area?

I think you mentioned maybe having him be of Native American descent?  I think that could be very interesting, but would require a LOT of research into which tribes are active in the Yellowstone area, and what their individual mythologies say about things like shapeshifters, and LGTBQ+ issues, etc., because there can be a fair amount of variance, I’m sure.  Also, I’m just overall curious how he’ll fit in with the other two size wise (get your mind out of the gutter, you know what I mean.  XD )  Also curious if any o them are going to have the slightest clue on the feelings front, or are they all going to be just absolute disasters?  Will the kids figure it out before they do?  Will the kids get along?  (Will BachelorWolf have any kids of his own, or just Nate and Faron?)  Will Nate’s coworkers have any clue about either the supernatural, or what’s going on with those three?  Because I suspect at least some of them will be way more obvious than they think they’re being.  XD

Uh… I think that was all that’s occured to me right now?…  I’m sorry you’re having a yucky day overall, and I hope tomorrow’s a bit better!  The ice storm has finally moved in here, and I can feel the temperature drop radiating off of the front door and windows.  It went from rain to freezing rain/hail and I’m not sure how long it’s supposed to last.  Hopefully only a little while.  Also, sorry your book was terrible.  I haven’t seen too many recent recommendations from friends, and I’ve been mostly reading “cozy” mysteries (Agatha Christie, Elizabeth Peters, etc) as my comfort reading myself, lately, so I can’t really suggest anything in particular, unfortunately.  At least, nothing I think you wouldn’t already know.  Anyway, hope you’re getting some decent rest, and hope you have a better day tomorrow!  Take care!  *Hugs!*

Alright since this is going to be like a very long one, I’m break it down into a few things.

First full physical descriptions, cause I didn’t know Milanote would be a bitch about it.

Nate:

164 cm (5'4), 75 kg (166 lbs), Short slightly overweight trans man in his middle age. Nearly always the shortest man in the room, only standing around 5'4 and weighing in around 166 lbs. With kind moss green eyes that have permanent crow's feet in their corners and a polite but reserved smile always on his face. 

A face that's framed by faint freckles that are only visible in the sunlight. A neatly trimmed beard spices up his features and frames his pink lips. His thick but short eyebrows frame his eyes and create a short arc to his slim nose. 

A high forehead separates his brows from his wavy dark blond hair that's always tucked behind his ears. 

He generally wears the Superintendents' Park Ranger uniform while on duty. When he's not he wears comfortable jeans and t-shirts, usually a mono color like green, white, or black, plaid flannel shirts, socks with the weirdest patterns and colors, and hiking boots. He wears a steel ring on his right index finger and has a little steel Mjolnir on a necklace around his neck.

He's missing two fingers (his ring and little finger) on his left hand due to a childhood accident.

Faron:

185 cm (6'1 ft), 93 kg (205 lbs), Faron is a tall man with plenty of muscle from his time hunting. He can seem daunting and intimidating when you first meet him but there is a kinder, softer side to him. He has a warm light brown skin color, blue eyes, and black natural tight curly hair that he keeps very short. His full dark beard decorates his cheeks and chin, connects to his upper lip, and all the way up to his sideburns.

  He tends to wear dark clothing, leather jackets, no jewelry that could identify him, jeans, henley shirts, or V-neck shirts, and black, brown, or red jackets. He usually wears black combat boots or dark brown hiking boots. He's got knives and other weapons hidden all over his body and pockets and it might take him a good few minutes to unload every single knife from his body when he was to disarm.

There are also scars all over his body, including some scars on his neck that are visible from day to day life. He had the bad luck of being struck down by a vicious Wendigo but managed to escape. He survived thanks to his sister's quick thinking and first aid.

He covers some of those scars up with tattoos; he has one tattoo of a dragon laying down on his shoulder, with its head on his chest and its body curling over his shoulder and ending just below his shoulder blades. And one tattoo covers up some scars on his lower arm, it's a tattoo of a wolf's head that covers up a bite mark.

Dichali:

He’s 37 and has 4 siblings, and two children, Kajika & Kaniya (Jika & Niya, identical twins, but one of them identifies as male, he’s trans. Kajika is his chosen/reassigned name. They are 10.) Dichali grew up in Riverton, WY, which is the largest town of 10,000 in the largest Native Reservation in Wyoming. He’s also a dear friend to our Nate (who is also his boss technically) and has slowly been falling in love with him for the last few years. (Although he still hasn’t realized that he loves his friend.) 

Yena, his coworker and friend, who’s much younger at 25 has been watching her coworker and her boss joke and dance around each other. She has a betting pool with her girlfriend on who snaps first.

Not sure how I’ll connect him to Faron if it’s more fun/better to have him find out later or to already know him and keep it quiet. 

I’m still working on him, so I don’t have much of personality and other things written down yet. But I have made his physical description:

At 178 cm (5'8) and 83 kilos (182 lbs) Dichali probably isn't the tallest man you've met, he's also not the shortest. And while he's got some good muscle on him from working as a Park Ranger, and being a werewolf, he also has some softer sides. All the better to cuddle with. He has long straight brown hair that falls to his mid-back and deep brown eyes and a long nose that ends prominently. His eyebrows are thin and he has a high forehead. His skin is a light Tawny color, there's a hint of an orange brown with a cool undertone.

His skin is also relatively clear and youthful looking because of his lycanthropy.

He tends to wear pants and jackets made by native designers and always incorporates native fashion into his outfits. He has jackets of mostly gray, blue, brown, and black colors made of denim, cotton, wool, or brass that are lined with more traditional cloths and patterns like the designer brand Ginew. Usually he pairs them with dark jeans, either black, gray, or dark blue. He pairs it with white, blue, red, black, or printed band t-shirts (Metallica, Green Day, Marianas Trench). 

For shoes he has brown hiking boots that are part of the Ranger uniform, more western styled boots like black cowboy boots, and a pair of sneakers.He also wears a copper bracelet with lighting bolts etched into it.

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Now this whole story got started because I had the question what if we had a DILF romance going on while/because the following happened?

What if a YouTube video that accidentally got uploaded shows the existence of a werewolf in Yellowstone park? Threatening to expose the entire supernatural world.

The werewolves right now are a mix, so half shift is like the classical half shift of a wolf head on a man’s body, but the full shift is more like a larger wolf. Almost the size of a black bear. Though I might change those ideas as the story progresses.

But that is how the Cryptid of Yellowstone is brought into the world. And that brings problems. Big problems.

Wendigos, vampires, djins, I plan to create a world where a lot of supernatural creates exist. From all sorts of cultures. I’m also toying with the idea of Kelpies and Griffins. That kind of stuff.

The supernatural world is hidden from ours, hidden in plain sight if you will. Most encounters are written off as really strange, sometimes a picture pops up, but with the coming of the internet, things have gotten more complicated. Also with deforestation and competition with regular wildlife has made some bigger supernatural creatures either extinct or thought to be extinct. They’re not sure what still lives in Australia, though.

Nate or his son don’t know about the supernatural world. Neither does Yena. Or much of the world. Dichali, his children (to some extent), Faron, and Faron’s family do know about this world.

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Alright, as for your other post XD

Right now it’s no longer storming but due to the freezing temperatures the snow’s not going away and all public transport and delivery services are still not driving/delivering/running. So that’s neat. Not. 

I swear we get some snow and the country is just down. Upside, ain’t nobody going outside and this helps with lockdown.

I hope your snowstorm won’t be too bad and everything thaws down soon. Snow’s fun for a day but after that...

Make sure you stay warm alright? And bundle up.

Yes dad... alright XD

Honestly, I’m glad to hear you liked my advice too. I’m getting quite a bit of positive feedback on it and that just makes me really happy ^^. I’m definitely writing more writing advice from everything I’ve learned so far.

There’s honestly so many contradicting ones out there, it’s a matter of picking and choosing which ones work best for you and applying those. And that’s the real trick of advice.

Fun fact, a lot of famous writers are also pantsers. Steven King, Neil Gaiman, George RR Martin are examples of famous pantsers or gardeners as they are also called. 

John Grisham, JK Rowling, RL Stein fall into the plotter or architect category. 

Writers like Hank Green seem to fall in the in-between category of plantser (somewhere between a plotter and a pantser. Or the Intuitive plotter.)

Okay but the DinLuke things is really really kinda hot and cute and adorable and has me smiling <3

And I can’t remember what else I wanted to say since it is like 2 am and my meds are seriously kicking in now.

But I hope you’re doing alright and that the snowstorm isn’t too bad where you’re at.

I’ll be alright, my diet hasn’t been going so well the last few days and I can’t really exercise, but I did mostly get healthy groceries that will be delivered friday so there’s that. 

Fingers crossed I can pick it back up.

Okay I’m heading to bed XD 

I’ll talk to you later, B <3 

Hugs from me and Mo <3

[scaryscarecrows]

Hi! I love all your work, especially with the militia. Do you think you could give a physical description (hair & eye color, height, etc.) of all the members of the militia? My brain can’t seem to decide how they all look. Thank you! ❤️

I can try! Weirdly enough, physical appearances aren’t always there for me. I don’t make the writing rules, fam. I JUST SEE THE SOULS.

Antoine

5′8, blue eyes, blond hair that curls to the point of making him look like a cherub (which his family rolled with until he was about seven) unless he keeps it short. And he absolutely keeps it short. He doesn’t want to be a cherub. :p

He had a beard for a while, but his nephew started yanking on it as a baby, resulting in him shaving it off forever. (Getting a cough drop stuck in it once was also a motivation.) He burns easily (why does he like hot places? I don’t know.), but he’s not the pasty-what-is-sun skin tone that Jimmy is, he’s just averagely pale. He’s got his fair share of scars; mostly knife wounds on his arms and torso, but he’s got a bullet scar on his right calf, a gash up on his hairline from a broken bottle, and a crooked nose courtesy of Batman’s Elbow of Justice. He’s also got a faded scar on his left cheek that he says is from a Cool Thing but is actually from him shaving off the beard. Like the others, he’s in unfairly good shape, for Batman-killing reasons. He’s a little more of a wiry person than, say, Jason or Frank, narrow shoulders and poky elbows, which landed him on Vent Infiltration before they got Riley, who’s smaller and better at it than he is.

Riley

5′5, black hair (usually a buzzcut so it’s not in his way), those really pretty brown eyes that are practically black. Riley is Japanese-American.

He’s 5′5 of solid muscle, partly because when literally everyone around you is taller, you have to climb. You have to, occasionally, punch them to make sure they respect you. He’s good at both of these things. (He’s also good at Rube Goldberg Devices. Go ahead. Take his stuff. See what happens.) The most notable thing about him is the charred stump of his tongue (a tale for which the world is not yet prepared), but he’s also got burn marks around his mouth from, well, losing it. That time of his life also left him with needle scars on his elbows, from being drugged to keep him nice and pliable.

He does not have a beard, partly because the scarring on his face has made that kind of painful. Y’know. Like Antoine, he’s more of a slender build, but he’s also an oddly flexible person; not full-on triple-jointed-horror-show, but that supposed ‘can’t reach it!’ spot in the middle of the back? He can reach that just fine. 

Trent

Big. Near 7’, wide as fuck, generally built like Godzilla. Shaved head, beardless, brown eyes. Ambiguously tan in skin tone, but he does not turn into a tomato when exposed to the light. He just darkens further.

Interestingly, he is not a mass of scar tissue. He does have a gnarly one under his chin from where someone tried to slit his throat (that person is no longer with us), and a bullet scar on his upper right shoulder, but that’s it. What he DOES have is a half-sleeve of tattoos: butterflies of all colors, on his left forearm. When he flexes it, they move and it’s cool.

Mark

5’11, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes like Riley has. Mark is some sort of ambiguous brown in skin tone; I live near the US-Mexican border, so we have a high Mexican population, and there’s a lot of Indians (as in, from India, not Native Americans but they’re here too!) here as well, so think of a combo of those two races, if that makes sense? This guy does not burn. The sun doesn’t dare inconvenience him like that.

Mark’s been shot three times in his life, probably in part because he’s a dick (but I love him and it’s okay); once in the left thigh, once in the left shoulder, and once in the stomach. He has the scars to show for those. He also has the scars from self-surgery around the one on his stomach. His right middle finger is crooked from a childhood break, but that has yet to stop him from flipping people off with it. He does not have a beard, because his scowl is more effective without one, but sometimes he’ll embrace a little stubble.

He’s a slender sort, with weirdly long fingers. The rest of him is, like, normally-proportioned, but he has Slenderman fingers.

Frank

6’0, black hair (buzzcut), brown eyes, black skin. Frank absolutely has a dad-beard. He has to. He is the dad.

The car accident that cost him his son and the lower half of his right leg also left him with scarring on that side in general, but mostly on his arm. He usually has a Practical Prosthesis, because literally nobody cares, but he does have an Aesthetic One that looks like his original leg that he wears for Events...or to play jokes on the others. (The main squad is wise to this. Newbies, not so much.)

His job as a drone pilot means he’s usually out of the direct line of fire, and as a result he has avoided being shot, like, ever. (Though that’s partly me feeling bad because of the car accident.) Frank is built like the world’s best teddy bear; strong arms that are optimized for hugging and a wide-but-not-terrifyingly-wide chest to make the hug experience the best. (Does he have a ‘Free Hugs’ shirt? Yes. Does he wear it? Always. Will he blast your ass to Kingdom Come if you violate human rights? Oh yeah.)

Jimmy

5’9, pale as shit, ginger. Like every ginger I have ever met in my life, he so much as sticks one toe into the sun and he turns to ash. Gondor calls for aid, indeed.

Jimmy has a beard, but it’s...more of a sad, scraggly goatee that probably breaks every regulation known to man, BUT he may or may not have hacked the Pentagon in ‘07, so he’s allowed to keep it. He has green eyes that are nice and safe and magnified behind coke-bottle glasses (the ladies LOVE the glasses, this isn’t even a joke, they DO). He also has freckles. Alllllll the freckles.

He might spend most of his time surrounded by glowing screens, but he’s a muscley guy. (Again...kill Batman…) He also has unreasonably long arms that he uses to reach keyboards and drinks, and also to slap at people getting too close to his stuff. Don’t touch. He has. A system.

Like Frank, Jimmy’s main job means he’s avoided too many major injuries, BUT he’s got a bad burn scar on his chest from a monitor that somehow managed to catch fire.

[the-perfect-scientist]

VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE

repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

Tagged by: @hellsrhapsody​

Name: Carlos Joaquin Gonzales Ramon

Aliases: Carlos the Scientist, Carlito (by his dad and brother), Papá (by Angela), and of course:

Age: Mid-thirties

Species: Human

Gender: Male.

Titles/Profession: Science, in which he has a handful of doctorates in various subjects.

Alignment: Neutral Good

Body Type: Average, slightly overweight but not unhealthily so.

Hair: Raven-colored with premature greying at his temples. Regarded as the finest in the galaxy. No… second finest. No… finest. +Beard and mustache combo.

Eyes: Dark brown, a little dull in color.

Skin: Dark.

Face: Round cheeks; square jaw; teeth like a military cemetery; expressive eyes with slight bags under them from age; large, round nose; bangs swoop toward his left at all times.

Height: 5′10″ (177.8 cm)

Voice: Like caramel with oaky tones, but at times taking a higher, jovial tone when he’s excited, telling a joke, or embarrassed.

Siblings: Mikey Angelo Gonzales Ramon

Parents: Edwardo Romeo Ramon, Julietta Gonzales (no longer in his life)

Grandparents: Yes. Deceased.

Partner: Cecil Gershwin Palmer (universe dependent)

Children: Angela Ramon (universe dependent)

Other Relatives: Uncle Joaquin Gonzales (deceased)

Pets: A ‘dog’ and a ‘gerbil/chinchilla/rodent thing’ (universe dependent)

Companions: His scientist colleagues, friends across the multiverse - he’s pretty easy to get along with.

Antagonists: Kevin from Desert Bluffs. Julietta Gonzales. The laws of Night Vale regarding writing utensils, books, and wheat and wheat by-products.

Skills:

Muscle: Basic fitness. Can lift boxes of equipment and samples in the lab.

Agility: Not very agile. Especially when against a city of tiny people.

Hands: Good hand-eye coordination. Needs steady hands for the work he has.

Keen Eye: Observing of small details pertaining to science.

Resilience: Emotionally resilient. Physically average. Though a tiny city nearly killed him…

Philosophical: Believes science can hold the answer to everything. Loves to learn. Observes EVERYTHING he possibly can.

Positive Traits:

Intelligent

Loving

Hard-working

Negative Traits:

Occasionally unobservant of people’s emotions

Hyper-fixation when it causes him to forget about plans

Poor cooking skills

Chews more loudly than preferred

Colors: Mostly likes blue. Wears a combination of the artistic primary colors: red, blue, and yellow.

Smells: Science. Good food. Coffee. Lavender chewing gum

Favorite food: Pasta and tamales.

Fruits: Stone fruits such as apricots, peaches, and mangos

Drinks: Coffee and water.

Alcoholic Beverages?: Not often, but very rarely he’ll drink a juice mix or a beer.

Smokes?: No

Drugs?: Only prescription meds as directed.

Driver’s License?: Yes

Ever Been Arrested?: No.

Note: I had posted a version of this before, so this is a repost with updated information. (many words are taken straight from WTNV canon obviously XD)

Tagging: Anyone who wants to.