#however them being people means he can contract them the old fashioned way

[pencilofawesomeness]

TW x FT : how do Azul react when he learns about Lucy's spirits ? Also, how do they think about him?

Azul would totally be way too interested in the concept of magic-contract-bounded henchmen, because those sound way more convenient than Real People With Feelings, but he would probably just have to meet any one of them Once to realize that it's all the same. (Whether it’s Lucy summoning Aquarius specifically to dissuade him—he’s lucky he Cannot drown—or him just witnessing any one of them acting silly, the result is the same.) They’re just as finicky as the rest of the Real People With Feelings so sadly there’s goes that plan. Might as well stick to the Leeches, the forces of chaos that he already knows. (Though he might still look into it. Just in case. You know how Azul is with Collecting Things.)

As for the spirits, I cannot decide whether Aquarius would hate him on principle or if she would be impressed by his moxy and his fish-status. Virgo would probably offer her services but inevitably weird the octatrio out because she’s a little too into it but also sucks at real food-based hospitality. I think Taurus would be scared of the Leeches, even if he doesn’t admit it. Capricorn and Jade would somehow be buddies, and this unsettles Azul just a bit. Because they are both a little toooo assassin shaped sometimes. Bless Aries, the Octatrio would probably scam her. Or try to, at least. She would have no idea. Scorpio, Sagittarius, and Cancer would probably be pretty neutral. Same with Loke, unless Azul tries to pull something particularly scheme-y.

The real kicker is, is that Azul would absolutely try to get Lyra to perform for the Lounge, and she would probably agree because heck yeah she actually gets to perform. Then it’s just Lucy trying to stop Lyra from switching contracts as a matter of principle XD

[somethingclevermahogony]

Character Interaction Tag

Thank you for the tag (x2) @illarian-rambling , to keep this simple I'll just use one of my OCs. Posting this again because I accidentally posted before I finished.

Rules: post the OCs of the people who tagged you and one of your OCs and say how yours would interact with theirs

Katie's OC #1: Ivander Montane is a 30 year old corrupt detective from the trade city of Unity. He has blue blood and double-pointed ears, wears fancy suits, and walks with a cane. His estranged family runs the banks of Unity, however he left them years ago, and in doing so, broke a divine contract, which left him cursed to slowly and painfully be transmuted into mist over the course of many years. Personality-wise, he's kind of a privileged shithead. He's got the catty attitude and love of gossip of a middle school girl, and can insult your outfit just as acutely. He doesn't have a sincere bone in his body and is afraid of any form of intimacy. However, deep down, he really just wants a friend and to not be in pain anymore. Show him the slightest hint of compassion and he will crumble. His hobbies include being a hater, fashion, and marksmanship (he's a crack shot with a rune rifle). All in all, he's got the snark of a drag queen, the heart of a lonely noir detective, and a body that's been through a cheese grater.

Katie's OC #2: Djek Kagura is a young man (19 in the first book, 23 in the second two) with a shifty appearance, red eyes, and a constant squint due to poor vision. He grew up on the streets after his parents tossed him out to cut down on mouths to feed, only to later join the brutal Tunnel Wasp smuggling gang, which he later split from due to his aversion to violence and need to do what's right. As a person, he's always quick with a joke or snide comment, loves sarcasm, and lies like a fish breathes water. His bad habit is that he loves to annoy people on purpose. At his core is a deep sense of self-loathing and abandonment issues, but he covers these with humor. He tends to try to find peaceful solutions to situations and has a bit of a bleeding heart, even if he pretends to be tough. His friends mean the world to him and he's loyal to the point getting himself hurt in fights he can't win. Also, he's surprisingly in touch with people's emotions and always trys to make them feel better, even he does it with a bad joke or by irritating them to action. He has a weak form of sorcery, specializes in shadow magic, and has incorrigibly sticky fingers.

My OC: (As of the start of Book 1) Narul is a 23 year-old slave at the Palace of Labisa, the Great City by the Lake. He is a forestfolk, a person or group of people who have been mutated or altered by the effects of wild or ambient magic. His birth mother was a priestess, his father is a mystery. He was adopted by an enslaved woman as an infant, thus how he ended up in the servitude of King Hutbari. He is a giant of a man, literally, at just a hair under nine feet tall. He is additionally quite bulky, much much larger than even the biggest human. He is so large that the door into the slave quarters had to be reconstructed just to fit him as he grew up. Aside from his size he is also just a bit rough in appearance, hairy and broad, picture a DnD Dwarf, just sized way up.

He is inhumanly strong, a fact that causes him a great deal of distress. Because of his size and strength, Narul has the potential to be quite dangerous to normal humans, as he has been repeatedly reminded of since his childhood. Narul has a great deal of anxiety around his body and his potential to accidently hurt others, as such he is quite timid and careful. He has a tendency to mumble when he talks, which unfortunately due to his low voice, often makes it sound like he is growling.He is a gentle person, he likes flowers and abhors violence. He cries relatively easily and gets easily anxious or overwhelmed.Despite all of this he is fiercely loyal and kind. He doesn’t talk much but loves to listen to others. 

His fatal flaw is a healthy dose of self-doubt and self-loathing. Narul hates his body, it scares him, and he believes that it scares others. He is often self-deprecating, though not in a joking way. He feels an intense jealousy towards those around him that are able to live normal lives and pursue normal relationships.

How they would interact: Ivander’s propensity for expensive clothes, his snarky attitude, and his privileged attitude is something that Narul is fairly used to, Ivander would fit in well with Labisian Nobility. Upon first being introduced, I imagine that Narul would be polite but ultimately not particularly interested in interacting with Ivander as a person. However, I think upon realizing that Ivander is having his own issues with his body (that pesky mist curse), Narul would begin to empathize. In a funny way, I think Ivander’s cocky exterior and his hidden longing for a friend would remind Narul of Ninma, and even though Ivander is older, I think some of Narul’s fatherly instincts would kick in.

Narul would get along fine with Djek. Personality-wise, Djek seems very similar to Narul’s adopted brother and best-friend, Suru. Both are witty, sarcastic, and quick to make a joke. The big difference between Suru and Djek is that Suru doesn’t have that sense of self-loathing. Suru is quite aware of his flaws and is happy with who he is, even if he isn’t happy with his situation (also Suru is a scrawny guy, with 0 magic and 0 fighting skills, Suru couldn’t hurt a fly not from want of trying, but because in a fight the fly would probably win.) Narul would enjoy having Djek around, so long as Djek didn’t pick on him too much. Narul would eventually try to help with that self-loathing, though with how awkward Narul is, and how deeply his own sense of self-loathing is, it seems doubtful how much he could actually help.

Tagging @roach-pizza , @mk-writes-stuff , @dyrewrites , @finickyfelix , and @kaylinalexanderbooks

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC interaction

Thanks to @mysticstarlightduck here and @illarian-rambling here!

Rules: describe an OC and then how they would interact with the OC of the person who tagged you!

The descriptions added up and now it's long. Under the cut!

Mystic's OC 1:

Nimwen is an 18 year old girl who has spent most of her life (since she was 8) travelling through the uncharted forests of a region popularly called "the wilds", with her adoptive brother Scarlet and their little band of misfits. They live on the outskirts of society, since their kingdom has been so dilligently outcasting them, but they don't seem to mind it. All in all, Nimwen is an awkward, overly anxious, often paranoid but incredibly sweet girl, though she rarely lets strangers get too close to her. She embodies the energy of a skittish deer that will bolt at the nearest sign of danger, even if its a false alarm, though she has very good reasons to be that way - her father was wrongfully executed for treason, and the people of the kingdom didn't exactly give her much reason to trust them after what they did, so yeah. She's very in touch with nature and other people's feelings though she somehow seems very much oblivious to her own. She prefers to avoid confrontation, and will only fight if that's the absolute last resort in a life or death situation. She loves very deeply and makes strong bonds once you get to know her properly.

Mystic's OC 2:

Renn is a young man in his late teens (his exact age hasn't been specified yet, but he's suspected to be around 16-19) with a penchant for dark humor and a love for all that's mysterious and slightly macabre. He has a very strong vibe that is reminiscent of those early 2000s goth/emo kids, minus the angst - just the aesthetics and the sometimes deeply philosophical existential crisis - despite his fantasy medieval setting. He is a rule breaker and likes to question authorities at every chance he gets, and is also very savvy about the true inner workings of their seemingly perfect kingdom. It is implied that he has some kind of secret he is keeping hidden at all costs, and that implication would be true, but its not what most people would assume. While the townsfolk mostly label him as this unhinged/"crazy" reject who is always causing trouble and is up to no good, he is actually a really sweet kid that just had some truly fucked up stuff happen in his past. He is a loyal friend and values honesty and integrity above all else, even if it means he'll have to go down fighting for what he believes in. Despite all of this intensity, he just wants someone to truly understand him and have a pure friendship towards him. He is also implied to be gifted in some kind of magic, though it isn't specified which, and that he has knowlege of "forbidden arts".

Katie's OC:

Ivander Montane is a 30 year old corrupt detective from the trade city of Unity. He has blue blood and double-pointed ears, wears fancy suits, and walks with a cane. His estranged family runs the banks of Unity, however he left them years ago, and in doing so, broke a divine contract, which left him cursed to slowly and painfully be transmuted into mist over the course of many years. Personality-wise, he's kind of a privileged shithead. He's got the catty attitude and love of gossip of a middle school girl, and can insult your outfit just as acutely. He doesn't have a sincere bone in his body and is afraid of any form of intimacy. However, deep down, he really just wants a friend and to not be in pain anymore. Show him the slightest hint of compassion and he will crumble. His hobbies include being a hater, fashion, and marksmanship (he's a crack shot with a rune rifle). All in all, he's got the snark of a drag queen, the heart of a lonely noir detective, and a body that's been through a cheese grater.

My OC:

Maddie is an 11-year-old girl who is quiet, curious, and a bit of a risk-taker. She's generally well-liked but isn't sure why people like her. She fidgets and squirms and likes to remain active, especially with her hands. She's a STEM kid through and through, loving each letter in the acronym. Maddie takes things apart, such as pens, to see how they work and eventually joins her school's robotics club. She believes in direct fairness - will match your tone with her - and gets a little upset if she is misunderstood, which is often, since she thinks she's straightforward. Her honesty leads to her being nosy, as she believes everyone should be open. Maddie is an animal shapeshifter, and enjoys the physical sensation of morphing as well as pushing her limits a little too much. She's a gamer who prefers consuls with buttons and enjoys old sci-fi shows and modern cartoons. Despite not quite understanding emotions, she does try to be there for the people she cares about, and usually tries to defuse a serious situation with a little joke.

Maddie + Nimwen:

Maddie likes adventure and risk, so I think she would be interested in hearing Nimwen traveling through uncharted forest for a decade. Her sibling is much more comfortable staying in, well, her comfort zone, so the idea of two siblings doing this would be a little foreign to Maddie. Being overly anxious and sweet would remind Maddie of her sister, but Lexi is a lot more outgoing. She wouldn't really understand Nimwen being skittish, but maybe Maddie's more adventurous nature would rub off on her. She may be a little caught off-guard by Maddie's shapeshifting. Nimwen being in touch with nature combined with Maddie's animal morphing will be interesting. Maybe Ninwen's knowledge of animals can help Maddie understand them more, since she's more of a hands-on person and is functioning based on reading up on animals - something she can only tolerate knowing she'll shapeshift later. Nimwen could also give Maddie more emotional advice, though it would take a while for Maddie to understand why Nimwen wants to talk with her. Maddie is a little over-eager to fight, so Nimwen may have to hold her back, or Maddie may try to get Nimwen to fight with her. I think this would be a fun little sister-esque dynamic!

Renn + Maddie:

Maddie is best friends with an emo/goth leaning person, so I feel like Renn is familiar territory. Maddie also likes breaking rules for the thrill and questioning authority, so I think they'd be an unstoppable force. Maddie is nosy, though, so I think she'd be a little too curious about Renn's secrets and business. They're both honest, Maddie almost blunt, so I feel like they'd get along. She'd also be curious about his own magic, and would probably show off her powers. I think Maddie would be a little weirded out if Renn wants to be friends with her - and since they seem to understand each other, that may be possible, though not sure how he'd feel about her being a kid - but I think in the end they'd be an unstoppable duo.

Ivander + Maddie:

Now this is an unlikely pairing. Maddie's nosy nature would probably get on his nerves. She'd be curious about the cane, why he's always in pain, etc and may ask too many questions and not pick up on how he doesn't want to answer them. She would probably though recognize his shitheaddedness and would just match his attitude with her fairness policy. Maddie has an odd fashion choice - bright and colorful with mismatched patterns, but I don't think she'd be that hurt by any insults, just confused. And of course would get him back. Maddie is a nice and kind person but isn't good about empathizing, and if Ivander doesn't show her compassion, she won't show it either. They'd annoy each other, and honestly they may have fun doing it. At least Maddie will find it very exciting to poke at his patience.

To describe OCs to pair with Maddie --

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[ask-dametagala]

Infiltrating the castle!

▪︎Prologue:

▪︎Chapter 1: Stay in line!

At the grand entrance of the castle, a waddle dee wearing a blue bandana and fluffy coat stands guard, holding a tall spear wrapped with a red ribbon. Every year, King Dedede would always throw huge extravagant parties and carelessly invite anybody in to flaunt his grandeur. Because of this, Bandana Dee had to make sure security was top notch! No one suspicious was allowed in, no matter what they did. It was important that this Necromas party went on smoothly with no troubles. However, there were guests coming from all corners of the galaxy this time, meaning that there's a lot more traffic than usual. The waddle dees worry that the castle may not have enough space for everyone… 

"Bandana Dee! Bandana Dee!"

"Kirby! You came!"

Kirby came running up to Bandana among the sea of people, waiting to be checked in. Shouts erupt among the crowd, yelling at Kirby for skipping the line. Bandana quickly shushes them and notifying the crowd that Kirby had special access. Those in Dedede's special access list were allowed to head straight in without going through security. 

"Thank goodness, I thought you weren't going to come! Most of the others already went in hours ago."

"Sorry Dee, I was looking for Gooey! But I couldn't find them..."

Kirby turned around to look at the extremely long line of guests.

"Bleh, who are all these people?"

"They're travelers from many different stars, Kirby….and I don't know if I can deal with all of them…..there's just so many!"

"Gee, King Dedede must be real popular!"

"Y-yeah…that must be it! His majesty has galaxy wide fame!"

"Hmph, I couldn't care less for your king. Mortals!"

"Who's there?!?" Banana Dee immediately points his spear towards the direction of the noise. Kirby notices and also takes guard. They both looked up to see a cloaked stranger with bandages wearing luxurious pearls and jewels, swirling a wine glass as she looked down on the two.

"I am the QUEEN of Cappy town, conqueror and overlord of many realms! You shall call me….THE NECROMANCER!!"

"Cappy Town? GASP!! Isn't that Chef Kawasaki's home town?!"

"I do not know of the Kawasaki you speak of, pink puffball."

"Bandana Dee! You should let this mysterious lady in!"

"KIRBY THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST SUSPICIOUS PERSON I'VE SEEN UP TO THIS POINT."

"How rude! You dare speak to royalty with such an unrefined tongue?! Ohohohoh! I oughta report this to your KING!"

Hearing his king being mentioned so casually, Bandana's brow twitched.

"Miss. I would appreciate it if you went back to the line like everybody else."

"What?! I have to wait in line?! BUT I'M A QUEEN!"

"Do you have any proof of that, miss?"

"Shouldn't my super swaggers crown be proof enough?"

"That's a skull with a missing jaw, missy…."

"So?"

Bandana scowls and gives warning jabs his spear at the suspicious woman, clearly not showing any signs of letting her in. Not until she waits back at the line.

"Fine, fine! I have enough time. Consider your life spared, mortal!"

The Necromancer begrudgingly flies off to her old spot, which was being reserved by a light green astral with blue eyes, wearing a veiny dark cloak. His antennae twitched as he tilted his head, noticing the return of The Necromancer.

"how did it go?"

"Awful! They didn't believe me!"

"did you show them your super swaggers crown?"

"YES! I even held my glass much more fashionable than usual! The way scheming kings would do! I even used the rich people laugh and flaunted my jewelry shamelessly!"

"aw dang i totally thought that would work. guess we're playing the waiting game…..the buffet better be good. 

hey, speaking of which, why did you want to come here in the first place?"

"Because, Limos, the legendary hero will be there. The greatest warrior in all of the galaxy! AND I WILL BIND HIM TO MY UNDEAD CONTRACT, MAKING HIM MY SLAVE!!! MUUUUAAAHAHAHAHA-"

The entire line freezes and turns towards the two, glaring at them with murderous intent. The mood immediately changed, bloodthirst was present in the air. Everyone looked like they were about to pounce at Necromancer at any second if she didn't explain herself. Until….

"excuse my niece, she's just an angsty teenager desperate for attention."

Instantly, the soon-to-be angry mob calmed down and the atmosphere reverted back to what it originally was. Casual whispers and mumbles emitted from the line, seemingly to be in agreement to what Limos said. 

"Limos. I hate you…SO much."

Meanwhile, at the entrance, Kirby's still standing beside Bandana, wanting to keep him company until all of the guests are checked in.

"Don't you want to go in and eat first? Standing out here in the cold won't be fun you know…"

"It's okay! I have this warm hat! And Taranza knitted these fluffy mittens for my little nubs. Besides, I wanna party with you! It won't be fun if you're stuck out here…"

"Kirby…."

"Now this is just BEAUTIFUL!  *sniff* I'm truly heart touched by yer display of kinship, I truly am! Brings a tear to my eye!"

Out of nowhere, an individual wearing a large cowboy hat with a leather jacket shows up. They wipe off a solitary tear off their cheek, looking at Kirby and Bandana Dee with shining orange eyes. Immediately, the two assume a defensive stance again.

"Hey! What are you doing here??"

"Who are you?! Your hat looks really funny!" 

"Oh come on lil' peach, I ain't no stranger. Don't ya remember Benny?"

"I don't KNOW you!"

"Hey hey wait, Is yer name Sailor?"

"Sailor? No…everyone calls me Bandana….you know Sailor?"

"Oh 'scuse myself! Yer ain't Sailor! It's hard to tell you peaches apart! Let me do introductions then! The name's Eggs, Eggs Benedict! I got one of yer special passes to this party. Mind if I let myself in?"

"Oh! S-sure! Eggs Benedict! Your name was on the list….sorry…I thought you were a bandit looking to steal the King's stuff…that happens a lot."

"No sonny, you guessed right. I AM a bandit, but I ain't interested in stealin' tonight. It's Necromas!! Gotta celebrate the birth of…..the birth of….."

"NECRODEUS!!!"

Someone shouted at the back of the line.

"RIGHT! Whoever that is!! ✨️"

"Mister Eggs Benedict....."

"Just call me Ben, peach."

"Right, mister Ben! You may go in!"

"Enjoy the party! And your name sounds delicious!"

"That I am told, my pink friend. That I am told."

The mysterious bandit was about to step inside, but suddenly stopped and turned around.

"Hey, by chance, didja anyone by the name of "Lundi" check in?"

"Hmmm…let me think…..yeah, someone called the "Lundi Swordsman" did go in an hour earlier!"

"Thanks peach! I'll be on my way then!"

"I would appreciate it if you stop calling me that too!- aand he's gone."

"Heheh, your name sounds delicious too!"

"Kirby….."

"Hey, Bandana! Why do you think that eggs guy was on the list? He doesn't look like he'd be friends with Dedede…."

"Well, he even added friends of Meta Knight on the list and Ben did mention Sailor! I wonder what kind of relationship they have?"

"Oaaa…."

"Bandana!!!" A waddle dee holding a spear quickly rushes towards him, panting heavily.

"Hm? What is it?"

"We're….*huff*....out of room….*huff*"

"Well I guess we should tell these people the bad news….."

"But what if a riot breaks out?! Everybody here went through so many troubles just to see his majesty!"

"I'm not sure if they're actually here for our king….."

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Nothing! We prepared for this, Spear Dee number 12345….if they dare attack us, we will fight back!"

"Yes sir!"

Seeing how much his friend had changed ever since he was a normal waddle dee, Kirby's eyes light up.

"Wow, you've really become a great leader, Bandee!" 

"Oh stop it Kirby…I'm not that good." Bandana bashfully looks away and scratches his head. Despite his improvement, he still seems so insecure.

"But you are! Hehehe!" He grabs ahold of Bandana's hand and gives him a warm hug, nuzzling in the waddle dee's fluffy coat. 

"Yeah...you're right Kirby! I should be proud of myself for once!"

"Yeah!!"

Just as they were getting comfortable, loud complaints erupt from the crowd.

"Oh come on! You can't kick us out like this!!"

"I had to steal my dad's spaceship to get here!!"

"I WANNA SEE GALACTA KNIGHT!!!! WAAAAAAAA!!"

After staying in line for so long just to be denied entry, the people went out of control, the situation was severely dangerous. They threw rocks, dirt, anything they could find at the waddle dees. The much tamer travellers left, but their numbers weren't many.

"I should…really deal with this.."

"Sheesh, tough crowd! Bandana Dee, I think you're gonna need my help!"

"Me too…let's go, Kirby!"

"Mm!"

Bandana readies his spear as Kirby playfully jabs at the air, the both give each other a nod before charging straight into the angry mob.

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[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in January 🕰 2023 - Libra

Whole of their energy towards Libra: King of Cups

This person watches you very closely, probably stalks your media pages if you have them. They also have a lot of feelings they hold back from you, most of which are angsty, but they also have deep feelings for you too. Thus the angst. This seems to be a long distance relationship, and if it’s not literal, then it’s definitely emotional, distance is a huge factor in this connection, and why someone feels the way they do.

Feelings: 4 Cups

They are dissatisfied, apathetic, and bored, waiting on…anything. Travel, movement, ambitions, some form of direction or goals. If you’re far away, they’re tired of it. If you’re not taking action in the relationship, same. They wait and you’re just off doing whatever you’re doing. I assume this is a romantic connection, going by the messages.

Intentions: 2 Cups rev

Breaking up. If they feel other people are a factor in your life, that irritates the piss out of them. They’re also conflicted about ending it because it also hurts them, this person cares about you. They could be the ones with other options and that’s playing a role as well, especially if you’re far away from them, meeting someone else is likely. Betrayal and having another person is definitely an option here, but they intend to end it with…one of you. If you’re distanced, probably you.

Actions: Page of Wands

They’re doing what they intend. They’ve carefully weighed their decision and the pros & cons of each possibility, ultimately deciding one has to go. I’m going to guess you, since it’s your reading, you would know. It’s not a decision that’s come to them lightly, they’ve agonized over it for who knows how long. If there’s nothing between you, and you don’t even see each other, it seemingly makes the decision easier for them. They hate ending it, or even being put in this position in the first place. If it’s NOT you, and they’re ending the other connection, and all that towards this other person, and they’re not sure if they can even heal/have a good connection with the person that’s staying around. Unsure all around.

Messages:

Their side:

- Obsessed with YOU 🤩

- Similar values

Your side:

- I’ll wait forever.

- You fascinate me.

Possible signs:

Cancer, Sagittarius & Gemini

If you’re dealing with:

King of Pentacles could show you dealing primarily with a Taurus, or simply being heavily focused on your career & financial situation. This is a King that means what he says, doesn’t waste his time, does what’s expected of him and more, holds down the fort and is reliable & trustworthy. He leads 10 Pentacles, which he built from the Ace, whether it’s the head of the home or the head of his career. Both. He isn’t the most emotional, but he is the most practical and generally successful.

Aries - could be a fling you’ve had that’s now over with, possibly a twin flame, karmic, or other soul contract that’s been fulfilled

Taurus - very happy & very busy

Gemini - being alone a lot is turning into a negative cycle for them, or they could have destructive habits & tendencies they don’t share - could also be why they’re alone

Cancer - feels like this person, they’re watching you for any sort of movement, ambition, travel, something, anything

Leo - having a hard time handling everything on their own financially, could be dealing with debt or late payments - when usually they do just fine, could be needing some help

Virgo - karma is coming because they didn’t listen to their gut when their gut said something, aka they knew better

Libra - avoiding being hurt again, hurting anyone else, or dishonesty has caused one of you pain - however that applies

Scorpio - heavily burdened by a conflict with you, or something you’ve said/done that was a low blow or uncalled for in their opinion

Sagittarius - committed to a new beginning, love, passion or creative venture, could be an old-fashioned or deeply religious sort

Capricorn - bossy & domineering with friends, with you, or could also feel a lack of confidence regarding friends or a celebration

Aquarius - working & saving money, work is life, could being a stickler for the rules & not really open to new ideas

Pisces - expects mental chaos & anxiety where you’re concerned, or they’re feeling this way while waiting on something from you

[shroomi1e]

realistic reasons why genshin men are undateable‼️

ft: aether, albedo, razor, diluc, itto, gorou, childe, zhongli, kaeya, xiao (pt 2)

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aether

my man is too busy looking for his sister 💀

as nice as he his, he probs doesn't have room in his heart for a relationship

he travels so much, you'd probably get tired if you don't die in teyvat first

if we're talking ab abyss aether however...

he'd be way too obsessed and focused on overthrowing celestia and the gods

and even if he does have room in his heart for you, don't expect to be the first priority

albedo

let's be honest, he doesn't have time for a relationship

he'd probably get bored once he's done learning everything there is to know ab you

a workaholic, working 24/7

also unless you're a science nerd like him, don't be surprised if he just decided to drop you bc you can't catch up with his science ramblings

id imagine he'd use you for weird experiments like in his story quest

razor

a furry

can't communicate

would probably start barking at you idk

would 100% try to lick you

very overprotective bc of his past

would try to give you dead rabbits and squirrels as gifts/signs of affection like how cats or dogs do

diluc

emotionally unavailable but he's hot so it's fine

if you're more emotional/sensitive then he's gonna make you cry at one point or another bc of how cold he is

has his walls built so high, it's gonna take persistence to take them down

too busy running a whole wine industry + protecting monstadt at night

would be SUPER overprotective, borderline suffocating. he's gonna try to hold on to you until it hurts

he doesn't mean it ofc, he's just scared of losing you (fatherless behavior smh)

he needs to get a lot of his shit together before he can start a proper relationship *cough cough* KAEYA *cough cough*

itto

he's a complete dumbass, just like any other typical himbo

is the type to plan out a whole party and buy a bunch of gifts only to get your birthday date wrong

it's endearing but it might get annoying at one point

definitely gets into a lot of trouble with city authorities, you'd always have to clean up his mess or bail him out

again, he never has bad intentions, but it's gonna get annoying at some point

gorou

another furry

better get used to him talking ab how amazing kokomi is

also gives off overprotective vibes

doesn't have much time or room for you, at least not until the resistance is over

childe

too busy killing people 😘

depending on who you are, dating a fatui harbinger might cause some problems

unless you're cool w trying to drown a whole nation and commiting genocide idk

even though he comes off as friendly, he probably has also built walls like diluc, they're just not as obvious

somewhere deep down he's scared he might end up harming you or losing you, since he's well aware of his position and what he does

(bro did you see that line in his story quest where he says smth like "if i were to quit being a harbinger I'd love to travel the world w you😭)

ok that's enough childe for today, and yes i will be writing a fanfic later

zhongli

this peepaw is hella old fashioned

being the god of contracts, he's gonna expect 100% loyalty, and might get a wee bit possessive, even if it's not obvious

he's just incredibly good at hiding it

being immortal, he might not even try to date you in the first place bc he knows you can't have a "normal" relationship

he'd rather not have you at all than to watch you grow old while he stays the same, eventually having to sit by your deathbed

oh geez that got dark quickly didn't it

but if he does have you, he's not letting you go, even if you don't want him anymore

will probably try to keep you forever bc of the "contract" y'all made😨

someone write a yandere zhongli fic and send me the link pls 😘😘

kaeya

we've all seen him weasel his way out of doing his work

would try to manipulate you with his smooth talk

although his heart is set in the right direction, much like diluc, he needs to get his shit together before he can carry a healthy relationship

also would probably come home drunk a lot

having a "flirty personality" can often be mistaken for flirting with others

so unless you're a holy nun or smth you're gonna argue ab it with him at some point

xiao

bold of you to assume he's gonna even pay attention to you

as we all know, he comes off as cold and standoffish, even if he might not mean it

he's just carrying way too much on his shoulders to also have a relationship as well

his karmic debt as well as the duty of the sole protector of liyue is going to put a burden on him, and he wouldn't want others to share that burden with him

despite how he feels about you, he's only ever going to see himself as a protector, never your partner

because his sole priority is to keep you safe, and keeping you safe means not getting too close to you

might even go out of his way to be mean to you just to make sure you won't get close to him☹️

but even so, he'll be there when you call, since he is your protector after all

a/n: damn the amount of ff inspo i got just from writing a stupid hc...

[mcheang]

Exclusive

Edna Mode was a renowned designer, famed for her harsh but accurate critiques, her fierce and practical lines, and of course, being the designer of the majority of superheroes.

And now she was hosting a fashionista gala, inviting those worthy of a Mode gala. As for those asking for an invite, Edna just asks who they are and calls security.

Lila, as the self-proclaimed BFF of Ladybug, and Gabriel’s muse, had already boasted of receiving the glamorous invitation. It didn’t just come in an envelope, it came out of the sky in a rosewood chest, accompanied by a bottle of wine and canapés. (Or so she says. Adrien and Marinette rolled their eyes. Chloé wasn’t paying attention)

Alya: Girl, I’m so jealous. But hey, maybe this will be a good thing. After all, Adrien is going with Kagami. Chloe will just stick with her mom. That means it’s a chance for you and Marinette to know each other better.

Oh yeah, did I mention that everyone knows Marinette is MDC?

Lila forced a grin but didn’t want to make any promises.

Imagine Lila’s rage to know she wasn’t given an invite because she was just a model. Adrien was the heir to a fashion company. She was not.

With all the bragging Lila did, she can’t back out or Chloe and Marinette will call out her absence. (Chloé learned about Lila being a guest from Sabrina later from gossiping)

So, she stole Marinette’s invitation. She did some editing and made her own customised invite, brandishing it for her class to see.

Marinette saw her invitation missing, rolled her eyes and reported the theft to Edna. Plz, everyone knows Edna invited her. She didn’t really need a piece of expensive paper.

The day of the gala arrived, and Lila brought out her invite.

The guard looked at his clipboard. “You’re not on the list.”

Lila: No, but I do have an invite. Obviously someone must have made a mistake with your list.

The guard snorted. “If that’s the case, then your fingerprints and eye scans should have already been registered. That’s what opens the doors.“

Lila gulped and thought about sneaking in with the next guest. But no such luck. Security made sure one person entered at a time.

As the security guard moved to push Lila back into the crowd of fans, Lila cried out that she knows Ladybug and Gabriel.

Guard: what’s your point?

Lila: You’ll be fired for this!

Guard: Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard this all before.

Another guard just scoffed. “You’re only a model. One of many in the industry. Miss Mode doesn’t care for models.”

Lila: what are models if not the face of fashion?

“Spoiled, stupid little stick figures with poofy lips who think only of themselves” Edna herself was at the entrance, wondering what was causing the disruption in her guest entrance flow.

Lila: How can you say that? Then why would Ladybug be my Best Friend?

Edna: the day Ladybug says she is your Best Friend is the day I wear crocs. And I don’t mean crocodile leather.

Edna points at a random guard. “You, get this so-called model out of the way. She is blocking the queue.

Oh by the way, Edna calling out Lila was caught on camera by the reporters.

One of them questioned why she was kicking out Gabriel’s muse when his son, a supermodel himself, was invited.

Edna: I did not invite the boy because of his face. I invited him because I saw potential (basically she realized he was Chat Noir. She would never invite Adrien otherwise. As seen from her quote, she doesn’t have a high opinion of models) That is, if he ever gets out of his father’s shadow. Because, let’s face it darling, what can Adrien do besides look pretty and play with swords and piano? You would think the boy would be in part of business meetings, but no. At this rate, Gabriel needs this gala to get out of that stuffy house. Realize that maybe his parenting methods are flawed compared to some other talented figures here. Look at Miss Kagami, focused on upholding her family legacy of fencing. MDC already knows how to run her own business after learning a bit from her parents. Even Audrey’s daughter has been joining in on becoming a fashion critic and throwing parties for political parties. But I must go, my guests await.

Back inside the party, guests were avoiding a seething Gabriel’s eyes. He had come to scout out the superhero guests, only to be called out by Edna on live tv.

Marinette went up to Edna and asked one of her fashion idols why she burned the Agrestes in public.

Edna: do you think Gabriel would change his parenting ways if we did not expose them to the influential figures of this industry, as well as the public eye? I guarantee you Adrien will be allowed more freedom of choice, lest Gabriel wants his son to be known as a coddled boy who can’t even make his own decisions.

Edna didn’t bother softening her sharp voice as she says these words.

Adrien flushed.

Quickly changing the subject, Marinette asked why Edna hated models.

Edna: it’s not that I hate them personally. I just hate their jobs and what they represent. Models nowadays are beautiful only according to the world standards. People who see them want to be like them, never mind that the models they see on the screen are airbrushed to unrealistic and impossible perfection. Now models focus only on their own appearance, trying to maintain their beauty as time ages them. They go on diets and become superficial. Whereas outside the modelling industry or such like, you don’t need to be stereotypically beautiful to be worthy. Where your worth is measured in kindness and bravery and talent and intelligence and anything beyond superficiality.

Adrien overheard and he frowned, not liking the idea where his appearance on ads is not exactly right. He only joined the company to make his father happy. But maybe it’s time he stepped into the business side of things and exit the modelling world. Bonus: no more Lila!

Edna snorted, “Though I must admit Gabriel surprised me with his newest model. Her attitude is lousy but she doesn’t strike me as a model. She just doesn’t have that model walk. But enough about the old man, my dear MDC, let’s talk about you. I love your gender-neutral line. And was wondering if you would like to join me in creating my next line of clothes for the Incredibles. A rare opportunity but I like style. Now take this offer before I change my mind.”

Marinette: wait, do I have to fly over or-

Edna: you are too excited, darling, but don’t worry, my assistants will send you the details.

Why are the Incredibles getting a new look? The kids are growing up and Edna wanted to move on to new styles.

As Marinette was flabbergasted, Audrey congratulated her for landing the job. Kagami and Adrien also beamed at her good fortune.

Even the Incredibles admitted they looked forward to working with her. Violet was a big fan.

Gabriel was seething and thought about akumatizing himself but come on, one villain against a room of superheroes? No thanks.

Drinking a glass of wine, he eventually admits that Edna had a point, however loudly and rudely it had been announced.

He would not be around forever and he wanted to leave the company in Adrien’s hands. In order for that to happen, his son needs to know business (if he can’t design, he can hire designers)

And yes, Lila was a lousy model. She survived by shooting with professional models who managed to overpower her mediocre work. But a deal was a deal. Besides, her contract was only for a year.

After the gala, Adrien happily quit modelling (aka Lila) to spend more time with his father, learning about how to run a company.

Marinette and Edna proudly claimed credit for the fashionable Incredibles.

Violet also became the talk of the school for her MDC exclusives.

Lila had been humiliated on air. Alya hesitated but finally did her research. At the end, she collapsed over the ruined credibility of her blog. But she can still get revenge by informing the principal, Ms Bustier and Mrs Rossi what Lila lied about. The perks of being a class vice president for a busy class president is that she also has the contacts list for emergencies.

Considering how Lila framed Marinette, there would be no suspension or detention. Only expulsion. Good luck finding a new school when Edna’s gala was a global topic.

When Lila returned to school for her last week (it takes time to gather evidence and get the attention of busy adults), nobody wanted to talk to her or even exchange glances. She quietly kept to herself, hoping for this to blow over soon. She was still a model working for Gabriel. She could befriend other supermodels (as if. Like they would want to befriend her after Edna called her out)

Hell, even her jobs were down. Gabriel just told her to take test shoots to fill up her portfolio until the hype died down (aka her contract expired)

When Lila was expelled, she was ready to be akumatized into Chameleon again. Except one problem. Everyone avoided her like hell so how could she kiss her target. Even Adrien was told to stay away lest his reputation be tarnished.

Ok, I admit it. I was hit by “I’m no Angel” quotes as I wrote this. But seriously, does anyone feel weird at the idea of trying to become thinner when your weight is just right, all the while you know there are people out there even thinner than you are and are starving, not because they want to be stereotypically thin, but because they cannot afford food?

[guiltycorp]

about the ‘sworn’ or ‘righteous’ part of Kaeya’s relation to Ragnvindrs Considering the fact that Kaeya must have been ~10-13 years old when he was taken in by Crepus and also that his profile description calls him his sworn son (義子) I believe it's safe to assume that this was the primary relationship. Later in his stories Kaeya is often referred to as 養子, adopted or foster son and it is my belief that the meaning is 100% foster because being a sworn son is different to actually getting adopted. Sworn children don't share their 'parents' surnames and they don't inherit anything, in fact, often there's no form of written contract at all and instead it's just an agreement where one side provides patronage and care while the other offers filial piety. So, that means that it probably wasn't Diluc's decision to swear an oath of brotherhood with Kaeya! Instead Kaeya first became Crepus's sworn son and thus became Diluc's sworn brother by association; though calling the children of your sworn parent your sworn siblings isn't an absolute rule it's still kind of expected. Having skimmed through the Chinese Wikipedia page it seems to me like the main contemporary reason to make other children your sworn sons/daughters is because people weren't allowed to have more than one child and 'adopting' sworn children like this allowed the kids to learn the value of 悌, concept of fraternal loyalty. Also just in general easier to make close friends when your parents already did that for you. It would make sense to me if Crepus didn't want to risk adopting a random kid but still took in Kaeya as his sworn son specifically to provide Diluc with a close friend of a similar age and semi-equal status (sorry Elzer т_т). I should note that the practice of sworn parents/siblings was often historically used for political and economical reasons, in turn leading to corruption and abuse. For example, 'I give you filial piety, you give me money and promotions' or 'I give you a roof over your head and you give me your servitude' etc. This isn't really relevant to Kaeya's character since he mentions happiness while being with Ragnvindrs (when comparing his duty to his feelings), but still this is to provide context bc the practice isn't seen as completely ideal&pure. Plus he diiiid become a knight under Diluc ehe, but of course it’s easy to make the case for ‘he deserved it’.  Anyway in my opinion, considering the fact that Kaeya's and Diluc's sworn brotherhood oath wasn't made by them on purpose, the only thing that truly matters when it comes to their relationship is the characters' own view. We don’t really have much information on their pre-fight dynamic aside from them having been very close with Diluc as the older perfect prodigy and Kaeya as his sidekick (support + planning). However, they are said to have been as close as the gemini, like, the sign that means twins. This is probably a point in favor of an actual brotherly relationship rather than a fairly distant friendship. Meanwhile their current in-game relationship is fraught with tension.  Kaeya obviously wants to reconcile and Diluc still relies on him whenever Kaeya suggests it, so when it comes to professionalism they fall back into the same dynamic of brawns & brain, but their dialogues are filled with mistrust on Diluc’s end and with bitterness on Kaeya’s side.  It's fairly concerning that the only sign Diluc might still care about his ex-sworn brother is that ugly ass vase he kept in the lobby.   Considering the amount of things Kaeya managed to do for him already, it's slightly unbalanced immo to say the least :/ :/ Some like to say that Diluc not giving him over to Jean is already a sign of caring on his part but idk, considering his personality he might just see Kaeya as his own responsibility to watch over and I doubt that he would leave Mond for 4 years if Kaeya actually seemed like a threat.  And there were plenty of times when Diluc could have alluded to Kaeya (like, kaeya alludes to him in his voicelines all the time) and yet just doesn't.  Even the line that could vaguely be associated with Kaeya, the one about nightingales, is a mistranslation — he meant night OWLS, his own constellation and symbol. What a pity tbh.  We just have to wait for further content with them to be sure that Diluc isn’t completely heartless.  And more about the pairing though, read only if it’s relevant to your interests.  While ideally sworn siblings are expected to maintain platonic relations and to care for each other their whole lives, being halves of a whole and all that, interestingly enough according to the Wikipedia page the specific kind of sworn siblings you make through parents is less regulated, so if kids grow up and pursue romantic relationships between each other it's seen as just fine, sometimes even encouraged by the more meddling type of grannies. Tbh at first I was surprised by that, but likely it's because becoming sworn siblings isn't really their call? While if you swear an oath of brotherhood/sisterhood by your own decision as an adult you're expected to maintain that specific kind of relationship? makes sense to me i guess (that said, of course there are also practices like 契兄弟, Qi sworn brothers — like, specifically the gay sworn brothers, when men swore brotherhood with their lovers to avoid persecution for homosexuality... also my understanding is that women did that way more often because for them it was also a way to get out of marriages by saying that they were fully devoted to their 'sisters' instead, this isn’t relevant here, just interesting) Basically as soon as you enter a romantic relationship with your sworn-anything the boundary you maintain is replaced by the new romantic kind and you shouldn't count as sworn siblings anymore; unless you're lgbtq in which case open romantic relationships are dangerous anyway so you might as well continue calling your partner whatever. Basically there would be nothing wrong with kaeluc especially since they even already stopped calling each other sworn brothers (the eng translation took liberties again, in the comic it’s not actually clear who was the first one to stop). It’s all about the characters’ own perspective and while I’m convinced that genshin won’t have any outright lgbt representation bc chinese game, we can still assume a lot from how things between Kaeya and Diluc develop, like whether they will reconcile and if they do will they go back to calling each other sworn brothers or if they will start a completely new friendship free of the ties to Crepus. Or will they fail to reconcile in a dramatic and angsty fashion? Either way, this time it would be their own choice and thus all the stronger for it! 

[im-fairly-whitty]

I would read an entire book about icarus and asterion/The Minotaur’s happy childhood /)

* pockets your kind words and slides these headcanons back across the table in return*

- Icarus is a very energetic and outgoing child, but since his father was afraid he might be targeted by the black market for the potential magical value of his feathers he was kept hidden at home until he was ten and they were moved to the palace. This means that despite his personality, Icarus got overwhelmed pretty easily when they first moved, even small crowds and busy open courtyards sending him into panic attacks if he wasn’t careful and pushed himself too hard.

This generally led to him hiding in a quiet corner until he could calm down and breathe normally again, something Asterion realizes very quickly about his new friend and that he tries to help with. Icarus is mostly just very frustrated whenever he gets overwhelmed because he wishes he could adjust faster, but Asterion’s patient and laid back personality goes a long way to both helping him calm down when things get to be too much and finding quieter two person adventures and games to play while he adjusts.

- Icarus’s crippled wing has been that way since birth, though they arent sure if he came out that way or if it was an injury sustained due to a shaken midwife’s mistake since Daedalus wasn’t in the room for the birth. Regardless it has always been smaller and a little misshapen his whole life, meaning he is unable to fly naturally. Despite that though he is able to soften a short fall to glide just a bit though not very well, he carries his balance differently than other people, and his wings have a body language all their own that end up telegraphing his emotions to those who know him well enough to read them.

While he is actually a bit vain about his wings they can be a pain to take care of, his annual molt in particular leaves him scruffy and irritable and tired for a couple weeks. Normally he doesn’t mind too much if people touch his wings as long as he has given them permission first, but during a molt his father and Asterion are the only two people allowed to touch his wings since they’re extra sensitive and the extra help keeping them groomed properly is worth the embarrassment of it. (Imagine the embarrassment you might feel at not being able to effectively do something like wash your hair yourself even when you��re a teenager.) He eventually minds Asterion’s help much less than his father’s, in true teenager fashion.

- One dreadful summer Icarus gets feather mites and swears he’s nearly decided to cut off his stupid wings entirely by the time the witchy queen kindly manages to concoct a potion to get rid of the pests . In return for a dose of the potion once a year he often brings her a bundle of his best molted feathers to show his thanks which do indeed have excellent magical properties to them that she appreciates very much.

- The biggest bother when he is finally fitted for a wing prosthetic as a young adult so he can finally learn to fly is that he has to learn to rebalance himself again while wearing it which is exhausting work.

- In the original myth it’s said that Asterion, because of his monstrous inter-species nature, can only eat the cannibalized meat of humans, generally slain by his own bloodthirsty rage. In HC!AU however his mother discovers through her occult studies that this is not actually a part of his nature, but actually a kind of magically imposed allergy for lack of a better term. When the prince is riled up by combat or exposed to blood or meat an animalistic and violent bloodlust is magically triggered that overwhelms him.

His mother concocts an elixir that is able to dissipate it and bring him back down to normal as a kind of antidote, so they end up learning to manage the curse by limiting his exposure to triggers and keeping the cure on hand at all times. In the end it kind of ends up being like a magical peanut allergy, except where if you have a reaction someone /else/ could die. (Also the antidote potion uses Icarus’ feathers as one of the main ingredients! The queen isn’t sure why they are so potent in helping that specific magical recipie, and if Daedalus knows why—or even why his son has wings in the first place—he’s certainly never told anyone. The queen suspects that Icarus’ wings have a tie to Posideon like Asterion does, but she can’t know for sure until either the god or the inventor spill the beans.)

- The queen had this allergy theory since Asterion was an infant, meaning she always kept Asterion away from anything that might trigger an attack. The thoery was first proven by his first episode when he was ten years old. Icarus and the prince had snuck off during a festival that was happening on the royal grounds and Icarus, upon them finding a foreign kebab vendor who apparently hadn’t gotten the strict no-meat-served-at-the-palace-memo, insisted Asterion try venison.

This of course very quickly devolved into an extremely dangerous situation that involved a hasty emergency evacuation, ten wounded royal guards, twenty damaged vendor stalls, and three weeks of a very distraught emotional recovery for both Icaurus and the prince after the queen was able to get close enough to intervene with the prepared antidote. The queen explains her now confirmed theory to them both, assuring them that it wasn’t either of their faults and noting curiously that even at the very worst of it Asterion never attempted to harm either Icarus or the queen during his rage, which provides all three of them a small comfort at least for future potential episodes, though all of them are shaken for a good while afterward.

- After that Asterion steers clear of any accidental snacks and doesn’t have another episode of note of real note until he’s in his twenties since as he gets older he gets better at controlling himself when he feels an episode coming and is generally able to remove himself from the situation. Instead of learning to fight like most royalty would (and after seriously accidentally injuring a wrestling instructor with his inhuman strength) Asterion instead does solo exercise training like running and weightlifting, getting safe practice at controlling and settling himself whenever his adrenaline starts to spike so that he doesn’t need the cure every time. He also never learns to ride since no horse has ever let him closer than the seat of a chariot, understandably spooked by his appearance.

- Aforementioned second largest episode occurs when a disastrously brave/foolish sell sword accepts a contract to kidnap the prince’s royal companion either dead or alive for a magically inclined client willing to pay a fortune for his feathers. When Asterion is woken in the middle of the night to find a struggling and injured Icarus being dragged out a window by a hooded stranger, the prince loses it completely and absolutely slaughters the assassin. Like, as in no one ever discovers who the man was since later what’s left of him is far beyond a state even resembling recognizable.

Asterion is so far gone in his rage that not even the queen is able to get close for hours afterward since the distraught Asterion won’t let anyone near the wounded and unconscious Icarus, trying to rip apart anyone or anything who gets too close. The situation is only diffused once the drugged Icarus is able to shakily regain consciousness enough to gently talk the prince down enough to take the antidote.

[guiltysecretpasttime]

Linzin Week 2021: Day 5 - Satomobile

Linzin Week 2021: Day 5 - Satomobile

Here’s another one of my late contributions. This was quite fun to write. Hope you enjoy it too.

One-shot, AU Lin x Tenzin Note: Set in the same universe as my other stories – Contentment and The Airbender’s Wife.    You can read this in AO3 as well.

Lady Lin Beifong and Guest

You are cordially invited to the unveiling of the latest luxury model of the Satomobile.

The next lines were on the event details.

Tenzin flipped the invitation close; he had read enough.

Lady Lin Beifong and guest indeed.

If he did not know any better, he would have thought that the invitation was harmless enough. Just the standard generic invitation a local company was sending out to the influential people of the city.

Unfortunately, he did know better. This was a smarmy way of Hiroshi Sato to remind him how insignificant the airbender was to modern society.

“Well?” Lin’s voice cut through his internal monologue that was all about disparaging thoughts on the industrialist. “Are you free on that night?”

“Oh, are you asking me to join you?” Tenzin feigned ignorance. “Do you mean to say, Lady Lin – I will be your lowly guest for the night?”

Lin flicked a small pebble to this forehead. “Don’t be daft, Tenzin. Of course, you’re my plus one. There was never a doubt about that. So, how about it?” She took back the invitation and envelope from him.

She grabbed the pen that he had on his office desk and was poised to respond to the RSVP.

Tenzin pretended to go through the calendar and the planner his assistant had on this table. Lin flicked another pebble at him, knowing his tactics. Despite being engaged with each other for more than a year, Tenzin still regards Hiroshi Sato as a sore spot in his and Lin’s relationship.

He huffed when he confirmed from his calendar that the night of the launch was marked free.

Of course, he had some misgivings. Hiroshi and Lin had dated before they had and had been engaged for longer than they were.

Well, if he, Tenzin, had his way, they would not be engaged for longer than Lin and Sato. He would make sure to seal the deal soonest.

Plock!

“Stop with the pebbles, woman. Where are you even getting them? I’m free to attend the Future Industries gala.”

 ---

Tenzin had to acknowledge that Sato had pulled out all the stops in his latest press event. The venue was spacious and shiny, with overhead lights that sparkled. The food spread and drinks were lavish and decadent. The people were colorful and elegant, reeking of affluence and influence.

However, none of these people held a candle to the Lady Lin Beifong.

All eyes and all cameras were on them when Tenzin softly airbended them down Oogi, assisting Lin to alight as gracefully as she possibly can from the sky bison.

He knew that Lin had several formal dresses in her wardrobe (all part and parcel of being a Beifong lady) but tonight’s dress was one of his favorites. It consisted of a form-fitting silken bodice that tapers off to a flowing tulle skirt. The sleeveless canary yellow top with blue embroidery accentuated her figure and her toned forearms. And, to his chagrin, the slits of shimmering tulle skirt of yellow and sienna highlighted Lin’s smooth legs when he bended them down the bison.

While he was proud to arrive with her on his arm, he was feeling a bit awkward now as he stood by while Lin talked shop with a visiting high-ranking detective from Omashu.

The airbender excused himself by offering to get a refill of Lin’s drink. He extricated himself and went off to the bar, trying to recall which one was Lin’s drink.

“…She looked lovely, didn’t she? Resplendent and I bet that gown of hers is worth a fortune.”

“I agree. Such a pity she needed to get transported about with that beast.”

“Oh, come on now, darling, there’s no need to be rude using the term beast.” The speaker paused. “And the sky bison didn’t add to their overall charm either.”

Tenzin felt his face heat up as the guests from a nearby cocktail table gossiped and tittered.

Another guest piped up. “Well, who knows, maybe Lady Beifong will put in an order for latest satomobile tonight. No doubt she is capable of buying one.”

“Indeed.” A snooty-sounding foreign man agreed. “However, we do have to take account of that monk of hers. Don’t they have a vow of poverty or aren’t they against worldly comforts?”

The first guest, the one who talked about the dress being expensive, spoke up again. “Probably, I mean, he probably only has that one set of formal robes that he wears on every occasion.”

“Lady Beifong wouldn’t have to stand for all that inconvenience and disgrace had she not broken up with Hiroshi Sato.”

There was a chorus of murmuring agreement.

“Well, until they are wed – it could still change…”

Tenzin decided he had enough of eavesdropping and selected the brightest fruit punch before hurrying back to Lin’s side, keen not to be seen by the snobbish group.

To his dismay, while the Omashu detective had left Lin, it was Hiroshi Sato himself who was now conversing with his fiancée.

“Here’s your refill, dear.” Tenzin thrust the glass in between them, drawing a startled reaction for both Lin and Sato. “Hope it hasn’t gotten tedious; I’m sorry for taking too long.” He stared pointedly at Sato, who took a step back.

“Don’t worry about it, Tenzin.” Lin thanked him and took a sip. “Hiroshi was just telling me more details about his latest model.”

Sato cleared his throat. “Yes, Master Tenzin as I was telling Lin, this model is a little bit more environmental-friendly than the earlier model. The cushions are likewise more comfortable and would offer more protection in the event of an impact.”

Tenzin simply nodded with disinterest, subtly taking Lin’s unoccupied arm and hooking it around his. Sato was droning on more features and the airbender decided to tune him out. Until he heard…

“…In fact, let me offer you a large discount, for old time’s sake.”

“I can afford your satomobile!”

It took Tenzin a few seconds to realize he was the one who blurted out the last statement.

Lin and Sato looked at him oddly, as did four people within hearing radius.

“Yes, dear, we know you can.” Lin leaned forward, placing a hand on his chest. “But this is about the bulk purchase order for Headquarters. The contract made between RCPD and Future Industries has lapsed so we were talking about drafting a new one.”

“While I’m sure you can buy a satomobile,” Sato had the gall to poke his nose into his faux pas. “I don’t suppose the Air Nation would be pleased if you bought a fleet for the police department.”

“Of course, I knew that.” Tenzin bit out, then took a swig out of whatever swill he had chosen for his drink. “I was just saying -.”

“Oh, Hiroshi – I think that’s your master of ceremonies calling for you?” Lin suddenly pointed towards the stage, where, true enough, a man in bright blue formal wear was scoping the crowd.

Sato immediately excused himself and asked them to enjoy the libation.

“What was that?” Lin untangled her arm from his and turned him so that they were face to face. “Do you really want to purchase a satomobile?”

“Don’t you?” Tenzin threw back at her. “You seemed pretty fascinated by all those add-ons and features -.

“I was being polite.”

But Tenzin continued as though Lin has not spoken. “–And then, maybe at least you won’t have to arrive at fancy gatherings on a large hairy beast.”

“I’m fine with Oogi. He grew on me even if, I do agree with mom, that sky bison tends to smell during long trips.”

“Oh yes but this satomobile – it has all the works. It’s fancy, it’s rich, it’s comfortable, and it’s accepted by the upper-class. Not at all shabby, an embarrassment or out of fashion.”

“Hold up,” Lin raised a hand and wave the glass of fruit punch. “What is this really about? As I’ve said - I’m fine with Oogi and I barely need to transport myself around the city unless it’s for work.”  She tilted Tenzin’s chin so he was looking at her. “Are we still talking about satomobiles?”

“Of course.” Tenzin could be stubborn too, and he does have his pride. He did not want his woman to be ashamed of him. He can provide for her, after all.

“Oh, Tenzin. Dear.” The earthbender’s lip quirked up to the side, revealing her amusement, but Tenzin refused to drop his serious countenance. “Well, true – this satomobile might be a bit more comfortable, it might even have more amenities and yes, it is quite showy.” Tenzin shifted uncomfortably. “But – with Oogi, he’s a beloved sky bison. I’ve known Oogi since I was a child. I trust Oogi with all my heart and I know that Oogi will not let me down. Ever.”

Tenzin did not even think twice and leaned forward to capture a quick kiss on Lin’s lips.

She always did know what to say to assuage his doubts.

“Thank you.” Tenzin murmured, his forehead on Lin’s.

Lin pulled back with her eyebrows raised. “Why are you saying thanks? Shouldn’t Oogi be the one doing so?”

He swallowed Lin’s laughter with another kiss.

He did not even mind the sudden camera flash to the side, knowing that this would be part of the double spread in tomorrow’s news feature on the satomobile launch.

Oogi would definitely receive a double helping of the special hay from the Fire Nation tonight.

 ---

Present day.

“…And that is why, Korra, I’d rather that you do not accept the satomobile that Tarrlok has sent over.” Tenzin finished his retelling at the Avatar who looked non-plussed.

“Or I could simply say I don’t feel right about taking something that luxurious coming from taxpayers’ money – assuming of course that he did charge it to city hall.” Korra drummed her fingers on her cheek. “Or that it’s not right accepting something that expensive since it would be misconstrued as a bribe.”

“Huh.” The airbender blinked at the teenaged avatar. “You’re right.”

“Yep,” Korra grinned, eyes crinkling. “I do read the materials you told me to, even if it was so boring. That constitution and by-laws of Republic City is one snooze fest. But I figured I need to be familiar with it in case Chief decides to land me in jail again.” She added cheekily.

Tenzin stood dumbfounded as Korra excused herself to head on to training.

“Oh, by the way, thanks for telling me that story, though honestly, I could do away with your descriptions of Lin’s ‘figure’, ‘toned forearms, and ‘smooth legs’.” Korra used air-quotes and hurried off with a laugh at the airbending master’s reddening forehead.

[snuggetfish]

I love your thoughts on Majima so much! He’s such a fun and interesting character to analyze and I’d like to ask what your general headcanons of him are? Like, just about any headcanon that comes to mind

Aaah thanks so much anon, it makes me fuzzy inside to know people like reading these sometimes really rambly replies! 💙 Headcanon-wise, ohhh, I’ve got a good few, but below are the first ones that come to mind. I’ve split them up roughly by topic, hopefully they’re easier to read this way!

Outfit

It always seemed to me that Majima’s environmentalism was a bit at odds with his signature look. Leather pants, leather gloves, snakeskin jacket, that’s a hell of an animal cruelty combo right there... so I think they’d actually all be fake. Majima may be flashy, but he’s not a hypocrite and with how many clothes he ruins by getting into fights, I don’t think he’d want to continuously sink cash into the leather industry. 

Though, that’s not to say his fashion would look or feel cheap! Whoever his tailor is, I bet they’re being paid well to source high quality, realistic looking leather and snake imitations.

Diet 

While we’re on this topic, I’d like to think Majima had a phase where he tried going vegetarian, after reading up on the ecological effects of animal farming. But here, he finds he can’t be as principled as with clothing, because the beef bowl cravings get too strong sometimes and the boys are noticeably crankier without their usual family barbecues... So he’d give up on the idea eventually. He's not a saint, he’s gotta have some indulgences. 

Love life 

Other things yakuza are known to indulge in: the sex trade (or ���water trade” in Japan I suppose). I mean, they run a good amount of these businesses, makes sense that they’d visit them too, right? But I think, for Majima, hostess clubs would hold too many bittersweet memories and, generally, he wouldn’t enjoy being buttered up. Simulated love and empty words for a price... a hostess won’t be nearly as sincere with him—an obviously loaded customer—as the Sunshine girls were with their manager, so why bother? If it’s just gonna be two clowns putting on a show for each other... 

Frustration and distracting thoughts might push him to go to a soapland or brothel, but those visits are about as frequent as his one-night stands, which is to say: rare. His body has needs, but they mostly serve to remind him of the needs of his heart, which are so much harder to fill...

Pastimes 

So how does Maijma spend his spare moments then? Batting cages, of course, but also watching TV in his apartment, playing zombie shooters or just about any game that can help pass the time. When he’s alone, I think a lot of his habits are carried over from his days in Sotenbori, whether he realizes it or not. Thus...

Smoking 

He’s likely got an ashtray in every room, since his addiction manifests all the worse when he’s at home. He usually remembers to open the window first, but on particularly bad nights, he’d be no stranger to smoking in bed or on the bathroom floor. 

I think he didn’t use to smoke much as a young adult (19-20), but after his days in the Hole, it’s a way to cope with trauma and mounting stress. The habit only really ramped up when 23-year-old Majima realized that the more cigarettes he burns through, the less hungry he feels and the more money he can save for Sagawa’s monthly payment.... Grooming 

His apartment is sparsely furnished and looks barely lived in, probably because it is. You also won’t find him in lounge clothes too often, even the eye patch stays on almost 24/7. It’s so much a part of him now, that he occasionally forgets to take it off in the shower. But let me just say this: he’s no slob. Majima has had more than his fair share of living in squalor, while he was still in the Hole... People joke about him being greasy, but I really don’t think he could stand the feeling of being dirty. Though speaking of, I think he’d prefer showers over baths. Less idle time for the painful thoughts to creep in. The only way he’d start warming up to the idea of a nice soak every night is... if he maybe had a partner who’d gently wash his hair and back, to ease the day’s tension... or if there was a little munchkin all too eager to have him play sea monster to their fleet of rubber duckies. Would at least one of the duckies have a little eye patch scribbled on it in sharpie? Well, who’s to say... 😌

Just like his apartment, I think he would himself smell of cigarettes, but always mixed with something almost... citrus-y. Muted and a little bitter, like bergamot, from the cologne he wears on days where he needs to dress presentably. Though if you also happen to catch a note of vanilla on him... well, that’s likely a hint that Goromi’s been out on the town. (´~ ω •`) 

Skills 

Last but not least, a slightly unrelated headcanon: Majima’s surprisingly good with numbers and equations. Not because he’s received a great education (though he is definitely the kind of guy who succeeds in almost anything he applies himself to, it’s just that he rarely does) but because being in charge of The Grand’s bookkeeping, night after night for two years, has taught him skills that are not so easily forgotten. However, it’s not something he brags about, so the first few times it’ll definitely come as a shock to his subordinates. He’ll be given a balance sheet or a contract to sign and Nishida assumes his eye will just glaze over and he’ll throw the papers back at his face, but instead Majima spots a calculation error within a minute of looking at it. Then he gives Nishida an earful about paying more attention to these things... then he throws the papers back, yeah.

And because I can’t help myself on the Majidad headcanons: of course this means he’s on duty for helping his kid with their math homework. 

Whew, this ended up as a big wall of text, sorry! Guess you can tell Majima occupies my thoughts a lot more than he probably should hah... It’s fun to share these though! Thank you so much for the ask! 💙💙💙

[clairecrive]

“A promise”- Remus Lupin imagine

A/N: so this is my first Remus and hp imagine ever, so I’m sorry if it sounds off. I’m open to constructive criticism if you have any. Hope you like it anyway!

Pairing: Remus x bff reader, Sirius x reader, Remus x girlfriend OC, Lily x James

Warning: none I guess, angst with fluffy end so

Summary: as you grow it can happen sometimes that people change and so their relationship with you. And as you’ve overheard something your best friend agreed to, you feared that that’s exactly what happened to your relationship. It is really though?

Flashbacks are in italics

"So you’re leaving? Just like that?" You ask when he sits down on the couch in front of the one you were sitting in. You had heard him talk with his girlfriend about moving after graduation and of course, there’s nothing wrong with that. What bothered you was that she wanted to leave England.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh don't be daft Remus, you know what I'm talking about." he really seemed clueless but the fact that he had taken such a big decision and hadn’t even told you yet had hurt you. It was something one would immediately tell their best friend, was it not?

"I don't, seeing as my girlfriend asked me to move in her and I reckon there’s nothing wrong with that." But of course, in true Remus and y/n fashion, whenever one of you bit the other answered right away.

"Your girlfriend wants to move on the other side of the globe Remus!" And so you snapped, surprising all of your friends around you beside the man of the hour and your boyfriend Sirius since both of them knew you like the back of their hands.

"So?" he asked causing you to scoff

"Don't you remember?" your voice got very quiet almost as if you didn't want him to hear

"We made a promise to always be together," you explained after seeing his puzzled expression.

Realization washed over his face and you knew the memory of you two in the back of his yard played in his mind. The day, at 11 years old, you promised that no matter what, you'd never leave the other alone. 

For as long as you could remember, you and Remus had always spent the summer together. Since you attended different schools, you didn’t have a lot of time to spare to see each other as much as you’d like during the school year, so as soon as it ended you tried to spend every moment you could together. Of course, now that both had received the letter from Hogwarts, things were going to change. You couldn’t wait to finally attend school with your best friend.

So here you both were, swaying on the swings in the park near your house while Remus was on the ground next to them reading a book. The boy could always be found with his nose buried in a book but you never minded much seeing as it could be said the same for you.

However, since the letter arrived, your mind was filled with excitement for this new adventure that awaited you but also, you couldn’t help but have a lot of questions about the future.

“Where do you see yourself in ten years?”  you asked him not stopping the swing. 

Remus didn’t answer you right away but you knew you had caught his attention.

"I don't know. I've never thought about it."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah I mean we all know my... condition isn't going make things easier for me."

"Is that why you don't like to think about the future?" He just nodded but you knew it was because he didn’t like to talk about it so you quickly changed the subject.

"I don't like it either you know, but I do hope you'll be in it."

Your bond with Remus wasn’t exactly a secret. Everyone who knew you, was aware of your tight knit relationship. However, being both shy and reserved, you never really outed your feelings for each other with words. Your constant presence at the other's side was enough of a statement.

It was rather unusual for both of you to openly speak about it like this so while you looked in front of you while swaying on the swing, Remus was busy trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

"Well, I thought that was a given." He said loud enough so you could hear over the metal sound of the swing. Now it was your time to blush.

"You promise?" Stopping your legs, you got the swing to slowly still. Reaching your pinky towards him, a gesture so very common between you whenever you wanted to seal a deal, you wait for him to do the same.

"Promise." And the deal was sealed with the same seriousness as it was a legal binding contract.

Seemed like one took it more seriously than the other though.

"We were only 11 y/n..." Remus said tentatively. He looked taken back and this possibly hurt you more than his words. 

So what if you were both eleven at the time? Your age didn’t take away any ouch of importance from the promise you made. You were dead serious about it and still stood by your words. Didn’t he?

"Yes well, I was serious when I promised you than I'd never leave you alone. I should have known though that all it took was a cute girl for you to push me aside." Now, that might have been a tad too far fetched but you’d always had a fliar for the dramatics and being with Sirius didn’t help that in the least.

"Oh don't be a hypocrite now, y/n. If Sirius asked you, you would have done the same thing." Rolling his eyes, he pointed at Sirius who was currently sat on the couch behind you. You were standing in the middle of the common room but fortunately most of the students seemed to in class and those who had a free period fled as soon as they heard you arguing.

"No, I wouldn't. Because you mean the world to me and I'd never leave you behind." You boasted tired of hearing him misjudging you." It's nice to know how you feel though." And with that, barely able to contain your tears anymore, you stormed out of the room leaving a confused and angry Remus behind.

The truth was that this had nothing to do with your partners. You loved Sirius with all your heart and were happy when Remus seemed to find what you have with his best friend with Sarah. You were genuinely happy for them, Remus deserves to be happy and there was nothing you wanted more for him. Even if that meant he had to leave you behind…

Now that you were looking at the whole thing with a clearer mind, you started to realize that Remus was right. You were being a hypocrite indeed.  Your relationship with Sirius had flourished beautifully since you’d started dating in third year and while you hadn’t already talked about it, you knew you’d probably end up living with him in his apartment. Lily and James were practically already married and Peter… well Peter was Peter. So where did that leave Remus?

If he didn’t move with Sarah that would mean that he’d be alone. Sure, their houses will always be open to him but it wouldn’t be the same without her by his side. You knew that. 

So, you realized, at the end of the day, you just wanted him to be happy. And if you loved someone you should set him free. You still had Sirius and everyone else and it’s not like you’d never see each other again. Of course, being apart from him was going to be hard for you but it was a sacrifice you were willing to make. He deserved it.

Sighing you stopped, knowing that you owed him an apology. But when you turned around to go back to the common room, you saw Remus walking towards you. You didn’t hear him following after you stormed out but he was walking rather quickly to catch up with you. He didn’t expect you to stop though so he almost knocked you over, his arms wrapped around you were the only reason why you hadn’t toppled over.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I didn’t realize you had taken it this way. I swear it’s not like that, you know how much I care about you,” Remus was muttering frantically in your neck, your grip on you tightening and you could help but chuckle at how sweet and wonderful human being your best friend. 

You pulled away slightly, just enough so you could look into his eyes while speaking,not that Remus allowed you to pulled away that much. 

“I’m the one who should be apologizing Rem, it wasn’t fair of me to hold that against you. It’s only right that you live your life how you want and with the woman you love. I just want you to be happy.” You said while caressing the crease in the between his eyebrows. You knew how much he hated arguing.

“What about our promise? I also was serious at the time, I don’t want you to feel like you don’t matter as much to me because you do. You know how much you mean to me.” He continued wanting to be 100% sure that you were okay.

“I’ll be okay Rem, I’ll just have to come to term with the fact that I’m not going to see your annoying sprout every day.” You joked to ease his worry and mirrored the smile he gave you.

“I’m not going to disappear, you know. I’m going to write you every day, you’ll be more annoyed with me than you are now.” Keeping an arm on your shoulders, he lead you back to the common room where the others were waiting for you.

“As if that could really happen.”  You retake your sit beside Sirius that shots you a wing while Remus leaves a kiss on your head before sitting down next Sarah.

Yeah, you had a feeling that you were going to be alright despite the distance.

[goldenraeofsun]

However Improbable

"I'm Dean Winchester. I'm your new sober companion," Dean says, one hand flying out to stop the door before Castiel can shove it closed again. "I'm here to make your transition from rehab to normal life as problem-free as possible."

Castiel just stares at him.

Dean straightens, breathing in deeply. "I will be living with you for the next month and a half, be there for you 24/7, so if you need anything, I'll be there. I am not your maid, your personal chef, or your chauffeur, but I can help with cleaning or cooking or whatever you need, as long as we talk about it first to set boundaries."

Still, Castiel stares.

Dean can work with that. He's had reluctant, even angry clients. Some threw things (he only let that one go for the first day before cancelling that contract), and some just did their best to ignore him. Castiel, though, he hasn't even blinked since he answered the door of the swanky Brooklyn brownstone. That's a new one. Nobody ever looked at him like he was an alien before for five straight minutes.

Dean waits, but as Castiel says nothing, he asks, "Your dad did say I was coming, right?"

Castiel rolls his eyes. "Yes, my father sent me an email about your forthcoming presence in my life."

"Great," Dean says brightly as he roughly shoulders the door open and strides past Castiel into the foyer. "I figured I'd move my stuff in later today, but I wanted to meet you first. Find out how rehab went and what you think will be your main pain points over the next few weeks for me to look out for."

"I imagine my major pain point is my craving for narcotics," Castiel says dryly as he shuts the door behind him.

Dean frowns as he peers around the corner into a sitting room. Ceiling high bookshelves line the walls, and an old-fashioned map hangs above the empty fireplace. "Have you got anything more specific?"

"Not at the moment."

"Great," Dean says in a completely different voice. He inhales a slow, even breath. "Did your dad mention the terms?"

"The term being that if I relapse, I get evicted?" Castiel asks from behind him.

Dean turns.

Castiel is pulling on a pair of shoes.

Dean crosses his arms over his chest. "Going somewhere?"

"I have an appointment with a client," Castiel says in a clipped voice.

"What kind of client?"

"Did my father tell you what I did?" Castiel asks, straightening up. "Before I became another statistic in the opioid epidemic?" He opens the door, and Dean has no choice but to follow.

"Dude, the other term you're forgetting is that if you ditch me," Dean says as they take the stoop stairs at a slight jog, "the deal's also off."

"I am well aware," Castiel says, head tilting to him in surprise. "Did you think that was me trying to lose you?"

"Uh, yeah?"

Castiel rolls his eyes. "If that was the case, you would have been back at the brownstone, and I would have been in a cab five minutes away by now."

"Not exactly what I want to hear," Dean says sourly.

"Would you rather I lie?" Castiel asks, eyebrows rising as they cross the street. "I thought that would hinder your attempts at being a junkie babysitter even further."

"I mean, kind of-"

"Excellent, I'm glad we're on the same page," Castiel says before Dean can finish. He stops in front of the Impala. "Well?" he asks expectantly.

Dean stares. "How the hell did you know this was my car? How did you know I even have a car?" This is New York City, after all. Most people don’t. Most people aren’t the owners of pristine 1967 Chevy Impalas either.

"I saw you fiddling with the keys after you rang the doorbell for the first time," Castiel says matter-of-factly as Dean unlocks the doors and gets in. In the passenger seat, Castiel continues, "One had the Chevrolet logo on it. Tomorrow is alternate side parking in New York City, so most of my neighbors don’t bother parking on this side of the street today." He shoots Dean a sideways look. “It also wasn’t hard to put together your midwestern accent and the Kansas license plate.”

Impressed, Dean doesn’t say anything as he starts the engine. “Where are we goin’?”

“The Lower East Side.”

“For your mysterious client?”

“The NYPD,” Castiel confirms.

“Your client is the New York City Police Department?” Dean asks, confused.

“Unfortunately,” Castiel says, clearly finding the idea distasteful. “But nobody else has access to all the murders in the five boroughs, so I must offer them my services.”

“Which are?”

“My father didn’t tell you?” Castiel asks as Dean slows for a yellow light.

“Yeah, but I’d rather hear it from you in your own words,” Dean says evenly. “He said you were some kind of detective.”

“Typical,” Castiel mutters, “he always goes for the most dramatic explanation. I am a consultant. I just usually consult with various police departments - NYPD, LAPD, Scotland Yard - with the cases that are beyond their mediocre services.”

“I bet they just love you,” Dean says sarcastically.

Castiel settles in his seat, pulling out his phone. “Our relationship is very professional.”

Dean snorts as they make their way towards the Manhattan Bridge. His phone rings, lighting up his background picture of Sam, Dad, and him. He ignores it.

“You must be very proud of your brother’s legal accomplishments,” Castiel says, mostly out of nowhere.

“How did you-”

“Turn here,” Castiel says, looking up from his phone screen. “There’s an accident four streets up.”

Dean makes the turn, carefully navigating the Impala around a delivery truck, and Castiel sends him a long, considering look before saying, “I hope you’ll keep your singing practice for normal business hours.”

“What?”

“Your breathing patterns,” Castiel says, impatiently, “You were breathing from the diaphragm when you gave your little speech about your duties as my glorified helper monkey.”

“Who are you calling a glorified helper-” Dean splutters.

“I imagine you practiced your breathing before stressful performances, and this exercise naturally carried over to other stressful interactions - including with newly sober individuals.”

Dean blinks. He hadn’t realized. “I only played the guitar at first,” he starts.

“But guitar calluses interfere with the feeling in your fingertips, and it’s impossible to rise through the ranks of hospital surgeons with a guitar habit on the side,” Castiel says.

Dean’s face hardens. “I mostly sing in the shower now.”

Castiel nods once. “So as long as you don’t take luxurious showers at three in the morning, I don’t see a problem with us living together.”

Despite himself, Dean finds himself focusing on his breathing to calm himself down. The last time he scrubbed up for an OR was almost six years ago now; his bitterness and regret are old news. He's moved on with his life - moved across the country, got a new job, a new career. So instead, he asks Castiel, “How did you know about Sam, anyway? What, did he slap a Stanford Law bumper sticker on my baby when I wasn’t looking?”

Castiel waits until he stops at a red light to show him his phone - and Sam’s LinkedIn page. He smiles wryly. “Not everything has to be deduced, Dean.”

[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.

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Qiuyue - Voicelines

Hello: Hello, mortal. I am Qiuyue. Zhongli sent you to fetch me? Tell the old man that if he wants me there, he can do it himself. I am no adeptus, to come and go at his whim like so. Next time he does this, he’s going to find a scorpion in his bed. You want to know my full title? Fine. I am Qiuyue, the Hu Li Shen. You need not know the rest. Is this satisfactory? Good. Run along now, I have much more important business to attend to.

Favorite Food: You want to know my favorite food? Well… I am partial to candied walnuts. Why do you wish to know? You’ve never heard of them? Well, that is to be expected. They are a Liyue-only delicacy, as far as I’m concerned. I’m quite busy now, some fools seem to be causing trouble at one of my shrines. If you need anything else, go ask one of my retainers. Now, leave.

Least Favorite Food: Least favorite food? Why would you need to know that? Well, if you insist. I have lived centuries here in Teyvat, and sampled many types of food. I’d have to say my least favorite are those fruits called grapes. I believe they originated in Natlan, which I’d wager is why you haven’t heard of them, only having been to Mondstadt and Liyue. Anyways, if you come across them, please don’t feed them to any of my subjects. They’re highly poisonous. Oh, wipe that look off your face! They’re only poisonous to the fox species, not you mortals! Hobbies: Oh, you want to know my hobbies? I do enjoy a good prank from time to time. If you see him, ask the old man about what I’ve done. He turns pale and won’t speak for a couple hours, which is a refreshing thing. I enjoy it very much. He needs a reminder now and then that Liyue is not all business. Playing with him like this forces it into his thick skull that there are other things to be had in Liyue.

When it rains: Gah, this stupid rain! It leaves my coat thick with water until I can dry myself off! That stupid old man is taking revenge for that time I left that bucket of water on the doorway! When it snows: Oh, seeing these piles of snow reminds me of a fantastic time I had with the old man. He had invited intruders into my domain, promising tall tales of showing them the inside of the Autumn Palace without my permission. I had let some snow in, for the foxes love it. And as the perfect revenge, I decided to tackle the old man into a tall snow pile, leaving him soaked in snow in front of those guests! They ended up leaving the very same day, for the indignity of mine was a shame to behold.

When the sun is out: Oh, what a glorious day! I would do nothing but bask in these golden rays of the sun, if only my duties would allow for it.

When the wind is blowing: Ack! I got a piece of hair in my mouth, it’s fine. When I see that old man again, I’ll see how he likes having his hair cut off! Good morning: This is quite a fine morning, is it not? I seem more formal? I apologize, the mornings seep through the cracks and take hold sometimes. Good afternoon: You seem tired, would you like me to perk you up with another story of the old man? Why there’s this one I know of, long before the archon war, of him and Guizhong. Just… don’t tell him I told you this, alright? Guizhong is still a festering wound. Good evening: At this time of night, you can see all the stars in the sky. It must remind you of home, right? It does for me...

Good night: I must be getting back to the Autumn Palace now, who knows what sort of trouble the foxes have gotten into without my gaze upon them. Take care.

About Qiuyue - Godhood: You want to know what it is like to be a god? Why, you yourself aren’t that far off, are you not? We gods are not untouchable beings, we can still die, just like you. As an outlander, you must have seen your fair share of beings calling themselves gods, who were not quite there. But as for me it is… lonely, but rewarding. I do find myself seeking company from time to time, only to watch mere years pass, and them to wither and die. However, I myself do not think I would give up my godhood, if only for the fact that I am quite used to it. It has many disadvantages, and many benefits. It is up to you to decide if it is worth it. Is that not how most things are, though? About Qiuyue - Autumn Palace: You question me about my domain? I’m afraid you will never see its insides. No mortal is allowed inside, and no immortal without my permission. At least, no mortal still alive has seen the inside. Ominous? Why, I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean!

About Qiuyue - Human Form: Oh, you’ve only ever seen me in this form, correct? Strange. I know you know of my main form, the nine-tailed fox, for it is the one depicted in temples. This human one, however, is more for the benefit of the mortals around us. It comforts them to see me as one of them, no matter how strange that sentiment is. I do find myself liking this particular human form the most, however. I suppose it seems odd to you.

About Qiuyue - Title: You wish to keep pestering me about my full title? You know, most mortals who continued down this route ended up as statues in my domain, reduced to decoration. ...I do admire this tenacity, however. I suppose, just this once, I’ll entertain you. I am most commonly known as Qiuyue, and the Hu Li Shen, as you know. However, my main domain is Deception, just as Zhongli’s is contracts. I am the Fox God, One-Who-Betrays-and-Lies, and the God-Who-Wanders. Although that last title isn’t as true now, as it. Zhongli offered me a residence, a shared portion of Liyue, and I couldn’t find it within myself to refuse.

About Ningguang: Ningguang.. The Tianquan is very interesting. I find myself impressed with her, I’ll admit. To pull herself up to a position so high is quite an achievement. Even Zhongli was an old god before his position of power in Liyue. She has an odd fascination with me, going so far as to credit part of her abilities to my power. I have given her omens, as the foxes seem quite taken with her, but it was her skill that allowed her to build her career.

About Zhongli: Zhongli… simply saying the name feels wrong. I much prefer to call him by the title of ‘Old Man’ if I must refer to him in conversation. I do see why I must address him in this fashion, as to the rest of Liyue Morax is dead. However, I do feel his decision lacked foresight. What will he do, when he never grows old alongside his peers? If he travels, eventually, he will have visited every village, and then where will he go? He will become a myth, an immortal wandering figure shrouded in legend. I doubt he wishes for that, if he wants to lead a mortal life. Maybe these are the consequences of such tumultuous times in Liyue... About Venti: Ah, the bard. He is quite a fun person, no? I do enjoy the moments I spend with him, even if our meetings are far and few. Sometimes he will join me for a good laugh over the topic of the old man. Zhongli often protests that although he looks older, Venti and I are just as old, if not older. We pretend not to hear, even if he knows we have. It makes for quite the entertainment. I do think that the bard could stand to be a little more responsible - stop rolling your eyes at me, I do realize I’m being a little bit of a hypocrite. I’ll admit, living for so long in Zhongli’s domain has done something to improve how I behave, particularly seeing as I do have responsibilities to my worshippers. Venti, however, takes and takes, never truly giving back until you arrived. I wonder when it’ll catch up to him. About Levin: Levin is… I wouldn’t dare call him close to me, that’s only asking for trouble as it is. I do find him quite amusing, however. He doesn’t seem to recognize me as who I am, even though the name Qiuyue is one steeped in history, synonymous with the title of Hu Li Shen. It makes for quite the fun conversations when we stop to talk, for the Liyueans do recognize me. Hopefully, he’ll continue to be a source of entertainment. The moment he oversteps his boundaries, however… it would be quite the nuisance to rid themselves of him, but if it must be done, it must be done.

(For context: Levin is my friend's genshin OC.)

About Ganyu: That is Ningguang’s secretary, correct? I see… she is of adeptus descent, and yet she seems to not fully resonate with it. It is a wonder she can keep up with Ningguang’s workload, however, and I do commend her for it. I don’t think I have quite enough experiences with her to form a judgement, but I do trust in Ningguang’s judgement. Once she becomes curious in adepti affairs, I should keep a closer eye on her. Remind me to do so. About Keqing: I do respect Keqing’s opinions on her Archon. They’re a breath of fresh air in Liyue, where the people seem to be mindless sheep. Although, from what I’ve heard about the aftermath of the battle with Osial, they seem to be forming their own opinions as well. Their archon’s death must have really released the fog around their eyes. She seems like one to keep a close eye on, for she is not hesitant in her words about the adepti and gods, although they earn her scorn. About Yanfei: She is a most renowned lawyer in Liyue. Her disposition doesn’t seem quite serious enough for a lawyer, yet she shoulders through. It’s almost a conundrum, the way I see it. She reminds me quite a lot of my own foxes. Sly, clever, but behind a cover of mischief and playfulness. Have you seen her in action with her vision? No wonder Murata granted her it - her passion burns as bright as the flames she wields.

About Baal: The Raiden Shogun… she has certainly changed. I do not concern myself with the affairs of most gods, and yet, she seems to be causing quite the stir within the immortal court. It would be concerning, but I have not yet received any personal disturbance against my domain, so I shall not interfere. Perhaps this is what Zhongli meant when he said that the archons are changing, and Teyvat will soon enter a new period.

About Hu Tao: Hu Tao is quite the fun person! I do visit Zhongli at his work often, so it is natural I’d become acquainted with his newfound ‘boss’. She seems to take inspiration from a number of things, choosing to continue on with her business although it has taken quite the hit to it’s reputation with her eccentric style of advertising. She helps the old man loosen up and enjoy life, and for that I do appreciate her work.

About Xiao: He is quite the unusual adepti. Bound under a contract that limits his suffering, but also his freedom. I did not get to witness his beginnings, and have yet to see what made Mora- Zhongli take him under his wing, but I suppose I must, for once, exercise my patience. Forgive me for the slip in name, it has been difficult adjusting to Zhongli’s new identity. Ah, what’s that look for? I do promise that I am not harboring any other motives for a simple slip in name-

About Vision: A vision? I do not harbor one, why would you ask? I am a god, I have my own special set of skills. After all, visions are for mortals who have been given a chance to ascend to Celestia, and by proxy, godhood. I have no need for one.

More about Qiuyue I: I do one day, wish to explore beyond my self-imposed confines of Liyue. It is almost embarrassing to admit this, but I fear for what awaits me on the horizon of adventure. Silly, isn’t it?

More about Qiuyue II: For one who knows nothing about Teyvat, I’m surprised you haven’t hear it before. An unspoken taboo against killing foxes. You now know why, don’t you? As a fox god, I have a sacred duty to protect my own domain. You’re quite lucky to not have killed any. Some travelers have not been quite as blessed in luck, and have ended up very fine statues.

Qiuyue’s troubles: Hm? Oh, it’s nothing. Well, actually�� hey, I promise I won’t make you go on any quests. But it is… annoying, that the old man decided to retire with no prior warning on my part. Now all of Liyue is looking at me as their next Archon, and I have no wish for that. I’m content with leaving them in the hands of someone else, and staying as a minor god in Liyue’s territory. Why won’t they understand that?

Qiuyue’s birthday letter: Today I ventured outside of Liyue, back to Mondstadt. It was refreshing to see old friends again, and I should have done it sooner. I took the liberty of introducing one of my oldest friends to my specialty food, but he disagreed with its taste. The audacity! We ended up playing in the woods together, and I might have done a little damage. No worries, he can fix it! Hopefully… Anyways, have the rest of the food! I thought you might like it.

Received: Candied Walnuts x1, Dandelion Seeds x10. Traveler’s Birthday: Happy Birthday Traveler. I suppose it must mean little to you, as an immortal being like me. The years weigh heavy on a soul who has spent many millennia traveling, only to be tied down with loss. Maybe by your next birthday, I’ll have met your sister. I’m sure she will be just as much of an enigma as you are. To a continued year of existence.

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Heart Pangs - Golden Boy (Part 20/70)

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Summary: Benji attends his first Epomis meeting and learns something unexpected.

Contents: some good old fashioned angst; vore - brief references to fatal

Wordcount: 2,972

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The members of Epomis are varied. Benji meets an old man who’s lost both his daughters to prey contracts, one public and one private. There’s a young woman who rambles to him about the history of preds and prey and how the centuries of disparity means the two sides likely won’t see true equality in her lifetime, but she’s willing to do whatever it takes to get as close as possible to that goal while she still lives.

At some point, Camille introduces Benji to a tough looking man who’s, “been consumed and cut his way out fives times now.” The man explains how he’s been teaching other members his techniques in case they’re ever in a similar situation.

“If you join us, you’re welcome to these lessons as well,” the man offers.

Benji responds with an uncomfortable smile. “Thanks. I’ll consider it.”

The more Epomis members Benji meets, the less accusatory glares he gets, which he is grateful for. Everyone there seems to know and respect Camille. He suspects this gives him a leg up when it comes to winning any sort of approval from the members. However, after a seemingly unending stream of new faces and tragic stories, Benji is ready for a break.

He slinks off to the side of the room and leans against the wall, taking a minute to breathe. A moment later, Camille is at his side.

“So,” she says and Benji can hear the wariness in her voice, “what do you think?”

Benji lets out a slow breath as he gathers his thoughts. “It’s certainly a lot to take in,” he tells her carefully.

“I know,” she replies. “I’m sorry I couldn’t really prepare you better, but you understand now why I couldn’t, right?”

Benji nods. He wouldn’t have wanted to come if he had known more. He doesn’t necessarily want to be here now, though he keeps that thought to himself. Instead he says, “So this is everything you wanted me to see?” He gestures to the people spread about the room. “Everything that would make me understand?” Even as he says the words, he can hear the doubt in his voice. The tales of the Epomis members are moving, but he’s still not convinced.

He thinks Camille must hear it too because she drops her gaze and mutters, “Not quite everything.”

Benji glances at her curiously. “Then what’s missing?”

Camille licks her lips like she’s considering telling him, then she eases back and raises her eyes to the ceiling. “You’ll learn during the meeting. It’s better that way.”

Benji has half a mind to press her further, but he knows Camille. Her mind is set. She won’t tell him anything more. So instead he shuts his mouth and silence falls between them.

After a minute, he feels Camille watching him from the corner of her eye.

“Do you want to talk about being consumed?” she asks quietly.

Benji tries not to balk. “No,” he says more harshly than he means to.

Thankfully, Camille seems to understand. “I know it must have been terrifying,” she tells him softly. “I didn’t even make it all the way down when it happened to me, and I still have nightmares.”

Benji grits his teeth. He hates that he’s spent a decade shoving that memory to the back of his mind and the first time he ever speaks of it out loud is within Epomis of all places.

“It’s nothing,” he cuts back. “It happened a long time ago.”

Camille’s face turns, her lips slightly parted. There’s a calculating look in her eyes and a question on her tongue, but she doesn’t get a chance to ask it.

“Attention, everybody!” McMullen’s voice cuts through the din of ambient conversation. “Please, take a seat. The meeting is about to begin.”

Camille’s face drops so quickly Benji wonders if he’d imagined the look.

“Come on,” she says over the bustle of everyone migrating towards McMullen. “We should hurry if we want good seats.”

It takes several minutes, but finally everyone is seated amongst several rows of plastic fold out chairs. They face McMullen who stands at the front of the room. The wall behind him is illuminated from an overhead projector. The rest of the lights have been turned off.

“Greetings, friends,” McMullen says after an expectant hush falls over the room. “I know it’s been awhile since we’ve been able to risk gathering en masse like this. It’s so good to see everyone’s faces again, including the new ones.”

Benji knows that he met McMullen earlier that night, but seeing him in front of a crowd is like seeing a new person. The air is thick with admiration and respect from every Epomis member, and it’s easy to understand why. McMullen’s presence is assured yet strong. His voice is warm enough that he feels like an old friend but powerful enough that he still feels somewhat out of reach, more like an icon than a real person.

“As our numbers grow, so do our capabilities,” McMullen continues. “Our plans are growing evermore possible. They are also ever changing. For the benefit of old members, as well as the new, I’d like to take this time to explain and clarify Epomis’ goals and targets.”

The projection behind McMullen flickers to life, and suddenly Benji is immersed in a meticulously prepared slideshow that covers everything Epomis stands for, from general beliefs to more specific plans. McMullen lays out the leaders of the country. Links like spiderwebs connect them all, all color coded by importance. The president sits directly at the center.

McMullen’s plan to infiltrate and morph the leadership into something prey dominated is complex. Tasks range from small things like intercepting mail or sabotaging vehicles to more dangerous missions like kidnappings and assassinations. And it’s not just preds he wants to target. He shares a list pred-friendly prey as well. “Blood traitors.” McMullen hisses the name like a curse.

McMullen’s plans make Benji’s stomach roil. Epomis has goals far grander than he’d ever considered, and the way McMullen speaks makes them sound entirely within reach. Benji fears for Camille. From the look he sneaks at her face, he can tell she’s willing to do whatever McMullen might ask of her.

Benji does have to hand it to McMullen. The man is clearly smart, very calculating. He’s gathered information that Benji wouldn’t think was important and weaved it into something useful. Benji watches in gross fascination as brief profiles of important government officials flash across the screen. He learns the governor’s aunt used to have a consuming addiction, that a board member of one of the prey contracting companies has a sister who lives only two hours away.

McMullen pauses in his presentation to look over those gathered. “Of course, these targets are for Epomis as a whole,” he says with a nod. “This here is but one sect of many. I know everyone here understands they have roles on both a large and small scale. I’d like to take the rest of this time to discuss our sect’s local responsibilities and top priority.”

The screen flashes and suddenly there are only two words projected. “The Facility.”

The atmosphere changes immediately. Here the Facility is more substantial a threat than any spiderweb of politicians. Here the Facility is like a haunted house, a ghost tale that only becomes more real the older one gets. The Facility is a tangible force that this sect can fight against, and it’s clear that everybody is willing to do battle.

“Everyone who works at the Facility is evil, of course,” McMullen begins. “It’s the most unorthodox prison in the country, a pathetic excuse for preds to indulge themselves ‘legally.’ Prey are thrown in there for the tiniest of offenses, particularly ones that personally offend any pred in power.” He lets the words sink in as his dark eyes harden. “And the only way out is in the gut of a hungry predator.”

The room becomes restless as several people shift in their seats.

“So we’ll start at the top,” McMullen says, quelling the noise. A new slide fills the screen behind him. It’s another profile, this one featuring a middle aged man with carefully combed back dark pepper hair and cold, grey eyes staring into the camera.

“Simeon Bakula,” McMullen announces. “Head Supervisor of the Facility and our top priority. He’s run the place efficiently and without mercy for well over thirty years. It’s because of his leadership that the Facility has been able to become what it is today.”

Benji feels a chill run down his spine as he reads over the information on the Supervisor’s profile. He’s a Master Extractor and Disposer, his digestion rate is unknown but likely quick and precise, no known home address, no known living relatives, no known leisure activities. The only thing Epomis has on the man is that he’s deadly.

“Taking down Bakula would be a huge victory against the Facility,” McMullen explains. “Several years ago, doing so may have even been enough to severely weaken the Facility as a whole, but unfortunately, about five years ago, Bakula took on a protégé. Intel informs us that he’s been grooming him to one day take over the Facility.”

The slideshow clicks to a new profile. “Felix ‘Lux’ Feuerbach,” McMullen reads. “Supervisor Bakula’s golden boy and our second highest priority within the Facility.”

Benji doesn’t remember moving, but suddenly he’s on his feet. The floor feels as if it’s tilting beneath him. Everyone’s eyes are on him, but he can’t find the will to care.

“Is everything alright, Benji?” McMullen’s voice cuts through the sudden hush.

For several long seconds, all Benji can do is stammer and point uselessly at the image on the screen. He reads the information on the profile as if he’s in a dream, “Master Extractor, Master Disposer, excellent and precise digestion control, current Facility record holder for fastest digestion, known frequent patron of consuming dens.” A home address is listed as well as Mr. and Mrs. Feuerbach’s names and their home address, the same address at which Benji grew up visiting and sleeping over.

“Is this real?” Benji says, the words coming from his mouth unbidden. When he doesn’t get an immediate answer, he tears his eyes away from the screen and turns on Camille, still seated and looking up at him with a pitying expression. “Camille, is this... is this...” Something in Benji’s mind clicks into place. “This is what you wanted me to see?” he breathes.

All Camille can do is nod.

Benji looks back to the picture.

It’s him. Ten years older but definitely him. Felix looks into the camera with a cocky half-smile, a level of confidence oozing from him that Benji has never seen before.

“Benji,” McMullen speaks up, “is there something about Lux Feuerbach you have to say?”

“I—” Benji grips the back of the chair in front of him. “I know him.”

A quiet buzz arises at his words.

“He’s the pred I was talking about earlier,” Benji goes on, not quite sure why, but it’s too late to stop now. “The one who consumed and released me.”

The room goes dead silent.

Next to him, Benji hears Camille suck in a quick breath and murmur, “Benji...”

“You... were consumed by Lux Feuerbach,” McMullen says slowly. “And you survived?”

Benji manages a nod.

“Lux never releases his prey,” he hears someone whisper in the crowd.

Benji grips the chair before him even tighter as he sways on his feet. “I— I need to get some air,” he spits.

Camille moves to stand. “I’ll come with you.”

“No,” Benji tell her, more aggressively than he intends to. “I need to be alone.”

Pushing his way between chairs and jutting knees feels as agonizingly slow as wading through quicksand, but finally he manages it. He all but sprints out of the room. The bouncer at the door shouts something after him, but he ignores it.

The cool night air is a welcome sensation. Benji gasps it in until he feels like he’s standing on solid ground again. He leans against the rough stone of the building behind him. The cold of it further grounds him.

It’s his fault, Benji realizes once he’s able to put more than two thoughts together. He shouldn’t have abandoned Felix at the first sign of danger. His friend had been scared and in pain and Benji had left him at the drop of a hat. He should have stayed. He should have helped Felix work through everything. The risk would have been worth it if it had kept Felix from turning into... into this.

A presence slides in next to Benji.

“I know you said you needed to be alone—” Camille starts.

“No,” Benji cuts her off. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I think I do need the company.”

There’s a long silence between them.

“That’s why you stopped seeing each other,” Camille finally says. “That night when you came home so late and took a shower right away and your cheeks were so red....”

“Yes,” Benji breathes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Benji looks at her. He can still picture her back then. Only fourteen, about to start high school, so young and full of trust.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Then, after a moment of consideration, he adds, “And I didn’t want you to think badly of Felix.”

Camille lets out a biting laugh that makes Benji’s chest tighten.

“Well, it’s a little late for that now,” she says.

“I should have told you,” Benji determines. “Maybe not right away, but after everything with... with the incident. You were alone and looking for someone who understood how you felt. I could have been there for you, been someone you could have talked to. Maybe you wouldn’t have ended up here of all places.”

“Benji.” Camille puts a hand on his shoulder. “Please, don’t blame yourself for my choices. It’s okay. What happened brought me here and here is where I belong. I only wish I knew back then so I could have been there for you. God, after all you went through, and there I was, a dumb freshman, lecturing you about preds and prey and living in harmony when you knew. You already knew far before me.”

Benji presses his lips together. He doesn’t feel like he knows anything anymore.

“How... how long have you known?” he asks. “How long have you known about Felix?”

“About a year.”

“And why didn’t you tell me?”

Camille meets his eyes then, her expression set. “You know why.”

Benji grits his teeth because she’s right. He does know.

“Have you ever tried to make any sort of contact with him?”

Camille recoils, her face darkening. “Of course not,” she says. “And I would suggest you don’t either. I know it’s hard to hear, but the Felix we knew when we were kids... he’s gone, Benji. All that’s left of him are memories. There’s nothing wrong with treasuring those memories, but you need to understand, the person Felix is now, he would consume you and wouldn’t let you back out. And he would enjoy it. He’s not your friend, Benji. Don’t expect any special treatment from him.”

Benji doesn’t reply. He doesn’t trust his voice not to betray the lump in his throat.

“We should go back inside,” Camille says after a long moment.

Benji nods his consent and follows her back in. The bouncer gives them both an odd look but lets them pass without trouble.

As soon as Benji is inside, he’s swarmed by people pressing in on him from all sides, each wanting to know more about Felix, or Lux Feuerbach as they refer to him. Before Benji can gather himself for a response, McMullen pushes his way though, wraps a strong arm around his shoulder, and steers Benji away from everyone.

“I’m sorry,” he tells Benji when they’re free from the crowd’s interrogation. “It’s just that Lux has been such a plague to this community. Our own personal boogie man, if you will. It’s... surprising that you encountered him personally and survived to tell the tale.”

“Did Camille not tell you she knew him?”

McMullen considers this. “She said she knew him as a child, which isn’t surprising considering her age and where she grew up. But she didn’t expand anymore on it than that. She didn’t say she had a brother who we could potentially use against him.”

McMullen looks at him pointedly. Benji thinks he’s expecting a response but his mouth is suddenly too dry to speak.

So McMullen plows on. “I think you sister was right, Benji. You would make a great asset to this organization... if you were to join us, of course.”

McMullen’s gaze lingers expectantly on Benji.

Benji hesitates. “Can I think about it?”

McMullen nods. “But don’t take too long. We need all the help we can get.”

A few minutes later and Benji is sitting in Camille’s car again, heading back to her house. She doesn’t stop talking for a minute about Epomis and all that they’ve accomplished, all that they’re going to accomplish. Benji can barely get a word in edgewise, let alone a chance to convince her to leave.

Not that he thinks he’ll be able to change her mind. He can tell that she’s set in her decision. He can tell that she won’t back down from what she believes. Which only leaves two options.

Leave Camille to her own devices and return to his life the way it was. She’s strong. She’ll most likely survive.

Or stay and watch out for her.

Benji looks at Camille and the way the passing headlights highlight her face.

He already knows the answer. He won’t abandon her again.

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