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just rediscovered the funniest seeker-exclusive FoTR option ever. it's even more official now, caeru simply must get all 7 candles before the end of february, the bit demands it

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[ pat, for achi ] It would have been the 10th year they spent together if he hadn't left. And he was the one who left, so he knew he had no right to be upset, but his heart didn't get the memo. So, the past few days, he found himself staring more at the gift shops, the decorations, everything, thinking of what Achilles would've liked, what would've made them smile, made them laugh. Gods, he loves their laugh. He knows knew all the little things, and it kills him. Thoughts of Achilles wouldn't leave him, so he started writing them, hoping that their immortalization in ink would free his mind from them. It didn't work, but he still carried his journal everywhere he went.

But, one day, he left it behind, and Cú picked it up. The galaxy ranger knew he shouldn't interfere in these things, but... He'll let 'fate' decide.

He didn't say a word to Achilles, but left the journal on their sight. Inside it were written various phrases, some of them just one sentence long, others occupying half a page and more.

4. My love, my beloved, my sea breeze, my foolish hope, my sun-swallowed sky... Do you see the similarities here? Tantalizing and out of my reach, but the truth is that there was (is) no day in which I didn't (don't) yearn to call you mine, just mine, only mine. ... 12. I love you, and I want to tell you. Again and again. Please don't think I ever stopped loving you, don't think I ever loved you any less. I gave you my heart, didn't I? Do you still have it? I know I don't have the right to ask. ... 26. I have another confession to make: I never thought of you as perfect. No. You have always been far from perfect. A beautiful accident, the little piece that's one shade different from the rest of the mosaic, a house fire waiting to happen, every permutation of joy, a thunder failing to strike down a tree, senseless in every sense of the word. Everything about you have always been so goddamn loud, so goddamn gorgeous. ... 38. I hope you can one day understand. I don't, but what I feel matters not. ...

There had been a cloud around Achilles for most of the day. Bar his gruff visit to one of Patroclus' friends earlier in they day, he'd been loathe to spend time anywhere near the town, choosing instead to exist at the barracks where the roseate hue of the day's festival could not afflict his gaze. Through the sea of hearts, blooms and affections he only saw bitterness and agony and the cheery moods of those surrounding him were enough to set his teeth on edge.

Better that he was out the way, dealing with the Fragmentum while young soldiers with hopeful hearts chased their beaus in hope of plans later arranged and smitten individuals could revisit lovers out of his eyesight.

Amongst the endless stretch of white he ran, more akin to the hero Achaea had once heralded him as, stretching himself to be at his best to avoid the need for others to return. His spear was true, slicing down the lingering opponents swiftly without mercy, his lithe form lost in the dance of combat, seeking the relief of each strike made not in rage, but in purpose, until eventually his section was clear and he alone stood with heavy breaths, shifting damp hair from his brow.

A return to camp led to him nodding to a few others around before heading back to his usual dwelling to tend to his trusty spear, ensuring the weapon would be ready to go out again when the restlessness itched beneath his skin and idleness would no longer suffice. He settled into a quiet routine, pulling the stone over the blade rhythmically only stopping once he was content that there was no sharper weapon to be found.

It is upon the return of the whetstone that he notices the journal in his view, his brow furrowing. He owns no such thing, his thoughts are spoken plain or buried within him, no other option offered. Curiosity curls at his mind enough to pick it up and flick through the pages, a hitch of breath as he catches the sight of the writing within, the script familiar no matter how much time has passed.

The pages are folded closed immediately and he clutches it to his chest. He shouldn't read this. The thoughts scribed on these pages belong to Patroclus alone, he ought not invade the one private place he has deemed worthy enough to share to them to. And yet. Teeth clench, lips pressing together as his mind flits from thought to thought. Who had left it here? Not Patroclus. He has never seen it before, so the man himself would not have brought it here. And it was left here...

Impulse gets the better of him and he opens the pages once more, promising himself only one, just to get an idea of what Patroclus writes of now all these years later. It is selfish but determined, coming from the aching soul of one who cannot claim his heart back from him no matter how much it aches. The number twelve sits upon the page, and he reads with baited breath, swallowing as his heart begins to race, the wingbeat pounding so loud it fills his ears. There's no denying who these thoughts are written to.

What was supposed to be just one is forgotten as he devours the contents of the journal like a man starved, page after page consumed until all he can think is the swirl of thoughts he has read, his mind racing to recall each word, his breath short and stuttering as he tries to put together what this means for him. Hope crawls in unbidden like a vine curling around his heart, hooking into him and refusing to relinquish the hold it now has from words that continue to echo in his mind.

A blotch appears on the page beneath him. And another before he realises that he is crying, soft trickles that drip silently from his chin between trembled breaths. Now there is evidence of his trespassing into Patroclus' private thoughts stained alongside the ink. He will be known the moment his heart holds the journal once more and though there is guilt in touching what was not his to hold, he cannot find himself to regret it entirely for without it he would not have the confirmation that he is loved, he is still loved, that despite everything love was never lost.

A part of him wishes to go now with this knowledge, to give into the wants of the heart and sweep Patroclus in his arms. To steal a kiss from those lips he has missed, to wrap arms around the firm form that kept him anchored for so long and to breathe in the feeling of the two of them against one another. But that is a path of impulsivity. He knows should he go now, should he flee in tears emotive and wild, kissing Patroclus in full view of all, it would not solve anything immediately. It would instead be a folly, one of short term satisfaction with the chance to bring them ruin in the future. Their foundations are too shaky for such gradiose gestures, he needs to work with Patroclus to find their path again, not stride ahead and hope the other can stay on his page.

A hand drags over his face as such a decision settles within him. Maturing does not suit him, he was always a free-spirited creature of the heart, acting first and the ramifications of such were for others to consider. But this was too important. This was Patroclus. And to jeopardise it for even a moment would lead to his own undoing. From around his neck he withdraws the metal chain, unclasping the tags, but only to retrieve the second item that sits upon them before returning them to their rightful place, pressed against his chest, reminding him always. With reverance he holds the ring up to the light, twisting it back and forth as a steady breath shudders from his chest.

There has always been love. This object had once felt like a mockery, a tarnished stain laughing at him for believing, a spiteful reminder, a bittersweet longing, but now, now with the knowledge he has gained that quietens and he remembers why he had received this ring in the first place. What it symbolised back then, what it has always meant even if he had been too hurt to see. Another shaky breath passes over lips and he stretches his fingers of his free hand out until he can slip the band back where it belongs, a striking sight against his unadorned skin. He stares at it for a moment, letting the pound of his heart race and quieten in equal measure and then swallows, reaching for the journal and raising it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the cover in lieu of chasing after the man himself.

"When next we meet... make me understand. Help me, heart of mine. Because I am tired of us being on different pages, I long to find you again, for you to know me as you have always known me, for I to know you as you are and not a memory." He lets lids close and swallows, knowing the next time they see each other there will be a fundamental shift and while he cannot say what that will mean, he anticipates that it will be needed if they are to find the path they will need to walk together.

"I never did stop loving you, Patroclus, I never could."

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Crafting the Perfect Italy Vacation: Your Essential Trip Planner

Italy, with its captivating landscapes, rich history, and world-renowned cuisine, is a bucket-list destination for many travelers. However, with so much to see and do, planning the perfect Italy trip can feel overwhelming. That’s where a detailed Italy trip planner can help streamline your plans, ensuring you get the most out of every moment in this beautiful country.

Whether you're a first-time visitor or returning for another adventure, this guide will walk you through how to plan a trip to Italy that’s tailored to your interests and pace.

Why You Need a Detailed Italy Trip Planner

An Italy trip planner helps you maximize your time and budget while experiencing all that this iconic destination has to offer. With its diverse regions—from the historic ruins of Rome to the scenic coastlines of Sicily—having a well-organized itinerary ensures you won’t miss out on any of the highlights.

1. Choosing the Right Time to Visit Italy

The timing of your trip plays a huge role in your experience, from weather to crowd sizes and local festivals. Here's how the seasons break down:

Spring (April-June): Ideal for travelers seeking mild temperatures and fewer crowds. Spring is a great time to explore cities and countryside alike, with lush landscapes and vibrant flowers.

Summer (July-August): The peak of tourism, especially in coastal areas and major cities like Florence and Rome. While the weather is warm and sunny, expect more crowds and higher accommodation costs.

Fall (September-November): The fall is perfect for those looking to avoid the summer crowds while still enjoying pleasant weather. It’s also harvest time, so you'll find a wealth of local produce, particularly in wine regions like Tuscany.

Winter (December-March): If you’re interested in winter sports or a quieter travel experience, Italy’s ski resorts in the Alps and Dolomites offer exceptional conditions. The off-season also gives you a chance to explore cities without the large crowds.

2. Building Your Italy Itinerary

Italy’s diverse regions provide endless options for your itinerary, depending on whether you want to explore ancient ruins, beautiful coastal areas, or charming villages. Here's how to break it down:

Rome: The historical heart of Italy, home to the Colosseum, Roman Forum, Pantheon, and Vatican City. It's perfect for history buffs and culture enthusiasts.

Florence: Italy's Renaissance city is a must for art lovers, offering iconic works in places like the Uffizi Gallery and Michelangelo’s David. It’s also the gateway to the stunning Tuscan countryside.

Venice: One of the world’s most unique cities, Venice is best explored by gondola or foot. Take in the beauty of St. Mark’s Basilica, the Grand Canal, and the colorful islands of Murano and Burano.

Amalfi Coast: For those seeking spectacular coastal views, the Amalfi Coast offers dramatic cliffs, charming villages like Positano, and Mediterranean beaches.

Sicily and Sardinia: These islands offer something different, with Sicily’s Greek ruins, Mount Etna, and vibrant cities like Palermo, while Sardinia boasts pristine beaches and rugged landscapes.

Cinque Terre: Five colorful villages perched on the Italian Riviera, connected by scenic walking paths, make this area ideal for hiking and nature lovers.

3. Set a Realistic Budget

Italy offers a range of experiences, from budget-friendly hostels to luxurious stays. By planning your budget ahead of time, you can make sure your trip is both enjoyable and affordable. Consider the following:

Accommodation: From affordable hotels and Airbnbs to opulent resorts and boutique hotels, there’s something for every budget. Smaller towns or off-the-beaten-path locations may offer more affordable options compared to major cities.

Transport: Italy's efficient train network makes it easy to travel between major cities. Renting a car may be ideal for exploring rural areas, while flights can be a good option for longer distances, like traveling to Sicily or Sardinia.

Dining: Italy’s culinary scene is diverse and delicious. You can enjoy inexpensive meals in local trattorias or splurge on Michelin-starred restaurants. Don’t forget to try local specialties, from pasta dishes to gelato!

4. Must-Do Activities and Experiences in Italy

Italy is full of unforgettable experiences. Here are some highlights to include in your trip:

Cultural Tours: Explore iconic landmarks such as the Colosseum, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and the ancient city of Pompeii. Join a guided tour to get a deeper understanding of Italy’s fascinating history.

Wine and Food Tasting: Italy is a paradise for food and wine lovers. Join a wine-tasting tour in Tuscany or enjoy a cooking class in Bologna to learn how to make traditional pasta dishes.

Outdoor Adventures: Hike the Cinque Terre trails, take a boat tour around Lake Como, or bike through the Tuscan hills. The country’s natural beauty is perfect for outdoor exploration.

5. Packing for Your Italy Vacation

What you pack depends largely on when and where you're traveling. Here’s what you’ll need:

Comfortable shoes: Expect to do plenty of walking, especially if you're exploring cities or hiking in the countryside.

Weather-appropriate clothing: Be prepared for varying temperatures, especially if you're visiting both cities and coastal regions. Pack layers for spring and fall, and don't forget sun protection in summer.

Travel adapters: Italy uses Type F electrical outlets, so pack the appropriate adapter for your devices.

Guidebook or App: Having a guidebook or an offline map can help you navigate Italy’s many attractions.

6. Travel Tips and Cultural Etiquette

While Italy is a welcoming destination, respecting local customs and traditions goes a long way. Here are a few tips:

Basic Italian phrases: While many Italians speak English, learning simple phrases like "buongiorno" (good morning) and "grazie" (thank you) can enhance your experience.

Tipping: Tipping in Italy is not mandatory, but it's appreciated. If service is not included in the bill, rounding up or leaving a small tip is common.

Respect for local traditions: Italians value their history and culture. Be mindful of cultural sites and follow guidelines for respectful behavior.

Conclusion: Start Planning Your Italian Adventure Today!

With so much to see, do, and experience, Italy truly is one of the world’s most captivating destinations. By using a detailed Italy trip planner, you’ll be able to navigate through the country’s many regions and tailor your itinerary to your unique interests. Whether you're exploring ancient ruins, sipping wine in Tuscany, or soaking up the sun along the Amalfi Coast, your perfect Italian vacation awaits!

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Italy Travel Guide: How to Plan Your Trip with Reservationsdeal

Italy is a country that has it all – from the romantic canals of Venice to the rolling hills of Tuscany, the ancient ruins of Rome, and the sun-kissed Amalfi Coast. It’s a destination that offers a rich history, vibrant culture, delectable cuisine, and some of the most stunning landscapes in Europe. Whether you’re planning your first visit or returning for another adventure, here’s a comprehensive guide to help you plan the perfect trip to Italy.

1. Decide on the Best Time to Visit Italy

The first step in planning your trip to Italy is choosing when to go. The best time depends on your interests, but generally, the seasons in Italy break down like this:

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Spring (April to June): One of the best times to visit Italy. The weather is mild, and the flowers are in full bloom. There are fewer tourists than in the summer months, making it ideal for sightseeing.

Summer (July to August): This is the peak tourist season. Popular tourist spots like Rome, Florence, and the Amalfi Coast can be crowded, and the weather can get very hot, especially in the southern parts. However, this is also when festivals and outdoor events take place, and the beaches are perfect for sunbathing.

Autumn (September to October): Another fantastic time to visit. The weather is still warm, but the crowds begin to thin out. Fall is also harvest season, so it’s a great time to visit vineyards in Tuscany or try seasonal dishes like truffles and chestnuts.

Winter (November to March): If you enjoy winter sports, head to the Alps for skiing. While many tourist spots may be quieter, you can still explore cities like Rome and Florence without the crowds, and the Christmas markets in northern Italy offer a magical experience.

2. Choose Your Destinations

Italy offers an abundance of options for every type of traveler, so it’s important to narrow down your must-see destinations. Here are some of the most popular spots:

Rome: The capital is a must for history lovers. Explore the Colosseum, Roman Forum, Pantheon, and Vatican City, where you can see St. Peter’s Basilica and the Sistine Chapel.

Florence: The birthplace of the Renaissance, Florence is home to world-class art and architecture. Visit the Uffizi Gallery, the Duomo, and Ponte Vecchio.

Venice: Known for its picturesque canals, Venice is ideal for romantic getaways. Don’t miss a gondola ride or a visit to St. Mark’s Basilica and the Doge’s Palace.

Tuscany: Perfect for nature lovers and wine enthusiasts. Tuscany is famous for its rolling hills, charming villages, and vineyards. A visit to Florence can be paired with day trips to places like Siena, Pisa, and Chianti.

Amalfi Coast: If you’re seeking a coastal escape, the Amalfi Coast offers dramatic cliffs, turquoise waters, and picturesque towns like Positano and Ravello.

Cinque Terre: A collection of five colorful coastal villages nestled in the cliffs along the Ligurian Sea. It’s perfect for hiking, photography, and relaxing by the sea.

Sicily and Sardinia: For a more off-the-beaten-path experience, consider these islands. Sicily offers ancient ruins, vibrant markets, and Mediterranean beaches, while Sardinia is famous for its pristine beaches and rugged landscapes.

3. Plan Your Itinerary

Once you’ve chosen your destinations, it’s time to put together your itinerary. Italy is a country rich in culture and history, so don’t try to squeeze too many locations into a short period.

1 Week Itinerary: A one-week trip is ideal for visiting one or two major cities along with some day trips. You could spend 3 days in Rome, followed by 2 days in Florence, and finish with 2 days in Venice.

2 Week Itinerary: For a more in-depth exploration, you can add the Amalfi Coast, Tuscany, or even the Italian Lakes region to your schedule.

Longer Trips: If you have more than two weeks, consider adding southern Italy (Naples, Sicily, and Sardinia) or visiting the Dolomites in the north.

4. Transportation Tips

Italy has an excellent transportation network, so getting around is relatively easy. Here are some tips:

Trains: Trains are the most efficient way to travel between cities. Italy’s high-speed trains (Trenitalia or Italo) connect major cities like Rome, Florence, Milan, and Naples. For smaller towns or rural areas, regional trains can get you there.

Flights: If you’re covering long distances, consider flying. Major airports in cities like Rome, Milan, and Venice offer both international and domestic flights.

Rental Cars: A car rental is ideal if you’re exploring rural areas like Tuscany, Umbria, or the Amalfi Coast. Be prepared for narrow streets and the challenge of parking in historic centers.

Public Transport: In cities like Rome, Milan, and Florence, buses and metro systems are convenient for getting around.

5. Accommodation Choices

Italy offers a wide range of accommodations to suit all budgets:

Luxury Hotels: If you’re looking for luxury, Italy boasts some of the finest hotels in the world, especially in cities like Rome, Milan, and Florence.

Mid-Range: Many 3- and 4-star hotels offer great value for money. Bed and breakfasts are also a charming and affordable option.

Budget: Hostels and guesthouses are plentiful, especially in cities with a high number of international visitors. Airbnb is also popular for a more local experience.

Agriturismo: Stay in a countryside farmhouse for a more authentic Italian experience. These often come with home-cooked meals and a chance to learn about local farming traditions.

6. Italian Cuisine You Can’t Miss

No trip to Italy is complete without indulging in its world-famous cuisine. Here are some dishes to try based on the region you’re visiting:

Rome: Carbonara, cacio e pepe, and suppli (fried rice balls).

Tuscany: Bistecca alla fiorentina (Florentine steak), ribollita (Tuscan soup), and Chianti wine.

Venice: Risotto al nero di seppia (squid ink risotto) and seafood pasta.

Naples: Pizza margherita, sfogliatella (pastry), and seafood.

Sicily: Arancini (stuffed rice balls), cannoli, and caponata.

7. Italian Etiquette and Tips

When visiting Italy, a few cultural etiquette tips can enhance your experience:

Greeting: A friendly “Ciao” (hello) or “Buongiorno” (good morning) goes a long way. Italians value politeness and good manners.

Tipping: Tipping is not mandatory, but it’s appreciated. Leave small tips for waiters (1-2 euros), and rounding up taxi fares is customary.

Dress Code: In churches and religious sites, ensure your shoulders and knees are covered. Italians tend to dress stylishly, so you may want to pack a smart outfit for dining out.

Language: While many Italians speak English, especially in tourist areas, learning a few basic Italian phrases will be appreciated.

8. Essential Packing Tips

Pack light and smart. Here are a few essentials:

Comfortable walking shoes (Italy’s cobblestone streets can be tough on the feet).

A lightweight jacket or sweater, especially if you’re traveling in the spring or fall.

A power adapter (Italy uses Type C, F, and L plugs).

A travel guidebook or map, especially if you plan to visit off-the-beaten-path locations.

Final Thoughts

Italy is one of the most enchanting countries to visit, offering something for every traveler. Whether you’re seeking history, art, food, or stunning landscapes, Italy delivers in abundance. Plan your trip well, take your time to explore its rich culture, and, most importantly, savor the journey. For those looking to secure the best accommodations and deals during your stay, be sure to check out reservationsdeal.com website for exclusive offers and easy booking options. Buon viaggio!

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Is Tirupati Darshan Free? Exploring the Sarva Darshan Option for Pilgrims

Tirupati Temple, one of the most revered pilgrimage destinations in India, welcomes millions of devotees every year. Many are surprised to learn that Tirumala Tirupati Devasthanams (TTD), the organization managing the temple, offers a free darshan option known as Sarva Darshan. This initiative allows devotees from all walks of life to have a spiritual experience without financial constraints, ensuring that Lord Venkateswara’s blessings are accessible to everyone. Here’s everything you need to know about Sarva Darshan and how to make the most of it.

What is Sarva Darshan?

Sarva Darshan, or "Free Darshan," is the most popular option for pilgrims visiting the Tirupati Temple. It allows devotees to see Lord Venkateswara without any charges, making the experience accessible to all. Sarva Darshan operates 24 hours a day on most days, ensuring that there’s always an opportunity for devotees to seek blessings, even if they don’t have paid tickets.

This option is particularly valuable for large families or groups who want to experience the spiritual aura of Tirupati Temple without a financial burden. However, with millions visiting the temple annually, Sarva Darshan comes with longer wait times, especially during festivals and weekends.

How Sarva Darshan Works

Sarva Darshan typically follows a queue system. When you arrive at the Tirumala Tirupati Devasthanams (TTD) complex, you’ll find dedicated counters where you can get a free darshan token. This token provides an estimated time slot, allowing devotees to rest or explore other parts of Tirumala while waiting. Once your time slot approaches, you can enter the queue halls.

Here’s a simple step-by-step guide to the process:

Arrival and Registration: Head to the Sarva Darshan counters in the TTD complex.

Collect Your Token: Receive your free darshan token, which will include an approximate darshan time.

Wait in the Queue Hall: Sarva Darshan has large, well-organized queue halls with basic amenities to ensure a comfortable wait. During busy periods, you might need to wait several hours.

Darshan Slot: When your time comes, join the queue leading into the temple’s inner sanctum for darshan.

The TTD provides facilities like drinking water, restrooms, and even resting areas in the waiting halls to ensure devotees are comfortable during their wait.

Tips for a Comfortable Sarva Darshan Experience

Choose Off-Peak Hours: Visiting Tirupati on weekdays or non-festival periods can significantly reduce your wait time.

Arrive Early: Early morning arrivals tend to have shorter waiting times, and you’ll get to enjoy the serene atmosphere as the day begins.

Stay Hydrated and Be Patient: It’s important to stay hydrated and maintain a calm mindset, especially during long waits.

Use Official Facilities Only: Always use the official Sarva Darshan counters and facilities provided by the TTD to ensure a safe and organized experience.

Alternatives to Sarva Darshan: Paid Options

While Sarva Darshan is a wonderful option for those who want a free experience, devotees with time constraints can opt for Special Entry Darshan or VIP Darshan. These paid options provide a faster entry and a shorter waiting period. For those interested, the Tirupati Balaji Package offers travel packages that can arrange both free and paid darshan options, allowing you to plan your visit according to your preferences.

Benefits of Choosing Sarva Darshan

Spiritual Significance: Sarva Darshan is ideal for devotees who seek a humble and traditional experience, connecting deeply with the spiritual essence of Tirupati.

Cost-Free Experience: As the name suggests, Sarva Darshan is entirely free, making it accessible to all pilgrims, regardless of financial means.

Inclusive Atmosphere: Sarva Darshan draws visitors from all walks of life, creating a unique, inclusive atmosphere where everyone comes together to worship.

Enhance Your Tirupati Experience with Tirupati Balaji Package

If you’re considering Sarva Darshan but are concerned about logistics, travel, and accommodations, Tirupati Balaji Package offers convenient travel packages tailored for all types of devotees. These packages include transportation, accommodations, guidance for the darshan process, and more, allowing you to focus solely on your spiritual journey. Whether you choose Sarva Darshan or a special entry darshan, these packages make planning your pilgrimage easier and more organized.

Final Thoughts

The Sarva Darshan option at Tirupati Temple exemplifies the temple's commitment to accessibility and devotion, making it possible for millions to seek blessings regardless of financial background. While there may be long wait times, the joy of experiencing Tirupati through a cost-free darshan is a deeply enriching experience.

For a smooth, organized pilgrimage that respects both your time and budget, consider exploring travel packages with Tirupati Balaji Package. Their expertise in planning Tirupati pilgrimages will help you make the most of your darshan experience, ensuring it’s both meaningful and hassle-free.

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Elevate Your Party: Silent Party Headphones Rental in Delhi

Delhi, the heart of India, pulsates with life, especially when the sun sets. The city's nightlife is legendary, with clubs and bars catering to every taste. Yet, amidst the bustling crowds and thumping beats, there's a silent revolution taking place – the rise of silent parties. And if you're in Delhi and want to host your own silent party, silent party headphones rental services are here to make it happen.

Silent party headphones, also known as silent disco headphones, are revolutionizing the way we experience music and parties. Instead of traditional loudspeakers, these wireless headphones deliver music directly to your ears. This not only provides a more immersive audio experience but also allows party-goers to dance and groove without disturbing the neighbors or violating noise regulations.

Renting silent party headphones in Delhi is a breeze, thanks to several rental services in the city. With just a few clicks or a phone call, you can have high-quality headphones delivered to your doorstep, ready to turn your event into an unforgettable experience. These headphones come equipped with multiple channels, giving attendees the freedom to switch between DJs or music genres seamlessly.

One of the major advantages of opting for silent party headphones rental in Delhi is the flexibility it offers in terms of venue selection. Whether you're hosting a party in a cozy apartment, a sprawling garden, or a rooftop terrace overlooking the city skyline, silent disco headphones adapt to any environment. You're no longer limited by the constraints of traditional sound systems – the party goes wherever you want it to.

Moreover, silent party headphones create a more intimate and immersive party atmosphere. Without the distraction of external noise, party-goers can fully immerse themselves in the music and connect with each other on a deeper level. It's a surreal experience to look around and see everyone dancing to their own beat, yet still feeling united by the shared energy of the party.

Another benefit of silent party headphones rental in Delhi is the versatility it offers in terms of event planning. Whether you're organizing a birthday bash, a corporate event, a wedding reception, or a music festival, silent disco headphones add a unique twist to any occasion. Plus, with customizable rental packages and affordable rates, it's a budget-friendly option for event planners looking to make a big impact.

Silent party headphones also cater to diverse musical tastes, with multiple channels available for attendees to choose from. Whether you're into EDM, hip-hop, Bollywood, or rock, there's something for everyone to enjoy. And with the ability to control the volume of your music individually, you can dance as quietly or as loudly as you like without compromising the experience for others.

In conclusion, silent party headphones rental in Delhi offers a convenient, flexible, and immersive solution for hosting unforgettable parties. Whether you're a party enthusiast looking to shake up the nightlife scene or an event planner seeking to elevate your next gathering, silent disco headphones are the perfect choice. So why settle for the ordinary when you can experience the extraordinary with silent party headphones rental in Delhi? Get ready to dance the night away like never before!

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A Guide on How to Locate Old VODs!

Hello, everyone! 

As you all know, Twitch has a cap on VOD availability where, after two months, a VOD on a channel will be deleted. 

Given that Dream SMP has lasted for longer than two months, with the bulk of the plot now missing, this means that finding old footage can be somewhat of a challenge if you aren’t yet familiar with how to do so!

I get a lot of asks asking me where certain old VODs are, and while I don’t mind these asks at all, I also figured it would be helpful to make a guide post on my methods for locating them so that people can attempt to locate things for themselves too!

There are plenty of ways to go about it, but this is just what I do.

Without further ado, here’s a step-by-step process. 

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Before you go searching for anything, there’s some information that you’ll need to decide on.

What are you looking for?

This one’s a bit obvious, but you need to figure out what exactly you’ll be seeking out. For this guide, I’ll be using the first Dreamon Hunters VOD as an example, as that’s one that people have asked for a lot in the past.

When did it happen?

As a general question, you’ll want to know the basic context of around what time this event took place. We’ll get into specifics later, but it helps to have context. Think: what else was happening at the time?

Well, for Dreamon Hunters, we know that Fundy was wearing his Dreamon Hunters outfit at the Manberg Festival, October 16. Therefore, that event took place not too long before then.

From whose POV?

You’ll need to know which streamers to search under. The first Dreamon Hunters stream was streamed by Fundy and Tubbo. 

Tubbo’s official VODs channel does not include the first Dreamon Hunters VOD, and the oldest VOD on Archive is Festival preparation on October 13. Unfortunately, this means that Tubbo’s POV is lost, so we will be seeking out Fundy’s.

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Now that we’ve got that out of the way, onto the next steps.

STEP ONE: Figure out the exact date.

There are a few ways to achieve this. If you’re lucky, you’ll know the date already -- November 16th, January 6th, other big ones like that. Sometimes you can look at recap posts if they exist for that day. 

But the most reliable one I’ve found, especially for Season One, is actually to use Twitter’s advanced search.

(Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. But it genuinely works pretty well)

Type in keywords that you think would end up in livetweets of the stream. If something specific was trending that day because of the event, that helps as well. For this example, we’ll use “DreamXD,” as that was trending.

Scroll down to the bottom and select a date range. This is where knowing the general time that the event happened helps. We’ll do October 1 - October 16.

There! We’ve found the livetweets! How nostalgic. 

Figure out the earliest date. 

For our example, it appears to be October 7. Note that VOD dates might be a day later due to different timezones.

STEP TWO [Optional]: Figure out the stream title.

You don’t necessarily need this step, but it can often be helpful when scrolling through a large selection of VODs, and since sometimes the VOD dates can be a day off, having the title will give you the most accuracy.

Go to Twitchtracker.com/ [insert streamer name] /streams and click on the date you just found.

From here, we can see that Fundy’s stream on October 7 was titled “THE NEW MANBERG.”

STEP THREE: Find the VOD on a VODs channel or on Archive.

I will be linking a bunch of unofficial VODs channels that I’d recommend at the end. Here we will be using Fundy Stream Archive.

And there we go! We have successfully located the first Dreamon Hunters VOD!

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Now, that was an easy example. Things can get a bit more difficult than that.

For our next example: what if you wanted to find the original Captain Puffy “duckling Dream” VOD? 

When did it happen?

If you remember, this stream happened when Captain Puffy hadn’t yet chosen her alliances between Dream SMP and L’manburg. Therefore, it would have been November or early December, soon after she joined the server.

Using the Twitter search method, we’ll search for “duckling Dream” in the date range November 16 - December 20.

The earliest date appears to be November 29.

Using Twitchtracker, we know that Captain Puffy’s stream on November 29 was titled “Nightime vibing on the Dream SMP!”

Next, since Captain Puffy’s VODs from this early on haven’t been archived to a channel on YouTube, we’ll visit Archive.org instead. Search up “Captain Puffy” 

Be sure to sort by date. This will display the date below, but I’d still recommend you have the stream title on hand as well.

Aaaand

There it is! 

There you have it! A step-by-step guide on how to locate old VODs yourselves!

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What can’t you locate?

Unfortunately, there is content that can’t be found this way.

Tubbo’s August and September VODs, Eret and Jack Manifold’s August VODs, a couple Tommy streams, HBomb’s Doomsday stream, etc., are all missing.

Notably, every so often Sapnap’s Storytime Stream VOD will be rediscovered and passed around as a Google Drive link or uploaded to YouTube before inevitably being taken down again. Keep your eyes peeled and you might see it pop up again.

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Hope this helped! If you can’t locate something yourself, again, feel free to ask me and I can try my best to find it.

Otherwise, happy searching!

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Below is a list of channels and resources I’d recommend.

There is more to be found out there that you can look for yourself, but these are the ones I use most regularly!

Tommy’s official VODs channel

Quackity’s official VODs channel

Tubbo’s official VODs channel (you won’t find much here, but it has some VODs from the summer that aren’t available elsewhere)

Technoblade’s stream playlist

Philza’s Twitch archives

Archive.org (heavily recommended for Tubbo, Captain Puffy, Karl, Antfrost and Jack Manifold)

Dream Team Streams SMP in order playlist (goes up to the L’manburg War)

Karl Jacobs VODs (unlisted playlist)

Purpled VODs

Hannahxxrose VODs

Awesamdude’s official VODs channel

Awesamdude unofficial VODs channel (includes earlier VODs)

Badboyhalo VODs

Skeppy VODs

Fundy Stream Archive

Wilbur VODs

Ranboo VODs

MCYT VODs channel (features a variety of streamers -- you’re going to want to know the specific stream title here)

Dream Team SMP channel (good for locating Tubbo VODs. You will want to know the stream title for this one as well)

Dream Team SMP2 channel

Captain Puffy VODs

Sapnap VODs (older ones)

Eret VODs

HBomb94 VODs (older ones)

Georgenotfound VODs (older ones)

Punz VODs (older ones)

Dream VODs

Dream SMP Archive (a few VODs from five months ago)

Dream’s official L’manburg War video trailer (now deleted off of Twitter)

Bad and Skeppy build a mansion

Jack Manifold’s first day on the server (doesn’t include the entire thing unfortunately, but at least the first hour or so)

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[persepinas]

Loustat fluff.

Just gonna post this here. It’s part of something I’ve been writing for my modern Loustat series. I want them happy because I also want to be happy. Aha.

“Your hair is a complete mess,” Louis admonishes Lestat as he tries to brush his fingers through the tangled mess of blond. “What were you even doing during the show to end up like this?”

Lestat huffs, pouting away in the reflection the mirror allows Louis to see before them. The older vampire huffs again, and Louis can’t help but playfully tug at his hair. 

“Louis!” Lestat complains and reaches back to try and pry his hair from Louis’ hold. "If you don't want to be gentle, leave it alone!"

Louis chuckles, letting Lestat’s messy hair go and slides his hands down, smoothing them across his shoulders, attempting to be comforting. “I’m sorry, baby, but it’s too much of a mess. There’s glitter and blood and… do I smell wine?”

“Champagne,” Lestat corrects him and sniffs. “The band had quite an after party and I had to partake in the festivities. It is not every day you win three awards!”

“And I’m so proud, but, honey, we’re gonna have to… cut it.” Louis is so hesitant as he says it, weary of the reaction Lestat will have. He knows how particular his lover is in his looks and especially about his hair. This won’t go over well. 

“Cut it? Truly? Louis, surely not.”

Louis nods at Lestat’s reflection in the mirror. Their eyes meet, and Lestat’s are full of irritation. “Come on, it’s gonna grow back by sundown tomorrow,” Louis tries to reason. 

“But, you would have to cut it all off,” Lestat whines. "I shall be hideous!"

Louis laughs loudly, the sound reminiscent of barking, and he shakes his head at his ridiculous companion. “That’s impossible and you know it! There’s no part of you that could ever be hideous!”

Lestat pouts away, growing more extreme as the seconds pass. Louis can barely handle how adorable he is, falling harder as he watches his lover behave this way. They’re in such a fantastic place in their relationship and in their life together now. It’s lighthearted, silly, and makes him feel so much younger than the centurion vampire that he actually is. 

“I promise to be gentle,” Louis softly says, stroking his thumbs against the sides of Lestat’s neck. He bends, being kind to press a kiss to the top of Lestat’s head. “Your hair will be perfectly new and unharmed when we wake up. I promise. Would I lie?”

Lestat sighs, his shoulders falling in defeat, in acceptance. “No, no you would not,” he murmurs back to Louis. 

With that now settled, Louis works to get to the task at hand. He leaves Lestat’s side to go to their bathroom, where he finds the scissors and a comb to hopefully make this all an easier process. He knows he is right about this; Lestat’s hair is an absolute disaster. There is no other option than to cut it all away and allow it to grow back during death sleep. 

He returns, Lestat having remained in the same spot, and Louis is once more standing behind him. “Okay, I’ll start now,” he informs his lover. His very adorable, still pouting lover. 

“Did you have a nice time, despite the mess?” Louis asks as he begins to cut away at Lestat’s golden and very matted locks. 

“Yes,” Lestat answers, closing his eyes. “I had wished you had attended the after party with me, but I understand your reasoning. The press has been wild since you decided to become active in your social media.”

Louis laughs. “Yeah, that’s my fault, so I figured I’d keep to myself and stay home. It’s one less article about The Vampire Lestat’s attention seeking boyfriend.”

Lestat scoffs and turns his head, making Louis pause in cutting his hair. “My darling, one, you are not attention seeking, and two, boyfriend? My boyfriend? I had thought we agreed we were married? Husbands? Or do you no longer wish for that?”

Louis breathes deeply, still finding the term a little too much to accept. Sure, they’ve been together for years in the past, and have once more committed to one another in the present. And yes, he does wear a ring Lestat gave to him, but he didn’t propose, even if Lestat had also mentioned not needing to because they were definitely already considered married anyway. 

It’s just a lot to say out loud. Husband? They’re husbands? 

“I can be whatever you want the public to know me as,” is what Louis decides is his answer. 

Lestat smiles back at him, then turns back around to face forward. “Husband it is then!” Lestat happily sings to him. 

Louis laughs again, ignores the warmth at his cheeks, and continues to cut away at Lestat’s damaged hair until it litters the floor and Lestat’s hair is very short. It’s a bit startling to see, since he never has seen such a sight, but Lestat remains as beautiful as he has always been. 

“Hmm, how do I look?” Lestat asks, leaning forward in his chair to peer closely at his reflection. 

“You know you look good,” Louis replies very easily. 

“Yes, I know this,” Lestat agrees and rises from the chair. He turns, to walk right into Louis’ arms and kisses him softly. “But, my darling Louis, how am I looking for you, hmm?”

Louis grins, leaning in closer. His forehead tips to Lestat’s and the contact makes his body hum in approval and in desire to get closer still. “You’re gorgeous, but in a less pretty boy way?”

Lestat chuckles, holding Louis tighter to him. “So I am ruggedly pretty? Am I a stud now, Mon Cher?”

“A stud,” Louis repeats, unable to keep his laughter at bay. “Lestat, you’re honestly ridiculous!”

“A sexy, rugged man,” Lestat continues to say, flirting now. He begins to push forward, forcing Louis to walk backwards. “You cannot resist me, Louis! I am a sexual magnet! Irresistibly macho! Look at me, cast your eyes upon my ruggedness.”

“Oh my God,” Louis laughs loudly right before he ends up falling back onto the bed. He’s laughing harder even as Lestat crawls up his body and straddles him. 

It’s not unwanted. Oh no, this is exactly where Louis hoped they would end up. He just likes to have Lestat believe the ideas are all his. It’s more fun that way. 

“Do you not mean Oh my Lestat?” His lover asks as he descends into Louis’ neck to kiss and nip his teeth at it. 

“Hmm, yes,” Louis sighs, reaching up reflexively to grasp at Lestat’s hair that is currently not there to hold. His hand clenches, then relaxes, and he settles for pressing it to the back of Lestat’s neck instead. 

“Say it,” Lestat whispers against his throat. 

Louis swallows, closing his eyes, and cranes his neck back to allow Lestat more room to kiss and bite at. “Oh, my Lestat,” Louis moans, putting on more of a show to get things moving at a faster pace between them. “My God of sex,” he adds in to really strike Lestat’s ego where he needs it to be. 

As expected, it works, and Lestat purrs against Louis’ neck before biting him.

[dhwty-writes]

On the Benefits of Trancing

This is a bit late, but was in fact written for Day 2 of sgtober, Can't Sleep. It's very fluffy, have fun reading! 

Summary: There are several reasons why Essek prefers trancing over sleeping. Firstly, as difficult as it may be to leave yourself vulnerable for eight hours at a time, he finds it even more challenging to imagine his friends defenceless. Secondly, sleep, inevitably, will give birth to dreams. And no matter if they are foul or fair, they torture him all the same. And lastly, well—.Essek reminisces about the strange habit of sleeping and his even stranger habit of sharing his bed with Caleb whenever he can't sleep.

Warnings: None, as far as I’m aware

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Sleep is a curious thing, Essek muses, that he doesn't understand and hasn't particularly cared for up until this point. It is a childish thing, and wild and vulnerable and oh-so terribly time consuming. Truth be told, for most of his life he has pitied the other races who are forced to bow to the whims of nature in that way.

Like so many things, that changed when he met the Mighty Nein. Well, not when he met them necessarily—back then he may or may not have been quietly plotting their demise for returning his carefully stolen beacons—but certainly when he started travelling with them.

As many aspects of elven cultures are, trancing is a solitary activity, a silent contemplation of one's most private thoughts to better cope with them. Shock and surprise don't even begin to cover his feelings when Caleb first cast his dome and Essek found out that sleeping, as many things for the Mighty Nein, is a rather communal event.

He had eight whole hours to come to terms with those implications—did they not realise what it meant, the trust one had to place in another to sleep in front of them? Did they not care? Or did they, by some miracle, in fact trust him that much?

When he came out of his trance the next morning, he realised some of the members of the Nein had moved during the night, curling closer to and around each other. Cuddling, they called it, and Essek's pity melted away, turning into something more bitter, more poisonous. Envy.

There is something about sitting upright, floating a few inches off the ground while surrounded by people holding each other that can make you feel so incredibly lonely, and that has to say something. Nearly a century of solitude spent between too-large, too-empty towers, too-secretive and too-pious schools, and a too-scheming and too-paranoid court have never left him feeling as isolated and bereft as that morning with the Nein did.

Of course, back then he didn't have the words to describe the feelings swirling in his chest. Nor did he have the words to ask for them to include him in their affections, lest he be presumptuous. That, to quote Caleb Widogast, takes time. Surprisingly little of it, if he is perfectly honest.

A few months down the line, he stopped floating while trancing and when he resurfaced the next morning, he found himself leaning against Fjord, who had taken the last watch. When he jerked away in embarrassment, Fjord blinked awake, too, a disgruntled look on his face, growling that he should stop moving around so much.

Despite his shame, Essek complied and held completely still until the rest of the Nein woke up. After that, he began to dabble into the casual intimacy his friends share. He even tried to sleep, occasionally.

In the beginning, he felt very self-conscious about it. He would wake up with messy hair, or drool on his pillow, or, worst of all, tucked close to Caleb. Another effect of the Mighty Nein, though, is that they very quickly rid you of your sense of shame. So, he no longer cares if he looks a mess, if his clothes are rumpled, or if he's getting spit on Veth's backpack. Just the last thing he can't help but feel embarrassed about.

There are several reasons why he still prefers trancing, though. Firstly, as difficult as it may be to leave yourself vulnerable for eight hours at a time, he finds it even more challenging to imagine his friends defenceless. He much prefers being able to watch over them for at least half of that time.

Secondly, sleep, inevitably, will give birth to dreams. And if sleep is childish, wild, and vulnerable, dreams are tenfold so. He often contemplates his crimes during his trances, as well as the discarded timelines, the lost possibilities that could have led to even more death, destruction, and despair. He frequently considers members of the Assembly lording their victory over him, disposing of him, torturing his friends. However, in his trance, he can choose to abandon these timelines. Dreams offer no such luxury. Once in their cruel grasp, you have no choice but to see them through.

Nightmares are one thing, but dreams are another. Even the pleasant ones often come unbidden, worming themselves through his subconscious to pluck out— What exactly Essek should call them, he isn't sure. He wouldn't dare name them wishes or hopes, for that would imply a certain level of possibility for them to come true. These visions are desires, more like, though that term implies a certain passion that does not fit the circumstance.

These unsought fantasies often include the Mighty Nein, years or decades from now. How they would still seek him out, include him in their midst. He dreams of feasts and festivals, of hugs and humour, of truthfulness and trust. And then there are other, even more forbidden dreams featuring him and Caleb. He dreams of soft kisses and gentle caresses, lazy nights spent in the tower reading books, of research and adventures and normalcy, of waking up as close to each other every day as they do from time to time on accident. He would love his future to look like this, but he knows there is a very little chance for that.

So, no matter if the dreams are foul or fair, they torture him all the same.

And lastly, well—

There is a knock on his door and Essek's heart lurches. "Come in," he calls as calmly as he can manage, forcing himself to slowly close the book he hasn't been reading instead of slamming it shut and scrambling to his feet.

The door opens silently, as all doors within the tower do, and Caleb slips inside. He's wearing simple sleeping clothes and Essek silently curses himself for already closing the book, so he can't even pretend to read that instead. "I, ah— I'm sorry for intruding... again," Caleb says, self-consciously tugging at his sleeves. "I hope I didn't wake you?"

"Not at all," he answers, barely keeping himself from saying: 'I was waiting up.' Instead, he opts for: "I was still reading."

"Anything interesting?"

"Are you trying to tell me that you have stored uninteresting books in your mind, Caleb Widogast?"

"Plenty," he deadpans and Essek chuckles.

"It's called The Creation of Silver." He turns the plain cover over to Caleb, to jog his memory. Based on what he could gather by skimming the first pages, it promises to be a rather run of the mill romance novel following the story of a Dwendalian noble trying to escape their arranged marriage. "So far, I find it quite entertaining."

"Ah, yes." Caleb quickly glances away, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. "Have you reached the part where Stefan leaves for the city yet?"

"I have not."

"Then I will not spoil you." Another tug on his sleeve. "The plot really picks up at that point."

Essek tilts his head to the side, studying Caleb. According to the clock in his room, it is past midnight, which is quite late for the human to still be awake. Yet, he is just hovering in his doorway, caught between stepping inside and leaving again. "I presume you did not come here to discuss my evening reading matter."

"Ah..." He tugs at his sleeves again. "No, I did not." As always, Caleb is as incapable of voicing his needs as Essek is.

Thankfully, Essek is not nearly as apprehensive when it comes to his friends' well-being as he is when his own is concerned. "Should you have trouble sleeping, you know you are more than welcome to stay. Seeing as we are to make progress tomorrow, I am very invested in you having a restful night."

Not being able to sleep is another thing about that practice that Essek cannot understand. Trancing is a matter of will, discipline, and tranquillity and he's always assumed sleep to be the same. He supposes it is, to some degree.

But travelling with the Mighty Nein, and Caleb specifically, has taught him that you cannot force sleep. There are circumstances under which they will toss and turn for hours, unable to find rest. Not even Beau's meditation, which he considered relatively close to his trance, seemed capable to calm a disturbed mind enough for sleep.

He has, however, also discovered that for certain members of the Mighty Nein, certain methods will accomplish the necessary peace of mind. Caduceus' tea appears to be able to work miracles, time and time again. Beauregard likes to tire herself out by running drills, while Jester usually draws in her sketchbook. Yasha tends to make flower crowns or, lacking flowers, braid other people's hair. Essek has been subjected to that numerous times so far and despite his aversion to Dynasty braids, he doesn't hate it. Fjord usually ties sailor's knots, and Veth sorts through her various collections.

Caleb, though? Caleb, for some reason, only needs another person to fall asleep next to. And for some reason, despite the numerous options he has, he chooses Essek more often than not. Not that he's complaining, of course. In fact, he may enjoy it a little too much.

Caleb laughs quietly as he often does at their antics. They have long since learned the rules to this strange game they are playing. "Well, if you put it like this..." he says as he rids himself of his slippers—Hausschuhe, he has explained to Essek, a very important part of Zemnian culture—and puts them next to Essek's. "I would hate to disappoint you, Herr Thelyss."

'You couldn't,' he thinks as he pulls back the covers. Instead, he says: "Indeed." As always, he freezes in place when Caleb joins him on the bed, scooting closer until they are nearly touching. Being this close to each other is not getting any less mortifying, no matter how long it has been since Caleb first came knocking on his door.

He still remembers that night in vivid detail. As so often, Essek has been reading and just got up to get a cup of tea. When he stepped out of his rooms, he nearly collided with a wizard who had convinced himself that his suffering wasn’t important enough to trouble him with. “Do you want to come in?” he said to his own surprise. To his even bigger surprise, Caleb accepted.

They sat on Essek’s couch and talked about everything and nothing at once. Hours later, with his throat gone dry, Essek asked: “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” The moments the words left his mouth he knew he’d said something wrong.

Caleb shot to his feet as if burned and Essek followed suit. “I am so sorry, friend. I will not continue to disturb you any—”

“Where are you going?” he interrupted him, perhaps a little irritated. “Give me some credit, Caleb Widogast; I am capable of far subtler ways to rid myself of an unwelcome visitor. Which you are not.”

He laughed self-consciously and said: “Regardless, I should go and rest. Schlaf gut, Herr Thelyss.”

“You could stay,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. “I mean—I noticed your sleep to be more restful when you are around others. I am aware that I am not your first choice, but since the others are not here—You’re welcome to stay, if it at all helps.”

Caleb hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Certainly.”

“In Ordnung,” he answered finally. Essek is still glad he had thought to float for that conversation. That way, at least, his knees didn’t give out.

A short discussion about who should take the bed followed before they stubbornly agreed to share it. Essek came to regret that immediately after when he was confronted with the practical implications of ‘sharing a bed’.

“Make yourself at home,” he said. Caleb took some time to rearrange the pillows and blankets—just like he does now—while Essek hovered nearby. Literally.

It took several reminders from Caleb for Essek to not instinctively recast his floating cantrip, but eventually they managed to lie down next to each other with a minimal amount of awkwardness. They have moved past that initial apprehensiveness by now, Essek thinks while he pretends to read. Shortly after, Caleb flops down, close enough that Essek can feel his breath ghosting over his cheeks.

“Good night, Caleb Widogast,” Essek says, stubbornly staring at the pages and nowhere else. "Do you want me to dim the lights?" He doesn't need them anyways; he just likes to appreciate the room Caleb made for him in all of its colours.

"No, I think I would like to read a bit. I am quite fond of that book."

"You are?" Essek looks down to him in surprise. ‘If Caleb tilts his head,’ the thought hits him, ‘he could rest it on my shoulder.’ He just thought it to be one of the countless books Caleb has read in his life, nothing special. "Why?"

He blushes again. "Ah— I think you'll see. The title is more literal than one would assume."

He considers the book once more, trying to discern what Caleb means with his words. ‘Luxon help me,’ he sends a silent prayer. It wouldn’t be the first time for him to pick up a romance novel that turns out to be quite a bit more explicit than anticipated. To think that such a mistake may have happened to him with Caleb so close—He thinks he might just combust from embarrassment.

"Do you mind flipping the page?" Caleb asks with a yawn, startling Essek out of his thoughts.

"Oh, of course," he says belatedly and turns the page. He hasn't read the last one yet, but nor has he read the one before, so it hardly matters. The novel has a rather shallow plot, so he has no trouble picking it up three pages later, and he's done so by design.

“Thank you.” He yawns again, louder this time and burrows down further into his pillows. “Gute Nacht, mein Schatz,” he mumbles and freezes as if he only now realises what he said. He seems to wait for an answer, but when Essek fails to provide a wrong one, he just smiles up at him and says: “Schlaf wohl und g’sund, bis morgen früh’s Kaffeele kommt.”

“I don’t understand you,” Essek tells him just as quietly, “but you can translate tomorrow.” After a moment of hesitation, he adds in Undercommon: “Sweet dreams, my dear. I’ll be here when you wake up.” He quickly glances back at his book before he can do anything stupid. Such as regret his words. Or kiss him goodnight.

Still, with Caleb reading along he does his best to at least somewhat read the novel. It’s a very flowery language, occasionally dropping Zemnian words Essek doesn’t know. Judging by Caleb’s grumbling at least some of them appear to be wrong. The protagonist, Stefan, seems like quite the bore. He does have a strong motivation, he supposes, to escape from the dreary life that awaits him in his arranged marriage. Besides that, and his general cold-hearted demeanour, he can’t discern any defining characteristics.

He finally reaches the part Caleb asked him about—Stefan leaving for the big city—when another character is introduced, presumably his love interest. He appears to be about as compelling as the protagonist, until— Essek snorts quietly. “Caleb Widogast,” he chides softly, “is this a love story about wizards?”

At first, he doesn’t answer and Essek briefly considers the option of Caleb wilfully ignoring him. Then, there’s a barely audible snore. When he glances down in surprise, the human is leaning against his shoulder, soundly asleep. He noisily chews on a strand of his hair, a bit of drool dripping onto Essek’s shoulder.

For a moment he can’t help but stare, a dopey smile on his face. He quickly arrives at the conclusion that something as disgusting as that has absolutely no business being as endearing as it is. But for some reason he doesn’t mind at all.

Moving carefully and slowly, in order not to disturb Caleb’s sleep, he puts down The Creation of Silver. It is getting rather late and he probably should begin his trance, if he wants to wake before Caleb's inevitable departure.

He leans back, wiggling a bit to find a comfortable position. He thinks he's doing a good job of not rousing Caleb until the human grunts quietly. Essek freezes, fearing he may have woken him, but instead of opening his eyes, Caleb just shifts closer to him, throwing an arm and a leg across his lap to hold him tight.

Essek looks down at his... friend with a fond expression. After a moment of consideration, he reaches down to brush the strand of hair behind his ear.  

Sometimes, he feels like he can barely contain all the love he feels for this man within himself. One day, perhaps, he might even find the courage to tell him so.

Zemnian Translations:

Hausschuhe - slippers. In fact a Very Important German thing. Can't wear your normal shoes indoors, so you need special house shoes. Schlaf gut, Herr Thelyss. - Sleep well, Mister Thelyss. Gute Nacht, mein Schatz. -  Good night, my darling. (lit. treasure) Schlaf wohl und g'sund, bis morgen früh's Kaffeele kommt. - Sleep well and sound until tomorrow morning the little coffee arrives. (My Caleb is Suebian now and I don't take criticism. I was writing this when I suddenly remembered this sentence my parents used to say to me and I thought if my sleep deprived brain remembers things like that, it would only be appropriate if Caleb's did too.)

[some-dr-writings]

Izuru, Hajime, and Kirumi x SHSL Military General

Izuru Kamukura:

·       Boring. That was what he had thought of you at first. You had no new talent he didn’t… and yet, despite your fearsome rumors, it seemed all those under your command adored you. He already knew it was not the cliché case of ‘oh you just need to get to know them’ nor you were secretly going about your work in a cult like fashion. No, there was something else, and he decided to snuff it out.

·       “It’s been several days now. If you wish something of me you need but speak, or at the least walk by my side. How much longer do you plan on tailing me?” You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face the man who was but a few paces behind. Both your expressions perfectly stoic, blank. “As long as it takes to find out why everyone loves you. That was my initial objective. But you’re boring. You’re nurturing. Your tone alone is enough to compel others to follow your lead, to not disappoint you out of respect. Now… I want to know why you’re different from me.” You needed but a glance to find your answer. “The difference… I thought a being exactly akin to myself, a person made to be a weapon would already know that.” You walked a few paces, stopping right before him. It was as if he were a statue, not moving at all as you cupped your hand on his cheek, the smallest, softest, kindest of smiles pulling at the corners of your lips. “Good luck old friend. Even with a luck talent you’ll need it.” You then walked away, Izuru following just a few paces behind.

·       “Come now. If you’re going to stick around, work out with me. Surely, you’ve figured out by now that simply observing me, you’ll not get the answers you’re seeking.” Still, Izuru simply stood beside you as you were finishing your pushups atop that mountain with the sky just barely starting to show the signs of a new day beginning. “Why do you speak with me casually, unlike all others? You don’t even speak this way with those you call friends.” “I simply find it natural to speak this way with one so harmless. Just as I find it natural to speak with others in a more formal tone.” “… Harmless.” Hopping up from your pushups you began your climb back down the treacherous mountain. “You find Komaeda to be a weapon of mass destruction, and me, harmless? That’s incomprehensible.” “To you, perhaps.” You kept going for a few moments before deciding to give him some extra help. “You’re an innocent child, myself before I became who I am now, before I rejected the idiotic notion of a weapon being more powerful than man.”

·       He pondered over that brief conversation for a long time. Man being more powerful than a weapon. He knew you were not speaking of how man creates weapons and are the ones who use them, so…

·       “Oh! Hey, Y/N! So, your sidekick finally decided to join us!” The first day Izuru had begun to follow you, you stopped him when going for those nightly training sessions saying he would either participate or go away because you were not going to allow any bystanders. All nights after he’d disappear at some point as you made your way to meet up with Kaito and the others. But he stayed by your side that night, training with the others, giving you and Maki a run for your money when it came to endurance in these exercises.

·       “You’re making everyone uncomfortable just standing in the corner. Come play with us.” Izuru did as told and joined the card game you were playing with your classmates.

·       “Izuru, teach them how to set up the stall, while I take care of matters here.” He helped out your class set up for the school festival.

·       “Huh…” Truthfully you were half expecting Izuru to show up to the beach his usual suit and not swim trunks, let alone playing volleyball with the others already.

·       The others had already left back for school, the field trip long done, but you stayed behind to fit in some of your own exercises… Izuru did as well. “So, finally out of your emotionless emo phase, or are you still insisting everything is boring?” “… I thought by copying you I’d find why we’re different.” “And have you?” “…” He actually thought about it for a moment an answer not immediately puzzled out in his mind. “I’m still gathering information.” “I see.” Seems he was growing up faster than you did, then again you didn’t have anyone to help guide you.

·       For a long time you continued your stretches. “I must admit though, I thought it’d take longer before you’d take this first step.” You stopped, beginning to jog in place, slowly picking up your pace. “This world, with how awful it is, I still find it boring myself at times. But that’s not the good part of it all. Being alive. I’m anticipating to see what you’ll find in people. For me, it’s not a certain aspect of them, but everything. True, humans are creatures of patterns, but focusing on the individual… seeing them as people and not objects, or weapons, or patterns… seeing what they actually are…Connecting… that’s my answer at least, why I gave up being you, a husk intended to be a weapon. Humans no matter how they try, can’t be anything other than human. A human being… strange and funny creatures I find us to be at least.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly chuckling to yourself. “Be sure to tell me when you find your answer. I’m sure someone skilled in more than war will find something I could never hope too, and that sounds exciting to me. But for now, back to training.”

·       Then you dashed away, down the shore, to that brilliantly bright sunset.

·       And he ran. He didn’t even think about it. He was still unsure of what he was doing or what exactly he was searching for, but… something inside him was calling out to you, he just knew he needed to be with you. So he was going to keep chasing after you and perhaps one day, he’d figure it out and finally walk beside you.

    Hajime Hinata:

·       To Hajime, each and every last person who manage to be invited to the academy was an amazing person. How else could they be described? They were individuals who all had already changed the word in some way or another, but there was one individual who arguably made the largest impact to the world, more than any present or past student, the Super High School Level Military General. Nothing of their personage was known, a complete mystery, not even their name. They were solely known for their accomplishments, a child, seemingly appearing out of nowhere quickly rose up through the ranks, becoming a general, and swiftly putting an end to any war they touched. Wars still appeared, but not long and they’d appear putting it to an end with little life being lost, most countries began fighting in less direct ways because of this. What else could they do? The fighting did stop, but not the conflicts that were the root of them. Still, putting an end to so much fighting so quickly was unimaginable to most. Some say their appearance only made conflict worse, some say they saved the world. No matter what one thought, it was undeniable the Super High School Military General left an unmistakable impact that had forever changed the world.

·       And such an amazing person, was the very first friend he had made at the academy, despite him just being a reserve course student.

·       He didn’t even know who they were at first. The school year hadn’t technically started yet, but students were allowed on campus to move their belongings into their dorm rooms and such and that was exactly what Hajime was doing. He didn’t have much, so he was finished quickly and decided to just walk around for a bit. He found himself just looking at the main building off in the distance. So close, yet so far away, just barely out of reach seemingly when he knew deep down, he truly was nowhere close. Then suddenly he spotted something. Not far, just within reach.

·       “Is the vending machine jammed?” “Not as far as I know.” Hajime looked to the machine in confusion, not noticing anything off with it, so why were you just standing before it? “What do you recommend?” Though you hadn’t done much something about how you looked to him, how your voice seemed to resonate in him, he was taken aback for a moment before collecting himself, quickly looking over the options. “Well… I like the orange ramune.” He pointed to it, showing exactly where it was. Not saying a word you placed in some yen and pressed the button for it. How you carried yourself mesmerized him. He couldn’t quite place his finger on why though. It was stiff yet seemed effortless. A rather strange combination to him. Before he knew it you had the drink and… were just looking at it, flipping it around. You had taken off the cap but seemed lost as to what to do next. “There’s a plunger in the cap, you take that out and place it on top where the cap was.” You followed his instructions without question. “Then you push it down, releasing the marble and there you go.” You seemed surprised, your eyes widening a little as the soda kinda exploded as it usually did when being opened. Then you held it out to him? “I can tell you haven’t drunk anything in the past several hours. Take it.” “Oh, thanks.”

·       Your whole demeanor seemed off, somewhat alien. As you got yourself another drink, he couldn’t help but ask- “Are you a foreigner? This soda is rather common in Nippon.” “I suppose one could say that of me.” … Well, that was a strange response. “Seems like we’ve both had a long day. I saw an arcade nearby. Want to just relax and hangout there for a while?” You looked to him in what he assumed was surprise, you didn’t seem very expressive, but he could still see these small shifts in your eyes. For a moment, when he had asked, they seemed to sparkle. “Certainly, lead the way.”

·       The pair of you had a rather fun outing to the arcade. So much of… well everything you seemed unaccustomed too. “What’s this?” “The prize corner? We can win tickets to trade for stuff here.” “Huh… so a transfer of currency, to test skill, to gain a new currency…” Even rather basic things. “How did you do that?” “Do what?” “Make that bubble from your mouth?” “I just blew a bubble with the bubblegum.” “There exists food to blow into bubbles?” Hajime wondered if you grew up extremely sheltered. If that was the case, you were probably from an extremely rich family considering you’d have to pour so much money to get into the reserve course. He felt rather sorry for you. “Have you been to the movies before?” “Never.” “We could go watch some if you’d like, get some more candy and some popcorn.” “I know not if I’d like it, never having experienced it before, but I am curious.” “Let’s go then!”

·       For the next several days Hajime would find you around campus and you’d just go out and have fun in the town. Strangely though, he never saw you at the dorms. He did most often find you exercising so he assumed you just woke up very early.

·       You sat beside him on a bench, passing an orange ramune his way. “So Y/N, feeling ready for class to start tomorrow?” “Yes, I’ve made all necessary preparations and more.” “Still doesn’t feel real that I’m even here, I think it will be a few days till this sinks in.” “… Hinata.” “Yes?” “When class stars… Well, before I ask how schools work, I find a matter more pressing. Will we still spend time together when class starts, like going to the mall, or the park together?” “Of course, we’re friends. Sure, we might get busy with schoolwork sometimes, but we can make time. If you’d like we could study together.” You were silent for a moment, mulling over his words as you took a sip of your soda. “friend…” It was strange to hear that new tone. There was no power or commend to it, it was but a faint unconscious whisper to yourself. “I wonder if we’ll have separate curriculums since we’ll be in different classes.” You knew you’d be in different classes. Maybe you were taking advanced courses or something. That was what Hajime had assumed at least. “Maybe, but we still have break and lunch to chat, we just can’t go out. At least we have holidays.” “Yes, we do have break and lunch. Then you’d be alright if I schedule to spend my breaks with you?” “I don’t mind.”

·       “… Thank you Hin-… Friend. I give you my thanks, Friend. For being my friend… I’ve never had one before. There are so many things I know not, but I intend for you to know I’ll do my utmost to keep improving. You’ve… changed my view on things in such a short amount of time. I find it remarkable.” The new spring breeze rolled past, carrying along the fresh scent of flowers. The sun beamed down, warming the cool world. “Ah, I haven’t done much, but I’m glad knowing our time together means so much to you.” “It’s strange… getting the chance to live as a teenager. Never before have I had the opportunity to be anything over than a military general.” Wait… military general? “For as long as I can recall, I’ve been molded to be a weapon and nothing more. I was the top candidate in the project, which allowed me access, well more so forcibly having me join the army. I believed myself to be unfeeling, emotionless for a time. After all, the soldiers could react with horror and fear at taking life, even celebrating when a battle was won, but I didn’t, to me, it just seemed to be more training. I only ever perceived humans as more targets. That was all my existence was, fighting. But as I was trained to be smart, tactical, I had noticed their reactions. I could not relate to them, but I could sympathize with them. I thought I knew not emotional pain, only physical, but somewhere in my mind I made the connection of physical, mental, and emotional pain as all one in the same. I could not understand them directly, but at the time I knew pain was bad, and so that was what started me beginning to see humans as people, more than bags of flesh. I listened to their stories of their friends, family, and loved ones. I did not understand directly, but I knew then I wanted to protect them, just as they wanted to protect their families, and so I began to think of them as my friends. The project runners soon caught on to my realizing I was human too, and began to torture me to make me believe humans were nothing but bad… bad, good, black, white, they had such an archaic, rudimentary view of life, it’s pitiful. As I realized the humans I worked with were people, I realized those we were fighting were exactly the same. We’re all human, all people, people with causes and more importantly others to fight for… Even if I was but an outsider looking in, not truly able to understand, I knew with all that was thrust onto me I was going to change the system. Be a humanitarian. Save all I could. I would mold my soldiers not in my image, but make them strong enough so they can protect others and themselves even without my leadership, to draw out their true strength from being human… but now…” You looked to the ramune bottle you held. “Before I saw humanity, but now I’ve experienced it, even if but a fraction.” You turned to him, cupping your hand on his cheek, the smallest, softest, kindest of smiles pulling at the corners of your lips. “Simply doing things others do everyday I find so exciting, but something I found with my soldiers, hearing their stories of their loved ones, connecting with them, and now, connecting with you, connecting with other human beings… I think this is the best part of being alive. You’ve shown me the world from a new perspective. I can now finally understand. I had some semblance of it before, but… I was still fighting, not… whatever not fighting is, what you’ve shown me, playing at an arcade and watching movies. THIS is what they were all so desperate to protect. I just wanted them to live, but I didn’t know what being alive was. And so… I suppose I fear us not getting to have our outings as often. This, being friends with you… It’s the most… My vocabulary has failed me, I can’t even begin to describe this, but, I will do whatever it takes for you to not just see, but understand how much I appreciate and treasure all that you have done for me… You are my very first friend after all. I want to treat you right. And I will.”

·       “Wait… so, you’re the Super High School Level Military General?” “That is a title I have been christened recently, but it is not all I am. After all, I’ve more recently gained the title as your friend.” This… was a lot for Hajime to take it. Now he felt a bit weird about telling you so much about his adoration for Hope’s Peak and it’s students, who you were one of, how he wished he could belong there and not just paid to be on the side lines. Yet… despite you being one of those students… he was just talking to his friend… remembering that made this feel less awkward, though a little embarrassing still.

·       It was strange having the stares of his classmates as they just watched him eating with you, to the point you’d often walk around till you found a quieter place to just enjoy your time together in peace.

·       You’d still hangout outside of school, it was both of your favorite time together. You could just be together and be happy without this strange divide that others forced between you two.

ENDING 1:

·       When Hajime befriended Chiaki and her class, he dragged you along, helping you to connect with the others. You both became honorary members of the class.

·       These connections were things you were never going to allow to fade, making sure to regularly keep in contact with everyone even after graduating.

·       With the world having relative peace you retired, working as a personal trainer. You’d come out of retirement temporarily if a new war sprung up, but you always ended it quickly with as little life lost as possible… “Ah, Y/N, you’re back!” “I said I’d be, didn’t I?” Your face instantly flushed a bright red upon Hajime hugging you so tightly. “You took much longer than usual, I thought something had happened.” “A-ah… I…” ... happily returning to your husband and your peaceful life together. This was all both you and Hajime wanted, and you were happy just to be together.

ENDING 2:

·       Even still, no matter how much you tried, you just seemed to be naturally pulled to separate worlds, the staff always causing trouble for Hajime when he’d go to see you, only for you to end up defending him. Moments like these…

·       His mind was a blur, he couldn’t hold onto a single thought, and so he went out for a walk, hoping the fresh air could clear his mind.

·       “Friend.” “Oh, Y/N-” He turned around, finding you were but a few paces behind him. “- you startled me.” You were stoic, standing there stiffly, the only movement was the wind lifting up pieces of your uniform. “You want to talk about something?” “Indeed. The Kamukura project… What’s with that expression, surely one such as I would know of an experiment such as this.” “Y-yeah, I guess so.” “I but wish you to place my mind at ease, after all… I’ve never trained you, you’re not my soldier, I… know not if you’ll be safe on your own, so… I wish to know if you are informed as to what you’ll be doing from kin, one who has attempted to be molded into a weapon as well.” He looked you up and down, searching for something, though he wasn’t sure what himself. Then he nodded. “By partaking in this project, you may never return to now. They may attempt to make you a weapon, but that will not come to be. Friend, should you follow my path, I still will not take you in as a soldier for you have no need of such. They will say you’re someone entirely new, and that you may be. I know not the consequences of one following my path after being allowed to be human for so long. Likely for a time, you will know nothing but fighting, you may have to relearn what it is to be human, is that a process you are willing to go through? It is one I in fact am still stumbling through.” “… Yeah. I know you say all life has meaning, that everyone matters, but… I want to do more!” “And I shall never stop you from any endeavor for self-improvement. That is not my intention here.” You held out your hand to him. “I but wish that after you follow me, you catch up so we may walk side by side once more.” “Of course. Whatever happens next, I know I’ll be alright, I have my friend with me.” Taking your hand into his own he could feel the warmth that seeped through your glove. “Well then…” With an outstretched arm you presented Hope’s Peak. “Shall we be off?” “Yes.”

·       You followed Hajime, but a few paces behind till he stood before those doors off limits to most staff and all students but him. He looked over his shoulder having herd your steady footfalls come to a stop. You both knew you could follow him no longer. This next step he’d have to take on his own, but it was alright, he knew he’d be lost and run after you for a while, but in the end, he’d be someone better, someone who could not only walk beside you, but keep in time and never fall behind. No more chasing after you or leading you around. This time around, you could truly keep in time with one another.

    Kirumi Tojo:

·       Kirumi had met you through Korekiyo, he introduced the two of you thinking you’d make for good friends given how similar you were. You both lived to serve others, to make them as great of people as they could be. Kirumi admired the lengths you’d go for your soldiers, keeping mental and emotional health in mind, not just physical. All you wished was for your soldiers to be even greater than yourself so that together the whole world could be a safe place. Being your maid was something she had considered, but you were perfectly fine on your own, even being able to work on self-improvement without the assistance of others. Surely being your maid, she’d be able to an extent serve and help many others but given you absolutely couldn’t find someone like her to be of use, she became your friend instead.

·       Whenever the pair of you had free time, you’d share stories of the past. On occasion you’d trade advice, but the both of you felt it almost wrong to assist one another. You both loved helping others, but also valued self-improvement above all else which included your own improvement. Both of you were simply so self-reliant any assistance would simply be a hindrance from improving yourself in some way. Even so, your chats together were your favorite. You both understood one another in ways most others simply could not even begin to comprehend.

·       You always spent time with one another when you were taking breaks. Taking breaks was vitally important, even for workaholics such as yourselves. You both would change your schedule so they could align. Often, you’d make a day of it, going out and trying something Hajime had shown you recently such as going for a walk through a botanical garden, going to the cinema, or just lazing about on the beach. These were rather awkward but fun excursions, the both of you not exactly sure how to relax in a way similar to others. Often the awkwardness could looked back on with laughter at how silly it’d look to others.

·       By chance the pair of you had but a short break for an hour or so you’d most often exercise, something light for you like a thousand push-ups or curl-ups and other such things while Kirumi would speak of her past experiences as a maid. One time it’d be how she saved he client from a literal army, the next being about her setting up a whole wedding due to the caterer just being plain awful at their job. You’d so curiously ask her questions such as what catering was or how to bake a cake so you could gave one to one of our classmate’s for their up coming birthday. Kirumi loved answering your every last question, it was one of the few things she could do to truly help you without getting in the way. She’d eagerly teach you any and all skills you were unfamiliar with, and you rather liked knowing Kirumi was enjoying this so much. You’d think of any possible skill you were lacking and asked her to be your teacher and in exchange you’d teach her battle and fighting tactics even she didn’t know.

·       You adored being able to help one another, and you’d search out excuses to do so.

·       “So what you’re saying is you’re out of work.” “Indeed.” “Meet me at the front gate, sixteen o’clock.” That was all that needed to be said for the both of you to be there right on time, down to the exact second. Not a word was exchanged as you lead her down the streets through town. Though you enjoyed your chats with one another, you didn’t speak too often. Speaking wasn’t needed to build a connection with one another. Being together was enough most of the time.

·       “Hey General.” “There you are Y/N, oh Tojo? So Y/N brought you here too, that’s why they’re late today.” Kirumi found herself in a rather cozy building, many people with various injuries, along with Shuichi as well. Most of them sat at one main table where biscuits and tea sat on a platter. “So this is the General’s other new friend. Come in, come in. Everybody’s welcome to the drop-in center. Come have some tea and share some stories.” “The Generals says you have quite the yarns to tell.” Both you and Shuichi knew what was to come next. “If you so wish. And if the tea is low, I shall make more.” Kirumi immediately made herself at home, serving all the ex-soldiers so attentively. You and Shuichi simply started some training while everyone else ooed and awed at Kirumi and her skills in seemingly everything. It was fun for the pair of you to see the others amazed by the girl both of you were used too, no longer surprised by anything she could do, she could take over the whole galaxy and neither of you would bat an eye, to the both of you she could do anything.

·       Due to the both of you being rather stoic neither of you ever really confessed your feelings. After graduating high school you were just together, no matter the distance or time you’d always reunite with one another eventually. Kirumi often worked with soldiers, helping them get back onto their feet after war. You’d do the same when you weren’t fighting. You both were a perfect duo, doing all you could to make life easier for your soldiers and getting them to a place where they no longer needed your help. The pair of you were simply perfect together.

[zsweber-studios]

Sebastian Adrianis DeMarc Jean-Luc Perinal

or

The True-Heir Transmuter

(art by @the-east-art​)

Born to Antoine Leonidas Perinal and his wife Gabrielle Perinal, Sebastian’s early life was one of comfort and ease. Though not rich, his family was never left needing more--even if his father often seemed very frustrated with their less-than-luxurious lifestyle--and even had a comfortable townhome themselves to live in. Sebastian was aware that his father’s older twin brother was rich, having inherited most of the family wealth upon reaching adulthood, but he didn’t care much on this until he was older, around ten years old.

Sebastian had always shown himself to be incredibly bright and intelligent, but he truly blossomed around the age of ten. About that time, Sebastian stumbled upon an old journal that had been left in the attic since Sebastian’s father moved into the comfortable townhome. Upon reading it, Sebastian discovered the true weight and meaning behind the Perinal family name, and the true tragedy in being cut off from the majority of the Perinal family inheritance.

The journal was that of the Perinal family’s founder, Jean-Luc Perinal--a gifted alchemist responsible for his family’s current wealth through his inventing of various potions and elixirs that were now used and sold in various apothecaries and magic shops throughout the kingdom. He was also a gifted wizard, and from his journal entries, Sebastian found a love for magic, and began practicing on his own, in secret.

Unfortunately, his studies of his many-times-great-grandfather’s arcane writings came to an abrupt end when he realized the rest of Jean-Luc’s works were kept in the Perinal family vault, something no one outside of the main family could access. And, because Antoine had been born just a minute later than his brother, he and his family were no longer considered true inheritors of that legacy.

For the first time, Sebastian felt true indignation for the confusing inner-house politics of his own family. According to Jean-Luc’s writings, the person he considered a true inheritor of his will and wealth was someone who followed in his footsteps--someone with a love of magic and life, inventive and investigative, who pushed boundaries and sought the secrets of the universe. In Sebastian’s eyes, he fit the mold perfectly, while the ‘true inheritors’ of the main family were all lazy, too focused on the business, and not one of them with an ounce of arcane proficiency.

From that moment onward, Sebastian made it his goal to prove himself the true inheritor of Jean-Luc’s will. He would follow in his footsteps and become a powerful alchemist and wizard as is ancestor had done, and seek to earn his right to access those ancient tomes.

His father disapproved. Magic was a waste of time, in Antoine’s mind, and Sebastian would do far better to study business and economics, preparing himself to attend the local private school and be groomed into the man his father wanted him to be. Thankfully, Antoine did not have final say in the matter--Gabrielle had taken note of her son’s burgeoning arcane skill, and had already set him up to try for a spot at Nindovia Academy of the Arcane, in the capitol city.

By the time Antoine found out of this, it was too late--Sebastian had been accepted, and would be leaving in the fall of his eleventh year.

Sebastian spent seven years at the Academy, delving into every textbook and spellbook he could get his hands on. He worked hard, burning the candle at both ends with late nights and early mornings. By his seventh year, he was top student in every field--Evocation, Abjuration, Illusion, Conjuration, and especially Necromancy and Transmutation. He was so gifted, in fact, that during the school’s yearly arcane talents festival, he caught the eye of an archmage.

Devexian Yngvelja was an archmage gifted in transmutation himself. He’d heard word of a Perinal at the school, and as a fellow practitioner of the art the legendary Jean-Luc had perfected, he needed to meet the young man for himself. He was certainly impressed, and after getting a chance to meet him offered Sebastian the opportunity to become his apprentice and study directly under him for the next ten years--something Sebastian was quick to accept.

When he returned home to celebrate his graduation and acceptance as an archmage’s apprentice, he found the atmosphere at home odd. Though his mother and three younger siblings were all proud and excited for him, his father was more aloof than normal, and even more embittered over their less-than-luxurious lifestyle. Apparently, his rising through the ranks of the arcane in the capitol city wasn’t good enough in his father’s eyes to pay whatever debt he owed for being raised by him.

There was...a fight. Words exchanged. A door slammed behind a frustrated young man who left in a huff. And bags packed to go by dawn the next morning. Sebastian left to the capitol, and while he wrote his mother often, he didn’t return home for years.

On his twenty-fourth birthday, however, he got word from home. Tragedy had struck the main branch of the Perinal family--a sickness had come and claimed the lives of first the children, then their staff, and finally the head of the house himself, Antoine’s older twin brother. Sebastian returned home suddenly to join his family in grieving and to attend the funeral. His father, as always, was aloof to the situation--but everyone grieves in their own way.

That night, Antoine left to fill the papers necessary to accept the title and rights as the new head of the Perinal family. Sebastian stayed with his mother and sibliings, putting them to bed and helping comfort her, before he finally went to sleep in his old bedroom. His world had changed so fast--in just a few hours time, he would go from simply a Perinal, to a DeMarc Jean-Luc Perinal, the direct descendant and inheritor of Jean-Luc’s will.

Unfortunately, yet more would change.

At around midnight, Sebastian woke to smoke. Pushing himself out of his bed, he found the house wreathed in orange flames, smoke filling the room. He tried getting out through his bedroom door, but it was jammed--something on the other side was keeping it lodged shut. Even worse, he could hear the screams from down the hall, his younger siblings screaming in fear as the fires drew closer. Seeing no other option, Sebastian burst through his bedroom window, then ran around to the front to run back in and save his family.

There was a man out front. Sebastian didn’t recognize him, but he was dressed in dark clothes like a rogue, a hood over his head. The man rushed at him, casting magic to try and overwhelm Sebastian--Sebastian was quicker. It was all a blur, a flurry of spells, but by the end, Sebastian was standing over a cold and lifeless corpse as his family’s townhome, the one he’d grown up in since an infant, crumbled to the ground.

The authorities came quick, and though they were quick to assume the well known wizard had caused the arcane fire that consumed his own home, Sebastian was able to provide the body of a nameless corpse to clear himself. Even so, he couldn’t help but feel wracked with guilt. If he’d been faster, if he’d been stronger, if he’d used a better spell, maybe, maybe he could’ve saved his mother and siblings. Instead, he and his father were the only ones still alive.

Rather than sink down into that grief, though, Sebastian felt resolve settle. Someone had done this. That man he’d killed, he was clearly just a pawn. Someone had wanted his family dead--but for what reason? He didn’t know, but he would find out. As soon as the funeral for his family closed, Sebastian packed his bags once more, leaving his home far behind him, and focused on finding out who was responsible for this.

[guiltysecretpasttime]

Grey Eyes

This is in response to a prompt I received:

camryn-bria I have a Linzin headcanon that there is a secret (airbending) child.  Could you write a one-shot of Tenzin finding out Lin is pregnant after breaking up with her.

I’ll probably put in a better summary, tags or notes later on. But hope you enjoy this 😊 

(So I had too much fun (maybe) with this and it ended up being a two-parter rather than a one-shot, hope this is okay)

Lin/Tenzin pre-canon fanfic | 1 of 2

 Legend of Korra

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Despite what the public thought, Chief Toph Beifong was not a heartless person.

While truly a strong woman, it did not mean she did not have emotions. Family and friends played a huge role in occupying a space in her heart.

Family.

It was precisely because of family why she was pacing in front of the doctor’s examination room.

Toph closed her eyes in worry.

Of her two daughters, Lin was the one most like her.

Her youngest daughter, Suyin, at her current state, probably was who her own mother wanted her to be.

Initially scoffed at and at the brink of being of being disrespected, Toph Beifong later on was reputed to be one of the toughest police chiefs that the region has even had.

She had welcomed her daughter during her second year as a police chief of Republic City. The father, unfortunately, passed.

Lin’s father was Toph’s fellow detective. Toph had just given birth to her and was out of the force when Kanto responded to a call. He was hit and he died.

Since then, Toph promised herself that it would simply not do to miss time at work.

The first few months of raising Lin were particularly difficult. She had then elected to live near her married friends, Aang and Katara.

Toph took it hard – spent time away from Lin for the next months and sent her to Air Temple Island. She eventually got back to her senses, realizing her daughter needed her and had reached back to take care of Lin.

Lin always wanted to be like her mother and the father she barely met. Suyin, on the other hand, well, that was another story.

“Mom.”

Toph’s reverie was interrupted by the soft voice of her eldest child.

“Oh, Lin.”

In Lin’s hand was an ultrasound photo of a child, Lin took her mother’s hand and read out to her the notes on the photo.

Indeed, Lin was the child most like her mother.

 ---

What was he doing here? He has some nerve.

“Aunt Toph?

She tried to ignore the tall bald man in her office.

“Aunt Toph?”

Persistent little bugger, eh?

“That’s Chief Beifong to you.” She felt him squirm and fidget. “The citizens desk is on the other floor. Or have you gotten lost?”

“I, uh, no. I actually wanted to see Lin.”

“Captain Beifong, you mean.”

She felt him flinch. Good.

“I -.”

“Don’t you worry your bald head about it, Master Tenzin.” Aspersion dripping with every word. “Captain Beifong is away on suspension. She won’t be bothering you any time soon.”

“But – no! I didn’t come here to complain or file charges.” Toph could here the shock at Tenzin’s voice. “You didn’t have to – she didn’t need to be suspended!”

Chief Beifong ignored him. “Captain Beifong caused destruction to property – Air Temple Island’s reconstruction will be done soonest – and basically threatened you, a government official. She would have received worse.”

“But -.”

“Is there anything else, Councilman?”

“Uhm, no. I’ll just drop by Lin’s.”

“She not there,” Toph felt the airbender pause at her door. “She’s suspended until further notice; and she been sent away from Republic City.”

 ---

At least that was what the press was informed, to explain away the disappearance of a prominent person

But internally, with the higher ups in the Republic City Police Department, they knew differently. They were told that she was out undercover and they better not try to make contact – or there will be consequences.

Toph was proud of her daughter’s strategy. She had been an absentee mother in the past years. She wanted to make up for it by supporting Lin’s decisions.

Even if it meant no contact with her in the next months.

 ---

Lin found herself in a remote Earth Kingdom town which used to be a Fire Nation colony. She had come to this place years ago in a recon mission and had known that there were a good mix of nations, making it easy to blend in.

Her current mission was not anything dangerous – just another reconnaissance mission to look into whether there was some truth to the formation of a new organization similar to the New Ozai Society, who would seek to undermine the United Republic.

As someone fresh out of her 20s, Lin thought she was (or she should be) fit enough for the job at the local bar. Thankfully, she was able to convince the barkeep to hire her even after telling him of her predicament (she wondered if maybe the man really just needed help so badly). She also figured it was a good place to get in with the locals and, well, the local gossip.

Lin opted to keep her first name (common as it was anyway), rented a small apartment unit walking distance from the city center, and now, had landed a job  (that hopefully placed her in a good spot to fulfill her mission) which paid adequate wages.

She felt she was prepared to start anew – a new job, a new mission, and a baby on the way.

 ---

Tenzin huffed as he consulted his map.

He had gone to Gaoling, to the Beifong ancestral home (that was were Suyin was sent there before anyway. But Lin wasn’t there.

He even went out of his way and chanced a visit to Zaofu.

Su was surprised to see him and, no, she has not seen or talked to her sister in years.

Instead, the airbender got a slap for his efforts (“You idiot! You broke my sister’s heart!” “You weren’t even talking to her! You don’t know what’s with her.” “I knew enough to know that she loves you!”).

He tossed the map aside. He was stumped; he didn’t know where else to look for Lin.

He did not even notice his mother, watching from the doorway of his study, looking at him with concern.

 ---

“Hey, get away from him!”

“Eh! And what’re you gunn’ do ‘bout that lady?”

“I’ll show you!”

“What the -!”

“Scram!”

“Alright, we’re going – we’re going!”

The earthbender turned to the young man on the ground (maybe late teens or early twenties in age, she guessed) who was of Water Tribe ethnicity. “Hey kid, are you okay?”

“I’m fine – didn’t need your help.” The man grumbled, standing up and dusting himself.

“Right.” The woman stated, obviously not believing it as she had just walked across the scene of several benders pulling up by his collar, whether they were mugging him or not, she did not wait to find out before launching some rocks from the road at the thieves. “Of course, you didn’t need help. You had it all in control, didn’t you?” She deadpanned.

The man rolled his eyes. “A truth seer, aren’t you?”

She crossed her arms. “Maybe.”

“No – I don’t think so.” The water tribe man shook his head. “Thanks though.”

The earthbender extended to shake his hand.

“Lin.”

He clasped it with his own.

“Noatak.”

 ----

Months passed and Tenzin had not lost hope in finding Lin, but he had to admit that the hope was fast dwindling.

Twice Chief Beifong had said that Captain Beifong’s whereabouts were none of his business and that she will put his sorry ass in jail if he pried once more.

Neither Chief Beifong or anyone from his family shared any input to the media as to his relationship status. The disappearance of Lin Beifong and the sudden reconstruction of some of the pavilions at Air Temple Island made up much of the chatter and gossip though.

His cheerless disposition just about confirmed everything anyway.

 ---

Meanwhile, in the Earth Kingdom, Lin finally gathered enough courage to send out a letter to Tenzin. She had used a post office’s box from two towns away to ensure that he would not be led directly to her should he decide to respond.

After contemplating on the matter for the past months, and after finally admitting to herself, she decided to give Tenzin the option to be a father to their child.

It was the least she could do. She did not want her (their) child to grow up without a father if he was willing to be there. She knew, she grew up with, the alternative to that.

We may no longer be together, but it does not change the fact that this child is yours as well. I’m giving you this chance – to either declare this child as your own or to simply ignore and disregard this. I am fully capable of raising this child as my own so I am open to giving you an out.

Well then, so the proverbial ball was in the airbender’s court.

Gently, placing a hand on her now visible pregnant belly, Lin knew the waiting game has started.

 ---

In an ill-conceived attempt to raise his spirits, the Air Acolytes of Air Temple Island saw it fit to host a birthday celebration for him. His mother had given it a go signal as she was also at her wits’ end to help bolster his mood. Even the passing of her husband (his father) did not seem to have dragged him down this way.

What Katara did not know, however, was that the press had somewhat managed to get in with the festivities as well.

The papers for the next few days ran a feature on the last airbender’s birthday celebration. They also printed a picture of him with just about any single female he talked to during the party.

This was followed by a steady stream of letters and messages poured into Air Temple Island as well as into Tenzin’s office at city hall.

The first few letters, Tenzin had deigned to read.

But after the seventeenth letter, the airbender, with a furious blush on his skin, went to the kitchen where his mother was calmly instructing an acolyte for tonight’s dinner.

“Mother!”

Katara dismissed the acolyte before turning to her son. “What is it?” She held out her hand to take one of the letters that Tenzin was waving at her.

The waterbender briefly went through the letter. It appeared that –

“They have been sending me propositions!” Tenzin exasperatedly explained, showing the envelopes with addresses coming from different parts of the world. “Ever since the broadsheets and tabloids have been putting in these features about me being single.” He continued to pace in the kitchen while Katara went through the other letters. The content was fairly similar – a Fire Nation noble offering his daughter in marriage, an Air Acoylte from the Eastern Temple sharing her daughter’s knowledge of all things Air Nomad culture, an Earth Kingdom merchant living in the upper ring boasting of his niece… “I’m not interested in any of these, Mother. I just – I just -.” He took a deep breath. “I need to find Lin. It’s only been Lin.”

Katara could believe that.

“I know – Mother, if letters come to the island for me, please send it to my office. I’ll have my secretary handle them.”

And with that, Tenzin swept away, leaving Katara to only wonder and hope that whatever he thought of would truly help him out.

 ---

I see.

So he has made his choice.

Lin gripped tightly the letter she received in response to the one she had sent.

She tried but there was nothing she owed him now.

The earthbender then tossed the letter into her drawer, to be hidden from prying eyes, to try and forget its existence.

 Thank you for your interest but I already have a life partner.

I would like to request for your respect in this avenue and refrain from sending any more letters in this similar vein.

Respectfully yours,

Tenzin

 ---

Noatak knocked on the door one more time.

Lin was nearing her due date and the barkeep had place a notice for a reliever, a substitute while Lin was out.

The Water Tribe man took the opportunity – he had been juggling different jobs in town anyway so what’s one more?

Lin had been showing the ropes to him the past few days and was always ever so prompt so that they have enough time before opening.

This was why he stood at her front door now. The earthbender failed to show up at their regular time and so he worried.

“Lin? Are you there?”

There was no answer.

Something felt very wrong.

He looked to the left and looked to the right. No one was around and so putting his entire weight on it, he hit his shoulder against the door several times until it gave way.

“LIN!”

To his shock and horror, the pregnant lady slumped unconscious at her living room, blood surrounding her at the floor.

Noatak hurried to her, feeling her pulse and closing his eyes.

He had been hiding a secret for so long, no one knew in this new life he had been living. As far as they knew, he was a non-bender – no one had paused to ask, except this woman who had asked him and had graciously not pried further when he said he did not want to talk about his past. He knew she was trying to start a new life, but he wasn’t sure why. She respected him enough as well to leave him to his privacy.

That day when the muggers had almost done him in, he thought that would have been the end of it, revenge be damned. To his surprise, someone did intervene for him.

Enough reminiscing for now though, because now, this woman needed him.

Taking a deep breath, Noatak reached forward his arms, allowing him to feel the push and pull from the two lives in front of him, not in the way his father wanted him to but to save these lives.

 ---

Tenzin was absentmindedly tapping his pen on today’s agenda in the council meeting.

The monotony of his responsibilities to the city barely weighed on him now.

It was the same old routine at the council.

His interest was peaked when the doors opened and a man, who he recognized as Chief Beifong’s trusted secretary, hurried over to the Chief of Police’s side, whispering quickly.

Toph Beifong suddenly stood up, muttering her excuses to the rest of the attendees of the council meeting and left (something about an urgent matter regarding one of her subordinates’ mission?).

 ---

“Chief, it would appear that the Captain has now given birth to a daughter.”

“What! I need to get to her.”

“Unfortunately, protocols still state that no contact be made -.”

“But I’m her mother.”

“Please, Chief Beifong, Captain Beifong explicitly indicated that in her report as well. Everything is okay and not to let you go to her as it would impact her cover.”

Nonetheless, this did not stop Toph Beifong from instructing her secretary to send off a large box of baby things to a remote town in the Earth Kingdom.

 ---

The last airbender quickly made his way out of the restaurant where that farce of a stilted family dinner (that his mother insisted on) was still on-going.

It had been uncomfortable enough when Chief Beifong arrived, nary a word towards him but quite civil with his mother and their visitors. At some point during the meal, the Fire Lord started to pass around photographs of his teenaged grandson and even Chief Beifong was obliged to share photos of her own grandchildren.

Tenzin tried to ignore the longing gaze his mother had on the photographs.

He met the eyes of his brother, who coincidentally was stationed this week near Republic City, who in turn shrugged back at him.

Yeah, that’s not happening. Unless someone comes forward to speak up about the fruits of Bumi having sown his wild oats, their mother would need to wait a little longer to have her own grandchild.

“And who might this be?” His mother brought up a photo of a baby.

“Did Su have another child?” Fire Lord Zuko peered at the small plastic booklet that Toph had fished from her uniform’s pocket.

“Eh?” Toph reached out to get it back, fingers running through the little indentions at the edge, helping her identify the labels on the photos.

Tenzin did not miss the quick panic that showed on the metalbender’s face before it was back to her inscrutable expression.

“It’s an old photo of one of her boys.” She promptly placed the booklet of photos back into her pocket. “I must have taken it by accident.”

As the rest went about their meal, Tenzin could not help but revert to the photograph of the baby. The baby appeared to be a couple of months old and…there was something that was niggling the back of his head about the child.

Conversation went to work, the new policies in the United Forces, the statue of Fire Lord Zuko in Republic City… They were all pleasantries that Tenzin did not want to talk about.

As soon as it was acceptable, he had excused himself from dinner, citing an urgent deliverable from city hall. No one tried to stop him and everyone took it at face value. He had, after all, buried himself into work in the past months in between trying to look for Lin. The airbender simply did not believe anymore that she was merely suspended from the Force after being absent for more than a year now.

Tenzin thought that Suyin Beifong, by now, would have an idea as to her sister’s whereabouts. Recalling their last interaction, however, he rubbed his cheek gingerly in recollection, he felt he needed to soften her up first.

Coming from that awkward dinner conversation, he had an idea.

Her children!

 And that was how the airbender found himself at the nearest open store that catered to mothers that carried items (food, clothes, furniture, you name it) for their children.

Tenzin had a vague recollection on how old Su’s children were. He was unsure, though, as to what do kids at those age need or want. He figured that the store’s clerk would know and headed to the store’s counter, waiting until the clerk finished assisting two ladies in selecting the best bassinet that the store offers.

The airbender leaned on the glass counter, tapping absentmindedly as he was wont to do when waiting --- when he saw a brown box just behind the counter hidden from view of the common customer (it just so happened he was tall and nosy enough to see it). There was a small sticky note that caught his attention:

Monthly order of Chief Beifong.

Why on earth would Aunt Toph have a monthly order at this place when her own children have long since grown up?

Tenzin twisted his neck to peer at the label of the box, to check the address, thinking that maybe it was headed to Zaofu for Suyin and her kids.

To his confusion, it was to a place within the Earth Kingdom.

Tenzin froze.

What if…it was to another daughter and grandchild?

The photograph!

He now realized what bothered him – the baby in the photo was relatively fair-skinned and he was sure both of Su and Baatar’s children were tanned. Su was also not pregnant back when he last saw her so it could not have been a new Zaofu Beifong baby.

Toph Beifong would be hard-pressed to care about children or babies unless they were related to her.

This left Tenzin with only one plausible explanation.

 The airbender then left the store, hurriedly making plans to get to the Earth Kingdom by the next day.

 ----

And there she was – as radiant as the last time he saw her (never mind that it was in the middle of the unleashing of her powerful fury upon his childhood home).

With a pang, Tenzin saw Lin Beifong carrying a baby, accompanied by a tall (and very young, Tenzin thought unpleasantly) man who appeared to be of Water Tribe descent. The two were engrossed in conversation that they missed the airbender who had been staring after them.

Tenzin had arrived at the town square and was about to head to the address he had committed to memory when he saw Lin. He was about to approach her when the Water Tribe man intercepted her. The airbender noted the familiarity with which the two interacted (it felt like the air was being squeezed out of his lungs). The man offered to take what Tenzin assumed to be a baby bag and Lin had easily acquiesced.

He surreptitiously followed Lin, unsure where they were going but not wanting to take the risk of losing sight of the earthbender he had been searching for quite some time now.

As he watched every exchange of the two, Tenzin could not help but feel at a loss. He had tried to think of every possible scenario, of what he would say, what he would do once he found Lin.

But none of the scenarios he imagined prepared him for the reality.

He never did imagine finding Lin as a mother.

He never did imagine finding Lin with a partner.

And she looked – content.

Tenzin felt a pit form at the bottom of his stomach. Could he – should he – possibly ruin this with his appearance?

Call him selfish but…he’ll try just one last time. If there was an inkling, of the slightest chance of a future with Lin --- he’ll gamble it.

For himself. For Lin.

 ---

“Jinora, sweetheart, be a good girl for Noatak first, please? Mama needs to work for a bit.”

The eight-month-old child burrowed herself further into her mother’s arms but nodded nonetheless. “Good girl.” Lin gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead as the younger man hoisted the child, anchoring her to his hip.

Lin had gone back to work on a part-time basis, but more on the management side of the bar (accounting, menu planning, etc) rather than being actually behind the counter, serving the customers like before. The barkeep was pleased with Noatak’s performance during Lin’s maternity leave that he had decided to hire him full-time.

They would usually come to the bar before opening hours, Lin to check on the previous night’s accounting and Noatak with preparing with the rest of the crew.

Lin was scheduled to start with the local bookstore soon on her off-days from the bar.

Today, it was accounting morning at the bar. She would usually be able to have an hour or two of continuous work while the crew would take turns looking after her daughter if she were awake. If not, Jinora would be placed on her sling and Lin could still comfortably work.

Getting out several folders and her writing implements, Lin pulled out a chair near the window, preferring the natural light while working.

She managed to work for around ten minutes when a shadow fell on her work; before she could even raise her head to address who or what was blocking her light, she turned her head to the inner part of the bar as she heard her name being called.

“Liiiin!”

 ---

When he saw the Water Tribe man leave Lin with the child, Tenzin saw his chance.

He took some time to deliberate though; he observed her quietly, soaking in his view of the woman he had let go (and would be claiming back, if she would have him).

He took a bracing breath and entered the bar.

“Lin!”

Lin would look up at him. “Tenzin! What are you doing here?”

He would kneel – “I’m so sorry Lin, I know you have a child, I’ll love her like she were my own – I promise to treat you better than Mr Water Tribe there. Please Lin Beifong please – I regret letting you go, if you’ll have me, I’ll want to spend the rest of my life proving my devotion to you. Please- Lin please.”

Then Lin would get up, maybe give him a slap harder than what Su gave him then give him a hug before making him work for it.

Before he could even say a single word to put his imagined scenario into action, another voice (that he was starting to dislike) rang out.

“Liiiin!”

“Yes, Noatak?” Lin stood up quickly to address the young man, who was carrying a giggling baby at arm’s length. “What is it? How is Jinora?”

Tenzin felt his heart skip a beat, that Lin named her daughter one of the names he wanted for their daughter… well, he was not sure how he felt about it. Maybe he will explore it a little bit more when he was alone but for now…

“I know I helped bring her into this world –,”

Tenzin blinked at the sudden hurt he felt at his chest at this.

“But please, Lin – take your evil spawn away from me.” Noatak thrusted the still giggling child dramatically back at her mother, half kidding and half exasperated. “You know how much time it takes me each more to fix my hair. Then this little girl here,” He tickles her side and Jinora squeals with laughter. “Decides to blow a gust of air to my face – imagine that!”

The airbender heard this and froze.

“I know you said this brat (“My daughter isn’t a brat!”) is part-Water Tribe,” He gestured to his now unkempt hair. “But I don’t think this is a sign of respecting her culture?”

“My daughter is acting fine.”  Jinora kicked her chubby legs as though to prove a point, disturbing the dust on the floor. “And we did discuss this – no training until she’s older. I want her to have a normal childhood.”

“Ok then,” Noatak waved his hand and nodded, obviously agreeing. “Anyway, I’m in charge of family meal today so I better start prepping.” With one last tickle at the baby’s side, he left and headed to the kitchen.

Lin shook her head and called after him “I’ll pack up and get back to the books later!” It would seem her daughter was in a mood today.

Speaking of meals…

Jinora had been tugging at her chest. “Feeding time is it?”

 Tenzin watched Lin smile softly at the baby, a smile he saw rarely, a smile that he only saw between the dark of the night and daybreak, in between sleep and wakefulness as they laid in bed together.

He cleared his throat to remove a lump that was forming, a signal of impending tears.

Lin had forgotten about the newcomer as she angled the baby go position her for feeding when she heard someone clear their throat.

“I’m sorry, how can I help –,” Her eyes met familiar grey ones. “You.”

 ---

There was a lot to take in.

The Earth Kingdom.

Lin.

The Water Tribe man (Noatak, he spat.)

Lin.

The baby.

The airbending baby.

Jinora.

There was no doubt on whose child Lin was carrying.

Tenzin pushed forward at the surprised earthbender to take them (her and their daughter!) into his arms.

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Note: This is part one of two --- ooor we could end it there? 🤷🏼‍♀️ Let me know!

(how do you tag people anyway?? @camryn-bria

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2 of 2 here.

[dragonswithjetpacks]

The Best Thing About Mornings

-dragonswithjetpacks

Summary: Astarion was used to being alone. Stalking dark and empty rooms, sleeping in his own bed, waking without a worry but his own. There was never a time he considered otherwise. Not while sunlight was fatal. But now, things are different. He can not only wake with the sun... but possibly with someone next to him... as awful as it sounds. 

Read here on Ao3.

Ferelith read over them for what felt like the hundredth time. Even then, she felt the chilling touch of apprehension slither down her spine. The lines were raised on his back, prominent against his pale skin from deep and persistent carving. Though it was her eyes that crossed them, she was still familiar with the way they felt when her fingertips slid down his back. She could almost recall in detail the way each symbol was curved just by the touch. Her hands had caressed him enough times during the night that she was certain she could now sketch the scars in her sleep. Perhaps she would have written them somewhere in her little black book if it were not for the regret she felt when she looked at them. There were times she considered that she did not deserve to touch them, to be the gentle trace where cruel instruments were used to curse his skin. Becoming intertwined with him was one thing, but to try and touch him when he was vulnerable in front of her, as he was now, was something she would never dare to do. He would not allow it, or so she assumed. It was likely he would even become cross at the mere suggestion of it. No, the only time she was permitted to feel them was when she was beneath him, engulfed in his embrace with her hands stretched wide across his back so that she could outline every word beneath her fingers. And as many times as she had seen them, read them, and felt them, she could never gather enough courage to tell him what they said. Studying them all the while knowing how oblivious he remained only added to her guilt. They bent between his shoulder blades as he shifted, his arms flexing as he slid his pants over his legs.

“You’re leaving?” she asked, tucking the sheet around her exposed upper body.

She admired his profile as he glanced over his shoulder. He held it there, unable to look at her. Her eyes slid down the shape of his nose to his slightly parted lips. He looked away, feeling her examining his face again. Astarion felt like part of her research as she was always intent at staring into him. She had picked up on his ques, knew when he was lying, and often made him feel slightly uncomfortable with a single glance. As flatted as he was to be known it such a way, it was also problematic.

“Yes,” he replied softly.

“It’s still early,” she said, laying her head on the pillow.

He rose onto his feet, pulling the rest of his breeches to his waste, pondering the idea that she was right. They had not waited very long into the night to seek each other out. And though they had tried to be quiet, he was certain there was a loud rattle as he had slammed her against the door to her room only an hour ago. The others surely knew he was there. But the insatiable feeling in the pit of his stomach told him if he was going to make it through another long night, he was going to need the fuel to do so. He reached over to a stool where his shirt had been thrown- or rather, torn off.

“You can always stay,” she suggested when he did not respond.

This time, he was brave enough to look at her. But the sight made him weak. She was embracing the pillow, the sheet wrapped around her, almost glowing in the moonlight that came from the window. Some of her dark hair flowed over her shoulder. And though she was beckoning him for another enticing round of nightly activities, her eyes looked tired. Then again, she always looked tired. He wanted to crawl back into bed. To entangle himself in her again. He knew if he did, he would be tempted to feed from her. And fighting that urge was difficult enough as it was. Still, the way her pale yellow eyes sparked with mischief when he looked at her… it made him pause as he reached for the buttons on his shirt.

“A fine offer,” he smirked. “But you know I can’t.”

“I meant the night,” she replied, causing him to stop all together. “Once you’ve finished your hunt, you’re more than welcome to make a return. If you wanted.”

An invitation left open for him to decline. In most circumstances, he was quick to turn down such an offer. Astarion was never the sort to watch the sunrise with another. One, because seeing the sun would have meant his death. And two, he was usually gone before he was able to do so. There had been one exception, and only one that had occurred recently. That was the night of the party with the tiefling refugees. And it was with Ferelith. Conscious chalked it up to a long night of drinking and spoiling one another, their minds far too busy to acknowledge the time. Then again, he did recall dozing off on the forest floor with her at his arm. It was nothing like sharing a bed, but more like ending a long and restless night as one would after festivities much like the ones they partook. He had never imagined sharing his sleeping space with another. He had never wanted to. Thinking about it, about being so close to someone willingly for that amount of time without any sort of sexual desire, almost disgusted him.

“I’m afraid I’ve pushed myself too close to starvation, darling,” he shook his head, looking for his doublet to avoid making eye contact. “I’ll likely be out all night.”

The sly yet knowing smile trickled across her face and she rolled onto her back with a sigh. Astarion glanced up to catch her full face in the moonlight. It wasn’t the decline of her offer that bothered her. It was the lie. Still, he didn’t see enough reason to be truthful about not wanting to stay. And he didn’t want to leave her lingering on that thought. He tossed his doublet onto the bed, placing both his hands on the mattress to lean over her. He avoided her face, kissing the side of her neck down to her shoulder.

“Patience, darling,” he purred into her ear. “We’ll get to have more fun soon enough.”

Ferelith’s frustration was well hidden as she turned her head, kissing him above the ear in response to the tender brush of his lips. She was aware she did not have to be vocal to show her emotions with him any longer. He knew her just as well. Besides, her stubborn nature made her agree that showing him that he caused her grief would only make her appear soft; a sentiment she wanted to avoid. It was bad enough he knew how to make her crumble into the palm of his hands. He did not need to know that her want to crumble was growing stronger with each night they spent together.

She nudged him away and when he was pleased with her reaction, he reached over to collect his doublet.

“I’ll try not to be so aggressive next time,” she said as he finished dressing.

“Oh, no, it’s quite alright,” he made his way over to his boots. “I rather enjoy your ravenous hands. Perhaps waiting will be a better option?”

“You tease me any longer than you already have and I cannot promise your safety.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed in thought and eyed her carefully. “Idle threats fall on tempted ears. You best be careful.”

“You best be careful,” she grumbled in a mocking tone as she rolled her eyes.

He stomped each foot into his boots, shooting a warning glance but a teasing grin in her direction. She bit her bottom lip with her finger tracing her chin as she knew the way she often mocked him was enough to start a small fire. It made him just angry enough to please her.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he said sternly.

“Have a good hunt, love,” she slid her hands beneath the pillow behind her head, watching him as he reached for the door.

Turning the handle and stepping through, something didn’t sit right leaving her with those words. He looked back, her upper body sprawled out with that sheepish smirk planted on her face. He shook his head, wondering why he let her get into him. Her eyes were burned into his memory, her laugh echoed in his ears, and her smile haunted his every move. She was but a bad habit that gave him joy in misbehaving. And when she turned to catch him leaving, he gave her a small nod.

“Sleep well.”

Ferelith watched him disappear behind the door. He knew she wasn’t going to sleep well. She never did. She would rest for a few hours, only to get back out of bed to study or read. Or sometimes write. She didn’t need sleep like the others. And even if she did, there were only dark dreams awaiting her.

“Foolish man,” she murmured under her breath, still feeling the aggravation from before but chuckling at his attempt to make up for it.

She looked out the window into the sky littered with clouds. One crawled across the moon, only half full. A few more days and she would have to call on her patron. He had been patient and quiet as of late. But there was usually a reason for his submissiveness. She would learn of his concern when the time came to summon him. In the meantime, she would have to keep working and preparing. Her long nights with Astarion had distracted her and she still had much to do. She tucked the sheet around her as if it were robe and drug her nightstand closer. It would have to act as a desk for the night. And it was going to be a long one.

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Astarion was careful to re-enter the inn. The front door to the bar was far too loud and he knew opening it would alarm the keeper. He did not want to deal with questions or judgmental eyes. Plus, he was certain he had gotten enough blood on his collar to raise concern. And avoiding that conversation, in general, was going to be troublesome if it happened to occur. Instead, he found an open window near the kitchen. His feet were nimble, but as he climbed onto the table under the window, he stumbled as he nearly caught the end of a spatula beneath his foot. He managed to balance himself in the window sill, just at the edge, and hopped down onto the floor before he caused any abrupt sounds. Getting to his room would be much easier, so he figured.

He walked into the small dining hall where the front door remained tightly shut. It was dimly lit and empty, giving it an odd eerie feeling when you looked into it. Rooms that were usually seen full of bustling folk completely drained and dark had a way of doing that. Astarion was admittedly used to this side of things while stalking the night. It was almost peaceful being alone. He circled around to the railing of the staircase, taking one last look behind him to ensure no one was awake and watching. As he was certain he would not be noticed, he took off up the stairs, the wooden planks creaking beneath the tips of his toes. He winced but quickened his pace. The sooner he found his bed, the better.

Rounding the corner on the second floor, he found the hallway lined with doors to be completely darkened. The only light came from the far end of the hall where a small window allowed the moon to shine through. He walked slowly toward it, looking back and forth trying to remember which door was his. He was certain it must be the last one on the left. He could not recall for certain since he had not yet stepped into it. He had been… occupied upon their arrival. In remembering the incident at Ferelith’s door, he paused as he reached it. Her lantern was off. She must have been tired of waiting for him. More than likely, she had not waited at all.

There wasn’t a second thought as he crept past it, looking down and trying to focus on reaching his room. But then something tapped him in the back of his mind. Like an impatient finger would on his shoulder. It felt so honestly real that he turned, looking back to Ferelith’s door. He listened for a moment… but heard not a thing. No stirring. No voices. No footsteps. It was odd, he swore something was making him stop. The poking subsided and he pivoted quietly to continue. He made it to the door, opening it and finding another dark and empty room. He leaned against the frame. The bed was neatly made. Nothing had been touched. And though he wasn’t entirely tired, he knew he needed to rest. But he did not want to.

He looked back down the hall. Her lantern was still off. He thought about her in bed. If she was awake just staring into the dark. No, she definitely wouldn’t be waiting for him. Surely if she was not resting, she was working. Perhaps she would have some ritual to prepare for. Or perhaps she had eaten something delightful and was relaxing with the night and some wine. She did not need a lantern for that. His eyes fell back onto his bed. His bed. This was his room. And his bed. Then why did it not feel like his at all? Why did he feel more compelled, more interested in her room than the peace and quiet he would have in his own? And why was that finger coming back to tap him? As if it were some kind of reminder. What did he have that was so important that just when he had forgotten it, it was there once again to remind him?

Ah… yes… loneliness.

There was a heavy sigh that came from his mouth as he became reacquainted with an old friend. And it was all her fault. She should have never placed the idea in his head that there was even a slight possibility of sharing a bed. Not just for entertaining purposes. But for the simple fact of being there next to him. It was not even an outright suggestion. It was the subtle mention that planted the seed. And now it had grown, branching into his thoughts. And poking him persistently. With the budding idea of feeling lonely… the curiosity of waking up with her… the urge to bed her in the morning. It was all there, bursting like early morning spring.

Ferelith had won. And though he closed his door like it was a heavy burden, he did not feel entirely defeated. For when he went to her door and opened it to see the back of her, something lifted from his shoulders. He quietly shut the door behind him. Slid his boots from his feet, unbuttoned his doublet, and began to unfasten his breeches. The sound of his clothes hitting the floor made her stir, but she had not turned around. He heard her sigh in her sleep, bringing a coy smile to his lips. He crawled into bed behind her, the warmth of her skin exciting him. She had not put anything on after he left. She felt the embrace of him at her waist, pulling her close to his chest and she subconsciously grabbed his arm. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, the side of her face and she smiled as she blinked sleepily up at him.

“Back early?” her voice was raspy as she slowly regained herself.

“I am,” he whispered. “There was a rather large pig in the market. Someone is going to be very upset to find it dead in the morning.”

“Oh,” she said softly. “Shame.”

“We can watch their despair later. It looks like there was a small bakery nearby.”

“I can get some bread,” she smiled.

“My thoughts exactly,” he kissed her shoulder affectionately. “Now, hush. I would like to get some sleep.”

Ferelith chuckled, keeping her retort to herself. She would not ask him what brought him to her that night. It was unexpected, but she would let his own reasons settle with himself. There was no doubt he was unsure why he was there. And that was alright with her. In truth, he knew the reason why he was there. And he held it tightly against him as he told those thoughts to quiet down as well. There may have been a few things he had lied about. But his need for rest was not one of them.

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The sun had cracked just over the edge of the windowsill, bringing the room into a reddish hue. He opened his eyes, as he was still unaccustomed to feeling the sunrise at dawn. He blinked, stretching his arms out as he lay on his back. But stopped as he felt a hand on his chest. Ferelith was still next to him, her head resting on his shoulder. And there was nothing disgusting about it at all. Not like he imagined. Just her. Pressed against him. He lifted his arm gently in an attempt not to wake her. But she was used to waking at the rising sun as well, and the moment her head left his chest, she strained to open her eyes as she rolled onto her back. Astarion propped himself up on his elbows with his head against the wall, looking down to watch her awaken. She blinked several times, looking down at the foot of the bed. Something seemed strange to her as she realized he had not left like she had expected him to. She looked up at him, somewhat in disbelief. And he gave a half-shrug as if he knew. It had been too long for either of them to remember what it was like waking to someone else.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked to fill the silence.

“I did,” she replied. “And you?”

Astarion thought on it for a moment, worried about how he might respond. Surprisingly enough, he had slept fairly well. But he struggled with that fact because he had imagined he would not have been able to sleep at all. She stared as he said nothing. He looked at her, diverting his gaze away for a few seconds, then looked back. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He nodded slightly with another shrug. Ferelith, who did not seem to understand his hesitance but did not care, became utterly amused at his confusion. The grin was slow to start but her cheeks tightened with how wide it had grown. Astarion struggled to hold back his own amusement and together, they began to laugh at how foolish they seemed; two adults who hadn’t the slightest idea of how to handle the embarrassment of the situation.

“Let’s just get dressed to start,” she said, sitting up and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s not,” he leaned over her, forcing her back into the bed. 

“We’ll be late,” she looked up at him, matching his devious grin.

“I… do not care…”

After all, what was the point of waking up next to her if he could not have her the moment he woke? Perhaps… he had been wrong about sleeping next to someone. Or perhaps he had finally met someone he was willing to tolerate enough to share a bed with. Either way, the feeling of her wrapped around him made his thoughts consider that the sunrise was no longer the best thing about his mornings.

[doomedandstoned]

Know Your Scene: Electric Valley Records

~By Peter Willmott~

Electric Valley Records is a name in the underground Stoner/Psych/Doom community that inspires enthusiastic support from every corner. Based in the small island of Sardinia Italy, founder Marco Nieddu started off releasing his own music for the band Raikinas. Now years after Raikinas has joined the great festival in the sky and the label lives on. Now Marco continues to play with 1782 and he has been making serious waves with Electric Valley Records with a stable of great bands and a growing reputation for boutique vinyl, deliciously dark art, and all round killer releases.

Started by Marco in 2014, the label grew over the first few years from a boutique Italian market to take on the world stage and by 2018 was generating serious media attention. Marco’s great art and attention to detail in his releases created a loyal stable of fans - if it was Electric Valley Records you knew it was going to be a great album.

Fast forward to 2021, as Italy slowly climbs out of the COVID-19 mess, Electric Valley Records has a great family of bands who support each other - you can’t underestimate the power of community in helping bands stay strong and keep the fire alive to produce great music. The power of vinyl and fuzz worship has never been stronger! 2021 sees Electric Valley Records take a global position with one release a month in the first half of 2021, including bands from Australia (Amammoth), Chile (Dixie Goat), Cyprus (Stonus), Italy (1782, Cancervo) and more. We can’t wait to see what’s coming next!

We spoke with Marco Nieddu about some of the label’s history.

When did you decide to start Electric Valley Records, and where did the name come from?

The label was born in 2014, with my band at the time, Raikinas, we were looking for a label, we sent tons of emails but we got just two or three replies. I couldn't stand it, so I decided to create my own label just for that band, but as you know Electric Valley has much more than just one band, plus Raikinas no longer exists. (laughs)

As for the name instead, there is no particular reason, that name had been spinning in my head for a long time, so I didn't think twice and chose it as the name of the label.

What do you love about the Italian heavy music scene?

The Italian heavy music scene is really beautiful, there are so many good bands that take out fantastic albums; bands like Ufomammut, Black Rainbows, Elepharmers, Humulus, Cancervo, Atomic Mold, just to name a few, I could spend hours writing.

Also from the point of view of labels it is not bad at all, one of the strongest labels of this genre is Heavy Psych Sounds Records, and it is from Rome, then we have Argonauta Records, GoDown Records and many others.

One thing I love about the Italian scene is the small festivals, people are very interested. In my opinion we are not at the level of other countries such as Germany, for example --but I must say that in our small way we move well -- there is a lot of interest from both the organizer and the public.

What gives you the biggest buzz running the label?

Basically everything! (laughs) The excitement starts from when the band signs through to the release of the album and beyond. This with every single release!

The coolest thing is when you realize bands are going strong, I don't mean sales, I mean, when people start talking about bands, share them on social media, include them in playlists and take record photos. For me the most important thing is that the band is doing well and growing more and more. Before being my job, it is my passion.

What is the special sauce that makes an album an “Electric Valley Records” release?

There isn't exactly a special sauce, each band has its own special sauce. When I listen to new bands, generally, if I like them I immediately realize, as I said before, each band has its own particularity and this is what strikes me, it can be a certain type of sound, a certain style of riff, the groove, the voice and any other kind of peculiarity.

What I try to do is make the listener feel the same feelings I feel when I listen to that particular band. I can't pick bands at random or without listening to them just to make a release, Electric Valley isn't that kind of label.

Marco Nieddu may be the most popular man in the underground stoner-psychedelic and doom community. We reached out to bands on the Electric Valley Records label, and boy were they ready to talk about it, there’s a whole lotta love for Marco and his work over the years!

What attracted you to Electric Valley Records?

Amammoth: We first heard of them through the band 1782 which we are huge fans of. We love their sound and they have amazing artwork. When we were looking into getting some artwork done for our band we looked at Electric Valley and we discovered Marco was the one who did it all. We were super lucky to have Marco do some art for us and it all stemmed from there. We were already fans of the label and listened to a lot of the bands on the label, as they promote a lot of the influential up and upcoming bands of our genre.

Atomic Mold: It was 2015, our first album "Atomic Mold" had just been released. Marco contacted us to find out if we would like to collaborate, we wrote a lot and we decided to make a split. He put us in touch with Mount Hush and in a short time we made a split that had good success and was sold out in a few months. In October 2016 we met with Marco in Sardegna who organized the tour with Fatso Jetson.

Stonus: Well, back in 2019 we were looking for a record label to release our debut album “Aphasia” which was our main aim at the time. The reason for seeking a label contract was to get more reach, release our music on vinyl, more gig opportunities and to learn how things work from a more business/professional perspective. We had 4 or 5 options at the time and Electric Valley Records was the most appealing as we liked the bands that were signed and they do things in a really professional way. Marco is an excellent guy although we never met in person. (laughs) He is always available for questions and he is really flexible and understanding. In a year, we had two releases on vinyl, “Aphasia” and “Séance” and they also have some cool options like tapes. I must say we are very satisfied even though the pandemic caused some delays but what can you do, fans have been patient on their side and we have to thank them for that, too.

Loose Sutures: EVR is one of the best labels in doom, stoner, fuzz rock. Beautiful roster, high accuracy in every detail, respect and personality. For us is more about a brotherhood than a simple contract sealing: we belong to the same island and share the same studio with 1782. We're friends and we all feel friendship with all EVR bands.

Hadewijch: EVR attracted us for many reasons but the first would have to be the great communication back and forth and the complete belief in our vision and Herbal Doom from day one. Marco is a professional and creates an environment where we as artists and our music feels safe and respected. It’s clear that he cares very much about the bands and the music itself and is not afraid to take risks on what he releases in line with a level of quality that has become known from the label.

High N' Heavy: What attracted us to EVR was we really dug their aesthetic, and we were already big fans of Atomic Mold and Weed Demon.

Dixie Goat: We don't know if you can put this (we can - Peter) but the last days of last year we were contacted by Paul from The Cosmic Peddler. He asked us if we had physical copies from our 2nd album (new one) so we said no. Then he asked us if we were interested in releasing the album and if we want to have a label. Our answer was Fuck Yeah! man. We don't care if they want to release our new album on tape, cd, lp, laserdisc, betamax, minidisc, whatever they want! We were just happy that someone was interested in the band and they wanted us to release our music outside our country also considering our difficult times. So that is how it starts. Kinda fairy tale. They have a great roster of bands. Also they released a split including our brothers from Chile, Arteaga. Awesome band, by the way.

Cancervo: We’ve known EVR through friends. We already listen to some bands from this label and we like their works, so we tried to send our first record, when they told us that the song was liked and that we could do something, we were so excited!

Weed Demon: When Marco approached us about signing with EVR we were completely unfamiliar with the label but it didn’t take long to realize that they were headed in the right direction. The roster of bands was killer and label branding was on point. It just felt like a perfect fit for us. They had a little bit of everything, just like our sound in Weed Demon. It also didn’t hurt that Marco is a super nice dude and has always been easy to work with.

Marmalade Knives: I found my way to Electric Valley through Heavy Psych Sounds, and I instantly really appreciated Marco and his openness to hearing new music and growing his label in different psychedelic directions. I think his attitude and demeanor find their way into all corners of the EVRverse. All of the other bands on the label I've interacted with have been super supportive and cool.

Desert Suns: We started working with Electric Valley right when we had finished our latest album Carry On. We were shopping it around to see who would want to release it. Marco was down to put it out.

Wormhog: Since we were determined to release our first LP Yellow Sea on vinyl we had made some contacts with various labels and pressing plants. Electric Valley and Marco showed us right from the start how much they wanted a collaboration between us. Of course, we knew of EVR’s existence long before our release and we were flattered to be part of such a great family with so many great bands! However, what actually attracted us, was that there was a feeling of mutual respect in our communication, right from the start, which was also depicted on our contract. Everything is straight and simple, which was the main reason we wanted to be part of the label, and we couldn’t be happier about it!

Elepharmers: We met the guys from Electric Valley before their label was even founded. Marco was the bass player of Raikinas, we met at a concert, then we shared the stage and beautiful evenings. We also did some gigs in Germany together thanks to him and his band. We appreciate their desire to grow and make space for themselves in the stoner, psych, doom music scene.

What was the most exciting part of your release with Electric Valley Records?

Amammoth: We were super stoked to be working with a label that we were already fans of, and to be on a label that gives a fuck and actually cares about the art and the artists. It was fun working with Marco to design the record cover too, as we really appreciate his art. It was exciting to work with a label that works so hard to expose their bands to people all around the world and we really appreciate them pumping our songs out for people all over to hear. Coming from Australia and being in a genre like ours it is a great honour and privilege to be on a label like Electric Valley, as our music is being heard and reaching places further than we could have ever imagined.

Atomic Mold: Surely to see our records arrive all over the world!

Stonus: Nothing can beat the excitement of releasing your debut album on vinyl and being featured by blogs and magazines all around the globe. We feel very thankful for the feedback and support we received and Electric Valley Records was a catalyst on this small success.

Loose Sutures: Being part of EVR means being part of something getting bigger every year . You realize immediately that this label cares a lot about their bands. You can see it in every step: music, promotion, merch, album covers etcetera. Now we are close to releasing the first single of our new album and we can't wait for it! So excited and proud.

Hadewijch: The most exciting was to have 100 percent freedom with the artwork and control over the release, but still feeling like this was a collective team effort with EVR behind us every step of the way.

High N' Heavy: Most exciting part about releasing through them was they did such a great job getting us out there and fully supporting our ideas. They’re great at working with you on making your release the best it can be. From the music to the art direction and everywhere in between.

Dixie Goat: As we said above, the label has great bands so being part of it's like a dream come true. Also releasing our music for the first time on a label and for the first time on vinyl woooow, we were jumping like monkeys. Pretty happy!

Cancervo: The most exciting part was planning the release and all the technical details of our first album.

Weed Demon: Our last two releases with EVR gave us way more worldwide exposure. It’s difficult for an Ohio based band to gain a following across the pond in Europe. Having a label based out of Sardinia definitely helped increase our fan base.

Marmalade Knives: As this was my band's first release ever, I have to say that each milestone -- each a first -- was very exciting for me. The signing, the selection of vinyl colors, holding a copy in my hands for the first time: it was all exciting.

Desert Suns: Electric Valley had been on our radar for a couple years so it was cool to actually have our second album released by a label from Italy. Electric Valley has been putting out some solid releases from some really rad bands! We are stoked to be on their roster.

Wormhog: Since Yellow Sea is our first physical release, the most exciting moment cannot be any other than the moment we saw our new records in the flesh! The printing and pressing quality are absolutely amazing, and that’s what anybody should expect from a label like Electric Valley Records.

Elepharmers: One thing we appreciate about Electric Valley is that it's a label run by people with so much enthusiasm, people with whom we've created a bond of friendship that goes beyond the stage and making records. Marco from EV collaborated in setting the dates for the 2020 European tour, which unfortunately was cancelled due to the Covid-19 pandemic.

Anything else you’d like to share about Electric Valley Records?

Amammoth: We can’t thank them enough for everything they have done for us as a band. They are one of the best independent record labels in the world and we are super lucky to be working with them.

Atomic Mold: Yes, we are currently composing the new album which we will release with Electric Valley Records. Over time he has built a great relationship with us. We have a lot of trust and respect for the work he has always done for us.

Stonus: For us the whole concept of a release is important, from music to artwork, vinyl colour, special inserts and posters. We like to experiment with ideas and possibilities so we often discuss with Marco things that he has never done before and he is keen to learn and do his research, always offering a solution. We are really happy to be part of this awesome family of heavy bands, they are all amazing artists and people. We can't wait to meet them in person and connect through music!

Loose Sutures: Get Ready for the new album: it's gonna be hot and nasty! We are proud to continue being part of this great family and we are more than sure that it will continue to grow and improve more and more.

Hadewijch: Yes! I think it’s worth saying, even at the risk of sounding a bit cliché, that there is a very positive feeling environment on the label. All the bands are kind and willing to help each other, like a group of friends you know? We’re all willing to help uplift each other and it’s an awesome feeling.

High N' Heavy: And I’d like to say again that the support is real with EVR. Not just from Marco and the crew, but from the bands, too. We constantly refer to it as the EVR family, and it really feels that way. Everyone reps everyone else. It’s a great label, and they continue to grow with new awesome bands.

Dixie Goat: They have treated us awesome since day 1. Always kind and respectfully. We like that and we have just gratitude for the label. We think it's not that easy to sign a band from the end of the world. We have so much love for Marco from Electric Valley Records and Paul from The Cosmic Peddler. Thank you so much, guys!

Cancervo: We found a great family and a good vibe who pushed us to plan our second album still with them. It will come out in the first part of 2022! Stay tuned!

Weed Demon: The thing I love most about being a part of this label is the feeling of family. All of the bands are super supportive of one another. Even being spread out all across the world, it still feels like you are all buds in a local scene. Everyone working towards a shared goal of growing the Electric Valley family and pushing each other’s music and art to the next level!

Marmalade Knives: Just that I'm psyched to continue the working relationship. I'm hopeful that the second Marmalade Knives LP will be released later this year.

Desert Suns: We’ve had a little line up change over the last year so we are writing some new material we’d like to record and get out within the next year and hopefully have the privilege to keep working with Electric Valley Records.

Wormhog: We just can’t wait for our next release together!

Elepharmers: At the moment I don't have other things to tell: there would be many anecdotes related to parties and concerts, drinking beer till dawn and listening to great music.

Highlights from the Electric Valley Records Catalog

Amammoth

Amammoth - The Fire Above by Electric Valley Records

Atomic Mold

Split Atomic Mold / Arteaga by ATOMIC MOLD

Cancervo

I by CANCERVO

Desert Suns

Carry On by Desert Suns

Dixie Goat

There's No Light Without Darkness by Dixie Goat

Elepharmers

Lords of Galaxia (2019, Electric Valley Records) by Elepharmers

Hadewijch

Herbal Noise by Hadewijch

High N' Heavy

V by High n' Heavy

Loose Sutures

Loose Sutures by Loose Sutures

Marmalade Knives

Amnesia by Marmalade Knives

Stonus

Séance by Stonus

Weed Demon

Crater Maker by Weed Demon

Wormhog

Yellow Sea by Wormhog

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Are Netflix Films ‘Real’ Cinema?

Over the course of the past Decade, slowly but surely a silent war has been brewing. One between those seeking to preserve past traditions of the entertainment industry, and those who seek to distribute content on new and more easily accessible platforms. This war that I am alluding to; is between the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and Sciences, and the growing market of streaming services, such as Netflix and Hulu, among many others. The main point of contention being the debate of whether or not films created by these services, are worthy of awards recognition. This debate ties into two other factors, one being whether or not online streaming services can truly replicate the movie going experience. Yet also, with movie theater branches closing down, and more major studios developing streaming platforms of their own; is the line between television and film being erased? 

The first sign of friction between the two camps occured back in 2017, when the Netflix film Okja (2017), debuted at the Cannes film festival. The film was directed by future Academy Award winner, Bong Joon Ho; who was at attendance of the festival to promote his new film, only to be met with a chorus of ‘boos’ by the audience. The negative eruption from some of those in attendance was the result of Netflix's controversial decision to release the film to french audiences, on its streaming service; at the same time as everywhere else. In her article “Netflix vs. Cannes: why they’re fighting, what it means for cinema, and who really loses”; Vox writer Alissa Wilkinson notes that this move angered the union of french theater owners, as french law dictates a thirty-six month waiting period between theatrical and streaming releases. Due to this law, Netflix instead decided to forgo the film’s theatrical release all together; taking away the union members' option to showcase the blockbuster. 

In response to Netflix’s announcement to release Okja, only on their streaming service; that year’s Cannes jury president Pedro Almodovar offered his opinion on the matter. As noted in his article “Cannes: Netflix's 'Okja' Premiere Gets Four-Minute Standing Ovation After Press Screening Snafu”; Chris Gardner of The Hollywood Reporter, cited Almodovar’s claims that any film not shown in theaters was not worthy of receiving an award. Furthermore, the Spanish director’s remarks echo the same concerns of many other members of the film industry; specifically that streaming services can not replicate the experience of viewing a film on the big screen. Many members of the industry and average lovers of cinema in general, feel that movie going is at its best when it’s a shared communal experience. In other words, film’s are best seen when viewed with an audience; who can all share a first time viewing experience.

 Ultimately, this all came down to Cannes festival director Thierry Frémaux declaring that if any distributor refused to release their film in french theaters, said films would be barred from entering the festival’s main competition in future years. The following year, Frémaux restated this promise, siding with theater owners; as Cannes is protective of the theaters union and the movie going experience. The director explained that as they are thinking in the best interest of Cinema culture, and on behalf of all cinema lovers, that it is in the festivals best interest to only accept film’s that have been released in movie theaters. However, as cited by Wilkinson; the director stated that Netflix would still be welcome to play their films in other non-competitive sections of the festival. In response to this offer, Netflix announced they would be pulling out of the festival entirely. Despite the streaming giant’s decision to cow-tow to Cannes; Netflix was far from having given up in their pursuit for awards recognition. 

Starting in the spring of 2018, there began buzz over the prospect of a Netflix film possibly being nominated by the Academy Awards. This in turn, only fueled the debate started at Cannes even further. In his article “Film Critics Debate if Netflix Originals Should Be Considered as Real Movies — IndieWire Critics Survey”; David Ehrlich of Indiewire shared the views of many respected film critics, each offering their thoughts on the matter. One of the many cited by Ehrlich, was critic Matt Zoller Seitz; who feels that the prospect of a Netflix film being considered as an Academy Awards contender, only further blurs the line between television and film. Furthermore, In his article “Why Are Academy Voters So Pissed Off About Netflix’s Oscars Prospects?” Vulture's Chris Lee cites Academy member Peter Bart; who went so far as to say he would openly vote against any film that Netflix tried to campaign. Lee also cited Bart, as explaining that he feels Netflix has used its financial prowess to step into any domain that it pleases; adding that he doesn't want to see the company do the same to the Oscars. 

However, despite the efforts of Mr. Bart, as well as I assume many others; their attempts to shut-out Netflix would ultimately fail. At the 2019 Academy Awards, the Alfoso Curan film Roma (2018), would receive a total of ten nominations; including one in the ‘Best Picture’ category. Becoming the first feature film to be distributed by an online streaming service, to receive this nomination, was already an impressive feat. However the film would still go on to win in three categories, one of them being the ‘Academy Award for Best Foreign Film’. It would seem to the outside observer, that old-school Hollywood had let go of their previous hang-ups on Streaming films. However the reality of the matter was not exactly so; as many would learn in the coming weeks. Soon after the 2019 Oscars, filmmaker Steven Spielberg, an Academy member himself; made headlines when he disavowed the prospect of another streaming film being nominated.

As reported by Anne Tompson of Indiewire, in her article “The Spielberg vs. Netflix Battle Could Mean Collateral Damage for Indies at the Oscars”; the author cites a spokesperson for Amblin entertainment. As cited, this spokesperson explains that it is Spielberg’s position that any streaming film looking for awards recognition should compete at the Emmys. In other words, the director feels that if Netflix films aren't playing in theaters, and are instead being viewed by people in their homes; that they should be considered as television movies. That same week, as reported by Variety’s Mark Malkin in his article “Steven Spielberg Takes Veiled Shot at Streamers, Urges Filmmakers to Make Movies for Theaters”; the writer cites some not so subtle remarks, made by the director himself. As cited by Malkin, adding fuel to the fire while at the Cinema Audio Society’ ‘CAS’ awards; Spielberg spoke to the crowd of filmmakers in attendance, pleading to continue to believe that the greatest contribution that they as filmmakers can give to audiences is the motion picture theatrical experience. 

Soon afterward, the Academy re-convened, as it does every year; to discuss possible rule changes. It was during this period, when director Speilberg presented his campaign to other members of the Academy, in hopes they would join his cause. As Variety’s Brent Lang reported in his article “Steven Spielberg vs. Netflix: How Oscars Voters Are Reacting”; the response from other Academy members was mixed to say the least. In his article, Lang cites Academy member Stu Zakim, who claims that as much as he respects Mr Spielberg as the artist he is; he feels that ship has sailed. In other words, Zakim as well as many others feel that it’s too late to bar netflix from the Oscars, as they have taken such a large role in the industry.

With traditional Hollywood studios primarily looking to finance blockbuster and world event films; Netflix has stepped in with open arms, looking to finance smaller Indie films and dramas that traditionally are seen as being ‘Oscar bait’. In Lang’s article, he cites an anonymous Academy member, who defends Netflix as allowing filmmakers to share their films with the rest of the world. Interestingly enough, this same Academy member who wished to remain anonymous for obvious reasons; had some harsh yet potentially accurate thoughts on why Speilberg has come to his stance on the matter. As Lang cites, the Academy member suggests that as hard as it is for young filmmakers to find financiers to back Indie films these days; he doubts that a man in his position is aware of this, or is even capable of understanding how privileged he is in receiving backing for any project.

Steven Speilberg came up during the 1970’s, a period in which the entertainment industry was in transition. With the studio system finally over, Hollywood was presented with a shake-up, during this period. By the 1960s, movie theater attendance continued to drop; causing studios to release fewer films. Even still, the bulk of films being released were independent productions being co-financed by major studios. This caused Hollywood to shift content towards the emerging youth crowd, who now predominantly made up movie going audiences. As many of the college-aged movie goers were more willing to see more riske content; they tended to flock towards Art-house theaters that showed independent and forign films. With this in mind, and the Production code now no longer in use; Hollywood slowly but surely allowed filmmakers more creative control. This in turn eventually led to the late 1960s and 70s, when a new generation of filmmakers came into the fold; themselves being a part of what would be called the ‘New Hollywood’ era. Some conventions of the time were art films relying on mood, characterization, and psychological ambiguity. Many of the New Hollywood directors self-consciously returned to the traditions of classical studio genres; but were given the opportunity to create something like European Art cinema. 

A young Steven Spielberg himself being a part of this new generation of directors; having come up in a time when the major Hollywood studios were willing to take risks. In today’s blockbuster driven Hollywood, that is not the case; as even genre films are practically barred from trying to be anything deep or dare I say edgey. Today’s generation of fresh-faced filmmakers are living in Walt Disney’s Hollywood; and to many it seems that Netflix is a safe haven, that allows them to make whatever kind of film that they please. In echoing these thoughts, Lang cites another Academy member; filmmaker and documentarian Joe Berlinger. In Lang’s article, the director states that he feels that Netflix gives these kinds of more ‘cinematic’ films a new lease on life. Adding that and as a filmmaker and an Academy member, he wants to give these films an opportunity to survive the test of time; stating so, regardless of how many traditional movie theaters that they are screened in.

A week after Mr. Spielberg announced his campaign to bar Netflix from future awards, the streaming service responded to the director’s remarks. In her article “Steven Spielberg is trying to change the rules so Netflix can’t win an Oscar”, Chole Taylor of CNBC; cites a statement released by the company claiming that they love cinema and only wish to help filmmakers share their art. Furthermore, the streaming giant went on to point out to their critics, that they provide entertainment access to people who simply cannot afford to go to the theater every week; and to people who live in small towns that don’t even have movie theaters. Just as it seems the two camps were about to but heads, a shocking twist would instead come about. The following month, word came down that if the Academy tried to bar Netflix from entering any films for consideration; they might be met with legal action. In his article “Justice Department Warns Academy Over Potential Oscar Rule Changes Threatening Netflix”, Variety’s Ted Johnson reports that the Justice Department had sent a letter to the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. 

As Johnson reports, the letter of warning states that any potential rule changes that limit the eligibility of Netflix to compete in the Oscars; could raise antitrust concerns and violate competition law. Furthermore, Johnson cites the chief of the DOJ’s Antitrust Division, Makan Delrahim, who claims that such rule changes could violate Section 1 of the Sherman Act, which prohibits anti competitive agreements among competitors. In response to this seeming threat of legal retaliation, any potential rule changes in regards to distribution, seemed to immediately be taken off the table. Furthermore, in his article “The Oscars Won’t Take Any Action on Netflix—For Now”; The Atlantic’s David Sims cites a response to the DOJ letter, from Academy President John Bailey. In Sims’ article, The AMPAS President is cited as saying that the Academy continues to stress the importance of the theatrical experience; explaining that the Academy’s rules will still require theatrical exhibition. 

However, Bailey was quick to add that the Academy would allow for a broad selection of films to be submitted as award contenders. As it currently stands, the Academy requires at least a one-week theatrical run in a commercial Los Angeles theater, while offering no less than three screenings a day; in order for a film to qualify for awards. Netflix has been able to get around this rule, by simply renting rooms at comercial theaters; paying up front for the theater to exhibit whichever film they think will stand the best chance at impressing Academy voters. All these developments come leading towards the 2020 Academy Awards, an event which saw three Netflix films receive nominations. Each of these nominations counted amongst the three Netflix films selected include but are not limited to Marriage Story (2019), and The Two Popes (2019); the former ranking in six nominations, while the later received only three. Lastly, Netflix brought out their big guns with The Irishman (2019); a three hour gangster film directed by none other that Mr. Martin Scorcese. 

With the two previously mentioned films being up for recognition, Scorcese himself being a favorite amongst Academy voters, and The Irishman receiving a total of ten nominations; it would seem as if Netflix had bought themselves the Academy Award. In their article “Netflix Spent Big on Oscar-Worthy Films. That May Not Be Enough.” by Brooks Barnes and Nichole Sperling of the NewYork Times; the two discuss at great lengths, the costs of which the streaming giant spent on their Oscar campaign. While the writers speculate that it was Netflix’s willingness to spend freely on Oscar campaigns, that perhaps led them to attracting Scorsese in the first place; they also mentioned the growing speculation of many in the industry that The Irishman might go home without any awards at all. Speculating that perhaps the Academy might still favor one of the other ‘Oscar bait’ films, one that was distributed by a traditional Hollywood studio; as a means of retributional favoritism towards old Hollywood, who have been affected by Netflix’ business model. 

Surprisingly enough, Netflix Chief Content Officer Ted Sarandos, is cited in the article as feeling no resentment towards the Academy. Fresh off the exuberant glow of their many nominations, Sarandos is cited as having said that Netflix’s films have been honored across the board; regardless of any potential loss. Flashing forward to just a few weeks later, one can’t help but wonder if Sarandos regrets his choice of words. Despite Netflix’s high hopes, on the night of the 2020 Oscars, the streaming service was declared the biggest loser of them all; as The Irishman went home empty handed. As reported by Vox’s article “6 winners and 5 losers from the 2020 Oscars”, Netflix spent well over $100 million on it’s 2020 Oscars campaign, betting heavily on their odds of winning best picture. Netflix did receive two Oscar wins; one a Best Supporting Actress award for Marriage Story, and the other being Best Documentary, for their film American Factory (2019). The bitter-sweet taste of irony here being that the recipient of the cerimony’s most coveted awards; Best Picture and Best Director, went to none other than Netflix’s original awards bait contender Bong Joon Ho, and his film Parasite (2019). 

Now there are several reasons why these events unfolded the way they did. Firstly, because for the first time in a long while, not only were all the nominees exceptionally good this year; but also every true cinephile would agree that Parasite did deserve to win. It just never occured to anyone that the Academy would actually give the award to a forign film, especially one that had just nabbed the award in that respective category. On the other hand, might I point out that Roma was also nominated in both categories, and certainly did not take home both awards. So as it stands the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences have not given up their grudge towards Netflix; nor is there a guarantee that they will anytime soon. Truthfully, that is an unfortunate thing, as I do believe that these films are real cinema and should be treated as such. 

In conclusion, the matter of whether or not streaming films can be considered real cinema; in an era of blockbuster driven Hollywood, the issue is ever evolving. Many members of the industry and average lovers of cinema in general, feel that movie going is at its best when it’s a shared communal experience. In other words, film’s are best seen when viewed with an audience; who can all share a first time viewing experience. Within the previous generation of filmmakers, there tends to be a desire to protect the former ways of viewership. On the other hand, with traditional Hollywood studios primarily looking to finance blockbuster and world event films; Netflix has stepped in with open arms, looking to finance smaller Indie films and dramas that traditionally are seen as being ‘Oscar bait’. Netflix has shown that they are willing to take more risks than the studios, and has provided a space for young filmmakers to make whatever kinds of films that they please. Therefore in this type of environment, it’s inconceivable that they would not be considered real films.

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the horror show

Rated: G

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Uraraka Ochako

Summary: 

"It's not that weird, Uraraka, I haven't seen one either."

She gasps again, clutching her chest.

"You too Deku!?"

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Neither Izuku or Shouto have seen a horror movie. Ochako seeks to correct this.

Uraraka gasps, scandalized.

"You've never seen a horror movie?"

She is staring at Todoroki like she's never seen him before. Izuku knows the reason that Todoroki hasn't seen a horror movie probably relates to Endeavor and decides to intervene before the other boy has to say anything.

"It's not that weird, Uraraka, I haven't seen one either."

She gasps again, clutching her chest.

"You too Deku!?"

She sounds so shocked that Izuku is taken aback. Surely it can't be that weird? He just never had because his mother hated horror movies and he hadn't really had any friends to watch them with when he became old enough to watch them. Izuku figured that it was probably pretty common, but judging by Uraraka's concerned gaze sweeping between Todoroki and he, there's the sinking feeling that it, perhaps, is not normal to have missed an entire genre of movies by the age of fifteen.

"That's it," she says, planting her hands on her hips, "we're watching one! Tomorrow night! You two are coming over to my room and watching a horror movie with me!"

Todoroki sends him a questioning look. Izuku just shrugs, it can't hurt, right? Besides, they haven't been able to hang out that often with internships in the way, so it'll be nice to just...relax.

"We'll be there," Izuku tells Uraraka, smiling. She pumps her fist in the air.

"Fantastic! Don't worry, I'll pick a good one for your first time."

Izuku tries not to notice the devilish slant to her smile. He's seen enough in real life that horror movies should be a breeze, right?

The next evening, Izuku meets up with Todoroki and heads to the Uraraka's room.

"So..." Todoroki starts, "You know why I haven't ever watched a horror movie, but what about you?"

Izuku doesn't really want to admit that it was because he had no friends to watch them with. The reasoning seems...petty in the face of what Todoroki has gone through. Plus he really just. Doesn't want to get into his pre-high school backstory, no matter how unfair that might be to the boy who has shared a ton of his with Izuku.

"I was always hyper-focused on heroes, I guess," is what he says instead, "plus my mom never wanted to watch any, so our movie nights never included them."

It's true, really, and a safer option. Todoroki seems to have no questions with his statement, regardless.

"Well," he says, "we should probably have fun while we can, since I'm sure things are only going to get harder here on out."

"Yeah!" Izuku agrees, smiling widely. Todoroki's right. Now that he has friends to spend time with, he better make the most of it. A warm feeling spreads through Izuku's chest, only growing stronger when he sees Uraraka fiddling with the television in her room.

"Hey guys!" She plops on the bed, patting the space beside her. Izuku sits in the middle, Todoroki on his left.

"I have popcorn," Uraraka motions to the table, the chair that usually sits by it pushed out of the way.

"Thank you," Todoroki says, taking a handful.

"So! I chose a ghost one! Classic and also hopefully not similar to any villains we've met," She pops back up, heading to turn the light off.

"That works for me," says the other boy, glancing at Izuku. Izuku's read a few ghost stories and those were fine, so this should be too, really.

"Me too," he says.

"Good!" She sits back down, sitting cross-legged on her end of the bed, "Now, this is a pretty spooky one, so I hope you enjoy it!" Uraraka clicks the remote and the movie starts.

The movie starts out fine.

The movie is not going fine. The atmosphere is terrifying. Izuku hasn't even seen the ghost yet, but he feels horrified anyway. The movie has the awful habit of just. Not having. Any music. Especially during the more tense moments. He wants to crawl out of his skin he's so tense.

And the worst part.

The worst part is that Uraraka is leaning forward in interest and Todoroki has his head tilted, obviously interested but not terrified. How are they not terrified? Izuku is trying to become an unnoticeable ball, the dark of the room making him jumpy.

Then the movie chooses then to pull its trump card then, because the ghost creeps onto frame with an unholy noise and Izuku yelps, shoving his head into Todoroki's side. He cannot. Cannot. Watch anymore of this. He does not see it. The ghost is no longer there.

"Midoriya?" Todoroki's shocked tone would be funny in any other situation but the horrible noises are still coming from the television, so he tries to burrow deeper.

"I, uh, don't think Deku is doing too well with the movie," he hears Uraraka say, her voice tight with mirth. Traitor, he thinks, uncharitably.

"Ah." Izuku can feel Todoroki put a hesitant hand on his back, patting it awkwardly.

"Do you want me to stop the movie?" Uraraka says and now he can feel her hand softly touching his shoulder. She pauses it in the meantime.

"No," he manages to choke out, "it's okay, you guys are enjoying it! I just...uh...it's scary"

He mumbles the last part.

"If it's any consolation," Todoroki says, "you were about ten times scarier than that ghost when you fought me at the sports festival."

"What!?" Izuku squeaks. The admission is one part flattering and one part mortifying.

"Yes," the other boy continues, "you really should have seen your face. Terrifying."

"Todoroki!" Uraraka scolds.

"Ah. You were terrifying in your fight against Bakugou as well, Uraraka."

"That isn't- ugh, Deku, it's okay! Ghosts aren't real!"

"I know that!" Izuku whines, "they just, uh, feel incredibly real while I'm watching this?"

"Do you want to stop?" She's serious, Izuku can tell, but he doesn't want to stop it for the both of them. He can do this!

The green-haired boy releases Todoroki from the tight grip he had on the taller boy.

"No. I can do this!"

Uraraka smiles at him.

"If you're sure?"

He nods, decisively.

"Totally!"

She unpauses the movie and Izuku rapidly realizes, no.

He cannot totally handle this.

The movie is still, for some reason, absolutely terrifying. Izuku just...handles himself better during it. He's tense, One For All held at the ready, even, for how out of his mind he feels at the moment.

Uraraka's hand is still on his shoulder, though, and Todoroki has let his hand slip down to cover his, so he is more settled. The ugly ghost and the appalling noises it's making still cause him to jump every time it's on screen though.

But Izuku does start to, not calm down , but feel less likely to jump out of his skin. That is until what probably is the climax of the movie.

The ghost, until now, has mostly settled for haunting the house and being seen like the creep that it is. Now it's choosing to attack the protagonist and at her scream Izuku can't help himself.

He grabs Uraraka tightly and hides in her shoulder.

"Deku!?"

"It's fine! Keep going!"

He can hear Todoroki snort, the bastard. Another scream and the ghost's rattling sobs cause him to cling tighter. Uraraka grunts.

"Deku, I can't breathe!"

"Sorry!" He tries to let go but there's a wet squelch coming from the screen and he clings desperately to her arm instead. Todoroki has returned to patting his back in a strange out-of-rhythm manner.

"Goodbye arm," says Uraraka mournfully.

"We'll hold a memorial," Todoroki is solemn.

"I hate you both!" Izuku whines as harsh sobbing and clinking sounds fill the room.

He holds position for a few more minutes, before Todoroki ceases his patting and taps him instead.

"It's ending, Midoriya, you can look."

He peeks over Uraraka's shoulder to see the protagonist facing off against the ghost, chanting something and waving a candle around. The ghost is dissipating, turning from its monstrous form to a beautiful young woman. The two hug before the ghost disappears.

Izuku heaves a sigh of relief, letting go of Uraraka to flop back on the bed.

"The future number one hero...afraid of ghosts..." Todoroki sounds like he's about to laugh.

"I am not afraid of ghosts! Just that.. .one. ..particular ghost is extremely scary!"

"If you say so."

Izuku grabs Uraraka's pillow and bashes it into the side of Todoroki's head. The other boy yelps.

Uraraka laughs at them both.

"If I had known you were going to be so scared I would've chosen something for kids," she says between chuckles.

Izuku gives her a bash of the pillow as well, ignoring her "oof".

"You both are so rude."

"It was kinda cute though," the girl says, straightening back up, "clinging to both of us like that."

He blushes furiously, hiding behind the pillow.

"Even though you did murder Uraraka's arm," Todoroki says. Izuku is tempted to hit him again.

"Yeah," Uraraka says, twisting her arm out, "poor arm, lost in the line of duty."

"Shut up," Izuku hisses.

The brunette sticks her tongue out at him, he returns the favor.

"Let's watch something sweet, to help Deku calm down," she picks up the remote flicking back to the opening menu, "I have a really neat space documentary, if you want to watch it?"

Izuku sighs in relief, the dark of the room is still unsettling to him and a chance to wind down before having to go back to his room alone...it's nice.

"Thanks, Uraraka."

"No problem," she says, getting up to get her other movie.

"I haven't ever seen a space documentary either," Todoroki stands to stretch.

" What !? You haven't! Todoroki is there anything else you haven't seen?"

"Plenty, but I don't mind catching up with you all," he replies to Uraraka's disbelieving question.

"We should do movie nights," says Izuku, "invite Iida next time. Just. No more ghost movies, please."

Uraraka snorts.

"Of course not."

"I don't know, it might be good to let Iida see how he reacts to them."

Izuku feels entirely justified beaning Todoroki with the pillow again.