#is the removal of a gift limit during marriage

[ramblesbiab]

do I need to give my lovely full-hearts wife Abigail a present every day in Stardew Valley?? No. Perhaps I do not have to do such a thing. But I WILL. I will give her a cup of TEA because she is HUNGRY and I will feel HAPPY AND WARM!!!!!!!

[angelshadowsinger]

Scarlet-Tipped Secrets; Peonies, for You

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Azriel x f!reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.5k

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: angst

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐓𝐖):

hanahaki!au, TW gore/vomiting (mildly descriptive— it’s bloody petals), unrequited love, themes of depression and lack of self worth, pining (so much pining), & dramaaaaa

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 

When you develop feelings for your best friend, you delude yourself into believing you can ignore them for the rest of your life, if it means you can stay by his side. But once he starts seeing someone else, you discover that if you continue keeping your secret… your time on earth may be cut short. You find yourself with an impossible choice— remove all attachments to the shadowsinger and live, or hold out hope and suffer the consequences. 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 

This one goes out to all my angst girlies. My ladies who like the feeling of tears crawling onto your pillow, of hurt balling up in your stomach as you wander through a fic. I see you and I feel you, and I cooked this one up special just for you. 

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:

Mates do not exist in the universe that this fic is set in, meaning Elain is not “off limits” to Az, and Cass is single. Additionally, since mates aren’t a thing, marriage/weddings are! 

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ: ʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ.

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

The first time it had happened, you had been more confused than anything. 

Azriel had just given Elain a gift for Starfall; a pair of earrings that would glow a warm pink when kissed by the sun’s rays. Her cheeks turned the same color as she admired them, as did the tips of the shadowsinger’s ears. 

Just one smooth petal rested in your palm as you brought your hand back from covering a cough, pink and delicate and beautiful. You thought that maybe it had landed in your palm before you coughed— even if there were no peonies in the vicinity and you hadn’t even seen one in months. Because there was no way that it had come… out of you. 

The second time it happened, confusion became fear and it swiftly took root deep in your stomach. This time, it was a couple of petals, dewey in your hand as you turned away from your friends, shock running through you. 

Azriel and Elain were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the love seat in the living room of the House of Wind, spirits being passed around by everyone and laughter filling the air. They had just shared a look you could infer was meant to be a secret between only them, but you had unfortunately witnessed the action. You could hardly breathe as you quickly hid the evidence of your newfound predicament, dumping the petals into a potted plant beside the mantle. You hoped that you were slick; taking a slow sip from your glass in an attempt to rid your throat of that tight, scratchy feeling even though your body was screaming for you to gulp it down. 

In that moment, you realized that something was wrong with you. It would only take a few more petal-filled fits and two trips to the grand library of Velaris to discover that you were— to put it simply— completely, wholly, and undeniably doomed. It was there, during the early hours of morn and the empty, candle-lit corridors that you learned three things;

You were in love with your best friend, Azriel. 

He was in love with someone else.

And you were going to die. 

— 

Things between you and the shadowsinger hadn’t always been so difficult. 

Your relationship was, for many years, easy and left you feeling light; every conversation and interaction cherished. Initially, the pair of you had become fast friends; the other members of the Inner Circle even remarking on how he was usually a little slower to build relations. Perhaps something of your sense of self, intelligence, and silver-thorned wit had something to do with his initial intrigue. That was the guess Feyre ventured, anyway. 

Once your friendship with the elusive male had blossomed, it was easy to maintain. Though you didn’t see him every day, when he did pay you a visit, the two of you made the most of it. The Inner Circle liked to poke at the pair of you, even going so far as to joke about your relationship that was not a relationship. And you and Azriel took it like champs; never wavering, always keeping it light in good fun. 

But at night when you would crawl into your sheets and close your eyes, sometimes thoughts of him would find you. It was wrong to be thinking of your best friend like this when he so obviously would never feel that way for you, and yet… you pondered how his fingers would feel tracing across your naked back. You wondered what it would be like to melt into his arms at the end of the day, how his heartbeat would sound if it was just inches away from your ear, if you could lay your head on his chest. 

You tried, you really did try to stop the thoughts from coming. But they quickly became more vivid, and more frequent than before. You couldn’t rid him from your mind— couldn’t focus when he came near, couldn’t hold up your end of the witty volley you usually shared because you’d get flustered if you stared at him for too long. Slowly, you had come to realize that the jokes your friends loved to make weren’t just conjecture— they knew all along that something was there. 

It made you wonder if Azriel knew, too. 

He was undeniably one of the smartest males you had come to know— your appraisal of him was sparkling, stellar. But when it came to things regarding emotion— specifically, his own emotions… he tended not to be quite as adept. So you had now landed in this confusion-fogged purgatory. Either your best friend knew you harbored feelings for him and he did not return them whatsoever— acting ignorant of your emotions. Or he didn’t know you were in love with him, didn’t even see a romantic relationship with you as a possibility, and maybe… if he were enlightened, he would realize that he… loved you too. 

It was that very hope that had you holding out for so long. You so desperately wanted to believe that he just wasn’t aware of your feelings— of his— that you smushed your dignity down and continued to uphold your friendship, never revealing that you felt romantically attracted to him. 

But the waiting game, of course, came back to bite you in the ass. Because the moment you realized he had started to see someone else… you knew that you had deluded yourself for months. All those nights that you laid awake, fantasizing about him and how he would proclaim his love to you… they were just fantasies. Nothing of the sort would ever happen. 

Because now, he had Elain. 

Her— the Archeron sister known for her gentle spirit and her striking face. She was quiet, and sweet, and goddamn breathtaking. Of course it had to be her; it couldn’t have been some bitch that would actually be deserving of your hatred. Because he was perfect, why would his choice of life partner be anything but? You couldn’t think of a bad word to say about the woman. 

Elain had always treated you with polite kindness, a sense of regality emanating from her and her ethereal beauty. Though she wasn’t by any means your favorite female, there was nothing she had ever done to justify even a grain of dislike. You couldn’t say your few conversations had been riveting, nor her presence been warm and inviting… but they hadn’t been the opposite either. Your opinion on her was removed, but pleasant. Hell, if you could stand a blow to the ego, you might even admit you were jealous of the looks almost every male gave her when she entered the room. 

The jealousy certainly ramped up once you realized that your beloved shadowsinger was one of those males… and actually, he was the only one she seemed to return interest toward, which of course… was salt in the wound. 

As the weeks dragged on, their supposedly-secret affair began picking up speed. The sight of Azriel’s warm hazel gaze pinned to her made your stomach churn with unease, the petals itching up your throat more and more often. It became easier to just avoid the both of them in general, and with the absence of their presences, it was easier for you to pretend that everything was fine, and that you could handle your worsening condition on your own. 

But of course, that was not the case. 

Because after a few months, the Inner Circle gathered in private quarters above the Night Court Annual Starfall Ball. Thousands celebrated and swirled below you in the ballroom and yet you could only focus on one. It was then that the man who haunted your thoughts stood before the rest of you, pretty Elain tucked under his arm all giddy and shy, and announced they were engaged to be wed.

—

Warm liquid trickled out from the corner of your mouth, your ears ringing as your vision blurred in two, wide waves cleaving and then melting together again. 

The crisp air felt welcome on your flushed cheeks, cool on your inflamed, ragged lungs. Stars danced above you as they pelted across the sky, and in your haggard state, they seemed to smear into a disorienting and beautiful masterpiece. 

Someone was kneeling in front of you, large wings casting shadows around broad shoulders as they yelled something you couldn’t quite understand. The warm smell of them was comforting and you relaxed slightly, recognizing it was Cassian and slumping as his calloused hands came to hold your biceps.  

The spliced image of him made it too hard to read the words on his lips. You tried to sit up but your body was drained, making it impossible to move. The Illyrian gathered your limp form into his arms and your head lolled to face the ground, finally piecing together what had happened. 

A pile of pink, lush petals glistened up at you against the dark stone of the balcony floor, the light from the full moon sparkling off droplets of deep scarlet. It had happened again… and this time, it was even worse than before. You had had another episode— the evidence of it glaring even in your semi-conscious state. 

“You’re in love with him…,” Cassian said slowly, barely even audible. 

But you heard it— your body trembling with some sick concoction of shame and relief. For so long you had not uttered a whisper of your feelings, never daring to take ownership of them, let alone share them. There were no words that you could muster, nothing sharp or bright for you to make a response. You were just tired. Indescribably tired. Gods, you were so tired, your limbs felt as if they had turned to stone, and you could slumber for a thousand years. 

“This doesn’t make any sense,” the male growled, squeezing your limp form closer to his firm chest. “I swear, he… Gods, this is fucked.” 

You closed your eyes and allowed his body heat to seep into you, finding a small bit of comfort there. Cassian didn’t choose to say anything else as the waves of sickness gradually dissipated, leaving you weak and numb.

“Cass,” you rasped, barely able to get enough air to speak. “I’m scared.” Your head felt as if it was filled with a thick smog— struggling to get enough oxygen as you slowly recovered. 

The General’s brow furrowed in pain at your pitiful confession, gathering you closer to his chest and tucking your head in tight beneath his chin. “I know, sweetheart. But you’re not alone. You don’t have to do this by yourself, not anymore. I’m here.” Cassian held you so delicately you wanted to cry, guilt pulsing through you as you realized he must have been terrified to have found you in such a sorry state. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice low and full of promise, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, woe taking root deep in your chest. Now that you had seen Azriel with her— like that, so clearly in love with her, parading their affections out in the open, for anyone and everyone to see as he twirled her around the ballroom earlier… It was too much. Every part of you throbbed in agony, and you were consumed in fresh throes of self-pity. It was completely humiliating to be this debilitated. All because you were in love with your best friend, and he was in love with someone else. 

Cassian scrunched his brow, the planes of his chiseled face settling into solid lines as you regained your bearings. “There’s no need to apologize, Y/n. You didn’t ask for this— how you feel is not your fault. Your body is already punishing you for simply having feelings— don’t let your mind join in on the beating too.”

You nodded, tucking your hands into your chest as he sighed and stood, taking you with him. He lifted you into his embrace with the utmost ease, as though you weighed nothing more than a sheet of paper. Your evening dress fluttered with the movement. If anyone caught sight of you two from far away, perhaps it could be construed as romantic, the way he now held you in his strong arms, strolling away from the party.

“You don’t seem as… freaked out as I thought you would,” you whispered as he walked with lethal quiet. Shadows stood tall above you as you approached the hedged boundary of the estate gardens, cutting into the overwhelming display the falling stars continued to put on. 

Cassian was quiet. 

You took a minute to study his somber expression, trying to read what he was feeling in this moment of recollection. Clearly, he had some experience with this disease before. Otherwise, he would’ve ran you right inside the ball, or to the nearest healer. But he didn’t— instead, he’d wandered into the dark hedges of the grounds, concealing you from prying eyes and ears. As if he understood what you would want most in this moment of shattering vulnerability. 

“I’m not sure why you expect so little of me, little one,” he eventually replied, coming to the center of the area. He perched you beside him on a wrought-iron bench, facing a small fountain whose gentle gurgle drowned out the last hints of the celebration you’d left behind. 

You frowned. Your lungs felt looser— distracted by whatever it was that provided Cassian with experience regarding your dreadful illness. It was nearly enough to forget the bomb that had been dropped on you upstairs just twenty minutes ago. “It’s not that, it’s just—“ you began. Cass shot you a playful look and you sighed, a smile daring at your lips as you rolled your eyes. “Okay I just meant that before this, I’d never heard of this kind of thing…” Your voice trailed off, hand reaching to rest on his before you murmured, “I’m sorry you have.” 

The Illyrian raised a brow and let out a short, hollow laugh. “Oh no— It wasn’t me, I don’t… Well, never that bad anyway. I’ve just seen… how bad it can get. An old friend of mine once had the unfortunate experience of falling ill to this plague centuries ago.”

You nodded and put your hands in your lap, digging a thumb into your palm. “What… happened to them?” 

Cassian closed his lips and sighed, hands bracing his knees. Silence drew out for a long beat before he finally spoke. “He told the one he loved about his ailment. And they told him..,” he trailed off, gaze darting sideways to land on you. You gestured for him to continue, and he did so after a brief pause. “They told him they would never have romantic feelings for him. They asked him to have the procedure. They wanted him to live, and if they couldn’t love him… then that was the only way.”

You shuddered. The very notion of the procedure made your bones ache and your shoulders sag.

“So he did,” Cassian went on, undeterred. “And he survived.” 

Quiet invaded the still air, otherwise only interrupted by the low chirps of crickets in the grass and the muffled party. Cassian decided not to speak any further on the subject, instead content to let a calm silence settle between the pair of you. But somehow, you found yourself talking— despite never having voiced aloud any of these feelings, any of these thoughts. 

“Cass, do you think… I should have the procedure, too?” 

It was a question that was fully weighted— heavy, you already knew, but by the way the Illyrian’s shoulders sagged, the gravity of it all seemed more drastic than before. 

Cassian took his time to form a reply, but when he finally did, it was in a soft and hushed voice. “I am not the one that should be making such calls, Y/n. But I will tell you that my friend… he was never quite the same.” 

You shared a look of understanding with him— he was your friend, and the male you were in love with was his brother. Freshly engaged brother, at that. The consequences of the procedure would certainly crack a deep fracture in the dynamic of your group. If anything, you would probably fade away from everyone, seeing as every one of your memories that the Shadowsinger dwelled in would be tainted— his absence removed entirely. He would not exist to you anymore, and even if that wouldn’t necessarily affect you, oblivious to his existence, everyone around you would not share that same luxury. 

And Azriel would be there, too. He would have to see you and know that you had loved him so intensely, that those feelings were so wholly one-sided, that you had to physically remove him from your mind. All so that your heart could forget him and start anew. Would that bother him? Knowing that you had suffered because you had fallen in love with him, while he would never possibly feel that way for you? Surely that would make him uncomfortable, to be in your presence after that. So ultimately, it would be best to just move away, and start somewhere else— clean slate. Would he even miss you? 

“Sometimes I think about it— the procedure. This disease, it’s a wretched way to live, Cass. It hurts,” you said, voice cracking as emotion welled up in your eyes and throat. “It hurts so fucking bad, I can’t even be around him anymore. Especially not now. Now that he’s…” You trained off, unable to say the words. 

Cassian slid to your side, tucking you underneath a strong arm. The shadow of his wing furled around you from behind, encasing you in a warm, safe space. Tears began to race down your cheeks, gathering at your chin and splattering onto the silken fabric on your lap. You couldn’t stop them— still too drained from the fit from before. All you could do was cry as your friend gathered you closer to him, patting the top of your head with careful strokes, trying his best to comfort you. 

Only once your crying seemed to subside did Cassian offer another solution. “Maybe… you could talk to him.” 

You laughed— a hollow, broken sound. Cassian lips curved up at the sound nonetheless. “I’m simply nowhere near as brave as you, Cass.”  Shaking your head, your gaze focused on the bubbling fountain before you. “Even if I could manage to face him, and confess to him… If he rejected me… I think I’d die on the spot.” 

“Don’t say that,” he said, voice low. 

You bit your lip. “And why not, Cass? There’s a good chance that I could drop dead any time I have one of these fits. That’s just reality.”

“Well fuck that reality,” Cassian spat, wings ruffling.  “I don’t want to live in a world without you, and I sure as hell know Azriel wouldn’t either.”

“Well maybe I don’t wanna live without him!” you yelled. After holding back your emotions for so long, they just kept flooding out after the hole Cassian had punched into the dam that had kept them at bay. “Maybe I’d rather die than lose even one memory with him, maybe I’ll just hold out for as long as I can because I’m too fucking scared to lose him!”

Cassian’s face twisted into agony. “And what of those who love you?” he challenged, voice shaking slightly with emotion. “What about us, what happens when you die, and when the last memories we will have of you were you withering away before our very eyes?! You love him? Do you know what world of pain he will be in when he finds out what happened to you? And then to discover your absolute complacency in the matter?”

A sob escaped you as you felt every word of truth pierce the feeble veil you had called a shield in your attempt at denial. Your friend was right— you couldn’t allow this disease to win, not if that meant hurting everyone you loved in the process. And now that you thought about it— even if you chose to remember him, and let the sickness take its course… what good would those memories do you, when you’d be dead? 

Cassian seemed to realize you had accepted defeat, because he tightened his hold on you and stroked your hair as you cried into his chest. The sadness you felt unfortunately was not alleviated by your tears, but at least… you had come to see that there was only one option forward. 

You had to go through with the procedure.

You had to forget Azriel.

𝘩𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴!! 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 <3 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘤, 𝘚𝘛𝘚𝘗𝘍𝘠~ 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦! 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯~

𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 2 & 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯!!

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[jjungkookislife]

Quarterly Fic Rec List 2023 #4

Hello! This is the last list of 2023! These are the wonderful fics I ended my year with! I hope you enjoy them! If anyone would like to be removed from this list; please let me know! As always each of these fics has its own content warnings, and most, if not all are 18+ so Minors Do Not Interact!

Seokjin

daydream @joonie-beanie

summary: Your literature professor has a bit of a…gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios…involving him.

pink panther @gimmesumsuga

summary: The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are

9 months to fall in love @floralseokjin

summary: It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in. Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it. Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

dream come true @sugaurora

summary: Since your brother had warned you years ago that his best friend Seokjin was off limits, you’d only allowed yourself to safely fantasize about him in your dreams. You’re not sure why tonight his lips feel so much softer and his hands so much warmer than usual, but you’re also not about to complain.

whole @yoongiphoria

Yoongi

can't afford love @dollfaceksj

summary: Your childhood dream of having 2 children in a big house with a blooming marriage by this point in time has been eliminated the moment divorce came knocking at your door. With only one child and finding yourself back at square one, you ask your ex-husband—Min Yoongi—if he’d be down to fulfill 1 of these 3 things on your childhood’s bucket-list. And no, it’s not giving you a big house.

u suck !! @kithtaehyung

summary: Jimin’s cul-de-sac is filled to the brim with autumn leaves, trick-or-treaters, and halloween spirits. but the scariest part of the night? yoongi himself. and the way he looks downright sinful in his costume.

three tangerines ^

summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

broken pt. 1 ^

summary: chilling conversations prolong things even further… until everything goes to hell.

ghostface killers @gimmethatagustd

summary: You’ve had your eyes set on Yoongi for as long as you can remember. What you didn’t know is that he’s had his eyes on you, too.

red & white @sweetestofchaos 💜

summary: you and yoongi have something to share this holiday

Hoseok

spookie coochie @gimmethatagustd

summary: The only monster Hoseok wishes you were interested in finding this Halloween season is his monster c–

drink champagne in my airplane @bangtanintotheroom

summary: Your friend Hoseok decided to use his excessive wealth for good and take the both of you on a much-needed vacation. The flight was meant to be relaxing until he broke out one of his most expensive bottles of champagne.

a holly, jolly crisis @kpopfanfictrash

summary: At this time last year, you thought you had it all. A kick-ass screenwriting job for the hottest TV show in LA, an actor boyfriend whose career was taking off and an affordable apartment with not one, but two bathrooms. Fast-forward to now and you’re single, soon-to-be jobless and searching for a way to scrape together January rent. Everything seems to be falling apart, which was why you told your family you weren’t coming home for the holidays. Enter your little sister, Sara, who recently became engaged to her boyfriend, Yoongi and needs you home to celebrate. The biggest problem? Returning home means you’ll be forced to face everything and everyone you left behind, including Yoongi’s best man – and your ex-best friend, Hoseok.

12 lays of christmas @minisugakoobies

summary: Your brother’s best friend Hoseok really likes your cookies 

it's a promise @sahmfanficbts

arranged marriage au

Namjoon

close, closer, closest @augustbutwinter

summary: you know your soulmate is close, but you haven’t met them yet. every day your counter goes up when you pass that one station. until one day it doesn’t.

make an effort @7ndipity

summary: When you ask Joon to be your fake boyfriend, he ends up finding out about your very real crush on him. Luckily for you, the feeling’s mutual.

a word from our sponsors @ugh-yoongi

summary: you’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it.

Jimin

cloud nine @suga-kookiemonster

summary: “he’s here again,” viv whispers. “you know who. the hot guy who’s totally into you.” and he is hot--devastatingly hot enough that you know he can’t actually be into you, because the universe simply doesn’t work that way. that still doesn’t stop your heart from pounding when he smiles at you from across the room.

menace @eoieopda

summary: Far and away the worst of your brother’s friends, you added Park Jimin’s presence in your life to the long list of grievances you held against Seokjin. Too bad you can’t keep your hands off him.

crescent bound @parkhabits

summary: One night you’re having the best hookup of your life and the next you’re being told that the little mark on your neck is more than just a hickey and that Park Jimin was more than you expected too.

the dark side of the moon @dovechim

summary: falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes. 

a remedy for mondays ^

summary: all you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

heavy petting @kittae

summary: Your boyfriend is not just a cat hybrid, he’s also very needy! When you come home from work and you expect him to be all over you, you’re fairly disappointed to find he prefers a nap over some well-deserved quality time. You’ll make sure to pay him back for that.

the devil in his details @johobi

summary: Evil comes in many forms. In this instance, it’s a 5′8″ pretty-boy with an even prettier dick. And you’re the form you want him to come in.

me, you, and this thing we have between us @boymeetsweevil

summary: You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it

devil's advocate @7cypher

summary: You had met the devil on a hot summer day. He had shown up in a red polo, red cap, and white sneakers on his feet. That day, you had invited your devil into your home and he hasn’t left since.

no strings @kpopfanfictrash

summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

the ten days of ex-mas @kpopfanfictrash

summary: Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling. Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

Taehyung

midnight @sailoryooons

summary: Taehyung loves being your prince charming, even if it means trying to find where you’ve wandered off to in the middle of a Halloween party without your shoes. 

the holi-date @kpopfanfictrash

summary: When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.

of lace and lust @hobidreams

summary: friendship rule number one: don’t imagine how amazing your best friend’s cock would feel inside you. except that’s all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung’s kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you’re so fond of wearing.

hush @suga-kookiemonster

summary: four seats, five bodies. “careful, sweetheart,” he breathes into the shell of your ear, hands tightening over your waist in warning. you lick your lips, pausing just long enough to ponder: what if you don’t want to be careful?

rotten angelcake @inkedtae

summary: she’s as sweet as angelcake; he likes her honeyed rotten. this is a series following the complicated relationship between a sugar baby, sugar daddy and his corruption kink.

sausade @kimvvantae

summary: no one is born to be alone and no one can be complete in oneself - that’s why, in this world, every person has a pair, someone that complements their soul in every aspect. you, however, are an exception to the rule, for the mark on your wrist indicates that your pair has passed away way before you were born.

kinda hot @kimnjss

summary: you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

Jungkook

jungkook drabble @euphoricfilter

summary: obsessed gf m/c and equally as obsessed boyfriend jungkook. he’s the light of her life, and she’s the reason he smiles

blessed with a curse @sweetestofchaos

summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them.

seasons don't fear the reaper @augustbutwinter

summary: life is short, they say. one day everyone meets their death, they say. how often can you meet yours before he takes you with him?

because i love you ch. 13 @readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

a holiday snowdown @kpopfanfictrash

summary: The Inn on the Hill is in trouble. Or that's what your boss, Namjoon, says during the last-minute All Staff holiday meeting he calls. You need money, and you need money fast, or his parents are planning to sell the resort. When no one can think of an easy solution, Namjoon proposes his parents' idea: a weeklong social media blitz with a celebrity guest. The celebrity? None other than Jungkook Jeon himself: two-time Olympic gold medalist, world-class snowboarder and the nation's sweetheart. What's the problem? You happen to have met Jungkook Jeon before, and sincerely hoped you'd never see him again.

all grown up @btsgotjams27

summary: A family reunion brings back the young boy you grew up with. Though he wasn’t the doe-eyed boy you once knew, he stood in front of you all grown up.

this is us ^

summary: you start to fall hard for jungkook.

OT7/Multiple Members

carnival of terror ch. 2 @theharrowing

summary: The carnival is in town, and it is unlike anything you have ever experienced. Will you make it out alive?

the gentlemen @honeymoonjin

summary: Sick of unsatisfying hookups, boring relationships or the company of your own hand? Apply today for the chance to be on bangasm.com’s very first reality show! Seven attractive young gentlemen will be vying for your choice of who is best in bed. All from different backgrounds, these men claim they’ll be able to rock your world, so don’t hesitate! Apply now!

of storms and vampires @wishesunderthestars

summary: During the worst storm you have witnessed in your life, a bat crashes on your window. When you bring it inside your cottage to take care of it, you realize it isn’t simply a bat but a baby vampire. Your past has come back to haunt you because Jungkook’s sire is no one else but Min Yoongi, who you had left behind when you disappeared five years ago.

oh, little red @jincherie

summary: You knew they warned you about that path for a reason, you knew you shouldn’t take it as a shortcut. You knew, but you were running late, and you did it anyway. Oh, little red, just what have you gotten yourself into?

Ateez

Seonghwa

let me keep you warm @sweetestofchaos 💜

summary: “Are you cold?” “A little bit but I’ll be okay.” “Come here, let’s get you all warmed up.”

[vacantgodling]

well now i wanna know about nyoka and verin✅🛑🎁📢🔮🗺️

DANKE <3

✅Biggest turn ons? Something they'll always be into?

verin: making partner scream/be extremely vocal, edging/orgasm denial (for both himself and his partner), overstimulation (for both himself and his partner), and he’s got a bit of a breeding kink 👀

nyoka: monsterfucking (obviously), dirty talk (even if it somewhat embarrasses them), being a pillow princess (tho removed from the main wip they would definitely get into being more Active during sex, they’re just never gonna say no to verin holding them down and giving them what they need)

both: size kink (it’s one of the main things that is a big deal in this wip bc verin goes from 6feet to like 8-9 feet with 4 arms and a MONSTER cock and they’re both very into that)

🛑Biggest turn offs? What are their hard-nos?

verin: being tied down (though he doesn’t mind doing light bondage to his partner he just doesn’t like being restrained it triggers him)

nyoka: penetrating (or topping), knife/blood play

🎁They get a suggestive gift from a partner. What's inside?

verin: if nyoka ever bought him a present he’d be over the moon; even more so if it was a cock ring so he can test his limits of how long he can hold out 💛

nyoka: anal beads would make them beet red but they would absolutely give it a go

📢How private are they about their sex life and sexual preferences?

verin: as a immortal god, verin has Very Little qualms about being open about his sex life. if it exists, he’s probably done it—not that he’s a god of pleasure per se but he’s gotten around. very experienced lol.

nyoka: Is Literally A Virgin and all they’ve ever experienced about sex before verin was just it’s demonizaiton bc if they became a non-virgin they can’t be sacrificed to the gods! sex has always been kind of a mystical thing to them, but they don’t really know what they’re into,,, their personality makes them blunt even if they’re shy about things so while i don’t think they’re open on purpose if you asked they MAY answer.

🔮Are there any unique or fantastical aspects of sexuality in the world of your WIP that they engage in? Non-human characteristics, magic?

well main thing is verin’s god form—so, he has blue skin, 6 eyes, 4 arms, and his cock is like. bad dragon levels of ridiculously big. he can technically shift his form At Will, and i think he CAN split his cock into two (so they’re just slightly less girthy than when he has just one but still decently sized) so there’s a LOT of fun to be had with him. strength, stamina, and cum are all endless for him, so he only really takes a break for nyoka’s sake cuz he could Keep Going. though i’m sure there will be times in the future where he gently and lovingly feeds them more stamina via magic so they can keep going, but nyo absolutely passes out for like 3 days after and he apologizes so profusely even if they’re like, totally fine with it and completely blissed out lmao.

🗺️Does their culture have a strong impact on their sexuality? Which parts?

in the religious sects of their society they’re very puritan and modest/chaste, despite the actual world itself (in my mind) kind of being more adjacent to indian/latin american/island vibes. people don’t necessarily dress modestly but preserving the chastity (especially of sacrifices) is a Big Fucking Deal and sex before marriage isn’t really a THING. obviously red light districts exist but they’re seen sort of as lesser by the main religion even though they all in said red light do fervently worship the host of gods so it’s a bit mismatched every. nyoka doesn’t actually have many of these qualms though because technically they’re a “foreigner” — their parents were merchants and they traveled to this city when they were young, but unfortunately their parents contracted a disease and they passed. nyoka was then taken in by the religious sect as an orphan to be sacrifices BUT they’ve always been super discriminatory towards them. they actually don’t know much about their own culture like where they’re from originally but they know they Deffo don’t jive with the vibes here.

[yuksterv2]

Stranger Things - Inception

Hawkins, Indiana. 1947-1979

During the 1950's, MK Ultra experimentation was rampant, notable figures such as Donald Ewen Cameron and Martin Brenner looking for college-aged women to run their experiments on. That is when Virginia Creel involved herself, volunteering as a willing test subject sometime before 1947. During these trials, Virginia would begin to develop mild psionic abilities, most of which she would pass onto her son, Henry Creel. Virginia would keep in contact with Martin Brenner even after she left MKUltra in order to raise a family with her newly-wed husband, Victor Creel. Together, alongside their two children, the husband and wife pair would move into a quant house in the rural town of Hawkins, Indiana.



It did not take long for Henry to develop abilities of his own, causing Virginia to frequently take him to Hawkins Lab for evaluation, curtesy of one Martin Brenner. These check-ups made Henry weary, and a deep hatred for his mother festered within him. He'd become far more removed, using his developing powers to torture and kill defenceless animals. As the violence escalated, Henry saw a potential in himself- a purpose. These parasites he called his 'fellow man' were unnatural, and he was meant to eradicate them; he was gifted with these powers and given a mission to cleanse the world of human sickness.



As such, over the span of a few weeks, Henry would enact the first stage of his plan, killing his mother and sister whilst driving his father to the brink of insanity. Still, even with his plan going off without a hitch, Henry failed to recognise his limits and fell into a brief coma. In the aftermath of the 'Creel House Murders,' Victor would be sent away to a psych ward and Henry, who was presumed dead by the populous, was easily taken away to Hawkins Laboratory. It was here that Henry was kept by Martin Brenner, experimented on and raised until the year 1979 where he met Jane 'Eleven' Ives. You see, in all of Henry's time in the lab, he'd seen gifted children like him, but Eleven was the first he could call an equal; he wished for her to join him in his mission to cleanse the world.

So, over the span of a few weeks, Henry would befriend Eleven and even go as far as to help her escape the dreaded lab. However, there was a hitch. Going against Henry's wishes to not follow him back into the lab, the young Eleven would stumble upon a massacre in the rainbow room- Henry at the centre of it all. He would explain to her his ideology - how humanity was a parasite - and attempt to sway her to his side. Eleven was unwavering.

In a show of immense power, Eleven would best Henry, banishing him to an alternate dimension which would later come to be known as the Upside Down.

New York. 1971-78

In the spring of 1971, Sara would be born to Jim and Diane Hopper on the 21st April. Sara had a modest upbringing, her father a high-ranking officer in the New York PD and her mother an elementary school teacher. Still, even when working two full-time jobs, her parents still found time for Sara. She was a gifted girl, showing a keen interest in the sciences, specifically the study of astronomy. The thought of exploring new worlds excited Sara.

Then, tragedy struck. Sometime around 1977, Sara would experience an episode that had her parents concerned, so much so that they took her to a hospital for evaluation. A cancerous tumour would be found in Sara's head, which caused her to be bed-ridden for some time as she underwent chemotherapy. During this time, Jim and Diane's marriage would take a hit, the only thing keeping them together being their little girl. Even as a child, Sara could sense the tension between the two, and it upset her. With the restriction of being confined to a bed constantly and her parent's imminent divorce on the horizon, Sara would be thrown into a depression that was only heightened by the blow of chemotherapy.

Sara was at an all time low and needed an escape. Luckily, she found one. With this world being so grim and fraught with awfulness, Sara would take her fondness for space and other worlds and channel it into a pen. Using her crude understanding of language (still extraordinary for her age), Sara would fantasise about a 'perfect' world that she could escape to. This world was a mirror of her own, only without a single flaw.

The sun was always shining overhead wherever you went, the creatures were fuzzy and content and the air smelt like cotton candy. Unbeknownst to her, however, this world slowly began to become physical. For you see, Jim and Diane Hopper had their own secrets that they did not tell. Before she met Jim, Diane took part of MK Ultra experiments which gave her minor psychic abilities. Meanwhile, during his time fighting in Vietnam, Jim was exposed to Agent Orange, a chemical solution that, amongst other things, was tested on soldiers by the United States government in a back alley operation.

When the two of them came together to have Sara, they unknowingly conceived a child with extraordinary abilities given to her by Diane that were only bolstered by Jim's exposure to Agent Orange. These powers were so immense that, when Sara began to image an perfect utopia for herself, it become real. When she slept, Sara would visit the strange new world, finding solace in it during such a dark time of her life. It was perfect. However, with each time she visited the world in her dreams, Sara began to pick up on some peculiarities.

These were minute at first, such as a tree losing its leaves, but the anomalies began to become unprecedented as the cancerous tumour in her head worsened. The cancer was poisoning this world, a horrid reminder to Sara that, whilst she could ignore it, the cancer was not going away. Sara's condition worsened as 1977 came to an end, all coming to a head in June of 1978 where she tragically lost her battle with cancer. Although, Sara was not truly gone- not really. Not long after her 'death,' Sara would awaken in her perfect world, only she did not have a physical body anymore; she was a mass of black clouds floating around, unable to do anything.

So, Sara was forced to float around, observing her once-perfect world with a pit in her non-existent stomach. The world had become anything from perfect. Thusly, the Upside Down as we know it was born.

The Upside Down. 1978-79

After being defeated by Eleven during the Hawkins Lab Massacre, Henry woke up in a foreign landscape. It was akin to his own world, only darker. This perplexed him, but it also served as a source of intrigue. Henry would travel far and wide, leaving the confines of Hawkins, heading North East. On his venture through the charred landscape, he would observe hairless creatures wandering around on all fours alongside other peculiarities.

By the time he reached New York, Henry would come to adore the life there; it was untouched by man- a perfect example of the world that he wanted. Finally, Henry would find someone else. It did not look like much of a person, but he could sense a consciousness in those black clouds overhead- someone young, he thought. They were in pain, that much was clear, but how did they end up this way? A floating mass of clouds in a dark reflection of his world- how?

One thing was for certain, though: they were powerful. Henry could sense the sheer power radiating off them, and so he needed to harness it. Using his own abilities to give it a form, Henry would give shape to Sara Hopper, who would later be dubbed as "The Mind Flayer." Over their time together, the naïve Sara would be hoodwinked by the charming Henry, eventually agreeing to help him; not only because the man had charm and a point, but because he helped save her from that catatonic state.

For you see, since Sara created the world, all of the creatures and organisms were connected to her via a hivemind, which meant that she controlled them all. Being on the man's right hand, Sara would control the creatures and tell them exactly what Henry wanted, which would later on lead to the mainline events of Stranger Things.

[divorcelawyergunnisonutah]

Estate Planning Attorney West Valley City Utah

Estate Planning Attorney West Valley City Utah

There are steps you can take to minimize estate taxes and ensure that most of your worldly wealth is given to your loved ones. The biggest detriment to an effective estate plan is procrastination in creating a will. Establishing a will is a straightforward process. It lets you name the executor for your estate and which heirs will get what property. You can also stipulate a guardian for any minor children who survive you. It also lets you name contingent beneficiaries secondary heirs who are next in line if your primary heirs die before you do.

If you fail to establish a will, the state will follow established next-of-kin rules and distribute whatever assets survive estate taxation accordingly. If taxes are a consideration Estate planning attorneys in west valley city, Utah helps minimize their sting. One appropriate tool is a trust. Trusts give you greater control over your legacy, permitting you not only to leave a specified amount to an heir, but also to specify the fund’s purpose. And once you fund a trust, those assets are removed from your estate and will not be subject to probate or estate taxation.

Trusts are very useful: They can serve as an endowment for a grandchild or a favorite nonprofit organization, or to meet the special needs of a loved one. Estate planning attorneys are experienced in crafting estate plans for small to multi-million dollar estates, aiming to accomplish the client’s goals with the lowest possible estate, gift and income tax cost. Estates planning services include drafting wills and revocable trusts, setting up charitable entities and private foundations, and handling estate, trust and probate administration. The attorneys also offer a variety of sophisticated planning techniques, including family limited liability companies, irrevocable life insurance trusts, multi-generational dynasty trusts and asset protection trusts.

Estate planning attorneys in West Valley City work closely with clients to make sure their estates are handled in the best manner during their lifetime. A proper estate plan offers peace of mind now and less emotional distress for beneficiaries later. There are reasons to create a trust as part of your estate plan, but each situation requires an analysis to determine the pros and cons of having a trust rather than a simple will. Our attorneys can guide you in creating and understanding the beneficial reasons for having a trust such as avoiding or reducing federal estate taxes and protecting distributions to children of previous marriages.

Assets transferred into a trust are owned by the trust and can include real estate and bank or investment accounts. The trust document, names an administrator who will distribute the assets and income of the trust upon your or your spouse’s death. The estate planning attorneys are often asked by clients to serve as trustees or co-trustees to provide continued legal counsel in the stewardship of the estate as outline by the trust documents. Having an experienced and unbiased trust administrator is important for implementing the directions outlined in the trust.

We can assist with all aspects of trust planning and other asset protection options or just the services with which you need assistance. Trust administration services can include: • Establishing living trusts, irrevocable life insurance trusts or family limited liability companies • Establishing charitable entities or private foundations • Preparing powers of attorney and medical powers of attorney • Conducting annual reviews regarding trust administration for compliance with applicable laws and regulations • Handling trust accounting including preparation and filing of all required state and federal tax forms • Advising on the selection of independent investment advisors, asset allocation and investment performance The needs of each situation vary depending on the size of the estate, the assets involved and whether all assets were properly placed into the trust. While having a trust makes administration and asset distribution easier and less emotionally stressful for the beneficiaries, continued legal counsel can be helpful to: • Advise the trustee on the legal responsibilities in administering a trust • Provide assistance regarding the distribution terms of the trust • Prepare and file of all required state and federal tax forms • Advise on tax issues related to non-U.S. citizen beneficiaries • Defend the trust against claims

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Estate planning on your own can be complicated and costly. And the list is endless… state taxes, bureaucracy, probate courts, unfair appraisals, health care concerns, eligibility of heirs, life insurance, IRAs, 401Ks, annuities, burial or cremation costs, and intent regarding death-postponing treatment to name a few. Not knowing your legal and financial rights often ends up costing you more in the end. Thoughts of estate planning often bring more questions than answers: Could an heir be too young to inherit? Should the inheritance be given at a certain age? Is the intended beneficiary in a shaky marriage with divorce as a possibility? Are there children from a previous marriage? Should inheritance be protected from potential creditors of the heir? Are there taxes that can be avoided? Are you able to avoid the probate court rules, delays, and costs?

Planning what happens to your estate when you’re gone can seem frustrating and intimidating without qualified help. You may feel that you’re too young to care about estate planning. Or, perhaps the reminder of death makes you uncomfortable. You might be tempted to put the whole thing off, assuming that it will just take care of itself. In all cases, estate planning ends up saving your family lots of time, heartache and money.

Every estate planning situation is different. In order to help you, the attorney needs to know you, your unique situation, and the nature of your relationships. Estate planning attorneys in West Valley city are available throughout the process for further discussion regarding questions, change of circumstances, and alternatives. At every step, their tax accountants in West Valley will also be there with you.

They help you… • Clearly define your estate planning goals. • Organize and create your estate planning team (experts on law, finance, and taxes) if you need one. • Evaluate and recommend estate planning options. • Prepare, organize and review your estate planning documents including current wills, trusts, health care and power of attorney. • Decrease the problems and expenses associated with probate. • Lessen taxes at time of death. • Arrange for management of your estate in the event you are incapacitated. • Draft a working plan for conserving and effectively managing your estate after death. • Transfer the assets of your estate to heirs the way you want. • Organize fair and adequate liquidation of estate to cover taxes and other expenses. • Amend your plan as needed.

You also get help with… • Living Wills and Trusts. • Lifetime Family Wealth Transfers. • Family partnerships and other business relationships. • Leaving money to charities. • Preparation for estate and trust tax problems. • The hassles and red tape associated with estate planning can be daunting, but you don’t need to do it alone Estate planning encompasses inventorying your assets, determining asset distribution after your death, considering which estate planning tools you prefer and implementing the plan. Your plan should also include contingencies after all, you might become incapacitated and require long-term care, or your intended heirs might die before you do. The estate planning tools and topics with which attorneys in West Valley City can assist you include: • Wills • Trusts • Revocable living trusts • Irrevocable trusts • Irrevocable life insurance trusts • Special-needs trusts (third-party and self-settled) • Residence trusts • Charitable remainder trusts • Powers of attorney • Durable powers of attorney • Asset protection trusts • Special medical powers of attorney • Limited powers of attorney • Living wills (healthcare directives) • Written statements disposing of tangible personal property • Real property transfers • Estate administration • Medicaid planning • Elder care planning • Guardianships and conservatorships • Elder abuse issues

They have the experience and knowledge that you need. When it comes to estate planning, choose a law firm that is focused on your needs. Estate planning attorneys in West Valley city advises individuals about the legal challenges facing them. They counsel and provide clients with solutions. Their unique process ensures that from the moment you engage their services, you are empowered with knowledge and provided a plan that is tailored to your situation. We realize that you have choices when choosing an attorney, and believe that you should choose a specialist.

Whether you have $100 or $1,000,000, you have an estate. Simply put, an estate is the interest you have in “lands or any other object of property.” By definition Estate Plans are your instructions for estate asset disbursement to heirs at your death. This includes drawing up a will, setting up trusts and gifting property. Estate planning can be motivated by taxes, avoiding probate, ensuring your wishes are carried out correctly, protecting assets, or incentivizing your heirs to do well and be productive. There should not be a “one size fits all” estate plan that works for everyone. Internet based plans often fail because they don’t have the key player’s interests in mind. The following documents are just some of the essential items that a proper estate plan should have: • Powers of Attorney: This is a legal document giving another person authority to act on the behalf of another. The powers can be very broad or very limited. A power of attorney terminates upon the death of the maker or when the principal becomes incapacitated. A Durable Power of Attorney however, stays valid even after incapacity. • Health Care Directive: an advance health care directive names an agent you want to act in your behalf should you become unable to communicate. It specifies how much medical care you do or don’t want and who will work with the doctors to determine your care. Your directive will cover your wishes on organ donation and medical research. Your agent may also be allowed access to your medical records. • Last Will & Testament: a will is a binding legal document that names an executor to administer your estate and also names to whom and in what manner your beneficiaries will receive property. You should know the following about wills: • A will has no legal authority until after death. It does nothing regarding a person’s affairs when they become incapacitated. • A will does not help an estate avoid probate, instead a will essentially guarantees probate if assets are held in the testators name only. A will must be submitted to the probate court to allow the appointment of the executor. • A will is a good place to name guardians of minor children. If you have or expect to have minor children, you need to have a nomination of guardians or you leave the placement of your children to the court’s full discretion subject to possible intense family litigation. • Trusts: Trusts come in many different flavors including the simple and complex. Essentially a trust is a legal entity with at least three parties: a trust maker, a trustee (manager) and a trust beneficiary. A trust can be revocable or subject to change. A revocable living trust is commonly created by an individual or couple whereby they are the trust maker, trustee and beneficiary all at once. If incapacity or death occurs, then successors step in to carry out the trust terms. A trust can also be irrevocable whereby the terms cannot be changed without the full consent of all beneficiaries. Also, special needs trusts and discretionary trusts can be established to protect trust principal from creditors and to preserve public benefits.

Estate planning used to be more focused on avoiding estate taxes. For the majority of people today, their estate will not have to worry about paying estate taxes unless their estate is over $5 million. However, the chances are significantly greater that they will need some type of long term care in an assisted living facility, nursing home or at home. There are several ways to fund long term care including out of pocket, with Long Term Care insurance, and/or government assistance like Medicaid benefits. If you are asset rich then you may be able to “self insure” your long term care risks by just paying out of pocket. Or, if you qualify and can afford the premiums, long term care insurance can be a great way to prepare for the high costs of long term care. A majority of people today in local nursing homes use Medicaid to pay for their stay. There are many misconceptions about qualifying for Medicaid.

Some think that in order to qualify you cannot have any assets and that Medicaid will take away your home after you die. While there is some truth to having limited assets, with proper planning some or most of your assets may be able to be preserved while allowing Medicaid to assist financially. Through the use of special irrevocable trust assets can receive protection from estate recovery after death and will not be countable during the Medicaid application process. However, Medicaid has a 5 year “look back” period on gifts and transfers to these types of trusts so it is imperative to plan well in advance.

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West Valley City, Utah

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    West Valley City, Utah

City

City of West Valley City

The Maverik Center in West Valley City, home of the Utah Grizzlies ice hockey team.

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Motto: 

“Progress as promised.”[1]

Location within Salt Lake County

West Valley City

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Coordinates: 40°41′21″N 111°59′38″WCoordinates: 40°41′21″N 111°59′38″W Country  United States State  Utah County Salt Lake Settled 1847 Incorporated 1980 Government

   • Mayor Karen Lang [2] Area

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 • Total 35.88 sq mi (92.92 km2)  • Land 35.83 sq mi (92.79 km2)  • Water 0.05 sq mi (0.14 km2) Elevation

  4,304 ft (1,312 m) Population

 (2020)[4]

 • Total 140,230  • Density 3,913.76/sq mi (1,511.11/km2) Time zone UTC−7 (Mountain (MST))  • Summer (DST) UTC−6 (MDT) Area code(s) 385, 801 FIPS code 49-83470[5] GNIS feature ID 1437843[6] Website www.wvc-ut.gov

West Valley City is a city in Salt Lake County and a suburb of Salt Lake City in the U.S. state of Utah. The population was 140,230 at the 2020 census,[4] making it the second-largest city in Utah. The city incorporated in 1980 from a large, quickly growing unincorporated area, combining the four communities of Granger, Hunter, Chesterfield, and Redwood. It is home to the Maverik Center and USANA Amphitheatre.

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[purrincesskittens]

my theory for dragons in the Atla universe as dragon!zuko is a popular theme that I'm in love with. Can't remember who its by but there was a incomplete fic out there on ao3 with a dragon!Bato that I remember seeing when I explored the dragon!Zuko tag on ao3. I also mention a character from @muffinlance 's Slavage, Panuk, in this theory because I have seen them in a few dragon!Zuko stories before and I thought him being a dragon himself would be interesting especially with his background.

Dragons are rare outside the fire nation. In the fire nation they are more uncommon then anything as having dragon blood is usually found in nobles or old blood lines actual original pure dragons were hunted to what was thought as extinction and no more pure dragon bloods were born as some dragons could take on human shapes gifted by Agni which resulted in the first dragon bloods . Zuko is a dragon same with Azula and their mother was of dragon blood and showed characteristics of a dragon from being descended from Roku. Uncle Iroh also has dragon characteristics while Ozai has very faint dragon characteristics. Sozin and Roku were known as some of the last known pure blooded dragon bloods. Most of those who are dragons now are not pure bloods not even Sozins line despite attempts to keep the blood line as pure as possible hence why Azulon arranged the marriage between someone of Roku's line and Sozin's line to try and bring more dragon blood back into their line which was a success and generated two actual dragons. Zuko has less control over his instincts then Azula and takes longer to shift then Azula and shifted later then her. His fire was always considered weaker then hers in either form. Azula was just better at hiding her dragon instincts as she got older then Zuko and has taught herself how to behave in a certain expected manner when she is in her dragon form. Azula is more of a lightning dragon then a fire dragon like Zuko and is the best flyer and can withstand hotter temperatures but Zuko is is more flexible and the better climber and swimmer and can hold his breath longer overall he has the most stamina as a dragon built up over time thanks to training with Uncle. Dragon blood lines try to marry strictly within other dragon blood lines in attempts to keep their blood pure and breed stronger dragon blood in the next generation.

Outside the fire nation in the earth kingdom dragon bloods are rare and growing rarer as those found to have dragon blood are recruited/forced/coerced into the army and used on the front lines for their increased fire resistance compared to normal earth kingdom soldiers which usually results in their early deaths as they still are not fully fire proof no dragon blooded has been since before Sozin and Roku even and even then there were limits no dragon known could survive an volcanic eruption or if enough fire was held directly against them.

The air nomads had dragons among them but they were wiped out along side their brethren. Aang is not a dragon nor of dragon blood but he knew several air nomads who were of dragon blood such as his mentor Monk Gyatso who was of dragon blood and had faint dragon characteristics.

In the Water Tribes only the south has dragons. The northern tribe eliminates all dragons to purify their people of the believed filth that is dragon blood. The southern tribe had more dragons before the raids began but now after the raids there are two known dragons left. Part of it is baby dragons or dragon bloods don't survive the winters with no sun. They end up falling into a coma like sleep and never waking up before eventually passing before spring can come. Those with faint dragon blood try to ensure any pregnancies are timed so that the children are born during the early spring so they are older and stronger by the time winter comes having the midnight sun of summer to grow strong during. Bato is from a surpisingly rather strong line of dragon blood despite no attempts having been made to keep it that way and was the only dragon blooded child of his generation to survive despite being born during the winter. He is more of a water dragon though and can't fly his wings are more fin like but is a strong swimmer and can breath boiling hot water. He will swallow water and heat it within his body before spraying it now boiling hot back out at his enemies. He is weaker against fire due to this compared to say Zuko but can withstand more drastic water temperatures and the cold compared to Zuko who can't handle the cold as well since he is a fire dragon. Panuk is the second dragon belonging to the Southern Water Tribes. He is more like a wyvern though with his front limbs being his wings with claws on them and he has long back legs that can run much faster over larger distances compared to Zuko or Bato. He can't fly either really his wings aren't big enough. He has glided low over the ground after getting a strong running start before but can't fly like Zuko can. He also can't breath fire or water but he does have the loudest roar and strongest bite force. Zuko is a decent enough flyer and fighter in his dragon shape and can climb much better then most dragons as well as swim better considering he is a fire dragon Azula can swim just not nearly as well as Zuko.

When Zuko meets Bato and Panuk he tries to teach them both to fly. This goes as well as one would think it does. Bato would prefer to stick to the water he's to old to learn to fly thank you very much. Panuk can't get enough leverage to get high enough to do more then glide he really isn't built for flying or swimming. Each has their specialty. Bato as the oldest is of course the biggest dragon at over 40 feet in length around the size of a giant squid while Panuk is next around 20 to 25 feet followed by Zuko who is only around 6 to 8 feet long and seems to be constantly molting as he is in a growth spurt period. Dragons can continue grow almost all their lives the older they get the larger they are. Bato prefers soaking in water to remove his molts or has Hakoda help while Panuk just likes to roll around and rub against stuff to remove his unless he can get someone to help. Zuko usually needs human help to get his molts off as his shed skin still sticks to much to the new scales underneath but otherwise he likes nearly boiling hot water or rolling in hot coals it softens his new scales and helps separatethe skin from them. Dragons also shed scales on occasion if some are damaged they shed them as new ones grow in and some shed them like animals with fur coats do during the spring and fall to get summer and winter scales in.

Dragons do hoard things even just those with dragon blood do. It's not that unusual for dragons and dragon bloods to hoard the people they are closest with. Zuko likes to hoard people. What few people he likes he is over protective of. His crew on the Wani are part of his hoard and now the Akhult crew. Azula is a part of his hoard along with his mother. He still loves them both even if Azula and him have a complicated relationship and his mother hasn't been around for years. Object wise he likes swords and theater scrolls and occasionally tea sets usually those he gives to his uncle who hoards them. He also has a hoard of turtleducks back at the fire nation palace that he started by accident and grew over time and refused to let anyone remove them. They are still there and the flock has grown too big to remove. Almost all courtyards with ponds now have smaller groups of turtleducks that originated from the flock Zuko started as a child. Zuko only has a few hoard items he cherishes enough to keep with him when he has to travel most of which he can keep on his immediate person. Bato hoards bones. He carves them for ceremonial use and for weapons. His tent back in the tribe was filled with his carvings some he shared with Hakoda because Hakoda and his family are part of his hoard. Sokka and Katara loved climbing on him in his dragon form as young kids and Katara loved trying to copy his water breath attack with her bending. Panuk hoards jewelry and beads as well as metal objects. He has few hoard items most he wears on him or are his weapons. Zuko and Panuk are similar in that aspect with keeping their hoards on them and keeping them small but Zuko hoards more people then Panuk does.

Hakoda is used to his best friends dragon form and they have their own way of communicating while Bato is a dragon. This method does not work with Zuko who had his own method of communication with Uncle Iroh who understood him enough and enough dragon behavior to form a method of communication with him. Panuk has a more simpler method that matchs his human body language more. Dragons don't always understand each other in dragon forms if they haven't been raised together or have a set method for communication between them already. Zuko is very nippy as a dragon compared to Panuk who is more vocal while Bato is calmer and steadier when Bato was younger him and Hakoda got into so many wrestling matches even when he was in his dragon form but those became less and less the bigger he got especially after he accidentally hurt Hakoda during one. They still happen on occasion to this day between them but Bato has learned to be more careful especially if Sokka and Katara are around. It's just easier and safer to wrestle as humans then human and dragon.

[millylotus]

Madrigal Batfamily

I've only seen a few posts using this comparison but Holy Fuck! It's fun!

In my head the characters wouldn't match up perfectly so I'm going to take most of the comparisons from the songs, and then make actual character comparisons through the talking.

Alfred/Julieta: The food obviously but also the fact that everyone relies on Alfie the most emotionally.

Bruce/Alma: I feel like Bruce would fit well in Alma's position of leader, and the fact that he holds steadfast on the traditions and norms that saved him as a child and later on.

Barbara/Camilo: It may seem strange at first but I think that she has a similar feel as Camilo with Luisa added in. She acts as a support network for Cass in the same way Camilo acts for Pepa. But also has enough humor in her to scare the crap out of her siblings with stories about Jason/Bruno.

Dick/Luisa: Dick is always under a form of emotional stress because he's the oldest aside from Barbara. Although in cannon he takes out this stress in more violent ways than Luisa did he still feels like if he doesn't measure up and take care of his siblings he'll fail them like he did Jason and Steph.

Jason/Bruno: He's the outcast of the family, like Bruno, but unlike Bruno, he was removed because he died and came back and one the first thing he did was beat up Tim. Which is not cool. He intentionally keeps himself separate because he cares and he knows he could hurt his family. Even better is like Bruno he left because he felt threatened and scared of Bruce/Alma and didn't want to hurt Tim/Maribel more.

Cass/Dolores/Isabela: Now I think that Cass would have powers like Dolores and serve the plot in the same way but I don't think she'd be the Forgotten Child in the Family dynamic she'd be put in the Favorite Child part. With the Mariano plot as well because it just makes sense for Bruce or Alfred to unintentionally pressure her into marriage.

Steph/Pepa: Steph is a very emotional person but because she expresses them so freely compared to the others she's told to calm down a lot much like Pepa. She also seems like the type of person to hold a grudge long enough to talk so badly about Jason/Bruno.

Tim/Mirabel/Dolores: As I said before on Jason's part Tim would be put in the role of Mirabel. Because I feel like he would always doubt his place in the family and feel more like Bruce's temporary Band-Aid over the gaping wound that Jason left after his death. But he isn't the Black Sheep like Mirabel but more of the Forgotten Child overlooked because they are seen as more self-sufficient than the other children.

Duke/Isabela: Now I know what your thinking, 'how can Duke be Isabela he's more like Camilo', and I hear that but I don't think that would work in every way. I like to bring out Duke's differences compared to the other Bats and his powers are a good way to show it (he keeps his powers, by the way, no flower-power). If he were Isabela he would be made the Perfect Child the one you brag about. He'd use light-related powers for the most part. But then when he discovers his shadow powers he'll realize just how far his reach is. And that he shouldn't limit himself to what is conventionally pretty when the dark is as just or more alluring than pure light.

Damian/Antonio: Personality-wise these two aren't extremely similar but that's mostly because I can't see Tim acting as Mirabel for Damian during the gift ceremony. Jason on the other hand would work very well as silent support in the background for Damian. While Dick would be the one to walk him to the door physically. Arc wise they are similar Damian wants to make his family proud and for them to love him and stay with him. He's a bit more snarky compared to Antonio but aside from that, it works.

Mariano: I don't think there's a good Marino that I would choose but Conner would work in-between Tim and Cass, though I don't really ship him with anyone in the Batfamily. Bernard could work as well if I want the Mariano to end up with Tim. But I more want Cass to treat the Mariano as a step in her realization that she is not straight which would be very fun. I also like the idea of Duke being pressured into finding someone to be with and has a love interest or two but he never fully commits to one person, he's more avoiding the situation through flattery more than anything.

Felix: I want Felix/Pepa to be Dick/Barbara. It feels a lot more right than paring Steph with somebody who isn't Cass, either way, I don't ship her with anyone anyways. And Dick is such a simp to everyone he dates or flirts with. Now the process of Barbara creating a hurricane is still up in the air for me. But if Steph is just off to the sidelines and hears this she would probably subconsciously create a storm. Even so, she wouldn't be a part of the family yet the wedding would be public because Encanto/Gotham is kinda small here. And yes Barbara is in her wheelchair but not during the wedding

Agustin: Agustin/Julieta could be Selina/Bruce, Selina would easily be put in a role to help Tim because here she would have just married into the family and is just now realizing that she cares deeply for the kids.

SONGS

The Family Madrigal - Tim/Mirabel, Dick/Luisa, Duke/Isabela, Cass/Dolores, Damian/Antonio, Jason/Bruno, Bruce/Alma, Alfred/Julieta, Steph/Pepa, Babs/Felix/Camilo, Selina/Agustin

Waiting on a Miracle - Tim/Mirabel

We don't talk about Bruno - Babs/Pepa, Dick/Felix, Cass/Dolores1, Steph/Camilo, Duke/Isabela, Tim/Dolores2, Maribel/Damian [minus Duke talking down to Damian]

Surface Pressure - Dick/Luisa

What Else Can I Do - Duke/Isabela, Tim/Maribel

[arofili]

elves of arda ✹ gondolindrim ✹ headcanon disclaimer ✹ @gondolinweek

          Itarillë Vanisailë was the daughter of Turukáno Ñolofinwion and Elenwë Calimiel. She was only a child when the Ñoldor marched across the Helcaraxë, a treacherous journey where she lost her mother. Her father, always a serious nér, grew even grimmer after this tragedy and kept Itarillë close to his side.           The arrival of the Noldor in Beleriand allowed for Itarillë to exercise slightly more freedom than she had been allowed on the Ice, though Turukáno still would not allow her to wander far. As she grew into adulthood, Itarillë loved and resented her father in equal measure, for he was the only parent she retained and yet denied her the agency she craved.           Itarillë went with Turukáno to Nevrast, and while she loved the sea she missed the company of those few friends who had not quailed from her father’s intimidating presence, including the young healer Meleth who charmed her to distraction. She missed also her uncle Findekáno, a gay and jovial prince who indulged her more rebellious tendencies and shielded her from Turukáno’s anxiety. Itarillë grew restless in Vinyamar, chafing against her father’s stern watch, and eventually fled secretly to visit her uncle in Dor-lómin (and Meleth, who served in his house) without Turukáno’s leave. Turukáno lost his temper dramatically when he discovered her flight, an incident that resulted in his close friend and cousin Finrod taking him away on a journey to come to terms with his fears and losses.           Turukáno was gone for a year, during which time Itarillë finally felt she could breathe and discover what kind of nís she wanted to be. Finrod arranged for her cousins Orodreth and Tyelperinquar to keep her company while Fingon, Galadriel, and Aredhel kept watch over the band of youths; the cousins engaged in many lighthearted adventures and dramatics, including teasing Orodreth over his infatuation with the Sindarin princess Amathluin, daughter of the rulers of the Mithrim Sindar. Itarillë and Meleth flirted for several months, exchanging a few kisses and love letters before they decided that they were not fated to bond, settling instead into a deep and abiding friendship that would stand the test of time.           When Finrod and Turukáno returned, the distance between father and daughter had mellowed their tempers, and they were reunited with gladness. As Itarillë, or Idril as she became known in Sindarin, came of age, Turukáno gradually relaxed his vigilance over her safety and grew to confide in her of his plans to build a city safe from the dangers of Beleriand. Idril proved an invaluable counselor as he began work on Ondolindë’s construction, and Turukáno proved his trust in her by granting her a noble House of her own once they retreated into the city’s walls.           In the safety of Tumladen, Idril reassumed her Quenya name, and was known both as the Princess of Ondolindë and the Lady of the House of the Wing. She took this symbol from the swans she had loved in Vinyamar, having learned their language from her kinswoman Galadriel, originally of the Teleri of Alqualondë. Among the folk of the Wing were Itarillë’s friend Meleth and her house-carl Hendor, a footman she had befriended during her year in Fingon’s court.           Itarillë was a skilled dancer, both as a solo performer and with her friend Meleth as a partner, and for this and her habit of walking about the streets of Ondolindë unshod, she earned the epessë Telpevontál, or Celebrindal. She was for the most part removed from the politics of her father’s court, for she held more interest in dancing and tending to the palace gardens than quarrelling with her fellow lords. Nonetheless, when she held an opinion on King Turukáno’s policies, she was certain to make her voice known, and all respected her input.           Though Itarillë was not herself a hunter, she would sometimes accompany her aunt Aredhel, Lady of the Tower of Snow, on expeditions outside the city limits. She still yearned for freedom, and though the confinement within the white stone walls of Ondolindë was less stifling for her than it was for her aunt she wished to breathe the open air and have space to herself from time to time. When Aredhel left Gondolin to visit Fingon in Dor-lómin, Itarillë half-wished to accompany her, but she knew her place was at her father’s side. Upon Aredhel’s disappearance and her later death, Itarillë was deeply grieved, for she had loved her aunt dearly.           Though Aredhel perished, her son lived, though Itarillë knew not what to make of Maeglin Lómion, the cousin she never expected to have. His apparent apathy upon the execution of his father unsettled her, and though she was naturally sympathetic to a young ellon so cruelly orphaned his oddness made her hesitate to befriend him. It helped not at all that he seemed to shy away from her, even as he grew more confident in his position as the King’s nephew and revealed a more charming and charismatic side to the people of Gondolin.           Penlod, the Lairde of both the Pillar and the Tower of Snow after Aredhel’s demise, would still at times invite Itarillë to accompany them on hunts outside of Ondolindë. On one such occasion, Penlod also extended the invitation to Maeglin, and he eagerly accepted the chance to see some of the outside world. While on this ill-fated expedition, the hunters were attacked by white wolves from the mountains, and Itarillë and Lómion were separated from the rest of the group.           Lómion suffered a great injury in defending Itarillë from the wolves, and Itarillë, who had learned some healing from Meleth, insisted on treating his wounds. When conventional methods did little to staunch the bleeding, she insisted on Singing the wound closed despite Lómion’s great reluctance. Itarillë and Lómion both were strong in ósanwë, though Itarillë’s talent lay in perceiving the minds of others and Lómion’s in shielding his mind from any who wished to peer into his thoughts; Itarillë had long been curious—and, admittedly, a little suspicious—as to what lay hidden in her cousin’s heart.           As she Sang healing into Lómion’s hröa, their fëar mingled and Itarillë was shocked to discover that Lómion’s secret was his infatuation with her despite their close kinship, now rising to the surface of his thoughts. Astonished and not a little bit horrified, Itarillë faltered, retreating from his mind and succeeding only in making his injury worse. Luckily, they were recovered by Penlod soon after, and Maeglin was tended to by more experienced healers, but the incident deeply affected both cousins. They never spoke of it again, and Itarillë distanced herself from Maeglin more than she had already, engendering further bitterness between them.           When Turukáno marched with ten thousand soldiers to fight in the Fifth Battle, he first asked Maeglin to act as regent in absence, but he insisted on accompanying the King to war. Privately, Itarillë was glad to see him gone, for she trusted her cousin less with every passing year and did not wish to leave Ondolindë in his hands. Indeed, she was offended that her father had gone to him first with this request, and offered the regency to her only after Maeglin had refused. Nevertheless, when the warriors departed, it was Itarillë who ruled the city until the King’s return.           Not long after the disaster of the Nírnaeth Arnœdiad and her father’s ascension to High King of the Noldor, a Man arrived in Gondolin with a message from Ulmo. This was Tuor, son of Huor who had dwelt a year in Ondolindë as a child, and Itarillë was fascinated by the noble bearing and easy charm about him almost as much as she was troubled by Turukáno’s refusal to heed Ulmo’s ominous warning.           Itarillë befriended Tuor, and when Turukáno—encouraged by Maeglin—dismissed her counsel again and again, she and her new companion began to work together on a secret tunnel out of the city and into the mountains. As their collaboration progressed, Itarillë found herself growing deeply fond of Tuor, and gladly accepted his advances when he requested to court her.           At first Turukáno hesitated to see their love developing, but he recalled the last words of Huor his friend: “From you and from me a new star shall arise.” Meditating on this prophecy, he at last agreed to Tuor’s proposal of marriage, giving him the green stone known as the Elessar, once a symbol of his brother’s marriage, to his future law-son as a token of approval. Tuor took the stone and commissioned the smith Enerdhil of the Hammer of Wrath to restore it to its former glory and set it into a necklace he gave as a wedding gift to Itarillë. Tuor joined his wife as the leader of her House of the Wing; in only a year’s time, their son Eärendil Ardamírë was born.           Itarillë’s suspicion of Maeglin only grew in these years, for her cousin made no secret of his distrust and jealousy of Tuor. He gifted little Eärendil a small coat made of mithril, and while she was not so foolish as to deny such a precious gift, she resolved to watch him ever more closely. In Eärendil’s sixth year, Maeglin delved deep into the mines of Anghabar for longer than he ever had before, and Itarillë guessed he was preparing for some twisted scheme.           When at last Maeglin returned to Ondolindë, he was even grimmer and harried than usual; he would often approach Itarillë in private and attempt to speak to her, but his words would die in his throat and he would flee into the darkness. Itarillë confided her worries to Tuor, and her husband thereafter made an effort to remain by her side as often as he could. Shortly before the celebration of Tarnin Austa, Maeglin for the last time caught Itarillë on her own, insisting she take as a gift a curious dagger that would glow should the Enemy come near. Deeply troubled by this veiled threat, Itarillë set aside the blade and never used it, fearing it was somehow cursed.           At last the dreadful doom for which Tuor and Itarillë had long been preparing came to pass, for on the morn of Tarnin Austa the armies of Morgoth attacked Gondolin and its great Fall began. Once more Tuor and Itarillë begged Turukáno to flee the city, but at Maeglin’s urging he instead chose to fight and attempt to hold the city. Itarillë left at once to prepare her secret way, knowing that the hidden kingdom would fall and she would need to lead its survivors to safety, while Tuor reluctantly rallied the House of the Wing to arms.           As Itarillë made her way to her tunnel with Eärendil, she was accosted by Maeglin, whose mental defenses were now tattered and torn. Seeing clearly now that he had betrayed them, Itarillë attempted to fight him off, but with a few of his folk to aid him he captured her and dragged her to the cliffside. Raving and mad, Maeglin ranted that Morgoth’s victory was inevitable and it would be a kinder fate for them all to die at his hands than be tortured by the Enemy’s servants; he seized Eärendil and would have thrown him off the walls of the city had Itarillë not resisted him. He sneered at her for forgetting the blade he gave her, and in a moment of desperation their minds touched briefly one last time.           In that moment Tuor arrived, rushing to the defense of his wife and child. Maeglin swung his blade wildly, striking little Eärendil, but his blow was in vain for the child wore the mithril coat he himself had crafted. Swiftly, Tuor broke Maeglin’s arm, recovered Eärendil, and as soon as Itarillë had the boy safely in her arms he pressed Maeglin to the edge of Caragdûr and shoved him off the edge. Thus fell Maeglin, dying the same death as his father—but Itarillë was reeling, for in their very last moment of contact Maeglin had bared his soul to her entirely, revealing that his treachery had been coerced and that he was under a spell of Morgoth, and that he had been attempting to warn her of the attack for months. It was not enough to make up for the death and destruction and doom, but Itarillë could not find it in her heart to be glad that he was dead.           Yet there was no time to process her roiling emotions, for the battle raged on. Itarillë resumed her efforts to usher the commonfolk of Ondolindë into her tunnel, and Tuor led his warriors back into the fray, leaving his friend Voronwë to guard his family. Tuor forced his way to the battle at the gate, fighting alongside Ecthelion of the Fountain, where he slew three orc-lords and five Balrogs. He was forced to retreat when the walls fell and Ecthelion was injured, and the Fountain and the Wing fell back to the Square of the King, joined by the Tree on their journey. There a bitter last stand was made, in which Ecthelion perished killing Gothmog, Lord of Balrogs, and at last Turukáno saw that Gondolin was indeed fallen. He ordered Tuor to lead the retreat of those who yet lived, though despite Tuor’s pleading he refused to flee himself.           Tuor and Itarillë led the surviving exiles through their secret way, giving charge of little Eärendil to Hendor, Meleth, and Voronwë while they ensured the safety of their people. As they fled into the mountains and the city crumbled behind them, the refugees were attacked once more by a Balrog, and were saved only by the intervention of the Eagles and by the valiance of Glorfindel of the Golden Flower, who was dragged to his death by the demon he slew.           Idril and Tuor led the Gondolindrim on a long and winding journey to the Havens of Sirion, and after seeing their son married, departed out to Sea in search of Valinor where Idril had been born. There is more to their tale, and though it is filled with great sorrow it concludes in joy and family reunited against all odds, for though Arda was Marred it shall not be so forever.

[canary3d-obsessed]

Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 11 first part

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Goodness)

Warning: Spoilers for All 50 Episodes!

Okay! This episode is a real slice of healthy family dynamics, not triggering in any way. [Uh if this is your first Restless Rewatch: that is sarcasm, dear readers]

Goodbye to You, Goodbye to Everything We Knew

Nie Huaisang asks why Meng Yao has to leave and Meng Yao says "I killed a guy without permission, so your brother fired me." 

Ha ha ha ha no he doesn't. But he does give Nie Huaisang a sweet, sad smile; he seems touched by NHS's distress. 

Meng Yao carefully removes Nie Huaisang's hands from his shoulders and bows to him, wordlessly signaling the change in their relationship from intimate friends to formal strangers, while Nie Huaisang looks crushed. 

They will return to intimate friendship in the future, but falsely. Meng Yao believes that truly loving a person can include destroying their family and using them as an instrument in your murder plots as long as you don't directly harm them.  Nie Huaisang eventually learns to use people just as brutally, but he doesn't lie to himself about what he's doing. This farewell may be the last harmless moment between these friends. 

Jiang Cheng is distressed by what's going on, while Wei Wuxian crosses his arms and watches, fully in Sherlock Holmes mode, instead of his more usual concerned-for-my-friend mode. This may signal mistrust of Meng Yao, who refused his initial attempt at friendship, and not in a sexy, slice-your-face-off way.  Or it may mean that he's reserving judgement on a complicated family situation. He maintains his uncharacteristic reserve through the entire encounter. 

(more behind the cut!)

Nie Huaisang runs in and asks his brother WTF happened. Nie Mingjue says "he killed my subordinate without permission, when he knows perfectly well power must flow from the ruler; it's like he didn't even read that Foucault book I gave him."

Ha ha ha actually he just yells at his brother, as if NHS doesn’t have his own relationship with Meng Yao after being wonder twink powers with him for probably a couple of years now. NHS has to sit and process his loss and confusion in silence.

As a younger sibling who would make friends with my older siblings' girlfriends and then lose those friends if they broke up, for reasons having nothing to do with why I liked their girlfriends, I super feel Nie Huaisang's pain here.

OTOH, older siblings are entitled to have break ups and not explain themselves to anyone besides their lover because that's the nature of intimacy. The moral is, uhh...don't have a family curse that makes you unreasonably angry. 

Jiang Cheng steps up to advocate for Meng Yao, because Meng Yao is injured, and because Jiang Cheng is actually a born leader who knows better than to throw away a useful subordinate. For example, even when Wei Wuxian is at his drunkest and most defiant, Jiang Cheng tries to reform him, not kick him out, only drawing the line at having unpopular zombie friends.

Wei Wuxian continues to keep his mouth shut, waiting for Nie Mingjue to calm down, and speaking only about the tactical situation. He clearly knows there's more to this story but he's pretty good at keeping his head down in a family ruckus, and we're about to learn why.

Yunmeng Town

The Yunmeng bros go home to Lotus Pier, where they are greeted in town with bows, smiles, and free stuff.

We've mostly been seeing them in their roles within the cultivation community, where Jiang Cheng is grumpy and anxious, and Wei Wuxian is sassy and iconoclastic. Here among common people, they are both charming, friendly, and polite, like the imaginary good kind of gentry.

They hear the news from a local lotus seller that the small clans are coming to the Jiang Clan for shelter, but that otherwise everything's ok, which doesn't sound like everything is ok at all. He gives Wei Wuxian a giant bag of lotuses for his sister to make soup from.

Home to Lotus Pier

All the disciples practicing in the courtyard at Lotus Pier are excited to see them, and one girl goes running to tell Jiang Yanli. Thanks to the admittedly beautiful design of Lotus Pier, she is running for a long time.

A long, long time. Getting around on all these insane walkways must be a real drag if you're not the flying sort of cultivator.

Discipline and Punish

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian immediately go and kneel while they wait for their official punishment. Jiang Cheng is kinda worried about the punishment and Wei Wuxian is like, I'm good at being punished, just let me do it. 

Much later, and for a really long fucking time

He also tries to get Jiang Cheng to stop being mad, even giving him skritches while he says they should be brothers after they die.

Which they will, as it happens, although Jiang Cheng after the Wen torture is only mostly golden-core dead, while WWX dies for real.

When Jiang Fengmian shows up Jiang Cheng starts to explain that they were with Lan Wangji, but Wei Wuxian hushes him; he is still keeping the secret of the Yin Iron. Although he's keeping it in exactly the manner that a teenager keeps their weed stash secret: immediately tell literally every teen friend about it, but keep it extra secret from everybody's parents. 

Happy Families Are All Alike

Now we get to meet Yu Ziyuan, who is generally styled Madame Yu but who I'm going to call by her name just as if she was a male character. More on that concept in a minute. She rolls up looking, smelling, feeling like a million yuan, with her two murder bitches in tow.

Her marriage is an unhappy one, and her husband does his best to avoid her and avoid conflict, lying to the kids that she's tired and then sending her away later with the same line about being tired, which is a particularly gendered kind of gaslighting. She is obviously not tired, other than being tired of Jiang Fengmian's shit.

I'm not going to say she's the worst mother ever, because parenthood in a feudal society entails a wide range of skills, many of which she has in abundance. She starts off with a relatively tender greeting to Jiang Cheng, tuning up his always-amazing sartorial style, which is exactly like her own. They are all ready for the mommy & me fashion show.

That said, she dishes out hellacious verbal abuse to everyone in her family. She targets each one in turn, making Wei Wuxian the focus of most of her ire, but without ever directly speaking to him. He is not, in her view, part of her family. 

The Stages of Family Dinner

1. Try to fix it and defuse the situation

2. Yeah no

3. Just keep your head down and be glad it’s not your turn in the hot seat

This family meal hammers home how much Wei Wuxian is not, actually, part of the family. Jiang Fengmian adopted him into the clan, and told A-Cheng and A-Yi to treat him as a sibling, but he didn't give him the Jiang name, and he didn't get his wife's approval. He also doesn’t expect him to dress like any other clan member, apparently. 

Compare this to how Lan Wangji, actual good parent, fully integrates his own adopted son into his clan and family, starting with giving him the Lan surname.  

The hits just keep coming as she goes after Jiang Cheng for being less gifted than Wei Wuxian, Yanli for performing labor for Wei Wuxian, and Jiang Fengmian for possibly begetting Wei Wuxian.

On first watching this scene I took her question "Is this how you raise someone else's son?" to mean that she thought Jiang Fengmian was being too nice to a kid who was actually an outsider, taking resources away from the real kids. But on rewatching, it's pretty clear that she's saying his favoring Wei Wuxian is evidence that Wei Wuxian is NOT someone else's son; that he's Jiang Fengmian's bastard. 

Jiang Fengmian doesn't say a thing to this, or to her mentioning WWX’s mother. This shit is why WWX is running around in the world desperate for any crumb of info he can get about his Mom; he hears about her all the goddamn time at home, but only as insults to her character.  

A Bitch is Not Wrong

Here's the thing, though; a lot of what Yu Ziyuan says is correct. 

Jiang Fengmian should be a lot more concerned about the danger to the children, and should not leave it up to the kids to decide who's going to bear that danger.

Yanli does a lot of food=love, which is ok in the right doses, but causes her to pretty extremely lose face during the whole "soup for Jin Zixuan" debacle. And her doting on Wei Wuxian is...kinda excessive. I mean, yeah, she’s more like a mom than a sister to him, but still. Running out onto an active battlefield to look for him, frex, will be a skosh too much. 

I have a dictionary too, mom

Jiang Cheng, as the future clan leader, shouldn't let his attachments affect his decision making, and should let Wei Wuxian, who's the superior cultivator, fend for himself more often. We love Jiang Cheng for those moments where he puts himself in harm's way to protect his loved ones, but it's not a good strategy. He constantly yells at Wei Wuxian for the exact same thing he does all the time himself; he just limits who he does it for.

After she roasts the shit out of everyone for these failings, she leaves, and everyone sits around being miserable and not talking about what just happened. 

Not to be gender studies-y on main but: the awful things she says to her children are really not very different from the things that Jiang Cheng says to Jin Ling, although her targeting is more adept. JC also says a lot of mean things to WWX when he’s angry. When a man says cruel or insulting things, it's often presented as real love hidden under a rough exterior. When a woman does it, she's a monster.

If you enjoy this sort of interaction you should definitely have a look at Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf and the plays of Eugene O'Neill.

Road Runner

Oh thank god, moving on

Lan Wangji is headed back to Cloud Recesses, and gets ambushed by the roadside with the most ridiculous trap this side of Wile E. Coyote.

Wen Chao thinks the "rug over a hole" trap is a good idea for someone who can literally fly.

Lan Wangji doesn't faff about with sword riding, he just fucking goes up in the air and stays there until he is good goddamn ready to come down. A hole in the sidewalk is really not going to be a problem for him. 

Wen Zhuliu does get in one kick before Lan Wanji yeets backwards away from him, in a moment that's scarier on rewatching, now that I know what Wen Zhuliu is capable of.

Wen Chao talks some smack to Lan Wangji, hilariously complaining about "your patronizing tone" to a man who has literally never spoken a word to him, IIRC, and certainly isn't speaking now. Maybe it's a mistranslation and should be "attitude," or maybe Wen Chao is just that dumb.

Apparently Wei Wuxian made a stack of talismans for Lan Wangji to take on the road with him. This talisman is a twin to the one Lan Wangji brings out way, way later in Yunping, when Wei Wuxian says "you even have kept it until now." Missing scene alert! What else did he make for him?

In Yunping this talisman is used to distract some random harmless street bullies. Here it is used against a seven-man murder squad.

This works.

Assault on Cloud Recesses

Forgettable disciple #1, Su She, comes rushing in to tell Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen that Cloud Recesses is under attack.

I'm pretty sure these dudes already know it, because they are meditating extra hard with a buttload of incense, and Lan Qiren is about to cough up some blood. So I think they're trying to hold the ward, rather than just, like, chilling while their disciples get stabbed.

Cloud Recesses is super on fire, you guys; it's going to totally burn to the ground; look at that conflagration, oh the humanity, etc.

Lan Qiren Rises to the Occasion

Ok, I like to rag on Failmaster Qiren and he is definitely an authoritarian dick a whole lot of the time, but in this scene he is fucking amazing.

He starts off worrying about Lan Wangji, not just out of affection but out of strategic planning, probably in equal parts. All three of these Lans take their clan responsibilities extremely seriously.

Then he calmly assesses the situation while imperturbable Lan Xichen freaks the fuck out. 

Lan Xichen is right to be alarmed, because he knows his uncle, he knows one of them is likely to die, and he knows that Lan Qiren will choose to take the hit.

I love, love, love Lan Qiren's physicality here; how centered and assured he is, as he holds his nephew steady and explains what is required of both of them.

Lan Xichen knows Lan Qiren is right. He is utterly fucking devastated, and all he can do to show his love...

...is to obey. 

This whole scene just. kills me.

Su She and forgettable disciple #2 are in the room for this whole conversation, and they join Lan Xichen in this deep bow. Note: I will be reminding everyone of this fact in Part 2.

Whew. This episode is a LOT. Part 2 Coming Soon!

Writing Prompt: What other goodies did Wei Wuxian put in Lan Wangji's care package before Lan Wangji hit the road without saying goodbye?

Soundtrack: 1. Michelle Branch, Goodbye to You 2. Ludacris, Stand Up

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SFW Alphabet- Bubaigawara Jin

SFW Alphabet: Bubaigawara Jin

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A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Jin is a very affectionate partner. He’s had quite a difficult life that he didn’t deserve and a lot was taken from him in a cruel way. Despite the conflicting personalities that tell you praise in one breath and berate you in the next, but he cares for you deeply. He’ll never let go of your hand, always holding it, pressing the soft spandex of his mask against your knuckles.

B: Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Just sticking by him is more than enough. He’s always had a rather rough and scary demeanor even when he was young so it prevented him from being in a relationship. Not to mention the fact that he was so isolated from society and people that he only had one friend before he met the League; you sticking by him and his “baggage” is more than enough to take his breath away. He knows that he can be difficult, there are times he can’t risk his life for you because he’s so scared of dying, but you don’t mind. You hold him and kiss his temple, and it’s enough for his throat to feel tight.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

He doesn’t have a preference to whether he likes cuddling or not. He’s sure that he’s cuddled before- as memories transfer over from clone to clone, he knows that at one point he cuddled with his parents, snuck under the covers and was held between two warm bodies but that all went away eventually. He will attempt to cuddle which is usually just him lying on his back and arms spread, curling around you if you happen to snuggle into his side. There are rough nights where he’ll hold you, eyes wide and thoughts racing, pressed against your chest as you hum an old lullaby.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

He wants to know that he’s alive and that he is real. There’s not many ways to do that and it’s all so limited. His dream with you is to just be alive with you. He doesn’t want to be clone; he doesn’t want to melt at the thought of slipping on ice- he wants to be real with you. All he dreams of doing with you is eating some take out as you watch some old rerun of a show, knowing that he’s real and so are you.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

He tries to put effort- he really does. But, it’s a mix between him trying and trying to sabotage the relationship. Maybe it’s the conflicting personalities, or the fact that he thinks you might deserve better, but it’s something that makes him want to try and want to fail. He’ll get you a thing you’ve been eyeing for a while- a box of candy, a teddy bear- anything, but at the same time, he’ll ignore your calls and can’t be bothered to send you a text that he’s all right. He wants to do right by you- he cares for you so much that it physically hurts, but he thinks that you can do better sometimes.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

If you’re scared by a bug? No big deal. Jin can handle that- he can squash it, put it outside, whatever you want him to do with it, he’ll do it. He can handle your physical fears. He promises to be there for you, to get rid of any creepy-crawly for you. Yet, he can’t promise that he can survive. He doesn’t know if he’s real or not. He’s so scared of dying, he doesn’t want to- not when he has a family with you and the League and Giran- or Okuta, whichever he prefers. He can’t calm your fear of his death, all he can do is hold you and promise that one day you can eat a proper meal together.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

He gets you smaller things usually. It’s something that you mentioned in passing, other times he’ll break into a store and get you something nice from there. He wants to see you smile- he wants the smile and shake of your head, the tight hug that you’ll pull him into and the whispered thanks against his ear. That’s probably the best part for him- him knowing that he made you genuinely happy. He doesn’t expect a gift in return but if he does get one, he’s treasuring it until the day he dies.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

He hugs you quite often. He’s very big on physical touch after having it been denied towards him for so long so when you do hug him, he’s so appreciative of it. He’ll hug you with tight arms that wrap around you, lifting you slightly off the ground and depending on the mood, he’ll sway you lightly. He smells like old, faded cologne, the scent of smoke thick against him but muddled with something pine, a beautiful scent of smoked mahogany that will ghost over you and attach against you like a lover giving you a hug.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Jin has his moments of being romantic. He can set up a nice table, bring your favorite food and eat with you under the stars, wind gushing and making your arms cold, until he’s pressed close against you to keep warm. He can bring you flowers plucked from the ground or stolen, and kiss your hand and flash you a grin behind his mask. But he does struggle with intimacy. He doesn’t know how to accept it. He doesn’t know when it’s okay to let himself just relax and let himself be taken care of. You can touch his skin and he’s close to having a panic attack. He cares for you, but touch is something that has tragedy etched against the word, burned against his palms and seared onto his body.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

He might get a tad jealous but it’s never something that boils over into an uncontrollable rage. Despite his own insecurities and thoughts that you could do better, he trusts you. If his jealousy does ever reach a boiling point, the most he would ever do it walk towards the person and throw a good swing if he sees that you are clearly uncomfortable. Other than that, he’ll simply grab your hand and lead you elsewhere.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Jin is an eager kisser. He isn’t necessarily skilled at it- he knows what he’s doing but it’s sloppy and hesitant at times. He prefers hugs but he loves to kiss you. He’s one to grab your hand and brush his lips against your knuckles, give you a kiss against your cheek and hold you tight. These types of kisses happen often, the more intimate ones saved for another time. If you were to kiss him, then he’s welcoming it and nodding his head, letting you pick up his heavy hand kiss at all the faded, pink scars that dot along his knuckles, to kisses at the coarse finger pads that scratch against your lips.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

He says the word when you’re asleep and will only say it when he knows that you can’t hear it. He really does, but he’s so terrified that saying it out loud will rip you away from him. He wants you to hold him and he wants to hold you and tell you the simple word until it’s foreign on his tongue but he can’t. He’ll say it when you’re asleep, show it when you’re awake. Kiss your forehead and hold you for five extra minutes of sleep.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

He has no decisive feelings about marriage. If it might be something that you want, then he’s open to asking for your hand in marriage. It’ll be a small ceremony, nothing grand but still nice. If you want to get married, just give him a sign and he’ll a ring that he knows will fit you.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

A date with him is simple. It’s nothing extravagant and always something that won’t cause too much stimulation on both ends. It’s a nice date where you two watch a show, or dance in the kitchen; a small picnic in his room with candles that drip with wax. These types of dates are prompted whenever he has a bit of breathing room to actually relax and not worry about the next mission.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

He doesn’t normally take off his mask. It’s a major comfort item for him and he will hardly remove it. Even if you’ve seen his face, he’s still hesitant to take it off for you. The most he’d ever do it roll it up past his nose and leave it as that.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

He is quite playful. He is normally a rather loud man, always bouncing, moving and excited. Being in a relationship with him is one that is playful where he’ll nudge your shoulder and show you a crude drawing of Dabi. He likes to pick you up and twirl you, hearing your squeaks and yelps, the laughter that comes out as you start to pat against his body to let you down. He’s one to hold things over his head in order to see you reach for them, to laugh when you fumble with a word. He just wants to have fun with you at the end of the day.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Most of the time, he doesn’t ask for your opinion on things. He might ask what you think of something for you but if it’s for him, he doesn’t worry about outside opinions. However, he will gladly give you his opinion without being asked to.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

The relationship has to be spontaneous given his lifestyle. Most of the time you only have a day or two of notice that he’ll be free and he will be spending it with you. He likes to be around you during his free days, planning a date where you two can relax for a bit and hang out. There are a few times where he will plan something big for both you and him- something where the dinner isn’t fast food and actually cooked, a night where you two can go out into the park late at night without worry of a hero wandering by. It’s rare but those nights exist where it’s just the two of you for a moment.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Jin has always been a bit of a restless sleeper, tossing and turning, taking a bit longer than what he would like to fall asleep. Sleeping with you makes it easier. He gets to lie on his back, have you rest your head against him, your hands above his chest, curving over the swell of his breast and just sleep. It’s a nice, deep sleep where he knows that you’re safe in his arms and you’re safe in his.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

He trusts you so much. He’d give his life for you. He places his entire well-being in your hands and will never regret that. He cares for you in a way that makes his heart heavy and makes him scared. He will trust you with every fiber in his being, letting you in on every part that he hasn’t told people, cling to you and let his mask slip until he’s sobbing into your stomach and begging for love that he craves so desperately.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

Unique in many ways, one that stands out is his ability to protect you. While he won’t risk his life for you on fear of death, he’d do everything to keep you safe and happy. He cares for you and with fearing death, he has to find new ways to protect those that he cares for and he’ll always keep you safe as long as he can stay alive.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

Jin is vulnerable late into the relationship. It takes so much to breakthrough his exterior and to just allow him to just be for a moment. He is a man with feelings, a human who still cries and fears. He’ll remove his mask, show you his scarred face and give out a wretched sob when you ask to kiss it and he’ll cry and nod, clinging to you and gripping your shirt in tight hands. He’s shaky, asking you to be gentle on him just this once; to no hurt him and he’ll flinch at the first touch, so many awful memories still against him. He’ll cry until his voice is hoarse and he’s sleeping peacefully against your chest, tired and emotionally drained and you massage his scalp, playing with the soft, blonde hair.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He will often just stare at the ceiling until his eyes grow heavy and wet with unshed tears. There’s so much that could have been given to him, so much which has been taken. There is blame that he places upon himself and digs into his shoulders until he is doing nothing more than dragging his feet against the ground. He doesn’t think he deserves you. He knows who he is, he’s used words against him that made him wish he had the courage to simple test out whether he is real or not. You bring a comfort to him that you can never understand, and often times, he still feels so alone.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

You getting hurt by something major is the one thing that will break him out of his fear of death. He’ll run to you, should you with his body and cry over your injured frame. He’ll hold you close and beg for you to have a broken bone. You can’t get hurt; you can’t leave him like how everyone else in his life has. He cares too much for you to be hurt. He’d make promises he can’t keep as long as it meant that you got to be all right in the end.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

A habit that could bother you is his refusal to remove his mask. You understand that he can’t for personal reasons and you get it, you really do. But there is a moment where you wish he could just be bare against you and let you hold him. You want to know that he does trust you and perhaps he fears that you just won’t understand the truth of it all but you care for him and you think that should be enough. A habit that could bother him is your ability to always want him to talk. He knows that you only press to help him that he really does need some kind of outlet but he doesn’t want to push that onto you. He doesn’t want to tell you all the gritty details of his life just because you want to feel closer to him.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Jin is a passionate person. He wants to show you how much you mean to him and will show you all the passion and affection that you can handle. He’ll kiss at your skin, pull you close for a hug and tell you how much he cares for you in a serious voice that will hardly switch personalities. He doesn’t necessarily need passion as long as he knows that you do care for him. He just wants to know that you care and that you stick by him because you want to stick by him and not because you’re forced to. Whether you show him passion or not, he won’t complain or force it out of you, all he wants is for you to stick by him. He’ll hold you in his sleep and think of all the things he can show you that shows that he does care for you.

[durotoswrites]

For the writing meme thingy: 🍄how do you get yourself in the mood to write? 🍑 do you/would you write smut? 📒 any fics planned?

🍄 How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

Getting in the mood to write and actually wanting to sit down and start writing are two very different things, but they're connected, so I'll explain both.

To set into “creative mode” it helps me to do these things:

Listen to music that makes me think of a character/situation in my story/stories. I've got playlists separated by character and pairing. Sometimes I also just work on curating those playlists for fun and get my brain going.

Bounce overall ideas off of my friends and husband/editor (but he's my best friend, too 💗)

Reread old chapters or recent ones and future snippets based on what I want to do.

Once I actually want to put words down, I get a little more strict with myself. I get distracted verrrry easily sometimes and I have to fight the urge to open a million more tabs when researching a small detail.

I move to instrumental music (I have playlists for different moods like “emotional”, “soft”, “sad”, etc. I usually listen to “soft” as a general soothing background sound, as I can get pretty dang emotional when I write, especially with the stuff I've been churning out lately.

So, yeah, I need tissues within reach if I get upset. (Wow, I'm not making this sound fun at all, lmao)

After sound has been established, I like to eat a snack (something with protein) because I can be under for hours, lol. Eat it and finish it. Otherwise, I get distracted.

I also like to have drinks available. I always have a bottle of water, but I also like having a hot cup of tea. I think it's the time of year for me to switch to cold barley tea.

I write while seated on a recliner with my feet up. I have my laptop on a lap desk and it's a pretty cozy setup.

I basically try to remove any excuse I have to get up once I start writing, because I am the worst procrastinator I know.

🍑Do you/would you write smut?

Heheh... heck yeah, I do. Waaaaay more than most people realize. Stuff I've actually posted? It's pretty limited. I posted a couple pieces (Let Me Love You and You're Like the Sunshine) a few years ago, but I've been practicing ever since. One of my planned stories literally has what I refer to as a “smut dump” in the draft where I've been experimenting with writing different moods. I like the intimate scenes to play a role in the overall plot or have it be a bonding experience.

Despite that, I do have a shameless Gray x Mary story I should just get out there that has zero plot, just two cuties in love. In my mind it's so naughty and kinky and I get flustered thinking about it (Mary is hot, okay?), but it's probably hella vanilla, lmao. I really am grateful that people have been really supportive about my writing smut despite what I usually write, and they've been so encouraging, too! I honestly feel like the smut I've posted is really stilted because I was so self-conscious about it. I don't feel like they are terrible for first attempts, but I have definitely grown more comfortable writing it.

Will The Shy Newcomer become explicit? I kinda really want it to, but I might separate the chapters for those who don't care for that content. Overall, I'd like to write more and post more, and I want to write more than just male x female smut as well. I have some of those in my planned pieces (more about them later).

📒 Any Fics Planned?

Firstly, I'm super tickled more than one person was interested in this. I copied the answer I wrote earlier.

Short answer: Yes. I also plan to bring more of my stories over from ffn to Ao3.

Long answer under the cut, heheh. I rambled quite a bit.

Ask me about my writing processes and stories!

I have so many WIPs that haven’t been touched in years that I’d like to finish, so new planned fics aren’t posted yet. Some of them have more adult themes than most of the stuff I’ve been writing, so I get flustered sharing them. I’ve been at a crossroads, as I feel that you can’t have growth without changing things up. On the other hand, I feel like a lot of my readers associate my works with a specific “wholesome” feel-good mood. It’s kinda nice to be known for something, although that might just be my ego talking, thinking that people recognize my work as a “type”.

Regardless, in the end, I feel growth is necessary.

I don’t want to leave a lot of unfinished WIPs waiting because they stress me out and I have too many of them already, so I’d like to have a bulk of my new stories with a good chunk written before I decide to post them.

Among those include:

A longfic featuring Pete’s farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley (A blend of HMDS with the FoMT plugin and AWL). It takes place in the same universe as The Shy Newcomer (Claire in Mineral Town) and there are a few overlapping moments, although Pete’s story starts first. Pete’s personality is verrry different from Claire’s, and his story was kind of supposed to be the yang to TSN’s yin. Pete’s best friends in his story are Ruby (not sure if I’m adding Tim yet), Nami, and Rock. Readers will be treated to a poorly-socialized pre-Mineral Town Cliff (if you think he was bad at the beginning of TSN, well… heh… he’s a wreck here).

Another planned unpublished story is a crossover of Harvest Moon and the movie “In This Corner of the World”, based on a manga of the same name by Fumiyo Kouno. It was written as a gift for a friend. I have the entire outline figured out and have slowly been filling it in. My friend asked for an AU where Claire and Cliff have an arranged marriage and live with his family in Akiyama, the hometown I had created for Cliff in The Shy Newcomer. I took the opportunity to expand the characters in his family. I have it written during the same time period and society as “In This Corner of the World”, but had decided to write a spreading disease as an allegory for war, but then COVID happened and some parts of it just got really hard to write. There are also a lot of sexually explicit content as Claire slowly grows and learns from her spouse that it’s okay to express what she wants despite sex being a taboo issue. If there’s enough interest in the story, I’ll post it, but I worry it’s a little too niche for there to be many people into it.

Pastor Carter and Doctor Trent are one of my favorite rare pair ships. I’ve had a partial draft for a story about them for a few years now, especially focusing on Trent growing up and acknowledging that he has an unhealthy addiction for things that he knows he can’t have. There are some more adult/sexual themes in this piece, too, including the main character lusting after a married woman (who also happens to be his patient) and some lemons. (Does anyone call it that anymore or is it just referred to as “smut” nowadays? Haha) I always feel so bad for neglecting the folks at the clinic in-game and wanted to write a piece that focused more on them, Trent specifically. It’s a multi-chap fic, but I don’t think I’m going to let it get as long as some of my other pieces.

I also really want to write a short romantic oneshot for every marriage candidate in Mineral Town, around 1,000 words each. So far, I have one for Cliff and one for Gray. I want to write Claire with everyone, because I think it would be fun to explore all the different personalities.

I have more installments planned for A Single Day, including a day in the life of the following characters, all with drafts in varying degrees of progress:

Anna

Doug

Nora (yes, I’m writing from the point of view of the cat living at the inn)

More to come – I think Lillia and Thomas would be especially interesting to explore

I do still have that Legend of Zelda Majora’s Mask piece I’ve been pondering where Link befriends the soul of the deku scrub child while possessed by the mask. I don’t have much written about it, but I really love the world of Majora’s Mask. Such a fun game.

I also think about the lead carpenter’s son in Ocarina of Time and that weird side quest involving the blue chicken and the son being lost to the forest. Then that unique-looking kokiri girl explaining that all who get taken in the lost woods become stalfos. Like, did the guy die? Was he sick? Did he want to die? There’s just so much going on there that would be fun to explore.

I also have played OMORI recently and have like… A LOT of feelings about it. I don’t know what I’d write, but I’m still damn impressed at how well the characters are developed in such a short game.

Other games I’ve had vague ideas about writing for include the following:

The Flame in the Flood: I’m thinking a survivalist/action story fleshing out Scout’s backstory a bit more and her thoughts as she’s traveling. I feel like she’s a very lonely person, but isn’t given the chance to really dwell on it.

Night In the Woods: I’d love to write more about Mae’s dreams and what they mean to her. She doesn’t really talk to anyone about them openly, so it’s really hard to tell her feelings about them in some regards. We know that she’s distressed about them, but I’d like to dive a little deeper. Do the nightmares end after the games does? What about Bea’s new nightmares?

Hades (Supergiant Games): I think it would be fun to write more about the events that take place before the game starts, like Zagreus’s duties in the house of Hades, and expand on the strained relationship with his father.

[fuchsiagrasshopper]

Contending the Flame IV

Author’s Note: Hope everyone had a safe and fun Halloween! Not much else to say here as we start to delve deeper into Ivar and the Nuns new relationship and the two different worlds they come from. Thanks as always for being so awesome!

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 2217

Warnings: Language, Master/Servant dynamic 

His brothers had kept a close eye on Ivar since acquiring his new thrall. He still played at the leader of their army, but he had refrained from shutting them out of power entirely. Any chance they had at lending a commanding voice they took. Hvitserk's strategy of giving their little brother a distraction was paying off.

The changes in Ivar's behavior were minuscule. Only Ubbe and Hvitserk took notice. It was the same when they were children when someone would give a new gift to Ivar. It would be a stretch to say he was happy, but his vengeance had quelled. For the moment it was enough, and they could focus on securing lands for their people while Ivar was preoccupied.

It was strange for a thrall not to be seen waiting over their master's every whim, but it seemed Ivar wouldn't permit you to leave his quarters. The other slaves they had acquired tended to him during meals, and when he walked the streets with his guards, you were always absent. Ubbe walked alongside Hvitserk contemplating this.

"What do you think he has her do for him?" Ubbe wondered aloud.

Hvitserk's brows puckered in thought. "Don't know. I can't imagine they have much to talk about, and I know the one thing they aren't doing."

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, think about it," Hvitserk jested with a smirk. "I suppose that must make him a good fit for her. She'll remain a virgin after all."

Ubbe latched onto Hvitserk's arm, pulling him to a stop as he gave him a harsh look. "Those are dangerous words, brother. Remember Sigurd. I don't want to see another brother dead because of Ivar's fragile grasp of his anger. He has poor sensibilities when it comes to that matter. It's unfair, but it's not his fault."

Hvitserk shook off Ubbe's grasp and rubbed a hand at the back of his neck. "Right, that was stupid. I do pity him, though I don't think he'd want it. Who knows how he'll be when we start having families of our own."

Ubbe grunted. "He'll probably resent us, more than he does already. I think I understand why he keeps her away from everyone. Besides our mother, no one has ever taken to Ivar's company outside of obligation or familial bond. He's lonely."

"And it's not as if she can refuse," said Hvitserk. "But she's a Christian. That's got to account for some strife between them."

They continued on their way towards the center of the city. Food was beginning to run scarce, and it seemed the Saxons were holding steadfast on starving them out. While Ivar was willing to take their army to its limits to play Aethelwulf's game, Ubbe and Hvitserk were devising their own plan to negotiate land. They just needed a little more time. Many things rested in the hands of the nun, as unaware as you were.

"I just hope he hasn't harmed her," Ubbe said while they passed through the market.

Hvitserk looked grim, a heaviness settling on him that had replaced his usual cheer. "Ivar did always break toys. We have to hope that Christian isn't as weak as she looks."

ooOOoo 

You were growing accustomed to your new station. As a woman, it was your lot in life to suffer, and you took your new situation as a test from God. The heathen, Ivar, he had made no bid to harm you. That wasn't to say he was good company to keep. He had taken to trying to instruct you in a handful of words and phrases of his language. Some of the words were difficult to form with your accent, and when you mispronounced things, he would grow irritated and throw things at you. Uttering dark curses in his tongue, you were certain he had insulted you as well, but it was better than a flogging. 

At night you continued to pray, your back to your master, and the words spoken only in your head. You were sure they reached God, even without a rosary in your grasp or the piety to kneel. In your heart, you struggled to keep hope alive. If this test was to be your final judgment from God, its purpose remained clouded to you.

It was late when Ivar returned, and you had remained awake for his arrival. You now slept when he did, short and inconsistent hours of the night, only to be woken before the dawn. He did not rest well. Be it from his duties or pain you could not say, but he never faltered from exhaustion. This pattern must have been his usual routine, life at war.

Ivar's eyes sought you out the moment he came through the door, and you returned the stare. He had only just started walking in his new contraptions, a set of iron braces that he had created from pride. His determination to walk was admirable. You had never witnessed such a fighting spirit before, and you were certain it was a blessing from God.

"Something you wish to say?" Ivar interrupted your thought, a scowl on his face from your lingering gaze on his legs.

"It is a good thing," You said while rising from your corner of the floor. "I believe God has blessed you."

Ivar snorted, blue eyes rolling at your absurdity to insinuate such a thing. He took a slow seat on his pallet of furs and started to remove the braces. "Really, and why would that be?"

"You are not the first cripple I have met, but you are the most assiduous."

You could see him test out the word for himself, a lack of understanding passing over his face. "I'm not sure what that means, but I like how it sounds."

"You have an unrelenting heart. Strong-willed and resolute in your goals. I find you impressive."

He halted what he was doing, and took a long, considering look at you. "I've been this way for as long as I can remember. It is the way if I am to be seen as a true Viking to my people."

"So there are others like you?" You asked as you approached him with careful steps.

"There are not many cripples among my people, no. A child born with a deformity such as mine is left to die. I would have been if not for my mother. She was softhearted, and couldn't bear my loss."

You didn't want to have any strong sort of feelings towards your captor, but to learn that he had been left to die as a helpless babe engulfed you in sorrow. "It isn't wrong for a mother to feel pity for her child," You murmured, showing how distraught you were by such a story. "You don't sound grateful for her mercy."

Ivar's face hardened at your sentiment. "Mercy is for Christians. I would have done the same as my father. I loved my mother, but there are days I resent her for her choice. Her gifts failed to foretell the agony I would endure at the hands of compassion."

"What gifts?"

"She was a Vülva, a woman seeress of our people who has visions of the future."

You frowned at such a concept. "That sounds like sorcery to me."

"I forgot your people fear magic and witchcraft," Ivar said in a teasing tone. "My mother would have hated you. She was too steeped in the beliefs of our own people to have care about your sensitive notions of God. My father would have liked you though."

You blushed at the idea of such a great man holding you in favor. Though you didn't hail from Wessex you had heard the stories of the Viking King who fought for Mercia and befriended King Ecbert. "King Ragnar? Why do you think that?"

"He was often amused and curious about your God. Maybe you would have reminded him of Æthelstan, his Christian monk." Ivar resumed the task of taking off his braces, wincing in pain whenever a particular part pinched or pulled at his legs. "Here, come help me with this."

Startled by such a request, you moved with haste and uncertainty. Ivar showed you which parts to unclasp, and you would mimic his actions with a gentler touch, stopping entirely when he would let out any sound of discomfort. You were certainly slower at the task than if he completed it himself, but he seemed to enjoy watching you work over him, and you were grateful for the distraction. 

"What about your family? Where are your mother and father?" Ivar asked while leaning back on the strength of his arms.

"They're both dead," You said, pausing only a moment to collect yourself before continuing on his braces. "I was born in Rendlesham, in East Angles. My mother was a whore, and I never knew who my father was as a result of that. When she died, I was orphaned to the streets until the church took me in. Being of such low birth standing, I turned to the church as my ray of hope."

You could feel Ivar frowning at you, but you did not waver. "Did you not want to be something more than a nun?"

You breathed a laugh. "Such as what? Saxon women are not allowed to be warriors."

"Yes, but isn't there a way you could have improved your situation?"

"No," You said bluntly. "Blood is everything. Those who are of Royal standing will always be in power, and through marriage, their line continues. The best I could have hoped for was a marriage to a farmer, and he would have to have been a poor one. I would have raised his children, and likely died young from childbirth."

"I see now why you're a nun," said Ivar. When you chanced a look up at him, he appeared troubled by your story. "Those Saxons in power are greedy. They keep all for themselves and give nothing back. What chance is there of an honorable death for those forced to live a life of poverty?"

"If you die without sin, you go to Heaven. We have no need for honor."

"A life without sin," Ivar hummed. "As if any man is capable of such purity."

"A Priest is," You argued back. "It takes a nobleman to obtain such a pious position in the church."

"Is it noble for these men to keep silver and gold in their churches while children run through the streets, no better than dogs?" Ivar had sat forward, his eyes emboldened with the wrath of a demon. "I have seen your noblemen of the cloth, and they died screaming the same as any sinning heathen of mine."

You lost your balance, falling flat on your bottom as you gazed up at Ivar in terror. "What did you do to them?"

"The things I've done to your priests," Ivar paused, a calm washing over him. "It would make Loki grin."

The suffering of your people seemed to fall down on you like a star collapsing from the night sky. When he spoke, you could almost forget that Ivar was your enemy, but he had now made it clearer than ever where the line in the sand was drawn. You were just a slave, a Christian slave, and how soon would it be before he tired of you? You did not wish the same fate to befall you as it had for the priests, whatever it had been.

"I have not dismissed you," Ivar tutted when you began to walk away to your corner, unaware yourself that you had begun to do so. You craved distance from him, even if it was only a few feet away. 

At first, he tried to manage his composure, calling you back with his voice deliberately even. When it became clear that no amount of coaxing on his part would work, he started yelling in his language. That word came up again, 'Ólaug'. It had been peppered into a number of your one-sided conversations. If he had tried to brand you with a new name, you would refuse. He would not take who you were. 

Your fight ended with him throwing one of his crutches at you. It landed just before you, and you were able to contain your flinch. Ivar scoffed at your non-reaction and threw himself back onto the furs. He had finished disrobing and gave you the courtesy of his back, which appeared to be covered in a new etched design each time you saw him. Matched against your own untainted skin, it was a reminder of how different the worlds you came from were.

When you were sure Ivar had fallen asleep, you moved to get under your own thin pile of wool blankets. They were scratchy and held none of the warmth of the furs, but it was not the worst sleeping conditions you had ever weathered. That night you prayed for the lost Priests, and for God to take away your suffering. You didn't see a way out of your situation, but if God acted through you, you were certain to find your answer. Content to keep faith in your heart, Sister Mary Catharine slept, ignorant to the matter that Ivar was awake and watching you.

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[megashadowdragon]

This is one that will definitely be updated over time to add in any jokes someone may add in their own ones that Merlin may have "Helped" with. If you see any, happily tell me about em!

Much like the last one, I will limit it to 50 and start adding more as time goes along, when I hit one hundred from not only my ideas but other peoples, it will be reposted.

1. Under no circumstances will any of these rules be removed/changed, Merlin and any of his future counterparts will all be under the effects of these rules.

1a. It was revealed that we actually had to make a Geass for him to understand the above. This list is going to be a pain in the ass.

2. I will remember that "Excalibur Galatine" is not "Insta-Tan in a Blade" and will not pressure Gawain into using it while at the beach.

3. Spiking the Irish servants meed with something from the Pirates Arsenal is not allowed, the damages to the Simulation Room are still extensive.

4. "I am basically God" is not the best way to get into the pants of Jeanne D'Arc, I will keep that in mind.

4a. "I can kill God" is definitely the best way to get into Avengers pants.

5. Singing any form of meme songs is not allowed, no matter how catchy they are.

6. "Hero Creation" is not to be called "Bockity Boocus, Your Vagene is a Penis." Even if it did cause someone to laugh, the confusion that soon enough followed was not amusing.

7. Stop forcing Mordred to follow you with a boombox playing Shrek Songs, its basically breaking rule 5.

8. Yes, Soup is delicious. No, telling Arthur to shove the Potion of Youth in it isn't. Just because I can say that it helped with Kiyohime and Masters relationship, does not mean I am innocent.

9. Coaxing Arthur into punching Gilgamesh is not allowed, no matter how much of a "Fucking Bastard" he is for trying to force your "Pure and Wholesome" daughter into marriage.

10. Just because Fou hates you, doesn't mean you can piss him off then dodge so he kicks the nearest servant behind you in the face.

11. Writing a sick note is not a good way to sit in my room and watch anime. Servants can't get sick.

12. Just because master feels useless, does not mean that I should bring the "Card System" into Chaldea or make him a magical girl.

13. Could you stop sending Arthur to the kitchen to make you meals? Its getting frustrating because he cooks for everyone -Nameless

14. Giving Kiyohime "advice" is no longer allowed. No more info is needed.

15. "Magic" is not a viable excuse when someone asks you how or why you did something.

16. Just because you were a Grand Caster, does not mean you can waltz into the Babylon Room and kick Gilgamesh off of the throne under the pretense that you are of "Higher Class".

17. Yes, Lancelot did cuck your "Pure and Wholesome" kids. No, you cannot show him the Pain while dressed up as a naruto character.

17a. Do not use gravity manipulation in the dining room, tables are hard to replace.

17b. Turns out that I cannot summon Cerberus without people being pissed, who would have guessed?

18. It is understood that you are a massive playboy, but stop trying to convine the female servants that a Strip Club is a good idea.

19. Providing Arthur with any items is not allowed, this includes and is not limited to: Corrupt Grails Excalizords Motorbikes Copies of Braveheart Illusionary Spells Voice Manipulator Ideas

19a. The above applies to any future servants that are easy to manipulate.

20. We understand you can use magic to make items, but never shove a key into the Key Hole on Abigail's forehead again.

21. Painting every single one of Kintoki's items is not allowed. This goes for double if you try to call him Gintoki.

22. "Suiten Nikkō Amaterasu Yano Shizu-Ishi" does not translate to "Eightfold Blessing of How Ugly Your Are", not even if it uses a mirror as a focal point.

23. "You're probably related to me somehow" is not the best ice breaker for new servants.

24. Becoming female is not allowed.

24a. BECOMING FEMALE IS NOT ALLOWED.

24b. NO, NOT EVEN IF YOU ADD A DICK!

25. While going to the beach is fun, do not reach into other versions of Chaldea under the pretense of hanging out with "Your Friends" Merlin.

26. We understand that Fou is small and has been running in the corner for the last few years, but please don't make Werefou a thing.

27. Fanservice is not needed. We do not need to see Julius shirtless. Though, the slimmed down version was not something I would complain about -Gudako

28. Pretending you are Aqua from Konosuba is not allowed when you gift Blackbeard the ability to take panties.

29. "Arthur stole something" is not the best conversation starter and I will not use it in any further lines unless a Code Blonde level security announcement is needed in the future.

30. Trying to "Persuade" someone to do something is not allowed when the persuader has a rockin body and white hair. Just because you can become female does not mean you can do it -Gudao

31. Please stop annoying Antonio Salieri by turning into him and proclaiming Mozart to be a god.

31a. Stop turning into Master and offering "Services" to female servants.

31b. Don't turn into the director.

32. Just because you know magic, does not mean you should use it.

33. Highschool DXD is not what you should make Arthur watch, nor should you attempt to recreate dress break. Especially to use during combat to distract male/female servants.

34. Ibaraki is not to be teased for supposedly using dye on her hair, she is a natural blonde and should not be teased.

35. Hugging is fun. But please, don't hug Gudao while looking like Kiyohime. Especially when a female servant who is a weebit hostile is watching -Da Vinci

36. Convincing Nero and Elizabeth to hold a concert on the tables in the Dining Room is not appreciated. We may not have proof it was you, but we shall assume none the less -Staff

37. "Holy Hand Grenade" is not another name for "Excalibur", stop caling it as such.

37a. "Arondight" is no longer to be referred to "Sword of Promised NTR", no matter how much Osakabehime wishes to draw it.

37b. "Castle Condom" is not an alternative name for "Lord Camelot".

38. Do not, under any circumstances let Merlin into the Rayshift Room without anyone to see what he does. The last time he took control of it, he changed to location and hid it with a spell. Everyone was sent to that one time he had an orgy with a Queen and her kids.

39. Shouting out that Karna would make a hot female in both the looks and literal departments is not appreciated. Even if it did cause Arjuna to choke on his tea.

40. "You let [Insert Name] do it!" is not an excuse to do something you are banned from doing. Stop trying.

41. I am banned from making any mass produces/weaponized version of the Polygamist Castration Fist, no matter how much we dislike Gilgamesh, it will not be used on him.

41a. Maybe just a little.

42. Yelling out a random swear word is not appreciated whenever you stub your toe near Nursery Rhyme.

43. Quoting erotic novels is not needed. ESPECIALLY ON THE BATTLEFIELD!

44. Merlin is banned from any type of erotic media, if he is found reading or watching, he will be banned from leaving his room for a month and all of his things will be confiscated.

45. I am no longer allowed to hand out Invisibility Cloaks to people who quote Gurren Lagann.

46. "Reverse Swallow" does not mean "I Got Drunk, Time To Throw Up", it never has and never will.

47. Stop renaming Noble Phantasms in the Database, it isn't amusing.

48. Walking up to an American Servant and asking "Hows the Slave Trade?" is not a good way to start a conversation.

49. "Arthur did it" is not longer a viable excuse when everything goes down hill.

50. WHY DO PEOPLE EVEN LISTEN TO YOU!?

51. We understand that you love your Noble Phantasm, but the prana strain is too much. Especially when you summon Fou and proceed to throw him off of the tower mid NP.

51. I am prohibited from bodyswaping Blackbeard with any of the female servants after the Raikou and Abby incident.

51a. "Cosplay" purposes is not a valid reason.

51b. "Bodsplay" sounds ridiculous and not valid too.

51c. NO IT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA TO DO IT WITH GILGAMESH INSTEAD. AGAIN.

52. I will not turn Gilgamesh into a woman and make him taste a gallon of his own medicine.

52a. Nor I will use my "incubus" treasure to discipline him.

54. I shall not summon Freud to help Mo-chan with her daddy issues.

55. Merlin is banned from requesting any form of writing from Shakespeare.

55a. Merlin may not convince servants or Chadlea Staff to request literary works to be commissioned on his behalf to Shakespear, even if the servant in question agrees with the request.

55b. Especially from Kiyohime or Blackbeard

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[palettepainter]

Could we have a looksee at Haiya’s parents? The ones he had before being adopted by evtoplasm and Powerloader

Here are the dick parents-

I’m still figuring out parts to their story so I’ll drop some notes here too just so I don’t forget them

WARNINGS: Mentions of emotional abuse

-Haiya’s dad Juden was generally a good student. He was his classes class representative and is very good at organizing events. His quirk isn’t the best in terms of brute force, and the draw back being he has to create a large amount of static by moving if he wants to really affect an objects movement. The business world can be harsh, so Juden learns to adapt to the harsh world of work - he’s very good at twisting words and arguments in his favor. Due to the nature of how his quirk works he knew becoming a top hero would be much more of a challenge, accepting this fact is something he has trouble dealing with, to the point that if it’s brought up into an argument he’ll become very enraged (it’s one of the few things that can break his aloof, calm facade)

-Haiya’s mother Sokudo is a tough student born with a quirk far stronger then Juden’s. Sokudo as a child is confident and bold, filled with spunk and energy, when her quirk came through all the attention and adoration from her family and friends gave her an ego boost, which was only made worse when her family got her into a top hero school on recommendations. This put her in the mindset that she deserved to be the number one hero! She was obviously far more gifted then anyone else in the class, and she proves this fiercely by climbing to the top of her class. Despite her strengths Sokudo did not have a good reputation, and had a habit of starting fights with those she thought where stronger then her, as well as being known for going overboard in training. Sokudo does not believe in her own limitations (when she’s an adult she matures and learns to not go full out crazy), and views anything else other then physical training to be a waste. Her over enthusiasm can be mistaken for stubbornness, and this only made her reputation worsen among her classmates  

-Juden and Sokudo where not friends in high school despite being in the same course. Sokudo didn’t care for making friends and didn’t go out of her way to try and make conversation even in joint training. Juden had heard of Sokudo through other people in his class, and didn’t think much of her until around their second year when Juden had begun to take an interest in the business world, but had yet to figure out how to still make it to the top. Juden sees an opportunity in Sokudo, and Sokudo see’s right through his act, and turns him down. She was powerful, not an idiot. Juden remains calm and persistent, and his efforts are worth it. In the start of their third year Juden and Sokudo form some kind of alliance, really the two where just using the other to achieve their own goals: there was no real friendship between them. Sokudo was using Juden’s boost quirk to give her even more speed, to accelerate beyond the limits others had given her. And Juden was using Sokudo’s popularity to make himself known. This arrangement continues on after their graduation, but things don’t stay good for the two for long

-Sokudo became a pro hero, but could not go beyond being a sidekick. Her attitude and overly violent fighting style could often be seen as off putting, this was something she couldn’t understand - they where supposed to beat up villians, so what was the big deal? Who cares if she roughed them up bit. Who cares if she didn’t give the press or her fans much attention? No one said she had to be, she’s just here to live the high life. Her stubborn nature leads to her and Juden falling into fights, Juden taking the place as her right hand in the office and side kick on the field (Juden knew he was the brains behind her entire career, but he allowed Sukudo to believe she was in charge the whole time) is often the one dealing with teh consequences of Sokudo’s actions, which left him feeling more like her babysitter then work partner. Their fights become more and more frequent, until fights would break out over the smallest and mundane things. Juden reconsiders going solo with the way things where going for him, but that would mean more work in the long run as he’d have to build up an entire new work relationship with another hero, so that was a last resort. He looks into other methods, ponders for months on how to properly bring himself to the place in society he deserved. Juden had heard of quirk marriages, but had never considered the idea until he hit rock bottom. Sokudo, naturally, was not fond of the whole marriage idea, Juden was too much of a hoity toity for her tastes. Juden did not view her as his type either, far from, but with his way with words he persuades her, this could be just the thing they needed, so that they could both get what they deserved. What she deserved. 

-During Sokudo’s pregnancy the two put up the act of being a happily married couple when out in public, at home, it was a different story: Juden was strict in what Sukudo could and couldn’t do, and Sukudo acted like a whinny child the entire time. It was straining for both of them, but he pay off was worth it when they are gifted a baby boy - Haiya - who as they hoped, was gifted with both quirks when he turned five. Sukudo was eager to start training (btw want to clarify here their way of training wasn’t the Endevour way of training, Sukudo nor Juden ever laid a hand on Haiya despite how bad they where as parents), but Haiya just wasn’t all that interested in being the strongest, he much rather preferred to climb trees or colour. Sokudo is confused at her sons behavior, stating that neither of those things would get him far in life, didn’t he want to be someone people adored? Didn’t he want to put that power to use? What good was having such powerful quirks if Haiya didn’t use them? Sokudo didn’t intend to be mean, but her harsh wording and her uninterested tone made it come off as more of an insult - she would praise Haiya..when he did stuff she thought worth praising. Juden neither was very good at being a dad. He already had short patience, which only got worse when he and Sokudo started working together. He couldn’t understand why Haiya couldn’t solve a simple maths equation, or read a small block o text, or complete the homework his teachers set him, and he was bad at hiding at his annoyance at times. His parents had high expectations for Haiya, which Haiya - being a small child - just couldn’t meet 

- His parents sent him to a high expectations hero school out in Tokyo which was run by members of the hero public safety commission, but one year into his education and Haiya began to have increased difficulty in moving his arms. Haiya returned home the same year after failing a physical combat exam, where his parents made the discovery after a trip to the doctors of the condition with Haiya’s arms, and how it was likely in years to come in his adult life, he’d soon loose all mobility with them. His parents where frustrated at this failure, angry at the other for something neither could control - Juden blaming Sokudo that her recklessness caused Haiya to be born with weak arms, and Sokudo blaming Juden and his dumb quirk for messing them up. They begin home schooling Haiya in a last, desperate attempt to fufill their goals. More and more each day Haiya began to loose movement in his arms, and more and more his parents began to view him more as a ticket to their own successes, rather then a child who just wanted to do his own thing.

-The day Haiya had his arms removed in surgery was a shocking day to both of them, they felt ashamed, angry and spiteful of the other, their fighting continuing on even after they had Haiya sent away to live in a family in Tokyo until they could think of a solution, Despite this, they stay together - not because they hoped for a ‘happy family’, not becasue they wanted to put up the act of happy parents for their son - just because the two needed the other to get where they wanted. Sokudo needed Juden’s smarts, and Juden needed Sokudo’s strength - and they both needed Haiya, the perfect mix of both of them. Later on down the line Haiya runs away from his adoptive family, and finds his home shuffling around Tokyo, until he winds up in the therapy centre and in the care of Ectoplasm

-Not really related to Haiya’s parents but gonna put it here anyway. Haiya still suffers from occasional nightmares of his parents, and has a deep fear of disappointment because of them, often thinking that he HAS to do his best, otherwise he’s not accomplishing anything. As well as that Haiya also isn’t keen to try new things out of his comfort zone, linking to his fear of disappointment - but he’s gradually coming out of his shell with the help of people from UA.

-(This is something I want to explore more with my characters to make them a bit more related to some audience members, this is the first time I’ve decided to incorporate this into a character so forgive me if I make some mistakes. Also going to add that if you have dyslexia and are in any way offended by this I’m sorry, that was no my intention. Again, first time writting a character with dylesixa) Haiya has mild dyslexia, it’s one of the reasons he struggles so much in school when he was younger, but his parents never caught on to his disability - in Haiya’s case has difficulty interpreting words and letters, easily distracted and has trouble remembering verbal instructions. Haiya himself didn’t know he had dyslexia until he came to live at the centre. Eri who runs the centre gives children living their books to read as well as simple educational quizzes to keep them up to date, Haiya struggles with quizzes and so was brought aside by Eri so that she could help him understand the problems. Haiya at the time of learning he had dyslexia was very upset about it, it made him think he was dumb or inferior to others. With Eri and eventually’s Ectoplasm’s and Powerloaders help he’s learning to find ways to manage his dyslexia. Haiya keeps a calendar to help him remember and plan his day, carries a notebook to write down his thoughts to certain tasks, practices decoding words and reading small pieces of writing and he also has a cubix cube and lego pieces to help him relax.

Haiya still gets emotional and panicked when presented with tests, but he’s gotten a lot better

[katblu42]

The End?

This is something I wrote for a creative writing competition. The challenge was to write something (within a week) starting at the end and working back to the beginning. For some reason the prompt/challenge sparked this little piece, which is pretty much non-fiction. I guess it came at a time when the subject matter was on my mind. I wanted to post it now because a related anniversary is coming up.

There are warnings!!! Please heed the tags. Death, Sickness, Hospitals, Cancer. (If more warnings/tags are needed please let me know so I can make appropriate edits!)

Below the cut for length and warnings.

This was not how their story was supposed to end. There were still so many chapters they had hoped to write together, so many journeys toward possible futures that they had imagined spending side by side. She never anticipated being a childless widow before she had even turned forty-two. She’d never considered being faced with a hopeless situation, or the unenviable decision to allow them to stop treatment and let him slip away. Treatments that could prolong his life a little, but not fix him. Their plans had never included his hand desperately clinging to hers as she tearfully told him it was okay for him to let go and leave her behind.

He had wanted to fight. It broke her heart that there was nothing the combined efforts of all the medical staff could do to support his fight. It was a losing battle. His body was giving up on him, organs shutting down even though his mind was not ready to give up. The three weeks he lasted in the ICU had left him battle-scarred and exhausted, but he had still not wanted to give in, or let her down.

His Forty-second birthday was less than a week before the end. It was spent with family, visiting two by two according to ICU visitor limits. He was barely able to communicate by then, his lips scabbed and bloody, and a ventilator tube in his throat inserted by tracheostomy. The medical team had not wanted the tube to remain in his mouth any longer, but he was too weak to breathe on his own.

He had been off the ventilator for a while, during one of the hopeful moments. They’d been able to remove the breathing tube, and they had been able to reduce the blood pressure medication for a while. His temperature had stabilised and she’d focused on the improvements, encouraging him to think positive. Facing the alternative had been unthinkable.

She had put such hope in the drug she’d had to sign permission for them to administer – one that had to be shipped urgently from interstate, that had approval for use in the US, but not here. They had told her it was possible too much time had passed for the reversal drug to be fully effective. It had been more than five days since the chemo treatment which now needed reversing had ended.

Hope was all she’d had at that point. Seeing him finally settled in Intensive Care with all the monitors and their beeps and alarms, the ventilator with its click and hiss, the hum of the heat pump regulating his temperature, the blood transfusion and IV lines all keeping her unconscious husband alive, she had to cling to every scrap of hope she could. His immune system was so compromised she had to wear the gown and gloves and mask just to sit in the corner of the room and let the silent tears fall.

The ICU waiting room was deserted during the wee hours. She and her Mum stayed until dawn before buzzing the door intercom to enquire about seeing him. His Dad had left after the surgeon had spoken to them all some hours before, explaining that in his current state surgery was not a viable option for the infection in his gut. The previous wait in Emergency had been shorter, and the waiting room slightly more comfortable, but the constant worry and the lack of information had been excruciating.

Two ambulances had attended their tiny unit in answer to her call, such was the seriousness of his condition. Despite having four uniformed people fussing over her husband, she had not been given much information about what was happening. She’d been instructed to get all his medication together to bring with her to the hospital, then left to change out of her pyjamas while they loaded him into an ambulance. All this happened in a blur of action and confusion. Less than 20 minutes before they all headed to the hospital she had been performing chest compressions on him on the tiled floor of their cramped bathroom.

The Emergency Services operator on the other end of the phone had talked her through the CPR procedure. She’d learned it years before in first aid training, but having to actually perform the chest compressions on someone she loved was still horrifyingly daunting. He hadn’t stopped breathing, but the ES operator had assured her CPR was necessary because his gasping breaths had been so far apart.

She had never had to call an ambulance for anyone before, but it didn’t take a genius to see she needed help. His level of responsiveness had decreased so rapidly after she’d found him slumped forward sitting on the toilet, unable to sit up unaided. The yellow tinge to his skin had startled her. He had cried out to her in such a way that instinct had brought her rushing from the loungeroom without taking a moment to process anything more than the feeling that something was very wrong.

He had just wanted to sleep, so she tried to give him space to do that, sitting quietly in the loungeroom while he stayed in the darkened bedroom. He had refused to let her bring him something to eat, which had concerned her. She’d offered to call the hospital for advice, knowing he was uncomfortable and wanting to make sure he was okay, but he had refused to let her, insisting that there was no need to make a fuss. She’d arrived home from work around five, and suspected he had been in bed all day, “just feeling a bit yuck.” Later she would feel so much guilt for not trusting her instinct to get help for him then.

For the first couple of days after his chemo treatment ended he had seemed okay, feeling upbeat, acting normal. He had been in high spirits despite the prospect of months of treatment still ahead. There had been a little grumbling about feeling a little bit off, but that was to be expected, right?

His first (and only) round of chemo had been a five day affair. Three medications, two of which had been administered within a day at the clinic and the third he had carried around in a little pack while it slowly released over the five days. The plan had been laid out by the oncology team, with lots of consultations and discussions during the preceding weeks. He was to have two or three rounds of the chemo drugs, then radiation treatment would begin. Combination therapy to treat the cancers in his mouth and throat.

There had been months of discomfort, reducing his ability to eat properly, or enjoy food. He had lost a considerable amount of weight before she had been able to convince him to finally go and see a doctor and find out what was wrong. He’d always been the type to avoid going to a doctor unless he was literally at death’s door. She knew that part of what had held him back for so long was the fear that it could be something serious.

He didn’t want to ruin their holiday, but he promised he would see someone about the sore throat when they got back from the Gold Coast. It was only a week spent away, but they had visited all their favourite haunts. This was one of their regular holiday spots during their ten year marriage. They always felt like big kids, visiting the theme parks and the beaches, playing mini golf, messing about in the resort pool.

The two of them had been lucky to share many little trips away over the years. They’d had many more days of laughter and smiles than they’d had of tears and troubles. There had been precious gifts exchanged between them – but not many in a physical form she could lay her hands on. Each of them had broadened the other’s horizons, sparking interest in new experiences, sharing the activities and pass-times they loved.

Their wedding day had been filled with fun and friends and family. She had seen then how many people his bright and generous personality drew to him. So many people had wanted to share in their joy, and had told her she would never find a more loyal and loving mate. All the elegance and finery, the colour and music, the celebration of their union had been a wonderful way to begin their journey hand in hand to the future.

His proposal on the beach, early in the morning in a place he had been holidaying with his family every year since he was tiny, had taken her by surprise. He had asked her to come with him for a walk. They had travelled quite a long way up the beach, just watching the waves crash on the shore, listening to the shrieks of the gulls and making small talk. Then he had dropped to one knee and asked the question. She needed a moment to take in what was happening. His heart just about stopped, thinking she was hesitating. She had said yes, and put him out of his nervous agony.

Their first “proper” date was a walk to the local McDonalds for burgers and sundaes. Neither of them had much money, so neither had wanted to go anywhere fancy. She had been happy with the little things – like the way he always walked beside her on the footpath placing himself between her and the busy road. He was not rich, nor did he have impressive style or a brainiac’s intelligence, but he was open and funny and kind and she wanted to spend time with him.

She hadn’t ever been to the trivia night at the local bowling club, so she wasn’t sure what to expect, or how it all worked. The lady who hosted the quiz gave her an answer sheet and steered her towards a table, telling her the young man with the twinkle in his blue eyes, and the dimpled smile would look after her. That was the moment their story had begun.