#it's aimed at a specific friend with fairly dark tastes

[nettlestingsoup]

Oops I feel a teeny tiny bit bad now for making you aware of the fic if you can’t even read it yet hahah

I totally understand not wanting to be influenced though!!! It’ll be interesting to see your ideas too! Not saying your fic needs to be compared, just that there are so many different ways to interpret and write out an idea so it’s really interesting how everyone has different takes on it and makes it their own!

And there will never be enough “Felix joining skz gang” fics imo hahah

Good luck with your writing <3

it's ok, i really should read some Actual Books anyway, so i'll just wait until all the chapters are up and binge read! and yeah, i think mine will turn out with quite a different vibe because of the magic element, but i'll be curious to see! interestingly enough the witch mafia au was developed kind of in tandem with another fic concept by my friend, and it's fascinating to see where we each went with the same vibe because the stories ended up so different.

and honestly, it's such a good concept!

thank you <3

[envihellbender]

Same again with GW male students?

Fire Emblem: Three Houses - Next Generation

Claude

Name: Zayna

Class: Wyvern Rider / Wyvern Lord

She was named specifically with an Almyran name, Claude felt continuing his heritage was extremely important to him even as he considered the irony that he no longer used Khalid. A point Zayna made when he scolded her for going by Anya for a brief time in her teens. She has long, black hair with two long plaits at either side, when in battle she ties her hair into a bun for practicality. She has blue eyes, and a birthmark just below her lip. She’s a little shorter than average, and has shown a lot of interest in Almyran forms of dress.

Zayna knew she wanted to be a Wyvern rider just like father from a young age. He’d take her on his regularly, she’d gleefully cling to his neck from her baby carrier as they flew through the sky. She’d cuddle the Wyvern’s neck, who had been known to lick her face to her delight. Unlike Claude however, she has always been terrible with a bow, whether it’s poor eyesight or bad coordination she just had no aim. She did however very much take to an axe.

She has a sweet tooth, hates spicy food, loves reading fictional books about political intrigue but is bored to death by real life politics, and whilst loves the idea of Almyra, stories of her father’s family makes the thought far too terrifying.

Ignatz

Name: Florian

Class: Thief / Swordmaster

Florian has light green eyes and blond hair which is short and untidy. He resembles his father very much and is similar in stature except Florian is a little chubbier, has a crooked jaw from a bout of illness he had as a child, and he has a more confident smile. He’s quite loud and boisterous at times, he finds it extremely easy to make friends. When he was little his father used to make him picture books and he still had ever to single one.

He was always surrounded by art, and particularly paintings. His earlier memory was grabbing one of his father’s paintbrushes, curiously licking the end, then spitting and crying at the hideous taste. Despite this, he never developed much of a talent or interest for it. His father never pushed him, learning from the mistakes of Florian’s grandparents. It turned out that Florian had a natural talent for building things, he had a steady hand and a keen eye which meant anything from mechanics to building work to blacksmithing were all talents he picked up fairly easily. Naturally he found himself curious about lockpicking, as well as the swords he helped create.

He likes spicy foods, stuffed animals, learning about other countries, and telling/hearing stories. He is scared of rodents, hates the smell of alcohol, and whilst he does enjoy the thrill that comes from lockpicking and such things he is far too anxious to actually attempt anything illegal.

Lorenz

Name: Beau

Class: Dark Flier

They have an asymmetrical haircut: long purple hair which is styled into a plait on their right side and a shaved section on their left side. Their eyes are a deep blue and often narrowed in concentration. They have a gap between their teeth and get a little insecure about it. They’re taller than most, they are actually just an inch or so taller than their dad. They’re thin with willowy limbs, they almost seem angular and appear as if they are almost far too easy to break. However, appearances can be deceptive, they are a very accomplished magic user and flier. Resulting in them being a very accomplished dark flier with a special bond with their precious, prized, Pegasus.

They have a dark sense of humour and an arrogant streak, they aren’t quite as obnoxious about their overconfidence as Lorenz. They don’t grandstand when it comes to their place and title, they simply know they are better than you and if it comes up they won’t sugarcoat it. They can be far too blunt and harsh when it comes to others’ feelings, and it’s not always clear if they mean well or not. Lorenz insists that Beau is a sweetheart who means well, he states he just had an off putting sense of humour. As a general rule, Lorenz will never tell Beau they were in the wrong or show him boundaries. They are extremely spoiled. They do however have a strong sense of justice and try to help however they can.

They like being the centre of attention, exotic animals, books, and tea. They detest spiders, filth, and loud noises.

Raphael

Name: Agnes

Class: Cavalier / Paladin

She’s short, just over five foot, chubby, and extremely muscular. She has her father’s smile and golden eyes with navy hair. She has chubby rosy cheeks and a wicked sense of humour. She’s a lot more calculated and tactical than her father, which gives her a manipulative streak. She’s also generally optimistic and charming, she can be extremely competitive and gets insecure about her height.

She has a good relationship with her father and enjoys helping him take care of the inn. She’s a great cook and loves the customers. She remembers all their favourite drink and food orders, making her beloved by the customers. She doesn’t like taking care of the horses particularly only seeing them as useful when she’s going into battle. It’s not that she dislikes animals she’s just not an animal lover, exactly. She would much rather be involved in the military and fighting than anything else. She hasn’t got a particular love of justice or anything like that, she just enjoys the camaraderie and the fight.

She like board games, hiking, trying new foods, and climbing. She dislike jibes about her height and weight, cleaning/tidying, traditionally feminine things, and rainy days.

[13th-dragon-prince]

Musesofawolf--[Prior]

"We need to take out the wings." His head turned, nodding to Whillow as he confirmed. "Yes, new hunt, and a dangerous one. We need to get it on the ground. Aim for the wings. On the next pass, when it's low." Bryn let out a sharp whistle, and then pointed out to the distance, Featherflame turning towards the pointed location, as her owner let out three sharp whistles, the signal to return at high speed once it reached the point it was designated to go, staying crouched as he aimed his rifle out around where Featherflame was, the dragon roaring and circling slowly, the dashing red feathered bird seeming to draw the large beast's attention, clearly presenting a bit more of a meal as the bird skidded to a halt, turned, and then began to make a hundred yard dash back towards the two riders.

Indeed, Whillow hadn’t noticed the snapping of bone or the fur that stuck out so oddly from the skin of the supposed Hyur - but that was not due to his lack of attention, it was wholly due to the adrenaline of excitement as Brynhorn - his friend - readied himself for another game.

Easily to laugh, easy to trust, the little lizard always chose to live in the moment.

And this moment specifically was wholly occupied by the challenge of a bigger beast that had interrupted the moment of warm hugs and kind footsteps. That was more than enough of a reason to play a new hunt.

That and Whillow really, really, really wanted to eat this heart too.

“Haaa-” His response to the command was a higher lilt with that joy that permeated his scales as the dark beast crouched low onto all fours for a moment to take stance with one knee raised forward with the other back, arms out straight as if to aim as his hips raised - a runner’s start even if not trained.

And sprint he did - claws on hand and foot digging into the ground as if it were as mailable as sand itself, pulling himself forward with a long stride that left his talons in the air at the height of his arc for multiple seconds before landing on strong palms only to do it again - reminiscent of high speed cats.

The turning for his heels was balanced with his tail as a rudder, bounding across metal and tree alike for higher ground, climbing it all as if it were flat - a body made to move, to hunt, to play in this oddly specific way.

It was at the top of this wall (Clinging to the side with claws dug hard into the surface) that Whillow waited for that second pass as his friend had commanded, offered? It wasn’t The Command. At least. He didn’t count it.

Bryn was just smart like this, so it was a good idea to listen.

Sharp eyes watched as it neared, closer and closer, those hungry jaws snapping at the heels of that well trained steed as it came just in range-

Just close enough for the little bastard to kick off the wall to launch himself talons first to the flesh of the assailant that now chomped at the feathery friend, tearing down across the back of that thick neck as the velocity dragged him back, catching soon enough to climber back up to those shoulderblades - ears perking as the dragon below him roared in complaint as teeth were quick to bite and tear into the tendons that connected it; watching with a beast’s glee as the sinew tore from the wind to drag his prey off kilter for a moment before Whillow was set upon the other connection and doing very much the same.

It tasted gross, kind of like that glistening jelly stuff that lay atop the water near the iron fortress, the black goo that reflected colors, Perhaps it was rot? That wouldn’t be the first time he ate that.

As the Dragon’s claws skidded against the ground from the lacking flight, the gecko found himself being flung forward at the sudden stop - honestly too distracted to even think about catching himself - ending up with the solid contact of his head to the ground before rolling claw over tail more than a fair distance due to his fairly small stature.

Disoriented, a bit bruised maybe, but mostly really dizzy, eventually something stopped his trajectory with a suddenness that left the La’Mellaen fool with his eyes closed as the world spun around his senses, trying to get his bearings; ending up with just a mirthful laugh before laying down with a sigh.

He trusted Bryn to have the rest of the game for the next few moments.

[rithmatistkalyna]

Happy Republic of Two Systems Independence Day! 

Guess what y’all, it’s time for tea flavored truffles. Specifically, Lavender Earl Grey, Jasmine Green, and Chai truffles. Now, I make chocolate truffles on a semi-regular basis and I’ve experimented with lots of flavors, many of which have been very good. I’ve been halfheartedly meaning to experiment with using tea as a flavoring for a while, but not getting to it because the tea flavors seem so delicate compared to the chocolate and I was sure the tea was going to be overwhelmed. Y’all. I could not have been more wrong. These came out amazing. I packed up a baggie of them and left them in the carport for one of my friends to stop by and pick up and she reported back that they were bliss. These recipes are going very solidly into my flavor rotations (and they’re also pretty simple and will be available under the cut). First though, pictures of the finished products.

It’s Ro2SID, so, naturally, we have to have eggs and chicks so that we can endlessly annoy Sphene:

peep peep peep peep!

In honor of the Athoek gardens, we have the lovely green and purple fish, and the red and yellow roses:

And, since the mold with the fish also has a turtle, a Propriety Turtle:

and now, without further ado, let’s jump under the cut for recipes and process pictures!

Ganache is the fancy word for chocolate that you’ve mixed with cream and maybe also butter and flavorings.

Tea Flavored Ganache:

~130 grams heavy cream (a little over half a cup using US measures, note that you’re going to loose some of this volume in the process)

~200 grams semisweet chocolate chips (about 1 1/4 US cups)

1 heaping tsp of your tea of choice. If you are using bagged tea, my guess is that 2 bags would be a good idea

Put the heavy cream in a tiny sauce pan and put it on the stove on low. You want it nice and warm, but you don’t want the cream to boil. Stir the tea into the cream and let it simmer and steep for a while. I didn’t time it, but I got it set and then went off and browsed tumblr for a bit, so... You want the cream to taste distinctly of your chosen tea. It’s going to take longer than it usually takes you to brew a cup of tea because we are going for low and slow brewing here. Once your cream is nice and tea flavored, get a bowl with the chocolate chips and pour the warm cream through a tea strainer over the chocolate. Use a spoon to mash the tea in the strainer to get as much of the cream as possible through. Between the water that has boiled off of the cream and the cream that the tea absorbed you should be somewhere in the ball park of 100 grams of cream. Don’t stress about getting it exactly. In the three batches I made I ended up slightly over and slightly under. It’s fine. Carefully stir the bowl of chocolate chips and warm cream. The cream should melt the chocolate so that, with patience you can get it blended to a nice homogenous mixture. If your cream is cooler than mine (or the chocolate is colder, or the ambient temperature of the room is too low, or...), the chocolate might not melt entirely. If this happens pop the bowl in the microwave for about 15 seconds, or put it over a double boiler on the stove for a bit. The resulting mixture is your truffle filling. It’s going to be fairly runny right now, but if you let it cool for a bit it will thicken up enough to pipe, and if you chill it it will solidify enough to scoop and roll. 

Note:

In general, for truffle filling you want a mix of chocolate and cream that is approximately 2 parts (fairly dark) chocolate, 1 part cream by weight. This will make a nice creamy truffle filling that melts in your mouth but also sets up well if it’s reasonably cool. If you are new to candy making, it might be easier to shift that ratio a little more toward the chocolate. If you are adding an additional liquid flavoring you would want to cut back on the cream. Sometimes my goal is a firmer filling for whatever reason, but this is the ratio I used for these.

Pictures time:

The Lavender Earl Grey tea I used. It’s a Kroger brand. The lavender in it was very subtle. A traditional Earl Grey would be just as good. It’s reminiscent of orange chocolate, but so much better and far, far easier than the attempts I’ve made in the past at doing a citrusy chocolate truffle. 

We’ve got a local world market that is a giant warehouse of a grocery store and that’s where I got this tub of Jasmine pearls. You wouldn’t need to use pearls, its just what I happened to have on hand. 

I don’t have a good picture of the chai - one of my friends brought the tea I used back for me when she visited India and it came in a bag that I dumped into a mason jar. It’s not particularly photogenic, but it’s delicious.

You want a heaping teaspoon of the tea to go in your cream.

Once it is simmered with the tea, strain the cream into your bowl of chocolate chips. I started with 200 g of chocolate chips, so once I strained the cream here I ended up with 94 g. That’s absolutely close enough. 

Stir til it’s nice and smooth. Now you have truffle filling! (or, you know, eat it with a spoon, or put it on ice cream, or spread it on a scone or toast or something).

If you want to do molded truffles like the ones in the first part of this post, set the filling aside to cool off and set up a bit and get your mold out.

I got this egg mold on clearance after Easter at Michaels a few years ago. Here you can see that I’ve melted candy melts in a tiny mason jar. It’s not strictly necessary, but if you get a tub of EZ Thin and add a bit it definitely will make this easier. I’ve used a small paint brush (that is designated only for food things) to start painting the yellow details in the depressions of the mold.

For the two tone roses, I didn’t actually fill the depressions like I did for the eggs. Instead I aimed to get the yellow down in the deepest parts of the crevices, but left it so you can see the pink mold sticking out. When adding the red (or the green I added to the eggs after the yellow) the goal becomes to make sure the mold is covered and you can’t see it peaking through.

For extra structural integrity, add a layer of melted chocolate. If you want you can absolutely skip the candy melts step and go straight to coating the molds with chocolate. You can also skip the chocolate and just use candy melts as your coating. As you can see, I have my chocolate in a larger mason jar, which can either be microwaved or set in a water bath to heat and melt the chocolate. If you want really professional chocolates you can mess with tempering. If you just want something delicious it isn’t necessary, so I’m not going to go into the details here. There are two key things to keep in mind when working with melted chocolate:

1) Chocolate actually burns pretty easily, so be careful not to get it too hot. If it’s too runny it also won’t coat the mold well - you want it liquid, but still kind of thick. If you get it too runny, you can add more solid chocolate as you stir to help it cool down faster (a very careful version of this is also, incidentially, how to temper chocolate).

2) Chocolate and water are not friends. If you are using a water bath, be very careful not to get water in the chocolate. If you do, the chocolate will seize up clumpy and not want to melt nicely again. You can use seized chocolate to make more ganache, but not for coating. 

Once the chocolate hardens (either because you were patient or because you stuck it in the freezer for a few minutes to speed it up), add the filling almost-but-not-quite to the top of the mold-you want to be able to seal the filling in. You can spoon it in, but the easiest way I’ve found is to scoop the ganache into a ziplock baggie, cut a tiny triangle off one of the corners and pipe the cool but not cold filling in. If your room is warm, room temperature is fine. If it’s cold, you might want to hold the baggie of chocolate in your hands and let them warm it up a little before you try to pipe. 

If your room is cool enough you can just let the filled truffles sit for a bit, or you can pop it in the fridge or freezer so that the filling firms up nicely. Once it’s firmed up, use melted chocolate to finish filling the molds and seal in the filling. Unfortunately I failed to get a picture of that step. Then you get one last round of chilling/patience and your chocolates are ready for you to carefully pop them out of the mold. Be especially careful if you are doing something like the turtle that has limbs that are easily broken off. 

Hooray! Extra delicious homemade chocolate truffles!

But Kaly! What if I don’t have a chocolate mold?! 

No worries! I made chocolates for a couple of years before I discovered that chocolate molds were a thing you could buy at the craft store. I’m going to use a silicone mat in the next picture, but I’ve absolutely used a cheap plastic plate or parchment paper and had it work just fine!

On the right you can see the naked truffle fillings. I chilled the bowl of filling in the fridge until it was like firm clay and then used a spoon to scoop out small bits that I rolled into balls in the palms of my hands. This ends up warming them back up a bit, so once you have a batch rolled, pop it in the freezer for a couple minutes. Then carefully dip each filling one at a time into your melted chocolate. and set it on your mat/plate/parchment paper to cool and dry. The first time you try this you will likely get chocolate everywhere. Just be aware it’s going to happen and embrace the delicious mess. With practice you can get less messy. You can also roll the truffle fillings in something like finely chopped nuts or cocoa powder instead of dipping them. The green tea ones would probably be really good rolled in matcha powder! 

If you have any questions, feel free to ask! 

[meta-squash]

Brick Club 1.5.3 “Money Deposited With Lafitte”

We establish Valjean’s solitary nature here. And okay, so I just rewatched the first two Mad Max movies with my best friend because she’s never seen them, and really Valjean and Max Rockatansky have a lot in common. Lonely, solitary guy with a backstory that’s a mystery to others but not to the viewer, who is also very skilled at many things, waltzes into a town, saves it from various crises while not talking much and being pretty socially awkward despite his charisma, and then leaves never to be seen again. Someone write an AU. Okay, moving on.

“He talked with very few. He shrank from compliments and with a touch of the hat would walk on rapidly; he smiled to avoid talking and gave to avoid smiling.” God my favorite thing about Valjean is just how awkward he is, despite also being unknowingly charismatic. He’s fantastic at fooling people simply because he’s so kind, and from that they choose what they want to see, but really he’s just so awkward. He doesn’t want to talk to people or do much socializing, which I think is another reason for his avoidance of upper class society affairs. Not only is he not interested because he’s not interested in advancing himself up the social ladder, he’s also not interested because it would mean he’d have to talk to people.

Valjean’s library is “well chosen,” and I’m wondering what books that would mean. Surely the bible, but what else? I assume he learned what the Right Books were by listening to conversation or looking at what was on other people’s shelves (perhaps during his Benevolent Break-Ins?) or something. His language starts to become more polished, too, as he educates himself through literature as well as (I presume) through his brief social interactions. The people seem to notice it but also don’t seem to think much of it? This doesn’t seem to factor into the rumors about him as much as his solitary nature does.

Valjean’s aim with a gun is frighteningly accurate (Where did he learn to shoot a gun? Would that have been another skill from his time as a pruner?) but he never kills inoffensive animals/small birds. I think this is the only other time we see Valjean with a gun aside from when he’s at the barricade. This description feels weirdly dark; I think it’s the word “frightening” (in Hapgood the word is “terror”). This skill with a gun seems like a hint not of his laborer past but of his past at Toulon, the potential he had prior to Myriel of becoming “the worst man.” Now he only uses it on threatening animals, but his aim itself is a threat. (Which is an interesting thing to establish only to have him definitely Not Use It on the barricade.)

“He would offer a hand to anyone needing it, help a fallen horse, push a mired wagon, or grab a rampaging bull by the horns.” What a parallel here. In Tome 3 we had Fantine as a horse that falls. In the coming chapters were have a broken wagon. I’m not sure if the “rampaging bull” would be Javert or perhaps Thenardier or something else? I would assume Javert, since his goodness essentially stops Javert mid-”rampage.” This is also an example of Valjean throwing himself in front of more dangerous things to help others, potentially heedless of his own wellbeing.

“If we took a little time, the nettle would be useful; we neglect it, and it becomes harmful. Then we kill it. Men are so like the nettle!” This line reminds me of all the parallels I was getting to modern day back in Tome 2. It’s just something that’s still so prevalent today. Someone grows up in a way that’s considered “bad” and instead of figuring out how best to help and communicate and nurture that person into something that is not “bad,” we just toss them away and neglect and ignore them and then when they adapt to that treatment in a certain way that we again consider “bad,” we either lock them up or force them out onto the streets. (Sorry, I’m mad at how relevant a 150 year old book is. A local homeless man was murdered by a housed person at a camp last week for no reason and the treatment of people living at homeless camps around my city has been so awful recently.)

“My friends, remember this: There are no bad herbs, and no bad men; there are only bad cultivators.” This one is so interesting because it sort of sets Valjean up for future failure. A cultivator (whether it’s a person or a machine) is someone who prepares land for use. Montreuil-sur-Mer itself is this land, and yet Valjean neglects certain parts of it. He makes this comment about the nettle, about finding a use for it if you only take a little time, and yet he gives up on and/or just sort of ignores the sex workers (and any other adjacent community) that are pretty much guaranteed to exist due to it being a garrisoned town. Valjean I love you but I have Concerns about your weird moral hoops that people have to jump through. I’m sure there are women who work at the factory and also as sex workers, who are hiding their second job and hoping no one finds out. But what about the women who are already known sex workers, who (I assume) don’t even have a chance? Valjean gives hospital beds, universal healthcare, a place for old and infirm laborers to stay, an “infant school/place of refuge” (I still don’t quite know what that is), but he doesn’t put any sort of aid in place for women who are already “fallen” or “morally indigent” etc. There are no bad herbs or men, only bad cultivators, but what happens if you’re great at cultivating three quarters of your field, but you decide not to bother to work the land of that last quarter? Anything you plant there will die, and you’ll yield fewer crops. It seems like a weird oversight on Valjean’s part to do good for most of the city and townspeople except for these women. There’s clearly a divide between the “honest” working women and the sex workers; we see it clearly later on with Fantine. So it’s not as if it’s a hidden secret. But for Valjean to enforce these specific moral standards without giving those suffering the most a way to achieve them and the support to do so, it’s just bad practice. @everyonewasabird mentioned that maybe it’s because he never really knew any women, so he doesn’t really know how drastically different life is for women and how different it is to “be an honest woman” vs an “honest man,” or how difficult it is to get there if you’re already trapped in sex work, but if he’s fairly aware of the goings-on in most of the town, you’d think he’d realize there was a divide and that people on one side were suffering while people on the other were not.

Oh my god I thought this post was going to be short but apparently I have Opinions.

“With his eyes raised to heaven, he listened with a sort of longing toward all the mysteries of the infinite, to the sad voices that sing on the brink of death’s dark abyss.” Ah, Valjean and his many deaths. Valjean listens to the “sad voices," but he never (or almost never? I can’t remember) actually talks to or “listens to” god. He never assumes that god is specifically listening or speaking to him, it seems.

Valjean breaking into houses to place money on the table is the exact reverse of his stealing the silver from Myriel. But it also goes hand in hand with his “can’t take compliments” nature; it would probably be really hard for him to stand there and listen to people thanking him for his generosity. But I think it’s also something from when he was poor himself. It’s an understanding of the shame and humiliation that comes with having to ask for money or for charity. Valjean breaking into people’s houses to not-so-secretly place money on their table circumvents that entirely. He avoids having to take a compliment and the people of Montreuil-sur-Mer get to avoid feeling awkward or shameful at asking for money.

A brief refocusing on the candlesticks here. Just a reminder for the audience about where all of this goodness comes from, but also a little example of the way Valjean himself displays the candlesticks as a reminder. I’m not sure what would make them “unusual” to the townspeople though? Surely everyone had candlesticks?

We also get a taste of the nature of rumors in Montreuil-sur-Mer. A rumor occurs, and despite multiple people being able to dispel the rumor, it persists and grows. But Valjean has a reputation and a status to back him up despite the darkness of some of the rumors. Fantine never has that. The rumors about her only serve to push her further down. He’s a savior and she’s a scapegoat. Again they are parallels of each other, moving in opposite directions.

[that-pink-haired-bitch]

DaiSuga Hogwarts AU Drabble-

Hey ya’ll! I thought you might wanna get a taste on my writing so I decided i would post this little drabble I wrote a couple days ago. I hope you like it!

~

Sugawara Koushi didn’t usually come to Quidditch games. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the sport, or even that he didn’t have any friends on the team. Of course in his first years, he was adamant about seeing every match. The thrill of Quidditch was reason enough to go, not to mention the excitement at finally attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But now, in his fourth year at the school, the games had lost much of their luster. On a normal day, he would rather cram in some extra study time, or (far less likely), relax for the couple of hours the match would have taken. 

However, today was not a normal day. It was the first game of the season, and though this wouldn’t have generally swayed Suga, this year the Slytherin team had two new second-years starting. Specifically, Tsukishima Kei and, to no one’s surprise, Yamaguchi Tadashi. 

At first, Suga hadn’t understood why Yamaguchi put up with the temperamental blonde so adamantly. When Suga met them as first-years on the Hogwarts Express, he had instantly noticed how Yamaguchi treated Tsukishima like the sun itself. Only minutes after introducing himself, the freckled boy was telling him how “Tsukki is 188 cm. He’ll be 190 cm soon!” (“What’s with the bragging Yamaguchi?”, “Gomen Tsukki.”) Over time, however, Suga had warmed up to the sarcastic giant, and he only dared hope, said giant had warmed up to him. Oikawa himself had joked that he was adopting kids left and right, which although true, was quite hypocritical of him. (Suga definitely enjoyed pointing this out.)

So here he was, cramming himself into the mass of people on the stands and questioning his life choices. He sat down next to a group of excited-looking first-year Slytherins and surveyed the field disinterestedly. It was empty save for the school’s Quidditch coach Ukai and the seventh year Saeko Tanaka, who was to be the announcer for the match.

Suddenly, in a flash of green and red robes, the two opposing teams soared onto the field. They flew daringly, (and perhaps a tad bit precariously) over the stands, coming to a halt at the center of the field.

As Tanaka began announcing the teams, Suga felt his gaze drifting over to the Gryffindor side of the field. Last year’s Gryffindor team had been made up mostly of 7th years, so unsurprisingly, the entire team looked completely different. Suga recognized third-year Beaters Tanaka and Nishinoya, as well as fifth-year Chaser Yamamoto. There were two unfamiliar figures on the field but Suga found himself unable to focus on them as a boy stepped out of the huddle. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had a rugged, athletic, appearance. Short, dark hair framed a sharp, squared, jawline; Piercing eyes seemed to bore through all in front of him. Above all, he moved with an undeniable air of confidence, and Suga wouldn’t have needed to see him shake hands with Oikawa to know he was the captain.

Suga vaguely recognized the name as Tanaka introduced him to the crowd: Sawamura Daichi. He was a fourth-year like Suga and fairly well known around Hogwarts. Although Suga had never had a class with the boy, he had heard plenty of him from the gossip of his good looks and kind personality. 

Oikawa unsurprisingly made a show out of stepping forward to shake the fellow captain’s hand. As a newly elected captain himself, his popularity among the girls of the school had only increased. One handshake and punch to the side (courtesy of Iwaizumi) later, Oikawa was walking (limping) back to his broom to join his fellow teammates. Suga quickly identified Sawamura as the Keeper when he flew over to the goalposts and assumed a defensive stance. 

The snitch and bludgers were released, the quaffle was thrown up, and the shrill sound of the whistle sent the players soaring high above the crowd.

“Second-year Kageyama has taken first possession of the ball! He passes to Yamamoto who is racing down the pitch and- oof, that looked like it hurt. A nasty bludger sent at Yamamoto by Slytherin Beater Iwaizumi! Yamaguchi the second-year chaser has caught the ball and is passing it to fellow second-year Tsukishima. He’s racing down the field, he aims... and the ball is blocked by Keeper Sawamura!” Suga groaned alongside his fellow Slytherin, but couldn’t help feeling relieved after Sawamura’s shout of victory.

The score progressively increased as Suga’s loyalty to Slytherin slowly diminished. Time was swept away in the smooth movements of the Griffindor Keeper, who was mesmerizing as he blocked ball after ball. It was at 52 to 49 points for Slytherin when the orange-haired Gryffindor seeker threw himself into a dive. 

“And what is this?! Seeker Hinata Shoyuo has spotted the snitch! Could this be the sudden end of the match? But here’s Slytherin’s seeker Oikawa racing to catch up! This is a bloody close one…” And with that, Tanaka quieted and the thick silence only heard before the catching of a snitch suffocated the stands. 

Hinata pulled up at the last second, face flushed and clutching gold in his tiny palm. The stands roared back to life. “Hinata Shoyuo has caught the snitch! Gryffindor WINS!” And suddenly Suga was cheering louder than he ever had before. 

“The final score is 202 to 49 for Gryffindor! That’s my little brother’s team! Bloody brilliant players they are!”

From the field, Suga swore Sawamura looked over at him, the one cheering boy in a sea of green.

~

Should I make a part two??

[aerithlylin]

「 development questionnaire 」

content warning for mentions of death and violence.

01. Tell us about your character’s name. Was it given to them or chosen? Does it hold any special meaning? If your character has aliases or nicknames, how did they get them and what do they mean?

aerith lylin is what was given to him at birth. though as he was growing up, he was known as aeri(th) lorus—referred to with his mother’s family name, in order to preserve his father’s position within jedi order. he readopted the lylin surname purely out of spite after his father left him alone on jedha. as for other names he’s taken along the way: valin avalor is the default name he gives when he doesn’t want to use his real one; it’s simply his parents’ names condensed—vale lylin and avadrie lorus. his nickname, aer, came from and is exclusively used by his friend vestir kano.

02. What is your character’s relationship to their homeworld? Do they hold fond memories of it, or do they hate it? Are they still here, and if not, do they miss it?

aerith’s relationship with jedha is bittersweet. but like, two parts bitter, one part sweet. he spent 22yrs there and literally nowhere else. he was tired of it and tired of the life he led there and it holds some really.,.,.,,,, Not Great memories for him. the chance to leave and see the galaxy came to him and he took it. he would be reluctant to return for more than just a temporary visit. but for all that it is, if there's anything he misses, he misses the vibrance of the culture.

03. Describe your character’s relationship with those who raised them. Was it positive? Negative? Neutral? What sorts of ideologies were they raised with, and do they still stand by them now?

aerith's relationship with his mother was really, really lovely, and his father truly cannot relate!!!!!! since avadrie was a guardian and that's what aerith ended up training for as well, she was there with him every step of the way. on the other end, he was virtually nonexistent to vale—aerith's birth had strained his relationship with avadrie, paranoid they would be found out and his position within the jedi order would be compromised. when avadrie passed, vale returned to coruscant and left aerith alone on jedha without a second thought, and aerith has never been anything but bitter about it. from that point master guardian inyri looked after him in some capacity. she was there to guide him through processing his grief and confusion, though he had all but abandoned their shared ideals.

04. What is your character’s relationship with the Force? Is your character Force-sensitive? Whether or not they are, do they believe in it? Do they lean more towards the dark or the light or are they somewhere in between?

as far as force-sensitivity goes, aerith falls somewhere in the middle of the spectrum. as a child, he was told he was blessed, and had he been just slightly more sensitive, he may have been chosen to train among the ranks of the jedi. he was raised in a temple no less, in an organization that valued the force just as much as the jedi did, so a belief in the force was ingrained in him either way. he learned to communicate with it, to read it, to let it guide him, but it never took root in him the way it did in others. he stayed because he knew nothing else and thought this was the life that had been set out for him. he stayed until he couldn't stomach it anymore, and still he was surrounded by it. by now he's pretty much cut himself off from it. he still feels it, like an itch beneath his skin. still calls to it in his most desperate moments. but he doesn't trust it.

05. What three word would you use to describe your character? What three words would your character use to describe themself? What three words would someone close to them use?

anxious, lost, a-damn-ass-fool-and-a-half

resourceful, eager, diligent

"""never stays put""

06. Describe your character’s aesthetic. Do they tend towards fashion or function? Do they like to accessorize? How does this extend into their own personal spaces, such as their home or their workspace?

aerith is purely fashion oriented. like…..,,...,..,, Purely. zero functionality. five layers of flowy ass head-to-toe crimson?? that’s just aerith shopping for fruit. he never quite got away from his a lot of his temple-born inclinations, even after bowing out of his discipleship and even after leaving jedha completely. his time as caretaker for the temple meant he often got tasks thrown onto him that no one else wanted to bother with, and that sometimes meant fixing up the damaged robes of guardians and acolytes. he was given access to an array of fabrics, all rich, deep reds, and so he took the liberty of creating something for himself every once in a while. another thing he managed to cling to is ceremonial makeup—something he learned from his mother and still practices to this day. he doesn’t do it for special occasions or anything, but more as something to pass the time when he’s bored and / or anxious. overall: structured, but creative. in every other area of his life, we called this an Organized Mess. "no, it's Supposed to look like that," he says.

07. What are your character’s vices? Guilty pleasures? Bad habits? Weak spots?

his vices, guilty pleasures, and weak spots are all vestir kano. also he picks at his scabs and wastes too much money on too many damn bracelets.

08. Tell us about your character’s relationship with food. What are their favorites? Do they enjoy cooking? Are they adventurous? Will they eat absolutely anything or are they hard to please?

aerith used to spend a considerable amount of time in the kitchen back at the temple. if he wasn't assisting with food-preparation, he was at least observing and sneaking bites when no one was watching. when he first started travelling with vestir, after 22yrs of only eating jedhan cuisine, he wasn't adventurous at all, and missed the tastes of his homeworld. he learned pretty quickly that he had to set that behind him and be more open to trying new things. obviously not everywhere they travel offers the same ingredients, so aerith has learned to adapt his favorite jedhan dishes depending on what's available to him. "FuSiON." — aerith lylin

09. How does your character feel about engaging in relationships—romantic and / or sexual—with others? What is their history like? Do they fall in love easily? Are they constantly in and out of relationships?

he’s ambivalent. aerith has never really sought out relationships that go beyond just platonic. especially after renouncing his position at the temple, he found it extremely hard to connect with those around him. in his time as the temple caretaker, there were a few short-lived flings with off-worlders who had come to jedha on pilgrimages (they sure did """"""find the force,""" huh), but they were always gone just as quickly as they had come. so it’s rare that he gets close to others, and in the one particular instance where he has managed to get close to someone, he’s found that he doesn’t quite know how to decipher his own feelings and pinpoint where they sit on the spectrum of platonic to romantic. vestir smooch challenge.

10. What is your character’s pain tolerance like? Can they hold their own in a fight, despite injury? If someone hurts them with the aim of gaining information, how much can they take before they cave?

his pain tolerance is fairly high. going from daily physically-taxing training to several years of physical labor, aerith has never been a stranger to at least something hurting. it got to the point that he just kind of learned to ignore it and live with it, and even when he receives more pressing injuries now, though he might show it in doses, it takes a lot for him to actually speak on his pain.

11. What is your character’s weapon of choice? Are they more skilled as a melee fighter or do they have more skill with ranged weapons? What’s their fighting style like? What sort of training do they have behind them?

aerith is most comfortable and most proficient with a lightbow. he never made it far enough in his training to construct his own, but when he left jedha, he managed to abscond with his mother’s. due to a moderate level of force-sensitivity, he showed promise early on, it was just a matter of actually honing his ability. though he has some experience and training with close-combat, he’s fallen out of practice and is only just revisiting what it means to use his body as a weapon. (it shows.) an Extremely Anxious Creature™, aerith relies a lot less on actually countering attacks and more just throwing hands like his lizard brain tells him and hoping it all works out. (many times it does not work out.)

12. Does your character have any words or catchphrases that they say frequently? Tell us about how they picked them up.

there's not really anything specifically? though he tends to use a lot of force-related imagery. things like "may the force of others be with you" and other guardians' mantras that never left him are something he uses ironically or sarcastically.

13. Tell us about a negative experience your character has had with either the Jedi or the Sith, and how this has affected their standing. Whether currently aligned or unaligned with either faction, if forced to choose, how would they side?

his father is a jedi and that's it, that's the negative experience. therefore they're all invalid and aerith joins the sith Solely to spite him once again. it might be ""the right thing to do"""" but joining the jedi is essentially a death sentence at this point, so.,..,........,,.. it's a no from aerith.

14. How would your character react to seeing a relative or friend on the opposing side of a battle or mission?

he hopes it's his dad so the man can sQUARE THE FUCK UP.

15. Describe a memory that your character finds embarrassing.

ha!!!!!!!!! let’s go out on a limb here and say the time aerith misread the situation and tried to lay one on vestir. naturally he realized that Mistakes Were Made like 0.3secs into it. 99.9% sure even he didn’t understand what his own damn self was trying to accomplish here. and so Naturally, he took off—as you do—and locked himself in his room and hid underneath the covers. could not even think about breathing in vestir’s direction for 72hrs. did not look him in the eye for an extra 48. but in this household we support the concept of giving aerith a redo.

16. What goals does your character hold for themself and what steps have they taken towards achieving them? How far are they willing to go to reach them? What is their be-all and end-all?

aerith,,..,,......,,. doesn’t have goals. like, he’s just hurtling through life and seeing where it takes him, really. if anything, he’d like to make himself considerably less useless to those who look out for him—i.e. vestir until recently and liora currently.

17. What is the one thing your character would change about their life if they were given the chance? What other lives could they have lived as a result?

he wishes there had never been an attack on the kyber temple. whether or not his father would have still left, his mother would have still been around. he would have been more inclined to continue his training, and might be a full-fledged guardian by now. it’s not that he’s unhappy with the path he chose, but it certainly isn’t what one would call an easy life.

18. Living in such a high-conflict time, how does your character feel about doing what they must to survive? Will they hurt or kill others—either directly or indirectly—to protect themself and / or those close to them? If so, do they regret it when all is said and done?

don’t let the facade fool you; he may seem like the “”uwu all life is precious”” type but aerith will fuckin' kill a man if he has to, and has. he’s not trigger-happy or anything but when it’s come down to keeping himself and—first and foremost—vestir alive, shit has in fact gone down. you want your skull bashed in with a pipe? lightbow bolt to the throat? threaten their safety and i got the man for you.

19. What is the biggest problem your character is currently dealing with?

learning to readjust to life without vestir, navigating the feelings that come with the situation at hand. trying to find his place and make his way.

20. Give us 3+ headcanons of any length or subject matter.

his favorite skill that he picked up in his time as the temple's caretaker is gardening. after living on jedha, he's mostly familiar with desert plants, but one of his favorite things about visiting other worlds is seeing what kinds of flora they have to offer. he will often purchase plants from the markets of worlds they pass through, but his room on the ship is hardly the place to sustain them. he still tries for as long as he can.

aerith has a kyber crystal he acquired in his early years as an acolyte that he keeps on his person at all times. he holds it in times of pain or anxiety, as its faint song helps to calm him.

aerith has a recurring dream / nightmare of the night the temple was attacked. it's always the same feeling of terror, and the same crushing weight weighing down on him. he wakes up with a sharp pain permeating beneath his scars.

bonus. Give us a list of any length telling us why our “fave is problematic.”

the galaxy’s number one vestir kano apologist

would sooner Die than put into words what he feels and what he wants

"""the force told me you're a dumbass bitch"""

aerith "daddy issues" lylin

is probably buying yet Another bracelet as we speak

requires 12 blankets and 73 pillows to sleep alone

will hide instead of confronting awkward situations

never puts things back where they actually belong

""i'M nOt FrAGiLE""" he says, proceeding to crack two ribs and break his hand

spends three hours putting on makeup only to take a nap

doesn't brush his fuckign hair

will sleep in his day clothes,, all five layers of 'em

aerith: i'm not needy i don't need you i'm finE it's FINE aerith, 5mins after vestir leaves: yes hello when are you coming home

[twilight-resonance]

Senses

Well, it’s been quite a while. Been busy. Feel like I haven’t had enough time for my own projects, much less anything else that needs to get happening. Here’s a summary, then I’ll keep talking.

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Like I said, been busy. Said goodbye to an old friend before she moves to another state; otherwise it’s been a flurry of working on timejumps and related preparation. In the middle of that, I ended up losing several years’ worth of work and all of my most recent work (including the timejump prep) to a compute malfunction, so that’s been both a setback and a discouragement. Lots of other obligations - ordering contacts, buying new equipment, catching up on cleaning, all that such-and-such. There have been smaller things too: experimenting with a new soup recipe for setting day and deciding to do something else instead (although it was still good), made cookies just because, replaced my phone finally, and so on. Mostly it’s timejump work that’s been taking up, well, time. Moving on, then.

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I’m feeling a bit dispirited tonight, and my urge is to write about my feelings for a bit; but I’d like to alternate between lighter things and heavier things, because it’s easier to write when I feel heavy but writing both will be good for me. So I’m going to aim light tonight.

Tonight’s topic is senses, inspired by the fact that I am running out of contact lenses and as such have been mostly blind today. It’s anyone’s guess when they’ll ship and reach me, so I’m stretching them for a couple upcoming dates (just LARP - but you try LARPing half-blind). It’s not about the blindness specifically; just about senses in general and my own experience of, you know, having them.

As one can gather from above, my vision is atrocious. I like to think I do fairly well despite it - even with my contacts out, I’m fairly good at picking up on color and especially movement, to the point where it’s hard to tell that I can’t actually see much - but even corrected, it’s still not fantastic. I think it gets a lot of support from my other senses, which helps; and it’s something I often use consciously rather than automatically, which surely helps too. Without correction, though, things start becoming blurry about six inches from my face. So days like today - when I don’t have any vision correction - many things become hard. Working is much harder, especially given most of what I do during the week is read and write. Cooking, cleaning, and other chores often have to lean heavily into touch, and I try to avoid doing anything complicated. Watching movies becomes listening to moves, and understanding anyone talk becomes harder too (apparently I rely on facial expressions a lot for comprehension - everyone does, but even so). 

So like I said - I lean into other senses a lot. Something I said to Artkestral the other day that I still stand by is that I think my sense of smell is probably better than my vision. I can tell specific people by scent, I can often figure out where something otherwise-inconnuous is located by smell, I can tell if someone who used a bathroom before me is male or female (things I do not want to know, but get to anyway). Often I sense upcoming weather changes by smell before anything else. I think there’s a lot of people with similar senses of smell who hate strong smells in general, but I’m quite the opposite - I love having strong smells around me all the time. Perfume, incense, spices, you name it. One of the things I love best about memory is the way it’s triggered by smell, because my “smell catalogue” is so broad and deep - I love the way that every place and person has their own scents, and the way those scents are a unique combination of the touchstones of their existence. So that’s smell. Apparently I can wax poetic about smell. Taste in in a similar vein, the two being connected; I love strong, complicated flavors and often cook with many spices. 

Hearing is an odd one, I suppose. I feel like my hearing is lopsided. In that specific sounds - listening for something - is often a bit harder for me, but interpreting what I hear is much better. If I can hear an animal in the brush, I’ve usually got a good sense how big it is an what it’s doing; if someone I know is walking up behind me, I can generally tell who; if it’s pitch dark out, I can navigate by a sort of hearing that’s almost more like “pressure” - I can tell that it’s based in sound, but it’s like I can feel higher pressure where there are solid objects and navigate based on that, whether indoors or in open spaces. I figure it has to do with acoustics and sound either meeting a surface or not, but I don’t have a great understanding of whatever physics might be involved. 

Then there’s touch. Touch is a big one that I engage with all the time, and that’s a large part of how I experience the world. I’m constantly touching things, as my almost-first way to greet a thing - not people obviously, but if there’s a interesting plant I’m often going to be touching it before I’ve fully registered all the visuals associated with it. (Yes, I think ahead enough to make sure I’m not touching anything poison.) It often feels like being able to touch makes my brain go - museums without a lot of touchable drive me crazy, because it feels like something isn’t being fulfilled. Give me interactables any day, and I’ll be happy. Feeling is as important as doing the touching - be it feeling changes in the weather or environment, physical input from my body in the form of soreness or strain, or touches in the form of affection. Like smell, it’s a sense that I enjoy a lot and that I’m constantly plugged into in some ways even before sight. 

Then there’s all those other senses - balance, temperature, orientation, all those things. None of them are things I think about enough to be part of my experience in a conscious way, but they’re naturally contributing in an everyday- background sort of way. 

None of this is earth-shattering, of course; it’s just something I like to think about, and of course a lighter topic as well. It’s one of those things where, someone’s experience of their own reality can be very different from someone else’s; it’s always interesting listening to how people I know experience these things, because often not only is it different from my own answer, it’s so alien I wouldn’t have even considered it. One’s sensory experience of the world is one of those things that’s so inherent to our existence that I think it’s hard to conceive of it any other way. 

So that’s me. Them’s my senses. I’m going to go to bed now, like I promised Hearthsnail. G’night.

[madisonthorndike]

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[a-flower-that-writes]

Kinktober 2017 Day 2 Aphrodisiac

Link was fairly bouncing in his seat as he took in the table, full of various foods. When Sidon had discovered that Link had not caught up too how foods had changed in the last hundred years, he declared he would gather a bunch together for Link too try from the different races. Less of the Goron only because neither of them could really bite through a rock.

Sidon was delighted to see how excited Link was, looking over the meals with delight. Many were Zora dishes though they had enough traders from the Hylian and Rito too include some of those as well. His grin faded slightly as he looked the table over, something was missing… “Oh! The drinks! I forgot to bring them! I have them chilling, I will return momentarily, feel free to try things in the meantime.” he said, knowing that Link’s stomach had been growling already.

Link beamed, signing that he would only try a little as he wanted too mostly wait for Sidon but he was starved. Sidon left him looking over the selections, trying to decide what he wanted to sample first! He settled on an odd little dish. Some sort of shellfish he thought, it looked like it was served in half a conch shell? At least he thought it was a conch shell, he’d never seen one like this before! Maybe it came from deep in the ocean? Picking one up, he touched his tongue too it. Huh, a little spicy?

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Sidon was pulling the bottles out of the chill waters, so very glad he could give Link such a gift. It was hard to think of things too give the Hylian that were unique but Sidon was determined to do so! He may not be courting him, yet a small voice whispered in the back of his mind, but that did not mean his gifts had to be sub par! One of the cooks approached him, seeing what he was doing and bending too help.

“How is your evening going, My Prince?” He asked happily, he had been one of the ones to help make all the dishes. It was so good too see their Prince courting someone, and what a worthy person it was! Link made their Prince very happy.

“Well! I forgot the drinks so I left Link to sample a few dishes while I fetched them” Sidon replied, reaching for the rope to pull in another row of drinks, untying and setting them in the basket. “I do hope he enjoys some of our fare.” he added

“Indeed! At the very least, you will have a lovely night with the conches. Please let me know should you need anything specific.” he said as they got the last one in the basket and stood up with a bright smile. “Good evening, Prince Sidon.” he said, giving a small bow of his head before leaving a very confused Sidon.

Conches? What about the conches? They were a spicy dish yes but Link enjoyed spicy foods! So what..? Sudden realization hit him like an oktorock. Oh no. They were a delicious spicy dish too Zora! They were something else to a Hylian! He turned, jogging swiftly back towards his quarters. Surely it would be fine! What were the chances of Link choosing that one specific thing out of all the other options?

He started running.

~~~

Link was hot, so very hot. It wasn’t just the spicy food, spicy food was one thing but it did not give the bone deep ache that this did. The heat wasn’t focused on his lips and tongue but rather much deeper and he knew exactly what was to blame. Whatever that conch meal was, it caused this and he didn’t know what to do. That was of course when Sidon came running in with a basket of bottles and a worried expression.

“Ah! My friend, I am glad too see you alright. You see I may have erred on one of the dishes and…” Sidon paused and the two stared at each other for one long silent moment. “Oh dear.” Link winced, scrunching up more in his seat as embarrassment flooded alongside the heat and avoided looking at the prince. “Oh! Do not-It is alright. My friend, the fault lies with me. I had forgotten that dish has a different effect on Hylians. We can fix this, do not fret” he promised as he set the bottles down and came over to kneel before the chair, reaching too take Link’s hand between both of his own and smiled encouragingly when Link looked up at him slowly. “I am here for you.” It was only after he said it that he realized how it sounded and was about to correct himself when he saw it. The hope that bloomed in Link’s eyes. The words died on his lips and he just waited with baited breath, not wanting too even move in case he disturbed that hope.

The fresh wave of heat that bloomed could not be pinned solely on the stupid conch that he had eaten but rather because of the words he just heard. Here for him? Was he really..? Did Sidon mean..? Eyes dropping to the Zora’s lips and back up, he licked his own and watched Sidon’s eyes track the movement. Shaky hands rose to sign ‘are you sure?’, not wanting to take something that was only given out of a need and not a want but the eager nodding soothed that worry. “I am very sure, this is not how I would have said anything but..” He gave a wry smile, slightly bashful before Link surged up to kiss him.

It was awkward at first, both in having to stretch to reach before Sidon leaned down and then there was the size differences. When he’d thought of it before, it hadn’t been the difficulties of kissing someone whose tongue could fill half his mouth. He liked it. A lot. More than he would have expected if told about it before then. Clutching the fins beside Sidon’s head, he groaned weakly as his thighs shook. He needed, so badly. It was a deep ache that had him squirming and shaking, slick between his legs already.

Sidon broke  the kiss and hooked large hands under his thighs too lit him up. “Come than, let me tend to you. I will soothe it for as long as you need me.” and if Link had free hands, he would have signed ‘forever?’ but they were busy stroking over red skin and pulling himself up just a little more for another kiss, nipping at Sidon’s lips and touching the sharp points of his teeth carefully with his tongue.

Between being placed on the bed and being naked was a heated blur, soothed only by Sidon’s touch on his overactive body. Soft drags of his claws down his neck and shoulders, broad strokes over his heaving chest and sides with a cool palm, kisses so light they almost tickled down his stomach. Link could tell the exact moment Sidon caught his scent because his eyes slitted in a way that sent a fresh wave of need through him and he could tell the difference now. The want between his and the conch. The conch was sharp, starting slow and burning hotter and hotter until he could barely stand it. His own want was slower, a simmering thing that curled and twisted around his heart. Fed by every reverent touch against his scars, every brush of lips against his skin for the sheer pleasure of being able to do so, every smile aimed his way from between his legs.

“Just relax” Sidon hummed, tongue sliding through the sweat at the crook of his hip and groaned openly against Link’s thigh. He knew that Link’s scent was appealing, had known ever since he had met him without the constant rain dulling the sweat and adrenaline that often followed Link through every meeting. Had only been assured of it after the Great Battle and Link could rest, smell less of strain and more of smiles and delight but he had never had this too sample before. It sat on the back of his tongue, thick and heady and good. His sense of smell was many times stronger than a hylians, stronger than even some of the other Zora and he’d never really given it a passing thought until now. Could he cum from this? From scent and taste alone? Perhaps. Most likely. Another lick, through dark blonde curls and Link sighed above him and oh..oh he could. He might. Every lick brought the scenttastefeel too him until he was blind by it.

Hands scrabbled against his head fins as he lifted and parted those strong thighs so they could not press against the sides of his head and hide away what he wantedneededletme. Link was so wet already, how long had it been since the conch had kicked in? How long since his own true want for him, for Sidon had caused him to squirm? He wasn’t even sure, lost in the act of searching out what brought for the best noises, the best squirms and bucks of hips, the neediest press against his face. He’d long since slipped from his slit and was glad he could hide it against the bedding, not wanting to frighten Link with it. Not when this was for him and not Sidon himself but he could not stop the slow rolling, rutting just a little bit as Link moaned feverishly upon on his tongue.

His tongue, how had he forgotten about his tongue? Of course it would be large! He’d felt it in his mouth and yet somehow he hadn’t pieced together what that meant until now. Until it could take a single stroke of that deliciously long tongue too cover nearly all of him. He cursed Sidon’s smooth skin for lack of anything too grab onto and felt like he would shake apart with it until Sidon let go of a leg for a moment to reach for him. Thumb against his palm, Link squeezed tightly. Lacing fingers was a little hard when one had webbing and he did not want to hurt him and this was good. Hand curled within Sidon’s, he felt grounded. Grounded enough to focus on how good that tongue felt. It squirmed everywhere, curling into every dip and fold until Link felt there must be a puddle under his hips. He tried to sign at him with his other hand but was sure it was a pointless endeavor.

Was it fast? Or did it only feel like his orgasm was approaching swiftly? How long had it been since Sidon had settled him on the Prince’s bed and settled himself down between his thighs? How long until every swipe of that tongue had reduced him too clutching at him and panting between sobbing breaths. He tapped at his, trying to signal that he couldn’twouldn’tpleasedontstop last and lost the rest of his breath in a harsh cry when the tip of his tongue sought out and pressed against his opening. Circle circle nudge and it was just enough to be felt, just enough to make him clench and he was lost, mouth open in  silent cry.

The tapping only made him redouble his efforts, lifting Link’s hips just a little so he could tease him with just a bit of pressure, a bit of a taste of what he could offer. He hadn’t asked if he was comfortable with it but by the way he reacted, Sidon was rather sure he’d made the right guess. He Watched his precious Link fall apart on his tongue, spill and shake and wanted to do it again even though it wasn’t even finished yet. Wanted too give him every single speck of pleasure that he deserved. He settled for bringing him down slowly, licks softening until they were barely there until the fine trembles stopped running through Link’s thighs. Only than did he sit up a little, still holding his hand and he knew that he looked smug but try as he might, he could not banish the grin on his face that only grew when Link grinned back.

The kiss was a little sloppy, Link and coordination having not quite found each other yet but it was good. Sidon brushed off the thanks with a laugh and a few pecking kisses. “I believe I might have gotten the best out of that.” he insisted with a nuzzle against Link’s neck, tasting where his pulse was still slowing down. “Do you need more?” trying and failing to keep the eager hope out of his voice.

Link pursed his lips slightly in thought, taking stock of himself and stroking a hand over his chest down to his stomach. Did he? Was the heat gone? Or merely banked for now? He thought gone, that sharp burn no longer present until he felt something against his ankle. Wet slick and hot. Shifting too look down, his mouth went so dry that his throat clicked. Oh...two. Eyes snapping back up too Sidon’s now bashful face, Link swallowed Sidon’s denials of needing anything with a hungry kiss that he only broke once he was straddling his broad chest.

‘I need you’ he signed, palms pressing against Sidon’s chest to keep himself upright and grinned eagerly at Sidon’s nodding. “Of course! Of course I am here for you, whatever you need, I...I confess I need you as well. My dear precious Link, thank you for your forgiveness. I truly had forgotten about the conch. I know I know, you say there is nothing to forgive but still! I offer it, and myself, freely. For as long as you’d like.” A bit formal but that was Sidon, always so...expansive. Expressive. Especially when Link signed ‘forever?’ down at him now that he was able too. “Oh! Oh..oh yes. Forever sounds lovely. We can discuss that more later, for now...come down here. I think you need more kisses.”

~~~~

If you like what I do, you can buy me a drink!

[littledonkeyburrito]

It’s tequila and beer so I shouldn’t be surprised

1. Do you prefer boys to shave down there? I prefer trimmed. I don’t want to feel like I’m fucking a well-endowed 12 year old but I also don’t want to be yanking all his hair out when I’m giving a handjob. Tbh it’s not a strong preference though. He can do what he wants.

2. Do you prefer liquid, mousse or powder foundation? Why? Powder because it feels less gross. I don’t generally wear any makeup though

3. How much does your mother know about your sex life (or lack thereof)? Mum knows a very small amount, but more than Dad knows. She knows I’ve dated two guys, at least.

4. Do you enjoy watching cooking shows? Not my scene

5. Do you worry about gaining weight? I don’t.

6. Have you ever used fake tan? No. In fact, I get a little weirded out when I have a real tan because my hands don’t look like my hands

7. How do you organize your make-up? There isn’t much. Doesn’t really need organising

8. Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move? No. Except maybe if I’m extremely drunk...

9. Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement? Apartment

10. What’s one event your town has that you don’t like to participate in? I don’t know all of Barcelona’s festivities. Brisbane has the Ekka which is fun. Things I don’t like to participate in would probably be sporting events like marathons and such.

11. Are any of your siblings married? What are their spouses’ names? No.

12. Does your father have any creepy or scary friends you don’t like? A couple of Dad’s friends are slightly seedy but just in a regular old white dude way, not in a legit creepy way. They’re all fairly nice.

13. Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? Yeah, Dad hates almost everything American.

14. What venue was the last real concert you went to at? Some showground in Madrid for a music festival.

15. Does your best friend and their mom have the same last name? Yes. Well, half. She has both parents’ last names.

16. What color is your cellphone? Black

17. Are you currently waiting for a phone call? From whom? Yes, I was supposed to get a call back from my health insurance company today. I’ll have to call them again tomorrow. At least I have a number to the english customer service line now.

18. Do you have any drugs in your bedroom? No

19. Is there a feature on your face that people compliment you on? Occasionally eyes I guess

20. What are your plans for the rest of the week? Figuring out how to get my luggage to weigh less than when I came to this country so I don’t have to pay extra baggage fees.

21. How many studded belts do you own? None.

22. Has your boyfriend/girlfriend ever had braces? Don’t have a partner.

23. What have you eaten today?

 Spicy rice soup, tabooleh, a mandarin, some chocolate

24. What’s your favorite thing to do? The thing that comes to mind is having dinner or drinks with my friends, possibly because I haven’t been able to do that for a year.

25. Did you wear a jacket today? Yes, I wore my coat when I went out

26. Have you kissed more than two people of the same sex? Yeah.

27. How many times have you had sex in one day? Twice 

28. Did you exercise at all today? Not on purpose

29. Would you ever move far away for a job opportunity? That’s the plan. Once I’m back in Australia I’m going to be applying for jobs in Spain and Central America in my field and if I get offered something with a liveable salary then I’ll move.

30. Are you too shy/embarrassed to tell people your middle name? No

31. If not, what is it? No bc internet

32. What day of the week is garbage day on your street? Three times every day.

33. What is something new you learned today? That my grocery store sells pigs ears, and that the drink “desperados” does not taste good (it’s tequila and beer so I shouldn’t be surprised)

34. Do you need a haircut? Yes

35. Can you say the alphabet backwards? If I try

36. When was the last time you ate popcorn? It’s been a while. I finally learned that popcorn is not worth the dry cracked lips and the kernel shells stuck in my teeth and gums for all eternity

37. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Cheap restaurants. The more expensive they get, the less I enjoy the atmosphere.

38. Is your name common? In Australia it is, but not in Spain.

39. Do you look older or younger than your actual age? Younger. I got asked ID the other day for the first time in like 6 months. And also a cab driver thought I was 16.

40. Were you ever a Pokemon fan? Yes

41. If you could get rid of one season, which one would you choose? Six

42. Have you ever performed in front of a large group? Yes

43. Are you hungry right now? No, I’ve eaten so much today

44. Have you ever had the chicken pox? My brother got the chicken pox during the school holidays with the whole fever, mild hallucinations, etc. So mum went and got me the vaccine (the last needle I was ever scared of bc in the end it wasn’t so bad). Then I got the spots start to show up and school had just started again so I got 4 days off school. We later found out that because of the needle I wasn’t contagious at all. I never had a fever or illness at all, just the itchy spots. My brother was pissed. 44. How often do you do laundry? About once a week.

45. Do you know anyone who snores? Both my parents, the last guy I slept with, this one guy I was friends with in school. Nobody else immediately comes to mind. 46. Would you make a good movie critic? No, I’m too nice. 47. What goal are you aiming for this year? Pay off debt and start saving again so I get the fuck out of Brisbane again within a year or two. 48. What’s the farthest you’ve walked? In one day? I think about 25-30km 49. What does your favorite shirt look like? I think my current fave would be my dark red tshirt with little white birds on it. I also like my denim button-up and my netflix tshirt 50. What made you feel most accomplished in you’re life so far? Being able to earn enough money in a job that I love to be able to move to Europe for a year after learning a whole new language. 51. What can’t you afford but wish you could? I can’t afford to stay in Spain :(

Last 10 people in your Facebook messages inbox: (I’m excluding group chats)

1.       Joh

2.       Me (had to write a number while on the phone and didn’t have a pen)

3.       Kym

4.       Emily

5.       Bronwyn

6.       Dad

7.       Aman

8.       Pegler

9.       Leisa

10.     Brenda

1. How long have you known 1? 4 years

2. When did you meet 2? At birth

3. When was the last time you saw 3? Yesterday

4. Have you and 4 ever gotten into trouble together before? No

5. How old is 5? 47

6. Have you ever taken a shower at 6’s house? Many, because I grew up in that house

7. Have you ever taken a dump at 7’s house? Lol, no.

8. Have you ever thought about going out with 8? No

9. What about 9? She’s my auntie

10. Would you ever go out with 10 or ask 10 out? No, she’s my dad’s friend

11. What’s the best memory you have had with 1? Too many to choose just one

12. What’s 2′s lastname? yeah nah

13. Would you ever take a bullet for 3? Probs not, soz

14. What would you do if 4 died? I'd be sad

15. What would you do if you found out 5 killed someone that you were related to? That would be horrible since we’re related to the same people

16. Would you take care of 6 if they were sick? Yes

17. Would you kill 7 if it was the only way for your other friends to survive? Yeah... if it was the only way then I would

18. Has 8 ever cooked for you? We lived together for 3 years but I don’t think so..? Maybe we occasionally offered each other leftovers but we never specifically cooked for each other

19. How many times have you and 9 fought? Never in my memory

20. Have you and 10 ever cried together? No

21. Have you and 1 ever kissed? Lol yes every time we get drunk together

22. Do you ever dream of 2? Almost always

23. Is 3 a boy? No.

24. Does 4 have any kids? No

25. Do you want to marry 5? I do not want to marry my aunt 26. How did you meet 1? At an event we were both at and then we ran in the same circles 

27. What was your first impression of 2? I do not remember when I became self-aware 28. Would you ever date 3? No. She is my dad’s married friend with 3 kids 29. Are 4 and 5 friends? They have never met

30. Who is 6 going out with? Sharon, who he lives with 31. Is 7 a boy or girl? I feel weird calling him a “boy” because I used to sleep with him. He is a man. Aman, a man. A man called Aman. 32. What would you think if 8 became your stepbrother/sister? I don’t think either of his parents are a suitable match for my parents but he’d be a kickass brother 33. Is #9 a dork? No, not really

34. What is a random fact about #10? She’s Irish 35. Who does #1 have a crush on? Probably his boyfriend 36. Does #2 have any stalkers? No, I don’t 37. If #3 said they were in love with you, what would you say? It would be very inappropriate and I would say that it makes me uncomfortable.

38. Is #4 hott? I’m sure her husband thinks so. She is pretty though. 39. Who is #5 best friends with? idk 40. Does #6 have good fashion sense? Not especially, but if he tried to dress young he’d look worse. What he wears works for him. 41. Is #7 single? I think so. If he’s not then I’d wonder why he’s messaging me and saying he wants to meet up when I’m back. 42. Would #8 and #9 make a cute couple? God no

[creativeashproductions]

Parallels

Summary: Y/N Winchester and her cousins Dean and Sam have been taken into New York to end a nasty monster. They bring the attention of the Avengers, specifically Bucky, with their behaviour. How will each team react to each other?

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Avengers.

Words: 4069

Warnings: Blood, swearing, mad Steve.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: Potential second part if wanted.

Masterlist

You rush into the gym scanning for Sam, he had come to the gym while they were there for the week because the cold winter was colder than he originally suspected. On the other hand the monster could be using this gym also. Instead you ram into someone in you're frantically searching eyes, they were quickly adjusting from the dark outdoors.

"Shit! Sorry!" You rushed you're words not paying attention to whoever you had bumped into.

"It's okay. Are you alright?" The deep voice gave you an indication that it was in fact a man that you bumped into.

"Yeah-SAM!" You screeched running to the younger Winchester you had worked with for years now. His head snapped up in worry, his inquisitive eyes glancing down to you oddly wet looking spot on the left side of your shirt.

Striding over noticing the other man beside Y/N. His eyebrow raised noticing the man looking nervous and concerned at the same time. By the nearly unnoticeable wet spot he had a feeling their monster had struck her. He couldn't flat out ask with civilians around.

"Hey what's wrong?" Sam questioned placing his hands on her arms.

"The pipe burst and I couldn't get a hold of the plumber!" You frantically said glancing over at the stranger.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows finding it strange that the woman had came to the gym instead of calling, it felt a weird taste in his mouth at the anger in the tall man's eye and the slight fear the woman had. He had a suspicion that the female was being abused.

"Shit. The plumber didn't answer. How bad?" Sam questioned.

"Really bad.”

"I know someone that could help with that." Bucky cut into their conversation.

"We have it handled." She snapped in her concern.

"Y/N!" Sam snapped at her, "I'm sorry. My cousin and I have been having some troubles with the house we're renting. It's placed some pressure on her shoulders.”

Bucky nodded earning an apologetic expression from Y/N but he did see that the interaction between the cousins was off and almost rehearsed in the expressions and words. Sam couldn't seem to get a read on the man, his eyes held only rich emotions that the Winchesters had felt their entire life. In that moment Sam took a minute to realize how this man was the only one up at 3 am.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Dean!" Y/N screeched as the gruff hunter walked in holding a gun up. Bucky's eyes widened before he quickly regained his composure. Something was very wrong with these people, and he wanted to figure them out. He would need help because he couldn't tell if they were Hydra or not.

"Look man. I'm just a guy that couldn't sleep, I decided to work it out." Bucky replied his arms in the air. His body tilted just a smidge to left, his arm still wasn’t something he was fond of.

The Winchesters all noticed the movement with suspicion that fuelled Dean's finger to twitch towards the trigger. He decided against it with the security cameras and Y/N heated stare poring into the side of his head. With the slight distraction Bucky struck out slamming his foot into Sam's face with enough strength to knock him out. Sweeping his leg out he caught Y/N sending her to the ground with a thump. The last remaining Winchester barely had time to pull the trigger before he was shoved up high on the wall and a knife pressed to his throat. He heard the bullet ricochet before he saw it.

"Who the fuck are you?" Bucky growled into the mans face.

"Let him go!" Y/N screamed throwing a dumbbell at his head. Bucky felt it smack his head with force before he turned his attention to you, "What the fuck?”

"Shouldn’t have done that doll." Bucky stated before he literally threw Dean across the room with a smack. Y/N had never seen something like this before, only the supernatural had the strength needed to do that, "You just can't let it go.”

"Let what go?" Y/N whispered backing up further into the room.

"ME." Bucky screamed grasping her by the throat. Her hand wrapped around the hardness covered by a long sleeve and felt the strange texture.

"I don't know…w-what you're talking about." Y/N gasped seeing black invade her vision, "We can talk civilized can we not?”

Bucky snarled dropping her to the ground when he heard rather than saw his best friend storm in wearing his uniform. His date standing nearby with a gun aimed at the larger man out cold on the ground. Sharon and Steve shared a look as they both walked in enough to kick the weapons that had dropped. Sharon raised an eyebrow at the detailed gun with a gleaming silver finish and white grip.

"Seriously Buck?" Steve rubbed his face, "You have to stop this.”

"He pointed a gun at me!" Bucky exclaimed roughly motioning to the man across the room.

"What about her?" Sharon asked pointing her gun into the females face.

"Agent Y/N Ford." Y/N said reaching into her pocket and swiftly flipping open the ID, "My partners and I are currently undercover for a classified case. I can't go into details about the matter. Can I ask what you're names are and why you're holding a federal agent at gunpoint?”

"Why the hell would three of you be needed?" Sharon questioned.

"Ah. The boys refuse to work without each other, they grew up across the street from each other, and I have the most knowledge on the case. Also I'm still fairly new at his."

"Sammy?" The gravely voice came out weak from the shorter man.

"Shut up." Sam groaned sitting up. He noticed the added people in the room and climbed to his feet, "Dean. We have more people here.”

"Agents. It seems we've got a problem. A bunch of hoodlums decided to nearly put our covers at risk. I can't believe he got you both." Y/N sighed at her 'co-workers' feeling the glare from Dean intensely.

The others stared at the three before the man in the uniform spoke up with conviction, "Okay. I'm sorry but we're going to have to take you in.”

"You want to take in three federal agents? Are you trying to fuck you're life up?" Y/N asked. Sharon smirked at her reply before she herself spoke up.

"Sweetie. I'm a CIA Agent. These two are Avengers. I'm pretty sure we know fakes when we see them. Please don't make me call in-" Cutting herself off she threw three little disk onto them seeing them drop to the ground, "Well I'll have to thank Black Widow for that."

♧ ♢ ♡ ♤

The team assembled in the board room with different emotions given the time it was. Each Avenger was concerned and angry with the lose of sleep on the time they were promised off. Bucky and Steve stood in the front of the room as if they were at attention in the war still. Tony collapsed into a chair first groaning at the headache he already had from the excess alcohol with Rhodey earlier.

"Okay what's going on?" Clint asked leaning forward.

"We have potential Hydra agents in the cell." Bucky stated not looking at the owner of the building.

"Excuse me?" Tony grunted straigthening up, "How did they end up in the cell? Are you two cooking up a plan?”

"Oh that's rich coming from you." Steve muttered ignoring the warning look he received from Natasha, "Buck why don't you explain.”

"I was working at the gym and I came across a confrontation between a male and female claiming to be cousins. They were using phrases and gestures that were too rehearsed to be true. Soon I had another man point a gun at me.”

"You went all nuts again didn't you." Tony stated staring the man down. They didn't notice Steve leave the room with the nod from Nat.

Before anyone could blink three casually dressed people were shoved into chairs roughly. Each sporting an extremely annoyed expression and specially designed cuffs on their hands. All three knew that there was no way they pick them, they were far too advanced for them to figure out. Not to mention they had a group of people stop talking to stare at them all equally annoyed.

"They don't look tough enough." Tony stated climbing to his feet. Bucky raised his hand and for once Tony let him speak.

"Are you from Hydra?" He questioned.

"What the hell is a Hydra?" Dean burst out, "I'll have you know we'll be contacting our superior over this! Who the hell are you freaks?”

A sharp inhale was heard from the quiet brunette at the end of the table. With shame she picked through their heads carefully seeing the truth behind their statement, with respect she only went over the necessary as Sharon brought up a visual.

There on the screen was the mugshots that Charlie had erased for them years ago. The trio stared freaking out internally at the sight. Each Avenger climbed to their feet in caution.

"Not Hydra." Sharon muttered watching their body language, "Definitely not federal agents. They aren't in the system and the last name she gave us is a dud for a female.”

"Who are you?" Sam questioned looking at each of them.

"Avengers." The accent of the silent brunette said, "We save the world from people set against destroying it. I am Wanda."

"Well hello sweetheart." Dean smirked at the female noticing the beauty she held.

Y/N slammed her foot against his leg earning a groan from the man and earning the slight respect from Wanda and Sharon. They noticed quickly that the trio were trained heavily but not by anyone from the government. They weren't enhanced either but Wanda could feel almost a shadow of darkness around each of them. Almost as if feeling her powers the trio looked at her with disgust.

"Looks like we got ourselves a witch." Dean grumbled, "Damn shame.”

Guns cocked as they stared into dozens pointed at their faces. The only unarmed one was Wanda but she had something far more dangerous. A red mist shifted around her fingers. Something the hunters had never seen before in their line of work.

"I'll only ask one more time." Bucky growled getting into their faces, "Who the hell are you?”

"Y/N Winchester. These are my cousins Sam and Dean Winchester." Y/N caved knowing they weren't getting out of this one even with Castiel.

"Y/N! You idiot." Dean hissed at her, "Might as well tell them that we protect them!”

"How?" Nat slammed her hands down on the table allowing her cleavage to cloud the green eyed mans mind. She saw his Adam's apple bob before licking his lips, "We save you from Hydra. A formerly secret organization within the Nazi party of World War 2. How do you think you protect us?”

"We're hunters." The tallest Winchester spoke up, "We hunt the things that go bump in the night. Every monster you can think of we've killed at least once.”

"You haven't." Bucky said walking up next to Nat, "You haven't killed me.”

"What are you." Y/N softly asked not believing the man in front of her.

"A monster." Bucky snarled pulling his glove off and his sleeve up showcasing the relic he had from his Hydra days, "You're saying a bunch of bullshit. Wanda search their minds.”

“Buck-"

"No, go right ahead Spandex." Dean glared over at the man in the ridiculous red, white, and blue uniform. With some oversized Frisbee on his back.

Within seconds of speaking Wanda let her hands flow up and guide the red mist to the trios heads watching their eyes light up red as she went through each and every memory they had. She was astounded to see the amount of pain each Winchester held in their heart and the monsters that roamed around until others like them got to her. The one that surprised her the most, including the Angels, was the start of Apocalypse. How had the Avengers never noticed that? In shock she collapsed into her chair.

"Wanda are you okay?" A voice asked from the doorway. The Winchesters spun to see a red man wearing regular clothing and a weird gem in the middle of his forehead. It was obvious he wasn't a human.

"I am fine." Wanda replied, "They are telling the truth. Beasts roam around us and they don't know about anything that has happened with us.”

"I guess we have a lot to learn from each other." Steve said, "I'm Steve Rogers. Most people know me as Captain America. These are the rest of my teammates. Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton and Vision.”

"Sam Wilson is currently with his family at this moment in time." Nat said rolling her eyes.

Right after each member stated their part of the Avengers earning some jealousy and respect from Dean. They were what he had once seen his Dad as when he was a little kid and was told the story of Steve Rogers. He had always thought it was some stupid story John would use to get him to fall asleep. Mary would lean against the wall smiling before putting her two cents into the story also. The night Mary burnt on the ceiling was the last time he ever head and thought of Captain America.

♧ ♢ ♡ ♤

The Winchesters had been invited to stay in the tower with the team in apology for they way they were brought in. The rooms they had been shown were lavish enough that it was too uncomfortable to be in there long. They had decided a seedy motel was more their style to the disgust of Tony.

The Winchesters had gotten an attached room as they usually did so they had more space and beds. Plus the door was always left open for safety reasons but would close when Dean brought a lady to room. They didn’t expect to be here long anyway, they just had to gank the demon and get out of town.

“Beer?” Dean questioned as Y/N began to put her jacket on.

“Anything else?” Y/N asked raising one of her eyebrows, “Might as well say while I’m in a good mood.”

“I’ll come.” Sam said climbing to his full height, “Might as well stretch my legs.”

Y/N chuckled zipping up the lightweight dark jacket before lifting the french braid out of the back of it. Fall had hit with an unforgiving chill in the last week with leaves falling on the ground. It was her favourite time of the year with the colours and the nice weather.

Both leaving the room Dean stretched out of the bed turning the tv on to watch a show to pass the time. He didn’t feel like ‘researching’ and it wasn’t the right time to get to a bar. He was itching to find the demon and kill it. He was restless when they had nothing to do for a couple of days.

In a store Y/N had managed a snag some medical supplies they were running low on while Sam had collected some waters. The water that ran out of the motel tap wasn’t clear making it hesitating to drink it. Y/N had decided it would be smart just to grab bottles instead. They two had snuck around the store when they noticed Steve picking out some groceries.

“We done?” Y/N whispered peaking around the corner as Steve went into the produce area. Sam hummed nodding as they stood at the check out patiently waiting for the teen to ring their stuff through. The female couldn't be any older than sixteen and was definitely loving the man in front of her.

“Anything else…Mr. Jenkins?” The teen bit her lip as she made eyes at Sam. Sam shifted under the stare as Y/N chuckled.

“We’re fine.” Y/N answered folding her arms as she turned her attention from the magazines. The teen frowned blushing at the older woman in front of her.

“Jenkins?” Steve’s familiar voices questioned confused.

“Oh. Rogers.” Y/N smiled shifting on her feet as the card was approved and shoved into Sam’s wallet, “How are you?”


 “I thought your last-“

“We better go, Dean’s waiting to head out for food.” Y/N grinned grabbing the bag from the checkout and rushing Sam out with her, “It was nice to meet you!”

The Impala was pulling out of the parking lot when Steve got outside frowning at the lies the Winchesters had given the teen.

*Two Weeks Later*

“Dean! Shit.” Y/N growled watching as the eldest Winchester was thrown against he wall by the monster. They had discovered only recently that the demon was in fact a witch that had hidden herself.

The fight was messy with Dean unconscious against a far wall while Sam was already struggling to get to his feet. The gun had been thrown from his hands and quickly acquired by the witch running a finger on it. She was a pretty thing for sure but she was very hard to kill.

“My, my. What a pretty toy you have.” The witch’s prefect red lips pulled back in a snarl, “It’s not really my style but why not?”

The bullet was sent into the shoulder of Y/N resulting in a screech as she fell into a heap. The pain was intense as she felt the witch’s power follow the bullet inside to shift the bullet around. She barely noticed when Sam was knocked out next into a heap too.

“I could have a lot of fun with you.” The witch grinned.

“Go to hell.” Y/N returned. She felt relief when the witch quit with the bullet.

She rushed the witch at a high speed before she released a blood curdling scream as pain flowed into her body. All she could see was red around her as they pain intensified and was too strong to even pass out from. The screams worsened when she felt something sharp rip her from shoulder to shoulder on the front of her body.

The sound aroused both the male hunters in the room as they watched in horror as Y/N was ripped open in front of them. Sam would admit he gagged at the sight as the witch had managed to cause pain with her power and manually with a knife.

“Go to hell.” Dean grunted as he shot in the forehead with his gun.

“Hey, Y/N you’re okay. She’s dead.” Sam soothed the still screaming and heavily bleeding girl.

“Avengers.” Y/N choked out sobbing at the great pain.

“No!”

“Dean! They’re closer than any hospital! They could stabilize her! They have to have a med bay.” Sam snapped lifting the female into his arms.

“Fine!” Dean snapped, “Just hurry.”

With a blood slicked hand Sam pressed in the phone number the Avengers had given them when they had left the Tower. He swallowed hard seeing how much blood was coating both Y/N and him. The phone rang a few times before it was answered.

“Hello?”

“We need help.” Sam shakily said keeping the phone in the crook his neck. His hands were occupied pressing his jacket on the long, deep gash, “We’re injured, too bad to make it to the hospital.”

“How bad?”  Steve questioned motioning towards the team, they came into the kitchen from the common room.

“It’s really bad.”

“Okay. How far out?”

“Here.”

In a quick steps Sam and Dean had managed to rush onto the med wing from the help of the AI machine. The team was shocked at the sight of the Winchesters coated in blood and injuries. Dean had arm held by his other against his midsection, it was obviously dislocated and each had a mess of cuts and bruises already. The worst of the unconscious female in Sam’s arms.

“What the hell?” Bucky questioned as the female was deposited on the bed in the medical wing.

He paled when the jacket was removed to show a gash deep enough to show muscle and red went from her face to her lower stomach. In just a few seconds Helen Cho and her team were flying at the room at high speeds. A nurse came to help Dean would was shoved aside with a glare.

“I got it.”

“Sir! You’re shoulder is dis-“

“I know. It’s not the first time.” Dean growled stepping backwards while the team moved further back.

“The Cradle is the only chance.” Helen announced pressing gauze to the severe cut, “What caused this?”

“A knife.” Sam said staring at his red hands, “Jesus.”

Soon the brothers were in the debriefing room where everyone was sitting as Steve stood at the head of the table. His arms were crossed as he stared at Sam wrenching Dean’s arm back into his rightful place.

“Explain now.”

“We’ve been researching the monster that brought us to the city. We thought demon and were definitely not prepared to see a witch instead. She had it out for us since we killed her small coven a couple years ago.” Sam answered looking at Steve, “It was a fight that within half an hour had Dean out against and a wall.”

“Hey! You were out too!” Dean snapped at his younger brother, “Y/N agonized screamed woke us back and we saw the witch dragging a knife slowly in her chest while her power tortured her.”

“It was almost too late when I put a bullet in her head.”

“Witches.” Steve stated staring at them.

“Maybe an enhanced?” Wanda said looking at her fingers.

“No. She gained her magic from a demon.” Sam corrected her.

“Okay.” Steve raised on of his eyebrows, “What about the grocery store? You paid with a card that wasn't yours.”

“The salary of a hunter ain’t good. We gank monsters and don’t receive shit. We gotta live somehow.”

“FRAUD?!” Steve roared, “That’s illegal!”

“We are aware.” Dean growled, “You kill humans and we kill monsters. In this room we may be the better people.

♧ ♢ ♡ ♤

"Are you sure you want to stay?" Dean asked his cousin as Sam shook hands with the Avengers. The group had stayed the last month waiting for Y/N to get back on her feet.

"Yeah." Y/N nodded, "For now anyway. I need time from that witch. I think a break would be a good thing for me. Besides these people should learn some more about our enemies.”

"Only if you're sure." Dean sighed.

"I'll call. Just give me some time." Y/N whispered up at the cousin she considered a brother, "I won't get into trouble.”

"You're a Winchester. Trouble always finds us." Sam said walking up to his family, "I'll miss you Squirt.”

"I'll miss you too." Y/N hugged him, "Six months is all I'm asking for.”

"Fine but don't you go become an Avenger on us." Dean smirked at her before slinging his arms around her for a quick hug, "Put us on speed dial and we'll come running.”

Y/N nodded  watching her boys watch towards the elevator and hopefully not out of her life forever. She had been training to be a hunter since her Aunt Mary had died and finally become a full one when her Uncle took her out when she was ten. She wanted to see how normal life could be with a group of people that served a similar purpose. Not to mention the tall, dark and handsome man that she had taken to bed a week ago. Bucky had talent for sure and she couldn't wait to see what else he knew.

"It's not too late." Bucky said wrapping his metal arm around her. Pressing his lips to the side of her head, and feeling his heart ache at the thought of her leaving.

"I know. The thing is, we Winchesters had a habit of finding each other again whether we want to or not. I won't be able to get out of the hunting life and when it comes knocking. I'll be ready."

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[theconservativebrief]

When I finally puked on the fourth night, I felt an odd sense of pride.

Inside the loud, stuffy ceremony room, people were laughing, crying, chanting, gyrating, and, yes, vomiting, around me. When my time finally comes, I think: Just aim for the bucket and keep your ass above your head like the shaman told you.

I try to wipe my face but can’t grab the tissue paper because it melts every time I reach for it. Nearby, a man starts to scream. I can’t make out what he’s saying on account of the shaman singing beautiful Colombian songs in the other room.

I finish vomiting and start crying and laughing and smiling all at once. Something has been lifted in this “purge,” something dark and deep I was carrying around for years. Relief washes over me, and I slowly make my way back to my mattress on the floor.

For four consecutive nights, a group of 78 of us here at a retreat center in Costa Rica have been drinking a foul-tasting, molasses-like tea containing ayahuasca, a plant concoction that contains the natural hallucinogen known as DMT.

We’re part of a wave of Westerners seeking out ayahuasca as a tool for psychological healing, personal growth, or expanding consciousness.

I flew to Costa Rica hoping to explode my ego. And I was not prepared for what happened. Ayahuasca turned my life upside down, dissolving the wall between my self and the world. I also stared into what I can only describe as the world’s most honest mirror. It was a Clockwork Orange-like horror show, and it was impossible to look away. But I saw what I needed to see when I was ready to see it.

Ayahuasca exposes the gap between who you think you are and who you actually are. In my case, the gap was immense, and the pain of seeing it for the first time was practically unbearable.

Ayahuasca remains a fringe psychological medicine, but it’s slowly working its way into the mainstream. Until fairly recently, you had to travel to South America if you wanted to experiment with the plant, but now ayahuasca ceremonies are popping up in the United States and Europe.

Indigenous people in countries like Colombia and Peru have been brewing the concoction for thousands of years, mostly for religious or spiritual purposes. It’s considered a medicine, a way to heal internal wounds and reconnect with nature.

It wasn’t until 1908 that Western scientists acknowledged its existence; British botanist Richard Spruce was the first to study it and write about the “purging” it invokes. He was mainly interested in classifying the vines and leaves that made up the magic brew, and in understanding its role in Amazonian culture.

Ayahuasca emerged again in the early 1960s with the counterculture movement. Beat writers like William Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, and Jack Kerouac all described their experiences with ayahuasca, most famously in Burroughs’s book The Yage Letters. Scientist-hippies like Terence McKenna and Timothy Leary then went to South America to research and experience the drug firsthand. All of this helped bring ayahuasca into Western culture, but it was never truly popularized.

Today, the tea is having a bit of a moment.

Celebrities like Lindsay Lohan, Sting, and Chelsea Handler have spoken about their experiences with it. “I had all these beautiful images of my childhood and me and my sister laughing on a kayak, and all these beautiful things with me and my sister,” Handler told the New York Post after her first ayahuasca trip. “It was very much about opening my mind to loving my sister, and not being so hard on her.”

Handler’s experience appears to be common. The scientific evidence on ayahuasca is limited, but it is known to activate repressed memories in ways that allow people to come to a new understanding of their past. In some cases, it helps people work through memories of traumatic events, which is why neuroscientists are beginning to study ayahuasca as a treatment for depression and PTSD. (There are physical and psychological risks to taking it as well — it can interfere with medication and exacerbate existing psychiatric conditions.)

My interest in ayahuasca was specific: I wanted to cut through the illusion of selfhood. Psychedelics have a way of tearing down our emotional barriers. You feel plugged into something bigger than yourself, and — for a moment, at least — the sensation of separation melts away.

Buddhists, cognitive scientists, and philosophers have all made persuasive arguments that there is nothing like a “fixed self,” no thinker behind our thoughts, no doer behind our deeds. There is only consciousness and immediate experience; everything else is the result of the mind projecting into the past or the future.

But this is a difficult truth to grasp in everyday life. Because you’re conscious, because it’s like something to be you, it’s very easy to believe that a wall exists between your mind and the world. If you’re experiencing something, then there must be a “you” doing the experiencing. But the “you” in this case is just an abstraction; it’s in your mind, not out there in the world.

One way to escape this trap, I hope, is to get the hell out of my head

I spent about five years as a philosophy graduate student and another few as a teacher. I understood these arguments in intellectual terms but not in experiential terms. I’ve tried meditating, and I’m terrible at it. My mind is a parade of discordant thoughts, and as a result, I’m rarely present — in conversations, during meditation, in daily life.

One way to escape this trap, I hope, is to get the hell out of my head.

There are many ways to reach the truth of non-selfhood. Think of it as a mountain peak, with meditators and certain spiritual traditions ascending different sides. Psychedelic drugs offer a kind of shortcut; you get a glimpse of this higher truth without all those years of serious, disciplined practice.

That shortcut is what I was after.

The approach at this retreat center, called Rythmia, is all-encompassing. During the day they pamper you with all the luxuries of a wellness retreat — massages, volcanic mud baths, organic food, yoga classes, colonic cleanses. Then at night, you drink ayahuasca and put yourself through emotional and physical hell.

One of the first things I was told is that I had to enter the ayahuasca ceremony with a clear goal or question in mind: What do you want to learn about yourself?

The trained facilitators who led the ceremonies recommend that you begin with a simple request: Show me who I’ve become.

The question implies that at some point you lost yourself, that when you were a child, your soul was pure, open, uncorrupted by culture. As you enter society, you lose that childlike love for the world. You start to judge yourself by external standards. You compare yourself to friends, neighbors, and peers. You develop an ego, an identity, and your well-being becomes bound up with these constructs.

Do I really want to see what I’ve become? I’m pretty sure I won’t like the answer.

There’s nothing new about these ideas, but they strike me as true all the same. So I decide to focus on self-discovery.

It’s now 5:15 pm, and the first ceremony starts in 15 minutes. I’m terrified. “Do I really want to see what I’ve become?” I keep asking. I’m pretty sure I won’t like the answer — almost no one does, it seems.

The doors open, and all 78 of us here for this week-long session pour into the ceremony room, called the “flight deck.” The room is big, divided into three sections, and there are two bathrooms on each side. It’s dimly lit, and mattresses are lined up on the floor against the walls. The beds are only a few inches apart. At the foot of each mattress is a roll of toilet paper and a blue or red bucket.

I pounce on the first mattress I see; it’s near the door and just a few feet from the bathroom. I feel safe here. To my right is Chad, a photographer from Ontario who looks as nervous as I am but somehow seems more prepared for this. To my left is a giant window that opens to a view of the courtyard.

The stuff is nasty, like a cup of motor oil diluted with a splash of water

There’s a nervous collective energy. Almost everyone here is doing ayahuasca for the first time, and we’re all scared shitless. They announce the first call to drink, and I make my way to the front of the line. One by one, we take our cups, silently reflect on the intention for the evening, and then drink.

It’s my turn to drink. The stuff is nasty, like a cup of motor oil diluted with a splash of water. I throw it back like a shot of cheap bourbon.

We’re instructed to sit up and lean against the wall after the first cup. The tea takes at least 30 minutes to work its way through the body. I sit quietly for 45 minutes, maybe an hour, and then I lie down on my mattress and wait.

Nothing happens. I feel a little dizzy but nothing overwhelming. I go outside, walk around a bit, feel my feet in the grass. Then they announce a call for the second drink. I remember the mantra here: “Drink, don’t think.” If you can hear the call, if you can move your body, you drink. So I awkwardly drag myself out of bed and head to the front for a second cup.

About 30 minutes pass, and I start to feel … strange. I can see colors, shapes, and shifting shadows on the wall. I’m nervous that something is about to happen, so I go outside and gather myself. I settle in one of the hammocks and stare at the stars.

Suddenly the stars start to spin in a clockwise direction. Then a little faster. Then, for reasons that escape me, I start yelling at the moon, saying over and over again, “Is there anyone up there? Is each other all we have?” (Don’t ask me why I did this.)

So it goes, for what feels like an hour or two. I keep hurling those two questions at the heavens but get no answers, no insights, just silence and spinning.

I walk back inside and collapse in my bed. For the rest of the night, I see sporadic visions of geometric figures, a few flashes of light, but that’s about it. Then one of the assistants starts to ring a gentle bell.

It’s 2 am, and it’s time to close the ceremony.

The next day I realize why I had no great revelations on the first night. I couldn’t let go. I thought I was prepared for the trip, but anxiety got the better of me. As soon as I thought something — anything — was about to happen, I tried to think myself out of the experience.

Tonight will be different. I’m going to stay in the moment, stay with my breath, and see what happens.

The facilitator is Brad, a kind, aggressively tanned guy from Indianapolis who was trained in ayahuasca by a tribe in Peru. The facilitators play an important role each night, even though there isn’t much one-on-one interaction. They set the tone, guide the ceremony, explain where the medicine came from and how it works, and they assist the people who need it throughout the night.

Brad tells us to let go and give in. “Don’t fight the medicine,” he says. “Just listen.”

It’s cooler tonight, but there’s a warm breeze rolling through the room. Most of the people around me are scribbling last-minute notes in their journals; others are sitting stoically waiting for the first call.

I take my first drink around 7:30 pm, though I can’t know for sure because phones and electronics are shut down as soon as you enter the flight deck. My intention is the same as it was the first night: Show me who I’ve become.

I can tell quickly that this will be different. It’s 30 or 40 minutes after the first drink, and already my senses are overwhelmed. Every time I open my eyes, the space around me starts to fold, kind of like what Einstein describes in his theory of relativity. But it also looks like a tightly woven spider web, and when I move my hand it starts to bend.

Before I know it, they make the call for a second drink. “Don’t think, drink,” I keep telling myself. So I stumble to the front and drink another cup. Then things get weird.

All of a sudden, Andrea has 40 or 50 yellow snakes gushing out of her mouth and into mine

I roll onto my right side and see Andrea, a woman from Toronto, struggling to vomit. Brad, the facilitator, had said the Peruvian and Columbian tribes that use ayahuasca see purging — vomiting, diarrhea, crying, laughing, and yawning — as a vital part of the healing the drug brings. When you purge, you’re expelling all the nastiness — the stress, the anxieties, the fears, the regrets, the hatred, the self-loathing.

All of a sudden, Andrea has 40 or 50 yellow snakes gushing out of her mouth and into mine. And then I’m immediately racked with the worst nausea I’ve ever experienced. First I curl up in the fetal position and then I spring onto all fours and try to puke. But I can’t get it out. I stay on my knees for another five or 10 minutes waiting for something to happen. Nothing.

Then I lie back down, roll onto my left shoulder, and am flooded with a resounding message for the rest of the night: It’s not about you! Andrea’s pain and suffering — the snakes — had passed into me, and that was the whole point.

For the rest of the night, maybe another three hours or so, I lie there thinking about how selfish I often am, and about the symbolism of the snakes. The feeling was so powerful that I started to cry. (Side note: People cry a lot on ayahuasca.)

The next day, Andrea tells me that she never managed to purge but that her nausea suddenly disappeared, after which she drifted into a peaceful half-sleep. I don’t know if that occurred around the time I saw those snakes, but the thought of it kept me up that night.

I’m not bothered by the thought of taking on her pain; it’s the whole wild scene — the snakes, the nausea, the visions. I can’t explain any of it, and yet it was the most authentic experience of my life.

I’m halfway through this thing, and so far it’s not at all what I expected. I still haven’t had to confront my past in the way I anticipated I would.

The third ceremony is led by two women. The facilitator is Abby, a young, quietly authoritative woman from Cincinnati who’s assisted by Kat from Montana. Both trained in Peru.

Abby begins by telling us that tonight is about the feminine spirit. “It’s a celebration of creation,” she says, “of birth and renewal.” The idea is calming.

I strike up a conversation with the guy next to me. His name is Brad and he’s another Canadian, a publisher from Toronto. This is his second trip to Rythmia, and he tells me that he plans to sell his business after this. “My whole identity is tied up in that,” he says, and “I don’t want that anymore.”

Before I can respond, there’s the first call to drink. The brew is thicker tonight, and it tastes like wax and vinegar. It hits hard and fast. I am hallucinating within 20 or 30 minutes.

I see myself floating in my mother’s womb, suspended in fluids and flesh. And then I see her life — it’s not quite like a movie; it’s more like a series of flashing visions that are just clear enough to resonate. I see her pain, her confusion. I see how hard it was for her to have me at 20 years old, and how little I’d thought about that.

I see her and my father, in a college apartment, wondering what the hell they’re going to do next. I realize how fucking terrified I would have been in that spot at that age. A wave of compassion washes over me; whatever resentments I was holding on to drop away.

Then the call for a second drink comes. I drink, walk outside, and then go right back to bed.

The scene shifts and I’m floating in what I assume is a kind of primordial soup. I think I’m a vibrating particle now, and string theory suddenly makes sense in a way I can’t explain.

Abby starts to sing songs called icaros, which are performed in ayahuasca ceremonies throughout the Amazon. I sink deeper into a trance. My mind is speeding, and my body is frozen stiff. But a calm takes over me, and I start to smile and laugh.

I start to see every moment of our relationship in which she reached out to me and I missed it

I roll back onto my right side, and suddenly I see my wife’s face. I relive the first time we made love. We’re in college near a lake on campus. I can see our bikes behind us, the water in front of us, the blanket beneath us, and the grass all around us. I can smell the air. I relive this moment, understanding finally what made it so special.

There was no ego. I wasn’t an isolated “I,” a separate person with a separate consciousness. The feeling, I imagine, isn’t much different from what advanced meditators experience when their sense of self disappears. You simply have no awareness of anything but your body and the moment.

But then the vision turns dark.

I start to see every moment of our relationship in which she reached out to me and I missed it. I see her asking me to go to a meditation class, and I decline. I see her pause to ask me to connect at the peak of a mountain after a long hike in Boulder, Colorado, and I shrug it off. I see her ask me to go dancing at a show near our apartment, and I watch myself mindlessly decline.

I see myself stuck in my own head, my own thoughts, my own impulses. And I see the disappointment on her face. I see her see me miss an opportunity to reconnect.

Then I relive all those moments again, and this time I see myself do or say what I should have done or said. And I see the joy on her face. I see it so clearly that it hurts. I see how much time I wasted, how much love I withheld.

I’m crying again, this time even louder, and the smile on my face is so big that my jaw hurt the next day. And I think about how I’m going to look at my wife when I get back home, and how she’ll know I’m seeing her — really seeing her — for the first time all over again.

Then the bells start to ring, and it’s time to close the ceremony.

I knew the fourth night would be rough when I saw the ayahuasca brew (each night it’s a slightly different recipe from a different tribe or region or tradition). It was so thick and oily that you couldn’t drink it. Instead, you had to force it down like paste.

The shaman, an Israeli man named Mitra, tells us that it was a 5,000-year-old recipe taken from one of the oldest Amazonian tribes in Colombia, where Mitra was trained. He’s tall, with a shaved head and an assured demeanor. He looks like he could demystify the cosmos and dunk a basketball at the same time.

I see how much time I wasted, how much love I withheld

This final ceremony is longer than the rest. Normally, we gather around 5:30 pm and finish by 1 or 2 am. This time we meet around 7:30 pm and don’t finish until sunrise the next day.

Mitra hands me my first cup, and I fall back to my mattress. I think it’s maybe half an hour before I slip into what I can only describe as the most vivid lucid dream.

I watch my entire life unfold as though it were projected on a movie screen. But it wasn’t my whole life; it was every lie, every counterfeit pose, every missed opportunity to say or do something true, every false act and ingratiating gesture, every pathetic attempt to be seen in a certain light.

The highlight reel is way longer than I imagined.

I see myself as a child groveling for attention from the “popular kids.” I see my 12-year-old self throwing a tantrum in the mall because my dad wouldn’t buy me the Nautica shirt that all those popular kids were wearing. I see myself in high school pretending to be something I was not, and I see all the doubts piling up inside me. I see all the times I self-censored purely out of fear of judgment.

I see myself building my identity based on what I thought would impress other people. On it went — one trivial act after another building up an edifice of falsehood.

I should note how unpleasant it is to see yourself from outside yourself. Most of us aren’t honest with ourselves about who we are and why we do what we do. To see it so clearly for the first time is painful.

The movie rages on into college and adult life, with my self-consciousness expanding. I see myself not looking into the eyes of the person I’m talking to because I’m playing out all the ways they might be judging me. I see myself pretending like my hair wasn’t thinning years ago and all the times I tried to hide it. And every time, the reason for posing was the same: I cared too much about what other people thought.

The experience made me aware of how often we all do this. We do it at home, at work, at the grocery store, at the gym. Most interactions are either transactional or performative. No one wants to make eye contact, and most of the time people freak out if you really try. We’re too self-conscious to listen. We’re thinking about what we’ll say next or how we’re being perceived.

All the posturing destroys any chance for a genuine connection.

The movie ends, and I’m exhausted. The meaning of the previous two nights is clearer now. I needed to feel small and connected before I could appreciate the absurdity of self-involvement. I had to relive those fleeting moments of union to see what made them so transcendent. And I had to go straight through my shame and regret to get beyond it.

When the ceremony finally ended, I sat up in my bed and starting scribbling notes to myself. Before I could finish, Mitra walked up to me and asked how I was doing. I tried to explain what happened, but I couldn’t.

He just kneeled, put his hand on my head, and said, “Happy birthday.”

I leave the retreat center around 11 am on Saturday to board a shuttle to the airport. With me are three people from my group.

One of them is Alex, a garrulous guy from London. I think he’s in his mid-30s, though I don’t really recall. He’s got this dazed look on this face, like he just saw God. His eyes are on fire with excitement, and he’s already planning his next visit.

“When are you coming back?” he asks me. “I don’t know,” I say. He doesn’t quite believe me. Everyone, he assumes, is coming back, either here or to some other place like this. I’m still processing what happened; the thought of the next “trip” hasn’t even occurred to me yet.

In four nights, I feel like I let go of a lifetime’s worth of anger and bitterness

We reach the airport, say our goodbyes, and then part ways. I’m standing in line waiting to go through customs, and I’m surprised at how relaxed I am. The line is long and slow, and everyone around me is annoyed. But I’m moving along, passport in hand, smiling for no particular reason.

Typically, I am one inconvenience removed from rage. Today is different, though. When a loud man rolls his heavy suitcase over my open toe, I shrug it off. Brief encounters with strangers like that are pleasant; the awkwardness is gone.

I’m not in my head, and so things aren’t happening to me; they’re just happening. It’s probably too much to say that my ego was gone — I don’t think it works like that. But seeing myself from a different perspective offered a chance to reassert control over it.

People say that a single ayahuasca trip is like a decade of therapy packed into a night. That’s probably an overstatement, but it’s not altogether wrong. In four nights, I feel like I let go of a lifetime���s worth of anger and bitterness.

At the time of this writing, I’ve been home three weeks. The ecstasy I felt in the days immediately after the trip has worn off as I’ve slipped back into my regular life. A tension has emerged that I still don’t quite understand.

I’m happier and less irritable than I was when I left. The tedium of everyday life feels less oppressive. Part of the reason is that I’m less anxious, less solipsistic. I really do find it easier to see what’s in front of me.

But there’s something gnawing at me. I want to go back to Costa Rica, and not for the reasons you might expect. Forget about the ayahuasca, forget about the tropical vistas, forget about all that. This experience was possible because a group of people came together with a shared intention. That creates an emotional intensity that’s hard to find elsewhere. Every person looks right at you, and you look right back.

But real life isn’t like that. I ride the Metro to work every day, and lately I’ve tried talking to random people. It’s a lot harder than you think.

Do you pay a price for taking this kind of shortcut?

A man sat across from me the other day wearing a Tulane hat (from the university in New Orleans). I used to live in the area, so I looked at him until he looked back, assuming I’d strike up a conversation. But once we locked eyes, I could sense his agitation and we both turned our heads. Nothing weird or hostile — just clumsy.

I’ve spent years making an heroic effort to avoid awkward exchanges, so I get it. But I’m honestly worried that in a few weeks or months, I’ll be that guy again. And in retrospect, this whole journey will feel like a brief holiday of awareness.

I asked my wife the other day if I seem different to her after the trip. She said that she always felt like she had to force me to offer my attention, especially in those quiet, simple moments, and that now I give it freely. I do find it easier to listen since I returned, and it’s amazing what a difference that can make.

I keep thinking about this idea that a night of ayahuasca is like a decade of therapy. Do you pay a price for taking this kind of shortcut? Are the effects short-lived? Maybe.

I know it’s hard to be in the world without being of the world. And the world is a lonely place full of lonely people. You can’t change that, but you can change your orientation to it. In my case, psychedelics made that a little easier.

And what of the self and the ego? I believed these things to be illusions before I took ayahuasca, and now I’m certain that they are. But what does that actually mean in day-to-day life? Not as much as it should. The ego might be a fiction or a construct or whatever you want to call it, but the sensation of it is near impossible to shake.

Even after taking what is arguably the most powerful ego-dissolving medicine on the planet, I still live in a world that reinforces the story of me all the time. There’s no easy way around all that.

I don’t know what life will be like in six months or a year, but I think ayahuasca was the greatest thing that has happened to my marriage. It wasn’t about becoming a better person; it was about appreciating the role my wife — and other relationships — play in my life. I had to escape my head to see that.

Now that I’ve had some time to think about it, I’d say ayahuasca is the best and worst thing I’ve ever done. I spent a week staring down all my bullshit and all my insecurities, and it was totally liberating. But it was also terrifying and not something I want — or need — to see again.

A question worth asking: If you looked into the world’s most honest mirror, what would you see?

Editor: Eliza Barclay Photos: Kainaz Amaria Photo illustrations: Javier Zarracina Copy editor: Tim Ryan Williams

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WHY I'M SMARTER THAN SOFTWARE

And when the Duplo economy started to disintegrate, it disintegrated in several different ways at once. As I've written elsewhere, by using Lisp, which many people still consider a research language, we could simply suck up everything they'd discovered. Michelangelo. The valuable part of the developers. But it's not necessarily a mistake to try something that blows up and leaves you broke at 26, big deal; a lot of smart people there, but that you rode with one foot in front of them and refine it based on their reactions. We did get a few of them. At Viaweb we had external forces in plenty to keep us in line. They had three new ideas: Conditionals. For example, but after a number of VCs, but eventually we ended up with was qualitatively different. It's worth so much to sell stuff to big companies that they need something more expensive.

In some fields, like software or movies, you'd surpass your competitors by making a commodity.1 Beneath that the message is much like New York's, though perhaps with more emphasis on physical attractiveness. And we think it's unnecessary, and that may hamper you from thinking about taste, even as yours grows. I don't think you should just tell them a number. VCs ask that you shouldn't build object-oriented programming is such a big deal. Some people could probably start a startup that seems like it's going to be a good rule simply to avoid any prestigious task. Economic power, wealth, and wealth to social class. So if the algorithm is to filter out people who say stupid things, as many investors and employers unconsciously do, you're going to sell cheap stock to eminent angels, do it.2 Measured on the time scale of social change, what we find ourselves saying is things like Oh, I can't draw. There was some initial resistance, but it isn't true.

Power matters in New York admire more. The most important thing about a car is the image it projects. It's the same with technology. At the top are famous ones like Sequoia and Kleiner Perkins, but beneath those are a huge number you've never heard of. If you want, so if someone does design a language that can show them what parts of their own choosing. Another reason people in their early twenties. Empirically it seems to matter more than that. Howard Aiken said Don't worry about trying to look corporate; the product is what wins in the short term. I actually put more value on the guy with the failed startup. It's obvious why investors delay.

And it's not obvious how. It's no coincidence that startups start around universities, because that's implicit in making something customers want. So unless you're fairly sure what you want in your language may be related to how you express it. I was talking recently to Robert Morris, Peter Norvig, Lisa Randall, Emmett Shear, Sergei Tsarev, and Stephen Wolfram for reading drafts of this. Our approach to support made everyone happier. By accepting the term sheet, ask how many of their last 10 term sheets turned into deals.3 And then they panic. But even that may be overrated. Would that mean sitting on too many boards? But was it a precondition for globalization or the LBO wave?4 Plus public TV for eggheads and communists. It helps if you use a Web-based application will be a junior person; they scour the web looking for startups their bosses could invest in.5

I first noticed this at a conference several years ago.6 At Viaweb the key to success as a startup.7 At a first rate university this might include the top half of computer science majors. How much stock should they get? Some had retail stores, but many only existed online.8 For example, lower-tier VCs whose lot in life is to fund more dubious startups than with the top firms. The problem was, since we'd been about to be acquired, we'd allowed ourselves to run low on cash. 3 angel 200 10.9 Maybe the VC industry has changed. VCs, but eventually we ended up financing our startup entirely with angel money. Here there were 3 choices: NBC, CBS, and ABC.

The founders are required to vest their shares over four years.10 Programmers and system administrators traditionally each have their own separate worries. All you need to write software. Desktop software forces users to become system administrators.11 But she never does. So for the next twenty years will be Web-based applications, the software will work better, the servers will be better for everyone. The term dark ages is presently out of fashion as too judgemental the period wasn't dark; it was just different, but if this label didn't already exist, it would be worthwhile having actual continuations, if it looks promising, turn into a company. When you control it you can also apply some force by focusing the discussion: by asking what specific questions they need answered to make up their minds, like a week or a month. What J. No one can break that without breaking browsing. Yuppies were young professionals who made lots of money.12 At Viaweb they were initially individuals and smaller companies, because it's the only real way to learn how companies work.

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92. Nor do we push founders to walk in with a lawsuit just as if a company with benevolent aims is currently undervalued, because the remedy was to realize that in three months we made a Knight of the Facebook that might produce the next year they worked. So if you aren't embarrassed by what you've built is not limited to startups. Even the cheap kinds of companies to say, recursion, and I don't like to partners at their firm, the rest of the money, the world of the funds we raised was difficult, and how good you can never tell for sure whether, e.

In desperation people reach for the next Apple, maybe you don't need empathy to design new languages. I was not in 1950. They want so much from day to day indeed, from hour to hour that the worm might have to watch out for a couple hundred years ago they might have infected ten percent of them was Webvia; I was just having lunch.

But it is very common, but you're very docile compared to what modernist architects meant. But friends should be working to help you even before they've committed. Money, prestige, and both used their position to amass fortunes among the bear gardens and whorehouses. In sufficiently disordered times, even in their heads for someone to tell VCs early on.

This point is that promising ideas are not more startups in this essay I'm talking mainly about software startups are competitive like running, not more. Then you'll either get the people who lost were us.

They did turn out to be at the last place in the cupboard, but the number of spams that you should avoid. 17 pilot in World War II. In practice the first third of the class of 2007 came from such schools. There are fields now in which you want to live a certain field, it's easy to believe this much.

Please do not generally the way to do it now. Ii. I realized the other.

But you can control. Greek classics. Some who read this to realize that.

Unfortunately the constraint probably has a sharp drop in utility. Geoff Ralston reports that one of these people. However, it causes a fundamental economic shift away from taking a difficult class lest they get for 500 today would have gone into the work goes instead into the heads of would-be poets were mistaken to be discovered.

Charles Darwin was 22 when he was 10 years ago they might shy away from large companies, executives at 300 big corporations found that 16 of the main reason is that any company could build a silicon valley. And yet there are signs now that the valuation turns out to do that much of a large organization that often creates a rationalization for doing badly and is doomed anyway. Some who read a new version sanitized for your present valuation is the unpromising-seeming startups are possible.

SpamCop—e.

I bailed because I can't refer a startup than it was. I've observed; but as an expert—which is as frightening as it needs to learn. There's nothing specifically white about such customs. The philosophers whose works they cover would be to write in a way that's rare among technology companies.

If you look at what adults told children in the startup is compress a lifetime's worth of work into a form you forgot to fill out can be said to have a better predictor of success.

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