#like no baby that’s if you live… a sedentary life.

[bunny-extract]

I love the cod age discourse bc it’s always like omg X has to be at least 40!!? That means X is 50+?? As if that’s not the prime for most (active!! healthy!!) men agahsk

[lunarw0rks]

sweet thing | part one

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price takes a liking to his neighbor. vulnerable, expecting, and in need of his helping hand. it's a good thing he always wanted a family.

john price x pregnant!reader (based on this idea of mine.)

warning(s): MDNI (18+); NOT EDITED, price is touch starved and kinda pathetic, pregnancy, angst/depression, alcoholism, fluff, fem!reader [wc: 1.3k]

Involuntary stress leave, they called it.

But for John, it was just short of decay. Sedentary, bitter—restless. Stuck at home while there's still a fight to be fought, men who need guidance. His men.

Before the stress does him in, he figures boredom will close in on him first, and it would be less merciful than any bullet or blade. Chores are a necessity, and hobbies are nothing more than a temporary soothe to his aches.

Every morning, irony wakes him up cold. Takes its pound of flesh. The world he devoted his adult life to fighting for, has nothing in it for him.

(Stiff fingers, heaving chest, bile in his throat, tremors marring his nervous system.)

It's hours before he can shake the feeling, so he compromises by rising at ungodly hours and fulfilling a rigid routine—still a trained soldier to his core. And by nightfall, he nurses a bottle until he's warm again, ready for the reset at dawn.

As they gaze out the window, his eyes search for purpose. Two fingers parting the blinds. Something, anything, please. But nothing. The sharp sting of cheap booze rushes past his teeth, and he's ready to retreat.

He winces through the taste before he's at attention again. The rumble of an engine cut short right next door. He angles himself to catch a clear view of the person. Instinct yells for him to be vigilant, but the sight in front of him snuffs the bellow.

The flow of a slip dress in the breeze, sticky strands of hair pulled back, glowing skin, a nurturing hand resting on the bump that shows through the fabric.

You look anything but thrilled while you wrangle your bags and fight the wind gusts, and you're well aware of it.

All John sees is bloom. Purpose. Duty.

Before he can gather all his wits, he's closed the front door behind him, his spilled bottle dribbling along the end table. It's not so much your beauty that drives him; he isn't a superficial man and can't afford to be.

A living, breathing person is what quickens his stride. Someone to talk to. Someone to touch and study. As of late, the only people near have been on the other side of the TV screen, fueled by dramatics and in character.

You find yourself stuck in your headspace again, mentally listing all the tasks that await you inside your house. Chores, mostly, some grocery shopping—and loads more of that endless baby planning. Relaxation wasn't an option and you're actively learning to accept that. Although, it's admittedly difficult to feel any other way when you've got another human to consider now.

John clears his throat. "Let me take tha' for you, darling."

He waits until you meet his stare to extend a hand, fingers grazing the flimsy straps of your shopping bags. You freeze, soaking in the sight of him.

"Hm?" Your brows knit together, and it's only then that you catch up with him.

"Your bags."

The man has already taken them before the words finish rolling off his tongue, but he stays in place.

A soft chuckle comes out of you to crack open the sheet of embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm a little out of it today."

Pregnancy brain, you want to blame it on. But deep down you know it's because kindness is a new taste nowadays.

Most are courteous and accommodating, making way for you. Others look at you like dirt on their shoes. Fatigue draining your features doesn't help, and neither does the absence of a wedding band. Early on, you were naive enough to believe society had moved beyond the stigma. Wrong, more wrong, and a fool is all you are nowadays, even if only in your head.

Exhausted, not out of it, he analyses, and his heart aches.

"It's alright." His voice is smooth as nectar, leaving goosebumps on your skin that you'll chalk up to the wind. "Shouldn't be carrying all this by yourself, anyhow."

You fight the urge to scoff and instead lead the way to the front porch.

He's right. You shouldn’t be doing any of this alone.

Turning the key, you step inside and let the words spill. “Yeah, I, uh— I didn’t have anyone to call.”

Price should be more shocked by your words, but he isn’t. He is really, and truly, desensitized to all the misfortune around him. And it’s not any different with you. His eyes—conditioned to spot every minute detail of a person—took milliseconds to notice your left hand.

Feel her out. Find out more.

“That so?” He questions softly but doesn’t give you a chance to respond. You’ve painted the whole picture and more.

His words are full of every sensibility possible. “That’s a shame.��� Pity. Empathy. Grief. Outrage. All except condescension; none of this is your fault, he can sense it.

You expect admonition.

Leading a stranger inside is bad enough, and walking the fine line between small talk and oversharing is worse.

But you can’t bring yourself to taste it. Outside of some coworkers and your mother, this is your first taste of organic interaction, and it’s been overwhelmingly amicable so far. Not something you can take lightly; loneliness is prevalent.

You let out a tired sigh, letting the silent gesture speak for itself. What else can you say? He's already got you pegged after spending all but two minutes with you. Makes you wonder how you haven't noticed him sooner, though you remember his driveway is usually vacant and the blinds are always closed.

By now, it's obvious that if he had ill intentions, he would've acted on them by now. The silence isn't thick or stiff—it's refreshing, oddly enough.

When his mouth upturns, the crow's feet around his eyes are made visible. They've witnessed things, awful things, no doubt. But he's also got a world of wisdom in them.

This is the part where you find a farewell, something moderately polite so you don't feel awful for kicking him out. (Not your fault you need to rest your feet. At least you get the sense that he'll understand.)

In search for the words, you place a hand on your stomach, "well, it was kind of you to bring that in, uh—"

"—John." He interjects.

Out of habit, you form a clumsy smile and ache to get the proper words out. "It was very kind of you, John. Thank you."

Without any further direction, he's able to pick up on your hints for him to make his exit. The bar is so low these days, it's almost shocking. Shuffling to follow him to the front door, your hand seizes the knob.

There's a lot left unsaid, despite meeting your handsome neighbor only a short time ago. The voice inside urges you to keep it short. Send him off, get out of his hair. He was just being nice.

"I should thank you again," you blurt, almost abruptly. Price turns on his heels with little surprise, a leer written on his thin lips. "Next time, I'll take another trip to carry the bags."

"No next time, love." A purr and a new nickname.

Too smitten to even notice the ruffle of some paper when he reaches a hand in his pocket. Even stole the pen off your entry table (a.k.a the junk-pile-of-mail-table) and you were none the wiser. Dated, the way he scribbles on the crumbled receipt and hands it to you between his index and middle.

Heat rises up your neck and to your face when you inch closer to retrieve the number, somehow finding it within yourself to not break eye contact. John's gaze stays genuine, despite the puff of his chest and the way he breathes your scent in shamelessly.

Albeit frazzled—you weren't born yesterday; he's attractive and extremely luring and you're single and hormonal. Wouldn't take much for something to happen.

And if not, you know you'll have fond daydreams, at the very least.

"You ever need anything, give me a call. 'M good for more than bag carrying."

[boytumms]

I want to knock up a gamer boy.

I want to keep him barefoot and pregnant in our apartment- making meagre money from streaming until I get home.

He sits in the ergonomic gamer chair I bought him while rubbing the swollen belly that presses his thighs apart.

He lives an almost completely sedentary lifestyle- just getting rounder and fatter every day to support my babies growing inside him.

When I get home, he waddles towards me happily, having to support the heft of his belly with his hands in order to stand. I smile while he talks about his day and all his nerdy interests that I could not give less of a shit about. As soon as I get my boots off, I bend him over onto all fours like a sow and fuck him like I'm trying to knock him up all over again.

When cum leaks out his pussy I want him to whimper and tell me he enjoyed it.

And as soon as his water breaks, I want him to immediately beg that I'll promise to keep him knocked up and pregnant forever, supporting his life of leisure while controlling his womb.

Even while nursing more babies than he can handle, I want him to tell me how he feels so empty and he needs my seed to fill him and force him to give birth again, and again, and again.

Ooooo, imagine he’s a streamer too, and of course he goes into labor while he’s live in front of thousands of viewers. His belly is so huge and swollen he can’t get out of his chair on his own, stuck panting and moaning with his belly contracting for everyone to see. You find him stuck there when you get home hours later, legs soaked from his waters breaking, crying and begging you to help him. You pull him out from his chair, but instead of taking him to a hospital, you bend him over and fuck him as he clutches his tummy and desperately tries to push his babies out. Each time he pushes, you shove it right back up into his tight womb, keeping him full and swollen, not letting him give birth until you’re done with him. You don’t bother turning the live stream off as you fuck his swollen form, even as you finally let him push out a baby or two so all of his viewers can watch him scream and cry and mewl as the head of his baby stretches him wide in front of the camera

[sleepyfan-blog]

Observing

Author’s Note: this is Mer-Sirass’ debut! I hope you enjoy it! Next

Tagged: @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @the-pure-angel @egrets-not-regrets

Warnings: none, please ask me to tag if something bothers you

Summary: Sirass and his human study some clownfish

Ancient Terra was filled with all sorts of fascinating things. Despite how primitive the technologies that humanity had created in the third millennium, the natural spaces on Terra were many and vast. Sirass had initially believed that he'd landed on a low-tech pleasure world. Yes, there were scents of pollutants in the air and water, and there was mild habitat destruction... But the natural beauty of Ancient Terra could not be overstated. 

For example, Sirass and his beloved bonded had been studying sea anenome and the fish that lived in harmony with the largely sedentary marine invertebrate. He had initially believed the creature to be some sort of plant, and had been pleasantly surprised to find out that it was an animal of some kind. The symbiotic relationship that it had with the brightly colored fish that lived between it's many tendrils was fascinating to study. The iron warrior could see why his bonded had chosen to devote their life to studying the creatures that lived within the oceans and seas of their homeworld. 

That and his human's chosen field of study was the reason why the two of them had met. He'd gotten caught up in a massive net by an industrial fisher and had been thrashing around, trying to pull himself free of the fucking thing when his bonded human had swam over in the protective equipment that allowed them to breathe. They'd seem to think that he'd been some sort of dolphin - and by his primarily grey tones, he didn't blame her. His thankful rumble in their native tongue when his human had freed him - along with his bold black and yellow striping on his fins had brought them up short. They'd signed at him, asking him to surface with them. He'd agreed and that was the first of many conversations that the two of them had shared.

The small orange and white striped fish didn't seem to care - or even notice - Sirass' watchful gaze as it meandered around its' home. Several dozen much smaller clownfish poked their tiny heads out from the top of the sea anemone as it's tendrils waved along with the gentle ocean currents. He lightly poked his human from their intense perusal of the wider coral reef - some sort of sickness had been plaguing the ecosystem, which his human and their colleagues were desperately trying to figure out the cause of, or at least a way to treat the ailing coral reef. If the coral died, it would likely mean the collapse of the entire ecosysem in the area, and it would take years if not decades to bring back the underwater ecosystem to a fraction of what it was.

Sirass had his suspicions as to what was going on, but had not voiced them, yet. He would patrol this area later, when his human and their friends had left. 

After all, not all astartes were friendly with humans on ancient terra, even if most were neutral. Sirass didn't want to possibly put them in danger. 

His human cooed silently over the baby clownfish before counting and writing down their numbers, gesturing for another human to come over as they began tagging the clownfish babies.

Sirass was happy to help catch any escapees who managed to evade the much clumsier baseline humans.

[itstokkii]

aph kazakhstan hcs

kazakhstan!!! my starboy

- kazakhstan is the baby of the gang 👶 he looks like he's in his early 20s, a charming young man! he and his older sister uzbekistan were initially together under the uzbek khanate before breaking off and forming the kazakh khanate. to some extent, uzbekistan's still salty about it to this day...

- he may be the baby but he's the breadwinner of the family!! he has the highest gdp among all of central asia, and his other siblings are floored whenever they visit astana and almaty. he's a hustler!

- he tries to get his siblings to be cooperative and stop fighting all the time(specifically uzbekistan tajikistan and kyrgyzstan) through ~regional unity.~ the results? there certainly were some...

- kyrgyzstan and uzbekistan dote on him a lot while also being jealous of his massive economic gains lol

- kazakhstan is asexual. I see him immensely valuing his small group of friends and family, but I don't see him pursuing any relationships in an intimate manner. he may still have fleeting crushes from time to time, and so may be alloromantic to some extent.

- he gets along well with kyrgyzstan, his older brother, in terms of language! they both belong to the qipchak language family, and having both been nomadic for longer have restored a lot of nomadic tradition than the couch potato over there(uzbekistan).

- the qipchak languages have less persian influence than qarluk, so this means kazakhstan and kyrgyzstan(as well as karakalpakstan) don't have many issues speaking in their language towards turkey. they both know turkish fluently anyway.

- when they speak to tajikistan they revert to russian or have uzbekistan translate.

- he's also very close with uzbekistan, as mentioned before with them both being under the same roof once. kazakhs are quick to support uzbeks in times of need or celebration, like diyora keldiyorova's gold medal winning in judo(the first uzbek woman to win in judo)! kazakhstan admires how hard working, mannered and thoughtful she is towards the people she loves and cares about, and even towards strangers as well! he also loves her cooking, and in the meantime uzbeks admire how outspoken kazakhs are, and how quick they are to fight against injustice. uzbekistan wishes she could be as outspoken as her brothers too, to forcefully enact change instead of waiting in fear...

- also she loves her lil bro's chocolate and candy!! bayan sulu my beloved...

- @ any kazakhs who see this...I KNOW there was a chocolate with lemon filling I just don't remember the brand name...PLEASE DM me if you know 😭😭

- uzbekistan also has the 2nd biggest gdp of central asia. the 2 hustle together to be the faces of central asia!

- whenever he tries taking her out to skate she clings onto him for dear life while screaming. he tries taking her on hikes too because "the mountain air is good for your health" but she INSISTS a lady shouldn't exert herself too much...once you become sedentary it's over for you ig 💀

- mongolia is closest to kazakhstan out of all the central asians! they're neighbors, and in bayan ulgii, there's a sizeable community of kazakhs that have lived there since fleeing the russian occupation. they've kept all their traditions intact, and kazakhstan pays them a visit from time to time! he's grateful to mongolia for letting them seek refuge and keep their culture intact after all these years.

- kazakhstan was a successor to the golden horde, and a lot of kazakhs can trace their ancestry to then! hence, mongolia is something like.. a grandpa...?

- mongolia takes the time to tease kazakhstan like "hey isn't it past your bedtime little man?" just to see kazakhstan go all red in the face. mongolia also checks on him from time to time to see if he's doing alright. it's kind of sweet tbh 🥺

- this one time in a horseback archery competition france came in FIRST??? while mongolia and kazakhstan came in 2nd and 3rd. they probably sobbed abt it and drank together 😭

- now all the central asians use some russian words when speaking, but kazakhstan does this the most. he's trying(successfully) to phase russian out when he could use a kazakh word in place of it.

- kazakhstan has kept the tradition of falcon taming and hunting! he handles falcons really well, and will sometimes be on the tv as he walks the audience through handling a falcon. kazakhstan also rides horses the best! there's a lot of mountainous regions an hour or two's drive away from almaty where you can ride horses and admire the freshwater streams and the vibrant green grass...what a dream..

- kyrgyzstan and kazakhstan were also one of the founding members of the turkic union! for the first few years it must have been hard to listen to turkey yap about turan...

- kazakhstan is also the coldest central asian country. the weather can hit as low -30 to -35 degrees! before washing machines, he'd hang his laundry outside and check on them the next morning to try and fit a stiff scarf through the doorway. when roads freeze over, he pulls out his skates and simply skates to work. he'd open his door in the morning after a snowy night only for the snow to have taken the shape of the door.

- uzbekistan may be the best cook as declared by her siblings, but kazakhstan is a close second and this is because of his beshbarmaq and baursak. it is such a banger and hits EVERY TIME. uzbekistan loves his cooking ❤️

- also makes a mean kazy! bro is NOT lazy with it. he doesn't buy from the store! not when he could make his own.

- he also makes qurut as well. qurut is like dried yogurt in the shape of a ball, and you suck on it because mm salty. thing is, uzbekistan's qurut is much harder and therefore takes a longer time to go through compared to kazakhstan's! his is softer and more creamy, less salty, and it gets my vote <3

- he loves playing hockey, skating, riding horses, hiking in his mountainous ranges...he's very active! he also likes going to concerts and raves, and coming home late lol

- his interest in space was kickstarted by uzbekistan, who took him to see ulughbek's observatory. then years later a major space operations hub was placed in baikonur during the ussr period, and since then he's developed his own space program and he loves keeping up to date with space related news! just say the word and he'll explain it to you!

- due to constantly being tormented by russia, and for a while having to bend to his needs(a long while...) he does have unhealthy coping mechanisms. he picked up drinking and smoking during the ussr and still does it, though his siblings are trying to get him to cut down on it.

- he, like all the central asians, absolutely DESPISES russia. he can just conceal his feelings better than his siblings when he makes economic deals. this was especially so in the early aughts to 2010s as he insisted it was "all for my economy's sake..."

- when he's working on something late at night, he likes going to CU to grab a bite to eat! korea's been to his CU a few times when he's showed her around and she noticed how there were some products that weren't in korea themselves! CU regularly sells binggrae vanilla flavored milk, though in korea it's not on the shelves at all!

- this one time in 2022 the power shut off in uzbekistan kazakhstan and kyrgyzstan, and all the governments blamed each other lol. talk about the spiderman meme

- also in my opinion...kazakhstan has the best drip lol. both in terms of tradition and modern fits I see people wear in the streets of astana

[aphroditelovesu]

Honey, I just found out that you haven't even been feeling great. Honestly you better, please take care. <3 I was bored and wrote this for you to have a little fun time.

Training session for princes any morning*

Bby Reader: Our mothers are fighting again over who they are going to commit me to, I don't like them fighting 🥺

Aegon: Poor my nephew, that's the downside he has to pay for being just as handsome as his uncle Aegon

Aemond and Baby Reader: …

Aegon: But seriously, what do you think would happen if you were a woman?

bby reader smiling: I would be a very pretty princess, right?

Aegon: …Silly

Aemond: Well, if you would be the most beautiful princess of all

Baby Reader: DO YOU SEE IT YET? HE THINKS THE SAME

Aegon: BUT I DIDN'T TALK ABOUT THAT. Although if I think you would be the most beautiful princess of all-, they would make you marry someone who is up to your standards, the only candidate would be me

bby Reader: Or Aemond

Aegon: WHAT!!

Aemond just smiling:

(Harwin and Criston don't know what the fuck they're listening to)

Thank you, anon!! I'm taking care of myself and taking my meds so I'm getting better, luckily it's been a few months since I last had an anxiety, panic and crying crisis 😊 my friend even told me that I am becoming a gym rat while the one who is already a gym rat says she is proud that i have abandoned my sedentary lifestyle lol 😉

I didn't expect to read something like this but I'm glad I did! I really imagine it like this, fem!bby reader would be a Helen of Sparta and one of the pivots of war (just like the original), but it would be fun to imagine this dynamic. Now I had ideas.

Alicent wants to marry male bby!reader to Helaena (before she marries Aegon), while Rhaenyra wants to marry Jace to Helaena and, if she can help it, her precious bby would be single but if not, then one of her stepdaughters. While they fight each other, bby!reader is living his best life with his uncles.

Aegon wants to make his favorite nephew enjoy life his way (drinks and whores) while Aemond disapproves of his brother's conduct and the two fight about it. And Criston is about to run a sword through Aegon if he keeps trying to corrupt his bby. Harwin is just having fun and trying to be closer to bby!reader, much to Cole's dismay.

Fem!bby reader delusions would be awesome, because I super I imagine this scene really going on! But it's more fun to read the male!bby reader wondering if he was a woman because he knows it would be a worer to the approach of his family. Especially between Aegon and Aemond, but I can see fights between Jace, Aegon and Aemond... Well, much more from what they already fight about the male!bby reader...

Finally, the wonderful and perfect dynamics of the House of the Dragon (feat: the Houses Hightower and Velaryon, but if you guys want it, maybe Stark and Lannister...?)

Thanks for sending me this, I really enjoyed reading!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

~ Lady L

[pebblysand]

Hey there. Just wanted to say thank you for sharing Castles with us. I was 16 when I stumbled upon this masterpiece. I turned 18 a couple of months ago. I came of age with this fic. Whenever things got too much, Castles was what I'd find an escape in. It has taught me so much, taught me how the world's never just black & white and how life can be messy yet worth living. Castles has been a safe place, really. I cried, laughed, mourned and loved along with the characters. Your writing has made me feel so much so deeply, and I'd feel those heartaches all over again in a heartbeat. The female characters especially are so strong, so nuanced, their beauty lies in their imperfections which you've portrayed with so much care . As we reach the end of this road, I hope you are proud of yourself. I hope you know that this fic of yours has left a lasting impact on me.

Oh and I've been meaning to ask, how are you feeling now that it's all out?

thank you so much. that means more to me than you can imagine. ❤️

as to your question... how am i? pfew. i don't know. as i write this, i am now in france, enjoying the riviera's setting sun on my mum's terrace, with my thirteen-year-old four-legged baby sleeping underneath the table. there are palm trees and bougainvilleas. she's just woken up to bark at the airbnb neighbours next door.

how am i? exhausted. like, bone-deep. i don't know how to explain. the exhaustion of having published 82,000 words in two months. of having written 403,000 words in four years. of having made a thing. i made a thing. i could sleep for ten years, i feel, but i'm also wired. from the excitement and the adrenaline. i woke up every hour last night. i woke up at four o'clock this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. i now have two weeks of holidays and beach days to hopefully let my brain recuperate.

i am... terribly unfit lol. i'm the heaviest i've ever been, but it's not really about that, it's about the fact that i've been eating absolute shite for the past four/five months (with the above-mentioned exhaustion, i couldn't be bothered to cook), and honestly don't feel i could walk 10,000 steps without being out of breath. let me tell you that spending your days working in front of a laptop for your big girl job and all your evenings and weekends writing makes your life very sedentary. but that is easily fixable. my mum's building has a pool, so we'll be going every day and doing laps and going for walks and exploring the world again and recharging, and hopefully we'll feel better in a few weeks.

i am also... in absolute disbelief. i think it will take a while to truly sink in. i am incredibly proud of myself, proud of this story. proud of having told it. proud of not giving up on it. i came so close, this time last year. but i hung on. i owed it to myself. and, frankly, i owed it to lily, to tell her story. how lovely that i can finally say that without spoiling. she deserved someone else to hear.

i am... immensely honoured. beyond belief. i think for a long time, i blocked out and minimised the kind comments and the things people would say about how much this story meant to them, not out of rudeness but more to preserve myself from the pressure. it can be difficult - petrifying - to write a story that means a lot to people. but now, i have seventy-two comments (and counting) in my inbox and i am slowly realising that maybe, people weren't just being nice when they said these things. maybe it was true. and that means more to me than words could ever express.

i am... grieving. a little bit. i think, reading all of your messages and comments, a lot of you seem to feel that too. a bittersweetness of a four-year adventure ending. i think this emotion is already a bit on its way out for me, because i've been grieving castles for a while now, and have slowly come to terms with it ending. but, still. i would be remiss if i did not mention that the immense sense of pride and satisfaction and fulfilment that i feel ending this project, also didn't come with a bit of grief.

and, finally, i am very much looking forward to the future. i am excited for a lot of travel plans i have set up in the autumn. i am excited for my birthday in six days. i am excited for what the future will bring in terms of the stories i will inevitably tell again. fanfic or original.

and, i am immensely grateful to all of you. so thank you ❤️

[speakofcompersion]

aww ty you @vampyretaemin for tagging me~🤗💛

are you named after anyone? i am not! but my dad went nuts with it and gave me 4 names and took all the H's out of them (they normally have) for some reason. They also all add up to 23 numbers, but he "forgot" why he did that so i'm dying curious i guess 🤷‍♀️

when was the last time you cried? aw idk! i rarely cry.. a bit suppressed i suspect

do u have kids? no, thank goodness

what sport do you play / have played? i've been impressively sedentary my whole life lol i did try out martial arts for a bit but i have commitment issues. it was very fun though! i would LOVE to learn to dance, i think i could be good at it :) just need to actually find a place to start

do you use sarcasm? i mean yeah?

what's the first thing you notice about people? huh.. i don't know! i've done a lot of customer service work, so probably the attitude behind how people greet you? it says (sadly) a lot about how people act towards/think of others :')))

what's your eye color? Blue~ i wonder if i have that unhinged blue eyed stare? 👁_👁

scary movies or happy endings? gosh i have no idea. i'm impartial to happy endings, as i just want good writing lmao and.. i have seen minimal horror, but i really like psychological horror/thriller!

any talents? i studied art but changed my career to picture framing (similar in terms of aesthetic importance?) so i guess art is a hobby until i make it a career maybe. I did fiddle until 15!

do you have any pets? i had a lovely, sweet, beautiful baby of a cat until half a year ago but he passed away <333 i miss him so much. life really is more lonely without my baby

where were you born? same city i've lived in my whole life (canada)

what are your hobbies? i have too many lol i'm very sporadic with my hobby time. I tend to obsess and then not touch them for months at a time. But: crochet/knitting, art, reading, music, gif making (recent <3 let's hope i don't fall off this train lol), games, friends <3, etc.

how tall are you? 5'3/160cm

favorite subject in school? it was probably english or art in high school and i LOVED psychology, anthropology & literature based electives in college

dream job? "i do not dream of labor" << prev's answer <333 yeah lmao same. i'm burnt out to high heaven, and i want for retirement so bad but i'm still ~youthful~ . i don't have a "dream" job, but i like working with my hands and creativity. Current job is really fun! doing art maybe? something like that :)

Thanks again for the tag~ I will tag @atlantis-area @just-a-dummie-not-the-dum-e @xoalsox as i'm curious! No pressure to play though, of course :)

[bigfrogdraws]

been playing Omori w my friends so i drew ponies about it.

more about them under the cut :3 (and omori spoilers too)

i wanted to keep their names as similar as possible the best i could. Day Dream's name was already in my head when i started drawing him, while everyone else's i had to workshop. I liked the idea of all their nicknames being their actual names, so Aubergine Bloom could go by Aubrey, kaleidoscope could go by Kel, etc etc.

I never intended for there to be an equal mix of earth ponies, pegasi, and unicorns, but it worked out well. Kel's design was the hardest to hash out, bc i wanted his name to fit his design. i was really happy with his name and i really didnt want to change it.

Mari's design was also hard to has out, but i like how she turned out. Aubrey's is my favorite design by far, i think it fits her character and name perfectly. i like to think that since aubrey brought basil to the friend group, they probably met in the equivalent of cloudsdale

mari never got her cutiemark, but i like to think that if they performed their recital she would have gotten it, and it would have been related to music. Hero's is a shield, which he gets when he "wakes up" from his depression and makes sure Kel is safe after snapping at him.

Kel's cutie mark is a basket ball, and he would have gotten it the first high school basket ball game he played. Aubrey's is a needle and thread. her cutiemark represents her ability to patch and fix things, both relationships and physical items (fixing gruff guy's pipe, restoring the old pictures, bringing basil to the friend group, forming her own friend group after Mari's death, and re-joining the old friend group later on).

basil's is a sprout in a polaroid frame, and he got it when he took his first picture of his friends. however, he doesn't have it in headspace. sunny day never gets a cutie mark, and is a blank flank. he gets his cutie mark if you get to complete the recital in the good ending, which is a violin and sheet music.

some other fun stuff! aubergine dyes her mane and feathers pink when she's a teen. Kaleidoscope and Hero are technically the same height, but Hero has him beat out with the added height of his horn, which makes kaleidoscope very upset.

sunny days barely grows in the 4 years since marigold's death. if anything he gets a little lanky and much thinner, since he lives such a sedentary life.

kaleidoscope gets furry hooves like Hero when he's older, making them more apparent mirrors of each other.

i planned on drawing sally but forgot. she's a baby unicorn.

bonus basil sprout drawing plus his grandmother who i designed w the help of a random name generator

[irithnova]

One thing about Mongolia is that he's weirdly paranoid of people stealing shit from him. Which you wouldn't really expect because he's on the more generous/hospitable side when it comes to nation cultural norms. But I just think it's so funny. For example Mongolians stereotype Tuvans to be livestock thieves and Mongolia probably like. Mongolsplains to Tuva about how it's okay that he has a stealing problem but the first step is admitting it y'know :/

And then I heard there was some controversy about a Mongolian dude like, basically abandoning his entire life behind to go and live with the Dukha reindeer herding people. Yeah Mongolia is probably side eyeing Dukha rn like "stop luring my citizens away" (it literally happened once and he left because he wanted to).

Going even further back in history, he was very anal about this towards the Oirats and Manchuria LMAO. With the Oirats, he basically excluded Oirat groups from ever being able to take the title Khan so any attempt from the Oirats of taking power was basically them trying to steal his power away from him!! Yeah the Oirats being unhappy totally had nothing to do with your chauvinistic outlook on non-Mongol groups and being reduced to marriage partners for your royal family but ok Mr Mongolia. I mean from a nation perspective it makes sense he did this (nations pursuing their own interests) but I find it funny how he had to kind of bite his tongue a bit when the Oirat-Mongol code came out in 1640 which made their relationship a liiitle more equal.

With Manchuria, yeah Mongolia literally accused Manchuria of stealing his whole culture and still does. Which I guess is understandable to an extent when you realise that Manchurians are sedentary and have never lived in Yurts but suddenly Manchuria has an "imperial Yurt" and is bugging Mongolia for approval but... Mongolia you were also called an annoying upstart and uncultured/culture stealer don't you think you're being a bit hypocritical right now 🤨 Mongolia is still launching accusations @ Manchuria of conspiring with Russia to steal his land.

I've also heard from Mongolians that Mongolians abroad avoid each other because they don't want to risk getting scammed?? Mr Mongolia you are so weirdly paranoid 🤒

In all seriousness I think that the paranoia about shit getting stolen from him has a lot to do with his past. If we go alll the way back to the beginning he started out having close to nothing and was basically at the bottom of the food chain when it came to different steppe peoples, so whatever he did have, he held onto pretty fiercely. And then once he got insanely wealthy he was totally new money about it and yeah you bet your ass he was not living frugally. Dude literally commissioned a fucking huge alcohol fountain which dispensed multiple different types of alcohol. Gaudy and proud baby

And well when we look at more recent history, Inner Mongolia, Buryatia and Tuva used to be a part of his land, and now they're all either in Russia or China. So I'm not surprised he's weirdly paranoid/possessive of what he does have and can be kind of gatekeepy, especially if it has to do with his own history because God knows the amount of insane people trying to appropriate it for their own agendas (if you try to tell him that Genghis Khan had red hair or was Turkish or Kazakh or something he will thwack you)

[myrmyrtheorca]

Yellow, Baby Blue, Navy and Amber :3

oh this kills the myell

💛 - eeeeeeee I can't believe it my favorite bog creature finds me interesting qwq it's absolutely reciprocal but my brain is smooth and went with the two shades of green

🩵 - I'm this fandom's most annoying product nobody's TL is safe I'll bark at the shark for the rest of my life

💙 - you must know that I'm the laziest spouse one could ask for? I live to sleep, eat, and sleep more, sedentary lifestyle, I think a colony of fungi is growing on my back

🧡 - *attaches like a tick* you will regret this /j

[library-of-crow]

Nerys Comes to Visit

The soft crackle of the fireplace could barely be heard over the rampant giggling that plagued the small cottage. There, Nerys and her husband ran laps around their kitchen and living room, chasing Kazamir as he shrieked with delight. It had started as a game of tag, at least it allegedly had been at some point, but a quick truce between the two adults had them immediately teaming up against their young son in the chase of a lifetime. Of course the dining table had foiled one previous attempt to grab him, while the couch stopped another, but the game was lively as ever as they darted at one another. Eventually, the cry of a baby in the other room signaled to Leonidas that it was time to bring the chase to a close and, in one smooth motion, he grabbed his son out of mid-air and threw him over his shoulder. Kazamir’s laughter echoed throughout the cottage’s walls as he allowed himself to be captured while Nerys straightened and took a couple of moments to catch her breath. Her and Leonidas exchanged a smile in unspoken understanding before she trotted off to tend to the whining toddler in the other room.

Nerys greatly enjoyed their little cottage. It wasn’t too large but it was a perfect fit for her little family. It was warm in the winters, just far enough away from town that it was quiet, but close enough that they would never have to worry about goods or supplies. It was, for all intents and purposes, a very homey home. Granted, it had taken much effort on Leo’s part to convince Nerys to settle in one spot. Having lived so much of her life on the move, she wasn’t comfortable with remaining sedentary, but a couple long conversations talked her into the little cottage they shared now. Nerys was exceedingly grateful for those conversations, having grown spoiled on not having to pitch tents or worry about sinking into muddy ground as she slept.

Following the events that overturned the rule of Anri’s mother, she was given an invitation to move into the castle.

“There’d be plenty of room for you, Leo, and Kaz,” Anri had told her once things had settled down enough to concern themselves with such matters. 

“I’ll think about it,” she’d told him.

But her mind was made up early on. 

The castle was grand. It shone with a beauty Nerys had only seen in the Astral Sea or her fondest dreams. Just standing in it made her feel out of place, as if she was treading somewhere fit only for myths and legends. She relished the time she spent within its walls, imagining what it would be like to be the heroine of her favorite stories, to languish at the tall windows, to dance through the garden. It was truly a wonderful place, but not to live in. Not for her, that is.

She craved the woods, the dirt, the simplicity of life in a small cottage with just enough room for the love she had to give. Ultimately, she wasn’t suited to a place like this, no matter how much she tried.

It broke her heart to leave Anri. Her chest had felt heavy the entire last day they had lived together as she repeatedly found small things left to-do in order to stall the inevitable. She’d completely unpacked bags, insisted that certain plants needed to be tended to, sent Kaz off to hide for a bit, and even resorted to retying her shoe but the time for goodbye finally came. Kissing each of his temples and finally his forehead, Nerys swore three times over that she’d be back to visit. Her heart ached at first but she found solitude in looking back and seeing he wasn’t alone in that grand castle. 

At least there’d be people to look after her boy, she thought, and settled into the journey ahead.

Only, that was years ago. Since then, Kaz had grown taller, Leo had grown a beard, and Nerys had grown another child. The family had gone out to visit the castle multiple times over the last few years, sometimes altogether, other times in smaller groups, but never letting anything stand in the way of a visit. That is, until Ourania came about. At first, Nerys insisted that having a kid wouldn’t make the journey anymore difficult. She was quickly proven wrong on their next trip out and, unfortunately, wasn’t able to visit for nearly a year. 

It was driving her mad. She missed Anri and their friends. She fretted over what could have happened in that time as Leo rubbed her back and assured her that they absolutely would have gotten in contact with her first. Nerys was never fully convinced. 

Having fed and changed the baby, Nerys rejoined her husband and son, who had settled on the couch to wind down after the excitement of the evening. Behind them, several packs, each labeled with the first initial of its owner, sat piled up and ready for the trip to the mountains. The second Nerys felt it was safe for Ourania and herself, she planned a visit. Kaz’s eyes grew heavy as he leaned into his father’s side, who had already begun closing the book he’d been reading from while they waited for Nerys to return.

“Why don’t you head to bed.” Nerys whispered, running her hand through Kaz’s hair softly. The boy leaned into her touch for a moment before hauling himself up off the couch. He rubbed at his heavy eyes, whispering a goodnight to each of his parents before dragging his feet on the way to his bedroom. Again, Leo and Nerys shared a look. The proud smirk on Nerys’s face told him that she was happy that her plan to tire him out so he slept like a rock before they left worked like a charm. His returned smirk told her that he could not wait to get in bed to sleep like a very similar rock. 

To say the journey was arduous would be an overstatement. After all, they’d made it so many times before, so getting to the Vervaat’s castle was practically second-nature at this point. That being said, they’d never made the trip with a baby, as Kaz had been much older the first time he’d made the trip, and that put a bit of a damper on their travel plans. Nevertheless, the family made it in one piece.

In a rush of excitement, Nerys took off ahead of Leo and Kaz, who hardly flinched when she did so. She ran and ran and didn’t stop running until her feet brought her to the person she’d missed most of all. 

Now, Nerys hadn’t meant to surprise him but when a small, blue woman shrouded by pelts and cloaks comes darting at you with no prior warning, it's hard not to be a tad bit surprised. Still, Anri was quick to right himself after being suddenly engulfed in Nerys’s tight embrace and wrapped his arms around her as well. Nerys pulled back only a small bit to hold his cheeks in her hands and pepper small kisses on every inch of his face, muttering ‘I missed you’ between every few. Finally, she placed one long kiss on forehead before tapping it with her own and releasing him from her captivity. 

“I have so many things to tell you! It has been a busy year. Sorry I didn’t write much, I was very tired like all the time, but I totally meant to. Also I-”

“I’m glad you’re here.” Anri interrupted, knowing that her rambling would carry on endlessly if he didn’t. He gave her a smile, that she excitedly returned, before reaching a hand out to ruffle her hair slightly.

“Oh, and I-” Nerys paused, her face twisting in thought. She spun around as though she was looking for something before returning her attention to Anri. “Where’s Wyn?” 

Anri feigned an eye roll. He opened his mouth to make some witty remark about how quickly she’d moved on from his company but was cut off by a squeal that rang out from behind him. As if on schedule, Wyn appeared and immediately rushed towards Nerys. For a moment, they were glad Nerys didn’t wear any lipstick, otherwise evidence of her arrival would have trailed across the castle’s inhabitants. 

“Okay, okay, okay, but I do actually have something like very exciting to show you guys.” Nerys said, breaking up her greeting with Wyn and pulling them both close together. By this point, Leo and Kaz had also arrived and were about to start greeting Anri and Wyn, but their attention was fixated on Nerys. After all, she’d built up all this tension, whatever she had to share had to be good. Right?

She cleared her throat and stood up straight. 

“Anri, my dear boy. Wyn, my dear sister. I would like you to meet…” She trailed off momentarily to snatch the bundle off her back and unwrap it, revealing a small blue baby that giggled and cooed at the pair before her. “Baby!!” She said proudly, holding her daughter in front of her in a flashy manner. Leo pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. 

Wyn was enraptured. Anri swore he saw stars in her eyes as she wiggled her finger at the baby. Ourania reached for Wyn, successfully grabbing the wiggling finger and immediately moving to put it in her mouth. Wyn played along just long enough but pulled away before the baby’s budding teeth could sink into her skin. 

“Wow, so there’s another another you, now. Huh.” Anri chuckled, delicately running a finger over the baby’s arm. He noted how soft and, more importantly, blue it was. It was amazing how much the kid already looked like her mother. “So, what’s her name?” He asked, gaze flicking to Nerys. Her attention was glued on the baby as she made little noises at her to keep her entertained.

“Ourania. Leo’s mother’s name.”

“Ooh.. Hello Ourania, I’m Wynlara.” With two fingers, Wyn shook the baby’s hand. Ourania just gurgled in response. Anri introduced himself as well, earning a giggle. Wyn cast him a brief jealous look to which Anri returned a smug smile. 

Having been adequately introduced to the baby, Nerys allowed the rest of her family to come forth and greet Wyn and Anri as well. Upon seeing Kaz, Anri called out for the twins and inadvertently got the attention of the rest of the crew. His siblings stumbled out from various places and Nerys was quick to greet them with Ourania. Kaz was grateful for the baby, this meant he could hide behind his father’s legs for just a little while longer. Gale, who had Aiyane and Aerise over either of his shoulders, nearly dropped them in excitement when he saw the baby. He didn’t but did set them down with a fervor so his hands could be free to make faces at the child.

Aviva and Billy joined the gathering next. As she did with Anri and Wyn, Nerys hugged each of them and kissed their cheeks. Aviva laughed throughout it, Billy was too surprised to react. Nerys instinctively reached to her back to show off the baby but found it bare. Ah yes, she’d handed the baby off. 

“One moment, don’t move.” She said, navigating the group until she was standing before Wyn. Ah yes, right where she’d left her. Returning to the pair, baby now in hand, she repeated the process of introducing her to them. 

Billy wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten roped into holding Ourania, but he surely was at one point. That is, until her small hand grasped very tightly around his short hair and began to pull. Since then, Aviva was expertly holding her in one arm as Nerys flitted excitedly from person to person. Billy was quiet next to her as he rubbed the spot on his head where the baby had nearly taken a chunk of his hair right off his scalp. 

Eventually the welcome party came to a close and Nerys took Ourania off for a nap. The group dispersed, promising to have a proper family dinner that night. The twins eventually were able to drag Kaz off to play while Leo had followed Aviva and Billy, who had offered to help carry the family’s things, off to their usual room. Nerys, now alone, found Anri walking the halls on his own. She slid up next to him, bumping his hip with her own to get his attention. Anri laughed and pushed her away by the head.

“It's been way too long, I don’t like being away from you like that.” Nerys said as she fell back into step with him. She watched as a small smile spread across his face. She adored it when he smiled.

“Agreed. Don’t stay gone that long again. Don’t go having babies without telling anyone.” Anri punctuated his demands with a nod that feigned sincerity and a finger wiggled in her face. Nerys stuck her tongue out in response. Anri rolled his eyes, attempting to upkeep the serious charade but failing as soon as Nerys erupted into laughter. The sound was too often contagious.

“This place is looking nicer everytime I come, you know.” Nerys finally said, elbowing him lightly in the arm. “It's always warm now. It feels more..” she paused to tap her chin, “homey.”

“Homey?” Anri questioned. “It is my home, I would hope it feels homey.”

“It's a lot of people’s home now.” She corrected. 

“Right.”

“A lot of people that love it. I think that’s what it is.” Nerys wasn’t often serious, but the way she spoke was heavy with a wistful appreciation for the place they’d built. “This place is full of love.”

“You’re right.” Anri’s smile met his eyes. “I don’t think I realized it could feel like that here.” He looked around at the hall way they walked down. For a moment, he took in the details of the walls, the carpets, the curtains. The little things that made this place what it was. The little things that held in them so much horror, that had seen so much tragedy, but stood still as pieces of the home they’d all built. He felt Nerys’s hand rest on his arm so he turned back to look at her. Her eyes were glassy.

“I’m glad they’re keeping an eye on my boy.” Tears pricked at her eyes, but they weren’t sad. Nerys was filled with pride. Mainly for Anri, for the person she’d watch him become, for the home she’d seen him build. All she’d ever wanted was his happiness, and he’d found that. 

Anri didn’t say anything. Instead he reached a hand out to pull Nerys into a hug, resting his head on the top of hers.

[ali-dot-txt]

the pokemon postal system finally comes through

not only can i finally bring at least some of the pokemon from my gimmick pokemon y playthrough i did before scarlet came out to my scarlet file, i can also bring my girl pretzel forward

below: my pokemon y character Fern and some of her pokemon on the champion screen. images are tremendously low-quality

(the gimmick of this playthrough is that i wanted to use an oshawott and a mismagius cause i had recently gotten plushes of them so i hex edited them in in place of my starter)

i also decided that Fern Emmitt, the trans (see the hat) protagonist of my pokemon y playthrough, was 14 in the fall and winter of 2013 when the game took place, and that she was also the cousin of the protagonist of my pokemon scarlet playthrough, Amanita Ibarra (who is cis and 14 in the fall and winter of 2022 when that game took place)

so in 2022, fern is 23 and a grad student studying pokemon evolution and lives mostly out of the public eye (because being publicly given a national medal of honor as a trans 14 year old in 2013 is not good publicity) (and she's also dating shauna because their rapport really struck me as gay on the replay in a way it Definitely Didn't when I was playing the game for the first time almost 10 years ago, possibly because i'm more aware of my own gayness now)

but yannow some of her pokemon don't adjust well to the sedentary life, they're trained as a battling team after all. so she's having to think about what to do and she's having to reckon with the tough choice of maybe giving them away to some upstart trainer who'll be good to them

but then she learns that her baby cousin amanita is an up-and-comer in paldea! she's a whole champion and everything, she's on her own journey, battling all sorts of people, having questionably homoromantic friendships with girls about her age, etc etc

and so this way she can give her pokemon what they want, and she can still visit them every so often, and if she ever feels like picking up the professional battler thing again she can just ask for them back.

so she sends em off to paldea. that's the backstory i've decided for this usage of pokemon home.

as for pretzel? uhhhhh fuck. fell into an ultra wormhole and landed in amanita's pocket. sure

meet Crowbar (originally Oshawott, now Dewott)

Genevieve (originally Misdreavus, now Mismagius) (side note: it takes SO LONG to get a dusk stone in pokemon y. it's like, just before the 8th gym. absurd)

Renard (Hawlucha)

and Rosaline (originally Flabébé, now Florges)

let's hope amanita takes good care of them.

honestly, there really is something about these mentorship narratives that get to me. somethin about passing on your skills, what you've learned, gained in your life, to someone who's where you used to be, hoping they'll take their own approach, make their own path?

maybe it's the fire emblem nerd in me but that's very emotional to me. and if i can make everyone involved gay, hey, all the better.

there's also something about the very specific Video Game Protagonist Neurodivergence the protag of scarlet/violet has. it's very relatable to me. someone's said something, here are your options for how to respond. i think a fanfic author could take advantage of that, and one day i may, once i take care of all these wips i have...

anyway, there's also something to the fact that pokemon y was the first pokemon i really engaged with as a kid who was growing into a Frequent Internet User. my first starter i ever picked in Y was the first pokemon I ever raised to level 100 completely legit, no rare candies or anything. i was real invested in that game for a real long time

so maybe it's that too. nostalgia i guess

man that reminds me i gotta replay pokemon sun one of these days.

hey it's almost like being able to feel emotions thanks to transitioning makes stories hit me differently! gosh if i put it that way there's a lot of stuff i need to replay, rewatch, reread...

well, that's for later.

(OH ALSO, PRETZEL. PRETZEL GETS TO COME TO PALDEA TOO)

(WHAT A SLEEPY GIRL. I LOVE HER DEARLY)

[ivfdoctordelhi]

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If you are ready to become a mother, let’s keep a wish list in hand like what food do you like to eat more, vitamins, medical supplements for getting energy, maintain the menopause timeline without depression and anxiety.

Lower body water intake

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Do you feel depressed every time! It could be a high toxic environment, workload, or body weight that created problems like the actual body mass index of a person according to height & weight.

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Keep afresh by doing medication, yoga, stretching, pranayam to relieve the mind from stress with better hormone health care and freshness of air for blood circulation. To foster healthy hormones, peace of mind always plays a significant role for good health management.

Sexual arousal for better moment

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[therealityhelix]

By Talos, This Can’t be Happening pt 16

It’s Tamriel Tuesday! Helix is good at the things she does.

Rated PG13 for: Blood, violence, sexual situations, bad puns, and other poor life choices.

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions

                                                        ?~?~?~?~?

He groaned into his encroaching awareness, begging it to retreat once again. Even after an admittedly amateur, yet earnest massage, he was still just so, so sore.

It made sense, of course. They'd spent the last however many days climbing mountains, running from monsters, fighting bandits and undead, sleeping outside on the ground, stressing out, and just moving nonstop.

Swag was pretty healthy nowadays, considering the circumstances, but...damn, it was a lot.

And  Helix...Helix had been far too stoic about it all. It wasn't normal, not for her. How badly was she hurting, if he felt like this?

He nuzzled the back of her head, and heard the pain in her slurred mumbling. Oh yeah, he had been right. He just hadn't been listening close enough before.

“Baby? We're taking a bed day today, okay? We've both earned it, and ain't nobody gonna be out and about today.”

She moaned an affirmative and rolled over to face him, her gray eyes bleary without her glasses.

Half her sight, huh? Was there a limit to how much one could sacrifice for magic like that? The cost seemed way too high to him, but she'd had really good reasons for her decisions. He didn't like those eyes any less for it, with their marks and striations like clouds reflected off a stormy sea.

His own nearsightedness was nowhere near as severe, merely smoothing out the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, smearing the scattering of white hairs back into the milk chocolate curls.

“Cutie.” he smooched the tip of her nose, and she snorted.

“M' a mess, and you know it.”

“Me too. We can be messy today, it's no big deal. Don't know bout you, but I need like, a week of relaxation after all that.”

“Won't get it. But...today for sure. I  don't wanna move at all.”

“Got anymore of that oil?”

“Yup. It's next to the water jug. You still smell nice.”

“Yeah, this stuff has some staying power. Not to mention it's all over the bedding now. This room is gonna smell like flowers forever. Oh well, could be worse.”

He stretched like a long cat, all stiff sinews and cracking joints, and she mimicked the action with a huge yawn. Purple bruises dotted them both, minor scrapes and cuts decorating their bodies in forbidden colors.

They gathered breakfast, freshened themselves up a bit, then retired to their borrowed room once more to enjoy themselves.

Swag snagged the little vial of oil, and worked the floral scent into every inch of her skin. He could feel the stiffness and tension in her legs, so much shorter than his own, and paid special attention to her rounded calves. Her bitten lip stifled soft noises, masking her pain in the way a cat might. She wasn't about to drag him all over the country while complaining about her own discomfort.

Helix was pretty used to traveling, and was clearly fairly good at living off the land as well, but she, like himself, had been mostly sedentary for the past near decade or so. They were neither of them in their twenties any longer, and some of their old activities were simply behind them. He sure as shit wasn't parkouring his ass across rooftops nowadays, and not just because he wasn't suuuuuuper fond of heights anymore. And he had long suspected that part of Helix's supernatural grace was just that-supernatural. She used her magic to lighten her steps without even thinking about it. Magic was so ingrained into her everyday life, every breathing moment...

This must really be like losing a limb. And she had barely let any of that pain and frustration show. His Starlight was fuckin' crazy sometimes but also...goddamn. Every now and then he recognized how much steel was in her bones.

“So I'm thinking,” he started, kneading into the tight muscle. “That I might look into the Fighter's Guild soon. Now I don't think I'm ever gonna be the kind of killdozer I've seen walkin' around town, but I could use a brush up on my skills anyhow. And maybe I can pick up some needlework in the downtime. If there's one thing I know we'll need wandering all over the damn place during political unrest, it's cash. Oh, and Teekie says he wants to see your potions. Might be able to get good money off them too.”

“Might, yeah.” She leaned her head against the wall. “We'll want to keep some back for ourselves though. Um, how do you feel about poison?”

“Uh...Not a way I'd like to go. Why?”

“I'm very good at making them. Narci, uh, disapproves, so I keep it all out of sight, but they're useful, and I wanted to know what your thoughts were before I started making any.”

“Oh. Well. Narci's got a really personal reason for all that, and I don't, so I guess it's not a big deal to me. You mean like food, or-?”

“Contact or injection, technically. You put them on a weapon, or throw them at the eyes. Or into food, if you've got that opportunity. I can make all kinds. Bottled bear spray. Things that can make you susceptible to certain kinds of magic. Purgatives. Things that target the vocal chords, paralyze, send you to sleep. All kinds of things.”

She'd left something out, but then, she usually did. But it was practical, wasn't it? To weaken an enemy in any possible way? To take any advantage you had? Refusing to use every resource available to you might seem noble, but just as often left you foolishly dead.

“Seems like a good idea, actually. Give us a leg up on the bears and trolls.”

She brightened up a little at his approval. So she was proud of this skill, even if multiple worlds decried it as something evil.

Poisoncraft and the art of the cane. This wasn't backsliding, was it? Surely not; Helix at least had nowhere to backslide to. She'd never been like him.

At least, he didn't think so.

He'd said that the day was for relaxing, but they were both of the type of personality that couldn't sit still for all that long. Back home, there were movies to watch, conspiracy theory videos to make fun of, video games to play. Their beautiful collaborative farming simulator wasn't gonna curate itself. Sometimes, when he was feeling especially spicy, he would throw on true crime documentaries and entertain her by bitching about how much of an idiot nearly everybody involved actually was.

She really loved it when U.S. got involved with that. Claimed she found it both hilarious and enlightening, but both he and his acidic half-self figured she just liked hearing them agree on things sometimes.

They made sure to 'coincidentally' have free time together for it occasionally. Ever-growing differences aside, they actually were almost always in accord about one thing.

He got restless just a bit before she did, but his fidgeting affected her, and soon they were up and looking for something to do. Swag had spotted what he was sure was a chess board upstairs, but that was a total no go. Helix and strategy games went together like Bligh Reef and the Exxon Valdez. She was so bad at them that it looped from endearing, to frustrating, back to endearing.

Instead, he invited her to show him how she intended to make these poisons for them, and was treated to a goddamn interactive thesis on alchemical theory, as it pertained to this world. He even got to help!

Things were extracted, crystallized, and distilled right before his eyes, and he got to squeeze juice out of mushrooms which was a new and gross experience. And finally, he got confirmation of what the little bottles actually were. Helix formed them directly out of what she called pure 'aetheric energy', which she told him was necessary to hold the magically infused final product. That was why the bottles disappeared after use; once empty, there was nothing to hold the solidified energy in place.

She pulled their misty forms right out of the air, and they sparkled like something from an eighties fantasy movie. She whispered the words of magic over them as they dripped into containment, various oils, tinctures, and decoctions taking on brilliant colors.

It was beautiful. But...

“Is there an easy way to tell these apart from the other potions?”

“Carry them on opposite sides of your belt.” she suggested. “Make sure you always know what you've got.”

“Living dangerously, I see. Okay, what's this one do?” He held up a thin, lime green vial.

“That one paralyzes you for a short time. Whole lifetime, if you're really unlucky. Wanna see? It doesn't hurt.”

She covered the opening with her fingertip and splashed it like a perfume bottle. Then she held her finger out to his lips.

Was she serious? She had that mischievous shine in her face, but he also knew she wouldn't do anything that would hurt him. He licked her fingertip.

And his body stopped moving.

She was right; it didn't hurt at all. He simply couldn't budge. It was a lot like when her natural magic enveloped him in rigidified atoms, and no amount of straining could make him move a micron. Only this was coming from inside, so no straining was even possible.

His eyes were locked on hers, tongue only partially back into his mouth in an expression he was sure must be goofy as hell, while she kept her hand outstretched. A few moments of that unblinking stare revealed that she was as frozen as he was. A few moments more, and the hold on him was broken.

“You knew it was gonna get you too.” he accused.

“Of course! It's a contact poison. But it can also be administered orally, or through the bloodstream. Really versatile. I just thought it would be funny. Consider it a show of my appreciation for your trust in me. I wouldn't do to you what I wouldn't do to myself.”

He grinned as she stoppered the bottle.

“We're both fuckin' crazy.”

“We're in good company then.”

She had her potions in a wide, shallow basket, all neatly organized-by her standards anyway. She definitely had a system, but it was clearly all her own. They hauled the basket upstairs to show their curious Guildmaster.

Teekeeus held the bottles up to the light, swirling them around, making thoughtful sounds. He handed them off to Alberic, who did the same, and then the rest, one by one.

“You have a gift for this.” Teekeeus mused. The others agreed.

“They're very clear. And very bright.” Angalmo said. “You put a lot of effort into preparing the materials, didn't you?”

Swag puffed up at the praise, even if it wasn't for him. Helix deserved it. She always put in so much work, and her results were always spectacular. He sometimes felt he couldn't provide the right kinds of compliments, since he just didn't know the minutiae of magic, and couldn't tell why something she did was great, just that it was.

Just saying 'wow that was neat', didn't seem adequate when he knew she was probably putting in all kinds of details and shit that he wasn't seeing. He should probably stuff his nose back into those philosophy of magic books upstairs. It was a good opportunity to understand her better.

“Would you, perhaps, be open to a trade?” Teekeeus asked, and a frenzy of items began changing hands. Swag saw a big chunk of crystal, some hard to come by alchemy ingredients, some jewelry, and even a few of those precious spellbooks. Everyone seemed in good spirits, which was a sight better than yesterday.

Helix divided up what was left between what she wanted to keep for them, and what she wanted sold, looking deeply satisfied. She'd said they might get a good price for them, but if the endorsement of the entire Mage's Guild was an indication, she could probably build a potion business empire that would sweep the continent. Maybe she didn't have the ruthlessness for that, but he certainly did.

That was why he was in charge of the finances.

They wandered their way into the library, but Helix declined to cuddle in one of the big overstuffed chairs.

“Need to concentrate in order to get this right.” she said, holding up her new spellbooks. She set herself up on the floor, snagging a cushion off one of the chairs instead. He grabbed a book full of magical debates and tried to understand.

He was seriously going to have to rewire his whole brain to get some of this stuff. The magic of this world had stiff rules, had been studied and recorded for thousands of years, and still...what the actual fuck did any of these words mean?

All he was really able to glean from this particular set of debates, was that Necromancy had been banned outright from the Mage's Guild, which, like, good. But wasn't actually illegal in Cyrodiil, which, bad. All that really did was drive Necromancers out of places where they might be easily watched, and out into the countryside, where they might form into groups, where the locals wouldn't be able to handle them, and where their experiments went completely unregulated.

Swag actually agreed with the orc sorceress who proposed that the basics of the school should be known to Guild mages, in order to more actively recognize and fight back against it, and he even felt betrayed when the afternote pointed out that she had been a Necromancer all along. Guess that's why he wasn't a mage. He never felt things should be so black and white, and figured mages would be more flexible, but the Guild was a government body, and had to put its foot down occasionally, it seemed.

But a Necromancy ban was something that would please Helix, and Helix was-

Helix was glowing.

He'd seen it before, the lights in her eyes, leaking from her mouth, and sometimes it evaporated from her body like sweat, but this time the glow was a mist cloud, surrounding her kneeling form, the book she was studying sublimating into it, page by page. The covers disintegrated, and the mist constricted to her body, a magical electroplating. With a burst of light, it was gone, and Helix leaned, disoriented, against the sturdy wood of the bookcase next to her.

So that was why she had chosen the floor. He put his book down and knelt beside her.

“So...was that supposed to happen?”

She mumbled something he didn't quite catch, as he righted her on her pillow, held her hand out, and a net of faint filaments formed to her.

“Take a swing at me.”

“Absolutely not.”

“It doesn't have to be hard or anything. I just want to make sure I've got this right.”

He flapped his hand in her general direction. It would have contacted her shoulder, but glanced off to the side instead. She heaved a sigh of relief.

“Oh, I can't tell you how glad I am to be able to do that again! I've felt so naked without my shields!”

The invisible armor that emboldened her to shove into the lives of such dangerous people as they. One step closer to her previous power. He hugged her, and felt the weird, wiggly magic trying to throw him off.

Helix wore those shields on most worlds, and even around most Riddlers, though she'd taken to dropping them on his world. It was a sign of precious and treasured trust, but if she'd kept up that habit, they might not even be here.

“I'm glad for you. Are there spells that can mimic all your magic?”

“Nothing perfect.” she said. “Even this shield is only temporary, and some things could still get through. It's going to be a long time before I can fly again, I'm afraid. And there's nothing that can replicate my bottomless purse. But this is a start. A good start. I really didn't want to have to wear armor. It feels so heavy and clunky on me.”

“I used to have a vest...eh, but I got rid of it a long time ago. After the first time U.S. showed up, actually. I realized it was kinda stupid to keep so much of my old stuff around where anyone...especially me...could get ahold of it.”

“Burned it?”

Swag scoffed.

“Nah, donated it all to a museum! Hell of a tax write-off.”

She laughed, retrieving her other book.

“Okay, you big brain. I'm gonna do this other one outside. It's uh...it's fire.”

Swag glanced around at all the extremely flammable things in the library.

“Yyyyuuuup! Let's go outside. I bet it's a beautiful day.”

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