#of course the woman should have guidelines too

[taliabhattwrites]

Less Fearmongering about Testosterone, Please, Or: There is no "Boy HRT"/"Girl HRT" Dichotomy

Hello folks, I'm a trans woman and I'm on testosterone gel.

As an immigrant to a regime that is currently setting trans standards of care on fire, there is no way I can acquire any of the drugs I need to put in my body through the official channels. I've been on E monotherapy (weekly injections, no T-blocker, works out really cheap and I have a few years' worth stockpiled) for a while now, and started T-gel about a year ago.

We initially grabbed it because my wife was interested in microdosing and I decided to do so with her (though she's on injections now). Most feminizing HRT regimes nuke our T levels to lower than the healthy range for cis women, and that frankly isn't good and can lead to various health issues. T is, ultimately, just a hormone, and even if I had too much of it in the past, I still need some of it to be healthy. One noticeable effect for me is that it's helped a lot with my energy levels.

In terms of acquisition, T is actually relatively abundant compared to E because a lot of cis men buy and take steroids, while most cis women who need E are just getting it prescribed by their doctors without much fuss. Our community is the only one that really has a need for E-compounders, while the population of people who consume steroids is way higher.

Funnily, our biggest challenge in acquiring the gel was just finding a forum that would point us to a gel supplier instead of just insisting that "Gel doesn't lead to enough gains, bro! Here just buy these injections." All very well-intentioned advice, of course, but that was very much not my goal and not what I needed.

Where I am, it's legal to purchase and own T, just not to sell it. T possession is not particularly harshly cracked down upon, given that its use amongst a certain crowd is basically an open secret. Gauge your level of risk but ultimately, the official policy on trans existence is discouraging transition and making it harder for us to be able to change our sex. A friend from Germany showed me this extract that explicitly advocates for therapy to dissuade bodily transition:

It's from the guidelines for transition-related care by the association of German health insurances!

If you can get it from a doctor, good. Do that and don't forget you'll constantly have to advocate for yourself. Even if you can, however, you should frankly have your back-up options sorted out, because we live in times increasingly hostile to transitional care, and we all need to have fallbacks.

Maybe the world will eventually become less trans-eliminationist, but in the meantime, transition is always going to carry with it a certain level of risk. All I can really advise is to take charge of your own bodily autonomy, to decide how you want to shape your sex, and if you feel like you can't currently do that, to start making plans for when you eventually can. That kept me going for five years in the closet, and eventually paid off.

Good luck, and death before detransition.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 12

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: I'm tryna rotate as much as possible.

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Her name is Margot. She’s talkative but kind. She guides you through everything with patience. Tells you when to close your eyes and look up, how to hold your head, when to pucker your lips. She even explains exactly what she’s doing and why she’s doing it. Despite her demeanour, you still feel utterly stupid. Rather, you feel inadequate. 

Another woman shows up shortly after, as a brush traces the line of your cheek. She introduces herself as Darla, she has a whole rack of dresses lined up for you. Another inward cringe threatens to compress your lungs. 

As Darla presents you with options, you find it hard to breathe. It’s all so overwhelming, especially as a third woman, Erica, appears to do your hair, and a fourth, Nia, to tend to your nails. You could faint as you’re pushed, pulled, and prodded from all sides. 

“I like the red,” Margot suggests as you hem and haw.  

The dresses are all nice but you don’t even know what you’re picking it for. Honestly, none of them suit you. Too much skin for your liking. Not that that stays much; your comfort is jeans and baggy tees.  

Erika hums, “what about the teal, lovey? I do think you’d look marvelous with those cutouts.” 

“Yes, it is a pretty colour. You have the complexion for it,” Darla remarks. 

They’re all so nice but there’s something pitying in their voices. You feel like a child. You don’t belong here. You especially don’t belong with Bucky, apparently, he knows that too. Why else would he have these women plucking and picking at you? 

Margot finishes and brings you a mirror. As you see yourself, you blanch. It’s not bad. In fact, she’s done better than you could ever manage but you don’t look like yourself. You don’t feel like yourself. If he wants you to be someone else, you don’t think you can do that. 

You feel yourself shrinking. Your shoulders slump and you wilt, stuttering but unable to say a word. Margot touches your shoulder. 

“What is it? Hon, have I done something wrong?” 

“No, no,” you croak and bring your hands to your throat, “it’s nice. Really nice but... I need some air.” 

“Of course, Darl, Nia,” she shoos away the stylist pinning your hair, “let her up.” 

The women back off and the fourth watches you from the rack, still holding a sparkly black get-up. You search the room and swiftly head for the door. You let yourself into the hall, fanning yourself with your half-done acrylics. You’re happy at least they aren’t long. 

You pace back and forth, watching your feet pass over the pattern of the hotel carpet. You can run. You could just leave right now. The thought only makes your stomach hurt. No, you can’t. Not after he’s gone to all this trouble. You’d hate to seem ungrateful. 

You continue your incessant laps back and forth outside the door. You hear footfalls from around the corner and pause. You should go back in before someone sees you. You grab the handle. Shoot, it’s locked. You wiggle it as a shadow appears at the end of the hall. You gulp and peer down. 

It’s him. You lean on the door and face Bucky. He wears a dark blue jacket over a black shirt and black pants. There’s patterning sewn into his jacket, subtle spirals all around. His dark hair his combed back to the ends flip out behind his ears and his dark beard glints with silver strands, a patch more obvious on his chin. He’s strikingly handsome. So much so, you can’t understand why you’re there. 

His brows form a vee as he nears and he tilts his head, a tick in his cheek, “what’s going on, doll?” 

“Um, just... locked out,” you turn the handle again to emphasize your point. 

“No, what’s....” he looks at you and gestures up and down with his hand, “no, this won’t do.” 

You blink and pout. After all that and you’re not good enough. He raps on the door with his knuckles and there’s some scuffing from inside before Margot opens it. She steps back to let you in and greets Bucky by name. 

“This isn’t what I wanted,” he urges you ahead of him, his hand firmly around your arm, “it’s too much. She doesn’t need all this. I told you, just a little enhancement. I don’t want her looking like a Barbie.” 

“Sorry, sir, it’s... standard.” 

“Doll,” he stops you with him as he plants himself near the racks of dresses. The women watch him anxiously. “What do you think? The make up; you like it?” 

You peer around and stare at Margot. She worked so hard and it isn’t that it’s bad work. She made you look gorgeous but you just don’t like all the layers. You slant your mouth one way then the other. 

“Be honest,” he insists. 

“I... It’s pretty but a bit... heavy?” You eke out. 

“I agree,” he lets you go, “I appreciate the hard work, Marg, but I want to see her natural beauty shining. And these dresses...” he turns, “these aren’t right. I said light. I said... Mm, no. Doll, what’s your favourite colour?” 

He faces you as you stand in shock. You feel horrible that he’s reproaching them like this. They’ve done all this for you and he’s just going down a list of everything wrong. 

“Erm, purple, I guess but--” 

“Darla, get her something purple. Lavender? Lilac?” He looks at you for confirmation and you just nod. You won’t correct him. “Erica, finish her hair, something a bit less... stuffy. Margot, clean her face up. Nia, the nails are looking good.” He turns to you and takes you by the shoulders, “and you, all you gotta do is be your cute little self, alright?” 

You gulp and nod. You don’t know what to say. He saves you from a response as he brings his hand up under your chin. He leans in to kiss you and your cheeks flame at the awareness of your audience. He pulls back and caresses your cheek before parts completely. 

He checks his watch, “don’t got all night.” 

He marches off, leaving you dumbfounded. He’s like a hurricane, coming in and blowing everything out of sorts. You look around guiltily. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” Margot assures with a smile, “come, let’s get you fixed up, dahling.” 

She beckons you over and sits you back down. You give your hand back to Nia to finish the manicure as Erica once more goes to work on your hair. You stare at the wall and let out a nervous sigh. 

“That’s cute,” Margot says, “the way he looks at you.” 

“Hm, yeah,” Erica agrees, “he definitely has the eyes for ya.” 

You close your eyes as Margot gently wipes away the make up with a cool cloth from a package. You shrug, trying not to move too much, “he’s nice. He... did all this. Just for me. I... I didn’t ask for it. I’m sorry he didn’t like it.” 

“No, baby,” Nia says, “this isn’t about us. It’s about you. What do you like?” 

You open your eyes again and frown. That’s a good question. You lower your gaze to your lap and exhale heavily. 

“I’m figuring it out,” you murmur, “I don’t... I don’t get out much.” 

“Oh, this must be so exciting for you,” Erica trills, “oh, how fun.” 

“I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time,” Nia adds, “don’t be nervous. Just enjoy yourself.” 

“Can’t be that hard,” Margot clucks, “on a handsome man’s arm, pretty as a bow,” she cleans her brushes as she talks, “it’ll be a great night. I’m thinking...” she peruses her chest of makeup, “natural tones. A dewy look. Natural, subtle.” 

“Okay, uh, yeah,” you agree, “that sounds nice.” 

“Hmmph,” Erica hums, “she’s a sweetie, isn’t she, ladies?” 

“Nicer than the last one,” Nia cackles. 

You stiffen and shift in the chair. You look at the nail tech then Margot as she compares a tube to your face and shakes her head. You push your lip against your teeth and let it flick out. 

“Last one?” You whisper. 

The women share a look and smile, “well, Mr. Barnes is notorious. Surely, you know.” 

“Oh,” you think of the headlines you scrolled through online, “well, yes, I know. I guess... I didn’t catch what you meant.” 

“Enjoy it. I’m sure you’ll get a few pretty baubles out of it,” Nia says, “and some memories to long for when you’re old like us.” 

“Old,” Margot scoffs, “speak for yourself.” 

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I know. I’m just... another girl.” 

“Oh, dahling,” Margot intones, “but he seems really fond of you, doesn’t he? Maybe he’ll keep ya around a bit longer, eh?” 

You just sit there. You knew better than to believe it was anything but the obvious but it’s still a hard pill to swallow. You stare blindly ahead as Margot remoisturizes your skin. 

“Didn’t mean to upset you,” Margot says. 

“I’m not, I just...” you swallow, “I’m nervous.” 

“Mm, nervous? Well, I think that’s what the bar is for. Erica, fetch some of that rose. She needs a glass, Stat.” 

Your mouth opens to protest but you think better of it. You’ve already caused them enough trouble. You thank them instead and try not to let your shame burn through. They know why you’re there and they’ve left no doubt in you of the same. 

“Make sure to pour me some too,” Margot chirps. 

🃏

You stop after one glass. It makes your inside bubbly and eases the tension just enough that you’re not jittering. You feel better but still not certain. 

The women confirm your fears. This isn’t going to last. It’s not like you didn’t expect as much but hearing it is all the more real. You’re going to have to come up with yet another lie to tell. This one will hurt the most because it will be at least halfway true; you’re still a loser. 

You’ll try to take their advice. You’ll enjoy this night; this once in a lifetime experience. You don’t think you’ll ever be in a casino again in your life. They’re not for you. All of this is just above you. It’s better suited to someone like your sister. You can’t help but wonder why it isn’t Roxie here. 

The clock ticks. Well, not truly. The digital numbers count down the minutes as you linger in the suite alone. The gaggle of women left only a few minutes ago but not without a promise that you’re happy. You are, at least with all they did for you. 

You approach the mirror, almost shying away from your own reflection. You look nice. You might even call yourself pretty. Your eyes look more brilliant with the subtle lining and the precisely coated lashes; not too heavy. And your lips, shiny but natural, your cheeks dewy with a hint of colour to them.  

And the dress. Lavender satin with crystals embedded in the fabric, lines of smaller ones interconnecting the larger stones. You turn and check your figure. You look grown up. It’s ridiculous to think but you do. The heels help, not too high but enough to define your legs. 

You turn and tear your gaze away from the mirror. You don’t want to be vain. Besides, you probably don’t look that good. You just look better than usual. The comparison is enough to skew your perception. 

As you teeter on the heels, waiting, for what, you don’t exactly know. You can surmise what it will all lead to. What he intends. You can’t deny it any longer. A man doesn’t do all this for altruistic mean and even you aren’t that pitiful. Well, you hope not. 

A knock at the door trips you up. Your heart lurches. You’re not ready. But it’s getting late and you know it’s inevitable. You can’t move or speak. You just stare towards the door. 

You hear it open. You blink a Bucky’s shadow appears on the carpet and he strides into your sight. Your eyes meet his and his blue irises sparkle as he sees you. He stops and put his hand to his chest. His forehead lines and he bites his lip. 

“Wow, doll,” he rasps breathily and slowly steps forward, “you look...” 

You press your hands to your sides and give a toothy expression, not quite a smile, not quite a grimace. Sweat speckles along your neck as his gaze bores into you. You’re even more self-conscious as he closes in. 

“I don’t know,” you murmur. 

“What don’t you know?” He asks as he reaches for you and takes your hand. He draws you near, “huh? Look at you, doll.” He purrs, “you look spectacular.” His other hand grazes down your side and he squeezes your hip as he holds you at arm’s length and ogles you, “mm, damn. You wanna know what I know?” 

You peer up at him from beneath your lashes, “what?” 

“That you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. I’m a lucky man to have you walking the floor with me tonight,” he drops your hand and frames your other hip, drawing you to him, “I have half a mind to keep you up in this room.” 

You choke. Your lower lip trembles and you shake your head, “that’s nice but...” you look away. 

“But? You don’t believe me, doll? You think I’d lie?” He challenges. 

“N-no, I didn’t say—but--- before---” you sputter and put your hands on his forearms, “there were others and they were prettier.” 

“Doll, don’t worry about before. This is now. You aren’t them and I’m telling you, you are beautiful,” he trails his hand up and nudges your chin. You look at him again, your cheeks shaking as you try to smile. “Here.” 

He takes your hand, his eyes clinging to yours as he watches you. You can’t look away. Not this time. He leads your hand up his jacket and slips it beneath. He presses it to his chest. You feel the taut muscle beneath and something else. 

“You got my heart racing, doll,” he growls. “That ain’t a lie.” 

[upat4amwiththemoon]

amelia shepherd x fem!reader that’s an intern or resident who keeps logging in hours on neuro when they aren’t really interested in it just to see amelia. and eventually amelia noticed and asked why. i don’t really have an idea for an ending but like fluff

girls

Summary: They’re so pretty it hurts.

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd x female!reader

Warnings: my medical knowledge is zero, Scout doesn’t exist

Word count: 911

a/n: Amelia is keeping the whole show together

masterlists | guidelines

“Y/N.” Amelia smiles as she sees the woman she has gotten to know well these past months. “More neuro hours, huh? Should I feel threatened you’ll take my spot as the head of neuro one day?” She grins, holding onto the tablet with all of her patients’ information.

Y/N laughs, following Amelia as they start walking. “No way. I don’t think you should be threatened by anyone.”

“I agree.” Handing the tablet to Y/N, Amelia opens the door to a room full of MRI scan images. They stand there for a moment, watching the images. “What do you see?”

Straightening her posture, she clears her throat and stares at the pictures more closely. “Uhm…a brain tumor?”

“Are you asking me?”

“No.” Y/N shakes her head quickly, turning her gaze to Amelia. “It’s a brain tumor.”

“It is.” Amelia takes down the pictures. “What do we have to do?”

“Do a biopsy to figure out what type of tumor it is.”

Nodding, she puts the pictures aside and gestures for Y/N to follow her. They walk through the hospital hallways, all the way to the patient’s room. “Good morning, Mrs Noceda”. Amelia smiles as they settle into the room. She gives Y/N a look, giving her the moment to present the patient.

“Mrs Noceda, 53 years old, came to the hospital yesterday due to multiple complications, a MRI scan was made and a tumor was found.” Y/N lists, her eyes staying on the patient and Amelia. “Today’s agenda will be biopsy, which will tell us how to proceed.”

“Does that sound good?”

“Of course, you know best, Doctor Shepherd.” Mrs Noceda has a gentle smile on her face despite everything going on.

“Then we will get you into biopsy right away. Y/N will come and prepare you in just a moment.” Amelia takes the tablet from Y/N after they walk out of the room. “Make sure we have an OR ready soon, then prepare Mrs Noceda for the biopsy.” She writes the new information down on Mrs Noceda’s file.

“Yes, Doctor Shepherd.”

“You’ll join me on the biopsy.”

Y/N’s eyes widen momentarily, but she manages to keep herself in check. “If you wish so, Doctor Shepherd.”

“If you wish so?” With furrowed brows and a confused grin, Amelia turns her attention to Y/N. “A little more excitement would be great.”

“Sorry, I truly am very excited to be in this with you.”

She doesn’t look convinced, but there’s no time to dwell on the details. “Alright. Go get everything ready.”

“Yes, Doctor Shepherd.” With that, Y/N is off to book an OR and prepare Mrs Noceda for her biopsy.

After the biopsy, Y/N and Amelia are waiting to hear back from the lab to get the results. The latter is tapping her fingers against a table as she moves back and forth on the chair. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” Y/N is sorting through papers. They’re cases from different branches, ortho, peds, general, cardio, and so on.

“Don’t take this as an attack,” now Y/N’s attention moves to Amelia, “why do you keep logging hours in neuro? You don’t seem too interested in it. Which I don’t get, neuro is easily the best and you’re really good at it.”

”Oh.” Y/N avoids eye contact. She didn’t think Amelia would notice her lack of interest to neuro despite the many hours she spends with the doctor. “Well…” she searches for words, though it’s clear she isn’t finding any.

“Are you here because of me?” Amelia has a playful grin on her face, which changes immediately as she notices Y/N somehow becoming even more uncomfortable. “You are?”

She lets out a breath, her cheeks puffing as she nods. “Maybe.” Her voice is a quiet mumble.

Amelia doesn’t know how to answer, not expecting this to be the actual reason for Y/N’s decision to spend time in neuro. She sits up straighter, pulling the chair closer to Y/N with her legs.

“I understand if you wish me to stop doing neuro.” Y/N says quickly.

She shakes her head. “I want you to do neuro if you enjoy it. I don’t want you to be here while wishing to log more hours into something else.” Her voice is gentle and comforting. “You are an intern, and I am in a position of power,” Y/N opens her mouth, but Amelia raises her hand to stop her, “however, I would be lying if I said I haven’t gotten…attached.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” Amelia smiles when Y/N’s whole face brightens. “Don’t get too excited. All of this, whatever it is, has to happen slowly and discreetly, preferably out of the hospital.”

“I understand.”

“And you have to start logging hours into the branches you’re actually interested in.”

Y/N’s face falls momentarily, but she smiles quickly. She knows it’s for the better, she won’t become a good doctor by pining after someone while doing something she isn’t interested in. “Okay. I’ll start logging hours on other things too.”

“Good.”

“So…” Y/N fidgets with her fingers. “Does that mean we could go on a date?”

“We’ll go on a date. After we help Mrs Noceda with her tumor.”

She giggles in excitement. “Yes, Doctor Shepherd.” Amelia rolls her eyes with a grin, patting her arm before moving her chair right next to Y/N, curious with the other cases she’s studying.

[katerinaaqu]

👉👈 saw the posts about the ages in the odyssey/iliad

And was wondering do we know how much time (roughly) passed between the suitors of helen made the oath and the start of the trojan war?

Aka how old was Odysseus when he suggested the idea with the Oath and got at the very least engaged with Penelope

Hello Hello! Thank you so much for the question and I am sorry if it is long!

As you know I estimated Odysseus's age in my analysis to be around his mid-30s at the beginning of the war, mid to final 40s at the events of the Iliad till the end of the war and in his mid to final 50s when he returns home to Ithaca. That being said he is one of the oldest kings around probably (although the others of the same age group are most likely close enough)

Time line is not cut clean of course given the many different sources that exist. Apollodorous has a very extended timeline. I believe he got inspired by local traditions but also the phrase that Helen uses at Iliad that she has been "20 years there" which most likely is a euphemism to say "I've been here too long". He has a very extensive timeline that makes the heroes have two gatherings that are a decade apart but I think that is way too outstretched of a timeline so I go with the more simple one at least as far as Homer is concerned with one gathering at Aulis (or even if there was anoter gathering not it being like 10 years apart, that makes the timeline too extensive). I believe there is a general agreement though in the sources that roughly a decade passes from the Oath of Tyndareus till Paris's arrival to Sparta and Helen going with him to Troy. There are some sources that say they spent around a year roaming about in a sort of honeymoon where they consumate their marriage. So I should say around a decade passes from the Oath of Tyndareus till the moment the war breaks out. Maybe with one or two years of difference for the preparation.

Now that second part is interesting. There isn't much to suggest on the maritable ages of the Mycenaean times but during classical Athens the ideal age for marriage for men was considered 30 and for women around 16. I am using this as a guideline but I believe that the ages of mid-20s was a reasonable age for someone at the bronze age to consider marriage. By some accounts Odysseus wasn't even entirely bothered to bring gifts to Helen because he wasn't convinced he had chances with her. That being said that must have been beyond his appearance or his wealth. My estimation would be his age too if let's say he had to compete against Menelaus or Aias/Ajax who were both quite younger than what he was (particularly Ajax)

My estimation is that he was in his mid-final 20s (somewhere between 26 and 28 or 29). Penelope, by my logic, should have been at least a decade younger in order for her 20 years later to still be considered for marriage and having children so obviously she wasn't his age otherwise she would be in her 50s in the Odyssey and even by modern day standards women are not particularly fertile if at all in their 50s. So my estimation is that she must be tops in her mid-40s in the Odyssey making her anywhere between the ages of 16 to 19 when she meets Odysseus. That is even further backed up by the fact that Agamemnon says that he left Penelope a "young bride' (νύμφην και νέην) which is translated both as "newlyweds" or "young wife" implying that Penelope was considered a young woman when she married.

Now I am not sure how much we can assume on engagements in Bronze Age unless it was two kids from families promised to each other. In fact sources like Pausanias speak on how Icarius tries to stop Penelope and Odysseus returning to Ithaca because he wanted Odysseus to remain to Laconia. Odysseus gives Penelope the choice to continue their marriage or stay with her father, implying they were already married by that time he traveled to Sparta.

So yup I believe he was in his mid or final 20s so that around 10 years later he is forced to join the Trojan War in his 30s, finishes by his 40s and finally returns home in his 50s I hope this helps or makes sense to you ^_^

[all-hallows-street]

Lingzi's Odaibako/Twitter Answers Collection Volume 2

Continuing the compilation of Lingzi's Odaibako answers. Click here for Part 1.

You can still send questions/comments/requests through Odaibako but please be respectful and mindful! As the author stated they will not respond to any questions or suggestions about future content! Also do not spam, Lingzi answers in rare bursts so they might not get to answer your comment any time soon.

A few clarifications. I will skip some doodle requests/drawn answers and will compile them later in a post with all of Lingzi's twitter drawings. Everything with [] marks an edit so the English sounds more natural.

16. Hello. I have a question. There is a scene where Nini imagines (delusions) having a child with Lily. Can demons and angels actually have children? Is there a mix of devils and angels? I was curious because angels themselves don't seem to reproduce.

Yes, that's just Neil's fantasy. Angels don't have the ability to reproduce~

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17. Hello Teacher Lingzi I'm Japanese and I'm learning Chinese. I would like to translate your manga All Saints Street into Japanese. But I understand copyright. Can I translate your comics and quote your images? (Also cite sources, of course.) Or is it difficult for an individual to do this?

Ah, sorry, I haven’t looked at the question box for a long time 😂 I don’t know if it’s too late to answer now 🙏🙏😭 If it is only for the purpose of learning and communication, it is no problem to translate comics that have been released for free! 👌👌

Very important answer for me lol.

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18. Do you have the names of the demon representative and the vampire representative? (Other representatives too) I like it very much😭

That's a new character created by the animation team, and I don't know him either... (laughs)

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19. Hello! I am Japanese. I learned about Halloween Street through anime and fell in love with it! I particularly like Ira. I want to know what kind of woman Ira likes🙇‍♂️💕︎💕︎ I like your comics❣️

Does it mean love in love...? I think he might not be interested in women... nor other genders... He is mainly not interested in relationships, but if I have to choose one trait, I think he might like [loves and is good at playing games] 】Female w

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20. Seven-year-old Anna looks similar to a seven-year-old human, so Damao must be in his twenties? How long is a werewolf's lifespan?

The lifespan of a werewolf is almost the same as that of a human, and Damao should be around 25↑🤔

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21. Hello Teacher! In the anime, Neil's age is stated to be 16 years old, but I read that in the original story, the devil is 80 years old and becomes an adult. Are the age settings different between the anime and the original?

Regarding this... I checked with the screenwriter of the animation before. They forgot the setting of the comic, so they wrote it according to the age of human beings 😂😂 So just think that the settings of animation and manga are different!

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22. Hello, teacher! I don’t know if there is a detailed setting for this, but I am a little curious about whether the ice cream that the devil eats (the name is really apt) is a real soul (?) Can the devil in the All Saints Street world eat human souls?

It’s a real soul 😂 But what’s frozen into ice cream should just be the soul of the fruit (everything is alive👌) Yes, they should like evil spirits and the like.

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23. I really like Neil's design. I love Neil very much and I have all his belongings around me. Neil has one side of his hair braided. Why does he braid it? I like it because it's very pretty. Do you think this is fashionable? (I'm Japanese so the translation may be different)

The setting is because Neil's mother's family has the habit of wearing braids for generations, so he and Nick both have braids. (But the real reason is that I like to draw braids and think they are cute)

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24. Hello, Teacher Lingzi. Does FENZ have any guidelines for doujin activities? (I would like to know if there are any rules like HMCH, such as distributing doujinshi but not producing goods.)

As far as I know, it has never been posted🤔...So I can't give a formal answer to this question. It's just for reference...As long as you don't take the official pictures privately ( Official comics + animation) should be fine if you print pirated copies and sell them, and do fan activities...

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Two similar questions are answered at once.

25. Hello! I recently learned about this through an anime translated into Japanese. All the characters are really cute and I really love them! Will a Japanese translation of the original manga be released…? I really want to read the original… When will the Japanese version of the Manseonggae original comic be released?

Because there are really many people asking about the Japanese single volume, I will give a unified reply here: Thank you for your interest in comics, but… I really don’t know! 😂😂😂 I basically won’t be involved in anything other than [conceiving + drawing] comics, so I really don’t know…but I haven’t heard any relevant news yet, so it should be…not available yet Plan it!

(It's been a year since and there are still no news about an official Jpn manga publication)

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26. Hello, excuse me for asking! Previously, you answered in the question box that angels do not have the ability to reproduce, but how are the genders of angels determined? Sorry for the Japanese. I would appreciate it if you could answer. My favorite work🥰

Being infertile does not mean that you have no reproductive organs🫢(probably) I think you can imagine the body of an angel as that of an infertile human 🤔

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27. Hello Teacher! Does Abu have a sense of pain? If there is something that everyone has that Abu doesn't, or something that Abu has that everyone doesn't? Please let me know!

I still feel pain, but it’s a special place... Maybe it’s because I’m less sensitive to cold and warm. Even if I only wear T-shirts all year round, it’s OK, but I still wear them with the four seasons in order to better integrate with everyone. To change clothes.

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28. Hello teacher~ I just discovered that there is a teacher’s account on Twitter a while ago, so I looked at all the pictures on Twitter. The series on Ira is really warm and cute, but at the end I saw Ira lying on Teacher Lin’s shoulder. It made me think, is it possible for him to lie on top of others like this (stealing) and moving (lazy)? After all, hiring someone to hold a parasol in summer is equivalent to getting a free taxi without having to prepare sunscreen. Although I don’t know how to deal with the clothing issue.

Haha, it’s because of the clothes that he usually doesn’t do that. Although it’s really convenient... If you can change clothes at home, the probability of turning into a bat is higher. Forget it outside, the clothes will fall off. On the ground~

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29. Can devils go into church? 🤔 for example if someone they know gets married at a church do they just have to stand outside? wwww

Oh I never thought about that before, but I think you are right[.] They may not be able to get into the church

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30. Hello teacher, I’m interrupting you again (although I am anonymous). I want to ask this time, will an angel still be an angel without a halo? To be more specific, it probably disappears. Also, can angels share halos?

Logically speaking, the angel's halo will not disappear, but it may be damaged and destroyed. If it is broken, just go back to heaven and apply for a new one😌👌It's not a big problem. Yes, Lily also secretly used Teacher Lin’s aperture.

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Continue in Part 3

[lizardsexposed]

thing is is like im a cis person right and a cis woman

and if i kinda think about it and forget all the brain rot online. ppl tryna get me to think about ~gender issues~ and vote on it is so weird

cuz on a day to day basis i spend exactly 0 seconds a day thinkin about trans ppl. sometimes i see a woman who is kinda like obviously transitioning but the same way i wouldnt say to a woman with short hair U LOOK LIKE A MAN GET AWAY FROM ME!!! cuz that would be weird. like why would i do that. i dont go for a piss in the toilet and think oh god what if the person next to me has a cock?

a lot of the pubs i drink in have rly small toilets were the cublicles and urinals are in the same room. just cuz logistics mean that has to be the case. u walk past the urinals on the way to the stall. its just normal im not there like hmm i must see these ppls cocks

on like a gender transitioning basis do i think hormones should be given out under doctor prescription? yeah of course. the same way i think u should have an abortion at home. also like puberty blockers n shit. idk why these are an issue, my friend had them when we were teenagers cuz she hit puberty too early and was over developing so idk why theyre making laws around this shit. i dont want ppl takin hormones and puberty blockers at home or worse DIY cuz if that shit goes wrong, as a tax payer im payin for fixin the problem if someone gets dodgy pills. id rather it was just right the first time and done under guidelines

all in all its kinda like despite articles telling me i should care deeply about this shit and vote on, i don't. i really dont care. what im now having to vote on cuz its forced down my throat is protections of trans ppl cuz i dont want them hurt. but if this had never become a debating issue it would never have forced my hand.

idfk like i rly dunno why i should be anti trans. like the worst thing i can ever imagining happening is im gettin down n nasty with a trans girl and it turns out she has a cock and i just say 'sorry i am not into cock. im gonna have to stop here' and they go oh :c and then i feel bad. like idk what else could happen. like 'oh a scary trans person could attack me in a bathroom' like so could a fuckin cis woman??? this has never happened to me nor do i know anyone who it has happened to. the only time i know someone who was attacked in a bathroom the victim was trans and the perpetrator a cis man.

idk man i just dont know why theyd expect me to hate trans ppl like they have not given me any reason other than apparently i just just fear being near trans ppl. which is literally insane

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LWTTT:Firewatch

Cw:Mentions of alcohol,attachment issues,Scenes that discuss discrimination for ethnic/black hairstyles.

Summary: As part of his ranger duties, Lucas to train as firewatch under the wing of Mr.Eliott Kingsman, it turns out that being stuck woth a Man in a tower for 8 hours Straight makes sociabilization a rule more than a guideline.

A/n: Based,of course,on the game Firewatch:3c,as always if I made any mistake in tackling some of the themes here please lmk. Im happy to change and correct anything in here.

With his cabin all set up, Lucas has finally finished moving in. All the radio equipment up and connected,his things left in the right place and all boxes unpacked.

He takes a deep breath,calmness taking over him now that everything is done. He rubbs his eyes and lets out a tired sigh,moving in is always such a hassle.

--I Need a coffee--He mutters,going to his coffee maker and setting a Cup down. He turns on the machine and puts in some grounded up coffee in the machine.

The coffee maker comes to life with a whirr and sets the pot on its spot. The song and dance all too known to him, practically he lives off of caffeine.

All he can hope is that the dust that hangs in the air doesnt get into his Cup,and if it did that It doesnt mess with the taste of the coffee. He knows he should clean again,but Jesus, its a pain.

Did he even have the right supplies?. Hopefully Homa-Mart can help him out.

The coffee maker lets out a dry chime,meaning the drink is ready. He pours the brownish liquid into his Cup and adds a bit of cream,stirrs it and goes to drink a sip.

He takes in the silence of the place around him, theres barely the noises of nature with chirping birds,rustling of treetops And blushes. Its..peacefull, and he hasnt lived anything like this in a while.

But his peace is disturbed as he sneezes, a loud noise that mightve startled anyone in the vecinity

"Okay yeah,i need to clean up" He thinks with a scowl, going to check his box with cleaning supplies, which is in a corner.

Setting down the cup,Lucas starts to rummage through, hoping he can find something that Will help with dust whilist he drinks his coffee.

Five minutes go by where he starts to Grab a few supplies and gets thing ready to clean up. And just when he was going to get a bucket of water for cleaning,he heard a knock on the door.

--Mr.Cole!--Comes the muffled voice of Sally Witherspoon.--Sorry for the early morning intrusion but theres something you need to know

Lucas sighs,a little annoyed but sets down the bucket and walks to the main door. He checks the peephole and sees that effectively,Miss Witherspoon was there,something under her arm.

He opens the door and smiles politely--Morning,Miss.

--Morning,Mr.Cole-- Sally smiles with politeness. Her Jheri curls falling across her forehead, her dark grey eyes a little tired but kind-- Sorry for the intrusion.

Shaking his head,he answered-- dont worry.What do you need?

-- As part of your ranger duties you'll have to take up the post of firewatch-- she explained,taking from under her arm a file and handing it over to him-- Heres the information you need. Our current firewatch,Mr.Kingsman,Will show you the ropes

--Oh uhm...--He hesitates,not Keen on spending so much time with a stranger--How Many hours exactly?

Sally thinks for a moment,wavering numbers in her brain--About eight hours per day I believe.

His lips purse but he nodds--Okay,good. Uh,i was just cleaning up. So...

The woman nodded--I understand,Have a good day Mr.Cole

--You too,miss--He nodds at her and goes back in,closing the door behind him and walks into his livingroom--fuck me,just what I need.

Just when he thinks hes going to make progress on his hunt for Rainbow, something throws a wrench in his plans. But he couldnt say no,it was his responsability and he might get the boot if he doesnt.

So,he throws the file on the table and goes to clean. Hopefully it helps with clearing his head.

-♡-

In the file theres standard stuff,protocol, uniform, and a list of things that he had to do as a firewatch. Plus the date of when his training would begin , that being Next week.

At least he could take his time to make peace with the fact that hes going to be socializing and stalling his Real motive as to why hes here.

But now his house is clean, and by now midday has settled, so he better make some lunch for himself and get ready for some more work during the afternoon.

Its odd how domestic life has felt since he moved to Milton-Haven, a proper routine, a solid place to rest. It feels both so unnatural and yet so good to have a place to call home, after weeks of living in his van well...everything becomes a good upgrade.

He sits on the couch,lunch long since eaten. Its a nice warm day, summer is both a blessing and pain sometimes, but the constant sunlight and green leaves are a nice sight- Especially to someone like Lucas,who sees the peaceful Beauty in it.

And he also realizes hes getting too attached to this house,to This place. He meant to not do that,this house is has a purpose,and this place just contains something hes looking for.

Lucas hes been trying hard not to get attached to anyone,they can be leverage, and worst of all...

Because doesnt trust himself to not hurt them.

He already has a history of hurting people he cares about.

Whose to say it wont happen again.

Yet speaking of people who he cares for, the loud ringing of his telephone makes him jump from his spot on the couch. A sudden,rash movement where he grips the arm rests and feels like a cat who just got startled.

--Jesus fucking-!--He exclaims,chest drummig with his violent heartbeat. Rapid,ragged breath which barely fills his lungs-- who the hell could it be?!

With anger and a bit of shame at his own reaction, he grabs the phone and answers. --Hello?--He asked,voice a little too harsh.

--And who took a shit on your breakfast?--Comes the voice of Jane Zhao,a good friend of his from the army.

--Goodness gracious, woman!--He chided,voice breaking-- You scared me! I was thinking about stuff!

--Oh thank god I stopped you before you hurt yourself then!

He scowls, feeling like a kid who is getting messed with by an adult. Jane was like his heart aunt, and despite nearing 80,she is his biggest support and bully. A sassy old woman she was.

--What do you want,Jane?--He slump back ln the couch and setting the base of the telephone on his lap. In his voice its clear hes not in the mood for any jokes.

--Oh dont be so sour-- the old woman said with faux concern-- I just want to check in on you

--'m okay,settling in-- he answered, looking out a nearby window,his voice is just a little too heavy.

--Uh-huh-- by the sound of her voice she doesnt believe him-- are you sure theres nothing on your mind?

--The only thing on my damn mind is that you scared me shitless!--He growled,scowl deepening.

Silence. Heavy silence.

Oh shit.

--Jane i-

--Lashing out? Now thats not the Lucas I know--Jane sounds soft, genuienly concerned like the mother she was.

He sighs loudly, holding his nose bridge --Sorry. God,im so sorry. Everythin' has just been...a lot.

--C'mon, whats on your mind kiddo?

God,that stupid nickname still hits him so hard.

Its so tough to hold back his tears,but he manages-- its just- its just...I have to meet the firewatch guy. Hes going to train me and ill spend at least eight hours a day for god knows how much and i...

--Youre scared to get attached?

How does she know him so well?

--Somethin' like that--He answered,trying to act tough and like nothing bothered him

And he swears shes snickering, but he concentrates on the greenery outside his home,past his porch. The grown trees,the green Grass and the blue,blue Sky.

--Well,I understand where you come from--The old woman added,voice softening and cooing-- I understand, especially after...--She clears her throat-- you know everything.

He lets out a grunt,he knows she knows.

But she continues talking-- But take this as a fresh start.

--Im not here for a fresh start

--life doesnt always give you what you want,kiddo-- She answers with a hint of amusement in her voice. He can just picture the small,smug smile on her wrinkled face and the look of playfullness in her old ,warm eyes.--Sometimes it gives you what you need...

--And that is?

--Dont make me say it, lucas--She chided,as if he already knew her answer.

--C'mon,Say it

--Youre not going to like it--Jane answered with a sing-songy voice. Shes playfull but also trying to get her point across.

Lucas is a little tired of mind games,Jane always had a way to get on his nervers--Try me

She lets out a snort,a long snort with genuine amusement. It makes him smile a little--Friends! Friends you stupid crud muffin!

Oh,oh God.

With shame creeping up on him,his head hangs low. His face darkening with blush,well- he got this coming.

--Jane-

--No no,dont  "jane" me, young Man!--She chided,voice stern that made him remeber the times his own mom scolded him. It makes his back straighten at the mere memory-- you need Friends,goverment conspiracy or not. You need some Friends and fresh air. Youve got the fresh air covered and now you need-

--Who says I need Friends?--He asked,trying to play stupid. That is until the silence on the other end gives him the answer-- Okay fine,I get it. Point made

--Listen,its okay to feel scared-- The old woman cooed-- And worried,especially with everything that happened to you. But this is something good,dont let it go by

Lucas deinflates,nodding along to the words. Yes he was scared,yes hes worried, but hes acting like a child. He knows this but he doesnt want history to repeat itself,maybe he wouldnt be able to live through that a second time.

--Youre a grown ass Man,Cole. You know that--Jane added.

--I...know--He answered with a sigh--I know but I cant just- just...L-look,What happened to Wh-Wheeeler...I cant go through that again, okay?

--Who says itll be just like last time?--He keeps quiet,unsure of the answer-- its okay to feel fear,but you cant let it define you.

--i knoww-- he sighs and rubbs his eyes-- I know youve got a point

--Itll be fine,kid. I promise.

Lucas knows he can trust her words,shes important to him. She wants the best for him, and shes older so shes ought to know a thing or two. Even in his 50s,Theres still an adult to listen to- or to go for advice.

God,hes really got to catch up with growing up,huh?

--Fine. I guess ya have a Point-- the way he sounds so...deinflated is quite funny to hear. Like a kid admitting their moms right-- Any great nuggets of wisdom? And if you say to just be myself ill actually hang up.

Jane laughs,sounding extremely young in the process--Okay,okay,dont hang up. Just let it flow

--Im hangin' up--he half joked.

--Listen okay! Not much wisdom other than take it easy,just breathe--She added,trying to comfort him-- Im sure itll be fine so long as you dont force anything,hopefully your guide is going to be fun and easy going

--Youre wishing that I get adopted by an introvert?--Lucas joked with a smirk.

--If thats what it takes for you to make Friends? Then sure-- both chuckle at that,and then she continues-- I hope this is good for you.

He smiles,looking down at the floor just a little flusted-- ah,thanks Jane.

--Of course kid- Hey,what have you been up to? Tell this ol' bag of bones. I want to listen to my favorite nephew and his life

The army veteran laughs loudly, shaking his head--Im not even your nephew!

--Psht! Who cares--She giggled-- c'mon talk

--Yes ma'am--he Snickered

And for the rest few hours,they talk and catch up. It feels like a family chat,it warms up his heart and feels...at ease- maybe he just needed someone to talk to.

-♡-

Eventually Next week rolled around, and by monday he goes to the firewatch tower for his first "class", he was so nervous he almost forgot to clip his ranger badge on his belt. Up the stairs he goes,cussing out the ammount of steps up the tall tower-God,he Hates it.

But he does make it up with a little bit of a ragged breath, he knocks on the door and he hears--Who is it?

--Lucas Cole? Im supposed to be trained for.. firewatch?

Under the warm morning sun he all but practically Cooks himself,so he scoots closer to the shade provided by being underneath the overhang of the cabin.

--Oh right! Yes come in--the other Man added-- I was waiting for you

He turns the handle on the door and steps into the cabin, its cold and cool and Lucas cant help but sigh in relief and close the door behind him as he steps in.

Before him,sitting at a desk, he sees a black Man, light brown warm eyes,black hair in locks that are put up in a bun, skin that is a dark taupe brown, wearing a park ranger uniform with a welcoming smile.

And hes visibly younger too,Around early 30s. Which makes Lucas feel stumped.

Oh,God has a sense of humor alright.

--Im Eliott Kingsman,Nice to meet you!--He extends his hand towards the Man,and Lucas goes to meet him with hesitant steps and shake his hand.

His grip is a little weak and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. Palms sweaty and a tight lipped smile-- nice to meet you,Mr. Kingsman.

--Eliott Will do-- The other Man answers, voice friendly-- do you mind if I call you Lucas?

The ex soldier shakes his head--Ah no no, i dont mind.

Eliott smiled-- Alright,Lucas. Ready to get started?

--Uh...sure--He sits down with him at the desk and Eliott starts to teach him about firewatch protocol,lingo,and ways to report a Fire.

Lucas is surprised just how military it feels like, things like escape routes for hikers near a possible Fire,how to guide firefighters towards an ongoing Fire.

And also hes suddenly very aware of just how Many Fire hazards there can be, Like fireworks,dry Grass,campfires that havent been stinguished properly...

Its a lot to take in,but he figured he can manage if Eliott gives him a moment. Which he figured he'd do, his instructor has been nothing but the sweetest,most understanding Man. He'd answer any doubts or questions he has,always patient and warm.

--Oh,and You'll need to know how to operate radio equipment--Eliott adds--Do you know how?

Lucas cant help but laugh,a genuine,belly laugh which leaves his fellow Man smiling but just confused-- I sure do,I was a radioman in the war

It seems to click in the other Mans head and he nodds-- Oh,oh right well uh-- Eliott chuckles a little awkard--In retrospect my question seems a little stupid now,doesnt it?

The ex soldier laughs--No,you didnt know. Its alright.

His instructor nodds,still a little flustered--Well,its going to be a long few eight hours,so ill preface by saying this can get boring.

Lucas nodded--I can see how, I'd call it..peacefull.

Eliott chuckled,nodding along--Unless you gotta deal with shithead teens who dont care for rules--He smirks at a memory-- Ive had a few run Ins with unruly teens with firehazards

--Its a small town,im not surprised --The other Man agreed.

--You know,I think the only two teens Ive never had to tell off were the Castro kids

--Lazaro and his sister,right?--the older Man asked,recognizing the last name-- Laz tends to the bar downtown and his sister...--He makes a pause-- I actually dont know much about her

Eliott scoffs out a laugh--Hah,yeah well theyre both good kids. Jerico goes to university, you can usually find her by the lake doing homework. Theyre both good kids

--Id say as much,though I do recall seeing a carving in the old cabin before I fixed it...

--Ah im not surprised,theyre still teens--The firewatch guy added,crossing his arms over his chest and putting his feet up on the desk.--At least their worst offense is vandalism of an old cabin

--Fair enough,could defenetly be worse-- Lucas agreed,nodding along-- They do seem...quieter

--something like it--His companion answered,looking out of the Giant Window before him-- Chatterboxes the both of them,but only with the people they like.

--You sound like youve spent quite a bit of time around 'em --The old soldier puts his leg over his own knees and fiddles with his dogtags.

--Kind of? Jers more of a regular than lazaro. Laz is always working at the bar or studying,his sister comes around here quite a lot. So ive had the chance to talk to her a lot more. I'd say the kids are alright

Lucas nodds, unsure on what else to say about the subject. He turns to look to the blue horizon too, wondering if he'll ever see any smoke in these days of however long his training Will be.

So far,his company has proven to be nice.

--Can- can i uh...ask what made you ta-take this j-job?--There he goes again,that nervous stutter of his.

--Ah Well,my mom always made sure me and my sisters knew Fire safety. My old Man was an actual firewatch,and I have a lot of good memories in this cabin. So here i am,though I do have a degree in wildlife biology

Surprised,Lucas blinks a few times and turns to look at the Man beside him--And youre working here?

Eliott shrugged,a little sheepish--Heres where my soul feels at home. So here I stay

--I can respect that,I like that--He answered with a smile-- I myself always had a thing for tech,hence why I became a radioman

He sees the eyes of his instructor fill with light and awe. Clearly hes got so Many things to ask, but before he ever opens his mouth he seems to settle down as if he remembered something.

--Gonna be honest,I have a million questions but I know PTSD is a thing so I dont want to Open a wound

Lucas feels his chest warm up at his care,he chuckles a little shy and shakes his head--Ask away,I dont mind.

--Just...tell me if I ask something really personal,please?--Eliott sounds so genuienly worried,its endearing.

--I Will,dont worry man--He answered with a warm smile-- c'mon,shoot

--Was...was that a joke?

A snort leaves the old soldier and he shakes his head. His companion sounds so desilusioned and exhasperated--Hah,no. But It could be

--I...--The younger Man hesitates,before shaking his head and shrugging it off--Okay so...how long was your service?

--Around fourteen months...

--Woah,thats uh...a really short service--eliott answered-- no uhm...no offense. Can I ask what happened?

Lucas purses his lips,looking away at the floor. Which prompts his companion to ask--Do you have any buddies back in the day?

Hes met with more silence and the other Mans face of deep discomfort--Oh god,just forget about it,lets change the subject,im so Sor--

The old soldier shakes his heads,stopping him by raising a hand--No-no its alright,dont sweat it. I had my buddies,yeah.

--Oh,thats good--Eliott smiled awkwardly--Do you uh..want to talk about that?

--I uh- not now. --Lucas answered, sounding sheepish--I can say it was uh- f-fun. My- my captain wa-Was very fun to be around..

The younger Man knows better than to ask why he used past tense,so he doesnt. Instead he turns to ask about his love for radio equipment,which makes the older Man light up like a kid in christmas and absolutely infodump about radios and how they work.

Quite endearing to hear and see,so he lets him talk until the end of their shift.

-♡-

Their first few days of his training is quite boring and bleak, mostly conversation and getting to know Eliott. All about his family,his two sister and his retired parents.

Lucas' favorite bit is that all of the mugs the cabin were made by Melanie, one of Eliotts sisters,and that they were a regular gift. They were comfortable to hold,and quite colorful.

And the ex soldier wonders if Eliott can ask his sister to make one for him.

Right now they sit at the cabin,the sun setting over the horizon. The Sky is purple,pinks and oranges that Mingle with beautiful swirls and whisps of clouds that seem to glow with the last few Rays of sunlight.

What a beautiful sight, with the treetops darkening as night takes its place in the Sky. Starts start to appear and they twinkle with ancient,ancient,glee

--Hey,do you see that?--Lucas asks setting down the cup with coffee. He looks out of the Window to a soft plume of smoke,slowly rising from a few miles into the forest.

--Oh fuck me--Eliott muttered,also leaving his cup on the desk and standing up--C'mon,its your first campfire busting

The veteran chuckles--You sound so annoyed!

Quickly,the firewatch grabs two torches and a set of radios--Because I am, im quite sure its one of our usual suspects. I dont know why they still try..

--Kids,Man. Theyre not that bright--Lucas takes the second pair of torch and hand held radio that his instructor is holding.

After that,they march to the source of the smoke, walking through the forest and being serenaded by the cacophony of night insects And their path being lit up by fireflies.

It reminds him of his hunting trips back home, better times he guessed.

--Who are our usual suspects?--He asked to a very annoyed Eliott who walks with authority. He was easily around 5'8, built on the bigger side and he could be quite scary if hes annoyed, the soldier almost feels bad for the kids theyre about to kick out.

He does not want to be on the receiving end of that Mans anger.

--If our luck is as shitty as I think it is,itll be the two shitheads Ethan and Reid. Theyre just stupid preetens who think they know everything

--Have you considered they come by just to piss you off?

--Oh,plenty of times.--The firewatch guy said,voice unamused and discontent-- but its still my job to kick them out

--Fair enough

Eliott turns to his apprentice and squints at him--Youre finding this very amusing and I dont like it

Lucas snorted,trying to play dumb--'M not! I just- youre gettin' so worked up over these preteens!

--Because theyre being walking firehazards!--The other Man exclaimed, turning his flashlight to a twinkling wrapper-- oh just what I needed,theyre littering..-- He picks up the wrapper and hands it over to lucas--Here,be useful.

--Hey!--The soldier exlciamed, a little insulted-- 'M not a walking trash can!

Eliott stops and stops his friend from walking by putting his arm infront of him. Before the firewatch in training can ask whats up,both Hear rustling to their right side, two sets of quiet footsteps and muttered conversation that was too low to hear properly.

--I swear if its those two shitheads...--The firewatch Man grumbled,gripping his flashlight just a little tighter.

The rustling continues to grow louder, the conversation starts to make a little more sense with phrases like "couldve been a bigger fire" and "if anyone sees us around here this late we're in deep shit"

--Okay you two! Out of the bushes now!--Eliott yelled, pointing the light to the source of the noise.

Before them stand a pair of siblings that look quite alike,both with brown hair, heart shaped face and green eyes,both look around 19/20. One is a relatively tall woman, 5'6, gold underdye and a single earring in the shape of a black circle,she wears punk clothes with patches,chains and pins all over them.

The other figure is male,greyish emerald eyes with a cobalt blue color on the underside of his hair. Covered in piercings and tattoos,hes built like a brick shithouse and easily reaches 6'1. He wears all black clothes with a few chains and a choker around his throat,he looks fresh out of an emo convention.

--Why the animosity,Eliott?--Asked the male figure, crossing his arms over his chest.

--Yeah,who took a shit on your breakfast?--Asked the woman.-- Also youre leaving us blind, do you mind?

Eliott sighs with relief and lowers the torchlight-- Sorry,sorry,I thought you were Ethan and Reid.

--Well thats an insult--The woman said with a smirk-- ouch

--As I said,sorry. You know those two get on my nerves...

Lucas stands there confused, littered wrapper still in his hand. The male figure...hes seen him before, Back at the bar downtown. But he doesnt recognize the woman with him, but its clearly his sister,they look too much alike not to be related.

--Uh,Eliott?--Asks the old soldier--Who are they?

--Right! Right...--His companion sounds so genuienly tired and just done with the whole thing-- these are the Castros, Lazaro and Jerico. Kids,this is Lucas,the New ranger

--Evening-- both siblings say, polite smiles om their faces

--Uh,evening--he replied,a little creeped out by The Shinning twins vibe theyre giving off.

--What are you two even doing here anyway?-- Eliott quickly steered the conversation towards the matter at hand.

Both see the siblings look at the floor,a bitter gaze and tight lips filled with grief,sadness and utter rage. But its Jerico who gives them the answer with such disdain in her voice--Our Biological parents called...

And not a second afterwards Lazaro continued-- it was a goddamn shitshow. We needed fresh air

--God,now I feel more like an asshole for yelling at you two-- The firewatch said, apologetic and a soft look of pity in his eyes.

Its...its a deep pity,a sadness and a grief for someone else. Lucas wonders what would make his trainer look so...sad, and the siblings looks and stances just seem bathed in anguish, theyre hunched and hold their body close. Jerico hangs her head low,tucked between her shoulders and Lazaro finds his gaze returning to the Grass.

--Not your fault--Lazaro adds, standing just a little closer to his sister--Anyway, we just saw Reid and Ethan being stupid and scared them off. We were just on our way to report the Fire so yall could take care of it

Eliott nodded--Thank you, I wouldve punted them into the sun.

Jerico snorts,suddenly a spark of joy in her eyes before they return to that sadness--Not that we wouldve blamed you

--You guys can stay around for as long as you need, you know where to find me if you happen to need something

--Thanks, we'll be going Now I think-- the woman says, turning to her brother-- Vamo'? (Shall we?)

Lazaro nodded--Da' vamo' (yeah,lets go)

Both bid their goodbyes to the pair of men and quickly leave,getting lost between the trees and bushes. Which prompts both older men to Keep their route towards the Fire.

Something about the interaction doesnt sit well with Lucas, no 19/20 Year old have any bussiness looking that sad and upset.

--were they okay?--Lucas askes-- the siblings I mean

He sees Eliott deinflate--No,not really--He answered,stepping over a Fallen log.

--You seem to know something that I dont-

The firewatch sighs, there was something in the exhale that let him know it was a heavy subject--So Laz and Jer are adopted,rescued by Raymond and Eryz castro, their previous family were pieces of shit. They still have to Keep contact because of the law, until theyre 21. When the biological parents call up its always a goddamn mess, I promise you those two are totally different when they feel good

--Ive met Lazaro at the bar--Lucas said,following his trainer as the scent of smoke started to fill the air--He seemed so full of life, its weird seeing him like that. And from what hes told me about his sister shes just as cheery as he is...

--They are--Eliott agreed, tone shifting to anger--But their biological family always brings out the worst, I swear if you knew how much of a shit their original parents are...--He sighs, looking at the campfire now merely three feet away from them-- but its not my place to talk about it, its their trauma, not mine.

Lucas understands,its out of respect-- I feel bad for them, its a really nice night and they should be enjoying it by having fun, not feeling miserable

--Yeah,agreed. --The other Man answered, his eyes settle on the flames and sees just how shitty the placement of the logs for the campfire Is. Its a miracle that the nearby Grass didnt catch on fire-- Ill have to check in on them tomorrow, hopefully the walk helps them clear their mind. Cmon,lets put this shit out

They put dirt on it and Eliott throws some water from his canteen once the Fire is merely smoldering ash. But for good measure they bury it under more soil.

Afterwards they return to the firewatch tower, Where Lucas Clocks out and bids Eliott goodbye.

Lucas could relate to the siblings,he didnt have the best relationshipp with his parents either. Especially his mom, but he felt bad for the two kids,they didnt deserve any of this and the sadness in their eyes was heartbreaking.

He also thinks about Eliott,he really liked how much of a big heart he had. He was easygoing and quite nice to be around, and he handled the situation with the siblings quite well- aside from accidentally shouting at them.

Soon hes at home and drags himself to his bed,where he lays down,barely taking off his work clothes. And deep within him hes excited for his Next work day at firewatch, he should ask eliott if he checked in on the siblings- he also wants to make sure theyre okay.

Man,Eliott May be growing on him.

And that scares him to the death.

-♡-

A few days go by with more training and more hours of just talking. He feels like hes back at kindergarten, making his first ever friend- and he would like to say that he does not like that at all...

But he would be lying. God,he misses having Friends so bad. Just having someone to talk to,spend time with someone who is easy to talk to and you dont have to worry about alterior Motives.

Lucas now listens to his instructor talk about his Shenanigans in the forest. Something about how Melanie got stuck in a bush and Eliott went to rescue her.

--Her clothes Got tangled in the brush,I...i think the branches were pretty gnarled-- Eliott explains, braiding some waxed threads,all of them green in coloration in an arrow shaped pattern--And when I went to untangle her and I stumbled on a rock and cut my knee on it.

The ex soldier hisses--Jesus,fucking ouch.

--Yeah well...--He chuckled-- I wouldve done it again, I managed to get Melanie out and I ended up getting a few stitches. It broke my heart to see my little sister cry because her big brother was hurt

--That is adorable-- The Florida Man replied with a warm smile--You three sound really close. Thats super nice

Eliott nodded, tying off the wax bracelet now that it was done--Yeah, its nice. We really liked doing eachothers hair the most,We still do- But we usually do it here since I cant leave my post,not until midnight when im relieved.

--Youre the only firewatch guy?

--Until you came along? Not really,I mean theres one more guy that takes the actual nightshift-- He replied,looking at the bracelet hes spent the last three hours making.--Oh! By the way,here. Its for you

Lucas is totally floored as his hands struggle to hold the bracelet, he is silent for a few seconds with wide eyes- He tries to stutter out a response--Oh-Uhm...I..

--If-if you dont like it...

He shook his head-- no,i Love it- I dont get Many gifts...--He smiled and traced the pattern with his thumb.

--Thats sad...--Eliott admitted,gaining a slight flinch from his companion-- Okay well, since youre Severly starved from friendshipp...

Gently,the firewatch Man ties the bracelet around his apprentice's wrist. Then,he stands up and goes to Grab something.

Lucas follows him with his gaze to a box with a few hairbrushes,hair decorations like rings and beads and a few oil and haircare products

--Actually,Whens the last time someone did your hair?--Eliott asked,hauling up the box with ease. He was built strong,evidently.

--...A while...--The soldier answered,a little flustered and with a string of a voice-- You dont have to-

--C'mon dude,look 'round you-- He gestures at the big Windows all around-- what else is there to do? I mean if you dont want to, I wont...

With a sigh, the older Man undos his hairbun,letting his curly hair fall well past his face and shoulders and contrast nicely against his light brown skin.

--Nuthin' too complicated,or flashy--He answered, slouching a little in defeat and a tiny bit of embarassment.

--Yessir-- Eliot answered with a boyish grin, taking out his supplies-- side Braids it is!

The moment the younger Mans hands meet his scalp,Lucas tries his best not to melt. God,he was touchstarved wasnt he?

Whens the last time hes got a proper contact with someone, one that didnt feel threatening or malicious. He melts eventually of course,His friend is quite carefull with each twist and turn of his hair, and by the end his sidebraids look beautiful.

Its been a really good while since he had anything done to his hair- His dad would braid it for him when he was a kid,but that was about it.  He understood the appeal but with everything he went through he rarely had the strength or energy for it. 

For the past few months,hes been fueled by spite alone. Thats the only reason he got so far...

But as he looks at himself in the firewatch cabin's bathroom mirror..

He smiles,tracing over them and the little few beads of green that Eliott had added. A sense of nostalgia washes over him, isnt it so nice when someone helps you take care of yourself?

--theyre beautiful, thanks man--Lucas says,leaning on the entrance to the cabin bathroom.

--Im glad you like em--Eliott answered with a smile-- now excuse me, but I need to use the bathroom

With a spark of mischief,The soldier doesnt move. Instead he copies the other Mans movements, If eliott moves to the right,he moves to the right, and if he tried to go left he'd go right with him.

--C'mon you big dumbass--The younger Man protested,the entrance being blocked by the tall and skinny Man before him.

--I dont know what youre talking about...

This goes on for a few more seconds before Eliott grabs his shoulders and pulls him to the side. It catches him by surprise and just how easily he is moved away by a guy that was 9 inches smaller than him.

--You shithead--Eliott said with a grin,closing the door behind him as he entered the bathroom-- Nex time im throwing you off the tower!

Lucas cant help but cackle at the threat thats muffled by the door now closed. He nodds along and says--We'll see about that!

Eliott smirks to himself,Rolling his eyes with fondness.

Hes just glad Lucas is slowly opening up to him.

-♡-

As that nights shift ends,both men go down the stairs to the park proper. Its around nine, and Lucas is starving hungry and just as hes about to leave for his house,he hears his companion go.

--Hey Lucas! Want to Grab dinner at Dyonysus'

Turning to meet Eliotts gaze,he asks--Huh?

--Yknow,the bar downtown--the other Man says with a grin-- They make good food,and Laz is there. Which means we get a discount

The old soldier snorts--That cant be approved by the bar...

--Its not but its not like the kid cares--Eliott shrugged,twirling his car keys on his pointer finger-- C'mon,itll be fun.

Lucas sighs,scratching the back of his neck, the night just started,and he doesnt really feel like working his ass off after such a long day.

Boredom can be tiring and he doesnt want his brain to become mush while the cicadas And grasshoppers sing away under the cloudless night.

--Ah well, fine. Whats the worse that could happen?

--Eyy thats my man--Eliott patts the Mans shoulder with fondness,then he looks at his wrist watch-- meet you there in an hour?

--Sounds good

He watches the younger Man leave with a big grin in his face,its a little contagious and he soon finds himself smiling as well.

Perhaps he can allow himself a little fun.

-♡-

Eliott stepped into his home with a sigh, flipping his keys into the keyhole And turning. God,hes exhausted.

--Evening,Mr.Kingsman--Says one of his neighborgs,walking down the Hall.

--Oh! Mr.Wales,good evening--He turns to see a middle aged Man,brownish salt and pepper hair,beard, Brown eyes hid behind round glasses,he wears a dress shirt and pants, a vest a tie and dress shoes. --Youre closing up shop just now?

--Well uhm..long day-- Mr.Wales replies,a little sheepish--I had to stay behind to catch up on paperwork

Pursing his lips,The younger Man answers-- I wish you luck, your wife is not going to like it

Mr.wales chuckled--Yeah, I can just hear her scolding me for it

--Hah! Yeah. Man,Its a shame though- Me and my buddy are going to Grab dinner at downtown D's . I was going to ask if you wanted to come with

--Perhaps another time,Eliott. That does sound lovely,have fun--the older Man smiled politely and starts walking back to his home.

--Thank you,have a goodnight desmond--Eliott answered and stepped into his home to shower and get decent.

As he walks to his bathroom,he doesnt pay much attention to his house- Though he does know he needs to clean a bit more, theres a bit of dust literally everywhere, above his record shelf and record player,on the TV and coffee table...even his couch!

Its clear he isnt around often, he doesnt remember the last time he sat down and watched a movie by himself,or cooked a proper meal in his cozy kitchen.

He barely has his plants alive just because his sisters come by to water them.

--Aaaalright, lets get this over with-- He turns on the light to his bathroom, its more funcional than pretty but its not an eyesore. Just your average restroom with white tiles, shower courtains and a few haircare products.

He turns on the shower and humms under his breath,pulling off his hair bun and letting his locs fall across his shoulders. His scalp hurts a little too much and he knows he needs to start letting his hair rest- judgement be damned.

But he didnt want to risk losing his job because some white woman got freaked out by his locks. And even if Sally has his back....

Its just hair, its just a hairstyle,why the need to freak out? It doesnt make him any less good at his job,it doesnt impact his capabilities...

Why would he have to white wash himself to appease a few...?

The first few whisps of vapor from the hot water snaps him back to the Real world,His eyes settle on the hair care products he has and rolls back his shoulder. He better hurry up

Off he takes his uniform shirt and sets it aside, his eyes catching sight of his reflection in the mirror and the two curving scars undernath his pectorals.

And he feels...joy  hidden behind all the worries. Its a reminder,its his body, and its his hair- he should do as he pleased with it.

Speaking of- he better get to washing himself.

-♡-

After his shower,he goes to change,he still has a few minutes before he has to leave for the bar. He hopes he can get there in time,hes not the best at time management.

He puts on a white tee with the logo of "Pablo Honey" Radiohead's album released in '93, wearing some light blue jeans,black Converse and a two necklaces: one is a bead necklace of brown and with daisy decorations,and the other one is a vynil record with an ovloid gem hanging from it.

That should be light enough so he doesnt Cook himself alive.

And so off he goes to the bar in his old green pickup truck.

-♡-

Lucas got home twenty minutes after leaving the tower, he goes to shower and when hes out he goes to change.

Hes trying hard not to overthink it, its just grabbing dinner with the guy- and its not like he can back out now, it would make him look like an asshole.

But he still worries somebody Will see him with Eliott, he doesnt want to drag the poor,sweet guy into his mess- and he doesnt want to lose anyone ever again,not by anybody's hand and specially not by his.

And Jane was right,he needs some Friends. Yet its been so long since he befriended anybody,and much more less on purpose,most he got was some nice words from the passerbys he met on his trip to Milton-Haven.

Hes sure Jane would have something to say if she knew what was going on- Probably followed by a smartass remark.

Outside the night is still calm,singing insects and clear skies with dry,hot wind. He wonders if Janes suffering the heat as much as he is,and he hopes shes alright.

God,he could just call her.

Was she even awake at this hour?

Lucas picks up the phone and dials Janes number, and just as the first beep can be heard,she picks up-Well,that was fast...

--Hey,its you--Jane said with a smirk-- Good evening, whats up?

--Nuthin' just...got worried--He answered,sitting on the couch--Im going out and I just wanted to see how you've been,especially with the heat.

From the phone he can hear a soft cooing and a sweet giggle of endearment--Worried for me? Youre just the sweetest,Lucas. Im alright,ive learnt to deal with the heat- so dont worry about little ol' me

A chuckle leaves him--Fair 'nough

--But im interested in that "goin' out" bussiness...How About you tell Auntie Jane about that?

He snorts and shakes his head,nosy thing she is--My instructor invited me to Grab dinner,Hes a cool fella...

--It sounds like youve made Friends with the guy!

--Oh my GOD dontcha start

--Thats sooo sweet! Youve made a friend!

--Okay NOW youre sounding condescending!--Lucas complained,a little flustered--Jesus,Jane.

Jane laughs loudly,the sound warming up his heart and making him feel...at ease. She was one of the few he considered family,and its...nice to have someone to reach out to.

As the laughter dies down,he can feel the air shift in the conversation. As if his heart aunt knew something was off with him.

Old people or grandma intuition, he guessed.

--Whats up,Lucas?

He sighs quite loudly,hes just a little annoyed she can read him so well--I think.. I think im just gettin' in my head over It. I dont want to drag him into any of my wild shit

--A valid fear--She agreed,voice soft and thoroughly maternal with that blanket like warmth in her voice-- but Lucas,you Also need to stop thinking theyre out to get you twenty four seven.

Lucas nodds--Yeah well,easier said than done

--Fair enough-- she answered-- But if they wanted to do something to the poor guy,they wouldve already

The Man lets out a long,deinflating sigh--I....I guess ya have a point there.

--Just go,have fun--Jane concluded-- and if anyone tries anything, cave their teeth in

He snorts quite loudly-- Ah Yes, Auntie Janes good, reliable advice.

--Im here to help--the old woman snickered-- Cmon,go have fun and tell me everything tomorrow.

--Fine,I Will. Night,Jane.

--Night,kiddo.

-♡-

He drove to downtown Milton-Haven,to the bar that looks both rustic and ripe with the architecture of the 90s. "Dyonysus Bar" read the grand neon sign of blue letters decorated with red spider lillies that shone in the warm night.

Theres music spilling past the closed Doors,he fixes the collar of his green plaid button up and steps in to be greeted with the deathly chill of the place- A nice change from the heat of the outside door.

Within the bar its crowded, people from early twenties to late seventies just enjoying food and drinks and talking over the soft jazz music in the air.

Looking around,he searches for Eliott who should be around somewhere. And he finds him sitting at the bar and talking to the barkeep,Lazaro.

--Ah!,There y'are--Eliott grinned with boyish glee,wavingh him over--Lookin' Snazzy!

The older Man snorts,feeling sheepish. Hes just wearing a green,plaid button up,black jeans and dress shoes--i dont tend to dress up-- he shook his friend's hand and sat beside Him.

--Well you should do it more often,lucas--Lazaro Chimed in, a smile on his face--What is it going to be,Gentlemen? --Both men hesitate, looking at eachother--Right,hol' on

From underneath the counter he grabs two sets of menus And hands them over.

--Well then,ill go tend to the other costumers. Call me over once you decide--Lazaro added before he left to tend the other people.

--You promise the food here is good?--Lucas half joked,looking at the menu.

Eliott snorts--Trust me,city boy. Its good--He Gently nudged him in a teasing manner--Look,if laz's sister likes the food here,then its good.

--Shes a picky eater?

The younger Man nodded--She is

--Its funny how his sister always comes into every story you tell me about 'em--Lucas said with a smirk.

With a snort,his companion answers--Siblings,you cant get one without the other. I'd know

A short pause is had between their conversation as the older Man considers his Next words.

Point of no return it is

--Wh-What uhm...Whats your family li-Like? -- the veteran asked,a little sheepish.

He sees his friend grin with such joy,he struck a nerve- in the good kind of way. And so,he listens

--Oh my family is wonderfull!--He cheered-- My mom and dad always encouraged us to be ourselves! Ever since I was a kid,they didnt care for what others thought of them, their prioroty has always been that their kids are happy

Lucas feels his chest warm up--That sounds very nice,All parents should make their kids the prioroty.

--Yeah! Even started reffering to me by he and him back when I was just a kid--Eliott answered-- I mean,i know im lucky. Not all parents have the best reaction to their kid being trans

And a sudden pause, like hes said a little too much.

The veteran blinks for a few moments of stupor,but he nodds. Eliott smiles sheepishly,if not a little too anxious. --Right,thing about me- he tried to continue,but his friend interrupts him,sincerity deep un his voice.

--No,no dont worry. I understand,I Wont judge.

--Right...uh--The younger Man hesitated,starting to giggle nervously-- uhm...yes. That,so- so you know, my family's pretty rad.

--Sorry I didnt mean to make you unconfortable--Lucas answered,a shy tone--Its your life, you do what you want. I support you

Eliott lets out a quite loud sigh, he giggles as a nervous reaction and he turns his eyes to the menu, but its clear hes not reading-- Ah thanks. So yeah,cool family

--Im glad, that nice-- the older Man added--How about your sisters uhm..whats life like as a brother,im an only Child

His companion seems happy to change the subject-- They were the best companions I could have. Other people dont get along with their siblings,but I do. I love them with all my heart, we're partners in crime ever since we were kids --He thumbs the bead necklace around his neck--Gina made these, one for the three of us. Shes the youngest and the best at these kinds of things

The veteran smiles,looking at the necklace. Its clearly old but well taken care of--Its gorgeous,its nice you have this little trinket.

--Yeah,i take care of it like gold--Eliott chuckled.

Both then see Lazaro approach,polishing a glass. He looks friendly but with a sense of urgency in his step, and when hes close to the both of them he says.

--Guys hi,sorry to interrupt the chat but please order something before I get in trouble--Theres an anxious, if not a little worried smile on his lips.

Which reminds the men that they ought to order something. They skimm through the menu and quickly order,Apologizing to the bartender that quickly regains his usual jovial energy.

And though both laugh it off and feel really bad for stressing out poor sweet lazaro,they cant help but find the situation hilarious and soon return to yapping

Conversation wavers in the realm of domesticity and pop culture, Eliott is a big fan of Slasher flicks, and Lucas is damn clueless about it but he listens intently- Its nice to just feel like pals chatting.

Feels comfortable,just to sit and get to know a person. One on one,no distraction and it reminds him of the chats under the moonlight he'd have with Alphonso and his war buddies.

Hell, Alphonso was the one to give him his first beer.

Nostalgia,thats what he feels as the memory of it lowers down his spine to his heart where it Nestles with heavy,blue joy. The softnening of his eyes clues Eliott in that his friend remembers something, and now that there was alcohol in his system and he felt quite at ease... well he opens up

Lucas talks about his time in the army,the dumb bits and the nostalgic bits. There is such a boyish youth in his eyes as he talks.

Its been proven that a person gets stuck mentally to the age you lived your trauma...

And the once old veteran now sounds so young ,big grin on his face and such a sparkle in his tired old eyes. In the body of a Man theres just a boy,talking to his friend about his life experiences

Eliott looks so delighted to see the rush of joy in the other Mans eyes, and he decides to sit and listen. Even food does nothing to stop the soldier from yapping away like a radio,he eats and talks and god isnt it endearing? The room seems lighter and brighter just by his happiness alone.

But the old soldier is sober enough to Keep the Darker dealings to himself. But the content smile doesnt leave his face and does wonders to hide his intent of obscuring the bitter moments.

And when their night comes to a close,both sober now and well into the wee hours of the morning. They bid eachother goodbye,and Lucas leaves feeling like he has finally made a good friend.

-♡-

After their little Bar hangout at "Downtown Ds", as the locals called It, Lucas found his fondness for Eliott growing-Its something he knew was missing,but didnt admit it.

Humans were social creatures,he knew that well- So its no surprise he yearned for such companionship, well its no surprise to everyone except him.

Lucas feels...excited to see him, to spend time with him.

So,he wakes up bright and early to see him,even if he had just a few hours of sleep on him- he just wanted to get there in time. Hes sure that if Jane saw the smile on his face she'd describe it as "Child-like" and "Brighter than the sun".

From his excitement he almost forgets to Grab his badge,the rules said he always had to have it on him. Thank god this song and dance was routine to him at this point.

Its an endearing sight to see him speed through his routine,with his sidebraids still intact and well taken care of because he appreciates them.

The pure joy in his step as he walks down to the firewatch tower. Not even the heat can slow him down or deter his mood, he enjoys the cool breeze that blows past his locks and Gently caresses his face and the sunlight making his brown and green eyes look deep and sparkly.

Old soldier looking like a young child, excited for the day ahead.

Eventually he starts to see the looming structure of the tower,with its weathered wood,the metal steps and a few crate supplies waiting by the foot to the stairs to be hoisted up and into the cabin with its grand Windows that let him and Eliott see the beautiful forest from a birds eye view.

Speaking of Eliott,he finds him a few feet away from the tower talking to a woman,at first he didnt think too much of it, his instructor seemed friendly whilist talking to the woman,Sure the woman had some camping Gear but he didnt worry too much about it.

Until he hears the woman raise her voice,shrill and quite unpleseant.

And quite mean too

--Excuse you! Im within my rights to camp here!. Its a park isnt it not?

--Lady,please this is not a designated camping spot. And youre planning to build a Fire here,and thats a hazard! There are firepits further down the main trail!

The woman,Tiny, covered in both mosquito repellent and sunscreen, seems to scowl quite heavily at the idea of "designated Fire pits"

--Theyre ugly!--She stated in a "matter of fact" way,as if thats justification enough.

--But theyre safe-

--I want to talk to a supervisor, I want to make sure you're part of the actual firewatch!--She shrilled with entitled anger, and thats when Lucas quickly approaches the scene.

--Lady,i am wearing the unifo-

--Who in their right mind would hire someone that looks so...unkempt! When was the last time you even washed your h-

Okay,thats it.

Up until then Eliott hasnt seen his friend angry,but seeing the way his confused face settles into a deep,venomous sneer is enough to spook Him and take a step back ot of caution.

The older Man looks at the camping Gear and then at the woman,who seems to look back quite puzzled as her bright blue eyes lay their gaze on him.

--Eliott,we're allowed to confiscate posible Fire hazards,right?

--Uh,yes.

--Good-- he answered,voice so devoid of that warm friendliness that its almost off putting--Then you get on with that and I go take this woman out of the park

--Wha-?!--The woman chided before he tries to scort her away,all it does though is make the woman scream and yell about it being unfair,that she didnt do anything and drawing attention to herself.

Most of the people around knew that Lucas was a ranger,or well recognized the Man that was the ranger- He didnt talk, but the badge on his belt was enough deterrent to anyone wanting to stop him.

He kicks the woman out and simply stares unmoved as she hurls all sorts of insults at him. Though as shes about to Grab a pebble to throw at him he simply raises his hand.

--Lady,im allowed to defend myself. And I am quite the sharp shooter--He is so non-chalant about the whole deal, such a threatening air laced in his words. -- And one more thing,my Friends hair doesnt make him any less good at his job. So stuff your nose in yer own bussiness from now on.

Needless to say he watches the woman leave without much fuss afterwards.

Eliott meanwhile,takes up the things belonging to the woman whilist mulling over Lucas' reaction. Hes never seen something like that come from him, he was so...calm about the whole deal, unsettlingly so.

Its also incredibly awesome.

--Hey bud!--Eliott chirps as he sees his apprentice return,his face still contorted in disgust.-- Kicked out the racist Lady?

He snorted--Ah,i spooked her right back--He patts the other Man shoulder and adds--Like hell 'm lettin' her talk down to my friend like that

Lucas grabs a few of the boxes with supplies and smiles,still a bit tired but otherwise alright-- 'nyway,lets Get these things up.

The younger Man looks like a deer in headlights, its the first time hes heard his companion call him a "Friend". As far as he could tell,the soldier was a recluse.

It warms up his heart and he nodds along with a shy smile--Ye-Yeah,yeah...Lets get these things up. Fuck that woman

--Amen to that--his friend answers with a grin.

Between the two of them they bring up all the supplies,Eliott grabs two cans of cool beer from the fridge and sits beside the older Man,who looks at the drinks whilist thumbing the wax threat bracelet around his wrist.

--Drinkin' on the job?--Lucas askes with a smirk.

--Well,I wont tell if you dont,friend.

It seems to click for Lucas that he called Eliott his Friend a few times now. His face darkens with blush and nodds--Im not the cops

The younger Man smirks-- we're not the cops.

Grabbing one of the cans,the old soldier pops it Open and his companion does the same. Eliott raises the can and smiles--To friendship

And giving in,Lucas scoffs out a chuckle and answers--To friendship.

[youremyheaven]

Sun man dropping in for response #3

Q: "Hey Sun man, mind if I ask a question also? Are you single by any chance~ 👀? Jk jk that's not my actual question but hehe would love to know tho. Anyways my real question is this; Do you devote yourself to fulfilling a personal belief or ideal of yourself? For me as a sun dom woman, I feel like I'm pre-occupied with devoting myself to a belief and it doesn't leave much room for love. The ideal that I constantly strive for, is to be someone other people trust and can rely on. I always wanted to be a better person for myself and others. I think I would like to be a cherished person in my community, someone who brings value to others. Claire mentioned that sun dom women adhere to these moral guidelines, and fixate towards independence and self reliance. I am curious if sun dom men also share similar values and beliefs, or if it's just me."

A: Oh I definitely relate to what you’re describing. Sometimes it feels like, what ever happened to “be the change you want to see in the world”? Like is nobody living by that expression? But of course that expression is flawed when you take it too far and get a stick up your ass, even if what you're living up to is virtuous on the face of it. I have a big thing, not so much about being trustworthy in particular, but about sustainability and the idea that the things that define my life should be easily achievable by other people? Like I feel guilty if I succeed in spite of other people? If I’m being brutally honest it’s one of my worst flaws and has absolutely made it hard to, as you say, leave room for love. Because behavior like that is not conducive to like, forming camaraderie. And it's been easier to just be self-reliant than confront the blockage. Tbh I'm just waiting to get my health insurance approved so I can go to therapy and work on it lmao so I don't have any words of wisdom but I'm definitely in the same boat. It can be tough for the sun naks.

Yeah I’m single, I could start dating again I guess but I legit can’t even take a girl on a decent date right now without going broke 💀 so I should probably work on the financial situation first.

that's so interesting wow

I feel like many Jupiter people are the opposite. For them its about doing the impossible because they believe they have qualities it takes to succeed in ways others cant. I think Martians also have a similar drive and ambition. I think for Saturnians its about working your way to the top (I'm mentioning all the Yang planets basically). I'm intrigued about Sun dominance all the more now 🤔

[onepiece-oc-archives]

I’ve been sucked into one piece so bad and now really want to make an OC. So I had an idea for a character whose inspired by old maritime/pirate folklore of witches and sea witches.

I’m struggling though with how to go about that. So should it be like a devil fruit thing? Or a friend suggested I just come up with a separate race/tribe like the Kuja? I’m so lost with what direction to take with this 😭

For some info I want to put my OC with the straw hats and want to avoid them just being this insanely over powered person. I did find when researching that some background character from a later arc is categorized as a ‘sorcerer’ but don’t really know what that implies.

Help!!

Hi, welcome to the chaotic world that is One Piece and welcome to my blog!

I really love the idea of making an OC based off of pirate folklore! Sounds like there would be a lot of cool things to do there! The way I see it, you have four options:

Option 1: A devil fruit. I think a Mythical Zoan would be your best bet. Probably a Hito Hito no Mi, Model: Sea witch. You could put that in One Piece and nobody would bat an eye. Just remember that your OC wouldn't be able to swim. Do you want that for a sea witch?

Option 2: A new tribe/race. This is an option that gives you a lot of freedom because you can pretty much do whatever. You could create a race that has devil fruit style powers as part of their DNA. Oda has done that too. It comes with a few issues though. First of all, your OC's powers wouldn't be unique, because there's a whole tribe of sea witches. This could be good or bad. Second of all, there's a possibility that the World Government or other organizations hunt that tribe down. Once again, this could be good or bad for your story. Maybe this also makes your OC unique again because they're the only one of their kind left? Or at least one of few. This would, of course, have a strong effect on your OC's story and a lot of things that happen to them, so make sure to really consider if you want this.

Option 3: Science. I won't go too much into detail because of spoiler reasons, but incredible things are possible through One Piece science. This would most likely link your OC to a group of people or a specific person who develops said funky science and that's a connection with a lot of lore implications, so you should evaluate if you want that. Implications don't always need to turn into something big, but they can. If this is the option you decide to go for, let me know and I'll tell you more about that science and the people involved, but it will probably contain at least some spoilers, so be warned.

Option 4: It is what it is. I'm not kidding, this is a totally valid option that has been pulled by Oda multiple times. Your sorcerer example would fall under this option, though I believe he hasn't actually been seen practicing sorcery in any canon material. A canon example of this however is a certain woman who, for some reason, can accurately tell the future using a crystal ball. No one knows why. Never explained. And still completely canon. So, if none of the other options speak to you, going "it is what it is" is still a completely valid option.

Maybe as a sort of guideline of how I dealt with a similar issue:

My oldest One Piece OC used to be firmly in the Option 2 category. She's based off of mythology, mostly of Greek Myth, the goddess Selene in particular. Just going "oh yeah, she comes from a race of people who are just like that" worked really well for me for, I dunno, six years? But then a new manga chapter came along with a new lore drop and I thought I'd have to drop my OC's concept for good because it coincided/collided too much with the new lore drop. But then another lore drop happened and I was able to save her through sprinkling in some of Option 3.

The lore drop destroying my concept was purely bad luck. So you'll probably be doing really well with Option 2 if you commit to it. It might take a bit of worldbuilding, but you could also not explain anything. Both works. And if that fails, science can save your butt.

Also, I'm currently working on a new One Piece OC who falls into Option 4, simply because a mermaid being unable to swim would be a little stupid, so I can't give her a devil fruit, and her being involved with funky science just wouldn't suit her character that well. Also, I already kinda pulled that with said oldest OC, so I don't really wanna do it again.

Creating OCs is very situational, but sometimes "fuck around and find out" works surprisingly well or is the only thing that works. Mix and match things together. Run with a certain idea until canon throws a wrench in the works. Adjust things and make stuff up as you go. Sometimes, it's just about taking that first step, the rest will come all on its own.

I hope this helped at least a little. If you have any more questions, feel free to let me know!

[cxnsolatio]

✚✚✚  sanji  —  @kickxsscook

*sneeze* I am *sneeze* more man than you are!!

Sanji's sneezes, albeit involuntary as all others, may very well be a declaration of belligerent intent; a campaign against that rule of both social etiquette and the simplest medical guideline, that sneezes ought to be contained in some kind of handkerchief or, in the absence of a square of fabric, projected sideways over a shirt or coat sleeve. 

Law budged his body in a direction paralell to that of Sanji's expulsions, avoiding the rain of mucus in one suave step of his heeled boot. Some of the droplets coursed not just forwards into the open space, but downwards as well, splashing translucent over the cook's shirt, leaving behind tiny dots of wetness like a more revolting morning dew. He eyed them with distaste.

❝ Oh, yes.❞ He commented with a twisted nose and a more than deserved scowl. Though the glower set on his features as an unavoidable response to Sanji’s bold declaration, it quickly bloomed into a triumphant smirk, this expression so much more his. There was a certain grace to handling an affront with articulate mordacity in lieu of physical effort, and persuasion fit him like the proverbial glove. ❝ The very portrait of masculinity you are, what with your puffy, red eyes and shirt covered in nasal matter. An astonishing example of maleness no woman can refuse; I’m sure your navigator would agree. ❞

Bravado aside, Law did empathise with Sanji, as only befitting of a doctor in regards to a patient. In a tone of voice devoid of derision, so much so it sounded mellow by comparison, he added with professional worry, ❝ You don't have asthma, do you, Black Leg? ❞ All tomfoolery would cease at once should the patient bear the respiratory condition, and all feline visitors would have to be removed from the ship’s premises until Sanji’s organism cleared of allergens.

Mors, who had been sniffing the floorboards of the Sunny with the dedication of the chief-mouser he was — either not understanding his contract to be exclusive to the submarine and the jumpsuited crew, or too career-driven to get himself concerned over the human viewpoint of ownership — leapt into Law’s arms, causing Kikoku to waltz perilously for a moment before Law could catch both sword and cat. Mors purred, satisfied both with the result of his inspection and with his new position in Law’s arms. He stared at Sanji, green eyes flickering yellow in the direct sunlight, not too unlike Law's amber-turned-gold irises.

❝ Of course, you could wait for the reaction to pass once its cause has been removed. That’s what a virile man would do. ❞ Roronoa’s type, Law nigh advanced so as to further rile up his interlocutor. But a quick assertion of the Sunny’s current situation, with Mors and Nami’s fostered cats onboard, sufficed for an astute man to know Sanji’s allergies would be plaguing him for a while longer. His smarter choices were to either stow himself away from the bean-pawed guests or take some antihistamine and partake in everyone’s company.

Mors's eyes narrowed into slits. Looking into them, one could not help think the cat resented Sanji's allergies to a deep, personal level. He was a competent predator, a creature of independence who stalked the darkness. But he was also a very much coddled replacement for a more intimate companion his human of choice did not have as well. Thus, Mors was spoiled, and couldn’t fathom why anyone would not adore him. Or so he would, if cats shared the same psyche humans did.

❝ But seeing as you are the chef of the ship,❞ Law continued, cradling arms buffeted by the swishing of Mors’s tail, ❝ I won't risk you contaminating us all by sneezing into our luncheon. ❞ A practicality, yes, as well as a courtesy. It was not like Sanji’s suffering amused him — perhaps it did, the tiniest bit.

Speaking of exposure to infectious substances. Mayhap corrupted by the whimsical atmosphere which the Straw Hats bred and maintained, Law's hands locked under the cat’s front legs, holding them out as though they were arms. Very patiently did Mors allow Law his theatrics, his soft belly exposed and tail hanging in lazy circular motions. Law then puppeteered Mors’s spotted legs like a child would move their arms from beneath a white sheet in the manner of a ghost for a practical joke. The phantom of susceptibility to offer some help.

❝ I’ll ask Tony for some loratadine for you, shall I? ❞

[illgiveyoumygavichal]

I both agree and disagree, not trying to be antagonistic or anything because I have a deathly allergy too.

Children's allergies should be taken seriously, their teachers are responsible for their wellbeing and should take their student's allergies seriously. Parents should be considerate of their kid's classmate's allergies. Because kids don't understand the severity of it all themselves and require adult guidance to learn how to be considerate of others.

Doctors and nurses are responsible for the wellbeing of patients, that's literally their career field: caring about people's health and safety. If either can't follow simple food safety guidelines then they should be reported because there's no way hospital administrators will tolerate any litigations involving them and putting their patients at risk with allergies. They should know the severity firsthand, and if they don't they should be denied any positions are healthcare facilities.

As for individual adults though, you're responsible for yourself. I'm not saying 'shut up and deal with it,' I'm saying 'you're responsible for making sure you get appropriate accommodations.' Most people who understand the severity of their allergies should have epinephrine on hand or know where they can get it; most people should be able to advocate for their own health safety. Or they have a trusted individual who can do both for them. You're not going to order paella if you have a seafood allergy---you're not even going to a seafood restaurant if you have a seafood allergy, and any self-respecting restaurant will happily reseat you if needed.

That woman on the flight should've been more responsible in seeking accommodations for her flight instead of waiting till the last minute. I'm sure the airline would've been more than happy to send out a notification email to all the passengers of that flight to ensure her safety, but doing so last minute inconveniences everyone. If I pay airport prices for an inflight snack I'm not got to just not eat it unless I'm given a replacement to compensate for wasting money. (That's a lie, I'm a soft person, I wouldn't actually eat something if someone tells me not to. But I am saying that I would eat it anyways because some people do think like that and you can't just assume everyone will be considerate.)

It's still not a laughable situation though, and in a service industry you should take those requests seriously. So, bad attendant. Of course, that's just an article that can only share one perspective of the situation. There's a chance it was a misunderstanding but the moral of the story is to take allergies seriously and properly research your travel options.

Also, don't email companies with the expectation that they'll respond the same week you sent it.

I wasn't going to derail the disability pride month post for people with peanut allergies but in relation to that topic

I have never seen another allergy that has been so viscerally hated and mocked by people working in education like nut allergies. I've seen fellow teachers cringe that their classroom was the "nut free" classroom that year. Support staff that are trained and willfully don't follow cross contamination protocol in the lunchroom because it's too "tedious" or "time-consuming". Full preschools + childcare centers that refuse to accommodate nut allergies. Schools where the only free lunch is a PB&J. Before/after school programs and summer programs whose food curriculum has nuts and doesn't provide an alternative activity.

Allergy discrimination is so so insidious and prevalent. It's happening behind their back and it is everything from the exposure joke to possibly causing someone to go into anaphylaxis from willful ignorance.

Also other parents in the classroom are guilty too. The "not my child not my problem" brain rot means that those lunchboxes are like bombs for airborne exposure allergies

[severingt]

Michelle

I dont think of myself as a nice guy, I prefer to be a good guy. I strive towards this as I think nice guys just get shat on.

So, in 2013 I went to Jamaica and met Michelle. I actually stayed at her place and we shared an appreciation of alcohol. During my time there, Michelle took me to see her friend at Hart training which I think was a government body. A waste of time as the woman there asked me to send my CV and ideas when I got back to UK, which I did and am still awaiting a reply some 8 years later.

Anyway, Michelle wanted to use her place, Michelles Great House, for training in the area that I work in, Management, CPD etc. So there have been a number of false starts and last time I thought if this doesnt happen then I'm not bothering. It didnt

However, I went back on that as the new idea involved her sister and a new venue which she had recently built with her husband, John.

So, I was asked to put something together which basically was like a job application to show what I can bring to the table. So, once again, I bit and produced this:

How to be part of it

The two areas that we discussed:

Customer Service

Change Management

A little about Coaching too

We discussed Taster Sessions to provide Management buy-in; so, like a sales pitch. These sessions might be of 2hrs max. duration. They may have to be a Loss-Leader to start with until we become the Partner of Choice for organisations. It then becomes arguable whether we would need them.

Briefly discussed follow-up sessions; for example, Basic to Advanced or maybe better phrasing would be Practitioner to Master Class?

So, the H/W set was:

How can I be part of it?

Do I want to be part of it?

Yes, I want to be part of it, after 8 years of planning; I think this might be the time when it comes together.

So, the ‘How’ really comes down to what you need and can I provide that. So, the next section is going to read like a CV [Resume for any Canadians readingJ].

I am internationally mobile; I’m not tied to any one country; so, Jamaica and Canada pose no problems. I have an Irish [EU] passport so I can easily access those countries if ever we needed to

I have experience of writing courses to Awarding Body standards and to bespoke guidelines

I have experience of working with Awarding Bodies to create accredited courses and conform to their quality standards

I am skilled in writing for self and for other trainers to deliver

Experience in many sectors:

Government [UK and internationally]

Work-Related

Management

Offender

Initial Teacher Training

Experience of planning class / training room layout to optimise learning experience

I have an Assessor Qualification which allows me to perform graded observations on other trainers [if needed] and ensure quality of provision

I can oversee the physical provision:

Hardware

Need to have / nice to have

Training room layout

The intellectual provision [offer]:

To write and resource courses

Delivery to a high standard

Ensuring quality and standardisation between events and trainers

To perform course interviews

To coach participants

Money:

The profit is in repeats as there are no R&D costs

Value-Addedness or better Enrichment activities shouldn’t cost a lot. So, in-house activities more than field trips? If we thought that these could be an option when booking probably managers would not take them up to keep their costs down; so, they should be just ‘what we do’ our USP if you like.

So, what are we going to pay ourselves? I remember researching this some years ago and I found that top trainers were commanding a daily fee of £1000+ [about 1700 Canadian]. Please don’t think that’s what I want but we have to come to a figure that we can all live with whilst supporting a healthy company.

Further Thoughts:

Since the meeting I’ve been thinking about Train the Trainer courses of various duration Note, I have 2-day courses, 3-week courses ready to run [both C&G courses but we can adapt]

Coaching Skills might be an avenue worth exploring as a short course

Crucially, for quality purposes at least, everyone that is client-facing should receive training in Presentation Techniques, so we are all singing from the same hymn sheet. There can be nothing that undermines a company more than a client talking to one of us and then getting a different answer from someone else in the company. So, professionalism really.

Is this what you wanted?

Questions:

How long do you want the courses to be?

Group size [ultimately this will determine cost to individual / organisation]

What will our commitment be timewise? We talked a little about this but it’ll probably remain a grey area until we know how successful we are

Consider creating an organisational chart

“If it’s not fun, it’s not worth doing” – some Irish guy, 2024

So, I sent it to them and waited. Then I asked whether that was what they wanted and I got back 'Partially'. She said she wanted to start in January

So, we had a few more meetings and I told her that my lease was coming to an end mid-October and I need to know whether we're going ahead or what as I could put my stuff in storage or find a new place here in Thailand

12th September I was told that her sister was coming to Jamaica and they would talk and come to a good decision. The weekend came and went, my birthday [16th] came and went without any message. so I left it for 2 weeks and still nothing. So, I found a new property and put a 22,000 baht deposit on it to move in 15th October.

I'm not angry with Michelle, I'm just disappointed in me falling for it again. Hope will kill you. But, I'm retired. I was coming out of retirement for this project. I dont need it

But I really wont be falling for any of this again. I'm sure I'll get a call in December asking me when I'm coming. Oh, well.

[stxrsfxte]

( from purgatoriius, to byleth! i hope an icebreaker ask is alright!! )

◇ –> "i see this is your first year instructing here, correct?" black eyes briefly glance over the young mercenary, intrigues by archbishop rhea's decision to hiring someone like that - either rhea was, finally, slowly becoming senile and is starting to lose her sense of judgement... or she knew this new face was someone special. ◇ –> regardless - perhaps another peer wouldn't hurt. maybe her "children" attending the classes at the officers academy would have another adult to trust besides their strict and uncaring "father". ◇ –> "i am arlecchino - the combat overseer. you will see me in the training hall quite often," a hand crosses over her chest as, as cordial as the woman was capable of being, lowered her upper body in a bow. "... and i look forward to working alongside you. should you have anything to ask of me, do let me know."

With stiffer movements, Byleth returned the gesture — their hand covering their heart as they bowed slightly. Iris eyes scanned the woman before her, and though Byleth would not boast over being able to gauge someones’ combat potential just from one glance, they were too seasoned of a mercenary to not be able to recognize one who knew how to wield a weapon with deadly capabilities. The air around Arlecchino practically vibrated with the knowledge of her capabilities. It did help that Sothis was within their mind as well, pointing out the sharpness in her eyes, in the way seemed to pierce through Byleth. Luckily, between the two of them, Byleth wasn’t one to ever really feel nervousness, nor could they be unnerved as easily as Sothis was at times. “You are correct. I appreciate your offer, and I look forward to working with you as well. I suspect, from what I have seen over the…curriculum…provided by the academy, that you and I will be communicating often, if only over the needs of the students.”

Inside their mind, they heard Sothis scoffing over the idea that there was anything of the sort that could actually be called a curriculum (not that Byleth really knew any better, having been taught everything they knew by their father and his mercenaries, and the occasionally kind priest or scholar they happened to work for). It seemed more a set of guidelines and rules on what not to do, which was proving to be less than helpful. Even so, they would not let their father down, and chose to view the lack of strictness as a challenge, a puzzle, something they could use to sharpen their own skills on. Even so…

“Perhaps we could exchange tips to each other as well? Something to sharpen each other with, as it were.” Not everyone enjoyed sparring, that was true, much less a request so soon. But, compared to the other professors, it seemed that they might have some common ground with Arlecchino, and that could provide a much needed avenue during their time here. “At your leisure, of course. I am still getting used to being here, so I am in no rush.” Politeness was important here, after all, even if it did make Sothis laugh inside at the delay of it.

[dane-gerous]

Stop Falling in Love, Start Growing in it.

About a year ago, my mom and I made plans to have a lunch date at one of our favorite places to eat in town, Paw Paw Patch, a place we have been indulging in since I was five years old. We got our food and sat down at a table close to the fireplace.

We were catching up and of course, got on the topic of my love life or the lack of it. As I was sharing my experiences of being "ghosted", or just the lack of interest in someone on my end, I finally said, "I just want to meet a woman I can be crazy about and fall in love with." Mom paused from taking the bite of mac and cheese on her fork as she looked up at me and softly said, 

"You don't want to fall in love with anybody. You want to grow in love with someone."

I remember that comment mentally shook me. I just froze for a second as I began to analyze the "Wise Bomb" my mother had just dropped on me. She followed up with, "You think your dad and I have been falling in love over the past 30 years. We've been growing in it". That's when I began to realize I needed to change my mindset, and that would result in changing my approach to relationships.

You see when we "fall in love", you're doing just that. You're uncontrollably and recklessly descending. Yes, the fall is thrilling, exciting, and stimulating, but you have no control over where or how you land. Eventually, you will land, and rarely is it a soft or comfortable landing. Most of the time, it's a damaging or unpleasant experience. Sometimes, you land where you want to and that special person does catch you, but the fall always has risks.

So, what then? You're not falling anymore, so what's the next phase? 

Reality. 

The reality is, while you were free falling all you have are some fun times and romantic memories that quickly fade to the back of your mind when your first test of the relationship arrives suddenly. You've got nothing else to show for it. Building a relationship from fun times and memories is like building a house on sand; the foundation will soon wash away the first time it experiences a rain storm.

Over the past year, I've dissected that Wise Bomb further: Falling in Love vs. Growing in Love. What is the difference, and how do you make sure you're growing and not falling?

When you grow, you're ascending. When you fall, you're descending: You can't grow without building a foundation. The foundation looks different based on your morals, needs, and desires in a partner. These needs and desires are not physical or superficial by the way. These are emotional, mental, and even spiritual needs and desires that you know you require to grow with someone.

When you grow, you can control the speed of the progression. When you fall, you're uncontrollably free-falling: As you grow with someone, you can set boundaries and guidelines that are put in place to protect yourself. If it's going too fast, you can slow it down, but when you're falling, you're at the mercy of the fall and have no control of the speed of your descent. If, at some point, the growth of the relationship begins to sputter, you have the power to readjust things or remove yourself from the stagnant relationship it has become. It may sting some, but because you're in control of the growth speed and those boundaries and guidelines, you come out of the relationship virtually unhurt and ready to invest in someone else. If you're falling, that landing could be crushing and take a lot longer to rebound from.

When you grow, it should help you remember to water the relationship: Relationships take a lot of work, time, and attention. The growing in love mindset vs. falling in love mindset should help you remember to invest in your relationship if you want it to grow. Remember, it takes BOTH people to equally & consistently invest in the growth for the relationship to flourish. It can not be unbalanced or one-sided. That's exhausting and toxic. Personally, it helps me stay accountable and ask myself, "Have I thoroughly assisted in the growth of the relationship today?" Adults keep themselves accountable. Average people make excuses. Don't justify someone's consistent, lame excuses. Justifications don't help grow a damn thing.

Growth is essential to any living thing. If something stops growing it dies. Don't let your relationship die, but give it what it needs to live.

You deserve it.

[rahulkamra65]

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What is body fat?

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[honorhearted]

Her conjecture was as amusing as it was surprising. It wasn't exactly common for womenfolk to speak of the bedroom in mixed company, but over the past twenty-four hours, it had become abundantly clear that Miss Dunster was a far, far cry from "most women."

"If you somehow convinced me to marry you, perhaps I would be willing enough to show you what I like and how I like it. But I do not expect such a thing to happen."

Benjamin snorted. "So you keep saying... And yet the fact you do keep saying it suggests you are very much open to the possibility." Glancing in between her eyes and her mouth, he huskily assured her, "So am I."

Ironically, Benjamin knew that if he'd been introduced to Emma as his proper self and not his disguise, he wouldn't have had the boldness, nor the courage to speak like some sort of experienced rake. Still, it was a bit thrilling to see the color rising in her cheeks, as well as the responsive thrum of his pulse any time they locked eyes. She would assuredly be quite combative between the sheets -- she didn't have to convince him of that with each heated, inciting word.

Any fire he presently felt, alas, was quick to douse with her next snipe: “No, of course not, because you don’t need a woman’s approval, do you? You just take what you want because you can. As long as their father approves of it, you don't need their permission, right?"

The florid color in Benjamin's cheeks blossomed. "I think you greatly exaggerate," he snapped. But rather than defend himself, he allowed her mindless conjecture to continue.

"My father will not hear of this. Ever," she warned. "No matter the outcome. Win or lose, he is not to know of the deal, or else the agreement is forfeit. In addition, you will remain proper in public or else the deal is off."

"Fine," Benjamin agreed, his expression hard. "Though perhaps you should define proper..."

"You are to follow societal guidelines for proper courtship, or the contract is null. In turn, I will behave properly in public, too. Which means no striking, but also no snogging.”

Indicating the slight mark on his cheek, he wryly added, "Well, heaven forbid I no longer have such a lovely collection of your affections...but truly, I'm not even allowed to kiss your hand? Did you find my actions that distracting?"

A hint of pleasure entered his gaze at such a thought, and Benjamin moved closer to her, noting the way Emma stiffened any time he drew remotely near.

“If I find out that you are a spy or a conman, or that you do have a wife somewhere in the world, the deal is off. Do you understand?"

Benjamin blinked at that. There she went again, using that word...why was her first instinct to call him a spy? More troubling was the fact it was true, and yet he didn't understand what would make her so suspicious in the first place.

Shrugging it off, Benjamin affirmed, "Fine. Whatever you wish. But surely, you must agree: this is beneficial for the both of us? I wish for a sound endeavor that will secure my future, and you wish to be unwed so you can handle your affairs in the way you wish to do them." He shrugged. "We can have that together, Miss Dunster. As my wife, I'll let you do whatever godforsaken business transactions you wish, and in return, all I ask for is for the merging of our empires. Is that plan not worth the effort?"

It wasn't that Benjamin didn't believe he could win her over by Yuletide, but Emma was a very stubborn woman and he, in turn, wasn't sure if he'd even still be in town by then. The goal was to glean intelligence as quickly and efficiently as possible, and he couldn't very well do so if she was off trying to avoid him at every twist and turn.

“If you have any restrictions or rules you’d like to present, now is your chance. Otherwise…” Emma turned her head and spat into her open palm, then turned to offer her hand in yet another shake. “Shall we swear on it, Mister Bolton?”

She was undoubtedly expecting disgust for her actions, but Benjamin was oddly endeared by the tradition. As a boy, he and his closest friends would do both blood and spit oaths, so this was nothing new to him.

Moistening his mouth, Benjamin gave an ungentlemanly hock of his own, then slapped their palms together into a messy, unpleasantly wet shake. "I swear it," he agreed. "My restrictions are simple: don't fall in love with me, and we'll be golden."

Despite the teasing quality of his voice, Benjamin was also sincere. Real, genuine sentiment would not bode well for the two of them. He was here for one thing, and she another, so the entwining of heart strings would only serve to maim, rather than save all those involved.

Pressing her hand, he released her before adding, "And when should we start? Or rather, where? Since I imagine you won't let me woo you in private."

"I'll have you know, I am perfectly capable of being soft. I merely tend to reserve such luxuries for people who do not look down upon me."

And would you show me?

"Under different circumstances, yes. I don't need a man wasting my time fumbling about like an idiot in the bedroom." It was not, of course, proper for a woman to admit such things, but Emma wasn't in the business of being proper towards him. If being perceived as a trollop was enough to ward him off of marrying her, she would do it. Swallowing the wave of embarrassment that threatened to crash down upon her, Emma continued. "If you somehow convinced me to marry you, perhaps I would be willing enough to show you what I like and how I like it. But I do not expect such a thing to happen."

I have never lain with a harlot. He defended and Emma searched his expression for any sign of deceit. If he was lying, he was damned good at it, but she refused to be swayed by him, lies or no. I haven’t needed to.

“No, of course not, because you don’t need a woman’s approval, do you? You just take what you want because you can. As long as their father approves of it, you don't need their permission, right?" Her words were pointed as she crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't believe the words she was saying, not entirely, but she wanted to make him break, somehow. And she'd found the quickest way to break a man's composure was to hurl accusations towards him-- the more insane, the better.

His agreement to her risky plan came as surprise and it took her a beat to realize what he'd said. “Done.” She echoed, offering him a curt nod as he reached out to shake her hand. But instead of a simple, professional shake, he dipped down and placed his lips against her skin. His kisses ignited a fire inside of her, one that she couldn’t categorize as either good or bad. It takes her a moment—a moment far too long—to pull away, shielding her hand behind her back.

“We ought to set some guidelines, yes?" She cleared her throat and tried to ignore the heat creeping up her spine along with the lewd thoughts that threatened to float to the forefront of her mind. "My father will not hear of this. Ever. No matter the outcome. Win or lose, he is not to know of the deal, or else the agreement is forfeit. In addition, you will remain proper in public or else the deal is off. You are to follow societal guidelines for proper courtship, or the contract is null. In turn," Emma sighed, setting aside her pride for the sake of a fair game. "I will behave properly in public, too. Which means no striking, but also no snogging.”

The feeling of his lips lingered on her wrist, each heartbeat reminding her of the way his mouth tenderly brushed against her skin. She could play dirty, too, she thought. She wouldn’t let him win. She couldn't.

“And if either of us are to find out something about the other that breaks these rules, the agreement is null. Meaning, if I find out that you are a spy or a conman, or that you do have a wife somewhere in the world, the deal is off. Do you understand? Honesty from here on out, from both of us. I refuse to marry a liar, and I will not bite my tongue for your ego’s sake."

The conditions she proposed lingered in the air for a moment as her mind spun, trying to think of any other important details to add to the contract. She would undoubtedly think of more later, but, for now, she was content with the major rules she had laid down. Propiety in public settings, honesty in all matters, and absolutely no, under any circumstances, informing her father of their plans.

“I propose we give it until Yuletide. It will be a very merry Christmas for one of us, no doubt.” She refused to let him think she had any concerns about winning, but Emma couldn’t help but think ahead. Her life was at risk and it was a true businesswoman who considered the outcome of each win and loss. If she were to win this bet, of which she was determined to do no matter the cost, she would be free to continue her life as a spinster. But if she were to somehow lose, if she were to somehow fall for his fiendish tricks, it wouldn't hurt to put some thought into a possible wedding.

She’d always dreamt of a winter wedding, the kind her own parents supposedly had. The thought of the smell holly and evergreen filling the air sounded magical. With a white dress and white blanketing the world around them, a winter wedding would be beautiful. And the idea of having the presence of another body keeping her warm at night was rather exciting, as well. It would not be his body, though. Anyone but him.

“If you have any restrictions or rules you’d like to present, now is your chance. Otherwise…” With a subtle smirk, Emma hocked a mouthful of saliva and spat in her own hand before holding it out once more in the most unladylike fashion she could conjure up. If he wanted to marry her, he'd have to tolerate her quirks, the good and the bad.

“Shall we swear on it, Mister Bolton?”