#put the voyager tag here WHY NOT

[baylardo]

because im burdened with nacene lore lololol:::::::

as it currently stands the nacene are kinda the keepers and maintainers of likeee quantum realities or likeee idk matter,,,, what keeps the universe and dimensions running,,,,,,,,, they refer to the things they manage as “the strings”, they dont typically have names either :)

their lives get portrayed in different ways to lesser beings to help them understand, similarly to the Q. janeway sees the nacene envisioned as like a person with many hands endlessly working on an elaborate quilt that goes on forever,,,,, and the nacene handling the strings as academy cadets taking exams. the doctor sees the strings as an bodiless orchestra playing rather flatly but consistently for eternity

the nacene we see in the series aka the Caretaker and Suspiria are a faction of the nacene that chose to break away from order and the strings to explore the universe,,,,

should also say that their “realm” is called Exosia,,, suspiria mentions it in Cold Fire but she claims to go there in her off hours and that idea got retconned a little bit in favor of the idea that theres a gatekept single access point to Exosia that is currently locked (until janeway opens it as the chosen “key holder”) suspiria is subsequently labeled as a liar lmao. (good for her)

theres a civil war going on between the maintainers of the strings called “the others” and those that chose to leave Exosia called “the exiled” the others have prevented the exiled from reentering exosia and thereby prevents them from sustaining their immortality (thus why we see the caretaker “die”)

ummmm other nacene include the Light hes supposedly the leader of the exiled, he might be dead he keeps getting mentioned. WELL SEE.

then theres phoebe whos an exiled impersonating janeways sister, got thwarted in the last book, shes a girl with an agenda.

suspiria is EFFECTIVELY dead. winks mysteriously. i like to think shes just living out what little life she has left before dying like her mate hohoho. i doubt itll be addressed conclusively in this book

and Vivia whos part of the others, hates phoebe, also looks like phoebe though. ummm phoebe named her :) shes just trying her best good for her. set to KILL currently lmao

[feitanii-ll]

巛—𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞—⫸

[[ knight !reader x royal !link scenarios ]]

you've been assigned to him for as long as you could remember. people have observed your bond, and it's quite obvious that you're the only reasonable match— the only one he's willing to let take care of him. you wouldn't want to change that fact either, but taking care of link comes with an unfathomable amount of responsibility. such as...

★ "put down that damn frog!"

you're the closest you've ever been to a heart attack at this point. taking the prince out on a voyage where there were monsters lurking about was the last thing you had wanted to do, but unable to resist his insistent, silent pouting, you couldn't exactly denyhim what he wanted.

he's cute when he's curious, which is everyday. you let him roam around with his large observational book, studying and taking notice of whatever shroom or flower was blooming by whatever random tree.

speaking of a tree, you figured to set up a small campsite under a large tree not too far away from the castle. there was a fire going in a pot, and the boy had been throwing random food stuff inside and hoping for the best dish to come from it. you watch with a soft smile— that is, until it deflates as you spot a few bokoblins a little too close and sigh, standing up.

"Stay here." you mumble softly, to which the boy smiles and nods, eyes glued to the way you reach up to grip the handle of your sword, pulling it up and out of its sheathe.

yoi don't take long— really you don't. the bokoblin type was blue, more than easy to take down. you don't even break a sweat until you begin walking back to the tree, only to feel your breath hitch and your heart stop. that damn monster of curiosity (or, link) was holding a poor frog over the pot, probably more than ready to drop it in for Hylia knows what.

your shouting startles the boy, making him go wide-eyed and sheepish as you storm up to him. you take a second to glare before snatching the creature from his hands and setting it back into the small body of water that he was most likely snatched from.

"seriously? I was gone for five minutes." you protest.

his face goes expressive,

'it's for science!' he signs

"I know, link... you always say that." you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, opening your eyes to see him flipping frantically through his research book before holding it open, shoving the open page in your face.

a silly healing elixir that he had been mentioning non-stop. it was probably the reason he was so adamant about tagging along.

"yes, my liege, I know about the elixir. but if you want it so bad, why don't you just simply buy one?" you suggest, exhaustion in your voice.

his face scrunches in disgust at the idea, throwing the book down before signing again,

'too far. want to experience creating it on my own'

you look from his hands to his face, being met with his saddened eyes. if he were anyone else...

"fine..." you mumble, to which he silently celebrates, "just, not in front of me, please?"

'thank you.' he steps closer, and you smile.

'no problem'. you sign back.

* * *

★ "please be careful, my liege." you voice to the blonde prince.

he'd gladly tell you that he was fine if his hands weren't currently full. if anyone else saw how you and link interacted outside of the castle, you're sure you'd be killed for your crimes.

maybe it wasn't a good idea to let the prince of hyrule use your sword and swing it around however he pleased, but in your professional opinion— he's a natural.

"you're doing great!" you smile, shaking your head as he was caught up in his own little world. and he really was. so great that he couldn't heat a word you said. holding a weapon just felt so natural to him, and he absolutely loved it when you offered it up for him to use during leisure time.

his swings are heavy and lethal, but it's obvious to you that he isn't pacing himself. the movements are so natural that he doesn't even comprehend the strain it's putting on his body— not until his swing is stopped.

link looks down at his tightened grasp on the handle, but looseness it as he realizes that you had caught his wrist. his disgruntled expression softens significantly as he looks up at you in awe and embarrassment as you hold his wrists with one hand, and remove the handle the handle from his grip with the other.

"that's enough," tour voice rings through his head as you chuck the sword to the side, face growing serious as you keep holding his wrists, "you alright?"

he can't respond with occupied hands, and so he nods, heart pounding at your serious expression. he wonders what he's done wrong, or what should be wrong, until he begins to feel an ache in his back and shoulders, making him wince. you notice.

"I know that feeling... it's why I stopped you." you explain whilst removing your hands from him. "you're good, but you're straining yourself. you're not fit for that type of intensity."

he mouths a small 'oh', and you sigh, frowning as he rubs his aching shoulder.

"it's alright... I've got something to heal you right up."

the male smiles softly, nodding in appreciation. you were always taking care of him like this. but your encouragement for him to get a little rough and rowdy is why he liked you so much. though you wanted him safe, you weren't constantly sheltering him. he hated that.

he taps your shoulder, to which you turn to him,

'sorry.'

you smile and shake your head, "don't apologize. you did really good my liege. wonder what you'd be like as a knight, actually." you chuckle.

he smiles back, letting the butterflies float around in his tummy.

* * *

★ "what do you think you're doing?"

you felt like you've done this... a lot. for the umpteenth time, you've caught the prince walking around the castle grounds, barefoot, and draped in a softened blanket as he attempts to protect himself from the nighttime breeze.

the look he gives you is one of disappointment as he thinks you're going to take him back inside, but he's pleasantly surprised when you shake your head and simply rest a hand on his shoulder, guiding him forward.

"Don't worry...I'll sit with you."

he smiles, clutching the blanket tighter. beyond the wall, he can spot the swaying of the grass, the wispyness of the clouds in the deep blue sky, and the stillness of the ancient guardians that settled into the ground. he truly loves his kingdom, and you can see it true. he walks until he reaches a spot that makes it easy to see the vast land and takes a seat on the edge of the castle walls.

"this is nice..." you sigh as you sit beside him

he nods, and your eyes glance over to him incase he's ready to talk back. and he does:

'I think I enjoy nighttime the best.' he signs, glancing between you and the beautiful view amongst him, 'sometimes, i think about running. I want to explore.'

you heart aches

"I know, my liege... I'm sorry you feel trapped." you whisper

to your surprise, he laughs softly, shaking his head, 'not trapped... just hidden potential'

you smile. such a purse and positive response. his head turns to face you, eyes so blue that you can't help but observe them thoroughly. he scoots closer beside you, careful, as to not fall, and rest his head on your shoulder.

"I think..." you wrap his blanket around him tighter, "I think we were definitely meant to be this way, my liege." you whisper, and watch as his eyes flutter shut

but not before he nods in agreement, and your heart tate spikes at what he says next.

his hands don't communicate, no. nit this time. instead, you're blessed with a sound ao angelic, so soft that you'd dread if you accidentally missed it.

"I think so too..." he whispers.

* * *

[tk-fandom-stuff]

Hi guys it's a Christmas miracle that I actually managed to finish a fic 😝

Anyway enjoy this no crash and no jimjam fic!! If u tag this as ship I'll get u

If you want to read it on ao3 its right here

Fic under the cut!!

Curly stared at the scene in front of him, cursing the fact that his responsibility as captain means he has to deal with stuff like this. Daisuke, with a look on his face somewhere between sheepishness and a pout, is stuck in the emergency foam. With Swansea glaring at the kid like he's the cause of all his problems, unfair, but the kid was trouble sometimes. They've only been on the ship for close to 5 months and there's already been several incidents like this, usually with Daisuke as the unintentional culprit.

Curly can't ever bring himself to be mad at the kid though, he's a good kid and he only wants to help out, he just needs to listen a little better. “Well. I see the issue here.” He says. Swansea's glower is turned on him. “The kid was brought on just to make me suffer!” He snapped, “Intern my ass.” He grouses. Curly sighs, waving Swansea off, “Go, I'll deal with this, I'm the only one with access to the axe case anyway.” He ignores the man's muttering as he storms out of the room, the door closing behind him.

Turning around to face Daisuke, he raises an eyebrow. “How many times has he warned you not to mess with the vent now?” The kid pouts, “I was just trying to help! How was I supposed to know it would trigger the emergency foam?” He wiggles a bit while he's talking, trying to free his hands from the foam. He gets one out and starts slowly digging out the other hand, which is quite a ways deeper in the foam than the other one was. Curly clears his throat, and when Daisuke looks up at him, gives him a stern look.

“You should know better than to mess with the vent, it's collapsed inside since before this voyage and you've been told that it's too dangerous for even Swansea to try and fix.” He raised an eyebrow. “You've only worked on this ship for 5 months, you're nowhere near qualified enough to fix the vent, it could kill you if you try, at the least it would hurt you pretty bad.” As he's speaking, Daisuke droops, ashamed and embarrassed. He sighs, ruffling the kids' hair. “I'm not mad at you, kid, I don't want you to get hurt and Swansea doesn't either. It's why he's so hard on you.” He gives him a reassuring smile, which Daisuke hesitantly returns.

Curly stepped away to get the axe out of its case, pulling out the code scanner to make sure he puts in the right code. When he grabs the axe and starts walking back, he sighs as he sees Daisuke's nervous look. “Can't you just use your hands and pull me out? I got my hand out on my own” He says with an uneasy grin. Curly leans the axe nearby, resigning himself to calming the kid down. “It's too thick for me to pull you out of it, the only reason you could get your hand out was because it wasn't deep in the foam. And,” He raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn't be in this situation if you had just listened to Swansea.” He shrugged.

Daisuke still looked hesitant, and Curly struggled to think of something to help the kid calm down. The last thing he wanted was him freaking out and getting hit with the axe on accident. He thinks back to earlier in the week during game night, after losing at sorry for the third time in a row Anya had started to tickle him to distract him from the game. The tickle fight that happened could have gone down in history. It would calm him down, and Daisuke never seems to mind it. Plus, maybe it would finally stick that he needs to be more careful and listen to what he's told.

He raises a hand and starts poking at Daisuke's side, grinning at the immediate giggles it elicited. It was always hard not to smile when Daisuke laughed, he's so bright and energetic that his joy and laughter are contagious. “Waihahait!” He squealed and covered his face with his free hand as Curly moved to scribble at his belly. “Daisuke, I'm not even doing anything,” he laughs softly. “Liahahar!” He shrieked when Curly poked at his belly button.

Curly stopped to give Daisuke a moment to breathe before smirking at him. “Is that any way to talk to your captain?” Daisukes eyes go wide. “Waihahait! I dihihidn't mehehean it! Dohohohn’t!” He pleaded as Curly reached for his free hand. He halfheartedly tries to squirm away, but the foam might as well have been concrete with how tough it was to move through it.

Curly, pausing as he gets a slightly evil idea, hums to himself. “don't what?” He asks, hiding a grin. Daisuke walks right into his trap, “tihihickle mehehe!” He giggles out. Daisuke freezes, eyes wide, as he realizes that he just fell for the oldest trick in the book, and one that he himself uses often. His nervous anticipatory smile grows as he stares at the silently grinning captain.

Curly lightly drags his nails around his palm and down his arm, listening to Daisuke's panicked laughter fluctuate as he goes back and forth. “Awww does it tickle, Daiske?” He can't help but tease. He's met with squeaky giggles as he draws closer to his palm.

Curly waited, letting the anticipation build until Daisuke started to get fidgety. Then he strikes, spidering down his arm and scratching at the palm of his hand. Daisuke's giggles get wilder as he unsuccessfully instinctively tries to pull his hand away.

After a moment, he lets go of Daisuke's hand, giving him a moment to breathe. “Alright kid, let's get you out of that foam.” Curly said, picking up the axe from its resting spot. Daisuke nods, still giggling slightly, waiting for Curly to chop through the thick foam before shaking out his body from being trapped in the foam for a while.

When free, he rubs at his palm, chasing away residual tingles. He seems to remember what got his stuck in the foam in the first place, and his head droops, expecting a reprimand. Curly sighs softly, pulling Daisuke into a side hug and ruffling his hair. “Like I said, nobody's truly mad at you, just worried because you could have gotten hurt or worse. Just don't do it again and you'll be fine.” He grins at him, and Daisuke smiles back.

“And you should cheer up, don't think I won't go for round two. Now, go help Swansea, I'm sure he needs your help right now. ” He says, poking Daisuke in the side a couple of times. Daisuke squeaks and moves away a bit. “Okahahahay! Message received!” He laughed out, walking towards the door. He pauses at the entrance for a moment. “Thanks Curly.” He says with an embarrassed flush, before scampering out of the room. Curly watches him go with a fond smile, turning around to get rid of the rest of the foam.

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

WIP Wednesday

Brad x Pres Loki. More Loki tormenting Brad. Suggestive, features daggers.

The hand moved up, fingers delicately dancing across his collarbone, up the side of his neck, tracing around his ear for a moment before sinking into his hair and yanking his head back. Brad was sure he made some whiny noise, but he couldn’t hear it, his mind focused on nothing but the blade pressed against his throat.

Loki chuckled in a low voice, his lips ghosting on his cheek. “Why did you drop in on me, hmm? Did you get bored of your little games in the TVA? Was there no one left to put you in your place?”

Brad glared at him. He didn’t remember this variant coming through the TVA, but maybe it had been another squad who had picked him up from whatever chaos he was causing on the timeline.

The knife scraped against his skin, coming up to his jawline. “I always wondered if, what was her designation again, B-12? No, B-15. How is she? Does she miss me?”

“Mmmmm,” Brad moaned, then rolled his eyes at the stupid game being played.

Loki smirked, removing the dagger and letting his hands drift down his body, reaching for his belt. It clinked, and Brad let out a contented little sigh, leaning his head back against the wall. In short order, his pants fell to the floor and a palm brushed up against him through his underwear, forcing him to buck up into it.

“So eager. So responsive,” Loki breathed, leaning into him again, eyes tracing the saliva Brad could feel slowly dripping down his chin. “Do you taste as delicious as you look?”

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[sorrowful-hyacinth]

Tag Game: Author Ask Tag

Thank you @melpomenelamusa for tagging me! I'm going to use "Voyagers" just because it's the one fresh in my mind right now.

1. What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

Honestly, my stories rarely ever have a message behind them. They're very self-indulgent. I just like seeing my boys suffer. I'm also just a big stickler for whumper-turned-whumpee tropes and this was a good story to try. If I had to guess a theme or a message that might come out through the story later, it might just be as simple as learning to be more humble. Maybe learn to be more kind, you know, the whole "karma is a bitch" thing, well just don't be a bitch. Lol

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

Probably "Pirates of the Caribbean", especially for the setting, attire, and slang. Also siren folklore, but putting my own creative spin on it along the way. Like Caspians lack of a siren voice traded off with godly powers that very few royals in a generation are born with.

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness or help the reader grow as a person?

There was nothing to teach with this story, just trying to put more whump into the community so we can all have a good time making silly blorbos suffer. It's also a little interesting, choosing who the main character is because in my head both Malik and Caspian are the main characters of the whole story. They'll both be the most fleshed out characters and interacting with each other, but I think in my head I'm leaning towards the ending being with Malik, so for now let's just consider him the main character. He's just trying to have a full-filling and meaningful life. building a legacy for pirates of generations to look to for inspiration. His ruthlessness and daring personality are what have gotten him out of his dead-end life and become the captain he is. By the end, I guess we'd expect a lesson from him being to appreciate whats been in front of you and understand that kindness goes a long way.

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

I have no idea. A million if I could, lmao. It'll basically end whenever I feel the story is conclusive enough, but that also doesn't include side stories, AU's, or prompts that might become canon.

5. Is it fan fiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original work! I'm not a big fan fic person when it comes to writing because I always feel like I can't get into the character. Like, I don't know what quips they'd have, what their internal thoughts would be, stuff like that. So original characters make me feel more confident since I know them, I made them. I only ever post here on Tumblr, I do have an AO3 account so maybe I'll post there too one day.

6. When did you start writing?

For this story specifically, it was around Fall 2024. In general, since forever, but for shits and giggles. Never serious, fleshed out stories with characters that have actual backstories.

7. Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

I don't think I have a lot of advice to give, let alone super insightful advice. I will say that I've seen a lot of writers struggling with feeling obligated to put out something for their audience under a deadline and the pressure builds up. Don't feel pressured. Write when you want to, when it comes to you, when you love what you're writing. The people who actually appreciate your work will wait patiently and be there when you publish your work. There will always be someone nagging you and saying how you should put out more faster. Everyone works at a different pace and life gets in the way. Don't stress. The only ones who need to suffer here are our characters because we love them :)

I don't know who's been tagged already sooo I hope I don't repeat too many people: @turn-the-tables-on-them @whumpsday @paperprinxe @skittles-the-whumpee @gala1981 @hollowgast1 @darkthingshappen

[aziraphales-library]

Hi there! Thanks so much for all the work you do in fandom, first and foremost! This is what I'm looking for: A lot of fics use the "angels feel love" thing but wave it off as Aziraphale not realizing or not feeling it coming from Crowley specifically. I'm wondering if you know of any fics where he DOES feel that Crowley loves him and understands immediately, but has to bend his brain around acknowledging or not acknowledging the clear evidence? Thanks so much!

Hello! You may be interested in our #aziraphale can sense love tag, and this post in which Aziraphale does some brain bending regarding his feelings for Crowley. Here are some fics where Aziraphale can sense love but chooses not to acknowledge or act on it...

In The Beginning, The Serpent Was Unloved (Or Was He?) by AnonymousDandelion (G)

… Oh, Aziraphale realized with a sickening start, and he only just managed to keep from staring, stricken and aghast, at the demon at his side. Oh, no. The thing that’s missing. It’s love. Nobody loves him. ~ ~ ~ A serpent strikes up a conversation with the angel of the Eastern Gate. The angel has thoughts and feelings (but he is also spectacularly self-oblivious).

Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark by Mekachu04 (M)

Angels can feel love. Crowley never appreciated that tidbit until now.

Rules and Regulations by Toothpaste_Fresh (T)

Heaven has a lot to say on how an angel should be. Aziraphale's relationship with heaven, and how it pertains to a certain demon named Crowley. Mind the tags!

I Farce In Your General Direction by DemonaHW (T)

In 1842, Crowley was pushed into the Thames from Blackfriars Bridge. Aziraphale was terribly apologetic, but he had seen another angel approaching. It was then, still dripping with foetid river water, that Crowley vowed he was going to find out what specific issue was making the angel more aggravating than usual.   Aziraphale doesn’t want any other angels around Crowley, and Crowley is determined to find out why. It’s going to require a transatlantic voyage and some wiles.   Or: It was supposed to be a celestial farce aboard the SS Great Britain, but characters had Feelings.

Between the Lines by cyankelpie (G)

Crowley took a gulp of ale and gestured with the mug. “Love’s a big word. How can you be sure? Humans mistake these things a lot.” “Angels don’t. If they knew I could feel it, maybe they’d try to tone it down a little.” Crowley stopped moving. Aziraphale was still talking, but he couldn’t hear over the pounding of his pulse in his head. “You can feel that?” he said, when he regained enough of his composure to put together a sentence. “Yes, I—” Aziraphale broke off just for a moment, and his eyes flicked down to the table. “Yes, I can feel it, Crowley.”   (It's hard being two supernatural entities on opposite sides who are in love with each other. It's even harder knowing that those feelings are returned, and that acknowledging it openly would be disastrous.)

- Mod D

[byuteablanc]

World Wide Red ✦ Romeo (The Admin) x Reader

Tags — reader is gender neutral, reader is race neutral, Romeo is possessive, happens before jesse exists, happens after Fred is dead and xara is imprisoned, not beta read

Summary

You are a bonafide, courageous warrior.

You’ve slayed beast after beast in all the known lands, conquered every challenge thrown at you.

This caught the gaze of a pair of unwanted eyes, you unknowingly being tested by Him until he called out to you.

You’re now in the thrall of a man who’s power is almost incomprehensible, and have no way out.

At least he likes you, you’re his “champion” after all.

You just have to cooperate.

This fanficion is also available to read on AO3 with in depth tags listed. Click here to view. First chapter is under separation line.

Noticed by the Divine

It was a clear night, zombies roaming, skeletons waiting for their next target. You were on your usual nomadic voyage, forgoing sleep for the hunt of the next victory.

Things were boring. You had been in a bit of a lull in action as of late, with the usual mobs losing their luster. You were aching for something new, something fulfilling.

You were shot at, you barely dodged, what a sneaky little skeleton! You’d relish this fight.

You took cover, swiveling your head side to side as you attempted to survey your surroundings. You glanced at the arrow that almost struck you moments ago, looking back as fast as you glanced away to take a closer look. It was a red tipped arrow, that meant healing… Why would a skeleton try to heal you?

Except the arrow didn’t look normal, it had black wood and feathers at its mantle.

Adrenaline rushed through you. A new mystery always meant an interesting opponent!

You were shot at again, you dodged. You’d relish brandished your diamond sword, getting in a fighting stance. Your eyes searched for your aggressor, but found nothing in sight?

You were shot at continuously, the attempts to hit you getting closer by the shot.

“Who are you?!” You yelled into the night sky, “Reveal yourself!”

You got no response back.

The arrows kept coming, one pierced your flesh, resulting in a yelp. That was definitely not an arrow of healing. The wound burned like magma and was gradually taking down your health more and more by the second.

You were not going to die by some mysterious force!

You looked around for an escape route, taking out the painful arrow in the process. You saw a cave, it could be good cover, allow you to recollect.

You made a run for it, avoiding the arrows tailing your pursuit of shelter.

You quickly reached through your inventory, finding spare cobblestone that could seal you in from the arrows. Arriving at the cave, you quickly boxed yourself in the cave with a wall of cobblestone. Thankfully, that stopped the flurry of arrows coming your way.

You slumped down to the ground, leaning against your stone wall, calming yourself down. ‘What even was that?!’ you thought, rummaging for a torch in your inventory.

Cave now illuminated, you noticed the acute lack of mobs. That concerned you. They always spawned at night and in dark caves. Where were they?

This was definitely a weird night.

Taking a bite of your pork chop to restore your health, having no other choice, you journeyed on through the cave. You had a feeling that whatever was in this cave was the answer to this conundrum.

As you walked, you came to notice a glowing red light? That most definitely wasn’t normal. You persisted, following this light to its source.

It lead you to a wide cavern adorned with red accents that looked almost, royal? You hadn’t known of any royalty, maybe the lords and ladies that littered your lands could’ve done this but they would never had been able to construct something to this degree, not with all the serfs in the world. You put away your torch, not needing it anymore.

Looking straight ahead, you found the epicenter, the light source.

It was a large pyramid like structure with stairs leading up to the top that heralded a… red glove?

You furrowed your brows, beginning to hear whispers. The glove seemed to call your name, coo to you as if an old friend. It recalled your titles you’ve been granted due to your legends of grandeur, calling you the greatest warrior in all the lands.

You answered the call out of curiosity, never backing away from such a thing. Stepping up the stairs, this whole situation began to settle into your skin as goosebumps settled. You weren’t easily perturbed, but this took you for a whirl you had felt since you encountered your first mob. It was unfamiliar, uncomfortable.

You see it, climbing the last step. You were mistaken, it was a gauntlet, not a glove. It was red with black accents with just a hint of silver, it was perfectly fit for your forearm.

Now you were scared.

The whispers were overwhelming, the light pulsing. You squinted your eyes to hinder its effects but everything got louder. It was yelling now, demanding you wear it.

Against your better judgement, you submit and reach for the gauntlet. It thrusts onto your forearm, sending you back a bit in its force making you trip and fall back down the stairs.

You try and pick yourself back up, the cavern was dark now with the only source of light being the dim red ebb your gauntlet gave off.

You were in sheer shock. This situation had nothing to make of it. All your life no one had ever been through or talked about this—

“Hello, champion~”

You look above you to see where the greeting came from. There was this glowing, dark gray creature that looked a bit like a regular person. It was an otherworldly sight.

“You should rethink the way you speak of me, mortal.”

“You can hear my thoughts?” You asked incredulously.

The not creature looked unamused. “What else would I be talking about? And here I thought you were clever.”

Ouch. “What is your name?”

“You can call me The Admin. And you are now my dutiful champion.”

You had heard of this “Admin” before, but he was only supposed to be silly folktales you told to children before bed. You could hardly believe this was real.

But you were confused on this champion bit.

“What do you mean by “Champion”?” You held up air quotes.

“I mean you will now serve me and become the second strongest person in all the lands.”

Not particularly caring if it could hear you, you thought ‘Second strongest huh? Hmmph.’ You furrowed your brows, speaking. “Were you the one hurling arrows at me earlier?”

He puts his arms up in defense. “I may preface before I say anything that it was a final test of your worthiness to be mine, nothing else. I didn’t want to kill you, persay.”

This all felt like a weird dream.

“I did not sign up for this, Admin. I don’t—“

“Well I don’t care. You are a product of my world,” his face got closer to yours, “the strongest that defeated any monstrosity,” closer, “and now you get the opportunity to get close to the strength of a god.” You could’ve been forehead touching you were so close.

You tried to stand your ground, but the goosebumps on the back of your neck held how uncomfortable this was.

The Admin reeled back, laughing. “You should be grateful I’m even thinking about this, you mean nothing!” He yelled.

He looked giddy. “And besides, you can’t get out of this anyways. Unless I ever decide to let you go, you’re my champion!”

“Don’t you see, this is fun!”

“You’re crazy.” You said out loud, shaky.

“And you, my champion, are in need of some correction.” He glared at you, the world starting to bend around you as you began to float.

“One day, you’ll see it my way.”

First Chapter (you’re here! :D) ✦ Present ✦ Next Chapter

Author’s Note

Hope you enjoyed! I had a lotta fun making this first chapter.

[hortaheart]

Been puzzling over Tuvok and Chakotay's dynamic, why they still have such a frosty, poor relationship five years into the journey, and what a flashback into their Maquis days would look like, and I've come to my own personal interpretation.

I believe that Chakotay sees Tuvok as having a deeply flawed moral character, and Tuvok sees Chakotay as the epitome of the foolishness of emotion.

For background, this started when I saw @bumblingbabooshka 's tags the other day on this post, about how Tuvok has no ability to purposefully endear himself to others. This really struck me as a true and concise statement that reflected what I had been thinking about Tuvok during my rewatch. I've also been thinking that Tuvok is very different from the other main Vulcans in the various series, because while he is a Vulcan in Starfleet, he is very much not a Starfleet Vulcan.

What I mean by that, what I think of as a "Starfleet Vulcan", is a Vulcan who, no matter how much they may be appalled or frustrated or confused by human and other species emotionalism, they also have a specific enjoyment of their antics and an appreciation for their alternate way of being.

Tuvok is not like that. He respects and appreciates Janeway utterly, as well as a few others in less intense capacities, (Kes comes to mind), but he never shows a single hint that he finds emotions anything but frivolous, irritating, and Incorrect.

I was thinking about his positive relationships and why they are different, and I've come to the conclusion that it is because Janeway, despite a light teasing every once in a great while, generally takes him as deadly seriously as he wants to be taken. Kes, also, takes him and everything he says deeply seriously. Seven, too, takes just about everyone and everything seriously, which is why they have such a good dynamic. Part of why those three are so partial to him, in return, is that all three of them have a prominent desire to be taken seriously, which Tuvok can always be relied upon to do. (His dynamic with B'Elanna is more complicated and I won't get into my interpretation of that in this post.)

This also explains why he has such a dislike of Paris, and partly Chakotay, and never seems to let Harry that close. (Despite having some nice moments with him, due to Harry's earnestness and open meticulous care for his job, in my opinion.)

It's not just the way that he wants to be in the universe, it is also the way he wants the universe to be around him. The totality of this trait makes for a pretty unique character, in my opinion. It's also what makes him so suited for Voyager over the other Treks, the series that most consistently puts it's characters in horrific action situations that require a serious military tactician.

Now, how did he get close to Chakotay during his time spying on the Maquis? How did he learn the name of every single crewman on board, when surely there is nothing so foolish for criminals to have as a crew manifest on board, and he is not an adept conversationalist to put it mildly?

Here's what I think: Tuvok has absolutely no ability to purposefully endear himself to others, when he is being himself. For the majority of the series, there is no situation that convinces him to act as anything but himself. (This causes many problems.) Despite having little ability to improvise, I think he made a good spy simply by accurately aping Maquis moral stances and language. With prior research and attention to detail, I think this is well within his capabilities.

Most importantly, I think he would hardly need to do much else. By virtue of being Vulcan, a species most people tend to trust and take at their word. If he convinced them that he believes that fighting with the Maquis is the logical thing to do, they would trust him. It reflects what they already believe, and he is Vulcan, so why not?

I think it is very interesting that in Resolutions, Chakotay describes himself as someone who, before Voyager, was always fighting with the people around him, even those within his group. Now, Tuvok doesn't take offensive emotional outbursts personally, as he sees them as utterly illogical, (as in, he'll probably think less of you, but he won't stoop to reacting pettily, very pointedly) and he especially wouldn't if it would interfere with his mission.

Due to their lack of formal training to work in groups, their constant dealings with treachery and oppression, their dire personal circumstances, the necessity of a band of rebels to be full of people who readily stand up for their beliefs, and the culture of the Maquis, the Maquis crew are generally shown to be quite argumentative and disagreeable. Tuvok would be a stark stand-out as someone always patient with their antagonism, trustworthy, and not to mention an exceedingly capable officer that you can rely on in a fight. I believe this is the crux of him getting close to Chakotay, and the rest of the crew.

Then, he betrays them, and is revealed to have never shared their convictions.

Chakotay understands Tuvok was just doing his duty as a Starfleet officer, he might even stop holding the betrayal against him at some point, but the abrupt, horrible transition of thinking of him as someone who shared the same morals, who cares about the same people Chakotay cares about, into knowing he does not, well. I don't think Chakotay's opinion of Tuvok ever recovers from this. Tuvok makes no effort to help it recover! Whatsoever! At any point! I believe his military mindset is at direct odds with Chakotay's high valuation of life, an interesting opposite of the dynamic between Spock and the human crewmen in The Galileo 7.

Of course, despite being quick to fire phasers, Tuvok does value life, but he is not in anyway a diplomat, even within his own crew. I believe the constant irritations this causes on the ship, (thankfully less and less as the series goes on and they accept him), are constant irritating reminders to Chakotay that Tuvok is not the person he used to think he was, and wanted him to be. Tuvok never does anything to soften this impression using what he learned, because Tuvok is incapable of being anyone but himself unless under orders to do so. He is constantly, harshly different. I think it drives Chakotay crazy.

MEANWHILE! Tuvok worked much more efficiently with his Maquis crewmates before the betrayal. When they liked him, they listened to him more. Despite the wisdom of his logic and his orders being the same if not greater now. There were even turbulent discoursive times when they worked better with him, ever patient, correct, and steadfast, than they did with Chakotay, who was apparently not as much those things as he is now. For them to come to Starfleet, to Janeway's command, his domain, and suddenly work better with the teasing, unserious, emotional, Chakotay, over him! Well. Despite the facts of the betrayal, and his powerful emotional suppression, I believe this would grate. Perhaps cognitively rather than emotionally, but grating all the same.

This is how Tuvok's subconscious conception of the crew's emotional irrationality, (the WORST thing in the UNIVERSE, with NO UPSIDES), gets utterly tied up with his subconscious impression of Chakotay. Whenever the crew or Chakotay fail to be utterly serious and logical actors, it adds to the irritation. Whenever Chakotay succeeds with wrangling the crew where Tuvok fails, it adds to the irritation. This of course happens constantly. Tuvok is too adept at following the teachings of Surak to hate.

But he fuckin' hates that guy.

And the feeling is mutual!

[stomach-rental]

this is a very silly question, but what is endosoma? i've seen it tossed around here and there but i haven't seen an explanation

also, why do some character names have slashes (the /) in them?

Hi! It's okay, it gets a little confusing around here sometimes.

Endosoma is a concept similar to vore, but not quite as specific. It's about being inside of another person's body, but includes all Kinds of parts of the body, not just the digestive system-- heart, lungs, nerves, muscles, you name it! All vore is endosoma, but not all endosoma is vore, sort of like the rectangle/square type deal. It's very popular in "vore-type" media, especially from the late 1990s and 2000s, to use endosoma instead of vore since endosoma can be more exploratory, alien, and strange. It's also definitely less close to sexual-- after all, usually people are much smaller in endosoma and are inside of ships or similar things, so it's not as easy to push into the whole person on person dynamic. Think Innerspace, Magic School Bus, Fantastic Voyage, etc.! But there are types of endosoma where it Is just someone in the body instead of utilizing some ship, more popular with non-human anthropomorphized settings where parts of the body are actually little people running things, and those parts can be really cool too.

Endosoma is hard to come by due to the mass popularization of using endosoma as a catch-all term for safe vore, despite safe vore having its own terms already. This means that actually finding real endosoma content that isn't Just Vore is super hard to come by, and that's part of why I've been advocating so hard for people to separate the tags and only tag endosoma if it's beyond just the stomach/mouth situation (even though vore Does count as endo). It just makes it so hopefully we'll not be trying to find a needle in a hay stack anytime anyone wants to talk about endosoma specifically, AND ensures that people that might be triggered by this more body-horror-accommodating concept don't accidentally come across it while trying to go through their usual interests.

Some people use slashes or other things to break up names of characters directly from outside media that is not vore related, because Tumblr will automatically group those in with the *normal tags for that show/game/etc.*, leading to people finding the vore who were NOT wanting to see it. By putting the dashes and other separations in the way, Tumblr doesn't screw up the search system, and it's safer! Of course, I don't typically do that with my stuff because Getting In Deep is a vore centered story, and anyone looking for it is obviously going to be comfortable with vore to some extent that they will Expect it to show up. Same with OCs-- not that my OCs are usually vore centric, but. You know. Nobody's gonna be searching for them so they won't get surprised by it, which means there's no need to break up the names.

I hope that answers your questions!!

[all-the-pacs]

#0 - We intend to play every single Pac-Man game in chronological order

Well, you read the title, you know exactly what you're getting into here. Allow us to re-iterate our thesis in a bit more detail, however:

What we intend to do with this blog is a sort of "expedition" of sorts as we play every single Pac-Man game, in chronological order. Why are we doing this? Well, a few reasons:

As you can imagine, we've been life-time fans of Pac-Man, ever since learning of the games from rinkydink old Plug & Plays from the early 2000s. Despite this, and despite Pac-Man being our eternal Smash Bros. main, we've never actually sat down and played a vast majority of his library.

We love weird and obscure games, and the Pac-Man series is home to an absolute wealth of those.

We're morbidly curious just how deep this Pac-Man rabbit hole goes, especially since he has such a vast coverage of genres and styles that all seem to be at odds with one another. (Seriously, ask any two people what they like about Pac-Man and there's a good chance their answers will vastly differ!)

Last, but not least, we're bored. And also, it's fun. We love committing to silly bits!

(Psst! Under the read-more is a tiny bit more preamble!)

First of all, hello! I'm putting the juicy deets under read-mores to prevent just flooding the tags with these things.

...So, originally, we intended to make this a video project--we'd do this as sort of a recorded Let's Play, and we'd talk about the games as we go along. Except... It turns out we kinda suck at doing that. We prefer to share our thoughts after the fact, and most of the time we simply focus on playing the game first and foremost, and talking with present friends about total nonsense rather than talking about the game. There's nothing wrong with that, mind you, but it definitely is at-odds with our analytical styles we're trying to aim for!

So... Instead of that, we've come up with a different plan. We intend to play every single game, and for every play session we undertake, we will give a textual recap of our experience and report back with our findings. It's like reading a Captain's Log of our voyage, but on the weB!

Anyways, we think that's enough. We don't have a set schedule for these at the moment, we're just going to be posting these as we go along. Join us next time, when we start by. Uh. Not actually playing a Pac-Man game as our first one--yeah, strap in folks, we're about to get very silly, very fast.

[hawthornsword]

8 TV shows to get to know me

Thank you for the tag @lizardberries

Uhhh this was weirdly hard. How do I choose? There are so many! Also I'm suddenly realizing I almost never finish watching anything? Probably why I prefer movies. I won't put any Star Wars bc y'all already know I watch those, lol. Here is a random smattering.

Sailor Moon

Digimon

Star Trek (Enterprise and Voyager)

Alias

Firefly

Big Bang Theory

Doctor Who

The Witcher

Tagging @aces-to-apples @trudemaethien @frostbitebakery if you want.

[pmwritesandpoems]

A Timeless Hogwarts Legacy: Sparks Fly (4/16)

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy Main Title: A Timeless Hogwarts Legacy Pairing: Ominis Gaunt/Original Female Character Tags: Romance; Hurt/Comfort; Angst; Fluff; Friendship; Mutual Pining

Chapter: 4/16 Title: Sparks Fly Word count: 9,973

Last Chapters: AO3 (All Chapters): AO3 Tumblr: Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3

Last Chapter Preview: “It's too late for me.” Evelyn whispered, her vision blurred with tears.

“It’s never too late.” Ominis rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand. “Who you are is not what you did, Evelyn Rose. At least not to me.” 

Evelyn felt like she was struck by lightning as she heard Ominis. The tears cannot be contained anymore. She let go of his hands and swiftly wrapped her arms around him, overtaken with emotion. Which was quickly returned by the blind Slytherin.

“You’re still an Innocent.” He whispered to her as she cried her heart out on his shoulder.

Reminder:

I won't mention the main character house, you could choose her house yourself

You could change my original character name with yours, I’ll try my best to not mention her skin, hair, and eye colour so you could match it with your own. 

I  am no expert of the Victorian era, the use of the calendar system, etiquette, and many other things from the said era are changed as I see fit to support the story. Several insertions of modern era culture will be present as well to support the story.

You could also read this on AO3.

Enjoy!

p.s. please don't hesitate to comment if you'd like!

4. Sparks Fly

Late Winter, Early 1891

Evelyn found herself climbing the stairs of the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower in the middle of the night once more. The last time she did this was a few days ago, when she ran into Ominis out of the blue, and ended up confessing her greatest sin in tears. 

Her cheeks flushed as the memory of her weeping in his arms flashed through her head. She couldn’t stop herself from blushing every time she saw him after that. It was so humiliating that she felt obligated to avoid ominis for a few days. And how difficult it was to do.

He was everywhere. In the classroom, the corridors, the courtyard, and even at the most remote corner in the library. Every time Evelyn came to a room, he was there. It was almost as though fate was punishing her more. She also had to be terrified of humiliating herself to death in front of him, as if the terrors from her nightmares weren't enough. The terrors that have led her here, wandering in the halls in her nightgown again. The only difference was she wore it with a robe this time.

She only wanted to get some sleep beneath the open skies in her coastal vivarium. Merlin help her if she gets any surprise meetings tonight.

Hoping desperately in her heart, Evelyn continued her journey and tried her best to be as silent as possible when she passed another patrolling prefect. She didn't know why, but they had seemed to increase in number tonight, making it rather difficult for her to move unnoticed. Afraid of getting caught and put into detention, she cast the disillusionment charm on herself and continued her covert voyage. 

Her steps halted as she entered a hallway with a tapestry on one side. She looked around carefully. After, and only after she was sure there was not a single soul around except herself, she dispelled the charm. 

“Having a nightmare again?”

“AH!” Evelyn screamed in surprise. She looked to her right, where a boy with a pulsating red wand appeared out of nowhere. How could she not notice him? Did he cast a disillusionment charm on himself?

“How—”

“Is anyone there?” A sound from the hallway behind her interrupted Evelyn. She didn’t even get a chance to respond as she felt the boy grab her hand after hearing the same voice and pull her along with him, running away from the sound with his wand in front as a guide through the darkness.

Evelyn felt her legs ache as she struggled to match the boy’s pace. It was certainly not fair for her since his step was twice as far as hers. He suddenly turned right, and Evelyn almost stumbled when she took her third step following him, bringing them both to a standstill.

“What is that?!” Evelyn whispered, annoyed, as she tried to see clearly in the darkness. When did it get so dark, she didn’t know. The red light from her partner's wand currently wasn’t enough for her eyes to clearly see what made her almost fall to the floor.

“Stairs,” the boy said quickly as he tightened his grip on her hand, “be careful.”

“Thanks for the warning,” she replied sarcastically and continued to complain in a whisper, “is it so hard to cast Lumos?!”

“Like that could’ve helped me.” The boy answered. The sarcasm and roll of the eyes from the blind boy were not missed by Evelyn. She was going to take her own wand from her pocket when—

“Hello?” Another voice could be heard approaching from the hall they just left, followed by nearing footsteps, stopping her movement.

“Lumos,” the boy whispered to his wand. The crimson light from the tip of it shined brighter under his command, illuminating the surroundings and allowing Evelyn to see the stairs in front of her under its warm glow. Without wasting any more time, the boy tugged on their intertwined hands and began to climb the stairs expertly with his wand in front of him. In panic of being caught, she swiftly followed the boy up with the crimson light helping her to see.

They climbed up for a while until the boy finally stopped and extinguished the light from his wand, causing it to glow like usual. Evelyn felt anxiety as she saw the light dim. She turned, just to see the once-lit stairwell turn dark again, making it nearly impossible for her to see more than five steps below. She couldn’t see if the previous person who followed them had already caught them up or not. Merlin help her if they did, detention was not on her list to do tonight, tomorrow, or ever.

With his hand still holding hers, Evelyn felt the boy turn around. She turned back to find him tilting his head towards the stairs, concentrating with his eyes closed and his brow furrowed. In curiosity, she turned towards the stairs again and did the same. He must have heard something Evelyn definitely couldn’t since his posture became relaxed after a few seconds.

“We’re good,” he let go of Evelyn's hand, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Evelyn answered shyly. A brisk wind passed through her. Confused by it, she turned and finally saw the place he had taken her to. The spinning orbs made from steel were surely a dead giveaway of where she was. She exclaimed in disbelief as she realised she was back to the place of her last embarrassment with the one who she was embarrassed with.

“Here!? Again!?”

“I would lower my voice if I were you.” The boy spoke calmly as he walked to the table near the chalkboard. 

Evelyn huffed, “You’ve said that we’re good.”

“We’re good, but your voice could still echo down,” The boy hovered his wand over the table in front of him, “lower it down, at least until you get further from the stairs.”

Evelyn sighed and approached the boy before asking in a normal voice. “Why did you bring me here, Ominis?” 

“You can go back to the hall and be caught in detention if you like,” Ominis answered curtly with his back on Evelyn. 

“I—”

“Or you can stay here until they’re gone.” His interruption came still in a curt manner as he turned. Evelyn could see his left hand holding a stick that was tied to a jar with a rope. The jar emitted a blue glow. Pale blue, similar to his eyes.

“Bluebell flames.” Evelyn said as she saw the familiar makeshift lantern they had left behind.

Ominis extended his lantern-wielding hand towards her indignantly. “To keep you warm. If you decide to stay.”

“Thank you,” she took the Bluebell Flames lantern from him with trembling hands, “I-I’ll stay.”

“Well then, I shall leave you alone.” He said quickly, pointed his wand towards the stairs and began to walk towards them.

“Wait!” Evelyn called, stopping him from taking any more steps. She approached him and said timidly, “You could…wait here with me. If you’d like.”

Sarcasm could be heard in Ominis's voice. “Would you?” he tilted his head towards her, “like it when I’m near?”

“Of course I—”

“I don’t think so,” interrupted Ominis. His voice came to a whisper as he continued, “Because you certainly don't for the past few days.”

“I—”

Ominis abruptly moved his body towards her. "Why are you avoiding me?" He asked sharply.

“What—” 

“Why?” He cut her off again, his voice full of distress. “Is it something I've done?” He quickly added. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Ominis,” she answered with regret. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

"Then why?" he said, his voice filled with desperate anger. Evelyn panicked and blurted out the first thing that came to her.

“I’m ashamed. I cried my heart out to you, and burdened you with my troubling mind when you already had enough problems,” she hung her head, “I am sorry.”

“Am I not your friend?” Ominis asked with his arms crossed over his chest, clearly annoyed. 

Evelyn looked up, surprised to hear the question. The crimson glow from his wand made him appear scary, prompting her to gaze down once again.

“You are.” She answered timidly.

“Then why are you ashamed of telling me your problems? Why are you ashamed to cry in front of me?” Ominis demanded angrily. “Isn’t that what friends are meant to do?” he lowered his hands and took a step closer, “come to each other’s aid?”

Evelyn lowered her head further. “It is.”

“Then why?” he asked, both of his hands fell on either side, hanging dejectedly.

In all honesty, Evelyn didn’t know either. She really thought it was the embarrassment of realising someone knew your deepest, darkest secret. She couldn’t stop herself from blushing every time she saw him after doing exactly that. But when he put it like that, the answer became void in her head too. They are friends. It’s what friends are meant to do, isn’t it? Share each other's secrets? Comfort and aid one another when they are in need? 

She listened and soothed Sebastian when he wallowed in his guilt over his uncle’s death. She listened and comforted Poppy when she cried about missing her parents. She listened and accompanied Natty when she’s upset because she remembered her late father. Why was it any different when she’s the one being listened to and consoled? Why was it different when Ominis did it to her?

“I don’t know either, Ominis.” She answered dejectedly. “But I always feel embarrassed everytime I’m near you since the last time we met…” Evelyn said, her voice trailing off as she looked at the particular edge where she and Ominis embraced each other tightly the other night, her cheeks getting hotter by the second, “here.”

“Then stop avoiding me and let me help.” He commanded angrily. When he didn’t hear any reaction from her, he sighed tiredly and pleaded, “I almost lost a friend. Don't put me through the agony of believing I'm about to lose another one.”

Guilt struck Evelyn like a Graphorn. Hearing Ominis’s plea made her realise how selfish she was. She hadn't considered how her avoidance of him might hurt him. She solely considered what was best for her and ignored his feelings. He must have been lonely since Sebastian and he still weren't on good terms. And with her avoiding him…he was alone.

Evelyn raised her head and looked straight at him. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologised with all her heart. “I’m so sorry, Ominis.”

“It’s all right. Just…” Ominis said, trailing off as he took a deep breath. “Don’t do it again. Tell me right away if you have any problems, even if it's because of me.”

“I will,” Evelyn nodded, “I promise.”

“All right then,” Ominis nodded and walked to the same edge where they embraced just a couple days ago, “we best get comfortable, those prefects would be patrolling here for a while before they head to the other side of the castle after the commotion you made.” 

Evelyn’s face began to warm up again as her mind decided to relieve the memory of being embraced by him. How she felt his warmth through layers of clothing, how she felt his hands gently caressed her back, and how she felt his breath so close to her as he whispered soothing reassurance to her weeping self.

“Are you avoiding me again?” 

Ominis, already seated on the edge, legs dangling like he had done a few days before, woke her up from her reverie.

“No.” She answered indignantly and added in a much lower voice, whispering, “I’m just too flushed to be near you right now.”

“Pardon?” Ominis asked with his head tilted towards her. Panic rushed in Evelyn’s veins as she realised he might have heard what she said. 

“N-Nothing.” She quickly replied and tried her best to forget her previous thoughts and change the topic as she approached him. 

“Anyway,” she put the bluebell flame lantern on the space on his left and began to sit down beside him, the lantern separating them, “what were you doing?” 

“I was actually on a secret mission of my own before you barged in with your noisy steps,” Ominis said. He said it so seriously that Evelyn instantly believed it.

“Secret mission?” She asked in pure curiosity.

“It’s a secret, so I can’t tell you,” he said quietly and continued with regret, “sorry.”

“Is that why you were hiding when I came to the hallway?” Evelyn whispered. She didn’t know why, but she felt like she was supposed to.

“Yes, don’t tell anyone about it. Otherwise, you'll be cursed before you've even said a single word.” 

Evelyn believed him. With the ominous threat, she truly did. Until she saw the corner of his lips began to tremble as he tried to contain his laugh. 

“Oh, you’re mean!” Evelyn hit his left shoulder playfully as she realised she had been tricked.

“Hey!” Ominis exclaimed between his chuckles, as he rubbed his left shoulder that she hit, “it was a secret mission!”

“Ah…A secret illegal mission,” Evelyn teased as she played along with Ominis’s scheme. “A gaunt heir wandering the halls of Hogwarts at night,” she stroked her chin thoughtfully, “what could he possibly be doing?”

“Not illegal in ‘going to a secret chamber and letting out a monster to kill everyone’ way,” he said while still rubbing his shoulder. “It was more of an illegal ‘I need to get out and get some air when I am forbidden to’ way.”

That came out of nowhere. Of course, Evelyn’s mind focused on the one thing she found so strange to be told as a comparison. 

“Hogwarts has a secret chamber that holds a monster?!”

“Uh…no?” Ominis replied nervously. Which made Evelyn more inclined to believe that it was a fact rather than a lie. Hogwarts had to have a secret chamber, containing a monster that could kill everyone in the school.

“Liar.” Evelyn said while squinting in disbelief at Ominis.

“Tell me about the cave where you defeated Ranrok, and I’ll tell you about the chamber,” Ominis offered. 

That made Evelyn's eyes go wide. She clearly didn’t expect him to ask her about it. Everyone in the school knew about the battle, but they never asked her. They probably didn’t know why Ranrok came and invaded Hogwarts, or why she was there. Let alone suggest that she’s the one who defeated him. The professors probably told some stories to cover it up, and she certainly didn’t know a thing about it. How could he possibly know about it?

Screw it. She preferred to not know about the chamber at all rather than tell him about the magic repository and the whole story following it. It was certainly not on her agenda today to talk about it and cause a ruckus with the professors, who tried their best to keep it secret.

“Next topic!” she said in panic. “How come I didn’t see you earlier?”

Ominis chuckled at her panic before continuing, “I thought you were a prefect, so I hid myself in the shadows,” he answered casually.  “Being blind and accustomed to the darkness has its perks,” he added. “And also, perhaps you couldn’t because I commanded my wand to stop pulsing its waves.”

“You could do it?!”

“Of course,” Ominis shrugged. “It might have its own ‘mind’, but it still listens and obeys me. I told it to stop and became completely ‘blind’ for a few seconds before I realised it was you.”

“I see….” Evelyn said. Her voice trailing off as she tried to think what else she could ask him.

“You haven’t told me your answer yet.” Ominis said out of the blue.

“My answer to what?”

“Are you having a nightmare again?” He asked softly.

“Yeah,” Evelyn answered tiredly. She sighed, “but I got used to it by now.”

“It won’t go away soon.”

The way Ominis said it made Evelyn feel sad. He said it like he knew how it felt. As if he had experienced it himself. She wondered whether the secret mission he had before had something to do with his own battle against nightmare dread. But decided not to ask about it. It’s not exactly her place to ask about it when she also kept it a secret from him and avoided him after she finally told him about it. He would tell her if he wanted too.

“You sound so sure about it.”

“I know it,” Ominis sighed and smiled softly, “But I’m here to help.” He tilted his head towards her, emphasising the genuineness in his voice even more, “if you need it.”

Evelyn smiled, “Thank you, Ominis.”

“And I also wanted to help you figure out your…discomfort around me,” he continued, resolute in his voice. “What do you usually do to calm yourself? Perhaps I could help you in doing so, or simply remind you to do so whenever you feel nervous around me.”

Evelyn was moved by his sincere desire to help her. She felt a peculiar flutter in her chest as she smiled at the genuine friend beside her.  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself by focusing on the breeze that blew softly. Being in the same exact position when she cried her heart out to him before surely brought a lot of feelings inside her. 

Here she was, making him do something for her again for the sake of friendship when she hadn’t even given him anything except being a poor one for him. The one who gave her comfort, when all she gave him was hurt.

“I used to count to eighteen,” Evelyn said.

“Why?”

Still closing her eyes, she answered, “Well, my birthday is on the eighteenth of November, my house number is eighteen, and the legal age is eighteen. I guess I just like eighteen.”

Silence came until Ominis spoke timidly, “My birthday is on the eighteenth too. The eighteenth of January.”

Opening her eyes in shock, Evelyn turned her head to the right all of a sudden, accidentally whipping the poor boy’s face with her hair, “Hey, it is today!” 

She then grimaced when she saw him rubbing his cheeks, “Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry!” Her right hand cupped his left cheek, trying to soothe the pain she caused. With her focus only on the handsome face in front of her, Evelyn didn’t even realise she kept her hands on his cheek longer than she should. A soft smile bloomed in her face as she gazed at his face—a smile that, sadly, he would never see. 

“Happy birthday, Ominis.” She continued to rub his left cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t congratulate you sooner.” 

She felt him smile and heard his shy voice in response, “Thank you. And It’s okay. There aren’t many who know anyway.”

Then, realisation came to Evelyn like a graphorn. She quickly dropped her hand from his cheek and put it above her lap, her head down with shame at her own behaviour—which she actually didn’t regret a bit. 

“I really am sorry.” She apologised again for being late to congratulate him and also, for her last behaviour. Thank Merlin he couldn’t see her right now. Her cheek was probably as red as a tomato. “You’ve been my friend for more than half a year, and I never asked. Sebastian has most likely prepared your present from a month ago and ready to hand it to you at breakfast later.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t have known, since I am currently distancing myself from him right now. As you know, I’m still trying to process all the feelings from…”

Evelyn could feel the sadness herself and didn’t need any more explanation. “Yeah, me too.” She sighed and took a deep breath. “From now on, I will be the first person who congratulates you every year.” She promised. 

“I would like that. If it doesn’t bother you.” Ominis answered timidly. Evelyn couldn’t help but smile as she saw his hopeful face.

“It doesn’t. I’d be happy too,” She said. Silence came again between them until Evelyn groaned, “Ugh, but I still don’t have any presents for you right now!”

“It really is okay, Eve,” Ominis said gently without any hint of disappointment.

“But I wanted to give you one!” She protested. Frustration could be heard as she continued, “And just my luck, I already promised Poppy I would help her after class this afternoon! I can’t go to Hogsmeade without breaking the curfew.” She sighed and began to sway her dangling feet back and forth, thinking hard, until suddenly... she jumped! 

Her mind lit up, she stood straight from her previous place at the edge of the astronomy observation deck. “But I still can go and come back in time if I use the floo powder and run as fast as I can after it!” She exclaimed and then started to rapidly question the startled boy beside her, “Ominis, what do you want? A cake? A book? THE new book of the Nightingale collection? Oh! You probably want something sweet. How about your favourite Honeydukes fudge? I could go to the—”

Evelyn stopped as she felt a hand holding her right arm. The hand then moved down carefully as if trying to find something. It stopped when it found Evelyn’s right hand and clasped it tenderly.  Evelyn was dazed, her mind still comprehending what had just happened. THAT was out of the blue. She had reason to cup his cheek and quickly withdrew her hand. But THIS? 

She heard Ominis chuckle and say, “I am grateful that you’re willing to break the curfew for me. But…” He trailed off as he pulled her back down. She followed the tug, her gaze focused only on their intertwined hands, and sat in her previous place beside him. “I have a better idea,” he continued.

“Wh-what?” Evelyn stuttered as she still felt his hand holding hers even after she sat. His rather rough but warm hands enveloped hers. Her face couldn’t be more red.

“Let me use your technique to calm down.”

After hearing his request, Evelyn's gaze moved to his face, just to see a bright smile adorn it. That caused her mind to become blank. “Huh?” 

Ominis chuckled. “Would you mind if I used your count to eighteen technique whenever I needed to calm myself down? As my birthday gift?”

“W-Why?” Evelyn asked in confusion. She really didn’t have a single idea why he preferred such a gift.

“I just like eighteen.” He shrugged and then rubbed his thumb on her hand, “Like you.”

Evelyn's brain refused to work as she felt his soothing touch, “Uh...huh?” 

“O…kay?” 

Seeing Ominis’s eyebrow raised with concern after he heard her dumb response woke her dead brain. Clearing her throat, and trying as best as she could to not think about their still entwined hands, Evelyn answered with more certainty, “Okay. I wouldn’t mind.”

“Good.” He smiled. “If I may suggest, you probably should start to count now. I could feel and hear your heartbeat accelerating at an alarming pace.” He chuckled. “I can’t have you become brain-dead every time I do this.” Ominis raised their clasped hands.

Evelyn laughed out loud, and he quickly joined. Swaying her dangling feet back and forth, she felt her heart full as the wind breezed through her hair softly, her hand still holding his.

“I’ll try not to.” Evelyn said with a smile. The strange flutter in her chest came back in full force as she remembered what they were doing. “W-Will you do it often?” She asked nervously, gesturing to their intertwined hands.

"I won’t if you don't want me to." He spoke gently.

“I…” 

Evelyn's voice trailed off as she battled to put her emotions into words. She wanted to tell him that when he did it, she felt something within. She wanted to tell him that seeing his hand move towards hers made her stomach flip, that she felt flutters in her chest as she felt his warm skin against hers, that she felt dizzy from all the blood that flowed to her cheeks every time their hands finally entwined. And yet, it also brought her peace of mind, it brought her warmth, and most importantly, it brought her happiness. 

She wanted to tell him that she didn't understand the sensation she felt, but it was just what she desired. She wanted to tell him, she needed it.

Thus, as Evelyn felt his hand begin to slip away, her grasp tightened in response, refusing to let go.

“I want to,” she said sheepishly, holding his hand tightly, “i-it calms me down.”

“Then I’d be glad to do it,” Ominis said with a smile as gentle as his voice. He caressed her hand tenderly and closed his eyes as the air drifted past them.

Silence came between them as Evelyn focused on the boy beside her. How bold he was to sit on the edge without a single hesitation. How kind a friend he was, willing to do anything she needed him to do. How peaceful he looked with his hair flowing slowly as the wind blew gently across it. And how beautiful he was with his long lashes brushing his cheeks as he closed his eyes. The cheek that had its own alluring constellation she would love to—

"I believe they've left." Ominis interrupted Evelyn's thoughts, causing her mind to become blank.

“Who?” 

“The…prefects?” He answered with worry.

Evelyn blinked a few times, and her mind finally started to work again. He was talking about the patrolling prefects. The very reason they were hiding and waiting here in the first place. 

“Oh, yes. Yes, the patrolling prefects,” she responded nervously as she looked down, and dusted off her lap of imaginary dust. Embarrassed.

“We should go back,” Ominis said as he began to prepare himself to stand up, his hand reaching for his wand in his pocket. “I could escort you back to your dorm if you want,” he added.

“Oh, yes…” Evelyn’s voice trailed off once again as she pondered. Did she want this to be over? Did she want to leave? Was it enough? 

The answer came to her mind almost instantly.

“Can we stay?” she asked, causing Ominis to pause his movement to stand up. "Just a few minutes longer?"

He smiled and sat back down, “Of course, Eve.”

The way he pronounced her nickname made Evelyn’s chest feel warm. The way he still held her hand firmly yet with the utmost care made her feel comfortable. The way he smiled sincerely at her made her feel cherished. The way he was there and only there for her, made her feel—

“But we still have to go back to try to get some sleep.”

The boy's remark interrupted Evelyn's thoughts again. She answered with a feigned displeasure, smiling and rolling her eyes at him.

“Yes, mooomm.”

And Evelyn saw sparks fly as she saw him laugh under the stars.

Late Spring, 1891

“Ominis!” Evelyn called at the blond boy a few paces ahead of her. He stopped and turned, his wand could be seen pulsing with red waves. Concern could be heard in his voice as he inquired.

“Evelyn? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she stopped as she finally reached him, “do I always have a problem when I call for you?”

Ominis said nonchalantly, “You usually do.”

“Well, I don’t,” Evelyn responded indignantly, “not right now.”

“Eve…” Ominis expressed his displeasure, causing her to regret her tease. She threw her hands up in defeat.

“Joking! I was joking!” She said. When she didn't hear back from him, she groaned and continued, “Well, I was wondering if you had any spare time this evening?”

“Evening?” He paused and shrugged, “I guess I have, since Sebastian will have detention instead of studying with me in the common room.”

It’s nice to hear him say Sebastian's name with ease again. And It’s also heartwarming to hear that he began to spend time with Sebastian again. They began to reconcile on Sebastian’s birthday. When Ominis sat out of the blue beside him in the great hall at breakfast.

Evelyn knew how much that gesture meant to the brunette. Ominis had always avoided Sebastian in the shadow of the relic catastrophe. So, Evelyn could understand why Sebastian burst into tears when he found his lost best friend sitting and eating beside him again after being apart for a few months. She remembered seeing Ominis reluctantly pat the weeping boy’s shoulder. A move that Sebastian misinterpreted as an invitation to hug him, which he did, stunning the already shocked blond guy and everyone else at the table. She remembered how she couldn't help but grin at her newly reunited best friends and joined the hug. Never minding the lost and confused stares from the other students.

Evelyn smiled at the memory and continued her talk with Ominis.

“How could you know?”

"I know he would," Ominis sighed, shaking his head, "I saw him being chastised by Madam Scribner earlier."

“Poor him,” Evelyn said in pity for the brunette. 

“He got what he deserved.” Ominis said sternly. 

Evelyn knew Ominis meant no harm. He was actually concerned about his brunette best friend. So she playfully shoved his shoulder with hers.

“Don’t be so mean.”

“I’m tired of watching him always get into trouble.” Ominis murmured with a dejected sigh. “Anyway, why did you ask?”

Evelyn smiled at his question. She put her hands behind her and moved her gaze away from him sheepishly.

“Well,” her feet rocking back and forth, “I’m inviting you to spend the evening together.”

“Just us?” Ominis asked in surprise.

“Just us.”

“I’d be delighted to.”

Ominis’s answer halted her rocking movement. Evelyn swiftly returned her sight to him and flushed as she noticed him smiling.

“G-Great! Maybe after our history of magic class?” 

She could hear him chuckle before he responded, “Okay. Where will we go?”

“You’ll see.”

“I hope I don't regret this.”

Ominis playful remark didn’t go unnoticed by Evelyn who quickly shoved his shoulder to him, earning a good laugh from the young blonde wizard.

After what Ominis said as an insightful history of magic class—Evelyn couldn’t know if it was or not since she slept through it, they found their way to the surrounding castle grounds.

“It’s pretty far from the castle,” Ominis commented as his wand guided him to follow the girl before him.

“Not too far,” Evelyn turned her head back to him, still walking as she continued, “we’re still at the castle grounds.”

They are indeed still at the castle grounds. It’s just a bit far from the main building, nearing the black lake. They walked a few more until Ominis asked out of the blue.

“Are you going to kill me?”

Evelyn came to a halt as she heard the question and quickly turned to the Slytherin behind her.

“W-What?!”

Ominis shrugged at Evelyn’s shock. “You’re taking me far from the castle, bringing me close to the black lake. You could simply murder me and dispose of my body in the lake, never to be found and recovered,” he deadpanned.

Evelyn was gobsmacked when she heard the deadpanned explanation. He was referring to her own joke about him wanting to kill her at the astronomy tower before.

“We have to stop making jokes about killing each other.“

“Oh, but dear, you walked right into it,” Ominis smirked with his hand gesturing to the surrounding environment, “the situation begged me for it.”

His endearment calling went past her as Evelyn groaned in annoyance when he laughed. She walked again, ignoring the laughing boy. They hiked for a while before finally arriving at a clearing she had already designated as her goal when she arranged everything. It was a clear area with a cliff on one side from which the castle could be seen in all its glory.

“We’re here,” Evelyn said as she took a deep breath, relieving the fresh air surrounding her.

“Where is ‘here’?” Ominis asked suspiciously and began to aim his wand at his surroundings while Evelyn resumed her trek.

“Stand right there.” 

“Why?” Ominis asked, but still followed her command, remained standing at his place, not moving even an inch.

Evelyn didn't respond, instead continuing to walk until she was a few feet ahead of the confused boy. She then searched through her enchanted pocket and took out her nab-sack. She then tried to open it, grumbling in the process as she couldn’t find it the first time.

“Eve?!”

“Just trust me!” Evelyn shouted to calm the worried boy. But it didn’t. Ominis was about to take a step forward when the nab-sack finally opened and a white hippogriff leaped out of it. 

The hippogriff almost hit Ominis as it landed right in front of him. Thankfully, Ominis halted his steps as soon as he heard something else was between him and Evelyn. He instantly raised his wand in front of him to defend himself. The Hippogriff flapped its wings in caution and screeched as it saw his glowing wand. 

“Wait!” Evelyn shouted as she ran to the space between Ominis and the hippogriff. 

Ominis lowered his wand in surprise as soon as he heard her, and the hippogriff calmed instantly as soon as it saw him do so. It chirped and tilted its head curiously towards him and his glowing wand.

“Is that—”

“Yes,” Evelyn giggled as she saw the hippogriff’s interest towards Ominis and caressed its neck when she finally stood near it, “this is Highwing. She's the first beast I have ever rescued.”

“The first beast you’ve rescued?!” Ominis asked in shock. 

Evelyn decided not to tell him about her story with Highwing as it could take her hours to finish. Time was essential for what she planned to do. Besides, she was not in the mood to be reprimanded, which Ominis would undoubtedly do if he knew the whole story.

“It’s a long story,” she said quickly. "Ominis, meet Highwing," she continued, motioning with her hand towards him and then to the massive hippogriff.

Evelyn remained still, waiting for Ominis to greet the hippogriff. But he just stood there, holding his wand. Its red pulses drew the hippogriff closer with interest.

“I…don’t know what to do,” Ominis awkwardly confessed.

“You could bow to greet her.” Evelyn suggested, and bow he did not.

Instead, he took a deep breath, placed his wand-wielding hand against his chest, and kneeled. He kneeled in the most graceful way Evelyn had ever seen, full of respect and admiration for the beast beside her. If she had been a hippogriff, she would have bent and kneeled as well in response.

And bent and kneeled the hippogriff did. With one of her front talons bent, Highwing replied to Ominis's greeting with what Evelyn thought was the most courteous bow a hippogriff could offer. Evelyn clearly did not expect it. She was worried that Highwing would reject Ominis since he couldn't see, let alone keep eye contact with it. 

As a result, this change of events stunned and astounded her. It seemed as though Highwing understood his shortcoming and respected him more because of it. Evelyn could only stare in amazement as she gestured her hand towards Highwing and then to the kneeling boy.

“Highwing, meet Ominis, the one I—” Evelyn quickly stopped and cleared her throat, “The one I told you about before, my best friend.”

Evelyn could see the Slytherin boy smiling as addressed him as her best friend. Upon her introduction, the hippogriff rose from its kneeling position and the smiling Slytherin descendant slowly followed.

“She bowed back,” Evelyn added, deciding not to tell him of how the hippogriff gave him the most respectful bow she had ever seen, “that means she gave you the approval.”

“The approval to what?” Ominis asked with frowned brows.

“To come near of course,” Evelyn said, motioning for him to go closer. He approached cautiously, holding his wand in front of him. “Here,” she guided his free hand to touch Highwing’s neck when he was close enough, “there you go.”

“Merlin…” He expressed his surprise and bewilderment while petting the hippogriff. “I can’t believe I’m petting a hippogriff!” 

“And now you’re flying one.”

Evelyn could see Ominis’s panic as he heard what she just said. 

“Wh-what?!”

She giggled at his panic and mounted the hippogriff. Evelyn petted its silky feathers as she gestured it to lower its body. As if it knew what she’s trying to do, the hippogriff kneeled beside Ominis, giving him easier access to mount.

“Come!” She gave her hand to the perplexed boy, who thankfully still had enough understanding to take her hand and mount the beast. He sat behind Evelyn with his wand gripped tightly on his hand, probably trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Hold on tight.” Evelyn instructed the boy and shouted without waiting for his respond, “let’s go Highwing!”

The hippogriff ran towards the cliff as soon as it heard her shout.

“I’m not read—aaaaaaahhh!” Ominis screamed as Highwing let herself and them fall to the cliff

The exhilaration from falling made her forget all the anxiety she should’ve felt as his arms circled around her waist, holding her tightly as they went lower and lower to the ground. Suddenly, Highwing swiftly expanded its wings! Causing the wind to rush through Evelyn’s hair and robe as it continued to fly over the trees. She shouted joyfully, leaving all her worries behind.

“Woohoooo!”

“Aaaaaahhh!!!”

Another shout, well, more of a scream, came to her ears as they coursed through the air, causing her to laugh.

“I thought you said flying was easy!” She teased the screaming boy behind her. 

“Flying with a broom! Not a full grown hippogriff!” Ominis complained as he tightened his embrace of her. 

Evelyn's laughter faded as she realised how frightening it must be for him, struggling to make sense of his surroundings with his wand and his probably overwhelmed senses. She caressed his clenched hand on her waist gently and then gestured for Highwing to slow down. Highwing screeched in response while flapping its wings. It slowed down as it turned towards the black lake and began to descend. Its wings opened on either side, balancing as it coursed right above the black lake. 

Evelyn could feel Ominis’s arms begin to loosen as the gurgling sound of the water could be heard as it touched the hippogriff's feet. Evelyn turned her head towards her back and saw the boy beginning to smile. 

“Open your arms!” She gave him an example by opening her arms on both sides, imitating the currently hovering hippogriff’s wings.

Ominis put his wand in his pocket and followed her example. Amazement came to his face as soon as he felt the wind rushing over his arms. His robes fluttered behind him as he laughed and shouted in excitement.

“This is Amazing!!!”

Evelyn couldn’t help but grin. With the boy’s anxiety dealt with, she turned back and focused on the setting sun in front of her. She had done this a couple times herself. But it had never ceased to amaze her every single time. The sight of the sun setting over the water's horizon, the feeling of wind blowing through her hair, and the happiness coursing through her veins as she felt the warmth of the sun for the day never failed to bring tears to her eyes. 

“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Evelyn said as she turned her head back. Only to see him smiling at her.

“It is…”

Ominis’s voice seemed to be coming from another world as everything else faded in Evelyn's eyes. Her attention was only on his face, encircled by the golden halo of the final light of the day and adorned with a beautiful smile. A smile that she hoped, was only for her.

“Ah!” Evelyn shrieked as she lost her balance all of a sudden. An arm quickly held her tight as Highwing screeched anxiously, trying to maintain balance by flapping its wings. 

“Careful,” Ominis said gently as he set her back gently to safety. She laughed at the almost disaster and held tightly again to the Hippogriff’s feather. 

“Hold on tight!” She commanded the boy behind her. Only and only after she felt his arms around her, Evelyn shouted to the Hippogriff, “let’s go Highwing!”

The hippogriff happily complied and ascended quickly, two shouts of excitement and laughter could be heard on its trail.

They landed safely in the clearing from where they took off. Evelyn laughed as she unmounted the massive hippogriff, exhilaration still coursing through her veins. She immediately turned to help Ominis climb down, only to be surprised when he did so on his own in the most graceful way possible. Evelyn grinned to herself as she shook her head. Of course, the first time he did it on his own, he succeeded and passed with flying colours. This is Ominis Gaunt. The gracious, warm hearted Ominis Gaunt that captivated Hippogriff’s heart on his first try.

“How was it?” Evelyn asked the blond boy, who did not respond. His pale face was visible, causing Evelyn concern, "Ominis, are—"

"Never, ever, ever do that again." He abruptly cut in. Evelyn felt dread run through her veins and was ready to apologise when she heard him continue.

“Without giving me a warning first.”

She exhaled a sigh of relief and nervously asked him, “You liked it?”

“Liked it? I loved it!” Ominis exclaimed with a beaming smile, bringing a smile to Evelyn’s face. “It was amazing!”

“Well, I thought a flying trip with Highwing might be a nice birthday gift, as I haven’t given you one properly. I’m glad that you loved it,” she said as she walked closer to him, sheepishly tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ears, "happy belated birthday, Ominis."

“I don’t need another gift from you, Eve.” Ominis said while shaking his head.

Evelyn was at a loss for words and stammered, "I—I thought—Well I—"

“But. That was one of the most joyful events of my life. I may not be ‘seeing’ the trees, the waters, or the sunset, but I still enjoyed it nonetheless. The sorrow of not seeing it pales in comparison to the freedom I felt when the wind cruised through my arms, the surge of excitement I felt when the enormous wings flapped under me, and the happiness I felt as I laughed with you under the final light of the day.”

Ominis paused as he stepped closer to her.

“It was an experience I will cherish all my life,” he held her hand tightly, “Thank you, Eve.”

And Evelyn saw sparks fly when she saw him smile under the golden sun.

Late Spring, A Few Days Before O.W.L, 1891

It was a nice, sunny day. A perfect day to sit outside and just bask in the sunshine. And that was what most of the students decided to do. The grounds near the castle were filled with students, sitting down in groups, trying to forget about the stress of schoolwork and upcoming tests. Including three female fifth-year students that could be seen sitting under the sun near the quidditch pitch.

“Ah, I love the sun.” The Gryffindor one said as she lay herself down, her dark skin glistened under the sun. 

“Me too!” A chirp came from beside her. It was the Hufflepuff girl who quickly followed the Gryffindor and laid down on the grass as well.

Evelyn smiled at her friends and decided to join. She quickly laid herself down on the soft green grass beneath her. 

“Me three!” 

The three of them laughed and the grass beneath them rustled with their laughter, as if laughing in happiness too. 

After the laughter ceased, Evelyn turned her gaze to the clear blue sky above. The clouds above moved slowly, as if to lull her to sleep. The soft sunlight and the gentle breeze made her eyes heavy. She felt peaceful and serene, almost lost in dreamland. Until a voice came and brought her back to reality.

“You guys realise that you’ll get your robes dirty?” 

The smallest of the lying girls—the Hufflepuff to be exact—quickly opened her eyes and squinted to see the one who had disturbed the peace and annoyingly preventing the sun from shining on her. The individual was wearing a green quidditch gown and carrying a gleaming broomstick that was definitely taller than herself, clearly looked like she had just done quidditch practise. The Hufflepuff huffed as she finally recognised her. Who else has the right mind to train for the sport that has been cancelled for the rest of the year? Imelda Reyes is the only answer.

“Dirty of what?” The Hufflepuff asked the standing Slytherin in annoyance, “Grass? Move a bit would you?”

“Yes. Especially you, Onai.” She answered sternly, not moving from her place, and pointed her finger at the Gryffindor, who was still lying with her eyes closed. “Let me remind you that we’ll be having potion class after this, in which I’m currently your partner. You know how serious Professor Sharp is about keeping your cauldron clean and free of foreign objects. I'm not going to let my grades suffer because he sees a stray strand of grass that could blow our cauldron.”

Natsai ‘Natty’ Onai, The Gryffindor, only giggled in response to her ‘worried’ Slytherin friend. 

“Relax, Imelda. I’ll conjure a wind to blow all the grass from my robe later. Let me enjoy the sun for a bit more.” 

Imelda shrugged at her. “Suit yourself. But if Professor Sharp finds—“

“Oh, shut it.” The Hufflepuff suddenly sat up and grabbed the Slytherin girl's robe, causing her to tumble to the grass.

“Poppy!” Imelda exclaimed as she landed on the grass, her rear throbbing from the unexpected collision with the ground.

The other girls giggled at the scene before them. Imelda was fuming, massaging her aching back while Poppy grinned innocently beside her.

“Oh, hush. You’ve fallen from a higher place before.”

“It still hurts!” Imelda grumbled in displeasure.

Poppy might have felt guilty since her giggle faded after that. She scooted closer and hugged the annoyed Slytherin, “Sorry, Imelda.” 

Imelda merely grunted in response and quickly dropped herself towards her back with Poppy still hugging her. The Hufflepuff could only shriek as she felt herself drop to the back all of a sudden. Their bodies landed on the ground with a puff of dust.

Laughter broke instantly. Poppy was the first to laugh, followed by Imelda, Natty, and lastly, Evelyn. Who wasn't exactly sure what made them laugh, but with the stress of the forthcoming test, chose to enjoy the bliss no matter why. For a little while, hers and the others' laughter could be heard for a while before the soothing silence returned. Followed by the chirps of birds and gentle spring breeze.

Evelyn’s eyes gazed at the clouds above, trying to make shapes of those cotton candy look-a-like in the sky. She was beginning to see a familiar shape when Poppy broke the silence.

“I like this, laying around under the sun with you guys makes me feel warm inside,” Poppy sighed blissfully, “do you guys ever feel warm inside?”

“I do.” A spontaneous answer came from Natty. “I feel it right now.”

Evelyn smiled at the sudden confession of emotion from her friends and decided to join, “I do too.”

“Don’t you feel warm too Imelda?” Poppy asked to silent Slytherin beside her, who finally answered after a few seconds of more silence.

“Yes, I feel warm.”

Evelyn snickered when she heard Imelda’s tone. Embarrassed, yet happy tone. Her mind then decided to bring up a certain memory when she also heard a quite familiar tone of voice from Imelda.

“Warmer than when Garreth helped you in Herbology yesterday?”

“Evelyn!” Imelda chided Evelyn with her face turning bright crimson with each passing second.

“Ooooh, someone has a cruuushh,” Poppy joined the teasing with a sing-song voice. It seemed to successfully make Imelda even more nervous as she quickly denied the suggestion.

“I don’t!” 

“I never said it was you.” Poppy responded quickly in wit. 

Evelyn laughed out loud hearing that. Poppy couldn’t hold her laughter any longer and quickly joined. They both were laughing at Imelda’s flushing face when a confession came out of the blue from the silent girl between Evelyn and Poppy.

“I had a crush.”

Evelyn whirled her head towards the Gryffindor girl beside her, “Natty?!”

“What?!” Imelda shot up from her lying position almost at the same time as Evelyn whirled her head. 

“Ooh, how exciting!” Poppy exclaimed as she turned her body so she was lying on her stomach, facing the Zimbabwean witch with her head on both of her hands that were propped up with her elbow.

Natty giggled at her friends' reactions. Every one of their features revealed a look of astonishment as they focused their attention on her. Still lying on her back, she looked up at the sky and continued her confession.

“As I said before, I had a crush. It was a senior. A brave seventh year Gryffindor who helped me adjust to Hogwarts when I first moved here.”

“That was one year ago, right?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes. I had a hard time, especially in using wand to channel my magic. As I said before, we don’t use wands in Uagadou. The senior found it fascinating and we became friends in an instant. They helped me adjust to my wand as I taught them a bit about wandless magic.”

Imelda scoffed as soon as Natty finished her tale. “One house love,” she rolled her eyes, “lame.”

“Then please, do tell us about your cross house love.” Poppy retorted quickly, turning her head towards the Slytherin. Who was silent all the sudden after hearing it. 

Giggle could be heard from Evelyn and Natty as they found their Slytherin friend’s face turning red once again. Satisfied with the reaction she got, Poppy turned her head back to the Zimbabwean Witch. Inquired excitedly.

“Was it love at the first sight?”

Natty went silent for a while, her eyes could be seen like they were searching for the answer. With a frown, she finally answered.

“I don’t like, like them at first. It just…happened. One morning we were practising together and all of a sudden I got this…tingling in my chest when I saw them doing magic without his wand. I thought it was pride. Like a teacher to be proud of her students? But, my stomach flipped when I saw them smiling excitedly, happy that they had successfully done magic without a wand. And I knew it was not it.”

Evelyn's mind came to a stop as she heard what Natty had just said. Tingling in the chest. Stomach flipping. She felt it too. She felt it before. And still felt it every time she saw the smile of a certain Slytherin friend of hers.

“You knew that you liked them right there and then?” Evelyn asked in a quiet voice, afraid of the answer.

Natty shook her head and said, “No.”

Evelyn sighed in relief. No, of course not. What she felt was probably just a fluke. Maybe she ate something bad in the morning and caused it every time she saw him for the whole day. Her stomach was probably still adjusting to the magical cuisine. She was right to decide that she should go see Madam—

“It’s silly, but I actually met with Madan Blainey for it. I knew that was not how the pride of a teacher would feel, as I remembered what my mother told me how she felt when she had a successful class session.” 

THAT made Evelyn’s train of thought suddenly stop. 

“You went to see Madam Blainey,” Imelda giggled in disbelief, “because your stomach flipped when you saw his smile?!”

“I never felt it before,” Natty answered calmly and shrugged, “and my mother told me to go to the hospital wing if I feel anything strange when she’s not around.”

“This is good. By all means, Onai, please continue.” Imelda said with a smirk.

Evelyn, on the other hand, had absolutely no desire to smirk. Natty actually did what she had pondered but hadn't done yet. Anxiety made her unable to do anything except hold her breath while waiting for Natty’s answer. She felt like a panicked train driver, pulling the breaks as hard as she could, trying to stop the train from falling off the cliff. The breaks screeched wildly on the rail as Evelyn heard Natty continue.

“Madam Blainey just smiled at me after I told her what I was feeling. She held my hand—and if I still remember it correctly—said, ‘Natty dear, when you’re at your age, sometimes you feel something out of the ordinary for the first time. And it’s absolutely normal. The tingling you feel in your chest, the flipping you feel in your stomach, and the sparks you see when you see that special someone are the symptoms of what I called, falling in love.’”  

The train in Evelyn’s mind plunged off the cliff and exploded with such force that it made all her other thoughts evaporate.

Falling in love.

The realisation came bearing down on her. Every caught breath, every flush on her cheeks, and every quickening heartbeat, were her own body’s way to tell her of her own feelings. Every flutter she experienced, every tingle she felt, and every spark she saw flying whenever she saw his smile was her own body screaming for her to realise that,

She was falling in love.

“That is sooo romantic!” Poppy exclaimed excitedly, her leg moving up and down on the grass, “how does it feel? Falling in love with someone?”

A soft voice came from Evelyn's lips.

“It’s like being a house of cards, hoping anxiously not to be blown away every time he moves. And yet, you couldn’t—wouldn’t run from him, knowing you wouldn’t get far. Your mind throws away all common sense and makes excuses, willing to fall for him. Willing to leave everything behind and just drown in his blue eyes every time you see them.

You want him to take away the pain of longing, and yet, afraid to move first every time he’s close enough to touch. It's as though you're still with him even when he's not around, haunting you. You're hoping he knows and doesn't know at the same time, because you're embarrassed by your thoughts of him. Because…you see sparks fly, whenever he smiles.”

Evelyn was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't realise she'd stated them aloud for everybody to hear. Her friends, including Natty and Poppy, were sitting up and looking in astonishment at her. Her face reddened from all the attention.

“Wow…Evelyn…” Poppy said in awe, causing Evelyn to be more embarrassed than before. 

“Never knew you'd be such a romantic, Rose,” Imelda smirked, “who’s the lucky blue-eyed person?”

Evelyn quickly sat up, her eyes widened. Did she really say it? Blue eyes? 

“Hmm…did she really say blue eyes?” Natty considered for a moment.

“It couldn’t be Sebastian, could it?” Poppy guessed out of the blue, “he has brown eyes.”

Imelda jumped out of the blue, coming closer to the blushing fifth year. “No. Absolutely not. Nu’uh. I don’t and won’t give my blessing,” she stated firmly. “There are better boys in this school than him. You’d best tell me right now that it’s not him, Rose.”

“I—”

“Hi, Eve.”

Evelyn thanked Merlin for the voice that came out of the blue behind her, saving her from any more damage from the embarrassment and the crushing realisation of her own feelings. Her head turned towards the voice. As it turned out, she was grateful too soon, seeing the blue-eyed boy in her confession was now standing behind her.

Her face went white with dread. He might have heard her. 

“Hey, Ominis!” Poppy greeted the Slytherin boy happily.

“Gaunt,” Imelda nodded her head at him.

“Hello,” Natty greeted him curtly.

“Hello, ladies,” Ominis greeted the ladies present with a polite nod, “sorry to bother your conversation, but I believe Evelyn has an appointment to go.”

Evelyn, who was still drowning in dread, only gaped as she answered nervously, “I-I have?”

“You promised to assist Sebastian and I in studying potions?” Ominis's puzzled question sounded tinged with concern.

Evelyn chose not to be concerned about him having heard her confession. If he did, she would undoubtedly have to face the consequences. But it didn’t have to be right there and then. She quickly forced herself to forget, reset her mind, and focus on the boy’s question instead.

“Oh, yeah. Yes, I did.” She answered with a smile.

“Ready to go?” Ominis said while offering his hand to Evelyn, which she accepted nonchalantly and rose up with his assistance. Her hand remained on his even after she had properly stood up.

That, made Poppy’s and Natty’s eyes widen. 

“Well, I’m sorry our time must be cut short. Let's regroup after the last class, okay?” Evelyn said to the girls, whose surprise she didn't even notice. After seeing the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor nod, she linked her arm to Ominis’s left elbow like she used to and walked away.

Seeing how the pair of friends left, Natty’s and Poppy’s mouths gaped and said the same thing at the same time.

“Oh…”

“What? Why?” Imelda—clearly unaware of what had occurred—questioned the two gaping girls, who instantly grinned after they woke up from their surprise, both acknowledging what just happened. They looked at each other and laughed. 

In frustration, the Slytherin who had been left out, focused on the already distant strolling pair, sensing her friends' laughter had something to do with them. Seeing the intertwined arms, a light bulb suddenly lit up her thoughts. 

“Gaunt?!”

Evelyn and Ominis walked arm in arm towards the Undercroft, where they and Sebastian had promised to meet. His wand guided them both through the mostly empty corridors. With the sun shining brightly, it was expected that most of the students would be outside, as she and the other girls had been. They were halfway through the journey when Evelyn felt Ominis discreetly press his left elbow, which was where her hand held on, to his side.

Evelyn felt her cheek warming up, finally noticed what they were doing and what the gesture meant. They say a gentleman who has reason to suspect that he may be in special favour with the lady with whom he is walking may discreetly press his elbow to his side after she has taken his arm in the formal manner. If he is correct, the lady tightens her grip on his arm; if he is incorrect, she removes her hand from his arm and tells him an excuse to stop the walk. 

She had never considered it before. She only thought of his action of linking her hand on his elbow as a polite way to escort a lady—which was expected from a heir of a family such as his, and only thought of his pressing on her hand as a reassurance, as if he was simply checking if she’s still with him on the journey. But after her previous realisation…it became more serious for her. More…intimate.

With her breath caught, her flushing cheek, and her quickening heartbeat, Evelyn knew this was not a coincidence, as she previously believed. She didn't have to visit Madam Blainey to figure it out. Merlin, she even practically confessed it earlier. The feeling she had was real.

She’s falling for him.

So she tightened her grip on his arm. 

And welcomed the sparks that flew every time she saw him ever since.

[raffaelamusiker]

Formal request to also ask all of them for the fic ask

(You can't prove it's been a whole month)

Origonal post

What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

‘Not yet’ whispers through the trees and B’Elanna shudders. And I couldn't even tell you why but it's my most favourite <3 From Existing In Your Orbit

What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Oooh boy. Honestly Rios staying in 2024.

Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

I recently recieved amazing long comments on my Jemily series and I think they might be my most favourite. Also Jaz's comment on Mercy and the ones where people ask me for more smut because they're so funny.

What is your wildest headcanon?

I wrote a crack fic the other day where Seven drank a Big Gulp without taking a breath so I guess that one.

What’s your ideal writing setup?

Somewhere cosy and no noise.

Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Depends. For multi-chapter I usually try and have an outline or basis. usually just go with the flow and what kind of fic it is.

Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

“What, and I’m not important enough for you to want to stay?” Raffi shoots back, picking at her nails. 

The hand that’s gripping the page of the book in her lap moves quick enough that it rips it before she snaps the book shut loudly. A pang of regret fills her chest at the fact that this is one of Raffi’s books but her frustration takes over everything else. 

“Stop putting words in my mouth, Raffi.” Seven stands to walk away. “When have I ever said you aren’t important? If I didn’t want to be here I wouldn’t come.” 

“You’ve never said I am important!” 

Gasp angst who'd have thought.

Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

Only if I'm trying to read a specific fic i've read before. I usually just scroll through all the fics til I find one I want to read again.

Do you like to post fics on a schedule or at random?

Random. Gotta keep you all on your toes you know.

What helps you focus when you write?

Really wish I knew haha.

What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

This is a hard toss up but it's got to be either Before the Sunrise, Raffaela or Nostalgia

Do you write for yourself, for others, or both?

Both. Writing is cathartic and helps me get out my messy thoughts but also I love sharing things with others.

Why did you start writing fanfic?

To get all these ideas out of my head and to help me mentally.

Which character is your favorite to write?

Hmm...I wonder...

Raffi, of course though Emily will always be my baby too.

Which character is the toughest to write?

Sometimes I find Seven tough from a 3rd person pov, but honestly men are just hard to write lmao

Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

Well I've listed my CM and Picard faves already but my Voyager fave is probably A Collective of Four

How often do you read your own fics?

So often lmao.

Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

Well me and bestie want to write our AU's into books. Princess and Knight AU and Pirate AU. All wlw of course.

If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

All the Saffi fics should be real. Just saying. (Well not all of them...)

What inspires you and your writing?

Stupid dumb characters in my head /affectionate, and talking to others.

Do you research for your fics?

Usually if its needed. And it's usually for small little things.

What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

Probably in the middle. But I'll read near enough anything tbh.

Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual?

I usually focus on one character within a relationship with the relationship surrounding it.

Have you included any sexy scenes in your fics? If yes, do you find them easy or difficult to write?

It depends on the vibe tbh. Sometimes it flows a lot easier than others. I do have to write from a giving position usually though otherwise its hard af lmao.

Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

Angst. I never feel like I get fluff right honestly.

What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

Happy endings even if everythings gone to shit before. Except Before the Sunrise but that's an outlier. Sometimes I'll do ambiguous or bad but I tend to need the happy endings to make me feel better haha.

How many WIPs do you currently have?

Oh no...I don't even want to count. Ones that are written that don't include multichapters? Maybe 5? MC's and just ideas included thats probably in the teens honestly.

Does anyone beta read or edit your fics?

Bestie Blaine is always the best beta and makes my stuff make sense <3

Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

If I had to choose one fic, it would have to be Foundations. Authors, alreadyaccepted, smol_yellowbumblebee, ericine, daxs10thhost, bimichaelburnham, sleeplessrivers, dolcewrites, fenrisranger, thequeerengineer, sgtmac, falltonadir...okay just everyone in the Saffi/Picard tag okay <3

What led to your interest in the fandom?

My partner got me watching the first season of Picard and there were gays so, the rest is history I guess.

Are non-fandom friends aware that you write fanfic?

I am quite open about it haha.

What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

Reading other people's fics and interacting with them is the best way to enchance your own writing.

Do you like writing short fics or long fics?

I love writing long fics but lately that's been an impossible struggle and I've felt kinda like a failure. Last year I wrote something like 70 fics because I did a lot of drabbles. This year I want to focus on longer fics and I have quite a few ideas stored up.

Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

It depends. Sometimes i can look at a chapter and I'll guess how long it is (and then it'll be longer) but I usually go with the flow.

Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

As someone who just got out of burnout, its to try something new. I started With Love, A which is a totally different format from what I've done before and it's really brought me out of the slump. Also talking through things with other people is always great.

Would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?

I would like to make my own canon someday haha.

Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

Hurt/comfort is my beloved.

If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Polycule cuddle pile. Which one? I have too many to choose from.

[aquamonstra]

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

oh man the THROWBACK ENERGY on tumblr today when i logged on. feels like i just signed in to AOL over here. so honored to be tagged by yall 🙌🙏

Tagged by: @sassbot9000 @tanyayoung-322 & @nothingbeforenothingagain

Last song: i'm a weirdo who only listens to podcasts and not music, so i guess technically it would be "As Above, So Below" by Landon Blood from season 3 of Old Gods of Appalachia

Favorite color: aqua blue/green

Last movie/TV show:

Last movie: i honestly cannot remember bc i put myself so hard in the "i have never seen a movie" mindset to repel the film bros in my life

Last TV show: it WOULD have been Voyager but for some insane reason i put on Supernatural while my friend was dying my hair yesterday, lmao

Sweet/spicy/savory?: savory

Relationship status: single and repulsed by the idea of mingling

Last thing I googled: Karen Gillian bc i was today years old when i found out shes married to one of my favorite sketch comedians??

Current obsession: Star Trek, although im currently just trying to white knuckle my way thru the later series bc im an insane completionist but i just want to go back and rewatch TNG again bc nothing has made me feel so much joy in YEARS

Tag Nine People: oh god oh god this is why i always tapped out of these things the tagging part makes me so anxious and most of the ppl id tag already did it oh noooo ok ok ok @shoujocowboy (obligatory tag even tho its a getting to know you post, lmao) @yellowcakeuf6 @k0rr1g4n @jeraliey @cocodavie @weirdtrek @hot-soong-type-summer @red-cicada @dat4l0re

[historicallysam]

Nine Books

Thanks to @cricketnationrise and @myheartalivewrites for the tag! I'm crap at book titles so this was a nice little journey through my Audible account.

Here we go, in no order at all:

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid; I only added this book over Daisy Jones because I liked the narrative style over the "interview"/screenplay style of D.J., though I really enjoyed that story as well.

Born a Crime by Trevor Noah; Funny, thought out, interesting and a little bit sad. Definitely worth the read/listen.

So Here's the Thing by Alyssa Mastromonaco; Alyssa is one of my personal heroes. She was DCOS to President Obama. Brilliant, funny, accomplished and compassionate.

The Ravenmaster by Christopher Skaife; The autobiography of the Tower of London's Ravenmaster. Fascinating story.

The Stand-In by Lily Chu; Two women: one famous, one decidedly not. Fun story of life, friendship and love.

The King of Scars Duology by Leigh Bardugo; Is it a cheat to put a duology on instead of choosing from King of Scars and Rule of Wolves? Don't care. While Nina's story is also told, I love focusing on Nikolai and Zoya, my two faves from the Shadow & Bone world.

A Promised Land by Barack Obama; I don't think I need to explain why I love this story so much.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by She Who Shall Not be Named; Yes, the author is problematic and horrible and should not be supported, but the HP series gave me so many friends that I absolutely would not have without it. This book, in particular, introduced me to one of my favorite literary character, Remus Lupin.

Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis; Maybe I just like thinking of Ben Barnes on my TV screen but I also loved the adventure of this story and Lucy's journey.

Despite it being one of my most listened to books, I didn't add Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston because that's a given and I think most, if not all, of my friends on here know/have read the book.

No pressure tags: @orchidscript@cheesecurdsgravyandfries@cha-melodius @letloverule1111 @xthelastknownsurvivorx @inexplicablymine @indomitable-love @mudbloodpotter05

[elvisabutler]

i'm doing both the comfort movie thing and the 8 shows thing in one go because a lot of you tagged me but i've been a bit busy or too tired to brain what i'm saying.

so top ten comfort movies, thank you to @thatbanditqueen, @austinstyles, @ab4eva, @lindszeppelin, @headfullofpresley and @powerofelvis ( saints preserve me i think i got all of y'all )

Cinderella ( 1997 ) ( i know the technical title is much longer but we all know which one i'm talking about )

Elvis ( 2022 )

Clue ( 1985 )

The Princess and the Frog

Encanto

Star Trek ( 2009 )

Star Trek Generations ( no you will not get me to explain this or why i almost put nemesis on here. )

Dogma

Fight Club

Gone With the Wind ( i wished i would marry a rhett butler type and it was the first big book i read by myself and my mommy and i used to watch it together a lot on videotape )

tagging anyone who has not done this because i think everyone got tagged.

8 shows to get to know me? thank you for tags from @steph-speaks, @powerofelvis, @breadsquash

White Collar ( i used to write peter/el/neal, i respect the opinion of everyone who thinks he's their son vs they're all basically married, it's just not mine )

Sons of Anarchy

West Wing

Santa Clarita Diet

Doctor Who

Star Trek Voyager

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Gossip Girl ( the original one, not the new HBO one. )

tagging @blurredcolour, @ab4eva, @butlersxbirdy and anyone else who hasn't done this one.