#sav´s universe

[biohazard-4ever]

i was also at the USJ biohazard event, I don't know if these are as interesting to you as the video but in case they are :)

[spencereid-reads]

the language of you | s. reid

wc: 2.1k // warnings: english isn't my first language! an extreme amount of italics, meet-cute, love at first poem sight kinda thing. poems that i found on either google or pinterest. a few swear words, maybe? // a/n: my first time writing for reid and cm in general. i'm in the middle of season 9 and idk where this idea came from. also i don't know anything about poetry, the last quote is as far as my knowledge goes. if you think you know me from my other writing blog no you don't<3but ily also idk if i'll keep writing, i just wanted to post it bc of world poetry day, i think it's a nice coincidence.

i use she/her pronouns//fem!reader in almost all of my fics!

the cold hallways of the university building aren't as big and intimidating as he remembered. and this time, they welcomed him with open arms. he was just a kid when he first set foot here, and now here he was, being invited by a member of his team to teach the young minds of college kids.

spencer reid had never been a great public speaker, sure, he had the qualities of one, but he was also known to ramble on and on about a specific subject if he was interested enough in it, most likely overwhelming and quite often scaring the class attendees.

he followed dr. blake through the crowded halls, she'd invited him along to one of her lectures, she needed someone with vast knowledge about, -well, everything-, and a quick mind, and he was the perfect addition to her classes.

it was weird, being on the other side of the lecture hall, with dozens of eyes set on him as he spoke, he wasn't nervous per se, more... aware of the situation. but luckily the students were focused, paid attention and asked good questions. he considered that a win in his book. without noticing, the 90 minute class was over, and he approached blake after gathering his things and crossing his signature leather bag over his shoulder.

"ready to head back?" he asked.

"not quite, there's a friend of mine giving a lecture next door, it's her first class, actually. thought we'd stop by for a bit, wish her good luck." she said, sliding her black blazer back on.

"sure, what's it about?"

"you'll see. i think you'll enjoy it." she gave him a sly smile, making her way up the steps, he stood there for a second, wondering what the subject might be. there were a lot of things that he enjoyed, physics, math, science.

spencer caught up to her just as she opened the door to the other lecture hall, sliding in behind alex as his eyes adjusted to the change of lighting. compared to the room they'd just left, this felt nothing like a classroom. it felt more like a theater.

the lights were off, the room being lit up by fake candles lining both sets of steps on each side of the room, and he noticed real candles on the front stage, the flames dancing with the subtle change of pressure as a girl, maybe as young as he was, walked on stage. a book in her hand, but she didn't need it, whatever she was saying was from memory, the worlds flowing effortlessly out her mouth.

he stood frozen in his spot, it took him two seconds to recognize and figure out what was going on.

"lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass. what does it matter that i couldn’t keep her. the night is fractured and she is not with me." she recited, eyes closed as she stopped walking, even from his spot at the top of the steps he could see her facial expression, a frown on her face as her eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed as if she was the one feeling the pain the author was describing.

neruda. poetry.

spencer had never been the biggest fan of poetry, but maybe he just hadn't found the right person to teach him about it.

what an incredulous thought, someone teaching a subject to genius spencer reid? but he couldn't help but be drawn to the soft voice that spoke with love, sorrow and rhythm.

"my voice tried to find the breeze to reach her. another’s kisses on her, like my kisses. her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes."

she was savoring each word in her tongue, and spencer's ears perked up at every sound that left her mouth.

"wonder boy, come on," alex's whisper brought him out of his thoughts, as he followed her down the candlelit steps to one of the first rows.

how he wished he could've stayed up there, hidden within the shadows, since he couldn't take two steps without his eyes having to find the young lecturer again, slowing down his legs.

but from down there he noticed the way the candles lit her face, casting a soft golden glow, and now he found himself thanking the small flames scattered around the stage.

she threw the two fbi agents a look, a knowing gleam in her eye as she recognized the female doctor. it was fleeting, she didn’t let the interaction distract her from the verses and the words slipping from her lips.

“loving is so short, forgetting is so long,” she breathed the words, barely audible as she felt every syllable in every bone of her body.

as she finished the poem, deafening silence fell upon the room, and spencer realized how quiet the room had been since he arrived, yet her soft voice seemed to fill it effortlessly.

“has anyone here ever felt emotions as strong as the ones depicted in the poem? joy, sadness, anger?” she asked, somehow leaving aside the ‘character’ she’d slipped into as she recited the words written by neruda. “love? has anyone ever experienced this… deep, unshakeable need to absolutely possess someone? to keep them all for your own, locked in a room to look, touch, admire as much as you wish?” she continued, eyes scanning the room, and spencer’s breathing hitched when she placed her eyes on him. “i know how it sounds like, but- poetry and language, is quite possibly the best way to express those intense feelings.”

“what about sex?” a voice from the crowd asked.

“that’s a great way too,” she nodded, laughing along with the class, “but have you ever stood in front of a girl, a boy, a person you truly feel like you’d die for, and told them exactly that? how just the touch of their hand holding someone else’s would rip your soul out of your body, or how you’d swim oceans just to get to hear their laugh one last time? i don’t know about you, but i feel like that’s a hundred times better than sex.” she continued, walking from one side of the stage to the other, using her hands and changing the tone in her voice to emphasize what she wanted to say. “i promise you that by the end of this semester you’ll be able to put all of that into your own words. read, everyone. please, read and do your research, and i promise you that you’ll get your chance to be neruda, dickinson. anybody can be a poet. poetry is about feelings, thoughts, the things that keep you up at night, and being able to put all of that into words. read, even if you don’t understand what they’re saying, but think about what they want to say. i know it’s our first class but i’ll leave you some work for friday. just pick a poem, learn it and present it here, i want to see what we’re working with. that’s it for today, thank you.” she vowed her head like an actor who’d just finished a play, walking around the stage as she blew the candles off.

“come on, let’s go say hi,” alex stood up, prompting spencer to do the same, and he had to swallow the feelings inside of him. his mind repeating every word the girl onstage had just said. he knew the importance of poetry, he had a few favorite poets, and he knew about all the hard technical work that was behind writing a good poem, but he’d never taken the time to think about the personal aspect of the work.

“dr. blake, great to see you here,” she greeted the older woman, who embraced her in a hug.

“you too. you were great there, no one would’ve thought it was your first time teaching,”

“well, what can i say, i learned everything from you.”

“please, our fields are as far apart as they could be. it’s all thanks to that big brain of yours. which, speaking of, meet dr. spencer reid, we work together.” alex stepped aside, revealing a tall man, hands fidgeting with his leather bag and long strands of hair covering his forehead. alex always had a soft spot for spencer, the young genius reminded her of herself, once upon a time.

“pleasure to meet you, dr. reid,” the young girl smiled at him, offering her hand.

“likewise,” he said, taking her hand in his. alex’s eyebrows raised, she’d been expecting a speech about germs and pathogens but got none.

“so, what’d you think? was it too much? think i scared the kids?”

“today’s youth doesn’t take things too seriously, they prefer one night stands and lack of commitment.” spencer explained.

“think i’m reaching for the stars for trying to get them to channel their emotions and actually feel them?” the young professor asked him, a smile on her face told him that she’d already thought about that.

“not necessarily, studies have proven that people who can feel and acknowledge their emotions are happier, live longer and have better relationships with themselves and others. also, they have more confidence in themselves and can make lasting relationships, but physical and emotional.” he continued, and this time dr. blake spoke.

“so if you do your job right you’ll get lots of people laid,”

“ah, if only i could make that work for me,” she replied, heat creeping onto her cheeks as she looked down. her words made spencer stop breathing.

“i’m sure someone with your wits and… well, you could get anyone you want,” the words slipped out before he could control them.

“sounds easier said than done, but i’ve decided to devote my life to my work and books, and there doesn’t seem to be anyone coming anytime soon to change that. i’m alright with that, life is more than that.” she shrugged her shoulder.

“not enjoyment, and not sorrow, is our destined end or way; but to act, that each tomorrow find us farther than today.” spencer recalled from memory.

“you speak my language, doctor,” the young professor breathed. and the older woman took the opportunity to interfere.

“like i said, genius. you two should talk, he’s got a very interesting brain that i’m sure you’d love to pick,” she reached toward her friend, wrapping her in a quick hug, “i’ll meet you out there, reid, i have a few things to do.” with that she walked out of the lecture hall, leaving the two young brilliant minds together.

“sorry about her, she’s been trying to set me up with someone since we met. i was her t.a back when i was a grad student.”

“you worked with her?” spencer asked, internally rolling his eyes at himself, she’d obviously just stated that.

“yup. i know, how could someone go from linguistics applied in criminology to poetry? it’s a big leap, but… she’s helped me more than anyone in my entire career.” she spoke with fondness in her voice. “anyway, she was right. i would love to pick that brain of yours.” she said, “sorry, that sounded weird, but-”

“no, no, it’s- fine. i- i’d like to talk to you, more, as well.”

“it’s a date, then.” she smiled, even wider when she noticed the slight blush creeping on his cheeks,

“if only i could recollect it, such a day of days. i let it come and go as traceless as a thaw of bygone snow; it seemed to mean so little, meant so much-” spencer started, the words taking over his mind and mouth before he could even think about it.

“if only now i could recall that touch, first touch of a hand in hand- did one but know,” she finished for him.

“i-i,” he started, surprising himself by the way he stuttered. “i don't speak your language, not like you do, not yet. i'm not a poet. but… i want to learn… i want to.”

she breathed out, all the air leaving her lungs, his wild eyes scanned all over her face, not profiling. but learning, taking in her cues, and a pressure left his shoulders when she saw her lips twitching, breaking for a smile.

“i may be the writer, but you'll always be the words.” she took a step toward him, his eyes settling for her own, it helped him calm down. “it's like i said, anybody can be a poet.”

“i-i’ll see you friday?” he said.

“friday?” she raised her eyebrows.

“yeah, you-you said you had to see what you're working with?”

“i do.” she nodded, a playful gleam in her eyes, “i guess i’ll see you friday. we can get coffee, before coming here.” she suggested.

“is that special treatment, professor?” one more time, he surprised himself by the way he spoke to her, like it was the most natural thing to do. we wished it never stopped, he wanted to hear her amused laugh again.

“maybe.” she bit her lip as she laughed.

****

“this could be the start of something new, and it feels so right to be here with you.”

-high school musical

[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Yes, I struggle with my mind not to listen to music from the blacklist, because unfortunately, there are songs that I have an attachment to… And my ASD mind loves to repeat the same song for hours… Eh… It's just a struggle with my mind

Now that I have your attention:

[ailurinae]

https://www.science.org/content/article/type-hormone-therapy-may-determine-whether-trans-men-continue-menstruate

If you haven't been to science.org in the past month you should get one free article and be able to read it. Also if you turn off Javascript, there will be what looks like the blocking banner, but you can scroll down and read it all. Key takeaway from this preliminary study:

A new study suggests the type of hormone replacement therapy (HRT) may be key. People using a gel or cream were 10 times as likely to continue to menstruate than those receiving injections, researchers report this month in the International Journal of Transgender Health.

Not too long though, full thing below the cut. And here is the link to the actual paper, open access: https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/26895269.2024.2403140

Taking testosterone can help transgender men gain “masculine” traits: hairier bodies, deeper voices, and no more menstruation. However, for some trans men, menstruation continues during such treatment, a symptom called “persistent menstruation.” The reasons for this are poorly understood by both researchers and clinicians.

A new study suggests the type of hormone replacement therapy (HRT) may be key. People using a gel or cream were 10 times as likely to continue to menstruate than those receiving injections, researchers report this month in the International Journal of Transgender Health. The work could better help those with gender dysphoria—the mismatch between a person’s gender identity and the one they were assigned at birth.

“Previous data has been mixed about the relative impact of dosage, serum testosterone levels, and route of administration on cessation of menstruation,” says Andrew Fisher, executive director of the Trans CARE program at the University of Chicago, who was not affiliated with the study. “These researchers’ contribution to the literature adds to a growing body of knowledge that will eventually allow clinicians greater ability to tailor [HRT] to individual needs.”

The new research is part of TRANSform, a trans-led study in Australia that tracks the health of trans people ages 16 or older, focusing on topics the community has questions about, such as gynecological care for trans men. Researchers led by sexologist Sav Zwickl and endocrinologist Ada Cheung of the University of Melbourne collected survey data from transmasculine people who were being followed for pelvic pain. The researchers examined data related to the type and length of HRT and experiences of menstruation before and after beginning the therapy. If participants were on HRT for more than 6 months or didn’t experience menstruation before starting the treatment, they were excluded from the study.

The team selected 401 participants ranging from ages 16 to 62, with a median age of 27. Five participants reported themselves as intersex, meaning they had a variation of sex characteristics that didn’t fall into typical male or female classifications.

The age that participants began taking HRT and menstrual regularity prior to taking HRT didn’t matter—what did was the way they took medication. Testosterone HRT is typically offered as either injections or as gels or creams rubbed onto the skin daily. Consistently taking testosterone usually results in stopping periods by the 6-month mark. Although nearly 23% of the participants continued to menstruate after 6 months of HRT, those using gel or cream were 10 times more likely to have persistent menstruation than those taking injections.

The findings could help trans people and their clinicians make decisions about their treatment plan, Cheung says. The work, she adds, is especially important for those interested in halting their menstrual cycle, which contributes to gender dysphoria and distress for many.

Still, more experiments will be needed to confirm the results, Cheung and Zwickl say. Future clinical studies should test the blood serum levels of testosterone rather than relying on survey responses, they say. “The survey nature of this means it’s self-reported,” Zwickl says. “For those taking testosterone for longer, it might mean recollections of when their period stopped and their dosages aren’t entirely accurate.”

Fisher also notes that Australia and Europe use long-acting testosterone, which is chemically different than the testosterone therapies used in other countries including the United States and parts of South America. As such, he says, it’s unclear whether the results of the new study apply globally.

Still, Zwickl says the study is a good first step. They say the high response rate to the survey and the rapport the research group has built with the trans community in Australia allowed the team to be able to conduct such a large study in the first place.

“The field of trans study is in its infancy,” Cheung adds. “It’s useful for trans people to have these studies, to know what to expect from their treatments. And hopefully we’ll continue to build our knowledge base in this area.”

[systastic]

sissasystem based on these three songs?

No One’s Here To Sleep by Naughty Boy

Part Of The Band by The 1975

NOT ENTIRELY ALONE by The Narcissist Cookbook

only thing we request is that you use irl people as faceclaims! :D if not thats okay too

one sisasystem , made just for you !! :3 hope you enjoy ~

collective name(s) :: laynie, harrison, wendall, wilder, august, arizona, cavendish

collective sign off :: 🌅, 🛤️, their collective name, AMT (stands for amos, maxie & tj), yeehaw [ironically]

name :: amos, altair, layne, sav/saf (safia), bree

age :: 13 to 17

pronouns :: she/her, it/its, zhe/zher, xi/xir, di/der (dirtself), si/sin (sinself)

roles :: protector, persecutor, avenger, fear shifter, candorian

species :: human; embodiment of “sin”

gender identity :: syrvivgender, videretrian, analogix, missinggender, purgatorean

orientation :: cuiporomantic, autosexual

source :: brainmade, songtive (no one’s here to sleep)

aesthetic :: analogue horror, zombie apocalypse, darkcore

appearance description :: “amos is gross” : that’s what everybody says when they look at her. it cakes its hands in mud, lets its hair get greasy, re-wears the same clothes over and over again. zhe knows it’s unhealthy - but zhe can’t stop zhirself. letting xir guard down for even a second could get xem and xeir headmates hurt. di opts for darker, less noticeable clothes that dey can move around in; the more di can move, the less likely dey are to get trapped. si keeps sir hair long (no time to cut it), sometimes snapping it into a ponytail. when si does change clothes, si always keeps one thing on: a black jacket covered in patches si made with sir former friends.

personality description :: amos is most well known for her hostility towards people zhe doesn’t know. new people are seen as possible infected: kept at an arm’s distance, keeping communication to a minimum lest they be potentially hostile. zhe is quiet most of the time, often thinking about how zhey would deal with the worst outcome should it come to pass. (this often involves fighting.) even after befriending zher, zhey don’t get much nicer: zhey always have a backup plan in place in case the other person betrays zheir trust.

likes :: fighting hostile entities, keeping the way clear, survival skills, survival YouTube channels, pocket knives, portable gear, zombie movies where the humans win, first person shooters, PvZ, barbed wire bats, punching people in the face

dislikes :: sleeping, shadows, long creeping hallways that twist and turn, unsettling environments, things that upset the “norm”, zhemself (especially in terms of being a good person), other people, zombies seen as “good”, being called cute or adorable

front triggers :: bedtime (actively fights off going to sleep), physical danger, zombie media, eerie settings, hotel hallways, der source song

signoff :: 🐦‍⬛, ⚾️

mood board :: amos

songs for you :: run boy run by woodkid, enemy by imagine dragons, i love you by woodkid, DARKSIDE by neoni, the phoenix by fall out boy, daydream by ruelle

kins :: ellie from the last of us ; ace of clubs from the batman universe

typing quirk? :: prefers shorter sentences. proper punctuation. opts for simpler words to get the message across. does not capitalize zhir sentences.

name :: tj, frances, miles, wendall, rhodes

age :: 20, on the cusp on 21

pronouns :: he/him, hu/hum, per/pers, roe/roeself

roles :: absorber, optimist, caesian, energetic alter

species :: human through and through!

gender identity :: your typical male. he doesn’t really like labels, as he finds them more confining than they are helpful.

orientation :: bisexual with a preference for men

source :: brainmade, songtive (part of the band)

aesthetic :: wanderlust, americana (specifically wide open plains), campcore

appearance description :: tj is simply incapable of dressing normally. he is that one guy who wears shorts during the winter and long pants during the summer. hum reasoning? “hey, you never know, maybe we’ll end up in Florida today!” per likes to mix and match, but he does have some semblance of consistency: everything he wears is easy to move in and won’t end up with bloody knees if he does some parkour tricks. while he does wear some jewelry for funnies, he almost never takes those camping with him unless they’re designed for extreme conditions. breaking his accessories would be heartbreaking.

personality description :: the most out-there guy you’ll ever know. tj does things that make him happy whenever he feels the inkling to. this can be climbing on top of things, scaling walls, jumping up a tree, driving five hours to see a friend — he cannot and will not be stopped. unlike amos, tj sees the best in people and situations no matter what happens. he sees the silver linings in the grey skies: sure, the game got rained out, but hey… that’s perfect sleepover weather!

likes :: taking things as they come, road trips, long car rides, sporadic adventures, being active, camping, sitting around the fire, walks through nature, natural wildlife, having a good time, fucking around and finding out

dislikes :: people who can’t chill, hyper-specific organization, charters, control freaks, plane rides (can’t see the world go by), over-urbanization, pollution, hostile architecture, people being addicted to social media (he doesn’t get it — why fixate on a small screen when you can see the real deal?)

front triggers :: car rides, sightseeing, camping, being with friends, trips, natural beauty, worldly wonders

signoff :: 👣, 🪵, 🗺️

mood board :: tj

songs for you :: could have been me by the struts, the great escape by woodkid, where is your rider by the oh hellos, someone to die for by hurts, torches by x ambassadors, FUNGUS by the narcissist cookbook

kins :: bennett from genshin impact, indiana jones (allegedly)

typing quirk? :: rambles a heck of a lot, chronically allergic to punctuation, never swears and rather substitutes them for sayings (dangnabbit = damn, flipping flapjacks = flying fuck)

name :: max/maxie, jessie, waylon, cora, wilder

age :: 17 to 19

pronouns :: he/they (alternating), he/him, they/them, thon/thons, co/cos

roles :: apparently normal part, pseudo host, sensory soother

species :: human (asomatic)

gender identity :: cassgender, dazegender, coyotething

orientation :: gay, reciprosexual

source :: brainmade, songtive (NOT ENTIRELY ALONE)

aesthetic :: amateur photography, prairie, rustic

appearance description :: despite spending so much time in the sun and desert, Maxie is soft by nature. their clothes are kept clean and tidy, their hair is a reasonable level of messy, and they take good care of their skin. Maxie opts for large baggy clothing in neutrals and dark colors due to the fact they’re often outside.

personality description :: calm and comfortable, maxie doesn’t lean too hard one way or the other unlike his system mates. they are a watcher of all the things they can see, trying not to take things for granted. thon would love to share thons appreciation for the world with others — but with everything around them feeling like it’s falling apart, it’s harder and harder for thon to get people to listen. cos is horrible with conflict; whenever cos is faced with a problem, they switch out to let either tj or amos say their piece and (hopefully) smooth things over without starting a fight.

likes :: watching the sky, birds flying overhead, talking to people, rustic furniture, country music, playing the guitar, pottery, horses, coyotes and wild dogs, what has yet to come

dislikes :: things outside of his control, natural disasters, darkness, animal abuse, rapid urbanization, people forgetting his name (really, it’s so simple!), being talked over, people who don’t listen, conflict, picking sides

front triggers :: country aesthetics, wide open spaces, horses & horse riding, taking pictures, peace and quiet, howls in the night

signoff :: 🌵/📷

mood board :: maxie

songs for you :: fire by barns courtney, ghost on the shore by lord huron, foreigner’s god by hozier, the mute by radical face, swan upon leda by hozier, o susanna by the smoky mountain band

kins :: none to speak of, but he likes dolly parton a good bit. (and mater from cars, but he won’t admit to that one.)

typing quirk? :: doesn’t quite… finish their sentences. frequent use of ellipses… oh… lots of interjections… always seems a bit distracted.

[ransprang]

Match Up Requests: Ko-Fi

Hey there gang, we've got some exciting news to share with all of you! Since the 3 of us have finally graduated university we have quite a bit of free time while looking for jobs. So.....we are officially opening MATCH UPS for ALL our fandoms and MORE!!!!

Our list of fandoms can be found here. But you can also send in asks or dm one of us if there is a fandom you want that isn't on our list.

Just send in your requests on Ko-Fi, and we'll work our magic to pair you up with your perfect fandom soulmate! 🔮💞

Reblog this post to spread the word! Let the matchmaking commence! 💞

https://ko-fi.com/ransprang

Multiple fandoms are welcomed :)

Info to include: your gender identity (if you want your pronouns included otherwise we will keep it g/n), gender preference, personality, hobbies, your type, what you hate, love language(s) + any and ALL other info you wanna include :)

your coffees,

admins sav, sar & san

[heldflesh]

TALES OF ST. GERMAIN — CARNELIAN LARAMIE.

──  (  jonathan  daviss.  nonbinary,  they / them.  )  recently  seen  flashing  bathroom  -  goers  their  daily  tarots  while  sat  upon  a  crooked  sink  (  you're  seeking  an  endless  fortune  ...  in  the  form  of  a  line  the  next  stall  over,  that  you'll  share  with  me  right?  righ  –  ),  wafts  of  smoke  between  each  word    at  freezer  bride's:  enter  CARNELIAN  LARAMIE  ST.  GERMAIN.  twenty  six  years  old  &  a  cancer,  usually  observed  in  well  -  worn  band  shirts,  always  cropped  at  navel  –  scandalizing!  incentive!  never  done  before!  –  moth  -  bitten  holes  affixed  with  charms;  lucky  trinkets  and  protective  wards,  home  -  sewn  by  a  doting  mother,  the  same  that  hang  in  the  cuffs  of  cracking  leather  jackets  and  between  the  laces  of  steel  -  toed  boots    ;  carn  is  a  devotion  local  known  within  their  circle  as  EFFULGENT  +  SEDULOUS,  a  perpetual  hum  of  rock  -  n  -  roll  victim  by  death  on  salted  mouth.  something  of  the  OVERWROUGHT  +  QUIXOTIC  follows,  regardless  …  something  to  do  with  the  belief  that  sharing  IS  caring  –  barney  told  us  so.  are  you  going  to  forsake  barney?  our  one,  true  god?  our  sav  –  and  a  thumb  -  swept  sniffle  ,  perhaps  ?  strange,  what  a  WITCH  can  get  up  to.  they’ve  been  heard  waxing  lyrical  about  a  dream  they  had  recently,  a  strange  tale  of  a  god  inside  oneself;  metallic  tang  against  tongue  as  muscle  stretch  and  split,  making  room  for  a  new  entity  to  take  hold,  to  make  home  out  of  borrowed  flesh  –  body  a  vessel,  a  calling,  a  devotion.  pay  no  mind  to  fanciful  star  -  gazing,  though:  rather,  mind  the  tangible.  focus  on  cassette  tapes  handed  out  for  every  emotion  felt;  every  moment  passed,  every  thought  had  (  imbued  with  good  luck  and  protection,  and  the  yearning  that  is  two  heads  knocked  together  under  one  comically  large  headphone  )  /  starlight  just  within  grasp,  white  -  hot  fingertips  and  a  familiar  buzz  within  one's  chest;  craning  against  dark  sky,  toes  against  treacherous  ledge,  crumbling  dirt  beneath  –  just  a  little  longer,  just  a  little  closer  –  the  world  on  tilts,  rotating,  spinning;  falling  /  the  soothing  rock  of  a  triple  -  decker  boat,  layers  built  upon  layers  –  always  a  room,  always  a  place  –  accommodating  warmth,  siren  call  a  sweet  lullaby,  familiar  –  soothing  .  /

... mentioning themes of HAPPY FAMILIES, MANIPULATING STARS, DRUGS, and ANXIETY. proceed with care.

with palms held out.

full name — carnelian laramie st. germain.

nickname(s) — carn; neil ( to assert dominance over twink!neil; alternatively, if you hate carn and want them to di– ); lars ( steven universe tease, only if you hate carn and want them to di– twice over ); laramoo ( mothers, affectionately; siblings, maliciously ); red.

date of birth & age — june 30th, 1997, twenty6.

gender / pronouns — non - binary, agender; they / them.

sexuality — queer.

typing — witch, but extra cool ( just a normal witch, but with a leather jacket ).

occupation — astrology bullshitter; tarot reader; amateur wizard ( virginal or not left to be seen, life school in wizards101 ); proud band member; manager at diner 54.

astrology — cancer sun, pisces moon, virgo ascending.

interests — ska punk, they don't need help. any instrument involving blowing, strumming, or any variation of fondling. daily horoscopes. smoking. fishing, but with their bare hands to establish dominance over the fish. worship of a new idol every week.

aversions — riding their bike into the creek for the 5th time that week. come downs. the color "greige", like what even is that? losing against the fish. industry plants, both hollywood and nuclear. their never - ending spiral of thoughts.

next in queue — blank generation, richard hell and the voidoids; sound system, operation ivy; bulls on the parade, rage against the machine; sunshine ward, amebix.

notable features — more tattoos than bare skin, ever - changing, ever - moving & charms sewn into every hemline, hanging from every piercing adorning nose and lip and brow.

general disposition — like they're about to shit themselves out of fear & excitement, maybe both.

last known location — sprawled half - out of a shoddy van behind diner 54, half - convinced that they're transforming into a slug; oddly concerned about their internal body temperature and if they'd still be loved if they were just a shell - less snail.

scrying mirror & kindred — lane kim ( gilmore girls ), nino quincampoix ( amélie ), ned ( pushing daisies ), winston bishop ( new girl ), norville "shaggy" rogers ( scooby doo ).

what lurks in the past...

devotion, one and only - nothing else known. years of family in one setting, one sitting; one rocking boat, layers built upon layers. only leaving just to return again, to re - meet smiling faces; fish and treasure in tow, new trinkets entangled in netting, shells a collection against windowsill and rail, never moving despite sharp upturn of wave.

each st. germain is born on - deck, tradition dating back to the first st. germain; ever - mysterious, superstitious and warding. those born upon their boat - more house than ship - thought to be forever safe from harm, building belief magic of its own. carnelian far from first, and far from last; fatefully middle child, but the woes of such never touching them. loved, just the same as one another.

their generation is born to magic, innate but not taught; family grimoire long lost to depths far beneath them, water not even they can lurk in - became more comfort than necessity over the years, fishing enough to keep them comfortable, settled. the oldest unaccepting of this, begins the family's hunt. seeks the unseekable, speak the unspeakable.

carnelian is intrigued; practicing on their own, magic at first weak but stable - tarot more game than serious intuition, until intuition swallows them whole. prone to bouts of unpredictability, turning against them as emotions sway alongside reefs against water, against wind. each spell's attempt is anxiety - latched; hand gripping upon shoulder, sinking them into ground; head a mess of thoughts, tornado ripping up tree and house.

every st. germain has a plan laid out; ambitious lot, wanting power of their own for one reason or another; carnelian is simple - wants the joy of it, wants to soothe their own thoughts, entertain friends and fans alike. the oceans calls to some, the moon to others; the stars to carnelian, shining brighter for them than anyone else. some nights sat upon angel's peak; they hear their whispers among one another, is that one of us? another fallen star? brethren, kindred, o' stardust of mine?

the more carnelian studies; the louder the whispers seem, brighter against the sky - almost visible beside the sun, places they shouldn't be. they want something from them, something intangible; something unfathomable - undecipherable, despite hours spent crossed against the moon, spliff in hand as limb leers precariously off cliffs edge. what does it all mean - what do they want?

they want a god reborn; brought to fruition, breathed back to life - each vessel unworthy except for one; a lanky body, softly unproportioned, unexpected and unassuming. their dreams litter with the memories of stardust, of creation; stars forming and dying, colliding into one another; more nights than not they awaken burning hot, sweating through cloth and out of bed, closer and closer towards the cliff.

carnelian severs the line; afraid of the night sky, and how it wants to swallow them whole - they stopped visiting the stars, stopped heeding the nebulous. sleep lessens - fearful of their grip upon them, parasocial a whole new meaning. if it goes ignored - they'll go away, right? stars burst eventually, don't they?

friends of family and of childhood: while not well to do; the st. germain family is practically devo legend, knows just about everyone and everything. friendships span generations, or sometimes just years.

relatives of the st. germains: extended family, in all their glory; fishermen and witches alike, mortal or not; half - nymph cousins and nephews and nieces with the blood of fae inside.

...comes to light in present...

magic's not abandoned; just shift - geared, other options explored; options that don't compel carnelian to join the stars above, horoscopes stuck to the daily newspaper only, still read loyally. it takes form of illusions and small tricks; the wind picking up more than usual, lightning calls from overhead. it's cloudier at night now, than before; can barely see the moon, let alone stars. aura cleansings and healings; repenting for their subconscious calling for godhood, still nails clawing skull.

they keep busy, picking up instruments at their pleasure; playing a slow ballad of girls just wanna have fun at the back of a smoky van, crying induced afterwards. mind meld, for funsies - distract from their own thoughts by lifting the lid onto others; nosy a trait they cannot escape, knowing more than most. lips remain sealed. not out of loyalty, not many deserving of such a trait - nor of nefarious intent and future plotting. more a hub of information, than anything else; wealth in it.

natural skeptic of others; hard not to be in devotion, where one wrong step lands you inside a fairy ring, or a very convincing con between two sirens with the taste for finer things who really, really want your wallet. not to say they're not kind, they are; gives more of themselves than they intend, stumbles over themselves at times just to give it. over - righteous at times, an icon of saying i told you so in a smug tone, we get it - you've got great intuition, whatever; at least others aren't reenacting the bee movie with polaris.

carnelian is a little too optimistic; often blinded by their own wants, than what is reasonable or sound - shit at advice, echoes of follow your heart, drop everything and chase them! eat that edib - can barely make their own decisions without haywire, while simultaneously avoiding new, only embracing old. has managed the same diner since early adulthood - claims nowhere else would feel the same. a slut for temptation, and what cannot, or shouldn't be had; has gotten good at fighting quickened breath and nervous glances.

oh guide me, master jedi: someone more experienced than carnelian, who probably knows more about magic; or pretend to. god knows they need the help, lest they start lusting over stardust again.

serenades of the cheesiest, worst renditions of songs: no one can stop carnelian from yearning. a friend can be a lover, so can a stranger - who could resist an 80's boombox outside window scene?

...and carries into the future.

how long can one stay ignorant to their call? it's persistent, still; a continued whisper at the base of their skull, the farthest corner of their mind - backed into it, and growling. hungry for the attention. is it really the stars? or manipulation from another, a beckoning call for something else altogether?

it's not like the stars can craft a new grimoire for their family; what's the point of it all? their siblings have all gone off on their own routes; maybe it's time for them to find an alternative, to chase down their family spells - to find what is lost.

confusion only grows at the back of carnelian's mind, what's real, and what isn't?

the call of a stranger: a mysterious being not yet known, are they the one beckoning carnelian? what purpose is there - or maybe it's all a ruse. a false prophet. a trick.

treasure hunters! hunt that treasure!: down in the murky depths of the ocean, siren territory - lays the st. germain grimoire. they've promised a hefty reward for whoever companies them on their mission; a reward they don't yet have.

[cfcorruptibility]

❝ My past is My business . ❞

        savannah smith  ›› K9 Officer  ››  sophia bush  ››   tw: drug use, alcoholism , death , murder , overdose, relapse, serial killer/rapist , kidnapping

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―  ✘ ╱ ⟨   –  sophia bush, female, she/her.  ⟩ it seems like savannah bradley has been seen around town, humming unsteady by x ambassadors under their breath. apparently they are a 39 year old human. townsfolk whisper about them being dauntless and adventurous, but also blunt and resentful. the police officer has been in town for 4 years, and gives off the vibes of a rebellious past scared straight, lonely nights, and k-9 loaded police cruisers. ( penned by sushi, 27, she/her, est. ) (charlie swan wc)

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full name : savannah nova smith

nicknames : sav, savvy, nova

age : 39

date/place of birth : april 5th in Queens, NY

occupation : K9 officer

affiliation : n/a

language(s) spoken : english  ,  spanish , french, latin

hair color : brunette

eye color : green

notable scars : couple of scars scattering here and there from bullet and knife wounds from work

PERSONALITY ​

positive : dauntless , resilient , adventurous , persuasive , independent , outgoing

negative : impulsive , truculent , cantankerous , aggressive

moral alignment : chaotic good .

deadly sin : wrath

hogwart house : slytherdor

element : earth

emotional stability : for now stable but wasn’t always

alcohol use : regularly

prone to violence? : very

habits : tbd

drives / motivations : her kids

aesthetic : brooke davis from one tree hill ; erin lindsay from chicago pd ; mace browne from the 355 ; jennifer “jj” Jureau from criminal minds ; penelope garcia from criminal minds ; natasha romanoff from marvel cinematic universe ; 

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mother : unnamed hartfield ( bio mother ) †  , unnamed smith (adoptive mother)

father : unnamed smith ( father )

sibling(s) : unnamed ( older half brother ) , unnamed ( older half brother )

spouse : noah alexander dawson sr ( husband )  †

child(ren) : emma rose dawson ( 13-year-old daughter ) , aspen lily dawson ( 13-year-old daughter ) , isla grace dawson ( 10-year-old daughter ) , noah alexander dawson jr ( 8-year-old son )

other family : tbd

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―  Birth : Born in Queens, NY

―  Age 2 : Mother dies of overdose; goes to live with bio dad and his family

―  Age 4 : Adopted by bio dads wife

―  Age 14 : starts high school ; joins volleyball team and softball team ; works part-time at local cafe

―  Age 15 : starts kickboxing and martial arts in spare time ; starts dating

―  Age 16 : boyfriend cheats on her with best friend ; begins to spiral ; meets guy ( he was twenty five ) at party and is introduced to alcohol and drugs ; rebellious stage begins

―  Age 17 : arrested at party for drug use and under-age drinking ; current nypd sergeant takes pity on her ; gives her slap on the wrist ; enters rehab for 6 months

―  Age 18-23 : graduates high school and joins the police academy ; rises quickly in rank ; joins homicide team with sergeant that took pity on her at 17 ; grows close to sergeant like a second dad ; dating partner/sergeant’s son, noah dawson ; becomes best friends with the only other female cop on homicide team ; loses best friend in the line of work when she’s shot through a door with a shotgun by perp ; toxic ex boyfriend from when she was 16 shows up as suspect holds her and his baby mama hostage, ends up shooting him in self-defense, he doesn’t survive ; noah proposes on her 23rd birthday and  she accepts 

―  Age 24 : her and noah go to bar that is mostly full of off-duty cops and detectives after work to destress over some drinks when bar gets shot up ; takes bullet to abdomen, survives surgery ad returns to work a month later ; married three months after shooting and honeymoon in the maldives ; 

― Age 25 : suffers head injury chasing after suspect, spends a week in the hospital before returning to work ; meets 21-year-old girl with a drug addiction much like herself when she was younger and saves her, puts her through rehab and gets her a job helping the homicide team in house as she goes to school for criminology, the two become best friends and practically inseparable ; serial killer/rapist becomes obsessed with her and begins to stalk her ; best friend is kidnapped by the serial killer/rapist obsessed with her and is killed by him ; homicide team is called and savannah identifies the body as her best friend ; begins to spiral ; makes risky moves and puts herself in the way of harm without second though ; is held at gun point by a childhood friend, yells for him to shoot her what’s one more person ; relapses ; is ambushed by fellow cops who broke into her and noah’s home ; quits job ; few months pass discovers she’s pregnant and returns to rehab, gets clean ; finds out she’s pregnant with twins in rehab

― Age 26 : gives birth to twins ( emma and aspen ) at 30 weeks ; gets job back with homicide team ; gets kidnapped 6 months after giving birth to daughters, more psychological trauma and games from serial killer/rapist obsessed with her, shoots and kills him 

― Age 29 : Pregnant again, gives birth to daughter, isla dawson

― Age 30 : Pregnant once more, gives birth to son, noah dawson jr

― Age 31 :  husband is linked to the murder of a woman and is later found in the trunk of his car shot in the head, noah sr doesn’t survive, leaves savannah widowed and single mother of four young children under the age of 5 ; father-in-law/sergeant retires.

― Age 35 : Father-in-law passes away and Savannah moves herself and her kids to Forks.

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―  has a cat named sapphire and a german shepherd named alpha

― attends therapy twice a week 

― has a masters in criminology and is self-taught in hacking and coding

― working on her phd in psychology

― suffers from ptsd and severe night terrors

― has been clean for 13 years

― is terrified of returning to the dating scene especially being she’s the single mother of four children

[brightbluesage]

Serving Humanity-- Tales From the Restaurant Floor

I served humanity last night and once again it wasn’t pretty. I saw drunken couples commingling at the bar sucking down their Three Lakes Old Fashioneds or expensive cabernets, first laughing, enjoying and connecting, then ungracefully dropping over the edge into sullenness and downright rudeness, revealing who they really are instead of the polished facades they hoped to maintain when they walked into the place. I saw an overwhelmed young mother of two rambunctious boys allow, because it was easier, said boys to leave the establishment carrying the reindeer toothpicks we offer festively with our winter cocktails. “Perhaps I’ll take that.” i said to the tot. I get it. To take them away would have meant crying tantrums I assume, tantrums the mother avoids at all costs. Who cares if they should place the sharp mimi-sticks into their mouths, worse swallow it or puncture their own pure skinned hands or each others. As I kindly and with good intent questioned the safety of this decision I then had another employee scold me when I took it away from one boy, proclaiming his mom gave it to him. The, maybe 3 year old, boy looked at me with tender eyes and I looked to the mother, “Are you okay with him having this?” She smiled wanly and that told me everything about her life and made me once again okay with my decision not to have kids. The mother’s desperation for non-conflict glaring, I reluctantly gave him back the reindeer toothpick then went into the back and got him a couple of steak knives for his trip home. Three privileged teens came in and ordered 3 expensive NY strips and Sprites for their late afternoon meal. They were polite and respectful, all mesmerized by various memes or videos they each watched on their respective latest model smart phones not talking to each other much and leaving me, a most meager amount for their very expensive order. Daddy clearly, in addition to teaching them the art of ordering beef medium rare, had not been as enthusiastic a teacher of the art of the 20% gratuity. All in all, last night it was proven to me once again, that there is a reason most servers are in their 20’s. It helps in this job, when you're physically stronger and you have less time in relationship with the shitty side of humanity. When you care less, not more. That's a good thing. It helps when you are immune to the drunken and condescending glances of men and the out of control nuances of an insecure woman drunk on Canoe Ridge Sav Blanc. It helps to not understand why people are the way they are and instead get the food and drink out ASAP and hope for that 20%, 25% if they’re nice drunks. As usual the universe gave me a nudge to move forward. I saw a woman at the bar whose name I remembered. “Hello Collette” I said, and responded “Hi Trish!” also recalling our previous interaction. She professed that she remembered me because I was so nice and that she had hoped to get the same thing she had ordered the first time in the place-- but that item was absent form the menu. “Oh we don’t have the Crab tonight.” I lamented. She was clearly impressed that I had remembered her order form over a month ago. That comes with age too I guess. Along with tolerating the sad, patronizing, drunken eyes, you remember the kind witty woman of your same age range that sees you and comprehends that it really is all about kindness and love. I will return to the floor and see who comes along next. And next time I won’t let the child leave with a sharp object. Tricia Schwaba 11/2023

[wutbju]

On August 9, 2022 Paul left his life on earth and entered into his eternal home where he met his Lord and Savior.

On February 14, 1931 Paul was born to Walter and Arlie (Dulmes) Veenendaal in Sheboygan Falls where he grew up going to the First Reformed Church with his family and as a member he sang in the choir and was a co-treasurer of the Sunday School.

He attended the Sheboygan Falls Public Schools and graduated with the Class of 1949. He then went to Sheboygan Business College and in May 1950 was employed by the Mailing Department of the Kohler Company until September 1951 when he was enrolled at Bob Jones University in Greenville, SC.

On November 4, 1952, he was drafted into the United States Army and was sent to Fort Campbell, KY. After 16 weeks of basic training with the 11th Airborne Division, he was assigned to the Adjutant General Corps and was deployed to Pusan, Korea where he worked in the Post Office. After 18 months, he returned to the United States and enrolled in Mission House College (Lakeland) and on May 27, 1956 he received an Associate Degree in Applied Science in Business Administration. He accepted employment in the Accounting Department of Schultz Sav-O Stores (Piggly Wiggly) in Sheboygan. He formed their Credit Union and served as the first treasurer in addition to his regular accounting responsibilities.

After 24 years, his time there ended and he became a Teachers Aid in the Sheboygan Public School STRIVE Program which assists students with dysfunctional problems. After 2 years, he resigned and was employed for several years making floral deliveries for Caan’s Floral. In the past, he was a counselor at the Friendship House, a Big Brother, and in the prison ministry at the Kettle Moraine Correctional Institution.

In 1969, he transferred from the First Reformed Church in Sheboygan Falls to Bethany Reformed Church in Sheboygan where he taught Sunday School and served as a deacon. When his term as an elder ended, he joined the fellowship of the Evangelical Free Church in Sheboygan where he taught a Sunday School class for children. In 1993, he joined the congregation of City Church and served as an usher for several years.

Paul was married to Nancy Veenendaal from 1968-1993. From this union came his son, Mark. He also adopted Nancy’s daughter Barbara as his own. When his children were younger, he enjoyed taking his family to resorts in Eagle River and camping in local campgrounds. He was an avid sports fan and enjoyed watching games on TV with his pet cat Molly in his home. He had an extensive collection of photographs and helmets autographed by the Green Bay Packers.

What people most remembered about Paul was that he was witty, enjoyed wholesome humor, had a notable memory, and had a desire to read and hear about Bible prophesy.

Paul is survived by his daughter, Barbara (Todd) Anderson of Monument, CO, and his son, Mark (Jennifer) of Sun Prairie, WI, six grandchildren, Ariana (Derek) Buehner, Claire, Katelyn and Noah Anderson of Monument, CO, and Rayna and Kaden Veenendaal of Sun Prairie, WI. He is fur¬ther survived by his sister, Ruth (David) Clement of Menomonee Falls, WI, his sister-in-law, Nancy Veenendaal of South Elgin, IL and special cousins, Glen and Mary Dulmes of Sheboygan Falls, and his special nephew, Brad Veenendaal of Sheboygan. He is further survived by nieces, nephews, and other relatives and friends. He was preceded in death by his parents; brothers, Roland and Lamont; sister-in-law, Mary Veenendaal and special cousin, Muriel Reimes.

Visitation will be held on Saturday, September 3, 2022 at Reinbold-Novak Funeral Home, 1535 S. 12th St., Sheboygan, from 10:00 a.m. until the time of service 11:00 a.m. Paul will be laid to rest in the Meditation Hall in the Chapel of Eternal Light at Greenlawn Memorial Park in Kohler, WI. He wanted to thank Dr. Marshall Matthews and staff, Dr. Vinicius Lopes and staff, Dr. Jacob DeMaster and staff, Dr. Fisseha Ghidey and staff, Pine Haven Rehab Facility, Aurora Health Care, Progressive Care Center Therapy Facility, S.S.C. staff, Terrace Place staff, St. Nicholas Hospital staff and the staff of Reinbold-Novak Funeral Home.

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

yes yes yes!! Thank you for this addition! Because I think you get to the root of everything which is that Love (& Beauty & Truth) is foundational to Marsilio's philosophy, it is the keystone (and Giovanni with it). Therefore, to deny that love - however it may have looked between them - is to deny Marsilio's whole philosophical structure and truth. Love is the Whole Point is engraved in every book and every letter he wrote.

And exactly as you said, for him the performance of his philosophy, the living of his philosophical truth (and he firmly believed philosophers must "practice what they preach," so to speak), is wholly embodied in his love for his friends. Particularly, his Perfect Love for Giovanni. Indeed, I think it can safely be argued that Marsilio's Platonic Ideal of Love is what he feels for Giovanni.

There's a post somewhere in my Marsilio Blogging tag about how his commentary on the Symposium, colloquially referred to has his book On Love/De Amore, was a love letter to Giovanni through Socratic dialogue. Helped, of course, by the fact that it was Giovanni who suggested to Marsilio that he work on a commentary on the Symposium (a very straight thing to suggest, Giovanni).

I feel like so much of straight-washing in history has to do with either A) believing we somehow invented queerness recently and there were no queer people in history (despite quite a lot of evidence to the contrary), or B) genuinely liking a historical figure and wanting to “rescue” them from “accusations” one finds distasteful. These arguments find the conclusion that Marsilio was queer to be aspersions on his character, to be insults.

I think a lot of it, in Marsilio's case, is B. People want to "save" him from such horrible "accusations". They want to preserve what they view as his "respectability" and "seriousness". If he is A Queer, then in their eyes that lowers the value of his philosophy and other life work. As if loving a man makes his Latin translations of all of Plato "lesser". As if loving a man reduces the beauty of his writing and makes it "less universal". People are keen on his "universality". It's patently absurd and utterly insulting, of course, but god is hatred and dislike of the gays is one hell of a drug.

(I really would have loved to have heard an account of a debate between him and Savonarola, whose entire philosophy seems to have been rooted in Fear and Awe)

Me toooooo. It would have been so interesting. Also their preaching styles were so different, too. Marsilio was softer spoken, had a slight stutter on the letter S, and tended to just talk about love 95% of the time. (Would choose him as parish priest if I lived in 1480s and 90s Florence. No question about it.) Savonarola was known for having a very rough, and at times unappealing voice, but he was charismatic in how energetically and furiously he could get worked up on the pulpit.

The whole Marsilio-Savonarola thing is fascinating. Marsilio initially was a supporter because he approved of the political reforms to the Republic that Savonarola was suggesting. Then things went pear shaped and Marsilio quickly jumped ship being like "he's utterly WHACK and I think maybe is a demon but isn't aware he's a demon."

Giovanni: and he's burning books.*

Marsilio: AND HE IS BURNING BOOKS!! [fumes]

*all books burned were not original/only copies to Savonarola's credit. He made sure, of the books, nothing truly priceless went on the flames. And Bonfires of Vanities wasn't unique to him, it was not an uncommon Lenten practice to symbolise in a big way that death comes for all and worldly vanities mean little compared to the glory of God etc. etc. etc. I still suspect Marsilio vibrated with fury over this.

God I would give anything to read that letter he wrote to Giovanni about Savonarola. I want to hear the hot gossip!!

And yes, they were very opposite on their approach to preaching and personal philosophies. Especially around how to engender improved behaviour in people. Savonarola was classic, par-for-the-course fire and brimstone. Ficino was all about cajoling people with things like "I know power and wealth are alluring, but there is a better man in you that can resist those temptations. Let that better man shine forth" etc.

A silly aside:

He felt closer to God through his unapologetic love for another man, and he was going to tell the world about it.

All I can think when I read this is: Marsilio was ~~In Love~~ and he was going to make it Everyone's problem

ok also, Carol Kaske, this statement is absurd. Willful blindness, at this rate. Like, obviously using modern terminology for what Ficino experienced and how he would have understood himself and his feelings and attractions is obviously limiting etc. etc. <- insert the usual disclaimer here.

However, to deny there is queerness of some capacity in his letters is patently absurd.

[atanes-universe]

Sav`s Universe/ Chapter 2: Ikarus

First page Chapter 1: Prelude

First page Chapter 2/ <previous/ next>

[atane-is-here]

Maybe a bit of a silly question, but I'm curious how Sav came into existence? Since Mairon was a smith of some sort, did he create the child by forging? xD

I´m not a firm believer of authorial intent and kind of left this one open for interpretation. How I explain it to myself is that Mairon did his shapeshifter thing and they made the baby how you usually make babies. But since it´s not in Mairons nature to bear children Sav turned out super tiny and you know how Melkor felt about that.

Also interesting to note is that this comic contains some of the concepts and characters from the Unfinished Tales. Like Eonwe and Ilmare being the children of Manwe and Varda and someone else being the herald. So Valar children are not unheard of. This includes Telimektar son of Tulkas and also Kosomoth who is the son of Melkor and some ogre lady.

[galatially]

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 🫧

𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛

of the essence by @inklore — if y'all haven't read anything from lauren before, let this be your introduction; she's a fucking artist the way that she weaves her characters into existing universes and i can only hope to write half as well as she does

𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙

lovelorn masterlist by @tomdutch — do you like pining? roommates to possible lovers? all set in a college au with peter parker, reader, and cindy moon? well, s had you covered; or, the masterlist stayed in my drafts to remind me to read the updates and my jobs have killed my brain cells so please read this brilliance and give it lots of love!

sunrise, sunset by @peachyteabuck — i don't need to gush about how much i need lukis to fucking produce epics, but i will lol. they've taken such a sensitive topic and beautifully drawn us a world where grief is complicated and new normals are harder when you love people. honestly, this story made me fucking cry and do all the fangirl feel things and i need them to just never stop writing

𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

friction by @faeology — this is my first time seeing @faeology on my dash but thank fuck i did because this was hot and needy and i could fucking feel the tension across my own skin between eddie and reader. if you're looking for palpable angst and genuine chemistry, go to sav and you'll be in heaven

it happened one night in detention by @mypoisonedvine — let me tell y'all something! the chokehold this had on me and my drafts was fucking insane! i'm pretty sure i read this five times before reblogging this because i was in such awe; the descriptions, the world-building! i wanna write like j.d. when i grow up lol

i don't play with my pen (i mean what i write) by @edens-pen — as a connoisseur of thirst tweet videos, i wish that this episode was real because goddamn! i love a good cocky!eddie fic and this did not disappoint. something about artists that are hot, know they're hot, but are still fucking cool and shit? unmatched energy. not gon' hold y'all though, i'd have been loud and proud about wanting eddie to just ruin me on twitter dot com lol

june baby: one, two, three by @luveline — i fucking love this series and every day i get on, i'm hoping to see that jade's updated so i can follow the adventures of eddie, reader, and june bug! i'm so attached to these three like they're friends of mine and i love watching their relationship deepen and, as a fervent slow burn lover, i'm foaming at the mouth for them to finally kiss!

a little mean for me by @upsidedownwithsteve — firstly, i love steve harrington, right? like, he went from being this asshole who's only personality trait was his money and his status to being a real fucking person, you know? one of my favorite characters, hands down. secondly, just because of this story, i want him to affectionately bully and kiss the tears away

𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑔𝑢𝑛

my feet can't touch the bottom of you by @sunderlust — i know nothing about the top gun franchise other than tom cruise is in it and val kilmer used to be, lol. but the way people like laur and sol write about the characters, maybe i'll bite the bullet and watch them? even if i don't, sol's description of jake "hangman" seresin is perfectly arrogant and aloof and i wanted to grind his balls under my foot for hurting my bartender babe

veracious and coveted facade by @inklore — laur, at this point, this is my proposal for your hand in matrimony because why the fuck do you write such masterpieces for mere mortals like me to gaze upon? who told you?

lurk by @zstrn — tori, my love, i stand ten toes on what i said: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw can have his feet planted on my mattress to turn me into slime. UNTIL THE FOULEST OF STENCHES LEAVES THE ROOM OKAY

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i didn't read much because of jobs and lack of time after them but i did read some real gems so please, please give the lovely people reads and keep them writing!

[aberfaeth]

fic asks!! 2, 3, 8, 9, and 18 💖

LOVE U JADE TYSM 💛💛

2. What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?

ok this is cheating bc it’s not my fic but it Was a birthday gift & i did help conceptualize? so it counts. everyone please go read darling i’d wait for you, even if you didn’t ask me to right now Immediately. watch season 1 of the great pretender just so u can read it. sav @grasslandgirl is a master of tension and resolution and deserves 1 million comments and kudos

3. What’s a fic idea you have but haven’t written yet?

BKU (Bloodkeep University) has lived in my head for So Long now and i have like 4k of notes and timelines about it and have not written a single sentence of prose (that’s a lie i have one (1) short scene) anyways it’s a vile villains college au and the Dynamics of it. are so fun.

couple others by incomprehensible logline (if any of these Spark Curiosity lmk i would be delighted to elaborate): WOTW aka the young wizard’s no good horrible time, nancy wheeler funeral phoebe bridgers study, vi fic aka the four horseman have a snarky hacker now, tlibo&t, valdrinorman symbiote au, GLASS DOLL LENORE!, max centric balancing on one wounded wing sequel, pilot program gowpenny crammer, 50k sixavik enemies to lovers

can u tell i conceptualize a lot and write. less than that

8. What kind of document do you use to write?

google docs! if it’s long or i’m gonna be working on it for a while (nanowrimos especially) i’ll color the background of the document a pastel color so it’s easier on the ol eyes

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you’ve written?

oh boy this is daunting so i’m just gonna pick one i did recently: erica’s scene with eddie in no, i’m not afraid to disappear! eddie’s relationship with erica is so fascinating and dear to me, and the combination teasing plus genuine concern and affection was fun to write. also just. i liked this one:

“Eddie gives her an acknowledging hum, picking his carton of rice back up. “For the record,” he says, voice a little rough, “I don’t think there’s a thing in this world you couldn’t grab if you wanted, Erica Sinclair.””

18. Rec someone else’s fic!

I HAVE SO MANY RECS INFINITE RECS. going 2 be so brave and limit myself to 3

starting off with one with shadows bc it lives permanently in my head. i was not even an acoc fic person until u changed my brain chemistry forever w this 💛💛💛 everyone say Thank U Jade

you were warm when everything was cold by @lesbianrobin bc i just reread it recently and it still manages to kill me dead. lucas’ pov is crafted with such care and his relationships with max and steve and himself are so beautiful and Real and i could literally go on about this for hours. there’s one line specifically that makes me clutch my chest in Emotion but i shant spoil it everyone go read it for urself

girl help! by @gilears bc i think about eldonado every goddamn day. this fic does dual pov so well and jamie Understands them SO MUCH!!! they are so good and so dumb 💛 also keep ur eyes peeled bc i am lucky enough to be In There (in tweet format)! if i do a reclist without plugging the talent of my beautiful amazing av friends it is a cold day in hell Anyway

[thefirstknife]

While I think it was a bad real world gameplay design, I think in-universe it makes sense why Exorcism has 6 players. Mara's plan was for the Guardian(s) to kill Savathûn once she was out of the crystal and de-wormed. Obviously you need six people - a Hive god is a raid boss!

Yeah, there were definitely issues with the mission. Both in concept and in execution. Overall I liked it, but definitely room for improvement.

And yeah! Agreed. Mara's plan was about an alliance between the Guardians and the Awoken where everyone had to do their part for the plan to work. Mara and Ikora talked frequently about details and they were both aware that it's possible Savathun would trick us. Mara said it in her first message to us. But overall, Mara's Awoken (Corsairs and Techeuns) and Ikora's Guardians should've been enough to successfully pull of the Exorcism and kill Savathun.

Unfortunately, literally nobody could've predicted that Savathun would just do a body swap with Osiris and vanish into thin air via Hive magic. Things like that can be expected of course but we had no means to stop them really. Our hands were also tied because of Osiris and getting him home safely. It's why he was the best barganing chip Savathun could've had. We were limited in what we could've done to stop her because we didn't know how Osiris would be delivered to us. Like, a full direct attack on the crystal was impossible because we had no clue where's Osiris and when would the exchange happen. Sav of course used us not being able to risk Osiris to her advantage.

Other than that yeah, Mara already knows that a Hive god is a job for 6 guardian, as well as for extensive preparation and alliance between the Awoken and the City.