#sylli post

[littlesyllable]

Langblr Reactivation Challenge - Day Four

Create a vocab list from one of your topics:

Theme - Paintings

Paint (v) - peindre

Paint (n) - la peinture, les couleurs

Painting (n) - un tableau, un peinture

A work of art - une oeuvre d'art

Canvas - la toile

Frame (v) - encadrer

Frame (n) - le cadre

Paintbrush - un pinceau

Pallet - la palette

Watercolor - l'aquarelle

Oil - la peinture à l'huile

Acrylic - l'acrylique

Gouache - la gouache

Easel - le chevalet

Pigment - le pigment

Hue - la teinte

Shade - foncer

Tint - éclaircir

Saturation - la saturation

Light (n) - la lumière

Light (adj) - clair(e)

Dark (adj) - foncé(e)

Line - linge

Positive Space - l'espace positif

Negative Space - l'espace negatif

Still life - une nature morte

Landscape - un paysage

Portrait - un portrait

Movement - le mouvement

Bonus - French Artists

claude monet

paul cezanne

henri matisse

edgar degas

marc chagall

gustave moreau

[cervynebastard]

Y love creatures that look lyke theyd make cartoon sound effects

Lyke look at thys lyl dude an tell me yt wouldn't make a skyttery noyse when yt runs around

[soloavengers]

I headcanon that Pathfinder is at least slightly NG+ cycle aware, as in aware of the energy coming out of Syl & the odd thing about his pawn. To ensure the cycle each subsequent Syl would kind of already be chosen as Arisen. By the third time, it’s impossible for Pathfinder to ignore and let him be. So they intervene with the pawn summoning, which had them get involved with the Dragon cult his missing brother got thrown in. A pawn they can use to stop this from happening one more world.

[comfortless]

sylly (like silly yk yk) what are your könig hcs? 🌹

SYLLY?! i…. Ok…. fair warning this is a little long… all that i do is think about this guy someone get him out of my head.

tread carefully reading this! there is a lot of sensitive content here: mental health stuff, abuse, mentions of sex and pornographic material, suicidal ideation, etc etc.

Generic, silly headcanons:

He prefers coffee (black) over tea, but he does have a bit of a sweet tooth (will never resist caramel if it’s presented to him). Honestly, he’s pretty self-reliant when it comes to food, too. On lazy days, he makes enough to where a takeout bill is hardly a concern, but for the most part he cooks! Not a chef by any means, but nothing he ever makes is bad!

Definitely wants a big, loving family, the polar opposite of what he had growing up as an only child in a far less than perfect household. Not a dealbreaker, but he does yearn for all of the love that he’s missed out on and then some.

Not big on video games, but… I do think he is absolutely spending every lonely leave playing Elder Scrolls. Would be so easy to convince to go larping or to a renfaire. I see everyone’s car/bike guy headcanons and I raise you… obsessed with fantasy König. He loves history and myth!! Why not combine the two and see him in chainmail.

The scent & kink posts. But to add… he’s an affectionate biter. (,: Knows the correct places to do so that won’t cause damage or hurt too terribly much. Likes to sniff you just as well! The embodiment of the “merge souls with me” post; in love, he just wants to feel you any way that he can and have some part of you lingering on him, even if it’s just a stray hair or your scent clinging to his shirt or pillowcase.

Cheating is never on this guy’s mind when he’s in a relationship. If he’s found a lady not running for the hills the second she catches sight of him, that’s his one and only. Sure, he may find himself attracted to someone else at some point or other during the duration of a relationship, but he’s devoted and disciplined! There’s never the fear of anyone coming in between he and his lover. He’ll spoil you with gifts, clingy to a point it’s overbearing, always giving you the utmost care… but is not opposed to bullying you into being a submissive, trembling mess either. He’s balanced!

Adores animals. Like any of them. There’s a special place in his heart for cats, but having a constant companion that he can take on hikes like a large dog would be ideal. Would definitely consider owning a tarantula or a snake, too. ^^ He isn’t scared of anything, let alone a creature that most are misinformed about… (he projects a little..). He would treat them just as well as anyone would treat a more “normal” pet. Understanding if you wouldn’t want to hold a giant arachnid (they’re delicate and you squirming over it would make him a bit protective over the poor thing. ): ), but it would mean a lot to him if you were more accepting.

König would not be a pretty sight (to most people) the majority of the time… I doubt that he takes care of himself past training his body and his allotted one-two minute military showers. His character description describes what is rumored to be under his mask as scary. Let him have his buzzcut, and scars, and teeth or old wounds a little too fucked up to fix! Unconventionally attractive is still attractive! (i think his ‘face reveal’ is actually so cute…)

Lots of sporadic little thoughts, but… Ambidextrous, can not ride a bike, whistles/hums to fill lapses of silence, flexes his fingers/cracks his knuckles when he’s nervous, definitely snores (loudly), brushes his teeth like 3-4 times a day (when he can) because he eats so much, not a picky eater at all, thinks it’s cute if you’re affectionately a little grossed out by him from time to time, absolutely the kind of person that thinks fuel and fire smell good, fluent in English and German but certainly knows many words and phrases from other languages.

Kind of clumsy. Overthinks the way his body looks to the point where sometimes his movements are a little stiff. Overestimates how tall a door frame may be if he’s distracted in the presence of others, hits his head and plays it off like he didn’t even notice. He’s (obviously) highly confident on the field, but in regular circumstances it’s totally reversed.

Though. Yeah. Sometimes this does translate onto the field. Can’t stay in one place for too long, once knocked an enemy soldier out by barreling into him. He’s a quick shot, skillful with any weapon that falls into his hands, but his focus can get a little skewed.

He collects some things. Nothing exactly pricy, but antique knives, coins, and a pocket watch or two. And he isn’t the most apt at putting things together in an appealing way… The first time you’re allowed into his house it looks like he’s robbed some vintage hunting shop/is planning something nefarious with the way he’s just got a few daggers strewn about his kitchen table. Just push them to the side, it’s fine! (His favorite is certainly one with a handle carved from a stag’s antler.)

Definitely takes a physical approach to bad feelings. @melancholic-thing mentioned to me that he bites himself when he’s feeling dejected or frustrated and yeah. (All of Ghost’s hcs for him are factually correct.) Not going to punch a hole through the wall but may aggressively slam a door or raise his voice before he can catch himself.

I have many thoughts about König’s childhood/early adulthood. Like, too many. But to summarize…

I think that everyone experiences bullying to an extent but what would make it so bad that it managed to make its way into the scraps that we do have of him? What made him so fundamentally unlikable to his peers? /: With my König I’ve settled on it being a blend of neurodivergency and a nightmare home life and alienation from his peers.

Height is predominantly viewed as a good trait. I don’t think it was necessarily his appearance at all that got him picked on so heavily (albeit… I do think that he would have had some scars, crooked teeth, regular facial bruising or cuts from scraps with other children/his father). Perhaps not the most conventionally attractive guy around, but normally viewed as a solid 5/10, just average. The kind of person who you wouldn’t remember from just a face alone.

His personality was always memorable though.

Whilst the other children/teenagers were interested in the regular trends, sports, whatever was shown on the television or heard on the radio at the time, I think he probably would have had a great interest in escapism!!

Comics, books, researching history and geography, etc, anything that could keep him from thinking of where he was/what other people viewed him as. He had a lot of strange things to say: odd facts (like the kind of person to tell you the longest word in the dictionary because he thinks it’s cool, “um actually—“ to correct something, monologuing about some bug you’ve just squashed and how it was not just a pest but very useful in nature, borderline concerning reactions to being shunned (feigned threats of violence that he would laugh off, things he’s probably heard from media and his own parents), over explaining himself for the simplest of misunderstandings, and… quoting his Oma’s very old-fashioned turns of phrase (think of little Kö regularly saying “Du gehst mir tierisch auf den Keks.” when he’s annoyed whereas the others say things far less dated like “Du gehst mir auf den Sack.”)

With him being difficult to relate to and having the most uncanny things slip out of his mouth, others probably did view him as a bit of a freak. He didn’t particularly stand up for himself often either apart from a few fights (and would never hit a girl). He would stay quiet, pretend to focus on his studies or whatever else was before him while the other children jeered and taunted. Regularly a target for fake confessions and offers to hang out outside of school, too.

König did have crushes, did have people he thought were cool and wanted to befriend, but after the third time of showing up someplace that he had to walk to on his own to find that no one had actually wanted to spend their time with him, he gave up.

I don’t think he had a good relationship with his parents or much of anyone. Seriously, leaving for the military at seventeen sets off a ton of alarm bells! He left the week of his Oma’s passing, because what else was there for him — no girlfriend, no prospects, hardly a relationship with his mother or father.

His father was your standard shit parent— womanizing, loud, physically abusive towards König. “Bonding” activities with him always had a heavy lean towards violence: hunting and arguing that usually resulted in fist fighting his own son seemed to be his favorites. A small man with an equally small ego— he probably would have boasted about his affairs to König, exposed him to pornography as a way of making sure his son wasn’t anything other than straight (which: never stopped his curiosity). He would never hold back from telling König that he would never in a million years find a girl willing to put up with his supposed stupidity and shortcomings. Generally just viewed his own son as utterly worthless if not for use as a punching bag.

In turn, König always loathed him, would dread hearing the bastard just walking around the house because he knew he would always find something to bicker with his wife or son over. Nothing that they ever did would be deemed correct, and his social anxiety initially developed from his dealings with him.

His mother was withdrawn, emotionally neglectful. König was just… there to her; another mouth to feed, another person begging for the attention she would have rather spared on herself.

She wasn’t a bad mother and she did try, but the product of dealing with his father’s nonsense + letting her own mental illness go unchecked (as in, his father controlled the family financially and why would he let her blow through their funds to see a therapist and “lose her lucidity with pills and ridiculous talks”). There were some days when she would be feeling more like herself and take König along with her for walks through the park where she would try to ask him about his life, about school, and… he would end up spilling his guts to her only for her to return to silence. Still, those were his favorite days. His fondest memory was picking a flower for her on one of those walks, one that she kept pressed and later framed.

There were never family dinners, no movie nights, no day trips or vacations. The most blissful of days were spent in the comfort of his room where he could keep the door locked and muffle the sounds of his parents arguing with loud music.

So, König did not have much of a safe space within his own home, but he had his Oma and her cluttered little house. She had books and plenty of food, even a cat, too. Though she was like his mother, stern and withdrawn, she would at least sit with him and tell him stories of her own life. She would at least tell him “Ich lieb dich, Käferchen!” in her quiet voice, stroke his head where he would sit with his nose buried in a book beside her. She would show him her dusty antiques, her old photographs, and in turn taught him to be a proper man by making him tend to what needed to be done around her house. And the garden. He loved his Oma’s garden, full of orchids, petunias, and tomatoes she would mash up to make him goulash or tomatensalat!

With Austria’s leading religion being Catholicism, I do think his Oma would have dragged him with her to service plenty, too. Not that he ever particularly enjoyed it… just zoned out with a plastic soldier in his pocket to fidget with or some trading card he spent the money he earned doing chores for her on. He’s never considered himself religious, thought himself to be bound for Hell no matter what, even if most of the time he felt that he was already there.

You take a puppy that’s been beaten down his entire life, but still remains eager and throw him in a barrack with people more horrible than any bully he’s ever had, though…? He starts taking his father’s advice more and more then. He wouldn’t harm anyone that he didn’t view as deserving of it, but it didn’t need to go that far that often, anyway. König is aware of the space he takes up by then, aware that all of his training has made him more broad and sturdy, and those playground fights are nothing compared to what he’s capable of now.

He gets his callsign from a quip about him owning nothing. His barrack is empty, devoid of pictures or any sentimental belongings. He rarely checks his phone, there might be the occasional missed call from a spam number, what is there to even see? He has no social media presence, every leave is spent in a shitty apartment only a days travel from his hometown, and he is utterly silent when the other soldiers invite him out for drinks. So yes, he’s a king. The king of absolutely nothing.

One of these rowdy boys does eventually coax him into talking to a woman. He loses his virginity in a disgusting bar bathroom, where he asks her after the two minutes he’s spent inside of her if it means anything to her at all. She laughs, washes herself in the sink and calms him down, but doesn’t give him her number or anything more than her first name.

He’s starved for love, utterly miserable without it, but doesn’t have much of a desire to seek it out, either. He’s seen how people are, how they treat him. But time and time again he will grapple onto any thread that may lead him to a pinhole of hope when it’s offered to him. For the most part, he has his hand and a perpetually almost-empty bottle of lotion.

And it’s not much of a surprise that König has contemplated suicide more times than he can count. It has never culminated in any way, only fearing that he would disappoint his men, even further disappoint his parents, maybe even a small part of him still believes in a Hell; that maybe with enough vigilantism on his part he’ll earn his way to a pleasant afterlife, one he teeters on the separation of believing in and not.

He doesn’t think about his mental health, always haunted by his father’s words, thinking that assuredly it would make him weak if he were to seek help for something like his own thoughts. So he overexerts himself during workouts, bottles everything other than rage and love inside: no one is going to see him cry, not ever again after being laughed at for him hundreds of times during school where he sat being called an “ugly giant” a “daydreaming freak” and an “idiot” near daily where silent tears did escape, only spurring further laughter.

Though I do not write him with these things in mind for every au, there are always subtle hints scattered about. ^^ I could probably prattle on forever about him, but I will leave you with this for now…

[unearthlore]

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These last two don't actually reach the set standards but I figured I'd post them anyway

Characters: Syllie, [my sister's unnamed OC], Brendan and Dr. Rosenvald!

Stay safe guys, remember to reject your confirmation bias/the spotlight effect, you deserve peace 💚

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[aquakat-draws]

Has a human ever been to any other dimension post-historical war? If so, did they go there themselves of their own free will? Did they find a way to go there, did they accidentally plop into another dimension somehow, or did a critter that actually has a mutually healthy relationship with them (if that’s ever actually happened) take them there? What did they do there/what were the residents’ reactions?

That's an awesome question, I've actually been waiting for someone to ask it (that also reminded me that i should also post what the historical war was even about)

Magic was taken away from the human kin after the war, and critters and other dimensions were slowly forgotten. Some people still believed and remembered outer-dimensional critters. but now it's some kind of "folklore" and considered just a story some people believe, just like irl.Humans are not able to travel between dimensions, nor use magic in any form.

And critters prefer to keep their magic and true side hidden from humans because of possible dangers (as i said, humans attack anything away from the norm and hovernments arrest and run tests on them), so a healthy relationship between different kins that the human is aware of the critter's true nature isn't also possible.

But there are exceptions to it. Even though taking humans into other dimensions and telling them about outer-dimensional stuff is considered prohibited, some critters still take humans into their dimensions (this is exactly what happens in the first chapter of Vanilla's story). Some take them just for fun and then won't let them back, some take them in as slaves, some other put them in life threatening situations to play with them as dolls (like Syllie, my friend's oc), and dark critters hunt and kill humans as following Typhon, the bad side of the historical war (the war's name is Extinction War)

Some humans managed to escape and reside in other dimensions before magic was taken away from them, and the war ended. Most of them were found and returned to humans' world, but some other succeeded in hiding. And they turned into some kind of feral cannibal tribe thingy, seeing humans is considered taboo and scary. Like how you might see a monster, so most critters avoid them or just stare at the in disgust, dark critters though, attack and kill.

I hope that answers your questions :>

[aspiring-artist-em]

Will you write lesbian smut anytime soon? Fandom needs our heroes

AHHH THANK YOU!!! I can't believe you consider me a fandom hero, of all things. im literally so flattered omg

onto your question, yes yes and a million times yes, idk how soon tho tbh. im living in a sorority at a big greek life school and it's work week so im busy getting overworked and yelled at over the stupidest things (YOUR LEFT FOOT FIRST UP THE STAIRS). next week is recruitment (god pls just let me have a break) and then is sylly week and tbh, if I write it'll be drunk ideas lol. so, to answer your question, idk when I'll post again, I think it'll just be when I have the time to, which, unfortunately isn't anytime soon.

[rkhemlani]

June 20th - Osaka Day Trip (Last Day)

Wow, this is the last blog post and I am definitely in my feels writing this. This past month has been real and it’s definitely going to be hard to say bye to both Japan and the people on this trip. I really hope that we meet up in the fall and do something fun, maybe during sylly week or for Chelsea’s sign-night. This group is definitely a little weird, but I love it. However, I do miss home and all the things that come with that including hooping, going to the beach, playing poker, and spending time with friends and family. Whether it was going to see a kabuki play or sipping a much-needed drink on the top of a gorgeous rooftop bar with beautiful views of the city, this trip has been nothing short of amazing and I am definitely glad that I was able to visit this interesting country with such interesting people. I do hope that my peers feel the same way. I’m going to miss playing Uno and gaslighting people to buy me ice cream the most. Ok, now that the sentimental part is over, time for the actual blog post. Today, I woke up extra early and went to Starbucks (where I didn’t see girl Sam surprisingly) and got a strawberry donut and did some work. I came back and got ready for the day. Today’s lecture really just consisted of our favorite parts of the trip and what we thought the professor could’ve done to improve it. We commenced our Osaka day trip with an hour-long train ride, which we were able to pass the time through a shared music experience through Spotify. Imagine having Apple Music, I feel sorry for you. We got to Osaka, where we immediately split for lunch and our group got cut off from the small group of five that had the best curry on the trip unfortunately. Our katsu was ok. We met with the class again and headed to Osaka castle. We took pics here and it was hot so I kept kidding around by pretending that I was at a prom after-party by unbuttoning all my buttons on my white shirt. You had to be there. Vishnu likes taking strange pics of me when I randomly lick my lips and had my shirt unbuttoned. I also taught the group how to properly griddy here (that’s a dance move mom). I felt cool in the moment because I hit it well and then flipped my fan out at the same time. Afterwards, we hopped on the train again and went to a neighborhood that was supposed to mimic American culture, but other than the McDonald’s, there wasn’t anything distinctly American. Then we kept walking where we eventually split for the last time as a group in the heart of Osaka. I had a strawberry ice cream, thanks to Vishnu. We then did some thrift shopping, but at first I couldn’t find anything. Xander and I also took a break and we got smoothies; I got an acai flavored one that was extremely refreshing. Everyone was buying goods, and my wallet was itching to spend money, because I love shopping but wasn’t finding anything. Eventually, at the last store we went to, I found a lovely Dior sweater that I believe was reasonably priced for what it was. After that, I led the group of Xander, Sebastian, Nico, Aulora, Casey, Chelsea, and Eliza to team-labs Osaka. Vishnu met up with us because he had gone to the Osaka aquarium. It was cool and relaxing to walk through the garden that was decorated with changing lights and interesting designs. Some of us (Xander, Vishnu, Aulora, Chelsea, Casey, and I) headed to a local restaurant, where most of us got pork yakisoba. After that it took us a while to get back to the hotel because there were delays on the train due to a derailment. I showered and got ready to go to bed, but Nico and I went to Family Mart first to get some sweets and have a good chit-chat. We love chit-chatting and talking chisme (gossip). 

Academic Reflection

By the end of this course, it is evident that all of us students have learned so much, even if we haven’t always done the dense readings. We learned about the youth sub-culture of Japan with anime and manga, while also learning about the traditional aspects such as tea ceremonies, history of cities, and Buddhism. I found it incredibly interesting that on one street, one can find beautiful traditional temples with ornate gardens and then several blocks over, the entire street would be adorned with lights, colors, advertisements, and anime characters. 

The previous reading was concerned with the urban organization/planning of Osaka and Kobe (shoutout Vishnu). As Professor Smith explained, Osaka was previously a major merchant city that heavily relied on movement and trading of goods, which fostered a more casual environment and societal structure. In class, we discussed how buildings are constantly being destroyed and taller, more modern buildings are constructed, leading to a constantly new skyline. It also contributes to a decrease in traditional buildings. This method contrasts that of Europe, in which many cities will purposefully place regulations to keep the traditional scenery of the city. Cities in Japan definitely display a greater mix of modern buildings with traditional buildings compared to cities in Europe that typically have separate zones for traditional building areas and modern building areas. 

[sincerelyandi-blog1]

For those who don’t know, “sylly week” is college lingo for “syllabus week,” or the first week back from any sort of break (this could be the beginning of the school year in August or the beginning of a new semester in January). The idea is that the first week is essentially a blow-off where everyone is allowed to be as crazy as possible before the semester really starts. Unfortunately, this perception of sylly week has kind of muddled its significance as one of the most important weeks of the semester, beyond, obviously, finals week. This is the week when you need to build up your studying and productivity habits, not down a kegger with Theta Apple Cider (save that for the weekend my dude). So, without further ado, here are my tips on how to master sylly week:

1.    Get a planner! And make sure it’s aesthetically pleasing to you (whether that means flowers or skulls and crossbones). It sounds shallow, but if you actually like your planner, then you will be more excited about using it! Also, make sure the planner you buy has everything you’re looking for. Some people like those planners with the days broken down by the hour or maybe you’re just looking for a place to jot down to-do lists. Once you figure it out, get the planner that best suits your needs.

2.    Use the planner! This is where a lot people (including myself last semester) start to trip up. You’re going to be getting a lot (can I make that stand out any more?) of info from your profs during the first week. If you’re a part of any clubs, then you’ll want to write down important meeting dates or due dates for membership fees. The mistake a lot of students make (again, including me) is insisting that they can remember everything. In fact, I always like to joke that if I can’t remember it, then it obviously wasn’t that important. But solid jokes aside, when in doubt, WRITE IT DOWN.

3.    Look at your planner! I swear this is the last planner-oriented tip, but it needs to be said!! A lot of students get halfway into the semester and then realize that they haven’t looked at their planner since the first few weeks. You can write in your planner and make cute little pictures and color code it, but if you don’t go back and look at it, then what good was all that?? Preferably, you should try to look at your planner every morning (so you have an idea what your day will look like), but figure out a plan that works best for you.

4.    Look at your syllabi! First of all, I’m not gonna lie and say I read the whole thing (because I definitely don’t), but I do take time to go through it and highlight/star the most relevant info. This could be extra credit opportunities, the attendance policy, major assignments, grading scale, etc. I especially try to look out for info that will be more relevant to me towards the end of the semester like if the prof will drop the lowest quiz/homework grade or if the final is cumulative.

5.    Make a class friend! Tbh, this has always been a hard task for me as an introvert, but I have found ways to make it a little easier. One method that works for me is just throwing myself into the situation before I can overthink it. A lot of times we get so into our heads and, in the process, we can either talk ourselves out of it or the moment to act passes. The whole point of this effort is to have someone you can depend on to answer questions, study with, etc. Also, be sure to get their phone number so you guys can easily reach each other!

So that’s all I got for y’all! Please tell me how it goes if you try any of my advice and know that these are only a few tips on how to make your sylly week count. Good luck and Godspeed, lovelies!

[srrybabe]

my classes start today aka rip im gonna die

[littlesyllable]

march 7, 2023

I know we all love an aesthetic desk/cafe photo; they are the epitome of hard work. however, I really just needed a cozy couch session this morning in order to push through my French homework. There was a death on campus this weekend and I'm incredibly drained.

image description: a cup of coffee leaning against a pillow on a couch, accompanied by a half completed French workbook page and a laptop set to Working Background Music on YouTube

[oh-obrien]

Inscrutable {2}

Inscrutable: Impossible to Understand or Interpret 

Part One 

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Original Female Character Word Count: 5,915 6,275 Warnings: None  Author’s Note: Really excited to share part two with everyone!!! Send me an ask or message me if you want to be tagged!

THIS PART OF INSCRUTABLE HAS BEEN UPDATED WITH MORE CONTENT AND HAS ALSO BEEN EDITED MORE THROUGHLY!

Leaning against a lamppost at the entranceway to the parking lot, Finley twirled the lanyard connected to her car keys around her middle and pointer fingers, waiting for Stiles to show up. He didn’t seem like the type of person to flake out on commitments, so Finley convinced herself that his class had just run a little but over time.

While she waited, Finley let the warmth from the metal lamppost soak into her skin, a comfortable warmth spreading over her body. She watched as the fabric of her lanyard twirled around her fingers, eventually reaching the end before she twirled it out again. After getting out of her final class of the day early, Finley texted Stiles that she would meet him near the parking lot behind her dorm building after she dropped her lacrosse bag off in her suite.

Her pent-up frustration from the first day of classes led Finley over to her car where pull out an extra lacrosse ball she knew she had kept in in it; just for these types of occasions. She was always able to pull an extra lacrosse ball out of somewhere if she needed to, and it currently seemed like a better idea than hitting herself with her keys over and over while she spun her lanyard. The metal has already managed to leave a few bruises that had she had healed over due to her supernatural healing, but she was not looking to prolong the experience. Bouncing the ball between her two hands, Finley sighed and pulled her Ray Bans up onto her head so she could see the pathway that led out of campus a little clearer. 

After a few more minutes of mindlessly bouncing the tie-dyed ball up and down she heard a voice call out her name. She caught the ball in her left hand and turned around to see Stiles walking down the path, his backpack still slung around his shoulders and his flannel in his hand. He looked like he had recently started trying to bulk up but wasn’t quite sure how to do it properly. I had been a phase Cian went through his freshman and sophomore year of high school; it took time to master. She knew Stiles would eventually be able to get a hang of it himself, but she would try and remember to ask Cian if he had any good human-based pointers for trying to bulk up later.

“Hey,” Finley replied as she pushed off the lamp post and walked towards Stiles. She pulled her sunglasses back down and held her lanyard between her teeth while she grabbed her phone out of the waistband of her shorts. 

“Why are we driving?” Stiles asked as they made their way through the parking lot towards where Finley’s Range Rover would be. 

Finley laughed as she grabbed her car key, the lanyard now dangling by her side. “Because I really didn’t feel like having a half an hour walk into D.C. today. How were your other classes?” She asked while she unlocked her car once they got closer. 

“Oh fine, pretty boring but I guess that’s how syllabus week goes,” he shrugged. “I’m sure you feel the same way about it though,” he shrugged while he hooked his free thumb under the strap of his backpack, just like he did in class earlier that morning. 

Finley nodded as she popped the trunk of her car, throwing her lacrosse ball into the back before closing it. “Yeah, sylly week sucks,” she replied before opening the back door, “you can put your bag in the back with mine if you want. It’s a short drive but better than holding it.” She watched Stiles set his bag next to hers before he rounded the car to the passenger side.

“Smells like new car,” he said as he closed the door, watching as Finley turned the key and he felt hot air blow out of the vents. He waved the air away and reached out to turn the vents away from himself before turning to put his seatbelt on.

Finley reached out to her dashboard and turned the airflow off completely, “sorry about that,” she apologized. “But yeah, it’s really not that new. I’ve had it for almost a year now it was a birthday gift from my dad. My twin brother got a Wrangler.” Stiles found himself wondering more about Finley’s family life, her dad was a prominent government figure, it must put pressure on his kids and spouse, but the family seemed plenty well off to afford nice things. The sleek, black Range Rover he was currently sat in seemed to be a newer model, going by the touch screen mounted at its front. “So,” she looked out the rear-view mirror while she backed out of the spot, “what are you feeling for lunch, there’s tons of places the meal plan covers.”

Stiles found himself without an answer, he didn’t know the area well, and he really wasn’t all that sure what he wanted to eat. “Uhh,” he trailed off when he felt his phone vibrate and looked down to see a message from Lydia, right they were supposed to Skype later. He had gotten so wrapped up in trying to find all of his classes for the first time that he hadn’t been able to answer her messages all day. “Sorry!” He told Finley. “I’m not sure what there really is to eat around here, so whatever you want.”

“You good over there?” Finley watched as Stiles typed at an alarmingly fast pace, his body reeking of anxiety again while he overdramatically flipped his phone over, so it faced down on his leg that started to bounce nervously. He let out a long breath and she felt some of the anxiety get released from his body, his scent mellowing out significantly. 

Stiles nodded, “girlfriend problems,” he mumbled. “It’s kind of too stressful to be dealing with a relationship right now, I feel very-” Finley heard him trail off, unsure of what the right word to use next would be.  

“Tied down?” Finley asked as she turned on to the main road, flicking the air conditioning on again as she did. “Must be hard being away from her, how long have you two been together?” Finley wasn’t sure why she had asked the question. She found Stiles attractive, but she would never want to get in the way of anyone’s relationship. Especially if Stiles and his girlfriend were trying to navigate being away from each other and their freshman year of college at the same time. 

Stiles started to anxiously drum his fingers on his thigh and Finley watched his motions out of the corner of her eye. He really never stopped moving, but maybe he had ADHD or something, she couldn’t judge. “A while, we just yeah, well a few months technically,” he tried off, “life gets complicated sometimes,” he finally spoke clearly. “Us getting together kind of feels like a blur if I’m being honest.” Finley would have to remember to store away that information to tell her dad later when she called him. 

“Not everyone is going to have a solid timeline,” Finley shrugged as she parallel parked on the street. “My brother and his girlfriend,” she scrunched up her nose and Stiles couldn’t help but watch. It had been kind of cute, as much as he shouldn’t be thinking that when he was supposed to be making plans to Skype his girlfriend later that night. “They’re sickening,” she sighed as she turned her car off, “they’re at Notre Dame together actually, she plays lacrosse, and he plays football.”

Stiles opened his door and slid out, which had been easy since he was closest to the curb. “Oh, must be nice to be so close,” he spoke once Finley joined him on the sidewalk. She had both of their backpacks in her hands and gave him his. “Thanks. Anyway, where were you thinking for food?” He asked her as they started walking up the crowded street. 

Getting to spend time in Washington D.C. for his FBI internship had provided Stiles with some time to explore the city, however, he only knew a very small area well enough to navigate his way around without a GPS or map. He had eaten at most of the same places for the time he had been there, and he really hadn’t gone past a two-block radius of his summer apartment. 

“Oh right,” Finley pulled her Ray Bans up, so that they rested on her head while they walked. “You like burgers?” She asked Stiles. He hadn’t felt that hungry in his last class but at the mention of a good burger he felt his stomach rumble. 

“A burger sounds good,” he nodded, his phone going off in his pocket like crazy. Lydia could wait until after lunch, he was still doing schoolwork technically. “So, you know this area pretty well then I’d assume?”. He wanted to make conversation outside of their project for class, he wanted to try and make new friends. He still loved Scott and the Pack of course, but he also knew he needed more than just his Beacon Hills friends to get through college and life after.

“I do, yeah,” Finley replied. She had been very focused on the sidewalk in front of her and hadn’t fully processed Stiles’ question for a few seconds, engrossed in her own world. “I grew up outside of D.C. in a really nice little suburb area, but I was always in my dad’s office or out causing trouble with Cian,” she replied. The twins were often known for causing trouble when they were younger, especially at CIA headquarters, everyone knew Maxwell Mannulv’s twins. She knew her dad hated having to raise two kids who also happened to be werewolves by himself for most of their lives, but they had turned out to be pretty good kids. In Finley’s opinion of course. 

She felt Stiles’ eyes on her and turned to face him, “Cian’s your brother?” He asked. 

“Yeah, my twin actually. Think of me but make it male and six foot four,” she laughed trying to easily describe her brother. They were almost splitting images of each other, auburn hair, freckles, bright blue eyes. If they had been the same gender, they most definitely would have been identical. Finley knew that she would be considered tall for a female by most at five feet nine inches; the males in her family, however, made her look short. “We were terrors when we were younger,” she smiled at the memories she had with her twin. They were mostly good memories, of course a few arguments and fights came into play, but they were nearly inseparable a majority of their lives. “Gave my dad a run for his money let me tell you, I mean my mom too, but my dad got us by himself when we were in prime asshole age.” 

Stiles listened carefully as she spoke, trying to soak up all the information he could about hers that she offered, “yeah my dad thought I was a terror also when he had me at prime asshole age. Well and the last few years too, me and my best friend gave him a run for his money. My best friend’s mom too.” His dad and Melissa were godsends for dealing with him and Scott for as long as they did. Especially after Scott had gotten bit and they didn’t know what had been going on yet. Another thought popped into Stiles’ mind, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask the question he wanted to or no.

“You look like you’re thinking really hard,” Finley spoke as she stopped outside the door of a restaurant. The door read ‘Good Stuff Eatery’ and it looked cozy and welcoming inside. “You look like you want to ask something,” she added as she held the door open for Stiles to walk inside.

He quickly thanked her as he walked in, not sure what to say next. “I do- I just, don’t want to offend you?” It came out as more of a question and he wanted to punch himself for being so awkward, he had been getting better with it before he got to college. However, in the week he had been at American it seemed like all his progress had gone out the window. 

Finley smiled as she slid into one side of a wooden booth, setting her bag down next to herself. “I’m sure you won’t offend me,” she looked at Stiles who tried to avoid eye contact, “that takes a lot. Trust me I grew up with a twin brother and all his friends and their crude humor.”

“I-” Stiles cut himself off again and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to gather his thoughts. “Did your parents get divorced and that’s why it’s just been you guys and your dad?” He asked slowly. He watched a new emotion flash across her face as she reached out for a menu but couldn’t read it when she handed him a menu with a shaky hand. Finley on the other hand could feel that Stiles started to feel slightly upset, but she couldn’t put her finger on what type of ‘upset’ he felt. 

Finley swallowed when she heard Stiles’ question, it didn’t offend her she got asked about her lack of a mom often throughout her childhood, but she didn’t talk about her mom all that often. Let alone to someone who was basically a stranger. She flipped open the menu, giving herself a moment to collect her thoughts when Stiles spoke again. “Umm, if it means anything,” he started before taking a shaky breath, “My mom umm, passed I guess is the right word, when I was ten.” She noticed that tears were forming in his eyes and reached out to rest her hand next to his but didn’t touch him. “She had umm, frontotemporal dementia.”

She felt her breath catch in her throat at his confession and knew if he had shared that information, she should also be able to share some information about her own mother’s passing. “Me and my brother were almost seven when our mom passed,” she sighed, “she worked in The World Trade Center, and yeah,” she pointed to the number ‘11’ on her sweatshirt’s arm, “September Eleventh,” she looked up to Stiles. “Now that the depressing stuff is out of the way,” she laughed, trying not to show that she was on the verge of tears. “Anything catching your eye?”

She watched as Stiles scanned over the menu, she already knew she would be getting her usual. “Uhm, damn that’s a long name,” Stiles laughed looking at the menu, “probably the Big Stuff Bacon Meltdown and fries.” Finley watched Stiles as he closed his menu and set it down on the table before she raised an eyebrow.

She had been eating at Good Stuff for years, she knew she had to talk him into getting a shake. “Okay good choice on the burger and fries,” she closed her own menu, “but you can’t come here and not get a shake,” she told him very matter-of-factly. “Like it’s basically a crime to not get one.” She watched as Stiles opened his menu again, looking for the milkshake section, reading over it quickly.

He set it down again before looking up to Finley, making eye contact with her for the first time. “Cookies and Cream?” He asked her. Finley nodded before standing up.

“I always get the coffee one, but my brother loves the cookies and cream shake,” she said as they walked to the front to order. “You can go first,” she nodded for Stiles to make his way to the register. After he ordered his things, and they slid his ID, Finley stepped up. “Can I please have a steakhouse burger, the village fries and a coffee milkshake,” she held her ID out for the man working to take. He grabbed it and slid it through the card reader before handing her a number. “Thanks,” Finley took her number and followed Stiles back to the table.

After they sat down Finley pulled her bag towards herself and pulled out her laptop while Stiles was clearly answering text messages. Finley was still able to pick up the fact that Stiles felt slightly upset and it hadn’t been her intention to upset him when she hesitated sharing information about her mom at first. “I’m sorry if I uhh, made you feel forced to share anything,” she said while she turned her laptop on. 

“You didn’t!” Stiles assured her while he pulled out his own laptop after setting his phone down. “I just feel like if I’m able to make someone more comfortable in their own shoes by sharing something why not help?” He rested his cheek on his palm while he waited for his computer to finish turning on. She felt any sadness left in his body fade away when he cracked a small smile, the anxiety also leaving Finley’s body.

Finley nodded as she typed her pin into her laptop to unlock it. “It’s been however many years now and it still stings,” she sighed, “like that day every year at my house it’s always silent, no one functions, no one really talks to each other. It’s going to be weird being away from home for the first time.”

She watched Stiles as he looked at her over his laptop, he nodded as he typed something before speaking. “It’s really just my dad at home now too, so I think I felt guilty leaving more than anything.” He shrugged while he started to tap his fingers on the table in front of him. “My best friend back home, Scott, I’m sure he’s keeping an eye on my dad for now though. We grew up more as brothers if I’m being honest.”

Finley almost had an audible reaction to Stiles mentioning Scott for the first time, and the fact that they were basically brothers growing up, he had to know about Scott’s supernatural side. “He must be pretty special,” Finley nodded while she chewed on her bottom lip, choosing her words carefully. “Having a tight knit friend group can feel pretty essential to like, surviving sometimes,” she laughed lightly trying to brush off her word choice as a joke. She hoped her play on words could worm even more information out of him.

“You could say that again,” Stiles Scoffed as he let out a long sigh. “Okay so he sent us that email like half an hour ago apparently,” Stiles looked up to Finley as his leg started bouncing under the table. “Sorry, I get a little- hyperactive after being stuck in classes all day with nothing else to do.” Finley just nodded absentmindedly as she opened the email herself, clicking on the attached word document and waiting for the file to download.

She saw the words ‘Introduction to Law: Case Study’ pop up on the screen and scrolled down past the cover page to read the case description. It fell silent between the pair while they both read the case information over. 

‘The case you will be examining is based on an unsolved series of serial murders that occurs over a span of about twenty years. The case will remain unnamed by myself and within your preliminary court documents, your first part of this assignment is deciphering what well known case this is based off.’ Finley nodded and knew that they would be able to figure out what case they would be examining easier, and faster, than most groups due to both of their experiences. Finley’s reading was interrupted when a middle-aged woman brought their food over. 

“Well hello Finley,” the woman spoke as she set down her usual order in front of her. “First couple weeks of eating college food already had you needing your fix in?” She asked leaning against the table next to Finley and Stiles. 

Finley smiled as she ate a fry, “you know me too well Maggie,” she told the woman. “I’ll definitely be coming around more often though. I eat at the gym usually and there’s only so many eggs and grilled chicken salads I can eat.” She swallowed what she had in her mouth. “Oh sorry! This is Stiles, he’s my partner for one of my classes, and friend.”

Finley watched as Maggie waved to Stiles who still had not touched his food. “You been here before?” Maggie asked him.

“No, no! I’m from California actually,” he trailed off at the end. His anxiety levels were starting to rise again, and Finley sighed while she heard Maggie hum.

“Well,” she patted him on the shoulder while she started to walk away. “You’re very lucky you have this one to show you the ropes out here.” She winked at Finley whose eyes widened and she choked on her shake. Maggie really did know her too well sometimes.

Finley grabbed her water bottle and took a long sip before turning back to Stiles. “Sorry, 6that has a lot of pepper on it,” she cleared her throat. “Maggie’s been here forever, she knows my brother and I quite well.” 

“That’s nice,” Stiles popped a fry in his mouth and Finley watched his eyes widen as he chewed it slowly. “Oh my god, these are amazing!” He said while he put another two into his mouth. Finley smirked while she took a bite of her burger, knowing she had made a good decision taking him here. She watched him pick up the burger and squish it down as much as he could before taking a bite. He set it down and gave Finley a thumbs up while he chewed. 

Finley turned back to the case description and started reading out loud. “It says here,” she swallowed her bite of burger. “That ‘the case revolves around a series of bodies found along the North Shore of Long Island, New York.’ I hope you know it is very obvious what case this is already.” Finley told Stiles who just looked up at her confused while he shoved a few more fries into his mouth. “Google the LISK,” she said.

“The what?” He mumbled through a mouth full of food, wiping his hands on one of the brown paper napkins that sat in the middle of the table.

Finley laughed lightly, “The LISK? The Long Island Serial Killer, only one of the most iconic unsolved serial killer cases.” She told him. When Stiles still didn’t know what she had been talking about she sighed, “fine,” she mumbled. “Maybe I know too much about this stuff but just trust me and google it!” 

“The way you were able to just know it was whoever this LISK is off the top of your head is slightly concerning,” Stiles tried to hide is smile behind his burger while he took another bite, the fingers on his free hand flying across his keyboard while he typed. “That and this is seriously amazing,” he told her. “And you can eat this whenever you want?”

Finley tried not to laugh while she took a sip of her milkshake, not wanting to choke on it, “to your first point,” she started. “I hyper fixated on serial killers for quite a few years, I’ve seen like any show out there about them I’m pretty sure. But me and my brother used to come here constantly, especially if we were visiting our dad at work,” she nodded. “I’ll show you other places too, we can like, try a new food place once a week if you want,” she shrugged. Stiles turned back to his laptop and clicked on something.

He shoved more fries into his mouth before starting to read with his food half chewed. “The Long Island Serial Killer,” he swallowed, “also referred to as LISK, the Gilgo Beach Killer or the Craigslist Ripper,” Stiles paused and made a face of disgust which made Finley laugh. “The Craigslist Ripper, that’s interesting,” he mumbled.  “Anyway, they’re an unidentified suspected serial killer who is believed to have murdered 10 to 16 people over a period of nearly 20 years, mostly women who were associated with being prostitutes, and left their bodies in areas on the South Shore of Long Island, New York.” 

“See,” Finley crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back into the booth, “I know my serial killers, he just flipped the shores for the project.” Stiles held his hands up. 

“I didn’t say you didn’t!” He spoke in a voice slightly higher than his normal one. “It’s honestly interesting and disturbing at the same time and I can’t talk because my bedroom had a crime board in it for years and it’s still up.” She watched his eyes widen and he started to stutter. “I-I my dad’s the sheriff, so I get uhm, interested in some of his cases.” He rushed out. 

Finley finished the last bite of her burger and nodded, “I mean, can be a valuable asset,” she shrugged, “it says here that we don’t yet know who the killer is, and it will be part of our grade to use the evidence provided and decide who we think the killer is. It will be part of our grade that we thoroughly attempt this, however, we won’t be penalized if we’re incorrect. A correct response through evaluation of evidence will result in a significant boost in our grade provided through extra credit,” she finished. 

“Oh, we so got this!” Stiles held his hand up for a high five and Finley returned it with a smile before she closed her laptop. “Okay, want to meet on Friday?” Stiles asked. “We can start looking at all the information, breaking it down. It’ll be fun!” Finley sighed; she knew she had made plans to go to a party with her teammates on Friday night. The men’s soccer team had invited them, and she wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to go to her first college party. She also realized that Stiles didn’t really have any friends yet on campus and missing one party probably wouldn’t kill her. 

“As long as we can order take out and do it in my suite,” she shrugged. “Because it is going to be dead by me most of Friday night,” Finley told him while she started to put her things away. She sighed as she noticed the time on her watch, she still had plenty of time until she had to be at lacrosse, but she still wanted a break, just for a day.

She felt Stiles’ eyes on her while he packed his own bag and looked over before raising an eyebrow. “You have a suite?” He asked her in slight disbelief. “A whole suite?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “And I have a single because my roommate decided not to come to school. It’s me and two other teammates in the other room. I made the two beds into a giant bed,” she laughed lightly as she watched Stiles’ jaw drop over dramatically. 

He glared at her before shaking his head. “I am jealous,” he spoke as he stood up, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. “I’m in an actual dorm, roommate, communal bathrooms and all!” He laughed while Finley finished gathering her things and stood up, waving to Maggie while Stiles held the door open for her. 

“I mean, sometimes it’s weird having my own room to myself but it’s also nice not having to worry about if I’m bothering someone or if they’re bothering me,” she shrugged while they walked down the street to her car. She looked over to see Stiles typing away on his phone, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth while he did, looking up every few seconds to make sure he didn’t trip. He obviously seemed very concerned with keeping his girlfriend happy and not going too long with leaving her messages unread. Finley had never understood the clingy girlfriend act, Cian and his girlfriend had been together since eighth grade, and they had never been weirdly clingy. Surely the full moon makes Cian a little extra possessive, but it never got the to the point of bothering anyone else in the house.

Stiles sighed and tucked his phone into his pocket once they had almost reached Finley’s Range Rover. “Sorry, Lydia is just, high maintenance sometimes,” he apologized. “I’m actually going to call her once I get back,” he opened the back-passenger door and put his backpack in, holding his hand out to take Finley’s also. She handed it to him and watched as he set it next to his own, making sure neither would be able to fall off the seat.

“Some girls are just like that,” Finley said once she had gotten into the driver’s seat. “And that’s where you decide if it’s worth it,” she drummed her fingers on the wheel to the ticking of her blinker while she waited for the street to clear enough for her to pull out. “I personally don’t get needing attention twenty-four hours a day seven days a week, but some people do.”

She felt Stiles’ gaze on her while she finally pulled out. “I- I love her,” he said, “I really do, I’ve had a crush on her since third grade and now I finally have her, but it just feels-”

“Not how you expected it to?” Finley finally looked over again to see him typing out another text message. 

Stiles finished his message before sighing, “Sorry that was Scott not her,” he laughed lightly. “But yeah, I just- I’m not feeling it like I should be anymore.” Finley wasn’t sure what she should say, or if she should say anything at all. Instead, she waited to see if Stiles planned on continuing his line of thought. “I’m actually going to call Scott too, and my dad, ask them about it,” he ran his hands through his hair.

Finley smelled the anxiety radiating off him again, but this time it smelled different than when he had been nervous earlier, it smelled a lot more potent, and she couldn’t place her finger on why. She opted to crack the windows and let some of the stress filled air out before she breathed through her nose again. “It’s better to have a conversation about it before you act on it,” she nodded. “Sit on it for a little while, talk to her about it too. Air out your feelings,” she mumbled the last part.  

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t be impulsive,” Stiles sighed as they pulled back into the parking lot. Finley pulled into the same parking spot as earlier and killed her engine. “Thanks for this afternoon,” he told her, opening the door, and hopping out. 

Finley took her bag from him and smiled, “no problem, I love D.C. I’m always down to show people around!” The pair started walking towards the school again. “I’ve been out to California a few times, it’s really nice.”

“Yeah, but thank you for not thinking I’m weird, or too weird just to entertain. I just- I needed to start making friends out here and I’m glad I sat next to you in class!” He rushed the words out, only stuttering a little bit this time.

Finley just nodded along as he spoke, knowing that she should just let him finish his thoughts and not interrupt. “I’m quite glad you did too,” she replied, “I have lacrosse in a little while, so I’ll catch you in class Wednesday?” She asked once they reached the entranceway of her suite building. 

“Yeah- yeah,” Stiles’ voice dropped slightly as he hooked his thumbs under the straps of his backpack yet again. Must be a nervous habit. “Totally,” he offered an awkward wave as she walked into the glass doors. 

Finley smiled after the doors closed and shook her head when she looked over her shoulder to see Stiles still outside. She playfully rolled her eyes before offering a wave over her shoulder. His eyes widened and he waved once more before turning around and leaving. 

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“No! You don’t get it!” Finley told her dad and brother through the computer screen, “he just, he smells so strong it isn’t natural!” She watched her father’s smile widen in amusement while Cian just rolled his eyes, thanking his girlfriend, Clara, as she handed him a water bottle. 

“Freak,” Cian mumbled under his breath, hoping that the seal cracking on the water bottle would cover his voice, but Finley still heard it.

“Dad!” Finley whined at her brother’s word choice, hoping their father would tell him to shut up like he would when they were younger. 

Maxwell rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked up, “Cian,” he sighed while his son just rolled his eyes. “Maybe you’re just hyper aware of what’s going on around you because it’s close to the full moon and it’s the first time you’re going to be away from home for it,” Maxwell spoke. 

“Or maybe,” Cian leaned closer to the camera, “he’s your mate.” He sing-songed.

“Dad!” Finley yelled louder this time. She had heard about the concept of mates before; her father had been the one to tell the twins about it after Cian had met Clara and felt ‘oddly connected’ to her. If it was any other child, one who wasn’t a supernatural creature, he would have passed it off as hormones, but the twins were different. 

Maxwell let out a long sigh before looking back at his kids, “Cian I’ll call you later, okay?” He asked the older of the two, “just, let me talk to your sister for now.” Cian didn’t have to be told twice and he stuck out his tongue at his sister before hanging up. “Now that I can actually talk to you.” Maxwell laughed while he settled more comfortably into his office chair. 

“He’s not my mate dad!” Finley rushed out. “And he has a girlfriend!” She watched her father’s gaze soften slightly and leaned back into her bed more. “He’s smart too dad! Scott McCall is his best friend. He has to know about what he is!” There was no doubt in Finley’s mind that Stiles knew about Scott and the happenings around Beacon Hills. 

Maxwell sifted through a few papers before pulling one out and holding it closer to his face so he could read it. “And his girlfriend’s a banshee,” he started chewing on the end of the pen he held in his right hand, it had been a habit Finley also managed to pick up over the years. “And his one ex-girlfriend is a werecoyote, and they’re pretty close with Derek Hale,” he looked up over his glasses. Finley looked at her dad, surprised. “So yeah,” Maxwell nodded, “he knows all about it, I’m sure.”

Finley rested her hands on her legs and cracked her back to try and avoid the awkward silence that fell between her and her father. “I-” Finley started, but wasn’t quite sure what to say. “All fair points,” she mumbled. 

“Look Finley,” Maxwell set down the paper and sighed, “he’s a valuable resource, but what we’re fighting now, he needs to stay out of it.” Maxwell’s voice stayed firm while he spoke to his daughter.

Finley shook her head and sat up straighter, “but dad,” she started. “If we could get help from Scott McCall, another Alpha, and his pack, we’d be able to beat them. No questions asked!” Finley watched Maxwell pull on the ends of his hair.

“McCall sided with hunters, Finley. Do you know how dangerous it is to trust hunters?” He breathed out opening the file he had on Scott McCall in front of him.

“Chris Argent is hardly a hunter anymore!” Finley shot back. “You know that! He’s possibly one of the biggest human allies the Supernatural has and- and you’re passing up the possibility of having a direct line of communication to him!” It wasn’t unusual for the pair to argue about things concerning how Maxwell dealt with the supernatural, especially when his children’s lives were considered on the line. “I’m not a little kid anymore dad and you hired me to be a consultant. I’m going to give my opinion on these kinds of things!” She let out a long sigh of annoyance.

Maxwell leaned in closer to the computer and clearly saw his daughter’s stress filled frown and the tension pulling in her jaw. “I’m sorry, Finley,” he mumbled. “I just think it’s best to leave this alone until you come into the office again.”

“Whatever else happens between now and then isn’t my fault. I might be in college and busy with that now, but this job is still my main priority,” she told her father. “And until you learn to drop the protective dad act and actually approve me to investigate the things I need to, anything that happens with my cases is your fault.” She leaned forward and grabbed her phone off her desk, checking the time. 

“Finley-” Maxwell started.

“It’s almost eleven dad and I need to be up early,” she offered him a lopsided smile. “I’ll text you in the morning.” With that she leaned forward and hung up on their call before flopping back on to her mattress. She had to figure out what else Stiles knew and if it required her breaking protocol, then so be it. 

[patchworkkat]

Who’s the Better Choice?

I saw this character questionnaire on Shaelin Writes and wanted to try it out. It’s a long post so I’ve put in a cut. If you want more info on any of these characters or stories feel free to send an ask! All the characters were chosen randomly and all titles are WIPs.

1. You only have one more spot on your Spelling B team, who would you pick to complete your team?

Zasha from The Fate of War or Gulrong from The Bone Dice

Now I’m not saying Gulrong isn’t the smartest mercenary you’ll ever meet, but Zasha has to memorize the exact placing of runes or have her spells backfire so I’m going with Zasha.

2. Both characters want to kill you, which one would you kill first so you have a better chance of surviving? 

Edmond from A Hero’s Tomb or Aven from Fate of War.

They’re both well-trained soldiers so I’m screwed. I’d have to go with Aven because he’s more ready for a fight than Edmond who’s kind of tired of everything.

3. You’re on the bachelor/bachelorette and you’re down to these two characters, which one are you going to give your rose too? 

Sybil from A Hero’s Tomb or Captain Reid from Crown of Stolen Stars

I love them both but I’d go with Sybil who’s not afraid of commitment. 

4. You’ve been chosen for the Hunger Games, who would most likely volunteer in your place? 

Zarsa from The Bone Dice or High Preist Farris from The Bone Dice.

Zarsa because she’s a sweet little cinnamon roll and Farris is a selfish dick. He’s be chumming it up in the capital.

5. You’re stranded on an island. Which character would you sacrifice to engage in cannibalism? 

Jack from Of Iron and Rain or Alexander from Goodbye Alexander

Alexander because Jack has been through he enough. Also, Alexander is new so I don’t love him as much yet.

6. You’re the next DC/Marvel superhero (with your own tv show of course), who is your sidekick?

Elizabeth from Of Iron and Rain or Garreth from A Crown of Stolen Stars

Both are very loyal characters. I love Elizabeth but Garreth is the perfect sidekick. I’d just have to see if he’d be willing to leave Reid’s side (he wouldn’t).

7. You’re a manager of an Avocado admiring company, who would you fire for lack of communication skills? 

Ilene from A Hero’s Tomb or Cassandre from A Hero’s Tomb

Ilene is notorious for doing whatever she wants while Cassandre goes with the flow more. I think Ilene would have to go.

8. You’ve just finished a book in which your favorite character dies, which character is most likely to comfort you? 

Syllis from The Bone Dice or Second from Birth Scar

Second would be more likely to be crying with me. Syllis would be the one to tell everyone to buck up.

9. Ugh, it’s high school. Who would most likely be part of the popular clique? 

Naomi from The Bone Dice or Naos from the Fate of War

Naomi is a necromancer so unless the popular clique is dead she doesn’t care. Naos, on the other hand, is very charismatic. He would be the most popular brat at school.

10. The day has arrived; you’re finally a year older! Who would have the nerve to forget your birthday? 

Vlassis from The Unkillable Darkness or Regina from A Crown of Stolen Stars

Regina is a planner so she’d never forget. Vlassis is an immortal incorporeal being who can not be bothered to remember the birthday of mere mortals. 

11. You’ve just found an upcoming booktube star? Who would most likely be? 

Anka from Unkillable Darkness or Jordan from The Bone Dice. 

Definitely Jordan. She’s a big nerd. Anka is too busy killing people. Also, her face changes too often for a stable channel.

12. Sleepover time! Unfortunately, you can only invite one person, who would you invite?

Captain West from Goodbye Alexander or  The Dice from The Bone Dice

Captain West because he’s pretty chill and the Dice are horrid monsters more interested in eating me.

13. Bam, you’re pregnant. Who’s the father/mother? 

Meridia from The Bone Dice or Harris from Unkillable Darkness

Harris because Meridia is too young for me. Harris would be a great dad if only he didn’t work so much.

14. You’ve just written a super important text. Who would ‘see’ it, but not reply? 

Royal from A Crown of Stolen Stars or Gemma from Birth Scar

Unless it’s about her, Gemma will ignore the text. Royal is pretty quick to reply (as long as it’s not his sister).

15. You’ve just woken up and it’s time for breakfast. Your mum’s been replaced by..who?!

Lacy from Of Iron and Rain or Dahliah from The Bone Dice.

Lacy is sweet but Dahliah wants to be a mom so bad. She’d be a great mom. Gulrong would come home confused about this new human but not ask questions.

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Five Minute Boom

Prompt:

“If we’re assigning blame then this is your fault for leaving me alone with explosives in the first place.”

Response:

"I don't like this."

"It'll take five minutes."

"Then I really don't like this," Sylvia insists again.

"Agree," Randy adds, jumping out of the rear of the convertible. "Lots c’n ‘appen in five minutes. This is Sylli we're talkin' about." He pauses, considering this as he pulls his hair, the color of red earth clay, into a loose ponytail. "I take i' back, this'll be great!"

"Not helping, Randy." Marni snaps. She reaches across Sylvia and pulls the passenger door handle, pushing the smaller girl's door open. "Sylvia, it should already be packed up and ready to go. Just tell them you're picking up the order under my name."

Sylvia ignores the open door, still studying her fingers. "Wouldn't Randy be better? I can run into the grocery store and get whatever it is we need," she pleads.

"'Cause Randy's also pickin' up booze and you wen' an' left your I.D. a' home, Firefly." Randy answers for himself, ignoring Sylvia's wince at the name. Marni shoots him a glare which he ignores, shoving his hand in front of her. "C'mon Mar. Gimme tha' list." She fights the urge to bite the hand as he waves it in front of her eyes and instead slams the yellow post it onto his chest. He grins, stuffs it into his back pocket, and takes off across the parking lot at a run -- all long legs and hair already escaping it's tie.

"Sylvia, you won't have to actually touch a thing. And you have to learn to manage this eventually." Sylvia is still looking at her orange-tipped fingers. Marni sighs. "Would you rather go put gas in the car?" she demands. With a huff, Sylvia gets out of the car.

Marni is screwing the gas lid back on, observing the reflection of sunlight on sea-blue fingertips, when the sky lights up in colors, followed by the unmistakable sound of fireworks.

She feels the tickle at her right ear of a speaking spell. “If we’re assigning blame then this is your fault for leaving me alone with explosives in the first place,” Sylvia’s voice hisses, “and you can explain to James why you sent me to get fireworks instead of groceries.”

At her left ear, Marni feels another tickle. “Canta even been five minutes!” Randy manages to cough out through his peals of laughter.

Personally, Marni thinks, if the newly entrusted firemage managed to set off the fireworks in that short a time, she doesn’t know if letting the girl near the alcohol section of the grocery store would have been any safer. At least this way Sylvia was already outside when her magic reacted.

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the squad as my twitter posts

fabion:

kivs:

nerida:

zam:

jai:

goggles:

lucia:

amar:

sylli:

bea:

finley:

az:

seb:

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:// Ayyy so like, I got a few announcements, and they’re a bit long so they will be under a read more. I highly suggest you to read this post this time!

 I decided to get the first one outta the way like a band aid because I’m still??? Nervous?? About it?? 

Anyway.. Although I am still GenderFluid, I’ve come to a deeper realization that.. I am transmale. I know it may seem fake with being trans AND genderfluid but, feelings are complicated yeah? And we’re ever changing beings who always evolve into something more, or stay the same. This, is how I am now, and I will no longer deny or repress it, no matter where it may lead later on in life.

I am still fine with feminine pronouns so long as it’s from mutual’s or close friends and family. I am also still fine with being called Syllie, as I still adore that name too. However, my now default new name and pronouns are: 

Beau (short for Beaufort)

HE/HIM. 

my mun face claims will be Markiplier and Marzia lol. 

So with this, I hope you all can accept me as still being my silly ole memetastic self though. I haven’t really changed much personality wise, so don’t be too concerned. 

On a lighter note, Kay of @noirrought / @techrought   and other great blogs and I have now officially begun to date! I will be making a little couple promo for her Shiro and my Tadashi soon as a little celebratory gift to her~ <3 

Glad to be back nerds!