#very happy with adairs in particular

[scorchedcandy]

Some OC hand studies for Samael, Adair, Raoul, and Mavus

Mavus has thin sort of nimble hands and they’re soft bc he takes care of them. Also there’s his homemade (rather than House made lol) Sign of Expulsion. More on that eventually. Adair also has thin hands (and thin everything else) with long fingers and knobby knuckles. Raoul has wide strong hands but can do delicate things like carving and playing his flute very well. The best way I can describe Samael’s hands are that they’d end up on some sort of thirsty aesthetic account where they post men’s hands with the like rings and veins and all that

[teabooksandsweets]

My rambling in the notes of a post by @itspileofgoodthings that is actually about Lord Peter Wimsey’s love for Harriet Vane and Wodehouse romances, made me think of Elizabeth Goudge and of Sally Adair’s and Mary O’Hara’s approaches to falling in love, and now I have to make a post with two scenes about which I have often wanted to write something, yet somehow never did.

Here’s Sally, seeing David for the first time, or rather, for the first time in person:

Sally stood very straight and still, looking at the face that she had felt she had always known when she had seen it in her father’s drawing. Only this face was not quite like the face of the drawing. That had been an unmasked face. This was the same face, but masked. She didn’t feel anything very particular; only rather odd and tired. She wondered vaguely if this was falling in love. They said in books that one felt so wonderful when one fell in love. She wasn’t feeling wonderful at all; just odd and a bit sick. Books were very misleading.

And also, immediately afterwards:

They went back to the smoke-filled room, and there was such a noise that they could say good-bye only wordlessly. David’s gesture of farewell, in the brief moment before the crowd absorbed him, was memorable for its grace, but so mechanical that Sally felt he had pushed her straight out of his mind and slammed the door. She went at once, and all the way home, though the sun was shining, she hugged herself in her fur coat because she still felt cold. She made no plans for seeing David Eliot again, though with such a famous father that would have been easy. She did not even mean to question her father about him, or about the portrait in the studio. Sally had too much pride to batter against a door that had been shut.

And here’s Mary, when she first meets Michael:

“Is she so extraordinary?” asked Mary.

“Very extraordinary. She gave me the job, though I had no reference, and when I told her I’d been in prison she never asked why.”

It seemed to Mary that the room was tipping over. The table in front of her seemed to be on a slant and she braced her shoulders. But the earthquake was in her own mind, where recent thoughts and phrases were falling headlong one over the other. . . . Human nature is fundamentally odd. Ruined, but so lovely. One is 10th to pass on. I always wanted to marry a hero, but I would give my life for one of the children. . . . The room steadied about her again and she found that he was helping her on with her coat. She had not looked at him. Why all this melodrama in her mind? No one was asking her to give her life. Nothing was required of her at present but common politeness and not to pass on. She turned round and smiled at him. “Are you in a hurry to get back to Josephine, or shall we walk as far as Farthing Reach, where the swans are? It’s up-river a little way. Not far.”

“Yes, I’d like that,” he said. 

And... these scenes mean so much to me. They are the subversion, and yet true essence of “love at first sight” and so pure, in the sense of... of clearness, so real and even raw.

Sally falls in love with David the moment she sees him, and she accepts it. Not happy, not sad, but also not doubting or analysing or hoping for anything in particular. She realises who he is, and that she loves him, and, assuming that nothing could happen of their love (which is, of course, not right, but that’s a matter for later in the story...) she accepts it. And this... this is so much different from the usual love at first sight. It is even rather unromantic, in the usual sense. It is so quiet, and yet also so blunt, so clear and accepting. Sally loves him, and though she doesn’t really like it, or want it, or build any hopes on it, she takes it as it is. David, of course, will later on work on loving her, and even more so on allowing himself her love, on being worthy of it.

And Mary? Mary is even more clear and blunt about it. Mary always wanted to marry a hero, she always expected a rather simple and pleasant romantic life. And when she met Michael, also falling in love quite immediately, and had her first shock at learning that he was in prison, her reaction was not “Oh no, this man I fell in love with was in prison, so now I will back away” but “Oh no, I wanted to marry a hero, but now I fell in love with a man who went to prison, so I will have to marry him”. And then, of course, she got back to the ground a little, wondering why she felt such a pressure, and she, like Sally, accepted that there was probably nothing even expected of her. But she loved him. And he, like David, made up his mind to be worthy of her love.

[kargothrps]

top five : characters you've written, characters you didn't write, videogames, old songs?

put “top 5” anything in my ask and i will answer ok go

i’m giving this the caveat of recently because oh boy am i an indecisive bean, and these are in no particular order! under the cut because this got lengthy.

CHARACTERS I’VE WRITTEN :

EDWARD: edie, my alien son. it was at once very strange and very fun to write a character who didn’t know how to connect on a human level, simply due to... not being human. i didn’t get to write him as often as i’d like to, given a lot of real life factors while retired was running, but i’m happy ( read: honestly kind of emo but satisfied ) with how his story turned out. the moment of bonding with dante after all those years? the confession to will that he’s been trying to be him for so long? the blue slushee left on eve’s doorstep before he left to go help somewhere else? i still think about all the little moments because they mean a lot to me.

CADELL: sometimes i like getting knee deep in lore and that was the case for cadell. i have loved the chronicles of prydain since i was a kid, so i this was true twice over. he fits into a mix of disney, alexander, and folklore canon and i had a lot of fun thinking about the implications of decaying magic on someone who was trying to live, as well as the relationship of power when tradition demands violent transitions. am i still mad about the fact that demilich means what it means when it should be called archlich? yes.

CHARLEY: charley is a character from a “ weird western ” dnd / written rpg hybrid i’m currently in ( it wasn’t intentionally so, but when you have a group of recent english major grads playing together sometimes the writing just... happens ). it’s set in a fantasy universe, with magic, but with the aesthetics of the old west, and charley is just.. honestly a gem. he’s a high wis / low int fighter who’s just trying his best to take care of his family, and is currently trying to deal with how he feels about discovering the fact that his sister is part of a notorious gang of bank robbers. 

ALIZEH: i’ve only just started playing alizeh, but i really love her? this is another instance of me really enjoying digging into the research part of writing a character i believe, as i enjoyed spending time trying to weave together her current story with the story of the god she is personifying. additionally though, i like trying to get insider her head as she, someone who’s always in control, watches as the world changes into something she was unprepared for. she’s going to have to adjust, but she’s so obsessed with her own narrative that i’m not sure she will. 

GREGOR: dr. adair really is a whole lot and i love him for it. i loved researching aliens and the related topics to play him, and i hope that he gets to a place where he’s more comfortable with himself soon.

CHARACTERS I DIDN’T WRITE :

KAEL’S ARTHUR: artie was fun, and sometimes that’s all a character really needs to be. however, kael did not stop there, because artie wasn’t just fun. it was very clear why artie was the way he was, and i just really appreciated that. pirates didn’t go as expected but artie was definetly a gem to come out of it.

KAY’S BETH: i wrote more with eve, but beth was so fascinating. the part that sticks with me is how you talked about what you expected beth to be, versus what she actually became, and i think she just felt very real because of it. 

ROZ’S TANGO: i don’t think i’d ever seen a character like tango in a group before, and i’m glad that roz was the one i saw do this. i think it would be incredibly easy to take this and turn it into a bit of a gimic but i... i just loved tango. the fact that i got emotionally attached is evidence enough, but i think the thought that clearly went into the character should be acknolwedged as well.

LILAH’S JACKIE: so jackie existed for all of two minutes anywhere except our discord server and i don’t care, i love this woman so much? that is all, thank you.

and the fifth spot goes to all the fantastic characters i’ve written with this year but that i lack the brain power to remember cause my memory is shit.

VIDEO GAMES :

i’m not much of a videogame person, honestly! i pretty much exclusively play STARDEW VALLEY currently and not much else. i waste too much time on those idle phone games too. 

OLD SONGS :

i wasn’t sure how we were qualifying old songs so i just did anything that was pre 2000!

THE PRETENDER by jackson browne

THE WANDERER by dion ( less for the song, but more for the fact that this past year i lived in an apartment with 7 people and one of the people there would always clean on saturday mornings and this song was on his playlist so i heard it a lot, and it’s like a nice memory of waking up to music playing, people being around, and the knowledge that we’d all be going to breakfast together soon. can you tell i miss social interaction? )

ANGEL FROM MONTGOMERY by bonnie raitt 

WATERLOO by abba

LAYLA by eric clapton ( specifically the mtv unplugged version )

[stellarune]

I wrote a thing

Ok so. I wrote this for a non existent fandom, so I’m posting it here. Since probably none of you know who these characters are, I’ll explain briefly.

This is in the book superpowereds by drew Hayes, which is basically my hero academia but with college students. The people here are :

Nick : grew up in Vegas, designated team tactician, really smart/manipulative, controls luck, Vince’s best friend

Vince : homeless kid, has a dad who he loves very much, absorbs any kind of energy and redirects it, nicks best friend

Alice : rich, likes makeup, warrior, daddy issues, floats and controls gravity Mary’s best friend

Mary : lives in the woods her whole life, telepath/telekinesist alices best friend, Hershel’s girlfriend

Hershel/Roy: two minds one body, hershel is a nerd, Roy is a fake cowboy fuqboi, Hershel turns into Roy after he drinks whisky , Roy is super strong. Mary’s boyfriend

Ok.

Title : 200 points

Tw : panic attack

General : angst and fluff, happy ending

Vince Reynolds was brave. He was also the most selfless person you could ever meet. He would never hesitate to put himself between danger and an innocent person, no matter the risk. There were even less things Vincewould not do for his loved ones. However, when it came to Nick, Vince was sort of a coward.

Nick Campbell was smart. there was no denying it. he was also extremely perceptive. sure mary was his friend, so she was biased. but if you asked anyone he ever met, they would all tell you.the same thiàg. he was so good some people believed him to be telepathic. however, when it came to vince, Nick was a dumb fool.

Mary could kind of understand the problem, but honestly it was a quick fix. Assuming they got over themselves obviously

knowing Nick, the obliviousness might even be intentional . either that, mary had become tremendously good at reading people, or she only knew because of her telepathy. seeing the looks alice gave them as they were cuddling on the couch, she highly doubted that.

as captivating s seeing these two making heart eyes at each other was, tonight was date night, and there was non way mary was making hershel wait. she looked at alice, and grinned. with a little luck, this would be interesting.

000

Neck knew trouble when he saw it, and right now trouble was taking Alice Adair’s form. Now, she would have seemed totally friendly to anyone, all big smile and long blond hair. But Nick had been living in melbrook for the past two years. This particular smile, he knew to avoid. It was the one Alice wore seconds before beating the shit out of someone.

Apparently, Nick wasn’t the only one smelling trouble, since Vince wriggled free of Nicks arms the moment Alice stood up. He planted a peck on Nicks cheek and got up. “Yup. Time for snacks.” Nick however, didn’t get the chance to run.

Alice sat down in the couch next to him, and started talking to him about a show she had started watching. This was definitely way too weird for Nicks likings.

When Vince returned five minutes later, Alice’s smile was back. So this wasn’t just a matter with Nick, Vince was [conserné] too. He opened a bag of Cheerios, and waited for doomsday to start.

Alice plunged her hand into the bag. “Sooooo… do you want to play a game ? Because there is no way I’m gonna watch a slasher movie again.”. She was smiling again.

000

This smelled so so bad. there was no way this could turn out fine. Not with that look in alices eyes. Apparently, Nick didn’t think so, since he agreed with Alice. However, he was no fool.

“What’s the bet ?”

Alices grin grew even larger, if that was possible. “The loser’s to tell the truth, the truth and nothin’ but the truth for a whole hour.” She swallowed her mouth full of chips. “And the winner gets to ask whatever questions they want.”

And just like that shit went down.

Turned out that the game in question was actually just dance. It turned out that Vince was absolutely awful at everything including following a rhythm. It also turned out that Nick was an amazing dancer.

He moved with the music, mirroring the guide without even really looking at it, moving with the music and actually looking like it didn’t take all of Vince’s hcp focus to be able to follow. Yeah, Nick was good. But Alice was better.

“Beat you !” This had been a close call, only 200 points between them, but Nick had lost anyways. Vince would have blamed it on luck, if this wasn’t the sixth time she beat him. It had only taken one experience for Vince to accept his loss, but Nick didn’t give up as easily. But 6 losses had been enough.

“Fine you win, whatever.” He crashed on the couch next to Vince. It wasn’t like he was actually tired, but he put on a show anyways. Nick threw his head back and closed his eyes. Which were actually visible. He had ditched the sunglasses earlier, now only wearing them outside of melbrook. Vince had mixed feelings on the question. One one hand, he kinda missed them. but on the other hand, now he could actually look into Nicks deep brown eyes.

Nick snapped his eyes open, staring at Vince. “You have gold in your eyes.” This was such a simple realization. Yet, somehow it changed everything. Nicks eyes still had gold in them, even when he wasn’t channeling luck.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Yeah ? They do ?” Vince heard Alice sNicker behind them, and she threw him a knowing look.

“Nevermind”. Socialize now, freak out after. Right now, he would just ignore everything and Nick beautiful eyes and Nicks arms around him and Nicks breath in his hair and-

Vince hoped Alice had forgotten the bet

000

Alice was thinking about the bet.

Actually, she was thinking about the exact way she had phrased it, andmentaly patted herself on the back for it. She was a genius.

Vince was a blushing mess. He looked like he was having a crisis, his head in Nicks lap, but still refusing to meet his eyes. This was way more than what Alice had expected, but she was not going to complain. The bet would settle everything, if it worked as she planned it. And it would. She grinned. “So. The bet. You’re both losers, pay up.”

“Wait what ? Losers ? Who said anything about both of us doing the thing ?” Nick asked. Alice started at him, preparing herself for a staring contest, but Nicks eyes wandered around for a bit before sighing. “Well played.”

Alice couldn’t help but smile at that. That really was one of her best ones. “I don’t actually have a lot of questions, since I know more or less everything about you two.” Vince and Nick exchanged looks. It wasn’t totally true, and all of them knew it, but it wasn’t important right now. “I do have one question though.” What was important right now was what she was going to ask. “How are you both so oblivious ?”

The boys looked at each other with a silent question mark.

She threw her hands in the air. “Seriously. I’m not that surprised about Vince, but what the hell Nick ?” Alice wasn’t angry per se, she just wanted what was best for her friends, and this had been going on for too long. “How much does it take for you two to realize you like each other ? It’s not that hard ! Hershel and Mary figured it out !” They probably needed privacy, so she stormed out of the room, only leaving the angry mask once she was on her bed. There, she started laughing.

000

What did she mean What did she mean what did she mean what did-

“Ok. There is a lot to unpack here.” Nick joked. He was trying to keep a cool facade on, even if Vince probably knew him too well to be fooled by it. Right now though, the boy seemed in shock as he stared at Nick, mouth slightly agape. “Look I-“

“Oh my god.”

“I know this is-“

“Oh my GOD. Nononononono ! This isn’t happening! No fucking way !”

Nick took a sharp breath in and muttered something that, to anyone else would be intelligible, but to Nick sounded a lot like “I’m gonna kill her” She just had to say it, uh ? She just had to ruin this for him ? For what ? Because she thought it was mutual ? Nick hadn’t even realized he had stood up in the middle of Vince’s rumbling. Alice was a fucking fool to think that good things could ever happen to Nicholas Campbell. Luck had never been on his side once in his life.

Vince had shut up in the mean time and now he was staring at Nick, who was giggling to himself. Luck was never on his side. It was kind of funny now that he thought about it. “Luck is never on my side uh ?” This definitely sounded a lot more hoarse than intended. He also had his hair in his face, which prompted Nick to raise a hand to his face, only to realize that he had been crying. Luck was never on his side. It was not so funny anymore. Why had he even started to hope anything good could happen to him ? O. Because a good thing had actually happened to him. Vince happened to him. All of melbrook too. And now that was gone gone. Vince was gone.

He couldn’t stand having Vince just right next to him, talking to him, if he believed that Vince’s lips were forming words behind the ringing in his hears, and still being gone. So he ran. Because Vince was gone.

Because Alice had to ask this stupid question. No. Because he had lost at this stupid game. It was all his fault. His own damn fault. Because he had been 200 points behind. And that had been enough. Enough to lose fucking everything.

None of this made sense. Why didn’t anything make sense ? Everything always did in Nicks head. Always had. The small part of his mind that managed to understand this also managed to register what was happening as a panic attack, even if he didn’t get that now.

Right now, Nick didn’t even actually register where he was. He didn’t register when he heard shouting from outside his room. He didn’t register when Mary a,d Hershel came back. He didn’t even register when he passed out.

000

That’s morning was tense to say the least. Nick, Vince and Alice had yet to say a word, and Mary’s meaningless attempts at conversation soon stopped. Hershel didn’t know what happened last night, but the atmosseemed to weight him. He soon left to go tak a jog around campus. The others were a mess. Alice hadn’t put on a single drop of makeup and Vince and Nick hadn’t even made eye contact. She had come in with Nick on the middle of a panic attack, so of course she knew what had happened last night. There was going to be a lot of communicating needed, and needed soon.

She sighed. First, the boys, then Alice. Then everything would eventually fall into place. “Alice, can I tak to you for a sec ?”

Alice shrugged and got out of her sit. Nick started to stand up, but Mary kept him in place. He shot her a death glare that would have made anyone shiver. Anyone but Mary. She and Alice left the room, Mary locking it behind her. That was done at least. Now they would have to wait and see how things turned out. In the mean time, she had a best friends to comfort, jusdging by the tears building up in alices eyes.

000

Vince felt sick. He had since last night. And right now, in the kitchen, next to his best friend (could he even call him that anymore ?) he wanted nothing but puke. He felt claustrophobic. Everything around him was too close too close. He stood up, put his head in the sink, and let it all out. He expected to feel better afterwards. But he didn’t. He just didn’t want to puke anymore. The worst part was that he expected Nick to help him through it, to pull his air back and rub circles in his back. But he hadn’t. And that hurt like a bitch.

All of that because of a stupid crush. He had lost Nick over a stupid crush. He wanted to cry. So he did. He just cried on the kitchen floor. It was his fault. So he apologized.“I’m sorry. I’m so so so sorry…” I’m sorry I like you like that. I’m sorry I couldn’t get over it before it was too late. I’m sorry.

He couldn’t get it out. But he needed to. So he took a deep breath and got up. He took a second breath and wiped the tears. He took a third breath and made eye contact with Nick. He took a fourth breath and thought about what he was going to say. He took a fifth breath and opened his mouth.

“I’m so sorry I like you.” This didn’t sound like Vince’s voice. In fact it wasn’t. Nick was gripping his chair so hard Vince was afraid it might actually break. Nicks knuckles were white because of the strength he was using right now. He had put his sunglasses on.

“What ?” Vince finally came to his senses. “What do you mean ?” He plopped down to the ground.

“I like you.” Nick said through gritted teeth. “Like-like you.”

“What ?” What ? What was happening? What ?

“What do you mean what ! What ? What !? Do you want me to spell it out ? Isn’t it enough that I lost my best friend” his voice cracked “because I’m fucking in love with you ? Do you want me to print it on my forehead ? ‘IM THE POOR GUY IN LOVE WITH HIS BEST FRIEND’ ?” at this point Nick had actually left indents on the chair, and there was no doubt that his eyes were closed tight under his sunglasses. “Please don’t hate me.”

As if Vince ever could. “You, you really like me ? You mean that ?” It’s not like he really had to ask. Nick wouldn’t have been like that if it wasn’t. But a small part of his brain still thought this was some kind of messed up dream.

He got up and took a step towards Nick.

000

Alice was a mess. She really really was. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear through a crack on the wall. The guilt was crushing her. Knowing that she caused her friends to be in so much pain was eating her alive. But she still came talk to Mary. Because she had no rights to feel that way. Alice had made her bed, now she was going to sleep in it.

But when Mary actually started painting her nails, she was starting suffocate. And Mary was there. She was there when Alice finally let it out. It felt good to have a shoulder to cry on.

She didn’t know how long she had been crying. Maybe a few minute, maybe a few hours. It didn’t matter. “I hate this.” She croaked. “I hate this so so much. And it’s all” my fault. The words weren’t said, but it didn’t take a telepath to guess.

“It’s gonna be fine you’ll see” Mary said as she stroked alices hair. It was going to be alright. “But you’re going to have to talk to them sweetie.”

Alice knew that. But not right now. Everything would fall in place eventually.

000

Nick was keeping his eyes shut, and there was like a ringing in his ears. That was probably why he gasped when he felt Vince’s fingers on his own. They were gently removing Nicks hands from the chair he was sitting on. Why was Vince doing that. It made no sense. But it felt nice. And Nick was a bastard, he had every rights to be selfish.

Then he opened his eyes. And Vince was smiling at him, for some reason. Now, had this been anyone but Vince, Nick would have recognized the signs, the blown pupils, the faster-than-average heart rate, everything. But when it came to Vince Reynolds, Nick was a dumb fool.

Nick removed his sunglasses.

“I-“ Vince started. “I love you too, you know ? You’re like, the most wonderful person I’ve ever met ? And I, I just was, you know, too scared to admit it. Even to myself. I guess I’m kinda a cowards when it comes to you uh ?” He let out a nervous laugh.

Nicks normally extremely fast brain took some time to register what Vince was saying. Apparently, impulse control was lost in the process, since he soon found himself kissing Vince. And it was the best day of his life.

Okay, there was a lot of teeth clanging and awkward nose poking, but it was still the best kiss Nick had ever had. And somehow he found himself lying on the floor next to Vince, laughing.

000

Mary returned to the kitchen after making sure they sorted it out. They were still on the floor, arguing about Nicks horror movies when she came in. They looked so happy. But Alice needed to sort everything out. So she cleared her throat.

“Alice wants to talk to you.” Mary said. She opened the door and Alice stepped in.

Mary quickly retreated to Hershel’s room, to give them some privacy. Herself could use some privacy with her boyfriend, she thought, as she started kissing him. It had been way too long.

“Star Trek movie night !” Hershel cried.

Yup. Long overdue.

000

When Alice walked in, Nick didn’t think much of it. He knew that he should probably be angry at her or something, but he just wasn’t. Didn’t mean he couldn’t use this at his advantage. He smirked.

“So. Alice Adair is finally returning.” He stood up.

“Listen, I’m so so so so-“ Nick placed a finger on her mouth. This was revenge.

“I know. But it’s gonna take more than an apology to make it up to me.” He was enjoying this far too much wasn’t he ?

Alice started rambling again about what she was willing to do to make it up to them, and how she should have never done it that way and-

“I have the perfect idea,”Nick cut her off. “I want you to support me next time I want to do a slasher movie marathon.” Alice burst out laughing. And just like that she knew she was forgiven. “Now Vince, what do you want out of this ?” Nick asked.

“Uh… I want you to ? Uh… ask your chef to make us food for an entire week ?” Alice shook his hand.

“You have a deal.”

Needless to say, the next few days, when they were not in the hcp, were spent with Nick and Vince being glued to each other (not that it was any different from before), and eating more food than at thanksgiving. Oh and also very bad horror movies.

This was originally supposed to be pure fluff about these two dorks finally getting together, but it sorta came out of hand. I guess I wasn’t done with the angst from two days ago, but at least no one died !

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White Holes [Cassian Andor] [6/10]

Warnings: Language Pairings: Cassian Andor/OC Summary: Captain Cassian Andor was an Officer of Rebel Intelligence for the Alliance. An emotionless tool. There was nothing more to his life than following orders and working for the Resistance. Hell! His only friend was an Imperial droid named K-2SO. So what happens when he is struck by a love at first sight and meets Dr. Lya Stryker? Will their story has a happy ending? (CassianxOC)

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

A whole new set of trainees were arriving at Yavin 4. Supporters of the Rebellion and the cause everyone had pledged their lives to. Cassian observed them. Most were children. Barely over the age of 14. Each one of them traveled from beyond the reals of the galaxy to provide their services to their cause against the Empire. Striving mechanics, soldiers, technicians, fighter pilots, and medics all crammed the main building of the headquarters. The base's commander greeted each one of them and dismissed them to a post. Today would be the day that Lux and Adair graduated from Dr. Stryker's training. They weren't quite ready to be professional medics yet; however, they had graduated from their mentorship. They would now serve to check up medics. They would assist doctor's and keep busy with clinic hours aiding those with malaise and minor injuries, then work their way up the ladder. "I'm proud of both you," Lya said looking at both of her apprentices her violet eyes reflected the pride she felt for them. "I am more than certain that both of you will be excellent medics, and don't be strangers. I'll still be around the base." She smiled at both of them. Both smiled back at her, the young couple held their hands with their fingers intercepted. Both were either very brave or very stupid to show their affections in public. The Doctor was so caught up in the moment that she failed to notice someone bump into her from behind almost making her fall over, "Excuse me," the voice retorted sarcastically. She merely glared at the man who walked away; there was plenty of space for him to walk around. That had been so unnecessary.

"I don't like that new doctor," said Adair, Who eyed the man suspiciously with his dark eyes. There was something- odd about him. "He's in charge of the clinic right? So we'll be seeing plenty of him," chimed Lux. "What's his name again?" "Dr. Aztin Cyder. He was transferred here from the base in D'Qar," Lya spoke not removing her eyes from the creature's back. He was a Khajiit from a distant galaxy. A brown, copper colored lynx with humanoid features. His eyes were the color of ambers, and every inch of his body was covered in thick fur, he even had a long tail which crept from under his lab robe. Feeling the glares from the other medic his long whiskers twitched and he turned to glare back. "Unfriendly creature.…"Adair muttered under his breath, "I hate cats." "Dr. Stryker," a young male Togruta approached the trio. Colorful tones of lime green marked his skin and his large montrals and head tails were white and a grayish shade of blue. His eyes were a matching shade of ocean blue. "You must be Seena N'Aviid, correct?" The doctor greeted the young man politely. Behind her stood another human young man. "And Forrest Ramsenn." "You're the new interns correct?" Dr. Adair Habibt acknowledged them. The medics all became acquainted with each other. Lux Nova and Adair had no problem filling them in with their new tasks and duties and showing them the strings around. "I'll be in my office getting some paperwork ready for you, come to meet me whenever you're done socializing. Doctors," She excused herself acknowledging the new position of her former apprentices.   "Dr. Stryker seems alright," Seena commented. "She's strict, very hard working, but she makes sure you learn. After all, we play one of the most important roles in the Rebel Alliance's task force." Their eyes trailed the Doctor, that's when they saw it. "Adair. Str-Andor interaction at 3 o'clock," she spoke in an excited tone. The interns all eyed the doctor confused as she crossed paths with the tall, dark man. Both of their expressions remained stoic. Their eyes didn't even meet. They continued their way as strangers. "Such a shame those two didn't work out," Lux sighed disappointedly. "I wonder what happened that night they both left together, he still seemed interested in her and well the Doctor, her behavior is very unpredictable." Adair pondered. Both of the interns had witnessed the beginning, and quick collapse of their mentor's relationship with Captain Andor and both were eager for something to blossom, however, to their disappointment their relationship instead wilted. XXXX Lya closed the door behind her and leaned against it. In her own blessed privacy, she pulled out the small note from her lab coat's pocket. 'That cat touches you again. He's going to make a nice fur rug.' She couldn't help but chuckle at Cassian's note. It was scribbled in his own messy handwriting. It was a simple gesture, regardless she treasured it. Both had decided to keep their relationship under the wraps. It was what was best for both. 

Besides, it was nobody's business. 

Cassian was a spy. Thankfully, discretion came easily to him. Lya on the other hand- she still had some work to do. He was so good at what he did she barely even noticed that he had snuck something into her pocket until later. 

It was only a while later that Dr. Stryker's newest apprentices joined her in the office. She spoke little with the two young men and got to know them some more. Seena seemed optimistic and eager to learn, he had a lot of energy and wanted to focus on treating burn victims. Forrest, on the other hand, was composed and analytical, his hazel eyes were sharp, and his interest lay in surgery. She could see that both had potential. With a quick nod and many forms and papers signed she dismissed them for the day. Lya stood up and evened out some papers against her desk when there was a knock on the door. 

"Yes?" She said automatically without lifting her gaze. "Doctor," a weak voice came in. "I'm afraid I've got a terrible illness." The door closed behind the individual. The Doctor raised her bored gaze to meet the Captain's jovial smirk. "If it isn't my favorite patient," she said with heavy sarcasm dripping from her voice. "As much as I enjoy your company, I've asked you not to come distract me at work," she said with a small frown. "You don't see me showing up at your work." "That's different," he said wondering around her wooden desk. "If you showed up at my work, you'd be dead." He reached for her hand. "Right, because the medical ward is so safe, right?" She pressed her index finger against a particular pressure point in his hand. "Ouuuch," he grumbled pulling his hand back. "Friendly reminder that I can take care of myself." She nodded with the slightest of smile and continued gathering her documents. "But troopers wear armors," he pointed out. He did have a point. He wrapped his arms around her and held her in place. "Cass- I have to go make my rounds. My new apprentices are waiting for me." She protested against his embrace. "Wait- you're not taking me seriously." He complained. "You didn't even ask me what I was sick with this time!" She rolled her eyes. She loved yet at the same time hated how damn clingy this man could be. "You're such a hypochondriac. What are you sick with now Cassian?" She turned to eye him an eyebrow cocked expectantly. "I'm lovesick." He said before planting a fat kiss on her nose. "I think I’m the one who is going to be sick," she laughed while cringing. Lya would never be able to understand where the root of his infatuation came from. "Doctor Stryker?" a third voice suddenly piped in. Lya could've sworn she jumped three feet in the air. Cassian, on the other hand, played it cool and nonchalant shoved his hands into his pockets. It was the new cat in town, Dr. Aztin Cyder. "Dr. Cyder!" The Doctor greeted. "H-How can I help you?" She asked nervously. Cassian eyed the man carefully. There was something odd about him, something unsettling. He wasn't sure if it was his fixed glare on Lya or the way his massive feline teeth glistened whenever he spoke. "I knocked, but you didn't answer-" He began. It was a lie, Cassian knew better. He debated if it was best to confront him about it or merely witness and analyze his faux charade. It was apparent he had witnessed the romantic interaction between the couple. "I wanted to discuss my clinic hours with you," He spoke in a serious tone, his voice also carried an accent a distant land. One in which he would pronounce his Ks hard and his Ss would drag, and all of his Rs just sounded odd. Just the way he said Dr. Stryker as "Dr. SsstRAaicKerR,"gave her the creeps. "Right," she pursed her lips and swallowed her breath. "I think you'll be alright," she nodded towards Cassian awkwardly and stretched out her hand for him to shake. His mistrusting eyes shifted between both Doctor's and with no choice he took her hand in his. "Thank you, Doctor," he said briefly. He walked out slowly, his eyes combing every inch of the Lynx man before them. Lya flashed him a pleading look as he left. Once outside Cassian closed the door behind him. A scowl was noticeable on his features. "You seem, distraught Captain," commented K-2SO. "There's something odd about that Khajiit," Cassian said as they walked out of the ward. He adjusted his leather jacket and scratched his beard bringing the note that Lya had handed him to his close eyesight. 'Come back to me.' It was a simple note; regardless it brought a smile to his face. "Perhaps you are jealous Captain?" K-2SO suggested. The Captain shook his head slightly. He would get to the bottom of this. Meanwhile back in her office, Lya dealt with Dr. Cyder. "Boyfriend?" The man asked as Cassian left the room. "What can I do for you Aztin?" she said with a polite smile ignoring the question. He didn't falter. "I want more hours in the emergency ward, as well as my own assistants." The man said in a demanding tone. Lya clapped her hands together and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sorry, but- I'm afraid there's not much I can do for you." "Back in Naboo I had eight apprentices and was the head of the surgical ward-" He raised his tone, which she interrupted. "Although your qualifications were outstanding, I hope you understand we can't do that just yet- to begin with we are short staffed and you've only been in the Yavin 4 base for a couple of weeks. Let's see how you do and then we can discuss it again, yes?" She spoke in a hurried tone as she once again gathered her notes, and charts amongst other documents. "Thank you for understanding," she opened the door for him. The lynx remained in his seat not even flinching. He didn't even bother in turning his head to acknowledge the Doctor. "That was Captain Cassian Andor, no?" He spoke in that eerie tone he had. Lya slowly retreated closing the door. "I can only assume, it could be… dangerous to be involved with an officer like that. With so many enemies, who knows what could happen if word got out." He carefully attempted to read her expression from the corner of his predatory vision, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of her small office.

  "Get out," Lya slammed the door of her office behind the man. A Cheshire cat grin played on his feline features. He had gotten what he wanted, almost. More hours in the ER and two new assistants.

"I'm glad, you're a reasoning woman," he said satisfied. Lya clenched her fist tightly at her sides as she fought the urge to sock him in the face. This would not end like this.

He wanted assistants? Then he would have assistants. He wanted an apprentice? Then he would have an apprentice and if he wanted an office- oh he would get his office. 

Lya didn't know what to do. It had been a little more than a week and Cassian hadn't returned from his mission. Then again, it was his fault this was all happening to begin with. She had assigned both Lux and Adair as his assistants. His apprentice would be Forrest since he was interested in surgery just like Dr. Aztin. "I want you to report everything to me," She had instructed her former students. Both nodded and discretely continued with their missions obediently. 

It had been weeks, and Cassian still hadn't returned from his mission. It was an unusually rainy night, and Lya was presently leaning on a mountain of pillows on one of the sofas of her small round living room. The sky thundered making the window tremble and rattle. The yellow light in the room coming from the corner lamp was dim, and she ran a hand over her loose shoulder length hair as her eyes narrowed at Lux's handwritten notes. The notes were observations of the new doctor in the office, Dr. Aztin Cyder. Everything was perfectly ordinary. He treated the interns firmly but with respect. He checked in on time and performed his rounds and hours to perfection. Regardless of this, there was still something about it that rubbed her wrong. "Dammit!" She slammed the stack of papers against her crossed knees and shook her head a frustrated exhale escaping her lips. Continuing with the reports she read over the new interns. Forrest was progressing at an average pace. He was always stoic and composed. Seena, on the other hand, was being educated on different types of tissue injuries and what the best prevention and medical care worked with each. He seemed to catch on quickly, way too fast. Perhaps this child was a prodigy in medical care? Lya saw much of herself in the young Togruta. Lya tapped the end of her pen against her chin in a serious matter. She momentarily became distracted by the rain desperately tapping on the window. Having come from a dry climate, she couldn't comprehend how it was possible for it to rain so much in this forest. Thunder rumbled above in the darkness of the jungle and lighting momentarily flashed through the window. SLAM! It was then that the heavy wooden door at the entrance came apart. A violent gust of wind tossed her notes into the air; the air chilled her skin. She looked at the dark shadow outline that stood in her doorway. Water spilled inside the warm home. Alert she braced herself digging her fingers into the arm of the sofa. Her jaw clenched, eyes wide, teeth grinding tightly as adrenaline pumped through her veins. Her heart stuck on her larynx. "A-Aztin..." She managed to speak. She was ready for the attack. Her closest weapon was the pen she was currently gripping in her clenched fist. From the darkness stumbled forward Cassian instead, K-2SO followed suit. He slammed the door shut behind him catching his breath. His body soaked from head to toe. Kaytoo's metal body was slick cold. "Cassian!" She jumped to her feet tossing her remaining notes aside. Dark circles hung heavily under his eyelids. His eyes had turned into slits and remained focused on her. "Dammit! You scared the hell out of me!" She screeched, her face twisted into an upset scowl. Regardless he approached her, he didn't waste a moment in engulfing her in his drenched arms. His lips thirsted for hers as they attacked her. 

"Get off me!" She allowed a sharp exhale as she pushed him away. He looked at her perplexed. "Stop." She held her breath, a stern warning in the back of her throat. Her heart was hammering in her throat. He looked at her still confused. She felt light-headed and leaned on the nearby kitchen counter. Her hand on her racing heart. "I-.…" She lowered her head slowly. Shame filling her. "I'm sorry." She sighed. "You just- you scared the crap out of me Cass."

She got a good look at him. At how drained and exhausted he really was and the way his shoulder's hunched over in defeat.

"Should we get going, Captain?" K-2SO suddenly piped. Without a second thought and with pursed lips he turned leaving the humble house. The Doctor felt the guilt weigh down on her shoulders.  "Cass-" She ran out of her house after him. She ran into the rainforest barefoot wearing a loose tank top and mid tight length cotton shorts. The rain consumed her. She could feel her wet hair sticking to her face. "Cassian!" She reached him and wrapped his arms around him, holding on to his blue parka. "Now you want me?" He removed her arms from his body. "I come, tired, drained, and the only thing I want is to see you and this happens-" he raised his tone. "Cassian- I was scared! What do you expect me to do when someone comes in barging in the middle of a storm?" The thunder resounded above them. They both stood in the rain. Kaytoo stood along with them. Besides the heavy pouring of the rain, there was not a single sound amongst them. "Let's-Let's just go inside." She asked in a kinder tone. Her eyebrows arched upwards in concern.

"Y-You're soaking wet," she said nervously as she wrapped her arms around her own cold body. He remained silent. "I'll make tea," she said quietly in an attempt to keep busy. "I will now be powering down Captain," K-2SO announced a sudden beeping sound he emitted allowed both humans to know he was out. Lya could feel Cassian shuffling around the apartment. The Captain unzipped his wet parka and laid it on a chair. Luckily he remained dry underneath.

"Make yourself at home," she said dryly as she walked past him handing him a cup with tea. He responded with an unfriendly look. She casually removed her shirt as she made way to her room, sipping some tea on the way. A couple of moments later she returned wearing another loose blouse and plopped down amongst the many pillows on the sofa. She pretended not to mind him. However, he remained where he stood. His eyes were fixated on a blank spot of the dull wall. Lya kept her eyes on some notes she had been formerly leafing through. In a couple of moments, she heard Cassian shuffling about. She didn’t raise her gaze. His socks standing before her suddenly filled her vision. Raising her head, her eyes traveled across his bruised naked torso. Patches of hair adorned the middle of his chest and trailed so the south of his navel. She looked at him sadly, sighing her fingers reached for his sides which she caressed lightly. "Does it hurt?" She asked after a moment leaning forward and brushing his hot skin with her tender lips. "I'm sorry," She whispered meeting his eyes. "It's just…- hard for me when you leave." Tightening her grip on his hips, she pulled him down to the sofa and embraced him as if it were the last time. Both embraced some moments later. His head on her chest as he existed in romantic gaze. He found comfort in her touch and held one of her hands against his heart. Cassian didn't say much about his mission, then again, that was highly confidential information. It's not as if he was allowed. Lya mindlessly read over her reports with her free hand. "I think there's a spy in the quarters," he said suddenly. "Hmm?" She asked half not listening. "I think we've been infiltrated." He said turning his head up to face her with a severe expression. Her eyebrows furrowed confused. Her mind wondered for a moment, and the sudden image of the new feline doctor filled her vision: Dr. Aztin Cyder. She slightly sat up. Cassian looked at her confused. If Cyder was a spy, there was no other reason why he would want control of the medical ward, and his own assistants to do his dirty work for him. "I think I know who the spy is…" She said when the realization hit her.

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10 Questions Tag

Catching up on some really really old tag games today. :) For this I was tagged by @lady-redshield-writes -  I'm not going to tag anyone in particular since this is an older one, so feel free to do this if you'd like.

1. What’s your MC’s favorite food? Adair's favorite is pies, any kind but blueberry especially. (Honestly, though, what isn’t his favorite food? The boy loves to eat.) Blythe likes oatmeal. Etri likes potatoes. Sol loves anything spicy. Dray has a preference for junk food, like sweets or fried foods and things like that.

2. What’s your ideal writing location? Either on the couch in my nice quiet apartment or at the park on a nice warm day. (Preferably early enough in the afternoon so not many people are there. I need quiet to write.)

3. What do you do when inspiration strikes in an inconvenient place? (Like the shower, in class, at work…) I've been trying to hunt down those tub crayons for WEEKS but no stores have them so I'll have to order it online. If I'm somewhere I have my phone, I'll jot it into the notes app, but otherwise I have to just hope I remember it. I'll repeat it back a few times and sometimes that helps, buy my memory is notoriously awful.

4. Which of your characters would you least want to meet? This is a hard question because I don't really write villains so there's no one I'd want to avoid for that reason. (I mean, I have characters in that kind of role, but they're not like "hurt everyone! Mwahaha" types of characters. I write fluffy, happy stories lol.) I'm sure Adair's ex-boyfriend Feren would get on my nerves *immediately* though, so I'll go with him.

5. Can your MC swim? I think the other characters assume Adair can't because he tends to avoid it and isn't in particularly good shape, but he does know how to. (He grew up near a lake.) He just doesn't like deep water much, probably because he's not a very strong swimmer.

6. Are there any characters you didn’t expect to like as much as you do now? Blythe! Oh my gosh, when I first started writing these characters she was so hard to write- I couldn't relate to her at all and I found her boring compared to the other four. Then I got to know her better and I think now I might find her the most interesting of the bunch. She’s got cool magic that she’s still experimenting with (which means I get to experiment with it) and her backstory and goals and everything are way more interesting than I originally thought.

7. What are your characters’ favorite musical genres? I'm not sure. I mean, Dray and Blythe are both dancers so I'm sure it would be something that would work for that, but otherwise I have no idea.

8. Do your characters have pets? Do you? Okay, so funny you should ask this. Adair has a long-haired cat he adopts early in book 1 who's incredibly curious, social, playful, and affectionate. About two years after creating this fictional cat, my husband and I got word that someone found a cat who needed to be adopted. We go and pick up the cat. It's the *same cat*. The only difference is mine is grey and Adair's is brown, mine's a boy and his is a girl, but they look the same otherwise (Maine Coon, but probably not purebred) and they have the same personality. Completely the same, down to the habit of trying to eat our paintbrushes. And my cat was two when we found him. I'm fully convinced I called my cat into being lol.

9. What’s one of your MC’s habits? I'm going to give a few because why the heck not lol. Adair touches things constantly (his parents must have had a grand old time keeping him from doing this as a kid lol), rambles when he's nervous, and talks/mutters in his sleep.

10. What’s your favorite kind of scene to write? Goofy ones! I love scenes that are fun and full of my dorks getting into mischief or firing quips back and forth. I'm also a sucker for fluffy scenes, whether that's romantic or friendship. I love seeing my characters interact affectionately with each other. :)

[winnievere]

__________________________guinevere drake montague.

age & birthday. eighteen, april 10.

sign. aries.

house & year. slytherin, seventh year.

blood status. halfblood.

character pronouns. she, her, they.

sexuality. pansexual.

siblings. none known.

other relations. samael montague - father, sabrina adair - birth mother, han montague nee willows - step father.

clubs. none.

favorite classes. care of magical creatures, transfigurations, ancient runes.

least favorite classes. muggle studies.

height. 5′7″

hair color. black.

eye color. green to teal.

hair style. messy and down unless she’s about to go to work. then she twirls it back with clips or sticks.

fashion style. winnie wears anything that interests her. she doesn’t care for particular fashion trends so much as whatever catches her fancy. she tends to lean towards jackets with lots of buttons and baubles, high neck sweaters, scarves of silk, and as much jewelry as she can wear. [ fashion moodboard ]

distinguishing features. winnie is tattooed all over. she is covered in scars. she lost her left arm and had it reattached, but the scar is significantly worse than others. she has a prosthetic right pinky. her eyes are known to be particularly striking.

______________________________wand.

9 3/4″ fir wood, dragon heartstring, unreliable.

Wands of this wood are called ‘the survivor’s wand’, because they are sold to wizards who subsequently pass through mortal peril unscathed. There is no doubt that this wood, coming as it does from the most resilient of trees, produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owners, and that they are poor tools in the hands of the changeable and indecisive. Fir wands are particularly suited to Transfiguration, and favour owners of focused, strong-minded and, occasionally, intimidating demeanour.

If your wand is dragon heartstring, this core as a rule produces ‘wands with the most power, and which are capable of the most flamboyant spells. Dragon wands tend to learn more quickly than other types. While they can change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bond strongly with the current owner. The dragon wand tends to be the easiest to turn to the Dark Arts, though it will not incline that way of its own accord. It is also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.’

______________________________pets.

She has a beloved pet dragon named Cracks.

______________________________amortentia.

TBA

______________________________boggart.

drowning.

______________________________patronus.

dragon.

one of the most powerful and formidable creatures of the magical world, dragons are ambitious and dominant. With the ability to breathe fire, they quickly assert themselves, garnering both fear and respect from those around them. they are unafraid to take risks and prefer to live by their own set of rules. they are quick to lead and do not back down from a challenge.

______________________________biography.

The Montague family were not a respectable pureblooded family by any stretch of the imagination, but they were technically a pureblooded family. Samael Montague had always felt like the kid from the wrong side of the tracks. An indiscriminate Gryffindor that was more content to look after himself than to worry about what his family name meant. It wasn’t long after he graduated from Hogwarts that he picked up a job in dragon keeping. The pay was good and most people didn’t have the stomach to do it. Samael was good at his new job. He swiftly learned how to care for dragons and train them for sport, entertainment, and educational purposes. He became known as the man you wanted on hand for dragons of any variety, and took up a traveling position with several companies. 

He was a man that did what he wanted, whenever he wanted. He knew how to have a laugh and live in the moment. In each town to which they traveled, he’d find a new love for the evening after the dragons had been fed, and he would disappear to the next venue in the morning. Every now and then he’d stay a few days or he’d look them back up if he came through again, but Samael knew nothing of attachment. These were ultimately fleeting encounters and they all knew it. That was even how it went with a curious muggleborn girl by the name of Sabrina Adair. Samael and his circus came through town for the week. He became enamoured by her bright eyes. Yet, he didn’t look back when it became time to move on. The difference came nearly a year later when the circus came back through the town. 

The math added up and the little baby’s face was all too familiar. Samael knew that this baby belonged to him, but none of that would have mattered, though. Samael wanted the child. So he took her. He obliviated Sabrina for good measure. He didn’t want to risk her trying to take the baby back or showing up unannounced in the future. It was just another unnecessary attachment. While he was woefully unprepared to raise a baby, Samael took her back to his caravan and dragons happily to begin the next great adventure. He raised her just as he would a dragon, too.

Guinevere Drake Montague did not have a traditional childhood. Winnie, as she is commonly known, traveled the circuits with her father. She could ride a dragon before she could even walk. Her father believed that she was capable and within her reason to do anything that she had the nerve to do. Winnie started working right alongside him as early as she could. There were never any rules, and Winnie certainly wouldn’t have abided by them if there were. She quite liked her father’s principles of: if you can, do; if you want, take; and if you can’t, learn. Why couldn’t she have everything she wanted? It taught her everything that she believed that she needed to know. Did it come with a few scars? Sure. 

There were plenty who had called her father a madman for what he let Winnie do, but they agreed so long as she came out alive on the other side, he was doing fine. Although, that was tested on more than one occasion. Winnie has spent more than her fair amount of time in St. Mungo’s. Her body is covered in scars proving that most of her ideas weren’t the wisest. A prosthetic pinky on her right hand was likely the most telling of this. It never phased young Winnie, though. She was happy to continue doing precisely as she liked and dared, taking anything she wanted, riding her dragons, laughing with her father until the end of her days. 

Then her letter came. Hogwarts. At first she had absolutely no desire to go. It felt like a cage. A big stone castle planted in the ground. There wouldn’t even be dragons. Winnie declined. Firmly. Her father, for once, didn’t listen. Winnie had no form of formal schooling before. He decided it would be good for her. Samael even promised that everything would go back to traveling and sport during holidays and vacation anyway. So she went. It wasn’t horrible. Winnie was sorted into Slytherin. It didn’t take her very long to realize that she didn’t really understand her classmates. Their motivations were all a mystery to her, but they were fascinating. 

Winnie was an inconsistent student. There was no discerning which subjects she was partial to. However, if anything niche took her interest, she became exceptional at it. The rest passed in general disinterest. Thus school went, and when she went home, she traveled with her father and the dragons. That is until very recently her father decided to fall in love and get married. Winnie didn’t understand. She liked her step-father well enough, but her father’s new husband wanted to settle down. His fear of the brewing war putting her desires at risk. Now, she’s keen to know how she can have everything she wants again.

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“I wish I could tell you that you’ll be loved, that you’ll be safe and cared for and protected. But this isn’t a time for lies.“

Eira watched from the porch silently as her nini stood in the backyard. When she first showed signs of her quirk, she expected her parents to be happy. Her dad was. At least, he tried to make it seem like he was. Everyone seemed a little on edge ever since she first learned of her quirk. 

It started in class. She was having fun with all the other kids. It was a normal day. 

How could it have gone so wrong?

“Hey Eira! Catch!”

A simple game of four-square. She missed the ball. It hit her on the head and she fell back. She cried, and felt her body go cold. Everyone backed away.

“That hurt!”

The shadows had covered her entirely. Everyone screamed. One of the other kids ran for the teacher. 

“That really hurt!”

Suddenly, she managed to stop crying. She didn’t know why. But she felt as though something had clicked. She looked up, watching as the shadows on her rose into the air. They swirled and spun, turning to a little dark cloud. 

One. Two. Three. Slowly snow began to fall on her. And all the sadness began to fade away. The rest of the students around looked at her and got closer out of curiosity. The shadows within them slid toward her and added to the cloud, covering the entire playground in a light flurry. Eira knew it had to be her quirk.

Snow didn’t happen in early June on Elspie.

The teacher came out. She was taken to the office. Nini and daddy came as soon as they could. 

Nini was in tears. 

They took her home. She was made her favorites; chicken nuggets with tater tots and mac-n-cheese with a tall glass of juice and a side of fruit salad. Daddy was on the phone with her uncles. Nini was pacing while looking calling other schools. 

Why other schools? Did something happen? She didn’t understand. 

She was sent to bed not long after dinner was done. She stayed near her bedroom door, reading her favorite book, while trying to listen in on what her parents were saying. Nini kept bursting into tears. Papa tried to be reassuring. It was all mumbles really. Even Meatloaf, who was normally so gentle, was agitated by the state of things. 

The next day, she woke up to be told she couldn’t go to that particular school anymore. That she’d be home schooled until they found one that would be willing to educate her. If they couldn’t, she’d move in with grandpa just so she could go to school. Her parents would have to stay though, because of their Heroic Duty. 

Nini wasn’t crying anymore. But they were very quiet. 

They couldn’t even look her in the eyes. 

“Eira darling?”

Eira looked up, tilting her head slightly. “Yes Nini?”

“Come with me. We’re going for a walk.”

Eira nodded and walked over to them, reaching for their hand. A bit of her anxiety melted away as they grasped her hand, giving it a loving squeeze.

They walked along the road, passing by many of the townsfolk. Many were smiling and waving as they passed, but several winced and turned away. Some parents with children took their kids and left, sending a sneer at Eira. 

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked quietly.

“Of course not,” Luci told her. “You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

“Then how come so many people don’t like me anymore? And how come you’re crying so much? Was this because I’m a late bloomer? I know most kids get their quirks about four years but just because I’m seven now doesn’t mean-”

“This isn’t about you being a late bloomer either, Eira.”

“Then how come?” She looked up at them. “Why is everyone treating me different?”

“I’ll explain but...not here. Okay? I want to show you something.”

Without another word, Luci continued on, leading Eira out towards the picnic cliffs. The sun was slowly setting over the sea, bathing the land and water in a sweet honey glow. There, Eira let go of her Nini’s hand, staring out beyond the water. 

“What’s your name?” Luci asked.

Eira looked at them, completely surprised. “My name?”

“Yes. What is it? Say it like we taught you.”

“My name is Eira Lucina Mignonette Isleen Gladstone-Adaire. I’m the daughter of the heroes Amaryllis and Renegade. Granddaughter of King Davis Sidero and Lady Isleen Grímsdóttir. I am a princess. I am a human being. And most importantly, I am loved.”

“That’s right,” Luci whimpered, their eyes beginning to tear up again. “That’s who you are.”

Eira’s brows pinched. “...why did you ask me to say my name?”

They sighed, looking up at the clouds. “You have a very similar quirk to me and Auntie Tanith. You get it from both sides. My father has it. His father had it. His mother. And so forth, a long way back. And this quirk...not many people like it. They don’t understand it. They’re scared of it. Because we are able to take the darkest of human emotions and transform them into something beautiful.”

“But...if we can do that...why do they hate it?” Eira shook her head. “It’s just a power like any other power.”

“Not exactly. Some are more visual, some are more physical. Yours looks like it could be emotional. And many people with similar Darkness Absorption quirks have had troubles controlling them in the past. So people are scared.”

Things began to piece together. “Is this why I’m not allowed in school anymore?”

Luci nodded. “I’m afraid so...I’m so sorry, Eira.”

“I wish I could tell you that you’ll be loved, that you’ll be safe and cared for and protected by everyone in this world. But this isn’t a time for lies. There will be people who see you as only your power. They’ll call you horrible things. They’ll be bitter and angry and afraid and keep an eye on you out of defense. But only because they don’t understand that it’s just another facet of you.“

“Even my aunties and uncles?” Eira asked softly. “Even my cousins? Even...you and daddy?”

Luci smiled and knelt down, hugging her as tightly as they could. “We loved you before you were born. We knew that when you were born there was a high chance you’d have a quirk like mine and Auntie Tanith. But before we even held you in our arms, we promised that no matter the outcome, you will be loved by us unconditionally. You’ll be safe and cared for and protected by us. The rest of the world will fall short. But your family knew what your power might entail. We knew before you came, and we loved you before you came. And we’ll always love you now.”

Eira hugged them tightly. “I’ll love you too. Forever and evers.” She bit back the tears. “They can’t see how good I am...But I can make them see it, can’t I?”

“You can. It’ll be hard, but i know you can do it.”

Eira smiled. “Since when has that stopped our family?”

Luci laughed, lifting her up onto their shoulders and looking out toward the horizon. “You’ll make the world a better place, my dear. You’ll become a hero for people like us. No matter what path you choose. You’re now, and forever, my little hero.”

Eira smiled, looking out at the golden sea. 

She hoped to make the world as golden as her nini’s heart.

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REALLY  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY. RULES.  repost ,   don’t  reblog  !    tag  10  !    good  luck  ! TAGGED.  i stole it TAGGING. anyone can do this tbh. i’m still a meek newbie

BASICS.

FULL  NAME : Eibhlhin “Amber” Terra NICKNAME : Amber AGE :  Unknown (presumed 18-23) BIRTHDAY :  14th April ETHNIC  GROUP :  Celt NATIONALITY :  Unknown nationality LANGUAGE / S : Irish Gaelic, Fiorian SEXUAL  ORIENTATION : Bisexual ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION : Biromantic RELATIONSHIP  STATUS : Single and alone HOME  TOWN / AREA :  Unknown CURRENT  HOME : Nowhere - nomadic PROFESSION : Wizard (though, she hardly qualifies)

PHYSICAL.

SKIN : Rather pale in skin tone. EYES: Bright green. One could compare it to an emerald, especially since her eyes also have small little flaws in them. They tend to stand out in contrast to her hair. FACE : Curved face shape, lips almost always down-turned and in a sort of pout, narrowed eyes and eyebrows almost always furrowed. Resting bitch face. LIPS : Pouty and a bit chaffed. The scars on her lip don’t help much. COMPLEXION : Freckles everywhere but her face. How this happened, she doesn’t know. BLEMISHES : Besides the freckles, none. SCARS : Scar on her left eye, right cheek, and small assorted scars on her body. Nothing too major, and most very faded. TATTOOS : Large Celtic armband tattoo on her upper right arm. Small deer tattoo on her ankle. A triskele tattoo on her left shoulder blade. HEIGHT :  5′8″ WEIGHT :  Approx. 70 kg. BUILD :  Lean with some muscle. FEATURES : ?? ALLERGIES : Fish. USUAL  HAIR  STYLE : Bright red hair, usually tied back in a ponytail or in a bun. USUAL  FACE  LOOK : Resting Bitch Face Syndrome(tm). Doesn’t mean to look intimidating she’s really a happy idiot USUAL  CLOTHING : Tends to switch it up a LOT. Normally seen wearing baggy pants, a breastplate and sandals. If she’s not wearing that, she’s wearing a militaristic uniform of sorts. Or she’d just be wearing a hoodie and jeans.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Failure, intimacy, the unknown, being forgotten. ASPIRATION / S : to finally find a place where she can now fit in. POSITIVE  TRAITS :  loyal, brave, caring, easygoing, good sense of humor. NEGATIVE  TRAITS : stubborn, aggressive, impulsive, irresponsible, sarcastic. MBTI : COMMANDER (ENTJ). ZODIAC : Aries. TEMPEREMENT : Choleric. SOUL  TYPE / S : Hunter, Leader. ANIMALS :  Badger. (she could not be more upset) VICE  HABIT / S :  Aggressive, doubtful. FAITH : Only believes in her gods and goddesses, but doesn’t press it on anyone else. GHOSTS ? :  Sort of. AFTERLIFE ? :  Yes. REINCARNATION ? : Uncertain. ALIENS ? : No. POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT : Doesn’t care. EDUCATION  LEVEL :  Before awakening, limited. After a while, however, she knew more than ever. Can effectively read and write.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Adair. Red hair, blue eyes. He was the reason she was still alive and able to avoid the worst of sicknesses. Very fond of her father, but he has long since passed. She only hopes he died in battle. MOTHER : Cinnia. Red hair, green eyes. The lullabies she used to sing are the only thing that’s keeping Amber motivated to go on. The last thing she wanted for her mother was that she was taken and tortured to death. SIBLINGS : None. Would’ve had an older brother, but he died when he was hardly a month old. EXTENDED  FAMILY : She doesn’t remember, and it doesn’t matter. All are deceased. NAME  MEANING / S : Amber is reminiscent of the translucent fossilized resin, but her true name - Eibhlhin - means “enchanting, beauty, light”. Terra simply means “earth”, a last name she chose in recognition of her connection to nature. HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? : She’s technically a Celt, but otherwise her line is long gone.

FAVORITES.

BOOK : She hasn’t decided. MOVIE :  She hasn’t decided. 5  SONGS :  Sentient, Nothing Else Matters, Jingle Jangle Jingle, Song of the Lonely Mountain, No Light No Light. DEITY :  Flidais (this is obviously very biased). HOLIDAY : New Years. MONTH : December SEASON : Autumn. PLACE : In the forest. WEATHER : Cool. SOUND : Leaves rustling, birds singing, rainfall, fire crackling, cute animal noises, thunder. SCENT / S : Petrichor (the smell of rain), mint leaves, certain incense. TASTE / S :  Doesn’t really mind any. FEEL / S :  Silk, sharpened steel, leather. ANIMAL / S : Any and all animals. NUMBER :  Seven, thirteen, twenty-five. COLORS : Red, green, blue.

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Fighting, swordsmanship, animal taming (well, not so much taming but just talking to them), drawing, making tapestry, singing (sort of). BAD  AT : Controlling her temper, dancing, long-range combat, expressing her feelings well, keeping her shit together when drunk. TURN  ONS :  Males - healthy build, good sense of humor, good sparring partner, someone that isn’t bothered by her antics. Females - the same thing basically. TURN  OFFS : Not healthy, easily irritated by everything. Not much else. HOBBIES : Drawing, for the most part. Tapestry is also linked to this. TROPES :  “action girl”, "badass princess”, “the drifter”. QUOTES : "in the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take”, “i hate goodbyes”, “i stared into the face of death and death blinked first. you’d think that would make me feel brave and invincible. it didn’t”.

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their  own  movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be  filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?           A1 :   oh boy i don’t think i should dedicate a movie to my oc. that’s like.... yeano i’m good. Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?           A2 :   mostly badass battle themes, with the occasional quiet celtic styled music. maybe once in a while, something soft and sort of like... idk where i’m going with this. Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?           A3 :   because i felt a mighty need in writing her? mostly because of my friend. Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?           A4 :  well you see, the reason i even made amber is because of fairy tail. and the only reason i chose to make her a celtic woman was because of what i’m learning in ancient history. Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.           A5 :   she could like............. not be angry. Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?           A6 :   we hate ourselves and feel disconnected from every and any group. Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?           A7 :   she’s somewhat okay with me. calls me a sap, though. Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?         A8 :   not sure yet. need...... to actually have interactions first. Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?         A9 :  tbh nothing in particular does. i tend to think “oh yeah i could totally write amber today” and just go with that. Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?           A10 :   too long. a few hours honestly.

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Ann Coulter on the Thomas Jefferson Slander and Dennis Prager America: The Greatest Nation on Earth and A Fine Time to Become an American.

Ann Coulter Interview and Article on the Thomas Jefferson Slander and Dennis Prager America: The Greatest Nation on Earth and A Fine Time to Become an American.

PragerU- America: The Greatest Nation on Earth

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Ann Coulter Interview and Article on the Thomas Jefferson Slander

  Dennis Prager.  America: The Greatest Nation on Earth.

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Happy 4th of July! This week’s Fireside Chat is all about America. The left wants to push the narrative that America is a racist nation, but the question is raised: If that is true, then why the need to make up racist hoaxes? Dennis also discusses Antifa and the lack of meaning in their lives. • Dennis’s Love For America, Article Referenced: https://www.dennisprager.com/when-i-f... • America’s “Racist” Hoaxes • Most Violent Crimes Are By Single Men • Conservative Motto: Leave Us Alone • Telling Children About Trans Family • This Week’s Five-Minute Video Referenced: https://www.prageru.com/video/a-fine-... 0:00 This Is Really Dennis’s Home 1:21 Do You Like Your Space? 3:06 Dennis’s Pride In Otto 3:39 Happy 4th Of July! 5:30 Dennis’s Love For America 6:07 When Dennis Joined The Rotary Club 8:27 Honor People, Not Race 9:56 Amercia’s “Racist” Hoaxes 11:52 Jews Didn’t Need To Make Up Hoaxes 13:30 Most Violent Crimes Are By Single Men 15:44 When Bad Is Called Good 16:14 The Sounds Of Otto 17:00 Ignorance Is Calling America Bad 18:44 Conservative Motto: Leave Us Alone 20:17 America Has Racism, But Is Not Racist 23:12 Sharing Politics With Leftist Friends 26:47 Telling Children About Trans Family 30:00 Doctor Who Pioneered Trans Surgery 31:01 Transition Surgery Regret 32:35 Name-Calling Isn’t Addressing Issues 33:00 Don’t Forget Weekly PragerU Videos

      A Fine Time to Become an American.

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Published on Jul 1, 2019

Renowned Oxford-trained historian Niall Ferguson recounts his recent experience of becoming an American citizen. His unique impressions are both moving and surprising — even to him.

Script: I picked a fine time to become an American. It was a grey, overcast morning in Oakland, California. I was one of 1,094 people of every color and creed, from 85 nations, beginning with Afghanistan and ending with Yemen. We had gathered, anxiously clutching the requisite documents, outside the rather antique Paramount cinema. I wasn’t the only new citizen of European origin, but we were a distinct minority. Rather to my surprise, the Chinese were the most numerous group, accounting for close to a fifth of the new Americans. (How many Americans became Chinese citizens that week?) Next were the Mexicans (more than 150 of them), then the Filipinos, closely followed by the Indians. Yet it was the sheer range of countries represented that was most marvelous. The young man to my right, immaculately dressed in white, was from Eritrea. He had studied computer science in Wales and had initially come to California to work for NASA. I approach any encounter with US bureaucracy weighed down by dread. So I wondered, would this be like the Department of Motor Vehicles, famed for its Soviet-style antagonism to the public? Or would it be more like the implacable, pitiless Internal Revenue Service? In fact, the officials of the US Citizenship and Immigration Services could hardly have been more affable. The master of ceremonies was a genial, balding, bespectacled chap who won his audience over with a virtuoso display of multilingualism, chatting to us in what sounded like pretty fluent Spanish, Chinese, French, Hindi and Tagalog. Yet this was very far from a multicultural occasion. Quite the reverse. To get us in the mood for our impending Americanization, a choir sang a patriotic medley, including a rather baroque setting of the preamble to the constitution, Yankee Doodle, and Woody Guthrie’s This Land Is Your Land. Well, that did it! The way that song conjures up vast American landscapes (“From the redwood forest / To the Gulf Stream waters”) always gets me by the throat because, glimpsed in films, such vistas were what first drew me to the United States. Then came the information about our rights and obligations—specifically, our right to vote, our option to obtain a passport and our inextricable link to the Social Security system. (Nothing— rather disappointingly—about the right to bear arms. And not a word about the spiraling federal debt we were all now on the hook for.) For the complete script, visit https://www.prageru.com/video/a-fine-...

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    Ann Coulter on The Larry O'Connor Show July 5th

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Published on Jul 5, 2019

    Ann Coulter Article on the Thomas Jefferson Slander.  

WAS THOMAS JEFFERSON ON THE DUKE LACROSSE TEAM? By Ann Coulter.

July 3, 2019

While tearing down everything that’s great about our country, the left has always permitted us to celebrate patriotic holidays.  But this year, on the week that we commemorate the unveiling of the Declaration of Independence, Nike yanked a Betsy Ross tribute sneaker off the market because the American flag didn’t sit well with Colin Kaepernick.  Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, D-N.Y., is telling wild, provable lies about America’s border agents.  This Fourth of July, let’s look at the tactics used by the left to blacken the reputations of American heroes. To wit, the lie that the principal author of the declaration, Thomas Jefferson, fathered a child with his slave, Sally Hemings.  The charge was first leveled in 1802 by a muckraking, racist, alcoholic journalist, James Callender, who had served prison time for his particular brand of journalism. He had tried to blackmail Jefferson into appointing him postmaster at Richmond. When that failed, Callender retaliated by publicly accusing Jefferson of fathering the first-born son of Sally Hemings -- or, as the charming Callender described her, “a slut as common as the pavement.”  No serious historian ever believed Callender’s defamation -- not Dumas Malone, Merrill Peterson, Douglass Adair or John Chester Miller. Not one. Their reasoning was that there was absolutely no evidence to support the theory and plenty to contradict it.  The Jefferson-Hemings myth  was revived by feminists trying to elevate the role of women in history. Modern pedagogy requires that no period of our past be taught without turning it into a lecture on racism, sexism or homophobia.

Fawn M. Brodie got the ball rolling with her 1974 book, "Thomas Jefferson: An Intimate History," which used Freudian analysis to prove Jefferson kept Hemings as his concubine and fathered all six of her children.  Brodie’s book was followed by Barbara Chase-Riboud’s 1979 novel "Sally Hemings," a work that imagines Hemings’ interior life. When CBS announced plans to make a miniseries out of the novel, Jefferson scholars exploded, denouncing the project as a preposterous lie. The miniseries was canceled.  Finally, a female law professor, Annette Gordon-Reed, wrote "Thomas Jefferson and Sally Hemings: An American Controversy," which accused professional historians of racism for refusing to defer to the “oral history” of Hemings’ descendants.  She said “racism,” so the historians shut up.  In 1998, a retired pathologist, Dr. Eugene Foster, performed a DNA test on the Y-chromosomes of living male descendants of Sally Hemings, as well as those from Jefferson’s paternal uncle. The Y-chromosome is passed from male to male, so, if the story were true, Hemings’ male descendants ought to have the Y-chromosome of the Jefferson male bloodline.  What the DNA tests showed was that Hemings’ firstborn son, Tom -- the Tom whose alleged paternity was the basis for Callender’s accusation -- was not related to any Jefferson male.  Foster’s study did establish that Hemings’ last-born son, Eston, was the son of some Jefferson male, but could not possibly say whether that was Thomas Jefferson or any of the other 25 adult male Jeffersons living in Virginia at the time, eight of them at or near Monticello.  For Eston to be Jefferson’s son, we have to believe that five years after being falsely accused of fathering a child with Hemings, Jefferson decided, What the heck? I may be president of the United States, but I should prove Callender’s slander true by fathering a child with my slave! No one will notice.  It would be as if five years after the Duke lacrosse hoax, one of the falsely accused players went out and actually raped a stripper -- in fact, the same stripper.  Nonetheless, Nature magazine titled its article on the study “Jefferson Fathered Slave’s Last Child.” Hundreds of newspapers rushed to print with the lie, e.g.:  "Study: Jefferson, Slave Had Baby" -- Associated Press Online, Nov. 1, 1998  "DNA Study Shows Jefferson Fathered His Slave’s Child" -- Los Angeles Times, Nov. 1, 1998  "Jefferson Exposed" -- Boston Globe, Nov. 3, 1998  Two months after these false “findings” had been broadcast from every news outlet where English is spoken, Foster admitted that the DNA had not proved Jefferson fathered any children by Sally Hemings, merely that he could have fathered one child. Only eight newspapers mentioned the retraction.  The science alone puts the odds of Thomas Jefferson fathering Eston at less than 15% -- less than 4%, if all living Jefferson males are considered, not just the ones at Monticello.  All other known facts about Jefferson make it far less probable still.  There are no letters, diaries or records supporting the idea that Jefferson was intimate with Hemings, and quite a bit of written documentation to refute it, including Jefferson’s views on miscegenation and his failure to free Hemings in his will, despite freeing several other slaves.  In private letters, Jefferson denounced Callender’s claim -- a denial made more credible by his admission to a sexual indiscretion that would have been more shameful at the time: his youthful seduction of a friend’s wife.  None of the private correspondence from anyone else living at Monticello credited the Hemings rumor, though several pointed to other likely suspects -- specifically Jefferson’s brother, Randolph.  Eston was born in 1808, when Thomas Jefferson was 64 years old and in his second term as president. His brother Randolph was 52, and Randolph’s five sons were 17 to 24 years old. All of them were frequent visitors at Monticello.  While Jefferson was busy entertaining international visitors in the main house, Randolph would generally retire to the slave quarters to dance and fiddle. One slave, Isaac Granger Jefferson, described Randolph in his dictated memoirs thus: “Old Master’s brother, Mass Randall, was a mighty simple man: used to come out among black people, play the fiddle and dance half the night.”  There is not a single account of Thomas Jefferson frequenting slave quarters. Nor did Jefferson take any interest in Hemings’ children. Randolph did, teaching all of Hemings’ sons to play the fiddle.  Randolph was an unmarried widower when Eston was conceived. After Randolph remarried, Hemings had no more children.  In response to DNA proof that only one of Hemings’ children was related to any Jefferson male -- and her firstborn son was definitely NOT fathered by any Jefferson -- the Thomas Jefferson Foundation, the Monticello Association and the National Genealogical Society promptly announced their official positions: Thomas Jefferson fathered all six of Hemings’ children! Guided tours of Monticello today include the provably false information that Jefferson fathered all of Hemings’ children.  So now you, at least, know the truth -- not that it matters in the slightest. Happy Fourth of July! 

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Happy Tender Tuesday! Do your ocs have a moment where they realize they want to spend the rest of their lives with each other?

Thanks for the ask! :D I think a lot of my TT answers are going to revolve around the five rather than the romantic relationships in particular because this question is spot on for the five. They have this realization in book 1 and I'm pretty sure the realization is what causes their empathetic link to spark. They'd been together almost constantly for about three months, with some of them knowing each other much longer. After some rough patches mostly caused by Dray making bad decisions with the right intentions at the beginning of that time, they'd finally settled into working together in a way that meshes super well. It feels right to be a family, it feels weird when they have to be apart, and all of them have this realization at about the same time.

Adair wants to live with his new carny family rather than be a traditional Artisan. Blythe's finally figured out that this is what she wants-- they might drive her bananas, but the others mean the world to her. The twins, who have never had a family besides each other, finally feel a sense of home.

Dray is the final piece of this puzzle and makes the huge decision that they don't want to be alone anymore. Dray's still scared that they'll be abandoned again by the people they love (this is Dray's biggest fear because both parents left them), but they're willing to risk this to stay with the other four because the other four feel right. It’s like how the others realize-- this is home.

I don't know if any of them are actively thinking so very far ahead as "spending our lives together" at this point, because I don't think it's a thing that really occurs to them to think about, but it's absolutely the moment when they all decide this is my family. These are the people I don't want to lose. Their culture lets you legally choose your own family and it's a little after this point that they do this and pick a shared last name. So even if they're not thinking forever, they're certainly feeling forever. :)