#when the corresponding photos haven't been sorted

[bearotonin-international]

quick question because your collection is staggering enough that i just have to know: do you have a coherent and organized file system for your bear pictures so that you can locate them quickly and easily when people make requests or do you just manifest the images from your minds eye

yes we do! we have one system the team uses on our phone and a different system the team uses on our computer. sometimes it's a little hard to keep up with the organizing systems though, so not all of the tens of thousands of photos are properly labeled, sorted, and organized for easy finding. but often times, we can think of the specific image we want to use to answer an ask. the challenge is locating that photo if that is one of the ones that has not been properly categorized

[nadas-dirthalen]

I Saw Solas's Origin in an Achievement Icon and It Opened My Eyes on 15 Years of Lore

— PART SIX: if you haven't read previous parts, do it now! —

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Welcome, friends and travellers! I wanted to get some thoughts recorded before Veilguard's release so I could see if I am right about an absolute BOATLOAD of theories I have.

In short: I saw the achievement list when it was released. I have seen the backstory hints for Solas included in said list. AND MY MIND WAS BLOWN.

You have been warned: THIS COLLECTION OF THEORIES INCLUDES SPOILERS FOR EVERY DRAGON AGE GAME AND ALL PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL UP TO AND INCLUDING OCTOBER 18, 2024.

Come sit down with me. Make a nice cup of tea (and hide it from Solas). We've got a lot of unpacking to do.

(no, this photo isn't the spoiler, I just like it.)

Today's Discussion: The Tragedy of the Evanuris (2/3)

— The Many Horrors Enacted Upon the Faithful —

As ever, please please pretty please go back and read the earlier parts of this series if you haven't already! I promise, there is a mountain of context that I don't reiterate in every post that I make, and I feel it is important for everything I say here and going forward.

Last post, we went over how the crimes/misdeeds of the Evanuris got their start: Mythal and her lyrium coffins, feeding dreams to spirits like Solas in order to turn them away from their Titans. From there, the experiments could begin: Elgar'nan with sundering the spirits that (I believe) would become Falon'Din and Dirthamen; Falon'Din then "blackening the heart" of a Titan. Crucially, all of these actions can be found symbolically represented by their corresponding vallaslin.

Bearing in mind that I don't want to guess at the specific chronology of all the Evanuris's deeds and crimes, I'm still going to sort these posts by gods, not by actions/year. This time, I want to talk about the crimes that continued from there as things began to spiral downward into incomprehensible horror.

Sylaise and the Scaled Ones

June, Architect of the Geas

Dirthamen: What Were His Secrets, and Where Is He Now?

If you're wondering where a certain very notable two Evanuris are on this list, don't worry: this post has three planned instalments. ;)

Sylaise and the Scaled Ones

Sylaise is known as the Heartkeeper in Dalish legend. She is a goddess of healing and knowledge. For a long time, I wondered what she could possibly have done to earn Solas's ire, for all the Evanuris are his mortal enemies. We know so little about her, don't we?

Let's start with what we do know.

It is Sylaise who gave us fire and taught us how to use it. It is Sylaise who showed us how to heal with herbs and with magic, and how to ease the passage of infants into this world. And again, it is Sylaise who showed us how to spin the fibers of plants into thread and rope.

Sylaise is clearly a goddess of fire and a healer and helper of the People, in Dalish legend. In this way, she gives me the same "vibes" as the Greek god Prometheus. Now, while I am no scholar on Greek mythology, I remember Prometheus as strongly associated with fire, and the creator of humans. I hadn't given much thought to the latter until now. But now, with the understanding that the Evanuris's crimes stem from the creation of the People?

I turned back to the Song to Sylaise, from the Temple of Mythal.

Sylaise, whose heat rivals Elgar'nan's light. Sylaise, whose temples rival Mythal's cities. Sylaise, whose breath rivals Andruil's spear. Sylaise, whose skill rivals June's craft. Sylaise, whose fire cannot be quenched. We give ourselves gladly to your service.

Let's draw connections between the Evanuris we have covered so far.

"whose heat rivals Elgar'nan's light" — now that we know that not only was Elgar'nan famous for his uncontrollable anger, but that he apparently sundered "the sun and the moon," I am wondering if this speaks not to Sylaise's potential anger, but her apparent affinity for forging and/or sundering spirits.

"whose temples rival Mythal's cities" — I always suspected this had to do with the population of Sylaise's temples, but before this month, before this spoilers, I had assumed those faithful had come willingly. That they were devotees who chose to live in her temples. What could be so bad about that? Well, now we know: Sylaise's temples rivaling Mythal's cities may well refer to how she created more people than Mythal.

"whose skill rivals June's craft" — we'll get to June in a moment, but I believe that June was crafting with lyrium, and that fits Sylaise in this context. Clearly she was shaping lyrium-spirits into something, and I believe this line says she did so with unparalleled mastery.

"Sylaise, whose fire cannot be quenched" — this shows me that the association with fire in Dalish legend holds true here, as well, albeit in a far more vicious light. That means, to find other references of Sylaise throughout the games and established lore, we should hunt for mentions of fire and the creation of people.

We need look no further than the Scaled Ones. Though they are chronicled as existing after the time of Ancient Elvhenan, I believe that they are Sylaise's invention: her armies stronger than Elgar'nan's, forged from something sturdier than skin; more populous than Mythal's; more well-crafted than June's (again, we'll get there).

We can also connect the Scaled Ones to the serpentine imagery present in Sylaise's vallaslin.

Torches would suddenly go out, leaving us to stumble though the dark and trip over discarded caravans. Then came the attacks, hard and fast. Father was one of the first. We heard breathing: slow and heavy, from a creature much larger than us. Father held out his arm and grabbed the front of my armor to make me stop. I saw its shadow move, darker than the darkness, and then my body jerked forward. It left Father's arm hanging, still grasping my chestplate.

The Scaled Ones had dominion over fire magic, it looks like: they could snuff out entire torches at a distance.

The Scaled Ones had set up a camp at an intersection in the Deep Roads. In the center there was a golden altar fashioned in the shape of fire. A chill swept through me. On the tip of each flame hung the corpses of those we'd lost—including Father and Drohg. They'd been drained of blood, leaving only bone wrapped in grey skin.

They also seem to worship this fire, which we know can still be associated with Sylaise outside of Dalish legend. They also seem to be harvesting the blood of those they've slain: in this case, dwarves. Blood magic, historically, is used to alter minds and to bind things. It could be that the Scaled Ones are keeping up with Sylaise's practice.

Or...

A robed Scaled One stood before the altar. Its voice was different from the others: softer, almost feminine. It chanted and raised a basin of blood towards the altar. The other Scaled Ones bowed low. The robed Scaled One produced fire from its palm and mouth and ignited the blood.

It could be that she lives on, somehow: a fire mage of unchecked power, with skin of the same scales that she forged in others. Watch for that in the post after next.

I still wish I knew more about Sylaise, and I wish I had time to go through everything I think about the Scaled Ones and their potential relationships with the kossith and/or Taash. But Sylaise's existence and the existence of the Scaled Ones do tell me that Ghilan'nain is far from the only Evanuris to have done biological experiments with her creations.

That sets a precedent for all the others, and I will continue to go on to describe why.

June, Architect of the Geas

For the little we know of Sylaise, we know even less of June. We know that he was the Dalish god of crafts, either husband or sibling to Sylaise (as much as the Dalish can even name the Evanuris's relationships accurately). The Dalish associate an unsolvable puzzle toy called "June's Knot" with him. The High Keepers of June seem to have been smiths.

I feel like this codex from the Vir Dirthara is trying to say the same thing:

The pages of this book—memory?—describe a heated argument between a group of well-dressed elves inside an elaborately arched pavilion on an island floating in a void. In the distance, haloed by a blizzard of light, thousands of elves are maintaining an elaborate magical ritual that pulls raw essence from the Fade, funneled into a sphere in the air. Through the lens of the sphere can be seen a world of indigo waterfalls and rust-red jungles, and a temple palace so frescoed and cleverly carved, it is a masterpiece in itself. The well-dressed elves' shouting grows so loud, it can be heard over the magic. One leaps at another, howling and pulling out a knife burning with prismatic flame. "Architects of the Grand Sonallium (a gift from Blessed Sylaise to Clever June as thanks for a great favor) in friendly debate over the color of the palace's roof trim."

However, he is never depicted with any of the tools that the Dalish associate with him. It's his architects who arguing here, one with a prismatic blade. Whether the blade belongs to June, there's more going on here than just common building and tool usage.

Rather than June's role changing over time, I think something else is true of June, and I see it when I look at his vallaslin.

Like the other Evanuris, he seems to have vallaslin designed reminiscent of lyrium branches. However, June's are all bent and woven very deliberately, in a more mechanical-looking fashion than Ghilan'nain's and Sylaise's. Even more important to me, though? They closely resemble Fenris's lyrium tattoos.

Considering that Fenris's slaver, Danarius, got the knowledge of how to embed lyrium beneath the skin from an "ancient treatise," it is possible that this knowledge was obtained from June's own notes. After all: in the codex with the Sonallium, has anyone made note of the thousands of slaves maintaining the magic around it?

Therefore, I believe June was the creator of the first geas, and the first vallaslin may have used geas magic to force the ancient elves into servitude.

To take it one step further and check my belief against other pieces of lore, I posit looking at one more source: the whisperings of June's archdemon.

I long wondered which archdemon might belong to June, but when I read the Chant of Light this week (again), I noticed something. The names of the archdemons' high priests are indicative, potentially, of which Evanuris they belonged to.

There is an Architect mentioned. Many of you may already be familiar with the name. The Architect is cited as the High Priest of Beauty: the old god of Beauty is cited in World of Thedas as being Urthemiel.

Per the Chant of Light:

The High Priest of Beauty, Architect of the Works of Beauty, designed Every work and wonder of the Imperium according to the plans of his god.

Remember how I mentioned that I believe the archdemons were puppeted by the Evanuris while they were imprisoned? This is no exception, and I'd like to draw attention to what the old god of Beauty whispered to his Architect.

And to him, Beauty revealed a grand plan: "Open the gates. And when you stand before me, I shall give you designs That shall rival the greatness of heaven. I will make you the First among the new gods, And you will build a paradise on earth."

To me, "designs that shall rival the greatness of heaven" should be interpreted in what the Evanuris would think of as greatness: limitless power, bending the very bounds of what should be physically possible, shattering common morality. When I read, "will make you First among the new gods," then, I cannot help but imagine the Architect of Beauty being given designs to help build an army of always-willing soldiers: ones operating under a geas. No great work would be impossible, in such an instance.

Thus, we have another facet in the tragedy of the Evanuris, the reason that all of them needed not just to be killed, but imprisoned, their works destroyed and never again recreated. Along with the ability to craft people with lyrium, to sunder spirits, and "blacken" the hearts of titans, the Evanuris used lyrium to create endless armies of seemingly "willing" slaves.

But even Urthemiel and his Architect were not first among the old gods or their followers. To understand the tragedy of the Evanuris and the complications in all of Solas's plans to stop them, we must look further into the Chant, and further into the Evanuris.

Silence, and his Evanuris: the Keeper of Secrets, Dirthamen.

Dirthamen: What Were His Secrets, and What Don't We Know?

I, like many others, assumed Dumat must be Elgar'nan's archdemon until a little while ago. But knowing Elgar'nan is alive and must still have his own, plus reexamining the Chant of Light and looking at DA:I with a more critical eye have shown me differently.

First among the Old Gods was Silence. His least whisper could end wars or topple Archons. A single word could turn recrimination into glory. The sacred fires of his temple burned Rare incense, and the trees of Arlathan, and lapped at the bones of slaves While his altars dripped with the blood of sacrifices that never dried.

Elgar'nan is not one to work with silence, nor whisper to topple an Archon. That doesn't seem like the way he would puppet an archdemon.

No mortal foot could tread those halls, No hand knocked upon the gate. Secrets beyond measure were the keys The Choir of Silence would need, and they had few. (7) And so the First Acolyte spoke to the High Priest And said: "We are the masters of secrets, But our god demands more.

Dirthamen is the Keeper of Secrets, and so I first looked to Dumat for clues on what, precisely, his worst deeds were. But then, the title hit me again. Keeper of Secrets.

What is a secret, I ask you, but a thought no one can know about? And in our understanding of the Evanuris, of spirits, and of Thedas itself, what is a thought but a spirit?

I dove into codices, because of course I did.

No beast is more beloved by Dirthamen than the bear. When the world was new, Dirthamen gave one secret to each creature to keep.

Let's rephrase this Dalish legend. Every time we read "secret," let us read "spirit." When we read, "gave one secret to each creature to keep," let us ask ourselves how it would sound with, "bound one spirit to each creature," therefore creating abominations.

The foxes traded their secrets to Andruil for wings. The hares shouted theirs to the treetops. The birds sold theirs for gold and silver.

It seems like this is describing what happened to each creature who gained Dirthamen's secrets. Foxes suddenly sprouted wings (sound like everyone's favourite Veilguard assassin to anyone?). The hares shouted theirs to the treetops.

Except, wait a minute, I know something about Dirthamen and trees.

He whispered into the mountains and the fallen trees of the forest gathered, shaping an immense and agile spider-like beast. It was the varterral. With lightning speed, vicious strikes, and venomous spit, it drove back the serpent. From then on, it was the guardian of the city and its people.

Whispered into the mountains sounds a lot like pulling "thoughts" from the mountains, or depositing "thoughts" into those mountains. Afterward, trees bend and warp around one another, forming the varterral.

Only the bears kept Dirthamen's gift, deep within their dens, they slept the months away in the company of their secrets and nothing else. When Dirthamen discovered what had been done with his gifts, he snatched the wings from the foxes, silenced the voices of the hares, and turned the birds into paupers. but the bears he honored for their steadfastness.

Bears, according to the wiki, can become enraged. Sounds a lot like something that might be possessed by Rage, no?

It did not stop at animals. We have the Temple of Dirthamen to look at, after all.

We few whisper here where shadow dwells. Some words remain unuttered. Truths are pushed down, down Where they shall never arise again.

Truths pushed down, down. Truths, like secrets, are based in thought. And when we think of thought with regard to Titans, spirits, and the Evanuris, we must think spirits. Spirits that are pushed down, down, never to rise again—because the priests of the Lost Temple of Dirthamen have committed to holding them.

Dirthamen is gone, he said. Our Highest One brings to us this gravest news. What shall we do? Where shall we go? What of the old secrets that burn within our hearts?

Our Highest One, he deceives us. The honeyed words that drip from his tongueWe know the despair they mask. We disciples of Dirthamen know truth, now as ever.

If we think about these priests as people who have been forced to harbor spirits, suddenly "the honeyed words that drip from his tongue / We know the despair they mask," takes on a whole new meaning. A capital-D Despair meaning.

Let's return, then, to the Conductor of Silence listening to his old god. The old god—puppeted by Dirthamen—required so many secrets that the priests did not know how to fulfill such a request. Masters of secrets, how could they possibly gain more? Well, now we know "secrets" and "spirits" to be interchangeable. The priests needed souls.

What happened next?

(2) In the Great Choir of Silence, the High Priests gathered. A hundred chosen acolytes brought lyrium Enough to drown a city in chiming silver And slaves beyond counting to the temple In accordance with the designs of their gods.

Lyrium and souls were brought to the temple. Lyrium, souls, and blood.

Only, the Magisters did not find Dirthamen, once they entered the Golden City.

(11) Above them, a river of Light, Before them the throne of Heaven, waiting, Beneath their feet The footprints of the Maker, And all around them echoed a vast Silence.

They heard him.

(12) But when they took a single step Toward the empty throne A great voice cried out Shaking the very foundations Of Heaven and earth:

We know that this is not the Maker. The Maker, by this time, probably exists in a sundered state, sleeping, as all Titans are. This has to be someone in the Golden City. Someone who, perhaps, knew the Magisters were coming.

(13) And So is the Golden City blackened With each step you take in my Hall. Marvel at perfection, for it is fleeting. You have brought Sin to Heaven And doom upon all the world. (14) Violently were they cast down, For no mortal may walk bodily In the realm of dreams, Bearing the mark of their Crime: Bodies so maimed And distorted that none should see them And know them for men.

The Magisters were cast out, all of them blighted. But nothing could have attacked them, and we know from all the Dragon Age games that simply being around the blight isn't enough to get out protagonists sick with it.

Someone had to be there to inflict it upon them—someone who Corypheus, Conductor of Silence, would have been expecting to find, and dismayed to not be finding. He looked upon the throne of his god, after all, and found it empty.

Dirthamen is the only one of the Evanuris whose vallaslin has evolved over time. The first one evokes imagery of a broken gate on its forehead, surrounded by triangles: a symbol for the Veil.

The second, on Bellara, is newer—and not available to the player. Unique to her. It looks as though it features two birds on either side of a third eye. An all-seeing third eye.

We know a few things about Dirthamen, from all of this speculation. The "secrets" that Dirthamen kept were likely spirits and demons, which he bound to trees, animals, and people. His archdemon, Dumat, made demands on his behalf for endless "secrets" to get into the Golden City: endless spirits.

Dirthamen may have been the only one of the Evanuris to break free of his prison on his own, blighting the Magisters Sidereal.

But he would not be the only one to manipulate the blight, and he would not be the only one to escape his confines.

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As ever, if you got this far, thank you!! I look forward to reading any additions or questions people might have, as ever!!

Also: I am trying my hardest not to consume full-game-review spoilers! As these reviews have just gone live today (10/28), I am not reading my notifications/replies, and am appearing here only to continue posting my theories.

But if you feel like sticking around anyway, stay tuned for: The Tragedy of the Evanuris pt. 3: Pestilent Doom Upon All the World.

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[THIRTEEN]

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Having the whole fiasco of figuring out the venue and then helping Kyle with his weird texter person problem, (of which he still hasn't bothered telling Stan about), and then a few surprisingly calm days, it's finally the day of the concert.

Nichole was loving the open venue, and was quickly styling herself away with simple tables and chairs a bit further out, having those separated by simple fences from the GA area. Currently, her theme for the night was orange and dark blue, the dark blue having some sort of shine when lights hit on them. It was absolutely gorgeous as you watched the test runs of the stage lights against them.

Kyle was doing a bit better, having gotten some sleep you could assume, and he's been busying himself all day by corresponding with another local yet small band that would be opening for you guys tonight. They had just shown up about 20 minutes ago and was going ahead with their sound check, which Kyle was graciously observing.

Clyde was..late again, however he did say he was going to stop and bring back food for everyone so you really couldn't stay mad at him, nor with him bringing back Kyle's favorite fast food, you're sure Kyle wouldn't object much either.

Stan was talking to the venue's owner and he definitely has never been more awkward in his life. At this rate, you're sure Kyle's gonna step over there and free Stan from the shackles of his poor social skills.

Craig, for once, has shown up to take pictures again, you can see him snapping away at some candid shots, those of which he'll probably use for his portfolio, beside him you're shocked to see Tweek, he doesn't tend to follow Craig that often to these rehearsal things, in fact Tweek doesn't come to the concerts much anyways, he attends a few, mainly to be with Craig. Tweek spots you and waves, you return the gesture and you can see Craig snap a photo of Tweek as you do so.

Giggling and turning your head away from them and staring back onto the open space, you let your mind wander again. You've been excited to perform, especially here in South Park, it's always been fun to perform here, the town surprisingly having been your guys' biggest supporters.

Bebe and Wendy should be showing up soon, in fact you wouldn't be surprised if Wendy was already here and you just haven't spotted her yet. Bebe was trying to get Red to come along, it had been a while since you've last seen her, quite literally it was about 3 months ago when you and the other girls managed to squeeze a sleepover day in all of your busy schedules.

Annie said she was coming when Nichole shot her a text, and if Annie is coming usually that means Red would be too.

Your phone dings, bringing you away from your thoughts.

Groaning you call out to Kyle, "Hey, Kyle?" He turns his head, "Heidi isn't showing anymore we can thank Cartman's stupid ass."

He frowns, "Again, is it the podcast?" Seeing you nod he continues, "He made her miss our last show in New York City because of that god awful podcast. Remind me, why is she in that again?"

"Because she feels bad for him or something, also something about how it was technically her podcast first and she'd rather die than let him get away with the rebranding...?" You scratch the back of your neck, tone overall sheepish for not really knowing why.

"Didn't he.. technically get away with the rebranding though? I mean he calls himself the 'creator' of it?" Kyle pointedly asks.

"Yeah I'm not too sure about the whole reasoning either, Kyle. Oh! Hey so Clyde also should be coming back in about an hour? Maybe now like 30 minutes, I'm not sure he texted me a while ago now."

"Well he better, his sound check is at 3:30.. and if he's not here, I'm telling you now, I am NOT stepping in for him."

"You're gonna totally step in for him don't lie to me."

Kyle gives you a deadpan stare before turning back around to helping the locals, leaving you giggling to yourself quietly for a bit.

"Hey, Y/n," Stan says, sitting next to you on the edge of the stage, "You ready for tonight?"

You look up at him, "Oh, yeah, I'm just bummed that Heidi can't make it because of Cartman."

"Yeah.. Wendy mentioned that like 3 minutes ago.. all because of a podcast episode. Christ.." Stan trails off, "Why is he even doing a podcast episode today? Most of the entire town is attending tonight, who's gonna be listening to his podcast?"

"Well..." You check your phone again, "Heidi says he's going live during the set change between the opener and us, and you know how long those take, people are gonna be on their phones and they're bound to tune in for a bit."

Stan runs a hand down his face, "He's always gotta do something shady, aside from that, how are you doing?"

"I've.. been good actually Stan thanks."

"No problem, I've been worried about you since.." He trails off, you never realized how often Stan trails off before in conversations.

You let out an airy laugh, "No worries, Stan, really and I appreciate you checking up on me. However, you should check up on Kyle, have you noticed how tired he's been looking recently?"

Stan throws his hands up in the air, "YOU'VE NOTICED!" He freezes and suddenly realizes how loud that was, coughing into his fist, face red with embarrassment, "Sorry just.. I've tried, Kyle hasn't been the most... comfortable with talking his thoughts and feelings out, you know that. He just... would rather throw himself into his work than let me in.. you know?"

You both watch as Kyle runs back and forth from the stage to the backstage, "Yeah I get what you mean."

"And I've tried! Really I have but he just waves me off and says nothing important is really affecting him and that he'll 'figure it out' God knows how.. he's never figured anything out, well, whenever it comes to his emotions at least."

You shrug in return, "You've let him know you're there for him.. I guess you're gonna have to wait until he comes to you."

Stan nods at that and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence.

Your phone buzzes and you open the notification without checking what the exact notification was for.

Groaning as you realize who tweeted you're about to swipe and close the app before realizing you were tagged in the tweet, over your shoulder Stan takes a peek, "Cartman? What does he want?"

Turning your phone off you shake your head in annoyance and Stan snorts, "What have you done to make Cartman tag you on twitter?"

"He's so delusional I probably pissed him off in a dream or something." You and Stan laugh.

"Y/N! Your guitars are here, can you make sure they're tuned and good to go? If you want you could start early on your preliminary soundcheck." Kyle breaks the laugh attack you and Stan are having.

You give him a thumbs up and he does one back, going back to whatever he was doing just now.

"Well, gotta get this done," You stand up and stretch, "See ya around, Stan."

"Peace."

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[imsolament]

I don’t know what to think anymore regarding the Ted thing. All I will say is you can absolutely be ‘groomed’ as an adult. From what I remember this girl in question was very vulnerable when she met Ted.

I want to believe they are just maintaining a friendship but the patterns I’ve seen online kind of give me a weird vibe.

The girl in the photos ‘*’ had alluded to and discussed a lot of things regarding her mental health online. I’m not denying ‘*’ is an adult physically, but she is still significantly younger than him and came across as kind of sheltered in some ways to me?

The relative accompanying her for her first con day, then her becoming a table mate for ted, and the way she wrote the daily entries on her tumblr led me to believe this. She has been through a lot and the way she looked up to Raimi in awe was clear.

*’s instagram before being privated and hidden (??) heavily alluded to raimi being a symbol of a comfort crush.

I would want to believe he has maintained a healthy correspondence with her given what she’s been through. But I can’t help but feel something is off.

All it takes is a little vulnerability to be ‘groomed’ by someone with seemingly significant power over you. I know some alluded to her behavior towards raimi as bordering on parasocial, but we don’t know if Raimi did anything to set a healthy boundary in the first place.

All this being said, I really don’t want this to be the case- especially after the situation with the other very young girl.

I guess I want to know, do you feel something is off as well?

I stand corrected and apologize for my previous statement about adults not being able to get groomed. But I will say that I don't see that happening in this current situation because the woman in question has not let on about being manipulated or abused in any way. I do understand where you're coming from given her known background, but I haven't seen any proof that she is a victim of any sort.

It makes sense to feel that something is off, especially since the antagonizers have used a much younger female fan as proof of something bad happening, but in my document pinned on my blog, I explained why and how that was blown out of proportion and is not the case they tried to make it out to be. From what I have been informed by people who have been a part of the fandom much longer than me, they have reassured that this adult fan is not being groomed. She's just an overtly clingy fan and not someone to worry about getting victimized. I highly doubt that any grooming has or will take place.

All I will say for now is that the only worry people have told me about isn't the dynamic between a celebrity and a fan; it's the level of obsession a fan can have over a person.

[cherryriotcrash]

No Such Thing

Welcome to the real world she said to me, condescendingly. Take a seat, take your life, plot it out in black and white.

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Summary: This time, you can call it a meet cute.

Chapter Warnings: None, not beta read.

18+ |Minors and ageless blogs DNI

All characters depicted are 18 at introduction, and age as they progress through college.

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Freshman Year, Fall Semester

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You didn’t call him.

You never do, never have to; he appears when he’s needed without prompting and constantly tells you that something just felt off and he felt like he had to check on you.

It’s been like that since you met at Freshman orientation, eyes wide as saucers as you took in the campus around you. You’d smacked into him absentmindedly and apologized profusely, stumbling over your words and he flashed you a toothy grin and told you not to worry.

“By the way,” he added, “I…think your Japanese tutor mislead you. The word you use meant ‘treat’, but I think you meant ‘weird’. You just said something akin to ‘you must think I’m a treat’.”

You wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor, and he chuckled, nudging you on to walk next to him as the tour continued. By the time you got to the end of the tour, you’d swapped numbers and you’d saved your number in his phone as “Space Cadet”, he saved his as his actual name, and you parted ways. You spent the next few weeks texting back and forth, and when you received your room assignments you discovered you both were assigned to the same building, on the same floor.

You’d waved at each other as you moved into the dorms, and his parents—A tall, lanky blonde man with a voice that carried down the hall from the common area, and a man with long black hair tied back and away from his face—helped you unload your car, noticing you were doing it alone. The dark hared man—Shota, as he insisted on being called—hummed at an interaction between you and Hitoshi as you passed. When you looked up curiously, he mentioned that you and his son seemed quite fond of one another, and you laughed it off, pointing out that you’d met at freshman orientation and didn’t know anyone else. Hitoshi’s face burned red at the implication, and he hissed out a quiet, embarrassed dad.

His husband, Hizashi, glanced over at him with a knowing smirk, “I see. Well he talked about you all summer; you must have made quite the impression on him.”

“Papa.”

When you settled in and his parents departed, both giving you their phone numbers for emergencies and accepting yours, you poked your head into his room. His half of the room was very distinctly Hitoshi, from the dark bedspread and curtains to the shelves decorated with assorted interesting rocks and a white noise machine, as well as non-college related books stored on the shelf. The desk had his books for class carefully sorted with their neatly labeled corresponding binders, and an artfully arranged gaming PC perched atop the desk with two monitors. You squealed when you saw it and dragged him to your dorm room, pointing enthusiastically to your own gaming setup.

Hitoshi stopped to take in your half of the room, decorated in oceanic shades of blue and gray, with a deep gray curtain separating your half of the room from your roommate’s. He jokingly quipped about it being too early to hate your roommate, and you fell into an uneasy silence.

“I’m just…I like my privacy. That’s all. I asked her if it was okay and explained myself, she totally understood, and we have lunch plans later!”

Hitoshi sheepishly apologized, then pointed to the photos of you in a martial arts gi, an orange belt circling your waist as you kicked through a board.

You rubbed the back of your neck, “Yeah, I did a bit of martial arts back home, had to stop because we couldn’t afford it anymore. Hell, I’m here on full scholarship out of a stroke of luck! It was pretty fun, and I was good, but I haven't used it in a while.”

"I mean, if you want to continue, someone I went to high school with is a martial arts instructor, and we're pretty friendly. Have you heard of Izuku Midoriya?"

"I briefly met him during orientation. Dude's built like a brick shithouse."

Hitoshi laughed, "Yeah, you'd never guess how small and scrawny he was a few years ago. His stepfather got him into martial arts, and it turns out he was a natural. I can put you two in contact if you'd like."

You nodded and thanked him as you moved to write down your gamer tag and hand it to him, wandering back to his room. He reached into an ornate box on his desk, pulling out a necklace with a turquoise crystal dangling from it, asking permission before clipping it around your neck.

“My family is pagan, so they sent me off with a bunch of crystals and necklaces to wear or give away that have already been blessed and charged. This is turquoise, and it supposed to be healing. I don’t know what happened before I met you, but I won’t let anyone hurt you. All you have to do is call.”

But you never had to call. Hitoshi always just knew.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Halfway through the semester, Mina announced—after many nights of you crashing with Hitoshi due to the prearranged do not disturb signal letting you know she had company—that she would be moving in with her partners, Momo and Shoto, off campus into a four-bedroom house.

“They’re paying for the whole thing!” She squealed, “Their families are loaded!”

“I’m happy for you! What’s the fourth bedroom for, though?”

Mina pulled you into a tight hug, “You, silly! Well…you and Ochako. When we were discussing and I was trying to work out my part of rent, they told me to find a place I liked and if they liked it too, not to worry about rent. When I looked, I fell in love with this little house that has a garden and is right in front of a river, and it had enough rooms to make sure my besties had a place to sleep so we could party without worrying about stumbling home!”

You stared at her, stunned, “No one has ever…”

“Well now they have! I love you, girlie, so I’m going to watch out for you! Plus, now you can move Toshi~ in.”

Your face heated up again, “I told you we’re just friends.”

“He literally gifted you a crystal on day one.” She gestured to the necklace hanging around your neck and you tucked it back in.

“His family is pagan! It’s a thing!”

“Y’all are a thing,” she laughed, packing the last of her belongings, “But seriously, see about moving him in. They allow co-ed roommates.”

She pecked you on the cheek and hauled the last box up onto her shoulder, “Don’t make me miss you too much, as soon as we get settled, I’m sending you the address so you guys can come see us!”

You followed her out to her car, carrying another of her boxes, and waved her off as she left. When you turned to reenter the dorms, Hitoshi appeared next to you, sweaty from his trip to the on-campus gym.

“’Sup, Astro.”

“Astro?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Yeah, like astronaut. You’re still in my phone as space cadet.” He watched Mina’s car turn off campus and down the road, “She all moved out?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “I’m gonna miss her chaos.”

You turned towards him just in time to see a bead of sweat drip from neck to collarbone and disappear into his shirt, then quickly looked away. Hitoshi shrugged, “At least you won’t have a roommate all spring and summer.”

“About that. You’re staying for the spring and summer semesters too, right?”

Hitoshi nodded, “My parents understand that I have a job here, and we don’t live too far away from here. I can go home on the weekends or holidays.”

“Well, I’m here for the summer for work and because it costs too much money for me to fly there and back, so maybe we could file to be roommates.”

Hitoshi froze for a moment, “You sure about that?”

“Mhm! I trust you!”

“Then let’s head to student services.”

Within the week, the two of you were hauling Hitoshi’s belongings into your room (which was further from the oft noisy common area), and you erased Mina’s name from the whiteboard on the door only to write in his in a neat script. You snapped a photo and sent it to Mina, who replied with a video of herself squealing in delight.

The next morning, you woke up to two green rocks on the shelf above your desk. When you picked them up, they were clearly different and were seated on top of a note. In Hitoshi’s messy scrawl, he’d written down what they were and their uses.

The green one with the circles and waves is Malachite. The sparkly one is Aventurine. They’re supposed to protect and heal.

You put them back on their shelves and smiled, tucking the necklace he gave you into your shirt and heading out for work.

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