#when their faces at ealy close

[kuromyou]

Thank Satan that you got something out of your brain. This is HOTT!

Something something seeking absolution or whatever. I can’t get them out of my brain.

[theopulenthq]

+1 Wanted Connection. See full list here.

[OTTO ESTRADA], our [OSCAR ISAAC], from [ETHIOPIA], is looking for their [HUSBAND/ENBY SPOUSE]. This is a [ROMANTIC] connection that looks like [PEDRO PASCAL, WAGNER MOURA, STERLING K BROWN, RAHUL KOHLI, MILO VENTIMIGLIA, MICHAEL EALY, JON BERNTHAL, KEREM BÜRSIN, RÔMULO ESTRELA, THESE ARE JUST SUGGESTIONS, IT’S TOTALLY UTP!]. They are [38-45] years old. Everything else you need to know is under the cut! Please [DO] contact the writer @tclkrefined .

[Otto and his spouse have met several years ago, when Otto was still climbing the ranks in the military and his spouse was the medic in training. If Otto found reasons to get hurt and visit the infirmary more often, he wouldn’t tell. The two were enamoured to each other almost immediately and what began as an unserious fling, turned important pretty quickly. Otto, at the time, didn’t have a dime to his name, so he promised to make something of himself and come back with a ring — and he kept to his promise. The two have been married for years now; they are a steady presence in each other’s lives, they are soulmates, they are loyal to each other first, and their country as a close second. They’ve climbed ranks together, with Otto becoming the Commander and his spouse becoming the official medic for the royal family, and they have become known figures in the kingdom. They don’t keep secrets from each other, except that Otto has been growing bolder with his information trading; he’s been getting drunk on power and feeding other kingdoms lies, hoping to catch whoever is responsible for all the attacks, and he’s kept this concealed for fear of it possibly blowing up in their faces in the future. If he goes down for this, he wants to go down alone — nevermind that this is a decision that should be made by both of them. Feel free to hit me up to brainstorm, and I’m open to changing things up too!!]

[pwrluvr]

saebyeok with a very clingy s/o? 🥰

SAE-BYEOK X A CLINGY READER

x Gn!reader, fluff

She's not used to a lot of affection, so she'd be a little taken aback at first

She'd get flustered whenever you got all touchy with her, she wouldn't know how to respond

She'd warm up to it though, even grow to love it over time

She gets very soft around you, which is unlike her usual cold attitude

Whenever you want to cuddle, she'd act annoyed, maybe tease you a bit, but in the end she'd always end up wrapping her arms around you and holding you close

If you fell asleep in her arms, she'd stroke your hair and admire your sleeping face. She'd feel at peace, as if time stopped and the only thing that mattered to her was how pretty you looked, calmly sleeping in her embrace

If she was doing something and you nagged her about wanting to cuddle, she'd let you sit on her lap until she finishes the task

She's not a big fan of PDA, but she lets you hold her hand or her waist when you're out, maybe even the occasional pecks on the lips

In bed, she really doesn't mind being the big or the little spoon, most of the time tho, she sleeps with your head on her chest and her arm around you

She wakes up fairly ealy in the morning, but she always lies in bed with you for a bit until she actually gets up

[muichiroslover]

HEY!!

I saw you made a part two on the meliodas angst.

I was wondering if you could make a part two of that ban angst where ban runs into y/n years later. Cuz she survived the demon by jumping into a deep body of water somehow and washed up somewhere.

I just think its would be pretty cool 😅

Oooo yes! I changed up the story a little if you don’t mind! I hope you enjoy this!

Part 1 here!

Pairing: Ban x fem! reader (pt 2)

Warnings: none!

Genre: Angst

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Meliodas sits at the bar as Ban cooks up some food for when the boar hat opens

���Hey Ban have you heard about that masked hero going around?” Meliodas asks as he gets himself a cup of beer

Ban turns around placing down a simple breakfast plate

“I’ve heard of them” he says shrugging and the door opens to show a excited Diane

“Are you guys talking about the masked hero?? I heard that she’s actually a girl!” She says excited as she sits close to Ban and Meli

“Oh yeah? I wanna meet this Masked hero, after all with her around she’s been taking all of our work” Meliodas says cheerfully

“Eh she doesn’t sound that interesting” Ban says dismissively and Diane rolls her eyes at that

Finally when the team had all arrived they were just chatting when all of a sudden their were booms and explosions, they all got up with haste

“That’s our call” Merlin says

“Please stay safe Ban” Elaine says and he nods

they all begin to leave the boars hat, they quickly follow the sound of the noises and screams

But by the time they had gotten there they were surprised to see a person fighting the last demon, a mask covering their lower face and a hood over them that pulled down to a cloak

“Is that-“ King begins surprised as the person finishes off the last demon and the people cheer and praise them

“That fighting style looks familiar, though I can’t quite put my finger on it” Merlin says putting a finger to her chin in thinking

“Well let’s not let her get away! I wanna ask her some questions!” Meliodas says excitedly as he starts walking towards the person

“Captain!” Diane shouts following after him and King sighs as he follows and so does the rest of the team

The person was adjusting their mask and putting their weapon away getting ready to leave until

“Hey! Masked hero, nice to meet cha! I’m meliodas!” A voice suddenly says next to them, they slowly look to the side and down at the little man who was grinning widely at them

The team soon gets closer as well causing the person to back up

“We won’t hurt you, our captain here is just too curious” King sighs as he sits up criss crossed on his floating pillow

The person still didn’t make a move to get closer or speak as she basically glared at the group in front of them

“Is it just me or is she glaring at us” King sweat drops and Gowther nods

“She is in fact glaring at us, after all we left her to die” he says and the whole team looks at him confused

That’s when Merlins eyes widened

“Y/n?” She asks and it falls silent as the masked person makes a ‘tch’ sound, slowly they remove their hood and pull down their mask

Your eyes looked tired and dead and your face void of emotion, you had a scar that took up most of your right cheek now and your hair was slightly disheveled

Everyones eyes widen upon seeing you and your new appearance

“W-we thought you died” Diane says, tears starting to form in her eyes and you stare blankly at them

Flashback

As the demon grabbed you you believed this was the end and that your life would end here because of your stupid love for a guy who never loved you

you thought you could accept that

you were wrong, you used the wine bottle you were drinking and broke it, you stabbed it into the demons hand that was gripping you and it let you go dropping you to the floor in pain

You got up quickly, limping a bit and started running as fast as you could, the demon didn’t stay still for long as it chased you, you started running towards the boars hat, but you suddenly stopped

It’s not like they were looking for you, in fact the one you thought you could trust the most left you for dead, you grit your teeth, running back to the place you dropped your weapon you find it and pick it up, you skillfully kill the demon and drop to the ground

You were in a lot of pain, the injuries were brutal, usually Merlin would heal you right up but now

You shakily get up

You limp around and end up leaving the town, you go to a town a few towns away and end up collapsing, when you wake up you slowly sit up to look around the infirmary type room, the door opens and a guy looks up and smiles

“You’re awake, I was afraid that you would be asleep for a day or two” he says and you get on guard, he noticed this and smiles kindly

“Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, I saw you collapsed and wanted to help, you can leave if you want but don’t push yourself too hard with those injuries” he says and you furrow your brows slightly as you slowly slip out of the bed

You keep an eye on the doctor who was fixing the bed you left and sighed when you realized he truly had no bad intentions

“Uh..thanks” you mutter and he turns around and lightly smiles

“You’re welcome”

It was like that for the rest of the months you were missing, you’d go out and fight demons then come back to Dr. Ealis’ office

“Jeez Y/n, this time is really bad” He says as he mixes potions together, you groan “Sorry Ea, they were tougher then I thought” you say as he sighs and hands you the light blue potion

“It’s fine, just don’t be too reckless” He reprimands and you roll your eyes as you chug the potion

Ealis also was the one who gave you the mask and cloak, he’s the only person you felt you could truly trust in this world

Flashback over

The team stand guiltily silent as you stared at them blankly

“That’s how I survived being left behind by my ex boyfriend Ban for his ex girlfriend Elaine” you deadpan looking directly at Ban who looks away from you

“We’re so sorry Y/n...” Merlin says not knowing how else to respond to this, Ban was biting his tongue to stay quiet, this hurt for some reason

You sighed as you pull back on your mask and pull your hood up

“I don’t care anymore, I’m fine as I am now and don’t need to rely on this team” you say

“Don’t say that! Please come back!” Diane cries and you close your eyes

“I’ll pass, I escaped death once, I won’t put myself in the position to have to escape it again, goodbye” you say and before they could say anything you were already off, they stood in shock and guilt

Ban covered his face as he sunk to the floor, a tear slipping out

“This is my fault, I’m sorry y/n”

[ceriseeclipse]

Dark Skies

The Signs’ Face Claims

I had this idea for a while: Personification of the signs. I always wanted to write a story that presents the signs as people, with the same features and personalities that the signs are said to have, living their lives, interacting with each other. Here are a few ideas for each character, if I get to the actual story, the characters will develop a lot of course. Please inbox me your feedback, if you would be interested in a story as such. 

Here’s an idea for the face claims. (the actors’ actual sun signs don’t have anything to do with their roles):

Henry Cavill as Aries, the impulsive soldier.Strong-minded and brave, but a hot-head, which makes him dangerous in a fight. He often throws caution to the wind and goes straight to the point, which he may regret later. He lives for today, is initiative and ambitious, lacks certain gentleness, humility and sense of social act, hurts people without even intending to. He’s restless, vital and always looks for new challenges and adventures. Deep-set eyes and dark eyebrows give him the severe, serious but handsome look. He’s not into love, but does like sex. He rarely gets attached to people, only lives for war and winning battles.

Zoë Kravitz as Taurus, the confident, self-sufficient, but sensitive girl. You can rely on her, she’s honest and respects good manners. Patient and cautious, she knows what she wants and won’t let anyone stop her. She keeps her feet firmly on the ground, doesn’t like to dream or wish, she strongly believes that if you want something enough, you have to go and get it. She’s practical and responsible, but easier to break than she’ll ever show. She loves strongly, and passionately, has a big, loving heart, but knows when to let go, she doesn’t put herself down for anyone. Her doe-like, big, brown eyes will make you trust her with your life. She is exactly who a woman should be, if you could say that, confident, strong, independent and intelligent.

Tom Hiddleston as Gemini, the sweet and funny, blonde, curly-haired sunny-boy. He can seamlessly change everything, from style, ideas to work or partner. He is easy to adjust to significant changes. Surrounded by a little nervous energy, he is brilliant but sometimes emotionally unstable. Being bisexual, he likes to sleep around with different people, but doesn’t really mean to intentionally hurt anyone, he just expects other people to take life and relationships as easily as he does. He’s humorous, energetic and cheerful, but doesn’t let anyone see his sensitive side, that’s why his mysterious way seems very attractive. 

Andrew Garfield as Cancer, the typical sweet boy, who likes to play with fire and often gets burned. He can go from being in a great mood to suicidal thoughts in a second. His heart is easy to break and he doesn’t know how to get over it. Trying to bring an order to his chaotic feelings, he starts writing. For himself at first, but that’s how his talent as a writer gets discovered. It helps at first, but his vulnerable nature wants him to take revenge on those who hurt him, which starts to destroy him slowly. 

Madelaine Petsch as Leo, the Queen Bee in Louboutins. She likes expensive clothes, always looks flawless and knows it. She appears even more confident than she actually is. As a struggling actress, her life hasn’t been the easiest. Trusting and a little naive, she’s often been used and lied to. She likes to manipulate people, but sometimes ends up being manipulated herself. Trying hard to hide her generous, forgiving heart, she thinks that the key to success is heartlessness and diamonds. Her brutally honest personality gave her the name of a “bitch”, which she enjoys at times, it gives her a painful kind of satisfaction to be hated, but admired at the same time. Her long, red hair perfectly matches her ever-red lips and green eyes, that roll so often. She enjoys her naturally good looks and knows how to use it for her best. 

Jamie Chung as Virgo, the beautiful healer. She’s a doctor, she lives for helping people. But the sad truth is, she doesn’t always know how to help herself. Being a gorgeous, strong woman, she is full of insecurities, no one can understand. She is ready to sacrifice herself for others, even people she doesn’t know, because her own life doesn’t mean anything to her. Attentive, with great analytical skills, she seems to see everyone's personality through, she sees when somebody’s hurting, when somebody's lying, her eyes don’t miss out on anything. She loves to bring order into the chaotic life, and tries to make the world a better place by being considerate and organized. Being wealthy, she doesn’t like expensive and unnecessary luxuries. Taurus is her soulmate, but unfortunately, there are many struggles that come in their way. Their love is beautiful and innocent, but leaves them both heartbroken, more than once. 

Shay Mitchell as Libra, the girl next door. She has always been a girl who went by unnoticed. A wallflower kind of girl as they say. She never minds, she doesn’t like to show off, doens’t like to shine. Simple clothes and sneakers, ponytail and barely any make-up, that is her every day look. She has a soft personality and knows how to handle troubles, a diplomat, religious, fair, justice has always been important to her. People usually think that she is a depressed teenager, but that isn’t true, life is going as she wishes it to go. She doesn’t like to be pushed, pressured, she prefers to leave responsibility to others. Sometimes, she feels a little basic, that’s all. But the girl will find her place in this world very soon. 

Michael Ealy as Scorpio, the blue-eyed devil. Despite what people said, he isn’t all that bad. The often call him “the evil eye”, if your eyes meet, you always move first. He can kill you with a look, undress you with a look, send you to hell with only one look. He’s never easy, everything is important to him and he takes everything seriously. All around him is black or white, nothing in between. The only people he can call friends seem more like loyal servants. It feels like he never tells the truth, he’s mysterious to a fault and will never tell you his opinion about anything. Don’t do him wrong, he will never let you leave with it. He scars a lot of people. Not always intentionally, just by being himself. 

Will Smith as Sagittarius, the short-tempered cop. He’s charismatic and respectful, a real fighter for justice. Straightforward, he will shoot arrows, he can’t leave anything unspoken. If you’re in the wrong, he’ll make you crack. He does have strong relationships with people, but only the ones who deserve it in his opinion. Quite tolerant, he will accept a lot of your flaws, but never cross a line, he can cut you out of his life in a second. He’s living on the edge, taking risks, jumps into danger, whether it’s about work or love. Being short-tempered, he gets angry fast, screams, even gets physical, but calms down fast and often regrets it. He does have a good soul, but not many get to see it. Mostly, all they see is a man fighting for the good in any possible ways.

Keanu Reeves as Capricorn, the lone wolf. He never really needed anyone. He was fine being alone. Growing up in an orphanage, he was used to it. Not knowing love, no one to care about. But still, he got through, fought for his degree, became a teacher, not even knowing what for. He doesn't really fall in love, he doesn't really get attached, he doesn't really need it. His good looks and seemingly cool nature attracts a lot of people, he’s interesting, mysterious behind closed doors. But no one really knows him, not even himself. At times, it feels like he's ready, to be a part of the world, to take care of people, but he struggles to believe that anyone would put up with him. He always was so ambitious, so determined, but he came to a point where nothing makes sense anymore. That's the moment he meets him. Better said, he reads his book. A book about retaliation.

Margot Robbie as Aquarius, the sharp-tongued beauty. She grew through struggles and insecurities, which turned her into this perfect human being. She was abused, betrayed and had to fight to survive, just to become a brilliant thief. She’s a woman who gets what she wants, with her intelligence and incredible looks. She considers herself a visionary, she has her ambitions and desires, she’s close to the spiritual world and has a great imagination. Overly dramatic at times, she knows her worth, and knows others better than they know themselves. People bore her quite easily, she expects mystery and entertainment from others. Sexually passionate, she suffers from lack of permanent feelings. Her life has to be a never-ending adventure. 

Jared Leto as Pisces, the lost soul. He'a a musician, struggling with drugs and alcohol abuse. His curious and creative mind can't manage between his will to get inspiration and his addictions. He always needs more, whether it's whiskey, love or music, he can never stop. At times, it feels like he's at the end, that he can't do it anymore, but only one shot, and he's back, writing, singing, playing guitar. He falls in love with creative souls like himself, struggling, even dying. For him, it's always over. Every day, can be his last and all he does is singing, dreaming, he always took the path of least resistance.

[gvldntrbl]

&&. cauldron above, ( jakovan petrov ) was just spotted in the fae lands — word has it ( he ) is/are affiliated with ( winter court ). ( he ) is a(n) ( 284 / appears 45 ) year old ( high fae / warrior fae ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( michael ealy ). ( he ) has been said to be ( clever & honest ) but also quite ( outspoken & distrustful ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( royal advisor of winter court ). 

BASICS

Name: Jakovan Mikhail Petrov Nicknames/Alias: Lord Petrov, Misha (close friends and family) Face Claim: Michael Ealy Age: 284 / appears 45 Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Species: High Fae/Warrior Fae Rank: Royal Advisor - Winter Court

PERSONALITY

Jakovan’s eyes aren’t just blue for the aesthetics - they help him to be an observant fae. Jakovan is strategic minded and while not overly cautious - he is not one to play his hand or tells what he knows and how he learned it easily. Especially to those that he does not trust.

To outsiders, Jakovan can be seen as impatient. He’s straight to the point and does not like the ‘flowery worded way’ others try to talk around issues or what they want. He feels it wastes time.

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Natalya ‘Natasha’ Petrov (mother - alive; lady at winter court), Jeremias Bell (father - alive; lieutenant general for army of winter court) Siblings/Family: Andrei, Maksim (cousin raised alongside & considered as Misha’s brother) & Simeon Petrov are his brothers.

Spouse: N/A Current Partner/Mate: Wren Hartwell Current Allies: Whichever court(s) is an ally/are allies of Winter Enemies: Whichever court(s) is an enemy/are enemies of Winter

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Hair Colour: Black Eye Colour: Blue Distinguishing Marks: Sometimes sports/wears glasses.

BIOGRAPHY

Lord Jakovan Mikhail Petrov, also known as Misha to close friends and family, was born and raised in the cold comfort of the Winter Court. One of fours sons born to Lady Natalya “Natasha” Petrov and Jeremias Bell, Jakovan had the luxury of options. On his mother’s side was the destiny of dukedom and likely running the family’s estate after Natasha’s time was over. On his father’s was the choice to continue a history of military excellence. A Warrior Fae himself, Jeremias made his name influential inside of the Winter Court in his own right without the need, or assistance, of House Petrov. Founded before Jakovan’s existence, House Petrov was old and while it was not one of the first created within what eventually became the Winter Court, its name bore weight within the region. It was this foundation and legacy that permitted Jakovan the option to choose neither dukedom nor a military career. Instead, he chose to travel and become a diplomat. If only for a time.

It was odd to him, the warped perceptions that other courts had of his home. Of how standoffish, unpredictable and blunt his people were. Such harsh honesty was considered rude. Raised alongside then Prince Viktor Valentina, there were times during his younger years where Jakovan could understand some misconceptions of his court. But they were not the essence of his people. While their ways were peculiar to some, the frozen tundra wherein they resided aside, to Jakovan, those of the Winter Court had the most generous of hearts. He, nor his court, were what others ignorantly assumed of them. Prior to becoming a diplomat, Jakovan did not abhor traveling. But he was a true Winter Court fae and did not enjoy the warmer weather. Nor did he prefer the lackadaisical way in which others conversed. It was annoyingly dreadful, how long it took his fellow diplomats to reach their reason for beginning a discussion. Others presumed him to be impatient - which was untrue. Jakovan simply preferred that his time not be wasted. Anyone could piece together pretty words. But a person, and a court, of true worth proved their statements with actions.

Yet Jakovan thrived in learning about other cultures and understanding the differences between them and Winter Court. Especially when it came to strategizing, analyzing and discerning why other courts underestimated Winter Court. He ignored the continuous surprise that met him as he operated smoothly at intercourt relationships and networking. He was straightforward and honest and saw no need for decorative talks but still managed to get things done. Jakovan did so as he had a goal in mind. He was not a duke nor a lieutenant but one day, his court might need him. Better yet, his best friend and future high lord might. Until then, Jakovan focused on networking, learning what he could and, if needed, changing the opinions about Winter Court. For the better. No matter his diplomatic location, Jakovan’s bed never saw itself empty unless he desired. He was reasonably young, after all, and stationed far from home. Jakovan’s first child had been a son, born to him by a nymph. The boy was properly taken in by House Petrov to be raised at Winter. That was sixty years ago. Followed by Jakovan’s second child, a daughter, who was born nearly forty-five years ago and enjoyed her time between the courts of both parents.

Jakovan was two years shy of two hundred and fifty when Viktor became High Lord. With that ascension came his own appointment as royal advisor. It was a proud moment. Both for Jakovan and House Petrov - it was a great honor. Jakovan’s career of two centuries as a diplomat was crucial to his role. The scrutinizing knowledge and connections that he’d gathered did exactly as he anticipated - help to ease Winter Court out of the isolationist perception held by outsiders. It even had him bring Viktor the unexpected gift of the secrets of Winter’s enemy, Day Court. Given to Jakovan as a show of trust, the source of the information was presented by Lady Wren Hartwell. She was the lady in waiting to the Day Court duchess and a cousin to their high lady, Rowan. Wren was also his lover.

The secrets were exchanged for protection and to demonstrate her new loyalty. For two years, the couple’s relationship remained hidden. At least, publicly. Not only was Wren a member of Winter’s enemy, she was a direct relative of its high lady and the eldest daughter to one of their princes. What was supposed to be a quick, forbidden dalliance grew into a serious affair. Especially when Jakovan realized that Wren was his mate. It was an unexpected surprise. One that led Jakovan to offer Wren something that he’d been gifted since birth as a Petrov - options. If Wren wanted, she could leave her court for his. As long as the information bore out, he would handle the rest. Plans were laid to petition on Wren’s behalf as well as offer her safe passage to Winter Court after she left Day Court and the opportunity to be the lady in waiting to Princess Tatiana. Wren accepted. Jakovan’s offer to Wren was the only time where his calculations and strategies failed him, his heart superseding his mind. Three years passed and even with his mate located in Spring Court with Princess Tatiana, Jakovan had no regrets. If required, he would do it again. He would do anything for both Winter Court and his family - of whom Wren was certainly a member.

[the-colony-roleplay]

Ethan Kerr | Twenty Three;  Survivor

House: Brink Security Class: 2 Status: Infected - Praeteria

History

tw: rape mention

Ethan never did anything he didn’t want to. Growing up in an orphanage before eventually being transferred to foster care, Ethan had always been a stubborn, picky child. If he didn’t like the food placed in front of him, he wouldn’t eat; if the other children were mean to him, he’d spend his days alone; if he didn’t want to be somewhere, he simply wouldn’t go. So when Ethan decided he couldn’t stay with his foster parents anymore, he ran.

And it wasn’t so much rebelliousness that drove him, but rather fear of forever being only okay. Trapped in a life pendulum-ing between mediocre and miserable, never to discover anything more. Having come out as transgender in his preteen years and physically transitioning in his early teens, If Ethan wasn’t happy, he certainly had the courage and will to try to change it. Unfortunately, what he didn’t have was forethought, common sense, stability. He ran because he couldn’t handle his surroundings, felt drowned in the huffs and cries of a house too full, arguments too plenty, and his environment consumed him with a desperation to escape it. Maybe if he ran long enough, hard enough, he’d find a place to breathe, where the air would be cleaner, the world a little less small.

But that was when he’d been younger, less jaded and faith less crushed. At sixteen he’d run, and instead slept on friend’s couches, took up shit, bottom of the barrel jobs to try to feed his half-starved self. But by eighteen he’d realized that you couldn’t just run away from a shit hand you’d been dealt, that there was no such thing as escaping what you once were to aimlessly stumble across happiness.

It’d started when he was crashing at a friend’s house, the first place he’d stayed longer than a few weeks in ages. He was a new friend, a boy he’d met while working as a bar hand at a dingy pub in Manchester. “Corbin”, as the boy called himself, (though Ethan later found out his real name was Sam), was someone Ethan felt drawn to because Corbin was also a foster care runaway and had been living on his own in so-called ‘luxury’ from the age of fifteen. Corbin seemed so carefree, so smug and content, always a smirk hanging crookedly off his face, a fag sitting half smoked behind his ear. And Ethan admired him, at first, because Corbin had the sense of freedom Ethan had been looking for; he was everything Ethan thought he wanted to be.

So he fell easily under Corbin’s wing, fast friends and attached at the hip. It was only a matter of weeks before he realized the true source of Corbin’s cash and way of life. ‘Got my start just on cam, y'see,’ he’d told him. 'It really ain’t so bad. Who could turn down gettin’ paid to toss off? Everyone wants to love what they do, mate—and I get 'ta.’

Corbin had since moved on to hustling via an ‘escort service’ online, and Ethan, under his friend’s encouragement, started the same way Corbin had. Harmless, online servicing. There was no true trouble in that, right? And though Ethan was hesitant at first, Corbin had been right about one thing—those feelings were quick to melt away as the money started pouring in. Being self-sufficient and showered in attention was startlingly effective in feeding Ethan’s confidence and ego.

By the time Ethan was just rounding the corner to his eighteenth birthday, he and Corbin were inseparable; partners in crime, sex and minor but illegal activity. And Ethan had been on the tube, heading back to his shared flat with Corbin from a particularly well-paying job, when D-Day had struck. And though it would be years before he saw Corbin again, he’d believed since that fateful day that Corbin had survived; swore he could just feel it. Corbin had been so alive, so full of spark, despite his dark and twisted interior, that if he were dead, Ethan would know. He’d just know.

Ethan Today

At first, Ethan had made it his mission to get back to the remains of Manchester to find Corbin, but waves of looters hanging around the borders of the cities made it impossible for Ethan to get through on his own. He’d almost takena. shiv to the gut more times than one, so after a few months, he put those efforts on the back burner.

When an opportunity arose to join a traveling clan of about ten, Ethan took it out of desperation, despite the fact that they were traveling in the wrong direction. He needed the support system, the safety and sense of community—not only to keep him from wasting away on his lack of resources, but also to keep him sane. It’d seemed a wise decision at the time, and he’d told himself that he’d still make his way back to look for Corbin again when the time was right. 

Unfortunately, he’d misjudged the passersby. They were proving less trustworthy than he’d have hoped, frequently betraying each other and leaving others to fend for themselves when trouble with looters arose. Ethan, who couldn’t bring himself to be so cruel, became the helpful and compassionate one of the group, and though he hoped this would help secure his safety among them, in the end it only made him a target for vulnerability. When they found out what he’d done for a living, stories he’d let slip when he’d thought he was settling in, they taunted him with it, turned him into a tool for their loneliness and threatened his life should he disagree.

Ethan still doesn’t know if he considers it rape or not. He feels morally confused based on his previous choices and his uncertainty on whether or not he’d truly been forced. Physically, he never had been, though verbally and emotionally, it was a different story. But something Ethan is troubled with now is the question as to why he hadn’t run. He’d spent his whole life running, why then had he not turned around and escaped the toxic environment just like he always had before? Had his life with Corbin taught him to be placid, to make lemonade rather than just throw the blasted things out and get oranges?

To this day, he still isn’t sure where he stands. His Infection had developed sometime after the worst of the abuse, and he’d begun disappearing into its protective abyss more and more often. When the Colony 22 crusaders eventually found him wandering not far from his clan’s camp and offered him a one way ticket out of there, they’d asked him if he was alone, and he’d said yes. Despite knowing he was only protecting himself, he still battles confusing feelings of guilt about the whole thing. Had it been cowardly to let the people he’d lived amongst almost three years continue to barely survive while he was taken to safer refuge? Or were his actions justified—smart, to save himself and never look back?

In any case, he’d had no way of knowing that this decision would eventually lead to his reunion with his long lost friend, Corbin. Sometime before the New Wave, Corbin would be transferred to Colony 22 from one further up North, and Ethan would freeze in his tracks at the sight of him, staring as though he’d seen a ghost. Because in many ways, he had done just that.

For the most part, they picked up right where they left off with their relationship—but Ethan’s experiences post D-Day had changed him. and learning to navigate this new, more skittish side of Ethan Kerr proved to be quite the learning curve for Corbin. Time has helped, but there are still areas they tread much more carefully than they used to, despite how close they are.

RELATED BIOS: CORBIN EALY

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[dr-gloom]

Rhythm of Love

For @dailypattondoodle 

I hope tomorrow is better! <3

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: Logince

Words: 812

Summary: Logan is having a hard day. Roman knows just how to help. 

Tags/Warnings: cuteness, fluff, squish, adorable gays

Read it on AO3

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Logan gripped his hair tightly between his fingers, elbows resting on his knees. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly, as if he could squeeze the emotions out of his head through that small act alone. His mind was a clouded static, too frantic and yet somehow feeling empty all at once, and he just wanted it to stop. There was so much to do, so much he was putting off that he’d inevitably mess up. Nothing he did was good enough for the other sides. For Thomas. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. If he had to revise the schedule one more time he was going to scream, but if he didn’t get back to work the others would think he was lazy. That he wasn’t trying.

That he was failing Thomas.

The sound of light chords broke through his spiraling thoughts, his hands relaxing and his eyes cracking open. He slowly, slowly looks up, and the feeling of his neck haltingly bend to accommodate the movement briefly makes him think of a robot that requires oiling. Roman stands by the bookcase cross the room, phone plugged into the small speaker system and a grin plastered on his face. Logan can see the concern in the creative side’s eyes despite the upward turn of his lips, and once Logan is fully looking at him, Roman speaks over the lyrics.

“There you are. Come here, Aurora Bore-ealis.” He holds his arms out and Logan haltingly stands- Robot. He’s a robot. He needs to oil his joints or he’ll get stuck- and moves over to Roman,  allowing himself to be wrapped in his strong arms, his own snaking around Roman’s waist. A new song starts, and Roman takes a step away from the bookcase, swaying them to the beat. He sings along, his voice vibrating low in his chest against Logan’s cheek. Logan closes his eyes.

“My head is stuck in clouds

He begs me to come down

Says, ‘boy, quit foolin’ around’

I told him, ‘I love the view from up here,

Warm sun and wind in my ear’

We’ll watch the world from above

As it turns to the rhythm of love”

The static in Logan’s mind slowly quiets, his mind finally calming. He focuses on Roman’s words, the feeling of him speaking against his cheek, the sensation of swaying in place. Roman’s warmth leeches into Logan’s cold limbs and chest; he hadn’t even realized how cold he was until he was exposed to the heat of another person, but he doesn’t want it to end. He can practically hear the smile in Roman’s voice as his body relaxes.

“We may only have tonight,

But till the mornin’ sun you’re mine,

All mine.

Play the music low,

And sway to the rhythm of love.”

They continue their calm swaying through the rest of the song. Logan doesn’t even realize it’s over until Roman stills and pulls him back to arm’s length, looking him over with a soft smile. Roman sighs fondly, brushing Logan’s hair out of his face.

“Come on, you need rest, love.”

Logan doesn’t put up a fight, merely following Roman silently, led along by Roman’s hand in his. They pass Logan’s doorway, making him raise an eyebrow in questioning as Roman opens his own door. Roman looks back with a smile, turning to take Logan’s other hand as well and leading him into the room, walking backwards as he speaks. “I thought we could sleep in my room tonight. It could help you come up with some ideas for tomorrow.” Logan wordlessly nods, too exhausted to speak, and Roman leads him over to the large bed centered against the far wall.

He gently guides Logan to lay down, laying with him and pulling the logical side into his arms. With a snap of his fingers, they’re both in their pajamas, and Logan’s eyes finally close. Roman gently cards his fingers through Logan’s hair, humming the tune of the song they’d danced to earlier until Logan drifts into a peaceful sleep.

Logan hums as he checks the bacon on the stovetop, turning over a couple pieces. Virgil sits at the table, zombie-like as ever in the early morning and nursing his cup of coffee in hoodie-clad hands. Roman comes bounding into the kitchen like an excitable puppy, pausing when he spots Logan and smiling brighter when he realizes what the other’s humming. He walks up behind Logan, taking his chin between his fingers to turn his head and capturing Logan’s lips in a brief kiss.

“Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning, Roman.” Logan replies with an easy smile.

Roman gets his own coffee before sitting at the table across from Virgil, engaging the anxious side in some semblance of conversation. Patton drifts into the kitchen a moment later and grins.

“Logan, is that Rhythm of Love? I love that song!”

[andsotheuniverseended]

For the OC asks: #50 for all of them >:)

you looked at my tags and went “screw choosing, imma make u answer the saddest question about each of your beloved dnd characters” and, honestly? i respect you for it. lets do this.

50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? 

Scalia, my necromancer/warlock tiefling: she has... kind of faced this situation before? In that she once sold her soul to a demon and assumed it would be devoured when she died (he actually already took it from her, she ended up getting it back, long story). As she was unknowingly soulless at the time, she ‘coped’ with drugs and drinking and partying. Hard. All the time. So I think that would be her answer if faced with inevitable death while soulless. With her soul, I think her first thought would be to hide any and all evidence of it from the people around her, while also making preparations for after she’s gone. Writing letters for them to find, deciding who gets what, and who’s gonna look after Coaguilini (her lil blood goblin familiar, he’s adorable). And then she’d drink, make a last-ditch effort to make a deal with some kind of higher power, before slipping away in the night to go to her sister’s grave. Yeah, she’s the most depressing of my characters.

Cephas the golem witch: they are a kind of special situation, as they’re a living spirit tied to a stone body. They don’t remember their first life, only the one they’ve lived while a golem. So for them, death isn’t really a scary thing or something to be dreaded. They’re already on borrowed time, and they’ve had a whole ton of it, and made some great friends and even found a family. So they would make their last days count by going home to their best friend, and praying to their god. Of course if their god, Ska’al, gave them an idea of how to stick around, or their best friend had an idea, they would pursue it. But with no alternatives, they would accept that death is coming and make sure to tell everyone around them how much they love them. Plus, after all this time, they’re kind of excited to see what the afterlife (or lack thereof) is like. During their first years as a golem they were brainwashed to obey a man who made them kill a lot of people, so they’ve always wondered if those souls ended up somewhere peaceful afterward.

Jorie Jackson-Eventide, aka JJ, a half-orc druid: she would definitely be one to try and find a way around it. She’s only 19, verging on 20, and her parents went through a lot to have her, including the fact that their first daughter died when she was only a couple months old. When JJ told them she wanted to travel and adventure they were very against it, but she managed to convince them. So if there was imminent death, there’s no way she would just accept it, especially for her parent’s sake. She also believes that life is precious and worth defending, and that includes her own. So she would drag her party members all over trying to find a way out. If the moment came, however, and there was no way... She would tell Eali and Lasaer (the other party members as of right now, who she considers to be family) how much she loves them, and she would ask them to take her body (if there is one) back home to her parents. Actually, JJ would have a few people she’d want them to talk to, and tell about her death. And I firmly believe that she would be scared to die, she wouldn’t want to, but she’d do her best to smile while it happened anyway.

Cledwyn, goblin paladin: my darling Wyn is already a cranky little ball of adorable. The idea of a death that she couldn’t avoid no matter what would just make her angry, especially with the lessons she’s learned recently. In fact, there was a whole vision from her god, Savros, that told her not to confine herself to just one path. There are always options, always places to go. He looks over the big picture and can see the future, but it is something that she is also making in the moment depending on her situations. The idea that this death is unavoidable would make her angry, and she would refuse to believe it. No matter how dire the stakes, there’s always a chance. So she wouldn’t say goodbye to anyone, wouldn’t prepare for the end. She would face it stubbornly and say “no. not today, not ever”. 

Nobody, a tortle fighter/barbarian/paladin-to-be: my DM just had a god offer him a job as an in-universe reason for me to add a level of paladin, but i havent gotten to the actual leveling up part yet, so for now he’s a servant of Bahamut in name only. And he is the dumbest of all my characters. That’s not a bad thing, and he’s well aware that he isn’t smart and doesnt understand a lot of things, but he’s also the sweetest and kindest member of the party. Due to a curse when he was young, he accidentally wandered away from his family and never found them again, so he lived alone in a swamp for nearly 200 years before deciding to go out into the world and make some new memories before his time was up. Recently he’s been given the location of his family, and the whole party has been on a journey to the place where they live. so i think if, right now, he had to face death, he would spend his last days pushing as hard as he could to get home first. and if that was impossible, he’d tell the party to go there in his stead and tell his family what happened to him. i dont think he’d have any ideas for how to put it off or avoid it, though the other party members would probably come up with some things. if they didnt get in the way of getting to his family, he’d be game to try anything with what time he had left. if this happened after he finally had closure with his family, i honestly think he’d accept it calmly. he’s already very old, and part of the reason he left his isolation was because his natural life span was coming to a close anyway. knowing exactly when and how its going to happen wouldnt change much for him, other than giving him a chance to spend quality time with all the people that are important to him to say goodbye. and then he’d walk to death and give it a hug, and introduce himself as a new friend.

Cinaed, dwarven cleric/ranger: oh my darling... the only evil-aligned character i play. for him, it would depend heavily on why he was dying. if it was in service of his goddess in any way, he would be honored. he would think of it as the only right thing to do and would be ecstatic that he was chosen for something so important. and he would expect the others around him to see it the same way as well, and to celebrate with him. if it weren’t in service to his goddess, however, he would definitely try to find a way out of it through any means possible. any means. including turning to all kinds of dark magic, lichdom, or anything similar. he cannot die with his mission unfulfilled, not unless the goddess herself wishes it. serving her is much more important than his own life force or soul. his last days would be spent praying and fighting.

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[kara-dolan]

This Can’t Be Real

A/N- Okay so the Coachella fic is taking forever so I whipped this up because I was inspired by a lot of shows and music and yeah lol. There is a tag with my friends artwork in it leading to his insta and yeah.  I would like to say Shawn’s character is not in anyway shape or form Shawn Mendes he looks nothing like Shawn. Michael Ealy is who I actually thought about while writing Shawn’s character. Sorry it’s short but it is something I think people will enjoy.

Summary- You were studying late with friends at the library when the night takes an unexpected twist. A mysterious man appears and you just don’t know where the night will take you.

Warning- Horror? Creepy? Fluff?

Word Count- 1,978

“I don’t know when I will be home mom.” I say walking to my car. “The study group wants to pull an all-nighter, so we will be at the library all night most likely.” I explain getting in my car to find one of my literature text books. “Okay, okay. I will call in the morning to let you know I am fine. I love you. Bye.” I rushed to hang up. I found the book I was looking for and started to lock the up my car when I heard something behind me. ‘Don’t be the dumb bitch in the horror movie. Just get back to the library and fast.’ I turned on my heel and started to head back towards the entrance. “Hey!” Someone called out and I stopped immediately. “You dropped this.” He said gently touching my shoulder handing me the thesis outline. “Oh, uh thanks. Guess I wasn’t really paying attenti-” I faltered once I saw him and our hands touched which sent electricity through my body. “No problem.” He smirked “I’m Grayson.” He introduced himself. “Oh, I’m… Y/N.” I respond hesitantly, his smile made my heart flutter, but the front door of the library snapped my attention away from him “Y/N! Come on we’ve been waiting for you!” one of the people in the group shouted to me. I turn back to apologize to Grayson, but he wasn’t there, “Okay, I’m coming!” I yell back to them rolling my eyes. I ran up the steps looking behind me once before I went in seeing my car and 3 others in an empty dark parking lot with only street lights lighting the area. I went back inside past the stacks to the group. I set my stuff down handing the outline to Danny who was the editor of the group. We all were tired and annoyed about having to be here, me less than everyone else mainly because I found comfort in the library. “Took you long enough.” Michael scoffed. “Sorry. I got distracted, and my mom called. I told you guys I couldn’t be here all night, but she said it was fine. My brother showed up to help out for the weekend.” I explained pushing my hair out of my face. “I thought your brother had training this week?” Lydia asked. “He did but he got out of it. He’s being trained to be the CEO of a major corporation all he needs to do is say whatever he wants, and he’ll get it.” I answered her while I sat down. She nodded looking a little hurt “Did he make plans with you and cancel again? That asshole, I swear Y/B/N needs to get his shit together.” I say annoyed. “Enough of the girl talk. The only reason we are here is for the term paper.” Danny growled out. “Aww is poor Daniel not getting laid enough?” Michael teased. “Michael shut the fuck up. We don’t want to be here anymore than you do.” Lydia whisper shouted at him. “Hey, can you guys maybe quiet down there is 4 other people here who have complained about the fighting.” The librarian whispered to us. “Yeah sorry Shawn.” I apologized, “Great thanks. Um… Y/N… can I talk to you for a minute its about the question you asked me the other day.” He asked me. “Uh… Yeah sure.” I say while getting nudge by Lydia with a smirk on her face. I rolled my eyes at her and walked away from the group with Shawn, “Okay so remember how you asked me to keep a look out for the ‘Saphilak, Manuscript of Eternal Rest’?” He asked me, and I nodded. “I found it. One of my friends was traveling around Europe this week and she found it technically, anyways it is still pristine condition and arrived last night.” He explained. “Oh my gosh Shawn. That’s amazing. I have heard the stories on it and researched it for years and I have always come up empty handed but then again I have never left the country” I rambled until he interrupted “Do you want me to go get it and let you read it or do you want to keep talking about it?” He chuckled. “Obviously I want to read it. Please, go get it?” I plead while pushing him towards his office. A few minutes later he came jogging out of the office with the lost manuscript, “Oh my gosh. Shawn, this is incredible.” I say running my hands over the old parchment. “Thank you. This means so much to me.” I looked at him and he was already staring at me. “Lock the fucking doors!” Someone screamed out. “What the fuck?” Shawn said running to the front, I followed behind holding the manuscript. “Grayson?” I asked cocking an eyebrow, “Hey. Okay we need to barricade and lock all doors any entrances and exists windows too. Ethan! They fucking followed!” He ordered and then screamed out. “Fuck, okay. Everyone start gathering furniture and pin it against the door and windows!” The guy who I assume is Ethan yelled out while grabbing a chair piling it against the door. “Grayson, what’s going on?” I asked grabbing his shoulder, “You know this guy?” Shawn questioned me. “Not really and not now Shawn.  Grayson. Answer me. Please?” I begged brushing Shawn off. Grayson grabbed my hand sending electricity through my body and pulled me away from everyone into the abandoned stacks, “Whoa.” I gasped. “Yeah, look I know you don’t know me Y/N but trust me when I say we need to lock ourselves in. There isn’t time to explain I promise I will explain but after we secure the building.” He brushed his thumb across my cheek and I nodded. “Okay… I trust you.” I said as chills went down my spine. “Good.” He smiled, “Y/N, come here I need to talk to you and now.” Lydia called me over. I pulled away from Grayson and gave him a sad smile while going to Lydia “What?” I asked her, “Who is that? I thought you and Shawn… Ya know have a thing.” I laughed “Me and Shawn are friends. That’s it.” I explained, “Does he know that?” she said and walked away. I looked over to Shawn stacking chairs against the door along with everyone in the library. I walked over to one of the windows and peaked out, the entire parking lot was emerged in thick black smoke with figures moving through out it. I backed away and ran to the back exit to lock it on my way there I put the manuscript behind the front desk, “Y/N, where are you going?” Michael questioned. “Back door we need to lock it and start blocking it!” I yelled while running down the stairs. I spotted movement outside of the door but locked it before whatever it was had a chance to open it. It saw me, and I saw it. It was hideous, it seemed to have no eyes. The opening of its mouth, rimmed with sharp fangs ready to just devour and rip any living thing into shreds. A set of horns aligning the top of his head, a mane made from tentacles. The creature was tall and muscular, walked on its two hind legs but had four limbs with claws attached. It had a tail that split in two making it seem as it could whip and lash and strangle anything that came near it, to make matters worse the creature moved as if it was hovering even though it had two sets of wings, all tattered and torn. When I saw it I couldn’t move, I was frozen. My breath caught in my throat and I could feel myself suffocating. The thing slamming its self against the door screeching made me jump out of my paralyzed state. I ran upstairs to everyone else. “We need to block the door now!” I screamed running in grabbing a desk.  Everyone exchanged a worried look except Grayson and Ethan who immediately followed by grabbing what they could, “Don’t just stand there grab shit and start blocking the doors!” Shawn yelled at them. It took about 5 minutes to fully secure the back exit and make it back upstairs to start closing the blinds on every window. I was starting to calm down when Lydia screamed so loud I am shocked she didn’t shatter anything, “Lydia what’s wrong?” I asked. “There’s no service.” She sunk to the floor, “I’m not worried about the fucking service as much as I am worried about what’s outside right now! You have no idea what is out there! I fucking saw it and it saw me, it fucking saw me… I don’t want to feel that ever again…” I struggled to get out with tears clouding my vision. Grayson pulled me into his chest stroking my hair hushing me, “E, take care of them. I got to talk to Y/N.” He whispered while draping his arm over my shoulder guiding me towards the computer area. “What the hell are they Grayson? I- I’ve never seen anything like that… and… the fact that I couldn’t move… I wanted to run or scream or something, but it wouldn’t let me. What kind of thing could do that?” I choked out with tears now rolling down my face. He wiped my tears away with a remorseful look on his face, “They’re called Vruma’s. A Vruma uses fear to paralyze their prey or to mark their target. After being paralyzed they eat everything except the blood. The blood is just everywhere after.” He explained looking away from me. “What do they want Grayson?” I asked with my bottom lip trembling with fear that I already knew the answer.  “We don’t know. All we know is they were sent here to collect something and whatever it is we can’t let them get ahold of.” He said while clenching his jaw. “We? Meaning… you and Ethan, right?” I asked him. “Yeah… and hopefully you…” he said turning back to me taking my hands in his “Why do I feel like I know you? Like really know you, as if I could throw myself off any building and I know you would catch me.” I say gazing into his eyes. He gulped, “Y/N…” he started taking his hands in mine rubbing his thumbs over my hands. His hands were soft and calloused “Gray. You got to get up here people are asking questions that I don’t think they need answers on.” Ethan barged in saying causing Grayson to stand dropping my hands. I sighed and stood up wiping my palms against my dark green joggers, “I’m gonna go try to find some information on these Vruma things.” I interjected while pulling my hair up into a messy bun. “There isn’t any information on them. They aren’t of this world.” Ethan expressed.  “Maybe not by the name of Vruma, but there may be some lure on them with a different name.” I retorted, and he responded by rolling his eyes. “Y/N there won’t be any. Ethan and I have looked for it for it. There is only one book on them, but it’s been lost for centuries.” Grayson explained. “How do you know? How did you guys even come across this? How did you-” I was interrupted by Grayson’s lips on mine. “You ask to many questions.” He said while smiling, “Maybe I should ask more.” I thought out loud which made him chuckle pulling away. The lights started flickering before completely going out and shattering, “Gray… if they can shatter the lightbulbs what stops them from shattering the windows?” I ask slowly trying to have my eyes adjust to the dark. A scream emerged from the lobby of the library after I said that.

To be continued…

A/N-  Shoutout to @dtwritings​ for helping me describe the Vruma. I don’t see a lot of horror stuff involving the twins and like I have been watching some shows I adore that has this aspect and I read books like this so I am sorry this is sort of a first for me but hopefully it gets better and more interesting later on in it.

And for those who didn’t click the link in the fic this is what the Vruma looks like

[aurelia--ferris]

currently;

Elly’s been grappling with how close she wants to get to people in this time---whether she wants to develop any ties that will necessarily be severed when she gets sent back. Nevertheless, she used to be a social animal (not an extrovert, exactly, but very fond of certain people.) Right now, she counts Paxton Semenyuk and Andreya Roche as near-to-friends, for good or ill. Both have some awareness of her situation, and have helped her feel a little more tethered to this timeline, though she has mixed emotions about that happening.

She’s also a fan of Corbin Ealy, because (to her mind) who the fuck wouldn’t be, and enjoys just spending casual time with Lake Valentine, who is closer to her ‘actual’ age, and with his gift for self-propelled rambling, doesn’t demand too much in return. Generally speaking, she gravitates towards anyone who can distract her for a time from what’s in her head, but she draws the line at getting into trouble. She hides in her shell and likes it that way, though she’s shown a more playful personality when she’s happy and feels safe.

On the therapy side, she’s had dealings with both Callum Wesley, who she actually sort of likes even if she’d rather antagonize than talk to him, and Dante Carrington, who she would really like not to like. While Wes seems to approach her from a more friendly standpoint, she appreciates Carrington’s no-bullshit approach to dealing with her Delusion and mental state.

future plots/relationships;

Friendships: As mentioned above, Elly has difficulty building serious ties to anyone here, despite what she might have in common with a lot of them. She feels eternally like an outsider, an observer, and she doesn’t want the heartbreak of saying goodbye to people.

The Quest: Her drive is mostly to collect information---anything at all useful to helping humanity when she goes back to before D-Day. It’s her primary goal, and she sees it as her reason for being here. Something worth exploring would be someone who wants to work at odds to that, and keep her from learning too much.

Deludeds Unite: While no one can probably relate to exactly what she’s going through, the Deluded have a better shot at getting real connections from her. She doesn’t seek anyone out, however, and isn’t given to prying into people’s lives, so this kind of trust takes time to build with her.

Who Am I?: Having been pretty directionless and undecided before, Elly has relied on others to define who she is---the disappointing daughter, the beloved partner, and now the time-traveller on a quest/Deluded misfit. Who she is aside from all of that is a question she’s managed to avoid answering for a very long time. Someone confronting her about this and helping her to face herself would definitely be appreciated.

Side Note re: Ships: Romance is obviously tricky when you’re a newlywed who’s possibly widowed or at the very least displaced from your wife. While it wouldn’t be likely that anyone could ever distract Elly from her adoration of Lucy, flirtation isn’t unwelcome, and complicated relationships can definitely be explored. She’s actually only 21 in her head, and not inherently responsible. Also, Elly is homosexual---just in case she hasn’t mentioned loving women and being married to one 500000 times to you already.

[mouse--quinley]

currently;

Organizing the Rebranding Plot with Corbin Ealy and Pax Semenyuk left Mouse with a night spent in Correctional, and now a security guard shadow. He admitted his guilt to Chancellor Dervilia, but in such a way that it didn’t seem at all believable, putting him right into the category of ‘dumbass troublemaker’ with pretty much everyone else involved. But Mouse still feels that the NWRF needs to be taken down, though he’s unsure what the next step will be.

Roy Walter’s admitting that he was injured by the Chancellor during interrogations hasn’t helped Mouse’s growing paranoia about the safety of the Infected and his friends at the Colony. Although he hasn’t revealed what Roy told him to anyone, it’s another weight on his shoulders.

His ties to people around him have grown stronger, but still remain complicated. Alex Donovan has been putting in extra time to prepare Mouse to one day become an AP trainer. Andee Roche, despite a rather emotional fight they had, has resumed teaching him robotics and engineering. Mouse is gradually building up skills that might be useful to him, with their help, but both are authority figures for him in their own way, something that always pulls old behaviors and resentments to the surface.

After revealing his feelings for Lake Valentine, the two have begun (for lack of a better term) snogging whenever they bloody well can. This is complicated by Lake’s relationship with Ryder Edevane. Both Lake and Mouse are reasonably certain that Ryder will not kill Mouse, when he learns of it. In addition, Mouse has developed a strangely powerful connection to Elsa Copland, an Empath in Calyset who he seems generally smitten with. The circle of people that Mouse feels protective over is expanding rapidly, including Orson Hurst, Roy Walters, and Isha Feinberg. Whether he’ll be able to cope with the added responsibility he feels for keeping his new friends safe, as well as the original Lost Boys, time will have to tell.

future plots/relationships;

Vendetta. Unquestionably, the Lost Boys’ strongest loyalty is to one another---if someone were to get on the wrong side of any one of them, they’d be faced with all the rest. Your character manages to do just that. Good luck getting Mouse to be anything but hostile, or even vengeful depending on what you did to them.

Rebel Rebel. With increasing frustration about the NWRF, Mouse is looking for allies. And especially those who might have good (or terrible, let’s not rule out terrible) ideas for what to do next. You could probably convince him to go along with pretty much anything at this point, as long as it doesn’t risk the people he’s close to.

Antagonists. Mouse likes everyone, and everyone likes Mouse (a blanket statement, but largely true). Let’s change that. Any and all ideas are welcome at this point---easier conflicts would be the ones about his political stance against the NWRF, but something more personal would also be welcome.

[newstfionline]

Thursday, November 11, 2021

Despite reopening, the US is still closed to many in world (AP) The U.S. says that it’s inviting the global community to visit now that the government has ended the ban on travelers from 33 countries. In reality, however, it will still be difficult—if not impossible—for much of the globe to enter the country and experts say it will take years for travel to fully recover. For starters, half the world isn’t vaccinated and therefore doesn’t meet the U.S. requirement for visiting foreigners. So while many Europeans may now be able to come in, people from poorer countries where vaccines are scarce remain cut off, with limited exceptions. Even if you’ve gotten the jab, that might not be good enough. Non-immigrant adults need to have received vaccines authorized by the Food and Drug Administration or which received an emergency use listing from the World Health Organization, otherwise they, too, are prohibited from entering the U.S. That sidelines anyone who’s received Russia’s Sputnik V or the China-produced CanSino jab.

‘When are my parents coming?’—1,300 Afghan children evacuated to U.S. in limbo (Reuters) Ten-year-old Mansoor only narrowly escaped Afghanistan as it fell to the Taliban in August, and while he is now living safely in Washington state with relatives, he asks them every day if he can return. In the chaos around the withdrawal of U.S. troops and the evacuation of more than 70,000 Afghans to the United States, Mansoor was separated from his parents and siblings. Mansoor’s parents are currently in hiding in Afghanistan because of his father’s former position in the Afghan government. Mansoor is among approximately 1,300 children evacuated to the United States from Afghanistan without their parents or legal guardians, according to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services (HHS), which oversees the care of unaccompanied minors.

US food banks struggle to feed hungry amid surging prices (AP) U.S. food banks already dealing with increased demand from families sidelined by the pandemic now face a new challenge—surging food prices and supply chain issues walloping the nation. The higher costs and limited availability mean some families may get smaller servings or substitutions for staples such as peanut butter, which costs nearly double what it did a year ago. “What happens when food prices go up is food insecurity for those who are experiencing it just gets worse,” said Katie Fitzgerald, chief operating officer of Feeding America, a nonprofit organization that coordinates the efforts of more than 200 food banks across the country. Food banks that expanded to meet unprecedented demand brought on by the pandemic won’t be able to absorb forever food costs that are two to three times what they used to be, she said,

Head of Mexican money laundering unit replaced amid wedding scandal (Reuters) The head of Mexico’s financial intelligence unit (UIF) was replaced on Monday, the government said, days after large amounts of cash were found in the possession of guests on the way to his wedding in Guatemala. Guatemalan authorities seized $35,000 in cash from wedding guest Juan Francisco Ealy Ortiz, president of prominent Mexican newspaper El Universal. The Secretary of Tourism for Mexico City, Paola Felix, also resigned following media reports that she was detained at a Guatemalan airport, reportedly on her way to the wedding, for trying to illegally carry a large amount of cash into the country.

Covid: France brings in booster requirement for over 65s (BBC) Over-65s in France will soon only be allowed to travel or visit restaurants and museums if they have a Covid booster jab, President Emmanuel Macron has said. “From 15 December, you will need to provide proof of a booster jab to extend the validity of your health pass,” he warned in a TV address. The new rule further tightens one of the strictest Covid regimes in Europe.

EU readies Belarus sanctions as migrants try to breach Polish border (Reuters) Migrants trapped in Belarus made multiple attempts to force their way into Poland overnight, Warsaw said on Wednesday, announcing that it had reinforced the border as the European Union prepares to impose sanctions on Belarus over the crisis. The bloc’s 27 ambassadors are set to agree on Wednesday that the growing numbers of migrants flying to Belarus to reach the EU border amount to “hybrid warfare” by President Alexander Lukashenko—a legal basis for new sanctions. Germany’s acting Foreign Minister Heiko Maas described images from the Belarusian border, where people are stuck in freezing conditions with little food and shelter, as “horrific” but said the EU could not be blackmailed. Lukashenko has denied using the migrants as weapons and on Wednesday won a fresh show of support from his most powerful ally, Russia, which blamed the EU for the crisis and sent two strategic bombers to patrol Belarusian airspace.

Heavy rain in Sri Lanka leaves 16 dead, thousands displaced (AP) At least 16 people have died in floods and mudslides in Sri Lanka following more than a week of heavy rain, officials said Wednesday. The disaster management center said more than 5,000 people have been displaced from their homes and have taken shelter in relatives’ homes or government-run relief centers. Months of October and November are usually the northeastern monsoon season in Sri Lanka. However, higher than usual rainfalls have been reported in most parts of the country this year.

As many try living with virus, China keeps up zero tolerance (AP) Wang Lijie planned to spend three days in the Gobi Desert last month to take in the area’s famous poplar forest as its trees turned a golden yellow. Instead, the Beijing resident has been stuck for more than three weeks, much of it in quarantine, after authorities discovered a cluster of COVID-19 cases in a nearby city. He was among more than 9,000 tourists who became trapped in Ejin Banner, a remote part of China’s Inner Mongolia region that is in the Gobi. As vaccination rates rise in many parts of the world and even countries that previously had strict COVID-containment strategies gingerly ease restrictions, China is doubling down on its zero-tolerance policy. For authorities in Beijing, control over the virus has become a point of pride, a potent tool of propaganda—and proof, they say, of a superior form of governance. They often trumpet their success at keeping deaths relatively low, especially in contrast to the United States, whose COVID-19 response the Foreign Ministry spokesman has called a “total failure.” “It’s becoming part of the official narrative that promotes that approach and links that to the superiority of the Chinese political system,” said Yanzhong Huang, a senior fellow at the Council on Foreign Relations.

China completing third aircraft carrier (Bloomberg) China is three to six months away from launching its third and most modern aircraft carrier, new analysis shows, in what would be a milestone for President Xi Jinping’s effort to project power into the high seas. The Jiangnan Shipyard near Shanghai has made “steady progress” this year on the vessel, known for now as Type 003, the Center for Strategic and International Studies said in the report dated Tuesday. The center, a Washington-based think tank, added that satellite imagery shows “that the installation of the carrier’s main external components is nearing completion.”

Kishida reelected Japan’s PM in parliamentary vote (AP) Fumio Kishida was reelected as Japan’s prime minister on Wednesday after his governing party scored a major victory in key parliamentary elections. Elected just over a month ago by parliament, Kishida called a quick election in which his governing party secured 261 seats in the 465-member lower house—the more powerful of Japan’s two-chamber legislature—enough to maintain a free hand in pushing legislation through parliament. The Oct. 31 victory increases his grip on power and is seen as a mandate from voters for his weeks-old government to tackle the pandemic-battered economy, virus measures and other challenges. Kishida said he saw the results as a signal that voters chose stability over change.

Beirut stairs (NYT) Fayez Omar has spent nine years delivering meals from an Asian restaurant on his motor scooter to hungry customers around Beirut. But the collapse of Lebanon’s economy two years ago has profoundly reshaped his job. His salary, once worth about $800 per month, is now about $130. Gas costs him three times what it used to. And since Beirut, a city of residential towers, has chronic power outages that disable elevators, he often has to climb stairs to reach his customers. Lots and lots of stairs. “It is exhausting,” said Omar, 37 and a father of three. Some customers take pity and send down baskets on ropes from their balconies, Rapunzel-style, to save him the trip. Some agree to meet him halfway. Yet others are less kind. “They tell me, ‘I made an order,’” Omar said. “You have to come up to me.”

U.N. staff detained in Ethiopia (Foreign Policy) The United Nations is working to free 16 of its Ethiopian staff members after they were detained by police in Addis Ababa. The U.N. staff appear to have been swept up in raids on ethnic Tigrayans in the capital. Local police have maintained that they have only rounded up “followers” of the Tigray People’s Liberation Front (TPLF) and that any arrests are “not ethnically motivated at all.”

International Tongue Twister Day (NPR) Monday is International Tongue Twister Day and if you’re looking for a mouthful, you could celebrate by talking about a sheikh who isn’t feeling well. He’s sixth in line and has some livestock, it seems, and one of his sheep is also under the weather. To explain all this you could say: The sixth sick sheikh’s sixth sheep’s sick. That phrase was featured by Guinness World Records as the most difficult tongue twister in the English language in 1974, the last year the organization tracked tongue twisters. One particularly old and well-known tongue twister dates back to at least 1836, if not earlier. It appeared in Peter Piper’s Practical Principles of Plain and Perfect Pronunciation. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled Peppers: Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled Peppers? If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled Peppers, Where’s the peck of pickled Peppers Peter Piper picked?

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Hi there! I was recently admitted into the class of 2025, and I’m super excited about COA’s academic opportunities! I’m curious what are the pros and cons of the size of the community. I also didn’t know that Bar Harbor and most of Acadia shuts down during the winter. Does the size of the student body and lack of activities happening outside of the college during winter ever feel limiting? Is there much to do outside of class in the winter? I’m afraid of feeling socially limited and homesick.

Hi, and congratulations on your admission! 

In regards to Bar Harbor and Acadia - it’s true we don’t have many tourists here during the winter months, but most of us who live here year-round actually prefer it this way. While the Park Loop Road does mostly close to cars in the winter, most parts of the national park are still accessible and there’s great hiking, ice skating, cross-country skiing, ice fishing, and beauty during the cold months. In addition to the many outdoor activities in the park, there’s a lot going on here on-campus throughout the year -- whether it’s lectures, poetry readings, coffee houses, open mics, club meetings, culture week (including the community show), our winter dance the Aurora Ball-ealis, or (during the pandemic) outdoor fires in one at one of our fire-pits -- most students find that their schedules are in fact way too full rather than not full enough. That said, we are not a city by any means, so if you love having ready access to museums, restaurants, and the culture of a bustling metropolis, Bar Harbor in the winter is going to be a huge change. Winter here is also darker, with shorter days and sometimes the cold weather keeps people indoors more. It really varies from person to person, but sometimes winter can be a harder time. Many students find that doing our winter term in the Yucatan, or taking our winter ecology class, are great ways to escape the winter or embrace the winter, respectively!

In regards to the pros and cons of the size of the community, here’s an opinion from a current student: “One thing that I’m very grateful for at COA is the small class size and relationships you’re able to develop with your professors. I personally find small classes very engaging, the small class size is really nice for discussions and makes it possible to go on some really cool field trips that would normally be impossible with a bigger class. With such a small community, you will quickly begin to recognize people and see a lot of familiar faces around campus. I think the student housing and the on campus community provides a very supportive environment when you come in as a first year student. That being said, I’ve heard from some of my friends that a con of the small community is something along the lines of everyone seems to know about stuff as soon as it happens. I haven’t experienced this first hand, but I do tend to be a little out of the loop when it comes to that kind of thing. I guess another con is if you’re trying to avoid someone it always seems like you see them around every corner. I can’t come up with many cons because part of why I decided to come to COA was because of the small community, so personally there aren’t many cons for me.”

Hope this helps! 

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Through war and triumph (Jakovan Petrov) rises, at (284) years old, serving as (High Priest) residing in (Westland Realm). They are a (witch) that resembles (Michael Ealy). Upon meeting them, they are (clever) and (honest). Don’t be fooled, they can be (outspoken) and (distrustful).

GENERAL INFO

Name: Jakovan Mikhail Petrov

Nicknames/Alias: Misha (by close friends and loved ones)

Face Claim: Michael Ealy

Age: 284 / appears 45

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Species: Witch

Abilities/Powers: Longevity, Necromancy, Water Manipulation

Rank & Realm / Magic Style: High Priest of Westland (50 years) / Dark Magic

PERSONALITY

Since Jakovan can remember he’s always noticed two things. How most of his compliments always revolved around the color of his eyes. And how most failed to fully understand how observant the young witch was. It gave him cause to be  strategic minded and, while not overly cautious, Jakovan’s not one to play his hand. Nor tells what he knows and how he learned it easily. Especially to those that he does not trust.

To outsiders, Jakovan is seen as impatient. He’s straight to the point and likes the meaning of his words to be well understood. It’s funny that the son of a lady and well-respected Westland military guardian with such a natural aversion for politics wound up chosen by his realm’s ancestors to lead his people. If he didn’t fear said ancestors, Jakovan might even laugh about it.

RELATIONSHIPS

Parents: Natalya ‘Natasha’ Petrova (mother - witch, alive; lady at Westland), Jeremias Bell (father - witch guardian, alive; lieutenant general for Westland’s army forces)

Siblings: Andrei Petrov (brother - guardian witch, alive), Maksim Petrov (cousin/adopted brother - guardian witch, alive) & Simeon Petrov (younger brother - witch, alive)

Relationship Status: Married (Closed Marriage)

Exes: Open

Spouse / True Mate: Wren Hartwell-Petrova (alive - faerie, High Priestess of Westland)

Children: Damien Petrov (alive - Witch, Prince of Westland) & Annika Petrova (alive NPC - Unknown species, Princess of Westland)

Current Allies: The Divine Forest

Current Enemies: TBA

Wanted Connections: Link

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Blue Distinguishing Marks: His eyes, sometimes wears glasses, a few scars on his body.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death, child abandonment

Jakovan Mikhail Petrov, also known as Misha to close friends and family, was born and raised in the comfort of Westland. The first born witch born to Lady Natalya “Natasha” Petrova and Jeremias Bell, Jakovan had the luxury of options. On his mother’s side was the destiny of dark magic and the definite future of life within Westland’s nobility as well as the comfortable vision of running the family’s estate after Natasha’s time was over. On his father’s was the choice to continue a history of military excellence. A guardian witch himself, Jeremias made his name influential inside of Westland in his own right without the need, or assistance, of House Petrov. Founded before Jakovan’s existence, House Petrov was one of the first families within Westland. They had a penchant for two things - business and magic. Rumor had it that his forebearers were the first successful practitioners of dark magic. Or so Jakovan had been asked on many occasions. Thus the name Petrov bore weight within the region. Especially when it came to the mastery of dark magic. It was this foundation and legacy that permitted Jakovan the option to choose neither nobility nor a military career. Instead, he chose to travel and become a portal (or diplomat) for Westland instead.

Kings Hill, Northland, Southland and Safe Haven. It was odd to Misha, the warped perceptions that other courts had of his home. Of magic and how some considered it... threatening. Especially the lies that preceded dark magic. Or the ideas that dark witches had no respect for life - that they were simply murders, liars and thieves. Yes, some that practiced dark magic followed their lesser bases and seemed to have less respect for others. But the same was said of some witches that practiced light magic. Life of a Westland portal was more than ‘good versus evil’ or rather ‘light versus dark’ as like all witches from Westland, Jakovan knew that they were two halves of the same whole. That both sides of their one coven existed to maintain a balance. Especially within their realm. Not that he failed to befriend others. Or at the very least, form friendly associations with them. An example being when Jakovan unofficially assist in the release of a former captured nymph princess from Northland. Not that the then portal could declare as much - for his personal actions were a reflection of his entire realm and his aid could’ve been seen as act of war or done at the behest of his superiors. Still, Misha purposely provided empty aid in the capture of the rogue witches that ‘decided’ to help Iris Hale escape and provide her safe passage between realms and back into the Divine Forest.

Yet Jakovan thrived in learning and understanding the customs and differences between the realms. Especially when it came to strategizing, analyzing and discerning why other realms underestimated Westland. He ignored the continuous surprise that met him as he operated smoothly at inter-realm relationships and networking. He was straightforward and honest and saw no need for decorative talks but still managed to get things done. Jakovan did so as he had a goal in mind. He was not a duke nor a lieutenant but the Petrov knew that his role was necessary to help Westland. Jakovan focused on networking, learning what he could and, if needed, changing the opinions about Westland. For the better. No matter his diplomatic location, Jakovan’s bed never saw itself empty unless he desired. He was reasonably young, after all, and stationed far from home. Jakovan’s first child had been a son, Damien, born to him by a nymph that rather be anything but a mother. Damien was properly taken in by House Petrov to be raised in Westland. That was sixty years ago. Followed by Jakovan’s second child, a daughter, Annika, who was born nearly forty-five years ago and enjoyed her time between the realms of both parents.

Jakovan was almost ten years into fatherhood when the unexpected happened. For the last quarter of a century, rumors circulated about the reduction of Westland’s royal family. The Katz were the oldest family within the realm and the realm’s first successful practitioners of light magic. It was their bloodline the ancestors chose to lead the realm. Their High Priestess’ heirs failed to live as long as their matriarch, let alone produce non-stillborn offspring to carry on the will of the ancestors. It had been a recurring problem since before Jakovan could remember. But as a Petrov, a member of the first family to successfully first practice dark magic, it wasn’t Misha’s place to comment. For his words would be seen as a complaint, a desire for a change of leadership, and, more importantly, a voice of disrespect to the ancestors. Which was not so. When the last Katz, and Westland’s High Priestess, closed her eyes and crossed over onto the final plane - Westland was torn.

Light witches claimed that the next oldest family to practice their style magic was the obvious choice to lead the realm. While dark witches looked towards the Petrovs, specifically among its eldest members to claim the vacant throne. The internal balance that the ancestors worked so hard to maintain, throughout the generations, had returned to its roots. The original argument between witches that caused the ancestors to step in to provide their voice and guidance had arose, like a ghost, from the grave. On the final night of the Autumnal Equinox, during a dark magic traditional ritual, the ancestors spoke and chose Jakovan Petrov as Westland’s new High Priest. To his utter surprise. While his mother Natasha was a dark witch, quite talented in her own right, and born of Petrov blood. The ancestors appointed him. Over her along with Misha’s uncles and older cousins. He’d been the first born witch to Natasha and Jeremias, a guardian witch. If there was one absolute truth inside of Westland, it was to not argue nor contest with the ancestors. The rising tide of internal conflict ended in Westland and balance was restored.

The appointment was a great honor. Both for Jakovan and House Petrov. The new High Priest’s former career as a portal aided in his rule during the last half century as High Priest. The scrutinizing inter-realm knowledge and connections that he’d gathered had helped to ease the misconception of Westland held by some outsiders. His previous aid, a mere century ago, with Iris Hale caused the new High Priest greater access to the Divine Forest. Especially for a realm with whom Westland wasn’t officially aligned. Merely pleasant neighbors. In the last six years, Jakovan crossed paths with his true mate, Wren Hartwell, a faerie from Southland. Prior to officially meeting Wren, the single father and established High Priest, knew of the existence of true mates. Jakovan’s parents were mates. Yet at the age of two hundred and seventy-nine years, the dark witch presumed that since he hadn’t met his mate prior that he didn’t have one. Which was fine - especially for the interested parties desiring to be Westland’s official co-leader at his side. ...But then came Wren. It was hard for Jakovan to explain, specifically, how the faerie entered his life and how he would give the entirety of Lume Noua for her to remain by his side. Just that he would. If the devotion that Jakovan had for his ancestoras, Westland and family were his life force. Then the fierce emotion that felt for Wren was easily comparable to the beat of his very heart. The acceptance of her by Damien and his family less than a year into their courtship cemented what Jakovan already knew and by the next year, the same one that Iris Hale ascended as Goddess of the Divine Forest, Jakovan and Wren were wed.

With the final remnants of the original truce falling away by the death of its last creator, Jakovan strove to continue the work of Westland’s ancestors and to maintain its internal balance. The shifting political landscape of Lume Noua be damned. He had a realm to lead and protect, after all.