#words are easy. tools of deception

[yuechihua]

everything you said about characters caring deeply for each other without the need for a romantic angle was so so relatable. i love those kinds of stories and i personally think these ambiguous relationships are so fun to play with… narrative wise too because you don’t need to add cliche markers of romance and instead focus on how each character shows affection and care. (ighter anon)

I'm glad you agree!! I also really love the sort of stories where love doesn't need a big, grand gesture or explicit declaration, but is present in everything the characters do and how they think and how they act. It's something that's just so entwined into who they are... Also, I think ambiguous relationships, where the love isn't able to be defined because it's greater than language, are more romantic to me in general, haha! Other people's words can't capture what's so unique and special between these two people, or the intensity of their specific emotion!

I also agree that it's nice when you can focus on how each character would show affection! I think it's fun considering how individual circumstances and personality influence how characters would react in regards to love. Writing x reader fic is really just an exercise in analysis for me in that regards lmfao

[wholoveseggs]

hi! ik youve done smth similar to this but i'd like to request like an enemy-to-lover elijahxreader with him just being an asshole. with eventual smut and teasing. ty!

The Gardener {Part One}

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part One

The relationship between witches and vampires has always been fraught with complexity— a toxic mix of power and revenge. Raised to preserve nature’s balance, you’ve been taught that vampires are a perversion of life itself. You have a duty and a purpose, to eliminate all vampires. You're willing to do whatever it takes to fulfill it, even if that means falling into bed with the enemy.

♡♡ Thanks for the request beautiful anon! This is a story I've wanted to tell for a while, I hope y'all enjoy it...♡♡

3.7k words - Warnings: no smut in this one, but lots of drama, angst, violence and deception... reader is a bit of a fanatic, witches, magic, murder && vervain...

{Part Two}{Part Three}{Part Four}

{Elijah Mikaelson Tag-List }

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@absolutemarveltrash @darkened-writer @nina6708 @evasmlp

You wiped the sweat off your brow before picking up another bag of soil. Entering through the front gates of the compound, you dropped the bag next to the others and paused to catch your breath. You took a few more steps down the hall, entering a lavishly decorated courtyard. You had always been curious about what the compound looked like on the inside; you were not disappointed. Beautiful ivy laced up the old walls, spanning over arched balconies and expensive antique furniture was thoughtfully placed throughout. It was cozy, fantastical, and a little medieval; the only hint of modernity was string lights artfully hanging about.

It was easy to get swept up in the beauty of the place, so you had to remind yourself of all the evil the people that lived here had done. It was a sobering thought and you felt a surge of righteous anger. Your mind raced back to the countless people who had been hurt by these monsters. The innocent lives lost.

The ancestors had bestowed a glorious mission upon you and you were honored to be chosen. To take down one of the oldest and most powerful families of vampires was no small feat. It was not something you took lightly.

You returned to your task and carried on with your work. Gathering your tools from your car and retrieving the last bag of soil from the trunk. It was all very heavy, and the warm Louisiana weather was making you thirsty. You lugged the remaining supplies back inside the gate, dropping them down into a pile. Letting out a relieved sigh, you leaned against the wall and took a long sip from your water bottle, then another, then a third one to finally quench your thirst. You pooled a bit more of the water into your hands and splashed it on your warm face.

"Can I fetch you a wheelbarrow?" said a smooth voice from across the courtyard.

You spun around to find an amused looking gentleman, dressed in a three-piece suit. The infamous Elijah Mikaelson. He was not exactly what you had imagined, though it wasn't entirely surprising. A good predator hides behind a pleasing facade.

He was attractive, that was certain and he had the sort of charisma that could disarm you. He was smiling, his eyes dark and intense, like he could see right through to your skin and bones.

You put on your best smile, trying to be friendly and non-threatening. "Yes, that would be very helpful, thank you," you said breathlessly, wiping the water and sweat from your face.

He nodded and disappeared down the hall. You watched him go, admiring his handsome features as he left. You had a good feeling about this, he could be your way in.

You stepped further into the center of the courtyard, straining your neck trying to get a look at the opulent rooms beyond the second-floor balconies. What you were looking for was probably up there somewhere, just waiting for you to take it.

Elijah returned, pushing a large wheelbarrow before him.

"Thank you," you said, as he handed it off to you.

"It's nothing," he replied with a soft smile.

"Are you Klaus? I'm the one you hired to plant your garden," you replied politely, extending your hand. You needed to play the part of the naive gardener, clueless to who and what he was.

He chuckled, glancing at the bags of soil piled at the entrance. "No, I'm not Niklaus, but I did deduce what you were here for. My name is Elijah; Niklaus is my brother," he took your hand and shook it gently.

You knew exactly who he was, practically learning his name not long after you learned your own. He was the poised one, the liar, the deceiver. You had been taught to be wary of him, for his soft words and empty promises always led to death.

You didn't let any of this show, smiling back at him and saying, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Elijah."

It was a simple performance, all you needed to do was maintain it, add a bit of sincerity to your mannerisms. You pretended to be flustered by his charm, reaching up and twiddling the piece of verbena you had braided into your hair.

"So do you two own this place? It's beautiful," you remarked, looking up once again at the stunning architecture. "The ivy is incredible."

"Thank you; it's been in our family for years. Would you like a tour of the place?" He said, his eyes on your twiddling hand. You immediately put your arm down.

"I would love to, but I promised your brother I would finish setting everything up before the end of the day," you replied, pointing to the pile of supplies.

"It's quite alright, I will help you."

"Oh no, it's okay, I can manage-"

"Please," he said, his brown eyes looking deeply into yours.

This almost felt too easy, a part of you was suspicious, but you couldn't deny the thrill of playing the game. If you could win the favor of a Mikaelson, it would certainly help your cause.

"Alright," you replied with a nod. "Could you show me to your greenhouse?"

"Of course, follow me," he replied, walking ahead.

You picked up your bag of fertilizer and began the task of wheeling the heavy materials across the courtyard. Elijah glanced back at you with a concerned look on his face.

"Let me," he offered.

"That's alright, I've got it," you said, pushing the wheelbarrow with a grunt.

He didn't look convinced, but he didn't press the matter further. He led the way towards the back of the estate, opening the doors for you. He had a way about him, a posture and stride of a man who had the confidence to do anything.

Because he wasn't a man, but a beast, and the world was his prey. You had to remind yourself not to be intimidated, even if it was difficult. You had trained for this, prepared yourself to face the most vile of creatures.

The greenhouse was large, with old, wooden tables full of tools and gardening supplies. The sunlight shone through the glass, illuminating the rows and rows of empty flower beds. You smiled, admiring the beauty of the space. It was the perfect place to create, to nurture life. The irony of it being located at the center of the den of death made you laugh.

Elijah gave you a curious look. "Is something funny?"

"It's nothing," you replied. "I'm just excited to get started. The weather is perfect."

He raised an eyebrow, looking a bit skeptical, his eyes traveling down your body, taking in your appearance. You looked a bit eccentric, with a pair of overalls covered in colorful patches and flowers braided into your hair. It was all a part of the persona, an act, and it worked. He relaxed his stance and gave you a smile, then he took the wheelbarrow from your hands and unloaded the soil with ease.

"You didn't have to do that. If you keep helping me like this, I might have to pay you and not the other way around," you joked, setting down your bag of tools on the workbench across from the door.

He smiled, taking a step back and raising his hands playfully in mock surrender. He leaned against the door frame, surveying you as you unpacked your things. "How long have you been a gardener?" He asked.

"I've been doing this professionally since I was eighteen, but I've loved it my whole life," you replied honestly, setting the seeds you had brought with you on the table. "I own a shop not far from here."

He nodded, glancing at the bags of fertilizer and plants, then back at you. "Do you enjoy it?"

"Of course. What's not to enjoy? Being able to create something beautiful, nurturing it, watching it grow. I love it."

You were being sincere and honest this time, no need to change everything about yourself. He studied you carefully, then made his way towards you, pulling out his handkerchief and gesturing for you to take it. "You have some soil on your forehead."

You blushed, taking the fabric and cleaning yourself; that was entirely on accident, but it was working well for your act. "Hazards of the job," you said, giving him a sweet smile and handing it back to him.

He smirked, sliding the used handkerchief into his pocket with a practiced grace. "It's no problem at all; I'll leave you to your work," he moved to leave when he suddenly paused and turned back to face you. "I don't mean to be impolite, but what do you have in your hair?"

"What?" You replied, feeling the side of your head where your hair was braided. You knew exactly what he was talking about, but it was important to feign innocence. "Oh, it's verbena, one of the plants your brother asked me to grow," you pulled the flower out of your hair and twirled it between your fingers. "It's an herb, and it smells nice, too," you lifted the blossom towards him.

He didn't make any move to take it from you, and you knew exactly why. Verbena was known for repelling vampires, you had braided the sprigs into your hair and woven it into the band of your hat. They were small enough to be ignored, but they were powerful.

"Out of curiosity, what else did he ask you to grow?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Hmm, let's see," you turned away from him searching for the list you had left in your bag. "Monkshood, Sage, Yarrow, Verbena, and Winter bloom," you read off to him. "Klaus told me he liked the colors together."

You both knew that was utter bull shit. All of the plants were herbs with various magical properties, especially in the hands of a witch.

"Hmmm, of course he did, my brother can be very particular," he replied, looking a bit uneasy.

"It sounds like a diabolical witch's brew straight out of a fairy tale," you laughed, and so did he, but the tension was still there.

"It does, doesn't it." He paused for a moment, as though he was debating whether or not he should say something. "The verbena suits you. You should keep wearing it in your hair."

You smiled, blushing and twirling the flower between your fingers, "Thank you, I think I will."

"I will leave you to your work. My brother will be returning shortly, so if you have any questions, please feel free to ask him."

"Thank you," you replied cheerfully, "I appreciate that."

With that, he walked out of the greenhouse, shutting the door behind him. Once you were alone, the smile dropped from your face. Your hands were shaking and the adrenaline was coursing through your body. You were scared and excited all at the same time, the rush was overwhelming. It had been a risk, to flirt so brazenly with danger, but it had paid off.

Soon you would have your prize and the ancestors would honor you for generations to come.

You had your headphones on, humming along to your music as you worked on planting a row of winter bloom. It had taken a couple of hours to organize all the flowerbeds and fill them with soil. Now, the hardest part was getting everything planted.

You felt a large vibration through the floor, then another. You stood, pulling off your headphones; a blood-curdling scream echoed through the hallway, along with a loud crash coming from the courtyard. You quickly shut off the music and crept towards the door, peeking your head out. You heard angry voices and saw the shadow of a fight moving along the walls.

You stepped out into the open, walking slowly towards the noise, your spade clutched tightly in your fist. You peeked around the corner to find a gruesome sight.

Crumbled on the floor was what looked to be a pile of bodies, blood pooling out around them. Another scream came from above. You looked up to see Klaus on the third floor, holding a woman by her neck as he dangled her over the railing. Her feet kicking erratically as she helplessly struggled.

"You know the rules, no magic in the quarter," he yelled, his voice crackling with rage, pulling the woman close to his face. "You witches think you can make moves against my family and live," he said in hushed fury. "Now I have to use you and your conspirators as an example."

The woman gasped and clawed at his arm. Her face was turning blue, and her eyes were bulging. Klaus glanced down, meeting your eyes. Then he dropped her, her scream cut off as she hit the floor, a loud crack reverberating through the compound.

Suddenly, Klaus was in front of you. You tried to use the spade to defend yourself, striking out in his direction. He laughed and grabbed it from you with extreme ease. He then planted both of his hands against the wall on either side of your head. His eyes were black with murder, blood dripping from his grinning mouth. You tried to look away from his horrifying face, too frightened to even scream.

It was him, the fabled beast, the abomination. You could hear the voices of your ancestors, thousands of voices yelling out in anger, screaming at him.

Kill him, kill him, kill him, they chanted, louder and louder until it was all you could hear.

He grabbed your face, forcing you to look into his eyes and all the chanting turned to screams of fear and agony. Like they were being slaughtered by him all over again.

"Hello love, you must be the new gardener," he said, his words soft and gentle, "I'll be sure to give you a generous tip, for services rendered."

You wanted to tell him that he was the devil, the monster, the bringer of death. That you would be the one to end him. But you were paralyzed with terror, the screams and images were too much. You shut your eyes tight, trying to block it all out, but it was impossible. You started to sob, tears rolling down your cheeks, mixing with the dirt on your face.

"Look at me," he said softly, his fingers digging painfully into your cheeks.

You opened your eyes, your vision blurry and your head spinning. He had a strange look on his face, half amused, half concerned. He brushed away your tears with his thumbs, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"You won't remember anything about today; all you know is that you did another excellent day of work and finished all the planting," he said slowly, staring deeply into your eyes.

He let go of your face and offered you the spade. You looked down, taking it from his steady hand with your shaking one. He believed he could compel you, and you had to convince him that was true. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, remembering your training, focusing on slowing down your heart, relaxing your muscles. You couldn't panic, or you would die.

You looked back up at him, and he seemed pleased with himself, smiling brightly, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Go back to your work," he said, patting you on the shoulder before disappearing down the hall.

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you tried to compose yourself. You were so scared you could barely stand. You had faced the beast, and you had survived. The screams in your head were deafening, the images of the dead witches flashed through your mind, the pain of their deaths searing through your body. But slowly, all their garbled words turned into one unifying chant.

Death to all vampires, death to all vampires, you whispered, echoing their words, clutching your spade tightly in your fist.

You half walked, half ran from your car to your shop, scrambling inside. You threw your tool bag behind the counter and headed to the back room. You faced the stone wall, and with trembling fingers, you slid aside the brick that hid the hidden latch. Your hand was shaking so hard you could barely get the door open.

Once it swung open, the scent of incense wafted through the air, filling your nose. The others had already gathered, all seven of them, the other witches who were brave enough to make a stand against the vampire scourge.

You rushed into the small room and shut the door behind you, turning to face them. They were waiting for you, looking at you expectantly.

"Report," Agnes demanded, her eyes narrowed and her hands gripping her cane tightly.

"They don't suspect a thing," you said, your voice still a little shaky. "The abominations bought my act,"

"And the ash?" Agnes asked.

"Location still unknown," you replied.

She nodded, seeming satisfied with the news, "very well,"

"How was it? Facing them, what were they like?" Your friend Beatrice asked, her brown eyes wide with concern.

"It was horrible," you replied, "they are just as ancestors say,"

"We need to plan the next steps," Maeve interjected, she was always impatient, wanting everything to happen as soon as possible.

"Maeve," Beatrice chastised. "If they suspect something is amiss, this could all fall to ruin,"

"We have a way in, that's the first step completed, we should not waste any time," Maeve argued. "Y/n can only plant a garden so slowly, when she is done we will lose all access to the compound."

Agnes was about to reply, but the door chime of the shop rang, cutting her off. "I will handle this," you said, taking a deep breath.

You looked to your sisters and nodded, leaving them and going back out into the shop. You would be right back to finish the meeting, you just had to quickly deal with a customer.

You put a smile on your face and rounded the corner, only to come face to face with one of the monsters you were just talking about.

Elijah.

He was standing by a shelf, looking at a potted plant. You swallowed, composing yourself before walking towards him.

"Mr. Mikaelson," you said as cheerfully as you could, "what can I do for you today?"

He looked up at you and smiled, putting the pot back down.

"I apologize for the intrusion," he said politely. "I wanted to see your shop, it's lovely," he gestured to the display shelves and many plants hanging from the ceiling.

"Thank you, I've spent a lot of time making it this way," you replied, feeling a bit proud.

"Your work in the greenhouse is quite impressive," he said, looking back at you, a curious expression on his face.

"It was nothing," you laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck, trying not to meet his gaze.

"I wanted to ask you something," he continued, walking around the store, looking at the various plants.

"Ask away,"

"You're a witch," he said casually, picking up a pot of herbs, taking in their fragrance.

You felt your heart stop, but you tried to remain calm. You had prepared for this, bumps in the road are to be expected.

"That's more of a statement than a question." You said as calmly as you could.

"Yes, well, you've done a very good job of hiding it, so much so that my brother didn't even suspect," he glanced at you, his brown eyes dark, almost black. "It seems strange that you would take a job as a gardener in a vampire's home."

"Why does that matter?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

He stepped closer, and you backed up, bumping into the shelving behind you. Leaning down, his face hovering inches from yours, you could feel the heat of his breath on your face, and you were frozen in place.

"I like you," he whispered, "and I want to give you a chance to explain yourself."

You stared him directly in the eye, trying not to flinch or show any emotion. "It's important to protect yourself in these times,"

He chuckled, looking amused. "You speak of the ban on magic? My brother's rule of the quarter?"

"Yes," you replied simply.

He nodded, a small smile on his lips. "And how would you like to change that?"

You swallowed, the voices of your ancestors ringing in your ears. Lie, lie, lie, they commanded.

"I'm simply trying to survive," you answered, it wasn't a lie, just an incomplete truth. "I have no love for my kind,"

"Hmm," he mused, his dark eyes studying your face. He reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek. "So, tell me, are you planning on harming my family?"

You could feel his energy, his power. He was ancient, powerful, and deadly. "Of course not," you replied, looking up at him, praying your face didn't betray you.

He didn't respond, his gaze searching yours. He was close, so close, you could smell the cologne on his skin, the subtle hints of soap and shampoo. You knew the stories, the horrors, here you were, staring into the eyes of death himself.

You leaned in and kissed him, placing a hand on his chest. It was a wild gamble, but one that you hoped would explain your nervous energy.

He stiffened, surprised at the sudden contact. Then, as if he remembered himself, his hands grabbed you, pulling you in tightly against him. You had been told over and over that vampires were monsters, cold and heartless, but the heat radiating from him was overwhelming. He was so gentle and his lips were so soft. He pulled away, his eyes boring into yours. You were sure that he could see into your soul, see all the secrets and plans you were hiding. But, if he did, he didn't say anything.

"Well," he said, releasing you and straightening his suit jacket, "I'll see you tomorrow then."

You were about to say something when he was gone. You let out a sigh of relief, slumping against the shelves.

"Shit," you whispered.

You could see your path now, the way forward to victory, to eliminate the world of vampires. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself. You couldn't fail, not now, not when you had come so far.

All that was required was that you seduce a monster.

{Part Two}{Part Three}{Part Four}

[askanaroace]

Nov Carnival of Aros: Aplatonic - Aplatonic Advice

So this month's Carnival is hosted by @exploringaspec on the topic of aplatonicism.

Now, I've written quite a bit about my aplatonicism and aplatonicism in general already (all of which AUREA is welcome to quote if anything is interesting enough).

Loneliness - I Don't Think I Experience It

Aplatonicism guitar playing metaphor

Afamilial Thoughts

How I Came to the Aplatonic Label

Platonic vs romantic love

Coping with loneliness

Dealing with guilt

So it was quite difficult for me to come up with something I wanted to talk about this month. Since I am an advice blog, I think I will go with some general advice to anybody aplatonic, aplatonic spectrum, or questioning.

-> Remember, aplatonic is just like any other label. It's a tool. It's not meant as a diagnosis. You don't need to meet some standard or pass some test to be valid. Is the term aplatonic useful to you in some way? Does it make you feel good/comfortable/seen to use the label? Does it help you connect with a community of people who have similar experiences to you? Do you want to ID as aplatonic? If you answered yes to any ONE of those, then try the label out! You make the label work for you. You don't work yourself to the label. Use it when, how, and if you feel like it. That includes not using or discarding the term if it doesn't work for you, even if you might technically fit into the definition.

-> There's no one way you have to feel. I mean this multiple ways. You're not somehow inherently "wrong" for not feeling A Way(TM) about the people in your life just because a lot of people may feel differently than you. There's not one way to be aplatonic, either. The term has multiple, wide definitions. It can refer to people who don't experience platonic crushes. It can refer to people who don't experience platonic love. It can refer to people who have difficulty, disinterest, and/or discomfort in making, managing, or maintaining platonic relationships. Again: do you connect to the term in some way? That's what matters. Language is a tool. That's it.

-> Foster whatever kinds of relationships you desire or that make you happy. Don't foster relationships you don't desire or that make you unhappy. You can be aplatonic and allosexual. You can be aplatonic and alloromantic. You can be aplatonic and experience alterous attraction. You can be aplatonic and want a committed partner of some kind. You can be aplatonic and polyamorous. You can be aplatonic and experience familial, aesthetic, sensual, etc. attraction. You can be aplatonic and want none of that. You can be aplatonic and be a hermit/recluse. You can be aplatonic and enjoy having acquaintances or other casual platonic relationships. Instead of getting hung up on the label, explore what makes you happy - and what doesn't. And it's okay if this changes over time (short- or long-term).

-> Relationships aren't the only thing in life. Feel free to focus on hobbies, art, sports, exercise, cooking, baking, fashion, work, volunteering, animals, education, meditation, spirituality. In fact, I would encourage everyone to not forgot those parts of life exist and to pursue other parts of yourself beyond your relationship to other people.

I hope there are some helpful words in here if you needed them.

Volunteering for the Carnival is deceptively easy, and we have an open spot for December and January. If there's a topic you want to engage the community in, please reach out. All you need is a topic idea and a place you can receive submissions at. If you don't even have a place to host - we'll help with that.

[hiswordsarekisses]

By AnnStewartPorter:

She had caught him abusing her son.

He went to jail. He got out of jail. He kidnapped his sons and they still haven’t found them. She despised him.

She had every right to hate.

Nobody would blame her. But….

It takes an immense amount of energy to hate. It’s more than exhausting to spend your day picking and choosing to hate. Oh you might trick yourself into thinking it’s important judgement, a righteous opinion, a well deserved justification or any

other self deceptive thing…when in truth, it’s just pampered hate.

One of the hiding places of hatred

is in grief. A wounding. A betrayal.

A pain too deep for words. A past, a trail of festering sores and sorrows.

It can be a perpetual process.

It can taste so bitter, we struggle

with it going down into the work

of the Holy Spirit.

Hatred can be intoxicating.

Most certainly, consuming.

Absolutely deceitful.

It’s life out of context.

Extract love and the energy will shift.

Even if the pain is still prevailing,

love will begin to heal you.

It may not mean you change your feelings about the situation.

God allows pain with a purpose.

Whether we understand it or not,

we are to trust Him with its process, its healing and its lesson.

Because it is such a deceptive tool for the Adversary to use, it’s so imperative we pray for discernment.

Surrendering your hatred doesn’t mean you tolerate the unthinkable.

And it may well be a long process of journey through hatred to love.

When pain overwhelms us, it’s easy to use hate to get through it.

But, it also slowly destroys us, roots

us in bitterness rather than love.

One of my favorite passages of Scriptures addresses this so eloquently that I couldn’t do justice

to this post, without it.

“For this reason I bow my knees

to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,from whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with might through His Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the width and length and depth and height to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations,

forever and ever. Amen.”

{Ephesians 3: 14-21}

Everytime I read it, I realize how pathetic I love. I am not as rooted

and grounded in love as Christ

desires me to be.

If we are ever going to have any true connection with overcoming the hatred in our exhausted groaning whimpering world, we must demand ourselves to be rooted and grounded in love…

Not in our opinions…

Not in our pain…

Not in our perspective …

Not in our desires ….

Not in our reality…

But in love. Divine love.

Not the cute frilly valentine card love,

the deep rooted, pulling out the strongholds, jerking out the bitterness, sacrificial, dying to self, total surrender…love.

Yeah, I know. I hear your sigh.

And yes, only through faith in Christ.

But oh how I want to love like Jesus loves me. I know you do too.”

~AnnStewartPorter

[gimmie-a-sammich]

Absolution | Chapter 3 | A Necessary Escape

Pairings: Resistance!Ateez x Fem!Original Character, Resistance!??? x Fem!Original Character, feat other idols

Genre: (18+ Minors DNI) Dystopian au, smut, angst, fluff

Summary: Absolution: act of absolving; a freeing from blame or guilt; release from consequences, obligations, or penalties. Haunted by the guilt of her choices, Serafina desperately searches for a way to atone for her sins. In a world ruled by power and corruption, will she find the forgiveness she seeks? Is she worthy of absolution? Maybe stumbling upon the resistance is the answer she's been looking for.

Chapter Warnings: deception, manipulation, mentions of past trauma, mentions of past deaths, escape, fist fights (but Sera is still a badass)

Word Count: 14.4k

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Sera stumbled back up to her room, clutching her knotted stomach. Her father’s plans made her nauseous, the metallic taste of bile brewing beneath her tongue. The small-scale brainwashing and manipulation had already taken a significant toll on her, contributing to her feelings of self-loathing just as much as her kill count. Mentally she couldn’t handle influencing the masses to bend to her father. As long as she was within her father’s grasp the people of Meridian would never be safe, not with this nefarious plot. Not with her father in power.

She needed to get out, and get out now. 

In a rush, she locked the door behind her, no longer caring about her mother’s warning for staying in her room. There were no tears left in her body to cry. Now she felt numb, desperately trying to form a coherent thought. 

Escape was necessary. But how? 

What would happen to Ryland if she left? 

For the time being, she pushed her brother out of her mind, focusing instead on how she was going to get out of the compound unseen. She had to leave. The best time would be early in the morning. She knew the guard schedule by heart and her favorite set at the main gates went on rotation at 3am. They would be easy to manipulate, but she would need to do it right at the beginning of their shift before more people started coming in and out. It would be much easier to slide out then, and she would be able to put some distance between herself and the compound before her absence was noticed. Sera hated that she needed to use her powers, but in this case it was a necessary evil. 

In a rush she searched her closet for one of the large military backpacks. She needed to travel light, but would need some clothes and other necessities to survive on the run. She grabbed a few pairs of practical pants, long sleeve shirts, tank tops, hoodies, a rain jacket, thick socks, and underwear. At this point she was a professional at packing, folding everything tightly and neatly to leave enough room for an extra pair of shoes. The sleeping bag would be tightly rolled along the top, rations and other survival tools kept within the many pockets. Of course she would need some toiletries, not wanting to live like a complete heathen while on the road. If she played her cards right she would be able to sleep at inns and hotels along the way, not always on the roadside. With that thought in mind, she found the box she’d also hidden in her closet, stuffed to the brim with money. She had been saving it for as long as she could remember, never knowing why, but increasingly thankful she’d been tucking it away. 

Oddly enough, she felt a twisted sense of gratefulness towards her parents. Escape would be much easier since no one outside the inner circle or the compound knew what she looked like. Even her name had been kept a secret. Her face would not be plastered across Meridian like some wanted criminal. Honestly, her escape would more than likely be kept quiet. No one would know the Crown was missing its most prized possession. 

Now she needed to get to the training building since it housed most of the other supplies she needed, including the ration packs. Getting in wouldn’t be a problem, it would be getting out unnoticed with handfuls of packs. Easily, she came up with a solution, silently muttering to herself for not thinking of the obvious answer immediately. It was not uncommon for her to go into the training room with a duffle bag. She would do a quick workout, hopefully avoiding people while she went. Afterwards she would sneak into the supply room, grab what she needed, and stuff it into the bag. 

Truthfully, she knew it would be good for her to do some sort of physical activity, even if there wasn’t an ounce of desire to do so. While sparring was totally off the table, a few miles on the treadmill could do wonders for her head. Running had a way of clearing her thoughts, the only focus being the pounding of her feet. She preferred to run outdoors, but her current situation called for the gym. 

Sera quickly changed into workout attire, throwing her hair up in a messy bun. Her hair tangled around the damn ring, but she knew better than to take it off just yet. Wearing it wouldn’t draw the same unwanted attention as not having it on her hand. She would pretend to be happy about the engagement if she did happen to run into anyone. Faking it would be difficult, but nothing she hadn’t done a million times over. 

The walk to the training building was a quiet one. Sera felt very self conscious of the empty duffle bag hitting her side with each step. Those she did pass didn’t say anything to her other than the obligatory ‘princess’ with a shallow nod. In times like these she also felt a shred of gratitude towards her extensive military training. Even though her mind was racing, her body remained calm. She handled this type of pressure and the pressure of missions extremely well, carrying herself in the same way she always did. Only afterwards did her walls crumble.

Although she expected the room to be empty, finding Jay leisurely jogging on one of the treadmills didn’t surprise Sera. Did he know about the announcement?. 

Jay stopped the treadmill the moment he saw Sera walking through the archway, sprinting at her in full force. He nearly knocked her over, wrapping her up in a sweaty hug, but Sera didn’t mind. 

“Hey, Sera,” he said, not relinquishing his hold around her shoulders.

“Hey, Jay.” Sera’s arms wrapped around him just as tightly. 

He dipped his head slightly to rest his cheek atop her head. “Are you okay? We heard about your, uh, your engagement.” 

With a massive sigh Sera squeezed him tighter. She never had to pretend with Jay, but she couldn’t tell him how she felt in this case. She couldn’t risk putting Jay in a compromised position, especially with her leaving. Jay’s loyalty towards Changkyun couldn’t be questioned.

“I’m okay, Jay. I promise. It was a surprise to say the least, but it could be worse. Much worse.” 

Finally Jay released Sera from the hug, but moved his hands to clasp Sera’s shoulders. Their eyes met, Jay obviously searching for her real feelings. “Let me say this… if you’re happy, I’m happy. Whatever you’re feeling I’ll get behind, good or bad. It’s going to be weird for all of us now. I can’t imagine not having you on this team. But, you will always have Jiwoo and me in your corner. You can always count on us, no matter what. Okay?”

Sera had long since gotten over Jay’s instances of maturity. Jay was definitely the moodmaker of their little team, but always knew the moments to put that aside. Emotionally smarter than he would ever let on, Jay often understood everyone’s moods and underlying feelings, even if they weren’t always expressed. He knew better than to pry for more, but made sure that Sera knew where he stood without outright saying it. Sera gave him a genuine smile despite the all too familiar pang in her chest. How she would miss him and Jiwoo.

“I know, Jay, and I appreciate it. But, how did you already know that I was off the team? That wasn’t part of the announcement.” 

Jay’s hands dropped, one running through his sweat slicked hair. His eyes fell to the floor while he gnawed on his lower lip. Sera could see the internal debate going through his head on what he should say. “We, uh, had a briefing early this morning. Changkyun, Ender, Ji, and I. He told us… and then he said we would be meeting a few potentials for your replacement tomorrow at the base.” Sadness lingered on his face. “I’m sorry, Sera. I really am.” 

Sera felt tears forming. Not for being off the team. But for Jay’s guilt about the situation. None of this was his fault, yet here he apologized for the team’s behalf. “Jay, it’s fine. You don’t need to be sorry. You and Ji… well I hope that even though I’m off the team we will stay friends. Right?” She felt compelled to ask, even though no friendship could continue in her absence. But she needed the peace of mind in knowing.

Jay laughed at her question, pulling in Sera for another hug. “You aren’t getting rid of either of us.” She relaxed. The assurance placated her brain. “I’ll let you run in peace, okay?” 

“Thanks, Jay. You’re pretty spectacular, you know that?” 

He shot her a dazzling smile as he went to the cubby containing his things. “Of course I know, Sera.” 

With a final wink, he was out the door, leaving Sera alone. She placed her bag in one of the cubbies before making her way to the treadmill. Jay had forgotten to clear it, letting Sera see just how long he had been going. The crazy guy had been running for over an hour before Sera interrupted him.

Clearing the screen, Sera set her pace to a brisk walk to warm her legs up. The interaction with Jay made her forgo stretching and she didn’t want to strain her body by starting too fast. Soon, she settled into a decent pace, not a full out sprint but more than a slow jog. Her mind went blank, just as she had hoped. Everything faded out besides the sound of her feet. 

After about 30 minutes, Sera decided she had enough. The intention wasn’t to push herself today, only to work up enough of a sweat that she wouldn’t look too conspicuous. Clearing the screen and wiping down the treadmill, she grabbed one of the yoga mats. A few more moments in the training room wouldn’t jeopardize her plan. If anything, the more time she spent here, the better. Hopefully it would make the day go by faster.

For a moment Sera laid back on the mat, hands covering her face. Thankfully her brain was too tired from her run to let her thoughts go wild. She focused only on her plan. On her escape. She lost herself so deeply iin her plan development that she didn’t hear the faint footsteps steadily growing louder.

“Oh… Sera.” 

Changkyun. Of course it would be Changkyun. Sera sighed, raising her back from the mat. Avoiding him was no longer an option.

She turned to face him, forcing a small smile. “Hey, Changkyun.”

He paused in the entryway, unsure of his next move since Sera had made it clear that she wanted space from him. His hands immediately went into the pockets of his joggers. “I can go.”

With a sigh, Sera shook her head. “I was done here anyway,” she stood, grabbing the mat and rolling it up. 

Changkyun entered the room, dropping his belongings to the floor, eyes never leaving Sera. A faint smirk flickered through his face when he saw the ring on her hand. Slowly, he made his way over to her once she returned the mat to its proper spot. 

“Sera… will you please forgive me?” His voice was so low, so soft. 

She fought the urge to flinch when his hand touched the small of her back. She had to play into his desires, as much as she didn’t want to. Instead of shying away, she turned to face him. It took everything she had to meet his eyes. Per usual with her, they were warm and soft. It was hard to believe that he could be so possessive, yet the overheard conversation and his demeanor in the greenhouse said otherwise. Sera questioned how long those feelings had been forming and when he fell in love with her. 

“What happened to you giving me time, Chankgyun?” she sighed. 

“I can’t help that I ran into you. It’s not like I sought you out.” Still, he kept his hand firm on her back. She could feel his fingers twitching along her skin, longing to move. “I’m happy to see you, and even happier to see you’re wearing the ring.”

Sera allowed him to grab her hand, letting him run his thumb along the diamond. This was easier than causing a fight with him. Any sort of disturbance would only draw more attention to her. Attention she did not want. 

“Well… we are engaged. It only makes sense.” She kept her voice calm and quiet, almost breathless. 

Changkyun exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. A small grin bloomed on his face and he pulled Sera closer to him. “Are you… are you more okay with everything?” 

She had to tell him what he wanted to hear, especially with how expectantly he looked at her. Feigning a smile, she snaked her arms around his waist, making Changkyun’s smile widen. “It’s easier to accept now that I’ve slept on it. Of course I was surprised by the announcement. How couldn’t I be? But you’re right. Things could be much worse, and honestly I’m thankful that it's you.” 

Following her words Changkyun pulled her into his chest, completely ignoring her sweat ridden body. Lips pressed against Sera’s temple. “You don’t know how much hearing you say that means to me, Sera.” When Changkyun drew back, a hand migrated to her face. The way he looked at her made Sera’s breath hitch. Not in a good way, but Changkyun was too blind to tell the difference. Love and sincerity filled his eyes. “If you feel up to it, I’d like… well I’d like to… god why is it so hard to ask you on a date?” Immediately he blushed, followed by a nervous and embarrassed laugh.

If Sera hadn’t been so upset with this engagement and the plans to exploit her mind control, she might have found him struggling to ask her on a date cute. Unfortunately for him, that was not the case. However, she continued to smile at him despite wanting to run away from him as fast as she could. That time would come.

“Tomorrow night?” 

“Tomorrow night then,” Changkyun agreed. Keeping a soft hold on her face, he leaned in, kissing Sera’s cheek but dangerously close to her lips. It took Sera by surprise, but she handled it remarkably well, taking it without so much as a twitch. Her eyes fluttered shut as she squeezed his waist. “Let’s say… seven? I’ll get you from your room.”

Changkyun made no effort in hiding his excitement, grinning ear to ear. Little did he know that Sera would be nowhere near the compound by that time. 

“It’s a date,” Sera said warmly, knowing her face and voice weren’t giving away how she truly felt. 

Changkyun dropped his hands, but not before laying another chaste kiss atop her head. He walked away from her slowly, grinning like a schoolboy in love. Sera grabbed her bag without looking back at him, cautiously making her way through the building to the supply room. Once again she was left relatively alone, only passing two or three people on her way.

She didn’t ponder long, hurrying once she got to the supply room. Time was of the essence, and while it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary if someone saw her, it would definitely raise questions. Sera could easily make them forget she saw her, but she wanted to avoid that as much as she could.

After grabbing her favorite rations, a fire starter, sleeping bag set, and a water purifier she went on her way. The bag was stuffed, but any passerby wouldn’t think twice about it being at her side. Much like the way to the training building, she hardly saw a soul, or at least nobody who would stop her. 

In her room, she quickly switched the supplies over from the duffle bag into the backpack. After hiding it behind her many gowns in the furthest corner of her closet, she switched gears in her head. The plan was set. Now she had to think about Ryland. 

A large part of her wanted nothing more than to bring Ryland along. But would that be the safest place for him? Her father had given his word that no harm would come to him despite her mother’s threats. A life on the run wasn’t one she wanted for her brother. One child of the Crown missing was going to raise a number of alarms internally. But two? She couldn’t risk it. The last thing Sera wanted was for Ryland to constantly be looking over his shoulder. It was a selfish thought to take him along in the first place.

But, despite her head telling her she should leave without seeing him, her heart needed the closure a goodbye would offer. Now the debate on when it would be best to see him. Mentally, Sera didn’t think she could handle seeing him too early, especially knowing what she would have to do following the conversation. She quickly determined that she would need to say her goodbyes right before she left, even if it was going to be in the early morning. 

All that Sera needed to do was bide her time before her big move. 

**

Unable to sleep, Sera took to pacing and repacking to pass most of her time. After the twelfth go through of her belongings and supplies she finally set the bag aside and took to watching the clock slowly tick, continuously running through her escape plan. 12:45. 1:52. 2:17. She had gone through every potential outcome in her head a thousand times over. Not a single aspect was left unthought of. With this she felt confident. Confident in the plan. Confident in her choice to leave. But with her upcoming conversation with Ryland she lacked all confidence.  

It was imperative that she be calm with him. She wouldn’t allow her little brother to see her upset, even if he wouldn’t remember speaking to her. With a final glance at the clock, she stopped her ceaseless pacing. Suddenly, she remembered the ring encircling her finger. How could she have forgotten that monstrosity? Pulling it off her finger, she threw it back in the drawer of her bedside table, praying she would never have to feel the weight of it on her hand again.

Grabbing the backpack, Sera turned back to look around her room once she reached the door, determining that she wouldn’t miss anything about it. She closed it behind her quietly, hoping that this would close a chapter of her life she would never revisit.

The hallways were barren due to the early hour. Sera knew all the blind spots for the surveillance cameras within them, taking extra care to stay in those shadowy corners. She assumed the guards weren’t too vigilant in watching the screens this early, especially with knowing who worked in the surveillance room at this time. 

Soon, she found herself standing in front of Ryland’s room. Her heart raced in her chest, dread slowly filling her body. She inhaled deeply through her nose, shoulders lifting with her chest to fill it with much needed air. Not wanting to run the risk of someone hearing her knock, Sera opened the door slowly. 

Ryland looked so peaceful, deep asleep with his hair a fluffy mess, blankets half covering his body. He was always a fitful sleeper, constantly turning in bed to end up in the most uncomfortable looking positions. She moved towards the bed as quietly as she could, dropping her bag along the way.

The bed gave slightly when Sera sat down, but Ryland didn’t so much as budge an inch. She softly brushed some of the stray hairs away, smiling down at the one person who meant the entire world to her. 

“Ryland,” she whispered, gently nudging him. “Hey, wake up.” He stirred slightly, moreso following Sera’s repeated whispers of his name. 

“Sera?” he asked groggily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He squinted at her, trying to determine if he was awake or still in a dream, confusion evident in his scowl. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?” 

“I’m leaving, Ry.” The words slipped out of her, not able to think of a way to ease him into it. 

Ryland scrambled upwards, the shock of what Sera said jolting him awake. “What, Sera… what? What do you mean?”

She pulled Ryland into her chest, squeezing him so intensely his breathing hitched. “I have to leave… Dad… I can’t brainwash people anymore, Ryland. I can’t do it.”

Her little brother clutched onto her just as tightly. “Where are you going to go, Sera? You can’t… you can’t leave me here without you.” 

Tears welled up in Sera’s eyes. Drawing back, she held her brother’s face in her hands. A few tears snuck down his cheeks with her admission. She carefully rubbed them away, shaking her head. “Away. Far, far away. I want to bring you with me, but I can’t Ry. A life on the run is not one I want for you. There’s safety for you here… something I can’t promise out there.” 

“But what about your safety? Dad will do anything he can to find you.”

His comment reminded Sera that Ryland was much wiser and much more in tune to the reality of their family then he let on. And that crushed her. 

“I’ll be fine. We both know I can handle myself.” A forced laugh left her chest, more of a huff of air than anything. 

Ryland took his sister’s hands into his, pulling them off. “You’re not going to let me remember talking to you, are you?”

Sera’s face fell at the fact he knew it was coming. 

“It’s better for you that way. Do you want them questioning you? If you don’t remember, you can’t lie.” 

“So you’d rather me be upset at you?” His eyes had turned slightly cold towards her before he squeezed them closed. When he reopened them, though, they were full of understanding. “Sorry. I don’t mean that. I get it Sera. I do.” This time it was Ryland who pulled Sera into an embrace. 

“I’m so sorry, Ryland,” Sera whispered. “I love you, more than anyone on this continent. More than anything in this world.” 

“I love you, too. Will you make me a promise?” 

Taken aback,  Sera stared at her brother. “Yeah?” 

Ryland sniffled, struggling to keep his tears at bay. “Will you promise to come back for me? And when you do… let me remember this. Please.” 

Tears fell freely down Sera’s face. The composure and tough exterior she tried so hard to keep fell in an instant. “I promise, Ryland.”

A deep sigh left Sera, rattling her chest in conjunction with the sobs she struggled to contain. Ryland nodded at her, silently giving her permission to move forward. Sera’s eyes closed, and when they opened Ryland found himself staring into pools of gold.

“You never saw me. I never told you my plan. When you hear of my absence you will react how everyone expects you to. Now, you will go back to sleep. A dreamless, restful sleep.” 

At her words, Ryland went limp, slumping into Sera. She settled him back into the mattress, tucking him back into the blankets. Leaning down, she kissed his forehead and made sure there were no remnants of tears on his face. He was back to looking peaceful, already deep in the sleep Sera induced. Having to manipulate her brother in this way made her feel horrible, but the alternative would be much worse. It was safer for Ryland to forget, even if it ate at her. 

Wiping away her own tears, Sera made for her pack in the center of Ryland’s room, grabbing it quickly. After she slung it onto her back she allowed herself one more look at her brother, casting a solemn smile he would never see. 

“I love you, Ryland Banks,” she whispered a final time, “to the tallest mountain and the deepest sea.” 

Shutting the door, she crept through the hallways, her steps overly cautious, but she felt an odd sense of calm. Like the rest of the house, the kitchen was completely empty of the typical staff. Only used by staff members, the back entrance through the kitchen had a direct, yet less traveled route to the main gate. Their shifts wouldn’t begin in the main house for another 2 hours, meaning the path would be clear. 

The clear night sky gave Sera a perfect view of the stars above her. On any other night, she would take the time to admire them, loving to pick out the constellations and lose herself in a daydream staring at them. She did not have the luxury of time this evening and she kept a steady pace along the cement path. The cold air around her made her thankful for the extra blanket and thick sweater she threw in her bag last minute. 

Pulling the coat around her, she continued on, checking the time on her watch. Truly having thought of everything, Sera made sure to grab an obsolete model of watch. It still had access to necessary GPS and maps, but not the capability to be tracked. The Crown wouldn’t even notice  it missing. 

3:12am. Sera’s timing was perfect as she rounded the final corner, the gate now completely in her sight. Few cars were lined up to leave, no doubt on their way to the military base. Just to be safe, Sera pulled up her hood, tucking her brain along her back. With all the confidence in the world she strode up to the booth, grinning ear to ear when she saw Malachi sitting on the chair.

“Well good morning, Sera!” he said animatedly, leaning out the window to address her. “Awfully early out here for you, isn’t it?” 

“No rest for the wicked, you of all people should know that Malachi,” she teased. She kept her hands snug in her pockets, not wanting him to see the absence of her ring. 

His laughter was deep and booming, as always. “You know I would never think of you as wicked. Off to the base?” Sera nodded in response. Malachi began typing away on his keyboard, brows furrowed as he looked at the clearance list for the day. Sera kept her eyes neutral, a smile still plastered on her face. She knew she wouldn’t be on it, not that it mattered either way. “You’re not on my list, m’lady…”

Sera shot him a dazzling smile, eyes transitioning to gold in an instant. “You’re going to let me through the gates Malachi. You’re going to forget you saw me. If anyone asks about this moment you are going to have no recollection of it.” 

Malachi’s eyes glazed over for a moment. He typed in the access code for the door, allowing it to open with a low buzz. Sera adjusted her backpack and hood once more before strolling through the gate without a second thought. 

She was out. She was free. Free of her family. Free of Changkyun. 

But not free of her guilt.

**

The compound was silent in the morning, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of place. Nikolai didn’t immediately know something was off. It was typical for Serafina to be absent from mealtimes, especially recently. Delphine was much more concerned about their daughter’s absence, but he quickly quashed his wife’s plan to storm into Serafina’s room and drag her out again. The King simply stated that their daughter needed space, a minor convenience they could grant her. He hadn’t forgotten the conversation he had with Serafina, and he was hopeful that some space from Delphine would earn him some grace with his daughter.

It wasn’t until the following day that Nikolai became concerned. Normally he would have at least seen Sera within the compound’s gardens or about with Ryland, but not even he had seen his sister. It was only after speaking with his youngest child that he went to check on his daughter.

“Serafina,” he said sternly, knocking on the door with three crisp raps. When there was no answer, he opened the door, immediately engulfed by fury at the made, empty bed.

He basically sprinted to the surveillance room, shoving aside the two seated guards to stand in front of the monitors.

“Where. Is. My. Daughter,” he seethed. His hands gripped the control panel tightly, eyes as dark as his soul. Black goo seeped out of his fingertips in his anger. “FIND HER.” 

The two guards got to work quickly, fear evident in their eyes. They rewound the tapes, looking for any sign of the princess. Nikolai’s eyes fixed on the screen, searching for any sign of his precious jewel.

“Your Highness, the last clear image of her was two days ago. It appears she went into the training building, then back to her room. We will look more in depth now tha-”

The man was silenced by Nikolai lifting him by his throat. His face turned blue with the lack of air, futilely struggling within the King’s grasp. “Find my fucking daughter before I kill you both.” 

Nikolai dropped him just as suddenly, leaving the man clutching his neck and gasping for air. He didn’t stall long, returning to scour the footage for the princess and determine her location. The king left in just as much of a rush, quickly calling for Changkyun and Ender, commanding them to meet him in his study immediately. 

Changkyun entered first, looking confused and watching Nikolai pace in front of his desk, fists and jaw clenched. 

“What happened?” Changkyun asked quietly, crossing his arms just as Ender entered the study. 

“Serafina seems to be missing,” Nikolai said through gritted teeth. Stopping his pacing, he turned to look at Changkyun and Ender. Changkyun blinked in surprise, visibly concerned. Ender remained stone faced, only the faint outline of a smirk turning at the corner of his mouth.

“What do you mean, she’s missing? I saw her just the other day. She wouldn’t… she wouldn’t do that. Sera wouldn’t just leave,” Changkyun muttered, running a hand through his hair. 

Ender barked a laugh at his friend and captain. “You’re a lovesick fool if you think she wouldn’t run off.” He shot a glare at his father. “I don’t know why you’re surprised by this. She’s always been a loose fucking cannon.”

Sharp black spikes stopped inches from Ender’s face. He didn’t so much as flinch when they came barreling towards him, instead the smirk on his face only grew wider. 

“Don’t speak of your sister that way,” Nikolai spat, letting the spikes dissipate as quickly as they had formed. “Search the compound. Tell no one. Report back to me in 20 minutes.” 

The two men exited the study. Together they developed a plan to search the grounds, even though deep down both knew Sera would not be found anywhere within the compound. Changkyun went to the training building, gardens, and greenhouse, knowing that IF she was still in the compound those would be the most likely places. Ender searched the remaining buildings littered around the grounds and the main house. 

While they conducted their search, Nikolai returned to the surveillance room to continue reviewing footage. For how little he had been gone, the two guards had already gathered up all the evidence they could find of the princess. What they found reignited his fury.

The largest screen showed Sera walking out the front gates without so much of a struggle, her golden eyes glinting knowingly at the camera, a sly smirk on her face.

Nikolai’s screams of fury echoed through the halls, heard even outside within the grounds. His Jewel was gone.

And Nikolai would do anything to get her back.

**

Being on the run was more or less what Sera expected. She barely slept the first week with how constantly she looked over her shoulder, just waiting to be found by someone from the Crown. Most nights since then she thankfully found herself in some form of sleazy inn, but she didn’t risk that until she placed a good amount of distance between herself and the Capital.

The three weeks steadily took a toll on her. Her rations ran dangerously low, her clothes absolutely disgusting, and her money dwindled. She was exhausted, and that was showing on every inch of her body. She had lost weight from saving her food as much as she could, not wanting to spend all of her money nor dip into too much of her rations. 

The rain did nothing to lift her spirits. Normally Sera loved the rain. However, she did not love being caught in a torrential downpour while trying to find a place to sleep. The unfriendly town she found herself in had no vacancies in any of the inns or hotels, even the most rundown ones. 

Taking a moment to regroup, she took to huddling underneath an awning covering a dimly lit alleyway. It might not have been the safest option, but Sera was perfectly capable of handling anything that would come her way, even if she didn’t look it. 

Sera leaned against the brick building, basking in the reprieve from the rain and setting her bag on the dirty cobblestoned ground beside her. She felt disgusting covered in mud, hair matted and sticking to her despite her best attempt at keeping it within a braid. The sopping wet clothes had her freezing and even more desperate for a place to stay. The last three days on the road had been especially unkind to her, offering no breaks from the elements. 

The pounding of rain and thunder drowned out the sound of the side door flinging open. Sera didn’t immediately notice the four men stumbling outside, some still clutching bottles of beer in their hands. It wasn’t until one of the bottles shattered against the building that Sera looked in their direction. Obviously drunk, but once they caught a glimpse of Sera they stared at her hungrily. 

“Well, look at this pretty thing,” one sneered, fumbling in his steps towards Sera. 

Sera stayed still on the wall, choosing to ignore the advance. Her muscles tensed nonetheless, preparing for the worst. 

“It’s been awhile since I’ve seen one as… delicious as this,” another slurred, taking a generous swig of his beer and tossing the bottle to the ground.

Murmurs of agreement came from the other men. With a sigh, Sera pulled herself off the wall, turning to face the four men teetering towards her on uneasy feet. 

“How about you leave my ‘delicious’ self alone.”

Before she could say anything further, one of the men lunged at her. She dodged it easily, but her movement turned her straight into the arms of one of the sleazeballs, the same one that called her delicious. 

He wrapped one arm around her chest, the other gripped her chin tightly. “The things I’ll do to you…” he muttered, licking Sera’s cheek. The smell of whiskey and smoke radiated off of him.

Sera laughed through her disgusted grimace. These men really thought they had the upper hand on her. How adorable. The other three clambered around her, looking at Sera like their next meal. 

“At least buy me dinner first,” Sera huffed, slamming her head back against the man holding her. She heard a loud crunch and felt something thick drip onto her hair just as the man let her go.

“You fucking bitch,” the man yelled, clutching his nose, blood dripping through his hands. “Fucking get her.”

Once free, Sera kicked the man squarely in the chest, causing him to double over onto the ground. Spinning around to face the other three men, she quickly threw an arm up to block a weak punch. A small giggle escaped Sera as she thrust her fist into her attacker’s temple, knocking him out cleanly. It was too easy, their unsteady movements only playing further into her favor.

The final two men came at her together, assuming a united attack would catch Sera off guard. She made quick work of both with a well aimed kick to the knees of one and a swift left-handed uppercut to the jaw of the other. All four crumpled in a heap around her, struggling to stand up, the one still out cold. Sera didn’t even break a sweat. 

“Hey! Are you-” Sera spun on her heel towards the voice behind her, golden matter forming around her hands with a shift of her eyes. The voice had taken her completely by surprise. The man behind her raised his hands immediately, a gesture of surrender, while he took a step backwards. “Woah woah woah woah.” He leaned around her, investigating the men on the ground and the matter floating around her. His gaze hardened when he landed on one in particular. “Keith, take your friends inside. Leave the girl alone before worse happens to you.”

The man whose nose she broke, who Sera now assumed to be Keith, stood up even more wobbly than before. He gruffly ordered the other two to hoist up the still knocked out man, shuffling behind them like a dog with his tail between his legs through the side door. Before he disappeared he threw a few more profanities at Sera and the unknown man. 

Turning back to face this new man, she let her matter dissolve, eyes transitioning back to their stormy blue. Now wasn’t the time to fling anything at this new stranger, especially since he didn’t appear to pose a threat. At least not yet. 

“Are you okay? I heard the scuffle…” he said calmly, hands still raised. A smile quickly passed over his face. “I came to help, but it seems you handled yourself just fine.” 

Sera looked him up and down. He was tall, probably as tall as Ender, but much leaner. Blonde hair stuck to his face from the pounding rain. He seemed well put together despite the storm, with clean clothes and pants tucked neatly into his boots. Not a hint of alcohol wafted off him, much different than the men she just fought. His eyes were warm and friendly, crinkling slightly at the edges while he continued smiling. Her gaze lingered on the pistols strapped to his sides, before sliding it back to his long fingers, waiting for them to make the slightest motion towards the guns.

“The name’s Yunho, by the way,” he added. Yunho took a cautious step towards her. “I haven’t seen you around here before… and standing alone outside the bar late at night is no place for a girl. A girl whose name is…?” 

“Sera.”

“Just Sera?” His eyes glimmered in the lamplight as he took another step towards her, slowly dropping his hands down to his side. 

“Just Sera,” she echoed, watching his hands intently.

Yunho chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Well okay, Just Sera, you’re not going to find any sort of safe area around this part of town, especially not at this hour. Do you have somewhere to go?”

“Like you said, I can handle myself just fine,” Sera retorted quickly, picking up her backpack. “I just needed to get out of the rain for a minute.” She adjusted the straps of her pack, staring fiercely back at Yunho. 

“You haven’t answered me.” 

“Why should I tell a man who I don’t know, who just warned me of not finding safety out here, where I’m planning on going?”

“Hey now, are you taking me for one of those drunken sleazeballs? I consider myself a gentleman.” Yunho waved his hands in front of him, looking offended that she would even consider that of him. “For the record, I’m almost positive you would have a semi-decent chance at kicking my ass, but it would be a much more even fight… if I went easy on you.”

Sera crossed her arms, slightly insulted. “Only a semi-decent chance? I think you’re deliberately underestimating me.” 

“You took out four very inebriated men, sorry I’m not too impressed. Don’t look at me like that, just stating the obvious here,” he added due to Sera’s glare, his smile transitioning to a smirk. “Here’s what I know about you so far. One, you’re completely unarmed. Two, you must have a pretty gnarly ability to be walking around alone and without a gun… did you think I missed those shimmering gold blobs of whoknowswhat floating around you, or the fact your eyes changed color? Three, you have some form of formal combat training. Your clothes and the way you handled that albeit easy fight all point in that direction. Plus, you’ve been passively watching my hands, like you’re waiting for me to make a move towards one of my firearms. You’re just as observant as I am. Have I missed anything so far?” 

“You think you’ve figured me out in what… less than five minutes? How cute.” Sera found it quite easy to banter with him, but refused to let her guard down.

“Not at all. Just what I’ve observed during our lovely little meetcute,” Yunho said sweetly, sticking his hands into his pocket. “Here’s the deal, you have nowhere to go. You and I both know it. If I wanted to take advantage of you in some way, I would have done it by now. That’s not my intention in the slightest.” 

“Then what is your intention?” Sera asked flatly. 

“I live about 25 miles from here with some friends of mine. It’s a big house. There’s plenty of room, and I know for a fact you’re not going to find anything in this town. Not now at least. Come back with me and you’ll have a warm, safe place to sleep. And my buddy Wooyoung makes a mean breakfast.” 

“I’m not looking for charity.” 

“And I’m not stupid enough to not recognize a fellow military deserter when I see one,” Yunho said flatly, gaze hard and full of conviction. “I’m not offering charity. But I know how hard it is to get out, and it’s even harder to find a fresh start.” 

Sera inhaled sharply and did nothing but blink back at Yunho. He was also a deserter? Granted, she was much more than that, but objectively speaking she truly was just another poor soul trying to escape the military. It made sense though, especially with how quickly Yunho teased her apart in their short interaction. She chewed the inside of her cheek, debating her next step. Something inside told her that she could trust Yunho, at least at face value. At least enough for tonight.

“So, Just Sera, what do you say?” His eyes went back to glimmering in the streetlights, that endearing and warm smile returning. “At least for the night. Tomorrow you can decide your next steps, after a good night’s sleep and food.”

Yunho outstretched his hand as if offering for Sera to take it. Huffing loudly, Sera walked towards him, pushing it down by the wrist. As much as she wanted to say something smart, she refrained. 

“Thank you.” 

Yunho beamed at her. “Well that didn’t take much convincing. Our chariot awaits. It’s just a block over.” 

He walked next to her, but left a significant amount of space between them. Despite the rain, they walked slowly. Yunho tried to put Sera at ease with his actions, something she noticed and appreciated immediately. 

“So it’s the black SUV up there,” he said, pointing at the nondescript vehicle ahead. “My friend's name is Seonghwa, he’s as harmless as I am.” 

Through somewhat clenched teeth, Sera nodded. The wind had picked up, blowing the rain more intensely in their faces. Sera squinted at the impact of the droplets, tugging at the hood around her head. She wanted nothing more than to be out of this damn rain.

“Do you want the front or backseat?” Yunho asked once they were steps away from the car. “Sit where you’ll feel the most comfortable, okay?” 

“Backseat is fine.” 

Smiling, Yunho opened the door for her. Sera set her bag down first, scooching it to the middle before sliding into the seat. Yunho quickly got into the passenger’s seat, ignoring the glare from the man who Yunho stated was Seonghwa.

“Hwa, meet my new friend, Just Sera,” Yunho said casually, buckling the seatbelt. “Just Sera, this is Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa’s gaze flicked between Sera and Yunho. His hair was pitch black, skin nearly as tan as Sera’s. At some point his hair had clearly been styled, but thanks to the rain it fell flat against his head, although sharp designs were visible in the shaved undercut. Despite his eyes being narrowed, they were large and very expressive, colored a deep chocolate brown. 

“Your ‘friends’ aren’t allowed to come back to the house,” Seonghwa said curtly. 

Booming laughter filled the vehicle. “Not that type of friend, Hwa. My girl here is in need of a place to stay, though, at least for the night.”

“Not your girl, Yunho,” Sera muttered from the backseat, snapping her head to shoot Yunho her own leer. She felt increasingly awkward as the conversation between the two men progressed. 

A smile briefly flicked on Seonghwa’s face at her comment. “Have you spoken to Hongjoong about a… guest?” 

“We’ll be having that conversation at the house.” 

The two men stared down the other, neither giving an inch. Sera didn’t know who this Hongjoong was, but assumed in some way he must be in charge. In charge of what she didn’t know. Now she was curious just what she would be walking into this evening. 

Suddenly, Yunho turned to Sera, grinning once again. “Please excuse Seonghwa. He’s not typically this uptight.” His gaze returned to the driver. “Let’s get home, I’m soaking wet and smell like a damn dog.” 

The engine revved to life, Seonghwa sighing loudly in defeat and mumbling how Yunho is in fact a dog. Sera wondered what their dynamic was, along with the dynamics of the rest of the house. She was certain there were at least two more people since Yunho named them, but speculated there may be more. 

The drive to the house was a tense one. Yunho chattered aimlessly, but it seemed Seonghwa was in no mood to partake in any conversation. His silence did nothing to deter Yunho’s ramblings. Sera would occasionally answer a question if necessary, but chose to focus more on the trees speeding past the window and memorizing the number of turns, gauging the mileage between them. After roughly thirty minutes of driving with at least twenty of that being on winding gravel roads through the forest, the SUV pulled into a clearing. 

“Ah, welcome to the homestead, Just Sera,” Yunho said, casting a glance into the backseat with a smirk.

The ‘homestead’ as he called it was a huge farmhouse with a very welcoming wrap-around porch. A large garage was attached to one side, but there were at least two other pole buildings on the property that Sera could make out through the dark and falling rain. The clearing was surrounded primarily by trees, but thanks to a flash of lightning Sera saw a large lake a little ways back behind the house. 

A garage door opened in one of the detached buildings after Seonghwa clicked a button on a remote from the center console. He pulled the vehicle in, parking it between two other identical SUVs. More vehicles lined the garage,  including a couple smaller cars and a large flatbed truck. Partially covered in the corner were unmistakably drones, causing Sera to raise an eyebrow. There was definitely more to this little homestead than met the eye. 

Seonghwa turning off the motor shook Sera from her thoughts and observations. Both he and Yunho exited the vehicle quickly. Yunho once again opened Sera’s door for her, giving her that same blinding smile he’d been flashing her all evening. Returning a faint one, Sera grabbed her dingy bag. She attempted to sling it over her shoulder only for Yunho to snatch it out of her hands and put it on his own back. 

“This way, m’lady,” Yunho said with a dramatic bow, gesturing towards a door at the side of the building. 

Sera didn’t argue, simply rolled her eyes and followed the still silent Seonghwa. Now that they were out of the vehicle she was able to get a much better look at him. He was taller than she expected, still not quite the same height as Yunho but just as lean. His movements were all very smooth and graceful, like he was walking on air. Yunho walked beside Sera once more, but no longer seemed concerned about leaving space between them.

The rain was still coming down but had lightened significantly. The walk to the house wasn’t nearly as painful as the earlier walk to the car. Seonghwa continued to walk a few paces ahead of them, leaping up the steps and leaving the front door open for Sera and Yunho. 

The house was relatively dark, but from what Sera could tell it was well taken care of. She immediately stepped foot into a large entryway, finding a sitting room with numerous couches and chairs arranged methodically around a fireplace and TV to her left, an offset staircase to the right leading to what she could only assume was a second level, and a hallway on the other side of the staircase. 

Yunho and Seonghwa moved straight through the house, bypassing the living room and walking towards the lit room further back. Neither spoke, but Sera could see both men tensing the further into the large house they went. Soon Sera could hear new voices conversing, both male. Yunho adjusted Sera’s bag, fidgeting with it as the threesome stepped into a large kitchen.

Sera saw two men sitting within the large, extremely cared for kitchen. Wooden cabinets lined the walls, along with a huge fridge and granite counters One man sat at the raised portion of the countertop on one of the stools lining it, reading some sort of files laid in front of him. He had a mop of dark lavender hair on his head and unlike Yunho, Seonghwa, and Sera was completely dry. The second man had his back towards Sera, messing with something on the countertops between the fridge and oven. He was definitely shorter than both Yunho and Seonghwa, with black hair half pulled back in a messy ponytail. His oversized hoodie looked to be covered in grease.

“About time you made it back,” the purple haired one said with a small giggle. “What did you two-” He froze when he looked up from the stack of papers in front of him. When his gaze landed on Sera, he quickly shut the files and moved them to the side. It didn’t leave her when he addressed Seonghwa and Yunho. “And who is this?” 

At the question, the man at the counter turned around. He didn’t say anything, but looked just as surprised to see Sera standing awkwardly in the kitchen. Seonghwa had walked around the counter to stand next to the purple haired one, whom Sera deduced was Hongjoong based on Seonghwa’s question during the ride here. 

“This is my friend, Sera,” Yunho said simply. He placed Sera’s backpack on the floor and kept his eyes locked on the man's despite the glare he was receiving. “Just Sera, this is Hongjoong,” he nodded in the direction of the glaring man, “and Wooyoung. She needs a place to stay.”

The tension in the room was palpable. Hongjoong’s almond eyes flicked between Sera and Yunho. Seonghwa continued to stand with his arms crossed next to him, while Wooyoung leaned silently against the granite countertop. Finally, Hongjoong broke the silence and focused on Sera.

“Sorry, Sera, was it?” Hongjoong said tersely as he stood, gathering the files up around him. Sera nodded, jaw clenched. “Please excuse us for a moment. Yunho, Seonghwa, and I need to have a quick conversation. Privately.” 

Yunho flashed Sera a quick smile despite the somber faces both Hongjoong and Seonghwa wore. “Take good care of my girl Woo, I’m sure she’s starving,” he said with a wink towards Wooyoung before he followed the other two out of the kitchen.

Sera stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do. Clearly she was unwelcomed in this house. Seonghwa’s demeanor in the car made much more sense now that she had meant Hongjoong. Her original assumption of him being in charge was definitely correct, but she still hadn’t figured out to what exactly. She tried to catch a glimpse of the files in his hands, but couldn’t make anything out with how quickly he hid them. 

She looked around the rest of the kitchen, noticing the large table in what could only be a dining room, eight chairs set around it. So far she had only met four, meaning there were at least four other people somewhere in the house. 

“You can take a seat if you want,” Wooyoung said, shaking Sera out of her observations. He gestured towards the same stool Hongjoong had been sitting at. “Their conversations are never too quick.” 

Wooyoung smiled warmly at her, but remained wary and wouldn’t take his eyes off her for a multitude of reasons unknown to Sera. With her own grin, Sera moved towards the counter, studying him a little more intently. His features were sharp, highlighted by a cutting jawline, sparkling brown eyes, and golden skin. Multiple piercings were glinting in the light, although Sere couldn’t tell how many lined his ears.

He studied her just as much, wondering who she was to Yunho. ‘Friends’ of Yunho were not allowed in the house, leaving Wooyoung to assume there was something special about her, especially with the my girl comment. He did question what Yunho saw in Sera with her current state. She looked like she had been through the ringer. Her clothes were covered in mud, face nearly as dirty with visible bags underneath her eyes, hair ratted with sticks and blood visible in the long braid going down her back. Despite the filth, Wooyoung was completely mesmerized by the piercing blue eyes staring at him. 

“Are you the same Wooyoung that I heard makes a mean breakfast? Or is there another Wooyoung that lives here?” Sera asked with a laugh, remembering that Yunho mentioned  Wooyoung while convincing her to come to the house. It seemed like a perfect segway into conversation with him. Plus, without Hongjoong and Seonghwa in the room she felt more comfortable.

His eyes lit up even more when he laughed, sharp and loud. “I’m the only Wooyoung, thank you very much. But I also make a mean sammich. I was actually about to make one… would you like one?”

Sera raised an eyebrow at him, smirking. “A sammich?” 

“A sammich. One of my specialties, if I might add.” He turned back around, grabbing a loaf of bread and other ingredients out of the cupboards and fridge, hands immediately going to work on creating said speciality. “I’m thinking tea would be good too, want some?” 

“Both sound great, actually,” she said just as her stomach started growling. It had been weeks since she had a good meal, and her rain soaked clothes chilled her further. 

Humming while he worked, Wooyoung started the electric kettle sitting on the countertop. Sera quickly noticed that his tongue would poke out between his teeth when he seemed especially focused on a task. The kettle heated up within a couple of minutes and Wooyoung grabbed a couple of mugs before looking back at Sera.

“Chamomile okay with you?” 

“Only if you have honey.”

“Obviously,” he said with an exaggerated eye roll. He placed the tea bags in the mugs, pouring the boiling water over them carefully. “Maybe it’ll help you sleep. Looks like you need it,” he added as he set a mug and the container of honey in front of Sera.

Sera laughed. Something about Wooyoung made her feel at ease, very similar to how she felt around Yunho, even in their brief interactions. Both seemed kind and open, attributes she didn’t typically find in people. She learned very early on to trust her gut, but as always she prepared for the worst. Oddly enough, she felt like the worst that would come with Wooyoung would be a bit of teasing. 

“I’m not going to say you’re wrong about that,” she said, bobbing the tea bag in the water by the string. 

Judging by the look on his face, it appeared Wooyoung wanted to press her further. He met her eyes easily, laced with wonder and a hint of concern. Somehow he knew better than to ask too many questions. Instead he returned back to making their late night snack, only now he chose to chat with Sera instead of humming. While only meaningless small talk about the rain, it made Sera feel more comfortable nonetheless. 

After a few more minutes, Wooyoung set down a plate with a well put together sandwich and a handful of chips in front of her. He leaned down onto the counter across from her, grinning at her with a slightly mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Sera took a large bite, eyes rolling into the back of her head at the taste. It had been so long since she had anything remotely this tasty, even if it was just a sandwich. For just being a “sammich” as he called it, Wooyoung made it extremely flavorful with a variety of meats, cheeses, lettuce, tomato, and some sort of oil based sauce. It tasted heavenly.

“Told you I made a damn good sammich,” he gloated, grinning wildly with his tongue hooked on a canine. 

***

Hongjoong punched in the code to their planning room down the hall. Being soundproof, there was no possibility of Sera overhearing anything. He opened the door gruffly, gesturing for Yunho and Seonghwa to go in before him. 

Yunho flipped on the lights, illuminating the well organized room. The large meeting table was covered with systematically arranged files. Multiple screens and high tech control panels lined one of the walls, file cabinets and bookshelves along the others. Here they planned every single mission, debriefed information, and met with other factions of the resistance. 

“What are you thinking, Yunho?” Hongjoong asked the moment he closed the door. “Or are you thinking at all?” When he turned around, his glare pointed straight at Seonghwa. “And you? You just let him bring this girl we know nothing about into our home? Knowing we have a huge mission in ten days?”

Seonghwa raised his hands up, meeting the glare without fear. “He was adamant. You know how this goes.”

“From the beginning, Yunho. Explain,” Hongjoong said sharply.

Yunho sighed, running a hand through his drenched hair. “Hwa and I heard something outside the bar. I went to check it out and saw Keith and his buddies coming after her.”

“And you felt the need to jump in and save the day?” 

“Didn’t have to,” Yunho said with a shake of his head. “She had them on the ground in seconds, pretty sure she broke Keith’s nose, too. But there was something coming out of her hands at the end, some kind of shiny gold substance floating around her. When she turned around her eyes were the exact same color. They went back to normal and the substance went away with it. She was completely unarmed, so whatever her ability is has to be enough that she would feel safe without a gun. Plus, she fought just as well as all of us, honestly maybe even better than a few.”

“You still haven’t explained why you brought her here,” Hongjoong said while crossing his arms, ignoring Seonghwa’s scoff. 

“Because she’s a deserter, Captain. Just like me.” Yunho’s gaze bore into the leader “I don’t know how long she’s been out, but it can’t be long. Clearly she’s been on the run. If she’s that concerned about getting away then there’s something special about her. I know how hard it is to leave, and I was only in that hell for two years. It’s even harder to get your feet back under you. You helped me, and now she needs it. I couldn’t leave her.” 

Seonghwa’s eyes lit up as he was thinking. “Could there be a possibility that she’s the-?”

“We can’t assume every single girl we see is the princess, Seonghwa. We just got the notice that she might be on the run. There’s no confirmation yet,” Hongjoong said with a wave of his hand. Since they had gotten the news that the princess left the royal compound, the entire resistance was on high alert. “What’s your opinion of her?”

Seonghwa shrugged. “She didn’t seem like a threat when she got in the car, but I’m not the one who can read emotions. During the ride she didn’t say much, but seemed very observant. I didn’t see any of the fight, but I trust Yunho’s judgment in terms of her abilities.” 

Hongjoong continued pondering Yunho’s statement. When Yunho escaped he stumbled upon Hongjoong almost five years ago in a very similar manner as Sera did with Yunho. Now Yunho was one of his closest friends, along with the six other members of their team. Being second in command of their unit, Hongjoong trusted his judgment as much as his own.

“What does Sera know of us?” he questioned.

“Nothing, but she’ll figure it out quickly, guaranteed,” Yunho said with a smirk. “She’s smart, I can tell you that much.” 

“She’s your responsibility while she’s here… which will be for how long?” Hongjoong asked with a sigh. Seonghwa blinked in surprise with how easily Hongjoong gave in. 

“I don’t know, honestly. I want to figure her out, that I know for sure.” 

Seonghwa moved towards the door first. “Neither of the rooms are ready, I can go get one-”

Yunho shook his head. “Nah, she can sleep in my room tonight. I just switched out my sheets anyway. I’ll crash with Mingi. If she decides to stay longer, we can get one set up.” 

“We’ll need to inform the rest of the team to be careful while we're getting ready for this mission, but we still have a little bit of time before we really need to hit things hard,” Hongjoong said matter-of-factly. “Seonghwa, tell San when you go upstairs about our guest. Yunho, same with Mingi, Jongho, and Yeosang. We don’t want them to be too surprised in the morning.” 

“Thanks, Capt.” He followed Seonghwa out of the room, Hongjoong close behind. 

Yunho was entirely surprised by what he saw when they reentered the kitchen. Sera smiled and laughed with Wooyoung, looking much more relaxed than she had all night. He really had made something for Sera to eat based on the empty plates in front of both. Yunho would have to thank him for that in the morning. Now the two of them sipped from steaming mugs and talked, although about what Yunho couldn’t quite make out.

Seonghwa continued through the kitchen, muttering a faint good night to everyone before disappearing. Hongjoong paused at the entry to the kitchen, crossing his arms while he watched the others in front of him. 

“Thanks for taking good care of my girl, Woo,” Yunho said with a smirk as he went to stand beside Wooyoung, making him jump slightly. “Just Sera, if you’ll follow me I’ll show you to your room this evening.” 

Wooyoung grabbed the empty plates and took them to the sink. His demeanor changed entirely upon Yunho’s entrance, becoming a little more hardened than he was with just Sera for some reason. “Sure thing, Yu.”

Sera stood up, walking towards Wooyoung and the sink. She deposited the empty mug within it, pausing to look at Wooyoung once more. “Thank you for the sammich,” she said warmly, giving him a genuine smile. She made sure to use his wordage for it, an addition he appreciated greatly. Wooyoung had been nothing but kind to her, making her feel very welcome in a situation where she clearly wasn’t originally. 

“Anytime, Sera,” he responded with his own small smile before he turned on the faucet and began washing both their dishes from this evening. “But next time, you get dish duty,” he added with a wink and a bite of his bottom lip. 

Yunho had grabbed Sera’s backpack and leaned against the wooden frame of the entry back into the living room while he waited. Without a word, she followed him, but not before tossing a glance back at Hongjoong. His dark eyes bored her. This time, though, they were much softer when she met them, quite opposite of how he first looked at her. A touch of a smile crossed his face and he gave Sera a small nod before he also disappeared from the kitchen. 

On the way through the living room, Yunho placed a finger against his lips before leading her up the stairs in a gentle reminder to be silent. Once up the stairs, Sera found herself in a decently sized open space with a couple of chairs and a couch around a coffee table in the center. The house was much bigger than Sera originally thought based on not only the size of the rooms she saw downstairs, but also the amount of doors that lined this floor.

Along the wall of the staircase downstairs was a door, with two more along the adjacent wall. The wall directly in front of Sera housed yet another door and a spiral staircase that led to a third floor, with the final wall also donning two more doors. All had a touchpad in front of them.

Yunho led her across the center rug and through the comfy couches to the door closest to the spiral staircase. The touchpad scanned his fingerprint, unlocking the door with a click.

“It’s a good thing I just cleaned in here,” Yunho whispered as he opened the door and turned on the light, motioning for Sera to enter. When they were both inside, Yunho shut the door behind them. “Welcome to my little corner of the house.”

His room was spotless. A cleanly made bed covered with an extremely comfortable looking gray comforter sat in the corner with a bedside table containing a clock, watch charger, and a lamp  situated next to it. A desk with a laptop was nestled in the corner near one of the two windows in the room. The dresser didn’t have much sitting upon it other than a few books that he must have taken off the small bookshelf. 

Yunho dropped Sera’s bag and moved to the dresser. “I’m going to crash with Mingi tonight, so don’t worry about us having to snuggle or something tonight.” Sera made a mental note of the name. He pulled out a couple of pairs of sweats and a t-shirt before going into his closet, where he grabbed a crewneck sweatshirt. “We have two open rooms, so if you decide to stay longer we’ll get one of those set up for you tomorrow.” 

Sera watched as Yunho set one pair of sweats and the hoodie on his bed. “Thank you, for everything,” she said sincerely. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble though, so I’m sorry if you are.”

“No trouble,” he said with a wave of his hands. “Hongjoong is just wary of new faces, that’s all. Same with Seonghwa.”

“I will say, you’re awfully trusting of a random girl you just met on the street,” Sera said, only teasing slightly. She wanted to press him further about Hongjoong, but decided now was not the time. Exhaustion hit her and she wanted nothing more than to shower and crawl into Yunho’s warm bed. 

“And you’re awfully trusting of a guy you just met on the street,” Yunho said with a shrug as he stepped closer. It was the closest they had been all evening, no more than six inches separating them. “I guess we’ll see if we both made the right decision, yeah?” 

If the situation had been any different, Sera might have felt somewhat intimidated. Yunho towered over her, but nothing about him screamed danger to her. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze with ease. They both studied each other, wondering what lay hidden beneath the surface. 

“There’s a bathroom through there, towels in the cabinet. Use whatever you need,” Yunho said, gesturing towards the door with his head. “I share it with Yeosang, he lives in the next room over. If you lock the door you’ll be fine, but I’m going to let him know you’re in here so he’s not surprised. The clothes on the bed are for you tonight. Throw everything in the gray bathroom hamper, plus whatever you have in your bag and set it back in here. I can get the laundry started while you’re showering.”

Yeosang. A sixth name for her to remember. Two left to find out. 

“You are not doing my laundry for me,” Sera laughed. The thought of Yunho washing her disgusting clothes appalled her. “I am more than capable of doing that in the morning.” 

“I have my own to do anyway.” Yunho rolled his eyes dramatically, even crossing his arms as he stared down at her. “Accept the help, Sera.” 

Moving away from his stare, Sera sighed. This was an argument she was not going to win. “Calling me by my real name? You must be serious,” she said, stepping backwards towards the bed to grab Yunho’s clothes. 

“Don’t get used to it, Just Sera.” 

Sera grabbed the clothes and her bag from the floor, pausing at the bathroom door. “I really do appreciate all of this, Yunho.” 

“I’ll see you in the morning, okay? We’re all usually up by 8:30 at the latest, but sleep as long as you need.” The smile he gave her was blinding, eyes brimming with sincerity. Now, Serea was certain that she made the correct decision in trusting him. 

Without another word but a wink, Yunho left the room, leaving Sera to enter the bathroom. It was just as clean as his bedroom, but nothing special with a large glass enclosed shower, a toilet, and a sink. She immediately locked the opposite door that must lead to Yeosang’s room. She could faintly hear two voices on the other side when she got close, but couldn’t make out what either said. Yunho must have gone straight there when he left. 

Sera jumped slightly when she caught the image of herself in the mirror. It was the first time she had seen herself in days. Her hair was a disaster, even worse than she originally thought and she wondered how long it would take for her to brush out all the rats. The mud coating her skin would be easily taken care of with the shower. Her face was skinnier, and she could only imagine what her body looked like. 

Brushing out her hair didn’t take as long as she originally anticipated, but she grimaced the entire time. She only grumbled slightly when she dumped her clothes into the gray hamper as Yunho ordered. Even though there were clothes at the bottom of it, she knew the insistence on doing laundry was for her benefit.  After she stripped off her soaked clothes she threw the hamper outside the door, making sure to lock it again. 

She definitely lost weight, confirming her suspicion. Her ribs protruded more than usual, skin sallow. The black vine spiraling her ribs, arm, and thigh stood out against it. Even the colorful flowers appeared more vibrant against the now pale canvas. Her fingers slid across the triangles on her forearm like every other time she missed Ryland and the pang of guilty that accompanied it. Tears built within her eyes as she turned on the shower. Instead of shoving them down like she did every other night she let them fall freely, mixing with the steady flow of water hitting her face. Sera hadn’t allowed herself to feel anything besides the urgency to escape. But here with the little sense of safety she felt thanks to Yunho and Wooyoung she let her emotions out.

The tears didn’t last long, though, especially once Sera focused on washing the weeks worth of grim from her body. The amount of supplies in the shower surprised Sera, especially with it being used solely by two men.  Her skin felt raw from how firmly she scrubbed her body. The water turned a dingy shade of brown as it cascaded down her body and she hadn’t even touched her hair yet. 

“Sera?” The knock on the door startled her even though she recognized Yunho’s voice immediately. “I’m grabbing the laundry��� I’ll lock the door behind me, so don’t worry about anyone coming in tonight or in the morning. If you need something, I’m upstairs in the room on the left.” 

“Thanks, Yunho,” Sera half-yelled back, but wasn’t sure he could hear her response over the shower and through the door. She didn’t want to run the risk of waking up Yeosang by yelling too loudly. 

Yunho made no indication whether he heard her or not, but based on the silence Sera assumed he left the room. Her focus went back to the shower and getting every ounce of dirt off her. Whatever body wash she used smelled delicious, floral and musky all at once. Same with the  shampoo and conditioner with their hints of coconut. These men already surprised her and she didn’t even know them.

She stood in the shower for ages. The water pressure rivaled that of hers at the royal compound and massaged her weary body. It had been weeks since she felt this clean. Sera honestly couldn’t remember if any of the showers since leaving the compound had hot water lasting longer than three minutes. Regardless, the hot shower and the steam were a treat, one she wanted to enjoy as long as possible.

It was only when she felt herself nod off for a moment that she turned the faucet off. Tiredness had finally caught up with her. She quickly dried off, towel drying her hair as best she could before putting on Yunho’s clothes. Sera swam in them. The sweats bunched around her ankles with how long they were, and she had to pull the drawstring extremely tight to keep them on her waist. The hoodie fit the same, falling almost to her knees and over her hands. But, she felt comfortable and warm.

Somehow she remembered to unlock the door to Yeosang’s room before shuffling back to Yunho’s. While Sera was showering Yunho turned off the lights and clicked on the lamp, dimming the room. He even went as far to grab her an additional blanket. 

The bed was just as comfortable as Sera imagined it to be, the comforter and sheets just as plush. They smelled fresh and clean, only making her more relaxed. Flicking off the lamp, she sunk into the mattress and pulled the blankets up to her chin. For the first time since leaving her home, sleep hit her quickly and deeply. 

***

A running shower woke Sera the next morning. Blinking heavily, it took her a moment to gather her bearings on where she was. Some house in the woods. Yunho’s room. Somewhat safe, or at least safer than she had in the wild. She felt like she actually slept for once, not dreaming in the slightest, no nightmares creeping their way in. Not only that, Sera was clean. Suddenly she felt even more grateful for everything Wooyoung and Yunho had done for her. 

Stretching, she sat up and checked the clock. 8:45am. Earlier then she wanted to be awake, but knew she would be unable to fall back asleep. With a brush back of her hair she stood up to make the bed and fold the extra blanket. She didn’t want to leave Yunho’s room a mess, especially since she didn’t know whether she would stay longer.

With everything put back in place, she debated on whether or not to head downstairs. Remembering what Yunho said about everyone usually being awake early, she didn’t know how she felt about walking into a room full of people she didn’t know. While unsettling, it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Based on what she gathered, Yunho would put her comfort on the forefront. With that in mind, Sera decided to head to the kitchen.

“Sera?” 

She jumped slightly at Wooyoung’s voice, finding him sitting on one of the chairs in the area outside the bedrooms. Granted, one of the other five doors could be his bedroom. He seemed just as surprised to see her coming out of Yunho’s room… wearing Yunho’s clothes. Not only that, he was even more taken aback by Sera now that she wasn’t soaking wet and caked in mud. 

“Hey! Good morning, Wooyoung,” she grinned, eyes sparkling in the sunlight sneaking through the window. He didn’t know how, but they seemed more blue than they did last night. “What are you doing?” She moved closer to him, resting her hands on the back of the chair, leaning over it slightly.

Wooyoung looked up at her. “I was waiting for Yeosang.” The smile he returned wasn’t as bright as those he provided her last night. Sera wondered what changed with him. “But he’s slow this morning.”

“Yeah, I think he just got in the shower…” Sera murmured, standing back up. “Do I still get an opportunity to try this breakfast I heard about? Or are your skills only reserved for sandwiches?”

Laughing loudly, Wooyoung stood up, scrunching his nose at Sera. “My skills go far beyond that, Sera.” His eyes went hazy for a moment before a genuine smile came through, breaking whatever thought rolled in his head. “I also make the perfect cup of coffee.”

“Oh can you now?” Sera teased. Together they moved towards the staircase, heading for the kitchen. “Perfect for you, or perfect for whoever drinks it?” 

“Are you challenging me?” Wooyoung smirked at her, resting his tongue on his canine like he did last night. 

Their conversation halted when they reached the kitchen. Sera froze momentarily in the doorway when she saw Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and a third man she didn’t recognize all sitting around the large table. Wooyoung squeezed by her, giving her an encouraging smile to coax her into the room. 

The three at the table paused their chatting at Wooyoung and Sera’s entrance. Hongjoong smiled at Sera, something completely unexpected. Seonghwa’s gaze was much softer this morning, making Sera see just how large and round his eyes really were. The third man studied her, looking her up and down. His hair was a shocking pink, bangs going into his cat-like eyes. Sera could see his well defined arms clear as day, looking much more built than Hongjoong and Seonghwa next to him. 

“Good morning, Sera,” Hongjoong said, sounding surprisingly chipper. His elbows rested on the table, mug gripped loosely in both hands. He watched her closely as she sat down at the countertop. “This is San. San, Sera.” 

The pink haired man, San, beamed at her. Deep dimples bracketed his smile, eyes crinkling from how large it was. “Hi.” He turned his head to Seonghwa. “You could have mentioned she was hot.” 

Seonghwa nearly spit out his coffee at San’s comment. Wooyoung’s head spun around to look at him, looking unsure whether he should laugh or not. Hongjoong simply sighed, chuckling slightly. Heat rushed into Sera’s cheeks, uncertain how she should respond.

“Who’s hot?” Yunho’s voice carried through the kitchen when he entered. His eyes lit up when he saw Sera sitting in the stool. “Ah, Just Sera, I see you’ve met San.” Two more men walked in behind him. “Told you she was real, Mingi,” he added, taking a seat at the stool next to her.

Yunho spoke to the man directly behind him. He stood nearly as tall as Yunho, although looked more muscular. His black hair had random streaks of blonde throughout. The last man was shorter than both and stockier with dark, clean cut hair. He moved past the counter to sit with Seonghwa, San, and Hongjoong at the table. 

“It wouldn’t have been the first time you’ve made a fake excuse to come sleep in my room,” Mingi said with a pronounced eye roll, sitting on the stool beside Yunho. His voice was deep and gravelly. He leaned forward around Yunho, smiling. “Hi Sera, I’m Mingi.” 

“Apologize for questioning my girl’s existence,” Yunho said flatly, staring at Mingi with false anger. Mingi only laughed.

“You slept in Mingi’s room last night?” Wooyoung asked Yunho when he placed a mug in front of Sera. His eyes swept between her and Yunho. Now it made sense why Sera came out of his room. Internally he scolded himself for overthinking, and also for letting himself get upset by seeing Sera in Yunho’s clothes when he had no context as to why. In reality he had no reason to be upset in the first place. 

She hadn’t even noticed him making the coffee, having been too distracted by everyone coming into the kitchen. It looked delicious. He even frothed milk before pouring it over. The smell of hazelnut wafted towards her in the steam, making her smile even larger at Wooyoung. His eyes and smile were back to being extremely warm with her. When she took a sip of it she realized it really was perfect. Not how she typically made hers, but could quickly become a new favorite. Wooyoung must have read the look on her face. Instead of gloating he gave her a wink, a subtle ‘I told you so.’

“Well, yeah?” Yunho seemed confused by Wooyoung’s question, but shook it off quickly. “I think a better question is why Sera gets a coffee immediately while the rest of us are sitting here like peasants.”  

“Because Woo only makes coffee for people he likes,” San said matter of factly. Everyone in the room snickered and laughed while both Sera and Wooyoung’s faces turned beet red. 

“Have we just forgotten about me?” the last man asked. He had been sitting so quietly Sera almost forgot he had sat down. “My name is Jongho.” 

Sera smiled at him. “Hi, Jongho.” 

“Why is everyone so loud?” a voice grumbled loudly, shuffling his feet as he walked. He plopped down next to Mingi on the final stool. His black hair was still damp and partially covered a pink birth mark near his eyes. Based on his wet hair, Sera assumed this was Yeosang.

“Glad you finally decided to join us,” Jongho said with a gummy smile. “Normally you’re the first one down here.”

“Normally I’m not woken up in the middle of the night,” Yeosang responded, taking the mug of coffee out of Wooyoung’s hand before there was a chance to set it down. Much like Mingi, Yeosang leaned over to speak to Sera. “I’m Yeosang, it’s nice to meet you Sera.” 

“You too,” Sera said faintly. She held her own mug against her chest, taking in the group around her. 

Yunho dipped his head towards her. “How did you sleep last night?” he asked softly. The chatter of the seven men around her and Wooyoung banging cupboards and pans in the kitchen nearly drowned out his question. 

“Well, surprisingly enough.”

“I’m sure a bit of beauty sleep did you wonders, not that you needed much of it,” Yunho joked, laughing slightly to himself. Sera glared at him. “I’m sorry, I had to. Have you decided what you’re going to do yet?” 

Sera sighed and stared down at her coffee. She felt torn. Another night of a warm bed was enticing. But the last thing she wanted to be was an inconvenience. A burden. It wasn’t in her nature to accept help. As safe as these people seemed, she didn’t know them. Once again, though, her gut was telling her that she could trust them. 

“I don’t want to be a bother Yunho.”

“Sera, you are welcome to stay. You can trust me. You can trust all of us.’ His gaze was so intense she could feel it burning into her. “I want you to stay, if it’s any consolation. Take the time to rest. I can reach out to some of my contacts-”

“No. No reaching out, Yunho,” Sera said sharply. The last thing she needed was her name circling around as a military deserter. There were plenty of others in her exact position, but she couldn’t risk it. “I’m sorry, I just-”

“No need to apologize, I get it. You and I will figure out what you do next. Stay a few more days. Give us some time.”

“A few more days, then.” 

With her answer, Yunho relaxed and returned to the general conversation around them. Wooyoung pestered Jongho to help him make breakfast for everyone, to which he did cave in. San and Yeosang gave Wooyoung a hard time about how much effort he placed into breakfast this morning, not so subtly hinting that it had something to do with Sera. Mingi kept complaining about Yunho and his incessant snuggling, to which the latter stated Mingi secretly loved it. Seonghwa eventually stood and helped Wooyoung and Jongho in the kitchen, acting like a mediator with their bickering on whether or not to make pancakes or french toast. Sera chimed in here and there, but it didn’t take long for them to intentionally include her.

Sera observed them all intently, analyzing their dynamics and trying to tease out just what this group of eight was. All while Hongjoong was doing the same with Sera. At one point the two made eye contact, taking the time to study one another further. Hongjoong was beginning to agree with Yunho. There was something special about her, even though he was unsure what yet. But, he was determined to figure it out. Just as Sera was determined to figure them out.

[vurthshistorian]

My Last Post About TTRPG's Got 15 Likes so I gotta talk about another one.

Vagabond Pulp Fantasy.

A Roll to Beat RPG System.

Taking inspiration from Fria Ligen's

But flipping the dice.

To use Taron Pounds Own Words:

This system advertises its easy Math, because it's mostly done when you make your character.

Your Skills in this system are

Might

Dexterity

Awareness

Logic

Presence

And last but not least

Luck

Might determines your Endurance.

Dexterity and Awareness determines your Reflexes.

Logic and Presence Determines your Willpower.

These are your saving throws, it looks familiar if you've played Pathfinder 2e.

Luck is a Bit Special. Luck determines your luck pool.

From Chapter 6:

Yeah. This baby has rules if you decide to go it alone, or if you decide to find some Jolly Co-operation.

Your 6 Scores govern other things than your Saving Throws.

Might

Your Health and your Hit Die Size

Going from 2-3 Might D6 Hit Die, 4-5 Might D8 Hit Die, to 6-7 Might D10 Hit Die.

Your Character's Melee Skill and your Brawl Skill covering Traditional Melee Weapons, while Brawl Covers Punching, Kicking, Grappling, and Shoving.

Your Character's Bulk/Item Slots, Which sits at 8 Slots + Your Character's Might Score.

Dexterity

Your Character's Movement Speed.

Your Movement Speed starts at 25ft with a 2-3 dexterity, increasing to 30 at 4&5, and capping 35 at 6&7.

Finesse.

Attacking with Weapons that have the Finesse property.

Pickpocketing. Which lets you steal weight 1 items off close targets, but if they're aware you will be hindred.

Lockpicking. As long as you have the right tool, you have a shot of cracking that lock. However if you fail the Game Runner may see fit to move up the progress clock or possibly alert the guards.

Sneaking.

Classic Skulking about and Avoiding Enemy Detection.

Awareness

Detect.

Locating, You can wave moving in favor of using your eyes to check the area for concealed enemies.

Vigilance, Feel Eyes over your shoulder? If enemies are attempting to get the jump on you, you'll need to roll Detect to see if you can whoop their ass on Turn 1.

Mysticism. The Casting Skill of Druids and Luminaries. Is the skill about understanding the Super Natural.

Survival. Need to Track someone or something? Need an Intrinsic Knowledge of Vegetable Animal and Mineral? Then you need training in this skill if you want to be the model of a Modern Major General.

Ranged Attacks.

Instead of Traditional Approaches, Your Eyes and Ears are what guide your Bows, Throwing Knives, And Classical Firearms.

Logic.

Arcana.

This is the Skill to Use and Apply Magic. This is the Spell Skill of Wizards and Magi.

Medicine

This is Your Character's Knowledge on Non-Magical Healing. If you want to be able to treat wounds, you need to be trained in this skill.

Crafting.

Crafting is a bit Wisely Worded so I'll let the mechanics speak for itself.

Presence.

Influence.

This is your Sorcerer's Spell Skill. This skill is about Persuasion, Deception, Negotiation, and Corrosion. Including the ability to Parley, a skill check that could end a Hostile Encounter.

Leadership

This is the Spell Skill of the Revelators, the Paladins of Vagabond. Need to Motivate, Need to Rally, Need to Command Hirelings or Troops? Leadership is your skill.

Performance

Can you sing, can you dance, can you play a funny flute, a bassoon, a Bass? This is your skill. This skill can also be used in different and interesting ways.

And that covers skills.

If Tumblr Will Let Me. Let's talk about Armor and how your ass will be covered.

This System doesn't have Armor Class. Instead it takes a Dragonbane Approach of "Yeah your ass is getting hit, but your armor will tank some of the incoming damage."

To illustrate.

Now you may ask, What About Shields?

In Vagabond Shields are a Type of Low Damage Weapon that can Feature the BLOCK property, which lets you roll Favor with your Block Saves.

A Block Save is a Parry Made with a weapon in your hand in order to Negate Damage.

Alternatively You can Dodge. If there's an attack coming your way, Roll that Reflex save I mentioned and you can get out of harm's way.

Now for the Fun Bits.

Ancestry and Classes.

Ancestries include

Humans

Dwarves

Elves

Halflings

Drakens

Orcs

Goblins.

Classes Include

Alchemists

Barbarians

Bards

Dancers

Druids

Fighters

Gunslingers

Hunters

Luminaries

Magi

Merchants

Pugilists

Revelators

Rogues

Sorcerers

Vanguards

Witches

Wizards.

Each of which pick up abilities and perks as your Vagabond Game goes on.

And there are rules for making it go on.

Suffice it to say if you dig any of:

This.

I highly suggest you pick up the Quick Start Guide for $Free.99

At

Or

Purchase the full Vagabond Core Rulebook for $29.99

At

I like supporting cool people doing cool shit and it would mean a lot if you just checked it out to see whether or not it's for you.

Me personally?

I have faith in Vagabond.

My bank account still fucking hates me.

[rowanmgrey-author]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thanks to @mthollowell-writes for the tag! Find their original post here.

1)What motivates you to write?

Mostly reading fantastic stories and becoming inspired with ideas about my own work. Also the people in my life like my sister who is also a writer; her vivid words inspire me all the time. I am also heavily motivated by my love of my characters, and a little bit of my guilt that I have not finished one of my novels (the first one) that I have been writing for soooo long.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

Shared my own work from Bloodlines.

Every day she fought the wolf for control. Every day to stop herself from hurting anyone. The wolf was the worst, most animal parts of her, and most of those dark parts wanted nothing more than vengeance. To cause the chaos and suffering done to her. Before Eron and her suspension from The Order three years ago, that’s what she did. The wolf that now sulked beneath her flesh missed the blood. Every day it tried to take control, to turn her back into a monster.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Jackal Bellare from my WIP Bloodlines. He is always my answer because he is just so fun to write. He is that character that came fully formed. Nothing to change, nothing to define, he just appeared. He is a smartass, deceptive and manipulative. He at first is very selfish because he was forced to grow up fast and was abused by his father for many years. He pushed him to achieve his own goals and basically taught Jackal that no one would love him, not even his own family. So he grew up thinking he couldn't trust anyone and that everyone he met would be angling for something. He is also ridiculously powerful as a demon and can be impatient and even petulant. And he's classist too, thinking he's better than anyone who's not at his power-level. These are all fairly awful traits, but I love him still because I know the depths of his character and that all he truly wants is friends that he can trust, a surrogate family that actually gives a shit about him.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I love the discovery/investigation phase best I think. Imagining the world and then researching and defining what I need to. I love to learn new things, and I always do in that stage.

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

I would say action scenes and dialogue are my greatest strengths. I can plot as well, but I am more of a character focused writer so most of the plots are pretty simple in concept and execution. I am also not too shabby with the NSFW scenes, but I don't write detailed smut. It's not my thing anymore.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Doing tag games! no really. I love answering questions and seeing other's posts about this stuff. I also just appreciate the vibes, everyone is very friendly and inclusive and it's refreshing.

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Microsoft Word has always been my go to. I really appreciate the formatting and how easy everything is. It's also great for editing. I have also used fighter's block to help me reach my goals in a fun way.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I would say Pandemonium from my novel Bloodlines. This is the planet where demons live. I really just like the lore I have built around demons in general because they are inspired by lots of things but not tied to any real-world religions or mythology. Also in that story one of the types of demons are dragons (Draconem) and they have the power to shapeshift from their real form (dragon) to a human, and change their mass even. There are also these garbage disposal-like demons that have no heads and a mouth on their chest. These are heavily inspired by Blemmyes. I even have a separate dominion for Hell, which in my series is unusually referred to as Gehenna. The realm is a prison obviously, but instead of one place, or several levels like the circles, each Hell is a separate dimension governed by Warden that has a particular specially for punishment. I also have demons that are kind of like Valkyries, they are basically the law enforcement and are super scary even to other types of demons because they can make you tell the truth just by looking into your eyes. There are Demon Kings (which in my novels is a non-gender term, just go with it) and each one has a different rank and they serve as military leaders as well. They also have cool titles, like King of Slaughter (he's the war general and most powerful warrior). I could go on for ages. I spent a lot of time on the lore around demons because originally the novels were going to take place there exclusively and the main character was a Demon King.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

I usually step away for a bit, and look at it again later. Sometimes it sparks new ideas and even makes me appreciate what I have already. I would really just advise that you don't be too hard on yourself. It's better to go slower and work smarter, so you don't burn out and end up in an uninspired state of procrastination. Goals are important too, but don't compare yourself to other writers. Make goals you know you can achieve and set times and make space to work.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

Obviously @dyrewrites needs to be first. She is my sister and was the one that got me on writeblr in the first place. And what an amazing community! I haven't been here long, but I can say that I get a lot of attention and really cool asks from these amazing people:

@stesierra - @aziz-reads - @digital-chance - @mthollowell-writes - @quantumlandbooks - @anonymousfoz - @another-white-hole @inkytealeafwriting - @schepper-wubs-wips - @hottubraccoon

You all are lovely people and if you want to join in on this tag please do.

[quitethepirategal]

Acanthus   ~   ( Is your muse deceptive, or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means?  Why or why not?  ) Lavender   ~   ( How easy is it to gain your muse’s trust?  Once their trust is broken,  how might one go about mending it? ) 

                                                                                                  ~  { @mxdam​ }

     It should be very clearly stated that Red Jessica is both unusually honest and unconventionally trusting, for a pirate.  She herself hates being lied to more than almost anything, and has a firm belief that the truth and open communication are generally more useful tools than lies.  Lies are hard to remember, hard to keep up with, too easy to miss details or timelines or who was told what for what reason.  But the truth happened, done and done.  Easy to remember and easy to recite.  Between her patchy memory, her trusting nature, and her reactive temperament, she tends to think she’s not a terribly good liar anyway.  She’s wrong, and somehow she knows it.  ...I understand that sounds pretty confusing out of context, but the puzzle assembles itself when we explore how her mind tends to work in the context of communicating.

      Shes a firm believer in communication as I said, and in her mind the more information you share, the more likely it is that everyone understands each other or is on the same page; important when both learning and teaching new skills, very important when dealing with trade, and even more important when captaining a crew.   The essays she writes are long and excruciatingly detailed.  The stories she tells are embellished and sound almost rehearsed ( put a pin in this ).  And all manner of discussion outside friendly chatting or small talk, depending on the situation, oscillates wildly between being just thorough or mind numbingly sporadic as she chases tangents like a child running after pigeons. This of course has drawbacks that she is acutely aware of in some situations and completely oblivious to in others.       Red Jessica is the queen of Usually Accidental TmiTM.  She is in no way private or mysterious or secretive - all cards ( but one or so ) are on the table with her.   Oversharing, compensating, info-dumping ( Gods help you if you get her excited ).  She never shut up as a child, and she grew so tired of the embarrassment it brought her by her teens that she just tried to stop talking all together.  All of her twenties was spent relearning how to talk to people and in her thirties, now struck with deafness, she was again too embarrassed to communicate ( internalized ableism ain’t fun, kids ).  Her forties finally showed her how to balance communication and discretion and she spread her social butterfly wings after finding peace in her new disabled reality.  She has the hang of biting her tongue now... mostly..  Well, she knows when to shut up about half of the time but alas, not usually, and most of the time she still doesn’t realize she’s being annoying or dominating or impolite until after the words have rocketed out of her mouth.  She’d also like to think she’s great at keeping secrets and to a degree, she is… but I wouldn’t trust her with any of mine- that I will say.       She doesn’t know why she’s like this, and it only bothers her occasionally now, but we in the modern world would witness this behavior and understand this as a symptom of Autism and / or ADHD. 

     The other side of this communication coin is that she is under the mistaken impression that everyone is as trust worthy as she is.  I’ve said this before but Jessica tends to trust people a tad too quickly and “give too much away” so to speak.  It’s gotten her into trouble, gotten her back stabbed, and even gotten her heart broken a time or two; but for some reason she never really, truly learns.  Even in her 40s and 50s she still constantly has to make an active effort to show restraint and verbally remind herself to trust carefully instead of throwing her heart at a wall.       A tiny part of this is just flat out denial; one of the reasons she’s survived as long as she has despite everything is because she truly believes that humans are a worthy species and that most people are worth knowing or fighting for until proven otherwise ( put a pin in that too ).  She’s not too trusting, she thinks, that person was just deceptive and evil!   Another part of this, perhaps sub or semiconsciously, is deeply tied to her unwavering belief that community is the central pillar of survival, both hers specifically and the human race’s.  She’s a biology student, shes a captain, shes an urchin, she’s a mammal, she’s a primate; even before she read Charles Darwin or John Locke she was living proof that humans only thrive if they thrive together.       So trust is a lifeline that goes both ways, and if you break that trust, you break that lifeline.  There is no recovering broken trust with Captain Red Jessica unless you have damn good evidence that there was merely a misunderstanding.  Breaking trust is the worst thing you can do.  In her mind, again for the most part subconsciously, you are not only a danger to her survival, but to her community’s.  One bad apple and all that.  She will kill you and to her you will deserve it.  For someone with an intense and ingrained love of humanity, she actually has very little regard for human life.  How is that possible?      This is, again, most likely a part the AuDHD experience.  Trying to imagine those around her as not thinking and feeling in the exact way she thinks and feels is extremely difficult ( also contributing to why she assumes people are noble and trustworthy by default ).  She is therefore a practitioner of many seemingly logical contradictions; She has an inflated sense of justice and fairness and indigence while, surprisingly, sporting very little if any real empathy.  She wears her emotions and her sense of self like a loose fitting and removable jacket, her actions and reactions feeling very literally like a constant and careful performance, while still unable to predict or control her flash-point temper or dizzying excitement.  She is sensitive and sympathetic, even treating plants or inanimate objects like they might have feelings, while, again, not having a whole lot of empathy.  She can’t relate to other people’s emotions or sometimes even her own emotions unless they are being felt Right Now while also seeming to understand things about herself and others that most people would never have figured out about themselves.  Leading to my final point. 

     Whether she realizes it or not, whether she likes it or not, and whether she knows how to wield it or not,  Jessica could learn to be a master manipulator if she wanted to be one.  While she herself has a very difficult time with social cues and is woefully unobservant unless something captures her intrest, she is, as stated above, uncannily perceptive and a phenomenal actress.  She had to learn young how to blend in with other people but didn’t quite get the hang of it until she was in her teens.  This late development of her superego allowed a unique look into why people do what they do and why she needed to behave how they behaved, something lost on most allistic people who develop socially by five or six ( in theory anyway ).   She can pick people apart with very little information and understands what makes people tick with imperfect but surprising accuracy.  This makes her excellent at persuasion and getting on peoples good side.  On top of that, as stated before, her perception of the world around her and her own perception of herself is a carefully constructed performance; a behavior we might call masking.  Her gender is an act, her personality is an act, her less intense emotions are an act; they are acts she’s grown comfortable with and are the closest to genuine she can be without just dropping the mask all together, but they are no less performative.  This means that she is actually a pretty convincing actress and, by proxy, a fantastic liar.       Luckily, Jess is mature enough to understand that attempts at manipulation would only alienate her from her wants, survival, comfort, beauty, love, stimulation, and respect, rather than aid in obtaining them.  True love and respect can’t be extorted ( but maybe in making the choice to not manipulate she’s secretly manipulating the situation in her favor ( or she’s just overthinking again )).  But that’s not to say she’s above it, and that’s certainly not to say she thinks lying is bad inherently.  She can lie, just as she can kill or steal or maim, to protect and obtain her interests.  And she can justify the means to her end almost every time.  Her morals are a subject for another time, but I’ll end with this: if mental gymnastics were a sport, Red Jessica would be an Olympian.       Thank you.

[influencermagazineuk]

James Gunn Shuts Down Fake AI Superman Trailer with Perfect Comeback

Hollywood and the use of Artificial Intelligence (AI) have been and continue to be at the forefront of public debates lately, especially with a lot of filmmakers opposing it. Most of their fears are backed by the fact that AI tools mostly give 'derivative' content most of the time and are based on stolen works. James Gunn, co-CEO for DC Studios, is one of the most notable critics of AI in the industry. He condemned the unleashing of a false AI-generate preview to a long-awaited Superman movie. The trailer, misrepresented as an official teaser and that aired in a news feature on France's state channel France 2, was part of the latter's program on Super/Man: The Christopher Reeve Story, but ended unexpectedly with what was described as a preview for James Gunn's film about Superman. This soon created a buzz online, where many viewers were quick to find out that it was merely a poorly generated AI fake. The online community did not waste time ridiculing the fraudulent trailer, pointing out its flaws. Gage Skidmore from Peoria, AZ, United States of America, CC BY-SA 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons In return, Gunn himself soon responded to the conversation via social media. Posting a clip of the trailer created by the AI on X (formerly Twitter), Gunn did not have to talk to make a statement. He only put up three vomiting emojis as a reply in a powerful visual statement of how he detested it. That was a very easy manner of speaking out, but it said all there was in words about the frustration he bore regarding the use of AI in such deceptive ways. In a comment on the subsequent post, the producer of the false trailer made his wish that James Gunn never came across it. In a perfectly witty reply, Gunn tossed back the words, "I wish this as well." His scathing repartee especially pushed the point further by bringing to the fore of his disdain for the subterfuge and, by association, the blurring between reality and AI of such false portrayals . James Gunn's Reluctance to Tolerate AI in Entertainment Yet, to be sure, this is not the first time that Gunn has publicly had a word to say about his potential use of AI in creative fields. Already in March, he responded to yet another AI-generated picture claiming to feature David Corenswet as the new actor cast as Superman in his costume. The picture had been spread all over the internet and had claimed to present an exclusive first look at the actor in the role. Gunn, never one to pass on an opportunity to seize sarcasm, commented on the inaccuracies that abound in the image, playfully poking and prodding how it is obviously just from AI. A funny yet bitter review, you could say that clarifies his take against AI being used for this purpose. However, Gunn's objections run further than aesthetics or the accuracy of AI-generate content. His scathing critique further takes up the general sense that seems to remain the quiet cry of too many creators in cinema and television: AI poses a danger to real creativity. Many of these tools rely heavily on preexisting works, and as a collective, they fear this constitutes using their intellectual properties. By drawing content from already well-established arts, AI systems are able to deliver that which could technically be called original but, in reality, consists of nothing but a total lack of actual creativity and often is soulless. Further than the quality of the film and its images, this debate has gone beyond films and images. Perhaps the aspect of AI's effect on screenwriting, acting, and other productions has been the most contentious, hotly debated among film participants. Many filmmakers, actors, and writers fear that one day AI can take a human job away from humans, reducing the difference that makes great stories so unique and distinct. Gunn's public declaration against AI marks a growing concern that such emerging technologies may mean sweeping away what makes the entertainment industry so authentic. A Larger Creative Opposition James Gunn is one among many artists in Hollywood and beyond who find AI technology repulsive, but there exists a much larger resistance. Many artists, writers, directors, and everyone else abhors AI for mainly due to two reasons: it tends to draw significantly from existing art, and it cannot truly reproduce the human expression for its lack of human imagination in the best sense. AI only imitates but cannot innovate, thus unsuitable to replace human creativity. This puts forward a bigger issue- at least when put into context of the arts-one about the ethics of AI and its place in society. With James Gunn now at the helm of DC Studios, AI-generated content is not happening anytime soon. It is worthy of commendation that the filmmaker works hard to safeguard creative integrity, and it does do well with those who believe that technology should supplement the human element that goes into art rather than trying to replace it. Given its constant evolution and expanding capabilities, further discussion about AI in creative industries will continue most likely. But for now, filmmakers like James Gunn are fighting back to the right stands in terms of making sure that whatever film they will produce will be crafted from human imagination and not from machine learning. Read the full article

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The Impact of Dark Patterns: Ethical Considerations in Persuasive UI/UX Design

In the digital age, user interfaces (UI) and user experiences (UX) have become powerful tools for shaping human behavior. While good design can enhance usability and user satisfaction, there's a darker side to this practice known as "dark patterns." These deceptive design techniques manipulate users into taking actions they might not otherwise choose, raising significant ethical concerns in the field of UI/UX design.

Understanding Dark Patterns

Dark patterns are UI/UX design choices that benefit an online service by coercing, steering, or deceiving users into making unintended and potentially harmful decisions. These patterns exploit cognitive biases and human psychology to influence user behavior, often at the expense of the user's best interests.

Common examples of dark patterns include:

1. Trick questions: Confusing form options that lead users to give consent unwittingly.

2. Sneaking: Adding items to a user's cart without their knowledge.

3. Disguised ads: Advertisements designed to look like navigation elements or content.

4. Forced continuity: Making it difficult for users to cancel subscriptions or memberships.

5. Friend spam: Requesting access to contacts under the guise of finding friends, then spamming those contacts.

6. Hidden costs: Revealing previously undisclosed charges late in the checkout process.

The Ethical Dilemma

The use of dark patterns presents a significant ethical dilemma for designers and businesses. On one hand, companies aim to maximize conversions, engagement, and profits. On the other hand, these practices can erode user trust, damage brand reputation, and potentially violate consumer protection laws.

The core ethical issues surrounding dark patterns include:

1. Deception: Dark patterns often involve misleading users, which violates the principle of honesty in design.

2. Manipulation: They exploit psychological vulnerabilities, potentially overriding users' true intentions.

3. Lack of transparency: Many dark patterns operate by obscuring information or options from users.

4. Disregard for user autonomy: These techniques can limit users' ability to make free and informed choices.

Impact on Users and Businesses

The consequences of employing dark patterns can be far-reaching for both users and businesses:

For Users:

- Financial loss: Users may make unwanted purchases or continue unwanted subscriptions.

- Privacy violations: Dark patterns can trick users into sharing more personal data than intended.

- Time waste: Navigating deliberately confusing interfaces can be frustrating and time-consuming.

- Erosion of trust: Negative experiences can lead to a general distrust of digital services.

For Businesses:

- Short-term gains: Dark patterns may boost immediate conversions or revenue.

- Long-term losses: User frustration can lead to decreased loyalty and negative word-of-mouth.

- Legal risks: As awareness grows, dark patterns are increasingly facing legal scrutiny and potential fines.

- Reputation damage: Exposure of manipulative practices can severely harm a company's image.

The Role of Designers in Ethical UI/UX

Designers play a crucial role in shaping the digital experiences of millions of users. With this power comes the responsibility to create interfaces that are not only effective but also ethical. Here are some considerations for ethical UI/UX design:

1. Prioritize transparency: Clearly communicate all relevant information to users, including costs, data usage, and subscription terms.

2. Respect user choice: Provide easy opt-out options and honor user preferences without resistance.

3. Simplify, don't complicate: Strive for clarity in design, avoiding unnecessary complexity that could confuse users.

4. Test for unintended consequences: Regularly evaluate designs to ensure they're not inadvertently steering users towards undesired actions.

5. Advocate for ethical practices: Designers should be prepared to push back against requests to implement dark patterns.

Regulatory Landscape and Industry Response

As awareness of dark patterns grows, regulatory bodies are starting to take notice. In the European Union, the General Data Protection Regulation (GDPR) includes provisions that can be interpreted to prohibit certain dark patterns, especially those related to data collection consent. In the United States, the California Consumer Privacy Act (CCPA) explicitly bans dark patterns that subvert user privacy choices.

Industry self-regulation is also emerging. Organizations like the Dark Patterns Tip Line allow users to report manipulative designs, while initiatives like the Ethical Design Manifesto provide guidelines for creating user-centric, transparent interfaces.

Alternatives to Dark Patterns: Ethical Persuasion in Design

While dark patterns represent unethical persuasion, there are ethical ways to influence user behavior through design:

1. Value proposition: Clearly communicate the benefits of a product or action to motivate users.

2. Social proof: Show how others have benefited from a service to encourage adoption.

3. Scarcity and urgency: Use these tactics transparently and honestly, without false claims.

4. Gamification: Implement reward systems that encourage positive user behaviors.

5. Personalization: Tailor experiences to user preferences to increase relevance and engagement.

The key difference is that these techniques aim to persuade through honest communication and by aligning with user interests, rather than through deception or exploitation.

The Future of Ethical UI/UX Design

As digital experiences become increasingly central to our lives, the importance of ethical design practices will only grow. The future of UI/UX design likely involves:

1. Increased user awareness: As users become more savvy about dark patterns, demand for transparent design will increase.

2. Regulatory evolution: Expect more comprehensive laws addressing manipulative design practices.

3. Ethical design tools: Development of frameworks and tools to help designers identify and avoid dark patterns.

4. Emphasis on user empowerment: Designs that give users more control and insight into their digital experiences.

5. AI and ethics: As AI becomes more prevalent in UI/UX, ensuring ethical AI-driven interfaces will be crucial.

Conclusion

The impact of dark patterns on digital experiences is profound, affecting user trust, business reputation, and the overall health of the digital ecosystem. As designers and businesses, we have a responsibility to create interfaces that respect user autonomy, foster trust, and provide genuine value.

By prioritizing ethical considerations in UI/UX design, we can build digital environments that not only meet business objectives but also enhance user well-being. The path forward involves ongoing dialogue, self-reflection, and a commitment to placing user interests at the heart of design decisions.

Ultimately, the most successful digital experiences will be those that align business goals with user needs through honest, transparent, and user-centric design. By rejecting dark patterns and embracing ethical persuasion, we can create a digital world that empowers users and builds lasting relationships between businesses and their customers.

Devoq Design is a top UI/UX design agency with a strong presence in both West Virginia and Wisconsin. As a leading UI/UX design agency in West Virginia, Devoq Design is known for creating intuitive and visually captivating digital experiences tailored to the needs of local businesses. In UI/UX design agency in Wisconsin, Devoq Design continues to excel by delivering innovative design solutions that enhance user engagement and overall satisfaction. With a team of expert designers, Devoq Design ensures that every project is customized to meet the specific goals of its clients, driving digital success in both states.

[jimothy-g-brooks]

My D&Derivatives [Summoning (Redux)]

Retuning ideas from D&Derivative 3

Lots of inspiration taken from Exalted

Though mages already have the necessary background knowledge to do it, anyone can summon otherwordly creatures using any stat. Wisdom & Intelligence are best, Charisma & Cunning also work but Dexterity & Toughness might require some, ahem, heavy lifting, but it can be done. The process is deceptively simple, honestly, all you need is a circle.

Who Are These People

In the ancient days before nights, there was the Wyld, the Maelstrom, Infinite Chaos, Endless Possibility. Within the Wyld lived two race, Mortals and Immortals. Immortals were like gods, able to shape Chaos in accordance to their whim, allowed to dance and sing and murder upon a ceaseless canvas to their heart's contents. Mortals were allowed to suck it.

A faction of Immortals set themselves apart from their brethren by caring for their lessers, and so were called Angels. In turn, another faction arose that delighted in ruining the works of the Angels and tormenting their Mortal pets, and so were called Demons. All other Immortals watched on, abstaining or interfering as it suited them, and so were called Fairies.

The Angels smote the center of Infinite and cleared away a great if Finite expanse, an island of Order in the Chaos, the Material to stand above the Maelstrom, the World that was not the Wyld. Pleased with their creation, the Angels set their Heaven above the World in order to admire their work. The Demons took offense to this and tried to destroy it, digging a Bottomless Pit underneath the World.

The Angels built a series of Nine Rings around the Pit, fortress-constructs that were both physical barriers and metaphysical seals. In time, the sentries manning the Ring became corrupted by the endless defensive and sought to take the battle back to the Demons. Callous and cruel, but not cruel for its own sake, for pleasure or profit, but cruelty for cruelty, fighting fire with fire, paying evil unto evil, and so were called Devils.

In time, other Immortals emigrated to the Material, seeking asylum from the Maelstrom. The Angels took pity on them and gave them purpose, giving them forms and charging them with the maintenance of the natural world, and so were called Elementals. Often they are called Elemental Spirits, to differentiate them from their primary tools, Elemental Constructs.

In time, new generations of Demons arose in the Pit, less dedicated to the destruction of the World and far more interested in is ruination or corruption. The youngest generation even has designs of preserving the World and reshaping it in their image. The middle generation has fewer ambition than younger or elder, and wishes only to indulge their horrible hungers in the playground of the Material.

Mortals learn magic, they learn how to conjure creatures of their World and beyond. Each one subjected to different rules and behaviors that an aspiring summoner will have to learn to survive what they bring forth.

How Does Summoning Work

I'm not sure. Blood, runes, true names, sacred places, primal screaming, singing and dancing like they did back in the days before nights, the right words, for a given definition of "right" and sometimes even "words". A circle, you always need a circle. Besides animals and elemental constructs, summons should be for the long haul, brought into this World to return at their leisure or bound to their summoner or their contract for a period of time.

Construct Magic, such as Necromancy or Stoicheiomancy, creating lesser undead or elemental constructs, doesn't count as Summoning but tends to get lumped in with it as a means of "minion magic". They don't have behavior, they perfectly obey their masters as extension of their creators. They also require constant maintenance, constructs siphoning magic from their creator and undead needing fresh mortal blood to sustain their rotting bodies or to be replaced when they fall apart.

Animals are easy to summon, they exist in this World, you're pulling them from somewhere else and just placing them next to you to cause untold amounts of ecological damage. The only problem is getting them to do what you want, so more advanced magic is needed to summon animals with enchantments layered over them. Magic to make them berserk if needed for battle, and then basic Friend-Foe recognition if you don't want you and yours to be mauled to death by the angry bear you just teleported in. You can also give it one relatively simple instruction upon summoning, like "Guard this spot", "Run in that direction making a lot of noise", "Carry this small item to this destination", etc. It will be compelled to do so but also it will be compelled not to die.

Angels and their servitors, be they of the Fallen variety or not, still carry the mantle of the creators of the World. They cannot be forcibly summoned, let alone be forced to obey the will of a mortal mage. One opens a portal to Heaven or Hell and hopes something steps through. Angels are nicer but they still have jobs. Devils also have jobs but they consider galavanting on the mortal realm as a part of its description, so long as they have evildoers to flay alive. A Devil has a far broader range of what they consider acceptable actions and collateral damage for the "greater good", and sometimes the casualties can include the summoners.

Elemental Spirits, having Heavenly Edicts, are similarly immune to forced summoning and a lot less inclined to help anyone out of a sense of altruism. You can endeavor to call one's attention but, unlike other critters on this list, location is key. The Elemental Spirit must be nearby to come to you or, and this is a possibility, tell you where to find them. From there, you better have something they want for bothering to make the call.

Fairies sometimes make their way inside the World from the Wyld. They must abide by certain behavioral restrictions that assure no Demonic intent, such as agreeing not to being ruination to the World, not to tell an outright lie and to honor any deals they make, even to the lowliest Mortal. They are interested in making deals but their prices can be steep, and means of enforcing the other end of the deal. They are not actively malevolent, and even capable of some genuine affection for those that capture their attention. They are not altruistic, they are greedy and selfish, if pragmatic and keen on enlightened self-interest.

Demons are the final available creatures on the list of entities a mage may bring in. Along with the undead, they are the most problematic and parts of the pair most people think of when they imagine mages' minions. Inhabiting the Bottomless Pit, the Nine Rings Of Hell impose bindings on any demon ushered forth by diabolical rites. They may, however, be conjured through the same method as Angels, allowing the demon to walk freely upon the World whatever awful end it imagines. The mad, the desperate and the foolish may hear demonic whispers in their dreams trying to convince them to do exactly that. Their heads are filled with promises that, surely, the abyssal tiger won't eat their face.

Demons may be divided into three generations, depending on their disposition, and so are each treated differently by the bindings of Hell. The 1st Generation are wholly committed to the ruination and annihilation of the World and therefore are subject to the strictest of bindings; they are obligated to obey the commands of their summoner to the letter. Unfortunately, even the younger servitors will pounce on the opportunity of an ill-worded command and the elders of their kind are past masters of finding loop holes or creative interpretations.

Demons of the 2nd Generation, the unambitious middle children, only desire to wet their appetites and care not for the state of the World. Therefore, they have looser chains than their elders. Demons of this generation are saddled with an impetus of loyalty towards their summoner. They are filled with the desire to please their summoner and not disappoint them. However, these artificial feelings do not supercede their natural, awful urges.

The go-to example often cited is summoning a demonic brute to guard a village. The brute will know you must favor these people in some way and therefore will broadly favor them as well, but will reason you cannot favor them as individuals. When the summoner returns, the village will be largely intact to the best of the brute's abilities but it will definitely have eaten a few inhabitants.

Finally, there are Demons of the 3rd Generation. These, among the youngest of their kind, have found a strange sort of religion. It is a belief that stands in opposition to the most eldest; they desire the continuation and preservation of the World. At least, one reshaped in their own image. This faction has managed to negotiate with the Fallen of Hell for the similar bindings placed upon visiting Fairies from the Wyld. Stemming from this, the less knowledgeable may call these Demons "Devils". They are extremely interested in making deals and their prices can seem reasonable, at first. They are adepts at seeking out desperation, finding those in desperately need and setting their prices accordingly. They will begin upping the ante, demanding more and more deplorable favors in return, damning their masters and bringing the World closer to damnation.

All summoning should feel a little bit adversarial but demons most of all, but they should also be the most tempting. There is a reason the masses look poorly on the practice and a reason why would-be summoners come to it again and again.

[fift33nfathoms]

A guide for Replacing JP PSP 2000 Screens

Hello!!!!!

I was inspecting my PSP and realized that my screen had a chip/dent that distorts the image quality 😢. So I decided to replace it, and record my experience while doing so!

I stumbled across many hurdles that didn't have solid answers(COUGH SCREWS COUGH), due to the type of PSP I own (2000, JP ver. ). So, I wanted to make a post that detailed EVERYTHING required to replace a screen. Hopefully this helps!

Purchasing Supplies

I found the best luck for PSP parts on Ebay, especially since shipping is considerably cheaper and faster in comparison to Amazon. However, I have seen sites like this:

https://everythingpsp.com/ - (Made by a top-rated eBay seller)

Which offer parts at a good price, although I can't 100% vouch for them.

I personally bought my LCD screen from here , since they have alot of reviews and are an American seller (same country = faster shipping). They also offer an add-on kit with most of the random supplies you may need (electrical tape/glue, wedge to pry open delicate parts, Phillips screwdrivers, etc.), which saves a lot of energy, BUT, everyone's device is different.

If you have an American PSP, then that's all you really need, but if you have the Japanese version, you probably need a Torx screwdriver with a T1, T2, and T3 size. The kit doesn't have this (Only T5/T6), so you'll have to buy it in person or online.. They're easy to find in a set. I personally purchased my screwdrivers on Amazon, however this specific set doesn't come with a casing.

Why am I saying a range of Torx screwdrives instead of 1? Well, in my experience, I needed 2 separate sizes (T2, T3) to remove the Torx screws (even though they looked deceptively close to a T5, and generally just looked similar) ... So to save yourself the hassle; buy a set. Dunno why my PSP came with different Torx screws, but I guess I'm just unlucky! 💀

If you're unsure of what type of screws you have, watch the videos later in this post, and inspect your PSP. Everything should be visible without disassembling (You'll have to take out a battery and possibly remove a sticker though.) You're specifically looking for the shape of the screws, which will resemble the patterns in this diagram:

These are labelled, and will allow you to identify the screw type when purchasing. I personally needed Phillips and Torx.

So, here's my recommendation on what to buy:

Torx T3, T2, and T1 screw drivers (Buy in a set with larger sizes to be safe. If you have an American PSP then you shouldn't need this, but again read what I said above this. T1 isn't NECESSARY, but better safe than sorry?)

1.5 Philips screw driver (3.0 mm)

2 Flat, wedge/like tools for removing parts

Electrical Tape/Glue (Optional, I personally didn't need it but good to have.)

Screen Protector, 'cos the screen and casing are VERY scratch prone

Installation

To be honest, I'm not a tech guy, so I won't bother explaining how to do this word for word. However, here are some videos that I followed exactly, and they should work for you. Beyond the screws, JP and USA PSP's are mostly alike, with some differences that are insignificant for what we're trying to accomplish. I'll also piggy back off the information given with my own tips so you (hopefully) don't screw up your PSP!

This video has a good angle of how to install the LCD screen cables into the motherboard, go to (7:22)

Keep your screws in a safe place! I personally put them in plastic baggies, just incase I knock something over. This prevents scattering, and possibly losing screws. You REALLY don't wanna do that, since these screws keep the casing of your PSP together. You could also use a cup, bottlecap, or anything really.

2. Be careful, especially when removing the casing and screen. Those are the harrowing part of the installation, since too much force can genuinely ruin the motherboard, or rend a button or two useless. Take your time, and ease it out.

3. When inserting the screen cables into the motherboard, make sure it's in there completely. It should be a snug fit . The second video perfectly shows how it can be done, but again every console is different.

4) KEEP YOUR OLD SCREEN, until you've confirmed that the new one works. I've read some horror stories of new screens having dead pixels, scratches, etc., and you only find out once the new screen is installed. For this reason, hold onto your old screen until you've confirmed that all is good.

Here's a video of me installing the screen!

But honestly, this is not the hardest of things to do. As long as you're gentle, and follow the instructions then ya should realistically run into no problems. It's a pretty quick installation, with all things considered, so yeah! Hopefully this was helpful, and stay tuned for more PSP modding posts! If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Cheers!

[titanplumbingauservice]

Plumbing Problems? How a Professional Plumber Can Save the Day

In the hustle and bustle of daily life, it’s easy to take for granted the intricate network of pipes and fixtures that keep our homes running smoothly. That is until something goes wrong. Whether it’s a leaky faucet that won’t stop dripping or a clogged toilet that refuses to flush, plumbing issues can quickly turn into a homeowner’s nightmare.

This is where the unsung hero of household maintenance steps in—the plumber. These skilled professionals are trained to handle a wide range of plumbing emergencies with expertise and precision. Let’s explore why calling in a 24/7 Newport Plumbing is often the best solution when faced with plumbing problems.

Expertise and Knowledge

One of the primary reasons to hire a professional plumber is their expertise. A licensed plumber undergoes rigorous training and certification processes to ensure they have the knowledge and skills to tackle any plumbing issue. From understanding the complex network of pipes in your home to knowing the best materials and techniques for repairs, a plumber brings invaluable expertise to the table.

Diagnosing the Problem

Have you ever tried to fix a leaky pipe or a running toilet, only to find yourself more perplexed than when you started? Plumbing systems can be deceptively complex, and what seems like a minor issue on the surface could have deeper underlying causes. A professional plumber has the experience to accurately diagnose the problem and identify any contributing factors, saving you time and frustration.

Efficiency and Effectiveness

Attempting DIY plumbing repairs can sometimes worsen the problem or lead to temporary fixes that don’t hold up over time. On the other hand, a professional plumber will not only fix the immediate issue but also ensure that the repair is done correctly the first time. This means you can rest easy knowing that your plumbing system is in good hands and that the problem won’t recur.

Tools and Technology

Professional plumbers come equipped with specialised tools and advanced technology designed specifically for plumbing repairs. From high-pressure water jetting for clearing stubborn clogs to video camera inspection systems for identifying hidden leaks, these tools allow plumbers to work efficiently and effectively, ultimately saving you both time and money.

Comprehensive Services

Plumbing is not just about fixing leaks and unclogging drains. A qualified plumber Newport offers a wide range of services to keep your plumbing system in top condition. This includes installing new fixtures, upgrading outdated plumbing systems, conducting routine maintenance checks, and even providing advice on water conservation practices.

Emergency Response

Plumbing emergencies rarely happen at convenient times. Whether it’s a burst pipe in the middle of the night or a malfunctioning water heater on a holiday weekend, professional plumbers are available to provide emergency services around the clock. Knowing that help is just a phone call away can bring peace of mind during stressful situations.

Safety and Compliance

Working with plumbing systems can involve handling hazardous materials and navigating potentially dangerous situations, such as gas leaks or electrical components near water sources. Professional plumbers are well-versed in safety protocols and regulatory requirements, ensuring that repairs and installations are conducted in compliance with local codes and standards.

Peace of Mind

Perhaps the most significant benefit of hiring a professional plumber is the peace of mind that comes with knowing your home’s plumbing system is in good hands. By relying on their expertise, you can avoid the headaches and uncertainties of DIY repairs and rest assured that your plumbing will function smoothly for years to come.

Final Words

While it may be tempting to tackle plumbing issues on your own, the advantages of hiring a professional plumber far outweigh the risks. From their expertise and specialised tools to their ability to handle emergencies and ensure compliance with safety standards, plumber Newport plays a crucial role in maintaining the integrity and efficiency of your home’s plumbing system. 

So, the next time you’re faced with a plumbing problem, don’t hesitate to call in the experts—they’ll save the day, and your sanity, one pipe at a time.

Source: Plumbing Problems? How a Professional Plumber Can Save the Day

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The CP Diary: Keeping It Real

As I write I continue to keep things real. Truth is an indomitable and powerful force that shouldn't be denied or ignored. It is the foundation of honesty, integrity, and authenticity. It is the essence of reality, unaffected by opinions and beliefs.

Writing the Truth

Writing the truth requires a commitment to exploring and expressing the facts, even when they are difficult or uncomfortable. It involves delving into the depths of one's experiences and observations and presenting them honestly and accurately.

An Open Mind

When it comes to writing the truth, it requires an open mind, a willingness to question assumptions and an ability to separate facts from opinions. It necessitates diligent research, careful analysis and a commitment to accuracy and objectivity.

Responsibility and Impact

I believe it is important to consider the impact of our words and the responsibility that comes with presenting information to others. The truth can be a powerful tool for change, but it must be used with care and compassion.

The truth isn't always easy to write or for others to read. It can be painful, challenging and sometimes controversial. However, it is essential for seeking understanding, promoting justice and fostering a genuine connection with others.

The Necessity of Writing the Truth

In a world where misinformation and deceit is easily spread, writing the truth is a necessary antidote. It holds the power to expose deceptions, inspire us to reflect, and create meaningful change.

A Moral Obligation

When it comes to writing, we all have a moral obligation to write the truth and for our writing to be a pillar of journalistic integrity. It is crucial for the preservation of democracy, the pursuit of justice and the advancement of knowledge.

A Higher Purpose

Writing the truth is about seeking and sharing a deeper understanding of ourselves, our world and our shared humanity. It is a call to embrace honesty, transparency and the pursuit of a higher truth that transcends personal biases and agendas. It has to.

Empower Yourself – Keep It Real

Keeping it real may be uncomfortable, it may even "piss us off initially," but keeping it real will in the longer term empower us to make changes and for the better. Keeping it real is a crucial aspect of personal growth, self-awareness and empowerment. By acknowledging and accepting our true selves, and our flaws, we can break free from the shackles of stress, pretence and societal expectations. It's what I choose to do with The CP Diary – it's what I continue to do every day.

Keeping it real means I can live with mine and the universal truths. Reading and re-reading what I write, also means we can be true and accepting of ourselves – it means lives can flourish and relationships can improve. My blog is genuine, please keep reading!

For more inspirational, lifestyle blogs, please check out my site https://www.thecpdiary.com

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EuroComb: Aluminium Honeycomb Panels Processing Demystified

Remember the internal tug-of-war when smartphones arrived, and we held on to our trusted push-button mobiles? Today we have long since bid them goodbye, having overcome our initial misgivings about smartphones.

Innovations are accompanied by apprehensions, which once demystified, open up a world of benefits! It’s the same with Aluminium Honeycomb Panels (AHPs). This blog will therefore focus on bursting the bubbles of doubt surrounding AHP processing, to promote informed decisions that help reap the amazing benefits of this lightweight

EuroComb Panel – a great boon for Clean Room Systems, Commercial Facades, Ceilings, Coach Bodies, and Aerospace Applications.

A word about Aluminium Honeycomb Panels: Inspired by nature, EuroComb is a sandwich panel with a hexagonal honeycomb structure at its core that contributes to its lightweight, while simultaneously augmenting stiffness and stability. Built on the principles of safety and environment-friendliness, EuroComb incorporates fire-retardant properties and are fully recyclable. Added advantages are their superior flatness, exceptional stiffness, and sound insulation. Our PVDF coating makes EuroComb weatherproof, UV resistant, waterproof and dust-proof.

Now let’s deal with the deceptive doubts.

Myth: EuroComb processing is complex and difficult, requiring highly skilled labour.

Reality: EuroComb processing employs normal tools with specific tool extensions to make processing easy – ensuring a smooth finished product with minimum effort.

So, let’s explore each process to demystify the AHP Processing myth.

Cutting – employs two simple tools:

Pitch Router/Hand Router

Common Blade

The Pitch Router affixed with the Common Blade is effortlessly guided across the length of the AHP that is to be cut. That’s it – the job is done!

Edging – involves four tools:

Electric Router

Rectangular Groove Bit

Pitch Router/Hand Router

Common Blade

The Electric Router affixed with the Rectangular Groove is guided across the bottom edge, keeping the EuroComb’s top cover intact. The Pitch Router’s Common Blade is then guided across to make a groove on the Top cover, enabling it to be manually bent over the smoothened edge, to conceal it. Voilà, you have a smooth finished product with edges neatly and safely covered!

Folding – uses the same four tools as Edging:

Electric Router

Rectangular Groove

Pitch Router/Hand Router

Common Blade

The Electric Router affixed with the Rectangular Groove when guided across the area to be folded, will efficiently scoop off the bottom cover and honeycomb core, keeping the top cover intact. The Pitch Router’s Common Blade is then run across the top cover to make a groove, enabling the desired manual folding. Hey presto! – You have a safe, smooth finished product accurately and impeccably folded at 90°.

Innovation is the avenue through which the world progresses, and hence at Eurobond, we are proud to be India’s first ACP brand to manufacture EuroComb – Aluminium Honeycomb Panels in-house. Our 15-year warranty exudes our confidence because we leverage the best quality control procedures that test our EuroComb with advanced equipment – to secure your safety.

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In this case, I was calling you a liar for repeatedly claiming that I wasn't replying to the points you raised, when the truth was that you simply didn't like my answers. This is one of the hazards of lying so much: you've forgotten what, exactly, you were lying about. As for getting out, I didn't say it would be easy, and I didn't say getting out would be the only thing I'd try. There were other things I would also try to do, before hurling myself in front of Israeli weapons in service to a foreign-funded theocratic organization. But hey, maybe if you throw a few more exclamation points on there the words I typed that are still right here will just disappear:) As for who's responsible? Quite a few groups, actually. Hamas, first and foremost, what with the whole 'provoking war while using your own populace as human shields'. Neighboring governments, particularly Egypt and Jordan, which do a lot themselves to keep Palestinians suffering. And, of course, the Israeli government...but since you literally think they should just die, it's not surprising that there's only one group you care about. What I admitted was that, like all militaries the world over, Israel sometimes lies about the targets it's struck with its military. Sometimes this is, in military and strategic terms, perfectly aboveboard: you don't always publicize what you've hit, why, or who was there; sometimes it's political, and sometimes its a malicious deception to evade responsibility for mistakes and/or war crimes. You've already shown that even by layman social media terms, you know jack shit about warfare in general and urban warfare in particular. You literally think Israel should just die, so of course to your bigoted little brain the destruction is unnecessary. Meanwhile, out here in the rest of the world, if someone makes war on you and makes a policy of ducking under the beds of children afterwards, eventually you're going to strike back. Not just Israelis, anyone. Any halfway sophisticated understanding of things like game theory makes clear why this has to be so: because if it's not, whenever someone hides behind civilians, they win by default.

An effective strategy? Well, ultimately only time will tell. It's strange, though, that now you're talking about 'effective strategy'. At least half a dozen times I've pointed out how 'effective' the strategy of Hamas is, and you've had shit-all to say about that. Someone could be forgiven for starting to believe you weren't talking in good faith:) I'm not talking about Palestinians, I'm talking about Hamas. Most Palestinians are just trying to keep their heads down and keep themselves and their families safe and fed in a terrible situation, which is what people mostly do in war zones. It's funny you used that Farquad meme, though, because you're very willing for Palestinians to die so as for more Jews to be killed. But then your gutless bigotry is well-established at this point. Hey, here's a fun example of the slipperiness of your antisemitism: according to you, Hamas is the tool Israel uses to oppress Palestinians...yet at the same time, Hamas is an expression of Palestinian violent resistance against Israel. Ain't it funny how to an antisemite like you, Jews can be strong and weak, cunning and stupid, all at the same time?