#SCA Aunt

[sca-nerd]

My friends who have never experienced flooding, and who are about to deal with it from this storm, please remember:

1. NO. YOU CANNOT MAKE IT THROUGH THAT WATER ON THE ROAD. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DRIVING. TURN. AROUND.

2. DO NOT GO WADING THROUGH THE WATER. EVEN IF YOU JUST WANT TO SEE HOW DEEP IT IS. THAT. WATER. IS. CONTAMINATED.

3. IT IS CALLED FLASH FLOODING FOR A REASON. THE WATER RISES AND SURGES IN A FLASH. STAY. HOME.

4. If you're at risk of flooding, raise up any of your belongings now. Put the legs of tall things in buckets. Know where your important documents are.

5. Stay safe.

[sca-nerd]

Shut up, I love this. Everyone look at my newest Squire Nibling. BEHOLD. THEY MAY MAKE THAT BLACK AND GOLD LOOK GOOD.

I wrote a proper actual post on Facebook but possibly I should also tell my tumblr blog. I have a red belt now!!!

Have a dumbass selfie which I'm not putting on Facebook!

(This is also an invitation to hit me harder. I have only had two bruises since getting it, come on, people.)

(Also makes @sca-nerd officially my auntie.)

I am approximately infinitely happy with this. People spent all of Saturday being like "oh good choice, your knight is great" and I got to be like "I KNOW. I'M DELIGHTED" and now I grin like a madman whenever anyone calls me a squire.

[h-i-raeth]

I'd like some of "No Easy Peacetime Girl Here To Be Found" for WIP Wednesday

(WIP Wednesday)

She’ll need supplies first.

A handful of canned goods get swept into the bag with her clothes, and there’s rope in the garage. A first aid kit in the bathroom. A dagger from her aunt in the drawer of her bedside table, and a swiss army knife next to the lighter in her glovebox. She’d give just about anything for a gun, or her aunt’s sword, but the Hideout’s on the edge of town closer to Forest Hills. That’s the opposite direction from Loch Nora. 

If Nancy’s here, she might not have that kind of time.

[nyxila]

MORE of Jinx Isha and Ekko headcanons. BUT this time, its more oc? Like I want to put some here like "what if they had another kid, Jinx's pregnancy etc." And I know, some people hate it. So please if you do not like this idea, do not read this one. I will try to do more so anyone can read them! <3 Not every head canon in this will be about this idea, but there will be. Wich ones wont be about this, I will reuse in another post, so anyone can read it <3

Ekko likes to use pet names on Jinx "babe, dear, love. My darling etc.." she likes them only in privet.

Scar (Ekko's second in comand of firelights) didnt like Isha at first. She was wierd to him. But soon learnd to like her. He was one of the first ones who accepted Jinx among them. To annoy her, he calls her Inx. She as reavenge calls him Sca (she always looks like shes trowing up).

Ekko and Jinx again created their round bike. They annoy the shit out of other firelighs.

Jinx still goes to last drop to just sit in Silco's old office and just talks to herself.

Ekko painted Au Powder so Jinx can see her. Isha saw it too and did her hair as Powder. Jinx got mad at her (for first time in history) and stormed out of the base. Isha spended the day crying in Ekko's arms. When Jinx came back, Isha was still crying but didn't came near Jinx. Jinx after little time couldnt watch Isha cry anymore and just cuddled her for the rest of the night.

When Jinx finded out she was pregnant, her first idea was that for sure she's gona "Jinx" that kid. Later that day Ekko founds her crying. At first she does not want to tell him what happend. When she finally does. He does not react so he wont scare her (he secretly tries not to jump and cry in happiness).

Jinx didn't said anything about her pregnancy until it was visible.

She was acually the calmest in her life during her pregnancy, she was also at her weakest. In the begin of her pregnancy, she trew up daily even two times. Aperently it was thanks to Shimmer.

Ekko was nonstop scared that Shimmer would kill both Jinx and their baby. Luckily it did not.

Isha was extremly happy about the news. She wanted baby sister and was really pissed of when she got little brother. But she loves him.

Jinx is always scared that she will accidently hurt her kids.

She hated how everyone wanted to hold her baby. She let only Ekko to hold their baby.

Vi almost killed Ekko when she founded out about Jinx's pregnancy. Cait was acually the one who stoped her. Even thou she says she does not care, Cait is acually good aunt to both Isha and her brother.

Jayce and Viktor does not visit under city and firelights base often. But they always make super sure to bring Isha and her brother gifts (Viktor insist on this.)

Both Isha and her brother love Lest. They are so confused why kids love them, but they like kids as well.

Sometimes Ekko talks Jinx into letting kids with Scar or some of their friends and they spend time just together. Jinx hates letting kids alone, but she is always greatfull for when Ekko does this.

Jinx, Ekko and Isha has matching nails.

Ekko is weirdly obsessed with Jinx's hair. Like anytime he can, he plays with her hair, brush it, braid it or just hold few of them.

Jinx and Isha both gently tugs on Ekko's clothes when they want/need his attantion.

When Zeri joined firelights, she was jelous over Jinx (bcs she too liked Ekko). They once had fight and after Jinx almost broke Zeri's spine, she stoped even looking at Ekko (Zeri is from league of legends and is also from Zaun. I saw some people shiping Zeri and Ekko so I got this idea, also this is more for people who do not play league)

Jinx and Ekko are both really easily jealous.

When Ekko for the first time heard the song from Au. He asked Jinx for the dance.

When he heard it for the second time, he told her that he loves her.

When he heard it for the fifth time, he proposed.

When he heard it for the tenth time, she told him she is pregnant.

[christiannegg]

An illustration I made and gifted to my Aunt and Uncle this year. They met through and are still avid members of the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronisms), so I wanted to make it look like an illuminated manuscript.

As for the details: their last name starts with an A, Kate keeps bees, Chris is a huge trekkie, and they are standing in the field where they originally met.

[the-hanged-mans-ghost]

Y'ALL GUESS WHOS GETTING A SPINNING WHEEL NEXT WEEK!! I've got some wool here to spin already, but I ordered some roving off etsy, and I'll maybe be picking some up from a farm when I go to visit my aunt!

I've wanted a spinning wheel for a while now, so it's going to be awesome to have my own vintage wheel, I can't wait. An SCA friend is an expert on spinning and wheels, and she offered to show me how to set it up and use it too, she's been so sweet T^T

It's been a hellish past two days but this is a pleasant surprise that makes it ever so slightly less shitty.

[silicon-based-life]

so after my italian renaissance class last year (which had a very big LARP element) i’ve taken the advice of my aunt and mom and decided to try to join the SCA. i’ve done some looking online and i’ve joined a bunch of facebook groups and emailed some folks, and i have my first event in my calendar! and now the next step is to make my garb (which frankly is where half of my interest stems in the first place).

so far i’ve just been doing a ton of research into medieval/early modern clothing, since i don’t have my sewing machine with me here in chicago (but i will be bringing it back with me when i visit home for christmas). so far i’ve started a big google doc of links to blogs and patterns and stores (i want to make most of my garb myself, but i am going to buy shoes because i have zero desire to take up leatherworking just yet), and next i need to plan out my outfit and the colors and whatnot. i’ve been torn between clothing from 14th century england and 15th century italy, but my actual persona is going to be italian so i’m going to start with that and then maybe make some 14th century garb for my friends, who i am also trying to get into reenactment with me.

the thing is, i already have patterns for both a medieval hood and a cotehardie, but it seems like for most of the things i want to make, regardless of era, require that i learn how to draft a pattern so it can be properly form fitting. so there’s a lot of sewing skills I’m going to need to work on!! thankfully i will have my mom around to help me when i go home for Christmas :)

hopefully i can pull something together before 1/6 for my first SCA event, otherwise i’ll have to find something to borrow off of someone, which does mean that i really need to start holiday gifts maxxing right now before i go home and have to start sewing like crazy (because i am insane and insist on handmade gifts every year)

anyway. i’m really excited about this!!! i’m really excited to join the SCA it seems extremely cool and fun and i’m excited to meet other people who are as weirdly invested in the italian renaissance as i am (🤞🏽🤞🏽). and i will definitely be posting garb updates:tm: as they happen

[jortschronicles]

Sion Reliquary Bag

Lady Áshildr inn Hárfagri

November 6, 2021

presented at axeman xvi

Summary

Knitting is an old form of textile production, with extant knitted artifacts dated to the 11th century. Our earliest examples of knitting are intricate, well-made pieces made with a mastery indicating a much earlier date of origin. The earliest knit pieces found in Europe are dated to the 13th century in Spain and Estonia. Five knitted purses were found in Sion, Switzerland dated to the 14th century. Knit in silk thread, in the round, and with a "fair isle" type multicolor patterning, these purses have been reproduced and studied by many artisans of the SCA. In this reproduction, I knitted a bag based on Sion relic-purse I, substituting mercerized cotton crochet thread at a larger gauge and to different dimensions to achieve a specific purpose.

Introduction

I have wanted to participate in Arts & Sciences for some time, but could not bring myself to put in the effort necessary for a project just for me. So in true Legion of Swashbucklers fashion, I determined the ultimate means to drum up the effort for a documentable A&S project would be a gift for the Queen of Ansteorra, Her Royal Majesty Elizabeth I, using my experience with knitting.

Knitting as we know it originated sometime before the 11th century, with our earliest artifacts being knitted short row heel socks from Egypt (Tissus d'Égypte). The earliest known knitted artifacts outside Egypt were knitted cushion covers and gloves belonging to Prince Fernando de la Cerda, some time before 1275CE (Rutt).

Five knitted purses were found in Sion, Switzerland dated to the 14th century, first described by Brigitta Schmedding (Schmedding). These bags are knitted from the top down from silk thread, closed with a three-needle bind off, and used two to three colors at a time to make a pattern. Each bag seems to be closed with a fingerloop braid and have a fingerloop braid strap.

I made this bag once before for HE Sara Asshton of York in the 2020 Sable Swap (pictured in Appendix A) and used lessons learned from that project to improve my approach to this project.

Method / Design

For the construction of this bag, I used Aunt Lydia's Classic 10 Crochet Thread in Dark Royal, Golden Yellow, White, and Black on Hiya Hiya US0 2mm double pointed needles.

I used double pointed needles as they are depicted in early "knitting Madonna" paintings such as Master Bertram of Minden's Visit of the Angel, dated to the 15th c and shown below.

Most "knitting Madonna" paintings seem to depict a 3-and-1 arrangement of double pointed needles, with the stitches spread evenly across three needles with one working needle, but I opted to use a 4-and-1 arrangement to better divide my stitches across much shorter, modern needles.

I used mercerized crochet cotton in place of silk for cost and durability concerns. As this bag is to be a gift for HRM Elizabeth, I want it to be a bag she can use and clean without fear of damaging delicate silk or expensive fibers. From prior experience knitting with both cotton and with silk, my joints and fingers suffered far worse with the silk than with the cotton. Because the readily available cotton (Classic 10) is a greater weight than the original silk, I used larger needles and produced a larger gauge than the original item. My gauge worked out to be 5 stitches/cm and 5 rows/cm as opposed to the 7 rows/cm and 5-6 stitches/cm according to Schmedding (using Knytir's translation). T

I cast on the project on August 9 with 14 repeats of the 12 stitch pattern, preferring the Sion I Chart interpretation in DesMoines's pattern to the chart in Lady Tola Knityr's interpretation. Progress pictures found in appendix B. The bag is only made long enough to hold a large phone, and as such does not have the number of rows or requisite tassels that the reliquary bag has.

There is a noticeable difference in gauge from the bottom to the top of the bag. The original is consistent throughout and bound off with a 3 needle bind off. Midway through production I found my gauge with 3-strand colorwork improving, which unfortunately changed the overall gauge. I chose to reverse the construction of the bag such that the firmest, most accurate gauge is at the top of the bag which will receive the most stress from the ties. The loose gauge at the beginning of the project is the result of knowing how an uneven but too-tight gauge makes colorwork "pucker" in an unsightly fashion, and that floats too loose but unseen on the back side of the product are typically more tolerable than too-tight floats with puckering.

Ends are left untrimmed inside the bag to allow repair options, as the cotton is slippery and I do not trust its ability to stick to itself should I simply weave in the ends and trim. If this bag begins to unravel, I wish to fix it.

The fingerloop braid closure is left off pending the presentation of the gift to the recipient, as it affects the fabric and if she has no interest in the drawstring closure there seems no point in needlessly altering the fabric itself.

Conclusion

If I ever try to knit 3 strand color work again, throw this paper at me.

Bibliography

DesMoines, Anne. Reliquary Style Pouches.

(downlaoded May 2020)

Knytir, Tola. Sion Knitted Purse.

(accessed November 1, 2021). Found in part here

20-knit-purses-in-14thc-switzerland/

Rutt, Richard. ​A History of Handknitting​. Interweave, 1987.

Schmedding, Brigitta. ​Mittelalterliche Textilien in Kirchen Und KloÌ​stern Der

Schweiz: Katalog​. Bern: StaÌ​mpfli, 1978

Tissus d'Égypte: témoins du monde arabe, VIIIe. - XVe. siècles. Collection

Bouvier, Exposition 1993-1994, Musée d'art et d'histoire à Genève. 1994,

Institut du monde arabe à Paris.

APPENDIX A

APPENDIX B

August 10, 2021

October 15, 2021

October 20, 2021

October 28, 2021

Blocking the Final Product October 28, 2021

Thank you for reading this kthxbai

[honey-minded-hivemind]

The Main 🐉Wings of Fire AU Characters' List: Names, Powers, And Tribe/s

(Everyone gets a new name, so as not to cause confusion between the separate tribe aus, and to let them have their own story special to this main au, plus a small description, to help imagine them as dragons. For this au, I imagine the X-Men Evolution versions of everyone, with a few added elements of the Animated Series😊)

• Charles Xavier/Professor Xavier: NightWing

• Name: Chary

• Description: charcoal gray and faded black scales; silver scales on wings are scattered like dewdrops on a leaf; has a partially paralyzed tail, making flight difficult; has a British-sounding voice; green-gray eyes

• Ororo Munroe/Storm: SeaWing/IceWing hybrid

• Name: Maelstrom

• Description: snowy white and pale dawn blue scales; has IceWing ruffs around head and down back and tail, all as white as the ocean foam; has webbing between talons; has some bioluminescent scales along her face, belly, and tail; cool to the touch like a river stone; diamond blue eyes; Splash's aunt

• Logan Howlett/Wolverine: HiveWing

• Name: Wasp

• Description: lemon and orange scales, zig-zagged with shiny, iridescent green-black stripes; has long wrist stingers, with a toxin that sedates others; warm brown eyes; adoptive group dad; is Yellowjacket's dad, and possibly related to Vespid

• Hank McCoy/Beast: SilkWing

• Name: Heath

• Description: navy blue, peacock, and blue-gray scales; sometimes wears glasses, which wrap around his horns; his wings have some streaks of caramel brown, cream, and maroon; has large talons; deep blue eyes

• Scott Summers/Cyclops: SkyWing

• Name: Cardinal

• Description: crimson and goldfish red-gold scales; descended from a firescales SkyWing; wears red quartz glasses due to being near-blind in bright environments unless properly shading his eyes; has hazel eyes

• Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix: LeafWing

• Name: Jasmine

• Description: forest and grass green scales, with reddish-orange wing and sail membranes; has powerful leafspeak; kind; has emerald green eyes

• Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat: NightWing/RainWing hybrid

• Name: Shimmer

• Description: usually has lavender, rose, and misty gray scales; sometimes walks around in camouflage mode; is a vegetarian; the scales under her wings are in the shades of the rainbow instead of completely silver; has pale pink eyes

• Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler: RainWing/SilkWing hybrid

• Name: Kirinia

• Description: sapphire and midnight blue scales; has not yet gone through Metamorphosis; has a prehehnsile tail; has warm yellow eyes; is the son of Majestic; adopted brother to Rootworm

• Anne-Marie/Rogue: HiveWing

• Name: Rootworm

• Description: rust red scales dotted with spots of pale butter yellow, green-gold yellow, and dark black; has deadly toxins in her wing claw-tips and talons; has russet red eyes; has an accent; wears a black choker

• Remy LeBeau/Gambit: LeafWing

• Name: Redwood

• Description: gray-green, bark brown, and tan scales; membranes are a reddish-pink; has a small amount of leafspeak; can influence plants and their fruits to grow, and sometimes make them explode; reddish-pink eyes

• Jubilation Lee/Jubilee: RainWing

• Name: Lemur

• Description: usually goldenrod yellow and rose pink scales; can make a pattern go across her scales that look like fireworks; flares her ruff bright red when angry; bubbly; sunny yellow eyes

• Evan Daniels/Spyke: SeaWing/ 1/4 IceWing

• Name: Splash

• Description: pale lagoon blue-green scales; has a few sharp spines along his back, each a pale greenish-blue; webbed talons; has a few IceWing spikes at the end of his tail; pale green eyes

• Bobby Drake/Iceman: IceWing

• Name: Beluga

• Description: icy white scales with hints of sky blue; shiny; is cold to the touch; has a forked blue tongue; warm personality; has frost blue eyes

• Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane: SilkWing

• Name: Regal

• Description: soft brown and clay red scales, with triangles of lime green down her spine, and small freckles of orange across her cheeks; has not gone through Metamorphosis; has acute sense of smell; bright green eyes

• Samuel "Sam" Guthrie/Cannonball: MudWing

• Name: Cashmere

• Description: warm brown and amber scales; scrawny; considers the younger X-Men (the New Mutants) his sibs; red-egg powers; has caramel brown eyes

• Roberto da Costa/Sunspot: SkyWing

• Name: Robin

• Description: vermillion and golden-orange scales; is a firescales; wears as much treasure as he can in human form; fiery golden eyes

• Danielle "Dani" Moonstar/Mirage: SandWing

• Name: Dune

• Description: sandy yellow-brown scales; brown sail; has a dusky black tail barb; wears a pendant necklace; deep brown eyes

• Illyana Rasputin/Magik: IceWing

• Name: Alba

• Description: ice blue scales; sharp horns and spines; bright blue eyes; slightly stand-offish at first; protective of the younger ones; Polar's younger sister

• Piotr Rasputin/Colossus: IceWing

• Name: Polar

• Description: silvery-gray scales, akin to polished metal; large; friendly; loves his friends and family; Alba's older brother

• Laura Kinney/Wolverine 2.0: HiveWing

• Name: Yellowjacket

• Description: tangerine scales with speckles of pollen yellow, swathed in bands of iridescent black; has wrist stingers, that contain a sedative toxin; bright golden-brown eyes; is Wasp's daughter

• Tabitha "Tabby" Smith/Boom-Boom: RainWing

• Name: Boa

• Description: usually in shades of hibiscus and flamingo pink, dappled with banana yellow and cherry red; aims her venom well; loud; has berry red eyes

• Erik Lehnsherr/Magnus/Magneto: IceWing

• Name: Elk

• Description: dark gray scales, with silvery streaks across them, akin to fur; sharp blue eyes; wears a silver helm; father of Penguin and Warbler; possibly once dated/was friends with Chary

• Raven Darkholme/Mystique: RainWing

• Name: Majestic

• Description: usually royal blue and wine red, with a few golden scales; mother of Kirinia, and partially adopted mother of Rootworm; is an expert at changing her scales and positioning her ruff, tail, and spines to appear as dragons from other tribes; bright orange-gold eyes

• Victor Creed/Sabretooth: HiveWing

• Name: Vespid

• Description: pale yellow, amber, and burnt orange scales, with dusty brown and black stripes; sharp, dark amber eyes; sharp claw stingers, each containing a painful toxin; possibly related to Wasp

• Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: IceWing/SkyWing hybrid

• Name: Penguin

• Description: cloud white and pale greenish-blue scales; sky blue eyes; has the wings of a SkyWing, but mostly resembles an IceWing; son of Elk; Warbler's twin brother

• Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: SkyWing/IceWing hybrid

• Name: Warbler

• Description: scarlet and burgundy scales; dark red-brown eyes; resembles a SkyWing mostly; daughter of Elk; Penguin's twin sister

• Lance Alvers/Avalanche: SandWing

• Name: Arid

• Description: tan scales with a diamond pattern, akin to a snake; dusty brown sail; dark black eyes; shiny black tail barb

• Mortymer Tonybee/Todd Tolanksy/Toad: MudWing

• Name: Tadpole

• Description: ochre brown and greenish-yellow scales; small; pale yellow-green eyes; views Blowfish as his sib; uncertain about the others

• Fred "Freddy" Dukes/Blob: SeaWing

• Name: Blowfish

• Description: green-yellow scales, like kelp; giant; eel green webbing and sail; shady green eyes; sees Tadpole as a younger sibling

• St. John Allerdyce/Pyro: SkyWing

• Name: Pyrite

• Description: orange-gold scales; flame orange eyes; skinny; loves to burn things; possible pyromaniac

[aetherograph]

I can.

I grew up going to a Bardic Circle every month, and with my aunt and uncle playing piano and drums in their living room, which also contained a marimba, during christmas, while everyone sang. I went to camping trips called Wars with the SCA where we would walk around from fire to fire and sing for everyone, or tell stories, or join in the dancing.

I did grow up listening to the radio, and whatever CDs we had, but I also grew up with live music being played by ordinary people. There's nothing like being in a room where everyone is singing the same song and there's seven different beautiful harmonies and counterpoints happening. There's a magic there, there's a buzzing, humming, thrumming energy there, that bonds you with that person forever.

When i was twenty five I lived in NYC, and I went to Marie's Crisis whenever I could, for as long as I could. Just to sing with people. Once, I got asked to duet someone I had never met before. Once, I was the person asking for a duet. I will remember those people forever. I will remember how it felt.

Humans are designed to pack bond by doing coordinated activities, and it is thought that singing, that making music, was one of the first ways we purposely did that. We are the only great apes to sing like the lesser apes do. I think that's very significant.

Recorded music has changed things.

But has not obliterated knowledge or ability to experience what it was like before that, because historical re-creation exists. Because live music is still something people seek out, and not always in the strict sense of erecting a fourth wall where everyone has to be The Performer or The Audience. There are still places those delineations aren't exact or don't exist at all.

And you can find them. You can even make them.

sometimes I think too hard about like. how the ability to record audio fundamentally changed how humans interact with music. can you imagine if the only time you ever heard music in your whole life was when you or another human being in your actual physical presence decided to create it. and 99.99% of the time that person was not a professional but just like your wife or your dad or your co-worker or church choir singing or playing whatever they happened to know. i honestly don't think we can fathom it

[sca-nerd]

Happy Thanksgiving to you all. I am lucky, blessed, and truly thankful to have you in my life, even if it's only peripherally through this hellsite. Thanks for being who you are.

Love from your SCA Mom/Aunt

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Reader Bio (Season/Series One) (Blood in My Ledger)

Name: (First name) (Last Name)

Gender: Female

Age: 24

Quote: 

"But I didn't ask to be born. I didn't ask to be ripped apart from the inside."

Relations:

Gordon (Father; Deceased)

Rosemary (Mother; Deceased)

Iris Salvatore (Maternal Aunt; Deceased) 

Jasmine Salvatore (Older sister; Deceased)

Heather (Last name) (Fourteen-year-old Niece/Adopted Daughter)

Isobel (Last Name) (Eight-year-old Niece/Adopted Daughter)

Personality: Dedicated; Determined; Protective; Caring; Loyal; Observant; Intelligent; Brave; Introverted; Guarded; Semi-Antisocial; Traumatized; Self-Loathing; Moral; Sarcastic; Sassy; Blunt; Driven; Stubborn; Empathetic; Gloomy on the inside; Depressed; Guilt-ridden; Compassionate; Teasing; Sometimes flirty (doesn't always voice it)

Personality Notes: Y/n may have a face of sarcasm and statistics, but under that is a woman who was deeply traumatized and is filled with self-loathing over what she has endured and been forced to do in the past.

Hogwarts House (this is the one I have in mind): Burnt Hufflepuff (I am a Hufflepuff, personally. I'd love to explain what a burnt Hufflepuff is but I tend to get sidetracked very easily—I'm ADHD—and it's too long to put in here, so Google it, it should pop up right away.)

Occupation: National Crime Agency (NCA) Officer; Serious Crime Analysis Section Officer 

Occupation Titles: Behavioral Profiler/Criminal Profiler/Criminal Investigative Profiler; Crime Analyst; Forensic Psychologist

Occupation Specialties: Violent crimes against children; Child trafficking; Sexual assaults; any crimes related to the Barrow couple

Disorders: PTSD; Severe Depression; Insomnia

Inspiration: Spencer Reid (some aspects such as being empathetic without being overly emotional and remaining analytical, germophobia, not mentioned but the reader is a genius and she so successful so young in life like Reid); There are also clear similarities between the main character here and my main character in my Spencer Reid slow burn story, Valentia, named Zoe Noble-Valdez (who has an OC as her father, whose faceclaim is David Tennant, too.) But I can't really state those without spoiling them, as they'll be revealed slowly over the series.); Chloe Decker (I want a similar dynamic between the reader and her girls but also a bit like Mazikeen's)

Notes: The UK does not have a direct equivalent to the BAU which seems odd to me but the closest I can find is the SCAS which stands for the Serious Crime Analysis Section which is why she works with that part of the National Crime Agency.

Note 2: Also, I am American so I do not really have a great understanding of dialect or slang in the UK so Y/n may use more American slang and I directly tried to leave some of her dialect more... ambiguous, even though Y/n is from the UK.

[h-i-raeth]

Wip game- alternate version plz?

WIP Wednesday

“We could go to the Hideout.”

“The bar?”

“Yeah, the bar. What, you think they let me play there on Tuesdays because Hawkins has such a big metal scene? No, man, the owner’s a family friend. I know where they keep their spare keys. And Vecna never took a picnic through my head--we should be able to hole up there for a while without anything thinking to look there.”

[bts5sosempire]

the tyrant (v)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sukuna ryomen x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 4,150

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: old time period, mention of arranged marriage, polygamous marriages, slow-burn yandere, power imbalances, peer pressure, gaslighting, mention of manipulation, dark content, slight-NSFW (tw: non-con), MDI, Dickuna, please read at your own discretion

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "you were the apple of Sukuna's eyes, the one who brought him solace and everything. The only thing you were incapable of was giving him a child, an heir he wished to spoil like he did to you."

𝐚/𝐧: holy crap, I've been bugging and got writer's block from this for the longest time. But it is done at last; been trying to angle where I should go from here. Since I barely wrote any nsfw or anything remotely related to that, I hope this doesn't get flagged cuz I would deadass scream. Btw, thank you to those that waited for so long when I went into my MIA mode 🥲❤️. Likes, comments, and reblogs are helpful too, and have a nice day lovelies! 🥳 (pls lemme know in the "comment" section below for tagging.)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

After the incident, you told Sukuna that he wouldn't stifle you. As for Suguru's situation, you couldn't make an explicit assumption; for all you know, it was a warning to you both. Suguru is your faraway dream, and you were his too. Another part you know is that killing Suguru would be like child's play, but it wouldn't look good on Sukuna unless he starts undermining Suguru with hidden intentions. You don't wish for Suguru to be harmed in any way; even the thought of it sends your heart lurching in heartache.

You shift under your seat as the cold air bites your face. It was early in the morning when Sukuna had taken you out for a morning hunt. Everything was set up the previous day before. Sukuna had even invited a handful of Lords to hunt with him, to form connections. He also thought it would be good for you as you have locked yourself away in your room for days after the banquet; he thinks it's childish whenever you would do that to avoid his confronting nature. You could care less about what he feels at this point.

Fiddling with your bangle inside the muff, you twist and turn the familiar jeweled gift. Then there's your Aunt; the pressure from her was also getting to you. Selfish is the best word to describe her; a bitter feeling of resentment starts to form within your chest as you have come to accept the view you have of her. Your Aunt Setsuko and Sukuna aren't that much of a discrepancy; both set out to use people as they see fit in their agenda.

Your attention was brought back when the sound of horses' hooves and men urging their steed to go faster descended from the hills. A jackal was running rapidly, with hounds chasing after their tail. An arrow whizz past and almost hits the animal as it sidesteps to the side to avoid it. Sukuna was leading, riding the red steed that dashes across the dewy and chilly plain. Sukuna raises the bow with steady arms and hands, his uncanny eyes trained on the animal before releasing the string. The arrow hits the jackal as it staggers forward, rolling a few times against the ground as the hounds pounce to keep it dead and still.

Everyone congratulates Sukuna for being keen eyes as they all slow their horses down to an ambling pace. Servants quickly swept the hounds aside and picked up the now-dead animal, and hurried off to deal with it. Sukuna basked in the attention he was given, accepting them before brushing off the other minor and major lords. He pulls the rein of the horse in your tent's direction.

Rising from your seat, two maids appeared to assist you by holding your forearms as you carefully stepped off the heated coal pots placed underneath your feet to keep them warm. Seiin, the firey steed notice you and picks up its speed to hurry on over. The horse was a gift for your congratulatory wedding from your clan. Seiin was only one of the few red steeds born and raised on your farm; considering it's a scarce breed, Seiin was above average from a normal war horse. They were a total upgrade. It could outpace any horse for hours, and its stamina was limitless since it brought Sukuna's never-ending winning of conquering lands and people alike. You almost forgot that each clan member ran a different course for bribery. Your father used to run a ranch for breeding war horses (now it falls to you). Once your wedding with Sukuna happened, your Aunt deliberately solidified the pact and decided to trade the horses for power without consulting with you first.

When Seiin was near enough, Sukuna hopped off the horse. Seiin snorted as it impatiently wanted you to pet its snout and brush its dark red hair. You pull out a hand from the muff and caress a pointer to the length of Seiin's nose; they nuzzle their face closer. The equine sure is spoiled. You don't remember them being this double in size and height.

"Took a long time to get this steed to obey me," Sukuna starts, and you only pay attention to him for a fraction with your eyes before flicking them away to the horse again. The story of how Sukuna gets Seiin was funny; it almost made you think that the War Demon couldn't tame a beast. Seiin was probably secretly a mule in disguise; they hated any rider or person who attempted to claim them; they're more familiar with you out of everyone. When Seiin was presented to Sukuna, it was on sight for the horse to run him over and stomp its hooves on the ground to scare off Sukuna. It was futile since Sukuna was a person who loved challenges, and Seiin happened to present them to him.

All it took was a lot of being tied to the pole, brushed, fed, and given lots of freedom to stretch its legs daily, which spoiled the horse. Then it got its owner's temper, too; Seiin was Sukuna's pride.

"You have been in your room for a few weeks; what's so crucial that you have forbidden me? Is Suguru that important?" You slightly glare, "Also, that brat took longer to leave than usual." You could tell that Sukuna was trying to get a rise out of you, a bait for you to take. If you have taken it, it will bring endless hours to get him off your back. He moves fast with assumptions, and it's scarily accurate, too, with how he gathered information.

Turning away from Sukuna, you pat Seiin a few times, then return to your tent.

The reason why you have spent more time in your room is for a reason; you can't rely on anyone anymore. Not your Aunt Setsuko, who seems ready to abandon you if your final strike occurs, and you have to admit, the advantage of having Sukuna's affection starts to wear you thin. The harem is relentless in trying to remove you, and if that happens, then you're easily disposable. But they couldn't do that. It was known multiple times if you were gone, then the deal with both families would fall through, and trade would also cease to exist.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Yumi asks warily as you settle on wearing a man's clothes. You use the excuse of doing your charity work to go out for something you've been planning to do.

"If I don't do it now, when will I ever will? I didn't use all that time in my room reading and teaching me about politics and finances." Telling Yumi she couldn't argue back, not when concern always seems to paint her face these days. "Stall as long as you can," you order, adjusting the male hakama; you try to give off the air and posture of a man. "I'll try to be back before sundown."

Sliding the door open, Yuichi was outside; arms crossed as he awaited you.

You nudge with your head for him to follow you. When you both were outside the small rented compound you use for charity work, Yuichi cast you aside glance, "You told me to scout the area and ask for any willing participants if they're going to give up their property to you, and I found a few."

"You work fast," you inquire with a small smile, and Yuichi huffs his chest, proud of his work. "No spear today?" Yuichi never goes anywhere without his weapon, and today is a rare day.

"No need to for today, and I wanted to ask why you need an inn out of all places." The young man scratches his head behind you, "I mean, with your wealth and power, you could easily build or buy a better one."

You chuckle a bit, "My father used to tell me something interesting when I was a child, and today, I decided to put it to the test," looking at Yuichi, who peers down at you with curious eyes. "Are you familiar with how business people work?" Yuichi turned away, even more confused, as he wasn't well-versed or educated in an area that wasn't his expertise. "You know how when a robber or criminal is going to rob you, they always announce it and hold a weapon against you?" The man nodded, "But when it comes to business people, they'll steal it right before you without saying many things, even if you do or don't realize."

Yuichi: "So you're saying you're going to steal?"

You: "Do you consider being persuasive with words stealing?"

Yuichi: "I mean, it is under the pretense, so kind of, I guess?"

You laugh, "I'm going to make them give it to me; if not, I can always gamble it."

Yuichi did a double take, "You're scary when you want to be." The man didn't expect this from you, but he felt you change a little. Yuichi often spends time with you helping those who are in need, and seeing you taking charge of something for real is uncalled.

The both of you walk a bit further until you've reached a run-down inn. Seeing the worn-out sign of the inn's name hanging up at the entrance tells you how long it was in business. Stepping inside the inn, you could see the wooden beams and pillars were also worn out. There were chips here and there, and even the tables and chairs were old.

"Hello? Anyone?" Yuichi calls out into the empty room before someone emerges from the back. You assume it was the owner. They're in their mid-fifties when you could spot specks of grey in their dark hair and fine lines marring their tan face. The owner's eyes speak of years of hardship in this world. "You remember when I said I would bring a friend, right?"

"Go away; the place is not for sale." The owner motioned his arms to shoo you and Yuichi away.

"Business is not good, I'm assuming?" You question the owner while your eyes still trace around and find no soul or customer in the room.

"It is doing good, just that you're in the way." The owner bites back. He grabs a nearby broom and kicks your foot out of the way with it, and sweeps the front and entrance.

Yuichi leans over to you and whispers in your ear while his eyes linger on the old man, "How about we just go look at the other ones?"

Clicking your tongue, you brush him off, "Sir," you turn around to meet the older man with a smile and try to present an air of friendliness. "How about a game?" You're just going straight for the jugular at this point; no need to play coy, yet, with a stubborn man.

"Game? I don't have time for that," refusing you, you held your smile.

"Well, if you win, I won't bother you again, and it would be a shame if this place were to shut down. I could tell a lot of history and time were poured into this place. Not many know how to run an inn, let alone for more than several generations." Your words seem to catch their ears as you swipe a finger across a table, seeing grey coating your fingertip. "Also heard that if you fail to pay this month's rent, you'll be evicted." Innocently smiling, you could see the older man fuming, "Competition is sure rough around these parts, isn't it?"

Old man: "Who are you?"

You: "A buyer. A renter, of course."

"You know a lot more than you let on," The man-trained eyes pierced your own; he couldn't read your orbs. "Then I'll entertain you as long as you're out of my hair."

Conversing with the man, you and he repeatedly placed the black-and-white pieces of smooth small stones on the board until it was nearly filled. Yuichi, who was watching from the side with his eyes zoning onto the Go board, then it flicked back and forth in between you and the older man.

"Ah! I give up! Name your price," the owner fickled out and grabbed a nearby heated pot, and poured himself a drink. He was trying to calm that irregular heart of his that could lead to a potential heart attack.

You trace the board and see how the majority of your white pieces were constantly surrounding and consuming his black pieces. The man was already defeated ten different times, but you just prolonged it. You must thank Sukuna for teaching you (not like you're ever going to) if he wasn't pestering you when he had nothing else to do. The game Go was introduced to Sukuna by the Chinese who came to do trading, and Sukuna, who has a penchant for mind-stimulating things, didn't hesitate to take it. The man didn't regret it; if not, he put all his war tactics and strategies onto that board when playing against the Chinese traders and conquering them as if it was a real battle.

"I won't directly buy the place; if renting would suffice you. You would still be the owner, but co-owner, at least." The man was about to speak up, but you raised a hand, saying you're not done. "I'm looking into putting interest and investing," standing up from your seat, you examine many things in the room. "But to do that, we need to start working from the bottom and up. We are not going to get rid of everything, but we could still keep the rustic feeling this place have. This place needs major improvement."

After going over things with them, you could tell that they were much more relaxed, not by a lot, although.

"I won't always be able to come and check up on this place; I'll be sending-" patting Yuichi's chest with a few hits; he didn't expect that, "-this guy in my stead along with a letter of instructions of how to keep this place afloat. I'll also desire a report from you too, sir."

"Taiju. Taiju Mori." Finally introduced himself, and you nodded in acknowledgment.

"As your employer, Seijuro Hajime, it's nice meeting you," telling him your alias, you headed off with Yuichi.

Once you're at a distance, Yuichi stops in front of you. "Now I'm your messenger?" He asks in disbelief when pointing at himself, as he can't believe all the roles you're giving him. "You know I am-"

Cutting Yuichi off, you told him, "You're being paid for your hard work with free lodging at the inn, also with the all-you-can-eat-and-drink too."

Yuichi: "Sold."

You laugh, and that shuts him up quickly. Before you can enjoy your outing more, the shadow becomes longer and darker, with the night coming faster along the chilly winds. The burnt orange sky is cast above the horizon with the setting sun. Patrol guards were roaming out in the streets now to switch their routines. "We have to hurry back." Around this time is when Sukuna usually sends guards from the castle to escort you back home too.

Sukuna has just come back from one of his concubine's rooms. For they have just successfully given birth to his child, he was there to name them. Roaming the hall, he noticed that your quarter was quiet when he came across, "Has Lady (Name) not home yet?" The surrounding servants and guards shook their heads rapidly, indicating a 'no' as they were afraid to look him in the eyes.

It wasn't until you came into view the retainers finally let out a sigh of relief. "My Lady!" They shout in unison, one after another. You try not to let your discomfort and hostility show when you spot Sukuna, and the man notices how your eyes seem to harden. He smiles at that.

"You came back later than usual (Name)," Sukuna then waved a hand, "you all are dismissed; I wish to be alone with my wife." All the servants nodded once and single-file out of your quarter to idle on another job or chore, waiting for them. Yumi was the last one to leave. "I've missed you ever since you left me this morning at the hunting ground," he proclaimed, taking long strides to reach you, and you steel yourself when Sukuna suddenly wrapped his arms around you. "Be a dear and entertain me tonight, would you?"

Ripping yourself from his hold, your eyes quiver with rage. "I'm not your womb breeder nor your cunt warmer," sneering at him, Sukuna let out a breathy laugh.

"I thought you had lost your fire for a moment," he moves a hand to caress your face you slap it away harshly.

You: "Don't touch me."

Sukuna's displeasure was partially showing, and before you could react any further, he held both sides of your face, "I've been very patient with you." Rapid as lightning, he brought his lips onto yours, and your eyes widened in surprise. You are tugging and trying to pull yourself away from him, but he grips your face even tighter than before. The taste of lingering sweet and bitter alcohol from Sukuna's tongue attaches to your tongue too. Both yours and his feet were awkwardly dancing around to find proper footing as you swerved and hit a wall. Sukuna takes the leisure of your gasping moment, the need for air to implore more of your cavern as he trails one hand down your face, then it once again snakes around your waist.

Pulling you close as possible, he grips the obi sash. "I'm not going to take a no from you," he spoke in between the kisses, and he hoisted you by the waist and quickly took you to your room with you protesting and screaming obscenities at him.

Your people rounded the corner, popping their heads to see just in time for the outer layer of Sukuna's hakama floating through the air before it was cut off by your door slamming shut and echoing in the hallways. They had never seen Sukuna act like this before; for all they knew, it was always being sweet towards you, but seeing how rambunctious their master was made everyone's mouths open in disbelief.

Meanwhile...

Around the same time, it was time for the evening lunch for everyone. With your and Sukuna's empty seat, Eisha asks a nearby manservant, "Where is the Lord and Lady (Name)?"

The manservant was hesitant to say anything as they opened their mouth a few times before uttering a sentence. "T-The Lord and Lady (Name) won't be dining tonight." Eisha raised her brow, and the man inch closer until he was whispering to her what was going on, and Eisha balled her fists. Fits of jealousy and anger slowly drown her. Masking her face with a look of understanding, she dismisses him, and they quickly wait on the sideline.

"Everyone, it seems like we will be dining without Lord Sukuna and Lady (Name)." A murmur of slight groans and agitation filled the air. Eisha picked up her pair of chopsticks, and the rest followed suit.

Back to you...after a few hours

Sukuna pinned you beneath him; his callous hand had both your wrists bound above your head while one tightly gripped your sweltering hip. Your face was flushed, and your chest was heaving out of breath, but you were stubborn in not making any noises. Sukuna, although successfully tearing one or two or more out of you. You were quick to shut up by biting your lips until you felt they were bleeding.

Sweat trickled down his body and dropped onto yours as he felt another one coming close, and so did yours; Sukuna lost track of time when the sun disappeared, and the full moon rose high in the night sky.

Rutting into you like you both were the only ones in the world, Sukuna tried to prolong the upcoming orgasm as long as possible, but it was inevitable. The fire in your belly was about to erupt again, and you knew. Trying to squirm away, Sukuna grunts out for you to stay still as he tries to chase after his high and make yours come along with his when he starts to pace himself faster.

You hate it when he keeps brushing your sensitive spot, abusing it to no end, and your sanity waning each time. So you turn your head to the side to hide. He already attained it with his fingers to prepare you, and now he is plowing you like an open field in different ways.

Sukuna suddenly stutters his hip forward to meet yours, and you yelp when your thighs tense up and enclose his well-defined waistline. He lets out a throaty and breathy groan when finally filling you up again with your walls gripping his shaft.

Letting go of your wrists, Sukuna stilled for a moment before getting off you and seeing how soiled the futon was from the love-making. You had your eyes close; brows pinched together. Whether it was from trying to regain yourself or you being angry for letting this happen, Sukuna saw how your emotions were all over the place—the aftermath of all.

He combed a hand through his slick, drenched hair; the scent of two body that was once conjoined still permeates through the atmosphere. "Grab me and Lady (Name) some refreshments," Sukuna demands, many feet shifting outside the screen door; after a rendezvous, he feels an appetite for his pipe too.

"Get out," you speak up, voice rather tired.

"Not until you're properly taken care of," Sukuna threw your nagujaban on top of you before grabbing and wearing his own.

"My Lord," a muffled voice was heard outside, and Sukuna went to slide the door a fraction. He grabs the refreshments and uses his frame to block out any onlookers before closing the door with a snap shut.

You viciously avoided Sukuna to prevent yourself from doing something stupid like wringing his neck or poisoning his food. To keep yourself busy, you had often gone out more and kept tabs on the inn as it made progress on attracting more customers and former locals.

You were thinking about improving the inn more until an ingratiating voice appeared behind you.

"Ah, I thought it was Concubine Sei, but it's only you, Lady (Name)," you turn around to meet the lavender eyes of Concubine Sena, who is holding a newborn in her arms with a sardonic grin. She hushes the squirming child and pats its bottom. "Don't know why Lord Sukuna kept you around when you can't produce him an heir. I'm starting to think that you're a barren woman."

You only chide with a side smirk. Out of all the concubines who would talk back to you is Concubine Sena. "I'm glad you finally developed awareness or critical thinking; tell me something I don't know." That wipe off the smirk from his face quickly. "I was almost worried for a second if you're going to be like me, childless too, but fate had decided to bestow you a second child."

Sena: "What are you inquiring about? Are you cursing my child? Lord Sukuna would hear from me about you cursing my son!"

Sniggering at her with a laugh, you brought up a hand to hide the laughter before continuing, "I wasn't going to stoop this low, but I'll say it since I'm feeling petty and far from my acting like a (Surname) clanswoman," taking a step closer to her until she feels threatened, Sena held her son tightly and close to her chest. "Hope that your child here lives passed three moons, unlike your first one, don't want history to repeat itself since your Hanamiya women are reputable for bad luck."

"How dare you!" Sena seeth out, "Servants! Held down this woman and slapped her foul mouth!" A few made advances, but you cut it short.

"Touch me and see what happens when Lord Sukuna finds out." They all stumble in their steps and refuse to take another out of fear, "I may not share the same affections he has for me, but I am very much favor unlike you." Then your face changes instantly, cold and calculating. "How long have you been wanting him but still haven't got it? We both arrived and married Sukuna at the same time at the tender age of eighteen, and his eyes are always on me." Feigning a sad expression, you place a hand on your chest, depicting a wound over your heart. "How sad you'll always come second to me."

Sometimes you don't like using Sukuna's name aimlessly like this, but it's worth it to make them or anyone like Sena back off.

After all, you have elsewhere to be and time better spent on.

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[yaninus-de-venoix]

yes!!!! I'm in the same boat (trans and grew up in the sca) and I'm just? so happy?? at how supportive my sca community is????

Nothing to see here, just a trans boy getting worked up about his amazing SCA family

[starlightshadowsworld]

So, in the Seto adopts Jaden au, you've stated that the childhood friends squad stay over at the mansion a lot in the early years. Does that mean they ever saw/experienced Jaden having a nightmare? If so, how did they react? And how do they react to Jaden having nightmares afterwards?

The childhood friends squad mostly hang out at either the Kaiba or Gecko Manor. But any and all sleepovers are at the Kaiba manor.

This is because of Jaden's nightmares.

Nightmares they didn't know he had until they started having sleepovers. And back when he was a kid, Jaden's nightmares were fairly frequent.

So it started as a normal sleepover would... with Bastion and Adrian getting waay to competivite in a game of Mario Kart.

Jaden had fallen asleep, sat up with the controller in his hand. This didn't surprise any of em, Jaden just kinda fell asleep anywhere and everywhere.

So Aster rolled his eyes and with the help of Atticus, moved him to the sofa and got him a blanket.

And for a while that was that, they were all so into their game that at first they didn't hear Jaden mumble in his sleep. Nor him starting to toss and turn.

"Heh, good game wasn't it Bastion?" Chuckled Adrian haughtily "I suppose" sighed Bastion, he hated losing but took the lose with grace. While Adrian smirked, that was until Echo elbowed some humility into him. "Honestly" she sighed, shaking her head.

And that's when they heard Jaden scream.

Everyone paused, game forgotten as they went over to their friend who was crying out in his sleep. Blanket kicked onto the ground that Alexis nearly tripped over. "Jaden? Jaden it's okay, wake up" said Atticus, gently trying to shake him awake.

But it didn't work, and it was at this point they noticed a dark aura pulse around Jaden's sleeping form.

"I'm gonna get uncle Seto" said Bastion, already running out the room to said man's office and reappearing moments later with him and Mokuba. The kids parted away from Jaden to let Seto get closer.

The darkness seemed to almost lash out in different directions, though it didn't hit anyone. Minus one lamp that hit the ground and shattered.

Seto said nothing, the darkness didn't deturr him at all as he marched over and picked up Jaden into his arms. Rubbing his back gently and rocking him in his arms.

What felt like an eternity later, the darkness vanished and Jaden woke up. He got one look of his dad before bursting into tears, "not going anywhere" said Seto, gently wiping them away. Jaden looked up at him with big sad eyes that just broke the hearts of everyone in the room.

The childhood friends squad had never seen Jaden this upset.

"You didn't find me after the contest" said Jaden, he'd dreamed his dad had never adopted him, that he was still with his other parents. Seto smiled softly "sounds scary" Jaden nodded, sniffling and burying his head into his dad's coat. "I found you, your my son. No matter what happens I will always find you and bring you home." He said, ruffling his hair.

That was a promise.

Jaden sniffled nodding, noticing his friends standing away with Mokuba. "Did... I lose?" He asked, almost shyly. Adrian shook his head, the first to recover "you fell asleep so Chazz took your controller. Got you into 4th, Bastion ended up in 6th and I was 1st." He explained.

"Thanks Chazz" Chazz nodded, distractedly. He couldn't take the image of Jaden screaming in his sleep out of his mind. He'd been scared, that something horrible was happening to his friend.

Jaden looked over, seeing the shattered lamp and paled. "It's okay, your aunt Tea got that lamp for me a few years ago but I never liked it." Said Seto, catching his gaze and letting him know that no one was hurt. Jaden relaxed a bit "she's gonna be mad" he said half heartedly, knowing full well his aunt would be fussing over him and not the lamp.

"I won't tell if you won't" that got Jaden to giggle.

That made the group relax a bit, they had all seen the darkness pulsing around Jaden, from within him. But no one had been scared of it, only for him.

Jaden yawned, blinking his eyes sleepily. "Do you, want to stay here or do you want to sleep in my room?" Asked Seto, already knowing the answer when Jaden instantly grabbed onto him with no intention of letting go.

He looked at his friends, trying to find the words to explain himself but stopped at Echo's King but pointed look. "It's okay, we'll be here when you wake up." She reassured, and that's all he needed.

That left them with Mokuba who looked at them all with a soft smile. "You kids alright?" He asked, ussuring them to gather around. "Are we alright? Is Jaden alright?" Asked Alexis, wide eyed. Mokuba smiled sadly "he will be, Jaden's made of strong stuff." He reassured.

Telling them about Jaden's nightmares, that he got them a lot ever since he was adopted. That Jaden had some manor of shadow magic like other members of the family that he was still learning to control. That came out to protect him when he was scared.

The group took this all in, and collectively and silently made the decision to help Jaden. He was their dear friend who had bought them all together and they wouldn't let nightmares keep them apart.

All of them started to try and figure out how to help Jaden when he had nightmares. To varying degrees of success, but as they got older they got better at managing them.

And as Jaden got older the frequency of his nightmares decreased, but never quite went away.

The childhood friends squad are able to deal with his nightmares themselves. Holding him, having a lamp, gathering his plushi's and just comforting him etc. But they always stay at the manor for sleepovers...just in case it isn't enough or they or Jaden need help. It's also where Jaden feels the most comfortable knowing his dad is nearby, so there's that.

During Jaden's years at Dual Academy, Bastion and Alexis would often sneak into his dorm. They always just knew when Jaden was having a nightmare, and than Chazz moved into the red dorm permanently and stayed by his side even with the fake rivalry.