#except for maybe sula

[themumblingmouse]

Hey!!!! Hope you are fine. I want to know about your Dragon Age OCs :)

Dangerous question to ask, I could talk about them forever, lmao.

Long post incoming, apparently asdfjlk;

The best representation is probably this comm that I literally just got from @pinayelf

My warden, Theron Surana, romancer of Zevran and divorcee of Morrigan.

(Though very involved father after she lets him in Kieran's life after the events of the witch hunt dlc!)

He's....not the nicest person. Not actively bad, necessarily, but practical to a fault and largely concerned with himself. He betrayed Jowan, sacrificed connor's mom to get rid of the demon, helped Sereda Aeducan take back the throne from her brother Behelen, who she then immediately has executed, and pushes Alistair into the throne and marriage with Anora.

He honestly ends up better friends with the awakening crew than the origins crew overall since he isn't as focused on just...surviving, and doing whatever he thinks is necessary to ensure his survival. He abandons the wardens after the events of Adamant to go searching for a cure for the calling. He doesn't find it, but does manage to find ways to slow it down. Spends veilguard split between helping Zev form a temporary truce with the crows in order to help Treviso deal with the blight and leading the fight against the blight in the south. Forces him to work closely again with Alistair, which is awkward for both of them. Being close with Morrigan, he had more warning than most about what was happening.

This comm was meant to represent my protags around the time of veilguard, and my Hawke is in the fade, so...rip. He was a red Hawke who romanced anders, though!

(I'm debating pretending we got to rescue the person in the fade, so my now messed up Garrett gets to come home to Anders and Bethany who love him unconditionally regardless ;-;)

My Inquisitor, Rasanon Mahanon Lavellan, my son, my child, my unabashed favorite. Currently very slowly working on my novelization of his story, as I am completely normal about him.

Romancer of Iron Bull, Situationship haver with Solas, and already a father of an 8 year old daughter at the start of dai, Sulana Assana Lavellan. (Side note, making their first and middle names rhyme was in fact, not intentional)

His biggest driving force has and always will be his family and his people, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for them, regardless of the cost to himself (or to others! Which at a couple of points definitely causes friction between him and the dai advisors). Bull curbs that a little-obviously not making him love his family less, but being willing to prioritize himself once in a blue moon.

He disbanded the Inquisition and was determined to save Solas. A friend of mine [redacted] doodled this a while ago after me saying I think his feelings towards Solas are a big reason Varric was leading the search in the field and not him. I think it sums up their relationship pretty well -

His now adult daughter becomes one of Rook's companions, so Ras is definitely more involved in datv than the inquisitor is canonically, and is extremely unhappy about his daughter being directly in danger. She wouldn't be much better off in the south, though, so there's not much he can do besides focusing on saving the world...again.

Though Sula being in the lighthouse means she also gets to have uncomfortable moments of the entire veilguard finding out together just how close her dad was with the Dread Wolf, lmao.

Kaius Mercar, my wonderful rook, and probably my one and only DA protag I can say is just full on a good person. I gave him an unnecessarily complicated background, where he was being happily raised by the Mercar family before his adoptive dad accused magister bataris of being Venatori around the time of dai, when Kai was 15-16. Bataris used some bullshit loopholes in Tevinter law to legally forcibly take Kai as a slave in response (based loosely on the line Alexius says in dai about the mages not having legal standing in Tevinter and having to be indentured).

He's rescued by Viper six years later, and voila, we have a new shadow dragon.

He also ends up feeling like he's close to Solas, as more than any other da protag, he's forced to hide any fear or negative emotions he has from his friends. It makes Solas's betrayal at the end hurt that much more.

I'm still working out his canon, but I can say Lace, Bellara, and Neve are his besties, and Neve and Lace both fill the roles of sort of second and commands when necessary.

And I'll stop there before this becomes somehow even longer!

[nonhumanresources]

"What the hell, Sula?!" Laney hissed into her phone. She was uncomfortably wedged between a set of lockers and a fume hood that created a sort of closet space due to the odd angle of the walls, practically growling at her phone. Actually, she might literally be growling. It was hard to tell. Normally, this space wouldn't be so crowded, but a lashing tail poked out from her rear, taking up her standing room.

"Listen, I told you, they said the fix was permanent! I—" Sula cuts off, and a series of tinny barks make Laney wince, holding the phone away from her ear. They're answered by a plaintive howl, and Sula speaks up again as if nothing had happened. "Look, we'll try to figure out how to help from our end, but your lab was what made you a dragon in the first place. Maybe someone's been messing with that solution you drank and didn't wash out a beaker or something?"

"Sula, this isn't gen chem! This lab has some of the tightest security and highest cleanliness requirements across the country! No one just leaves beakers sitting around!" She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Except... half my coworkers. God, this place sucks."

"Look, see if you can get out early or something. Use your Evil Minion PTO and I can be there in like half an hour, I just need to run home from the ship," Sula suggests, a calming note in her voice. She'd gotten a lot better at that tone, recently. Probably from all the time she spends around dogs...

"I used up most of my PTO the LAST time I turned into a dragon!" Laney gripes, poking her head out from the enclosed space. Across the room, her two coworkers waved, one quirking an eyebrow up at her. She gave them a weak grin and slid back in. "And I told you, I'm not an evil minion. Look, I need to go or people are gonna start asking questions."

Of course this had to happen at work. Last time she'd at least had the privacy of her own home; if she got caught with a bigass tail in the middle of the lab, she had no doubt the execs would be taking her to the lower levels for an extended stay, and that was not something she wanted to risk.

On the other end of the phone, Sula grunted. "Fine, fine, just... don't take off your labcoat. Try wrapping your tail around your thigh instead of letting it swing around. And keep your back straight, if you're slouching it'll push out the back and be more noticeable."

Laney swept back her labcoat, grappling with the tail with one hand. The blue scales glinted, reflecting the light from her phone screen. Despite the metallic look, they were soft and warm under her hand. It made her shudder. Last time she'd gone dragon all at once; this time, she was able to actually compare it to her regular body, and the sensations made her head ache from trying to adapt to the new appendage. "Why do you know so much about hiding tails?"

"Experience!"

"Ah. Right." Laney made a face as she tried to figure out how to flex her tail muscles and get it to stay in place. "I'll do my best to get out of here, but I might be out of luck."

"Got it. I'll be a street over in... let's say forty five minutes. Hopefully with a mobile solution, if the ship wants to cooperate. Can you manage that?" Sula asked.

"I'll do my best. Bye."

"See ya." Laney heard a cacophony of barks erupt a moment after Sula's farewell, and then the line went dead. She stuffed the phone back into a pocket and wrangled the tail into a more comfortable position around a leg, wishing she could just tie it off or something.

Laney was in for yet another long day.

Thinking about Laney again

[grandhotelabyss]

Do you have a short list for the American Sublime? I wish I could get on Bloom's frequency, but I can't seem to make heads or tails the Auroras of Autumn.

Not particularly, but I could reverse all of Bloom's choices, except for As I Lay Dying, which I'll keep. I generally prefer Stevens short to Stevens long, but my favorite of Stevens's long poems is Notes Toward a Supreme Fiction (I agree with you about the obscure Auroras). Hart Crane is fine, but I like his admirer Tennessee Williams better, so let's have a play, probably the greatest American play: A Streetcar Named Desire. I'll trade the Byron the Bulb episode in Gravity's Rainbow for the Prologue and Epilogue to Underworld, or maybe the middle section, "Cocksucker Blues." Swap Sunset Boulevard or Mulholland Drive for Duck Soup (I've never seen Duck Soup); swap Sula for Miss Lonelyhearts (though I like Miss Lonelyhearts). I'm not even a quarter of the jazz head Bloom was, but, since the Sublime is supposed to connote something so awesome it may even offer an affront, a shock, how about something like Coltrane's Ascension?

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SULA’S SONG : Part 64 : WHEN MASTERS WORK TOGETHER : A World of Sea tale (Work In Progress)

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The Corlis fleet Masters of Boat-building were gathered around the two captured Boren fire ships, more like boats, actually.  Most were shaking their heads at what they were seeing.  A few were carefully examining the ideas that had gone into the design.

Master Addix of the Moonsrise pointed out, “That narrow, deep hull makes it really fast when tacking.  It has the Dragon's own sideslip resistance.  That lets them attack us from almost any angle.  Sure, the workmanship is less than perfect.  They are only using it once!”

Master Arden of the Carlyle's boat shop suggested, “If we take the basic ideas in this thing, we could make a pretty fierce attack boat! Sure, it needs outriggers to stay upright but somebody was thinking when they designed them, too.  If we put one of these in the water, I will bet that it is dead stable.”

Another of the Masters pointed out, “We could actually put a solid deck out over half way to the outriggers on each side.  That would give us lots of room to mount a catapult or two, if we made it that big.”

Master Arden promptly suggested, “No sense in designing blind.  My journeyman Daron was moved to the catapult factory ship and I know that he has been working on more than just the standard ones.  Now that he has settled down, you can't stop that man from thinking! Let's show him what we have thought of so far and see what he suggests.”

“Good idea, Arden.  Can't hurt to see what he thinks.  Those catapults that he designed for the Carlyle are pretty nasty work to go up against!”

When Daron arrived, he was carrying several large tallow-slates under his arms.  He looked over the basic idea for the attack boat that they had worked out and his eyes lit up, his eyebrows lifting up almost to his hairline.  “Lovely!  Exactly what we need.  Make it about fifteen to eighteen meters long!”  Holding out his tallow-slates he stated, “These aren't speculation.  Most of this is built over on the factory ship.”

Studying their work more closely he pointed to their planned mast and said, “This will have to be done differently.  What we are making needs that space!  Maybe an A frame with a cable across the bottom would do.  You know, like the ones on the Dark Dragon.  Then the catapult could fire under the sail, exactly along the center line of the boat!”

“I see it!  Is this heavy recoil slide base already built?  What is the mass distribution of that catapult?  If we know that, we can have this over to the calculators today!”

Daron, clearly enjoying the excitement of the Masters, pointed to his neat tables where the answers to their questions lay.  “You will need to figure in a small solar water still, crew quarters and the mass of the ammunition.  Those rigging destroyers and hull breachers aren't light!  How big a magazines can it have for them?”

Ideas flew thick and fast as the Masters, even the skeptical ones, proved why they were Masters!

Working as a team and consulting with those who were building the catapult, they had a working plan drawn up on parchment by evening!  Work was begun the next morning.  The whole design had been kept as simple as possible and still be a solid, stable platform for the catapult whose recoil slide was an integral part of the whole boat!

Without the large cleared decks of the catapult factory ship, they would have had no place to build it.  Some of the Captains of nearby vessels in the fleet's formation were gossiping about the bizarre thing being put together on the deck of the factory.

“I have heard that thing down the middle of it is part of a catapult! Utterly insane!  It can't be elevated or swiveled!  How are they going to aim the fool thing?”

“The whole thing is a total waste of Strong Skins that we need for catapults to defend the fleet!  Where are they getting the material, I'd like to know!?”

Captain Allison overheard them griping and cheerfully threw cold water on their whole session!  “They are getting the materials from abandoned wrecks.  You know the ones.  You blamed the effectiveness of the fire boat attack on being there salvaging the boats sunk from Mikot's attack.  You all voted to abandon the wrecks.  I've read the minutes of the Council meeting.

“You were wrong about that.  It was being bunched up that let the attack be so effective, not the salvaging.  However, before you say that they owe you for those wrecks, remember, YOU VOTED TO ABANDON THEM. That voided all claims that you might have had.

“Every diver or any other person working on them is off duty and volunteering their time and effort to actually make something that can carry the war to the Borens.”

“But one of those wrecks belongs to my ship!”

“No. Fleet Law is clear.  When you voted to abandon it, you lost all claim to it.  You can't throw it away and then say it is yours when someone else picks it up!”

Over the next few days the sour captains watched as the odd boat's hull was launched.  They shook their heads at the two sets of A frame masts.  

The Captains sat over sweet broth drinks and a card game of Fin and Fang as they offered each other wise critiques of the strange strike boat taking shape.  “Did you see what  they lowered to it by crane today?  They were the parts of the biggest catapult that I have ever even heard of.  I knew it!  We were right!  After it was assembled, there was no way to aim the stupid thing!”  He laid down a discard.

Nobody took it.  Captain Azura, to his right, drew one for his hand as he commented, “The rigging is bizarre and the sails are worse!  Why do that?  The mainbrace is all wrong!  It needs to go to bow of the boat, not make that big V to the bows of the outriggers!”  His discard was slapped by Captains Belar and Dano at once!  They rolled dice to see who got it.

As Belar added the card to the layout that he was building in front of him, he snorted, “Those sails will interfere with each other!  The fore one reaches almost back to the after pair of masts.  It will be a nightmare to turn when tacking!”

Captain Hulden, walking past them, scuttled their whole fine morning of complaining about something that they had nothing to do with.  He just observed, “Not so sure about that.  I mean there are sixteen Masters of Boat-building, and three of Armory helping with the design and nine Master Boat-builders actually working on it along with over thirty journeymen.  It is just possible that they know something about it that you don't.”

He left a circle of Captains around the card table staring sourly at their sweet drinks.

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WIP Whenever, Fluff Part 1

tagged by @sky-ham for some fluff for understandable reasons

tagging @natsora and @1esk19 for more fluff

this is from a one shot set in The Scenic Route’s timeline, the one where they’re in the Milky Way, everyone’s alive, and there are no Reapers.

Lexi answered almost immediately. “Did you and Aella enjoy your time at the park?”

Thaia narrowed her eyes. Going to the park had been a spontaneous thing because her lab time had been usurped by some other ‘more important’ project. Instead of bothering with battling over a stupid power move, she’d opted to take her kid to Guildhall Park for a pickup skyball game and whatever else they could find.

Unfortunately, ‘whatever else’ had turned out to be trouble, which wasn’t an unusual occurrence when Thaia and Aella went places without, as Sula called it, adult supervision. But wasn’t that Thaia didn’t want Lexi to know what they were up to. It was because Lexi had been in a practical and Thaia hadn’t wanted to disturb her unless there was some kind of incident that required her help. If not, Thaia would simply tell her the entire story when she got home. Or someone else would’ve told her before she even got home because Thaia and her family knew way too many people in this part of Armali. 

Also, Aella had successfully scaled the monument to Matriarch Atapalai and her reward had been been them getting booted from the park and banned for the rest of the week and ‘maybe you should teach your child some decorum during that time.’

First of all, Thaia was pretty sure that the matriarch who’d had the tits to go out and find the first relay and then used the fucking thing within days because ‘fuck sitting around on my ass and being cautious like the rest of you’ would be completely fine with a kid climbing a statue dedicated to her. Cheer her on, even. 

Second of all, Thaia had wanted to see if Aella could get all the way to the top because it was pretty fucking high up. Then Aella had reached the top and Thaia had been too busy being proud as fuck to chase her down before a cluster of matriarchs got their panties in a twist over it.

So, to help them feel better after getting unjustly banned from the park for a week, Thaia and Aella had gone to the hobby shop. And now they felt better.

“Yes,” Thaia said to Lexi. “We did.”

Aella tried cramming a foot under the box. She immediately winced and went another route, trotting over to one of the trees lining the walkway. Little purple flower petals drifted down around her when she bumped into the trunk instead of stopping of her own volition like a normal person. Then she grabbed a good-sized stick, held it aloft with the petals still swirling around her, and ran back.

Lexi sighed. “I suppose I should be grateful no one was hurt.”

“I don’t know, Matriarch Agera got all worked up about a scuff mark on the statue. Maybe someone should examine her for a heart condition.”

“That mark was there before!” said Aella, working the stick under the box for leverage.

“It was.” Thaia shrugged even though Lexi couldn’t see her. “Anyway, I called to see if Harry was visiting Thessia and I didn’t know or if Karin was coming over at any point today.”

“I don’t believe so. Do I want to know why?”

“Nah, it’s fine.”

“Do I need to know why?”

“We’re fine, I promise. We just wanted to be sure. Okay, have a fun class, love you, bye!”

“Bye!” Aella echoed without interrupting her determined glare at the box. 

Thaia ended the call before Lexi could interrogate either of them since Lexi had gotten even better at interrogation since she’d started her clinical psych program and she’d already been phenomenal before that. Plus, neither Thaia nor Aella could lie to save their lives.

Thaia turned to her daughter, who’d given up on the stick and was now using all of her might to drag the box.

Successfully. Shit, her kid was strong. Freakishly strong, according to Celaeno. However, it was slow going and Thaia was admittedly excited about putting the model together with Aella. Sooner rather than later. And she hadn’t bargained on her kid being this fucking stubborn and being able to move the box enough where they were actually making forward progress.

Incremental forward progress.

“You sure you don’t want help?” Thaia asked.

Aella stopped, put her hands on her hips, and glared up at Thaia. “I can get it!”

“Okay, okay.” Thaia held up her hands in surrender. “I won’t ask again.” She also had to hide a laugh because for all Aella shared a similar bone structure to Thaia, that fucking glare had been all Lexi. Seeing it on someone so small was funny as fuck.

The next twenty-seven minutes—Thaia kept track—were spent with Aella grumbling and grunting as she pushed and pulled the box along the strip of sidewalk leading from the Kepeia District to Palla Square. During that time, Thaia also drew several amused or annoyed looks from onlookers and, really, the annoyed ones could just fuck off. Obviously, they’d never had to deal with spectacularly stubborn child. In the the stone-paved area outside the complex’s entrance, the sharp scent of ozone hung in the air. Thaia couldn’t hear the snaps of biotics or shouting that accompanied playing, so practice must’ve been over for the day.

As Aella stopped to catch her breath and Thaia silently wished she’d just give up and let her carry the box, members of Armali’s team began exiting through the complex gates, some pausing to sign autographs for enthusiastic younger fans. From behind a couple clusters of sizable backfielders emerged a comparatively pint-sized player whom Thaia and Aella immediately recognized.

Fejla Na’vis, who’d been their reliable source of skyball tickets for almost seven years; who’d obtained a pass for Thaia to attend a one week long pro-level skyball camp a month before Aella was born; and who, along with Harry, was Lexi’s best friend of decades.

The only reason Thaia hadn’t known about Fej during the two years she was being a dumbass about Lexi was because Fej was a pro player for Armali Union, Thaia’s favorite skyball team ever, and Lexi had—rightly—suspected that Thaia would  react with an undue amount of enthusiasm should she ever meet Fej.

She had. But during the months before Aella had been born and especially after their unintentionally galaxy-spanning misadventure shared with Nef, a black-market body part, and a stack of ancient krogan data-readers, they’d become excellent friends. And Thaia had mostly stopped being a completely over-enthusiastic fan. 

With the exception of playoffs.

“Auntie Fej!” Aella dropped the box and sprinted toward Fej, practically slamming into her for a hug and almost smashing Fej’s nose with her forehead in the process. Luckily, Fej was able to dodge the head blow.

Shit, if Aella’s forehead was a threat to Fej’s nose, that meant she was already catching up to Fej in height. Thaia did her best not to laugh. It wasn’t fair that Aella was on the ridiculously tall side for an asari six-year-old and Fej was on the decidedly small size for an asari adult. Given another couple years, Aella would probably be able to look her in the eye.

“What’ve you got there?” Fej asked, pointing at the box after Aella let go. 

“We got a model relay!” Aella ran back to the box and demonstrated her dragging technique. “Look, I can carry it by myself!”

After observing Aella move the box a whole-ass third of a meter in five minutes, Fej placed her duffel bag on the grass and smiled. “Wow, it’s almost as big as me! I bet you’re excited to get it home. Do you want some help carrying it? I’m going in the same direction for a bit, so I don’t mind.”

Thaia waited for the ‘determined Lexi glare’ to appear on Aella’s face like it had when she’d offered to help. 

It fucking didn’t. Instead, Aella grinned and said, “Yes, please!”

“What the fuck,” Thaia said, mostly under her breath.

When Fej stood next to her, Aella looked between her and the box and back again. Then she scratched her chin and did it again. After a third time, she said to Fej, “I bet I can pick you up.”

Fej opened her mouth, closed it, and then after thinking it over for a moment, shrugged. “You know what? Give it a try.”

Aella immediately crouched and grabbed Fej around the knees.

Fuck, she’d figured out the best method to pick up someone bigger than her. She might actually do it. Thaia hurriedly activated her omni. This needed to be recorded for posterity.

After setting her feet, Aella lifted with all her tiny might. Face flushed a darker blue and her legs trembling with the effort, Aella got Fej a good ten or so centimeters off the pavement before she lost her balance and fell backwards. Fej, possessing the body awareness and quick reflexes of a pro ballplayer, flipped in the air and landed on her feet while catching Aella with biotics the same time.

“I did it!” Aella announced, triumphantly raising her arms in the air.

The startlingly large audience they’d collected during Aella and Fej’s stunt gave the two a round of applause. Thaia had the best fucking kid.

“That was hard,” said Aella, shaking out her arms. “I don’t think I can carry the box the rest of the way home.”

Fej gave the top of Aella’s crest a fond rub. “I’ll still help you.”

“Good, because Daddy didn’t help me on our way here.”

Okay, maybe not the best kid.

“The fuck,” Thaia said, loud enough for the others to hear.

[eseult]

hi, lovelies! my name’s sam, i’m 24, i live in the est, and this is my relatively new sideblog for writing/roleplaying, and i’m currently looking for new 1x1 & mumu partners! to be completely honest with you, i prefer mumus (no matter the size) over 1x1s, but also don’t mind 1x1s. plus, i think it’s good to sometimes begin with a 1x1 and then add more characters to the story. so, yes! under the cut, you’ll find more information about what i’m looking for/my guidelines/fcs i love/ideas i have/etc! if you’re interested in roleplaying with me, please dm me or like this post so that i know to contact you! thank you! <3

ABOUT ME

ok, so. the basics: sam, 24, est, they/them. i’m french-canadian, so english isn’t my first language, and though i’ve been somewhat fluent at it for eight or so years, i find roleplaying a useful way to keep it strong. i’m forever changing universities and programs, and am now finally starting to study history, aka my favourite school subject of all time. roleplaying wise, i can either reply at the speed of light, or take a while, but i’ll always keep in touch and keep you up to date. plus, i’ll send headcanons and pics that remind me of our characters QUITE often. also, please don’t be put off by the number of characters in my muses tab; only 6 (maybe 7) of them are active at the moment!

GUIDELINES

you must be over 18! please please please do not like about your age. 

you must be patient. and by that, i don’t mean that you can’t remind me that i owe replies! just please don’t make vague posts about me not replying fast enough egoijerigjeriojgerij. i’ve been through that once because i hadn’t replied to a huge (and i mean HUGE) para within five days, and it was.......... not fun.

you must be kind. that goes without saying, but still. i’m a sensitive soul tm, and i don’t need unnecessary negativity in my life. also, please respect my triggers. which i’ll tell you about after we’ve talked a lil bit. <3

you must have discord or be willing to download it. that’s where it’s easiest for me to communicate, and i’d be willing to do some threads on there if you want, though i prefer doing so on sideblogs/the dash.

NO INCEST/PEDOPHILIA/ABUSE/SEXUAL ABUSE/SLAVERY/ETC PLOTS. i wish i didn’t have to specify that, but alas!

I’D LOVE MUMUS........

inspired by dragon age (i’ve only played inquisition, but i’ve seen people play the first game as well and i can read the wiki so!!!!! high fantasy pls!!!!!)

inspired by that 70s show (doesn’t need to be set in the 70s. basically, i’d love a group of friends stuck in a small town. and we can even play charas outside of the friend group!)

inspired by pjo (i personally wouldn’t play canon characters, because i don’t feel confident enough to do so, but! you’re totally welcome to play canons!)

inspired by the o.c./gossip girl (basically, rich kids and angst. but i’d prefer to play adults as opposed to teenagers.)

inspired by greek mythology (gods and heroes and various characters from greek mythology, but in our world! whether they’re re-incarnations of them or just inspired by them is totally up to us!)

inspired by fairy tales (i’m in a huge fairy tales mood right now, and i’d love a roleplay inspired by them! either in a fantasy world, or in our world à la sisters grimm, ouat, fables, etc.)

inspired by f.r.i.e.n.d.s./how i met your mother (with non-shitty characters and a better overall plot.)

inspired by the grishaverse, by leigh bardugo (just!!!!!! that universe would be so fun to play with and i just!!!! would love to create charas in it. i’m not sure i’d be down to play canon characters, though, because of the pressure)

inspired by the diviners, by libba bray (horror! but light - for most. terrifying for me ergoijeriojgerig. a group of people with abilities, mysteries, murDer!!!!!! shenanigans!!!!!!)

about a post-apocalyptic world (honestly i’m not the most well versed in that but !!!!! i’d be so so so so so eager to try it out and learn more about it!)

about a world where supernatural beings exist (vampires, werewolves, ghosts, witches, demons, wendigos, banshees, etc! we can even do a true blood and make it so that everyone knows they exist :o or we can do twilight-like in which it’s a huge secret. i’m up for both + even more ideas you might have!)

about a small town plagued with a mystery (i’d love for this to be dark but not TOO dark, à la pretty little liars. we can play a variety of characters and it just sounds!!!!!!! like so much fun!!!!!!!) 

about a place where fairy tale characters co-exist (not necessarily ouat or sisters grimm or fables, but can TOTALLY be similar to those because they’re all concept(s) i adore!!!!!! and id love for us to go for less popular fairy tales too bc FUN and just!!!!! i’m on a big fairy tales kick right now so eoigreroigjeroijger)

about a high fantasy world (honestly, this might be a bit similar to the dragon age idea, except we’d build our world off various things and have probably more freedom, but less structure, within it)

i’m sure i’m forgetting things right now, so please be aware of the fact that i am 100% open to more ideas than those listed here!

FACECLAIMS I’D LOVE TO USE 

abigail cowen

adria arjona

aisha dee

alex fitzalan

alisha boe

amanda seyfried

amy adams

ariela barer

aslihan malbora

bae suzy

bahar sahin

bethany joy lenz

blanca padilla

brenton thwaites

brittany o’grady

charles michael davis

cierra ramirez

claudia doumit

courtney eaton

danielle campbell

deborah ann woll

deepika padukone

demet ozdemir

diana silvers

emilija baranac

ester expósito

florence pugh

freya mavor

freya tingley

gemma chan

goo hara

gugu mbatha-raw

haley lu richardson

hande ercel

jessica henwick

jessica sula

joe keery

jordan fisher

justice smith

kiana madeira

kristin kreuk

kristine froseth

kylie bunbury

lalisa manoban

lana condor

laura harrier

lee jong-suk

lee se-young

liana liberato

lily collins

madelaine petsch

maia mitchell

margaret qualley

medalion rahimi

melissa barrera

merritt patterson

michael provost

milena tscharntke

molly gordon

morena baccarin

nathalie kelley

nico tortorella

park sooyoung

paulina singer

pepi sonuga

phoebe tonkin

quintessa swindell

reina hardesty

remy hii

richard harmon

rome flynn

ryan destiny

samantha logan

scarlett byrne

seo kang joon

simay barlas

sydney sweeney

taylor russell

tiera skovbye

tiya sircar

tyler posey

vanessa morgan

vella lovell

victoria justice

virginia gardner

woo dohwan

yaya urassaya

zoey deutch

[eternalgloryhq]

name: rosalyn ewhurst gender & pronouns: utp house: gryffindor blood status: halfblood extra curricular: utp fc: lyrica okano, jessica sula, maya hawke role: open

bitterness like a bad pill stuck in your throat. most loved, when you were younger. pageant smiles. wrapping people around your finger, just because you can. wearing jewelry like a second skin. an accident in fourth year, one you hate talking about. being passed over for prefect. heads shaking in the corridors as you pass. shoulders pulled back. flipping everyone off with painted fingernails. big clunky boots. standing in the astronomy tower in the middle of the night. stormy nights. eyes rolled. grades getting worse by the year. they say you’re a star burnt out, so sometimes you want to set yourself alight.

shelagh o’dowd → you’d always been the best, and everyone knew you were supposed to be prefect. you were a shoo-in, but then you fucked it all up in fourth year, and -- okay. okay, maybe you would’ve still resented whoever got the badge instead of you, but your best friend taking it just makes it worse. before you knew it, shelagh was the face of everything that went wrong for you, all the things that should have been within your rightful grasp. so your snide remarks and passive aggressive comments drove them away, but whatever, you didn’t want friends anymore anyway.

roger davies → you weren’t close with anyone, not anymore. mostly, you’re tired of school and the fact you have to stick out this last year, so when you push everyone away, it’s because you want to be alone. but everyone knows you have a soft spot for roger, that you always have. you’ve been friends since first year, and they’ve seen you from your best to your worst -- you’re trying to cut your losses here, but you just can’t shake them off. there’s a voice in your hear that says it sounds like you’re in love, but roger is roger, who’s always wanted the best of the best. ( that’s not you anymore. )

elora dunn → you were so caught up in yourself your entire life, self-centred down to the bone, that you never realised the negative impacts you had on people -- you basked in the glory of people always liking you, and never once thought about the repercussions of your attitude to others until now. to say you were unkind to elora was probably an understatement to them -- you stopped after fourth year, but that doesn’t make it okay. underneath your stony facade lately, you’re embarrassed by how you’ve treated them and sometimes you want to apologise. except that would mean acting like you care, and you can’t do that again. it’s a terrible excuse and you know it, so mostly you avoid them for your own comfort.

[bakudekuficlibrary]

Hey, do you know of any fics where Hisashi (Izuku's Father) raises Izuku instead of Inko? Thank you!!

Hello! I think these are all there are. 

-Ellie

7 Works.

Tinted Windows by sula (black_oak) ( E | 15,701+ | 7/? )

Bakugou and Deku have been rivals since the third grade. Now seniors in high school, Katsuki looks forward to destroying the nerd once and for all. But, on the first day of school, Deku arrives a mere shell of the boy he used to be…

Nothing will ever be the same.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Self-Harm | Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con]

[Abandoned] Big Mistake by Aizawx ( T | 2,442 | 3/? )

I’m not going to finish this.

Midoriya is a teenager who has a crush on his childhood friend, and it turns out he likes him back. When they kiss they forgot to check if they door was closed. It wasn’t.

Hisashi does not approve of his son being gay, so Izuku is kicked out of his home with no where to go.

Until a teenager with black shoulder length hair comes back into his life.

[Homophobia]

[Abandoned] Green Sea by HG_Wells ( M | 7,263 | 1/? )

KatsuDeku Mermaid!AU (I haven’t seen very many of them around and at this point it’s just plain annoying)

Izuku Midoriya is Prince of the Sea, a young Merman who was next in line for the throne. He has everything a Merman could ask for, except for one thing; Freedom. He wants to see what the surface is like, but it’s against every law in all Seven Sea’s to breath air. But what Izuku thinks is a small trip turns into a live or die situation, and he finds himself placing all of his trust into a talented Biologist to get home.

And this too shall pass by Stars1Are1Metaphors ( M | 5,658 | 1/1 )

Japan is plagued by a horrific, contagious and deadly disease that holds prisoners, although… not for long. In the richest mansion of its capital city, the only child of the great engineer Midoriya Hisashi is struck. Unfortunately, in the time this child has been born in lies no cure. To quell his loneliness, Hisashi creates the first ever robot and calls it Katsuki. And so, in a disease stricken town a tender bond forms between a kind-hearted boy and an unusual, one of a kind creation.

[Major Character Death]

The Tale of A Lady Knight and her Dragon by vixen_uchiha ( T | 6,598 | 3/3 )

This is a story of how Inko could have reacted after being told her child was quirkless. How her reactions changed the world for the better.

After the Moment by hottamale ( T | 6,326 | 1/1 )

Izuku just wanted to spend some time with his boyfriend and maybe have a little fun. He didn’t think his day would go downhill as quick as it did.

Bad Blood Wars by Souzoshiyou ( M | 58,119+ | 6/? )

Midoriya Izuku is the only heir to the Midoriya family. Since her father runs a hospital, she’s forced to take up medicine at an early age while learning to fight red eyed beasts for the reason her father also runs a vampire slaying organization. It was supposed to be another normal day till her friends that disappeared years ago shows up and starts stacking revelations from then on.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

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Sula watched the security footage. By the time it was over, her entire body was tense, ready to jump into the recording and kill those kett before they didn’t kill her daughter-in-law. Watching Lexi die would’ve hurt, but exaltation was a slow twist of a knife in the gut.

“That’s the most fucked up thing I’ve seen in a thousand years,” said Drack. He growled, stomping through the small security office, golden eyes glittering with rage. “We need to kill the kett. All of ‘em.”

She wasn’t surprised when he left for Voeld—the planet currently with the highest population of kett—later that day. She wished she could’ve gone with him. Killing kett was easy. Convincing her kid to not do the thing she was dead set on doing was fucking impossible. 

“No, you don’t,” Sula repeated for the eleventh time. She considered standing in front of the security terminal and blocking it just to slow Thaia down. Kandros had left a while ago, knowing a shitstorm when he saw it. Wise, that one.

Thing was, Sula knew her kid and her kid was going to watch the fucking footage. But she’d be goddess-damned if she didn’t try to stop her from getting hurt. “I don’t want you to see it. Whatever you’ve been imagining? Whatever nightmares you’ve had about it? It’s worse.”

Thaia didn’t look at Sula as she input the security code. “You always told me that what we imagine is scarier than what’s real.”

“Turns out I was wrong.” Sula grabbed Thaia’s wrist and pulled it away from the panel. Thaia didn’t resist, so it was easy. But when Sula felt the bonding bracelet under her fingers, remembered the day she’d watched her daughter and Lexi put them on, she held on a little tighter. Maybe it would help communicate how fucking hard it was to talk past the lump that formed in her throat at the nightmare of Thaia watching the footage. “I was wrong.”

“Maybe.” Thaia called up the file, a still frame of a peaceful Hydroponics appearing on the display. “But I still have to watch.”

“Why would you do this to yourself?”

“Because the kids were all safe.” Thaia’s hands clamped down on Kandros’s chair, fingers digging deep into the cushion. Kandros was probably going to need a new chair after this. “And if I had known just a little earlier, I could’ve gotten to Hydroponics. I could’ve saved Aella and Lexi.”

“If you had gotten to Hydroponics, those kids would’ve lost both their fucking parents.” Sula ignored the flare Thaia was trying and somewhat failing to suppress. “I’ve seen that footage and I’m one hundred fucking percent sure we would’ve lost Lexi and you.” It was bad enough Sula had lost her daughter-in-law, but the thought of losing her and her last living daughter left her numb. 

“You’re sure. You’re sure because you’ve seen it for yourself.” The flare faded and Thaia looked her in the eye. Empathy was still there, but so was the anger so hot there were times Sula thought it would burn everything and everyone around her. “I’m not.” She pressed play.

Thaia watched the footage. Sula watched Thaia slowly reach the excruciating realization that Lexi never had a chance at dying. That she couldn’t have saved her from the fate the kett intended. That the only way Thaia could’ve killed all the kett pouring into the lab would’ve required a biotic detonation that would’ve blown up the entire lab and nearby sections of the Commons. An explosion packing that amount of energy would’ve been unsurvivable for anyone except maybe Sarissa Theris. Definitely not Thaia. Definitely not Lexi. Sula’s stomach clenched, picturing the unrecognizable bodies that would be left of them in the rubble. There wouldn’t have been anything left if Aella and Sula struggled to breathe.

Her youngest granddaughter was alive and healthy. Her youngest child was alive. She could breathe. Breathe. But it was hard. Lexi had been like a daughter to her and she wasn’t alive. With her gone, it would be a long time before any of them would be healthy again.

None of the shots the kett had fired at Lexi had been to kill. They’d willingly died en masse to Lexi’s biotic attacks, a constant stream of sacrificial kett until they’d pinned her in place with the flood of bodies both living and dead.

Then the Ascendant had swept in, fucking taunted her, and then had injected her with that serum or whatever they called it. Lexi had been helpless to stop it. 

In the footage, Lexi screamed. First at the injection, then louder and angrier and filled with an existential pain as she comprehended what was happening. What she would become, her body wracked by tremors. Her screaming stopped when her body began to contort into positions that would’ve snapped asari bones, shredded asari tendons and ligaments. Her arms twisted and expanded and lengthened until her bonding bracelet shattered, shards raining on the tiled floor. Liquid as white as bone boiled from her skin, then reformed over grotesquely elongated limbs. But the new hardening exoskeleton hadn’t burned away everything. The bonding tattoo was still there in a way. It was stretched and twined over the length of her—the kett’s arm. The same kett that marched out of Hydroponics with the rest of its ilk. It didn’t even look back.

That might’ve been the only mercy.

Sula wished she’d been right about imagination being worse than reality. But there were some things a mind couldn’t bring itself to imagine. Her kid not breathing as she watched at the footage was testament to why.

By the time Thaia’s image, surrounded by blue biotic fire, sprinted into the back room in Hydroponics, Sula wished her kid was still mad. 

This was worse. This was worse than the lonely little kid who’d lost her mother and been hurt by her stepfather and had believed with all her heart that she was alone. Those eyes had been hurt, not vacant. Later those eyes had been angry, not listless.

It was like someone had ripped the spirit from her and replaced it with a void and never had Sula wanted more to see her kid lose her temper. A sign of life. Something she could work with to help. When Thaia was pissed off, Sula knew what to do: rein her in, distract her, find someplace where she could biotically blow shit up until the anger wore itself out for a while. Sometimes, it’d take all three. This time, though, it was like a star verging on core collapse had skipped the supernova and gone straight to black hole. But all that energy—all that rage—couldn’t have just disappeared. People weren’t exempt from the laws of thermodynamics. So that anger was hiding in a place Sula couldn’t see, couldn’t reach, and she couldn’t do shit about it.

On the display in front of them, Thaia had gone to bring Aella to be checked on by doctors. The footage continued, showing Kesh walking in and surveying the damage before she bent over and picked something up from the floor. Shards of the metal bracelet that had once encircled Lexi’s wrist glinted under the lone working overhead light.

Thaia’s trembling hand drifted to the intact bracelet on her own wrist. She still hadn’t breathed.

And Sula couldn’t do shit about it except worry.

[miu-paras]

Lvl. 6 ⋮ Den Of The Raiju

Request for Entry – Approved. ♪ - Grimes / Violence

Red says all noble-born children in Essa were given titles once they reached a certain age.

I always wondered what mine would’ve been. You’d have to do something noteworthy to receive one, right? Something worth being immortalized. Kalar was the Scourger, simply because of how much raw power they possessed. It made people fear for the day they’d leave nothing but a desecrated wasteland in their wake. Sula, on the other hand, was Stormer’s Bane, a moniker earned for their superior hunting skills against the massive, metal beasts. Aesir was Breath of the Golden Serpent, a reference to an electrifying creature with a wicked tongue from old Camerian legends. Then there’s my mother, who was Dancing Blade, named for the swift elegance of their movements in battle. A fighter with deadly precision and grace. Only to later become Silent Dagger, once their… occupation changed.

The names were all so… menacing. They imposed a specific image that the Aedonnoe family wanted to uphold: one of power. Of fear. They were a family of warriors, after all. They valued strength above all else, so of course they would want their granted titles to reflect that.

Over a year ago, I would have said such a concept didn’t suit me. Only because, up until then, I’d never thought of myself as a warrior. I’d never been in situations that relied solely on the power I possessed to get what I needed. I never had to fight to defend myself. Never needed protecting. I was… just a girl. A normal girl with normal fears, desires, and dreams. I wasn’t the Aedonnoe I would’ve been had my homeland not been destroyed by corrupted forces. Instead, I was the odd one out. The end to a generation of fighters.

That is, until Red came into my life… and now I’m constantly faced with chaos and strife at every turn. Constantly fighting my way through conflict after conflict. Constantly pushing myself, making strides to become a better tsanagar, to be stronger, to be a better Aedonnoe.

And constantly surrounded by aliens.

Aliens in Shinjuku…

It sounded like the title of a very bad sci-fi serial, but somehow it adequately describes what my life has been for the past couple of months.

Aliens in Shinjuku. Ulterians, to be exact. Sai, Miki, Barr’lo, Vhiska, and Yarrna. The small team that made up Vitriol. The one and only answer to the violence in the slums of Gan’em.

And now there was me: their “techie.” A renegade mechanic, fighting in a war against the vile and corrupt, a war I hadn’t known even existed until very recently. A war I had to be a part of, to save someone important to me. Or rather… to my mom.

But it was worth it. Because now I was closer to answers than I ever was before. And I was closer to seeing a new side of myself. Closer to revealing just how much I was truly capable of achieving.

But first, there was work to be done.

It was December 1st, 2019. We were making plans for our first big supplies run.

Sai was our leader when the time came for raids. He conducted stakeouts on warehouses across Gan’em, organized a strike team and assigned roles. Plans were always centered around whatever materials or resources I needed, so my input was always necessary. We had many differences, Sai and I, both in approach and ideals. But over time, we became a pretty dynamic duo. My impulsivity was tempered by his more strategic brain, and in turn I inspired him to take more risks. The real benefit of two leaders, I suppose. Bringing out the best in each other through even are worst habits.

Then there was Miki, our resident expert on stealth and silent infiltrations. She had an aptitude for lurking around corners, squeezing through tight spaces, and knowing just where to strike so that her opponents went down without a sound. She’d signal to us in Talurian sign language once any perimeter was secure, which allowed for the strike team to move in.

Barr’lo and Yarrna: the bruiser and the marksmen. Barr was our demolition expert, gifted with knowledge of both destructive weapons and explosive entrances. They had no problem with making noise, or causing a ruckus. It made them perfectly fit for taking the lead during more… direct encounters. Yarrna, however, chose to hang back, as it always worked in his favor. Long distance was always best for sharpshooters, after all; the more shrouded in the shadows they were, the more effective they could be. And Yarrna never disappointed, always making his shots with such expert precision it almost looked effortless.

He also claimed to have trained Pixul in the past. And judging from her skill alone, it only put my faith in his abilities even more.

Unlike the rest, Vhiska rarely participated in the raids. Her skills weren’t always suited for the field, with hands made for tinkering rather than battle. but what she lacked in physical prowess she made up for with brilliance. She was a security expert, and a prodigious engineer. It made her perfectly suited for the job of further fortifying our hideaway, and an even more excellent workshop hand. I ran all my designs through her, and with little coaching she was able to recreate them with ease, with or without my assistance. She may not be Camerian by blood, but she certainly had a mind like one.

We were a small team, yes, but an effective one. We’d have to be, with the task we were taking on tonight.

Kanda Voks. A large conglomerate specialized in the selling and distribution of building materials, including Talurian alloy. They had their hat thrown into several other rings as well, including military suppliers, Vaanen manufacturers, and the surveillance industry. Warehouses were located in various parts of the continent, the largest of which was situated in the heart of Gan’em. It was also very heavily fortified and guarded.

There was no room for error with this mission. We had to be careful.

“Does everyone remember the plan?” Sai and I whispered in unison, followed by several nods from the rest of the team. We were situated on a rooftop maybe a block or so away from our target. Everyone was preparing, gearing up their weapons and tools, sharpening their blades, setting up our comms, and adorning our faces with reflective metal masks to confuse their facial recognition software. There was an eagerness in the air, a strong desire to get moving, to get this over with. But the more Sai stressed caution, the more our impulsive inclinations were tempered.

About two hours had passed. Miki and Yarrna were busy surveying the patrol of the guards, while Barr made plans for our strike on the inside. Sai went between the three of them, making sure everything was in order, and everyone’s heads were where they should be: focused on the goal. We only had one shot at this, after all.

But me… I stared up at the sky. Watching as the evening turned to night, as the two suns that hung in the air sunk behind the clouds, replaced by six moons and a sky blanketed in darkness.

It was time to move now.

Miki moved in first, leaping from building to building in exceptional bounds, the only sound coming from her being the whistle through the wind as she swiftly made her way towards the perimeter. The guards had begun their usual rotation around the warehouse, which Yarrna monitored carefully from afar through the scope of his rifle. It was Miki, however, that would make the first strike. She singled out each guard, one by one, picking them off too fast for them to respond. Once the first wave of guards was taken care of, our marksmen was able to assist with the second wave, who were far more on edge than the last due to the unseen threat.

Yarrna truly was as good of a shot as he boasted. He incapacitated guards with as much speed and precision as Miki did with her blades, and just as quietly, too. Within a few minutes, our first part of the raid had been completed without a hitch. Not only that, Miki and Yarrna had provided us with a secure way inside.

“Move in.” Yarrna’s thick, Northern Talurian accent echoed throughout the comms, and immediately we set out from our perch and towards the warehouse. Sai and Barr matched Miki’s quickness as they bounded for our desired destination, while I flew in closely behind.

One by one we all shuffled through the vent wrenched open by one of Miki’s swords, while Yarrna maintained watch on the outside. There was a cold dinginess we were met with compared to the busy metropolis outside these walls. It was perhaps the first place I’ve visited in Nuva filled with nothing but complete lifelessness. Not that it mattered, anyway. We weren’t here to sightsee.

“Barr…” Sai whispered as quietly as he possibly could, leaning in close to us, “Go with Miu, make sure she gets what she needs. Miki and I will do a sweep.”

The both of us nodded in response, then the group split in two, Barr and I climbing down from the stack of large, heavy boxes of materials we’d settled on. There weren’t many guards around, as far as I could tell, and the few that were there were taken out before I had a chance to do so myself. Not that I would want to. I was more than comfortable with leaving the more… violent parts of the job to the rest of the team. I was still quite averse to it, considering everything that happened a few months ago. For now, I preferred focusing on what I needed. And that didn’t involve a fight.

We traversed the maze of a warehouse for what felt like hours but was actually a mere thirty minutes or so. Eventually, luck found us as we stumbled right into the center of the maze, met with loads upon loads of crates that doubled us in size, each full of Talurian alloy alongside of a plethora of other materials. Exactly what we needed.

“Quick… your stick-ons.” I held my hand out towards him, gesturing for his bag. He tossed it to me, and from it I pulled out four transporter devices. But these were unlike the transporters I’d come across previously; they were an invention of my own. Each worked in unison with each other, connected through transmissions. They created a barrier around whichever object—or objects—they were attached to, transporting everything inside that radius at once. It was more advanced than the simple handheld version, and offered more flexibility than advanced models. I was quite proud of it, despite the awful name: Stick-ons.

…It was a work-in-progress.

Each of the four gadgets were latched onto every side of the heavy crate, a thin blue light emanating from either side of each to form an illuminated ring around the cargo. Once every stick-on was in place, we took several steps back, and I retrieved a thin, silver tablet from my own bag. I started rapidly tapping in coordinates to our base back home while Barr continued surveying our surroundings. And withing a few seconds, and a flash of light, the large crate of materials was gone, transported back to Earth for Vhiska to intercept from the other side.

“It worked!” I whispered a bit too loudly, then turned to high-five Barr. But instead of being met with a matching smile and an upturned palm, I was instead greeted by Barr’s long, pensive stare towards the ceiling, and a single finger pointed upwards.

I tilted my head up in the same direction, and immediately my smile faded.

The ceiling was covered in them. Androids, somewhat humanoid in shape but more spider-like in the way their limbs stuck outwards and their bellies rested against the surface they clung to. Like the lickers from Resident Evil. They were perhaps, and by a large margin, the biggest oddity I’d seen since I began visiting this planet.

And even worse, Miki and Sai were fighting to get free from their web of tendril-like wires.

Barr’lo is the first to react, quickly unholstering the pistol from his belt. Aiming it above us, a smile slowly graced his lips as the gun rapidly unfurled itself, geometric machinations multiplying and expanding until the small weapon became massive launcher. He shoots the rocket forward, and immediately the android lickers screeched and scattered as it made a loud, shattering impact.

That fight I was avoiding? It was here now.

{ Well… you ready, Red? }

[ I always am. ]

My tsanista stretched across my form in full-body armor as I launched myself at the ceiling. I began picking them apart the same way I did the Vaanen, reaching in until my influence found purchase, slowly tearing away from the inside until their bodies malfunctioned, sputtering and whizzing until they loss control of themselves and fell to ground in a shattered mess. I was only able to take out a few. Androids were quite difficult to control, after all. But it was enough to give my teammates enough leeway to break free.

Barr’lo, however, was far less meticulous in his approach. As soon as the other two wrenched themselves free, the demolitionist continued his targeted assaulted. Rocket after rocket shot at the ceiling, causing more of them to crash against the ground and leaving large, noticeable craters in their wake. I rushed to start clearing them away from the rest of the cargo we planned to take, pulling and tearing at them with much more fervor then before. Sai and Miki were busy dodging their lightning-quick attacks, rolling away from their lunges and slicing at their whip-like tongues with their blades.

At some point, we’d gotten overwhelmed. The sheer number of them far exceeded the enemies we took on at Pixul’s club. And even with the two extra fighters on deck, being outnumbered to such a degree wasn’t going to work in our favor.

“We need to pull back!” Sai commanded, with one last swipe at a wiry tongue with one of his blades. “Walk away with what we have—"

“Yeah—except we don’t have a lot to begin with! We only transported one crate!” I shouted back, pushing some of the robotic creatures away from me and Miki. Barr continued blasting away with the weapon he’d now fashioned into a shotgun as we ascended the many boxes surrounding us in an attempt to elevate ourselves. I stayed floating in the air, searching tirelessly for a quick solution to our very messy problem…

That’s when I spotted them. There were still a hefty number of guards that were left. And they’d been alerted by our raucous battle.

“We’ve got more company…” I warned the rest of the group, to which they replied with heavy sighs, tortured glances, and curses under their breath.

I didn’t want to waste time anymore. Not on fighting, not on dodging bullets, and definitely not on killing. I came here with a purpose. And I intended to fulfill it.

It took everything out of me to do it, to extend my influence across multiple devices, multiple moving, mechanical parts, multiple living entities trapped inside shells, programmed to rip and tear through their enemies with no remorse. It took so much out of me that I felt even my hold on Red slipping, and I struggled to maintain my levitation in the air. In the end I chose control—complete and utter control—over my flight and landed my feet on the ground. Ground that was no longer dangerous, as the horde of bloodthirsty bots were frozen in place, and starting up at me awaiting command.

{ Holy… }

[ Shit… that actually worked. ]

{ I know, right?! }

[ You have gotten stronger… I am proud. ]

The small bit of praise brought a smile to my face, one I quickly wiped away as I returned my focus to the task at hand.

“They’ll help us now,” I whirled my head around to face Sai. “Handle the guards. They’ll follow you out. I’ll stay and get as many supplies as needed.”

Sai looked around, wary at first. I grabbed his arm tightly and shook it, bringing his attention back to me. Back to reality.

“Trust me.”

There was a long pause, and a number of glances that flickered between me and the army of lickers surrounding us. But he eventually nodded, directing the team to move out. I gave a nod in return, and as the team and their new swarm ran in the direction of danger, I continued looting as much as I could. Scouring through the endless towers of cargo until I found what I felt was enough—and what I felt we could manage space wise. There were a few stray lickers, possibly some that shook off my control and others that were simply out of my range, but I handled them quickly and quietly. Enough to not arouse any attention as I started making my way out.

Everything seemed to be working out, despite the massive hiccups. But the thing about getting too comfortable when things go your way is that the universe is always ready to throw something else at you.

Guards flanking around the corner. But they weren’t androids like the flock I’d just handled. They were living, made of flesh and bone. Flesh that was warm to the touch as they caught me by surprise, easily and quickly defending themselves against my meager attempts at fighting back before pinning me against the ground by my neck, strangling me in the same manner Pixul did. Flesh that wrapped tightly around my wrist as another assisted in pinning me down. Flesh and bone that turned hotter as I got angrier, as light enraptured me in sizzling, white heat. Flesh torn asunder as that very light enveloped them, and in a flash left behind nothing but charred corpses.

I think I may have stared too long at the burnt bodies. The gaping hole left in one of their chest, cooked flesh and purple blood dripping from where their rib cage should be. The second guard who was left without half their body, and the other half—or at least what was still left of it—turned black as coal.

I stared for far too long. Motionless. Voiceless. In shock of just how destructive I could be. It was like the summer of 2018 all over again, standing in the middle of my bedroom, shaking and crying over a pile of ashes.

There was a rough grab of my arm, and a shake so violent it triggered me again. I was lucky enough to meet his eyes before I blasted him away.

“Don’t think about it,” Sai said calmly, eyes flickering between me and the bodies, nervously despite how much he tried to hide it.

“Let’s go.”

At the words, I nodded once, and followed him out of the warehouse. Yarrna covered our trail as we ran back to our starting point. Once we were there, everyone exchanged smiles and high-fives with one another, congratulating each other on a job well-done and a bounty successfully required. More celebrations awaited us at the hideout, where V greeted us with a fist shot in the air and an excited holler as we transported ourselves back.

Everyone was satisfied.

All except for me.

They all wanted to celebrate with the best desserts Earth had to offer. So naturally, I treated them to conbini ice cream.

They all sat amongst each other, either huddled on the floor or sitting atop the stacks of cargo. They were all laughing and speaking a mix of Talurian dialects—both native and Nuvassi. Vhiska joked about how one of the massive boxes almost crushed them. Miki signed a number of seemingly playful jabs at Barr as he boasted about his valor during the mission. Yarrna was already mapping out future plans.

All I did was watch, managing a soft smile occasionally but not really saying anything. After a while, I asked to step outside for some fresh air. Wanting to be alone for a while. Wanting to hear nothing but the business of the city and my own thoughts, which were nothing more than twisted and dark right now.

After some time, I was eventually joined by Sai, who’d left the small party inside to join me in the peace and quiet of the night. Wordlessly, he leaned against the side of the building as well, staring up at the sky in the same manner I did. No words exchanged, not asking questions. Only offering his support in complete silence. Until I was the one to break it.

“Does it get easier?”

The words came out almost as soft as a whisper. Sai turned his head towards me, an expression of concern coming over his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then stopped himself, hesitating. A short silence returned before he sighed.

“Yes,” he responded. “Yes it does.”

The words were earnest, which only made it even more painful to accept.

“I, umm…. I feel like the only way I can be good enough for this is if I become the complete opposite of myself.” I stated, arms crossing around my torso even tighter as I curled into myself. “Who I am… who I am isn’t cut out for all of this, I think… I’m a weak-willed person.”

His expression turned stern. “Miu… I saw you, in a streak of light, tear apart cop cars through the sky. You knew how to take down the Makalden. Hell, you blasted them through the sky. You—” He paused again, looking away. “You stopped Pixul…”

The image of her bloody stub for an arm filled my head again, and I closed my eyes as tightly as I could, breathing out heavily as I wished the thought away. Sai probably realized this and fell silent again, back resting against the wall as he concentrated his gaze on the pavement.

Wordlessness took over once more, both of us searching for something else to say. Unlike Sai, I was failing to do so. Failing to find the words to express just how I felt. But Sai seemed to understand me even without an explanation. As if these feelings were all too familiar to him. As if he were looking in a mirror, at a reflection of his past self.

“You’re stronger than you know, Miu. Stronger than all of us… and you don’t need to be anyone else.”

He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I looked up at him for the first time all night.

“You’re exactly who you need to be.”

He patted my shoulder twice and returned inside. I slumped to the ground, hugging my knees close to my chest as I took in his words.

Maybe he was right. Maybe I didn’t need to change. Maybe I already did. All I knew for sure was that the girl I was before and the girl I am now are the same. They always have been. I’ve always had this within me, no matter how much I tried to run or hide from it. I had to strong. I had to be daring. I had to be a beacon of hope to my new friends. The warrior to follow in my family’s legacy, even though it took me so long to realize it.

I needed to be something new. Something vicious. To awaken that side of me I kept locked away for so long, no matter how scared of it I was.

I had to be a beast, made of light and fire. Streaking through a black sky.

And whether I wanted to be that or not… didn’t matter anymore.

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[hobgoblinsandpeachfuzz]

Sula and Mena are really the only folks I’ve got with a penchant to get jealous (but Sula knows it’s irrational and usually feels bad–Mena is a little more self involved than that and has to be reminded that that’s an irrational behavior before she chills out)

While Tess and Hawke and Setah are just chill and maybe laugh about it, Dot actively insists people appreciate Reyes for all of his amazingness and becomes mad if they don’t appreciate him enough (“What do you mean you just don’t think he’s cute? There’s no one cuter in the whole galaxy except maybe Liam, but he’s a close second okay! YOU DONT THINK LIAM IS CUTE TOO DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT CUTE MEANS??")

[god-is-a-womyn]

final thoughts on nel and sula’s morality

The end of the book was a Sharknado experience of metaphors and subtle nudges at the same questions: Which woman was the evil one? Who was the good one? (Except the sharks were just hoards of symbolism that Toni Morrison kept hurling at me) Nel’s encounter with Eva at the end of the book enhanced the book’s characterization of good versus evil. Previously, during a dispute with Nel, Sula asks her, “‘How you know?’ Sula asked. ‘Know what?’ Nel still wouldn’t look at her. ‘About who was good. How you know it was you?’ ‘What you mean?’ ‘I mean maybe it wasn’t you. Maybe it was me.’” (146) Before this, Nel had always assumed that she had been the “good” one simply because she followed a life like the rest of the people in the Bottom. The fact that Nel still could not definitely be characterized as “good” or “evil” even after her strict conformation to societal ideas speaks volumes about the Bottom’s structure. Nel couldn’t conform and be good because the Bottom wasn’t good either. And even after Sula had been alienated and ridiculed by her neighborhood, she still had the mind to propose that perhaps she, herself was not the “evil” one. Now, back to Eva and Nel. Eva’s crazy talk could have easily been dismissed because of her age, but when Eva fails to even tell Nel and Sula apart, accidentally calling Nel Sula (169) and accuses them of being the same, Nel’s assumption that Sula had always been evil is invalidated. Eva tells Nel, “You. Sula. What’s the difference? You was there. You watched, didn’t you? Me, I never would’ve watched.” (168) Later, she follows with “Just alike. both of you. Never was no difference between you.” (169) Eva says that because Nel and Sula were the same, what they did was also the same by default. She compares Nel’s mere observance of Chicken Little’s death with Sula’s observance of her mother’s death.

I think it would be interesting to compare their nonchalant responses to witnessing murder:

Sula reflects on watching Hannah die, thinking, “I didn’t meant anything. I never meant anything. I stood there watching her burn and was thrilled. I wanted her to keep jerking like that, to keep dancing.” (147)

Nel reflects at the end of the novel as well. She thinks to herself, But it was there anyway, as it had always been, the old feeling and the old question. The good feeling she had had when she watched Chicken’s hands slip. She hadn’t wondered about that in years. “Why didn’t I feel bad when it happened? How come it felt so good to see him fall?” (170)

Eerily similar, right? They both drew pleasure and thrill from seemingly traumatizing experiences. In these situations, Nel and Sula foil each other in the fact that they both reacted the same way. Because of this, Sula wasn’t necessarily correct in assuming she would have been “good” either. But, it is a gross generalization to label them as evil as well. Nel and Sula both have extremely polar moral compasses that simply cannot be compared. They can’t be characterized by their choices to conform or not to conform to society either because their society couldn’t be labeled as such either. I guess you get my point here. Nobody can be labeled as anything because such labels don’t exist. As much as I want to be able to label someone as “good” or “bad” or “nice” or “mean,” these labels are too objective to even hold value. It’s annoying, just like getting an ugly number like 0.54378π.

[kinetic-elaboration]

May 24: Sula

Finally finished reading Sula today. I stopped with one chapter to go over a week ago because I just didn’t feel like reading it--I didn’t feel like reading any fiction at all. I don’t know why. Maybe because I’ve been cataloging (aka proofreading ybp records but whatever) and seeing all of the cool nonfiction books we’ve been getting at the library, or maybe it’s all this news-reading I’ve been doing, or maybe it’s just a phase without explanation. I don’t know, whatever.

I wasn’t really in the mood to read fiction today either but I figured I should just finish the book since there was so little left. I really did like it. I feel like in some ways it’s so slim and so sparse, and then in other ways so complex and so multi-faceted. From a structural stand point, I’m really interested in why it’s built the way it is, why we see the events we do, and not others, not less and not more. (Especially from a writerly stand point, I’ve been thinking a little bit, in a cursory way, about this inclusion versus exclusion thing.) And then from a content standpoint, I’d like to read some criticism, if it exists and surely it has to exist right?, on the relationship between gender and race in the book. Because I’m not really knowledgeable enough to do more than grasp around the edges of it. (And I’m not awake enough now to do even that.)

Anyway it was definitely beautiful and finely wrought and I’m glad I read it. I don’t know when I’m going to start another novel... B lent me an Ursula K. LeGuin (aka real science fiction lol) and I want to read it so I can return it but I also just...I don’t know, I’m always telling myself I want to read more nonfiction but I never really do, except articles and such, so maybe being more in the mood for it for once is an opportunity I should take.

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Jenna started by saying, “The first thing that I thought of is sort of a principle.  If we are going to do a total refit for war, the needs of fighting have to come first. We can fit our people around what's needed for combat.”

Master Guliard interrupted, “That is very true.  I . . .” he paused and visibly struggled to be diplomatic.  “May I put that up in the boatshop for everyone to see?”

Mistress Culark amended that by saying, “We need it up in every shop, Ducky.  Not just yours.”

Sula pointed back to the drawing and asked, “What do you think that we will need, Jenna?”

Jenna bit her lip and fearfully said, “I thought of several things.  To be sure what I want to show you I need to know if we are going to use fire weapons, like the Borens are using?”

Mistress Culark confirmed, “We are, my little hawk.  We are making some that we can throw by catapult.”

Jenna nodded thoughtfully to herself and then surprised them all by saying, “I thought so.  Loading them will be dangerous, won't it?”

Mistress Culark looked at Jenna with a seriously dawning respect and said, “They will be safe enough to handle and fire from the catapults.  If you mean filling them, you are right.  That is the most dangerous part of using them.”

Now sure of herself, Jenna pointed at the drawing and suggested, “Make the Armory a lot bigger and put it right here in the middle of the section.  It should use all three decks.  Make the filling part on the bottom deck and make the floor easy to drop out if there is a loading accident.  That will put both the burning stuff and anyone in there down into the water.  That gives both the crew and the ship the best chance of living through the accident.

“Run fireproof corridors to magazines fore, aft, starboard and port.  While I watched the battle at the Gathering, I saw how we used our catapults and how the Haghunter used theirs.  We need our strongest ones up forward, and one or two strong ones astern, as well as the all of the regular catapults.”

Master Guliard thought for a moment and Sula was pleased to see him start to reject the idea and then get a grip on himself.  Thoughtfully he looked and finally said, “We could do that.  The amount of damage that we already have in the center platform means that we have to completely restructure it.  It will need a lot of calculation to do this but the basic notion is sound.  I especially like the idea for the weapon loading bay.”

Just as Jenna was relaxing some Sula said, “When I asked you to think of these things, Jenna, I didn't expect this.  What made you think so deeply?”

Jenna's young shoulders began to shake. Tears came to her eyes and she sniffled before she was able to get a grip on her emotions.  “Ma'am, I was out with you in your boat at the Starseeker wreck.  All of those people were murdered.  I knew and played with seven of their kids.  I identified them all when we brought their bodies aboard.  I knew children from the Morag, the Morgan and the Lucky Lady too.”  

Even red and rimmed with tears, Jenna's eyes hardened and her back stiffened.  “Ma'am, You gave me a chance to put a harpoon into those killers who have turned their backs on the Law and the Dragons.  I want our ship to send as many of of them to Dark Iren as we can before we get sent to him ourselves.”

Master Guliard regarded the child before him and asked, “Why are you so sure that we will be sunk? We will be better prepared for war than they are.”

Jenna nodded, “True, Master.  They not only outnumber us, we will be fighting in waters that they know. They may simply swarm us until we have nothing left to shoot at them or maybe they might trick us into shallows on a Dragon Tide.” Bleakly, she added, “Like the Strong Skin that killed my mother and father, they don't take prisoners or save survivors.  Mirenda and Master Rokor are good foster parents but I don't expect to live long enough to have a child of my own.  Perhaps I can keep the Borens from killing many other children.”

Sula nodded a sympathetic understanding, her own eyes tearing a little as she said, “I wish that I had your faith in Dragons to sustain me, Jenna.  I won't try to hide the truth from you.  I think that you are almost certainly right.  On all points.  We have to oppose the Boren fleet, even if we die in the attempt.”

After studying the rest of Master Guliard's damage reports and Mistress Culark's weapon designs Sula came to a decision.  “This is all better than I had hoped for. Still, we now need all of the rest of the Masters in on the rebuild. We will have the meeting in the starboard mess room.  Jenna, will you go to find them and let them know, please?”

With a brisk, “Aye, Ma'am!” Jenna left on her errand.

Master Guliard watched Jenna go and commented, “I think that child may be the most dangerous person on Sea.  While the Borens figured out weapons to fight with and we worked on better ones, she was thinking about War, not just fighting. When she is old enough, if we live so long, I want her in my shop. She will probably wind up as an officer instead.”

The End of the Sun's Daughter:

For the next two weeks, Sula nursed her damaged vessel north.  At last they reached 75 degrees North latitude and the legal safety of the Dragon Sea.  The frigid waters teemed with schools of the twenty to sixty centimeter, eel-like gluefish. Boats put out to net the bounty of precious fish necessary to make the many specialized glue formulations needed to repair and rebuild the ship.

As the fishing proceeded, Strong Skins began to attack both the fish and the fishermen.  The harpooners and catapult crews reaped fish after valuable and deadly fish.  Their hides were necessary to make or repair almost anything.

It was quickly apparent that, in these latitudes, waiting for nightfall was wasted time.  The sun never fully set, only barely kissing the southern horizon.  The sun at nadir lit everything with a pale and ghastly light.  Even at it's low laying high noon, it shed little to no warmth.  The cooks needed far longer to get food ready with the big solar ovens.

Seeing that problem, Sula sat down to her big abacus and began to calculate.  After a few hours, she took her results to the now very busy Master Guliard.  He called over Willim, one of his journeymen, to look at Sula's design.

Rubbing his chin, Willim remarked, “Not too difficult.  Tricky to get the first one to fit that curvature exactly, but then we can use it to make a mold and lay up the rest of them without any difficulty.  We will need more Sidejumper scales to line them with than we have in stock at present.”

Sula said thoughtfully, “We just took three of them.  Good sized ones, too.”

Surprised, Willim replied, “Three?  They're usually pretty solitary.”

Sula nodded agreement.  “I know, Willim.  The way that things are going right now, I would almost say that the Great Dragons are helping us.  Pity that I don't believe in them.  I think that we have simply found what a sea untouched by human fishing is like.”

Willim closed and opened his eyes slowly, a respect to Blind Mecat, the Dragon of Wisdom, and said, “Perhaps, Ma'am, it's both.”

Sula grinned and said, “I can accept that.  Now get on these new reflectors for the cooks.  We need lots of hot food and the old reflectors aren't doing the job.

“We also need to process all of these gluefish and our old equipment is falling far behind the catch.”

Willim agreed, “With all of the repairs and refitting, we do need better equipment for the glue processing.  I could take this plan of yours and make one two or three times the size.  Those gluepots are big.”

Sula just said, “That sounds good. Do it.  I will leave the work in your hands.”

On her way back to her cabin and some shred of warmth, Sula saw Nightwatch Allen hard at work.  He was keeping the ship's children enthralled by some tale or other. Instead of words, he seemed to be conveying the story by gesture alone.  The reason for that was obvious.

Neither he nor his charges were cold at all.  They were swaddled head to toe in thick black garments that only showed their eyes.  Even their hands were thickly gloved.  In spite of their faces being fully covered, they sometimes interrupted . . . with gestures of their own.  Nightwatch Allen always responded comically as if he were surprised or indignant.  That always brought a flutter of hands from the children.

One of the children started to say, “But what was the Dragon's na . . .” and was instantly pulled back by a hand over his or perhaps her mouth by a child behind. Embarrassed, the silenced child raised a hand and made a series of gestures.

Those, Nightwatch Allen responded to with gestures of his own.  As she watched, Sula began to realize that there was a genuine language being used.  She wondered how he managed to teach it to the children so easily.

Back at her cabin door, Sula saw a small change.  There was  a ribbed plate attached to the panel.  A small stick like a short chopstick hung from it by a string. Curious, Sula ran the stick across the ribs.  The noise that it made was louder than she expected.  Looking closely, she saw that there was a resonating chamber under the surface, making it a sort of small drum that used the door panel as one of its heads.

Sula went into her cabin.  Since it was not her watch, Jenna was not there.  Sula walked to the chart table and got some crumbs and spread from the dish that Jenna always left there for Little Peep.  She fed him but before he would take any for himself, he first stuffed the craws of his four nestlings.

Sula tried to sleep but, as so often these days, her dreams chased her back to wakefulness.  Apparently she got more sleep than she realized because Jenna was crouching beside her, tucking another blanket over her Captain.  Sula could see that Jenna was smiling at her by the set of her body and head.  Her cabin girl was fully covered by the same dark garments that Sula had seen on the other children at the storytelling session.  

Reflexively, Jenna started to gesture at Sula and then said, “Sorry, Ma'am.  Did you sleep well?  You didn't toss as much as usual.  I brought you a breakfast.  It's on the chart table.  I'm afraid that Little Peep raided your bread roll. I hope that you don't mind beak marks in it.”

Sula smiled and sat up, pulling her blankets close.  “I don't mind sharing with Little Peep at all Jenna.  May I have that breakfast now?”

Jenna managed to look guilty as she put a cover over the plate and set it on a small device.  Sula grinned, “You let the little guy swipe my bun!  What is that thing?”

As Jenna turned her head, her headcloth turned along with her gaze, the eye holes staying firmly in front of her eyes.  “Yes, Ma'am, I did.  He was hungry.  This is a heating device that Mikal made.  He is one of Master Guliard's apprentices. It has an oil reservoir and several wicks.  It lights with this little bulb.  See, I push the bulb and it lights the oil in the wicks with a tiny bit of anhydrous drier.”  Sula watched with interest as her plate heated and steam began to rise from the cover.

When Jenna brought her the hot plate of food, Sula fell to with a will.  Her flashing chopsticks made short work of the food while it was still warm.  Replete, Sula noticed that Jenna had blown out the heater's lamps and covered the device.

Sula asked, “Jenna?  What are those gestures that I saw you using?

Jenna paused and thought carefully about something before saying, “Ma'am, we children were sworn to secrecy by Mister Allen.  Captain, I can only tell you because you are the biggest child on the ship.  Mister Allen calls it Dayspeech because we can use it anytime that there's light enough to see.  We children use it among ourselves so that we won't interrupt or interfere with all of the important work that is going on.  Mister Allen uses it to tell us stories to keep us entertained and out from underfoot.”

Gently Sula pressed, “And how did you all learn a whole new language so easily?”

Jenna shrugged and fluttered a hand before replying, “We didn't.  It's just Drumtalk.”  She held her left hand palm up and placed the open fingers of her right hand into her left palm.  “See?  My palm is the drumhead.  The first two fingers are the signal sticks, the third is the word end stick, the little finger is the pause punctuation stick, thumb is the exclamation and question stick and a short finger clench is a paragraph.  A fist says that you are done.”

Jenna began to slowly and silently beat on her left palm, “It is Dayspeech when we take away the palm and hold the fingers up where we can see the beats.”  She finished with her hand up, fist quickly clenched and released.

Smiling, Sula laboriously signaled back, “That was clever of Nightwatch Allen.

“Where did you get those warm looking clothes?”

Jenna clearly, by her body set, grinning, signaled back, Mistress Malein, the tailor and Mikal working together made them for us.”

Thoughtfully, Sula asked out loud, “Jenna, will you please find Nightwatch Allen, Mistress Malein and Mikal and have them report to my cabin?”

Jenna pointedly looked at Sula's hand. Sula returned another big grin and carefully, but already more quickly, signaled the request in Dayspeech.  Jenna promptly signaled assent and scampered off on her errand.  

Sula laughed to herself at the way that Jenna was including her as one of the ship's children.  In an odd way, that inclusion helped her to deal with the emptiness that she felt where Davaros should be.  Having the ship to distract her mind from her loss helped too.  There was so much to be done.  Thank the Dragons for so many details to attend to.

Sula was at work, redoing the ship's entire mast, rigging and sail plan, her big abacus's beads clicking rhythmically.  There was a clear scratching rattle from the door. Sula clapped her hands in invitation and the door slid open.  It was Jenna accompanied by Mistress Malein, Mister Allen and Mikal.

Sula offered them cushions to sit on and said, “I called you here because the three of you are connected in something that we need for the ship.”

Mikal looked puzzled.  He asked, “What could that be?”

Sula pointed to Jenna and then gestured, “Come here, Jenna.  They need to understand the importance of your outfit.”

Nightwatch Allen's eyes widened as he saw Sula's use of Dayspeech.  He filled in, “The children's clothes are that important?”

Sula nodded seriously and replied, “They are.  We presently have five  of the crew, three women and two men, in sick bay being treated for frostbite or at least severe chill to the point of dangerously reduced body temperature.  Clothes like these could prevent or reduce the problem.”

Sula turned to Nightwatch Allen and said, “Jenna tells me that you came up with the basic idea.  Why black?”

Nightwatch Allen shrugged, “It catches heat easily.  Besides, Mistress Malein has practically a hold full of black canvas.”

Sula chuckled and pointed out, “These are far more than just canvas.  Whose idea was that?”

Mistress Malein said, “When Cole, um, Mister Allen, explained what he wanted I made up a layered cloth. There is the canvas shell, two layers of Master Stimm's thickest knit and a satin weave inner liner.  That is why the clothes are a bit bulky.  At least none of the children are getting very cold.”

Sula smiled her praise and said, “That is quite ingenious.  When Jenna turns her head, the eyeslits stay in front of her eyes.  How is that done?”

Nightwatch Allen pointed at Mikal and said, “His idea, Captain.  The first time that I turned my head and wound up looking at the inside of the hood, I knew that we needed something.  Mikal was off watch.  Since he and I get along, I asked him about it.  He made a small sort of mask out of black finished Strong Skin.  It fastens behind your head and is sewn into the hood. Each mask is specifically fitted to the wearer.

“Jenna, take off your hood so that the others here can see how it works.”

Jenna reached up behind her head and untied the securing string.  She then slid the whole hood loose. Blushing, she handed the hood to Sula.  Sula thoughtfully asked, “Why are you embarrassed, Jenna?”

Ducking her head, Jenna replied, “You get used to being covered up really easily.  It's cold without it.”

Sula replied, “I see.  Mistress Malein, Mikal, this is quite well done.  Can you do these quickly? We need to fit everybody aboard with these clothes.”

Mistress Malein said, “I have the other cloths in plenty for the task but we will need a lot more of the knit.  It wouldn't hurt if it was even thicker or fluffier, somehow.”

Jenna almost fearfully raised a hand. Sula nodded to her and Jenna pointed out, “The knit cloth is easy to make.  I made some for Master Stimms' demonstration.  We kids could make it, if somebody set up the loom for us.”

Nightwatch Allen gestured something at Jenna, who grinned and fluttered her right hand at him.  Sula gestured, “I caught that part about volunteering but what was the hand flutter, Jenna?”

Jenna gestured back, “That's how we laugh without sound.”

Sula promptly fluttered her right hand.

Mikal and Mistress Malein were looking on in bemusement.  Sula explained, “Mister Allen warned Jenna that if she keeps on volunteering, someday somebody will put her to work. I will too.  It appears that we have the answer to this whole problem.  I will leave you to it.  Mikal, if Master Guliard objects, tell him that I have assigned you to this task for now.  Dismissed.

“Mister Allen, please remain.  I have another task for you.”

After the others were gone, Sula said, “The Sun's Daughter sank three days after that squall.”

Nightwatch Allen looked about in mock surprise and commented, “How did I miss that?  I think that I would have noticed it.”

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Thaia’s eyes opened seconds before Zahra shuffled into the bedroom and flopped herself against the side of the bed. Through the covers, Thaia could feel the heat emanating from Zahra’s body.  

“Babe,” Thaia said, reaching over to wake Lexi. “No monsters in the closet, so this one’s yours.” Her hand encountered an empty pillow and the little form of a sleeping Aella. Right, Lexi was on the Tempest. “Hold on,” she said to Zahra. “I’ll just call your...”

Fuck. She couldn’t. Lexi was dead and had been for over a fucking year.

Grief wrestled with Thaia’s squeamishness and the rising panic that she might need to deal with the worst kind of sick on her own. She braced herself. “Are you going to throw up?”

“No.” Zahra’s answer was mumbled into the comforter, but clear enough.

A shred of mercy granted by the universe. Thaia relaxed exactly that much. “Do you want to stay in my bed or go back to your own?” 

“Mine.” Zahra lifted her head. Even in the dim light, it was easy to see her grey eyes bright with fever. “I don’t want Aella to get sick.” 

“Give me a second.” Thaia slipped out of bed and carefully scooted the still sleeping Aella to the middle. Then she picked up Zahra, who looped her arms around Thaia’s neck and laid her head on her shoulder. Through Zahra’s thin pajamas and Thaia’s t-shirt, Zahra’s fever threatened to make Thaia break into a sweat. Shit.

Zahra mumbled something about her head hurting and then: “Mum, slow down.”

Thaia did, but she’d already been going slow. Fuck. What was it that Lexi did first? Right, scanned them. Thaia could do that, except not in depth like Lexi could. 

Had.

She gritted her teeth and forced herself to relax because Zahra would notice if she wasn’t and start worrying and Zahra was already dealing with being sick. Thaia only had a thermometer available in her omni, not a fancy medical suite because Thaia wasn’t the doctor. Lexi was. Thaia’s job had been hunting down creepy noises in the night. Now, despite lacking proper training for one, they were both her jobs.

In the kids’ room, Carian was still passed out in her bed, a blanketed lump tucked against the wall and Bubbles, her stuffed hanar, over her face. Switching Zahra to one arm, Thaia gently moved the toy down. Then she checked on Anahera, in Zahra’s bed and not her own. Lexi had encouraged them to sleep in separate beds since they were old enough not to freak out about it. It’d helped them with forming their own identities, a necessary early childhood intervention for asari twins. Otherwise, they tended to have trouble distinguishing between themselves, which could’ve led to lifelong problems. But Lexi’s interventions, along with those done by specialists, had worked. Zahra and Anahera had strong, distinct personalities along with individual wants and needs. However, whenever one of them was sick, one would crawl into the other’s bed to help her feel better. And no one had or would ever deny them that. 

That said, after Thaia put Zahra back in bed, Anahera threw off her covers only seconds later.

“What?” Zahra more croaked than asked.

“Sorry, you’re too hot,” said Anahera. “I’ll come back when you aren’t an oven anymore. Goddess.” Then she scampered back to her own bed.

“I’m cold,” said Zahra, wrapping every centimeter of available covers around herself.

Chills. Chills were bad. Those meant... Thaia struggled to remember what Lexi had told her. It’d been over comms, when Zahra and Anahera were still toddlers and Thaia had been worried as fuck because the doctor was gone and her own doctorates weren’t the helpful kind unless her kids turned into ships or stars.

“If they’re experiencing chills, it means their bodies think they’re too cold and their temperatures are going up.”

“That’s bad.”

“Only if it gets too high.”

Too high. It could get too high and Thaia couldn’t remember much except it could cause brain damage or something. Wait, Lexi had always left some medicine in a locked cabinet, labeled with correct dosages, instructions, and expiration dates so she knew when to replace them.

Thaia ran a hand lightly over Zahra’s crest. Fuck, she was hot. “Be right back.”

Then she silently sprinted to the kitchen. Good, the meds were in the cabinet like she thought, and neatly organized. Lexi’s organization skills when it came to medical supplies have rivaled Thaia’s own when it came to tools.

Thaia began checking the labels for the right one and then came to a dead stop. 

They were all expired. This was all she had and they were all expired.

Would they be safe to give, anyway? She didn’t know.

Lexi never would’ve let any expire in the first place and needing to hadn’t even crossed Thaia’s mind until it was too late and how fucking bad of a parent was she to forget?

She scrubbed at her face. Great, she’d given herself a headache with her fuckup.

But that didn’t matter because Zahra’s fever could spike dangerously high and now Thaia recalled something about seizures and—

Thaia sprinted back to the bedroom.

Zahra was still, but not the worrisome type of still, just a kid in her bed too miserable to do anything except sleep, but her symptoms weren’t letting her. Fuck. Her kid was miserable and she couldn’t do shit about it.

They shouldn’t have gone to Elaaden. That’s where Zahra must’ve picked up the virus that could maybe kill her if Thaia didn’t get her shit together and do something.

She hadn’t even taken her fucking temperature yet. There, something to do even though she should’ve done it already.

Fuck, it was high. Zahra moaned a little about her bodying aching all over. She was more miserable and Thaia didn’t know how to fix it and the person who did know—had known—was gone and never coming back. Eyes stinging, Thaia stood up. Crouching had reminded her that she’d pushed really hard today at the gym. Too hard, judging by how much complaining her body was doing. But she’d be fine, only had to take a rest day or two and it was Zahra she didn’t know how to help.

Wait, her dad was home. So was Aridana. They’d know what to do.  

Thaia sprinted to their room. Luckily, the door was open and she didn’t risk seeing anything she’d regret when she ran inside.

Her dad was already sitting up. “You’re not gonna throw up, are you?”

Thaia frowned slightly because she wasn’t six. Then her worry overtook everything. “Zahra’s sick and has a fever and all the medicine’s expired and I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s all expired? Shit, I knew I should’ve checked it earlier.”

“Medkits,” Aridana said from under the comforter.

“What?” both Thaia and Sula asked.

“Check the medkits. Lexi had replaced the medicine in them the day before the attack. She had planned on checking the rest of the medicine the next day.”

She’d never gotten the chance to. Thaia’s eyes stung even more. How could she have forgotten about the fucking medkits? And since when had Sula and Aridana’s bedroom been cold enough to compete with a polar ice cap? Whatever, she’d grab a sweatshirt on her way back to the kids’ room.

Aridana already getting out of bed and offering help. “I’ll fetch one of the medkits.” She gave Thaia’s arm a reassuring squeeze when she went to step past, but then she halted. “Sula,” she said, kind of urgently in Thaia’s opinion, and then she gestured to Thaia.

Sula rolled out of bed and grabbed a robe. “Get the kit, I’ve got this one.”

Aridana left and Thaia went to follow, but Sula stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. 

Then she removed her hand just as quickly and shook it out. “Shit, your fucking skin is on fire. Nomi called that one. There’s no way you don’t have a fever, too.”

No, no, she couldn’t be sick, she couldn’t. Her immune system still wasn’t working right and what if it killed her? Then her kids wouldn’t have either parent and that was—that would be even worse than the shitty job Thaia knew she was doing by herself. Her kid was sick and she was so useless that she had gotten sick. Thaia needed Lexi and so did their daughters and the kett had ripped her away from them forever and what if she couldn’t do this alone? She shivered. She was fucking sick and how could she help her kids if she was sick? Just a year and a half in and she’d failed them and Lexi. It was like an ocean dive too deep and not realizing it until the pressure crushed you and it was too late.

Her head swam.

Too late.

[norxhwrites]

Below the cut you will find my roleplay masterlist. It contains three lists of: Wanted Opposites, Wanted Fcs, and Wanted Plots. If any of these fcs or plots interest you either: Message me, heart this, or write a starter and I’ll reply to it!

Below the cut you will find my roleplay masterlist. It contains three lists of: Wanted Opposites, Wanted Fcs, and Wanted Plots. If any of these fcs or plots interest you either: Message me, heart this, or write a starter and I’ll reply to it!

So, I know that face claims aren’t everything, and that looks don’t make a character, but these are some faces I’d like to play opposite of.

Jon Bernthal

Jason Momoa

Charlie Weber

Ben Barnes

DJ Cotrona

Charlie Hunnam

Jessica Sula

Skeet Ulrich

Troian Bellisario

Shay Mitchell

Monica Raymund

Jon Seda

Chloe Bennet

Michael Ealy

Jesse Williams

Shemar Moore

Jesse Lee Soffer

Alicia Vikander

Priyanka Chopra

Crystal Reed

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Willa Holland

Arden Cho

Ricky Whittle

Dacre Montgomery

Margot Robbie

Theo James

Katheryn Winnick

Faces I’d like to play/test out! (They will become test characters, and if I like them, I’ll add them to my muse page!)

Female

Ana De Armas

Shelley Hennig

Caity Lotz

Monica Raymund

Charlotte Spencer

Alexandra Park

Gabriella Wilde

Shailene Woodley

Naomi Scott

Lindsey Morgan

Leah Pipes

Chyler Leigh

Leighton Meester

Rachelle Lefevre

Torrey Devitto

Tina Desai

Emily Browning

Jamie Clayton

Alicia Vikander

Adria Arjona

Emily Kinney

Diane Guerrero

Hayley Kiyoko

Maisie Richardson Sellers

Sophia Bush

Meaghan Rath

Gina Rodriguez

Vanessa Morgan

Ginny Gardner

Emilia Clarke

Jessica Chastain

Brianna Hildebrand

Danielle Campbell

Male;

Taylor Kinney

Jai Courtney

Hayden Christensen

Jack Falahee

Henry Cavill

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Tom Hiddleston

amadeus serafini

Mike Vogel

Taron Egerton

Shiloh Fernandez

Charles Melton

Ewan Mcgregor

Ben Barnes

Richard Madden

Tom Maden

Max Riemelt

Jesse Williams

Charlie Weber

Boyd Holbrook

Nick Gehlfuss

William Moseley

Aaron Tveit

Manish Dayal

Now, these are some storylines I’ve written and would love to try out! (though some of them I’ve lost muse for!) Some of these are based off of tv shows, movies, books, etc.

Behaving Badly -

[ Muse A ] never stood a chance. Even though they grew up in a decent household, they were always drawn to things they shouldn’t have been, and people who they should have stayed away from. Bad choice after bad choice led [ Muse A ] into a spiral of uncontrollable destruction. They seemed to destroy everything they touched, including their relationship with their family, their ability to have a career, or find love. Until [ Muse B ] came into the picture. Attracted to danger as much as [ Muse A ], [ Muse B ] was equally as screwed up, and just as good at being bad. After months, or even years on the road, stealing and cheating their way through the country, [ Muse A ] realizes that perhaps [ Muse B ] was better at being bad then they were, so much in that they they’ve begin to wonder exactly what they’ve gotten themselves into. [ Muse A ] misses their family, and wonders if they’re able to go back and start over. [ Muse B ]’s only family is their partner in crime, and they’ll do anything to make sure they stay together. Can this modern day Bonnie and Clyde (Clyde and Clyde/Bonnie and Bonnie) give up their wicked ways? or will they continue their bad behavior?

 Come Back Home -

[ Muse A ] is married to a member of the Military. They’re a loyal spouse who’s done everything they can to support [ Muse B ], though things have changed. They aren’t the love struck teenagers they were when they got married right out of high school. They’re different, [ Muse A ] is lonely, and [ Muse B ] finds it difficult to talk about the things they’ve seen and done. They’ve done everything they can to make things work and things don’t look like they’re every going to change. But when [ Muse B ] is medically discharged from the their Unit, [ Muse A ] looks at it like a second chance for them to get things right. [ Muse B ] is still haunted by their past, and [ Muse A ] is still unsure of how to help, but maybe their lives can get better?

 Wrong Side of the Tracks -

In a town were deep prejudice divides their residents, [ Muse A ] is the perfect child of the towns Sheriff/Mayor etc. They’ve always been the type to make their parents proud and do exactly what they’re told. [ Muse B ] is bad news, or at least everyone says so. Accused of a horrific crimes and basically driven out of town, [ Muse B ] has returned after a few years, and the rumor mill begins again. When [ Muse B ] meets [ Muse A ], they click instantly. [ Muse A ] is curious, and wants to know if the rumors are true, and [ Muse B ] sees [ Muse A ] as a pure light among all of the terrible people that live in their town. But when a student from the nearby college goes missing, all fingers point to [ Muse B ]. [ Muse A ] knows that [ Muse B ] couldn’t have done anything wrong, and wants to prove their innocence. [ Muse B ] refuses to allow [ Muse A ] to get involved, and begins to push them away. [ Muse A ] begins to do their best to find out what really happened, but instead finds a web of lies that tie into the towns Authorities, and a cover up of the crime [ Muse B ] was accused of years ago.

 The End -

[ Muse A ] has given them a chance. Over and over again they’ve tried to see past all of the lying and cheating, but [ Muse B ] just doesn’t seem to want to change. They don’t seem to see the wrong in their actions, and no matter how hard [ Muse A ] tries to work things out, there’s only so much a single person can do. So this is it, the end. [ Muse A ] is ready to walk out the door and never look back. Unfortunately, [ Muse B ] finally believes it, and can’t bare the thought. So, [ Muse A ] has given one more chance. One. [ Muse B ] must prove to them that they’ve changed and that everything is going to be better, or [ Muse A ] is gone.

 California Dreaming -

[ Muse A ] is living the California Dream. Surfing all afternoon, partying all night, sleeping all morning and repeat, nothing can make this dream any better. Until they meet [ Muse B ]. [ Muse B ] fits perfectly into [ Muse A ]’s laid back, carefree lifestyle and the two fall for each other very quickly. As the two get to know each other, [ Muse A ] realizes they don’t know  [ Muse B ] as much as they thought. [ Muse B ] is involved in some very shady, very illegal things, that don’t exactly fit into [ Muse A ]’s lifestyle. Dragged into a world of drugs, violence, and sex, [ Muse A ]’s life is turned upside down when they get caught up in an investigation into [ Muse B ] and the people they work with. They California Dream turns into a nightmare, and the only way out is to leave that world behind, but can they without getting dragged back in by their feelings for [ Muse B ]?

 Defiance | 1940s Setting |-

[Muse A] is a Jewish person living in early 1940s Belarus. German Nazis have ordered the execution of all Jewish people living in the ghettos. [Muse A] witnesses the murder of their family before they flee to the Naliboki Forest, a large rural landscape covering a large portion of Belarus. That is where [Muse A] meets [Muse B], another Jewish escapee fleeing from the Nazi soldiers. The two set up camp along with multiple other Jewish men, women and children fleeing Nazi controlled areas. They begin stealing from local farms, hunting, and moving their camp in order to stay alive. As winter approaches, the group must learn to survive sickness, starvation, and perhaps even betrayal as the Nazi soldiers begin to close in on the camp’s location. Getting caught is not an option, it means death for the entire group.

 A Summer Affair  -

[ Muse A ] and [ Muse B ] are from two different worlds, yet they found themselves vacationing at the same place for a couple of weeks during the summer. After weeks of hot, passionate romance the two say goodbye in order to get back to their normal, boring lives and normal, boring jobs. [ Muse A ] is a recent college graduate who’s in need of a job. [ Muse B ] is the CEO of a huge company and is in need of an assistant. Not knowing [ Muse B ] runs the company, [ Muse A ] applies for the job. [ Muse B ] is now [ Muse A ]’s boss, not to mention they have a life that [ Muse A ] wasn’t told about during their summer fling. Now, [ Muse A ] must do all they can to keep the job they desperately need, while juggling feelings for their boss, keeping the secret of their summer affair from their coworkers, and deciding if they want to rekindle the spark between them and [Muse B].

You Mind as Well Go to Hell -

If you don’t go to church, then you mind as well go to hell. That is the policy in the [ Muse A’s ] House. Of course, you tell a teenager one thing and they do the opposite. [ Muse A ] is the Pastor’s pride and joy, of course they wouldn’t be if they knew the kind of stuff their child did in their free time. Finally [ Muse A ] decide to get out. They climb into a van and head west to California. Except it isn’t at all what they expected. Getting to Cali was hard enough, but making it in Cali could break this sweet kid from the south. Did they just enter the world of their dreams, or did they go from singing in the church choir, to the Hell they were taught to be terrified of? Then comes [ Muse B ]. Street smart, headstrong, wise beyond their years, [ Muse B ] knows their way around California’s underground. With [ Muse B ] as their guide, [ Muse A ] begins to navigate through the streets of California, hoping to find the life they dreamed of back home in Alabama.

Something’s gotta Give -

Growing up, they only had themselves. Living in a world fueled by violence, family doesn’t always mean safety. For the [ Muse A ], family wasn’t something they believed in, being foster children half their lives, and the child of terrible parents the other half. They believed in evil people, hard times, and the fact that someone’s always got an angle when it comes to lending a helping hand. No one is inherently good. Finally, [ Muse A] has turned 18, making them free from the foster care system. Criminal record half a mile long, [ Muse A ] must find a way to make it in the big world. Enters [ Muse B ]. Successful, hardworking, seemingly perfect. [ Muse A ] and [ Muse B ] meet by chance, this chance encounter turns into more as the two begin to see each other. What happens when [ muse B ] finds out about [ Muse A’s ] past? Will it ruin the best thing that has happened to [ Muse A ] in a long time? Or will they finally be able to move past the dark things that have followed them their entire life?

Wicked Attraction | 1920-1940s Setting | -

[Muse A] was always considered to be perfect. They graduated at the top of their class, have a great job, but they’ve always felt like something was missing. [Muse B] was always the same way, though beneath the prefect was a secret. A wicked secret. [Muse B] is part of an underground world of drugs and violence. What happens when [Muse A] and [Muse B] meet and [Muse B]introduces [Muse A] to an underground world of sex, drugs, and violence? Is this what [Muse A]’s always been missing? Can they escape this Wicked Attraction?

Welcome Home -

[Muse A] seemed like the perfect child, good grades, good family, good friends. Everything about except when it came to their feelings for [Muse B]. [Muse B] was too old and too damaged to be involved with someone like [Muse A], but it didn’t stop them from falling for each other. [Muse A] left their infectious little town, leaving all of the bad (including Muse B), behind them. Years later, they return, only to find that [Muse B] never got out. Will their old flame rekindle? Or will [Muse A] realize that[Muse B] is all wrong for them?

On The Road Again -

[ Muse A ] has always been a drifter, never staying in one place, feeling as though the only place they belonged was on the road. [ Muse B ] has always been the conservative type, the type to go to school, get a boring job. One day, [ Muse A ] was passing through the town that [ Muse B ] lived in. They meet, and [ Muse A ] begins to think they may have found a place where they might actually be able to call home. The two begin a relationship based on all the lies [ Muse A ] had to tell in order to keep their past a secret. But [ Muse A ]’s past begins to catch up with them, will they be able to face it, or will they have to run away again?

How You Remind Me -

[ Muse A ] and [ Muse B ] had been dating off and on for years. Breakups, make ups, harsh words, drug/alcohol fueled nights, and flying fists. Unhealthy is the only way to describe their relationship. Loving each other was the easiest and hardest thing they had ever done. Finally unable to take it anymore, [ Muse A ] left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye. With their lover gone, [ Muse B ] fell into an even deeper hole of drugs and violence. Years later, [ Muse A ] has cleaned up their life, gotten a good job, and made a difference in the lives of others. [ Muse B ] is still stuck in a life of one night stands, but they’ve gotten themselves clean from drugs and alcohol. The two meet unexpectedly, and see how different each other have become. This chance encounter turns into another, than another, but [ Muse A ] is unsure of whether or not they want to get themselves caught back up in that world. For [ Muse B ], seeing [ Muse A ] reminds them of all the terrible things they had done in their past. Being reminded of all they had done, [ Muse B ] decides to they need to show [ Muse A ] they’ve changed for good.  

Teacher, Teacher. -

[Muse A] is a college Professor. All of their students love them, both because they’re physically attractive and a very good professor , who has little trouble with connecting with students. [Muse B] is a student college that [Muse A] a teaches at. They’ve always been an average/above average student, but for some personal reason, they’ve been having a lot of trouble in the class that [Muse A] teaches. So, in a last effort to get their grade up before the end of the term, [Muse B] has been staying after class to get extra help. The only problem is, they’ve slowly found themselves having feelings for each other beyond the normal professor/student relationship.

Almost Stepparent -

For as long as [Muse A] could remember, it had been only them and their single parent. Their parent had dated and brought home every type of person imaginable, but this one was different. This one was [Muse B]. [Muse B] is everything [Muse A] is looking for in a partner, not to mention at least a decade younger than their parent. What happens when [Muse A] finally realizes they have feelings for [Muse B], their parent’s partner. [Muse B] has feelings for [Muse A], feelings well beyond what is appropriate to feel towards the child of your partner. What happens when the two are left alone for a week while [Muse A’s] parent is out taking care of a sick family member?

Now these are plots that I DIDN’T write but would still like to try! (All gender roles are changeable!)

i want a plot where a guy goes on a roadtrip just wandering around the state trying to find meaning of life with his big ass doggo and one day he comes to diner where this shy young woman works and like her boss is always yelling at her and she has abusive boyfriend and her father used to be abusive as well and this guy he is the first man who ever treated her nicely and he just asks her completely out of the blue if she doesn’t want to leave with him and she’s like “why not?” so she takes all of her things and leaves with him. Pleaseee!

i really, really want a plot where muse a is a naive, sweet, romantic, whimsical little thing with a whole lot of optimism and sunshine in their veins and muse b is the complete opposite; a total player who has someone new in their bed every weekend and hates responsibilities and just spends a lot of their time fucking around. somehow these two have been friends for a while, despite their differing personalities, and one day muse a ends up having to move out of their apartment due to a fire or an infestation or something and muse b is the one who offers to put them up for the time being. it’s all well and good except muse a has terrible nightmares constantly and one night muse b is sick and tired of it (and deep down a little concerned) so gets into bed with muse a until they stop crying and shaking and fall asleep in muse b’s arms instead. cue awkward muses sleeping in the same bed every night and it actually helping muse a a lot with the nightmares, and lots of cuddling and feelings ensue. muse b, being the player they are, are terrified of the idea of liking someone but muse a is pretty much already head over heels and ANGST !!

ok but someone give me that cute bartender storyline though? like this guy tends bar at a restaurant or a pub or something and always sees this cute girl hanging out there, but she’s always either with friends or with some guy so he never really gets the time to talk to her BUT ONE DAY she walks into the place alone and orders so many drinks until she’s so bloody drunk, screaming about how her boyfriend cheated on her, that the bartender had to bring her home himself. she wakes up with a horrible hangover, stumbles out the room to find the bartender cooking breakfast and rolling his eyes, laughing. “first of all, you’re an idiot. second, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering. third, breakfast will be ready soon. sit.” and fluff commences HELP PLZ

muse a is a new single father, a teenager at that living in an apartment complex with his newborn. it’s one of those apartment complexes in new york city, where everyone kind of keeps to themselves. muse b lives on his floor and has heard this newborn baby crying at ungodly hours, distracting her from her cramming for midterms. she had complained to the landlord about it and one night, she hears the baby crying again. stepping outside in a fit of rage, muse b is about to yell at whoever is the parent to this bastard child until she spots muse a, pacing the hallway with the child in his arms, his hair disheveled and his eyes giving away the sleep he’s been lacking. she feels sympathy instantly; she had no idea muse a lived on her floor, much less was he the father of this child. so, at 3 in the morning, muse b offers to help muse a get the baby back to sleep. and muse b becomes some sort of baby whisperer to muse a, and he continues to go to her for help and they start to dig each other and this is just so cute please

someone give me a plot where muse a was arrested in high school due to drug dealing and was sentenced to ten years — except he’s let out a couple of years early due to good behavior. with no car, his feet take him to the one place he never thought he’d set foot again in a lifetime. his ex-high school sweetheart, muse b. except, when the door opens, it’s not her. it’s a seven year old little girl with her mom’s hair and her dad’s eyes.

a plot where muse a just needs to get away from everything so she packs up everything into her small shitty car that barley runs and just drives. she loses count of the boarders she crossed until she lands right into the middle of a small town where the population is like 2 thousand and her car breaks down. so she goes into a diner that she sees is open and she asks about a mechanic so the lady in the diner calls up her friend who happens to be muse b, the local mechanic. so muse bcomes over and tells her that he wont be able to check her car out until morning bc its like 10 pm now so muse a is going to check into a motel or smth but muse b offers to put her up for the night and bc shes broke she says yeah and basically they end up banging with the intention that after tomorrow they are never gonna see each other again - wrong. muse b goes down to his shop and looks at the engine and a really important parts gone in it and its going to take a couple weeks for it to come in and basically muse a has to stay in this shitty small town for the next couple of weeks AND THEY FALL FOR EACH OTHER AND WE CAN FIGURE THE REST OUT!

ok but a plot based on (not) the one by bebe rexha though. like muse a is a serial lover and has a different lover each week but then muse b happens. andthey end up in the same bed more often than usual. but muse a knows it’s not a good idea because they fear they’ll end up moving on and breaking muse b’s heart, which is when they realize they care for them. so even if they want to stop it there, they can’t because they are themself, unconsciously, falling for muse b.