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[afyerarchive]

Euthanasia of Our OCs

2024 WRITEMAS 07 - “Can we fix this?”

"Can we fix this?" you ask, watching drearily at the acres crashing inward as another bridge in this thicken collapses.

I ponder my senses, and shake my head. The weight of the world is in our hands, and we went and watched it combust into something unlike we used to know. Built on the very reason that they would live with us, our stories of childhood, our masks of who we are within, they pass their due dates.

The difference between the cracks of nothingness and the star-stricken sky is the encompassing grin the world befalls on you. In the lack of it, the world becomes a sorry eulogy of invention as the colonizers of fiction itself draw their last breaths in the quaking of the multiverse.

"So be it," I concede, turning my back and glancing your way. "We have to go now. There's bigger tasks at hand."

"Right," you say, staring into imperfection itself.

The founders of this colony are not dead, nor will they be in the long, long future. As if they could teleport, the willpower of the administrators of imagination is a strength no conditioning could come to break. Yet, we willingly cast aside the scripts.

Though it's the death of their day, the dialect they converse and dioramas they traverse, these youthful dreamscapes have an appeal unbeknownst to the status quo.

Oh, if only age itself weren't a world-ending weight.

(written for @agirlandherquill’s “writemas”)

[yingleis]

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[ninadove]

You're so right for that fic title... She Used To Be Mine is without a doubt an Amelie Song

It’s just so her!!! I think I’ll make this series a playlist actually, our queen of England deserves it. 🖤

[faeryton]

[ID: Illustrated moments from A Court of Fey and Flowers. The first show Captain Hob and Andhera walking into a tailor shop, as the camera pans to Gwyndolin and Rue in their owlbear form looking back at the two arrivals. The second is the backstage of a theater, Binx looking at Andhera intently, his back to the camera. Andhera rubs at the spike in their neck, and Binx says, "If you ever feel you want this removed, please know that I can do it". Andhera looks back at them, considering her offer. The third shows Chirp and Squack raising their weapons to Andhera in a field, both looking incredibly panicked as Andhera seems slightly taken aback, no weapon drawn.The subttitles read: "You die with this secret! You die with this secret!". The fourth and final redraw shows Squack and Chirp bursting into the gala, drinks in hand as they say "we're back babey!" End ID]

A Court of Fey and Flowers

[fatedstarfall]

@isaacbrooks location: Amphitheater

Leonardo laid on the stage floor of the amphitheater, listening to a song from a boy group that never existed in his original timeline. And right as the song was just about to end, he played it back once again, this time listening to another voice in this collection. He didn’t even have to look down as he tapped his finger on the phone with how much of a routine this quickly became. 

The night was supposed to be perfect. With a majority of the demigods being sent on quests, being left behind gave Leonardo the peace and quiet that he wanted. And with it, he decided to go back down to memory lane and practice some old choreography at the amphitheater. It was unlike him as he’s sworn to leave it where it was when certain goals didn’t work out during that chapter of his life. However, after his performance at the ball, the starry son was riding a high that he hasn’t experienced in a very long time. 

He knew he should have left those things from the past behind him, especially now that they were in a new timeline. Because now, more things were beginning to break out of their confinements. And he was the one who had to deal with the demons of this timeline’s Leo. 

This whole time, it was like Leonardo was in a trance. He didn’t know how long he had been listening to this song and he only snapped out of it until someone was brave enough to make their way towards Leon's general direction. Like a possessed body, his head snapped to face the intruder before barking, “What d’ya want?” Leo’s words were brutal and to the point. Something that is very unlike him. But no one had to tell the man, because he immediately winced as if the words hurt him just by saying them. “Sorry,” he said simply before he covered his embarrassment with both hands. For a brief moment, he kept them there before he finally rubbed his face and brushed his hair away from it. Leo’s expression was warmer this time but still, it was masking something. “Wassup?” He asked, now curious as to why he was roaming close to the theater anyways. 

[nateezfics]

Can you writea soft, fluffy smut with softdom! San? Like he's being very slow and careful and loving with a lot of praise???

❝ softly and sweetly ❞

: ̗̀➛ intimacy is still new between you and san, and he’s more than willing to be as sweet and patient as you need him to be. 2.9k words.

: ̗̀➛ choi san; boyfriend!san. softy!san. afab!reader. established relationship. fluff. smut.

: ̗̀➛ warnings: minors do not interact! explicit sexual content. unprotected sex. soft sex. not first time sex but still one of the first few times if that makes sense. groping//drying humpimg. oral (f receiving). body worship. breast play. lots of ooey gooey praise that might make your teeth rot. pet names (baby). dirty//sexual language. soft dom!san. sub!reader. intentional lower case and small font.

“this…this is okay, yeah?”

the words were spoken into your skin as san nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. he hovered over you, broad shoulders covering your frame completely, and his body heat permeating into you. his strong hands were lodged on your hips, kneading at the suppleness of your curves there and he desperately wanted to let them continue their pursuit of you, but he needed to make sure you were alright.

your mind was already growing foggy under his touch. your palms were flat against his biceps, and you felt the muscles underneath flex as he busied his hands at your hips. he touched you not with uncertainty, but a carefulness like you were a porcelain doll that might crack if not handled just right. these intimate moments were still new, unfamiliar for the two of you. you’d only just progressed your relationship to a physical one, and san was more than adamant to keep your comfort top priority. you kissed the shell of his ear. “yes, san. it’s okay. more than okay. you can…you can keep going.”

san sighed. out of relief? desire? maybe both, you weren’t sure, but his hands then dipped under the hem of your t-shirt and a million little goosebumps erupted across your skin. his lips pressed into your nape to place a sweet kiss, and then again, and then one more until he was littering your neck with kisses while his hands rose upward. “you feel so good under my touch, baby. so soft.” you were so pliable for him, so reactive, back bowing off the sheets when his finger tips grazed your pebbled nipples.

“touch me more,” you whined, breathless even just from his featherlight caresses. your face turned into him and allowed your whimpers to flood right into his ear. “please.”

“of course,” san cooed. another kiss to your neck. “whatever my baby wants.” he got a good grip on your tits, fondling the soft flesh and eliciting the sweetest of moans from your pretty lips. encouraged by your response, san kept pushing and tugging at them, thumb and pointer fingers pinching your nipples every so often. you were a symphony of sighs and whines, absolute music to his ears. he lifted his head from the warmth of your neck to watch you, smiling when you looked up at him with those darling eyes of yours, already glazed over with desire. “hmm, maybe we should take this,” he pushes at your shirt, “off of you, yeah?”

you nodded much too quickly, so eagerly it made the man above you let out a chuckle. you let him remove the t-shirt from you and he threw it somewhere over the bed. you didn’t care where it landed. exposed to his awaiting gaze, your cheeks grew warm. he grinned and leaned down to kiss the apple of your cheek.

“so beautiful.” san kissed your other cheek before busying his hands with your chest again. there was adoration in his eyes, in his voice. you didn’t even have a moment to feel insecure, not when he looked at you like this. like you were the prettiest thing alive. “how do you feel, baby? okay?”

“yes,” you answered, hands squeezing his arms in assurance. affection swelled in your chest. san was so careful, seeking your approval after everything he did; you felt loved, cherished.

san sat up enough to watch his larger hands engulf your breasts. “such pretty tits. so perfect.” desire was pooling in the pit of your stomach, and that familiar heat ignited between your thighs. you were already wound up to such an extent and he hadn’t even moved on from your chest yet. you needed him desperately. as if he heard you, san swooped down to trap a nipple between his lips, suckling and kissing the bud. his other hand showed affection to the other one, pinching and pulling.

you cried out, arching into his face and pressing you further against him. he showered your breasts with attention until the desire you felt in the pit of your tummy ignited and spread to the rest of your body. like it had a mind of its own your body moved, your hips rutting upward to relieve some of the tension you now felt throbbing between your thighs. the press of his clothed erection awaited you, and at the grind of you against him, san groaned against your skin.

“fuck, baby.” san groaned again, releasing your nipple with a pop! he cast his eyes upwards to you to witness the pure look of desire on your face. and then you rolled your hips again, and the prettiest little pout formed on your lips when the friction wasn’t giving you what you needed. san smiled. “here, let me help you.” he left your chest to sit up tall, hands sliding down your waist to your hips. he pulled you against him just as he rutted into you, digging his erection so perfectly into your pussy it had you sighing wantonly. he did it again, and then again, helping you grind yourself on his erection, alleviating a modicum of the pent up pressure.

“san, need you. need you in me.” you were desperate. your core clenched around nothing, a stark reminder of how absolutely empty you were.

san laughed softly, breathlessly, worked up just from the sight of you so needy. “i know, baby. i know. but patience, okay? i will take care of you. promise.” he dipped down and placed a constellation of kisses between the valley of your breasts and continued lower and lower still until he reached the hem line of your sweats. he shimmied his body down the bed to comfortably lay on his front between your legs. he tugged at your pants, but paused to cast you a look. “can i take these off?

you nodded and whined, but gasped a moment later when the cool air met your skin as your pants were pulled down your legs. now left only in your panties, practically bare before him. the fabric of your panties were now sheer from the way it stuck to your wet sex, and san was quick to voice his fondness of the sight.

“look at you. so pretty and wet for me already.” a single thumb pressed into the wet spot and you mewled at the small contact. he rubbed your clit delicately over the drenched fabric of your panties until you were squirming, body wordlessly begging him for more, more, more! he settled himself between your thighs, resting them over his shoulders before diving his face into your pussy. he placed open mouthed kisses to your clit over your underwear and oh, the sounds you made. the prettiest, sweetest, most darling moans poured from your lips as he kissed your needy sex. your voice, so lascivious yet delicate, resounded in the air and entered his ears before shooting into his bloodstream and rushing right to his cock.

“san…” you were so precious calling out to him.

“yes, baby? what do you need?” he already knew. another kiss to your covered clit. your panties were soaked completely through.

“take my panties off,” you pleaded. “wanna feel your mouth on me without anything in the way.”

san loved how you expressed what you wanted, what you needed. you were so perfect to him. you could’ve done anything and he would’ve thought it the most astounding thing. he tugged at your, now completely soiled, panties until they were off your body, your glistening and delectable pussy now on full display for his viewing — and tasting — pleasure. he groaned as he brought his face closer, inhaling the scent of your arousal and feeling the way his cock strained between his body and the mattress. “such a pretty pussy. you are the most beautiful little thing i’ve ever seen. you know that?”

it was a rhetorical question. not that you could’ve answered anyway when his lips wrapped around your erected clit and sucked, rendering you absolutely speechless above him. your thighs jolted but he was quick to keep them steady on his shoulders. he made out with your pussy slowly, reverently, lovingly. like he was going to take all the time in the world savoring the sweetness of your arousal. and he could have, would’ve been perfectly find to bide his time between your legs until he reached his final moments.

“so sweet,” san sucked your clit. “so perfect.” he sucked and kissed and licked your pearl until you were dissolving into a mess above him. only then did he make his descent to your hole, still clenching and fluttering with a need for attention. he pushed the wet muscle through your folds to lap at your inner walls. he had to keep you in place, your body reacting in earnest to his actions. he tongue fucked you so tentatively until he worked up a steady rhythm, mindful of his nose and how it was perfectly placed to bump your clit so perfectly you saw stars swirling in your vision.

it was so much, yet just enough. overwhelming but you did not want him to stop. you were dangerously close to your peak, san’s mouth working diligently to push you over the edge. “hah! s’close, san! gonna cum!” you were pulling at his hair now as the coil in your belly became almost unbearably tight.

“oh, you’re so perfect,” san drawled. “let go for me, baby. cum on my face. wanna taste every last drop of you.” with his encouraging words and continuous pursuit against your pussy, the coil snapped and you fell into euphoria. your orgasm swept over you, all consuming and powerful. every last nerve was alive, your blood feeling like it had been replaced with fire. san let you ride out every last second of your high on his face, and true to his word, he tasted every last drop until his chin was covered in your essence and his own saliva.

you heaved in and out, thighs shaking and mind reeling from the high. you almost missed the way san began to kiss up your tummy and your chest. when he reached your face, he planted a slow, languid kiss against your lips, allowing you to taste yourself. to taste the evidence of how good he made you feel. your hands found purchase in his hair, inevitably pulling his body closer to yours.

“did that feel good?” it was more than obvious, what with your taste lingering on his tongue and your arousal on his chin. and the way you shook beneath him. he just adored to hear you say aloud how good he made you feel; he felt proud to know that he was learning your body well enough to give you every bit of pleasure you deserved.

“yes.” you kissed him again. “so good, san.” and yet, you couldn’t ignore the empty ache that remained between your legs. despite having just cum, you still needed more. you needed his cock in you, all of it. your lips stayed glued to his while your hand snuck all the way down to his erection; you palmed him through his sweats and the man above you purred appreciatively, rutting into your hand.

“is that what you want, huh?” san grinned into your mouth. “does my pretty baby want to be full of me?”

“need you in me,” you parroted your words from earlier. they still rang true. you were desperate for him and you needed to get his clothes off of him immediately.

“you’re so cute.” he kissed your forehead before he put some distance between you to remove his clothing. you waited on baited breath as more skin became available to you; his shirt and pants joined your clothing on the bedroom floor. his cock strained against his underwear, and you reached out to smooth your hand over it. he closed his eyes and inhaled. “you could undo me with just your touch, you know.”

you smiled and tugged at his underwear to free his cock from its confines. he was so hard, cock engorged and tip red and leaking. you couldn’t help the urge to wrap your hand around him, feeling the heavy weight of him in your grasp. “san…”

“yeah, baby?”

“fuck me. please.”

san smiled. warm. promising. full of love. “with pleasure.” he leaned over to give you a sweet kiss while his hips sunk between your thighs. you spread them wide to allow him room, settling them over his narrow hips. he wrapped a fist around his shaft to line himself up to your hole, but before pressing forward, his eyes met yours. “tell me if you’re uncomfortable. okay?”

you nodded, bottom lip between your teeth as you focused on the press of his cockhead against where you needed him most.

“baby. i need to hear you say it.”

you swallowed. “okay, san.”

“that’s my good baby.” he pushed himself in, only a smidge, but even just the small press forward and your cunt was already sucking him in with a desperate desire to be filled. he chuckled. “so eager for me, but we’re gonna take it slow.”

you mewled at that first stretch as his tip slipped passed your folds, hole enlarging to welcome him in. san was watching you intently as he slowly and carefully fed you inch after inch. he was moving so slow; you had half a mind to just yank his hips forward to take him all in at once, but decided against it. san was a lot to take in, and your little pussy was still getting used to him, still trying to memorize the feel of every last detail of his cock. and this fact was proven now as he pushed another inch passed the tight ring of your walls, your back arching as you moaned into the air at the stretch.

“still doing okay?” san’s voice was low, thick with arousal but full of concern for you. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you, and your pussy was so tight. such a tight fit, and as he slid in slowly he couldn’t help but think of your first time, the first time he spread you apart on his cock. it almost felt like he wasn’t going to fit, but you took him in so well, so perfectly. he could never forget that first hug of your walls around him.

“y-yeah.” you managed to respond despite your mind shutting down with each inch that sunk into your heat. you smiled up at him for added measure, to reassure him that you felt fine, more than fine. you felt full and wonderful and loved.

san was sheathed all the way in at last. you both sighed out in delight. you were so warm and wet and tight around him. his hands soothed over your hips as he remained motionless, allowing you to adjust to the entirety of him. “let me know when i can move.”

“move now. please.” your hands clambered at his shoulders.

san laughed, leaning in to steal a kiss after growing overwhelmed with affection. “you sure?”

“yes, yes!”

his hips drew back slow, achingly slow, before sinking back into you in full. he groaned, you cried. it was pure bliss and he was quick to do it again, and then again, and then again until he set a deep, steady rhythm. he was gentle, of course, but his cock was reaching into your depths with such precision you felt like you were losing your grip on reality.

“s’good, san! s’good!” he filled you so good it was maddening. he was hitting spots inside you you didn’t even know existed. he was already memorizing your body so perfectly.

“my perfect baby, so good for me. taking me so good. ah, just like that, baby.” your pussy was turning him into a mess; neither of you were fairing well at the moment. an absolute depiction of undoing. “love you. so much! so, so much.”

you were close, your body shaking and writhing and bouncing with every slap of his hips against you. it was almost effortless for him to hit the perfect spot and now you were spiraling into pleasure with reckless abandon. “mmh, gonna cum!”

“close, baby? hah, me too.” san didn’t dare mess up the rhythm, not when you were so close to falling apart. his dick throbbed with need for release, but he willed himself to wait for you. “gonna cum for me like the good little baby you are?”

“yes!”

a thumb pressed to your clit in tandem with his thrusts and oh. oh. you broke apart so easily for him, crying and trembling under his frame while he confined to fuck into you, making you feel every last earth shattering bit of your orgasm. his name resounded in the air as you came and you held onto him tightly, undoubtedly spurring him on to his own end.

“shit, baby. ‘m gonna cum. where do you want me?”

you sighed out. “in me. please!”

san wasn’t one to deny you of anything; he gave in to your wish and came undone inside your heat, spilling his white cum into your welcoming walls. he offered a few more shallow thrusts until you both were sated, and collapsed onto you in a sweaty heap. his arms circled your waist and his face nuzzled your neck sweetly. “fuck. have i told you i love you?”

your hands were lazily scratching his back as you tried to level your breathing. “maybe once or twice.”

“well, i definitely do. i love you. my perfect baby.”

“i love you, too.”

notes from nat: thanks for the request, anon! sorry it took so long for me to complete it tho :( also,, this is the first time in a while i’ve written soooooo apologies if this is garbage ahshsh

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[wethotcrazy]

LET'S PLAY A FEW

pairing: Zhou Guanyu x Streamer! Reader

word count:

i have been cooking this up in my brain for so long now, like it has been weeks that i've been meaning to writea guanyu fanfic and now here it is yippie also i wrote this because guanyu is very dear to me and i am just gutted that he wont be racing next year

The stream was alive with the low hum of background music and the click-clack of Y/N’s keyboard. Her Tuesday night streams were a familiar routine for her viewers—three hours of CSGO, now smoothly transitioning into Valorant. She’d solo queued, half-focused on the game, half-focused on her chat. It was a relaxed vibe tonight, her soft voice filling the gaps as she responded to questions.

“Y/N, who’s your favorite agent?” one viewer asked.

“Hmm, depends on the day,” Y/N mused, squinting at the game. “But I’m leaning toward Jett lately. Fast, flashy… plus, I’m a sucker for knives.” Her words were accompanied by the sharp sound of her clicking through weapons.

Her team switched to defense. She’d been holding B site alone and wasn’t too concerned. “It’s always quiet until it’s not,” she muttered, eyes narrowing as she scanned the entry points.

And then it wasn’t quiet.

The enemy team pushed hard—four, no, five enemies storming the site. Y/N’s demeanor shifted instantly. She stopped talking mid-sentence, leaning forward, her entire focus honed in. Chat knew what was happening. They’d seen this mode before.

One.

Two.

Three clean headshots in rapid succession. Her chat erupted.

“SHE’S COOKING,” someone spammed.

“Demon time activated,” wrote another.

Four down, one left. Y/N’s crosshair tracked, and with one swift flick—the fifth player dropped.

“ACE!” Chat’s excitement exploded, emotes and all-caps filling the screen.

“Nice ace,” a voice said, calm and steady. Y/N’s body went rigid as a soft kiss landed on the crown of her head. Her breath caught in her chest.

Slowly, as if she couldn’t believe it, she turned her head to see Zhou Guanyu standing there, his face calm as ever, hands in his sweatpants pockets. His eyes met hers with an easy grin, one he’d worn countless times but somehow always made her heart stutter.

“Are you solo queuing right now? Want me to hop on?” he asked like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Y/N’s mouth opened, but it took her a moment to find the words. The situation wasn’t particularly funny, but a wave of giddy laughter poured out of her—that helpless, uncontrollable kind.

“I’m… I’m streaming right now, Bǎobǎo,” she said through breaths of laughter, wiping at her eyes.

Guanyu’s eyes flickered toward her monitor, realizing what had just happened. His gaze shifted to the camera. “Oh. Hi, chat,” he said with a casual wave like it was any other Tuesday night.

Pandemonium.

Chat’s messages scrolled too fast for Y/N to read. Everyone was freaking out. The calm, private nature of their relationship had only left the fans guessing. Speculation had been rampant, but this? This was confirmation.

“NO WAY THAT’S GUANYU.”

“WTF OKAY BOYFRIEND REVEAL.”

“Bǎobǎo?????????”

Y/N’s face was red as she tried to focus on the chat. ���Alright, alright, calm down,” she said, fanning herself dramatically. She glanced up at Guanyu, still grinning like a fool. “You’re unbelievable.”

Guanyu’s only response was to tilt his head, his grin never wavering. “You’re the one who’s blushing,” he teased before walking off toward the kitchen.

Three years earlier, Guanyu had been just another viewer in Y/N’s chat—a regular with a verified checkmark that made him stand out. People recognized his name, but Y/N didn’t at first.

“Zhou Guanyu…” she read aloud, squinting at the name in her chat. “That’s… a Formula 1 driver, right? Chat, you’re messing with me.”

“No, it’s actually him!” chat exploded.

Sure enough, he’d donated with a message: “Big fan of your streams. If you’re ever down for games, I’m in.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide. “No way that’s real,” she muttered, half-laughing. But over the next few weeks, his presence became a regular occurrence. Guanyu’s name appeared in her chat, his playful comments lighting up the screen.

Then one day, he sent a Discord invite.

“Let’s play a few,” his message read.

He wasn’t what she expected. His sense of humor was sharp but subtle. He wasn’t loud, but he was confident. Their first few games were filled with banter and easy laughter. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being just "streamer and viewer" and became… more.

Soon, he’d hop into her streams without warning. His voice was instantly recognizable. Their interactions sparked thousands of clips on Twitch. Fans flooded her social media with theories. “Are they together?” became the constant question. They never confirmed or denied it, and after a while, the frenzy died down.

But when Guanyu’s race schedule allowed, he’d appear on her stream. Sometimes he’d just be a voice in the background, sometimes he’d play with her on-stream, and sometimes, like today, he’d forget she was streaming entirely.

Back in the present, Y/N’s chat was still in shambles. Guanyu’s sudden appearance had sent them into a spiral, and Y/N’s notifications were pinging nonstop. She’d read a few messages aloud, fighting the urge to laugh all over again.

“‘Tell him to come back’… No, he’s probably playing with Sweet Corn right now,” she joked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Does he call you Bǎobǎo?’” she read, the grin on her face growing wider. “Yeah, yeah, he does that sometimes. It’s…” She trailed off, her cheeks burning again. “Don’t worry about it.”

A few minutes later, Guanyu wandered back in with a bowl of fruit in hand, offering her a piece of mango. She took it with a raised brow. “You’re a menace, you know that?” she said, still half-laughing.

“Mmm,” Guanyu hummed in response, popping a piece of mango into his mouth. “You love it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I do,” she said softly, her voice quieter this time, almost just for him.

Chat caught every word.

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

I really think comparing bojack to Jimmy mouthwashing is such a disservice to his character growth yeah he did terrible things its just boiling him down to just a rapist jerk feels insulting to how they manageto writea likable asshole. .Jimmy wouldn't save a man from drowning that nearly kills him help his friend with her depression or help or agree to help em take down a predator help a lost baby find its way home . i thinkJimmy would actually make this anxious horse uneasy and agree Moreso with a user calling him butterscotch as both characters know how to make a guy black out

[nabi-unveiled]

Why did you stop writing about Heesu? It's great. Can you please writea bout it...please?

Plus while I'm here. What's up with you and food?

Hey Anon!

I'm glad you are enjoying Heesu in Class 2. I'm certainly enjoying everyone's commentary on it. I'm soaking it all up like a sponge.

But you are right - I stopped watching back at episode 4. I still have my episode 3 analysis sitting in my drafts.

I'm not DNF'ing the show. I paused. Because I WANT to write detailed posts about Heesu, but time is limited. The type of posts I want to write about Heesu would take a long time to craft. And I also have another show that I'm doing really long posts about at the moment - Love for Love's Sake. I had to choose.

So why did I prioritize LFLS when Heesu is currently airing? This will seem hypocritical since I love science -> it was actually due to the astronomy.

To be clear, I LOVE the science references in Heesu. I think it adds a lot to the show. That's part of what I want to dive into with the show.

But I'm almost at the end of a 7 month astronomy project for work. I write about astronomy every single day. I have to think about astronomy pretty much seven days a week right now. And I have to do so very critically which means some of the inaccuracies are harder to ignore at the moment.

It also means that if I just spent 3 hours writing about stellar death that writing about a show that also talks about stellar death doesn't really feel like much of a work break.

So I chose LFLS for now. I'll be done with my astronomy project in the next couple of weeks, and I'll dive into Heesu then.

Yes, I'll be late to the party. But I'll show up eventually.

As for the food question...??? I eat it to survive. I prefer the delicious variety. I'm really hungry at the moment. Thanks for reminding me that I need to go eat. 🥰

[rainismdata]

Call of Duty: Original Character

Elisha "Miriam" Gershom

[originally posted on March 6, 2023]

a teacher and Valeria Garza's hidden wife

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The Meaning of Her Name:

ELISHA: "My God is salvation". Her parents believed that she was born and survived in the arena sphere because of the God they praised all the time. They taught their belief to Elisha, telling her bible stories and song they could still remember.

GERSHOM: "Exile, A Stranger There". It was actually the opposite because of the fact that she was born at the arena, but her parents were strangers in that arena.

"MIRIAM": Moses and Aaron's sister, who led the dance and sing in joy towards the God. Elisha likes to dance and sing (humming songs), that's why Valeria called her Miriam, before Valeria knows Elisha's name. Elisha likes it, and wants to keep it.

A Story about The Champion:

She was one of the Champion in the same arena sphere as Lexa and Luna. She is older than Lexa and Luna. So, when she was told to fight Lexa and Luna, she used it to "teach" or "train" them. She thinks they both actually are good kids.

She was born (y. 1990) in the arena. She was the one who survived the longest in the arena since whe was born there. Her parents both were the champions, too. Her parents died in a fight when she was ten year old. That's also the time when she became selectively mute.

Her parents taught her to read and write, using anything around them— like the sand and a stick, for example. She doesn't talk. Not even really used her ability to write to communicate.

A Story about The Dancer:

Elisha got the name "Miriam" from Valeria. Valeria was once found Elisha when she was dancing by her own in her cell, humming a song in low register. Valeria couldn't recognize the song, so she thought Elisha was singing the song by memory, could be from her parents. That is when Valeria fell first for Elisha.

Yes. She likes to dance. Loves it. She would do it anytime she got time for herself.

Her loves to dance has trained her to be good for doing acrobatic moves, as well in fights.

A Story about The Innocent:

She is selectively mute. She doesn't really communicate (using signs or writings) about anything unless she needs to. She used sign language more after Valeria got her out from the Arena, now that she has access to learn more about many things.

She is expressive, but she also could read people's emotion by their gaze or gestures.

Fighting was all of her life, she knows nothing about anything else if people didn't tell her about anything that she could ask more about it. Hearing that another kids was not there because they want it, it makes her sad. That's was also one of the reasons why Lexa and Luna were feeling attached to her.

She has that innocent look (with her big round eyes) when she was not fighting. She looks at people wonderfully. She helped kids.

She doesn't mind for being naked, but she understands the use or the importance of wearing clothes and armor— she wears them anyways. She could recognize how people feel about a woman being naked, it's all written in anyone's gaze.

Well— she's not that innocent, but�� it's just that she's not into sexual things.

She doesn't cut her hair intentionally, it's always because her opponents cut it as they fought her. Her hair was a whole mess. it's wavy. Sometimes it's just hard for her to get a chance to clean herself as as older as she gets, she got more rounds of fight. This changed when she was 20 year old. They gave her time for herself, to take care of herself. She still has her long black hair with white and grey strands here and there. She just let it down, without doing anything to it— even when she was fighting at the arena.

A Story about The Champion and El Sin Nombre:

Valeria fell first for Elisha, when she found Elisha was dancing and humming to a song my her memory in her cell. Valeria called her Miriam, before she knew her name.

Valeria came to the Arena Sphere because of one of her "friend", who was one of the donators for the fights in the Arena. Fell for Elisha, then she came more often, and starts to donate, only for Elisha.

Later on, Valeria needs Elisha for her own. She threaten the manager, so that she could bring Elisha out from the Arena, and never come back. It was 2012. She took every files about Miriam; but... Valeria didn't take all every files contains her own names. That's why Price still could get Valeria's name; on Lexa and Luna's files.

Valeria and Elisha got married in 2019, in Las Almas, privately.

Elisha works as a teacher in a regular school to teach/help kids with disability. Valeria take her to the school and pick her up all the time, unless when there's a certain cartel reason— No one knows that Valeria was El Sin Nombre.

Elisha has the intention to get her Valeria back. She tried to reach Valeria with letters. Valeria was okay for being in the prison. She assured Elisha that she was okay even though she was missing her Elisha, and actually worrying Elisha. Elisha couldn't deny it. Elisha needs Valeria to come back, to their home. Valeria told her that she would get a conditional discharge.

2027...is when finally Valeria get back to their house, brought all of Elisha's letters back home, arranging it together with the letters she sent to Elisha.

2027... After got discharged, Valeria could now focus more on living peacefully in Las Almas. Valeria told them many things in the interrogations without saying any names of her men, not even one. Rodolfo knows Alejandro understood how does it feels, protecting "their people"; Valeria hates Graves, too. Valeria could assure them that her men would never do anything without her permission.

The Fights of The Champion:

Her loves to dance has trained her to be good at doing acrobatic moves, as well in her fights— effectively.

she fought against The Twins (Lexa and Luna) both in a single fight; the twins got the power of two person (hopefully), while Miriam got the power of age and experience. WELL— She used it to intentionally trained them without the managers know it. She thinks they both actually are good kids.

She's great at sneaky attacks. She was sensitive of sounds in her earlier life. As she gets older, the ability seems to degrading, but doesn't make her loose the ability. Sometimes, she likes to hear sounds— sometimes, no.

She likes to fight with her own fists. She's somewhat thirsty for blood.

She was mastering the use of nodachi and metal spiky flail. Sometimes, she used it for both or one of them then one shield on her other hand. That's why she's goot at parrying any weapons and dodging attacks.

Another thing she likes— throwing anything to a point, or many points, with anything; could be a blunt or sharp weapon.

Additional Plot Information:

Elisha was Alejandro and Rodolfo's adoptive son's favorite teacher. Only then knowing that she is actually Valeria's wife, later in 2030s. Alejandro's adoptive son was ever said to her that his father likes to dance, too, that's why he likes to dance and wants to learn more from Elisha.

That one day, Elisha asked Alejandro to dance for a while, and he danced with her. After the dancing, Elisha left a letter to him, saying that she knew he could dance and she knew about his son because she was his teacher. Elisha also said thank you for Alejandro, that he lets his son to learn as much as he wants, that Alejandro educates his son to be a good guy. His son was not really said Alejandro's name, but with how he describes it, Elisha immediately thinks about Alejandro.

A few months after that, Alejandro went to the school with Rodolfo to pick up their son. When they meet Elisha, Alejandro immediately said “I'm not alone on raising my son. This is Rodolfo Parra. He is my husband.” Elisha immediately smiled, then signing and mouthing “I know” at the same time. They talked for awhile, waiting for their son to finish playing with his friends. It took them long enough actually, just right when Valeria came to pick up Elisha. That's when Alejandro and Rodolfo knew that Elisha is Valeria's wife.

Valeria jokingly teased Alejandro and Rodolfo who were finally get married,

Alejandro: “I've probably been married longer than you, V.”

Valeria: “Uh-huh? When did you married with Rudy?”

Alejandro: “2021.”

Valeria: “Jokes on you, Ale. We've been married since 2019.”

Alejandro: “Damn it.”

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