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[florencemtrash]

The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Chapter Twenty-Six

Summary: Y/n's clairvoyance is a gift from the Mother, but it feels more like a curse. With the power to gain knowledge through touch alone, Y/n holes herself up in The Alcove and hopes her powers and parentage will remain a secret. But things will change after the Summer Solstice ball and a chance encounter with a certain Shadowsinger.

Warnings: smut (I finally wrote it y'all), fluff, *minors! DNI*

To skip this chapter, click this link to go immediately to Chapter Twenty-Seven

The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Masterlist

Masterlist of Masterlists

Azriel had no shortage of secret hiding places scattered across Prythian — apartments paid for under alias names, safe houses in towns where everyone minded their own business, hell there was even a residence in the countryside he’d help build with his own two hands. 

But he didn’t bring you to any of those. Those places were either in dangerous territory, tainted by the work he conducted as a Shadowsinger and Spymaster, or touched by the hands of lovers he couldn’t even remember anymore. For you, he wanted someplace new. Someplace special. 

He grinned with excitement, squeezing the flesh of your thigh as he held you close and trekked through the forest.

“Where are we going?” You kissed the curve of his ear, peppering his skin with kisses wherever you could reach. 

“Why are you whispering?”

You shrugged, smiling against his neck as he continued. The mountain woods were silent save for the rustling of cicada wings and the wing beats of owls as they hunted in the night. Moonlight blinked through the foliage, scattering the ground with salt and starshine. 

It was calm here. Peaceful. 

Shadows covered your eyes and flicked away low hanging branches so they wouldn’t snap on your dress or get tangled in your hair. You heard the rustling of the branches whenever they were moved aside and couldn’t help but flush at the shadows’ politeness. 

“Just a little further now.” 

You could hear the anticipation growing in Azriel’s voice. His hands were becoming greedy, slipping beneath your dress when it shifted and leaving molten fingerprints wherever he touched. He shivered when you sighed against his neck, washing his skin with a warm breeze. 

There was a fire burning close by. You could smell the chimney smoke in the air and the fragrant smell of flowers.

You shifted in his arms, prepared for him to let you back down to your feet, but Azriel didn’t let you go, nuzzling his face into the soft skin of your neck as his shadows finally dissipated. 

“Welcome to our new home, my love.” 

You gasped softly—a sound that had Azriel’s tongue darting out to feel your pulse as you caught your breath. 

High in the mountains and deep in the woods, a clearing had been cut out and the ground turned over. Star magnolias lined the edges of the clearing, their white blossoms clinging to their branches like freshly fallen snow. Grass grew soft and unencumbered, the occasional flowering weed adding drops of color onto the rolling, green canvas that brushed against Azriel’s ankles. 

But the cottage… oh, the cottage was a beauty. Cream-white windows bright with firelight peered out from walls made of pale brown stone. Blue curtains hung in the windows like eyelids and an ironwood door made up the cottage’s mouth. The door was nestled between two hanging lamps and they poured their light onto two wicker chairs, a table, and a hanging daybed on the porch. Blue wisteria crawled up the porch columns onto the stone walls, lit up by moonlight until they glowed stronger than the stars in the sky. 

“This… this is ours?” You breathed in disbelief. 

“It’s ours.” 

Azriel made a subtle point of stepping over the threshold with you in his arms before quietly letting you down to your feet. It felt like the right thing to do. 

You walked through the cottage in a daze, the roaring blood in your body momentarily forgotten as you moved through the front room to the living room where a cream-colored sofa with plush blue pillows and two armchairs surrounded a flickering fireplace. A bay window looked out over the front lawn arranged with cushions and a small bookcase so you could read. The adjacent kitchen hummed with quiet energy, and you knew that whatever magic touched the House of Wind and the River House also lived here. 

It was a fairytale cottage come to life, clean and cozy with its cream-colored walls and exposed wood beams. 

There was also a conservatory at the back of the cottage you hadn’t seen from out front and its domed, glass roof reminded you of the Day Court athenaeums — a piece of home away from home. Already plants flourished along the windowsill — courtesy of Elain — and green strings of pearls spilled out of white hanging planters like miniature chandeliers. 

“We’re still in the Night Court,” Azriel explained. His hands drifted up to your shoulders as you stood transfixed in the conservatory. “In the mountains along the western coast ten miles from the Day Court border. I figured it would allow us both to be close to home… and far enough away for some peace and quiet.” 

Since coming to the Night Court — since meeting Azriel — there had hardly been time or space to breathe. The River House and House of Wind bubbled with talk, constantly moving as people came and went more frequently than the tide. 

But here it was just you two. 

You were here… alone.

Rooms remained unexplored in the cottage, but all thought of them flew out the window as you turned in Azriel’s arms and took in his burning, hazel eyes. You flung your arms around his neck, fingernails gently dragging through his hair as you kissed him dizzy.

You stumbled up the staircase, still lip-locked with Azriel groaning against your mouth as the buttons of his shirt were ripped off and trickled to the floor like raindrops. 

“Which one’s the bedroom?” You murmured as you staggered down the hallway. You were vaguely aware of some beautiful portraits hanging along the wall, flashes of blue, black, white, and gold paint expertly melted onto canvas, but admiring them was for another day. You had other, more important, things currently on your mind — like finding a gods-damned bed to fall into. 

You reached the very last door of the hallway before Azriel gasped out, “Here,” and grappled at the door handle, his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist like you were at risk of floating away. 

You and Azriel all but fell through the handsome wooden door engraved with some Illyrian markings you couldn’t make out and a large symbol of the sun. 

The fireplace roared to life, spurred on by the Cottage’s magic as Azriel dropped to his knees and started undoing the ties of your shoes. He looked radiant even while on his knees. His wings flared out from his back burning gold and orange as the firelight seeped through the thin, delicate membrane coloring his tan skin even more vibrantly as he looked up at you with hungry reverence. 

Blue velvet ribbons fell to the floor and your shoes came with them. They were the first piece of clothing discarded as Azriel gripped your ankles and began trailing kisses along your calves.

 He threw off his mating crown and it skittered along the floor, disappearing somewhere beneath the dresser. 

His lips moved up to your knees. Then further still. 

“Azriel.” You breathed your mate’s name. 

A four-poster bed took up most of the far wall, bracketed on both sides by wall sconces shaped like roses and mahogany nightstands. Gauzy curtains fluttered in the open windows, allowing inside a cool wind that smelled of petrichor and pine. 

You were never more grateful for a bed and a breeze as Azriel’s head disappeared beneath your dress. 

You gripped the bedpost, soft sighs turning to breathy moans as feather-light brushes of lips over skin turned to hungry, open-mouth kisses along your thighs. No one had ever kissed you like this. 

Azriel’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he groaned. 

No one had ever touched you like this. 

You felt the air move between your legs and gasped. 

You scrambled to bunch your dress in your hands, revealing Azriel’s dark head of hair and his hazel eyes, pupils blown so wide they were nearly black. 

“Where did these come from?” He groaned, tucking his fingers into the waistband of your lacy, dark blue undergarments. 

“Sloane’s,” You said, chest heaving. It was a miracle you could speak at all. 

You’d never been with a male. Hell, you’d never been with anyone. Azriel had been your first for everything that mattered, and he would remain the only one who had you in this way. 

Azriel stilled as if the same thought had passed his mind. A shadow curled around your chin, tilting it down ever so slightly at the same time his eyes drifted up to yours, soft and vulnerable and golden. Your cheeks were flush with color, excitement and anticipation written in every muscle of your body. 

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he promised.  

You swallowed thickly and nodded, but you didn’t think you’d ever want him to stop. 

Your head hit the bedpost with a dull thud, mouth open and panting as Azriel pushed aside the lace and tasted you. 

You weren’t oblivious to what happened during sex. You were a grown female with access to just about any book on any subject in the entire world. You knew what happened during the frenzy — had been imagining it far too often the last few days— but experiencing it was another thing entirely. 

Every time Azriel moved his tongue — every time he so much as breathed — your hips were jolting, fingers twitching as you buried them in his hair and shoved his face closer. He was strong beneath you, breath and tongue hot and wanting. 

Azriel let out a strangled noise when the first thrust of his tongue had you tugging on his hair. Hard. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut. But Azriel grabbed your hand before you could bury it in the folds of your dress and brought it back to his head. 

“Do it again,” he all but growled and dove back in between your thighs. 

In the beginning, you tried to contain yourself — to drag out this moment that had been ages in the making. You bit down on your lips and stifled your moans in your fist until Azriel’s shadows came to pin your hand to the bedpost. 

But then he slipped his fingers between your folds, pressing and twisting and testing you until he’d sunk in knuckles deep. Then there was no stopping the pressure building between your legs and within your core. 

“Az,” you moaned, hips bucking against him. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his smugness and pride as he brought you to the edge. “Oh… oh gods, Az! Fuck!”

You came around his fingers, thighs clamping down around his head as you shivered and moaned, but he didn’t stop, not even when you began to whine and jerk from the overwhelming feeling. You thought he would stop. 

“Az,” You gasped, tugging at his hair. “Az, stop.” 

Azriel snapped back from your core, eyes glazed over in a drunken haze. His mouth glistened and he swallowed, standing up and sliding his leg between yours so you wouldn’t fall on shaky legs. 

You stared at each other, taking in the sight of flushed cheeks and wet lips and unruly hair. He licked his lips, then slowly wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. 

“Was that alright?” He asked seriously. 

You sprang forward, lips colliding with his as you pulled at his jacket. You undid the buttons that closed up the slits beneath his wings and in less than a second Azriel had it pulled off and thrown across the room. The buttons of his shirt were mostly undone, but he didn’t hesitate before ripping it open and scattering the tattered silk across the floor. 

You’d seen Azriel shirtless plenty of times before. It was how he preferred to sleep. And many hours had been spent awake in bed tracing the tattoos that swirled across his chest and shoulders with your eyes and with your hands. Now you traced them with your lips, sucking gently at the hollow of his neck where one of the dark marks curled. 

Azriel closed his eyes and sighed. 

He was much gentler with your dress than with his shirt. There was no tugging or tearing. He simply buried his face between your breasts while loosening the corset ties at the back, then slipped the dress off your shoulders. The dress fell to the floor with a whisper and you stepped out of the pool of silk.

Azriel took a step back and went completely, utterly still. 

You shivered beneath his unflinching gaze, resisting the urge to bring up your arms and hide yourself. It was a knee-jerk reaction, but one that you no longer needed. This was Azriel standing in front of you — beautiful, kind, and loving, Azriel, who already knew things about you more intimate than your body. 

Your lace underthings did little to cover you — a very intentional choice — and you found yourself flushing the longer Azriel went without saying or doing anything. 

Finally, he broke the silence and breathed in awe. “You’re beautiful, Y/n.” 

Emboldened by his words, you crawled onto the bed, holding out your hand for Azriel to join you. He hovered over you as you reached for his belt buckle, undid the buttons of his trousers, and slowly slid them far enough down that Azriel could kick them off. His shadows took his shoes. 

You watched carefully as Azriel leaned you back on the bed and placed his elbows on either side of your head. Every ripple of muscle, every stretch of skin, did not go unnoticed by you. Azriel was your mate and you were desperate for the sight of him. 

You slowly moved your hand between his thighs, experimental strokes setting his lungs ablaze as he groaned. The sound sent a new wave of heat between your legs and confidence through your bones, especially as Azriel fisted the sheets by your head, brows furrowed in concentration. 

Without warning he tore your undergarments off you, exposing every inch of your skin to the cool wind that blew through the windows. Nesta was right — the blue lace did not survive the first night of the frenzy. 

“I’ll… I’ll buy you more.” He promised, leaning down to smother his moans against your lips as you kept stroking him. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You whispered and drew him close to you. So close he could feel the wetness that had gathered below. “I want you to see me, Azriel.” You kissed the corner of his mouth before moving your lips to his ear. “I want you to touch me. All of me.” 

And who was he to deny you? 

His hand took over yours and you gasped when he finally slid inside you. Moans slipped into the open air, interrupting the rumble of storm clouds as they gathered close by. 

Azriel breathed heavily against your lips, right hand moving to reposition your legs so they wrapped around his waist. “Are you alright? Are you in any pain?” 

You shook your head fervently. You’d worried it would hurt the first time, and certainly there was an odd, but not unwelcome, tightness where you and Azriel met, but all you could focus on was the roar of the bond in your chest and the flutter of Azriel’s wings as he buried his face in your neck. 

Inch by delicious inch, Azriel pushed forward, always waiting for your permission to continue until his hips were pressed flush against yours.

You both panted for breath as your bodies molded to fit one another in this new way and Azriel swore there was a faint, otherworldly glow to your eyes as you stared at him and smiled. 

You dragged your nails down his back, reveling in the strangled noise that came from deep in Azriel’s throat. A noise that grew louder when you gave a small roll of your hips, testing the waters and loving the pleasure that shot through you. 

Azriel’s hands flew to your hips, clamping down and stopping your movements as he struggled to catch his breath. 

“Az.” You moaned his name and your core tightened around him.

“Don’t move,” Azriel choked out. “Just… just give me a moment.” 

He would never live it down if he came inside you now. 

You lifted your head from the pillow, wide eyes staring down at him as he squeezed his eyes shut as if in pain. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything, then he wouldn’t have to deal with your shuddering walls clenching around him as you stifled your giggles. Who would have thought the Shadowsinger would be so easy to bring to the edge? There was a thrill that shot through you as you realized, once again, just how much he loved you — just how much you drove him wild. 

One sharp snap of his hips was all it took for your laughing to turn to whines, hands reaching up and bracing against the headboard. Azriel began slowly, methodically, timing his thrusts to your breathing so he could draw those sweet noises from your lips like music. 

“Mother save me, Y/n,” he groaned, capturing your breast in his mouth and swirling it around his tongue.  

He flung open his side of the bond and you did the same, drowning in dual pleasure as his thrusts sped up. You thought your heart might explode in your chest. 

Azriel kissed his way up to your temple and pressed his forehead against yours, hot breath fanning over your cheeks as he tangled his fingers in your hair. He wished he was an artist so he could capture the sight of you beneath him. Your flushed cheeks and glowing eyes. The stretch of your neck as you tensed. The hot, fervent press of your breasts against his chest as your back arched off the bed. 

I love you, Azriel. Your words flowed across the bond, carried on waves and waves of pleasure as you jolted up and let out a choked cry. 

That sound. Azriel wanted to hear it every day for the rest of his life. He didn’t stop his thrusts, rolling his hips forward and chasing after his own release as one hand slipped between your bodies. You squirmed beneath him, hips bucking up wildly as he urged you on. 

“I’m here, Y/n. I love you so much. Keep making those noises for me. Please.” Azriel clasped his hand in yours, chanting your name as he felt that coil of pleasure tighten further. 

Illyrian wings are one of the most sensitive areas of the body, evolutionarily adapted to sense even the smallest changes in air pressure and wind speed. The apex of their wings alone contain nearly 3,000 nerve endings. 

Even through the daze of pleasure, you eyed the curve of Azriel’s wings with curiosity. 

Do it. Azriel begged. Please. 

You squeezed your legs around his waist, mind cloudy with pleasure as you dragged your fingers along the membrane just below the talon. 

This time you shattered together, hips slapping and cries of each others’ names spilling out into the night sky for all the stars to hear. Shadows burst forth from Azriel and mixed with the blinding rays of sunlight that exploded from your chest. Together, your magic blew out all the windows in the cottage and sent a roll of thunder so far over the mountains that Rhysand, Feyre, and even Helion felt a disturbance along the border. 

The hand you’d caressed Azriel’s wing with shot upward as you came for the second time in a row, slamming into the headboard and punching a hole through the solid wood. You held onto the ruined headboard as every tense muscle in your body slowly loosened with a twitch, spreading warmth and ecstasy across your skin and through the bond. 

Azriel collapsed onto your chest sweaty and spent. He could hear your heartbeat within your ribs running faster than a jackrabbit. You breathed heavily, blinking the fog from your eyes as you stared up at the ceiling. 

You brought your hands to Azriel’s back, holding him tight as you gathered your breath and tried to calm your racing heart lest it decide to fly out of your ribcage. 

“Did you…did you just break the headboard?” Azriel breathed out after some time had passed and neither of you were trembling anymore. 

“......No.”  

Azriel peered up first at you, and then the fist-shaped hole in the maple bed frame. He burst out laughing. The noise was brighter than sunlight and you couldn’t help but join in. 

“Are you hurt?” He grinned. 

You shook your head. Laughter spilled out of your lips so brilliantly they were more gasps for air than anything else. He kissed your knuckles, smooth and unharmed. Then, he attacked your neck, leaving gentle bites that tickled as you squirmed and sighed. 

“Shall we try and break the bed again?” Azriel offered, still smiling. 

“I think we can do more than try.” You grinned mischievously. You rolled over top of Azriel, tracing the smooth skin of his chest before bracing your hands over his heart. 

And so the frenzy began. 

6 weeks later

You leaned forward, chest pressing against Azriel’s as you gave him a drowsy, content smile. Steam coated the bathroom mirror in a film and condensed on the bottles you’d carefully arranged alongside the bathtub. One of the bottles was empty. It had taken that much to fill the Illyrian-sized tub until you and Azriel were both comfortably submerged in bubbles that smelled of sea salt and lavender. A platter of food — courtesy of the Cottage — gleamed on the low-rise table beside you, cheese, nuts, and cuts of meat half-eaten. 

Azriel tore off a piece of bread, dipped it in honey, and placed it on your tongue. He tilted his head back in thought. “The first floor bath?” He suggested. 

“The first floor has a bath?” 

Azriel smiled and you heard the scratching of pen on parchment as his shadows wrote down the room. 

Just this morning Rhysand had gently knocked on the doors of your mind, asking if you and Azriel would ever come back home to Velaris or if they should consider themselves abandoned. The prospect of hiding away in the Cottage forever was tempting, but you and Azriel had agreed on a flexible deadline — you’d both return to Velaris once you had… hmmmm, marked each room of the Cottage. 

“We haven’t done it outside.” You offered, looking out the window. The mid-afternoon sun hung lazily in the sky, rendering even the birds and insects drowsy. 

“We agreed the porch counts, remember?”

“Since when?” You sat up straight, water sloshing around your waist. 

“Since the last time we slept there two weeks ago.” 

You rolled your hips down, resting your head on his shoulder and peering up with a look that would have put him on his knees if he wasn’t already on his back. 

“We’ll add it to the list.” Azriel breathed out tightly. 

There was more scratching of pen on paper. 

You decided that of all the rooms in the cottage, you liked the conservatory the best. When Azriel was making those beautiful noises against you, arms wrapped around your back and pressing you into the floor, you could watch the stars as they moved in the sky and drew close to the Shadowsinger. When it rained you could feel the electricity splinter through the sky, almost in tune with your body. 

Azriel was partial to the library in the second floor’s west wing. You’d spent days there propped up on every wall and bent over every piece of furniture until you could name over a dozen species of wood. 

You blushed just to think about it as you sank beneath the bath bubbles. 

Azriel sat in a chair beside the tub, damp hair curling over his forehead as he read aloud from a book you’d stumbled upon during your… activities. 

The frenzy had finally burned its way through your system, leaving you sore in places you didn’t know possible. It had taken you and Azriel two days just to sleep off the exhaustion, tangled up in bedsheets heavy with your scent. 

You leaned your head against his shoulder, breathing in the smell of night-chilled mist and cedar. Azriel wordlessly kissed your temple, slipping his hand into your hair and dragging his nails along your scalp until you were sighing in contentment. 

This… this felt right. You wanted Azriel to know that he was everything. He was the wash of color over the world that makes things bright and safe. He was the only person you felt perfectly at home with. Someone to trust with your body and heart as much as your mind. Someone whose touch you could never dream of shying away from ever again. 

I know, my Y/n. Hazel eyes met yours, warm and soft. And you must know that you are everything to me as well. 

Everything? You smiled softly at him.

Everything. He replied.

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Author's Note:

*insert meme* Why is it spicy?

This was my first try writing anything explicit so... hope you enjoyed it! Only took us half a year and 100k+ words to get to a spicy scene LOL

^^ this has been both my reaction, and Y/n's reaction

As always, I appreciate you immensely for reading and would love feedback/to hear what you guys think! We're nearing the end folks!

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[jeannecrain]

NUCLEAR WINTER - $10

Nuclear Winter is a moody blue monotone skin that was previously made specially for and used on a post-apocalyptic Fallout roleplay a few years ago.

There are comments scattered throughout the stylesheet and written HTML to help you navigate what to edit (if you wish to use it as is) and what not to edit it.

This skin comes with:

- A pre-installed UserWay accessibility menu. - A collapsible sidebar that's easy to read and navigate with a pop-out login box. - A removable news section with a scrollable news ticker, wanted ad listings in the form of icons, and staff icons. Beneath these three columns is the navigation bar. - Trigger warning fields that, when filled out, precede a post to warn users of potentially triggering material within. - A main profile flush with customizable fields to help fit whatever genre of site you decide to use this skin on. This profile has a header, with places for a character name and face claim, links to noteworthy information, the forum avatar listed on the side, an OOC section, and an awards section that scrolls vertically upon overflow. - An isotope members row that allows you to sort by member names. Custom fields that can be found on this skin and modified accordingly are: age, gender, pronouns, residence, morality, height, faction, occupation, species, OOC alias, OOC age, OOC pronouns, OOC timezone, maturity/content rating, and OOC trigger warnings.

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[building-starlight]

FATES INVERTED AU - DAISY BELL

Given the alias Daisy Bell by Telamon and Bloxwatch, this fierce huntress is ready and willing to lay down her life for her allies. Will you cross blades with one blessed by the Heights, or will you accept the flames of armageddon?

The murderous counterpart of Survivor Avarice. Selecting Daisy Bell as your killer for a round prevents any other players from choosing Avarice as a Survivor.

Depicted above are two skins for Daisy Bell- BLESSED [DEFAULT] and HOME.

ABILITIES -

SEARING SLASH

Basic attack movement. Gripping the Firebrand and swinging as hard as she can, Daisy Bell hits the nearest survivor for 40 DAMAGE. Wide arc hitbox.

INCINERATE

Daisy Bell stabs the nearest survivor four times, dealing 20 DAMAGE and inflicting the target with a BURN. Lasts 10 seconds, dealing 2 DAMAGE per second. Has 10 second cooldown.

MALICE LOOMING

Daisy Bell plunges her blade into the ground and channels her rage. Randomized spots on available surfaces are rendered targets, and with a second input, erupt into columns of fire dealing 60 DAMAGE. Has 25 second cooldown.

SPARKING EMBERS

Focusing on the natural heat around her, Daisy Bell can sense the location of all survivors for 10 seconds.

FORGED IN FLAME - PASSIVE

Daisy Bell can constantly sense the location and status conditions of her allies. This can be used to determine whether or not they require her backup.

VOICE LINES -

ATTACKING

SEARING SLASH

[Yell of effort]

"HOLD STILL!"

INCINERATE

"BURN, BURN!"

"Feel the flames yet?!"

"MINE!"

MALICE LOOMING - CHARGING

"Let's heat up, shall we?"

"Spark the kindling!"

MALICE LOOMING - ACTIVATION

"Aaaand BLAM!"

"Fire away!"

"Nice and toasty!"

SPARKING EMBERS

"One, two... eyes on YOU."

"Now where did you go?"

"Heheh, I can feel your warmth!"

STUNNED

"Nngh-!! Don't- don't you touch him-!!"

[shriek of pain] "You're gonna regret that-!!"

[choking.]

KILLING SURVIVORS

GENERAL LINES

"Burn. It's what you deserve."

".... I hope he's pleased with me."

"Just one step closer to freedom."

TO 007n7:

"Aw, did your little GUI not work?"

"Go make this right, okay?" (if c00lkidd died earlier in the round)

"... I'll bring your son home. I promise." (if c00lkidd is alive)

TO c00lkidd:

"Stop squirming. You know you broke the rules."

"Apologise to your father for me." (if 007n7 died earlier in the round)

"Hush now, it's okay... I won't let him hide from you anymore." (if 007n7 is alive)

TO JOHN DOE:

"Hm. you aren't as intimidating as I remember."

"So you feel the burning this time, do you?"

"This is for Builderman."

TO 1x1x1x1:

"I see you for what you are. He told me everything."

"You really are just an obsolete waste of code."

"A shame. You used to scare me."

WITH TELAMON

Spotting Survivor with Ally nearby:

"Oooohhh, hey there! Shed, wanna come have a swing?"

"Aww, Shed, I don't think they're SCARED YET."

Killing/Assisting in the kill of Noticed Survivor:

"Hey, nice moves! You haven't lost your touch with that sword!"

"Heheh! They just couldn't keep up!"

WITH BLOXWATCH

Spotting Survivor with Ally nearby:

"Chasing 'em your way, Builds!!"

"BUILDS, LOCK ON!"

Killing/Assisting in the kill of Noticed Survivor:

"Any time, you know I've got you covered."

"The flames make you look divine..."

TRIO GIMMICK: DOUBLE UP

Daisy Bell is constantly found with either Telamon or Bloxwatch at her side. Whichever Dev is her ally CANNOT be selected as a Survivor, and both interact with the Survivor counterpart of the missing companion if chosen in a match.

Spotting BUILDERMAN - SOLO

"I missed you..."

"Come home, please-?"

Killing BUILDERMAN - SOLO

"Please, don't make me do this again..."

"I'm so sorry."

"You know I don't want to hurt you.."

Spotting SHEDLETSKY - SOLO

"Run, run... you won't get far, Shed."

"You know what happens next."

Killing SHEDLETSKY - SOLO

"You hurt him worst of all."

"So much for the master of the Heights."

"... I tried to warn you..."

SFOTH SYNERGY - DAISY BELL and TELAMON

Spotting Builderman

"I found him."

"You abandoned us.."

Assisting in/Killing Builderman after TELAMON'S call

"... I hate this."

"If we have to do this again... you do it next time."

ONE SURVIVOR LEFT

"Heheh... just do as we always do, Tel. Fan my flames and we'll reduce this one to cinders just like the rest."

HACKED PURGATORY - DAISY BELL and BLOXWATCH

Spotting SHEDLETSKY

"Oh, the winds have picked up again!"

"Look who decided to show his face, Builds!"

Assisting in/Killing Shedletsky after BLOXWATCH'S call

"Got him... let's hope he learns this time."

"I... didn't think I could do that. Thank you, Builds."

ONE SURVIVOR LEFT

"It's almost over? How time flies when I'm with you, Builds. Let's end this."

AU made in collaboration with the ever-talented and amazing @fandomandangstlover! It's an absolute honor dhshdhdh- Thank you for putting up with my bullshit LOL

[newromesweirdest]

Woo! It's finally live! The first chapter of the long awaited Octavian fic. Content is below the cut! Tag List (DM me to be removed): @starsupontharss @irlkatiegardner @shattered-glasswork @octaviantheloser @afdg10 @augustuscaesarsalad @hya-lina @pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid @praetorialreject @littlestarbeam @gillagully @eggpeepee @sphinx-musings @blagam0nie @pomnenka-kyticka @zazzander @captains-parrot @ilikepjo24 @m-for-now @alias-beta-cecilia @jg-ggw @f0xgl0v3 @reuben-7991 @summerfandoms @accionbox5050 @axo-lotl-of-work @shroomie-23 @etheravenlivrenvari @zieken08 @w3ndytheraccoon @maagisa @sabrinisnotokay @irlkatiegardner @i-dont-exist-people @cinnamonheartsvibes @flower-zs @ilikethins-0 @murderspugerter-ver2 @emperor-xerneas @panislumens @actuallyspeechless @atomboyishgirl @i-am-traveling-the-multifandom @ceruleandinosaur @dubiouslygaia @forthetaintedgay @jzciuxux @cuppa-noodle @bigpp6999 @imaliveboys @doctor-rat @octavianno1defender

Octavian leaned against the altar in the temple of Jupiter, tired after another day of constant prophecies. For weeks now, he had been bombarded by images and messages regarding the Sibylline Books, which was an endeavor that Reyna and the Senate would never approve of. He had asked so many times, and yet each time she denied him. 

For better or for worse, Reyna had turned nearly the entire Senate against him, with the exception of a few loyal followers who remained. Reyna had accused even them of having been bought by Octavian, but the truth of it was that they were truly friends.

Or at least, that’s what Octavian liked to think. He couldn’t actually be sure, considering the fact that he had never truly had a real friendship, at least not the type that comes with no strings attached and no expectations of favors to repay. But regardless, his allies were loyal and that was the most he could ask of them.

Michael Kahale stood a few feet away, leaning against one of the marble pillars that supported the roof of the temple. “Almost done, boss?” he asked, sounding more like a mobster than a teenager. Octavian threw his toga into a heap onto the altar, setting his knife nearby. “Yeah,” he sighed, running a hand through greasy hair. “Is the Senate meeting still on for tonight?”

Michael nodded. “Yup, and it looks like Miss Perfect is back to her old tricks.” Octavian’s eyes shot in Michael’s direction. “Don’t talk about her like that. She’s the Praetor” And she used to be my friend.

“Oh right,” Michael scoffed. “Miss Perfect Praetor.” He chuckled, kicking aimlessly at the floor. “Well, she won’t be Praetor for much longer, not once she’s up for re-election.”

Octavian narrowed his eyes, wondering what Michael was up to this time. “You think the Fourth and Fifth won’t vote for her? They’re like her lap dogs, and she has support from the city.” “Yeah, so? We could influence the others.” Michael suggested. “Well, I’m not blackmailing anyone.” Michael shrugged. “I never said blackmail them. But we could do that. It’s not a bad idea.” Octavian shook his head. “You’re a horrible influence, you know that? And I know that’s what you were thinking anyways, about blackmailing them.”

Michael’s expression hardened. “And why do you think I’d want to blackmail them?”

“Because you would. Because you’re like that.” Octavian shrugged, heading towards the door of the temple. Michael pushed himself off of the column, scampering after Octavian. “Yeah, well….this is New Rome. We have to fight dirty if we want to win.” Octavian rolled his eyes. “This isn’t the Empire anymore, Mike.” “I know. That’s why we need to win. It’s either us, or her. You know that. And you know what Reyna would do with absolute power.” Octavian raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, she’d make my life worse. As if it can get worse.” He said sarcastically, kicking a loose clump of dirt on the path as he went. Michael sighed, fishing for a response. “Well, you know she could do it. I’m just saying it as a friend.” He paused for a moment, thinking. “Do you seriously think it’s just not going to get better? The situation in the Senate? In Camp?” Octavian shrugged. “The auspices haven’t said otherwise.” Michael hummed. “Ah, so the teddy bears don’t like you either?”

“Shut up.” Octavian groaned, but he bit back a smile as he did. Real friends or not, at least his allies were willing to see him as a person and not just an augur.

[dcdreamblog]

So, hey, I heard a rumor that they asked Hawkman to consult on the new Yellowstone prequel series with Western Heroes. What...uh, what's up with that? I thought he was from Ancient Egypt or Outer space. Or...both? I'm not clear on this.

Anyways, why'd they ask him to consult on a show about Bat Lash and Jonah Hex?

The simple answer to your question is Reincarnation. The less simple answer is buckle the fuck up.

Ok so, the Hawkman you are referring to is Carter Hall, the WWII Hawkman. They're hard to tell apart from their alien counterparts mostly because their costumes are so similar. Easiest way to tell at a glance is that the second version of Hawkman and Hawkwoman physically have large avian wings attached to their shoulder blades (because they're aliens) while the original wear them on harnesses (because they're not...as far as we know).

The original Hawkman and Hawkgirl were "born" in Ancient Egypt as the Pharaoh Khufu and his queen Chay-ara in the Old Kingdom period's 4th dynasty. Upon discovering a crashed Thanagarian ship (the same alien race the 2nd Hawks are members of. This is assumed to be their connection, though without knowing the 2nd generations' secret IDs its impossible to say for sure. We do know that raptorial iconography is paramount in Thanagarian culture)

The ship's powerful energy to benefited Egypt in limited ways (mostly the Nth metal material they were able to chip off and reforge in small amounts. No they didn't use it to levitate the pyramids it just made their weapons way better for like a generation).

(The "Hawk Column" found buried near the Great Pyramids at Giza, the two avian figures depicted, similar in fashion to Horus and Isis are identified as markings of Khufu and Chay-ara)

Due to some kind of palace intrigue, both royals were murdered in one another's arms with an Nth metal dagger. Combined with some kind of arcane curse they are trapped in a cycle of reincarnation. Finding one another in lifetime after lifetime. Through the limited recollections he has shared with us, Carter Hall's previous lives include.

Brian Kent: A knight in Camelot who lived under the alias The Silent Knight. We've talked about him before.

(A colored carving of the Silent Knight discovered in a buried wooden church in Kent, England. Carved circa 5th century AD)

A blacksmith in 14th century Germany

A Pinkerton detective in the early 20th century

John Smith, of the Virginia colony of all people?

And, the relevant man for this discussion. Hannibal Hawkes

(Oil painting of Nighthawk and his partner Cinnamon, hanging in the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City)

Precious little is known about Hawkes' personal life and history (more is known about Cinnamon but that story is slightly off topic) The obvious take away however is that he operated as the masked gunslinger (basically the same thing as mystery man in that time) Nighthawk.

The original Hawks, more or less, remember their every reincarnation from top to bottom once they're awakened to it. In short, he was asked to consult on the show because he's the only man alive in the last century who actually KNEW Bat Lash and Jonah Hex personally, not to mention what he could do for the authenticity of the design.

[dalessandrablog]

What I would like to see in Bridgerton IV (pt. I)

After revisiting the previous seasons and rereading my last post, I felt in the mood to analyze the possibilities the show might offer for Benedict’s story compared to the book.

Honestly, despite what many have said, Benedict doesn’t seem that different from his written counterpart to me. If anything, they’ve enhanced his bohemian side and his gentleness—but perhaps it's exactly these changes that make some of Book Benedict’s actions feel unthinkable for Show Benedict.

As much as I love Sophie, she’ll probably undergo changes too, to better fit the series' narrative and modern sensibilities. What matters is that the heart of the character remains the same.

Naturally, during this analysis I’ll take into account the changes the show has already made.

The Flashbacks There were none in the third season, unlike the first and second. I would’ve liked to see the first meeting between Penelope and Colin on screen, but since we’ve watched their story develop right from episode one, it’s an acceptable omission.

That doesn’t apply to Sophie though. You can’t understand her character without knowing her backstory, and simply telling it wouldn’t be credible. It would be lovely to see, like they did with Simon, short but impactful flashbacks showing a young Sophie dealing with her new stepmother.

Araminta was awful in the book, and even though I’d like her to be more three-dimensional, her cruelty must still be clear and well-defined. Otherwise, she’d lose credibility as an antagonist.

Why Does Sophie Go to the Ball? In the book, like in the classic Cinderella tale, Sophie is helped by the household staff to prepare for the ball. In fact, they are the ones who insist she go. Then they disappear—they serve their narrative purpose and vanish.

But could Show Sophie decide to go on her own?

Disney’s Cinderella, both the 1950 animated version and the live-action film, offers two different motivations: A. The classic Cinderella goes to the ball to live one dream night, even if it’s the only one she’ll ever have. B. The live-action Cinderella goes to the ball to see the young ‘apprentice’ she met in the woods—only to find out he’s the prince.

The second option seems unlikely—it would take away from the moment we saw in the teaser. But the first... it could work. And let’s remember something else:

Penelope’s identity is now public, and the book presented Sophie as a big fan of Whistledown. So maybe... her motivation to attend the ball could be that—she wants to meet Lady Whistledown in person?

Who knows, it’s just a hypothesis and may well turn out to be wrong—but I’d love for Sophie’s decision to attend the ball to be her own.

Lady Whistledown’s Involvement Penelope has now unmasked herself—much earlier than in the book. Also, on paper, once Penelope gave up her alias, she stopped being Lady Whistledown entirely and moved on to other projects. But the trailer shows a Penelope who is fully merged with her written alter ego, perhaps even sanctioned by the Queen.

Still, the mystery surrounding Lady Whistledown was what pushed Queen Charlotte to want to expose her, besides her sharp commentary. Now that the mystery’s gone, what could make the London season exciting for the Queen?

I’ve theorized that maybe our Penelope could notice the “lady in silver” and find fresh material for her column.

It could be a fleeting encounter, maybe during Sophie’s escape from the ball.

The Timeskip In the book, Benedict spends six months searching for the lady in silver, and three full years pass before he meets Sophie again. In my humble opinion... the show could never allow that much time to pass.

We’ve been told Rosamund will try to win over Benedict, and I doubt she’ll pursue him for three seasons straight. Also, the possible intrigue with Lady W. and the Queen would be easily lost if Sophie truly became the next gossip target.

I think a time skip might happen, but it would be much shorter.

If anything, they might keep the six months of searching. A real time skip could work better toward the end of the season or the start of season five, especially since Eloise meets Philip when the twins are already quite grown. At the start of season four, I imagine they’ll be no older than four.

Cavender This character was more of a narrative device than anything else.

Here I have to be critical: as much as I’ve used him in some of my fanfics, I’d rather the show avoid that type of scene. Not because Bridgerton can’t handle depictions of assault, but because it feels overdone.

In season one, Nigel Berbrooke was already a strong representation of the kind of threat some men posed to women back then. Cavender, in the book, is just a creepy little man placed there so Benedict can play the hero.

Then he vanishes.

If they completely changed why Sophie leaves her new family and how she and Benedict meet again, I wouldn’t mind at all.

Benedict’s General Behavior I’m not contradicting myself—I really don’t think the two Benedicts are all that different. The banter between Benedict and Sophie in the book aligns closely with things we’ve heard Show Benedict say. He’s irreverent, carefree, witty—he clearly enjoys provoking her, and Show Benedict does that all the time.

What I’d change is how he presents—or rather imposes—himself on her. I don’t think they’ll change his proposal, as it’s the core of the entire book and its development. But honestly, I’d like him to at least make an effort to understand her perspective or try to win her over out of a genuine desire to take care of her.

So, no—I don’t want to see him tackling her to the ground (yes, I know he does it to stop her from running, but come on!). Something more incidental, like them accidentally falling into each other (considering he’s supposed to be soaked in that scene) would be funnier and more romantic.

Sure, the fact that he insists and doesn’t accept her “no” is central to his arc. But I’d rather see (and I trust Luke Thompson to portray it this way) him frustrated—truly confused as to why she’s rejecting him. He never had that issue with Madame Delacroix. Why is Sophie different?

Angry and confrontational isn’t Benedict—that’s Anthony’s role. But frustrated? That fits Benedict, and we’ve already seen it—in his art, in his reaction to Anthony donating to the Academy, in his uncertainty with Tilly.

Benedict wants to understand, and the show has given him every foundation to do so.

Benedict and Sophie as Mirrors of Each Other I always find some recurring themes in the Bridgerton couples:

Daphne and Simon are pressured by society and expectations to be perfect, but their passion gives them freedom to truly love.

Anthony and Kate, both eldest siblings burdened with responsibility, find a partner who supports them.

Penelope and Colin are both underappreciated. I’m not saying Colin isn’t loved, but both have been overshadowed in different ways. Colin’s kindness is often not returned, and Penelope feels invisible in her own home. They’re also both amazing writers.

I’m not saying Sophie and Benedict should be the same—but Sophie already tends to see things more deeply and poetically. Whether it's when she talks about her favorite color, looks into Benedict’s eyes, or, as we saw in the teaser, stares in wonder at a simple chandelier.

Though I wouldn’t mind giving her an extra interest. The book hints she likes to read—like Eloise, Penelope, and Edwina. Not that women of the time could do much else, but maybe we can flesh that side out more?

Sophie Needs to Resist More As much as I’d hate to lose more kisses between Benophie, I think it would serve the story better. It would give more weight to Sophie’s initial refusal, increase Benedict’s frustration (without making him predatory), and lead to a more powerful moment when they finally give in to their passion.

Also... watching Benedict suffer a little will be fun.

Cupid and Psyche In the book, Benedict teases Sophie a lot—sometimes just for fun. It pushes Sophie to even throw a candle at him, and he laughs. The text says not even Sophie knew what came over her—but I like that!

No, I’m not sadistic. But I like seeing how she pushes him to be more rational, and he forces her into impulsiveness.

Benedict was left at the end of the season completely lost, without direction. Sophie, on the other hand, is much more rational and confident in what she wants (and doesn’t want). This dynamic really reminds me of Cupid and Psyche, and for an artist, it’s a fitting metaphor.

The Fever Scene No. I get the intention behind that paragraph, but it gives me major cringe seeing Sophie confess her love to a feverish Benedict—especially when he says “not you,” almost rejecting her. Then he begs for a kiss while burning up with fever... my germophobia says absolutely not.

Not saying it couldn’t be done—but I’d rewrite it. This last point is more of a personal taste than an actual plot issue.

[capcollector]

i feel like talking about some more fallout nola stuff so…

the love family (the ones pictured here) run the biggest radio station in the area (think GNR, mr. new vegas) and are the primary source of news for the area/play a large recurring role in the fallout nola story. one of the big quests involves leon finding spare parts from the abandoned vault the station is close to, vault 18. which is its own whole thing.

anyway all three family members act as hosts and depending on what time you listen you’ll have someone else on air and they’ll play their own preferred genres. collins plays folk, country, americana, deloris plays blues, jazz, R&B, and pamela plays rock, pop, and hosts her own advice column that ppl write in to. she’s a hopeless romantic so she loves hearing stories about crushes and giving dating advice, but technically that segment is for anyone to write in to w any problem they may have. booker writes in a lot w whatever random theory he has this week and she calls him out on air every time regardless of whatever alias he’s using

also as i implied in those linked sketches, when leon finally takes danse down there to meet his friends, he becomes an instant fan of collins’ show in particular. keeps telling leon in so many words how he’d like to meet him when leon tells him he’s friends w the family until leon relents and takes him there first. but that’s fine bc that means the family can announce leon’s return and give coco and them time to set the bar up all nice and surprise leon (and his new boyfriend, who coco’s heard soooo much about through their letters)

[ao3feed-twistedwonderland]

Signed Sealed Unhinged.

Signed, Sealed, Unhinged. by PenguinsWaltz Rook Hunt, for reasons known only to his dramatic soul, secretly creates a wildly popular advice column in the school newspaper under the alias Le Cœur Masqué—"The Masked Heart." No one knows it’s him. Not even Vil (who suspects, and is quietly horrified by the column’s penchant for romantic chaos). The column is poetic. Ridiculous. Unapologetically meddlesome. Yuu reads it religiously. At first for laughs. Then for curiosity. Then for answers—because some of it seems... eerily tailored to her. Who told the columnist that she likes pepper in her chocolate? Or that she hides from Grim’s tuna experiments in the campus laundry chute? Meanwhile, Rook uses the column to slowly court her in secret. Warning: Contains Lemons. Words: 4677, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English Fandoms: Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Yuu, Rook Hunt, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Epel Felmier, Vil Schoenheit, Octavinelle students Relationships: Rook Hunt/Yuu | Player, Rook Hunt/Reader, Rook Hunt & Yuu | Player Additional Tags: Romance, Drama & Romance, Public Love Letters, NRC Shenanigans, Looking for lemons? ;) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/lKwhayu

[constellieos]

HEYYYY HIIIIII ( WAVING MY HANDS WILDLY!! ) SNIFFS U!!! i’m so excited to introduce mimi!!!!!!1!1!1!1!1!!11! alias is sol btw!! ( she/they + 21 + est ) ngl i had her intro done for like 3 days cuz i was so excited but shhh don’t talk about it…. anyway!!!!! anything u need to know abt her is condensed below the cut, as well as her links!!!! they are also on my pinned tho……. pls like this to plot and i will reach out!!! i am kinda busy with work until monday ( gun to my head ) so i will be a little slow but PLSPSLSPLSLS I WANNA PLOT SO BADDDD PLSSS PICK ME CHOOSE ME

also, if you see me posting a self-para in a few hours dont worry abt it… i’m jst feeling silly n goofy.

backstory .ᐟ ( tw: mentions of anxiety disorder, familial death )

minji, who 100% prefers the name mimi, is an.. interesting one! she first developed her ability when she was 7 years old. her parents do not have any abilities, and her ability is a direct descent of her grandmother, who was a famous scientist who did research on clones, and used her own ability to test the limits.

she was always a nervous child, but it only got worse after the death of her grandmother, who she was extremely close with. it happened when she was 6 years old, which is also when thoughts of her having an anxiety disorder manifested as rumours within her family. however, she was a bit too young to get diagnosed.

once her ability manifested, she felt herself spiralling with issues of identity, along with trying to figure out herself and what she wanted to do — who she wanted to be. besides her identity crisis she had ( & still has ) once a day, she’s a pretty happy and go-lucky person.

she grew up extremely interested in journalism, and with the help of her other abilities ( & annoying clones she could never control ), it was easy to find things out about people, and also discover her talent for reporting and writing. she was quick to join her school’s newspaper, and became the top columnist every year.

it’s pretty hard to control her abilities. her minor abilities manifested at different times: her first one at 10, and her second one at 16.

she was diagnosed with anxiety at 10 with the discovery of her 1st minor ability, and later diagnosed with adhd, which is a primary reason for her constantly being scattered and all over the place.

she found school to be appropriately challenging. she was always the academic weapon — the one everyone went to for tutoring or to ask for answers, and the one who was destined for greatness. a christiane amanpour. a journalist to bring change and report on the world and what was really going on. graduating a year early also helped with her thoughts of a successful future.

and then… she got accepted to harvard. it had been a rash decision — a slightly manic episode where she applied to the international school where she believed she would never get in. but she did, with a full-ride. and soon enough, she was a harvard student. and honestly, her time at harvard had been the best time of her life. she had graduated rather highly in her class, and was able to receive an entire master’s degree in only a year after receiving her bachelor’s degree — which leads her to now.

recently moved back to korea, she believed that finding a job would be pretty easy. she was a graduate of harvard with a master’s degree, and had a few notable internships under her belt. but what she hadn’t realised is that… becoming a reporter wasn’t easy when all anyone ever cared about was the aeternals.

if she wasn’t writing about the latest gossip about the aeternals, her columns got little-to-no attention. she wants to write something big, something that matters — not the egotistical heroes their society glorifies. but… no one else wants to read about that. so, with her degree somewhat thrown down the drain, she stays at silver line, hoping for her big break.

she took a waitressing job at hi-dine in order to help pay for her bills, and put out numerous ads for a roommate. she tries her best to keep her cloning a secret, as it is more of a nuisance than a beloved ability.

personality .ᐟ ( read her DOSSIER here .ᐟ )

heavily inspired by rory gilmore, saiki-k, twilight sparkle, christofferson fox, hot to go.

her favourite color is light pink & sage green. her favourite flowers are tulips. her favourite food is bingsu & any other sweet foods. her favourite drink is lemon water, or any other drinks with fruits in them. her favourite alcohol is blueberry wine. her favourite animals are foxes. her favourite song is hot to go by chappell roan. her favourite movie is the chronicles of narnia & coraline.

she is an ambivert at heart, but identifies more with her extroverted side. she is always happy to meet new people, but gets awkward once she hears their thoughts. she is kind to a fault, and sees the best in people. however, she is quick to drop those she feels have wronged her within reason. she may give second chances, but she won’t give a third one.

she is easily stressed, especially with her anxiety disorder, which causes her clones to appear, and she doesn’t really like them. they act more like sisters than clones, and will bother her or help her depending on their mood.

she is also very absent-minded at times and clumsy. she’s very expressive with her emotions and her face, and is always running around somewhere. she is typically a little late to things… but always tries her best to be on time! she gets lost easily as well, and can sometimes spoil things without even thinking of them ( think of tom holland always spoiling spiderman or marvel secrets ).

has an irrational fear of heights & bugs. they are her #1 opps.

abilities .ᐟ ( read the full description of her ABILITIES here .ᐟ )

this is a simple tl;dr of her powers as i have a page of a detailed explanation of her abilities. however, this will have enough information for you to be able to grasp them!

major ability — cloning: she can clone herself, pretty much! her clones are separate from her and have their own thoughts, feelings, and emotions. they are a bit like super detailed holograms, and usually can stay at most for 2-5 hours. she cannot control this, however, and is typically only able to manifest them when she’s stressed out.

minor ability #1 — supernatural precognition: basically, the ability to see the future. however, she can see anyone’s future within a 200-meter radius of her and can not know if it’s hers or someone else’s future unless they are shown in the vision she sees. she can also only see their future until the end of the day.

minor ability #2 — telepathy: she can hear other people’s thoughts, and in theory, speak to people with her mind. however, she has never been able to do that before. anyone within a 200-meter radius of her can hear her thoughts, and she can hear theirs. comes in handy for her job!

connections & plots .ᐟ

there’s a BUNCH of plot ideas floating in this big head of mine, and i am always down to plot something from scratch, but this is what i’m thinking of:

connections wise: best friends who grew apart ( mainly due to mimi moving for college ), neighbours who always forget her name, found family relationships, ex-best friends who hate each other, friendly rivalry, coworkers @ the herald she works with or rival reporters that don’t get along, hi-dine staff who also hate their jobs, ex-aeternal or almost aeternal who wants their spotlight but she would rather die than talk to them, regulars at hi-dine she loves & hates, etc!!

plot ideas just for fun && will be added to or changed when i can remember to do so:

mimi learns a really interesting secret about you and you’re trying to do everything in your power to keep her from writing about it.

but also, mimi learns a really devastating secret about you and is trying to keep it from you that she knows about it!!

it’s late and you come into hi-dine as the only customer and keep bothering her to chat but she needs the extra tips and plays therapist.

she has to interview you for her column and is really not looking forward to it bc she thinks you’re insufferable but you’re actually not as bad as she thought.

you have a bad experience with an aeternal and are trying to expose them with mimi’s help.

there’s workplace drama and you and mimi spend an entire manic, sleepless night trying to get down to the bottom of it.

instead of taking blockers for an important event, mimi accidentally takes a kicker without realising and can’t stop mass producing clones which makes her inconsolable and allows you to find her.

her clone gets out without her knowledge for a few hours and goes out with you, and you see mimi a few days after asking for another date. but she has absolutely no clue who you are.

mimi sees your future one day and is convinced something terrible is going to happen to you today, but she’s had the same vision for 2 months and is tired of it and decides to confront you for being so careless!!

a random child is dropped off at mimi’s door and she’s ready to become a mother until you ask her to return your niece/nephew to you.

mimi’s roommate is gone for the night and there’s a huge bug in her house she can’t get rid of and ends up practically tackling your muse to help.

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[corvarrow]

Dramatis Personae, Sion naming conventions, and more

Okay I have blotted out stuff on my character chart! It was just some really basic memory jogging notes. This includes characters that have any kind of specified name and role, even if it's really small.

(UNFORTUNATELY) This is actually not a complete list - there were a couple characters I hadn't added before I decided the screenshot was big enough, such as "Fully Robotic Shiva", and I didn't include anyone sent to the Furry Dimension AU either (such as "Anthro Robot Shiva"). I did otherwise sort by general timeframe and name, though I also hid whole columns such as more specific timeframe, and "current status" - as some characters die at certain points or are already dead.

We're going to need a little general "legend" with some definitions here but first I'm going to place a Read More because this is going to be a long one!

~"Legend"~

"Dynamurgy/Dynamurgist" = The ability to generate and wield an 'energy'-type force

"Jackals" = Crime Syndicate

"Kin" = Human/Shifter hybrids

"TNK" = The Nowhere Kings, sion band

"Turnlock" = Government Crime Solving Entity - has multiple divisions

"Vampires" = I thought they were worth mentioning because due to Reasons they fall into the category of "very gross", lol - like their mechanism of "being vampires" is actually fungal based. Thanks to Trevvy they are also generally antagonistic.

"Wirehound" = A hyper-specific sion social group, mainly contained to those living in the power station. While this usually refers to the original group, SO's from "outside" can be considered honorary wirehounds as well.

"Parenthesis name" = AKA "Normal Human Alias". Some modern sions have these, these are mainly used when they're trying to get something done on the Reality plane and don't want to cause unnecessary questions by using their actual name. However, some sions just don't really leave Ahveph and some just dgaf.

"---" = Has a surname, but not fully defined yet

Additionally, with the ancient sions I generally use element names to indicate they are from the kingdom associated with a specified sovereign, not necessarily that they can use that element as their magic casting differs from moderns. For example "water knight" = a knight from Sen's kingdom

~Sion Naming Conventions~

ANCIENTS -

These would all technically be in conlang (sionic) - I only have some of them worked out so I provided that when available but otherwise I just wrote these out in English

Naming styles kind of morph over the years but there is a mix of "older" and "newer" names. This would have been caused by Ahveph assigning its idea of basic names to the original batches and then the sions changing it over time as they started raising and naming their own children.

(Subject)(verb) - (written as verb-subject in sionic) is the oldest style, you can see this with the sovereigns even without their full city names. Akiyohm = Fatewinder, Sennamet = Pathfinder, etc. "Akimet" (Pathwinder) and Sennayohm (Fatefinder) are completely valid names

(Adjective)(Noun) - (written as noun-adjective in sionic) is the most common style. They tend to favor landscape features and stuff that evokes elements. Painted Rivers and Still Aeon are good examples. A variation of this style is "sentence name", such as Clear Lake at Dawn.

"Poetic" - Also somewhat of a variation of the above. These names are pulled out of various works and are meant to be even more evocative. Fallow Valley is actually an example of this as this is part of a line from an old forge song (and actually the meaning is closer to "Verdant Valley" but I just prefer the way "Fallow" sounds in english)

Ancients also do have surnames and the most common ones tend to relate to where they are from. If they have or have earned any special positions they will have a modifier added in (royals, administration, engineering, etc)

The only real surname example I have written here is Fairskies "of the Dune Sea". That doesn't outright tell you that he's from The Beacon (or that he's literally Just Aki lol), but it does say that either he or his family are from that general area.

MODERNS -

With very rare exception these are named Entirely by Ahveph, because it's also entirely in charge of building them.

"Stuff" - Exactly what it looks like. These are the most common and are names based on things or concepts. Pretty often they do have some relation to the individual, like a literal reference to an element, or a trait they have, but sometimes they don't, so it needs to be taken with a grain of salt. For example Torchwood = though he goes by Torch, torchwoods are a type of (highly flammable) tree, because he's a nature elemental. On the other hand Coriander isn't in reference to anything.

Compound Name - A variation of the Stuff name, but x2. An example is Windrazor. Has a higher chance of meaning nothing.

Titular Name - A further variation on Stuff and Compound names, but they get a "The" added in. The Daydreamer is a titular name. This has the highest chance of being nonsensical and is also the rarest name type.

Most sions go by some form of nickname based on the full name. Some of these end up sounding pretty close to human names and some just aren't.

Modern sions don't have surnames, but there also aren't that many of them so their names don't overlap. IF they have to use a surname for some reason (usually something Reality related) they will often just use their Source's.

~Further Ancient Classes and Relatives~

So. The status of "Relative" can be really complicated for Ancients. There is more than one way to add someone into a family tree because there is more than one thing to keep track of (lol) - construction lineage, magic lineage, and namesake lineage. For this reason and due to their age, the Sovereigns have a large amount of relatives, and its especially concentrated at their cities. Being a "royal" actually doesn't mean much there unless they do something to distinguish themselves. All of your typical "Court Intrigue" stuff is actually going to lie in the Administrative and Engineering "departments".

Administration - Generally anything having to do with government and government-run functions. The Sovereigns are actually pretty preoccupied Being Cities so while they had larger roles in the past, their avatar bodies are mostly acting as figureheads for their kingdom. Most of the main decisions are being made by various administrative teams and the main council, based on some input by the Sovereign. The Sovereigns gave much more influence on their own cities and immediate vicinity vs locations farther out in the kingdom.

Engineering - Generally anything falling under the "Public Works" umbrella. Depending on the city this can also include additional tasks such as monitoring mining operations (The Beacon has this as a subdepartment) This is held in just as high regard as administration. While the Sovereigns CAN handle all of these types of tasks on their own they are of the opinion that their people should contribute to and take care of the space they live in. This also includes a very complex system of communication and monitoring the Sovereign's city-form.

As you can imagine Administration and Engineering both think they are better than the other

Namesakes - They are an incredibly diminished version of a Sovereign that are generally installed at towns and cities of a certain size and share the same name. Unlike Sovereigns, they are not completely anchored to that location. Training in both engineering and administration is required. Sovereigns can "promote" people into Namesakes, which is also causes them to be added into family trees. All Namesakes are therefore also royals. In the case of Twelve Winds, they did in fact start out as one of Aki's relatives that was looking to prove themselves and worked their way up into a Namesake.

Namesakes can technically "promote" others into Namesakes but it's an exponential decline in ability so this is not typically done.

~Other Things of Note~

*Aki operating as his "Fairskies" trader alias is actually a totally separate thing from his original build as a trader

*Subore goes by his middle name instead of his first name (Morgan)

*Valley is a normal citizen that was promoted into a royal via magic lineage. I'll probably get into this in some later post but this situation was actually a huge mess

*A lot of events are driven by one of my favorite tropes, Idiot Plot. Even if I state, oh yeah so-and-so is smart, the reality is that no actually most of these characters are incredibly dumb in one way or another

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Hee Hee. Ephraim Hardcastle in the DM actually calls him "Scooby Doo." by u/Von_und_zu_

Hee Hee. Ephraim Hardcastle in the DM actually calls him "Scooby Doo." https://ift.tt/7H6Nxm5 am giggling like a 5 year old over this. Side note: I'm not sure why Mr. Alias thinks the King will face any fallout due to the Dutch translators' "error." The 2nd item in the column is this little interesting tidbit. It seems that Harold "wasn't interested" in a Commonwealth gig in 2015..... Hmmmm. https://ift.tt/Tsq2xlB post link: https://ift.tt/BMHKhmN author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: September 05, 2024 at 03:57AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[czenzo]

talk shop tuesday! LOVE your article in Tea, Toast & Ghosts zine and very curious how you came up with it. are there any skits that didn't make it in the final article? what are other insights you'd like to share about your piece?

thank you so much!! I loved writing that piece and it's been so nice reading everyone's kind words about it :)

the idea came to me quite quickly, and iirc it was the only idea I pitched in my zine application that I genuinely cared about (I honestly can't remember what my other pitches were... one might have been written by Kipps??)... writing Skull's dialogue is one of my favourite things to do in Lockwood fics and is by far one of the things I get complimented on most by wonderful commenters (<33), so I wanted to take that with me into the zine, and what better way to fit the theme than with an advice column?

deciding Skull's alias posed a challenge for a while; finding a balance between something that didn't make it blatantly obvious a haunted skull was writing the article to in-universe readers, and making sure our zine's readers could actually tell our dear Skull was the writer was quite difficult. S. Koll and S. K. Ullsworth were my two other options, but in the end I'm very happy I went with Yorick A. Lias. it's the perfect amount of stupid, in my opinion. I can't tell whether Lucy would love it or hate it. maybe a bit of both?

the first couple of Q&As I drafted for it were scrapped after the first check-in; they were too long and not as in-character as the mod team (who were fantastic, by the way) would've liked them to be. they're also nowhere near as funny as the final piece so I won't delve into their actual contents, but the scrapped titles were 'Turducken Tragedy' and 'A Ghostly Reminder'. I also toyed with the idea of a question being written by Holly, but ultimately I never got round to drafting that.

after taking some time to study Skull's canon dialogue and with a bit more direction from the mod team, I was on my way! the rest of the Q&As that I came up with made it into the final piece, which was quite unusual. I was expecting to have to scrap/rework a few others, but I ended up getting into Skull's head-space (skull-space?) quite easily after that. I knew I definitely wanted at least two from George teasing and winding Skull up, and I knew I wanted the opportunity to poke fun at/give little cameos to other characters, so they served as the inspiration for the rest of the questions.

as for other insights... I think all of the article's easter eggs will have been picked up by most readers, so I won't delve into those – but what I will say is if you were wondering if the writer of 'Fruity Fortification' was a nod to our beloved Ruby Stokes, you're absolutely right! ;D

[elite-amarys]

case $- in     i) ;;       *) return;; esac

don't put duplicate lines or lines starting with space in the history.

See bash(1) for more options

HISTCONTROL=ignoreboth

append to the history file, don't overwrite it

shopt -s histappend

for setting history length see HISTSIZE and HISTFILESIZE in bash(1)

HISTSIZE=1000 HISTFILESIZE=2000

check the window size after each command and, if necessary,

update the values of LINES and COLUMNS.

shopt -s checkwinsize

If set, the pattern "**" used in a pathname expansion context will

match all files and zero or more directories and subdirectories.

shopt -s globstar

make less more friendly for non-text input files, see lesspipe(1)

[ -x /usr/bin/lesspipe ] && eval "$(SHELL=/bin/sh lesspipe)"

set variable identifying the chroot you work in (used in the prompt below)

if [ -z "${debian_chroot:-}" ] && [ -r /etc/debian_chroot ]; then     debian_chroot=$(cat /etc/debian_chroot) fi

set a fancy prompt (non-color, unless we know we "want" color)

case "$TERM" in     xterm-color|*-256color) color_prompt=yes;; esac

uncomment for a colored prompt, if the terminal has the capability; turned

off by default to not distract the user: the focus in a terminal window

should be on the output of commands, not on the prompt

force_color_prompt=yes

if [ -n "$force_color_prompt" ]; then     if [ -x /usr/bin/tput ] && tput setaf 1 >&/dev/null; then

We have color support; assume it's compliant with Ecma-48

(ISO/IEC-6429). (Lack of such support is extremely rare, and such

a case would tend to support setf rather than setaf.)

color_prompt=yes     else color_prompt=     fi fi

if [ "$color_prompt" = yes ]; then     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}[\033[01;32m]\u@\h[\033[00m]:[\033[01;34m]\w[\033[00m]\$ ' else     PS1='${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h:\w\$ ' fi unset color_prompt force_color_prompt

If this is an xterm set the title to user@host:dir

case "$TERM" in xterm|rxvt)     PS1="[\e]0;${debian_chroot:+($debian_chroot)}\u@\h: \w\a]$PS1"     ;; *)     ;; esac

enable color support of ls and also add handy aliases

if [ -x /usr/bin/dircolors ]; then     test -r ~/.dircolors && eval "$(dircolors -b ~/.dircolors)" || eval "$(dircolors -b)"     alias ls='ls --color=auto'     #alias dir='dir --color=auto'     #alias vdir='vdir --color=auto'

    alias grep='grep --color=auto'     alias fgrep='fgrep --color=auto'     alias egrep='egrep --color=auto' fi

colored GCC warnings and errors

export GCC_COLORS='error=01;31:warning=01;35:note=01;36:caret=01;32:locus=01:quote=01'

some more ls aliases

alias ll='ls -alF' alias la='ls -A' alias l='ls -CF'

Add an "alert" alias for long running commands.  Use like so:

  sleep 10; alert

alias alert='notify-send --urgency=low -i "$([ $? = 0 ] && echo terminal || echo error)" "$(history|tail -n1|sed -e '\''s/^\s[0-9]+\s//;s/[;&|]\s*alert$//'\'')"'

Alias definitions.

You may want to put all your additions into a separate file like

~/.bash_aliases, instead of adding them here directly.

See /usr/share/doc/bash-doc/examples in the bash-doc package.

if [ -f ~/.bash_aliases ]; then     . ~/.bash_aliases fi

enable programmable completion features (you don't need to enable

this, if it's already enabled in /etc/bash.bashrc and /etc/profile

sources /etc/bash.bashrc).

if ! shopt -oq posix; then   if [ -f /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion ]; then     . /usr/share/bash-completion/bash_completion   elif [ -f /etc/bash_completion ]; then     . /etc/bash_completion   fi fi

echo poryOSwelcome

REQUEST TO ENTER COMMAND INTO BASH SHELL INTERPRETER: DENIED.

ALTERNATIVE COMMAND:

DROP TABLE IF EXISTS: YOUR LIFE.

[daybreakrising]

G.OROU - MUSE DIRECTORY

tag links: headcanons | about | visage

BASICS.

name: g.orou alias: general of the w.atatsumi army; top dog g.orou; ms. hina (technically-) age: 23 p/ns: he / him sexuality: bisexual & biromantic height: 5'8" hair: caramel-brown & white eyes: teal-blue

full bio (tba)

VERSES.

MAIN. follow my lead.

g.orou is the general of the w.atatsumi army, and well loved amongst his soldiers. a little hot-headed in the midst of battle, he is very affable and gets along brilliantly with those around him, always willing to lend an ear to their troubles. he also writes a help column for yae publishing house, under the penname "ms. hina", though he is unaware of this penname and believes ms. hina to be another columnist.

LORE.

this section is primarily for quick-access to key headcanons that are important to my portrayal, or for further information on specific aspects of their background.

tba

WISHLIST.

INTERACTIONS. canon dynamics: k.okomi; i.tto; h.eizou; t.homa; k.azuha; k.ujou sara; r.aiden; traveller; yae miko; y.oimiya; b.eidou; a.yaka; a.yato; s.ayu; k.irara; lisa non-canon dynamics: c.yno; r.azor; w.riothesley; k.aeya; jean; x.iao; t.ighnari

SHIPPING. status: open preferences: no particular preference for any gender, but is more easily flustered with women notes: needs a partner to respect his boundaries regarding his ears and tail - those he trusts and holds deep connections with are permitted to touch once he has expressed consent for them to do so, but until that consent is given, he is uncomfortable with people trying to touch his ears or tail.

[lonely-soul-02]

Sara and Noel broke up in August last year. They even made that trip to Spain at the end of July, I believe it was the last attempt to save the marriage. Even though the two were "separated at home", it is very strange that her first act is going to bdsm clubs (I've seen people say that she has been going since the end of 2021, which matches the information that they are in crisis for 18 months before the official announcement of the divorce made in January of that year).

Perhaps her reason for initiating the divorce was the sum of these factors: she wanted to go to parties and he didn't (which Sun has already said); the pandemic wore down the relationship and the her love ended; she may have cheated on him at a bdsm club (Stacey Duguid said her friend "Zoe" -who some guys believe is Sara's alias- hooked up with a German guy in the torture garden and she posted this in her telegraph's column weeks before Glastonbury 2022), and afraid that he would find out and she would lose divorce rights if the story became public, she decided to go ahead and ask for a separation (the marriage was already over in practice, so ask for a divorce before this club/cheating thing got over making it known to Noel and the public was the only advantage left to her).

Of course, it could have been Noel who cheated on her and that's why she filed for divorce, but the thing is, there's no evidence of that, whereas there are indications that Sara cheated on him while she was still not only legally married, but when they were still living together, and when Noel still loved her and believed he could save the marriage. This is why the fandom speculates more about Sara cheating than Noel cheating on her. But it is, all and only speculation.

I get what you're saying. I certainly don't rule it out, I just don't like to draw conclusions when we've so little to go by. Indications aren't evidence, after all. Sometimes it's a case of appearances being deceptive. And we don't know what arrangements they might've had in place. I know of a couple who, in their hearts and minds, were 'separated' but put on an appearance of being together for the sake of the kids for a couple of years while they sorted things out. During that time they technically had an open marriage, but nobody else knew that and to outsiders it would've looked suspicious. But for Noel and Sara it could also be the case that no cheating at all took place.

FYI the Sun claimed that it was Sara who was fed up of Noel's 'partying' which I personally find difficult to believe as it's well known Sara is a party animal. Noel has said so himself on numerous occasions.