#and it's probably not within your ability TO fix the situation. (and definitely not your job)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:

There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’

like wow babe. good fucking point

[inaconstantstateofchange]

Which of the seven deadly sins best represents your OC? Which virtue? Would you consider them a "good person" or is their morality flexible based on their company?

Given the choice between ultimate power or happiness, what would they choose?

Okay, I'm gonna answer this for my newest OC: Silke

Sin: Pride

Silke would not consider this a sin - rather, he was a skilled craftsman, justifiably proud of his ability. (His use-name came from his talent for metalwork, which under his hands was as smooth and supple as silk.)

He did not make friends easily amongst his peers, not by design, but more by disregard. He was devoted to his craft in the way another might be to a lover, and his attention could only be temporarily drawn from it by the promise of some notable innovation, whether it applied to his own work or not. Those who did gather around him in a loose association were typically those similarly focused on their craft, and the group as a whole found their skill and artistry growing by leaps and bounds as they inspired one another.

His pride also landed him in his current situation, torn from his guild even before his capture by the Nautiloid, and pact-bound to a capricious and malicious Archfey. To make a much longer story a bit shorter, he was caught unwillingly within the political machinations of several fey, and wound up shouldering the blame for the destruction of a beloved heirloom blade of his now-patron's house. His pride drove him to claim he could fix it before defending his own innocence, and nothing else mattered after that proclamation.

His patron bound Silke to their service until such time as he made good on his promise - a task widely and secretly considered to the fey as impossible - with one additional caveat: no metalwork was to cross his fingers until such time as the sword was restored.

His guild quietly iced him out after that, unwilling to explicitly break ties, but not wanting to be implicated in any further dealings of the fey. When he proved unable to contribute anything further to the craft, they had their perfect excuse, and showed him the door, wishing him well with unbecoming relief.

Silke joined a mercenary company for lack of better opportunity, quietly determined to regain his craft and revenge himself on any fey involved.

[remainder going under a cut, since this got long]

Virtue: Diligence (or Fortitude)

Silke has never shied away from hard work, or the pursuit of long-term goals. While his detractors would often attempt to downplay his success by claiming it simply natural talent, he always kept kept his first few solo projects near at hand to showcase. He found no shame in the clumsy workings of them, but rather pride in the proof of his progress and the results of his efforts.

Morality

Silke is probably fairly close to True Neutral. He's a bit too narrowly-focused on his own aims to be a truly good person, but he's also not easily influenced by those around him. Of late, he has found that making people like you can have certain benefits, and so he has been increasingly leaning toward actions that will engender such feelings in them.

Power or Happiness?

If presented with this question, Silke would scrupulously interrogate the being posing it, to determine the exact definitions of each. Ultimately, however, he would choose the power to craft his own happiness.

[novemberthecatadmirer]

Thoughts on Elves’ Perception of Death

CW: Discussion on the topic of how people view suicide.

I have been thinking about how elves may view death.

Like when mortals die they get yote to Only-God-Knows-Where, and Morgoth took benefit of this ambiguity and made people fear death. And I can see how fear of death can benefit his goal of making everyone fucking crazy and evil.

For elves they knew where they are going: They are going to Mandos-filled-with-top-tier-tapestries to have some personal reflections and nice rest and then eventually be thrown back to the world to try (suffer) again.

My personal head canon of Mandos: It was COZY. Great fiber art. Hang out with your dead relatives. Had equivalent of televisions livestreaming all the dramas of the living world. 

Yeah there were people that were desperate to get back to their life again to continue the good fight, but they were not able to because their souls were still injured by death, or they got stopped by overworked maiar (exasperated medical workers) because they were not completely healed and “stop being difficult we do not want to see you back within a hundred of years”. But there were definitely a few people who had to be basically kicked out (“you are healed enough, we have limited spaces, and the construction team for hall expansion are fucking tired.”) 

Miriel got away by “I want to help with your wife making tapestries.” 

Namo was offended that people call his hospital jail. Yeah most people did not want to stay in hospital, but can’t you see it is necessary?

So now here is the problem. When the choice is between death (and go to elf therapy center) and torture & enslavement (being forced to serve the evil and possibly still die and go to elf therapy center, only now you need much, much more therapy), what would be the more sensible choice?

I feel Tolkien possibly had awareness of this problem, so he had this idea that elves were not allowed to suicide. Unless they get raped. That’s interesting that he thought being raped is the absolutely worst thing that could be inflicted on a person, and I still do not have much clear opinion on that. In general I think there are many awful things a person can suffer, and for many of them you cannot figure out which is awful and which is awful but not that awful. Each of them fucks you up in different ways. Thus, I cannot find myself to accept this idea as canon.

Also, even this is true, elves cannot suicide, can’t they mercy kill each other when the situation was dare?

So either elves cannot suicide at all no matter how (which is kinda contrary to canon,) or they were free to murder themselves for whatever reasons.

I find myself accept the idea that Morgoth and some of his servants had the abilities to trap people’s souls and force them to live. Basically, you do not get to stay died in Angband when you are not allowed to die. The evil had some wicked healing power, when you die they just revive you in your broken body and fix you enough for you to continue to be tortured/used by them. There was no way to escape, even through death.

(Yes, I am the person who believed Morgoth and Sauron were much more evil and awful and creative and smart than people give them credit for. I think of Morgoth as atrocities of invasion wars, and Sauron as atrocities of authoritarian governments. Morgoth provided the core concept and Sauron provided the methods.)

So, do elves view death the same way our mortals view death?

Death had been viewed as an escape for some human, even we do not know if we have an afterlife or not. No matter justified or not (and I don’t think anyone of us can judge each other’s decisions), many who committed suicide wanted a way to stop the pain they are suffering, in body or in mind or in both. Many of them did not even believe their existence would go anywhere other than fading into the void nothingness, but did the act because they just wanted to stop existing.

And elves knew there is a place waiting for them. That knowledge... Probably can be strangely comforting.

Does that make fighting to death in battles less scary? Does that make killing yourself less terrifying? Does that make killing someone else less guilt wracking because you can be delusional enough to somehow convince yourself that it is... less permanent?

Also, what does it really mean when an elf choose death over something else? Do they view death as a way out of confinement, that they see freedom in death?

I think Eol probably somehow convinced himself that he could use death as a quick escape for him, his son, and possibly his wife as a way out of the wicked city (which was apparently awful and delusional) (And my personal headcanon is he rejected Call from Mandos and became a wandering houseless spirit and got to see how things turned to shit for his son and prayed someone could come to kill and release his son from all these Noldor shit and wished he succeed in killing his son but he could do nothing because he was a bodiless spirit)

I think Maedros chose to jump the fuck down into that blasted lava pit because he did not even want an afterlife. He just wanted to stop existing and he knew he could not because he was an elf, and even the mortal cannot stop existing they just got sent to somewhere else. He was also scared of being sent to everlasting darkness. So he jumped into this shiny bright fire pit, hoped it would burn him and take away everything of him including all the sin he committed.

My headcanon for the everlasting darkness: 

It does not exist.

No, you do not go wherever you imagine after death. You either go to Mandos then get sent back to life when you are elf, or go to Mandos then get sent to Eru-knows-where when you are mortal, we don’t know what happens if you are dwarf but there is a place for you, or you reject the call and wander as a spirit and SUFFER. But you do not go to a place made up by your melodramatic father in his rage for his awful poetic oath because it does not exist.

Feanorians swore to be casted to something that did not even exist.

They did drown in everlasting darkness, metaphorically. They went there not because of their oath, but because of the things they did.

[behindthewox]

Don’t you think that when you’re cyber bullying Dan, and trying to throw him under the bus, it will lead to more people doing the same thing?

Dan has created an incredible community with a lot of amazing people, but trash talking him and the community he has created is just ruining the fun. A lot of us LOVE the community. A lot of us appreciate all the hard work Dan has put into this. A lot of us understand that it’s impossible for him to share everything with the community.

Bugs happens and it’s not always easy to estimate how long it will take to fix, but complaining about it and spreading negative energy is just awful. I’m sure Dan is doing everything he can for us, even if he gets bullied by you and a lot of other people.

If we look at the mail he got from the WoP MoM/HM, I totally understand his response. If people would go together instead of communicating with me, I would probably have lost my trust in my staff as well. If you would have gotten the mail from the WoP MoM/HMs, how would you have reacted?

I'm not sure where the cyberbullying accusations come from, but I firmly believe that they are unfounded and you're just grabbing a negative term that evokes an emotional response in an attempt to make others think badly of me. Look up the definition of bullying and compare it to the definition of criticising, and see if you can still confidently accuse me of the former. 

I have been a bit harsh and personal with my critique recently but criticising and voicing opinions about a public person and/or a person of authority is not bullying. If you're referring to the paragraph about talking shit about Dan, that was rhetorical and never intended to be a call to action. Maybe I should've clarified that, but it's not regular practise to add disclaimers explaining that rhetoric methods were used and pathos isn't meant to be taken literally.

(this is a long response, click the "read more" for the rest of it)

I don't know what your experience within WoX is, but mine includes several years of being a site leader and working closely with site leaders, who occasionally share their experiences. I've seen and heard a lot through the years, both good and bad. I'm sure Dan does what he thinks is the best for the sites, but what he thinks is best isn't always what's actually best and we've seen his strategies fail over and over again. So forgive me for being sceptical, I just have too much insight not to see his flaws.

If I was at the receiving end of the long letter of criticism from the WoP MoMs and HMs, I would've had a lot of feelings about it and I would've taken a step back to process it before taking any action. I would've taken my time with a response, considering each point they made and tried to look at it from their point of view. I'd question myself and my actions, and considered what had led to this situation and whether I could've prevented it or not. Once I regained the ability to be more rational than emotional, I would've called for a meeting to start working things out. My anxiety would be through the roof the whole time but I'd do my best to get through it and put my feelings to the side so I could be rational and make rational, strategic decisions.

This is something my mum always said: you should never make major decisions when you're in an emotional state. You need to be rational when making consequential decisions and feelings aren't rational. Feelings aren't permanent and once they pass, you might no longer agree with your previous thoughts. It's easy to think "I will just fire everyone" when you're angry, but once you think about it more rationally you'll probably see that it's not the best idea.

[salemfrogtrials]

She's not stupid. 

Natasha Trace is anything but, as a matter of fact. She's intelligent, and she's quick on her feet. She can think her way out of any situation given the chance, but she's never nervous. She can come up with a quick retort on a moment's notice, and that's just how it is. 

But that's partially where the issue lies. 

She knows, has known since she first enlisted, that her ability to gain respect, to be seen as an equal, is all dependent on her ability to mold to what people need of her. 

It's a given. She's known since she was a kid. Young girls are most respected when they prove themselves to be "one of the guys".

Sometimes, she just wishes it wasn't like that. She's sure, now, that her friends have seen her as she really is. 

She cares, and she wants to see her friends succeed. She loves them all so much that when they get hurt she can feel it, and she has this constant anxiety over not being the right person they need her to be. 

So when they make it clear to her that they see her as an equal, not a mother figure to fix their mistakes, it's refreshing. They respect her, they watch her back, they value her. 

They care. 

And she doesn't need to earn it. 

Bob is, admittedly, probably her best friend within the group, besides Rooster. 

Bob is intelligent, in more ways than one. He has this kind of empathy that allows him to feel every one of his own emotions, and sometimes that of those around him. 

She's not sure how it happens, but they're both talking on the beach when the topic comes up. 

"Y'know Floyd," she starts as she watches the waves crash onto the sand, "you're a good person."

He smiles at her and tilts his head. 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you're just… you. You're smart, and I know you've been told that a million times, but it's not just with information and books. It's like you have an extreme empathetic response to your friends."

He nods at her statement, seeming to really think about it for a moment. 

"I think you are too, though. You always know what someone needs, and when. It's kinda startling."

She snorts. 

"Eh. I think part of that was the innate need to be able to adapt to situations growing up. It's not the same now, but when I enlisted, I always had to be able to be what was demanded of me from any given situation."

"Like the respect you were given hinged on being able to seem calm and collected, and not super emotional?"

She nods. 

"Like I said, it's not the same now, but there was definitely a lot of that expectation, especially growing up. I think it's part of being a woman, honestly. It sucks, but it's just a given."

She looks over at Bob, partially to gauge his reaction to her statement, but he's just looking out at the water. For a moment, he had that look on his face that tells her he's thinking about something important, before he nods once again. 

"I think it is, too. It always sucked."

That, admittedly, throws her for a loop. But she knows he had sisters growing up, so it's possible he just picked up on it as a kid. 

Still, she wants to ask. 

"How would you know?"

He doesn't actually look at her, instead just keeps his eyes resolutely forward, staring, staring, until she finally gets it. 

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Huh. Cool."

And that's it. She can see him relax slightly at her response, as if he expected some huge reaction. 

"You know," he says, "You're the first person I've told."

She smiles and leans against his side, watching the water move out in the distance, as the waves keep coming. The world keeps spinning, and nothing changes. It's always been this way.

"I'm honored."

~~

Hnngg I have so many ideas about their friendship and just- ugh. Anyway, have my trans Bob headcanon, featuring phoenix being someone he trusts deeply.

[analysisn3rd]

Lucy Maud Montgomery

Morality

Lucy has a complicated morality. This is due to two reasons; her past, and her work with the Guild. I will expand on both of those in a moment, but I would like to place her on the scale before doing so. Placing her in a fixed position is a difficult task, because although she’s a kind and caring person, she doesn’t exactly show that, meaning it would be hard for some people to view her as she actually is. I would place her on the lighter end of the scale, though I am not sure where she will exactly be.

Now onto the reasons why her morality is the way it is. Something that has factored into it is obviously her past. Before joining the Guild, she lived in an orphanage, where she was treated harshly and possibly abused. A situation much like hers would definitely mess up a person’s perception of the world around them, of other people, and of morality. Another reason that factors into this is the way she was treated during her time working at the Guild. Fitzgerald treated her as a mere pawn. To him, she was just someone he needed to use to get what he wants from her. She was never a real person to him, and that, much like her experience in the orphanage, would undoubtedly affect her view on people and morals.

Although she has been through all of that, she still has kindness within her. It’s only shown a few times in the anime, as it’s more existent in the manga, but she cares deeply about the Agency members, especially Atsushi. There is no clear reason as to why she’s still kind after all she’s been through, as it’s difficult to not start to think in the same manner as those around you in this specific aspect, but I believe that it has to do with the fact that she simply hopes to receive better treatment from others.

Personality and insecurities

Despite being a kind person, Lucy often hides behind a mask of rudeness and harshness. That is clearly due to her life at the orphanage and with the Guild, because in both of those places, where she’s been for the majority of her life before the Guild arc, she would get hurt if she showed how kind she really is. Before meeting Atsushi, she viewed kindness as vulnerability, because that was what she was taught to think of kindness. She believed that kindness is weakness. Although she’s a very forward and blunt person, she’s very much the opposite of that when it comes to her emotions or matters that deal with the more emotional aspect of things.

Much like the character Anne in the author’s books, Lucy doesn’t really have a definitive goal for herself. She doesn’t really have a defined goal, and this shows in the aftermath of the Guild arc, where she ended up working in Café Uzumaki.

In terms of insecurities, I believe that she is afraid of abandonment. This is shown clearly in both the anime and manga, as she stuck with the Guild, even though the leader treated her awfully, and as she never attempted to escape from the orphanage . She simply doesn’t want to be left alone again, like she was in the orphanage. She doesn’t want to be abandoned or forgotten. She wants to have a place of her own, a place where she belongs, regardless of how she’s being treated.

Another thing that she is possibly afraid of is vulnerability and intimacy. This is as when someone is vulnerable and intimate with another, they could see the worst part of you. The most hurt part. It’s possible for them to hurt you more if they know your weak points and what you’re terrified of. That is simply why Lucy is scared of such a thing. She’s been hurt before, and she simply doesn’t want to experience that again.

Ability

Lucy’s ability is called ‘Anne of Abyssal Red’ and it’s based off of the author’s most popular series of works; ‘Anne of Green Gables’. The only similarity I find between the two, as I read the book when I was younger, is the name of the ability. The ability itself is probably a defensive one, as she creates a large room that is existing in another reality than the one that we live in. Inside that room is a large doll named Anne. What she does is capture people, but not harm them. In her own way, she is Lucy’s protector.

Connections between the author and the character

Lucy is one of the few characters who has mostly similarities with her real-life counterpart, and they are as follows: 1. The author lived most of her childhood alone, as her mother died when she was young and her father left her. This is similar to the character being in an orphanage for most of her life.

2. As the author was lonely as a child, she found companionship in her imagination, books, writing and nature; she also had multiple imaginary friends. The character counterpart has her own separate reality with her own friend, of sorts, due to her ability.

3. The author had experienced multiple hardships in her life, and yet was able to write about beauty and nature in her writings, which is akin to how the character had had many atrocious experiences in her life and is still able to hope for better.

Conclusion

Lucy is an incredibly misunderstood character. I have seen countless people misinterpret her as an asshole and, to me, it makes no sense because she’s a genuinely kind person, even though she might not seem it. That was the main reason I wrote this analysis, so that I could convey how the character actually is, and how I personally perceive her, which is what I shall discuss here. 

She’s an incredible character. Brilliantly well written, much like the rest of Asagiri-san’s characters. I would consider her to be one of my favourites for many reasons with the most prominent being that she reminds me of my childhood in a way. Overall, she’s just an incredible character who I think is very under-appreciated.

[soul-dwelling]

Nah I think the fact that we already had the plotpoint of Jonah changing the looks of charachters, the later doppelganger plot feels like a later idea - so Iris was probably not planned to be some thought-form. Just the whole orphanage situation debunks it, and makes me think that probably it really was about making biological clones to power Ametarasu or something (maybe a good scientist took her away and put her into the orphanage, so she wouldnt end up like Ametarasu, but depends on how early the orphanage was hinted to be evil)

Spoiler warnings for Fire Force and, of all things, Blue Exorcist, Gargoyles, and Fullmetal Alchemist.

Konro did fight his doppelganger in the Asakusa Arc, however, before the Nether Arc revealed Amaterasu looking like Iris. Granted, the story could have waved that away and insist the Konro doppelanger was also a clone, or, since Jonah was involved in that arc, too, was someone else altered to look like Konro. Maybe the story could have changed that later to make the Konro doppelganger into another clone, but I am starting to doubt more and more that cloning would have been the explanation. 

(The cloning approach also would make Fire Force become way too similar to Blue Exorcist...Granted, Fire Force is already too similar to Blue Exorcist: Shinra is pretty much a Rin lookalike with similar powers, similar angst over parental and sibling issues, maybe a little similar personality, similar interest in a Kamen Rider expy, and a similar devil and flames motif.) 

And yeah, your thinking is pretty much the same as my friend elliotthezubat, who, before the doppel reveal, thought that Iris was one of a number of lookalikes who were periodically sacrificed to keep the Amaterasu power plant running. Then the manga did the doppel stuff, then seemed to imply that for all the talk of all the religions being bullshit that “gods” still existed, then did the confusing explanation about Shinra and Sho’s mother and the Evangelist--and along with all the other nonsense in that series’s final arc (Ohkubo using Tamaki for his gross soapbox speech), I had lost patience with this shitty series. 

I do wonder when the orphanage was first hinted to be evil, because even the reveal about who Sumire really was felt, not like a retcon exactly, but definitely a "this could have been set up better and earlier" problem. You couldn't have made it more obvious that Sumire looks like someone we already met before? Even Gargoyles hanged a lampshade pointing out how similar Owen and Vogel looked before that shocking reveal--a reveal that was foreshadowed a long time ago.

What was the worst the orphanage did beyond discouraging Hibana from using her flame ability? That wasn't the worst practical advice ("little kids shouldn't be using fire, everyone is jittery because people keep turning into pyrokinetics"), but maybe it was hinting at hypocrisy within the religion ("we preach that we should worship the sun but hate fire")...except, you know, the sun is all the way out there, that's not quite the same as fire--ugh, my self-doubts about the logic of this series would not be so bothersome if the series ended better.

I can appreciate not revealing the evil origins of the orphanage and the Church and on and on until far later so as not to inundate an audience with more than they can process--but sometimes you want a series to not toy with the audience just for the sake of a stupid plot twist (I am irate about recent Bungo Stray Dogs episodes...), or you want a series to fix stuff in adaptation (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood fixed so many problems I had with the original manga, and all they did to fix it was have Episode 1 say, "We're already starting with Father and alkahestry so that the Ling stuff later doesn't seem like such a narrative swerve or potential retcon that will confuse new manga readers who only know the 2003 anime").

[contacteastshore]

Complete Bitcoin Miners Require Product Managers?

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Have you ever hear about bitcoins? It's the craziest issue - people are in the way writing their own product or service development definition together with inventing a brand new foreign exchange! This currency lacks the ties to any sort of government or nation. The whole thing "lives" inside minds of the pcs who together comprise the Internet. The math concepts behind it is a great deal complex, but it is very much growing in acceptance and, more importantly, you can easily buy things applying bicoins. Microsoft just lately announced that they would probably accept bitcoin with payment for their solutions. What does this mean for item managers?

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To Enjoy In The World Of Bitcoins, You've Got To Become A Miner

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As bitcoins started to show up ever more, people started to take them in exchange with regard to real-world goods. When other people saw that the was happening, people become motivated to undertake more mining. So as to solve the mathematics problem quicker, large, faster computers have been needed. Investments within data center options were made and additionally what had been whatever people where working at at home on sacrifice computers quickly end up an industrial process almost overnight.

There would be one wrinkle from this whole "print ones own money" scheme. Much like "real world" stock markets like the dollar, european, yen, ruble, and so on the exchange charge for bitcoins is not really a fixed thing. Imagine on any offered day, the value in the bitcoins that you own personal can go as well up or off. If your business is usually involved in mining, next any big downward spiral in the value with bitcoins could have an exceptionally large impact on that profitability of your company.

How To Stay In Company In The World Of Bitcoins

As product administrators, if we want to get something to put with our product office manager resume then it can be our responsibility make sure that the company is a financial success no matter what product or service i am selling. In the case of some sort of bitcoin miner, we could selling a exploration service that brings about value simply by constructing more bitcoins. Among the list of things that we need to stay aware of is the benefits of bitcoins since as the value falls, the funds that him and i have to work with are going to be limited.

The way that will bitcoins are created is actually by having computers clear up a math trouble. When the math concern is solved, the firm will received even more bitcoins for our attempt. The challenge is which computers are becoming sooner and faster and that is certainly allowing more competition to enter into forex. As product leaders we need to take steps are very important the company is able to increase our capacity in addition to increate the computer resources.

Right now the modern world of bitcoins is incredibly much like an unsettled frontier. The rules never have yet been published; however , there is a lot of money to be gained. Product managers receive an important role to help play in keeping this company that they work for afloat by watching what's happening with bitcoin change rates and so that bitcoin mining ability is being maximized.

Precisely what All Of This Means For People

Talk about a challenge! Product or service managers who are buying real challenge are definitely the ones who will wind up working for a company that's in the business of exploration bitcoins. There is no many other firm or system manager job account that we can examine as a reference once we find ourselves in such a situation. This is a serious challenge!

The company goes a series of computers this spend their time period solving a cost problem that, when solved, will provide the organization with the funds that any of us need to keep going. Since product managers we should instead remain aware of precisely what the current exchange amount for bitcoins is normally. Additionally , we need to often be looking for ways that we may well expand the scheming capacity that the corporation uses to create bitcoins.

This is a crowded sector and it may become much more crowded over time since more players insert the market. With a robust guiding hand a product or service manager can help their own company to continue to advance forward in an truly changing market. If you're looking for a real excursion, this might be the occupation that you want!

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Car Lemon Laws -- A Means In order to Protect Consumer Rights

You have probably heard about automobile lemon laws before, but you don't understand the implications of the laws? As a consumer, you should, because typically the automobile lemon laws will serve you in situations to end up inadvertently getting a lemon. Nowadays you may even become more confused. The lemon in issue isn't that citrus fruits sitting on the cooking area counter. In customer parlance, a lime is a thing that is faulty or does not really meet the specifications, particularly a vehicle it does not run correctly, has irreparable damage, or fails to be able to conform to safety precautions. https://www.irvsvwrestoration.co.uk/porsche-restorations/ refer to laws that protects consumers who fall victim to such malfunctioning purchases. All areas have automobile " lemon " laws, and the particular specifications of the laws may vary on a state-to-state level. However, the main concept of the car lemon laws is usually the same. Vehicle lemon laws give the consumer the appropriate to demand for fixes, a suitable alternative, or a total refund. If you buy an imperfect motor vehicle, car lemon laws can require the maker to be able to provide all necessary repairs to repair your vehicle. The vehicle lemon laws let the manufacturer a certain amount of time, or could be a predefined amount of attempts in order to repair the vehicle. When the vehicle is definitely still not inside order after this allowance, then typically the manufacturer has to exchange the car, below automobile lemon laws and regulations. As the operator in the car, a person may also utilize automobile lemon laws and regulations to opt for a complete repayment of the defective motor vehicle. Such refunds will consist of not only the particular retail cost involving the vehicle which you have paid to the manufacturer, but the taxes and costs as well. Vehicle lemon laws also grant you refund for expenses about rental cars which often you may buy when your substandard car was under repair, as properly as the real cost of the repairs themselves. When filing charges under typically the automobile lemon rules, you must consider the period associated with time wherein you happen to be allowed to document suit. This windows differs from state to be able to state, several automobile lemon laws provide you about 2 to 3 years. You need to also make certain that your vehicle is even now included in the initial manufacturer's warranty. Filing a lawsuit within the automobile lemon laws and regulations is quite simple and you are able to probably do it on your own, however it is also some sort of good idea to use a lawyer specialized in in automobile " lemon " law proceedings. Just what you have to be able to do is contact the manufacturer with the vehicle and inform them of your own complaints. Take note that the vehicle lemon laws is only going to work for an individual if you have a look at the manufacturer and not the dealer. Make sure that will you have the ability to your own paperwork as a way because these will end up being required in the particular court proceedings. When the manufacturer will be faced with a lawsuit regarding auto lemon laws, these people will usually become accommodating and desperate to repair your automobile, or maybe provide some sort of replacement. In rare circumstances where the company refuses to get close to, the case will get to court in addition to the services of the automobile lemon law attorney are necessary.

[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

Faust [Sakusa Kiyoomi]

Part of the Deal with the Devil collab hosted by the wonderful @seijorhi​ I highly recommend literally any of her works they’re all amazing.  My apologies for being a few days late but for some reason this piece was giving me so much trouble and I had to rewrite it a few times.  Still not satisfied with it but I’ve let it go too far past the deadline.

tw: dubcon, yandere sakusa, obsessive thoughts

Even by demonic standards, Sakusa Kiyoomi is cold and unemotional.  In fact, it's one of the things he prides himself on: his ability to cautiously and objectively judge any situation.  Which is why he hates you.  Well more accurately he hates what you've done to him.  Sakusa Kiyoomi can't go two fucking seconds without picturing your cute little smile, or the arch of you body.  You're messing with his head and you don't even know it.  He hates the lengths he's gone to have you in his grasp.  He hates that he's willing to do just about anything to have you.  Was it too much to give all your closest friends life threatening diseases?  Probably.  But was it worth it to have you begging, on your knees, to make a deal with him?  Definitely.  

You're at your wits end, with all your close friends dying and acquaintances mostly dead.  You've probably shed more tears this past week than you have your entire life.  Visiting the hospital is emotionally exhausting.  But what's even worse is watching the life slowly drain from the people you love.  To watch idly as they waste away, with sunken cheeks and pallid skin.  All your sick days, vacation days, any sort of break days have been used up.  Your boss was understanding the first two times, but lately you're pretty sure your boss doesn't believe you anymore.  If you were in their position you wouldn't believe yourself either.  What are the odds that a person has three acquaintances die unrelated deaths within weeks of each other?  And what's more, what are the odds of the rest of your friends being incapacitated in some way, trying to recover in the hospital?  It seems like excuses made in poor taste to your boss, and you can't blame them for being suspicious.  Also, you’re kinda surprised your boss hasn’t died of unforeseen circumstances yet.  You can’t find it in your heart to be upset with anyone anymore, especially when everyone you talk to seems to drop dead like flies soon after.  

But no matter how many days you take off it's not enough.  Honestly you don't think you're ever going to be the same.  After the second death you started seeing a therapist.  Only for the therapist to get diagnosed with cancer.  You really must be cursed somehow.  

So when you dream of a handsome man, offering to help you, you take it without hesitation.  At this point you're so mentally worn down that you'd do anything to just see your friends be happy and healthy again.  Placing your trust in someone else, even for a brief moment in a dream, makes you feel just a bit better.  He promised he could cure everyone, but each person had a different price.  The closer they were, the steeper the price.  You looked in his dark eyes, asked him to fix everyone, and shook his hand, agreeing to pay up for every single life.

When you wake up that day, everything feels normal.  That is, until you see the man you were dreaming about standing beside your bed.

“Time to collect the first of many payments.”

“What the hell?”  Sleepy, bleary eyes close as you turn to the other side and try to go back to sleep, believing him to just be a figment of your imagination.

A cold, gloved hand cracks through the air like a whip, landing a stinging slap to your cheek.  “You made a deal.  It’s time to pay up.” 

Before you can get a word in, he tugs his gloves off and snaps his fingers, the sharp sound puncturing the silence.  A flash of heat warms your body, heat combatting the chill in the air.  

He clambers over you, tangling his legs with yours while pinning your arms down and tucking his head in the crook of your neck, taking in a deep inhale.  

God, he loves how you smell.  So perfect.  And you have no idea just what you’ve gotten yourself into.  You let out a small whimper, fully aware of what’s going on.  There’s a wetness between your thighs that certainly wasn’t there a few minutes ago.  A deep, aching need consumes you, and you buck up against him for something, any sort of stimulation.  

He gets off of you, and just stares at you with those dark eyes of his.  

“Please... help me... I-I need you to fill me up”

He just gives you a ‘tsk’ in response, content for now to just watch you lose yourself to lust, to watch your mind turn itself inside out.

[zv5x]

Random Yan!Spirit fic that absolutely nobody asked for, because I'm a degenerate simp lol

Yandere!Spirit, here we gooo (thorns plays faintly in background)

Also this fic is centered around an escape attempt after multiple other escape attempts, i might make a fic of the very first Yan!Spirit escape attempt if in the mood for some good old yandere angst hahah ^^

Also this might be really bad and if so I'm so sorry, my next Yan!Spirit will be so much better, I promise I didn't rush this ahh,

( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

Today would be the day you escaped this literal hell. You finally had your opportunity to escape, and you were going to snatch it without hesitation. Your heart beat fast as you made your way across the floor, being as careful as you possibly can as to not make any noise. However, you were just about to reach for the doorknob as you heard the sounds of a cutesy yawn and a sound of the floor being stepped on from the bed. You froze, and listened helplessly as you were probably being stared down in disbelief and rage.

"Dear, what are you doing?"

The voice sounded tired, especially considering it was the voice of someone who had just woken up from tonight's rest, but not too tired to where you had as much as a sliver of a chance of continuing what you were planning on doing. You couldn't bare turn around and look the source of the voice in the eyes, your current captor and current "partner". In a last ditch effort, your hand rushed towards the room's doorknob, only for you to quickly feel your wrist being quickly grabbed with an almost painful tightness. Your head whipped around, and tears stung your eyes.

"Spirit, I...I..." Your voice was hoarse and weak, and it almost hurt to speak. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was far from pleased, and you were able to rationalize that trying and defending such a betrayal of his trust was far from what he wanted from you.

Spirit clicked the roof of his mouth, shaking his head in disappointment. "Trying to escape again? Whatever am I going to do with you (Y/N), hm?" He asked, his voice calm and smooth, so calm it was like he wasn't holding your wrist in a death grip at the moment. You whimpered, trembling under his touch. He was far more powerful than you, considering you were just a mere human, and you wondered what even made you want to try something like this in the first place, especially without planning. He was a demon, and he didn't need to sleep, he was only sleeping since he finally gave you the privilege of sleeping upstairs. He could wake up anytime he pleased, he didn't need rest. You internally swore to yourself as Spirit kept a firm hold on you, keeping you from moving too much. "You just never learn, do you?"

"Let me go, Spirit."

You said under your breath, almost as if you were warning him. Staring him down, you watched as he stood shocked and silent before he burst out laughing, letting go of your wrist in favor of covering his mouth as he giggled. It took him a few seconds to pull himself together, and in those few seconds your pride was completely demolished.

Well, on the bright side (Y/N), at least he let go of your wrist.

Spirit wiped a tear from his eye before placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you dead in the eyes. "(Y/N), love, do you remember what happened the last time you went against me?" He hummed, stroking your cheek after releasing one of your shoulders. "Do you remember what I did?" Spirit asked, and you shivered as you recalled the exact "punishment" he was referring to. Your legs had *just* healed from Spirit using his abilities to snap them within a second, and you had *just* regained your ability to walk.

Spirit wiped a tear from his eye before placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you dead in the eyes. "(Y/N), love, do you remember what happened the last time you went against me?" He hummed, stroking your cheek after releasing one of your shoulders. "Do you remember what I did?" Spirit asked, and you shivered as you recalled the exact "punishment" he was referring to. Your legs had *just* healed from Spirit using his abilities to snap them within a second, and you had *just* regained your ability to walk.

"Maybe I should just get that leash I promised. You'd probably be much better behaved with it." Spirit traced a finger on your bottom lip, ignoring your protestant whining. "It'd keep you in your place, you know? You're just a human after all, it's about time you realize that."

Spirit stayed silent for a second, before shaking his head. "No matter, we have more important things to be worrying about now, don't we? We'll discuss your punishment tomorrow." He hummed happily and took your hand in his, using his free one to point to the bed. You didn't need him to say anything, and couldn't help but sigh as you did exactly what you knew he wanted you to do.

After getting you in the bed again, Spirit made it a point to hold you in place. His arms and legs were wrapped around you, and his tail curled around your thigh, rendering you absolutely unable to escape from him for a second time tonight. Not that you had any fight left in you for now, considering being laughed at was most definitely a harsh hit to the pride.

You almost couldn't hold back a sniffle as Spirit gently nuzzled you, that sickeningly sweet sound of cat-like purring becoming audible to your ears as he continued rubbing his head against your chest and neck.

Spirit took a few second break from his purring, to whisper out a reminder of how much he loved you, before returning right back to his sick little cuddle fest. Of course, you said it back, and almost fell ill as you heard him giggle happily and felt him peck you on the cheek.

He was sick, this entire situation was sick, but perhaps in a way, you were too. His body was warm, and the air felt heavy, but still, even with his total lack of care for your individually or privacy and his complete disregard for your personal space, you felt comfortable with him snuggling against you like some kind of cat.

Maybe it was the despair and the Stockholm Syndrome finally settling in, or maybe you'd have that fighting spirit back in you by the morning. But now, all you could think about was how peaceful and happy he looked being so close to you. How cute he looked while he purred and drifted off to sleep with his head against your chest.

You were taught from a young age that demons couldn't love. They were cold, calculating and evil. You held those beliefs to heart, and held Spirit to those biblical standards as well. But, perhaps, you misunderstood him. Maybe he was different. Maybe in a way, the violence and the murder, was just how he showed his love. Maybe you could fix him. Show him the error in his ways and persue a genuine and healthy relationship with him.

You hummed and kissed the top of his head, earning a sleepy squeak in response.

You'd worry about all that in the morning. You were too tired to let yourself trail off any longer.

[solomonish]

Nowdateables Helping a Struggling MC

CW for: eating disorders (alluded to but not described - discussed in the disclaimer)

as i said in the last one, i have not personally dealt with an eating disorder or someone who has one, and though the aim of this post is to provide comfort for those who have that experience, if i missed the mark or said something harmful please feel free to message me so i can fix the issue. also, here is the tumblr post i linked before with a variety of hotlines you can call if you are struggling. i urge you to seek help if you are dealing with an eating disorder, especially from professionals who can give you the attention and care you need and deserve.

Diavolo

He’s very busy with the exchange program and other royal duties, and on top of that he isn’t too familiar with humans and their many complexities. At first, he thinks that maybe you just aren’t used to Devildom cuisine or perhaps the drastic environmental changes have messed with your appetite. He mentions this to Lucifer, who ensures that he will look into it.

It isn’t until you get closer to him and he notices how uncomfortable you get at the mention of Barbatos’ cooking that he gets suspicious. This isn’t Solomon we’re talking about, MC, is something amiss?

He’d probably find out by asking one of the brothers to look into it. Once he figures it out, though, he’s all about making accommodations for you. Would you like human realm food in the RAD cafeteria? He’ll get what he can. Could he interest you in an offer to eat your lunch somewhere else, where there’s less people around? His office is free at lunch (or he will make sure it is).

He might need to be told to relax on the suggestions, but he’s not about to pressure you into anything you’re uncomfortable with. Anything you need access to, he’ll be happy to oblige, with little questions asked.

Barbatos

Barbatos is perceptive, but he also doesn’t have a lot of time to observe you and notice your odd behavior. He probably catches wind the way he normally does: the brothers hunched over and whispering (in a way he presumed was conspiratorially) and one of them (Mammon) speaking too loudly.

His specialty is in quiet care, so you’ll notice a few changes in your schedule without knowing who caused them. Suddenly, you’ll find yourself heading towards the open courtyard instead of the cramped cafeteria, or you’ll start passing Barbatos in the halls a lot more. 

He invites you to eat with him whenever he can, or to try some new recipe he’s been experimenting with. If you accept his invitation, he never casts his eyes down to “check” how much you’re eating or makes you feel uncomfortable. He just wants to reach out and give you the option to eat in what he hopes is a comfortable environment.

He’s good at providing structure, and gently urging you to help yourself without sounding too pushy or aggressive. Honestly, he’s probably one of the best people to go to for helping set out a game plan. His presence is calming, his check-ups aren’t intrusive or embarrassing, and he is excellent at helping you find the terms that work with you.

Solomon

When Solomon first notices, he doesn’t immediately jump into action. He cares - of course he does - but he more keeps an eye on you to see if any of the brothers notice and start to do something about it. Of course, he realizes pretty quickly that they don’t - he isn’t sure if he should get upset for them to be blinded by their competition over you, or if it’s to be expected of demons.

He didn’t want to overwhelm you at first, but when he notices how troubled you seem even at school, that’s when he decides to step in. Human as he is, he’s not the most well-versed in comfort or really working within the complexities of another person’s mind. (Not in a way that doesn’t low-key reek of manipulation, anyway). He can find that common ground with you, the part of him that understands how it’s possible for you to feel and think how you do,

He’s a jack of all trades, master of none kind of guy in this situation: he can listen to you well, but he holds back on drastic advice that might do more harm than good. He will distract you, but not as thoroughly as Levi could. He can help you understand how you’re feeling, but still is not quite as adept as Satan would be.

Can and will readily advocate for access to human world therapy for you. Will even help you get there, if asking Lucifer is too daunting a task for you. And, if you don’t feel like going back to the HoL immediately afterwards, well...that human world traffic always was a bitch, right?

Simeon

Oh, Simeon can tell when you start falling into your old habits. He can feel the negative energy when humans start to feel surrounded by it. Whether that ability is just from his own emotional intelligence or his angel status is uncertain, but he feels himself drawn to you nonetheless.

He isn’t afraid to approach you about it - after all, this is his specialty, and he would love to help if he can. He’s gentle in his approach, and he somehow knows how to approach you directly without sounding crass or lacking in subtlety.

Simeon isn’t used to having such a direct influence on the people he helps, though. More often than not, you’ll find him gently slipping you little reminders about your schedule (if you have one that you’ve told him about), and he’ll definitely be sure to let you know how proud he is of your effort when you reach your goals.

He’ll sit down with you and help you create realistic game plans. If you ask him to sit down with you while you eat, he’ll gladly make sure his schedule aligns with yours. He’s also the best person to go to if you need a compassionate shoulder to lean on or soft words of encouragement.

Luke

Luke isn’t a child - well, he is, but he isn’t, not in the exact same way. He’s innocent and childish and sometimes immature, and he does have a lot to learn still, but he’s also lived for thousands of years. Not only that, but he’s also and Angel in Training, and angels need to know the many ways humans struggle in order to be able to accurately help them.

So you might think he wouldn’t notice or know or understand, and he doesn’t know everything, but he gets it a lot faster and more thoroughly than you expected. Besides, human children are smart, too. It’s just easy to underestimate them.

If he knows, Simeon knows. Luke isn’t in the habit of spilling secrets (though he isn’t refined in the art of keeping them, either), but something that feels so serious prompts him to get help. Simeon understand his desire to help, though, and makes sure to give him pointers on how he can help.

Luke isn’t the one you can expect the subtle kind of help from - he’s not very good at hiding the way he keeps glancing at you, and sometimes he asks you if you want some of his newest sweets before faltering and second guessing himself. But he does offer you a sort of wholesome, unhindered care that makes you want to stay on track with your recovery, which makes up for the tact he lacks.

[sassooda]

Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 23 - Control

w/c - 6,439

               Shoko is standing on the left side of Satoru as he lays unconscious on the medical table. The room is bright under the fluorescent lights, the walls white to match the tiled floor.  “I never thought he would be one to wind up in here…” She looks up to Toji and Nanami, “I can definitely fix him up but are the seals really necessary?”

               “That fucker lost his mind and went after Megumi.” Toji huffs as he looks down at Satoru. He’s still shirtless after using his wings to fly to the scene and then to fly the bastard back to the academy. Blood still on his off-white pants.

               “They are indeed necessary because if he wakes up in that same state, we won’t be able to control him.” Nanami finds himself extremely torn on the idea of sealing Gojo’s powers, he really would rather get through to him if that were possible.

               “So it was that bad, huh?” Shoko switches her gaze to Satoru as she continues to heal him. “This is just a hunch but I’m guessing there are certain levels of your newfound abilities Toji…” She runs her hand across Gojo’s forehead, brushing his hair away, “His infinity doesn’t recognize Elska at all, her transmitted wavelengths of energy disrupt their continuous flow.” She now looks back to Toji. “Did you feel or notice anything different when the attacks landed on him?”

               Toji crosses his arms as he leans against the wall a few feet away, “It did feel different…almost like an additional surge from within packed the extra punch.” Some of his chest muscles twitch as he relives the powerful feeling.

               “Megumi also reported that the exchange happened because Satoru was targeting the city…” Nanami’s voice minimizes knowing that he’s being put in an impossible situation in regards to other’s safety. He’s taking off his tanned suit jacket to become a little more comfortable.

               She walks over to the table that has Elska’s bloodied wing and runs her hands along the metal feathers. “Toji, how are you feeling right now?”

               “I’m fucking on edge what do you think?” Toji didn’t mean to be so snippy, he’s just feeling out of sorts.

               “When was the last time you fed?” Shoko seems to be thinking heavily as she walks across the room for sample scraping tools.

               “Two days.” Toji clenches his fists as he thinks about Elska being in the hands of the enemy.

               “That’s not good.” Shoko is still completely composed after taking in all the information. “I’ve worked with Elska on this in the past, I may be able to create something to hold you over. This wing right here is the key to it all.”

               All three of their eyes take to the wing. Toji winces as his eyes meet it.

               “If I can’t though, you’ll have to feed from someone else…” She looks over to Gojo, “We know his blood suffices for Elska so maybe that would work too.”

               “He tastes like SHIT I am not interested.” The very thought of having to find nourishment through Gojo makes his skin crawl. “Please do what you can but I’m planning on rescuing them.”

               “Her original purpose for being brought to this world was to eliminate Satoru…” Nanami finally chimes in, “…but now we know anyone else like her might hold the same capabilities as well. What I don’t understand is, if there was an entire world of people like this, why choose her when she wasn’t willing?”

               “That is strange, I wonder why as well…” Shoko is now leaning over the wing on the waist high white countertop, scraping away tissue into a petri dish. “I’ll get on this right away Toji, just don’t go losing your cool too!” She winks at him as she applies the lid to the dish and sets it by her row of microscopes.

               Toji is trying his best to remain calm due to everything that has happened but his heart breaks at the thought of the kid and her being in Getou’s hands. “We have to get them.”

               Shoko is now back to healing Satoru, using her energy’s wavelengths to assist Gojo’s reverse technique to improve the rate at which it takes. “I’ve got this covered here if you two have other business to handle.”

               “We are not leaving you alone with him until we know he’s mentally stable.” Nanami’s tone was law in this accord, his mind made up.

               Just then Satoru shows signs of stirring. Toji jumps from the wall and is ready to strike if Gojo isn’t well. Nanami takes a step forward to be beside Toji with the same intent in mind. They all have to turn their eyes from the blinding blue light emitting from the talismans wrapped around his body, acting like restraints to assist the metal ones over his wrists and legs.

               “What…what the…” Gojo’s eyes open slowly as he tries to move his body, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!” Upon recognizing that he’s restrained he’s thrown into a wild reaction, jolting his body around trying to break free. “NOT AGAIN!!!!!!” He roars as his wounds begin to reopen, not having been fully addressed by this time.

               Shoko hurriedly moves back to the side of him and slaps him across the face. Toji and Nanami gasp before charging over to the table.

               “Gojo, what the FUCK do you think you’re doing acting this way?” Her voice is stern, almost motherly as she expresses her disappointment to his recent actions.

               Gojo didn’t feel the pain from the slap but the action was enough to catch his attention. He glares up at her hatefully for a few seconds before his eyes water, following his features softening. “Why…why do you guys have me sealed like this…WHY?” He struggles a little more but not as rapidly as before. “WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS?” He snaps his head over to Toji and Nanami as he fears he’s been betrayed.

               “Satoru, do you not recall trying to level the city?” Nanami is calmly walking towards his friend and even grabs his wrist gently. “You also tried to hurt Megumi…”

               Gojo’s eyes are panicked as he listens to Nanami’s words. He doesn’t recall at first and thinks this is some weird psychological punishment of some sort so he yells like a mad man while flailing in the restraints, throwing his body against the metal table. “I wouldn’t attack Megumi!!! What the fuck!?”

               “But you did shit head, you put my boy in your domain…” Toji’s face is completely burned over with discontent. “I had to break in to get him out.” Toji is snarling at the memories.

               Gojo has a flash of realization as he does indeed remember doing the things he’s accused of. His eyes take to the ceiling, ignoring Shoko to his left and the men in the room. He tears up as he recalls viciously trying to end both Toji and Megumi. “Fuck…”

               “You are far too powerful to lose control like that Gojo, you know better than this.” Shoko is wiping his tears away as they spill from the corners of his eyes. “You are one of my closest and oldest friends, I know you. What do you think Elska would say to that?”

               Immediately Gojo begins to cry as the overwhelming facts of his Elska and Itadori reclaim his thoughts. “I didn’t mean to… I just…” He takes a second to breathe and control himself, “Getou is going to do horrible things, he already has.” He exhales heavily through his teeth as he looks to Shoko, “I’m sorry…” He then turns his head the best he can to look at Toji and Nanami, “Her wing…he ripped it out of her…” He wails in frustration as he considers his predicament. She is in trouble and he’s once again unable to move. That alone breaks him slightly. “I just want them back…”

               Nanami squeezes his friend’s wrist with concern. “We’re going to get them Satoru but we need your help.” He frowns as he looks over the talismans that are still slightly glowing blue where the kanji ink sits. “You can’t do that again, I probably shouldn’t even risk letting you out of this.” His brow furrows further and he removes his tinted glasses to look into Gojo’s eyes.

               Gojo is clearly agitated by Nanami’s words but understands where he’s coming from. He’s just in an odd post-traumatic state from when he was sealed before. His pain that he was able to ignore from the sudden adrenaline begins to set in. “God damnit, why am I hurting so bad?”

               “I had to put a few holes in you before you stopped you obnoxious cunt.” Toji hasn’t made any effort to come closer now that he sees Gojo speaking, he doesn’t care to offer him any comfort either. “Next time you go after my boy though, that’s it…I’ll fucking kill you. We now know that I can too.”  

               Gojo’s eyes darken as they take to Toji’s direction. He doesn’t appreciate being spoken to like that, he’s still the strongest after all.

               “Toji, that’s not helping but Gojo,” Shoko directs his chin to face her, “You understand the position you’ve put us in, right? We need to know that you’re good before we let you out of this.”

               Gojo grunts and closes his eyes to regain his composure. That collected state of mind almost feels foreign to him as the recent events have skewed time, making it seem like 2 days were actually 2 years. “I get it.” Is all he says

               “Now let me heal you up, it’ll be faster than your own technique that’s not used to healing you.” She smiles at him lovingly, knowing that he has to feel incredibly small like this. She has a lot of love for Gojo, they went through the academy together and have been the right kinds of strange to mesh well in a friendship. She’s also very taken by Elska and Itadori, as people and as scientific anomalies.

               Nanami looks down to Gojo and smirks, “Maybe we need alcohol again.” A little chuckle leaves his lips as he brushes his own hair back. He sees Satoru smile briefly as well and it brings him a little more at ease. “I know you care about them a lot Satoru but we need to go about this as a team. You can’t just go around hurting people, you’re past that now.”

               Gojo’s eyes water slightly to this as he knows Nanami is probably the only person that is completely familiar with Gojo’s evolution of becoming a better man. He knows he messed up severely and also recognizes that if he doesn’t get his shit together soon then they’ll have that much less of a chance to save the two of them. “I know…” He takes in another deep breath, grasping more sanity and the room seems to relax as the talismans finally stop glowing.

               “I do know that they want to enlist Sukuna as one of their own so Itadori might not be as in much danger. Getou hates Elska though which is why I think he did what he did…” Toji looks to her wing instinctually and feels a pit in his chest. ‘Master…” echoes through his ears internally. “Naoya contacted me recently…” He sees Gojo’s eyes dart in his direction, “It was before all of this obviously you dumb fuck. He was asking for my help with making her a Zenin…he doesn’t seem to trust Getou’s intentions either.”

               “They’re both irreplaceable to us and in many ways.” Nanami is now leaning against the metal table with his back by Gojo’s legs. “What of your inside man Toji?”

               “I’ve tried to contact Choso and Naoya both, they aren’t answering.” Toji unfolds his arms and walks to the foot of the metal table, being the last one to surround him. He grabs Gojo’s ankles firmly and says, “Are you going to make me save them by myself you fucking fool?” His mannerisms are unkind but there’s a trace of friendliness as well.

               “I want them back…” Gojo looks to Toji, not acknowledging his hands on his ankles.

Toji may not necessarily like Gojo but knows they have a common goal. “I wish I could say that Naoya would be protecting her but I don’t understand how Getou got ahold of her wing if he was…I actually fear the worst there.”

               “I hate to say it but I don’t think Naoya would’ve allowed that either.” Gojo is trying his best to remain calm as they discuss the severities further. “I know he cares about her, it was written all over his face when we last met.” Gojo proceeds to think of that weird dynamic and situation from when Elska and everyone saved him before. A part of him begins to imagine Naoya wrapping his arms around her protectively and for some reason he’s not enraged by it but feels saddened. ‘God Damnit…’

               “I do know that Naoya and Choso are likely to break away from Getou but he’s strong. If we do succeed in defeating him, then we’ll have to worry about the Zenin clan immediately afterwards.” Toji has since removed his hands from Gojo and is folding his arms again, “But perhaps we can cross that bridge when we come to it.”

               “I’ll kill them all if I have to.” Gojo’s voice wasn’t erratic or even emotional but it disturbed everyone in the room.

               “If you want to make her situation better then you absolutely cannot just fucking kill everyone Satoru, what the fuck is the matter with you?” Nanami is losing his patience, knowing that Gojo is capable of controlling himself but is wondering if Gojo’s just declining to do so.

               “I JUST WANT THEM BACK DAMNIT!” Gojo tries to lift up from the table but his neck will only bend so far while laid out flat causing him to give up and hit the back of his head.

               “Take a few to cool off Satoru. We’re not letting you out until you do.” Nanami is always so forward but knows it’s for the best. Sugar coating this for him won’t do anything but bite them in the ass later.

               “Fuck you.” Gojo is back to staring at the ceiling.

               “I love you too buddy.” Nanami cackles to Gojo’s response. He felt the truth in his words but also understands his friend pretty well, knowing that he’s just reeling in the fact that they lost Itadori and Elska. Everyone is upset about it so he knows Gojo being her protector is especially fueled.

               “Shoko, can’t I at least kill them?” Gojo’s eyes are no longer dark as he shoots them somewhat playfully to her.

               “You crack me up Gojo!” She’s laughing at his deflective behavior as she rests a hand on his shoulder, “No you may not.” She’s serious but is still giggling. “There’s one more thing though…” Gojo is curiously looking to her, “I need some of your blood.”      

               “Well I’m not really in the position to refuse now am I?” He keeps trying to sit himself up as he grows more frustrated with being pinned lying down.

               “It’s for the greater good, I promise!” Shoko smiles to him widely as she decides to hold off on explaining that it’s for Toji. Their relationship still seems pretty tumultuous at the moment.

               “Go ahead then…” Gojo is fighting his anger as he comes to terms with the fact that they’re trying to help. “Do we have any plans in the making? How the fuck do we even find them without Choso?”

               “I’ll work on that angle.” Toji is determined to contact one of them.

               “And I’ll start putting a team together.” Nanami is grabbing his folded suit coat as he seems to be leaving the room. “Can I trust you Satoru?”

               “I’m fine I promise…I won’t attack anyone…” Gojo tries to look over to Nanami but can’t. “Just get me out of this PLEASE.”

               “I’m going to finish healing you first so why don’t you just sit back and relax for a few.” Shoko smiles to him again and is relieved to see that Gojo will comply. “Alright boys, do what you have to do, we’re ok here!”

               Gojo’s eyes meet Toji’s again as the massive man stares him down. He can tell that Toji is still unsure about him and figures there was no getting around that. Instead of inciting more aggression from him though he just scoffs and looks away, not liking the feeling at being to their mercy at all.

               “I’ll be back in a little bit to check on everything.” Toji now goes to leave the room.

               When left alone Shoko grabs Gojo’s hand and holds it with both of her own. “Sweetie, you really have to be mindful, ok? Especially now that we know that Toji can hurt you… I don’t want any of that so please…please just get along alright?” Gojo’s eyes are expressing annoyance but she continues, “I know you miss them and are worried about her but we will get them back.” She now squeezes softly to administer more emotion to him. “She would be devastated if anything happened to you, is that what you want?”

               “I just want to know they’re ok… I need her Shoko. I always have…”

               “I know, I know… and we’ll fix all of this but you’re imperative for the rescue so knock off the villain shit alright?” She now brushes up and down his arm as she feels him relax more. “That’s not you anymore...you have to control it.”

               He tears up again to hearing this, knowing he’s still actually quite evil on the inside but she knows this too. She’s merely asking him to keep himself in check.

               “I will…but when I get my hands on Getou, I’m ripping his fucking body in two.”

               “Now that I won’t argue against, he’s a lost cause.” They both smile at the verbally murderous exchange and he quietly thanks her as he breathes deeply to let her continue her healing.

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               Naoya is heading back to Elska’s room with haste, not liking the idea of her being unguarded for even a second. He holds in his hands traditional styled yukatas threaded by his Zenin blue. He meant to already have clothes ready for her but completely forgot to incorporate that into the design of the room. He remembers how a couple of hours ago she asked him, “So, Naoya? Am I to just remain naked here or what?” She was half kidding but her shaman uniform that she arrived in was completely trashed by that point. He felt so embarrassed at missing such a huge detail, hoping that she knew he didn’t do that on purpose.

               As he walks down the hall towards her room he catches Choso heading the opposite direction. “Cho!” He calls out to see the being halt and turn around. By the time he makes it to Choso, he’s standing a few doors away from Elska’s room. “Hey so how did it go with Ita-…”

               “Naoya, cease your words!” Choso seems on edge and Naoya starts to worry that perhaps their reunion didn’t go as planned.

               “There’s a Titer here, I can feel their technique.” Choso whispers cautiously. “I don’t know what they’re watching or doing… but someone definitely is. We can’t talk right now.”

               Naoya’s eyes widen to this, thinking Getou enlisted one to force Elska’s cooperation and he darts to and through her door quickly. “ELSKA! Are you alright?!”  He runs into the room in a frenzied state but finds her sitting on the couch with a book, unharmed and alone. “Holy SHIT, my heart!”

               “I’m…fine?” Her look is of confusion as she sees Naoya’s demeanor ease and looks at all the fabric he’s carrying. “What is all of that?”

               “Clothes!” He smiles and sets them down on the arm of the couch before going back out into the hallway to look for Choso but he was gone already. He fears he’ll be unable to openly speak to Choso about this now but figures he’ll find a way to communicate with him. He now shuts her door behind him as she’s already standing up and trying to figure out the cloth.

               “You brought me bath robes?” She giggles as she holds up the top one, it looking too large to fit her.

               “They’re traditional in my family and are called Yukata’s.” He smiles as he catches his breath and walks towards her, his anxiousness dissipating. She puts in on around her body, discarding the top silver sheet from the bed that she originally was wrapped in for modesty. He notices that she has not the first clue as to how to wear them. “That’s not at all how it goes,” He chuckles as he lifts the bundle of cloth to remove the under robe from the bottom of the pile the goes beneath it, “You can’t just be nude underneath this!!”

               “Show me the way then Master Naoya” She jokingly offers a bow as she’s interested in learning exactly how to put all of it on.

               He was in the process of wrapping the underwear robe before stopping to her words. ‘She said it…she said it!’ Hearing it felt better than he ever would have imagined, even if was in a different context than his fantasies. Seeing that she was bare he continued to help her with the dressing, smiling widely behind her as he adores this moment.

               “No bra huh? I like this already!!” She places her arms through the sleeves and sees there’s two separate areas on both sides to tie it. She manages to figure this part out but as she’s tying the second knot, his arms wrap around her from behind.

               “I’m so glad you’re alright…” he lowly speaks into her ear as he holds her there.

               “I’ve not had any unexpected visitors if that’s what you’re worried about.” She places a hand on his forearm that’s draped above her chest.

               He turns her around to face him and places a hand under her chin to lift her head towards him. “That’s good, it shall remain that way.” He leans in to kiss her lightly before grabbing the dark blue yukata. He opens it, outstretching his arms, allowing her to slide her right arm in first and then the left. She takes the robes and wraps them around her but he stops and corrects it. “The left side should always be on top, you wrap the right side against your body first.” He smiles as he shakes his head and positions the yukata properly. “Here hold it like this.” He waits for her to pinch the cloth on her right hip before he reaches for the first of two separate ties. “You first secure the robes with this!” He maneuvers the tie around her hips and waist before snugly knotting it on that same side. “You then have to either tie or tuck the rest of it. Now here, lift up your arms.” She does and he brings a second fastening cloth tie around her but this time beneath her bosom.

               “You just wanted to touch me!” She giggles as he shrugs as if to agree but she knows there was more to this than just that.

               “I always do” He finally retorts with kindness in his eyes. “You can put them down for now.” He’s shifting the fabric underneath the ties he’s made so that it overlaps in the front, hiding the fasteners. He then holds one hand on the front of her yukata while loosening the collar, “It’s also traditional to show off the nape of your neck but with class of course.” He creates the slack in the back of her collar and hums to how seductive she is, even with being fully clothed now. His lips meet her nape gently before he circles her again to grab the silver and black two-toned obi. “Typically this would be much more vibrant but these are what I was able to grab on short notice.”

               “This is a lot of work!” She’s amazed by the process and how intricate donning traditional wear is. “I’m not so sure I would’ve figured this out on my own.” She’s laughing as he holds the thick long obi out in front of her, “That’s so long!”

               “That’s what she said” He chuckles at his own joke nervously until she picks up on the meaning. He’s relieved she understood. He hangs and end of the obi over her right shoulder as he ties it from the front. “This goes behind you but if you’re really willing to learn I’ll demonstrate.” He gets down on his knees as he wraps it around her twice. The piece lying over her should now becomes orderly folded three times, to which he then grabs the other end of the obi to wrap it around the fold, creating an extravagant bow. “Now we just twist this behind you…” He’s back up to his feet as he shimmies it to the back. He backs away from her to take in the full view and finds himself overwhelmed with joy. “You look beautiful…”

               She strikes a few little poses for him, finding that this was way harder to maneuver in than her normal clothes. She walks over to the mirror and stands back to see as much of it as she can. Naoya walks behind her and engulfs her body into his arms, them crossing underneath the obi. “Just like a princess…” He whispers behind her as he kisses the side of her head and cheek. He’s completely fine with seeing this for the rest of his life.

               She turns around to face him and lean into the sink. Her hands cup his face as he leans down into her, their lips meeting passionately. The moment their tongues touch she feels her body temperature rising rapidly and her eyes glow through their lids. She feels him abruptly stop and instead of being met with his lustful eyes, she see’s that he looks concerned instead.

He pulls away after noticing the heat and the faintest trail of the scent. “Elska…” He fills his lungs with it while trying to remain focused. “We have to get that under control. It’s not safe for you if we don’t.” His words are almost at whisper volume again and she’s clearly picking up that there’s something more going on than she’s aware of.

“I don’t know if I can Naoya, you set them off randomly for me…” He brings her gaze to his chest as she lays her head against it. She just needs to be near him and loves it when he expresses the same urge.

“Well, we start training today then.” He grabs her shoulders and pushes her back a few inches so he can see her eyes. He’s back to whispering completely, “Getou doesn’t know about the pheromones or how your bite feels, it was an agreement Toji and I made months ago…” His hands start rubbing her shoulders, “If he finds out, I’ll be forced to kill him now…he’ll not let you go at that point.” Naoya wants her of course but knows that if they don’t figure that out soon then he won’t be the only one. ‘Getou knowing would spare her life automatically but at what cost?’ He’s not willing to find out.

“How exactly do we train for this then?” She’s not even sure how to go about that. “Even when I feed from you, it releases sometimes….” The hopelessness on her face is evident as she considers feeding less.

“If you react so rashly to me then maybe I shouldn’t be so handsy.” He immediately withdraws his caressing of her shoulder only to feel cold as he leaves her there standing without his touch.

“But I want you to be, you feel so good to me Naoya…” She’s upset that he’s right even if its not what she wants.

“Let’s try feeding for today then…maybe drink slower or something.” He’s realizing he doesn’t know how to train for this either. He’d probably feel a little more defeated about the whole thing if she wasn’t so pretty before him in his clan’s colors. “You really do look stunning in the Zenin blue.” His hand caresses her left cheek as the words leave his mouth. “I want to give you everything that I am but we have to survive this first my dear…” She nods in response and he feels a little less weighted about the situation.

He grabs her hand and brings her back to the couch as he sits down and guides her above. He’s sitting on something hard and pulls it out from underneath him. It was the book she was reading called ‘Lilith: The Best Mutual written by Nakiich.’ He smiles to her love for books and shifts their weight so can carefully place it on the cushion beside them. “Is it a good read?”

As her legs find their way on either side of him under her, she smiles and explains, “Yes it is! It’s a book that one of my favorite writers wrote about my other favorite writer.” She sees him not fully understanding, “It’s adult stuff Naoya, you’re too young for that.”

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her towards him as she squeals to his soft attack. “I’m pretty sure we’re about the same age my little minx.” He laughs, “You’ll just have to read it for me one day.” He’s still smiling but begins to unbutton his collar entirely so she doesn’t have to worry about working around it. She helps him by finishing the buttons while listening to the silence that’s only weakened by their breathing. When she’s finished he looks up to her glowing eyes and runs his hand up her left arm as she grabs his bicep for stability. “Remember to try going slower this time, we need to see if that’s a variable at all.”

She nods to him before aiming for neck. She stops as her face passes his cheek and pecs him on it before using her fangs to pierce him. His taste instantaneously forces a moan out her like it always does, the perfection that is his flavor has always swooned her. The sweetness of him, the care, the loyalty, his thoughts concerning her… everything was just so attractive.

He tries to hold his moan back but was unsuccessful as her draw from him feels nothing short of incredible. His hands find themselves gripping her thighs as she takes from him. “Go slow baby, we have to figure…figure this out.” He’s trying to remain level headed but is struggling to do so. He hears her whimpers and it causes him to grow beneath her. ‘No no little man…knock that off…’ he thinks as he fights so many urges at once. Her body temperature starts to rise as he feels his bulge nudging her. ‘Shit!’ He pulls her away as she pants above him, blood slowly spilling from his neck. She reaches down to close and heal the wounds and then opens her eyes.

She feels her heat regulating itself as she stares down into Naoya’s. She was close to releasing them but hasn’t fed enough nor is her other thirst quenched. Her physical thirst for him. “Naoya…” Her eyes are half lidded, her voice purposefully trying to entice him.

He looks up to her and hums as he battles himself. Of course he wants to take her to the bed but he’s worried about another incident like before occurring. He barely was able to lie his way out of that situation with Getou and isn’t even convinced that Getou believed him. “Elska… I don’t know if we should yet.”

She disagrees initially and bounces on him a few times, resting herself into his pitched tent. She whines his name again and she can tell he’s trying to hold back.

After her pressing the issue he shifts them both until he’s able to stand, her legs wrapping around him. She grins so widely and leans in to kiss him. He kisses her back but presses her back against the wall near the door. “Once we leave here, I swear by all that is good in this world that I will fill you as many times as you need. Whenever, wherever.” He kisses her cheek as he sees her understanding that he’s not going to have sex with her. “If I am to keep you safe my princess, then we have to be smart…now more than ever.” Her legs slowly release from around him and he sets her down gently onto her feet.

“Naoya, what else aren’t you telling me?” She’s frustrated with him but can’t be too angry. ‘He really does cherish me…’

His face is twisted in anger, “There’s a Titer somewhere on the premises… we don’t know what is being watched but I can almost guarantee it’s Getou using them, trying to figure you out…” He sighs as he engraves this moment into his brain, wanting to use this hatred for the man when the time comes to take him out.

“A Titer?” She knows she’s heard that before but asks him anyways for clarification. ‘That beast is watching us?’

“They’re a clan with mind altering capabilities and more… Gojo used them to manipulate your memories…” His eyes take to the wall beside her as he hates even speaking of that. He feels her hand cupping his face bringing back to face her own.

“That makes sense…” Is all she says while looking at him but her demeanor is still one that’s attentive to him. “Ok…I’ll stop pushing the issue…”

“It’s really difficult to refuse you Elska, I hope you understand how much I detest not making you happy.” He’s noticing that her yukata is already messed up and chuckles under his breath as he goes to reposition it.

“I don’t know how we’ll get through this part,” She laughs, “Because I am dripping over here.”

Naoya sighs heavily to this, knowing that he wants to check for himself but there’s no way that’ll end with anything other than melting into each other. “God damnit…why?” He throws his head back slightly as he tries to refrain from making any moves that may cause him regret. He thinks he has an idea of how to lessen the sexual tension but isn’t sure how to word it. She’s still looking at him caringly, her hands traveling around his arms. “Maybe…and just hear me out…” He feels himself blushing at the words he’s articulating while she curiously waits for what he has to say. “Maybe you should try…ummm…taking care of yourself before I come to see you.” He can’t even look at her and is embarrassed that he just suggested masturbation.

She quickly finds herself bellowing out laughter at how awkward he’s being. She doesn’t mean to tease him but she doesn’t want him to feel uncomfortable either, it was actually a legitimate possibility that could help. “Maybe if I do it to the thought of you.”

He quietly gasps at this and feels that didn’t hinder his erection at all. Unsure of how to react to her response he just looks at her and slowly smiles…he can’t even keep the straight face. “I will carry my weight and do the same…maybe to you as well.” The excitement in his words was painfully obvious to and he is now feeling awe at how easily they can communicate to each other.

“Maybe a bath will help to right now.” She sees his eye twitch after she spoke.

“You…you are killing me right now…” He says this but his vision is already taken by tub. He raises an eyebrow as he wonders if she’ll even be able to get out of the yukata by herself.

“I mean for you to join me Naoya…” She hugs him, resting her head into his chest as she doesn’t want to let him go, doesn’t want him to leave. “I swear I’ll stop trying to seduce you!” She’s back to giggling as this predicament is so strange altogether. She’s technically his prisoner but you wouldn’t guess that by their mutual affections, they seem almost domestic. “Don’t you want me to wash you again?”

“Arghhh, yes…yes I do…” He takes a deep breath to strengthen his resolve as he then grabs her hand and leads her towards the tub to turn on the water. ‘I can do this…no problem…’ He reaches around her to undo the obi, fighting with the damn thing for a minute, even with his expertise. One article of clothing at a time she’s reaching her bare state again. She looks up to him with an attitude as he’s yet to undress himself in the slightest. “Yes ma’am” He cackles as he doffs his own clothes. He feels her eyes scanning his body and although he loves that she’s so drawn to him, he wishes that fate would be less cruel. He steps into the tub as it fills, and holds her hand so she can do the same with ease. It’s such a large one but they seem to have found a single spot that they utilize, it’s the same one from the first bath together. As he sits back completely and follows her with his eyes, she leans over him to reach the small towels behind him tickled by his clear frustration as her breasts range in his face.

She starts with the blood on his neck from where he pulled her away earlier. He closes his eyes as he enjoys the feeling of his intended slowly wiping it away. He feels utterly relaxed as she kneels before him while the water fills their surrounding area. After she’s grazed almost the entirety his body with the towel, she goes to sit in his lap but in a curled-up manner that brings her head to his left shoulder and her knees near his right. His arms secure themselves around her and she begins to settle into him herself, also completely relaxed.

She wonders to herself how long this wonderful time with him will last. She’s tried not to think about the marriage part, she’s barely able to enjoy him without the guilt of knowing Toji and Satoru are probably worried sick. What would they think if they knew of how she spent her time there? She nuzzles into his chest deeper as she tries to forget the anxiety riddling her mind.

“Naoya…” she smiles into him as they soak in the filling tub.

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my ask didnt send i am going to murder. anyway BEEP CLASSPECTING... now im thinking abt that and aimsey. from the top of my head/only briefly thinking, beep as rage or void vibes with me? (obvs not the typical rage player you see, more like the nuance we were discussing). and aimsey as a life player?

oooo void beep would be suuper cool :oc rage too, he is very fucking stubborn and does have outbursts rather often (also rage players in canon usually have connections to magic, and then the homestuck rage players all had religious themes so, god stuff). meanwhile void fits beeps heavy "this is all irrelevant and you could never understand any of this", and his own belief that even what he does just doesnt matter. personality under a veil (not necessarily a facade), fundamental inability to understand and truly perceive it all.

id say he doesnt fit rage enough, if only because rage players are fundamentally about survival instinct, and, well. beeps already dead, and he seems to be perfectly fine with the fact that one day he just wont exist at all. hes not scared, though he is easily pissed off, but in the end he just sort of likes messing with shit and being in control. lil dickhead (affectionate)

honestly, since he almost fits rage but not quite, he.. almost acts like a prince of hope (unfortunate eridan kinnie). destroying beliefs and asserting his reality as the Absolute Truth, dragging others like aimsey into his delusions and being in a situation where aimseys putting her faith into him even though hes not a good person because she feels the need to believe in him and connect with him, because she genuinely feels like hes the only friend they have left, and because aimsey wants desperately to believe in what beep is trying to show her, desperately wants to understand. he shuts down things he believes to be false, to the point where he can make them false by simply destroying the problem.

hes a force of outward destruction, destroying what he believes to be flaws in others. theyre heavily defensive, putting everyone beneath them, believing hes the one thats doing it Right, and ultimately, he believes its his right to control things. he doesnt trust anyone, he reacts to any fear he may have with anger, lashes out, and the "TELL. NO ONE" scene almost showcases beep shattering and hurting aimsey before he steps back and give a quick "sorry!". his arc seems to be leading up to him realizing he can care about aimsey, that he can trust her to believe him and in him, and he seems to be dealing with the concept of trusting aimsey with his beliefs

hes definitely not a general hope player, but specifically prince of hope could fit. onto possible void class combos, with, first, the notable fact that we dont know what kind of person beep may have been in the past, other than that he was destructive. we know about some events in his past, and how he feels about them (kinda), but generally, this means hes very versatile and has many class possibilities, depending on how we want to interpret what we do know.

for example, he could be a maid whose now in the apeshit stage, stubborn and repressive. its entirely possible he got so tired of listening to the other spirits that he got to the unhealthy stage, exploded, and now without anything stopping him, hes doing whatever the fuck he wants, because hes decided none of it matters, that its all irrelevant and he doesnt have to care because its his fucking universe and no one can stop him from playing god. he spends his time doing menial things, because to him, its all equally unimportant, so why not waste time? he cuts down unnecessary tasks, weeds out what he finds useless, etc etc. basically, he should still be independent, but he needs to be brought back down to earth (metaphorically), because hes kind of burnt himself out and is now fucking with things because he feels none of it matters anyways

sylph of void sort of works too, mainly his meddling and tendency to shut down anything that could reveal something he doesnt want revealed, as well as shutting down others viewpoints and he covers up shit whenever he wants. his motivations are, really, mostly unknown to us, other than that he seems to think this is fun. otherwise, he also has a tendency to try and fix things he thinks needs fixing (like getting rid of fairies and space creatures), and will often try to fix mistakes he sees in mortals. however, slyphs are ultimately healers, and beep just. is not a healer, and he doesnt necessarily invite creation of void in any way, since void isnt really destruction of anything, and what he does invite is destruction of things. hes also just too active to be a slyph

so, with the previous prince assession, theres also the possibility of him being a prince of light, which would mean he would act more like a void player. hed destroy light with light, destroy the importance of information with information. they strip away the importance of things, uses plain fact to force the perception that nothings really important. he dismisses the importance of things, purposefully acts ignorant to draw away from what he knows, destroys knowledge itself from a power standpoint (wiping aimseys memory), and in extreme cases, can physically destroy anything in his way, or assert over and over that what he said/did isnt real, that nothings true or important other than what hes saying. again, little shit. if i had to make up my mind, i think prince of light fits the most

as for aimsey, i think life does fit him really well, shes definitely got the similar "girl next door" kind of vibes, while still being really interesting in her own right. she definitely starts out as a typical fictional life player, enthusiastic, energetic, genuine, wanting to effect the world. shes a normal girl (and this isnt an insult, rather, her being so normal ties the magical themes of the bear smp together really well, and its a perfect way to use a life player, make them be a catalyst for both the normal life player and eccentric others to shine). however, as she struggles with losing trust in bear and not being treated well, not having anyone that cares about them specifically, the energy starts to falter, but comes back when they feel the need to be rebellious. notably, while aspects arent super literal, she contrasts beep so much in just how alive she is, which fits her being a life player rather well. except, as i said, aspects arent literal, which means aimsey being a life player translates to her showing what life means in a metaphorical sense.

life is about agency. its about what you do, your ability to do so, its about asserting your will. not what drives you, but simply you doing at all. interesting enough, life players can be hard to pin down because life is about desire and agency, while the players class defines their ideology. life players can become obsessed with an idea that they need to do something, that they need to change how systems work, and often can cloak their want to fulfill their individual desires as altruistic want to fulfill others needs and desires (i.e., aimsey wants a friend and someone who pays attention to her and is genuine towards her, she feels like shes found that in beep, and as such starts to cloak her want to be his friend as aimsey wanting to help beep rather than aimsey themself).

as for said class.. this was, hard. because of how heavily influenced life is by the class its paired with, and because aimseys arc right now is trying to deal with feeling like shes too much and unneeded, it means that i have to really consider how that connects with which classes struggles. so, i ended up with sylph. aimsey is a creator, and she tries to heal as well. "allowing creation/healing of life or inviting creation/healing through life". from a literal standpoint, she tries to help bear heal by trying to get him to open up, to live, to make friends and interact with people. this could almost seem like a blood player move, but while a lot of aimseys arc is about bonds and relationships, shes not really a strong connecter or leader, shes just good at inspiring others to be, to her own detriment.

also notably, unhealthy sylphs crave, whether craving more of their own aspect, or craving another aspect when they feel theirs is not enough. aimsey talks a lot about how she grew up doing things by her lonesome, and now that she feels like people are moving on without her, she may be craving blood (that sounds so awful out of context). she wants attachments, wants to be the person that brings everyone together, but.. she isnt, not in a way thats appreciated. and due to her insecurities, she sees this as a flaw within himself, and as something to fix. so, she latches onto beep, and desperately tries to have as much of an effect on their life as they do on hers. like life players in general, sylphs try to solve their problems under the guise of helping someone else with theirs. currently, aimsey seems to be trying to find what she needs to do, because when she tried to do what she thought she needed to do, she (from her perspective) failed, so now shes trying to make up for her perceived failure within herself by trying to help herself through helping beep. i would think into it even more but i think its probably best to just leave it here KEKW