#but I told my mentor I would have an update for him by the end of the week and. well. it’s the end of the week

[figofswords]

anybody remember the stephanie brown essay I was working on under a research grant fully last summer? yeah it’s not done yet it super needs to be done and I’ve been avoiding working on it for weeks. someone tell me to just do it already

[onismdaydream]

no no i see the vision - nanami teaching yuji patience… discipline. yuuji who’s so eager and excited and nanami just reigns him in, its unspoken but nanami is in charge and when his voice cuts through the moans and whimpers as yuuji gets carried away…..

anon i am kissing u omg thank u...

this is so messy but my brain just kept going ! so um ramble under the cut :3

yeah exactly like. the first time yuji meets you, he absolutely falls in love. doesn't even realize it, he just becomes obsessed with you. you just look so cute and perfect.. soft little dog ears and that cute little tail that always wags so fast... you're so affectionate too, licking and kissing yuji as soon as nanami introduces him to you. because of course, if your owner trusts yuji, then he must be a good person.

i think nanami knows he has to go away for a longer mission, knows that he can't leave you alone for that long, so he asks yuji to do him a favor, to take care of his puppy. not only is yuji eager to please his mentor (i thought i told you not to call me that.), but hes always been curious to spend more time with you, so he easily agrees and finds himself packing his stuff to stay with you. (nanami is not letting his sweet puppy stay with yuji in his own apartment - he's seen how yuji lives)

and because you're so precious to nanami, he takes the time to show yuji how exactly to take care of you - what you are going to expect from the pink haired sorcerer. when you eat and what you like to eat, how to help you bathe and get dressed and how you like your hair brushed, anything to make sure your schedule doesn't get messed up. your owner might spoil you a bit, but can you blame him? (i think nanami just wants to take care of someone, so he does spoil and baby you a bit, but you don't complain one bit)

yuji listens intently to everything nanami says, wanting to earn your trust and prove himself to his mentor even more. he blushes when nanami mentions bathing, though the older man says that you should be able to do it on your own, sometimes you still ask for help - something your owner could never refuse.

the puppy-sitting for lack of a better word, goes relatively smoothly. yuji gives nanami updates for when he can check his phone and on the night before your owner comes home, you video call him. nanami's face instantly relaxes as you come on screen, grinning from ear to ear. you tell him how much you love yuji (not as much as you love nanami of course), hugging his arm and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, and you ask if yuji can visit more.

and nanami, never able to say no when you look at him with those big eyes and pouty lips, allows yuji to spend more time with you. it works out because nanami sometimes doesn't have the energy after long work days to give you the attention you deserve and ask for. so yuji steps in. yuji has a bit more free time and a lot more energy to play with you and take you out around the city.

but then, your heat hits you when nanami is at work. he asked yuji to check on you and tell you that he'll be home an hour or so late. yuji finds you in nanami's room, hips frantically humping his pillow as you whine and cry. he immediately calls nanami and tells him what he saw (apologizing because he feels guilty, especially because he might've stared longer than he should've..), but instead of getting berated like yuji believed he would, nanami asks him if he could comfort you in some way. just until nanami could get home and properly take care of you.

thats how you ended up grinding your drippy cunt on yuji's thigh, his cock straining against his shorts as he tries desperately to not lose control. nanami said he could do anything that you asked him to (within reason) but yuji still felt guilty, felt like he was taking advantage of you. you whine and pant, drool falling from your mouth as you get off for the nth time, though it's still not enough. you're about to try begging yuji to fuck you again when nanami comes home, your ears instantly perking up as you hear the lock jingle, though you don't run towards him like yuji expected. no, you keep grinding your hot core on him.

and nanami doesn't stop you either. he asks you how you feel, big hands gentle on your overheated face as you cry out for more, tears springing in your eyes. yuji feels entirely out of place, feels like he's intruding, but you bury your face in his neck and plead for him to help you. "p-please, need to be fucked, yuji, please."

you sound so pretty, how could either of them deny you? so nanami instructs yuji on exactly what you like, his fist around his thick cock as he watches the pink haired sorcerer slide himself into you, his eyes fluttering shut at the warmth surrounding his length. yuji wants to move fast, needs to move fast with the way you're squeezing him, but nanami's stern voice makes him savor it. telling him to go slower, to make sure that you really feel everything yuji's giving you. and yuji always listens to nanami (well, as much as he can..), so he does. he slows his hips, full and lazy thrusts that make each inch feel even longer, each drag against your spongy spot even more intense. nanami tells yuji to spit on his hand and rub your clit, so yuji spits and rubs, keen eyes watching your expressions to find the right movement.

the way your pussy tightens around him when you cum makes him grit his teeth, a hiss slipping through as he tries to not bust his load. but god, you feel so good. you look so pretty, too. it feels like an eternity before your walls relax, letting him slip out. he's done this before, always pulls out and strokes his cock to finish, it's what's expected of him. but nanami's voice stops him once again.

"did i tell you to stop?"

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER TWENTY - FIVE

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader x neytiri

summary: in which tinkers and her sweet boy have a talk

word count: 2.5k

author's note: sorry for such a late post, was really bust with midterms this week. and yes, this chapter is a bit short but i'm trying to pace myself and you guys before we get to the REAL angsty bits of the second movie. even i'm not prepared lol. anyways, hope you enjoy this very late update!

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Year 2169

“Tsmuke!”

You turned away from the damaged train, torn apart by one of your bombs for the raid. You should’ve been able to bask proudly in your work. Appreciate the damage you caused against the Sky People. Would be continuing to cause.

Instead all you felt was a heavy somber rest upon your shoulders and pull at your heart. Absent-mindedly, your hand found your stomach, which was still flat even weeks after the news.

“Tsmuke.” A warrior approached you with urgency written all over his features. “We’ve managed to clear out the entire train. I’ve already sent half of the warriors with the weapons back to the mountains.”

From the look and pause on his features, you straightened and frowned, “What is it?”

The warrior frowned, “We have a few that were injured in the attack.” For a split second, you thought of your two adoptive sons, Neteyam and Lo’ak. Or Jake and Neytiri, fearing for their wellbeing. It didn’t help that you were in separate groups. They had flown South to catch the other railway.

“Ezì was one of them.”

Even when he didn’t utter either your sons’ or mates’ names, you could not feel relieved. Your former mentor was hurt and it seemed like judging by the warrior’s face, he needed a healer fast.

“Okay.” You tucked your spear behind your back and nodded. “There’s nothing more for us here. Head back to the base. I don’t doubt the chief has already started his way back as well?”

The warrior nodded, “Yes, tsmuke. They’ve just taken off.”

“Good.” Really good. “Let’s go.

You and the warrior started your way back to where the rest of your group and ikrans were. Just a few feet away from you there was a small group huddled around someone. And when you got closer, sliding through the small crowd, you saw that it was Ezì as he was being helped onto his feet while one of his hands held his bloodied side.

Quickly, you joined his other side, gently placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Argh!”

Both you and the other warrior caught him as he tried walking forward too quickly, only for him ending up practically falling into your arms. “Easy, my friend.” You soothed.

Ezì shook his head, “I must fine Lai.” Lai was his ikran. “I need to know if she’s okay.”

You glanced toward another warrior in silent question. She shook her head grimly. Lai was gone.

“I couldn’t feel her.” Ezì continued to grunt. You squeezed his bicep gently in hopes of comforting him. “Before I fell off of her…where is she?”

“You need a healer.” You told him firmly. “You are in no condition to be flying—”

“No!” He shoved you and the warrior away from him. It was then you caught sight of his wound.

A small chunk of his side was gone with blood oozing out of it. His quick movements were soon regretful as he slumped forward, nearly falling to the ground if not for you and a few other warriors catching him. The quick orders were flying out of your mouth instantly, “One of you place him on your ikran and fly back with him. We must hurry or else he’ll bleed out.”

As you said this, you took out a thin piece of string from your pouch hanging from your waist and picked up a large green leaf. You placed it on Ezì’s wound as one of the warriors lifted him onto an ikran. You tied the string around the leaf, keeping it in place against the wound.

“Go!”

In an instant, the warrior took off with Ezì securely lying in front of him. You rushed back to Zola and took off along with the rest of the warriors.

The raid had been a bitter success. And for a moment, you wondered how many more fights did you have to endure now that the Sky People were back. How many more people had to get hurt just to protect your home against them? The answer was sinisterly endless and that frightened you.

That there didn’t seem to be some sort of end to all of this.

If anything, the only thing that would end this for good would be death. But on which side, you had no clue. Could be yours. Could be the Sky People’s. Or it could be both because neither side was going to give up the fight anytime soon.

And that’s exactly what you were worried about.

When you made it back to the Hallelujah Mountains, you could already see that Jake’s group had made it back before you with how many ikrans there were sitting at the edge of the base. After the Sky People had returned a year before, Jake had the clan move up to the mountains so that way the Sky People wouldn’t be able to find them easily. They were in hiding. For how long? You did not know. And neither did Jake.

“Mama!”

Once you landed Zola, your daughter, Tsa’te, and Spider came running toward you. A gentle smile grew on your face when Tsa’te wrapped her small arms around your waist, “I wanted to wait for you but Dad told me to go with Grandma.”

Spider snorted, “As you can tell she didn’t listen.”

“Ah, Te-Te,” You tried giving a stern frown, running your hands through her curls. “What did I tell you about listening to your father’s orders?”

Tsa’te  gave a feigned thoughtful look, “To obey when he’s looking and to do what I want when he isn’t.”

Okay, you did technically say something similar to that but you didn’t mean it seriously. That just showed you to watch what you say around your little one. Sarcastic or not. “Not quite, but you’re close.”

You looked at Spider who watched you expectantly. You grinned at him, ruffling his dreads and pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, “Good job staying with her, Parrot. You know she has a problem listening—a lot worse than Lo’ak actually.”

“Sure thing, Ma.” Spider smiled, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Speaking of,” You muttered, eyes watching warriors further away carry Ezì into one of the maruis. “Where are the boys? How did the raid go for them?”

Tsa’te pressed her lips into a thin line while Spider cringed and scratched the back of his neck.

You frowned, “What happened?”

“Teyam’ got hurt!” Tsa’te said bluntly.

“What?!”

“Nothing too bad!” Spider quickly added, sending the younger girl a look. “He’s fine! Getting checked out by the Tsahik right now.”

You relaxed, but only a little bit, “And where’s Lo’ak and the others?”

Tsa’te jumped at the opportunity to reply, “Lo’ak got chewed out by Dad again. Kiri and Tuk are with Neteyam.”

A sigh left your lips. Not again. “Alright.” You muttered, grabbing Tsa’te’s hand. “Come, come.”

High Camp was always busy and bustling with either Na’vi, avatars, or humans. It’s been like this ever since they moved here, always busy. Always making sure they’re protected. Always making sure their weapons were intact. Always doing something to keep themselves busy. Even from time to time you were among them. Helping Jake direct warriors or just discussing schematics on building more explosives with the engineers and mechanics.

It wasn’t long until you arrived at Mo’at’s marui to find Jake and Neytiri sitting outside of it and the rest of your children inside.

“Ah! Mom, you’re back!” Kiri noticed you first, drawing everyone else’s attention toward you.

“Hi, Mama!” Tuk waved at you with a white grin.

With a nod and a gentle smile toward Tuk, you entered the marui to kneel down next to Neteyam and Mo’at who were working on his back. Spider was right in a way. He was bleeding a bit but it wasn’t too bad. Thank Eywa.

“I’m fine, Mom.” Neteyam reassured you when you didn’t say anything.

“I know. I know.” You patted his head.

Mo’at huffed, “If he’d hold still then this would go a lot faster, isn’t that right grandson?”

“Ow!” Neteyam winced.

Kiri rolled her eyes, “She literally just told you to hold still, skxawng.”

You looked toward Lo’ak who had his head down even when you had entered seconds ago. “Lo’ak.” You didn’t have to say much else as he approached your side. You looked toward Tsa’te, “Stay with your siblings, Bunny.”

“Yes, Mama.” Tsa’te said as she joined Neteyam at his side.

As you walked out of the marui with Lo’ak in tow, you sent both Jake and Neytiri a glance. Jake was already watching you, subtle observing your body for any wounds—eyes lingering a little longer on your stomach—before he spoke, “Any problems?”

“We managed to get all the guns and whatever else was in the train.” You replied. A frown rested on your lips, “Ezì was hurt. He’s with the healers now.”

Neytiri stood, “I’ll go see how he’s doing.”

“Thank you, Tiri.”

She nodded, squeezing your shoulder. She sent her son a lingering glance, cupping his cheek quickly before taking off.

You glanced toward Jake, “We’ll be back.”

Jake nodded looking at the both of you quietly as he worked on his gun.

With that, you and Lo’ak walked away from the marui. The boy still had yet to say anything, eyes still cast down.

“I’m not going to lecture you.” You say after a while. “If that’s what you’re expecting. You should know by now I’m not good with lectures.”

Lo’ak looked up at you slowly, “I know I messed up—”

You shook your head, “Why don’t you just tell me what happened?”

And so he did. He explained how he convinced Neteyam to go down to the battle to collect some of the guns even though they were supposed to be spotters. There was a blast that threw both him and Neteyam back, which caused Neteyam’s bleeding. Lo’ak went silent, cringing at your silence, still waiting for another lecture.

Instead you frown, “As of now, my son, we are at war. We’ve been here before. Long before you were born. Your father, mother, and I both lost a lot back then. And we don’t want to make the same mistakes now.” You rested your hand on his head. He looked up at you then, “Which means, I need you to listen every once and awhile, okay? I know your father can be hard but believe it or not, that’s his way of protecting you and your brother and your sisters. He doesn’t want to lose you all. So yes, he’ll be a bit hard on you because of that—albeit a bit unnecessary sometimes—but then you have to hold up on your end. Stay safe and don’t get you or your brother into any more trouble. Okay?”

Lo’ak nodded but frowned, “But…he sees me differently. So does Mom. And you…”

“In what way, sweet boy?”

You could tell he wanted to say something but it was gone in a matter of seconds as he shook his head, “Nothing. Nevermind. I’ll try to do better.”

For a moment you watched. He had a hard time expressing himself. Just like Jake. At least with words. You found yourself paying attention to Jake’s actions because of this, his reactions to things as small and controlled as they were. And now you did the same with Lo’ak. It took time for these two to open up. But when they do, it would be when they’re good and ready. Jake doesn’t have trouble opening up to you now these days of course, but back then he did a bit.

That was Lo’ak now.

You pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, “Alright, go back to your siblings.”

With one last nod, Lo’ak started back toward the way the two of you had come from. You didn’t follow. Instead, you went back to the marui that you and the rest of the Sullys shared. There you shrugged off your spear pouch and placed it to the side. There was a water bowl on the floor that you grabbed and began splashing some of that water on your arms where there was dried blood and dirt on it.

Once you seated yourself on the floor, Neytiri entered.

“He is resting. Ezì.” She informed you as she placed her bow down next to your spear. “Mother was able to stop most of the bleeding. But it will take a lot of time to heal. He won’t be able to fight for a while.”

A breath left your nose as you leaned back on your arms, “That’s good. Good, good, good.”

Neytiri knelt down beside you, staring at you gently, “You are exhausted. You should be getting more sleep.” She pressed a gentle kiss to your stomach. “His Mama shouldn't be so stressed.”

“How do you know it’s a boy?” You frowned curiously.

“I just know.” Neytiri said with a shrug and a smirk.

It was nice being playful with each other, even in a time of war. You needed these moments. Neytiri needed this. Or else you were sure you would go insane without it.

Jake entered seconds later. By that time, Neytiri was already preparing to cook dinner while you were getting the fish ready.

“Here.” Jake took the fish you were working on and tied it over the fire that was beginning.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I feel like we’ve been over this before. I’m not helpless, Jake. You’re acting like I’m months along instead of two weeks.”

“I’m your husband, I’m supposed to be taking care of my mates.” He pressed a kiss against your temple. “Besides, it seems you’ve had a bit of a day.”

“Where are the children?” Neytiri asked.

“Probably still at Mo’at’s place, trying to touch everything she told them not to touch.” You smiled slightly.

Neytiri rolled her eyes, “I’ll get them. I do not want to hear more complaints from my mother for the next few days again.”

When Neytiri left, Jake stopped messing with the fire and took the spot next to you with a sigh. You noticed he had taken off all his army gear at some point, although you don’t know when. Perhaps you were just too distracted with everything right now.

“You’re angry.” Jake stated.

“I’m not angry.”

“Fine. Annoyed.”

“…Close enough.”

Jake sighed, “He just doesn’t listen, Doc. And if I don’t say anything, it could get that knucklehead into more trouble—”

“Must I always do damage control whenever you do talk to him though?” You frowned at him. “There are better ways, Jake.”

“Must you always baby him every time I discipline him?”

“I don’t baby him.” You snapped. He was a baby.

That got Jake to back off instantly, his ears lowering a bit. “Okay, fine. Fine. I’m sorry.” For a moment the two of you were quiet. Perhaps it was just the pregnancy hormones or the war but your eyes became easily misty. “Hey.” He whispered gently to you, his hand finding the side of your face, caressing it with his thumb. “Hey, baby, what’s wrong?”

“They shouldn’t be here, Jake. Our children….they don’t deserve this.” You wiped your eyes instantly and shook your head. “This is exactly what I was afraid of.”

“I know.” Jake pulled you into his side.

You buried your face into his chest, allowing silent tears to continue to fall down your cheeks.

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[cryptidclaw]

Shriketail! Aka. Longtail in my AU! I've made a Longtail design before but I changed stuff about him in my au, aaaannd I just wanted to update it bec I wasn't completely pleased with it!

I gave him one floppy ear and blue eyes from his mom Downnose, and I made him look more like Down overall. I made his brown a bit paler and gave him more white to reference Down as well, plus I think it looks better. 

reblog with image descriptions

Info about him in my au below! warning it is very long (as usual lolol) v

-First off he is trans masc and Gay! He eventually ends up mates with Firestar and he is best friends/ in a queer platonic relationship with Sandstorm who is Firestar’s other mate! 

-his mother is Downnose! Down had a short affair with a kittypet, which resulted in Shrike!

-Down was extremely exited to be a mom, despite the fact that it would definitely cause some questions ... but I think that Shrike's kittypet parent (who was the one to birth him since Down is trans) didn't want a kid like Down did, and had just been enjoying a dumb affair, so they were perfectly happy with letting Down raise Shrike in ThunderClan.

-Down took Shrike to ThunderClan once he was weaned. Her showing up with a child caused a lot of drama, but Downnose refused to say who the parent was stating "I am a molly and this is my kit, Queens don't have to say who the other parent is, and that should be no different for me." The clan begrudgingly moved past it bec they knew how stubborn Downnose was and that she would not budge.

-Down looooved raising her kit, and absolutely adored Shrike, and after a while most of the clan just tried to ignore the mystery of where he came from. Though the main theory was that he was from that kittypet Down was always caught talking to (which was correct)

-when Shrike became an apprentice things went downhill, Darkstripe was his mentor and was a strong follower of "outsider bad, kittypet weak" and with all the rumors about Shrike being half kittypet, Dark was harsh on him and was determined to train the kittypet out of him. As a result Shrike became very insecure, and that took its from as anger, he chose to conform to Dark (and Tigerclaw)'s ways of thinking to prove himself and to keep himself separate from the strong possibility of his kittypet blood.

-during this time he grew apart from his mother, feeling anger and resentment towards her for having a kit with a cat outside the clans. This hurt Down a lot and she tried to get closer to her son again, but that just pissed him off more.

-he eventually became a warrior, and soon after Rusty, soon to be Firepaw, was taken to ThunderClan. All of his resentment toward kittypets caused him to start his fight with Fire, and he was only more angered when he lost that fight.

-and so began his animosity towards Fire, caused by his indoctrination to Tiger and Dark's xenophobic beliefs as well as his internalized hatred for his kittypet blood.

-over time however, Shrike started to grow to like and respect Fire, this was a very slow process, and he refused to admit it to himself or others. This process was helped by his mom constantly telling him off for being an asshole though.

-after Tiger was revealed to be a traitor, it really started to hit Shrike that maybe the things he was taught weren't something he should be believing. He stopped hanging around Dark as much and even started speaking to his mother more.

-and once Dark was revealed to be a traitor too? Shriketail came to terms with the fact that he had been wrong and an asshole, and really he always knew that deep down, he was just insecure. 

-after Swiftpaw’s death, Shrike started to grow closer to Fireheart. Fire had apologized to Shrike, stating that it was his fault that Swift had died, because he had been unable to convince Bluestar to make him a warrior. But Shrike told him he was being dumb and that Fire had done everything he could. 

-After this Shrike admitted to Fire that he didn't hate him at all, and apologized for how he had acted in the past. Fire forgave him, and they started hanging out as friends, and Shrike took it upon himself to tell others off if they said something rude to Fire, or chose to undermine his commands. 

-Shrike also became besties with Sandstorm, both having similar personalities (and they both could bond over their crushes on Fireheart) 

-Shrike was also close to his mother again, apologizing for how he had acted, and wanting to make up for the time he had been an ass to her. Down was just happy to have her baby back, though she would be sure to keep knocking sense into him if he ever acted stupid. 

-After the battle at the end of the first arc, Shrike was deeply wounded in the eyes by another cat, and would later completely lose his eyesight due to infection. 

-During this time Fire admitted his feelings for Shrike and they became mates, Fire is poly in this au, and is mates with both Sand and Shrike. 

-It was extremally hard for Shrike at first after being blinded, he had to give up his apprentice, since he was going to have to recover for a long while, he had and extremely hard time talking to his mother at first since Down is deaf, and he was unsure if he could ever be a warrior again. 

-But Shriketail’s support system came to help him! Down was determined to talk to Shrike despite their barriers, she learned how to better her speech, so they could understand each other. Down along with Fireheart and Sandstorm were determined to help Shrike learn to be a warrior again, and after a while Shrike was able to be just as good of a warrior as ever!

-Shrike helped raise Squirrelflight and Leafpool being like another parent to them, and it is often joked that it was the combination of having BOTH Sandstorm and Shriketail as parents that caused her to have that strong snarky, stubborn personality, and it doesn't help that her dad Fire is just as stubborn! 

-Shrike would later train Jaypaw, though Jay would choose to be a medicine cat, right before his warrior ceremony. Shrike and Jay have a very close relationship, Shrike basically being Jay’s grandfather, and them both having similar snarky personalities and both bonding over being blind. 

[gojo-enthusiast]

“You, Me & Malaysia” — Nanami Kento

Read Part 2 Here

mlist<3 | possible spoiler | part one | slight smut | canon

"I'm home my love." Your husband says as he takes his shoes off at the front door, as he tilts his head up, you are rushing over to him, and jumping into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Ahhh, don't ever ever ever leave me again for those stupid mission trips!" You groan, as you kiss your husband all over his face. "I know, I told them how I feel about overtime, but this was as lot heavier than normal." He says kissing you back gently, as he says that, you notice the bandage around his arm. "Ken, what happened?" You try to get down, but he clings to you closer. "Shoko fixed me up, I just haven't had time to take it off." He smiles, kissing your lips. "Kento, when are you going to quit this god forsaken job, we have enough money baby." You said, squeezing him in a hug, and placing your head in the crook of his neck. He walked over to the couch, sat down while you were still cradled to him. You and your husband always would talk about your dreams of moving away, away from the Jujutsu world, and finally start a family of your own.

"Kento..." You huffed out, little tears peeking out, "What is it my love?" He coos, wiping the tears from your cheek. "What if I got pregnant, and you're still doing this?" You questioned, a hint of nervousness filling you. You had found out you were pregnant yesterday when going to your Doctor, you guys hadn’t been trying, but you two weren’t necessarily not trying. You feel his hands squeeze you reassuringly, kissing your cheek "Well, then I would quit, and we could move to Malasyia, like what we have always talked about." He smiles. "What if I am pregnant?" You questioned a little more bluntly. "y/n." He says, with his eyes widening. "Ken- I'm pregnant." You say as you pull out the photo from your pocket. Tears start flowing out of your husband’s eyes, as he embraces you. "I'll talk to Satoru tomorrow." He smiles, kissing your lips. "I'm gonna be a dad, and you're gonna be a momma." He smiles. In that moment you feel something hard pushing at your heat. "Kento?" You look down at his groin. "Just imagining you full with my baby, I can't wait." He groans, thrusting upward.

Satoru agreed to Kento’s departure of Jujutsu High, but he asked for Kento to stay til the end of the year. Satoru knew Kento was reliable, and he was a good mentor for Yuji, he needed him the most right now. Especially after Suguru passed, everyone was on more of an alert than usual.

You were now 6 months pregnant, it was Halloween and your husband got called to Shibuya. Your anxiety filled you as you watched your husband getting dressed, in his normal blue button up, and leopard tie. Your stomach was aching, and it wasn’t from the baby moving and kicking. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He kisses you, then kisses your belly. "Kento, I beg of you, please don't go." You start to cry, the anxiety filling you. "It's my last mission, I already spoke to Satoru today, after this, I’m done. I promise after this, I will never live that life anymore." He embraces you as you held onto him. He kissed you all over your face, smiling before kissing your nose and then lips.

You didn’t know much of what was going on, you waited by your phone, getting updates here and there from Shoko. But then— radio silence. You waited and waited until finally your phone rang, picking it up immediately you see Shoko’s name—

The conversation started slow and calm, until you shouted for her to spit it out. "Y/n, Kento was badly hurt, burns all on his right side. Luckily I got to him before anything else could happened. The stitched face curse almost got to him, luckily Itadori got there in time." Shoko musters out. "But, Satoru has been sealed. Suguru is back, but it’s not Suguru, Sukuna wiped out part of Shibuya. But for Kento, to be frank with you y/n, once Kento is cleared, you guys need to get out, for the sake of you, him, and the baby." Shoko says, as she takes a drag of her cigarette. "Were you able to heal my husband?” You croaked out. "Yes, but the scaring is inevitable. He lost his right eye, but his skin is only scarred." Shoko repsonded. You muttered an okay, and eventually you hung up, and waited for your husband to come home. You called him, texted him, left him little voice memos, sent him videos of you and the bump. “Baby misses you daddy. Come home soon.” You would smile. Finally after 3 days of sending messages you saw the read receipts, “He finally has read it.” You smiled to yourself. Seeing the reply bubble appearing then disappearing. Finally within a few minutes, a response—

Kento: Darling, I am awake. Shoko informed me she called you and told you what has occurred here in Shibuya. I am okay, and will be home soon. I love you very much, we will talk more soon.

Kento: I miss you.

you read the messages your husband sent at 2AM. You hadn't slept much in days, worried about if your husband would try to go back to the mission.

You: Kenny, I miss you greatly, please come home soon to me and the baby.

You responded short and sweet, the last thing you wanted to do was stress out your husband.

Nanami: I will, let's move away once I'm back.

You: I'd love that.

It had been a week since he had woken up, he was in recovery with Shoko, but the day finally came that he would get to come home. You cooked his favorite meal, and bought his favorite sweet bread. You heard his keys jingle, and the knob turn, and the moment he walked in, you saw the way half of him, from his face to his arm was burned, the black eyepatch covering his missing eye. You wobbled quickly to your husband, and some how your body had this strength, you jumped up into his arms, holding onto him. "hi my darling." He smiled, kissing your wet cheeks, "Kento, oh how I have missed you." You cried, as you kissed his burned healed skin. "My husband, I have missed you so much." You repeated, crying into his embrace. He held you close to him, weeping onto your shoulder.

It was like that for quite some time, tears, kisses, embracing one another. “I don’t ever want to be apart again.” He mumbled into your shoulder. This was the first time you had felt your husband’s tears drip down.

You both sat on the couch eating dinner, he pulled you close to his body, wanting to feel you as close as possible, you could sense the uneasiness in his actions, when you stood up to grab something to drink or a napkin, he was quick to stand up with you and follow you like a puppy. "How's the food Kento?" You question. "So good, better than what Shoko cooks." He chuckles. You felt anxiety fill your heart as you thought about Gojo being sealed. "Kento, what is going to happen since Satoru is sealed?" You huffed out, "I don't care, I'm done with that life. They have sorcerers far stronger than me.” He grunts as he puts his plate down. “Kento, you’re strong.” You say, “not strong enough.” He huffs out. “My love, Shibuya was an unfortunate circumstance. A lot of people there who are “stronger than you”, were hurt. I mean fucking Satoru got sealed!” You huff out annoyed, and frustrated. “You’re strong, so don’t say some stupid shit like that to me.” You look away, feeling your eyes trickle in tears again. “I’m sorry, I’ve just been hard on myself.” He lowered his head. “It’s okay Kenny.” You smiled, kissing his burned hand. “Baby— let’s move away now.” You smiled, looking up at your teary eyed husband. “Let’s do it.” He smiled back, kissing you and pulling you back into his arms.

“Let’s go to Malaysia.”

[shivunin]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @greypetrel---thanks, as always! 💗

Tagging in turn (no pressure!) @star--nymph @ndostairlyrium @daggerbean @zenstrike @blightbear @inquisimer @dreadfutures @dungeons-and-dragon-age @nightwardenminthara @vakarians-babe

First, Warden scarf update: Progress is much quicker now that I am working on a more standard stitch. I am really enjoying the silver next to the blue and looking forward to the chainmail-y look it'll have as I add more rows. I am toying with trying to make an embroidered griffon, but that's an ambitious amount of embroidery for my current skill level. Still workshopping it a bit, but hoping to finish for the end of the month. Also, I finally found the right purple for the Leliana scarf, so I can finally finish that one, too!

And also, I have been working on some Baldur's Gate fic (below) as I feel out voice and dynamics:

“Back to camp?” she asked the others. 

Grumbling, they staggered their way back toward the clearing they’d chosen for the night. 

“What was it like?” Shadowheart asked, some time later. “Being a prodigy, I mean.”

Tav glanced sideways just in time to catch Gale’s grimace. The orb troubled him, she knew; he’d called himself prideful before, and perhaps losing so much of his skill had humbled him. Even so, nobody liked to have their nose rubbed in what they’d lost. Very well, then. She would take this blow much as she’d taken the arrow aimed for the wizard’s neck not half an hour earlier. 

“Lonely,” she said, finding the path before her and focusing on it. “You are held apart. Always praised before anyone else. Your peers resent you, even as they wish to imitate you. Mentors teach you your art at the exclusion of all other skills; the holes left by that sort of thing are never found until years later. One day, you realize that you are a master of your craft—this is around when everyone else has already learned how to make friends and fall in love and plan a life outside of your specialty. In this, you are woefully behind. But the acclaim—from far away, everybody loves you. They talk about you in their fine halls and in the city streets. They write poems and songs about what you’ve done.”

She sighed, still trying to find the words. 

“But by then—you never get to be a person again. It’s already too late.”

A bird sang in the tree overhead. Distracted, Tav paused and peered up at it. A simple tree sparrow, she thought. It blended almost perfectly with the branch it perched atop.

“Lovely day, innit,” the bird said, and she smiled slightly. 

“It is. The best I’ve seen in an age.” 

“You take care down there,” the bird said, peering down at them. “Big crowd of arseholes wandering round the woods these days. Burning trees, like.”

“I’ll be careful,” she promised, and the wound on her shoulder ached at the words. “Safe flight. Warm nest.”

“And you as well, mum,” the bird said, and fluttered away into the shadows of the wood. 

Tav hummed to herself, thinking about the smoke they’d seen in the distance. How far away might it be from camp? If someone really was burning the wood, they ought to do something about it before it caused even more harm than the crashed nautiloid. 

“Gods,” Astarion said, abruptly at her elbow, and she started. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say so many words at once. Did that spider knock something loose in that hard—I mean darling head of yours?” 

“Yes,” Shadowheart agreed, peering at her. “Awfully specific, too. What was it you said you did again? Before the tadpole and the crash, I mean.”

“Oh, nothing,” Tav told them, turning again to catch the last sight of the sparrow through the trees. “I’ve lived at the temple for years. I’m no one of any account.”

She started walking again. This seemed the best way to avoid the question—the other two being the ones most likely to spend long hikes grumbling than any of her other new companions. Unfortunately, Astarion kept pace with great ease. This was the trouble with all the armor, she decided unhappily. Once she got going, she could barrel right into an ogre and knock it over, but he had her beat for sheer speed. There would be no escape. 

“Oh, really?” he said. “And yet I somehow get the feeling you aren’t being entirely honest. Come now, darling, you’re among friends. Surely it wouldn’t kill you to share something. We’re all just dying to know more.” 

Something delicate and sharp crawled up her throat. Glass; always shattered glass. Tav choked it back and focused on the trees and the ground beyond. 

“We hail from the same place,” she reminded him, glancing at the pale elf from the corner of her eye. “You said yourself you don’t recognize me.”

Because she had shut herself away in her workshop for years. He almost certainly knew her name—the old one—but he would not know her now. What a blessing that was, from the hands of her Morninglord himself. How little it mattered then that she did not recognize herself when it meant that nobody else would, either. 

“I suppose I did,” he said, but his eyes remained narrow. 

“Say now,” Gale called from behind them, “about those boots you found. I think I’ve deciphered the enchantment on them. Rather clever—and simple to explain, too. You see—”

He launched into a detailed explanation not only of the boots in question, but also the method by which they might have been enchanted in the first place. Tav breathed a small, private sigh of relief and nodded to him in thanks. Gale smiled back, eyes crinkling at the corners. The topic, it would seem, had been dropped. 

For now, at least. 

[shinyhappysims]

Onyeka Family Update #2

All the Oneyka kids are finally married, so I think now is a good time for another update.

As a treat, this update will be from Adaeze’s POV, because we love to hear from a fellow snarker. Long post ahead because I probably won’t be doing this for the Onyeka fam again and I want to give a semblance of a conclusion to some of their stories.

My parents Bre (66) and Chukwuma (69) Onyeka are living their golden years in Henford-on-Bagley. I would say they tried their best at raising us but I’m not so sure I believe that. My parents and I don’t talk much, which is more than okay by me. They’ve forgiven me for the whole “secretly applied to college, snuck out and took a bus an hour away and never came back” thing. It’s the fact that literally everything else I’ve done after feels like a personal attack on them and everything they taught me. That’s more their problem than mine, to be honest.

The oldest Nnadi (39) is married to Miguel (39). They have a staggering quiver of 13 arrows: Gideon (21), Ephraim (19), Shoshanna(17), Bartholomew (14), Abigail (12), Obadiah (10), Keturah (8), Solomon (6), Tirzah (5), Maranatha (4), Galilee (3), Naphtali (1), Ebenezer (0). Yes, I definitely knew all the names of my sister’s kids off the top of my head and didn’t stalk her Simstagram and write down the names just a few minutes before this. Nnadi is obnoxious. I’m not mincing my words because she’s never had the grace to do so with me. She’s literally the person people talk about when they say they don’t like Christians. But that’s amazing for her. She can claim persecution for her beliefs. My parents are so proud that they made her a perfect little doormat for Jesus. All of her kids so far seem to be the same way. Glory be, I guess.

Kelechi (38) and Sandrine (41) are the Pastor and 1st lady of Calvary Baptist Church in Brindleton Bay. They have 4 children: Faith (16), Daniel (9), Noah (7), and Grace (5). They are, in my opinion, true Christians. Kelechi always has been supportive of me and my siblings that aren’t the way my parents dreamed. As a pastor, he tries his hardest to give objective answers and uses the bible to support his advice, which has led to his popularity as a mentor. Calvary’s population has nearly doubled in his time as pastor. Kelechi and Sandrine were not intending to have such a large gap between Faith and Daniel. Their marriage was very strained in the first few years and they thought having another child would be the fix. Unfortunately, Sandrine had a battle with cancer. Luckily it was caught in the early stages and she pulled through, but the way Kelechi treated her during that time strengthened their relationship and they had more children because they actually loved each other now. If anyone deserves that happy ending, it’s them.

My twin and favorite sibling Chidi (36) is in an open domestic partnership with the lovely Sade (37). They live in San Myshuno and have no kids, and probably never will. Chidi is an attorney and Sade is an artist. For awhile, Chidi flew under the radar and didn’t make too many waves but that changed about 5 years ago. I think it was a combination of turning 30 and meeting Sade that made him want to stop trying to appease our parents and just live the way he wanted. Chidi is no longer a Christian. He wanted to stay one at first but the more he deconstructed, the more he realized it wasn’t a fit for him.

It’s me, Adaeze (36)! The Onyeka family failure—not at all. My parents just wish I was. When my husband Raj (38) isn’t being an absolute dreamboat he’s an art restoration specialist at the Simsonian Museum here in Newcrest. We have the coolest little girl named Kali (6) and I haven’t told anyone yet, but we have a second baby on the way! My parents have never met Kali and I don’t plan on letting them. Growing up is hard enough when you don’t have your own grandparents trying to drag you into a cult.

My sister Isioma (34) and her husband Anwar (36) are living their best lives in Del Sol Valley. They have 5 kids and are expecting number 6 anyday now: Imani (11), Aaliyah (9), Malik (8), and twins Layla and Rahim (4). Isioma has somehow mastered the balance between impressing Mom and Dad and doing whatever she wants. As much as I love her, there are just some things that I can’t talk to Isioma about. She’s nowhere near as bad as Nnadi, but I don’t think she realizes just how close minded she still is. She’s slowly getting better though.

(hi it’s kwanjai please ignore that Layla’s hair glitched black and the twin’s diapers aren’t changed it’s been a long day and I refuse to take this pic again lmao)

Jachike (32) lives in Windenburg with his wife Maisie (29). They have 7 children: Renata (9), Beaumont (7), Irving (6), Gwendolyn (5), Cordelia (2), Anneliese (1) and Hans (0). I’m fully convinced that they only got married because they were horny for each other and now they don’t know what to do except keep fucking and having more kids. They don’t really seem well matched in my opinion either. Growing up, Jachike was a down to earth, guy next door type, and Maisie just seems extremely out of touch. I mean… she named a child Hans. Maisie also mentioned she only wanted 8 kids, but she’s got a lot of child bearing years left, so I have no clue what her plan is.

Nnadi Jr. Ifeanyi (29) is married to Nolan (40) and is the proud mother of 6 children: Jordan (8), Lorelai (6), Connor (5), Thomas (4), Alanna (2), and Natasha (0). The only difference between Ifeanyi and Nnadi is that Ifeanyi follows the bible’s command for women to be quiet. All that hate just simmers on the inside. The average person would be rightfully weirded out by her and her husband’s age gap, but Ifeanyi wears it with pride. She thinks it’s a testament to her maturity and meekness. No, bestie… you were groomed. Anyways, my money is on her to have the most kids out of all of us.

Ifeanyi’s much cooler twin sister Onyinye (29) is married to Joseph (29) and they have 1 daughter, Nwanneka (1). Growing up I became really close to Onyinye. When I moved out I felt like I was leaving behind my child. Onyinye is like me in a lot of ways: science career, having kids on our own terms, only ones with hot husbands. The only difference is she’s still a Christian. I’m proud she was still able to find the loving aspects of that religion, even though I wasn’t. I also love that she doubled down on her emo phase. I remember our mom used to force her and Ifeanyi to dress alike in sickeningly pink bows and huge, frilly dresses.

Lotanna (27) lives in a sad beige house in Henford-on-Bagley with his sad beige wife Tori (27) and their sad beige children Brixten (2) and Trigg (0). Lotanna is the sibling I’m most wary of. He seems normal on the surface, especially now that he’s married to picture perfect Tori, but then he opens his mouth and the foulest statement you’ve ever heard pops out. He’s never evolved passed edgy Simeddit thread humor, except now it’s not humor, he legitimately thinks that way. I seriously feel bad for his future daughters.

Sochima (26) has been married to Ciaran (28) for just under a year. I’ve never met Ciaran in person. He seems like the average guy we grew up with, which would be horrifying for me, but a dream for Sochima. Surprised that we haven’t gotten a pregnancy announcement from them yet. I would’ve put her up there with Nnadi and Ifeanyi in terms of the number of babies she would pop out. Wonder what’s going on there.

[theothermorganh]

I haven't talked about my Mannequin OC in a hot minuet.

And updated drawin with some info.

Text:

The Mannequin Age: 15 He/Him Height: 5',3"

Abilities: Eats rocks Can mend clothing for health Specialized weapons and armor Can switch body parts for new ones- Each body part has durability and will affect speed. (Arms- Crafting speed and attack speed/dmg. Legs- Walking speed. Head- No durability. Torso- Over all health.)

More info if you want it under cut: (And sketches :3)

Full sets of upgrades (Parts):

-Base: (You start with it and you go back to it once your other parts break) (They are under the new parts) Health: 150 Sanity: 150 Hunger: 200 Speed: Normal Durability: Infinite

-Marble: Health: 200 Sanity: 150 Hunger: 200 Speed: + 0.5% (From base) Durability: 100 health

-Thelucite: Health: 250 Sanity: 180 Hunger: 200 Speed: + 1.0% (From base) Durability: 250 health

-Dreadstone / Moon shard Health: 280 Sanity: 200 Hunger: 200 Speed: +1.5% (From base) Durability: 300 health

Weapons:

-The Mannequin's sword: Dmg: 80 Durability: 150 Debufs: If a survivor that isn't the Mannequin uses it they have less atk power and a chance for it to slip out of their hands (It is smaller than regular swords and unwieldly to the non stone-like hands) Crafting: 1 gold, 1 thelucite, 4 sticks, 2 marble

Armor:

-A new coat: Health: 150 Protection: 99% Debufs: Mannequin has no plus wearing it but other survivors will feel warm and comforted. (+ Heat, +Sanity) Crafting: 2 Beefalo wool, 3 silk, 1 thermal stone, 2 nightmare fuel

-A fashionable hat: Health: 90 Protection: 40% Debufs: No sanity drain but no sanity gain.

-A New Mask?: Health: ??? Protection: ??? Debufs: Inflicts 100% of health to wearer. (Instant kill) (Decoration piece but you can end everything by taking off your old mask.)

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Full list of abilities:

Eating rocks gains health and hunger, normal food do nothing but gain sanity. They eat by mushing it into cracks in their body. Marble gains extra hunger and health.

Sanity doesn't go up or down by normal means.

Every 5 days makes one glob of nightmare fuel.

Drops rock and marble when hit.

Can't 'eat' Fish.

Looses extra health in the dark (Charlie hits him extra hard) (About 20-30 extra points of damage.)

Gains speed in the dark (Adrenaline does wonders. Also fear.)

Can't carry the large marble statues.

Mends clothes, armor and weapons with health.

Ghost wears everything at death, doesn't drop your stuff.

Takes more damage than usual. (Except to boss creatures)

Deathly scared of Nightmare creatures (Can't fight them)

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Back story:

His mentor had made Charlie's dress (Her favorite one). His mentor died and Charlie wanted another dress so she dragged him into the constant to make her another one. He did but saw what she was doing to the survivors so he destroyed it. She got angry at the act and had mutilated his face so no one could even look at him. She sown a mask into his skin where nightmare fuel seeped in and keeps it there. He had tried to take it off but died from blood loss. Nightmare fuel leaks from the mask slowly. His body slowly fell apart and so he made new parts from stone so he could move.

He sticks with Maxwell because Maxwell was a familiar face and could relate to being ostracized by the group. He doesn't know why Maxwell is being hated and he never told him due to the fact that it would make the boy shy away from him to.

He is scared of Winona due to her looking like Charlie but is warming up to her since she helps him make new parts when he breaks his old ones.

Sketches: Body horror (Kinda) TW

I believe I have more notes on him but I have to find them...

[infinitetelevision]

Machines

Silo. Season 1, Episode 3.

I continue to be incredibly engaged watching this show - it is fabulous, and this episode is no exception. The previous two episodes had a heavy use of flashback and focused first on Alison in episode 1 and Holston in episode 2. Episode 3 is all about Juliette (and a little bit the mayor) and discards the flashback mechanism. We're right where we left off from episode 2 and moving forward from there without any time skips. In another shift, the previous two episodes focused on life outside the silo and ended with the aforementioned characters leaving. This episode was all about life inside the silo. It was tense, it was dramatic, and while it only gave a few details about the mystery that surrounds the place, it was incredibly well done.

Show so far: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Episode: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

-Ace Analyst

More spoilery talking points below the cut:

Specific talking point number 1: The generator plot. Tense, well acted. Five out of five, no notes. I genuinely didn't know if someone was going to die, or if the generator would temporarily break.

Specific talking point number 2: The mayor's plot. I liked this. If Judicial is the enemy, as the past three episodes have hinted they are, then (the beginning of) this episode made it clear that the mayor wasn't in on it. (That's ignoring the end, which only cemented that in my mind.) I liked that she was a mayor of the people, stopping to chat on various levels, and I liked her side little romance with the deputy, which I pegged shortly before it happened. Unfortunately, I doubt she'll be with us much longer :(. As soon as she seemed a little unsteady at her desk I had a sinking feeling in my gut. Plus, people tend to only use the restroom on TV for plot related reasons. The blood suggests she's been poisoned to me, but we'll see where it goes.

Specific talking point number 3: Water. There's some clever world-building going on with all the water in these episodes. They never say it outright, but I'm pretty sure no one in the silo knows how to swim. Why would they? It's not like there's space or water available for a pool somewhere. (They haven't even said the word 'swim' out loud.) Juliette panicking at the sight of all the water at the bottom makes sense. But, from the shots of her in the containment tank as it filled up with water, I get the feeling she might be the first person to think about swimming in a long time (except for perhaps George). I'm interesting to see where that goes.

Specific talking point number 4: Outside. No update on Holston and Alison beyond the word truth written on the badge, but I'm 99% sure that when the power shut off, the screen flickered to one of greenery. Doesn't mean that outside is all fine and dandy, but it does mean the screen can be controlled, which points to a larger plot. Not that the show itself wasn't already doing that, but it was a nice glimpse and confirmation of some suspicions for the audience. I don't know what the truth is, but I know it's not what the people in the silo are being told.

Minor point 1: Juliette's family. Juliette's father clearly hasn't seen her in ages, while the mechanic woman (I didn't catch her name) is clearly a parental/mentor figure. It was interesting to compare those scenes, and gave us some more hints at who Juliette is.

Minor point 2: Juliette as sheriff. Her taking charge in Mechanical, especially as the episode evolves with Cooper, makes me think she'll do alright. She's not a terrible choice - she's got leadership qualities - even though only Holston knows the reasoning behind his decision.

Minor point 3: Judicial. It was a deliberate choice during this episode to show the character from Judicial with his son, to humanize him. Whether it's meant on a grander scale (even enemies are people) or more plot relevant (they're not the enemies) remains to be seen.

Minor point 4: Gay people. I'm not about to give the show points for the bare minimum or anything, but it was nice to hear about the mechanic lady's former wife.

[rhonuscorner]

That moment when you think you’re finally fully satisfied with your canon DAI worldstate, when suddenly, LI doubts

Ugh I need to rant 😂

So I finished my Bullmance playthrough yesterday, I updated the keep and figured I’m fully ready for DAD now.

During that last scene with Solas in Trespasser yesterday I was really feeling the Solas feels again, but no. Not happening. I did his romance with Tae once years ago, I enjoyed it, but ultimately I prefer him in a good trusted friend and mentor role. I went back to Bull, who was my first choice for Tae way back on release day and figured not even Dorian could change my mind.

I’ve done a Dorianmance too and I love him, but ultimately, I prefer him as one of Tae’s closest friends as well.

And I do really love Bull, I always considered him a really good fit for Taerel (no pun intended) and he’s still one of my favorite characters... but there was this nagging feeling in the back of my mind during this playthrough that I couldn’t really put my finger on and was difficult to ignore. I knew it was related to the romance because I got the option to lock in a romance with Dorian before Bull and I agonized over it before I told myself no, stick with the plan.

It’s been almost 10 years since I first settled on Bull for Tae, and Tae’s grown so much as a character even to this day, especially recently now that I’ve started working on his story again and I always figured... if not Dorian and Solas, who else is there for Tae to romance? As in, characters that I like as well?

I was on AO3 just now and somehow I ended on the Male Lavellan/Cullen tag aaaaaaaaaaaand here we are. Doubting.

And I don’t need this right now! 🤣 I’ve done three different romances with Tae but Cullen was never a real part of that picture and neither was Blackwall. Yet I just took a moment to envision what it would be like if Cullen and Tae were close in that manner and... it actually has potential. And I dunno how I feel about that.

I never much cared for Cullen before, I didn’t dislike him, I was just... neutral about his character. But I really enjoyed him this time around, and maybe it’s because I’m older too compared to the last time I played this game (2016). I guess that makes sense.

Just the whole... Elven mage who is an important religious figure and actually converts to Andrastianism one day... plus disgruntled ex Templar who is very religious and also has massive magic related PTSD. I could really do a lot with that and my brain is trying to run away with it.

So now I am very conflicted lol. I know there’s a bi Cullen mod on nexus, I don’t know if it still works (the comments on the mod page make me question) but I kinda wanna try it out, even though I JUST finished a playthrough.

On the other hand I’m like NO. STICK WITH BULL.

On the other other hand... I could have Adoribull in my game >3>

I dunno what to dooooooooo. I NEVER for ONE second since I first played DAO waaaaaaay back when... that one day I’d be considering Cullen as an LI. What the fuck lol

I’m gonna sleep on it and give it some more thought tomorrow but... yeah, I may actually try it out and see if I really like it or if I can really rule it out. >>;

[eclecticsophism]

study/gradblr post! welcome to my 2nd year of MA

don't have any photos for this week bc my phone broke!!! using an older phone that toes the line between smart phone and feature phone atm.

in sum: in the last two weeks I've moved back to the city, completed initial training for my new job, started my new job, and started a new academic term! has been v hectic and i look forward to falling into a routine and consistent flow state. a lil stumbly atm!

my job is very outward facing and a significant part of it puts me in a mentor role -- i'll begin to see students on tuesday which is nervewracking but i'm looking forward to it. there's also the possibility that i'll be offering services in another lang coming up, we'll see

i also got an update about who my potential thesis advisor will be! for context: i need to have a confirmed thesis advisor by this term in order to complete my degree w/i my aspired timeline (re: fall 2024 being my term where I tie up the loose ends). i've spent a considerable part of my summer doing preliminary work to narrow my topic and develop a working knowledge base, BUT despite interacting with quite a few instructors I hadn't received a straight answer and have been low-key stressed. however, i met with one of my instructors yesterday to talk about coursework in my class with him and he told me what he was thinking about and that he had plans to bring the matter up in an upcoming faculty meeting (??? this is what happens when only 2 people in ur cohort are doing the thesis option supongo). it's been extra complex this year bc one of the instructors that also specializes in discourse analysis is on sabbatical -- so all thesis students wanting to do discourse analysis are going to this instructor. but the cool news is i might be able to have the instructor who i piloted my thesis w/ (who's technically in a different department, but also not really bc he has an office in the dept and teaches classes in the dept/crosslisted with the dept lolol) as my advisor???? and he actually might be more comfortable with this topic than the suggested advisor bc he's familiar with online community research. he and i also have research interests that extremely align so it would be a privilege to work with him :(( keeping my fingers crossed

in terms of coursework: i have a lot of readings to do (today actually o_o) but my classes seem really interesting and it's so nice that i get to see my friends again

i got what i think is food poisoning (?) between tuesday and thursday which made this week a lot rockier than I had wanted it to be :(( feeling a lil better now but am looking forward to feeling More Like a Human soon

shout out to all my studyblr/gradblr friends ily

[melanielocke]

The Stars Collide - Chapter 14

I've been busy with the Alastember challenge so hadn't updated, but I figured I shouldn't wait too long until the next chapter. The theme of today is vague enough that I figured this one might fit too. @alastair-appreciation-month

Thomas finished his eggplant stew with some lime juice and fresh cilantro. In Lightwood, they grew herbs in the garden but here store bought would have to do. Christopher showed up half an hour late, which was convenient because Thomas had lost track of time cooking as well and Christopher ended up arriving just when the meal was finished and Alastair had laid the table.

‘Sorry!’ Christopher said the moment Thomas opened the door. ‘I had miscalculated how long my experiment would take and I could hardly leave it half finished.’

Thomas raised an eyebrow. ‘I thought you had the day off.’

‘I did. It was an at home experiment,’ Christopher said.

Alastair frowned. ‘Is that safe?’

‘Probably,’ Christopher said. ‘What did you make, Thomas?’

‘Eggplant stew,’ Thomas said. ‘Kit, when was the last time you ate?’

‘I’m not sure,’ Christopher said.

Thomas sighed. Christopher had never been particularly good at looking after himself. While Thomas had often helped him in that regard, he hadn’t had as much time for that since getting married. He had Alastair to look after now, and his husband wasn’t any better at taking care of himself than Kit was. Thomas made a mental note to schedule a couple of reminders for Kit’s mealtimes.

‘Come on, then,’ Thomas said. ‘How has your research been?’

‘Difficult to find participants,’ Christopher said, his mouth full with eggplant stew. ‘But I can attune my computers to read participant’s powers, it has not been wrong since my last adjustments.’

‘How would that work? Could you just scan anyone and figure out what powers they have?’ Alastair asked.

‘No, nothing like that,’ Christopher said. ‘You have to put electrodes on someone’s head. It turns out that magic lies in the brain regardless of if it is a mental power or not. One of my participants can make plants grow through touch of her hands, but I can find the power in her brain, not her hands.’

‘And did you invent that machine?’ Alastair asked.

‘No, no, I am just continuing my mentor’s research. Henry is the one who invented the machine, I am just improving it.’

Alastair frowned. ‘Henry, as in, Charles’ father?’

‘Yes,’ Christopher said. ‘He has always been my big example, one of the greatest scientists of our planet. I wanted to be just like him, and now I am continuing his research.’

Thomas wondered what kind of relationship Alastair had had to his in laws. He’d always been close with Henry and Charlotte and imagined they would have liked Alastair. Except, of course, that it seemed like Charles had isolated Alastair and Thomas had to believe Henry and Charlotte would have stepped in, had they known Charles wasn’t treating Alastair well.

‘I knew he was a scientist but didn’t realize he’d done so much work on magic,’ Alastair said stiffly. ‘You wouldn’t know if Charles ever led or funded any of those research projects, right?’

‘Wouldn’t he have told you?’ Christopher asked. ‘Henry was always a little disappointed that Charles and Matthew weren’t so interested in his research.’

‘That’s the thing,’ Alastair said. ‘My power is my memory. I never forget and can go back in time to revisit old memories. I can even access other people’s memories. But lately my power has been malfunctioning and I realized I forgot things. So even if I knew what Charles was working on at the time, I forgot.’

‘That sounds like a complicated issue,’ Christopher said. ‘Beyond losing some memories, are there other things that are different? Can you still access your memory?’

‘Yes, I can still revisit anything except for the days I forgot. With Charles’ death, it was more obvious there were gaps but after that I went further back in time and chronologically skipped through days and found there were more days I lost, all within the last year. My memory is out of control too sometimes, I can get lost in a memory I don’t want to revisit and struggle to get out.’

‘Why do you not wish to revisit those memories?’

Christopher’s tone was innocent, but Thomas worried it might not go over well. Christopher often said things that offended people when he’d meant nothing by it, and he wasn’t sure what to expect from Alastair.

‘Not all of us can live perfect, happy lives,’ Alastair spat out. ‘And even if we did, I’d rather not be stuck in the past against my will.’

Christopher looked unsure, averted his gaze to Thomas, silently begging for help.

‘Alastair and I got trapped in one of my old memories together,’ Thomas said. ‘I think we can all agree that’s a situation we want to avoid in the future.’

‘Of course,’ Christopher said. ‘It’s unfortunate I don’t have a base reading of your power, otherwise I could compare, but I could still do a reading and see if I can find any cause for your problem. I can’t make any promises for a solution, but I’ll see what I can do.’

‘Wait,’ Alastair said. ‘I’m not yet sure if I want that. I don’t like being experimented on.’

Christopher frowned. ‘It doesn’t hurt, and we don’t do blood tests anymore. We haven’t really found any reliable blood markers. For a reading, all you’d have to do is wear the electrodes and sit in the chair for a while. It isn’t scary.’

‘But your technology is still experimental.’

‘Yes,’ Christopher said. ‘The readings are reliable, but beyond that no promises. I do know there is no harm done doing a reading, and I would always ask for your consent if we were to do anything else.’

Thomas shared a look with Alastair, and attempted to be encouraging. He wanted Alastair to be able to make this choice for himself and not feel forced into anything, but Thomas did not quite know how to accomplish that. He didn’t know why Alastair was scared of experimentation, and it might be to do with the memories he lost.

‘Are there any other scientists working with Henry’s machine?’  Thomas asked.

‘Beyond my and Henry’s team, no,’ Christopher said. ‘The methods are classified, and if any scientist wants to use the program for their own research they’d have to request permission from Henry and Charlotte. The program could be dangerous if further developed in the wrong hands, so that’s why they’re so careful with it.’

‘So it’s unlikely I lost memories of being experimented on,’ Alastair said.

‘You never volunteered for any of my experiments at least, but maybe you should talk to Henry,’ Christopher said. ‘If Charles had any interest, he wouldn’t have asked me to do research for him, he would have asked his father.’

Thomas wondered what had happened, what Alastair had lost. Was there anything Charles had been working on? Charles had never been interested in science as far as Thomas knew, except in what it could accomplish for him perhaps. And while he could picture Charles funding research he thought might be useful for him, he and Alastair hadn’t found anything like that in his files.

‘Perhaps it’s not in Charles’ files because it was not really his project,’ Thomas said. ‘But rather one of Henry’s that he volunteered Alastair for?’

‘I don’t know how likely it is that I wouldn’t know about it, Henry never talked about any projects involving memory magic. But it can’t hurt to ask him. He’d love to tell you more about his research.’

‘You must Henry know well,’ Thomas said to Alastair, wondering how Alastair’s relationship with his in laws had been.

Sure, Alastair hadn’t really met Thomas’ family yet beyond their wedding, but Thomas intended for them to spend more time together once Alastair had gotten more used to this whole situation. Eugenia seemed to like him already, and Thomas was sure his parents would grow to love him too.

‘I knew him,’ Alastair said. ‘But Charles was closer with his mother, and I knew her better too. I knew Henry did research and that it involved magic sometimes, but I don’t know the particulars. I guess I’ve always been wary of researchers.’

‘There’s many ways this technology could be misused, that is why Henry is so careful with giving out permission to use it,’ Thomas said. ‘But Kit and Henry both only want to improve the world with their inventions.’

‘Exactly,’ Christopher said. ‘That’s why we always consult an ethics board. I want to make sense of the world, and of magic, but only in a way that benefits people.’

‘Perhaps,’ Alastair said. ‘But you could still decide that harming people like me would be what’s best for the greater good. And I would understand that reasoning. But I don’t want to be part of such an experiment either, I do not want such technology to exist. Once something is created, it cannot be taken back.’

‘That is true,’ Christopher said. ‘And some discoveries will change the world forever. However, in your case I would not be experimenting on you to improve my knowledge, it would be purely to help you with your problem. I would not ask you to participate in any studies, since it seems to be something that frightens you. But with some tests I might be able to figure out how to reset your memories. I have a few ideas for what might work.’

‘Such as?’

‘Electroconvulsion therapy. Or deep brain stimulation. My guess would be the first, but I would want to make an EEG first either way.’

‘Absolutely not,’ Alastair said. ‘What, you think I’m crazy? I’m going to let you shock me.’

‘That’s not what ECT is,’ Christopher said. ‘Nor would you be awake during the procedure. It’s still not entirely clear how it works, but I always thought of it as a reset of the brain of sorts. It’s most effective against depression and other mental disorders, but your power lies in the same parts of the brain. Now, a common side effect of ECT is memory loss, but I think in your case it might jumpstart your powers instead.’

‘I do not have depression,’ Alastair bit out. ‘And how does resetting the brain sound any better?’

‘Maybe we should take some time to think about it,’ Thomas suggested carefully. ‘There’s no need to make any rushed decisions.’

Alastair still looked annoyed, but didn’t say anything and continued eating. There had to be a reason, right, for Alastair’s resistance to anything Christopher suggested? But how could Alastair have been part of any previous experiments if no one else had access to the required technology?

For the rest of the evening, Thomas tried to gently divert the conversation away from experiments and Alastair’s memory issues, which was hard because science was Christopher’s favorite topic to talk about. In the end, Alastair and Christopher settled on theories behind wildlife on different planets, something they had both been interested in as children. In the end, Alastair was not so different from Christopher. He had his own interests, and they just needed to find some common ground. It didn’t take long until Thomas couldn’t follow along their conversation anymore and he had to remind himself that Christopher and Alastair were two of the most intelligent people he’d ever known and it didn’t make him stupid that he couldn’t follow along. Thomas had his own strengths, and evolutionary biology was not one of them. He spoke four languages, and Alastair liked it when he spoke Turanian with him.

Alastair’s mood seemed much improved by the time Christopher left and Thomas knew to wait a little longer before bringing up Christopher’s suggestions for Alastair’s memory problem again. Alastair was sitting on the couch with a book, wearing a shirt with the top unbuttoned, showing just enough skin to make Thomas’ pulse pick up. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed how attractive Alastair was, but Thomas knew he couldn’t act on his attraction. He knew Alastair had no feelings for him and was still processing what had happened to him with Charles. If Thomas let Alastair know just how much he wanted him, he didn’t think Alastair would set boundaries. He wouldn’t refuse him. And so Thomas had to make sure Alastair never found out how he felt.

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[dragoqueen]

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

Wow, I really need to create a consistent writing schedule and posting schedule for the stuff I post (I cross post on three different websites) cause I’ve been neglecting this one for a while. Anyway, here’s this. Maybe I’ll start updating more often! 

Words: 644

Summary: While Loki is questioning Peter he accidentally trauma-dumps... a lot. But Peter's there to comfort him in his tough times and offer reassurances for the future.

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“Why do you care about me so much?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… everyone in the tower hates me. I attacked your city. I killed some of your people. I hurt your mentor, nearly killing him. Why don’t you hate me like the rest of them?”

“I believe in second chances. Mr. Thor says you’re good so I’ll believe him until you give me a reason to believe otherwise. Besides, Mr. Thor said… he said that someone brainwashed you?

That it wasn’t actually you doing all of that.”

“Oh. He said that? And you… you believed him?”

“Yes. Were you actually..?”

“Brainwashed? Yes. It’s… complicated. You see, my father always favored Thor over me. I learned later in life that was due to the fact that I wasn’t his biological son. I was, in fact, the son of our kingdom’s enemy. Laufey. A frost giant… a monster. He resented me for that reason. I’ll never know why he took me only to treat me so terribly.

“Thor, having looked up to our father so much, decided that he too would hold the same grudge against me. He treated me well in our childhood, as any brother would, but it changed when he found out my true identity. He was different. Crueler. He and his friends found great joy in tormenting me. So I fought back. Decided that if they were going to treat me like some plague to the family then I’d become just that. My pranks suddenly got more hurtful. They started causing more harm than something just for laughs. I- I hurt a lot of people. I just… didn’t know what else to do.

“And then I tried to take over Asgard. Almost succeeded too, if my idiotic conscious hadn’t regretted fighting against him. So instead I sacrificed myself to what I thought would be a quick and somewhat painless death. Giving myself away to the void to end all previous hurt I’d felt from my father and brother. Instead it was just the start of many more pains.

“I fell on a lost planet. A tribe found me. They kept me on the verge of death. I went from one torture to the next, from being starved nearly to death to being put through torment after torment that should’ve killed me had they not revived me; only to put me through it once again. Eventually I gave up. Lost any hope of escaping or returning to any sort of normal life I once lived.

“That’s when the mad titan found me. Thanos was his name. He helped me get better. Fed me, cared for me, even trained me with the promise of restoring my previous glory. I felt no wish for what once was my greatest desire, but I feared that he would cast me back out to the tribe. So instead I stayed with him, hoping that with the promise of becoming one of his children after succeeding by completing a mission I would find a family. Someone who would care for me.

“As I was trained, I realized that it was a lie. I continued under the guise that I wished to join him but truthfully I wished to escape the soonest chance I got. When I was finally deemed worthy enough to go on my mission to retrieve for him the tesseract from Midgard - or your Earth, he got doubts of me. While they were, in fact, valid it nonetheless didn’t help. He used the very scepter on me I used to control people here on Earth. Made my mind only focused on the one task of getting him the tesseract.

“I’m not sure how much Barton’s told you about his… experiences under the scepter's control, but it’s not a pleasant experience. Your own conscience is still there. It’s just pushed back into the back of your mind. It’s replaced by someone else’s thoughts. Their commands. You’re forced to do whatever they say, no matter how much you try and push against it. Somehow, I was able to take what little strength I had left as a god and control my actions a little. I sabotaged the mission as much as I could by getting myself captured, purposefully recruiting people that would further encourage your SHIELD to fight back against me, and creating loopholes in my plan to bring the Chitauri here. I did many things I regret under his control, and as much as I wish I could blame it on him there’s always a small part of me that just… blames myself.

“Try as I can, there’s not much I can do to change my past. So instead I’ve been focusing on my future. Doing what I can to mend relationships with the people here at this tower, staying out of trouble as much as I can, and making as little a mess for my brother as possible. I know this all sounds rather troubling but it’s my reality. I- I am sorry for dumping this on you rather suddenly. You are rather easy to talk to. My apologies for any troubles I may have brought on you I can leave-”

Loki pauses as Peter suddenly changes his slightly calm and disturbed expression he’d held the entire conversation into that of one full of… remorse. Peter’s silent for a moment, and Loki starts worrying that he’d said too much. Perhaps the youngling would go and tell all of the Avengers. He’d be mocked by them and likely cast out. His brother likely wouldn’t do much to stop them. He was on a thin line with getting Thor to bring him here already. It was only because of his mother’s wishes that he was safely harbored on Earth instead of in the dungeons under Odin’s wrath. He didn’t know if he’d be able to-

Oh.

“What is this?” he asks.

Loki pauses, trying to figure out the reaction from the spiderling. He’d thrown himself at Loki, but instead of attacking, like Loki thought he might, he’d wrapped his arms around him in some form of… endearment.

Yes, that’s what it was. Loki hadn’t experienced something like this in forever. While his brother had used to hug him often back when they were civil to each other, such interaction had since waned. The only physical reaction he ever got that wasn’t negative and fueled by rage or distaste was from his mother, whom he hadn’t seen in nearly a year. He didn’t want to move, for fear of ruining the moment or startling the young avenger. All he could do was sit there, his arms still held out slightly in alarm. His mind focused on Peter’s breathing. Strong and steady against his own panicked breathing for fear of doing something wrong.

His mind was focused on how mad Thor would probably be if he found out that Loki had spilled their family secrets. One of the oaths he'd been made to swear before being allowed back to Earth was that he'd never speak of the things that occurred on Asgard. All of their family troubles and torments towards Loki were to be hidden to the Avengers as to not ruin their image of Thor and possibly risk war against their people. Thor also feared that if they found out what Odin had done to Loki they'd take Loki's favor over Thor's own, something that he certainly couldn't use for his benefit during his prolonged stay on Earth. He quickly pushed back from Peter. Though, he almost immediately regretted it at a single look at Peter’s distressed face. He scooted away from him on the couch, pulling his knees to his chest protectively, and almost instinctively as it was one of the positions he often held while trying to protect himself against Thor or Odin’s attacks.

“I- I’m terribly sorry. I shouldn’t have told you any of that. Thor can’t know any of this. Please. Don’t tell him any of this. He… I don’t know what he’d do to me if he found out you knew. You have to keep this a secret. Please.”

He was getting distressed. He could hear from his strained voice and the pleading evident in his tone. But he had no other option. The boy couldn’t tell Thor.

“Mr. Loki, it’s okay. You don’t have to worry about anything. I- I won’t tell anyone if you really don’t want to. But I feel like you could benefit if I were to tell Mr. Stark. He might be able to help you. We could get you some help and get you away from… from Mr. Thor. If he’s really as bad as you say. I- I thought he was good. He seemed so good.”

“People often seem good in the eyes of those less fortunate and under their mercy. Even for their own sake. He was protecting himself. I can’t blame him. I can’t even blame him for what he’s done for me. Pathetic I know.”

“No. Mr. Loki you are not pathetic. I think you’re strong. And brave for having stayed strong despite everything you’ve been through. Listen, I know I’m a kid and I can’t do much but if you ever have anything you need to talk about, something you need to get off your shoulders, you can come and takl to me. You don’t have to worry about me telling Mr. Loki. We shouldn’t have to suffer through these things alone.” Loki couldn’t believe it. All the things he’d just told Peter and yet he was offering him comfort. And an offer that he simply shouldn’t refuse. He knew it was bad to keep all of that bottled up. But what was he supposed to do? No one else it seemed would believe him, or even care enough to help him.

“Thank you, Peter.”

Peter smiled, something that immediately brought reassurance to Loki. “Anytime.”

[six-improbable-things]

In the past 3 in-game days, Rook (my dnd character) has:

(very heavy tw for death, violence, mentions of gore, torture.)

DAY 1:

Been literally assassinated by an assassin sent by the woman who kept him prisoner and tortured for 2 years. (Unconscious Count: 2, Death Count: 1, Times Covered in Blood and Gore Count: 1)

Woken up from being revived and not known that the party gunslinger (who is kinda-sorta his father figure) killed the assassin single-handedly and told her that "this is what you get for fucking with my family." Thought that no one in the party cared that he died.

While still covered in blood and low on hp, had to lead negotiations with the leaders of the city-state we're in to get them to help us commit treason against our home country.

DAY 2:

Killed two people in order to protect the party's secrets and our treason plot. (Times Covered in Blood and Gore Count: 2)

Led more negotiations with the ministers of the city-state.

During another ambush against the party been knocked unconscious twice. (Unconscious Count: 4, Times Covered in Blood and Fore Count: 3)

Passed out from exhaustion and adrenaline crash in front of the entire party due to being cursed by a demon lord and thus unable to sleep more than 3 hours a night for the past 2+ weeks.

Slept for 12 hours.

DAT 3 - MORNING:

On waking up, had a very emotionally vulnerable conversation with his current mentor, which led to his current mentor scolding him for his recklessness, telling Rook he was killing himself, and also said mentor finding out about the curse that Rook has been desperate to keep hidden for two weeks.

Was informed by the party that the dog they rescued from the previous day's ambush is actually the man who betrayed Rook and sold him to the woman who tortured him for 3 years.

Interrogated the Chihuahua and found out the location of his first mentor and former captain, the most important person in his life for many years and the first person who was ever truly kind to him, who he idolizes and had told himself he would never see again.

After being left alone by the party, had a panic attack/mental breakdown and decided to solve his problems by punching a mirror.

Had a conversation with the very concerned gunslinger/father figure.

DAY 3 - AFTERNOON:

Fought in a combat where he was knocked unconscious 4 more times. (Unconscious Count: 8)

Ended the combat as the only party member standing (with all of 4hp), after killing the boss and gutting her like a fish. (Times Covered in Blood and Gore Count: 4)

Got between the gunslinger and his personal villain (the guy who turned him into a werewolf), saying "you'll have to kill me first", with only 9hp remaining.

Got immediately knocked unconscious (Unconscious Count: 9) and one of the villain's pack of werewolves was ordered to kill him.

Narrowly saved from death by being healed right before being attacked by the werewolf. Didn't die, but went unconscious again. (Unconscious Count: 10)

Got killed by the gunslinger who is kind of a father figure to him, after the gunslinger's villain took control of his body (but not his brain). (Death Count: 2)

Got revived to 1hp, and immediately tried to go after the gunslinger, who was taken by his villain. (Not knowing that the gunslinger was the one who killed him.)

And that's all in just 3 days!!! :))))) You could make an argument it's all actually happened in 48 hours depending on the timing of the first ambush.

OH AND I SHOULD ADD: the reason I was the only person to die at the hands of the body-controlled gunslinger was because we lied and told the villain we only had one revivify diamond, because he asked how many we had, so he'd know how many people he could kill. Because he's on "no kill orders".

And!!!! Rook's mentor is going to have to find out that Rook died again while he wasn't there.

I will probably end up reblogging this with updates after next week's session, but holy shit, I don't know if I can wait that long.

[justmoreocs-writing]

Information Post

As I wasn't really sure what to do for my OCs, I just wanted to know who interested people, I'm going to do some quick updates for the stories people have showed favour for in different ways.

So, without further ado, I'm going to start with my fanfiction story characters that people asked about during my latest exchange, and who did the best in the most recent polls.

As I'm currently trying to focus on a certain amount of stories at any one time, and only one story per fandom, I'm going to try focus on those.

Harry Potter - Stories of Hope: This story has gone through a lot of different drafts and redrafts over the years. Mostly, it's always been a collection of moments, sometimes told in letter form, other times just as random drabbles. Currently, I'm hoping to work on this as a sequential story, with letters for the beginning and end of it. The story itself follows Hope, a Gryffindor in Fred and George's year, and how their lives are at Hogwarts. The story will be third person, following Hope.

Grimm - Unseen Things: None of my Grimm OCs are actually being worked on at the moment, but the first one on my list to look at is Jessica 'Jessie' Becker. She's a friend of Nick's and Grimm who finds his complete lack of understanding kind of funny. She does her best to help him with things, but given how he's always been more of a mentor to her than the other way around, it causes some issues for her to flip that relationship. Like I said, I've written nothing for her, and don't even have a plan, but her story would probably be first person following Jessie.

Constantine - The Conman and The Investigator: This is the next Constantine story I'm going to try working on (the first finished one was Rising Light, which I wrote with fiercefray). All I know about Charlie so far is that she's an old friend of John's who believes none of his stories about the supernatural. She's a descendant of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but the appeal of the supernatural and psychic and things is something lost in her family. She's a private investigator, and finds herself along for the ride with John one time. Her story would be told in the third person, possibly with some little hints of paperwork that her job would require in chapter titles, or openings.

Stranger Things - A Knife's Edge AND Music and Lyrics: Currently undergoing a planning rewrite so I can actually tell Belle and Mia's stories properly. This was originally focused on series 4, but I realised it didn't feel right to me starting their stories there. I'm hoping to figure out how they fit into things in general so I can write the first series with them before finally making their story for series 4 something I'm really proud of [I've realised, series 4 seems to be a big motivator for me in general; Peaky Blinders did the same]. The story follows both Belle and Mia in the third person, but also Eddie and Robin because of how important they are to the others.

The Librarians - Bedtime Stories: The story follows Bonnie, an old friend of Ezekiel who hasn't actually seen him in a very long time. Her story came about because I was sad the series was over, and I wanted to try my hand at something in that world. I've written a couple of draft chapters for her story, but nothing concrete even though I was happy with them. Some of the tensions she has with the other characters is something I'm really looking forward to exploring. Her story is not a happy one though, which worries me in general. The story would be told in the third person following Bonnie, though it's subject to change.

[thrina-thrina-on-the-wall]

update on my students and not having crushes on them

Firstly, friendship is superior. I've managed to sort of make friends with one of the female students now on Facebook at least. And she says she liked my dress and sent me a picture from when I read the Bible in church and thanked me for my teaching, so success? The girls are shy about their English and there's one who hides behind her book when I try to talk to her.

There's 6 single boys in my higher level class (3 in the other, but I find them overall less interesting. Maybe because I'm relatively certain that they're all at least 4 years younger than me). This is long, so I'm hiding the rest of it.

Three of the single boys are in my mentor group (I don't lead the group) and two of those are among the students who were drinking early in the term (back when there was a 7th boy who got expelled). (Those two and the fourth I mention here were also among the young men to go to the hospital when the principal was critically ill and among other thingdy offer to donate blood for him. And stay up all night over at the hospital.)

One of those, apparently the instigator, is my most likely to speak up in class student, including when I ask for a volunteer to close in prayer. He's also surprised me by being one of the top students. He's probably learnt his lesson and mended his ways.

The other is also likely to ask clarification questions and is one of the students who was taking English the year before. This means he can compare me to the online teacher. He did this once at the end of a test saying that they had more reading time last year. This was not the right time and place and he apologised after. That felt awkward, but yeah, he needed to. I found out a week later who told him to apologise. Then I found I'd made a mistake in some feedback and had to give my own apology. Fortunately he knows how to form the different tenses though not always when to use them. I've got an especial soft spot for him because he's one of the few students who isn't Presbyterian and might be closer to me in some doctrines (I have no problem working with presbyterians, but I'm not one). He's also in the presbytery group I'm in and I do think he's good looking. Slight bad boy look with one pierced ear and a tattoo on his neck (barely visible because dark skin). This is totally balanced out by the cuteness of baby holding.

The third of the students in the mentor group is the one of the single students that I feel pretty certain is older than me. I'm not sure what to make of him. I think he once tried leaving the miss off my name in class and I wasn't sure if that was friendliness or disrespect, but interactions don't line up with disrespect. Still not sure he's entirely happy with my teaching though. He's maybe the student I'm most careful when interacting with because I feel like too much friendliness might be misinterpreted and that would be awkward (I'm shy, but still generally friendly in the accidentally flirt with someone without realising way.) He's also in the presbytery group.

Of the remaining students, one is in the presbytery group (none of the girls are in either of the groups I'm in). He's one I took longer to notice and match name to face, but he's nice. Actually talked to us and asked our holiday plans when I'd been meaning to start that conversation for at least fifteen minutes (big feast after church on Sunday). We also ran into him in town the other week (he also came back in our friend's truck, though outside) and he definitely waited until after I bought my icecream to queue up for history. Dunno what that was. Good guy though. He was picking up the money to pay for next term.

Next, there's the students who I'm not in any smaller groups in. One we still see a lot of. Nice guy, I'm sure he's got younger siblings though I haven't asked. Larger families are the norm here, but something about him just screams brother. I think it's accurate to say he's become friends with my brother (he's a nerd whose never had many friends.) He seems to be the go to computer guy for a few people. Nice guy, which means he doesn't get the girl.

And last is the definite quietest of them. The only distinctive thing about him is that he did really well on some of the assessments and exams. He's not afraid to speak English, but I can't really recall him taking in class and if I mention him to other people they might not even know who I'm talking about. I don't know if he's gone home for the holidays, but probably as I think he's local. I wouldn't expect to notice when it comes to him.

(One of the boys in the lower level class I think left the miss off my name the other day, but it's holidays and he wasn't speaking English and though I expect it in class (every other teacher is Pastor Name and they just don't do informal) I don't always like the divide.)

I don't know why the single boys get a write-up like this when the married students are generally just as interesting (I don't share a small group with any of the married students in that class though). But I couldn't sleep and this happened. Don't know why I can't sleep and I'll need to sleep in the afternoon tomorrow because of it. Insomnia was a little bit of a problem last night too.