#but clairvoyant has a much much better ring to it

[a-s-levynn]

@corviisquire You have no idea how much i love you for this creature design

Btw the gold parts and the tentacles are glossy and have a slight 3d effect, the scanner just can't pick it up

[markscherz]

This might be a weird question but I can't think of a better person to ask! My nibling recently came out as non-binary and wants to change their name, but they're struggling to find something they are happy with.

They were given a feminine name at birth and are currently using a masculine name, but aren't happy with either of them. Every human name that's suggested to them is either too masc, too femme, or has poor associations. However, they love frogs, so I wondered if that might be a solution.

I've tried to find frog names that might work as a human name, but so far I'm not having much luck. It's not allowed to start with R or J, and apparently it's not allowed to have an X in it because nibling thinks they're "not cool enough" to carry that off (I've tried explaining that they're wrong, but 16 year olds are very sensitive).

If this isn't too weird a question, can you think of any frog or toad names that might be manageable as human names? We live in the UK for reference

So many thanks for even reading this giant info dump 💕

Wow this is only the second time I have gotten to help find a name for a human. What an honour.

Okay firstly, sounds 100% like your nibling is cool enough to use an X (despite my current negative emotions associated with the letter due to the Elongated Muskrat), and there are some *amazing* names out there with X's in, so they should at least consider them. Scinax and Ixalus for instance are great. Ixalus has a fun history: originally it was coined as a replacement name for Orchestes, which wasn't available because there was already a beetle genus called Orchestes. But then it turned out that Ixalus was *also* not available, because the world's most beautiful antelope, the bongo, was already called Ixalus. Only, the bongo had already been called Tragelaphus. So now Ixalus isn't the name used for *any* animal. Ixalus is Greek, meaning 'bounding, springing, spry'. Also there are numerous other frog genera that use the ending -ixalus, such as Heterixalus, Micrixalus, etc.

But, taking the lack of X seriously, here are some other alternatives. I will avoid names that are derived from other people's names, and focus on names that have a neutral ring to my ear, and are also euphonious (nice to say or hear) and fewer than four syllables. I am also only considering genus names, because there are too many species names to choose from:

Acris — meaning sharp, sour, bitter, pungent, sharp, keen, acute, energetic, eager, etc. Technically this is the feminine version of the adjective; the neuter version is Acre, but I do not think anyone would read 'Acris' and immediately think either gender. It is supposed to be pronounced with a long a, as in 'hard', but a lot of people pronounce it with a hard a as in 'ace'. This name is most familiar to Americans, because Acris are cricket frogs, widespread in the US.

[Acris crepitans, src]

Mantis — of course, the genus Mantis was coined by Linnaeus in 1758, and so it is unambiguous that this is not a frog name. However, it is very often used as part of frog taxonomic names, such as Chiromantis, Boehmantis, Guibemantis, Gephyromantis, Phlyctimantis etc. Mantis is Greek (μάντης), and means oracle, prophet, soothsayer, seer, clairvoyant, or fortune teller. The name has the feminine gender in its language of origin, but that has no bearing on its use, which, barring the character in the Marvel movies, does not seem particularly gendered to me.

[Pristimantis cruentus, src]

Dasypops — simply a delightful name, but probably not neutral enough. I have not been able to figure out what the etymology is; it might be a play on Dasypus, the Greek word meaning 'rough-footed', which is a genus of armadillos. The frog is also spectacular, but there are no photos I can legally share on tumblr.

Kaloula — a euphonic name with an unclear meaning. Very round frogs. I love them.

[Kaloula pulchra, src]

Adelotus — means 'unseen'. These are 'tusked frogs'. Males have crazy extensions of lower jaw bones, and they fight with them.

[Adelotus brevis, src]

Taruga — a Sanskrit name meaning 'tree climber'. I fucking love this name, and the frogs are just *chef's kiss* POINTY, and have really committed to bold colours.

[Taruga eques, src]

EDIT: I have been informed that taruga means ‘blockhead’ or ‘numb skull’ in Spanish, so it might not be the best choice. Sorry!

If the nibling would like to check out a list of genera themselves, there is a tolerably complete list here.

I hope this helps!

[javarium]

ticklish | gojo satoru.

just the usual shit of gojo x first year student reader being in a semi-sorta-blossoming relationship. nothing different, just taboo(-ish) things that are slightly more accepted by people in the JJK-verse lmao.

also this is a v short snippet of a story, fite me haha

You’re adorable.

Cute. Innocent.

But behind that seems to be a powerhouse that has the capability to match Tsukumo, if not him. He knows it, all he’s got to do is wait. Gojo knows that you’ve got an immense amount of power behind your kind, wonderful hands.

But for now, he’s gonna enjoy how small you are compared to him. Small as in power, but you’re also still shorter than him too. So that’s a plus (and an add to his massive ego, honestly).

“Gojo-sensei, stop!” you cry out in laughter, writhing in futile attempts to get away from him.

“Then call me Satoru!” he replies cheerily. He knows at some point you will call him by his name like it’s natural, but, for him, the sooner the better.

Yes, he’s greedy. Having heard you say it once just a week ago, as nothing more than a slip of the tongue, has him more addicted and determined to hear you say it as how you address him.

Permanently.

“Okay! Just stop!” you squeal as his hands meet your sides.

“Satoru!”

He stops instantly — effectively as the second he hears the beginning letter. There is no blush that creeps to his pale skin, but the butterflies in his stomach go away, disappearing at the sound of you calling him by his first name.

The cogs in his head spin, and he swears he’s hallucinating for a moment: you, older, with a shiny diamond ring on your finger and welcoming him home with the same voice that brought him so much comfort and brought serenity to his constantly thundering heart.

Was he hallucinating? Or was it his Six Eyes giving him clairvoyance into the future? He’d go insane if he kept thinking like that.

“Sa… Satoru?” your voice was hesitant. “Satoru?”

His name sounded so nice, so wonderful coming from your lips. Yeah, he’d definitely make sure you’d keep calling him that.

“NO!”

Satoru laughed again as you screamed, trying to get away from the hands that reached to tickle your sides once again.

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[archiveof22048]

13:34 - asakura shin sfw | fem!reader, she/her pronouns used 1.3k words

there she is again.

shin watches you enter the convenience store, grocery list floating around in your thoughts. cooking oil that your mother has requested that you buy (she's the reason you're out on this inconvenient convenience store trip, you were hoping to spend the day lounging around at home). your favorite brand of strawberry milk that you might as well get since you're out. your sister's favorite brand of potato chips that she texted you to get for her.

just like the past few times since he had first seen you in the store, you're just as pretty as ever. you've got this bored look on your face, one riddled with annoyance due to your mother, but shin finds it cute.

he smiles when the two of you make brief eye contact, one that lasts just barely over a second, a smile not only at you but also the fact that you looked his way in the first place.

sakamoto, adept as ever at reading facial expressions, doesn't need clairvoyance to understand that shin's taken an interest in the girl perusing the store. sakamoto watches shin's lovestruck face, his eyes nearing the shape of hearts and his cheeks and ears dusted with pink all over.

'how cute,' sakamoto thinks. he reminisces of the time he first fell in love with aoi, a picturesque love at first sight, set in a convenience store just like this. his story seems to be the opposite of shin's, where the store clerk, now, is the one who's fallen for the customer.

immediately, shin turns to face sakamoto, who's got a blank stare as he slurps on his nissin ramen. "sakamoto...!! i heard that!"

again, sakamoto remains blank-faced.

then, shin sighs. "it's not like i can do anything about it. i'm a worker and she's a customer. it'd be weird for me to make a move, don't you think?"

'not exactly,' sakamoto thinks. he looks down at his watch. it's almost 2 pm. 'your shift is almost up anyways, shin. lu and heisuke should be arriving soon.'

"huh? i thought i don't get out 'til 5 pm, though."

in response, sakamoto just stares at shin until he understands. then, he blushes. "oh..."

then, some rustling occurs from the other side of the counter. "excuse me... i'm ready to pay."

it's you.

sakamoto takes a step back and lets shin be the one to ring up your items.

you lay all of your items out on the counter haphazardly, all over the place. it's sort of silly in shin's eyes, knowing your thoughts behind it. 'agh, my sister seriously wanted five bags of these chips... and mom, does she really need three bottles of cooking oil? they better both pay me back as soon as possible.'

you look down meekly. 'please don't judge me,' you think, 'i just want to go back home.'

shin is silent. is now the time to strike up a conversation? should he be 100% professional and remain quiet? he's getting more and more flustered, so much so that he can't focus and rings up four bags of chips instead of five. he's feeling the same amount of stress as he would during an assassination mission.

"um... i think you need to scan one more bag of chips," you say.

you spoke to him. your voice is cute. you're cute.

just as quiet as your thoughts, he responds with a simple "...oh, you're right. sorry."

then, he hears a blessing.

'he's cute...'

after keeping his eyes down for so long, he glances up at you, who's already staring back at him. you're a little shocked from how sudden he looked up. especially with after that one little thought of yours, you may as well think he could read your thoughts.

you swallow dryly, flustered with his brief yet intense glance.

'he's finally the one scanning my items. it's always the guy behind him,' you think. you look up at his apron to read his name tag. 'shin...'

shin blushes heavily. it takes a great amount of effort for him to ask, "do you need a bag?"

"yes, please."

then, you're carrying 4 bags out the door, saying a "thank you, have a good day!" over your shoulder. despite carrying mainly bags of potato chips, what you're carrying is quite heavy and is slowing down your walking. even if the walk is only ten minutes, you think you may need to stop halfway to give your hands a rest.

you hear a faint "wait!" from behind you. when you turn around, it's the cute store clerk jogging up towards you.

"hey," he says, not even out of breath. he hasn't gotten an apron on, but you remember his name-- shin. "do you need help carrying your bags?"

you don't answer his question, and instead you ask one yourself. "aren't you supposed to be working right now?" it's not a question out of annoyance or malice, but pure curiosity.

"oh," shin says nervously, "sakamoto let me end my shift early. business is slow today, anyways."

you silently cheer to yourself. shin can hear the fireworks go off in your mind, and he has to do the best he can from confessing right then and there.

you give him two of your bags, beaming at him. "okay, then. my place isn't far from here."

the two of you walk side by side, and it's a silent walk. you're both keeping silly little grins to yourselves. yours is due to the cute store clerk helping you out, and shin is smiling because he can hear all of your thoughts; his feelings are not unrequited.

you break the silence first. "you're shin, right? i saw it on your name tag."

"yep, that's me. and you are...?"

you give him your name, and it's a beautiful name. you're beautiful.

"it's nice to meet you, shin."

he blushes. "nice to meet you, too."

"y'know, my mom wanted me to get all these groceries, but she wanted me to go to the grocery store downtown. she insisted i didn't go to sakamoto's, even though it's closer, 'cause it's 'too dangerous.'" you laugh to yourself. "pfft, ridiculous, right? i decided to go to sakamoto's 'cause..."

'because of the cute store clerk i'm talking to right now,' you think. 'wait, that's a little too personal, especially since we just met.'

shin smiles slyly, turning to you. "because...?"

"ah, i forgot."

shin nudges your shoulder with his, laughing. "you were definitely gonna say something, say it!"

you laugh, too. "no, no! i actually forgot!"

he can hear you affirm to yourself, 'he's so easy to get along with. i want to keep talking to him, but we're almost home...'

you stop in your tracks and turn to him. "we're almost at my place, it's just a couple houses down. i can take the bags from here."

he silently gives you the bags, a pout forming on his face. it's almost as if shin is trying to tell you he doesn't want to go just yet. "can i at least walk you there?"

you giggle. "sure."

by the time you reach the gate to your house, the sun is setting. "well, here's my place. thank you so much for helping me out. i really appreciate it."

both you and shin lean against the gate. he huffs out a laugh, trying to play himself as nonchalant. "it was nothing. i'm glad i got to meet you."

as the two of you are beginning to say your farewells, there's a whisper that hushes all around the two of you, stemming from your thoughts. 'please, ask me out. please, ask me out.'

shoving his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky so as not to show you his flustered face, shin starts, "so, uh..."

you look up at him, a glistening hope in your eyes.

"would you want to get crepes some time?"

[mikhailwrites]

Waiting for Connection 12 / Ghost x Soap

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

Sorry, I forgot to upload it here, too! On the other hand, that means less waiting time for another chapter for you!

Previous chapter | AO3

Ghost returns home, but it’s different now. Too quiet.  Too barren. He’s never noticed before. Didn’t have any point of reference. He does now. Stripey brushes against Simon’s legs, and the man bends down to scratch the cat behind the ear. “You liked him, mate?”

“Meow!”

Ghost has no idea what that means. Simply takes it as ‘yes’ and smiles.

He takes out his phone, an old, cheap thing he barely ever uses. Hits the redial. There’s only a handful of numbers on the phone, even less so in the call history.

He hears the phone ring, and then there’s a click. “Simon?” It sounds a little confused, which is hardly surprising. Ghost is very much not the bloke that would simply call to ask how’s life.

“Gaz… What am I doing?” Simon crosses the room slowly, sinking on the futon he hasn’t yet bothered to magick back into the sofa.

“Have I ever seemed clairvoyant to you, mate?” Gaz chuckles. There’s some rustling in the background. Presumably, Gaz is moving into some more private space.

Ghost chuckles back. “Guess not.”

“Guess again,” Gaz deadpans, “how were the pints with MacTavish yesterday?”

“What? How the fuck…?” Ghost frowns, not even trying to hide his surprise.

“I can’t answer that question,” Kyle utters the line that all SAS know better than their own names. Burned on the back of their minds, etched in their muscles. Tattooed with invisible ink all over their bodies.

It’s an answer and not an answer at the same time. With a single line, Kyle has confirmed that he’s close to Soap without betraying anything. His commanding officer, most likely, and isn’t that hilarious?

“It was fine. I’ve let him crash at my place,” Simon volunteers a bit of intel in exchange.

“Really? Just like that? Back when you still served, nobody except Price even knew where you were living.”

“I didn’t want any bloody Christmas cards,” Simon tries to deflect with a joke.

Gaz lets it go. It’s an ancient history by now, and there are more pressing matters he’s interested in, anyway. “I hope you haven’t crashed him on the first date; that would be ruthless even for you,” Kyle’s smirk can be heard in his voice, but there’s an underlying tone of seriousness, too.

Ghost groans, frustrated. With himself, mostly. “No, of course not. I’m not an idiot. But…”

“But you thought about it, haven’t you?”

That man knows him way too well. Dangerously so. Of course, he thought about it. The face, the body, the way John moved, self-assured, a little cocky, not bothering to conceal what he is. And then the talking, the flirting. Especially the flirting. Without that, Simon would’ve been fine. Mates. Friends. Whatever. Simple, safe. Well, think again. Fuck! “Yeah, I did. And I feel like a bloody cradle-snatcher for it.”

Gaz snorts. “He ain’t that young, and you ain’t that old, Ghost. You know what he does for a living and how it is, so I’m gonna save my breath and spare you the lectures. Have fun, Simon.”

As if he needs the lectures. “That’s all?”

“Does it even matter what I say, Ghost? It’s not life or death business. You’re both adults, if not entirely reasonable. As long as your thing doesn’t fuck up my thing, we’re good.”

“You didn’t really help me, you know,” Simon notes bemusedly.

“If you wanted a voice of reason, I’m afraid you didn’t call the right number. I guess Laswell’s would be what, two numbers down?”

“One.”

“Well, there you go.”

“Thank you, Kyle,” Simon sighs.

“Anytime, mate. And show the kid some neat tricks while you’re at it, will you?”

“I have no idea what kept Price from strangling you,” Simon huffs a laugh.

“My charming personality, obviously,” there are some muffled voices in the background then. “Gotta run, duty calls and all that. Just… enjoy the life a little, old man.”

“Is that an order?”

“Might as well make it one. Cheers, Ghost.”

Ghost lets himself fall back, sprawling on the futon. Stripey is with him and subsequently on him the next second, stepping on Simon’s chest before he lies down. Kyle was right. If Ghost wanted a voice of reason, Gaz wasn’t exactly the right person to call.

So, if he’s read the situation right, and would like to take it further, what would the next step be?

[shuttershocky]

Do you think the magic prosthetic arm touko gave shiki can be used to grab objects from across the room or is it only for choking ghosts out sith style

It probably only works on non-corporeal entities, but it's cooler to think that Ryougi can just sucker punch you from across the room so I want to believe that extended arm could work on flesh and blood too. It would be so cool if she just has a range of Devil Breakers arms to use in battle.

But also now that you bring that up there's a rant I've been wanting to go on for a while.

I legitimately think Nasu forgot she can do that. Fate/Extra and Fate/Grand Order certainly forgot she could do that, if they even remember that she's got a prosthetic arm at all (which they don't)

Kara No Kyoukai is filled with so much incredibly cool shit that gets mentioned or brought up once or only written in material books and then (sadly, but probably for the better) get ignored afterwards in favor of Ryougi and Kokutou's love story, cool shit that I keep waiting for Sanda or Narita to bring back in some form because they weren't necessary to Kara No Kyoukai but, god. They were just so fucking cool.

Some examples

The aforementioned magic prosthetic arm Shiki wields. It can extend to grab enemies, is incredibly tough (an elephant can sit on it no problem) and has secret compartments to hold extra weapons

Azaka has no magic circuits at all and perceives the act of spellweaving by thinking of the spell as musical notes, which raises SO many questions about what it means to have magic potential in Type-Moon if someone without the most basic of requirements is still able to do it

Fujino developed short-ranged clairvoyance during her battle with Shiki, which she uses to get a bird's eye view of her surroundings. Given that she ends up bending the entire bridge while still being under it and bends a lamp post behind her in Extra Chorus, this implies that Fujino doesn't just use her Mystic Eyes of Distortion through her physical eyes, but can use it from the sight granted to her by clairvoyance since she can twist objects she's not even looking at.

Fujino becomes blind in Extra Chorus, and must go around with a walking stick. However, her control over her Mystic Eyes has not diminished in the slightest, and if Shiki is to be believed, Fujino will only become more powerful as she grows up.

Ryougi's Mystic Eyes of Death Perception are also growing in power over time. What this means is not entirely clear (perhaps she will be able to perceive death even on beings normally without the concept of death), but they're not killing her like they're killing Tohno.

Touko's prosthetics aren't entirely magical. You can see her programming them and hooking them up to her laptop while she inserts circuitry inside in the first movie. A mage using modern technology is rare, but Touko is straight up doing magic tech. Cybernetics with magecraft. Both Touko and Shiki are technically cyborgs.

The Hollow Shrine once had to produce an anime

Touko has a ring that renders the wearer invisible, even to powerful mages like Cornelius Alba. This gets never brought up again.

Shiki's family katana is able to destroy bounded fields around a mage's base merely by unsheathing, due to its advanced age.

Kurogiri is from Atlas

Touko and Riesbyfe are old friends. Riesbyfe is the headmaster of Reien Girls' Academy. People might argue this is a different RIesbyfe entirely due to how much that conflicts with Melty Blood, but Mother Riesbyfe has a violin in her room. It's likely meant to be the same character, retconned and repurposed for Melty Blood

Azaka met Touko and became her apprentice in a completely separate case that did not involve Mikiya at all. In fact, Tobimaru from Mahoyo is the one involved in their meeting. This story hasn't been written by Nasu yet lol.

[theantarwitch]

Clothing & Wearing Magic – Part 1

Something common within the witch community is to read the advice to enchant necklaces and rings for various purposes, and although it is also common to read about putting sigils hidden in clothes or the soles of shoes, there is much more cloth to cut regarding the subject. So I will classify it in several parts. Remember that it is only indicative, examples may be missing and there are a thousand enchantments that could be better, but it is only to give an idea.

Part 1: Location.

Different parts of the body have different biological functions, and while a charm on the hand or foot (for luck, for example) can have similar results, checking “where” it is implemented is important to maximize its potential when resort to correspondence. When several things correspond to the same end, they are potentiated, add their skills, which gives more lasting, strong and effective results. That is why I have divided the location based on the different parts of the body.

Headgear: Hats, earings, glasses, sunglasses, scarves, headphones, masks, etc. These elements tend to be linked to primary sensory characteristics and intelligence, it can be said that the head is dominated by the Air element, so what reigns here are the abilities to see/hear/smell/speak, eloquence, ability to talk, how the brain works in social mode. So any enchantment intended to enhance (or nullify) these abilities will benefit if applied to a head outfit, as well as strengthen Clairsentience. It also includes your own hair, hairstyle and hair color, which makes it more versatile.

Hats, beanies, veils, tiaras, headbands, hair clips, etc: By covering the head they function more as protectors, a natural barrier to energy. Since the top usually has the most "pure" energy, people who are sensitive to energy changes (or energy vampires) may benefit from enchanting hats. It can also serve to strengthen Claircognizance. Above all, it can help with charms dedicated to the brain, social anxiety, mental illness, etc. (pls mundane before magic okay baby? Love you).

Earings, ear piercings, headphones, hearing aid, cochlear implant: Ear charms. Hear truths, ignore lies, ignore gossip, hear dangers. It can benefit to strengthen Clairaudience.

Eyeglasses, sunglasses, eyebrow piercing, contact lenses, prosthetic eyes: Eye Charms. See the truth, not be affected by glam spells, barriers to spells and energies, focus, strengthen Clairvoyance.

Masks, scarves, mouth/tongue/nose piercing, brackets, necklaces, tracheostomy tube: It can help to verbalize our ideas, control stuttering, anxiety to speak, to say what should be said, in addition to strengthening Clairalience and Clairgustance.

Hand elements: Bracelets, watch, rings, nail color/design, wristbands, gloves. The hands are givers and takers of energy, you literally manipulate energy all day long, so the spells here can focus on that manipulation. They are the most common to enchant for their versatility and ease of exchange.

Torso Elements: The torso carries the center of our energy (and organs), so it is usually the area that requires the least protection (spiritually speaking, it is dominated by the four elements, but mainly Earth and Fire), since it carries accumulated energy, which is difficult to affect. The organs, the amount of "life" (biological activity, electricity, blood), accumulations of bones and organic material (organs, food, fluids), make it the defensive point of the body. Even so, it can be benefited by spells depending on the clothes.

Underwear/ binders/ necklaces/ medical equipment such as CPAP, colostomy bag, etc: They are linked to what is closest to the body, therefore, they can be enchanted for everything linked to internal desires, fears and, for medical equipment, to improve health (enchanting equipment can also help them work better, last longer in optimal condition, reduce symptoms and so on, but remember, be careful, pls).

Outerwear such as hoodies, jackets, poncho, coats or whatever you are wearing as a top layer: Being in direct contact with the outside world, you can benefit from enchanting it with protection, or spells for bravery, courage, strength.

Leg Elements: Pants, belts, canes, walkers, wheelchair, skirts, orthopedic legs. Ruled mainly by the Earth element, it can help to strengthen mobility, agility, speed, dexterity spells, not to move from your place, to remain firm.

Foot Elements: Shoes, slippers, orthopedic shoes, ankle bracelet. As with the legs, the feet focus on mobility, but they are also the ones that transport you through different energy spaces, they are the ones that can most easily receive the influence of the energy of the place, so it can be beneficial to add enchantments of protection. Socks are usually responsible for collecting odors, and due to their "nature" of being easily replaceable, it is not wrong to think that enchanting them can also help absorb bad energy, which will go down the drain when washed.

Part 2: Materials. 

Part 3: Designs and Colors.

[onequeermushroom]

where only the pigeons are at home

I’m sitting on the train, watching as the no mans land between Here and There goes past. Green forests and fields, gray building sites and walls full of graffiti I can’t read. Towns, that are somebody’s Here but to me they are not even a There. It’s strange to think that someone might be at home here. To me it doesn’t seem like a good place to call Home. They probably think the same about mine.

All the other people sitting on the train, their lives parallel to mine, like the tracks running under us. Our lives do not touch, do not collide, don’t impact each other, but for this little pocket of time between leaving and arriving we are like trains that race past each other, close enough to wave the other passengers but in the end meaningless to each other. Our Here and There are not the same, or perhaps they are, perhaps we have a lot in common, but probably not, and even if we do, we won’t find out.

I’m watching them and by observing what they are choosing to spend the time with that is essentially mobile waiting I get a little glimpse into who they might be.

Many of them are working, studying, unable to rest even while moving at a speed that I can barely comprehend. Being in motion is usually seen as productive, but perhaps it’s because we are sitting or perhaps because you can barely feel it, but it doesn’t seem to be enough anymore. As we are moving faster so is the world, running away from us and the pressure always rises to do more and more and more at once as to not waste a single precious second because time is money and money is what you need, isn’t it?

Many are talking, laughing. For them it’s a social event. They won’t remember how long it took or how far they went, only the conversations. Are they friends and family who travel together or strangers who just met, brought together by circumstance, extraverted enough to approach each other? I can’t always tell. A strange move, to me, attempting to make friends in a space you know won’t last, and neither can any relationships founded upon it. They promise to write but they will not, they’ll drift apart again, tracks splitting up, trains going in separate directions.

Many are on their phones, and I find that my first reaction is to judge them, cries about the decline of our society ringing in my ears, young people addicted to their mobile phones, works of the devil himself, “back in the day it was much better”. But of course it wasn’t and as I type these words I become aware of my own hypocrisy. So instead I smile and meet them with silent understanding, because I am one of them, because they too are just people filling the void in the in between. Be glad, I think, that now we have me means to fill it. Back then all you’d have was the void. A comfort, maybe, to some. I can almost appreciate missing it.

Some are sleeping. Those I admire the most. They must have a special gift of clairvoyance, I believe, to know that the train will deliver them safely to where they need to be. I don’t yet have that kind of trust in the machine. Or maybe in myself.

I see people at the stations, always in motion, always hurrying somewhere only to go somewhere else even faster. The cacophony of languages, the snippets of stories that I catch make me dizzy, the amount of lives pulsing next to me, like blood rushing through the veins of a giant beast, heart pumping desperate to keep it alive, keep it going, but all of them I will never know. For we are all just passing through, none of us wants to be here and none of us will stay. It’s only the pigeons, the gray birds living in this even grayer space, in the little solid moments in the fog, that have made this their kingdom, that fully and truly thrive in an environment that wasn’t meant to be lived in. Once we are gone, I think, once humanity has fully destroyed itself it’s the pigeons that will take over. Already they have perfectly adapted to living in the wastelands humans leave behind. Perhaps they know something we don’t.

They are a part, some would say the cause, of the filth that covers this entire place, a thick gray film that creeps up my skin and into my body. The more time I spend in it the more it becomes part of me, the more I shrink away, until I too become part of the in between, consumed by the void. It scares me. If I spend too much time here I might completely lose myself until there is nothing left for me but the Gray and There after There, always running but no longer able to come to rest. I yearn for a shower, to feel like a person again. I want to wash away the stickiness from my skin and from my mind, I want to make sure I’m out, that I have left it behind and have finally arrived There. Of course I know I’ll have to go through it again, to return to Here. To return Home? I am no longer sure. It is more Home than There, but what does Home even mean, really? Merely a place to return to? A place with a bed and a kitchen and a shower? It doesn’t seem sufficient, like it’s missing something essential that turns it from merely a place into a home, and not only a home but my Home. I feel like I lost something, I don’t know what, if it’s something I’ve ever had in the first place or if it’s something I have been missing my entire life but it is only now that I have become conscious of it’s absence. I can feel the Gray taking hold of me, the void quietly eating up chunks of myself that I believed to be essential. I wipe my hands on my pants, desperate to get rid of the feeling but it’s useless, like attempting to dry yourself with a wet towel. I don’t want it to take any more. Where will I go, when I no longer have anywhere to return to? Will I join the pigeons, make my home in a place that isn’t really one at all, that wasn’t meant to be permanent for anyone? Perhaps I will grow wings, too, rise above the gray fog, fly away and perhaps I will no longer have my Here, but I will have a Home

[smorgasbordofobsessions]

liveblog: yugioh! s525-528

ep525

yugi cannot be more clear about how much he wants to go home

literally every time someone is like "you can have great power" yugi's response is "but i just wanna go home"

in the flashabck alexander is literally growling haha

yeah the millennium ring is annoing

i don't know how archeological digs typically work but i'm PRETTY SURE that splitting up is the epitome of a bad idea

as it is in most cases, regardless of profession

"you gotta be outta your turban, bro!"

"the great nameless pharaoh"

wait nameless?? not the last time i checked??

by this point he's nameless but he DOES have a name

all capsules out let's gooo

the dual armor shit is so sexyyyyyy

"something that big's gotta be against the rules"

so it's just a straight vrawl then?

yeah guess so

evil!alexander sacrificed his team to summon a monster wow

oohh the smae monster from yugi/tami's nightmare

each of the seven arms has a special ability - talk about excessive

1. skulls (summoning dead soldiers)

2. regeneration

3. entrapment

4. defense

5. destruction

6. clairvoyance - why!!!!

7.

flame swordsman is gone and my eyes jsut watered up

i replyed it but the seventh arm's ability wasn't said

ep526

oh so alexandROS only sacrifcied his vassals monsters and not the vassals themsevles okay i missed that difference

i didn't know i had a thing for yami getting carried but i do

laser beams GALORE are coming out of alexandros' monster

he literally just stated the reason why he won't be getting the power

IF YOU BELIEVE IN YOUR MONSTERS THEY WILL PROTECT YOU!!!!!!!!!!

this i sliterally the test!!!!!! the HWOLE PONT OF THIS TEST!!! is to show who deseveres the power!! an yugi DESRVES THE PWOER!! because he doesn't want it!! because he puts his friends' safety above his own! because he's loyal to those "below him"!!!!!!!!

ARMR UPGRADE!!!!

"i was right! friendship does matter!"

they possess the "Armor of unity!"

honestly just when i think that this show can't get more heavy-handed with the friendship theme, it proves me wrong

"the paradox of the true king is that he, who is deserving of the power to unite mankind, can do so without it"

thanks shaadi

PHARAOH ATEM!!!! GOD YOU LOOK SO GOOD!!!!!

oh so pharaoh was around before alexandros?? hm

IT'S ONLY BEEN AN HOUR?????????????????????///

wow fuck me that was so many episodes!!!

"hey, pharaoh, what do you think shaadi meant?"

i think he meant exactly what he said, yugi

ep527

bakura?!?! adn evil!bakura?!?!

wow talk abotu people we haven't seen in a good while

"i should be safe in [a church]" never

oh we changed the opeing again!

exoia???

oh god please i am DESPEARTE for more ancient egyptian shit to be happening in this show please let this start happening!!!

there are 52 episodes in this season, so 25 episodes left!!!!

wow a young grandpa moto wow

"what better time to enter a tomb than the stroke of midnight?"

it's so dumb to attack someone while STILL IN the tomb when you should really wait until you bot have made it back OUT before you attack someone, like that's just some 101 shit honestly

OOOOOHHH GOD PHAROAH STEM LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but what a great story! i'm glad we learned about how grandpa got the millennium puzzle

yugi's going to egypt!!!!

"playing games is what i do best!"

what the fuck are these two doinnnnggggg

ah i'm legitimately tearing up yugi's tellimg yami how important he is to him

they are so cute shit

weevil adn rex stole yugi's god cards, which also included millennium items

honestly you would think that weevil and re would've learned by now that their schemes are doomed to fail so why even bother

ep528

kaiba!

oh shit evil!bakura has mokuba

honestly he needs to microchip mokuba tis is ridiculous

kaiba literally changed clotohes for this duel haha

evil!bakura mocing kaiba for not believing in ancient egyptian magic

"duke of demise" sounds mad cool

lowkey missing kaiba's shrink/crush combo

[thewertsearch]

Carcinogens. Arachnids. Armageddon. Terminal. The Trollslum made sure to pick intimidating handles when talking to Jade.

CG: HI AGAIN, IDIOT. GG: oh nooooooo

CG is someone Jade is absolutely sick of. I sense that whatever this is about has become a long-running debate between them, and one that’s getting them nowhere.

CG: SO I GUESS TODAY IS FINALLY THE DAY YOU FUCK EVERYTHING UP.

It's increasingly obvious that Jade does not have the handle on the situation that she thinks she does. Her clairvoyance is so spotty, it didn’t even tell her what Sburb was called, and she’s obviously missing other critical details too. In retrospect, all her reassurances to her friends that ‘everything’s going to go great’ are starting to ring more and more hollow. 

Something bad is going to happen today. Maybe worse than Sburb itself. And now, even aliens are stepping in to say that maybe she needs to step on the breaks a little.

CG: IS THERE NOTHING I CAN DO TO CHANGE YOUR MIND? GG: you can leave me alone!!!!! GG: how can you even be talking to me after i blocked you.... GG: AND after i logged out???? CG: YOU DON'T GET THAT I AM BETTER AND SMARTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY, FOREVER.

About eight seconds after trying to be civil, CG goes full Invader Zim. They read as desperate and frustrated to me, like they’ve been trying to get Jade to listen for ages, and they don’t really expect it to work anymore. They’re just venting at this point.

GG: how can you even be talking to me after i blocked you.... GG: AND after i logged out????

You’ve been hacked, bro. These guys are aliens, they can probably literally hack the planet.

GG: i get that youre a jerk and you should shut up! GG: goodbye you jerk!!!!!!!!!

gardenGnostic [GG] blocked carcinoGeneticist [CG] at 13:06

And that wraps up our first conversation with one of the legendary trolls. 

CG is quite the megalomaniac, aren't they? They’re trying way too hard, though. All that ‘i’m better than you, neener-neener’ talk just makes them sound cartoonish. We don’t know much about them yet - about as much as we learned about Jade from her first Pesterlog, which, looking back, was less than nothing. Looking forward to CG coming back later to yell at more people.

[mrslilyrogers]

All I have to do is Dream Part 3

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Telepath! Reader (X-men reader)

Summary: It’s been five years since the snap. You and Steve are stuck at an impasse. You want a family, he doesn’t. He says he’s moved on but has he really? With your doubts growing, you consider risking his trust and use your powers on him to get your answers once and for all.

Author’s notes: This is late and not as long as I hoped it would be but hope you all enjoy! There might be one more part left to this series and maybe an epilogue. 

Eight voicemails and twelve messages. Eight voicemails and twelve messages from the person you wanted to talk to the most. Everyday for the past few weeks since you left, he called. And everyday your hands itched to reach out and call back but you stopped yourself. 

“I love her!” 

His voice echoed in your head. Enough was enough. Your fingers kneaded your temples, trying to alleviate the headache forming there. It didn’t help that there was a dark gnawing feeling in your gut, something was wrong. You knew it. A sixth sense, if you will. It happened the first time your powers manifested. You had been eight then, in front of the television with your dad when suddenly, your heart started to beat faster, your breaths coming in short pants, and your forehead dotted in sweats; a strong sense of foreboding crept under your skin and ever since then, life had never been the same. 

That night, you slept in a restless slumber; trapped under a heavy spell while you watched your father as a young boy. You had no idea how you knew the man who carried you over his shoulders, who seemed so strong and indestructible to your child’s eyes, was this same little boy you watched. You couldn’t understand it, you were dreaming but it was so real. Every detail as crisp as if you had been there and witnessed it. It wasn’t long before it all changed, everything before you cast in a darker shade, the people around you in black, sliding apologetic glances towards the somber boy standing in between his grandparents. You started to break out in a cold sweat, you were at a funeral. The boy’s parents, your father’s parents, just died. You ran, screaming, your heart racing, trying to find a way to get out. You couldn’t stay here, you couldn’t. But the more frantic you became, the more everything jumbled, bringing out his worst fears and nightmares and all you could do was scream, helpless and trapped. 

Oddly enough, that was how you felt now. Despite leaving Steve for the sake of the both of you, you were trapped, helpless to the niggling thought at the back of your mind that something was about to go horribly wrong. You tried to remember everything Xavier Institute has taught you, you were a telepath and with it came a natural intuition you couldn’t ignore. A heightened sense of empathy and awareness. 

You understood people even when they barely gave you a chance to be understood. You still remembered all those times people ran away from you. Those you considered your closest friends, even your teachers, treated you as if you were the plague. Their thoughts filled with dread and terror while you desperately tried to explain yourself but the more agitated you became, the more you lost control. It gave you no other choice but to distance yourself from them, getting homeschooled and keeping to yourself as much as you could. Your father tried his best, you knew he did but he could never look at you the same way. You didn’t have to get into his head to hear his cries at night, worrying and wondering where he went wrong.

It wasn’t long before Professor X found you and invited you to join his school for the gifted. School for the gifted. There was a time you couldn’t say that without a roll to your eyes, how could it have been a gift when all it ever caused you was sorrow? The day it was finally time for you to leave the only home you’ve ever known, your father’s relief was palpable in the air. He never gave voice to it and instead promised to visit as often as he could but even then, you knew he wouldn’t have been able to keep up. He visited you less and less as time went on until your relationship was reduced to a couple of phone calls barely lasting five minutes long. 

That was why you learned never to get too close. You owed to the X-Men who you were today. They had given you a place to call home, somewhere to belong to. For all the years you spent at the institute, they were nothing but kind to you, encouraging you, helping you hone your abilities and to cope with the loss of your former life. They gave you a fresh start, a new family and it should’ve been enough and in some ways, it is. But there was always a part of yourself you couldn’t give no matter how hard you tried and so the moment you could leave, you left. You wandered on your own, occasionally coming back to visit and catch up before leaving again, never planting any roots. That was the way you wanted it, that way you could never get hurt. 

Until Steve.

He instantly broke down your defenses and what was supposed to be a one-timer mission turned longer than you would’ve ever dreamed. You would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t stay with the Avengers because of him. The truth was as much as staying with them was fulfilling, there was a part of him that called out to you. You understood him, a man out of his time. Out of place. All you’ve ever felt your whole life. His loneliness drew you to him like a moth to a flame. He never showed it, too proud to admit it to himself but you knew it the instant you met him. He was untethered, burdened to continue on in a world he didn’t belong in. Your heart ached for him, for a man so lost that he only ever felt alive when he was at war. You tried to help him see the world with color again. “Ironic, coming from you,” you thought to yourself. But the more time you spent with him, the more your cynicism chipped away bit by bit until you became closer to the person you were before your abilities. Free to dream and love as you should’ve been. It was as if you needed him as much as he needed you. 

“Would you like a refill for that, honey?” the kindly old waitress asked, jerking you out of your reverie, her wrinkled face etched into a pitying smile. You shook your head and gave her your thanks, the dread in your chest intensifying once more. 

Look at where you are now, back to square one. 

You huffed at the tiny voice inside your head. She was right. Here you were, sat on a dingy couch at a diner in the middle of nowhere running from the people you loved the most. You looked at your phone again, the gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach screaming at you to do something. You should at least call Nat, you thought to yourself. You’d been planning to call her anyway even though you always chickened out. That seemed the safest thing to do for your sanity, make sure they were alright then you’d be on your merry way again. It was the only way to calm your racing heart, to get rid of that sense of foreboding creeping up at you and pulling you down. You could just be anxious, right? Guilt and shame of leaving plaguing you before you could truly move on. After that phone call, everything will be put back to rights. You’ll feel better, you keep telling yourself. Only your mind wouldn’t listen. 

The ringing on the other end of the line kept you on edge and when Nat’s worried voice greeted you, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. 

“Y/N! Where the hell have you been? Steve has been looking everywhere for you! Do you know how worried we’ve been?”

You could hear the hurt in her tone and your heart broke at how you’d left things with your friend, completely forgetting about how she’d react when you impulsively decided to run away. But they were safe. At least, they were safe. Tears pricked at your eyes, you had no idea just how desperate you’ve become to hear her voice on the line, to know that nothing had happened in your absence and the stress of these past few weeks have just been taking its toll.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Nat--” you broke off, your voice cracking from trying not to cry. 

“I shouldn’t have left the way I did but it was just too much, I had to leave. I couldn’t stay, not after everything that happened,” you continued, sniffing through it, willing yourself not to break down to your best friend on the phone in the middle of a busy diner.

“I know, sweetie. Steve told me all about it.” She sighed, sounding tired, before continuing, “You know I will never pick any sides right? I’ll support whatever you decide.” 

“Thanks, Nat. I knew you would, I never doubted you. It’s just… it’s been a lot to take in and I can’t… I don’t know how to face him if…” you trailed off, not having the courage to continue what you knew all along. It was one thing to admit it to yourself but another to say it out loud to another person. It made it more real. More final. You picked at the hem of your shirt, shaking your head. It was as if Nat knew what you were thinking, she gave another sigh on the other end of the line.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it now. But Y/N, he really does love you. He hasn’t been the same since you left and--” she immediately cut herself off as if she was about to say something she shouldn’t. You didn’t miss her sharp intake of breath before she continued, “You should really talk to him, Y/N.” 

“Nat, what’s going on? Are you guys alright?”

You felt goosebumps on your flesh. Rubbing your free hand on your thigh, you tried to calm your racing nerves.

“No, no, we’re fine. Don’t worry--” she replied instantaneously, reassuring you but before she could continue, you cut her off, relief washing over you. 

“Good. That’s good. Cause for a while there, I thought you were gonna say something crazy. I’ve just been having this weird feeling that something big is going to happen. But I’m probably just being anxious. Sorry, what were you saying?” 

“You really do have that scary clairvoyant thing going on sometimes,” you heard her laugh at you, teasing, but before you could say anything else, she turned serious, 

“Y/N, we’re gonna try to bring everyone back,” her voice was filled with hope and determination that it made you pause, your brain struggling to keep up. 

What? Did you hear her right? 

She started to explain their plan but your mind was already spinning. You immediately left the booth, slapping a ten dollar bill on the table. Your frantic steps heading into the direction of your car parked outside.

“Nat, Nat, hold on. What do you mean you’re leaving? Traveling through time? Is that even possible?” You slammed the door on your car, your voice hushed as if scared to even wonder, heart beating rapidly in your chest. 

If she really meant what you think she meant then they were all going to risk their lives for an attempt to bring everyone back. But who knew if it would even work? What if they got lost? What if they never came back? You didn’t give yourself a moment to hope. This was too dangerous. Too quick and impulsive. You needed to talk to Steve.

Before Nat could reply, you heard him call her in the background, his voice authoritative and resolute. They were ready. They were going to leave now. 

“Nat, let me talk to him,” you heard yourself say without preamble. There was no need to think it through, it didn’t matter if he hated you, if he wanted nothing to do with you, you just had to talk to him. 

“Who’s that?” You could hear him ask in the background, his voice far, his footsteps approaching. 

The moment he realized who was on the other line, the moment he saw your picture flash on his friend’s screen, his hand shot out frantically for it, scared you’d leave before he even got a chance to hear your voice. 

“Y/N?” he asked softly, worried you might suddenly end the call. You could almost see the look on his face, eyebrows furrowed, eyes searching and concerned. 

“Steve,” All the emotions you felt carried out in a single name. Regret, shame, longing. That was all it took before you broke down into tears. If you hadn’t called Nat, if you had let even one more day pass by, your last fight could’ve been the last time you ever saw him. 

“Is everything alright? What happened? Are you okay?” he was suddenly alert, voice booming with concern and just a little bit of panic. 

“No, I’m fine, I’m fine. Nat told me everything. Are you leaving already? What’s going on?” you managed to choke out, trying to regain as much composure as you can. You heard him let out a sigh of relief on the other end. 

“Oh, doll. Don’t worry about us. It’ll be alright. We’ve got it under control, I promise,” he sounded so sure of himself, his voice so soothing, almost as if he were caressing your back like he usually does to reassure you. You heard his footsteps again and the closing of a door, you assumed he looked for a place more private, quiet. This time, you wouldn’t easily let up. 

“You can’t promise that, Steve. Let me come with you,” you pleaded, exasperation in your tone. You surprised even yourself, your hands already frantically moving to drive.  You had no idea what came over you, had no idea what you were even really getting into. All you knew was that no matter where you stood in your relationship, you’ve been through so much together, you couldn’t let him face this alone. 

“No. Absolutely not. It’s too dangerous, Y/N. Just stay where you are and I’ll come find you when all this is over,” his voice brooked no argument. You could already tell how he looked like, his head shaking vehemently, feet braced apart, eyes flashing with determination. 

“Steve--” you started, voice rising in return but he immediately cut you off. 

“Y/N, listen to me. I don’t have much time but please, just this once, promise me you’ll stay where you are. Keep yourself safe until I come find you--”

“No way am I--” you spoke over him, your patience wearing thin, panic rising in your throat. 

“Y/N, let me finish. Doll, I don’t have much time. We’ve already ran simulations and this works. We’re gonna get them all back but I can’t do that if I think you’re in trouble so please, baby, just promise me you’ll stay put. It’ll only be a minute for you. Just stay where you are, please. I can’t lose you, love.” his voice verged on desperation, making you pause. 

“I know I’ve said some things I can’t take back and god, do I fucking regret them every single day since you left but I love you. And if this fails and I don’t come back, I need to know you’re at least safe. I need you to promise me that,”

“Steve, don’t… don’t talk like that,” you shook your head, not acknowledging what he was saying. This was unfair. Steve was never one to be pessimistic, he never showed any vulnerability before a mission and the fact that he did now made your heart ache. He had one goal and one goal only, he wanted to right what he perceived to be his wrong. He was going into this fully prepared to give his life to get everyone back. But for you, the stakes were too high. Who knew the dangers of what the past held? What if something happens that would keep him there? 

“Love, please. We’re leaving soon,”

You let out a huge breath. “Just promise me you’ll be back?” 

You could almost hear the smile on his face, could almost see his shoulders sag with relief. 

“Then promise me, you’d stop driving while on the phone,” he joked, trying to make light of the situation. He knew how you could get when you excessively worried about him. He didn’t even realize how much he loved it until now that your fussing was reduced to a phone call. 

“Steve, I mean it,” you warned seriously. 

“When have I ever backed down from a fight? And this is just an extraction mission. I’ll be back before you know it, I promise,” his voice sounded so calming, you almost believed it. 

Despite his downplaying, you knew the risks. Time travel? Who could even say they’ve thought this would be possible even in their wildest dreams?

“I’ve gotta go, sweetheart. I love you. I’ll come to you as soon as all this is over,” you heard the scuffle of feet in the background, heard F.R.I.D.A.Y calling out to him, and suddenly, you didn’t have enough time. You had so much to say, so much to apologize for.

“Steve, wait--” you started desperately, ready to beg for forgiveness. 

“Don’t.” he cut you off quickly as if already knowing the direction you were heading in. 

“There’s no need, doll. I love you, we’ll make this work. I promise, I’ll do everything I can to make it work,”

He sounded so sincere, so forgiving that it made your lips tremble into a soft smile.

“I love you too, Steve. I’ll see you guys in a minute,” you replied, trying to sound as lighthearted as you could when you heard Nat scream it to you in the background. You didn’t want to psyche him out with your worry. This was the mission of his lifetime, everyone depended on him. 

You tried to ignore the heavy feeling in your gut, the fear crawling up your veins. 

Something is about to go wrong. 

Steve chuckled, finally feeling a weight being lifted off his chest, finally able to hope again. This was the future he looked forward to. 

“We’ll see you in a minute, baby,”  

You hoped to God you would. 

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Author’s notes: This was tough to write since everything happens through a phone call. I tried to capture the tension of the situation through that and hope I did. As always, let me know what you think! Thanks for reading! 

[celamoon]

are requests open? because imagine saiki with a dumb childhood friend (to lovers? 👀) who's just a little too naive. she's caught him using his powers before and just went oh, and he's pretty sure her brain didn't even process what he was doing. and she attracts so many boys but she's just clueless so now saiki has to shoo them away from her <3

Anon your brain is astronomically huge I’m in love with this concept.

To clear things up though I do take requests (suggestions) but I won’t always write them since some make me go bRR and others don't really speak to me so it depends on what it is. (also because I'm not technically a writing blog pfft)

You wrote the reader as a she so I’m going to use female pronouns for this one. I hope I did your request justice!

Warnings: none, just fluff

Saiki was absolutely terrified when you first walked in on him using his powers in second grade. I mean it wasn’t like Akechi didn’t figure it out, but you straight up walked in on Saiki while he blew the classroom to pieces. He was about to erase your memory of the incident before you had tilted your head cutely with a pout. 

“Did someone break in?” You rushed off to grab the first aid kit to try and help the others.

Kusuo read your thoughts to see if you suspected that he was a psychic and the only thing he got from your thoughts were 'oh, I guess Akechi was right in some way'

Saiki had watched you put a bandaid on the wounds and secretly helped you heal the others. No one believed you when you said the classroom was blown up the next day, I mean it was like someone reversed time on it! Nothing was scattered or anything else of the sort!

Saiki also transferred away that time. You were kinda sad, you wanted to befriend the kid who was standing in the middle of the room after the supposedly ‘break in’.  You were pleased when you moved shortly after with your parent’s job. So you ended up at Saiki’s school again.

That was a while ago though, both of you have grown by now. You had followed Saiki around each time he moved, you were convinced that was the universe telling you to become best friends with him. (It wasn’t, you’d later on find out that Saiki had used mind control so you could follow each school he went to).

“Kuu!” Saiki looks away from the passing car and nods at you. 

Both of you were in your second year of high school now. Saiki hadn’t changed much other than the glasses and growth spurt. You on the other hand? You had grown impressively. You were prettier, taller, and for some odd reason the universe blessed you with an ideal body. This meant trouble.

“Did you wait long?” You close the gate to your place as Saiki shook his head.

‘Same as always,’

“Ah, alright then,” You hum. “Anything new happen?”

‘I literally saw you less than ten hours ago Y/n.’

“So? Lots of things can happen in ten hours! For all we know you could’ve travelled to Kyoto and back!” You grinned. Saiki glared your way before continuing to walk.

“You’re so boring now Kuu-chan,” You grumble. Saiki chooses to ignore your words as he watches Nendou and the others join the two of you. Soon enough, you guys are at school.

“Ah, another letter,” You slip out your shoes to change into and set the letter into your bookbag. You head over to your desk and pull it out from the bag.

“Who is it from this time?” Kaidou looks at the letter on the desk and you hum.

“I think… ah it says someone wants to meet up with me on the rooftop,” you read.

‘Good grief, I thought you made it clear that you weren’t interested last time’ Saiki peers over your shoulder, caging you in, and you jump slightly.

“I mean it wouldn’t hurt actually going…”

“Y/n’s getting a boyfriend?” Yumehara joins your group at the shoe lockers and you shake your head.

“Someone wrote me a letter saying they want to meet up,” You show her the letter and the girl inwardly sighs. ‘How come Y/n-chan was able to pull people so easily and I couldn’t even find a good boy to date!’

‘That’s because you’re too obsessive’ Saiki reminds inwardly.

“You’re going?”

“Don’t worry! I, the jet black wings, can accompany you to meet up with whoever this is!” Kaidou offers.

“I’ll come with Nendou if you don’t want anything creepy to happen,” Kuboyasu smiles.

“A-ah it’s alright! I’ll just bring Kuu with me,” You smile.

“You sure?” 

“Mhm!” You grin. “I’ll be fine with Kuu,”

Speaking honestly, you’re quite nervous. You had gotten letters before, but none of them actually asked you to meet up. Most of them could be read, and then Saiki would offer you to toss them out in some way. Your favourite was when he used his pyrokinesis to burn it in his hand, he was always helping you reject people.

“Offu,”

“Good morning Teruhashi offu!” 

“Good morning everyone!” Teruhashi smiles, flowers bloomed in the room because of that.

“Good morning Teruhashi-san!” You grinned as she walked over. 

“Good morning Y/n-chan! Oh is that a letter?” Teruhashi notices the envelope in your hands. ‘Why did she get a letter? Is she being confessed to? Ugh! No calm down Teruhashi, you’re a pretty perfect girl. You don’t need to be jealous, it’s just one letter’

“Yeah… It tells me to meet up with them at the roof,” You mumble. “Teruhashi-san how do you turn people down?”

“A-ah?”

“You’re always being confessed to right? How do you do it?” Your eyes glimmer and Saiki grimaces. Out of all the people you admire, you decide to admire Teruhashi. It wasn’t like she was rude, but it was more like she was fake.

“A-ah well…” Teruhashi panics inwardly as she looks for an answer. ‘I mean none of these high school boys can match up to me. Sure Saiki-san makes me feel different but seriously he doesn’t even have an income of 40 million yen… what do I tell her?!’

“It’s ok if you’re not too sure either Teruhashi-san,” You smile. “Sometimes we reject people so naturally that we don’t even realize it,”

“A-ah yea… sorry it’s just I don’t get confessed to that much…”

“Ah right!” You grin. “You’re better than everyone here so it would make sense that no one dares to approach you!”

“H-hUH? That’s not true!” Teruhashi flushes red at your compliment and you smile.

The rest of the school day passes as usual, and soon the final bell rings. You pack your bags and wander to the roof to meet up with the supposed secret admirer. Saiki walks beside you, ready to kill someone if you asked. 

“Uh you can stay here, I’ll call you if he tries anything,” You open the door to the roof and Saiki is forced to use clairvoyance on you.

“H-Hi! Y/n-san, uh I’m Hito-kun from class 2… will you go out with me?” The boy bows and you’re thrown off guard.

“Ah, Hito-kun there’s a bit of an issue, uh I already have a crush on someone…” You half lie. Sure you thought Saiki was cute, but he was off limits since you know, best friend things.

“A-ah? Is it Saiki-san? I’m sorry! I thought you thought of him as a friend so I took the chance-“

“I-It’s ok! Kuu’s my best friend, it’s just I’m suspicious that he’s aromatic so uh-“ Saiki slams the door to the roof open and you panic. You forgot he was there. The boy who was previously confessing to you flushes red and rushes off with an apology.

“Kuu! I- uh, you heard nothing…?”

‘Y/n.’

“I know you aren’t interested in me or anything but like feelings work like that you know? Ugh I just ruined our friendship didn’t I…” You shrink onto the floor and Saiki walks up to you, crouching down to meet you eye to eye.

‘Y/n.’

“What…” you mumble.

‘I… I’m not too sure what I feel around you, but I think I like you too,’

“Nice joke Kusuo, sure made me feel so much better,” you grumble, looking away. “I may be dumb but I’m not that dumb,”

‘I’m not joking,’ Saiki forces you to meet his gaze. “I like you too.”

You pause when he actually speaks. 

‘Did I kill you?’

“Kuu you can’t just say that and not expect me to break down!” You shove your face into your knees and Saiki smiles.

‘I’ll keep reminding you until you’re convinced, and I’ll take care of you until you know.’

“Then I’ll stick by you until this endless loop ends,” You smile, holding up your pinky.

You two sealed a promise that day.

[evita-shelby]

Between the Shadow and the Soul

Chapter 18

Tw: mentions of previous murders

“Let me handle the Changrettas, Tom. The last thing we need is to be at war with them.” she acts as if four weeks and two days ago she hadn’t broken down in his arms and told him about the gilded hell she lived in between the years 1917 and 1919.

She had never told him the exact details about her suicide attempt, never told him how loud parties scare her just as much as the sound of shots being fired, and never had Eva told him about that time she threw a woman down a flight of stairs to have the rebel spies get away with valuable intel.

“Let Arthur and John handle it, they might take offense because you are a woman.” usually Tom knows better than to deny her wishes. His wife was clairvoyant and if her offending men by taking care of her husband’s business would gain them an ally, Thomas would gladly let her do what she wanted. But things are different now, he is protective of her in a way he never was.

Never feared offending anyone ---let alone his own brothers--- by letting her act as his proxy. In fact, he enjoyed it when she showed initiative.

“Who, your brothers or the Changrettas?” she asks annoyed.

“Both. Vincente Changretta may look harmless, but the old man ran the game before we grew up and took it from him. John has more sense than Arthur, he can keep him from stating a war with them.” he assures her.

It’s a false reassurance, the type he says when he knows she’ll hate the real answer.

“You’ll be the death of me, Thomas Shelby.” it was meant to be a joke, but God damn Apollo and the power of prophecy. Tommy reaches out to her as her fork clatters on the fine china.

Music, champagne, obnoxious rich people mingling and them. Tommy whispers something in her ear as he helps her put on a gift, a large sapphire necklace he had made for her. The sapphire weighs on her chest like a cinder block, its cold, but not in the normal way things are cold. It’s the ice-cold darkness of something cursed.

The scene changes and suddenly she is seventeen again and preforming the dying swan at the Arbeu Theater in Mexico City.

“What did you see?” his hands are on her shoulders almost shaking her back to reality. Sudden visions made her soul leave her body, or how else can she explain the way her limbs feel heavy afterwards.

But she can’t tell him that, so she lies instead. “I don’t know yet.”

---

It's been only a day since the vision, but nothing shows up in her cards. Well, her pregnancy has shown up, but she had already guessed because two weeks ago she stopped using contraception after the embarrassment of her needing Tommy to help her take off the contraception cap during their honeymoon at the Canary Islands.

Eva has to admit that she likes having the foundation, but the foundation doesn’t build itself. Its mind numbing, and she’d helped her aunt and grandmother with the Felicidad Ortega Foundation, so she knew what she was doing. Soon it will be the Eva Shelby Foundation, the second one in their family to be named after the dead woman who started it.

It will be beautiful and tragic and her swan song before the velvet curtain falls on her life.

“I got you something.” He says holding out a jewelry case. He has finally stopped trying to surprise her, but she missed it a little. He’ll get to do that soon; her visions get cloudy with pregnancy. She’ll miss him the most. Her lover, her soulmate and the man who inadvertently sentenced her to die.

The sapphire is exquisite, but the evil in it chills her to the bone even at arm's length. No wonder the Russians had such bad luck. “It's beautiful, Tom.”

“You don’t like it?” He sounds disappointed, like when he got her a ruby necklace to match her ring and didn’t understand why she didn’t want to hide its significance with a matching set.

“It’s a bit much for me, but I’ll wear it because you gave it to me.” She tries to smile, but she can’t fake it with him. Eva reaches out to touch the cursed blue stone pulsating with the black smoke of evil intent.

The second her hand with the copper bangle at her wrist makes contact with the deadly cold stone she hears a man shout, ‘For Angel’ and sees herself as she dies in Tommy’s arms.

“What did you see?” his eyebrows crease in worry, his eyes looking at the gemstone still on the floor. She’ll have to get rid of the curse, it won't take long. Her copper bracelet made it weak and the white sage her grandmother gave her as a wedding gift would be enough to get rid of it completely. At least that's what Eva can assume.

“The sapphire is cursed. The Italians will accidentally kill me because they'll fuck up when they try to kill you.” Her fate was sealed the moment Tommy refused to have John apologize.

She won’t tell him that. Eva knows whatever chance she has of cheating death a fourth time depends on Tommy having hope it won't come to pass.

-----

Notes:

-a swan song is a metaphor used to describe one's greatest achievement before dying. initially i thought this was related to the Dying Swan scene in the ballet Swan Lake, but it is an ancient greek belief that swans sang a beautiful song before dying.(they don't)

- according to google, copper is really good at warding off evil spirits and curses, here Eva was saved by her copper bangle.

-contraception caps, diaphrams and condoms were the available birth control in 1924. Marie Stopes is a racist british woman who advocated for women's rights, wrote a sex manual, opened a birth control clinic and supported eugenics. she promoted the contraception cap/cervical cap over the dutch cap/diaphram because it was easier to use. one issue it had was that after a while it smelled bad, and it was essentially a suction cup in your vag, so women were bound to have trouble removing it

[thecreaturecodex]

Sharn

Image © Wizards of the Coast, by Eva Widermann

[Commissioned by @coldbloodassassin. Before it was a city in Eberron, “sharn” was a monster in the Forgotten Realms. They first appeared in the 2e Ruins of Undermountain boxset, and were one of the few Forgotten Realms creations to benefit from the conversion to 4e, whereupon their full backstory was unveiled. In FR, the sharn created themselves in order to fight against the phaerimm, but since I haven’t statted those up, I made it generic “aberrations” in my text. I had fun with the actual mechanics of this monster--I gave it +6 bonuses to all of its ability scores, and tried to keep its numbers in multiples of 3 whenever I could.]

Sharn CR 10 CN Aberration This bizarre creature looks something like an inverted cone of oily flesh, tapering away to a tail-like point that drags along the ground as it flies. It has three eyeless heads, each with great jaws, and emerging in clusters behind these are nine arms, three to a vertex. Each of these arms has a human-like eye set in the center of the palm.

A sharn is a bizarre creature, as much magic and mind as it is flesh. They were created from an arcane ritual gone awry in ancient times. A cabal of archmages, their cities under siege by magically-gifted aberration, sought to transform themselves into similar creatures in order to be better able to fight back. The ritual worked only too well—entire villages were absorbed in the creation of the first sharns, and thousands of mortals became eighty sharns in an instant. From these eighty sharns were all future sharns born, and the memories of that distant day and its failures still rub around their consciousnesses like a stone inside a shoe.

A sharn spends most of its life in an undifferentiated pool of sharn-stuff, a thick black liquid that is the bodies of multiple individuals. Individual sharns can extrude themselves from this pool in order to interact with the outside world, usually in pursuit of information, magical treasures, or to battle with other aberrations. Sharns grow and learn by eating still-living sapient creatures, whose minds become part of the sharn gestalt. Once an individual sharn has absorbed enough minds, its body splits into two or three individuals, which swiftly regrow a full body. Sharns are highly fractious creatures, and debate even with their own individual memories and thoughts, let alone those of other sharns. Sharn pools will often divide based on disagreements of opinion or philosophy, and may fight each other, but rarely to the death. Because of their physiology, sharns have a very hard time killing other sharns without resorting to hated lawful magic and weapons.

A battle with a sharn is a hectic and confusing experience. Sharns can open what they refer to as “hex portals”—small hexagonal rings of force, studded with eyes, that they can see, fight and cast spells through. All sharns are gifted in the use of multiple weapons, and can cast both arcane and divine spells. Thus, no two fights with sharn are likely to progress in the same way, as they have different tactics based on their particular gifts.  Sharn usually fight to either obtain items or knowledge, and can usually be treated with by generous offers of one or the other. They do not parley with other aberrations, only slay them, and a sharn may be a fountain of lore about these creatures if they can be kept focused long enough to reveal what they know. Those few unfortunates that have tried to read a sharn’s mind to reveal its secrets are exposed to the combined consciousnesses of all the individual personalities and identities inside a sharn, and few minds are hardy enough to survive the information overload.

Sharn CR 10 XP 9,600 CN Large aberration Init +6; Senses all-around vision, darkvision 60 ft., Perception +23 Defense AC 22, touch 16, flat-footed 15 (-1 size, +6 Dex, +1 dodge, +6 natural) hp 126 (12d8+72); regeneration 6 (lawful) Fort +10, Ref +10, Will +14 DR 10/cold iron or lawful; Immune mind-influencing effects, polymorph Defensive Abilities amorphous, archetypal shape, evasion, hostile mind Offense Speed 10 ft., fly 40 ft. (perfect) Melee masterwork falchion +15/+10 (2d4+9/18-20), 2 masterwork falchions +15 (2d4+6/18-20), 3 bites +12 (1d8+3) or 3 triple-claws (3d4+6), 3 bites +12 (1d8+6) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. Special Attacks double casting, hex portal Spell-like Abilities CL 12th, concentration +18 (+22 casting defensively) At will—clairaudience/clairvoyance Cleric Spells CL 6th, concentration +12 (+16 casting defensively) 3rd—blindness/deafness (DC 19), dispel magic, prayer 2nd—bull’s strength, cure moderate wounds, delay poison, silence (DC 18), spiritual weapon 1st—comprehend languages, cure light wounds, divine favor, protection from law (DC 17), shield of faith 0th—create water, guidance, resistance, stabilize Sorcerer Spells CL 6th, concentration +12 (+16 casting defensively) 3rd (4/day)—fireball (DC 19) 2nd (7/day)—blur, scorching ray 1st (8/day)—grease (DC 17), identify, mage armor, magic missile 0th—acid splash, detect magic, light, mage hand, prestidigitation, read magic, touch of fatigue (DC 16) Statistics Str 22, Dex 22, Con 22, Int 23, Wis 23, Cha 23 Base Atk +9; CMB +16; CMD 33 Feats Arcane Strike, Alertness, Combat Casting, Combat Expertise, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Eschew Materials (B), Multiattack (B) Skills Bluff +16, Diplomacy +16, Fly +25, Intimidate +19, Knowledge (arcana, dungeoneering, religion, planes) +25, Perception +23, Sense Motive +20, Spellcraft +19, Stealth +15; Racial Modifiers +6 Knowledge (all) Languages Aklo, Common, Dwarven, Elven, telepathy 100 ft (sharns only) SQ aggregate memory, multiweapon mastery, undersized weapons Ecology Environment underground Organization solitary, pair, parliament (3-9) or pool (10-30) Treasure double standard (3 masterwork falchions, other treasure) Special Abilities Archetypal Shape (Ex) A sharn can never change its shape through polymorph effects, and no creature can assume the shape of a sharn using polymorph effects. Aggregate Memory (Ex) A sharn gains a +6 on all Knowledge checks, treats all Knowledge skills as class skills, and can make Knowledge checks untrained without penalty. A sharn is proficient with all simple and martial weapons, as well as with shields. Double Casting (Ex) Because of its fractious mind, a sharn can cast two spells as part of the same full-round action. These spells must be drawn from different spell lists. Hex Portal (Su) As a standard action, a sharn can create a hex portal within 400 feet of itself. Creatures can share a space with a portal without penalty, but the sharn can see and attack through it. A sharn can make attacks with one arm through a hex portal or use it as the point of origin for its spells. Creatures can attack the sharn through the hex portal, but treat it as if it had improved cover. A sharn cannot flank or make attacks of opportunity through its hex portals. A sharn can move one or more hex portals up to 40 feet as a move action. If a portal moves more than 400 feet from a sharn, it is automatically dismissed. A sharn can create up to nine hex portals a day, but may have no more than three open at a time. The hex portal does not take up space and cannot be attacked with normal weapons. A successful dispel magic against CL 12th closes a hex portal, as does a dimensional anchor or disintegrate spell, or anything that explicitly destroys a wall of force. A sharn can open or close a hex portal as a standard action, or can pull itself through a hex portal as a full round action, teleporting to the hex portal’s square and closing the portal behind it. A portal remains for 10 minutes if not dismissed or destroyed Hostile Mind (Ex) A creature trying to read a sharn’s mind must succeed a DC 22 Will save or become feebleminded (as the spell). The save DC is Charisma based. Multiweapon Mastery (Ex) A sharn does not suffer any attack penalty when fighting with multiple weapons. Spells A sharn can cast spells as a 6th level cleric and a 6th level sorcerer. It does not gain any other class abilities from these classes, such as a domain or bloodline. A sharn treats its own body as a holy symbol for the purposes of spell components. Triple-Claw (Ex) A sharn’s triple claws can be used to wield two-handed weapons. It cannot make claw attacks with a triple-claw holding a weapon, as it needs at least one free hand to see with. When using two-handed weapons in its triple claws, it treats its primary weapon as dealing 1.5 times its Strength bonus to damage, and secondary weapons as dealing its Strength bonus to damage.

[creativeashproductions]

When Fate Intervenes // Luke Patterson

IN WHICH: Fate intervenes with a trio of musicians on the night that was supposed to be legendary. Fate puts the reader with a special ability that may or may not be able to save them. Fate puts a clairvoyant, an accidentally upsized pizza and thirteen year old oddly obsessed with a rock band.

Warnings: Swearing, food poison, death, and fluff

Words: 2.8k

A/N: Time to get rid of some fic ideas from my TOO LONG of a list. It’s Julie fault, she keeps encouraging each fic idea I tell her.

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Masterlist

The Orpheum, 1995

The line up comprised of countless girls wearing homemade band shirts for the new band performing. Your little sister, at thirteen years old, had pleaded for weeks if not three months to go watch it. It was odd since she was more in the pop scene than the rock music. Your parents would never let her go to the rock show at night, so it was you or no show. It took a promise of doing your chores for an entire month and her dessert for two months. That was why you stood beside Harper among the fangirls while you clicked through the camera you’d saved up for years.

“I’m so excited.” Harper buzzed dancing on your feet as the time on her watch dwindled down more and more.

Your eyes flitted from the screen to the ball of energy you called your little sister, “I can tell. Which one do you have a crush on?”

“Reggie. He’s the bassist and so fucking-sorry freaking cool.” Harper gushed, “A good portion of the fans are obsessed with the lead singer Luke. Bobby is the rhythm guitarist, and he’s a ladies man, but he’s sweet about it.”

“And you’d know that how?” You questioned letting go of the camera around your neck. Your e/c eyes meeting her matching pair of irises; well yours were a bit more vibrant.

“I just know.” Harper retorted before beaming as she roughly poked the pin she’d made herself, “This represents all of them. Red for Reggie’s plaid shirt he always has, orange for Bobby’s love of oranges, yellow for Luke’s energy and pink for Alex because he loves the colour!”

The pin had their band design with Sunset Curve on it with the words outlined with a sunset made up of red, orange, yellow and pink just as Harper had pointed out. By far, it was her best work, but that was expected from an art student at Los Feliz High School. An art school for artists and performers. You attended for photography and creative writing just as Harper attended for art.

“That might be your best work Harps.” You complimented your little sister who shivered in the cool night breeze. You didn’t even think about tugging off your warm jacket to place on her shoulders.

You’d rather be cold than your little sister no matter how much you fought with each other, the Y/L/N siblings had each other’s backs no matter what.

“Thanks.” Harper murmured, leaning closer, “So do I meet Reggie?”

Your eyes widened slightly at her subtle goading to a part of your life was cinematic. It was a piece of you that very few people knew about, only your parents and Harper. Like most of the women in your paternal lineage, you carried the ability to foresee events in the future. A clairvoyant.

“Harper!” You scolded the young teenager who blatantly was just over-excited to see the band she’d been talking about constantly.

Harper’s cheeks turned a cherry blossom pink under the crappy lighting from the marquee sign. Even in the light, you noticed the changes in her face as she matured into a young woman, her cheeks while still full didn’t have that baby cheek look now. You saw a stubborn zit that you could see under the makeup that didn’t entirely match her skin tone. It caused an ache in your heart to know that soon she’d have the experience of heartbreak.

“Sorry!”

“You told me these guys are my age. Need I remind you that you are thirteen? If anyone older than thirteen makes an advance I’ll put my softball skills to the test.” You sternly informed the shorter girl with the pout that screamed rebellion, “Just be a kid Harps.”

“Like you said Y/N, I’m thirteen. I’m not a kid anymore.” Harper dropped the attitude to adopt a more mature soft tone. You could see the tinge of sadness in her eyes at losing the part of life where it was easy.

“I know. I can wish you’ll stay that annoying little kindergartener that stole my clothing.” You chuckled, “You’ll always be the Stephanie to my DJ.”

The two Y/L/N siblings momentarily glanced around before hugging as quickly as possible, they still had reputations to uphold. Had you been actually paying attention, you and Harper would have noticed the commotion from the people behind you.

As you and Harper had the sweet moment, the very band performing had raced out the alley into the street. What brought you back to the surroundings was the pizza boy delivering the pizza box to you. 

“Wait, we ordered a small!” You exclaimed finding the boy holding an extra-large pizza. You only received a shrug in response with the right change given back. 

Two things happened with this food mistake, you didn’t have to pay more than what you actually ordered, and you still got the larger pizza. However, the Orpheum didn’t allow outside food, meaning you’d have to force-feed yourself all the pizza or trash more than half. 

“We could shar-” Harper was cut off as a blinding white light became your focal point. Harper knew what was happening by the specific groan coming from your lips.

A nauseating scent of cheap meat, gas and chemicals flooded your sense of smell in the dingy alleyway. It was nighttime with a few people in the general vicinity with a dilapidated table and mismatched chairs on the walls’ edge. A poorly made sign with Sam & Ella’s and going by the vendor selling the hot dogs the name fit. Sam & Ella sounded like salmonella.

From a distance, you couldn’t quite hear the conversation between three male teens, but you had a bad feeling. They all migrated to a ratty couch that had been better days, a rat wouldn’t even crawl on it you swore.

The first boy had slicked back hair with rosy cheeks you dubbed innocent and cute that juxtapositioned his rocker attire. He had polished black leather shoes, pleather if his choice of food was an indication, a leather jacket and a red plaid shirt around his waist. His attention focused on the two guys beside him. In the middle, the boy had the blue hood of his sweater pulled over his messy brown hair as if hiding. Nothing stood out about him, and it seemed like that was intentional. On the other side, the last one was the tallest with his blonde hair hidden by the backwards black hat. A distressed dark grey jean jacket open to proudly display his pink hoodie. Each one wearing black pants and adorning rings.

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing the Orpheum!” The middle boy joyfully spoke head in the clouds instead of the questionable surroundings. He arguably had the loveliest smile you had ever seen, and his friends had nice smiles at that as well.

Yet even if this hadn’t taken place, however, it still felt like you were intruding on something incredibly private, “Why am I being shown this?”

Your question went unsurprisingly unanswered.

“I can’t even count how many bands have played here! And then ended up being huge!” He happily sunk into the back of the couch, thinking of all the bands he had CDs to in his room, “We’re gonna be legends!”

“Oh.” You breathed as you caught a whiff from the boys that quickly gave you the understanding of why you saw this. You could only smell what you had dubbed as death, the scent unchanging from the first time you’d encountered it.

The death stench accompanied a clairvoyant vision if the object of your vision was sick or about to die. The first time you encountered, it was a vision of two cars colliding, the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal, the scent of burning flesh overpowering the milder stench. The next morning school was cancelled after a teacher died in a car accident on the way to work.

“Eat up, boys. ’Cause after tonight, everything changes.” The only vocal one continued with his two friends silently listening. The trio toasted their food together.

“No!” You exclaimed as each boy took a bite. You held your breath, hoping that the inevitable in the vision wouldn’t occur.

Unfortunately, it was right away the warning appeared. The blonde one the most affected, “That’s a new flavour.”

“Chill, man. Street dogs haven’t killed us yet.” The leather jacket guy proudly spoke, the least one concerned. 

Even the guy in the middle was concerned but ultimately continued eating.

“Stop it!” You shouted, but it was no use. As with every vision, you had the potential to stop it from coming true, but while in the vision, you couldn’t interact with the people or surrounding. No matter how much you wanted to slam the food out of their hands.

But one thing sends shivers down your spine. The one in the middle made direct eye contact with you. Something that had never happened before nor to any previous clairvoyants. He kept eye contact as he slowly grew sicker and sicker.

The three boys had no chance as the ambulance rushed to the alleyway to save them. The paramedics weren’t as quick as the vendors who’d already packed and fled to protect their own hides.

You watched as the paramedics did everything in their power to save the young teenagers with everything possible. Just like Luke sang in their last song, the boys felt the darker version of an electric hammer to the heart. The clocks freezing in place as they each took their last breathe in the oddest of deaths. You saw the blonde guy die painfully first before followed by the formerly hooded one, the terrified cries of the last one haunting your phantom ears.

How did three healthy teenagers die on the same night of the exact nature within minutes of each other without one surviving? Maybe it had something to do with the hot dogs chilling in the liquid that was a cesspool of bacteria compounded with tained condiments from battery acid.

You roughly came out of the vision shaking and pale-faced frantically scanning the surroundings. Harper had a grip on the extra large pizza box while the other tightly held yours to ground you in the present.

“Are you okay?” Harper softly questioned with the panic hidden inside her body. Harper knew that this vision had been one of the bad ones. The haunted look in your eyes hinting towards death in the near future.

“We need to go.” You frantically replied, grabbing the pizza that would hopefully have a hand in saving three hopeful teens.

Your gym teacher would be proud of the distance diminished and speed you kept towards the area that would further shatter you. Foreseeing death and sometimes unable to stop it always had a nasty impact on you. 

“Where are we going?” Harper yelled, “We’ll miss the doors opening!”

“We’ll miss them if we don’t hurry up!” You shouted back at the disgruntled little sister but at the moment that didn’t matter. 

What mattered was three hungry teenagers about to gorge themselves on death dogs if you didn’t make it in time. It appeared for the first time you’d actually manage to stop the deaths, unlike the previous three times. 

“-tonight. Everything changes.” The chill-inducing rasp helped navigate you to the disgusting couch. Your cold hand slammed the hotdog from the blonde’s hand, the shocked reaction halting the other two.

“Don’t...eat...it.” You heaved bending over at the waist to catch your breath. Wheezing sounded from your little sister as the running and seeing her favourite band up close settled.

“Excuse me! I paid for that hotdog!”

“You’d be buying yourself death literally. Your dreams of playing the Orpheum would be extinct.” You sighed, chugging the water from the pocket of Harper’s backpack for a few seconds before the owner took it back.

“Okay, look I don’t know how you found us but-”

“You don’t have to believe me ’cause I sure as hell wouldn’t have but don’t jeopardize your dreams. Look my little sister wanted to see your show so I brought her and we ordered a pizza. They fucked up the order by giving us an extra-large pizza. We’ll barely eat a quarter of it, and the venue is strict on the rules.” You rambled using tour hands to elaborate the story before Harper roughly elbowed your ribs, “Ow!”

“Oops.” Harper faked a sugar-sweet smile for your benefit as the interaction with the three musicians slowly dove into embarrassment.

“-sorry. You’d be doing us a favour by not wasting our money and food. What do you say?” You hesitantly asked the trio who didn’t speak vocally; their eyes meeting in a silent conversation.

Reggie sighed as he begrudgingly dropped his hotdog in the bin near the couch, “Pizza outranks street dogs even if the dogs are heaven and to die for.”

“Literally.” You grumbled forcefully pushing the obscenely large pizza box into the middle one’s stomach, “I’m Y/N, this is my little sister Harper.”

“Hi.” Harper shyly waved with cheeks turning a dust pink concealed by the dark of the alleyway. The boys’ lips all quirked at the sudden contrast from the confident sister slamming her elbow in you to the bashful teen.

“I’m Luke. This is Reggie and Alex.” The hooded one, Luke, introduced his bandmates as best he could with his hands occupied by the pizza box.

Without the threat of death by the hot dog, you actually took the time to look at Luke with appraising eyes. His eyes were like oceans of blues, greens and even a brown that both exhilarated you; the desire of studying them not surprising. His smile outshone the sun on the hottest day in August.

“Nice to meet you.” You informed the trio with a beaming smile that matched your starstruck little sister. The interaction gave you the opportunity for immense and untiring future teasing on the teen that daydreamed of the bassist. 

You had to admit the trio were incredibly attractive.

“Come back to the dressing room. We can eat there out of the cold.” Alex courteously invited the two formerly strangers. His blues sharing his pure intentions to repay you for saving their lives and offering pizza. 

“Of course.” Harper nodded her head with her eyes barely meeting the ones of the boys. The shell was broken when Reggie piped up.

“That’s a really cool pin! Where’d you find it?”

Gated Community, Los Angeles, 2002

An off-tune humming filled the modestly sized home in the suburbs of Los Angeles, California with the sound of water splashing. Doing the dishes was a mindless chore that typically didn’t bother you, but the pain in your lower back protested. You’d have used the dishwasher, but the thing was perpetually breaking down. Didn’t seen essential to replace when washing dishes by hand was just as productive.

Or it was when you didn’t have the extra weight in your midsection, a symbol of your love with your husband. In fact, you would have avoided doing dishes if you hadn’t just used the last clean plate and glass at breakfast plus Luke hadn’t been home in the previous week.

Sunset Curve had gone on a press tour for the upcoming album and tour planned for next year.

“Oof.” You moaned as the little rascal once more hit your bladder, “Are you breaking electric guitars in there?”

“Not a soccer player?”

“With you as their father? Not likely.” You snorted as the sudden appearance of Luke became clear. You hadn’t been expecting him, “I missed you. We missed you.”

As had it since you first told him Luke’s warm hand came to rest on the front of your swollen belly. In a short month, you’d be cradling the newest member of the Patterson family with Luke singing the lullaby he solely made for baby P.

“Still haven’t given in?” The lead guitarist teased you with a beaming smile splitting his face, “Go sit down. I’ll finish the dishes.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. 

“I’m not abusing my clairvoyance to foresee our child’s gender, name and appearance.” You pointed one finger in his direction, “I refused Bobby’s pleading to see which models he would bed. The only time I did something like that was to reassure Alex that he would fall in love with a lovely guy.”

Luke’s heart burst with sheer adoration at how easily you had sunk into the friendship with the band after that one night. A night that had given birth to a friendship that slowly evolved into a romance and marriage. To this day, the group got together as much as possible.

“I love you.” Luke chuckled, “Even-”

“-if I came into your life like a completely crazy person?”

“We’re all a little crazy.”

Your house surely would be when a little tornado with Luke’s energy took over the home you’d made with Luke. The very home you would have more children and grow old together until soon you held your grandkids on your laps.

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[izzyspussy]

2 & 8 for Eddie and Jessica pls!

What do strangers notice about them first?

Eddie puts out a strong ass vibe. All witches have a vibe, but clairvoyants like the Alfaros are particularly intimidating to seculars. They can't necessarily tell that she's powerful or what she can do, but they know better than to try to try to trick or fight her - unless they're particularly stupid. Other witches get the vibes too, but if they don't know her by reputation they won't necessarily be able to guess that she's a clairvoyant either just that she's a fellow witch. She does have that reputation though, because her father caused a big political scandal in the witch community.

Jessica also puts out a vibe, but her vibe is simply 'rich' lmao. She's also very tall and is always "overdressed" (a concept she does not believe in). So, intimidating in her own way. A true power couple.

How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

Jessica has carefully built ensembles that include jewelry pieces. She's rich enough that many of her pieces don't get recycled between outfits, so it's difficult to have a favorite because she wears everything with about the same frequency. She favors elegant, minimalistic jewelry. Teardrop pearl earrings, that sort of thing.

Eddie doesn't have any of her own jewelry, but she wears her mother's engagement ring on a necklace. She also has a small quartz crystal ball on a keychain that she wears on her belt loop in case Fred needs a crystal and doesn't have one. She has her father's watch, but unlike a ring on a chain that you can tuck underneath your shirt a watch is near impossible to hide, and that kind of blatant sentimentality makes her feel vulnerable. She will wear it to make a point to someone who'd recognize it though.

[OC asks]