#first son of refusing to draw actual ears

[tereresrock]

he’s in love with a prince guys (got lazy at his ear pardon me)

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 28th

Day 28: Cuckolding, Aphrodisiacs, Temperature Play

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Restraints, gags, cuckolding, forced voyeurism, threats of violence, oral sex (male receiving), taunting, crying, vomiting, vaginal sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, cream pie

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Joel has never liked you man. Never. From the moment you and him hit town, he had known what type of man he was. He was slimy, unreliable, a cheat. Not only were those eyes of his wandering, but he was a greedy son of a bitch who had viewed himself as some sort of prize and had managed to convince someone like you that you needed him around. 

“You’re gonna sit right there and watch.” The fury in Joel’s tone makes the man struggle against the gag. His hands tightly bound behind his back and his body secured to the chair in his apartment. His lips hover near his ears and it’s too bad that the small, wicked smirk that he gives is seen by no one but you. “You fucked me out of my payment, Ben. What you owe me, now I’m going to get it other ways.” 

The muffled scream of protest is ignored as Joel straightens and saunters over to where you are waiting. He had come to you for payment and had been surprised when you had offered so much more than the credits that he had been promised. Nothing you offered had been worth anything, until you had finally offered him the one thing he couldn’t refuse. Yourself. 

Joel has a reputation. He’s a mean son of a bitch. Ruthless. It worked for him. The fact that few fucked with him, that the FEDRA agents even were wary around him, helped him survive. Let him do the things that he needed to do. He should have refused. Should have said that your pussy wasn’t worth the credits he was owed, but he would be lying. To you and to himself. 

He wants you. He wants to touch you and apparently you want to get away from the son of a bitch you are with. The fact that you were willing to let Joel completely ruin you in front of him, well that’s just icing on the cake. Ben had fucked Joel out of credits. Joel was going to fuck you and fuck him out of his woman. It was a fair trade in his mind. 

He listens as Ben struggles, shouting through the dirtiest cloth he could find to wrap around the fucker’s face. Knowing those ropes are cutting into his wrists, hearing the creaking of the chair but he knows it will hold. 

“She’s a pretty woman, Ben.” The hardness in his gaze softens slightly as he reaches out to cup your face, to touch you. “You should have known that if you fucked someone over, they were going to want her.” He looks back towards the man who is still struggling against his fate. “Now you’re gonna watch me take her.”

Your shiver draws his head back towards you and he looks down at you again. His silent question is private between the two of you. Despite being a somewhat cruel man in appearance, there are lines he will not cross and sexual force isn’t one of them.

Inhaling, you nod, your reasons for doing this are your own and he hadn’t questioned that. Just if you were serious and what you wanted him to do if you were. 

“Now, your man owes me a lot of credits, and I’m going to get satisfaction. One way or another.” He growls, his voice rough and uncaring. His hand tightens on your jaw as he lifts your chin. “First, you’re gonna suck my dick.” He informs you. “Then I’m gonna fuck in you in front of your piece of shit, cheatin’, swindling man.” 

Ben doesn’t need to know that Joel actually showered for this. In the man’s own shower, to make sure that he was clean. That you had told him that you wanted to get away from Ben but you never had the means. If he would get you away, ‘take you as payment’, that you wanted to do this. As a means of getting back at the bastard for his apparent sins. Whatever went on between the two of you hadn’t been pretty, but Joel didn’t pry. Wasn’t his business. 

He lets go of your chin when you nod and reaches for his zipper. The fact that you were already naked, already spread out on the bed when your man had walked in the door had been a calculated move. One that distracted him long enough to let Joel overpower him. Plus it was easy to get to the fuckin’ when you’re already undressed. 

Pulling out his hard cock, Joel groans as he pumps himself. “Didn’t think that I would get anything more than the pleasure of breakin’ your knee caps. Or maybe your hand. Hadn’t decided yet, but this mouth? This pussy?” He smirks and looks over at Ben’s wide, angry eyes. “Might be worth losin’ the credits you fucked me out of.” He tells him as he shuffles closer and grabs the back of your head. “Open up, little girl.” He orders, purposefully using the nickname that you had confided Ben had an affinity for. 

The angry, harsh shouting from behind the gag is ignored, the soft heat of your tongue distracting him. Making him groan when you run your tongue over the head of his cock and give him a pleasure that’s been a long fucking time since he’s enjoyed it. “Fuck.” He spits, watching your tongue circle the head and draw him into your mouth, starting to take him deep on the first pass. Your teeth slightly scraping just enough to make him hiss, but it feels good. 

He’s so distracted by the heat of your mouth, the way you take him deep until your nose is pressed against the hair above his cock that he doesn’t watch Ben. He’s forgotten for a moment until he hears a whimper. 

Looking over see the man closing his eyes, trying to block out the filthy, wet, sucking sounds as you give blowing Joel your all. 

“Open your fuckin’ eyes before I pop them out of your fuckin’ skull.” Joel barks, making you moan around him at the authority in his voice and Ben’s eyes spring open. Horrified that Joel might actually do that. “Watch how eagerly she sucks my cock.” He chuckles darkly, reaching down and grabbing the back of your head to start rocking his hips forward. Pushing deeper into your mouth. “When was the last time she sucked yours? Been a while, hasn’t it? That why she’s trying to suck my soul out? Needed a cock in her pretty mouth?” He huffs. “Sounds like you aren’t man enough to pay your debts or satisfy your woman.” 

 You moan around him, letting him push deep, his cock down your throat and he can tell you are enjoying it. Especially when you slide one hand between those pretty thighs to rub your clit. Joel groans in approval. Tears are leaking down your cheeks, but you are taking his dick like a pro. He wonders how long you had imagined cuckolding your man. Way too eager in suggesting this, and you keep glancing over at where he is tied to the chair. 

“Fuck, I should cum down your throat.” Joel grunts, twitching in your mouth at the idea. “But I want to fill your pussy up. Have you drip my cum while you walk around this apartment.” He knows you are leaving the asshole, but it drives the nail in deeper. 

Tears are sliding down Ben’s cheeks when he looks back over, making him smirk. “Is it worth it?” He taunts. “A few credits? You could have just paid me.” 

A gasping sob that is barely audible in answer has him huffing and Joel lets go of your head to pull his hips back. Pulling his cock out of your mouth. “On your knees, little girl. Give him a prime view.” 

You shuffle to your knees and Joel moves behind you. Making sure that Ben can see everything. You had wanted him to see everything. You had told Joel to fuck you rough. That you wanted to scream. He’s man enough to get a woman what she wants, and he pumps his cock again, wet with your saliva. 

“Fuck, such a pretty cunt.” He slaps your ass and looks back up at Ben once more. “Gonna look real good split open on my cock.” 

Guiding himself towards your entrance, there’s a renewed struggle from the chair a few feet away. The hopeless fighting that makes Joel grin as he pushes into your tight pussy in a rough thrust, making you shriek in pleasure. 

“Shiiiiiiiiiit.” Once he’s buried to the hilt, Joel immediately starts fucking you. Harsh, hard thrusts that push you forward and make your tits sway. Giving it to you exactly how you said you wanted it, Joel bares his teeth, watching his cock fuck into you as he holds onto your hips in a bruising grip. 

You seem to love it, your pussy clamps down on him so tight he thinks he’s gonna blow prematurely and your shouts of pleasure are loud. Loud enough that the people around you will hear. It’s not Ben’s name you are shouting, it’s Joel’s.

Ben is sobbing, forgotten in that chair while he watches you get fucked by Joel. Your face twisting in pleasure every time the bastard thrusts into you and he has rubbed his wrists to the point where they are raw. Unable to stop this. Unable to stop you from fucking this…monster. 

Joel groans, making sure that every thrust slaps against your ass, his balls hitting your clit and making you moan when he pushes your head down to the bed you are kneeling on. Giving this everything he’s got and fucking loving it. 

Your eyes are on Ben, watching him sob and cry. Making it even better when they roll back in your head when Joel’s cock hits deep and you moan again. Letting him see how much you are enjoying being fucked by the man he had fucked over. Sweet revenge. 

“Gonna, fuck, gonna knock off a few credits of your debt.” Joel tells Ben. “For every nut I bust inside your woman.” 

Ben retches, nearly throwing up behind the rag tied around his head and it makes Joel chuckle as he continues to jack hammer his cock into your cunt. You were right that he would find it disgusting. Somehow territorial about cum. 

“Maybe I should make you eat it out of her.” He grunts, making your cunt clamp down around him at the thought. He smirks and feels that he’s getting closer, so he pulls you up to your elbows and then up against his chest. 

His grip on you is tight, harsh. One hand sliding down to your clit to rub it as both of you watch Ben. “You gonna cum for me, little girl?” The growl in your ear is meant just for you. He wants you to cum. To be completely satisfied while you’re being fucked in front of your man. “Gonna soak my cock and cover it in your sweet pussy juices? Let me wear you all day?” 

Your eyes roll back again and you gasp out a “Yes!” right before scream his name. Your cunt clamping down around him and your body twitching against his as you soak his cock in those juices he had been talking about. 

“Fuck, fuck.” Joel hisses, his own pace faltering, hips stuttering as he gets close to his own orgasm. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna wreck this little cunt.” 

The retching continues, but Joel is too lost in the beginnings of his own orgasm. Pumping into you in short, shallow thrusts until he is grinding deep. Painting your walls with hot ropes of cum as he groans harshly. Exhausted and completely blissed out as you take his cum in your still trembling cunt. 

He might have actually thrown up and had to swallow it. Ben’s face is screwed up in disgust and horror and to Joel’s utter amusement, he’s either pissed his pants or cum in them. He’s not going to find out, but it just solidifies how big a piece of shit this guy is when he finally opens his eyes again and sees the man sitting there. He looks so defeated. 

Joel squeezes your hip gently and pulls out of you, slapping you on the ass as you fall forward and he can see his cum dripping out of your cunt. He hums in approval and shuffles off the bed, tucking his wet cock away. 

“Get your stuff.” He tells you, making Ben’s eyes snap back over to him and he smirks at the shake of the man’s head. “Decided she’s comin’ with me. You don’t deserve a pussy that good.” He saunters over and grabs the back of Ben’s hair and yanks his head back while you scramble to dress and grab your things. You had already packed them, but that’s besides the point. 

“Shouldn’t have fucked with me, Ben.” Joel growls harshly. “Now, now I’ve fucked your woman.” He tells him darkly. “And I think I’m gonna continue fuckin’ her. You, you’re gonna sit right here and think about things. Might let you out of that chair in a day or so, might let you die in it.” He chuckles. “Haven’t decided yet.”  

[eyesofeos]

POV: you see your heretical 8 year old son in the street

Art of my Tav Athanasius as a child (with the simplest fucking background I could throw together, I hate backgrounds). He is my blorbo and I love rotating him in my head.

In drawing this piece I was thinking about if elf children are like kittens and have extra big ears that they have to grow into. Also his freckles extend to his ears and this brings me a lot of joy.

The backstory behind this piece, if anyone is interested:

His parents were Lathander worshippers and friends and patrons of Rosymorn monastery. His mother had actually switched to Lathander's faith when marrying his father, and originally worshipped the traditional god of the elves, even though elvish had barely been passed down in the family after several generations of living in Baldur’s gate.

They had promised to send their second son to join the monastery when he was old enough to make the journey with some traders. When this son was born they even named him after one of the great figures in the church of Lathander, the Monk known as Athanasius i confessoris, or Athanasius the confessor, known to the elves as Athanasius an aidmheil.

But Athansius felt uneasy about being shipped off to the monastery, as he did not feel a strong faith towards Lathander, and did not want to give up his freedom. But whenever he and his parents had passed the temple of Tymora in the upper city he felt a strange pull towards the image of the smiling lady.

So a few days before his planned departure he ran away from home in the middle of the night and turned up on the temple of Tymora’s doorstep. The high priest found him asleep there the next morning and when he pleaded to be allowed to join the temple as an initiate he told him that there is no reward without risk, and asked if he was willing to be tested.

The test of whether a child is favoured by Tymora, is that they are brought into a room in the inner sanctum of the temple and seated before a blind priestess, who quickly makes a neat, diagonal cut across the child’s face with a fine, delicate knife. If she misses the eyes and marks the center, it is a sign that the child is favoured by Tymora and will be able to rise high in the ranks of the temple. If the left eye is damaged, they can still join, but will be more limited in station. If the right eye is cut, they are refused entry, and sent instead to the temple of Ilmater to be taken in there, so that the crying one can protect them from Beshaba’s influence.

Athanasius passed the test and joined the temple as an initiate. Being marked in this way also helped to deter thieves or kidnappers when the children were out at market or playing in the streets, because favourable luck was so crucial to successful crime that most criminals would avoid harming a child of Tymora and angering her.

It was perhaps this ritual that angered his parents to the point of disowning him entirely, since the monastery would never accept a child marked by another temple, and the style of cut was distinctive.

The first time they glimpsed him in public (after looking for him for weeks) his father ran up to him with relief and grasped him by the shoulders, only to look into his face and realize what he had done. Initially, he was furious and started shouting, but then he appeared to calm down and was simply like, come Elena, I was mistaken; this child is not our son. And that was the last time his parents ever spoke to him; after that whenever they encountered one another in the street both parent and child would turn their faces away and pass one another in silence.

I have published the first in a series of fics featuring his time with the party on Ao3, called “A Servant of Tymora” ^^

[itsgirlcraft]

Ayo what we got here for Stevetember day 14: forgetful?? What's his name-

Nahhhh XD we love Memory in this household

I was gonna do a bunch of different AU variants of Memory and Galaxy, but I ended up basically just doing a ref sheet for my man ODAA!Memory Steve lol. I love how this came out! Even tho his face on the full body drawing is all wonky lol.

One Disaster After Another is one of my really, REALLY big AUs from awhile back :3 The Galaxy fam is one of my faves from there so I'm excited to have at least one of my bois drawn!! It's basically a modern AU where the Steves are humans that turned into their respective Steves, and Sabre's trying to investigate what's happening and protect those who have been changed.

Description of the drawing and his backstory are beneath the cut!

Memory has 4 eyes, spirals hidden in his fur/hair, and this big poofy squirrel-like tail. These little spirals that vanish and reappear actually can induce hypnosis and memory loss when looked at. On the back of both ears, he has false eyes that can glow just like his main eyes.

He has only a partially furred face, like a primate's, with the center having smooth skin. He's mostly covered in fur, only some of his upper body is smooth/barely furred, including his neck and, partially, his arms. It was his idea to wear the suit, in part just cause he likes being ✨️fancy.✨️

You know peacocks? Yeah, that's what his tail is like, it's big and flashy - but only because if you get distracted by it, he can "flashbang" you with a big, rotating spiral on it. Idk. A lot of it is just that his fur can draw your eyes to him, but he can control it so he can be stealthy too.

The story:

Memory here, like the other Galaxy Family kids, was changed when he was young. After Galaxy, Time, and Elemental had been transformed, they went to Void's house to make sure they were alright. But Galaxy accidentally creates a wormhole that Void falls into, and Memory witnesses it. While Galaxy jumps in to save his brother, he asks his sons to look after Memory.

Memory actually falls into a different wormhole down in the basement, the Memory Dimension ofc. As he transforms/runs away, Time and El try to chase him down without scaring him (it doesn't work). As a human, Memory has gone nonverbal when scared, and that happened here, too. Except signs would appear as he ran deeper in, showing what he wanted to say, making a trail they could follow. Eventually, he stops running and hides under a big tree, where the brothers try to calm him down.

Memory actually stays quite close with Time and Elemental behind his father's back, even though they still drift apart with Void...changing even more. Void himself transformed when he fell into the Void Dimension, and blames Galaxy for doing all of this. Ofc, he hates his brother and refuses to let Memory near him or his sons. At first, Void was still kind to Memory, and still more or less a decent person, though easily angered and fiercely protective of his son.

But as his old life fell apart, Void grew more and more comfortable with being a villain in everyone's eyes, until he started to grow cold towards his own son. Despite being witness (and an accessory) to the horrors his father is bringing forth, Memory is still trying to do some good. But his own isolation as a result of the transformation, his father, and his powers still gets to him.

[linda-likes-to-draw]

Ok hear me out

Chrysanthe as a dad. (+Miraak)

I actually had these finished a long, long long time ago but never uploaded them xD so here they are! GHD Timeskip!AU featuring Chry and Miraak as dads. How wholesome. This was all just an excuse to draw family shenanigans with Chry and Miraak sksksk

(the first two panel did not happen btw. it was a joke from the server xD Chry would be So Not Thrilled to know their baby is stolen and their parents killed by Miraak.)

After the whole Alduin Business they decided to get a baby from an orphanage! Hooray! I have never actually decided what the baby's name should be. Maybe @99corentine you'd like to choose one for them? 👀

And also have these two where. Chry has like 4 babies because we thought ''hey let's give them MORE'' and boom.

Info about the babies below!

Basically the Nord+Altmer kid is their lovechild(as in their biological son) gifted by Mara(cuz you know. they gay. can't really give birth.) Chry & Miraak got really confused but still kinda rolled with it. This baby has both Chry & Miraak's traits, having slightly pointy ears and a mix of white + golden hair, and has mostly Miraak's fight-y personality but still listens to Chry if he scolds them. They are Miraak's favorite and so they feel proud about it.

The Snow Elf, however, was made bc I accidentally misinterpreted @/mellowscrolls' convo and thought Erandur somehow got another child from Mara and was told to give them to Chry xD they are very shy, and clings to Chry the most. Miraak scares them a little due to his ominous aura lol They also like Erandur a lot! cuz he was the one that took care of them first hehe

The HERMAEUS MORA ONE, HOWEVER, is there simply and solely bc HM wanted to mess with Chry & Miraak. So after he heard that they got so many babies, for some reason, snatched/created a baby himself and corrupted it with his daedric dark magic or something. and just. left it at Chry's front door lmao Chry and Miraak did NOT take them well at first. Miraak in particular, as he refuses to even acknowledge them. Chry was afraid of it, thinking they could be HM's pawn. But, this kid was, in fact, just a kid. They are corrupted by Mora, but they were actually not influenced by him at all. They still maintain their toddler mind. And so Chry refused to kill them, as much as Miraak suggested to.

Chry starts to warm up to this half-daedra a little, but he is always unable to stare into their face, which is covered with numerous Hermaeus' eyes. Does HM have the ability to spy on them through those eyes? Nobody knows. They can also summon tentacles, which freaked Chry & Miraak out very much, so this ability was never brought back out again.

Because of both parent being wary of them, this baby is more mature and understands how different they are and does not blame either of them. They are actually a very sweet kid and takes care of all their siblings. But they know how much of a ''monster'' they are. They know about HM, they even hear his whispers to hurt Chry & Miraak when they sleep, and so they despise him, even if he was their ''creator''. They love their new parents and would never hurt them.

As they grew, maybe Miraak finally took pity and hand-carved a wodden mask for them to wear outside. They treasure this gift with their whole being as it was the first time the nord father cared for them.

Chry needs rest.

[lake-archive]

Chapter 22 - In A Mood

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht

Characters: Izumi Sena (mentioned), Nyeli (OC by @watersofcamelot), Mika Kagehira

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Once a week Mika would be in charge of Nyeli, Ritsu’s son, or that was what he understood. It was an adorable sight, though it was also surprising that Ritsu had a son so tiny. Then again, thinking about the details would ruin things and Mika wasn’t one to mind it all too much.

In fact, he and Nyeli started to get along very early on, hence why he had not minded a third person inside the dorm room. The relationship would go further when the kitty had seen Mika sketching one of his several drawing ideas. The small cat–like being had very wide eyes, was fascinated and amazed. It was from that moment on that the young boy had offered Nyeli to teach him what he knew, the cat eagerly agreeing. So once a week the two of them would just have their own lessons, and for once Mika was in the teaching position. Actually, it was a chance to pass some things down, and be a ‘teach’ of his own. Besides, it was hard saying no to the cat, he learned this for some time now yet why would he refuse?

This had been one of their several lessons already, though something had become different over time. No one was blind to it. The kitty had been in a better mood as of late and paid attention to the lessons with more vigor than usual. He was in better spirits than ever, even humming sometimes while trying his best to apply what he had just been observing. Though it had some mess up here and there still, it didn’t discourage him as it usually would. Instead it made him try again and again, motivation seeming more endless. And right now, the kitty had been at his peak of joy, to say the least. And Mika would lie if he said he wasn’t the slightest bit curious. So it was today of all days where he decided to ask, to strike up one of several conversations.

“Hey lil one, somethin’ good happenin’ today?” He asked, having his usual grin on his face. It made the small cat look up from his paper while still having a pencil in his nubs, ears wagging before nodding eagerly. He was so close to hopping up and down even which was a good sign.

“Haha, it’s somethin’ very good then~”

“Nye!” The confirmation, the eagerness not fading. Instead Nyeli seemed to be excited to just think about it, maybe even too excited to focus now. A question asked too early maybe but even then, such an opportunity could be turned around to work as another lesson… Ok, he just wanted to know. Did it have something to do with Ritsu? Hmm… It wouldn’t be unlikely but Mika would have noticed that earlier, surely.

“Oh, I know! Can ya draw what’s happened?”

It only took one time asking because the kitty nodded from one moment to the next, as if he couldn’t wait to share it honestly. He hopped away for a short moment, carrying one of his sketch notebooks he was gifted to not too long ago, deciding to tell the story that way. Most of the time the cat was quickly scribbling before showcasing the events which transpired, drawings resembling a child’s yet still keeping the fundamentals in mind. Plus, one can easily see who is who.

It was a small series of events transpiring. The first image is that of a small figure, eyebrows lowered and seeming to be portrayed as some ‘super evil guy with grey hair’. The next is this guy yelling at a small figure with cat ears, most likely representing Nyeli, and calling him every mean spirited name the cat probably could think of. The next image shows the small cat sitting down, sulking in a corner, tears rolling down his cheeks. He is crying heavily, it must have hurt him that badly.

At first it was rather depressing and Mika had to hold back his commentary, he saw nothing good in this just yet. Though the next few images would finally reveal the twist…

As there is an image showing three figures, the evil guy making his return as well as the small cat figure, though this time a third person with brownish hair is around, Regardless, the figure is holding onto the small cat which struggles while the guy looks all annoyed, none of them wanting to be here. Yet the next images show that the brunette figure insists and their stubbornness would prevail, things becoming less and less tense as time goes on. At first it looks like they are forced to be there yet in a sudden twist, the guy approaches the cat on a fateful day, asking what it is doing while drawing. The cat is skeptical in a few frames but compiles quickly. Then throwing in a panel of the same guy being portrayed as a kid playing with the cat and the answer is obvious now, why Nyeli is in such a good mood.

“Aha! You’ve made up with ‘n old friend!” Mika guessed. Nyeli nodded with a wide smile, being right on the head. Seeing the cat grin like this made the taller male pet the smaller one, this being right away responded with purring and nuzzling.

“Hehe~ I’m happy for ya! Make sure to not get outta touch now.”

Another nod, the purring continuing for some time though this would vanish from one moment to the next, Nyeli lifting MIka’s hand up a little as if having had a revelation which made it impossible to enjoy the pets he was receiving all of a sudden. It was odd, to say the least. Usually Nyeli loves pets. Why not now?

In fact, he is suddenly in thought, his ears wagging in kind before suddenly going back to his sketch notes, suddenly scribbling something else. This was a little confusing now, making Mika question what was going on now. Did the cat forget a detail? Or was the art teacher here acting a little too rash. Was it something he said? However, he would soon get his answer, or at least to some degree. Because honestly, the answer he got was not something he could do anything with yet it held some meaning to the kitty, judging from his worried expression with dropping ears.

The answer in question? It was not even a sketch but a word. One English word:

Patch

As for what meaning it held… Mika would not find it out, having noticed the mood shift from one moment to the next, knowing it was a heavy topic most likely. He decided to drop it and asked if Nyeli wanted to get his mind off this, continuing the lesson. The cat nodded of course, the eagerness showing once more. He was curious, yes, but decided to not push it. This might be something Nyeli has to resolve on his own.

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[dark-elf-writes]

Sharing the sharingan

What if The Uchiha, The Hyuga, and Kakashi all die during Pain’s attack and end up at Sakumo’s limbo-campfire together?

Maybe they all die one by one with kakashi last because they’d be damned if they didn’t do everything physically possible to keep him safe. They just absolutely refuse to meet their sensei again with the knowledge they let his kid get killed while they were still kicking.

Them showing up one by one at the campfire and Sakumo smiling oh so sadly because while he wanted to see his family again, he never wanted it to be so soon. Not like this.

Sakumo getting immediately dog piled by all three of his kids once they’re all there. Just knocked to the floor and nuzzled into because yeah they’re adults but they all lost him too early and grew up too weird to give a shit about appearances now.

The Uchiha and The Hyuga immediately launching into a full blown bragging session about Kakashi’s accomplishments (both shinobi and otherwise. They personally think him beating Gai is far more impressive than his multi page spread in the Bingo book since they have them too but oh well).

Kakashi retaliating by talking about their extensive list of accomplishments (ie the weirdly specific but very useful self help books, the highly successful erotica novels, the universal fear of all Jonin, and the legion of devoted kids they managed to build )

Sakumo being very bemused because he really thought this reunion would be a lot more…apologetic? Philosophical? Because while he certainly apologized to them all and they accepted it, everything moved past it pretty quickly. According to them they’d “slap his guilt-ridden brain out of his ears if he tried to leave them again” but didn’t actually mind his decision on the mission? When he asked about it the Hyuga huffed because “come on sensei, really? You think we helped raise your pup thinking you made the wrong choice on that mission? You have us the wolf summons for a reason, didn’t you?”

Kakashi, now possessing the spirit of a little brother instead of an only child, absolutely delighting in watching them both get scruffed like unruly pups when the stories start flowing and some less than advisable actions come to light.

Microwaving this in my head because anncnsjskdjdnshush

I always planned on at least one of them dying in the Pain attack because of the angst but the thought of all three of them dying has me feeling emotions only known to shrimp.

—

The Hyuga dies first. Impaled by a chakra rod and exhausting his chakra to give his family, his pack, even the slightest chance. The last thing he hears is the Uchiha’s roar of fury as everything goes dark.

The Uchiha dies next, shoving Kakashi out of the way of a sure kill blow before throwing himself forward, determined to draw blood if it’s the last thing he does. He tells Kakashi to take Choji and run. He wakes up with a campfire in the distance and silence all around him.

Kakashi dies last, exhausted body unable to maintain the sharingan even a second longer. He’s no natural dojutsu user. Was never meant for the constant drain. He makes sure Choji gets out and prays it’s enough that even one do the kids makes it out of this shit show alive.

(He dies grateful that Naruto is gone. That Minato’s son would live even if Kakashi was no longer there to help raise him.)

The three of them find the campfire around the same time. The Hyuga laughs so hard he would have definitely pulled something if he was still alive when he realized who was there waiting for them.

The only real family other than each other and Kakashi that he and the Uchiha had ever known.

Sakumo looks sad (and a bit concerned that the Hyuga is going to figure out how to die a second time) but that’s as nothing compared to his shellshocked expression once after the Hyuga gathers himself he’s tackled by his three very much bigger pups all yapping over each other and laughing and crying. He wonders if this was what it would have been like in a perfect world where all of them lived. He wonders if they feel the missing weight of his final pup (the one that turned from them) just as keenly as he does.

As much as it hurts to see the light come for his pups he’s so fucking glad they get to live another day, get to break the cycle of the Hatakes (because they are all Hatakes no matter what clans two of them were born into) dying young.

[meatriarch]

RAPHAEL "DANNY" ALEJO-OSORIO.

raphael - freshly twenty - three years old at the time during the search across austin & newt for his long-time best friend, maria flores - has had his fair share of a turbulent upbringing and social life.

his parents - marcos & salome - were never a married couple. due to her refusal of his several proposals and having raphael out of wedlock, their relationship and raphael's early years were spent observing a wildfire of hate claimed to be "love".

( young raphael had sworn to himself if that is what "love" was supposed to look like, then he never wanted to feel it. )

he witnessed the countless arguments, furniture getting smashed and thrown and knocked over across their home, his father towering over his mother, screaming into her face. of his mother hissing back to lower his voice, that raphael is in the room - which only prompted glare in the childs' direction before his mother was dragged off into another room, where voices and crashing turned muffled to raphael's ears.

by the time raphael turned seven, his mother decided to leave. to return back to her family in colombia - partly why she had never accepted his fathers' proposals, he would later learn. she wanted marcos to meet her family first, and he refused every time, claiming he didn't need to until they were married; until she was trapped with him.

she packed little and left, after spending a weekend with him. doting on him, taking him wherever he wanted to go. turning away at times, to hide the fact that she was crying.

a goodbye - not a see you later. for he has not seen her in person since.

( she had believed he would fare better in the states than back home, and she only had enough money to ensure her own return. she wanted to take him - she just hoped he would live better here. )

raphael didnt hear from her for a number of years ( found out his father hid the letters' she would send; it was fuel he tried to poison him against her with, to claim she abandoned him, forgot about him, didn't care ). but when he had finally discovered the box in his fathers' closet one day, and the stack of pre-opened and read envelopes, raphael to a point forgave his mother for her choice.

he also learned, through chicken-scratch and undecipherable drawings, that he has a little half-sister - carina.

he has yet to meet her in person, still. but, they send letters from time to time ( there's alot to catch up on, alot to learn, alot to digest. )

THE WRONG CROWD.

he was involved in a bad kind of friendgroup in his early to mid teens; most being the sons and daughters of his fathers' friends and co-workers - not the greatest bunch themselves.

the group were asshats, to place it plainly - getting into fights, randomly targeting people to harass and attack. breaking into homes, stealing and selling property and valuables stolen from the owners. even stealing some cars here and there.

the only consistently good friend he had was maria, when they had met between the time his mother and her father left, respectively. and he learned this fact the hard way.

maria, in spite of her own home life being rocky at the time, was always there to grant him a space of peace, a place at a dining room table that he didn't need to be tense over if it would be shoved out of the way for his father to go after him.

she was the only avenue where he felt like he could relax and just be himself - the only person at the time he was comfortable with crying in front of ( he had it quite literally punched and kicked into him that men don't cry - if he cries, his father vowed to give him something to actually cry over. )

but when one of his 'friends' little break-in plan went to the fuckin' shithole - they broke into a sheriff's fucking house, the motherfucker didn't do his research - and raphael was held at gunpoint while the others tried to scatter. leaving him there, alone, to be arrested that night.

the others' were eventually caught, even in spite of raphael keeping quiet on who he had been with. he ended up in juvie regardless, for several months.

lesson learned on who he should place loyalty - when not a damned one of them bothered to go see him.

no one except maria, and her mother and sister.

raphael was embarrassed for her, having to walk into that damn building - to have self and bags searched and contents dumped and ripped apart. every single visit ( because she insisted on it, on coming by after school, spending her allotted visitors' time with him. )

she did so without complaint. without negative word, without annoyance at being humiliated time and time again, by officers' who'd let her into the visitors area. he kept telling her she didn't need to. and she kept repeating that she wanted to, and didn't want him to be alone in there.

and its still a mystery to him, how he ever deserved to have someone like her as a friend.

and sometime later, after he had gotten out of juvie, after listening to maria pour her heart out over him - pleaded with him to think of himself and what he wanted for his life, if the people he was around where doing him any good. to please be careful, to not get himself into trouble like he had, where he easily could have been shot and killed - did he finally cut them all off, started to focus on his studies, started to focus on himself - on her and her friendship.

( she showed herself countless times to always be in his corner - and he fuckin' needed to prove that he deserved a place in hers for it. )

it was her study sessions, her gentle encouragement, everything that brought him to the point of graduating - barely, but he made it. and he credits her for being at his side, getting his shit together.

ALTERATIONS TO THE TIMELINE.

as my general canon across this blog is set that maria & gaines are not a couple or, depending on au / route, recently broken up if anything, i'm going to disregard anything on that front for the start of the search. on this blog however, i do want to note that i mess around with the timeline of maria going missing thru to when basement brawl happens! rather than the week of march 20th being the last anyones heard of her, maria left a few days before spring break of 1973. spending time with the friends prior, and with lee for his birthday as she'd be missing it on the 15th, maria left for her trip on wednesday, march seventh in the afternoon in 1973.

the seventh thru to friday the ninth, she spent bouncing around all over central texas, driving to specific areas to find her flowers. particularly, she wanted to find sunflowers yes, but wanted to find marigolds to snap photos of and send back home to lee for his birthday. depending on au but for nosy specifically, she meets johnny that friday night at a bar and they spent the remainder of the weekend meeting up before he takes her to the sawyer property and takes her captive ( shine / sunlight / wilted / coldcase / etc all have different ways that her & johnny meet - nosy however follows a little closer to gun-canon! )

the university's spring breaks typically land around the 10th - 18th, give or take. and so, by the end of that week, the only person ( in terms of nosy au ) who has heard from maria since her last letters went out on saturday the 10th, was lee. the start of the week back to classes, maria never showed. and no one heard anything until ana got in touch with them all, to let them know her car had been found - abandoned, and she was no where to be found. and so, the search began.

( and lasts until sometime between the start to middle of april. )

THE SEARCH FOR MARIA.

raphael, at the time it was discovered that maria was missing, was down along the coast of texas for his trade school - underwater / hyperbaric welding. he received the frantic call from ana, begging to know if he'd heard from maria - a complete mess from through the phone. when he managed to get her calmed enough to understand what she was trying to ask, say, raphael started to throw his things into a duffle. recanted the other friends' numbers and where their dorm houses to ensure she had them written down, and told her to immediately get in touch with them all and find out if they knew anything. and when they hung up, raphael was in his truck and on the road back up to austin.

there was no hesitation on his part. no doubts, no waiting around. if he got all the way there and it was revealed she was fine? so be it.

by the time he arrived in austin, the search was officially started and the friends all aware of her vanishing into thin air. and whether they all tried to cross-check each other to ensure none of them had seen or heard from her at all, try to get down where she last was, where she might have gone, etc., raphael got right back in his truck and started to scour around for her.

hours turned to days. and the days creeped on into a week, and then another, and then another. frustration, hope, was hanging in the air - fragile as a spiders' thread. no matter who they went up to, who they showed her photo to, it was all the fuckin' same.

another dead end. another shake of the head. another shrug of shoulders. and raphael knew every fuckin' one of them was full of shit.

his irritability only grew as time passed. his words clipped no matter who he spoke to. his patience running dry and thin. took alot from julie or sonny or lee to take the edge off of him, calm him down. the worst of it was with ana - the both of them constantly butting heads, snapping at one another. the friends knew to try and keep them as separated as possible, after a while.

drove him crazy, when they'd have to stop, take a break under the sweltering sun overhead. when they'd have to camp out for the night. he'd stay in his truck, or lie down in the bed of it. stare up at the stars, the dark above them all. knew with that sinking feeling in his gut that something fuckin' bad had happened to her. and wherever she was? she was in danger. and it made him sick to think they were, otherwise, peacefully oblivious to whatever she was going through, sitting out here under the night sky - having each other, while she was alone out there. knew she had to be scared. didn't want to think that she may possibly be dead this entire time.

as march moved into april, raphael started to break off from the others less. but temper grew hot. and he'd find himself leaving to search for hours before finding them again, continuing with them.

and it was yet another argument between him and ana, most likely, that raphael took off once again on his own, before the others ran into the old man at the gas station, before they were suggested a place to camp. before they came across the man with the jackal grin. before the ambush happened.

raphael found himself on the far outskirts of what they all would discover to be the vast properties belonging to the sawyer-hewitt family. truck left hidden down the road, obscured by trees and tall, thick bushes. walked along the road, to one of the only homesteads he'd seen for what felt like ages. the only one, as the sky overhead started to darken with cloud cover, with the porch light on - with some sort of sign of life tucked away inside.

knew it was a gamble. but at that point, what the fuck else did he have to lose?

raphael walked up to the homestead - owned by the hewitts, extended from the sawyer family - and knocked on the front door. where he was greeted by our mom luda, who stared at him through the screen door, past spectacles along the bridge of her nose.

raphael would ask her about maria then, if she could look at the photo of her and let him know if she or anyone else in her family may have seen or heard anything about her whereabouts . . .

the name stuck out to her. of course it did. she knew maria quite well, by that point ( of her trailing into their home behind johnny, timid, like a little mouse. kind girl. sweet, quiet. scared. )

but a shake of the older womans' head brought a heavy disappointment in his chest. knew it was all for nothing. not with these people all the way out here in fuck-all-nowhere. luda, however, spoke up again. offered him to come in and sit a moment. her older boys' a sheriff. maybe he's heard or seen anything? he'd be home within the hour. you could rest a moment, eat somethin'. raphael paused and mulled it over. really didn't wanna deal with another prick of a cop, not with the rest of them being as useless as they've been. but. what did he have to lose, really? and so, though he felt alarm bells ringing like crazy in his head, raphael accepted the offer - under the assumption that if anything? he'd ask this son of hers and then leave right after.

( people say to always trust your gut . . . raphael was always a believer in that mantra. and yet, turned his back to it at the worst time. )

raphael made small talk with luda for a time. she kept him pre-occupied, with the promise of something simple to eat, a glass of water. before she'd excused herself a moment, told him to take it easy and wait at the kitchen table for her.

and its then that raphael caught onto a smell, lingering in the air. something foul. something rotten. heavy and pungent. caught onto the sound of the older womans' voice, speaking to someone over the phone. heard, faintly, the woman mention someone looking for the girl . . .

and time froze then. gut feeling vindicated. seething blistering in his chest. the woman knew something. she was warning someone. someone who knew where maria was.

had her, still, even. or worse.

he was out of the chair and down the hallway - past the tall, metal doors behind the staircase, to the back room to where luda stood by sidetable with phone to her ear, grabbed the phone from her and brought it to his own, ignoring her startled cry, ignoring her shouts for thomas, as he demanded through the receiver, to whoever the fuckin' bastard on the other end of the line was, where the fuck is maria? and he was met with silence. for a moment. in spite of the commotion breaking out behind him, of metal slamming open across the floor, of heavy footfalls storming into the room, up behind him.

his mind was racing and all raphael could hear properly was his heartbeat thumping in his ears, of the static of the phone through the other end, of the person on the other end of the call breathing, calmly, before a noise makes it through - something of amusement, something of a laugh - taunting. voice picking up after, warning that he should pay attention to what's behind him, instead. as footfalls finally reach his ears, and whipping around, raphael finds himself face to face with a man towering just above himself, eyes wild and enraged from over leathered mask covering the bottom half of face . . .

[the-hinky-panda]

Strings: Part III

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Les Packer x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Les had been high school sweethearts. You're going to be a music teacher, he's going to climb the ranks of the SAMDINO MC. The only thing that stands in your way is his mentally unstable brother, Isaac. Things fall apart and fifteen years later, your daughter calls Les for help when you're in a coma and she's trying to figure out how to stay out of foster care. Les is faced with figuring out if you daughter is his or possibly Isaac's. Either way, he can't walk away for a second time from you and your daughter.

“When was the last time you ate?” 

Zoey covers her mouth with her hand as she chews the massive bite she just took out of a hamburger. Her eyes crinkle in the corners as she smiles behind her hand. “I’ve had a lot on my mind. Kinda killed my appetite.” 

Les forces a smile at the comment, memories of shoving greasy bags of take out into Isaac’s room whenever “inspiration” took hold of him. Isaac would write, paint, sing, draw, whatever outlet of creativity happened to strike him at the moment. He would become obsessed with self-expression to the point that he would forget to eat or sleep. Les was once again shoved into the position of caring for his younger brother. The fact that Zoey shares in that temperament kills Les’ appetite and he slides his untouched burger over to her. 

“So CPS is off your back and you’re feeling okay with that?” 

She nods her head emphatically. “I was so scared of where I was going to end up. My friend, Tilda, her foster family actually made a request for me to live with them.” 

Ah yes, the friend with the handsy foster father. “Tilda, that’s your friend who sleeps on the floor and takes care of the kids, and…” 

Zoey grabs a fry and dips it in the small plastic cup of ketchup. “Yeah, that’s her.” 

It infuriates him thinking about the possibility of Zoey being in that same situation. “What’s the family’s name?” 

She looks up at him with those hopeful eyes. “You can get her out of there? Can she live with us?” 

Les holds up his hand. “Slow down. First of all, I’m only here until your mama wakes up. So ‘us’ is very temporary. Second, I don’t know what to do about your friend but I’m willing to look into it. If something can be done, I’ll do it. But don’t go giving her false hope.” 

Zoey nods in understanding. “I get it. Thank you, for whatever happens.” 

He snags a fry off her plate. “Your mama got me into dipping these things in hot wing sauce whenever we would go to music festivals. If we couldn’t find that, we used bbq sauce.” 

Zoey smiles and slides a couple of the ketchup cups towards him. They’re not filled with ketchup but bbq sauce. “She taught me that too. So is that how you two met? At a music festival?”

Les takes another fry from her plate. “No, it wasn’t a music festival. We met in high school.” 

 Isaac had been caught smoking a joint in the boys bathroom that afternoon. Thank God he had unloaded the crack he had brought to school that morning or else Les would have been waiting for him down at the police station and not at the high school. Their mother was on her way to the school but she had to finish her shift at the steakhouse before attending another sit down with the principal over her out of control son. Their father just flat out refused to even speak to the school anymore. 

So Les has an hour to kill before Isaac is released into the frustrated hands of his parent and he ends up going where he always goes: the music room. No one knows he plays the guitar, that he started teaching himself at the age of ten. His father took him along to one of his motorcycle club’s parties and one of the guys had a guitar sitting in the garage with an inch of dust on it. Les had found a music book in the beaten up case and taught himself how to play jingle bells that night. It only progressed from there. He can now play by ear and has his own instrument stashed behind a stack of tires in the garage. 

But as he approaches the door to the music room, he hears music already spilling out into the empty hallway of the high school. It’s a mix of guitar and percussion. He peers through the small window to see who is in the room but he only sees you. He watches as your fingers dance along the frets and strings, and then he sees you strike the body of the guitar with the heel of your hand. That creates the percussion sound. He doesn’t even realize he’s opened the door and stepped inside until silence replaces the music. 

You stare up at him with wide, surprised eyes. He takes in a breath to say something but you jump to your feet. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” 

He holds his hand up to stop you. “No, don’t go.” 

“I don’t want any trouble. Please.” 

Fucking Isaac and his reputation is starting to pull Les’ reputation under as well. Les is a senior, keeps his grades just above passing even though he could have straight A’s. He thought he was just playing it cool but perhaps his actions were listing him into degenerate space. He doesn’t like seeing the fear in your eyes, the tremble in your hands around the neck of the guitar. 

“No trouble. Promise.” 

He gives you a small smile and that seems to calm you somewhat. “Okay. Um, do you…do you play?” 

He sticks his hands in his jeans pockets and shrugs. “A little, yeah. Not like you though.” 

You duck your head in embarrassment and brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just messing around. It’s not exactly traditional skills. Mr. Elledge would kill me for hitting the body of the guitar like that.” 

“I thought it was beautiful. Could you teach me?” 

You think about it for a minute before nodding. “Okay. Sure.” 

He remembers taking that guitar from you, the strings still warm from your hands. He remembers the scent of your shampoo, rosemary and thyme, as your hair fell over the both of them as you maneuvered his hands into the percussion positions. He remembers the warmth of your body pressed against his back. He remembers the desire that settled under his skin that prompted him to seek you out every day after that at school. 

“My mom plays the guitar?” 

The question wounds him. “She used to play all the time.” 

“Huh.” Zoey sips at her soda. “I’ve heard her play the piano and a little on the cello, but never a guitar.” 

He wonders what it was exactly that made you give up the guitar, the instrument that was constantly in your hands. He hopes he’s not the reason why you gave up the thing that brought the two of you together. That thought causes him to worry what your reaction will be when you wake up from the coma. “Well, when she comes to, you’ll have to ask her to play something for you.” 

Zoey nods silently, taking his words as they were intended: hopeful. 

[gayhawkelatehomicide]

Meet Rogelan Lavellan, my tall tough son. He's saddled with a tremendous responsibility from birth by his clan, and then THIS happens to him. He, like all the rest of my trio Inquisitors, does so much better when he's not by himself. Here's the beginning of a thing I'm writing about him and his mage siblings in the Hinterlands. The title right now is "The Lights in the Shadow" from Benedictions 4:11

"Blessed are the righteous, the lights in the shadow.

In their blood the Maker's will is written."

     Corporal Vale meets the man who will soon be Inquisitor, and at first glance, he's not impressed. The fellow isn't particularly arresting: just a tall, heavily armed elf with a hooked nose and sad eyes. The tattoos are a bit distracting, but once you've worked alongside enough runaway dwarves with big blocky casteless brands on their faces, you get to where you can ignore pretty much anything. The future Inquisitor—who introduces himself as "Rogelan Lavellan, Inquisition agent" and leaves out a number of things that Vale will consider fairly important parts of a complete introduction, once he learns about them—looks like every other Dalish exile running with the kind of sell-swords who spend every winter halfway to banditry. The long scar at the corner of his mouth that carries across his cheek and up to the missing tip of his left ear, marring the smooth lines of his tattoos, just adds to the effect. 

     Still, Seeker Pentagast is behind him, and she seems to think he's worth talking to. So. Vale gives him the laundry list of shit he needs done in order to keep this refugee rabble from starving, freezing, or getting caught in the crossfire of this stupid war. Lavellan listens attentively, asks a few pertinent questions, and then leaves. Vale figures he's seen the last of the man, and that he'll either get the help he asked for or not. He won't bother getting his hopes up. Asking the people at the top to actually do anything doesn't get results most of the time, and he has no reason to suspect this will be any different. 

     From his hilltop command center, he watches the Seeker's small party wander around the Crossroads for a little less than an hour, stopping frequently to talk with people, before they head north towards the King's Road and Master Dennet's farm. The horses are why the Seeker herself came all the way out to the Hinterlands, after all. Vale hardly expects her to abandon her mission over the issue of a few hundred malnourished, hypothermic peasants. He sees the last glint of the sun off the Seeker's polished armor as they pass into the tunnel and heaves a sigh. He gets back to work.

     The next week passes without significant incident. There are few minor skirmishes because the rebel mages or rogue templars object to even a modest encampment of people who refuse to be intimidated by them, a brief brawl between a pair of mothers in the bread line, and some worrying reports of maybe-not-bandits on the East Road, but nothing to write home about. On the evening of the sixth day after the Seeker and her party come through, Vale is walking between the rows of tents towards his own bunk when he smells something delicious. He's usually a more controlled individual than this, but when you've been soldiering on half rations for nearly a month, the smell of fresh stew will draw you like Orlesian nobles to wyvern territory. 

     Later, Vale will not be able to recall how he got from the hillside path all the way to the poacher's fireside. All he knows is that he was headed to bed hungry again, and then he was seated on a stump by a campfire with a half empty bowl of hot stew in his hands. The poacher, the one with ideas about the rams in the hills, shoots him a knowing smile from under the edge of his hat which has Vale's cheeks warming from more than just the food. He gets a second bowl, and then a third. While he eats, he watches a seemingly endless rotation of refugees with pots of their own come and go, taking cut meat from a pair of substantial ice chests that the poacher is guarding. Those who don't have their own campfires to return to are welcomed one and all, until the poacher's fireside is crowded with happily chatting people. 

     Just when it looks like they'll run out of food, the steady stream of newcomers slows to a trickle, then stops. The poacher scrapes the last of the stew out of the pot into a bowl for himself and plunks down on the ground beside Vale's stump; this is, incidentally, one of the only remaining clear spaces close to the warmth of the fire. He tucks into his dinner as Vale is finishing the last of his own fourth bowl.

     "Feels good to see this lot fed, don't it?" The man grins up at Vale. 

     "It does," Vale agrees readily. "How'd you manage it?"

     "Not me," the poacher shakes his head. "Couple of elves in Inquisition gear came out of the woods with those boxes and enough dead rams to fill 'em. Said they'd be back tomorrow. Dunno if they're crazy or just brave as hell, but I have to say I believe 'em." 

     "Huh." Vale finds himself utterly lost for words.

     "Yeah, that's what I said. I guess we'll all see tomorrow evening, eh?" 

     "I guess we will."

     They sit in companionable quiet for a time as most of the visitors to the campsite thank their host and bid him farewell, heading off to shiver through the night with whatever warmth they can scavenge. The poacher happily eats his stew, and Vale doesn't feel the urge to leave just yet. He wants to let his stomach settle, he tells himself. The moon is half-up when he finally gets up from the stump and sets his dirty bowl atop the stack that people have left on the now-empty ice chests. 

     "I'll have somebody come help you wash these," he suggests.

     The poacher nods gratefully. "That'd be a great help, Corporal. I wasn't lookin' forward to that job."

     "Of course, serah..?" 

     This earns Vale a derisive little snort. "No need to serah me. Name's Kerrel."

     "Well then, Kerrel, until we meet again." Vale tips his helmet and turns heel to march back to his bunk, trailed by Kerrel's merry laugh. 

     ***

     Sure enough, the next evening Vale himself meets a trio of hunters emerging from the trees to the south with two more ice boxes aboard a horse-drawn wagon laden with enough dead rams to fill all four boxes and keep the whole encampment fed for a tenday. Along with them comes a pretty Inquisition scout named Ritts, carrying a map. She asks directions to Recruit Wittle, which Vale gives, and shortly there is a patrol headed out to round up caches of food and blankets that the rebel mages were hoarding. Vale catches the girl's arm on her way back out of camp.

     "Who found all this?" He asks, gesturing to her map and, more generally, the sudden influx of aid. 

     "Serah Lavellan, Corporal," she answers promptly. "He's been all in amongst the hills, hunting these caches. I heard he's headed north next, to clear out the arseholes on the King's Road."

     Vale blinks. "What, the mages and templars?"

     "That's right," Ritts smiles. "He's a stand-up man, that one. If he says he'll do it, I believe him."

     And for some reason, when she says it, Vale finds himself believing it too. He snorts derisively anyway, and turns her loose. "I'll believe it when I see it."

     "As you say, Corporal," Ritts says. Something about the way she says it gives Vale the impression that she knows what he really thinks. She gives him a cheeky little grin and trots off to catch up with Wittle's patrol. 

     ***

     When you're as far out in the middle of nowhere as the Hinterlands, information does still get to you through the official channels. However, it's usually about a week and a half behind the rumor mill, if not slower, and significantly less reliable. Corporal Vale learned long ago to listen to the whispers that the soldiers share when they think nobody's listening, and to take them just as seriously as any dispatch from headquarters. 

     The whispers going around camp say the Herald of Andraste is coming to close some of the holes in the air that keep belching out demons. Vale hears from several of his better-connected subordinates that the Herald herself has been seen on the road to Redcliffe. He doesn't hear anything from Haven, but that's to be expected with the lines of communication as patchy as they are. He decides to have one of the nicer huts cleaned up and cleared out, just in case.

     Three days later a wagon train comes rattling down the mountain path. It stops at the camp in the hills before trundling on down to the Crossroads, where a motley crew of Inquisition agents hops off. A man Vale identifies immediately as a sergeant squints doubtfully at the surrounding terrain, spits, and starts to make his way up towards Vale and the command post. Meanwhile, a pair of elf girls crawl out of the back of the lead wagon. The first, a tall redhead with green face tattoos, stretches like a cat before slinging a staff that's at least 30% blade casually over her shoulder with the ease of long practice. The second, a small-framed blonde, moves much more gingerly, treating her blunt-ended staff as a walking stick more than a weapon. 

     The rest of the Inquisition soldiers don't seem to know how to react to the pair: one young man starts to offer a hand to the blonde, but the redhead turns and snaps something at him that has him snatching his hand back and double-timing it away from the wagon. Vale watches them for the minute or so that it takes the sergeant to hike up to the command post, and in that time he's decided that they have to be some sort of related. They're also obviously both mages, which is making several of the refugees closest to the wagon visibly nervous. Somebody will have to do something about that, and sooner rather than later. 

     "Corporal," the sergeant greets Vale as he reaches the top of the hill.

     "Sergeant," Vale nods back, eyes still on the mages.

     The sergeant follows his gaze. "Worried about the girls? Don't be. They're no trouble." He sucks his teeth for a moment, then changes his mind. "Well, I oughta say they're worth the trouble. The redhead is a hell of a fighter, and the little one's a healer. The pair of 'em kept my men alive through a couple of bad bandit ambushes. Speakin' of which, you've got trouble on your east road, Corporal Vale."

     "Don't I know it," Vale says sourly. "We could use that healer of yours if you can spare her for a bit. I've got some men who might not make it back to civilization. But you've got me at a disadvantage Sergeant...?"

     "Aw, shit, sorry. I've been reading Scout Harding's briefs. She's too thorough for a recruit as new as she is. Makes me think the Nightingale's been in here. Apologies," he puts out a hand to shake, "I'm Sergeant Mayes. I hear you're doing good work out here, Vale." 

     Vale shakes it, then shrugs modestly. "I'm doing what I can. Are you here to take over?"

     "Andraste's sweet bosom no," Mayes makes a superstitious warding sign with his free hand. "Naw, you couldn't pay me enough to take command of this pigsty. Uh, no offense."

     "None taken," Vale sighs. "It is a shitshow. Alright then, if you're not here to take over, what are you here for?" 

     "Commander's orders," Mayes gestures to the wagons, which are loaded down with what looks like building materials. "We're putting up watchtowers so you and the local farmers can get some warning before the bandits or demons or what-have-you come howling out of the hills."

     Vale stares at Sergeant Mayes for a long second. "And just where does the Commander think you lot are going to put those towers?" he asks incredulously. "In the middle of the burning fields, or up the arse of some crazy mage?"

     This draws a genuine guffaw of laughter from Mayes. "Naw, Seeker Pentagast's crew has been out surveying spots for 'em," he explains. "Apparently Master Dennet's people had some plans made up before everything went to shit, and we're just following up. Foundations are already laid and everything."

     "Huh," Vale says. He remembers having just about the same reaction to the arrival of meat and blankets, and wonders how many more times in the next few weeks he'll be reduced to saying "huh." Not that he minds. The help is more than welcome. 

     "Yeah, that's about what we thought," Mayes sympathizes. "Anyhow, we're just passing through. I was hoping we could leave the girls with you, though. Their cousin's with the Lady Seeker, and they came out to meet him. Big elf with one ear half missing, name of Rogelan. You seen him?"

     "Aye, he came through with the Seeker and that smart-mouthed dwarf about two weeks ago. As long as they behave themselves, your girls can stay. I'm not about to turn away help, especially if they're as good as you say."

     "Better, probably, when they're not rattling around in the back of a wagon playing catch the fireball," Mayes speculates somewhat alarmingly. He turns back towards his men and sticks a couple fingers in his mouth. Vale has time to clap his hands over his ears before the sergeant emits a loud, sharp whistle that has the whole wagon train moving again in short order. A couple hand signals tell the front teamster to head along the King's Road, and another has the two elven girls climbing the hill. It takes them longer than Mayes, as the blonde isn't terribly steady on her feet, so Vale guesses he has time for a couple more questions before they get in earshot.

     "I heard you were bringing the Herald with you," Vale says as-if-casually. "She one of those two?" 

     "Oh, yeah." Mayes waves a hand as if brushing the comment away. "The little one, Harea. She says she's not any such thing, and I ain't seen anything to prove otherwise. She's good at what she does, but I've seen circle mages do the same. Apparently she can do somethin' about those holes in the sky, but we didn't run into any on the way down here to test it."

     "Huh. Didn't she fall out of the fade at the Temple of Sacred Ashes? Handed out by Andraste herself or some such, is what I heard."

     "Yea-up. She and that cousin of hers lived through the blast somehow. Just got lucky, maybe, but she does seem a little touched. I dunno. It's all above my pay-grade."

     "Well. Mine too, probably."

     "Yea-up. Well, I'd better get going. Gotta catch that wagon. Good luck, Vale. Keep up the good work." 

     "You too, Mayes. Come back when you're done working. We'll feed you something hot."

     "That'd better be a promise, Corporal," Mayes grins. Then he heads off down the hill with a wave towards the girls, jogs after the last wagon, and hauls himself in. 

     Vale shakes his head and turns to face the newest additions to his perpetual headache. 

     As they top the rise, the two elf girls are mid-conversation. Whatever they're discussing goes right over Vale's head, something about energies and spirits and magical Andraste-knows-what. They stop when they reach the makeshift desk where he has his maps laid out, and the redhead smiles.

     "Hello. You must be Corporal Vale." Her accent is a cosmopolitan Free Marcher's—Ostwick or Wycome, if he doesn't miss his guess. 

     "I am."

     She puts out her hand to shake. "Isene Felivetanin, Second of Clan Lavellan. This is my cousin Harea Elgadira, our First."

     Vale hasn't the foggiest clue what any of that means, but he shakes her hand all the same. "Pleased to meet you both," he says politely. 

     "If you've any wounded," the blonde, Harea, interjects diffidently, "I'm a capable healer. If you think they'd accept my help, of course. Mother Giselle's note said there might be some who would prefer herbs and such? I can do that too, it just takes longer." 

     "Right, the tents you'll want are that way," Vale points. "None of the men in there now ought to give you any trouble, they've all gotten the good Mother's lecture on letting magic serve them. I'll have what medicines we do have sent down there for you to work with, and Recruit Fara will show you exactly where you can set up. Good enough?"

     "More than, thank you." She bobs her head and begins to make her way slowly in the direction of the infirmary, leaning on her staff. 

     "How about you?" Vale turns to Isene. "Are you looking for something to do, or would you rather just wait for your kinsman?"

     "I get antsy without a job, so I'd like to be useful if possible. I'm good with my hands and I'm good with people, but my magic is better for destroying than healing, I'm afraid." She offers an apologetic half-smile with this. 

     "Good to know," Vale mutters to himself, eyeing the Maker-forsaken pole arm of a staff she's carrying. "Well, we always need folk to clean and carry, but the refugees can handle most of the basic labor. If you can mend or weave, there's a group of ladies turning scrap fabric into clothes and blankets around the north end of camp, but if not, I think Recruit Ansel is trying to get an accounting of everyone in camp. He could use an extra pair of hands, for certain." 

     "I'm willing to do any of that, but I can read and do figures, so I'm probably most useful to your Recruit Ansel. Point me in the right direction?"

     Vale does. "He's down the slope that-a-way, heavyset dwarven fella with dark hair and one of those square casteless brands on his left side. Oughta have a big ol' scroll with him. Tell him I sent you to help, and maybe leave that," he nods to the staff, "in your quarters. You'll make people nervous."

     "Quarters?" she inquires brightly.

     "See that hut by the waterfall? For you and your kinsmen. Wouldn't do to have the troops see the Herald of Andraste out under a tarp next time it starts snowing. Bad for morale, whether she is or isn't what they say."

     This last comment draws a keen look from Isene. "Whether she is or isn't?"

     Vale shrugs. "I don't know one way or another, and it's not my job to care. What is my job is keeping these poor folks alive, and if that means making some decisions about housing based more on opinions than facts, then that's what it means."

     "Good to know," she echoes his earlier sentiment. "I appreciate your candor, Corporal Vale. I'll drop my staff off and go find Ansel, then." 

     With a salute that's only a little too casual to be military, she heads off down the hill. Vale watches her go with mixed feelings. Two mages powerful and comfortable enough to have been "playing catch the fireball," as Mayes said, are in his camp. They seem pretty tame now, but he saw Isene snap at that soldier for offering a hand. He resolves to have them watched. Better safe than sorry, and if they get bent out of shape over it, that'll also be important information to have. 

     Still, though he's loath to say it and invite disaster, things in the Hinterlands seem to be looking up. 

[meatriarchived]

danny is screaming so goddamn loud in my ear rn so uh have some brief bullet points at some of what's is just blaring in my mind.

( gentle cw for mentions a.buse & abandonment. )

danilo "danny" alejo-osório

danilo - god is my judge alejo - protector / defender osório - hunter of wolves

father: marcos ignacio alejo mother: salome osório half-sister: carina osório

UPBRINGING.

danny's parents - marcos & salome - were never a married couple. due to her refusal of his several proposals and having danny out of wedlock, their relationship and danny's early years were spent observing a wildfire of hate claimed to be "love".

( young danny had sworn to himself if that is what "love" was supposed to look like, then he never wanted to feel it. )

he witnessed the countless arguments, furniture getting smashed and thrown and knocked over across their home, his father towering over his mother, screaming into her face. of his mother hissing back to lower his voice, that danilo is in the room - which only prompted deadly glare in the childs' direction before his mother was dragged off into another room, where voices and crashing turned muffled to danny's ears.

by the time danny turned seven, his mother decided to leave. to return back to her family in colombia - partly why she had never accepted his fathers' proposals, he would later learn. she wanted marcos to meet her family first, and he refused every time, claiming he didn't need to until they were married; until she was trapped with him.

she packed little and left, after spending a weekend with him. doting on him, taking him wherever he wanted to go. turning away at times, to hide the fact that she was crying.

a goodbye - not a see you later. for he has not seen her in person since.

( she had believed he would fare better in the states than back home, and she only had enough money to ensure her own return. she wanted to take him - she just hoped he would live better here. )

danny didnt hear from her for a number of years ( found out his father hid the letters' she would send; it was fuel he tried to poison him against her with, to claim she abandoned him, forgot about him, didn't care ). but when he had finally discovered the box in his fathers' closet one day, and the stack of pre-opened and read envelopes, danny to a point forgave his mother for her choice.

he also learned, through chicken-scratch and undecipherable drawings, that he has a little half-sister - carina.

he has yet to meet her in person, still. but, they send letters from time to time. ( there's alot to catch up on, alot to learn, alot to digest. )

THE WRONG CROWD.

he was involved in a wrong crowd kind of friendgroup in his early to mid teens; most being the sons and daughters of his fathers' friends and co-workers - not the greatest bunch themselves.

the group were asshats, to place it plainly - getting into fights, randomly targeting people to harass and attack. breaking into homes, stealing and selling property and valuables stolen from the owners. even stealing some cars here and there.

the only consistently good friend he had was maria, when they had met between the time his mother and her father left, respectively. and he learned this fact the hard way.

maria, in spite of her own home life being rocky at the time, was always there to grant him a space of peace, a place at a dining room table that he didn't need to be tense over if it would be shoved out of the way for his father to go after him.

she was the only avenue where he felt like he could relax and just be himself - the only person at the time he was comfortable with crying in front of ( he had it quite literally lunched and kicked into him that men don't cry - if he cries, his father vowed to give him something to actually cry over. )

but when one of his 'friends' little break-in plan went to the fuckin' shithole - they broke into a sheriff's fucking house, the motherfucker didn't do his research - and danny was held at gunpoint while the others tried to scatter. leaving him there, alone, to be arrested that night.

the others' were eventually caught, even in spite of danny keeping quiet on who he had been with. he ended up in juvie regardless, for several months.

lesson learned on who he should place loyalty - when not a damned one of them bothered to go see him.

no one except maria, and her mother.

danny was embarrassed for her, having to walk into the building - to have self and bags searched and contents dumped and ripped apart. every single visit ( because she insisted on it, on coming by after school, spending her allotted visitors' time with him. )

she did so without complaint. without negative word, without annoyance at being humiliated time and time again, by officers' who'd let her into the visitors area. he kept telling her she didn't need to. and she kept repeating that she wanted to, and didn't want him to be alone in there.

and its still a mystery to him, how he ever deserved to have someone like her as a friend.

and sometime later, after he had gotten out of juvie, after listening to maria pour her heart out over him - pleaded with him to think of himself and what he wanted for his life, if the people he was around where doing him any good. to please be careful, to not get himself into trouble like he had, where he easily could have been shot and killed - did he finally cut them all off, started to focus on his studies, started to focus on himself - on her and her friendship.

( she showed herself countless times to always be in his corner - and he fuckin' needed to prove that he deserved a place in hers for it. )

if was her study sessions, her gentle encouragement, everything that brought him to the point of graduating - barely, but he made it. and he credits her for being at his side, getting his shit together.

and a last little sweet thing between them.

danny once told her, the august after she graduated ( he's less than two years older ), in his truck, driving out with her on a weekend trip for her birthday, that:

" y'know something? if you and i, we aren't married- i mean, if no one has realized how amazing their lives' would be to have you in it as their wife, by the time we're like. thirty-something or other? i'm going to find you the prettiest ring and propose to you. and i'm going to buy you a nice little house, somewhere where you can grow a garden. where you get to see and experience every season. and i'll bring you home the stray cats i find at work, and the stray dogs too. if anyone is fuckin' stupid enough to let you slide off their radars? you're stuck with me. hope you know that. "

and maria had blinked at him, and then her laughter filled the car, and she replied, beaming,

" i would say yes - in a heartbeat, danny. "

[my-memed-tw-adventures]

So I have 3 twst OCs, 2 that have yet to see the light of day. I figured, after much anxiousness, it's about time I actually put them out there. And if y’all have any questions or anything, feel free to throw them at me. I'm happy to try and talk about them lol

Also here’s the picrew I used because I can’t draw ✌️

My Twst OCs Introduction

Mayumi

My Yuu-sona

90% a self insert

Very Gen Z child

Disney child: grew up watching a lot of Disney, knows all the villains in twst, most songs, and can recite a handful of scenes from heart (her favourite is Lion King, followed by my own favourite: Beauty and the Beast)

Horny: this is actually a defining character trait if you can believe it. She saw Malleus walk out of those bushes one night and now won’t shut up about how hot “the bush man” is and how desperately she wants him. She is also down real bad for Leona but we blame that on his severe lack of man tit coverage and the fact that he growls.

She’s usually in desperate need of grass touching

Decently social, but awkward and anxious

What is sleep

Pretty clingy and easily emotionally attached to things and people

Does not get along with Sebek, especially once the whole her desiring Malleus carnally gets out (typical must fight Sebek for Malleus shit)

Has real bad home sickness and crippling separation anxiety from her family and is prone to 3 am panic attacks about being in this random world with seemingly no way back home and the possibilities of dying without ever seeing them again

Exists in the same universe as @my-multi-fandom-blog’s Yuu-sona. Pray for them cause they have to share a room with Mayumi’s endless horniness

Visual

Tiny human child

She’s 5’2 or 158 cm (don’t even talk to me about height difference with Malleus man 🥲)

She’s has medium length dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and has pretty light skin (the lack of sunshine ain’t helping)

Freckles. Not a lot and they’re light, but they’re there

Doesn’t have much fashion sense. If it’s comfortable, it’s going on. She sometimes dresses in rainbow and Vil hates it

She likes to wear t-shirts or crop tops and pretty short shorts. There is no way her ass could ever pass as a boy when she lands in TW like that

Aziza

Leona’s girlfriend

She is a lioness

She’s not a mage. In fact, she really doesn’t use magic at all

She and Leona are childhood friends (their relationship gives heavy Simba Nala vibes)

She’s not royalty, but grew up in his kingdom. Leona being royalty has had a significant impact on her life

Since Leona refused to tell us how he got his scar in canon, I decided to have fun making shit up. Basically both her and Leona went off somewhere dangerous and almost died at like 11 years old, leading to her getting in massive trouble and getting banned from both the castle and Leona for putting him in danger

Leona’s parents don’t like her. They’re pissed she almost got their son killed

Her parents aren’t on the best terms with her either cause they’re mad she fucked their relationship with the royal family. They still get along decently tho

Leona wasn’t taking that ban shit tho so he decided to start sneaking out of the castle to see Aziza. They then spent all their teenage years being friends in secret and then falling in love. They figured out all their feelings just before Leona left for his first year at NRC and they’ve been dating ever since (still in secret cause their parents would not be happy)

They’re both clingy and nap times are good

Leona is soft around her (especially in private) but don’t ever tell that to him cause he will rip your face off

She wants kids. Like really wants kids. And we know how Leona feels about kids sooo. It’s like the one wedge in their relationship

Visual

Obviously being a lioness she’s got the ears and tail

She’s 5’8 or 173 cm with golden eyes

She’s not much lighter than Leona in skin colour, but her hair is much lighter. It’s brown that borders on blonde and is short, straight, and messy.

She has a pretty big scar on her upper back from the near death experience. It’s worse than Leona’s, but easy to hide under clothing

She also has a tattoo that matches Leona’s, just on her opposite arm. They got them together in a teenage rebellion fit

Ariel Thorn

Jade’s girlfriend (eventually)

She’s newer than the other two so there’s a lot more fleshing out to do with her

She is named after the Little Mermaid Ariel, much to her dislike

Her parents are weird cause they don’t particularly like the great seven/villains and whatever (hence being named after Ariel we don’t ask how they know this information we just accept it). This lead to a bit of a rift in their relationship

She’s a mage who attends the NRC sister school (that I decided is a thing now). She is in Octavinelle

As for her personality, I literally had sat down and just thought “Jade’s perfect girlfriend” and went from there

Essentially she’s Jade… but better. She does Jade better than Jade

She comes off as a sweet and caring person that Jade didn’t think anything of when they met first

Turns out she wants to see the world burn just as much as he does but she’s made it so like no one can read her that way unless she wants them to

Jade never even realized she was hiding anything until she basically outed herself to him as this top tier con not even he saw through. And once she revealed her true colours to him, he was genuinely shocked by her ability to fly under his radar and is immediately invested in her

The two of them don’t actually start dating like normal people, even when it’s fucking obvious they like each other. They know, yet choose to communicate and flirt using mind games instead of talking about their feelings properly

It’s essentially a battle to see who’s gonna cave in first really

She’s only oc with a last name just so she and Jade can aggressively call one another by last name with threatening undertones in a not flirty way at all

She’s touchy. But only with Jade. She’s not super into being touched unless it’s Jade and she will absolutely touch him unnecessarily. Like fixing his tie when there was nothing wrong with it just as an excuse to be close and touch him

Visual

Designed by my friend @my-multi-fandom-blog

She’s 5’5 or 165 cm with orange eyes

She has light skin and chin length, straight red hair

When not in her uniform, she definitely prefers to wear tight and/or revealing clothing

Both her and Jade give me sexy, sleek suit and dress vibes. They simply radiate hot and sexy criminal when they're together

Bonus fact: since Floyd and Riddle end up together in our world, both Leech twins end up with a red head. I just think that’s fun. They certainly have a type

[sadlybeans]

Nelyo

my favourite boi, love of my life, my little baby—

buckle up bc this is quite the ride

pretend i can draw scars

✨first age, post-imprisonment:✨

Either extremely short or shaved hair.

Nearly blind in left eye.

Missing both tips of his ears.

Favours left side when standing for his chronic pains.

Closeted and deep into denial, goes by she/her till the day he dies.

Originally named Russariel/Narwafinda.

if you guessed he’s gil-galad’s parent—

you’re right

long story aside

extremely traumatic ordeal, he and Finno still don’t end up together, Ereinion despises him

Two full heads taller than the average man and sinda, one head taller than the average noldo. no i don’t wanna do the work of putting an actual number to it.

Self harm scars on his fingers. (When he thinks he’s having delusions, he uses the pain to ground himself. As a consequence, doesn’t have much feeling in them.)

Freckles that I couldn’t draw bc the brush was being a bitch.

Sickly white skin.

Patches when hair don’t grow in his scalp.

Very raspy and hoarse voice.

✨first age, Elrond & Elros:✨

Is the only one who knows how to do braids, the twins’ hair never looks decent bc of this (try to do it with a single mangled hand). Káno often just puts their hair in ponytails that never really look good, but the twins refuse to do their hair themselves.

To his death, Elros wore his hair gathered in a ponytail.

All grown up, Elrond wore his braided like Nelyo did it.

Whenever he slept totally still and nearly not breathing, the boys knew he was having nightmares and snuck into his bed.

The twins actually became really loud when in their care, because they noticed Káno and Nelyo becoming anxious in absolute silence.

there were no more little brothers causing mayhem. silence became painful.

Elrond and Elros come out of their care speaking only quenya, with a marked Fëanorian accent, and refuse to speak anything else for years.

the day they left the boys waited deep into the night by the entrance to their refuge.

even after months of hunting food by their own they refused to give up.

eventually Elrond obeyed Nelyo’s orders to go to Gil-Galad.

they were gone.

forever.

Ereinion Gil-Galad still hated Nelyo, he always would. He only took them in because they came from his father’s side of the family, because he thought they were more victims to the House of Fëanor.

Maybe they were, but they still loved their fathers.

Elros Tar-Minyatur never once spoke a single word to him.

Elrond Peredhel only ever did it out of necessity and required politeness towards the king.

✨third age, newly reembodied:✨

Second time’s the charm; right hröa!

Exact same height as before, just a little bulkier.

Fixed relationship with his parents.

Fëanor and Nerdanel were ecstatic to name their firstborn son.

Essentially bullied into accepting that Finno loves him and that he deserves that love.

THEY. FINALLY. MARRY.

bc seriously guys wtf why did it take you three fucking eras

Decent relationship with the extended family.

i mean everyone sort of avoids them so they gotta support each other

ofc this is Nerdanel and her sisters in law’s doing

Became closer with Findo because they have common ground in worrying for Káno.

might or might have not been kicked in the balls beforehand tho

“Shut up Finno, your husband will be fine! I waited millennia for that and it was amazing!”

A few years are spent home, but there’s things to fix and a little brother to find.

There’s already a boat awaiting to sail for Middle Earth one last time.

[the-interplay-of-sex-and-violins]

Transplanting 49 random facts about Kel from Twitter, plus a secret bonus one to make an even 50.

1: We'll start easy. Kelyn's favorite color is red! He doesn't like this (because he suspects it's part of his deeply-repressed Durge Problems), and tries to wear other colors, usually into the pink/purple/blue spectrum. Red still comes up in small places though (like earrings). Once he's cured, though, his favorite color is still red...which he doesn't mind, now, though he still tries not to wear too much of it.

2: Kel knows one spell so well he can do it almost no matter what: a simple disguise self one. He was forced to use it to hide his vitiligo and black hair in his youth, and had it beaten into his head as soon as he could cast it. He purposely refuses to use it now.

3: Kelyn can play several instruments very well, but his preference is strings: first violin, then lute. He CAN play a vazhan-do very well, which was his first instrument; he doesn't like them very much and would rather not.

4: Kelyn genuinely thinks spiders are adorable and is convinced cats are kind of like them, but they don't have enough legs or eyes. He thinks cats look kind of weird, but cute in a strange sort of way. None of his non-drow friends understand this comparison, at all.

5: Kel comes from a minor noble house in Menzoberranzan, Zauvirr, and is the youngest child and second son. He was raised by the second-youngest, Alythara, for the first few years of his life. Both of them fled home about twenty years ago: Kelyn first, and Alythara followed him.

6: Once Kelyn is reminded of his surname, he purposely chooses not to use it and goes without one from then on. (Until some ambiguous time in the future when he may or may not end up taking the name Ancunín...)

7: Kelyn started braiding the left side of his hair after leaving the Underdark and getting separated from Alythara, because it was how she did hers. Once he loses his memory, he doesn't remember why he styles it that way: only that it's important to him that he does.

8: Kel doodles, usually while thinking. Sometimes he actually draws, and it's usually his friends...or whoever is in line of sight and catches his eye. He also tends to hum snippets of songs when he thinks, and he can cast very small spells just by humming.

9: Kel likes to explore all the weird food variety of the surface, but anything mushroom-based is his go-to comfort food. Especially soup. He doesn't have many good memories (or many memories in general) of the Underdark, but that's one of them.

10: Kel speaks Undercommon, Common, Drowic (rarely used), and drow hand sign. Sometimes he and Alythara use Undercommon to talk shit, or hand sign if they want to be REALLY sure they can't be understood. (He's also taught Yurissa both, but she can't do all the signing.)

11: Kel met Yurissa when she was five and couldn't tell him much but her name. She got attached and they stuck together; when the Temple of Bhaal found him, he went with them because it meant he could provide a more stable life for her...at the cost of his sanity and morals.

12: Kel calls Yurissa "'Rissa", "sweetheart", or "ta'ecelle" (which means sunlight). Yurissa just calls him "Kelyn" or "Kel". (Or, when he died, "dad"--once he got better, she started calling him "dad" regularly instead of his name.)

13: Kelyn is 136. His first kill was as a child, in self-defense. By the time he was 16, he was an accomplished assassin, which is how he spent his life until he was around 80 or so and first discovered music, which was the first thing that let him repress the Dark Urge.

14: Kelyn plays music most mornings, in part to keep up practice, but mostly because it helps ground him and clear his head to prepare for the day (and helps repress the Urges). He usually tries to slip off to play so he doesn't bother anyone else.

15: Kel's singing voice is a lovely baritone, but he's a little self-conscious about his singing, unless he has time to mentally prepare himself for it. He used to sing Yurissa to sleep when she was little, despite this.

16: One of Alythara and Kelyn's favorite ways to bond is music: he plays, she either sings or dances. This often turns into a little performance in camp, and Alythara likes to drag anyone else she thinks will tolerate it in; Wyll and Karlach are the best sports about it.

17: Kel has some thalassophobia. He really is afraid of krakens. And the ocean. And deep water in general, like large lakes. It's not debilitating, but he doesn't want anywhere near any of that, ty. He still likes calamari though, possibly out of spite.

18: Kel is a huge masochist with a high pain tolerance...which is one of the many things he forgot, until Abdirak happened. Everyone in the party learned something fun that day, ESPECIALLY Kel.

19: Despite no longer hiding it, Kel's a bit self-conscious about his vitiligo in particular, and gets flustered and uncomfortable when attention is drawn to it. He sometimes gets the same way about his hair, but that's rarer.

20: He really likes striped fabrics and slashed sleeves. Also sparkly things (embellishments or jewelry) and pops of bright color. If it's eye-catching or visually distinct, he probably thinks it's really neat!

21: Bright sunlight still gives him a headache even after almost two decades on the surface and he prefers dim lighting as often as possible. His darkvision is so good he rarely bothers with light, except for especially fine work; he only uses light out of habit for others' sake.

22: Kelyn tends to feel safer being emotionally vulnerable with other men or nonbinary people; he likes women just fine, but is naturally more guarded around them, especially drow women, and needs a little longer to warm up to them. He can't exactly say why, but he can guess.

23: Don't ask Kel about his violin. He will go off on long, rambly tangents about something related to it, which may or may not be coherent. He has Opinions(TM) about many things related to it.

24: Unsurprisingly, his violin is his most precious possession, largely because it's both a symbol and method of being able to (somewhat) control the Urge. He's had the same one ever since he first picked it up; it's amazing he hasn't named the thing, honestly.

25: Kelyn pierced his ears himself on a whim, which is probably why they're aligned a bit oddly. The matched studs are set a bit high in his lobes, and the second piercing on the right (the hoop) is directly below the stud instead of behind it.

26: Kel honestly gets along with everyone in the party really well, and had the most friction with Lae'zel and possibly Astarion (it was hard to tell with them, early on). He has a mild crush on about half of them, bc gay culture is being a little in love with all your friends.

27: Kel tends to subconsciously take on a more dance-like rhythm to his movement when playing in battle, especially if it's a drawn-out spell. He also sometimes dances when he practices if he's really feeling it, though it's rare. He WILL get self-conscious if you point it out.

28: Kel grew up worshipping Lolth because he had no other option, then there was the whole stint with Bhaal, then he gave up on gods for a bit, and Alythara is eventually going to convert him to Eilistraee.

29: Kelyn's favorite flower is daffodils, especially the multicolored varieties. (He also has a fondness for rosemary and bergamot now, thanks to someone.)

30: Kelyn genuinely doesn't think much of his own looks: he knows he's charming, but he thinks it's just charisma, personality, and a certain degree of flashiness and novelty as a surface drow.

31: Kelyn spent his first few years out of the Underdark surrounding himself with art and aggressively doing good whenever possible, as a way to atone for and repress the Urge. Then he met Yurissa, and moved to Baldur's Gate shortly after.

32: Kel stopped playing violin as much once he joined the Temple of Bhaal; he still did, but not as often. Orin hated it, and threw his violin out with him, then got rid of all his other art in his room in the Temple.

33: Kelyn likes caverns and finds them comforting, but strongly dislikes being too tightly enclosed in a small space, and doesn't know why. (It's residual memory from being locked in the mindflayer pod.)

34: His favorite season is spring, because of the new colors, and he likes autumn for similar reasons. The seasons are one of his favorite parts of the surface, actually; seasons in the Underdark don't differ the same way they do on the surface and are more consistent.

35: Kel prefers to be the big spoon. He actually tends to default to being the nurturing, caring one in any relationship; the exception is Alythara, bc SHE tends to forcibly take on the nurturing role between them, bc she’s the big sister and that’s her job.

36: Kelyn has a soft spot for young tiefling girls (but also just tiefling kids in general); he particularly liked Mol when they met. He’s unsure where this came from: it’s from Yurissa, and him associating tieflings with his daughter (and Mol in particular is a lot like her).

37: His fondness for tieflings is also in part from having a shared experience as part of a race associated with evil and sometimes getting an unfair rap from others for it. He’s likewise drawn to others in similar circumstances.

38: Kelyn makes a point to practice The Weeping Dawn every now and then. He's not really comfortable performing it, but he wants to make sure it's not forgotten--even if the only person who remembers it is him. Eventually he'll write it down so it can outlive him.

39: Kel really likes blades, just, in general. (It's fun when Astarion realizes how thoroughly he can distract him just by idly flipping a blade around. Then he starts doing it on purpose to cause problems.)

40: Kelyn's hoop earring is a gift from Yurissa for his birthday one year, which she picked out and had enchanted with Gortash's help. Before then, he just wore a plain hoop there.

41: Kelyn pierces Astarion's ears for him shortly after they arrive at Baldur's Gate, as part of everyone generally splurging and sprucing up their gear after wading through several kinds of hell in it.

42: He does in fact canonically wear the fuck-me heels I draw him in, and yes, he can run, climb, sneak, and generally adventure in them. That alone should terrify you. (He's 5'5" without the heels, which actually doesn't bother him any.)

43: Kel has an encyclopedic and frankly alarming knowledge of poisons and the making thereof. Mostly he knows about poisons based on materials you'd find in the Underdark, but he also knows a lot about surface ones. Fortunately, he also knows how to counteract most of them.

44: Kel's complexion is naturally freckled, but he's gotten more freckly since coming to the surface, especially on his cheeks and shoulders. He's only ever sunburned on his vitiligo patches, though (since they're more sensitive to that), and he DOES NOT want to repeat it.

45: Despite liking bright colors, Kelyn tends to wear shades of grey, black, and white, preferring to use a highlight color or something else eye-catching on himself, instead of a lot of color at once. Usually.

46: Kelyn is bi, and despite his trouble trusting women as readily as other people, he genuinely doesn't have much preference in actual attraction, at least as far as gender goes. He does tend to be into women who intimidate him somehow, though, which he has mixed feelings about.

47: Kel genuinely thinks puns are hilarious, despite all evidence to the contrary. He's usually well-behaved about it...unless he's in a mood. Definitely NEVER show weakness and let him know if you hate them. (Astarion has threatened to kill him no less than four times over it.)

48: Kelyn likes being marked up, which is probably why he only heals Astarion's bites just enough so they stop bleeding, but still have a visible mark (until it fades naturally). He'd say it's just because they don't NEED a more thorough healing, and he's a godsdamned liar.

49: Kelyn does make a point to learn Lesser Restoration from Alythara, roundabout when they enter the shadow-cursed lands and Astarion can't really hunt anymore, entirely so he can be Astarion's sole source of blood without risking actual harm to himself.

50: Kelyn likes jewelry in general, and aside from his earrings, is often also wearing his choker, multiple rings, possibly multiple necklaces, and multiple bracelets if his wardrobe allows. He does keep kicking around the idea of piercing his ears again, or maybe something else, but hasn't committed yet.

[dfroza]

This Gemstone is named "BC Ocean Picture Stone" It is a combination of blue Chalcedony, white chalcedony, silicate serpentine and limonite. Found in only one pit in the whole world. And I own the mineral rights.

•

what’s inside your heart? what do you treasure there?

is it connected with this temporal world that is passing away, or with a heavenly world?

what are we as humans trying to accomplish on earth? in the midst of our need to survive which takes much of our time, yet we’re each marked with a death sentence.

we certainly need hope that holds much more power than anything we have here in human achievement.

but life doesn’t actually end with this world. the eternal spirit carried by a physical body lives on, and we have our Creator’s promise of A new body that will never die for those who have the eternal Son

people are here on earth telling so many stories, in the written word and by playing (acting) them out on screens to draw the attention of other people. some of these stories can inspire for the better, and some go against the truth of our Creator in a way that leads people astray.

Are you guarding your heart and your ears and eyes in a way that sees through baptism eyes, filtered by grace? do you see rebirth as the most significant thing on earth?

all that we see, in nature and in the human body suffers from the curse. an ancient curse marked by sin and death. and yet, we know healing is coming to the body and to earth. we live in a first body and upon a first earth that is greatly polluted, and both of these need to be made new in A grand end of time.

and for some who are still alive in a body at the timing of (A secret elopement) our bodies will be changed to immortality without experiencing death.

the exact timing of this is not far off and it is a heavenly marriage (A protected space) followed by a return to earth with our King who will rule from Jerusalem where He was once rejected by men, falsely accused and sentenced to death. yet, it was actually a willing act of laying down His life in spiritual death to take our place so that we don’t have to separated from eternal Love and Family

but we still have to “believe…” in the True story of the eternal tapestry and be reborn as daughters & sons of Light

people on earth are naturally connected as family through their bloodlines, but not all families treat each other in a caring way. some are even enemies. it can be quite difficult for some people to get along. such contention exists in nature as well. the world can be quite the opposite of peace.

there is an innate sense to want to protect your own, which can relate to a family or a tribe, to a community or a nation.

we all know that danger exists in this world. and even this is part of the curse. a curse that doesn’t exist in Heaven. and there is no fear in Love, no fear of heavenly Judgment. grace actually makes us pure in heart, fully cleansed. but it still matters how we choose to act in response to this. people are tempted in many different ways and some do things that are evidently wrong. but there are other things that culture and even law claims as acceptable, yet still may be against God’s revealed truth in the Scriptures.

we can share these things even though some refuse to listen. we live in a world that isn’t our Home and everyone is choosing for themselves what to believe and who to be. but we all must face the eternal at some point.

Love is creating A new Family of reborn sons & daughters of our heavenly Father and this includes the significance of Israel since we become “Jewish” in heart by being ingrafted into the same living Vine

this world has experienced a hatred of Jews in its tragic History and there is an underlying evil and hatred of God behind this. just as we see persecution of Christians ever since the formation of the Church Body that began by the Spirit in Jerusalem and continues to this day.

faith takes bravery in this world, to be sure. and it requires patience and kindness and forgiveness. and a trust that all things will be made right. eventually.

we’re required to seek and find our treasure.

[torahtantra]

41. Parsha Pinchas. "The Oracle." From Numbers 25:10-30:1.

Pinchas AKA Phineas means "the brass mouth".

*Brass* is the most reflective surface mentioned in the Torah, one in which man can face himself. The mouth that speaks the truth is pinchas, the brass mouth one we want to listen to because it bring salvation to the self.

Recall from Parsha Balak, to whom to listen was an issue:

In the middle of the Big Sojourn from Egypt, after Moses told the Column of Israel it was time to visualize the future, a civilization called Canaan, a place of vineyards, orchards and plenty to go around, the people refuse, and are besieged by strife.

The Spear of Government enters the picture and forces the issue. Civilization and the Fruits of its Actions, yes, strife and "talkers" no. God's anger at the Israelites over their lack of conviction about this mounts but resolves itself as this Parsha begins:

The Lord said to Moses, 

11 “Phinehas "the oracle" son of Eleazar "God has helped", the son of Aaron, the priest, has turned my anger away from the Israelites. Since he was as zealous for my honor among them as I am, I did not put an end to them in my zeal. 12 Therefore tell him I am making my covenant of peace with him. 13 He and his descendants will have a covenant of a lasting priesthood, because he was zealous for the honor of his God and made atonement for the Israelites.”

14 The name of the Israelite who was killed with the Midianite woman was Zimri "musician, song of Yah" son of Salu "maker of highways" , the leader of a Simeonite "law abiding" family. 15 And the name of the Midianite woman who was put to death was Kozbi "a liar" daughter of Zur, "rock" a tribal chief of a Midianite "cavilers" family.

16 The Lord said to Moses, 17 “Treat the Midianites as enemies and kill them. 18 They treated you as enemies when they deceived you in the Peor "dirty hole" incident involving their sister Kozbi, the daughter of a Midianite leader, the woman who was killed when the plague came as a result of that incident.”

-> When you have intercourse in the dirty hole with lying bitch and make a crying, shitty baby, God, He getteth angry.

Ears get dirty too...the liar, the daughter of a complainer, sullied the ears of a song maker, an Israelite and both were cast out. No sing along songs with lies in their verses, please.

The Oracle showed up and explained how killing liars and the lying cunts they schcrew with is essential if the future is to be born pristine, a reflection of the past from which it came.

The Second Census

26 After the plague the Lord said to Moses and Eleazar son of Aaron, the priest, 2 “Take a census of the whole Israelite community by families—all those twenty years old or more who are able to serve in the army of Israel.” 3 So on the plains of Moab by the Jordan across from Jericho, Moses and Eleazar the priest spoke with them and said, 4 “Take a census of the men twenty years old or more, as the Lord commanded Moses.”

-> I think these are the Traits associated with the First Two Commandments and or the first Two Days. The Rabbi from the Chabad.org essay says 20 years of age are the minimum for the Age of Reason, and this corresponds with both, but read the actual definitions before drawing conclusions:

These were the Israelites who came out of Egypt:

5 The descendants of Reuben the Leader, the firstborn son of Israel, were:

through Hanok, "inauguration."  the Hanokite clan;

through Pallu, "distinguished."  the Palluite clan;

6 through Hezron, "village" the Hezronite clan;

through Karmi, "the vineyard." the Karmite clan.

7 These were the clans of Reuben; those numbered were 43,730.

There are 12 Second Generations of Israel, according to the Torah and 12 more Root Tantras associated with the end of the Sojourn into Canaan:

"Distinguished leaders alone should be inaugurated. Those that cluster men together in villages like grapes in the vineyard by telling the truth. They exalt God the Most High and follow the Decrees [instead of worshipping liars as if they were gods.] "

8 The son of Pallu "distinguished" was Eliab "God is my father", 9 and the sons of Eliab were Nemuel* "God is with us", Dathan "decree, or a well" and Abiram "father of loftiness" .

The same Dathan and Abiram were the community officials who rebelled against Moses and Aaron and were among Korah’s followers when they rebelled against the Lord. 10 The earth opened its mouth and swallowed them along with Korah "to make bald, to mark", whose followers died when the fire devoured the 250 men. And they served as a warning sign. 11 The line of Korah, however, did not die out.

->The earth swallowing the rebels means time passed and left bodies in its wake, but history, unchanged, went on to become an era, one that did not look promising because of strife so the government used "a spear" and cut it off in it tracks.

What happens in an era must be clearly ascertained at all times, sans religion, politics, any kind of dogma. Should strife surface, any kind of proposed agitation from within politics or the polity, the government, so the Torah says needs to resort to its Principals and shut it down at once.

Rebellious Community Officials, the Torah says, are not to be tolerated.

*Probably a form of immanuel.

12 The descendants of Simeon "law abiding" by their clans were:

through Nemuel, "Day of God." the Nemuelite clan;

through Jamin "the Right Hand in the Southern Direction." , the Jaminite clan;

through Jakin "He will establish, give certainty", the Jakinite clan;

13 through Zerah "rising dawn", the Zerahite clan;

through Shaul "asked for" , the Shaulite clan.

14 These were the clans of Simeon; those numbered were 22,200.

"The descendants of Law abiding citizens give certainty as the Right Hand of God, they are what God asked for."

15 The descendants of Gad "exposed treasure" by their clans were:

through Zephon, "Lord of the Hidden Things, Lord of the North." the Zephonite clan;

through Haggi, "festival." the Haggite clan;

through Shuni, "of the tooth" the Shunite clan;

16 through Ozni, "He gives my ear" the Oznite clan;

through Eri, "concentrated on yah" the Erite clan;

17 through Arodi,[a] "fugitive, wild ass" the Arodite clan;

through Areli, "gathered by God" the Arelite clan.

18 These were the clans of Gad; those numbered were 40,500.

"They expose the future not through divination (as with Balak) but by listening to the Speaker, who gives my ear, a fugitive, all the knowledge God has given us in the past."

19 Er "a city, aroused" and Onan "vigor, from trouble" were sons of Judah "praise", but they died in Canaan.

20 The descendants of Judah by their clans were:

through Shelah "Peace" , the Shelanite clan;

through Perez "the breakthrough", the Perezite clan;

through Zerah "the dawn" , the Zerahite clan.

21 The descendants of Perez were:

through Hezron "the cluster, the village", the Hezronite clan;

through Hamul "anger of God", the Hamulite clan.

22 These were the clans of Judah; those numbered were 76,500.

23 The descendants of Issachar dedicated" by their clans were:

through Tola "scarlet thread" , the Tolaite clan;

through Puah "splendid", the Puite[b] clan;

24 through Jashub "he will return", the Jashubite clan;

through Shimron "the Gaurdian" , the Shimronite clan.

25 These were the clans of Issachar; those numbered were 64,300.

26 The descendants of Zebulun "Village of honor" by their clans were:

through Sered "vat for dying" , the Seredite clan;

through Elon "oak tree", the Elonite clan;

through Jahleel "God waits", the Jahleelite clan.

27 These were the clans of Zebulun; those numbered were 60,500.

28 The descendants of Joseph "Fruitful" by their clans through Manasseh "to reform" and Ephraim "most fruitful" were:

29 The descendants of Manasseh:

Through Makir "to know" , the Makirite clan (Makir was the father of Gilead);

through Gilead "testimony stones", the Gileadite clan.

30 These were the descendants of Gilead:

through Iezer* "island of hope" , the Iezerite clan;

*from Jezer since "lezer" is not a real word in Hebrew.

through Helek, "portion, smoothness" the Helekite clan;

31 through Asriel "God has filled with Joy" , the Asrielite clan;

through Shechem, "having a sense of responsibility" the Shechemite clan;

32 through Shemida "Knowledge of the Name." , the Shemidaite clan;

through Hepher "shame", the Hepherite clan.

33 (Zelophehad "shadow of fear" son of Hepher had no sons; he had only daughters, whose names were Mahlah "disease" , Noah "respite, from violence", Hoglah "partridge", Milkah "of counsel" and Tirzah "Goodwill".)

34 These were the clans of Manasseh; those numbered were 52,700.

35 These were the descendants of Ephraim by their clans:

through Shuthelah "brought low before Yah", the Shuthelahite clan;

through Beker, "camel calf" the Bekerite clan;

through Tahan "encampment", the Tahanite clan.

36 These were the descendants of Shuthelah:

through Eran "focused", the Eranite clan.

37 These were the clans of Ephraim; those numbered were 32,500.

These were the descendants of Joseph by their clans.

38 The descendants of Benjamin by their clans were:

through Bela "bala, the swallowing" , the Belaite clan;

through Ashbel "firelord", the Ashbelite clan;

through Ahiram "brother of height, of the loft", the Ahiramite clan;

39 through Shupham,[c] "burrowing snake" "ruff!"the Shuphamite clan;

through Hupham, "canopy" the Huphamite clan.

40 The descendants of Bela through Ard and Naaman were:

through Ard,[d] "to flee" the Ardite clan;

through Naaman, "pleasantness" the Naamite clan.

41 These were the clans of Benjamin "Right Hand" ; those numbered were 45,600.

42 These were the descendants of Dan "the Judge" by their clans:

through Shuham,  "to be humbled" the Shuhamite clan.

These were the clans of Dan: 43 All of them were Shuhamite clans; and those numbered were 64,400.

44 The descendants of Asher "happiness"  by their clans were:

through Imnah "right side of prosperity", the Imnite clan;

through Ishvi, "man of Yah" the Ishvite clan;

through Beriah "son of evil", the Beriite clan;

45 and through the descendants of Beriah:

through Heber, "a binding spell" the Heberite clan;

through Malkiel "God is my King" , the Malkielite clan.

46 (Asher had a daughter named Serah "Princess Senate".)

47 These were the clans of Asher; those numbered were 53,400.

48 The descendants of Naphtali "the struggler" by their clans were:

through Jahzeel "the will of God", the Jahzeelite clan;

through Guni, "to color" the Gunite clan;

49 through Jezer "Island of hope" , the Jezerite clan;

through Shillem, "recompense" the Shillemite clan.

50 These were the clans of Naphtali; those numbered were 45,400.

="Happiness, the right kind is the result of struggle with dark principals. Sons of Yah fight the sons of evil with these binding spells (the torah tantras) from within government that recognizes God is God and His Will is the creation of an Island of Hope where all men are of one color. This belief pays dividends to everyone."

51 The total number of the men of Israel was 601,730.

52 The Lord said to Moses, 53 “The land is to be allotted to them as an inheritance based on the number of names. 54 To a larger group give a larger inheritance, and to a smaller group a smaller one; each is to receive its inheritance according to the number of those listed. 

55 Be sure that the land is distributed by lot. What each group inherits will be according to the names for its ancestral tribe. 56 Each inheritance is to be distributed by lot among the larger and smaller groups.”

57 These were the Levites who were counted by their clans:

through Gershon "to drive out", the Gershonite clan;

through Kohath "to obey", the Kohathite clan;

through Merari "rebellious" , the Merarite clan.

58 These also were Levite clans:

the Libnite "pure white" clan,

the Hebronite "place of joining" clan,

the Mahlite "piercing song" clan,

the Mushite "touchy, to search for by touch" clan,

the Korahite "to be near God" clan.

"Kore= to be near, ah= brother"

="Unity is achieved when the rebellious pieces of shit are driven out. The desire to know and respect the Law and all laws that join men together with God is the purest of callings."

(Kohath "to obey" was the forefather of Amram "enthralled"; 59 the name of Amram’s wife was Jochebed "Yah is impressive", a descendant of Levi, who was born to the Levites[e] in Egypt. To Amram she bore Aaron, Moses and their sister Miriam. 60 Aaron was the father of Nadab "to donate" and Abihu "Father's house" Eleazar "God is my help" and Ithamar "palm tree coast". 61 But Nadab and Abihu died when they made an offering before the Lord with unauthorized fire.)

="Enthrallment with all Yah has made should inspire obedience. To be enamored of creation and its provisions is the remedy to slavery to want, to the god of Egypt"

62 All the male Levites a month old or more numbered 23,000. They were not counted along with the other Israelites because they received no inheritance among them.

=Men good, women bad.

63 These are the ones counted by Moses and Eleazar the priest when they counted the Israelites on the plains of Moab "strife" by the Jordan "the descendant" across from Jericho "fragrant place". 64 Not one of them was among those counted by Moses and Aaron the priest when they counted the Israelites in the Desert of Sinai "I brought you to me". 65 For the Lord had told those Israelites they would surely die in the wilderness, and not one of them was left except Caleb "faithful" son of Jephunneh "Beholds" and Joshua " deliverer" son of Nun "faith".

="To behold God, the source of all happiness, is all the help one needs."

Zelophehad’s Daughters

27 The daughters of Zelophehad "ruptures fear" son of Hepher "dig, shame", the son of Gilead "testimony stones" , the son of Makir "to know", the son of Manasseh, belonged to the clans of Manasseh son of Joseph. Whose daughters names were Mahlah "disease" , Noah "respite, from violence", Hoglah "partridge", Milkah "queen of counsel" and Tirzah "Goodwill"

= "The Ephod, the imprint of the Principals upon the current generation by those of the past ruptures fear and digs out the shame, reveals it and allows us to put it behind us. The call of goodwill ends the diseases, provides respite from violence."

They came forward 2 and stood before Moses, Eleazar the priest, the leaders and the whole assembly at the entrance to the tent of meeting and said, 3 “Our father died in the wilderness. He was not among Korah’s "bald, frosty, without intelligence" followers, who banded together against the Lord, but he died for his own sin and left no sons. 4 Why should our father’s name disappear from his clan because he had no son? Give us property among our father’s relatives.”

5 So Moses brought their case before the Lord, 6 and the Lord said to him, 7 “What Zelophehad’s daughters are saying is right. You must certainly give them property as an inheritance among their father’s relatives and give their father’s inheritance to them.

="You may not leave a land that is war torn and in a state of upheaval to future generations to figure out."

8 “Say to the Israelites, ‘If a man dies and leaves no son, give his inheritance to his daughter. 9 If he has no daughter, give his inheritance to his brothers. 10 If he has no brothers, give his inheritance to his father’s brothers. 11 If his father had no brothers, give his inheritance to the nearest relative in his clan, that he may possess it. This is to have the force of law for the Israelites, as the Lord commanded Moses.’”

=see my notes below on how to interpret the Offerings.

Joshua to Succeed Moses

12 Then the Lord said to Moses, “Go up this mountain in the Abarim "across the Jordan" Range and see the land I have given the Israelites. 13 After you have seen it, you too will be gathered to your people, as your brother Aaron was, 14 for when the community rebelled at the waters in the Desert of Zin "thorns, dry place", both of you disobeyed my command to honor me as holy before their eyes.” (These were the waters of Meribah Kadesh "Holy place of strife, in the Desert of Zin.)

=We must leave whatever it is that causes strife on our world behind. We have to "cross the Jordan" into Canaan, an era where the Principals named in the Censes rule the land.

This is not an option. We are indentured to this by the Maker of Heaven and Earth, their Owner and Supreme Governor.

15 Moses said to the Lord, 

16 “May the Lord, the God who gives breath to all living things, appoint someone over this community 17 to go out and come in before them, one who will lead them out and bring them in, so the Lord’s people will not be like sheep without a shepherd.”

18 So the Lord said to Moses, “Take Joshua son of Nun, a man in whom is the spirit of leadership,[f] and lay your hand on him. 19 Have him stand before Eleazar the priest and the entire assembly and commission him in their presence. 20 Give him some of your authority so the whole Israelite community will obey him. 21 He is to stand before Eleazar the priest, who will obtain decisions for him by inquiring of the Urim "the Fire" before the Lord. At his command he and the entire community of the Israelites will go out, and at his command they will come in.”

22 Moses did as the Lord commanded him. He took Joshua and had him stand before Eleazar the priest and the whole assembly. 23 Then he laid his hands on him and commissioned him, as the Lord instructed through Moses.

Daily Offerings

Epahs are "glooms" or sins that are diametrically opposite the Commandments. All sin comes from sins against the First Commandment. The following says if you offer a hin "a little Grace" in response to an ephah, things turn out all right.

Food = what you read, study, learn, the substance that is eked from the company you keep. If you eat a nasty creep or a freak, for example you simply won't eke.

Grains= raw ideas, swear words, lies, "inedible, not digestible."

Flour + oil= words, books, sciences, arts, creations that come from civilized persons and institutions. These we are indeed to consume.

Aromas= thoughts, words, deeds that honor the Decrees.

Olives= grown like libraries and schools and governments only by secure, stable and civilized persons.

Fermented Drinks= wine, also the product of civilization. Any jackass can squeeze a grape. The process of fermentation and serving the juice in a glass, from a bottle, both of which are sitting on a table around which sit your family, friends and guests is the culmination of the work of a firmly fluent and prosperous host.

Lambs are idiots, but willing to go with the flow.

Bulls are persons possessed of the personalities of toddlers.

Rams are arrogant, stubborn, egoistic.

Goats are hairy lads that have finally grown up. When we sacrifice a goat, or any animal for that matter we are putting him to work, applying effort equivalent to those listed in the Torah Tantras.

Days and nights: today vaults yesterday from tomorrow and don't you forget it. History lasts but a day, and if it wasn't a good one, then that day must come to an end and never repeat itself.

= "Boys are like Kleenexes. A fresh one should come out of the box every time."

Tenths: any kind of tenth refers to one or more of the Decrees. Two tenths = the Second Commandment. Three Tenths= the Third, etc.

Days, months numbers of animals by species: It's too complicated to create every set here but if you are so moved, all you have to do is look at the Day of the Week, which is a stage of evolution between troubling or unformed moments in life and their resolution in some newly enlightened place in life.

Take each scenario and recipe and decode according to the key I have provided and you will see the different ways the Torah can be used to put an end to all those bleak yesterdays.

ex. Food offerings are teachings that feed the intellect. A pleasing one would be a language class instead of a comic book. Two lambs a year old are two perfect days spent offering Grace (hin) instead of strife to repair some damage done by violating a Commandment, something called an Ephah and bringing upset to another person.

Contemplate the wrongs, ask the person out for food or a cocktail, bring yourself back into their graces and this will achieve Sinai, "unity with God".

Sometimes sins are cooked up, others are burnt or washed away, there are sacrifices of ignorance in exchange for incense, each offering places different evolutionary pressures on self and society in order to get them to comply with the expectations named in the Torah.

28 The Lord said to Moses, 2 “Give this command to the Israelites and say to them: ‘Make sure that you present to me at the appointed time my food offerings, as an aroma pleasing to me.’ 3 Say to them: ‘This is the food offering you are to present to the Lord: two lambs a year old without defect, as a regular burnt offering each day. 4 Offer one lamb in the morning and the other at twilight, 5 together with a grain offering of a tenth of an ephah[g] of the finest flour mixed with a quarter of a hin[h] of oil from pressed olives. 6 This is the regular burnt offering instituted at Mount Sinai as a pleasing aroma, a food offering presented to the Lord. 

7 The accompanying drink offering is to be a quarter of a hin of fermented drink with each lamb. Pour out the drink offering to the Lord at the sanctuary. 8 Offer the second lamb at twilight, along with the same kind of grain offering and drink offering that you offer in the morning. This is a food offering, an aroma pleasing to the Lord.

Sabbath Offerings

9 “‘On the Sabbath day, make an offering of two lambs a year old without defect, together with its drink offering and a grain offering of two-tenths of an ephah[i] of the finest flour mixed with olive oil. 10 This is the burnt offering for every Sabbath, in addition to the regular burnt offering and its drink offering.

Monthly Offerings

11 “‘On the first of every month, present to the Lord a burnt offering of two young bulls, one ram and seven male lambs a year old, all without defect. 12 With each bull there is to be a grain offering of three-tenths of an ephah[j] of the finest flour mixed with oil; with the ram, a grain offering of two-tenths of an ephah of the finest flour mixed with oil; 13 and with each lamb, a grain offering of a tenth of an ephah of the finest flour mixed with oil. This is for a burnt offering, a pleasing aroma, a food offering presented to the Lord. 14 With each bull there is to be a drink offering of half a hin[k] of wine; with the ram, a third of a hin[l]; and with each lamb, a quarter of a hin. This is the monthly burnt offering to be made at each new moon during the year. 15 Besides the regular burnt offering with its drink offering, one male goat is to be presented to the Lord as a sin offering.[m]

The Passover

16 “‘On the fourteenth day of the first month the Lord’s Passover is to be held. 17 On the fifteenth day of this month there is to be a festival; for seven days eat bread made without yeast. 18 On the first day hold a sacred assembly and do no regular work. 19 Present to the Lord a food offering consisting of a burnt offering of two young bulls, one ram and seven male lambs a year old, all without defect. 20 With each bull offer a grain offering of three-tenths of an ephah of the finest flour mixed with oil; with the ram, two-tenths; 21 and with each of the seven lambs, one-tenth. 22 Include one male goat as a sin offering to make atonement for you. 23 Offer these in addition to the regular morning burnt offering. 24 In this way present the food offering every day for seven days as an aroma pleasing to the Lord; it is to be offered in addition to the regular burnt offering and its drink offering. 25 On the seventh day hold a sacred assembly and do no regular work.

The Festival of Weeks

26 “‘On the day of firstfruits, when you present to the Lord an offering of new grain during the Festival of Weeks, hold a sacred assembly and do no regular work. 27 Present a burnt offering of two young bulls, one ram and seven male lambs a year old as an aroma pleasing to the Lord. 28 With each bull there is to be a grain offering of three-tenths of an ephah of the finest flour mixed with oil; with the ram, two-tenths; 29 and with each of the seven lambs, one-tenth. 30 Include one male goat to make atonement for you. 31 Offer these together with their drink offerings, in addition to the regular burnt offering and its grain offering. Be sure the animals are without defect.

The Festival of Trumpets

29 “‘On the first day of the seventh month hold a sacred assembly and do no regular work. It is a day for you to sound the trumpets. 2 As an aroma pleasing to the Lord, offer a burnt offering of one young bull, one ram and seven male lambs a year old, all without defect. 3 With the bull offer a grain offering of three-tenths of an ephah[n] of the finest flour mixed with olive oil; with the ram, two-tenths[o]; 4 and with each of the seven lambs, one-tenth.[p] 5 Include one male goat as a sin offering[q] to make atonement for you. 6 These are in addition to the monthly and daily burnt offerings with their grain offerings and drink offerings as specified. They are food offerings presented to the Lord, a pleasing aroma.

The Day of Atonement

7 “‘On the tenth day of this seventh month hold a sacred assembly. You must deny yourselves[r] and do no work. 8 Present as an aroma pleasing to the Lord a burnt offering of one young bull, one ram and seven male lambs a year old, all without defect. 9 With the bull offer a grain offering of three-tenths of an ephah of the finest flour mixed with oil; with the ram, two-tenths; 10 and with each of the seven lambs, one-tenth. 11 Include one male goat as a sin offering, in addition to the sin offering for atonement and the regular burnt offering with its grain offering, and their drink offerings.

The Festival of Tabernacles

12 “‘On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, hold a sacred assembly and do no regular work. Celebrate a festival to the Lord for seven days. 13 Present as an aroma pleasing to the Lord a food offering consisting of a burnt offering of thirteen young bulls, two rams and fourteen male lambs a year old, all without defect. 14 With each of the thirteen bulls offer a grain offering of three-tenths of an ephah of the finest flour mixed with oil; with each of the two rams, two-tenths; 15 and with each of the fourteen lambs, one-tenth. 16 Include one male goat as a sin offering, in addition to the regular burnt offering with its grain offering and drink offering.

17 “‘On the second day offer twelve young bulls, two rams and fourteen male lambs a year old, all without defect. 18 With the bulls, rams and lambs, offer their grain offerings and drink offerings according to the number specified. 19 Include one male goat as a sin offering, in addition to the regular burnt offering with its grain offering, and their drink offerings.

20 “‘On the third day offer eleven bulls, two rams and fourteen male lambs a year old, all without defect. 21 With the bulls, rams and lambs, offer their grain offerings and drink offerings according to the number specified. 22 Include one male goat as a sin offering, in addition to the regular burnt offering with its grain offering and drink offering.

23 “‘On the fourth day offer ten bulls, two rams and fourteen male lambs a year old, all without defect. 24 With the bulls, rams and lambs, offer their grain offerings and drink offerings according to the number specified. 25 Include one male goat as a sin offering, in addition to the regular burnt offering with its grain offering and drink offering.

26 “‘On the fifth day offer nine bulls, two rams and fourteen male lambs a year old, all without defect. 27 With the bulls, rams and lambs, offer their grain offerings and drink offerings according to the number specified. 28 Include one male goat as a sin offering, in addition to the regular burnt offering with its grain offering and drink offering.

29 “‘On the sixth day offer eight bulls, two rams and fourteen male lambs a year old, all without defect. 30 With the bulls, rams and lambs, offer their grain offerings and drink offerings according to the number specified. 31 Include one male goat as a sin offering, in addition to the regular burnt offering with its grain offering and drink offering.

32 “‘On the seventh day offer seven bulls, two rams and fourteen male lambs a year old, all without defect. 33 With the bulls, rams and lambs, offer their grain offerings and drink offerings according to the number specified. 34 Include one male goat as a sin offering, in addition to the regular burnt offering with its grain offering and drink offering.

35 “‘On the eighth day hold a closing special assembly and do no regular work. 36 Present as an aroma pleasing to the Lord a food offering consisting of a burnt offering of one bull, one ram and seven male lambs a year old, all without defect. 37 With the bull, the ram and the lambs, offer their grain offerings and drink offerings according to the number specified. 38 Include one male goat as a sin offering, in addition to the regular burnt offering with its grain offering and drink offering.

39 “‘In addition to what you vow and your freewill offerings, offer these to the Lord at your appointed festivals: your burnt offerings, grain offerings, drink offerings and fellowship offerings.’”

40 Moses told the Israelites all that the Lord commanded him.[s]

Vows

30 [t]Moses said to the heads of the tribes of Israel: “This is what the Lord commands."

Thus ends Parsha Pinchas, "the Oracle" numbered 41 of 54 contained in the Holy Torah.

*Mentions of brass in the Torah also certainly date it past 250 BCE. Brass, unfortunately, was mainstreamed by Rome and used to make those spiffy helmets the boys all liked to wear after they volunteered for the Legion.