#frosty saucer

[memoriesofthepark]

A whole lotta Lichens!

Frosty saucer 》 Ochrolechia africana (centered in 2nd image, left in 4th image)

Bloodstain lichen 》 genus Haematomma (centered in 3rd image, right in 4th)

Candle flame lichen 》 Candelaria concolor (6th image, left in 10th)

Rosette lichens 》 genus Physcia (10th image)

Golden eye lichen 》 Teloschistes chrysophthalmus (9th and 10th images)

What may be Common button lichen 》 Buellia erubescens (7th image, there were a lot of similar species)

and as a bonus, some cute little jelly ears 》 Auricularia angiospermarum (10th image)

The flooding in Texas right now is honestly scary. My campus and most others in our network have been and will be shutdown for days. I just hope we can get thru finals next week. The shop I work at half-flooded (and now smells so bad). And my car has taken on water, soggy floorboards, signs of electrical damage, and the engine won't run for more than about 45 seconds. If you have loved ones down here, reach out to them, we've got several more days of rain ahead of us.

And a happy belated Beltane to those who celebrate. 💚🍄🌱🌤🌿🔥🍃

Southeast Texas, 29 April 2024

[twentyfourfirst-sims]

Advent Calendar 2023 — Day 4 — Frosty

An advent calendar in February? Why not! 🎄 From 6 February to 17 February, I'll be releasing a new gift set for your Sims 2 game every day! 🤍

Welcome to Day 4! Today's gift is Frosty, which features the cutest cup of cocoa you ever did see!

Be sure to visit tomorrow for your next gift! ˖˟ ⸜₍⁽ˊ꒳ˋ⁾₎⸝ ˟˖

4t2 SNOWMAN HOT COCOA — Catalog: Decorative > Sculptures — Price: §12 — Original mesh: kkb* — 2 subsets: cup + saucer — Colours: all original 16 colours (8 cup + 8 saucer) — Polycount: 1.6K

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DETAILS — The cocoa is base-game compatible, has been enabled for quarter-tile placement, and is placeable on Open For Business (OFB) shelves. — Fixed: I wrote my own in-game description for the cocoa, since the TS4 version sadly didn't have one, and added a shadow! ◕ ◡ ◕ — Asterisk (*): just as a head's up, the original TS4 download post has an AdFly link. — Everything has been compressed; merged files are included.

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Burgess Observer Issue 5

News!

MAIN HEADLINE:

Hathway wins election by a landslide!

Yes,it's true he won the Presidential elections by a landslide because a landslide blocked his opponents road out of his house and caused him to miss most of the last campaigns which were decisive as he had a lead.But without appearing to address several key states he had a decisive defeat and lost by a mere 0,1 percent of voters!Hathway is a relatively unknown candidate and was at a disadvantage to win,then again he was not known for anything bad either….

Pages 1-6

Local News!

GIANT MIRACLE!

Last night somebody(or somebodies)built an intricate 18 foot snowman of Paul Bunyan.As part of the Burgess snowman competition it won first place by a landslide!But no one has come forth as to who have built it,whoever did it must have done quite some work on this Ice giant as it is very detailed and looks life-like and is well…gigantic with the ice being practically melded together as if by magic.Whoever you are we all would like to thank you(and your team)for this not only is it the biggest snowman made in the county,but it also caused a rapid increase in tourist and sight-seekers visiting.

Pages 7-8

Other headlines

Meteor Mystery

Last night Mt.Palomar picked up an asteroid the size of a small town it was heading towards the western seaboard,Scientist reported i could destroy a large part of the western seaboard and while the ICMs were being ready to knock it off course(or destroy it if neccesary)it dispersed under unknown conditions seemingly by itself and NASA is completely puzzled,to add to it somehow it wasn't seen until it was very close to Earth,and it being unknown why it wasnt picked up until then. According to experts its calculated impact point was Arcadia Oaks Ca.

Pages 9-11

Rescue,Repair and Renovate

After years of neglect ,thanks to a public fund and renewed interest the Local Drive-in theater called Forbidden Theater:The Terror from beyond fear!Is reopening,after being built in the late 40s and thriving for a long time till lower attendance due to the opening of the town cinema,it made a comeback thanks to support and new interest for movie nights in the cold night and fresh air and many daters chosing to go there.They always say theres a nice chill there at night…after some unexplained mysterious occurrences in and around town in recent years the sci-fi,mystery,monster movie craze came back with it.

Pages 12-15

Interview with Professor Bomba

He is a scientist and artist from Danbury, Connecticut he has done quite extensive research on forests and has come up through his years of research of a theory of little people living in the forest.

Alleged Dragon sightings in Canada near Kullersen Fissures-Theories and Explantions

The pride of the W.S.P. Fireball XL5 returns to Space City base in South Pacific after interplanetary exploration mission

Genetically engineered tomato with chemically altered ranch salad dressing experiment damadges 6 city blocks!

And more!

Eyes on the sky!

Weather:Fairly frosty with a chance of snow.

Today the Forbinned Theater presents:

-The BLOB

-Forbidened Planet

-Earth vs the flying saucers

-Destination:MOON!

-Mothra vs Goodzilla

Well this is it!

MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)

AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!

ON MARCH 27TH!!!

This is the last thing i will publish till the story arc with a prologue on 26th and the story starting on 27th this will be an event you wont want to miss with several ties to the past.(And lets be real he would win any snowman competition by a long-shot!)

It seems as though Jack will be off the naughty list for that.

And I see he likes to watch movies and have some fun while watching them.(And if it werent for him it might not even have been reopened)

Always helping his town directly or indirectly.

Who built the Giant Statue?The same who did the snowflake Formation(Wrong answears only please.)

[theburgessobserver]

Burgess Observer(Aka Frosts town newspaper)FINAL ISSUE!

News!

MAIN HEADLINE:

Hathway wins election by a landslide!

Yes,it's true he won the Presidential elections by a landslide because a landslide blocked his opponents road out of his house and caused him to miss most of the last campaigns which were decisive as he had a lead.But without appearing to address several key states he had a decisive defeat and lost by a mere 0,1 percent of voters!Hathway is a relatively unknown candidate and was at a disadvantage to win,then again he was not known for anything bad either….

Pages 1-6

Local News!

GIANT MIRACLE!

Last night somebody(or somebodies)built an intricate 18 foot snowman of Paul Bunyan.As part of the Burgess snowman competition it won first place by a landslide!But no one has come forth as to who have built it,whoever did it must have done quite some work on this Ice giant as it is very detailed and looks life-like and is well…gigantic with the ice being practically melded together as if by magic.Whoever you are we all would like to thank you(and your team)for this not only is it the biggest snowman made in the county,but it also caused a rapid increase in tourist and sight-seekers visiting.

Pages 7-8

Other headlines

Meteor Mystery

Last night Mt.Palomar picked up an asteroid the size of a small town it was heading towards the western seaboard,Scientist reported i could destroy a large part of the western seaboard and while the ICMs were being ready to knock it off course(or destroy it if neccesary)it dispersed under unknown conditions seemingly by itself and NASA is completely puzzled,to add to it somehow it wasn't seen until it was very close to Earth,and it being unknown why it wasnt picked up until then. According to experts its calculated impact point was Arcadia Oaks Ca.

Pages 9-11

Rescue,Repair and Renovate

After years of neglect ,thanks to a public fund and renewed interest the Local Drive-in theater called Forbidden Theater:The Terror from beyond fear!Is reopening,after being built in the late 40s and thriving for a long time till lower attendance due to the opening of the town cinema,it made a comeback thanks to support and new interest for movie nights in the cold night and fresh air and many daters chosing to go there.They always say theres a nice chill there at night…after some unexplained mysterious occurrences in and around town in recent years the sci-fi,mystery,monster movie craze came back with it.

Pages 12-15

Interview with Professor Bomba

He is a scientist and artist from Danbury, Connecticut he has done quite extensive research on forests and has come up through his years of research of a theory of little people living in the forest.

Alleged Dragon sightings in Canada near Kullersen Fissures-Theories and Explantions

The pride of the W.S.P. Fireball XL5 returns to Space City base in South Pacific after interplanetary exploration mission

Genetically engineered tomato with chemically altered ranch salad dressing experiment damadges 6 city blocks!

And more!

Eyes on the sky!

Weather:Fairly frosty with a chance of snow.

Today the Forbinned Theater presents:

-The BLOB

-Forbidened Planet

-Earth vs the flying saucers

-Destination:MOON!

-Mothra vs Goodzilla

Well this is it!

MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)

AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!

ON MARCH 27TH!!!

This is the last thing i will publish till the story arc with a prologue on 26th and the story starting on 27th this will be an event you wont want to miss with several ties to the past.(And lets be real he would win any snowman competition by a long-shot!)

It seems as though Jack will be off the naughty list for that.

And I see he likes to watch movies and have some fun while watching them.(And if it werent for him it might not even have been reopened)

Always helping his town directly or indirectly.

Who built the Giant Statue?The same who did the snowflake Formation(Wrong answears only please.)

[prismaticpichu]

I’m so so sorry @altocat but I couldn’t help myself xD xD Please forgive me for the shameless thievery!!! (This girl just has the BEST headcanons I promise they’ll make your day a whole lot better!)

x~x~x~x~x

3am Zoomies

"Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, ANGEAL!"

The man rolled over on his side, letting out a groan.

"Zack. It is 3am. Go to slee—"

But amid his groggy delirium, he realized that the voice was way too baritone to be Zack's. It was enough to jolt him awake.

"Sephiroth?"

His younger friend was indeed standing there, looming over his bed, the catlike eyes blown to saucers that practically sponged up the entirety of the Mako-jade puddles. And he was smiling, like really smiling, jittering on the balls of his feet with Masamune kissing the carpet below him.

"Come on, Angeal! Get up! Wake up! WAKE UP!"

"What on Gaia has gotten into you?!”

"I want to spar!"

"What?" Angeal rubbed his eyes, leaning against the headboard.

"Spar!" And then Sephiroth was seizing the blanket, throwing it off the man in one swift and hyper motion. "FIGHT ME!"

Angeal, his expression, leeched of any emotion or comprehension, decided to comply. He slid off the bed, gesturing towards the front door where Sephiroth eagerly jolted out, twirling around and waiting for Angeal to follow.

Which he did not. 

He slammed the door shut as fast as enhanced-humanly possible, catching the sheer betrayal on Sephiroth's countenance as he jangled the lock, then stepping back upon hearing an anxious scratching sound graze against the wood.

Someone was going to get belabored, whether it was a dare ripped from one of Genesis' catalogs or a new type of hormone Hojo was fancying.

"Please come back when you find my friend Sephiroth," Angeal called through his bedroom doorway, scooping up his blanket and groaning at the Herculean effort it took to turn it right-side-up again.

~~~

Angeal brought the steaming cup of java to his lips, glancing upwards when the door to the coffee room opened, and in came Sephiroth, his mercury hair perfectly kempt and the uncanny pupils slitting into the glazed, frosty thorns that they always were.

"Good morning," Sephiroth greeted amiably, reaching for his own cup to fix.

"...Morning, Sephiroth." Angeal's gaze drifted towards the window.

"Lazard wishes to speak to the three of us at noon; he wanted to discuss the possibility of using artificial swords in the training rooms rather than our own."

"Mmm."

Sephiroth took notice of the other's sunken eyes, drops of ink splotching underneath. "Did you sleep well?"

This whipped Angeal's attention back to him. "I don't know, Sephiroth. Would you like to be disturbed past midnight?"

An eyebrow quirk. "I would simply ignore the disturbance."

"Oh. Oh okay." Angeal's broke off into a chuckle, not that it was very humorous or friendly. Sephiroth eyed him weirdly.

"Do you not recall waking me up at 3am like an animal requesting to spar?"

The strange look lingered, now with the inclusion of narrowing eyes. "Do you recall that the training grounds are automatically locked at 10pm?"

Angeal snorted—a gesture that was normally Genesis's territory, which again Sephiroth found unnerving.

Unbeknownst to either of then, Zack had creaked the door of ShinRa's Super Exclusive and Totally First Class-irific Coffee Room ajar in order to grab a corn muffin.

~~~

"Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, Angeal, ANGEAL!"

The man rolled over on his side, letting out a groan.

Ifrit darn it.

But amid his groggy delirium, he realized that there were two voices now cawing his name, a vivacious chirp and a caffeinated squawk harmonizing into one loud, annoying song.

Angeal's eyes snapped open, finding himself drenched in the cyan flashlight of Zack and Sephiroth both—and oh, oh joy, there were those saucers again.

"Angeaalllll let's playyyyyyyyy!" Zack seized the man's pillow, sliding it right from under his head so that it would cannonball into the mattress.

"Yes! YES!" Sephiroth snatched his blanket, again, this time thrusting it so hard that it slammed into a lamp, consequently causing the bulb to keel over and shatter into a million glassy fragments on the carpet.

"Oooooh, Seph! Look what Angeal's got!" Zack was suddenly bouncing out of the kitchen with a bag of popcorn in hand. "You know how to work a microwave?!"

"No! Too SLOW!" And then a fire Materia was produced from Sephiroth's pocket, aiming it with an arm too electrified to even remotely hit its target.

"ZACK! What is the meaning of THIS?!" Angeal bellowed, throwing his body over Sephiroth's before a stream of fire could erupt. "Have you—No, Sephiroth, cut it OUT." Sephiroth grappled with his arms, scratching and writhing against the brawny clasps.

"Wellllllll, I found Seph raiding the coffee room refrigerator." Zack actually made an attempt to sweep the glass shards aside—by sweeping them under the bed. "And he said he wanted to visit your place and said I should come and he's like the boss of me so I said yes and now we're playing!"

"Well can you play somewhere else?!"

Zack threw the popcorn aside. "Sephhhh, let's go! We got lots to explore!"

"YES!" Sephiroth tore away from Angeal's arms and sped into the corridor, sending his supposed best friend tumbling back into the quiltless bed. "I know somewhere else we can go!"

"Best commander EVERRRRRrrrrrrr!" Zack darted after the General, and then, their footsteps roaring out of hearing, Angeal's apartment was left in a condition akin to a town in the wake of a twister.

Finally. Silence.

It was enough for Angeal to collapse in peace.

~~~

You have one new voicemail:

"ANGEEEALLLLL!" A lamp shattering, bowls avalanching, an auburn being tackled to the ground. "GET OVER HERE!"

[thronelessking]

❝ is there any more that you would care to tell me? ❞ - vi to vanya

"Well..." The exact start of a sentence that bodes in no way well. Neither does the way Vanya knowingly, almost playfully looks away and tugs at the strands of his hair, curling them around a forefinger. There's a familiar nervous wiggle to the way his ears pivot and flick wildly, as if trying to work off the excess energy that Vanya himself cannot contain. "I do-" The syllable drags with the inevitable knowing of what, exactly, he has opened the door to. "-have one thing." The curling of hair speeds up the second that his best friend - brother really, he calls him these days - levels a look so knowing, so accustomed to these sorts of antics. "You have to promise me you won't be mad though okay? And I mean really, really promise me."

The look does not get chased away but there is the barest hint of Violette's eyebrow lifting and that, he decides, is about as good as its going to get. Not that there's any recourse to what he's about to say, not with things having long reached it's conclusion, not with the fact that for Violette's determination to reach a conclusion to the story they shared - wrote - together, someone else has already penned the ending. Vanya's hair bounces back into place as he pulls his hand away from the frosty white tips. "You know those adventurers from a while ago? That took me out with them sometimes- actually you know what how about we sit down and I make us some coffee first."

He's dodging the situation, trying to scramble out of the grave he realized he was digging, throwing the metaphorical shovel to the side. No matter how expertly he brews the coffee, tactically distracts himself with making treats, and meticulously arranges them on the saucer, Vanya can feel Violette boring patient but intense holes into the back of his head. Into a cup of lovingly painted lilacs, the first cup of many he made, he pours a rich blend, a dash of cream, and drizzles only a spoonful of slowly warmed caramel to take the edge off the sharpness. On the saucer, Vanya rearranges coffee biscuits to be picture perfect.

He makes his own in a little cup covered in shaky daisies, a reminder of what he lost once, and how far he'd come. He adds much the same to his own and serves them both at the coffee table with a smile. Violette, who's face is easily frozen in aloofness or judgement, softens at the edges as he takes a tentative sip. Vanya waits for him to place the cup back down before continuing. "One of them talked to me a long while ago, the young man with the white hair. Diamont." Vanya can recall the conversation from before as if it had happened not even an hour ago. Though his smile fades gently at its edges, eyebrows gently knitting closer together. "He was a victim too." The words roll off his tongue easier than they would have months and months ago. He knows Violette does not need him to elaborate. "He and his friends found the academy and dug around in its archives. Found out more about me than I thought I would ever share."

Violette, politely, does not interrupt but leans in, softness dashed in an instant as he observes his friend with a scrutinizing eye. Even in a place of peace and quiet, his brother is the epitome of a Lictor. "They didn't hold it over me. They were... so very sad. More sad than I thought that they would be, even then, no matter how warmly I treated them, we were all very much strangers." Against the daisy cup, he taps his manicured nails, the tips of them clicking upon the surface. Vanya smiles with a fond sadness at his reflection bared within it.

"But Diamont caught me after they left. He said he was sorry. I think he was... close to that man. The resemblance was uncanny to me when I talked to him then." He thinks, then, that Violette must understand why he asked him not to be angry. This was a secret swallowed whole, deliberately kept from one of the few people Vanya trusted most. It has weighed upon him heavily. "He asked me if I wished to know the truth. I think he knew what it would do. How much the truth would push me forward, instead of being stuck in one place for a moment longer. I declined then, but he told me, eventually."

It means a lot. To know. It means a lot to confess that knowledge almost casually, over a cup of coffee. At a table that he'd once never thought he'd sit at again. In a room that felt like a fond dream in that terrible, dark place. In a place where the sun shone, and its warmth could truly touch him, not flit in from the stained glass that hung like a mockery. To be able to say things, to a person he perhaps never would have met otherwise, but now he shares his time with and trusts just as much as he trusts his mother and Nyx. The smile vanya wears is a sad thing, but full of so, so much warmth.

"Sometimes I miss being oblivious to those horrors. To not know a single thing was truly bliss in comparison but... it's good to know. It's good to know because now, as I tell you this, I can tell you thank you. For shouldering the burdens you did. To know what you did, to act upon it as you did, to care as much as you did. I know it must not have been easy." With a tentative hand, he reaches over and gently places it over the scarred, bare hand of Violette's. Lets them both, for a moment, enjoy the warmth shared between them. "I wanted to tell you that and now I can say it with utmost sincerity, thank you, Violette."

[lacunasbalustrade]

🏚️🤍

adghffbjb this was difficult!

look at that lavender house. It's more attic than house, actually, three whole storeys of muslin-draped attic and just the bottom landing remaining intact.

How many things has the tender old world saved up in that attic, with soft footprints, shoeboxes, and delicate tissue paper?

There's a wraparound porch with a rocking-chair on it, and the porch is filled with eye-catching candy plants. You know the usual - peppermint blossoms in their red & white glory unfold to the morning on their vines, chewy blackberry gummies shaped like rock plants in their porcelain saucers, strawberry lollipop roses carved to resemble the rose in 'Beauty and the Beast' (or at least, the Disney version of it.)

look at that window, with frosty snowflakes forming over it in the spring rain. Doesn't it just defy the laws of time, to exist like that?

Windows in this house do not need justification.

There's a front lawn made of water, one rippling koi pond with (willingly donated) turtleshells as a path to put your feet on, solid step after step (you will wonder how it feels so dependable), and a railing made of curly kelp fronds. Should you look down, you might see cute tadpoles made of commas swimming about in it. You remember that whales do not have to be large, don't you? They splash about in this pond (or should I say, lake), playing with the manatees and the little frog ranunculus.

[whitepolaris]

The Birth of the "Flying Saucer"

Reports of UFO extend far back into history, certainly, but in the mid-twentieth century, they remained few and far between. As summer of 1947 came into full swing, however, things quickly changed. It's difficult to say exactly why that specific year would result in such an explosion of reports, but it's generally accepted by those who study UFO phenomena that 1947 marked the inauguration of the unidentified flying object into mainstream culture.

Among the earliest sightings of that year is that by pilot Byron Savage, who spotted an object traveling over Oklahoma City in May. The object appeared at dusk, but there was still enough light present that Savage could make out what he described as being "frosty white," perhaps even "silvery," "perfectly round and flat," and larger than any aircraft existing at the time. Savage, who was standing in his yard, said it moved about three times as fast as a jet and disappeared to the north after about twenty seconds. Savage's sighting even predates that of Kenneth Arnold near Mount Rainier, Washington, the first sighting widely reported in the popular media and the one responsible for giving us the term flying saucer.

The following month, at least two more reports surfaced out of Oklahoma. One was by a traveling salesman who spotted six objects shaped like washtubs flying in formation about Yukon, west of Oklahoma City. The other came form a man in Walters, southeast of Lawton, in which two saucers repeatedly passed each other, back and forth, at around 10 p.m.

In July, several reports came from various parts of the state, including Harrah, Enid, and Anadarko, in which a handful of witnesses saw a fast-moving object that changed colors. In Norman, the dean of the University of Oklahoma School of Engineering, W. H. Carson, spotted an unusual object flying across the sky in the clear of the afternoon. Joined by his wife and three neighbors, the group then saw two more similar objects follow the same path. Carson said it was difficult to determine their exact shape, but that they flew very high, very fast, and without producing any sound. A woman in Oklahoma City named Patsy Morgan saw a bright light above the city that same day, which appeared to come from some sort of shiny, reflective craft. Paul Skvork, another OKC resident, described seeing something similar that evening, which he equated to a "ball of fire."

Such sightings continued to pop up from across the United States, a surge of UFO phenomena that eventually culminated in the world-famous July 3 report of an alien crash-landing outside Roswell, New Mexico. Such a flood of activity wouldn't be seen again for nearly twenty years.

[ledenews]

Wheeling Nailers Sweep Weekend Set in Iowa, 3-1

The Wheeling Nailers put together back-to-back stellar performances, and came away with four points to show for it, as they swept a two-game series from the Iowa Heartlanders at Xtream Arena. Taylor Gauthier made 25 saves on Saturday night, and Tanner Laderoute scored twice, as Derek Army earned his 90th career head coaching win, placing him third on the team's all-time list. The final score of the finale was 3-1. Neither team could find the back of the net in the first period, but that changed quickly, as both sides lit the lamp within the first 63 seconds of the middle frame. Wheeling got on the board first at the 21-second mark. Davis Bunz lofted a saucer pass through the slot to Justin Addamo, who placed a one-timer into the left side of the cage, before crashing into the left post. The Heartlanders knotted things up 42 seconds later. Will Calverly tossed a feed through the low slot for Pavel Novak, who lifted a one-timer into the top-left corner of the goal. The Nailers regained the lead at the 7:53 mark of the second. Justin Lee launched a pass from his own end to Tanner Laderoute at the offensive blueline. Laderoute left his defender behind on the right side, then wound around the back of the net, before he eventually stuffed a wraparound between Hunter Jones' right pad and the left post. Taylor Gauthier saved his biggest performance of the night for the third, as Iowa peppered the net with 12 shots, and not one of them broke through. One of those saves led to the final goal of the contest, as Laderoute swept his second of the tilt into an empty net to punctuate the 3-1 Wheeling triumph. Taylor Gauthier was tremendous in earning his second set of wins on consecutive nights this season, as he denied 25 of the 26 shots he faced. Hunter Jones took the loss for the Heartlanders, as he made 19 saves on 21 shots. The next stop on the six-game road stretch for the Nailers is Reading, where they will face the Royals on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, all with 7:00 face-offs. Wheeling's next home game is Friday, February 2nd against Orlando at 7:10, which is a Frosty Friday. Saturday, February 3rd is Pups & Pucks Night, when fans can bring their dog to the game and meet Clifford the Big Red Dog, courtesy of WVPB. The next Big Six Promotional Game is Pittsburgh Penguins Night on Saturday, February 10th, starring two-time Stanley Cup Champion Trevor Daley. The Wheeling Nailers, considered one of the top things to do in Wheeling, West Virginia, provide affordable family entertainment for fans throughout the Ohio Valley. Read the full article

[arg-machine]

They’re back!

Silent and menacing, the alien saucers are back! This time, however, they come not to annihilate and conquer, but to offer greetings and best wishes to all friends of machine HQ! Look, they’re even wearing those cute Santa hats!

Actually, arg was getting ready to create another Frosty-related image [like this one], when he felt that featuring the saucers in this year’s greetings would be a better idea, since these otherworldly space-faring vessels enjoyed some prominence in 2023, appearing in several Instagram posts [see here, here and also here]…

So that’s it, folks; once again, arg and machine HQ would like to offer season’s greetings and wish all friends a very happy new year!

Also: the previous post has now been updated with some new behind-the-scenes images!

[muffindaddystyles]

OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes. 

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early. 

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze. 

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness. 

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better. 

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?" 

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy. 

She's about to catch a cold. 

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes. 

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke. 

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor. 

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep  then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home. 

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically. 

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead. 

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy. 

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat. 

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side. 

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and  shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly. 

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly. 

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??" 

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes. 

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage. 

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom. 

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder. 

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted. 

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth. 

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself. 

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff. 

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks. 

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully. 

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs. 

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning. 

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow. 

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown. 

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering. 

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him. 

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache." 

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest. 

//

Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit. 

He has never seen her in such a bad condition. 

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly. 

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. " 

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff. 

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body. 

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building. 

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out. 

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen." 

"Harry……" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow. 

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck. 

[dansantcaparet]

—Aerith melts Cloud’s “frosty exterior” & helps him “rediscover his past.”

—Cloud states he remembers Aerith “a lot.”

—Cloud wants to meet Aerith in the Promised Land, something Cloud also desires in Final Fantasy Tactics.

—Cloud’s heart “cracks” during Aerith’s death & breaks again at Aerith’s grave (Tifa gets jealous).

—Zack isn’t in the officially described love triangle. Therefore, Cloud feeling bad about Zack’s death isn’t the same as Cloud feeling bad about Aerith’s death.

—Cloud is shown seeking Aerith in numerous cameos.

—Aerith states on her Gold Saucer date with Cloud that she initially liked Cloud because of Zack, but has now grown to like Cloud for Cloud.

—Aerith said her and Zack were never serious, that he was a “real lady’s man,” and that she wants to move forward with her life.

—Aerith rejects Zack in the lifestream, stating she will only call him if she gets “really lonely.”

—Aerith states she prefers Cloud’s personality over Zack’s.

—Cloud never transformed 100% into Zack.

—Terra in WoFF states Aerith is the woman Cloud loves.

—Cloud is stated to be Aerith’s “lover.” Why would SE make Aerith out to be a liar?

—Tifa is forever listed as Cloud’s “childhood friend.” She is never upgraded to “wife” or “girlfriend.”

—The Highwind scene has 2 versions. Variable evidence is inherently weaker evidence.

—The Cloud and Aerith Gold Saucer date is stated to be the “normally occurring” date. Nowhere is it stated which Highwind scene is the “normally occurring” version.

—Aerith automatically starts off with more love points than Tifa. If you make anti-Tifa choices, Aerith forever remains in 1st place.

—Aerith evokes the REAL Cloud to the surface when he has a memory of his mother telling him to have an “older girlfriend” (ie: Aerith).

—Tifa says her and Cloud aren’t a “real” family.

—Marlene and Nojima say Cloud and Tifa don’t work out.

—Tifa admits to not knowing if Cloud loves her.

—Barret returns to living with the Seventh Heaven “family of friends.”

—Cloud believes Aerith brought him Denzel.

—Cloud and Tifa have no romantic moments post-AC/C.

—Cloud rides his motorcycle through flower fields stated to represent Aerith at the end of AC/C.

—Aerith was created before Tifa.

—Aerith is the original heroine.

—Cloud and Aerith are the original couple.

—Crisis Core is a retcon.

—Cloud was designed by Sqaresoft to fall in love with Aerith so her death would be that much more painful.

—Cloud and Aerith are a classic star-crossed love story.

[thepinkseat-askthemoonbunny]

Some art I did of Fingon and my OC, Tirien. Finno's made up his mind to go rescue Maedhros and so on the night of, he goes to Tirien to ask if she can scry Maedhros' location.

When ur boyfriend is in danger and you have to enlist your ex fiancee's help who REALLY isn't ur biggest fan right now (Tiri is debating on whether to scry with the mirror or bash him over the head with it. Everybody's angy and nobody's nice to each other cuz feelings are still raw.

"Tirien."

"Go away, Finno."

Findekano frowned. "That's hardly the nicest greeting"

Tirien smiled bittersweetly as poisoned candy and fluttered her eyelashes. "Would you prefer "fuck off", because I can say that too."

"Look." he said, serious and businesslike in a tone that brokered little room for argument. "I know we're not on the best of terms at the moment but I require your assistance." Findekano was undeterred by the frosty reception, keeping his face level with all the practice brought about by being raised in the royal court.

"Why in any way, shape or form do you need me?"

"Because you have eyes that look deep and far, and I would have you scry someone for me." She knew very well who this "someone" most likely was, and once again the icy feeling of being dunked in cold water came flooding over her in waves. "One, what makes you think I would do that? Two, why would I want to do that? And three, why would you come to me for that?"

"Don't think of it as doing a favor for me, think of it as something for all the Noldor...I go tonight to rescue Maitimo."

"Again, why do I care, Finno? You're not my friend and he's certainly not my friend."

He stubbornly refused to rise to the bait, though the subtle clench of his jaw gave far more away than any screaming would. "No, but he is your king whether you wish it or not."

Tirien yawned behind her hand, turning from Findekano to go retrieve her hairbrush from the vanity. "Why wouldn't you go to Makalaure, seeing as that's the regent and his brother? Surely he'd be of far better assistance than I?"

"Because Makalaure doesn't care about him!" The tone of his voice made her turn to him, dark eyes wide as saucers...she'd heard that bitterness in her own voice many a time over the past couple of years, but not from Finno. Never from strong, gentle, always kind Finno. He never had a bad word to say about anyone, at least not publicly and now his tongue dripped with such venom he could've very well been a snake. His gray eyes flashed with something hard and flinty, and his hands twisted in the folds of his nightgown so hard that his knuckles nearly turned the same shade of white. "None of them do, the ungrateful bastards left him there to die and..." He forced out a trembling breath to calm his nerves, and Tirien felt the tiniest flash of pity for him, the frown lines of her mouth slightly softening. "

"I wouldn't have come here if I knew anywhere else to turn...I can't bear the thought of him dying alone, perhaps believing he's forgotten and that nobody loves him! If you won't assist me I will set out blind, but he needs to know...I need to let him know that even if those leeches he calls brothers do not care for him, I do."

[goatskickin]

When we last left the family, an alien being, responding to what they perceived to be a distress signal, was thought to be a threat to the local mob. So he was ferried away by a vampire bat. No, really! How has the Springs-Eternal family recovered from their interaction (and goodbyes) to HCU-70? 

   “Baaaaabe, come back to the bed! It’s cold out here.”

“Gathering Magik for the Home – this Koda’s? Did he ever dabble in magic?

“Oh gosh, not that he’s ever told me. That book could be from a while ago.”

 “Koda is pretty far gone now. He really enjoys my company though.”

“Ha, I probably remind him of Gracie. You know, my hair and all?”

“Ha, I probably remind him of Gracie. You know, my hair and all?”

“Trust me Candice, no one would ever mistake you for Gracie Navajo.”

 “I’m making coffee. Want some?”

“Yeah.”

     “So, did you guys get that thing sorted with the robot? The alien robot?”

 “What? What now?”

“Yeah! You know, the alien robot thing? I don’t know, Justice and a friend stopped by the other night, pretty late really, and they needed Benji to take care of an alien robot or something?”

I don’t know – I overheard, the porch is just off the bedroom, the walls are thin. It’s so funny – cute really! – that Benji thinks we don’t know what he does for work! I mean like, in this town though, what else would he be doing? It’s like he-“

 “Wait. Justice and some other guy came here, to talk to Benji…because they needed to get rid of something? A robot or something? Alien?”

“Yeah! Something about how a robot landed in that other guy’s yard, and they wanted it out of down ASAP because they figured Joey doesn’t like aliens. I don’t know if that’s true, but I can see how-“

  “I don’t know about any robot alien thing. Joey doesn’t know about any robot.” 

“Oh! Well, I figured you would know, since you and Benji work together. But maybe it was a one-time thing.” 

~~~

After the HCU-70 incident, life goes back to normal for the Springs-Eternal family.

Little Temperance is growing up fast.

“C’mon Temps! One foot in front of the other! You can do it.”

“…mama….”

“Mama can’t help right now Tempe. She’s sleeping…again.”

The family didn’t quite know how Genesis would act after HCU-70’s abrupt arrival and departure. Least of all Genesis.

Alien Technology

“Earthlings are seen as quite primitive. It is a culture that still thinks digital watches were a pretty nifty idea. Pathetic”

Sim City has been using alien technology for over a year, gained from the crashed remains of an alien saucer. With the labs and factories that held this technology destroyed in the blast, the alien discoveries are once again a mystery.

-Sims may not purchase any aspiration reward objects.

-If the founder brings a reward object back from college in inventory, you may use it. You must delete this object once its special ability is used up (This includes the love tub, which must be deleted when the candles go out).

This restriction can be lifted in one of two ways.

-It is lifted if a Sim is abducted by aliens. The Sim abducted may be any age and of either gender. The abduction does not have to result in an alien pregnancy.

-It is also lifted if a sim who is a “Top Secret Researcher” or “Mad Scientist” goes to work with a satellite in their inventory. This satellite must originate from the family’s lot.

You do NOT have to lift this restriction in order to complete the challenge.

A Sim fulfilling this restriction can still fulfill one of the main 14.

She became more isolated than ever, avoiding everyone.

Her frostiness was noticeable. But the family gave her space (and time). What else were they supposed to do, in a situation like this?

 “Mom likes burgers, right? I’ll just leave this out for her when she comes back from telescoping.”

 The Springs-Eternal children are lucky however – Aunt Mercy and Dad Justice take care of them while their mother sorts out her feelings about HCU-70.

And they take care of each other. In a way.

 “Stop staring at me booger-brain. I know I’m incomparably gorgeous, but your staring is getting on my nerves, and I’m trying to sleep.”

The adults of the house tread carefully around Genesis and keep themselves occupied. Having already reached the top of the Athletic career, Justice has found that this is the prime time for him to write his memoir.

“Hmmm…should ‘charming’ or ‘charismatic be my first descriptor? Or ‘handsome’ maybe?”

Mercy continues to skill.

She’s also taken to late-night jogging. With almost 10 body points, Mercy can easily tackle anything and anyone that may choose to cross her.

“….mama?.....Fafe?...”

“Muahaha, I think there’s going to be another snow day! Haha! ...oh okay fine Tempe, keep your diaper on.”

“Okay okay Temps, what are we drawing today? Bunnies? Maybe a frog? Frog going to a birthday party?”

 “Hey! HEY! Mom, come look! Tempe is standing up all by himself! Come look!”

 “Maybe I can teach you a song, and then mom will get out of bed, yeah? Okay, this is one that Grandpa Patrick taught me. It’s real easy.

Ohhhhhhhhh - Oats and beans and barley grow, Oats and beans and barley grow-“

 “Ahbababababa bababa ba-“

 *sigh* “Tempe, you aren’t even trying. You have to try harder. We have to impress her! Okay, again…”

 “Hey Gen! Good to see you up!”

“…”

“Alright, good talk!”

 HCU-70’s visit and the drama that followed seems to have affected everyone in the house.

“I don’t wanna use the telescope. I’m too young to be upducted. Or have alien friends. I think.”

“…hm? Oh, must just be the fridge making old appliance noises. For a second there, I thought the phone was ringing. Heh! It’s not even Tuesday. Who would even call me…”

“HURRRG oh HELLO Gen! Hi! Good to see that you are up. Just doing some yoga. Just doing yoga while kinda keeping an eye on you. Well, not keeping an eye on you, right now I’m looking at the wall, as I am upside-down, ha! – wait, where are you going?”

Genesis slowly comes around after the alien robot incident, in her own way.

“…Gen? Did you want to come eat some lunch with me?”

“…regarding thesis statements, there are a few ways that this can go about. You may ask a question, which is a popular option. You can provide a dictionary definition, though this has become quite hackneyed, and I wouldn’t recommend it. You can…”

“Okay…the food will be here when you are hungry dear…”

  “Hi mommy. I already at your food and now I’m eating mine. Too slow, haha!”

“That’s okay Faith. I haven’t been very hungry lately.”

“Mommy, I’m going to grow up soon. Should I wait until I’m a grownup to find some aliens to upduct me, or can I start right away?”

“Faith, I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“UGH, why is everyone being weird about this! There was an alien robot in the house, and you guys didn’t even let me look at it, and now on one wants to talk about it! It’s weird! ”

Tensions aside, it’s soon time for Tempe’s birthday.

“Gen! You want to do the honors? That’s great!”

“Yes. Sorry I have been distant lately. But I want to be here to see my little man grow up.”

“YAY TEMPE, WOO WOO! I will FINALLY have someone to play catch with me! WOOOOOO!”

 “That’s right Faith. And you can teach him Sixam too, and how to reduce a fraction.”

“WOOO NO WAY THAT SOUNDS BORING. YAY Tempe YAY Tempe! Blow out the candles!”

 Temperance Springs-Eternal grows up! The first child in the house to have a birthday cake too .

 Though he looked just like his mother when he was younger, child-aged Tempe seems to be sporting the distinctive Springs-Eternal cheekbones.

“Mom, as a birthday present, I want a wind up toy. I want to see how the insides work! Is it springs, or like, wires? A rope?”

“Oh Tempe! Are you interested in engineering? I have several books on the subject, and if you like, I can-“

“I’m actually suddenly super tired Mom, you can talk about boring books to Dad now.”

 “Tempe is so smart already! I’m impressed. Maybe he will be a programmer! Or an engineer?”

“That’s great babe. I’m also just really glad that you are talking to me.”

“I’ve really missed you. We all have…

…you know we only did what we did to protect anyone. I am sorry – I see now that you really had a, a something, with…..that -“

“HCU-70.”

“Yes, HCU-70. I am sure that, uh, ‘it’, is okay.”

“Thank you for the reassurance. I just wish I knew what happened to HCU-70.

I know that all of you did what you did for good reasons. I just wish I had more time with the alien. I could have learned so much…”

What’s this cloud of snow outside, in the middle of the night?

Why, it’s Faith of course.

“Take THAT you block of ice! Haha!”

 With Tempe grown up, the bunk beds are finally filled out.

 …and yet again, the mob takes their cut. Happy Monday.

 “And THIS is the spot where I check for snow every morning. It was Dad’s snow spot too. It’s a good spot. You can share it with me if you want.”

“Coooool. So, if it’s snowing, like a lot, we can check here?”

“Yep! We are looking right at the top of the sky here.”

 “COOL!”

 “Okay, I changed my mind.”

“For what Temps?”

“For my birthday present!”

“I wanna have my own flamethrower!”

“What? No, jeez, what is it with you kids and fire, huh? Go read a book or something.”

“Awwww....”

Though Genesis seems to have come around and thawed a bit from the HCU-70 incident, her husband knows that she doesn’t forgive quickly.

“Gen’s first day back at work…hope she’s okay.”

 “This town is full of gossips.”

“JUSTICE – ahem – J, is that for me?”

“What? No, I just sold my first novel, ‘Experiencing the Master’, and I’m going to get a good price for it.

Why, do you know people? Where you expecting a call?”

“Ah, nope! No! Just curious!”

“The sales from my memoir should be a nice nest egg for me and Gen. Maybe one of these days we can finally go on vacation.”

Faith is as enthralled with school as ever.

It’s not Tempe’s favorite thing either.

“Doesn’t participate enough in class…um, but if I know all of the answers, why would I share? Isn’t school so that other kids can learn from the teacher? I don’t understand this…”

 “Wait – so I write down what I remember from school today? Why?”

“So that the teacher has it written down somewhere, proving that you were listening to her and that you know that stuff now. “

“But…I know it…. why does it matter that the teacher knows that I know it?”

“Temps, stop asking questions! Come stand on the stool with me! I wanna see how tall I am on the stool! I BET I’m taller! Come onnnn!”

Despite the incident, and Genesis’s blue mood, she brings home a promotion, and a work friend.

“Thanks so much for inviting me over! So, this is where it all went down, huh? Any idea where it went? God, the things we could learn from an alien species!”

“Well yes, if I have one claim to fame, my home housed an alien being for a short time. If I could contact him again, I would.”

“Now if you want to see something really neat, I’ve adjusted my telescope to be at just the right coordinates to see Jupiter’s 7th moon…”

“Everyone keeps telling me to read books…but it’s pretty boring. Where’s Faith?”

“Tempe, you’re just in time!”

“Time for what?”

“OH! Look over there! A giant soy burger!”

“What, NO! I told you I had a nightmare about that!”

After annihilating her brother with snowballs, Faith – wait, what’s going on in the background…

 …can’t teach an old (horn)dog new tricks.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to be friendly with Genesis. After what she’s been through, she needs a friend. Did you want to make other…friends?”

The kids begin each morning by checking the snow window.

“Whadya think Temps? Hmm?”

“Hmmm…cold temperatures…and snow.”

“I was thinking that too!”

And warm up for the day with a rousing pillowfight.

“OOF – Faith! I think you loosened my tooth!

“Well then you are WELCOME!”

“Okay, I’m sorry Temps. Hugs please!”

“Okay!”

“Okay JUST KIDDING! I’m a bandit on the run with nothing left to lose, not even the love of my man. You’re a good cop going rogue in a one-horse town that actually has 2 horses. BANG BANG!”

“Ah! My pride! My kids won’t respect me now, ahhhh-“

A little nose comparison. One child clearly got the Hope nose, and the other did not.

“So, Gen’s doing pretty good now right? She’s all back to normal.”

“Sure J, just keep telling yourself that.”

“What do you mean? She got promoted at work, she’s back at work, she’s talking to us again – what’s the worry?”

“Justice, you weren’t here when HCU-70 talked to Genesis. She really had a connection with it. It responded to her distress signal-“

“Gen sent out a distress signal?!”

“Well no, she didn’t mean to, that’s just how it was interpreted. The alien was very intelligent, and it spoke with us.”

“That thing had a conversation? With my wife?”

“Honestly, stop calling it a thing, J. And you’re clearly jealous.”

“I am NOT jealous of that floating microwave. Don’t be an idiot.”

 “It’s just that people don’t get over things like this overnight. She really had a connection with this thing.”

“She’s fine. Let me worry about my own wife.”

Genesis and her fabulous pink suit are off to work in the Education field again.

Ah. Being the daughter in law of a locally famous chef; veggies are the answer, right?

Wrong.

 Dang.

 Oof. Before the Slacker restriction is cleared, all chance cards need to be answered yes or no. So a demotion was bound to happen to someone.

It’s just too bad it happened to someone who is already feeling pretty fragile.

“….*sniff* I’m never going to get to the university level. Everyone is probably making fun of me! A high school principal – ugh, any idiot can manage teenagers.”

“Gen, you’re okay. Deep breath. Everyone has missteps. No one’s professional growth looks like an exponential graph, ya know? Ups and downs babe.”

“But what if my career trajectory is shaped like a parabola, huh?! I go down down down before I go back up, and then -“

“You are catastrophizing. This is something people do when they panic. Remember? It’s a trauma response. You’re always talking about that trauma and healing stuff.

Deep breath – let’s focus on what you can do right now. Go wash that bowl and take a shower. Promise you’ll feel better.””

The kids are soon home from school – and Tempe brings home a friend.

“Hi, I’m Wade, Wade Waters. Yeah, my parents think they are real funny. My mom is Wendy – she says I can stay until 6pm but no later.”

“Bye Mr. Driver! You should use that conditioner like I told you, so you won’t make an avalanche of dandruff on the poor kid who sits behind you. Ha! See ya later!”

“…we sleep in bunk beds. Faith gets to be on top, cuz she’s the oldest.”

“That’s cool. I don’t share a room with my twin, she has her own room.”

Genesis, still feeling tender after her demotion, is uncharacteristically chatty with her children.

“Hey Faith, if you were to promote me, like in a job way, what would you say my best qualities are, huh? What would impress an employer, uh, I mean you?”

“Mommy, go away, you’re being weird. Unless you wanna help me with my spelling homework.”

“Nyah nyah! You can’t get me! I’m too fast for you!”

“Ha! You missed!”

“And this is where I come to poop! And sometimes fart!”

“NEAT!”

“Rock paper scissors. If I win, you gotta wear your shoes on your hand to walk home.”

“So, like, listening skills, the ability to respond to questions on the fly, creative expression –“

“GOSH MOM I don’t know! I wanna eat this grilled cheese in peace, okay! I don’t know what you’re good at. Being annoying I guess.”

“Okay, I gotta go eat dinner now! Bye Wade! Come back any time!”

“Bye! See you at school!”

Tempe seems to have inherited Grandma Hope’s penchant for socializing…

…and Grandpa Patrick’s goofy streak.

“I am Pirate Bubbles! Blub blub blub. Yarr! Avast! Where be me bubble bath soap treasure, yarr!”

“TEMPE GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM I NEED TO PEE! COME ON!!!”

Whereas Faith takes after Mercy.

“Which one of you skidmarks took all of my green blocks? HUH?!”

“Lucky kid…stay sweet little dude.”

Genesis soothes her bruised ego by doing what she does best – skilling alone.

“Justice, I think we gotta talk about Genesis for real. What if she –“

“Mercy, she’s fine! If something is off, she’ll tell us.”

“When! When has she ever done that!”

“I’m busy Mercy. Let’s talk about this later.”

“Don’t worry Gen – Justice may be a self-involved jackass. But I’ll look over you.”

“Tempe…why are we up so early?”

“Early morning catch! Just like the pros do it. Before Dad was a superstar at Mutant Football, I heard he did this.”

“Uh, okay. Before breakfast and everything?

”

“FAITH! That was TOO HARD!”

“Sorry! I must be hungry. Can we go inside now?”

   '

 After getting up way too early to play catch, the Springs-Eternal kids bring home more friends.

This townie with incredibly cool sunglasses named Elise. And…

“Hi! I’m Bettina Waters. My momma’s a witch! You probably met my brother Wade already.”

“Bettinaaaaaaaaaaa come meet my auntie Mercy!”

“Uh really Faith, it’s cool, I don’t have to-“

“Is your auntie a witch too? Can my mom meet her? My mom says she needs to build her oven and have more lady witches with her.”

“I think you mean ‘coven’, right?”

“No, pretty sure she needs an oven. Like in Hansel and Gretel! That witch has an oven. But my momma wouldn’t eat me, or my brother. She’s a good witch!”

“Well, my mommy can’t be in your mommy’s oven. She’s met aliens. She’s busy with aliens. She was upducted, you know.”

“Okay then. How many ladies does your mom need in her oven?”

“Um, I don’t know? Probably like 20. Or 5?”

“What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing auntie Mercy. Bettina needs ladies for her mom’s oven.”

“….what?”

“…you’re my boyfriend now.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so. I’m not old enough. Ask me later?”

  After the kids come home from school, Justice comes home shortly after, with a coworker in tow.

“…money.”

“And that’s the reason why they won’t let us be one of them. Well said!”

Justice, for some reason, still looks through the telescope during the day. No matter the (high) chance of a neighbor (Oliver) coming over immediately to slap him for it.

“smeglesmorfsmack”

“omnomomngerg”

“Will you idiots slow down and chew your food! Jeez!”

“Faith I don’t think that auntie Mercy likes our alien food munching noises.”

“Oh, whatever! She’s just jealous.”

“I heard that you little menace. You can bet I can make alien munching noises even louder than you.”

“Auntie Mercy stopppppp, hahahaha!”

"Hey Gen? Would you mind looking at the computer when you have a chance?”

“Hm? What’s wrong with it?”

“What…oh gosh, is that smoke coming from it? Was that Tempe?!”

“Of course. You know he looks at that thing constantly, like it’s buried treasure.”

“Um, where are you going? I thought you were going to fix the computer?”

“Hang on, I’ll be right back.”

“Here. This is the book Tempe will need to read before fixing the computer himself.”

“Wait, what? You want the kid to do it? Why can’t you do it?”

“Well, I’m happy to assist. But if the boy plays with the computer all the time, he should learn how to fix it too. I think he’s got a natural thing for machines. Guide to Disaster Recovery should have all that he needs.”

“Uh, where did you get that book?”

“I have a secret stash of books in the trunk of the car. For the ones that don’t fit in the house.”

“Is THAT why the bumper drags on the ground?! Oh my gosh, Gen!”

Try as she might, giving a child a book and expecting them to be able to comprehend and then want to use its principles doesn’t quite go as planned.

“Temperance, it’s simple. The floppy drive is a what kind piece of hardware?”

“Mommm, why do I even need to know about floppy drives? New computers don’t have those. They haven’t had them in forever. Most don’t even have CD-drives now, gosh.”

“Well, be that as it may, this computer does, and it’s the only computer we have. And it’s used a lot, between your father writing his memoir…and you playing games on it, with sticky fingers.”

“I’m not playing games; I’m writing code for a game. It’s different.”

“Does either thing require you to eat sticky things while you do it?”

“Mommm-“

“Hey, is it supposed to flicker blue like that?”

“Hergh, um, no.”

“Because the book said that BSODs result from driver software or issues with hardware. Do you think that has to do with you using a flathead screwdriver on the computer? Because I feel like-“

“There. All finished. Did you learn something from this demonstration?”

“Okay, okay, you’re done now, right? Can you move?! I wanna see if my progress saved. Come on!”

Temperance may be clearing the Gamer restriction for the family.

“Muahahaha, my experiment worked! Now I know how to reverse-engineer any virus we might get.”

 Genesis gets another chance card. But the correct decision can be made now.

Tada!

 “I’ve had enough of this rat race – but I’m glad everyone saw the potential in me. I’ll be the Education Minister soon! If only-“

“Ma’am, may I have a word?”

“Huh?”

“Ma’am, I have a message from Benji. I’ll not elaborate on it – I’m just supposed to deliver a message to you. Okay?”

“…Okay? I’m sorry….from, from Benji?”

“Ma’am, I’d like to make this quick, I don’t want any trouble.”

“Benji says, ‘HCU-70 is alive and well and at Brainia U’.”

“He’s okay?”

“That’s all the information I have.”

“…he’s okay. That’s amazing.”

“There’s also a gift for you in the trunk.”

“…wait, what?”

“From this HCU guy? Gift for you in the trunk.”

“…okay”

 “…a gift?”

 Once the alien technology is back in the family’s hands, either given to them by the aliens or reverse-engineered from a crashed space craft, they can once again gain benefits from it.

“Okay, no instructions given…but it seems to be…a hat?”

“WOW! I can practically feel my synapses firing! But how?!”

“Wow, my focus is much improved! It’s like the world fell away, like this cap is engineered to tap into the “flow” response.”

“Fascinating! I wonder if there are any damaging effects. How did HCU-70 and his people make this? Is it only for humans?”

“…what a wonderful gift.

…if he’s alive and at Brainia U…if only I could get to him, the knowledge he has…”

Justice, seasoned pro that he is, will be approaching elderhood soon.

“How to you feel about going all loopy in elderhood J? You worried at all?”

  “I mean, not really. I feel like I have it made! We have plenty of food, I have access to clean water and a show and 2 toilets –“

“And you’ll be a burden on the family, and we will have to worry about you and take care of you and make sure you don’t wander off or freeze or starve-“

“I’ll be fine! Growing up with mom and dad being older made you all nervous. They both lived into ripe old age, didn’t they?”

“Dad, look! An A+!”

“WOO! That’s my boy!”

“- you won’t be cognizant of your children’s successes…”

“Mercy, that’s enough. I’ll be fine.”

 The Waters twins have become a welcome fixture at the house after school most days.

“You didn’t hear it on the radio?! We have to go! All of the kids in Pitstop Valley have been in invited.”

“What? No, I didn’t…I was messing around with the radio, trying to figure out how the wires-“

“You did WHAT to the radio Tempe?”

“Nothinggggg, it’s fine auntie Mercy, I fixed it! Promise!”

 “….okay, so what about the radio contest?”

“Okay, so it’s not like a contest, but on the radio, she said that all of the kids in Pitstop Valley can come by on Saturday to record some of Chef Patrick’s recipes!”

“Hey! That was my grandpa!”

“Oh hey cool! My mom says me and Bettina can go. Can you guys go?”

“I really wanna! I gotta ask my dad and my mom and Auntie Mercy though….aw man, that’s three people to ask…”

“Everyone’s going! You gotta go!”

 “My mom did really good at work today. Maybe I should ask her first! So she will say yes?”

“If my mom says yes, my dad will say yes.”

“What about your aunt?”

“Hmmm. I don’t know. She’s always kinda crabby.”

“Maybe I can help? Can I ask for you?”

“Hi, Mr. Springs-Eternal?”

“Yes, and that’s Mr. Springs-Eternal, Mutant Football League player and Author, to you.”

“…okay? Anyway, on Pitstop Radio, the lady said that all of the kids in the neighborhood are invited to come read some of Chef Patrick’s recipes. Like for a recording?”

…

“Anyway, can Tempe and Faith come with us on Saturday to do that please? My sister says everyone who’s toilet-trained is going to be there.”’

 ~~~

 That's all we have for now, but Part 2 is coming soon! Will Tempe stop mucking around with every machine in the house? Will Justice ever get his head out of his butt? Will anyone call Mercy ever again? What will Genesis do with her gift, and the knowledge of HCU-70's well-being? Why does Faith throw baseballs so hard, god. Until next time, Carry On, Woman!

[ichigo-daifuku]

Alone Together

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Pairing: Hawks/Todoroki Fuyumi Genre: Time Travel, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Suggestive Themes

Synopsis: A Quirk accident prompts Fuyumi to travel back in time in various intervals, where she does her best to keep a low profile so as not to alter the future timeline.

Except Keigo catches feelings for her a year earlier than scheduled.

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恋の予感 | こいのよかん | koi no yokan

premonition of love; the sense one can have upon first meeting another person that the two of them will inevitably fall in love.

At five in the morning, Hawks stirred in his sleep and shivered.

The air was frigid. He concluded the heater must have ceased functioning sometime in the middle of the night. If it didn’t, how else could he explain how frosty the temperature in his room was? He took a deep breath and exhaled through his mouth, rubbing a palm over his abdomen. It felt as if he was sleeping beside a block of ice. Groggily, he huddled further under his blanket and tried to fall back into slumber.

Five more minutes, he thought, and then, this early bird will catch the worm… no, the villains.

A shift on his bed followed by a yawn drew his attention. He froze. Eyes shut but conscious and alert, he spread out a number of his feathers and confirmed it: an intruder was on his bed.

Hawks opened his eyes and found a sight that made them go as wide as saucers. A scantily clad woman was curled up next to him, comfortably sleeping as if she was on her own bed. She mumbled something incoherently and embraced his torso, her hold loose but enough for him to feel the outline and curves of her body. A puff of breath from her parted lips tickled his bare chest. Her skin was as cold as ice, and for a second, he wondered if she was feeling unwell—until he came to his senses. He recounted the events of the previous night in search of any factor that could’ve led to this situation.

Hawks had gone through the daily grind of flying around and catching villains. It had been a busier day than usual. Exhausted after his final patrol, he opted to order take-out at a fast-food restaurant on his way home instead of dining in. He ate his dinner, freshened up, put a random pair of sweatpants on, and went to sleep. He failed to recall encountering her last night, and he was certain she wasn’t here when he plopped down on his bed.

Hawks had never met this woman before.

However, from what he was seeing, he slept beside this woman. He didn’t sleep with her, right? There was no way such a thing would slip his mind.

Was he going insane? Was he having his annual spring rut? Was he so sexually frustrated that he was having a realistic hallucination of a very attractive woman sleeping next to him?

“Good morning,” said a feminine voice, still husky from the early hour, near his ear.

Despite the silent questions he raised, the softness of the lips pressing on his cheek was real.

Very much so.

Languidly, the woman sat up, stretched her arms above her head, and let out a contented hum. She stepped out of the bed and left the room while combing her fingers through her snow-white hair, unperturbed.

Hawks, who was still dubious of the situation, left the bed and slipped on the first t-shirt he could lay his feathers on. He went after the woman and found her in the kitchen, browsing through the contents of the refrigerator with a frown.

She cocked her head to the side and scrunched her eyebrows. “Didn’t we go grocery shopping yesterday? Why is everything gone? Don’t tell me you got hungry in the middle of the night and ate it all.”

The two of them went grocery shopping? Yesterday?

Without waiting for his response, the woman grabbed two eggs from the shelf and closed the refrigerator. She set them aside and bent down to get a frying pan from the cabinet.

Hawks wondered how she knew where he kept his cookware, but before he could dwell on the thought, he found out it wasn’t all that she was cognizant of.

The woman knew how to operate the rice cooker and coffee maker easily and prepared breakfast with such familiarity that if he didn’t know better, he’d say it was her kitchen and not his.

All the while, he stood at the entrance, wary and ready to defend himself when she decided to strike—except she did nothing of the sort.

“By the way, have you seen my eyeglasses?” she asked, setting the plate of fried eggs on the table. “It wasn’t on the nightstand. I forgot where I put them.”

“Who are you?” Hawks finally uttered the question he was dying to find the answer to. He took a tentative step forward as a predator would when it stalked its prey. “How did you get in my place?”

She glanced at him but paid his threatening action no mind, filling two mugs with coffee. “Huh?”

“It’s a serious question, Miss,” he stated, his expression grave and stern. “Who are you?”

Silver eyes met his golden ones. For some inexplicable reason, he was taken aback, but before he could mull over the peculiar impression he sensed, the question that left her lips had alarm bells ringing in his head.

“What are you talking about, Keigo?”

Keigo.

She called him Keigo.

He launched one of his longer feathers to his palm and aligned it toward her neck as one would with a sword. The tip of the feather brushed a strand of her hair, from which he spotted distinctive crimson streaks from. It was a unique feature that would help confirm her identity if she refused to speak. “Are you a spy? Who sent you?”

Panicked, she shook her head and waved her hands in front of her in denial. “I’m not a spy! No one sent me!”

“How did you know that name?”

“Which name?”

“Stop pretending you don’t know what’s going on,” he snapped, glaring at her. “My real name. How did you know it?”

“You told me.”

His birth name was classified information. From the day he was instructed to live as Hawks, he had buried his past and told no one his real name. Nobody—save for his estranged parents, the Hero Public Safety Commission, and himself—should have been aware of it. Not even his sidekicks, nor his fans, and definitely not the woman standing in front of him. “You’re lying.”

“Keigo, are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?” The menacing stance he had did nothing to deter her. She stepped forward and touched his head in search of any injuries. When she found none, she retreated and put her hands behind her back. “If I remember correctly, we’ve been on a first-name basis since we met. Well, kind of.”

Why would he reveal his real name to someone he just met? He would never do that. 

Was this woman a delusional fangirl of his? He had encountered a few cases of those, but none of them had gone as far as this woman. She wasn’t from around here, he noticed, as she wasn’t speaking in Hakata-ben. Regardless, this was a penthouse of an exclusive condominium in Kyushu. How was she able to get past the security?

“We’ve never met. I don’t know who you are,” he stated without room for argument. “Now, tell me how you got in, and I’ll turn you in to the police myself.”

She stared at his face quietly, deep in thought. After a long pause, an epiphany struck her, and she spoke in a hesitant tone, expecting the worst, “Sorry, but… could you, perhaps, tell me what year it is?”

“That’s an odd question, Miss. What year do you think it is?”

The response she gave him left him disconcerted. With an uncertain voice, she told him today's month and day correctly, but she added three years to the current year.

When he revealed she was wrong, she backed away and buried her face in her hands.

“Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry!” she cried out with an apologetic bow, on the verge of bursting into tears. “We haven’t met yet, haven’t we? This must be so strange to you.”

“We’ve never met.”

“Yeah, not yet.” She paced back and forth and turned to him. “Do you mind if I look around for a bit? I just want to confirm it.”

He didn’t rule out the possibility she was unhinged, but he wanted to know what her deal was before handing her over to the authorities. Humoring her, he let go and returned his large feather to his wings, relenting. “Fine.” 

In case she had any funny business up her sleeve, he followed her. A few of his feathers hovered around her as a safety precaution, too. Yet as he observed her, he had to ask himself: how come she was able to roam around his place like she owned it? 

Similar to the way she acted in the kitchen, she barged inside his walk-in closet effortlessly. Stumbling upon rows and rows of men’s clothing, she mumbled, “My clothes…”

She peeked inside the bathroom and found a lone toothbrush on the sink and men’s products everywhere. “My toiletries…”

In front of an empty space in the living room, she stared and murmured, “My books…”

“None of my belongings are here.” She shook her head with a sigh, momentarily forgetting she had company as she glanced at the calendar on the wall. “I really am in the past.”

Keigo placed a hand on her shoulder, rousing her from her reverie. “Care to explain?”

The sound of her stomach grumbling interrupted her before she could speak. She covered her midriff in embarrassment, the skimpy nightgown she had on drawing his attention again. “Sorry.”

Keigo sighed. From a logical point of view, the current evidence indicated this woman as a threat. However, his feathers tingled in a different way than they would when they sensed danger was in the midst. He had gathered from her whispers that she believed she was from the future. Something strange was going on, and he would get to the bottom of it.

With a few small feathers, he grabbed a hoodie from his closet and offered it to her. “You can wear this.”

“Oh, thank you.” She slipped the hoodie on and awkwardly continued, “It’s cold, isn’t it? Not that I’m bothered or anything, though. I actually don’t mind the cold much, don’t worry! Haha…”

That’s not it, he thought but didn’t bother saying aloud. She already cooked breakfast, might as well let her eat it.

“You can enlighten me of the situation while you eat,” Keigo decided, leading her to the dining area. He pulled a chair out and instructed, “Sit down.”

She followed him wordlessly and watched as he set the table, brought the cooked rice, and sat in front of her. Upon noticing he wasn’t making any move to grab a serving, she spoke, “Aren’t you going to eat? I didn’t put anything weird in there, I promise.”

Keigo had witnessed her prepare them earlier. He didn’t see or smell anything weird in the food either.

She sensed his reluctance and lifted the chopsticks between her fingers. As proof of her innocence, she took a bite of the fried egg and swallowed. “See? It’s fine.”

Keigo acquiesced, putting a portion of rice and egg in his bowl.

“Thank you for the food,” they said in unison.

He took a much-needed sip of coffee and began with his inquiry, “Think you can tell me what’s up now, Miss?”

“Yesterday afternoon, a young girl’s Quirk went out of control and hit me. Nothing happened, but my companion and I went to the hospital to be sure. The doctors said it was a mutation type of Quirk, but they couldn’t confirm anything since the girl’s exact power was unknown.”

That companion was supposedly him. “And then?”

“Since nothing was wrong with me, they sent us home. We went to this penthouse, ate dinner, and slept. But when I woke up, I’m… here. In the past,” she told him. “One of the doctors did advise us to wait for twenty-four hours, so maybe, that’s my time limit.”

“You’re sure this is the past? Not an alternate universe?”

“I think so.”

“How are you going to come back to your own time?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth? Why should I believe you?”

“I…” Contemplative, she paused before offering a suggestion. “I’d like to wait for twenty-four hours, at least.”

“And if nothing happens?”

“I’ll turn myself in to the authorities if you’ll insist, but I hope you’ll at least let me call someone for help.”

“Let me guess. A colleague? Perhaps, a fellow villain?”

“No, I’m not a villain. My—” she broke off mid-sentence again, carefully choosing her words, “—a family member would know what to do, I think.”

“How suspicious.”

“Look, I know twenty-four hours is a lot to ask, especially from the Number T...hree Hero, but I’m also confused right now. If I’m being honest, I’d like to go back to where I came from right at this moment,” she confessed. “I hope you can bear with me for a while. It will really help me. Please.”

Keigo felt the accusation he was about to utter stuck in his throat. Sincerity and anxiety radiated from her words. His instincts told him it was an honest appeal for his assistance. While he was still unsure, he was a Hero, and the woman in front of him, a suspected villain or not, was asking him for help. He couldn’t ignore it.

He grabbed his phone with a stray feather and dialed his secretary’s number. “Hello, good morning. It’s Hawks. I won’t be coming in today. It’s an emergency situation, and I’ll be on surveillance duty.”

“Roger, Sir. I’ll let your sidekicks know.”

“By the way, don’t ask why, but can you send a set of women’s clothes to my place? Toiletries, as well. Thanks! Bye-bye!”

“Thank you,” the woman told him as he ended the call. This time, she was unable to hold back her tears, and she wiped them immediately with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Thank you so much. I’m really sorry for the inconvenience, Keigo—I mean, Hawks!”

Silence reigned during the rest of the breakfast. It wasn’t the awkward nor the comfortable type. She was engrossed in her thoughts while he was on high alert. After they finished eating, she volunteered to do the dishes, and he allowed her to, knowing she needed a moment alone to collect herself. He stayed at a considerable distance in the living room instead, aware she finished the task without any issues.

Keigo looked up from the YAP! News article on his phone and observed as the woman plopped down on the other side of the sofa and grabbed the remote control on the coffee table.

As if she felt his sharp gaze on her, she turned her face to his direction, and realization dawned on her.

“Whoops, sorry! I just…” she blurted out, embarrassed at the faux pas she committed. “Nevermind. Do you mind if I watch TV?”

“It’s fine.”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, redirecting her eyes to the television. She flipped the channels to find something appealing to watch and came upon an animated magical girl franchise. “Oh, PreCure!” 

“I see,” he noted, caught off guard she chose that show over the morning news on one channel and a rerun of a documentary about the most recent Hero Billboard Chart JP on another. “You’re into these kinds of shows?”

“I happen to know a lot of kids. They love this show,” she replied, heat creeping up her cheeks. “Besides, there’s no such thing as being too old to watch anime.”

“Yeah.” An amused smile crept upon his lips. “You’re right about that, Miss.”

She would squint her eyes from time to time throughout the episode. In addition, since she had been looking for her eyeglasses earlier, he deduced she had poor eyesight. Keigo thought she might get a headache later on if she continued watching television like that. That would be bad, wouldn’t it?

It turned out, he had no need to fret about such a thing from happening. A couple of hours later, she ended up dozing off. He stood, turned the television’s volume down, and fixed her position in a way she could lay down and sleep properly.

How could she let her guard down like that? he asked himself, covering her with a blanket. She seems fatigued, though.

Unable to figure her out, he took a seat on the solo sofa and let her be, still on surveillance duty.

While she didn’t mention anything about being unwell, she was exhausted—that much was obvious. It was only at lunchtime when she awoke from her nap, the sound of the doorbell serving as her alarm clock. Behind the door, the pizza delivery man stood with Keigo’s order in his hands. Keigo settled the payment and brought the box to the living room. He set the box on the table and untied the string on top of it. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m okay.”

“Are you feeling sick or anything?”

“No, just tired.” She shut her eyes and massaged her fingers over her temple. “It must be a side effect of the girl’s Quirk. I’m not usually like this.”

He didn’t know this woman, but he knew how being sick without medicine felt: miserable. “Tell me if you need anything. I’ll get it.”

Her eyes fluttered open drowsily. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not that bad. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you want to freshen up after you eat?” He handed her a sealed paper bag through a feather on its handle. “The clothing and toiletries I asked for earlier arrived while you were sleeping.”

“I will.” She waited for him to release the paper bag with her palms wide open. When he did, she caught it and put it on her lap. “Thanks.”

Keigo decided to take his turn in using the bathroom after she did.

As soon as he stepped inside and shut the door, he was surrounded by her presence. Droplets of water trickled from the tiled walls to the floor. The delicate scent of floral shampoo and the fragrance of milk and honey body wash clung in the air; soft and sweet. No part of his house had smelled like that before. Another crack made its way through his composure. He was unused to having people over at his place. No, scratch that, he never had people over. Given who he was, he had a lot to protect, and to accomplish that, he must keep his secrets. It was a dangerous line she crossed easily. He found the experience daunting.

As quickly as he could, he finished showering, got dressed, and returned to the living room, where he was able to sense her presence. 

She sat in the same area she occupied earlier, flipping through a random magazine she found on the coffee table. The cream-colored turtleneck shirt and acid wash jeans she was wearing clung to her body in all the right places. Upon seeing him, she looked up from the pages and shut the magazine. “Hawks?”

“Y-Yes?” He cleared his throat. “What is it?”

“You’re twenty-two years old at the moment, right?”

“Yeah.”

She chuckled good-naturedly. “I’m still older than you.”

“Is that so?” he asked, unsure of how to respond to her statement. “Are you also older than me where you came from?”

“That’s right.” She returned the magazine to the table and stood. “By the way, do you mind if I wash my clothes?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thank you.”

She gave him a smile and left.

Dumbfounded by their bizarre exchange, Keigo stared at her retreating form and frowned.

She didn’t even ask him where the washing machine was.

The woman stood by the glass walls, the pad of her fingertips touching the surface as she stared at the carmine and amber hues of the setting sun.

Keigo made his way next to her and observed the view closely. The scenery was breathtaking from this altitude. He couldn’t blame her for being enamored by it. It was one of the reasons he picked this penthouse. The sky was fascinating, no matter the weather or the time of the day it was.

“Are you curious?” she asked out of the blue, her gaze still on the horizon.

“About what?”

“The future.”

“Well, I don’t really know if you’re from the future or not,” he admitted, an absurd idea popping inside his mind. “How about you tell me something that will happen a week or so from now?”

“Like a major event?”

“Something like that,” he said, although he speculated a definite answer from her would be unlikely. “Anything will do.”

“Okay, that would be an effective way to check.” The woman nodded. “If what I’m about to tell you happens, will you believe me, then?”

“It depends.” He turned to look at her. Her casual agreement caught him by mild surprise, his curiosity multiplying as the seconds ticked by. “But let’s say you do disappear and come back to wherever you came from after twenty-four hours. At that point, it wouldn’t matter, wouldn’t it?”

“It would. At least, to me, it would,” she stated, meeting his gaze. “I’ve got nothing to lose by telling you, but you have to promise not to meddle. If this is the past, the future timeline shouldn’t be altered.”

“Fair enough,” he agreed with a lighthearted laugh. “Sounds like a plot of a movie.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” She gave him a smile and fiddled with her fingers. The shift in the mood was palpable as she began, “A few days after the term at U.A. High School begins, a class will be attacked by a group of villains.”

“U.A.’s security system is top-notch, though,” he pointed out, not bothering to conceal his doubt. “I don’t see anything like that happening.”

“Everyone thought so, too.” Amused, she added, “Knowing you, by now, you’re already aware that All Might is going to be a teacher at U.A., aren’t you?”

“How did you—”

“I just do, okay?” She clasped her hands behind her back and leaned in. “Remember, you promised not to meddle.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “But if it does happen, who knows? You might have known of it because you’re a member of that ‘group of villains’ yourself.”

“I’m not! I’m not a member of that group of villains.” A chuckle fell past her lips, one tinged with amusement and melancholy. “That’s… not me.”

She returned her gaze to the scenery of Kyushu, and it gave Keigo a good view of her shoulder-length hair. The crimson streaks in it stood out against its dominant white color. When he thought about it, he couldn’t help but compare it to the color of his feathers. They were so alike that a smaller feather of his would blend in with them perfectly. He chided himself for thinking that way.

And so, instead, Keigo debated whether the crimson streaks in her hair were natural or otherwise.

The late-night news was on in the background as the two of them partook in their share of fast-food chicken meals. It was from the same restaurant Keigo visited last night except, this time, he ordered them online and waited for them to arrive after twenty minutes.

“I wish you didn’t have to have meals delivered all the time,” the woman lamented and took a sip of soda. “Eat healthier when you can, okay?”

“Aww, are you concerned about me?” he asked half-jokingly, setting the empty cardboard packaging aside.

“Of course.”

Keigo was quiet at that, once again blindsided by her candidness. He had only met this woman today, yet she cared enough about him to trouble herself about his diet. 

“Hawks,” she spoke, her voice gentle and hesitant, but of what, he didn’t know. “Are you doing okay right now?”

“Just peachy,” he answered promptly like he always did, pushing those strange thoughts aside. “Why would you ask me that?”

A long pause passed before she opened her mouth to respond. “You told me there were times you thought of the HPSC as a birdcage—sometimes, a shackle. Even if I know better, meeting you in this time of your life worries me.”

By then, the sound coming from the television was nothing but white noise. Everything she uttered was the truth. Those were sentiments he had hidden deep inside him and swore to keep to himself. This woman knew about them, though—she knew him well. He found no rational explanation for the way she was aware of specific matters he dared not to speak about. How else would she know them if he didn’t tell her? Maybe, not now, but in the future.

At that point, he started to truly believe her. One thing, however, kept creeping inside his mind once he came to terms with it. He stared at her intently, trying to unravel the mystery that came in the form of this woman. “Who are you in my life?”

“Uh, I am…” She averted her gaze, a blush forming on her cheeks. “That would be a spoiler, wouldn’t it?”

“I want to know.” Keigo was a sharp man. He already had an inkling of who she would be for him in the future, but he wanted the confirmation to come from her lips. “Tell me.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of a bell, similar to that of a cat’s, rang three times, diverting their attention.

The next thing he knew, the woman in front of him had vanished into thin air.

Keigo searched the entire penthouse but found her nowhere. He considered the possibility she had been a figment of his imagination, but he ultimately believed she wasn’t.

The cardboard container of her meal remained on the coffee table, in front of the seat she took earlier. The wooden chopsticks laid on top of a folded sheet of tissue paper, their tips dampened and darkened by the savory sauce of the chicken she ate and said was delicious. Inside his bathroom, the toiletries she used were arranged neatly on the corner of the sink.

The white cotton nightdress, as well as the hoodie she borrowed, hung on the metal clothing rack in the washing area, fresh with the detergent he liked best. A matching pair of underwear with a dainty ribbon—lingerie, to be specific—dangled beside them, mocking him for having thoughts he shouldn’t have had. He laughed them off as best as he could but didn’t know what to do with them. In the end, he decided to put them inside the unused drawer in his walk-in closet.

She might have disappeared, but she didn’t do it without a trace.

He checked his wristwatch and saw it was past midnight. If her assumptions and calculations were correct, it meant she had arrived on his bed last night around this time. He wondered if she made it to the future safely. 

He hoped so.

Hawks kept his feathers vigilant for any clues regarding the supposed surprise attack at U.A. High School. The mysterious woman would appear in his mind frequently because of the information she had given him concerning the near future. It piqued his interest because he found nothing about it. He couldn’t meddle at all even if he knew, which he could imagine, for her, was a good thing.

To his credit, he got the wind of the news before the press did. Class 1-A was attacked by a group called the League of Villains during an on-campus activity in the Unforeseen Simulation Joint training facility. People dubbed it as the U.S.J. Incident. The League of Villains aimed to put an end to All Might but failed in the end. Their leader, however, had gotten away. Hawks couldn’t help but consider what kind of trouble they would stir up in the future. He had to investigate further.

On the flip side, it further proved that the woman he encountered in his home was telling the truth. She was from the future. He opened the door to his penthouse and made his way to his bedroom, remembering her again. In retrospect, they had gotten themselves into quite a mess during the day she appeared. 

Not that he’d see her anytime soon, or so he thought.

It was a faint sound, but nevertheless, a familiar one. An invisible bell rang three times, and a feminine voice spoke beside him, causing him to stop in his tracks in wonder.

“Do you believe me now?” the woman asked, her head tilting to the side. Her doe eyes, framed with eyeglasses this time, twinkled with hopefulness.

“You’re here,” he blurted out, “again.”

“Yeah.” She leaned backward and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I have twenty-three hours this time.”

“One hour less than last time,” he pointed out. “But how did you know?”

“We had time to visit the doctor again. The young girl has a Quirk that sends people back in time. Time Quirks are rare, so existing studies about them are insufficient to undo the whole thing. I can’t elaborate too much on the details, but there’s nothing I can do but go through the whole time travel duration. After this, there will be twenty-two more instances when I will appear somewhere near you at a random moment, each time lessened by an hour.”

“For how long?”

“A year, more or less.”

“But out of all the places you could appear in, why does it happen where I am?” he asked, meticulously processing the information she had given him. “Not that I’m complaining or anything. I’m just curious.”

“I…” she paused, contemplating whether or not to tell him, “because you were the one closest to me when I was struck by the girl’s Quirk.”

“How close?”

“We were standing next to each other.”

“And?”

“We were… holding each other’s hand.”

“Ah.” He nodded. “So, we really do have that kind of relationship, huh?”

She rolled her eyes and averted her gaze, folding her arms in front of her chest. “I’m not going to answer that.”

Despite her dismissal, the pink tinge of her cheeks betrayed her composure. It was all the answer he needed to his question.

They were together. Three years in the future, the two of them were in a relationship. How did such a thing happen?

Time would tell. For now, a cordial smile tugged at his lips, knowing exactly where to begin. “What’s your name?”

“If I tell you,” she said hesitantly, “will you promise not to look for me?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to change the present—I mean, my present—where I’m from. The future, if you will, in your case.”

“Okay, then.” Keigo nodded. It was a reasonable condition, after all. “I promise.”

“Great.” She grinned, relieved he gave her his word. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Fuyumi.”

Notes: The three-year difference in their timelines and the sound of a bell ringing was inspired by Kimi no Na wa, one of my favorite movies.

I was actually working on a fic for another ship, but I thought of Huwumi again and ended up writing this instead.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you for reading! ❄️

Alone Together

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Character Sheet - Evander Winsome

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Name: Evander Winsome Age: 26 Pronouns: He/him Birthdate: 12th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

~~PLACE OF ORIGIN~~ Race: Hyur From the First: Interracial heritage:

Hometown/city: Limsa Lominsa Current residence/popular haunt:Ul’dah

~~APPEARANCE~~

Eyes: brown | blue | green | gold | red | purple | multicoloured | other (amber) Hair: brunette | black | blonde | red (ginger or crimson?) | grey/white (aged or natural?) | multicoloured | none | other (…) Hair type: straight | curly | ringlets | wavy | wiry | frizzy | voluminous | thin | other (unruly) Hair style: A shaggy mop deeply in need of a trim, permanent hat hair. (It’s Aymeric hair. I can’t imagine he’ll ever wear the outfit, but the hair was worth it!) Body type: beefy | curvaceous | fat | lean | muscular | petite | skinny | stocky | other (…) Height: short | tall | specific measurement (5′9) Skin: ashen | caucasian | dark | fair | freckled | olive | tanned | other Facial features: birthmark | beard (stubble) | face paint | fur | scales | scars | tattoos | other (…) Body features: birthmark | beard | ears (anything unique about them) | face paint | fur | missing limb/s | scales | scars | tail | tattoos | other (…)

Favourite/commonly used clothes:

~~SKILLS~~ DoL/DoH Botanist | Fisher | Miner | Alchemist | Armorer | Blacksmith | Carpenter | Culinarian | Goldsmith | Leatherworker | Weaver fun | profit | self-sustainability

~~COMBAT~~ Main discipline Gladiator/Paladin | Marauder/Warrior | Dark Knight | Gunbreaker | Astrologian | Conjurer/White Mage | Arcanist/Scholar/Summoner | Thaumaturge/Black Mage | Blue Mage | Red Mage | Pugilist/Monk | Lancer/Dragoon | Rogue/Ninja | Samurai | Archer/Bard | Machinist | Dancer

Secondary/Tertiary/Extra Classes Gladiator/Paladin | Marauder/Warrior | Dark Knight | Gunbreaker | Astrologian | Conjurer/White Mage | Arcanist/Scholar/Summoner | Thaumaturge/Black Mage | Blue Mage | Red Mage | Pugilist/Monk | Lancer/Dragoon | Rogue/Ninja | Samurai | Archer/Bard | Machinist | Dancer

Fighting style aggressive | cautious | hard-and-fast | tactical | defensive | protective | all out | wait-and-see | charge in headlong | reckless | self-sacrificing | party-oriented | loner |

Any difficulties with magical/physical disciplines? Nothing in particular

~~PERSONALITY TRAITS~~ abrasive | abusive | accepting | aggressive | analytical | anxious | arrogant | assertive | brave | bossy | calm | caring | cautious | cheerful | chronic liar | confident | controlling | cowardly | creative/inventive | cunning | curious | determined | disinterested | envious | fearless | frosty | frugal | generous | greedy | gullible | honest | humorous | impatient | impulsive | indifferent | insecure | intelligent | irresponsible | jealous | just | kind | loyal | lustful | manipulative | materialistic | meek | modest | money-driven | naïve | narcissistic | oblivious | overbearing | patient | passive | perceptive | possessive | prickly | quiet | relaxed | religious | sarcastic | secretive | self-assured | self-conscious | self-deprecating | selfish | selfless | spiritual | strict | stubborn | tired | thoughtful | unpredictable | virtuous | vocal | wary | wise | other

~~LIKES~~ Environment: forest | city streets | markets | the beach | open sea/on the water | mountains | jungle | battlefield | being at home | surrounded by books | other (…) Weather: wind | snow | rain | sunshine | storms | cloudy days Flavors: sweet | salty | sour | bitter | spicy | tart | gamey | spiced | fruity | nutty | leafy greens | other Textures: silk | velvet | cotton | metal | leather | water | spongy | dry granules (sand, sugar, etc) | other (…) Favorite Dish: Dzo steak & popotoes (small, seasoned and baked ones are best, but he won’t turn away mashed or fried) Favorite Color: Whites, browns, grays Favorite Sound: Soft, quiet breaths; glasses tinking together, machinery clicking into place Favorite Smell: Juniper, jasmine, iris; citrus and sandalwood, hard liquor Favorite Place: Anywhere he can find a good drink and great company Favorite Holiday: the Moonfire Faire Other: Evander likes free-spirited people, people who know how to relax, people who aren’t afraid to call him out on his shit, but also aren’t too eager to do so

~~DISLIKES~~ Environment: forest | city streets | markets | the beach | open sea/on the water | mountains | jungle | battlefield | being at home | surrounded by books | other (…) Weather: wind | snow | rain | sunshine | storms | cloudy days Flavors: sweet | salty | sour | bitter | spicy | tart | gamey | spiced | fruity | nutty | leafy greens | other Textures: silk | velvet | cotton | metal | leather | water | spongy | dry granules (sand, sugar, etc) | other (sticky) Least Favorite Dish: Emerald soup, lutefisk. In general, he shies away from things that are really bitter or cloyingly sweet. Least Favorite Color: Really, really, really bright greens, yellows and pinks. Think neon.  Least Favorite Sound: Pained screams, metal grinding against metal Least Favorite Smell: Blood, rot, vomit Least Favorite Place: Jail Least Favorite Holiday: Starlight Other: He has a general disdain for nobility, law enforcement and people who take everything too seriously.

~~HOBBIES~~ art (what medium/s?) | adventuring | cooking | fighting/sparring | finance | gardening | golden saucer attractions (Lord of Verminion, chocobo racing, Doman mahjong, triple triad) | hiking | hunting (game or hunt marks) | lacks hobbies | music | physical sports | reading (almost anything he can get his hands on, though he regards romance novels as a kind of quiet, not-quite-guilty pleasure) | running | scrapbooking | sewing/knitting/other needlework | sightseeing | socializing | swimming | training | writing | other (…)

~~RELATIONSHIPS~~ Parents/Legal Guardian/Parental Figure: mother | father | aunt and/or uncle | grandparents | adoptive | foster | mentor | family friend/godparents | other Siblings: One older brother; deceased Children: None that he knows of Romantic: single | unrequited | crushing | dating | engaged | married | divorced/separated | widow/widower | recently split | it’s complicated (I mean, not to him. To him, it makes total sense. Well, most of it does.) | other (…) Friends: Evander tends to befriend and trust people fairly easily, though it can take him a bit to really open up. Once you’ve hit that point, you’ve likely got a friend for life. Rivals/Enemies: To the best of his knowledge, he’s left these all behind somewhere or other, thanks largely to his restless need to wander. That said, there’s surely a few lurking in the past and there’s always room for more, of course!

Any special gestures of affection they have with people in their life? He’ll often make complaining noises about paying for drinks and dinner, but he’ll do it every time and would be slightly hurt if people didn’t let him.

~~HAVE DEALT WITH/IS DEALING WITH~~ abuse (ongoing or recovering, verbal or physical) | acceptance | a new relationship (unlikely friendship, step-sibling/parent, etc) | a new romance | betrayal | broken heart | budgeting | bullying | caution | confidence | crisis of faith | depression | grief | health issues | how to trust | learning from a mistake (as in “doesn’t enough) | loss | love | new people | new place | opening up to someone/others | parenthood | physical changes (loss of a limb or other sense, inability to do things previously able to) | politics | PTSD | poverty | racism | reconciling previously held beliefs | responsibility | sacrifice (self or of another) | self-acceptance | self-esteem | to value myself | to value others | trauma (medical, mental, emotional) | war | wealth | other (…)

How are they dealing with the most prominent of the above? How does it affect their in day-to-day life, if at all? Poorly, typically.

~~ODDS AND ENDS~~ Notable Weapons He doesn’t have any particular bond with any of his weapons, really. He sees them as tools, and ones that he uses only reluctantly. He sometimes enjoys tinkering with the ones he builds, but that’s more of a hobby than anything. 

Notable Mounts He has various vehicles and machines he likes to fuss over and drive around, but he’s particularly fond of his SDS Fenrir.

In addition to his chocobo—a particularly stubborn beast named Doreen—he’s also fond of his battlesheep, Doctor One and a colossal crab he’s dubbed St. Barnabus.

Notable Minion/s Besides Doctor One and St. Barnabas, Evander is especially fond of various clockworks, automata, wind-ups and models that he’s put together. His favorite is a drone modeled after a Magitek bit that he’s named Valencia.

Keepsakes/Mementos

A pendant in the shape of a swan, a few too many flasks

Chronic Illnesses or Disabilities Evander lives with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. I’ve written about it a few places, most notably at length here and in brief here. How do they deal with these? Depends on the day, really. This isn’t really a thing he has a name for, so it’s not a thing he can easily address. He’s got a sloppily slapped together set coping mechanisms that work about half the time, if he’s lucky. Other than that, he mostly hopes for good days full of things he can convince himself he’s interested in.

Education Level He likes it when people underestimate him, so he’s not always quick to admit to the formal Ishgardian education afforded to him by the family that took him in when he left Limsa Lominsa. He’ll often try to pass it off as eclectic, self-driven studies... Which, admittedly, also played a big part in shaping him. 

Habits There’s a lot of excess in his life. He drinks too much. He eats too much. He stays up too late, too long, and then sleeps too late, too long. He’s almost always got a flask or four on his person, and he often finds that he’s picking up the dinner or drink tab wherever he goes. 

Other Nothing immediately springs to mind, but I’m sure there’s like a dozen things I should put here. This thing has been sitting in my drafts for god-knows-how-long, so I’m just glad to finally get it out there.