#its prolly been longer for them than him

[limelocked]

like something something martyn either partnering with a powerful sponsor that lets him move around the universe as he wishes or gunning to become a constellation meanwhile grian somehow gambles his way into becoming a dokkaebi or something because honestly sitting on his ass waiting for the end of scenarios doesnt seem his style even if he Does hate authority

[greenunoreversecard]

Kai,llyod, and Cole hc of them with a s/o that's kinda like a child of aphrodite from pjo? A bit more like piper though, they hate their gift and have to deal with cat callers alot?

I got cat called by way older men on the way home so this would be really comforting.

A/N:sorry it took so long to get this out for you. Ik my words can't offer much, but I'm sorry you get catcalled, it's not a fun feeling.

Sugar and spice-> Gn! Reader

individual headcanons of kai, cole and lloyd with a stunning S/O

Kai:

Kai, despite being extremely similar to his element in a multitude of ways, is an utter gentleman.

Hes always respectful of you, and makes sure to ask before he touches you in anyway, and is respectful with his eyes as well

With this said, as you guys grow close and start dating, he becomes uber protective of you.

He knows your very stunning.

And he knows others know that as well.

But alot of times, these people are creepy and go about saying: "hi, your outfit is cool" weirdly

And so he won't hesitate to punt a bitch into the sun

Most likely to throw a punch before a word leaves the creeps mouth.

And if your ever feeling gross and icky bc of the creeps?

Bros pulling out every stop.

Hes getting Zane to make a 10 course Michelin star meal, he's getting your comfort items, a hoodie (yours or his, doesn't matter) and he's becoming a 10/10 massager

Hes getting self care items, and a bath along with movies and cuddles with a side of shoulder to cry on

But if you get angry about the creeps??

He eggs you on. Agrees with you"YEAH BABE, FUCK THOSE ASSWIPES"

he will actively encourage any fist fights fights want to start with them

Hes your number 1 hype man, as well as comforter

Cole:

This man worships the ground you walk on. Just generally

Also drinks the respect tea (all of them do)

Hes always telling you how amazing you look, and even gives advice for anything you may need

Clothes? Food? Whatever hobby your working on?

He just has a eye for style of all categories

Hes generally also more down to earth, and realizes its much more than looks that makes a person

Which is why it takes him a bit longer to confess, as he wanted to get to know you better first (this man is demiromantic and demisexual)

Hes also fucking oblivious

So when people are more... sly about their intentions, like wording and such, he prolly won't notice

But the second he gets wind of what they are tryna pull

Hes super passive aggressive

And he slings a arm around your shoulder, or hides you behind him

Trys to talk it out first, and if they don't catch the hint they will catch his hands

Hes not... great with comfort tbh

His mom's dead and his dad's lowkey emotionally unavailable so he's not good at it

But he will rub your back when you cry, and buy takeout

He'll also prolly ask kai or Jay about how to comfort you better, bc both had either a sibling or parent.

He would ask Nia buts she's a younger sibling with a emotional brick wall of a brother so it's next to never she did some comforting.

Hes a little confused when it comes to comfort but Hes got spirit

Lloyd:

He has always been a little silly

So expect to bark at your aggressors

Idk why I just see him barking at your catcallers

Besides that

Hes always relied more on personality for if he likes someone, like cole

Not that kai doesn't care for personality he does, but looks plays a bigger factor for kai than they do cole and lloyd

Anyways

Off topic

Lloyd doesn't make a big deal how you look. Like doesn't comment on your outfits like cole.

Doesnt mean he doesn't think you don't look nice, bc he thinks you look lovely always

But moreso doesn't give a fuck

Wear a potato sack, or go naked, he doesn't give a fuck he just wants to get to the mall before it closes to he can check out the anime shops

He Def has a idrc additude, especially in dragon rising i feel, so I think if you want compliments you'd have to be outright about it, whereas the other two just kinda;"aww my partner is lovely🥰🥰"

And he's like;"babe, love you to bits and pieces but hurry the fucketh upeth I wanna get there before the fucking store closes"

And bc of that he's also the worst at comfort

Like he's always been told to suck it up so he kinda just is like... cool you done? And stands there awkwardly. He will get better with time, but please explain how to help better for future moments bc he was a Lil scared when you started crying.

Anyways back to the beginning about when mfs are being creepy

Barks at them

Fr barks

Bc it weird them out and he thinks it's funny

Or just tries to be as weird as possible

Like starts acting possessed

Crawls backwards on all fours like the lady from the ring or smth

If generally weirdness doesn't work he fights them

Though he tries to scare them off first

[solbaby7]

Take What You Need

pairing: cassian x reader

warnings: just swearing and porn with little plot, prolly a few typos

summary: Stress wears hard on a General's body, so you offer up yours in hopes to provide some much need relief

—

He'd been working so hard.

Forgetting to eat some days and once you'd noticed, you made a point to wake up a bit earlier than normal; a whole hour before he'd stir awake to ensure he had a warm meal and a canteen full of water that you'd ordered be refilled at least twice throughout the day. Cassian always grumbled out some complaint while sleuthing his swords between large wings; hands still wiping sleep from his eyes but he always came home with it empty and a little more life in his cheeks.

"Why not just take a little vacation?" You murmur into his shoulder later than night, his fighting leathers a heap on the ground and Cassian's giant body is pliant in your touch, muscles relaxed from a hot bath and head cushioned by your thighs as your fingers rake through inky hair. "Rhysand wouldn't mind."

"I know but I have too much to do—too little time to get it done. I can't get distracted at a time like this; when Velaris and its people need their safety ensured the most."

It's another version of the same thing he'd always said when you'd ever tried to suggest such a thing but you don't fight it and no anger builds because you know how much this means to him; being able to use his skills to protect his family and his home. "I understand your responsibilities completely; I only worry about the toll they take on you." Your point is easily proven, hands grazing over bare skin and while the hard lines and strong muscle is attractive and jaw dropping, the pained groans that pass full lips makes your heart lurch from the soreness that followed. "When do you get to relax?"

"Whenever you bend over my desk and let me have my way with you."

He means it as a joke—you think. A boyish smirk on manly features, eyes closed in content as you continue your exploration, knuckles grazing the membraneous wings behind him and you'll never grow tired of the goosebumps that litter your skin at the moan that pulls from him. "Okay," You whisper, legs moving below him and he goes to complain, eyes peeling open to make some spoiled little comment about how he hadn't yet given you permission to stop your caring touches but the words never leave his brain. Not when you'd peeled off your—his shirt and tossed it somewhere behind you. "Then have your way with me."

Cassian doesn't answer right away, a little stunned by the breasts displayed perfectly in his line of sight, the dangling little belly ring you'd done yourself with a clean needle and entirely too much time alone. "You're serious?"

"Very." It comes out like a hum, a pleased smile on your face and confidence swells now that you've effectively stunned him to silence with so few words. "You work hard," You explain, eyes actually appreciating the bare skin before you. "I see it and I'm proud of you and if all I can do to help you feel a little better at the end of the day is by being your stress relief—then, I'd be happy to oblige."

He takes no longer to ponder it, rising up and taking in your bare chest like it were the first time all over again. "It's been a rough week, sweet girl." For a second, you think he tells you to fill the silence, to ease you into his fingers hooking into the waistband of your night shorts to slide them down your thighs and over the length of your legs; its dangling over one ankle when he moves on to the next, a low groan emitting when he takes in the bare cunt beneath. "So fucking good to me," Cassian praises and it's when a strong soldiers hands curl around your thighs, fingers gripping at your hips when he drags your ass over the arm of the couch. It's a strain on your back, hips jutted in the air and spine stuck in an arch but you push the mild discomfort aside at how much praise he offers for it. “You just always know exactly what I need.”

The position does little protect you from the ravenous assault of Cassian’s mouth that lowers down against your cunt; lips smacking kisses and tongue darting out to explore until your legs were searching for purchase—something to hold onto or maybe to push against to feel more of his mouth or push it off, you can’t tell but the pleasure is addicting.

Weeks and weeks of your fingers that could never quite compare to Cassian’s; digits thick and skilled when they coat themselves in your arousal and shove it back inside. Every filthy moan encourages him, positive reinforcement fueling his ego more than a million compliments on his physical appearance and he doesn’t slow down until you’re dripping between your legs and struggling for breath. “You sure you can handle it?”

“I have many times before unless something here has changed.”

He chuckles at your smart mouth, the snarky response second nature and he probably would’ve let it go if he wasn’t so high on the dominance—the way you were so quick to offer up your body to him and lay at his mercy while he fucked off the stresses of his job. His heart clenches at the huge display of trust, hands gentle after working an orgasm from you; slick fingers grazing over the soft curve under your breasts. You expect him to linger there; to stick to his usual routine and work as many hickeys onto the malleable flesh until there was no space left to mark but it doesn’t happen.

Just one kiss is pressed to the center of your chest, ears a cutely aware of the boxers dropping to the floor and the throbbing cock burning between your thighs when he smiles down at you with a look you can’t place. "Remember something for me, yeah?"

You nod, words escaping you as you try and fail to figure out that glint in hazel eyes darkened by blown pupils. He's slow about it at first; intentional in the way he teases you with the weeping head of his cock and it takes everything in you not to squirm against the bruising grip on your hips. "I love you."

Your brows furrow at the sentiment, ready to return it either way when it becomes clear why Cassian was being so sweet—so kind and eager to give you pleasure before taking his own because something curls in your stomach when you watch the way he braces himself. Certain he can hear the way you swallow thickly, you glance up at him, voice hesitant. “Cass—“

He cuts you off with a gentle shush, almost placating as he watches where the two of you begin to join and the thick stretch of his head is barely inside before he’s talking again. “You said you wanted to help, right? Help baby, be a good girl and take me.”

It’s easy to give him what he wants when you go boneless in his grasp, each excruciatingly perfect inch of his cock fucking into you like you were as insubordinate and stubborn as his recruits. If it weren’t for the unwavering grip on your hips, the sheer weight behind his thrusts alone would’ve been enough to push you clean off the couch.

It would’ve been a mercy—a reprieve from the brutal pace spurred by your words and there’s nothing you can do but take him, moans spilling and eyes squeezing shut as every single nerve ending felt like it was being electrocuted over and over and over again.

The love shows in his words even when he fucks like he hates you, cock unbelievably deep from this position and the sound of your pussy slurping up his girth is obscene. It couldn’t get any better; watching the hard lines fade to relief, nothing but unrestrained pleasure screwed up on golden skin and your eyes flutter shut when a hand slides up to your throat. “Too good to me,” His voice catches and you know he’s close but there’s something comforting about the fingers loosely gripped around your neck. “—don’t deserve you for a second.”

You’re trying to tell him that it’s not true—that he deserves more than you could ever scrounge up but the words don’t come because Cassian is and he’s spilling such sweet words out even though his fingerprints are bruised into the skin of your hips and you’re certain there’s no way you’re going to be doing much else but sleeping anytime soon. It doesn’t matter, not when his seed is so warm inside and his face finally looks calm as he watches it spill out of you. “Cass—“

“I know you’re tired baby,” The hand around your throat shifts into gentle knuckles dragging slow lines against your cheek; a sweet gesture meant to distract while his other hand stroked around a quickly growing cock. “—but I’m not quite finished yet.”

[kkpaaw]

FOR REAL Branch and the rest of his brothers have known each other barely any of their lives. Really they know nothing about Branch, and Branch only knows what little he can recall of them. I want more of that explored in fics so bad, and the fact that really they STILL don't know each other by the end of TBT- No way they were gone any longer than like a week, and that isn't enough time to really get to know someone, especially when they've got other things to think about (And of course, the fact they don't know what Branch's childhood was like, always love people making content of his bros discovering that)

My first ask! Hello Anon! Nice to meet ya!

YES EXACTLY! I truly wish more fanfics covered this sad reality of the broz cuz its heart wrenching and also very interesting!

I love seeing people make fanfics about them discovering how fucked up Branch's childhood was cuz he truly did go through alot when u stop and really think about it.

Honestly It's a part of their story that, while not said in the movie, is always there. No matter how much they ignored it, the reality of them being strangers to Branch is something that's always gonna be brewing In the background until it gets addressed, if it ever gets addressed

Cuz Branch couldn't have been older than what? 2? 3? Maybe 4? I don't think he was that old cuz he was still in diapers and majority of kids don't develop long term memories until they are around 4 and if we wanna be very generous to say he WAS 4 then means Branch only has like what? A year worth of memories of them of his current age? Maybe not even that? That's literally nothing.

It's honestly a miracle Branch remembers them at all and he prolly only does because the day they split was traumatic to him and trauma memories tend to stick around even at a young age.

If that day didn't have as big of an impact as it did, he prolly would have completely forgotten he even HAD brothers other than a faint feeling of familiarity. And honestly? A part of me WANTS to see a fanfic exploring that possibility where Branch just completely forgot he had brothers and their reaction to it. How angsty it would be. How different would the story of TBT had played out? That kinda of stuff always gets me thinking

[kpopscruggles]

its 🏳️‍🌈 anon here im on vacation so im gonna tell this pent up frustration cause i cant jerk off huhu (gonna make it gay and i cant write so sorry)

a. part time gym trainer college student sungchan surprised that his classmate/crush walk into his gym and having to touch his crush because hes in love with a twink that has never hold a weight before. it ends with a drink or dare where his crush dared sungchan to do push ups and every push up he tries to say his crush's name and after he did it 20 times sungchan dares his crush to do crunches while moaning his name for 20 times

"come on yn u could do more than 5" sungchan said holding your legs while you are laying down obviously red and sweating. sungchan tried his best not to fuck you right then and there.

seeing you struggle do your 6th crunch made sungchan go feral "sungc-" sungchan kisses you passionately

"god i love your voice. but i love shutting you up more"

b. school heartbreaker heeseung (idk if u like enha much but hesjdjjf) always winning his football fuck list competition where they pick a name from a fish bowl and get them to fuck then before finals. with a team full of visuals its not hard but it turned into a challenge when the team decided to prank heeseung's last time playing the game as a senior.

"dude wtf why did you wrote y/n. hes a man!" hee protested

"oh come on dude its obvious how much you wanna fuck this man" jake replied

"DUDE EWW? im not gay + hes a really nice person hes cute hes hella smart hes fun to talk to he does this cute smile when hes especially talking to me an-"

"uh huh the guy youre talking about thats "not ur crush" is right over there" jake put emphasis on not ur crush with finger quotes

oh fuck. hes cute. was all he said on his head when he saw yn

"damn heeseung thought you would last longer than that?" yn said but heeseung just blanked out remembering the first time he saw you before doing the game

"heeseung?" "i love you" it was yn's turn to blank out as all he hesrd after that was a slurs of i love you while heeseung messily drove yn to his high

c. its hard being alone in your 20s especially with drowning yourself in your work while having no one to share anything with: your problems, your success, everything. and its really bad when you have no social life because you cant rant to someone about your two hot buff dilf neighbors who live together.

"they're prolly not into me im a twink theyre daddies maybe thats why they live together" you said over and over again while trying to not look at your neighbors infront of you wearing nothing but sweatpants

"eyes up here sweetheart" sunghoon said

"yk if you want this you could just ask" sungchan said while pointing on his yk what

d. drunk yn has been ranting to his best friend sungchan about his single life, he had always done this but its new years and sungchan is sick and tired of yn's shenanigand

"yn really again? yk what suck it" he opened his jeans and showed his dick thats bulging from his underwear

"are u fucking serious?" yn asked

"deadass. im sick and tired of you ranting that youre a single virgin every year. especially when i could be the one to solve that problem"

"what?" good thing yn didn't heard the last part sungchan said

"are you gonna suck it or not?"

thats all i got 😵‍💫😵‍💫 IDK IF ITS RVEN OK

Sungchan is DEF NOT hiding the fact that he’s enjoying every moment of his name coming you your mouth!!! And when your doing crutches he’ll hold your feet but end up just running his hands up your hips “cmon baby keep up…you can’t grow weak just yet” and his hands with just fiddle with the waistband of your shorts!!! Seeing you struggle would also kill him untill he just smiles “take a rest, you’ll need some energy for what I’m gonna do to this cute body of yours”

Heeseung!!!!!! (I love this plot and yes I love enha) this is definitely something he then can’t go without! He’ll become feral to the point that if you two begin dating or not he’s gonna brag ab you, ab how you make him a cum covered mess, he doesn’t care!!! After every game he’s fucking you because that’s how you give him a lil reward!!!! CAR SEX AFTER PRACTICE!!! He’s just annoyed that his coach was being a dick and just rails you in the backseat of his car while ranting to you at the same time 😭😭

“You wanna see it up close?” Sunghoon would go fucking feral too see you drill over his cock, especially while it’s just in sweatpants “I can give you a little peek if your be a good boy for me, can you do that baby? Hmm?”

Sungchan will just slowly pump his cock “go on, I know you want too which pisses me off even more that I still have to hear you complain..”

[pup-b]

Real long post about an isekai anime that i feel nonone who follows me knows about or if they do prolly hates. If you want my opinion on polygamy in Mushoku Tensei please click under this read more lmao

I really have conflicting feelings on the polygamy aspect of Mushoku Tensei because like... on one hand it has definitely been posturing as an ecchi anime with a harem aspect and I Really can't ignore that. A lot of the earlier episodes involving young Rudy rubbed me very the wrong way, but the main plot kept me invested through the beginning struggle. Then they do something I didn't expect, making Rudy less pervy as he grows up and make genuine, meaningful connections with the people who he loves. He has heart-ache over someone who left him and has problems with intimacy due to the trauma. Later, he opens up again to someone dear to him from his past and marries her, intending to stay monogamous. It suprised me with how genuine the relationships get and how much like people they all feel.

Then Rudy finally reunites with Roxy and I Knew the harem aspect would come up again considering how she's been treated the entire run time of the anime. Again though, I was suprised. Rudy Doesn't just add her to the harem and everyone is magically ok with it. He Doesn't want to be unfaithful to his wife back home and is planning to leave Roxy after their exploration of the Labaryinth. Yes its shitty he had a moment where he cheated and I won't say it's fine he did just cause he was depressed that his dad died, but Roxy dies manage to comfort him and it's clear he would have been out longer if she didn't. Elinalise tells him that since he's not a follower of Millis who demands monogamy so he is free to persue who he wishes, and that she Personally sees nothing wrong with loving more than one person at once even though she Is in a millis approved monogamous relationship right now... it really struck a chord with me. It may not be perfect but it really feels like an endorsement for polyamory to me, and the fact it was handled with such nuance and wasn't just a girl collector because 'Polygamy is Fine in this universe and no one ever has issues with it' is Really refreshing to me. Some people Do take problem with Rudy having two wives, but he talks to them before making anything official and loves them each for who they are and not for being another body he can sleep with.

I usually really don't like harem anime but Damn if Mushoku Tensei didn't get me feeling and thinking... Not to mention all the other poignant moments of dealing with trauma and reckoning with past mistakes and not taking what you have now for granted. Despite the tropes it chooses to dabble with i think it really did the story justice. Mushoku tensei does not use tropes just to gain popularity it really engages with them and feels them out in a realistic sense. At least it does later in its run, early on it just uses the tropes for interest, which.. not ideal for me but considering everything Ican't blame them too much on considering the Isekai market rn. I think everyone saying the story is just for the author to justify cheating is Really missing the point of the relationships.

[flatfuckfridays]

checks watch. in 2-ish hours you'll have had this blog for a week. just a week. in this week, you have

• adopted 75% of the anons you interact with (guess we're not just plebians now, >:] you made the mistake of getting ✨️attached✨️)

• gotten vark a friend (please tell vinny we love him. vark too, ofc <3)

• partially burnt down your fucking house for a day

• got so overwhelmed by your disaster children eating BEES (coupled w some other things, of course) that you blacked out the city for over 30 minutes (thats longer than when ALASTOR CAME BACK???)

• teamed up with alastor twice (TWICE!!) to kill abusive parents (actually, uh, you guys willing to make that a third? maybe ;v;)

• realized you're cisn't oh wait- nvm, scratch that one off, THAT egg hasn't cracked yet. prolly will soon, though

...and, again, ITS BEEN LESS THAN A WEEK. man, no WONDER this place is THE hellsite, even by hells standards... (I say this with love)

[Geez- it’s only been that long?-]

Ok MAYBE I’ve gotten a LITTLE attatched-

Ofc I shall tell them both you love them💙🦈🦈

… hush /lh

… hush x2 /lh

YES. I’d be willing to make it a third. POINT. ME. IN. THE. DIRECTION.

pARDON- no no elaborate on that /hj

Ooc// No lie it really does feel like it’s both been longer and shorter than just a week with you guys XD /pos

Glad I made this blog and glad all the adjacent blogs do their bloggy things, MUCH LOVE TO THE MUNS, ANONS, NON-ANONS, ARTISTS, AND SHITPOSTERS WHO INTERACT AND MAKE UP THE A/V² LOVE YALLL /P

[messenger-of-stupidity]

Honestly Blake is one of the most interesting characters ever

Bestie, I could go on for a while on how much I love Blake. (Like Cam I'm quieter about him being in my top five.)

(Hi future Messy here, this went on for longer than I thought because I took this as an excuse to give an analysis on why I like Blake. So all of that is under the cut if you're interested.)

I like yanderes by themselves (one of the reasons I enjoyed Ivan's storyline.) but the fact that Blake isn't your typical form of yandere when you think about the word is even better. Like when you think of yandere you think of "oh my god I've been drugged and tied up in a basement while this person monologues at me about how we're meant to be together. I haven't seen this person before/saw them once or twice but don't really remember them!"

Meanwhile with Blake, he's been friends with his listener for years. (Probably childhood friends even though it's never directly confirmed. I think it just says Yandere Cult friend)

He also never tried to push them to be with him. Maybe that's because his listener was made aware of his tendencies (I would give my left kidney for a flashback audio of how THAT conversation happened. Also if Erik released a BA of Blake and Bestie's first night together, I would probably invest in patreon ngl. The knowledge that Vega has two audios *even if its impVega* was almost enough. But I'd also prolly get uncomfy trying to listen to it. It really depends how he makes the BA's. N e ways) so they would be able to call him out if he started growing more obsessive and possessive.

Although they might like that considering they agreed to be with him after he said he won't be able to give them space or distance.

I've looked into childhood friend yanderes, and usually they still end up drugging their love interest or whatever and bring up the fact that "we make such good friends, you know we would be perfect together" type of thing.

BUT Blake never does that. He's one of those rare yanderes who understand boundaries and respect their love interests enough to not push past those. It makes him less intense of a yandere (and acts as a gateway drug to get people into yanderes. But that's besides the point.) He's just content being in their life.

Could this be because he knows his listener is going to die soon, and he doesn't want to waste time trying to be more when he's content just having their attention? Sure. He might be trying to change their future, but he still needs to prepare for it to come in case he fails.

Imagine having someone who is willing to drop anything for you, joins a cult to try to save you, commits crimes for you... but also respects any boundaries on the relationship you have with them? Yes please.

Not to mention, whenever he's with his listener... Blake becomes so soft. Sure, the change in how he treats Sunshine and how he treats his listener can be a bit startling. But that change is what makes him being soft so much more enjoyable to me. He has the ability to be a total asshole, but he's not. (Same type of reason why I like tsunderes or soft manipulators like Vega.)

Now that's not to say that I don't like how mean Blake can be. The way he's so harsh and passionate about something that he's willing to risk anything? The way he talks down to Sunshine? Uses their nickname as a weapon against them (makes me wonder if they'll ever be able to hear it the same again, even if it comes from Elliot.)? I eat that up.

I got on my rose colored glasses, so there just seems to be a lot of flags right now.

[the-archangel]

Finally!

We've all waited for it to happen, for weeks and weeks we've hung on, finally it does and V is awestruck - and maybe Johnny is too. Also, it's accidentally exactly 1000 words long and still very little happens!

“It’s 4AM V, go the fuck back to sleep.”

V had been tossing and turning for hours, Johnny could sleep through that, but now he’s (albeit very quietly) talking to someone over the holo and that’s just a step too far.

“Gimme a minute,” the merc whispers softly to whoever is in the other end of the call, “Just fuck off if I’m disturbing your beauty sleep, no one asked you to lurk on the side of my bed.” he hisses to Johnny.

“Where else am I going to go in the middle of the night? Sides, I’ve been looking after your interests.” V looks at the Rockerboy quizzically. “The egg moves…”

V follows Johnny’s eyes over to the other side of the room, it was on the tip of his tongue to ask what new gonkery Johnny had dreamt up to stop him talking to Kerry when he saw it, the egg moved. “I’ll call you back.” he tells his new input and crawls over the bedding to sit next to his imaginary friend. “What’s it doing?” he asks in hushed tones.

“How the fuck should I know?” Johnny replies, “and why are we whispering?”

V shrugs, if he’s honest the stupid egg had been sat in that bowl for so long he’d presumed it was a lost cause, but there it was rattling around the ceramic and making a gentle tapping noise. “How long’s it been, y’know, moving?”

“Couple of hours. Few more and you’ll be living the high life.”

Johnny receives another confused look, “What?”

“Think of the eddies V, there’s idiots who’ll pay through the nose for an iguana.”

They sit staring a little while longer as the egg jumps and skitters around the bowl, “What’s an iguana?”

The exasperated look Johnny gives V is almost audible, “It’s a lizard,” he tells him surprisingly patiently, “mostly found in South America. Though where a low-rent merc like you found it I can’t imagine. Been looking at that thing for months wondering if it was ever going to do something.”

V goes over to the bowl crouching until it’s at eye level and looking with child-like wonder as a tiny crack appears in the shell. “Got it from Yorinobou’s suite at Konpeki Plaza, wasn’t even sure the lizard was real, it was just sitting there like some kind of weird statue. Thought the egg would make a preem souvenir… though it turns out I got more than one of them that day.”

Johnny nods, “Shoulda maybe stopped at the lizard.” He looks at the back of V’s head waiting for a reaction, receiving none he crouches down beside him joining the vigil. “Look, you can see it through the crack.”

Sure enough, movement can be seen through the growing crack, a tiny nibbling action working on expanding the hole and making an escape.

“I used to know a guy in the market in Japantown that traded in exotic shit like this, doubt he’s still there but someone over there’s bound to still do shady lizard related dealings.” V nods in a non-committal way, he’s mesmerised by the newly revealed pink nose poking through the gap with every nibble. “Ten thousand at least,” Johnny continues, “prolly more, if you’re lucky there’s a few gonks out there ready to get into a bidding war for a super-rare dude like this one.”

“Jackie would’ve really loved this,” V murmurs wistfully, “he’d be calling Misty over so they could sit and watch it together thinking of names and picking out tanks.”

“Yeah well, you’ve just got me. Call it Eddie and let someone else do the hard work.”

The two men continue to stare at the slowly dissolving egg, mesmerised by the emerging hatchling. When nothing appears to happen for several seconds the pair exchange worried looks, but the tiny animal is merely taking a breather from its hard work and soon resumes the destruction of its former home. More of its face is revealed, big eyes and bright green skin, a pink tongue helping it gulp down its first meal. V’s face softens, this may be the most magical thing he’s ever witnessed – apart from that one guy who miraculously came back to life after V’s blades cut his head off, but that was more a cyberware malfunction than an actual miracle.

“What do iguanas eat?”

“How the fuck should I know, bugs or some shit. It’ll do just fine in here.”

V considers giving Johnny a dark look for that crack, but he has a point; Nibbles is often noisily wrestling some sort of wildlife in the middle of the night.

“You’re not seriously thinking about keeping it? Think of the eddies!”

Both pair of eyes swing back to the tiny lizard drawn by the sound of the egg shell quietly falling to one side allowing the hatchling to push itself free and lay panting in the detritus. It’s intelligent eyes roam curiously around the room finally focusing on a surprised Johnny who lifts a finger to stroke it’s head. “It can see me!” He marvels as the creature preens under his touch.

“There’s a tank at Jackie’s place we could use,” muses V.

“Nah, this one’s a free spirit. Let it have the run of the place, it can share bug duties with your ugly cat.”

“The ugly cat you spend most of the day murmuring to whilst you’re both curled up on the couch?”

“Only cuz you’re such shit company. Look, it wants to get out of the bowl”

V gently lets the lizard skitter onto his hand and holds it up to look it over. Johnny leans in looking over V’s shoulder and the men have matching smiles as the hatchling’s tail wraps around V’s wrist. “I think I’m gonna call it Jack.” The brown eyes look straight into V’s and seem to approve.

“Yeah, that’s a good name, I’m just gonna, y’know keep an eye on it for while.”

“You do that Johnny.” Says V grinning.

[its-the-val-pal]

Cliché

This is uuuuhh prolly a last attempt to reach out/try to find some RP/people to do stuff with in game! SO if any of this intrigues you and you’re looking for some RP connections to do stuff with, feel free to reach out and let me know!

Stop me if you've heard this one before: A man walks into a bar. Something something looking for a job. Something something chip on his shoulder; a bone to pick with the world. Love lost. A desperate deal with the devil. Pilfered memories. You get the gist. It's a story that's been told a thousand times before. But what is life without clichés? Everyone always thinks they're different; that it’d surely never happen to them. And yet, often times they tend to become the cliché they never thought they would.

True to form, the Viera couldn't remember much. His past was as fuzzy as his ears had been. All he knew currently is that he was hungry. And he was out of gil. ..That felt familiar, somehow. Maybe because, he surmised, it'd been that way for suns. No, it was deeper than that. But he couldn't quite place it. Something felt off about it. But then again, things had felt off since he found himself waking in the Shroud with no previous inkling of who he was or had been. 

Sure, there were memories he had. Or memories he thought he had. And belongings he found on his person. A spear. Two daggers. Some threadbare clothing designed just well enough to keep him warm and, beneath it, more scars and blemishes on his flesh than he could count and a silver band dangling from a chain with familiar initials etched into the cold metal.

There were things that came natural to him, he found. Foraging for food and water. Stalking prey. Silently maneuvering through the Shroud as if each step could be his last. And when something deigned to strike at him, he found himself capable of defending himself too. His body seemed to move on its own, countless years of experience and muscle memory put to work as he fended off his assailant and, after, had a fine meal of its flesh.

He had his fair share of troubles, of course. He found it awkward to balance himself at first. His ears felt far longer than they should have been, and there was a strange annoyance to how they.. flopped as he walked. Fighting was no different. He could perform the moves that must have been from memory, but everything felt different. Slower. Weaker. Off.

Civilization was an enigma. There was a slight familiarity to it that he didn't quite understand. There were familiar faces he was certain he'd seen before, and even more familiar places that seemed to open up once he'd seen them. The flower patch in Gridania. The beautiful view of the rolling seas from Limsa Lominsa's cafe and its shipyard. Seedy Ul’dahn alleyways and, of course, the Quicksand and the soothingly familiar sting of whiskey in his throat. He felt a particular strong connection to hot springs, but he couldn't quite place why. They'd certainly been relaxing, at the very least.

..And cozy fireplaces and little puppies. Knights and wolves and Princesses. And white. So much white. The scent of vanilla and tea were particularly strong in his mind and, upon tasting the foul liquid, he had absolutely no idea why. And yet.. despite his distaste, there was a warmth there. Something that balled up deep inside his chest in a mixture of emotions so powerful it threatened to burst through at any moment.

And anger. So much anger. At the world. At himself. At anyone that drew too near to him. At the person that bumped into his shoulder. At the laughter that was too loud. At any little thing that should have been easily ignored. But it was there. Most of the time he could keep it bottled up and hidden away in some deep, dark recesses of his being. But sometimes.. sometimes it got the better of him, and that's when he got into a brawl. More often than not it led to broken flesh and a bruised ego. He could do better than that, right? He remembered being able to do better than that.

Yet, broken flesh and bruised egos were comforting. Familiar. And so, win or lose, he sought them out. There was something about the thrill of the fight that invigorated him. The world and its noise and the strange fog he found himself in lifted, even if for but a moment, and there remained but he and his opponent. Be it underground fighting rings or more sanctioned affair, the Viera turned no one down. Paradoxically, the closer he came to death the more alive he felt. For better or for worse, this came fairly often. And with each loss his earnings of gil dwindled until he found himself standing in front of a job postings board, tacking on a carefully written notice:

Mersinery 5 Hyr cheep discret wil werk 3 fud

..Strange. That seemed familiar, too. How cliché.

[quirkle2]

WAIT YOURE WRITING THE RANCH AU

*scream into a pillow*

Okay I’m back I need context for that art

YES!!! i maaaay have gone a lil overboard and perhapskindamaybe planned out 33 one shots for it but GVIYEAGV i KNOW im never going to finish all that. im well aware. it's just rly fun planning out da Vibes

RIGHT OKAY SO . wiggles. the art is based off the snippet i posted along w it obviously but the snippet is from what will prolly be the first fic in the ranch au series. it's their first breakfast together as a family. the night before, they had finally regrouped all the heroes together and i just want u to put urself in their shoes, yeah?

all of them have been through utter hell. they've destroyed themselves for the world and its safety, and when they're done with the lu journey they are placed back in their respective eras and ripped away from the family they've grown attached to. so when time and wars come through the eras, gathering them all up, there's a very mixed sentiment to it all

even after time and wars' reassurances, some of them are worried it's just another journey—none of them are entirely certain where this final portal will take them. some of them don't think fate is that cruel, and have high hopes that they're finally being given a break together. all of them are so incredibly happy to see each other, but the worry of being put through all that again is weighing on them

when they do walk through the final portal that will take them home, they all hold their breath, hoping they land on soft grass in front of a lon lon ranch sign. they Do. and u can probably imagine it's a very emotional moment

they celebrate inside and hug and smile Like a Family, and the next morning, wars and ledge wake up curled up together on time and malon's couch, squished both so they don't fall off and bc they've missed each other dearly

wars wakes up and, for a moment, his hazy and groggy mind forgets the events last night and the grief comes rushing back at him. keep in mind—wars has been at the ranch ever since the journey ended. his era no longer wanted him, and fate Knew that, so the portal to his "home" never opened, and time took him in

ever since the journey ended, wars has been struggling with a healthy combination of abandonment issues, grief for his family and his qpp, and a strange version of survivor's guilt; feeling guilty that he's the only one out of the group that got to stay glued to another member. he has been overworking out of fear of getting kicked out by time (not a possibility <3) and to take his mind off the crushing Weight of the grief he feels, and he'd barely been keeping his head above the surface

for a moment he thinks he's alone on the couch again, he thinks the tinks and clatters from the kitchen are just malon making a small breakfast for the three of them, and he thinks none of those portals ever opened and it was just a dream or smth

but then he feels legend move next to them, play w his hair, and that snippet is about wars Realizing that this is real, and here, and his. he nearly cries just looking at ledge out of sheer relief, and he smiles wider than he has in weeks. he realizes that he's sharing a blanket with his partner again, that there are other sleeping bodies on the living floor, that there are familiar voices drifting from the kitchen that are more than just time and malon, and that the breakfast is being prepared so early bc it has to be big enough to feed 10 mouths

he just . he realizes this is finally Home, and smiles.

[made-nondescript]

Lore guy anon returns! With question answers! (I love answering questions so feel free to ask any)

The whole him traveling thing is. Complicated to explain due to a big giant piece of worldbuilding I did that is, basically, long story short: oopsie! The fae realm is all over the ocean now and it's messed up almost all sea travel! (The pirates (or at least their captains) are fae, don't worry about it its a whole thing)

But it basically means that when people leave the continent, they aren't really expected to return. Doing some worldbuilding on the spot (since your questions have revealed where this backstory idea conflicts with the family idea), maybe Scott's parents croaked (since I just haven't bothered with them so might as well shove them out of the picture) and that's what prompted scott to go on his travels, cuz ya know might as well see the world. I've also given him vague sisters (sisters to contrast qith the brother he had in xornoth in s1) that also left not long after him, siting better opportunities outside of chromia and the continent as a whole.

(((Oh wait I just remembered he's mentioned his parents (as his dad was where he got the hat from, and he was a traveler as well), so maybe that's also why he decided to leave. He also prolly saw most of the continent on family trips and such, so beyond was the only place to go that would be new)

But scott eventually did return (after being literally robbed blind), and became the talk of the town because of it! With the sisters being a useful writing thing to show that aspect of the culture more directly, because like. They haven't come back. Most don't.

And again on 'questions providing useful jumping off points for building', I haven't got much for the family fueds (I'll have to make the families and their fueds first. I've been on holiday so I haven't quite managed to), I imagine scott, now an adult rather than just a child hearing gossip, prolly doesn't see much of it. He'd be like, the last member of that branch of his family, so he can kinda do what he wants. But since he became Important by happenstance, the other families might even try to get in his good graces, get him to agree with them and get trades and allies that favor their laws. Weither or not he's aware of their attempts, who knows, not me! (yet).

Also on the topic of his family, the llamas are less a chromia thing and more a smajor family thing. I say this cuz i find the llamas being more a scott thing to be halarious, but like theres still a whole park dedicated to them. Although scotts definitely particular about the llamas, in a very rich animal kid kind of way. Like, say, when the bar needed a new barkeep, scott was all like "Oh! Owen could do it!" "Good! Who's Owen?... scott that's a llama..... eh ya know what, better than our last guy!"

Also I'm liking the idea that the whole no central leadership thing in chromia is a big source of pride. They don't need someone to order them around, they can simply come together to agree on things! They ignore how the Important Families are still a similar concept (although again on pride, those families also tend towards making sure that they care for their communities. If they aren't, they aren't being proper citizens! And if they become cruel, the people can always just. Stop listening to them, due to the structure of the laws and all that. (Obviously a bit more complicated than that but yeah))

This ask is even longer than the last :D! (Haven't even mentioned the ancient capital!!) But like feel free to answer more questions. For other empires I also have some slight stuff for Sanctuary (although it's more in how it relates to the other empires), I've got some concepts for Stratos (and how it contrasts the other empires, including its nearest neighbor, in both local and culture, chromia), as well as two seperate ideas for tumble town??? One of which, the more recent one, I believe was prompted from musing on your blog! (Like tumble town being a gold rush town who's mines have run empty)

FAE PIRATES OMG... that is very unique. I really dig that and the idea that like, leaving the continent is kind of expected to be the end of you. Scott's whole eye situation very nicely compliments that attitude towards venturing off continent too, because he may have come back but like, at a cost.

The llamas being a Scott thing IS so funny I love that. They just like their llamas okay!! the real question is whether the whole family treated animals like they're capable of human tasks or if Scott is just Weird. EITHER way, Owen would have to be very well trained to stay behind the bar for a suitable amount of time! so! Scott's affections are not misplaced.

Imagining in this society that the affluent families kind of apply pressure on one another to be good maintainers of their communities as well. Like it's a status symbol or something to have a particularly well cared for community.

Which, on the subjects of communities being clustered around the more affluent families, does that mean that Scott's family (or rather, Scott and his sisters?) was kind of negligent by leaving? Regardless of responsibility - if any - to their community, did they (temporarily or permanently) redistribute their resources before doing so? Was somebody else in charge? Maybe dynamics vary a lot between communities (which would no doubt be infuriating to foreigners). Did they simply not amass very much in the way of traditional resources? Ohh maybe their affluence comes from a non-traditional source, due to their travels.

Additionally, on no centralized leadership being a point of pride: I can imagine that getting very frustrating for Scott very fast. Not that he wants to be leader or anything, but he's basically being made to do the job of one without having the power to actually make decisions. So someone from another Empire asks him a question and he just sighs and says he'll get back to them after the 5 to 25 business days it takes for everyone to chime in on the issue.

These are so awesome thank you for sharing!!! All of those ideas sound wonderful frankly!!!! Specifically staring really hard at what you said about Stratos and Tumble Town omg ??

[another-dra-anew]

tsu!!

My identity hc for them

see tomori, strike that, reverse it! he knows he likes guys, and he's kinda just seeing what happens past that! hes vibing w/himself and hes just kinda chilling, hes content without a label for his attraction

aaaand hes a trans lad! similar to tomori sometimes he feels more binary trans sometimes not he's really just chillin ! to make this section longer uhhhm. i think his relationship with his past is like. "i have always been a boy, my body is a guys body, and when i was younger i was a boy, same as today. but also i was a girl once i was a small little girl and she is not alive anymore but also she is still here standing right in front of u when u look at me, same as she ever was and as she always will be. but also i am me myself and i am a boy. okie?" and refuses to explain or elaborate (he probably said this to kouhei. kouhei doesnt ask hes just like "okie". tbh kouhei prolly didnt ask in the first place tsu just started talking)

Thoughts on their home life/family

! yk as special reward for everyone who takes the time to read through this i will give u a spoile-y. as a treat. tsurugi was born when a piece of snow came in through a chimney and landed in the fire. and many many miles away, from the stump of the tree that was cut down to be logs for that fire, tsurugi tumbled out of a naturally occurring divot in the wood. this is very true and i just hope u all know the power that comes with this information!!! <333

(ofc, thats all jokes! tsu is a bunch of ice crystals from a sun halo, all swirled together and gently sent down to the earth)

How i feel about their canonical writing/handling

how... do i not spoil things. u have to have patience with his writing. i promise he is more than like.. manic pixie leftist cop boy. u just have to have patience. boy wears his heart on his sleeve. but also he has a bunch of plastic wrap around it. u can see his heart it is the textbook definition of on his sleeve. but it is obscured and u cannot reach it. every day before i sleep i get on my knees and pray that people have faith in his writing and don't think the way he's written is cringefail.

The one thing i’d want to make canon about them

i cant remember if this factoid has come up but i dont think it has in any posts. tsu's hair is like.... really choppy, if u brushed it out/took a straightener to it to get it all flat, you'd see its alll different lengths. bc he tends to get twigs and sticks and the like stuck in there and just. cuts hair off/"oh this bit is too long! *snip*" a lot. that being said it looks oddly intentional/u cant tell its a million different lengths with how he styles it. he will cry if anyone tries to drag him to a hair stylist.

My number one favorite ship for them

tsuhara. ch1 spoilers this is just text encoded in hex google hex to text decoder and u should be good. 74 68 69 73 20 69 73 20 77 68 79 20 69 20 77 61 6E 74 20 74 6F 20 72 65 77 72 69 74 65 20 74 68 65 20 63 68 31 20 69 6E 76 65 73 74 69 67 61 74 69 6F 6E 20 73 6F 20 62 61 64 6C 79 2E 20 69 20 77 61 6E 74 20 74 6F 20 68 61 6E 64 6C 65 20 74 68 65 69 72 20 69 6E 74 65 72 61 63 74 69 6F 6E 73 20 28 61 6C 6F 6E 67 20 77 69 74 68 20 74 73 75 73 20 69 6E 6E 65 72 20 6D 6F 6E 6F 6C 6F 67 75 65 29 20 61 20 6C 6F 74 20 64 69 66 66 65 72 65 6E 74 6C 79 21

…Now everyone else i ship with them

i mean he is besties with everyone? many platonic ships. he is friend shaped !

The thing i will NEVER ship

like many of the ask meme fills so far: his wrist is limp, your honor...

a dynamic/relationship i wish was explored more (in canon, or in fandom)

tsurugi is incapable of leaving anyone alone. he. nothing needs to be explored more. tsu & alone time perhaps.

thoughts on their design (appearance-wise)

im not even gonna lie trying to work out fits for him always makes me want to explode. i may rework his fit again soon ive already made minor changes which i havent mentioned. that in mind his bandages and bracelets and bruises are alllways gonna be the same! theyre eternal!

A music-related thought- a song that reminds me of them, or what their music taste is, etc

rule #4 - fish in a birdcage was playing when i started this post. the reason its on any of my playlists is bc i heard it and went fuck. uhhhh. yeah rule #4 fish in a birdcage would be very tsu and kouhei except jk!!! there is nothing slightly odd or abnodmal or not right with either of the people i mentioned theyre totally fine. mhm mhm!

anyways funnily enough he actually doesnt have a playlist. uhhh. actually he's got a lot of playlists with other characters but not his own... i started this w/a tsu + someone else song so ill only list individual ones from here on out akjdsjkkjdsdk

i thiiink all of sweet trip's "you will never know why" album (im bad with my memory and dont feel like going to look at it all) but especially your world is eternally complete + milk. hmmm. theres some others but this is good i think!

[coffeeflavoredcookies]

Actually, I have questions. So many of them. Maybe if I reread I'll be able to understand better but for now. QUESTIONS.

First of all, was the voice Visionaries hear before they become Visionaries the Lace, or something else from the "other side" ? But it's an entity that wants them to have its nightmare and the nightmare is the world ending, does that mean the entity is actually THIS waking world, NOT one from the "other side"??? But technically the other side loves this one, or some of its entities do, so it could be the nightmare of one of them. Anyway I'm not sure if it flew over MY head or if it's somewhere deep between the lines? But I. Don't. Get. It.

And this leads to my next question : what the fuck happened to Bryde? Did he explode inwards and die? He did spend his whole screentime in Greywaren wishing he was dead (which reminds me of Ronan's dream about being dead which was, from what I understood, basically him longing for the "other side" because maybe being human and filled with too many emotions he was never thaught how to handle wasn't the more he had bargained for lmao). But that part made it seem like he didn't blow inward, but if he DID have his vision, Matthew'd have died? So did he tell Matthew to run before he went boom? And if he's a visionary now, is he having visions of a different nightmare? Like what is UP with that???? Like he's alive since he dreamt the orb, but how'd he get in and out without anyone noticing? Was he never actually in ? Was he just in Ronan's head? Therefore he somehow went back to the startline? I am CONFUSED!!!

Also, what the fuck was Nathan's deal, by the way? Was he just bonkers? And did he dream Carmen? Because the opera wasn't in her head, right? What was THAT about!!!

Also also, does dying for dreams and other entities from the Other Side mean the same thing as dying for living beings in This Side? Like when Ronan Lynch the human dies (I'm pretty sure he's been dreamt to age like a human since he DID grow like one) does Greywaren the entity go back to being "trapped" (since he wanted out) on the Other Side? Opal DID imply that Ronan would live longer than Adam, but was that because he's a dream too, or because he's the Greywaren? Like does that mean Ronan is not affected by time even in his human form (which would kinda contradict the fact that he did grow like a human so far) or does that mean that Ronan the human dying will not kill Greywaren the entity too? But that WAS before Ronan went "actually I want both" so maybe that changed and now human Ronan IS Greywaren and Greywaren IS human Ronan which would either mean Ronan lives and dies like a human dreamer and Greywaren does too since they ARE the same now, OR that Ronan no longer ages like a human and he'll live forever until he's killed or the world (this side?) ends and then idk what happens to people when they die in this universe, especially when their soul is something from another world but that's irrelevant, ig.

But also it could be that the two worlds are connected with more than just dreams and dreamers and entities that wonder too far outside their world and maybe it's a sort of balance and if one side ends the other inevitably follows?

Annnd I'll stop here because I'm even more confused than when I started but I'll prolly be back for more lmao

[lancely-blog]

Destiny’s Twin—A Multidimensional Fantasy [Excerpt]

All text copyrighted ©️ 2007 by Lancer Gareth Bailey

Snipwiddle and Tips (part 1)

“Up to your prankins again, I bet! Prankins is all your kind’s got a lot o’ mind for. Bother me! Why, I’d have had more sense to send the cat to fetch spores than the likes of a dusty little crumbubble like you, Tips!” She flailed her arms, continuing her tirade. “Prolly stoppin’ to tie up the shoelaces of every child on their way to school, weren’t ya? Maybe tripped up a few old ladies on their way home from market with their baskets full of eggs and apples!”

Tips shot across the dim room, dropping a bundle of dirty black weeds onto the table near the burbling cauldron, narrowly avoiding a wild swing of Snipwiddle’s broom. She cast a venomous glance at the crusty old hag, then swooped around the room again, landing on the sill of the cracked window above the sink.

“Ungrateful old bag! Next time, dig in the muckety guck yourself for your precious black daffodil spores, though I doubt you’d find any! That’s the last of it.” Tips waggled her left hand toward the bundle she’d dropped on the stout wooden table at the center of the moldy old cabin. “It doesn’t grow anymore. Spider says it’s ’cause there aren’t enough of us to pollinate it. There are only nine of us left.” She sighed heavily, her eyes dropping to her lap, her face taking on a sad, hopeless look.

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure this batch counts, won’t we?” Snipwiddle’s voice softened for a moment, then quickly returned to its usual sharpness. “Besides, don’t go believin’ everything that no-good numbskull brother of yours says! He’s so full of hot air, I might mistake him for a dragon fartin’ on me when he starts talkin’ his nonsense!” She spun around and picked up the bundle of black weeds, heaving a breathy sigh. “Yes, we’ll just have to make sure this batch counts.”

“Is it enough?” Tips asked, slowly floating closer to the center of the room where the old crone stood hunched over the giant cauldron. The enormous iron pot was filled with a gelatinous grey sludge that barely boiled, even though it was no longer over a fire. The odor emanating from the pot reminded Tips of a dead rabbit left in the sun for days, mixed with the smell of earwax. It was nauseating. She couldn’t imagine drinking such a vile concoction. She counted her blessings that she hadn’t been one of the chosen.

“It will be enough for this batch.” Snipwiddle looked a bit distressed as she shuffled over to the shelf just above and to the right of the sink, where her mortar and pestle sat. She grabbed both and began crushing the tips of the dirty black weeds into the little stone bowl, not bothering to clean off the dirt or the dust that had accumulated. Her blank expression betrayed her thoughts.

“You’re worried that we’re out of ingredients,” Tips observed rather than asked. “How many will this batch allow to travel?”

“Hard to say.” Snipwiddle replied bleakly as she dumped the black powdery substance into the cauldron and set the mortar down on the old wooden table. She reached across the table, grabbed a long iron staff, and thrust it into the pot, stirring slowly clockwise. “The potion takes different amounts for different folks. No way to tell until we’re at it how many we can send with this batch. Five, maybe seven. This liquid has to boil down to this level,” she pointed at a line on the inside of the iron bowl, “and then it will be ready. It’ll take the rest of the afternoon.”

“One of them will find him, I know it.” Tips offered, though not quite convincingly.

“We can only hope,” came the reply as Snipwiddle’s back was turned to her. Then the old woman spun around again and threw her right arm out, pointing at Tips. “Inform the elders that the last of the witch’s brew is beginning to steep. They must prepare the travelers and be ready by tonight. This is our last chance. Now scram and leave me to my business!”

Tips leapt into the air, twisting through the crack in the window, and darted off into the steadily brightening morning sky.

Snipwiddle turned away from the dusty window and walked around the far side of the bubbling brew to sit in her rocking chair. The chair was covered with a brightly colored patchwork quilt that appeared to be incomplete. The top portion of the quilt was done, meaning all the colored scraps of cloth had been sewn together, but underneath it was unfinished. There was no cushioning or covering to hide the scrap ends or threadwork. Nonetheless, the quilt was a beautiful piece of work and gleamed brightly in contrast to the dark, monochromatic moldy old cabin.

The old wooden rocker gave a squeak and a groan as she sat her weight into it, pulling the quilt over her shoulders. She took in a long, deep breath and began shallowly rocking forwards and back, giving a slow, methodic beat to the room.

“Out of ingredients indeed,” Snipwiddle mumbled to herself as she swiped away a tear rolling down her cheek, “in more ways than one.”

As the beat of her rocking reverberated through the floor planks and off the walls, she closed her eyes and began a soft, breathy chant that was barely audible even to herself.

“Butterfly wings and baby’s breath, poison from a bee,

I suck the tonic out like syrup from a tree.

It sucks from me my life force. It exacts its toll from me.

I give it force for potency when taken internally.

It opens up the doorway through which the mind flows free.”

As she repeated the lines of the incantation over and over, a faint smoky swirl enveloped her, spinning around her like an infant tornado, lifting her hair in the current and whipping it around, yet without enough force to disturb her rocking. The quilt in her lap whipped as the force of the wind increased and rose upward toward the rafters, leaving her hair to fall haphazardly back onto her hunched shoulders. Her eyes remained closed, and her chanting continued.

The force drove outward toward the walls of the cabin, smashing into them, sending books flying off shelves and window panes rattling, struggling to hold to their mounts. Ricocheting off the walls, the smoky wind began to move about the cabin, spinning into a larger circle, leaving Snipwiddle in the calm eye of the storm. The air began to crackle as if supercharged with electricity and about to ignite in a firestorm.

The air itself seemed alive and sentient. It collected power as it spun around and around. It howled in fury as it searched for a vent, an exit, some way out of the cramped confines of the cabin to continue its escalating violence but found none.

Suddenly, the smoky current swirled and dove down into the giant cauldron with enough force to send it swaying from side to side. It teetered there for a moment as the rest of the room fell into a dense silence. The winds had all subsided. The creak of the rocking chair had ceased. Snipwiddle’s chant had ended. She sat there in her chair, silent and still, her eyes closed, her beautiful, multicolored quilt covering her lifeless body from chin to toe.

[linkware]

Today i got a meeting bc my numbers were low for a second day in a row and when i mentioned that id probably be faster if i wasnt experiencing A Pain in my body and he mentioned that i could go home but itd be another occurance and then said "the two excuses i hear the most are pain and the freight being bad, and from the looks of it youre fine and the freight is too" like im sorry i havent had a period in 6 months and i think my uterus is trying to invert itself inside of my body. Be nice to me before i explicitly describe what that feels like in detail to you and we both have to go to HR about it!!! But switching happened after to handle the Emotions and i asked him to do a random safety audit on me without telling me and i passed just fine so he said as long as i keep a steady pace through the night like i did when he audited ill be fine and we got the number back higher.

I still have to think about my job as a combination of school and salmon run to survive it but whatever works for me i guess. Have to be here i go on break when they tell me and i have to meet a quota.

I get praise if i meet it and a passive agressive talking to if i dont. This is so mr grizz coded. Also its stupid to expect 100% productivity when you, yourself, said that it takes roughly 6 weeks to get your body adjusted to the constant movement and ive been here for FOUR. And only 2 weeks actually doing things in my area hands on. Which is 7 days bc i havent worked tomorrow. Thays bananas and i think its silly so idc.

Also the rule that "if you need to rearrange a box so it fits then you packed it too full" is really stupid and i dont follow it because if i have a big cardboard box sitting on all of the smaller ones it wont fit but if i just move everything on top of it its fine. It literally takes less time than closing a partially full box bc that takes me longer than just dumping the box onto the line, putting the big item in, then putting stuff back ontop AND THEN closing the box. I can easily put more in this box without going over the handle. You want me to make a wasted movement to prevent a different one. I am very proud of my ability to follow rules unless they are stupid and no one can give me a better answer than "um its just the rules" like. Okay then unless its like some actual problem im gonna keep doing it suck my peanits.

I am also considering just giving myself a lunch budget for the workweek instead of prepping lunch bc i actually cannot handle doing the dishes during the week bc before work and after work is my only free time </3 i dont want to touch something gross or wet </3 ill do the trash or sweep or clean A Surface but dishes is no so tomorrow morning im gonna knock them out so i can enjoy the weekend and stuff cuz im gonna cook alot of tomato and feta to freeze sauce abd i can sense the dishes already

Overall today was mid. Again. And one of my coworkers i thought was nice put his two weeks in but i figured hed prolly get fired soon cause hes taken off more than hes worked so hes def out of PTO and u only get two absences/occurances in ur 90 day/orange vest (im at 1 out of 2 en and im scared idk how he does it) and his brother bit the snot out of his arm and left a huge bite wound while on meth and he lost custody (tbf his apartment is getting demolished due to rain damage... but from what he said he shouldve gotten it instead but im a bystabder in all of this. I hope the kid has a nice life she doesnt deserve to be between the drama her parents have)

I think is freakeng weed time bc im sooo emotions still. And i have an edible for edible + park tome so im Considering tomorrow taking it and going to the park around 5 am for a Magical Time with the sunrise