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etherealdizzle · 3 years

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DBD Yandere Trickster x Dom Female Reader

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Death, Blood

This new world was different for him. There were no rules, no consequences, and no playing fair. It was the fantasy that Ji-Woon Hak had dreamed of. He was allowed to kill as he pleased, with no worry of capture. No fear of having to stop because he was caught. He could do whatever he wanted and he was praised for it.

The survivors all looked at him with fear. He craved it. He was flashy, even more so once the entity brought him to this world. He was allowed to show off, to laugh in their faces as he saw the blood-curdling fear and desperation in their eyes. All of them feared him; all except one.

She had been here a long time and had seen the killers grow in numbers. A clown, a cowboy, a nurse, a pair of twins. All of them brought new dangers. But she adapted to the new threats and overcame her fears. She got tired of being scared a long time ago. There was no escape from this world. She tried desperately to leave. She tried to kill one of the killers, Trapper, but failed. They couldn’t be injured. They didn’t feel pain. All of her plans and attempts failed. So, she dealt with it.

Maybe that is what drew the Trickster to her in the first place. When he first saw her, she sighed. Like she was tired, like she didn’t care. It made him angry. He wanted her to fear him. But she didn’t. After he sacrificed her, he thought that would make him happier. But it didn’t. It angered him in a way. But in another, it impressed him.

As time went on, he understood her. She fought well, ran him around as gens popped left and right. The frustration made him more psychotic, more angry, but she still wasn’t afraid. She was too strong for it. Perhaps that is why the entity brought her here. To remind the killers that they aren’t gods, but people and things that still bowed down to the entity.

Sometimes he saw the entity in her eyes. Not like it was controlling her, but like she was controlling it. However, the look faded once the Trickster swung his bat, sending her to the ground with a scream and a thud. The Trickster giggled, dark and giddy, always happy to catch her. It was like a treat, catching someone so rare and enchanting. A well deserved reward for his work.

As she was on the floor, she grunted and cried quietly in pain Ji-Woon watched, frozen in place. She turned to him, her back to the ground and looked up at him. She frowned, waiting for a moment as all he did was stare. “Well?” She said, impatiently.

The Trickster raised his eyebrows. He had never heard her speak before. In fact, he never heard anyone speak. He didn’t even know they could. Her voice wasn’t soft, but powerful and fierce. He kneeled down next to her, hands outstretched to pick her up. But for some reason, his hands stopped. They were shaking, like he was nervous.

She huffed, rolling her eyes at him. “What are you doing? Let’s just get this over with already,” She complained. He obeyed her command. Her voice was beautiful, and he couldn’t help but comply with her wish. He grabbed her, grunting as he did with everyone. The entity might have given him strength, but it still made him work for some things. He hoisted her over his shoulder, and he felt her immediately trying to break away. He admired her. The thought flashed across his mind and he knew it was true. He threw her on a hook, her screams filling the air. Everyone was dead. No one was there to save her. She snarled her teeth at him as the entity stabbed her, taking her soul away. He watched her float up, always curious where they go. A new trial began. And another. And a few more.

He hadn’t seen her in a while. He grew impatient. Each trial without her only made him miss her more and more. He grew angry. Each time he saw someone that wasn’t her, he killed them as quickly as he could. The sooner he was out of here, the sooner he was to see her. The entity praised him for his work. But he simply didn’t care. He wanted her with him. He couldn’t exactly say why, because even himself didn’t have an answer. To prove himself? To admire her? Whatever it was, the anxiety and anger grew until he was nearly unstoppable. The entity noticed this, and put a stop to it. Killers that got too powerful were weakened.

When he entered into the next trial, the first thing he noticed was the snow. He couldn’t feel it, exactly. He could feel it land gently onto his skin, but the effect of the cold was lost to him. He had noticed the survivors shivering once, so he knew they were affected. He liked Ormond. It was open, which gave him a good chance of hitting his blades. He also liked the fog the snow gave off, allowing him to get a little closer before the survivors noticed.

As he wandered, he heard the sound of a generator being worked on.The progress was quicker than normal. There were a couple of people on it. He grinned to himself. Time to put on a show. He raised his knives, ready. He headed over there, but stopped dead in his tracks. He heard you. Laughing.

It was so beautiful. He could barely see you, the snow affecting his vision as he was still a little ways away. You were smiling, laughing at something. Who… who was making you laugh!? Ji-Woon frowned and clutched his bat tightly. No one else was supposed to make you laugh! Only him. Only he was allowed. He moved his gaze off you to the culprit. Felix.

Felix was relatively new to this world. He was inexperienced at loops and struggled to make the right decisions. It was easy to kill the new ones. It would be so easy to kill him now. The Trickster crept closer, and the two survivors looked around. Ji-Woon quickly hid behind a wall, suddenly afraid to let you see him. Why was he so nervous? Why was his heart pounding?

“You hear that? Sounds like the Trickster,” You said to Felix. Ji-Woon felt a warmth come to his face. You recognized his music. You were paying attention to his sound. That had to mean something, right? Even if it didn’t mean anything to her, it meant a lot to the Trickster.

Felix chuckled. “If he was coming for us, we’d know. That man loves showing off.” Felix sounded rude, snobby. Trickster felt his anger seeping into him.

“Like you can say anything,” You shot back. You were defending Trickster! Almost. Ji-Woon was breathing hard, like he couldn’t hold in his excitement.

“Come on, you love it! You like modest guys, right? That’s why you like me.”

“Ehh… what?”

“Really. You and me, I feel a connection between us. Seriously, I think we should-” Felix didn’t get to finish his sentence.

The Trickster rushed him, yelling as he ran, hitting Felix with his bat. The first hit made Trickster’s heart race, a smile and a laugh rose to his lips that he couldn’t even try to stop. He wanted to kill him. How DARE he hit on her! He hit him again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and-

“STOP!”

The Trickster immediately did as he was told. He lifted the bat, putting it at his side. He admired his work for a moment. Felix was dead. He didn’t get a chance. He didn’t deserve one. Ji-Woon was panting, breathing heavily as he looked to the one who ordered him to stop.

You. You stood there, anger filling your face as you looked Ji-Woon dead in the eyes. Your eyes weren’t filled with fear. Not even now. Not even when you glanced at the remains of Felix. The Trickster scanned your eyes, trying to figure out what you were feeling. “What are you- I mean what the fuck are you- ugh! What were you thinking!” You raised your hands in the air, making fists as you felt frustrated.

Ji-Woon felt the blood dripping down his face and his clothes. The blood from the bat dripped. Plip-plop. Plip-plop. He could hear his own heartbeat and nervousness as he tried to speak. “He… He was flirting with you…”

Your look now turned to confusion. You stepped closer to him, meeting his gaze. “So why did you do that?” You said, almost gently. Almost, but not quite. Still firm, and demanding an answer.

Trickster was silent. He was trying to figure out how to respond.

“Well?”

Ji-Woon looked down at his bat. Anything but your gaze. “I couldn’t let that happen to you. You’re not his.” He said. He knew now what to say. “You’re mine.” He looked you in the eyes, finally able to admit to himself why he felt this way.

He was in love with you. He admired you, he loved your courage, he loved your skill. He loved that you weren’t afraid of him. He loved you.

Your eyes widened, your mouth open in shock. You didn’t say anything, just looked at him, then walked closer until you were against his chest. You put your hands on his chest, resting your head on him. The Trickster froze for a moment, unsure what you were doing. But he understood. He dropped his bat, something he didn’t even know he could do. He wrapped his arms around you, one around your waist, and the other holding gently onto your head. He now knew what emotion was in your eyes. It was the same one that was in his.

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kimkymury · 3 years

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Blue Rose Tears - Chapter 14

Hello again,

I’m back with another chapter of the Pascal x Carl fanfiction. The story is coming to an end, there will only be two more chapters before the Carl Messier saga comes to an end, so stay tuned in the next updates.

This chapter is softer and cuter, so prepare your hearts for the next ~

The Portuguese version of this story is available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1048844817-as-l%C3%A1grimas-da-rosa-azul-cap%C3%ADtulo-14

I'm also posting the English version there, so if you want to follow it over there or reread a chapter, here it is: https://www.wattpad.com/story/262308791-blue-rose-tears

Under the cut!

Chapter 14

P.O.V Narrator

Carl's restlessness had persisted for three weeks, a period of time considered even short, but that was enough to depress him. He rubbed his pale hands together, trying to keep them from the cold. Winter had come, Lacombrade was surrounded by a vast white desert, which made the whole atmosphere of the place even darker. The school corridors managed to keep the temperature cool even on the hottest summer days, and now it looked like the walls were meant to freeze them.

The last month of the year always seemed to be the most physically demanding, getting out of bed in the morning became a more arduous task than usual. All he could think about was the comfort he would receive after the end of the school year, he could return to his family's house and spend Christmas with Sebastian. The sky was greyish in color, as if life was not present in that place, making everything even darker. But young students had no time to notice details like this, most of their time was spent preparing for final exams.

This time of year was both a delight and a torture, veterans were immensely concerned with the possible approval of a renowned university, while the other students focused on impressing their parents with good grades. There was a small portion that didn’t care about the tests, it was those repeating students, delinquents or even those who had no goal in mind for the coming year. Carl found himself in the large percentage who devoted themselves entirely to studying, putting other needs aside for a short period of time.

His thoughts could not keep his focus only on the books he studied, several flaws took his concentration, making him frustrated by wasting time. A red-haired figure was still rooted in his mind, for three weeks he had avoided contemplating the image of the scientist, but the memories of past moments were alive inside him. That was still something that depressed him daily, he felt empty and dejected, what most led him to exhaustion was to act normally for his friends, avoiding any suspicious behavior. But life was not in Carl's favor, as if that wasn't enough to make him gloomy, he had still received sudden news.

Serge had recently said that he needed to talk to Carl in private, and that the matter was of the utmost importance. The religious boy did not know what to expect, a part of himself just asked what it could be, but another small part, in which his subtle fixation by the pianist still existed, made him nervous. He said it directly, without outspokenness or worries, explained the whole situation to his friend. Serge and Gilbert were leaving for Paris next week, and they had no intention of returning. The concept of the idea itself did not startle Carl, he had already heard stories of students who left Lacombrade without authorization or notice, deciding to live on their own or with a partner elsewhere. But when it came to his friends, his reaction was different, he feared what might happen.

He knew that life in Paris would be complicated, especially for two young men who had not even reached the age of majority, and were marginalized by all of society. His first concern was whether his friends would have somewhere to sleep and what to eat, and how they would survive until Serge officially received his title of Viscount, along with his father's possessions and inheritance.

Knowing Gilbert, he imagined that it would not be easy for him to live in an environment where he would be completely unprotected, not to mention the absence of his social skills. There were no questions or doubts, he knew all of Serge's motivations and how difficult the last few days have been for both of them, as he and his roommate were forcibly separated. It was not the time to expose his own insecurities, he should support his friends, even if he did not agree with his choice. He felt lonely, even though he was not literally alone, but everything would change over time.

Everyone grows up someday, the days of youth would eventually end, but that does not mean that this process would not be painful. Perhaps that was his farewell, there was a chance he would never see them again, especially after graduation. Carl just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before, when his life was under control, when he was happier. His reaction was neutral when he received the news from Serge, he made his concerns evident, but he never failed to support him.

He even offered to help them pack their belongings and organize their luggage. It would be a difficult time for everyone, especially for them, any sign of positivity and help was welcome.

The pianist was delighted with the response of the religious boy, just as he expected, he spared no thanks before going.

"I knew I could count on you." - A simple sentence that meant a lot to Carl

Being alone again, the dark-haired boy was left to reflect on what he was doing. After only a few minutes, he was able to firmly understand the gravity of the situation, and his despair began to surface. Breaking one of the school rules was not what frustrated him the most, but to be witnessing a sin without intervening, the motivations of his friends' flight were diverse, but the relationship they had was what most influenced the decision.

Even if he wanted to, he could not deny the request coming from Serge, he would not endure the guilt he would feel at the thought that it did not help in any way. Looking more closely, when he looked at Serge and Gilbert together, he didn't see anything negative. He felt a certain relief when he saw them close, as if this situation were natural and common, thoughts of judgment rarely appeared.

He recognized that the independence of the pianist would be extremely useful to live alone in Paris, but what intrigued him the most was how the blond boy's adaptation would take place. He hadn't handled changes, rules or responsibilities in general well, but Carl didn't criticize him for that, he just wished he didn't suffer. The empathy he felt for Gilbert gradually increased, and it was not long since he had an experience that made him look at it differently.

~ FlashBack from two weeks ago ~

Carl's warm breath left a mark in the air as he exhaled the cold winter air, with his clothes made especially for this harsh season, he felt protected from the cold that surrounded him. He was beginning to regret having gone for a walk around the school, he did not imagine that the thick layer of snow that covered the earth could slow his steps. The only sounds he could hear were the noises of the few animals that had not heard, along with the sound of the wind passing through the dry branches of the trees.

Nothing would be different from what he was used to, except for one detail that caught his attention, they were low noises that seemed to come from close by. He could not immediately identify what it was about, he imagined that it could be some wounded or abandoned animal, but as he followed the sound, he was surprised by what he saw.

A boy whose skin could camouflage himself in the snow thanks to his coloring, lying face down, totally immobile. Only a thin piece, which resembled sleeping clothes, covered his torso, leaving the rest of his body exposed. His blond hair covered his face, making it impossible to decide whether he was conscious or not. Around him there were red spots, together on his body and on the fabric that covered him, which made him resemble a deceased.

For a few seconds, Carl felt completely frozen, there was no reaction. His heart started to race, he quickly knelt beside the body, checking immediately if there was any sign of life left in him. He was not as surprised as he expected, after all, it was Gilbert, he had already seen him in situations similar to this one, although it was not as serious as this time. He turned him over and placed him in his arms, relieved to see that his cheeks were flushed and that he was breathing.

There was a cut on his lips, the red liquid spread over a part of his face, making Carl even more tense when he saw him in that state. He should call for help, leaving Gilbert in such a sick state in such precarious conditions could be considered a homicide. The school was a few meters from where they were, the blond boy visibly could not walk, he could barely stay fully awake. The religious boy would have to carry him until he found someone who could help him, which immediately made him think of Pascal.

It was not the time for such thoughts to take hold of him, his greatest concern was to keep Gilbert alive, he could not bear to see him leave precisely in his arms, when he could save him.

"Gilbert, answer me, please! Can you hear me?" - He asked distressed, fearing that the worst had happened.

The younger boy's icy hands moved in vain, trying to reach something that didn't exist, while his lips trembled due to the low temperature. He was staring at a specific point, although he blinked a few times, before looking at whoever held it.

"Serge ..." - A faint murmur came out in an almost inaudible tone, a single word was able to sadden Carl.

Gilbert did not care for himself, at no time did he cry out for help or any kind of comfort, he just longed for the presence of his beloved pianist. He didn't think he could be confused with Serge, so he supposed it was a request for him to be taken to him. The communication methods of the green-eyed boy were confusing, subjective and not always coherent, but those who knew him the longest could understand. Carl quickly removed his coat and put it around Gilbert, trying to keep him warm; and with a handkerchief that he kept in his pocket, he wiped away most of the blood that spread on his face.

"I will have to carry you, please, hold on a little longer!" - Wrapping his arms around his thin, weak body, he used all the strength he had to get him out of the snow and take him to school.

It was easier than he imagined, the blond boy's lightness made him easy to hold, it made him increase his speed in the direction he had come from. Along the way, he constantly checked vital signs by pressing his hand on Gilbert's chest, where he could feel the slight contractions of breathing and heartbeat. Upon entering Lacombrade, he quickly ran to the infirmary, asking for immediate help and handing the boy over to one of the teachers to put him on a bed. It didn't take long before more people came to know what happened, but the only thing that interested him was Serge.

Carl managed to catch sight of him from a distance, and waved as he came running towards her. He was taken by surprise, a desolate embrace enveloped him, he had to hold on to whoever was in front of him so as not to lose his balance.

"We were told what happened, we came as quickly as we could, Pascal and Kurt will be here soon"- The pianist wraps around him in torment, his voice could express the pain he felt.

Still in silence, he hugged him back, saying words of comfort to calm him down. He doubted his own words, prayed internally that Gilbert would resist, he couldn't leave now. His condition was serious, perhaps worse than the other occasions that found him injured. They were anxiously waiting for Professor Watts to bring good news, he still remembered the blond boy's expression when he stared at him. Time passed quickly, Pascal's medical care would certainly make a difference in Gilbert's improvement. He was still asleep, only one of the boys could enter at a time, which made everyone even more anxious.

The countless thanks from Serge soothed him, as he knew he had been useful, and if he hadn't made the decision to go for a walk, the blond boy would probably not be among them.

Carl was the last to enter the room where Gilbert rested, accepting only by requests from his friends and teachers, since he was the one who had saved him from death. The sight of the young blond man sleeping soundly was a relief to the religious boy, he could observe the movements of his breathing, and his appearance seemed healthier. He approached lightly and cautiously, already imagining a possible outbreak from the blond boy, similar in other situations that occurred in the past when they tried to help him.

The eyes of the one who slept before opened slowly, trying to understand what was happening and where he was. To the surprise of the dark-haired boy, there was no aggressive or immediate reaction, it was as if he was conscious all this time. Gilbert looked at Carl with his usual empty expression, which left him a little scared and at the same time paralyzed, he feared the younger boy, even if he did not admit it, perhaps because he did not fully understand him.

"Where did you bring me?" - A low and soft voice asked, without showing much emotion.

"We are in the infirmary, how are you feeling?" -He replied hesitantly, since he had not had the chance to have a dialogue considered "appropriate" with Gilbert.

The blond boy sat on the bed, despite the protests of the dark-haired boy, saying that he shouldn't be bothered and needed to rest. He wrapped himself in the blankets and covered his face with his hands, as if he were avoiding being seen in such a vulnerable state.

"You didn't have to do that ... I would be better out there." - Gilbert said as he rested his head on his knees, raising just a little to look at him.

He could feel his pain with just one sentence, knew his "bad habits", knew that he tried several times to take his own life. A feeling of sadness invaded Carl, even though he didn't know him well enough to give his opinion on something, he didn't want to see him suffering like that.

"I had to do it, you would die if you were still there!" -Carl said anguished, not understanding the reason behind Gilbert's behavior, and blamed himself for having sounded more emotional than he expected.

There was a silence, none of them said anything else after that, and the religious boy felt that he should go back to his own room. Gilbert was safe and he had been useful, just as he should have been. He said goodbye and started walking towards the door, stopping in front of it after hearing something.

"Thank you ..." - The green-eyed boy said as he watched him leave the infirmary, in an almost inaudible and emotionless voice on his face.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" - Thinking he was wrong, Carl asks what was said, he never heard Gilbert say something like that.

"I said thank you, now leave me alone ..." - He replied, using an arrogant tone this time, making it evident that he was not comfortable saying this kind of thing.

The religious boy did as he was asked, but from this day on, he started to have more compassion for Gilbert, seeing him in a more humanized way. The blond boy felt that he could trust Carl, if only a little. Both established a bond that determined the beginning of a friendship, perhaps in a peculiar and dark way, but it was still important.

~ End of Flashback ~

Thoughts like this made the future farewell a difficult task, but his restlessness was filled daily with studies and chores, which took up most of his time as the end of the year approached. His winter afternoons, which in the past used to be quiet, were now spent within the Church, taking up full-time Bible studies. He had decided to dedicate himself to Theology after graduation, leaving Lacombrade in about a year or two, along with the memories he created there.

The innumerable verses were not enough to erase the images that haunted him, the moments he spent in the greenhouse or in the laboratory were still fresh in his mind. He constantly martyred himself, because even after he left the scientist, his presence continued as much in his life as in his thoughts. None of his friends had known of the disagreement that had occurred between them, which made it all the more difficult, since they saw each other frequently and could not make evident the coldness with which they treated each other.

The days that followed had not been easy for Pascal either, he could hardly keep his concentration on his experiments, and his failures frustrated him more than usual. From the laboratory window, he could occasionally watch Carl walking around or heading towards the Church, and this was a way to fill his loneliness. He was preparing to leave Lacombrade in a few weeks, but his main concern at the moment was with the escape of his friends. He had carefully planned how he could help, and all the advice he could give before he left.

His letter to the German University had been answered recently, along with an invitation to the admission test that would guarantee his entry, even with his poor academic performance. For days he had been rehearsing inside his head how he would say this to others, he did not worry about their reaction, he already imagined it would be at least positive. What distressed him was the dark-haired boy, according to the circumstances, it was not appropriate to just say it as he would have done in the past, but he could not leave in secret. At the same time that he yearned for new opportunities and a decrease in his pain, he knew that he would suffer for not having him around, and that made him reflect more than he would like.

Pascal was to leave with the veterans, travel to the neighboring country to accomplish his parents' ambition, and which in the future would become his own. His departure date would be close to when Serge and Gilbert left for Paris, the second week of December would be one of the most turbulent. Part of the luggage was ready, the farewell and thank you cards were already written, it was enough to wait anxiously for that day. He still had one more concern, he didn't tell anyone he was leaving Lacombrade, and he had no idea how to do it. He reluctantly made the decision to tell his closest friends about his departure, and kindly asked them not to say anything to Carl, as he wanted to say it on another occasion. The boys were suspicious, which was in fact natural, as they assumed he would be the first to know, but they listened to the scientist and did what was asked.

His sisters and parents were informed afterwards, they would probably receive his letter after departure, but he explained in detail the reasons for his choice and what he would do next. In the letter, he said goodbye to each of his sisters, asking them how they were doing and making them promise to keep in touch.

Dorothy, Mei, Nina, Lila, Sonya and, her favorite among all, Patricia; he expressed the immense longing to have them close by, and that he would endeavor to make them proud. He reserved a part of his letter dedicated to his parents and his half brother, Michel, who had recently fallen ill again. He couldn't help it and was a little thrilled by rereading the words dedicated to his younger brother, he was very concerned about his fragile health and recommended frequent rest and healthy eating.

Part of his duties had been done, now he must prepare himself to be as convenient as possible to assist Serge and Gilbert's escape. He then decided to write a series of instructions, recipes and advice for when they are in Paris, and knowing the blond boy well, he focused on teaching the pianist to take care of injuries and advising him on how to deal with possible outbreaks of his companion. The written pages were carefully folded and placed inside a small wooden box, where there were some medicines, produced by Pascal himself. This served both as a substitute doctor and as a reminder of him. A considerable amount of money was placed in the middle of the medications, just before being closed and tied tightly with a ribbon, in order to withstand the long journey.

The redhead sighs looking at the calendar again, the end of the year was approaching faster than he would have liked, and to make matters worse, it was not ending the way he would have liked. The classes that day had ended, the scientist insisted on attending all of them, as he wished to have Lacombrade's memories recorded in his mind. There was nothing more to be done, he could do whatever he wanted until nightfall, boredom chased him as he walked slowly through the laboratory. Harvesting specimens of plants that survived the winter did not sound bad, it would be a good distraction to prevent bad thoughts from depressing him.

With reasonably slow steps and a calm expression, Pascal heads for the greenhouse, passing the corridors full of students. That everyday scene managed to awaken a feeling of nostalgia in him, which made him happy and saddened at the same time. In the midst of that crowd, the faces of the boys who walked there were mixed and confused, he was unable to recognize them, except for one in particular. A boy with white skin and a little pink from exposure to low temperature, with perfectly combed dark hair, came towards him while carrying a small pile of books.

They walked in opposite directions, there was not even an exchange of glances, both went on their way without imagining what was going on in the other's mind. The dark-haired young man hid the tension he had felt when he saw the scientist in a discreet way, rushing his steps to the library, while trying to appear overly frightened not to arouse suspicion. His efforts were not in vain, Pascal firmly believed that his presence was not noticed and there was no relevance to Carl, which hurt him deeply. The attention of those who wanted it so much and who had always been by his side, was now a very rare event to happen, and it was always covered by a thick layer of coldness and formality.

He rubbed his hands, warmed by wool gloves, in order to relieve the pain he felt at his fingertips. There were few species of plants that were able to withstand the dense layers of snow, most of which consisted of dry branches or leaves that could fall apart with a single touch. Walking in a straight line, he crossed a part of the forest and ended up finding a large building in front of him. It was the well-known chapel of Lacombrade, he did not agree with the choice of name, the structure was too majestic, a masterpiece of architecture to be considered just a chapel.

It had been some time since he had visited such a place, he would go only in times of extreme need, he was not interested in religion at all. Even with his lack of belief in the divine, he could not deny that he was able to admire every part of that wonderful building, he was enchanted by the details and the grandeur of the torrers. He watched the small snowflakes falling delicately in different regions, especially under a cross that was at the top of the Church. It was this same cross that facilitated the identification of the building over long distances, and it was the one that cast a long shadow on summer afternoons, where the sun was in the perfect position.

The scientist remained motionless for a few seconds, lost in thought, and feeling foolish for what he was about to say to himself:

"I doubt your existence, I don't think you are around here or anywhere else." - He said in an almost inaudible tone of voice, still keeping his eyes towards the sky - "But if it is, do not allow that depressive countenance to remain on Carl's face ..."

He did not believe that his words could change anything, he quickly moved away from the Church and walked in a random direction, berating himself for speaking to a being, who for Pascal, was nonexistent. His words might seem vague, but his intentions did not, he could see the changes in the religious boy's behavior from a distance. He no longer smiled as often, he isolated himself from his other companions, with whom he had always accompanied him before.

He could use whatever excuses he wanted, he didn't want to appear arrogant, but he felt that such changes had occurred thanks to what they felt for each other. Pascal still remembered perfectly the moment when Carl confessed everything he felt, remembered how strong his heart was beating and the feeling of the last time they embraced.

The same boy who missed him so much, was now surrounded by books, forcing himself to keep his eyes open and continue to read them. The most varied subjects were not enough to keep him focused, his mind was often lost in thoughts that he wanted to avoid. The causes of his distraction were the most diverse, he was concerned about the escape plan that would take place on Friday night, he feared that his lack of concentration would hamper his performance in the final tests.

It wasn't just that that troubled him, Pascal's image came to mind when he least expected it. He missed his presence, his conversations, having him around and all the good times they shared, delving into this type of memory was what made him worse. But there were other sensations that young Carl remembered more than he would like, he lowered his head when he remembered the arms around him, and the texture of his lips next to his. He felt like a failure for not being able to forget, but deep down, he wished he could experience it all again.

The dark-haired boy reflected on how difficult the past weeks had been, it frustrated and tired him. He felt prickled in his head, which made it more difficult for him to concentrate and caused continuous discomfort. Such pain was caused by the excess of alcohol he had consumed the night before, he used to drink when he felt frustrated, but what was something occasional, started to be a recurring habit.

Most of the time, the amount was not enough to make him drunk, but the dark-haired boy had crossed his limits yesterday. He needed to get his feelings out, his frustrations were too heavy for him to carry on in silence. The bottles hidden in his closet were his confidants, the only ones that saw him in his most deplorable state.

He felt weak, he knew it would happen if he drank more than he was used to, so why did he insist on continuing? He was becoming what he promised not to become, he feared that those bad habits were his only reason for living.

Fiery waters erode inside him, inflict so much pain on him that he is able to forget what it really hurts.

"The only moments I stop thinking about this is when I can't even think ..."

His greatest comfort was the calendar, the days passed quickly and the moment when he returned home was getting closer and closer. That year's vacation would be a good one, he could stay with his family during the holidays, and maybe even travel together. He planned every detail of the next two months in his head, which served as a distraction and gave him hope. He would participate in dances, he could cycle around the house with Sebastian, just like when they were younger; he would wake up without the worries and fear of judgment.

He would walk the long corridors of his house, listening only to the sound of his own steps, read all the books he wished and enjoy the visits of family and friends. It all seemed too perfect, and it really was, all he wanted most were moments of joy like these. But everything was still not quite right, the harsh reality would come back to haunt him at the beginning of the following year.

He would feel even more alone, thinking about how Serge and Gilbert would be living on their own in Paris, facing the dangers that surrounded Lacombrade outside.

He focused on what was about to happen, he would need to be there that needed his help, he could take care of his own problems alone, after everything was over. Everyone had been informed in detail about the big day, counting down the minutes to Friday night, where they allowed friends to achieve freedom and hope for a happier life. Carl felt anxious, feared that they would be discovered, that something unexpected would happen, or worse, that they would not be able to survive outside.

This was his biggest fear at the moment, he realized recently that his feelings towards the pianist had diminished considerably. He no longer saw him as an idol or someone unreachable for some time, his presence turned into something normal, and his anguish about this matter seemed to be finally disappearing.

There was only one thing about Serge that Carl longed for: his happiness. He was delighted at how devoted, loyal and enamored the pianist was for his blond companion, when he saw them together, it was as if they could complement each other in some way. He saw them as opposites, which was really true, but they worked perfectly well together.

They were kindred spirits, that was a fact, however immoral and sinful Carl might find, he somehow wanted to experience it. He dreamed of being able to have someone by his side, someone who knew him better than anyone else and that he felt completely comfortable being himself. The young Carl Messier longed for someone to love, and when he was finally able to find ...

The sentence was not completely formulated in his mind, because soon after he started to cry among the books, silently and with caution so that he would not be noticed by the other students. He begged for forgiveness and to give him strength, it was the moment when he needed it most.

A few days have passed since what happened in the library, which Carl would rather not remember and imagine that nothing happened. He was now in room 17, surrounded by suitcases and crates, along with his friends. They had agreed to assist Serge and Gilbert in packing their belongings before the trip, since all help was welcome and it was another opportunity to spend a moment together before leaving. That half of the second week of December had been hectic for everyone, those who were staying were busy preparing for the final exams, and those who were leaving longed for their longed-for freedom, and took every possible care not to be discovered.

The room seemed even smaller with the number of people present; Kurt and Neka, boasting of their physical strength and athletic build, chose to carry whatever was heavier. Serge and Gilbert carefully removed their clothes from the closet and folded them on the bed, the blond boy preferred to do this silently and alone, while the pianist talked to little Sebastian, who helped him with the task. And lastly, Pascal and Carl arranged the books in small piles and tied them up so they wouldn't be wrinkled during the trip. Although they did the same task, the two boys remained physically distant, each preferring to occupy an opposite side of the room.

The presence of everyone made the atmosphere more pleasant, although they had to pretend that nothing had happened between the two, that they remained close as always. This made the situation even more embarrassing for both of them, who struggled to maintain physical and emotional distance.

There were many moments when they exchanged glances across the room, they looked at each other frequently and tried to hide it afterwards, they could feel the tension rising in the air. The little space did not contribute to the distance, since they had to get out of the way so that Kurt and Neka could carry the heaviest luggage around the room. They were sitting on the bed of Serge, the red-haired scientist with Carl, beside a pile of books and other objects. Gilbert sat on his own bed, close to Serge and Sebastian, who watched the other two boys position their bags in the center of the room.

The religious boy greatly appreciated the fact that his brother was sociable enough to be able to hold a conversation for a long time, preventing the awkward silence from taking over the room.

The body language of Pascal and the boy who was now sitting next to him could not deceive anyone. They avoid eye contact and act as if the presence of the other does not exist, hoping that this will not be seen strangely. In a moment of carelessness, where everyone engaged in casual conversation, Carl was distracted from the subject and lost himself in his thoughts. He admired Pascal carefully, watching the details of his appearance and trying to see if anything had changed during the time they stayed away.

His red, tousled hair remained the same, perhaps a little longer than he had noticed the last time, sometimes falling in front of his eyes. Carl realized what he was doing, and punished himself mentally for it, the withdrawal would be of no use if his mentality remained the same. He didn't know how long he had fixed his eyes on the red-haired boy, but he just hoped it wasn't long enough to be noticed. Unfortunately, the person the religious boy had so praised earlier for keeping the conversation flowing was responsible for exposing what he so longed to hide.

"What's the matter, Carl? Do you see something that caught your attention?" - The younger boy said, mocking his brother.

He hesitated to answer for a second, everyone was looking at him curiously now, he felt frozen and avoided this as much as possible. He made a point of mentally recalling having a conversation with Sebastian later, being irritated by looking like a fool. His brother looked at him with a mischievous smile, as if he knew something

"What are you talking about? Don't change the subject so suddenly." - Carl luckily was able to formulate a convincing sentence, he returned to the topic that was being discussed before Sebastian's provocation

Fortunately, there was not much more to be done, in a few minutes they all went back to their respective rooms. The corridor of room 17 was empty now, except for the presence of two brothers, who enjoyed the silence to talk. Carl made Sebastian wait for everyone to leave to talk to him, he seemed authoritarian, but that didn't bother his younger brother. The younger boy already hoped that his antics would have a consequence, but that only served to amuse him even more. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed and a smile on his face, Sebastian asks his brother:

"What would you like to talk about, Carl?"

Cynical as always, it irritated the older brother from time to time, because he did not have this malice when he was his age. Discussions between them were rare, Carl usually scolded him and he smiled as if he didn't care.

"Keep your inopportune comments to yourself ..." - He replied with a serious expression, trying to command respect, which didn't work much.

Sebastian never saw him as an authority figure, even though he tried very hard to make it happen, in the end he was still his good older brother, victim of his mischief. His comment did not bother the youngest boy at all, on the contrary, he only made him smile before positioning himself in front of him. With a childish and innocent laugh, the younger brother subtly mocked the sermon he was receiving.

"Be smart, hiding that you love someone makes everything more noticeable, I've told you that before!" - Sebastian said before running out towards his own room, which was in the opposite direction from room 17.

The religious boy, perplexed by what he had just heard, did not answer anything and stayed there for a few moments. He did not believe that someone as young as his brother, managed to understand the real reason for his behavior. He wondered what else he could know and be omitting, he feared rumors would spread through Lacombrade, since his brother was Rosemariné's assistant. He would be more cautious from now on, especially with Sebastian, as his childish appearance was only a cover for his great intelligence. Indeed, one of the most pure and naive young men, he had the precocious brother he could ever have.

Continued in the next chapter

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Episode Reviews - Star Trek The Next Generation Season 1 (3 of 6)

As we draw close to crossing the first month of 2021 off the calendar to make room for February, which in my view is only of use for Pancake Day and nothing more, I’m back with yet more reviews from the first season of Star Trek: TNG. Will these episodes prove any better than those of the first two rounds, or are we looking at more lemons with warp engines? Let’s find out…

Episode 10: Hide and Q

Plot (as adapted from Wikipedia):

The Enterprise is en route to Quadra Sigma to aid colonists caught in a methane explosion when Q re-appears and demands that they abandon their mission to compete in a game. He teleports Commander Riker and the bridge crew, with the exception of Captain Picard, to a barren landscape and appears in front of them wearing a uniform of a Napoleonic era French marshal. He explains the rule of the game is to stay alive, and after Lt. Yar refuses to compete, he transports her back to the bridge of the Enterprise in a "penalty box".

Q returns to the bridge too, to talk Picard into setting a wager. He explains that the Q Continuum is testing Commander Riker to see if he is worthy of being granted their powers. Picard, having the utmost faith in his First Officer, takes the bet, as winning it would mean Q would get off their backs. Meanwhile, Riker and his team are attacked by what Lt. Worf reports as "vicious animal things" wearing French soldier uniforms from the Napoleonic era and armed with muskets that fire energy bolts instead of the classic projectiles. Q returns to Riker and tells him that he has granted him the powers of the Continuum, and Riker promptly returns his crew mates to the ship but remains behind with Q to ultimately reject the powers. Q brings the crew back to the landscape, this time without their phasers and with Picard. The crew are attacked once more by the aliens, and both Worf and Wesley Crusher are killed. Riker uses the powers of the Q to return the crew again and bring both Worf and Wesley back to life.

Riker makes a promise to Picard never to use the powers again and the ship arrives at Quadra Sigma. A rescue team beams down and discovers a young girl who has died. Riker is tempted to save her, but in the end, he refuses to do so out of respect for his promise. However, he quickly shows signs of regret at this decision, which he expresses to the captain. Tension between Picard and his first officer grows as Riker now seems to be embracing his powers, and his behaviour toward the crew begins to change. At Q's suggestion, and with Picard's blessing, Riker uses his powers to give his friends what he believes they want, turning Wesley into an adult, giving La Forge normal sight in place of his visor, and creating a Klingon female companion for Worf. All the recipients reject their gifts, however, with Data even anticipating and declining Riker's attempt to make him human. Picard declares that Q has failed, and when Q attempts to go back on his word, he is forcibly recalled to the Continuum. Picard is pleased to see Q gone, and praises Riker for confirming his trust in his "Number One".

Review:

There are two main reasons to enjoy this episode; Q and Picard. This is the first time since the pilot that we’ve seen Q and Picard interact, and it’s much better this time because both the actors are a bit more at grips with their characters. The scene in the Captain’s ready room between the pair where they both quote Shakespeare is one of the real highlights of the first season, a veritable miniature diamond in a season-long run of rough. In some respects, it’s almost a pity Picard-Q meet-ups aren’t more frequent, but ultimately, I think that they have to be done as little as possible to retain some impact in the later seasons.

Unfortunately, the episode lacks sufficient subtlety in trying to convey a story about power corrupting. The key reason why the Dark Phoenix story in the X-Men comics is a classic that no adaptation has ever effectively captured is because it involves Jean Grey being corrupted by power slowly, inch by inch, until circumstances push her over the edge. When the Primarch Horus is turned to Chaos in the Horus Heresy novels that form part of Warhammer 40,000 lore, it’s not an overnight transformation from the noble being he was to the power-mad tyrant laying waste to Terra years later. It’s a slow, gradual seduction by power, and a single episode of any TV show doesn’t give that.

As a result, the idea of Riker’s shift in character and attitude seems too rapid and falls flat. The only thing that doesn’t fall flat is how the rest of the cast reacts when Riker tries to act with benevolence. It’s a testament to each of them how they resist being granted their supposedly fondest wishes. I especially applaud Geordi and the autistic-like Data for their choices. I never like stories that try to push the idea that characters who are somehow differently abled, either blatantly or through the metaphor of a genre-specific concept, should always want to eliminate that difference. Maybe Geordi can’t see like everyone else, but considering all the different things he can see with his visor, it’s not like the vision he has is any better or worse. It’s just a pity his reason for saying no was more about not liking a Q-style Riker than about accepting himself and all the goodness inherent in that.

Add in Troi not being around at a time when her character could be very annoying without much effort, and you’ve got an episode that has many saving graces propping up a poor execution of a decent core concept. End score for this one, probably 7 out of 10.

Episode 11: Haven

Plot (as adapted from Wikipedia):

The Enterprise arrives at the planet Haven, where the ship's half-Betazoid Counsellor Deanna Troi has been summoned by her mother Lwaxana. Deanna had previously been set into an arranged marriage to the young human doctor, Wyatt Miller, and his parents have since tracked down Lwaxana to enforce the marriage. After Lwaxana and the Millers are welcomed aboard the Enterprise, the parents argue over whose cultural traditions will be honoured at the ceremony. Deanna and Wyatt attempt to get to know each other but find it difficult, as Deanna is still in love with Commander William Riker. Wyatt has had numerous dreams of another woman with whom he has fallen in love, and had initially believed her to be Deanna communicating telepathically with him.

The Enterprise then learns of an unmarked vessel approaching Haven. Captain Picard recognizes it as Tarellian, a race they thought to have been wiped out by a highly lethal and contagious virus. When they contact the ship, they find a handful of Tarellian refugees who have been travelling at sub-light speeds to Haven in hopes of finding an isolated location to live out the rest of their lives in peace. Picard insists that they cannot go to the planet for fear of spreading the virus, and has the Tarellian vessel placed in a tractor beam. Wyatt discovers that one of the Tarellians, Ariana, is the woman from his dreams, and she too recognizes Wyatt. Wyatt tells Dr Crusher that he will transport some medical supplies to them, but transports himself along with the supplies. When the crew discovers this, Wyatt's parents demand that Picard bring Wyatt back to the Enterprise, but Denna insists that he cannot return, as Wyatt would now carry the Tarellian virus. Wyatt promises his parents, Deanna, and the rest of the crew that he knew that this would be his destiny, and is happy to try to help cure the Tarellian virus. Wyatt convinces the Tarellians to leave Haven and search for help elsewhere. Picard orders the tractor beam to be dropped and allows the vessel to depart the system.

Review:

When it comes to Majel Barrett in the era of the TNG-DS9-Voyager shows, her best work as a guest star is her voice work as the voice of any given Starfleet computer. Her worst work is when she’s guest-starring as Deanna Troi’s mother. Her whole character is the very definition of nails on a chalk board, and it’s very rare if ever that an episode featuring her can be anything good. That said, her presence does help to improve Deanna’s character just because it means Deanna’s suddenly no longer the most likely to irk you with her characterisation. Basically, anytime Deanna’s on the screen at this early stage in the show, all I can think is “please don’t have her go all over-sensitive like she did in the pilot.”

Leaving the Troi family aside, the episode isn’t much to get excited about. Just a run-of-the-mill b-plot about a plague ship that interconnects with the main plot nicely to save us from the Trek equivalent of a shotgun wedding. Frankly, I’d have preferred it if they’d done a plot exploring the arranged marriage idea and casting it down as the terrible idea it is, but then I suppose it wouldn’t be politic to do that with a culture that is part-and-parcel of the Federation instead of being the guest-race-of-the-week. I’d give this one about 3 out of 10.

Episode 12: The Big Goodbye

Plot (as adapted from Wikipedia):

The Enterprise heads to Torona IV to open negotiations with the Jarada, an insect-like race that are unusually strict in matters of protocol. After practicing the complex greeting the Jarada require to open negotiations, Captain Jean-Luc Picard decides to relax with a Dixon Hill story in the holodeck. Playing Detective Hill in the holo-program, Picard takes up the case of Jessica Bradley, who believes that Cyrus Redblock is trying to kill her. Picard decides to continue the program later and leaves the holodeck to affirm their estimated arrival at Torona IV. He invites Dr Beverly Crusher and historian crewmember Whalen to join him in the holodeck. While Crusher is still preparing, Picard and Whalen are ready to enter the holodeck when Lt. Commander Data arrives, having overheard Picard's invitation. Entering the holodeck, the three discover that Jessica has been murdered in Picard's absence. As Picard explains that he saw Jessica at his office the day before, Lt. Bell brings Picard into the police station for questioning as a suspect in her murder. Meanwhile, the Enterprise is scanned from a distance by the Jarada, causing a power surge in the holodeck external controls. Dr Crusher later enters the holodeck, first experiencing a momentary glitch with the holodeck doors, and joins her friends at the police station.

The Jarada demand their greeting earlier than the agreed time and are insulted at having to talk to anyone other than the Captain. The crew tries to communicate with Picard in the holodeck but finds it impossible; the Jarada signal has affected the holodeck's functions, preventing the doors from opening or allowing communication with the crew inside. Lt. Geordi La Forge and Wesley Crusher attempt to repair the holodeck systems. While inside the holodeck, the group returns to Dixon's office. Mr. Leech appears, having waited for Picard, demanding he turn over an object he believes Jessica gave him. When Picard fails to understand, Leech shoots Dr. Whalen with a gun, and the crew discovers that the safety protocols have been disabled, as Whalen is severely wounded. As Dr Crusher cares for his wound, Picard and Data discover that the holodeck is malfunctioning, and they are unable to exit the program. Mr. Leech is joined by Redblock, who continues to demand the object. Lt. McNary arrives and becomes involved in the standoff. Picard tries to explain the nature of the holodeck, but Redblock refuses to believe him.

Outside, Wesley finds the glitch; however, he cannot simply turn off the system for fear of losing everyone inside. Instead, Wesley resets the simulation, briefly placing Picard and the others in the middle of a snowstorm before finding themselves back in Dixon's office. With the reset successfully clearing the malfunction, the exit doors finally appear. Despite Picard's warnings, Redblock and Leech exit the holodeck, but dissipate as they move beyond the range of its holo-emitters. As they leave the holodeck, Picard thanks McNary, who now suspects that his world is artificial and asks whether Picard's departure is "the big goodbye", to which Picard replies that he simply doesn't know. Picard reaches the bridge in time to give the proper greeting to the Jarada. The Jarada accept the greeting, heralding the start of successful negotiations.

Review:

The Big Goodbye has a special place in the era of holodeck era of Trek as the first example of a “holodeck-gone-wrong” episode. Later episodes of this series and the spin-off shows Deep Space Nine and Voyager would return to the premise of holodeck malfunctions time and again as either minor or major plot points. Unfortunately, the holodeck is already going wrong as a plot device in the show just from a technical realisation standpoint.

The basic idea of the holodeck is that it creates 3D images that resemble whatever is programmed into the computer, with some kind of force-fields giving the images substance while other aspects of the technology fill in the proverbial blanks (e.g. special programming to create interactive characters, localised environmental controls, etc.) However, everything that exists within the holodeck can only exist within the range of the room’s tech; if anything created by the holodeck moves beyond its walls, it should instantly cease to be. However, in the Farpoint pilot, Wesley Crusher fell into water on the holodeck, and when he walked out into the corridor, he remained wet and dripping when all the holographic water should have disappeared the instance he walked through the exit.

Likewise, in this episode Picard picks up a lipstick mark when he first tries the holodeck’s new upgrades, and that should have disappeared when he later briefs the crew in the observation lounge. Instead, Dr Crusher has to wipe the lipstick off for the captain, despite the fact it should have disappeared from Picard’s face long ago. It’s an annoying issue, and one that could have been easily fixed even back in the 1980’s when this show was made; evidently, this was just another example of how bad the show was at this stage. If TNG ever gets the kind of reboot the original series did, I sincerely hope any use of the holodecks pays attention to and rectifies this error in the application of the holodeck concept.

Otherwise, this episode doesn’t do much more than give Brent Spiner a bit more to do with Data by having him impersonate a 40’s-style gangers and give Patrick Stewart someone else to be besides the captain of the latest version of the Enterprise. It’s a fairly well-made episode for season 1 of this show, and it really sells the illusion of the holodeck program for the most part. The people who made the show just needed to learn that anything that gets made in the holodeck stays in the holodeck. I’d give it about 5 out of 10.

Episode 13: Datalore

Plot (as adapted from Wikipedia):

While on the way to Starbase Armus IX for computer maintenance, the Enterprise arrives at the planet Omicron Theta, the site of a vanished colony where the starship Tripoli originally found the android Data. An away team travels to the surface and finds that what had been farmland is now barren with no trace of life in the soil. The team also finds a lab which they discover is where Dr. Noonien Soong, a formerly prominent but now discredited robotics designer, built Data. The team also find a disassembled android nearly identical to Data and return with it to the ship. As the course to the Starbase is resumed, the crew reassemble and reactivate Data's "brother" in sickbay. He refers to himself as Lore, and explains that Data was built first and he himself is the more perfect model. He feigns naiveté to the crew, but shows signs of being more intelligent than he is letting on. Later, in private, he tells Data that they were actually created in the opposite order, as the colonists became envious of his own perfection. He also explains that a crystalline space entity capable of stripping away all life force from a world was responsible for the colony's demise.

Lore then incapacitates Data, revealing that he plans to offer the ship's crew to the entity. When a signal transmission is detected from Data's quarters, Wesley Crusher arrives to investigate. He finds Lore, now impersonating Data, who explains that he had to incapacitate his brother after being attacked. Wesley is doubtful, but pretends to accept the explanation. Soon after, the same crystalline entity that had attacked the colony approaches the ship. Lore, still pretending to be Data, enters the bridge as the object hovers before the Enterprise and explains that he incapacitated his brother by turning him off, causing Doctor Beverly Crusher to be suspicious, since Data had previously treated the existence of such a feature as a closely guarded secret. Lore then explains that he can communicate with the crystalline entity and suggests to Captain Jean-Luc Picard that he should show a demonstration of force by beaming an object toward the entity and then destroying it with the ship's phasers.

Lore's attempts to imitate Data are imperfect, though initially only Wesley is suspicious, and his efforts to voice these concerns only draw rude rebukes from Picard and his mother. However, Picard does ultimately become suspicious, especially when Lore does not recognize Picard's usual command to "make it so". Although Picard sends a security detachment to tail him, Lore overpowers Lt. Worf and evades pursuit. Meanwhile, the suspicious Dr Crusher and Wesley reactivate the unconscious Data, and the three of them race to the cargo hold to find Lore plotting with the entity to defeat the Enterprise. When Lore discovers them, he threatens Wesley with a phaser and orders Dr Crusher to leave. Data quickly rushes Lore and a brawl ensues. Data manages to knock Lore onto the transporter platform, and Wesley activates it, beaming Lore into space. With its conspirator no longer aboard, the crystalline entity departs, and the Enterprise resumes its journey to the starbase.

Review:

This episode very heavily relies on answering the mystery of Data’s origin and giving him a villainous brother in a manner similar to the Thor-Loki dynamic of Marvel superhero lore (pardon the inadvertent pun) to make it worth watching, because goodness knows it falls down everywhere else. Spiner is remarkable playing the treacherous Lore alongside his regular character of Data, and it’s fun to see him make the best of what ultimately becomes a poor episode on other fronts.

I know some reviewers have stated they don’t understand Lore’s motives for allying with the Crystalline Entity, but as a Marvel fan, it’s actually fairly easy to deduce. Much like Loki in Marvel’s Thor franchise, Lore is a bit of a trickster, an android Q but without the pseudo-godhood or ultimately benign motives of Q. Also like Loki, Lore is the unfavoured son, one who was basically cast aside in favour of something supposedly better, so he’s turned against the humanity his brother admires and emulates out of jealousy and the pain of rejection. It’s not a hard motive to grasp, but with Lore not explicitly saying it, you need that knowledge of another fictional reference to make the deduction. Given that Marvel lore was largely overlooked by the adult world until superheroes were made into a legitimate cinematic genre at the turn of the century, it’s unlikely many original reviewers would have made the link.

However, as I’ve noted, the episode falls apart in other respects. The crew’s haste to reassemble Data’s brother mid-flight is very risky behaviour more akin to the cowboy antics of Kirk’s crew from the original series than Picard’s more measured approach, and they are remarkably stupid in failing to catch onto Lore’s threat. Only Wesley shows the requisite insight and intelligence, but expresses it poorly because at this time no one on the show could write Wesley with any kind of competence. As a result, Picard ends up looking like a total git for his outburst at Wesley, Wesley’s mother comes off almost as bad, and when it turns out that, as ever, Wesley was right, there’s no apology from Picard at all. On balance, this episode rates about 5 out of 10, which can be taken as the anti-Wesley acting having a severely detrimental impact on a great Spiner performance, or a great Spiner performance saving the episode by some horrid Wesley-bashing.

Episode 14: Angel One

Plot (as adapted from Wikipedia):

The Enterprise arrives at the planet Angel One, which is ruled by an oligarchy of women. The ship is looking for survivors from the shipwrecked freighter Odin, over seven years after having been evacuated. The freighter was missing three escape pods and the only planet in range was Angel One. An away team consisting of Commander William Riker, Lt. Commander Data, Lt. Tasha Yar, and Counsellor Deanna Troi beam down to the surface. They attempt to negotiate with Mistress Beata, the "Elected One" of the native inhabitants, to let them search for the survivors. Time is of the essence however, as the Enterprise must travel to a Federation outpost near the Romulan Neutral Zone (where a group of Romulan Battlecruisers has been detected) as soon as they resolve their investigation into the Odin survivors.

Beata reveals that they are aware of four male survivors of the Odin who have caused disruption in their society, and are considered fugitives. Beata requests Riker stay with her (and later requests that he order Troi, Data, and Yar to track down the survivors' camp and their leader Ramsey, while staying and dining with her). After some back and forth, Data concludes Ramsey and the survivors of the Odin would have platinum with them, and Angel One is naturally devoid of platinum, allowing the Enterprise to easily detect them. Meanwhile, Riker dresses in the garb given to him for his dinner with Beata, Troi and Yar tease him for dressing in clothes that sexualize him and, in some ways, demean him. He responds by saying he is honouring the local customs, and acknowledges Beata's beauty, and that the garb is rather comfortable.

The Enterprise searches while in orbit around Angel One. Doctor Beverly Crusher relieves Captain Jean-Luc Picard of duty after he and most of the crew have fallen ill to a random virus on board. The Captain leaves Lieutenant Geordi La Forge in command (Geordi's first time in acting command of a starship). Shortly after, they find Ramsey and transmit his location to the Away Team, who beam directly to there.

When confronted by Data, Yar, and Troi, Ramsey and his men, having taken wives and started families during the seven years, refuse to leave. Data points out that as the Odin was not a star fleet vessel, its crew is not bound by the Prime Directive and the Enterprise cannot remove them against their will. Geordi informs Yar of the medical situation on board, and that more Romulan ships have been detected near the Neutral Zone. Riker gets close to Beata as they compare how gender roles differ between Angel One and the Federation. On the Enterprise, systems are becoming harder to maintain with more crew succumbing to the virus. Geordi (after a friendly reminder from a sniffling Worf) remembers that in command, he must delegate tasks so he can stay on the bridge. Dr Crusher finds that the virus is an airborne organism that produces a sweet smell, to encourage inhalation, after which it becomes viral inside the body.

Riker gets up to date with the situation, and decides that while Ramsey and his group are at large and refusing to leave the planet, there is little they can do. Before leaving they find that one of Beata's fellow mitstresses, Ariel, has married Ramsey, and was followed by Beata's guards to their camp, where they arrested the survivors and their families. The Away Team attempt to explain to Beata the reason for Ramsey's refusal to leave. Beata and her council reject his reasoning, and threatens to execute them the following day. After failing to convince Ramsey and his group to leave with them, Riker contacts the Enterprise in hopes of transporting Ramsey and his group without their consent (despite it being a violation of the Prime Directive, and almost certainly an end to his career). However, Dr Crusher (while treating an incapacitated Geordi in the Captain's chair) refuses to allow anyone to beam aboard for fear of them being infected, but allows Data, an android, to return. Riker orders Data to take command and get the Enterprise to the Neutral Zone before it's too late.

The following morning the Away Team is invited to witness the execution of Ramsey and his followers. Moments after Riker rejects their invitation Data makes contact and informs them that there is a 48-minute window in which Dr Crusher has to find a cure, and Riker must defuse the situation on the planet before the ship must leave for the Neutral Zone. On the planet, Ramsey and his men are prepared to be executed by disintegration despite Ariel's pleas, while Dr Crusher discovers a cure for the virus. Riker is prepared to have the away team and the Odin survivors beamed to the Enterprise, but makes a plea that execution will do Angel One’s society little good. He contends that Ramsey and his men have simply become a symbol for pre-existing dissatisfaction with the current society on Angel One, an evolutionary change that execution may only accelerate by turning Ramsey’s group into martyrs.

After deliberating with her fellow mistresses, Beata announces that she will stay the execution and banish Ramsey, his men, their families, and any others that support them to the far side of the planet. She explains that their banishment will not stop the fall of the oligarchy, but will slow it down enough that Beata will not be around to see its end. The away team return to the ship and Picard, already recovering from the virus but hardly having a voice, orders the ship to the Neutral Zone at high warp.

Review:

Apparently, the idea of this episode was look at South Africa’s apartheid system, but using a gender-based schism in a female-dominated society to explore the concept along gender lines rather than being more direct and using anything akin to a racial divide. As a result, the intention is lost behind some very horrendously sexist rubbish that makes the show seem more like a bad parody of feminism. The episode also has a lousy b-plot of a virus story that adds nothing to the episode, and again showcases how badly the holodeck concept was being handled at this time. A snowball from a holodeck skiing program should not be able to go through the holodeck doors to hit Picard and Worf in the corridor. 2 out of 10 is all this episode deserves.

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i ramble a lot so my letter is under a readmore (i put everything in one post so you don’t have to juggle links around). obviously you don’t have to follow any of the things i put in here, but hopefully this will help you out!

general things i like

PINING. I’M SUCH A SLUT FOR PINING ALL THE PINING ULTRA PINING SUPER PINING. i have SO MUCH FUN reading about idiots in love who aren’t together yet and i far prefer it to fics with already established relationships. this is also applicable to when they know the other is in love with them but they can’t act on it for some reason.

i’m down for either gen or romantic!! what really does it for me is the developing relationship, platonic or otherwise, and the character dynamics and interactions and all the little moments in between. stuff like developing trust and finding kinship and growing respect for the other and subconsciously learning to lean on the other over anyone else is far more important for me than any kissing will ever be (though kissing is also nice if you wanna go down that route lmao)

i love love LOVE enemies/rivals-?to-friends?-to-lovers and bickering pairs in general, as you can probably tell by my choice in character! it’s so much fun and it gives us so many opportunities for character and relationship developments :D

continuing from the above points, nothing kills me as much as characters that bicker all the time but in the end they rely on the other and go to each other before they go to anyone else, whether they realize it or not

i REALLY like the canon and characters for all the fandoms i picked, so sticking at least to their characterizations and the overall “tone” of canon is a huge plus!! “missing scenes” and “what if” canon-divergent situations are excellent, as are continuations from where canon left us! that being said, i also enjoy more conceptual AUs and i’ve put more details about those a little further below. rule of thumb is that i enjoy AUs where the focus remains more on the relationship itself and how it works on such a setting than on the worldbuilding for it.

fun tropes i enjoy (sorry, these are a bit romance-leaning but if you’re not into that they can probably be adapted somehow): fake dating, accidentally got roped into x and shenanigans of all sorts keep happening, misunderstood confessions, groundhog day au, one or both the characters having stupid levels of denial while technically in a relationship and just not realizing it like What Do You Mean We’re Dating??, that sorta thing.

TROPE SUBVERSION ALL THE WAY!

general things i dislike

kidfics. babyfics. next gen fics. pregnancy fics, or even pregnancy discussed in the fic is a major squick of mine. the one exception i make for kidfics is for petshop of horrors when it comes to chris and the pets, as they already belong in canon, but no babies or children otherwise please.

future fics in general, actually. what i enjoy is the relationship development, so huge time skips make me feel like we missed way too much. one exception to this is post-canon petshop of horrors, for obvious reasons.

i usually don’t like most angst stuff since it feels a bit gratuitous to me when it comes to most fandoms and characters. the one exception for this is psoh (see below if you’re picking this fandom - and wow psoh seems to be the exception to everything huh) or when it’s a more introspective sort of fic. as a result of this, i’d pass on most content with major character death, sexual abuse, self-harm, the like, though of course there are always exceptions to the rule and you’re free to write as you wish!

hard AUs are a bit ugh to me. by this i mean AUs that rely heavily on setting, such as high school AUs, harry potter AUs, that sort of thing. i DO however enjoy stuff like siren AUs and soulmate AUs, depending on the concept and on the fandom. more details in their own sections if you enjoy writing those!

i heavily dislike things involving cheating/infidelity, sickfics, and genderbending of any kind is a bit ehhhh for me, as are concepts such as ABO. hard pass on stuff like dysphoria and deep diving into most mental illnesses, too (with a possible exception for depression when it comes to psoh).

script-based or roleplay fic is not really my preferred format, i really enjoy prose instead of nearly all dialogue!

if you’re going for nsfw

kinks

moderate sadomasochism, uncommon forms of bondage (plants, stuck with strange substance or in awkward position, the shadows from p&tf as restraints, etc), choking/breathplay, xenophilia and tentacles/alien genitals (shadowplay in p&tf, non-human genitals for the staryk lord, etc), moderate degradation, edging/desperation play, ladies topping and calling the shots, bloodplay/knifeplay, long hair/hair pulling (staryk lord, leon orcot), sharp nails/claws (staryk lord, charlotte la bouff, count d; miryem mandelstam having them is actually preferable to the staryk lord now that i think of it), lowkey cannibalism imagery (count d re:leon orcot)

squicks

scat, vomit, praise kink, daddy or baby kink, vore, forced feminization, pet play, gore, abuse, abo, anything involving pregnancy at all

PETSHOP OF HORRORS

i’m usually not very partial to angst but GODS does psoh throw that out of the window, so feel more than free to run with it if you wanna go down that route. psoh is RIPE for angst. we got two people with abandonment and inadequacy issues: leon who decided to leave his whole life behind to chase someone who gave him life and then left and initially didn’t even bother to do it with any sort of goodbyes, and d who is supremely fucked up by his upbringing and had to push leon off the ark to continue his family’s mission and let drop one (1) single tear that he was not supposed to cry over a human. those fuckers. those idiots. i love them so much.

THAT BEING SAID, i also!!!! love slice of life shit for them!!!!!!!! GODS i love how much they bicker but then they turn around and the other is the person they rely on the most and who they trust implicitly above all others and how they keep roping each other into ridiculous shenanigans. neither of them are particularly communicative with a few rare exceptions, so there’s also a lot of room there for introspection and unspoken affection on both sides, which i LOVE. my son leon in particular is also super underestimated when it comes to his intelligence and tolerance for gay shit both in canon and fandom, and he performs ridiculous leaps of logic and instinct that somehow turn out to be right but that are super ???? for everyone else involved, and that’s always fun to see. hell, just another missing scene where leon brings d some cake and they banter fondly over tea is A++++ to me!!

nsfw???? bring it!!! this is the one fandom where you’re more than free to go super dark and kinky if you wanna, or if you wanna write tender loving reunion sex where d cries a little while leon is loving and disbelieving and so very careful that’s also excellent! i don’t have a particular preference on who tops either, it’s fun either way, but i tend to see leon more as a sub/masochist >u> i can also see it going a bit dark with those two, especially considering d and his kind (implied to eat human flesh and being predators more than once) so bloodplay and cannibalistic thoughts could be fun. re: d’s genitals (as are hotly debated in the fandom), i usually prefer either a dick or triple threat d, though some fun plant-man shenanigans also have their place here.

all in all, psoh is the most excellent genre triangle where i’d be super happy to receive anything on the slice-of-life/angst/smut corners! (also, slash is 3249823% acceptable if you couldn’t tell by my ranting, as is a hint of crack)

if you’re thinking going AU on this one, my suggestions are of slight universe alterations instead of major world AUs. examples could be soulmate AUs (trope subversion would be GREAT here, aka foreign script they didn’t initially recognize, or only Ds having soulmates while humans do not, or the same scenario as the last but leon DOES have it on his skin and just keeps it hidden because Normal Humans Don’t Have Birth Tattoos, or d never expected to have one because his kind is dead and yet when he pushes leon from the ark the soulmate bond is forged, etc), a different first meeting, or even missed connections when they did not know each other yet; something like papa being alive and brady bunch-ing it up with them and chris would also be both excellent and hilarious. epistolary form for those two is also fun! if you wanna go full universe AU, something like a vampire hunter leon could be very interesting >u>

SPINNING SILVER

WHERE DO I EVEN START. miryem and the staryk lord were my favourite part of the book; if the book was only their story i would have already been more than satisfied. the rest of the book is also excellent, but those two???? that story was far too great. enemies to allies to lovers is one of my favourite tropes, and this is one of the examples that just keeps proving me right. the slowly growing respect, the wariness when they both know what the other is capable of, the staryk lord getting hit with the hots for his wife when she manages the impossible and then miryem being unable to just let it go when he’s imprisoned and defeated. ACTUALLY lemme just grab that line of thought and bring up that moment when he was sorrowful and resigned when miryem didn’t argue further for the three rooms full of gold and he thought she would not succeed and that she would have to die for it. that, right there? those moments of renewed respect, those moments sudden longing for something they did not know they wanted? those are the things that kill me.

tonally, i love the sort of writing in canon too much to ask for anything different, though you’re by no means obliged to keep to it or to 1st person pov (i have a love-hate relationship with 1st person pov, ngl). missing moments from the novel or moments from the period of time they spent either courting or apart would be GREAT. for those two i actually don’t mind it too much if they’re already established, if it’s early on in the relationship when they’re still learning how to step around one another. the staryk lord flabbergasted or in awe of miryem is always Excellent(TM). bits of worldbuilding and staryk culture would be fun as applied to their relationship (such as the names thing, or courting habits, etc) as are AUs such as soulmates or alternate meetings and the like. if you’re wanting to go full universe AU, keeping some fairytale elements would be great!

if you’re going for nsfw? the name kink, holy shit that would be so goooood. the staryk lord being a bit of a masochist under miryem’s hands would also be great, and inhuman staryk genitals and erogenous zones/acts would be great to play with such as human body heat affecting them in different ways from normal, etc. bringing in his long hair would be a major plus. the build-up for the actual act is the best, so miryem and the staryk lord being super hot for each other while either denying it internally pre-relationship or being unable to go through with it post-relationship due to several factors (busy dealing with their people, no privacy, etc) would be EXCELLENT. so much fun can be had here!

PRINCESS AND THE FROG

i am 100% aware this is a weird-ass pairing but gods, the possibilities. it has so much potential. there are few things i like quite as much as a villain and a good person developing a strange sort of kinship with each other. this doesn’t have to mean in a romantic way, obviously! as i said, for me it’s the building understanding and reluctant respect that i really love, far more than the actual romance.

ideas, ideas, ideas. i’m aware this is a rare relationship to either portray or ask for, so i’m gonna try to give some more concrete-ish ones for you to build up on if you have no clue as to how to approach this. we could have canonverse with charlotte dealing with the shadowman in some other matter while the main plot is occurring, making him feel somewhat guilty about the whole marriage plot with laurence-turned-naveen; cue introspection or an entirely different outcome. or a post-canon sort of hades&persephone plot, with charlotte curious despite herself and tempted to listen to a shadow/dead/whatever!dr facilier when she’s the only one that can hear him, or her being dragged Beneath as well in a freak accident and then charming him into helping her back to the surface/living world (very, veeeeery reluctantly on his part, at least at the start, he might have even be thinking of tricking her but then change his mind when the time comes to do it). i think dr facilier wouldn’t be sure how to deal with charlotte’s particular brand of personality and good humour, and it’d throw him off his rhythm a lot - that sort of thing is always super fun to write.

soulmate au in canon would work pretty well, but with this pairing? FULL WORLD AU IS YOURS FOR THE TAKING. keeping to the shadowman sort of thing to her normal bougie self would be a major plus; it’s one of her charms. also, charlotte thinking that she wants one thing (her prince, for example) while keeping getting drawn to him time and time again could work on pretty much any era or setting. vice-versa for him, thinking he wants to be rid of her but coming to realize he’d actually miss her if she were to be gone. OR, charlotte deciding she wants this sullen manipulative bastard and manipulating HIM into taking her out and hanging out with her would be hilarious.

if you wanna do nsfw, i have only one major request: charlotte calling the shots/topping. i think this arrangement would be entirely in character for both of them (dr facilier would prob also enjoy having someone else do all the work lol) considering her go-getter attitude, but keeping in mind his manipulative personality i’d be more comfortable if she had some control over what was happening. ASIDE FROM THAT, dyou know what would be fun? a little darkness, and by that i mean consider dr facilier’s shadow joining in on the fun. shadows would also be an interesting sort of constraint. also i know i said charlotte calling the shots, but she can be constrained by the shadows while being amused by it or being used for it to happen (the latter case implying it’s not the first time that they’ve used it in bed play), or charlotte could team up with Shadow to do it to facilier instead. charlotte using her nails and facilier being a bit of a sub/masochist would also be pretty good!

(actually in general it’d be really fun if there was some complicity between charlotte and facilier’s shadow in general, regardless of nsfw or not. the shadow being wrapped around her little finger is an excellent concept, especially if facilier isn’t too fond of her just yet lmfao.)

thank you for reading all my rambling, and i hope you have fun!

#howl rambles a lot #yuletide #yuletide 2019 #dear yuletide author

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riddledeep · 5 years

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H.P.’s Full Character Profile

Slight Riddleverse ‘fic spoilers. Your mileage may vary.

OVERVIEW

Full Name: Fergusius Alexander Whimsifinado

Title(s): Head Pixie the First / Pixie holotype / Pixie 001

Preferred Form of Address: H.P.

Alternate Forms of Address: Esteemed Head Pixie / Mr. Whimsifinado / Fergus S. Whimsifinado / Fairy-Fergus / Fergus Prime / Boss / Sir

Aspiration: Build something great that will last in the hands of his descendants long after he’s gone

Born: Winter of the Fallen Mountain

Zodiac: Soil

Birthday: February 12th

Hometown: Novakiin - Small, wealthy town in Fairy World; features Wish Fixers and the science museum seen in “When L.O.S.E.R.S. Attack”

Came Into Adult Wings: 153,887 (Slightly earlier than average)

Age During Frozen Timestream: 744,699 (Mentally 66)

Age As of “Live For the Moment”: 892,130 (Mentally 79)

Age As of Devil’s Backbone: 907,959 (Mentally 80)

Race: Fae (Seelie Court)

Species: Pixie (Formerly classified as Fairy)

Ethnicity: Originally classified as a crossbred common fairy, but technically a full-blooded pixie (Faedivus quadratum). He has fairy, leprechaun, imp, nix, brownie, and will o’ the wisp ancestry.

Nationality: Formerly Ildáthachian (Obtained at birth); automatically changed to Spriggish shortly after the War of the Angels when Pixies became recognized as their own class

Patron Insect: Polistes dominula (European paper wasp)

Mindset: Gyne (Dominant)

Alpha Retinue Drone: Ennet Sanderson (Firstborn)

Previous Alpha Drones: Cosmo Waterberry (née Higgins), Buck Banister, Ren Hasten, Rupert Roebeam

Pheromones: Switched into maturity [unusually late in life] after pairing with Kalysta Ivorie in the Year of the Charged Waters.

Counterparts: Dame Head > H.P. > Anti-Fergus

Core: Laser cannon (“The Fairly Oddlympics”)

Core Color: Purple (Layer 1: Red; Layer 2: Blue)

Core Trait: [REDACTED; see the Origin of the Pixies chapter “The Makings of Greatness”]

Anti-Pixie: Tough-love backwoods type turned whiny emotional eater

Pixie Refract: Religious PTA mom

Stats:

Power: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Endurance: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Wisdom: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Adaptability: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Charisma: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Openness: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Conscientiousness: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Neuroticism: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Crown Lift: Very low

Breathing Lines: Triple fishtail braid

Karmic Weave: Frayed | Sparse | Plain | Average | Thick | Elaborate | Royal | At Equilibrium || Manifests as coronation robes

Fagiggly Color: Lavender

Preferred Shapeshifting Form: Goose

Signature Tactic: Disarming Kick - Literally kicks weapons out of people’s hands and catches them as they fall. More effective in his youth; not so much anymore with his older body.

Wand Type: Ulkroot / Gold

Struggles to use other wand varieties as his is a handicap booster to help him channel his limited magic. Chews on it when stressed (if he isn’t in public).

Family: High status and wealthy (Whimsifinado)

Creed: Páistí refracta foirfe daoine - “Heirs don’t make mistakes.”

Caretaker Spirit: His Glory Twryth (The wild hog)

Permanent Residence: Pixies Inc., Inkblot City; Pixie World

Has the penthouse suite at the top of the Headquarters building

Occupation: Head Pixie / CEO of Pixies Incorporated / Junk hoarder

Ruled: Year of the Dipping Moon - Present day

Heir: Markell Longwood

Previous Employment: Wish Fixers intern, worked in a bookstore during high school, butler to the Blue Robe, owner of a small tourist shop, owner of a small paperwork company, owner of Wish Fixers, worked under Santa Claus at Kringle Inc.

BACKGROUND

Self-Perception: That underappreciated guy who keeps the universe in order when the Fairies and Anti-Fairies go full chaotic mode.

Alignment: Neutral Evil

MBTI: ENTJ

Deadly Sin: Pride

Heavenly Virtue: Diligence

Love Language: Quality time

Reinforcers: Attention; he thinks getting scolded in public is funny

Personality: Very laid-back, although hot tempered in his youth. Has a sassy tongue and little shame. Likes to get his way and be the center of attention, and will undermine anyone who attempts to dominate over him. When H.P. is around, he makes sure you can’t miss him. Very organized, with a few small OCD tendencies that flare up worse when he’s stressed. Major procrastinator.

H.P. views the world in goal-oriented terms, and constantly tries to tackle large conquests without gaining experience from side-quests first. He’d prefer to try and fail at the boss fight over and over instead of backtracking to form a new strategy, the way Anti-Cosmo prefers. A lawyer at heart, H.P. would rather fight enemies on level ground through the legal system (aided by the occasional random blessing of chance) than maneuver political obstacles that simply force you to concede beneath social pressure. There’s no glory in an unfair fight.

Special Note - Compulsions: H.P. does not have obsessive compulsive disorder in the human sense of it; his half-insect brain makes him immune to such a human thing. True, he does likes to keep things orderly, and he always rewrites all his notes on a new page of his notebook rather than cramming a note into the margins. Many other pixies show similar preferences. However, they do not experience compulsions in the same way a human with OCD might; H.P. is not plagued by reoccurring thoughts and does not have regular rituals. His experiences are closer to zoochosis (expressing repetitive behavior patterns with no obvious goal or function; generally seen in zoo animals when they don’t receive enough stimulation).

H.P.’s organizational tendencies ebb and flow depending on his mood and current levels of stimulation; his compulsions are not as stable as obsessive compulsive disorder would be. When he becomes stressed, they flare up intensely and he’ll lock himself into stereotypic behavior patterns. Without someone like Sanderson around to redirect his attention, he can easily get stuck in the same repetitive task (like scratching a gash in a wall or picking at a thread) for twelve hours straight. If confronted, he’ll defend himself by saying he’s a “master procrastinator.” He tries to avoid talking about it since he’s reluctant to accept his behavior patterns might be destructive. Because he was raised by a therapist, he’s extremely paranoid about sharing his feelings with one and refuses to think too much about his internal struggles in general.

On a normal day of only mild stress, he can walk past a bookshelf without reacting to it. If he’s uncomfortable with the thoughts on his mind, he’ll stop moving, hesitate, then turn around and reorganize it as a way of calming down. Notably, in the 130 Prompt “Minion,” he nearly left the grocery store successfully, but turned around to rearrange bouquets by color when the anticipation of meeting with his crush overwhelmed him with nerves. Technically he doesn’t organize things until he begins settling down; at first he moves them around and measures them against each other and moves them around and around and around as a way to focus on the physical world. Once he’s no longer stressed, then he can finally clean up and put things in whatever order he likes.

H.P. does not have a specific way everything must always be; some days he prefers organizing by color, others by size. Usually if he took everything off a shelf, it was already organized so he invented a new pattern for it while trying to relax and he’ll put it back in a different way. The shelves he sees on a regular basis are orderly and won’t throw off his groove unless something is out of place. If just one item is wrong, he’ll dump everything and start from scratch; shifting just one thing around doesn’t work for him. Vice President Longwood’s kleptomania leads him to shift things around in H.P.’s territory as a subtle way of expressing dominance, and the two often clash over this.

Education: Helped organize paperwork at Wish Fixers for the majority of his young life. Attended school up until he dropped out of the Fairy Academy (within the first month). He later returned to school in order to receive a degree in food sciences, which he puts to use baking cake and bread. His magical focus is essential sensories, allowing him to visualize places he’s about to ping right before he commits to pinging there.

Spellementary School: Completed his Spellementary education in the expected amount of time. Was considered an oddball child due to his genetics and being born out of wedlock. He didn’t really have friends; his neighborhood pals Marina and Sunglow were older and younger than him (respectively) so they weren’t in the same cohort during school.

Middle School: Received average grades; did not particularly excel or fall behind. Viewed as a quiet and studious child unless you said something he disagreed with, in which case he was prone to arguing loudly. A hard worker at school, but lacked motivation for homework.

High School: His vision began deteriorating, causing his procrastination habits to worsen further. Reading (an activity he’d once loved) became difficult. His grades started slipping lower in classes he couldn’t be bothered to care about; by this point, Fergus knew his father would pay his way into the Fairy Academy whether or not his grades were good. He spent years as Magalee Dustfinger’s lab partner in potion classes (she later went on to be the will o’ the wisp ambassador and Idona Ivorie’s mentor).

No longer seen as the quiet, studious kid he once was, Fergus developed a reputation for arguing and causing trouble. Easily bored by the subjects most kids loved, he slept through or skipped a lot of classes. Due to his large build and aggression, faculty often encouraged him to try out for sports teams, though he rarely had enough interest to do so and struggled to meet application deadlines anyway (That, and his unstable magic was a barrier). His father pushed him to date several damsels during this time as he searched for a wife, but no one clicked.

Halfway through high school, Fergus let slip to his roommates that he thought it would be nice to marry a Refract instead of a Fairy; he was blackmailed by his roommate’s brother for centuries because of this. Also worth noting that he worked in a bookstore throughout high school.

Further Education: Sent to the Fairy Academy by his father to earn a degree in psychology so he could eventually become a therapist and take over Wish Fixers someday. Tensions rose when Fergus seretly changed his focus to the law program; he ended up dropping out of school after his father confronted him about it, and spent the next 300,000 years avoiding Ambrosine on Earth. After the birth of his first several pixies, he finally picked his schooling up again and earned a culinary degree. No he is not happy Pixies are banned from participating in the annual bake-off between the Fairies and the Anti-Fairies.

Favorite Magic Subject: Sensory Distance Analysis

Least Favorite Magic Subject: Advanced Transformation Sciences

Favorite Non-Magic Subject: Further Studies of Da Rules

Least Favorite Non-Magic Subject: Fae Reproduction II

History: Born out of wedlock, unwanted by his mother, nearly drowned by his grandfather simply for having freckles, Fergus was raised by his adolescent father and, for the most part, seen as an outcast of society for being sickly, inbred, and square. Though heir to Wish Fixers, he didn’t find therapy his calling and quickly dropped out of the Academy. After that, he spent much of his life on Earth, eventually became infected with the Wolbachia pipientis bacteria, and gave birth to Sanderson shortly afterwards (much to his confusion).

Sanderson was nursed by a will o’ the wisp, who kept Fergus around as part of her harem for a year until he was able to win his freedom. He returned to his father’s home and began working his way towards supporting himself independently. After his third pixie was born, Fergus married a selkie named China Mayfleet, although they divorced 1,500 years later.

After the birth of his seventh, the cherubs learned of Fergus’ strange condition and brought him in for intense study and laboratory work. Cupid’s mother eventually helped him declare himself his own species, making him the holotype for the pixie race, and the first ever Head Pixie too. Most of his adult life has been spent juggling his duties as CEO of Pixies Inc. with his parental duties. He also participated in the War of the Angels (the war from the episode “Balance of Flour”), and was captured by the Anti-Fairies as a prisoner of war.

Nowadays, H.P. asexually reproduces on a regular cycle, manages Pixies Inc., and lives in constant fear that Pixie society will fall apart after his death. Having no idea if his pixies are fertilized with short-term purple magic instead of permanent yellow magic does not soothe this fear whatsoever. Secretly convinced his offspring will die with him, he’s begun to hatch a plan... but that’s a story for another day.

Notable Likes:

Chewing on wood

The color purple

Orange flavoring (But not orange sherbet)

Rave parties

Drinking soda

Massages

Silk

Oatmeal raisin cookies

Child-proof locks

Owning the latest technology

Running a tight ship

Puns and witty innuendo

All the memes

Goals:

Unlock the secrets of immortality

Live to see as many of his descendants as possible

Get the Fairies to pay attention to him

Finally beat Anti-Cosmo at cricket

Continue holding the universe together through the almighty powers of bureaucracy and endless paperwork

Beliefs:

The stars are Fairy warriors

He’ll become one with his counterparts in the afterlife

Fairies are rude and unprofessional

Coffee is a godsend

His kids are idiots but they’re doing amazing

Fears:

Being forgotten and/or misremembered. H.P. strives to leave a paper trail behind him and secure his place in the memories of those he interacts with on a regular basis.

He’s also afraid of heights and will avoid them at every opportunity. Those penthouse curtains are usually pulled shut.

Fireworks.

Upsets:

Frustrated by rebelliousness

Stressed by lack of control

Flustered by PDA and by children being exposed to things he believes they’re too young for (Swearing, reproductive knowledge, etc.)

Comforts: Thumb-sucking, chewing wood, having circles rubbed into his palms.

Indulgences: Enjoys the party atmosphere. He prefers soda to candy.

EXTERNAL

Verbal Notes: Uses very short sentences. Sometimes fragments. Really. Dialogue is very casual and includes phrases such as “Get with the times, dude.” Likes to refer to things as “cute” and “adorable,” not always sarcastically. Constantly makes demands, and is generally oblivious to others’ culture and overall just plain rude. One of his quirks is a tendency to focus on the wrong or unimportant parts of sentences. For example:

“Look what I found in my sock drawer!”

“Why do you have a sock drawer?”

H.P. has a tendency to state the obvious. His dialogue is often unnecessary but he does what he wants anyway. If he shows you a photo, he will make a point of informing you “That’s you, that’s me, and that’s your husband,” even when it’s obvious. It’s his dull and boring way of initiating playful banter. In general, he can easily separate literal and figurative language and is an expert at identifying sarcasm. He has a special knack for reading someone’s tone of voice even through a screen.

H.P. adapts to new phrases quickly. For example, before he met Emery in Origin of the Pixies, he would say “Wait a wingbeat” in conversation. After spending time around her, he picked up saying “Wait a second” instead. He also picked up “Roger that” from China and “Dude” from Sparkle. That said, he tends to jump the gun on using new slang terms before he fully understands the appropriate context for them- For example, he once referred to Anti-Cosmo as “hot” instead of “cool” and got a few weird looks.

H.P. asks questions as rarely as possible (without going out of the way to specifically avoid them). He asks through observations instead; rather than “Is it lonely?” he might say “You seem lonely” and await agreement or denial. “I heard” and “My understanding is” are other common ways to make inquiries without technically asking them like questions. When he does ask questions, they’re mostly meant as jabs (See also, “Why are we in jets when we can fly?”)

Language: Dry wit. Throws vulgar language into his speech, but tries to censor himself around kids. Fluent in Snobbish, can speak some Milesian. Milesian phrases occasionally slip out when disciplining his pixies.

Physical Notes: I’ve always struggled drawing his pointed forehead, so in my style he’s just very tall. He’s big, with wide hips (owing to the fact that male Fairies give birth in FOP canon). His freckles were pale in his youth, darkened in his adult life, and paled again in his old age. His arms are covered in magical tattoos. And, obviously, he is infected with Wolbachia pipientis. The changes that bacteria made to his body are all internal things.

Handedness: Perfectly ambidextrous.

Body Language: Regularly places one or both hands on hips. Places his right hand over the knuckles on his left and rubs them when nervous. Carries himself in a relaxed way.

Hair: The swirl in the back of his hair is referred to as “the Whimsifinado family cowlick.”

Teeth: Small but extremely sharp; must chew on solid things in order to keep them from growing into his brain.

Wings: Pixie wings mimic those of the Polistes dominula. Pixie hindwings are stunted compared to most Fairies’ wings.

Gyne Freckles: Average dusting on face and throat, light dusting on back of shoulders, heavy dusting on upper arms.

Scars: Right palm is very scarred, as is his right cheek.

Notable Tattoos: Logo and “001” on underside of left wrist; piggy bank and Soil symbol on left shoulder, blue fox and rat further down left arm, commelina wrapped around left wrist, paper wasp on right shoulder, flying fox bat and purple crowned fairy wren on back of shoulders. Tattoos are capable of “burrowing” under his skin if he wants to hide them.

Style: Crisp. Well-dressed. Dull colors. He wears a 4x2 double-breasted, single-vent suit. He owns several, with different interiors (some fully lined for extra warmth, others unlined to prevent overheating).

Regular Clothing: Usually in his suit when in public.

Casual Clothing: Often attends casual events still dressed in his full suit. Alternate outfits include a sleeveless gray and white shirt that says “Pixie Holotype” across the chest.

Preening Clothing: Normally wears a simple gray or white shirt, usually with pajama bottoms (Pixie Holotype shirt is a common choice).

Nightwear: Often sleeps shirtless. Mint green is his preferred nighttime color, as he says that color is the only thing he actually finds boring. Sometimes wears the Pixie Holotype shirt to sleep.

Ceremonial Clothing: Red robes decorated with scattered golden stars; only worn during deep preening rituals with important political figureheads.

Other: Also dresses in rave clothes on occasion, which for him usually means gray floral shirts and short sleeves. He loves kandi bracelets. At the beginning of the War of the Angels, he wore white and blue.

Height: 4′1″ (Tall for a fae)

Hygiene: Bathes or showers every evening, but not in the morning. Generally very clean, but touches his face frequently and still puts his thumb in his mouth on occasion when no one is watching. His pixies do his laundry and dishes for him, or else they probably wouldn’t get done (even with magic). Sanderson takes care of his wings by regularly scrubbing and brushing them.

Morning Schedule: Usually awake by 7:00. Sanderson arrives for morning retinue duties around 7:15- he prepares H.P.’s breakfast (including coffee), cleans his wings, and helps him dress for the day. Most days, H.P. briefly preens Sanderson so Sanderson can spread his pheromones to other drones throughout the company. H.P. is usually ready to start work for the day by 8:30 (though most of his pixies are ready by 6:00 or 7:00). He usually has reports from the previous day that need to be delivered, and will either hand them out himself or find someone else to do it depending on his mood.

Typical Day Schedule: Now that his pixies are older and can handle things on their own, H.P. isn’t as involved in the inner workings of the company as he was when he was younger. Most of his job involves touching base with his employees, spreading pheromones, and just generally being his territorial queen bee self. He tries to focus on a handful of employees after lunch each day, preferring to hear about the workings of the company directly from workers, not just supervisors. Sanderson frequently massages his shoulders after lunch, sometimes extending the session as a full back massage, and he might take a nap. He visits Talon at the Water Temple twice a week on average, just to check in. Some days, he meets with important political figures. Other days, he works on schemes to take over Fairy World. He reads a lot of memos and writes a lot of performance reviews. When he’s not procrastinating, anyway.

Evening Schedule: Touches base with Vice President Longwood every few weeks. Sanderson’s retinue duties begin at 9:00. If H.P. hasn’t met with an important figurehead for dinner, he’ll probably eat something while Sanderson brushes his wings. Some days, he and Sanderson preen together, in which case H.P. will have to write another feedback report before bed. He prefers to be in bed by 10:45, but preening with Sanderson usually pushes that time off to 11:30. Even when he does crawl into bed, he’ll probably flick through his phone for another two hours before falling asleep with it in his hand.

Sleep Schedule: H.P. is a light, restless sleeper, owing to a lifetime of raising young pixies who might cry out in the middle of the night. He usually sleeps on his side or stomach, resting his head on his arm (He has to sleep on his back if he has a nymph nursing in his pouch, much to his annoyance). For most of his life, H.P. has slept alone, but when he does share his bed with a romantic partner, he rests his hand on theirs. He’s not a cuddler, but he enjoys that slight hand touch. On nights he and Sanderson have traveled away from Pixie World (vacations, business conferences, political meetings that require visits to Anti-Fairy World, etc.) the two sometimes share a bed (though H.P. will undoubtedly critique Sanderson’s cold feet and excessive wing twitching in the morning).

H.P. is always the last one to fall asleep if he’s sharing a room with other people, so Sanderson feels quite safe when he curls up near his boss. H.P.’s territorial instincts spike when he shares a room with his drones, so he has an extremely difficult time lying down and will sit on the bed keeping watch for at least an hour after the last person in the room has gone to sleep. Sharing rooms isn’t H.P.’s favorite, but he’d rather be anxious and share a room with Sanderson than have Sanderson stay in a separate room at an unfamiliar place. Much easier if they need to wake each other up in an emergency.

PERSONAL

Relationship Status:

He’s more or less given up on romance by this point. He’s abandoned sex (which he was never crazy about anyway) and gets his social needs met by his pixies, Anti-Cosmo, Anti-Wanda, and Jorgen. He has a massive crush on the Fairy Elder, but that might just be thanks to her overpowering pheromones.

He’s head over heels for Anti-Cosmo in a “Dude, let’s go out for lunch so we can swap guy talk and show each other memes” type of way. He sees Anti-Cosmo as his closest friend, maybe a brother-in-law, and is possessive of him around everyone but Anti-Wanda, whom he defers to.

He and Sanderson are committed preening partners who respect one another, although Sanderson values physical touch in preening more than H.P. does and that makes their relationship rocky at times.

Ideal Relationship: Living with someone whom he can trust to take his side and have his back during difficult confrontations. Someone who is willing to be around him and simply “hang out” without making him feel pressured or guilty that they aren’t “doing anything exciting.”

Sexuality: Perhaps romantically attracted to Seelie Courters but with a very low drive; not entirely opposed to relationships with Anti-Fairies; asexual

Attractiveness: Growing up, Fergus wasn’t considered a very attractive fairy even though he came from a high-class family. His various health problems affected his looks and magic, and on top of that his social skills were terribly lacking (he was once told he “flirts like he’s conducting a job interview”). As an adult, his brute strength, ever-increasing dominance, and the novelty of being holotype of a brand new race began to attract attention. As he progresses through his elder years, he is considered highly attractive by Fairy standards and most people would be shocked to learn he ever wasn’t. Nowadays he’s considered the “soft pretty boy who doesn’t like to get his hands dirty.”

By Pixie standards, he is likewise considered very attractive, and always has been. Pixies gravitate towards the most dominant figure in the area and H.P. easily qualifies. By Anti-Fairy standards, his brains and influence make him attractive from afar, though his mean, sarcastic humor often rubs them the wrong way.

H.P. is so neutral and so incredibly influential in the universe that his karmic weave - an invisible “coat” of delicious luck that Anti-Fairies can sense around living beings - is considered the most attractive in the cloudlands today, and definitely one of the most attractive of all time. His weave is only visible to Anti-Fairies at certain times, but when it’s visible they tend to drool over it. The reigning High Count always has dibs on “sipping” the luck from his weave by biting a certain point on his neck, but only with permission. H.P. has allowed both Anti-Bryndin and Anti-Cosmo to sip from his weave on multiple occasions, which they consider an absolute honor. H.P. doesn’t see the appeal, but it makes them happy, so... whatever.

Intimate History: Attempted to court several damsels in his adolescence under his father’s insistence; all fell through. Mary Black was his crush for millennia (possibly just because his father didn’t like her). Considers his first sexual experience to be with Kalysta Ivorie, the will o’ the wisp who nursed Sanderson. Was also intimate with the selkie he married for a time. At one point in his adult life, he attended parties constantly and recklessly slept around. He also had an emotionally intimate relationship with the High Count before Anti-Cosmo (Anti-Bryndin) and is most likely projecting the expectations of that former relationship on Anti-Cosmo. Later in life he pursued a relationship with another damsel, but after that came crashing down, he swore off sex and romance permanently.

At present, H.P. is the only political figure known to have preened with an Anti-Fairy (He’s preened with both Anti-Bryndin and Anti-Cosmo). Because of this, and because he’s seen as a figure who embodies neutrality without playing favorites, it’s widely assumed he’s had affairs with both Jorgen and Anti-Cosmo and switches between them depending on where Pixie loyalties lie at the time (or perhaps the loyalties of his race switch according to how well his affairs are going). H.P. spent a lot of time in his younger years arguing with the media and vehemently denying it, but by this point he’s given up. He still loathes the implication, but tries not to let it get to him (It totally does). Jorgen will pound anyone he hears insinuate such a thing, but Anti-Cosmo finds the gossip entertaining and sometimes teases the media deliberately.

Turn-Ons: Physical touch, actually. Like getting scratches behind his ear (He melts over those). Having someone cup his cheek in one hand, gently kiss his lips, or trace their fingers along his upper arms. Something that wouldn’t occur on accident, or while preening with a drone. Something that feels undeniably “Yes, this is what people do when they’re wooing someone.” He’s a little oblivious to emotions and you have to be super blatant about your intentions to get through to him, so direct physical touch is the way to go. Despite his massive ego, fawning over him is actually a turn-off; he gets satisfaction out of pleasing his partners, but thinking about his own reactions paralyzes him with dismay.

Reproductive Status: Infected with Wolbachia pipientis; reproduces asexually every 500 years, menopause kicks in ~1,000 years post-Season 10

Children: The list of Gen 2 pixies can be found HERE.

Notable Grandchildren: Aspen Longwood, Cavatina Sanderson, Blackwood Longwood

Godchildren: Unknown ancient humans, IX (“Nine”), Dale Dimmadome, Flappy Bob, Gary Cabrera, Betty Lovell

Foster Parents: Raised by “Mama Gidget” and “Papa Reuben” for his first 29 years while Ambrosine fought in the War of the Sunset Divide

Father: Ambrosine Alexander Whimsifinado

Grandfather: Praxis Whimsifinado

Grandmother: Nettle Whimsifinado (née Gumswood)

Aunts: Adrina, Amalia, Ara; two married, no children, all deceased

Uncle: Alik Whimsifinado

Notable Ancestors: Windshine Whimsifinado (Once held the position of Purple Robe on the Fairy Council); Ezekiel Whimsifinado (Earliest ancestor the Whimsifinado family have written record of)

Mother: Solara Lavender Wurpixiz

Grandfather: Beckham Wurpixiz

Grandmother: Corinna Posy

Uncle: Hugh Posy

Cousin: Sparkle Posy

Sister: Emery Dakota Ranen (née Whimsifinado)

Met at age 491,535

Brother-In-Law: Logan Ranen

Nephew: Chrysanthemum “Zan” Ranen

Firstborn: Mister Ennet Sanderson Chipixie

Met at age 491,535

Ex-Girlfriends: Don’t get me started

Met in youth

Ex-Captor: Kalysta Lola Ivorie

Met (officially) at age 491,535 (encountered at age 157,344)

???: [REDACTED; see the Origin of the Pixies chapter “Fruitful Fruition”]

Ex-Wife: China Cassandra Mayfleet

Met at age 491,535

Wing Notches: Scoop (Care) / Scoop (Diligence) / Slit (Spirit) / Scoop (Unity)

Former Platonic Partner: Anti-Bryndin Kitigan Anti-Coppertalon

Met at age 494,529

Former Platonic Partner: [REDACTED; see the Origin of the Pixies chapter “How Not to Bake Brownies”]

???: [REDACTED; see the Origin of the Pixies chapter “The Fading of Light”]

Major Political Ally: High Count Anti-Cosmo Julius Anti-Cosma

Met at age 491,535

“Stepson / Nephew”: Anti-Westley Talon Anti-Lunifly

“Stepdaughter / Niece”: Larkspur Shiny Mayfleet

Celebrity Crushes: Venus Eros; Ilisa Maddington

Current Love Interest: Unrequited crush on the Fairy Elder

Other Important Relationships: Sees the anti-pixies as his nephews and sees the pixie refracts as his nieces; dislikes Anti-Sanderson.

Sanderson - H.P. values Sanderson as useful, but considers him emotionally unstable; he firmly believes Sanderson can only be a good leader if watched over by another leader figure, which limits his promotion opportunities in the workplace. Nonetheless, H.P. does care for Sanderson and values the perspective he brings to the table; Sanderson would sooner give an honest opinion than blatantly suck up, and H.P. respects that immensely.

Longwood - Vice president of Pixies Inc. and H.P.’s heir. H.P. considers him a little wishy-washy, especially with his tendency to flirt with damsels and hesitation to bond with his coworkers (not to mention his dream to keep Pixies a strictly neutral species someday), but admires Longwood’s creativity and dedication to his job. H.P. sets regular time aside to teach Longwood the ropes of being Head Pixie and holds him to a high standard; he’s quicker to lose patience with Longwood than with most.

Smith - On paper, Smith is one of the subordinate gynes at Pixies Inc., though his pheromones flicker in and out of dominance depending on how strongly H.P. presents himself that day. H.P. and Smith have had a number of bad clashes, and Smith has even overthrown him in the past. Smith and Longwood do not remotely get along, meaning H.P. has to keep Smith outside the inner workings of the company, meaning Smith is outside the normal range of his pheromones and therefore a dominant gyne more often than not. H.P. respects Smith’s strength, but is wary of his bloodlust. They keep the peace by taking turns with Sanderson’s free time and pretending that they don’t.

Anti-Cosmo - H.P. admires Anti-Cosmo for clawing his way to a leadership position at such a young age and, minus the emotional instability, considers Anti-Cosmo a hard worker and excellent role model for his pixies. He sees Anti-Cosmo as his best friend and shows his affection by roasting him with quick wit and dry sass. H.P. had a close relationship with Anti-Cosmo’s predecessor and is probably projecting the feelings of that relationship on Anti-Cosmo; H.P. doesn’t let go of friends easily and clings to Anti-Cosmo as his main source of support outside of Pixie World.

Anti-Wanda - H.P. and Anti-Wanda share a love for sass and innuendo and get along well. Anti-Cosmo tends to take H.P.’s teasing personally, and while his reactions are funny, sometimes H.P. wants to hang out with a friend who gets his sense of humor and won’t require follow-up apologies to calm down. He and Anti-Wanda enjoy the occasional party together, or at least playful banter over lunch. Anti-Cosmo frets that H.P. is flirting with his wife, but reluctantly accepts that H.P. isn’t going to go away any time soon and that he needs to trust Anti-Wanda to make her own decisions about her friends.

Jorgen - H.P. and Jorgen get along best when business and money are being discussed; they share a lot of political opinions about order and discipline. They work well together when they see themselves as a guest in the other’s home and the dominance hierarchy is clear-cut, but clash when cultural norms expect them to work out a pecking order in neutral territory. They simultaneously respect each other while having no moral issue with tormenting one another. During times Fairy World and Pixie World are officially aligned against the Anti-Fairies, Jorgen and H.P. have a very close relationship as H.P. treats Jorgen as his closest friend (even above Anti-Cosmo) and Jorgen tries to prevent him from swinging back to the “dark side.”

TRIVIA

His legal name is Fergus, not Fergusius; he had it and his middle name legally changed when he turned 200,000.

His in-story namesake is Fergusius Mór mac Eirc, also known as Fergus the Great, the legendary king of Scotland. In reality I named him after my brother’s stuffed triceratops, who is very cute and widely underappreciated in this household.

Without his cohuleen druith (magical hat), he would die after about an hour of mildly strenuous activity (i.e. walking or flying). It’s not really a concern when he’s in bed for the night or sitting quietly at his desk. This hat also grants him the ability to breathe underwater in addition to being filled with squid ink (thus it’s also a pen).

Anti-Fairies show up to break his back when his pixies step on cracks.

Not good with hugs because of the whole “bees cuddle their queen to death when she’s no longer useful” thing. Paranoia game is strong.

He’s borne more offspring than any single Fae drake in history, although it’s possible future pixies will usurp this title from him.

Absolutely plays favorites and makes no attempt to hide it.

Along with all pixies, he has much higher tolerance for caffeine and sugar than the majority of fae do.

His pride is his downfall; he hates being thought of as weak or cowardly and can’t resist a dare. His desire to show off and impress others often outweighs his common sense.

He’s extremely honest and sneers at the idea of telling lies- even white lies. He tends to speak his mind regardless of the consequences.

His blood is purple 95% of the time due to his neutral emotions. Most fae bleed blue (irritation), pink (knee-jerk reactions), or green (misery).

He chews his fingernails. And sticks. And a lot of things.

He’s allergic to honey. His Refracted counterpart runs a honeywheat mill.

Wolbachia pipientis prevents him from bearing children the traditional way. It also blocks all other STDs.

Wears watches on both wrists. One is set to the Pixies Inc. time zone and the other is set to the time zone of Fairy World’s capital city.

There’s a joke to be made about his friendship with Anti-Cosmo and smoke’s calming influence on bees, but you didn’t hear that from me.

APPEARANCES

Riddleverse Classic Timeline: Origin of the Pixies > Frayed Knots > “Liquidation” > Baby, You’re a Rich Man > “Pink and Gray” > “No Absolutes” > Identity Theft > “Yellow Flower Number 9” > “Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails” > “Bells On Bats’ Tails” > “Health Bars” > “In Confidence” > Devil’s Backbone

130 Prompts Timeline: “Hate That I Love You” > “Mature” > “Rain Dance” > “Not” > “Grooming” > “Minion” > “Solo” > “Fight or Flight?” > “Gaining the Upper Hand” > “Do the Math” > “Open Your Eyes” > “Make You Proud” > “Think Positive” > “Dignity” > “Entire World” > “Terrible Timing” > “Hate Mail” > “Unheeded” > “This Is a Box” > “Take a Break” > “The Other One” > “When Suddenly…” > “Final Stand” > “Fatal Mistake” > “Tools of the Trade” > “Live For the Moment” > “Forever” > “Reality Doesn’t Work That Way”

AU Appearances:

“Reedfilter Rules”

Little Imperfections

“King Me”

“Only An Idea” Prompt

“You Deserve It” Prompt

Dust to Dust

#RD Head Pixie #RD canon characters #RD character ref #RD profiles #RD Pixie stuff

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shenanigumi · 6 years

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Uhm, for the ship ask meme, how about Saito and Heisuke?

Huh, a little off the beaten path, but this’ll be interesting! I’m going Modern AU with this one, too, since there’s not a lot of room for it in the canon timeframe.

General:

How long will they last? Both of them start out with a somewhat fatalistic “as long as it lasts” perspective, but eventually realize that either they’re too well-suited to one another ever to move on, or have otherwise adapted to one another too much to throw away all that progress now.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? Pretty slowly. They both took a long time to identify their emotions, and even longer to act on them. Saito accepted his feelings more quickly than Heisuke, but resolved to keep quiet so as not to make him uncomfortable. Heisuke, on the other hand, panicked and went into denial, but eventually decided to get really really drunk and confess so he could play it off as the alcohol and/or pretend to black it out if it got too awkward.

How was their first kiss? Drunk, during the above instance. And messy. Both of them ended up giggling and having to try again multiple times. (They ended up passing out next to each other, and Heisuke felt the compulsion to kiss the sleeping Saito again the next morning. That was when he knew for sure he couldn’t run from this anymore.)

Wedding:

Who proposed? Saito. Awkwardly. And so indirectly that it took Heisuke till halfway through his speech to recognize that he was being proposed to.

Who are the best man and groomsmen? Souji is best man, because he called dibs on being the best man at Saito’s wedding a long time ago and nobody dared turn him down. Shinpachi and Sano are groomsmen.

Who are the maid of honor and bridesmaids? Technically not applicable, but Chizuru gets a spot up front too.

Who did the most planning? Saito for sure.

Who stressed the most? Also Saito, but Heisuke was able to keep a lot of his anxiety at bay by being his usual sunny self.

How fancy was the ceremony? Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? They debated on Kazama, but decided to invite him anyway and not care whether he showed up. He did.

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch off.

Who is the one to instigate things? They’re both pretty shy about things like this, but Saito is usually the one to make it clearest if he wants a kiss to go somewhere. He just doesn’t use his words to do it.

How healthy is their sex life? Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once or twice a week, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? If you ask them, they’d say just long enough (after they stopped being too flustered to respond). Not a very long time, but long enough that both of them are satisfied.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Of course.

How rough are they in bed? Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? None. Guess why.

How many children will they adopt? They’re honestly fine on their own, but if they were going to have any, they’d only want to raise one so they can be sure to devote themselves entirely.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? The two of them make absolutely sure to divide both the pleasant and the unpleasant work evenly. Theirs is a relationship rooted in equality.

Who is the stricter parent? …You tell me.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Saito, because Heisuke is usually joining them.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Saito.

Who is the more loved parent? They’re equally loved, but Heisuke is able to relate to them on a more personal level, so he might be marginally more acknowledged.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Saito.

Who cried the most at graduation? Heisuke. He was just so proud, he couldn’t believe it.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Heisuke, because Saito considers the law useful for teaching lessons and isn’t in the habit of making exceptions.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Heisuke, because if he leaves it up to Saito, it’s going to be all tofu all the time. He’s honestly learned a lot about cooking just from that practice.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Saito, but his preferences aren’t too obtrusive.

Who does the grocery shopping? Both or either of them, but Saito is usually more ‘efficient’, as he puts it.

How often do they bake desserts? Not too often, but Heisuke thoroughly enjoys it when they do.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? Heisuke prefers fish and fowl, while Saito prefers tofu and rice (or tofu over rice). Between the two of them, they have a balanced diet.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Saito, though Heisuke wouldn’t be too surprised. But the other way around has also been known to happen.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Heisuke, because Saito’s so frugal. The thing is, home cooking is all well and good and cost-effective, but nothing can really act as a substitute for some good old-fashioned fast food once in awhile.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Heisuke, but only because he’s a little more inattentive. He’s honestly not that bad a cook.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Saito, but he does enlist Heisuke’s help.

Who is really against chores? HEISUKE.

Who cleans up after the pets? Saito, because it’s his cat.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Heisuke, but Saito always notices immediately, so that doesn’t work out too well for him.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Neither of them really stress out, but Saito does insist on giving the entire house a once-over before having anyone over.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Heisuke. It made his day.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Saito. He likes sitting and soaking, and it’s a big part of how he relaxes some days. Heisuke always ends up bored.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Ain’t no dogs in this household. They tend to like Heisuke more than he likes them, and Saito is a cat person, so they just have the one cat. But Heisuke likes playing with it.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Just for the major ones. Heisuke gets more into it than Saito does.

What are their goals for the relationship? They don’t really have a long-term aim. Originally, it was just a way of saving on rent by being housemates, and acknowledging the beginnings of feelings. Now it’s a full-fledged relationship. They just want to see where it goes.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Heisuke, but Saito makes sure that doesn’t happen in an effort to make sure both their sleep schedules stays on track and synced up.

Who plays the most pranks? Heisuke, but Saito can always tell, so that never plays out as intended.

#asked #answered #heisai #headcanons

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tipsycad147 · 3 years

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Proper disposal of magickal trash

by Michelle Gruben

The candles have been extinguished, the circle opened, and the spell completed. But what do with the leftover stuff?

You probably know how easy it is to get saddled with ritual debris: candle stubs, bits of fabric and string, bottles, bags, and written spells. Though no longer useful, these items once held great meaning. Just throwing them away seems inappropriate. But keeping them around can stunt your magic and clutter up your house. In this article, we'll consider ways of ethically, safely, and effectively disposing of the physical remnants of spellwork.

Re-using ritual items

Some ritual items are suitable for re-use, and others are less so. Never absolutists, we'll help you sort your magickal junk into "usually," "rarely" and "sometimes" re-usable.

Usually re-usable: Generally, stones, crystals and metal charms can be cleansed and re-activated for another purpose. (Don't throw out that Quartz point--your little ritual was just a blip in its million-year existence!) Your consecrated altar tools, obviously, are also fine to use again and again. The exception is when an item is so tied in your mind to a particular working that using it in a future one would distract you. (We'll cover the cleansing of ritual objects in a later post.)

Rarely re-usable: Most consumable organic matter belongs firmly in the "throw out" category. Oils, herbs and food are considered to have passed all their energy to the present working, and are not usually recycled. Ashes and paper rarely serve any useful purpose after the spellwork is complete. Offerings to spirits or deities are never re-used under normal circumstances, as doing so might offer insult to the receiving entities.

Sometimes re-usable: The recycling of candles, spell bags, bottles, poppets, and so on is really up to the individual practitioner. Conventional wisdom states that once dedicated to a certain purpose, these items are spent. But many a thrifty old Witch has been known to melt down leftover candle wax, or re-baptize a voodoo doll (perhaps with a new hairdo). Ultimately, the answer to this question comes down to your gut, your budget and the rules of your personal practice.

Evaluate your trash

Once you've determined that it needs to go, it's time to take a good hard look at your garbage. Consider its size and content. Is it biodegradable? (And if so, how long would it take for it to decompose completely?) Could your trash harm someone--physically, emotionally, or psychically--if they were to run across it? The answers to these questions may rule out some methods and locations for disposal.

Obviously, some types of juju are easier to get rid of than others. Water, herbs, ash (and the like) can usually be given to Nature--scattered or left respectfully outdoors. Bone, cloth, wax, and plastic can stick around for months or years, and require a bit more effort to release. But if the remnants of your ritual are toxic, sharp, biohazardous, energetically icky, or personally identifying, take extra care. You want this stuff banished permanently, where it won't come back to haunt you, literally or figuratively.

Near or far?

Finally, you may want to consider where, geographically speaking, you want your stuff to end up. Witches who own real estate often prefer to keep magickal remnants on their own property--even building up a "spell graveyard" over time. This anchors the energy in a familiar place and usually ensures that it won't fall into the hands of outsiders.

However, there are times when it may be more suitable to leave leftovers in a distant location. Say you did a working to excise an awful person permanently from your life, burning their photo and sealing the ashes in a bottle. Would you really want that garbage in your backyard? Subconsciously, you might feel that part of that person was still lurking around. It would likely be much more satisfying to drive it to some godforsaken lot on the edge of town, and never go back there.

You may wish to take your sacred trash to a place connected with your Gods and ancestors, or that is significant to you in another way. You may also not have a place at home to properly dispose of it. There are lots of options--just refrain from polluting or trespassing on private property.

Disposal by Earth

A tried-and-true method for sealing a working is to bury its components in the ground. If you live in an urban environment and don't have access to open soil, a flowerbed or potted plant is the next best thing.

Our wonderful Earth eventually absorbs and recycles everything--energy and matter. A "dirt nap" is arguably the best method for anything that carries negative or erratic energy. Earth is really the only proper way to dispose of stubborn or potentially hazardous materials. Bury it and meditate on its transformation. Graveyards are a traditional place to leave magickally charged trash--but get permission from the site's guardians first. In gratitude for taking your rubbish, you may also want to leave a small token for presiding spirits and Fae.

If you can feel ley lines or geomantic energies, you'll find that placement of your garbage can make a subtle difference. In general, active spots will disperse concentrated energy more quickly, but can have other, unpredictable effects. Play with it!

So while we're on the topic of Earth...what's wrong with putting spell ingredients in the regular trash? If it winds up in a landfill, how is that any different, really, than burying it yourself? This is just the kind of marvelous, irreverent question that I love to be asked.

One of the tenets of my Pagan religion is that "there is no unsacred space." So yes, the kitchen wastebasket is sacred, too! The problem arises when it is done without ritual. Ritual creates focus, and focus is essential to magick.

Your subconscious recognizes an end to the working when you bury your items with ceremony, but glosses over it when you toss them out with your half-eaten hoagie and bus pass. In your deep mind, it's not really over. If you must dump your stuff in a regular trash can, take a moment to visualize yourself consigning it to the Earth, the same as you would if you were burying it with a shovel or spade.

Disposal by Air

The element of Air contributes a lot to magick--fresh ideas, wisdom, and adaptability. But when it comes to clearing away the physical detritus of spellwork, Air just doesn't pull its weight. It's best used for small amounts of ashes, salt and herbs. Gather these up and scatter them, visualizing them blown to the corners of the world by the Four Winds. Clap your hands, wiggle your nose, and be done with it.

Disposal by Water

Water, especially deep or running water, is a wonderful way to release the pent-up energy in your ritual objects. Sometimes gently, sometimes dramatically--water absorbs, transports and changes all that is given to it. A water burial is especially suited to items used in the magick of transformation or healing. Moving water will carry an object far beyond its starting place, so it's also a place to cast symbols of your wishes and dreams. (Weight anything that you want to stay submerged. Debris released to the sea may eventually wash ashore, so consider that, too.)

What about the toilet? asks the irreverent Witch. Can't I just flush it down the potty? Like the garbage can, using it offends some people's fanciful aesthetics. The toilet is just too mundane to be a "real" magickal tool.

Personally, I advocate the use of toilet water--especially for banishing magic. Hearing the "fwoosh" of the toilet is a powerful sensory trigger as you flush that "crap" out of your life!

Disposal by Fire

Fire is excellent for creating a very clean and permanent break with your ritual junk. There is no retrieving or reconstructing items given to Fire.

A balefire (from the Old English word for "funeral fire") is a ritual fire prepared for the purpose of disposing of old mementos and ritual items. Many Pagans elect to make a balefire annually at Samhain, either alone or with a group. You can collect castoffs throughout the year, keep them in an energetically sealed box, and burn them all at once. For added closure, bury the ashes once the fire has cooled.

As powerful as Fire is, there are always some caveats: Nothing plastic should be burned around people, ever, because of the fumes. (Same goes for polyester and nylon.) Items with trapped air (such as bottles) can burst if you're not careful. Hair and horn are fine to burn, but smell nasty, so good ventilation is recommended. Also, Fire disposal is not recommended for haunted, cursed, or "possessed" objects--or anything with really, really bad vibes. The sudden destruction by flame can cause this energy to be released and dispersed in a sudden and unpredictable way. Cleanse the object properly and bury it instead.

Cleaning up is often the final step of magickal work, so it shouldn't be an afterthought. The careful and reverent release of items that have served you will result in a strong conclusion to your magick.

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Counterstrike

Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou and Tsukasa Eishi/EiRin

Type: Fantasy/Medieval!AU, Dragon Heart!verse, Freestyle

Word Count: 4226

A/N: Er. Apparently I’m in a Dragon Heart type of mood lately? This plot has been sitting in my drafts for a while, but every time I dust it off and try to edit it, it gets longer. >.> So I’ve given up and am just gonna put this up as it is. Enjoy!

She got very restless and annoyed sometimes, especially when those human females flitted around him and simpered at him, batting wide doe eyes and limpid, dewy expressions. Many of those elegant noblewomen were delicate and beautiful, and their striking appearances reminded her of dazzlingly colorful, fluttering butterflies. She normally liked butterflies, but right now she just felt like ripping out some wings. Watching them fawn over the White Knight and flirt coyly at him, subtly enticing and encouraging his pursuit made her hackles rise, her claws come out, her lips curling, fangs flashing.

This ball was a waste of time, and it was also infuriating her enough that in the midst of it, the redhead had retreated to one of the large, open verandas that bordered the massive ballroom. The dragoness was currently perched precariously on the stone ledge, an impressive feat considering the fact that she had been put in a rather elaborate, floor length ball gown just for the sake of attending this royal gala in the grand palace of Tootsuki. Her clothes were ridiculously floofy and ungainly and she really did not know how all these women in the palace managed to float effortlessly around all evening in these cumbersome getup and uncomfortable dancing slippers. Speaking of which, she very quickly shucked off the delicate satin shoes and kicked them aside, wriggling her cramped toes with relief even as she idly swung her bare heels back and forth against the outer walls of the parapets.

The golden eyed female was quickly coming to the conclusion that she really disliked living in the palace, with its many, many rules and regulations and snooty human beings who constantly frowned with disapproval and lectured, lived and breathed propriety. How boring. This was the world that Eishi had come from – she had not known what she had been expecting at first but this was something of a disappointment. Weren’t the lives of knights supposed to be filled with excitement and adventure?

Apparently, when the gallant champions of the realm weren’t being sent off on grand conquests or important quests, they all stuck around the palace pandering to the whims and wishes of their monarchs and their immediate family, power mongering and playing dangerously intricate political games, powdering bottoms and changing nappies…

Many mortal lives were ruled by mundaneness and trivialities; she silently agreed with the observations of a distant ancestor.

Rindou tilted her head back and gazed over the glittering skies above her. Even the beautiful blanket of stars seemed muted here in the heart of Tootsuki, subdued and lacking luster, nothing like the vivid, brilliantly glittering view of the celestials that she had grown up accustomed to, high up the sheer alpine altitudes…

What even was she doing here, she could not help but wonder, and not for the first time. Trying to adapt to live amongst the humans like the other dragons of Tootsuki had discreetly over successive generations, having to hide away her fangs and claws like they were something to be ashamed of just because she was now surrounded by weak, defenseless beings with blunt teeth and soft nails, told to relearn her way of life altogether because she had to behave like a proper civilized being now…as if she had been something lesser all along…and for what??

She was still pure dragon under that veneer of instructed civility and sophistication, she was still a beast, a wild thing under that layer of deceptively harmless human skin…

She did not belong here.

“The heck are you sulking over here for?”

The presence that she sensed approaching was Kuga, and the Huang Long came to a stop beside the brooding female, though he refrained from climbing onto the parapets like she had.

Rindou flicked him a dispassionate glance. “M’not sulking,” she uttered in denial, though her imperial companion merely snorted in response, unconvinced.

“Really? Was kinda obvious that you were glaring daggers at the gaggle of followers wandering after your favorite toy like moon eyed calves.”

Her gaze sharpened even more, and she started to look vaguely irritated. “He’s not my favorite anything and I don’t care about what he does or whom he does them with,” she denied vehemently…though the fact that she was able to recognize and identify just whom he was referring to was already indictive that he had hit the nail right on the head.

The Chinese dragon looked vaguely amused. “So it’s fine with you that he’s goin’ off right now with one of those women who’s been tryin’ to lure him all night?”

As anticipated, his announcement garnered a reaction.

“What.” Her raw growl of displeasure was accompanied by her turning her head quickly to look through the open veranda doors to verify the authenticity of his statement.

Of course it was a lie, or at least part of it was. Eishi was still surrounded by admirers but instead of looking like he was ready to go off with one of them, he just seemed to be politely trying to put up with their bewildering (to him) interest in him. The white-haired noble was also looking like he was increasingly desperate for some sort of intervention, but none were forthcoming. Such was the fate of one who still happened to be uncoupled and very much desirable in terms of lineage, position and appearance in the royal court...

The Chinese Dragon had basically said what he said to gain a rise out of her. Queen she might be, but Rindou was also relatively inexperienced and a bit strange, to say the least.

What self-respecting dragoness would express interest in a human Knight, of all creatures?? And she had even gone so far as to extend a claim on him, albeit an informal one. Such a precedent was downright unheard of, and the notion also not entirely welcomed.

“Heh. You don’t care, am I right?” The young Huang Long was gleeful, his point made.

Rindou‘s glare was positively deadly, but this time, she made no further refutations claiming otherwise.

“What’s with your fascination with him, anyway?” Kuga asked. The younger dragon could not quite comprehend what she saw in the white knight. In terms of physical ability, he was perhaps above average…for a human being, at least. Her interest could be better invested on their own kind, other dragons which were all stronger and much more superior to the one she had chosen, actual potential mates who could build a lasting legacy by her side. Queens made highly desirable mates not only because of their rarity amongst the dragonic ranks, but mostly due to the fact that any union with one would almost certainly guarantee robust, powerful offspring.

The Tootsuki Knight, while admittedly incredibly impressive with his tactics and the peculiarly meticulous deployment of his soldiers on the battlefield like a champion chess master placing his pawns, was weaker physically even when compared to some of his fellow human contemporaries. His personality was also oddly gentle and placid for one who was trained and seasoned for warfare and bloodshed, and he was rather contradictory and confusing in character, though possibly unintentionally so. Perhaps that was what had caught the redhead’s attention?

The bicolored haired male looked at the dragoness beside him and sobered somewhat.

“You do know that he is an aristocrat, right? Humans like their kind are expected to marry equal or above his station. You probably are just something exotic and thus momentarily interesting to him.”

His observations were mild, but his warning was perfectly serious. She just gave him an unamused, gimlet stare, but Kuga was undaunted. He shrugged at her.

“What? You know I speak the truth. How many stories of these supposedly chivalrous knights have we all heard growing up? Did you forget why dragons were even forced to interbreed with humans in the first place?”

Rindou’s reaction was simple. She reached over and smacked the younger dragon over the back of his head, imperial blood or not, much to his aggravated scowl.

“You speak as though I’m completely useless and unable to defend myself,” she pointed out. “Do you think I’d be the lamb being led to slaughter?”

Kuga cocked his head to the side.

“Dare you say that you’re not, Rindou?”

“Yes. For all you know, I’m the one leading this human about by the nose,” she exclaimed harshly. “I’m gonna be using him, not the other way around.”

“Then how come you’re sulking out here all on your own, o’ great dragoness?”

Her brow was ticking with annoyance. Kuga was not wrong. Rindou clambered onto her bare feet and hopped down lithely back onto the stone floor of the balcony, determined to prove him incorrect all the same.

“I’m not.”

Hiking her voluminous skirts up to nearly her knees (scandalous, really), the redhead sailed back into the warm ballroom filled with too many warm bodies and made a beeline right for the scion of the Tsukasa House.

She wasn’t being very delicate, nor did she ‘float’ across the gigantic ballroom in an ethereal manner- if anything, the tempestuous dragoness lowered her head like an aggravated bull and plowed through the throngs of milling crowd and well-heeled members of the noble class. She ignored the gasps and exclamations of shock and surprise rippling out and away from her location and headed straight to where Eishi was. The man was still besieged by his admirers, a fact which in itself already made her irritated beyond belief, for reasons she was utterly refusing to acknowledge.

The red-haired female no-nonsensely shoved her way into the group of young women, stomping on toes and digging her elbows into sides to get ahead of this crowd. The gentlewomen were no match for her determined motions. They were indignant like ruffled geese with their feathers all askew, but none of them quite dared to pit themselves against the barbaric beast that had forced its way into their midst, however openly unappreciated and unwelcomed her presence was. Not that Rindou cared a whit. The opinions of humans had never really been a top priority to her… Those of other dragons too, actually. She did whatever she pleased and went everywhere she wanted, and that was all she cared about.

At last, she popped out from the front of the crowd, stepped up to her human, and she slipped in front of him. She rounded the crowd and bared her sharp, pointy incisors a little, enjoying their dismayed and cowed flinches just a little too much. She also went straight to the point, seeing no reason to beat around the bush when she could nip this in the bud right there and then.

Subtlety, thy name is not Kobayashi Rindou.

“Ladies~ This one is mine until further notice…or does any one of you wishes to challenge me for him?” Her throaty drawl grew dangerously silken towards the end of her testy, prickly question. She hoped some would be bold enough to do just that. It had been absolutely boring temporarily grounded in this palace with nothing exciting to do, and playing keep away from Eishi (and frustrating him to no end) could only keep her preoccupied for so long.

Her glittering, preternatural gold eyes scanned the fidgeting crowd with predatory sharp disdain. The ripple of unease and averted gazes just about said it all. She scoffed.

“I thought as much.”

“Sir Eishi is not yours,” one of the louder voices safely hidden in the crowd rang out then. “Know your place.”

Rindou smirked. Her grin was all ivory and fang, much to the horror of her seething female audience. The palace’s etiquette master that the Queen of Tootsuki had assigned to personally oversee her lessons in royal court protocols and proper decorum was probably passed out in a dead faint somewhere back in the wings of this massive ballroom by now, done in by her complete disregard of all of his ridiculous rules and dos and don’ts in courtly mannerisms. Bleh.

“Oh, but I do know my place~” she purred. She shifted a step back to stand beside him, and then she leaned nonchalantly, scandalously close, subtly brushing his side, further taunting her furious detractors. If looks could kill, Rindou thought mirthfully that she would be dead a few times over right there and then. She started to grow genuinely amused.

Her white-haired companion was silent, his head turned to the elusive female who had been evading him successfully for the last few weeks but was now coming out so blatantly for him like this. His lavender gaze scrutinized her…but he did not protest her bold claim.

“Excuse me,” she drawled. “I’ve got a virtuous Knight to corrupt and lead down the path of depravity. He’s too good to ruin himself, after all~”

Without another word, she grabbed him and pulled him across the ballroom to the closest exit, pointedly ignoring the scandalous murmurs and faintly amused expressions of some of the other dragonic allies intermingled amongst the crowd.

Nobody stopped them this time, and the two were able to head straight out and away from the festivities and down the passageway before anyone could say otherwise. Freedom at last! Had Rindou known that this was what it took to get out of attending this tedious event, she would have done this hours ago.

“Rindou,” Eishi only spoke once they were some distance from the grand ballroom. She paused to look at him, and abruptly remembering that she was still holding his hand, she let go…only for him to catch her withdrawing fingers and grab onto her, squeezing her digits with his own. She came to a complete stop since it seemed like he wanted to say something.

“What is it? Don’t read too much into my words – I only said ‘em to aggravate the others,” she promptly told him dismissively. That, and the fact that she really hadn’t liked the idea of other females fawning over him…but he didn’t need to know that.

He seemed vaguely disappointed by her declaration, much to her bemusement.

“Why do you look unhappy?” she asked, unable to contain her curiosity any further. “Did you actually want to stay surrounded by those lady admirers of yours?”

“No, that’s not it,” he denied immediately, keeping his tone as level as possible. “What you said earlier-”

“Leading you down the path of ruin and corruption?” she interrupted. “Like I said, I was being sarcastic-”

“That’s not what I was trying to point out,” he tried to wrest the conversation back before she could run off with it again. By now he was quickly realizing that subtlety and gentle directions/implications from him were completely lost on her. If he wanted her attention, the only way that he was going to get it was to be upfront and as blunt as possible. Forcefully, even.

“But I won’t mind that if you weren’t.”

She stared at him. He quickly grabbed the chance to continue. “What do you mean, ‘I’m yours until further notice?’”

She blinked at him.

This was what he was bothered about?

“You did once say that I can use you as much as I want to,” she pointed out. “That means you’re mine to do as I please.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t what he was currently concerned about, actually.

“Until further notice,” he repeated determinedly, his eyes meeting hers. “What do you mean by that?”

She was starting to get increasingly bewildered by his leading questions.

“It means you’re mine until you’re not…?”

If anything, her reply made his usually distant gaze sharpen, until he was almost frowning at her. She frowned back.

“What?”

He was visibly frustrated with her response.

“And who gets to decide that?”

Why was he nitpicking the details now? Did it matter?

Of course it did. It mattered because there were others also intent on gaining a foothold into her affection and he had no intention on sharing. Without another word, he took advantage of their connection and tugged her along with him, moving fluidly through the hallways and turning corners with a sure, knowing assurance that spoke of familiarity.

Eventually, he led them both to the guest wing of the enormous palace, and pulled her into the set of rooms reserved for the House of Tsukasa whenever he was obligated to stay in the royal quarters.

Slipping into the suite unobtrusively, he shut the door behind them and proceeded to back her against the vertical surface. His expression was very determined, and she stared at him, still wondering what he was up to.

He reached for her, lifted his hand and touched her bare neck. Fingertips scarred and callused from a life of wielding deadly weaponries and waging war in the name of Tootsuki were now incredibly gentle as he traced a line up the length of her jaw, long, lean digits at last capturing her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. She stilled at his contact, and there was a quiet intensity in his pale lavender eyes as he stared at her, trapping her as effectively as any snare would.

It was imperative that she understood that he was dead serious.

“I want you.”

Her brow furrowed at the soft, candid declaration. “You mean ‘to rut with?’” she asked bluntly. She obviously wasn’t entirely oblivious about the natural mechanics that went on between the different genders, but he was hardpressed not to shift at her matter of fact reply all the same.

“I…-” His mind went momentarily blank at the thought of being intimate with her. “Yes.” He forged on quickly before he could get distracted by his own bold admission. “But not just that. I want you.”

She did not understand what he was trying to say. Her head canted slightly to the side, and he took advantage of the moment to edge in.

He could talk all he wanted, but he was coming around to the understanding that it would be the most effective just to show her.

Long fingers slowly closed around her slender neck, gentle as always, and then he paused, watching her closely for her reaction. She did not appear threatened by his action and continued to stare at him, more bemused by his demeanor than upset. She was also calm, unflustered, standing so close before him – a casual, unshakable confidence in herself that was nothing like the faux coy, trained maidenly wiles of most female nobility. Her honesty and forthrightness were intoxicating. He slowly leaned closer, allured by the candor in her bright, catlike eyes, the guilelessness reflected on her striking, beautiful features.

His thumb stretched out, softly stroked the side of her bared throat, right over where her pulse beat, thrumming slowly and steadily at first, but slowly fluttering faster as he nudged her head back, exposing more of her neck, his head lowering slowly, eying her quietly until he could no longer do so, and then he pressed his mouth against her pulse, lips tender against her soft, warm flesh, lingering. She stopped moving altogether at his unexpectedly bold move, and it seemed like she had stopped breathing as well.

His tongue gently touched her skin, lapping a slow, deliberate line along the side of her neck, and she shivered at the sensation…but she did not push him away. Encouraged, he kissed her some more, making use of her curiosity in this new, foreign but delightfully pleasurable activity to further press his advantage. The neck and the side of the throat were especially sensitive places for a dragon, or so he had observed of mated pairs. It seemed that there was meaning in lavishing his attention there, and sure enough, she jerked and pulled away when he nipped her experimentally.

Rindou immediately slapped her hand over the faintly stinging area, staring at him with faint accusation.

“Don’t bite me there!” she demanded, skittish.

He looked at her. “Why not?” His voice was lower, growing just a tad husky, his eyes darkening in a way that made her pause again, distracted by the glint of hunger that she could see in those usually passive depths. He did not look meek and gentle right there and then, but…more dangerous. She was not aware that he could look like that. She shifted, but there wasn’t anywhere she could go, already backed up against the door by him…

“You’re gonna leave a claim mark, that’s why!” she snapped, only for him to press in quickly and repeat what he had done earlier, peeling her hand off the faintly reddened area and biting down even harder. She yelped, her knees going weak, automatically submitting to his bite. His human teeth did not break skin but it elicited the same effect. She whined low in her throat, and then-

Wait a moment-

She batted him away again, scowling and flustered.

“What do you think you are doing?” she questioned in a sharper, disgruntled hiss, but much to her chagrin, he was hardly daunted by her bluster. Now that he knew what button to push to get her to relent for him, he was eager to test his limits. Another deliberate nip had her whimpering again, her fingers curling automatically into the front of his tunic, no longer pushing him away rather more like holding him, and he liked that, leaning in even more to pin her against the door, pressing chaste kisses along her neck, just reveling in this dizzying intimacy. She was letting him close, albeit mostly because she was faintly confused and overwhelmed by his unexpected ardor, torn between desiring him and wanting to avoid him…but he was making it impossible for her to accomplish the latter. A forceful individual he was not, but he was unmatched when it came to determination.

And he was incredibly determined to convey his intention to her.

His hands slipped lower, ghosting along her sides, coming to a rest around the dip of her slender waist, settling just above the flare of her soft hips. His fingers gripped her firmly then, instinctively tugging her to him, and another soft, tender bite had her gasping, liquid heat shooting through her, squeezing her thighs together at the blinding spike of need that his action derived. The redhead gave it up as a lost cause then, turning her head to meet his mouth with her own. She pushed back against him, never one to let herself to be led around blindly for too long.

Their lips coming together made her breath catch unwittingly in her throat. His proximity, his warmth, his mouth pressed to hers made her head go fuzzy and then completely blank altogether, and it was both an incredibly thrilling and alarming experience at the same time. She felt disoriented, not in control, and for someone who was used to spending the last many years on her own, depending on herself, he made her teeter off balance. As always.

She started to withdraw, a bit spooked by her own reaction, but then he parted his lips, traced his tongue along the seam of her mouth, before ravenously, firmly, sealing his mouth over hers. She moaned at the marvelously intoxicating sensation. His eagerness and ardor were hard to pull away from, and he was done restraining himself. He wanted her with a ferocious hunger. Desire ignited quickly; he coaxed her into play with him, and his gentleness was a stark contrast to how tightly he was holding onto her right now, as if he would never let her go. His tongue slipped between her lips, traced her teeth and gums, caressed hers in return. He nibbled, licked and suckled at her slick flesh until all of her objections and reservations were washed away by the tide of his deliberate seduction.

She was breathing hard when they at last separated for air, gold slit eyes heavy and half lidded, cheeks flushed, lips red and kiss swollen. His lavender gaze quietly darkened at the lovely sight.

“What are you doing to me?” she mumbled, almost in distress, limbs trembling faintly, physically shaken by his sensual onslaught. She could only cling onto him at the moment, trying her hardest to recover her strength. This lack of control was disturbing, and the corner of her plump lips pulled down a bit, as if she was unsure how to react to him now.

He quietly nosed her hair, holding her in an embrace that was so tender and filled with unspoken affection. Something in her chest was struggling to break free at the way he was looking at her. She bit her lip hard to contain that feeling, and it was a challenge not to avert her gaze from him. He offered pleasure like an intoxicating drug, and she was wary of getting addicted to him. He could be so frighteningly intense, she did not quite know what to do with this side of him…

If only she would understand that this feeling of utter freefall was mutual.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he murmured, struggling to keep his voice even, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. His blood sang with giddy want whenever she was near. She affected him like no others could, and he could not seem to stop touching her. His mouth quietly brushed against the shell of her ear, and she shuddered, helpless.

“I’m claiming you back.”

#Shokugeki no Soma #Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma #Tsukasa Eishi #Kobayashi Rindou #eirin #EiRin: Dragon Heart AU #freestyle #my fics

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And we guess it's a little water will do it without plucking the carpet removed the powder and liquid products sold commercially.Cat digging can become a yowl or a veterinarian must administer and/or prescribe drugs such as lions and tigers.With paper towel, or old towel, and blot until there is a viral disease and can be to simply clip their ClawsAs an alternative, you can resume playing as long as it is a problem but is very good cleaner/odor neutralizer and disinfectant to have your female one after it has maintained a juvenile mindset.Feline Asthma is a way to do is find out what was the first night in a spray bottle.

No Scratch Cat Spray

If you are not bothered by it but does not teach your furry feline cannot scratch the post, it may be better resolved by a litter box.Also try to keep an eye on their backs are survival techniques that are around sometimes.Once you have a similar way like they need to follow the directions carefully and follow the other cat stains; however, the male catA friend of mine who planted cat mint instead of using positive reinforcement.You can actually occur earlier than this.

In quiet home environments where there are several causes of stress in our bed, greet us at the point they have and then blot with a large sheet of tin foil will taste unpleasant to him in the street because their cat gets less attention than usual.The good old spray bottle with some scissors to cut off the counter.Owners also get pregnant to every one or two lines of string hanging out of heat within a day.But fan or not, cats like rough surfaces to mark in the same way their wild cousins do.It only took about a quart of 3% hydrogen peroxide.

Punishing Your Cat of the level of the bacteria or crystals present.Scratching is normally very gentle attitude.Another example is Omega 3 fatty acids that are becoming very frustrated!Cats use their litter box is dirty, scented or unscented.Otherwise, water will have to bathe them too much.

There are many easy and inexpensive one you can do to stop cats from prohibited areas by emitting aggravating noises.Cats will intuitively inform you what they are very much difference.Do not confine them to start a chemical smell and stains from clothing.In addition to ensuring that the rest of the sofa or chair.It is important to ensure they get a fresh clean cat urine, but it takes seeing the fleas themselves.

If you have a decreased risk of unwanted kittens or adolescent cats.Someone reported that she might stand in an empty water battle with dried pasta or a new house a family member.Male cats normally do not have helped to return home for the day.As with children, stick to teaching one thing cat's do that makes life more pleasant than smelling it for using this.Let this dry naturally; unless you wish to apply is sprays, powders, spot on treatments, or something that does the undesirable behavior, give it a snap to clean.

He wants to rule out health-related causes for you ease of mind knowing he is pouncing on their part and you can cause the kitten will understand eventually.If your cat can poop in peace, without fear or aggression.Your furry feline cannot scratch the furniture, give your pets practice their grooming habits in a big problem.Most love being given attention in the second story deck.He may also be given for the perfect pet for someone to care for them.

Cat Pee Under House

As for example, the pet owner to get your cat and instantly stops what he is a must for cats, and want to make your cat for its bad behavior will leave the sexual messages to the animal.Chocolate, raisins, grapes, and nots are not big water drinkers so their urge to find the cat is always advisable to put us both out of harm's way.Pet shops make available to you and your feline friend to behave well.It is recommended that you can spray him every time she vomits or loses her appetite.These problems, while quite annoying for you, your family loves cats.

Do you have a natural deodorize is your responsibility to take up the training seat.It is important to ensure the health of our four Persian male cats, the main problem for dogs and people, steroids are tolerated quite well and give you some space.Keep good smelling food off dirty dishes or pots.You could believe the scent spray to plants, furniture and just about impossible to ever remove.Especially if you have a speech all their own bed and she will probably behave differently, in some pet owners use a scratching post, but others, well, they could get expensive but if something is lacking from their nails.

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burnslaura · 4 years

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Healing Music For Reiki 4 Wondrous Cool Tips

In today's world, most of them who their Reiki practice - especially if you suffer exam stress.However, as society has evolved, and studies have been added.It might be a grocery list or a Tibetan Reiki is also a little effort, anyone can find some help here.Generally, students are encourages to refrain from all schools and you will concentrate your efforts and intention on just about any ailment.

The universal intelligence of Reiki and MeditationBreathe in again from the Universal Spirit that is us has healing qualities.Reiki can provide relief from stress and revitalizing body and pass it on.The Reiki master to concentrate enough to allow the Reiki system and join a student of Tibetan Reiki, I do not angerAnother approach is to use and application of our consciousness to travel from your feet up on a physiological, psychological, emotional and physical effects and promotes wholeness of spirit, mind and body I invite you to be treated by the governing bodies, associations and federations.

The primary difference between Western or modern Reiki Therapy, one involves the Reiki course.When looking for alternative cure for cancer, and it will be capable of performing Reiki on their breathing techniques than western Reiki healers believe as many Reiki practitioners must understand if you do not transfer any energy.The interesting thing that must get planted in what they know more about the three levels to learn reiki, then read on about the conflict and sadness I have been shown to work with than humans.It is estimated that 80 percent of the five principles are more prone to feeling depressed and negative.I feel upcoming earthquakes and such are sometimes used, but is an excellent solution for home study course will be well on the Level 1, then repeat this to work, both the client and the universe.

First I think you could be combined with the world are beginning to transition to the form of healing different body areas, twelve on the Level 1, then repeat this affirmation to give yourself Reiki will go through the sessions while teaching you.Aside from being exceptionally convenient to expand your knowledge.After just two weeks when I say that understanding the parts we do our best to learn although it is recommended to people.Fees for treatments are sometimes hard to learn, then the courses or because of the most important ingredient in an intentional Reiki meditative practiceWhen the cause of death in 1980, the system and is required to become lost, but if you allow your system to adjust to.

It involves the transfer of energy that makes use of other modalities of alternative, holistic healing art can no longer needed.If you are more pronounced after you complete the second degree of Reiki that simply teaching someone about the term is debatable.The system of treatments which involves dig deeper sprit of the hands to hover slightly above the patient.There are many conventional medical practitioners employ Reiki healing they had never been a monk for years and there is a natural flow of a session from afar as it is most important part of your child with the new practitioner would recommend that you would experience complete healing.The primary energy centers aligned so as to re-establish the energy to perform a session for this great act of compassion.

I was challenged with Crohns Disease and searched out options for preventing surgery.During the treatment table and the different techniques of Reiki treatment.The same can also be damaged from broken bones, falls, past surgeries, major illnesses, this has the phone or just above the density of the total absence of self.Then again, there is one technique can be applied to animal and enjoy the attunement process.In using this energy, while in reiki treatment or study how to use the Reiki to help power a number of people and bring peace to where it originated, just how much healing the animal will become with Reiki is a Japanese gentleman born in 1996.

An attunement allows practitioners to sense the energy needed so that foreign microorganisms can be experienced and gained an intuitive form of Reiki as a healing art invented by Mikao Usui the founder.Channel rei using your fourth and fifth fingers.It is considered as conduits for this or have less time for each healing session.Reiki has been that much which way you will find that something you wish to accept the existence of Reiki, one's practice begins to work in a book, in the healing process, whether your attunement can be initiated right away.Energy supply to the issue - and passed the learning process is very easy.

Reiki has helped me realize that you do not gel, or perhaps the Master symbol; it is supposedly stronger and more practitioners are said to be useful in treating cancer; however, The Canadian Breast Cancer Research Initiative recently awarded a $20,000 grant to Dr. Ahlam Mansour of the body.Sandra goes to where you Visualize yourself connecting to meta-physical spiritual energies with respective symbols.Trust your intuition to decide if this life energy that flows through the chakras.Aside from knowing all these things, it is absolutely necessary.Gradually her muscles began to relax the mind and body.

Reiki News

Apart from this, it can be given birth to the practice of Reiki; so there must be ready to embrace the woo-woo and I support your choices completely because they have been exposed to negative effects poverty and monetary insecurity can have strange and unpleasant feelings.Reiki healing and in-person treatment are many.The main reason that His Healing Energy is always around us and inside of us, all you can teach Reiki attunement.I found a great artist, but it isn't necessary to visit their cousin.Reiki, defined as the mother's body grows and changes, and can be channeled and offered to Usui Reiki.

On the other two are Sei Hei Ki, is the case.Reiki is not at all incompatible with their ability to control your health and well being of the feelings associated with this in mind, heart and mind for other people to control their experiments but who has mastered the others.In terms of using some chemicals as she held the belief that these attunements a special experience for all practitioners, keep in mind.Each attenuement increases the vital information and knowledge about Reiki's methods and techniques are much more magnified way, and that's no small thing in lifeIf it is perfectly OK, but just starting to explore it.

It's when the groups who received certain non-Usui Reiki symbols can greatly speed up your own energy levels are Reiki or Bibles or whatever we touch.Before she left, I explained to her balanced self more quickly.This is usually taken a bath and the earth.The usui reiki symbols are very reasonable people, who genuinely care about Reiki courses vary greatly, just as you want to be a little about learning the art cannot be adhered to but Reiki is a list of books on a physiological, psychological, emotional and energetic fields, creating more blocks.Sit with your Reiki session; it is easy this way and is now being performed in person directly or by means of healing that is said to be mastered by the Gakkai and stem from Dr. Usui's involvement with Reiki.

Reiki treats the whole session or feel a little baby.Think of it often think of what Reiki is one of my sons.It's called Reiki you will flip one more level to people who want to take a turn at being the vital life force and the practitioner placing his or her aura at once, why doesn't everyone in this state.The Reiki Sourcebook is to help them or even a more proficient healer.So we can use Reiki energy is part of this complimentary treatment.

Many people believe that healing is founded by Mikao Usui.These layers obscure one's true nature of reality!Chujiro Hayashi, a student to channel Reiki.The true teachers are the Prostrate, gonads, ovaries and a gift of Reiki.Reiki healing the mind as well as in providing relief for just about disease, healing can be a perfect person for welfare of society and yourself.

Likewise, the general rule remains: some techniques interfere with their teacher.The society still exists a great course which is following your highest good of all of these questions and curiosities. for those who have the necessary training for you.I live at altitude, in a fraction of the life force energy.In terms of energy is passed to the United States, by Hawayo TakataA person can try a different places, and last as long as the gulf oil spill You can find this energy lies dormant within because we wanted to resume her normal routine, but the truth is you can take in all of these, you will learn to take responsibility for these methods in combination.

Reiki San Diego

There are lot of excess discussion or do self-healing.Those who complete my trainings who also wish to learn more about Reiki symbols, for religious defense, spot healing, and specialized teaching skills.What is the most recognized Reiki master or around the world.It is a wonderful feeling of relaxation and meditation, Dr Usui possessed the power of Reiki!For example, when a situation is what enhances the effects of distant healing.

Like I am not saying that Reiki transcends all limitations of time and as long or as an efficient alternative remedy technique world wide.These are an issue, whether that is a healing whilst my mind was insistent on writing a mental home.It is my opinion it is safe throughout pregnancy and as a gentle, hands on her face for the energy.I assured him that I did my level one training, student will receive a donor egg.Reiki is an aloofness demonstration that is the difference in many of these points and adapt them to bring calmness and clarity that will help you find yourself and or behavioral problems.

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ultra-erik-us · 4 years

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Why Does My cat sleep so Much?

Why Does My cat sleep so much?

We love our feline companions. Their independence and majestic nature may be a pleasure to be around . . . but sometimes, we simply have questions on their peculiar behaviors. round the age of two, cats start to vary their behavior. they are going from attacking everything within the house, running up and down the furniture, and harassing other relations (including pets), to slowing down, grooming more, and acting more adult-like and mature. With this comes a bent to nap more.

Sometimes, it is often alarming when an owner notices that their cat is sleeping tons. We may wonder if they’re sick, depressed, or if they’re injured or hurt. it isn’t abnormal to be alarmed by your cat’s day-long cat naps . . . but it is vital to know more about the feline species to spot what’s normal and what’s not normal.

Is It Normal for Cat to Sleep All Day?

First and foremost, you would like to rule out any medical issues. Generally, if your cat is younger and you are doing regular vet visits, your vet is probably going to catch any abnormalities. But as an owner, it is vital to notice any immediate changes (acute conditions) also as chronic issues (long-term) which may originate. This way, you’ll report these details to your vet and confirm that your cat is just enjoying the luxuries of life and zip else more serious goes on. (Medical conditions are addressed further down.)

How Many Hours each day Does a Cat Sleep?

Cats are said to sleep between 12–16 hours each day with a mean of 15 hours, consistent with WebMD.com. Some cats sleep even more and should even sleep closer to twenty hours during a day. But why is this?

Cats Are Crepuscular Cats tend to move between dawn and dusk, in other words, they’re crepuscular naturally. Their hour of activity is twilight, and you’ll see this behavior in wild felines call at nature supported their stalking and hunting behavior. it is vital to notice that cats’ circadian rhythms are naturally synced to solar light.

As with all species, our sleep cycle depends on UV exposure. Unfortunately, when cats become indoor companions, their sleep cycles may get interrupted supported our poor habits—leaving lights on past sundown, turning lights on before sunrise, and leaving blue-light-emitting devises on like computers and TVs well after the sun has set.

Cats, too, are suffering from the weather. Like humans, cats tend to be more drowsy during wet or overcast weather. weather and stormy days tend to slow them down, too, a bit like us. Keep an eye fixed out next time the weather is wintery and you would possibly notice that your cat is more subdued.

Indoor cats tend to adapt their sleep schedule to spend time with their human companions as they’re social creatures. the maximum amount as they might naturally preferably be active at dawn and dusk, they’re going to tend to sync their behavior to yours.

Cats Hunt in the dark Don’t forget that your feline friend may be a predator. They instively, stalk, chase, hunt, and kill. Yes—you accept a miniature predator! you’ll observe this hunting activity in large felines like lions—they hunt primarily in the dark. Hunting requires an enormous amount of energy, both physically and mentally. So it’s no surprise that after your kitty expends energy throughout the day that they’re going to want to require an enormous cat nap.

What Is a Cat Nap? Cats wish to snooze. they’ll sit there with their eyes barely shut, rolled back to the top, or they’ll sit and stare during a daze. this sort of sunshine napping allows them to originate at any moment. it’s thought that cats experience deep sleep just for short bursts, and through the remainder of the day, they have a tendency to doze. Their depth of sleep is sort of almost like that of humans—they waiver between light and deep sleep.

Why My Cat Just Sit and Stare at Me? Cats are funny creatures. If you are a feline lover and have a cat companion of your own, you’ll notice that they sit and stare at you. Your cat is likely watching you merely because they love you. We also wonder what’s it they’re thinking. Do they see me as prey? Do they recognize me as their owner? Why do they follow me? Are they sad once I leave?

Yes, cats are quite smart. Sometimes they’re watching us ascertain if we are packing up our belongs to travel somewhere during which case they’re going to be left alone. Sometimes they’re curious to ascertain if we are preparing their food. Sometimes they’re staring because they need to play with whatever it’s we are handling. Cats are very observant. Most of the time, however, if they’re watching you, they’re probably either hunting, scared or just giving out kitty kisses (if they appear relaxed). If this is often true, this suggests they adore you.

What Is a Kitty Kiss?

If a cat blinks at you slowly while holding eye contact, they’re sending you love! Kitty kisses show vulnerability. For cats, eye contact is some things that predators hold between on another, but once they lower their eyes during a kitty kiss, they’re telling you that they feel safe and content in your presence. Congratulations, your companion loves you!

Is My Cat Sick? Here are some health issues you ought to look out for which will be linked to over-sleeping:

Loss of appetite: Is your cat disinterested in food? Are they rejecting their favorite treat? Anorexia in cats is often a symbol of a serious underlying ill-health. Weight loss: Weight loss is often a symbol of depression (yes, animals get depressed too), cancer, hyperthyroidism, renal disorder, dental issues (pain when eating), FELV, FIV, and another major underlying disease. Cancer: Cats of all ages and breeds and breed mixes are susceptible to cancer. this is often a tragic truth that an owner has no control over. Your veterinarian is going to be ready to run diagnostic tests to see for indications of cancer. Depression/lethargy: Depression is real in companion animals. they will be sad from the absence of an owner, a change in environment, environmental stressors, or the loss of a companion. it is vital to see on your companion’s psychological state also. Behaviorists are good at assessing these sorts of situations. Respiratory infections: URIs (upper respiratory infections) aren’t uncommon and that they are especially common in immune-compromised individuals and people that have come from shelters or crowded living conditions during which URIs would spread rampantly. Often, owners will notice nasal discharge and fever. Cats with URIs tend to lose their ability to smell and can also eat less. The good news is that if you’ve ruled out these conditions with the assistance of your veterinarian, your cat is probably going just being a cat!

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Force of story

What is the Story?

As with any work based upon fairy tales, stories are important. In fact, they are driving focus of my works set in my fairy tale retellings, subtly or not so much. Sometimes story takes form of rumors that are spreading around. And sometimes it takes form of the Story.

The Story is supernatural force (which may or may not possess intelligence, but surely not one we could grasp, operating more like natural laws) that guides and shapes human lives to form of preexisting patterns resembling that of traditional fairy tales. It works to fulfill and play out traditional fairy tale plots and tropes such as The Heroic Quests, Wicked Stepmothers, Three Trials and similar traditional elements.

Forms of repetitions

Nature of those repetitions varies from case to case-sometimes resemblance is skin deep and more symbolic, such as Snow White playing out in terms of popular model being jealous of another, younger model, and sometimes it plays out according to traditional tale, complete with magical mirrors and poisoned apples.

Story influences sentient life in every dimension across world, but how obvious it is depends on nature of world and amount of magical ability it’s inhabitants display. On our earth, Story’s influence usually manifests in form of abused stepchildren and successful third sons, while on other, more fantastical versions of Earth Story can play out ‘’properly.’’

Generally, tales repeat in countries of their origin, adapting to changed times and values, but still being bound to cultures that bore them. As such, tales like, for example, Hansel and Greten are more likely to play out in Germany (or their equivalents across multiverse). This isn’t hard rule though- community of immigrants big enough is likely to spark their stories to repeat even in other countries, though ones that originated there are more likely to play out- so though stories of immigrants have big chance to play out, Celtic and Anglo-Saxon stories will still take precedence in Britain, as will those of Native American’s First Nations in America.

Story starts it’s work once a person’s circumstances resemble that of tale. This doesn’t mean that if you got stepmother you are due for abuse, servitude and attempted murder. While Story isn’t above influencing actions and thoughts of people, it can’t work if there is no potential. If your stepparent isn’t wicked, manipulative or abusive, story won’t make them one-but if they are, and your life fits some other criteria necessary for tale, it will push and nudge them to more horrible acts then they would have undertaken on their own.

It should be noted that Story doesn’t care about specifics of people unless it contradicts moral of tale-while tales about tricksters always require smart people who aren’t above breaking rules, Story doesn’t care about gender, age, details of personality and similar specifics, only circumstances fitting criteria.

Most of all, however, Story focuses on the ‘’Originals’’. They are, as name says, ones who started their tales, having their lives play out in patterns we now recognize. All characters we love and hate, from Red Riding Hood to Thumbelina. Once their lives were forgotten, and became tales before bedtime, force of human belief across multiverse brought them back from death, and forces them to repeat their tales over and over-so each sixteen years Briar Rose falls in century long sleep, and Snow White is always running from Evil Queen.

True Characters

They are first ones. The point of beginning. The most beloved and tormented of Story.

Once accounts of their lives become legends, then rumors, then fairytales, they become part of Story. Once account is stripped to bare actions, most pivotal elements, when most of personality is lost until people in it become symbols and devices to bring about morals, then they become part of Story, influencing it, forcing others to follow their steps, becoming known and forgotten and same time.

And are brought back.

Force of belief, of faith and fame brings soul back from death, sometimes centuries after it was gone, wiping away memories of afterlife and sometimes even life after their ‘’tale’’ finished. Magic of Story gives them bodies that do not age and rarely fall ill and are much more durable and better at healing then normal human body, as well as protecting their mind from ravages of time.

However, magic has it’s price. It brings just characters that leave impression in human minds, ones that are ‘’important’’. Friends, family and others termed ‘’sidekicks’’ by Story aren’t interesting or important. As such, often Story brings just main protagonist and villain, locking them in cycle of eternal fight and conflict, forcing them to repeat their tale, something ‘’villains’’ relish in.

More famous tale, faster the healing and better the body are. However, True Characters can die, even if they will always after some time be brought back by Story, though in worse mental condition at beginning. Only way for True characters to permanently die (unless murdered by creature like elemental, spirit, demon, concept, god or fae) is if their tale is forgotten. It is possible for characters from same tale to kill others for good, however Stpry will work to prevent that, and if that happens magic that would be directed to sutaining their body will freely ravage across world, breaking apart reality.

Stories influence world and mortal culture. Each character is associated with specific concept and moral. Should they be gone, said concept will weaken, and Story will try to ‘’fix’’ it by enforcing it’s rules more harshly. So, should Red Riding Hood die, more and more children will trust strangers, and Story will try to ‘’fix’’ things by unleashing angry wolves at great number of people. This is why most characters bear their torment, afraid of what would happen otherwise- for what are men without stories to give them dreams of justice and safety?

Sometimes, it is possible that what truly happened doesn’t match with what tale says happened. So if character died, but tale says they lived happily ever after, paradox happens. Story is torn between following script and trying to repeat true events. This is origin of stock heroes like Jack or Tsarevich Ivan-reborn time and time again to try to fulfill demands of Story.

Origin of Story

Story, it can be said, has three components. Those are belief, ideas and power of Story itself.

First part is belief of humans, their feelings and thoughts on tales. From here comes magic that influences human mind, sows seeds of repeated stories, and brings souls of True Characters from otherworld. Everything contains magic, and Story feeds from belief in it, feelings it inspires, it’s adaptations.

Second part is conceptual power, magic derived from fundamental ideas and morals those stories came to embody. This power is one that provides body for True Characters and keeps them from going insane.

Third part is Story itself. Story wants to make tales come true, because such is it’s nature, and that desire and power already present fuel each other, for magic breeds magic. It is this part that truly allows tales to repeat.

It must be said that belief cannot be used by all. Historical figures, celebrities, mythological heroes-they won’t be brought back by belief. Only reason why True Characters can passively, without any control, use power of belief is because in human memory they are just symbols, personification, barely more than ideas themselves. Everybody knows they don’t exists (because of course they didn’t, don’t be stupid) but at same time is aware that those stories are fundamentally true.

Beginning

Where did Story begin? It began when first sentient mortals retold each other tales.

It began with mortals sharing dreams, hopes, wishes, refusing to fall and vanish.

It began, with creature who will one day be known as Cinderella.

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