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[babylearners]

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[redgoldsparks]

January 2024 reading and Reviews by Maia Kobabe

I post my reviews throughout the month on Storygraph and Goodreads, and do roundups here and on patreon. Reviews below the cut.

Electric Bones volume 1 by Hazel and Bell 

Lucian is the son of a minor nobleman and the CEO of the galaxy's biggest AI company, but he's not so rich that he can't get in trouble. After being fired as a programmer from Echo Station he joined a startup with a couple friends and is now fishing for funding at an elite tech expo on board an expensive and exclusive space vessel. There he sees someone he thinks he recognizes- Ezra, a grey robot, an fully sentient AI who worked on Echo Station as a researcher and partially cost Lucian his job. So why is Ezra now working on the space vessel as an escort? Unless it's not Ezra, but just a look-alike robot model? These questions drag Lucian into the beginnings of tangled web of intrigue which include kidnapping, AI-hacking, and murder. I've been reading this story online as a webcomic for years; you can still read all of volume one here: https://electricbonescomic.com/index.... But last year I also backed the kickstarter, and just sat down to re-read the whole story in print form, including a sexy little bonus comic. I love these characters, I love the rich colors, the lovely sense of flow and design of the pages. I can't wait for volume two!

The Fox Maidens by Robin Ha

Action packed and exciting, this family drama is full of unexpected twists and turns. I loved the focus on female characters: passionate Kai, whose love of martial arts and sense of justice cannot be contained by the normal rules of Joseon society; her mother, Meorhu, a fragile woman with a surprising past; Sura, a thief turned mercenary; and the Gumiho herself, the deadly but alluring fox spirit who impacts the lives of all the others with her magic and charisma. The art is rich with historical details, beautiful nature scenes, and fast paced fight scenes. Lovers of ghost stories, kdramas, and queer re-tellings of fairy tales will find much to enjoy here. I was lucky enough to read an advanced copy of this book! Pre-order it now, or look for it in bookstores in mid-February 2024.

A Nobleman’s Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel by KJ Charles read by Martyn Swain

What a delightful return to Romney marsh! This book picks up 13 years after the dramatic conclusion of the previous installment. Luke Doomsday is now a secretary, looking for a new position in a large house were he can keep books and solve his master's problems. Rufus, the recently minted Earl of Oxney, formerly a major in the army and son of a draper, has problems. For one, he never expected to inherit and his uncle is doing everything he can to prove Rufus illegitimate in court. For another, the previous Earl of Oxney was a selfish old bastard who let the estates fall into terrible disrepair, while Rufus' timid cousin kept poor account of the estate's money in a chicken scratch handwriting. Rufus struggles to read at the best of times, and he can barely make sense of his newly inherited account books. When Luke shows up on his door, it feels like a godsend. The men are immediately attracted to each other, though both have reason to be wary. And Luke, in seems, may have come to Stone Manor looking for more than a job. This series is such a fun mix of spicy romance, action, mystery, and danger. I'm really enjoying the setting and time period, which is just after the end of the Napoleonic wars. I really hope there will be more books to come!

Translation State by Ann Leckie

No one is doing it like Ann Leckie! This sci-fi novel uses six different pronoun sets (actually kind of seven, except one is the same set just used culturally very differently by different groups of people). It’s fantastic. We’ve got they/them, e/em/eir, sie/hir, it/its, he/him, she/her, and she/her again except used as a universal pronoun regardless of gender (which works great inside the Radch Empire and badly outside of it). I'm on the fence about whether this book can be read as a stand alone, or if it would only really make sense after having read at the Imperial Radch trilogy and Providence. I suppose it depends on what level of baffling alien customs and politics you are willing to tolerate. This book opens with Enae attending hir grandmaman's funeral, only to learn that the seemingly wealthy old woman had sold her entire estate to a stranger before her death. For the first time in her life, Enae leaves home with a Foreign Affairs job: to see out a fugitive who left Presger space some 200 years prior. Enae isn't expecting to succeed, but sie gives it hir best shot- and in doing so completely upends the lives of a widening circle of bystanders including Reet, a man of unknown parentage, and Qven, a juvenile Presger. This book finally begins to explain this inhuman and terrifying species, and the reason why the Presger-Radachii Treaty defines the rules of so much of this universe. I deeply enjoyed this installment; it makes me want to go back and re-read the original trilogy.

Brooms by Jasmine Walls and Teo Duvall 

Set in an alternate 1930s, Mississippi, this story follows a group of friends and found family who have to hide their magic from the restrictive and racist government. They survive at the margins, but they don't let the fear of prosecution stop them from doing what they love: racing together as a team. Deep in the woods seers and witches host carnival like events where racers on brooms compete for prize money and glory. Each of them has reasons why they need to win; lives and futures depend on it. This book is deeply queer with a diverse and magical cast. If you're looking for historical fiction where the trans and lesbian brown witches win, this one's for you.

Boys Weekend by Mattie Lubchansky

Sammie is a recently out nonbinary transfemm but their college friend group has not picked up on that fact yet. When Sammie is invited to be the "best man" at their friend Adam's wedding and attend a bachelor weekend at a high-tech, no-laws resort built on top of the Pacific Garbage Patch they decide to go in stealth mode. The resort is a pyramid scheme mutated with a strip club, business conference, all you can drink brunch bar, pro-gamer, most-dangerous-game corporate nightmare. Also, the waters around it are infested with terrifying flesh-eating monsters and someone is trying to raise an eldritch god. It takes every bit of queer resistance Sammie possesses to survive this bleak, hilarious, and surprisingly moving tale. In both their fiction and nonfiction comics, Lubchansky continues to hold up the black mirror to our own dystopian times.

Belle of the Ball by Mari Costa 

A very queer high school rom-com comic with a satisfying message about growing into yourself and seeing others truly for who they are. It opens with a love triangle, but subverts that form into a more complicated shape by the end of the tale. Strong character designs and very effective limited color palette.

The Moth Keeper by K. O’Neill 

In a desert village, a group of folks choose to live a nocturnal life to keep the moon company, and to care for a small group of magical moths, the only creatures who can pollinate a magical tree which helps sustain the whole ecosystem. One youngster, Anya, volunteers for the important but lonely job of Moth Keeper. She yearns to be of service to others, and feels she must earn her place in the village. In reality, help and friendship are only an ask away, and in this space everyone is cared for. This is a very beautifully illustrated and brief tale of responsibility, community, and resilience.

Feeding Ghosts by Tessa Hulls

What an accomplishment! I savored every page of Feeding Ghosts, absolutely floored by the labor and courage that went into the writing of this book. The inking is gorgeous, the history is clear, digestible, and devastating. This book threads the line between honesty and compassion in a way that I appreciate so much in any memoir, but especially one dealing with family. Hulls lays out the story of three generations of women starting with her grandmother, Sun Yi, a Shanghai journalist who faced intense persecution during the rise of Communism in China, who penned a popular and scandalous memoir and then suffered a mental breakdown. This left her only daughter, Rose, a student at an elite boarding school with no parental figures and no other family to lean on. Eventually Rose earned a scholarship to an American university and in the end moved her mother into her California home. Sun Yi haunted that home during the author's own childhood. The unexamined trauma and codependency of Sun Yi and Rose drove the author to the extreme edges of the Earth, seeking freedom from their ghosts. But in the end, she stopped running from her family history and turned, instead, to face it. Shelve this book with Maus, Fun Home, Persepolis and The Best We Could Do.

I Keep My Exoskeletons To Myself by Marisa Crane read by Bailey Carr 

I really struggled with this book. I almost DNFed at 25%. Ultimately, I did finish it, and I am glad I did because I think the final act was my favorite part of the story. However, I think the title and cover set me up with expectations of what this book would be which were very different than what the book actually delivered. This is not science fiction- despite the fact it was nominated in the science fiction category in the Goodreads Choice Awards. It is only barely speculative. This is a book about grief, depression, and parenting a baby and then a young child as a single mom struggling with loss and borderline alcoholism. There were passages of the book which struck hard, individual observations and lines which rang like bells. There is also nearly no plot and I was frustrated by the lack of world building. I wanted to know more about the laws governing extra shadows- were Shadesters allowed to vote, hold passports, travel across state lines? Had anyone experimented with the removal of Shadows? When and how did cameras get installed in apparently every home in American, and how did the government hire and pay for a workforce of seemingly 1:1 surveillance agents to citizens? Also, how on earth did Kris manage to pay for a whole apartment on a single salary working a call center job, especially when as a Shadester she had to pay extra taxes? I understand that this is literary fiction, and these questions are obviously not the ones the book was interested in answering. But it felt strange to me that a book so focused on parenting would not include a single passage about struggling to pay for or arrange childcare. The "pop quizzes" that break up the text did not work well in audio, and did not add anything to my experience of this book. Ultimately, I would only recommend this novel to a vary narrow audience of readers who enjoy lit fic, and are willing to spend a lot of time in the POV of a character teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown through much of the story.

Atana and The Firebird by Vivian Zhou

Atana is a mermaid, but she was banished from her home to live alone on island for a reason she doesn't understand. One night a curious young firebird leaves her flock in space to come down and visit Earth, and she convinces Atana to go an adventure. They are soon pursed by magic hunters, but they also make friends, and end up as invited guests in the Witch Queen's palace. She makes them welcome in her massive library and gardens, but she also has ulterior motives. This is a fast paced story of magic, friendship, and young people slowly learning about the forces larger than themselves that shape their world and their lives. I really enjoyed the art, it has a very active, energetic line which serves the action scenes particularly well. I can tell the author came from an animation background! I am glad that the ending set up potential future installments in this world.

Portrait of a Body by Julie Delporte  

I really loved the colored pencil illustrations of this book, especially the botanical drawings, and the kind of abstract relation of the text and images. I thought the drawings paired extremely well with the hand lettering even if at times I struggled with some of the cursive capitals. This is a candid memoir of recovering from sexual assault and a dysfunctional relationship to ones body and sexuality, of stepping into queerness and self-acceptance. I couldn't really relate to the author's journey, but I appreciated the honestly and thoughtfulness with which the more challenging themes were handled.

Fool’s Fate by Robin Hobb read by Nick Taylor 

This book, and this series, has earned Robin Hobb a permanent place in my list of favorite authors. This story goes so hard, weaving together threads that are 9 volumes and 30 plus years of in-story history in the making. The final confrontations, reunions, and farewells at the end of this story were hard earned and so well written. This very much felt like it could have been a final volume of the Realm of Elderlings series, but I know that there are 7 more books to come and I can't wait to see what else this series has in store for me!

System Collapse by Martha Wells read by Kevin R Free 

This book picks up right after the end of the previous volume and I had, unfortunately, completely forgotten most of the previous plot. Once I got myself oriented I still had a great time with it. Wow, I just love watching Murderbot learn and grow and solve problems in unique and interesting ways! I kind of want to go back and re-listen to the whole series.

The Chromatic Fantasy by H.A. 

This comic blew me away. One of the most beautiful, strange, artistically ambitious and deeply trans books I've read in a while. Aesthetically, its as rich as a stained glass window or illuminated manuscript. Its narrative is psychedelic but emotionally it rings so tender and true. The story opens with Jules, a transman trapped in a nunnery who accepts a deal with a devil who promises to help him live as a man. Possessed and impervious to physical harm, Jules turns to a life of debauchery and crime. Then he meets another trans criminal, the poetic thief and thespian Casper, and they begin to fall for each other. They see each other as no one else ever has, they validate and treasure one another, but Jules' devil is a jealous master. The devil would rather see Jules burn than thrive. This is one of those books that made me want to draw, made me want to write, made me want to be bolder, weirder, freer, wilder in my story telling. An instant favorite, I expect I'll return to this over and over.

Mall Goth by Kate Leth

Liv's parents are on the verge of divorce; they've just moved to a new town and Liv will be starting at a new high school. At her last school, Liv was bullied for being openly queer and an unapologetic mall goth, and she is understandably hesitant to accept friendship overtures at the new school. However, a supportive male English teacher and a fellow goth gamer boy start to make Liv feel welcome. The goth introduces her to an MMORPG and the English teacher praises her essays and gives her Lolita. Both of them start regularly DMing Liv late into the night, more than is appropriate for the relationships they have. This book is in large part about a teen navigating confusing advances and how and when to disclose things that make her uncomfortable but feel hard to speak about or define. I thought that aspect of the story was handled very well. Some of the pacing in the friendship plot lines surrounding it felt a bit rushed, a few sections underdeveloped, but ultimately I think this book tackled an important issue not often seen in YA comics. It is also steeped in early 2000s Hot Topic/emo music/pop culture references- if you were there, you'll know.

What’s Wrong? Personal Histories of Chronic Pain and Bad Medicine by Erin Williams 

Williams illuminates, through memoir, interviews, and mixed media illustrations the extreme failures of the US healthcare system to address chronic pain. These failures are especially common for patients of color, patients who struggle with addictions, patients who are queer or survivors of assault and trauma. If you had any illusions that the systems of medical care are working in this country, shed them now. This book is half cathartic, half infuriating to read. I really appreciated the honesty and vulnerability of the interviewees and the trans and nonbinary inclusiveness of the language surrounding pain tied to the reproductive system.

#maia kobabe #reading #books #book reviews #comic book reviews

[aurriearts]

tips for painting eyes like mine

(here's sura's for example)

use a BIG canvas so you can zoom in to do the details

use textured brushes. they will help SO much. irises have lots of weird details if you look at them close-up, and it's easier to communicate that with rougher/textured brushes vs the smoother kinds

have the whites of the eyes dark first like the colour of the surrounding area + gradually add pops of white/lighter colours. treat them like theyre highlights

add a slight shadow to the area just underneath the eyelid

make the ring outside the iris + pupil dark, gradually build colour around there

add highlights in slightly brighter colours (colour dodge is your friend) to the main iris colour for extra vibrancy. don't make it a solid colour, give it some variety!

use the highlights on the pupil to indicate where the character is looking. it helps with the uncanny valley look + makes them more alive (i have, ironically, scopophobia/eye contact aversion so this tends to help me lol. if you look at my portraits i will pretty much never have a character looking straight ahead/always to the side.)

don't overdo it with the white highlights unless it's for extreme expressions like wide eyes/shock/horror/crying (eyes are shinier with tears) etc. less is more!

bigger/wider eyes = more of the whites show. in comparison, with narrower eyes, the eyelids will hide more of the upper and lower sections of the iris.

when you're looking at something not straight ahead, the eye closer to the direction will move less than the one further away. don't have the pupils dead center!

include a little pink bit for the cornea to make the eyes more defined

work out what direction the eyelashes are going (they curl upwards more for people that aren't east asian, for example, vs the straighter lashes east asians tend to have) - use a slightly lighter colour than the character's haircolour and flick Gently. it depends what direction the eye is in, but for forward facing itll sorta follow/ lean into the curve of the eye and at the center be more upright. this will help combat the spider eyelash issue lol

uhhhhhh eyesocket area tends to be darker since more shadows are cast there, especially at the creases for doublelidded eyes. you can use a slight highlight on the curve of the eyelid to improve the contrast.

think about the dimensions of the surrounding area and how muscles and facial expressions will affect how they look - a furrowed brow will cast a deeper shadow and cause squinting, some smiles will also make squintier eyes, older characters might have crows feet or smile lines, someone who's tired will have deep shadows under the eyes etc, etc.

#ramblings #art tutorials #ish?

[ussrosalind]

@aaloniel (our DM) and I collaborated recently to make snofits/winter outfit tokens for the Runaway Royals party and some of their NPC friends. @aaloniel designed the outfits and provided the colors, the sketches and linework are my work, including our little crown frames. We've collaborated on snofits and anniversary tokens for @helloallec's Exiled campaign in the past, so it was delightful to work together for another set of characters.

Top Row:

Princess Agathe of Grad (NPC) and Coronet Indigo of Eska (meee)

Middle Row:

Princess Katina of Sura (@mcdevinpants) and Charis (NPC) and Kora (@rabbitminstrel)

Bottom Row:

Coronet Amino of the City of Smoke (NPC) and Prince Atama of the City of Smoke (@helloallec) and Coronet Wioletta of Eska (@tatianaluz)

#runaway royals campaigns #indigo ibarra #my art

[weird-addiction]

Can I request a jealous Asura from Onmyoji x reader ? Nsfw if you don’t mind ? Thank you!

Pairing: Asura x Male Reader

Genre : Smut at the end / Jealousy fluff

Warnings: non-con, Dom!Asura , Sub!M!reader, power play

A/n : I’m only comfortable with writing x Male reader smut so please bear with it me.

FEMS , WOMAN , MINORS , FETISHIZERS DNI!



Asura saw you hanging out with one of your other friends again, and he didn’t like it one bit. You were so dense that you would never realize your friend has a crush on you.

But Asura did know, and he did not like it. He walked over to you and your friend, the guy that was just talking happily was now shaking with fear.

“Y/n, let’s go.” He said sternly and dragged you away to your shared home. You said goodbye to your friend from over you shoulder, and run a bit to keep with Asura’s speed.

“ ‘Sura! Come on! What’s up? He was still talking to me.” You said back.

He stopped walking. “Don’t you see? He wants time with you.” He said calmly.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Asura sighs. “Your really that sense huh? Then let me spell it out for you.” The half celestial turns around and pins you to the wall.

“He has feelings for you. And I don’t him to take you away from me.” He then throws you over his shoulder and walks back to the house you both stayed in.

Throwing you on the bed. “Are you really that jealous? I kind of like it~”

“You asked for it.” Asura gets on top of you, smashes both of your lips together. Kissing you so deeply and passionately, his hand goes under your shirt and slowly tracing over your skin.

“Soft…” He breaks away saying before kissing you again. Without warning, he flips you over onto your stomach and pushes your head into the pillows. “I’m the one in charge. You don’t get to cum unless I tell you to. Got that?”

You stayed silent. “I expect an answer slut.”

“Yes! Please! Just do something!” You pleaded, finally breaking underneath him. “Good boy.”

——

“A-agn!! S-Slow down!! Plea-sAh!” You moaned out. Asura didn’t care as he continued to thrust into you, not having a single sight of slowing down.

“Yeah? You like that? Would you want your little friend to fuck you like this? Hm?!” He growled out. “I expect an answer.” You shivered at his tone, but it also turned you on.

“No! No, only you! Onl-ly your all-owed to f-fuck me like this!! Agnmm~!” Slurring the words that are coming out of your mouth.

Asura smirked at your answer, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. “Who owns you!?”

You can barely even see the room around you, tears dripped down your face blurring your vision. Throwing your head back and an arm over your eyes, moaning as you gripped the sheets under you like your life depended on it. “Y-You! Only You!”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

#🥀mukuro’s way #reader insert #fanfic #onmyoji #male reader #male y/n #onmyoji x y/n #onmyoji x reader #onmyoji asura #Asura x reader #Asura x male reader #male reader smut #x male reader smut #Onmyoji smut

[hiddenbeks]

what is your oc's core theme?

tagged by @gwynbleidd to do this quiz, thank you jackie!!

tagging @hibernationsuit @nokstella @ravensgard @yrlietlanaevyss @ehlnofaey @feitanportor @katsigian @rosykims don't remember who has done this recently so. as usual. no pressure if u don't feel like doing this!

doing this for the once iconic poe duo that has faded into obscurity because i've neglected them for so long! time for a sura & viv renaissance babeyy

sura - the leaver

"there is nothing for you here anymore. you are being rejected by this place. it repulses you, too - you have no desire to stay here. yet, some nostalgic thorn curls into your side and keeps you bound here. there is comfort in a hell you once called home. but it is time to go. no time to stall. if you wait too long, this place will swallow you whole. then, you will have no chance to leave. you need to go; you've been waiting so long. the door is open. all it waits for is your first step. your painting is "artist's death. the last friend" by zygmunt andrychiewicz."

vivinna vellico - the popular

"the attention of outsiders is like opium. at your heart and soul you produce and create and you thrive on the love it gathers from others. it is like taking your first steps as a baby, and hearing the cheers of thousands upon thousands of parents, encouraging you to move a little more, to step towards mother or father. but when the cheers fall silent, you are lost, aimless, a boat in a turbulent sea with no lighthouse to guide you. you are no longer taking steps. there is no voice calling out to you, signalling where to turn, and there is no encouragement. you want to take the steps but you cannot find any good reason to - not without everybody waiting at the end of your path. your painting is "the birth of venus" by sandro botticelli."

okay first of all i love how viv got the least common result. if she were real and the one taking this quiz she would be so proud of that 😌 anyway. both results are spot on and illustrate the differences between these two quite well! sura longs for connection and a place to call home but feels out of place no matter where she goes and thus continues to further isolate herself. vivinna on the other hand surrounds herself with people to entertain - she has many friends and acquaintances but no idea who she is without the attention of others.. hm.....

#tag games #ch: sura #ch: vivinna #listen sura used to be one of my dearest most precious ocs..... i talked abt her a Lot...... #vivinna too. she wasn't as big as sura and i still havent gotten around to playing poe with her lol but i had a lot to say abt her too!! #i love them. both white haired unwanted children who have similar issues but deal with them in very different ways.... #initially they do not understand each other at all but they become great friends and learn so much from each other..... #i've forgotten a lot abt sura and i've been meaning to rewrite her backstory but i haven't gotten around to that either. sigh #but for now just know that her life sucks and she's never had a place to truly call home. and the companions she meets in dyrwood #are the first real friends she's ever had in her life. ok.

[oathshxker]

hello my beebs, tis i, lyna (she/her, 25+, est) here with my beautiful brain child i am SO EXCITED FOR named sura. he's a noble in the fiendish courts (though he doesn't really wanna be) and takes delight in corrupting people's hearts and souls. his strategy is normally to appeal to the deadly sin someone is weak to and exploit it in hopes that when they die they go to hell and become infernal like him. he's quite evil, and i'm very excited to pen such a devilishly devious muse. below the cut is his bio, and i have some premade open plots for him here if you're interesed! please like this for plotting! i'll message you, or you can add me on discord: @plumboss!

⸺ ✧˖° Introducing the noble lord sura, a cunning DEVIL with a fondness of music and poetry. Their admirers endlessly praise them for their skills as a charismatic BARD & their work as the court of flames' INFERNAL ARCHIVIST. On the contrary; their rivals will warn you of their tendency to be manipulative and malicious. ⦁ faceclaim: park seonghwa, ateez . mun: lyna, she/her.

THE DEVIL IN ME

“⸺ ✧˖° 

NAME: [classified] NICKNAMES/ALIAS: sura GENDER: male PRONOUNS: he/him BIRTHDAY: unknown AGE: stopped counting after 300 SPECIES: fiend - devil  SEXUALITY: chaotic bisexual CURRENT LOCATION: jeosung, koryo OCCUPATION: nobleman and scholar of infernal history ETHNICITY: infernal NATIONALITY: koryaan RELIGION: demonic SOCIAL CLASS: nobility ADVENTURE CLASS: bard - college of whispers

FACECLAIM: ateez seonghwa EYE COLOR: red [when not glamoured] HAIR COLOR: black HAIR TYPE: straight BODY TYPE: lean athletic HEIGHT: 6’1” WEIGHT: 170 lbs SCENT: eau d’avernus TATTOOS: none PIERCINGS: ears and tongue SCARS: one long scar down the side of his neck, apparent scars around his horns from when they grew in

bullets:

born in avernus, was quickly summoned to jeosung by his family to avoid the blood war front lines 

was raised in jeosung as part of the nobility, with distant blood ties to one of the archdevils of the nine hells serving as his claim to his title

unlike some of his brothers, sisters and cousins, sura never took to any one skill that he was supremely proficient at, but was rather skilled in most things he tried, and therefore ended up training as a bard

he is proficient with many instruments, his favored instruments being the flute and the lute

can pretty much talk his way out of anything or convince people he is more capable than he actually is

chose the name ‘sura’ for himself as an alias to keep his real name a secret, though somewhere in the nine hells there exists half a stone tablet with part of his real name recorded on it in infernal. the other half is in his possession and locked away for safe keeping.

found himself enjoying his studies more than combat and spell casting, and so he decided to make a profession out of his learned knowledge and become a scholar and tutor

he began forming an archive of infernal texts he safeguards in his estate as part of his scholarly duties

he visits court, sure, but it’s a little dull for his tastes, though he does his best to make the most of it and have his fun, either through conversation or making a little impromptu performance

he uses his tutoring as a way to lure in potentials for becoming fiends, using his role as a mentor to influence human souls so that they might go to hell upon death and become devils themselves

his methods usually include pushing someone towards acting on the deadly sin they’re most guilty of and then appearing as an ally when their sinful acts blow up in their face

morals are clearly corrupt, his main goal is to avoid his name being discovered since he enjoys controlling others, rather than them controlling him

is more so guilty of apathy and boredom rather than selfishness, he toys with people to entertain himself more than anything

will always try to appear as a friend rather than a foe, this is his way

dresses in the finest, trendiest [and most revealing] clothing

he’s all about having fun really

#⸸ 𝖔𝖔𝖈 #a’ intro #⸸ 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖆

[fandom-space-princess]

a random OC ask for you: what is your OC's favorite memory?

also: if they were dropped in a random city for a day with a pouch full of gold/relevant currency and no obligations whatsoever, what would they be doing?

I only really have the one OC, for BG3. Her name is Sura Tav, and she is cursed (as in "by the gods," rather than in the traditional tumblr sense of the word). Despite being at all times one hard day away from committing arson, she is generally a sweet creature :) little bit of a nerdy weirdo, but aren't we all.

what is your OC's favorite memory?

Sura had an odd, strained childhood. Her parents died at her birth (they had no one to blame but themselves for this), and so she was raised by a sometimes-friend, sometimes-colleague of her father's, a curmudgeonly old tiefling named Tethos Tav. He was a mercenary and ranger; not really fatherly, but he did as well by her as he knew how to do. She referred to him as "Uncle," and grew up following him everywhere like an uncanny little shadow.

They didn't have much, and never stayed in one place for very long, so good times were few and far between. All her most cherished memories are of Tethos, of the lessons he taught her: how to hunt, how to track, how to move silently and swiftly through any forest or city street. In particular, she remembers her first lessons in the rites of animal speech. She remembers how he taught her to look beyond what she expected to see, to experience the world through the eyes of a creature unlike her and hold that vision in her mind without judgement. To understand a beast, he told her, you must know in your marrow that the only difference between you and it is perspective. She can no longer recall how old she was when he taught her this, but it was young enough that it fundamentally shaped how she saw the world as she grew.

if they were dropped in a random city for a day with a pouch full of gold/relevant currency and no obligations whatsoever, what would they be doing?

Eating, no question. She's had enough of being hungry for her entire life, thank you. She loves to find and try as many different kinds of food as possible. The less familiar to her, the better. Regional dishes or weird little street food stalls or the local tavern owner's family recipe for Everything Stew... she'll take a full plate and be back for seconds. You'd think no one had ever fed her before.

#thank you for the ask! i love talking about my favorite girl #bg3 #sura tav #asks #i guess technically i do have other ocs but they're all sura's family so

[thepassionof-joanharrow]

This is How We Walk on the Moon ~Chapter 1 | Matt Murdock x OFC

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OFC

Summary: Sura Harmon works for a nonprofit foundation in NYC and goes to Nelson and Murdock to find some lawyers for the foundation’s clients. Upon meeting Matt, he seems strangely familiar. Matt instantly recognizes Sura as someone he attempted to help while in his Daredevil suit just a week ago. As they continue to work together, Sura and Matt are drawn to each other more and more.

But little does Matt Murdock know that his new colleague Sura Harmon has just as many secrets as he does.

Warnings: Eventual smut, (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), swearing, discussion of trauma, death and mental illness, emotional angst, discussion of the blip/snap.  

Word Count: 2, 996

A/N: This is an ongoing series and will have many chapters! Mostly Sura’s POV but will probably have some chapters be in Matt’s POV.

Also, aside from the prologue, each chapter will have a song to go with it. I highly encourage you to listen to the song to give you the vibe for some of the scenes in that chapter!

Chapter 1:

  Kevin Morby – “Harlem River”

   It was mid-March and the air was still crisp. Sura’s chunky heels clacked on the pavement as she strode down Broadway.

 Just two more blocks and then I can turn right on 50th.

 She smiled up at the sun as she took a sip of her coffee. It was barely noticeable, but the sun was getting brighter and warmer. It felt like a balm after this past winter. The city was still grey and stiff and only just beginning to thaw, but the excitement of spring was here.

 A red plaid scarf flapped behind her as she turned a corner, a stark contrast to her long black everything-else. High waisted black slacks, calf-high black boots and long black coat. Underneath the coat she had a patterned black-and-white button-down blouse.  Lose the high heels and this was a standard winter city outfit for her. The boots were to inspire confidence in her and give others a sense of her ability.  Plus, she really liked the way they sounded.

 She could have transferred to another train to get closer to her destination, but she kind of wanted the walk. This meeting was very important and a walk in the sharp air of early spring would help to both soothe her nerves and steel her resolve.  Plus, Sura wanted to see more of New York. Her city. She always wanted to see more of her city these days.

 The disastrous incident in the alley by her house had been a week ago. Her bruises had only halfway faded, but some foundation mixed into her hand cream helped the rest disappear. She was finally done beating herself up about it though. It was an impulsive decision. If she was going to do that sort of thing the night before an important meeting, she needed to at least bring protection for her hands. 

 After Sura had realized that her hands would be sore and bruised for her meeting with Alexander Christopher Russell, she’d had to think up a quick and easy solution.  Thankfully her friend Luce had still been awake and Sura had arranged to pick up some fashionable gloves from her the next morning.

 Thank god for Luce and her massive wardrobe collection. She mused as she walked past a tall Catholic church on her right. 

 Luciana Del Real sourced wardrobe for TV and film production and was Sura’s best friend since they met at her café job while at college. And ever since Sura’s return, Luce was eager; sometimes overly so, to help her with anything she needed. 

 A couple blocks past the church and Sura had arrived at her destination. She took out her noise reducing ear buds as she looked up at the sign on the building. Nelson and Murdock.

 This is it. Here we go.

  She climbed the stairs, strode down a hallway and found the firm’s entrance. As she opened the door to the firm’s reception, a tall blonde woman looked up from the desk and smiled at her.

 “Hello, I’m here for a 10am meeting with Mr. Nelson and Mr. Murdock?” Sura said as she strode up to the desk.

 “Hi! Yes, I have you down right here,…Sura Harmon?”  The woman’s pale skin had a beautiful rosy tint to it and her blonde hair was long and slightly curled.

“Yes that’s me”

 “Hi Ms. Harmon, I’m Karen Page. Mr. Nelson is here but I’m afraid we are still waiting for Mr. Murdock to come in. Do you mind waiting for a little bit?”

“Not at all, thank you.” Sura smiled at Karen and sat down in a group of chairs to the left of the desk.

Five minutes later, she looked up to see a man walking into the room.   He was wearing a dark suit jacket over a white button-down shirt. A thin black tie lay over his chest, which seemed toned. He held a white cane in one hand and began to fold it up as she noticed his dark glasses.

 Oh, he’s blind.  He must be another client.

The man walked towards the receptionist’s desk: “Hey, sorry I’m late Karen, I know I have a meeting scheduled for 10am? I got caught up in something”

 Shit. Sura thought. He must be the other lawyer. Wow. Way for me to stereotype.

 Karen got up and walked over to her, “Yes, Matt, this is Sura Harmon. She’s with the Harmon-Brookes foundation.”

 Sura stood up as Matt came closer. “Hello Ms. Harmon, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Matt Murdock.”

 He held out his hand in the space between them.

 Oh, Murdock. So he is definitely the other lawyer.

 She reached out and grabbed his hand in hers. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you!” His grip was warm and friendly.

 “Thank you for coming here, we’re excited to hear about your foundation.”  Matt smiled at her.

 “Oh no, thank you for having me. The foundation is very excited to possibly work with your firm Mr. Murdock”

 As they released their handshake, Sura noticed that his smile froze. Just for a moment. Then it faltered. Just for a bit. Just in the corner. And for a moment, Matt Murdock wasn’t moving at all. He seemed to almost be in a trance. But then it broke, just a second later.

Karen didn’t seem to notice as she led the way into the meeting room saying: “If you’ll come in here Ms. Harmon, Foggy will be in with you all in just a moment. Would you like any tea or coffee?”

 “Yes, uh…shall we go in?” Matt beamed at her with just a hint of a pause at the beginning.

 “Yes, thank you. And I would love some tea Karen, thank you.” Sura replied as she followed Matt into the room.

 They headed towards opposite chairs at a long wooden table.  Karen brought in two cups of tea for the both of them and left the door ajar.

 She knew she shouldn’t stare at a blind person. But as he sat down and made himself comfortable in his chair, she realized that he seemed familiar and she couldn’t look away.

 “Didn’t expect to find a blind lawyer at this meeting Ms. Harmon?”

 His face seemed good natured, with wide lips and a kind of softened sharpness to it's features. A prominent nose and chin, but not overly so. Both had a somewhat delicate edge to them. His face was further softened by overgrown stubble that Sura could only amusingly think of as “scruffy”.  His skin was fair but his hair, brows and beard were a dark brown.

Interesting, Sura thought.

 His question jolted her out of the scan of his face.

 “What?…oh…no….” Sura felt appalled and tried to quickly save face.

 Matt chuckled an interruption. “Hey, its okay, I’m used to people being surprised. I could tell you were staring.”

 She felt terrible. “Oh I apologize…I was looking at you but not because you’re blind….”

 He sat up a little straighter “Oh?” He grinned a little.

 Sura went on “You actually look familiar to me. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I was just trying to figure out where I might have seen you before.”

 Matt stilled. When he didn’t respond after a beat, she asked “Have we met before?”

 Matt cleared his throat. “Uh,..no…Ms. Harmon, I don’t believe we have. Unfortunately I can’t say whether or not you look familiar.“ He gave a short chuckle and she did as well. “But you don’t seem familiar, no”.

 “Ah.” She ruminated for a moment. “Well maybe it will come to me later. Or maybe you just have one of those faces?”

 He laughed and smiled. “Maybe so.”

 She smiled at him. Too bad I don’t know him. He’s kind of cute.

 “It’s good to see you too Mr. Nelson, thank you for meeting with me!”

 Let’s change the subject, she thought. “So, Mr. Murdock, how long…”

She was interrupted by Foggy Nelson coming into the room. “Ms. Harmon! It’s good to see you again, thank you for coming in!”

 Sura had met Foggy briefly in the courthouse two weeks before and was happy to see a familiar face.

 But before they could continue catching up, Matt reached out a hand towards Foggy and said: “Uh, Foggy, can I speak with you for a moment?”

 Foggy looked at Sura, then back at Matt, a little uncertain.

 “Sure, yeah. Ms. Harmon, we’ll just be a moment.” He said as he stood back up out of the chair he had just sat down in.  Matt trailed after him out of the room.

 Sura could see them discussing something through the beveled glass separating the meeting room from the reception area. She couldn’t hear a thing though, and her heart started racing.

 Be as normal as possible you dingus. I don’t know what that was about…just…just act like it wasn’t about you. It probably wasn’t….right?

 Did I say something wrong to Matt Murdock? Was he immediately turned off by my staring? Have I ruined this meeting before its even began?

A million possible scenarios raced incoherently through her mind as she tried to look preoccupied with her phone.

 After another minute, Foggy and Matt re-entered the room.

“Sorry, Ms. Harmon.” Matt said “Personal matter that I forgot to inform him about.”

“Of course. Not a problem at all.” Sura smiled.

   “Alright so, Ms. Harmon, let’s discuss why you would like to work with us. We talked a little bit about it in court that day but I’d love for you to give us the whole spiel” Foggy said with a smile.

 “Yes, please tell us how Nelson and Murdock can help your foundation?” Matt added.

 Sura finished swallowing her sip of tea. “Yes, well, I won’t sugarcoat it. Harmon and Brookes is a bit of an unconventional foundation. And I had heard that Nelson and Murdock is a bit of an unconventional firm. So I thought we might be a good fit together.”

 Matt smiled at her and clasped his hands together on the desk. He seemed eager and curious.

 “And talking with Foggy here at court made me more intrigued.” Sura took another sip of tea.

 Foggy let out a whistle. Matt raised his eyebrows and his mouth opened a bit.

 She cleared her throat. “So here is what we do. We seek generous donations from wealthy New Yorkers and then use those funds to house, feed and care for New Yorkers in need. Anyone can come to us and apply for help, but we focus on those who are disabled, POC or part of the LGBTQIA community.  We try to help folks with anything they need. Most of the time, its funds to cover their rent, or finding them a place to live, paying their medical bills...or providing a reliable source of food, clothing and other necessities."

She paused a moment to asses the lawyer's faces. They were eagerly listening, so she continued. "We also help connect those who are in domestic violence situations to other organizations that can help them, and we even have a branch of our foundation that specializes in having a caregiver of sorts be with these people throughout the whole process of leaving their abuser. You know like, someone to provide moral support but also to be an extra person around, so they feel safer.”

 Matt said “That is…very impressive Ms. Harmon. Especially your efforts with victims of domestic violence”

 “Well, that part of our foundation is quite small at the moment. We are trying to grow it currently. We can’t do nearly as much as we want to unfortunately. But we are trying. It’s one of the projects I spearheaded after…” Sura trailed off for a moment. “...after I returned from my break.  I’m very proud of it, so uh, I apologize if I’m going on and on.”

 Matt said “No don’t apologize, this is obviously something that you are very passionate about. And it must be sorely needed, right?”

 “Oh yes, you have no idea. So many people,…when they try to leave,…they don’t know where to start. They have no money saved up and no family to turn to. They know the government has programs and shelters but…those can be scary and impersonal, especially if there are kids involved. And so many shelters don’t accept pets. Which is terrible.  We help them navigate the government systems if that’s what they choose to do but we make sure they have someone who truly cares about them to guide them through everything and make them feel less alone. And we make sure to keep the entire family together, including pets.”

 Matt opened his mouth into a wide small at Sura. “That’s so amazing Ms. Harmon. You should be very proud of what you are doing. Foggy, we are definitely working with this foundation.” He pointed a finger at her for emphasis.

Sura felt blood rush to her cheeks and she dipped her head. “Thank you Mr. Murdock. And I’m sorry I know I was rambling. I do that with things I’m passionate about. I can get right to brass tacks and tell you what I need your firm for.”

Matt brushed this aside “Hey, we love passionate people here, don’t we Foggy?”  He kept his head pointed in Sura’s direction.

If she didn’t know better, she’d think that now he was staring at her.

Foggy lifted his head from his notes “Hah, yes, we do indeed!”

 Sura took a breath and dove into what she came for. “Well, our foundation does have some lawyers on staff. But our budget has been running thin these days. We are trying to cut costs where we can while still providing as much help as we normally do. In fact we are trying to increase our numbers this year. Sometimes we need lawyers to represent our clients who are fighting their landlords in court to stay in their homes. Occasionally for other cases, like domestic abuse or silly drug charges. And I had heard that Foggy and Nelson was a company that often did work pro-bono, for those in need. Now we certainly are not going to ask you all to work for free. But if we could work out a deal, some kind of discount, we would love to hire you all for some of our legal cases. We’d be able to help more people in need without paying the crazy high prices of most of the best defense lawyers out there.  We simply can’t afford them and can barely keep the ones that we do have on staff.”

 “So you’ll settle for the second best defense lawyers?” Matt smirked at her.

 She smirked back. “Haha, oh no. See notice I said most. You and your partner here, Mr. Murdock, you are the best.” Sura looked into his eyes, or where she thought they were behind his dark glasses. She briefly wondered if his eyes were dark too.

 “I’d heard a couple things about your firm. But when I ran into Mr. Nelson in the courthouse I did some more research.  I know what you did with Fisk. I read about your other cases. Even the small ones. The ones no one else cares about. You are a perfect fit for us.”

 Matt raised an eyebrow at her. His smile grew on one side of his face. He cocked his head. Sura swore that he seemed to be studying the silence following Sura’s words, or her or, something. 

 Then he smiled fully and said “Well that is quite the compliment Ms. Harmon. And we don’t take that lightly. We uh, did some research on your foundation as well.” 

 At this, Foggy handed Matt a sheet of paper with the raised bumps all over it. Matt skimmed his hands over it as he read out loud their statistics from last year, then the past five years, then the past decade.

“Harmon and Brookes is very impressive.” He concluded. “You’ve helped a lot of people. You’ve changed a lot of lives.”

Sura smiled. Big, wide, happy. “Yes. That’s our goal. That’s why we do this.”

Matt returned her smile, just as big, just as happy. “Then I think that settles it. We’d love to work with you all.”

   On her walk home to her apartment farther south in Hell’s Kitchen, Sura breathed several huge sighs of relief. She felt drained and was glad that she had nothing else to do today. Social situations always drained her and she tried to incorporate some recovery time into her schedule as best she could. But important meetings for work were especially taxing. She always had to make sure she said the right things, looked in the right eyes, even monitored her body language.   Some meetings were easier than others.

It had been very important for this one to go well because the foundation desperately needed new lawyers and they were also on a razor thin budget.

 As Sura thought back to how the meeting had gone, she smiled. It had certainly started out more intense but as it proceeded she had felt more and more comfortable and at ease. Karen seemed so lovely and friendly. And Foggy was just as pleasant as he had been at court and in their email correspondence. Matt; well, she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew him from somewhere.  But he gave her a comfortable feeling as well.  They all seemed way more understanding and friendly than the hundreds of other lawyers she had met in NYC.

 She put in her headphones and selected a track on Spotify that always made her happy and wistful. She was feeling hopeful and wanted this feeling to last.

 Interesting bunch, a little odd definitely. She thought. Well that works just fine for my oddball ass.

“Harlem River talk to me

Where are we headed now?

Harlem River I’m in love, love, love, love

All because of you.

 In my pearl and my diamond shoes

I climbed a cloud, now I stole the moon

Harlem River

All because of you"

 As the music coursed through her body, Sura bounced down the sidewalk towards her apartment, practically floating.

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[autistic-sidestep]

1, 11, 24, and 32 for suranga? 😳

thank!

1. what is their secret identity? do they have any nicknames? what is the meaning behind them?

(ngl the secret identity question is confusing so i’ll go to nicknames) off the top of my head, sides and sidey (barely tolerated from ortega, allowed from themmy) while in the sidestep suit, , probably bug-eyes by other heroes/vigilantes when they’ve teamed up cos the sidestep mask is a bit unsettling. he has the tendency to stare intently at people w/o realizing which themmy’s briefly teased him about.

With steel and sentinel and sunstream it was either sidestep or on last name basis only, but sura is a shortening of his name, just as he does for ricardo into ric (ortega proposed ranga and suranga immediately retaliated with ‘ricky’). they do alternate with using last names for eachother sometimes.

11. are they more self-serving or more focused on others’ needs?

i'd say self serving but he's also more focused on others' needs than he'd like to admit? it’s part of the reason he minimized casualties at the gala, and ended up rescuing the staff at the mansion, and also took the hit for the civilian against blaze. he liked being helpful in his sidestep days, (partly why he ended up begrudgingly agreeing to train herald, and to offer to help ortega with his hg stuff, and also reconditioning spoon, though chen doesn’t know that) and in spite of having a past self rivalry and trying to distance himself from his old hero persona, he's still in the habit of caring way too much about other people even when it gets him into trouble/complicates things more.

24. how do they typically come across to strangers? to friends? do they frequently use their telepathy to influence others’ perceptions of them?

To strangers, unassuming/forgettable and not worth bothering, with a little bit of telepathic nudging to drive the point further. his cane can kind of help with that too, which he uses to his advantage. he's noticed people with mobility aids are less paid attention to/ignored (iirc sidestep does say something similar in text about their scars too), which is one of the reasons he started using it after a lot of debate (amongst others). ofc there's the trade-off of having to deal with the brief pitying looks/gawking, which is annoying, but dealable with, either with telepathy or just ignoring it depending on the day. If he really has to maintain a conversation with an acquaintance, then he can do enough conversation and banter to feel natural (with some help from telepathic nudging) and then wrap it up without coming across as outright rude. There’s exceptions like with marcia where he can’t find an easy excuse to leave, but he also finds himself enjoying it - that’s how he accidentally ended up befriending rosie as carmen/the puppet.

with friends, he’s a lot more caustic and deadpans a lot, but that's actually a sign he likes them, rather than feeling the need to be polite. If he shows affection it’ll usually be followed up with insult or something else to maintain the cool facade (exuding ‘whatever i don’t care’ energy but he cares so much he’s going to explode and doesn’t know how else to deal with it).

32. do they favor forceful mind control or subtle manipulations?

Subtle manip all the way! Gentle touches are better for maintaining his cover, and it’s a method he’s more used to from his Farm infiltration days and as Sidestep. That, and the advantages to not being a known telepath as Argos means it’s that much easier to get the drop on someone with his powers if no one knows he has them. With forceful telepathy, he’s not fully confident in his control - something unintended might happen if he doesn’t use enough restraint, like potentially frying someone’s brain. It’s a similar reason why he picked telepathy boosts to make sure he’s got a handle on the nanovores. Dominating someone’s consciousness feels too much like how Heartbreak controlled him, and he’d rather avoid it if he has to, so if he does have to possess someone, he makes sure it’s as quick a process as possible.

#oc: suranga fernando #ramblings #im honestly realizing as im doing these asks that my stats for him are completely off lol i gotta do another replay

[jenli-leleesss]

❝ Song Prompts ❞

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1. Phases by PRETTYMUCH - “I’ll practice my patience while you’re getting wasted, til fate brings you home, I’ll wait through your phases, you’ll shuffle through faces like songs in your playlist…”

2. That’s How You Like It by Beyoncé - “The way you smile, I like the way you are, the way you ain’t, I like your honesty, integrity, it levels me, so please don’t ever change…”

3. The Butterfly Effect by Ryan Hemsworth - “I let down my walls, if we both fall it’s the butterfly effect”

4. I’ll Be Your Mirror by Velvet Underground - “I find it hard, to believe you don’t know the beauty you are, but if you don’t, let me be your eyes. A hand to your darkness, so you wont be afraid.”

5. Peach by Kevin Abstract - “I’m not the type to tell my homies about ya. . . If you tell me to, I’ll try to make it all not as hard, if you let me through, I ain’t sign up for no bullshit.”

6. D.T.M by Hope Tala - “You pulled me under, I want to let you go, I told you that we lost our way, too broken to bend, said we could still be friends.”

7. Act Up by Terry Presume - “I wont be the reason why your heart broke, even though my love is icy.”

8. Losing Focus by THEY. - “I’m losin’ focus, now my friends are askin’ what’s wrong, girl, we been together so long, gotta get this under control, you got me losing my focus, don’t know what you do to me, I’m slowly losing my passion for all the important things.”

9. Nothing Has Changed by The Polar Boys - “Even when I’m old and blue, I’ll think about my time with you, just break the clock and make it stop, I miss it when we talk a lot.”

10. Way Too Long by Nathan Dawe - “Been way too long, since you’ve been gone, it’s been way too long, come see me, please.”

11. Dark Red by Steve Lacy - “Don’t you give me up, please don’t give up, honey, I belong with you, and only you, baby.”

12. Losing You by Solange - “I know you’re waiting for the worst that you can get from me, just treat me good and baby I’ll give you the rest of me.”

13. Vibration by Fireboy DML - “I love the way you move it, I can feel the vibration, of your body moving.”

14. Bad by Wale & Rihanna - “Is it bad that, I never made love, no, I never did it. I’ll be your bad girl. ‘Cause I have some issues, I won’t commit.”

15. wdubi by Baro Sura - “All i got is you, and you are all I need, and tell me all your secrets, what do you believe in?”

16. Moody by maye - “You do me, when I’m feelin’ moody, we don’t say excuse me when we fight, you seduce me, when I’m feelin’ moody, you know how to do it, just right.”

17. emiliana by CKay - “I be on my business, shawty, but you be on my mind shawty. Kiss me through the cellular, kiss me through the phone. Can’t you see I’m into ya? Can’t you see I’m in love?”

18. What I Know Now by THEY. - “I’ve been numb for so long, wanna feel something. Look in the mirror, I don’t like who I’m becoming. I don’t know my place, I done lost my way, think that I wont break. Nobody really knows how I keep it all inside, this feelings gettin’ old now.”

19. Primetime by Janelle Monáe - “When you’re down and it’s hard, and you feel like you’ve given your all. Baby, our love will always keep it real and true. ‘Cause, baby, it’s a primetime for our love, and heaven is bettin’ on us.”

20. Need Your Love by Curtis Harding - “I feel so blue, without you, girl, I need your love. That’s why I’m down, you’re not around now, I need your love.”

21. Calm Down by Rema & Selena Gomez - “Yeah, I know I look shy but for you I get down. Dance with me and take the lead now, lead now.”

22. ALL I KNOW by Gia Woods - “Even when you fall in love completely, times can get harder. When something isn’t going sweetly, we’ll take it on together. When life asks a million questions, we’ll find the answers.”

23. Femme Fatale by Velvet Underground - “Here she comes, you better watch your step. She’s going to break your heart in two, it’s true. She’s going to smile to make you frown. Little boy, she’s from the street, before you start you’re already beat. ‘Cause everybody knows, she’s a femme fatale.”

24. Sweet Dreams by Beyoncé - “You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare, either way I don’t wanna wake up from you.”

25. Don’t Dream It’s Over by Lauren Daigle - “They come, they come, to build a wall between us, we know they wont win. Don’t let them win…”

26. Broken by THEY. - “We fall in love, you does the most, but I question it all ‘cause I’m still broken, he gets tired, then he leaves, then I cry, better being friends to avoid the pain, I say I’m okay I’m not.”

27. Warm by Dre’es - “Moving fast but I wanna go faster, little afraid it’ll be a disaster. But I know I don’t wanna crash without you. You’re the one that makes me come alive.”

28. This Tornado Loves You by Neko Case - “This tornado loves you, this tornado loves you, what will make you believe me?”

29. When R U Coming Home by Anna of the North - “I heard you met somebody new, but boy you know she’s not for you. I can picture you now, easy riding in your car, with the windows down low. Wonderin’ if you’re near or far? Are you still playin’ our song? You are my only one, so when are you comin’ home?”

30. Until I Found You by Stephen Sanchez - “I want you in my arms, oh, let me hold ya, I’ll never let you go again like I did, oh, I used to say, ‘I would never fall in love again, until I found her.’ I said ‘I would never fall unless you I fall in to.’”

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send one of the prompts in for a little blurb . . . ⭒

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[babylearners]

Stories for Kids - Little Sura and Friends - Shark, Dolphin and Friends

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[summahsunlight]

The Light of a Thousand Stars, CH. 4

Rating: T

Word Count: 1948

Pairing: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Summary: Commander Dameron and Black Squadron’s continued search for Lor San Tekka brings them closer and closer to danger and exposing the First Order as a sinister threat. A new pilot on the team threatens their tight dynamic and although Poe is trying to desperately keep them together, he knows that at some point Evelyn and Kaleb are going to have to go their separate ways–to find their father and bring him back to the Resistance. Sequel to We Belong to the Stars.

Here is chapter 4! Comments, likes, reblogs are always appreciated

Leia had to push her worries about Evelyn's emotional state at the moment; they had other matters to attend too. If she could, she would order her niece to go home and rest for a few days--but sending Evelyn to Yavin IV would only trigger more nightmares, more anxiety--it would do more harm than good. If she had too, she could slap Poe around a bit and remind him to stop charming every person he met.

Although, that seemed unlikely to happen. Poe was just naturally charming.

Stepping into the briefing room, Leia's eyes were immediately drawn to the handsome charmer. Right now, she noticed that he wasn't smiling. It was obvious that his friend's betrayal of him was still weighing heavily on his mind. And perhaps some worry for how Evelyn was feeling, given he'd seen her storm out of the mess hall. His eyes questioned if Leia had spoken to her; Leia smiled, "She's fine. Give her some space and some time to calm down a little; we both know that if you approach too soon to fix anything it might just make her angrier."

Kaleb chuckled. "She's jealous and in denial that she is. Apparently, she thinks she's above jealousy."

Poe looked surprised. "Evelyn?" He was usually the one that got jealous; she was usually the one that was level headed, calm. "She's jealous? Of Sura?"

"Force, you're oblivious, Dameron."

:"Why would she be jealous?"

"Oh, I don't know, because you kinda liked Suralinda flirting with you."

"What? No I didn't!"

Leia chuckled to herself; her nephew was right, Poe could really be oblivious at times. She cleared her throat. "Can we get back on track here? We just got word on a possible sighting of your father."

Kaleb blinked, shocked. No one had heard from his father in years; Black Squadron is trying to track down a map to find him, for kriffs sake. Had Luke finally come out of hiding? "Where?" he asked, almost skeptically.

Poe shifted, noticing his friend's uneasiness. No one had seen or heard from Luke and if he had come out of hiding, Poe could understand why not contacting his children would sting for Kaleb. Surely, if Luke was returning he would reach out to Kaleb and Evelyn. "Are we sure this is legit?" he inquired.

"No," Leia said with a shake of her head. "But if it is him, I think you and Evelyn should go check it out, Kaleb."

"Evie isn't going to want to go," Kaleb replied, tightly. "She's angry at him for just leaving us."

"Do you want me to talk to her?" Poe offered.

"She's angry at you too right now; how are you going to convince her?"

"I have my ways."

Kaleb glared at him. "I don't want to hear about your ways of getting my sister to do stuff."

Poe mirrored his look. "Do you want her to go with you or not?"

Leia rolled her eyes; they could argue all day and she knew that the Resistance didn't have a lot of time to figure this out. "If we want Evelyn to go--I will be the one to talk to her. I don't need either one of you making here angrier than she already is."

"What if she doesn't want to go, Aunt Leia?" Kaleb asked.

"The flirt here will go with you," Leia responded with a smirk.

"I'm not sure you actually told us where anyone is going yet," Poe pointed out.

"Jedha."

"Jedha? Why there?"

Kaleb let out a slow breath. "It was the first testing sight for the Death Star, as well as one of the rumored places to have an ancient Jedi Temple. My mother always believed that the temple was destroyed when the Empire fire upon Jedha City. It's nothing but a cater now."

Leia nodded in agreement. "Intel suggested it was; however, this would be a logical place for your father to travel. If he is looking for answers like he claimed, and those ancient Jedi artifacts and texts might still be intact--I think this is worth checking out, Kaleb."

Poe could tell that Kaleb was feeling uneasy; it could be trap set by the First Order, but if it wasn't..."She's right, you know," the pilot said, firmly.

"Yeah. I know. Just...convincing Evie...that's going to be difficult."

"I'm still offering to try."

"Why don't you just start with getting her to come see me, Commander?"

"Yes, ma'am," Poe said, before slipping out of the briefing room and heading out onto the base to locate Evelyn.

After the briefing, Poe found Evelyn on the flight pad. "Still angry at me?" he questioned, a slight twinkle in his eye. When she didn't say a word, Poe leaned against her fighter. "I saw you storm out of the mess hall earlier. Either you were angry at me or your brother; I'm gonna play it on the safe side and say it's me."

Evelyn tossed him a sideways look. Judging by the way Poe was acting, she knew that Kaleb had already informed him of what she'd done in the mess hall at lunch. "He was annoying me," she answered, honestly.

Poe crossed his arms over his chest. "About me?" he guessed, that sparkle still in his eyes.

"What did Kaleb say to you?"

"Nothing."

"Liar. I don't believe you."

He pushed off of her fighter and took a step closer to her. "It seems that someone is jealous," Poe stated, silently laughing. "I don't know why she would be jealous because I think it's absolutely crazy that she would think I would have eyes for anyone else."

She glared at him even though she wasn't that angry. If she gave him an inch though, she knew he would walk all over. As it was, he was grinning ear to ear at her. "Be careful," Evelyn responded, sternly, "or she might go look for someone else."

Poe chuckled, one hand lazily reaching for hers and grasping it. He massaged her fingers between his own as his free hand came up to cup her face. "You have nothing to worry about, princess; I thought you knew that. By the time I met Sura, I was already hopelessly in love with you--I just hadn't worked the courage up to tell you."

Evelyn adverted looking into his deep brown eyes, out of embarrassment because he was right--she did have nothing to worry about. "It's not you I'm worried about--it's her. I don't like how she just flirts with you with me standing right there, and you don't have to enjoy it, you know."

"Did you know you're kinda adorable when you're jealous?" he asked, kissing her, tenderly.

"I'm serious!" she gasped, even as he leaned in for another kiss. "Poe!"

"C'mon, Evie--it meant nothing. And I stand by what I said--you're adorable when jealous."

"You better remember this moment the next time you get jealous."

He grew serious, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I make no promises."

She jokingly scoffed and pushed him away. "Can I get back to work?"

"Not on your fighter, you aunt wants to see you."

"What for? A mission?"

"Yeah... you could say that."

Evelyn peered at him, curiously. She wondered why he was being so secretive. If this was a mission for Black Squadron he would just come out and tell her what the mission was. She thought about opening up to the Force to probe him, but knew how much he hated that, and frankly, she wasn't sure she had the energy to accomplish that. "What's going on Poe? Why can't you just tell me if Aunt Leia wants me to go on a mission or not?"

Poe pursed his lips, glancing over the tarmac and the line of star fighters before glancing, tentatively, back at her. "Because, it has to do with your father--your aunt, myself, and Kaleb all know what a... delicate subject that is with you."

She paused for a moment. "This have something to do with the map?"

He shook his head. "No. Your father was sighted on Jedha."

A dozen different emotions flashed through her blue eyes; she wrung her wrists and for a brief second Poe was certain that she was going to burst into tears. Evelyn took a deep breath instead. "The Jedi Temple?" she guessed, in a whisper soft voice.

"It's what your brother is speculating."

"Aunt Leia wants Kaleb and I to go, doesn't she?"

"She does; if he's there she hopes you can convince him to come back with you."

Evelyn scoffed. "I couldn't convince him to stay five years ago after my mother died. I highly doubt I can convince him now."

Poe chose his words, carefully. "Things have changed since then, Evie. You know the Resistance needs his help."

"So I should go across the galaxy to beg a man who abandoned me to help?"

"Well...when you put it that way...it doesn't sound like such a great idea."

"No, it doesn't does it?"

"I know it hurt when he left...but don't we have to try?"

She knew that he was right; she hated that he was right. Evelyn pushed the tears back, leaving the unspoken between them--what if Luke didn't want to come back? Could Kaleb and Evelyn handle being abandoned by their father again? "Fine," she snapped, "I'll go see my aunt, but I'm not making any promises that I'm going with Kaleb."

At this point, Poe knew that was the best he was going to get from her. It was going to be up to Leia and Kaleb to convince Evelyn to go on the mission. "If it makes you feel better--Black Squadron will be stuck here while you're gone."

Evelyn looked at him, puzzled. "How is that supposed to make me feel better?"

Poe smiled, coyly. "We'll be here, bored. Never a good thing when you have a bunch of bored pilots around."

"My aunt has sent you out on missions without me, Poe."

"I'm just trying to help here, princess."

She sighed and stepped towards him, softly planting a kiss on his cheek. "I know. Thank you."

He caressed her cheek with a calloused hand. Suddenly, he flashed back to her standing on that flight pad, hope filling her eyes for a brief second as she thought he was joining her and the Resistance. The devastation written on her face as he walked away still haunted him; how he had abandoned her weeks after Luke left, weeks after Sela had died, that would haunt Poe for the rest of his life. "Evelyn, I know this is hard for you. I wasn't here the last time; I am now."

Taking a calming breath, she knew that Poe was trying to make up for what happened five years ago--when he chose the Republic over her. At the time, she thought she couldn't possibly hurt anymore as she watched him walk away. She had been wrong; the months and years that followed without any contact from either her father or Poe had hurt so much more. "You came back on your own, Poe," Evelyn reminded him. "I didn't have to go looking for you or chase down a map to find you."

Stepping back, Poe held his hand out to her. "Come on," he said, taking her hand in his own. "Your aunt is waiting for you."  Together they walked towards the command center; Poe might not be able to go with her and Kaleb to help them on their mission to find their father--but he could at least walk Evelyn to her briefing and support her.

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[ramrodd]

What is Alfred North Whitehead’s process and reality to the development of man and society?

Process theology

COMMENTARY

In service of full disclosure, I more or less accept Alfred North Whitehead’s version of process theology, root and branch, the singular differences being that I have his intellectual history available to me that he didn’t have, and, 2, I am not a philosopher because I have absolutely not doubt regarding the existence of The One as described in Genesis 1:1 and elaborated on in Revelation 4:2, I was given a vision precisely like John the Revelator except for linguistical nuance. The difference being that my vision was an awful experience in a Fear of the Lord kind of way missing in the literature. and narrative.

The difference between Whitehead’s version of process theology and my version of theology is the difference between VFR and IFR in aviation, combination/fusion of Celestial Navigation of Naval aviators and GPS as a it plays out in real time. Go read The Little Prince. This was written by a French aviator who was flying when Lingurgh was pioneering air mail routs through the Rockies before we could fly over them. The stars at night are big and bright away from any light pollution from the ground. He had done a lot of seat-of-the-pants flying to have lived as long as he did. If you want to understand why Bergson’s epistemology is my favorite epistemology, read The Little Prince.

And that’s the nature of paradox, which is the fountain of living waters Jesus describes that turns on the Samaritan Woman at the Well. who was hoping to get laid while she drew some water when she spotted the gang of Jews on their way home from Jerusalem preparing to raid the market place for rations, moving forward. The Samaritans kept their Judaism very pure, drawing their entire moral sustenance from the Torah. They wanted nothing to do with the Talmud, which was progressive apostasy devolving to the Judaism permitted in Babylon. Like Pope Benedict in East Germany. The Samaritans wanted nothing to do with the intricate inquiry into the mechanics of godliness by legislation of 613 Laws. From the perspective of process theology, an essential message of Jesus, the Law Maker, is” Keep It Sim;;e Jesus adds a word and a codicil to the Shema and discards 612 redundant laws. As Hillel explicated Judaism for his neighbors, the Samaritans, that which is hateful to you, do not to others: the rest is all commentary.

The Samaritans didn’t want spiritual toxins from Babylon to pollute their worship of the Torah. I mean, they were the Amish of Orthodox Jews, BUT, they probably encouraged the same pilgrims coming direct from the constant Festivals in celebration of Yaweh, they, the Samaritans benefited as a community from both the commerce and the glow the pilgrims were bringing back from the festival, itself. The Samaritans assumed the crowds going to Jerusalem were foreign invader but the crowds coming back from Jerusalem were effectively ritually clean from the springs of Jerusalem.

Beginning in John 4, John Mark is a 14 year old friend of Jesus’s mother who travels with Team Jesus as basically the bat boy. John Mark is in the thralls of a one-sided bromance with Jesus. Everything that happens in Mark 6 is expanded in John 4, 5, 6,, the feeding of the 5000. Numerology is very important in process theology: the 19 in Sura 74:30 “Above it is nineteen” is the clearest portrait of the mind of The ONE in literature. In the numerology I employ, 19 is the Alpha and Omega of number The “5ness” pf the number has a military significance. This is where the Masonic narrative is woven into the scriptures. The Gospel of John is written from the perspective of Kabbalah as a performing art. He doesn’t understand what is going on between Jesus and the Samaritan Woman but his journalism is sublime. What he really captures is the elegance of a conversation with Jesus.

This is incredibly graceful literature. You could story board this line by line and shoot it in a single take and nothing else is needed. Have Sophia Loren playing the Samaritan Woman and Omar Sharrif as Jesus and Sal Mineo from Exodus as John Mark. Among other things, it is clear that this is a deliberate allusion to Tamar and Judah, with Gal Gadot as Tamar and Saddam Hussein as Judah. Judah was holding out on her dowry and a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.

So, the process theology version of the Gospel of John is that Sophia Loren comes out all fat and sassy and looking for love. There is an apparent sexual connotation to the water jug that is lost on me but was like “Fuck Me Now” pumps of 1st century Palestine, universally. And Jesus has hurried to get to Jacob’s Well for this particular assignation. He knew if He showed up in town, she’d come looking to get laid to Him. The lesson from Abram and Sarai is that polyandry is a superior cultural norm than polygamy which kept the Samaritan gene pools healthy since at least after Babylon.

See, the thing is, John Mark is always looking for signs of Jesus’ divinity, but he only saw 7 he could name. Jesus was casting a far wider net than what is captured in all the New Testament. If you want to see process theology in action, consider the maniac in Mark 5 and the Samaritan Woman, who is made pregnant by the identical process as Jesus’s mother. Her pregnancy will begin to show by the feeding of the 5000 and the 4000 who Jesus feeds that John Mark does not witness are the Gentiles generated by the mania and the Samaritan women.

And, of course, this is where Hegel comes in handy.

Process theology emerges out of chaos. The essences of process theology is captured in this quote from the Wikipedia article, to wit

For both Whitehead and Hartshorne, it is an essential attribute of God to affect and be affected by temporal processes,

I’m not trying to argue its validity: i’m demonstrating it for fun and profit, or in the line of duty. this stuff is useless to me if I am the only one doing it. Process Theology is one way to develop a systematic relationship with the Holy Spirit as part of the Liberation Gospel of Pope Francis.

I’m not Catholic. Unlike Whitehead, I doubt not regarding the God Hypothesis. In the final analysis, it all comes down to seat-of-the-pants spiritual navigation, but process theology expands the inventory of solutions infinitely.

[tneql]

With the development of the innovative picture box technology comes new growth for the Trelin Direct... magazines!

Previously the leading manager of A.R.C. (the Airmail Relocation Centre), Sura Wordweaver now takes over as Editor-In-Chief of the company, leading the Direct in it's exciting expansion.

Deaf from birth, Sura grew up in the large trading city of Frontier with her mother, a modestly succesful novelist and historian. Her childhood was spent reading and writing countless wild and imaginative stories about mythical far away lands, full of whinsy and adventure.

At the age of 10, she began to manifest an exceptionally unique Essense ability; she could manifest written words in the air - and on any physical surface - simply by thinking them!

Encouraged by her mother to always embrace who she was, Sura used her special talent and vibrant imagination to become a successful novelist of her own as an adult. Her true passion lay in journalism however; her "word weaving" meant that she could express her passionate opinions in writing faster than most could speak or transcribe them.

She joined the Trelin Direct during its formative years a decade ago, alongside her childhood friends Eleni Geni and Toro Bonto. With Toro off exploring the world with his fancy new Picture Capture Box, Sura has dutifully taken charge of the publication as its newest Editor-In-Chief.

Check in with her at the Trelin Direct headquarters in Hubante should you ever need some information about the latest major happenings and events on the continent - very little ever escapes the Silent Lady's attention.

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[hykuluv512]

Seven years after making a choice that cost him his lifelong friends, Akaashi Keiji is a lonely artist with only one friend to his name. An unexpected opportunity presents itself, leading him back to his brothers and giving him the courage to open his heart. When the guarded artist meets Yamaguchi Tadashi, a brilliant grad student who is so different from himself, he doesn't know what hit him. Yamaguchi is adventurous, someone who attracts friends easily, and lives to the fullest. All Akaashi knows is he doesn't ever want it to end. But you don't always get what you want and even if you do, it'll cost you.

Wattpad: They Can't Hurt You Now

Mature Audience

All rights reserved

The characters and art are not mine but the storyline is. All credit to the rightful owners.

CW: Sexuality/language/MCD/drugs/alcohol/depression/love

Part 1 Present Day- Kei & Amanai

Hey, we're gonna be late." Amanai called out from the bathroom as she applied her mascara.

"Yeah, I just came to tell you the same thing." Kei was leaned up against the door staring, his mouth agape, at his wife.

She glanced at him and he slowly walked behind her and smoothed her long hair off to the side, placing soft kisses along her neck.

He looked totally hot in his blue suit with the top buttons undone and his tie hanging loosely.

"We have a little time," he said with a smile and she nudged him towards the bedroom.

"We're gonna be late." A naughty look in her eye and a touch of a smile on her lips as she began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

His gray top fell to the floor and her dress pooled at her feet leaving her standing in just her heels, her strapless bra and lacy panties.

"Yeah, yeah we are." He agreed as he pressed her back against the bed and slipped a finger into her lacy fabric.

He pulled her on top of him and she felt him harden in her hands as she reached between them.

"You are an incredibly sexy woman," he looked at her like she was a mythical creature.

"You're not so bad yourself, Tsukki."

She smiled, feeling grateful that he still felt as wild about her as she did about him.

He could feel that she was ready and pushed through as she gasped.

He loved that she still made these sexy sounds and let him know she was having a good time.

He knew he was rushing but they really were in a hurry.

"I love you, Ama," He cried out as he came.

Tightly she held onto his shoulders as the aftershocks passed over her body.

Hovering above her with a sexy smile he met her eyes.

"What?" She asked, feeling a little self-conscious as she pulled the covers over them.

He tugged the covers down and shook his head.

"You're just so fucking beautiful when you come," he declared and leaned down to kiss her, stopping when he saw that naughty gleam flash in her eyes again.

"Oh, you're so cute. You think you made me come," she laughed and put a hand against his chest as he crushed her playfully.

He turned her face towards his own, trying to decide if she was kidding, "You didn't?!?"

She laughed and kissed him, "Of course I did but I had to bring you down a notch. You looked way too satisfied with yourself." She bit his lip.

"Bitch," He laughed and pressed himself into her once more.

"What are you doing?" Her eyes widened in surprise, she asked, as he moved inside her.

"I can go a little longer," it was his turn to give her a naughty look.

"We're really late!" She shrieked and laughed.

"Not my fault. You shouldn't have said that, 'cause now I gotta make sure."

He added a couple of fingers and she closed her eyes and rode the wave of ecstacy he was bringing her.

When they were done they held each other for a short time before she frantically jumped up and said, "We gotta go! Now!"

They both dressed quickly, stealing kisses between laughs, as they heard their phones buzzing. She showed Kei the texts from Sura.

[Sura] "The hell is taking you so long?"

[Sura] "Oh my god, you guys! Are you coming or what?"

[Sura] "Wait don't answer that!" That one made Amanai laugh.

[Amanai] "Settle down, we're stuck in traffic. Fifteen minutes, tops!"

Kei looked at her like she was crazy, "It's gonna be like forty-five minutes, babe!"

"Don't blame me!" She grabbed her bag and ran out the door.

On the way to the wedding, they laughed and kissed at every stoplight.

Finally, they'd made it, just in time.

He took his place next to Kenma and flashed a sheepish smile.

"Seriously?" Kenma shook his head, annoyed.

"What? Traffic." Kei said with a low chuckle and looked at Amanai who was getting chewed out by Sura,

The couple caught each other's eyes and burst out laughing.

"Well did you at least remember to bring the rings?" Kenma asked, still annoyed.

Kei patted his pocket, "Yes! I'm not an idiot."

He rolled his eyes and smiled down at one of his favorite people.

"Yes, you are." Kenma smiled and nudged him.

"You nervous? You seem a little cranky." Kei asked sarcastically.

Remembering to be annoyed, Kenma said, "No, I just thought you would be here two hours ago like everyone else for photos, now we have to take them after."

"Sorry."

"Oh it's okay but you're gonna pay the photographer for the extra time." Kenma gave him a little shove. Nevermind that Kenma's own company was handling all of the photography, lights and sound.

Kei apologized and looked towards the end of the hall after hearing a commotion.

Just in time to catch a glimpse of Yachi adjusting a tiny sparkly tiara, smiling brightly at Sura and Amanai who helped her with her train and flowers.

She looked gorgeous and excited.

"You ready to do this?" Bokuto's eyes sparkled as he reached a hand out to first to Kenma, then to Kei.

Kuroo, the best man, stood on the other side of Kenma with a huge smile on his face.

"He's just worried about the wedding night," Kuroo quipped and Bokuto rewarded him with a big laugh.

The music started and Kenma looked at his friends, so thankful that they had his back on such a big day.

Kuroo was so glad that Kenma didn't hide his smile for once.

He let everyone see how proud and happy he was as the procession began and he could finally see his beautiful bride.

But Kuroo's heart hurt as he was acutely aware of the one who was missing.

It was the fourth wedding their former friend had missed.

He's missed everything, Kuroo thought with a sigh.

He set that thought aside when he saw his beautiful Sura make her way up the aisle to take her place beside Yachi, the bride, and watched the ever-graceful Amanai join them.

Sura blew him a kiss and he beamed at her.

Kenma took a step down when Yachi reached him and held her hand.

He leaned down to whisper softly in her ear and she giggled. He lifted her hand up to his heart and told her she looked radiant.

Bokuto's eyes sparkled with tears, he was so happy that he was here for another wedding day. It didn't matter that he was alone. He was alright with that. He'd been on his own for three years but he wasn't lonely.

He would dance and eat and laugh and be grateful for every moment of tonight. Every moment of his life.

Ahhh, but Akaashi. He missed his wayward friend most on special days like this.

The wedding albums always looked incomplete. After all this time, Bokuto still expected to find him, by some miracle, standing by his side in these photos  like it was all a bad dream when Akaashi went away for good.

Seven years without a word, without a sighting, no social media, no run-ins at Nationals or the damn grocery store.

He had to stop thinking about this and stay present in the moment because he could feel himself getting caught up in the emotions he'd worked so hard to control.

Today was about Kenma and Yachi. They deserved it to be the best day ever.

He refocused his attention on the bride and groom and watched Kenma kiss her for the first time as her husband, before he scooped up his tiny bride and carried her down the aisle.

Kuroo tapped Bokuto on the shoulder.

Bokuto grabbed Kuroo's hand and gave him a bro-hug.

After photos, they joined the party and Bokuto danced with all of his best friends' beautiful wives. He danced with his sister and he danced with the moms of both the bride and the groom. His dance card was as full as his heart.

Kei and Amanai kissed as they danced slowly to a love song. He stared into her chocolate brown eyes and lifted her lips to kiss her. She tasted like champagne and meringue from the cake.

He tasted the same to her and she couldn't wait to sneak away with him.

He smiled knowing what she was thinking.   After all they were newlyweds too, only married one year sooner.

Without a word, just a gentle pull on her hand, a sly grin across his cheeks and they slipped away from the dance floor.

Sura was laughing as Kuroo badly serenaded her. With a hand over her mouth she giggled and he laughed too, wiping his hair out of his eyes, he looked just as handsome as the day they met on their snowy campus shortly before the winter break.

He loved this woman with every fiber of his being and simply lived to make her happy. His brothers were his soulmates but she was the twin flame of his soul.

He needed her like he needed air or water. Together they were raising a sweet, almost two-year old named Kenbo.

A slow song began and he twirled her around and then pressed their entwined hands against his chest. He held her and with their eyes closed they swayed to the tune. Ever the dapper gentleman, he spun her out and pulled her back into his arms in a sweet cuddle dip.

She stared into his gorgeous eyes which flashed seductively. She reached up and placed her hand on his cheek and brought his lips back to hers.

As the song ended the wedding party was invited to give speeches and Kuroo, as the best man, did the honors.

Kenma and Yachi laughed in anticipation when Kuroo approached the mic.

He sat on a stool and looked at his best friend who was so incredibly happy.

Kei held Amanai's hand, she stretched her other one out to Bokuto who gave her a little squeeze as he wrapped his other arm around Sura's shoulder. She leaned into the big guy's warmth and smiled as her husband took the mic.

Yachi and Kenma thanked all of their family and friends and excused themselves for the night.

Blocked for a moment by Bokuto and Kuroo who teased Kenma.   He laughed good-naturedly and looked down at the beautifully wrapped box Kei handed to him.

"Should we open this now?" Kenma looked at Yachi and Kei's laugh was too loud as he said, "No, wait 'til you're alone. It's just a little something Ama and I put together. Enjoy your wedding night."

"Thanks, guys, for everything." Kenma

a said with happy tears making his eyes glisten.

"Love you, bro." Kuroo whispered as he hugged Kenma. Then he leaned down to kiss Yachi's cheek and the newly married couple disappeared from their sight.

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