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encephalitis-on-sundays · 9 months

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Avatar fanfiction The way of War chapter 3.

This took five ever to write so please let at least one person appreciate it ha ha. This chapter is all Spider, and next will have Jake and them. Warning there is slight torture in this one, so yeah, but it isn't too long at all.

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With a sudden change in position the boys eyes fluttered open and he instantly became wild, jumping up in a panic and yelling in the empty room he had gotten to know so well last time he was on their ship.

"let me go! You can't do this! " He frantically screamed, "not again.." he muttered in defiant defeat, knowing he was outnumbered and the chances of escape were slim.

Spider sat back down on the cold white floor and held his knees to his chest as he tried to calm his mind once more.

There was something distressing in the boys behavior this time around, something that made Quaritch feel tainted or sickly even. He had not intended to let his past memories and traits affect him as such, and so he pushed it all away and to the back of his mind.

Watching Spider get emotional had made the older man puzzled over his own intentions, he has had a moment of pure weakness and he now sees it clearly.

"I need you to be out of the way, and this time I won't lose." He spoke knowing the boy could not hear him, yet somehow to satisfy his past. He flipped the lights and marched his way out of the viewing room and towards the main deck, let the kid have time to think about his next actions.

Quaritch left the boy alone for a few hours as the medicine wore off throughout the night. He was unable to get much sleep and found himself up and running through lockers for clothes. The sun was barely escaping night's grasp as the man sauntered down the many halls of the ship.

"on standby" he ordered one of his men before using a key code to open the door to room 4B.

The sound of the door hissing and swinging inward had Spider leaping if not instantly towards the door. "oof!" the air left his stomach as he was halted in mid-jump by anothers' long forearm.

"get off of me" he groaned and quickly jumped back and out of reach, his eyes like daggers as he stared the man down.

"you know where Mr Sully is, so let me go" he declared, almost begging.

The colonel stood with arms crossed against his chest as if quietly awaiting the boy to finish his tantrum before beginning to speak.

"hm, yes, that I do- but Jake Sully still thinks im dead.. " He rolled his shoulders and stretched his back out casually and with a watchful eye on the other. "I'd like to keep it that way. Makes things..." He shifted to crouch down again to Spiders level. "Simple. And I do like simple" He adds with a wide grin and a wink with the click of his tongue behind his teeth.

"You know kid.. This could be just as simple for you if you let it be"

Spider figured he had been taken to hide the fact that he had regretfully saved the man whom hunted Ajake. He was now much more calm and collected as he made faces expressing each way he was feeling about the topic at hand. Gritting teeth and hissing sharply as the other finished with an ultimatum.

"I will *never* help you.. You hurt people, I am Na'vi! I'm not like you." He responded with a quick glance back towards the door.

Quaritch stay low even as the other raised his voice at him again, and he also noticed the boy's eyes shifting gaze towards the exit.

"Don't try anything funny, kid... You wouldn't make it far" He suggested reading the other's plans through body language.

"So" Standing up he towered over the still-crouching boy and narrowed his eyes to appear more authoritarian. "We gonna do this like before? Or are we gonna have to do it the hard way?" The elder asked in a lazy and almost let down tone.

Spider looked from the door back to the man now threatening harsh retaliation if rules were not followed, it reminded him of Sully; which made his chest seem more hollowed.

"No" He spoke his short but firm reply in thick na'vi whilst looking away at the wall, Quaritch would have to kill him before he ever was tamed.

"I'm not you, everything bad is you, I won't be apart of your plan" His voice was steady yet felt far away from him, and he refused to look back.

"Jesus kid, you sure are hard headed, I'll give you that" The colonel stated in disappointment and yet pride. "The hard way it'll be, don't say I didn't warn ya" he moved to the door and with a soft heavy sigh he opened the door and let himself out.

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Hours had passed with what felt like years as the boy stay huddled in the corner too focused on planning a way out to hear the approaching footsteps. In a split moment, the door swung open and a group of four soldiers entered forcefully and rushed towards Spider who had fear in his eyes.

"No! Let me go! No! You can't do this!" he hollered being half dragged back to his feet and grabbed by all men. He fought back as well as he could, kicking and trying to throw a punch in their direction. The sound of skin connecting with brute force echoed throughout the illuminated room. Spider coughed out in pain and reached to hold his stomach where he had just been struck, body going into shock as he is rushed out and down the hall.

His feet dragged slightly as they stopped him at the ships dock, handcuffing him before loading him into a helicopter where the General stood waiting with a blank stare.

"Nice to see you again, Miles" She said giving him a sickly sweet smile. "Take off in three, two-" she ordered as the helicopter began its descent.

The boy did not speak to the monster of a woman he found himself trapped with, glancing around in wonder of where Quaritch was.

Another soldier forcefully put the boys mask over his face as the others applied their own with haste and precision. Spider bit the mans hand in the process and earned another hard jab to the side, crippling him to the floor.

"Assholes" he spat through a groan.

"The colonel seems to think harsh discipline would not break you, but I've learned in time that everything breaks with enough force added" She plainly admitted, sipping from her mug and sighing in content as they stay silent the entire ride down to the forest bed. "take him out" She ordered and walked by them to exit the vehicle.

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Quaritch found himself in bewilderment when seeing the room that held his son now vacant of any living thing. He stormed up to the front and curtly demanded to know the boys current whereabouts.

"General took him to section A12, sir!" The man behind the desk responded standing fully attentive.

"Ready copter 2, come on lets go!" He ordered and stalked off to jump up into the helicopter now being started up.

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Spider was forced out and into the grassy floors of pandora's forest, something he had missed.

"I won't tell you anything" He assured himself out loud, knowing the situation was in sinister tastes.

"I don't care. " She threw her hands up and gave a laugh. "Your decision is vital, mostly to you. Your still considered a traitor of our people, your people. You've let down your country Son, and I will not tolerate insubordination. " She nodded to the men surrounding the kid and two reached to grab him by his tied wrist, pulling him down and forcing him to his knees.

"last chance, Miles" She tilted her head with a raised brow, angrily huffing as the boy just hissed loudly at her attempt of getting information. "As you were"

One man gripped onto the mask the younger was wearing and snapped it up and off with a quick tug of his wrist. This caused Spider to gasp out and frantically claw his way to his life support. He could breathe for now, but very quickly he would run out of oxygen and suffocate, and he tried to reach with both conjoined hands, but he was pushed and tugged back to the ground.

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Quaritch was barely a minute from where she must be taken the boy, -his boy-. He stood with his gun ready and impatient to the time it was taking. Finally the sound of the other chopper came rushing the colonels ears, and he signaled to be lowered on his rope.

Once at the bottom he jogged quickly over to the group of men holding his son flat against the planets earth. "General!" He called in disbelief as he noticed the boys mask was misplaced and he was struggling to breathe. "This isn't tactical, we need him, " He tried to reason with her, unable to stand there watching he moved to push the men off of the kid.

"Breathe miles, breathe" He ordered as he snatched the others mask back and replaced it firmly against his face with shaking hands.

"Colonel... You dare step in between me and that traitor? He is not your son, he will never be" She said with anger dripping from her harsh worded truth. "This is your last chance, you have one day to get me some information on what he may know of Alpha 313" She demanded and turned to storm away and back to her vehicle.

Spider huffed and sucked in the air as his mask was returned to him by Quaritch, and his hands clutched at the mans arm, still in shock of what had just transpired.

"You... Saved me" He croaked out through a hoarse and dry voice, looking up at him with wild wide eyes.

"Don't worry about it, just breathe, kid" He fought back his emotion of how distraught the older man had felt seeing his child suffer in such a way. "Ready to try it my way?" he asked as he stood up and offered a hand down to the boy.

Spider didn't speak but complied in the others question as he reached hesitantly to take the offered support he needed.

"Good boy" Quaritch slightly teased, giving him a good pat to his back, trying to hide his true expression of guilt.

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Once back on the ship Quaritch pulled the boy aside as gently as he could before settling on reassuring the boy that he only could keep him from the Generals grasping hands.

"You really need to start listening to your elders, son" He sighed and stood up straight with one hand reaching up to scratch his chin absently.

"From now on do as I say and we won't have to experience that again, understood?" He said with warning.

Spider nodded two quick nods wanting this conversation to be over so he could be alone to fully take in what all he was feeling. When the man refused to let him go he frowned through an exasperated sigh, and with a huff gave a quick "Yes sir" before being lead now back down the hall.

A few hours more and he found himself once more being visited by the Colonel, this time the man held something bundled under his arm, and a tray of food.

"Thought ya might be hungry" The man said now sitting the tray down on the bed. He walked to the desk opposite of the bed and placed the bundle of neatly folded clothes on top.

"If your going to be here, your gonna have to dress like it" He ordered softly.

Spider of course did not seem too pleased by the idea of wearing the clothes that were brought, if any at all. He gave a sour look over at the stack before turning his attention to the food.

"What is this?" he asked, pointing to the white liquid sitting in the tall metallic glass.

"Milk. If you don't like it we can substitute water" Quaritch retorted, giving a genuine smile before it fades to a frown.

"Hurry up kiddo, we've got to run a sweep, someone on the island is prepping to leave" He states with a slight urgency to his voice.

"It's not Mr. Sully" Spider muttered absently as he held the glass up to examine the white water inside.

"Oh? And who would be leaving if not Jake?" Quaritch tried to pry a bit deeper, just to see what he could get.

"*None of your business, dipshit*" He spoke perfect na'vi to the man now struggling to interpret his sly words."He doesn't tell me anything, I don't know anything" He admitted, his shoulders falling as he did so. "I'm not a Sully" He adds with a tilt of his cup as the milk swirls around to the other side. "I'm just the water boy"

Quaritch sighed feeling sorry for the other who was obviously upset about not having a family, something understandable and alike in himself.

"Look kid, " He bent low to be closer to where the kid sat height wise. "You've gut guts, the way you stay loyal to Sully is enough to show me you are not just the water boy" He spoke slow and casually as to not make this a sensitive moment, he could never be the kids father.

"Now if your done moping, we've got ourselves a flight to catch" He added in a more playful and laid back tone. Standing and moving to the door before nodding to the clothes sternly. "Dress first" he ordered, stepping back out into the hallway to wait.

Spider said absolutely nothing as he was reassured that he was valued in some way that made him feel less like an outcast. Watching the other move away now and lean against the doors frame, Spider scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Sir yes sir" He mocked with a contorted facial expression to go along, but the man turned and left, leaving Spider with no way of defying his demand prior.

"*I am na'vi, I am na'vi*" He chanted quietly as he stood and reached for the softer fabrics of sky people clothing. He didn't bother with the shirt and tossed it behind him before spending a good amount if time figuring out the camouflaged pants. The underwear was foreign and also ended up on the floor before the kid gathered them up from the floor and tried to flush them down a toilet.

"I want to go home" He stated once he walked out to join the man awaiting his presence.

"Soon, kid, just follow my lead" He winks at him again before leading the way to the ships deck where his mountain banshee stood lingering back.

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#avatar #kiri avatar #avatar fanfiction #avatar james cameron #avatar loak #avatar spider #avatar the way of water

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tommykinrd · 11 months

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Hi hi! Wanted to ask, how do we know buck and Eddie are the same age? I missed that !

Hi hi! I did a whole deep dive when i was making my pre-canon buddie timeline gifset, along with the help of @tawaifeddiediaz @alkaysani @eddiediaaz @oliverstaark, so here are the pieces of evidence pointing to Buck and Eddie being the same age (and most likely both being born in 1991)

Eddie

Shannon was born on October 16th, 1992 (6x15)

Eddie said he met Shannon in the 8th grade, and also said to Bobby that he was 14 when he met Shannon (6x17)

So this means Eddie was either born in 1992 to be in the same grade as Shannon, and would've met her after he turned 14 later in the school year (like January-June ish since they would've started off 8th grade at 13 years old)

OR he could be born later in 1991 (July-December ish) meaning he would've been 14 already when he started the 8th grade, and would've probably met Shannon near the beginning of the school year (this would make sense if his school/school district did split classes—like 91/92 kids are all in 8th grade—or if he just started school a year later than others or had to repeat a year for whatever reason)

Buck

Buck's age is typically assumed to be based off of Oliver Stark, who was born in 1991

Buck is 26 in January-March ish of 2018 (1x09)

Daniel got sick shortly after July 4th, 1988, and Maddie says to Buck, "Three years of doctors and hospitals, every treatment they could find, but... nothing worked." (4x05) (this would put us at around late 1991 for when they had hope of a cure—Buck being born)

"29 years. Why is it now suddenly such an emergency?" is what Buck says referring to how long Maddie kept the secret about Daniel (4x05)

4x01 puts us at September 2020 in the overall timeline and I'm just assuming that 4a takes place in 2020 and 4b takes place in 2021 according to how it would normally align with the September-May airing dates

So for Buck, him being 29 in what I'm assuming is 2020 is the strongest evidence for him being born in 1991 (if he was born in 1992 then he could only turn 28 that year). This also means that in season 1, he hadn't turned 27 yet.

Both

Chimney says, "You're not his elder, Buck." which is referring to the gym scene (2x01)

This combined with all the other info we now have puts Buck and Eddie at the same age at least, or Eddie as just slightly older than Buck (by months). They're both born somewhere in the '91/'92 window so really it's just up to interpretation.

For my gifset, I just wanted to make the timeline easier to show so I put them both as '91 babies, and had them both turn 27 sometime between July and September of 2018, right before 2x01.

I hope this all makes sense and clears things up! If I missed anything please do let me know!

#answered #pozzi-it-wasnt #sorry if this is way more than you wanted alksjdfls #and obviously this is just my take on things and everyone is welcome to their own headcanons #i know i'm always going to be mourning the 'eddie is 3-5 years older than buck' era #911 #buddie #911 meta #ish?#resources #fandom

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bornforastorm · 11 months

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nice guys? or pm 4B 👀👀?

you got it, babe:

nice guys: Holland’s old lunk of a Mercedes is crumpled completely. It’s beyond totalled. There’s steam coming out from under the hood like in a goddamn cartoon. If only Holland had bought that new car he’d been eyeing four months ago. Healy had talked him out of it, but maybe that flashy Mustang had some new safety features that would have helped him. As it is, his old junker didn’t even have seatbelts, let alone an airbag. A part of Healy’s mind says that when they buy Holly a car, hers will have an airbag.

Emergency workers are standing around, ten feet back from the wreckage, clucking their tongues. The back of Holland’s head is visible over the seat of the convertible, sitting up perfectly straight. A cop hooks Jackson’s arm before he can make it over.

“You Healy?” He nods. The cop, a young guy with a pencil mustache straight out of 1940, frowns. “I’m Officer Flight. We spoke on the phone.”

“Oh, sure,” Healy says. He can’t quite pull his eyes from the back of March’s head.

“Glad you made it so fast. He wouldn’t let us do anything until you got here. Just kept saying your name. We had to look you up in the book. He’s been conscious through all of it, pretty miraculously, but he’s in real bad shape. You’ve gotta convince him to let us get him out of that car.”

Jackson nods. Another deep breath.

The cop pulls him back. “But, look, prepare yourself okay? It’s pretty ugly.”

And Jackson goes over to the car.

Both of Holland’s hands are on the steering wheel, white knuckled. He’s staring straight ahead with a terrible focus and he’s wearing that horrible purple suit that he’d bought on their first case together. It’s so out of fashion now, and Healy can’t remember him wearing it once in the past year, but here he is wearing it. God, Healy thinks darkly, ain’t that a bookend?

“Holland?” Jackson puts a hand on Holland’s shoulder, very lightly. “Hey, pal, how ya doing?”

Holland blinks slowly, his eyelids fluttering. His attention moves just barely from staring at his own knuckles over towards the shape at his shoulder. When he speaks, his voice is bleary like he’s just woken up from a nap. “Hey, aren’t you that diner guy?”

“Yeah, yeah Holland, it’s me. It’s Jackson. I’m here.” Jackson brushes his fingertips over Holland’s fine, soft hair. He’s in shock, clearly. He’s trembling. This is bad.

“Fuck, I don’t feel so hot. Where’s Holly?”

“She’s here. She’s nearby. I wanted to see you first.”

Holland blinks. Apparently totalling his car hasn’t sobered him up. Or maybe it’s the shock. Or maybe it’s something else. He looks bad. Very, very pale. Wavering like he’s under water. A streak of hair is stuck to his forehead, which is coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“You know when I first met you?”

“Yeah?” Healy lifts the lock of hair and lets it hang loose, where it falls over one furrowed eyebrow.

“Some chick had written you will never be happy on my hand.”

“Okay.” Shock. This has to be the blur of shock.

“And then a fucking smiley face. Never be happy. That’s fucked up, huh? I thought she was right.”

“What happened here, Holland?”

His focus is wandering. “Crashed, I guess... But then, you know, I met you and we got going. And things with Holly were better and… I uh, I, I guess I just…. I don’t remember. Fuck, Jack, I don’t know...”

Jackson looks down and finally sees why everyone was being so morbid. First of all, Holland’s legs-- those long, wonderful legs-- are caught under the mangled wreckage of the engine of his car. That’s ugly enough. Worse is that a sheet of metal from somewhere under the hood has come through the dashboard and didn’t stop until it hit the front seat. It’s sitting now somewhere between Holland’s hip and his ribs, bisecting his right side nearly entirely. There’s a lot of blood and a thick pad of bandages where the EMT’s were able to stop up the bleeding. Jackson’s stomach turns. That’s a mortal wound, he thinks. It’s gotta be. There’s no coming back from this. That Holland is still conscious-- hell, that he’s still alive at all-- is really a miracle. It’s a miracle that the metal came through at such an angle that his spine is still intact. It’s a miracle he wasn’t cut right in half and died immediately. His guts are being held in by that hunk of metal and certainly, when they remove it, he’ll die. That seems to be the only thing that could happen. It’s terrible. Fuck, it’s a goddamn tragedy.

“I mean, I’m dying,” Holland says, with that stubborn certainty of his that inflects down to hell at the end. It would almost be more comforting if he were shrieking, like he usually does in bad situations. Instead, his small, sad voice pulls Jackson’s attention back to his face. “I’m dead. It’s over.”

“Don’t say that.” Healy puts a hip against the car and continues his gentle petting of Holland’s hair. A little smile flickers under Holland’s mustache, which itself is spotted with blood from a bloodied nose. He must have smashed his face against the wheel when he hit the tree. Airbags, man. Holly needs to have airbags.

PM 4B: Terry was sitting in one of the armchairs, stiff backed and jaw clenched, in one of his nice gray suits. He had a bruise blossoming on his cheekbone and his legs crossed at the knee, as if that made him look casual.

In the other armchair was our old pal Mendy Menendez with a gun in his hand, pointed loosely at Terry. It looked like the past eight years had been hard on him.

I stayed still in the doorframe.

Terry gave me a piano wire smile. "We have a guest," he said.

"Hello, Cheapie," Menendez said. I felt my mouth twist into a grimace. "Funny seeing you here."

"Not particularly," I said. "Seeing as this is where I live."

"Oh yes, Terry was telling me all about that."

"Was he?"

Menendez stood up and went to stand behind Terry. He put the nose of the gun in the crook of Terry's shoulder. Terry jumped and Mendy clapped a hard hand on the other shoulder, holding him in place.

"What do you want?" I said. I was trying to be cool about it, but there was a risk Menendez would do something rash. He looked like a more desperate figure than I remembered him being. I knew that if he shot Terry like that, there wouldn't be much I could do to save him, unless he was very lucky.

"I came to visit my friend here, borrow a little capital for a venture I'm working on, and here I find him shacked up with the same cheap nothing who tossed him over years ago."

My teeth scraped against each other. "I'll tell you now what I told you back then: Don't call me cheap."

He jammed the gun harder into Terry's neck. Terry looked to me a little frantically.

"You can't play tough with me, Marlowe. I know what's going on down here."

"So you show up and decide to toss threats around? What good do you think this'll do you? If you needed help we won’t give it now."

“I see what you are,” he growled. I wondered if I ought to give him credit for not outright calling us queers. I expected that from him, and I’d been called worse. It wouldn’t bother me much.

“So you’re going to blackmail us? I’d like to see you try.” I was bluffing, mostly, but it was true I couldn’t imagine what real threat he thought he could pose. There was no one in our lives to impress anymore. No one who didn’t already at least half know what we were up to and accept it. We were two middle aged men who were living together. It seemed pretty obvious. Any visitor could see we only used the one bedroom. No one had kicked up a fuss yet.

He gave me a nasty look and in one abrupt movement cracked Terry across the back of the head with his pistol. Terry gave a little cry, hardly that, more a grunt, barely a groan, and slumped in his seat. I took a sharp step forwards.

"If you've hurt him--" Menendez turned the gun on me.

"Now here's the truth of it, Marlowe," he growled at me. I glowered right back. "You're digging into something that's none of your business."

"I thought your business was in Acapulco."

"My business is all over."

Ignoring the gun, I stepped across the room and kneeled in front of Terry's slumped figure. I checked his pulse-- a little quick but steady-- and checked the back of his head-- pulpy but not seriously injured. Some blood stained his white hair and the back of the armchair.

"I don't care about your business. I care about my life here, and I care about Terry. Now leave us alone."

His lip curled. “I hate how you say that. Us. We. Like anything has anything to do with you.” I didn’t respond. He changed tactics. "You're working a case, I hear," he said slowly. "Looking into a missing husband?"

"That's right. What's it to you?"

"Let's say I need that husband to stay missing for a while."

"And worry an aggrieved wife? I'd rather not."

"I'd rather you did." Gun still aimed firmly in my direction, he walked in a wide circle over towards the doorway. "I'm sticking around in town, Marlowe. You're not tough. You're old and soft. You’re a pansy. I won't let you ruin another business venture for me. The only reason I don’t kill you now is out of kindness to my old friend there, who apparently cares about you. I owe him a favor, maybe. Just one. I won’t be so kind again."

"Yeah, because you’re such a kind guy. I don't give a shit what you do, Mendy, but if you get in my way, or threaten me or Terry again, one of us will end up dead. And it won’t be me. Don't doubt it."

"We'll see, Marlowe." And then he stepped out of the room and was out of the house. I waited to hear the door slam before lowering my hackles. What a mess. And what a threat I’d put out into the world. I’d killed one person in my entire life, and when I thought about it I still felt sick over it. I’d just promised to kill Menendez in cold blood if he bothered me again. Christ, did I even think I was capable of that? Could I do it even if my life depended on it? If Terry’s life depended on it?

#the nice guys #will i ever finish that one? maybe not #philip marlowe #will I ever finish THAT one?? yes and it will be a novel #thank u for your interest in my sappy philip marlowe fics :) :) :)#my writing

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faolanrune · 1 year

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Hello! My name is Faolan and I’m an aspiring author! I am currently working on a fantasy novel titled “People of Akari” and I’m sharing my work on its conlang here.

I have also gotten back into writing fanfics, Ghost and Baldurs Gate 3 being that reason. Lots of Astarion fics to write and I plan on making others for different characters too.

I do take requests, but I will refuse if they cross a boundary of mine or I don’t have the experiences to write it well.

I’m on Ao3! Runix57 is my username

(He/him) pronouns pls!

Here’s just some basic rules for the page

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Most of the content I plan on posting is cool if ur under 18, if something isn’t I’ll put a warning at the top. HOWEVER, whether you are a mutual or not don’t dm me or anything like that if you are under 18, I will block you. I don’t mind you interacting with my art or writing but I draw the line at dming me or anything of that sort.

TW ahead of time: death, swearing, suicide mention, some transphobic assholes, toxic/abusive people, maybe some smoking and/or alcohol but not sure yet

Topics I will NEVER include in my writing: rape, incest, detrans, super heavy descriptions of violence/gore (more will be added to this list just can’t come up with anymore rn)

Overall don’t be an ass and feel free to ask questions whether about the fandoms I like or the conlang I’m working on or just general stuff

If you see a listing here without a link, it means it has yet to be posted but is in the works. I can only type so much and certain parts take more planning on my end as I write them out.

ALSO feel free to ask questions to clarify on anything I put in here, as long as they are polite and respectful questions I don’t mind answering stuff.

Everything is color coordinated. So if you see Green it is for Baldurs Gate Fics, Purple for People of Akari, and Pink for Ghost. Blue is for my I was a Teenage Exocolonist Brainrot Music Stuff. Orange is for any of my Art

Akian Language

Part 1: Sounds and Grammar Bits

Part 2: Characters and how to write them

Part 3: Introductions, Days of the Week, Months, Time Markers

Part 4: Numbers

Part 4b: Number Characters

Part 5: Relationship Markers

IWATEX Music Fics

Colors of Vertumna

Show Must Go On

Hope

Dancing and the Dreaming

Smells Like Teen Spirit

March of Cambreadth

Ghost!

Life Eternal Fic

BG3

It’s Not Fair: Astarion/GN Tav

Sing of the Moon: Astarion/GN Tav

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#fiction #writing #fantasy #author #adventure #original chracter #peopleofakari #conlang #original character #iwatec #sym iwatex #iwatex #sym #order of the Abnormals #kanaka legion

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lionguarded · 10 months

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30B - 29B - 2C - 4B - 23A - 1C - 14A - 9C -Dante S2

@ofwings-andclaws || session 2 live and in color session 2: 30B - 29B (also pitts bc we said so for s2) - 2C - 4B - 23A - 1C - 14A - 9C

this had to be hell on earth.

why mother lion deemed him deserving of this, he didn’t know, but he knew he was losing his mind, slowly but surely.

dante had taken the extra time to find silas during his shifts, he’d pin him against any wall whatsoever, grope & whisper sin into his ears. then he’d leave. silas found himself weak against the alpha’s insinuations despite trying to fight. he did fight, at first, he tried, but when dante cupped his cheek & pressed their lips together, all that spite within him dwindled.

when silas thought it couldn’t get worse, dante left town. he was aware that’d happen, but he didn’t expect it to happen while silas was … while they… before he’d… what the fuck was wrong with that guy? who even did this? getting silas hard again & again, only to drop him like a hot potato. fuckin’ hell.

when he came back, silas had…. been hopeful, up to some point, but the torture merely continued - in public even, so when dante found him on his day off just after he’d dropped sam off with the caregivers (he wanted a day to himself), he thought that maybe today the alpha would have mercy on him. maybe it’d been some stupid loyalty test? he didn’t fuckin’ know. he also didn’t really fuckin’ care why dante did what he did.

he’d not even shut the door before the alpha had grabbed him by the chin & brought their lips together. so he was back in town, huh? walked backwards into his home, dante was leading, silas felt relief wash over him when the alpha closed the door behind them. at least he respected his privacy.

after hitting a few walls with his back due to dante walking him into them, he pulled away long enough to lead them into his bedroom. again, sam’s toys & clothes were discarded into the box at the foot of the bed, but that was as long as dante granted him before he wrapped around him again, grabbing at his ass & sneaking a hand inside the back to check how eager his omega really was. no doubt. the answer was, very. silas had been fuckin’ dripping the second he saw dante march at him in front of his home, so needy for his touch - so desperate to find relief in his arms. fingers slid along one of his ass cheeks, one slipped between to find his hole - no questions asked.

silas had his arms wrapped around dante’s neck, relishing in the kiss, the alpha’s scent wafting up his nose, the way their bodies slotted together. fuck that noise. he was desperate, that was all. they were still fully dressed & silas was already hard, leaking pre-cum & trying to fuck himself on dante’s finger. you’re a fuckin’ disgrace. but that wasn’t what the alpha had planned, apparently. no. he pulled away with the stupidest fuckin’ smirk on his lips & silas wanted to punch it until he couldn’t smirk anymore. he didn’t.

“undress.”

okay. he could deal with that, especially, because at the same time dante took off his shirt & that was a good first step for silas. really. seemed to bode well. why undress when you didn’t mean to stay for long, right? boy, if only he’d known. naked, silas glanced away, still feeling a little nervous around the other despite everything they’d done & everything dante had seen.

he told him, in way too many words for silas’ liking, to get on the bed and arch. silas knew by now that that didn’t just mean… sit. or kneel. no, dante had very specific preferences & a fruitful imagination when it came to that.

so.. it wasn’t present & flaunt. he assumed that, but what the fuck did he want this time? he knelt on the bed, clearly lost & looking for a little help, which - of course, dante was happy to provide. he did love to hear himself talk after all. way too much, really, but silas was alright with letting him talk, so long as he could get off today. he really, really needed to. he couldn’t do this for much longer, no. he really couldn’t.

(courtesy of @ofwings-andclaws)

"Arch." Dante repeated when he noticed Silas' hesitation last for a moment too long. "It's not that complicated really... You've grasped the basics so far... And you withstood some rough pounding while remaining in presenting stance, so I know for sure that there is potential for you. Go. Hands on the headboard. Your torso is a bit higher for this one." He explained and waited for Silas to move. The way his back just... bent forward, as if he was trying to hide himself. But Dante wouldn't have that. He'd rather have Silas learn to be a proud omega. Dante's proud little omega. For that... More training would be necessary.

"So we have you bracing yourself like this... Keep a firm grip on the headboard. Your legs are right, too. You sure paid attention. Good princess. Now... What's so alluring about arching, at least in my opinion, is that it flatters the already gorgeous back line muscles that you have here." He explained, holding Silas by the hips with one hand while the other moved around his back, leather clad touch trailing the lines of muscles he enjoyed watching the last time they were together like this and also watching from a distance whenever Silas would do his little routine by the river. Dante paused behind Silas. Still in his pants, just pressing his bulge against Silas' ass. "Another reason... This angle allows me to do this..." He explained casually running his fingers through Silas' locks, balling them into a fist and tugging. The pull enough to force the last couple of angles he could have corrected into Silas' posture with his hand... But the hair pulling made it all the more exciting. "There you go. Perfect form!"

(end arching training)

why did dante have to make everything so…. so much? so intense, so.. just.. so. it wasn’t the simple act of fucking with him, no - he had to make it an art of sorts & all that on silas’ back - his time, his pleasure. anger was bubbling beneath the surface, but whenever dante took, he also gave. it was little slivers of pleasure silas chased like a dying man would water. never enough, but enough to keep him floating on that desperate high he’d been stuck on for the past week.

he had silas arching, like the good little omega he was. he hated himself so much right now, but he couldn’t stop himself. though, as per usual, the good little omega was rewarded. sometimes he felt it wasn’t worth the effort, but this time it definitely was. he earned himself attention in the form of dante’s leather-clad fingers again. yes, good. no, fuck, not good.

silas was arching a little more one moment, sucking in a sharp breath the next when a flat palm came down on his ass. the sensation so raw, running so deep, he actually lost it for a moment, fear rising within. he… assumed dante saw as much, he always did - like he had first-row tickets to his damn brain, because he pulled his fingers out & away in an instant, walked around the bed to sit on the edge of it, pulling silas closer but urging him to keep up the stance, even without his hands on the headboard.

soft noises pulled him back, forehead against the alpha’s collarbone, pressing his lips to the skin there, sniffing & humming softly. fuck, he smelled so good. it was intoxicating. leather caressed his cheek, finger slipping between his cheeks again to play with his oh so wet hole. just do it already, seriously. but he wouldn’t, he didn’t, he wasn’t. this time, he got a warning, which he appreciated - at least for now, so he could busy himself with fang-y kisses against the alpha’s shoulder. it wasn’t bad this time, in fact, it was okay. hurt, but - everything was pain with dante involved.

the alpha seemed alright with silas exploring while he caressed his ass again, cold leather a delight against his skin, but silas… he.. something in him wanted to push further. chase that rich scent that made him lose it whenever dante was nearby - yes, he knew it was most likely not actually his scent, but the memories he had attached to it, still. one arm should be enough for dante, right? because silas was on a mission for the other. pushed at it gently with his head & nose until it lifted, he … couldn’t believe he was diving into the alpha’s pit - face first, just ..sniffing. fuck, what the fuckin’ fuck are you doing?

smack.

he gasped at that, into dante’s pit - breath hot against his skin no doubt, but he didn’t complain. he would if he was unhappy, for sure. silas knew that much about dante by now. cold leather once again came to save the day, groping & brushing over his ass. meanwhile silas found himself quite content the way he was, just sniffing, kissing, sniffing. it was.. calming, satisfying for whatever mysterious reason & fuckin’ hot.

god what was happening to h–? smack.

this time dante got a little hiss, followed by something soft when he breathed out. again, leather to the rescue, though he was starting to really feel the sting.

smack.

he was giving him less & less time to recover between slapping his ass & strangely enough, he .. didn’t need it. every sting of pain came with pleasure, be it in the form of scent - or leather. he couldn’t recall how long they did this, how many hisses & gasps he spat, but he did know that sitting would - once again, be an issue after today - for a whole different reason than last time. smack. dante also didn’t leave it at just one side, no. of course not. though that did give silas the opportunity to trail wet kisses along his chest & up his neck. smack. the alpha was practically cooing at him all the way through, making sure silas never forgot what a good little omega he was. never.

“on your back, legs up.” was all he heard before he obeyed. sitting up first to wipe his mouth, he might or might not have drooled some - the mix of scent & pain had been a little much. then, with a last glance to the alpha sitting on his bed, he slowly lowered himself to his back, legs lifted & fingers came to squeeze in-between the back of his knees - just like he’d tried that first night, but dante had had different plans for him then. why? what are you doing? wasn’t once enough? twice?

this time, though, dante didn’t protest - he got up & walked around to stand between silas’ legs, though hands on his thighs, he pushed the omega back on the bed a little, just enough for him to be able to kneel comfortably between his legs, running leather across the back of his thighs, up to his calves & then he seemed to remember his original target - or so it felt. it wasn’t like silas remembered quite vividly how dante had explained he liked the way he tasted on their first night together. he definitely woke up hard after dreaming of it, no. he really didn’t. there must’ve been another reason for it, surely.

first touch of tongue was seemingly always going to be fuckin’ amazing. amazing enough to draw a mix of a moan & hummed little ..could it be called a laugh when he was wheezing? jeez, fuck. damnit. he should probably admit at this point that he would do anything tonight to have his brains fucked out again, but he wouldn’t. nope.

it was the same as it had been the other times, dante took his damn time & after that very thorough lesson from earlier about how silas would fare better keeping his hands off himself for the foreseeable future, he… somewhat… felt like.. he.. should..listen. why though? just.. do it. get off, get out, be happy. only he wouldn’t be - he couldn’t. this wasn’t what he wanted - what his body & mind craved the most, no. it was .. what came next. after sweet torture came delicious release.

…right? what if he didn’t, though? what if all this was just another game? like last times. no. no. he wouldn’t. no fuckin’ way.

as per usual, dante could smell silas’ brain at work without having to even stop what he was doing & the omega quickly paid the price for his mind straying. how.. how did he.. how could he? fingers curled a little tighter around his knees, his breath hitching with every sharp dab of his tongue. what if he couldn’t hold back, though? resolve was running low, so much pent-up need ready to slam through that door & announce its escape. but .. not.. yet. he knew punishment would … be bad if he … if he disobeyed. dante had proven that. teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, the sting a good distraction - he had to remember that.

dante’s words were … lost in haze, as they had been - or maybe it was just silas’ brain trying to avoid the consequences of his actions, maybe his brain was trying to protect him from himself, which - he would probably appreciate some day. but, despite that, he knew very well what it was dante said, so the answer came naturally, un-fucking-fortunately. “please, yes.. yes, i’m ready. i’m.. i’m ready, alpha.” he wasn’t. he never would be. he doubted anybody would ever be. or could be, physically.

but mother lion be damned, he was eager.

dante seemed pleased, he’d done everything he asked, right? he’d done well? apparently he did, if dante fumbling with the knot on his trousers was any indication to go by. would he.. was he going to undress? or would they repeat the fiasco that happened at the tree? silas serving his very soul on a silver platter for the alpha to devour & in return he would… offer only pieces of him. little hints, little glimmers - little glimpses of appreciation - just enough to keep silas hooked on him. would tonight be like that again? who cared, though? fuck him. so long as he did what he.. he didn’t promise, but.. silas assumed.

big mistake, dumbass.

in fact, now that his brain once again found a little opening to go haywire, he realized that dante had promised nothing. he’d said nothing. silas found him in front of his cabin, had seen the look on his face & the way he came marching at him & practically threw his pants at him.

distraction was apparently only allowed when dante was the one initiating it. as was clarified when he pulled silas from mental frenzy with a long, steady - but acceptably slow push in. same as before, same.. everything. no ounce of mercy. if the sudden pressure, the sudden oomph hadn’t made him flinch, he might’ve broken his unspoken promise barely halfway into the night. but alas, dante’s ridiculously-sized cock had saved his… ass. not really though, did it?

golden shimmer had successfully been hidden up until that moment he slid right back home where he belonged. no. stop. he wasn’t. this wasn’t ..anything. mutual … handshake, mutual stress relief. right? yeah. legs pinned between them, silas dared letting go of his knees to bring his hands down on his sides, blood flow had been at a somewhat critical state with how tightly he’d clung to his legs. fuck dante, seriously.

that stupid-ass grin on the alpha’s face did not help, but he’d seen the look on his face when the alpha bottomed out. through eyes that squeezed shut, but still. he’d seen it. fuck him. it was so good, though. he felt so full, felt like he was going to burst, but it was hands-down one of the best feelings he’d.. ever felt & that… alone.. was the problem, right there. in a nutshell. how could he fight something like that? how could he win that battle when he clearly came in with the biggest fuckin’ disadvantage the world had ever seen? also, why… had he never felt like this with trenton or sindra?

starting on his back was … intense. as dante had put it last time he was in that position, he was in for a wild & bumpy ride. the fact he’d have no control over any of it might worry others, but silas didn’t expect anything else by now. alpha called the shots. the first few thrusts were the worst, basically - he’d figured that out by now, so he was prepared, as prepared as one could be. back arched despite silas laying on his back, his chest moved with dante’s thrusts - lifting & lowering in the same rhythm, the same pace, showing off the guard’s physique though he didn’t really mean for it to happen. dante wasn’t the only handsome lion in town though. then again, had dante ever called him anything less than that? no. he’d not once said anything negative about his appearance.

again, like on cue. dante’s thrust hit deeper than the one before & silas fuckin’ yelped. yelped. the look on dante’s face, he could practically hear him say “oh, did that get your attention? good.” before he could even say it. dante had replaced his own hands at his knees by now, had pushed them down as far as they’d go for the extra thump that went into his every thrust. silas was already close, they’d barely even got started - he felt. yet here he was, trying to hold onto an invisible tightrope. so close to falling, so close to flying. but then he looked at dante, little droplets of sweat curling on his chest & up up up, that stupid face.

he could swear dante saw. like he could read his mind, because he shook his head no & that was enough for silas to grit his teeth, squeeze his eyes shut & curl his fingers into the sheets to hold onto something.

dante, again, took him to fuckin’ pound town, no mercy. & silas held onto himself for it all. he couldn’t say the same about his mouth - or his brain, because the noises that left him, some curses, some just plain old noises of desperation… but .. he had yet to cum. no idea how he got this far when he’d been ready to shoot his load before dante had even touched him the first time, but… here he was. though, honestly, he was expecting his resolve to crumble - once & for all before dante would get the chance to paint his insides. probably. or not. because dante was snapping his hips faster, harder all of a sudden & with a whisper on his lips that promised repercussions if silas was to disobey, he bred him - just like that, a few more thrusts followed & silas tried very hard not to scream. just as abruptly as dante had buried himself inside of him, though, he’d pulled away. completely & the guard couldn’t stop the whine that escaped. so close. “why?!” what else did he want? silas had arched, he had begged, he’d offered himself. what else could he possibly want from him? his legs came together in front of him, still in the air, his thighs trembling. fuck, ugh. fuck fuck fuck. this couldn’t be normal. who even did this to his partners? who would come back for that shit? …you did, dumbass. okay, yes, but he wouldn’t. not after this. no fuckin’ way. if he kept playing games, silas was out. fuck him, fuck … all this.

dante just looked at him, amused - as always & decided to reach for the guard’s legs, hands roaming up his calves to his knees, back down on the underside to his feet. thumbs against his soles before he gently pushed his legs down & walked around the bed again, slowly - his eyes never quite leaving silas’.

silas, ready to cut a bitch, growled softly, but dante did what …dante did. once he’d settled on the bed, he’d reached out again, commanded his little omega to obey & crawl into his lap. said omega sat up slowly, still so hard it was unreal - seriously. he glanced back at the other, but with a little sigh announcing defeat, he did what he was told, again. he crawled on his legs, their crotches flush when he was settled quite comfortably in the alpha’s lap.

almost in an instant, dante had his arms around him again - still in his trousers, by the way, which was even more frustrating. not because silas was fond of his thighs - not really. no, it was the message he sent across. like silas wasn’t fuckin’ worth taking his clothes off, because he wasn’t going to stay long anyway. like.. like all he was, was some quick fuck before fuckin’ work - or whatever. fuckin’ hell. he looked stupidly hot in them, too, which made all this even a hundred times worse. he wanted to hate him for it, but all he could think about was that feeling of leather against his skin, leader-clad fingers trailing along his back, down his spine & teasing below. stop it. don’t. no. don’t let him win. he’d only taken off his shirt, that said it all. once he was done playing, he’d zip up & go. again. good, yeah. he better fuck off, so silas didn’t have to see his dumb face anymore.

lips found his, hips ground against his own, their bodies moving together - in perfect harmony. or something like that. but not for long. after dante had played with his hole again, stretched as it was, he’d nudged the omega up, one of his leather-clad hands lining himself up with silas’ hole again - only to pull his hips down on it, fast. until the guard hissed. then, letting himself fall back on the bed, he pulled silas with him & made him kneel - or arch, on top of him while he fucked into him again. hands on the omega’s ass cheeks & pulling, while silas tried so very desperately to keep up. one good thing about this position was that the omega could capture dante’s lips, could pull at his hair & bury his nose in the alpha’s neck.

dante was working him hard, faster & deeper, rubbing against that bundle of nerves inside of him relentlessly - another orgasm slowly but surely creeping up on the omega, but.. as his breath hitched, his moans grew louder, his body tensed - he could feel it taking over, could already smell sweet, blissful release, he could taste it on his tongue. he was so close.

but his the alpha knew, there was no way he couldn’t, no way that when he could literally read silas’ mind - that he’d miss signs that were this obvious & he didn’t. he stopped, held silas on his cock, still.

one, two, three & he pulled silas off him, that look on his face .. in that moment, he couldn’t even.. it wasn’t fuckin’ fair. body trembling with almost relief, yet pulled out of his grasp when he’d already had his finger on it - that smug, i won grin shot his way. “you can’t… you.. i.. what..? why?!” what the fuck did he do? had he done something wrong? why was he like this? head hung low, the omega once again contemplated the choices he’d made in the past week, which was when it dawned on him, really. it was his own fuckin’ fault.

“we aren’t done yet, are we, princess?”

fuck this. “fuck.. fuck you.” fuck all of this. golden shine dimmed, despite him glancing up at the other. he was so done. but as every single time he felt he was, dante came barging down his door. palm cupping his chin, forcing his head up so their eyes could meet - crimson bringing gold back to life. “shhhh…” lips came to press against his own, another hand held the back of his head, the kiss long, deep, passionate & just the kind that made silas’ legs buckle. if he was standing, anyway. but it did exactly what it was supposed to, the spite - the fire inside him dying down quick. it wasn’t fair. he couldn’t.. ugh. fuckin’ dante.

then dante, who’d sat up with his legs somewhat crossed underneath him, pushed him down - so very slowly, but determinedly for sure, right until silas’ head was on par with the alpha’s crotch.

"now, now, princess... be a good omega. take a deep breath. thaaaat's it. good girl."

damn, he hated him so much. he hated that all it took was.. this. the alpha’s scent wafting up his nose. a few minutes ago, he’d been ready to go, now his heart was hammering in his chest again & his body yearned for dante’s touch again. forehead against hip bone, the alpha slowly released his head, knowing he’d got him. again. because of fuckin’ course he did. stupid idiot. so fuckin’ pathetic.

but fuck if he didn’t smell good. deep breath, soft noise - yep, he came to stay. "open up. let's see how far you can take me this time. huh?"

no, not again. not a chance, but then he looked up & …”fuck.” deep breath, but that was a fricken’ mistake, because yeah - no, he shouldn’t have. all he could think about was alpha & if he wasn’t so damn desperate he would’ve spent the next hour hating himself. as it was, though, he pressed lips against hip, soft wet little kisses to the skin there, slowly trailing down. not like it was the first time he’d do this, right? licking his lips, he swallowed hard & after careful consideration (was it, though?) he sunk down on his alpha’s cock once more. fuck everything, really. it did not go much smoother than the first time, lips stretched wide around his shaft, hands on either side of dante’s hips & he struggled. duh.

dante could take the compliments hummed silas’ way & shove them where the damn sun wouldn’t shine. he still hadn’t come. yet here he was, fuckin’ sucking off the one responsible for his misery. what did that say about him, though? the alpha placed his hand on the back of his head again, giving him time, but .. being there to guide him, too. every time silas came up for air, there was that hand gently leading him down again. a little further every now & then, but silas was still struggling, his throat clenching around dante, eyes closed & trying to follow guidance diligently.

rhythm set, silas had only little influence on the path chosen, he didn’t really want to, either. alpha knew best. all he did was trying not to lose himself on the journey, dry-heaving when dante pulled him too far down & recovering with small gasps once released. then.. he assumed dante was getting close, because there was less off-time for him & then there were dante’s hips meeting him halfway on every downward motion. faster, harder. alpha was getting impatient, but as he did almost every time, silas thought he knew dante’s plans… the alpha proved him wrong.

with a quick tug to the guard’s hair, he’d pulled him off his cock, saliva trickling down his chin as he gasped & before silas understood, dante had his free hand wrapped around himself, a few quick strokes & he spilled over his goddamn face. did he fuckin’ have to? of course he did. silas, dumb-founded & honestly so, so far out of his element nobody knew how he even functioned did little to fight him, neither did he when dante pulled him down on his spent cock again after - as far down as he’d go, hold him.

hold.

release was granted & silas pulled off with a little moan. fuck, what else did he have to endure? more, apparently. soft smile on the alpha’s lips, he leaned over, ever so carefully scooped up his own seed from his omega’s face to smear it against his bottom lip. eyes met, for a moment neither of them moved, but… before he could stop himself, his tongue came lolling out, so lips wrapped around that leather-clad finger & he sucked, tasting alpha on his lips. fuck, that was hot. damnit. why would he even think that? what the hell?

dante, though, seemed pleased with himself, wiped his finger on silas’ cheek, brushing leather through his curls & then zipped up, pressed a heated - yet short, kiss to silas’ lips - pet his cheek & left him sat on his bed with a simple...

“good boy..”

#answered ask.#ofwingsandclaws \ 002 #ofwingsandclaws; dante #ofwingsandclaws #silas x dante #dilas: session 02 #* . ⊹ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. › ❨ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐒 & 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄. ❩

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herotome · 2 years

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Devlog #66

Hi-ho, Wudge here! Welcome to the weekly update.

As I mentioned about five days ago, I finally wrapped up the final code testing for Jade’s RNG minigame. I wrote the code itself about 2 months ago, but this week is the first time I used it with actual writing. I think it’s working pretty great personally, but we’ll see what my eventual playtesters think about it!

On that note, I wanted to take the opportunity to update the list I made in a previous devlog.

JADE SCENE

✔ 1. MC’s impression of Jade (descriptive): 100% - 338 words

✔ 2. Interacting with Jade (four conversation menus): 100% - 1390 words

✔ 3. Deciding to catch the bird (descriptive): 100% - 415 words

✔ 4. Catch the bird (large menu): 100%

• ✔ [Coding the RNG] 100%

• ✔ 4a. Make Jade use her powers forcibly on the bird: 100% - 260 words

•✔ 4b. Look up how to catch the bird safely: 100% - 528 words

• ✔ 4c. Catch the bird yourself: 100% - 401 words

•✔ 4d. Lure it out with treats/Chicken out: 100% - 196 words

✔ 5. Jade gives MC a brief tour: 90%

• ✔ 5a. Briefly showing off different locations - 395 words

• ✔ 5b. Bantering with Griffin in the conference room - 516 words

6. The rooftop: in-progress (drafted in VSCode)

•6a. Location description

•6b. Releasing the bird (variable check: if the bird was caught)

•6c. Jade jumps off the building to grab food

7. (missable) Stay for dinner (planned: handwrote part of the scene)

8. Jade takes you home (planned: took some notes in scrivener)

... Viola, 5/8 scenes just about all clear.

I also practiced drawing some birds in CSP to prepare for the eventual bird sprite, and... I think I really like drawing birds?? Such pleasantly simple shapes, look at these little guys.

I haven’t decided what kind of bird we’re gonna catch yet, but it’d be nice to have a colorful one!

And nowww that I’ve updated you guys on Herotome... I wanna admit that I made a bad call for my health recently. <_< Nothing serious, but uh.

When I worked on Ballads at Midnight with the intention of submitting it to a game jam, I was writing basically nonstop Monday-Friday for the month of March. As some of you may know, there’s going to be a secret ending update that expands some more about the story.

So going into April, I knew I wanted to:

Finish BaM’s secret ending.

Work on my client project (to pay the bills, y’know).

and of course, return to Herotome.

Not too daunting! I enjoy having more than one project, and am very used to juggling 2-3 at a time. However. I grossly underestimated how much juggling all three would take out of me after a full month writing sprint.

After inhaling tylenols to cope with eyestrain migraines last week, I started to realize that maaaaaybe I’m pushing myself too hard after all. I must contend that I paced myself extremely well in March, but completely failed to factor in rest and recovery to prevent burnout in April.

So now I’m vaguely aware that I need to schedule some rest at some point, but uhm... I don’t want to? I’m SO close to 100% wrapping up both BaM and the client project, so the idea of not finishing them this very minute is incredibly frustrating. And when I’m unwilling to rest because I’d prefer to work, it’s hard to feel remotely rested even if I schedule time off for myself. (Because I spend that rest-appointed session feeling mad and guilty and thinking about work the whole time.)

... I think I’ve mentioned multiple times that I’m a recovering workaholic. Haha.

Sooo tldr; for my health and my sanity, I’m gonna try to slow down... I love working on games, I love project work, I love working hard; nothing in life makes me happier. But if I keep pushing myself in the short-term then I’m not gonna get as much done as I’d want in the long-term.

After I finish the client project and/or the secret ending, I’m gonna take a break for at least a week - because I think I have to, even if the very idea makes me deeply unhappy. Rsm frsm. (Gosh Wudge, it’s only a week off, not the end of the world. You’ll be okay!)

Anyway. Thanks for sticking around y’all, you rock and don’t you ever forget it.

I hope you’re all staying safe and keeping warm.

Much love,

Wudge.

#herotome update #bam #ballads at midnight #long post

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tvrundownusa · 27 days

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tvrundown USA 2024.03.28

Thursday, March 28th:

(exclusive): The Source (APrime, French crime drama, all 7 eps), The Baxters (APrime, faith-infused family drama series, all 10 eps), American Rust (APrime, new network, season 2 "Broken Justice" available, all 10 eps)

(streaming weekly): Invincible (APrime, penultimate), "Hope on the Street" (APrime, j-hope dance docuseries, first 2 eps), We Were the Lucky Ones (hulu, survivors limited series, first 3 eps), The Long Shadow (SundanceNow|AMC+), Delicious in Dungeon (netflix, midseason finale), Supa Girlz (AllBlk), Diarra from Detroit (BET+), Ruthless (BET+, season 4B contd), The Girls on the Bus (MAX), Tokyo Vice (MAX, penultimate), "Justice, USA" (MAX, last 2 parts, docu-series season 1 finale), The Traitors UK (Peacock)

(original made-for-TV movies): "Girl in the Video" (LMN, 2hrs)

(hour 1): 9-1-1 (ABC, part 3/3), Next Level Chef (FOX), The Conners (theCW, season 3 reairs) / . / The Conners (theCW), Hudson & Rex (UPtv)

(hour 2): Grey's Anatomy (ABC), Farmer Wants a Wife (FOX), Son of a Critch (theCW) / . / Son of a Critch (theCW, penultimate)

(hour 3): Station 19 (ABC)

(hour 4 - latenight): Royal Crackers ([adultswim])

[preempted, most returning next week: Young Sheldon (CBS) / . / Ghosts (CBS), So Help Me Todd (CBS), Elsbeth (CBS), Impractical Jokers (TBS) ] [repeats, resuming in two weeks: Law & Order (NBC), Law & Order: SVU (NBC), Law & Order: Organized Crime (NBC) ]

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Beatport New Festival Essentials March 2024

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Beatport New Festival Essentials March 2024

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march 19 2023

2023 Lent 4, March 19th

Old Testament: Isaiah 42:14-21

Psalm: Psalm 142

Epistle: Ephesians 5:8-14

Gospel: John 9:1-41

Sermon Text: John 9

Sermon Title: “Do you see”?

Grace to you and peace, from God the Father and our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.

From our Gospel text this morning; “Jesus answered, it was not because this man sinned, or his parents, that he was born blind, but that the works of God might be displayed in him”. (John 9:3) “And there was a division among them”. (John 9:16b) “And they reviled the blind man”. (John 9:28a) “You were born in utter sin … and they cast him out”. (John 9:34) “Jesus said to them, if you were blind, you would have no guilt; but now that you say, We see; your guilt remains”. (John 9:41)

The last two Sundays, we have heard Jesus’ speak of the need to be born again (in John 3) and to worship God in spirit and truth. (in John 4) Today, He encounters a man born blind and brings him from darkness to light; both physically by giving him physical sight, but more importantly spiritually, by bearing witness to Himself as both Son of God and Son of Man.

I am sure you have heard the term Karma. It is a term used quite frequently in our culture. For example, whenever something bad happens to someone, their opponents/enemies often say it is karma, meaning they are suffering because of something they did wrong. To speak of it briefly, karma is basically the idea that what goes around comes around, that in this life, people always, eventually get what they deserve.

But Karma is not a Christian idea at all; it is an eastern or Hindu idea which is also related to reincarnation; another non-Christian idea that denies the bodily resurrection. For example, in this philosophy, people who are born in extreme poverty or with a severe illness or disability are seen as suffering for something they did in a previous life.

Again, this way of thinking is not biblical. Recall how much Job suffered, losing almost his entire family and all of his property, even though Scripture called him “blameless and upright, one who feared God and turned away from evil”. (Job 1:1b) Jesus deals with this in another context as well, when He is asked about a tower that fell and killed 18 people in Jerusalem. Jesus responded, “Do not think that these were worse offenders than all the others who dwelt in Jerusalem … but unless you repent, you will all likewise perish”. (Luke 13:4b-5) So, we should not automatically assume that because something bad happens it is a direct result of a particular sin; sometimes things happen because we live in a fallen world.

Therefore, in our text this morning Jesus clearly condemns this idea that had also crept even into the disciples’ way of thinking. “As He passed by, Jesus saw a man born blind from birth. And His disciples asked Him, Rabbi, who sinned; this man or his parents, that he was born blind? Jesus answered; It was not that this man sinned or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him”, (John 9:1-3) delivering the man from physical and spiritual darkness. So, God is at work in the lives of His saints, even when things are not the way we would like; even through illness, suffering, persecution, and the like.

Jesus continued, “We must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; night is coming when no one can work. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world. Having said these things, Jesus spat on the ground and made mud with the saliva. Then He anointed the man’s eyes with the mud and said to him, Go and wash in the pool of Siloam … so he went and washed and came back seeing”. (John 9:4-7)

You might think that this healing would make many people happy, but that was not the case. The man gave credit to Jesus for his healing, but shortly afterwards, “they brought to the Pharisees, the man who had formerly been blind. Now, it was the Sabbath day when Jesus made the mud and opened his eyes”. (John 9:13-14) “Some of the Pharisees said, this Man (Jesus) is not from God, for He does not keep the Sabbath. But others said, how can a man who is a sinner do such signs? And there was a division among them”. (John 9:16) In the previous chapter, some of the Jews had already taken sides against Him and “picked up stones to throw at Jesus”. (John 8:59a)

They continue their interrogation of the man born blind. The Pharisees are not looking for the truth, they are looking for a way to blame Jesus and trying to drag this man into their scheme. They had ruled out giving Jesus any credit for something good, so they tried to discredit the testimony of the man Jesus healed.

Many of the “Jews did not believe the man had been born blind and then received his sight, until they called the parents … who said, We know this is our son and that he was born blind, but how he sees, we do not know … ask him, he is of age. He will speak for himself. His parents said these things because they feared the Jews, for they had already agreed that if anyone should confess Jesus as the Christ, they would be thrown out of the synagogue”. (John 9:18-22)

Sadly, even his own parents, who knew what had happened, did not defend their son because of fear of being thrown out of the synagogue. The Pharisees continue to intimidate “the man who had been born blind and said to him, Give glory to God. We know this Man (Jesus) is a sinner … He answered … one thing I know, I was blind, now I see”. (John 9:24b-25) Here you see the cost of following Jesus. All he did was passively receive healing from Jesus and now he is the enemy of nearly everyone; denied by his parents and attacked by the religious authorities.

The pharisees again ask the man how he was healed and he responds with confidence/courage and even a bit of sarcasm; “I have told you already and you would not listen. Why do you want to hear it again? Do you also want to become His disciples? And they reviled him”. (John 9:27-28a) They claimed, “we know God has spoken to Moses, but as for this man, we do not know where He comes from”. (John 9: 29) They hated this man, simply because he testified of Jesus.

This saying amazed the man who continued to speak of what Jesus had done for him. “You do not know where He comes from and yet this Man opened my eyes … Never since the world began, has it been heard that anyone opened the eyes of a man born blind. If this man were not from God, He could do nothing”. (John 9:30, 32-33) This new believer did not whither under the attacks of the Pharisees, but rather grew stronger.

This was too much for the Pharisees, “They answered him, You were born in utter sin and you would teach us? And they cast him out (of the synagogue)”. (John 9:34) When Jesus heard what had happened, He found the man and said to him, “Do you believe in the Son of Man? He answered, and who is HE sir, that I may believe in Him? Jesus said to him, you have seen Him and it is He who is speaking to you. He said to Jesus, Lord, I believe, and he worshipped Him”. (John 9:35b-38) Moments earlier he had confessed Jesus as a prophet from God, but now he worships Him as Lord and God.

Jesus said, For judgment I came into the world, that those who do not see may see and that those who see may become blind”. (John 9:39) Jesus came to save the world, but those who reject His salvation also bring everlasting condemnation upon themselves. Knowing that Jesus had spoken these words against them, “some of the Pharisees said to Him; Are we also blind”? (John 9:39-40)

They did not like the direct answer that Jesus gave them. “Jesus said to them, if you were blind, you would have no guilt, but now that you say, we see; your guilt remains”. (John 9:41) They stubbornly insisted that they were right and that everyone else was wrong about Jesus. If they had simply acknowledged their spiritual blindness, Jesus would have healed them too; but since they refused His gracious gift, they remain in their sins. The same is true for any of us who refuse to admit their need for Christ.

All of us are naturally born enemies of God; spiritually deaf and blind; unable to see and hear and believe the Gospel on our own. But God sent His only Son to this wicked world to redeem sinners; to purchase and win the forgiveness of their sins by His atoning death on the cross. He graciously offers salvation, the forgiveness of sins and the gift of eternal life through the hearing of His perfect, inerrant Word and the receiving of the sacraments; by the power of the Holy Spirit. We who believe in Christ are a new creation in Christ Jesus.

Paul wrote that we all were at one time in the darkness of unbelief, but as a new creation, “you are light in the Lord. (So) Walk as children of the light, for the fruit of light is found in all that is good and right and true … and take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness”. (Ephesians 5:8b-9, 11a) So, by daily contrition and repentance, we strive to live this new life in Christ, that He has given to us as a free gift. We do not make excuses for our spiritual blindless, but rather when we sin, we confess it and receive absolution. This is the free gift of God for all who believe in Christ Jesus our Lord. Amen.

The peace of God …

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