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Every Baby Needs a Daddy 12
Part 11
@spectrum-spectre before you say anything, there's no smut in this one so go to sleep and read it at a more reasonable hour
In Eddie's fantasy world, he took off in a plane with Steve, escorted him back to Indiana, dropped him off at the door of the home he'd be staying at, giving him a very thorough scenting before letting him go.
But Eddie had work to take care of and Steve said he would be fine. And Eddie had gotten the hang of figuring out when Steve meant what he said. It wasn't hard. Whenever he wanted to be spoiled, he put that bratty lilt to his voice. They parted ways, Eddie having rubbed himself all over Steve before they exited the car, then again before getting to the check out counter.
Eddie was avoiding notice by wearing his hair in a braided bun and big sunglasses. He insisted on getting Steve a first class ticket. It was the only way to keep too many people from rubbing against him and thus making his scent fade sooner.
"Don't miss me too much", Eddie teased, looking over the rim of his shades.
Steve wrapped his arms around his neck. "I already do, Daddy", he whispered. He kissed him and then murmured against his lips. "Can't stop thinking about it. In less than ten days..."
Eddie put his hands to Steve's waist. He couldn't wait either. They'd be reuniting for Steve's heat. But they weren't coming back together just for that. While Steve was pretty regular and was 99% it would come when he said it did, Eddie would have Steve on the first jet to Texas on January 1st.
Steve thoroughly enjoyed the luxury of first class and landed back home with less than half the stress of a normal plane flight. Eddie had been a little zealous in spending on him sometimes, and it reflected in how much money he sent to Steve so that he could get a ride at the airport. Steve had specifically told him that Lucas could have picked him up and then he'd be with family for the rest of the time.
Eddie must've heard something different because when Steve checked his venmo, he was several hundred dollars richer. When Lucas picked him up, he decided that money could be well spent doing some last minute shopping.
"You know, I'm actually kind of relieved", Lucas said as they packed the last of the stuff into his trunk.
"Why?", Steve asked.
"I thought when you started being a sugar baby and junk you'd turn into a different person. But you're still Steve."
Steve smiled. "Didn't go through a name change last I checked."
"You know what I mean. You were still cursing out the ref at the game back in DC. And you got Robin a mug with a weird picture, not like a diamond encrusted dog bowl or something."
"She's gonna love the mug more than that. And the ref had his blinders on for the whole first half."
Steve didn't realize how relieved he was to hear that though, that he had retained the real parts of himself even though he felt completely changed by Eddie. Would he start to change in time? How long would it take? His reverie was broken when Lucas pulled into the driveway of his home.
"Okay, so Dustin told my parents you were seeing someone and Mike told them it was someone famous but they don't know it's Eddie Munson."
Steve felt his stomach drop. "Do they know that I'm?"
Lucas shook his head. "You get to tell them that."
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me", Steve groaned.
The last thing he wanted to tell the people who helped him through the final years of high school and the first couple of college was that he was getting dicked down by a celebrity and was falling for him too. The Sinclairs were more like his parents than his actual mom and dad.
They didn't hold back either, bringing it up the moment he entered and they got their hugs.
"Dustin told us you're seeing someone?", Mrs. Sinclair said.
Steve snuck an ear twist as Dustin walked by with a grin, one that the Sinclairs definitely noticed but let him get away with. He had to be honest not just because of how important they were, but because they'd find out everything sooner or later. New traveled fast online and he was honestly surprised they didn't know more already.
"I met him one night at a bar. He covered my dinner when I was a little short", Steve said as his hands were kept busy helping with the food preparation.
"Sounds like a gentleman", Mr. Sinclair said.
Lucas and his friends were sitting in the living room, which Steve was thankful for. He knew they'd want to spill every last bean. He got away with giving them minimal info: Eddie's first name, the fact he was a musician, an alpha, and that they'd been on a few dates.
That night, he cornered Dustin and Mike and made them swear to keep their mouths shut about anything else.
"Lucas got basketball tickets. We should get something to", Mike said.
"How's about you don't get a tanned hide?", Steve offered, eyes hard.
Christmas went as usual, Steve spent the day of and day after in the Sinclair home, then returned to his own apartment where Robin was already waiting to celebrate New Years. He didn't get two feet into the door before she was feeling his stomach.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm not-"
"But you could be. I know you and your cumslut tendencies. So I know you're not making him wrap it up."
"But I'm still taking my birth control", Steve said.
"You just know that if you get knocked up I'll have no choice but to move back in with you and help you raise this pup", Robin said.
"There is no pup. And I wouldn't make you do that."
"I would though. For you", she promised.
"I know Robs. That's why I'm not gonna let it happen. If I wanna have his baby, you'll get a six month notice before we conceive."
"Thank you for that."
They spent December 31st ordering take out from three different places and binging Empire. When it got to the time for real festivities to begin, they turned the tv to where Eddie said he was going to be performing.
"So that's your beau. He's not bad", Robin complimented. "How's the rest of the band?"
"They're great. I think you and Jeff would really get along. He's actually really into brass instruments too. And Gareth knows a bunch of nerd languages."
"You mean like Klingon and Elvish?"
"And apparently he's learning Atlantean."
Midnight came and Steve kissed her forehead and Robin kissed his cheek.
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The next day, he was packed and ready to hop on his flight. Robin dropped him off and hugged him tight enough to hold him over until the next time they met. His ticket was first class again and when he landed in Austin, he was already feeling a tingling under his skin. He missed his alpha. Need his scent, his touch, the rumble of his voice.
Because of this, while he loved the other CC boys, he was a little disappointed to see them awaiting his arrival and not Eddie.
"The Ed-man had to finish something in the studio last minute", Gareth explained as they led Steve to the car.
"Thanks for picking me up, guys", Steve certainly preferred them over a stranger from Uber.
Grant drove the way back, taking them to a mansion that had Steve's jaw dropping. He was no stranger to big houses, but he was used to them being simply for status. They'd been grand but sterile, devoid of any personality. The moment Steve stepped in, he could see that wasn't true for this place. He could pick out each of the resident's scents, could see each of their quirks as he was given a tour of the place.
They saved Eddie's room for last and he found out when Eddie barreled down the hallway to meet them at his door.
"They're really good pack", Steve said as Jeff, Grant, and Gareth left the two of them alone.
"I knew I could trust them with you." Then Eddie kissed him about six times. "For all the missed mistletoe." Then again. "For New Year's."
Steve laughed against his lips. "You gonna show me the bedroom anytime soon? I'd love to lie down, Daddy."
Eddie bit his lip, looking nervous all of a sudden as he slowly opened the door. Steve wanted to take in everything. After all, a bedroom could tell you a lot about a person. But his attention was immediately grabbed by the bed situation and what was sitting on the bench in front of it. There was a thin quilt turning it into a canopy bed, much like the den Eddie had made in their hotel room back in New York.
Steve recognized the pattern from what he'd heard before. Jeff's handiwork. And by the foot of the bed was a small bench where a collection of clothes sat. Steve went right to them and took a whiff of the first shirt. It was so undeniably Eddie, he would have thought his neck was pressed to his nose were he not still by the door.
Then he picked up a tank top and caught notes of lemon and ginger. "Are these...?"
"I tried to scent a lot of stuff before you got here, the boys helped out too. I hope that was okay?" His hands were stuck in his pockets and his back was tensed like he might run.
"It's more than okay", Steve reassured him.
"And the den? You like it? I can always change it if you don't. We've got tons of linens here, all that can be scented in a moment's notice and-"
"Eddie", Steve put a hand to his arm. "It's great. Now...", he held up one of the garments. "Help me nest?"
Eddie swallowed and nodded. He followed Steve's lead as they arranged everything on the bed for maximum comfort. Once Steve was satisfied, he sank down into it, smirking when he saw the way Eddie gingerly lied down next to him.
"Your first time doing a heat?", Steve asked.
"I've been around omegas in heat before. Just not as the uh, let's say star alpha", Eddie admitted.
Steve turned so his back was against Eddie's chest and pulled his arm over him. It took Eddie a moment, but he got comfortable and melted against his body. The exhaustion from the flight and being up for hours finally got to him and Steve closed his eyes.
When he opened them hours later, his body was warm and he felt a wetness between his legs.
Part 13
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reasons i think matchablossom is or has been canon!
once again, i have become overly obsessive and have throughly analysed each and every kaoru & kojiro scene that we currently have. i indulged and created my own list of “ are they besties or are they banging or both “ but i have decided to share it all with you :))
( keep in mind, i’m a reacher and these are just my interpretations. i will go to any extent to prove myself correct - no matter how unlikely )
so first of all, we have the fact cherry is the only one we have yet to see at joe’s restaurant after hours. this immediately shows that they are extremely comfortable with each other and spend a lot of time together even when they’re not skating. it also potentially suggests cherry is waiting for joe to go home, maybe a habit they’ve developed over time. before these scenes, the producers always show an image of the restaurants front door which states closed. by showing this frame, it obviously gives the impression it’s important for us to know that it is closed and therefore showings us that joe and cherry’s relationship is more than just some rivalry banta and that they have an established friendship built on trust and time. the creators could have just not shown that it was closed and had us assume that’s they were just good friends who spent time together but they went a whole step further and showed us these two men’s personal lives are somewhat intertwined with one another, showing us that they don’t have large boundaries for each other which would be considered strange in contrast to the “ arguing “ we had previously seen between them. if this isn’t enough for you, in these scenes we also see joes uniform unbuttoned so i take this as even more evidence of how comfortable they are around each other. also ! restaurants tend to close quite late ( avg. 8pm-12pm ) and on all the shots of the closed door, it has been dark outside. why wouldn’t cherry be home at this time settling down or something??? or maybe cherry has a lot of love for joe if he’s willing to wait that long for him to finish work... just sayin’. more on this, i analysed the restaurants design and noticed that the plug in the wall is really low down to the ground. maybe this is just one of joes odd design techniques or maybe it was specifically placed for cherry to charge carla, the concept of which, makes me very happy
keeping on the point of joe’s restaurant, whenever we have seen cherry inside he always sits right in front of the kitchen, this is pretty normal unless you think about 1) how much time he spends there 2) how busy restaurants get 3) he came there while he was with a colleague. we’ve already seen that cherry doesn’t mind coming after hours so why did he come during the day if he knew joe would be busy? this is similar to the fact he came in with his colleague in episode 2 - he obviously wasn’t expecting to be able to talk with joe while he was out for a work meal, so why on earth would he sit right in front of where joe would be, which is situated in a considerably inconvenient table for work meal? what i’ve interpreted from this is that cherry’s must enjoy being in joes presence. cherry canonically having anxiety would explain why he likes being close to someone who he knows well, and that cares for him. being able to see and hear joe so close is perhaps very relaxing for cherry.
now when i watched sk8 for the first time, i gather the impression that joe was a forgive and forget kinda guy when it came to someone who did him wrong. when we’re introduced to adam it’s evident there is some hostility within joe but this does not nearly compare to the anger cherry showed. when suggesting a beef their intentions seem to be completely different. cherry outrightly admitting to his grudge and anger for adam whereas joe seems to just want to prove a point to adam by winning against him ( i mean look at the image above, their facial expressions show it all ). but i noticed that as cherry would speak about adam, joe’s intentions slowly shifted and became far more serious and full of anger. “ there’s someone i’d like to punch “ is a sentence said by joe in episode 8. this is quite different to what we had seen in earlier episodes of him just wanting to make a point. i think this shift was predominantly when joe found cherry at the ocean view. joe knew how cherry was feeling towards adam BEFORE this scene because he knew where to find him, but the realisation that cherry was standing there, alone, and reliving some of his saddest memories probably hit joe that cherry couldn’t do this alone. therefore stepped up his game and met cherry’s loathing so they could do it together. as far as things go, this is one of the most important things they have done for each other because it shows clearly how devoted they are to each other.
this is one of the most confusing lines in this show thus far. i’m sure it’ll make sense in the oncoming episodes but i have come to two conclusions. so either adam has created this false reality of what happened and has told himself his evil ways stemmed from joe and cherry or, the more likely in my opinion, adam always felt like he was in need of a partner, a rival but also someone to love. this is displayed in the show in his predatory ways, aka, he wants his own ‘eve’. now there’s no ruling whatsoever that a skater needs any sort of dedicated rival, or skate partner, so i believe adam probably got this want from his peers, for example, joe and cherry. adam seems to believe you need to love your ‘eve’ and it gives me the idea that maybe he saw joe and cherry -in love- and decided that was what he wanted, but then as we know he went about it in an extremely toxic way. the “was it so“ was really hard to interpret, he’s clearly quite smug by the way he shrugs and smiles and shows that he’s very confident about what he’s saying but the question is short and leaves a lot unknown, which suggests why cherry and joe don’t respond. either they are as confused as i am, or they have a slight idea what adam could be suggesting and they feel guilty. we all know cherry and joe aren’t bad hearted people but as adam is insinuating ‘no, you guys parted ways from me first’ it could suggest that joe and cherry had perhaps become closer in high school and had developed a stronger bond than they had with adam and this left adam feeling lost and alone. this is more of a canon compliant headcanon that would make sense rather than a fact but it’s certainly something to think about.
one of the most obvious factors in their relationship is how they always know what the other is thinking or planning. we’ve seen in recent episodes that when cherry was racing, joe knew exactly what his motive was even without discussing it, thats enough information to show how well they truly know each other and how connected they really are. it’s also shown with cherry. when joe is racing, and is going extremely fast towards the corner, we see a frame of miya and shadow being worried for him, but then it shifts to cherry watching and there’s not a spec of worry on his face because he KNOWS what joe is planning and knows he will be fine. they know each other’s techniques better than anyone and it shows they don’t doubt each other’s choices one bit.
we learn right from the beginning that cherry and joe like to argue and fight, at first we think this is because they dislike each other but we learn that they are best friends. so when watching back you notice that none of the insults are ever actually insulting. let’s think about it, the most common insults they use are gorilla, dimwit and four-eyes. now to me, none of these actually seem insulting whatsoever and even if they do like to argue a lot it’s obvious they never ever mean any harm to one another.
from analysing the scenes one of the things i’ve noticed the most is how cherry and joe turn up and leave together. when the cops came during the langa x adam skate they both started to run off together leaving everyone else behind. as we know, they spend a lot of their personal lives together but leaving and turning up together every single time we’ve see them there seems like they’re a bit more attached than i originally thought. there’s a chance they meet before hand but why always that late at night? why aren’t they ever at home alone? unless...they live together. i mean it’s a perfectly valid suspicion right now as we’ve never seen either of their homes and we’ve never seen either of them turn up anywhere alone but either way it confirms they spend an awful lot of time together in general life. going back to my original point of them not only turning up and leaving together but they also never leave each other’s sides. there’s a heap of frames that you can see them standing together watching a beef or even just them talking. they’re literally attached at the hip and nothing makes me happier.
the creators of the show have made countless points to show that joe and cherry have a lot of history. from the school references to the fact they have TRAVELLED THE WORLD TOGETHER. they could have just shown one or two so we know that as a general fact they’ve known each other a long time but they bring it up an awful lot for it to be just a general fact. this being shown so much let’s us know that this is important information and that they’ve obviously wanting to lay down a foundation to bring something crucial up. so far they have mentioned their social studies trip, a school excursion, joes love for haunted houses, holiday to La and the Paris bar they went to. now you might be thinking, oh they were in the same school they probably just went on a trip together nothing confirms they were close, well i am here to prove that statement false. joe said he found cherry’s wallet, this not only shows that joe was close to cherry when he lost it but also that he knew where to find it, showing how well he knew cherry. another point is that legal age to drink in Paris is 18 so unless they had fake ID it’s safe to say this is a trip they’ve done since becoming adults and leaving school. it’s also canon that have gone together, so the fact they’ve been travelling as adults together is quite interesting. same with the restaurant in LA, sounds kinda like a date.
over the course of the episodes we’ve seen so far there has been a few comments they have made to each other that suggest a little bit of jealousy. for cherry, these comments are made in episode 6 in the hot spring. cherry brings up joes love for haunted houses and then joe agrees and says it’s because “chicks get scared and grab onto me” * with a smirk *. now what’s interesting about this is cherry’s response. “you really are a scumbag” this insult feels a lot more insulting than usual and the response itself surprised me. at this moment cherry looks away from joe which is an action people tend to do when they’re hurt or pissed off. either works in this scenario but neither make much sense as we know cherry’s already aware of joes status with girls. so why was he mad? well this was obviously a fond memory of cherry’s and joe replying with a statement about girls probably made him a bit angry because that was supposed to be their memory. but joes smirk with the comment makes me rethink, did he state that on purpose to make cherry jealous? obviously we can’t be sure but the entire encounter left me a bit confused. now onto joes jealousy, in episode 2 dub joe says “dude, you’re talking to a machine?” now in context this seems like joe is partially bewildered by the fact cherry is casually talking to his AI skateboard but he also seems slightly jealous that cherry is talking to carla instead of talking to him. this is one of the only scenes where joes facial expressions actually seem insulted rather than just having a bit of fun. he follows this up with “figured you’d give your board a girls name seeing as you can’t get a real one!” why can’t he get a real one? we hear tonnes of girls screaming compliments at cherry when he turns up so he definitely could get a girlfriend if he wanted, and joe no doubt knows this too, so why would he use it as an insult? i’m not sure what to make of this but it’s got to be a factor somewhere.
more on the haunted mansion chit chat, the line about chicks grabbing onto joe is quite funny when you look at the entire scene, because as soon as they get jumped they grabbed onto each other in fear. seems a little ironic if i do say so myself.
they both seem very secluded about their personal lives. cherry more specifically does not like the use of his skate name in his personal life or vice versa. joe is the only one we have seen to be aware or use cherry’s real name. the way joe slips up and calls cherry ‘kaoru’ at “S” shows how close they are and how much time they spend together to be able to accidentally mix up the two parts of their lives. this is just an extra point on how conjoined their lives must really be. in the photo above we see how cherry easily calms joe down when he starts to get annoyed. joe is the only one who knows fully about cherry’s life as emotions and cherry is the same for joe.
now one of the most heart wrenching matcha blossom scenes is when joe finds cherry at the ocean view. i have a lot to say about this so let’s start at the beginning. first of all, joe noticed cherry was missing. it’s not like cherry was there for a massive amount of time, so joe noticing that cherry was gone for even as much as an hour or two really says a lot about the placement they have in each other’s lives. there was really no reason for joe to worry about where cherry was considering they’re grown adults but he continued to go out and find him anyways. this is also set in the late afternoon judging by the sky, whereas the previous scene had been set at night at “s”, so this is suggesting the ocean view scene is on a completely different normal day for them (another factor showing how much time they spend together). next, the fact joe knew exactly where to find cherry. this truly shows how much they know and how connected they are to each other but also how well they understand the others coping mechanisms. cherry was dwelling on memories from 7 years ago and yet joe still knew exactly what he was doing and what he was thinking about. plus cherry didn’t even seem surprised when joe turns up. but one thing i noticed is that in this scene is the way they (in this case, didn’t) hold eye contact. while cherry is faced away, joe is staring at him but as soon as cherry meets joes eyes, joe turns away. either joe didn’t want to be caught staring or joe realised something crucial in that moment. i’ll let your mind decide what that is.
obviously, miyas comment about joe and cherry being his parents is a light hearted joke just to ruin joes chances of flirting with girls but it also implies that the group can tell that joe and cherry are respectively closer than anyone originally thought and they perhaps have caught on that the tension between them is a little bit too gay to be just a bit of banta. obviously in this scene we then see joe looking at cherry’s legs while a blush clearly intensifies on his face. yeah no, this is self explanatory.
one of the things i like about joe and cherry’s relationship is the fact that within that joe also has a somewhat dynamic with carla. although carla is non-living, there has been several interactions between them. for example the beginning of episode 6 on the boat joe recognises carlas voice immediately. i mean straight off i think it’s suspicious as hell that they all happened to be going there at the same time but the fact joe realised cherry must be there because of the sound of an AI skateboard? that’s impressive. also, at the beginning of the series carla is aware of who joe is when calling joe an imbecile, this shows that cherry has obviously had this modified to specifically refer to joe as joe rather than just refer to him as a general person.
there was a popular tiktok i saw the other day (if anyone has the username of the person please tell me so i can credit them!!) and it showed the two images above. in these photos it shows joes skateboard and his odd looking wheels. the creator of this video further analysed that these reflect the general outlook of a cherry blossom flower. though the actual wheels in real life don’t look as similar to a flower as they do in the show. but now if this is what they’re meant to look like, this is a really sentimental fact and shows how highly joe thinks of cherry in his skating career. but what about his personal life? well that’s where my analysing comes in. i noticed in the dessert joe makes in episode 5 he had a range of fruits displayed on the top as well as a single flower. this flower looks identical to a cherry blossom. once again the reflection of cherry within joes life makes an appearance. we’ve seen that flowers actually mean something in this show (toxic example but adam’s red roses for langa) so it would make sense for this to actually mean something about their relationship. i studied a range of Japanese desserts and, although every chef works differently, most of the dishes tend to only have a display of fruits and no flowers. so i have come to the conclusion that this dish certainly had some symbolism to cherry in joes life, some way or another.
so overall, their dynamic already shows that they have a very thin and mistakable line between very close best friends and potential lovers. although some of this was based off personal interpretation the majority is cinematic displays and general facts. so take this and use it however you like. let me know your opinions and other factors you have! for all i know i could be completely disproven with the next few episodes but surely if this many people see a bit more than just a friendship there’s got to be a reason for it.
if we can have one lgbt+ character... why not two more?
#written pre ep 9#matcha blossom#matchablossom#sk8 cherry blossom#sk8#sk8 the infinity#cherry blossom#joecherry#kaoru sakurayashiki#cherry#cherry blossom x joe#these bitches gay#call me obsessed i don’t care
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5 Reasons Roman Is Infuriating (And Why I DO NOT have a crush on him)
Chapter 2: Wasted Effort, Wasted Breath
Read on AO3
(Chapter 1)
Word count: 1363
Tw: Sooo much pining, Food mention, Remus shenanigans (Explicit nicknames, Explicit language, Human body limits being broken, Talk of gore)
Character’s: Logan, Roman, Remus (cause I love a supportive bestie)
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"-pretty sure his favorite flowers are buttercups, but I could always ask... Are you listening to me Specs?"
"Hm? Yes, yes I am." Logan blinks out of his haze from which he was not listening. Don't get him wrong, he does usually enjoy discussions with Roman, but not really when he's making plans to help him woo someone he doesn't even like.
"Oh yeah? Name his favorite kinds of chocolates." Roman challenges.
"Milk Chocolate chips." Logan already knew that before, as he is usually the one to supervise Patton's baking to make sure he doesn't burn down the mindscape. Patton is always a chatty fellow, and Logan now knows pretty much his whole life story. He's used this knowledge before, gaining him a gold star on a family game night. (He has it pinned up next to all of Thomas's other academic achievements)
"Fair enough. I set the bar too low." Roman flops down on the bed, drawing a long sigh. As soon as Roman had found out about Logan's crush, he had dragged him to his room so they could get to the 'gossip' immediately.
At this point, after three hours, Logan is almost more annoyed than embarrassed. After the initial shock of realizing his infatuation, he's had the time to think about it and come to terms with his feelings. It helped that he was in the same room as the object of his affections this whole time, as he's been noticing all of the things he used to repress. Like how he really likes Roman's smile. He likes his prince charming smile, when he's overly confident about something. He likes his bashful smiles whenever he gets shy about something.
Really, he just likes Roman.
It feels very simple when he puts it that way. He can't believe it's taken him this long to find out.
"I think we should take a break from the input of ideas for now." Logan suggests.
Roman sighs and deflates further. "Ah, fine. I shall for now give up on setting you up with your one true love."
Logan stays silent. What? Just because he's annoyed enough to want to tell Roman doesn't mean he has an ounce of courage to actually go through with it. He clearly is all for setting up Logan with Patton, why would he like him back? Logan doesn't want to risk getting his heart broken, figuratively, right after discovering that his heart has been for Roman all along. Figuratively.
"Sooo, what kind of things do you like in Patton?" Roman asks, suspiciously calm and casual.
"I- um, well-" Logan fumbles for something people would find romantically attractive in Patton. "He... He's got... Eyes? And he wears clothes. I enjoy people wearing clothes."
Roman stares at him, confused. "... That's it? Come on, you've gotta give me something better than that Dill Weed."
Well, why not go for things he likes in Roman, he supposes. As Janus would say, every lie works better when rooted in truth.
"I think he's rather dumb," Logan starts off with. "Which should be a negative, but he's just so endearingly stupid. Every time he spews some nonsense, or does anything really, I just want to kiss him. He's also really creati- Kind. Very... Uhh... Sweet. I notice the effort he puts in to make others feel special. And make me feel special. Everyone is included."
"Do you... Like his puns?" Roman asks, half smiling, looking increasingly uncomfortable.
"Dear Newton, I hate his puns." Logan sighs solemnly. That draws a laugh from Roman, if only for a bit. "I do actually like his eyes though. The changes we experience in the mindscape are fascinating, and he's certainly been blessed, with those green, piercing eyes." He says, entranced, looking into Roman's wide, green, piercing eyes, that are looking back at him in shock.
"You mean blue?" Roman asks, oddly red in the ears and fidgeting with his hands.
Logan blinks out of his stupor. "Ah. Right. Blue. Apologies."
They both break eye contact, him looking around the very decorated room as if that would cure his embarrassment.
"You really seem to like him." Roman looks back to him, face pinched but still smiling.
"I do." Logan agrees, admiring the other. "I like him a lot."
"Well. Um." Roman stands up abruptly from the bed. "You did say you didn't want my help for tonight with the whole date ordeal. In which case, we shall resume the noble quest at a later date!"
"You don't want to talk about other things?" Logan asks, tilting his head. Is Roman okay? He looks pained.
"No, I think I'll be off. I have to go do other things. Like, water my.. Turtle." Roman ushers him out of his room. "So long, Geek Chic."
“... You don’t own a turtle-” Logan is left there, staring at the door. It's red with a star at the top center. Tasteful. Very Hollywood dressing room.
He clears his throat, and goes on his route to his own room. That shouldn't be that hard, since the only thing separating them is Patton's (He volunteered to move in between when both of them started arguing through the wall. It's strange because they live in a metaphysical space that only roughly simulates real life and therefore likely have an empty void in between the spaces of their rooms, but Logan suspects where he goes, more logical influence follows.), but fate has an interesting way of working. Or just Remus. Speaking of, there he is. Breaking through the ceiling and landing face-first with a splat in front of Logan.
Remus merely cranks his head 180 to look at Logan. "Heyyy Nerdgasm. How'd the romantic fucking go?"
"I didn't tell him."
"No? Are you scared?" He asks, in a mocking tone but looking concerned.
Logan's shoulders slump. "I don't think I'm ready enough to face rejection from him. Not to mention he seemed rather adamant about giving me tips on how to woo Patton."
"Aww, come on Logie. You can't give up now. I'm not allowed to tell you why, but you do have quite the chance of scoring that loser." Remus says, shifting in and out of existence until he's standing upright. He pats Logan's shoulder. "Now go, cause the next time you see me, you'll never hear the end of the teasing. Like, even if you rip off your ears! I'll still find a way to make fun of you." He cackles.
Logan dreads the moment they meet again. Now that both Remus, Janus and Virgil were proven right, not only will they brag amongst themselves, but they'll surely tease him.
Remus prances off, and Logan finally gets to his room. He takes off his shoes, because cleanliness is a good idea, and prepares himself for bed.
Staring up at his star-covered ceiling (Accurate to it's alignment of today, obviously), he realizes he still has a lot to process.
How did they all know and yet he had no idea? He knows he isn't the most intelligent when it comes to emotions, but come on, neither are most of them. Usually Virgil wouldn't know romantic tension if it slapped him across the chaps. Or maybe he would. He'd just be anxious and/or grossed out by it.
Logan realizes that he must have been obvious. He's sure that he's been caught glaring at Roman many times. And trying to be around him. And Janus is also a living lie detector.
He gets himself into a comfortable lying position, turning off his bedside lamp.
Will he ever tell Roman? He'll probably have to, or keep the feelings to himself for the rest of his existence, hoping they go away.
Which would be better? Sure, never confessing sounds like a tragic way for things to go, but what would be even more tragic would be to get rejected by him, and have to coexist for eternity afterwards. Would Roman avoid him? His heart clenches painfully at the possibilities.
Perhaps he's having cognitive distortions... Roman is rather considerate. If he were to let him down, he'd do it slowly and compassionately.
As Logan's conscience fades, he prays it will all turn out alright.
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So Much Worse Than A Phantom Limb, Chapter 1 (BakuDeku)
Katsuki gritted his teeth against the noise bouncing around the classroom walls. The class was chattering animatedly as they waited for Aizawa, who was already ten minutes late. He was trying to go over his English homework, but he couldn't fucking concentrate—partly because of all the goddamn noise and partly because Deku was late too, and hadn't texted him to inform their homeroom teacher like he usually did.
He was trying to ignore the second point. After all, maybe he'd texted his nerd squad instead.
Aizawa dragged himself into the classroom at the twenty-minute mark. Iida even started to scold him until he recognized the haggard set of the teacher's face. He looked even worse than usual.
"Midoriya was involved in a villain attack. He is currently in the hospital. No one is permitted to see him—" he paused, eyes sliding to Katsuki who tensed immediately. "Except you. His mother requested your presence specifically."
Katsuki, who had gone deathly still, nodded once.
"Excuse me, but why him?" Uraraka asked, voice saccharine but shaded with barely discernable malice. "They can't even be in the same room together without fighting."
"It's what Mrs. Midoriya requested, and therefore the final answer. If I hear that any of you try to see Midoriya against his family's wishes, you will be immediately expelled." He stated, dark glare cutting across the room to the most likely perpetrators.
"Sensei," Bakugou called his attention back. "Do you mind if I call my mother to make sure she knows? Auntie shouldn't be alone in the hospital until I'm done with classes." Katsuki spoke, face carefully blank—almost bored to a careless observer. Aizawa was not a careless observer. He took in the rigid set of his shoulders and tight press of his lips and clenched fists and paling features and read the fear and concern in his student like an open book. After months of observing his two most problematic problem children, it wasn't a surprise to him. The rest of the class seemed shocked that he even had a considerate bone in his body.
"Of course. Take your time." Aizawa gestured to the door, and Katsuki hurried out, ignoring the shock on his friend's faces or Uraraka's steely glare.
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Auntie Inko had enveloped him in a hug as soon as he'd walked into Deku's hospital room. She was shaking—a violent full-body tremble that belied her fear. He could hear his mom speaking, but wasn't really processing her words because over Auntie's shoulder he was staring at Deku's prone form.
He was hooked up to a ventilator. There were dark purple bruises under his eyes. Katsuki had seen him less than twenty-four hours ago, and he already looked emaciated and pale.
Something was seriously wrong.
Aizawa was with them, discussing the minutiae of Deku's clearly serious quirk incident. He wasn't listening, because Deku was so still and quiet that if it weren't for the monitor, Katsuki would think he was dead.
Dead.
An intrusive picture flitted across the back of his mind—an image of what life would be like without Deku. He shoved it aside.
He couldn't think about it. Not in front of Auntie Inko.
But then he finally heard what the adults were saying. Took in every detail about what was wrong with Deku. And he thought about it anyway.
There was a buzzing under his skin and a tightness in his chest. Lesser mortals would call it panic—or maybe terror. But he was the strong one. He didn't even panic when he'd been kidnapped. If he panicked now, everyone else would break.
He didn't have that luxury, but he supposed that was the price of being the strongest. Only one person could handle the full weight of his fears.
He could panic when Deku woke up.
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Deku was in a coma.
A fucking coma.
On Friday, the nerd left to see his mom for the weekend. On Monday, he was in a goddamn coma.
With a concussion.
And two skull fractures.
And a shattered tibia.
AND under the effects of an unknown but obviously deadly poisoning quirk.
Thankfully, Aizawa had been there and had gotten that information first hand, so he wasn't responsible for relaying it. Unfortunately, the eighteen other idiots he lived with didn't see it that way.
"Any news?" Eijiro asked him before he'd even taken his shoes off.
"His medical care is confidential. Fuck off, Shitty Hair." He grumbled, beelining for the kitchen where every-fucking-one else was waiting. He bit back a growl of sheer frustration and exhaustion and powered through. He needed to eat like...six hours ago.
"Bakugou! How's Deku doing?" Uraraka called as soon as he was in sight.
"Fuck off Round Face." He grunted, grabbing his leftovers from the fridge and slamming the door behind him.
"C'mon! If you're the only one who's allowed to see him, you gotta tell us how he's doing!" She insisted, crowding him.
He's fucking dying. He thought vitriolically. And there's nothing I can do. "I don't have to tell you shit. Get the fuck away from me." He snapped, moving to stalk past her.
She grabbed his arm. "Hey! Don't walk away—"
He detonated the hand she wasn't clinging to right next to her face. "Get the fuck off me." She dropped his arm immediately. "Let me leave this fucking kitchen or I'll blow up the fucking building." He snarled.
He stormed into his room, shoulder checking anyone who tried to stand in his way or ask him fucking questions. He knew they were curious and worried, but fuck why were they putting the responsibility on him to be the bearer of disastrously shitty news? Did he seem like the type of person who handled emotional bullshit well?
He slammed the door to his room behind him as loudly as possible without actually breaking the door, ate his cold-ass leftovers, and dropped himself onto the bed.
And finally—finally—he cried.
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Eijiro was waiting for him when he opened his door the next morning. He almost slammed it shut again at the look on his face.
"What."
"Walk to class together? I can help fend people off." He offered. Katsuki studied him skeptically. "I heard you last night, man. We share a wall." Fantastic. Shitty Hair had heard him crying like a bitch. Spec-fucking-tacular. "And you're right, his business is confidential and it's not your responsibility to keep us updated."
"Like that'll stop the nerd squad from prying anyways," Katsuki grumbled, pulling his door shut behind him in acceptance of Eijiro's offer to be his human shield. They walked in silence most of the way, but fuck Eijiro was a good friend, so he knew what was coming next.
The redhead stopped him just outside the main entrance. "I'm only gonna ask this once because I know you'll blow me up if I go overboard," Eijiro stated. Katsuki tried hard not to crack a smile. "Are you okay?"
Katsuki stared at him for a long moment, considering his options. He could lie. He could tell him to fuck off. But Eijiro was a good friend. "No."
Eijiro looked surprised at the admission but schooled it down quickly. "Anything I can do?" Katsuki shook his head. "Well let me know if that changes, okay? I'm here for you Bakubro."
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LAOFT but make it a pregnancy romcom
okay so this is based both on this post and my pre-existing idea that gage witches can reproduce through magical parthenogenesis (self-cloning) and roman is a clone of abby and therefore a trans guy
so: let’s re-write laoft as a fairy tale pregnancy romcom
first change: virgil never got cursed. however, shortly after greta’s death, durant somehow tricked him into a semi-permanent banishment/exile from wickhills. trudi and may assumed his disappearance was grief-based and by the time they got concerned the trail was long cold.
so now, when roman is planning to make a deal for logan’s freedom, he instead semi-accidentally manages to summon virgil back instead, breaking his banishment.
roman makes a deal for logan’s freedom in return for his firstborn. not to keep, virgil assures him, but for virgil to be godfather to (he might still be missing trudi & may, oops)
however, virgil first has to win back his forest. it takes several years for him to do that, although in the interim he and roman meet sporadically in the clearing in the woods. as soon as he learns about logan and patton’s situations he insists on meeting them and helping to teach them about magic whenever he can
so basically, the entire group is a complete mess of pining and unrequitement angst
everyone thinks that different subsets of their friends are together and therefore “taken” and/or uninterested and/or unsuitable
roman thinks that l&v are endgame as the Fae Power Couple but that patton is pining for logan and would never choose roman over him
logan thinks that p&r are borderline-already-dating (and still has the immortal angst thing) but that virgil is way out of his league because Fae Politics
patton is aware that they all have a thing for each other but feels like he is out-of-place as the only non-magical being and fears that he doesn’t contribute anything to the group and he’s scared that if things change it will end with him being left behind
virgil is completely enamoured with all of them but would rather die than make them feel even 1% pressured and is thus physically incapable of making a move. also has no idea that the other three aren’t already dating.
this is where we’re at when virgil finally manages to help logan shake off the last threads of eirwen’s control
“my half of the deal is complete,” virgil says. “i guess there’s no reason we have to keep meeting up. unless you’re planning on having that baby any time soon.”
roman laughs, of course. but in the back of his mind he imagines having a baby – having virgil’s baby, a child for the two of them to share, and… well. that’s very much not a thought he minds having.
and thus, six weeks later: a positive pregnancy test.
roman, who is very much still a virgin: what the actual fuck.
roman now recalls the conversation with virgil and it takes on a very different tone. he assumes that this is his side of the deal which – was not what he expected, but okay that’s what you get with fae, clearly he and virgil misunderstood each other.
of COURSE he tells pat and lo fairly immediately, the only reason he doesn’t tell virgil is because he assumes it’s virgil’s fault
roman does not realise how describing the situation as “virgil’s fault” will sound to the others because roman does not have the sense god gave a goose
he does notice that the others seem shocked/upset but assumes they, like he, are pissed at virgil’s violation of boundaries (don’t get people pregnant without asking first! even if roman is… kinda into it, actually.)
logan & patton of course think that ro & v made the baby the old-fashioned way
patton is completely gut-punched. change has come without his permission and it doesn’t include him, he only just manages to hold it together long enough to make supportive noises.
logan of course is doing the “this is fine it is perfectly reasonable they can do whatever they want what do you mean i’m growing whatever-flowers-symbolise-jealousy everywhere”
virgil notices that EVERYONE is pissy and roman is showing symptoms and puts two and two together and gets twenty-five, i.e. assumes it’s an unplanned pregnancy between the three of them and there’s some dispute about what to do about it
(roman hasn’t even really thought about that, because even though he’s only about 19-20 there is a part of him that craves family that says “yes, this is what i want”)
(he hasn’t really thought about a plan because he just kinda… assumes that lo & pat & v will always be there for him. and also he would fight a grizzly bear armed with a spoon for this child already so even if they aren’t he will make it through on sheer Gage Stubbornness)
roman puts off telling may with the excuse that “she probably already knows” because he doesn’t want her to be disappointed in him
but everything is really weird and brittle in the friend group now and roman is Struggling a bit
and now he suddenly gets very scared that he might actually lose his friends and be alone raising this baby
(okay except mamaw but that’s Different, obviously)
roman breaks down one day b/c hormones and feeling overwhelmed and of course does it in the most awkward possible place: all over logan
logan is panicking a lot but he is trying his best to comfort roman and then roman sobs something about “didn’t even get to do the fun part of making babies -”
wait what
so roman explains the whole magic deal thing and logan is like Oh Okay I See, There There
two minutes later: logan kicks down virgil’s door like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO
virgil has never seen logan so pissed and he is genuinely a little scared
logan starts giving him the talking to of his LIFE and of course virgil has. no idea what he’s talking about.
fortunately this very quickly becomes apparent to logan who calms down and catches virgil up on the situation.
and okay, now everyone is very confused because Where Did This Baby Come From???
but you know what, that’s 3/4 of the group up to speed and we’ve barely had any misunderstandings so -
logan gives patton a call and says something about how they have to talk about roman’s baby and something about magic and pat is like “you’re a part of this?” and logan is like “of course i am”
patton’s worst fears confirmed: all three of them are involved, and he isn’t part of it. isn’t powerful enough for them, just a weak little human -
he hangs up the phone immediately because he doesn’t trust himself to speak any more
logan and virgil are FLIPPING OUT about the mystery baby. roman is pretty chill about it actually and gets downright pissed if either of them gets too close to insinuating that maybe the pregnancy is too dangerous…
also virgil is now fussing over roman so much “stress isn’t good for you right now” “you telling me that every five minutes is not helping my stress levels”
no-one really notices that… they were expecting patton to be joining them… several hours ago…
when they do realise there is a small argument of who should go over:
roman: “i think he’d rather hear this from you, specs”
logan: “you’re being ridiculous. he clearly prefers your company”
virgil: “uhhh…. does it make a difference? aren’t all three of you… y'know?”
ro & lo: “we’re WHAT NOW”
so yeah virgil spills the beans that they’re all hearteyes for each other and the other two are like “oh fuck” and go to patton together
(virgil stays behind… of course he does. he’s always the one left behind.)
logan and roman go to patton and tell him how important he is and roman winds up giving a big speech to both patton and logan about how he can’t imagine raising this baby without either of them there and he knows it’s a lot to ask but -
of course they are both on board. they have been since the moment roman told them the news.
(although logan makes a comment about how much he’s going to miss when he goes away to college, he’ll have to defer a couple of years -)
so yeah, a round of love confessions followed by a round of “uh. and virgil too, right?” “yeah of course.”
they all fall asleep crammed together in patton’s bed, finally at peace again.
mamaw comes to pick roman up the next morning like “you can’t stay out all night without telling me, not in your condition”
roman is Busted, of course she already knew, and she invites all four of the boys over for tea that afternoon to explain the Gage Parthenogenesis Witch Magic thing
(may does NOT know who the “father” is and would rather die than ask)
when she explains that it’s triggered by the witch wanting to have a baby badly enough, roman gets very very blushy and then goes outside and virgil follows and roman explains that it was the conversation they had about the deal that triggered all this
logan is like 5% jealous that it wasn’t him or patton but roman quickly points out that he’s had years of practise suppressing those thoughts about the others but much less exposure to virgil
virgil is Surprised Pikachu at roman’s confession
the others are Surprised Pikachu at his surprise
everyone gets together
roman gets fussed over and pampered for the rest of his pregnancy (to the point where he sometimes threatens to stab his loves if they don’t give him breathing room)
he gives birth to a healthy baby girl, linda, who very clearly takes after all four of them so that’s okay then. and is also a fae somehow, not a witch (shh its magic)
may grumbles a little about not having a Witch Heir and roman’s like “hey, we can do it all again in a few years”
and the others? are very okay with that.
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How does exactly healing in DA work? Is its power unlimited, or is it rather magical acceleration of natural healing process, so a mage can in a flash fix things that would take more time in normal circumstances? What can be healed by magic and what is impossible to heal? [mini-spoiler alert ahead!] I remember Fiona conjuring friendly spirits from Fade in Deep Roads to heal some injuries and broken bones, but how about ilnesses, poisons etc.? Is there any canon for healing process?
Hi Nonnie, this is a grand question. tbh I love getting Qs like this. (❁´◡`❁) pls feel free to send them to me folks if there’s stuff like this you’re wondering about.
This answer focuses on healing magic and spirit healing. One note is that there seem to be healing spells that don’t require the mage to be a spirit healer i.e. that don’t seem to require the assistance of a spirit, but not all non-spirit-healer mages have or know these spells (Adrian doesn’t for example). Another is that within the actual spirit healer discipline are the mages able to take healing and restoration far beyond a normal mage’s capabilities. We therefore infer that spirit-assisted healing magic is a lot more powerful. I’m not really focusing on stuff like “spirit healers in the lore are rare”, “the specific spirits they summon are […]” and “Wynne is especially powerful because she’s very accomplished, long-studied and bonded to Faith” because that’s getting off the question of canon for healing process.
Healing magic in DA is a bit odd/frustrating cause it’s not extensively detailed in terms of capabilities, limitations etc. It’s very spotty. It’s not even internally consistent, and there’s also the issue of gameplay/story segregation. What’s just gameplay mechanics? who can tell. Beyond some notes on the spirit healer spec and how it works in the lore which you can read on the DA wiki (they do indeed call benevolent spirits from the Fade to help like you mention with Fiona; there’s more detail on that process at the link), and what you can see from the healing spell skills present in the games (so their descriptions and what they look like when used in combat), it’s never really like… set out. So we kind of have to infer from examples from places like books and cutscenes and try to build a picture from there.
Here are some notable instances. It’s under a cut because parts of the post contain spoilers for Tevinter Nights and Blue Wraith.
In the Dragon Age Comic from IDW, the one about a mage called Gleam: A dwarf called Minderel has only has one arm, having lost the other. He injures his leg in a fight, and instructs Gleam in how to heal him. This is odd to me because he’s a dwarf (uhh how does he know how healing magic works?) and Gleam doesn’t have formal training in this kind of magic, she’s like 17 and was raised by a non-mage blacksmith on a farm, not in the Circle or by an apostate like mage Hawke… Anyways, she heals his leg, and like, in the process.. unintentionally regrows his entire freakin long-lost arm?? Healer mages can regrow lost limbs?? WAT? His new arm is half the size of what it should be, but it’s there and functioning. Would it be the right size if an experienced healer did it?? Honestly.. this entire segment was so totally random and ‘tha fuk?’ that I pretend it didn’t happen. This comic in general wasn’t good quality. It’s like the ugly stepchild of the DA comics. The one nobody ever speaks about. it has other nonsensical-by-existing-lore stuff in it (like it says dwarves can’t see in the dark, when they can). actually this comic is a hot mess lore wise and iirc even some of the actual DA writers (the comic was written by an outside person) were like uhmm yeah you guys can decide for yourselves if these are canon… lmao. so I tend to write this incident off as world-breaking third-tier nonsense, like the kid Eiton in Dragon Age Legends who was supposedly born Tranquil (that can’t happen) and go with the line of thinking that no, mages in DA cannot regrow long-lost limbs. You’d think that if they could, this would be like, mentioned? The world of Thedas would be different if this was a thing that was possible. Like, if this is possible, why does Neve Gallus have a metal prosthetic leg of dwarven make…? ok I guess maybe she just wanted one or they’re stronger or sth? but cmon… anyway It did happen in a canon material though, so folk can make up their own minds ofc. imo though the power of healing magic is limited, and this would really be something that is impossible to heal.
There’s a moment I adore in Blue Wraith. Francesca, who has quite unique nature/plant magic for a human (such magic is usually only seen among Dalish elves), is also able to use healing magic, tho she doesn’t seem to be a spirit healer (which is consistent with what I said above). Aaron’s horse, Cassé, gets injured in battle. from the looks of things it’s an injury which would get a horse put down in our world. (that’s less a comment on the severity of a leg injury and more a comment from a biological perspective about how.. weirdly delicate horses can be despite appearances and strength, and how their specific body structure and such means broken legs in horses have only a small chance for recovery) Aaron, knowing Fran is a powerful mage, says that she may be able to heal him. she does so, re-knitting his bone. she also used her magic to grow Embrium blossoms to calm him during the process. Her writers note that even Fran’s healing is supplemented by plant magic, and this makes her unique even amongst healers. Aaron calls this magnificent and comments that he hasn’t seen magic like that since his time with a group of Emerald Knight restorationist elves who he travelled with in the Dales, possibly implying that some elven mages do similar things. From Fran’s comment on bone re-knitting, which is what bone in our world is sometimes said to do when it’s healing from a break, it sounds like healing magic is magical acceleration of the natural healing process. this is supported when Rhys healing is described as “knitting flesh back together”. that also sounds like it’s basically mimicking a sped up version of how our bodies would naturally heal given time. I wouldn’t say mages can heal things in a flash, because we see different examples of mages leaning over their charges and there’s glowing light while it happens (Fran here, meeting Anders in DAII), so it does take a bit of time. but certainly it seems rather quick and is oodles faster than the time it would take in normal circumstances.
In Tevinter Nights, Myrion is a mage who knows a little healing magic, but isn’t a spirit healer. He talks about his friend Jasecca, who “worked with spirits” - she was a spirit healer. she taught him a few tricks. On the subject of the capabilities of healing magic - Jasecca once reattached a man’s hand after it had been chopped off, presumably like very soon after. this mimics surgical limb re-plantation in our world, where most patients need to have the limb reattached within hours of the injury.
In the same story Myrion’s healing of Strife, who was punched clean through his torso with a big Qunari arrow, gives a lil bit more insight of how healing magic works. Myrion uses magic to close the wound and Strife feels a humming warmth seep into his back. it seems like Myrion does this without calling on a spirit.
Isabela goes to Anders in DAII in order for a magical cure (or relief from the symptoms of?) a disease which is implied to be an STD.
In TME Dalish mage Mihris uses healing magic to reduce inflammation on Celene’s wound, which had been stitched up I think manually beforehand. her hand glowed with cool white light which made Michel’s skin crawl.
In the Dalish Origin after Mahariel has been Tainted by the mirror, they are delirious with fever after Duncan found them unconscious. Marethari used “the old magic to [apparently] heal” them from the sickness. She says it was difficult even for her magic to keep them alive. Merrill apparently knows a degree of this magic and would be able to increase Tamlen’s chances of making it back to camp alive if they found him. It transpires that Mahariel’s ‘recovery’ was only temporary. Marethari weakened the Taint but couldn’t cure it with her healing arts.
what’s super interesting is the healing and related capabilities of (ironically) blood magic. We’ve seen it extend lifespans and keep youth despite aging. We’ve seen it cleanse the freakin Blight. a mage called Seraphinian used his own blood to cure his lover from a “wasting disease”. it’s even implied somewhere that I can’t remember that blood magic can restore sight if you’ve gone blind. edit: thank you @pugfaced for the help/note on where this came from. per pugfaced in the notes below, this “implication that blood magic can help restore sight – there’s a senior enchanter in the mage origin in DAO who says his eyesight is bad, you can ask if there’s magical ways to fix that, and he says “not any magic i’d be caught dead doing””.
as you say there are also written examples in The Calling when Fiona uses her magic. these are fairly informative in terms of the frame of your question. here she heals herself from fairly serious wounds (arrows in her stomach):
With a wave of a hand, a warm blue glow suddenly suffused her entire body. She gasped out loud as the pain was lifted from her, arching her back as the magic worked its way through her body. Maric watched, impressed, as several of the smaller cuts along her arms slowly closed and healed. When the spell was finished, the glow disappeared and Fiona collapsed limply.
this isn’t the only instance of a spirit healer healing themselves outside of gameplay. Rhys does the same thing in Asunder.
back to Fiona, here the limit seems to be the limits of Fiona’s power, i.e. her remaining strength and magical reserves, mana reserves. (she was exhausted at the time and they’d just been in a big ass fight). she drinks what seems to be a lyrium potion after in order to regain strength enough to then go on to heal some of the injuries the rest of her party sustained. The book notes that the magic she provides had its limitations. whether that’s of Fiona’s power specifically or of healing magic in general isn’t clear, but I lean towards the latter, because Fiona is a powerful and capable mage. We’re told it can mend flesh, stem bleeding and restore a degree of health, but that severe wounds were beyond her ability to heal. She wasn’t able to heal Julien’s broken arm, or Nicolas’ internal injuries. her own injuries were not fully healed. Maric’s twisted leg feels better immediately, but not completely repaired.
Her tone was gruff but her fingers were gentle, brushing his skin lightly as the tingle of her magic began to wash through him. He tried not to stare at her, and instead concentrated on the aura of sapphire light that surrounded him.
some further description of what it feels like to receive. the glowing blue light is the most common theme.
here I’ll note that it’s not clear if this sort of partial healing is typical, as in this is the lore saying “healing magic is good but has limits, it’s not like a mage does the glowy blue light on your wound and you’re in brilliant shape again”, or whether it’s limited here because Fiona was so exhausted and also having to like “ration out” her power and heal her party members each just a bit, if that makes sense, as most of them had sustained pretty intense injuries.
healing magic clearly significantly sap’s the user’s strength. we see this in Fiona, in Asunder after healing Rhys Wynne is pale and drawn, we see it when we meet Anders in DA2 and he’s wobbly after healing the boy. these facts lead me to believe that the way healing magic is just flung around in battle willy-nilly in-game when we play in DAO and DAII is not.. truly representative of how it works in the setting. imo it probably requires a lot of focus and is more tiring than more usual forms of battle-magic like flinging a fireball. there are totally points in these books when Fiona etc do it in battle. but I think it’s hard and not at all like how it plays out in game.
later we see more of healing magic’s hard limits. in this bit I’m confident it’s a limit of healing magic itself, not of Fiona’s specific abilities, because at this point iirc she wasn’t injured herself and wasn’t like super exhausted. Julien lies mangled and probably died of a broken neck. Fiona pours magic into the body,
but very little seemed to be happening. Some of the gaping wounds on Julien’s body were closing, but no color was being restored to his pale skin and he didn’t move at all.
She keeps trying but he’s clearly dead… :’( reading the death of Julien always makes me teary, shit..
As Genevieve bluntly puts it, magic can’t bring someone back from the dead. although it can clearly mend flesh wounds on a recently-deceased corpse, presumably because at this point the tissue itself, purely mechanically, is still warm and ‘living’ enough in order for there to be an effect. This is reinforced in Asunder when someone dies. Even summoning healing spirits won’t wake the dead.
[Wynne] desperately summoned healing spirits to mend the woman’s injuries, but the magic she poured into the body was pointless. The woman was dead and gone
the same thing happens again when Evangeline dies. this one echoes what happened with Julien - her flesh knits and wounds close, but she doesn’t come back to life (not until Wynne gives her Faith obviously and dies herself).
There’s also a bit more info in Asunder. Evangeline gets injured in a fight. she gets burned, inhales smoke, cracks her head off the floor, is made dizzy. force magic had also knocked the breath out of her and her body got kinda battered as she crashed to the ground. she passes out and Leli has a mage heal her.
Despite the healing magic, it still felt as if her bones were covered in bruises and her lungs filled with soot.
Magic can’t do everything, she reminded herself.
this excerpt lends credence to the notion that healing magic doesn’t heal injuries perfectly and people still feel pained and aren’t 100% healed after.
There’s a limit to healing oneself - Rhys can’t do it at one point when he’s too hurt.
Rhys tried to summon mana to heal himself. He closed his eyes and concentrated, but the pain was simply too great. It was a white blaze he just couldn’t fight his way past, and trying only made it worse. He doubled over, the light-headedness threatening to make him swoon.
I will also say that all magics in general seem to be more developed and so forth in Tevinter due to the lack of restraints on mages / lack of distrust of magic. I therefore think it’s reasonable to infer that healing magic too is more powerful and advanced/capable in Tevinter, especially with the prevalence of blood magic there (see section on blood magic above).
Umm so let’s recap/summarize because this has become a whole ass thing…
There are healing spells / healing magics that do not require the mage to be a spirit healer. Not all mages have or know these spells.
Spirit healers are far more powerful and capable at healing, thanks to the assistance of spirits. A bit more detail on how getting the spirits to help works and how one might become a spirit healer etc in the lore is found in the DA wiki article on spirit healers.
Healing magic and indeed medicinal practises in general in DA is frustrating because it’s spotty. Canon specifics and details on the healing process are thin on the ground and not well or clearly set out. Some of it is also inconsistent. Most of what we know is from isolated examples. We have a limited picture built mostly from those examples. We also contend with gameplay-story segregation - how much of the healing magic skill descriptions in-game and the way they play out on screen in front of us holds true for how healing magic truly works in the setting?
From what we can seem to tell however, its power is not unlimited. It seems to largely be a magical acceleration of the natural healing process. It’s not done in a flash, but it is of course a lot quicker than mundane methods or unassisted healing.
Examples of what is possible to heal/do with healing magic: regrowing a long-lost limb [?], re-knitting bone, knitting flesh back together, growing specific blossoms in the ground at the time to calm the patient while he’s being healed [rare], reattaching body parts soon after they’ve been chopped off, cure or help with a disease which is implied to be a sexually transmitted disease, heal oneself even when badly injured, restore health, stem bleeding, close wounds, close flesh wounds on a recently-deceased corpse, help with burns and smoke inhalation, dull pain, reduce inflammation.
Notes on the above: The regrowing a long-lost limb is super questionable. The segment it occurs in doesn’t make sense as a whole. This segment is from a poor quality source that gets a bunch of other lore stuff wrong. The source is such that even some of the dev-writers are like “umm.. yeah.. nvm probably” about it, lol. imo this would be impossible to do. The growing of flowers to assist is technically healing being supplemented by plant magic. This is a rare skill or thing to do that makes its human user unique even amongst human healers, but might also be something found among Dalish elves. The reattaching of a body part was done by a Tevinter spirit healer. I imagine that healing magic, like other kinds of magic, in a general sense is more advanced/capable in Tevinter, due to the lack of restrictions on mages.
Blood magic can also be used to heal. We’ve seen it extend lifespans, maintain youth, cure a wasting disease, and cleanse the Blight from both inanimate and organic/living objects. Lore implies blood magic could also restore sight after having gone blind. These instances of blood magic curing a disease and cleansing Blight are pretty much the only things that we know of currently that spring to mind at this time as regards the illnesses and poisons part of your question (aside from the STD).
On canon for the healing process - basically magic flows from the healer to the patient (they can either touch them or hover their hands over them it seems), there’s a blue/white glow or aura, the patient feels suffused with warmth as magic flows through their body. Wounds then slowly seal and such. Pouring magic into a dead body is pointless.
On limits: the healer’s individual power, their strength reserves, their mana reserves. Healing saps them and they can’t do it if they’re exhausted. Anders becomes woozy in a cutscene and Wynne becomes pale and drawn after an instance, for example.We’re also told healing magic has limitations multiple times. There are some examples of this which I think are partially due to Fiona’s exhausted injured state and number of patients at the time, but also partially due to the natural limitations of healing magic. Severe wounds were beyond her ability; she couldn’t heal a broken arm; she couldn’t heal internal injuries; some of her work left people feeling better but not fully repaired; some of her own wounds were not fully healed. In a general sense it does seem that healing magic doesn’t heal injuries perfectly and people still feel pained and not 100% after. It mostly seems like superficial healing. Further hard limits are not being able to bring back someone from the dead, even if flesh wounds on their corpse close over and you have the help of healing spirits (which would imply rez spells in-game are not rezzing dead chars but knocked out ppl or something, or that it’s purely a mechanic), and not being able to heal oneself if you’re in too much pain.
Also, no magical artifact can do something that a spell cannot do. In Tevinter Nights the healing bauble Bharv stole heals his injuries and closes his wounds til they’re purple welts. It also smooths the skin of one hand til it looks 10 years younger, and earlier on it didn’t close a wound he had on his stomach but it dulled the pain from a sear to a dull throb. The amulet couldn’t rez Elim from the dead. These things are consistent with the capabilities of healing magic as explored in this post.
Hope this helps you Nonnie. :)
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A regular guy’s experience with a military graded phone and why you might want one
The Ulefone Armor 7 Pro is a smartphone designed for adventurers, construction workers and people who are routinely exposed to conditions that would endanger most modern devices. I’m not any of those things, but I still think it was the right choice for me, and it might just suit you too.
What use has a normal guy like me for a phone built to withstand such extreme conditions? I’m no couch potato, I regularly ride my bike to work and back, enjoy the occasional trekking and camping trip and walk around my city a fair bit. Even so, that is a far cry from the kind of person this phone was designed for.
After all, the Ulefone Armor X7 Pro has a IP-68 and a MIL-STD-810G rating, which means it can literally survive for a day buried under a meter of concrete, withstand half an hour under 1.5 meters of water, its completely sealed to dust or sand, and a bunch of other characteristics you can read about here. Essentially, it’s build to last.
About this review
This article is not intended to be a thorough technical review of the phone, but rather a list of reasons why I think it might suit you even if you are not the intended target for it. Therefore I will only go through some of the most important specs, highlighting what I personally consider relevant.
If you wish to know the full technical details you can visit the official Ulefone site or search for a traditional review. If you wish to skip to my conclusion, where I explain why this is also a great phone for normal users, scroll to the end.
Ulefone Armor 7 Pro specs
CPU: Mediatek Helio A20 1.8GHz
RAM: 4Gb
Storage: 32Gb (expandable)
OS: Android 10
Screen: 5’’
Back Camera: 13Mbx
Front Camera: 5Mpx
Battery: 4000 mAh
Size: 150 x 78,9 x 14,6 mm
Has NFC
Micro-usb charging
Okay, now that we listed the technical details, let’s consider what each of them brings to the table and how the final product behaves.
Slow and steady
If you are looking for a fast snappy phone with which you can simultaneously scroll through Instagram, watch a video with picture in picture mode, and have a graphic intensive game waiting for you in the background, this isn’t it. Nor is this the price range you should be aiming at.
The Armor Mediatek Helio A20 processor, with a frequency of 1.8GHz, isn’t anything to write home about. And the 4GB of RAM, though an improvement on previous models, pales in comparison to what even mid-range phones pack these days.
And you know what? That’s actually perfectly fine. The purpose of this phone isn’t to win any race, but rather to get the job done. And that it does.
I need my phone to perform what has become over the years a pretty basic list of tasks: social media, document editing, internet browsing, music and video streaming, taking some pics, and basic photo and video editing.
The Ulefone Armor 7 Pro is able to do any of those tasks without issues, even when I need to open two or three apps in the background. Yes, it does get a bit slow or even freezes for a couple of seconds from time to time, but not enough for it to interrupt my experience.
Battery life
Back when smartphones were a new thing, we used to complain about their battery life bitterly. Habituated to our old not so bright devices whose batteries lasted for days, we felt that the tradeoff wasn’t always worth it. Yes, we were now the proud owners of mind-boggling phones that could perform amazing tasks for us. But use them for a couple of hours and you better find somewhere to charge them (and have the time to wait for that to be done).
Luckily, smartphones are getting better at this by the iteration. With its 4000mAh battery, the Ulefone Armor 7 Pro is just another contender in the race for autonomy.
According to my digital wellbeing app, I’ve been using it an average of four and a half hours per day. That’s a lot. It actually puts me in the top 20% of screen time, but being excited for my new gadget and having to do this review I feel a bit justified.
Even so, I usually have at least 30% of the battery left when I finish my day, if not more. And, on the occasions I don’t use it as much, I can go two days without having to think about charging.
At a time when we are seeing affordable phones with 5000mAh of battery that can last up to three days without charge and that have better performance, the Armor X7 Pro’s battery life certainly won’t make any headlines, but it’s still a great perk for the price.
The Ulefone X7 Pro camera
As I said, one of the tasks I need my phone to perform on a daily basis is taking pictures. With a 13 megapixels main camera, a 5 megapixel front camera, and pro, night and underwater modes, the Armor X7 Pro it’s barely able to keep up with today’s standards.
I know, I know, nobody is buying it to start a photography career. But still, I was expecting a bit more, even from those low specs. Truth be told, the night mode usually just ruins the colors in most pictures and the pro mode feels terribly lacking. I still haven’t tried the underwater mode.
The first picture is taken on normal mode, the second with night mode. This kind of open dimly light landscape is the only instance where I found the night mode actually improved the result.
Pro tip: make sure to disable the Ulefone watermark, as I clearly didn’t.
Normal mode:
With night mode:
If your only purpose is to take casual photos for your personal social media, then the Armor X7 Pro will do the trick, but anything more than that and you will need to look somewhere else.
Other details and utilities
There’s a lot to say about this phone. From its unique set of apps to its thick rubber encasing. But, for the sake of brevity, I’ll just go through some of the features that I have noticed more in its daily usage.
Custom button
After using Motorola -and it’s amazing gestures- for years, I was afraid I would have too much of a hard time getting used to another brand. Luckily the Ulefone Armor X7 Pro comes with a custom key on its left side that can be programmed to do up to three different tasks. I have it set just to two: opening the camera and the flashlight. Simple, but incredibly useful.
NFC
A surprising number of middle-range phones lack this feature. But not the Armor X7 Pro, and I’m incredibly grateful for it.
Headphone Jack lids
In order to withstand an hour under 1.2 meters of water, the phone is completely sealed off. That includes the headphone jack, the charger plug, and the sim tray, which are all protected by thick rubber lids. Unfortunately, said lids are difficult to open without the dedicated tool Ulefone includes in the package.
This tool, while useful, is rather small and prone to getting lost. I have resorted to knives, forks, screwdrivers, and other such tools to open them, including my own nails (which I do not recommend).
Sadly, on a couple of occasions where my nails were trimmed and I had nothing pointy with me, I could open the headphone jack at all and resigned myself to just listening to the surroundings.
Though I understand the importance of this protection, I wish Ulefone had thought about some way of opening these lids without that tool. Or maybe even a way to carry it in the phone itself without fear of losing it.
Speakers
Oh my god are they loud! I really haven’t used my wireless speakers since I have this phone. Of course, it doesn’t have the same quality or sound level, but it’s more than enough for most situations.
Why I recommend the Ulefone Armor X7 Pro
Simply put, this is a phone for people that don’t want to worry at all about their phones. Which isn’t a new concept at all. The market for minimalist phones is growing as people realize that some device’s specs are so good they end up getting into the way of life.
And, while the Armor X7 Pro probably wasn’t designed with this in mind, it achieves it in an awesome and unique way.
First of all, its specs are good enough for the vast majority of tasks people normally need their phones to perform, while at the same time not being so appealing that they demand your constant attention.
Use it normally and you’ll have no problems, use it intensely and its shortcomings will start to annoy you. It might not be ideal, but it’s a great way to reduce your screen time (at least when you don’t have to write a review about it).
On the other hand, its ridiculous resistance to water, falls, pressure, and temperature, makes it so I don’t have to worry about breaking the thing. I’m not a particularly clumsy person, but I have been known to break a phone or two, so this is important to me.
Now, with the Armor X7 Pro, I just leave my phone anywhere, with almost no worries about its safety. If it can go through the 29 tests needed to get the MIL-STD-810G certification, It can withstand a fall while I’m riding my bike, the playful (and sticky) hands of my nephews, or having a pint of beer accidentally poured over it on a Friday night.
As long as it doesn’t get stolen, it will probably be with me for however long I want it to.
And I got all of this for just over a 100 euros on eBay -you can get it cheaper in Banggood, if you are willing to wait a bit longer. Really, I don’t think theres another phone that can deliver all of this by that price.
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Time After Time
part 3
Masterlist, Part1, Part 2
A/N okay I apologise for this chapter being sort of short, I think there will be like another 3 or 4 after this but enjoy.
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This bliss seemed to last the whole 3 years. You and Ambrose seemed to be joined together by fate. The two of you participated in Lupercalia once, in your last year but again it wasn’t the best night the two of you had together. Lilac’s course was an extra year due to her indiscretions leading her to fail the potion class which she decided to retake so the two of you had remained close.
She acted as the family you didn’t have, excusing Angelica, and Tom became a close friend. You hadn’t spoken to your mother at all, your father at least once a month but even keeping to that seemed difficult due to how busy the both of you were. Your parents had divorced, that seeming like the best option and your father had moved back to his old home, a relic on the edge of the witch’s territory.
Jude had yet to take his place as high priest and therefore although you could have visited you decided against it. The hostility that would have come from the community especially your mother would have been too much and whereas if you went alone it would have been bad, taking Ambrose would have been even worse.
Your time at the school was calm, as normal as you would expect it to be, you kept to the curfew after that night and kept the Friday tradition of going to the river. The weather was always good there, the sky blue and just warm enough. Above all Ambrose made you feel safe and at home, never bored because he would always be around the corner with somewhere new to explore or something new to talk about. Overall, you would argue that it was the best 3 years of your life. You had grown and matured and your relationship by most standards was pretty perfect.
The only thing is that he had yet to introduce you to any of his family. Although close to his aunts who had agreed to house you after your course, you had yet to see let alone meet them. His uncle, as distant as he is didn’t seem bothered about you either.
It was days after your final piece was due, you were now waiting for the results of your efforts. Ambrose had tried to keep you as occupied as he could after you had submitted it but you both had given up after day two and decided to stay in the house until you go the letter. You were comfortable snuggled into Ambrose’s shoulder as he was turned away from you. Your hands drew patterns across his chest and stomach, still in a sleepy haze.
“I am probably the most skilled person you have ever met when it comes to apparitions” He mumbled turning to you with a playful smirk.
“You are an arrogant man and I hope this lie haunts you forever.” You said offering him a lazy smile.
“Stop being so dramatic. I am probably the best in the house at apparitions.” He pulled you closer, one of his hands resting on your cheek.
“Look, I have gotten better so that is actually a gross overstatement of your abilities.” He pulled you onto of him, making you gasp and giggle. You gave him a quick peck before moving out of his arms.
“Prove it.” He said. Raising your eyebrow slightly, you conjured a set of fish almost identical to the ones in the river where you first met. They swam close to him and then in a spiral moving towards the ceiling and then back down to circle him and dissipate near the floor.
“Okay, I admit, you have gotten better. But I also have.” He raised his hands muttering under his breath. Schools of fish filled the room, chasing each other and moving in circles around you. He included coral and seaweed on the floor and a bigger fish at towards the ceiling. Although the room itself was small, the abundance of glowing fish made it seem marginally larger.
Your eyes were full of wonder staring at them, but while the apparitions themselves took a large amount of concentration he was focussed on you and your reactions. Truthfully, he had been trying to do this at this scale for a year now, it’s more difficult when you have no visible reference to go back to. More so if you haven’t got material of the whatever you are trying to replicate. The look on your face was worth the trouble.
You two had stayed together as a pair the entire day showing each other small charms and spells while gorging on fruits and wine. It was truly a day to remember and you did years later when it mattered the most.
The following day brought the results of your final piece. While the marks weren’t as high as you were hoping, you passed and that was enough. When you had received the letter from the academy for gifted students, Ambrose had been quick to wrap his arms around you, lips against your hair. He had read through the piece itself and being a prodigy himself he was beyond proud of you. His exacts words were “This includes such precision in emotion, you really must have drawn from your own experience. It is raw and authentic which is something you cannot teach. It’s good, and I’m not just saying that because I love you”
The following day consisted of you and him packing. You had already booked a place on a boat back to America feeling the urge to go back to a warmer country. Although you had learned to love many aspects of your time here, the weather was not it. You didn’t think you would ever get used to the constant change, you could never just look at the sky and conclude that it would not rain today because an hour later you would be soaked and an hour after that there could be such intense heat you would think you were in Egypt.
You also had decided to move in with Ambrose. The Aunties were happy to have you and his uncle was happy to have you join the coven. Although bittersweet to some degree you had spoken with your dad who was happy with the outcome, after you had promised to visit him.
The three-day journey to the docks was overall grimy and boring. Although Ambrose did his best to keep you as occupied as he could, his love of napping and your inability to get comfortable in the carriage meant that you for at least 4 hours each day you had no company, so you wrote. A habit you picked up when you started the course in order to both practise and fill time when you had little to do. Most of it was nonsense, sometimes you would come out with the odd poem you were proud of but other times it was just a collection of nothing.
Unloading to put on the boat which Ambrose had insisted on doing himself and waiting around for the boat to actually leave itself had given you time to sort out your thought of the last 3 days. You had filled the notebook with mostly nonsense thoughts which you tore out unless the brought back a specific feeling you wanted to remember. You set your notebook down on the cabin and passed out the minute your head hit the bed in your cabin.
Ambrose had wanted to see the boat go off, so he didn’t join you until later when you were already asleep. Still feeling awake due to him napping not 3 hours earlier he pottered around the cabin. At first, picking up a book from the bottom of your trunk but he soon turned his attention to the stuffed notebook on the desk.
He sifted through it settling on one which he had actually watched you write.
Like horses, they rode into the sun as if they knew nothing was wrong,
But when hand in hand they appeared with passion and the whole universe turned to gather.
They watched the star's fashion a rope to tether themselves together.
And when they died, they watched as the stars burned brighter than forever.
And when there was not a spec left the universe still remembered,
The two broken stars who went into the sun and came out together.
He pocketed the paper thinking that you wouldn’t miss it that much with all the other things in there and how he watched you throw out half the things you wrote. He thought you were good, he thought you were more than good. Probably better than himself though he would never admit that. He found it unfair that your gender had prohibited you from studying at Oxford, more so that even at the witch’s school you had not been judged fairly due to you being better than the male students. Although you kept with tradition and still did mostly what seemed as more feminine subjects, it wasn’t unusual to find women in the writing course or the conjuring course and therefore it would make sense that by this point they would judge fairly but they had not.
In his opinion, you were robbed of a distinction but of course, he was biased. He saw everything you did as perfect, better than perfect and connected deeply with all the writing. Most likely because it was often about him, but when it was ambiguous enough you didn’t admit that, saying something along the lines of “I was embodying the character of that book I was reading.”
He looked over at your sleeping form, eyes full of warmth and adoration. Your head was snuggled into the pillow. You couldn’t have been comfortable, with the terrible wooden bed so with a spell he piled you up on an artificial mattress. His Aunt Hilda had taught him to do it a few years ago for this exact reason, something about moss feeling like a cloud underneath you.
You hadn’t met either of them yet, but after 3 years of knowing Ambrose, they felt like they knew you. He had mentioned you in every one of his letters since you had met, and you featured in every mirror conversation he had with them. They had been ecstatic when he told them you two were together, even Zelda squealed a little in excitement. Definitely overshadowed by Hilda’s own joy.
It was for this reason that he took your hand mirror and opened a link to Hilda’s own mirror. She was greeted by Zelda who had been expecting him.
“Sorry dear, Hilda is just writing a list of questions so that she knows what to cook Y/N when she gets here.” Zelda had a sly smirk on her face.
“It’s good to see you too auntie. Is there anything you would like to ask before we get there,” you shuffled slightly in your sleep getting used to the new noise of quiet conversation among the sound of the sea.
“Yes well. What is her favourite colour, we cannot have her feeling uncomfortable in her own room?” Zelda lit a pipe holding it to her lips before blowing out and obscuring his view.
“Peach but I don’t think that matters. She can just sleep in my room, with me.” Ambrose said after a few beats.
“No that won’t do. Your room still doesn’t have a bed and I will not have you having sex in my house.” Zelda’s eyes twinkled slightly despite her blunt wording.
“We are witches and warlocks what about Lupercalia. Isn’t sexuality encouraged?” Ambrose himself shared the same twinkle. Hilda entered the room a moment after.
“I suppose your right” Zelda said nothing more moving to let her sister sit closer to the mirror.
“Okay well first of all hello Ambrose. Is that her in the back, ooo, she’s pretty, move the mirror a little.” He moved the mirror upwards and turned it around giving them a full view of you. You were in the same position as before, face slightly obscured by the pillow.
“Yes, she is pretty, more so when you can see her whole face,” He chuckled lightly as if remembering a moment.
Hilda put him out of his daze shuffling her paper slightly and frowning to herself, “Okay well does she eat meat.”
“Yes.” His gaze was more towards you than Hilda himself. He often did this in the morning. Even though he loves his sleep, he somehow still manages to wake up a good hour earlier than you. Sometimes he’ll just sit for the full hour staring and thinking, other times you wake up because of his stare but most of the time he writes.
You never seem to see what he writes even though at times you watch him do it, he even reads some pieces out to you but the various notebooks that he actually writes them in you can never find. Not that you were looking.
Zelda and Hilda had gotten into a little spat, so Ambrose was free to lose himself in you, “Ambrose, just what doesn’t she eat. That would be an easier question.” Zelda said clearly, overtaking Hilda’s small protests.
“Nothing, she isn’t that keen on pork but not so much that she wouldn’t eat it if given to her,” Zelda gave her sister a stern look and got up to leave. The two said their goodbyes to him, Hilda promising to make a magnificent meal.
He felt the need to be close to you after that, huddling behind your body, he put an arm over your stomach, you snuggle deeper into him with a soft hum. The sway of the ship and warmth of your bodies on each other lulled you both to sleep.
The journey from there seemed to come so much quicker than you would have hoped. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of the Spellman household, while Ambrose was shaking with what you thought was anticipation, you were so lightheaded if it wasn’t for Ambrose’s grip on you, you probably would have fallen over.
The door opened before he could reach to knock, revealing a blonde woman with a large smile. “Ambrose darling and you must be Y/N” It was as if her smile healed you because you perked up immediately.
“Yes, that is me. Aunt Hilda right” A shy smile revealed itself as Ambrose held your hand a little tighter.
“Yes. By Satan’s horns, you are so pretty. You really weren’t lying Ambrose. She’s like a doll.” You giggled slightly at the compliment, another figure this time red-headed emerging behind her.
“Let’s not scare her before she enters the house Hilda and stop smothering her.” Zelda had a teasing smile on her face, leading the two of you into the house with your luggage floating an inch off the ground next to you.
Ambrose put a reassuring hand on your back and gave you a quick peck before walking a couple steps in front of you. Selene wrapped herself tighter on your arm mirroring your own nervousness.
The evening consisted of you unpacking, a quick meal of beef stew from Hilda but no visit from Ambrose’s uncle who had said he was going to be there. Ambrose didn’t seem fussed about it but you held his and the whole way through dinner regardless.
By the time you were settled in bed, you were beyond knackered. The sky was pitch black, the moon not offering a soft glow that night which did little to ease your nervousness. You fell asleep easily in your own room and remained in a dreamless slumber the entirety of the night.
When you woke it seemed to be about midday, Ambrose choosing not to wake you since you seemed so tired. You wrapped yourself with one of his robes and proceeded downstairs to the kitchen. A man in a suit with a mischievous but inviting smile was sitting at the table opposite Ambrose on the table you ate dinner. Zelda was sitting on his left, but Hilda was nowhere to be seen.
You walked down carefully not to disturb the conversation, pulling the robe tighter around you and settling down on Ambrose’s right putting a hand on his shoulder so he knew you were there. He put a hand almost passively on your thigh under the table the conversation stopping.
You put a handout and introduced yourself, he did the same offering you a soft smile when he took your hand. He was Ambrose’s uncle Edward. The reason he gave to missing dinner was that he was in a meeting, but the way Ambrose explained to you while he looked with the same smile suggested otherwise.
Edward had asked about your schooling with a distant interest which led to an hour-long conversation which seemed to make Ambrose increasingly uncomfortable and leading to Zelda practically throwing him out of the house with the guise that he had another meeting.
You turned to him with a worried expression, “Ambrose what did I miss. What did he say?”
He seemed to contemplate something for a moment, his fingers drumming on the table lightly before he answered. “He isn’t exactly happy that I stayed for such a long time with no actual purpose. He’ll be okay in a few days. Anyways you said we would go to meet Angelica next week and then you wanted to go across to Central America for a year.”
“Yeah, there’s a coven of witches somewhere there who are experts in healing charms and herbology whom I’d like to do research with.”
“Central America is a big place to look for a small coven.” Although he didn’t seem distant in the conversation there still seemed to be something weighing on him.
“That is why we are going to see my sister, she studied there during my second year. She said she would set us up and whatever and I’m getting way too ahead of myself, aren’t I?”
He chuckled lightly and kissed your head, “No. Well yes but we already agreed that you were going but I got an offer to go to Rome for something or another. I really want to go, and it would make sense since that coven is basically all women and its more your forte than mine.”
You cut him off with a peck, “That’s fine, it works out great, are you going to go for the full year or?”
“Yeah, yeah the full year. I’ll go with you to meet Angelica but after that, we shall diverge.”
You hummed lightly and finished your tea.
The next week was comfortable for you. In a way you felt more at home than you ever had, staying with the aunties had given you new people to know and a new environment to explore. It seemed like the beginning of a journey that you were happy to take.
Ambrose seemed a little distant but his happiness to see you never wavered, he was just busy with something which is the excuse he gave to you, but you didn’t push. You had yet to see his uncle again, but it seemed for the best like the aunties were deliberately ushering you around so you wouldn’t run into him.
The day it came for the two of you to leave it didn’t seem any different, the aunties said goodbye with sincerity and the two of you left to meet your sister.
The journey seemed longer than expected but easy once you passed into central America. She was staying in a small town by the border to meet you, but it seemed more like a village. The locals were kind and you found your way to her quickly.
She opened the door like she had sensed you there and ushered you inside out of the heat. “So, my favourite siblings how good it is to see you after all this time.”
You both raised an eyebrow at her remark but neither of you commented on it.” Well,, Angelica, we spoke yesterday, and I was busy packing. Also, I’m your only sibling, I have to be your favourite.”
“Yeah well you make it rather difficult,” she said with a smirk. Before you were able to respond she addressed Ambrose with a much more serious tone. “So, you’re leaving us for Rome then?”
“Yup, I’m leaving tomorrow when you go on your way to the coven.” Angelica seemed unnerved about his statement and shuffled uncomfortably in her seat.
“Just be careful. I don’t have a good feeling about Europe in general in all honesty.” You both looked at her in a little confusion but after a second Angelicas, serious nature seemed to dissipate as quickly as it appeared, and her friendly nature was back.
The three of you spoke a little but retired to bed early. Ambrose had left before you woke up but kissed your forehead and left a note saying that he loved you before he left. You couldn’t help but feel as if there was something wrong but didn’t think too much of it.
You left that day, starting off by car and then moving on foot for the remainder of the journey. It took you about 2 days to get there and you were greeted by women from all different places.
The women held a feast for the two of you and your education started the next day. It was done in three components, the first being herbs, mixtures and whatnot. Your teacher reminded you a lot of Hilda, she was smart and kind, forever with a warm smile on her face. The second was hexing, turns out while also wreaking havoc they could be used for good if you knew what to do. The third was summoning, although demon summoning was something you were familiar with there were, any other beings that you could summon that would be of a different help.
Your first week was spent learning these things, with no word from Ambrose. The aunties hadn’t heard from him either which made you worry a little, but it had only been a week. The next couple of weeks were the same. You had joined Angelica with taking over responsibilities of day to day living and settled in well there. Everyone was kind and loving and you felt very much at home here.
You had spoken to Ambrose twice, he seemed distant but about the same as usual. You again thought nothing of it which should have been the first clue that something was wrong.
You had been at the coven for about half a year when the aunties contacted you. Ambrose and you had spoken once a week, up until it became once every two weeks and every now and again, he forgot. The distance between you two had dissipated but he was still distracted.
You hadn’t heard from him for 3 weeks when the aunties told you to come back. You got back to their house in record time. The women of the coven said that you were welcome back any time and let you leave with a gentle understanding of why. Angelica said that she would leave in a week to her small apartment near you to be there if you needed her.
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[Ummm…So yeah theres this…]
[Staring a king Xenomorph kinda?plus space station Au]
You had to admit thatwhen you signed up to leave your life behind to live on a multi species spacestation you had expected to be given a better job seeing as you had a prettyexpensive degree. Though here you were organizing computer files and deliveringmail like you didn’t waste years of your life on earth studying just so youcould get the chance to come out here.
You had been convinced thisspace station was all fun and interspecies romance though every alien you hadmet was either planning on using you or just an asshole. You had made a fewfriends who had alien s/o’s though which was kind of interesting to see them interreact.Especially your one coworker who is engaged to a very important engineer andits rumored their relationship might actually bridge peace between humans andengineers for years to come cause of some fairy tale bullshit.
You honestly were toojealous to listen when they spoke so highly of her as you so desperately wishedthat was you.
With a sigh you madeyour way home shouldering your bag as you sulked past the crowds of people toyour tiny apartment. Punching in your room number you step inside and throwyour bag down flopping down on your futon staring up at the dull ceiling.
Frustrated you slam yourfist into the wall next to you only for the ceiling vent to pop open andsomething to come crashing into your room. You screamed leaping over the backof your futon as you see the large xeno unfurled itself its terrifying headswaying about as it sniffed the air.
You were to say theleast scared shitless as you had heard war stories from some yautja before whohad lost veterans fighting some of these things claiming they were the ultimateprey as they were terrifying hunters.
You knew you had to tellsome body as an infestation of these things would kill the entire station in days.
You glance to the door convincedyou could make it, You took when step and it was upon you looming in your pathas drool leaked from its maw.
It glared down at youseeming to snarl before softening its appearance hunkering down to smell youpressing its face into the crook of your neck.
Too afraid to run youstayed there with the Xeno as it curled around you seeming to purr as itnuzzled into you.
The xeno stayed with youfor the whole night staying right at your side as you sat and tried to get somekind of answers from it. You were shocked to find it understood you and that itwould answer appropriately to questions you asked it. Nodding and shaking theirhead in response.
It was well into thenight and you had work the next morning so you explained as best you could tothem and they understood moving out of the way as you set up your bed andcurled up.
You were almost asleepwhen you felt them curl up at your feet their tail curling around you almostprotectively as you slept the few hours you had left.
When you woke up theXeno was still there sat on the counter to your small cooking area hunched overin the tiny window obviously too small for this room in general.
Seeing the time on the wallyou wasted no time getting ready for work. Just before you ran out the door youstopped looking at your Xeno sat patiently on the couch watching you.
“Stay hidden okay.” Youinstructed and they nodded before you said your farewell and headed out for work.
You had made it all theway to your lunch break until you noticed some of the Yautja were looking atyou funny some even avoiding you when you walked past. You had intitallychalked it up to them being rude that was until one of your co-workers’husbands came in during lunch and snorted as you walked past looking at youwith a shocked expression.
Pausing as he stepped in front of you, youglance up at him as he looked you over with a critical eye.
“Miss have you been to Orikai6 recently?” he asked innocently enough and you shook your head confused.
You flinched when hedragged him finger over your cheek and you were surprised to see the tiniestspec of your Xenos dried drool on his finger.
“Then you have some seriousexplaining to do miss” He growled waving in two security guards as theysurrounded you menacingly.
You looked around panickedas you backed up only to feel your back pressing into something. Looking up youquickly realized it was actually someone as your xeno snarled at the shocked yautja.
“Oh no.” You mumbledrealizing everyone was looking at you horrified as your Xeno was well, clearlyyour xeno.
Pushing hard on yourxenos chest as the yautja began to approach you got some common sense into Xeno’shead as you both turned tail and hauled ass outta there.
You did the only thingyou could think of in a situation like this and ran for the escape podsconvinced you could piolet one back to earth, or any where.
Though with a massiveXenomorph following you, you drew everyones attention, especially the yautjawho looked at you in dumb stuck awe.
You ere panting out ofbreath and your lungs burned as you managed to get to the stair well that ledto the escape pods.
Just as you both burstout of the stair well and onto the launch deck you were met by a group offurious looking humans and yautja. Though there was a lone engineer stood amongstthem who glared at you with an intensity that made you shrivel away in fear.
“If you surrender now wewont kill you. This is the only time this will be offered.” He said sternly hisdeep voice making you shudder as you looked up at xeno who was already hoveringover you protectively,
Seeing no other optionyou turned yourself in letting an officer hand cuff you as Xeno was surroundedto be killed you assumed.
It had been a week sincethen and you had found a new home in the stations holding cells. You were infamousamoung everyone especially some of the other criminals who seemed to actually fearyou knowing something you didn’t.
You were laying in yourcot contemplating your existance in the grand skeem of things when a guard cameand got you leading you away to what looked like an interagation room.
Inside was a few peoplein business suits two yautja guards stood in the corners of the room as you weresat in a chair on the opposite side of the table.
Once the guard whoescorted you had left they turned their attention on you a moment passingbefore the one in the middle sighed and gave you a serious look.
“The King Xenomorph youhad been harboring has escaped our containment and we need you to retrieve it. Inreturn for doing so you will be released from jail and placed on monitored probation.”They explained showing you pictures and video of your Xeno escaping a largecage like cell most likely in the bowels of the station.
“You have hundreds ofyautja on this ship why not ask one of them?”
“Because this specificXeno is smarter than any we have seen before able to hide its trails and creatediversions. It also cannot be tracked by scent alone as it isn’t strong enoughto track long distances. Therefore, we need you to bring it back to us.”
“What if I say no?” Youasked receiving a shocked expression from the negotiator looking to their equallysurprised colleagues before back to you.
“You will rot in jailbefore being sent to earth to serve out the rest of your sentencing along with banishmentfrom returning here ever again.” They said as if it weren’t even an option
You really didn’t knowwhat to do but something made you want to go along with their plan though youknew you wouldn’t let them just catch him without a bit of work.
“Okay, Ill help you.”You said as they nodded leading you from the room and immediately taking you tothe lower decks of the station were all the machinery was and the enginesystems.
Looking around thecrowded area you knew he wouldn’t be here so you started to walk back towardsthe living quarters the group of officers following you closely as you walkedwatching for any sign of the Xeno.
You made it all the wayback to your housing unit when you started to notice signs of them Xeno. Kneelingdown by a floor vent you hit the wall hard twice smiling when you heard afamiliar trill sound out from the floor vent.
“Found him. Now yougotta catch him.” You smirked as Xeno burst out of the floor grate roaring ashe blocked them from approaching you seeming to be almost larger then all thetimes before.
The youngblood guardswere clearly born on the station as they stared at the Xeno in wide eyed shock unableto move as it snarled at the tail whipping around dangerously as it threatened toskewer anything the grew too close.
“This was not part ofthe agreement miss-“
“No where did you say Ihad to catch him and hand him over. I was to lure him out and well. He’s lured.”You snarked really hating these people in charge of the station.
Glancing around you werequickly drawing a crowd of bystanders most of them yautja who were cracking tohave a go at the xeno,
“I have a new deal.Seeing as he has clearly been here a while and he has never hurt any one evenwhen threatened we let him stay and see what happens. Scientists get a firsthandchance at observing a rare xenomorph.” You said seeing the wheels turning inthe main negotiators head.
They discussed briefly beforelooking back to you clearly upset seeing as you had some how gotten the betterhadn dealt in the end.
“Very well come with usand we will. Discuss in detail.” The person said as you patted Xeno’s shoulder invictory the two of you striding after the sulking agents.
It has been some timesince this whole commotion came about and now you were quite the infamous faceon the station as you were the girl who tamed a king xenomorph and convinced thestation to let you keep him none the less.
While the yautja wereequally disgusted and impressed by you for this feat you cared not as nothing madeyou happier than coming home to see your Xeno waitng for you. It was evenbetter when you got out of work to see him sitting there some how holding idleconversation with a curious child.
Walking home with Xenoat your side you realized you could very much get used to this new life ofyours.
#king xenomorph#Xenomorphs#xenomorph#xenomorph queen#xenomorph x reader#aliens vs predator#aliens#this si almsot 2000 words please give me feeback lol#I have been awake for over 13 hours and i wanan die
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IPHONE 11 REVIEW The Telephone Many People Can Purchase
This really is only one of the simplest reviews I have ever had to publish: that the i-phone 1 1 is your mobile nearly all those who're updating to a brand new i-phone in 2013 should secure. It's a superb mobile, using a few of their best cameras I have ever seen on battery life that is terrific along with a smartphone. The 1-1 starts at $699, although apple decreased the cost from 50 bucks: the XR begun at $749.None of the implies that the i-phone 1 1 is the ideal mobile or it has most the most useful specs and features you are able to get. It generally does not. Nonetheless, at which it sounds, it's amazing, and it is totally fine. If you would like to survive the bleeding edge of technology, you could spend $300 longer and find an i-phone 1 1 Guru, I reviewed this week, or just even consider one of many highend Android options out there. But the majority of people won't have to overthink it get an 1-1. You're going to be very happy.
Here is the reason why:
Exemplary camera
Terrific battery lifetime
Lower cost
I-OS 1 3 is buggy
Only one rather large size
Move out from this for this 5W charger
The backyard is amazing, however the walls rise higher:
The i-phone 1 1 is an S upgrade to a year's remarkably popular i-phone XR. By front, it appears the same. It gets an identical designthe exact same 6.1-inch 720p LCD with elaborate curved corners, exactly the exact same giant bezels, and also the exact identical aluminum frame.The structure remains a, plus it is absolutely not tiny. This item will really come to feel huge, if you are trying to upgrade from an SE.
New Iphone 1 1 Guru and Pro-max review: how that the battery life is actual:
When you were holding off up grades and are not knowledgeable about this i-phone XR, then following is a quick catchup: that the i-phone XR has been the lower-cost version in Apple's 2018 lineup of I phones, swapping within a LCD screen for its OLED from the i-phone XS. And the battery lifetime was also stellar, Apple did not discriminate somewhere else although it had one camera but, seriously. It had been the i-phone for people, despite having the specs, and it became the bestselling version of Apple. That is probably why this season's XR upgrade is merely known as the"i-phone 1 1."There is a lot of other things we'll reach, however that is exactly what you need to understand. Let us focus on batterylife.
Apple states that the i-phone 1 1 can endure for a hour or so more on its own battery life in relation to the i-phone XR, which got enormous battery lifetime. However, the battery life amounts Apple publishes are evaluations of action and audio play back onto the loop. That is anybody utilizes a telephone, also Apple's claims of battery life on the phone are centered on those evaluations. The business conducts against a version of their phone that balances for its chip, chip set, display, along with also OS power developments and the battery capacity that is and carries a data set of i-phone usage.
Apple's brand new I-phone finally sacrifices Thin-ness for battery lifetime:
It is smart, but there isn't any means for reviewers to replicate and affirm that evaluation. However, in our evaluations, the i-phone lasted at one time and then a few. You'd need to take to, although it's likely you may can kill this battery less than a time. The battery life is very good, exactly enjoy the battery life of the i-phone XR has been fantastic.
Even the 1 1 is on level or better, whilst the models did however, it did not get too big of a hop in battery lifetime:
What is less amazing is that the simple fact that Apple remains putting its early 5W charger at the package, though the i-phone 1 1 Guru comes with an 18W USB C speedy charger. If Apple isn't likely to upgrade the whole lineup to a quick charger, then it should only do the environment a favor and quit setting the 5W charger at the box altogether; however yet there are literally countless at the Earth, and chances are, that you need multiple at a drawer . The 1 1 is just really a massive advancement, plus it creates phones such as the X and also i-phone 7 look awful, although I wasn't just really a fan in XR along with the XS.
Apple is enjoying Catchup using all the I-phone 1-1 camera:
The Smart HDR system of apple continues to be improved, and there exists a Night manner. These are features and all of exactly the cameras whilst the 1-1 Guru, with no telephoto, and also the answers are equally as excellent.These image sliders are typical shot into show detail from the photos -- you will find several slight alterations to find the sliders to match. A camera contrast that is deeper can be checked out by you inside our Guru review too well.I recently started using that the i-phone 1 1 Pro review having a simple shot at bright sunshine, therefore let us start this review with a torture test: here is the i-phone 1 1 and Pixel 3 at nighttime manners and zoomed in (despite the fact that has a contact lens). Whilst the 1 1 holds its own, Even the XR would fail in shooting this photo.Here is yet another photo the XR would don't catch well. The 1-1 catches the light that is ideal and detail compared to the Pixel. And the Pixel appears by making matters smarter than truth, that happened , unnatural.I recently started using that the i-phone 1 1 Pro review having a simple shot at bright sunshine, therefore let us start this review with a torture test: here is the i-phone 1 1 and Pixel 3 at nighttime manners and zoomed in (despite the fact that has a contact lens). Whilst the 1 1 holds its own, Even the XR would fail in shooting this photo.
Here is yet another photo the XR would don't catch well. The 1-1 catches the light that is ideal and detail compared to the Pixel. And the Pixel appears by making matters smarter than truth, that happened , unnatural.The i-phone whiffed on the glasses of Dieter , nevertheless the XR is nice. I asked Apple about any of this, and also the answer had been not surprise. I had been told that the team spent plenty of time. We are going to need to see whether this improves overtime.Therefore while the camera program of Apple makes the cameras feel identical, I advise copying when potential and simply using the camera. You are going to find yourself a photo. Alternatively, think about this Ultrawide as much of an artistic option, some thing which may provide you another or maybe even more interesting appearance, however, perhaps maybe not necessarily a"better" photo.
THE I-phone 1 1'S Videocamera IS FAR AHEAD OF THE COMPETITION:
I was extremely impressed with all the i-phone 1 1's movie skills. All 3 cameras usually takes 4K60 of course it is possible to switch between the lenses should you capture in less than 60 frames each minute. The Android mobiles which take on Apple have been out of Samsung. However, Apple's still and the gap gets wider.As stated we spent a whole lot of time analyzing video and photo from our i-phone 1 1 Professional review, adding a deep dip to video, therefore if you would like more, check out it. However, I feel the 1-1 cameras really are so good they're worth a upgrade from the XR.
https://www.techandgeek.com/iphone-11-review-just-the-right-amount-of-everything/
https://www.techandgeek.com/fossil-gen-5-smartwatch-review-wear-os-keeps-on-floating/
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I can’t believe I’m having to ask this. For those of you who have seen the post accompanying this page:
https://gogetfunding.com/radio-station-manager-falsely-accused-of-theft-prosecuted-by-most-corrupt-county-in-america-which-doesnt-even-have-jurisdiction/
I have some news for you. Walker County still is holding my dad. Our lawyer has advised us to hold onto the retainer fee for now and see if the department will do the legal thing and release my dad on June 27th (this month) during his preliminary hearing so that if they do we can use it to pay a civil lawyer and if they don’t, we can pay her. This mostly stems from the fact that she has apparently talked with someone about what a reduction in his bond would likely be. Too high for us to pay. She says it would be financially responsible to leave him in there, since they have already held him longer than his 30 days between arrest and preliminary, because otherwise we are looking at a more than likely $15,000 bond and a $150 dollar ankle monitor with a daily $10 maintenance and surveillance charge. She has said that if they do not release him on the 27th, despite not having any evidence, then she will finally step in, but otherwise to hold the money and be packing our house up. Yes, that’s right. Our lawyer has advised us to be packing the house up “to be ready to move the very week he is released.”
She has told us that while she was out shopping someone approached her and mentioned our visitations to her office and inquired if she would be taking our case, after which they reminded her the local lake is deep. Smith Lake is a well known body dump in our area – it is reportedly under constant surveillance (going out on a boat with no lights is a very quick way to get arrested too because of the body count they have supposedly pulled from it). Now, I admit, I have no idea how true this story is but, I can’t imagine our lawyer would make this up for no reason; let alone insist we move within a single month for no reason. Granted, we were planning on moving this year. Maybe around September or August, but not this soon.
Several times now people have swerved at my car like they are attempting to swipe it off the road, I have had slurs and curses spit at both my sister and my mother, and we have found my little sister’s dog poisoned. We are scared to leave the house unattended and scared to go out into public alone. We have a friend order any food in his name to be sure that we don’t get anything ‘extra’ in it. Like spit, trash, or anything else. It my seem like overkill but we have actually upset a woman once who worked at our Domino’s – she bragged that she had scraped along the bottom of a dumpster with the cutter she used to cut our pizza with. On Facebook, no less! A repeat of the incident is what we are trying to avoid.
On another note, I have still been in contact with my dad. According to him the jail there is only legally equipped to hold 13 inmates, and currently holds 23. He says the other 10 sleep on the floor and everyone is fed the bare minimum. “Last night’s dinner was a weenie.” I want to state that my dad is very specific with speech, and I even checked to make sure I had understood correctly. A hotdog is a weenie and a bun. They had just the weenie, no bun! That was dinner! From what he has told me that was a common occurrence! He has also notified me that he is not the only man being held in there illegally – one man was able to prove in his preliminary that the arresting officer was lying and that man is still in the jail. Another was arrested with a friend while they were in their vehicle. His friend had drugs on him and the officers arrested them both. Despite both his testimony at the preliminary, and his friend also stating that he had no drugs and that it all belonged to that friend, they are both still in the jail under drug charges.
And so we wait hoping that the legal thing will actually happen and he will be released. Honestly though, we’re prepared to have to go to court over this nonsense. Until then we’re trying to pack to move away. We have listed all of our redundant equipment for sale, as well as the jump tents that we used to use at charity events to try and get the funds to stay above the red line; however, someone keeps reminding people of my dad’s current whereabouts and telling people we’re thieves, frauds, and not to buy anything from us because we likely stole it. Thanks to a generous family member, we at least have our power on so we don’t have to try and move in the heat and dark but, we can’t even resume the station’s broadcast. Not only will none of our patrons (who we have worked with for years by the way) help us right now. After the power was kicked back on, I went to check on the radio equipment to get the station back and on the air. I had even planned on starting a radio segment called ‘Know Your Rights’, where I was intending on tackling the topic of rights being violated, why our rights exist, and what they mean.
However, the moment I turned our transmitter back on and checked the power output versus reflected power I was amazed to discover that, despite the 200 watts, we were somehow reflecting 600 watts. An impossibility, according to my dad who has worked as my engineer. “Check the heliax and make sure those idiots didn’t cut it.” I have inspected the portions of it that are visible but I did not find any cuts. Still, our transmitter insists we are reflecting everything it pours out back into it, and then double that. It doesn’t sound too bad, but as a bit of an idea of what that can do – A few years back, a violent storm took our antennas down and that caused reflected power. We smelt a burning ozone smell for a few hours the next day before anyone went to check. We found to our dismay that the reflected power had melted the -now partially detached- antennas, overheated our heliax cable, and fried the internals of our transmitter. Overall, a few thousand dollars worth of damage as well as a good scolding from dad about the importance of inspecting towers right after a storm. Reflected power is no joke when it’s over half of what the transmitter puts out, and right now my engineer/tower climber/dad sits in jail.
Our station sits still off the air unable to help, our equipment listings are all being flagged as fraud, and the one other form of income (through engineering work) sits in a jail cell hoping someone will let him out.
–And so it is with great regret that I am once again posting here asking for donations. Now for a moving fund, that we were hoping to be able to provide ourselves by the selling of our extra and backup equipment. If any one needs any equipment for their own station just send me a PM, tell me what you need, and I will see if what we have is up to the specs that you need and we can talk from there.
The current goal set by family members older, and so therefore somehow ‘wiser’ than I, is $10,000 to cover any extra court fees or surprises, the moving fee, a partial fee for someone to climb our tower and help disassemble (unless someone here can help with that) it so we can move it, as well as the general price of living while we try to find a new home to move into. Also the rent to get into the new home. The bare minimum we need is $5,000 but I’m being told $10,000 will (“Had better damn well.” actually) cover everything. I know it is a lot to ask for but this has really wrecked our business and we’re looking at a minimum of 4 months of recovery. We have to pack up our house and disassemble our station, find a new home and rebuild our station, and then pretty much go door to door hoping to find new patrons before the first power bill comes in and we get shut off the air again. It’s hard to get patrons when the station they’re thinking of supporting isn’t even on the air for them to hear.
I hate to ask for money given it is generally our job to help others in need but this entire situation has put us in that place right now.
Any little bit helps; I feel bad enough having to ask for anything at all.
https://gogetfunding.com/walker-is-still-illegally-holding-my-dad-and-now-we-have-less-than-a-month-to-move/
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