#(i'm connecting the dots - you're not connecting shi- I'M CONNECTING THEM)

[ride-a-dromedary]

Wyll taking Halsin to the Wilden Oak after observing how much he was struggling to adapt to the City, thinking it would cheer him up *and* be special enough that maybe he can work up the nerve to ask him something important. Telling him about how he used to daydream about the stories it could tell him, and how it brought him comfort - how it may bring him comfort as well. And maybe he thinks he's talking too much, too fast, but it all pours out of him with heart-aching sincerity.

Halsin listening thoughtfully to Wyll's fanciful dreams of dragons and the Weave, and chuckling fondly at how eager he is; how whimsical he makes everything sound. Bubbling over with how happy it makes him to hear Wyll so beautifully matching the splendor of this tree with such fanciful tales, admiring it for what it is.

Wyll's face heating up, thinking he must be laughing at his stories, and ah, hells, he's gone and fumbled this, of course an Archdruid would think fairytales of trees to be foolish and childish. Mumbling it must sound silly to him.

Halsin frowning then, brought out of his affectionate thoughts. "Oh, no, not at all. I think it's wonderful. Here, let me show you something."

Halsin bringing Wyll's hand up to the bark of the tree and pressing it beneath his own to the ridges and grooves, encouraging him to listen closely again as he had as a boy. Telling him that trees speak to those who care to hear them, even if they cannot understand them. Wyll closing his eyes, flustered at how close they are, but - after a moment of quiet - hearing the barest tendrils of something touching the edges of his mind. Nothing he is able to understand, but he swears he feels it; more than he ever has before.

Halsin himself listening and catching the discernable memories the oak is able to give him amidst the transfer - the tiniest glimpses of generations and magic long past. Perhaps even a dragon cutting its lightning path through the sky, eons ago. He passes anything translatable gently off to Wyll, who listens, enraptured.

The Wilden reveals other things - other terrible things. Other sad things and tragic things, no where near the fairytales that Wyll spins. Halsin does not pass these memories on, but judging by the frown on Wyll's face, he senses it.

But there is something else - something closer to the heart - it calls Wyll "tree friend" - flashes of Wyll as a young boy, collecting its leaves from the ground. Of an older Wyll curled in on himself in the tangle of its roots, heartbroken; an even older Wyll turning his face to the dappled sun and smiling, little golden bands sparkling in his hair.

Halsin taking Wyll by the hand and bringing him deeper into the forest, scouting a good spot to plant the tiny wishing acorn Wyll had pressed bashfully into his palm with stories of his mother. Burying the seed deep into the ground so its roots may grow anew, just as glorious as its parent - waiting to bring joy to another a century down the line. Just as their lives have taken root within one another, tangled and new, but full of life.

#BG3 Musing #Halsin #Wyll Ravengard #wyllsin #the more i think about it the more i can connect these romance paths thematically near perfectly - i can blend them #and it doesn't lead into halsin's romance scene - not yet - but damn it sure does kickstart it #(i'm connecting the dots - you're not connecting shi- I'M CONNECTING THEM) #i don't think they get married because that's not really something elves do on the regular if at all - especially wood elves #which may be a disappointment to wyll at first because he has all these fanciful notions of relationships and fairytales - but also? #i believe they'd stay together for the rest of wyll's life - like i genuinely bonafide can see that #and wyll would thrive because he would be *free* for the first time in forever - he'd blossom and live and have someone to come back to #who would love and cherish him as much as if they'd never parted for a single moment #no pacts no contracts just someone who loves him and somewhere safe to be - and when he's ready he has all the children he wants #also: wyll 'canonically chases after mermaids' ravengard + halsin 'i could attempt a kelpie' silverbough js

[boxfullaturtles]

I have a question about your fic if its okay to ask

I was wondering what the threads and lights were about that mickey saw? What are those?

Ah yes, the worldbuilding I started for the magic system that I never went anywhere with lol

I'm gonna get kinda long here, please forgive me. I love talking about this kind of thing.

"Mortal Shell" was originally going to be a lot longer of a fic, with Mikey being outside of his body for an extended period of time, something nefarious possessing his body, and then it leading the family on a fun little chase all over New York with lots of collateral damage. It would have gone more into the mystic plane that Mikey was existing on and how mystic powers draw from it and so on and so forth.

When I changed almost everything about the fic (partly to make it shorter and partly because I had started reading Dandy's "I May Be Invisible" and got paranoid about being called a copy-cat), pretty much all of that stuff was scrapped. There was going to be a little scene at the end of the fic while Mikey was recovering where he asked Draxum about the stuff he saw on the mystic plane. I did start writing that scene, but it didn't fit the pacing anywhere so it got scrapped too. Here's the only bit of that scene I wrote:

So first off I am a massive fan of personifying things that are beyond comprehension. Sort of cosmic horror but without the horror. I love the idea of a city being alive simply because it is a city, because lives have been lived there and where there's life, there is magic. Kate Griffin's Matthew Swift and Magical Anonymous series have had a huge impact on me and remain my favorite books to this day for a reason. I highly recommend them if you're a fan of urban fantasy and kick ass women and a protag who is a pathetic little meow meow that could burn London to the ground if they so desired.

Anyway. All that to say, when Mikey describes New York City as "alive", it is in an almost literal sense. New York is living place, it is alive, it breathes, it feels, it IS. The white lines are akin to ley lines; the theory is that there are lines across the globe that important and historical landmarks and monuments fall on. I sort of localized this specifically to New York City and its major landmarks. So the ley lines connect to each other like a dot-to-dot going from places like Time's Square to the Statue of Liberty, etc.

The Threads I think I touched on a little in the fic, Draxum dropped a line about them being the connections of the universe. And that's pretty much what they are. Individual people have thousands of Threads that connect them to other people, to places, to objects--they are powerful in their own ways but can't be seen outside the mystic plane. Originally these Threads were going to be used in a ritual to pull the antagonist creature out of Mikey's body and put Mikey back in. But that ritual got scrapped really early on since I never really figured it out. Mikey was also originally going to be able to see the Threads of his family members, flowing out and tying together and attaching to him. But when I was writing the scene, they made everything wwaayyy too cluttered and would have given away what was going on far too early. So why can Mikey only see the Threads in that one specific scene? idk because mystic reasons. The mystic plane is a mysterious and virtually unknown thing, that's why.

As for the golden river of light in the sky, that is very much inspired by the river of light from Mushi-Shi, an anime I love very much which has also heavily inspired me. It represents life itself, in its purest form.

I think that basically covers everything? But please! Feel free to ask me more questions! I am always down to talk about turtles and my writing! And other people's writing. I can wax poetic about that all day, my dude. <3

#mortal shell fic

[love101imagines]

Hope is a dangerous thing

(kerem & eda | imagine)

request: Heyy, could you please do a kerem+eda prompts 12 and 19 ? I was thinking about Eda considering an abortion and Kerem being mad that she didn't told him she's carrying his child. Jeez you're an amazing writer trully!! Love this fandom

tag list: @thestorieswecantevertell @sinanfails @wwafangirld @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname @zaynlikfalls

prompts used: 12. It’s just a cigarette and it’s freezing. 19. I...I can’t do this without you.

trigger warning: talk for teen pregnancy, morning sickness and abortion.

He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed earlier.

It started with subtle things, but knowing Eda, they weren't subtle at all. The first one was when she would start binge eating when they went out with the rest or when she would look sickly pale.

“What’s wrong? You don’t look that well, did something happen?” Işik would ask, already pressing the back of her hand to her forehead.

Eda would roll her eyes and shrug it off. “I’m fine. It’s just the stomach flu, I’ve been throwing up all day.”

It wasn't unknown to Kerem that the girl had some kind of issue with food. She had gotten better with time, from not eating at all and only drinking beer to eating a bit more with the rest.

That was the second clue too. The beer.

She was always seen with a beer on her hand, her liver probably ruined for all the alcohol she consumed daily. But the last whole month whenever she was close to a can of beer, she would scrunch her nose and say she was too tired to drink, giving her drink to Osman who would gladly take it.

Kerem didn't think much of it, and neither did Eda. Until that day she was sitting on a bench in the park waiting for Kerem. Close to her were a group of teenagers, probably two years older than her, but she couldn't help but cover her mouth as an urge to throw up came to her along with the smell of a cigarette.

"Could you smoke somewhere else?" She asked harshly.

One of the boys only rolled his eyes. "It's just a cigarette and it's freezing."

He passed the cigarette to a taller boy next to him who snickered. "What? Are you pregnant and can't handle the smell?" He teased.

The words made her skip a beat, her face emotionless while color faded from her skin. It didn't take her long to slowly connect the dots, eyes glancing at her stomach while she tried to remember the last time she had had her period.

Her legs began to move before she could think, trying to find the closest pharmacy while still trying to process her own emotions. She had almost forgotten about her date when she bumped into Kerem, the boy holding tightly some flowers.

“Shi-I’m sorry.” She apologized, the sick feeling still on her stomach.

Kerem looked at her, a hint of worry on his eyes. “Are you fine?”

Eda nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I was just...looking for you. Took you long enough.” She swallowed, giving him a small smile to calm his nerves.

He didn’t think much of it, only handing her the flowers. “I um, I got these for you.”

Her smile now was a more genuine one, deciding that there was no way she could be pregnant, that she would take a test but everything would be fine. “Thank you.”

He grinned, an arm looping around her waist. “Let’s go and eat something, I’m starving.”

She agreed, even if everything she ate she ended up throwing up the next day.

There they were. The two, or more like four lines in the two tests in front of her. It was funny how a single second seemed to define what would happen to her for the rest of her life. God, she would age up ten years in the next five with all the stress and work a baby took.

A baby. She was pregnant. She was going to be holding a baby in less than a year. The tests in her shaky hands confirmed that it was a reality she couldn't escape from. Her parents would kill her, and Kerem...Kerem was going to be a father. Would she be able to tell him? What would he say? She knew him too well, everything would be unexpected to him but he would say they could manage, even if a baby right now at 17 seemed like a punishment.

She couldn't.

It was impossible to stop the knot on her throat as she read carefully the pamphlets laid in front of her. Her parents were out for dinner, and her sister was in her own room reading. The phone had rung a few times but she didn't care, she just wanted to get it over with and feel normal again. She had only left her room the last week to go to different pharmacies to buy what she needed, paying with cash so she wouldn’t leave any trace behind.

"Eda! Someone's here for you." Her sister called out.

She furrowed her brows, getting up after quickly hiding the pamphlets under her pillow. Now, in front of her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Kerem.” She started slowly. “What are you doing here?”

He fumbled a bit with his hands, taking a seat next to her in the bed so he wouldn’t start pacing around. “Sorry I just showed up, but I, well we haven’t seen you much the last days.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, avoiding his gaze to focus on one of her drawings, tracing with her index finger the flower in black ink. “I’ve been busy...But I’m almost done now.”

That seemed to ease him, the tension on his shoulders loosening up as he leaned forward to kiss her. She smiled into the kiss, the feeling she had longed for the last days since she had found out. There was only one way things could be back to normal.

“Look, I have to go and buy some groceries before my parents return, can you wait for me here? It won’t take long.” She reassured him, her thumb tracing the back of his hand which had a few bruises on his knuckles.

He nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’m the one who showed up unexpectedly.”

She chuckled, standing up from her seat to grab her bag, her hands almost shaking like she could see the container of pills inside of it even if it was close. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”

In the closest alleyway Eda could finally stop, with her hands trembling while she tried to gather the courage to finally do it, Kerem paced around in her room before finally sitting down back on her bed. There were a few drawings scattered on the floor and her desk, and he smiled as he looked at a few.

He couldn’t believe how the girl could sleep with all the pens on her bed, and he almost laughed as soon as he saw a few papers peeking under her pillow. His smile disappeared as soon as he read them, his mind foggy as he finally realized everything.

It took him two seconds to get up and leave Eda’s apartment, walking down the street at a fast pace looking everywhere for the girl, almost entering a supermarket until he caught sight of her on an alleyway.

"What's this?" He mumbled with disbelief, eyes fixed on the pamphlets he was holding tightly, almost crumpling on his hand.

The question was so abrupt and sudden that her breath hitched on her throat. Her hands trembled and Kerem shallowed thickly, his gaze going from Eda's face to the pills between her hands. Before she could answer, she only closed her hand at the same time Kerem moved forward to take them.

"Eda!"

"Let go of me!" She snapped back, both of them struggling with each other, Eda trying her best not to let go

"How could you— You didn't even tell me!" He shouted, finally opening Eda's hand to throw the pills on the floor. "Do you even know how dangerous this is?"

A moment of silence sat between them, Eda avoiding his gaze before Kerem spoke up again, voice much softer than it had previously been. "Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I would...be angry?"

Honestly, he felt heartbroken if she hadn't told him for fear of his reaction. Fear that he would be furious, questioning if it even was his or if she was lying to him. But he would never do that.

"No." She whispered, warm tears meeting her eyes before she wiped them with the end of her sweater. "I didn't...I didn't know what to do."

"You could have told me." He remarked instantly. "I'm not going to leave just because you're pregnant."

Eda let out a tired sigh. "I don't even know if I want to be."

Kerem stared at her, shock written all over his face, and with no hesitation, he stepped forward to reach for her hand, a flash of hurt on his face as she stepped back.

“I-We can’t do this. We can’t raise a kid, we’re too young.” She admitted, heart beating erratically in her chest.

The alleyway felt too cold, even with her sweater, but she supposed she was sweating and feeling sick for all the situation.

“What are people going to say? My parents...our futures. God, we don’t even have a plan with school.” She continued with her lips in a tight line as she tried not to break down.

The boy shook his head, still trying to gather his thoughts. “I’m not going anywhere. We can manage, we will. I’ll ask my parents for money and...we’ll see from there.”

“Kerem...” Eda whispered, finally letting a tear slip.

He didn’t waste any second to get closer to her, the girl collapsing into Kerem’s open arms. It was just there that he noticed how serious everything was to her. He had never thought about having kids, especially not now. He didn’t even know how to take care of them, not even the basics. What if he turned out to be just as bad as his own father?

“Hey, it’s alright.” He tried to comfort her, the girl continuing to sob in his shoulder while he ran his hand through her hair. Finally, he took a deep breath and held her face between his hands to make her look at him. “We’ll do whatever you want. And I’ll be with you for anything, but this...” He glanced at the pills on the floor. “...isn’t the right way. I don’t want anything happening to you because of me.”

Eda nodded, eyes red and her cheeks still stained. “I...I can’t do this without you.”

“And you won’t.” He repeated. “I promise.”

#love 101 #love101 #burcu #eda #kerem #osman #sinan #aşk101imagine #aşk 101 #aşk 101 imagine #love101imagine #love 101 imagine #kerem x eda