#i'm projecting another 5 or 6 chapters?

[izadi234]

Forget me not

-Warning: Contain yandere themes, neglected! gn!reader, mention of low self-esteem, the writer's first language isn't English.

Yan! Batfamily x gn! reader

Chapters

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 (You're here)

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 3

For Duke it was a normal day after going to a classmate's house to finish a group project. He was eager to show you the project and talk to you about his day as he had started to do since the first day he set foot in Wayne Manor.

He could never forget that day...

The first time Duke went to Wayne Manor he was a bundle of nerves along with other emotions. He had just lost his parents due to the Joker's toxin and had just started his training with Bruce. He couldn't deny that he wasn't grateful to the billionaire and his family of vigilantes but he did miss that normality in his day to day life like when his parents were still well.

It was a day that he was lost in the mansion that was the one that found you. He had just finished his training with Bruce and Damian and had the intention of returning to his room when he got lost, but it wasn't until he ran into someone that he finally paid attention to where he was walking.

You were walking down the hall with your laptop in your hands, it seemed like you had just come from outside. He had never seen you before but Damian had mentioned that he had an older sibling that he didn't give much importance to.

"Oops, sorry. You okay, kiddo?" you asked him kindly

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. I should apologize. I didn't see where I was going" the young man apologized

"I see you're lost, these hallways of the mansion aren't that frequented" you commented

"Really? And what are you doing here then?"

"My room is over here" you commented

"Ah..." He didn't know what to say

"You must be the new kid that Bruce adopted, right?"

"Yes, it's me" he nodded

"It's a pleasure, I'm (Name)" you extended your hand to shake it and he took it

He could immediately notice the warmth of your hand, they weren't rough and hard like the hands of others, but he could feel familiarity in your grip. It felt like home.

"Duke" he nodded as he shook your hand

"Well Duke, if you want I can guide you through these halls. It's almost impossible not to get lost in this place" you chuckled

"Yeah... I'd like that" he said with a smile

"Well, then follow me!" you said with a smile as you then guided him through the Manor

From that meeting on, Duke looked for any excuse to go talk to you. He soon discovered that the family didn't show much interest in you, which he couldn't understand why. In a family of vigilantes, being the most normal should be a relief, right? Or at least that's how he saw it, since when he was with you, he felt like he was going back to his old life, without worries or training.

That's why from then on he always waited for the time to be able to go find you.

What a surprise he would get when he saw that you weren't there

Once he entered Wayne Manor, Duke immediately went to look for you in your room only to find it empty. He felt his heart stop for a second.

No... It can't be...

"Alfred!" Duke shouted in search of the butler as he ran to the kitchen and there he saw Alfred who was making food for the Waynes.

"Alfred! Have you seen (Name)? Her room is empty!" the boy spoke quickly

"Yes, I am sorry to have to tell you this Master Duke, but our dear (Name) has left the mansion" informed the butler

"What?! So fast? N-no… They couldn't leave here… Much less without saying goodbye…" he said incredulously

It was like losing his parents all over again.

"They left me a letter in my room. I suppose they left one in yours too Master Duke"

Without saying another word, Duke ran to his room where he found a letter on his bed that had his name on it. He read it and right there (Name) said goodbye to him, thanked him for his company and just like with Alfred, left him the cell phone number of his second phone in case he wanted to talk to them.

"No… It can't be…" said Duke as he let a few tears escape from his eyes

How could he not stop them?

"Please don't cry Master Duke" said a voice from the door of his room. It was Alfred who looked at him with eyes that reflected sorrow and sadness but at the same time determination.

"I know that the departure of Master (Name) was something that hurt you and me" the butler began to speak

"But I assure you that they will return home"

"How Alfred? It was more than obvious that they wanted to leave here" he said between sadness and bitterness "But I don't understand, why did no one in this place pay attention to them? They are a Wayne too"

You were like a refreshing stream for him, you were like a glass of ice water in the middle of a desert.

Why did no one in this damn place notice?

"I couldn't answer that, Master Duke, but what we both know is that the behavior of the members of this family towards (Name) has been unfair and unjustified" Alfred walked towards the young guard and sat next to him

"I spent years waiting for someone else to see how amazing they were, but no one noticed, no one tried to get to know them" he unconsciously closed his hands into fists "And I can say that it was partly my fault, but you came along and finally someone realized what a great person we had in the family"

Alfred turned to look at him and put a hand on his shoulder which he gave a light squeeze.

"And for that same reason that they have such a powerful light, in a place like Gotham it is important to take care of them"

Duke looked at Alfred for a few seconds and then looked at the ground.

He is right. Their light is very bright. He can't let anyone turn it off.

"But… How are you going to do it Alfred? How are you going to get them back? Not even half of the people who live here remember who they are" said the young vigilante irritated

"Don't worry about that Master Duke, but you will have to help me with some things"

Don't worry (Name), you will return home.

Whether you want to or not.

But you will be by their side

It's been 2 weeks since you left Wayne Manor and to be honest… You've never been happier in your life!

Sure, you'd always had a lot of independence but now this independence felt different, it felt more refreshing.

Likewise, college had also been an interesting change from a social and academic point of view since a few years ago you had studied online and life at university was a bit chaotic but you were starting to like it.

You rented your apartment to an old man who owned the building and who kindly let you pay your rent little by little. Inside it were a few pieces of furniture that were already there, however, you gave it some personal touches to feel more at home. But what couldn't be missing were photos of your parents (F/N) and (M/N), Alfred and Duke with you.

You couldn't complain, you were living a true dream.

But live it up and savor it while you can

Because soon you'll lose it all

You were in the kitchen of your apartment making dinner when your phone rang. You picked it up and answered without looking at who it was,

"Hello?" you said as you answered your phone

"Hey (Name)!" a familiar voice greeted you

"Oh, hey Duke!" you said enthusiastically "How have you been? How's school going?"

"Oh been good, lots of homework" he chuckled "I was calling you because I wanted to see you"

"Oh yeah, sure" you nodded "Do you need me for something specific?"

"No no. I just want to see you. I miss you being around the mansion" he admitted

"Aww, you're really sweet Duke but I'm sure you have plenty of company at Wayne Manor" now was your turn to chuckle

"Yeah, they're good company but you're my best confidant and sibling"

You're MY home…

"Okay Duke, if you want we can see each other tomorrow" you proposed

"Sure!" he excited

"Perfect" you giggled at his excitement "How about we meet at the park near downtown Gotham?"

"Okay" he nodded

"Fine, see you tomorrow bro!" you said goodbye to him

"See you tomorrow sibling" he said goodbye before hanging up the call

You smiled just thinking about seeing Duke tomorrow. You couldn't wait to do it.

This was your first mistake. Trusting him.

"It's done Alfred" said Duke from the doorway of the living room

"They agreed to see me tomorrow"

"Okay Master Duke" Alfred nodded and then dusted the furniture again

"Now what?" asked the young man

"Now all that's left is to wait for me to arrive tomorrow and just follow my instructions" the butler commanded

"So… do you think all this is going to work? What if it doesn't?" he asked, half scared and half anxious

Alfred turned to look at the nervous boy and walked towards him. He placed a hand on his shoulder in an assuring manner.

"It's going to work" he assured him "Now go rest, tomorrow you're going to have a busy day"

Duke nodded, still a little unsure, but he didn't say anything else. Then he retired to his bedroom.

When he left Alfred couldn't help but smile a little. Everything was going as he had been planning and although he knew that this plan wasn't going to be to your liking in the least, he was also sure that this was the best for you.

Yes… This was the best thing for you…

For you…

For you…

For you…

For you…

For you…

For you…

For you…

For you…

For y…

For y…

For them..

For them...

For them...

For him…

This was going to be the best thing for HIM

This was going to bring you home to HIM

His little ray of sunshine

Helloooo. Here it goes the third chapter! I hope you like it and I swear that in the next one the rest of the family will appear, still I would love to heart what do you expect of this work! And even some ideas!

Also I added the people that told me to add them in tag list so if you want to be added please tell me and I will happily add you. And also if I missed someone please tell me as well because I'm a bit blind most of the times and despite being on tumblr for a while now I'm still getting used to using it ":v

So if you liked this chapter please leave a heart and I'll see you on the next one!

-Izadi

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[leoascendente]

PAC/ Your destined person 💘

Hi loves and welcome to this new PAC! I'll be taking a time from this blog to focus on another projects, it doesn't mean that this blog will be unactive, it is just that I won't post that much pacs or astrology, I'll be more focused in my Spanish blog for a while. Anyway, private readings will still be open and from time to time I'll post something over here because Tumblr is and always will be my safe place.

Take a deep breath before choosig your pile and pick the picture you feel called the most, because this is a general reading it doesn't have to fully resonate, keep what does and leave what doesn't for somebody else, you can always choose another pile :)

For private readings click here

My blog in Spanish here

Decks: Romantic tarot, dark wood tarot, tea leafs oracle, romance angels oracle, love oracle cards

All pics are from pinterest, credits to their owners

Pile 1/ Pile 2

Pile 3/ Pile 4

Pile 1:

Who is your destined person?:

(Cards: 6 of swords, 3 of pentacles, 6 of pentacles, moon, hermit, queen of wands, king of swords/ hermit rev, death, wheel of fortune, 5 of pentacles, sun)

This person probably comes from a very different backgroud than you, it will seem like you don't have much in common at first, they have probably moved from the place they were born and are getting used to the new place. They are a hard worker, right now they are putting a lot of effort in this area of their life, probably to help financially their beloved ones, I'm hearing to help their parents, they are so focused in making money that they are not nurturing other aspects of their life like socializing, the good thing is that they don't seem to care about it. They got the hermit with two different decks, once upright and another time on reversed, it gives me the feeling that they feel very comfortable in their solitude but at the same time they are craving significative connections and a reason to get out of their isolation, for some reason they feel very exhausted but they can't sleep at night, they are like an owl, by night they seem to be more active even though they should be super tired because their work is exhausting (I'm writting this at 13:31 on my clock, maybe it's a relevant number for you or this connection). This person has some emotional issues that keeps them up at night, it's like they need these few extra hours of the day that they are taking from their resting time to relax when the rest of the world is quiet, maybe it's because they are far from home or because they miss their family, because this is related to their emotional world but for what I see here they are thinking too much about others and not about themselves and their mental peace. Anyway, this person is really attractive, for what I see in the cards, they have some not-so-secret admirers that are chasing them or looking desperately for their attention, whatever they are trying is not working with your person, your person seems to be an introvert or at least, they need to feel emotionally connected to something or someone to invest their energy fully on it, I could even say that they are a little shy when it comes to interact with other people. this person has an strong masculine energy, also I keep hearing the word resilient so this may be the most noticable trait about them, the thing here with the admirers is that they are chasing your person, like taking the masculine role but only for their outside appearance, your person seems to need something more to connect with someone and they prefer to court that to be courted. Right now they are closing chapters, there's a massive divine intervention in their life even if they are not aware of this, this is happening for their highest good because they need to get out of this hermit mode and start experiencing good things. They seem to be a little apathic and their lack of rest could be affecting their health too, even if they want it or not, a change is coming to align them, there will be a shift in their luck very soon, especially to help them financially because they seem to be struggling in this aspect. your person is really calmed and peaceful, very goal oriented and commited to what's important to them, you'll love the kind of person they are and the peace they'll bring to your life.

Your connection:

(Cards: deception, new love, this could be the one, playfulness/ girl with a snake, heartbroken, the phoenix, heart with a key, wedding rings)

Okay, your person had a very tough relationship with a toxic person that played with their heart and left them in the dust, this might be one of the reasons why they are avoiding so much human contact, especially with romantic interests, their heart is still recovering from this heartbreak. When you appear in their life, everything will trasform, it will be so magical and unexpected that they won't know what to do, you'll catch them off guard, everything will feel different with you, it's like they've been in a grey and clouded place and you appear to make the sun shine again in their life. This past relationship marked them but knowing you will make them realize that not everyone is the same, you will make them gain hope in love again, it will happen naturally and your relationship will be blossoming peacefully but with certainty, from the first moments they'll know that you are meant for them and will work to make you know it. This is a soulmate connection so you'll feel very comfortable with eachother like you know the other from a very long time, I see a lot of funny dates together, like an exhibition of some kind (I'm translating directly from google but I mean those places wih a ferris wheel, bumper cars, cotton candy and those places where you get a teddy bear if you drop all the bottle from the shelf, something that sort, please comment me the correct name of this lol). An important thing I see here is that your person might be shy at first and will try to make things the right way, not forcing anything, but what I like the most is that even though they have their heart wounded, they won't pay this pain with you, in fact, you'll be a reason to stop thinking about the past pain and focusing on the precious future you could share together, you'll ignite them faith in life, they'll find motivation again, they might even realize that they weren't as comfortable in their solitude as they wanted to project. I see a fast commitment, I also see that they will leave you the key of their home so you can stay there even when they are working, they'll try to make you part of their day to day life and will be very honest with your from the start, you can ask them anything and they will respond with all the truth, even if the truth doesn't leave them in good place, they want you to know every detail about them, you can also trust in them to share whatever you want, they will be super understanding and compassionate.

Signals:

(Tea leafs: sunrise, woman, feather, bull, desk, scissors, caterpillar)

By the moment you are about to meet your person, you'll be finding out the true intentions of a woman in your life, I don't know why but the energy of this woman gives me really bad vibe, like a two faced person, is someone that you should put distance with in order to protect your energy because in terms of love she could often have bad experiences and she will not be happy for you when you find your soulmate. There also this message of not sharing your ideas about the future, not just in love but about your goals or plans in work too, if you are thinking about initiate something by your own just keep it private for a while, or at least just share it with your closest ones because this woman or femenine energy around you don't what you to thrive. The good thing is that you got the card of the sunrise, so you'll be having a lot of new ideas that will lead you to find success, I'd suggest you to write down those ideas,take time to organize them and start implementing them in aries season, at the beggining of the spring, energies will be at your favor. For your person they'll be working really hard, there might be a chance for a rise or getting a higher position in their work field and they'll be focused into that, for others of you there might also be the chance that your person will be getting another job with a better salary, I'm getting especially this second option because your person seems to be very unhappy in their current job and they need better conditions, it also seems like there is some opposition from someone in their work and your person has to keep themselves in a defensive position to deal with it and they don't want this no more, they know they deserve a healthier work enviroment, maybe there's an abusive boss here. There's the possibility that you are really close to meet eachother because of the cards on tarot and this message so be aware of your surroundings because your person is closer than you imagine :)

Channeled messages: a puppy, sexy but don't know it, romantic dates, strong arms, meet them in a public place like a park, a market or a place with art or literature involved like museums or book stores, gift giving, a soft pink or white dress, night dates, overthinking, financial struggle, 999, 1333, virgo, scorpio, cancer and leo, might be seasons for you two meet or your person's sign.

Pile 2:

Who is your destined person?

(Cards: 9 of wands, 4 of swords, 7 of pentacles, 10 of pentacles, justice, death, world/ devil, justice, queen of pentacles, judgement, king of wands)

Okay, lets start saying that you know this person but never had anything romantic with them besides a crush for some of you, they are someone that is familiar to you, maybe you have talked at some point or is simplier than that and you follow them on social media or something that sort, you know eachother but there's almost any interaction between you two. I usually say on private readings when I see that the consultant know their person that Universe has a wicked sense of humor and sometimes, this person can be so random as your crush on primary school, someone you talked once in a party, a friend of a friend and those kind of things, so don't be dissapointed when you see that you know your person because many times, even though you know them, they can be the most random person you could ever imagine. Right now your person is going through some legal issues, it can be a divorce for some of you but for others it might be more related to an spiritual awakening where they are taking resposibility over things they have done in the past, like paying some karma and realizing why they are paying it. The good thing is that your person is closing a chapter, this awakening can be hard, because of the devil card, but it also will bring them a big relief and a change in their reality for the best, there's also a change in their way to face life. For what I see in the cards, your person is wealthy or well positioned in life, probably has a high position in their work field, for some they can work in something related to laws but is an enviroment with a lot of competition and stabs in the back, you have to be a little ruthless to thrive in that area, there's also a chance that they already have a child or kids near them, if you have children, your person will get along very well with your kid too. Your person has an strong temper, the good part of it is that they are very protective of what they love and don't mind getting into trouble if that means keeping their beloved ones safe. The not so good part is that they can be too impulsive and irrational when angry, their passionate spirit can take the best from them sometimes, they will be your total opposite so if you have a natural calmed and peaceful temper this pile is for you. Your person is someone brave, a natural extrovert with a lot of charisma, they can draw all the attention of a room to them just with an smile, they are also very sexy, physically they are extremely attractive, they could also be a Libra or Sagittarius sun sign. Your person hasn't been an angel in their past, even though they are a nice person with a good heart, it seems like they did ot take the best decitions in their past and now they are regreting some mistakes. They are really handsome and charming, I see they haven't faced rejection in their past and that has led them to be too confident, they are the kind of person who always gets what they want, do you know Dexter from the show One Day? your person reminds me of him in the good and the bad traits. Anyway, they recently had an experience that made them realize the path they were taking and they want a diferent direction, they don't feel fulfilled and knows that can get something better for themselves, they are also facing the consequences of their actions si they might need some extra time to get into your life.

Your connection:

(Cards: this could be the one, trust, children, worth waiting for/ talking, golden mirror, sword and rose, self indulgence, love call)

You'll share a very special bond, I see trust issues from both of you but at the moment you start something together those issues will fade, it's like your souls will recognize that you both are meant for eachother, feelings will bloom naturally. I see different scenarios for your pile so take what resonates with you, for the people who already know who this person is, the cards invite you to keep hopeful but patient, just trust the Universe and focus on your bussiness meanwhile your person puts their life in order and solve the issues they are currently dealing with, you deserve to enjoy their best version. For others of you who can't figure out yet who your person is, the cards have a similar meaning, to stay optimistic visualizing your ideal relationship, you'll have to wait a little more than the other piles because your person is dealing with issues they need to resolve before meeting you, again, you deserve to enjoy their best version, your vibration is very high so having your person right now in your life with their current circumstances could affect negatively your energy, so this wait is a divine protection for you. Things will start by flirting between both of you, maybe some casual dates at first but for what see in the cards, there's a lot of communication here and it makes sense because through communication trust gets reinforced and that's what you both need. You both will be very different but will have so much in common, your experiences in life or even your tastes or hobbies, your favorite artist or the kind of music you like, it will start by something simple but then you'll realize how similar you truly are, you will mirror eachother in every aspect, for some with an spiritual development I see this person is your twin flame. A nice thing a like about your person is that they will allow you to stay in your femenine energy, the card of self indulgence gives me the feeling that they'll provide for the things you like, just as an example, if you are into a saga of books but you don't have enough money to afford everyone of them so you go buy it one by one, your person will buy you all the saga so you can enjoy your hobbies. For some of you I even see that your person pays for your beauty treatments like getting your lashes or nails done. I see that they'll like to take a protective role with you, if you are easilly stressed, especially in regards of legal matters or burocracy, your person will take care of it so you don't have to worry, if you have any dream or goal you want to achieve your person will also provide you a safe space so you can develop it, especially for those of you who are into arts or something that involves creativity

Signals:

(Tea leafs: teapot, mule, wreath, shield, stork, wedge, heart)

Your signs to know when your person is about to enter your life will be a dissapointment with a friendship of your same sex, you might have an idea of who this person is because you have been seeing red flags from them in the past but you have turned a blind eye with them, especially in terms of stubborness and not wanting to change their habits. I'm getting that they are the kind to mourn and complain over things that they could easilly change, even you could have given them advices in the past but this person is unwilling to change for the better so you'll have to take them out of your life before your person comes. The tea leafs say that this won't be easy for you because you love and appreciate this person but by having them in your life you have to stay in a protective state, the shield warns you that you need to protect yourself from this person because they are consuming your energies. For your person, they'll be in a process of creating something new, I'm getting that it will be related to work, they'll be moving in silence because there's someone near them that don't want your person to be successful in this new project, anyway the project will thrive regardless of what other people try to mess with it. Your person will be just about to get their victory when they get in a deeper contact with you, they'll feel like things are getting better for them after everything they had to go through, you'll be like their ultimate victory. They'll know it's you because they'll feel safe by your side, having in mind that they are surrounded by snakes, getting in contact with you will feel for them like being in precence of angels.

Channeled messages: protect yourself from evil eye, black turmaline, long term relationship, karmic debts, late night conversations, a lot of sexual energy, love letters, release the old so the new can enter, the goddess Kali, law of attraction, subliminal audios, stay in your femenine energy, the bee and the flower, trust the process, 1111, 222, sagittarius, libra, scorpio

Pile 3:

Who is your destined person?

(Cards: queen of cups, king of pentacles, queen of pentacles, 3 of wands, fool, king of cups, 10 of pentacles/ ace of wands, 8 of pentacles rev, 5 of swords rev, judgement, emperor)

This person is your soulmate/twin flame, they are your divine counterpart so you will notice it from the very first moment you meet them. Getting into who your person is, they come from a wealthy background, their family seem to be very rich to say the least, they have been a pampered child all their life, in fact, if they work is because they want to not because they need to. Your person has been raised by parents that are soulmates so they know what true love is and knows that they want that type of connection for them too, they are a romantic and are not afraid to express it, they are also very well mannered so expect them to be chilvalrous with you, they are a true gentleman. They are so open to love that is overwhelming, they fantazise an daydream a lot about you, how you look, your way to walk and your smell, they have you so much in their head but they feel frustration not knowing who you are and when you will appear, they look for you everywhere they go and in every person they meet, yu cold even feel their energy calling you, if you have romantic dreams with someone but you can see their face clearly it is your person calling you in, you can intuitively feel them, I'm also getting that if you are able to see the face of someone familiar to you in dreams like a famous person just check that person you dream about because they might reselble the characteristics of your person. They have a melancholic soul, like a poet from another century, they are very deep and emotional, they have so much love inside they want to offer but they feel frustrated because they don't find the right person to share it with, they don't want only to share love they want someone to share all their life with, they feel like they already have it all to live a happy life but there's this missing peace of wanting to share all their abundance with someone else. There's this phrase of the movie 'into the wild' (my favourite movie ever <3) that says 'happiness is only real when it's shared', I feel that your person resonates a lot with this phrase, they have people they love around but they crave a romantic connection to create a family with, btw, they are really into marriage and family, they also like children and animals and they love your person too. Your person has a sensitive heart and the pain of their solitude has led them to get involved with people with superficial intentions or toxic behaviors, mostly because of your person's money, they had a relationship in the past that left them feeling empty and that's why now they are giving themselves time to be alone and with their family, I see they have siblings that are playing a major role into your person's emotional healing. Idk if you'll know about this book, it's called fallen hearts by V.C Andrews, it is part of the Casteel saga but the character that reminds me of your person appears on the second book, his name is Troy Tatterton, I suggest you to read it or let me know if you already know them :). I also see that your person has traveled a lot, for some of you, you could even live at distanced places where you'd had to travel to see eachother, it may be in one of your person's journeys where they finally meet you.

The connection:

(Cards: true love, getting to know eachother, playfulness, wedding/ casette, hammer, camera, separation, twin flames)

Oh goddess, this is so beautiful it makes me want to cry! If it was up to your person they would marry you as soon as they meet you, after all their painful journey, when you appear in their life they'll feel like the skies will open up only for them, they'll know it's you and will court you from the very first moment, they will be flirty but charming at the same time, I see you'll feel the same too. Even though that feelings will be intense at first, you both will make the effort to get to know eachother on deeper levels to check your chemistry and compatibility, everything will feel light and easy, you'll get along super well, they'll make you feel like you are in a safe place, if you are naturally introverted they'll make you feel protected and, in case you are an hyper independent person, you'll feel like you can finally relax and release some of the weight over your shoulders. At some point you'll have distance between you two but it won't separate you, I see you will make the best of every moment you spend together and, after a little time your person will offer you a seious commitment so you can start your life together as a couple, it might also be a soon engagement. I see that you'll be watching the pictures and videos you make together, especially if decide to travel, I see a fancy cabin near a forest where you are staying together to spend some alone time with nobody else there to bother you. The time you spend separated will play a major role for you two to decide that you want to be together forever, I see that your person will have a harder time being away from you, that's why they won't hesitate at the moment of offering you commitment, probably they give you a promise ring or tell you to get married, it will happen sooner than usual but both of you will feel certain about this relationship and what you want from it, you'll fit like puzle pieces and you'll both will understand why things didn't work with anybody else in the past.

Signals:

(Tea leafs: gong, key, shark, caterpillar, dagger, camel, unicorn, carriage)

For you, you'll be receiving good news about something you have done, it will be something exciting for you, a successful outcome for something you put a lot of effort in, you could even celebrate it with your close ones because this will make you very happy. There's a little warning for you about being responsible with your money but also I see you could loose something important like a jewel or something with big material value like a phone or something that sort, so if you suddently loose soemthing important take it as a sign that your person is about to enter your life. For your person I'd confirm what I said before about the trip, the carriage means a journey either be a mental or physical but I feel that it's a trip for vacation. This journey is because they have been through a period of worries and stress, they just have solved a problem before making this trip, this solution will involve some changes in their life that will align them with their highest good so, overcoming this obstacle will finally lead them to you, their most desired wish. They'll be taking a time to release all the tension they've been holding, it is surely oon holidays so check the calendar just in case, they'll be with more people in this journey, probably their siblings, your meeting will be something spontaneous, neither of you will be expetiing it

Channeled messages: Water sign, earth moon sign, family money, colors red and green, divine counterparts, white doves and sunflowers, many options in love, send you romantic phrases or pictures that reminds them of you, settle down, a midset change, aries season, 777, 1818

Pile 4:

Who is your destined person?:

(Cards: knight of wands, 10 of cups, moon, queen of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, knight of swords/ 7 of cups rev, 9 of swords, queen of pentacles, fool, empress)

Your person got the queen of pentacles repeated with two different tarot decks, this gives me the feeling that they feel plenty with the current direction of their life, with the 10 of cups I'd confirm that they feel happy and fulfilled and everything is working out for your person. Besides that luck is on their side naturally, your person has fought to be in the place they are right now, they are following their passion and vocation and being loyal to their heart has lead them to success and recognition, they are also very optimistic and knows how to see the good side of things at every situation. Your person reminds me of Eli from Boy swallows universe (please watch the show, it's awesome and you'll love Eli), your person is brave, independent and resourceful, even daring sometimes, they are loyal to their truth and their heart, in fact I see they can be a little obsessed with finding out the truth of things so they could even be into conspiracy theories or things that sort. Your person is a wanderer, a curious soul but with a grounded spirit, they can be wild sometimes but they know their own limits and knows when to stop, they are really down to earth and mature on the important matters but very lighthearted and spontaneus when the ocassion requires it. They have been through seriouus things in the past, they may have some unresolved heavy trauma they didn't gave themselves the chance to solve it so they might act reckless sometimes, but the good thing is that they have an strong moral compass and value system they keep loyal at every moment, betray their values would feel like betraying themselves and that's something they don't want to go through. Your person can be an unintentional heartbreaker, they don't want to hurt anybody's feelings but it's easy for people to catch feelings for your person, is something about their aura or their energy, they are so warm and gentle that everybody feels drawn to them and can't help but develop feelings for them, they are easy to be loved. Your person is really smart, they could be air dominant in their chart because they also seem like having a talent with words or being a great communicator, they are also very funny so expect to laugh a lot with them, they might be younger than you or it's simply that they have a youthful energy, whatever it is they have this childlike energy that makes them lovely. Your person has this golden retirever energy that everyone likes, they are also very friendly and seems to have it easy to create friendships with other people, their sense of humor is a plus on this aspect too, they are a sweetheart with a loving heart but they are also very hard working and commited to what they think is right, you'll feel super comfortable by their side, even though they could be younger they will give off very mature and reliable energy.

The connection:

(Cards: Keep an open mind, retreat, flirt, love yourself first, chemistry/ the sword and rose, girl talk, cupid's arrow, sunglasses, engagement ring)

Okay, at first they might not be your usual type or the kind of person you would be interested in, for some, your person could be younger than you and that could be a turn off for you. Your connection will bloom progressively by creating a friendship first, besides the fact that your person will be very into you from the very first moment, they'll prefer to respect your times and show you they are worthy of your love, they will feel like they are out of your league for some reason. You might run from them at a certain moment because you get confused with your emotions, especially for those of you reading this that are a water moon, you'll need some time to reflect on your emotions and realize that there's an inmense chemistry between you two, maybe this distance you take serves you as a reassurance of how drawn you feel to this person, they'll have a bad time with this retreat but for you will be very healing and enlightning. I see that there's a female or dominant femenine energy in your life you trust so much, that person is very reliable and wise, don't doubt to ask them for advice because she will bring you clarity about the situation, I'm glad to say that you have an amazing support system, count on that female friend when you need mental clarity because she will be very honest, for some of you this person could be a sister. During this separation you might think that your person is focused into their bussiness but they'll be into stalker mode (positively, of course), checking up on you, they might even ask someone close to you how you are doing just to know about you, they'll also be checking your social media to know about you, they won't do it in a creepy way, they'll feel the same pull to you but they have a harder time trying to contain their emotions, the good thing is that you seem to be very intuitive so you'll know when their energy is trying to approach you. They'll be so in love with you, it feels like they fell first but you'll fall harder after a while, you both are soulmates so, even though you'll try to fight your feelings, you can't help but fall for this person, and after you see how much they are willing to offer and their true esence you'll fall for them (I'm writting this at 15:15 on my clock in case it's a relevant number for you). They'll wear their heart on their sleeve, they'll be very protective of you and won't allow any disrispect to you, they can be cutthroating if anybody tries to mess with you, tey'll feel so honnoured by you focusing on them that they will try to make you the happiest person ever everyday of your life, they can't believe their luck by finding a person like you and receiving love from you, this connection will be an equal give and take, you both will do everything for the other to make them happy.

Signals:

(Tea leafs: dolphin, windchimes, fox, broken ring, bull, needle and thread, ant, table)

For you, you'll be in a very nice moment of your life when you are about to meet your person, you'll be receiving a big amount of money because of something you did in the past, like a material reward. This material abundance will give you a feeling of peace and relief, you have the chance to have some vacations or free time by yourself, I see you a little secretive about this, like you don't want anybody to ruin this good time, you may also be silent about the amount of money you receive. For your person, they'll be dettaching from someone or something, the broken ring is usually associated with romance but I feel it more related to bussiness so they might be changing their job for a healthiest enviroment (if you felt called to pile 1 I suggest you to check it), it seems like their current work field is forcing your person to sacrifice themselves and keeps them in a defensive position. They'll have to work hard but it will bring them stability and security.

Channeled messages: Acts of service, getting a pet together, a cat person, sleep problems, full moons affect their mood, white horses and moths, vivid dreams, sitcoms, a lot of laugh, mental fog, meditation, 1212, 444, taurus, gemini, aquarius

[novemberheart]

{overview} While your relationship with the pack is seemingly off to a good start, you can't help but feel like this may not be the pack for you.

{warnings} a/b/o dynamics, cursing, impersonating a medical professional, cursing, crying, female reader

Chapter 4 <- Chapter 5 -> Chapter 6

Simon had fallen asleep again soon after that. You continued to project your scent on and off for the next fifteen minutes before the door creaked open.

“How’s it going?” Kyle whispered like he was afraid to wake the sleeping beast. You smiled at him over your shoulder.

“Fine.”

He entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He grabbed a chair by the door, setting it down a few inches away from you.

“He woke up for a bit.”

“He seem out of it?”

You shook your head. “Not really. We talked a tiny bit.”

“He was nice to you,” Kyle questioned. You quickly nodded your head. “Then he was out of it.” he chuckled a grin across his face. You rolled your eyes before they flickered to Simon. The washcloth suddenly looked all too dry. You stole it from Simon's forehead heading into the bathroom to refresh it. You set it back on his forehead, another pleased grumble echoing in his chest.

As you sat you couldn't help but notice the slight awe on Kyle's face.

“Been here for three hours and have already tamed the beast.” he sighed, shaking his head. You giggled looking back at the hulking man.

“I haven't seen a beast yet.” you smiled.

“How are they doing in there?” John questioned as soon as Kyle closed the door.

“Turned him into a house cat.” Kyle chuckled. It was time for the shift change. Kyle being replaced by John.

“Better than I thought the outcome would be.” He rumbled back. He quickly checked to make sure the hallway was clear before leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Kyle's temple. “You and Sunshine swing back to pick her up for dinner then bring her home, yeah?”

“You got it, Cap.”

“You don't have a phone or something?” Simon grumbled, causing you to jolt out of your slump. His russet eyes peering over at you.

“I do.” you stumbled. “It was raining when I got here so I slipped it into my backpack so it didn't get all wet,” you explained. “Left it back in the room.”

“What room did you get?” he hummed. His voice was groggy and you quickly got up to fetch more water.

“The one between yours and John.”

“That's the good one.” he took the straw between his teeth, finishing it with a quick thanks. The nurse had just come in around twenty minutes ago giving him another round of painkillers. The little movement he had slipped further away. “Johnny plays rain sounds to fall asleep, like we're in the middle of a hurricane every night.”

You chuckled at this. Throwing the cup away.

“I might like that. I enjoy the rain.” you sighed. You weren't sure if you could bear to sit down anymore. Your legs becoming sore and your butt going numb. “What about Kyle?” you hummed.

“He's a good boy.” Simon complimented. His hazy eyes watched as you walked back and forth in front of his bed. You stopped suddenly, your hands resting on the footboard.

“Are you hungry? You haven't eaten since I've been here,” you questioned.

“Like you can read my mind, pup.” he complimented. “Nurses ‘round here are stingy.” he huffed.

“I can hunt something down for you.” you offered, already heading towards the door.

“Take one of the lads with you,” he ordered after you. “Walking around base smellin’ like that,” he said the last part just below a whisper.

“He's hungry,” you told John as soon as you opened the door. He looked up from his book, already moving to stand. “Is there a cafeteria here?”

“I think they have a small one. But I'm pretty sure it's just for nurses and doctors, honey.” John looked around, rubbing at his eyes. Part of you wanted to grab him and find a bed for him to sleep in. “Should be bringing him dinner soon.”

“You know what floor?” you asked.

His brows furrowed, surprised you hadn't shown any signs of determent. “One with the kitchen I think,” he answered. You nodded your head in thanks before beginning your trek towards the elevator. Floor five was where you needed to go. John followed you, his eyes reflecting with curiosity.

“Stay here,” you commanded. He stopped just outside the elevator watching you carefully. You peeked your head around the corner. There was a small line of about ten hospital personnel lining up to get some food. Lucky for you there was a cleaning cart a few feet away from you with a white coat thrown on it. You reached out grabbing it, working fast to put it on and hold it shut with your arms. It was long on you. Too long. Hopefully, no one would pay too much attention.

John leaned against the wall suppressing a chuckle at your newfound mission. You disappeared around the corner, sneaking your way into the line. The person in front of you lifted their nose taking a few deep sniffs before looking at you.

“Just came from the omega ward. You know how that is.” you grinned- admittedly a bit awkwardly. The person gave you a small nod before turning their back to you. You parted with a breath you didn't know you were holding. When it was finally your turn you grabbed a heaping spoonful of rice and some type of beef stew. You also grabbed a brownie. Not for Simon but for you for successfully achieving your mission. You quickly rounded the corner, handing the bowl to John, peeling your coat off and tossing it back on the cart.

“I must say that was quite impressive.” John smiled at you.

“Thanks.” you beamed, taking a bite out of your brownie. He watched you for a long moment. Between the sparkle in your eyes and the smell of happy omega, you were hard to take his eyes off of. A rose in the desert. As the elevator doors opened you took the bowl from him practically bounding over to Simon's door. You seem to have built a bond with him fast. Unexpected. But it made John optimistic.

“Special delivery,” you smirked, leaving the door open in case John wanted to come in.

“No you didn't,” Simon growled. If he wasn't so medicated he would've skyrocketed up in his bed. “How’d you swing that?” he questioned. You put his food down on his tray, searching around for the lever that would sit him upright.

“Can you sit up or will that hurt you?” you checked, just as John came in closing the door.

“I’ll survive.” Simon insisted, his pupils dilating.

“She went undercover for that, better enjoy it.” John sighed, sitting down. You finally found the up arrow, slowly raising Simon towards the tray.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmmhhm,” John smirked. He had a proud look on his face. A look that you're not sure you've ever seen before. You flushed, looking back at Simon, whose eyes were drifting between the two of you. You grabbed Simon's right hand, placed a spoon in it, and set it on the tray. He moved as quickly as possible to scoop up the food. You sprang into action slowly, peeling his mask up to his nose.

“Might as well take it off, pup. Seen most of me by now anyway.” you bit the inside of your cheek, pulling the band away from one ear and peeling it off the other. John stayed silent, his eyes watching the both of you like it was a suspense film.

Simon was handsome. Not in the rugged way John was, or the pretty way Kyle was, or even the flat-out hot way Johnny was. He was a fighter. His nose was bent and bumpy, scars from badly healed wounds littering his face. His jaw was strong, covered in a five o'clock shadow from not being able to shave. His eyes easily described as dead. His lips were full, but you quickly averted your eyes not wanting to get caught staring at them. You made yourself busy by preparing another cup of water and placing it near his tray. Then taking the washcloth that had fallen into his lap in the bathroom to dry.

“You look better.” you heard John murmur.

“I've had a bit of help.” you heard Simon mutter back. Your first instinct was to believe he was speaking about you. The satisfied omega in you quickly shook off when you convinced yourself he was probably talking about a nurse. Course. All you did was put a wet rag on him and give him some water.

You re-emerged from the bathroom, eyeing the brownie you left in the entryway. It felt rude to eat it now. Simon was eating at a snail's pace, but he seemed content that he was eating.

“The boys are going to swing back around to pick you up for dinner then take you home.”

Home? It felt like a leap. One that you weren't quite sure you were ready for. While they had all been nice to you there was something strange in the air. Maybe it was just because they were all bonded and you weren't, but you felt like you were imposing. You also tried not to think about the fact that the only reason they wanted you in the first place was for the healing properties of omegas. Would they want to get rid of you after Simon healed?

“Honey?” John spoke again. You shook yourself out of your thoughts, nodding your head in agreement.

“Sounds good.” you smiled nervously. He eyed you up and down, before letting it rest.

“So tell me more about this undercover mission.” Simon drawled, between bites.

“I impersonated a doctor.” you shared.

“Stole the coat and everything.” John chuckled, putting his feet up on the same ledge you had.

“Isn't that a felony,” Simon smirked, causing your throat to dry. You hadn't thought about the consequences. What if someone found out? Would you get in trouble? I mean it wasn't like you were passing out pills and injecting people. “Relax, pup. Your biggest concern should be this one recruiting you.” Simon shot, sluggishly nodding his head towards John.

“Now he's right about that.” John smiled, patting your knee in comfort.

By the time Kyle and Johnny had come to collect you, you were starving. The focus of projecting your scent made you burn more fuel. Plus the added emotional toll of being in a new environment, with new people and scents.

It was nice to be by the betas again. Less pressure. They had you sandwiched between them as they walked, people eyeing you in the hallway.

“Hungry, Peaches?” Johnny asked, looking over at you. His hand was ghosting over the small of your back. You just assumed he was guiding you in unfamiliar territory, but in reality, it was a claim.

“Very.” you groaned. Your stomach twists even more at the smell of food drifting throughout the halls. “Just hope for something good,” you added.

“I'm sure we can scrounge something up,” Kyle assured, holding open the cafeteria doors for you and Johnny. Luckily it was something good. A deconstructed shepherd's pie- which Johnny adamantly insisted wasn't even close to being accurate. You loaded up on extra mashed potatoes, the meat looking a little precarious.

“Have you ever gotten food poisoning from here?” you questioned, as you all worked through the line.

“No,” Kyle answered quickly, amusement in his eyes as they flickered over to Johnny.

“Aye. I may have once or twice.” Johnny practically mumbled.

“Cause you'll eat anything, mate.” Kyle snickered. “Decided the shrimp cocktail was worth trying,” Kyle explained, causing you to laugh.

The dessert was chocolate chip cookies. You resisted the urge to grab five of them, just taking one. Kyle added two more to your plate. “You can eat Johns and Simons. They won't mind.” he smiled down at you. You grinned, turning back to the front of the line.

“Can I get a to-go dinner?” Johnny asked once you got to the front. “This one's on mine too.” He nodded over to you, before swiping a blue card. The lunch lady nodded, passing him a takeout container.

“You had to pay?” you questioned, following Johnny as Kyle swiped his card.

“No. I think they just use it for tracking purposes. So they know how much everyone is eating.” he explained. You “oohed” before sitting down at the same table you had that afternoon.

“Is this your table or something?” you hummed already shoveling potatoes in your mouth. Johnny nodded his head through his stuffed mouth.

“Simon and John like it because they can see the whole cafeteria,” Kyle explained sitting down next to you. His scent blockers had begun to wear off because you caught a small whiff of fresh linen. The smell went directly to your brain and you could feel a tingle arising at the base of your head. It always amazed you how much closer you could feel to someone just after one sniff. You supposed that's why everyone around here wore scent blockers.

You wondered what John and Johnny smelt like.

“Paranoid bastards,” Johnny grumbled, with a slight pull of his lips.

‘Protective’. The word echoes in your head. It was every omegas dream. Be protected. Have an alpha that would protect you- a pack that would protect you. Kyle had already displayed that quality. A shiver ran up your spin at the thought of being something worth protecting. But you had never been deemed that before, why would that change? If Kyles's earlier behavior was anything it was probably just to check an alpha. It probably had nothing to do with you. You suddenly felt full.

They walked you back ‘home’ and you were halfway there when Johnny dipped out to give John his dinner.

“So how was your first day?” Kyle asked, holding open the front door for you.

“It was good.” you smiled tiredly, your hands rubbing your eyes. Truth be told it wasn't how you imagined your first day. You would often imagine your first day with your new pack. Everyone would be sitting around, getting to know each other, and it would feel as though all of you had known each other for a lifetime. Instead, you had spent most of your time with a drugged-up alpha. Maybe you had just been naive.

“Probably not what you had in mind, yeah?” Kyle lightly chuckled. You know he didn't mean it, but the chuckle had rubbed you the wrong way. Maybe it was the tiredness, or your headache, or the feeling of being let down. He was a beta. The drive to join a pack wasn't as strong for him as it was for an alpha or omega. He didn't seem to understand this was going to be the rest of your life. The only one who had really made an effort to get to know you was Johnny, but he seemed like he would be content chatting with the wall.

“Not really,” you admitted. You gave him a small smile before heading towards ‘your’ room. “I'll see you tomorrow, Kyle,” you finished. You wanted nothing more than to take a quick shower and go to sleep.

You dug your phone out of your bag noticing two missed calls from Kate, exactly fifteen minutes apart. You pressed her contact.

“You must be having fun.” She greeted picking up after one ring. You sighed, causing her to frown on the other end.

“It's alright,” you murmured, beginning to peel off your clothes. You suddenly realized that your bag was still packed.

“What's wrong.” her tone was a bit snappy, but not against you. She just wanted to get to the bottom of things.

“What's wrong is my bag is still packed.” you nearly whimpered, your knees hitting the ground. You rested against your bag, staring up at the ceiling trying to hold on to the tears.

“Are you tired?” Kate asked softly. Her tone was softened by a motherly one.

“Yes.” you huffed. “But that's not the reason I'm upset.” you continued.

“Talk to me.” she pressed. You could hear her shuffling on the other line and the slight squeak of a chair. You could picture her leaning back in her office chair, her forehead resting on her fingertips.

“They don't care about me,” you muttered. You suppressed the hurt whine that threatened to claw its way out of your throat. “They're just using me, Kate. I mean I show up, but I don't get time to settle in or unpack my stuff. Then I get put straight to work like I'm some miracle worker who's going to get Simon better overnight.” you paused for a moment finally letting a few fat tears roll down your cheek. “I'm not saying they’re mean- they haven't done anything to make me feel unsafe. I just don't have a bond with any of them, Kate,” you used your discarded sweater to wipe at your face.

“I’ll talk to them.” Kate declared, causing your heart to drop.

“No!” you said- a bit too loudly. She growled on the other end.

“Well, what can I do?” Kate annunciated. You know she was at her wit's end. If there was one thing Kate Laswell hated it was the feeling of losing control. “I know you're upset, honey. I am too. But it's your first day. Please give it some time.” she pleaded.

“I will.” you agreed. “I just needed to vent.” you sighed with a sniffle. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks for listening,” you said softly.

“Of course, honey.” she had returned to normal. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Around the same time?” She felt out. You nodded your head before agreeing verbally.

You tossed your phone on ‘your’ bed, before beginning to rip at the zippers of your duffle. You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself, blinking back some surprise when you smelt a familiar hint of fresh linen in the air. You brushed it off.

Meanwhile, Kyle had his ear pressed against your door, his heart racing a million miles a minute. They had a lot of making up to do.

Hi everyone! 🤎 The story will begin to pick up after this I promise! Thanks for the support and I’ll see you all in two days for chapter 6!

[so-i-did-this-thing]

Have you ever had to leave behind something that you love?

I left behind a career in music, which I ache about sometimes.

I know I could pick back up being a pro oboist (I have no interest in community ensembles), but the daily practice time investment for even being freelance, going through auditions all over again, and not wanting to play for/in churches... it's too much for me right now.

I'm also aware that at age 48, my time is ticking; I only have ~12 good years left in me on this particular instrument. That's probably the most upsetting to think about. I wonder often if I'm ready to be fully retired, instead of my current semi state. I don't think I'm ready to commit to hanging up my tux yet, but at the same time, I haven't really planned for how to get back on stage. It's frustrating being in limbo.

But I also had a pretty good run. Played most of my bucket list. Taught kids who got into better schools than I did. Was a big personality and have a lot of funny stories.

I have a feeling I'll be fully retired in 5 or 6 years. And that's ok. It'll just be another chapter in my life closed, but one I can revisit in many other less-stressful forms.

I believe that humans aren't meant to do the same thing over and over for all their lives. I'm interested in so many things, I have to juggle my time and resources. And right now, as much as I love being a musician, I love other things more -- weekend hikes, my little crafting projects, spending time with my partner.

Life is full of endings. But as long as life is also full of beginnings, you're going to be fine.

[wings-of-ink]

Hello everyone!

(A quick note, this is tagged as mature due to the brief touch on spicy content for subscribers, but there's no real "mature" content below, it is just a list of warnings.) The warnings are typed with strikethrough in case you would rather skip this part.

I'm just stopping by to give you some broad updates on what is cooking on my side of the screen.

Chapter 6 is up to 86k words. I have a feeling it may end up the biggest yet. I have about six segments left to finish. The goal is to finish this for release to subscribers in July – take note that this is my personal goal and not a deadline. I am not setting a deadline because it sets me up for failure. There's substantial pressure when working toward a specific date and it will ultimately create more delays for me. If it goes up in July, subscribers will have it 30 days in advance of the public release. Saves will be broken – just expect this. Likely, hard saves will not work either. There will be substantial corrections in the previous chapters and added content in Chapter 5. Some coding will have also changed.

For June subscribers on Patreon and Ko-fi, Zahn is up to bat!

Crow Tier:  Expect a heartwarming story featuring Zahn (gender selectable). Posting date: 6/15

Raven Tier:  Expect a steamy and kinky exchange with Zahn (cis woman). Posting date: 6/15

Warnings/Menu:  Bondage of RO, consensual light rough play, overstimulation, light orgasm denial, squirting, optional content related to reproduction (if specific MC characteristics are chosen).

Note that if female Zahn does not tickle your fancy (as indicated by past polls, most have reported to prefer male), I have implemented a way to read the story that sort of "switches" MC and Zahn. You'd want to be comfortable reading you/your MC as a cis woman though.

Both Tiers:  My goal is to have another teaser project sample posted this month as well. I will post publicly when I know for sure if this will get done. It may be toward the end of the month.

If Chapter 6 is ready in July, there will be no extras posted, and the below* will be moved to the following month.

If Chapter 6 is not ready in July, *there will be a series of side stories posted for both tiers that are much shorter. The Crow Tier will likely get a few cute ones with the ROs and probably some world-building ones as well. The Raven Tier will get a series of spicy "quickies," each featuring a different RO. These will not be interactive or gender-selectable for either MC or the RO, but I will try to have a variety of content to tickle your fancy.

In Lunan News…

I celebrated my 10th wedding anniversary! My spouse and I have been together for over 15 years in total and I still haven't managed to scare him away (not for lack of trying either).

My shoulder is not better. I met with my doctor and after lots of poking and prodding and wiggling my arm around, we worked out a different set of stretches and exercises for me to try. I've also been given a couple medications. They are pretty sure my rotator cuff is slightly torn or very irritated. If I see no improvement with the new regiment in the next few weeks, the next step is a MRI to take a look. This could eventually mean surgery which I am NOT jazzed about in the slightest. I am hopeful, with the meds and the new stretches, I do feel a bit better already and can use my arm with less pain after stretching. The plus side is, this does not currently and should not impede my ability to write. Thank the stars for that because otherwise I would go insane.

Work is still being ridiculous. I may have to do more overtime this month, but hopefully just during one week and then I'm done completely (or I'll at least not have to do as much). Eventually, once things even out, I believe I will be able to fully open my Tumblr inbox and also go through more of the backlog I have there already (approximately mid July). However, they sent out a request for "anonymous" feedback and I happily gave them all the fucking feedback they could handle (professionally, of course). We'll see just how anonymous it is, I guess. Who knows – maybe I'll be job-hunting and writing full time before too long, lol.

Our kitties are doing great! Arlo is obsessed with reflecting light and now chatters at the ceiling in anticipation of sunlight coming through the windows. Miles likes to watch me sleep – a lot.

Since you made it this far, how about some teasers from subscriber extras and Chapter 6!?

Chapter 6 – "Tarot" Card Scene:

The tingle is back in our fingers, very light and almost tickling. Once the first card is down, the tingle returns so you place a second, and then a third. After the fourth card is down, the tingle stops. The reader gestures for you to then flip your first card. The card is upright, depicting a large platform in the middle, held up by the silhouette of a giant person. The platform contains several buildings atop it, like a prospering city. "The Architect," they begin. "A common card for readings on relationships and a good sign at that. You are a foundation, a safe place for a relationship to build and thrive. You support and shelter your loved one even if they do not understand the type of help they need or how much. If you or they have any unresolved feelings, it's important to address them soon or cracks in your foundation can ruin the entire structure."

Zahn spicy extra:

There are many things you love about Zahn, but chief among them is her willingness to play with you. She trusts you implicitly when you want to try new things, she instigates just as much. Even when things don't go very well, she laughs it off with you, always saying, 'At least we tried something new.' She's always there to laugh with you when it's awkward and never puts down your ideas or makes fun of your desires. So, for her birthday, you are going to love her as hard as you can.

I hope you are all safe and well. This year is flying by so fast. I can't believe it is already Pride Month (aka June)! I wish I would have had the time to compile some extras to celebrate, but that will need to wait until next year. Just remember that Pride is eternal. Nothing can take that away. Be safe as you celebrate and find joy in who you are.

Happy Pride, my loves. ^_^

[hollow-writing-place]

The Ghost King and The Firecracker

Chapter 3:  ...Growth?

Word Count: 3933

Masterlist for this work/info about the fic

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Chapter Summary:

Unraveling, family shenanigans, understandings of sorts, and Fire. Maybe not in that exact order.

All in all, the reveal felt sort of anticlimactic.

Jason was sweat soaked and nauseated, half laying down on the couch, and Danny was just… looking… at him. Jason didn’t know what else to say, and just sat there and made uncomfortable eye-contact.

Danny blinked before standing and pacing the apartment a few times, muttering to himself while Jason watched on, head tilted to the side. Finally, he left the room. Jason was a little concerned when he heard muffled screaming from Danny’s room, but he sat patiently until Danny came back.

Standing in the doorway, Danny takes a deep breath. “So. You’re the Red Hood then. That’s fine. It's cool and okay and fine. And you are also Jason Wayne, which makes Bruce Freaking Wayne THE Batman. Which is okay, and perfectly fine and reasonable.” He takes another deep breath.

“You sound like you’re trying to convince yourself, not me.” Jason interjects lightheartedly, holding back the retort of '-It's Todd-Wayne, actually.' Danny does not seem amused.

There’s a sound like something cracking that has Jason whipping his head around. It felt… angry? Not angry, but something adjacent to that, which was odd, because how could a sound feel like anything?

Danny jolts at his reaction. "Did you hear that?” He asks, something in his voice sounding a bit too excited.

“Yeah, the hell was that? Sounded like glass or ice or somethin’.”

Danny is at his side in a heartbeat, stars in his eyes. “I think I should start telling you about cores.”

Jason quirks an eyebrow. “I mean, I know I'm supposed to have one. What else is there?”

Danny’s grin gets wider and Jason’s stomach drops lower than it already was. Were his teeth always so sharp?

---

When Jason leaves, he’s positively reeling.

Sure, the explanation was kind of iffy, but Jason thinks he gets the gist.

Each ghost core has a type, and it could be, like, any element, or not element, or- actually, Danny didn’t know how many core types there were, so he had ended up moving on. Then there was the aura stuff and the Ghostspeak. Danny told him what he heard was Danny's core aura projecting a feeling. His core was an ice core, so the sound probably was that of crackling ice. 

It clicked for Jason then. That’s how Danny knew he was whatever it is he is when they first met. Danny heard him making core noises or something.

When he asked, Danny lit up. “Oh yeah! Almost forgot that happened! That's not how I knew, I just knew, and, I mean, you only did it that one time, probably because it was your first real encounter with a ghost-slash-ghostly being and all.”

Jason had deadpanned, and Danny rushed to explain what he heard from Jason. Apparently he sounds like firecrackers?

“It could mean a number of things about your core type, but it could also be… uh.” He paused then, shooting an apologetic look at Jason. “Could also be- I guess you could refer to it as, like, after-images of your death? Too early to tell.” They fell into an uncomfortable silence after that until Danny moved on to scheduling their next meal.

He made sure Jason was no longer in danger of being sick and had rid himself of what he needed to. Jason confirmed he didn't feel the pits in his mind anymore. He even went so far as to call Bruce. He said nothing, of course, but when he had no reaction to hearing Bruce's voice, he sighed in relief and hung up. That seemed to be enough to convince both of them he was more or less cured.

It seemed wrong, to have it feel so easy. Sure, he spent a long time being sick, and an even longer time hurting, (Danny said he floated in and out of consciousness for a day and a half, but Jason doesn't remember any of it,) but all things considered, he feels like it should have been more difficult. He was out of commission for three weeks last time he got a stab wound, but this?  Purging himself of the plague that crippled him, reduced him to a slobbering attack dog, was gone in days? It was just... strange.

Then again, a lot of things had been easier lately with Danny around. 

Danny had disposed of the bucket of filth from his first, and the worst, day of his sickness. He confirms it's been passed off to that Yeti doctor he mentioned earlier to be examined. Before, maybe, he would have been up in arms at the idea. The secrets of whatever was in that crap shouldn't be known. But if it really was just some sort of corrupted ectoplasm, then who better to deal with it that ectoplasmic beings? Jason had no complaints that it was out of his life. 

Finally, armed with another jar of pure ectoplasm and a new mark on his calendar, Danny had ushered him from the apartment, claiming he had to go and talk to Frostbite again. Jason, thankfully, had recovered enough that his head was no longer spinning when he moved, so he nodded.

“Call me if you’ve got any problems! Oh also, you might start developingghostlyabilitiesorinstincts but don't worry too much!!” The door was shut in his face, and he didn’t do anything but blink dumbly at it for a minute. He’s about to leave when the door swings open and Danny hurries to add, “And no patrol for a while, yeah? Okay bye!”

The door is slammed again, and Jason shakes his head like he could clear the mess in his skull. It’s probably a good idea to retreat to his apartment now. He casts one last look at the door, giving it a second in case Danny comes out again, but ultimately begins the trek home. 

---

The effects of no longer having Lazarus waters clouding his mind are immediate.

There’s a deafening lack of rage. His hands don’t shake with it, don't curl into tight fists. His teeth don’t grind with the effort of not lashing out. He doesn’t need to focus part of himself on staying contained because there’s nothing to hold back. It feels like relaxing a muscle that had been tensed forever, and the overwhelming relief is staggering.

He spends his first few hours as a free man reaching back out to Roy. He wants to visit him and Lian, now that he’s safe to be around. He calls up Alfred, asks the man if he can drop by for lunch. Just the two of them of course. He still isn’t ready to face Bruce, or any of the other bats and birds.

He is astounded that, when he thinks of Bruce, The Bat, he only feels the regular anger. Not the murderous kind, or even the vengeful kind! Just a dull sort of bitterness that has him avoiding the man.

And that insidious creeping feeling in his veins has gone too! There's no impending sense of doom. He doesn't see green anymore, and it's altogether disorientating. He feels unbalanced, like his depth perception is off, and he’s judging distances wrong and missing steps. Still, no uncontrollable rage.

It's marvelous, and extremely difficult to navigate. 

Danny told him no patrol, and he is startled by his own lack of refusal. He isn't itching to take to the streets, to deliver justice by his own hand. His men are following his orders and keeping the alley safe on his word in his stead.

Sitting at home, however, makes his skin itch and crawl, so he spends some time just roaming the alley, sometimes texting Roy, or even Dick.

His older brother figure has responded eagerly each time Jason reached out, whether it was a text telling him about something simple he had for lunch, or a picture of a stray Jason saw on his path. Him and Dick were… complicated.

Jason remembers vividly how dismissive and cold the original Robin had been when he first arrived at the manor, had first taken up Robin. But he also remembers how, in time, Dick had tried . Despite the fights with Bruce, Dick did show up when it mattered.

Well, he tried, more often than not. Jason frowns grimly, pushing the thought of his lonely death away. He couldn’t blame Dick for that. He didn’t want to blame Dick for that, as much as part of him might always feel slightly betrayed. He was making an effort to match Dick’s enthusiasm in his own way. 

Even if all he could return was a little ‘:)’ text. 

---

He slept sparsely, and woke often for reasons he couldn’t decipher. Something was missing.

Daylight, nighttime, He finds himself wandering more and more. He leaves the Red Hood fit behind so he won’t feel the urge to do any real patrol, and just observes.

He knows growing a core probably is supposed to feel weird, but the new, unconscious behaviors he’s developing still throw him for a loop. There was an overwhelming feeling of something being wrong with Jason.

Well, more wrong than normal.

The pit in his stomach and the place in his brain that the Lazarus pits filled were… different. Changed. Something was missing. The Pits were emptied and replaced just as quickly, but whatever was there wasn’t finished. He’s more sensitive to… something, but he doesn't know what it is. It’s like he can feel the fluctuation in the air, or the movement of the earth beneath his feet. He’s hyper aware of that ‘something’, and it’s driving him up the wall.

He tries to leave Crime Alley, but hesitates on the border that would take him over the territory line. Something holds him back, and he finds himself turning around and heading home with little to no justification. It just felt like he needed to stay in his home territory. The idea of leaving made something twist in his gut. It's weird, but not enough for him to call up Danny yet. (Unless it keeps him from lunch with Alfred next week, then this will become a problem.) What makes him want to call Danny is the temperature thing.

When he still had Lazarus clouding his minds, he was uncomfortably warm more often than not. Now? He’s cold all the time, and nothing he does seems to fix it.

He bundles up in jackets and coats and gloves and isn't seen without a lighter on him. Sometimes he’ll light matches and just hold them until they burn too close to his fingers and he has to rush to blow them out. His thermostat sits at a constant 86 degrees, and it’s not enough.

When he wakes up shivering in his bed despite wearing five layers of clothes and being draped in at least seven of his thickest blankets, he makes a decision. He can’t wait two more days until dinner with Danny. 

---

The phone call is unexpected, for sure. Danny groggily glances at the clock and notes the time to be 3 something. Regardless, he picks up his phone.

Jason’s voice answers him immediately, growly and sleep-addled. “I’m cold all the time. What's happening?”

Danny rubs the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “What happened to saying hi? Hello? How are you doing?”

Jason makes a frustrated noise. “Hi Danny. I am cold all the fucking time. What. is. wrong. with. me?”

Listening closer, Danny catches the sound of Jason’s teeth chattering and grimaces. “A little more info, please.” Danny sits up, already realizing he’s probably not going back to sleep any time soon.

“No matter what I seem to do, I'm always cold. Always!“ Danny can just picture the snarl on his face. He shakes his head to will the image away, blushing. “I- I must be wearing every coat I own right now, and I'm still shivering. If we don’t figure out how to fix this,” Jason laughs incredulously, “-Then I swear to god I'm gonna jump into a bonfire.”

“Well, first things first, don’t do that. Secondly, I'm coming over.” He hears a relieved sigh.

“I’ll send you the address.”

Confusion. “I already have it?”

Another laugh, this one far more genuine. “Not my old one. My real address.”

---

Danny could just fly on over there, but he wanted to walk. Wanted to try and get a feel for if anything had changed in the air of Crime Alley. If his, and Frostbite’s, suspicions were at all correct, then he wanted to confirm it.

Sure enough, when he stepped from the apartment and onto the street, he could feel it. A blanketing presence, though still light, that sang of possession. Of Jason’s control and protection over Crime Alley.

Danny might have felt uncomfortable invading a haunt so blatantly, living in a haunt that wasn’t just his own, but something about Jason just made him feel comforted. Safer. Jason’s core was growing fast enough he’d already managed to claim all of Crime Alley, probably unconsciously. When he grew into his power fully, he’d be a force to reckon with. 

---

Jason’s apartment complex looks… not as bad as the first one he let Danny into, but not great. Still, he tries to give the man the benefit of the doubt.

He knocks, and Jason opens the door quickly, almost like he’d been waiting beside it. Danny says nothing about that, and just lets himself be ushered inside.

And wow, it is nice in here. A nice entryway, more than one room, warm lighting… and stiflingly hot. Danny is already sweating. He fights the urge to go ghost just so the heat won’t affect him. He turns to Jason, but any words he had die on his tongue.

Jason is positively bundled up. He looks ten times bulkier than normal with the amount of layers he’s wearing, scarves around his throat and gloves on and everything. He glares down at Danny through the gaps in his beanie-scarf combo, bristling like an alley cat. Danny finds he isn’t nervous though. Jason's murderous glare has no real anger behind it.

The sound of crackling fire emanates from him, but it pops and hisses anxiously. Despite the overwhelming heat in the apartment and the clothing and all, Danny catches a near imperceptible shudder run through Jason. He looks more miserable than anything now.

“So… I think we can definitively say you do not have an ice core now. Actually, we should just jump to assuming it’s fire based.”

“Fine. Good. How do I get warm?” His voice is muffled, but there’s a desperate edge there.

“You know how we were joking about the whole jumping into a fire pit thing?”

“Uh… yeah? Why?”

Danny looks at him with a small, sorta shaky grin. “That… might be a plausible cure.”

---

He convinces Jason to shed some layers before they head out. He retains his scraggly alley cat look, even glaring sorta pitifully at Danny.

He had already phoned his men, and Danny was surprised by how much Jason trusts his underlings. Apparently they had a warehouse full of old wooden pallets secured by the docks and were perfectly fine leaving gallons of lighter fluid and boxes of matches with no reasoning or anything. As soon as Jason and Danny arrived, they’d peace out without any questions.

“My men are loyal. And desensitized to my bullshit.” Hearing his voice through the helmet modulator was odd, but Danny was put a bit more at ease by hearing the contended, warm crackling of hearth flames emanating from Jason still. Danny thinks he still hears a few of those firecrackers snapping off in between the regular fire, and he wants to smile a bit more every time he catches it.

It was new, how constant and strong the sound was. Danny was happy, though. It meant Jason was on the mend. Soon, he’d be able to pick up on Danny’s core sounds too, not just when the emotion is strong.

…

With how Danny’s been feeling about Jason lately, that might not be the best development. 

---

Nightwing’s comm crackles to life. He’s tying up some mugger and phoning Gotham PD, so he finished that all up quickly to answer. Oracle speaks first.

“Listen, Wing. I know you said to stay away from Hood and his new friend, but-”

Nightwing frowns. “O,” he cuts her off, crossing his arms over his chest despite knowing she can’t see the action. “He doesn’t want us snooping in! Hood is already antsy knowing about RR’s background check.” He chides. “Let him have a friend! It’s good that he’s got at least one normal friend around.”

There’s a sigh across the line and Red  Robin’s line connects with a fizz. “Yeah, normal is great and all, but ever since their last meetup, Red Hood hasn't been seen.”

Nightwing tenses, much as he tries not to. “But the person beneath the hood has been? Seen around, that is.”

“Affirmative. Hood has been picked up on cameras all over Crime Alley making  wide, looping patterns. He’s been… pacing, almost. I would call it a patrol, but he’s never seen in the armor, and he just walks the line between Crime Alley and whatever chunk of Gotham it borders.”

Nightwing scales the building to his left, getting to the rooftops. He stretches absentmindedly, thinking. “Like… Like a wolf?” He asks.

“I mean, I guess the comparison is there? He is only covering the borders of his ‘territory’.”

There’s a thoughtful humm down the line. Batman. “What’s this about an unknown ‘friend’?”

Nightwing groans. He wasn’t supposed to know about that! Oh, he’s totally going to scare Danny off. “It’s not important right now. Can we get to the point?” Nightwing mutters, running a hand down his face.

“Oh. Yes. Anyways, Hood has broken his recent behavioral pattern. He’s armored up and headed to a warehouse by the docks, if the movement of his gang is to be believed. They’re… gathering things.” Red Robin sounds uneasy, and his tapping on a keyboard is fast enough and frantic enough to be heard on the comms.

“Send up the coords. We’ll be there shortly.”

“B, no . He’s been doing so good! If he finds out we were spying on him like this-” Dick’s protest goes unheard, and his wrist watch lights up with a map, green pin blinking mockingly. Oracle, that traitor.

Still, he starts moving that direction. It’ll be better if he’s there for damage control. He fights off the worry that wants to overtake him.

Jason has been off lately, but he wanted to chalk it up to this new friend. A potential good influence, or an ally. Maybe even a partner. Daniel Nightingale.

Now, he’s worried that it does have something to do with Daniel. Nightwing picks up the pace.

—

The warehouse looks just as sketchy as Danny thought it would. I mean, it's a textbook gang warehouse. Of course, this one doesn't have any nefarious dealings going on.

Danny, invisible and intangible, hovers over Jason’s shoulders while he dismisses his underlings and eyes the pile of palettes. The wood isn’t in the best condition, but Danny didn’t really expect anything different. It’ll work either way.

Once Danny does a sweep on the place and ensures none of Jason��s ‘employees’ remained, he faded into view, still dressed in his ghostly hazmat suit.

Jason takes off the hood so that he's just in a simple domino mask. He runs his hands through his hair to fluff it up out of the flattened look the helmet gave it, and Danny has to look away. Ancients, he makes being hot effortless. Jason clears his throat and Danny turns back hurriedly, hoping Jason takes the green tint to his cheeks as a Ghost thing.

“So… Fire pit?”

“Oh! Yeah! Hahaha…”

Jason looks at the wood pile thoughtfully. “Maybe we should rearrange it a bit?”

Danny and nods, swooping up to see from above. “Yeah, maybe make it more of a neat stack than a tower...” Danny makes quick work of it, spreading out the palettes so the structure resembles more of a big flat platform of sorts. A solid base.

Jason spends this time dragging the gallons of lighter fluid over. The fact that he doesn't appear to struggle in the slightest with all the weight is unfair. It is ridiculously unfair, Danny thinks.

Danny scoops up a thing of lighter fluid and flies up to drizzle it over the pile of wood. Jason joins in, nose wrinkling a bit at the acrid scent. Once the palettes are well and fully drenched they both step back.

Danny takes note of the way Jason’s aura has drawn close to him, as if it was trying to protect him.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” He murmurs, eyeing how hard Jason’s staring at the woodpile.

Jason hums softly, low in his throat, thinking. Finally, he shakes his head and taps his domino mask to turn the lenses clear, sighing. “I think you and I both know this has to happen.” He shifts restlessly. Danny was sure there must be some ghostly instinct drawing him to the stack, and Jason clearly didn't know how to feel about that.

“We could wait it out a bit. Go over other options? I don't… I don’t want you to feel pressured, or like this is your only choice.” Danny pauses before reaching a hand out to rest softly on Jason’s shoulder. Despite how cold Jason claims to be, even through all those layers, he’s burning up. “Especially if it triggers bad memories of your death.” He hopes his voice sounds as firm as he wants it to.

Jason smiles, and it’s just as warm as his skin though his clothes. “Thanks, but I… I’m ready for this. If it helps, it helps. ‘Sides, you’ll be there to get me out if something goes wrong, yeah?” There’s a twinkle in Jason’s eye that makes Danny’s stomach feel like it's full of butterflies.

Oh. Jason’s putting trust in Danny. That’s sure to kick those ghostly instincts aflutter. He has to fight back a pleased purr and just nods at Jason. Somehow, that is enough for the other man.

Jason strides forward, lighting a match with an air of determination. He flicks his wrist almost elegantly, and the wood platform roars into flames. He stumbles back a few steps so it doesn't catch him, and turns to Danny.

There’s a bit of uncertainty on his face, and Danny quells it with a reassuring grin and a flare of his own aura. It settles something in Jason, and he turns back to the flames.

They stretch high, but the lighter fluid can only keep them high for so long.

Multiple things happen at once.

First, Jason crouches before taking off at a sprint and throwing himself into the fire. He disappears into the swirling smoke and uncountable shades of orange-yellow.

Then, Danny darts after him, but hesitates on the edge of the flames, ears and senses attuned to Jason’s core. So far, so good.

After that, the flames boom, reaching hungry fingers into the air and clawing, the color shifting from orange-yellow to a rich sort of crimson. Relief drowns Danny. His suspicion was right. They just needed to kickstart things to finish this whole process off.

And finally, someone above them in the rafters of the warehouse screams, hoarse and angry, and three shadowy figures drop to the ground behind Danny, capes flaring behind them. One of them charges Danny immediately, making an almost inhuman sound of rage. Their weapons crackle with electricity, and Danny freezes at the sight of the sparks.

---

Cliffhanger, I'm sorry :( Next chap out tonight tho

[outerwilds-events]

CAMPFIRE FEST IS MARCH 2nd - MARCH 8th

TIMELINE

March 2 - 8: Posting Period Begins March 9 - 15: Late Submissions & Event Feedback Period March 16: Ao3 Collection and Ask Box close March 17: Event Museum is posted

PROMPTS

Day 1: Sap Wine, Festival, Rafting, Dance Day 2: Explosion, Third Eye, Slide Reel, Vision Day 3: Radio, Eye Shrine, Artifact, Longing Day 4: Scout, Projection Pool, Simulation, Discovery Day 5: Fishing, Warp Core, Ring World, Home Day 6: Campfire, Supernova, Candle, Light Day 7: Open Prompts

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[cosmerelists]

If Stormlight Characters Read The Stormlight Archive

As requested by @imtheseventh :)

Let's say Stormlight Characters got their hands on The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson--you know, the book written about all of their lives. What would they think of Sanderson's depiction of them?

[SPOILERS FOR STORMLIGHT ARCHIVE THROUGH RHYTHM OF WAR!]

1. Navani

Navani: Say, Dalinar... Navani: Why is Evi's name replaced by Shshsh in all of your POV chapters? Dalinar: ... Dalinar: Ah, so here's the thing...

2. Adolin

Adolin: Shallan, wait! Adolin: This is feeling like a flashback chapter about your life. Adolin: Don't read it to me. It feels weird to find out this way. Adolin: I'd rather wait until you're ready to tell me. Shallan: Ah, so you want to stop listening whenever my past comes up? Shallan: That's exactly what I used to do! High five! Adolin: I don't Adolin: I don't know that this is a high-five moment.

3. Shallan

Shallan: L-Listen, Jasnah... Shallan: I SWEAR I was neither thinking about nor looking at your boobs quite as much as the book makes it sound.. Shallan: I think this Sanderson guy was just projecting! Jasnah: I believe you, Shallan. Shallan: Y-You do? Jasnah: I have to assume he wanted to establish my beauty but felt that it would be less salacious to have it filtered through another woman's perspective. Shallan: Y-Yeah, that makes sense... Jasnah: After all, if you loved my boobs that much, I don't know why you sat there and doodled Captain Kaladin instead of them... Shallan: WHELP TIME TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT

4. Syl

Syl: ... Kaladin: Hey, are you okay? You seem...down. Kaladin: And are you wearing trousers?? Syl: Was...was there something wrong in how I dressed? Kaladin: No? What do you mean? Syl: Like, was it immature? Kaladin: No? Syl: Then why does this Brandon guy call my dress "girlish" like 19 billion times?!? Hoid: Oh, don't worry about that! Writers get weirdly fixated on words! At least you weren't always doing things maladroitly, ha! Syl: ...What? Hoid: Whoops wrong series!

5. Gaz

Gaz: Look...I know I wasn't the Almighty's most perfect guy, but.. Gaz: Could he maybe have written me as slightly LESS of the embodiment of a sniveling cremling?? Gaz: Like, give a guy a break! Vathah: What, too much realism for a fantasy? Gaz: You shut up!

6. Sadeas

Sadeas: I was so upset...so flabbergasted...when Dalinar outmaneuvered me in that disadvantaged duel... Sadeas: But it was all just LUCK?! Sadeas: He didn't maneuver for SHIT! Sadeas: He just happened to have EVERY SINGLE PERSON WITH SUPERPOWERS on his side and they were ALL stupid enough to get INVOLVED Sadeas: It's so much worse now!!! Ialai: At least their dark-eyed captain ruined it at the end. Sadeas: Ugh, yeah, thank the stars for THAT.

7. Kaladin

Kaladin: I actually hate this. Lyn: Why? Kaladin: Hearing about all my friends dying...again...having my actions framed as some type of "heroism"... Kaladin: T-That guy writes me like I'm the hero! Lyn: ...I am fairly certain that you are. Kaladin: Ughhhh...

8. Lirin & Hesina

The Way of Kings sits before them Hesina: ... Lirin: ... Hesina: ... Lirin: ... Hesina: Do you want to go & cry forever over our boys? Lirin: Yes please.

9. Moash

Moash: Wow. Moash: After hearing all about King Elhokar from the perspective of the people who actually like him... Moash: I gotta say... Moash: I was totally right! Moash: That guy is SUCH an asshole!

10. Dalinar

Dalinar: ... Dalinar: ... Dalinar: ... Dalinar: I just can't believe that he STOLE Nohadon’s TITLE.

11. (!) Bonus Vin

Vin: KELSIER WHAT THE HELL

[gtwscratch]

Hey, I'm back! I haven't done one of these in a while, but here I am. Also patiently waiting for the next chapter (I lied, I'm so excited). Anyway, onto the headcanons!

When Mumbo died, all nearby light and electronics exploded, mimicking 'lighting'

Scientists originally thought Ren's power was water-breathing, and he nearly drowned from a test

If Jimmy is invisible, and he stands in front of another person, they look to be invisible too. (Like a shield, sort of)

The first time Grian used Pearl's powers, he lost track of time and fell from a great height. It took a long time to recover.

BigB can breathe both oxygen and carbon dioxide, being part plant

Scott once turned into an elephant, surprising both himself and the scientists that were in the small room with him

Gem knows exactly what day it is because she can see the dates when in astral form

Lizzie's shadows can not only cause blindness, but also dampen the senses

Tango's portions are doubled, but Bdubs still gives him some of his food

Scar has inflicted several dents and cracks in the glass, but has yet to break it.

That's all! Hope you have an amazing day/night!

Ahhh welcome back!!! Yippeee!! More headcanons!!

1.) AYO WAIT!!! WAIT!! I NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT!!! I’M GOING TO USE THAT!!!

2.) Ohhhh poor Ren. :,(

3.) Interesting thought, and I won’t elaborate on why, but that is not how it works in Project X. It’s just him that’s invisible.

4.) Oooo yeah, bro was probably up so high that he broke a couple things on that fall. Yikes.

5.) Idk how that can be or will be utilized, but that’s canon now.

6.) That makes such a funny visual in my head. XDDD But Scott can only turn into animals he’s touched, and there’s not always a guarantee it’ll work.

7.) Oh yeah, 100%. She and Bdubs can always keep track of the time and date. (For him it’s just, like, intuition).

8.) Ooooooo I actually really really like that idea.

9.) Yeah, that happens, especially since Bdubs is awake half the time to eat anyways.

10.) I think Scar would be too afraid to break the glass, but the tile walls? Those have got at least a mark or two.

[durrtydawg]

The Sadir Inheritance

{Sam Drake x F!Reader} Chapter 11 | 'How the hell do we explain this?'

alright so you might have to re-read c10 to get the gist, but here's their phone call from his perspective... and of course the aftermath. please mind any errors, grammatical or sensical. I'm sure i'll amend soon. mwah x

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Just when Sam thought crossed wires would be the worst of his problems...

CW: blood, vomit, & graphic injury mention, general cringe

Word count: 4.4k-ish x

The British Library’s reading room isn’t exactly an arc-hive of chaos. If anything, it’s the opposite. The kind of quiet that makes one’s own breathing feel obnoxious. Just the occasional paper rustle, the pesky buzz of outdated fluorescents, and someone clearing their throat at oddly even intervals.

Sam leans back in a particularly creaky chair, one arm slung over the top of it, squinting at the screen in front of him as though it’s offended him. It flickers softly, whirring as he turns the dial, dusty even though he’s already wiped it down twice.

Bzzz.

His phone vibrates in his pocket, breaking the hush.

Sam fumbles it out, thumb clumsy on the screen. He stabs at the green button.

“Yeah?”

“Alright, Sammy?” Scott’s voice is chipper, plastering on a high-pitched exaggerated London accent. He snorts. Alongside his mockery of their companion, he hears a rhythmic thrum of what he presumes is car tyres on tarmac. “How’s the exciting world of yellowed paper and copyright law?”

Sam huffs through a grin. “Screw off.”

Scott laughs. “Hey, I did my time. Only fair you got your hands on the boring stuff for a day.”

“Been here four hours. I think my corneas have dried out.” He glances down at his coffee, tilting the cup towards his lips. Lukewarm. Fantastic. “Did you find anything today?”

“Maybe.” A rustle of paper on Scott’s end. “Got some papers… hard to tell what’s useful and what’s some aristocrat’s creative writing project, but I’m hoping it’s… something. There’s a weird little necklace thing in the mix too - worn engravings, yada yada. Looks old. Could be junk, but...” He pauses, clicking his tongue as if he’s pulling a load of thoughts together. “I figured we could take a look when we both get to the site. Should be another twenty, twenty-five minutes.”

Sam sighs, pulling his phone away from his face to check the time. 8:36pm.  And he’s nowhere near done here. He pushes aside the slight discomfort he feels towards the fact that the phone understands the concept of eye contact, and tucks it back between his ear and shoulder.

“I’m stuck here for a while. Still waitin’ on the marriage records pull-” Sam glances up, scanning the stacks for the nervous wreck of what he presumes is an intern he’d flagged down earlier. No sign of her. “Think I've been abandoned.”

Scott makes a sympathetic noise. “Shame.” There’s a pause before he clears his throat. “Well… you reckon Little Miss Sunshine could swing by instead?”

Sam goes still, the corner of his mouth twitching. He can’t tell if the nickname irritates him or not. He exhales, wry. “Your idea of a date night or somethin’?”

Scott chuckles under his breath. “What’s the matter? You gonna get all jealous if she rides shotgun with me instead of you?”

Sam twists his tongue into his molar, inexplicably miffed. “Funny.”

Scott laughs. “I just need a second pair of eyes, is all.”

Sam scrubs a hand over his mouth, masking a reluctant grin. “Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

Scott continues, “Sweet. I’ll give her a ring, then.”

Sam straightens, hand tightening instinctively around the phone. It would be easier to let Scott handle it. Certainly, more logical. But the thought of Scott calling her, of his voice sliding easily into that teasing charm, of her laughing at something he says-

“I’ll call her,” Sam says, sharper than intended.

A beat.

“You sure?”

“Might as well. She trusts me more than you, anyway.”

Scott snorts. “Charm’s wasted on you, Drake.”

“Can’t all be blessed,” Sam deadpans.

“Let me know what she says.”

Sam hangs up with a quick hum of acknowledgment before Scott can say anything else, staring down at the phone now cradled in his palm.

He throws a glance around, casual-like, then fumbles with it. Screen’s too bright, for starters. He squints, jabs at it wrong once, then manages to scroll. His thumb hovers over her name. Then he backs out, checks the lock screen, and stares into space.

Screw it.

Pull yourself together.

He hits call and brings the phone to his ear.

The hell’s he even going to open with?

He thinks back to the tight-lipped librarian at the counter when he first arrived, and the pointed sign by the entrance: Reading Room materials may not be removed from the premises. The side-eye he got when he asked if they could make an exception. The stack of dusty registers now waiting for him at the desk because the digitised records ‘weren’t comprehensive’ or some such bullshit.

There's a click - the beeping stops - a faint rustle. He winces as he rifles through lines in his head.

Eureka.

“Did you know the British Library doesn’t actually let you check out books?” Nice and casual. But topical all the same. 

Her voice crackles back through the line: “Every day's a school day, Samuel”, and something in his chest loosens. Still got it. He replies with his regular confidence.

She snorts. He loves that sound. It punches a laugh outta him, too loud for the sacred hush of the room and, in turn, the people in it.

Some guy in his peripheral shoots him a look.

With a smile, Sam mimics zipping his mouth shut. Classic. The British. Eternally pissed off by ya, but too polite to actually say anything about it. Highly skilled at simmering and casting judgment in absolute silence.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Gamble number one.

“Eh.” He shrugs like she can see it, lowering his volume to appease his new buddy. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”

There’s a beat. He suddenly becomes hyper aware of how close the guy at the next desk is. Oh dear. She didn’t like that, did she?

But then: “Oh yeah?”- light, a little scoff in it - and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, grin sliding back in place like it never left in the first place.

“Yeah.”

“Sweet-talker.”

“Guilty.”

Oh-kay, gamble number two, then.

Keep it ‘cheeky’ - she likes using that word, doesn’t she? Keep the mood up. Don’t scare her off with... whatever the hell this thing is clawing at his ribs.

He hears her driving - the shfffffff of tires over asphalt. He hears her smile, too. And when she asks about his week, he slips into gear without thinking.

“If I see one more oil painting of some smug bastard with mutton chops, I’m gonna start growin’ 'em in my sleep.”

She laughs. A full on, belly-laugh. He feels it deep, but doesn’t know what to do with it.

He ducks his head, like that’s gonna stop the grin creeping in, pressing the phone a little closer to his ear, and picking up the scratchy old biro from the desk - something to do with his hands. Suddenly, he feels like he’s twenty-five again, loitering by a payphone, thumbing around for a quarter before the line goes dead.

They volley words. Regular rhythm. Somewhere in the middle of the back-and-forth, he slides in the request, asking if she can help Scott out. Keeps it breezy. Just ticking a box.

That’s gamble number three. Let’s see if she bites.

She does. But not how he expects.

There’s a pause - just a breath too long. Like she was elsewhere and had to yank herself back.

And that’s the thing. Lately, she has been elsewhere. Not just the last ten days - before that, too. Zoned out. Cagey in a way that doesn’t sit right. Like she’s wrapped herself in nettles. And when he or Scott get too close, she dodges, deflects, and treats their concern like it’s some radioactive thing she can’t risk touching.

He doesn’t like it. Doesn’t like the guessing game. The brittle edge to her voice when they push a little too far. But he’s not about to strong-arm it. That’s not the game.

What was it that she threw at him back in Jordan? Babysitting. That's it. Too protective. Too… close. Couldn’t give her room to breathe-

Hang on - Jesus, what’s with the over analysing, here?

This isn't… He’s not the guy who spirals over a phone call. He’s the guy with the exit strategy, the backup plan, and the one-liner on standby. Samuel flirts like he breathes. Samuel always knows the angle. Samuel doesn’t get... weird about stuff.

That’s the bit right? The roguish charm. Flash the grin. Crack the joke. Keep it moving.

He shakes it off, takes a gulp of his coffee, and it's - eurgh - cold, chalky, awful - spits it right back into the cup with a wince. Silver lining: at least it snapped him out of whatever whirlpool his thoughts were spinning into.

She says something snarky, all teeth and sass, and it pulls a smile from him before he can stop it.

Time to wrap this up.

“You goin’ or what?” he says, aiming for laid-back, tossing the words like they mean nothing.

“Of course I’m going.”

He twirls the pen between his fingers, lets it tap against the desk in a lazy rhythm. Not overthinking it. Not digging. Just riding the hum of her voice and the grin he can hear but can’t see.

Maybe that's why it slips out:

“Atta girl.”

He knows it’s trouble.

Not bad trouble, necessarily. Just the kind that makes your throat feel tight and your heartbeat a little irregular.

He didn’t mean for it to sound like that.

Or maybe he did.

There’s a hitch of silence. Not long. Barely a breath. But enough that Sam feels uncomfortable.

The pen stops dead between his fingers, and he leaves it hanging there, waiting.

For her to… snort, maybe? Or to tease him, the way others would’ve. The way he’s used to.

A smartass remark. A little flustered giggle. Some sort of acknowledgement.

Instead, the dvvvvt-screeeeee of the wipers and a brusque shift to: “Scott’s already there?”

Right. Okay.

Guess he misread the room.

Sam leans back in his chair, huffing out a slow breath through his nose as his jaw tightens just a tad. He’s mildly annoyed. yep. At himself, mostly. At her, maybe a little. At how easily the shift unsettles him. The pen stills in his hand, caught between fingers that suddenly feel clumsy.

He rustles through his notes loud enough that maybe she’ll hear it and know he’s busy, That he’s not sitting here overthinking. “Yeah. Pokin' around.” Why the hell is he - he - overthinking? “I’ll get him to send you the details.”

“Sounds good.”

Short. Sweet. Relatively professional. Hm. He chews his lip.

Sam rubs a hand across his mouth, trying to swallow down the sour taste rising in the back of his throat. What the hell was he expecting, anyway? Pathetic. Christ. Get a grip.

Another pause. Longer this time.

He almost hangs up. Almost says ‘Alright, catch ya later, kid,’ like he doesn’t feel akin to a deflated balloon. Like it doesn't sting a little.

Instead-

“Hey,” he hears himself say.

It sounds rougher than he meant it to.

She hesitates. Of course she does. “…Yes?”

His jaw ticks. He rolls the pen across the table and lets it clatter to the floor.

"Be careful, alright?"

Stupid. Dumb. Amateur-hour bullshit. She doesn't need him hovering. And make sure you look both ways before you cross the road, dear!

There’s another stretch of quiet on the other end that needles him raw.

He shouldn't have said it. Should'a kept his mouth shut, kept it light, kept it cool, kept it Samuel.

When her voice comes back, it’s polite. Clipped. Like a pat on the head.

“I’ll be fine.”

“…Yeah,” he mutters. “I know.”

Another awful moment, nothing.

Is he being dramatic? He’s… he's being dramatic.

“Alright,” he says, forcing nonchalance. “Go forth, kick some doors down. I’ll tell Scott to give you a buzz.”

She lets out a breath. Probably glad to be getting off the phone.

“Thanks, Sam.”

He smiles like it doesn’t feel a little… itchy.

“Yeah.”

He ends the call before he can embarrass himself any further.

The phone hits the desk with a clatter. He slumps back, scrubs both hands over his face, and stares up at the ceiling like maybe its slightly-yellow-round-the-edges water stains will morph into answers.

A throat clears softly nearby.

He glances over to see the nervous intern from earlier - the one he’d practically begged to double-check the archive - holding a grey box like she’s afraid Sam might bite her if she lowers it any further. He raises his brows expectantly.

 “Found this,” she mutters, setting it down with a clumsy thud. “From the overflow. No digital record. Couldn’t see it on the inventory list. Sorry.”

“Perfect,” Sam grunts, already reaching for the box. "Thanks."

The kid skitters off with a curt nod, probably thrilled to be rid of him. He can't blame her. If he had to be stuck down here, day in, day out, pleasantries would be the last thing on his mind.

He cracks the lid open. Paper and dust hit him in the face. Great. Manual search it is.

Forty-five minutes and one eye-watering sneeze later, he’s popped a new reel into the microfiche reader. It clicks through slowly, the whirring wheel sounding ten times louder in the quiet than it probably is.

He’s on the verge of giving up, already mentally drafting the text to Scott that says 'Found sweet fuck-all, might’ve inhaled a Victorian disease…' - when something flickers past.

He scrolls back. Slower this time.

Sussex County Records. 1892.

Marriage Registry:

Campbell, Esq. William Charles

Sam stills.

Then leans forward, squinting at a crossed out set of Arabic characters.

ماي بشار

His heart gives a slow, hard thud.

Next to it, in a slightly fainter, more careful hand:

Bashar, Mai

He rifles through his own notes - creases, scribbles, loose sheets tucked into the back of a notebook - until he finds what he's looking for.

Layla Bashar.

Mai. Mai Bashar.

So the surname tracks. Could be a stretch… but if this Mai was Layla’s daughter, then she might also be Emaan’s.

A Sadir, married to Campbell.

The potential link between William and Emaan. It's too much of a coincidence to ignore.

He stares at the document for a moment longer than necessary, just to be sure.

Has he just single handedly solved the case of Emaan’s mystery child? Now that... that might be worth the tedium.

An hour later and they’re closing up. He’s scanned what he can, jotted the rest down in his notebook, taken the odd prohibited photo, and given the intern at the front desk a tired thumbs-up on the way out.

Rain’s coming down in an irritating, indecisive drizzle - fine and misty but just heavy enough to soak your shoulders if you stand still too long.

He ducks under the narrow awning outside the station, flicks his lighter once, twice, then sparks a smoke to kill a few minutes before his train.

Bzzz.

She's sent him a picture of the exact sort of portrait he was complaining about earlier, and a remark to match.

He huffs a laugh through his nose, takes a drag, and squints at the screen.

One-handed replies are a nightmare. He doesn’t even bother trying. Just taps out two emojis instead:

Me :👴🏼❌

He hovers on the message, then debates texting her about the registry. The name. The potential link.

But... nah. Better to tell them both in person. Have his moment. Two birds. One dramatic reveal.

Fuck it.

He drops the cigarette, grinds it out with his boot, kicks it into the gutter and starts towards the entrance, thumb clumsily tapping out one more line as he pushes through the glass doors:

Me: Did I use those correctly?

He’s grinning to himself as he boards the near-empty train, collapsing into the window seat with all the grace of a man who’s been hunched over dusty reels and papers for nigh-on five hours. The carriage rocks gently as it pulls away from the platform, the overhead lights humming in time with the rain against the glass.

As the city fades into more rural surroundings, his phone buzzes again. This time, with an incoming call from her.

***

You wake like something’s grabbed you by the scruff of the neck and smacked your head against the floor. No slow drift back to consciousness - just thwack.

You’re face-down on. Head pounding behind your eyes like someone’s taken a blunt axe to between your brows.

You blink hard. Once. Twice. Through a ringing, static haze that won’t quite go away. God, your head is pounding. The air reeks of iron and sweat and rotting wood. You dry heave.

With a shift, your cheek peels from the floor. Something cracks in your neck, and your fingers twitch. Your knees drag against splintered wood - your entire body feels like it’s just run a marathon. Your hands are wet. Covered in sticky viscosity.

Every muscle aches. Your mouth tastes foul, something metallic, crusted thick around your lips and chin.

Blood.

Except it’s not just dried on your face. It’s everywhere.

Your eyes finally begin to re-adjust to the moonlight filtering through the boarded window. Your palms have been planted in it. Your sleeves are saturated. It coats your fingers, crusted under your nails, mottled and tacky on your wrists.

Oh God - There’s a body beside you - a man. Face down, Still. A dark puddle beneath his skull that’s spread across the floor and pooled beneath you. His head’s twisted at an unnatural angle. You can’t see his face. A saving grace, perhaps.

It’s… it’s the one that was on top of you before everything went black.

You recoil, scrambling up to your elbows and rolling onto your back with a strangled gasp. Your stomach pitches, heart slamming against your ribs - this - this blood isn’t all yours.

You don’t remember-

How long has it been?

You turn frantically and - Scott.

He’s here.

Standing over the man, facing away from you.

His hands are bloodied, too. One hovering over his mouth, the other hanging by his side, both shaking. He’s breathing hard, shoulders rising with each inhale like he might throw up, eyes locked on the man. Like he’s waiting for him to twitch.

You try to speak. His name comes out hoarse.

His head jerks towards you, eyes wide.

For a second, he looks just as confused as you feel.

“Jesus,” he breathes roughly, stumbling a half-step backwards, “You’re- you’re awake.”

You push yourself upright too fast and the room spins. You land flat on your ass, knuckles smacking against the floor.

Knuckles?

Something’s clutched in your right hand - it’s sharp, digging into your palm. Your skin is sore - the whole thing feels like it’s been balled up tight enough to crack - you didn’t even notice.

You bring the hand up, letting the thin stream of moonlight streaking into the room illuminate it - a thin chain is tangled around your fingers - you unclench your fist, the small pendant of a necklace now dangling from your palm, blood-covered and trembling violently along with you.

You swallow thickly - your throat feels tight and dry, like you could choke on nothing.

You look at Scott.

You look back at your hands.

You look at the man on the floor.

All while starting to hyperventilate.

“I don’t- didn’t-” you whisper, voice cracking, hands shaking so violently you nearly drop the locket. You swallow again in a desperate, but ultimately fruitless attempt at grounding yourself.. “Scott- what happened?”

He doesn’t answer. He just continues to stare down at the body, like he’s only just registering it all.

Your eyes dart to the necklace still dangling from your palm. The chain is looped around your fingers. Any tighter and it'd be cutting off your circulation. You have no idea when you grabbed it, or how long it’s been there.

But something in you refuses to let go.

Scott had it before. That much you remember. What is it that guy - the - HA - the dead guy lying on the floor said? ‘Took this from your buddy over there’... or something similar. Which means you’re not giving it up now.

You look back at the body.

Back at the blood smeared across your arms.

Back at Scott - red-knuckled and wide-eyed - as he slowly turns himself to face you fully.

There’s something fraying at the edges of his composure - panic, disbelief, pain. His face is streaked with blood, a shallow cut beneath one eye still weeping. His jaw is clenched hard enough to tremble, doing very little to help the gash on his lip. You can see how stiffly he’s holding himself now - like his ribs ache every time he breathes. He’s probably almost as disoriented as you.

“I-" he sputters, his voice cracking, eyes flitting over the ceramic shards littering the floor around you all. A vase, you think.

After clearing his throat, he continues, “I didn’t mean to hit him that hard.” His brows pinch inward as he speaks, like he’s trying to convince himself just as much as you. His eyes flick down to your bloodied arms, then jerk away, back to the body. “I woke up and… he was on top of you. I didn’t know if- if he’d hurt you or-”

You follow his eyes to a gash in the back of the man’s head. His hair is matted thick with blood and bits of….

Your stomach flips.

You reel sideways, crawling backwards in a blind scramble until your back hits the wall and before you can control it, you retch, bitter bile burning its way up your throat, landing onto the floorboards. You choke on an acidic sob and he finally moves.

Scott steps towards you. Bloodied hand running through his hair, shaking.

You shake your head, unable to process it all. It hits the wall as you slump back, breath hitching, silent tears tracking down your cheeks. They sting as you wipe your mouth on your shoulder, crusted blood peeling off of your skin.

Scott draws in a deep, shaky breath, visibly trying to pull himself together. He wipes his own face with the heel of his hand, smearing sweat and blood into a tired blur across his cheek as he swears under his breath.

“What- what do we do?” you whisper through sporadic pants.

He glances back toward the body. You do too, briefly, and your stomach twists all over again at the sight.

“We leave,” Scott says, the words clipped, like he’s already made the decision and just needs you to agree.

“What?” Your voice cracks with disbelief. “We- we can’t just leave- he’s fucking dead.”

“He’s not dead,” Scott cuts in sharply, and for a second his composure wavers again, voice cracking in denial. “I think. I don’t know. But we can’t stay.”

You shake your head, wiping your eyes with your sleeve, forgetting how sodden it is. “We have to call someone - an ambulance - or - or, the police-”

“No,” Scott says, firmer now, making you flinch. He pushes himself down to your level with a wince, bracing a hand on the wall. “No CCTV here. No one saw us come in. This place is secluded as hell, we don’t even know who he is. We’re trespassing. If we call someone now, we open up a whole can of shit we can’t afford.”

“You can’t be serious,” you whisper, shrinking back from the hardness in his voice. “We leave him? Just- pretend this didn’t happen? What… what about the other guy? What if he’s coming back?”

Scott exhales shakily, grimacing.

“Then we make sure we’re gone before he does. Whoever they were, they weren’t here for a friendly chat. If we stick around, we’re putting ourselves in their hands. And you…” He trails off, eyes flicking to your bloodied clothes, your shaking hands. “We don't have time for that.”

You don’t answer. You can’t answer. Your pulse is still thrumming in your ears, your limbs numb, throat closed tight.

He lowers his voice again, gentler this time. “Please. Let’s just go. Get cleaned up.”

He extends a hand out to help you up.

You pause, glancing down at your hand, still shaking - the necklace’s chain still looped tight around your fingers like you’ve been clinging onto it for dear life. You hesitate, then hold it out toward Scott, your voice wrung out.

“This is yours.”

He looks at it, frowning for a moment before he looks back at you. “Keep it,” he says, quieter now. “We’ll take a proper look once we’ve got our heads screwed on.”

You nod, reluctant, not sure you even want to hold it anymore, but not trusting yourself to let go either, as you allow him to pull you to your feet. You wipe your fingers on the edge of your sleeve and look around, searching shakily for your bag.

It takes a second to register what’s missing.

“My notebook…” Your voice falters, eyes scanning the dark room again in a blind, rising panic. “It’s gone.”

Your heart kicks hard in your chest. You push away from the wall too quickly, the room pitching as you turn in a frantic circle, hands shaking. “No- no, it was right there - in my bag-”

Scott’s expression hardens, voice going flat. “Cunt took the fucking ledger, too.”

You swallow down a noise that might be a sob, the room closing in. Your breath comes fast and shallow. You press a trembling hand to your mouth and stare down at the bloody mess on the floor, the open, repulsive, mushy mess splurging out from the skull just inches from where you’d been lying.

Just like that, a second wave crashes over you.

“Oh God,” you whisper, staggering back a step. “Oh God - oh fuck, I-”

And then-

A sound from the hall.

A bash, then a creak of a floorboard. Footsteps.

Scott straightens instinctively, posture tight as your eyes widen. He shifts in front of you without thinking, arm half-extended as if to keep you behind him. You both freeze. Your breath catches on an involuntary hiccup.

Then a voice- your names, loud, from just down the corridor.

Sam.

Scott's shoulders drop but he shoots you a quick look still - wide-eyed, breath tight - as if to say how the hell do we explain this?

And then he's there too, bursting through the doorway you'd tried to escape from, chest heaving, your phone clutched in his hand.

His eyes take in everything at once- your wild, teary expression, Scott’s bloodied knuckles, the corpse on the floor.

As he does so, his face changes - contorting in slow, dawning horror.

“...Jesus Christ.”

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please trust me when i say: this will all make sense <3

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at least as of the 20th of May 2025 (that was a lie apperantly, im constantly updating this lmao) bc ya gorl has too many so I'm 100% wip shaming myself to force a will to write bc they all deserve to be written eventually (the ones fully abandonned and locked in the basement aren't counted nor listed until a new idea comes up that can be merged with them)

current wip count: 62

notice June 15 2025 any wips colored in orange with a date added to them are wips completed while i am on a posting hiatus. once they get posted they will be colored in their respective length color as well as provided with a link to the story on ao3. any wips that recieved a link so far but are not be colored are yet to be finished. I am trying to not post any new stories without them being fully written to avoid hiatus messes like right now. i am sorry for the wait, thank you for sticking by me

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Bittersweet Reunion (DP x DC)

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The One And Oni (DP x DC)

To Be Human Again (DP x DC)

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[sttmh]

Hi there! So i just found this blog and wanted to read it all, but i never heard of anything called sttmh and have some questions(btw you could add faq in your masterpost so you won't need to answer to this kind of questions in future, but that's just a suggestion)

1 what is sttmh, how does it work and did you made it or is that something made long time ago?

2 is this an au or alternative mv, or at, or have you not clasified it yet?

3 how to call you, what are your pronouns, are you +18 or a minor?(you don't have to answer if you don't want to)

4 I saw you rebloged some stuff at start of the blog, is it your second acount? If yes what is it about, why did you make this acount ect.

5 how does this archive thing work

6 how does it all started and why did you decided to make this blog

7 when did this blog started or when was the first post about sttmh and from who was it(i supose it's you but just to be sure)

8 what kind of creator are you? Are you an artist, a writer or do you think of yourself just as a person with too much time? How do you classify yourself?

9 I saw there is some art in blog, but i thought it's better to ask, is this art yours or do you reblog other people's art, or meaby someone makes it for you

10 is it partly an error ask blog?

11 do you ship any sanses and are there any ships in sttmh

12 where should i start? Does this blog have all the info or should i first look up what sttmh is?

Thank you in advance, i wish i can explore another beautiful blog as soon as posible and remember to never stop doing something that gives you and others joy, that's all from me, I wish you all the best ^^

Oh! A Q&A post is a wonderful idea! I'll make sure to make one after I answer these (I will likely just copy and paste, though XD).

STTMH is short for Sans Tumbles Through the Multiverse Headfirst, a story I've been working on for a little under a year and a half, now. This blog is the platform I use to talk with my readers, answer questions, write drabbles, share fanart, and this blog is a place where readers can interact with Error in my story (sort of like the format of the original Ask Error blog).

This is an alternate multiverse.

My name is Papil or Butter, I use she/her (though I don't really care which pronouns you guys use), and I am an adult.

I originally posted things about STTMH on my personal blog, but I decided to separate my STTMH blog from my personal one, as I did not want any of my browsing preferences to affect others' experiences of the story. -> I.e., I am someone who prefers to customize my feed, and will use blocking tags and accounts if I don't want to see their posts (this is nothing reflecting on the person running the blog). My personal blog is one where I mainly post Undertale reblogs, and sometimes I will include little rambles that can vary anywhere from writing to something my cat did.

If you are referring to the masterposts, they are my attempt to organize the quickly increasing number of posts relating to the project. I'm trying to make they easy to browse as well as search for (though they are more of a work in progress).

STTMH started on a whim over the Christmas holiday while I was in the middle of nowhere. I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, laptop on my lap, and thought to myself: "... I wish there were more Classic stories." And the rest is history.

I started this blog, I believe, on Jan. 8th of this year, though the first post about STTMH was on Jan. 8th of 2024, when I posted the link to the second chapter of the story.

I consider myself a writer, though I occasionally like to doodle.

Both! If the art is not mine, I always include credits with links wherever possible! -> These are usually reblogs of or asks with fanart.

Yes, this blog is partly a place where readers can send asks to Error, similar to the original Ask Error blog.

I don't have any preferences on ships, and there are no ships in STTMH, at least as of right now. Romance is not a focus of the story, so any possible romance I may leave to after the main story or drabbles. Anyone can ship any characters in my story, however! I don't mind. ^^

I'd recommend catching up on the main story on AO3 first. Otherwise, drabbles and asks can be read in practically any order!

[novlr]

I know lots of people say writers block doesn't exist but I still get it (don't come at me, ok?)

Do you have any tips on how to get over it? Like I've tried all the usual things but I'm still stuck.

There are so many reasons why someone might be unable to write, so no shade here. Inspiration doesn't always come when we need it to, and that's ok.

If you've tried all the usual techniques, then here are some more things that have worked for me in the past:

Switch genre.

I know that sounds drastic, but imagining your story from a brand new perspective is a crazy but effective way to shake loose ideas. You might even realise that the block is because your story fits another genre better. It's definitely worked for me in the past.

2. Switch format.

Just because you imagine your project a certain way, doesn't always mean it's the best way to tell your story. Had an idea for a novel but you're struggling to extend it? Maybe it works better as a short story. Were you working on an epistolary novel with a narrow view but you can't bring the story together? Maybe it should be long-form prose instead!

3. Word association.

Play some writing games to do with word association. Mindmap or list anything that comes to mind when you think of a certain word you associate with your project and see if it sparks any ideas.

4. Change the ages of your characters.

If you're struggling with your characters behaving in a way that doesn't seem to suit the story you want to tell, try changing their ages. How does the story work if your characters are more mature? How would a child behave in a certain scenario? Maybe the block is that the characters simply aren't the right age for you to tell your story.

5. Write in a different language.

Now, this one won't be a possibility for everyone, but if it is, then it can be a good way to come up with new ideas. Different languages engage different ways of thinking and communication. Sometimes just working in a different language for a chapter you're struggling with can give you some new ideas.

6. Change the PoV.

For me, the biggest cause of writer's block is if I'm stuck in a PoV but need to either reveal or obscure something the PoV doesn't allow for. You can spend hours trying to solve the problem, when really, trying for a different PoV is usually the easy fix. Don't tell a story with a first person narrow PoV if you need an omniscient narrator, and vice versa.

7. Go on a microadventure.

Get out of the house and do something else. Keep a notebook with you, and just get outside and try and experience something new. Keep your project in the back of your mind, and actually take in the experience you're having and try and use it for inspiration. Or don't. Sometimes doing something completely unrelated is enough to get over the hump.

Want more detail on any of the above? Click the link to the full post in the Reading Room below!

[violetswritingg]

Main Masterlist

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Imagines

Coming soon!

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Series

Twisters

Thunderstruck

Tyler Owens x OFC!

Description: When cowgirl meets cowboy after a year of no-contact and chaos ensues during storm season!

Rating: M (Mentions of blood and death in Tornadoes and storms alike, angst and loss of loved ones, car accidents, Tornado aftermath, and injury to characters, slight age gap (5 years))

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 17 (Coming soon)

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Young Justice

Canary Cry

Robin/Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x OFC!

Description: Her violence was silent. Until it wasn't.

"I'm fine."

"Fine is just another word for drowning."

Rating T-M (mentions of blood, child abuse, mental health, cannon situations of violence and the like. Loss of parents, hard of hearing/deaf character, poorly written fight scenes lol)

Act-One

0: Creation

1: He Left

2: Birthday's and Nightmares

3: Drop-Zone A

4: Drop-Zone B

5: Disappointment

6: School'd

7: Trash Go Boom

8: Home

9: Infiltrator

10: Outfiltrated

11: Truces and Text messages

12: Denial

13: Downtime

Act two

14: Bereft

15: Mortal Wounds

16: Home Invasion

17: Alpha Male pt.1

18: Alpha Male pt.2

19: Plant Subterfuge

20: Revelation

21: To be determined

22: To be determined

23: To be determined

24: To be determined

25: To be determined

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Titans

Only in Darkness

Jason Todd x OFC!

Description:

"Only in Darkness can you see the stars."

Or

Marlowe Knight stumbling upon a girl prophesied to end the world and going on the adventure of a life time.

Rating: M (Blood, cannon typical violence, sibling rivalry, scars, torture, trauma, angsttttt)

0.5

1: A New Chapter

2: Crime Scenes and Cafés

3: Dodged Calls

4: Cop Killer

5: To The Rescue

6: Blueberry Pancakes and Rooftop Memories

7: Phone Calls

8: Panic and Motel Conversations

9: Old Friends

10: Second Chances

11: Leaving

12: Nuclear Family Drama

13: On Edge

14: Different Places

15: On The Move

16: Training Season

17: Seriously? These Guys Again?

18: Chicago, She-cago

19: The Three Musketeers

20: Jason Todd

21: TBD

22: TBD

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Peacemaker

Stargazer

Adrian Chase x OFC!

Description:

Back in 1939 the Court of Owls set out to create the first Talon, they called this initiative the Ghost protocol. Their product? everything they ever wanted in a solider for their nefarious schemes to keep their power over Gotham City.

Roberta Harris, Bobbie if you don't want to get shot somewhere important, never wanted this life. A 'criminal' to the world and a legend in the world of spy shit and black ops project's. The bomb in her head keeps her compliant with Waller's demands until Project Starfish wins her her freedom. What will she do now?

Or

A world in which an elderly lady moves to a small town in Washington state to get away from the superhero bullshit only to get pulled back in against her will. Growing along the way as a result.

Rating: M (For obvious reasons, it's Peacemaker)

1: Freedom

2: TBD

3: TBD

4: TBD

5: TBD

6: TBD

7: TBD

8: TBD

9: TBD

10: TBD

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Invincible

Valkyrie

Mark Grayson x OFC!

Description: In which two superpowered teens meet and fall in love amongst blood, death, and betrayal

Rating: M (Canon typical violence, betrayal, mental health issues, abandonment issues, child neglect, angsttttt)

Too Good To Be True

Carnage

Aftermath

Attacked From All Sides

Outer space

Nightmare

Burial Plot

Compromise

Shit Show

Shit Show pt.2

TBD

TBD

TBD

TBD

TBD

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More coming soon!

[wings-of-ink]

Checking in - Author Updates - Quick Poll

Hello all! I hope you are all doing well!

I wanted to check-in. I don't have a ton to say on development, just wanted to keep you in the loop on where I am at personally since it tends to affect production speed. I also have a question for you at the bottom.

As I've posted about before, this year has brought about some challenges for me. There aren't a ton of good developments on that front, and my job is being...difficult. The (technical) good news is that I am still employed, but some days I wish I weren't. (I'd much rather be writing IFs, lol.) There is still uncertainty about the future of my job because it is at the mercy of the whims of my government. But what is more pressing currently is that my employer has opted to treat its employees worse (let me tell you, this is a feat because they've never really treated us well), by making our lives and jobs harder. I've made some "worst-case scenario" plans to prepare, so I'm just getting by one day at a time. Oh...and I also have needed to work overtime again, so that's another time suck there. Ugh. In May, I'm taking a couple days of off for me to rest.

In more recent news, I am doing physical therapy...yippy! In recent months I have struggled with my right shoulder. I assumed it was one of those "you're in your late 30s" pains, and I just dealt with it. Don't do that, by the way. I have a very bad habit of just doing with little regard for pain and discomfort. But, it got difficult to hug without pain, and nothing messes with my huggin'. We really don't know what is wrong with my shoulder/arm, but I'm doing virtual (oooh shiny) PT (not the Silent Hill variety) to hopefully correct the issue. If I don't see results, I will need expensive tests and scans. No worries currently, though, I don't think this will slow me down much at all. I can still write and I don't experience any discomfort when I do.

I'm also still working on a coding class, which is self-paced, but I'm sticking to a lesson schedule to make sure I get it done. I would really love to be able to make improvements of my own to GC or even make my own Twine Template someday.

So, in more fun development news, Chapter 6 is growing steadily. And so is Chapter 5, technically. If you missed it, check out this Tumblr ask where I talk a bit about that. The ask and answer contain some slight spoilers for Ch 5 & 6, but nothing too specific.

Chapter 5 is up by a bit over 1500 words, if you're curious, and Chapter 6 is up to over 69k words. I am wrapping up a big moment for Zahn, which might be a bit heavy. After that, there's a more fun moment, which will present a few coding challenges for me, but I'm looking forward to it. *rubs hands together like housefly*

Finally, I have a question for subscribers or those who may want to sub in the future. I find myself wondering what else to post about at times. Especially when I have inordinately busy weeks, I just can't think of things that you may want to see other than peeks at the chapter. I sincerely wish I had more time to add more projects. I have so many ideas kicking around in my head...

So, I was wondering if you were interested in seeing things other than God-Cursed that I have worked on. These would be things that may or may not become much of anything later, so I wasn't sure if there would be much pull to see them (or if it would just be a cruel tease, lol). I have an incomplete IF that I did to help me learn Twine a couple of years ago. I used it to just get acquainted because I am very much a hands-on learner. It's a humorous and simple story (loosely) based on an actual time in my personal life. I have debated about finishing it. I have a couple of others as well where I was playing with a story idea to see how it felt. I also have a complete romance novel which I am slowly editing for publication.

Patreon, Ko-fi links if you want them.

So that's all for me. If anything big happens, I will let you know! ^_^

Take care, everyone!

~Lunan

[one-piece-aus]

Unbottle Your Emotions

Eustass Kid x Reader (Part 4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Ahoy! Know it's been a few weeks since last chapter, my apologies, but it's back! This is the next day in the story!

Enjoy ^-^

"Alright class, you can group with your partners now," Makino said finished marking down the attendants.

You took a deep breath, grabbed your stuff, and walked to Kid's desk. Only fair you go to his this time. You hoped you could work on the project without complications. Things have been going well so far, right? You might have pushed a bit when texting about the project, but he still seemed fine, right?

As you approached Kid, you noticed how he fixated his gaze out the window at the level horizon, his brows knit together. Is something irritating him? Is he in a bad mood? Your steps slowed, your mind begging to retreat. Fearing he's unstable dynamite that could blow if you interacted with him. You could only pray as you took a chair nearby and set it in front of his desk.

"Hey, you good?"

"Hm?" Kid looks to see who's bothering him, his sour expression only making you desire to hide in the janitor's closet.

"I- are you good? Did you want to work on the project or...?" Silently you hoped he'd say no and let you work on the project by yourself.

"I'm fine," he scoffed and leaned down, digging through his bag. He pulled out a few printed pages and set them on the desk facing towards you. "I've taken the liberty of printing out the lyrics in case we needed to use them as reference."

You blink, a bit surprised, yet another part of your mind whispers a reminder that he is the type to take initiative, at least from what you've experienced between your interactions. Taking the papers, you eye up the lyrics briefly before you scan the title of the song. You sweat drop.

"We can't do 'Welcome to the Jungle'."

"The hell you mean we can't do 'Welcome to the Jungle'?" Kid questioned, frowning as he pointed at the page. "That song is one of the classics!"

"I know- I understand it's one of the classics and it's almost on every playlist I own but you can't expect that song to be played in class."

Kid raised a non-existent eyebrow at you, a gesture you knew meant for you to explain why but your ass did not want to say it was because of the moaning featured in the song. Not even 10 minutes have passed and you already felt like you wanted to die, how the fuck do you explain this to him? You could almost hear a sizzle from the frustration burning on your forehead.

"I just think there are better song choices to write about then-" You began flipping through the pages when you noticed one of them clearly had lyrics that were not in the song. Scanning over the page you realized it was another song entirely. Narrowing your eyes in confusion, you skimmed through the rest and saw there were a lot more songs. 

Kid averted his eyes, scratching the back of his neck. "I couldn't decide on one song."

A smile cracked on your lips, amused by his indecisiveness knowing you're the same in that regard. "It's alright."

You divided the pages by song before shuffling through the choices.

Burn it to the Ground

Youth Gone Wild

Crazy Train-

You were tempted to choose Crazy Train, another favourite classic, and there sure was a lot you could talk about the song-

"Seems like you've chosen," Kid bluntly stated as he snatched the paper you've been staring at. "Ha! Great choice! I knew you weren't a wuss." Kid smirked seeing the song was indeed Crazy Train.

You were about to object yet seeing him brighten up made you hold your tongue. If it put him in a good mood that meant all the better for you. You buried the urge to look through the rest and neatly shuffled the papers back together and handed them back to Kid.

"I guess we won't be needing the rest of these then if we got our song," you said.

"Nah." He took them and put them back into his bag.

You discussed Crazy Train and jotted down points that were worth writing about, such as talking about the era the song came out in and how the song emphasizes how people felt during the time. Kid brought up how we should mention Ozzy (Ozzy Osbourne) and you agreed, noting that down when-

"So did you think about it?" Kid inquired, causing your pencil to draw off the page.

"About Ozzy?" You hoped that's what he meant. His face turned rather serious, causing you to shift uneased in your seat.

"About lunch."

You opened your mouth then shut it, knowing it'd only piss him off if you played dumb and stated what you wanted to eat for lunch. You knew what he was referring to, but you didn't want to answer, only wanting to focus on the project.

"...No- I mean, no I haven't thought about it properly, I've been focused on schoolwork which we probably should get back to do-"

"We have all week to work on it, and besides class is almost over."

"It is?" You glance over at the clock, seeing it was 5 minutes to class change. "Oh, I should put my stuff away." You move to go back to your desk when Kid catches your wrist, catching you off guard. You look back to Kid, pulse thumping in your veins.

"You're not leaving till I get an answer, [L/n]."

Shit. What the hell are you supposed to do now? You wanted to wiggle out of this, avoid the question, why did he sabotage it? You call for the teacher- no that'd only piss him off more. That's the last thing you want to do.

You can tell he's becoming impatient as the clock ticks to the bell, despite both your faces being drawn in a neutral line.

'Take it easy, [Y/n],' you reassure yourself in your head. 'All you have to say is no.'

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"And you agreed?"

"I panicked okay!" You defended yourself. "It felt like he was ready to rip my arm off at any moment, what was I supposed to do?"

"Say no," Hawkins stated.

You sighed, sinking into your chair defeated. You're grateful that you could at least hide in the corner of drama class until lunch. That, and Hawkins keeping you company. If only you could hide here forever and not go to lunch.

You already had the stress of trying not to piss off Kid, now you'll be walking into eggshell town when you meet him and his gang at lunch. Not that you've seen the others get triggered as often as Kid did, but you've been a witness to a few of their fights at school and heard rumours of shit they got into at night. This left you imagining the many ways you'd likely die before lunch ends.

"Would it ease you if I used the cards to predict how it'll go?" Hawkins offered.

"You'd do that?" You perked up.

"If it puts your mind at ease and allow you to focus on the script, then yes."

"Please."

Hawkins pulled out his deck, shuffling the cards before he began to draw them out. You fidgeted with your fingers as you waited for your fate to be revealed. Your fellow loner looks up at you after he draws the last card, his neutral expression making it hard to decipher if you're screwed or not.

"You'll be fine," Hawkins confirms, and you sigh relieved- "But you'll be confronted with a choice that will affect future interactions with Eustass."