#Brynn Route

[weirdomusicforever]

BRYNN ROUTE ✨ Brynn Route made our afternoon and evening with a fabulously fun photo shoot and visit here at WMF HQ✨ We’ve admired Brynn’s remarkable work in multiple areas for some time now, and recently were thrilled to snap up the newest edition of stellar zine CREATURAS, which features Brynn’s terrifyingly tantalizing embodiment of XYRAXXX ✨

We’ll absolutely be circling back with Brynn soon on upcoming creative projects in 2024, 2025, and beyond✨📸:WMF

[aventurineswife]

HAHAHHAHAHA LMAOOO😭😭

THAT WAS SO FUNNY IMA NEED THAT FANFIC FR /j

(my fav trope with my second fav character lmaoo)

@brynn-lear SUNDAY ROUTE WHEN?! 👀🫣

[exmakina]

I live! Busy with work and building a new PC (!), but I did find time to play and 100% Eternal Strands.

Great world-building, solid writing, and fantastic voice acting. Very cool physics-based combat/movement systems with a lot of interesting mixing of fun magical powers. There are also huge creature encounters very much inspired by Shadow of the Colossus, which is one of my favorite games of all time...

To top it all off, I enjoyed Brynn a lot as a protag (always here for more Asian leading ladies) and her romance route with Casmyn was sweet.

[wintfleur]

i really want to say thank you because you seem to be one of the few who really understand the pain of the writers. it’s hurtful to see people blame the anon for spreading awareness instead of the person who did the stealing. people unfortunately don’t seem to realise that many of us did reach out to brynn privately, but she kept going. it was frustrating to see. besides, the anon who spread awareness never said one bad thing about brynn, they were only stating facts. if brynn stopped with the stealing after being called out once, it would’ve never gotten this far. and the anon isn’t to blame for that, brynn herself is to blame for that.

anyway, i hope you have a good day love. once again thank you and we appreciate you ❣️

It really is hurtful to see, because they had no other choice but to go that route since they weren’t being heard any other way…

There is no need to thank me nonnie, I just wanted to do the right thing — but i appreciate it nonetheless. I hope you have a great day as well lovie, I appreciate you all as well 🩷

[aurorawritesromance]

WHAT REMAINS UNSPOKEN [CH19]

ALL CHAPTERS HERE.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ LOGISTICS // ELIAS ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

It’s too early, and the coffee I forced down half an hour ago hasn’t kicked in yet.

Locke’s already writing on the board when I walk in. The dry-erase marker squeaks across the surface, her handwriting so angular and precise it looks like it was etched instead of scrawled. Every stroke screams, I’ve done this before. I’m in control.

I adjust my tie as I enter, offering her the kind of nod I used to give commanding officers I didn’t respect but had to impress. “Morning.”

Brynn hums something vaguely affirmative, but doesn’t turn. She just keeps writing, the dry-erase marker squeaking in clipped, efficient arcs. She doesn’t believe in warm greetings I guess. Probably doesn’t believe in warmth, period.

The door opens behind me and I know it’s Dalia before I turn. She doesn’t make eye contact, just slips into her chair with a kind of quiet that feels like a bruise refusing to heal. Brown hair tied back too tight, mouth in a straight line. There’s a darkness under her eyes I haven’t seen before—less exhaustion, more erosion, like something’s wearing her down from the inside, and she hasn’t figured out how to stop the rot.

This silence isn’t the Dalia I know. Not the sharp-edged analyst who goes mute because she’s six layers deep in pattern-matching. This one feels... wrong, like a tether’s come loose. She’s spiraling somewhere I can’t follow, because I’m too busy playing diplomat and pretending like Locke isn’t holding us back.

“Let’s get to it,” Locke says, popping the cap back on the marker. Her blazer is creased just so, the kind of tailored authority that Major Crimes seems to mass-produce.

“We’ll begin with the commune’s footprint,” she says briskly, tossing a folder onto the table. “We’ve mapped delivery traffic patterns over the past six months.”

We? More like Kelsi.

As if on cue, Kelsi wheels in on her chair like a goblin on caffeine. With a smile in the corner of my lips, I flip open the folder and pretend like I haven’t read half of this already. Thanks Kelsi.

The top page in the folder is a transport schedule. Beneath it, grainy surveillance images of unmarked trucks, dates and locations logged like a quiet heartbeat.

“Company’s called Amberfield Harvest Logistics,” our IT goblin begins. “No website or published phone number, but they make regular, low-volume deliveries to a property—you guessed it—matching the commune’s address.”

Kelsi taps a spot on the grainy map, then gestures to another page. “Here’s the kicker. Back in 2018, the land was temporarily deeded to a shell company. Guess who sits on the board of that?”

She slides another photo across the table: a scanned charity gala image with none other but Jonas Vale standing in the middle of it, shaking hands.

Locke barely reacts. “How certain is the tie?”

Kelsi leans back, twirling a pen. “Enough to get a warrant for financials, maybe. Not enough to kick in the gates.”

I glance at Dalia. She doesn’t even touch the file, although I’m certain she looked at it the moment Kelsi sent it in our group chat.

Ever since Dalia pulled me aside and let me know that Locke is withholding information from her, we set up a group with Kelsi. Protocol be damned. Locke’s been here a week, and we’ve spent most of that time handing her tools she’s too slow to use. Not that she sees it that way. From her tone, you’d think she descended from the heavens with a USB stick and a clean conscience. Plus the quest to get rid of Dalia or the very least tarnish her reputation.

I look at Kelsi and pretend like I haven’t asked this question yesterday. “And they don’t show up on any vendor listings?”

Kelsi smirks. “That’s the trick. No government contracts, no retail clients. It’s like someone built a company just to feed a hole in the woods.”

Locke finally looks impressed. Barely. “We’ll trace the registration. Get me purchase records, fuel routes, anything that links them to Vale’s network.”

I glance at Dalia again. She hasn’t even moved. That quiet... it claws at me.

“We need more than logistics,” Locke says. “This Amberfield operation gives us infrastructure, but not intent.”

Her eyes drift toward Dalia with a calculated pause. I feel my pulse climb and I lean forward, smoothing my voice into something pleasant. “We’re still monitoring Raina. There’s potential there—soft contact. She’s not hostile.”

Locke raises a brow. She considers me for a beat longer than I like. “You have charm, Wexler. I’m starting to think you would have been better at initiating contact with Raina.”

The compliment sticks in my throat. God, I hate this.

I smile anyway and don’t stick up for Dalia. Not because I don’t want to, but because we discussed I won’t. Because we all know what happens if we lose this case. They’ll cut us out like bad stitches and call it accountability. Locke will write her own report, paint Dalia as unstable, reckless, compromised. And I’ll go back to homicide with dirt under my nails and nothing to show for it but another dead girl we couldn’t save.

So, the three of us devised new strategy on how to deal with Locke. I play nice. I kiss the ring. I let Locke think I’m grateful for her presence. Even though every time she speaks, I feel like I’m swallowing sandpaper. We also agreed Dalia will remain distant, almost like she is drifting away from the case, so Locke gets off her back.

It’s not convincing. Even Locke picks up on it. “We need your head in the game, Detective Rowe.”

I see it—that flicker in Dalia’s eye. Not rage. Just a flash of something brittle. She meets Locke’s stare and doesn’t blink. I remind myself this is part of the act.

“Great findings, Kelsi,” she says.

Locke doesn’t respond and after a moment of silence, she moves to the next item on the board. But I catch it—the look she gives me afterward, like I’m the one who’s supposed to rein Dalia in. Like it’s my job to keep her from breaking protocol again. Maybe it is.

I speak up. “Has anyone run a resource analysis on Amberfield yet? Power draws, purchase volume, seasonal increases?”

Locke gives me a small nod. “Good. You take that. Dalia can continue monitoring Raina.”

I can feel Dalia tense across the table. Her jaw tightens just slightly. Locke doesn’t care. Either way, she continues like a machine spitting logic and mandates. Everything about the way she talks feels like a game of chess where people are just pawns and you don’t care which ones break as long as the board looks neat at the end.

I nod, jotting Locke’s notes down, but I’m half-watching Dalia, her eyes locked on the board, unfocused.

“Let’s reconvene at sixteen hundred. I want summaries, movement logs, and updated assets,” Locke says then closes her tablet with that same sharp finality she applies to everything—no wasted movement, no room for input. She’s already halfway out the door before anyone’s chair scrapes back from the floor. Kelsi mutters something under her breath that sounds a lot like “Iron Stiletto Barbie” as she slumps back in her seat.

I push my chair back.

“You getting lunch?” I ask Kelsi.

She waves vaguely toward the vending machines, her head already dipped back into her screens. “If Cheez-Its count.”

I nod once and step out into the hallway. I wait for Dalia to follow behind, stewing in her role to play dumb. We walk in silence down the corridor.

Our pace doesn’t match. It never has. She walks like she’s chasing something and I walk like I’m trying not to scare it off. The elevator dings as we pass it, and neither of us stops. We head for the stairwell, some unspoken instinct leading us to the place above it all. The place where we can breathe. When I push open the roof door and hold it for her, she hesitates just long enough to let me know this isn’t routine.

The roof of the precinct isn’t much—tar, gravel, rusting ducts, and a lopsided bench that probably predates the building’s last paint job—but it’s quiet, and it’s high, and most people forget it exists. Dalia is already walking towards near the edge, not close enough to be dangerous, but close enough that it reads like a mood. Her hands are tucked into her blazer pockets. The wind tugs at her collar. Her profile’s sharp against the pale wash of sky.

I cross the rooftop slowly, giving her time to tell me to leave.

“Locke’s got half the precinct chewing her paperwork,” I say. “Pretty sure Kelsi’s going to fake a technical failure just to watch her unravel.”

Dalia doesn’t laugh, just stares out across the skyline, jaw tight.

“I can’t keep doing this,” she says finally. “Coming into that room and acting like I haven’t already seen how the house burns down.”

I step beside her. “What are you talking about?”

She shakes her head. “This case. Raina. The commune. All of it. We’re playing catch-up with people who’ve been planning this for years. And Locke—she doesn’t understand. She’s not even trying to understand. She wants it neat tied with a suspect tree, like that’s going to save anyone.”

“She’s doing her job,” I say carefully.

“She’s doing a version of a job,” Dalia corrects. “The kind that fills reports and ticks boxes and gets you promoted when everything explodes because you never actually got close enough to stop it.”

There’s heat in her voice now.

“I’m not mad she’s here,” she adds, quieter. “I’m mad we needed someone to pull a leash on us to make it seem like we’re playing by the rules. And that you—” she stops, biting back the words.

“That I what?” I ask.

She looks at me then. Really looks. Her eyes are tired. Not bloodshot or red-rimmed, just worn.

“That you have to play this role,” she says, almost a whisper.

I exhale slowly. “You think I like it?”

“I think you’re better at pretending than I am.”

That hits harder than it should.

“I’m doing what we have to do,” I say. “We lose Locke, we lose the case. That’s the reality. We discussed this.”

“No,” she says. “We lost the case the moment Everett decided we couldn’t be trusted. And that’s on me.”

Her voice cracks slightly, and she turns away from me like she doesn’t want me to see it. I walk toward the bench and sit down, letting the silence stretch between us.

“It’s been a week,” I say. “Since she came on. And in that week, we haven’t lost too much ground. Kelsi found Amberfield. That’s real. That’s something.”

“And what have I found?” she asks.

I don’t answer.

“I could have messaged Raina,” she admits. “The draft is still sitting there. Half a sentence. A question I haven’t figured out how to ask.”

She sits down beside me without looking at me, both of us angled toward the city.

“I’m scared,” she says. “And not just of the commune or what happens if this lead goes nowhere. I’m scared I’ve already gone too far, that I’ve become someone I can’t walk back from.”

I swallow the knot in my throat. “You haven’t.”

She gives a dry laugh. “How would you know?”

“Because I see you,” I say. “And you’re still here.”

Her head dips slightly, like that costs her something to hear. For a moment, there’s just wind and the far-off hum of traffic.

“I’m not trying to replace anything,” I add. “With her. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I’m not worried.”

Lie. And I’m not innocent. Not really. I’ve been friendly with Locke, overly so at times. It’s strategic, but maybe not just that. Maybe part of me needed to believe I could still do this job without falling apart over Dalia. And maybe I’m failing at that too.

“We can still fix this,” I say. “We can take what Kelsi found and turn it into a full search warrant. We follow the logistics chain back to its source.”

Dalia nods slowly. “Yeah. Okay.”

She doesn’t sound convinced, but I’ll take it for now.

CHAPTER 20 >>

[perlapulido]

Shadow of Knight

Brynn lived on her own since she was young being a shadow that no one barely notices. Her past is complicated even with family and wants to make the best of it. No matter if she lost her insanity or not.

Ch13

"Where are you going?" Said Bai seeing Brynn wearing all black. She put her food down on the coffee table while Brynn tucked her white hair into the black beanie under her hoodie. "Ozzy want to see me." Said Brynn going to her balcony on the left side of Bais apartment. "How long? We have movie night." Said Bai. "An hour or two depending what he wants." Said Brynn opening the sliding glass door. "Got your keys and phone." Said Bai. "Yes. See you in two hours." Said Brynn climbing down the fire escape. She went towards her pitch black car hidden in the alley getting in and pulling out slowly. After a quiet drive Brynn pulled over in front of an apartment building. She stepped out looking around for anyone watching and went across the street. "Butch? Peggy?" Said Brynn looking into the shadow of the alley. She looked out for any movement until a sound of tapping can be heard knowing Oswald was here. "Dont ever call me that." Said Oswald. "What is it worse than Penguin?" Said Brynn. "Follow me." Said Oswald leading her to a set of staircases leading down. He did a secret knock for Butch to open the door moments later going inside. Brynn went in seeing a room with a few tables and chairs in the middle of the room. She watched Oswald sit down in the big chair with her sitting across from him. "If this is other crime activity." Said Brynn. "Its not anything like that Fish and Falcone made that clear to everyone. I wanted to check on my true dear friend." Said Oswald. "Thats because you found out that im part Wayne and im not giving you the power my cousin has in Gotham." Said Brynn. "She's not so stupid after all but he needs a translator and in return we do favors." Said Butch.

"I have some gangs who i want on my side and i thought you can help me." Said Oswald. "Thats it. Let take a guess. Im gonna have to attend all your meetings and teach them english and the many languages too." Said Brynn. "This is why we love you. What do you say?" Said Oswald. "Im dealing my own issue of Galavan being responsible for the Maniax and not getting myself and family from being killed." Said Brynn. "Butch has a few friends to help you." Said Oswald. "I'll think about it. If thats it. Im going to get myself some Chinese." Said Brynn getting up. "Fine." Said Oswald. Brynn left heading to her car and got in driving to the Chinese restaurant seeing Bai's Uncles in front holding a box. "Brynn. Heres the canceled orders and extra leftovers." Said the man opening the passengers door putting the box on the floor.  "Thanks Tadashi. Same time next week." Said Brynn. "No problem. Have a good night." Said Tadashi. "You too." Said Brynn driving off. She looked at the road being empty then looked at her rearview seeing a van following her. Brynn turned to a different route seeing that shes still being followed. "Heya Babe." Said Jerome sitting up from the backseat. She quickly slammed on the breaks and went to her glove compartment but Jerome cuffed her and stabbed a needle into her neck. "I . . . hate you." Said Brynn before her head hit the horn. Jerome turned off the car and got out as the van pulled up with the sliding door opening showing a woman with a tight ponytail and wore all black. "Take the van back. I'll take care of the car." Said the woman. Jerome unbuckled Brynn getting her inside the van quick as the woman got in. 

*Hours Later*

Bai looked at the time on the living room clock expecting Brynn to come home. She starts get worried until a knock was heard making her feel relieved and mad. "Bruce? Alfred? What a surprise." Said Bai. "We know. Im here to talk to Brynn." Said Bruce. "She's not here. I thought she be back hours ago after talking to Penguin." Said Bai letting them inside. "Have you called Gordan?" Said Alfred. "I was going to but you boys showed up." Said Bai. "Did she go anywhere else?" Said Bruce. "She barely goes out because Jerome is out there." Said Bai. "Im calling Gordan to see if he has seen her." Said Alfred taking out his flip phone. "Why was Brynn going to Mr. Cobblepot?" Said Bruce. "She and Oswald are friends. But he would never hurt her not even Butch." Said Bai. "I knew i shouldnt have yelled at her when she was trying to protect me." Said Bruce. "Im sure i can track her on her phone." Said Bai going to her room. She sat down on her desk typing away on her computer for a free minutes and waited. "They are gonna have a team to do a search." Said Alfred. "I'm tracking her phone and . . . Son of a Bitch!" Bai cursed in Japanese. Bruce and Alfred walked into her room seeing the screen had a blocker before it sparked up. Bai backed up seeing the sparks die down and the back of the computer smoked. "What the bloody hell happened?" Said Alfred looking at Bai. "I was tracking Brynn's phone. I was getting close but whoever had her phone sent a virus blocker and did that." Said Bai. "I'm not going to let them do this. I going to talk to Selina if she knows anything." Said Bruce. "I'll send a word out to a few friends of mine." Said Bai. Alfred went to open her windows and balcony doors to fan out the chemical smoke. He went to the kitchen to make tea but Bai stopped him and lead out. "My apartment. I'll make the tea. We need to calm ourselves about Brynn. She can handle herself and will figure a way out." Said Bai grabbing three mugs. "That's true. She did help me find with those assassins at the mansion." Said Alfred. "She even figured out the murderer at the circus." Said Bai boiling the water on the stove. "That her boyfriend was involved in and lied to her face about it." Said Alfred then heard something break. Bai rushed out the kitchen looking at the two sitting on the couch staring at her. "I know who took her. Jerome has her." Said Bai.

[bisluthq]

Really like how you worded Patrick’s group of friends as celebutante because yes— especially if you went to elite universities in New York (like NYU, Columbia, FIT) and it’s an active student you might even find yourself friends with a literal European royal descendant

right that’s like what that group is like so I don’t feel that people taking an interest in them is that weird. Celebutantes generally generate at least a modicum of interest ykwim? People didn’t do this with this school friends because he actually went to a really normal community school (a good one lol but like literally just a normal school). So it’s kinda like… idk man. He’s chosen to go the celebutante route and he’s not like thirsty for fame/attention per se but I also don’t think it’s off limits to discuss him or that group lol not when Brynn - who has a platform - is writing about him and their relationship and his current gf is beefing with her via insta posts lmfao. Like that’s not off limits to discuss then.

[brynnmorgan]

Finding Peace in Nature: How Southern Landscapes Provide Tranquility and Resilience Lessons

Landscapes in the South are well known for their tranquility, diversity, and beauty. The South is home to many natural treasures that inspire and comfort those who visit, from the moss-covered marshes of the Lowcountry to the rolling hills of the Appalachians. This article will examine how, in the middle of the stress of contemporary life, Southern landscapes offer a haven for finding serenity and lessons in resilience.

The Beauty of Southern Landscapes

Southern landscapes are distinguished by their amazing diversity and beauty. The South is home to an abundance of natural treasures that awe the senses and calm the spirit, from the beautiful mountains of North Carolina to the immaculate beaches of Florida. There is no shortage of breathtaking beauty to take in, whether you're strolling through the sun-drenched fields of the Mississippi Delta or exploring the towering woods of the Smoky Mountains.

Tranquility in Nature

It might be difficult to find peaceful moments in the fast-paced world of today. But Southern landscapes provide a haven where you may escape the cacophony and mayhem of the modern world, a distraction from the daily grind. Whether you're resting peacefully under the shade of a tall oak tree, trekking along a calm route, or canoeing through a serene river, the serenity and quiet of Southern landscapes can help you find harmony and balance again in your life.

Lessons in Resilience

Due to their centuries-long history of enduring numerous storms and difficulties, southern landscapes can also teach us important lessons about resilience. Adversity is common in the South, with events ranging from hurricanes and floods to wildfires and droughts. The land perseveres in spite of these difficulties, and its beauty and life stand as a tribute to the strength of resiliency. We can gain important lessons about fortitude and resiliency from spending time in the natural world, taking inspiration from the land's capacity to adapt and flourish in the face of hardship.

Connecting with the Land

Southern settings not only teach resilience and tranquility, but they also present a chance to establish a closer connection with the land. Whether you're enjoying a leisurely stroll through a nearby park, collecting vegetables from a family farm, or searching for wild mushrooms in the forest, spending time in nature fosters a stronger bond between us and the land and its people. This relationship inspires us to take care of the natural environment and keep it intact for the next generations by fostering a sense of stewardship and responsibility.

Conclusion

A haven of calm and lessons in resilience amid the tumult of contemporary life can be found in the landscapes of the South. The South provides an abundance of opportunities to commune with nature and find comfort in its embrace, from the natural world's serenity to the land's beauty. We might discover inspiration, fortitude, and serenity amidst life's obstacles by losing ourselves in the vibrant splendor of Southern landscapes. Immerse yourself in the captivating world of "The Haunting of Hastings House" by Brynn Morgan, where ghostly mysteries intertwine with the tranquility and resilience lessons found in Southern landscapes. Explore the eerie beauty and profound wisdom of the South as you journey through this haunting tale. Don't miss your chance to escape into the pages of this captivating story and discover the solace and inspiration that Southern landscapes offer. Grab your copy today from here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CNZGZ358/ and embark on a journey of discovery.

[lilygoat]

Brynnroute

[leondaltons]

"The top buttons of his shirt undone"

Leon Dalton Slut (affectionate)

[graveltooth]

Watch: Youtube | Facebook | Vimeo

Download: Bandcamp

Listen/Stream: Spotify | iTunes | Google Play | Amazon

See Graveltooth at SXSW 2017:

Fri. March 17 10:30pm - ATX meets ATL Showcase at the Hippie House

Sat. March 18 4pm - Funk By Funk Fest at the Dogwood

Sat. March 18 7pm - Infamous Brewing Co Anniversary party

[perlapulido]

Shadow of Knight

Brynn lived on her own since she was young being a shadow that no one barely notices. Her past is complicated even with family and wants to make the best of it. No matter if she lost her insanity or not.

Ch12

"Okay thank you. I'll inform Mr. Wayne of the Charity event." Said Brynn hanging up the phone. She wrote down the date and heard someone coming in making her look up. "Hello Estella. Good to see you again." Said the man dressed in a suit and his dark hair combed back. "I was going to say the same for you. Was Mr. Wayne expecting you?" Said Brynn putting the pen down on her desk. "I wanted to discuss business." Said the man shaking hands with Brynn. "Well Mr. Wayne isnt available. Hes in school but i can leave him a message that you stopped by." Said Brynn collecting her papers walking over to the file cabinet Said Brynn closing and lock the top drawer. "What kind of business do you wnt discuss with Bruce?" She asked facing him in front of her desk. "I rather not say but its something he cant refuse." Said Theo. "You would have to be more specific. People who talked to Bruce and I have said the same thing. We're not to be messed with." Said Brynn. "Is that a threat?" Said Theo. "Im just going by Bruces word. Hes not to be treated as a child everyone thinks he is." Said Brynn. "Im aware. I just dont feel open to reveal family secrets." Said Theo. "I understand. Not everyone here can be fully trusted. I'll see if i can give a word out to Bruce. Anything else?" Said Brynn. "No. Ms. Matthews. I actually have a few people to meet." Said Theo. "Alright have a nice day Mr. Galovan." Said Brynn watching him leave. She turned around to grab her phone answering while one of the staff's handed her the newspaper. "Hello?" Said Brynn. "Brynn. I got news which do you want to hear." Said Bai on the other end. "Whatever it is better top my encounter with Theo." Said Brynn then saw the headlines of Arkham breakout.

"Jerome along some other inmates including Barbara are out. It happened this morning." Said Bai. "I really dont need this. Barb. We love her but im gonna be first on Jeromes list." Said Brynn. "What list of being killed?"  Said Bai. "No. He gonna beg me to take him back. The two people hes gonna kill is his dad and his twin brother." Said Brynn. "Jerome's a twin?" Said Bai in English. "Yeah. Jeremiah. Hes identical to Jerome in every way just with glasses and have gentlemen vibe going." Said Brynn in Japanese in case someone was listening in. "Well anyways do you want to stop by at my dads restaurant?" Said Bai. "I'll try even if Jerome's out there i can easily kick his ass." Said Brynn. "Cool. How about closing time at eight thirty?" Said Bai. "Perfect. See you then." Said Brynn hanging up. She went to the door getting her coat on her way out with her purse and satchel. "Ms. Tanner. Please do me a favor and let Harvey know that the shredder in the copy room is flowing." Said Brynn. "Of course Ms. Matthews. Have a nice day." Said the auburn hair woman. Brynn walked to the back door going to her car getting and drove to her route to the mansion. She slowed down to a stop to a red light and took out her bun letting her white hair fall freely down to her shoulders. Cracking her bones from sitting in the desk for hours working on papers and organize meetings loud screams caught her attention. She looked around as she drove and stopped to see people being throw off the building hitting the streets. Brynn counted the seven bodies seeing the letters spray painted on before she hit reverse and speed off. She looked at her rear view mirror seeing four figures on the roof walking away.

Two hours since the incident Brynn sat on the couch to Bruces office waiting for jim to call her back. Alfred came in to do some cleaning finding her there and spotted her bag. "Off for a trip?" Said Alfred. "Only until Jerome is locked up." Said Brynn. "He cant find you here. He doesnt know about Bruce." Said Alfred. "Right?" He asked. "He doesnt but theres one who would." Said Brynn. "Who? Dont tell me its Galavan." Said Alfred. "Hes up to no good. Im tell you know who to trust and hes not it." Said Brynn. "Have you told Bruce about this?" Said Alfred. "Its not like im leaving Gotham. Im hiding somewhere else. If jerome find me here Bruce is dead." Said Brynn. "He is not going to like this. We know this." Said Alfred as her phone rang. "I'll tell him when i find a place to hide." Said Brynn before answering the phone. "Are you and Bruce okay?" Said Jim. "We're both home. But listen I need to hide somewhere Jerome won't even think of finding me." Said Brynn. "Like where? My place? Harvey'?" Said Jim. "Nygma's. Jerome doesn't know him and Eddy doesn't mind my company and is barely home." Said Brynn. "I'll have a word with him. Just don't go out by yourself." Said Jim. "I'm not an idiot." Said Brynn before hanging up. "Who was that?" Said Bruce walking in. "Better tell him now or I will." Said Alfred. "Tell me what?" Said Bruce looking at them. "You know that Jerome is out. I'm going have to hide somewhere else until he's locked up." Said Brynn. "You're not leaving. Jerome doesn't know that we're cousins." Said Bruce. "He will know sooner or later. If I stay here we're all dead starting with you." Said Brynn. "I'm not losing you like I lost my parents." Said Bruce. "With a bullet. Don't forget my parents had no other choice but to kill themselves. I'm older than you so I'm going until Jerome is back where he belongs." Said Brynn. "NO YOU ARE NOT. YOU DONT HAVE A PLACE BUT HERE. SO YOU ARE STAYING!" Bruce yelled. "Enough you two!" Said Alfred stepping in between the two. "She's right Bruce. Brynn is making her choice and is doing this to protect you." Said Alfred. Bruce stormed out to his room as Alfred turned to find Brynn and her bag gone with the window opened. She ran to her new hearse in the garage driving off to the city for a place to hideout.

[dwarrowdams]

Just applied for a job as Children’s Bookseller at the local Barnes & Noble, so keep your fingers crossed bc this is the first job I’ve been excited about in a long while.

[annoyingmillenialnewbie]

In case anyone was wondering...

1. Have you read Wake the Dead before, or is this your first time? If your first time, are you looking forward to (or afraid of) anything in particular? If it's a re-read, do you plan on making the same choices this time?

It's my 3rd time and though I was happy with how my playthroughs rolled with my previous choices I might just be bold and go with the flow this time??? Hard to say cause in life threatening situations I'm sure my choices won't change.

2. Tell us about your MC. (Please feel free to share photos/art/profiles.) What makes your MC tick? What's their motivation? Are they more serious or playful? Brave or afraid? If it's your second playthrough, are you using the same MC as last time or going a new route?

My MC is Ash Abbott. Same face, same name since my first playthrough and I think she looks gorgeous! 😍

She's smart, brave and just. She has natural leader qualities though being a leader of any kind is a position she would never picture herself in. She's playful, funny and has a wicked sense of humour.

She's not afraid to speak her mind and that has got her into trouble more than once when she was younger. Still today she cannot keep her mouth shut when there's obvious abuse of power, especially by the Tower's authority.

3. In your opinion, what was the biggest surprise in the first two chapters?

Definitely Brynn's sacrifice! 🥹

4. Tell us about your MC's relationship with their sister.

Though they'd never admit it, they're each other's best friend and biggest cheerleader. Ash is moaning about Brynn reprimanding her 24/7 for not thinking before talking or acting, Brynn does the best she knows and can to protect her.

They're both proud of each other. Ash will always look up to her big sister and though she's a huge pain in the ass, Brynn couldn't be happier of the person Ash has become growing up.

5. Any LI catching your eye yet? Are you planning on having an LI or keeping things platonic?

Well... Color me impressed!🔥

Eli was my only LI both times but I always flirt a bit with Troy if the choice fits. Haven't picked any Troy "special" 💎 scenes but in this re-read I want to spice things up a bit, just to be sure I made the right choice. I'll probably still pick Eli... but who knows?

Ch. 1 & 2 Discussion Post

Ch. 1: The End of the World & Ch. 2: On the Run

Feel free to discuss whatever you want, not limited to these questions... but keep in mind that some people have not read the whole book yet, so put any future spoilers below a read more/page break.

Be respectful of all! Different opinions aren't only allowed, they're encouraged! But be polite to others.

Remember, if you post any screenshots, etc. be sure to tag @wakethedead-group-re-read so I can reblog here.

You can discuss all week - it's not limited to just today! Any questions, just shoot me an ask!

If you want to be tagged in future posts, please let me know!

Discussion questions:

1. Have you read Wake the Dead before, or is this your first time? If your first time, are you looking forward to (or afraid of) anything in particular? If it's a re-read, do you plan on making the same choices this time?

2. Tell us about your MC. (Please feel free to share photos/art/profiles.) What makes your MC tick? What's their motivation? Are they more serious or playful? Brave or afraid? If it's your second playthrough, are you using the same MC as last time or going a new route?

3. In your opinion, what was the biggest surprise in the first two chapters?

4. Tell us about your MC's relationship with their sister.

5. Any LI catching your eye yet? Are you planning on having an LI or keeping things platonic?

@oh-so-youre-a-nerd @annoyingmillenialnewbie @missameliep @dutifullynuttywitch @tessa-liam @choiceschatter @jerzwriter @aallotarenunelma

[brynnmorgan]

Mindful Living in the Face of Tragedy: Incorporating Ghostly Symbolism into Daily Rituals for Healing and Growth

Finding comfort and purpose during tragic times can feel like an impossible task. On the other hand, adopting a conscious lifestyle and introducing spectral symbolism into regular routines can offer a route to recovery and development. By identifying ghosts as representations of our past experiences and feelings, we can overcome adversity with increased awareness and fortitude. In order to promote mindfulness, healing, and personal development, we will examine how to incorporate ghostly symbols into our everyday lives in this article.

Acknowledging the Ghosts of Our Past

We must acknowledge the ghosts of our past—the memories, traumas, and unresolved emotions that lurk in the background of our consciousness—before we can set out on our path toward mindful living. Spend some time daily thinking about these ghosts and accepting them without fear or condemnation. We can start to comprehend the lessons these dark corners hold and the ways they influence our current reality by shedding light on them.

Creating Rituals of Remembrance

Rituals greatly enhance our lives, which provide us comfort, structure, and a sense of belonging to something bigger than ourselves. Adding spectral symbolism to everyday routines can help to remind us of our historical connections, the value of paying tribute to our ancestors, and the events that have created who we are. Rituals of recollection, such as journaling to explore our deepest desires and anxieties or lighting candles in memory of loved ones who have passed away, can be a source of healing and consolation during difficult times.

Embracing the Impermanence of Life

Ghostly symbolism revolves around impermanence, which holds that everything is temporary and transient, including life itself. Accepting this reality can free us from attachments to the past and give us more clarity and thankfulness to live in the present. It can also be liberating and empowering. Dried flowers, leaves, or pictures of crumbling ruins are examples of impermanent symbols that we can include in our everyday lives to help us become more conscious of life's cycles and find serenity in the midst of tragedy.

Navigating the Shadows of the Mind

Tragic events have a way of throwing a shadow over our lives, impairing our judgment and perception. But by accepting ghostly symbology as a metaphor for the dark corners of our consciousness, we can illuminate the shadows and travel through our inner terrain with more compassion and clarity. Take up activities like dream interpretation, shadow work, or mindfulness meditation to delve into your subconscious and reveal its hidden riches.

Finding Meaning in the Aftermath

It might be challenging to give our suffering significance or purpose after a disaster. But we can find significance in the most unexpected places if we accept ghostly symbolism as a metaphor for the transformational power of loss and grief. Look for clues and coincidences that indicate a greater truth or purpose, and have faith that light can always be found, even in the most dire circumstances. Through the integration of spectral symbolism into our everyday routines, we can welcome the process of recovery and development with open minds and hearts.

Conclusion

Embracing spectral symbolism into everyday routines provides a potent framework for compassionate living when tragedy strikes. We can develop a stronger sense of awareness, resilience, and compassion by facing the ghosts of our past, establishing rituals of recollection, accepting the transience of existence, navigating the shadows of the mind, and deriving meaning from the aftermath. Therefore, keep in mind that even in the darkest of circumstances, brightness can be discovered in the presence of ghosts as you negotiate life's trials.

Discover the transformative journey within "The Haunting of Hastings House" by Brynn Morgan. Dive into a world where ghostly symbolism intertwines with daily rituals, guiding characters toward healing and growth. Explore how incorporating these elements into your own life can offer profound insights and solace. Don't miss the chance to embark on this hauntingly beautiful tale, where the presence of ghosts becomes a beacon of hope. Unlock the secrets of healing through ghostly symbolism.

[conditionalopposite]

Guess who pulled a muscle in her side today rock climbing?? C’est moi 🤙🤙🤙🤙