#all that power just to bring back one person. now that’s! dedication!

[pinkminecraft]

i think he probably kept milo’s skull for company

[suiana]

kind of orv inspired but imagine yandere! reader who has you as his favourite character

you know how people all have their fav characters and stuff? yeah, you're his. and he's a BIG fan. calls himself your #1 fan and WILL protect you to death. he's obsessed but hey, we've always liked our men obsessive and devoted, don't we?

he's literally worse than a toxic kpop fan 💀 oh someone says another character is cuter? well they're WRONG. someone says that THEY'RE your number one fan? yeah well he's doxxing them on 4chan🤷 there can only be one number one fan you know.

if anyone even mischaracterizes you, you can be sure that this man is typing out whole ass essays to defend your pride and image. no you wouldn't be a damn cheater or a player like who even came up with that💀

it's even worse if you're from a shitty fandom or something because the whole world would be against you and this guy would be bullied for even trying to do anything.

but he still protects you anyway because he'd never betray you like that #yournumber1fan #iloveyou

also somehow your entire universe becomes real :3

so obviously he's taking this chance to prove to you how much he absolutely adores you...

"erm... excuse me sir do you know where i-"

"OH MY GOD IT'S MY SHAYLA😍😍 no way no way no way is this real? im not dreaming right- SHIT i got to calm down... sorry, am i scaring you? it's just, ah, I'm like your biggest fan and I'm literally obsessed with you! i literally have ten fanpages just fo you and i still think-"

"oh! um..."

yeah, he doesn't know how to act normal around you. but it's... slightly endearing? i mean, you have a massive fan that knows a little bit too much about your personal life now but at least it isn't that bad... right?

wait until he brings you back to his home 😜

whole ass rooms dedicated to you, merchandise everywhere... you know those ita bags where people just have stuff FULL of their favourite characters? yeah, he has one of you because he's chill like that. and also, he has a pillow with your face on it???

"i swear i just really love you I'm not weird or something. this is totally normal and i have the money to do this so why not? I'm just really in love with you."

"haha... thank you? I'm flattered i suppose..."

"we should get married."

let's just hope you have powers or some sort of fighting ability because this guy will NEVER let go of you ever again.

[thefemigirl]

★ Reset Your YouTube

With the new year approaching, there’s a buzz in the air. It’s the perfect time to reflect on where we’ve been and where we’re heading. This year doesn’t have to look like the last one. If you’re planning a glow-up, stepping into a new mindset, or just becoming the person you’ve always wanted to be, here’s a method that can genuinely change the game: your YouTube feed.

Let’s be real, YouTube isn’t just entertainment. It’s also one of the most powerful platforms for self-improvement and learning. But if your feed is filled with videos that no longer serve your goals, it’s time to take charge and reset.

▸ Step 1: Unsubscribe From the Old You

First things first, go through your subscriptions and be brutally honest with yourself. Ask, “How often do I watch content from this channel? Does this align with who I’m becoming?”

Don’t worry about missing out. This isn’t about cutting off enjoyment—it’s about making space for growth.

Personal Example: I used to be subscribed to a lot of gaming channels because they were my go-to for entertainment. But now? I’m focusing on building my best self, so I said goodbye.

▸ Step 2: Hit the Reset Button

If you’re ready to go extreme (and trust me, this works wonders), delete your YouTube watch history. This is your ultimate clean slate.

Here’s how: Go to your YouTube settings, click “Manage All Activity,” and clear your watch history.

Why this works: YouTube’s algorithm will stop showing you videos based on your past habits. This means no more random recommendations that pull you back into old habits.

Pro Tip: Pair this with your new subscriptions to train the algorithm into showing you content that inspires and uplifts.

▸ Step 3: Subscribe to the Future You

This is the fun part. Fill your feed with creators who embody the energy you want to bring into the new year. Look for channels that motivate you, teach you, and align with your goals for 2025.

Being a femi girl, I will recommend some channels that are personally helping me upgrade myself:

Tam Kaur ▹ link

Alonna Elaine ▹ link

Bahja Abdi ▹ link

Adama Lorna ▹ link

Maya Galore ▹ link

Jillz Guerin ▹ link

Kisha Alejandra ▹ link

Thewizardliz ▹ link

Estelle Richter ▹ link

Simonesquared ▹ link

How to Find More: Search for videos with keywords like “level up,” “self-improvement,” “becoming her,” or “glow up in 2025.” Spend time exploring until you find creators who truly resonate with your vision.

▸ Step 4: Set Boundaries for Entertainment

It’s okay to watch fun and lighthearted content too, but be intentional. Ask yourself, “Is this adding value to my life?” If not, consider limiting your time with it.

Create playlists: Dedicate a playlist to motivational and growth-oriented videos. This will be your go-to space when you need a boost.

Schedule your entertainment: Watch for enjoyment, but don’t let it consume hours that could be spent learning or creating.

Resetting your YouTube feed might seem like a small change, but trust me, it’s powerful. When you surround yourself with content that aligns with your goals, you’re reinforcing the mindset and habits that will take you there!

So, I wish you the best of luck,

[memezs-corner-of-the-osc]

Memez theory analysis ramble #2:

SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF TPOT 17.

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I’m dedicating a entire post to just the scenes with One and Doughnut because it tells us so much about One as a person:

Her demeanour throughout the altercation is something I’d like to bring light to.

One as a character is a manipulator who weaponises gaslighting by learning the characters psychologies to put them under pressure using her facade to sign as we’re all…..very aware by now.

What we learned here is are her downfalls: Temper and ego.

This is the face of someone who’s overly confident in everything she does, here she was not anticipating any failure in her plans.

I mean how could she possibly fail right, after all she’s tricked so many contestants-

And then reality hits.

Her egos down, she didn’t rehearse for this.

Now: let’s observe who one actually is under her act.

She resorts to violence to start with, trying to get a fear response from Doughnut.

Success: Ego back up tenfold.

She feels safe, like she has the upper hand.

So she starts her downfall: She starts giving Doughnut more information than he should know.

After all he’s going to take the deal, they all take the deal.

He can’t possibly escape and tell everyone after he just signs that little contract.

And so like the hawk she is she swoops back in to claim her prize, here she thinks she’s won in crushing the tough nut.

……unfortunately for her Doughnut is smarter then that and questions her, she hates being questioned as it ruins her whole shtick.

“Ughhh don’t worry about that Doughnut, after all is it so crazy to believe I’m just trying to help you?”

Mocking, condescending, setting up her “finishing blow”.

“Those friends of yours all agreed to it and look at all the fun they’re having!”

She can’t help herself and besides he’ll never get the chance to tell anyone so why not take the chance to unconsciously gloat to someone about it?

But it doesn’t work, he keeps questioning, second guessing and not trusting her act.

So she snaps and goes nuclear and goes to what she thinks everyone is can’t resist, themselves:

She tries acting like his friend one final little time, going with her plan B she set up.

She lays it all out, everything she knows about him and all the things in his life she rigged to happen in one last desperate attempt to regain control.

“Everyone gets to be a little selfish, it’s only fair.”

This is the line I’m going to go on a tangent on, it shows why One can do this guilt free.

She’s self justifying it constantly in her mind with a positive feedback loop, through her own delusions she sees fact.

It makes you wonder why she’s doing this and supports what I said last time, I still theorise she’s not here for the power, she’s here to make sure Two is powerless for her own pettiness.

One is a heavily Toxic abuser type person, she has warped morals that she bends to justify their own behaviour to herself subconsciously to get her own goals satisfied.

She has a ego or (at least acts like she has one to further her agenda) and will stop at nothing to the point of almost ending the universe to satisfy her needs.

And if she was friends with Two it would make sense if she used these manipulative tendencies on them and the other algibralians.

The scene with Six I will now circle back to basically confirms what I’ve been theorising with one quote: “She was supposed to be gone.”.

We have half her motive, this seemingly confirms One was exiled from the playground.

For what is yet to be seen.

Now let’s talk about the ending of the scene: What happens when someone defies her.

Let’s watch shall we:

She’s failed to make this man stoop to her level proving her psychology is wrong so she snaps, she’s never encountered this before.

She wants to feel like she’s won so she turns to a power trip, in a moment of rage she rips Doughnuts legs off and kicks him off to affirm to herself that she got the last laugh here and that letting him go is no issue.

I mean what can one man do without limbs-

And this right here is where I theorise Ones downfall begins, she got greedy adding Doughnut: a person who she knew could be a problem into the plan.

And where did it leave her?

With a wild card with context clues about what she was planning and with information about what’s behind her act on the loose, in her own greed I theorise she set in motion her demise.

And the kicker is even at the end she’s still affirming to herself that she didn’t really fail here by flying head first into the sun and that Doughnut was “just for good luck.“.

So I end off this essay of a post with a question: If this is how she treats her victims how did she treat her “friends”?

Thank you viewer for reading, the follow up to this will contain an analysis on Pencil (probably my favourite contestant by now) along with a few other misc things I want to talk about as this is already pushing it for this ted talk of a post.

[ruruumin]

hi!! I came across you and I thought your work is really amazing!! This is my first time asking something like this haha but for everything a first :) I really love figure skating and I was wondering if you could make a oneshot or any headcannons of the reactions of blue lock characters haha (mostly rin nagi and sae)! (sorry if I made some mistakes, English is t my first language)

ice, ice, baby!

₊˚ ᗢ blue lock various x figure skater! reader.

⤷ what kind of relationships rin, sae, and nagi (separate) would be in.

itoshi rin

“if you’re going to do something, do it with your entire heart.”

rin met you when he was only ten years old. you were his next door neighbor with a feverish dream to become the best figure skater in the world. although it may have been one of the loftiest dreams anyone might hear, he believed in you the same way you did for him. and together, he will see you perform all over the country, with him in arms waiting.

so when a cold rainy day comes and the two of you were walking home together under a shared umbrella, he wanted to say something. but you beat him to it. standing in front of your door, you turned around and smiled, saying only two things: i will be leaving to russia tomorrow morning to train with a new coach. 

this first part came as a no brainer to him, of course you would leave. just as sae did a few months ago, you were beginning to flap the wings you were blessed with. however, the second part was what kept him on his toes, heart punching up to his throat: and i love you, rin.

after departing in the morning, he would stay up late to watch your performances on television. even when he had early practice, it was complete habit to see you on screen. your presence on the ice was unmatched by many of your cohorts in russia. cold and calculative, yet free flowing. like a confident stream you graced the fields with a polished play. alongside a perfectly timed quad axel, it placed you right at the top of the world.

the ultimate power couple. when you’re at the kiss and cry, you’ll say his name to the camera before blowing a kiss. meanwhile, whenever he scores a goal, he’ll raise his fist in a catching motion, bringing it up to his lips as he hides his faint smile behind his hand. your performances will always be dedicated to each other and it drives the press mad (rightfully so). 

when you return to japan, he’s the first person that you see at the airport. in only a matter of seconds, with his extremely long legs and speed, he is wrapping his arms around you tightly, inhaling your scent as he lays his head on your shoulder. 

he would immediately take you back to all your favorite places. during your time away, he had taken a multitude of pictures and sent you dozens of instagram reels of cafes. now that you were here in his arms, it made going to them all the more real (or maybe not, with you sitting in front of him, enjoying a mont blanc and latte, it feels like the perfect dream). 

sleeping in the same bed as him had never felt any better. while you knew him to be a drooler, you would have never expected him to be clingier than a koala. he is keeping you flushed against his chest the entire night. if you think about getting water, he will follow you with arms tangled with yours. 

itoshi sae

“i’ll carve my name into ice while you all watch in awe.” 

the only other person with the same amount of arrogance as him was you, a rebellious teenager he found on the streets of spain. you tried to pickpocket him on his first day in the country. instead of reporting you to the police, he asked you one simple question that changed the trajectory of your life: if you had the chance to do anything, what would it be?

some people viewed you as a lost cause in the figure skating world. having started extremely late compared to your other peers, your name was rubbish and caked in dirt. however, it never stopped sae from coming to see you after every practice, watching as you practiced your spins and salchows underneath the dim lights of the arena with a coach he’d hired. to him, you were a diamond in the rough that just needed a push.

he didn’t think much about your relationship until it was late at night. you were walking back with him to a hotel, face covered with masks to avoid intruding paparazzi. it started off with small talk, like family and friends (you learned he had a very cocky but sweet brother back in japan), but it quickly diverged into something more intimate that had the two of you walking into his room with intertwined pinkies.

when it came time to perform in the qualifying rounds, you had plunged the stadium with wails and tears. overcoming the country’s beloved skater by a wide margin, you stood above everyone, head raised high as you pointed up to the cameras, hardening your gaze as you mouthed sae’s name. you must have known he was watching from the corners of the locker room. 

the world of figure skating was going to change with you, a new generation skater that rose from nothing. 

sae feels immense pride when it comes with you. even though there were many curve balls thrown in your direction, whether it be from bad press or his persistent fanbase, the smile you hid beneath the covers reassured him that you were going to stick it out. nothing in the world could compare to the happiness you felt when you were with sae. because with him, you knew you could do anything.

dates typically consist of fancy meals or sightseeing trips. he isn’t particularly drawn to these activities himself, but what motivates him is the thought of treating you to something new. whether it be a pretty dessert from down the street that costed an arm and a leg, or seeing the stars as you walk along the beach, he’ll dedicate a huge chunk of his income to letting you see the world in its fullest.

matching photocards on the back of your phone cases. sae uses a clear one so he can flip his phone around and stare at you before every game. while some think he’s admiring your smile (as beautiful as it is), he’s actually sees you as the perfect rival to his games. although you were both in different sports, the two of you constantly pushed each other to your limits, showing the world what it means to be the very best. 

nagi seishiro

“there is no point in anything if you aren’t going to have fun.” 

he wasn’t interested in figure skating until he came across one of your performances on youtube. it was really early into middle school when he started watching you. one of the reasons why he started was because you skated to a lot of his favorite songs from video games he liked. the second reason was because you looked like you were having fun. 

unlike most figure skaters he’s seen, you made the sport look enjoyable (he thinks everyone else looks extremely constipated when they’re too focused). with a beautifully confident smile, you danced across the ice, performing triple axels and a perfect biellmann spin. you skated as if you truly loved this sport, and this was the selling point for him (maybe this is when he started to be called a certified fanboy).

when he arrived to blue lock, the first thing he wanted to win back was his phone so he could keep up with your recent uploads. even when you aren’t posting something figure skating related, your miniature q&a sessions were entertaining enough to keep him awake for the rest of the night, much to reo’s dismay (he wanted to sleep early for once).

the best thing reo had gifted him were a pair of tickets to see you perform at one of the biggest skating rinks in the country. nagi was almost shaking in his seat in excitement, eyes wider than saucers when you stepped into the arena with the prettiest outfit known to man. you blew kisses and waved to the audience, giving them your signature smile. you suddenly stopped in your tracks to deliver a long kiss in nagi’s direction, something that sent him into an early cardiac arrest.

your relationship with him blossoms after seeing him at the local convenience store. the two of you had awkwardly reached for the same cup noodle. even though you were dressed in a simple, oversized black hoodie and a mask that hid half of your face, he easily recognized you by the sound of your voice. nagi’s phone would have dropped to the ground if it wasn’t for you catching it midway. when the screen lights up with a picture of you as his wallpaper, you smile and type in your number, throwing his phone back to him as you take the cup noodle and leave.

you and him would text consistently. after every practice he would immediately rush over to his phone to see if you had left any messages. expect a lot of back and forth photos. nagi’s pictures consisting of things he saw that reminded him of you while you sent him photos of yourself at practice or a recent choreograph. 

imagine how shocked your youtube fanbase is when you show up with your 6’3 boyfriend who barely shows up on camera because hes too tall for your tripod. you’re teaching him how to ice skate and although he started as a wobbly giraffe, he easily picked up a lot of tricks. he might not be the best at doing jumps but his footwork was impeccable (you like to tease him about switching careers but he lazily replies with his face in your shoulder about how much work it’ll be). 

[ghostykapi]

twice and the ways to say i miss you when they are touring

im nayeon

i’m sorry but you must endure the one thousand kisses once she gets back or she will cry

demands with pouts and that cute voice that makes you cave in

what? the tour is amazing but after being weeks apart from her lover can make her do weird things (ask jeong or jihyo, they can confirm)

she’s got a whole bottle of your perfume/fragrance to cope with a your jacket so it feels like you’re always there giving her a hug

but now that she’s back >:)))

will 100%, with no miss at all, pin you down every morning to snuggle and kiss you despite your whines of you trying to be a bit early to work

oh you work from home? better make sure you work fast or she will distract you with those hands 😋 no escape for you

yoo jeongyeon

constant video calls to keep her grounded but it’s never enough to make her feel that 100% energy boost

lowkey losing it but to her members they can see how miserable she can get when you aren’t there

sorry she’s like this but she just really really needs your cuddles right now and the fact that you’re so far away makes it so so so mean :((

she manages with the polaroids of both of you that she brings everywhere

of course she won’t pressure you but good lord you also don’t know what to do without her close to you at most nights

and that’s why you’re always with her on tour once you can start working remotely, always either disguised as the “manager/staff” or straight up out to the world that you’re her lover

hirai momo

misses you and her children (read: her dogs) that when she fatetimes you she’s abt to sob

“my babies!” she says everytime you go on call and boo and dobby are with you

clings unto sana to cope (both of them are coping together through the power of friendship!!!)

one time she managed to convince all of twice to get food at 4 am to cope??? anyway yeah so there they were at 4 am at a taco cart munching away with like two other managers

everytime she comes home she brings you snacks and treats and spends most of her time with you and her dogs

minatozaki sana

on the outside she’s calm cool collected a lil flirty

in the inside she’s screaming fighting for her LIFE because wdym you aren’t a phone call away from her to cling unto you huh

clings unto her members for moral support and they always send pictures of her clinging to you (THROUGH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP)

buys you jewelry that she thinks looks good on you and copes with that information until she lands back home

pouncing on you the moment you see her come down from the van in front of your apartment/home

“baby!!!” she screams as she clings unto you like a koala and she’s abt to make you both fall over

sorry she’s never letting you go

you are now the latest personal bodyguard of sana for the next couple of days btw (she likes them a lil possessive)

park jihyo

she can fairly cope well for the first few days but she can feel bits of her cracking when she doesn’t get your dose of cuddles

copes by also stealing your jacket but she actually steals two so she can have two styles ready that has a piece of you with her

always playing with the necklace you got for her on your 9th date with her or with the keychain on her bag that you got on a random day proclaiming that yes that sleeping bear keychain reminded you of jihyo because both her and the keychain look cute

she’s always so busy even when she gets home so she never really gets to release that want to just be alone with you

but holds you so close and so tight when both of you are sleeping to feel calm and to convey the feelings she always has for you

myoui mina

doesn’t show it to anyone, even you, that she’s abt to break bc she misses you so much

copes with buying trinkets that remind her of you so she ends up coming home from tour

half of her big suitcase is trinkets, someone stop her

you always end up sorting the trinkets and like dedicating a space in your home for it. when she comes back you both take the time to add it to the collection together

you know those apps for u to use to signal you miss your lover yeah well mina didn't take long to convince you to download it

is that another damn trinket

kim dahyun

the most sane one in twice

she always takes you out on dates back before the tour starts so she uses those memories to cope + regular calls with you despite time differences always helps

writes yearning songs all the damn time

YEARNING IN SONG WRITING!! THAT DAMN NOTEBOOK IS ALMOST FULL SHE'S ABOUT TO BUY ANOTHER

when she returns from tour, she cherishes the most domestic things with you

case and point she fell so much harder for you when you were both just doing chores, humming the songs blasting from your speakers

son chaeyoung

shut up wdym nonchalant?? no. clingy gf realness

she is OBSESSED WITH YOU there is no way this woman won't lose it when you are not with here in tour

but your work is important so she won't pull you away

though i bet you half of her wardrobe is your clothes with your perfume smothered on them

twice members complain at how much she's always missing u, yearning for u, talking about u, yapping abt u

it's the rest of twice that begs for you to come with them the next tour to shut her up

she does not shut up but you get to distract her by kissing and it always works

chou tzuyu

her? missing you? why should she miss you when she can just bring you along??????????

only member to actually think about it and put it to action the moment you both started to become official

it took so much convincing, and like you had to also be a part of staff lowk

like who is holding the cam for her vlogs?? you babes it's you

sometimes the other members also ask for your help but honestly you don't mind and tzuyu gets to film you too sometimes so like yay bonding activities

kisses backstage!!! KISSES BACKSTAGE TZUYU CHEERED

[matchatarot]

Lovely Bunny, I know life hasn’t always been soft to you. May this reading bring you clarity and light on your healing journey. To pick a pile don’t overthink it; choose the one that draws you in the most while thinking about the reading’s intent. Don’t force it, only take what resonates! Love, Matcha ♡

☆ masterlist

Pile 1 ₊˚.༄

tw: brief su*cide mention

This pile is for you if you struggle with depression or su*cidal ideations. You’re probably someone educated, smart and creative but life to you can seem extremely dull due to your lack of intellectual stimulation. You might have a lot of wisdom, but a part of you feel unfulfilled. To find healing, you’ll need to look at yourself and be realistic about where you are mentally. You might be procrastinating by claiming it was worse before or that others have it worse, so it’s probably good enough right now. Even if you’ve already gone a long way, you should still focus your self-development on where you are right now rather than in the past. Remember that life is difficult, most people are silently struggling. Find healing by opening up about it in a more detached or artistic way. You are advised to share about your struggles with humour and lightness, by sharing your weakness you’ll regain a sense of power. Make art inspired by your struggles, it’ll give them a sense of purpose in your life, you could even make money off of it in the future. Remember that this is part of your legacy, even the difficult things. This advice might be weird but see yourself like a saint in your life. Like you’re someone who’ll end up having a lasting impact on the earth because of their dedication to love and light and that your life story is just the original story of your spiritual path. A point of view more similar to that one will help to give yourself grace by reminding yourself of your path and intentions. You should also totally start meditating, do meditations where you focus on visualizing an environment that is pleasing and calming to you. You need to learn something new, you might have hobbies but you need to be a beginner at something again, it’ll help you to reconnect with your inner child, and life won’t seem so gray and all the same. Remember that you only have one life, no matter what happens you’ll die anyway but what you do of that life is up to you. Will you continue showing up for yourself?

2, 3, 4, libra, venus, zeus

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Pile 2 ⊹˚˖ ☆

If you chose this pile you’re probably already taking action when it comes to your mental health. However, you seem to be encountering blockages when it comes to working on your anxieties. Ordinary things can seem troubling and scary to you, you might be overthinking small decisions and interactions. You’re a perfectionist. You are patient with others but when it comes to you you’re strict and inflexible. Right now, you’re learning to express your boundaries and your needs. The most healing thing you could do right now is to look at the people you have around you and assess if they’re still helpful to you on your journey. You might be avoiding red flags. If you seem to always be failing to reach the expectations of someone in your life, maybe it’s not that you’re inadequate, maybe they just don’t fit in your life. You’ll know who to cut off because you’re already feeling somewhere in your gut that there’s something wrong you’re avoiding. It’s okay to not be liked by everybody. “If you got no haters you ain’t poppin’”… If people have strong opinions regarding you, some hating you and some loving you, it’s probably just a sign that you’re being authentic. You can’t be liked by everybody unless you’re an unauthentic people pleaser, sorry not sorry. Start being a little bit more cutthroat like that, you’re allowed to cut off anyone from your life with no explanations, you’re allowed to not look back and follow your path. I don’t mean you should be an asshole to loving souls but we both know there are some toxic people undeserving of the courtesy of explanation or closure. Don’t think that you’re too intense, your emotions are valid and continue processing them in a way that feels cathartic to you. Your spirit guides are protecting you and reminding you that this path is the one that’ll bring you your manifestations if you’re willing to put yourself first.

4, gemini, selenite, smokey quartz, snowflake obsidian, sodalite

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Pile 3 ‧₊˚ ♡

If you chose this pile you most likely already did a lot of shadow work and you’re seeing positive results when it comes to your mental health. You’ve overcome mental blockages and you're reconciling with yourself. You accept your flaws and your past. This healing journey brought you to a new sense of self in opposition to who you used to be. You learn who you are every time you make a new life decision. You’re working against toxic patterns, you can be proud of yourself. Don’t shy away from this new way of being, you’re allowed to be paradoxical, it’s okay that you changed, it doesn’t mean you’re inauthentic. It would be inauthentic to reject change and to remain chained to an ego-driven sense of self. You’re already doing the work when it comes to grounding yourself in your new higher way of being. However, the advice is to connect with your inner child. Recognize the part of yourself you’ve found again that was always part of you. You’ll realize that you didn’t become someone totally new but that you reconnected with yourself. Think about how you used to be when you were a kid, your temperament, the things that spoke to your soul. Your second piece of advice is to start making bolder moves when it comes to your career and aspirations. You’ve done the work and you’re now ready to embark on a new journey with challenges that are adapted to your new capacities. The universe is ready to give you your manifestations, know that as soon as you start taking action towards your goals you’ll see great results sooner than expected. Money and comfort are coming into your life Bunny!

2, 4, 5, 8, jade, pyrite, rhodonite, cherry blossom

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decks used for this reading: angel tarot cards by Radleigh Valentine, l’oracle du chemin spirituel by Valérie Defour & Valérie Saussez, art oracles by Katya Tylevich, oracle of heaven and hell by Travis McHenry

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Since you've discussed your favorite parts of ep. 7, I'd like to know your biggest criticisms of it & how you would've addressed them.

[Referencing this post!]

*raises finger* (my lawyer pulls me away)

Here’s how I would change the ending (while still staying within the Disney + mobile gacha game restraints and sticking with the themes + patterns established by other OBs):

Rework all the dreams. Every single last one. I can’t count the number of issues I have with them. Between the inconsistent pacing (4-35 parts per boy), the lack of urgency, extra fat (irrelevant convos), frequent contradictory explanations of the dreams, and the on-the-nose announcements of how each boy has changed, these are horribly inefficient vehicles for storytelling and need to be significantly tightened. Maybe even consider cutting out all of them except Adeuce and the OB boys; make the rest optional or side missions or something.

Between each dorm’s dreams, cut back to Malleus and Lilia so they at least STAY relevant for a book that is supposedly about Diasomnia. Let us know what Malleus’s current state of mind is, have Lilia reflect on what it’s like to see Malleus twisted into… this. Something, anything.

Make the explanation for the dreams consistent. Instead of changing the explanation or slapping on new details every other update, just claim right from the get-go that dreams tend to pull from a dreamer’s wishes/desires but it’s unknown how the dream worlds will actually be interpreted or how they’ll interact with Malleus’s magic since each person is so different. You can still have the dreams with deeper hidden meanings, but avoid overcomplicating the logic governing dreams in the first place.

Have Lilia join up with us in the dream world. Maybe a scene where Ortho or Idia connects the dots on his identity and contacts Lilia using his Muscle Red gaming ID tag in the dream world. Lilia receives his invite that way and joins us for the battle maps + help Silver and Sebek train with their new equipment. You can also potentially use this section to have Silver and Lilia reconcile over Lilia keeping secrets from him.

Like how Sebek had moments with the first years in their dreams, give Silver moments in which he can reflect on his relationship with + thoughts on the Dawn Knight. It feels a little strange to me that we went from emotional breakdown learning about his lineage to… thanking the Dawn Knight for allowing him to meet Likia at the end??? Like it feels like we missed the middle part of that development. We never got to hear his inner thoughts about the ordeal or how he comes to terms with it. For something so heavy, you’d think there would be more screen time dedicated to that??

The sword strikes Malleus, which brings him back to his senses but doesn’t break the horn. (This is just a personal dislike thing; it’s uncomfortable for me because it inevitably reminds me of poor injured animals and that’s not exactly… fun 💦)

Lilia still gets in the way of Malleus and Silver’s final stand-off, but rather than dying, he’s in critical condition and is in very real danger of dying.

Have Malleus willingly sacrifice a significant chunk of his magic (since he has all that excess from the senators blessing him + Malleus even canonically says he’ll give up his wings, his lifespan, etc.) to bring back Lilia from the brink. This would serve multiple purposes: 1) permanently power cap Malleus, 2) show him that his previous actions actually hurt Lilia but he also has the power to do good too (so he’s not filled with complete despair at the end), 3) rids him of the excess power he didn’t ask for, so now he’s more “approachable” to people, 4) doesn’t bring up potential issues with reviving the dead, since this could be categorized as ultra powerful healing magic, and 5) parallels the self-sacrifice Lilia had for him, that Silver had for Lilia, etc.

Honestly, I think Lilia should move away to the Land of Crimson Long to retire instead of regaining his magic and returning to NRC as a student. That way, Malleus isn’t the “special” OB boy that doesn’t have to still deal with the thing he OB’d over. Have it end on a hopeful note though, like have Idia or Lilia showing Malleus how to text (which is now more feasible due to Malleus’s reduced power) so he can always reach out to Lilia at a moment’s notice. This also fits in with the theme of keeping connected.

Alternative scenario to the previous point: have Lilia be taken away to urgent care and/or in a coma for a while. Let Malleus stew with the weight of what he did. Then maybe he + Diasomnia are called in when Lilia’s unstable and this might be good-bye 💦 Idk, at least then Lilia wouldn’t be dead for all of 5 seconds and Malleus would actually have a period where he’s forced to sit and reflect on what he did. Worrying and praying that Lilia will be saved, promising to the stars that he’ll never act out again if they just save Lilia. (You can still have your power of love saves him moment here!)

Following the OB, give a more balanced view of the repercussions of Malleus’s OB. Tell us how other nations are reacting, show us that some people are suspicious of him + need extra help recovering after the fact (in addition to people who love his UM and want to stay in there longer), etc. The current version works overtime to reassure us that there are zero negative (or even dubious) consequences when, logically, there would be at least some. This includes the main cast. Realistically speaking, they’d at least have some reservations or complicated feelings revolving around what happened in their dreams and how they feel seeing Malleus return. Ultimately, they’d welcome him back but some of them would still snark a bit while others are more forgiving (depends on the character; not all of them would react the same way).

We can still have the party + knighting ceremony at the end, but include some kind of magical broadcast or something where Malleus apologizes to all of Twisted Wonderland and lets them know what steps he intends to take to make amends moving forward. In the original, he only apologized to NRC, which I feel doesn’t cover the scope of the lives he could have affected. And if you’re going to have the other OB boys recite their flaws + how pathetic they were wallowing in darkness + how they’ve changed/are better than that now, grant Malleus that same opportunity here. It would also be great if he could go around and acknowledge the important people in his life, including classmates, to show us that he truly recognizes the value in these connections. I do, however, want to caution: the speech shouldn’t sound like Malleus speedran a character arc and is now without flaws. Malleus should also have some lines where he admits he’s imperfect and may falter, and if that’s the case, then he trusts us to admonish him and set him on the right path. This would show us that he’s willing to give up control to others and that he’s being more receptive to criticism.

Add a nod to Raverne at the end??? Like maybe Malleus wonders where his father is and we get some explanation as to why he didn’t show up in the Castle Wildrose memories but his mom did.

I don't think I actually made many changes here; most of the plot points remain, just change the execution and what the focus is on.

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only in my dreams [part 3]

azriel x reader, eris x reader | the beginning of the end. warnings: mentions of death, violence, abuse and burns. words: 8.8k

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a feeling of numbness began to invade you from the top of your head to your toes.

as you closed your eyes and calmed your breathing, you felt your shattered heart one last time before focusing on your emotions and feelings and bringing them to the surface.

realizing that it was impossible to reach all of them, you focused on those whose presence had become a habit and which had begun to suffocate you day after day. 

jealousy — upon seeing that azriel's courtships were not intended for you.

pain — realizing that the spymaster eye's weren't looking for you the way yours did for him.

insecurity — thinking that you will never be enough for the shadowsinger that occupied your thoughts.

sadness — understanding that you will never find yourself in the arms of the person you most want to hold you.

broken heart — when you realize that the male you love will never love you back.

you let them emerge, and when they did, you let them swim back and forth as you dug your way through them looking for that little switch. 

the switch that was about to solve all your problems. in a few moments, it would mend your heart and bind it with a steel chain around it, to prevent it from breaking again — from feeling again. 

after digging your way for a few more seconds, the switch came into your reach and as you headed towards it, you noticed the darkness that surrounded it.

the darkness that would invade your veins and corrupt your heart — the price to pay.

by reaching for the switch with an invisible hand, you let the happy memories with your friends replay in your mind, granting one last wish to your aching heart. 

it was while reliving those memories that you were hesitant about what you were about to do, seeing the good times you had spent with the friends that had become your family.

nesta, gwyn, emerie, rhys, cass, feyre, mor and amren — all their faces appeared in turns bringing a slight smile and a feeling of comfort. 

but it shattered when the image of azriel and elain holding hands and exchanging smiles invaded your mind without permission. 

you would never be her and he would never look at you that way.

that was your breaking point.

you wouldn't continue to suffer for a male who didn't even dedicate a second of his time to acknowledge you.  

and just like the snap of a finger, the hesitation disappeared, anger replacing it, making the invisible hand reach out and finally complete its task. 

with a simple click. . . 

you turned it off. 

and become darkness. 

••• 

a storm was heading towards prythian. 

black clouds haunted the sky, an immense darkness hid behind them, preparing to release its confined monsters at the right moment.  

the courts were dominated by gray — a consequence of the storm that was about to break. 

the trees had lost their color; the flowers and food planted in the gardens stopped growing; the water in the rivers and seas was still, with no wave being formed; the animals had fled and a crushing cold forced every inhabitant to stay at home.

the sun was nowhere to be found. 

with no explanation from the high lords for what was happening, the inhabitants were left at their mercy to conjure one.

'this is the work of witches,' some said.

'prythian is dying. it's the end of the world,' said others.

but the rumor that most circulated among the courts?

the rumor that many believed but were too afraid to say out loud?

the rumor that due to fear was whispered between ears or past written in letters?

someone had disturbed a powerful being, and this was the result of their wrath.

now, prythian was condemned to face their punishment. 

the entire extension of prythian seemed cursed, but no court was worse than the night court.

mainly velaris.

all eyes that fell on the city would only take a second to identify it as the epicenter of the storm.

after all, that was where the 'curse' itself began. 

••• 

velaris was paused in time.

flying over what was once vibrant and full of life, velaris, azriel, cassian, and rhys continued their search.

they flew through the empty streets, past the closed shops, with no sign that anyone lived there. 

if the males didn't have the age they have, they would never have believed that this had once been the city of starlight. 

it all started four weeks ago. 

four weeks since Madja's drastic revelation about you.

four weeks since the last time any of them had seen you.

you had disappeared without leaving any kind of trace.

while amren, nesta, and feyre read all the books helion had lent them about rare powers, mor on the continent trying to find someone who knew more about empaths, the males were tasked with finding you.  

the brothers had already flown over the entire night court to try to find any trace of you — but without success.

it was as if you had simply evaporated.

they went as far as contacting eris to find out if the heir knew anything about you. 

although they didn't get any information regarding you, the males ended up discovering that eris himself was looking for you.

apparently, your news powers had reached the ears of beron, awakening his interest in you.

unfortunately, this wasn't the first time beron had been interested in you. 

news in prythian never took long to reach all the courts. 

when the first rumor about an empath in prythian emerged, all the high lords were agitated, especially when that same empath was one of the members of rhysand's inner circle.

empaths were very rare, with only two recorded in the last twenty thousand years, so the extent of their powers and capabilities remained a mystery. 

rhysand had to set up a meeting and introduce you to the high lords personally to prove you weren't a threat. 

and you weren't. the high lords saw firsthand what a caring, kind, and gentle person you were.

they saw your abilities as a healer and the purity in your eyes.

you were the epitome of kindness. 

there was no reason to fear you.

until now. 

they could barely believe what you had become. it was as if the girl they had met decades ago had never existed. 

as if it had been nothing more than a dream. 

helion was the first to find out about your situation when rhysand came to him.

rhysand will never forget how helion said you must have suffered too much and too long in silence to be able to become what you became. 

the warning that followed still haunted the male in his sleep 'do not underestimate her, rhysand. it's innocent and pure people like her who can find the deepest darkness within themselves when motivated to do so. she may not have been a threat before, but she certainly is now.' 

the truth that no one wanted to admit was that they were scared of you.

scared of your new powers and what you would be able to do with them. 

and now, beron was looking for you. 

you were never a violent or aggressive person. in fact, in all the years since you joined the inner circle, they had never even seen you raise your voice.

but now with your emotions turned off, and your powers, if beron finds you and you feel threatened. . . 

they weren't sure that beron would come out alive from that confrontation.

they didn't know how far you would go to protect yourself, but there was one thing they knew: they needed to find you quickly.

••• 

on a distant illyrian mountain, in an unpopulated zone, an abandoned cabin had been improvised as a laboratory.

the cabin contained only three rooms: a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room/kitchen.  

this last room was the largest of the three, but due to all the tables that filled it, it gave the impression of being the smallest.  

on the tables against the walls were various dried plants and flowers — in other words, dead. 

you were sitting on a wooden stool in front of one of the tables in the center — that one was loaded with green plants and flowers with colors ranging from blue, red, and yellow.  

your eyes studied a sunflower while your hands surrounded it with a darkness they emitted.

you watched as the poison began to spread through it from the root to its petals — how it began to lose its color and wither with each passing second. 

this has been your occupation for the last four weeks.

ever since you discovered your new powers, you have dedicated yourself to learning about them.

all those sleepless nights, the days with little food in your stomach, the headaches, and the hours you spent sitting had been rewarded.

you could poison a entire plant or in a specific place of your choice, it could spread quickly or slowly, it could be deadly immediately or last for hours, you could remove the poison and bring the plant to its original state.

but the most interesting part? you had accidentally discovered during one of your experiments a few days ago that even after its death, you were able to control it. 

that's what you had spent the last few days working on. 

you believed this was the final step to achieving your full power. 

you watched closely as the flower reached its final stage. you could feel its vitality fading away at your fingertips. 

with one last movement of your hand, the flower reached its end.

letting a few seconds pass, you took the opportunity to readjust yourself on the bench and stretch a little. you felt the muscles in your arms and back relax instantly. 

you didn't know how long you had been sitting here working on the flower, but when you looked out the window and saw the light of a new day outside, you realized that a few hours had passed. 

with your eyes finding the flower once more, you ignored the headache that was beginning to form on the right side of it, you had had many lately preceded by a bad night's sleep because of the nightmares that had invaded your mind for almost two weeks. 

you had never had nightmares before, and these were mysterious. you couldn't understand them no matter how hard you tried. 

you let go of that thought, pushing it deep into the back of your mind, and focused your attention on the task at hand and extended your hands towards the flower. 

this was the moment of truth. 

slowly, with each rotation of your wrist, the flower started moving.

a big smile appeared on your face as you watched the flower move with the direction of your hands — following your lead. 

your attention shifted to your hands as you realized what was happening.

your glow was changing color. 

transforming.

what used to be darkness was now a bright red. 

the reach of your full power. 

however, your moment of triumph was interrupted when your ears perked at the new sounds outside of the cabin.   

footsteps.

several of them.

the cabin only had one entrance and one exit, and that was where the intruders were headed.

you knew exactly who they were. you knew they were looking for you. they had come very close to finding you the last time, forcing you to move. 

luckily for them, back then, your priority was learning your new powers, but this time? this time, you were irritated.

your eyes didn’t leave the flower when the cabin door was kicked open and five autumn soldiers burst into your small laboratory.

you had heard that Beron was looking for you, but you thought the male wouldn’t be stupid enough to send his soldiers to the night court — especially illyria. 

apparently, you were mistaken.

the soldiers began shouting orders that you ignored.

did beron really think he could capture you? use your powers as he pleased? 

without warning, the cabin door slammed shut, the hinges creaking.

the males' heads turned toward the sound faster than humanly possible, yet they dared not move when a melody followed — one that sounded like a lullaby.  

with trembling hands and legs, the soldiers tried to maintain their composure as they turned in the opposite direction. 

"tell me," your voice rang out across the room, "which one of you can winnow?" 

there was a deadly tone in your voice, enough to send shivers down the males' spines and cause doubts in their beliefs.

your voice was light, calm, and delicate like a siren's song luring its victims to their death.

in a matter of a second, regret settled in the eyes of the soldiers, too scared to even remember that they had been questioned. 

when none of them responded, you moved just an inch on the stool, allowing the soldiers to see what you were doing.

without making any noise or sudden movements, the males began to walk backwards slowly while they increased the strength with which they gripped their swords, their eyes still fixed on the scene they were witnessing — a dead flower being guided by the action of your hands that subjected it to what could only be described as the dance of death. 

the noise of a soldier swallowing the lump in his throat reached your ears, the same one that made the wise decision in answering you. "all of us."

the small laugh you let out made them shrink.

"well, that's perfect," you finally turned to them, "that way, i don't have to waste time guessing.” 

mouths dropped at the sight of you.

the eyes that held nothing behind them, the long hair down to your waist, the simple long white dress you wore, your bare feet, and the smile that would scare away the bravest warriors. 

behind you, the flower continued to dance without ever stopping. 

one of the soldiers gripped his sword tighter. “wh. . .what-what's that supposed to mean?” his voice failed to hide the fear that was rising from him. 

you stood up.

the soldiers backed away even more, their backs hitting the wall behind them.

"by the Cauldron. . ." one of them muttered. 

five too-fast heartbeats filled the silence of the room. 

you smiled.

“i need you to deliver a message to beron for me.”

the soldier, who was on the far left side, began to search for the doorknob at an unnatural speed.

the smell of fear was palpable in the air. 

"lucky for me that you all can winnow, but unlucky for you," you took another step, watching their faces change as they realized what was about to happen. "i only need one of you to deliver the message." 

the last thing the soldiers saw was your eyes turning red before everything exploded. 

••• 

azriel didn't know how many hours he had been flying or how many laps he had already made over velaris.

lost in his thoughts, the male made the mistake of looking down. 

he flew over a small, familiar house at the top of a street.

inside the small house, there was an old healer with her face stained with tears and pain in her chest caused by a worrying heart. 

the old healer was in the same position as the previous days. sitting at the window in her living room, waiting for her beloved niece to return. 

but with each passing day, Velaris grew grayer, taking a bit of the old female's hope with it. 

guilt struck his heart. 

the last time he had seen madja was five days ago. 

nuala and cerridwen had prepared several casseroles to help the old female through what was the worst time of her life.

feyre offered to take them, and azriel and cassian volunteered to help. 

the spymaster expected Madja to kick him out or release her anger on him, but she never did.  

the healer welcomed him with open arms and prepared him some tea as thanks for his help.

the suffering in her was visible; red eyes, low voice, bent posture, slumped shoulders, and several handkerchiefs soaked in tears on the living room table. 

how could things have gotten to this point?

the promise azriel made to himself flashed through his mind — he would bring you back into Madja's arms.

the movement of cassian's wings broke his trance, and azriel's eyes left the small house and resumed his flight.

four weeks without any information.

the males even thought that you might have left the night court and gone to a different one. 

but no wards had been passed, and they would know if anyone had passed them. 

so wherever you were, you were still within the borders of their court.

but where? 

the brothers flew to meet each other, and when rhys was preparing to speak, something happened. 

a surge of power ripped through the night court with a red flash accompanying it. 

the mountain and the ground shook, the water rattled, and somewhere, screams were torn from the throats of the citizens in their homes.

the males were sent straight to the ground, their wings and illyrian strength not enough to keep them in the sky. 

azriel, cassian, and rhysand had to protect their eyes from the intensity of the flash while trying to remain stable on a shaking ground and ignoring the overwhelming feeling they felt as the wave of power passed by the entire court.

so many thoughts ran through their minds.

what was happening? was Prythian being attacked? were the girls okay? 

after a few more seconds, the flash began to diminish until it disappeared completely, leaving only the remains of something red all over the sky.

the mountains and the ground regained their stability and the rivers their calm. 

as they raised their heads, the brothers saw what appeared to be red powder falling from the sky and towards the ground.

cassian was the first to pick up a small amount and rub it between his thumb and index finger, trying to decipher what it could be. 

with no answers, cassian turned his attention to the males sitting next to him, checking for injuries, and noticed that they were both doing the same to him.

after checking that both they and the city were okay, the three of them took to the skies, and their eyes immediately found the source of the wave of power — illyria. 

the illyrians would never attack them. they could be brutish and arrogant, but they were not stupid, leaving only one possible explanation. 

"y/n." azriel whispered.

"it's her," rhys confirmed as he stretched out his hand, where remnants of the red flash landed on it. 

shock did not fail to appear on the males' faces. none of them mentioned what they had just witnessed, but all three knew.

your power had grown.

you were stronger, more powerful. 

cassian broke the silence, if his brothers weren't going to talk, then he would "she knows," a silent agreement hovered between them, it was only a matter of time before you found out about your new powers. 

"what do you think she's doing with it?" a bad feeling invaded them at the general's words.

something big was about to happen.

they all knew it — they could feel it.

"we should go back." rhysand ignored his brother's words — he wasn't prepared for this conversation.

"what?" azriel protested, his wings beating faster with the anticipation of going to look for you. "we finally know where she is, and you want to give up?" 

"no one's giving up, az," cassian placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down, "but look around you. you just felt her power, and we've been flying for hours. we can't go to her like this." 

azriel removed his brother's hand from his shoulder, a bit harsher than he intended, but he couldn't stop the anger that filled every word of the scream he released next. "what, you think she's going to attack us?" 

cassian's wings lowered a little, and he didn't hide the look of defeat he felt nor the hurt it caused in his chest when he said what had to be said "i don't know."

shock ran through the shadowsinger's body, making him move away as if those words had burned him. 

cassian let out a small sigh before continuing, "that's not our y/n, az. we don't know what she's capable of, and we have to assume the worst-case scenario." 

when Azriel tried to protest again, rhys stopped him. "cass is right. we'll be back in a few hours when we're recharged."  

azriel knew they were right, but the guilt that invaded him didn't let him rest so easily.

"besides, we need to know if the girls are alright."

azriel nodded. if helion's words were truly true, if you now posed a threat, then they couldn't risk surprising you without being prepared. 

that single thought hurt him more than a sword strike, but that was the new reality they faced. 

the males resume their flights but with their destination being the house of wind.

there was nothing they could do for now. all that was left for them was to wait.

azriel looked back.

to the mountains where you were.

the mountains that hid you from him.

or the mountains that protected him from you?

••• 

eris vanserra was having a long day, and there was no sign lurking that it was about to end. 

as he walked through the halls of the forest house, eris let his mind wander to the meeting he had just left.

beron had just made his alliance with koschei and the mortal queen official, but that wasn't what bothered the young heir.

his father had also told his council that his search for you was not over.

not even when the only soldier who had returned described word for word what had happened in illyria. 

the soldier's testimony did not have the same effect on the high lord as it had on his council. 

while the old males had shrunk in their seats at the description of your powers, beron had moved closer as if to hear better. 

a hand slammed down on the meeting table hard enough to stir the liquids in the crystal glasses that sat in front of each member.

"speak, boy!" beron demanded.

"she. . .she's different, high lord. i've never seen anything like this before, not even with hybern."

"be specific! do i look like someone who has the patience for riddles?"

"death," the soldier said quietly, as if afraid that the walls might have ears.

beron stood up from his seat at the revelation, curiosity gnawing at his body.

eris leaned back from his chair and gripped the arms of the chair in an attempt to soften the shock that this news had caused him, while beron's council struggled to regain color in their faces.

"she looked like death." the soldier finished before being dismissed.

when the door to the meeting room closed, the council erupted in screams. 

the males of the council tried to dissuade beron from his search for you but without success, as was to be expected. 

his greed grew, as did his hunger for power. now knowing what you were capable of, his desire to find you was now even greater, with the several soldiers who had left the autumn court with orders to find you as soon as the meeting ended as proof. 

that was what bothered him. not the change in your powers, not what happened with the soldiers — his soldiers — but your well-being.

but why?

he was beginning to think he had lost his mind.

eris had even made the mistake of staying after the meeting ended to try to persuade his father to continue searching for you.

that had earned him the burn on his shoulder that he now bore. 

what was going on with him? 

why hadn't you left his mind in these last few weeks?

his brain was telling him to ignore the situation and focus on the potential war with the death god that was becoming more real with each passing day. 

but his heart. . .his heart was telling him to write a letter to rhysand asking about you, to know if they had found you yet or if they had any clues about you.

anything to comfort him.

little did he know that this would not be necessary because when he opened the double brown doors that led to his room, his eyes met those that appeared in his dreams. 

there you were — sitting on his bed with one leg over the other in what looked like a tight black dress.

a smile formed on your lips as you stared at the male in front of you. "did you miss me?" 

••• 

"that was y/n?" nesta's voice was so low that if cassian hadn't been right in front of her, he probably wouldn't have heard her.

"yes," cassian confessed to her as he witnessed the pain appearing in his mate's eyes.

cassian didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her.

this situation was difficult for everyone, but the general knew it was especially so for the female he was trying to comfort.

your relationship with nesta was different from everyone else's. it had started out as rocky as a bad day, but just as bad days never last forever, neither did your beginning. 

before you knew it, you and Nesta were laughing together, exchanging books, walking arm in arm, and going almost everywhere together.

you had become sisters.

and the thought of losing you caused her more pain than she could have ever imagined.

as Nesta pulled away from her mate’s arms, she faced her brother-in-law.

“what’s the plan?” you had fought for nesta, never backing down, never giving up, and now she was going to do the same for you.

rhys’s eyes softened, and he squeezed Feyre’s hand tighter before answering, “cass, azriel, and i are going to illyria to see if we can find out where she’s hiding.”

nesta nodded, but before she could speak, a voice interrupted her.

“how will you know where to go?” elain asked.

“we’ll follow the trail of the power surge, that should be enough to tell us where it started.”

elain nodded in understanding before her eyes flicked to azriel. 

the male was quick to look away, focusing on his brother. 

"she might not be there anymore." cassian pondered. 

"still, it's worth a try." feyre spoke a few seconds later. 

rhys gave her a weak smile that didn't reach his eyes — feyre mirrored it. 

an awkward silence fell over the family. 

these past few weeks had been the strangest they had ever experienced. sometimes, it felt like it wasn't even real, but rather a never-ending nightmare — sometimes they had to pinch themselves to make sure they were awake, and this was actually happening. 

"i'll go with you." nesta broke the silence. 

cassian knew there was no point in arguing, so he just nodded, wrapping his arms around her. 

azriel nodded as well before turning to feyre and asking the question everyone was eager to know the answers to.

"news from mor?"

feyre let out a long sigh before shaking her head.

"we received a letter earlier. she arrived in rask three days ago but hasn't found anything yet. she said there's an old male who's experienced in rare powers, but it might not mean anything," feyre let out another sigh, "she said she'll let us know when she finds something." 

every day, they waited anxiously for a letter from mor. with hope fading by the day, they believed more and more that the answer lay on the continent.

azriel was interrupted from his thoughts by a gentle touch on his shoulder, and he turned to find the middle Aacheron sister standing in front of him.

"can we talk?" She asked softly.

looking back and seeing the rest of his family chatting, azriel nodded and followed elain into the hallway.

when the female in the pink dress tried to touch his hand, he pulled away faster than her brain could process.

azriel remained silent, letting elain guide a conversation he had no desire to have.

"what happened that night?"

his response ended up being a frown rather than words, so elain continued.

"the night of our date. you never showed up at the restaurant," when azriel stayed silent, she continued, "i know you went looking for her, azriel. i heard madja say you went to the clinic looking for y/n. why?" 

azriel had the answer, but it wasn’t with elain that he wanted to share it. 

and as if his brother had heard his thoughts, rhys appeared in the hallway, telling azriel it was time to go. 

azriel didn’t look back before following his brother and taking off. 

••• 

eris checked that no one was around his room before closing the doors.

the male leaned against the door for a few moments as if to make sure you were real.

"you're here."

your smile widened, "i am." 

eris matched your smile and moved to sit on the wooden chair in front of the bed before undoing a few buttons on his shirt and moving to unbutton his boots.

"did beron get my message?" 

"he did." 

you watched him for a moment before speaking again. "so, you know about my powers." 

"i don't care about your powers." he was quick to respond. 

"what about your soldiers?" 

"they shouldn't have threatened you." 

"but he keeps looking for me." 

eris continued to untie his boots as he confirmed your statement. 

"i told him to stop but he wouldn't listen." 

"hm," you slowly stood up before stopping in front of him, "is that how you got that burn?" 

eris's hands stopped immediately, and without moving much, he directed his gaze to the white shirt that had fallen down when he bent over, now revealing yet another of beron's marks. 

eris sighed and stood up, leaning his back against the wood of the chair. 

his golden eyes met yours and he didn't look away, not even when he considered what lie to tell. 

"i saw your mother when I was coming here." 

you moved closer. 

"she was applying what i think was a cream to her bruises." 

eris closed his eyes. he had heard about the argument his parents had had a few days ago when he was away at meetings. 

his mother hadn't told him anything but he had assumed how it had ended. 

the heir felt a weight on his legs and arms wrapping around his neck. when he dared to open his eyes, he found yours a few inches away. 

"do you want me to kill him?" 

the question took him by surprise. no one had ever dared to say such words. 

"would you do it if i said yes?" 

it was no secret that eris dreamed of the day he would put an end to beron's reign.

one of his greatest goals was to free autumn and his family from the clutches of that male. 

"for you, yes." 

eris laughed and tilted his head back only to be grabbed by the chin by a hand smaller than his and meet your eyes again. 

"i'm serious. say the word and it will be done."

the owner of the golden eyes was lost for words. no one had ever cared about him like this.

not knowing what to say, eris brought your lips together.

you kissed him back almost immediately, adjusting yourself on his lap.

eris broke the kiss just long enough to say, "i was worried about you." 

you laughed into the kiss, responding with a quick, "i can take care of myself, prince."

eris laughed back, "i know, but i missed you." 

his response did something to your heart — something you couldn't quite put your finger on. 

it would be a lie if you said you came here just to warn him about his father. 

for some reason, this male made you feel things that shouldn't have been possible. 

your brain was telling you to pull away, to leave, but that thought was forgotten when your heart answered for you. 

"then show me how much you missed me." 

eris was more than happy to do so.

••• 

darkness.

silence.

were the first two things you came across.

total darkness surrounded you.

you couldn't make out what was around you. no matter how hard you tried to squint your eyes, they couldn't make out any kind of shape, not even a shadow.

no noise could be heard — wherever you were, silence dominated that place.

what was going on?

how did you end up here? what were you doing here?

"hello?" 

you didn't get any response back, which led you to assume that you were alone. Whether that was a good thing or not, you didn't know, but something told you that you were about to find out. 

as you took a step forward, you stretched out your arms in the hope of finding a surface that you could use to guide yourself.

it took several steps until you found what seemed to be a wall. as you let your hands run along it, you realized that its surface was rocky and damp and that your footsteps echoed.

always with one hand on the wall, you let yourself be guided to whatever was waiting for you on the other side. 

seconds.

minutes.

hours.

you didn't know how long you had been walking, your hand already cold from being pressed against the wall for so long.

just when you were beginning to think that the darkness was endless and that you were lost or trapped, that there was no way out, something answered your worries.

a weak beam of light entered your field of vision, indicating the path to salvation. 

in what seemed like a matter of survival, you ran towards the light that gradually grew brighter as you approached.

the moment the light became a little stronger, you realized that you were inside a cave when you saw the entrance.

when you finally left the cave, you saw that the light that was offered to you came from the moon, hence its dim brightness. 

without any intention of returning to the infinite darkness, you walked towards the trees that led you to a lake.

the lake was large, surrounded by pine trees, and with only the moonlight illuminating it and reflecting on its water.

the view was enchanting. It reminded you of one of those places where people would go when they needed to be alone or to think.

a place that would become someone's favorite place — where they would feel nothing but tranquility and security.

where they could escape reality and take a break from their problems for a few hours.

unfortunately, not everything is as it seems.

just as a wolf can seem affectionate and friendly at first, causing its prey to let its guard down moments before attacking, this lake also seemed like a place of peace and not one of danger. 

your feet took you to the edge of the lake, where you crouched down and stretched out your hand to be enveloped by the water.

the water was pleasant and reminded you of summer days. you were swinging your hand from side to side when something caught your attention.

there, reflected in the lake, right behind you and a lot taller, emerged a dark figure. 

a figure that was impossible to make out, could it be anything — a person, an animal, a shadow?

acting on instinct, you turned as quickly as possible, and the only thing you could find was darkness accompanied by a deep voice.

"come find me." 

••• 

your eyes flew open.

your breathing was fast, as was your heartbeat — as if they were in a race that they both wanted to win. 

a line of sweat ran down your chest while another on your forehead followed suit.

you sat up slightly in bed as your eyes quickly adjusted to the dark room.

you saw the desk in the middle of the room where the pile of letters still stood, the tall windows that were covered by brown curtains, the fireplace where there were still traces of the wood that had burned a few hours ago and finally — the warmth that rested against your back.

you were still in Autumn.

in eris's room.

the male's arm was around your waist, his chest against your back, and his previously closed eyes were now open.

those golden eyes that did something unknown to your heart.

eris sat up, remaining behind you, bringing his free hand to brush your hair away from your bare shoulder where he placed a light kiss.

you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat at the brush of his lips against your skin, but you attributed those thoughts to your sleepy state. 

with his arm still around your waist, he pulled you towards him until your back was resting against his bare chest and your head on his shoulder.

"is everything okay?" eris asked, barely above a whisper.

what was he doing to you?

how was it that after everything you had done to protect your heart, this male could undo it with just a touch? 

"little fox?" 

you closed your eyes at the nickname. your cheeks felt hot — from the nickname or from the male holding you?

you felt a warm hand take its place over your heart, a gesture so simple yet meaning so much.

your heart began to stabilize, your body to relax, and your breathing to return to its normal state as eris began to make small circles with his hand.

"i'm okay, eris." you couldn't help the small smile that pulled the corners of your mouth upward until your dimples appeared. 

this was becoming too real — too deep.

you had to get away. from this male, from this place — from everything that reminded you of a certain heir with red hair and golden eyes that reminded you of the sun

"are you sure, little fox?"

whatever this was between you and this male couldn't continue.

how could he be having this effect on you?

"mm-hm." your response was followed by a light kiss on your temple before another was placed on your cheek.

what was this feeling in your stomach? why was your heart reacting like this?

you had to put an end to this. you were going to tell the male that whatever this was was nothing more than a bit of fun.

you were going to pull yourself out of his arms, forget about his lips, put on your clothes, and leave.

you made your decision.

you didn't pull away when eris pulled the two of you to lie down.

you didn’t protest when he laid your head on his chest and wrapped an arm around you.

you didn’t stop him when he covered you with the blanket.

your mind felt heavy — what had you been thinking about earlier?

you snuggled closer to him, placing one of your arms over his stomach and tangling your legs with his.

you kissed his chest, and he ran his hand briefly through your hair.

a vague sense of thought passed through your mind — you had made a decision, hadn’t you?

you couldn’t remember. 

••• 

the next morning, eris woke up alone in his bedroom, now lit by the light of a new day.

he did not find your figure on the left side of the bed. instead, he was surprised by a piece of parchment.

"i had to go, i have some business to attend to. don't worry, prince, you will see me again."

eris fell onto the bed with one hand hiding his face but not enough to hide his smile.

a warm and welcoming feeling filled his heart.

for the first time in all his centuries of life, eris vanserra was happy. 

so happy that he didn't notice that his burn had been cured.

•••  

the inner circle was gathered in the living room with amren back from her home. 

rhys had shared the vision with everyone that the four of them had encountered in the cabin — or what was left of it. 

rhys, cassian, azriel, and nesta were still lost for words. their minds couldn’t form thoughts — too busy trying to process everything they had seen in the cabin. 

the plants and flowers, the evidence of your power in the destroyed walls and soil, the soldiers, and. . .the dead flower that still danced. 

every time they closed their eyes, that was the sight they were greeted with. 

feyre sat on the arm of the chair with a hand pressed against her chest. “y/n. . .the soldiers. are you sure it was her?” 

when everyone remained silent, azriel took over. “it was her. the soldiers had traces of her power, we don’t know where she went, but we believe she couldn’t have gone far.” 

"i couldn't find anything in helion's books," amren said, "what do we do now?" 

several sighs were let out, and then "i think we should-" azriel couldn't finish his thought due to the change in the air. 

as his family immediately took up defensive positions, he realized he wasn't the only one who felt it. 

everyone's eyes found the source of the change — the door to the living room. 

it was early morning, the light illuminating the room completely, but somehow, darkness could be seen beyond the door. 

everyone's hands began to find their weapons. 

it was impossible to break into the river house — rhys had placed the wards himself. 

the darkness moved. 

azriel didn’t wait for the threat to strike first. 

his centuries of training, experience, and combat kicked in. 

in an instant, faster than the blink of an eye, truth-teller was flying through the air, about to strike his target. 

until a hand stopped it. 

the darkness began to dissolve, revealing you behind it. as you walked into the room, the knife was still immobilized in your hand. 

as surprise and shock grew on the faces of what you once recognized as your family, a smile grew on yours. 

your eyes flickered through violet, blue, brown, and silver ones until they stopped on a pair of hazels. 

the shadowsinger’s knees nearly gave out before you spoke. 

“now, that’s no way to welcome a lady.” 

••• 

you walked around the room as you took in the decor.

the inner circle had moved to sit on the couch as they watched you.

"i like what you did with the new place, very fancy." you said as you ran a finger along the dining table.

as you walked to the couch, a smile still on your lips, you stopped to pour yourself a glass of whiskey before sitting down next to nesta.

"hello, friend." you said as you took a sip of the drink that burned your throat.

"y/n."

when nesta showed an intention to speak again, you quickly turned your gaze to the males who were sitting on the couch opposite yours.

"i heard you were looking for me. how cute." you said with what could be detected as false emotion.

"where have you been?" rhys asked you.

"oh, you know. here and there," your hand slid down your leg, stopping at your knee, "by the way, beron made his alliance with koschei and that human queen official yesterday." 

amren gave you a scornful look, "and how do you know that?" 

a cheeky smile filled your face. you rested your arms on the back of the couch and crossed your legs as you replied, "i was with eris yesterday." 

seeing her roll her eyes, your smile widened before you met the eyes of the female who had become like a sister to you.

nesta watched as you stared at her with blank eyes and no emotion on your face — pain struck her heart as she didn't recognize the person in front of her. 

"we saw the cabin." 

azriel's voice broke your eye contact with the female and made you focus on him. 

"oh, yeah? and what did you think?" 

amren answered, "monstrous." 

your gaze met hers. “i was just protecting myself.”

“were you?” she asked, “or were you trying to show off?” 

your eyes turned red, and the room began to shake as you let your power surge to the surface.

cassian, rhysand, and azriel widened their eyes as the archeron sisters tried to hide the fear that filled them. 

you stood up from the couch and walked towards the female without ever breaking eye contact or missing a step.

"be careful, amren," as you approached her, she began to retreat her steps. "if i were you, i would choose your next words wisely."

the ancient one's back touched the wall, and you noticed her breathing become faster. "you don't want to anger me." 

as you glanced one last time at amren, you gave her a smile before heading for the door. 

azriel was quick to stand up. “where are you going?” 

your feet stopped, and you glanced over your shoulder. “leaving, obviously.” 

just as you were about to resume walking, you were interrupted again. 

“no,” rhys answered this time. 

this made you slowly turn in your place — it took all of rhys’s strength not to flinch at the look in your eyes. 

cassian, who was next to him, murmured, “careful, rhys. don’t get on her nerves.” 

rhys glanced at him sideways before swallowing the lump in his throat and letting out his high lord voice.��

although he didn’t show it, he was shaking inside, but he hoped this would work on you. 

"you're not going anywhere. now that you're here, i want you under my supervision at all times. i forbid you to leave velaris." 

everyone held their breath as they waited for your reaction. 

they were all surprised when your answer was "fine, do i have a room here or will i have to sleep on the couch?" 

one by one, they sighed in relief before rhys spoke again "of course you have a room here." 

"i'll take you." azriel walked forward before anyone could protest. 

after climbing the stairs, turning left, then right and another right, they reached the door to your room. 

without hesitation, you opened the door and when you were about to close it, a hand stopped you. 

"azriel, no. i have a headache and i just want to sleep." 

azriel was surprised by your answer but now that you were in front of him, he didn't want to wait any longer. 

"there's something i want to tell you. about that night." 

"honestly, i don't care." 

"i didn't go to meet elain. i went looking for you," seeing the confusion on your face, he continued, "i went to the clinic that morning but i didn't find you-"

"i wasn't there."

"i know and-"

"azriel." cassian's voice trailed off, drawing your gazes to him.

"come," when azriel tried to protest, cassian was firmer, "now."

"thank the cauldron." and with that, you slammed the door in his face. 

••• 

after dinner, the members of the inner circle entered the living room where amren was on the couch with an old book on her lap.

no one had commented on what had happened.

not out of fear of amren but out of fear of what it would mean to admit it out loud.

feeling your power, the closeness they felt — they weren't ready for this conversation even though they knew they would have to have it sooner or later.

"what are you looking for?" feyre asked the elder.

when the silver-eyed female didn't answer, the high lady approached and read the contents of the book.

her eyes widened "you're reading about koschei?"

the others approached.

"yes, what y/n said earlier made me think."

azriel sat down next to her "about an alliance with beron and the queen?"

"yes," amren kept her eyes on the book.

cassian took the seat across from her and rested his arms on his thighs. “why?”

amren sighed and closed the book, setting it down on the small coffee table.

"think about it. koschei has been on the lake for thousands of years, right?" when everyone had settled down, she continued, "so, why act now? with all the centuries he had to free himself from the lake, why now?"

not liking where the conversation seemed to be going, rhys approached the table and picked up the book, turning it over in his hand. “what’s your theory?”

“i think he was waiting.”

“waiting for what?” nesta asked.

amren stood and went to pour a glass of wine. “not for what. for who.” 

"amren." the high lady said.

everyone realized that this was not going to be a simple conversation. 

"he's a sorcerer and his powers weren't neutralized, we realized that when he cursed vassa. so, what other spells can he do?"

the general ran a hand through his hair before sighing "what are you trying to say?"

amren looked at the high lord who was already looking at her, with a nod, she indicated to open to page one hundred and forty seven.

rhysand followed her indication but it was the only thing he could do because the content was in an ancient language — long lost.

"what does it say?"

amren cleared her throat to answer and for the second time that day, the inner circle saw her get nervous.

"it's a spell to see the future."

"what?" everyone asked in unison.

elain spoke for the first time since all this began "i thought only seers could see the future."

amren shook her head. rhysand looked at the her and like a snap of fingers, the situation became clear in his mind.

"you think he used this spell to see when would be the best time to act."

amren nodded. she grabbed the book and flipped through the pages until she found the one she wanted.

"koschei needs help to break the spell that is binding him to the lake. he needs someone powerful. very powerful."

her gaze met azriel's. "i think koschei used the spell and saw when that someone would appear and has been waiting ever since. he needs someone with a power that he can relate to. i think-"

"y/n," nesta murmured.

all eyes moved to her but nesta only looked at amren.

the ancient one didn't need to say anything to confirm Nesta's thought.

"koschei is a death god," her eyes remained focused on the silver ones. "y/n is a necromancer. her power involves death and we have all just witnessed how powerful she is." 

"no. . ." azriel blurted out as feyre covered her mouth with her hands. 

"amren?" Feyre asked. 

the female simply nodded her head. 

"if koschei saw the future, he saw what was going to happen to y/n," rhysand began, "he waited until her powers changed to act." 

silence fell over the room. 

this was bigger than they had thought. they had all thought their only concern would be beron, but little did they know how wrong they were. 

a second passed. 

two seconds.

three seconds. 

"koschei was waiting for y/n." 

azriel was the first to move, followed by the others.

"y/n!"

they all ran towards your room. 

their hearts were pounding as they got closer. 

"y/n!" 

just a few steps away. . .

"y/n!" 

the door to your room was knocked down and the space was invaded by seven people. 

your room was dark. 

your bed was empty. 

and you were nowhere to be found. 

It was too late. 

••• 

you were at the lake again. 

the lake surrounded by pine trees and illuminated by the moonlight. 

the lake that promised tranquility and safety. 

'another nightmare' you thought to yourself. 

the figure appeared again reflected in the lake but this time in front of you. 

you followed its reflection until you found it hovering over the lake. 

anyone else would have backed away, screamed or even run away. 

but you were not just anyone and whatever this was, it didn't scare you. 

you walked closer until your feet were greeted by the water. 

"who are you?" 

the figure approached and beneath the cover of darkness you could make out the shape of a man.

"my name is koschei. we finally meet, y/n." 

your face remained neutral, without a trace of shock or surprise. 

"how do you know my name?" 

a deep chuckle rang across the lake, making its water vibrate.

"i've been waiting for you."

it was only when the man shrouded in darkness placed a hand on your shoulder that you realized this wasn't a nightmare. 

••• 

pryhtian shook as a great flash invaded the sky, dyeing it red.

the houses shook.

people screamed.

animals fled.

the cold increased.

but it was only when they looked back at the sky that they realized what had happened.

the clouds changed color.

the darkness that had been hiding behind them advanced.

the storm was here. 

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[drdemonprince]

Hi Devon. I’m autistic and I //can’t// deal with injustice it really drives me mad. Even little everyday things. How do you cope with that?

This is going to sound a bit like an older person jadedly lecturing a younger person, so forgive me for however useless this is. But for me, the qualitative experience of learning to cope with injustice is that I have come to expect it through experience and pattern-recognition, and I have been able to contextualize it by developing an understanding of how the world works that leads me to predict that it will happen (and how it will).

Part of what used to keep me locked up and warring constantly with injustice was the false belief that I somehow had the power to prevent it from happening -- if I only used the correct persuasive words, advocated doggedly enough, found the right authority to make an impassioned appeal to, and never relented, I guess I felt that I might be able to make things stop.

Now I understand on an emotional level as well as an intellectual one how much larger these problems are than me, and I don't expect myself to remedy them through force of will or dedication. (A great deal of my book Unlearning Shame is about this, really).

I am far better now at choosing my battles, and more shrewd about how I wage the ones I do fight. I can mentally detach from a lot of issues that feel not strategically sound in resisting, even while mourning the unnecessary-seeming losses that so often come with them. It's possible for this kind of outlook to lead a person into complacency, I can already hear critics saying, but I think ultimately I have become a far more effective and reliable "change agent" (to the degree it's possible for a single human being to be) now that I have this understanding of the world.

Simply put, it is not enough to know what is right, or even to care about it. You have to understand strategy and power. You can't just feel the right feelings. You have to take actions that will matter.

I am also blessed and cursed with an extremely strong self-preservation instinct that predominates any instinct I might have to do the "right" thing simply for the right thing's sake. I don't believe in morality, really, or that I or anyone else must redeem themselves, I am mistrustful of virtually all ideologies (including my own, which have often changed over time), and I try not to act out the emotional urgency of a moment and rather sit back, observe, and plan my attack.

Frankly, a great many injustices in my life have been remedied by simply waiting for the opportune moment, or allowing the people preying upon me to fuck up their lives on their own. That has also taught me the benefit of patience. (Though I am, constitutionally, a really impatient person!)

A lot of my approach reflects my own personal character quirks and outlook as an empathy-less "evil Autistic" of sorts, and it may not suit your way of being in the world at all. But I do think we all can develop better skills in coping with the feelings that this stuff brings out in us with time and practice.

I often remind my highly justice-minded friends to ask themselves whether they want to be right or to win -- and in some cases, you can substitute "winning" with surviving. A lot of the important resistances against injustice that take place happen in the dark corners, unseen by the powers that be, even while unjust systems continue to operate. Think of yourself as a weed or a spore growing within the cracks rather than a lone solider standing up against Goliath.

I think it's also really important to control your exposure to upsetting information. A lot of people whip themselves up into a traumatized frenzy consuming rage porn online all day. You have to sort out what form and degree of information consumption empowers you rather than freezes you. And do not let anybody infect you with their own sense of doom by telling you that you have some obligation to be upset all of the time, that you aren't upsetting yourself enough because you don't care or you're too privileged or whatever. A bunch of people filling themselves with despair does nothing. The universe does not care how much you self-immolate.

And sometimes all you can do is just rant and bitch to a friend about the things you cannot change. Complaining is a fantastic bonding activity, it's a holy activity. It is one of the least damaging acts of rebellion against existence itself. It sure beats killing yourself or drinking yourself into illness. Accept the world as it is, and work with it strategically, please, but never deny yourself the pleasure of bitching about having to do it. As my beloved @animesickos podcast says, Complaining Kicks Ass.

Life fucking sucks. A lot of horrible things will happen to you and the people you love -- nonsensical things, irrational things, spitefully hateful things. You learn with time to expect it. And to feel capable of rolling with life anyway.

There's a grim resolve that people all over the world learn to develop, and it comes with great humor and a capacity for deep connection, too. You learn to recognize it in the strangers you see at the bus stop when the last three busses have been mysteriously delayed or the coworker who has been at your dogshit company for ten years. There's beauty in the jaded ones with the sharp tongues. Huddle around them and take in their wisdom. Some day you might be lucky enough to be one of them too.

[soulmatesinc-if]

A light-hearted interactive fiction game about soulmates, chances and choices, written in ChoiceScript.

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Here at Soulmates Inc we specialize in chance meetings!

Love happens.

It takes by the storm. It is lucky, it is cruel, it makes no sense, it elevates. It is beautiful, it rears its ugly head, then it is beautiful once again. Now that, humans can manage on their own.

Soulmate-grade connection is an entirely different brand. Enter you. That's your brand. It requires dedicated labor. Whimsical meetings. Nuance.

As a soul-link, you arrange for those destined matches to happen using the powers of glamor at your disposal. An ancient practice, really, though, as with everything, it has evolved and happily marched with the times. You work out of an office, have a phone plan, a lease, and a favorite restaurant. Your boss is not a half-naked man with a bow and arrows but a fashionably dressed man who goes to a gym and drives an electrical Mustang.

It is nice. Modern.

Just one rule. The only rule, in fact. A scripture, if you will: never interact with a soul directly.

Which is precisely why your most recent half-match staring at your confused face is so damn bad. Worse yet, they can see right through your glamor for some reason.

Now what?..

love is all around you but it does not have to be for you: play as aro, ace, bi, gay or straight. Your romantic prospects are three, but each has a story to tell

explore who you are: a firm and enthusiastic believer, a burned-out office worker, or a skeptical soul-link questioning their purpose

use and evolve your soul-link powers: Empathy and Shroud

keep up with your job duties and bring people together while trying to protect your employer from a greater looming threat

someone is throwing around heavy words like 'destiny', but dealing with existential questions is entirely optional!

Amber | Andrew Wyatt Once a high-performer soul-link, they flew too close to the sun and snooped around where one does not snoop around. Having fallen from grace at a company that believes in chances, Wyatt is back on probation, though under your supervision. The light is snuffed out of their eyes, and instead of being a firm believer, Wyatt now drips disillusioned pearls of what they think is wisdom.

A languid redhead who wears sunglasses more often than not.

Samuel | Samantha C. Powell Sam has a steady job, does weekly family visits and always parks the bike properly. How do you learn that? Sam is also your sparkling new charge, a common everyperson, a salt of the earth—nope, not that simple at all! You cannot seem to find their soulmate (never happens) and they can see through your glamor (never happens either). To be fair, Sam is freaked out by it, too.

Your sporty charge in a wrinkle-free T-shirt with a mess of locs held back by a band.

Martin | Mia Romero A hectic ball of energy that is a human person, they are passionate about their distaste for your employer's business and are happy to go in length about it. Romero is messy, yet strangely put together in their belief: a hurricane that may sweep you off your feet if you are not careful enough. They know things, things no human should. You should probably report that to your boss...

A city dweller with hair tied sloppily in a short low ponytail, perfectly matched with dramatic eyebags.

[valyrfia]

I think Max will either retire or move to Ferrari in 2027

OUR LESBIAN FERRARI PROPHET SAYS SO? DROP THE TIMELINE

Okay okay anon walk with me.

So I think Lewis is Ready for Retirement. I think he would've retired at Mercedes, eighth championship be damned, if Mercedes had just given him an ambassador contract so he could've used his position and his brand for the causes he wants to dedicate the second half of his life to. As is, Mercedes refused to give him that contract (which, I could go on for AGES about how blindly ridiculous that is and is a clear marker of how far this sport still has to go re: racism)–but Ferrari did.

However, to be a Ferrari ambassador, a 2+1 year race contract accompanies it. Obviously this is a good move for Lewis anyway since it's looking like Ferrari will be one of the quickest teams moving into 2025 and Lewis must have some information on how they might nail the regulation change come 2026, but, and this may be controversial. Charles Leclerc is an established driver at Ferrari, the absolute darling of the tifosi (I mean, he's the second most important person in Italy after the literal pope), and most importantly he's a driver that has not yet hit his ceiling. Now, this is where I tread carefully, but I believe that Lewis, in comparison, is past his prime. Sure, he pulled off an incredible drive at Silverstone this year but he has not been able to match George–and George I believe is currently at a lower level than Charles. I have a sneaking suspicion that Charles is, well, going to walk all over Lewis next year. And if Lewis truly has only moved for the sake of the ambassador contract, he'll break the racing contract after 2 years.

Okay but Ollie is supposedly lined up for that Ferrari seat, and Ferrari NEED an order of succession, so who says that Max will take it?

Red Bull Racing is falling apart at the seams (sorry RB fans). Christian Horner is a power-hungry [REDACTED] who will bring the whole team down with him. The Thai side have never really cared about the Formula 1 team (and I know from Sources, backed Christian Horner in this whole fiasco which is why CH wasn't fired). Newey is gone, I'm sure other key figures will get pinched in the next couple of years, Max has kept everything together for pure skill this past year but the writing is on the wall. I'm going to hold everyone's hands when I say this, but I don't think Red Bull are winning either championships next year....

However, for as much as Max loves to talk about it, I don't think he's actually ready for retirement. I also don't think he'll be the type of guy to retire on a low. Max's contract is until 2028, but he can break it if he drops to P3 in the championship, which, I think there's a non-zero chance of happening in 2026 especially under new regulations/brand new engines.

So Ferrari are likely going to nail the new regs, Max doesn't want to retire on a low, and it looks like Ferrari shopping for a driver and Max wanting to leave Red Bull will line up within roughly the same window.

There's also a couple of sentimental reasons I want to point to. Max (as much as he tries to deny it) is a victim of the old Red Bull Golden Boy curse of being a Ferrari fan. I mean, he literally grew up in the Schumacher era, with his father being friends with Schumacher. He's stated multiple times how if he can't hear the Dutch anthem on the podium he'd like to hear the Italian one. I suspect deep down, he's much more of a tifoso than any of us realise.

There's also the Charles Leclerc of it all. Now really walk with me here because this is tenuous and yes is coming from a known Lestappie (tomato tomato) but isn't really a Lestappen argument.

Charles throughout his entire career has been obsessed with measuring himself up against those who are considered the "best of the best" and showing that he can beat them. He ate Seb alive, he'll likely do the same with Lewis. But both of these are drivers past their primes, at the very end of their lifespans. Charles has still yet to prove he can go toe to toe with a great at their prime and win.

Charles is, literally obsessed, with comparing himself to Max in interviews. Now (RIGHTLY SO) we Lestappies all point and laugh and call him a little obsessed but there's a very real publicity reason he wants to insist to everyone how him and Max were on each other's level in karting–people will subconsciously start to associate Charles as being on Max's level even if he hasn't proven it with championships. It's a very calculated move by Charles, and one I haven't seen many people discuss. Charles wants his name and Max's to be said in the same sentence because it validates Charles' own skill.

But Charles doesn't want to be known as Max's equal, not really, what he really wants is to be considered better than Max. And if he can't do that through number of championships, he can do it by putting the two of them in equal machinery. I think Charles will actually push Ferrari into trying to sign Max, because this is the way he can cement himself firmly as one of the greatest F1 drivers of all time.

So I think a perfect storm of these combination of different factors will result in a Max to Ferrari move in 2027. Obviously all pure speculation, but drawing everything together, I'd give it maybe a 50% chance (providing Ferrari actually do come together which, Forza).

[suugarbabe]

the secret | m.r x reader

Prompt: Can you do Mattheo Riddle x Reader best friends to lovers but where she is also the sister of Theo Nott. And Mattheo is also Theo’s best friend? The Nott family are hosting a Xmas party with all purebloods etc and Mattheo gets jealous? Thank you so much!❤️

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: angst, smut, 18+, MDNI below the line

An: not proofread sozz guys.

The first time it happened, you and Mattheo agreed it was just a mistake. A drunken mistake that no one would ever know about, especially your twin. It was just a drunken rendezvous, gnashing teeth, nails on skin, no marks left where others could see them. You were friends, he was Theo’s best friend. It couldn’t ever be anything more.

So why did you find yourself outside of his dorm room, fist hanging in the air while you debated knocking on the door or not. You lowered your hand, mumbling to yourself, “Merlin, y/n, you’re such an idiot.” You turned around, ready to take the shameful walk back when you heard the door swing open and your name being called, “Y/n/n?” You turned back round, cheeks aflame. You stuttered over your tongue, trying to come up with a good explanation, “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

Mattheo cut you off, smirk slowly sliding onto his lips as he was stepping to the side, “Come in.” You walked through the doorway, him close behind you, muttering a locking and silencing charm. That time you were sober, you couldn’t blame not realizing where you were or who you were with. You sought this out, and Mattheo happily accepted.

It only happened two more times before holiday approached, but those two more times were all it took for you to be hooked on him. The first few days of Christmas holiday you just moped around, dutifully following your dads instructions, playing the role of silent obedient daughter. Every year the Nott household threw a Christmas party, inviting all the important pureblood families, all the Dark Lord’s most loyal and dedicated followers.

Normally thinking about having to interact with those type of people made bile rise in your throat, but fortunately enough you were not the only one with parents who were loyal to the Dark Lord. Actually, you were excited to see his son.

When Mattheo appareted to the Nott Manor with his mother Bellatrix, his instinct was to search for you. However what his eyes found was your father parading you in front of the Zabini family, Blaise and his mother.

What Mattheo couldn’t see was how disinterested Blaise looked as your father talked about the importance of joining your families, how much power it would bring the Dark Lord.

This was a common occurrence for the last several parties your father has thrown, trying to betroth you to another powerful family. To make sure that he looked good and accomplished for the Dark Lord. But Blaise knew you had fallen for Mattheo. He could see it in the way you two interacted, or more so strategically didn’t interact.

But Mattheo was a jealous man, as well as possessive. Though you had no interest in Blaise beyond friendship, that didn’t stop Mattheo from waiting for you in your room.

So when you were finally granted permission for a break from your father, walking into your room you were startled by Mattheo sprawled on your bed. He was lying on his head, one hand behind his head while his other was twirling his wand around his fingers.

“So when’s the wedding, Princess? Will I get an invitation?” Mattheo swung his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up now. His signature glare was pointed at you, his eyes seemingly dead but you could see the hurt in his eyes.

You rolled your eyes, your heels clicking against the hardwood, “There will be no wedding, Mattheo. Blaise is not the first person my father has tried this with and he won’t be the last.”

Mattheo’s face only turned into more of a scowl. He grabbed hold of the back of your thighs, “Is that what you like, hmm? Being paraded around like a little house slut for some random dark wizard?”

His grip on your thighs tightened with his words, his possessive nature causing heat to pool in your centre. You ran your hands along his strong chest, “You know the only one I’m a slut for is you Mattheo.”

Your hands gripped onto Mattheo’s shoulders as you straddled his lap. His hands slid up your thighs, gripping on to your ass firmly, “Are you going to show me how good of a slut you can be f’me, Princess?”

You nodded, lips ghosting the shell of his ear, “Gonna be such a good girl for you, Teo.” You ground your hips down, feeling his hard cock straining against his trousers. A low groan emitted from his throat.

Without warning Mattheo flipped the two of you over, him now towering over you. His lips attached to your throat, finding the place he knew made you whimper. Mattheo’s hands explored your body, coming up to squeeze and knead at your breasts.

His fingertips followed the v cut of your dress before gripping and ripping apart the thin material. “What the fuck, Mattheo?” You tried to shout at him but it came out more of a moan.

“Don’t fret, darling, I’ll mend it after,” his lips now trailing down your chest, entrapping one of your nipples in your mouth. You decided that Mattheo had far too many clothes on, gripping and ripping open his dress shirts, the sounds of buttons bouncing off the hardwood floor.

You could feel Mattheo smirk against your skin, “Thought you were going to be good for me, Princess. Now you’re ripping my clothes?” Mattheo made a tsking sound at you, “Seems like I need to teach you a lesson now don’t I?”

You bit your lip, nodding. Without warning Mattheo was two fingers deep in your cunt, scissoring his fingers and stretching you out.

“Oh, fuck, Mattheo,” your back arched, chest pressing further into him. Him working you with his fingers had you in such bliss you hadn’t even noticed him shedding his trousers. Not until you felt his fingers leave you, a whimper coming from your throat as you felt them replaced by the head of his cock rubbing against your folds, coating himself in your slick.

“Please, Teo, don’t tease,” you put on your sweetest tone as you bucked your hips.

“Patience, Princess. Before I really punished you,” he growled in your ear, slowly sinking himself himself into you until his hips are flushed to yours. When he feels you clench around him he gets the signal to move, slowly rutting his hips into you.

You raked your nails down the muscles of his back, “Harder, Teo. Need it, harder.” Mattheo lifted up ones of your legs, resting it on his shoulder as he started a brutal pace, one of your hands flying to hold yourself steady against the headboard.

You felt that familiar feeling you often got with Mattheo building in your stomach, every thrust bringing you closer to bliss. Mattheo’s hand had a vice grip on your thigh as his other rested on your lower stomach, just above your pelvis.

The pressure from his hand made the head of his cock hit that special place inside with every thrust, your jaw slack with silent moans. A devilish smirk displayed on Mattheo’s face, “Can you feel me right here, Princess? Feel me deep inside your pretty cunt? Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.”

Your cunt clenched around him at his filthy words causing a gutters moan from Mattheo, “There she is, there’s my perfect little slut, you liked that don’t you? Like the idea of me fucking you full of my cum, feeling it leak out of you when we return back to the party?”

You nodded, too fucked out to respond properly with words, Mattheo’s thumb found your clit, rubbing tight figure eights. Your head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut seeing stars and you fell over the edge, coating Mattheo’s cock with your juices.

Mattheo’s wasn’t far behind, hips stuttering before stilling as you felt him coat your walls with warm spurts before nearling collapsing on top of you, his head on your chest as your hands came up to play with the curls as the base of his neck.

As Mattheo slowly pulled his softening cock from your cunt you whined as the feeling of emptiness. Mattheo kissed your cheek tenderly as he stood from the bed, grabbing his wand that he carelessly discarded on the floor.

He gave it a small wave, seamlessly cleaning you both with minimal effort, “Sorry, love. While I’d love to dote on you, even draw you a bath I know we’ve already been gone for too long.”

You nodded, a small smile on your face as you walked toward him on wobbly legs, “S’okay, Teo. There’s always later.” You gave him a teasing wink. Mattheo let out a low growl, “Don’t start something you know we can finish right now, love.”

You gave his cheek a loving kiss in apology. Mattheo took a step back, waving his wand once more so that you were both dressed again, looking as if nothing had even happened. “Well don’t you clean up nice,” you teased.

Mattheo walked toward your bedroom door, holding out his arm, “M’lady.” You giggled, walking up and looping your arm with his. He opened your door, beginning to walk you down the hallway.

“Mattheo, wait. Do you really think it’s a good idea for us to walk back in to the party together? I mean, what about Theo?”

Mattheo nodded, “See I’ve been thinking, who better for your dad to see you with, all cozied up and chummy than the Dark Lord’s son himself, hmm? Papa Nott would just love that arrangement wouldn’t he?”

You held on to his arm tighter, “You know I never tell you enough how brilliant you are?”

Mattheo chucked lightly, “No, love, you don’t. But that’s okay,” he leaned in close to your ear as you entered the main room once more, “I’ll teach you a lesson later.”

[hero21us]

What’s Wrong with Trey?

Trey had always been a star. A record-setting sprinter with dreams of Olympic gold, his relentless drive and focus made him a leader both on and off the track. But over the past week, something had changed.

It started innocuously enough. Trey received a package from "009," a cutting-edge sportswear company known for its experimental technology. The first few outfits were nothing short of miraculous. They improved his agility, boosted his endurance, and even seemed to quicken his recovery time. Trey’s performance skyrocketed, and he began to feel unstoppable.

The final item in the package, however, was different. A sleek black Fred Perry rubber polo shirt. Its material glistened in the light, and Trey hesitated before putting it on. But the promise of unparalleled performance pushed his doubts aside. The moment he pulled it over his head, he felt a surge of power, as though every muscle in his body was primed for greatness.

Trey became obsessed with the shirt. He wore it everywhere, not just to workouts but to meetings, social gatherings, and even to sleep. He was convinced that the shirt was the key to his newfound success, and he wanted everyone to experience the same benefits. He began to preach about the virtues of wearing rubber for all activities, especially the black "Fred Perry" shirt.

“You don’t understand,” he’d tell his friends, his voice oddly distant. “This shirt… it’s transformative. You should all try it. Imagine the unity we’d achieve if everyone embraced it.”

Trey began skipping practice, missing workouts, and obsessing over the shirt. His usual vibrant personality became subdued, his conversations revolving solely around the virtues of rubber clothing, particularly the black Fred Perry polo.

His teammates, Sam and Jordan, grew increasingly concerned and decided to intervene. They headed to his apartment after a missed practice, hoping to get through to him. Trey’s apartment was filled with rubber garments, all of them untouched. It was clear: the black polo had a hold on him that no other item did.

"Trey, we're worried about you," said his best friend, Sam. "You've been acting differently ever since you started wearing that shirt. We miss the old you."

Trey's eyes lit up with a zeal that made his friends uneasy. "You don't understand," he insisted. "This shirt is amazing. It’s like it has a power of its own. You should all try it!" Sam and Jordan started bringing up memories from Trey's past, reminding him of all the milestones he had achieved without the rubber shirt. "Remember when you broke the school record for the 400 meters? Or that time you led the team to victory at the state championships?"

Jordan showed him pictures from those glorious moments, each one a testament to his dedication and hard work.

Sam chimed in, "You didn't need any special gear back then. It was all you—your talent, your effort. Don't let this shirt define you or make you lose sight of your dreams."

They questioned him about his ambitions, gently reminding him of his goals and aspirations. "Trey, you used to talk about winning gold, about going to the Olympics. Don't give up on those dreams," Sam urged. “You just won this trophy which qualifies you for the Olympic trials in a few months.”

For a moment, Trey’s eyes softened. He reached for the trophy, his hand trembling. A flicker of the old him seemed to emerge as he touched the trophy. “I… I remember that,” he murmured, his voice unsteady. “But it feels so distant now.” But then his expression hardened, and he pulled back, the black rubber catching the faint light as if to remind them of its presence.

“I haven’t abandoned anything,” Trey said, his voice eerily calm. “This shirt is my path now. You’ll see. You’ll all see.”

Sam and Jordan, saw the momentary struggle etched across his face. Determined not to lose him, they decided to take matters into their own hands. They each took hold of the rubber shirt, pulling with all their might.

What followed was a frantic, desperate battle. Trey fought them with a strength neither of them had ever seen before. It was as though the shirt amplified his power, giving him near-superhuman endurance. Sam and Jordan wrestled with him, trying to get a grip on the slick, rubbery material, but it clung to Trey’s body as if it were alive.

“Hold him still!” Jordan shouted, grabbing at the collar of the polo.

“I’m trying!” Sam grunted, locking Trey in a bear hug.

"Come on, Trey! Remember who you are!" Sam shouted, his voice breaking through the fog.

"You've achieved so much without this shirt," Jordan added.

Trey’s resistance was feral, his movements almost inhuman.

Sweat dripped from their foreheads as they pulled and tugged, their determination unwavering. The shirt seemed to resist with an almost sentient force, but their combined effort began to make a difference. Little by little, the rubber gave way, inching off Trey's body.

Trey let out a guttural scream, his eyes wild with fear and rage.

With a final, collective effort, the shirt tore away, falling to the ground. Trey gasped, feeling a rush of relief and freedom wash over him.

As Trey’s breathing slowed, his friends knelt beside him. “Trey? Are you okay?” Sam asked. He nodded weakly, tears streaming down his face. “I’m… I’m free. Thank you.”

“Here put this shirt and jacket on to stay warm” Jordan insists.

The friends helped Trey put on a shirt and his gold jacket for warmth

“What was that thing?” Jordan asked, glancing nervously at the shirt laying nearby on the floor.

Trey sat up, his expression haunted. “It wasn’t the shirt. There was… more. Every night, I was compelled to wear a gas mask that came with it. The fumes—it was like they rewired my brain.

The black rubber polo empowered me, gave me focus, intensity, synchronization and clarity to help the team to win, but the gas… it truly corrupted me. It made me a part of something bigger, something I couldn’t resist.

"Every night, I was instructed to wear the gas mask. The gas treatments were intoxicating, making it harder and harder to act normal. I was told to spread the love of rubber and polo while appearing to remain my old self, to bring others into the fold. But each day, I could feel myself slipping further away from who I was. The team became irrelevant. I could no longer pretend. Being one with the collective and increasing its numbers consumed me.

Sam shuddered. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I couldn’t. It wasn’t just physical—it was psychological. Every time I tried to reach out, the collective’s influence would pull me back. I wasn’t myself anymore.”

The next morning, Trey returned to practice, though the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. The memories of his time under the polo’s influence haunted him, but his friends reminded him of his strength and his dreams. Slowly, he began to rebuild, focusing on the passion that had always driven him.

[littledeathdove]

Little Mother Miranda Headcanons

From the state of how her laboratory looked in the game shows that she is most likely messy. I will say that she is clean for the most part, but I believe that after certain documents and papers lose their value she loses them and they eventually end up…somewhere. She doesn’t want to get rid of them just in case she will need later on.

She can draw and does it really good, I mean she literally had like a whole table dedicated to drawing. I believe she would draw things she finds interest in, and that she also draws little drawings of moments she shared with Eva in the corner of papers.

Her voice softens when she talks about Eva, it’s not completely noticeable since Miranda doesn’t mean to do it, it’s a unintentional thing. Unless you’re actively paying attention to her, you won’t be even able to notice it.

She doesn’t have many interests, and her interest is hard to earn AND keep. Simply because her mind is always on two main things, her dear daughter and advancing her knowledge on the mold. So when something does somehow catch her interest, she tends to become obsessed with it. Like badly obsessed, and this doesn’t shy away from people too.

She doesn’t talk much unless she is giving out speeches to villagers, or talking to the lords. But she does talk likely a lot when it’s about scientific topics, especially the mold.

Miranda can cook, and she does it very well. Cause when she was still a mortal and Eva was still alive, Miranda didn’t have a steady income source, so money was almost always small. Meaning she had to cook with whatever she was able to afford. Which led to her becoming good at making random ingredients into a delicious meal.

Miranda is the closest to Donna out of all the lords. Out of all the other lords, Donna is the only one who will ever be able to spend a peaceful moment with Miranda without it involving something of business. Miranda also enjoys Donna’s nature to stick to the shadows and not cause any problems.

Miranda also ordered Donna to make multiple dresses and also a few dolls in the past. Both items show the luxury of materials and the beauty of time put into them. These items are for Eva when Miranda brings her back. The reason they are so luxurious is that Miranda wasn't able to afford such things for Eva when she still had her due to her being a peasant during her mortal hood.

I have this funny idea that Miranda only prepared things that Eva would ever want when Eva returns, and not things she would need. For instance, Miranda doesn't have an actual house for Eva and herself to live in once Eva comes back. She just didn't think that far when it came to the whole rebirth. And one could blame it on the fact she is always too engrossed in her research to think of all of it.

Miranda doesn't know how to flirt. She was the one getting flirted with in the past when it truly mattered. But now Miranda is the big, powerful woman who most people fear so no one is going to be stupid enough to do such a thing now. This means if she now catches some type of romantic attraction to someone, she is going to have to be the one to initiate it. This is horrible for poor Miranda cause her flirting would make the person believe they are next to be killed instead of giving them butterflies.

Eva does come in her dreams, and no she doesn't appear in Miranda’s dreams, but Eva's soul purposely comes in her mom’s dreams. It is the real reason why Miranda has such strong faith in the mold to bring her daughter back. Sometimes Eva tells Miranda riddles, that Miranda always forgets in the morning or doesn't understand.

Miranda was forced to marry Eva’s father, but I wouldn't say the marriage was horrible. Eva’s father was a kind man and had died due to the same sickness that took his daughter. Unfortunately, he was the reason Eva caught the Spanish Flu since he passed it on to her before his passing. Miranda had a hatred towards him for many years because of this, which is also the reason why she doesn't work to bring her daughter and her father back.

Miranda finds it funny to annoy people or piss them off. She especially does this toward the lords because they are her easiest targets. Miranda finds it most funny to secretly annoy Alcina since Alcina gives the best reactions to being annoyed, except for Karl. Karl is her second favorite to annoy since he keeps his anger within, and it looks like he is a vibrating machine with how his body trembles out of annoyance from Miranda’s antics. Moreau is her least favorite because he just whines when he ever notices Miranda purposely annoying him. Miranda doesn't even know how to annoy Donna when that veil is in the way of seeing Donna’s reactions, so Miranda just gives up on that most of the time.

Miranda had forgotten part of Eva’s face for some time until Eveline was created, and Miranda finally remembered Eva’s full face from looking at Eveline’s.

Also after she remembers, Miranda takes a day to sketch out Eva's face as much as she can. Doesn't matter what type of paper or what type of writing utensil, Miranda would sketch her baby’s face out with whatever she can get her hands on at the moment as long as it helps her not forget ever again.

Miranda has been a tad bit…unhinged since she was mortal. It’s probably due to how she looked in that picture when she was holding baby Eva that I believe this. I don't know if it's just me but it just looks like she would do some outlandish shit if you give her a good reason to do so.

Like come on, look at her eyes.

Those don't look like crazy eyes to y'all? Just me? Okay 😔

Miranda forgot like a lot of her memories, the only ones she remembers is her favorite ones with Eva. And that’s only because she draws them — well sketch’s them — during her free time.

Am I tying this headcanon due to Miranda having short hair which means she probably cut it?

Yes.

(If you don’t understand, it’s because of the theory, I believe it is, that when you cut your hair, you are cutting off memories of your past.)

ANYWAY THATS ALL MY CURRENT HEADCANONS 😋🫶🏾 this is me also clearing out drafts since it’s been here for a longgg time.

[parker-artio]

It’s snowing so much outside that there’s a snowstorm watch in my area, and I hate the snow. So now all I can think about is that person who was flooding and thought about Gotham during a flood. Which is making me think about Gotham during a snowstorm.

So please, enjoy me try and project my hatred for the snow onto Damian (since he’s one of my favorites).

The snowstorm just started, Mr. Freeze was out of Arkham, he was practically using the cold to make it easier for him to move around, but no one could even try to go stop him. It was snowing so much, people were getting stuck inside of buildings, and unable to get home.

Thankfully, Batman has snow shoes specially made so the Batfamily can all walk on top of the snow, and get everyone out and to safety. Snow plows were rented by Bruce Wayne for five times the initial price to run until they couldn’t no more from the snow.

The winds would definitely be strong enough to pick up anyone wearing their cape, making Batman, Robin, Batgirl, Batwoman, ect to all ditch the cape. Nightwing and Red Hood are taking much delight in how they’re reacting to not having their capes. They’re used to using them to just wrap up in when they’re cold, but unless they want to fly around like their kryptonian friends, they had to ditch them. But not Cass. I fully believe that even with her being on the smaller side compared to the rest of her family who are all tall asf and built like fridges, she could stand her ground against the wind. (Or she could just learn how to glide like a flying squirrel.)

The snow is getting in anyone’s face who doesn’t wear a domino mask or any eye covering (aka Steph), Spoiler keeps complaining and everyone will laugh. But then two seconds later they’ll get it up their nose or mouth. She laughs right back at them.

In the Watch Tower, Barbara ignores all of their complaints of being cold, and reminds them that ''It’s only 5°F. It’s not that cold''. Meanwhile she’s snuggled up in a couple blankets, the heat up to 82°, and she’s got her hot chocolate she put some whipped cream, cinnamon, and some grated chocolate on. No one finds her funny. (Dick might, but not until he ditches the rooftops where he’s lowering down ropes to help civilians out because all of the doors are blocked, and shows up to warm up for a bit.)

Jason is running around Crime Alley with about a box as heavy as he is, full of blankets. He quickly remembers that a ton of the roofs in Crime Alley have water damage and are falling apart, the walls and windows too. So what does he do? He helps them all get into a Wayne Enterprises homeless shelter for the time of the storm. Which is funded by Bruce Wayne (obviously). It has about 700 back up generators in case the power would go out, private showers, central heating (constantly set at 75°F), way too many blankets, too many pillows, about 200 mattresses that Bruce Wayne replaces every five years, washing machines, a huge room just dedicated to the clothes Bruce buys, and dozens other donate, shoes too. (It’s basically just better than any average home from low class to middle class families in the US.)

Duke is trying to fight Mr. Freeze, he’s got the best chance, since he can turn invisible and everything. Anytime he looked remotely in his direction, he shines a light off of the snow and into his eyes so he stunned. In the end Mr. Freeze will get captured, but he’s definitely seeing colors he didn’t know were possible to be seen. He saw so many bright lights. He hates any kind of light around snow now. Duke had to specifically drag him in too, the GCPD can’t exactly drive their cars and take him to Arkham, not when the roads are so bad that one wrong move he’d be free.

Tim is going around and helping people who were actually home when they got snowed in. If they’re low on food, he’ll bring them a basket of food that was pre-packed back at the Manor by Alfred. If their power is out he brings back a generator and gets the power back on. Their water heater is out? He calls a friend (Lucius) and he talks him through how to fix it so it won’t go out again. If their pipes freeze he helps in any ways he can. Basically he’s helping the damsels in distress (or dudes in distress).

Kate, Steph, Luke, and Selina are helping the people Batman, Robin, Nightwing, and Orphan get out of building back to their homes. If any of them report an issue at their home, they say it in the comms while getting a blanket (idk where it came from, just imagine they can fit it in their utility belt) and say that Red Robin will be there to help. Then they go to a meetup point where a couple civilians will be dropped off by Batman, Robin, Nightwing, or Orphan and help someone else home- or multiple people if it’s a family or a couple people from the same area.

Damian is not having a good time. Not even after the flow is set. Hes cold. He hates it. He prefers the heat, and honestly, he wishes his suit had both the thermal layer like his father and Todd’s, and the internal heater like Drake, Richard, Brown, and Cain’s. But nonetheless, his is just made to regulate his body temperature no matter the outside weather. He hates the cold, he hates the snow. He wants to go home and lay in bed with about a dozen blankets, the heat up to 90°F, a heated blanket, and all of his pets to cuddle. Just because he can easily withstand the cold doesn’t mean he has to like it.

Cass is helping civilians out through skylights, upper floor windows, fire escapes, if it’s not a front door or back door, she’s helping people out through it. She gets them to where Kate, Steph, Luke, and Selina are and then goes off again. The civilians are surprisingly having the time of their life. She grapples around while holding them, and it feels like they’re flying. (She also holds them effortlessly no matter how much they weigh- it will awaken something in a couple of them.)

Dick is switching back and forth between team A (Batman, Robin, Orphan, and him) and at the Watch Tower where he can warm up and help Babs with the queue of places Red Robin needs to stop by (maybe helping by doing a place or two), so she can focus on making sure no one else try’s to attack while all of them are focused on helping everyone to safety.

Steph is called anytime anyone is hurt beyond a simple injury anyone else can tend to. (I firmly believe she is a med a student- nothing will change my mind that this girl is not a broke college student who regularly has the intake of sugar and caffeine that could kill a hippo.) She usually tends to them as well as she can with her firsts aid kit and utility belt, before taking them to the ER (if they need it), and making sure they seen because of the coldness mixed with an injury could lead to hypothermia easier or even cause an infection from the snow that could lead to an amputation if not caught on early enough.

Alfred is back at the Batcave, also on the comms, but he’s racking together about 600 generators, 1,000 crates of food ranging from multiple kinds of milks, and way too many non-perishables. If anyone stops by the cave he gives them a weighted cape and those hand warmer things.

When things slow down, Selina starts going around and helping stray’s, she either takes them home or to a shelter she trusts. (Damian may or may not tag along and take a few home with him. If Bruce sees any new cats around the manor Selina pleads the fifth, and Damian pleads the first and fourth. Bruce does not win.)

Luke will stop by his family’s house and grabs stuff his dad made if it will help. (He’s doing it for Tim, but he doesn’t admit it, at least until he stops by one of the houses where the water heater is broken and fixes it in a quarter of the time it’d take Tim.)

Kate thrives. She prefers the cold, especially with how thick she made her suit by accident, and the amount of hair extensions she added to the suit don’t help much either. Sure she feels cold, but she’s moving way too much to react.

Bruce… well he just wants to go home.