#how old are you? couple thous?

[kagxme]

7:30am and im sick and mildly irritated at facebook reels

[pinkmoonastro]

Pluto Aspects

Sun/Pluto: Dark sense of humor, attracts jealousy through the ability to learn quickly and be talented at many things, seductive, private life/double life, prefers to be in relationships, controlling, self critical, importance on achieving success and public recognition, denial about how social you actually are, obsessive, bouncing back from hardship unscathed, masking true feelings, lover of luxury, worrier, carrying the burdens of many, leaders, strategic, good at balancing multiple careers/streams of income, can work long hours, wiling to sacrifice for future gratification, beliefs being questioned/questionable, operating best with routine, helping the exiled, quiet power, domineering, leading others to the promise land, rags to riches, sharing nature, being taken advantage of, learning self worth, noticing the subtleties, standing in your power, alchemizing, appreciation of scents, restoring the balance and bringing justice, protecter, connection to night creatures, reverence.

Moon/Pluto: emotional rollercoasting, rough tides, tsunamis, delusions, misunderstood, living in the past, victim mentality, feeling intruded upon, enticing, protective, human lie detector, causing shock value with your thoughts, okay with not being everyone’s cup of tea, attracting stalkers/stalking others, a lot of haters and obsessive ppl, determined, my way or the highway, always on the go, quick witted, forgiving, misguided anger, easily triggered or triggering to others, a safe space for authenticity, youthful looking but quickly matured, problem solvers, appreciates luxury, high expectations, stressing yourself out, very strong ppl, the rock of their family, liking drama, needing to be more careful with the words spoken, lucky breaks, nurturing, creating a home that feels beautiful and comfortable, beautiful smile, soft spoken mesmerizing with your cadence, taking care of the things you own, making the old look new, hard choices, a few more restarts than most, word is bond, direct communication, seductive aura ✨

Venus/Pluto: Insecurities being obvious to others but hidden from yourself, ppl pleasing, nurturing vibe, great reader of social cues, bully/bullied, learning to understand and love your body, freedom through movement, talk of the town, being projected on a lot, resilience, cup half full mentality, big mama energy, ungratefulness, ppl trying to manipulate you through financial means, getting things taken away from you as punishment or literally being stolen from, independence, personality that grows on you, attracting jealously based on being the opposite sex’s ideal, player/overly devoted, values the connection to family, the type to plan the family get togethers, prefers to be coupled, generous and great at gift giving, hair that attracts idolization, fierce eye contact, ppl wanting to experience you without worthiness, personal space being important, careful with the people you shake hands with, being exactly what you want to be, near death experiences, night owl, protecter of children and the poor, solo traveler, taking no shit, knowing that it’s okay some bridges need to be burnt 🤷🏽‍♀️, child like innocence, friendships that stand the test of time, health conscious, healing others through food/herbs, high society, rockstar lifestyle might not make it.

Mars/Pluto: Okay with being cut throat, intimidating, power hungry, holier than thou, superiority complex, triggering insecurity in others while just existing, putting in work that will stand the test of time, legacy is of importance, it ain’t nothing to cut bitch off, knowing how to wow ppl, the defuser of situations, protecters of the weak, chameleon, popularity, rememberable first impressions, quick thinkers, great lovers, career focused, pressure to succeed, feeling you have to always be on your p’s & q’s, controlling lovers, the person others vent to, attracting ppl that feel entitled to your body/possessions, love/hate relationships, social butterfly, observant, bound by nothing, living in the moment, making the best with what you have, animal lover, would benefit from slower living, ingenuity, fashionable, hard headed, ppl trying to silence you, sprinkle sprinkle no bread crumbing is tolerated, lucky items/totem poles, optimistic, teaches lessons on how to be discerning, secret exposer, substance abuse, attempts to hold you back through evil eye, tunnel vision, seeing what needs to be said and saying it, willpower matched with child like vigor, friends and lovers that are protective over you, respected in your community/field, interested in the benefits of all, easily multiplying what you already have, water to wine type of vibe, relaxing when the work is done, knowing when to take breaks, shining bright in dark places.

Mercury/Pluto: realism view point, harsh truth, so relatable, knows better but learns the hard way, passionate speaker, musically inclined, before their time, emotional highs and lows, forgetful/selective memory, dark humor, appreciates the shock value, curse words are like icing, different just to be, thinking outside the box, creating lingo other ppl use, over explaining, paranoia, defending the vulnerable, saying what everyone is thinking, whistle blower, lovers of knowledge, constantly reinventing yourself, conspiracy theories, quick witted, solitude, dating outside of your race, cult leaders, judgmental, biting your tongue, pathological liars, self righteous, polarizing, sweet talkers, accent, making complex subjects sound easy, self critical, creating a lot of opportunity for yourself, taking journeys without a destination in mind, getting to the root of the matter, hard to reach, wise beyond your years, very knowledgeable about niche things, big dick energy, viewing something from multiple perspectives, feeling short on time/waisting time, organized, thoughtful, pouring into others, lending a helping hand/attracting those that want to help you, having to be extremely patient, smoking cigars for enlightenment, stuck on ppls mind, noticing the underlining factors, honesty off the charts, sending warning shots attacking, feelings of overwhelm by choices, defending your stance, being victorious against all odds, just so rememberable.

Jupiter/Pluto: importance on self image, Beyoncé- upgrade you, relating to others though music, greed, great investors, a need to be in first place, critical of themselves and others, perfectionism, requiring patience, materialistic, condescending, over indulgent, substance abuse, bad mouthing others, attracting leeching personality types, look but don’t touch, a lot of ppl have witnessed your transformations, co dependent, persistent, preferring not to be around the bush, learning when to walk away, big personality, topic of conversation, having to rebuild yourself repeatedly, opposites attract, quick manifestations, repeating yourself a lot, sustainable living, being able to balance many things at once, bringing offerings, community leaders, hard earned respect, learning discernment in friendships, solo travels, mentorship, feeling isolated, knowing how to use what you have, tongue like a sword, guiding the youth, transforming the mundane, unique style, taking the road least traveled, freeing yourself from sorrow, seeing the good in anyone, comforted by your bed, the same thoughts on repeat, warrior spirit, connection to horses.

Asc/Pluto: having your items end up in the lost and found, escapist tendencies, prioritizing relaxation, messy room, starting a new project before finishing the last, ppl misjudging your power, manners, sob stories/lack of accountability, fashionable, stand out in crowds, unique style, noticing the little details, valuing peace keeping, don’t mind switching things up and experimenting, self employed, viewed as lucky, ppl keeps tabs on you, being at the crossroads, rumors about your body/hygiene, protecters of their family, collecting antiques, building from scratch, learning to stay the course, loves celebrations.

Chiron/Pluto: learning only when the pain has gotten so bad, feeling like your always falling short even when you have what you perceived to want, intense feelings and relationships, what’s done in the dark coming to light, dismissive, ppl indulging in your hardships, helping others through your struggle, leading by example, survivors, learning boundaries, developing antonymy, life starting one way and ending up much differently.

[willowsnook]

I'd like to request vodka lime in a wine glass please x

lando norris x fewtrell!sister

it's always been you

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The week of Silverstone, you found yourself at a cozy restaurant in London with your brother, Max, and his best friend, Lando. You were excited to see Lando since he wasn’t in London often, and the three of you had grown up inseparable. Though you drifted apart as life got busier with school and Lando’s racing, every time you reconnected, it felt like no time had passed.

"You seem a little off," Max commented, breaking you out of your thoughts. Both he and Lando were looking at you curiously from across the table. "What’s on your mind?"

"Oh, it’s nothing," you said quickly, brushing it off.

"Doesn’t seem like nothing," Lando chimed in, his eyes narrowing slightly.

You sighed, glancing down at your glass. "The bookstore I’ve been working at part-time for the last couple of years… the owners told me today that they might have to close in the next few months."

You’d worked there throughout college, and even after landing your full-time corporate job, you couldn’t give up the bookstore. The owners, an elderly couple, had become like family to you. The store was your safe haven, a place you truly loved. Your full-time job, on the other hand, left you uninspired, so the bookstore had been your refuge from the monotony of corporate life.

"I’m so sorry, Y/N," Max said softly. "I know how much you love that place."

You nodded, a bit of sadness lingering as you shifted the conversation to something lighter, trying to salvage the mood. Dinner wrapped up, and you said your goodbyes, promising to see them both at the race in a few days.

The next day, as you stocked shelves at the bookstore, the familiar jingle of the bell caught your attention. Turning around, you saw Lando standing by the door, scanning the shop. When his eyes landed on you, he smiled.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" you asked, walking over to him.

"I wanted to see what was so special about this place," he said, glancing around the cozy store.

The comforting scent of old books filled the air as soft jazz played in the background. Rain tapped gently against the large windows, and a few people sat curled up in armchairs, flipping through books under the warm glow of vintage lamps.

"I get it now," Lando said, turning back to you with a smile. "It’s very... you. Cozy."

You blushed at the compliment. "You want to grab a book while you're here? Something for the plane?"

"Sure. But I’m not touching any self-help books," he teased, and you rolled your eyes, laughing.

"Come with me, I’ve got the perfect one," you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the fantasy section. You reached for one of your favorites and handed it to him. His eyes widened at the size of the book.

"Y/N, this is huge!" he exclaimed.

"It’s so worth it," you promised. "The characters are incredible. One of them actually reminds me of you. He’s been through some rough patches and doesn’t realize how amazing he is until everyone else shows him. By the end, he becomes this confident, fearless leader. It’s... well, it’s really inspiring."

Lando was quiet as you spoke, just staring at you with a small smile. "You’re adorable when you talk about books, you know that?"

You blushed even more, mumbling a shy "Thanks" as he took the book from your hands.

"Guess I’ll have to read it then," he said, following you to the counter. "What time do you get off?"

"Not for another hour," you said, ringing him up.

"How about we grab dinner after?" he asked, surprising you.

You hesitated, usually only hanging out with Lando when Max was around. "I don’t want to make you wait."

He held up the book. "I’ve got this to keep me busy."

That evening, you and Lando went to your favorite nearby restaurant. Conversation flowed easily, just like old times.

"So, how’s the day job?" Lando asked between bites of pasta.

You shrugged. "It’s... fine. It’s just not what I thought it would be. Honestly, I wish I could work at the bookstore full-time, but, you know... it’s closing soon."

"You’ve tried to help them out, though, right?"

"Yeah, I’ve offered to handle marketing, organize events, bring in more customers, but the owners are kind of stuck in their ways. As adorable as they are, they’re not too keen on change."

Lando frowned, clearly disappointed for you. The rest of the night passed smoothly, and when he walked you back to your apartment, he kissed you on the cheek in goodbye, leaving your thoughts spinning. You had never really seen him as anything more than your brother’s best friend, but after today, you weren’t so sure anymore.

The following weekend, you arrived at the bookstore only to be greeted by Evelyn, one of the owners.

"Y/N, we need to talk," she said, pulling you aside. Your heart sank, bracing for the worst.

"I know I told you a few weeks ago that we were struggling," Evelyn began, "but... someone made a very generous donation. Enough to keep us going for quite a while."

Your heart raced. "Wait, really? Who?"

"Some young man who wanted to stay anonymous. He said that everyone deserves to do what they love."

Tears pricked your eyes. "Oh my gosh, Evelyn, that’s incredible!"

"But there’s more," she continued, her voice soft. "Art and I are getting older, and we can’t keep running this place forever. We’d like you to take over—effective immediately."

Your jaw dropped. "Wait, me? Are you sure?"

Evelyn chuckled. "Honey, you know this place better than anyone. You’ve got a business degree, and you love it here. Of course, you’re the one to take over."

You hugged her tightly, tears of happiness spilling from your eyes.

Weeks later, as you settled into your new role, you came across the “anonymous” donation in the books. $100,000. Your eyes widened. You’d assumed the donation had been a few thousand at most, but this was... insane. Then, your breath caught when you saw the signature.

Lando Norris.

You stormed out of the store, your heart pounding. That was too much money. There was no way you could accept it. Knowing he was at Max’s place, you banged on the door.

"Y/N?" Max asked, startled as he let you in.

"Where is he?" you demanded.

Lando, lounging on the couch, froze when he saw you. You grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the guest room, slamming the door behind you.

"$100,000, Lando?" you yelled. "That’s insane! Why would you do that?"

"Because it’s not just some random thing, Y/N," he said, stepping closer. "It’s something that matters to you."

You blinked, confused. "But... why does that matter to you?"

"Because you matter to me," he said softly. "Everything that’s important to you is important to me."

Your heart raced as his words sank in.

"If your dream is to run that bookstore, then that’s my dream too," Lando continued. "It’s always been you, Y/N. I’ve felt this way since we were kids. I just... never told you."

Tears welled up as you flung your arms around his neck. "Lando..."

He pulled back slightly, gazing into your eyes. "Give me a chance. A chance to be more than just your brother’s best friend."

You smiled, your heart full. "I think I can do that. As long as you finish that book."

[mrs-monaghan]

Hey Shaz, how are you. I have been sad lately, and I was hoping you could cheer me up. Would it be too much to ask you to do a post on Hobi accidentally putting our favorite couple out there?

Listen. Not alot of people would put this moment on the list but its on the list for me. But mostly because this happens to me all the time! See anon, I am a laugher. I laugh ALOT, much like Jhope.

Not too long ago my sister and her hubby were going at it over something and I was in the back seat just laughing my head off. Then day before yesterday a close friend of mine and her hubby had a silly back and forth and I was there having the time of my life. So when I saw this tweet by Busan baes just now I couldn't help but add it to the list because Jhope here 👆🏾 is me when a couple bickers near me. And I bet I'm not the only one who's experienced this. So yeah, to me Jhope's reaction to Jikook here goes on the list 1300%

But moving on, anon. Exhibit B

A popular moment we all know and love ☺

I go more in depth about it here. The fact that Jhope didn't even notice his slip up thou 🤭🤭

Exhibit C.

Anon idk what in your life is making you sad but I'm hoping this small analysis of Jhope being a snitch, brings a smile to your face 😘 it sure brings a huge grin to mine 😂 its the way Jhope couldn't wait to tell Jimin what he had seen. Poor JK 🤣 Nah, I love that moment sm 🤭🤭

P.S -> that moment answers the age old question on who Jhope would pick if Jikook ever broke up 🤭🤭

Exhibit D

I talk about it here. I remember some ot7s tried debunking this moment by saying that Jhope confuses Jimin and JK's names all the time, so this was just him doing that. While that explanation is valid, it doesn't apply here. When Jhope shouts "JK!" He actually turns around to look at JK. So yeah, he didn't make a mistake this time.

Exhibit E

Speaking of Jhope confusing their names. On this compilation is all members confusing Jikook with eo.

Ends at 3:50. You will notice the culprit is mostly Jhope. This part is my fav 😂😂

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Its hilarious to me but its also really telling, anon. He is one of the reasons we know Jikook spend ALOT of time together.

Exhibit H

This compilation here shows Jhope being the Jikook president he is 😍

Among the things mentioned, is this moment where Jhope shouts "wifey" when JK carries Jimin

Notice how he didn't say it when JK was carrying anyone else ☕

Exhibit I

I actually didn't know about this one, anon. It's new to me 🤭

Its on this analysis here by "breakdown the kookmin" we all know that moment in rom coms where the couple goes to a pottery date and the man sits behind the woman, wraps his hands around hers and they mould the clay together. Now why on earth would Jhope tell JK to do that to Jimin? Eh? And like BTK asks, why can't he just do it himself? 😏😏 oh Hobi 🤭 tell us more, please 😂 tell us everything! ☕

Exhibit J

I don't really need to say much about this one do I?

It's a popular Jhope outing Jikook moment. Basically Jimin was lagging behind and Jhope went to JK specifically -not any other member- to complain about Jimin being slow. You know, like how you can go to a boyfriend about their girl and vice versa?

Tweet with video here

Exhibit K

Is another common moment. We talk about this live a little bit here and talk about Jimin being a big eater here.

Otherwise there is plenty of analyses videos on this live everywhere. e.g this one.

This is considered a Jihope moment but really its a Jikook one. Once you realise JK was in the room, what Jhope was doing to Jimin makes sense. This was a bestfriend teasing their other bestfriend about how they were gonna get some later 🤭🤭 tihihihihi.

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST (he will continue to slip once they finish serving. Ha haa)

Exhibit L

We talk about this moment here. Like I said, he could have used Jin or Suga as an example, but he used JK 🤷🏾‍♀️

Jikook is real. Have been boyfriends for a long while. So if in doubt, then pay attention to Jhope 😁😁 He's the closest to them which means once in a while he will slip up.

Thanks for the ask anon, I enjoyed doing it 😘 Hope you've cheered up and are feeling better 💛💜

[echantedtoon]

Kinda like my last post but more poly. Auish so barely anything's cannon. Kimetsu Gauken based. Artwork not mine both found on Pinterest. Will probably contain some headcannons from my Kagamane x Reader headcannons post too.

-How did you catch the attention of these two couples? You literally had no idea.

-You only knew that you were Muzan's secretary before he hired Kokushibo to take over your job as he was 'better suited.' But unbeknownst to you, that was a way to just get closer to you by Muzan and his wife.

-You've been working for the couple for over two years having been hired by Two to help the both of them manage their companies. Muzan wasn't happy about his wife hiring someone without his say so but relented the because his wife was happy with you.

-You did a very good job honestly. Papers were always perfectly filed, and you were very organized and clean. You kept up with his own and Rei's Business deals separated unless needed to be combined. He couldn't remember how many times the last secretary mixed up their appointments and costed them time and money. You were also on time all the time everyday and had materials at the ready for whatever he needed.

-Rei was quite satisfied with your performance as well and he liked knowing his wife was happy so he didn't care about her inviting you to have small lunch breaks with her and their daughter.

-Their daughter was quite taken by you as well. Smiling and talking about how nice you were and how you had help her learn how to spell a big learn that won her spelling bee at school.

-Rei quite agreed you were quite a charming lady and she wouldn't mind having you around more often. He agrees.

-While you're professional and perficiant in what you do and your bubbly kind and positive personality added a bit of fresh air into the office and at the same time you weren't overly positive for him to find you annoying. If fact he quite looked forward to the way you treated him every morning with your bright smile and a cup of his favorite coffee. How you and Rei smile like old friends and get along so well. How his daughter is always excitedly bouncing around and showing off what cool new facts she learnt 'from the nice office lady'!

-Its inevitable they would find someone as cute as you unable to resist for long. It's not surprisingly Rei that brings up the subject first while at breakfast and he's reading a newspaper. "Dear, Y/n was so kind to teach our little darling how to easily spell arithmetic the other day." "Mmhm. Very nice." "You know I don't think we're really giving her a position she deserves. You've always said that I could use a personal assistant for my work." "Darling, you just read my mind."

-You are shocked when the happy couple announced that you were fired from your secretary job but they were moving you to be Rei's personal assistant. You gingerly try to reject the offer but they insist having already replaced you with Kokushibo who turns out if far more efficient.

-So begins your very awkward new job as Rei's personal assistant. Some of it isn't too different from your old job minus following her around during the day. You still file paperwork for her and handle calls if she's busy, but now you also did things for her such as getting her awkwardly massive food orders-

"I have your double shrimp salad bowls."

"Oh thank you. But I must've gotten too much. You eat the other one you've been working so hard and deserve some food."

And going shopping with her as she gifts you extra items she ..accidentally buys an item she didn't want.

"I have all your bags, Ma'am."

"Thank you. But it seems I accidentally bought the purple heels instead of black."

"Shall I call the store and request a refund for the shoes?"

"No need. You can keep them. They're your size anyways."

-You also start to help out Rei's husband by rearranging furniture in his office as he works and gauges your help in certain things.

"I want you to take this."

".... It's an address and..IS THIS THREE THOUSED DOLLARS?!"

"Yes. I'm thinking about buying a share at this new retreat but unfortunately I'm far too busy to go myself. Go check yourself in for a week and report back to me anything wrong with the place."

Even when you go, granted having a good time, and comeback with your positive feedback you don't see any shares listed for the retreat in the financial database. But he does use your help in other situations too-

"Is this a dinner reservation?"

"Yes. I'm interested in hosting a business dinner together with some investors next week. Go to the reservation and see if their food is up to my standards."

You are concerned when he sees no investors the next week.

-You start to get very awkward when Rei requests you start doing more personal things. Like tutoring their daughter and picking her up from school and playing with her when they're busy. And staying to have dinner with them multiple times a week even if you decline.

-You unexpectedly get a raise despite doing less work than your last position.

-You get invited on outings together to help watch their daughter but for some reason there's always a place set aside for you or the reservations always included a fourth person.

-You get random gifts with excuses-

"My daughter thinks it's your birthday and she'll be upset if I didn't at least gift you some flowers."

"Here. I never used this dress anyways and they got my size wrong."

"My wife misplaced her necklace so I ordered a new one for her. She just found the old one today so you may keep the extra."

-One day you pick up their daughter from elementary school and she's just happily chatting away in the back seat.

"I can't wait for Mother's Day. I'm gonna make you and Mommy the best cards ever!"

"Aw. You don't have to do that. I'm not even your mom."

"Not yet! You have to marry them first and I'm gonna be the flower girl!!"

"Haha! I'm not marrying your mommy and daddy."

"Huh? You're not?"

"Of course not. What made you think that?"

"Because Daddy says I can be the flower girl! Mommy even picked out matching dresses for all three of us in that fancy magazine!"

-Both are a mixed reaction when they receive your professional company email that very night explaining that the hours were starting to get bad for you so you were putting in your two weeks and using all your company vacation days for that entire week so they didn't have to trouble you for a final paycheck.

-Rei is absolutely shocked and very, very confused. Why did you suddenly quit? If the hours were getting to bad then they'd be happy to talk with you about it and rearrange things.

Muzan is pissed. How dare you just quit on such short notice?! After everything they did?! You didn't even have mind to tell them in person!

Both try calling you but get nothing but voicemail, their emails go unanswered as well. Their daughter is very upset. Why did you leave? Weren't you going to marry them?

-Unbeknownst to the couple you use the extra money from your sudden raise to move away to a new residence. Blocking both on your old email and phone before completely getting a brand new email address and number and being sure to block them again on those too before gathering up all the unwanted gifts up to mail them back being sure to include no return address.

-After laying low for about a month you decide to go back out to job hunt. Eventually finding a secretary position open at a local school after the old secretary retired! Perfect! You end up calling the number listed for the principal and she's nice enough to arrange an interview for you with her husband, the Chairman of Kimetsu Academy.

-The interview actually goes very well! Mr. Kagaya Ubuyashiki is a very kind man and his wife is also very kind and both of them were impressed with your resume. You got the job the day!

-You're a little out of your territory being in a a school setting but slowly things start turning. You start to really enjoy your job at the Academy. You've already made friends with a few teachers like Kyojuro and Gyomei.

-Students start to like coming to the office more because of how bubbly and friendly the new secretary is. The teachers start to talk to you more often and invite you to staff parties and outside work events. Events that you were free to DECLINE and no one was giving you an uncomfortable feeling.

-Was working your old job really that stressful? You couldn't remember the last time you actually felt appreciated or just had someone treat you normally.

-Kagaya thinks it's amusing watching you shyly peek into the doorway to his office with papers clutched into your hands and bashfully asking if you could come in. The way you so innocently look unsure of something or squeak out a question. It's adorable seeing your attempts.

Amane finds your sweet and bubbly personality is perfect for the job! Especially when she sees how much you love interacting with the students and always friendly towards her own children. When you shyly ask her for help with scheduling or ask where a certain file is, always puts a smile on her face.

-Speaking of the Ubuyashiki children, you adore the quintuplets! And don't mind watching them in the office for a little bit if Kagaya or Amane was running a little late or had to do last minute work. Because they always asked you if you'd be alright with it first and didn't expect you to do anything outside your job.

-Somewhere along the way they ask you politely if you'd like to have dinner with them without any expectations for you saying yes and you agree wholeheartedly. Making it a weekly thing where you all would all have dinner together Sunday night.

-Muzan and Rei really don't know where you went for the longest time until he just happens to mention you in front of Nakime who recognizes you instantly and reveals it to him.

-Muzan is absolutely RAGED to find out not only are you working for his cousin but seemed to be dating his cousin and his wife!! Rei has to hold him back and tell him to not do anything dumb before he goes to do anything actually dumb like storm into the academy and yell at everyone.

-Instead he furiously calls his cousin and DEMANDS to know what the hell he thought he was doing!! And DEMANDS to let him talk to you THAT INSTANT!!

"Oh yes. You're the really weird bosses she was talking about. How's your dating life going?"

"YOU FUCKER!! IF YOU DON'T DO AS I SAY I SWEAR YOU'LL PAY FOR IT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!"

"How do you both manage to get married but still pull no bitches combined?"

"YOU MOTHERFU-"

Rei later scolds him for cussing in front of their daughter at her cousins and for chucking his phone off their second story balcony.

-She tries to later apologize for his tantrums via calling Amane who firmly states that they were not to go near you but much more politely.

-Your're later very surprised to discover that Muzan and Kagaya are actually cousins but it doesn't change your opinion on the Ubuyashikis because of how well they have been treating you.

[bones4thecats]

Can I request Scary-story time with Lilia Vanrouge?

➸ Horn-Raiser; Lilia Vanrouge × S/O

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge A/N: This was fun. It kind of went off topic at the end, but what doesn't with Lilia? Anyways, enjoy, Anon! And next time, please add an emoji! ➥ Summary: Scary stories with your husband was always fun. But this year, you wanted to make him feel the spooks and not you and the boys. How did that go? Read to find out...

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╚═════ Lilia Vanrouge ═══════════════════════════╝

🦇 A small fire crackled as a dorm gathered together in the lounge. The males all adjusted as the eldest of them all, Lilia, floated with a book in front of him. He smiled and cleared his throat

🦇 Malleus watched with a curious gaze while Silver tried to keep himself from falling asleep and Sebek readied himself to listen. You just watched from couch, you had your adoptive son, Silver's, head in your lap, occasionally tapping him to wake him up

🦇 You saw Lilia take a deep breath and begin reading from the book. It was obvious what he was trying to do; spook his young fae. You had overheard a couple of them say that nothing scared them and that they were the most brave, and, in your husband's normal fashion, he wanted to test that

"This story takes place many years before any of us existed. Some say it happened before the Thorn Fairy herself lived." He began.

🦇 As the story progressed, the faes that bragged earlier began to tremble. It was beyond obvious now that they were scared for their long-destined lives

🦇 One of your eyebrows raised as you smirked. You always found the Halloween season to be fun to scare others, especially your younger kind. Lilia had that in common with you, though he's evolved past telling stories of his time in war. And you're thankful for that. You didn't want to deal with anymore angry parents whining about how much detail their child was fed on sewing up wounds and how a blade slashed someone

🦇 Lilia began to near the end of his story, though nobody else noticed that. While his voice came out, you heard Silver's light snoring. You smiled gently and brushed your hand through his hair, lightly massaging it

"All of a sudden, the man looked around 'i confusion. 'i swear 'tis said something behind me. Belike 'twere hold, but for a mouse?'"

"'It was far to loud to be a mouse, Sir Ectionkin." Lady Humetre replied. "No. I be sure 'twere a mouse. What doth thou regard 'twere? A human? Or haply a humanoid mouse? What balderdash.'"

"Mine husband?" a hushed voice said from down the hall.

"What was that, Y/N?" Lilia asked.

"I didn't say anything, love." You replied.

🦇 Lilia furrowed his eyebrows and looked back down the hall. Since he saw nobody there, he just shrugged his shoulders and kept reading the story to the males around

"The lady of the castle looked behind her lord and shivered 'i fear. 'I swear on mine life that there was something behind thou, mine lord. '"

"Husband? What is thy purpose 'i there? Are thou there?" The voice came out again.

🦇 The old fae looked up in slight fear, you said you heard nothing earlier. So why was he hearing your voice again?

"Lilia? What's wrong?" You asked.

"Yes. What is going on, Lilia?" Malleus backed.

"I swear I just heard Y/N speak down the hall." He replied, his guard being put up higher.

"You, art not mine husband. Whither is he? What hast thou done?" The voice said.

🦇 Malleus stood up and looked hotly down the hall. He had heard that one clear as the night sky, and he was not happy to hear this without any clue on how it was happening

🦇 An eerie silence overcame the room, making all stand still with hair raising. You gripped onto Silver protectively as Lilia began to walk towards the darkness. The others watched in fear, including Sebek and Malleus, who were told to stay by yours and Silver's sides just in case

🦇 Lilia walked into the shadows silently, not making any noises to alert whatever was there. He looked around, seeing nothing but the darkness. He must've just heard something random. But, then again, how would Malleus react if it was in his head?

🦇 All of a sudden, a flash of light came from his side, making Lilia aim his wand at the area, seeing nothing there anymore. A nearly-silent giggle came out, mocking him. Only fueling his irritation

"Come out and face me." He ordered.

"Boo."

🦇 Lilia jumped as you laughed, floating in the air as your husband stood there in shock. It was you this entire time?!

"I must admit, that was quite entertaining, Y/N." Malleus said, a small ball of green flames coming from his finger-tip.

"W-wait. This was all a prank?"

"To scare you? Yes, it was, my dear." You said. "We finally got you!"

"Oh... did you?" Lilia said.

🦇 You cocked an eyebrow as Lilia smiled and sent a pulse of magic above you. In the matter of seconds, Sebek, Malleus, Silver, and you were all covered in colored-water. Sebek was lime, Silver was blue, Malleus was green, and you were now pink

"What the-?!"

"Nobody beats me in Halloween pranks, honey. Sorry not sorry!" Lilia laughed as he flew off.

"Lilia Vanrouge!"

[futabapunk]

How to get 'Something more...' with all 3 girls in one Lost Records: Bloom & Rage playthrough.

WELCOME TO VELVET COVE

To start with film the squirrel couple behind the park sign for a dialogue option with Kat later in Nora's garage.

THE DAY WE MET

After the cutscene with Swann at the movie palace, walk over to Nora at the table before the Yooper Scooper closes. She will ask you: "Hey, you! Are you naturally red-haired?" Reply with: "My hair really is red..." (Nora +1)

Stay close to Nora after both of her initial idle dialogues and try to film her. At some point she will interact with you, saying: "Helleeer? Are you filming me?" Reply with: "Is it OK if I film you?" (Nora +1)

Before ordering the drink, film Autumn and choose: "Is it OK if I film you?" (Autumn +1)

Talk to Autumn. Reply either with: "I'll order something". If you choose: "Cute & Grumpy" (Nora +1) If you choose: "Rainbow Snow" (Autumn +1)

I chose Rainbow Snow to gain affection with Autumn because there are a lot more chances for Nora's affection in idle dialogue conversations. If you plan to focus more on Autumn with the call, walk and Echoes of Summer scenes, you could focus on Nora here. For mine, I mainly focused on Autumn if I had a choice, then Kat over Nora because Nora’s affection goes up easily on the idle dialogues you can find across the game and then flirt with her during the truth and dare night.

In 2022, when Autumn greets Swann choose: "(Hug her) It's been ages!" - (Autumn 2022 +1) "I'm still the same old Swann!" (Autumn 2022 +1)

After drinking the milkshake, walk next to Nora and Autumn behind the Yooper Scooper. If you stay close to them and sometimes film them, you can get 3 interactions with Nora and 3 with Autumn (one of them depends on you having previously ordered a drink). Try not to walk directly behind the Yooper Scooper and walk to both sides to trigger the conversations with both Autumn and Nora if they don't trigger on one side.

Try filming Nora and she will say: "Think I could be a movie star?" Reply with: "I'd have to see you in a cone bra." (Nora +1)

Try filming Nora again and she will say: "You want a performance? Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo!" Reply with: "What light through yonder window breaks!" (Nora +1)

Keep filming Nora and she will say: "If you're gonna keep filming me, you should pay me, I accept legal US tender and chocolate." Reply with: "How about lollipops?" (Nora +1)

Stay close to Autumn and if you ordered the drink she will say: "Hey! How's the slushy? Did it hit the spot?" Reply with: "The slushy is great! Thank you!" (Autumn +1)

Try filming Autumn and she will say: "Seriously, why would anyone want to film me?" Reply with: "You look cool on camera!" (Autumn +1)

Try filming Autumn again and she will say: "Where was this girl and her camera when I landed a perfect kickflip the other day?" Reply with: "I'd love to film that!" (Autumn +1)

During the fight with Dylan and Corey, choose: "You sure I can come?" - (Autumn +1) then (Laugh) - (Kat +1) after Kat jokes about Dylan.

In 2022, choose: "Thanks - and you look great!" - (Autumn 2022 +1) Be quiet while Autumn speaks (DO NOT choose the "We're not strangers though!" option). If you remained silent, the "Of course" option will appear after Autumn finishes. Choose that option - (Autumn 2022 +1) "I'm ready to face whatever we dig up." - (Autumn 2022 +1) "Me too..." - (Autumn 2022 +1)

THE FIRST NIGHT

During the conversation, there will be a few options for you to choose from. Each of them will improve your relationship with a specific girl, so think carefully about which choice to make. I personally went for the affection choices with Autumn again here because both Nora and Kat's affection is easier to come by. I’d also recommend choosing Kat's affection over Nora during a choice between the two. Nora's affection can easily be changed on the Truth or Dare night, and it’s best to choose the options during Abyss that focus on Autumn.

If you choose: "Corey owes you for the movie, Nora" - (Nora +1) "Thanks for helping me, Kat." - (Kat +1) "I'm sorry he stole your keys, Autumn." - (Autumn +1)

"I'm making a memoir." - (Kat +1)

If you choose: "I love filming the outdoors, Kat." - (Kat +1) "Nora's right - I should film you guys." - (Nora +1) "You're into scary movies, Autumn" - (Autumn +1)

Wait until the third dialogue option appears. If you choose: "What's a... riot girl?" - (Kat +1) "Can I film you playing music?" - (Nora +1)

If you choose: "I think we should help them..." - (Autumn +1) (Nora -1) "Sure, I'll film you, Nora!" - (Autumn -1) (Nora +1)

There are some interactions while you search for the keys (before Swann sees the keys). Do the interaction with Kat first, then Autumn's. Sometimes one or the other doesn't trigger if you do them the other way around. Then do both of Nora's interactions afterwards.

Stay close to Kat. When she is searching near a tree, she will ask you to shine a light on the tree. The "See anything?" option will appear, click on it. Then choose "Key his bike?". (Kat +1)

Stay close to Autumn. She will ask you to light up the place. The "Any luck?" option will appear, click on it. Then choose "You like video games?". (Autumn +1).

Talk to Nora while she's not looking for the key. She's standing in the lit part of the playground. The "Hey, Nora." option will appear, click on it. Then choose: "I really missed out...sorry!" - (Nora +1) "How about we make our own movie?" - (Nora +1) "A boyfriend? Gross!" - (Nora +1) "You'd kiss me!?" - (Nora +1)

Wait until Nora starts looking for the key and stay close to her. She will ask you to light up the place. The "Find anything?" option will appear, click on it. Then choose "I go to the movies a lot...usually alone.". (Nora +1)

Film Nora, she will interact with you. Pick: “Um, yeah...!?” - (Nora +1)

Film Nora again, she will interact with you. Pick: “Um, my cat's in my movie...” - (Nora +1)

In 2022, choose: "I felt the same... Like a magnetic pull." - (Autumn 2022 +1)

Stay close to Autumn first, sometimes this dialogue won't appear if you talk to Kat first. At some point, Nora will ask about changing her hair color. If you choose: "You'd look great with purple hair, Nor." (Nora +1) (Autumn -1) "I'll help you, Autumn" - (Autumn +1)

Stay close to Kat and interact with the nearby sewer and interact with the sewer to start a conversation with her. Choose: "She's full of herself!" - (Kat +1) "Sorry you're related..." - (Kat +1) "Wanna crash at my place tonight?" - (Kat +1)

During the key search, your alarm will ring twice. The first choice doesn't affect anything. But for the second choice, choose "Sorry, this thing is so annoying!". I think it can be tricky to trigger this sometimes, but it didn't matter for my end affection run so if it doesn't show you can move along.

Stay close to Kat and Nora. At some point, they'll talk. If you choose: "What's your favorite subject, Kat?" - (Kat +1) "I like to sleep in too!" - (Nora +1)

Film Nora, she will interact with you. Pick: “You look cool on camera!” - (Nora +1)

Film Nora again, she'll say she's worried about Autumn. Pick: “Me too” - (Nora +1)

While searching with Autumn, some options will be available. Some you will have to wait a bit for.

"I wish I could've stopped him..." - (Autumn +1)

Approach the dogs' food and start the dialogue. Either option will give you "hearts." I can't say which is better in this case. But the "I love all critters!" option involves agreeing with Autumn that you also like dogs. (Autumn +1)

The next two dialogues can be awkward to trigger, make sure you got all previous dialogues first, activate the conversation about the dog, then the bottle dialogue. Eventually the other two idle dialogues will pop up while you film the area.

At some point, Autumn will say "Fuck...", reply with: "You OK, Autumn?" (Autumn +1)

Then later on, Autumn will complain about her ex-boyfriend. Choose: "That sucks...I hope he leaves you alone." (Autumn +1)

After picking up the brick, choose: "Would a hug help?" - (Autumn +1) "Probably a raccoon." - (Autumn +1) "I'm glad we got to talk more." - (Autumn +1)

AUTUMN LOCKHART, 1995

In 2022, choose: "It's OK, really..." - (Autumn 2022 +1)

In 1995, choose: "What makes you happy?" - (Autumn +1)

Here, two of the options will give you a heart, but one seems more romantic than the other. It's up to you. If you choose:

OPTION 1: "You look so good on camera!" - (Autumn +1) "You're so pretty!" - (Autumn +1)

OPTION 2: "You're doing great!" - (Autumn +1) "No, this is serious" - (Autumn +1)

Wait for a third option to appear and choose it: "Who's this friend?" - (Autumn +1)

Choose: ”How did you meet Nora?” then "Is she like a sister to you?" - (Autumn +1)

Choose: "What's your wildest dream?" - (Autumn +1)

REUNION

When the bartender asks about the drink, choose "She'd like a rum and coke." This option will open another option further ahead.

During Swann's video, for each of the girls, there will be two options that will give you a heart. I don't think it matters but I chose: "Nora's so pretty!" - (Nora +1) "I feel drawn to Autumn." - (Autumn +1) "Kat's really passionate." - (Kat +1) "I hope we stay friends."

Back in 2022 choose: "Thought I'd surprise you with a favorite..." (if you chose rum and coke previously). - (Autumn 2022 +1) "To our reunion!" - (Autumn 2022 +1) "I missed you" - (Autumn 2022 +1) "I'm sorry - I understand. It's a lot." - (Autumn 2022 +1) "I've been trying to remember that summer." - (Autumn 2022 +1) "My place is just across the lake." - (Autumn 2022 +1) "You have a son! That's wonderful." - (Autumn 2022 +1) "It's good to catch up." - (Autumn 2022 +1)

GARAGE BAND

When entering the garage choose: "This place is awesome!" - (Nora +1)

Wait for the girls to start talking about Corey. Choose: "Corey sucks!". - (Kat +1) (If Autumn missed throwing the brick at the key 3 times Kat will climb the rocket to collect it, if so a 3rd option appears that also gains affection with her.)

Examine the sour snack on the table next to Kat, and choose: "Cool." - (Kat +1)

When Nora and Autumn talk about their band name, choose: "The Spew? That's funny!" - (Nora +1)

Film the pizza on the sofa. Be careful, because if any dialog is taking place, the option will not appear. If you choose: "Pizza's good at all temperatures." - (Kat +1) If you choose: "Pizza should be hot." - (Nora +1)

Wait until Kat talks about going to a show (before you talk to Nora). Choose: "How about a road trip?" - (Kat +1)

Talk to Kat. There are two options with hearts: "I filmed a used condom at a campsite." and "I filmed two squirrels...mating." (if you filmed the squirrels earlier). (Kat +1)

Choose: "Cool! You saw a Wendigo?!" - (Kat +1) This option triggers the affection choice during the pact scene later in the game.

After talking to Nora and going to look for the pick. Inspect all tapes before picking up the pick. On one of the tapes will be the pot that Nora hides. Choose: "Nora's an outlaw!" - (Nora +1)

Take the pick "The Tharpe" for Nora.

During the conversation with Nora, choose: "Your make-up looks cool." - (Nora +1) "What if we went together?" - (Nora +1)

When Kat starts talking about writing poems, reply with: "Can we read it?" - (Kat +1)

When Kat asked about your favorite band, choose: "Music? I'm more into movies." - (Kat +1)

After knocking out the battery. Choose: "Sorry!" - (Autumn +1) "I want to see you skateboard, Autumn!" OR "If I had any balance, I'd try too!" - (Autumn +1) "Thanks, Autumn." - (Autumn +1)

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!

When you get close to the lake, there will be some interactions (before you enter the passage in the rocks). Sometimes you have to wait a while.

Stand near Nora and she'll start talking, so pick: "Can I try some weed?" - (Nora +1)

Film Autumn practicing cartwheels and choose: "Nice one, Autumn!" - (Autumn +1)

At some point, Nora will ask if she looks well. Choose: "You look nice, Nora!" - (Nora +1)

Then Kat will say that they should have brought snacks. Choose: "At least we had beer!" - (Nora +1)

In 2022, choose: "Wanna talk about your case?" - (Autumn 2022 +1)

After passing the rocks, approach the fence and examine the padlock. Kat will reenact the scene from Jurassic Park. If you choose: "Good one!" - (Kat +1) If you choose: "That scared me..." - (Autumn +1) (Kat -1)

For options such at these I prefer to go with the option that doesn't lower affection of the other girl.

Later on, when the girls stop to wait for you to choose recording locations, stay close to them. Nora will start complaining about the mosquitoes and you'll have 3 options. If you choose: "I know a fun fact about wasps..." - (Kat +1) If you choose: "I know a fun fact about spiders..." - (Autumn +1) If you choose: "I know a fun fact about mosquitoes..." - (Nora +1)

I picked Autumn again for this choice.

During the scene in which Autumn and Nora pretend to be playing the instruments. 5.1- While the girls are playing the air guitar: If you choose: "You look so cool, Nora." - (Nora +1) If you choose: "You're doing great, Autumn." - (Autumn +1) This option will show two other options: If you choose: "You're perfect, Autumn." - (Autumn +1) If you choose: "Try to amp it up, like Nora." - (Nora +1) (Autumn -1)

Again, it feels beneficial to focus on Autumn for the compliments, then choose "It'll look great layered with music." - (Nora +1)

After crossing the bridge, you must choose one of the girls to accompany. I don't think it matters too much here, but I went with Kat and it didn't affect the end result, as long as you grab most of the idle lines the characters are approximately BFF/Something more by the Truth or Dare night.

NORA: If you choose: "I'll come with you, Nora." - (Nora +1) 3 options will give you hearts. If you choose: "Did you like my motorcycle skit idea?" AND "You were so funny!" - (Nora +1) If you choose: "Your air guitar idea was so awesome!" AND "You stole the show!" - (Nora +1) If you choose: "Today went by so fast!" AND "You're safe with me!" - (Nora +1)

AUTUMN: If you choose: "I'll come with you, Autumn." - (Autumn +1) 2 options will give you hearts. If you choose: "You seemed nervous playing air guitar..." AND "I thought you looked cute… - (Autumn +1) If you choose: "I wonder how my cat is doing..." AND "My cat would love you!" - (Autumn +1)

KAT: If you choose: "I'll wait for you, Kat." - (Kat +1) 3 options will give you hearts. If you choose: "Was the scene with Nora weird?" AND "Awkward? Why?" - (Kat +1) If you choose: "That air guitar scene was fun, right?" - (Kat +1) If you choose: "Today went by so fast!" AND "I'd stay out late with you!" - (Kat +1)

At the overlook choose: "I've never had any friends like you."

In the next part you can gain affection with each, I chose Kat's option here. If you choose: "I bet a moth's life feels even faster..." - Kat replies If you choose: "I wish I could skip being a teenager..." - Autumn replies If you choose: "I feel old already..." - Nora replies

MOVIE NIGHT

Choose: "I'm so excited!"

Don't rewind the tape, just press play and let the girl's react to Swann's personal tape. Choose: "It's a personal thing."

When Nora asks who was the best actress pick Autumn again. If you choose: "Nora was cool." - (Nora +1) If you choose: "Kat was awesome." - (Kat +1) If you choose: "Autumn was amazing." - (Autumn +1)

DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK

I went with the option that gained Kat's affection, but I'm not sure it matters given how they both were something more in my run either way: "We're lost...I'm sorry..." - (Kat +1) (Autumn -1) If you choose: "Don't worry! Just keep going." - (Autumn +1) (Kat -1)

CABIN IN THE WOODS

Before you enter the cabin, there are a few interactions. First of all, don't interact with anything. Just stand near the girls and wait for the following dialogues. If some of the dialogs don't appear, try to interact with the small window in the door, and with the large window next to the door.

When Autumn asks if they aren't tired... If you choose: "Who cares! This is awesome." - (Autumn -1) If you choose: "Don't worry, we'll go fast." - (Kat +1) (Autumn -1)

I tend to choose "Don't worry, we'll go fast." because Kat's next lines don't trigger if you ignore the prompts.

When Autumn talks about giving up, choose: "You're not the type to give up." - (Autumn +1)

When Kat talks about never having friends like that, choose: "We have so much in common." - (Kat +1)

Sometimes this doesn't trigger unless you walk to the right side of the cabin after the first two.

When Kat talks about how long someone lived there, choose: "Bet this cabin's older than our parents!" - (Kat +1)

When Kat talks about running away, choose: "Lets' run away together!" - (Kat +1)

When Nora says that the place might belong to a drug lord, choose: "Maybe we'll find some weed!" - (Nora +1)

Try filming Nora and pick: "I like filming you!" - (Nora +1)

Try filming Autumn and pick: "Sorry..." - (Autumn +1)

Interact with the hook before going to the blocked window, choose: “Looks like a murder weapon!” (Kat +1)

Move the window board with Kat and choose: "Let's break in!" - (Kat +1)

When interacting with the bridge, choose: "A bear?" - (Kat +1)

When interacting with the bathroom, choose: "Perfect for seven minutes in heaven..." - (Kat +1)

When interacting with the chimes, choose: "Play hooky!" - (Kat +1)

Choose the option where you and Kat work together.

After grabbing the hook, Kat starts complaining about Corey and her parents, choose: "Screw them!" - (Kat +1)

After entering the cabin.

When interacting with the swirls on the wall, choose: "Maybe you're right...it's weird." - (Nora +1)

When interacting with the trap. If you choose: "It's just a bear trap!" - (Nora +1) If you choose: "(Jokingly cry for help)" - (Nora -1) (Kat +1)

I jokingly cried for help in this case. Nora's affection goes up pretty easily later and it kept it more balanced.

PHONE A FRIEND

Depends on what girl you want to romance. I went with Kat (who was the highest before I lowered her affection later to balance it with Autumn's). If you choose Autumn's you can afford to focus on Kat during the sections I mentioned to choose Autumn's dialogue. If you choose Nora, ignore the focus on her during the truth or dare and abyss chapters.

If you call Autumn. Choose: "I was scared when the power went out." - (Autumn +1) "I'm proud of my video!" OR "Thanks to you!" - (Autumn +1) "I can't wait to see you!" - (Autumn +1)

When Autumn goes to tell you about the secret. If you choose: "A secret about Nora?" "Promise!" - (Autumn +1) "That's hilarious!" - (Autumn +1). If you choose: "A secret about Kat?" "Promise!" - (Autumn +1) "Her Mom sounds mean." - (Autumn +1)

"Yeah, let's walk together." - (Autumn +1) "Later, babe!" - (Autumn +1)

If you call Nora. "I was scared, weren't you?" - (Nora +1) "Thanks to you!" - (Nora +1) "I can't wait to see you!"

When Nora goes to tell you about the secret. "Autumn told you a secret?" "I won't tell..." - (Nora +1) "I bet you're right." - (Nora +1) "Yeah, let's walk together." - (Nora +1) "Not if I see you first!" - (Nora +1)

If you call Kat. "That power outage was crazy!" - (Kat +1) "I'm proud of my video!" - (Kat +1) "I can't wait to see you!" - (Kat +1) "Autumn told you a secret?" "Got it!" - (Kat +1) "I don't always want to talk." - (Kat +1) "Yeah, let's walk together." - (Kat +1) "Aim for his junk!" - (Kat +1)

Pick up each girl's favorite snacks: Go Toasties (Autumn), WholeCakes (Nora) and Sour!shapes (Kat).

In 2022, choose: "Yes! A little bit." - (Autumn 2022 +1)

After getting the stickers from the chest, close it and pet the cat. An option will appear. It relates to the girl you have the highest affection with at this point.

THIS OLD HOUSE

During the walk to the cabin. It depends on which girl you called, and how you described each one during the video Swann made. If Autumn, choose: "I felt really drawn to you..." - (Autumn +1) If Nora, choose: "I noticed that you're super pretty" - (Nora +1) If Kat, choose: "I really liked your intensity" - (Kat +1)

Inside the cabin before filming Kat will talk about Corey, reply with: "Don't worry - Corey won't find us." - (Kat +1)

During the cleaning, talk to Kat first. "Need a hand?" - (Kat +1) "I like her serious poems." - (Kat +1) "Meowzers!" - (Kat +1)

Go back to the cabin, but don't pick up the tweezers. Talk to Nora instead. "Can I bum a smoke?" - (Nora +1) "They must be shy around girls." - (Nora +1) (Move the moth) Hold still… - (Nora +1)

Talk to Autumn (don't pick up the tweezers). "Can I help tidy up?" - (Autumn +1) "I like being alone..." - (Autumn +1) If you collect the mushrooms, then choose: "Nature is so cool." If you collect the bones, then choose: "You wouldn't be alone."

Take the tweezers and talk to Kat again. Both options don't seem to affect anything so choose whatever.

In 2022, choose: "You're not crazy! Memories are fleeting..." - (Autumn 2022 +1)

When the girls ask Swann to choose the color: If you choose: "I liked Kat's blue." - (Kat +1) If you choose: "I went with Nora. Gold!" - (Nora +1) If you choose: "I loved your purple idea!" - (Autumn +1)

I went with Kat's, but again you can choose Nora to keep it more balanced, or Autumn if you focused more on Kat.

ECHOES OF SUMMER

Hug Autumn - (Autumn +1)

Choose whoever you want with the flower and drawing, I went with Kat with both and it didn't seem to affect anything.

When the girls are in the cabin. Nora comments that they have improved the place, reply with “Yeah, great work team!” (Nora +1). When Kat comments that the name of the place is perfect, reply with: “It's not for hunters anymore.” (Kat +1)

NORA MALAKIAN, 1995

When Nora talks about the bracelet, she comments that lapiz lazuli would look good on you. Don't think it makes a difference but I always choose that.

"Thank you...!" - (Nora +1) "So is Linda like a wicked stepmother?" - (Nora +1) "Your Mom must be pretty!" - (Nora +1)

As long as you choose a piercing it doesn't matter.

"Promise you won't leave me behind?" - (Nora +1)

BLOOM...

In 2022, choose: "You were just looking out for her." - (Autumn 2022 +1) "I can't really relate..." - (Autumn 2022 +1)

During the walk to the pact site, wait for the “(Laugh) Nora!” option to appear and choose it. (Nora +1)

Before you sit down, when the girls talk about the location, choose: "Maybe it's your wendigo, Kat!" (Kat +1)

I always choose the pact option, I don't think it affects anything.

In 2022, choose: "You look amazing." - (Nora 2022 +1) "I'd come with you, Nor." - (Nora 2022 +1)

When the group is singing pick: "See you in Hell!" - (Kat +1)

In 2022, choose: "Cheers! To us!" "Autumn never cared for fame." - (Autumn 2022 +1) "Wow, I looked you up too..." - (Nora 2022 +1) "She's lucky to have you..." - (Nora 2022 +1) "I knew you'd do something amazing." - (Nora 2022 +1) If you choose: "She's doing her boss's job for him..." - (Autumn 2022 +1) If you choose: "How does it feel being back, Nora?" - (Nora 2022 +1)

PACKING UP

You can find a drawing in Swann's secret spot under the bed that show's your highest girl. Mine showed Kat at this point.

"You made a deal with the devil!" - (Kat +1) "Chicken butt!" - (Kat +1) "We'll find a way to go together." - (Kat +1) "Traveling alone is empowering, in a way." - (Nora 2022 +1) "I'll send you some books, Autumn." - (Autumn 2022 +1)

DOUBLE DARE

When you're in the cabin, before lighting the fire pick up the “Sweet Sirens” porno mag. "Does fanfiction count?" - (Nora +1)

Talk to Autumn and choose: "What else should we do tonight?" - (Autumn +1)

Go up to the attic and sit down. Go to leave and then Kat talks with you. Choose: "Any updates on the poetry contest?" - (Kat +1) "I wish I could stay here, with you..." - (Kat +1)

During the “truth or dare” 2.1- If you choose: "Pick Kat!" - (Kat +1) "Gonna be Autumn!" - (Autumn +1) "Pick me!" - (Nora +1)

I went with Autumn.

"We'd basically be married!" - (Nora +1)

"You asked about my crush..." If you choose: "I have a crush on this writer..." - (Kat +1) "I'll tell you someday..." - (Kat +1)

if you choose: "I have a crush on this skater..." - (Autumn +1) "I'll tell you someday..." - (Autumn +1)

if you choose: "I have a crush on this musician..." - (Nora +1) "I'll tell you someday..." - (Nora +1)

I went with Autumn initially but Nora was BFF, so I went with Nora reloading save at this point which seemed to work for me.

When it's Swann's turn to pick someone. If you choose: "Autumn! Truth or dare?" - (Autumn +1) If you choose: "What's your most embarrassing secret?" AND "I think it's sweet." (Autumn +1) If you choose: "What's the meanest thing you've done?" AND "I would've added bird poop!" (Autumn +1)

If you choose: "Nora! Truth or dare?" - (Nora +1) If you choose: "Who do you hate?" If you choose: "Dean! Autumn's ex-boyfriend..." - (Nora +1) If you choose: "Yeah, Corey!" - (Kat +1) If you choose: "I would pay to watch that!" - (Nora +1) If you choose: "Hope you get your payback, Autumn." - (Autumn +1) If you choose: "Have you had sex?" "Baby, you have no idea." - (Nora +1) "I bet you're a great kisser!" - (Nora +1)

If you choose: "Kat! Truth or dare?" - (Kat +1) "Let us read your diary." "Sorry - it was a bad idea." - (Kat +1)

I chose truth when Kat asks because you can gain more affection. If you choose "truth"... If you choose: "Nora's probably the best kisser." - (Nora +1) If you choose: "Kat's probably the best kisser." - (Kat +1) If you choose: "Autumn's probably the best kisser." - (Autumn +1)

I went with Autumn again here.

In 2022, choose: "What do you remember, Nora?" - (Nora 2022 +1) "I really cared about you, Nora..." - (Nora 2022 +1)

If you want to romance Nora or Autumn, focus on one or the other more during the Truth or Dare section, then call out to them at the abyss and choose "It's probably a coincidence." to the abyss question. It lowers Kat's romance priority that the other girls will do your make-up instead. I reloaded my save around this part of my game and was able to get Crowned with Kat, Nora and Autumn by changing my bias on these final options and the other two still at 'Something more...' just make sure to give Nora and Autumn all the focus in Truth or Dare.

THE ABYSS

(Whisper) Kat… - (Kat +1)

When you hear the noise in the bushes, wait until all four options appear. If you choose: “Nora!?” - (Nora +1) If you choose: “Autumn!” - (Autumn +1)

I went with Nora but you can choose Autumn here if you want her to be more focused.

About the Abyss, if you choose: Our blood ritual...maybe it worked. - (Kat +1) (Autumn -1) It's probably a coincidence. - (Kat -1) (Autumn +1)

DOUBTS

Do you think our wishes came true? - (Autumn 2022 +1) Shall we play? - (Nora 2022 +1) "What's bothering you, Nora?" - (Nora 2022 +1) I'm writing a cryptid story… - (Nora 2022 +1)

KAT(HRYN) MIKAELSEN, 1995

Just look at me. - (Kat +1) You sneak out of your house a lot? - (Kat +1) You hate the ranch too, right? - (Kat +1) We should totally make a zine! - (Kat +1) I remember you mentioned Gertie… - (Kat +1) Whoa Did you take her home? - (Kat +1)

After the video ends, Kat comments on taking her father's car. Choose: Good idea! - (Kat +1)

RIOT GRRRLS

During the make-up scene, wait until the 5th option appears and choose it. If Kat: I like you… - (Kat +1) If Nora: Kiss… - (Nora +1) If Autumn: I like you. - (Autumn +1)

After connecting the cable, choose: We can do this. - (Kat +1)

After you connect the cable and before you open the power panel. Wait until Kat talks about stealing her father's car (neither option will give you a heart). However, after this conversation, wait a little longer. Kat will say that if there was food she could stay there for days. Get: "I'll move in with you!" - (Kat +1)

If you take the blame for Kat it seems to raise affection, saying it was Kat's idea lowers it. So if you had make up scene with Kat the second option could lower her from 'crown' romance. Just to specify.

[hollaforlyla]

๋࣭ ⭑ how they cuddle you. bsd x reader

gender: gender neutral

type: headcanons

characters: dazai, kunikida, chuuya. atsushi, akutagawa, ranpo, poe, and yosano(i will make a part two)

warnings: lowercase writing, cursing

๋࣭ ⭑ dazai osamu 🩹

his cuddles make you feel safe.

he wraps his arms around your waist, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

you could've swore he's like a human heater sometimes.

with the blanket wrapped around you both, you never want to leave.

he can cuddle you, anywhere!! he doesn't really care.

you could be in the middle of doing your paperwork you had to get done today, and this man is on you like a puppy!

begs for your cuddles. pouting his lips whimpering!

sometimes you cuddle him to get him to back off, but you also fo it because you love him.

you basically signed up for this.

however, you couldn't have it any other way.

๋࣭ ⭑ kunikida doppo 📖

is not the best fan of pda.

so cuddles are kinda rare with him.

you knew this before you started to date him.

however, that doesnt stop you from hugging him.

first time you did he was stiff, but he hugged you back.

this is how it started.

sooner or later he's gotten much closer to you, and felt more comfortable with hug and pda.

he holds you like your his everything, which you are. he wouldn't what to do or think without you.

anyways, he keeps you warm and safe in his hold. making sure you know he's there.

literally 10 minutes later he's back same old kunikida and knocking the shitballs outta dazai :(

but you still love him<3

๋࣭ ⭑ chuuya nakahara 🍷

treats you like royalty, not like he already does, when cuddling you<3

he holds you close, whispering sofr words into your ear, reasurring you everythings okay.

early in the relationship he noticed how much you loved to cuddle up next to him when your scared, happy, nervous, or even sad and you just want to be held.

he doesn't complain about it though, but would never admit it to someone else other then you.

he obv shows his love toward you, but he also does it through gifts and words of affirmanation...

as said before.

sometimes you fall alseep on his chest, his arms tightly around your waist as your neck is buried in his neck.

carries you around the apartment if you want a gladd of water, some snacks, or even to go to the bathroom.

ofc he leaves you after dropping you off, and is right back to take you back to the bed.

i love him so much DUDE!!

๋࣭ ⭑ atsushi nakajima 🐯

he's so gentle :(

he's nervous about hugging you tightly when you first started to date.

he grew more confident through the months you and him have been a thing.

he wraps his arms either around your shoulders or waist, depending on how your laying on him,

when your spooning him, he purrs. DUDE FUCKING PURRS!! 🥰

cutest fucking thing you will ever see him do while cuddling and you tease him for it.

he makes you feel soooo safe it's not even funny.

bonus points if he adds a blanket and drapes it over the both of you<3

he kisses your nose, cheek, chin, forhead, temple, anywhere all over your face, giggling at your laughs when he does so.

๋࣭ ⭑ akutagawa ryunosuke 🩸

scared this dude is goin to hurt you in some way, even though he can control his ability!!

you try your best to make him feel more comfortable but he's as stiff as a rock.

you even tried to cuddle him at first, but that just ended with you cuddling him the entire time. which, you of course didn't mind.

if he does get comfortable, and this is when he's super tired he just wants to lie on you, he wraps his arms around your waist and hides his face in any part of your body.

stomach, sides, chest, neck, anywhere he can reach without putting in any effort.

he kisses your lips lots of times, each one of them giving you butterflies.

hates it when people walk in on you two and your cuddle sessions.

it makes him insecure and won't cuddles you for a couple of days.

dude, we love him thou<3

๋࣭ ⭑ ranpo edogawa 🔍

dude is all over you..

he loves it when you get all cuddly...and you beg for him to cuddle you.

he holds the back of your head as you cuddle into his side as you sit on his lap.

his legs are wrapped around your waist and he talks about his day.

asking you how was yours, as well!

half of the time cuddle sessions end with tickle fights.

he can't help it, your laughter is adorable to him<3

when his literally just cuddling you, he's like a kolala..he is not letting go unless your bribe him or pull him off.

he likes it when you just let it happen.

during some of them, scratch that, in all of your cuddle sessions, he shares his snacks with you...BUT ONLY if your being cute<3 which you always are, of course<3

he feeds some of the snacks, and plops some candies in your mouth...BAHHA...and if anyone were to walk in on that moment you would never live it down.

ranpo couldn't give two shits, LOL.

๋࣭ ⭑ edgar allen poe 🖋

always asks, never just grabs you and cuddles you..

unlike dazai😑 BUT THIS AIN'T ABOUT HIM

he's so kind<3 his hugs are like a taste from heaven.

he wraps his arms around your torso and kisses your temple.

he's taller, i'm guessing, dude seems pretty tall����..

so he has to usually bend over to kiss you or to hug you.

if your sitting, he finds it so much easier to just kiss you whenever he wants...if your okay with it.

consent is always key with him and relationships as should all🤧

he likes to talk about his new novels with you, and loves it when you suggust ideas to him<3

because he's so warm, you end up falling asleep on him...

to which he has no idea what to do...

however, your cuddles sessions are his life he needs them at least for an hour or so<33

๋࣭ ⭑ yosano akiko 🩺

MOMMY? ahem- sorry.

mommy- i mean, yosano loves your hugs, it's just something that brightens up both of your days.

she asks you how you are and if your taking care of yourself, which always make you feel loved<3

you both rarely cuddle at work, it's just a lot of hugs and kisses.

sometimes you fall asleep on her, lol.

she finds it adorable, and will stab anyone who dares to even attempt to wake you up.

dazai once snapped of a photo of you, and still has it to this day, and yosano death glared him all for the rest of work.

anyways, she loves her cuddles sessions with you.

[therogueflame]

Hellooo!! I love your writing, and ask for thou to spare a mere lowborn a moment (this is somewhat long Cregan x reader ask, so I apologize in advance 😭)

So you know the Jon Snow story? Lyanna dies and Ned pretends Jon’s his bastard but he’s actually a Targaryen? That whole thing? Yeah, that, but instead it’s reader! You can play this out however you want, but like I’m thinking that the backstory goes like this (ish)

The Crewyn family’s vibing, maybe the sister of Lord Crewyn runs off with a Targaryen Prince. A war breaks out for some reason, maybe because of the scandalous Targ/Cerw-marrige. It puts the Crewyn sister in danger, Lord Crewyn travels to save her but she’s already injured. She tells Crewyn to take care of baby-reader and he does

Now! Maybe everyone knows reader’s a Targaryen, or maybe Lord Cerwyn goes the Ned Stark-path. Either way, reader kinda gets the reverse Strong-boys-problem. Reader gets the Targaryen features and hates them. The northern houses don’t accept her because of her appearance, so maybe she develops a medieval body-dysmorphia

She’s raised alongside Cregan’s bestie (bro lost his name privileges in the book, but imma call him Clay 💀). Clay and reader are raised in the Cerwyn castle, hunting, fighting, vibing. Cregan and Clay become bff’s, time goes on and reader becomes a formidable fighter to make up for her appearance, she catches Cregan’s attention, he tries to win her hand, though she doesn’t believe him and thinks Clay and him are playing a trick on her

(If this too complicated or confusing, then you can just ignore it, luv u and ur mind 😚❤️)

hi precious anon!

thank you so much for this request, i did follow most of it, but i changed a couple of things - no war, and no second person. i did try second person, but third person just made it so much more dramatic imo. thank you again!

The Ghost of the North

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Summary: Born in the shadow of legacy and power, only to be shaped by the land of ice and wolves.

Warnings: angst, parental death, emotional neglect (kinda?), ostracization, idk this is my first one in a while that i didnt prewrite pls be nice ilysm

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Cregan Stark x Bastard!Targaryen

MDNI!!!

The Wolfswood swallowed the light, the skeletal branches of the trees clawing at the sky. The wind whistled through the pines, biting against Edwyn Cerwyn’s face as he rode, the breath of his horse curling in the freezing air. The ground was hard beneath the hooves, the leaves brittle with frost, crunching under the weight of his men’s approach. It was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that turned a man’s stomach, that pressed against the back of his neck like the cold edge of a blade.

A wolf howled. A long, drawn-out cry that sent something sharp running down Edwyn’s spine. Then another. Then another. The sound echoed through the trees, coming from somewhere ahead, too close, too many. A pack had gathered, but for what? A fresh kill? A wounded stag? His hand went to the hilt of his sword, but the unease crawling through him was not the kind a blade could quell. The air itself felt wrong.

His sister had always been drawn to danger. She was born in a storm, her first cry swallowed by the howling winds that rattled the stones of Cerwyn Keep. Their mother had died in the birthing bed before dawn, leaving behind a bloodied babe with pale blue eyes and soft brown curls, a girl who never should have been born but fought to live all the same. Their father had never looked at her without a shadow passing behind his eyes, as if he resented her for surviving where his wife had not. Edwyn had been eight at the time, old enough to remember how their father barely touched the girl, how he had all but given her over to the wet nurse and the maids, how he had remarried before the year was out, siring two more sons on his new wife.

But she had been his sister. His first charge. She had followed him like a shadow, chasing after his heels, refusing to be left behind even when he told her she was too small, too slow, too weak. She had climbed the ramparts when she was five, slipping through the cracks in the stone like a wisp of wind. She had stolen his sword at eight, dragging it behind her like a child with a doll. She had bested her septa in an argument before she could read, lied through her teeth with a smile sweet enough to fool even their father, laughed louder than anyone in the hall, bold and brash and reckless.

And then she had fallen in love. It had not been love at first, not truly, just curiosity. A girl too young to understand the weight of a name, drawn in by something strange and new and forbidden. She had not spoken of him for a long time, had kept the letters pressed between the pages of the book beneath her pillow, had pretended the stolen glances were nothing at all. But Edwyn had known. Had seen the way she had changed, the way she had become restless, the way she had waited for something she would not speak of.

Then one day, she had vanished. She had left only a note, ink smudged in her haste, a mess of words that said everything and nothing at once. She was sorry. She had to go. She loved them. She would write. Their father had burned the letter in the hearth without a word.

For a year, there had been nothing. No news. No word. Only rumors that whispered through the halls, speculation that festered in the minds of their kin. She had taken up with a man. She had given herself to him. She had thrown away her name and her home and her honor for love, and for what? A fool’s dream. A man who would never truly be hers.

Then, months later, a raven came. She was with child. Edwyn had taken the letter to his father, had seen the way his face darkened, how he had clenched his fists and stood so still, so silent, the flames of the hearth casting deep shadows across his face. That was when Edwyn had realized—his father had known. He had always known. He had suspected from the moment she left, but now, with her words in ink before him, with proof, with shame, with certainty, he could not ignore it.

Another child born into this world without a name.

Edwyn had been the one to send the next raven.

Come home.

She never responded.

And now, he had found her at last, beneath the weirwood, drenched in blood, her body torn and broken, her breaths shallow.

His stomach twisted. He did not think. Did not breathe. He was already off his horse before he realized he had moved, his boots hitting the ground with a dull thud. The earth was wet beneath him, thick with fresh blood, seeping into the fallen leaves. He barely noticed the others dismounting behind him, barely heard them as they called after him. He was already kneeling, already reaching, pressing his hands against the torn and bloodied flesh of the woman in the dirt.

She was so small. So still. Her dark riding cloak was ripped open, her hands slack at her sides, her dress clinging to her like a second skin where the blood had soaked through. Her chest barely moved. Her breath came in weak, stuttering gasps, lips parted as though she wanted to speak but could not find the strength.

He knew that face. He had known it since she was born. Since she had clung to his hand as a child. Since she had laughed at the dinner table, since she had run through the halls of their father’s keep, since she had looked at him with wide, frightened eyes the day she had fled. His sister. Seventeen years old. Dying.

She exhaled, a shuddering breath that barely reached the air. Her lips trembled, eyes glassy, unfocused, staring past him, past the trees, past the sky.

“Protect her.”

His breath caught in his throat. Then her body went still. The wind whistled through the trees.

And then, a cry. High. Thin. Fragile.

His head snapped up. The sound came from beyond the tree line, from the underbrush just beyond the weirwood’s twisted roots. His men shifted behind him, uncertain. He barely heard them. His body moved on instinct, staggering to his feet, boots slipping against the bloodied leaves. The crying grew louder as he walked toward the sound.

The hollow of a fallen tree lay just beyond the clearing, hidden beneath frost-covered branches. A bundle of wool lay nestled inside, shifting, writhing, a small, desperate hand reaching up toward the cold air. The child was crying, face red with the effort, mouth open in a furious wail. Her limbs flailed, fists curling, voice breaking the silence that had settled over the clearing.

His stomach clenched. She was untouched. No scratches. No bite marks. No signs that the wolves had so much as looked at her. She was clean, warm, safe. As if something had kept them away.

“Gods,” someone breathed behind him.

Slowly, he reached down, lifting the bundle into his arms. She was so small. Lighter than he expected. Her tiny hands clutched at the fabric of his cloak, her face still scrunched in distress. He exhaled, his own breath shaking. Then her eyes opened.

Pale. Lighter than lilac. Almost silver.

Something twisted in his chest, something deep and nameless. He turned, glancing back at the weirwood, at the body slumped against its roots, at the blood staining the snow-covered ground. The words echoed in his head, the last thing his sister had spoken.

Protect her.

His throat tightened. He knew what people would say. He knew what they would whisper when he rode home with a silver-haired babe in his arms. The Targaryen blood runs hot. She was doomed from the start.

His men were still staring, waiting, uneasy. He forced his voice to steady.

“Take my sister.”

No one argued.

He turned toward his horse, toward home, toward the life that would come next. The babe still cried in his arms, breath fogging in the cold air, louder than the wolves, louder than the wind.

The walls of Cerwyn Keep rose like a shadow against the dim morning light, its grey stone touched with frost, the banners above the gate unmoving in the still air. The ride had been long, cold, and silent. His men were tired, the weight of their journey pressing down on them, but none spoke as they passed through the gates. The body of his sister was wrapped tightly, tied to the back of a horse, the fabric dark with frozen blood. The child in his arms barely stirred, though every so often, she let out a small breath, the sound barely audible beneath the creak of saddles and the heavy tread of hooves.

The keep was stirring. The stable boys rushed forward, their hands fumbling with the reins, eyes darting between the bundle in his arms and the body draped over the horse. A hush followed them as they passed, whispers trailing in their wake. They did not ask. They did not need to. They would know soon enough.

Inside the courtyard, the servants had gathered, drawn from their morning duties by the sight of their lord’s unexpected return. The kitchen girls lingered near the door, their hands still dusted with flour. The steward stood stiff-backed near the steps, mouth pressed in a tight line. The wet nurse, holding Cley in her arms, clutched the child a little tighter as she caught sight of them. His son blinked at him, sleepy, his small fingers curling in the fabric of the woman’s dress.

He should have gone to his wife first. He should have gone to her chambers, woken her gently, told her what had happened before the keep had time to start whispering. But it was too late for that now.

A few of the servants stepped forward hesitantly. One of the older maids reached out her arms, clearly expecting to take the babe, but Edwyn did not relinquish her. "Find the wet nurse," he said instead. "She needs to be fed."

The girl hesitated, looking between him and the child, but after a quick glance toward the steward, she gave a stiff nod and hurried off.

Cley wriggled in the nurse’s grip, reaching out a hand toward him. "Father?"

Edwyn let out a slow breath, shifting the babe against his chest before reaching out to ruffle his son’s dark curls. "I am home, little one."

The boy’s gaze flickered to the bundle in his arms, his face scrunching up in confusion. "Baby?"

"Yes," Edwyn murmured.

Cley frowned, then turned his face into the wet nurse’s shoulder, looking thoughtful in the way that only children could. He did not ask more, did not cry or protest. He simply accepted it as fact, as children often did.

The steward finally spoke, his voice careful. "And… the lady?"

Edwyn looked at him, expression unreadable. "See to it that my sister is given a proper burial. She will be laid in the crypts."

The steward’s brow furrowed for a fraction of a second, just long enough for Edwyn to catch it before the man bowed his head in understanding. His sister had abandoned her home, had thrown herself into a life that was not meant for her, had borne a child in secret and died alone beneath the weirwood. She should not have been granted the honor of a place in the family crypt. But Edwyn was Lord Cerwyn. His word was final.

The man gave a short bow and turned away, barking orders to the men near the gate.

The babe stirred against his chest, shifting slightly, but did not wake.

"Take her to the west wing," Edwyn said. "Keep her warm."

The wet nurse hesitated, but after another quick glance toward the steward, she nodded. "Aye, my lord." She turned and walked swiftly toward the keep, her steps purposeful. The babe disappeared with her, swallowed into the halls of Cerwyn.

The air was still heavy, the weight of the morning pressing down on the gathering. The servants lingered, shifting uneasily, waiting for him to say something more, to give another order, another command. But he was tired.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and made his way toward his chambers, knowing his wife would be waiting.

The halls of Cerwyn Keep were still, the hush of early morning settling heavy over the stone. His men had gone to their chambers, the servants had scattered, and the babe had been taken to be fed. Cley had barely stirred when placed in his bed, exhausted from the excitement of seeing his father return, his small hands still gripping the blanket as he slept.

Edwyn moved through the corridors without a word, the exhaustion of the day dragging at his limbs. He had not yet taken off his cloak, the scent of pine and blood still clinging to the fabric. His boots were damp with half-melted snow, his fingers numb from gripping the reins for hours, but none of it mattered now. The weight in his chest was heavier than all of it.

His wife was waiting for him.

She stood near the hearth, the fire casting long shadows across her face, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Her dark hair was pulled back, her shoulders drawn, but her eyes, sharp and knowing, had already seen too much. She had not spoken when he entered. She had only waited.

She did not have to ask what had happened.

She had known from the moment she saw him ride through the gates, the shrouded form strapped to the back of a horse, the bundle in his arms held too carefully to be anything but a child.

The door clicked shut behind him, the sound final in the quiet.

"You should have told me," she said.

Edwyn let out a slow breath, pressing a hand against the back of the chair nearest to him. "I did what I had to do."

She let out a soft breath, something close to a scoff, shaking her head. "And what did you have to do, exactly? Ride home with a babe in your arms and expect me to act as though nothing had changed?"

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them, fixing his gaze on her. "My sister is dead."

The words hung in the air, settling between them like dust. She did not move, did not blink, but the firelight flickered across her face, illuminating the way her lips pressed into a thin line.

"And the child?" she asked.

"The babe is hers." He did not hesitate. "She was alone. She would not have survived."

His wife inhaled slowly, carefully. She turned slightly, her fingers brushing the edge of the mantel, as if grounding herself. "So you brought her here. To our home."

"She had no one else," Edwyn said.

Her hands curled into fists, her nails pressing into her palms. "You claimed her as your own."

"It was the only way," he said, voice steady.

Her eyes flickered, the fire casting a faint sheen over them, something dark and unreadable lurking behind them.

"They will think she is yours," she said, quieter this time. "They will think you have shamed me, that I have been cast aside. That I was not enough."

Edwyn pushed himself away from the chair, stepping closer. "I do not care what they think."

"You might not, but I will be the one they whisper about." Her voice did not rise, but there was something sharp beneath it, something that cut deeper than any raised tone could have. "I will be the one they pity. The one they speak of in hushed voices. The one who could not keep her husband’s attention." She turned her head slightly, her gaze locking onto his. "And what of Cley? What will they say of him, when you have brought a ghost into this house?"

Edwyn swallowed. He had known this would come. Had known it would not be as simple as carrying the babe through the gates and expecting his wife to understand. He had thought of every consequence, every rumor, every burden he had placed upon her shoulders without her consent. And yet, even with all of it, he had made his choice.

"I do not ask you to love her," he said, his voice quieter now. "I do not ask you to take her as your own. But I ask you to understand. My sister died alone in the snow, bleeding beneath a weirwood tree. The babe survived. I do not know why. I do not know if it was the gods or mere chance, but I swore I would protect her, and I will not break that oath."

His wife turned her head slightly, eyes flicking toward him, but she did not speak.

He let out a slow breath. "I know what I have done. I know the burden I have placed upon you, the whispers you will have to endure. If there were another way, I would have taken it. But there was not."

The silence between them stretched. He could hear the faint crackle of the fire, the distant murmur of the keep beyond the thick stone walls.

Then, finally, she straightened, tilting her chin up slightly as she looked at him fully.

"The child will have a wet nurse and be given what she needs," she said, voice measured, controlled. "But she will not call me mother. I will not raise her as mine."

He nodded. "I do not ask you to."

She studied him for another moment, something unreadable flickering across her face before she turned toward the door. Without another word, she left the room, her steps steady, her back straight.

Edwyn did not move.

He stared at the empty space where she had stood, the fire casting flickering light across the chamber. The weight of the night pressed against his shoulders, settling deep in his bones.

He had told himself that time would ease things. That the whispers would die down, that the tension in his wife’s voice would fade, that one day, the child would simply be another part of their household, no more questioned than any other.

But even as he stood there, watching the flames, he could not quite bring himself to believe it.

The first memories she had were of winter, of frost clinging to the stone walls of Cerwyn Keep, turning the grey stone white in the early morning light. Snowdrifts rose high enough to swallow the courtyard, untouched and perfect until she and Cley ran through them, kicking up flurries with each step. The air was always sharp with cold, biting at her cheeks, slipping beneath the heavy wool of her cloak. It burned her lungs when she ran, but she never stopped. Cley’s laughter trailed behind her, loud and bright, as he tried and failed to catch her.

Winter was the only thing she had ever known. It was in the way the trees groaned under the weight of ice, their branches stretched thin and fragile against the sky, snapping when the wind blew too hard. It was in the way the river froze over so thick that even the horses could cross it without fear, the ice so smooth it looked like glass. It was in the way her breath curled before her lips, vanishing into the air, dissolving as though it had never been there at all.

There were days when the snow fell in thick sheets, piling high against the walls, blanketing the world in white. Those were the days she loved most, when the whole keep felt muffled, swallowed by the storm. She and Cley would press their faces to the windowpanes, watching as the flakes drifted down, catching in the torches by the gate. Sometimes they would sneak outside when no one was watching, their boots sinking deep into the drifts as they tried to outrun each other through the storm.

Other times, when the wind howled and the snow fell so fast it was impossible to see more than a few feet ahead, they were kept inside, left to entertain themselves within the stone halls. Cley always found ways to make the time pass—stealing pastries from the kitchens, challenging her to races up the winding stairwells, pestering the guards until they reluctantly agreed to let him hold a sword. She would follow after him, always close behind, always listening, always watching. She was quieter than him, more patient. She watched the way the men moved in the yard, memorized the way their hands fit around their weapons, the way their feet shifted in the snow. She watched the way the stable hands calmed the horses when the storms rattled the doors of the stables, the way the kitchen girls kept their voices low as they worked, their hands moving fast and sure.

She watched the way people looked at her when they thought she wasn’t paying attention.

The keep had always been home, but even as a child, she had known that something about her did not quite belong. The servants would pause when she passed, their eyes flicking toward her before darting away, their voices falling to quiet murmurs. The kitchen girls hushed each other when she entered, their hands still dusted with flour, their gazes lingering for a beat too long before returning to their work. The stable hands spoke with careful voices when they saddled her horse, looking anywhere but at her, their hands working fast, as if eager to be rid of the task.

The other children were different, too. They played in the mud, their hands grubby, their braids loose, their clothes torn at the knees from climbing trees they were not supposed to. They ran through the halls, leaving footprints behind on the stone, careless and laughing and full of life. They looked like the North, like the land itself had shaped them, like the mountains had made them strong, like the cold had toughened their bones. She was not like them.

Her hair was pale as fresh snowfall, fine and weightless, never holding a braid for long no matter how tightly it was woven. It fell loose against her shoulders, stark against the grey walls of the keep. Her skin, pale as morning light, never browned in the sun the way Cley’s did in the summers, never grew ruddy from the cold the way the other children’s did in winter. Her eyes, pale and strange, caught the torchlight in ways she did not understand. She looked nothing like Lord Cerwyn’s son. Nothing like his wife. Nothing like anyone in the North.

But Lord Cerwyn was her father.

She had always known it, because he had always made it so. When she was small, he lifted her onto his horse and let her hold the reins, his voice steady as he guided her hands, never letting her fall. He carried her in his arms when she was too tired to walk, his furs warm against her cheek, his steady breath rising and falling beneath her small hands. He placed her before him at the high table, sitting her beside Cley, making sure her cup was filled when no one else thought to. When she woke from dreams she could not remember, trembling in the dark, his voice was the first thing she reached for.

She called him father before she even knew what the word meant. His wife was different.

She was never cruel, never raised a hand against her, never looked at her with the same quiet disdain as the others. But she was not warm. She never called her daughter. Never reached for her hand. Never smoothed her hair the way she did with Cley. She was not unkind, but she was not kind either.

The first time she called her mother, it was an accident. She had fallen in the yard, her knees scraped raw against the cold stone, her hands trembling as she pushed herself up. The wind had knocked the breath from her lungs, left her blinking against the sharp sting of cold. Lord Cerwyn’s wife had been standing nearby, her skirts trailing against the dirt, her lips pressed into a thin line as she waited for the child to rise on her own.

She had looked up at her, small hands curled into fists, her breath still hitching in her throat.

"Mother."

The woman’s face did not change.

She did not scold her, did not frown, did not step forward to take her by the hand. She only watched her for a long moment, her expression unreadable, the firelight flickering in her dark eyes.

"Get up," was all she said.

So she did.

She never called her mother again after that. Not intentionally, at least. But sometimes it slipped.

It slipped when she was tired, when sleep pulled heavy at her limbs, her mind too sluggish to remember that she was supposed to keep the word behind her teeth. It slipped when she was sick, when fever blurred the edges of her vision, when the only voice she recognized was hers. It slipped when she was small, when she forgot herself.

And Lord Cerwyn’s wife never corrected her. Never turned her away. Never looked at her with anger the way she had feared. But she never answered either.

So she learned to stop saying it.

It was Lord Cerwyn who made it so that she never felt the weight of it pressing too heavily on her shoulders. He never wavered in his treatment of her, never let her think she was anything but his child. He spoke her name without hesitation, stood her beside him at feasts, placed a hand on her shoulder when she stood too stiffly in a hall full of people who barely hid their unease. He taught her how to ride, setting her atop a pony before she could walk on her own, guiding her hands as she clutched the reins, steadying her when she threatened to slip. He let her sit in the crook of his arm in the evenings, letting her drowse against his furs, speaking to her in a voice that rumbled low and steady like distant thunder. When she fell, he picked her up. When she failed, he told her to try again. When she asked him if she truly belonged, he did not answer with words, only with the unwavering presence of a father who had already decided long ago that she did.

But the North did not love her as he did. They called her the Ghost in the North.

The name was first spoken in the whispers of servants, in the murmurs of men who gathered too close to the fire, in the wary tones of visiting bannermen who looked at her and did not know what to make of her. The words spread from the mouths of cooks and stable hands, slipped past the lips of knights and guards, reached the ears of the highborn sons and daughters who had never known anything beyond the lands of their fathers. The name took root before she was old enough to truly understand it, but she felt it all the same.

She was too pale, too quiet, too unnatural in the way she moved. Her hair was white as untouched snow, fine as silk, loose and weightless in the cold northern air. Her skin never flushed in the cold, never took on the healthy red of the other children’s faces, never tanned under the summer sun. Her eyes were a color that did not belong here, something too light, too strange, something that caught the torchlight in ways that made men glance away. She moved like she was not meant to be seen, slipping between the trees like mist, running through the snow without leaving footprints, vanishing into the woods only to reappear hours later without a word. She never meant to move like a shadow, but she did.

She was faster than the others. She could climb higher, run farther, disappear into the hills before anyone knew she was gone. The first time she took a bow into her hands, it felt as though it had always been there. Her arrows flew true even before she understood how to aim, her hands steady, her breath never wavering even when her target moved. She was quick on a horse, learned to read its movements, to let it carry her as though they were one. She rode harder than the others, pushed herself faster, made sure no one could say she was unworthy. If she was not like them, she would be better than them. If they would not accept her, they would respect her.

Cley never cared for the whispers. He never heard them the way she did, never let them worm their way beneath his skin. He had never known a world without her in it. To him, she was his sister, no more, no less. He dragged her along behind him without question, called for her when the halls felt too empty, looped an arm around her shoulders as if daring the world to tell him she was not his blood. He did not fight her battles for her, did not step in when the whispers grew too sharp, because he knew she did not need him to. But he was always beside her. Always steady. Always there. It was through Cley that she met Cregan Stark.

Winterfell’s heir was little more than a boy when his father died, just thirteen years old when he took the seat of his ancestors. He was young, but not soft. He was quiet, but not weak. He carried his grief and his duty in equal measure, his shoulders squared beneath a weight that would have broken lesser men. He was steady like the roots of the Weirwood, sharp like the edge of an axe, cold like the winds that rolled over the frozen rivers at night. He was the North in a way that few men were.He and Cley were close. Best friends, as close as brothers. They spoke in ways that did not need words, understood each other without pretense.

She was not close with Cregan in the beginning. She had no claim to his attention, no reason to think he would look at her as anything but an oddity, something strange and unnatural lurking at the edges of his home. But he never treated her as the others did. He did not whisper, did not glance away when she caught his eye, did not speak her name like it was something fragile. He let her be. He did not push her to speak, did not challenge her silence, did not pretend not to notice when she slipped away from the halls to disappear into the woods. It was the first time she had met someone who did not look at her and expect her to be something other than what she was.

Cregan Stark had always known marriage was a part of his duty, an obligation that loomed steadily closer with every passing winter, but it had never been something that held his interest. He had watched other lords wed for alliances, for land, for bloodlines and politics, but none of that held meaning for him beyond the stark, simple truth that it was necessary. He had endured his council's gentle insistence that the North needed a Lady Stark, that Winterfell required heirs, that stability came through marriage and children, but he had never considered any woman with true intention. That was, until the day he truly saw her for the first time, until the day the Ghost in the North stepped fully into his path and altered everything he thought he knew about what he wanted.

He had known her nearly all his life, known her as Cley Cerwyn’s quiet, shadowy sister who rode like a storm and moved through the woods like a wolf. She had always been there at the edges of his vision, present but distant, a pale figure who seemed to haunt the periphery of every gathering without ever quite being part of it. She was different from the women who paraded themselves before him at every feast, their eyes hopeful, their smiles carefully arranged. They laughed softly, whispered promises and veiled flattery, but he had never felt compelled to listen. She was different because she did none of those things. She did not care to flatter or impress him, did not soften herself to gain his attention. Instead, she challenged him. She argued with him openly, meeting his eyes without hesitation, asking questions that left him searching for answers he’d never considered. She made him uncertain, made him pause, made him think.

And then he began watching her. He noticed how she rode, fluid and effortless, leaning low against her horse’s neck, her hair flying behind her like white fire as she cut through the fields faster than any man. He noticed how she held a bow, how she loosed her arrows with practiced ease, her aim sharp and deadly accurate, each shaft finding its target without fail. He noticed how she stood straight-backed and proud despite the whispers, despite the veiled glances, despite the way others spoke her name in quiet voices as if she were something forbidden. He saw her clearly for perhaps the first time, and he realized then how unlike anyone else she truly was.

At first, he told himself he was merely curious. He found himself lingering longer in the Cerwyn courtyard, inventing reasons to speak with her after training or during hunts. He made subtle gestures, offers to ride alongside her, to shoot together at targets in the yard. She treated each offer with wary suspicion, her eyes narrowed slightly as if expecting some hidden cruelty behind his invitation. Yet still, he persisted, driven by a need he couldn't quite name.

It was not until one day, when he caught her alone at the archery range, that he finally spoke openly. He had been watching from the edge of the courtyard as she loosed arrows in rapid succession, each one hitting the center with unerring precision. She paid him no mind, continuing until the quiver was empty, then moved to retrieve the arrows from the target. He crossed the yard and stopped just short of her, watching as she pulled the arrows free.

“You shoot truer than most of my men,” Cregan remarked, forcing ease into his voice, though his pulse quickened at the sight of her.

She glanced over her shoulder, pale eyes guarded, fingers tightening briefly around the arrows she held. “Only most?”

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. “Perhaps all.”

She turned fully to face him then, standing straight-backed and wary, gaze unflinching beneath the pale sweep of her hair. “Why have you come, Lord Stark?”

He hesitated only briefly before stepping closer. “To speak with you.”

She raised an eyebrow, watching him carefully, suspicion flickering beneath her steady gaze. “You’ve never lacked words before. Why is today any different?”

Cregan met her eyes steadily, drawing a breath to steel himself. “Because I am considering marriage.”

She laughed once, the sound short and sharp, edged with bitterness. Turning her back to him, she placed the arrows carefully into the quiver. “Then you ought to seek out my brother. Cley knows half a dozen Northern ladies who would gladly bear your heirs.”

“That isn’t my meaning,” he said quietly, his voice calm yet firm.

She stilled instantly, her hand freezing over the quiver before she slowly turned back, eyes narrowed sharply in wary disbelief. “Then speak plainly, my lord. What do you mean?”

He moved a step closer, his voice measured and steady. “I mean that I am considering you.”

She stared at him, expression unreadable as silence stretched long between them. Finally, she shook her head slightly, her voice low and cautious, tinged with suspicion. “Is this my brother’s notion, or your own?”

“It is mine,” he said firmly, holding her gaze. “Mine alone.”

She shook her head again, stepping back as though his words might sting her. “Why do you torment me with this? Is it some game, a jest for your amusement? I thought better of you, Cregan Stark.”

Frustration tightened his jaw as he stepped toward her, unwilling to let her withdraw further. “There is no jest here. Why would you doubt my honesty?”

Her gaze sharpened, her voice rising, edged now with hurt and anger. “Because no lord in his right mind would wed the Ghost. Do you think me blind or deaf? I hear every whisper, every lie spoken behind my back. They say I am no Northerner, that I will betray these lands one day and flee south to claim some birthright that is not mine. Even if you do not think it, your bannermen do. They would never accept this.”

Cregan shook his head slowly, voice steady, unwavering despite the anger that burned quietly in her eyes. “I care nothing for what they say.”

She let out a bitter breath, eyes glinting sharply. “You should. They will never let you forget it.”

He stepped closer still, carefully grasping her wrist, gentle yet insistent. “Look at me,” he commanded softly, waiting until she met his gaze. “Do you truly think I care what they whisper? I have watched you for years. I have seen you stand stronger than men twice your age. I have watched you hunt and ride with skill unmatched by any knight sworn to me. You bow to no one, you fear no whispers. You challenge me in ways no one else ever could. Why would I seek another to stand by my side when you are here before me?”

She stared at him, her breathing shallow, lips parted slightly, uncertain and hesitant. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely audible, fragile and tentative as never before. “I do not believe you. I cannot.”

His grip on her wrist loosened slightly, though he did not let go. “Then let me prove my words,” he murmured, holding her gaze steadily, stepping closer so that his voice was little more than a breath. “Allow me the chance to show you the truth of them.”

She hesitated, eyes desperately searching his face for any hint of deceit, for cruelty or mockery, yet finding none. Her voice broke softly on a single word. “Why?”

Cregan leaned closer, voice quiet, certain and unwavering. “Because now that I have seen you clearly, I can see no one else.”

She pulled back then, breaking the contact as though burned, still uncertain, still afraid, yet the doubt in her eyes had softened into something else, something hopeful but guarded. She said nothing more, merely turned and walked quickly away, leaving Cregan standing alone in the yard, watching her retreating figure and knowing, deep in his bones, that he had chosen rightly. He would prove himself to her, no matter how long it took.

Cregan did not court her in the way of noblemen. He did not send her songs or write poetry, did not lay delicate gifts of silk or jewels before her. Instead, he rode with her through the deep woods beyond Winterfell, keeping pace beside her in silence, the thunder of hooves their only conversation. He hunted with her, watching as she tracked deer through snow so thick it muffled every sound, her pale figure a blur between the trees. He learned from her, watched how she moved like a shadow, mimicking her steps, imitating the way she lowered herself into a crouch, bow drawn and ready, silent and still as stone. He did not try to impress her, did not boast of his own skill, but watched her closely, quietly impressed by the certainty with which she moved, the ease with which she read the land and the sky. They spoke rarely on these journeys, exchanging few words beyond what was needed, but he learned more about her in those quiet moments than he ever had before.

When they sparred, he did not hold back, did not treat her as if she were made of glass. He faced her in the yard with a blunt sword in hand, pushing her harder than any other opponent would have dared. He struck with measured blows, testing her defenses, forcing her to move swiftly, to think ahead. He never made it easy for her, never allowed her to win merely to please her, because he knew she would resent it. Instead, he challenged her, drove her to become sharper, faster, stronger. And each time he knocked her down, he extended a hand and pulled her back to her feet, never saying more than a simple command to try again. He was patient, relentless, persistent, a quiet force always at her side, never demanding her attention, but never wavering from her either. She did not understand why he kept returning, why he chose to spend his days trailing after her through the woods or sparring beneath the grey sky until the sun sank low. She could not comprehend why he, a lord who could choose any noble lady in the North, would choose her. She suspected cruelty behind his quiet words, expected betrayal in his lingering gaze, waited for the moment when he would laugh and tell her that it had all been a cruel jest after all. Each time he appeared at her side, she was cautious, wary, questioning every motive, every gesture, every quiet offer of companionship.

“Why do you insist on wasting your time?” she asked finally, breathing hard from the sparring, hair tangled and damp from exertion as she lifted her chin, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. “Surely there is some lady waiting patiently at Winterfell, someone more suitable to be Lady Stark than a ghost who can barely stand your presence.”

Cregan considered her carefully, a quiet gentleness flickering in his grey eyes, the edge of a smile tugging at his mouth. “Perhaps I do not wish for someone who merely tolerates me,” he replied evenly. “Perhaps what I seek is someone who meets my gaze without fear, who refuses to yield simply because I command it. Someone who challenges me rather than obeys me without question. A woman who walks at my side, not behind me. There is none more fitting than you.”

She let out a short, bitter breath, eyes narrowing sharply with suspicion. “Pretty words come easily, Cregan Stark. I have heard whispers all my life—I know what your bannermen say about me. How can I trust that you are different? How can I believe you do not share their opinion, that you do not see me as something strange and unnatural?”

He stepped closer to her, unyielding, voice low and firm. “Because I have never hidden behind whispers. Every word I speak, I say openly, plainly. You know this as well as anyone.”

She hesitated, something unreadable flickering in her eyes, her fingers tightening briefly around the grip of her sword before she turned abruptly, walking toward her horse without another word. He watched her go, unwilling to follow, unwilling to push further, knowing it would only make her retreat further. He would let her consider what he had said. He knew he had not yet convinced her, but he had patience enough to wait. He would not give up so easily.

He would ride with her again tomorrow, and the day after, and every day after that until she understood that he was not playing a game. Until she saw clearly that he meant to have her by his side, no matter what it took or how long he had to wait.

It was in the heart of winter when she finally saw the truth clearly. The snows had come early, blanketing the North beneath thick layers of ice and frost, turning the Wolfswood into a place of shadow and silence, the air frozen into something sharp enough to cut flesh. She and Cley had been out hunting in the deeper woods, riding hard as they always did, pushing further than was wise or safe in pursuit of the stag they had glimpsed between the trees. Cregan had ridden with them as always, quiet and steady at her side, his grey eyes watchful beneath the dark fur of his hood. They had followed the tracks further than they had intended, deeper into the Wolfswood than even she knew well, where the trees pressed close and the daylight grew thin and grey.

 It was then that the storm came, sudden and fierce, rolling in from nowhere to wrap the woods in blinding snow. Visibility vanished in moments, the trees swallowed whole by swirling white flakes, the ground beneath their horses’ hooves becoming treacherous and uncertain. Cley shouted something lost beneath the howl of the wind, the horses shifting nervously as they struggled to see beyond the wall of snow. She urged her mount forward, trying to find their path back, but the snow fell so thickly it felt impossible to tell one direction from another. Her horse stumbled suddenly, sliding sharply sideways, pitching her from the saddle and sending her tumbling into the drifts. She hit the ground hard, the air knocked from her chest, snow stinging her face and hands as she struggled back to her feet. She called for Cley, for Cregan, but the wind stole the words from her mouth, leaving her alone in a storm that felt like it could tear her apart. She moved blindly, stumbling through snowdrifts that rose above her knees, her cloak heavy and wet with ice, her breath ragged and harsh against the cold. She could not see anything, could barely breathe, her throat burning as panic rose sharply in her chest, tightening around her heart. 

Then she heard him call her name, clear and strong, breaking through the storm with a voice that carried like steel, steady and unwavering, guiding her toward him. She moved toward the sound, desperate and half-blind, following the faint shape of him through the storm until she finally reached his side. His hand found hers immediately, fingers tightening securely, reassuringly warm even through the thick leather of their gloves. He pulled her close, his body shielding hers from the worst of the wind, guiding her toward shelter. They found the hollow beneath an ancient tree, deep enough to keep out the worst of the storm. Inside, the wind was quieter, though still fierce enough to shake the branches overhead. Cley was not with them. Her heart twisted sharply at the realization, panic flickering briefly across her face as she tried to pull free, intent on returning into the storm. But Cregan did not let go. 

"Stay," he shouted above the howl of the wind, his voice fierce with command, his grip unyielding. "Cley knows these woods better than anyone. He'll have found shelter. I won't lose you trying to find him." 

She wanted to argue, wanted to fight him, to tear herself away and rush back into the storm, but something in his face stopped her, something deep and powerful and desperate. She had never seen him afraid before, had never seen him so openly worried. The realization struck her with a force greater than the storm itself, shaking something loose in her chest, something she had been holding tight for far too long. He was afraid of losing her. Not because of duty or honor or pride, but because he could not bear it, because the thought of her lost in the storm frightened him more than anything he had faced before. She stared up at him, breathing heavily, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. 

"Why are you doing this?" she asked finally, her voice nearly swallowed by the wind. "Why do you care so much?" He moved closer, tilting her chin up gently, forcing her to meet his eyes fully. 

"Because I love you," he said, his voice steady, quiet but carrying clearly through the storm. "Because the thought of losing you scares me in ways I never knew possible."

She blinked snow from her lashes, searching his face desperately for the lie she had always expected to find there, for some hidden cruelty or jest, but there was nothing but honesty, stark and clear in his eyes, unmasked by the storm. She had always thought the truth would break her, yet now it only left her standing strangely whole. Her throat tightened, words impossible, so she nodded slowly instead, fingers curling tighter around his. He squeezed her hand once, pulling her closer, holding her firmly against him until the worst of the wind passed, until the snow finally began to ease, until they could hear Cley's distant voice calling their names, guiding them home through the slowly fading storm.

After that night, the world around her shifted quietly, subtly, like snow settling after a storm. The whispers did not cease entirely, but they softened, became less frequent, less sharp at the edges. Cregan’s presence at her side became constant, certain, a quiet, steady force that she no longer questioned. He did not ask for more than she could give, did not rush her toward decisions she was not ready to make, but he was there, a silent reminder that he would not falter, would not turn away, would not abandon her as she had always feared someone might. Over the weeks that followed, he rode with her, hunted with her, matched his steps to hers without hesitation, proving time and again that his promise was true. Gradually, she began to trust him, began to believe the quiet sincerity that shone steadily in his eyes each time he looked at her. Her heart still beat faster when he drew close, uncertainty still lingered at the edges of her thoughts, but now she found herself willing to face it, willing to believe he meant what he said.

When the day finally came, it was quiet, without fanfare, without elaborate ceremony or flourish. They wed beneath the pale branches of the weirwood, deep within the godswood of Winterfell, surrounded by nothing but snow and silence, and the quiet circle of those they trusted most. There were no great banners, no trumpets or feasts to mark their union. There was only the whisper of winter wind through the branches, the gentle creak of ice-laden limbs shifting overhead, and the soft crunch of snow beneath their feet. She stood before Cregan, her cloak pale and heavy around her shoulders, her silver hair cascading loose and unbound like moonlit frost, her breath rising steadily into the cold air. Her pale eyes were steady as she gazed into his, unafraid and unwavering, knowing with a quiet certainty that he meant every vow he spoke.

He had chosen her despite everything the world whispered. Yet here she stood, heart steady despite the chill in the air, pulse calm even though everything had changed around her. She did not tremble, she did not flinch, even as the wind bit at her skin, even as snow settled gently in her hair. She had never felt so certain, so unshakably calm. Beside her, Cregan stood strong and unwavering, shoulders squared, his cloak dark and thick against the snow, his grey eyes fixed entirely on her. She saw nothing but warmth in his gaze, steady as the mountains, gentle as the wind through the pines, his voice quiet yet sure as he spoke the vows. He did not falter when he named her his wife, did not hesitate to join his life with hers, though he knew as well as she did that the choice was not an easy one. His voice echoed softly in the godswood, clear and steady, never wavering, never uncertain. He chose her fully, knowing what it meant, knowing how fiercely the North might resist it, but never looking away.

When the vows had been said and the ceremony ended, there was no applause, no celebration, no cheering or shouting or laughter ringing through the halls. There was only the silence of snow falling softly, steadily, blanketing the ground around them, covering their tracks as though nothing else existed but that moment beneath the watchful gaze of the old gods. Lord Cerwyn stood quietly to the side, watching her with pride and quiet relief, something like sorrow and acceptance mingled in his eyes. Beside him stood Cley, his expression a mix of fierce loyalty and joy, unmasked and open in ways that spoke louder than any words he might have said. But it was Cregan she held onto, his hands clasped tightly around hers, his warmth seeping into her skin, the weight of his promise anchoring her to the earth. He looked at her openly, unafraid, accepting her as she was, claiming her not as the ghost, not as an outsider, but as his wife, the one woman he had freely chosen above all others.

 When they turned to face the few who had gathered, she felt the shift immediately. The eyes watching her were not those of curiosity or wariness but of quiet acceptance. They did not whisper, did not glance aside, did not hide their faces behind raised hands. They saw her clearly now, perhaps for the first time, not as something unnatural, not as something other, but as Lady Stark, the woman who would stand beside their lord and hold Winterfell with him. No one spoke as the ceremony ended, no cheers rang out through the godswood, no songs were sung, but the silence felt different now. It was peaceful rather than uncertain, accepting rather than hesitant. 

The North would never again see her as simply the Ghost who haunted Cerwyn’s halls, as something strange and foreign. They would see her as the woman who stood beside Cregan Stark, who bore his cloak, who had pledged herself beneath the weirwood, who was now bound to Winterfell in ways no whispers could undo. As the small gathering dispersed, leaving her standing beside her husband beneath the watchful eyes of the gods, she realized fully for the first time what it meant. She had not only chosen him; he had chosen her in return. She belonged now, not because she had finally changed, not because she had proven herself worthy through skill with a bow or strength in the saddle, but simply because he had decided she was his equal, his match. She had spent her entire life running from whispers, struggling against suspicion and doubt, fighting to prove she was enough. Now she felt nothing but a quiet, deep-rooted certainty that none of that mattered anymore. 

The North had no choice but to accept her because the Wolf of Winterfell had taken her as his own. She was not merely tolerated or begrudgingly permitted; she was the Lady of Winterfell, the woman who would stand beside the Wolf when winter storms battered their gates. The weight of that understanding settled deep inside her, lifting burdens she had carried silently all her life. As they stood alone beneath the pale branches of the weirwood after the others had drifted quietly away, she felt a strange, deep-rooted peace for the first time. Cregan reached out, taking her hand in his, their fingers intertwining tightly, silently sealing the promise between them. 

"Do you regret it?" he asked softly, his voice barely louder than the whisper of snow against branches. 

She met his gaze, felt warmth blossom deep within her chest as she shook her head slowly. "Never," she whispered, her voice steady, certain in a way she had never known possible before this moment. "I never will."

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SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON 1 FINALE

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Hello. So Buddy’s a key.

Prepare for more mind blowing never-before-heard statements such as that last one.

As we can already assume, Buddy was not always a key: he was human before being put through a (dubiously ethical) process that turned him into a key, presumably by whoever the “Old Man” of Ex-Libris is. He and Violet were working together to turn him human again, and we don’t know exactly what they need to do that yet.

So far what we do know is Buddy’s been specifically following Chase into the books: not the keys themselves, or Deacon and Prunella.

Bearing that in mind, I would like to propose that in order for Buddy to stop being a key, he needs a candidate to take his place. And for some reason outside of his control, the most likely candidate is Chase.

Not sure why exactly, maybe Chase’s personality matches the character key he would correspond to— which is proobably our resident Hero key, Goldie. I’ll get back to that, just a sec—

Punko said a couple of things in the season finale Q&A that caught my attention, mostly about Buddy’s irises being drawn differently from the human characters. It turns out they’re moonstones with a smooth cabochon cut instead of the OG keys’ faceted gem irises. But I’ll get back to that too, hold your horse gods—

OK, Chase being compatible with Goldie. The other thing was when Punko mentioned that in the book world, key holders tend to get sorted into either hero or side-character based on how much they take control of their life choices. Specifically that Deacon’s arc the whole season thus far has been about becoming the hero of his own life; when asking for things to go his way doesn’t cut it and especially when his friends and family are in danger, Deacon learned he needed to make things go his way himself and just take action. (Can relate…)

When Buddy said Chase “might be useful after all,” in episode 23, it was after Chase had made so much craziness happen in a book about cats trying to “Parent Trap” Stagtown cameos, that it was going fully off the rails- and through quick thinking and sheer trying things he got the book to a satisfying and frankly more entertaining conclusion. You know, Chase is just like that.

My guess for how Buddy needs to swap places with Chase is he just needs Chase and Goldie to be in the same book together before he initiates something on his end, and then Chase would… merge with Goldie in the book? Which makes me worried for Goldie too, if that’s what does indeed happen😥Idk. (Maybe that’s part of why Buddy talks like the most Disney Villain mustache-twirling theater nerd of all time, too, his mind’s been combined with the Villain key’s to become Nox.)

Buddy didn’t know that they had found Goldie until Prunella revealed herself, finally he has everything he needs, and I think he was hurt enough to unhappily consider going through with the plan- but then of course drama happened and they came to an understanding in the book and it was GREAT🥲

Still, even though Buddy’s decided he won’t go through with it, I have a feeling that it will end up happening somehow. Because Drama.

But enough of that, all that theory up there? Who cares, whatever, that’s all build up for my REAL point:

Buddy’s key form has a moon theme, and moonstone cabochon eyeballs,

Thus I propose

Get ready

You’ll never believe it

Chase with

☀️SUN☀️ STONE YORBS

(My god, what a feat of Logic)

Oh!! Oh oh, and Yes, the metallic striations (usually hematite?) can appear teal, pink, and yellow AKA Chase’s colors as a card-carrying 1980’s vaporwave pop punk lad— it’s almost like it was planned or something 😈

*maniacal cackling

ROCKS!!!!

[loveshotzz]

He’s not tech savvy, and he doesn’t really like to be laughed at. It doesn’t stop you from giggling under your breath at every wrong button he presses. The lag on the connection from the remote to the TV consistently getting letters wrong.

“If you don’t stop…” he mutters, frustrated. The curl you love so much falling over his glasses while he leans further forward on the couch. He squints at the television, jutting the remote toward the screen in an angry thrust just to accidentally hit ‘delete’. You break, letting out a loud laugh that wakes Bandit up from his nap on the dog bed. Steve can’t help it, he laughs too, a chuckle birthed from how annoyed he is trying to set up a ‘party watch’ for the Friday the 13th movies with Peach and Eddie in New York.

It made his heart soften at any hint of his best friend that he found in you. Smirking to himself when you mentioned watching them whenever a Friday the 13th happened to fall. It’s like Ed spoke through you. So he made a whole plan for it — a stay at home date night where he made snacks, ordered cannolis, got a good fall candle, and set the lights to an eerie low red.

And it would be perfect if he could figure out how to get the fucking link to work.

“If you think it’s so easy, why don’t you do it tough girl?” he asks, putting the remote on the center cushion on the couch, “Go ahead, show me how smart you are.”

“You’re just not being patient,” you tease in a measured, holier-than-thou tone, “You have to be one with the remote.”

“Okay,” he says smoothly, “Show me then, karate kid. Show me how to become one with the remote.”

You can smell the spice and cedar on him when he inches closer, big hand closing over yours while you take the remote in your hand, slowly spelling out Eddie’s email address for the invite on the screen. A silence falls between you, feeling the scruff of his five o’clock shadow near your cheek.

“You’re showin’ off, angel,” he murmurs, he breath coasting over your ear.

“So what if I am?” you ask headily, turning your head so your lips nearly brush. The remote drops between you, noses teasing against each other with gentle smiles on your lips, eyes closing.

Steve’s phone rings, Eddie’s ringtone — Creep by Radiohead blowing from the speaker.

“Hold that thought,” Steve sighs. He picks up, screen reflecting himself back when he realizes it’s a FaceTime call.

“‘Yyyello,” Steve says, settling the phone against a mug of decaf on the coffee table. You sigh at the way he can’t help but answer the phone like a geriatric.

“I’ve been waiting for this invite for like, twenty minutes — what’s the deal?” Eddie asks, from the background it looks like his phone is in a similar spot. Halloween decorations set and ready, fairy lights flickering orange and purple hanging prettily on the wall.

“We’re getting there man, relax,” Steve says, taking his glasses off to massage the bridge of his nose, “Technical difficulties.”

“Or you just don’t know how to do it,” he grins, “Where’s your girl? Ask if she can help.”

“I’m trying,” you pipe up, putting yourself in the frame and waving.

“Hey lady,” he smiles lazily, “You teachin’ him a thing or two?’

“Every day,” you smile back.

“They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks,” Eddie shrugs, “So…”

“Well, you’re older than me, so,” Steve bites back.

“Ooh, I love when you’re a little mean,” Ed flirts, “Do it again.”

“The invite should come in for you in a couple minutes, are you on the main page? It’ll pop up there,” you say, picking the remote up again.

“Yeah, I’m ready when you are,” he nods. You both can hear the lock click in Ed’s apartment, his face splitting into a smile and gentle eyes.

“Hey baby,” he says to his wife off screen, “Com’ere we’re gonna watch Jason with St—”

Off camera you can hear Peach’s voice, soft, and laced with a hint of disappointment, “You decorated…”

His face quirks, “Yeah, d-do you not like it?”

“I like it but…you um, you did it without me. We were supposed to do it together.”

“Oh, honey,” he frowns, “Wait no, don’t frown like that — Peach…”

Eddie looks at the screen, “Sorry guys, can you send the invite in like a half hour? Peach, sweetheart, I’m so sorry…don’t be upset…I — fuck, hold on — Yeah, send it in like a half hour — bye.”

The call disconnects, leaving you both sitting there in the glow of the TV, the cursor blinking waiting for you to click ‘Invite’ now that Eddie’s email was successfully entered.

“All that and now we have to wait,” Steve snaps, “He’s never on time.”

“I feel bad,” you give a small pout in solidarity, “She sounded so sad.”

“She’ll get over it,” Steve lets out a breath, shaking his head like he’s used to this, “She just wants some attention. Speaking of…”

“Speaking of…?” you respond, turning toward him on the couch.

“We were having a lot of fun before we were interrupted,” Steve smiles, leaning forward, lips skimming your cheek to press a kiss by your ear, “And I can think of a few good ways to kill a half hour.”

- not Carol, oh wait, yes it is

🥺 i’ve been selfish and kept this to myself for a little while and have been reading it when i get overwhelmed at work. you spoil me bf 🥺💕 I love him so much.

[girl-debord]

River's 13 Punk & Metal Albums of 2024

13. Paprika - Let's Kill Punk

As one of the more conventional hardcore albums on this list, Paprika's debut LP stands out by doubling down on everything I love about the genre. The bass is rough, rough, rough, and the vocals sound like they were recorded in a storm drain, giving the album an almost-live quality. The only thing it loses points for is being so short, but even that's in the spirit of hardcore.

Favorite track: Greasy Pig Disease

12. drive your plow over the bones of the dead - tragedy as catharsis

I know, I know. Yes, Gen X followers, it's an emoviolence album. If the high-pitched vocals & aversion to capitalization don't scare you off, I think you'll enjoy how this sound is pushing the powerviolence formula forward. It is possible to be sad & kick ass at the same time.

Favorite track: arrangement

11. Traumatizer - Traumatizer

This is a 12-minute/7-song hardcore debut that won me over almost instantly. The vocals remind me a bit of early Nausea, and the bass-forward breakdowns are scratching that NJ hardcore itch that I've had since Sick Shit broke up.

Favorite track: Outnumbered

10. Paysage D'Hiver - Die Berge

Paysage D'Hiver embodies that horseshoe theory approach to atmospheric black metal--when you make something noisy & lo-fi enough, it starts to sound ambient. To put it a different way, this album has more in common with a lot of my favorite dungeon synth releases than most conventional metal. It uses repetition to its advantage & really gets that bleak, wintry vibe across. That being said, how often do I have nearly two hours to dedicate to a single album? Maybe a girl with a longer commute would rank this one a little higher.

Favorite track: Transzendenz II

9. Thou - Umbilical

It's been way too long since we had a proper Thou album. Needless to say, I was stoked about this one. Umbilical is overall less sludgy, often speeding things up for more hardcore- and grunge-adjacent tracks, but it keeps the vocal style and metal guitar sounds that Thou is so known for. It doesn't feel as thematic or directional as most of their earlier releases, but it gets at the stuff I like without being similar enough to feel stagnant.

Favorite track: I Feel Nothing When You Cry

8. Poison Ruïn - Confrere

Poison Ruïn left themselves big shoes to fill with last year's Härvest, but that's one of my favorite albums of all time, so I'm trying to cut them some slack. The new sound they bring with Confrere is a little less focused on stenchore-nostalgic riffs and has more in common with old-school hardcore. It works really well on a few notable songs--like the title track--but the rest of the album feels a bit like filler (even the dungeon synth parts, which are still pretty strong). I think there's just not enough going on on this album to turn a few great songs into a great album--but damn, those great songs really are great.

Favorite track: Execute

7. Bootlicker - 1000 Yd. Stare

I somehow missed this album when it came out in May, so when I finally listened to it a couple weeks ago, I had to totally rearrange this list to fit it in. It's worth it--Bootlicker brings an unlikely combination of clunky d-beat production & oi-tinged vocals that ended up sticking with me more than I expected it to. The band also seems to have hit its stride in using the military/military-fetish theming to maximum caustically-ironic effect.

Favorite track: Mercy Dog

6. S.H.I.T. - For A Better World

Some of the best drumming from this year in the vehicle of an extremely short lo-fi hardcore record. It feels like a Discharge demo tape performed with a sneer and stimulants. I only wish it was longer, even just that last track could keep going for 10 minutes & this might be my #1 pick.

Favorite track: Imminent Destruction

5. Lagrimas - A Life of Destruction

I've been keeping up with Lagrimas for a few years and I'm excited to say that their first LP cashes in--and improves--on everything I love about their recorded material up to this point. The grind drum licks, the lacrimose emo guitars, the post-rock song structures--it's all here & turned up to 11. The Habak features are great, but the band really stands on its own now. If I had to pick something to complain about, it would be the extended dialogue sampled in the middle of the album, but even that contributes to the overall tone. More than anything, I'm really excited to see people my age doing something new with the crust punk genre.

Favorite track: Cultural Destruction.

4. Trhä - ∫um'ad∂ejja cavvaj

Damián Ojeda's project Trhä had crossed my path before with albums that combined black metal & dungeon synth with a mix of softer electronic sounds and danceable drum machine tracks. This album, on the other hand, is much more traditional, but I find myself drawn to it because of that--it seems to descend into a primordial era of black metal where the realms of crust punk and death metal aren't so far away. Maybe that's only the hallucination of a poor traveller lost in the world of Trhä's atmospheric invention, missing her precious d-beats, but the madness this album has afflicted me with isn't going anywhere. The tremolo picking starts to sound like bowed strings & juggles minor and major keys under howling vocals. I'm totally entranced.

Favorite track: ah qältak da £ä Kado£ m £ä Nahatlav

3. POLLUTE. - Microplastics, Massive Profits

https://pollute.bandcamp.com/album/microplastics-massive-profits

POLLUTE's demo tape back in May had already put them on my list of acts to keep an eye on. This album is everything I had hoped to see from them, and so shortly after that first release too. In a genre as niche as d-beat punk, it's impressive to get so much variety on a single album--at only 20 minutes long, no less. "Castle Freaks" does something to the style I've never heard before, and I can't wait to hear more innovations like it--and that's not even the high point of the album for me. POLLUTE's got the right mix of cruster craziness & hardcore deliberateness, bringing very controlled breakdowns to their most off-the-walls tracks. It rules.

Favorite track: Cancer They Create

2. Lifeless Dark - Forces of Nature's Transformation

https://lifelessdark.bandcamp.com/album/forces-of-natures-transformation

The first time I heard this, I stood there with my mouth open through, like, the first three tracks. I just can't believe anyone is making music like this in 2024. Holy shit. The reverb-y vocals, the Bolt-Thrower-esque riffage, it's all perfect. Lifeless Dark doesn't just worship the stenchcore gods, they understand them.

Favorite track: Feeding the Light

1. Kriegshög - Love & Revenge

https://lavidaesunmus.bandcamp.com/album/love-revenge

There's nothing like a band you've never been super attached to releasing a completely flawless album. From the first note I just couldn't believe what I was hearing--it's an incredible balance of being legible and--dare I say it--catchy while being totally uncompromising on the drive of d-beat hardcore. The vocals are shouted with just a hint of a shriek that gives the lyrics an urgency unhindered by language barriers. The guitars are fuzzy and distorted but kept under tight control, passing melodies back & forth and dropping out to let the drums shine at key junctures. It's beautiful. It's Motörhead a few decades after being abducted into a post-apocalyptic alternate universe when the bloodlust has really started to sink in. I hold Kriegshög fully responsible for making me start working on a new spiky leather jacket & knocking over college kids in the train station, plus any other acts of depravity from this year not fit to print. This album has become my mantra, my pulse, my anthem.

Favorite track: Grey Agony

[etz-ashashiyot]

I'm bored and stuck waiting and happened to remember that on my old blog I had made this statement:

Since I have a minute, I figured I'd finally drop the list with some brief explanations:

1. By Way Of Sorrow - Coyote Grace version

This song and its lyrics, especially as sung by a queer/trans bluegrass band, could not be more Jew-ish in vibe. I am aware this is a cover, but I have only ever heard their version and that's the one that matters to me. I love love love this song, so much, and it perfectly captures how I feel about having been welcomed into the Jewish people after years of exclusion and othering from numerous other quarters. Am Yisrael has taken me in, treated me like family, connected me to the Divine, healed my wounds, and helped me feel as whole as one can in a broken and unredeemed world - while giving me the tools to join the work of tikkun olam myself.

2. The Farthest Field - The Lumber Jills version

This is the best version I could find; the original I was shown I can't find but will link if I do. This song was actually introduced to me by one of my orthodox rabbis, and I agree with him that it can be understood as a beautiful image of geulah.

3. Hallelujah - Coyote Grace & Girlyman

This one just makes me happy, and the words, message, and themes are very on-brand for Jewish vibes as well in my opinion.

4. Be Thou My Vision - old Irish Hymn (this version and this version are my favorites)

This one is very obviously a hymn and therefore decidedly Not Jewish. On the other hand, the words aren't so explicitly Christian that it rules out use by Jews (in my opinion) and especially if you translate the words into Hebrew, it sounds just like a traditional piyyut. (@springstarfangirl if you want to add your beautiful translation, please feel free!)

5. Down to the River to Pray - Alison Krauss

This is one where I do think the lyrics are a lot closer to being Christian specific, but it makes the list for a couple reasons: first, I've encountered it in Jewish-specific contexts without modification (one of our rabbis actually had us sing it like a regular song during zemirot), and second, there's a modified version by Nefesh Mountain that's quite enjoyable.

6. Whither Thou Goest - traditional

Yes, this one is a hymn too, but the words are directly quoting the Book of Ruth - her famous vows to Naomi, and to the Jewish people - and so it's already practically a Jewish song. It also has a special place of pride for me as a ger, and also because I used it as my wedding song in both the English (as heard in this version) and I also transliterated the Hebrew for our singer to do as well. It works nicely in both languages!

7. Roll the Ol' Chariot - David Coffin

This one I think is a little less direct, but I love it and included it for two reasons: first, it's a song of getting through it and surviving and thriving under tough circumstances, and second, you could very easily put liturgy to this melody instead.

8. For the Autumn Sky - traditional

Ignoring the last verse, this hymn could be very easily adapted into a beautiful Sukkot melody. For the last verse, I'd either simply leave it out, or one could write a Sukkot or Tu Bishvat themed verse to distinguish it. Incidentally, this was one of my favorite hymns growing up.

9. Sanctuary - Shaker melody

The video for this one is obviously mega-Christian, but it's on the list because we actually sing it all the time in shul and it has a special place in my memory from going to camp as a kid. Our shul is definitely not the only one who uses it in a Jewish context, either: this version by Cantor Julia Cadrain is really lovely.

10. Genesis 3:23 - The Mountain Goats

Where are my fellow Mountain Goats fans?? I know you're out there, lol. Look, I know that John Darnielle is coming at this from a Christian perspective, but two things: first of all, TMG has a number of Jewish fans I think at least in part because the lyrics speak deeply to the specific feelings around life (and other people) being horrible to you, surviving, and thriving even in the wake of deep trauma. Second of all, I think this one in particular brings up a number of interesting ideas about the meaning of home, of homecoming, of returning to a home that no longer really exists in the same way, and of exile and redemption. What would it look like to return to Gan Eden? Is this what geulah is supposed to look like, at least in some interpretations? What does it mean if not?

Anyway, this is it for now, but I may add to this list later, because there are definitely a few more! Please also feel free to add your own in the notes!

[balrogballs]

Omg I just saw you were part of the Narnia fandom and Ms Balls, thou art a woman of impeccable taste. Gun to your head, Lewis or Tolkien?

Hahaha no no, I wasn’t part of the fandom in a traditional sense aka I wasn’t on here, I just wrote a couple of fics for it in my mid teens because I really enjoy the books!

Also re your question, the choice would have been harder if Lewis stopped just before Horse and His Boy + The Last Battle lol. I absolutely adore all the other Narnia stories, and I read them at a way younger age than Tolkien so it would have been an easy choice…

… but till now I can remember the day 10 year old me finished reading the Calormen/Tash/Tashbaan storylines and the very slow unravelling of complete disgust in me — a non-religious child with Muslim and Jewish parents — at how these books, which had such depth even in their simplistic prose, did such a deliberately horrid, revolting, and frankly lazy portrayal of “the Muslim country” and “their demon god” that as much as I loved Narnia and still enjoy the other books, the memory of that first read means I’m frankly never going to put them in my faves list.

Like it’s not that I was an oversensitive child or even solely because of the mixed faith family thing, I was not even a very observant reader re diversity stuff, I was ten. Tolkien may have been a man of his time and there are tons of biases and stereotypes in LOTR but Calormen was just. Fucking mindblowing.

Like to me it went way, way past the general Genteel Orientalism of Tolkien and pals, and it was completely unnecessary — the rest of the narrative had a relatively simplistic style as its a kids book yet an empathetic set of morals, but the Calormen bits were so viciously visceral that little me was just like oh. Oh my god you specifically hate them, don’t you? Like you hate these people don’t you and then realising I was, technically, these people 🥲

Sorry about the extended answer lmao you can see I have a lot of thoughts but yeah, I’d pick Tolkien no matter how foundational Narnia was for me, not even because I hate it or whatever, it just makes me SAD!

[linaslore]

h.s. | short n’ sweet (ig au) | part 3

sabrinacarpenter!reader x harry styles.

part 1 // part 2

a/n: ok, this is the last part, so i hope you enjoy it! 💗

warnings: language, some details may not be accurate, english is not my first language. credits to the pics' owners.

🚫don’t copy, translate or put my work thru an AI.

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harrystyles The view is gorgeous. 

Venice is pretty nice too.

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yourusername 

the bad thing: the weather is awful

the good thing: i get to stay in watching movies with this cutie🥰🥰

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ynrrysupdates 📣⚠️Harry went on stage with Y/N at the #ShortNSweetTour 😳

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ynrry i've never felt so much FOMO in my whole life!!!

ynsfeather WHATTTT??

stanningyn harry's face when y/n made the juno position 😂

ynrrysworld she looked at him right after 😂

harryfeatyn the matching outfits, hello??????

eicslover i'm so lucky i got to be there!🙏

harryssunflower harry blushed several times while watching her 😅

ynsespresso how could he not?

ynrrysvalentine amazing day to be a ynrry stan 🥰🥰

ynsfits the color red looks stunning on her 😏

onlyangelstyles i loved when they sang sweet creature together ❤️

harrysgirl and then they sang hopelessly devoted to you 🥺🥺 ynxharrystan this reminded me of harryween ynrrysworld omg you're right!😳

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niallhoran they're perfect for each other bc they match each other's weirdness.

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yourusername yeah but we're the cutest 💁‍♀️

harrystyles i was just trying to get her to give me a kiss yourusername 🥰💗 onlyangelstyles harry being harry 😅

jackantonoff why were you dressed like that? weirdos!!!

yourusername it's a little project stfu!!! thatsthatynespresso what project y/n??? ynftharry mom i'm scared!!

eicslover her dress is so pretty!🩷

gemmastyles guys you didn't keep your hands off each other last night

ynrrystan gemma and her big sis attitude 😂

ynrry i need more pictures from last night 🙏

ynsfeather cuties!!!

stanningynrry they're barbie and ken 😂

aaaaaaand that's all folks. i hope you've enjoyed it 🩷 i'd love to read any feedback in the comments!

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Sun, stand thou still

My entry for @jewsinfandoms. Many thanks to @dragonfire42 and @luinlothana for a much-needed cheerleading and help 💚🧡 Also on AO3 - [HERE]

"Come on, Crowley! We are going to be late!" Aziraphale stood at the entrance of the bookshop and clasped his hands nervously, eyes darting between the demon and the old clock. Being late was encouraged when customers were involved, but not when a friend's destiny was on the line.

Crowley, on the other hand, seemed unbothered. After all the time it took him to choose a suit one might think he was ready, but no, the demon had decided to change his cufflinks at the last minute, so now, instead of leaving on time, he sprawled on the sofa and changed his outfit. Again.

"Don't worry, angel, I have it from a good authority that they won't start without us," he said absent-minded, too busy with the complicated job of dressing up in the human way instead of just miracle it.

Blue eyes, the colour of the sea before the storm, focused on the demon. "But it is almost sunset, and Anathema has made it perfectly clear that she wants to enter the Chuppah with the last rays of the sun." 

Crowley squirmed under his gaze, wishing for the earth to swallow him. Well, not really, he had been there and done that and that was not fun, he prefers to stay on earth with Aziraphale, thank-you-very-much, just… not at that particular moment.

"Ngk," he said, which clearly was not an answer. "I… stopedthesun".

"You what?"

"I stopped the sun!" Crowley demonstrated with his hands, causing one of the cufflinks to fall. "Anathema was so stressed with all the wedding preparations, and Newt is still a bit hungover from the stag night yesterday," Crowley smiled with pride, but it vanished quickly as he looked towards Aziraphale, "so I thought, why not give them some extra time, and, well, did just that."

"That is rather thoughtful, Crowley. One might even say…"

"Don’t say it," interrupted the demon.

"Nice," continued Aziraphale as if he wasn’t spoken over. "And now, since we have a bit more time, how about we stop on the way at the nature shop and buy some dates and almonds? The poor couple must be starving by now, and some light food will do them wonders."

Crowley looked at his angel with pride. "Of course, Aziraphale. Anything you want."