#however this ask reminded me they exist so a reread is in order later. thank you Krafter

[twipsai]

You should definitely check out the Silver Saga sometime, its built on a fair bit of lore from issues before it, but it still makes sense even if you haven't read them

oh of COURSE ive read the silver saga, i would be a fool not to (along with the silver age). aaand i read the secret freedom fighters issues too!! all of them gave me some of my favorite Silver moments tbh,,, theyre so good,,,,,,

[forever-will-last]

hello again, it’s me, 🧿

i know it’s been a while, but i couldn’t find it in me to not write you this particular message considering the fact that it was hard to ignore the impact your last 3 chapters (of a thousand pictures) did to me/for me.

it’s been a difficult time to say the least. for the longest, longest time, it’s always felt difficult because… it’s actually been difficult. life is full of it’s trials and tribulations, but at some point (at least for me) it’s hard not to exist in the “why” of it all. in order to keep it short however, that’s the space in which i have been existing in for many years, creating a monster of inner conflict of its own. it was difficult to understand the point of everything, but part of your story was a gentle reminder that life happens, whether we get it or not, and we go through it in bits and pieces; and that was my calm.

with that being said, i want to highlight the significance of what brought me here, and at first it was supposed to be chapter 4; i knew that crying while reading that chapter meant that it struck something inside, but wow how i didn’t expect the storm that came with 49, let alone with 50 :)

your ability to capture not only these very specific and important perspectives, but to simultaneously align them together (seamlessly might i add) and make a meaningful journey that explores these complex characters just showcases what a gift you have in writing. i saw a lot of myself in these characters, particularly in regina (but in unbelievable different ways), and it was beyond cathartic to have a moment of reflection like that through your storytelling.

i wasn’t realizing what an impact some parts of the story had on me, but when it clicked it felt like a true reflection of what i’ve been feeling that i haven’t been able to put into words, so i’m here to say: thank you for putting them into words and for writing unforgettable, memorable, and purposeful stories.

thank you for being such a thoughtful author, it’s truly been a treasure to read your work.

take care, and warmest regards,

🧿

🧿, I read and reread this ask several times between last night and today. It's absolutely amazing to me that people not only like my writing, but it's had such huge profound impacts on people. It's crazy to me, because this whole thing, all of this, started with a friend jokingly asking what would happen to the plot of mean girls if Aaron just straight up died in the middle of the plot. Now, here we are, six months and 350k words later.

I'm genuinely so moved by this ask. I never, ever expected this story to have such a profound impact on people, even when the topics were very serious. It just never clicked in my brain, I suppose? I always went into this fic with the mindset of "I want to depict grief, loss, and all of the ways in which it manifests as realistically as possible". Sure, some of these things aren't directly connected to grief, but it's all interwoven. They may not really often think or talk about Aaron in their day-to-day lives, but it is without a doubt that his death set their lives in a completely different direction than what they ever intended.

I'm so glad this work has been able to have a positive impact on your life and the life of others. I hope to continue to make stories, both in the threequel, pretty good, and in other fics in the future.

Thank you again, and I hope you have a fantastic week 💖

[fyodorscenarios]

I’ve decided to post the two scenarios that I previously only had on my Wattpad on Tumblr. This is the first of the two. I decided to do this because one of the requests I plan on doing soon will be a scenario set within one of these scenarios, so it’s a continuation of sorts I suppose.

This was the first scenario I ever wrote and posted, so it might not be up to the standard that you’re used to from me. I personally feel like the plot is a little nonsensical in rereading it. Additionally, this one got kinda OOC because I was super anxious to include something vaguely romantic in it. Don’t ask me why, but I’m not going to take it out. The following scenario is basically the same as what I originally posted on Wattpad, just reworded slightly and checked for spelling mistakes.

Finally, I wrote this way before Hawthorne was hypnotized. It should be acknowledged that the ability I came up with probably wouldn’t have been practical enough to use on Hawthorne considering the limitations I gave it. If you’d like to apply it to that however, perhaps with practice it became more powerful?

Originally published on Wattpad, June 27 2016. 

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It was strange. You felt as if you had just joined The Guild, and yet before you could even do anything for it Fitzgerald had been defeated. It was quite the shock, though you had never viewed anyone in the organization as invincible.

Now you were out of work. It was quite terrible really. The Guild had paid you quite nicely as well.

You were an ability user, but you supposed that your ability wasn't all that useful. Central Intelligence, as it was called, was an ability that allowed you to control the mind of another. The issue was that it had many faults and weaknesses.

The first was that it could only be used for a short period of time. The time period being dependant on your own stamina and the mental strength of the one you were controlling. The ability could only be activated if the person looked at your eyes, and using the ability drained you of energy quickly. These conditions made the ability quite terrible for use during battles.

It was also painstakingly obvious when someone was being controlled, as they would move in a mechanical and stiff manner. A combination of this and the fact that the person needed to look into your eyes made it unhelpful for stealth.

Generally Central Intelligence was unhelpful, but The Guild had still taken you in. Something you had been thankful for.

Now that The Guild was disbanded, you were alone again. Though you hadn't spent much time with the others in the first place.

Currently you were away from your home in the US, and were living in a residence in London England that The Guild had rented out. You had been placed there just in case you may have been of use in Yokohama. You wondered how long the funds for the room would last now that Fitzgerald had likely died.

You figured that you should go home. London wasn't the same of New York City, and you supposed that you missed it. First, you would view the sights one last time, you decided, and then order a ticket home for sometime this week.

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Despite the large amount of people in the city, there was something lonely about it. People didn't talk with each other, they simply rushed to where they were going. You thought of this as you sat on a bench on a busy London street, simply watching the people walk by.

It was 9pm now. You had gone to both a gallery and a museum earlier. Now that you were tired, you felt satisfied simply by watching people rush by. 

Later you thought that you might've been too tired to have done what you did, though the events may have been inevitable. You decided to take a shortcut to the residence through some alleyways. You trusted that you would be safe, as you had enough strength to fight to an extent and your ability.

You quickly noticed that someone was tailing you and you began to run, but to your utter dismay another person lay in wait at the other end of the route, blocking your path.

"Shit," you growled. The situation was easy to grasp. The men knew about your ability and the routes you had previously taken to the residence. The man ahead of you had a blindfold, this was how you knew. Your ability could not be used, so the only other option was to break through and run.

The alleyway was only wide enough for two average sized people to walk side-by-side. The man ahead managed to take up most of the alleyway, but with barely any time to spare you were able to navigate past him. You continued to run, you were incredibly panicked now.

You wished you were faster, you really did. Adrenaline was still pumping through your veins as you were tackled to the ground by one of the men, you weren't sure which. You screamed and kicked in vain. Your head was quickly knocked against the concrete, and you felt yourself black out.

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Your head was spinning when you finally started to come to. Opening your eyes, you found yourself leaning against a concrete wall. Your hands were in shackles chained to the wall behind you. The room smelt vaguely of blood.

You tried your best to scan your surroundings. The room was quite small. There was a wooden table and chair in the centre, and a door on the wall furthest from yourself.

Did I do something wrong? If this is to do with The Guild its pointless. The Guild no longer exists. Plus I don't believe that I've done anything to warrant a grudge, you thought.

Now you found that you were curious. Who had captured you, and for what purpose?

You heard footsteps approaching the door. Along with the footsteps came the sound of something dragging across the ground.

The door was unlocked, and through it came a man in peculiar clothes with another wooden chair in his hand. He had black hair and strange violet coloured eyes.

He was unsettling, this was something you determined quickly. You felt as if the room's temperature had dropped a few degrees.

He placed the wooden chair near you, and sat down on the other closest to the door.

"You may sit down. Then it will be as if we are talking as equals." He said. His mouth was formed into something that could scarcely be called a smile, it was more of a smirk.

You got off the floor, your chains giving you just enough leeway to sit on the chair. The "smile" had left his face, and had been replaced with something more neutral. Lacking the smirk, you found yourself thinking that he looked quite attractive, though you quickly dismissed this thought from your head.

“(F/N) (L/N), it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Fyodor Dostoevsky." He said.

You paused. Thinking for a moment as to why his name rang a bell. The man may have been famous, but most likely you had heard his name in passing somewhere before. You came to the conclusion that you had likely heard his name in reference to some of the Guild’s activities. Perhaps you had heard Fitzgerald mention him before, you thought.

"Um, nice to meet you." you replied "Were you doing business with The Guild by any chance?"

He smiled again. “Yes, I was working as a sort of ally of theirs for a short time. I lead another organization called Rats in the House of the Dead.”

Fyodor was still staring intently at you, one of his hands was raised to his face, as he was chewing lightly on the side of his index finger.

"Ah." you said, cocking your head slightly to the side due to your sudden realization. The man knew about your ability, but was not wearing a blindfold or taking any obvious precautions. He was staring directly into your eyes. This could mean one of two things. First, the man was confident enough in his mental strength that he believed that you could not control him. Second, he thought that in controlling him you would likely not have enough time to escape. He might not have the key to your shackles on hand, or said key might be hard to find.

"So, why did you kidnap me?" you asked.

"Just then, I was hoping that you would try to use your ability on me." He mused.

"I realized that it was futile." you began "You know all about my ability, correct? You probably don't even have the key to my shackles on you right now. I'm assuming that you wanted to see how long it would last on you, why would I give you that advantage?"

Fyodor’s eyes widened slightly. "So you figured that out. You have my respect," he said.

"Will you answer my question now please?" you said, slightly frustrated "Why did you kidnap me?"

"To give you a choice." He stated simply "The choice between life and death. Between greater sin, and salvation."

"So... I comply, or you kill me?" You were slightly panicked now. You felt your hands trembling slightly, so you dug your nails into your palms, almost drawing blood.

"Yes, you can help me and my organization, or I can free you from your sins and grant you salvation." His smirk grew larger. You felt as if you were under heavy scrutiny, his eyes boring into you. You swore to yourself.

”All will be redeemed by God. Not just those who have accepted Christ." you blurted, mostly as a reassurance to yourself. "That is what I believe. Despite my sins, I hope that I shall be accepted. Why do you believe that you can grant salvation in the place of God?"

He laughed slightly. It sounded breathy and unnatural, sending shivers up your spine. "I am a god. I have the ability to grant salvation, something only gods can do. Therefore, I must be a god." He seemed quite sure of himself, you thought.

Suddenly, Fyodor stood from his chair and walked towards you. "So," he said, placing his hands on both of the chair's armrests "what will it be?"

He was practically leaning over you, his face was incredibly close to yours. You could feel your face heating up. "I can grant you the great silence simply by tapping your forehead" He stated.

You wanted to scream, not so much from the decision you had to quickly make, but from his proximity to yourself. You tried to remind yourself that it was likely simply for intimidation.

"I-I'll help your organization" you said.

"Very well then," his voice had somehow gotten more quiet "we'll seal the deal with this." Fyodor leant even closer to you, grabbing your chin with one hand and pressing his lips roughly to yours.

You were shocked, not just by the kiss itself but by how cold his hand and lips seemed to be. You somehow found yourself kissing back, and you then felt him smile slightly. It felt good, he was rough but it still felt so pleasant.

As quickly as it had started, he pulled away. It felt as if it had only lasted a few seconds, and you found yourself wishing it could have lasted longer.

Fyodor smiled at you. This smile, you thought, seemed more like a smile than the others he had made.

He reached into one of his boots and pulled out a key, using it to remove your shackles. He then went to unlock the door. "Follow me" he said "I'll have your bags brought from your old residence."

You obliged, wondering how this new chapter of your life would unfold.

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Author's Note (June 27, 2016):

Your ability was based off of A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle. I chose this book because I really enjoyed reading it when I was younger, though I haven't read it in a long time. It seemed too difficult to write a time travelling ability, so I based it off the hypnotizing ability of the red-eyed man the characters meet in a building called CENTRAL Central Intelligence.  

There was some religious stuff in there because its practically unavoidable if you're doing something plot based with Dostoevsky. Since L'Engle held the belief that all people would be redeemed by God, I decided to incorporate this. I'm not religious myself though.