#i am so afraid of october 13th

[asukaseino]

the rose of versailles: fersen

[redheadspark]

September Prompt Session

Hello Lovelies!

Happy September! I know fall is around the corner and I am BEYOND excited (But here in California it is in the triple digits so that's not great at the moment!). However, this is my favorite season and a great introduction to the holiday season that is coming before we know it!

Last week I put on a poll to see what theme you all wish to see next in our prompt session! The result made me smile since it was one of my favorite prompts I've ever done! Thank you to see who voted, and with that, our next theme is:

Soulmates

Here are my rules:

1.) You may choose ONE character from my list Here. It’ll have the list of characters that I write for or have written for in the past.

*(If you have a character not listed that you wish for me to write, PLEASE MESSAGE ME AND CLEAR IT WITH ME FIRST TO SEE IF I CAN OR WILL DO IT!)*

2.) There is one list for this session. Please provide the number AND the character you wish for me to write.

Example: May I have Azriel from ACOTAR with #3?

*I write out the requests as a first come first serve. I will try my best to fulfill every request that comes my way, but please bear in mind I work full-time as a teacher. Because of that, I’ll be busy most of the day so please be patient and I’ll write in my spare time as much as I can :) *

3.) If I get two requests that are exactly the same, (same character and same number) I will only write it once! Please don't be afraid to ask if someone has already requested the character and number, I don't mind answering that for you :)

4.) You can request in my ASK box neither as yourself or anonymously. Although I would LOVE to give you a shout if you request as yourself, anon is perfectly fine!

5.) I will stop taking requests for this prompt session on Friday, September 13th, at 3:00 PST.

This session is going to be short since I'm going to a concert on Saturday with my cousin

6) Have fun and enjoy :)

Imprint - the soulmate’s touch will leave an imprint on their skin, aka Destiel ‘gripped you tight’

Sense8 - being telepathically connected to your soulmate no matter where in the world they are (and speaking and understanding their language)

Markings - a soulmate mark that only the soulmates have in common

Tattoo - when they reach a certain age, a tattoo shows up on their bodies that they have in common

Eye-colour - only being able to see everything in the colour of their soulmate’s eyes

Grey to multi-coloured - only being able to see grey until they meet their soulmate

Sharing injuries - receiving the same injuries (to a lesser extent) that their soulmate suffers from

Empathy - sharing the same emotions as their soulmate when they are close by

Names - their soulmate’s name is written on their body (maybe only initials)

First Word - the first word/sentence they hear their soulmate say is written on their body

Timer - everyone has a timer that’s counting down till they meet their soulmate

Dreamy - seeing their soulmate’s dreams or being able to communicate with them in their dreams

No harm done - soulmates are not able to hurt each other physically

Sharing songs - being able to share songs with their soulmate in their heads

Clock - everyone has a clock that shows the time zone their soulmate is in

Taste - only being able to taste anything after meeting their soulmate

Danger alert - people can feel when their soulmate is in danger

Tell no lie - it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate

Voice in their head - the voice in their head is their soulmate’s voice

Sharing birthdays - soulmates are born on the same day, share the first breath with each other

Tugging - being able to feel a tug in the direction of your soulmate if they are feeling a strong emotion

Different soulmates - people are not necessarily their soulmate’s soulmate

Once again, I will not be taking any requests after Friday, September 13th, at 3:00 PM PST. And don't worry, once October comes around I'll definitely get into a Fall Prompt Session!

Thank you and happy writing!

Tagging -@a-lumos-in-the-nox @botanicalbarnes @heliosphere8 @virtueassassin @ethereal-athalia @heartofwritiing @valeridarkness @pemberlyy @saradika @basicrese

[spade-riddles]

🌋 Messages

Here are all of their messages in order received. Also click on the 🌋 tag at the bottom of this post to see previous discussions about these messages:

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🌋

to a friend …

“i ask but one thing of you… to believe in beauty through all wrongs. o stay your hand, and leave my heart it’s songs!”

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Received on April 6th:

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you didn’t catch my mistake! the jumping of lettered keys, the words formed on the screen… through some sort of (ironically) advanced technology.

oh, the pride tied to the failure of care. the lack of revisitation. the naive sureness that my mind is above it all. forgive me. its, not it’s…

o stay your hand, and leave me its songs!

but in a way, it’s funny. symbolic. like a tear drop interrupting my words… ’

here’s to many, many, many more tears that will inevitably fall with me.

‘’’’’’’’’’’’’

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Received on April 10th:

🌋 i hope you’re not sick of me… allow me to share one more.

“i do not anymore wish to see

the world except through the veil

of your hair, so blonde, so pale…

over my sleepless eyes that stare

spread out the soft strands of hair

that seem to me gleaming rays of the moon…”

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Received on May 3rd:

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my hand’s on the door knob. i’m not afraid of the sound of creaking, just the voices that follow; the eyes that will land on me as the hinges squeak of shrill judgement. as i push down on the handle, i feel the gravity sinking in. what awaits on the other side of the door?

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Received on June 12th:

🌋 a cross in poetry, born from the same story. intertwined, interlaced, interconnected.

that’s just how it works. that’s how you get the girl. imgonnagetHERback.

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Received on June 26th:

🌋 volcanoes erupt, and with chaos they triumph. fumes bloom, ashes blanket the town. lava flows in unpredictable patterns, like veins in our lifelines. if only you could cross mine.

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Received on July 9th:

🌋 cracks in our story and on the ground that we’ve paved, 3 years in advance like we’d live till this day.

light will bleed through and our secrets will follow, debris will subside and they’ll know of the hollow.

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Received on July 27th:

🌋 do you ever think about stones skipping? how they graze upon the surface of a lake? not knowing when their pattering will come to an end? you watch it trail, seeing how far it could go… just like the many tales you’ve told. until the rhythm comes to a halt and the stone sinks to the bottom. like a pit in your stomach.

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Received on August 20th:

🌋 will the ash fall and settle, or dissolve into august’s salt air?

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Received on August 23rd:

🌋 friday the 13th. a daunting day for some, a day to be brave for others. i am in between.

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Received on September 5th:

🌋 may tonight be the final show… wishful thinking?

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Received on September 9th:

🌋 false prophets and profits. are these the shapeless figures that i pulled out of the hat? did i only have one chance? who do i have to speak to about if i could redo??

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Received on October 3rd:

🌋 the moon will be a waxing gibbous. just barely surpassing the first quarter. 58% illumination. can you pinpoint my tack on the calendar?

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Received on October 26th:

🌋 “straight? what’s straight? a line can be straight, or a street… but the heart of a human being?”

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Received on November 9th:

🌋 “heartbreak is loss. divorce is a piece of paper.” … crumble it up and toss it. burn it, if you must.

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Received on November 16th:

🌋 if this was a movie, she’d be here by now … baby, what about the ending?? i think i’ve seen this film before. so i’m leaving out the side door !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[formula-fun]

As someone who happened to read the first chapter of “if i had words” the day it was published and fell in love with the story and writing and waited anxiously for updates, am SO happy with the posibility of a potential sequel. My heart could explode! For me to find “if i had words” was a total sign - it made my days for over a year . Thank you so much! 🩷

awww thank you!!! it was truly such a long journey, sometimes i cant believe how long it took to get it all out. it definitely feels like there's still a little more left <333

a little snippet for you?

I. THE MORE THINGS CHANGE, THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME.

For sixteen days, Max existed and Charles didn’t. 

It was an eventful sixteen days. A train in Japan broke the speed record, only for a rocket-powered car to travel at triple its speed a few days later; the second largest cash robbery in history took place in a town Max would never go to; the Netherlands lost the Women’s Tennis Cup to France, a rocket was sent to Saturn and a few Nobel Prizes were awarded. Michael won the Japanese Grand Prix for Ferrari; Max’s dad came in 13th. The world was moving the fastest it ever would, just like it had in the month prior and the month after; just like it did every single second of every single day. 

On the sixteenth of October Charles was born. Nothing else much happened that day. Max slept for eighteen hours and was aware of nothing. He slept in a bassinet by his mom’s bed; she was exhausted and slept when he did, and when he woke up crying she nursed him and told him a story about a race where she crashed her kart on top of a boy’s kart with the boy still inside it, and when she offered him a hand he shoved her, so she took off her helmet and beat him with it. Max fell asleep halfway through the story, and she drifted off not long after him. When Jos arrived from the airport that afternoon Sophie grumbled good-naturedly about having to share the bed again, and then she passed out for twelve hours straight. 

Max was awake every three. Max was hungry, and he was usually too warm. His parents swaddled him a little too much; they were worried he would get cold. They would learn from this with Victoria, but Max had to suffer their fussing. His dad was nervous around him, like he was afraid Max would break if he held him wrong. When Max cried he shushed him frantically so that he wouldn’t wake Sophie, then took him to the sunroom with its big wood-framed sofas that had cushions that look like the carpeting in a movie theater. He held Max’s bottle for him while he played the recording of Suzuka that the team had given him on VHS. 

A few countries away, Herve was frantically pulling cactus needles out of his hands so that he could hold his newborn. Charles was called Charlotte at that point, and was born small; he fit easily against his dad’s forearm, tiny and red. His hair was dark and fine; his eyes were blue and didn't focus on much of anything. 

“She’s so small,” Lorenzo said in wonder. He was sitting on the bed beside Pascale, tucked into her shoulder. Pascale was exhausted, her temples beaded with sweat, but she didn’t push him away and he didn’t seem to mind that her skin was all clammy. Herve settled the bundle that was their child back into her arms and Pascale tucked it close, skin to skin. 

Yes, Herve thought, Small. Too small. But their baby passed every test. Charles was born early like he was impatient about waiting any longer, and he came into the world screaming bloody murder. That was a good sign, the nurses said. He screamed so loudly Lorenzo winced and covered his ears all the way down the hall in the waiting room. In the delivery ward, the nurses beamed. What a healthy baby! Pascale let out a laugh that was bordering on maniacal.

In Brie, Jos was trying to show Max the television, where Michael’s car was flying past the timing tower. Max was a little cross-eyed. His eyes didn’t focus well either; he couldn’t see much with them yet. His hair was also dark and fine, and his eyes were also blue–newborn blue, fathomless indigo, not yet anything like his father’s. Jos looked at them sometimes and felt a strange detachment; a foreignness. His son had been alive for sixteen days, but Jos had only been present for nine of them. He wondered if that might explain it. He felt insane sometimes, looking at his son–looking at him in his arms, more thing than person, practically a different species with his curled fists and red skin and fathomless, unearthly eyes that focused on nothing in particular. He didn’t look like Jos; he didn’t really look like anyone. He didn’t look like a person at all. Jos wondered how long it would take for the feeling to fade, and for Max to look like his own flesh and blood.

Across Europe, Max’s soulmate smiled for the first time. The world turned faster and faster and faster.

[accihoe]

I'm on a two week spring break (as the seasons in my country work differently to EU and USA), and I'm also working on a business report that has to be submitted by October 13th. What better time to write than now?

I am once again truthfully sorry for my continuous disappearances.

Here's a Bucky fic because I found my tiny magnetic frame with a photo of him in it <3 (pic of photograph at the bottom).

P.S. this will be my first publicly posted Bucky fic woo-hoo!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: it's the 1940s, and Bucky comes home from a hard day at work, but his wife is there to make every moment of his hard work worth it.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mentions of war. Probably not all canon regarding time, etc. Slightly oc Buck.

A/n: Please do not plagiarize my work, and please give me credit if you post my work elsewhere. I might make this a series, dunno. Love y'all. Pls comment or inbox me if you'd like to be on a taglist.

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The walk home seemed longer than usual as Bucky trodged down the familiar path, every item of clothing feeling heavier with each step. He juggled his keys, slightly frustrated when they didn't go into the lock in the first few attempts. Finally, he managed, stumbling forwards from having his weight on the door. Bucky kicked off his boots in an instant, hung up his coat and hat, and looked around for his sweet love, his sugarbunch.

A smile bloomed across his handsome face as he saw her sauntering towards him, pretty dress flowing in the cool spring breeze. "Well, hello there, handsome chap. To what do I owe you the honours?" She smiled playfully, arms stretching open. Bucky gracefully accepted her invitation, wrapping himself around her and laying his cheek on her shoulder. "There, there, my love. Come on in. Go have a warm bath whilst I finish setting up the dinner table." His wife soothed, kissing above his cheekbone.

Once he'd freshened up, Bucky came downstairs to their four-person dining table, grinning at the meal his wife had prepared. She slid down in the seat across from him and reached out her hand, taking his. "Would you be as kind as to say grace for us?" She smiled, stroking her thumb over his bruised knuckles. They bowed their heads and closed their eyes as Bucky prayed for the food, "Lord God, Heavenly Father, bless our food and our drink, since you redeemed us so dearly and delivered us from evil, as you gave us a share in food and so may you give us eternal life. Amen.". They said amen in unison, and James kissed her hand as he let go of it.

"Jamie, my dear, I do not mean to alarm you, but I read about the war in the papers earlier today. It only seems to be intensifying. And I'm afraid young American men are no longer permitted a say as to whether or not they're getting drafted." His wife announced as she was washing the dishes, and he was drying and packing them away. The mug that he was busy drying slipped from his hands, but thankfully, his wife caught it just before it tumbled down the floor. "James," she breathed, taking his hands and gently tugging him away from the sink.

"Be..g my pardon, m-my love. The reality of the situations and times that we are living in has only dawned upon me now." James breathed, exhaling once again in disbelief. "Why don't you go and get ready for bed whilst I finish up here, hm?" She hummed, trailing her hand up to his neck and laying it there against his warm skin. "Alright, my darling, I bid on seeing you soon." He smiled, squeezing her hand that he held. "In the blink of an eye, sugar. Now go." She grinned, patting his cheek.

She joined him shortly after bathing and getting ready for bed, her chest tightening as she saw his frame in the bed, curled up in fear and staring off at the wood of his closet doors. Despite being fully aware of her presence, Bucky jumped when he felt her hand snake over his side and onto his stomach and chest. "Pardon me, my love." She giggled, spooning up against his back. James held his hand over hers as he continued to stare at the door. She felt sudden guilt. Should I not have told him that? She wondered.

"I'm sorry if I alarmed you, my darling." She said, pressing a loving kiss to the back of his neck. "You did not alarm me, dollface. 'M just tired from work 's all." He said, turning to face her. "Jamie, what'd your mama teach you about lying?" She warned. "Alright, alright." He smiled, eyes trailing across her bonny face, ruminating his luck. "Whatsoever may happen with this war, James, know that I love you." Y/N smiled, holding his hand to her chest and kissing his palm. "And I you." He smiled.

She skipped her reading that night, and so did he, just basking in each other's presence. The pair had fallen in love just after high school. James had seen her at church after praying for a pretty woman to cross his path, and she had prayed for a stable rock in her life to start a family with later on. It was instant love. After a period of wooing the pretty girl, they started dating, which then flourished into marriage. Bucky, age 24, Y/N, age 22, decided that they were content with the life they had built. Small but decent apartment, church community, flourishing matrimony, James had a stable job, and Y/N was applying for several.

Not to mention, their parents were incredulously proud. They were the spoken couple of Brooklyn, and Y/N treated Steve with the respect he deserved from day one, which was probably one of the central reasons for Becky's undying love for her. The life they had built together was sublime. Until the war hit.

xxxxxxx

Fin. Hope you liked it. Lots of love x

[alexsfictionaddiction]

The Women's Prize for Non-Fiction 2024 Longlist is here!

I'm sure that long time readers of my blog or followers of my Instagram will know that I have been following the Women's Prize for Fiction very closely for the last few years. I was really excited to discover that they were launching a sister prize celebrating non-fiction written by women (because it definitely tends to get lost in the very male-dominant sphere that is non-fiction). I am not a big non-fiction reader but as I get older, I have found myself becoming more interested in it. I think I'll always be a much bigger fiction reader but there are some genres within non-fiction that I am fascinated by, so it made sense for me to take a look at what the inaugural Women's Prize for Non-Fiction longlist had to offer.

The Women's Prize for Non-Fiction is open to non-fiction books written by women in English and published between 1st April 2023 and 31st March 2024. I believe it follows the same rules as the Fiction prize, in that books have to follow a narrative and that translated books are not eligible.

So, here are the 16 books on the first ever Women's Prize for Non-Fiction longlist!

Intervals by Marianne Brooker. Published by Fitzcarraldo Editions on 28th February 2024.

Thunderclap by Laura Cumming. Published by Chatto & Windus on 6th July 2023.

Shadows at Noon by Joya Chatterji. Published by Bodley Head on 13th July 2023.

Wifedom: Mrs Orwell's Invisible Life by Anna Funder. Published by Viking on 17th August 2023.

Matrescence by Lucy Jones. Published by Allen Lane on 22nd June 2023.

How To Say Babylon by Safiya Sinclair. Published by 4th Estate on 3rd October 2023.

Some People Need Killing by Patricia Evangelista. Published by Grove Press on 2nd November 2023.

Code Dependent: Living in the Shadow of AI by Madhumita Murgia. Published by Picador on 28th March 2024.

Eve: How the Female Body Drove 200 Million Years of Human Evolution by Cat Bohannon. Published by Hutchinson Heinemann on 12th October 2023.

The Britannias: An Island Quest by Alice Albinia. Published by Allen Lane on 19th October 2023.

All That She Carried: The Journey of Ashley's Sack, A Black Family Keepsake by Tiya Miles. Published by Profile Books on 13th July 2023.

The Dictionary People: The Unsung Heroes Who Created the Oxford English Dictionary by Sarah Ogilvie. Published by Chatto & Windus on 7th September 2023.

Doppelganger: A Trip Into the Mirror World by Naomi Klein. Published by Allen Lane on 12th September 2023.

Vulture Capitalism: Corporate Crimes, Backdoor Bailouts and the Death of Freedom by Grace Blakeley. Published by Bloomsbury on 14th March 2024.

A Flat Place by Noreen Masud. Published by Hamish Hamilton on 27th April 2023.

Young Queens: Three Renaissance Women and the Price of Power by Leah Redmond Chang. Published by Bloomsbury on 11th May 2023.

So, there's the longlist. There is a good mixture in terms of theme and I'm sure a lot of people will be excited about that. I'm afraid that for me, I'm really not very interested in many of them. I have copies of Eve and Some People Need Killing, so I'll be reading them. I am also interested in Doppelganger and Wifedom but they're both very expensive in all formats at the moment, so I'll see if I can get library copies. However, almost all of the others just aren't speaking to me!

The shortlist will be announced on 27th March and the winner will be announced on 13th June, which is the same date as the winner of the Fiction Prize. So, I imagine the award ceremony will be a very big celebration of women's writing, which is always an exciting event.

What do you think of the longlist? Will you be reading any? Have you read any? Should I pick up any that I don't think I'm interested in? Let me know!

[sunnysidesutch]

October 17, 2023- 4:14 pm

To Whom It May Concern,

I am afraid I do not know what I am doing, and I am even more afraid of the fact that I have known this for so long. I wish you could see choices play out before you make them, and I wish you could take back the ones that did not go as planned. However, if this was the case, the world would never do wrong. There would be no room for growth or self awareness, but karma would lay dormant, hungry for slip-ups. Maybe, where I am at now, is not about figuring out what to do next. Maybe, where I am now, is about fighting for myself and doing what is best for MYSELF. I realize that, as of now, I let people's counsel lead my life, and I have spent more of this year allowing it than not. 23 was supposed to be my jordan year. 23 was supposed to be when I got it together, created a better life for myself.

I wish I didn't think so far ahead, and I wish the voice in my head did not convince me it was more logical than it actually is. I have spent so much time being afraid of what was to come- May 16th, September 16th, October 13th. Everything has turned out quite the opposite of my expectations, so I do not know why I am always expecting the worst. I celebrated the life of Tyler at the boys' house, something I had hoped to do, but was hardly expecting to come to fruition. It was nice, but I would be lying if I said I did not feel like an object at some point. I was just so happy to see everyone and be together again. Tyler really brought us all back together, and I definitely did not expect such a great night. However, I kept being told, "don't fall for it." That hurt. I would like to think I know better by now than to fall back into the trap of someone who I couldn't tell whose blood was whose on our hands.

I know better.

I know better.

But, do I? I thought I knew better, but I let the world tell me how I should feel, and I took it and ran with it, convincing myself it was what I wanted. It was never what I wanted. Curious? Maybe. But what I wanted? Not at all. I wanted my best friend, and I was hurting at the emotional loss of the love of my life, and I was listening instead of thinking for myself. I love them both, but slightly differently. In a perfect world, this all ends well. I would love to think that, anyways. However, this is real life, and I would be insane to think that any of this ends cordially. However, a girl can dream.

xoxo

[ashes-of-ailell]

I've spent a lot of my day sorting out my three houses ocs and i. am so happy with how they've turned out so far.

as I've said before, they're all characters that I like to throw into various games. while they differ to suit the series they've been thrown into, their background will near enough stay the same.

here's some basic info! (about them in the three houses universe)

The Midnight Rabbits are a small group of merchants selling valuable goods, as well as offering mercenary services. Due to their positive reputation, the Church currently have them employed at Garreg Mach to help out the knights and townspeople, and to sell their wares to them too. At least, that's what you've been told... but it feels as though there's more to them than what everyone is letting on.

Lunaris (He/Him):

The leader of the Rabbits. Seen as a very quiet and possibly unnervingly calm individual, he's actually very sweet once you get to know him. Is fiercely protective of his friends if he feels they're in danger.

Birthday: 13th Day of the Wyvern Moon (October 13th) - 17/18 Pre-timeskip / 23 Post-timeskip.

Preferred Class - Warlock / ???? (secret unit exclusive class ooooooo)

Strengths - Reason / Lance / Authority / Flying

Weaknesses - Heavy Armour / Bows

Budding Talent - Faith

Supports - Byleth / Lucien / Max / Tyler / Edelgard / Hubert / Linhardt / Bernadetta / Petra / Dimitri / Dedue / Annette / Ashe / Claude / Marianne / Ignatz / Seteth / Flayn / Yuri / Hapi

Can be S-supported by either gender Byleth

While he has paired endings with most of the characters he has supports with, it should be noted his canon ending is with Lucien.

Lucien (He/Him)

Armed with a sharp wit and silver tongue, alongside some frustratingly good luck, Lucien is very good at getting what he wants. While he certainly has a snarky streak, he cares a lot about his friends. Lunaris's right-hand man.

Birthday: 21st Day of the Garland Moon (June 21st) - 18/19 Pre-timeskip / 24/25 Post-timeskip.

Preferred Class - Trickster / Dancer

Strengths - Sword / Reason / Faith / Authority

Weaknesses - Heavy Armour / Axes

Budding Talent - Bows

Supports - Byleth / Lunaris / Max / Tyler / Hubert / Ferdinand / Dorothea / Dimitri / Felix / Mercedes / Ingrid / Lorenz / Hilda / Lysithea / Manuela / Hanneman / Yuri / Balthus / Constance

Can only be S-supported by male Byleth

While he has paired endings with most characters he has supports with, only the ones with male characters are romantic in nature. Any endings paired with female characters are purely platonic. (Basically, he's gay).

It should also be noted that his canon ending is with Lunaris.

Max (He/Him)

Upbeat and outgoing, almost to the point of recklessness, Max is just a ball of sunshine. Has a love of the outdoors and lot of skill in combat and, surprisingly, baking. Tries to approach every task with enthusiasm.

Birthday: 19th Day of the Lone Moon (March 19th) - 15/16 Pre-timeskip / 21/22 Post-timeskip.

Preferred Class - Sniper

Strengths - Bow / Riding / Flying

Weaknesses - Reason / Faith

Budding Talent - Lance

Supports - Byleth / Ferdinand / Caspar / Petra / Felix / Annette / Ingrid / Ashe / Raphael / Leonie / Lysithea / Flayn / Balthus

Can be S-supported by either gender Byleth

Tyler-Rose / Tilly (She/Her)

Should be given an award for her patience. Loves her friends very much, and they love her just as much back. Despite her usually gentle demeanor, she is not afraid to lay down the law when needed. Has great knowledge of different weapons due to her father being a weaponsmith.

Birthday: 9th Day of the Great Tree Moon (April 9th) - 18/19 Pre-timeskip / 24/25 Post-timeskip.

Preferred Class - Falcon Knight

Strengths - Flying / Axe / Lance / Heavy Armour

Weaknesses - Riding / Bow

Budding Talent - Sword

Supports - Byleth / Hubert / Bernadetta / Dorothea / Dedue / Sylvain / Mercedes / Marianne / Hilda / Claude / Leonie / Hapi

Can only be S-supported by female Byleth

Tyler has paired endings with many characters she has supports with, however only the ones with female characters are romantic.

I plan to make more detailed posts about them all in the future (probably during oc week if it happens, whenever that may be). Some of this is subject to change as this is all a quick summary of what I have for them so far. I hope yous like them! :3

[winters-tales]

OC interview time!

Tagged by @astorythatwritesitself - thank you!

No-pressure tagging @frostedlemonwriter, @minutiaewriter and @monstrousfreedom - and of course, anyone else who wants to do this!

I think I'll choose Rowan for this one, she's been on my mind a bit

name ➔ Rowan

are you single ➔ *grinning* Why, you interested?

are you happy ➔ Sure, pretty hard not to be

are you angry ➔ *pause* isn't everyone, a little?

are your parents still married ➔ theyw ere right up until they died, sure

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔ The Emerald Isle herself!

hair colour ➔ Red

eye colour ➔ Green

birthday ➔ October 13th

mood ➔ Didn't we already establish it was happy'?'

gender ➔ Girl, I guess? Woman?

summer or winter ➔ Summer

morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ *continues grinning* why, you interested?

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Nah. people are pretty at first sight, sure, but love... I'm not sure I believe in it at all

who ended your last relationship ➔ *long pause* Technically, neither of us. Technically, outside forces are what ended the relationship.

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Oh, a fair few

are you afraid of commitments ➔ *pause* I feel the way that question is worded is unfair. I'm not afraid of anything.

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Nope

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Woulnd't be very secret if I knew now, would they?

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Not really. Made myelf sad a bunch, sure, but I feel like heartbreak is more than that and there's not been a sad so big I'd call it that

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ *laughs* I am here for a good time, not a long time - lust, any day

lemonade or iced tea ➔ Lemonad, what sort of monster drinks tea cold?

cats or dogs ➔ Well, it used to be dogs, but I'm not sure how keen I am on that any more

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ I have... *pause* ... well, I got a bunch of friends, sure.

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Wild night out, baby!

day or night ➔ Night

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ Yeah, my sister ended up welding bars over my bedroom window when I was a teen. Didn't work

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Can you see the size of my feet? It's not a matter of 'have I' it's a case of 'when did I last'

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Wanting shouldn't hurt. See a doctor for that

wanted to disappear ➔ *pause. the smile drops almost completely* Well. Who hasn't?

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ Eyes - I'm a smiler, but a good pair of eyes will stop you right in your tracks

shorter or taller ➔ good luck finding people taller'n me!

intelligence or attractive ➔ Oh I'man incredibly shallow person, give me something nice to look at

hook-up or relationship ➔ hook-ups. Relationships are too hard for me

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ I drive my sister up the wall but she hasn't tried to kill me yet

would you say you have had a “messed up life” ➔ Not really, most messes tended to be my own doing

have you ever run away from home ➔ Nope, home was where the food was

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ *pause* once. Definitely learned my lesson that day

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ If you hate a friend then you're not really friends, are you?

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I consider all of my friends good drinking buddies

who is your best friend ➔ My bike

And here's a blank version below the cut for easy copy/pasting!

name ➔

are you single ➔

are you happy ➔

are you angry ➔

are your parents still married ➔

NINE FACTS

birthplace ➔

hair colour ➔

eye colour ➔ .

birthday ➔

mood ➔

gender ➔

summer or winter ➔

morning or afternoon ➔

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔

do you believe in love at first sight ➔

who ended your last relationship ➔

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔

are you afraid of commitments ➔

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔

lemonade or iced tea ➔

cats or dogs ➔

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔

wild night out or romantic night in ➔

day or night ➔

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔

fallen down/up the stairs ➔

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔

wanted to disappear ➔

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔

shorter or taller ➔

intelligence or attractive ➔

hook-up or relationship ➔

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔

would you say you have had a “messed up life” ➔

have you ever run away from home ➔

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔

who is your best friend ➔

[jennilah]

I will now infodump completely random self indulgent thoughts about Halloween and Friday the 13th that i otherwise would have no other opportunity to voice, because I want these thoughts out of my head and into words.

releasing pent up energy lmao

So, Halloween:

I rewatched this for the third time on the 13th because I am a dirty, filthy cheater. The goal was to get extremely high and watch one of the Friday the 13ths (F13 for short) but at around midnight my heart had a very specific craving that only Michael Myers could satisfy.

As I watched it, I recalled how I felt the first time I watched the film a year ago. I had a lot of thoughts then that still hold up to how I feel now, now that its my special interest.

First of all, in 2021 I attempted to get into the slasher genre but I was too weenie to venture very far. I watched the first Halloween and thats it.

And, when I watched it, I distinctively felt unimpressed with the first two acts. It wasn't not entertaining, but I remember being like "I dunno, this is fun and all but it isn't that scary?"

Even some of the first kills, like Judith barely being aimed at, with people's eyes going cross-eyed- it's kind of goofy.

but then

Very subtly, about an hour into the movie, by the start of the final act... something shifts.

When Laurie gets off the phone and walks over to the Wallace house and finds the bodies, from that point to the end I was completely enraptured. The tension mounts and mounts and mounts, and by the time the credits roll I only just realize how hard my heart is racing. In fanfiction terms, i let out a breath I didnt know I was holding. (except, like, actually tho)

and I had the exact same experience when I watched the movie again a few days ago, foolishly thinking Im long past being afraid of silly ole Mikey.

that must be, I feel, why the first Halloween is so spectacularly iconic.

I also remember my jaw dropping at the unmasking moment. It was when you realize- he's not really old, he's not physically deformed or anything like that- hes just a guy. He's practically just a kid himself. (When Loomis says hes 21 in the sequel I even yelled out "HES ONLY 21?!?" even though you can do the math yourself while watching the first movie lmao. in my defense, I watched that a year later, so I forgot how young he was) He almost looks afraid once the mask comes off. He's exposed, in every sense.

that scene really blew my mind.

but, Ive mentioned this before, these films didnt hit Special Interest status until I watched the second one for the first time this past october. I think it was the upped action in the sequel that pushed it over the edge into adoration territory for me.

I really love each timeline the films go through (well, for the most part) for different reasons. They all scratch different itches. And they give my imagination so much to work with. Fanfictions too, its really interesting seeing which interpretations of the characters people decide to expand upon. My favorite is the new Green trilogy (yes, even with some issues I have with Kills. and I unabashedly love Ends) and the Jamie Lloyd trilogy is in 2nd place.

Then, also this year, I had a proposition for my friends. Two friends. We call ourselves Movie Club. Every other sunday or so, we watch something over Discord. Our choices of movies are always incredibly random.

This past October, I was like, "hey, how about we watch some horror movies? I have a whole list I am trying to get through"

and on that list was Friday the 13th. I didn't know anything about it. I barely remembered Jason was the slasher of the franchise until my friends refreshed my memory. 1 friend had already seen it and said that it would be perfect for Movie Club.

And so, we watched it.

First of all, it was everything I wanted it to be when it comes to campy horror. With the screaming teens fumbling over themselves and all.

Second of all, I was SHOCKED. so was my friend who also went in blind. I don't even want to mention why. I am not going to. If all you know is Jason slashing away at teenagers in the woods, then you know just as much as I did, and you should absolutely give it a watch. You know less than you assume.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say that the very first Friday the 13th movie has much more exciting surprises now than it did when it was released.

We, as a Movie Club, said "oh my god. Well, now we have to watch the second one." (by that point, we were all going in blind)

So we did.

it STILL SHOCKED US.

We said "well fuck, we have to watch the third one now"

So we did.

And by then, we were in too deep, we simply had to know how exactly the franchise transitions from that to future titles like "Jason Takes Manhattan." We had to know how he goes to space, and we had to know how he fights Freddy. We were in it for the long haul.

So we watched them all together, and Jason cemented his place in my heart. One day this special interest will pass, but those memories with my friends will be forever.

And now with the new series being made by Bryan Fuller? I dont think we were even halfway through the series before my friend dropped that news, and I was immediately like "oh FUCK yes."

I never drew tons of fanart or anything, but I AM a reasonably large Hannibal fan. and I know how beloved Bryan Fuller is, I love the dude too. I love that he stands up for fangirldom. It's a breath of fresh air.

Ive been following any press he's been releasing for Crystal Lake and I am so fucking immensely excited for it, I have already ranted incessantly about it to two unsuspecting friends of mine. From those interviews, he and I seem to be on the exact same page when it comes to what we find important about the F13 series. Yes, it's really goofy, but there's also a certain heart and tragedy to it, and he seems dedicated to making sure that shines in his series.

I'm so excited about this series that Jason doesnt even have to be in it and I'd probably still love it. (Except he will be in it lmao im just saying)

And now, I am still watching new slasher films. I am almost done watching all the Nightmare on Elm Streets. They're fun, but they dont do it for me quite like Halloween and F13 have. (I'm still glad I'm watching them tho. I must say, Wes Craven's New Nightmare was incredible) Next up i'll probably watch some one-offs before diving into the Texas Chainsaw Massacre films. I have a feeling I will love Bubba once I meet him. I hope so! I want to love more slashers like I love Michael and Jason. We will see tho.

I think thats it for my ramblings. for now.

[anisokaweek]

Happy October Friends!!!! I’ve got the prompts ready to go for this year. I wanted to try something different with the prompts this year to shake things up, so I gathered some random lines to be used if you’d like!

Day 1:

River, Blissful, “You didn’t have to do that.”

Day 2:

Melt, Afraid, “You don’t need to make a big deal of it.”

Day 3:

Tower, Intoxicated, “What’s that on your arm?”

Day 4:

Climb, Disappointed, “So, do you want to talk about what you just did in there?”

Day 5:

Hiding, Relaxed, “It looks like you’re up to something.”

Day 6:

Purpose, Cheerful, “Are you going to answer that?”

Day 7:

Helmet, Distracted, “What do you do when you’re not sure about something?”

I am so excited for this year, posting starts on November 13th

[dragonrajafanfiction]

What is Bondarev (BSB ver) actually like in the novels? In my WIP, I’m trying to be as close to the lore as I can with certain parts, so it’s hard to write in a character that I have no clue what his personality actually is like. Also does he have a full name? Is Bondarev his first or last name? I noticed Herzog has a full name thanks to the Fandom wiki you and Hectab are working on :3

Ask and Ye shall receive. (very long post below with allllllllllll of the stuff you asked for.)

VERY HANDSOME

This was a man who was a sight to behold, handsome and straight, with iron gray hair neatly combed back and styled with hairspray, and a muscular body that was defined and supple. Many would describe him as sexy. The sentry had seen such handsome young officers in Moscow, but this one was too unbelievable. He was actually wearing only military shorts and sleeveless undershirt, sweating in the -10 degree wind. The man fished out a lighter from his shorts and lit it with aplomb, the sterling silver case etched with the words "70th anniversary of the October Revolution".

The sentry could not refuse this kindness and went over to light the cigarette.

"Here you go." The man tossed the lighter to the sentry, "In such a cold place, you need to use aviation kerosene with low freezing point, you should save that for the summer."

The sentry then realized that he still had the unlit lighter in his hand, the man's insight was actually keen to this point. Furthermore, people should be eager to find a warm place to rest at this moment. This also shows that he still has energy left for skiing in such extremely cold weather. The man took out a dark gray officer's uniform from his military duffel bag, and after a few moments, he finished putting it on and solemnly pinned a "Red Flag Medal" on his chest. A minute ago he was a skier, a minute later he had a frown of determination, a young man of power from Moscow.

"KGB Major Bondarev, I'm from Moscow." The man pulled out his papers, "Take me to Dr. Herzog and tell him that this is the moment of survival."

"Yes! Comrade Major!" The sentry saluted.

The man stated his identity in the simplest terms; he was an envoy from Moscow, a key member of the secret intelligence service. In the days of the Tsar, such a man was called a "minister".

********ICE PROOF*************

He pressed the detonator in his hand, after a short dull explosion, the marble base in the snow was blown up, Lenin bronze statue slanted in the snow. The noise of this micro-acoustic thunderstorm was so small that it was muffled by the wind within a few steps. The Black Swan Harbor is notoriously heavily guarded, but the most important aspect is the extreme cold, and standing outside for ten minutes on a night like this can lead to severe frostbite. Because of the blizzard, visibility was less than five meters. The soldiers did not expect anyone else to dare to move outside, and they ignored the fact that Bondarev had an extraordinary tolerance for the cold.

-----

"I sometimes think that people who like to drink can't be bad. So I like you a lot, you know vodka." Dr. Herzog removed the Makolov pistol and handed over a cold glass.

A light struck down from above, enveloping the Doctor and Bondarev. The glass reflected the light, as clear as the most expensive crystal glassware, but it was carved from a whole block of solid ice, pure ice, without any air bubbles, with cornflower patterns carved on the outer wall. The two men gently clinked their glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.

　　Bondarev played with the ice carved glass: "It's wonderful, the spirits wrapped in ice, as moving as a stunning young woman under the appearance of an iceberg. I think my hands will freeze and to it."

　　"Usually people who drink from such an ice glass have to wear leather gloves, and only people like you, Major, who are not afraid of the cold can hold it in their hands. It is carved from old ice in the -30 degree strata and also kept at -30 degrees, making it the coldest drinking vessel for the warmest of wines." The doctor said, He said so, but he was also holding the glass with his empty hand, his slender hand was stable and did not tremble at all because of the low temperature.

****** SUPPOSED ROYAL FAMILY and EXTREMELY RICH ***************

　　"Bondarev, a KGB major, from Moscow, these are the truth. I only concealed from you the name of my great-grandmother, her name was Nastasya Nikolaevna Romanova." Bondarev slowly pronounced this long, awkward name, like a magician reciting a forbidden spell.

　　The doctor was stunned: "Was it the last royal daughter of the Romanov dynasty?"

　　Nastasia was the last princess of the Romanov dynasty, the last dynasty to rule Russia until it was overthrown by the October Revolution in 1917. in 1918, the last Tsar Nicholas II and his entire family were secretly executed by the Red Army. Nastasia was the youngest daughter of Nicholas II, and although she was young, she was given the title of "Grand Duchess", which made her more honored than other royal princesses in Europe at the time, and princesses were required to curtsy and address her as "Your Imperial Highness" during their audiences. It was rumored that she was the only one who escaped execution, and that her name Nastasia meant "resurrection".

　　"Since there is still me, the grandson of the emperor, I can't say that she is the 'last' royal daughter." Bondarev smiled.

　　"How do you prove yourself?" The Doctor asked.

　　"I saw Rasputin's signature at the end of the tunnel, and that heretic who had been canonized had been here before, so I should say he was the one who found this cave, right?"

　　"Yes." The Doctor said, "This cave is his legacy."

　　"Then you must know that Rasputin was a guest of the Tsar and a close friend of Princess Nastasia. The fact that I could find this place means that I have Rasputin's secrets, secrets that he told my great-grandmother. This is the proof of my status as the last royal grandson of the Romanov dynasty." Bondarev held his head up proudly.

　　"So, what were the secrets that Rasputin revealed to Her Imperial Highness?"

　　Bondarev smiled slyly: "I think there are certain things I know that you do not know, and of course there are things you know that I do not, so we might as well exchange information about each other. Then we might be able to sit down and talk about cooperation."

　　"After you." The Doctor raised his muzzle.

　　"This matter begins with my great-grandmother's escape. A Red Army bullet did go through her heart and her body was thrown into an abandoned mine, but three days later she awoke and the wound miraculously healed. It was then that she remembered what Rasputin had told her, that Rasputin said he was willing to share the secrets of the world with his great-grandmother because she, like himself, was God's chosen one. Like Rasputin, she had an unparalleled power of life and could even return from hell. She later married a Red Army officer, and in those days the only way she could gain refuge was to marry a Red Army officer. My great-grandfather, who later stepped into the high ranks of the military, was a very good man and always protected my great-grandmother from revealing her identity. Great-grandmother would sometimes wake up in a dream and shout, 'The Red Army is coming with guns,' and great-grandfather would reassure her, 'I am the Red Army, and as long as I live, the Red Army guns will only protect you.'"

　　"Touching love." The doctor said faintly.

　　"Great-grandmother decided to give up her past identity, so she rarely talked about the past of the Romanov dynasty, with the exception of one thing. She bade her great-grandfather that there were relics of God in the north of Siberia, which the saint Rasputin had told her about. That saint found the cave where God created life on the shore of the icy sea. But he did not announce it to the world, but sealed the miracle with iron water, because the miracle had degenerated into the cradle of the devil, and inside it were hidden fallen angels. Generations of our family descendants have to be on guard against the reopening of that cave, and the day it reopens, the end comes with it."

　　"So you are here to check if we are guarding the miracle properly?"

　　"No, no, my great-grandmother was a good and devout Orthodox Christian, but I am not. I have a great curiosity about everything, and after I inherited the secret, I am bent on finding the miracle. If I were to find it, I would definitely open it and take a look. Not long ago I found an engineering map from the ruined archives." Bondarev drew out the map roll and rolled it along the ice toward the Doctor, "It marks the elevator that leads deep into the tundra."

　　The Doctor scanned the map, "It's not the original map, someone drew it from memory."

　　"It was drawn by a madman who used to be the engineer battalion commander of the 13th Konrad Infantry Division and was ordered to participate in the excavation of the tunnel, after which he was brainwashed by drugs and became a regular in a mental hospital. All he remembered was that he was engaged in a big project on the northern coast of Siberia, and the project was to dig a cave. Suddenly I realized I had found a breakthrough. But as the investigation progressed, I found that the matter was becoming more and more mysterious. Many years ago, the army had built a port in the almost unnavigable northern part of Siberia, about which there was no information, and even the coordinates had been erased. Below that port, sappers had dug through the hard permafrost and opened a long-closed cave. So I decided to come and see for myself. As a KGB officer, I easily applied for a charter to investigate this mysterious port, so that I could drive in as the 'Minister of the Admiralty'. Sure enough, I found Rasputin's signature at the end of the passage, and I finally arrived at the place I had dreamed of since childhood." Bondarev looked around, "But it doesn't look like there's anything interesting here."

　　"I'm sure you noticed when you came here that the closer you got to the door where Rasputin signed, the more bones there were in the tundra, and they all crawled out through a gap in the rock wall. It was those things that Rasputin was talking about when he said this cave would breed demons. But now the cave is dead, and the mysterious forces in the cave have dissipated."

　　"I don't think so. If this cave was no longer valuable, you would have left long ago."

　　"If this cave was really valuable, I should have shot you and monopolized the secrets of this place."

　　"Wait a minute! I have brought you a gift! Won't you take a look at the gift before shooting?'' Bondarev took an envelope from inside his clothes and slid it along the ice toward the Doctor, by which he showed that he had absolutely no intention of resisting.

　　The doctor tore open the envelope, inside was a Swiss bank cashier's check - a cashier's check for $200 million.

　　"This is a rare and large check, what do you want to buy from me with this check?" 'Doc asked.

　　"Not a purchase, just a gift." Bondarev smiled, "We believe this gift will be useful to you. Your research has been going on for decades, consuming huge amounts of state funds every year, and it must not be finished yet, right? But now that the Soviet Union is about to split, your backers have fallen, which means you no longer have access to funding to complete your research, and no one to help you keep it secret."

　　"It does sound like I'm facing a lot of trouble." The doctor said.

　　"Then why not work with my family? We know politics, we know technology, and we know war, and we're willing to invest in this cave as long as its secrets pay off. We can continue to support you in this project and share with you all the benefits it brings. I have already shown my sincerity and told you everything I know. Shouldn't you also tell me what I don't know? After that you will still have time to shoot me."

　　"You are very calm, Comrade Major. You think I won't shoot you if you produce this $200 million cashier's check, don't you?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the Doctor's tone.

　　"There are not many people in the world who can refuse two hundred million dollars." Bondarev smiled, "And killing me wasn't the best option. If I do not return safely to Moscow, the family will know that something has happened to me, and they will not spare you. At that time the secret of Black Swan Harbor will be made known to the world."

　　"Ten times." The doctor threw the cashier's check back to Bondarev.

　　Bondarev froze: "What did you say?"

　　"Your family needs to increase the bid tenfold. I need three years and two billion dollars to complete this research. At that time we will share the whole world."

　　"That amount is beyond my expectations and not easy to raise even for my family."

　　The Doctor laughed coldly: "It seems you really don't know the secret of this cave, in front of which two billion dollars is too small a figure, what is here no one can afford, it is priceless! Your family should be proud to offer this two billion dollars."

　　"Everything has a price, weapons, women, secrets, even souls." Bondarev said.

　　"But who can put a price on God?" The Doctor asked.

-------

The Lenin's mooring is only 40 kilometers from Black Swan Harbor, and they will be here soon. This new flare is so great that American spy satellites will recognize it as an aurora borealis." Bondarev said.

　　"You had said that the Lenin would not come." The doctor said.

　　"Moscow is not prepared to send the Lenin to Black Swan Harbo, but we can, and now the Lenin is at my family's beck and call."

　　Black shadows rose above the sea level, the roar of a giant bee on its wings approaching at high speed, snow dust twisted into a tornado by the helicopter's rotors, red five stars flashing in the white tornado. It was the "MiG 26" heavy helicopter, codenamed "Halo", one of the pride of the Soviet military industry. The helicopter hovered over the cast iron dock, the searchlights broke through the haze of the night, the hatch opened, and five captains lined up, saluting Bondarev. The communication lights below the belly of the plane blinked up, signaling greetings to Bondarev in Morse code.

　　"Glad to see you're safe and sound, Your Imperial Highness!" The doctor read out the greeting.

　　The fact that they called Bondarev "His Imperial Highness" instead of "comrade" meant that the helicopter and the Lenin on the icy sea were no longer loyal to the Soviet Union, but to the heir to the Romanov dynasty. The name Romanov is about to shine again after almost a century of obliteration in history, and with the power of the Dragons, it is not impossible for them to re-establish hegemony on Earth.

　　Bondarev handed a letter to the Doctor: "This is a letter I wrote to the family, please read it."

　　The Doctor scanned it and handed the letter back to Bondarev.

　　"If things go well, we will be able to relocate within a few weeks." Bondarev handed the letter to a captain who descended down the zip line, "We will build you a brand new research base in the warm and pleasant Baltic Sea, along with a vacation villa."

　　The captain placed a mouthful of boxes at the doctor's feet, containing a case of aged Red Label vodka.

　　"A small gift, so you don't have to worry about running out of booze until we leave Black Swan Harbor." Bondarev said.

　　"I guess I picked the right partner." The Doctor smiled.

***** HE VERY STRONG AND CAPABLE ***********

Bondarev looked alert, his muscles bulging under his uniform. He was a highly trained soldier, capable of breaking a wolf's neck with his bare hands, and had no need to fear this delicate boy, but not daring to take it lightly in the presence of something supernatural, he adjusted himself to a state of immediate danger.

------

Bondarev noticed a transparent figure flashed from his side. It was just a short blink of an eye, a fraction of a second, but Bondarev was trained to the rigors of the KGB and he was absolutely certain it was a person!

-------- IS A HYBRID THAT HAS NO ISSUE KILLING PEOPLE, INCLUDING KIDS ------------

The lieutenant on duty in the boiler room collapsed on the duty desk, a bottle of Red Label vodka still in his hand. A steel-core bullet had penetrated his heart, and Bondarev stood behind the lieutenant with his Makolov pistol.

---

At that moment the doctor heard the wind change behind his head, and the beam of the searchlight struck him. He turned sharply and saw huge black shadows hovering in the air, their rotor blades churning the snow into a flurry. It was Halo, the heavy helicopter from the Lenin, which had ventured to Black Swan Harbor in such bad weather.

　　"Didn't you say Halo couldn't fly in a snowstorm of this magnitude?" The Doctor froze. Something hard pressed against his back, it was Bondarev's Makarov pistol. One by one, the steel-core bullets pierced the Doctor's chest, tearing the aging heart into a million pieces. The Doctor spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his lungs, which had been destroyed in the process. He braced himself and turned his face to look at Bondarev, his eyes filled with shock.

　　"You can't complete the research without me ......," he hissed.

　　"We didn't even try to finish your research." Bondarev's pupils swirled with a gorgeous gold.

　　"Who the hell ...... are you?"

　　Bondarev held the Doctor in place and injected him with adrenaline using an air needle, "Hold on one more minute for the most magnificent scene."

　　The Black Swan Harbor suddenly trembled up tremendously, the sound of a series of explosions spread upward from the ground, but it was not a vacuum bomb detonated in advance, if it was a vacuum bomb, a square kilometer around would be leveled to the ground. A fire rose, and countless pieces of frozen earth spilled onto the frozen sea.

　　"Engineering explosive mines?" The Doctor asked in a hiss.

　　"The new engineering burst mines, even 10,000 years of permafrost, as long as the right eye is chiseled can be blown up. Now in a place you can't see, there is a huge hole with a depth of 180 meters, leading to Rasputin's cave, where we will use the laser to cut through the ice and take away the precious collection that originally belonged to you." Bondarev said, "You have been isolated from the outside world for too long to know the progress of engineering, it is no longer difficult to cut through the tundra in an instant today, once I probe its location."

　　"You ...... want to take that dragon!" The Doctor understood.

　　"Yes," Bondarev replaced the magazine, walked over to the sled, and fired four bullets into the chests of each of the four children.

　　The children died without a struggle from the potent hypnotic drug. It was pure carnage.

　　"You are not the only one who is willing to sacrifice human lives for a great cause." Bondarev pressed his chest in silence for the children he had just killed, looking reverent.

[church-history]

Our Lady of Fatima

May 13 is the anniversary of the apparition of Our Lady to three shepherd children in the small village of Fatima in Portugal in 1917.  She appeared six times to Lucia, 9, and her cousins Francisco, 8, and his sister Jacinta, 6, between May 13, 1917 and October 13, 1917.

The story of Fatima begins in 1916, when, against the backdrop of the First World War which had introduced Europe to the most horrific and powerful forms of warfare yet seen, and a year before the Communist revolution would plunge Russia and later Eastern Europe into six decades of oppression under militant atheistic governments, a resplendent figure appeared to the three children who were in the field tending the family sheep. “I am the Angel of Peace,” said the figure, who appeared to them two more times that year exhorting them to accept the sufferings that the Lord allowed them to undergo as an act of reparation for the sins which offend Him, and to pray constantly for the conversion of sinners.

Then, on the 13th day of the month of Our Lady, May 1917, an apparition of ‘a woman all in white, more brilliant than the sun’ presented itself to the three children saying “Please don’t be afraid of me, I’m not going to harm you.” Lucia asked her where she came from and she responded,  “I come from Heaven.”  The woman wore a white mantle edged with gold and held a rosary in her hand. The woman asked them to pray and devote themselves to the Holy Trinity and to “say the Rosary every day, to bring peace to the world and an end to the war.”

She also revealed that the children would suffer, especially from the unbelief of their friends and families, and that the two younger children, Francisco and Jacinta would be taken to Heaven very soon but Lucia would live longer in order to spread her message and devotion to the Immaculate Heart.

In the last apparition the woman revealed her name in response to Lucia’s question:   “I am the Lady of the Rosary.”

That same day, 70,000 people had turned out to witness the apparition, following a promise by the woman that she would show the people that the apparitions were true. They saw the sun make three circles and move around the sky in an incredible zigzag movement in a manner which left no doubt in their minds about the veracity of the apparitions.  By 1930 the Bishop had approved of the apparitions and they have been approved by the Church as authentic.

The messages Our Lady imparted during the apparitions to the children concerned the violent trials that would afflict the world by means of war, starvation, and the persecution of the Church and the Holy Father in the twentieth century if the world did not make reparation for sins. She exhorted the Church to pray and offer sacrifices to God in order that peace may come upon the world, and that the trials may be averted.

Our Lady of Fatima revealed three prophetic “secrets,” the first two of which were revealed earlier and refer to the vision of hell and the souls languishing there, the request for an ardent devotion to the Immaculate Heart of Mary, the prediction of the Second World War, and finally the prediction of the immense damage that Russia would do to humanity by abandoning the Christian faith and embracing Communist totalitarianism.  The third “secret” was not revealed until the year 2000, and referred to the persecutions that humanity would undergo in the last century: “The good will be martyred; the Holy Father will have much to suffer; various nations will be annihilated'”.  The suffering of the popes of the 20th century has been interpreted to include the assassination attempt on Pope John Paul II in 1981, which took place on May 13, the 64th anniversary of the apparitions. The Holy Father attributed his escape from certain death to the intervention of Our Lady: “... it was a mother's hand that guided the bullet's path and in his throes the Pope halted at the threshold of death.”

What is the central meaning of the message of Fatima? Nothing different from what the Church has always taught: it is, as Cardinal Ratzinger, now Pope Benedict the XVI,  has put it, “the exhortation to prayer as the path of “salvation for souls” and, likewise, the summons to penance and conversion.”

Perhaps the most well known utterance of the apparition of Our Lady at Fatima was her confident decalaration that  “My Immaculate Heart will triumph”. Cardinal Ratzinger has interpreted this utterance as follows: “The Heart open to God, purified by contemplation of God, is stronger than guns and weapons of every kind. The fiat of Mary, the word of her heart, has changed the history of the world, because it brought the Saviour into the world—because, thanks to her Yes, God could become man in our world and remains so for all time. The Evil One has power in this world, as we see and experience continually; he has power because our freedom continually lets itself be led away from God. But since God himself took a human heart and has thus steered human freedom towards what is good, the freedom to choose evil no longer has the last word. From that time forth, the word that prevails is this: “In the world you will have tribulation, but take heart; I have overcome the world” (Jn 16:33). The message of Fatima invites us to trust in this promise.

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

“Tonight I want to try to talk to you with my heart so that some fears are forever banished from your imagination. I love you. I will always love you, against all, against everything, against you, if I have to. I believe that it is now useless for me to add "against me"; for a year I did not completely consent to let myself go to you completely. Today I have chosen, and I will never again turn away from our love. Since you left for Avignon, there hasn't been a moment when I haven't carried you inside me.

I have worked, or stayed at home with my father, and I have not laughed, I have not cried, I have not thought, I have not looked without your image automatically coming between the world and me to laugh, to cry, to think, to look with me. You are the starting point of each of my initiatives and the natural outcome of all my impressions, and the ups and downs of my state of mind in every moment of my day coupled with the greater or lesser awareness I take of your existence.

When too much fatigue comes to strip me of all strength of imagination and blurs your face, I suddenly lose the taste for life and am only good at lying down like an inert mass until the energy comes back and with it your beautiful look, your wonderful smile. Then I wake up and for a while where I live three lives: yours, mine, and the moving life of our love. Apart from that, nothing exists anymore, only the stubbornness that I put in wanting you where you are so that you can come back to me, beautiful, pure, strong and great as you are.

Do you understand, my darling? It's awful to see how such great, such infinite, such rich, such extraordinary feelings, as long as they remain in us, become stupid, flat, vulgar, diminished, as soon as they are translated into words and thrown jumbled onto a piece of paper! And yet, in your letter, there are whole sentences that I will never forget - those words and the wonderful burn they put in my heart! " ... The pilgrimage of a loneliness that was lost in you one day. It's true, you know. Since that time I have never been alone" and " ... Stay with me everywhere - even if we fight this is fine. Let's fight, and then smile like you know how, with that smile I love to kiss."

Don't be afraid, my love, I remain and will always remain with you everywhere. But, I beg you, calm down, be patient, take care of yourself, take care of yourself well, and don't come back until you have taken all that this country can give you. You're in no hurry. After the long telephone call with Hébertot, Reggiani and my Production, we've reached a final agreement*. Since I'm in the studio until October 13 and then from 22 to 29, serious rehearsals won't start until the 13th (Œttly can't rehearse in the evening), the contact will be made a few days before and we'll go on November 20 only. So you have plenty of time to come and choose in ten days the actors who are to form the cast.

Get some rest. Everybody is already waiting for you to jump on you and when you come back, you have to feel like you're ready. Serge and I are also waiting for you to push you with all our strength to fight the often absurd ideas of the master; we have already agreed between us to defend the play to the end. You see? Even against you, I'll stay with you and... don't be afraid!... you'll have arguments! But all this aside, I too need your strength, because I'm at my wits' end. The resumption of contact with the cinema has been fatal and I've only been shooting for two more days! What's it going to be like later! So you can see that you have to do everything you can to regain your moral and physical balance: it's ours.

I'm trying to tell you all this. If I let myself go, you would only hear a continuous cry for help; to be sincere, I can no longer live without you. It is precisely for this reason that I want to live and for you to live a long time. But I don't want to think about that; I feel myself going crazy too. Take care of yourself. Do the best you can. I love you as I live.”

- Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, September 13, 1949 [#91]

* The agreement concerns the creation of Les Justes at the Théâtre Hébertot (December 15, 1949), directed by Paul Œttly.

[pogueshomecoming]

pogueshomecoming's masterlist

last updated: march 11th, 2021

✮I will only write for the pogues + sarah. I don’t feel comfortable writing for the actors or Topper, Rafe, Kelce, or anyone else.

✮ i don’t take smut requests. i might write it on my own if i feel inspired to do so.

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✮ be patient! i’m not as inspired for requests right now, but feel free to send them and i’ll get to them when i can 

fics are below the cut so this isn’t a forever long post on your dash :)

JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE

⤷ you scared me - john b x reader

      - john b isn’t home and everyone panics, but specifically the reader because they’re unofficially official - posted may 13, 2020 - 2.9k words

⤷ best friend - platonic john b x reader

      - y/n and jj get into an argument and they’re both pissed so y/n goes to her best friend, john b, to rant. - posted may 16, 2020 - 1.4k words

⤷ should’ve gone on a boat ride - platonic john b x reader x jj maybank 

      - if jj and john b had taken you out on the HMS Pogue like you had asked, they wouldn’t have started arguing over the gun, and in turn, you wouldn’t have gotten shot. - posted may 25, 2020 - 1.1k words

⤷ 3 am - john b x reader

      - you have a habit of waking John B up at 3 am, but this particular time he realizes he loves you. - posted june 9, 2020 - 973 words

⤷ cake - john b x reader

      - you and john b make a cake, but it ends in an absolute mess - posted June 15, 2020 - 1.5k words

⤷ lover - john b x reader

      - based on the song by taylor swift. you spend a night reminiscing about yours and John B’s relationship - posted june 27, 2020 - 1.5k words

⤷ you’ll always have a place here - john b x reader

      - after finding out his past, your parents make sure John B feels welcome in their home. - posted july 5, 2020 - 1.6k words

⤷ things have to change - john b x reader

      - john b leaves on a treasure hunt lead with no communication yet again and you’re sick of waiting for things to change. - posted july 17, 2020 - 2k words

JJ MAYBANK

⤷ cocaine - jj maybank x reader

      - jj does cocaine at a kook party and starts acting like his father. y/n is the one that sets him straight. - posted may 15, 2020 - 3.1k words

⤷ if the world was ending - jj maybank x reader

      - john b and sarah are gone. kie and pope went home with their parents. you’re the last person jj knows he can go to. - posted may 19, 2020 - 2.4k words

⤷ bruises - jj maybank x reader

      - jj gets aggressive one night while he’s drunk and doesn’t remember leaving the bruises, so he asks you where they came from. - posted may 21, 2020 - 1.7k words

      - part two - you forgive jj, but sometimes it’s not that easy - posted july 1, 2020 - 2.5k words

⤷ should’ve gone on a boat ride - platonic jj maybank x reader x john b

      - if jj and john b had taken you out on the HMS Pogue like you had asked, they wouldn’t have started arguing over the gun, and in turn, you wouldn’t have gotten shot. - posted may 25, 2020 - 1.1k words

⤷ sunset boat trip - jj maybank x reader

      - when you, a cute traveling photographer, ask the pogues to join one of their sunset boat trips, JJ is intrigued immediately and has to ask you on a date. - posted June 3, 2020 - 1.9k words

⤷ let me in - jj maybank x reader

      - your parents tell you they won’t be home for your birthday so you’re stuck home alone and sad during a storm when JJ shows up with pizza and beer. - posted June 15, 2020 - 1k words

⤷ you slept with my best friend - jj maybank x reader

      - after a long day of work, you stumble into the chateau barely awake mistake john b’s room for jj’s. when jj wakes up without you and finds you in his best friends bed, he’s upset. - posted july 3, 2020 - 2.1k words

⤷ stolen kiss - jj maybank x reader

     - jj shows up at your house after a rough night with his father. after he falls asleep you attempt to give him a kiss on the cheek but he turns his head. - posted september 2, 2020 - 700-800 words

⤷ so I thought - jj maybank x reader

     - without closure of any kind, after the breakup jj is wondering if you were ever truthful during your relationship. - posted october 29, 2020 - 1.5k words

⤷ like to be you - jj maybank x reader

     - based on the song like to be you by shawn mendes. jj gets into another brawl with his dad and it leads to an argument that reiterates how different your lives are. - posted november 7, 2020 - 2.5k

⤷ forever after all - jj maybank x reader

     - people always told you and jj that your relationship wouldn’t last, but they were wrong. - posted november 14, 2020 - 700 words

⤷ the one where you and jj share a sleeping bag - jj maybank x reader

     - jj tries to prank you by leaving your tent at home, and it’s funny until john b makes him share with you. - posted november   , 2020 - 

⤷ I should probably go to bed - jj maybank x reader

     - jj is convinced to go to his first kegger after the break up but he finds out that you’re going to be there. based on the song by dan + shay - posted november   , 2020 -

⤷ outnumbered - jj maybank x reader

     - jj is exhausted after another long day and you’re there to remind him that there’s always someone in his corner. based on the song by dermot kennedy. - posted november 28th, 2020 - 1.1k words

⤷ train wreck - jj maybank x reader      -  jj finds himself on the beach bloody, broken, and bruised only a week after john b and sarah got lost at sea. can he pick himself up? - posted february 27th, 2021 - 800 words

⤷ slow dancing in the dark - jj maybank x reader      -  you’d been dating topper but fooling around with jj, until the latter finally makes you choose - posted march 6th, 2021 - 2.6k words

⤷ we can’t be friends - jj maybank x reader       -  in the past you told jj you had feeling for him, he rejected you, he wanted to still be friends - but what happens when that doesn’t work? - posted march 13th, 2021 - 3.2k words

⤷ remember that night? - jj maybank x reader      -  ex boyfriend!jj is drunk and texts you six months after the break up - posted march 20th, 2021 - 3.1k words

KIARA CARRERA

⤷ secret girlfriend - kie x reader

      - Kie starts making excuses to leave early and spends less time with the pogues and they get suspicious so they follow her one day to find out she likes girls and has a girlfriend. - posted may 22, 2020 - 2.1k words 

⤷ I love you - kie x reader 

      - song fic inspired by I love you by Billie Eilish. Kie tells you how she feels but you’re too afraid to reciprocate. - posted may 23, 2029 - 953 words

⤷ milestones - kie x reader

      - milestones throughout yours and Kie’s relationship: first hello, first goodbye, second hello, first kiss, first date, making it official, telling the pogues, and first I love you. - posted may 24, 2020 - 3.4k words

⤷ she’s got a boyfriend - kie x bi!reader

     - kie is your best friend who’s also in love with you, but you have a boyfriend. well, until you don’t, and kie takes her chance to tell you. - posted may 26, 2020 - 2.6k words

⤷ I brought soup - kie x reader

      - you’re sick and you try to hide from Kie at the Chateau but it doesn’t work and she insists on taking care of you. - posted June 2, 2020 - 1.1k words

⤷ please hold me - kie x reader

      - kie has had a terrible, no good, very awful day and just wants you to hold her. - posted june 15, 2020 - 1.1k words

⤷ closure - kie x reader

     - a year after you left the outer banks, you decide it’s time for closure. not only with your best friends but with the girl you love. - posted september 9, 2020 - 4.7k words

POPE HEYWARD

don’t have any fics in progress for pope yet! feel free to request something.

SARAH CAMERON

⤷ hold me while you wait - Sarah x reader

      - Sarah is your girlfriend, and it’s been absolutely amazing, until one day she decides that it isn’t what she wants anymore. - posted may 27, 2020 - 1.3k words

[a-student-out-of-time]

S-s-s-s-scene change!

*Saturday, October 13th, Tokyo Metropolitan PD building, late evening*

Is that really all you can tell us?

I’m afraid so.

I’ve upheld my end of things, and now I’d like to ask: what’s going to happen to Storm?

He’s going to face a retrial for conspiracy, kidnapping, attempted mass murder and outright homicide. I have no doubt he’ll be executed.

And has he said anything since he arrived?

No. We haven’t been able to get anything.

It’s like he’s just...stopped thinking.

...

Very well. As long as he’s going to back to prison, that’s what I’m concerned about.

What about financial backing? He must’ve had someone backing him for this operation.

Unfortunately, whoever he was in touch with has enough shell companies and accounts for the trail to go cold. I can’t confirm yet.

But I am convinced that whoever did this was also in touch with Towa Group. At the very least, they had someone on the inside.

Dammit...now we’re dealing with an actual criminal conspiracy here? Fine, we’ll interrogate every employee they have-

You’d be wasting time and resources to do so. Whoever it was is long gone, I’m certain of it. All they wanted was money.

If I had to speculate, I’d say we’re dealing with a hacker. Whatever finances they provided Storm with were siphoned off from multiple sources, and Towa Group was likely just a red herring.

How can you be sure?

It was in the news so prominently a few months ago. Naturally, it would be fresh in peoples’ minds, so of course they’d assume they were up to no good.

But even if Towa Haiji had ties to human traffickers, I don’t see him or his father financing a man like Storm to kidnap all those people.

You know...I have to agree with you there. It doesn’t fit, especially since Towa Tokuichi has been so withdrawn from public attention. He hasn’t made any statements about Kasugano.

And I must say...the actions of the Commissioner have me suspicious.

Hmm...

Tsurugi...

It’s been...on my mind too.