#i have no idea where i got them initially but i definitely have never paid for a font

[sxorpiomooon]

YOUR FS PROFESSION - A PAC READING

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Pile 1-

the first vibe that I got immediately was someone who's an entrepreneur perhaps or someone who works in a very big corporation or organisation I immediately thought of aries asc in the d10 chart for some reason. They might constantly be surrounded by people trying to trick them I heard "stocks" for some reason too. Your fs might have to be really aware of their surroundings at all time due to them constantly being in a situation where people want to take advantage of them or betray them I'm also getting something related to coding. Your fs also probably lives far away from their homeland or home place. They might have left home at an early age due to their career and I see the distance just increasing from there. This person's career requires them to be a planner and make decisions very quickly. For some reason I think fate or external forces also play alot of importance in their career? It's almost as if alot of things are out of what they can do. This feels like a job where external factors have the more say. I also see things might get chaotic out of nowhere so they have to be ready for that always. I had a vision of a very big screen and all the phones ringing out of nowhere at once.

Pile 2-

Your fs definitely lost money lmao. I see them losing money on bad investments frequently or perhaps at the very beginning. I think this person has quite the lore? I see them making a wrong decision or investment in the beginning and losing things but the right person will be ready to offer them the help that they need at the right time. I also think this person might have lost alot of good opportunities when they were young because they were too naive? This person might have trusted the wrong people. But I do see them getting a guardian almost as if someone will come in their life and help them out of nowhere. This person is in a career that requires them to have a balance of their head and heart. I got HR for some reason? I also see them having to be very negotiable in their work environment, very diplomatic. They might have to be very tolerant and patient of others. I got sagittarius for some reason. Your fs probably came from a struggling background and made it big. I see a little kid having big dreams and being ridiculed for it only to make all of them true in the end. Your fs might still be in the progress of making big when you meet them rags to riches kind of story. I also see your fs being in a cycle of constant learning. They also live far away from their homeland

Pile 3-

I think this person has some failed ideas or initiatives. Things might have not worked out for them how they expected it to. I see them having to change their ways or approach for things to finally succeed for them. It will be a very big wound for them I see. I heard Chiron too haha. The scenario that I'm getting the most is this person starting a business with a friend or a partner and getting betrayed by them. After this, they probably started a brand new venture, something they have never done before and actually managing to make it big. They might have alot of people working under them I see them providing employment to alot of money that need it and hyping them up. This person is very excited in their workplace always being the biggest supporter of others. They are definitely a leader since they know and understand the big picture. I see this person having a really great aura. Someone who has alot of faith and courage. I also see them either continuing their legacy in some way or leaving one. Probably both I also saw shoes for some reason? Perhaps a business related to that? But I do see them being very respectful to their roots

[entomolog-t]

I want to read an absolutely ridiculous Gt soulmates!au.

Like, picture this.

You're going about your day, and bump into someone on the street. You turn to say something but they make some snotty comment and you get into a bit of a confrontation with them. Nothing serious but enough that it leaves you in a foul mood.

What a cold personality. Who raised someone who could be that rude to a stranger? Maybe you fantasize a little about them tripping into a puddle. You definitely replay that argument over in your head a few times, wishing you could replay that moment and say that banger of a comeback you thought of just a smidge too late.

As the day passes, this mood lingers. Isn't it funny how one bad interaction can just ruin a perfectly good d-

You hear a yelp.

You turn to face the direction, and it's like the world falls out from underneath your feet. You almost missed them initially, but you caught the movement at the very periphery of your vision. That nasty person from earlier stands right at your feet, tiny ... and absolutely terrified.

No.

No. No. No. No.

Not them.

Why them??

It wasn't supposed to go like this! You'd spent so long daydreaming of the day you'd meet your soulmate. It was supposed to be cute and fun. Maybe a little awkward, but this???

You feel your stomach in knots as you look at them. A thought that a piece of your soul that small was with them right now was chilling. Maybe it was a mistake? Could you accidentally drop a bit of your soul?

You sigh. As much as you want to doubt it, you know there's no doubting... something to do with compatible frequencies that create an attraction? You never paid much attention during that class in high-school...

You bend down to get a better look at them. They aren't bad looking... quite the opposite... and at this size? They're pretty cute. You take a deep breath. Everybody had bad days, right? They're probably-

"This has got to be a mistake."

Nope. That's it. They suck.

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OK OK OK LIKE???

When you meet your soulmate this sort of metaphysical reaction occurs where the souls have complimentary frequencies and this somehow acts as a sort of magnetic reaction, pulling a small bit of someone's soul away from their whole. That small bit of the soul then physically manifests as them.

BASICALLY, soulmate au where your soulmate finds a tiny version of you, and vice versa.

You don't share a consciousness with your shed bit of soul, maybe some kind of shared dreams or something, so you have no idea what some part of you is dealing with.

AHH I love it. It's stupid and silly and adorable.

Angst potential?? Fluff potential?? CONSTANT SIZE SWAP DYNAMICS???

I beg of thee

Please use this silly au.

SoulSwap au? SoulShard? I dunno.

If anyone has any cutesy names for this, please share

[cboffshore]

No idea if this has been mentioned before , but i reread the OSSAS series and why do i kinda feel like some of the non-prisoner-related stuff nadakhan does to Nya ( not defending his creepy behavior or anything) are things Delara possibly used to enjoy ?

Nadakhan slightly playing with Nya's hair ? Delara liked it when he played with hers. The two playing chess over some mulled wine ? Well there aren't many restaurants aboard the Keep so that could very much have been their favorite way to have a date . Just him reeeeeeeally pushing Delara into Nya before she even knows what's actually going to happen ...

If you were at some point hinting of that in the series , i really apologise for not getting the cue ! #autism

Btw so excited for next chapter of " Witness For The Solitary Host" :D your works are amazing

Good catch - that was definitely intentional. I actually have never rambled about that pattern before, so I've been wondering if I pulled it off well enough for people to catch on. Looks like I did! That's great! (I'm putting the rest under the cut to save dash space!)

It kind of plays into a longer pattern I have in OSSAS about Nadakhan trying to pre-mold Nya into Delara - not even by trying to get her used to those things, but sort of by trying to convince himself that he's got some part of Delara back before he actually does. He knows Nya's not her, but, like.... if the lights are dim enough, or she's asleep or not glaring at him head-on, or she's doing something close enough to what Delara used to do, it's easy enough to pretend he's already won for a few seconds. Just enough to keep him going, really. (Sidenote: there's a song on the playlist with the line "There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for" - that's on the playlist specifically for this stuff.)

I should admit I wasn't working from the "things Delara used to like" angle - I was more on the "how Delara used to behave" track - but the idea of him intentionally resurrecting these sentimental activities definitely works with the themes of the series, too! On some level, he's absolutely working out of habit (re: the hair touching), so viewing the chess night as something she used to enjoy is a totally valid interpretation.

One thing that's always annoyed me a little about Skybound is this really weird idea that Nadakhan targets Nya because he thinks she's just Delara reincarnate. This is true at the start of the season, but by episode 60 (where he actually refers to Nya by name when speaking to Jay) it's VERY obvious that he's figured out his initial reincarnation idea was off the mark. A lot of fanfiction I've read over the years misses that development, which kind of skews the whole thing and turns it into more of the "I know you're in there and I'm going to break you out and help you get your memories back" stereotype. I didn't want to work with that angle, both because it's just flat out wrong and also because I have seen it SO MUCH and I'm tired. (Which explains most of the motive for writing this series, really - trying to skirt all the trends and seeing what I can wring out.)

Nadakhan's whole thing is taking existing materials and sculpting them into his ideals - which, in my opinion, plays VERY nicely with the "I know Nya's not 100% what I'm looking for but she'll make a good enough starting point" that we get canonically. I really tried to play that up throughout OSSAS, and I'm glad it came through!

Also - glad to hear you enjoyed Witness! The next chapters aren't due til later this year for reasons I can't spoil yet, but I'm very excited to get working on it, because this time I get to examine how Nadakhan behaves when he has what he thinks is 100% Delara. I won't give too much away, but.... it's going to be so fun. He's going to have an awful time. I'm so ready to run this guy over with a Barbie jeep.

Thanks for the ask!!

[autisticrosewilson]

I am so curious to know what you think would Willis and Slade (and/or Billy) think of each other, provided their children are dating

So first you have to decide what kid.

If it's one of the boys Willis's reaction is *TwoWillis war flashbacks* "I had a boyfriend once..."

But he's generally really supportive!!

If it's Grant, Willis thinks he's kind of a delinquent but he doesn't have room to judge. They actually get along pretty well because Grant reminds him a lot of himself when he was younger. Of course this means that he's quick to identify things that caused rifts in his past relationships and he recognizes a lot of the problems Grant is going through. They do a lot of the traditional dad-son things together that Grant always found tedious with Slade. With Willis's help Grant grows into the barbecue dad he was born to be.

If it's Joey, he's mildly (extremely) terrified of him. There's just something in his eyes that sends a shiver down Willis's spine. That's before he even finds out about Joey's ability. May or may not have a prototype meta inhibitor at the ready should Joey get any ideas. As you can imagine after being held and experimented on against his will, often sedated or paralyzed, Joey's ability to take control from someone just by looking at them is. Triggering.

If it's Rose, he's ecstatic. In some ways she reminds him of Cathy and despite how much of a menace she is he can tell she's a good kid with a big heart. He doesn't really know how to bond with her, so he kinda just gets her gifts and gives her a hearty pat on the back.

I think in Grant's case in particular Slade is high key jealous that Willis seems to get along with Grant so easily, it's the kind of bond he's always imagined himself having with Grant but he didn't know how to be a good parent and Grant was a child so it never happened. Hates Willis, possibly more than he hates Bruce just because he at least respects the Bats skill.

Addie shares her child support paychecks with Willis. Neither of them need child support they just like making Slade pay them. She hires Wingman for jobs sometimes, it's family bonding.

For Joey, I think he's initially amused that Willis is so freaked out but he definitely knows about Willis's contingency plan and he's always a little extra on guard. Definitely drops not-so-subtle hints that anything done to Joey will get paid back tenfold. I do think they have the potential to bond over the whole victims of experimentation thing, and the guilt over not being there for their families. Eventually they develop a more cordial relationship and Willis lets his guard slip around Joey.

Adeline knows about the contingency but it's not like she doesn't have plenty for Jason, so no harm no foul. Proud of Joey's ability to strike fear, but eventually she does manage to convince Willis that maybe Joey isn't evil incarnate. Generally, she's had a lot of friends with PTSD and she understands that Joey is basically a walking flashback.

I think Willis kind of reminds both of them of what Slade could have been, if things turned out different. Like Slade he was absent a lot of his son's life, and him hiding his identity from Jason in the beginning is very reminiscent of Slade hiding his from Grant. The difference is that Willis did crime to support his family, he loved his wife unconditionally, he did everything he could to make up with Jason when he got back. He didn't choose to be absent, he was forced.

Also if you go with my open marriage/poly Catherine and Willis headcanon then there's a lot of parallels between them and SladeAddie, but Slade chose infidelity where Cathy and Willis came to a mutual agreement and there was no love lost.

I think Slade and Willis get along the best when Rose and Jason are together. They're not close enough to the others kid to step on any toes, they're both pretty fond of the pairing, and they are united in their desire for grandkids.

I think Willis and Billy get along like a house on fire, fishing trips, actual hunting trips, cookouts, the whole shebang. Willis and Alfred also meet through Billy, and I think while Willis will always resent Bruce his respect for Alfred at least inspires him not to plot Batman's downfall.

[hood-ex]

I had this all beautifully typed out but then my phone died before I got to send it so now I'm typing it out again but less thought out. :)

So I have been reading this book and it really got me thinking about Dick and how choice is essentially something that I feel would be important to him. I say this because I was looking at your projection post with Roy and Dick and I wonder if I was projecting because of what I have seen in editorial and just what I know of Dick in general. I'm mentioning choice because in this book this character is involved with this girl who everyone just decided since they were young that they would be together and since their families are so tied together it seems like it is a win for everyone, but the character himself feels so strongly against it and he says something to her that gave me that huge lightbulb moment where it just screamed Dick Grayson. I know I'm not naming names here and I'm doing it for a reason, but I think you know what relationship I might be talking about and that I might have tied this to, but what I would give for writers to acknowledge that Dick not wanting to be in a shadow of something and wanting a choice.

I know you were making light in that post but I feel like the time Dick got angry about Myand'r is a good base for a jumping off of as well but also a good pointing the finger because though it might not be the same don't Dick and Kory have a certain feeling towards their father figures that makes them a little similar yet so different? What they could see in the other what the can't see in themselves.

Anyway, Emily I have to tell you about the rest of this book because it is so bonkers. So Basically two brothers living on their farm with the older brother's wife. The older brother was left the land and the younger brother was left the house. Anyway, The older brother can't have children and him and his wife have tried, but then he gets this idea since they don't love each other romantically his younger brother and wife could have a child and no one in their town would be the wiser. Of course the younger brother and wife are offended at first but they also start discovering that they have begun to look at each other in a different way. Anyway older brother has to go buy a bull for the ranch and leaves †hem alone for a a week where they are really trying NOT to think of what the husband had asked of them.... yup. That's as far as I got right now but I am intrigued. lol.

I would say in regard to the relationship I believe you're referring to, Dick did have a choice in it, and initially, he was actually the pursuer in the relationship. With DC's retcon, I can see where a story like the one you're reading could've been a storyline for Dick, but I feel like Dick's path is different.

As for Dick not wanting to be in the shadow of something, I'm not sure if you're referring to his love life specifically or in general, but I'd say they showed successful character progression for him by having him transition to Nightwing. That was the ultimate moment for him to step out of Bruce's shadow and set himself apart as the leader of the Titans.

Ohhh you mean when Dick popped off for the way Myand'r treated Kory?

"This so-called paradise was paid for with your flesh, your heart, your life! What has he sacrificed? He lived in glory while the citadel nearly destroyed you." - TNTT (Vol. 2) #16

You know what, I never really thought about that before (Dick and Bruce vs. Kory and Myand'r) but that's an interesting topic to get into. I'd have to reread the Komand'r/Tamaran arc to get into it more, but there's definitely something that could be said about Dick's devotion to Bruce out of loyalty, love, and trauma while Kory's is less devotion to her father and more of a devotion to her father's cause of saving millions of lives. There could also be a comparison to Myand'r selling Kory into slavery for what he thought was the greater good, and Bruce abusing Dick into joining Spyral for what he thought was the greater good. Interesting, interesting. Much to think about.

👀 You'll have to tell me what happens in your book when you finish it. I hope the older brother and the wife get divorced. Now I'm curious if they're religious because, depending on the religion, that could keep them from wanting to divorce. Although, if the older brother is suggesting that his wife and little brother have a baby together, how religious can they possibly be lmao. And what if the little brother does get the wife pregnant 👀 ? Are the brothers going to fight over custody of the child 👀? That would be wild.

[caelanglang]

Hihi

Can I ask you what program do you use for the animatic? And can you recommend any good program for practice? (I never used any of these programs, and they look pretty hard, so I don't want to pay yet for one, but I want to make something :c)

Hello! This might be a bit long but I hope I can help you with this (I'm holding your hand because this is also my first time doing an animatic so I have no idea on what kind of good pipeline there is to follow...) I apologize in advance if this won't be the most helpful answer :,))

okay so for the software. I use the ipad for most of my work nowadays... unfortunately, both apps that I use are paid—RoughAnimator and Procreate. I'll walk you down with how I do it. It is not the most efficient way but here's how it goes for me... :,))

Storyboard

I think the most important thing for planning something like this is having a clear vision of what you want to see. I started this animatic by brainstorming in my storyboards what I want to see in timing with the song and its lyrics. Here's an example of what I previously shared... [disclaimer: I did not follow the template so yeah, feel free to ignore the kanji characters]

you can see the outline I roughly made to tell myself what scene I want to show to what lyrics (I got lazy to write the whole lyrics down lol) and also added some notes like the movement of the character and camera pans etc.

here are the corresponding drawings to it (sorry if the quality is bad, I just screenshotted this from my gallery ><;;)

Drawing the Cuts

All of the drawings are done on Procreate. I use this software for most of my drawings now, mostly because I like the texture of the brushes there. At this point, I am not worrying about timing these drawings to the music yet but I am reassured since I already made my guide of that in the storyboards. Procreate also has an animation feature that helped me draw the breathing sequence.

Compiling and Timing the Drawings

Once I've saved my drawings to my photos, I move them to RoughAnimator. Here is where I time the drawings with the song. What I like about RoughAnimator is that it has its own drawing tools (I don't really like the brushes tho... hence, me using Procreate instead), it has a camera tool that allows me to pan across my drawings and also shows the sound wave thingy of the song that helps me with timing. It also allows me to easily adjust the exposure or how long a drawing flashes on the screen at my chosen framerate.

I would sometimes be unsatisfied with my initial drawings, leading to me going back and forth between Procreate and RoughAnimator to revise stuff. (which in my opinion is not efficient but I can't really think of any other way to do this...)

So yes. That's pretty much how I'm working with it so far. I am currently stuck because both Procreate and RoughAnimator have very limited features when it comes to panning images... I'm still figuring out how to do that but I'm thinking of moving to video editors for these kinds of stuff instead of relying on RoughAnimator...

I hope you aren't discouraged by this,, I know it isn't the best solution... If you are to follow this kind of workflow, I think a good combination of any drawing software (hopefully with an animation feature) and a reliable video editor to time it to the music (I recommend finding ones with camera pan and motion tween features) is sufficient enough for this.

If you're using an ipad like me, iArtbook is a good free alternative to Procreate with a good animation feature. I have yet to check it out properly but Filmora or Capcut might be a good video editor... If you're using a desktop, I think Krita is good for drawing and animating!

I'm so sorry again if this wasn't really helpful. I will definitely share it if I were to find a better workflow for this. If you'd like to have some storyboard templates, here are some I found on the internet!

I wish you all the best in your plans and practices!

(feel free to ask again if you have any questions, I hope this helps somehow :,))

[jigschosai]

Chapter 2 - Tour

[Special thanks to @thefreelanceangel for posting something not too long ago that got me to start this moving again. And to @irisopranta for letting me mention her to add a bit extra to the story.]

Jigs woke up early, with far too little sleep.  He could never sleep late, no matter when he went to bed, he always woke up about the same time, a few hours before sunrise.  Late night dinners with friends were a bit painful as it meant he may only get a few hours sleep as compared to when he was left to his own devices and could get to bed early.

He cleaned himself up and approached his wardrobe.  There is a lot more to you than you’ve been telling me, Nashmeira’s words having him wonder if he may have offended her in some regard, though her manners during the dinner didn’t indicate he did.  Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling he may have misled her a bit about who he was.  After a few moments of indecision, he picked the armor which he wore most of the time he served with the Scions.  The blues and golds were definitely ostentatious for day to day around Ishgard, but if nothing else the armor was comfortable, and brought some credibility to what he would tell her.

As was his custom, he made his way to the Jeweled Crozier and a small stove off to the southern side at the end of the vendor stalls.  Eliasse was already sipping on what Jigs suspected was her first cup of coffee as he walked up.

“It’s strong today,” she said,” I figured you might appreciate that after last night.”

“Thank you,” he said pouring himself a cup.

He had known Eliasse far too long to think anything would escape her notice in this city.  She had eyes and ears everywhere.  The younger ones bought off with treats and trinkets; or toys if the information was especially useful.  The older ones were paid in coin, information, or favors.  While not obvious on the surface, she did a lot to keep the city running smoothly.  Jigs had worked for her himself for a time when he was young as she would give him his favorite cookies for any job well done.  After his return to Ishgard, with Alphinaud and Tataru in tow, he made it a habit to chat with her early in the mornings before the rest of the city woke up.  Initially it was to help ensure their survival, as many forces were aligned against them; but as the Dragonsong War ended, it became a pleasant ritual which he and Eliasse decided to continue.

He caught her eyes as she looked him up and down, recognizing the armor he was in.  After taking another sip of her coffee she gave a flat, “well, tell me about her.”

Between sips of coffee, Jigs recounted the trip up for Eliasse.  He unknowingly dwelled on his conversations with Nashmeira, where she was from, how it was her first time in Ishgard; very nearly recounting the conversation on the trip up word for word.  This went on for nearly 5 minutes before Eliasse interrupted him, with a smile on her face.

“Jigs dear,” she interjected,” you have yet to tell me why she came here in the first place.”

“I, uh,” Jigs felt like he was 10 years old again, “I was getting to that. She’s here to start a dance school.  She had run one down near Limsa Lominsa but felt it was time to move to other areas.”

“And you’re wearing that armor to impress her?”

“I may not have been completely open with who I was on the trip up,” Jigs looked away as he nearly whispered this,” I’m a bit worried she may feel I misled her.  I’ll likely be giving her a tour of the city today and felt I should be a bit more honest.  It’s too much isn’t it?”

Eliasse chuckled,” You’ve saved the star multiple times and here you are smitten with someone and acting just as you were when you had that crush on, oh what was her name?” she paused,” Heurriette!”

“By the gods please do not bring that up, I still can’t look her in the eye.”

“It was adorable!”  She refilled her cup,” Though I can see how it made things awkward between you two.  I had thought Ul’dah had driven any idea of romance out of you, you never seemed to glance at anyone after your return.  It’s refreshing to see you smitten with someone again.”

They stood in silence for a bit, Eliasse giving the blush from Jigs cheeks time to fade.

“Keep the armor on,” she said,” it looks good on you.  And as for this tour, bring her here last, I’ll want some time with her.”

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Jigs was walking around the city when the page from house Fortemps tracked him down; Nashmeira was ready for her tour.  Jigs accompanied the page back to the manor and met Nashmeira at the door.

“Are you expecting trouble today Sir Chosai?” she said smirking.  Jigs was about to stammer out a response when she moved up to his side,” so where to first?”

I am overdressed; I’m making a fool of myself again, he thought.  “It’s probably best if we start there,” Jigs replied gesturing to the Vault a bit awkwardly. “The church is largely the cornerstone of Isghard, though less so recently,” worried he may sour the mood at the start of the tour he quickly added,” it’s quite the spectacle if nothing else.” They began their walk up to the doors of the Vault.

He was overthinking things.  He knew he was overthinking things; but like a cart barreling down a hill he couldn’t stop himself.  He missed the easy conversation they had yesterday.  Eliasse was right, he was smitten with Nashmeira.  Perhaps if he had spent more time with Thancred he’d have learned some things to give him more confidence in a situation like this.  Conversation was easy when it didn’t matter, but now that he felt it did; he’d rather be fighting another primal, or even an Ascian.

“Jigs?” the sound of his name tugged him back to reality,” Is everything ok?” Nashmeira asked,” you seem distracted.”

“Sorry, I guess I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“The armor is very nice, I just didn’t expect you to dress up for this. I was trying to be playful but I guess it came across differently.”

“I … it..,” he was trying to say three things at once and they created a logjam,”…can we sit down for a moment?” 

As they walked to a nearby bench he tried to gather himself, he let the cool morning air fill his lungs, and felt the warmth of the sun on his skin as it inched over the rooftops.  After they were seated he looked to her face, she had an expression of both concern and expectation.

“Yesterday…” the word was difficult to get out, but the others began to flow more easily, more evenly,” I feel I may have misled you.  I may have underplayed my importance in the city a bit too much.”  He paused, how to tell someone you’re the Warrior of Light without sounding like either a braggart or a liar. “I..”

Nashmeira had a knowing but comfortable smile, “the Warrior of Light, I know.”

Jigs was stunned,” but …”

“The Fortemps and I spoke long after you left, Emmanellain couldn’t keep quiet about it, and once he started Edmont and Artoriel joined in singing your praises.”

He sighed,” I should have figured that out…” as he looked toward the ground, avoiding her gaze briefly.  When he looked back to her face she was smiling.

“It may have been for the best, I’m not sure I would have believed you had you told me yesterday, or even if F’lhaminn had mentioned it.  F’lhaminn and I have played some tricks on each other before; but I had no doubts you were a capable adventurer, and paladin besides,” she paused,” does she know?”

“I think so, but we’ve never really discussed it.  She knows I’ve fought primals, it’s not difficult to draw conclusions from that.” He paused briefly, looking up to the sky,” I don’t think she cares about that though, to her I’m an adventurer who’s tried to be there for her if she’s needed me.”  He felt the weight of all the doubts he had earlier slip away, his shoulders and back straightening a bit in response. 

They were quiet for a short time, a comfortable silence.  Jigs broke it first, “I’m sorry about all this, would you like to continue the tour?”

“Of course!”

Jigs brought her back to the entrance of the Vault and explained the church’s importance in Ishgard, how they largely worshiped Halone, and how the end of the Dragonsong war had changed how so many saw it.  Nashmeira took a keen interest in how the people’s faith had been shaken.  He initially thought he had misjudged her, but Nashmeira explained that at its core, it’s why she was opening a dance school, as it was that kind of hopelessness that gave rise to the forces her style of dancing was meant to combat.

They made their way to The Tribunal to the Athenaeum Astrologicum and Jigs showed Nashmeira inside.  Jannequinard greeted them and provided a brief history of the Astrologians in Ishgard, as well as a brief demonstration.  Afterwards, they made their way down to the Saint Valeroyant Forum.

Nashmeira looked off to The Forgotten Knight,” is that the inn?”

“It is,” Jigs responded flatly, clearly not wanting to entertain a trip there.  Despite this she gently tugged at his arm in that direction, intent on seeing the fate she was spared.

They entered the dark inn and made their way down the stairs as the cloying scent of ale wafted around them.  As they reached the bottom of the stairs an adventurer landed in front of the innkeeper having leapt off the balcony onto the floor.  The innkeeper was non-plussed and handed him a key to his room.  Nashmeira was shocked by the whole spectacle and kept a lookout for more falling adventurers as she approached the innkeeper.

She explained she wanted to see a room, and the innkeeper begrudgingly acquiesced.  She disappeared into the hallway as Jigs waited for her at the bar.  Only a moment later she returned, thanked the innkeeper and handed the key back to him, then far more forcibly than before, tugged Jigs to the door leading toward the Brume.

“Thank you,” she said to Jigs as they exited.  Jigs just smiled in response.

They made their way to The Firmament for lunch, a brief tour, and an introduction to Ehll Tou who was happy to meet another one of Jigs friends.  Upon the return to the Brume and Jigs began to escort Nashmeira through the alley.  She slowed down, slowing Jigs with her.   When he looked at her he noted how she was taking it all in.

“I don’t understand,” she nearly stammered,” how could they have a place as splendid as the Firmament and have this right beside it.”

“It’s an embarrassment,” Jigs responded.  “It’s been this way for a long time, even when I lived here as a child.  Unfortunately, the nobles see no financial benefit to restoring it, so very little progress has been made because of that.”  Jigs was about to go on when someone yelling interrupted.

“They got you play’n tour guide now?” Hilda yelled from down the alley.  Jigs brought Nashmeira over and made the introductions.  After Nashmeira explained the purpose of her trip Hilda responded, “you honestly think movin’ your feet around a bit is going to give people hope in a place like this?” Jigs moved to calm things down, but Nashmeira responded before he could.

“And that clunky firearm on your back has?”  The words escalated from there and before Jigs knew it bottles were being setup on a pile of stone blocks at the end of the alley.  A small crowd was forming around them excited by the spectacle.

“Twelve bottles, so we get six each,” Hilda chided,” unless of course you miss one dancer girl.”

Nashmeira said nothing, just removed her coat and handed it to Jigs.  She grabbed the chakrams at her hips and let them rest in her hand; the holds showed signs of a lot of wear, but the blades appeared to be razor sharp.  She starting bouncing on her toes in a rhythm to a song only she could hear.

Hilda ripped off 6 shots in succession, 6 of the bottles exploded in showers of glass at the far end of the alley nearly simultaneously, the crowd cheered.  “Your turn dancer girl.”

Nashmeira smiled, Jigs saw the aether gathering around her in different designs as her dance became more elaborate; simple bounces replaced with twirls and pirouettes.  He nearly missed the chakrams leaving her fingers.  The tops of the 6 remaining bottles popped off as the chakrams returned to Nashmeira’s hands with a grace that could only be gained through a lifetime of practice.

“Well, I guess you hit them,” Hilda said, still a smug sense of superiority in her tone.  As she finished the top halves of each of the bottles began to slide off the bottoms, nearly in unison, then crashed to the ground.  The crowd let out a cheer.  It wasn’t everyday they saw someone best Hilda at her own game.  “Alright alright, what do you need to make this class of yours happen dancer girl?” 

With her coat returned Nashmeira and Hilda worked out the details of what would be needed to have the classes in the Brume.  Space to work, some training dummy’s, and most importantly for Ishgard, a fire to keep people warm enough that they wouldn’t be forced to wear heavy clothing.  Hilde said she would set her Hounds to work on what needed to be done and that classes could start the following day.

Her business concluded she took Jigs arm and they resumed the tour.  As they approached the Skysteel Manufactory Jigs stopped and fished around in his pouches.  Satisfied he had found what he was looking for he extended a fist to Nashmeira indicating she should open her hand.  He dropped 2 cotton balls into it.  “You’ll probably want to stick those in your ears for our next stop.”

While the noise of the manufactory was deafening, Stephanvien greeted them warmly.  Jigs made the introductions and Stephanvien turned to Nashmeira and started showing off his latest creations as he brought her around the manufactory.  Nashmeira nodded anytime he paused.

A short time later they were making their way to the Jeweled Crozier, Nashmeira removed the cotton from her ears,” Did I agree to anything with that man?”

“What? No, not at all, why do you ask?”

A chuckle entered her voice,” I couldn’t hear a thing he said.”

It was Jigs turn to laugh,” I’m hoping that’s because the cotton worked.” Nashmeira nodded. “I don’t know how he and his wife Iris get on sometimes.  It seems she’d have to yell at him constantly just to be heard.” Jigs paused,” Actually, it may be beneficial to introduce you to Iris.  She’s one of the best seamstresses in the city and may be able to outfit your students.  I can look into that if you’d like.”

“Perhaps, I’d like to see where things stand with the first couple of classes before winding up with any more obligations.  I’m worried what Hilda may ask for in return for her assistance as time goes on.”

“It will almost certainly be just enough to cover costs,” Jigs tried to reassure her,” she’s not the type looking for a profit.  She’s just looking to get the Brume caught up to the rest of the city.”

As they made their way through the Jeweled Crozier, Jigs guided Nashmeira directly to Eliasse. “I believe Eliasse will want to take you on a tour of the Crozier herself.”  As they approached the little stove Jigs noted a scent that was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place.

“Is that Thavnarian Chai?” Nashmeira asked excitedly.

“It is dear, why don’t you join me for a cup,” Elliasse responded.  Nashmeira trotted over to the stove with a childlike bounce in her step.  “Jigs, I will take care of our guest.  I’ll send someone when we need you.”

Nashmeira turned and smiled at him,” thank you for the tour today.  I appreciate it.”   Jigs returned the smile, and nodded, then made his way back toward the Foundation.

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A couple hours later Jigs was still out and about the city.  A young elezen ran up to him, nearly out of breath.

“Master Chosai,” he got out in between breaths,” I was told to give this to you.”  He handed Jigs with Eliasse’s seal emblazoned on it.  The child was sprinting back towards the Crozier before Jigs could ask if he needed to catch his breath.  Whatever treat Eliasse had offered apparently had him very motivated.

Jigs opened the letter,

Jigs,

I’ve escorted Nashmeira back to Fortemps manor.  You are to pick her up at sundown and escort her to this address for dinner.  Wear something nice that is NOT ARMOR!!!

E.

The address written below was one he did not recognize, though definitely within the city.

When was the last time he wore something that wasn’t armor?

[eriquin]

The Trolley Problem, Part 8

Hello! It's Eddie! Steve has finally noticed him.

(master post)

Part 8

So Steve went back to school with the idea of a plan. He could pretend that the future events were just a story he was writing, and that he was looking for someone to help him with it. Since the story centered around a bunch of kids running around Hawkins, he couldn’t bring it to either Nancy or Jonathan. They would definitely recognize their little brothers. But those kids also got involved in everything because of their shared hobby, and he knew someone at the school who was an expert in that hobby. He just had to figure out how to talk to him long enough to convince him to help.

The cafeteria was always noisy, but sometimes something would set off Eddie Munson and he would launch into a tabletop rant, yelling at the different tables around him about whatever had irked him recently. Today was one of those days. For once, Steve leaned back and paid attention to what he was saying. He was ranting about homecoming, which had already happened a few weeks before, and it launched from there into his disdain for the football playoffs. Steve knew that Hawkins was going to lose its next game, but right now the school was excited about it. Eddie was berating them all for their school spirit. It was funny to watch, and it made Steve laugh about how tightly tied everyone was to their school identities, Eddie included.  

“Hey, Tommy?” he asked, getting his friend to look up from his seat down on the other side of the table. The people next to him looked over as well. Carol was off talking to some girls from her art class, but there were a couple of other juniors sitting with them. Steve gestured for Tommy to come closer so that they could talk without being overheard, and Tommy complied almost immediately.

“What’s up?” he whispered. The way his eyes lit up at Steve having actually initiated a conversation made Steve’s heart ache, just a little bit. He wished that Tommy was someone he could tell about the weird shit that was going to go down, but it was safer if he wasn’t involved at all.

Steve kept his voice low. “Hey, Munson sells stuff, right?” he asked. Tommy looked surprised, but nodded. “You ever buy from him?”

“Yeah.” Tommy got a pinched look on his face. “Why do you ask?” 

“How does it work? How do I get in contact with him?”

“I can get it for you, if you need something.” 

“I know that, Tom, I just—” Steve rubbed his temples. “I need to talk to him about something and I don’t want everyone in the whole school to see, you know? I’d actually rather they think I was buying drugs from him, if anything.”

Tommy frowned deeply. He kept his voice at a whisper, but he sounded pissed when he asked,  “What do you need to talk to The Freak about, Harrington?” 

Steve sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Tom, I really can’t tell you. Look, you just gotta trust me on this. Just this once? I will tell you when it’s over.” 

Tommy pulled his chair closer to Steve. “Look, man,” he said. “Whatever it is, you know I’m in, right? Like, if you have some weird shit you need done, you don’t even need to explain it. Just point me at it, tell me where to be, and I’m there.” 

The sincerity in Tommy’s face almost made Steve cave and tell him. He gave it serious thought. Tommy might balk and not believe him, might think he was crazy, but then again he might just be ready to throw down with whatever monster showed up. Carol, too. And it might get either of them killed, and then Steve would never forgive himself. “Tom, I wish I could tell you,” he said. “But it’s not... I just can’t. Not yet.”

“But you can talk about it to Munson?” Tommy scoffed, but he still kept his voice low.

“Not like you think,” Steve said. “There’s a rumor, and it’s about something dangerous, and I need to ask Eddie some stuff to figure out if it’s true or not. Look, it’s probably nothing. Once I clear it up, I swear I’ll explain why I’ve been acting so weird.” 

Tommy frowned, practically pouting. “You promise?” 

“I promise,” Steve said. Internally, he thought that if he managed to keep Barb alive and Will from being kidnapped, he’d also avoid any fucked up NDAs that the lab might make him sign. Then he could tell both of them whatever he wanted. It wasn’t like they’d believe him. 

Tommy held out his hand for Steve to shake, and Steve did. Then he told Steve how to find the picnic bench out in the woods, and when Munson was likely to be there. “But be careful. He’s kind of skittish and if he doesn’t like you, he’s just as likely to fight you as send you away.”

Steve glanced over at Eddie, who was still standing on the table despite there being a teacher there, telling him off. Eddie had a rounder face than he remembered, but it might’ve been because his hair was shorter, like a bob of chin-length curls. He still wore the same leather jacket and clunky rings. Steve remembered him cowering a boat house, terrified and helpless, and then coming to terms with the reality of monsters and psychic murderers. Underneath the prickly exterior, he was a good guy. “I think I can handle him,” Steve said.

[weather-mood]

hi lovely <3 directors commentary on rumpelstilskin? >.<

Oh god rumpelstiltskin was a fever dream I wrote over a long weekend like I was possessed. I’ve never written that fast in my life before or since.

So the initial germ of the idea came from the wonderful @dlsintegration who was talking about vampire myths and counting rice and how that was just a Loumand date night. And I started thinking about how it’s also a kind of fairytale task and wouldn’t that be fun? Impossible fairytale task roleplay? Rumpelstiltskin style? Maybe some mind gift play in the mix? It avalanched from there.

It’s think it’s possibly my favourite thing I’ve written. We’ve got Louis not knowing he’s a vampire which was so funny to write, impossible tasks (that aren’t impossible for him other than the last one), Armand stretching his acting muscles, human Rashid who can’t possibly be paid enough, and the slowly building sexual tension.

There was a potential subplot I cut about Louis slowly figuring out that he was in a relationship with Armand that he didn’t remember (Louis noticing that they have matching cufflinks is a remnant of that).

Since this is directors commentary, I can bring up how and when Armand offers the out because I haven’t actually talked about that before! Armand doesn’t bring up the ‘waking up’ option while Louis is scared earlier in the scenes, he only brings it up during the dinner when Louis’s about the drink the blood. I think it’s the first time they’ve done a mind game this extensive and hunger and feeding is enough of a pain point for Louis that neither of them were 100% sure about how that would go. So that’s why Armand offers the out then and not before. The fear is fine and agreed upon but hunger/feeding/blood is an area where Armand treads more carefully.

Bonus behind the scenes facts!

- Armand counted the rice beforehand while Louis browsed for what bed and sheets he wanted (Loumand parallel play date night)

- Rashid was told ahead of time by Armand (while Louis was in the room) about the upcoming roleplay and what was expected of him. He was not warned about the dining room scene, that was improv on Armand’s part.

- the dining room scene with the food tasting like nothing was inspired by the Pirates of Caribbean scene with Elizabeth and Barbosa

- The wiping of the blood from Louis’s mouth during that same scene was inspired by that art from pink, we all know the one.

- the roleplay idea definitely came about from Armand calling Louis princess and then Louis joking about being in a tower and it went from there

- Louis chose the bed and when they were going to do the game. Everything else was Armand’s design.

- I’m dyslexic and having to type rumpelstiltskin so many times as hell on earth 😭

[littleberrybat]

If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?

Ok so when I was 16 I was really into kpop, and not to be all I liked it before it was cool, but I'm old enough that it legitimately wasn't cool or a very common interest at the time. At least where I lived, I'm sure it was popular other places. But anyways, I heard that Boyfriend was going to be performing in Chicago* and I was immediately desperate to go. I'd never even dreamed that I'd get the chance to see a kpop band and then suddenly here was an opportunity.

As far as I know this was the first a kpop band that played somewhere in the US that wasn't on the east or west coast, and I figured if I didn't go then I'd never get the chance to see a kpop band again. I begged my mom to drive me down to Chicago like I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted to go to that concert, and I had just enough money saved that I could afford a ticket in the nosebleed section. Initially she said no, but then a few days later she said yes she'd drive and that she'd actually go to the concert with me. I just about died from excitement.

The magical part of this story is that while we were standing outside the venue waiting to be let in a lady came through asking if everyone in our line had gotten their wristband yet. I said no, so she gave us one.

Fast forward to the end of the concert and they make an announcement that anyone who paid for the VIP meet-and-greet should congregate in the lobby and make sure their wristbands were visible. I couldn't believe it, I was like wait wait WAIT do you mean the wristband that I'm wearing???

Turns out that in the chaos of people waiting to get in, we'd accidentally stood in the line for people who'd bought the really expensive VIP tickets. And by some incredible luck and a lady who definitely fucked up by not checking our tickets before giving us a wristband, I got to meet the band. It wasn't like one on one or anything, they were sitting at a table and we walked past them while they signed the photobooks we'd been given. Still I was over the moon about it. We did get to high five each of them tho lol.

I actually thought a lot about this ask and what memory I'd pick, which idk maybe it's not supposed to be that deep. I picked this one because I've never been that excited about anything in my life, even now. I was so blissfully happy and not self conscious about my intrests or what I looked like. I'd also never been around so many people that liked the same thing as me before, and there were significantly more people than I'd been expecting. I hadn't known so many people liked kpop so that was cool.

And maybe more than that, this is one of the few genuinely good experiences I've had with my mom. I grew up in an abusive and neglectful household and most of my early life was very very bad. I have no idea why my mom let me go or even actually how I found the courage to ask because I knew better than to ask for things. That's also part of why I was so excited because she was being so nice to me. And few months after the concert shit really hit the fan and I couldn't handle things anymore, so this was the last time I remember being happy for a very long time.

I'm doing well now tho! I'm healthy and safe, and even tho I still struggle with things, the last time I was really happy was this morning. I had pancakes for breakfast and tilly (my cat) insisted on laying on the table in front of me while I ate. She's shedding her winter coat like crazy tho so I think I probably ate some cat fur too lmao.

*Chicago is a big city in northern Illinois. Wisconsin, where I grew up, is the state above it. Just thought I'd mention that in case anyone wasn't familiar with it.

[raychleadele]

If we chat on Discord you’ve already been subjected to my renewed American Girl obsession but I apparently haven’t posted about it here so I’m going to introduce you all to my girls.

This is my Kirsten. I was about 9 years old when I purchased her - it was around 1998-1999. I knew my parents would never be able to afford an AG doll for me, so I saved up for her myself. My mom initially told me I couldn’t have one until I was able to read one of their books on my own, but that wasn’t a problem for me since I was an avid reader, so the only real barrier was finances. I distinctly remember she cost $89 $82 at the time. (Editing because I found an old catalog page and apparently my “distinct memory” was off by $7 lol.) My allowance was only a dollar a week, so I didn’t spend a penny of it for a full year (along with birthday and Christmas money) in order to afford her. Looking back, my mom must’ve been so impressed that I actually saved enough for a doll that she probably paid taxes and shipping for me, because 9 year old me definitely didn’t know to factor that into my savings. I’m still proud of the fact that I managed to purchase her myself, and Kirsten is my first and true AG love.

This is Esther, who I purchased about a year after Kirsten. She is a Just Like You 18, but the line was American Girl of Today when I bought her. I had already been considering buying another doll - in fact I had assigned names to all the Girls of Today in the catalog, imagining who they would be if I had each of them - and then this doll was modified to have bangs. I was instantly in love and knew it had to be her. I spent years playing with Kirsten and Esther daily, and they’re practically sisters. I know she came with a blank book to write her story in, which I definitely did. Unfortunately I don’t know where the book is now, and remember nothing of what her story was at the time. Maybe one day her book will turn up in my mom’s basement.

This is my first doll purchase as an adult. I wasn’t looking to get another doll, but happened to spot her on Facebook Marketplace for a really low price a few weeks ago, and I couldn’t pass her up. She seems to have originally been a Just Like You 23, though she had been given a haircut before I found her. I decided she would be my experiment doll, since I didn’t have the childhood attachment to her and I got her for cheap. So her hair has been recurled, and just tonight I swapped her blue eyes for hazel ones. I’m quite happy with how she’s turned out! I believe I’m naming her Nina.

And lastly I should share this beautiful girl. She’s an Addy from sometime in the 90s, and she just arrived at my home today. This might be controversial to some collectors, but I don’t intend to keep her as Addy. I purchased her specifically for her hair; my Esther’s hair has gotten quite thin after years of childhood play, and I want to treat her to some fresh locks. Now JLY 18 dolls are hard to find so a one-to-one wig swap isn’t an option; and from what I’ve heard, American Girl has changed their textured hair in recent years; I’ve looked at other wig makers and haven’t found anything that truly matches. Because I fell in love with Esther for her hair, I want to keep it as close to original as possible, so an early Addy is the closest match I could get my hands on. So this Addy was purchased to be a hair donor for Esther. After that? Well, she will probably become somebody new! I’ve been toying with a few ideas for what she might end up looking like, and perhaps I’ll share the process.

And that’s everyone! Now that they’ve been introduced I may share more pictures in the future.

[monstermaster13]

TftW: How To Be A Hamon User.

Lisa Lisa (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) TG

Nathan Forester wasn't very big on anime transformations…well, he occassionally did do Pokemon and Digimon and Dragon Ball ones but there was a specific rule in which he stated if he has to do an anime tf, it has to be one he was familiar with and on his tumblr page there had been a bunch of questions about Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, initially he never understood the show or the manga, he wanted to see it but didn't have a crunchyroll account, he had a netflix account but it wasn't paid for, money was never his speciality. He knew a selection of things about the show but wasn't entirely familiar with it, he knew about the 'stands' and also the theme naming aspect and of course he was aware of the pillar men and the vampires since he was always looking for new vampire related movies. He was looking all over for something that could help him understand the lore of the show and why some people enjoyed writing fanfics about it so much.

He wanted to know what the attraction was to the show, and he wanted to learn more so he watched a few review videos and reblogged several jojo things on tumblr to get into it, he was still curious about it and wanted to know what it was about, and that's when he discovered a way to do so. He remembered he came up with a special tv show finder outer app which he decided to use, he looked up Jojo's Bizarre Adventure and came across a means to summon a character, so he used it to summon Josuke and Okuyashu.

'This is a most unusual place. I don't think we've been here before.' 'Hey Josuke, I think that someone must have used the za hando to teleport us here. Huh…my own stand being used on me, that's definitely quirky.' 'Have we been kidnapped?' 'Relax fellas…both of you have not been kidnapped, but you have been summoned. '

"Look, maybe this guy can help us. Did you summon us?"

'Yes, uhhh…hi, my name is Nathan and i'm new to the show you guys are from and I want to know how it works and what it's all about.' Nathan responded nervously. He blushed, but Josuke looked over at him and sensed something…he sensed there was a supernatural aura to him. 'I'm sure you know who we are. Hmmm…you have a very powerful aura, are you a Do you have powers?' 'Well I do have some magical abilities, but I don't think I have a stand but i'd think i'd make a good hamon user.' 'You don't? Would you like to learn from us about our world?'

Nathan nodded as the two guys taught him about where they came from, they gave him a funky history lesson including a lesson explaining the history of the Joestar family, he had a bit of a hard time digesting it all at first but he adjusted to it and even took up a few lessons in making his own set of moves and how to use hamon. 'Woah…I was wrong about this stuff, this is amazing. Your world sounds a lot like the one I live in.' 'You've got vampires in your world too?' 'Oh yes, all kinds of vampires but we haven't seen them yet.'

Josuke knew Nathan was going to make a good student (but he didn't expect to be such a good teacher since he was usually just a rebel with ridiculously good hair) and that's where he got an idea…'I notice you've read a lot of fiction in your world about people turning into the characters from our world.' 'Yes…I'd like to understand why they do it though.' 'Would you like to be transformed yourself? You don't have to if you don't want to.'

"Actually, yes…"

He thought for a few minutes and explained to the duo he was a shapeshifter, he could turn into anyone as long as they were human or humanoid. 'Can you show us?' 'Sure..i'm going to need to concentrate though.' He closed his eyes and concentrated and as he did, his skin slowly lost imperfections and smoothened. 'Woah…this actually feels comfortable.' 'I can tell that you definitely think that.' 'Yeah, the fiction i've read featuring these kind of transformations always came across as being graphic or scary with same depressing elements, but I guess experiencing it personally is different.'

Nathan examined himself as his arms lengthened and his hands shrank in size while his nails lengthened, his chest developed out a bit, becoming slender but also a bit muscled as a pair of breasts developed on them, his torso also slimmed as his clothing remained the same but took on a more radical looking style, in addition to this his back arched while his hips flared out…Josuke was amazed at what he was watching. 'How are you able to do that? Does your stand give you this power?' 'Although you taught me how to use one, I've always been able to morph.'

He chuckled as his stomach slimmed and his legs lengthened, he didn't mind the slurping sensation that was what was going on down below as his privates retracted, he actually thought this was pleasant, as his feet shrank. His shoulders shrank inward as his hair lengthened, turning from brown to jet black. A blue earring formed from a beam of light and flew onto one of his two ears, as his eyebrows thinned and his eyes turned from brown to blue, becoming quite hypnotic as eyelashes blossomed around them. 'Blue…my favorite eye color.'

In addition to this his features softened and feminized, his nose shrank while his lips plumped up, his features warping into those of Lisa Lisa..he couldn't believe it, he was turning into her and it felt nice, he was becoming a Jojo character and he was actually liking it, he dreaded it would be painful like what he had read but it wasn't, it was nice and soothing. As his voice feminized and contorted to match, becoming identical to his appearance.

His or rather 'her' transformation came to a close, 'she' was still Nathan but she looked and sounded like Lisa Lisa herself. 'I gotta say, the women in your world are pretty gorgeous. And so are the guys for that matter.' She examined herself in the mirror, examining herself…this had been the first time 'Nathan' had become a character from that world and she actually liked it.

"How does it feel to be her?"

"Peculiar but nice…"

Josuke chuckled, he knew that he had taught 'Nathan' well. 'Your magic is very versatile I must say.' 'Why thank you. I've spent years practicing how to control it. The first time it was uncontrollable, but over time one does get used to it.' Nathan/Lisa Lisa twirled around for a bit and then discovered there was a new spell in her spellbook a bonding spell which she used to connect them together.

It was through this bond that Nathan/Lisa warmed up to Jojo in general and learned to understand what it was all about and he/she appreciated it even more, which of course proved to be useful later on. And thus brings us to the lesson of the story, sometimes if you are new to something, it's good to give it a go yourself and learn what it's all about by experiencing it yourself.

[aspenmissing]

𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚢 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Y/N and Dean are at a computer while Sam is browsing some postings on a bulletin board.

"Wait, wait, wait, you're doing a nationwide search?" Sam asks.

"Yep. The NCIC, the FBI database—at this point, any Mary who died in front of a mirror is good enough for me," Y/N replies.

"But if she's haunting the town, she should have died in the town."

"I'm telling you there's nothing local; I've checked. So, unless you've got a better idea, "

"The way Mary's choosing her victims, it seems like there's a pattern," Sam observes.

"I know, I was thinking the same thing."

"With Mr. Shoemaker and Jill's hit and run."

"Both had secrets where people died," Dean adds.

"Right. I mean, there's a lot of folklore about mirrors-that they reveal all your lies, all your secrets, that they're a true reflection of your soul, which is why it's bad luck to break them," Y/N says.

"So maybe if you've got a secret, I mean, like a nasty one where someone died, then Mary sees it and punishes you for it," Dean suggests.

"Whether you're the one that summoned her or not."

"Take a look at this," Sam says, showing a picture of a woman lying by a mirror in a puddle of blood. Dean prints out another picture and hands it to Sam. The picture is of a handprint and the letters ‘Tre’.

"It looks like the same handprint."

"Her name was Mary Worthington—an unsolved murder in Fort Wayne, Indiana," Y/N says.

==

"I was on the job for 35 years-detective for most of that. Now everybody packs it in with a few loose ends, but the Mary Worthington murder—that one still gets me.”

"What exactly happened?"

"You three said you were reporters."

"We know Mary was 19, lived by herself. We know she won a few local beauty contests, and dreamt of getting out of Indiana, and being an actress. And we know that the night of March 29th, someone broke into her apartment and murdered her, cutting out her eyes with a knife," Y/N says.

"That's right."

"See, sir, when we asked you what happened, we wanted to know what you think happened," the detective clarifies, pulling out some files.

"Technically, I'm not supposed to have a copy of this," he says, opening a file to the picture Sam, Dean, and Y/N found on the computer. "Now see that there? T-R-E."

"Yeah."

"I think Mary was trying to spell out the name of her killer."

"You know who it was?"

"Not for sure. But there was a local man, a surgeon named Trevor Sampson," the detective explains, showing a picture of the man. "And I think he cut her up good.”

"Now, why would he do something like that?" Y/N asks.

"Her diary mentioned a man that she was seeing. She called him by his initial, "T". Well, in her last entry, she was going to tell "T"'s wife about their affair.”

"Yeah, but how do you know it was Sampson who killed her?"

"It's hard to say, but the way her eyes were cut out...it was almost professional."

"But you could prove it?" Dean asks.

"No. No prints, no witnesses. He was meticulous.”

"Is he still alive?" Dean asks.

"Nope," the detective sighs. "If you ask me, Mary spent her last living moments trying to expose this guy's secret. But she never could."

"Where's she buried?" Sam asks.

"She wasn't. She was cremated.”

"What about the mirror?" Dean says, nodding at the one in the picture. "It's not in some evidence lockup somewhere, is it?"

"Ah, no. It was returned to Mary's family a long time ago.”

"You have the names of her family by any chance?" Sam asks.

==

Dean, Y/N, and Sam are driving down the road. Sam is on his cell phone.

"Oh really? Ah, that's too bad, Mr. Worthington. I would have paid a lot for that mirror. Okay, well, maybe next time. All right, thanks." Sam hangs up.

"So?"

"So that was Mary's brother. The mirror was in the family for years, until he sold it one week ago to a store called Estate Antiques. A store in Toledo."

"So, wherever the mirror goes, that's where Mary goes?" Y/N says.

"Her spirits are definitely tied up with it somehow."

"Isn't there an old superstition that says mirrors can capture spirits?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, there is. Yeah, when someone would die in a house, people would cover up the mirrors so the ghost wouldn't get trapped.”

"So, Mary dies in front of a mirror, and it draws in her spirit."

"Yeah, but how could she move through like a hundred different mirrors?" Sam asks.

"I don't know, but if the mirror is the source, I say we find it and smash it."

"Yeah, I don't know, maybe," Sam's phone rings, and he answers it. "Hello?" The look of concern comes across his face again. "Charlie?"

==

Charlie is sitting on the bed with her head on her knees. Sam, Dean, and Y/N have all of the curtains drawn shut and are throwing sheets over the mirrors or facing them to the wall or floor. Sam then goes to sit next to Charlie.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes, Charlie. It's okay, all right?" Charlie looks up slowly.

"But I can't keep that up forever. I'm going to die, aren't I?"

"No. No. Not anytime soon," Y/N says, sitting on the bed next to Charlie, and then is followed by Dean.

"All right, Charlie. We need to know what happened," Dean says.

"We were in the bathroom. Donna said."

"That's not what we're talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life, there is a secret that has caused someone harm. Can you tell us about it?"

"I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night, at his house, we got into this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said he needed me, and he loved me, and he said, "Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm going to kill myself." And you know what I said? I said, "Go ahead. And I left. How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just...I didn't believe him, you know? I should have," Charlie puts her face back on her knees and starts crying again.

==

"You know her boyfriend killed herself; that's not Charlie's fault," Dean says as they drive in the rain.

"You know, as well as I do, spirits don't exactly see shades of grey, Dean. Charlie had a secret; someone died; that's good enough for Mary.”

"I guess."

"You know, I've been thinking. It might not be enough to just smash that mirror.”

"Why, what do you mean?" Y/N asks.

"Well, Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean, she moves around from mirror to mirror, so who's to say that she's not just going to keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror, and then smash it," Sam replies.

"Well, how do you know that's going to work?"

"I don't, not for sure."

"I will. She'll come after me," Sam says, Y/N tightens her hold on the steering wheel.

"You know what? That's it.” She pulls over before turning around to Sam with a stern look. "This is about Jessica, isn't it? Do you think that's your dirty little secret—that you killed her somehow? Sam, this has got to stop, man. I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night—it's going to kill you. Now listen to me—it wasn't your fault. If you want to blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or, hell, why don't you take a swing at me or Dean? I mean We’re the ones that dragged you away from her in the first place," she says.

"I don't blame you," Sam says, looking at Y/N.

"Well, you shouldn't blame yourself, because there's nothing you could've done," Dean says.

"I could've warned her."

"About what? You didn't know what was going to happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret; I mean, I know all about it. It's not going to work with Mary anyway.”

"No, you don't."

"I don't what?" Y/N says.

"You don't know all about it. I haven't told you two everything.”

"What are you talking about?" Dean says.

"Well, it wouldn't be a secret if I told you, would it?" Sam replies.

"No. I don't like it. It's not going to happen; forget it," Dean says, looking surprised.

"Dean, Y/N, that girl back there is going to die unless we do something about it. And you know what? Who knows how many more people are going to die after that? Now we're doing this. You've got to let me do this.”

==

Once the three were at the shop, Sam was trying to pick up the lock on the door. It opens, and they see many mirrors in the shop.

"Well, that's just great," Dean says as he pulls out the picture of Mary's dead body to look in the mirror. "All right, let's start looking." They split up and walked around the store, and they saw a flashlight that seemed to be part of an alarm. "Maybe they've already sold it," Sam's flashlight says, stopping on the mirror.

"I don't think so." Dean and Y/N walk over to him, and Dean pulls out the picture again to compare, confirming that it's the correct mirror.

"That's it," Y/N sighs. "Are you sure about this?" Sam hands her a flashlight. Sam sighs.

"Bloody Mary. Bloody Mary," Sam looks at his older siblings, who both give him an unsure look back. Sam picks up the crowbar. "Bloody Mary," Dean turns to see a light coming through the store. He nudges Y/N, who also looks.

"We'll go check that out. Stay here, be careful," Sam readies the crowbar again. "Smash anything that moves." Dean and Y/N crawl away towards the front door, where they see a headlight. "Crap!" Dean puts the crowbar down and begins to walk to the door. Sam hears a breath, so he turns to look at a different mirror. Dean and Y/N are now outside, facing the police.

"Hold it."

"Whoa guys, false alarm, we tripped the system," Dean says.

"Who are you?"

"We're the boss's kids," Y/N says.

"You're Mister Yamashiro's kid?" Back in the shop, Sam sees Mary in a different mirror now; he sees her there out of the corner of his eye and smashes the mirror with the crowbar. She is in a different one now, and he sees her and smashes that mirror too. He is now back, facing her mirror.

"Come on. Come into this one." Sam looks oddly at his reflection, which has now taken a mind of its own. Sam starts having trouble breathing and has a trickle of blood coming out of his eye. He drops the crowbar and grabs his chest.

"It's your fault. You killed her. You killed Jess.” Back outside, Dean and Y/N are still talking to the cops, trying to persuade them into leaving them alone.

"As I said, we were adopted," Dean says.

"Yeah," Dean, and Y/N are being covered back and front by two cops.

"You know, I just—we really don't have time for this right now." Y/N punches the cop in front of her, while Dean backhands the other, then punches the same cop. They are now on the ground.

"You never told her the truth—who you were." Sam is now falling towards the ground. "But it's more than that, isn't it? Those nightmares you've been having of Jessica dying, screaming, and burning—you had them for days before she died. Didn't you!?! You were so desperate to ignore them, to believe they were just dreams. How could you ignore them like that? How could you leave her alone to die!?! You dreamt it would happen!!!" Dean's crowbar goes through the mirror. Y/N bends down to the floor to meet Sam.

"Sam, Sammy!" Dean comes down next to them.

"It's Sam," Y/N smiles, shaking her head. Putting their foreheads together.

"God, are you okay?" Dean says, noticing the blood on Sam's eye.

"Uh, yeah,"

"Come on, come on." He pulls Sam up. He puts Sam's arm over his neck, Y/N doing the same with his other arm, and they begin to walk out until Mary comes out of the frame of the picture. They turn to see her crawling over the broken glass. Mary walks towards them, and the three fall to the ground. They start bleeding from the face, but Y/N reaches up and pulls over a mirror so that Mary is forced to see her reflection.

"You killed them! All those people! You killed them!" Mary starts choking to death and melts into a pile of blood. Y/N throws down the mirror she held, and it shatters.

"Hey, Sam? Dean?"

"Yeah?" they say in unison.

"This had got to be like, what? 600 years of bad luck?" Sam and Dean chuckle weakly.

==

Y/N, Sam, and Dean are driving the car with Charlie in the back next to Y/N. They pull up in front of a house.

"So, this is really over?" Dean nods.

"Yeah, it's over."

"Thank you." Dean reaches back to shake her hand while she and Y/N hug. She then gets out of the car.

"Charlie?" Charlie turns around. "Your boyfriend's death...you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen." Charlie smiles faintly, then turns around to go into the house. Dean gently hits Sam in the arm.

"That's good advice." They drive off.

"Hey, Sam?" Y/N says, and he turns to look at her.

"Yeah?"

"Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is."

"Look, you're my sister and brother, and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself." Sam looks out the window and sees Jessica in a white dress on the street corner, standing next to a light pole. As they turn the corner, she disappears behind the pole and isn't seen again.

[manekinoodle]

dumb romcom idea:

- there is a rich man with two bodyguards. one of them has been disappearing more and more lately, and generally not being in the game as much as they should be. think less negligence and more recklessness in protecting their boss.

- the rich guy discovers why this is: the bodyguard has been running an underground orphanage with their salary, because they have no other way of spending it and there's too many little homeless kids around who need protection where they are.

- all the staff are well paid and the children are well cared for. the rich guy catches the bodyguard red handed at the orphanage and has to make a choice.

- does he let the bodyguard be? but at that point his own safety will be in jeopardy if the bodyguard keeps being reckless with their own safety. does he fire the bodyguard? then they will have no salary to pay for this and he will be responsible for preventing the development of good and happy children. and he feels bad for the bodyguard who he has a soft spot for 👀 after so long working together and many close calls.

- in a spark of genius he fires the bodyguard... but then declares himself their sugar daddy as a means of throwing money at the (former) bodyguard and keeps paying them their salary as if nothing has happened. bodyguard 2 is pissed that now they have to work alone. our bodyguard was their bestie :(

- and in yet another spark of genius he adopts a couple of kids. just to show the (former) bodyguard how cool he is. it's not just a soft spot it's a tendency to showboat for the person he likes i guess lol.

- the kids really do look like him: so much so that the boy, who is shy and sweet, asks if he's their daddy. the girl, his twin sister, is a lot more sceptical and just holds her brother back. "i can be," answers the rich guy. kids can't be that hard, right?

- as they are leaving the dumbstruck (former) bodyguard, the rich guy asks the kids if they like them. they do and wish they were their parent rather than a benefactor. rich guy proposes they help him win the (former) bodyguard's heart because he wants to repay their devotion with his own or something. guy's a bit weird.

- romcom shit in between where guy and kids try to keep inserting themselves into (former) bodyguard's life while they are still dumbstruck by the fact their (former) boss is a little deranged.

- and of course we get bonding with the kids. rich guy becomes a responsible father over time with the help of (former) bodyguard and bodyguard 2. kids get used to having chaotic parents who love them.

- bodyguard 2 is a bit of a mediator character. they're besties with (former) bodyguard but likes their boss well enough too. they don't gossip but they let other characters talk themselves into corners.

- (former) bodyguard finds out that kids knew that rich guy wanted to genuinely win their heart and got them to help. bodyguard is furious at rich guy for bringing the children into this with the promise of another parent so irresponsibly. and tells him that he probably just took the kids to use them to have the person he wanted. that he wasn't qualified to be a parent.

- well our man is sad when he gets home. i don't want him to take it out on the kids so they come and comfort him and he gives them a big hug. not the first he's initiated but definitely the most loving. these are his kids. he asks them what if they never have another parent. the kids think it's ok because they have an amazing dad now.

- just as he's resolved to move on from (former) bodyguard eventually, bodyguard 2 comes in alerting rich guy to their kidnapping! after bodyguard 2 is left with the kids, rich guy trudges through the rainstorming city to go to where (former) bodyguard is being held.

- rich guy saves his one true love in a mirror of the way he was saved at the very start maybe. but he hadn't thought of an escape plan. whoops. at least (former) bodyguard is touched by his recklessness in their last moments...

- until bodyguard 2 shows up in a helicopter with the two kids because fuck yeah and everyone is saved and rich guy finally gets a kiss. kids go ew as they do.

- anyway (former) bodyguard upgrades themselves from sugar baby to partner after. and they all lived happily ever after :)

[jennystahl]

Hey sorry!! anon again. do you have any place to download those fonts free? thanks so much ;_;

😌

inspecture script

tw cen mt condensed

inkheart brush dry -- no idea, i’m sorry :/ i never save where i get my fonts so :(

fillia sans bold

times new roman -- you should have this already

[donutloverxo]

How big do you think Steve is....? 👀☕

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I've got like a lot of feelings and thots about this but I'll just summarize them with this... smut, Steve has bde and a big🍆🍆, cumplay, this is like really filthy.

"Yes... um, Captain," Stacey bit her lip, she couldn't help herself. She knew she shouldn't be checking out her friends man but she was sure you'd forgive her. This was Captain freaking America. It would be an injustice to not appreciate his beauty. "What brings you to our little corner today?"

"Um... I'm here to see L/N," blushing a deep shade of pink and rubbing the back of his neck. The bouquet of lillies in his hand, and one of chocolates in another only making him stand out more so.

Stacy chuckled at his misery. "You call her by her last name? Hm... I actually think she'd like it better if it was the other way around."

Steve quirked a brow because he didn't understand what she meant by that. Smiling when he saw you return to your seat. "What're you doing here?" with a sweet smile on your face. Leaning up on your tippy toes to give him a small peck on his lips. "It's a nice surprise."

"Just wanted to give you these," he said as he handed the flowers and the chocolates over to you, "And to ask you to maybe have dinner at my place tonight?"

You giggled as you opened the lid of the box, mouth watering at the variety of sweets to select from, "Stevie, we're in a relationship now. You don't have to ask me out every single time." As you plopped a mint one in your mouth.

"It still feels nice to," He said before kissing you goodbye to return to his floor.

You offered some of your chocolates to Stacey, who seemed to be giving you the side eye for some reason.

"Is it true?" She asked.

"Is what true?"

"Does he have a fifteen inch long cock?"

Which made you choke on the coconut that was in your third chocolate. "What the hell?!"

"You gotta tell me. I promise I'll cover any of your shifts for you while you go on getaways with him to like Europe or something. I'll do your boring paper work. Alright, I understand you wanna keep his privacy," she nodded, bringing her hands together, "Just say when," She said as her palms started drifting apart.

"Stop that!" you swatted at her palms. "I don't know how big he is. We're taking it slow." You huffed. Going slow was his idea. He was old school in that way. You had no idea how you had resisted from climbing him like a tree for so many months.

"Listen, girl, it's just that he has major BDE. When he gives those speeches, and those clips of him fighting bad guys, you just know he has a big dick."

You did believe he had big dick energy as well. At a low moment you told him your supervisor was being an ass to you, even calling you a slut once for dating Captain America. You didn't want to burden him with your problems, which seemed to insignificant in front of his, and you didn't want him to do anything brash.

The very next day he paid your boss a visit. He didn't flaunt the fact that he was Captain America or a very powerful man. He didn't need to. He naturally had a very commanding presence. He just gave a long lecture to your boss on how to respect women, after which they never bothered you again.

You'd never admit this to Steve but you literally wanted to jump his bones them. He looked so fucking hot defending your honor like that. He was your knight in shining armor and you'd let him to anything to you.

Not to mention, you could see the outline of his probably long and thick dick in his jogging pants. That one unfortunate morning you agreed to go running with him. The only good thing that came out of it was that you got to oggle his ass and his dick.

You could feel his hands squeezing your breasts over your dress, you broke the kiss to take a look at him. Glassy eyes and cheeks flushed red, his chest heaving because you took his breath away.

"I wanna go all the way, Stevie." You demanded. "I've waited long enough for you."

"You know I could never say no to you, doll. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Which he most definitely did. He must've spent like an hour between your legs, using his mouth and his fingers, worshipping evey inch of your body. You felt him rutting against the mattress but chose not to say anything.

"Wait, stop..." you pushed his head away, your pussy too sensitive after the third orgasm to be touch again as he pouted up at you. You sat up on your butt, "I wanna suck your cock," you said, making grabby hands for it.

"Um... you sure, doll? You don't have to," he was too shy to be naked in front of you. He still had his pants and underwear on. You were going to insist that he take it all off but you could barely handle a shirtless Steve, a completely naked one would probably turn your brain to mush.

"Yes I want it! Do you not want me?" your voice quivering just a little. You knew he wanted you, of course he did. But why can't he be vulnerable with you like you are with him?

"No no," he cupped your face, kissing your forehead, "Of course I want you. I want you more than anything else in the world. It's just that... I'm big. Before the serum it was pretty average and now... women get surprised a little."

"How big?" you sniffled.

"I guess you'll see," he said, pulling his briefs and his pants down at the same time.

You let out a loud gasp when you saw it. A literal monster cock. "Oh my god...." you breathed out, "I don't think that's gonna fit in me, Stevie.."

It was the biggest you've ever seen. Pink, long and thick, you could even make out a few veins on it, standing tall and proud against his hard abs, some blonde hair at the base of it. Pearly pre ejaculate oozing out of him, which made you salivate.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, angel," he stroked your hair, "That's for me to figure out. You just have to sit there and make good on your promise. Now come on, open up," he tapped his tip on your lips and you opened as wide as you could.

He wasn't even halfway in when he hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He softly fucked into your mouth, which some sucking and help from you. Holding onto your head lovingly as he spoke about how good you made him feel.

"You gonna swallow it for me?" he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

'I wouldn't let a drop escape.' You wanted to say but it came out all jumbled since your mouth was stuffed full.

Finally you felt ropes of his spend hit the back of your throat. You were naive to think you'd swallow it all. You could barely get half of it no matter how hard you tried, most of it spilled out of your mouth and onto your chest.

He finally pulled out, looking at his girl so proudly, so eager to please him.

"I'm sorry," you said, as you tried to gather as much of his cummies off your body as you could. It tasted salty, the aftertaste being just a little bit sweet. You wondered if that was because of the serum too. "I promise I'll get it all next time. I'll be more prepared."

"'is not your fault, doll. There's... a lot of it."

"I like that though," you whined up at him as you licked your fingers, "I like it. It means you love me so much you made like tons of goodies for me."

He chuckled at that, pecking your lips, "I do love you a lot."

He made you lie back to make sure you were comfortable, wrapping your legs around his hips, "You tell me if it hurts okay, baby?" he asked to which you gave him a meek nod.

Bracing yourself for the pain. Despite how wet and ready and relaxed you were, it still hurt initially. But you asked him to keep going because you wanted to make him feel good and take all of him.

After a few moments you asked him to move.

"Your dick is so beautiful, Stevie." You beamed up at him.

"Not as beautiful as you, doll." He groaned as he pulled his hips back before rutting back into you.

"Nooo," you whined. This man needed to learn how to take a compliment! "No, your dick is so pretty. It's yours, and I'm in love with it."

"I'll promise you one thing, honey. You'll be the only one who gets to see it again from now on. It's for your eyes only now."

"Forever?" you pouted.

"Yes, forever."

You looked down at where both your sexes were joined together, "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on, Captain," you said as you clenched around him, making him bite the crook of your neck.

"Did you just give my dick a petname?"

"Yes, do you like it?" you asked, hopefully.

Steve would rather have you call him Captain. But you seemed so excited, "Yes, of course. You can call it whatever you like, baby."

He was trying to pull out of you to come, of course you wouldn't have that so you pulled him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him.

"I'm good..." you rasped, "got an implant and everything." Which would protect you from having any super soldier babies. "Please come in me."

"How can I say no that," his thrusts became a little more rushed and erratic. You could feel his warm cum fill you up and then ooze out of you as he pulled out.

He tched as he looked at your swollen pussy, "That won't do..." he said as he tried to push his cum inside of you but it was too much for your small cute pussy.

"I've got plugs at my home we can use to keep it in..." you moaned, extra sensitive to his touch then. "Can I have some more of it, please?"

You asked as he scoped your combined juices up with his fingers before feeding it to you.

"Just for now, doll. Next time we'll try that plug idea of yours," he said as he made sure you thoroughly sucked his fingers clean.