#i technically am blond. or well i was. haven’t seen my natural colour in like 7 years

[todesboten]

what if i went blond again like would that be fucked up or what

[angelstraightfr0mhell]

Get to know me unconditionally well

So @eatmyshiftsticky tagged me to do this cause they're super cool. Okay let's go, buckle up.

1. What is your middle name? 

It's a name

2. How old are you? 

59283958 years old

3. When is your birthday? 

August 19th

4. What is your zodiac sign? 

Leo

5. What is your favourite colour? 

Black and purple

6. What’s your lucky number?

I don't believe in luck

7. Do you have any pets?

I have one whole cat

8. Where are you from? 

Missouri 

9. How tall are you?

5'5" ish I think

10. What shoe size are you? 

Uh like and 8 and a half

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 

A few but I only wear like 3 pairs

12. What was your last dream about? 

I had a dream the other night that I was running through a field with the boys while "falling for you" by Colbie Caillat was playing

13. What talents do you have? 

I can make a bed and do laundry really well.

14. Are you psychic in any way? 

Actually yes (ask me about it if you'd like me to elaborate)

15. Favourite song? 

Oh damn, right now probably Strawberry Shortcake by Melanie Martinez because fuck men saying women can't wear whatever the fuck they want.

16. Favourite movie? 

Lilo and Stitch

17. Who would be your ideal partner? 

Someone who would help me commit a crime then hide the evidence

18. Do you want children? 

Hell to the NO

19. Do you want a church wedding? 

I would burst into flames if I walked into a church

20. Are you religious? 

Hell no

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 

Too many times

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 

Not yet

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 

Not to my knowledge

24. Baths or showers?

BOTH

25. What color socks are you wearing? 

invisible ones

26. Have you ever been famous? 

When I was in high school everyone knew me as "Sean's baby sister" if that counts for something

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 

Never. I like my privacy

28. What type of music do you like? 

Most things except country, trash rap, and garbage pop

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 

I have actually

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 

3, one giant body pillow, one for me, and one for me love

31. What position do you usually sleep in? 

Any and all positions, I move around way too much

32. How big is your house? 

Not very, it's got like 3 bedrooms, a bathroom, living room and kitchen. And a spooky basement.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 

What's breakfast?

34. Have you ever fired a gun? 

Once or twice

35. Have you ever tried archery? 

Not that I recall

36. Favourite clean word? 

Bleach

37. Favorite swear word? 

FUCKING HELL

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 

like 3 days

39. Do you have any scars? 

I have several

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 

Not to me knowledge

41. Are you a good liar? 

Depends on the lie

42. Are you a good judge of character? 

Oh hell yeah I am

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 

Yes, badly

44. Do you have a strong accent? 

I don't think I do, I'm from southeast missouri so it's like not super southern but has that twang. And I put emphasis on certain syllables apparently

45. What is your favourite accent? 

All accents are good accents

46. What is your personality type? 

Too much

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 

I don't even know. All my clothes come from antique and thrift shops so there's literally nothing of monetary value there

48. Can you curl your tongue? 

Not that I'm aware of

49. Are you an innie or an outie? 

Wouldn't you like to know

50. Left or right-handed? 

Righty

51. Are you scared of spiders? 

Nope. I'm the designated spider killer at work, literally any time there is a spider at work I'm the one that has to kill it.

52. Favourite food? 

PASTA

53. Favourite foreign food?

isn't all food foreign?

54. Are you a clean or messy person? 

Am neat freak

55. Most used phrase? 

"Builds character"

56. Most used word? 

FUCK

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 

Anywhere between 20 minutes to an hour or so

58. Do you have much of an ego? 

Not that I know of

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 

I don't really eat lollipops

60. Do you talk to yourself? 

Yeah, way too much

61. Do you sing to yourself? 

Uh yeah, someone's got to

62. Are you a good singer? 

HAHAHAHAHAH no

63. Biggest Fear? 

Losing the person I love most

64. Are you a gossip? 

I am a human, I guess

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 

Age of Adaline

66. Do you like long or short hair? 

Either is fine with me

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 

Bitch bye

68. Favourite school subject? 

If music doesn't count then science

69. Extrovert or Introvert? 

Extroverted introvert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 

Never ever

71. What makes you nervous? 

When you have a new guest down for a color and they come in with dark hair and say they wanna be platinum (hashtag hairstylist probs)

72. Are you scared of the dark? 

Not really anymkre

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 

Sometimes but not always

74. Are you ticklish? 

Sometimes

75. Have you ever started a rumour? 

I'm sure I have

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 

Yeah actually

77. Have you ever drank underage? 

Uh yeah, everyone has and if they say they haven't then they're lying

78. Have you ever done drugs? 

Sure have

79. Who was your first real crush?

This boy named Cody in kindergarten. I made him a necklace and he gave me a card

80. How many piercings do you have? 

Technically 3

81. Can you roll your R’s?

I can

82. How fast can you type? 

A decent speed

83. How fast can you run? 

I use to be one of the fastest runners in freshman gym class but I suck now

84. What colour is your hair?

Naturally it's a dark brown, artificially I'm a blonde

85. What color is your eyes? 

Green around my pupils and blue around the green

86. What are you allergic to? 

I'm intolerant to fish.

87. Do you keep a journal? 

I do for my tarot readings and witchy things 

88. What do your parents do? 

Mind your business

89. Do you like your age? 

Sure

90. What makes you angry? 

Close minded people

91. Do you like your own name? 

Eh

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?

I've thought about dog names for when I finally have time for a dog

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?

I just want a dog, I don't care about gender

94. What are you strengths? 

I can drink an entire big bottle of wine and still be okay

95. What are your weaknesses?

I cannot have more than one and a half entire big bottles of wine and be okay

96. How did you get your name? 

It was the only one my parents could agree on

97. Were your ancestors royalty? 

They're dead, why's it matter?

98. Do you have any scars?

See question number whatever this was before

99. Colour of your bedspread? 

Is red

100. Colour of your room? 

Is grey

Tagging: @satans-helper @mountainofthesunn @sammyscherub @dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade @saywecanart @rubyknoby @jeordinevankiszka @sparrowof-thedawn

[kairoth]

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hey! done on laptop so sorry if there are any mistakes

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

♥ my mum?? i think.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

♥ definitely shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

♥ wellll soon we'll be going to see the two lil puppies i've gotta choose from and i'm excited about that!

4. Are you easy to get along with?

♥ i mean... idk?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

♥ prob not

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

♥ hhh kind people. like, attracted to as in i'd date them... same thing pretty much but also i tend to fall for more dominant people.  

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

♥ prob not lmao. no one wants to date me i'm gross

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

♥ uhh my mum. last night. sort of.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

♥ literally every song by EDEN takes up my top 50.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

♥ YEA

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

♥ i mean sometimes.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

♥ it's not summer yet but uhhhh i'm gonna get a puppy!

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

♥ hhh our parents are friends and we're still kind of awkward friends? we haven't like actually had full conversations in a long time but we still hang out sometimes.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

♥ yea! but like,, not to where you get bubbles in your mouth cos bleh

20. Do you like your neighbors?

♥ a little! the people close to us are pretty nice. there's this one old lady across the way from us whose dog i used to walk. she let's me pick oranges from her tree and talks to me. it's fun! she's away from home a lot tho since her husband died.

21. What are you bad habits?

♥ rambling, for one. picking at threads for two. uhh, can't think of any more off the top of my head but there's definitely a bunch of other ones.

22. Where would you like to travel?

♥ i reallllyyy wanna go to Ireland. definitely some places in Asia and some more in Europe.

23. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

♥ sleeeeep. soon enough it'll prob be my puppy

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

♥ my cats and my mum. ooh and my aunt danni.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

♥ maybe! i'm pretty polyamorous tho and if i was in a relationship with more than one person it'd feel unfair if i only married one of them... so it'd be really cool if we could make polyamorous marriage a thing pls.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

♥ OOF. uh. just. someone who is kind and loves me and will take care of me, and who i can do the same for. someone who will put up with my clinginess and paranoia. someone who loves animals and hates people who abuse animals or kids or other people just as much as i do. someone who can put up with my quirks in general. i always imagine someone who, if we're separated and reunite, will let me run to them and do the hug thing where they pick me up lol. we can read books to each other and they won't get frustrated if i stumble over my words, we can share music with each other, cook/bake with each other, travel, see an animal and just coo over them together, watch horror movies even tho i hate them but it's ok because i have them with me. sorry long answer lmao,, i got carried away

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

♥ barnes n noble, hot topic just bc, and uuuuuuh that's it.

40. What do you want to do after high school?

♥ ideally i could do a gap year to travel. i might do a gap year and work so i can get money. i don't know if i can get into college, but my mum suggested interning for a local vet, even tho i'm not in medicine, because it's good to have that knowledge if i wanna own an animal shelter. it's a good idea so i might do that.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

♥ it depends. sometimes if you give someone a second chance they'll take it and stab you with it (metaphorically). it all just depends on what they did, who they are, how they are, how they feel about what they did.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

♥ i used to be super loud when i was younger. sometimes i am when with close friends. now, it could just be that i'm focused, or thinking, or comfortable, or sad, or sick, or upset. when i'm angry with my aunt bc she won't stop messing with me i'll go silent. idk.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

♥ sometimes!

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

♥ i'd like to say neither and outerspace. the ocean terrifies me. but so does outer space sometimes????

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

♥ depends on what's happening that day. if something exciting is happening i'll prob get up quick. and if i'm in bed cos i don't feel good then the thing that gets me up is like. the fear of disappointing my parents by not doing anything. or when like my cat is very insistent on needing something (like food or water or getting out of my room) and i don't want to be a bad owner and not get it.

46. What are you paranoid about?

♥ fff what am i not paranoid about?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

♥ mmm... nothing i can really think about?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

♥ black.

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

♥ oh definitely

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

♥ my appearance. or my personality. hm.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

♥ mmm... i won a fencing competition once. but like. it wasn't a huge competition. just a few little series of fights that our teacher was having us do.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

♥ nahh. i've gotten two detentions but never suspended

72. What colour are your towels?

♥ uhh the ones i use are white striped w green and pink.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

♥ there are two 72s??? oh well. uhh only one

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

♥ yea! most of them are just around me, the only two i actually snuggle with are my bbies teddy (a bear i've had since 5) and addi (a panda i got like two years ago?)

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

♥ uhh. maybe 30? or somewhere around there?

75. Favourite animal?

♥ don't make me chooooose

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

♥ never seen it

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

♥ hhh nemo. he's such a good little clever fishie. v mischievous tho

87. First person you talked to today?

♥ mum!

88. Last person you talked to today?

♥ uh prob gonna be my mum

89. Name a person you hate?

♥ trump

90. Name a person you love?

♥ syd ! my kitty

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

♥ uuuuuuuh nah

92. In a fight with someone?

♥ ? nah

100. How are you feeling?

♥ rn? pretty ok. i just finished my geometry course so i've only got three classes left !

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

♥ yes. my entire past. being born. like yikes

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

♥ yes.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

♥ yup

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

♥ ? who knows

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

♥ yea! i used to do lessons but i stopped

108. What should you be doing?

♥ rn? schoolwork

109. Is something irritating you right now?

♥ schoolwork

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

♥ definitely

111. Do you have trust issues?

♥ yes

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

♥ uh my cat i think

113. What was your childhood nickname?

♥ hb

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

♥ yea! my fave state to go to currently is maryland. i love the temperature and the landscape and the fireflies.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

♥ sometimes!

118. Do you like Chinese food?

♥ one of my faves tbh

119. Favourite book?

♥ oof. that's a hard one. uhm. we were liars by e. lockhart.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

♥ yes.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

♥ no. lust at first sight, yea, but not love.

125. Do you believe in true love?

♥ maybe.

126. Are you currently bored?

♥ a lil.

127. What makes you happy?

♥ loved ones, animals, music, warm blankets.

129. What your zodiac sign?

♥ this is always a complex answer from me lmao. technically i'm a leo. but i was supposed to be born in october, not august. and i've always related more to scorpio (and pisces tbh lmao). so i always wanna say i'm a scorpio

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

♥ FF. IT'S SO DUMB I DON'T EVEN WANNA SAY. WORST TIME OF MY LIFE. sorry for caps

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

♥ closed

137. How tall are you?

♥ 4'11

138. Curly or Straight hair?

♥ on me? well long it's curly but it's short rn. it kinda still curls in some spots tho

139. Brunette or Blonde?

♥ naturally i'm a mix. or 'dirty blonde'

140. Summer or Winter?

♥ winter.

141. Night or Day?

♥ night

142. Favourite month?

♥ november

143. Are you a vegetarian?

♥ nahh. i enjoy meat too much

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

♥ milk chocolate is the only chocolate in my eyes

145. Tea or Coffee?

♥ mmm that's hard. i love earl grey tea but coffeeeeeeeeeeeee

146. Was today a good day?

♥ eh. i finished a class so yea

147. Mars or Snickers?

♥ snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote?

♥ ffffff idk tbh

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

♥ i am a ghost!!!

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

♥ there's no book close to me and i couldn't find my fave which is stressing but i'll do this before looking for it so i'mma just use a random one. book is we all looked up, by tommy wallach. "he marched into the school and took the director aside, explaining that they had a strict rule in their house - curriculars before extracurriculars."

[tinekortermann]

Those who endure

Manga: Naruto  Rating: Rated M for language, mild violence and lemons. Pairings: SasuSaku, NaruHina, NejiTen, ShikaTema, SaiIno Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Summary: Life had never been easy on Sakura Haruno, and she didn’t think it would possible be different this time, when she enters a new school after expiring death at a close hand. What will happen when she befriends the school’s chick-flick-lover and falls for the school’s mysterious heartthrob? AU. Can also be read at fanfiction.net at tinekortermann - Those Who Endure 

Chapter 1. Responsibilities

SAKURA: SUNDAY EVENING Being the smart girl was easy. Ignoring the distant whisper and sometimes the cruel shouting was easy. Being alone was surprisingly easy as well. And being unnoticed used to be so damn easy too.

The shame I, Sakura Haruno, was feeling deep in my heart probably made me look guilty as hell. I couldn’t stop feeling that people stared at my back or turned their heads when I walked passed them, like my inner feelings of shame, guilt, and disaster was written all over my face, even though I technically only knew one blond knucklehead in this town, Konoha, and then of course my loving Grandma, which I am living with. A knucklehead I had purposely avoided the last two months since I moved to Konoha, which I indeed still did. 

The mere thought made me raise the hood on my black baggy sweater over the already pitch-black cap and headphones I was wearing as I walked down the street. It may have looked very wrong of a young 17 years old girl, but being unnoticed was the number one priority, because being alone was the easy solution. It had always been the easy solution.

I came to a stop and looked one of my fears death on: The entrance of Konoha’s very own Private High School. I felt every nerve twitch unpleasantly, my inner guts told me to fucking run for it and yet all my brain thought was: ‘I am so not ready for this’ when my feet suddenly crossed the road and walked straight to what made me feel like would become a living hell. Because what could possibly be different? Communication and socialisation had always been a living awkwardly hell for me.

I stared blankly at the school building. I honestly didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Like seeing a building would make it any easier to walk inside it tomorrow? Guess I wasn’t as smart as I liked to think – it seemed like the stupidest idea ever. ‘So, what is your next move now, huh genius?’ I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything. I placed myself up against an old chain link fence at the end of a shabby basketball track, turned up the volume of my music and closed my eyes – trying to think about nothing. But I knew it was hopeless as my thoughts already began wandering.

The memory was still clear as a cloudless sky, the light was still brightening as the sun on a warm summer day, the smell of smoke, burned rubber, warm asphalt, blood and gasoline still too familiar, and the sound of the clash was as loud as the damn music I was listening to.

It was hopeless to forget the brightening light coming towards me; hopeless to forget how my breath automatically caught in my throat, so it was completely impossible and painful to breathe in the next one; hopeless to forget how slow the brightening light came directly towards me, yet everything happened so fast; hopeless to forget the panic attack I got in mere seconds that made me lose all rational thinking; hopeless to forget my mother’s last scream and my father yelling my name for the last time; hopeless to forget how my foot slammed the brakes at the same time my father reached and turned the steering wheel – the formula of pure disaster; hopeless to forget how my body slammed into the side of the car door at the impact of the other car; impossible to forget how I blacked out and awakened, with the feeling of incredible pain, upside down in the car being hold up by the seatbelt, only capable of hearing a loud sharp and unpleasant tone, smelling smoke, gasoline, blood, burned rubber and warm brakes, and only seeing blood, broken glass and my parents hanging lifeless from their seatbelts. Impossible to forget how my brain wanted my mouth to scream and sobbing at the same time but nothing happened. It is both impossible and hopeless to forget how paralyzed I was at seeing death mere inches from me. 

SASUKE As much as I didn’t want to admit it, it was unendurably true. I, Sasuke Uchiha, was running away from my responsibilities at this very moment. Something I would never in my entire life admit to anyone than myself. I grasped harder around the steering wheel of my modified pitch-black Chevrolet Camaro SS as I drove as far away from the Uchiha mansion as possible. As far away from my father. And my brother. Shame and guilt hit me like a bullet of the thought of them; I would probably always be a failure in my father’s eyes. I was a coward this very moment fleeing from my father’s acknowledgement but the pressure was practically tearing me apart inside out. Like hell I was going to save the entire world and maintain the stability of the city as head of the Police Department, at an age of 17! No. Fucking. Way. What happened to decide for myself?

When I reached the high school of Konoha I slammed the brakes and parked aggressively in the empty parking lot. I grabbed the basketball on the passenger seat which the dobe had intentionally left behind a few days ago giving me no excuses for not training. I had to use my energy. To release the pressure – the anger – without ruining and crashing my car. ‘Not that it actually matters’ I thought, my family was rich as hell, I could just purchase a new one.

When I reached the basketball track I halted in my firm track when my eyes felt upon a dark shadow and the sound of low music or rather violent beats. My eyes narrowed at the sight. It was a girl. ‘What the hell was a girl doing here at this time?’ The next thing I heard was my own voice saying “Hey,” out loud, but meeting no response at all. ‘Annoying’ and before I knew it I slammed the basketball into the fence she sat against.

Her whole body jolted and her hands flew up to cover her face but instead knocked cap, headphones, and the sweatshirt-hoodie of her head. Long beautiful faded pink strands of hair came visible, and it took me a moment to get a hold on my firm composure. The colour somehow seemed familiar yet I couldn’t pinpoint from where or what, only that it looked natural on her on a very unnatural way that somehow made her whole appearance special.

At first, she looked frightened like being caught, yet it changed immediately when she saw me, and she actually looked relieved. I couldn’t help but smirk at her reaction, but when she didn’t say anything for what seemed like minutes it became awkwardly unpleasant – especially since I was used to having girls practically scream around me – and I raised a challenging eyebrow at her. And it worked, like reading her as an open book.

“WHAT?!” she exclaimed.

“Who are you hiding from?” I asked casually and the words made her stiffen. She had a shocked expression for a moment before she narrowed her eyes at me and answered: “I’m not hiding.”

“So why are you wearing all black, covering your face?” I couldn’t help but point lazily at her petty form. She opened her mouth but nothing came out until she sighed, probably accepting defeat. I couldn’t help but smirk.

Something about her triggered me though. She may be readable as an open book but something told me that there were more to her than what the eyes could see. And she didn’t scream and gawk clingingly at me as most girls did. She was being … pleasantly normal. Which was a rarity for me to be met with. So, when she was about to move to get up I couldn’t help myself from striding towards her and sitting down next to her: “Hiding from responsibilities perhaps?” I heard myself ask knowing all too well why.

Her movement stopped at my remark and she remained sitting at the ground, looking surprised at me with big emerald eyes. And I stared at her. I had never seen an eye colour that joyful. So full of life; like the first warm spring day of the year. Yet those eyes seemed swollen from crying; lost from any giving life purpose. I felt like I saw it all in her eyes as we stared at each other for a couple of seconds – yet I couldn’t see anything at all. And that made me curious as hell. Everything about her seemed curious.

“Do you have a reason for hearing that type of music?” I suddenly heard myself ask her. Like not talking was the most uncomfortable thing on earth, which was weird because I appreciated silence more than anything.

“What type?” ‘How annoying’ I thought.

“You know; loud music without lyrics.”

“Why is that even important?” she replied and looked at me with a suspicious expression.

“It’s not,” I said bluntly. “You just don’t seem like that type.” I sounded like I didn’t even care but I knew better.

I could see that she thought about her answer – or if she even should give me an answer at all – and when she did I was taken aback from her honesty: “Before… I didn’t…” she stopped herself and sighed before she continued: “All those studies and analyses says that you find comfort in listening to sad music while being sad and vice versa. But I guess that I’m the exception. While listening to this music,” she pointed at the headphones now laying in her lap “It is easier to think about nothing.”

This only made my curiosity peak even more. ‘Who is this girl? Why haven’t I ever seen her before? What has happened to her? Why is she so … different?’ All I could think about was what she possibly wouldn’t want to think of, and this raised a lot of questions: “What changed?” I started asking, knowing I had to break the ice before asking anything detailed about this nothing-topic.

“Everything.” She stated cold hearted and I knew at that moment that I wouldn’t be able break that damn ice.

Yet she continued after a while: “Music used to be my whole life. I think it is fascinating that you can express yourself so much with so little words – or just with a simple melody.”

This girl was sure annoying: ‘So what changed for God sake?!’ but I figured she wouldn’t open up and say that to a complete stranger after she had avoided the question the first time. And my assumption was right when she suddenly made movements and stood up from the ground. She looked at me for a while before stating worthlessly: “I have to get home,” turning around and starting walking towards the parking lot.

I was yet again taken aback at how uninterested she seemed – or she at least covered it as a champion. ‘She is so different’ I thought for the perhaps third time this evening. I got myself up, grabbed the ball I had brought and strode after her several meters behind. I was surprised when I saw her stopping at my car and seeming to admire it.

“You like American muscles?” she asked more vivacious than any other thing she had yet said to me.

“It is different,” I replied, ‘just like you’ my thought would have added.  

“Supercharged huh?” she remarked “Perhaps a V8?”

‘What. The. Fuck’ my mind was blown away. She was definitely different. Girls didn’t care about cars or engines, hell most girls didn’t even care about what music said as long the beat was good. This actually applied for almost every person but I ignored my own belated wisdom.

I ignored her question and answered her with one of my own: “You are interested in cars?”

“Well my dad was. He thought me everything about cars and he taught me to drive as well,” she flinched at her own words, as she had unintentionally over spoked. Before I had any chance to reply she abruptly spoke again: “I really have to go now.” And she began to slightly run away from the school’s estate.

“At least tell me your name,” I called after her.

She stopped and turned around, slowly walking backwards. She gave me a hint of a smile for the first time that evening before answering: “Sakura.”

“Hn.” I smirked. Different was a good thing, I finally decided.

[persxphxne]

Coincidences (Steve Rogers x Short!Reader)

Hello, readers, this is my first one-shot so please go easy on me. I’m actually contemplating if to make this a multi-part but we’ll see how this goes>.< And Enjoy!

Pairing: Steve x Short!Reader

Summary: Pre-CACW. You start off the day with people teasing you about the one thing you can’t control, your height. Then just when you thought your day couldn’t get worse it gets...better? You start seeing the same cute guy everywhere you go and you start to wonder if it is just a coincidence or fate.

Word Count:1,768

Warnings: A handful of swears.

(Y/N) – Your name

(L/N) – Last name

(s/c) – Skin colour

(B/F/N) – Best friend name

(F/R) – Favourite restaurant

(f/f) - Favourite food

>> Part 2

“Hey, watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry I didn’t see you there…and still, don’t,” the stranger smirks at his own retort before going on his merry way. Probably to a business meeting with CEO’s and shite based on the way his snazzy Kenneth Cole suit made him reek sophistication, it’s always those types that feel to need to be pompous jerks to everyone else. I mean, I know that my 5’2 frame isn’t helping to lessen the insults but still, you shouldn’t be so mean to someone you don’t even know. But then again, when you’re out here on these crowded streets of New York during lunch hour, who’s being nice? I’m lost in my thoughts when,

“Oomph!�� my face meets stone and I violently get pushed, my bum becoming best friends with the floor. Oh wait, that’s not stone, it’s someone’s chest which is covered by a navy blue V-neck…someone’s rock-hard and muscular chest. I inwardly drool as I look up towards his face which now makes me want to melt. His baby blue eyes grant him just enough softness to complement his killer jawline and blonde hair, and not to mention the worry that he held in them which makes me smile. And let us not forget those perfectly sculpted lips which urge me to just crash-

“Sorry ma’am, I didn’t see you there.” Alright, fantasy over.

“Don’t worry, most people don’t,” I shrug away his hand that he oh so generously set out for me with my own (s/c) colored hand and raise myself up from the ground, dusting whatever specs of gravel landed on my Levi blue jeans and a cream-colored blouse.

“Pardon me, ma’am, I meant no disrespect. I was on my,” he seems to pause as if remembering something, “iPhone and wasn’t looking at where I was going.”

“If you say so…,” I sigh, “well I guess no harm was done so enjoy the rest of your day.” I begin to walk towards my intended destination only to hear a faint “wait” from behind me causing my body to instinctually turn in his general direction, only to see him jogging towards me.

“I didn’t get your name, I’m Steve Rogers at you service ma’am.” He puts out his right hand and I hesitantly, but eventually shake it with my own, seeing how my (s/c) hand fit in his pale one.

“It’s not like you need it…but mine’s (Y/N) (L/N), and there is no need to be so formal either.” My phone suddenly rings shifting my attention to the screen which vibrates with impatient texts from my friend. “And I have to run. Nice to meet you I suppose?” and I trot off before he could say anything in reply.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“What took you so long? Don’t tell me that you were…” she starts off, smiling a grin worthy of the Cheshire Cat. 

“Whatever you are thinking, and I don’t even want to know what that is, didn’t happen” I dismissively whisper to (B/F/N), who has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. We had agreed to meet at the nearest Panini shop for our lunch break and are currently sitting in one of the booths eating our sandwiches. And even though I arrived late they had ordered my favorite sandwich, which warmed my heart and made the annoyance of before fade a little bit. “I was caught up by this guy, well two guys actually…” I reply, thinking about the two contrasting men which hindered my arrival here.

“Oh I get it, you like that threesome foreplay…tsk tsk tsk, next time-”

“No!” I cut them off, and although I want to be annoyed I find myself chuckling at their words, “They bumped into me, separate times of course. One was a complete jerk, but the other was just a gentleman…like 20th century gentleman.”

“Sounds dreamy,” my friend replies amused at my description.

“That’s not even the half of it, he was muscular, but not like a body builder, and he had these baby blues that I could stare into for a long time. Not to mention his wavy-”

“Blonde hair?”

“Um, yes, how did you know?”

“That’s because Mr. Hottie with a body has just entered the building.” And then they proceed to wave their hand high in the air, which I quickly push back down, causing the impact to make a fairly loud sound. I turn to see if he notices and he catches my glance, giving me a toothy grin before scoping out the scene. (B/F/N) face brims with excitement and their eyes move as if they are following someone who was about to walk past us. They nearly have to hold back a squeal as the said person halts in front of our table, and it is none other than Steve Rogers.

“Hi um…Steve! What brings you to our table?” I ask him politely.

“Sorry to bother you, ma’am, (Y/N) right? I was supposed to meet my friends here but they haven’t arrived yet. Would you mind if I intruded for a moment?” “Intrude away!” (B/F/N) barges in, not even letting me get a word in. Steve looks slightly uncertain until I also give him a nod and he claims the seat directly next to mine.

And as fate would have it, his friends didn’t show up until an hour later, meaning that he got to spend all that time talking and eating with us. Not so surprisingly, this guy is pretty amazing despite my first impression which I will admit was clouded at the time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Why do people think it’s okay to place necessities on the highest shelves without placing a footstool there? Like all that fighting for gender, race, and ethnic equality, where is my height equality? I try on my tiptoes one last time to see if I could reach the required seasoning to complete my dish, but just like my previous attempts, I fail again. Or, at least I believed I did until the container is placed in my hand when my feet land back on the ground.

“This is what you were trying to reach right ma’am?” The one and only Steve Rogers comes to my rescue.

“Yea, thanks, Steve, oh and you can call me (Y/N).” I look him up and down, noticing how his attire has changed to a white tank and jeans which I am not complaining about at all.

“Alright (Y/N), but it wasn’t a problem, I’m glad to help,”

“This is, like the hundredth time I’ve seen you today? Are you sure you’re not stalking me?”

“I can assure you ma’a-” I raise my eyebrows at him, “I mean (Y/N), that it was purely coincidental.”

“Mhm, so you say. Anyway, as thanks for saving the flavors of my dish, can I offer you din-”

“Oh Cap, are you done picking up the sodas? I swear I know you’re new to all this but-hi.” A red head female from another isle walks up to Steve, talking before she realizes that I am also present. Her hair frames her face while flowing past her shoulders, enhancing her already natural beauty. Not to mention that she had a body to match as her spandex tights and tank top portrayed all of her features that could make men and women alike drool.

“This is the girl who I was waiting with earlier, (Y/N), and (Y/N), this my partner, Nat.”

“Nice to meet you,” I shake my hands with hers, and as I glance up to her face I catch the quick and quiet eye conversation Nat and Steve were having before I finally let go. “Well I should be going, (f/f) isn’t going to make itself.” And as I walk away I begin to feel slightly crushed. Of course, it was just a momentary attraction, but…well, I guess I should have known that all the good ones are always taken.

“Wait!” I sense a bit of deja vu but this time keep my eyes focused on the freezer section in front of me. “I didn’t get to say it back there but-”

“The answer is no, I know. I’m sorry, I won’t intrude on you and your girlfriend again trust me.”

“Are you talking about Nat? She’s my partner…as in co-worker partner, we go on mi-meetings, meetings together,”

“Oh…well I still overstepped my boundaries and-”

“Forgive me for cutting you off again ma’am but what I wanted to say was yes, I would love,” he glances at my basket, “(f/f) for dinner tonight if you won’t mind having me.” And in that instant, my sour mood turned completely around, although still laced with shame.

“Oh, great, but are you sure that your friend won’t mind?”

“I’ll talk to her right now, why don’t I meet you at the dairy section in five minutes so that I could pay for the groceries and we could head to your place?”

“You don’t have to pay.” I attempt to protest but he gives me this look that makes me go quiet.

“I insist ma’am, I am also partaking of this dish so technically they are my groceries too,”

“…Thank you, Steve,” At the end of it all I just grin and kiss his cheek, which was tremendously difficult but still manageable, before going to complete my previous task. I glance back out of pure curiosity to see him giving me a warm smile before jogging off to where I last saw him and his friend. His smile encapsulated in my mind as it leaves a permanent smile on my face for the rest of the 5 minutes I spend picking up the last needed ingredients. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

3rd Person

“Guys, the target is with me, await my signal,” Steve whispers into his ear com, starting to regret picking this position in the current mission.

[nightblink]

Blink Reads Oathbringer - Chapters 33-38

Part Two – New Beginnings Sing

That title alone has me really hyped for this Part, you guys.

Also, Bridge Four as a POV? The entirety of Bridge Four? Sanderson you have given us a gift.

Chapter Thirty-Three – A Lecture

“Dearest Cephandrius” OH OH WE'RE GETTING LETTERS BACK FROM THE DRAGON NOW

That is a great sketch of Urithiru too. We need a person or chull or something down at the bottom for scale, though.

Jasnaaaaaaaaaahhhh

“All she'd done was grope an eldritch spren.” Yeah, and opened yourself in order to beat it back – no matter that the others did the physical fighting, that fact that you didn't pass out on the spot after that is, frankly, amazing.

Shallan, you already know that stormlight can make a Radiant extremely resistant to dying, and you're still this surprised that Jasnah sauntered back into your life?

Like the branch clan, Jasnah is Kholin Extra™

That crystal pillar sounds like a work of art, and symbolic of all ten orders of the Radiants that once lived there. Please please please let us see it infused at some point!

Shallan, your crush is showing again.

A lecture, hah! You are still technically her ward, and its entirely like Jasnah to just slide right back into that pre-established relationship as if nothing had happened.

[hums] The difference from what I can tell is that fabrials aren't powered by sentient spren, but ones that are the nature-forces, with no mind of their own.

Ooo, you're used to being the one giving the orders rather than ordered around now, and the change grates on you. Someone comes back who's always had authority over you and you realize how much you liked the power.

So. About those Ghostbloods, Jasnah…

You've been trying to impersonate an Elsecaller while not even knowing about Transportation, Shallan? That's a glaring oversight.

Ooo, speaking of which, apparently Transport – or at least Transport when the body passes into the Cognitive Realm entirely – isn't so simple as a Teleport spell.

Jasnah has a lot of catching up to do. (And not only with the current state of events, but also the fact that pretty much all of her family save her mother are mentally fraying apart.)

Chapter Thirty-Four – Resistance

YES YES YES TIME FOR DALINAR TO KICK DOWN SOME MENTAL DOORS

Mmm, good choice of vision. It'll let her see monsters and Radiants both, and throw an emotional weight behind the vision that some of the others don't have.

That's. Huh. I wasn't expecting that sort of philosophy from the Stormfather either. That's an entirely new side to him than we've ever seen before.

Heights – or sudden flying – aren't your thing, I see. Then again, after being tossed into the sky to fall and die by Szeth… understandable.

Tell us more about Plate, I need more information on Plate-

Oooo, yes, Navani and Jasnah are used to analysis, picking things apart piece by piece and extracting all the relevant detail. They'd both be the best picks for this – although Shallan with her eye for art would be a good counterpoint in observation.

“You will know or you will not.” That's so very helpful, Stormfather.

Yeah, it's not going the same as before – her involvement will change it differently than yours did.

The Midnight Essence isn't a true creature, but a monster, and you now know that the Midnight Mother is behind these things and the mirror-murders both.

Fling-and-stick! Like an al dente ramen noodle

There's the Queen! Where Dalinar fought his way through this vision, she organized a resistance – and in so little time! Wow, if I didn't already like her before, this would seal the deal.

Yes, best not to mention your little God-is-dead heresy. People haven't been taking kindly to that so far, no reason to assume that Queen Fen will either.

Okay, good, we're getting to the meat of the matter. Fen has very good reason not to trust you, Dalinar, and while these visions are convincing, you need to convince her now. Time is not on your side.

“Am I? Oh, let me storming reconsider, then.” Finally, the honesty straight to his face. And that's the breaking point.

This is another point I'd like so see animated. Passion indeed – Dalinar here is all snapping fire.

Oh my god Dalinar, you are the center of all the hot gossip on the networks. Never mind that it's all blown out of proportion, you did say and do some pretty radical things. Hearing about it from an outside perspective, it really does sound like you went off the deep end – with an enthusiastic leap, at that.

At least Fen might listen now. It's a much better chance than you had before.

Chapter Thirty-Five – First Into the Sky

Bridge Fooooouuuurrrrrr

Sigzil! We're getting Sigzil POV!

The mental image of B4 scrambling up for breakfast from Rock is absurdly heartwarming and just the sort of thing we need to lift the tone around all the other coming-of-the-apocalypse chapters.

Shhhh, you'd look good with an afro, Sigzil.

I keep snickering every time they refer to breathing stormlight as 'eating' the sphere. But oh, that'sa nice detail – the B4 tattos remain, but underneath them the slave brands are healed. Bridge Four is a part of him, but he doesn't consider the slave brands as part of himself, or he's somehow overcome them.

LOPEN PLZ

Lopen is forever a gift to this world.

Awww, poor Sig, annoyed at his height amongst all these 'what-is-under-six-feet' Alethi.

“the other thing”? What other thing. Sigzil. What's up with Teft.

Everyone's dream: to walk in on Kaladin doing morning push-ups, probably with his sleeves rolled up to the elbow

You just need more staff to help handle things, Sigzil, you're just getting pushed to the limits of what you can do with what you have.

Bridge Four getting families yesssss. These people deserve all the happiness they can find.

[snorts] Of course Sigzil's reaction to learning Drehy is gay is “b-but the paperwork!” And Sig, it's not that there aren't forms for that in Alethkar, it's that the Alethi just don't do things the same way as the Azish.

Sigzil trying to emulate Hoid and tell a story! That's actually a really great way to get through to Kaladin. That “Hush” though, hah. The drawback is that you're… not quite as good at this as Hoid is. Then again. Hoid.

What has Teft gotten into.

Oooo, shit, Kaladin, that was harsh.

That's a good point about recruitment, and if some of them actually start becoming full Windrunners like Kaladin as well. I can't imagine they'd want to split off, but remaining integrated with the rest of the bridge crew would be its own set of challenges.

Oh. Oh, Kal, that's not…. That's the same mistake Shallan made, I think.

LET HER(?) FIGHT

Thank you for that echo, Sigzil.

Sigzil does seem the type to want a “proper” hierarchy in place, with clearly set positions. It makes sense to him and gives him a sense of security. Kaladin being referred to as a lighteyes by one of his own bridgemen, though, ooof.

Everstorm Count: 3

Thank the Almighty we have you around to ask these questions, Sigzil. They don't know yet that Dalinar plans to split from Alethkar, but all of those questions still need to be considered, and on a larger scale than just Alethkar.

First into the air, oh, Sigzil

….the royal emerald reserve. The royal emerald reserve. Hooooooly shitto da. Kaladin, you're lucky that Elhokar's got a massive crush on you. Dalinar probably just had to say “for Bridge Four's practice” and Elhokar was already chucking the bags at him.

Chapter Thirty-Six – Hero

YESSSS, FLASHBACK CHAPTER

Wait, twenty-four years? Wasn't the last one something like twenty-eight or twenty-nine? Are… are we not getting Dalinar's early years with Evi? The courtship, even a tiny scene of the marriage? Nothing. Goddamn it, Sanderson, this is a crime. I'm disappointed in you.

Evi liked needlework! Ahh, that's good to know~

Once again she proves herself a snuggler, I love it. And instead of shying away from it like last time, Dalinar's fine with it-

She's pregnant with Adolin she's pregnant with Adolin-! And she calls Dalinar 'beloved'! Asdajfdhjgdhadhjd Sanderson why did you deprive us of their relationship developmeeeeent

So he's still continually itching for a fight, he's just not as bloodthirstily lusting for it anymore. Or he's repressing it. That's… hmmm. I don't think as much of the fight's gone out of him as we're seeing.

'He'd never had a high opinion of dueling.' Oh shit, so how did that colour your early opinion of your elder son's Calling…?

...okay so one, now we know where Adolin gets his perceptiveness from; two, that's a disturbing train of thought. Only alive when he's tasting death on the air. That also explains why he's so relatively subdued at the moment. The fact that she says “like a blackness from the old stories” actually makes me wonder if he is under the influence of something more at this point – perhaps even one of the Unmade.

!!! okay so Rirans have blond hair but still possibly canonically the metallic golden skin tint. I'm still clutching to the subtle!metallics but we'll see how far this takes us

He still doesn't feel any actual love for her at this point. Uuugh, Dalinar, you don't deserve Evi.

Ooo, I can see why Navani dismissed Evi so easily back in TWoK. That sort of attitude on curiosity and discovery is something she'd automatically recoil from.

And Gavilar paid no attention to Navani while she spoke of her passions. That's not a positive indication of the kind of husband he was.

They share enough tenets that the friction between the two religions can pop up almost out of nowhere – they think the other is following their train of thought, and then nope.

Now Gavilar comes in with news of the Rift – they did go there a second time. But why-

You didn't kill the kid. You didn't kill the kid.

Gavilar's not happy, but it's at least giving him a chance to solve things via politics. Which is not going to happen in the end, not if something so terrible happened at the rift that it caused one of Dalinar's own elites to turn to the ardentia.

But in this moment, Dalinar's heart flared for Evi.

Chapter Thirty-Seven – The Last Time We March

….that dragon does not seem at all concerned enough about Odium, and he's just brushing Devotion and Dominion's loss aside as if it were an inevitability, and not even a regrettable one. But how did they “violate [the] pact”, and what did that agreement entail?

MORE BRIDGE FOOOUUUURR

I'll admit that I spent a good few minutes staring at the page and sounding out Rock's name until I got it right.

They're back on the Shattered Plains for a night? I wonder why...

I like the softer feel of contemplation we're getting here. There's less momentum to the writing, but it needed this slow-down. Like the stew, it's a comfort.

Oh ho, this is where they've come to practice! YESSSS. The wind across the plains, whipping through the chasms, the open sky and the high drop of the sheer sides – this is where they practiced before, it's just a new kind now.

Five women! Yesssssss, thank you Kaladin for shoving aside Alethi cultural boundaries on fighting being restricted to men.

Lopen, you are a gem

Rock – Lunamor – should absolutely take credit for that. A good breakfast can set the tone for the entire morning.

“Peet, don't think I haven't seen you glowing.” PFFFFFFT

….Teft is still absent. That's not encouraging.

“their true shapes beyond the streamers” Wait, what? A larger body to the spren? Can Rock see a shadow or echo of the spren as they are in the Cognitive Realm?

[cackles] Introducing Rock to new flavor combinations will save your skin. Messing with his dishes otherwise? You've earned that death sentence.

Lopen oh my god you are the brightest ray of sunshine on the Plains, you crazy, amazing, reckless idiot

Ohhhh, Hobber

Kaladin is a bundle of emotion held together by love and promises and Syl and covered in a stone shell. A thin one.

R o c k you are also a gift unto this world. First you make Kaladin happy then you give us 'airsick lowlander, second class'.

Lopen. I. I don't even. How.

Kaladin, you're going to lose people. I know you refuse to accept it, to save them all, to grieve with acute pain at every loss, but… Rock's right. You being you, though, you'll never accept that. And that's as it should be.

Please take your giant dysfunctional, crazy-ass family to visit the Peaks, Rock. By the point when you actually get the time to do so, they and you will all probably be able to fly up there anyway.

Elhokar! And here I thought you'd have a golden circlet rather than a silver one in order to match your glyphpair.

A few weeks as a timeline before they send in their Strike Team to Kholinar. Mmmm. On one hand, I don't like them leaving the city and its Oathgate under riot and/or occupation for that long, but on the other, they have a much better chance of retaking it if they have a Radiant or few more, or at least a few more squires practiced in their power.

!!! Their old bridge! The actual bridge of Bridge Four! Tough wood indeed.

Of course they brought the cauldrons along. There's more to Bridge Four than just the fighting. There's more to their heart than just courage in battle. Bridge Four was forged around Rock's cooking fire, and that remains part of the core of them.

“a beat he could almost, barely, just faintly hear.” That's as good as confirmed that the Listener blood can run strong enough in some lines that they can sense the Rhythms. Rock, we still need clarification on what those “particular heritage and blessings” are.

Renarin! Speaking of more members of Bridge Four~ Your place isn't with your cousin right now, 'Rin; it's with your Bridge.

Oh my god. Please. We've already had Elhokar psuedo-adoped by a Herdazian matriarch, so can we please get a scene of Rock absconding with Dalinar to have him help make bread.

Why is Glys still hiding? And where? I assume he's in the fidget-box, but that's just an assumption.

Thank the Heralds for Rock knowing how to treat and talk with Renarin. He needs friends who aren't his brother. And Rock… Rock's honest and knows how to state things in a way that Renarin can absorb well.

Ohhh, 'Rin you're thinking that you're not… No. Fix that perception, Rock. He's Bridge Four, he'll always be Bridge Four.

Almost not bitter. But being bitter is an inescapable part of Renarin Kholin. Burning bitterness, biting his tongue, pride, and a wish to be himself but not knowing what that means.

[hums] You want to fight because your father wants it, true, but it's what you yourself want as well, isn't it. And the other things… you eschew them because you don't want to be an ardent, and others assumed, forced those assumptions on you and expected you to follow them, then were confused when you didn't – but did it pain you to abandon things you were naturally good at and maybe even liked?

(You are a light in your own right, Renarin, who you are and who you want to be. Some people already see it. Rock. Adolin. Other people can come to see it too.)

Can we get some Renarin+Rlain interaction now, BrandoSando. Please. What do I have to pay you for it.

Does anyone else think Rock would make a great fellow Truthwatcher? He already sees things that others do not, and has a tendency to see straight to the heart of a matter. Not that those are prerequisites or anything, but. Just saying.

Lunamor please do share that story about your great-great-great grandfather later though please, because some of us want very much to hear it.

Ahhhhh! Are there actual honorspren watching the squires? Perhaps debating making a bond? Yessssssss, come on, do the thing-! (Or at least consider!)

How much interaction do the Unkalaki have with spren, I wonder, with Rock's way of showing reverence so different from almost all the other cultures we've encountered on Roshar?

Not so much animated, but I'd like to see a picture of this scene, Rock heading out with his offerings and bowing deep before the gathered Honorspren, the greatest of them acknowleging him with an outstretched hand and receiving his offering. Lovely.

Oh, oh, is Hobber going to-

HE DID IT

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh Bridge Four

...smoke on the Plains? Trouble?

This bridge run though – resplendent with stormlight, singing their marching beat – what once was a source of terror and despair is a vision of glory now.

Shit, it was an attack by fliers. Without the Alethi armies that once assaulted them, they'll take every chance to pick off what stragglers they can.

Alert, alert – someone on Roshar called a bird something other than a chicken

Yes! Yes! FINALLY WE MEET ROCK'S FAMILY

A wife and six lovely children – six! - but the youngest is too young to even truly remember him, oh my heart breaks for him… And even he thinks of the cracks in his soul that have changed him further from the man they knew than a simple year's passage could.

Oh no, something is wrong on the Peaks, but… isn't that where it's theorized that the Shardpool is located?

The last run of the bridge. It's sad… but a good kind of melancholy.

Chapter Thirty-Eight – Broken People

Time for the next vision-conversation! And this is a vision segment that we haven't seen before, excellent, though so fair it's just a straight-up battle.

“Dalinar smiled to hear a fragment of God cursing.” We all are, Dalinar. It's immensely satisfying to see you surprise this millenia-old Sliver.

Oh, shit, humans fighting for the Voidbringers as well? That's kind of important information, Dal!

Wait. There was no Everstorm in Desolations past? Wh a t

Okay, okay, so amber shardplate belongs to Stonewards (not Bondsmiths, that must be a more golden-ish colour) and that stone-ripple Surge was Tension. Huh. Huh. We need more information on how Tension works, because that was not at all what I was expecting.

“Welcome to my madness, ladies.” DALINAR PL E A S E

'Devices' that provide healing – way back when they somehow managed to create healing fabrials, and that's what the lady Stoneward of his 'midnight essence vision' used the first time he experienced it. That's definitely a piece of equipment that Navani needs to start working on as soon as possible.

Your uncle has a point, Jasnah. He out-stubborned the Stormfather.

Speaking of stubbornness, of course Navani managed to gently bully her way into getting a look at the fabrial

Interesting. I'd expected a conversation about religion considering how they started, but this… this is something that Dalinar would indeed have far more trouble dealing with. He knows his own faith, but all these external lies and accusations keep building up and no one is taking his own word. Of all people, Jasnah understands this the most.

Renarin just got much the same speech from Lunamor, in an entirely different manner.

They've been viewing the old fabrials wrong. Huh. But in what way?

Aharietiam.

Will they see the Heralds here? Or the circle of Honorblades struck into the stone? Could Dalinar have missed the true point of the vision in his first time through, so long ago?

Honor was yet unShattered when the Heralds broke their vow

But. The Stormfather was still a Bondsmith!spren back during the previous Desolations. He's noted as “one of three spren who can bond with humans to create a Bondsmith” in The Pocket Companion to The Stormlight Archive. So. He wasn't a true Splinter back during those days. He's become more powerful since that time.

Oh shit I was right. The circle of Honorblades. They now have enough information to recognise what it means. The Heralds lied.

Navani's world suddenly turned upside down. It's one thing to hear Dalinar claim that 'God is dead', but to see these blades and hear the Heralds lied confirmed by the Stormfather himself? It's earth-shattering.

That's what the Voidspren with Venli meant when it said that their ancestors led them – yet were not alive. They're stuck in a cycle of never-ending torturous rebirth. Fuck.

Each time, the Heralds could withstand less torture. The time between Desolations started to decrease exponentially. Hundreds of years, to tens, and finally less than a year between Desolations? No wonder society could never rebuild itself! No wonder they decided to break the Oathpact!

Looks like even the Stormfather can change, if even a little. As the Nahel bond alters the ones like honorspren and cryptics, even one as great as the Stormfather can feel its effect.

Taln never broke before. All those Desolations, and it was never him. It took him by himself, bearing the entire horror of Damnation for four and a half thousand years to break him.

Damn.

Damn.

And now because the Oathpact is so weak, Odium was able to create the Everstorm. And the spren of the dead do not return to Damnation.

“Were you to know it, you would abandon your oaths as the ancient Radiants did.” W h a t

What secret was even more terrible than this one. What secret was so damning that the Radiants would kill their spren and leave their own souls split open and unraveling.