#i've been home alone all day and i have no clue where my family is

[spookierz]

tbh the rapture could happen without me and i would just assume everyone was out buying groceries. it would take me a while to notice.

[hareofhrair]

Edith Finch and the Unreliable Narrator

Oh you thought I was done losing my shit over that game? Nah I’ve just been letting it ferment a while. This is just part one because I need to sleep, I’ll hit you with the rest later.

What Remains of Edith Finch has been analyzed pretty thoroughly through the years since its release, but none of the analysis I've seen has ever quite done it for me, in part because I think they are all overlooking an incredibly crucial element of the story.

This is a story about unreliable narrators.

It's not just a cheeky reference that House of Leaves is one of the books found throughout the Finch house. It too is about nested unreliable narration, and I believe is there to draw attention specifically to this element of the game. Edith is not telling us the truth. The stories she reads are not telling her the truth. The result is a matroyshka doll of contradictions and carefully unexamined clues.

Here's a few of the more blatant contradictions, just to prove my point.

Grandma Edie is wheelchair bound. Yet in the retelling of Edith's final night in the house, she sees Edie standing unassisted on the porch. But eh, it's difficult to see. Maybe she had a walker. (Edit: nah that's totally a walker forget this one)

So how about this little nugget.

We are given explicit dates for when Lewis died, when Edith and her mother left, and when Edie died.

Actually, we're given two explicit dates for when Edie died.

We have Lewis's date of death from his tombstone, as November 21, 2010. Edith specifies it was exactly a week after this (November 28) that her mother informed Edie they were leaving, and that same night they fled the house, leaving Edie alone. Edith claims Edie was found dead by nursing home carers the next morning, November 29.

The date on Edie's tombstone is December 5th. A solid week after Edith claims she died.

Here's one of my favorites. Walter is hit by a train that should not exist. The real life Orcas island does not have a train, but in most games I would simply write that off as artistic liberty.

But having a train on an island that small at all does not make sense. Furthermore, even if there were a train, why would the tunnel pass directly under a residential home? Having lived near train tracks, if it were that close to the house at all, the entire family would have been very aware of it, and yet it seems to have caught Walter by surprise. And where is it now? Did they shut it down after Walter was hit? And why would Walter take a sledgehammer to a random wall in the inexplicable tunnels below his already subterranean secret bunker, instead of just going up stairs? Was he afraid of going back through the house? And more importantly:

How does Edith know about any of this?

She had no idea Walter was down there.

("After Barbara died he got as far away as he could" is another lie btw. Walter didn't enter the bunker until he was 16, eight years after Barbara's death, the same year Dawn was born)

So what did they tell her when he died, in 2005, when she was about six years old? Maybe they hid it from her, she's a small child, maybe she just didn't remember. What did they tell her at literally any time after that when she presumably asked about Walter's grave in the family plot? She knew Walter existed, she played in his bedroom. Did she never ask where he was? What happened to him? She has a mysterious uncle she's never met, and then one day out of nowhere there's a new grave for him out back, and she doesn't ask for any explanation about that?

Walter's letter doesn't say he was hit by a train.

I bring this one up not because it's a particularly blatant contradiction, it's actually a pretty fuzzy one with a lot of weird, circumstantial explanations. But it leads into one I think is really important.

When Edith arrives at the house, she informs us the power has been cut off.

But after she leaves the bunker, lights begin turning on.

Eventually culminating in Edith's room being fully illuminated.

This is also the point at which she stops talking about investigating and wanting to find out the truth and switches to "Maybe there is no truth, actually! Maybe it was all just a self fulfilling prophecy and none of these bizarre situations mean anything! You should definitely NOT come here and dig deeper into it."

This is the point at which I think Edith switches from more or less honestly repeating unreliable stories she has no way of verifying, to straight up lying to us, in an effort to discourage her son from ever coming here. There's no answers here, she assures him. Stay away.

People who try to handwave this as a mundane situation, either caused by hereditary mental illness (some real ableist takes about that out there btw yall, yikes) or simply a string of unrelated tragedies highlighting the randomness of death, the complicated ways we grieve, and how sometimes when people die they leave behind unanswered questions that we simply have to live with— Are neglecting the aspects of the story which are blatantly fantastical.

This "string of unrelated tragedies" has been haunting this same family for over 500 years. To the degree there are multiple books written about the curse, by presumably non family members. A man sailed a house across the Atlantic for pete's sake. Even looking at just the deaths since the Finches arrived in America, you cannot tell me that's a normal amount of tragic, unnatural deaths. And Finches have apparently been dying this way and at this rate since the 1400's. You're really going to tell me that's just bad luck? If nothing else, the fact that the family hasn't died out yet with a death rate that high is proof of something unnatural.

How about the fact that Edith's mother was SO alarmed by Edie trying to give her that history of the family, that she got into a physical altercation with a 93 year old, then fled the house, literally just grabbed her kid and booked it, abandoning literally everything she owned, including mementos of her dead husband and children. And then she never came back for them.

If this was a simple case of Dawn and Edie having a personal disagreement, even a pretty intense one worth cutting someone off for, you would think at some point in the seven years following Edie's death, she might have wanted to come back and pick up her stuff!

What was it about Edie trying to give Edith that book that made Dawn change her plans from "we're going to move out" to "we are leaving immediately with the clothes on our backs and never coming back?"

Why does Dawn think Edie's stories killed her children?

And why does Edith never enter the library?

Once we're shown that final evening in the house, it's clear that Edith has known the secret passage into the library from the start. And yet, in the "present" of the game, she never enters it. We only see the inside of the library during her flashback.

You would think, of all the answers Edith might want, the biggest might be what was in that book Edie tried to give her. And if it's anywhere, it's probably still in the library.

But it doesn't come up. Edith, very carefully, I think, completely avoids the subject.

Let's talk about Milton for a minute.

Milton's story is the shortest and contains the least actual details about what may have happened to him. He simply disappeared. Important note, he's not the only one. Barbara's boyfriend also "just disappeared." If I had a nickle for every mysterious disappearance that's happened in this house, I'd have two nickles! Which isn't a lot, but hey, I think maybe any mysterious disappearances are unusual, let alone two.

According to the writers, Milton is the king in their other game "The Unfinished Swan," which is a surreal fantasy that takes place in a magic kingdom. Kind of rules out Milton having just fallen in the lake and drowned during a mental health episode, doesn't it? Kinda makes it explicit that something not normal is going on here, doesn't it?!

Milton's murals are in every secret passage in the house. He knew them all. He knew the house better than maybe anyone.

And when he disappeared, his mother's response was to seal the doors of all the bedrooms. Why? What did she think happened to him? What was her rational for this?

And even more bafflingly, Edie's response to this is to drill peepholes.

Dawn's response to her son's disappearance is to turn her dead relatives bedrooms into sealed tombs. Edie's response is to insist she be able to see into those tombs. And this was apparently an acceptable compromise to Dawn.

Notably, the one exception is Walter's room. There's a peephole under construction in the garage that was presumably for this room. But why did Dawn save that one for last? What made it such a low priority? The fact that there wasn't a memorial in there, because Walter was under the house instead?

Hey, I actually misled you a bit back there. I said she sealed up the bedrooms. That's not completely accurate.

She also sealed the library.

The library where Edie tries to give Edith the family history, that final night in the house.

How did Edie get into the library? I somehow doubt a wheel chair using 96 year old crawled through that secret passage.

Among the bedrooms Dawn sealed, one of them was Edie's. She didn't seal her own or Lewis's or Edith's rooms, so she clearly didn't expect them all to abandon the rooms they were using and sleep in the living areas. So where exactly was Edie sleeping?

Hey, so I actually misled you a bit there, when I said the library was the exception to Dawn only sealing up the old bedrooms.

There's a cot in the library.

Someone was sleeping in there.

During the flashback, Edith doesn't acknowledge it, so why is it there? What is it meant to imply? Was Edie sleeping down here instead of her bedroom upstairs? Sure, I could buy that, stairs are clearly an issue for her.

Except, remember, the door was sealed. Only accessible by crawling on all fours through a cabinet that's maybe 2ftx2ft.

The only remotely plausible scenario is that there is another, more elderly-accessible passage into the library, presumably (since there's no space for it anywhere else) somewhere in the HUGE portion of the third floor we never get to see, and which Dawn and family decided to build a shanty town on top of instead of live in. And that in the couple of minutes between when we hear Dawn and Edie arguing in the dining room and when Edie appears in the library, she booked it up two flights of stairs and down again. Plausible!

But Occam's Razor provides a much simpler explanation.

Edith is lying.

I think it's time to talk about the books.

The books that fill the Finch house are a constant, looming presence. And I do mean constant. There is nowhere in the house that they are not. They're in the secret passages, they're in Walter's bunker, they're in the basement— Literally everywhere.

A lot of the titles are repeated, over and over, and I think this one can safely be chalked up to the realities of making a video game. The amount of work it would take to make that many unique books, the hefty chunk it would add to the game's file size-- The impact it would have on the framerate alone, trying to render all the damn things! So I don't think it's surprising or particularly meaningful that the books repeat as often as they do.

But see, the thing is, they didn't just make one set of books and copy paste it into every room in the house.

Instead, every room gets its own, bespoke book collection, featuring a mix of repeated titles and books seen literally nowhere else.

You go back and read that paragraph up there about how resource intensive and insane it would be to make all the books unique, and then tell me the fact that they DID make them all unique (albeit in a slightly more practical fashion) doesn't mean anything.

So let's talk about some of the titles on display in the Finch house.

I already mentioned House of Leaves, a story about unreliable narrators and a house that grows an impossible hallway that can't physically fit in the space it occupies. I'm gonna talk some more about that later when I get to the maps, just you wait. It's one of the books that appears repeatedly through all rooms.

Other books seen throughout the house include: the Necronomicon. The King in Yellow. Infinite Jest. Gravity's Rainbow. The Weird. And three separate stories by Jorge Luis Borges.

The Necronomicon and The King in Yellow, as well as being allusions to the eldritch mythos of Lovecraft (which is its own whole bag of cats) have something in common with Infinite Jest. They all feature what you might call cognitohazards. Meaning, something that poses a danger to any person who has perceived it. By reading the Necronomicon, you irrevocably bring yourself into the awareness of Lovecraft's eldritch beings. The King in Yellow features a play, which when seen induces madness. Infinite Jest features a film which when viewed causes the subjects to lose all interest in anything other than watching it, eventually leading to their deaths. Additionally, they are all three named after the cognitohazard they feature, meaning it's impossible to tell if the books on the Finch's shelves are the stories that feature these things, or the things themselves.

Gravity's Rainbow and The Weird are two of many books featured in the house which are experimental and surreal or straight up part of the genre known as weird fiction. Defining weird fiction is sort of a debate on its own, but it's a relatively modern genre, applied retroactively to stories as far back as the 1930's but which experienced a resurgence (called the New Weird) in the 80's and 90's. To try and roughly describe it, it's a genre of supernatural fantasy and horror which features transgressive, experimental, and non traditional elements. Lovecraft is considered a writer of weird fiction. He described it thus:

"The true weird tale has something more than secret murder, bloody bones, or a sheeted form clanking chains according to rule. A certain atmosphere of breathless and unexplainable dread of outer, unknown forces must be present; and there must be a hint, expressed with a seriousness and portentousness becoming its subject, of that most terrible conception of the human brain—a malign and particular suspension or defeat of those fixed laws of Nature which are our only safeguard against the assaults of chaos and the daemons of unplumbed space."

What Remains of Edith Finch is, itself, a work of weird fiction. And that's not me talking out of my ass, the writers have said as much in interviews.

Which would then imply, by it's very nature, an element of the supernatural.

Just an element that you don't dare look at.

[becauseimanicequeen]

The Timelines in 4 Minutes

Since the Olympics are finally over, and I have three episodes of 4 Minutes to go on, I thought I would spend some time trying to figure out the timelines.

I'm someone who figures out what I want to say by writing it out, so this post will most likely be me "thinking out loud" and drawing conclusions as I go, and then, at the end, I'll have a clearer view of the timelines (hopefully).

(This is most likely going to be one long-ass post, so beware.)

Let's start with some initial notes before I dive into the fun stuff.

The contents of this post may be influenced by some of my theories (pre-premiere theories, episode 1, episode 2, episode 3), and I might come up with new ones as I write this post (they will be highlighted in purple so possible readers of this mammoth post can choose to ignore them if they want, lol), but my focus is primarily on the timelines themselves and, perhaps, on the passing of time throughout the episodes as well.

As I start this post, I believe there are 3 timelines (which are subject to change as I continue to write):

The present timeline, which is what starts off both the 1st and the 2nd episodes (these are events from the future from our current vantage point).

The 4-minute timeline, which is where Great changes things (I've previously called this the OOBE timeline, since I believe Great is having an out-of-body experience and is "reliving" his past).

Then there's a possible third timeline (I've previously thought it might've been the real past, which showed us events that actually happened in the past paralleled with the 4-minute timeline) but I'm most unsure about this one, so I'll just call it the 3rd timeline until my thoughts are more clear about it.

Now... Where the hell do I start?

Time

It might be a good idea to start with the clues that there are different timelines at play and then dive deeper into the episodes to figure out what's happening.

Besides the obvious clues that Great is sent back in time when he has his moments of the 4-minute phenomenon (4MP), there are other clues that different timelines are at play.

The first clue shows up in the Korn and Tonkla scene from the 1st episode and all the way through to the scene where Korn drops Great off at his place after their family dinner.

This is where I'll be crazy about the details (but I'm a hundred percent sure they matter, especially since this whole show is about time), but if we look at Korn's watch when he arrives at Tonkla's place, it says 7:15-ish pm.

Later, when Tonkla wants a second round, it says 8:55 pm.

Then they get interrupted because Korn's dad wants him home for dinner. They have their family dinner, and then, when Korn drops Great off at his condo after dinner, Korn's watch says 7:15-ish while the clock on Great's phone says 07:13.

(Great already has issues with time, which I believe is the effect of him having a cardiac arrest at 11:00 in the present, but the time anomaly in this particular sequence is different than Great seeing 11:00 and counting when he's alone.)

This whole sequence is meant to be the same day Great hit Manee with his car. All of them (even the dad and Great's mom) are wearing the same clothes they wore when introduced throughout that very same day. Yet, the times on the visible watches and clocks tell us something strange is going on.

(Could this just be me overanalyzing the watches and clocks? Sure. But the interesting thing is that the time is still consistent in the sequence with Korn and Tonkla. It would make sense that they talk, then fuck, and then lie there butt ass naked and cuddling for a total of 1 h 40 min. And, again, considering this show is about time, I trust that the creators have been meticulous about those details, even if it means changing the time on the watches and clocks for every new take if needed.)

Considering what I wrote above, I might start calling the 3rd timeline Tonkla's timeline, because I feel like it revolves around him.

Either way, I will focus on the 4-minute timeline and the third one in particular because I don't see a possible 4th one right now (I might by the end of this post, though, lol).

The question is, then, how we can determine which scenes belong to which timelines. I will get to that further below, because first...

Let’s look at some more details I’ve noticed.

Blurry Edges

One of those details is the dreamy, blurry edges (I'm sure there's a technical term for this, but I have no idea what that might be, I'm just guessing that they're adding it in post-production, but don't quote me on that). Much of the show has a dreamy feel overall, but I'm talking about the blurry edges in particular.

I've noticed blurry edges in the following scenes:

When Great feels iffy in the elevator (ep 1)

I'm pretty sure there's some of it happening in the scene when Tyme is treating Manee, both in the ER and in the OR during the surgery (ep 1)

At the family dinner when Great's mom tells him he should go see Manee at the hospital (ep 1)

When Great feels iffy at the hospital before his second 4MP (ep 1)

When Great is sitting in Title's car talking about where View is (ep 2)

I'm not sure about this one since it's hard to tell because it's dark, but it might be used in the scene where Title beats the shit out of Dome (ep 2)

When Great brings Dome into the hospital (ep 2)

When Korn is having a meeting with Fasai and her dad (ep 2)

When Great feels iffy and has his fourth 4MP at the basketball court (ep 3)

When Win reads through Tonkla's brother's social media posts and comments, which is a memory of him doing it (ep 3)

And I'm pretty sure we're getting more of this since there were scenes in the trailer that had those blurry edges as well, for example:

The pattern I'm seeing with these scenes (if we exclude the first scene in the elevator, Korn's meeting with Fasai, and Win's memories, the latter might've had blurry edges just because it was his memory, btw) is that each scene has something to do with Great's 4MP, before the rewind and/or after the rewind.

(Perhaps the reason for the blurry edges showing up in Korn's scene is because he's the possible third character that's having an OOBE. And if this theory is true, there's a possibility that there's yet another timeline/reality/perspective present that entwines with both Tonkla's and Great's timelines.)

There are also the tilting camera shots (mostly showing up in scenes with Great), which I might get into next week as I continue to build on this post.

But, what does all this with the blurry edges mean?

I have no fucking clue.

Perhaps it's just meant to show that things aren't what they seem. Perhaps it's meant to show which characters are experiencing OOBEs (Great, Tyme, and possibly Korn)? Perhaps it's meant to show moments that are affected by Great changing them through his 4MP? Again, I have no fucking clue, yet (but it might start to get clearer as we get more episodes).

So, moving on...

Different Realities/Parallel Worlds/POVs?

There is another aspect to this whole timelines discussion I'm having with myself that I want to bring up. And that's the clues I've found that support the possibility of different realities/parallel worlds/different point-of-views. I'm not sure what to call them, yet.

So, let's dive into the moments I'm referring to and try and figure it out.

The second time Great experiences his 4MP, he goes to the ER's front desk and we're shown the nurse's actual desk where there's a clock that we're supposed to focus on because it's telling us that time will do weird shit again.

The moment Great has been sent back in time (after being in Manee's room), he's standing in the same position, looking down at the clock on the desk, and realizes it's happened again (just like when he hit Manee). However, this time, the things on the desk are different.

The time on the clock is the same, but the mirror is in a different position, 75 has turned to 74 (I'm not sure what these numbers mean), 77F has turned to 76F (which I'm guessing are Fahrenheit degrees), and the pink, blue, and yellow papers are lying on top of the folder the second time around.

If Great was sent back in time to the exact moment he was in before he went to Manee's room, the things on the desk would've been in the same place, right? So, he might not even have been sent back to the reality he was in before this 4MP happened.

Another clue is the sunrise and the sunset artworks on the wall at the hospital. We often see them by the entryway:

Then, in the 2nd episode, it looks like at least the right one is hanging outside Manee's room (which we've seen isn't anywhere near the front desk since Great had to walk around a bend to get to her room in the first episode).

Could they have more than one of those artworks in the hospital? Sure. So, take this with a grain of salt.

(Btw, I find those artworks so fascinating because sunrises are usually cooler (more blueish) while sunsets are usually warmer (more red/orangeish). But from our perspective, looking at them straight on, the warmer artwork has the sun setting in the west while the cooler artwork has the sun rising in the east. And, since the eye in left-to-right reading cultures often automatically goes from left to right, it's interesting that the sunset comes first and then the sunrise. Perhaps it's to show that the world is turned upside down now that Great is having these weird experiences. Or perhaps it's to show that the time between the sunset and sunrise will be important for Great and Tyme since Great watches Tyme pass those artworks (from sunset to sunrise) the first time he has visions of them having sex. But, I digress...)

Another set of clues is in the scene with Great and Tyme sitting on the bleachers by the basketball court and Great has another 4MP in the third episode.

The first time we see this wide shot, there are 5 people (excluding Great and Tyme):

4 of them are wearing white shirts (one with a darker cardigan), and they sit on Great's side. One wears a blue shirt and sits on Tyme's side. This is where Great asks Tyme why he didn't call before coming to the University.

As they continue to talk (and the camera shot is closer to them), you can see the top of the head of a girl walking towards the bleachers. There's also another person walking by, waving, but he's walking right past them rather than towards the bleachers.

Then, as Great thanks Tyme for the Thai tea and gets up to leave, we get this wide shot. The only difference here is that the girl who walked towards the bleachers is now sitting next to her friend. That seems logical, right?

But, then Great has his rewind, and he comes back to the moment where Tyme reminds Great to get his wound treated. Great tells Tyme about his precognition and Tyme tells Great that he will consult with one of his doctor friends. Then, as Tyme stands up to leave, we get this wide shot:

The two girls at the bottom left are in the same position but the girls two steps above and to the far left are different, the boy and the girl next to them are new, and the boy with the white shirt to the right is the same boy that sat on Great's side previously.

Coincidence?

Well... After Tyme tells Great that he can call him Tyme rather than Doctor, and Great says that they should grab something to eat after he gets his wound treated, we get this shot:

Now we're back to the original two girls to the left, there are new boys wearing black on the bottom left, and the boy in blue is back again. That's a lot of moving around in such a short time.

The only things that stay consistent in all of the shots are the bags (except for one of them) and bottles.

So, what's going on? Is this another one of those things that happened at the hospital where Great was sent back to a reality where things were different from the reality he was in before the 4MP?

Is the show giving us different perspectives? For example, Great's perspective before his 4MP, Tyme's perspective when he says he'll talk to Den, and Great's perspective again when Tyme has left? That could work for the hospital example as well since it was from Great’s perspective before the 4MP but turned into Tyme’s after the 4MP as he asked the nurse at the front desk who the guy that bumped into him was.

Or is the show just underlining how strange everything is during the 4-minute timeline (and Great's possible OOBE)?

Well, the latter might not be it because clues like this don't just show up when Great is around.

In the first episode when Korn comes to Tonkla's place, Tonkla's laptop shows he has something blue and yellow on his screen:

Then the screen is black as if it's been turned off:

Later, when it cuts to them lying naked on the sofa, it's just white:

Also, notice how the small spotlight behind the desk is positioned differently and pointing in another direction on the desk than in the first image above.

Could it be that Tonkla simply used the laptop and moved the lamp between them having sex and lying there? Sure. Again, if we look at Korn's watch from the beginning of this whole sequence (7:15-ish pm) to when Tonkla wants a second round (8:55 pm), we know he had 1 h 40 min to rearrange things and do stuff on that laptop.

But, you know, unless the house is on fire, who would move from that spot on top their sugar daddy who is lying there deliciously naked? And especially to do some stuff on a laptop? Fuck technology (the not-so-good kind of fuck) and fuck your sugar daddy instead (the deliciously bad kind of fuck). We all know Tonkla wants to. But, I digress...

Take this detail with a grain of salt if you want to (or a whole fistful). For me, though, this shows that there's a possibility that changes and inconsistencies like this aren't just happening around Great. And (to my crazy mind, at least), that it might be two timelines showing up throughout this particular sequence between Korn and Tonkla.

24 Hour vs AM/PM Clock Settings

And on the topic of inconsistencies... Another thing I want to point out is the inconsistencies with the digital clocks when it comes to them being 24-hour clocks or set to the am/pm thing.

The hospital seems to have a 24-hour setting in some cases:

But not in others:

This could be in the morning, of course, and the darkness outside Manee's window might just be because of the thunder/lightning storm (but I still think it's night rather than morning).

And then we also have Great (who, to be fair, has a special relationship to time in this show), who sees 11:00/11:02 both in the morning and at night:

And the am/pm thing is on his phone when Korn drops him off:

Even though his phone seems to have the 24-hour setting:

More than once:

But, again, Great clearly has issues with time and clocks/watches. So, this might just be a way to show how confusing it is to him.

But, what if it isn't? What if it's an indication that several realities are entwining? (Okay, I feel like I'm going with the term "realities" when it comes to this.)

My Timelines So Far

So, what are my conclusions after watching the first 3 episodes?

At this point, I think there are 3 timelines:

The present timeline.

The 4-minute timeline.

The real past/Tonkla's timeline (which is meant to show us the real past events that happened, most of it from Tonkla's perspective).

Having Tonkla's timeline be the real past is possible considering the inconsistencies in time during the Korn and Tonkla scene and then the Korn and Great scene in the 1st episode.

And before someone says this doesn't make sense because of all the missed calls Korn has (if anyone is still reading this, lol)... Well, that's because Korn exists in both timelines and the scene when he looks at the missed calls in that bathroom in the 3rd episode:

Could be the 4-minute timeline rather than Tonkla's timeline (the real past). That could make sense because all we've seen of Tonkla since Korn told him off over the phone is him waiting by his phone for Korn to call.

We never saw Tonkla call Korn again after being told off.

On the flip side, if Korn is in the real past when he looks at those missed calls in episode 3, it would make sense that when he wants to call Tonkla while he's waiting for Great at the bar (in the 4-minute timeline), the icons on the top right of his phone are different from the phone he looked at in the bathroom:

(Am I getting too crazy about this? Yes. Do I care? No, because it's fun.)

Could he be using different phones? Yes. Could those icons change depending on where he is and what settings he's using? Sure (I'm not familiar with Samsung phones so I have no idea what most of those icons mean). But it could also mean that we're seeing Korn in different timelines in these two scenes, which makes it possible for Tonkla's timeline to show us the real past.

(I personally prefer the option that the scene with Korn looking at the missed calls is from Tonkla's timeline (the real past) while Korn almost calling Tonkla in the bar, and then smiling at his phone as he's going to the bathroom, is from the 4-minute timeline where Tonkla's brother (who I believe is Dome) hasn't been killed.)

Also, I think showing us the real past is a smart way to show us what leads up to Tonkla beating the shit out of someone.

(I believe that scene is from the real timeline, and whoever he's beating with that rock, might have an effect on the things that are happening right now. I'm not sure what kind of effect, though. Perhaps it's a possible third person experiencing an OOBE and "living" in the 4-minute timeline. Perhaps Great is going through this OOBE to prevent that murder from happening after he wakes up (if he ever does). I'm not sure at this point.)

So, that's where I'm at with the timelines after 3 episodes.

And, when it comes to the inconsistencies in certain scenes, the easy answer is that they are just meant to show that this whole 4-minute timeline is an inconsistent mess of (what I believe to be) Great's OOBE.

But, I would personally find it more interesting if these inconsistencies (like all the people around Great and Tyme changing in that scene at the basketball court) are evidence that there is more than one character experiencing an OOBE and that the inconsistencies shown are there because the characters have different perspectives of the events happening.

Now, I had planned to make a flowchart of the scenes in each episode divided into the three different timelines I've written about above. But, I want to get this post out before the 4th episode drops tomorrow, and I just don't have time to make the flowchart before that (or enough images left in this post to fit something like a flowchart in it before I hit the pesky limit). So I'll wait with that chart until next week instead (when I'll continue to build on this post in a reblog).

Waiting to create and post the flowchart until after the new episode tomorrow also gives me another episode to nerd out about. It's a win-win for me.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey, steph! how are you, like, genuinely? not the small talk. i wanna listen

Hey Lovely 💜🖤

I want to apologize for putting this off for so long... which should be a clue as to how I am actually doing.

Honestly? Not good, but I'm trying my best. It's been... a time. Will put under a cut for those who don't want to read about the tagged items.

TL;DR – my real life is a bit chaotic, and I hide a lot from y'all because I REALLY try not to be negative here since my blog is where I come to be happy AND because I am a very private person, but I try my best to just keep going day to day as the chaos settles down slowly.

I've got some good things coming though, so I hope a week's rest next week when I'm off (and will probably take a break from here too) will reset my brain.

Work has been insane, and is most of the cause of my mental distress for the past few months. From Easter until Canada Day Weekend at my job is lovingly referred to as "Silly Season" simply because of how on-the-fly, balls-to-the-wall our workload is until summertime downtime officially begins for us. Without disclosing too much, it's basically non-stop, long hours for me until one of the 3 break weeks we get during the this long stretch happens where, incidentally because of the nature of my job and the team I work on, it actually gets BUSIER for us.

It actually ended earlier than we expected this year (yesterday) and we'll be "quieter" until the end of September now. See an opportunity, I actually took next week off between the two long weekends because my mental health has taken a severe hit and I'm having trouble just... enjoying things? I'm haven't gamed or drew in a few weeks, and blogging and writing feels like a chore. I literally just come home, file this blog, reply to one or two asks, and then go to bed, and do it all over again the next day. Day in and day out, for 3 months. On weekends I have to force myself out of my apartment because I KNOW I will sink lower if I don't leave.

On top of that, my brain has convinced me that literally everyone hates me: friends, coworkers, family, you guys, my damned plants. I just feel very alone these days and... I'll be real here, I've almost abandoned this blog a few times in the past few months. I feel like I make fic lists that no one reblogs or likes and tell me they're all shit. I post my art and I barely break 20 notes. I write something and I get maybe 2 likes. I can't really answer any thoughtful asks because my mental state's been in the shitter for months. I desperately want to reply to the few sexuality asks I have and I physically can't. Being on my computer – after working ON a computer for my day job for 12 hour days everyday – feels like too much, so I try to limit my time on the blog now too.

I just try to keep carrying on, encouraged by the once-in-a-blue-moon testimonial ask I get thanking me for still being here. I thank YOU guys for reminding me that people still like coming here.

Stressed about money and food and rent just like everyone else, and just getting frustrated at other things.

And finally, my uncle (my dad's brother and my godfather) hasn't been doing well health-wise, and he's being moved to assisted living next week. His health has been declining since Easter, so it's been a bit of worrying time for relatives.

Having my therapist helps a lot. She talks me through a lot of my complicated feelings, my sense of self and ways to cope with my anxiety and stress. I'm talking to her again next week, so no worries, gang. As I said, I just keep on keeping on.

Some positivity though:

I booked next week off to try to just... recenter myself. To forget about everything and TRY to get back to doing the things I love. I will probably take a break from this blog as well during that time to limit my social-media time. It's not ideal but I need a break from my computer, I think.

I go to the gym a lot more these days, which has helped with the seething annoyance I constantly have at work. Usually feel better after it.

And because of the gym and getting out more, I've been slowly feeling better physically, better than I have since before 2019. The break from work is for the mental health, LOL.

I'm getting my hair recoloured next week. Can't afford it, really, but I just REALLY need to feel better about myself again, and I always feel so different when I colour my hair. I was doing so good for awhile. I want that again.

Anyway, I'm sorry to bombard y'all with my complicated mess of a brain. I really do appreciate you asking, so THANK YOU. I rarely get asked in real life if I am okay because I keep very private due to past people betraying my trust. And I don't like seeing people unhappy, so I feel if I tell people about my problems, then I feel I am a burden, so I just... continue existing.

Thank you for letting me be a burden just this once.

[starlessea2]

Wild-flower [Astarion]

Chapter 1 - Little Flower

Summary: “Once upon a time, you would have led me to that crypt—and not some pretty clearing in the forest.” His brows knitted with guilt. The laugh lines she's grown to love fall into a frown. “For what it’s worth. I thank the gods every night that they didn’t let me have you.” - Jessamine’s too trusting. If wild, blind naivety was a race, she would win it. Astarion’s a close second, only because he can’t help but follow her. A/N This is the start of a multi-chaptered fluff fest I've been mapping out for quite some time. The next part will likely come within the next day or so. Masterlist

Despite the wine haze she’d found herself in, Jessamine’s certain of one thing. He’s watching her. 

She glances back at the door where he lingers, propped with his arms crossed at his chest. He doesn’t belong here; he's far too clean. Far too handsome. But he’d caught her eye when she came down from the upper dorms, and she likewise hadn’t left his sight since. 

So instead of heading out like she ought to, Jessamine instead settled in at the Flophouse bar, glass of wine in hand—which had been mead before she discovered how utterly foul it tasted. 

Jessamine’s on her third glass by the time the silver-haired man makes his move. “Very rare one stumbles upon a wood elf in the heart of Baldur’s Gate,” he announces. “You’re a long way from home, little flower.” 

His words barely register. Through Jessamine’s bleary eyes, she finds the man. An elf, like herself, though more moon-like than forest-coated. His skin is paler than hers, and his eyes, much darker. Her breath catches; she really ought to reply.

“How could you tell?”

The man grins. He takes to the barstool beside her, as though her question had been an invitation. “I can smell it on you. The earth, that honeyed sweetness…” His hand raises and strokes the air between them. “You wear it well, my dear.” 

Jessamine’s lips part; she was being hit on. 

It shouldn’t have come as such a surprise at her age. Yet, she wasn’t quite used to such direct attentions, either. Not without her sisters as buffers, or her father’s influence in the back of everyone’s minds. Something stirs inside of her.

“I— umm. I’m flattered,” she manages.

There’s a chuckle, and her gaze finds the bar.

Neither one of them speak for some time. Jessamine’s mind struggles to make sense of the nightly buzz: the bard tunes, the chatter, the clamour on the streets outside. It’s all a world away from the quiet birdsong she’d grown up with.

She feels the man’s breath on her neck. “So enlighten me…” he eventually says, “how did a creature as radiant as yourself end up in Fraygo’s Flophouse? Doesn’t your kind prefer frolicking about in a forest somewhere?”

The compliments seep right into Jessamine’s skin. He has her cornered. She’s acutely aware of their knees, ever-so-slightly touching, and his fingers, deftly circling his glass. In the span of a few minutes, he’d made her feel so nervous, so—inexperienced? 

Feeling his eyes on her, Jessamine musters every ounce of liquid courage to beckon him closer. And as he leans forward, she whispers through his hair, “It’s a secret.”

The man’s brow quirks. “Oh?” When she doesn’t elaborate, his eyes run over her, searching for any hint of a clue. By the time they return to her face, it’s burning. “I’m good with secrets,” he says back.  

Jessamine’s heart pounds. This is dangerous, she thinks. All alone, away from home—and she’s never had this much wine in one sitting. 

“Won’t you indulge me?” the man presses. “Let me guess, you've come seeking adventure... A scandalous affair, perhaps?” He pauses to gauge her reaction. "Or maybe, family disagreement?” 

Jessamine falters; he catches it immediately.

“Hmm, yes. How I relate to that! They made you feel stifled—trapped.” He takes a moment, fingertips ghosting over Jessamine’s flushed skin. “And what better place to seek freedom than the city proper. The one and only, Baldur’s Gate.”

Jessamine shudders.

“My, my, what a sweet thing you are.”

He edges closer. Jessamine loses herself in the contours of his face: his sharp jaw, sly smile, and the faint laugh lines bookending it. She barely notices when his thumb brushes against her ear, tucking fine wisps of hair behind it. 

The smallest of sighs escapes her. With not a single thought between her eyes, Jessamine leans into his touch. “Fresh as a daisy,” he whispers, “just waiting to be picked—” 

A damp rag slaps the bar between them; Jessamine jumps a mile.

“That’s enough of that, boy,” warns a man's voice. “I know your kind and the young miss ‘ere don’t deserve to be used by the likes of you.” 

Jessamine straightens in her seat. “Dashkent—” she sputters at the innkeep.

His expression is hard.

Despite his stature, Jessamine thinks the halfling is more intimidating than most men twice his size. And at this moment, there’s something fierce radiating from him.

Jessamine averts her eyes. She was undeserving of his worry. It was only by chance she'd been there to put out a fire in his storeroom a few days back. But since then, her lodgings had been free of charge, and she was no longer bothered by men in the dorms.

She barely knew him, yet as Dashkent looks down his nose at her companion, Jessamine's reminded of an overprotective uncle.

“Jessa,” he says, wringing out the rag in his hands, “keep yer wits about you with this one, a’right?” He shoots a look at the pale elf. “You’re too kind ‘a girl for someone like him.”

Harsh, Jessamine thinks. Yet a glance toward the man in question makes her second-guess herself.

Dashkent dismissed her before she has chance to think on it. “Off with ya now,” he says. “Go swig some water an’ get some rest, Jessa. Your next show’s tomorrow.”

Jessamine cringes at the reminder. She can only nod as the innkeep disappears into the back room. And with him gone, it becomes apparent. Whatever had been building between her and the other elf had been struck dead. She’s once again aware of her surroundings: the Flophouse and its drunkards (of which she's sorely included).  

Somehow, she almost feels as though she’s been trancing.  

A cough prompts Jessamine’s flight response. “I'm sorry about him,” she says; I should go, she thinks. But as she wobbles out of her stool, there’s a hand to steady her. 

“No need to run off, my sweet. I’m not scared away so easily.”

Something about the nickname stops Jessamine in her tracks. It disarms her enough that she doesn’t notice that she's being guided away from the bar. Her escort leads her to the Flophouse staircase, where she somehow finds courage to ask him his plans for the next day.

“If you've nothing to do, won’t you come to the Blushing Mermaid? I'll be performing there tomorrow night.” When he doesn't reply, Jessamine's heart quickens. “Only if you like—” she pauses.

She doesn’t even know his name.

“Astarion,” says the elf.

“Astarion,” she repeats. It's a pretty name, and it sounds pretty when she says it. “Tomorrow, then?” 

“Tomorrow,” he confirms, with a flash of teeth.

And Jessamine’s elated. 

They exchange goodnights, and promises to meet again. But as Jessamine returns to her lodgings with a new name on her tongue, it doesn’t register that she'd never given hers.

-

next chapter >

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 1: The girl and the werewolves

||The Prophecy Series||

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10 Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, violence, blood, injuries

Episode mapping: The end of episode 4 of season 10 "Paper Moon"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

It's official… I hate the States.  I have been driving for over half an hour and there is nothing around.  NOTHING!  Here you can just disappear and no one will ever know. Long distances, distant people, crappy coffee…  I really miss the coffee…  Well, at least, the food was decent most of the time… I'm impatient to go back home, so I'm overdramatic. Moreover, I haven't really spoken to anyone for more than two weeks… that alone drove me crazy and irritated. Thank God this mission is over now! Take a deep breath and make a plan. That always calms my nerves. First, I have about three or four more hours of driving until I get to the private airstrip where the plane is waiting for me… that's insane… how is everything so far apart here… Deep breaths… Then, about a ten hour flight to Prague.  I'll probably sleep the entire time…  Or I can write my report…  First I’ll write my report, then I’ll sleep. After landing, I'll have my debriefing… and real coffee. Then… go to my apartment… pack a bag… and go to the airport… I have been waiting for this vacation for so long. To see my family…

I'm entering a small town and I see the local diner on my side of the road. Going through my plan in my head has improved my mood significantly. I always function better when I have a detailed plan. But I still need coffee. So with a dream of a latte or cappuccino in my mind, I park the Jeep and walk into the diner to get whatever excuse of a coffee they have. Five minutes later, with a to-go cup in my hand, I'm climbing back in the monstrous car. I really love this car. It's always funny to see the looks I'm receiving. I'm not the shortest woman in the world, but I'm no more than 1.70m (it's about 5 '7) and this Jeep is enormous. But I like driving it. And, I like all the modifications I've done on it over the years. While driving out of the town and the buildings are more and more apart from each other, a cabin catches my attention. Well, not the cabin itself, but the two figures going inside. Just before they went inside, their faces shifted. What day is it? It's not a full moon, right? I count the days in my head. It is a full moon. Great! Werewolves. I hesitate only for a second, before I stop my car down the road so they will not see me coming. Driving a car like this has some disadvantages after all. I push several buttons on the car's dashboard screen, to check my armory and a weapon is produced for me to use. When the central console on my right opens, I reach out to take the gun. I scowl at the Beretta 92 that is inside.

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"Of course!" I mutter under my breath. "I can't even use my own guns here!" I remind myself that I'm not supposed to raise any suspicions or to give any clues about who I am and who I'm working for. It's hard when you are a person of details and when you like things in a certain way. Unfortunately, my custom guns are locked in the car safe, until I'm boarding the plane to Europe. I take the standard US law enforcement gun and two spare magazines with silver bullets and I'm on my way to the cabin. "Fuck… I haven't even finished that coffee!" Engaging in those kinds of situations is not really in the scope of my operation here. Actually, it is way out of it. But I can't just walk away, keep driving and pretend I haven't seen anything. Not when there are innocent people in danger here… probably… 'Probably' is the key word… So I decide, I'll just look at what is going on in there and if, indeed, there are lives being threatened, only then I'll get involved.

Of course there are lives in stake. When I look inside the dimly lit building, I see the silhouettes of two men being tied to the pillars. Three werewolves are inside with them, the two men I saw earlier, and a younger blond woman… girl actually... It looks like she is in charge or has some authority over the others. I take in the layout of the place and make a map in my mind, all the people, the exits, the pillars, the piles of junk, the old furniture... Every little crack, every window and every beam…  And I make a plan…  And a backup plan…  And a backup plan.  I have it all laid out in my head, a perfect tactical assault mission.  In reality, this takes only a couple of seconds. My mind works in a strange way, but that's one of the things that makes me good at my job and has helped me climb the ranks quickly. I go in from the back door and immediately shoot down the two men. The girl with the long blond hair is standing in front of one of the hostages tied to the columns and puts her claws to his chest when she sees me.

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"Put down the gun, or I will gut him!" - she says to me. Another blond girl barges in and stops abruptly when she realizes the situation. "Tash, what are you doing?" she exclaims, looking at the girl threatening one of the victims. "Kate! Come here and help me!" - the girl says. Now, when I have a better look at her she looks really young, maybe just finished high school. I take advantage of everyone being distracted, and shoot. The girl hits the ground. I turn around, aiming my weapon at the second girl. "No, no, no!" - the two men yell in unison. I lower my gun and the girl runs to the body of her dead sister. At least they look like sisters.

I holster my gun and take the knife from my boot turning around to cut off the ropes of the two men. No, no, no, no…  I definitely fucked up…  What the hell…  I NEVER fuck up!  I was not supposed to make any contact with them. I was here to observe and report. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Shit! Ok… I'll just cut them down and then I'm on my way to the airstrip. I start cutting the rope tying up Dean's hands above his head. I have to stand on my tiptoes and I barely can reach the rope. "Hey, shortstack, do you need a stepping stool or something?" Sam teases and I snort at his comment. "Short or not, I'm not the one tied up by a highschool girl…" Fuck! Those boys are really tall up close!

I'm almost done when Sam yells "Watch out!!!" I press the knife into Dean's hand, so he can finish cutting the rope himself and pull out my gun while turning around.  Sharp pain stings my abdomen before I'm able to pull the trigger.  The gunshot rings in the air of the cabin followed by a heavy thump. I clench my stomach. That's bad.  That's really, really bad.  How did this all happen?  Where did he come from?  How did I miss him?  Maybe he came after the second woman… girl… My mind is racing, trying to analyze every little detail and every possibility. But it doesn't matter right now.  This must be the unluckiest day of my life! First, I stumbled on my targets, and now this!  I know this will not kill me.  This is not the way I'm supposed to go and now is definitely not the time. But it hurts like hell, nonetheless and for a moment, panic sneaks in my mind.  I haven't been in such deep shit in a long long time. I have been in far more dangerous situations, but I hadn't screwed up like this in years. Deep breaths… make a plan… "Hey! Are you ok?" Dean asks me when he is done untying his brother. "Yeah!" I say through my clenched teeth and without even turning to them I start walking to the front door. I'll just have to go to my car, stitch this up, and then…  My head starts spinning.  Shit, I'm losing too much blood. I'm not going to make it to the car…

The woman had barged in, shot all of the rogue werewolves in a matter of seconds and without saying a word was now walking to the front door. "Wait a minute! Where do you think you're going?"  I yell and run after her.  Just when I'm reaching to grab her arm to stop her, she collapses and I manage to catch her at the last moment. "What the hell!"  I mumble but then I see the gash in her stomach. It's deep and she is losing blood too fast. "Sam! Find the first aid kit and get the car! NOW!"

Chapter 2: Protocol EG-64 initiated >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 51 – HOLIDAY SEASON

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: parkrstark

What I really like about parkrstark's holiday fics is how the Christmas cheer is mixed with just enough angst to make the fluff that follows even sweeter. Plus, the Irondad and Spiderson feels are exquisite. I especially love the way that Peter is portrayed, he's such a sweetheart. parkrstark's fics are awesome, and I'd recommend them to anyone!

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Honorary Parker

Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 3,288 Tags: Fluff, Christmas Spirit, Slight Angst

Summary: Tony lets it slip to Peter that he'll be spending Christmas alone. Peter refuses to let that happen.

Reasons why I love it: Awww, this fic makes me so soft! Tony really would make a great Parker, he'd fit right in with the spiderling. And Peter is so sweet, trying to bring back Tony's Christmas spirit by any means possible. I love this fic, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

a glimpse of heaven's love

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 13,889 Tags: No Powers AU, Kidfic, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: The child begins to empty his pockets. He starts to count coins on the counter. Tony huffs a little impatiently as he realizes most of them are pennies. The cashier actually humors the kid and counts along with him. They reach 3 dollars and 54 cents before he shakes his head sadly. "Sorry, kid. There's not enough here." The kid sounds close to crying. "I need these paints for my Papa. It's Christmas Eve and these...he doesn't have any. The doctors said he doesn't have long. I want him to have these. In case he meets Jesus tonight, I want him to paint one more time. Please." Tony takes a step forward, arms still full of toys he's buying just because. He can cover this child's gift for his dying father. Money. Money is what he's good for. "I'll buy them."

Reasons why I love it: This fic is everything! I love how Tony just keeps digging his hole deeper with every interaction he has with Steve in the beginning, until Peter comes in and saves the day. And the ending is incredibly sweet, some perfect domestic Christmas fluff to balance out all the angst. I adore this fic, and I hope you go and check it out for yourself!

in color

Pairing: Tony/Pepper Rating: G Words: 4,069 Tags: Christmas Presents, Fluff, Slight Angst

Summary: Peter has something important to give Tony, but he keeps getting interrupted.

Reasons why I love it: Oh, poor Peter, it's the worst when you've got something to say but can't seem to find the right moment to catch the other person alone. Thankfully Tony finally gets a clue in the end. This fic is amazing, and you should definitely read it!

take me home for christmas

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 10,755 Tags: College AU, Protective Steve, Howard's A+ Parenting

Summary: "He's gonna have to meet my dad. And--and, I can't be his boyfriend. He has to come as a friend." God forbid Howard knew he was bisexual. "But he's okay with that. He said that was fine." Tony scoffed. "Doesn't mean he should be. He's not my dirty secret. I don't want to hide him." -- Or, the one where Tony and Steve meet each other's parents for the first time. Sarah and Joseph support them unconditionally, but Howard...he's a different story.

Reasons why I love it: The contrast between Steve's and Tony's families is so good, it really shows the two sides of the spectrum. And despite the angst, the ending made me so happy – Maria being a supportive parent is one of my favorite tropes. This fic is wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

so tender and mild

Pairing: Gen Rating: G Words: 3,347 Tags: Insomnia, PTSD, Sleepy Peter

Summary: Ever since Titan, Peter hasn't been able to sleep. Tony is no stranger to insomnia and shares his secret to sleepless nights with Peter.

Reasons why I love it: The thought of Tony and Peter cuddling babies together with Christmas lights illuminating the scene might just be the cutest, coziest mental image I've ever had. This fic is so sweet, and I can't stop smiling over the ending. Definitely check this one out it's wonderful!

[ladybellissima]

The hero's heart

Link x Reader One Shot

Calm and mostly silent. Only faint sounds of birds once in awhile, underlining the peaceful atmosphere inside the woods of Ordon perfectly. Just for a short moment laying on the soft gras. Breathing in the beautiful scent of nature and enjoy, before the day would start. Sighing, the young hero clothed in green closed his eyes for a moment. Again complicated thoughts haunted his mind.

It wasn't easy…

The constant fighting against monsters, constant worries about the land of hyrule. The needed cry for help of villagers or important quests from Princess Zelda.

It was hard, but he would never give up. Link loved his duties. Loved going on adventures. Day in and out, he left his small home, located by the woods of Ordon Village and made his way to castle town. Giving his full attention to the villagers, watch out if everything was okay and listen to the latest gossip.

But lately it wasn't going well. There was this feeling deep down inside his heart that something was wrong. He had no clue, but at the same time knew he was lying to himself. He knew exactly, but felt helpless how to get rid of those thoughts.

Was he allowed to think this way? Being kind of selfish?

All those villagers were so grateful, were able to life a carefree life without fear. He was respected by the princess and soldiers. He could be proud. He could really say that he was doing everything right and noble. But…

Still Link felt that this wasn't enough.

"Pathetic to think this way, after all i've been through…after all i've achieved.", he thought stressed. Watching his surroundings in silence, he had to chuckle in frustration. He couldn't help it.

He felt alone.

Where are all those people, who needed help and thanked him afterwards? Nowhere… Who would care for him, if he was in trouble? No one, if he wouldn't order support for a mission.

This stinging pain called loneliness filled his heart and slowly took over his mind, his daily routine and again his short break.

Would they care, if he disappeared? Sure if there was nobody else capable of clearing the field from monsters. But how would life be, if he wasn't the chosen one in the first place? Would he have a family of his own? A carefree life?

Shaking his head, Link brushed through his blond locks with his fingers. He wanted to help others. It was okay to life this way. This lie.

He was aware that today, again, he would lay in his bed, awake and deep in thought. Watching his small home, empty and without life. He was longing for some company or maybe love? Was he allowed to?

Link often thought about having a girlfriend. Not that there weren't plenty of women out there, chasing him down. He was quite popular. But taking things into action wasn't really easy. Mostly with his shy and quiet attitude. And it never really felt right. More exhausting.

"They just see my titel, my uniform and think i am living in a castle and throwing with rupees.", he chuckled amused, slowing getting up and stretching his arms.

''The moment they enter my home, they would run away, right Epona?'', Link joked, giving his horse a short pat and heading torwards castle town.

Another day of work.

And again he couldn't sleep at night. And again feeling restless. ''Ilia know what my home is like and wanted to be my girlfriend, but i don't like her..'', he thought and looked to a small table next to his bed, where a little letter still waited for a response. The paper was red and it smelled like flowers. It was a love letter from a girl of Ordon. She was deeply in love with Link, but he had to tell her the truth. His heart wasn't beating for her. Link felt clueless how to respond, without making her cry. Sighing he looked over her question. Just one simple word and he wouldn't be alone anymore and had someone to share his life.

''It would be a lie..I have to write an answer..'', he thought stressed. Keeping her waiting wouldn't make things worse.

The next day Link started his day like always. He put on his green tunic and called out for his horse Epona.

''Let's get to Princess Zelda and the new recruits..'', he explained and made his way to Hyrule Castle. If he would just stay at home and decline their request to train new soldiers, would they find someone else? Would they replace him with some skilled fighter?

In a way Link was too afraid to try it. Too afraid to see and turn into one of those forgotten knights from his books. So he started like always and see what this day would bring.

Luckily Hyrule was peaceful as always, after he defeated Ganon. The land was beautiful and people lived in peace and harmony. Still training the new recruits of hyrule army wasn't easy. Young, over motivated boys, some jealous of the skilled hero or shaken of holding a sword for the very first time. Link had to act calm and friendly. Still quite annoying to explain moves over and over again, because that was the safest and right way.

But even this day went on and finally the young hero made his way back home. Looking forward to have a bath at the hot springs, Link took everything he needed to start his walk to Lake Hylia. No speaking to anyone today. Just a moment to relax and enjoy nature.

The mysterious waters, which could even heal injuries were famous across hyrule. Luckily he found a secret spring hidden in the woods. While others were complaining about the mass of people at Zora's domain, Link was able to rest without distraction, admirers or complains about unnecessary villager's quarrels.

It was a beautiful place with waterfalls and many small pools. Steam erupted from the hot waters and create a relaxing and quiet atmosphere. After some minutes of walking, Link could already hear the sound of splashing water. "Can't wait to get into the water..'', he thought with a bright smile.

But suddenly a different sound reached his ears. A faint beautiful melody played by a flute. Slowly following the sound, he reached a small hill with some bushes. From this place he had an perfect overview of the hot springs. And it didn't take him long to find the source of the beautiful song. Stopping in his tracks his eyes widened for a moment. There she was in all her glory, a beautiful young girl, sitting on a rock, her body barely covered in a towel, while playing a small flute. By the goddesses this scene was mesmerizing. Luckily she hid her important parts of her body, because Link was almost fainting of this sight. Overwhelmed, he couldn't take his eyes off of this beautiful girl. Like frozen he watched her playing, while feeling his heart race uncontrollably. An insane feeling, he never believed to experience ever. Were the goddesses listening to his inner conflict? It felt too good to be true.

After some time his body started to relax, but sadly too relaxed. Stepping on a tree branch, the loud noise echoed through the area of the springs and let the young girl stop abruptly. Surprised himself, he jumped of the sudden noise and fell out of the bushes, down the small hill and in front of the young girl. Surrounded by his belongings the young hero laid on the ground, grumbling of the sudden happening. But the next moment he realized and it felt like a heavy weigh laid onto his shoulders. "By the goddesses…", he whispered stressed and loooked up to meet her surprised but still beautiful gaze.

Link knew how this situation looked like and by the way she quickly pressed her towel closer he was aware what she must think now. In a way she was right. He was staring after all, but not with a bad intention. Embarrassed and ashamed Link avoid her strong gaze for a moment to collect himself. ''That was my first impression…great..'', he thought and sighed, but her sudden close presence let his mind go blank.

"You fell pretty hard!…are you okay?'', the young girl called out, while rubbing his back carefully for support. Sure she felt uneasy of what to think of this man's sudden appearance. She was alone, barely covered and going to take a bath, but noticing his bathing supplies, he seemed to just visiting the hot springs like she already did. In between the girl's unsure thoughts, Link felt beyond shocked of her closeness and fighting for words. ''Soooo closssee …she is so close. Damn it, Link say something!'', he thought shyly, while his cheeks flamed red.

''I am okay…i think…'', he stuttered and quickly got back up.

''Oh…what a relief..'', she spoke softly and stepped back to give him space. Rubbing his arm in discomfort, Link felt nervous about the sudden silence. Awkward. Either she would go now or he would start to talk nonsense, which would also lead to be left behind. He didn't want to. He really felt interested in her. Felt his butterlfies jump up and down inside his stomach.

''Yeah i am fine…thank you…i heard your melody…it was really beautiful…'', he started. This time it was the girl to act embarrassed.

''You…you..liked it?…i love to play here at the hot springs. it's so calming here..there aren't people around here either so i am able to have a better focus..'', she said shyly, trying hard to avoid his handsome gaze at her.

''One of the reasons why i came here too. How unfortunate that i've never met you before. It's really great…i would love to hear more of your songs…by the way what's your name?'', he asked more confidently and smiled brightly at her.

''(Y/N)….my name is (Y/N)….'', she stuttered uneasy, more and more feeling her heart race of this man's sweet nature.

''Wow…beautiful….like you…'', he said more to himself, but out loud. After realizing, his head got red like a tomato and started to stutter helplessly. Shaken too of his sweet words, (Y/N) couldn't but chuckle about their helpless moment, which soon led Link to smile and laugh along with her. Sweet. Everything she did was sweet.

''And you?..'', (Y/N) asked curious and made him stop in his tracks. He felt surprised that she didn't recognize him. After all he was like an open book to everyone around hyrule. Even without his hero attire, he was noticed by others.

Would she act different after realizing?

''..I am Link. Maybe you heard about me, hopefully only good stories.'', the hero said quite embarrassed, while giving her a short glance. Deep in thought, (Y/N) felt dumbfounded of not noticing sooner. After all there were hundreds of posters and stories about him. Now she felt even more insecure.

''Link i am terribly sorry. You are right.The hero of Hyrule!. It's great that you help our land and protect us…Thank you!'', she smiled, while shaking her head slightly of her mistake. Stunned of her quite calm behaviour, Link felt himself relax a bit. Normally women changed their acting completely the moment they were able to talk to him. Overfriendly, like wearing a mask.

''Oh where are my manners! You must be exhausted of a hard day of work! Please relax. I will leave to give you some space.'', (Y/N) pulled him back from his thoughts and surprised him even more after watching the young girl collecting her things to leave.

Normally he would feel a wave of relief. Longing for his time alone. But not with her. He didn't want to lose this chance. Quickly grabbing her arm, he stopped her actions immediately. Shocked of his sudden move she watched his shy expression and waited paitently for an explanation.

''(Y/N)…please…i…would you…me…'', he suddenly stuttered uncontrollably, feeling like suffocating. It looked so easy in his mind. (Y/N) realized what he was about to say and smiled warmly at the young handsome hero. Still couldn't believe it and felt beyond surprised, but luckily was able to keep her composure.

Watching his stressed expression, his red cheeks, his blond locks that fell adorably into his face and not to forget his deep blue eyes that show so much emotion which he couldn't put it into words. She already felt trapped.

''I would love to, Link'', she answered and stopped the hero's stuttering. Mouth agape he watched her surprised. Did she understand? Honestly he was confused himself.

''(Y/n)..what exactly would you love to? Because i don't know what i was talking…'', Link asked exhausted, but at the end had to chuckle of his act. (Y/N) on the other hand laughed and gave him a short hug to comfort him. Not really a good idea with her barely covered body. Link froze in the spot, trying hard to not put his hands somewhere he shouldn't for now.

"You..you are really adorable, Link…I would love to get to know you better. I hope i understood it correctly.'', (Y/N) explained flustered of her sudden move, but relaxed after noticing Link's soft smile.

"Exactly…", he spoke with much relief, which made her chuckle again.

''My family and i are living at castle town. Sure we will see each other at the market?'', she asked nervously.

"What a surprise. I am there for business tomorrow.", Link joked, while his heart was jumping of happiness.

Blushing slightly (Y/N) gave him a short nod. ''Till then Link.'', she whispered and after giving the young hero a short kiss onto his cheek, she made her way back home. More running of embarrasment.

Link's head was on fire and he couldn't move or say anything. In this short of time, his whole world was turned upside down. (Y/N) stole the hero's heart in an instant. She gave him this feeling he was looking for. The feeling of closeness, the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, the feeling that let his heart beat faster….

The feeling of love…

[lilabella12]

1320 - Day 2

Eve and Ian are still excited about their brothers news. They hope to help out as much as they can so that they can move to their home as at the end of the year.

Their cousins are happy for them, but Ida is a little sad.... She has a very string bond with Ian and doesn't want to lose that.

Ida: "Will you come and visit often?"

Ian: "I will try as much as possible. But you can come over, too. You could try and ride Domino, you're big enough now."

Ida: "I suppose... I'm a little frightened of him. He's SO big."

Daniel meanwhile has his hands full with preparing for the next season and for his siblings to move in. Annabeth comes by often to help him out of cook a meal for him... he still has no clue how to work the stove. He would not know what to do without her.

He tells her about his talk with his uncle one day after their work for the day is done.

Daniel: "I promised him to have everything ready by the beginning of the next season. I think I can do it if the winter harvest turns out good."

Annabeth: "Well, the crops look fine for now. It's so nice that you want them to move in with you... that's not something everyone would think about."

Daniel: "They're my family. The only ones I have left. Apart from my uncle, of course. But I could not do this without your help... so thank you Annabeth."

Annabeth: "You would have found a way. But I'm happy to help out. I don't know if I will have time next season, though... My father has expressed his wish for me to meet with... well, nevermind."

It seems like she doesn't want to talk about it, so Daniel doesn't ask. He thinks about it while he goes out to collect wood that afternoon, though.... Is Annabeths father thinking about marriage for his daughter? They are the proper age for it now... He doesn't know how to feel about that. Or perhaps he doesn't want to think about what that hollow feeling in his chest is.

With the wood he collected that day he makes some more furniture for his small house. He now has a table where he can sit down with his siblings when they come to visit.

Annabeth: "It's starting to look like a real home, Daniel."

Daniel: "I hope it will be for Eve and Ian, too. It's a little small, but I think we can expand once there's anough money from the crops."

Leah meanwhile has to deal with the consequences of her actions. She's been feeling sick and unwell in the mornings and she knows what the implications are.

It's though for her, but she needs to talk to Leonard about this. They were only together that one time and she managed to stay out of his ways for the last few weeks, but....

Leah: "I need to talk to you... I've not been feeling well these past few weeks."

Leonard: "Are you sick? Do you need to see a doctor? The cold has been harsh these past few days."

Leah: "Leonard, this is hard for me, but... I think I'm... well, expecting."

Leonard swallows hard. His face goes pale."

Leonard: "Are you sure?"

Leah: "Very sure."

Leonard: "That's not good... I... I don't know what to do about that. But noone can know about this. Leah, do you understand? If my father finds out that I... sabotaged his plans for the estate...."

Leah: "I know. I just... wanted to tell you."

She tears up. A part of her wanted Leonard to be happy about this, but deep inside she knew that it would only cause problems.

Leonard: "I wish you hadn't..."

Leah: "I'm sorry...."

She stands up and runs to her room. She cries a lot that night and when her brothers find her in tears, she just tells them... everything.

Leah: "I'm sorry, boys, but it could very well be that we will have to move back to the farm if I start showing... I don't know how Mr. Dayle will react to this."

The boys are not happy, but sympathetic. They spend the night talking things through and offer their help to their sistes so she doesn't have to shoulder all of her tasks alone now that she is pregnant. Leah is happy that at least her brothers are on her side.

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[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 71 - Dude, We're Getting the Band Back Together!

The gossip at the Taste of Tartosa bar is juicy tonight.

Ophelia: You guys didn't have to quit for me!

Moses: We're not working for someone who treats anyone, let alone our friend like that.

Ophelia: But what are you going to do for work?

Moses: We have a pretty good idea.

Moses: We're starting our own band!

Ophelia: Can you do that?

Drew: Yeah, we just can't be Let Them Eat Cake anymore. Thing is, we need a lead singer…

Ophelia: Of course I'll do it, no question, but where would we even perform?

Moses: There's all kinds of bars and nightclubs that'd host live music. And you know we love you and we'd have you no matter what, but your celebrity status would definitely get our foot in a lot more doors.

Ophelia: Well, if anyone can pull this off, it's us. I'm in!

Ophelia: We're gonna need a new name.

Drew: Moses and I rattled off a few ideas on the way here, but we both kind of like The Main Squeeze.

Ophelia: Is that a pun about my last name?

Drew: Well, you're kind of the face of the band. Plus, it's fun to come up with lemon puns.

Ophelia: This is going to take a lot of planning. We need to contact venue owners, get new equipment, figure out our fees… But that's for another day. Tonight, let's get juiced!

Drew: I've never been more proud.

Xander: That's my cue!

After a couple hours of drinking and celebrating, Xander starts to clean up for the night.

Ophelia: The Main Squeeze… I really do like that name.

Moses: I still think Citrus Got Real is pretty good.

Drew: Guess it's official. We just need to find our first venue.

Xander has been a bit quiet tonight. He's had a lot to think about but he's confident in his decision.

Xander: I think a new bar is opening up soon that'd be happy to have you as regular performers. The owner is pretty great. And handsome.

He told Ophelia all about it the other night, but she knows he wasn't quite sold yet.

Ophelia: Sweetie, are you sure?

Xander: Positive. This is what my parents wanted, and it'd be a chance to bring some new life to Tartosa.

Moses: Uh, want to clue us in?

One explanation later-

Drew: A bar? Hell yeah! Finally, a party spot in Tartosa!

Ophelia: You're not just doing this on our behalf, right?

Xander: Of course not. I want to do it for me. I've been thinking a lot about my future and starting now fits perfectly with my plans.

Before Drew and Moses head out, Ophelia wants to make a toast.

Ophelia: I'm so proud to be part of this band. We've joked so much about being family that we actually became one. The world won't know what hit 'em. To The Main Squeeze!

Moses and Drew: To The Main Squeeze!

It's closing time and everything's cleaned up, but Ophelia and Xander stay for a slow dance to the stereo and a chat.

Ophelia: You're really sure it not just for me?

Xander: Yes, I am. I was hesitant, but I know I can do it.

Ophelia: I know you can too.

Ophelia: You've been thinking about the future lately, huh? What's it look like?

Xander: Well, I'll be running the bar, and I'll have a talented, kind, ambitious blonde bombshell by my side. Y'know, if said bombshell will have me.

Ophelia: Rumor has it she will.

Xander pulls Ophelia closer and kisses the back of her hand.

Ophelia: The bombshell has it pretty good in your vision of the future too. A thoughtful, sweet goofball and a future master mixologist? How could she resist?

Speaking of resisting… Time to go home.

The two have a little pre-woohoo fun.

Xander: Help me, I'm dying… And the only cure is… to touch a butt.

Ophelia: Sorry, butt machine's broke.

Xander: Tell my girlfriend… I love… her ass.

Ophelia: You're such a doofus.

You're the one getting in bed with him, girly!

Poor Marshmallow. Someday they'll have a bigger bedroom and you can have a bed near theirs.

[ninepentz]

Sebastian rogers still missing

Sebastian who's birthday is tomorrow december 7th, apparently a high functioning autistic 15 year old who's been missing since, February 26, 2024. He's been gone for 9 months with no leads. Luckily dog the bounty hunter has recently entered the search and hopefully we can find him soon. They are offering a reward $225,155 to anyone who can help bring him home, this is a high stake case..and as the days go on people are getting more and more desperate to find him.

Link to the sebastian rogers case info and most recent updates 👇

What happened to him?

His mother said she last seen him February 25th, the night before he was officially discovered missing. She was in her room and heard a thud coming from Sebastians room around 10pm assuming nothing of it, she says she told Sebastian to keep it down and get ready for bed. Soon after that she would fall asleep, and wake up at 6am to get Sebastian ready for school only to find him gone. Apparently he had no shoes, no phone or his medication. Authorities say there is no signs of foul play at the moment.

There's a lot of possibilities and stories that people are coming up with about what happened but no one really knows. I'm here to see if the charts can tell me anything about sebastian and what he was going through around 10pm since that's the last solid time we have of him alive or heard from.

Thankfully we do have a birthday for Sebastian, no birth time. But this is great, his case will be much easier to read and pinpoint exactly what could of happened that night. I want to start by looking at what transits he was having and see what houses were being activated.

Charts above; Sebastians natal December 7th 2008 (he's an sagittarius sun, aries moon) and last seen date February 25th, 2024 at 10pm.

Sebastians sun, mercury and mars all transitting the 2nd house:

This is interesting, 2nd house in criminal charts have been associated for me based on cases I've done, as throwing someone out in the trash/discarding and suffocation.

The good thing about this is that all these planets are conjunct the sun which would make whatever happened this night be out in the open, there will be more evidence and clues to be found. The sun illuminates everything it touches, anything where the sun is, you can bet that there will be videos, physical evidence, witnesses, giving you a more in depth picture of what happened.

Moon transit conjunct sebastians saturn:

I feel like something about sebastians deeply ingrained habits, family dynamics, childhood, ancestry, was being tested or subdued by saturn around this time. Moon-saturn transits in general can show up as loneliness, isolation, lack of affection in the home by parental figures, emotional detachment, maybe that day was somewhat a negative, serious, somber day for sebastian. It could also be that maybe sebastian was becoming insecure about his own awareness of his disability, personality..like he can clearly see all the things about him that isolate/ostracize him from relating to the people around him. Kind of like a social outcast, not really fitting in with the crowd. Saturn is bringing to his attention all his deepest insecurities, these insecurities are literally his entire being. Starting from his whole childhood experiences, leading up to the young adult he has become. I wonder if he was feeling bullied or remembering times when he was bullied. With saturn on the moon, he was feeling in some way trapped in his circumstances.

I'm currently having moon conjunct my saturn transit right now as we speak, I def have felt kinda somber, quiet, and sluggish today. And esp at the moment the feeling of awareness of my loneliness/isolation is kicking in. For me moon-saturn transits always happen over the weekend when everyone is gone from the house and it's just me alone. Isn't that so fitting with saturn-moon.

Sebastian natal jupiter transitting into the 3rd house:

I wonder if sebastian was just itching for freedom, maybe tired of being demanded around, or his intelligence/maturity being undermined.. I wouldn't be surprised if he went off on his own journey to travel somewhere, and learn/experience things on his own. With the 3rd house, he would be nearby. What leads me to believe this is bc jupiter is kind of sparking his need for freedom, curiosity, expansion, indulgence, adventure, and in the 3rd house it's like his mind was everywhere like a child with adhd. Chaotic, happy, active mind, seeking answers, finding ways to express itself in all kinds of ways. It could also describe having anxiety, the 3rd house is associated with anxiety and anxious behaviors. I wonder if he was learning about anything prior to disappearing that triggered some kind of idea in his head of where to go. Jupiter would be foreign places, somewhere with no connection to his personal life, ethnicity, or interest.

Sebastian natal uranus transitting into the 5th house:

It seems to me, with out knowing anything about the most recent updates to his case this gives me the impression that Sebastian was exploring himself as a person. For this moment in time, he was feeling rebellious, free, wanting to express himself to the fullest. I mean at the end of the day he is a budding teenager with developing hormones, and if you know what I mean, you would know that those hormones are super strong. We are likely to be more impulsive, rebellious, highly energized, just wanting more out of life but not really having a direction. You want to have fun, be free, all these hormones can make it so that we arent able to control ourselves. Basically we are at whim of our moods and impulses.

When I was 15 I def was that rebellious teenager my parents hated, getting into stuff, wanting to do my own thing, avoiding responsibilities. I find that during uranus transits I want to be alone, unburdened by other people who damper my life pretty much.

This is how uranus transits will play out in our lives, a period where we don't want to follow the status quo, we don't want to continue the usual routine, you may want to avoid anything and anyone that doesnt allow you to be independent/yourself. The 5th house here suggests wanting to express his personality, style, confidence, creativity. He was determined to get out there and find out who he is and have fun.

Saturn is conjunct his natal uranus telling me that maybe he felt he was being blocked from expressing/freeing himself, there was many obstacles when it comes to him reaching whatever goal he had in mind. This could of been what caused his need to be free so bad, saturn whoever/whatever the dampening presence was, made sebastian feel even more of urge to free himself.

Sebastian natal neptune in the 4th house:

This is interesting I have my natal neptune in the 4th house, and my house is my sacred space. Here I can let go, be free, have no routine, be messy, unbound.. it can also be my downfall as well.

The thing about neptune in the 4th is that, there will be no boundaries here, no limitations, so maybe he can feel so free at home but to his detriment. When you are at home too much, or just not around anything that keeps you grounded, you can become delusional, vulnerable, too sensitive/soft. So this means maybe by staying home or even being sheltered he didnt develop instincts to survive by himself, he doesnt have the social experience to know people and their intentions, or to understand what he will get himself into. All he knows is what he's surrounded by at home, who the people are around him but not the outside world. So maybe this means he was somewhat coping in unhealthy ways at home, something was feeding into his delusions, this also shows me that he doesn't have much self awareness at the time. Maybe some disassociating behavior, maybe his literal disability, he was just completely unaware of himself, knowing whether he is a target for criminals or knowing himself deep enough to have a strong identity, just overall a very vulnerable place to be in.

So for some reason he was being delusional at home, or just not really grounded. To give you an idea of what neptune represents in the 4th house, it's like overindulging in your imagination, maybe being too confined in a small space causing the delusions, doing drugs/any unhealthy thing, watching too much tv, eating, etc bc neptune represents addictions. So maybe since it was night time and he knew his mom would be sleeping, he took that as an opportunity to have fun and push past boundaries, do whatever it is he wanted to do that he found comfort and interest in.

MC transit trine sebastians natal mercury:

Law enforcement and the public should find information about this case by neighbors/neighborhood, some kind of word of mouth. This a good sign to see, it shows me that eventually some information will come forward and their success in finding sebastian will be by something they hear, learn, see. Mercury is the messenger of the zodiac, the talk show, researcher, some intelligent person, a truth teller, blog. Something to do with literal communication.

Mc represents the public, authority figures like law enforcement. This is important in criminal cases bc it shows you the most visible aspects of this case, so all mc transits will show you what the public feels about the situation and how law enforcement is relating to the case/victim.

MC transit trine sebastians sun:

Super good to see, he will definitely be found. It's just a matter of when. Everything will eventually be revealed.

MC and the sun are the most visible planets in astrology.

MC transit opposite sebastians neptune:

This tells me for a while in this case they feel like have a grasp on it one minute but then completely lose track the next. Things can seem very confusing, mysterious, lack of information/clues, like smoke and mirrors, there's just not much evidence or leads. Everyone's confused and things are unstable. Maybe following wrong leads and things of that nature.

Moon transit square sebastians mercury:

This tells me he may have been somewhat frustrated and confused. His heart and mind were not communicating together fluidly so he may have been confused, resorting to his comfort habits and wanting to self sooth, maybe little annoyances here and there. This also tells me maybe he was uncomfortable, like sensory issues or something. Maybe someone in the home that he didnt want to be around. Also he easy having trouble communicating.

Neptune transit square sebastian mercury:

Not good at all, he was very confused, disillusioned, he wasn't able to think clearly, not even able to have clear intuition or emotional intelligence. Maybe drugged, something that affected his intellect and his ability to communicate. Nothing too serious tho bc a square shows that both mercury and neptune were clashing against eachother, so both have some control, there's frustration if anything. The opposition is where we would see real helplessness and delusion. The square tells me there was just something around him, affecting his mental self, his ability to think for himself, travel, speak.

I do wonder if he did drugs or something, mercury is never just in one place, it's very versatile, curious, mentally active, creative, restless, wanting to know and try a little bit of everything and that being with boundariless neptune is basically getting into things, maybe getting sick from not being careful, mixing harmful things together, no structure at all. Neptune and mercury def are the 2 planets that don't have structure or routine.

Saturn transit square sebastian sun:

This tells me some authority figure or event was causing sebastian to feel hopeless and imprisoned in some way. He wasnt able to express himself on a deep identity level. The sun is our most visible self, our core, heart, entire being.. something about that was being depressed by saturn. Saturn is in pisces so maybe someone felt that sebastian was being unruly, disrespectful, wild, just completely uncivilized is how I see this bc saturn in pisces is like a person who has high spiritual morality, maybe even religious to a delusional extent, and so when they see someone like sebastian who is free of any spirituality, and doesnt even fit societal expectations as someone who's neurodivergent, he can seem very disorganized and untamed to someone who's delusionally spiritual, dogmatic about their beliefs. Basically like a conservative christian in a sense, they have a strong "moral compass" but it's very flawed. Pisces is prone to falling for schemes, being misguided, being illogical. Especially when it comes to the square, so all these things I'm describing is about harshly aspected pisces saturn. It could def have been his parents being the delusional authoritians, or it's possible just sebastians circumstances at home. It could be anything that's causing this blockage, not just people. Overall he feels very restricted at this time, maybe even being hidden away.

Sebastian natal saturn in the 11th house:

Very odd. I say that bc I'm not aware of sebastian having friends or even an online community, so his saturn transitting the 11th house could be maybe he is very isolated from society and community. He's unable to make friends, this is a major point of struggle. Maybe he's also working towards it tho, he wants friends badly, he wants a community but it's not coming easily. This would be something that would be constantly challenged throughout this transit. So it could be that he's looking for a community, community/networking has been on his mind a lot, but with no success. There's something in the way, stopping him from making it happen. It can be very frustrating for him, having the desire there but always finding obstacles and problems back to back. Saturn restricts everything it touches, it's possible he is isolated from society and technology.

In criminal astrology, the ascendant of the date missing represents the victim, and we always wanna look at the ascendant ruler for clues.

Asc in Scorpio, ruler is pluto:

Pluto is in aquarius at 1°04 degrees, this means that pluto has a significant influence on sebastian and his life. Pluto Aquarius themes are what we should be looking out for, manipulation with false information, false leaders, evil leadership, ego driven/malicious communities, mass mind control.

I heard someone on a fb group dedicated to finding sebastian, that it's possible he was taken by some latter-de saint missionaries, you know those random religious people you see scoping your neighborhoods looking for people to convert into their religion.

Today I literally came across two young men who walked up to a woman sitting near me introducing themselves and asking her if she would like to hear a word from god, reading her a passage from the bible and then before the conversation ended they asked if they could have her number so that they can talk about this more. I knew about these missionaries, I've seen them before trying to pray to people, talk about god and invite them to their churches. I always found it strange and it wasn't until today before even looking into sebastian rogers case that I did research on what latter de saint missonaries are and what they actually do. I also realized it's always 2 young men doing the scouting and approaching random people.

Here's a video explaining what they do, and what they're all about:

To me my 1st thought is that these people are in a little religious cult, that's why you see that the men who are going around hunting for people to convert are always young men. Ofc the most impressionable/moldable people, which makes sense why they would choose them to do this type of thing. It's basically indoctrination (mind controlling) people from a young age 1st, when they are the most inspired and excited to get out in the world. And what better way to help attract people to your church when you have young men who seem kind, intelligent/educated, passionate.. it's making me feel like they use those men to lure people in. But yeah it's so weird that I literally came across them today and then I see that post from someone in the fb group. It very much aligns with pluto in aquarius, these type of missionary christians are not exactly mainstream. They def are a weird group of people to me and I'm sure to many others, it just seems way too religious. To the point where it takes up your entire identity. I feel like maybe that's why it's not a mainstream practice and they're kinda, a private community if that's the right word

Pluto transit in the 3rd house:

This would be relevant to add what house pluto is in. This can mean a few things, maybe hes nearby his home, something to do with a malicious neighbor, dog the bounty hunter could be right. There's a possibility of a man hole where they are keeping sebastian or where he's hiding. Bc pluto would be concealing something, trying to remain hidden, and the 3rd house would be our travel, our communication, our intentions, so it's possible there's something to do with a sneaky neighbor/hidden place within the neighborhood. I'm imagining someone being really really quiet, making sure to not make too much noise or leave any trace behind, controlling their face expressions, movement, body position, maybe anxiously and obsessively trying to cover their tracks, trying to be two steps ahead at all times.

If this has to do with another person being involved what I mentioned above this could be possible. If not it is describing where sebastian could be, so somewhere deep in the neighborhood hidden.

Where ever you see pluto you see metamorphosis happening, so something is going through intense changes to the point where it's leading to a place that becomes unrecognizable, changing what they were into something we didn't expect or plan for. Pluto kinda forces change. So there could be constantly change of location, constant change of travel modes, constant change of how communication is happening.

Also it could even be family, siblings. Or possibly people in general who have seen him around and are familiar with sebastian.

Find the fb group discussion for sebastian rogers here👇

So what do you think happened? I'm going to continue researching and adding information when I find out more. I need to finish looking at what's aspecting pluto to get a deeper picture of everything.

Hope this helps, usually my readings are on the right track even if i get a few things wrong so all this information I've found out here must have a little bit of truth in them. I'll leave it to you to do what you will with this information and form your own opinion. Thanks for reading <3

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[theladyofbloodshed]

Hi. I really admire your writng and love all your fic very much. Really,as a reader i cant wrap my head around how incredible your writing are. But as a fellow writer, it got me thinking how you balance your day working-personal life-reading-writing. I just enter corporate life and it was exhausting. How do you manage your time to write and is it hard for you to keep your interest in writing while working?

Thank youu and no, i think your chrismast deco look very beautiful. If I visit your house i would love staying around the tree with a dim light and a warm tea.

Thank you so much for the message. That's incredibly kind of you. You are welcome for a cup of tea any time!

I will break down my day under the read more.

05:40 - partner wakes up for work (waking me up) 06:10 - partner leaves for work and I get up 07:00 - in the car to work 07:30 - at work. I don't get paid until 08:30 but I literally would not be ready for the kids if I came in at that time, plus I'm already awake (and definitely a morning person). I'm usually alone in the class until around that time so I tend to have an audiobook on while I'm getting the class ready. I teach in a different classroom every single day, so I have to be organised. 16:00 - finish work 16:30 - home for a cup of tea and usually go on social media/write 18:00 - cook dinner which usually takes about an hour After that, I either spend time with my partner, read, or write. The only day I haven't written something was when I had to be at work until nearly 9pm for a halloween party, but generally, I write every single day. I will be honest in that I don't really have a social life. I've only really got one friend and she lives 60 miles away. I cancelled my gym membership because I hate going after work in winter and I've been so ill for the last couple of months that it was a waste of money. At the weekends, my partner and I might go to a coffee shop or a walk, but most of the time I am writing. It's nothing I have to force. I look forward to writing every single day. If I found it a chore, I wouldn't do it. Sometimes, I am super tired from work too and have a low output, but in those times I'll lay on the bed or take a bath with some music on and still be imagining scenarios. If you are exhausted, don't push it. If I've imagined a scene enough then I know exactly how it will play out to make the writing easier. My brain almost thinks in a writer mode now, like instead of seeing the scene, I'll also be narrating it.

I am constantly thinking about my writing. When I drive, I am imagining scenarios/dialogue. If I go for a walk alone, my headphones are on to dissociate and imagine. For me, it's all consuming. Weirdly, none of my new colleagues know I have any books and I've just mentioned it in passing to my family because we're not close and they don't really care. Even my partner has no clue about character names or anything because he hasn't read them. It's got to the point where I have RSI in my hand from typing so much. Today, I've written about 5000 words and have written 100k words for a single book since October.

It is hard for me to switch off sometimes. I do wonder if I have some sort of ADHD because I have to be doing something at all times. When I'm at work for my planning time, I'm usually doing all 8 jobs on my to do list at the same time, like this page is loading so I'll start this email then go back to that lesson plan then reply to that other person. I cannot just sit and watch tv, I either have to be sewing, or writing by hand, or typing. The only time I do nothing is when I sleep lmao. I've always been that way though.

In terms of reading, I've really struggled this year. Most books have been 2/3 star reads for me - which is really unlike me. I'm usually super generous with 5 stars. I've had to force myself to sit and read a lot because I'll just scroll on my phone otherwise when I'm bored.

I wish I had kids, but I don't, and thankfully my partner also cooks and cleans so if its his turn to cook, I can carry on writing. Sometimes it has caused arguments so I try to make a conscious effort to put my laptop down and spend quality time together. Writing is just everything to me. I love it. It's all I ever want to do. But, I'm also not a night person, so my laptop is usually off before 9pm and I'm asleep by half past 9 nearly every night ha.

[fight-the-corn]

sbi x reader part 8

A few days later, Wilbur reached out to me. I felt my phone buzz and when I checked it, I saw the following message:

W: hey! how r u?

I smiled as I responded.

O: im good, hbu?

The answer was instantaneous.

W: ive been good! u wanna come over to our house for dinner tmrw? we miss u!!

Dinner. Usually, I had to get food made for my parents. But, if I timed it right, I could feed them then sneak out?

O: what time were you thinking?

W: probs around six? if I wanna change it tho that's fine idc

O: any chance we could do seven, or is that too late?

W: great! that totally works!! looking forward to it!!

O: loved " great! that totally works!! looking forward to it!!"

That have me enough time to get food to my parents by six, then be at the Craft's house by seven. Call it stupid or selfish for choosing the villains, but at least they made me feel safe. I went to bed that night with a smile on my face for the first time in a while.

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I got through the next day happier than normal, having something to look forward to. By early evening, food was done and two plates were made up. It wasn't suspicious that I didn't have a plate, I don't usually get one. My parents prefer to eat alone.

At six o'clock, I set their plates on the table, ran upstairs, and slipped out the window. My heart was pounding in my chest, terrified of the punishment I was risking by leaving. It was worth it though, I reminded myself. I was going to get to spend time with an amazing family, and I was going to have fun, and it was going to be awesome.

I made it to the Craft house by 6:30, knocking on the door. Tommy opened it, grinning. "THE WOMAN HAS ARRIVED! Come in, come in," he beckoned me inside. I smiled as he led me to the table where I sat, and Phil brought a plate over and they all sat around the table.

Dinner was fun. Lots of jokes, lots of smiling. No alcohol in sight. I was getting comfortable with the family. Techno suggested game night, then wiped the floor with us in Scattergories. After, Tommy insisted on Twister, which led to Phil calling colors and Wilbur just trying to get in Tommy's way as much as possible. I fell over second, after Tommy, because Wilbur had tripped him and I laughed so hard I fell. Phil then offered up Clue, which suprisingly, I won.

As all good things must come to an end, it was getting to the time I needed to get back home. Finally, I called it.

"Ok, I think it's time for me to go home."

" Awwww, one more game? "

"I'm sorry Wil, I have to go."

Phil stepped in. "Do you need a ride?"

" Yeah, actually, that would be awesome. "

"Ok, I'll take you home. Boys, you're on cleanup duty."

Tommy whined, but Tommy always whined so everyone ignored him.

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The ride home was nice, I chatted quietly with Phil the whole way home. I learned about his love for gardening, and he told some stories about the boys that almost had me in tears I was laughing so hard. As relaxed as I had felt the whole evening, I couldn't shake the underlying fear that gripped me the whole time. What if my parents found out I was gone? What if something happens with the Crafts, and they decide they don't want me anymore? Even though I've lived with nobody in my corner for so long, it would be so much more painful now that I know what it's like to have people who I feel safe around. As we neared my house, I tentatively spoke.

"Is there any chance you could drop me off around the corner? My parents kind of don't know I went out." I ducked my head as I spoke, not sure if how he would react. Would he be mad? Hate that I was lying to my family?

"Why didn't you tell them?"

" Um, they can just be a little strict sometimes, but I really wanted to come to dinner. I swear, I don't usually do stuff like that. "

"What would happen if they caught you?"

"They probably wouldn't be happy with me. I'd just get in trouble."

" Your shirt slipped during twister."

I froze. He silently pulled over and turned to face me.

"Why is your stomach so bruised?"

I open my mouth, then close it. "I'm clumsy?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Did you know that I used to be an emergency foster placement care parent? I've seen after effects of some bad homes."

I blink, then duck my head. "I have it under control."

He's quiet for a moment, then: "We can't help you if you don't let us."

My eyes fill with tears at the gesture, because not only was this the first time anyone has offered to help me, but Phil is offering his help after I've been nothing but a pain, spending days in his house recovering, eating his food, crashing his family game nights.

"I understand it feels like a really big thing, but honestly, any paperwork is worth it. We have the money and the resources, and our family loves you. You would be safe. "

I debated it. I really did. I looked up and met his eyes.

"What if I just promise to call you if it gets too bad? "

"I don't want you to have to get to the point of too bad. Also, I don't know if you can fairly identify 'too bad'."

"I called someone that night in the snow."

"Only after you had been out there for multiple hours."

I stay quiet at that. He has a point.

"Look, just call me if you need, okay? Any of us, anywhere, anytime. We can help you."

I nod.

"And I mean that. Even if your parents catch you sneaking back in tonight, or something happens at one in the morning, or you're two cities over, call us. Ok?"

" Okay. Thank you Phil. "

"Of course. Anytime."

I get out of the car. He gives me a hug. I turn, and walk towards the house that is the source of all my darkest fears.

[aftonpeoplepleaser]

Having a service animal sucks!

Yup, I said it. While the pros do not outweigh the cons it's pretty close. I do not regret my service animal. I am the first to admit I am not much of a dog person as an adult but that is because our working relationship has ruined that for me. Here are just some of the stressors I have to deal with.

"Where is his registration" While people now do not often ask this ridiculous question outright there are several thousand ways in a day someone makes the implication. This alone is nothing compared to other issues.

Ignorance. That should have been number one but we are here now. The majority of people I encounter daily have absolutely no clue what a working dog is. They may have a slight idea in their mind but refuse to do any work to inform themselves. They do not consider distracting, antagonizing, or interacting with my service animal as a big deal as me correcting them. It is impossible to safely transport my service animal out of the building at the end of the day without harassment.

Constant Corrections. Every day I am constantly correcting people when it comes to interacting with my service animal and sometimes I cave and just let it happen because I am just too drained to keep having these interactions. I work at an elementary school where I get as many as 50 kids calling out to my service animal per minute on a bad day. One child even stood there barking less than two feet from her face. Since this incident, I have put an e-collar on her in case of emergencies because SHE IS STILL AN ANIMAL.

Washing out. Izzy has yet to reach her first year as a qualified service animal and in this ridiculously high-stress environment I've put her in I am terrified she will become washed out and I will have to start over again. People grossly underestimate the seriousness of this and the risk they put us both in with their behavior and blatant disregard for our personal space and safety as well as the safety of the children in their care. This will result in unstable income for myself and my family and would put an intense strain on the relationships in my home.

Constant discomfort. I know my rights and responsibilities as a handler but very few others do. This means I have to ask for permission to do things I do not need permission for. I have to deal with people harassing my working animal knowing full well it is illegal to do so with minimal protection and virtually no recourse. I still pay to have her live with me because it is not worth the fight. And when you have ANY type of job around people with a working animal every person that does not like dogs will do everything they can to make sure you know it.

Every day I am correcting, pleading, and and avoiding. It seems like having Izzy at work is doing the very thing that makes me need her at work. It started with a gang of kids screaming at me and has turned into a gang of kids screaming at me constantly. The adults could help in this situation but for some reason, they don't sense the urgency. I wanted to be able to get through a week without falling to pieces and clinging to anyone I could for support and now I am ending my days crying in my classroom because I am just so exhausted. I don't want to give up because I have been fighting for this for so long but where I live just isn't ready for allowing people with service animals to achieve some sense of normalcy in the workplace. I always wondered why people with service animals weren't visible in the workforce and I see why.

Perspective for those who don't get it

Imagine I am walking through the bus loop and your student is creaming at my service animal. My animal senses my discomfort, mistakes my actions, and begins to task by applying pressure to my legs. Now I trip over her and have hurt myself. I am hurt and confused my kindergarten class is scared, worried, and confused, and now my service animal is so heavily overstimulated from such constant chaos all day that she goes on the offensive thinking that I am somehow in danger. Now your child has been attacked and I have lost my livelihood. Both of our lives are now completely altered. Their family will suffer, my family will suffer, Izzy will suffer, and you could have prevented this by informing your student about the service animal you knew existed in that space and the appropriate behavior when they are sharing a space with her.

Service animals are still animals, not robots. Working animals fail all the time and it is almost never their fault but due to outside factors out of their control. I am so tired but I don't wanna give up. I wanna give up.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Hello, can I get an apex request for just some fuse angst, please

the beginning, the middle, and The End| Walter "Fuse" Fitzroy

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Reader: Gender Neutral| Walter "Fuse" Fitzroy x kid/platoinc, sick reader

Note: Im in a very heartbreaking death kinda mood.

Warnings: eludes to death, the reader is severely sick

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It's not dark, it's getting there, the dark side of this broken moon, repaired within the light of the stars from galaxies far and beyond, there is one star, that sits on the surface of the dusty broken moon, it's old, and it's grey despite it's counter parts, it's seen it's share of time and share of stars fade away, Walter Fitzroy, is a fuse that will never go out despite it's use.

Y/n sat still, foot hanging off the edge of the dropship that had come to pick the legends up, their knee up in support of the hand-crafted book and pencil, their own little makeshift desk. Y/n clicked the pen repeatedly.

No that wasn't right.

Crossing out the words on the page, there was a sigh of disappointment from themselves. Ideas came easy as did the words, their order though did not.

The beginning.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Y/n," The eighteen-year-old introduced.

"I've been expecting ya kiddo, names Walter, Walter Fitzroy" Walter spoke, casually dressed for the day, it was early after all, and a new season would start soon; "Welcome to ya new home roomie."

Y/n nodded, a smile on their face Walter could only laugh at; the enthusiasm of the youth always brought a smile to his face; he allowed Y/n inside, "You're on the right."

"Right. Thanks." Y/n spoke tossing the duffle at the foot of the bed where there was a single box.

"If you need any help you ask good ol' Fusey." He explained leaning against the desk on his side of the room.

Y/n nodded, both in thanks and understanding. Walter had been expecting a roomie, some new legend, but not a kid; eighteen years of age and barely had experience, was well placed within a blood sport for people's entertainment.

"Mind me askin'," Walter pipped up, moving from his desk to his bed, grabbing his guitar which rested on the end of his bed, "Why ya know- this."

Y/n had gotten to making the bed, sheets, and a thick woven throw, with a tossed pillow at the head of the bed, they took a seat.

"I have Sarcoma," Y/n answered simply, pulling the box closer to go through.

"Scar what now?" Walter asked with a laugh, "A scar put you in a coma?"

Y/n chuckled, "No, Sarcoma."

"You kids and fancy words, I ain't got a clue of what the hell that is mate." Walter chuckled Y/n smiling in return.

"I have heart cancer."

The room went from warm to cold, Y/n casually went through the few things in the box, putting a picture frame on the nightstand that had already been provided previously. Then looked Walter's way with a smile, "What about you? Why are you in the games?"

Walter was silent in response, what was he to say? Fame? Glory?

"Hm?" Y/n pipped up.

"What?" Walter asked, "Ah! Right! Just...made for it I suppose."

Y/n chuckled, "We all have a place in the galaxy I suppose."

Walter nodded, a soft 'yeah, yeah I suppose', coming from him.

"Uh, what about you? Passions? Girls guys? Family?" Walter questioned.

"I like poetry, reading, writing." Y/n talked, "kinda basic if you ask me heh...-"

"no not at all!" Walter answered, "You write anything you let out?"

"Do you?" Y/n asked, gesturing towards Walter's guitar as he chuckled.

"Complicated." Was Walter's answer, "I figured ya had a sense for that already kid."

Y/n laughed; "I know an introverted extrovert when I see one."

Walter could only laugh in response, "I guess ol' Fitzory is getting easier and easier to read."

Y/n shrugged, "Kinda my own little gift ya know?"

The dark side of the moon, in all its glory and deep shades. It's the shadow of the night that reins in the brightest in suns and the darkest of nights. I've been lost more than once there, alone and feared; it's hard to leave it when you have nowhere else to go-

No, that reeks of self-pity.

Y/n sighed scribbling out the page and turning to a new one; frustrated with what to say.

The middle.

"I had it!" Y/n shouted, "I had it and you got in the way!"

"me!?" Mara argued, " I had a line of sight!"

"Only after I put em there!" Y/n defended.

"It was my shot! My kill!"

"It should of been mine!"

"Fuck you!"

"Well fuck you!"

"Alright! Hey!" Walter got in between the two of them, "Let's stop shoutin' alright?"

"She got my hard-earned kill!" Y/n argued, "I tracked that team down!"

"I know," Walter spoke, "I was there...trust me my back still hurts kid-"

"it was my bullet that made the kill!" Mara argued.

"I know." Walter told, "I was there-"

Y/n glared at her, "I rather die than be teamed up with you again!"

"Good thing you're dying soon then isn't it!"

It went silent in the rest area of the barracks. Legends looking at each other awkwardly; it was weird seeing Mara and Y/n argue to begin with; yet that comment came from the back alley and seemed more personal than anything.

"Hey- look let's all settle down ya?" Dr.Sommers smiled, her hands landing on the teens' shoulders in a comforting matter, "No one dying here- we're just tense from a long game is all dearies. Let me make us all a hot cup of tea to relax us hm?"

Y/n pulled away from Dr.Sommer's hand and left.

"Y/n- Kid come on!" Walter shouted after them, sighing, he ran after Y/n, "Y/n! Kiddo come on!"

Y/n slammed the door behind them entering the room, Walter opened it right back up to step inside.

"Y/n!-"

"Don't." Y/n snapped already flopped on the bed and back turned towards him.

Walter sighed, closing the door behind him softly and walking to the edge of Y/n's bed where he took a seat.

"Are you okay?"

Y/n was silent; Walter patting Y/n's lower leg fatherly as he looked over.

"I asked her to not treat me differently- not to be an asshole." Was Y/n's response.

"I know kid." Walter told.

"What you were there?" Y/n asked.

"You asked me to overhear." Walter answered, "You also asked my opinion on it- and told me-"

"I get it yeah yeah."

Walter smiled small; "You dropped a pretty hard shell on her today, earlier...and to be honest; teamin' up with the murder ass hole and Loba's arugin' the match before didn't help...that doesn't make it right."

Y/n sat up to turn and face him, knees brought to there chest, "I'm not scared of it, of dying that is, she's right."

"Hey; you've lasted this long." Walter cheered, "What's gonna stop you now?"

"Heart cancer?" Y/n asked.

He waved that off, "Heart cancer? You beat all these legends with heart cancer and just now ya gonna get scar coma get in the way?"

"Sarcoma" Y/n corrected.

"Whatever the hell it's called," Walter spoke; "You made it this far- by yourself, now ya got someone who's got your back- if I mention in the coolest of damn ways possible- let one thing be ya up? Nah."

"Fuse- this is real life-"

"I'm bein ' real about it! Watch- next season break is a-comin'" He spoke, "and I'll be right there for those big sessions you'll have the whole ride. I need my roomie."

Y/n smiled small at him, he putting his hand on their shoulder,"ya ain't alone in this kid. Not if I can help it."

Y/n nodded as Walter smiled, "thanks."

Truth be told, no matter the dark side of the moon, the light, self-pity, or no self-love, there is nothing I can write, the stars do not compare nor do the words on the paper which I write. I have spent eighteen years walking among strangers. I spent one year walking among family. For someone who has found solace in the dark of the moon with it's shades of black, for someone who has found death in the white of innocence and purity of heart; she wishes you not to go alone I have found myself fearful of something I have never fear once in my life because of Walter Fuse Fitzroy, the one stranger I call family. There is so much to compare, yet there are no words for what he has done for me. I'll spend twelve years six feet deep before I become the earth he'll walk; he was here long before I was here, and he'll be here long after. I have no words to write, yet I cannot stop when one stranger comes to mind.

Y/n looked down at the word's content; not exactly what they had meant even, the hand was good for writing and the mind was good at conveying.

"Hey, kiddo."

Y/n turned their head, Walter coming over, a blanket folded in hand; "Gettin' dark, it'll get cold."

Walter draped the blankets over Y/n's weak shoulders; "Thanks."

Sitting beside them, Walter looked over at the book in Y/n's hands, "You still working on that poetry of yours?"

Y/n nodded, closing the book in hand, "it's about the dark side of the moon, I think. I just let my mind run really."

Walter smiled small, his hand coming out to hold Y/n's. He could hold both Y/n's hands in one, "ya know."

Y/n glanced over him with tired eyes, the color drained from the face, "I'm thinking, maybe I'll try somethin' new we could be bald together eh?"

Y/n chuckled, quick to cover their mouth as a cough took over.

"So, where we landin' tomorrow eh?" Walter quickly changed the subject, "I think we go for the hot spot- easy wins- I'll rack up more than you within five minutes."

Y/n cleared their throat, "Sounds like a plan."

Walter smiled, carefully elbowing Y/n playfully, "Hey. I meant to ask you-"

Y/n held out the small notebook, "I wanted you to hold on to this for me."

"Ay kiddo that's your life work."

"I'm moving some stuff around, you know, in the room."

My boxes because I'm on the clock.

Walter nodded, "yeah, gettin' rid of somethin's ya said."

Y/n nodded, "Mind holding onto it so it doesn't get lost? I'd had for it to get lost in a box, slip out and land somewhere in the dark where I'll never see it again."

Walter nodded, "yeah, I won't lose it, kid."

Y/n smiled pulling the blanket closer as they sat together, watching the sun take it last shine in the sky.

"Dark side of the moon." Walter chuckled.

"It's where most things go to end." Y/n answered, "peacefully at least- no one notices them in the shadows."

"Unless you got a light," Walter told, waving the small book in hand- Y/n's life work.

"unless you have a light..." Y/n chuckled, looking out into the now sky-filled sky, "What a perfect end."

[balanmlpfurryandmore-confessions]

Rewriting Balan Wonderworld, part 1 of ???

Starting off I'd change that title immediately.

Balan Wonderland.

Main characters: Balan(im gonna call him Adam in the story randomly, no I cant tell you why yet), Emma and Leo.

Inhabitants: Iben Bia, Yuri, Cal and Cass. (I cherry picked them, I think we should have less folks clogging the story.)

Antagonist: Lance (duh) they'd be less human shaped more spooky smog.

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Plot line(starting scene): Balan has created two children to train so they may take his place one day. Two peices of his heart so that they will have the strength and show manship he has. Coincidently Emma had most of the fight in her and Leo had the showmanship.

He names his apprentices Emma and Leo because it's rare a creature has a true name in wonderland and it's a gift that gives them a true self.

Plotline(after start): Lance during a training session sneaks in the safe bounds of each guests isle, and begins filling the people with doubt and starts stealing them away one by one.

Emma was the first to sense something was wrong, she always had a keen sense for when something was wrong. One by one they all travel to find clues on what happened, along with balan taking in the reasons the people were here. Balan never tried to pry too hard into peoples stories, but today he had to so he could better sense them, a special talent. The downside to balan taking in the stories is it started draining him mentally.

One story of a child seeing their kitten get run over, another bullied in school, a young bride to be losing her parents on Christmas eve, and lastly a man torn up from grief having lost his wife to cancer.

The two young maestros work to finally figure out where to find the guests, they also learn about Lance. From the way lance sounded they sounded like a real evil man, they would even say as much to Balan.

Balan would simply state,

"They aren't evil, they don't have that sort of thinking. They aren't a person, they are not even a man. Lance is a concept they dont have a heart like people do."

Emma and Leo were confused by this and boldly state that balan isnt a human and neither are they, what made them different. Balan would pause then state,

"I'm not from here. I'm human, I was bound here to control Lance, my name is Adam. I'm a human and your a part of me, you are my family in a way... no you are family, your my siblings. We are humans that are magically infused."

This rattled the two children, they were really humans, a peice of one that was by chance blessed with life. They were even more shocked seeing balans true face, a dark skinned man with thick long dreads and those amber eyes like pools of honey.

After this realization they got down to business to save the humans- to save their kind.

When the battle was raged against lance it was seemingly hopeless, what could contain such depressive energy? Who could handle and contain all this pain this beast absorbed?

Balan- no, Adam stepped forth and embraced this beast and absorbed all this negativity, letting it all taint his pure heart. Lance held so much pain, eons and eons of human suffering all festering like a disease. Adam took it all inside him finally containing this scared animalistic thing. He looked back at his brother and sister and smiled, hed speak finally,

"I've been neglecting my duty... I think it's time I stop holding all these demons here alone huh?"

Adam would teach the children how to turn this horrible amalgam into something nice again. All the pain was turned to small Negatis and Tim's, sweet creatures for eating your pain and cheering you up. In a strange way these were Adam's babies there had to be hundreds forming from his body.

In the end lance way gone, and Adam was gone. But in a way they lived on in new roles they sorely missed the good of. Emma and Leo got given roles of Maestro and Maestra and sent the healed people home.

Ending: they story would then pan out of a book where Balan would be reading from it to two babies that were clearly Emma and Leo.

The End...

Comment below to tell me your thoughts on this rough draft.