#if anyone's interested in something like that in the future shoot me a message and we can chat

[flame-shadow]

i have so many art things i want to do all the time forever. it's not fair that i have finite time and energy and focus and a body that needs regular care and maintenance

[gortash-week]

hello gortash nation. it is i, host of this week @sankttealeaf here! gortash week may "officially" be over but that means nothing when the archduke wants more! (he will not stop until he has more, please i miss my family he's keeping me locked away in wyrms rock prison and is making me dance for his amusement! i cant dance! help please!!)

anyway - despite the event ending, i will be leaving the AO3 collection open until the end of august / early september for those who found the event a little later and want to make something for these prompts. time is a weird soup after all, we don't follow rules here!!

if you've made something and have thought "oh no! its not the day of the prompt anymore - i cant post it" PLEASE share it!! i'm still accepting submissions and i'll still reshare any gortash week work here & tag whichever day its for! i know some people found out about the event as it was happening and if the prompts have inspired you - please share!!! i'd love to see it!!

thank you from the bottom of my heart if you've participated in this event - whether that's making things or simply engaging with the content shared. it means the world to me that people found the prompts interesting enough to take time out of their day to make something for it. i had no idea this event would be as big as it's become and i'm so so so impressed with the wide variety of work made and shared!! everyone is so talented and i cant wait to see what other things you all make and write <3

as for the future? well, i'd love to run more events like this! i've mentioned before about a hypothetical "gort month" that would include two prompts per week, 8(ish) prompts in total. that way there's a loooot more time to work on things & if people wish to join halfway through it's a lot less pressure to do so! my aim for running events is to keep them as stress & pressure free as possible because theyre here to be fun! i'm also open to comments & ideas & feedback on how you (yes, you!) found this event so if i do end up running something else in the future it can be better and better! pls feel free to shoot me as ask (anon or not it's fine! be respectful though, that's all i ask<3) if you have any post-event comments you want to air and i'll respond!!

again, if i've missed any of your work you've posted, please send it my way! no message required, just drop me the link & i'll share it asap!! thank you to those who have done that already!! i easily miss things and i dont want anyone to feel like im purposefully leaving them out!!

thank you again for making this week so enjoyable! ive had such a blast hosting it and if i see any other events i'll be sure to reblog them here (for those interested: i've seen a wyllmancer week, a galemancer week (both on twitter), and a lae'zel week on here that i can't seem to find the post for to link to :( )

again - super open to comments and feedback or even if you just want to say hi! i'm way more active on my main blog if you're interested in hanging out there :3

thank u so much for this week, it's been so much fun <3 <3

[goorehound]

I’m not even going to pretend this isn’t entirely self-indulgent. I should be answering my requests, and probably posting Mary Goore since that was the point of my account.

but dear followers, let me introduce you to König. Austrian, 6’10”, canonically severely socially anxious. your honour, I want him carnally.

sfw

Random König headcanons

ADHD. As fuck. He got turned down as a sniper because he kept moving around?? ADHD. Not the brand that makes him talk a lot constantly (although he absolutely can talk himself hoarse in the very rare chance he gets very comfortable somewhere) but the quiet type. Where he’s always doing something with his hands. His brain is always following ten different trains of thoughts. He’s restless.

On the fidgeting note, if he’s got a lot of thoughts going on then he will fidget very slowly. Rolling a pen or smth between his fingers, tracing the hems of his clothes with his fingers, tapping them slowly to some imaginary beat. But if his brain is quiet then he’s fidgeting fast. Repeatedly clicking a pen, tossing something back and forth, bouncing his leg at the speed of light. He’s gotta make up that lack of mental stimulation with some physical stimulation.

When he’s alone he mumbles to himself. Replaying past conversations so he could mumble out the answers he wished he’d given, or constructing what he’d like to say in future situations. Basically mumble mumble mumble. Mans does have things to say, you know. He just prefers to do it where nobody else can hear it.

He has almost mastered the art of making sure people are laughing with him and not at him. If someone makes a joke about him, he’ll try and come back with something self deprecating enough that it’s not too awkward - but hopefully enough that it doesn’t make him seem like an easy target. If he fails at getting people to laugh with him his brain does a windows shut down. Luckily he’s quiet enough that people don’t normally notice when he shuts down. He always makes sure to wait long enough to excuse himself that nobody will tie his disappearing act to something someone said.

He picks up popcorn with his tongue. He always gets his own bowl, because he hates the specific type of grease that comes with buttered popcorn. Man will hold that bowl up to his face at eat it like a lizard. No, he does not eat popcorn in front of other people.

Oh my god is it ever easy to fluster this man. Something as simple as talking about something he’s interested in will have him melting. Compliments are worse. He’s no blushing virgin, granted he’s not incredibly experienced either, but complimenting anything about him will have his face a concerning amount of red in an even more concerning amount of time.

Pen/pencil chewer for sure. All about that fidgeting.

He is terrified of kids. Only because he has no idea how to interact with them, he finds it more of a minefield than talking to adults. But he’s fucking great with them, and 9/10 times kids adore him - which makes him so very happy.

He hates when people touch his things. Like despises it. Probably because growing up people thought it was funny to take his shit and break it, and that definitely left some wariness when it came to people touching his things.

He’s talkative in combat because of pure adrenaline, and that’s probably when his confidence is at his peak. No time to be anxious about people making fun of him or thinking he’s an idiot when his life is on the line. And besides, if someone overhears him saying something dumb he can just shoot them. Problem solved. (Given they aren’t an ally, that is.)

If anyone wants anything König related, wether it be headcanons or some short writing piece please drop me an ask. Or a message. Anything. I have some serious brain rot going on.

[444m777]

I made a post while back expressing wanting to be part of an MJ book club and @forever-michael encouraged me to start one so here we are! 🤓

I’d like to know a couple of things before we kick it off. For now I think before we even decide on what book to read I want to see if y’all are interested in reading a book about/on Michael or a book that Michael has read? Please vote so we can compile the list of potential titles based on the poll results.

Aside from this, I would like to include (briefly) what I want this book club to be about aside from the obvious… having fun! 🤪

—reading check-ins (how far along everyone is with reading)

—1 or 2 specific questions/prompts that everyone can consider before and after reading the book. I’ll provide the questions and if anyone else has any questions feel free to share them. Especially while reading something might come up and you can definitely share your question so it can be discussed later. It’s not a requirement so no worries😉

—(room for) discussion/rating. This is the soul of the book club so I highly encourage you to join the discussion. Maybe (aside from possibly using discord) we can do a video/audio chat. But do let me know if you’re a minor though.

—I’m open to other suggestions. If anything comes to mind shoot me a message😌

I also want this book club to be accessible to anyone who wants to join but for whatever reason doesn’t have access to the book we end up reading. Do not let that keep you from joining. I’d love to help you get a digital copy and possibly in the near future giveaway a physical copy as a gift to those who would like to have one but can’t afford it.

If you have any book titles you want us to consider then please let us know. There are so many books out there🤩

Next poll will be about the book titles and the reading schedule.

Hugs & Heehees

[kai-anderson-whore]

He's a cult leader (part 8) (kai Anderson x fem reader)

Summary:y/n moved back to Michigan after her college degree in music where she reunites with an old lover kai Anderson

Warnings: murder, mass shooting, mentions of suicide

A/n: for the people who sent requests I apologise it's taken a while to write them I have been busy with college hopefully have one or two up tomorrow 😊

Part 7 here

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"Everyone got everything ready?" You asked shoving your black boots on your feet, "yes" everyone replied with their masks on, you shoved your clown mask under you arm as kai went over everything one last time.

"We take out Sally and if anyone else is in there they meet the same fate" he said winter and Meadow already doing their part of the plan, leaving the rest on their merry way.

The mask now over your head hopping into the van Harrison driving to Sally's house, you and kai sat together masks now off, you were humming a tune kai didn't recall, "what songs that?" He asked, he always loved your passion for music even if you never wanted to be famous it was an outlet for you something to teach the kids you worked with.

"It's something I'm sort of working on not quite finished yet" you chuckled lightly, you felt like charles manson when kai would have you sing your songs to the cult them now memorising all the words, you didn't necessarily hate it glad they actually liked the shitty songs you called them.

"It will be great your really talented" he said something you heard him say to Meadow when she showed him her art work, you gave him a small smile his hand on your thigh, "we're almost there" Harrison called everyone putting their masks on including you.

"Ready baby?" Kai asked his voice muffled from his mask, "Let's do this" you replied as the van came to a halt, one by one you all stepped out and invaded the home of kai's opponent.

Entering the home greeted with Sally holding a gun, watching us as she pointed the gun, "please one of you assholes make a move, I'm desperate to make an example of someone" she said before someone came up behind her taking the gun off her holding her mouth closed knocking her to the ground.

Kai stood above her removing his mask, you watched him as he talked "you know what the problem is with you over educated elites?".

"You overestimate your ability to control the world" "killing me isn't going to stop the march of progress" Sally stated on the ground she wasn't in fear well visibly anyway.

"Maybe but it still going to feel so fucking good" kai said looking down at her "this is a spazim in democracy your nothing but a passing fever" she yelled at kai he just grinned evilly at her.

"And your the last of the intellectuals"

"Knowing stuff has no value anymore not when the answer is sitting in my back pocket or sitting on my desk" he said walking away you held keffler down as he went over to her laptop.

"The youth has it figured out the future will be filled with beautiful idiots who just want to feel" he continues looking at the screen of Sally's laptop.

"Facebook?" He asked now his attention on the screen, "you are old" he stated clicking on god knows what, "can I please kill her" you said now annoyed at her wriggling under you, "no, no y/n too sloppy we have to send a message with Sally that the world she knows is dead" kai said now making a Facebook status on Sally's unwilling behalf.

He clicked on the keypad as he voiced what he was typing on Facebook "dear followers and friends, tonight after many long nights of careful thinking, I have come to realise something that the truths we have always held to be self evident, all men are created equal, knowledge is power, ask not what your country can do for you but what you can do for your country, they are all bullshit the future will be guided by self interest, self promotion and narcissism, and that is a future I can not stand and so this is my suicide note" kai said finishing off the status.

"NO, NO no please" Sally begged now in full fear of her life "already getting some likes" kai shrugged nonchalant taking a swig of whatever Sally had in her mug, "nobody going to believe that" Sally said trying to get out of yours and the others grasp, "mhmm of course they will" kai said turning around to us, "it's on Facebook".

"No, no" Sally tried to get out the grasp she was under kai walked over to her, gun in hand, he looked over to you as he placed the barrel of the gun on her chest, "wanna help?" He asked with a smirk you finger on top of his on the trigger as you pulled killing Sally keffler.

You felt nothing now used to doing this with kai, you knew you hated it but did nothing too lovesick to stop that was kai's disease making his followers that loyal it's like their lovesick ivy went off to search the house, you got off keffler kai pulling your mask off grabbing you smashing his lips onto yours infront of everyone, his tongue entering your mouth in the rough make out session.

Pulling away for air you were flustered as kai wiped down anything he touched just incase, you found the blunts that were laying on the table taking them for yourself, "no y/n no drugs" kai said, you let out a huff "it's just one kai won't hurt" you said taking one anyway not listening to him.

Putting your mask back on making sure you all were unseen as you hopped in the van going back home, again sat beside kai his eyes never left you as you talked with beverly hope, about something music related, he saw the passion in your eyes as you talked about something you loved, they same way they would light up in college when you got a chance to talk about music especially your favourite artists.

"You should play tonight y/n" Gary chimed in the conversation, "Yeah why not" you chuckled glancing over at kai who smiled down at you, you felt butterfly's in your stomach everytime kai looked at you like that with that glimmer in his eyes, you were so love sick it was unbelievable.

Kai felt the same he never wanted anything or anyone to hurt you, he wanted to spend the last of his days with you even all those years ago he felt like that and still does.

...

The day of Meadows attempt to shoot kai rolls along you dreaded it you couldn't bear to see kai in a hospital again, you stood in the crowd watching kai speak to the crowd the anxiety coursing through your body shaky hands trembling lip waiting on the dreaded moment.

You couldn't even hear what kai was talking about, you head spinning then, BANG, a gunshot fired hitting a woman close by you in the head, then straight at kai's thigh, you screamed in fear running up to kai as Meadow shot away.

Ally was screaming for Meadow to stop, on the ground you holding kai sobbing your eyes out you were scared for the first time in a long time you showed your fear not caring if you were weak, you didn't know what happened next all you saw was Meadow laying dead on the ground ally swarmed by police and an ambulance coming over to you and kai.

"Please get him to the hospital" you cried out the ambulance taking kai in the back of the vehicle, you stayed by his side panicking, you didn't Say anything on the ride to the hospital your eyes fixed on kai as the paramedics checked him over.

It all was happening too fast till it felt like it went on for years in the hospital, kai was in surgery you sat in the waiting room your leg bounced in anticipation waiting on the doctor giving you an update you had called winter telling her what happened even though she knew but giving her an update whenever you got one.

"Y/n y/l/n" a doctor said coming towards you, "how is he doctor will he be okay?" you asked standing up, "he'll be fine he'll need walking sticks for a while he's lucky he could have not been able to walk with that leg again" the doctor said "can i see him?" You asked the doctor sighed "not right now he's in rest once he wakes up and we do a few more checks on him then yes you can see him" you thanked the doctor leaving them to go back to what they were doing.

'Come on winter' you thought to yourself your leg bounced in anxiety you wanted to see kai even though you were told he's fine you still couldn't help but think he's not, how could you not a few hours ago he was shot in the leg.

The doors burst open revealing winter in panic, "y/n how is he is he okay" she asked frantically you placed your hands on her shoulders in attempt to calm winter down but it didn't help, "he's fine he'll need to use a walking stick for a while his leg will be in a cast he's lucky" you reported "I'll kill him with these bright ideas what was he playing at y/n what if she missed and killed him" winter broke down crying you hugged her letting all her emotions fall.

You were crying too, "I know win I wish he wasn't like this but the bittersweet part of it is that he's fine we can see him soon they want to do more checks on him once he's awake" you sighed wiping winters tears away, "you know y/n your like the sister I never had kai's really lucky to have you, you bring out the old him even for a second but I see it in his eyes when your around it's like I have my brother back" she smiled sadly.

"Maybe I just wish he was fully like the old kai but maybe one day if he isn't dead or in prison" you sobbed wiping your tears now, your head was going 100 miles an hour you felt dizzy needing to sit down.

"Hey we'll be okay hopefully there's no more crazy plan's he's nearly got what he wants" winter said as you looked blankly at the wall, with glassy eyes, "I don't think so winter" you sighed.

[vincentv90]

Finding you again

A Borderlands self indulgent fanfic.

A rewrite is going to be necessary but enjoy nontheless!

That fucking voice, that god damn ear grating narcissist voice blaring over the intercoms. Handsome Jack. That fucking bastard. Even after 7 years, he haunts everyone.

Why me? I asked myself mentally. I helped him on Elpis, not knowing anything about him other than him being an employee at Hyperion. He was tracking enemies of a different corporation, who were tearing the place apart for the vault. If I knew what was coming in the near future I wouldn't of helped. None of this would be my fault.

As a vault hunter I've come across many interesting characters, fought so many people looking to backstab me, even fought monsters with the strength of a God. But this encounter changed me.

Even know, I wish I could've done something different. Know I found myself stuck in the Handsome Jackpot, Handsome Jack's casino. I wasn't even searching for it. My ship got dragged in by the place, and once entering, no one could leave. Especially since Jack was dead. My life was over, I thought, while pacing back and forth in one of the many casino area's that resided in the place. Slot machines whirring and playing the same music and audio messages playing over and over.

I sighed, walking out of the place to try to find any source of life that wasn't the Service bots milling around the place. Plenty of dead bodies, bloodstains and graffiti littered the place the more I walked. How long were people trapped when the casino first shut down?

Ignoring Handsome Jack's face plastered in gold as I walked further in, focusing more on the sounds of a struggle. Yelling and guns being fired were heard as I walked through a hallway into an open area.

Bandits were circling what looked like an employee maintenance area, banging on the door and yelling obsinities. I crouched down, fumbling for my echo device, switching frequencies to see if there was any signs of life.

"Hello?!?!? Is anyone there?" A voice asked, clearly panicked. "Please help me!!!!!!!" The voice continued, higher pitched. It sounded familiar.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts as I grabbed my sniper rifle. Looking down the sights I held my breath before pulling the trigger, the bullet piercing through a bandits skull, body crumpling. His companions jumped back, guns drawed and itching to kill. I grabbed my smg before leaving the cover of the hallway and open fired on everyone else.

Minutes passed, before the final enemy fell. It was silent. I waited for a sign of life, not knowing if the person in the echo call was dead or not. A slight noise startled me, pulling out my pistol and aiming it at the door, not knowing if this was a trap or not.

A tall figure stepped out, hood obscuring their face, hands raised. "Don't shoot!" The figure shakily said, reaching up to pull the hood off. "I'm not Jack, please don't shoot"

The hood came down, and I froze. Similar features and the exact same eyes stared back at me. His hair, while a bit longer and more unkempt, still had the same style to Handsome Jack, but there was something familiar about him (and not the likeness to Jack).

"Timothy, is that you?" I blurted out, more and more in disbelief that he was still alive. The first Doppleganger Jack ever made, the one I had adventures on Elpis with.

He looked confused. "Have we met somewhere before?"

I took a deep breath, before taking off my hood and peeling my face covering off. As we made eye contact, he sharply inhaled.

"It can't be. (Y/N) it's you!" he said, in disbelief I was standing in front of him.

"Yeah, it's me" I said, slowly walking towards him until I could pull him in a hug. My eyes started glossing over, unshed tears threatening to fall. "I can't believe I finally found you" I choked out. His arms shakily wrapped around me, squeezing me tight.

"You don't know how happy I am to see you again" He shakily said, voice wavering with emotion. We embraced each other for a while before parting to look at each other again.

"I thought you died. When Handsome Jack died I thought I lost you too" I said, tears starting to fall. Timothy shook his head, starting to get emotional too.

"When he died we became trapped in this casino. Bastard didn't tell anyone that when he died this place would be on lockdown indefinitely." I just stared in shock. This whole time, after 7 years, he was trapped here against his will.

Whatever I was going to say next died on my tongue when new yells and screeches echoed in the hallway I came from.

"Come on, I know a safe place" Timothy grabbed my hand and pulled me into the opposite direction. We ducked and weaved through a couple open areas before ending at what I thought was just a dead end. Timothy leaned his face close to a wall, a beam of light scanning his eye, before a click sounded, part of the wall giving way to a secret room.

Stepping in, I realized this is where he was hiding out most of the time.

"It's not much but it's kind of home" He said sheepishly. I smiled, seeing his likeness throughout the room. I turned around and hugged him again.

"It's perfect, just like you" I said, enjoying his warmth and presence. I felt him return the hug. As long as I was with him, nothing else mattered.

[carewyncromwell]

consider it a what if scenario in this instance, but how would jacob and carewyn's dad react to hearing how one graduated with honors from the very school that once expelled him, and the other going on to become a well respected lawyer? lets say that it was by pure chance he heard of other people talking about the two and put two and two together.

not that hed go out of his way to reach out to them but moreso his realization how the two managed to achieve the respectable lives he so desperately wanted them to, but without him in the picture. how would that make him feel?

Okay, this message gave me such joy that I had to set it aside to give it a full response, because AWWW, ANON, YOU THINKING OF POOR, BAD-FATHER-BUT-NOT-A-BAD-MAN EVAN BACH!! You sweet thing!! 🥹 💙💙💙

So I actually do have a few headcanons about Evan after he left his wife and children behind, one of which ties in nicely to your question.

A few days after his departure, Evan was visited by an Obliviator from the Ministry of Magic. That Obliviator's name was Donna.

In most cases of Muggles learning that their child and/or spouse has magic, that Muggle doesn't leave or divorce their spouse, so there was some concern that Evan could blab about the entire Wizarding World's existence, if he were allowed to keep his memories of his family. This is why Donna was sent to tail Evan and, when the time was right, covertly modify his memory. But to Donna's surprise, while she tailed Evan Bach, she was surprised to discover that he made no attempt whatsoever to expose Lane, their children, or the existence of magic. Evan didn't even flinch when his friends or family would try to get the truth of his and Lane's separation out of him -- he would just firmly and unwaveringly say that Lane lied to him and then shut down the conversation altogether before it could go any further. He never even tried to make up lies about Lane, like that she was involved in criminal activity or something, so as to better justify his actions. He would shoot down anyone proposing nasty, untrue things about his ex-wife and seemed to resignedly accept it if anyone judged him badly for leaving his family. And this was why, after a whole week of not having to intervene, Donna finally just decided to visit Evan in person and explain the situation to him.

"Look, Mr. Bach -- your situation is...unusual, in our world. It just is. Most Muggle parents who find out their child has magic, well...they choose their child. They choose to stay married for their sake -- to keep their family together. Even I must admit, I can't understand why you wouldn't make that choice..." "Well, of course not. You're magic too, aren't you? Like Lane, and Jacob. Of course you wouldn't understand. ...I didn't ask to join this 'World' of yours. I never even had a proper choice in the matter. And even if you think I should've just followed my wife and children blindly, I have no interest in being part of a World made up of nothing but lies and deception. And I frankly think it's disgusting that you think it's best to just rewrite people's minds and lives if they don't march lockstep with...with your blatant despotism." "Despotism? Come now, that's a bit harsh..." "Sorry if I don't see a government who would arrange for you to stalk me and then corner me in some dark alley just to keep their precious secrets safe in a particularly flattering light." "It's not just for the sake of our secrets, Mr. Bach. ...Yes, it is true, I was sent to Obliviate you. But your situation isn't just surprising because of your departure -- it's also how you've acted after leaving. You never once made as if to expose Lane or your children's magic. You've never even tried to defend yourself from rumors by making Lane look bad." "Why would I? Lane lied to me. ...Anyone who knows me knows that's enough reason." "I think a lot of people would want to create additional reasons. Make themselves look better, by doing so. You're an honorable man, Evan Bach. That's why you've never fought back to defend yourself, when people get upset about what you did. That's why you couldn't talk about your children, when your cousin pressed you about them. And that's why...I'm here talking to you, not sneaking around anymore behind your back. ...You see...I want to ask you, myself. Do you want me to modify your memory?" "...Want it?" "Yes. I could remove the painful memories of what happened -- give you a more peaceful life, to remember. I could even rewrite the memories of the people around you, so they won't ask about your family anymore...maybe even give you that promotion you would've gotten, if it weren't for your boss catching wind of what happened with your family. You could start fresh -- " "Never." "What?" "Never. I don't want your fancy stick anywhere near my mind, nor my memories." "But you...you've already said you have no intention of being part of your family's World. If you want nothing to do with the Wizarding World, and you don't want to have to keep lying by omission...wouldn't it be so much easier to just forget our World even exists?" "Of course it would! Naturally it'd be easier. But I don't want this to be easy. ...I left my wife and children, Madam. I may have my reasons for what I did, but that doesn't change the fact that I failed. I failed them as a husband, as a father...as the man of the house, and as a man overall. And worst of all...I left without even saying goodbye. I couldn't even look my wife in the face. ...I couldn't even apologize to my son...knowing he never would've accepted it anyway. Knowing that he'll hate me for the rest of his life, same as I resented my own father. ...I am a coward, Madam. It's something I never wished to be, but I proved it before God, with what I did. ...But even though I couldn't rescue my family from themselves -- from this crazy, asinine 'World' that your lot has roped them into...I do not want to be rescued from this burden. Least of all by one of your kind. ...One of the last things Lane said to me is that all I did in our marriage was make more and more mistakes, just trying to escape from my previous ones. Well, I'm done running. These mistakes I've made -- all of them -- are my burden to bear...and I don't want you or any other...freak Ministry agent taking them away from me. ...I don't want peace. Especially not your version of it."

Despite Evan's clear dislike of magic users, Donna couldn't help but by moved by his sentiment. And so she left Evan with all of his memories and reported back to her superiors that Evan Bach was no threat to Ministry security. Amazingly, after watching the Muggle store manager for another month, Donna's superiors eventually agreed, and Evan Bach was left to his own devices.

Evan had no further contact with the Wizarding World for the next thirteen years. It was only in 1988 when Donna sought Evan out at his office, in disguise as a manager of another store. He was not pleased to see her.

"I thought I made it quite clear I want nothing more to do with your World. What are you doing here?" "Nothing business-related this time, Mr. Bach. I'm just here to thank you." "...Thank me? For what?" "Your daughter." "...My...?" "Yes. Carewyn Cromwell. That was Lane's maiden name, wasn't it?" "...It was. But I don't..." "I have a daughter too...Chiara's her name. She's the same age as Carewyn. She has...a condition that makes it very difficult for her to make friends. But earlier this year, your daughter reached out to her, and since then, Chiara hasn't been able to stop talking about how wonderful your daughter is. In letters, at home...all she's been able to talk about is how kind and selfless and brave and amazing Carewyn is. So I came to thank you, Mr. Bach...for being the reason my daughter has such a good friend."

Evan was so speechless that for a moment, all he could do was stand up, cross to the window, and look out. Donna Lobosca tilted her head a bit, watching him carefully. Then, feeling some pity, she offered --

"...Chiara sent me a picture with the two of them together. Would you like to -- ?" "No. ...Winnie is one of your kind. Lane raised her to be just like her. Like Jacob. Anything she is...I can take no credit for." "I wouldn't say that. You're Carewyn's father, aren't you? That means half of her genes, and half of everything she is, comes from you."

This sentiment didn't comfort Evan, though. He refused to turn around and face Donna again.

"...Please leave."

Despite the detachment of his posture, his expression reflected in the glass of his window betrayed genuine remorse and pain. It made Donna not press him further, and instead return to him some privacy. It was clear to her at least that Evan was hesitant to engage with Carewyn, even from afar. He'd left her at such a young age that she likely didn't even remember him, so she undoubtedly was shaped more by Lane and Jacob than by him. She would never be a "normal" Muggle the way Evan wanted -- how could she be, if she was the type to befriend a werewolf? And perhaps Evan might've felt that he didn't deserve any praise, not even indirectly, for any good his daughter had done.

Donna had to wonder if Evan Bach had shed any tears, upon passing up the opportunity to see how his daughter had grown. Perhaps he would've, if he'd taken stock of how much Carewyn's ears and thin lips resembled his.

Evan didn't learn anything more of his children until the spring of 1991, when Donna actually used the Muggle Post to send Evan a letter. Evan didn't want to open it and actually fancied for a short time chucking it right into the fire -- but reluctantly he held back the urge and, settling down in his old armchair, he opened it. Inside he found a short note, with a smaller envelope inside.

Mr. Bach, I know the last time we met, you didn't want to see Carewyn's picture -- but enclosed are some photographs of your son and daughter from their and my daughter Chiara's graduation ceremony. Jacob truly is remarkable -- he received a certificate of merit for earning all O's on his NEWTs: a very, very rare achievement, only achieved by the most intelligent and talented of wizards. As for Carewyn, she graduated as Head Girl for her class and, according to Chiara, is set to become a lawyer for our Ministry -- a very respectable career in both your World and ours, I should think. I shall say it again, Mr. Bach -- whether you believe it or not, half of what these children are came from you. You should be very proud. Donna

Evan read the note several more times in silence. Then, putting it and the other smaller envelope away in the drawer of his side table, he left them there as he went to the kitchen to make himself some supper. He wouldn't open his drawer again until the following week, when looking for a pair of scissors, and when he did, he shut it quickly, unable to look at the note or second envelope.

Jacob, earning honors in all his classes. Honors. Jacob had never been good in school -- he'd always been a slacker: a delinquent, who constantly got himself into trouble. How was Evan supposed to feel, knowing that his son was succeeding, but only in that World of delinquents and liars, rather than in normal, proper society, the way Evan had always dreamed? He'd always known Jacob was smart -- he definitely could've become a doctor someday, or perhaps worked in a well-respected lab somewhere, if he'd really applied himself...

And Carewyn...Head Girl, and now set to become a lawyer? How respectable would that have been, if she was actually going to be a real lawyer -- one Evan could've recommended to his friends and associates, if they needed legal advice? Instead, all the legal advice she'd be giving out would be perfectly worthless -- her whole career would instead be based entirely on laws like the one that tried to demand Evan either give up and stay with Lane out of duress or have his mind turned inside out...

It took Evan nearly half a year before he finally forced himself to take that second smaller envelope out of his side table drawer and open it. He was alarmed by how the pictures moved -- poor Evan had never seen any magical photographs before, and they were incredibly unnerving. The girl who had to be Carewyn kept looking away, off into the corner of the frame. She appeared rather respectable, despite how bizarre her and everyone else's attire was -- her makeup was very neat. And the boy next to her...no...that couldn't be Jacob, could it? He couldn't possibly be so young...Evan himself was in his fifties, so Jacob would have to be nearing thirty by now --

And yet...even with how messy and ridiculous his hair looked, or how youthful his face appeared...Evan immediately knew at once that this was indeed his son. His eyes were hollowed-out like a skull's now, and his dark curls had grown so long and out-of-control that he'd had to tie them back in a ribbon the way a girl would...but it was Jacob. And clinging onto his sister and mother, Jacob's moving photographic self couldn't seem to stop silently laughing through his tears.

He was happy. So happy he was crying...

Evan had to put the pictures of his children face down on his side table, out of his line of sight. He then rested his arms in his lap, holding his face in his hands and then sliding them down along his cheeks as he breathed deeply.

He knew seeing Jacob and Carewyn would be painful. He knew it would be -- that's why he'd resisted it for so long. He'd rebuilt his life to the best of his ability, even while wrestling with his guilt, but he'd kept them at arm's length because he knew that Jacob and Carewyn didn't want to be in his world, and he wanted nothing to do with theirs. They didn't belong in his world, no more than he belonged in theirs. And truly, there was no point in trying to dig up the past when that wasn't going to change.

It didn't mean it didn't hurt, knowing that he'd failed as a father so much that Jacob and Carewyn's lives were fuller, with him not in it.

After a long moment, Evan reached out toward the side table again. He fiddled with the edge of the last photograph for a few seconds before finally flipping it around and looking at it.

Lane looked tired. Her face had become a bit gaunter and there were more wrinkles around her eyes, though not as bad as Jacob and Carewyn's -- Evan couldn't help but think that their eyes looked like his now, with how deep the bags under them were...

Even so...Lane smiled just as brightly as she did on their wedding day.

And it was this, strangely, that seemed to soften the creases in Evan's brow, even as tears welled up in his eyes.

Evan had failed his family in so many ways. He hadn't been able to guide them and mentor them -- to protect them and give them everything they wished for. To keep them on the straight and narrow, the way he always tried to be. But even with this...Lane had found happiness. She clearly hadn't had to go back to her cruel family -- she clearly had kept her freedom and was able to thrive, even on her own. Even while having their children to look after...

And this, strangely, brought Evan some bizarre, bittersweet kind of comfort. Perhaps, in the end...letting his family find happiness without him ultimately was the one thing he'd managed to do right.

x~x~x~x

"If I could see the future and how this plays out, I bet it's better than where we are now, But after going through this, It's easier to see the reason why…"

~“No Surprise,” by Chris Daughtry

[saifdev]

Anniversary Dev Log (+ beta opt-in)

Hard to believe it's been almost a year since the first version of Proverbs went live! I know it's been a while since the last full update, but it's because a lot has changed since then. We'd just finished porting Proverbs to RPGMaker MZ in the last update; that left a lot of wrinkles on our end to smooth over before we could even think about adding anything else. Also, since Proverbs has a very large scope, a lot of time has been spent setting up for the next large-scale story update (two words: World Map!!) That means there's some dummied-out content in Proverbs now that probably won't end up being playable until the next anniversary, hah. More on that later.

Things new to this version include:

Expansion of the main quest! A new sidequest in Shan's route! New enemies! New CG art! New items to craft! It probably bears mentioning that my last playtests of Proverbs have been upwards of six hours!

Skills that interact with the overworld! In current Proverbs, those skills only open new dialogue options; soon, they'll do things like:

  Let Lithium eat the corpses you find through the wastes

  Have Shan's spit explode rubble blocking your path to open up new areas

  And more!

Difficulty Selection! Easy mode includes tutorials, reduces enemy stats, and has more chests; Normal is a balanced mode without tutorials or bonus overworld items, but with some new surprise enemy encounters; Hard mode increases enemy stats, has no chest freebies, and adds even more surprise enemies.

Quest Journal and Text Log feature, plus a new item that lets you keep your own notes on the game! These features were suggested by a player; I really enjoyed getting to incorporate suggestions like this!

A whole heap of bug fixes and other odds and ends I sure hope I can remember by the time I need to write actual patch notes!

Originally, the plan was to update the demo with bug fixes and occasional new content while saving most of it for a final complete release. Things have changed somewhat, to reflect what I've learned during this year of development. Here's something like a roadmap:

By the 27th of March, to celebrate a full year of development, the game (in whatever state it's in at that point, lol) is going to get a private upload here for beta testing. Shoot me a message on discord before then if you're interested--anyone who wants in is welcome! This is the best way for you to

Proverbs 1.0 will go public later this spring, after the beta period has ended. Because of the amount of content in this new version of Proverbs, not to mention the time Isidore and I have spent working on it, I feel like the time is right to start treating it like a complete game in its own right.

Then, I'm going to be hard at work writing the future of Proverbs. Think about the first time you played FF7, when you left Midgar for the first time and realized how much more there was to the world... The entire first volume of Proverbs is like that compared to what I have planned for the rest of the game. I intend to have at least two more large story updates, each of which will add more to the plot than this update does. To get to the point where the new areas of the game are playable, and feel as full of things to do as the base game... that's going to take a while. I knew before I started it that Proverbs would be a multi-year commitment. Thanks for your patience, everyone ^^

[roseybombshell]

Hello, Lyrra! 🤝 This is Pat, she/her

I'm a walking contradiction. I love spicy foods & anything chocolate; shades of blue,purple&green but also black and white, would rather watch a movie than party but I'd love to travel to different places to learn their culture hahah

If your energy permits, can i know the personality of my future spouse and how our relationship gonna be like in marriage?

Thank you very much!🌸 Have a lovely day!! 🩷

Hello thank you for your question 😊🛼

I am getting an image of someone who's delicate, kind and sweet, gentle, someone with a baby face probably, a youthful face that doesn't either match their age or their voice and interests. Angelic kind of beauty I suppose you could say. I see that this is someone who's from a colder place, they were born in a rather small town, didn't have much to do, so got bored a lot. They may have a short span of attention, could easily be distracted. They seem to like to wear jewellery, likes to get it as a gift. I see that they either had dreams about you, connected with you psychically unintentionally or some sort of spiritual work was done to bring you two together, something involving the spiritual realm and spirit guides specifically. Your relationship will progress slowly so be patient, is what Spirit is telling me. You may feel down and like giving up at times but stay focused, this is the one for you and you'll be happy you kept going. This may be due their past wounds, someone got hurt and may reject the kind love they deserve, someone also feels unworthy of being loved here? I do feel like if you ever meet someone and doubt whether they are the one, they definitely are! Your signs will be red birds, they may take you to a place with a fireplace or anything involving fire element, maybe lights with real candle inside them, and you may see a lot of astronomical objects whether with them or before meeting them, so moon, sun, clouds, stars, outer-space, shooting stars, meteors and etc. Someone definitely wished for a love like this here. You two are giving major "meant to be" vibes. Please remember to trust yourself, you know who the person is, don't let anyone convince you otherwise is the message I am getting from your guides for you 🧡

Blessings to you ✨

[thegmdfangirl14]

my dumb ass trying to read the messages:

Also holy crap, I can’t exactly read all of the stuff on the screen (of the desk tablet thing), but the stuff I can make out is VERY interesting to say the least! (Also, Foreshadowing? Color me intrigued.....)

And since I have WAY too much time on my hands, I’m doing the reading of the messages for everyone, so people can see at least most of the stuff here!

And yes, I am a giant nerd. Why else would I be doing this on a Monday night instead of anything productive?        

So, here’s a little rough transcript-ish thing of some of the stuff I saw for anyone who doesn’t want to have their face like half an inch away from the screen to see this:

Okay, so first we got the Pacbook messenger (heh, I see what ya did there) messages (I’m approximating for a few words since one or two were hard to see a little):

Tan(?): I WAS THERE IN NORTH PACOPOLIS FOR THIS BATTLE. THOSE DUDES WERE FLYING AND SHOOTING FIRE OUT OF THEIR HANDS LINK ABOVE IS THE CLIP PAC WORLD NEWS HAS ON THEIR WEBSITE AND IT’S CLEARLY EDITED. 

THE EDITED CLIP HAS THEM WITH JETPACKS ON!!! BUT THEY WERE ACTUALLY FLYING!! I’M GONNA LOSE IT ASKSHDNFDNFKN

Green: YOU SURE THAT’S NOT A MANDELA EFFECT THING?

Tan (again): NO! IT WAS A REAL THING. I REMEMBER THEM FLYING. THERE WAS SOME WEIRD MONSTER THINGS WITH THEM TOO. THEY DEFINETLY DID NOT HAVE JETPACKS. THEY WERE FREAKING GHOSTS. 

Pink: HEY @PACSTER256, WOULD YOU SHOW THIS CLIP TO YOUR FREEDOM FIGHTER AUNT AND SEE WHAT SHE SAYS ABOUT IT?

Yellow (Pac): IDK I CAN TRY. SHE’LL PROBABLY JUST BE VAUGE ABOUT IT LIKE SHE ALWAYS IS. SHE GETS WEIRD ABOUT THE WAR. WON’T SAY MUCH. YOU GUYS KNOW HOW IT IS.

(Oh hello, we got some worldbuilding, and some stuff about Pac’s Aunt Spheria that’s probably going to come into play later... And what’s this? Hints of a cover-up? VERY interesting......plus this whole idea of the government feeding the public one narrative about the war in Pacworld when there are citizens who actually experienced the war is tickling a very specific part of my dork brain, but I will save any future nerding/fangirling out for later)

Okay, moving on from the right side of the screen, let’s take a look at the left side of the screen! This is going to be a little rougher compared to the first bit of this, but I’ll do my best all the same!

Okay, first things first, we got some photos of what looks to be President Spheros and wait.....holy crap, is that Sir Cumference??? Looks like we’ve got some (very small) pictures of some characters that are going to be joining this story in the future!

Okay, I’m going to approximate what is being said in the articles, since I can barely make out most of the words on one of them, but I’ll do my best!! 

Article one (my best approximation): Something about Sir Cumference receiving some sort of award for some sort of invention? 

IDK, this is the best that I can do, if anyone can figure out what this says better than me, I will give you a virtual hug, because you have no idea how long I spent trying to make out the title of the article-

Article two (This one’s a bit easier to read for me): PRESIDENT SPHEROS EXPERIENCING ALL TIME HIGH IN APPROVAL RATINGS DURING FOURTH TERM

(Gee, this President Spheros guy seems like a decent guy, it’d be a shame if he was hiding any sort of secrets about what really happened during the war....)      

And let’s not forget about the picture (at the bottom of the screen), with a lineup of yellow ones! We got a standard yellow one, a yellow Pac-person with what looks like a space helmet that looks like the original Pac-man from the game (I think), and we got someone with an Indiana Jones-style hat (like the one Pac’s dad, Zac used to wear)!

Okay, that’s all the stuff that I was able to pick out from this singular panel. Yeah...I really have too much time on my hands, don’t I?

All in all it’s VERY interesting, to say the least, and I can’t wait to see more of this, because holy crap....the level of detail and story stuff on this page is amazing....

You don't have to read the messages so don't stress about it. There's not any heavy-handed foreshadowing in there or anything.

[wildsupernova]

forget, but don’t forgive.

summary: it’s been three years since steve harrington broke your heart. you’ve tried to forget about, forget about him, but what should have been a quick trip to the mall sends it all rushing back.

based on angst prompt #13 on the x reader prompt list: “did you always know that you were going to leave?”

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings: angst, cursing

word count: 1.7k

x reader prompt list | masterlist

a/n: hi guys! this is the first of my prompt based one shot fics, so if you guys enjoy this one, stay tuned for more! if you’d like to request a oneshot/short running series using the prompt list, simply click the link above to check it out! if you’d like to make a request without using the prompt list, just shoot me a message with your request! my masterlist is also linked above, and while it’s not very populated right now, hopefully it will be in the near future. check it out if you’re interested in seeing some of my other works! thanks so much for reading, and enjoy! :)

It had been years now. High school was nothing more than a bad memory, a black smudge across the pages of a diary that had been filled long ago. Graduation came and went, with every single person you had come to know moving away to start a new life. But something left you stuck, stuck in this town that only provided you with bad memories.

While time moved on for everyone else, you weren’t able to leave that moment. You relived it everyday, every night, every time you closed your eyes. You’d never been able to move on, and it was likely you never would.

He promised he wouldn’t leave. He told you time and time again that he was in it for the long run, that nothing could ever tear you apart. He’d heard you cry about all the people that had abandoned you, that had betrayed you, that had left you. He promised he wasn’t the same, that there was nothing in the world that could make him change his mind. It was all so confusing. You never understood how people could lie like that.

While you stayed stuck, his life moved forward. He seemed happy, unaffected by the entire ordeal. It was like it had never happened; like you had never happened. He continued on with his life, made new friends, dated other girls. It was like he never even cared about you at all.

While his life moved forward, you found it hard to keep going. You hadn’t even thought about loving anyone else, let alone dating someone new. You’d told him time and time again that he was it for you, and he’d said the same back, but you guessed lying was just in the nature of guys like him. He was a Cassanova, and you were just another conquest.

You’d been able to avoid the thought of him for a while. Getting out of town had been good for you, although it felt less like visiting family for the summer and more like running away from the things you were too scared to face. You certainly weren't happy, but you were slowly and steadily getting better. You didn’t really know if you would be happy again, but you could at least try and convince yourself that you were.

You’d finished your final year of high school, and by the time summer rolled around, you’d found a way to manage the pain and the heartache. Visiting family on their small farm in Illinois helped keep your mind off things for a while, but once you returned to Hawkins for the remainder of the summer, you slowly felt yourself begin to backpedal. Nothing had seemed to have changed about the place since then, save for the now giant mall that stood as a monument to the passing of time.

Going there that day seemed like a good idea. Your parents had been raving about the new mall, your mother talking nonstop about all the new clothes and shoes and books she’d bought since it first opened. Your father had pushed you to get out of the house, so you’d made the 10 minute drive, for nothing if not to get them off of your back for a while.

None of the stores inside particularly interested you. You’d never been one for trying to fit in with what’s trendy, and the large crowds of people only set you on edge. You stopped into a few stores anyway, but the more you searched through the racks, the more you wanted to leave and go back home.

You’d been wandering for what had to have been an hour now, aimlessly weaving in and out of store after store. You found yourself in the middle of the food court, stomach grumbling from the low breakfast intake you’d had since waking up. While a burger sounded good, you weren’t exactly interested in waiting in the long line behind the counter, so you settled for the small ice cream shop a few feet down while picking up some fast food on the way home.

You stared up at the bright Scoops Ahoy sign sitting just above the door, glancing around at the interior of the store. There was no line behind the counter, but patrons filled almost every table and booth, the majority of them being young children with their parents or middle school kids. A lone female employee stood behind the counter, leaning on one bent elbow and picking at her nails in boredom. The horribly designed faux sailor suit hung from her frame, and as you got closer, you read the words on her name tag: ‘Robin’

She didn’t notice your presence until you lightly cleared your throat, making her jump just a bit. Her eyes widened as she mumbled an apology and scrambled through a door into the back. You raised a brow in confusion but shook it off, hoping to simply get your ice cream and leave.

You could see two figures talking through the fogged glass window, one’s hands waving wildly while the other stood with their hip popped and arms crossed. You could see the taller figure tip their head back and turn around, the door swinging open a few seconds later.

You could tell who he was even before he lifted his head. The hat on top of his head did nothing to hide his most distinguishable feature; not that you didn’t recognize him from just his body alone. You’d spent so long trying to forget what he looked like, but it just made you remember him clearer instead. When he finally did lift his head, you felt the breath leave your lungs, looking at the face of the man you’d fallen in love with almost three years ago for the first time since the break up.

His face looked different than it did the last time you saw him, no longer an image of cocky arrogance, but rather of growth and experience. The usual testosterone-driven twinkle in his eyes had dimmed to nothing more than curiosity and sincerity, and the way his shoulders sagged forward was a stark contrast from the swagger he’d once possessed. You felt your eyes begin to well with tears, throat growing rough from the strain of trying to hold them back.

“Y/n.” His voice didn’t say your name like it once did, with that suave charm that dripped from every syllable. This time, it was laced with something between surprise and sorrow, as if he were the one upset to see you. You found yourself unable to find the words for a few moments, and when you finally did, they came out dry and shaky.

“I should go.” You turned quickly on your heels and practically ran from the shop, eyes of every patron giving a pitying and confused glare as you rushed passed. You could hear Steve call out to you from behind your back, but you ignored it and continued walking through the crowds of shoppers. He caught up to you and grabbed your arm, forcing you to turn around and shrug him off.

“Get the hell away from me.” He recoiled back like the words were a sword you had driven into his chest, face falling as his eyes softened. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Y/n, just let me explain-”

“Explain what? That you dated me for a year and told me you loved me, only to give me that ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ bullshit as soon as you succeed in getting into my pants? That you pretended to care about me just so I could be the first notch in your ‘King Steve’ championship belt? What, do you suddenly want to apologize? Because you had three years to do that shit.”

His jaw dropped from where it had been when you interrupted him, mouth moving like a fish out of water in an effort to figure out what to say. It had been a few minutes before he was able to finally find the words, although they sounded stupid coming out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I really am.” You scoffed and turned to leave, Steve grabbing your wrist again to stop you. “The me that did that to you is someone I don’t want to be anymore. I swear, that’s not who I am now.”

“What, did Nancy Wheeler magically change you?” His face contorted as if he’d been burned by a hot poker, and you were almost guilty for bringing her up, knowing the way it had ended between the two of them. Almost. “I’m not some girl you can just throw away and then come crawling back to because you’re lonely and bored. I don’t care if you ‘changed’. Find some other girl to dangle around for a year and then drop as soon as she agrees to fuck you.”

You turned sharply on your heels, doing your best to hold back the tears threatening to spill out over your lash line. You only made it a few steps before you stopped and turned back around, calling out in a broken and foreign voice.

“Did you always know that you were going to leave?” It had been something you’d wanted to know since he practically dumped you on his front porch like trash. “Was that your plan from the beginning, or did you just fall out of love with me?”

He took a moment to reply, as if mulling over whether to be honest with you or lie and try to convince himself he used to have some sort of a moral compass. When he finally did speak, the words tumbled out messily.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” You only let out a strained and broken laugh, turning your face to the ground.

“Bullshit.” That was the last thing you said to him before heading towards the door, holding your head up as high as you could while you wiped away the tears that had slipped past the floodgates. Steve watched you walk away, only moving back behind the ice cream counter once you disappeared through the sliding glass doors. Robin raised a brow at him, but the only words he could muster as an explanation were,

“I really fucked up.”

[cozycottagetarot]

Pick A Pile: What's Next In Love (Mature)

My first love reading! 😆 I'm so out of my comfort zone with this one. There are also a few non-love related messages as well.

* Disclaimer: This reading is for fun and entertainment purposes only. It is in no way meant to act as or replace professional advice of any kind. You know yourself and what’s going on in your life best so I asks that you trust yourself above all else. Finally please take only what resonates from the reading which may be some of it, all of it, or none at all.

** This reading does not contain inappropriate content, but is directed more so at a mature audience.

Pile 1

Main themes —new potential love(s), opportunities & invites

Potential time frames — summer, during plans to travel to a warm climate, 3-4 weeks, 43 days

You know what you want and you will get your way before long. Someone in a high position can be offering you help.

An offer or a surprise happening out of the blue. You may be joining a new class, new job, travel. A lot of cards point to new opportunities but don’t get caught up in them all.

Invitation of travel is heavy in these cards

Someone may be trying to get your attention but the cards are basically shouting gate keeping at me. A lot of people may be into you, but question their motives, don’t let anyone who bats their eyelashes at you or tell you pretty things gain your access.

A new group of people is definitely shown in the cards as well but the energy here is one of being aware that you don’t get ‘stuck’, so to say, in the group or environment because it might be hard to remove yourself from it in the future.

The Coven paired with Find Your Happiness makes me think it’s an interest related invite/group/club

Oracle Cards: opportunities, find your happiness, venture inside, dream, chill vibes

PILE 2

Main Themes — longing, divine or guardian energy, manifesting

Potential Time Frame — 5 weeks

You could end up falling for a friend or someone unexpected

You have a beautiful heart and the power to create happiness for yourself.

Pay attention to your dreams as well as they could be showing you how to find success in other areas of your life

It’s definitely time to follow your own path or your heart and don’t let anyone try to steer you other wise

You have ideal qualities of the kind of love/r your want and it’s time to sow those seeds and then allow it to grow because the cards are showing that you will have success in finding the love you seek

Do some self reflection on past relationships and/or your relationship with yourself because as you understand these things, it will help you to attract and be more open to receiving what you want

Financial improvement also keeps showing up

Don’t let your search for your ideal love and blindly grasping for it stop what is meant for you from finding you.

You also have one of the two cards from one of my decks that means your love wish will come true

A secret admirer has been hanging around. Also you may have been kissing frogs hoping they’ll be the one.

Maybe you’re coming out of or have just left a relationship with toxic traits (don’t forget toxic doesn’t always refer to the extreme of things. You could have a good relationship with someone but they always do something that hurts the relationship. Ex, being stuck in their head leads to them being unable to support you when you need it)

Oracle Cards: Guardian/Success, Sow The Seeds, Too Much Thought, Be Open To Receiving, Self Reflection

PILE 3

Main Themes — carefree and happiness

Potential Time frame — divine timing, new moon, 50 days?

I feel like you’re just minding your business, avoiding love, and it just potentially comes out of no where. There’s the great sea serpent that didn’t hesitate to fly out and it rightfully startled me 💀🥲 and most of the cards show characters minding their business with someone lurking/watching in the background ready for a sneak attack waiting.

Anywho-

You're vibing, curating your life to best suit you, focusing on yourself

The great sea serpent shows a new relationship or way of life. I know it’s a love reading but I feel like it’s both. It’s also about unexpected things changing your life for the better in all aspects.

If you’re in a relationship already, specifically one where you could end up pregnant, be aware of that because that just came to me upon noticing all the images of three characters close together and eggs (don’t shoot the messenger, I’m just covering my bases)

OR it could be you have new creative ideas and through pursuing them you meet someone that way

Also new friendships are coming through strong for this pile

I’m sorry I forgot to write down your oracle cards so you can get messages yourself. 😩 I remember: remove what doesn’t serve you, in divine timing, and avoidance.

[steamberrystudio]

Thanks for humoring me and all my silly asks. I feel like I'm kinda being annoying with how many I'm shooting at you, so I really appreciate you humoring me and being so chill about it (especially considering I keep sending more than one question per ask).

If you don't mind, I have a few more rocking around in my noggin.

What would the ROs at the end of their route/in the distant future and still very happy and in love with MC, tell their past self who is at beginning of their route?

How would the ROs take care of their and MC's very sick child? In the end the child comes out of it ok and healthy, but for a while things are looking really bad (plus grandpa Keres's aid too please!)

To be clear, I don't consider it "humouring" - I enjoy responding to asks and interacting with everyone. You aren't being remotely annoying. <3

Sometimes if I take a few days to get to something, it's because it's an ask that requires me to kick it around in my head a little first, or else I'm just tired.

But I don't mind answering - so please don't feel like you're being annoying! <3

1.Message to past self:

Ari: Probably nothing. I think that Ari, more than anyone, would realise the necessity of taking that exact path to achieve personal growth. Even if he would want to say "Don't be afraid to experience this or show emotions", I think even 10 years down the line, he'd feel like it was pointless to say something he definitely would need to experience himself as a journey. Sometimes, after all, you have to learn to fall before you can learn to do anything else. ;)

Caissa: Would probably bop himself for being so cold at the start of the route - even knowing he acted that way due to being totally freaked out by his father being suddenly VERY INTERESTED in Morgan's development…But he'd probably tell himself to be more gentle with her from the start. And to…talk things out with his father.

Caleb: He'd tell his past self to calm the f*ck down and stop being such an asshole all the time. Also "Tease her more. It's still really fun."

Jack: Nothing. He'd say their entire journey and relationship was and is perfect. Maybe he'd say "Tell her to stay out of the damn ruins FOR GOD'S SAKE."

Lance: "Get to her faster. Before that robot finds her. Don't be afraid to get involved. She needs you." ;A; Also…"BE SURE TO HOLD THE TOWEL IN PLACE WHEN YOU CATCH HER!"

Magnus: Trust her faster. Trust everyone more. You both deserve that much.

Anddddddd….that's all I can answer of that one!

2. Sick child:

Ari: Sick child would definitely go straight to the medical ward. He'd spend most of his time trying to calm his SO/MC. But would definitely be fretting a bit himself. In his usual way - pacing, tapping, trying to be calm.

Caissa: He'd be completely frantic, really. Badgering Dr Rosenthal until the man is ready to throttle him. He'd probably keep himself busy doing research on whatever the problem is until Rosenthal is like "I swear, if you google ONE MORE THING…I'm going to sedate you. >=O"

Caleb: Again, sick child goes straight to the medical ward. He would be a terror. Yuu would be repeatedly threatening to throw him out for being a jerk. MC/SO would be trying to calm him down. Eventually he'd break and just be worried and frantic and someone would have to talk him through the terror until he was calm enough to function again.

Jack: Freak out. Drive straight to the nearest ER. Panic everywhere. Hold his kid's hand through it all and be on the verge of tears until they're okay. Blame himself. For reasons.

Keres: I think he'd be relatively calm. He did go through this sort of thing before. He'd be concerned and, of course, take the child to a hospital if needed. Otherwise, he'd just lurk while Rosenthal took care of them and probably offer to do things like sit with the child or help feed them or whatever was needed. He's a very calm-in-emergencies sort.

Lance: Definitely be worried. They'd have to go to the nearest Nomos city for care. He'd do what research he could but ultimately want someone else to take care of his child properly. He'd just lurk and worry like a normal parent - not anything too dramatic, but he'd be visibly worried and upset.

Magnus: Would step back and let others handle it. Probably go to his office and shut down for a while. Be *extremely* testy in that smiling way that only he can be. Probably be verging on tears when he's alone. 100% unsure how to handle this.

Quill: I think he's another worried-but-calm sort that would let doctors sort it out and just wait to hear what's going on.

Reuben: Definitely more of a frantic dad vibe. But not as over-the-top as some of the others. He has younger siblings so he's probably helped care for sick children before. He'd probably be the one trying to comfort SO/MC and be positive about the outcome.

Yuu: Obviously he'd be worried but given his occupation I think he'd handle things the most rationally out of everyone there.

[littlebitluckywc]

A FOREST RIPE WITH TERROR,

nobody knew what the hell would happen whenever shatterbite took his first swing at another cat. nobody knew what they were doing; nobody knew just what would happen if we took what the stars had given us and crumpled it up like it was nothing.

i don't know if anyone's listening to this, if anyone will hear this one day... but i send out my message in the glimmering chance that someone does.

don't follow the shooting stars. don't search for where they lay, for where they reach.

everyone says it's an omen, that it means they're doing things right.

nobody knows a damn thing about what they've done.

MAKE EVERY SECOND COUNT.

when shooting stars fall is a warrior cats short-term tragic horror roleplay based upon the tabletop game ten candles. a lone clan once stood tall within the ranks of these here mighty trees, but now they face perhaps their most significant threat- themselves. civil war is brewing, and with the leader absent and a deputy left to their own devices against the not-so-shy words of mighty shatterbite, it's only a matter of time until They find their way through.

while this roleplay will contain multiple RPG mechanics and survival concepts in its design, this is a tragic horror roleplay, not survival horror. while they both hold so many similarities in their design, you must know one key difference.

in survival horror, there's a chance that you'll make it out alive.

this is not about 'winning.' this is not a roleplay about overcoming the darkness that surrounds you or striking Them down when their claws reach the ground.

this is a roleplay all about a roaming group of felines living their final moons before inevitably succumbing at the paws of the Darkest.

there will be no survivors in this roleplay. there will be no 'happy ending,' or any way to completely destroy Them once they arrive.

i cannot say it any better, however, than from ten candles itself,

"though you know your characters must die, you must hold hope that they will survive."

this is a warrior cats roleplay concept I have been putting on trial for quite a few months now, and I'm coming in today for both an interest check to see if this is something people are interested in me continuing to pursue, and a call for support from any interested folks who could lend me a hand in creating something special here with you all! I can't make this roleplay on my own with many of the ideas I have in mind and am working on, and I'd love the chance to bring up what I have with you! this is heavily a passion project of mine that I'm planning on putting a whole lot of time into.

if you'd like to come to say hey and help me design some of this or are just willing to hear what I have to say and tell me what you think, that'd be absolutely amazing for me!! if this is an idea you're interested in participating in one day, please leave me something on here or in messages, so I know that this is something I should continue working on!

the civil war between the clans is the next subject I am focusing on, and for that, I'm going to need some people who could possibly fill roles in the future as members and leaders of both sides of this revolution, as well as potential game-masters in the future for this design! this is a fairly ambitious project of mine that I don't plan to finish for a fair few months now!

I'm also looking to commission someone, if possible, for a few different things! if you are or know someone who can design a google sheet template for a herbs and ailments system I'd be happy to pop in and say hey, I'm also on the prowl for some help on a character template, as well as whatever I can find whenever it comes to help with advertising!

this is a project made just for you all, and I want you to know that!! warrior cats is a huge love of mine, and something I'm running for in this story is to quite simply treat the idea of 'make a character and hope you find plots' like an absolute last resort. if you plan to participate and talk around in this roleplay, I will happily create a story for you in this community! I will absolutely work with any outside plotting, and I'd love the chance to see what ties and tales I could create with you all, but everyone will have a defining character story for them to toy with. everyone.

please stop by if you think you're interested in this idea, want to hear more, want something clarified, or are open to helping me out with this - or honestly, just to say hey! if you like how i write but maybe not this idea here, keep in touch - i plan to do more in the future, and i am always open for roleplay! pfft, even tell me what you don't like, it'd help me out a lot!

i plan to be posting a few things more based off of the wacky mechanics and systems i have in mind to see what people are interested in and what people aren't into whenever it comes to roleplay as well!

but yeah!! i hope y'all have a fantastic day!

(photography credit completely goes to Julien Capmeil at Conde Nast Traveller! the text was created using textcraft.net!)

[tossawary]

wait can we hear more about da ge mbj au I'm very interested

MBJ getting abandoned as a child makes me enjoy imagining him being soft for babies, especially demon babies. Which made me want to see SQH put into a situation with a lost demon child and MBJ getting to see that. 

Which ended in 3,000 words of canon divergence fic.

-

The situation was bad. 

 Airplane’s fellow An Ding disciples were dead. 

 There was a young demon lord unconscious in front of him, probably dying, and Airplane couldn’t bring himself to bring down the rock in his hand. 

 His hand was shaking. He couldn’t make it stop. 

 This System really didn’t give a fuck about the author’s wishes, huh? Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had been shoved into one of the worst character roles in Proud Immortal Demon Way and left to take the long way around to the plot. Now he was being told that his favorite character was expendable? Irrelevant? Talk about insult to injury! Nothing was sacred here, was it? 

 Airplane put down the rock. 

 Then he picked up the rock again. 

 He looked at it. 

 Then he hurled the rock away and put his head in his hands instead. 

 He came to a decision - a shitty decision for a shitty situation - and got to work saving his future murderer’s life. At least he would know some of what to expect if he kept the storyline mostly the same! Besides, his life wasn’t good enough to be that concerned about it! Maybe the System would put him into a decent role next time! 

 Maybe it was empathy at seeing someone being fucked over by the System! 

 Airplane did his best to slow down Mobei-Jun’s bleeding and loaded the man into the cart. He also did his best to ignore all the dead bodies around them. Gross. 

 That should have been that! He should have then been on his way to continue making a really bad decision in a really bad situation. But as Airplane moved to leave the scene of a massacre behind him, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. He startled, snapping around, prepared to defend himself physically or verbally! 

 Instead, he saw a baby. 

 Ah, well, not a baby baby! But a child somewhere between the ages of three and four years old! A chubby one too! The chubby child was crouched halfway behind a tree, looking at Airplane with wide eyes, little hands clawing anxiously into the grass. It was impossible to miss their little pointed ears and the blue mark in the middle of their forehead. How could anyone miss that kind of family resemblance? 

 The demon child froze upon being noticed. 

 Airplane looked between the demon child and the young demon lord in the card, but the similarities only got stronger the longer he looked! 

 Holy shit! 

 HOLY FUCKING SHIT! 

 But he didn’t remember Mobei-Jun having a child! He remembered Mobei-Jun having siblings, sure, but he was pretty sure that... he’d alluded to Mobei-Jun’s uncle doing away with most of them. Did that mean that this child was supposed to… die? 

 This situation had gotten even worse. 

 Leaving a child here to die was… pretty bad. Airplane had done some not very good things to make it in this world and in his sect without losing any sleep over it at all, but the idea of leaving this child to die made Airplane want to be sick! At least, as soon as he realized that if Mobei-Jun had been protecting this demon child and woke up to find this demon child missing, then Airplane would be really, truly, totally fucked no matter how tightly he hugged the man’s thighs! 

 It looked like the demon child had to come too. 

 How the fuck did a person go about catching a demon child?! 

 “Is… this your gege?” Airplane tried carefully. “Is this your gege here?” 

 The demon child didn’t respond. 

 Airplane gestured at Mobei-Jun repeatedly, unsure how to get the message across. “Is this your gege?” he said, louder. “Baba? ...No? Not Baba? Da-Ge? Are you his didi?” 

 That got a blink. 

 “Didi?” Airplane repeated, desperately. “Come here, Didi.” 

 Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky hadn’t handled children since his last life. He’d been one of the younger siblings in Shang Qinghua’s family, so he hadn’t been involved in any of the child-rearing before leaving. But Airplane’s experience wasn’t very good! Some forced babysitting of his father’s do-over children and his mother’s stepchildren’s children didn’t make him an expert! And this was a demon baby! 

 “Didi, your gege needs you,” Airplane wheedled. “Come here! Come on!” 

 Slowly, the demon child began to crawl over towards the cart. 

 “Your gege is hurt and needs help,” Airplane said, in most most soothing and also urgent voice. It was a weird balance! “Come on! Come along! Didi, your gege needs help. He’s hurt. Come here, please, that’s it! That’s right! Good job! You’re doing such a good job coming up here for your gege! We need to get your gege somewhere safe!” 

 The demon child made it to the cart, trying to stay on the far side of it and away from Airplane. Airplane tried not to make himself look too threatening. He also tried not to contemplate his apparent natural talent for kidnapping children, which probably wasn’t something to make a person feel proud. 

 “Didi, can I pick you up? Didi, can I lift you up next to your gege?” 

 Reluctantly, the demon child lifted his chubby arms and let Airplane slowly approach him. Airplane carefully put his hands under their armpits and then hefted them into the cart beside Mobei-Jun. The demon child nearly kicked him in the gut, struggling to get to the unconscious and injured ice demon! 

 “Ah, be careful of the injury-!” Airplane said, trying to move the child back. “OW!” 

 The demon child bit him. 

 Airplane yanked his poor hand back. “You little fucker! Ah, fine! Curl up in your gege’s blood and see if I care,” he muttered. “Let’s just get out of here already.” 

 The demon child curled up against Mobei-Jun’s side and Shang Qinghua got back into the driver’s seat of the cart. Trying to channel his spiritual energy for healing purposes while focusing on driving was hard. Even if he could have managed it properly, he still would have been stuck with an aching hand as it healed, which didn’t make him feel very charitable towards the demons in the back seat. 

 Ungrateful! The both of them! 

 When they finally got to a decent hiding place, unloading Mobei-Jun was nothing less than a pain in the ass. Airplane was forced to negotiate with a two-foot tyrant with needle-sharp teeth who didn’t want to move and didn’t want Airplane to touch his gege. Airplane was forced to wheedle like never before. 

 “Your gege is hurt, but I can help him,” Airplane insisted soothingly. “See that place? It’s safe in there! Don’t you want your gege to be somewhere nice and safe, where no one can see him and I can heal him? Look at that hiding spot! It’s a good hiding spot. We all need to go into the hiding spot now. We’re all going into the hiding spot. Come on, Didi, help me get your gege into the nice, safe hiding spot. Come on now. Be good.” 

 The demon child bared his teeth as Airplane helped him down from the cart, but thankfully didn’t bite again. The demon child then hugged Airplane’s shins very unhelpfully as Airplane hefted Mobei-Jun into his arms. 

 Airplane was forced to shuffle. 

 He never thought he’d be so grateful for all the carrying that An Ding Peak forced its disciples to do! Sometimes, carrying things around was all Airplane did all day long and now it was paying off! Airplane wasn’t as strong as some of his peers, sure, but he still managed to carry a giant ice demon into the “hiding spot” with a little ice demon attached to his leg. He counted himself grateful there was only one Mobei-Jun to deliver inside, because he couldn’t have handled more. 

 Once inside, the demon child curled up against Mobei-Jun’s side again. Airplane took the opportunity to look after the cart’s beast of burden and unload the supplies from the cart, searching desperately for the medical supplies their mission had been allotted. When he finally found the medicine, returning triumphantly, the demon child was ungratefully unenthusiastic about Airplane’s careful approach. 

 “Ah, Didi, don’t growl at me! See, look! Look! It’s medicine! Medicine for your gege to stop the bleeding and... make sure his organs go back on the inside. Eugh. Ah, anyway, I’m helping. It’s okay because I’m helping. See, look, I’m helping. It’s okay.” 

 Airplane managed to get pretty far before the demon child couldn’t take it anymore and tried to bite him again. Airplane shrieked, but managed to wrestle the demon child off him, and ended up grabbing some of the food supplies as a desperate distraction. 

 “Bite this! Bite this! Didi, look, it’s food! Food for Didi!” 

 The demon child growled, but putting the food directly in front of his face caught his attention. The demon child’s eyes narrowed in on the food in a super predatory way that was unseen in human babies. Airplane gladly made the sacrifice. He threw the food to the demon child, who scrambled to catch it, gave it a sniff, and then started to hesitantly nibble on it before taking bigger bites. 

 “See? Don’t bite your Shang-Gege and he’ll give you food instead,” Airplane muttered, quickly turning his attention to the bigger demon. “You stay there and chew that and let me help your gege. I’m helping. I’m helping. I’m helping. Shang-Gege is helping Didi’s gege. Everything is good. Everything is okay. There’s no need for biting.” 

 Airplane didn’t really know how much the demon child understood of what he was saying. The demon child looked more than old enough to understand basic speech. He at least understood “stay”, Airplane decided, by sitting off to the side and anxiously chewing through dried food supplies while Airplane worked rearranging Mobei-Jun’s guts and then bandaging up the blood mess. 

 Maybe it helped to see that Airplane had no intention of eating the unconscious and vulnerable Mobei-Jun or something. He was pretty sure that was a demon thing. 

 He couldn’t bring himself to think about what he was doing! 

 If he thought about his actions here, he was going to throw up or something! 

 So long as he kept his hands moving here, he didn’t have to think about anything. He was just an An Ding Peak disciples hard at work betraying the sect. Yeah. 

 Eventually, Mobei-Jun was in as good a shape as Airplane could get him. The demon child - Didi, Airplane decided to call him - was curled up into a ball beside where Mobei-Jun was lying. Didi looked like he was forcing himself to stay alert. 

 “It’s all okay now,” Airplane said. “See? I helped. Shang-Gege helped your gege. Your Gege needs to sleep to get better and now you can sleep beside him.” 

 Airplane washed himself as best he could and tried to wash Didi a little, but the demon child was resistant and snapped at him. Airplane, expecting this now, successfully dodged the snap and wiped at Didi’s face. Trying to be nice was too much work! Airplane’s clean-up job ended up being pretty shitty. There was no doing anything about Mobei-Jun’s blood staining Didi’s clothes around the knee and elbow. 

 “Ah, fine, curl up in blood again, you little brat,” Airplane sighed. 

 Didi curled up against Mobei-Jun’s side again and, apparently, immediately fell asleep. 

 Airplane secured their hiding place as best he could, took stock of their pitiful amount of resources, and tried not to panic about what the fuck he was was going to do now. He was exhausted. Saving two ungrateful demons was hard work. He had no idea what was going to happen next. He was pretty sure he had just made the worst mistake of his life, but it was a little late to change things now. 

 Airplane found a good patch of floor to watch over the demons and let himself collapse. He was too tired to think anymore. There were too many things to think about. 

 He hoped that Mobei-Jun didn’t die. Demons were hardy and demon lords were even hardier, but the real world that had been made out of his shitty web-novel was really unpredictable sometimes. For all Airplane knew, Mobei-Jun was going to develop an infection and a fever. Maybe Mobei-Jun would die anyway and Airplane was going to be stuck with a bitey demon brat who hated him. 

 Airplane yawned. Keeping his eyes open was becoming really hard. Fuck. 

 Watching Didi’s back go up and down with his unconscious breaths was pretty mesmerizing. It was really tempting to sneak over there and pinch one of those chubby, chubby cheeks. Or those cute demon ears. But the demon child looked almost as tired as Airplane felt and probably bit in his sleep. 

 Airplane really didn’t want to think about what would have happened if he’d just taken off with Mobei-Jun, not knowing the demon child had been hiding nearby. That might have been the worst possible situation. Didi was dirty and exhausted now, sure, but he looked like one of those babies who should have been spoiled and happy all the time, and not mercilessly abandoned to the human world.  

-

 Airplane woke up with a hand around his throat, squeezing. 

 There was a dark shadow above him and an even darker feeling in the air. The hand at his throat felt freezing cold. The air was burning with hateful demonic energy that felt like acid on his skin. Airplane struggled, but it was all immoveable. 

 “Where is he?” the shadow snarled. 

 Airplane choked. 

 His shadowy attacker belatedly seemed to realize that Airplane couldn’t talk when he was being choked to death! The squeezing let up enough for Airplane to breathe again. His lungs felt like they were burning hot and cold! His throat felt crushed and ruined. 

 “What did you do with him?” the attacker demanded. 

 “...W-wh…?” 

 “The child! Where is the child?!” 

 Airplane realized here that he was looking into the face of his future murderer. It was hard to make out in the darkness when he was being choked! 

 Mobei-Jun looked wild. His eyes looked like lightning. 

 “The ch-child… ch- chi- is-” 

 Mobei-Jun snarled again with impatience. 

 Even though it definitely wasn’t Airplane’s fault he couldn’t talk coherently! 

 “H-here,” Airplane choked out. 

 Mobei-Jun’s grip tightened, but then the man froze. His head snapped to the side. 

 Airplane followed the demon lord’s gaze. 

 Through the darkness, if Airplane squinted, he could see a small figure crouched by the supplies. Didi was frozen, watching them, chubby cheeks stuffed with stolen food. 

 Oh, there weren’t words for what Airplane wanted to say to the brat! Sneaking around like this in the middle of the night! Nearly getting Airplane strangled for no reason! 

 Mobei-Jun released Airplane immediately and flew across the room to the demon child, who threw up his arms immediately. Mobei-Jun took his younger brother into his arms and then collapsed heavily to the floor. By the sound of it, he crushed some of their precious food supplies as he fell! But the man was too busy wrapping his arms around the demon child to care about things like that, letting Didi sob into his chest, glaring at Airplane over the demon child’s head. 

 Airplane kept his distance! He knew better than to get anywhere near that! 

 The silence was very heavy. 

 He was certain that Mobei-Jun had reopened his wounds, if they had managed to close at all! As time trickled by them, he could see red seeping down the man’s side. 

 “...There are more bandages,” Airplane said finally, hoarsely. 

 Mobei-Jun’s scowl deepened, his lip curling. 

 “Ah… if- if you want them.” 

 What an asshole! 

 Airplane stayed put and didn’t make any sudden moves. 

 His throat felt like shit, so he tried to heal it with his spiritual energy. It was hard to focus with the demon lord glaring at him like that, on the other side of the room, but he didn’t really have anything better to do. There were only so many names he could silently call this ungrateful young demon who’d attacked the bro who’d saved his life! 

 At least Mobei-Jun hadn’t bitten him too. 

 Time trickled by and by. Eventually, Mobei-Jun’s eyelids began to droop close. The man’s injury appeared to be pulling him back under, whether he liked it or not. 

 After Mobei-Jun’s eyes had closed without opening for a long time, Airplane finally risked moving again. Mobei-Jun didn’t wake up, but Didi’s eyes fixed on Airplane, which made Airplane fear being bitten as he carefully came closer. 

 “Ahhh, see? Your gege is fine. I’m just… just going to put him back to bed, alright? You- don’t get up… just stay there and don’t bite me. We’re putting gege back to bed.” 

 Airplane dragged Mobei-Jun back to where the man had been before, with Didi staying put on his elder brother’s chest. Airplane was sure that this couldn’t be good for the demon lord’s wounds! But clearly Mobei-Jun didn’t give a shit about his own health! 

 “Didi, can you get off gege’s chest? Keep hugging him, just slide off, please? Gege is hurt, remember? Gege is hurt and we need to help him. See, he’s bleeding. Please let your Shang-Gege help again and don’t bite me. Everyone is fine. Everyone is happy. Everyone is getting along just fine and helping and healing. There’s no need to bite your Shang-Gege who is only helping, okay?” 

 Didi was more cooperative this time, sliding off Mobei-Jun chest to hug his less-injured side, while Airplane poked at the demon lord’s bleeding. The injuries looked… a lot better than Airplane would have expected them to. This healing rate was nothing short of astounding. Was this the power of an OP demon lord? How unfair! 

 Airplane did his best fixing the man up again. 

 He should have just let the man rot! 

 Mobei-Jun had just tried to kill him again! He would totally deserve it! 

 But there was a demon child carefully watching and Airplane didn’t want to end up with custody if his future murderer died here after all. What would he do with a demon child? Take them back to the sect?! His master would love that, he’s sure! 

 “Ah, looks like he’s getting lots better,” Airplane told Didi hoarsely, rubbing at his poor throat. “You’re doing a good job looking after him. Good job helping your gege. Keep helping his sleep, okay? Stay right there and don’t go sneaking off again, okay? Please don’t go sneaking off again, your Shang-Gege won’t be able to take it.” 

 Didi just blinked at him. 

 “Good job,” Airplane said. “Good job. Shang-Gege is… going to make sure that everything is okay outside. You stay here and protect your gege. Good job.” 

 That said, Airplane crept backwards, got up, and went outside. 

 Once outside, he promptly fell to his knees and curled in on himself. 

 “Holy fucking shit,” he said. 

[melseol]

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I hate to be back for something like this but the rising gas prices are really putting some strain on my family and i might need to pay for my prescription glasses to be adjusted, which won't be covered by insurance (and will probably cost a heckton of money). I've also recently picked up a full-time internship, however it's unpaid.

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