#it'll be nice to read through any asks i may get on my break and when i get home :D

[ask-my-memoir]

???: "Something you want?"

A lone Zoroark seems to have been busy working away and has stopped for a quick break. It appears he has noticed you.

Why not inquire about his activities?

[twilightofthesandwiches]

I just went through close to all of your deltarune analyses I think??? They’re really well thought out and made connections to things I haven’t seen anyone talk about !

I’ve been thinking about what the prophecy that susie saw could’ve said. I’ve seen both speculation that it could be a tragedy directly relating to the heroes, or alternatively that it’s a disaster involving Hometown or the Dark Worlds at large. Whatever it is, it was enough for Ralsei to want to bear the knowledge of alone. And it was enough for Susie to punch the glass and insist it would never happen.

I wanted to know if you have any ideas/theories on what it could possibly be??

Part of me feels like it may be too early on for anyone to definitively guess what it might’ve said, but on the other hand- we’re four chapter in and there’s so much foreshadowing from the moment you start the game

(if you’ve already talked about this and I missed that, I apologize !!)

First things first, thank you so much for your kind words!

I think I did get an ask about the whole Prophecy Thing before and I think my answer was indeed something along the lines of "it may be too early on for anyone to definitively guess what it might’ve said", but I actually have more Thoughts about it now and I was considering making a post about it, so maybe it's a good thing you sent this ask lol

So basically, I'm thinking again about Ralsei's hopes of changing the Prophecy through Kindness

Which I now realize was foreshadowed all the way back in Chapter 1.

Like, I think in retrospect, this whole moment at the end of the King Battle

isn't just Ralsei learning a hard but important lesson about not letting your kindness be exploited, I think it's also kinda Ralsei resigning himself to the idea that his plan to subvert the Prophecy via kindness and pacifism is probably going to fail.

So... it's probably something Ralsei thought he could prevent by being nice and resolving conflicts non-violently, right? I see Ralsei's hope for breaking the Prophecy being being 'nice enough' as a mirror of a Player who, despite knowing Deltarune only has one ending, still insist on going True Pacifist and hopes it will make... some sort of difference.

(You know, like me!)

But my reasoning in regards to my actions as the Player is that I suspect that the Ending of the game will always be a happy one for us, it's just that my actions will determine whatever this happiness feels just and deserved or if it'll be recontextualized as being about an ultra-powerful time-manipulating asshole being allowed to get away with all of the bullshit they did.

Clearly with Ralsei and the rest of the Delta Warriors this is not what's going to happen, there is some sort of inevitable terrible doom that Ralsei tried to stop by just being as nice as possible. So... what could it possibly be that he thought befriending every possible enemy could prevent? That realizing King will never accept his Mercy genuinely shook his hope that preventing it possible?

And I don't think this necessarily has anything to do with the Titans cause Ralsei seem to have always fully understood there is nothing Mercy can do for them....

And, I know one of the more popular speculations about what the Final Prophecy could be is that Ralsei will have to pull a Heroic Sacrifice of some sort, hence why he's so big on thinking himself as less important than the Lightners and that they should all accept that he'll be discarded and abandoned eventually.... but....

The thing is... Ralsei is so certain about his lack of worth and general disposability and is only now starting to really process how much he means to his Lightner friends. So... would he be talking about "just" his own death as some terrible fate for the Lightners? Right from the very start of the game, before they ever did actually grow fond of him?

I... guess you can read it as a very relatable and understandable sort of self-contradiction. Ralsei at the same time believing that he is disposable and that his demise shouldn't make the Lightners worried... but also secretly kinda hoping that he'd be valued enough as a friend that his death will be mourned and that his new friends would want to do all that they can to prevent it if possible?

Still, with how deep into the "please just forget about me it's no big deal it's my role to sacrifice myself for your happiness" juice he usually is, it is weird it never even comes up with all of the Prophecy drama. It seems like even in Ralsei's fucked up worldview the Prophecy is 100% an Unambiguously Horrible Unforgettable Tragedy for Kris and Susie from the very beginning, so I feel like it has to be something where they or their Lightner loved ones are hurt in some manner .

It also doesn't seem to be something heavily involving Noelle (like Kris or Susie being forced to kill her or whatever), since Ralsei talked about her as rather tangential to the Prophecy.

(That's leaving aside the debate of whatever Susie and Noelle might've 'swapped placed' in the Prophecy, which is also a common theory right now. The important point right now is that the role Ralsei thinks Noelle is meant to fulfill seems to be a minor one. So the Final Prophecy wouldn't be something like "the Girl Hero is forced to kill her girlfriend" or "and then our three heroes lose their best friend, the other girl". Cause whatever that's really talking about Noelle or Susie, Ralsei currently thinks it's Noelle and seem to view her as a side character at best)

The Prophecy also repeats the idea that this 'Final Tragedy' will be the only way to 'save the worlds'

So that presumably means that both the Light World and Dark World would still exist in some capacity after 'the Final Tragedy'. Although that still leaves the possibility that specific Light World locations (like Hometown) or specific Dark Worlds will be destroyed... although I find it somewhat unlikely considering, again, Ralsei talking about it as a sad ending for Kris right from the very beginning. Like, it's hard to imagine Ralsei thinking about a Hypothetical Destruction of Castle Town as an 'unfavorable' result for Kris when they barely know it at the moment.

Unless, the 'Worlds' refer to something else, like...

Hmmmm....

I think the best way I found to reconcile all these data points at the moment is that it says something like the Heroes dying (or maybe facing a fate worse than death like being banished to the endless void where the Unused dialogue is)...

...while battling against those they have 'Lost' or 'Forsaken' or 'Abandoned'. Basically a doomed last stand against those the heroes have wronged. Ralsei originally thought he could prevent by... never wronging anyone ever. By making friends and pleasing every Darkner they meet. That way there would be no one the Heroes have 'Dammed' to fight against and thus saving Kris and Susie's lives. But of course... that is not how that turned out...

Even in the best case scenario, King is still around and he's now like the Fate-Designated Slayer of Heroes. Maybe if we're as nice as possible he's the only one, but he'd become a much more formidable foe by the end (acquire his own Shadow Crystal?)... Maybe there are others who are 'Forsaken' no matter what we do?

... It's also possible that 'the Cage' is the only hero destined to die in this battle, or it's the Cage and the Prince, leaving Susie to remain the only one alive at the end of the adventure. Maybe the only way to defeat the Abandoned Ones is by becoming a Monster with a Human SOUL?

Remaining the one one standing but friendless again feels like a very thematically-appropriate tragedy for Susie in specific.

But that's just my wild guess based on how I interpret the information and foreshadowing we have so far... Like we both kinda said, it's very hard to predict this plot point at the moment, when there is still so much we don't know. It's pretty probable the upcoming Chapters will throw in some extra information that will totally change our understanding of the story... but... I think this is my most likely guess at this moment.

[frostbitemutt]

Hi resending the low honor rdr1 John marston request! There seems like such a big difference between the low and high honor characterization. Ty again!

I agree, Low honor John is.. he's something. Not something good for sure. Sorry if this is discombobulated i had a lot of thoughts, so many in fact i might just make a dif set of hcs for em.💀😭

Yandere! Low honor! John Marston (RDR1)

Warnings: Yandere trope, gender neutral darling, sexual harassment, attempted sexual assault, cat calling, stalking, breaking and entering, murder, violence, sadism, threats, mature themes

Main traits: |sadistic/perverted/violent/possessive|

✘ Deplorable. Disgusting thing of man you have to put up with. A simple no ain't gonna stop him either. You could stab him and he'd still keep going and spitting out filth at ya. Don't be shocked if he enjoys it too.

✘ If you read my jack headcanons, John ain't too much different, I mean the boy's gotta get it from somewhere. It's him. To your displeasure.

✘ He doesn't need any big reason for the obsession to start, he's a sleaze, if your looks happened to get him hot and bothered, he's pestering. Typically people tell him to fuck off and he moves to the next innocent person going about their day to verbally harras.

✘ Yet you bite verbally and he thrives off it. It's like you infected him with rabies, except those rabies are a crude selfish obsession. It's got him foaming at the mouth. It don't matter if you're man or women neither both or in-between. He's commenting on whatever is in his view.

✘ His sexual comments are typically geared to whatever bodily features you have. Especially considering the time period. His approach may be more subtle if you're the same gender presentation as him, after all, homosexuality in the 1910s? Yeah.. at the same times he's an outlaw. So I could see him not giving a shit as well and being just as openly vulgar.

✘ It dosen't just extend to words.. he'll try to corner you. Cage you against walls, fences, counters. Laughing with sick pleasure when someone tells him off or you kick him in the crotch. If anything he might like you hitting him. Freak.

✘ All you screams and cries are music to him. He'll gleefully present himself to you smeared in blood. He'll hold a knife to your throat and a gun to your head. Making gruesome threats be won't follow through with.. but its nice feeling you squirm. He'll drag his knife along your skin and lick any nicks made. Maybe he'll even make some marks to show you're his.

✘ Only he can be vile to you though. Another person prying open your window? Pistol whipped over the head. Guy gave you a compliment? Followed behind on his horse and shot dead in the back of the head. Partner? Filled with bullet holes and laid at your feet. John happily taunting you.

✘ If you bring up he's a married man.. he dosent deny it. Nor at all. You should feel lucky he has his eyes on you instead of the wife he's had a child with. Of course you have more respect for yourself than that.

✘ He blames you for his actions. If you didn't look the way you did he wouldn't be feeling these things. You wouldn't be tempting him to be unfaithful. You know what you're doing. You tease.

✘ He starts stalking you about from a distance, like a wolf stalking a rabbit, blending in through the crowd, sitting on shop stairs, riding at a distance. You spot him? He just gives a sick grin and little whistle. Getting a kick out of seeing you jolt and speed walk off.

✘ It won't stop at the town. He'll find out where you live. Ramsacking it when you're gone. Or hell you just have to be asleep. He's stealing anything that's been if your mouth, stealing your clothes cough cough underwear, even cutting off a piece of hair with his knife as a keepsake. Don't ask what he's gonna do with these things. You don't wanna know. Trust me.

✘ It'll all come to ahead when he decides to strike. He's tried of just chasing and getting a small taste. He wants to devour you whole like the greedy beast he is. He'll break into your home, barge into your room, startling you awake. Enjoying whatever chase and fight ensues. It'll all end with you hogtied and dragged off to his horse.

[starglasszodiac]

...Well!

Uh, hey everyone! Turns out that after feeling astonishingly bad for the past two weeks, I officially have burnout. Whoops... :')

A quick TL;DR before I start rambling: This project isn't going anywhere and neither is the comic! I just need to figure out the best way to recover from this for a bit and will give you a status update sometime in May. I don't think the art train will completely stop during this time either, and anything I make related to this project will be shared here like usual! I recently received a nice ask about the constellation symbols on my main art blog that I've queued to share here as well, so stay tuned for that. And as always, thanks for reading, friends! Hope to see you soon <3

To be honest, I probably should have seen this coming. And in some ways I already did, but it wasn't an immediate problem and I have little to no idea what to do about it. I feel like I never truly recovered from crashing and burning super hard after my last year of college, and have been coasting on some level of fluctuating burnout since. Don't get me wrong, I've loved what I've been able to make thus far, for this and otherwise, but I'm still frustrated that I lack the skill and speed to do it faster and better.

Starglass Zodiac's 10th anniversary is this year, and it has been a large part in helping me get through those 10 years, easily the worst of my life so far. This and my other art projects have sustained me in so many ways, and yet clearly something is still broken if I ended up here again. My guess is that it's not this project or my art in general, but everything around it. An extremely common and obvious mood in 2025, I know!

If I am going to be doing any art for this project during this grace period, it'll likely be character design. It's where the majority of my passion lies and I have so many WIPs that are varying degrees of finished. I also want to learn some new skills to make my comic making process easier, primarily so I don't go through all the stages of grief just to draw a single background or vehicle... 🫠

The entire point of doing this as a webcomic first was to build my skills, and I knew going into it that I would be punching above my weight in that regard, but I think I've over-extended myself (a common problem for me, despite my perpetual fatigue) My current view on my art has been on the decline and I cannot fully trust what I'm thinking about my skill or worth right now. I need to trust that a break will help me see things more clearly and more positively again.

While all of my personal projects are for me first and foremost, some are more artistically challenging than others, and thus require brain power that I don't always have. I may need to return to my comfort zone for a while like I've been doing on my sketch blog as of late, but we'll see.

For the record, I'm okay in general! I'm just very tired and sad right now :')

[marypsue]

30, 33, 39 for writing ask meme?

[from this meme]

Sorry, meant to answer this sooner but then *gestures to All Of That*

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Frequently! Mostly it's in terms of content rather than form, I'm just now realising, although the sheer length of the road goes ever on was a challenge in itself. That was also the fic with the broadest scope I've ever attempted - I'd written full, mostly-original plots before, I'd written canon-continuation fics before, I'd written ensemble casts before, but never anything on that scale, with so many moving parts.

It was, also, mmmmmaybe only the second fic I'd written where a Serious Social Issue that doesn't personally affect me had a meaningful impact on the storyline (in this case, Billy Hargrove's racism and the way the show swept it under the rug) and I was Not Sure I was gonna get it right. (Still not entirely sure I did, in fact, get it right, and not sure if I'll ever be entirely sure on that front, but so far the response has been positive.)

Also, all of the Grauntie Ford series, the institutionalisation stuff in Reincarnation Blues, the few times I've written non-fade-to-black sex scenes, and - it will look hilarious next to these very serious things to be concerned about - writing accents for Bunny and North from Rise of the Guardians and Fiddleford McGucket. Listen. Getting a distinctive accent - with dialect and slang - right in text is hard.

Mostly what I've taken away from these experiences is that I am frequently my own harshest critic; taking in as much as you can that exposes you to other people's thoughts and experiences and being curious and interested and sincere will take you a long way toward understanding things that you may never have personal experience with; and that it's good to be careful and thoughtful and deliberate when you approach a touchy subject, but being scared of getting it wrong will just make you avoid it or overwrite it into infinity and never get it finished, and it'll actually end up the worse for it. Also that having written something that scares you once makes it easier to do a second time. And how to plan my way through an original plot ahead of time instead of figuring huge chunks of the Dreaded Middle out as I go, which has been immeasurably valuable.

Also that yes, writing accents well is hard, but word choice ends up being like 90% of it.

33. If you write chaptered fics, what’s your ideal chapter length to write? Is it different from your ideal chapter length to read?

Once upon a time, my chapters tended to settle at about 3,000 words. These days, it's more in the neighbourhood of 7,000, which I think is also a nice comfortable length to read - long enough to feel meaty, but not so long that it gets tiring or you start losing track of what happened at the beginning.

I don't generally choose wordcounts for chapters on purpose, though. I tend to go until I've finished my thought, and then stick in a chapter break. On occasion, if a particular chapter's feeling overlong or too-short, I might rearrange where the chapter break goes, or even shuffle a few scenes, but that's a pretty rare occurrence, since I also tend to write chronologically and with my scenes in a pretty fixed order.

39. Is any aspect of your writing process inspired by other writers or people? If so, who?

All of it all of it all of it all of it all of it. Great artists steal, right?

I have in the past made extensive use of many many things lifted from Terry Pratchett's pockets without his permission or, indeed, knowledge, but perhaps most memorably the idea of writing four hundred words per day (or some similar small, achievable milestone). Do I actually do this regularly? No, but it's a good idea.

[fountainpenguin]

Hi, Minor Blog & Fic Updates

If you don't want to read this today, consider checking out my pinned post when you can, and/or just read the ScarletPenguin section at bottom for transparency

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📌 Made a minor update to my pinned post; I removed the spreadsheet link since my buffer's running low and it'll be one less thing to worry about while I play catch-up. Also added a permanent ask game, mostly to give visitors / new followers a way to break the ice if they want to. I'll also add a link to this post to the pinned one.

🦷 I've moved my one Coco 'fic (That 4k contest entry I wrote September 2018) to the Anonymous collection. If you would still like the AO3 link, it's here (River Teeth). It's also currently available on my FFN.

🐶 Dog's Life Chapter 9 goes up on Tuesday, then Chapter 10 goes up on October 3rd. That's the last chapter of Session 1 and the 'fic will be on hiatus while I build the Session 2 buffer.

🎃 I expect to post a lot of short pieces in October; I'm giving myself a (tentative) monthly challenge so I can get rid of a bunch of WIPs without holding onto them for a year. Not committing to a full 31 days, but I've got a lot of little things that don't need to be masterpieces, so it should be a busy month. I'll probably do one announcement post each Friday instead of individual story announcements. Still very much playing this by ear and I might get busy IRL, but expect at least a few things.

I had a plan to post something Anti-Fairy related for Friday the 13th in October, but it's not playing nice with me so we'll see.

✍️ After October, I need to spend time rebuilding my 'fic buffers. I'd also like to update my table of contents tab and possibly the sideblog. In other words, expect a busy October for 'fic updates. November will probably be Traffic Season 5 drabbles and stuff (I'm guessing), and then we'll start winding down on 'fics during December and January. I'll probably post again in Feb or March; not sure yet.

🐾 A ton of Session 1 stuff I wrote for Dog's Life got bumped to Session 2 for pacing reasons, so I already have a lot done; I might start posting Session 2 as early as mid-November or early December, but stuff for Origin and Knots definitely needs polishing and will take longer. Not sure yet.

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❤️ 2 months ago, I made a post talking about my ScarletPenguin pseud. That's the pseud where I keep any M works, and I wanted to explain how this works to people who may be unfamiliar (as I have a piece I'm working on that I'll probably post as M).

The majority of my content is Gen or T, so I'm using the pseud to keep my M stuff in a separate place [i.e. not immediately visible to people browsing my main page, because I mostly do children's show fanfics that ARE Gen and T, and I just feel better doing it like this].

In other words, if you would like to scroll through my works but would prefer not to run across anything M, THIS is the link that only has Gen and T stuff [It's the FountainPenguin pseud link; you can also access it by clicking on my username on any of my AO3 works]. You will not see M 'fics if you use this link :)

I have not yet decided if I'm going to do announcement posts for M stories. If I do, the posts will be tagged #ScarletPenguin, so I recommend blocking that tag now if you would like to.

If you would like to find any M works after they're posted, you can access them by going to FountainPenguin's Profile -> Pseuds -> ScarletPenguin (left sidebar on desktop).

If you are subscribed to me on AO3, I'm pretty sure you'll get an email when any new stuff is posted. If you do not want to subscribe to me as a user, consider subscribing only to the 'fics you like or even to a series (ex: all the 130 Prompts are in the 130 Station series and you can get email notifs that way even though all those stories are posted individually).

I'm trying to post 130 Prompts in the 130 Station series before any others because I suspect that only the first series counts for the email alerts (Not sure). However, you can also subscribe to the individual trains if you like (Blue Train, for example, only contains Anti-Fairy content so maybe you're into that, etc.) I'm just not sure if you'll get an email since if you want to put a work in more than one series, you have to post the story and then edit it, and I'm not sure if that sends a notification.

I also don't know if you can have a series with two pseuds in it, or how that will affects the tag visibility on the series page. We'll see.

tl;dr - I feel good about having done my part to make this news accessible, create a blog tag for it just in case, and this info will be added to my pinned post when I wake up [This is in the queue]. Stay safe, safe comfy!

Thanks!

[csolarstorm]

I've been trying to write a post since news outlets called it. This is going to be my thoughts right now, approximately. More will probably come, and they'll probably be disorganized like this as well.

There's a lot of people saying nice, comforting, or inspirational things. That's not always my nature though? I always want to say something useful. It's gonna get hard...not just for the people in impending mortal peril - which, fuck - godspeed! Donate, support...where necessary, help people hide? And do it discreetly?

But also for everyone. We're looking at prices for imported goods rising dramatically, a terrible economy, likely much worse health in general, just...things are gonna suck. So start cutting costs and saving, try to get as healthy as you can, etc.

Entertainment is a necessity, but if you have multiple subscriptions, cut them, get into more shows on the one subscriptions you keep. Then start saving.

Free libraries on your phone and in person can provide good entertainment, especially if you read.

Don't self-harm or give up. There's still hope to go around. Here's the national suicide prevention and list of suicide hotlines by country I copied and pasted from an earlier reblog.

I saw The Wild Robot a few days ago, and a quote in it is really applicable here: kindness is a survival strategy. There's a lot of division in the left, and we need to start giving each other a massive benefit of the doubt in order to build support networks with each other.

If the tariffs really go through, prices will rise for everything, and it'll be the straw that breaks the camel's back for a lot of struggling people, so I think we need to focus on creating those support networks.

If you have existing bonds with right-wingers or Trump voters, then your path may vary here. Apparently Trump won the popular vote, so for the foreseeable future, these are the people around us in public and in our workplaces, and sometimes our personal sphere. I personally think that if there's any way you can coexist with them, you should do that. Most of us will need family and friends for everyday life. A lot of us can't entertain this idea, because a lot of these Trump voters are hurtful and insufferable because they've been infected with the propaganda mush. But a lot of them are just politically ignorant...and regardless of being accomplices, again...you need a support system to live.

Clearly there's gonna be a spectrum between people who have the bandwidth to continue fighting and people who just need to prioritize survival. Don't be ashamed if you're in the latter half. I myself require specialized life-saving treatment every other year that is only being paid for on borrowed time by the generosity of my state. I'm in enough pain to where I can basically get out of the house once a week, and I'm ashamed of what I didn't do.

On the other hand, the system that we use to campaign for our goals might be broken altogether? People absolutely hate political calls and texts. It seems like we've been in a state of constant protest since 2010, and we're burnt out on it. Studies show that information doesn't really sway people, and the backlash effect pushes them further towards charlatans. And this is exacerbated by the fact that people hate the money-driven status quo government and media anyway. Social media is happy to put in in information bubbles where we lose any common ground with each other required to effectively communicate and debate. And it's ancient knowledge that lies travel faster than truth.

We are in the market for radical new ways to spread the truth, and we shouldn't be ashamed that we couldn't use a system that none of asked for to save the day.

[aisarete]

1. My wife asked me to take a day off of the news. She was very right, it's good advice.

Just one day, or as many as you can.

No social media, no news.

I told myself I could scroll tumblr but I had to skip anything news-related. I felt like I was going to be so cut off from the rest of the world, so unhelpful to my fellow man, so... helpless. I didn't really want to give up that last little glimpse into the rest of the world. I felt guilt, and shame, like I was simply turning my back on the problem. Selfish.

My advice: do not do this. It is foolishness to assume you can use any social media without seeing too much, and that includes tumblr. Go total blackout if you can. I spent about thirty minutes scrolling on tumblr before I was getting so many political or news posts, I was skipping more than I was engaging. I hopped on YouTube after that, and stuck exclusively to Sims4 speed builds and reviews. It felt a lot better and clearer for my head. Leave this place behind for a while. It'll be here when you get back.

If you must scroll, try one of the many Pinterest-esque sites on the internet, or read a fanfic, or watch a long-form video somewhere. Better yet, get off of the net! I'm going to play some Sims4, now that it's in my system. Maybe do something in the physical world you enjoy, if you can.

2. Try spending a little time in an environment you enjoy. It's raining where I am, which is my favorite weather. I made a point to come sit in front of my house and listen to the rain. If you can get yourself to an environment that brings you comfort or peace, go there. Maybe that's the library. Maybe it's a park. Maybe a cozy bed. Just spend some time in a good place, and focus your body in the present.

3. Think about how your body is feeling. If you're anything like me, stress makes you tense up. If you are clenching your jaw, this is a gentle reminder to unclench. Unstick your tongue from the roof of your mouth, too. Are your brows furrowed? Is your mouth downturned?

See if you are holding tension in your shoulders. You probably are, and maybe in your back, too. Assume your whole body is tense, actually. Try doing some stretches! Start from the top and work down. Make funny faces, roll your head gently, and roll some little circles with your shoulders.

Twist one way...

and the other...

bend left, then right.

Now, reach for the sky, then down towards your toes. Spread your feet and stretch out your legs, too. Make circles with your wrists and ankles. Are your toes all scrunched up in your shoes? Stretch them out, then let go.

Is there anything else your body needs that you can do for it? A bathroom break, or a shower? Some water? (Probably! Get on that, pronto!) Maybe your mouth feels cottony - anxiety can do that. Brushing could help that. If you haven't eaten in a while, get yourself a snack if you can.

How's your temperature? Too hot? Too cold? Do you have a tightness in your chest, a cramp in your stomach, a headache? Have you remembered to take any medications you may have? Not just prescription - vitamins, allergy meds, tylenol, pepto bismol, and such all count.

Keep breathing, nice full breaths through your nose. Unclench everything. Drink something.

I know I already said it, I'm saying it again. Hydration is important.

4. Connect with people socially.

(It's hard sometimes, I know.)

It doesn't have to be anything special. Take a walk to the dog park. Watch a movie with someone. Play some online games, maybe, or even board games. Grocery shopping as a group is a good one because then you don't have to do your chores alone and the chore is done at the end of it.

5. Remember that this is supposed to make you feel this way. It is the result of purposeful actions, with the intent of wearing you down and keeping you so numb and overwhelmed, you forget to fight. Do not give them the satisfaction, ever. You are not crazy, or weak, or helpless, because you are feeling like dogshit. They have stolen your attention and are now holding it hostage. Take it back! Put it elsewhere until it is your own again.

6. Find your place in this fight. Right now, my place is taking care of myself. Wasting away with worry does no one any good. Tomorrow, my place is wearing rainbow to work and standing is solidarity with my fellow queer people. Soon, I might find a new place. It might be printing zines, or making connections, or calling my local representatives. Maybe I'll focus on helping others in my community when I can. Deciding where you put your energy is important. Taking on too much is a fast track to burnout.

These are just things I've been doing the past few days. It's helped, some. I hope it helps you, too.

PLEASE ADVISE!

Hey guys is anyone else struggling to go about their normal lives while all this crazy shit is happening around us? Like Elon Musk has basically illegally seized control of key parts of the federal government and I know there are legal challenges being waged and those take some time but I feel like every single day feels more and more surreal. I guess we knew this was coming, but does anyone have any helpful thoughts/ideas on finding the motivation to continue forward in your work/career while scared as hell about the intensely uncertain future? I mean I don't even want to get on a plane now that Elon has proposed he is going to fully restructure Air Traffic Control. Like if his strategy with everything is to shut it down completely and rebuild from scratch, we're going to be fucked with a lot of our crucial services and many of the things we've taken for granted all these years will no longer be safe (like flying). Anyways, how are y'all getting through this because I need to come out of this battle hardened and ready to contribute as a force for good and I can't do that if I'm spiraling in despair about what's going on. Just don't know how to shift my perspective without going numb.

[justmissyou28]

Heartbroken Quotes: ❤️‍🩹🥀

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right person wrong time is real and when we're ready the universe will make sure that it'll be the right time for us to finally feel something for each other again. 🥀

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„And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again." 🪐

*

maybe, forever was a word meant for memories,

not people

*

I keep finding

You in all

The old songs

I used to love.

*

It's as simple as this:

I will never not love you.

But I'll try to forget you

If you asked me to.

But if you asked me To give you forever, I'd do that as well.

*

"You. It will always be you. Don't you get that? If I had the choice between you and a million things I've always wanted, I would choose you every single time."

*

sometimes late at night

our memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheek

*

I smiled.

We were

Under the

Same sky

At least.

*

Back to

The stars.

Perhaps I'lI

Find you

There.

*

I heard a song and it made me think of you.

the song ended and that

made me think of you

*

so i guess this is where our chapters ends my dear. it is one i'll read over and over again.

you were the first person i ever truly loved.

maybe in another universe we continued our story together. maybe.

*

"How sad, to face the future without the one you planned it with."

*

i will look for you in every lifetime, until we finally stay…

*

In some other life

We are standing

Side by side and Laughing that, in Some other life

We are apart.

*

I waited and I waited like it was the only thing I had to do.

Only because it was you.

Only because I loved you.

*

i never learned how to give a little;

for if love was a raindrop, i'd create tsunamis.

*

and suddenly all the songs were about you

*

Here I am,

infinitely yours.

Every day,

for all the days.

In this life,

and in every life.

I choose you.

*

there may be a Million things

to smile about, but you're definitely

My favorite one.

*

love you in every universe

*

part of me will always wait for you

crave you

wish for you

no matter how much time has passed

*

“We try to hide our feelings, but we forgot that our eyes speak."

*

It's as simple as this:

I will never not love you.

But I'll try to forget you

If you asked me to.

But if you asked me To give you forever, I'd do that as well.

*

Close the window that hurts you

No matter how beautiful the view is.

*

SOUL "MATES"

I don't think some people realize how lucky they are when they find their soul mate in a friendship.

*

And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality,

I'd find you and

I'd choose you.

*

"Everything is falling into pieces and those pieces are fitting into the exact places they need to. You will be okay."

*

NO MATTER WHAT, A PIECE OF MY HEART WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS.

*

I loved everything about you maybe too much

but how could i not love that smile that laughter those eyes that humour that passion

how could i not love you if you were everything i've ever wanted

*

i will forever love you, even if we grow apart.

i will forever wish you the best,

even if it is me you no longer choose to love.

¡will forever think you're magic, even if it's not me you choose to show your tricks to.

i will forever love you, even in a world without you.

-endless love

*

I was missing you

Long before we

Even met.

*

"You are the best surprise of my life."

*

i was stupid i gave my heart to someone

who didn't want it

now i'm stuck with someone

who doesn't want me and me

not wanting anyone else

*

I have late night conversations with the moon.

He tells me about the sun and I tell him about you.

*

I did not want this to be a lesson

I wanted this to be love.

*

MEETING

YOU

WAS A NICE

ACCIDENT

*

You meet thousands of people who don't connect with you. And then you meet that one special person, and your life is changed.

Forever.

*

In this world,

You must choose whom you love.

Well,

I see you, I feel you,

I know you...

I choose you and only you.

So, dare break my heart, and I will glue each piece and never make you the villain, just so it beats the same even with scars.

*

I NEVER BELIEVED PEOPLE

CAME INTO YOUR LIFE FOR A SPECIFIC REASON...

UNTIL I MET YOU.

"IT'S NOT GOODBYE, IT'S SEE YOU LATER."

*

It is both a blessing And a curse

To feel everything

So very deeply.

*

In my dream, you're my reality.

But in reality, you're my dream.

*

the problem is, i would still choose you,

over anyone

and anything.

*

Sometimes the pain get's too loud, and you can't hear the love anymore.

*

My love,

I look for you everywhere

but I cannot find you anywhere.

And yet, I feel you...

all the time.

*

I miss you every day

But today

it feels like everything

I do

is just here to remind me

I am living without you

*

I don't

Know why,

But I still

Believe

It will be

You and I.

*

It was

That smile.

The first time

I saw it, I knew I wanted to see it

For the rest

Of my life.

*

I choose you. And I'll choose you over and over.Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat.

I'll keep choosing you.

*

❤️‍🩹💔

[book-place]

Holiday Hero

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Damian Wayne x reader platonic

Request: Hey can I pls request some platonic angst/comfort with Damian wayne(it'll take place at a classroomparty before you both go on Christmas break)? You and Damian go to the same school, gotham academy. During the party, you handed him a gift wrapped in Christmas wrapping with a batman and snowflake design (your a close friend with the waynes and you know about their identities, so this is basically a way of teasing him). When he opened it, he was met with a beautiful custom necklace from an expensive brand he loves. He audibly gasped in surprise as his eyes sparkled at the gift. He turned the pendant around to see words etched in the middle that read "my hero" in bold letters. He was so happy! He felt like he just might cry. It was already the end of the day and you where walking home together since your houses where close to each other, he noticed you seemed a little sad and upset. "Yn, are you ok?" He asked you in a worried tone. "Damian... there's something you need to know". You stopped walking, causing him to do the same, as you turned over to him and confessed that you where moving schools. He was so sad that he nearly cried a second time right in front of you. You had been his closest friend for nearly 7 years, and now your leaving. He felt so numb yet so sad. He hadn't even noticed the tears running downs his face and Alfred's shocked face as he greeted him at the door.Sorry if this doesn't make much sense lol. Have a good day!

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: You presented Damian with a gift before giving him the heartbreaking news

A/N: Welcome to day 6 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“It is about time,” Damian complained flatly with an eyeroll, closing the door to leave behind the baked goods and holiday music.

“Oh, come on!” You complained playfully, “You’re telling me that you really didn’t enjoy any of the party?”

“Of course not,” He scoffed, “Having a holiday celebration before break is completely useless to me.”

A small laugh left your lips as you rolled your eyes teasingly, “Only you would say that I suppose.” Your eyes then lit up, “Oh, that reminds me!”

As the two of you walked out the doors of Gotham Academy, you flipped your backpack around your shoulder and began rifling through.

Everyday for as long as you could remember, you and Damian had walked home together after school. Rain or shine, snow or storm.

For the first couple of years, an adult or one of his brothers would be there to accompany the two of you, but as you got older, you were able to do it yourselves.

The two of you had been best friends for seven years, ever since you met in school, and had been inseparable all the while.

“Voila!” You exclaimed, presenting a gift bag.

His eyebrows shot up a bit in surprise as he hesitantly took it from your outstretched arm, “I thought we agreed that presents were childish and a waste of time?”

You rolled your eyes playfully again, “No, Dami, you were the one that agreed to that, not me.”

“But… I didn’t get you anything.” He spoke.

You waved your hand, as if clearing the air from his question, “I don’t want you to get me anything… I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

With slightly less hesitation, he looked down at the bag, only to shoot his head back up with a glare as you doubled over laughing, stumbling a little bit in your steps along the sidewalk.

Displayed on the front of the bag was a picture of a bat that you had cut out and glued on, a subtle teasing to him and his family’s secret lives.

Though there was a look of annoyance on his face, there was the slightest hint of softness that only those closest to him would ever be able to see, like you.

Carefully, he pushed aside the tissue paper and gently picked up a box from within.

After shooting one last glance at your eager face, he slowly opened the box, and even he couldn’t stop the slight gasp that left his lips at what he saw.

There, laid a pendant from one of his favorite- very expensive- stores.

As delicately as he could, he raised the jewelry and turned it over. And what he saw, made his eyes tear up the tiniest bit.

On the back of the pedant, there was an engraving that read: بطلي.

It meant ‘My hero’ in Arabic, which is what he was to you. A hero.

“T-thank you.” He choked out, being at a loss for any other words.

You smiled sadly at him, turning your head back forward and continuing your trek home.

Automatically noticing your change in demeanor, he cleared his throat and turned slightly more serious, “What is it? What is wrong?”

You glanced at him, unshed tears resting in your eyes, not leaving no matter how hard you tried to make them.

The two of you were right in front of where you lived.

“Y/n,” He spoke, worry seeping into his tone, “Are you alright?”

“Dami… I have to tell you something,” You admitted, gnawing on your bottom lip nervously, “I… my parents… we’re moving out of Gotham.”

Damian froze in his steps, causing you to stop and look back at him with those same sad eyes, the ones that he hated.

“What do you mean?” He demanded, as if you weren’t clear enough.

You sighed and took a step towards him, “Dami-“

He took a jerking step back, though, eyes alight with rage and confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“It’s not my decision, Dami.” Your voice was pleading. You were begging him to understand, “My parents both got job offers outside of the city that they couldn’t refuse.”

The boy shook his head back and forth violently, denial written all over his features.

Your heart broke a little bit at the sight of the cold, closed off boy trying to come to terms with the fact that you were leaving, the unshed tears in his eyes said it all.

With a little bit more hesitation, you tried again to take a step towards him, only for him to flinch away once more.

You looked at him with sad eyes and softly said, “I’m sorry, Dami.” Before turning on your heel and walking into your home, leaving your best friend standing on the sidewalk, frozen in shock.

It took him a while to finally snap out of it enough to continue the rest of his journey home, and when he did, his hands were shaking too much to even use the key to open the manor doors.

So he stood there for a few moments after ringing the doorbell once, and Alfred came to the door in curiosity before confusion took over at the sight of the youngest boy in the home with tear stained cheeks and a necklace grasped tightly in his hand.

-•-

It had been three days since the heartbreaking news had reached Damian, and he hadn’t seen you since that day.

“Cheer up, Demon Brat.” Though the words were harsh, Jason really was trying to make his brother feel better, “It’s Christmas.”

“Christmas is a childish concept.” Damian mumbled back on instinct from all the petty arguments he had with you over the past month.

His family all shared worried glances around the room, no longer knowing what they could do to cheer the poor boy up. He had never been like this.

The doorbell suddenly rang, bouncing in and out of all the rooms in the house.

“I’ll get it,” Damian quietly murmured, slipping out of the room to get away from his family's pitying gazes.

He opened the door with a sour look on his face, only for it to disappear the second he saw you standing there on his porch, tears springing into your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Damian.” You whispered before leaping into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck.

This time, there was no flinching away as Damian wrapped his arms around you in return, a couple loose tears sliding down his face.

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered back.

“My parents changed their mind,” You let out a watery chuckle as you grasped onto his shirt like a lifeline, “We’re not moving.”

The boy could have wept tears of joy right then and there. You, his best friend, was not in fact leaving him.

He couldn’t have asked for a better gift.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things

[thewertsearch]

Asks Comp 5/6

Just like John Cusack, hoo hoo hoo is a universal constant.

I was so excited for her conversations :( And thank you very much! This comic's a slippery one, but that's part of the fun!

I do like the idea of pairing every Homestuck ship with a political ideology. It'd be the perfect storm of discourse, from about five directions at once!

Thank you! I don't think I'll even be in the country for my birthday this time around, so it'll be a quiet celebration.

I think it could still fit as a kismesissitude, even if they aren't all that unfriendly with each other. After all, Karkat's antagonism towards John is only skin-deep, and wears off fast.

FEFERI: There's no reason to be scared! They are not as terrible as they look. FEFERI: When Derse is destroyed, I am going to go to sleep and prove it. FEFERI: I will prove it to you, and to them as well. KARKAT: THEM? FEFERI: Our new friends! [...]

Oh, that does make more sense. Dang, I really liked the idea that the Horrorterrors were scared of Players.

Karkat made S-Tier for a reason. He's on fire this Act, and it's been great to watch!

You don't even get to examine your surroundings!!

I'm even more glad now that I'm using Homestuck Collection. It's clear that I'd have missed a lot without it, and it's a sad state of affairs that the comic's official website seems to butcher it so badly. Definitely recommend checking out the Collection, if just to play the walkarounds yourself!

Underutilized aspects of the trolls: Feferi Edition! [...] I do have to say that, when I think about her, I don't generally remember the Horrorterror connection. But Gl'bgolyb is a Horrorterror, after all. Feferi may be legitimately bubbly and sweet, but of the two races she is meant to unite, it might just be the Horrors and Humans. She's an eldritch Disney princess. Remember that now. ~LOSS (19/5/23)

Does that make Gl'bgolyb her Fairy Elder Godmother?

Ugh, tell me about it. It looks normal when the post is in my drafts, but breaks when I publish it.

I could go back and fix each post manually, but I don't have the time or the patience. Maybe I'll write a script to do it when I release Wertsearch: The Director's Cut.

Thanks! I've had Cat send a transcript over, and I've been copying it for quotes. There was a risk of mild spoilers if I accidentally read ahead, but if it means I can stop quoting entire conversations manually, I'll happily take that chance.

Damn it! There goes my Sollux Was Swapped At Birth theory.

I like these ideas! It's fun to speculate about what our species 'thing' would be, since we don't have any alien species to compare ourselves to IRL.

The idea of NPCs as Player templates is awesome, too. That implies an absolutely wild session in Sburb's past, featuring the Sleuths, the Midnight Crew and the Exile squad as Players.

What would Sburb even look like without Carapacians? Would the chess match in Skaia still exist, just without sentient pieces? I kind of love this idea.

Yeah, it's always nice when a story's really kicked into gear.

Beginnings and endings are difficult, and I usually enjoy the middle of a story more than either. By my count, we're about one-third of the way through Homestuck, and it's definitely found itself.

Thanks! I have a couple of ideas about which of my ships will be supported by canon, and which won't - but we shall see what develops. The comic might surprise me!

Canon Equius design.

It's a big question, and I don't know if I can fully answer this one, given how much of Sburb is still shrouded in mystery.

That said, the first thing I'd change is how Players are assigned. Instead of creating people who have no choice but to participate, I'd look for volunteers in the planets I've seeded. If Players have to be born in the Veil, then those volunteers would have their timelines rewritten, retroactively turning them into meteor babies - but only after they've volunteered for the role.

Also - does a session have to destroy the planet it's seeded on? If it was me in charge, I'd redirect the Reckoning's portals somewhere else. Literally anywhere else, actually. As far as I can tell, the only reason they were pointed towards Earth in the first place was for thematic reasons. The Sallyverse has different themes.

Yep. No special reason why - I've just been pretty busy lately, especially on the weekends. They've also been rolling over onto Mondays more often, too.

I get to 'em when I get to 'em - but I always get to them in the end.

Ooh, that's a deep cut. Possibly coincidental, but I wouldn't be too sure - I wouldn't put anything past Hussie.

I've heard of Higurashi, but I know very little about it. It is my tenuous understanding that it's a murder mystery starring several wealthy families - or is that its sister story, Umineko?

I don't want to look them up, because I might actually check them out at some point, and it is apparently very important to go in unspoiled. Potential future liveblog material, indeed.

I've speculated that the Knight is a protector class - and maybe Knights also protect themselves, hiding behind a particular trait or emotion which serves as their 'shield'.

Puréed puppet, unfortunately.

Now that I've seen all the troll typing quirks, I'm pretty sure I've actually encountered some of these people in the wild! I've definitely seen Terezi's leetspeak, or something very similar, on an anime forum or two.

[mrsaguapapi]

Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6  Ch 7  Ch 8  Ch 9  Ch 10

Chapter 11

Every Stitch

The Vibe:

Donovan - Season of the Witch (Official Audio)

What time is it?

I check my phone and it's 7:55 pm "Fuck" I curse at myself. I decided a couple of hours ago to give up on trying to read my mother's books until I met up with Steven later. Instead, I took some time to relax and watched some Netflix... I may have eaten 2 slices of week-old pizza too

I grab an oversized Vegeta t-shirt and half-tuck it into a pair of jeans. Quickly I scan myself in the mirror putting my braids half up in a bun and wiping away any pizza crust from my face. I slide on a pair of sneakers, grab my sling ring and open a portal to their place. I take the two books in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other, and step through closing the portal behind me.

Steven was in his little kitchen cooking something on the stove, wearing an apron and a pair of dark jeans. That was it no shirt, no shoes; it was quite the sight. His dark curly hair fell nicely on the side of his face, sometimes I forget how fine they are.

I drop the books on his bed and walk up to him, "What's for dinner love?" I ask

"Matzah Ball soup" he smiles," Here, set the table you're just in time." I do as he says and grab a couple of plates and utensils. After setting the table I have a seat while Steven serves our plates and takes the seat next to me. "Eat up," he says

I take a bite and almost cry, "Steven this is amazing."

"Thank you" he blushes," It's not as good as I remember; we used to make this with our Mother and brother. Brings good memories." he smiles, "Alright fill me in, the old fashion way. Your Memory Transference gives us a headache, besides I like hearing your voice."

I can't help but smile, he's incredibly sweet. For the next 20 min, I fill him in on what I can, leaving out all the parts involving Namor and the Talokans. I won't go into too much detail as I'm still processing but I give him all the important bits.

"Are you okay? You seem out of it." Steven placed his hand on mine

I sigh, "I will be you know? Got a lot to process. I left out a few details of the trauma." I laugh "Um I also kind of met someone. It's REALLY complicated and new, nothing's labeled officially I think? I don't know." I laugh nervously, "He's honestly quite sweet, I'd tell you more but I would be breaking a pretty important promise."

"That was extremely vague" He laughs, "But I'm happy for you"

"So tell me about Layla?" I ask

"Not much to tell. Marc called her and asked if she wanted to get dinner with us and talk. She agreed, so hopefully, all goes well. We're nervous"

"Don't be, you'll be fine. Bring her flowers it'll help break the tension."

"I don't know, I don't think she like flowers" he begins

"Let me stop you there young Padawan. Women love flowers. We don't say anything because we don't want to have to ask for them. That's like rule number one"

"Duly Noted" he laughs "thank you, Mills."

"No problem" I smile," Steven I don't think I can focus on anything until you put a shirt on."

He laughs at me and nods his head. I get up and clear the table while Steven grabs a shirt to put on and looks at the books on the bed, "So are these them?"

"Yes," I say walking over to him, "I can only make out certain words, makes no sense to me"

Steven inspects both books, looking at the bind and the pages trying to read the writing, "I'm honestly lost too. It's all gibberish."

"That's because it's written in the elder gods' native tongue," Khonshu says appearing from nowhere scaring both of us.

"A little warning next time bird brain?" Steven responds

"Hello child, made up your mind about my offer," Khonshu asks, I roll my eyes and look at Steven

"Oi bird man, you know she's not here for that." Steven says, "Can you help with the books or not?"

"This is what I get for picking a defected avatar," he whispers to himself. He points his staff at the books, "That's the book of Oshtur, goddess of truth, justice, and cosmic order. The other one looks like the book of Ayesha, the Rain Queen of Balobedu, a former sorceress supreme. These have been lost for centuries, where did you find them?"

"My mother had them in Wakanda."

"Who's your mother girl?"

"Apparently former Queen Ororo of Wakanda"

"The lost Windrider?" he asks shocked, "She's your mother?"

I clear my throat a little uncomfy "Yea seems so. I'm assuming by your reaction you were a fan" I chuckle awkwardly

"Something like that. It's beginning to make sense why she has these books and why you can see me. Your bloodline is closely connected to Oshtur, Steven you may know her as Ma'at" Khonshu says

I have a seat on the bed, "Who is Oshtur, and connected how?"

"Read it yourself," Khonshu says with an attitude

"We can't," I say matching his energy

He shakes his head and holds out his staff, "Grab on" Hesitantly I do as he says and Steven follows. I feel a rush of energy travel through my body giving me a headrush.

We quickly remove our hands from the staff, "What the hell was that?" I ask

"I just gave you the power of, Allspeak now you can communicate and read in all languages of the Nine Realms, Earth's dialects, alien languages, etc. You should have no problem reading those books. Now I shall take my leave." And like that he was gone.

"Allspeak? No way", Steven whispers to himself

"Geez, he was in a mood." I snicker and grab the books, "Grab the wine and sit, we got some reading to do" I take my shoes off and crawl up to the head of the bed.

Steven pours himself a glass and hands me the bottle. In return, I give him a book and we begin to read.

-----------------

For the last few hours, I've been reading about the goddess Oshtur. She is- was?-one of the primordial gods. I am unclear if she is alive or dead.

Can a primordial god die?

Oshtur had a fascination with the realms beyond Earth; so much so that she took to the heavens to travel the stars. During her exploration, Oshtur met a being named Hoggoth, the last survivor of an ancient mystic race.

Okay slay

They learned a great deal from one another, and when Oshtur was ready to move on, Hoggoth offered to go with her. The two eventually traveled back to Earth, where Oshtur cared for the development of mankind.

One day, she observed three children at play, and their joy caused her to shed a single tear. A child of her own emerged from that tear, and Oshtur named him Agamotto.

Agamotto loved to learn, and the two were quite happy together. Agamotto grew into a great teacher and sorcerer, who loved humanity as much as his mother. They eventually joined with Hoggoth to become a mystical trinity known as the Vishanti, and Agamotto encouraged the study of magic in humanity through his writings in the Book of the Vishanti.

Agamotto became the first Sorcerer Supreme of the Earth. He occasionally tried to choose a successor but to no avail. With no luck in his search, he held a battle between all of Earth's mightiest mages to determine the next Sorcerer Supreme. In the end, Ayesha a mighty sorceress from the Kingdom of Balobedu emerged as the champion. She served as Sorcerer Supreme for nearly 4000 years.

Ayesha now the protector of Earth was gifted with the control of Nature and Oshturs Power. Oshturs power is most frequently invoked for spells of strength, providing some power to make an existing spell even more powerful or to strengthen the magician casting it. Ayesha's gifts were passed to her descendants, all women with white hair and powerful magic potential.

I dramatically close the book, "Ayesha is my ancestor."

"I know. At the end of her book, there is a detailed family tree, that I'm assuming your ancestors kept up with. You're the last name here." Steven points at my name and hands me the book, "Outside of that there are all kinds of spells and abilities unlocked by your ancestors: Curative healing, flight, chaos magic, etc. I think your bloodline was blessed with generational bestowment of power. This book is a dummies guide for your potential powers."

"The journal that was bound to my wrist is just like this. Weird, how on some innate part of me I had the urge to document my gifts just like my ancestors."

"You need to add your findings to this book, there are blank pages meant for you"

"Yea, I suppose so." I put the books down and rub my head "So I know my family's origin story and now I have the cheat codes to my power. You'd think I'd be satisfied, but now I find myself grieving for parents I never knew and a past I have forgotten. Somehow it feels all connected."

"I'm sorry love, is there anything I can do?" Steven asks

"No hun, you've done quite enough. Thank you for your help tonight." I check my phone and see it's well past 2 am "I should go" I give Steven a big hug

"I'll see ya soon?" he asks, "Might need you to talk us off the ledge if things go wrong with Layla." he chuckles

I stand up and begin to open a portal "You are so dramatic," I laugh grabbing my books," And yes, of course, call or text me whenever okay?"

"Of course." He waves at me as I step through to my bedroom closing the portal behind me. 

------------------------

I lay in bed thinking about what my next move is. I need to take a trip to Bleeker street tomorrow; with the Darkhold's connection to my mother and now my bloodlines ties to the Sorcerer supremes, it's the right time to loop in Strange & Wong. Maybe they can help with my memory, but considering what happened with peter I have my reservations. Also, 

Who is Agatha? How does she play into this? 

Leaving all of my questions behind, I pull my phone out and begin to scroll through Tik Tok and unwind from the day. Right before I put my phone down to go to sleep, I receive a text from bucky

3:12 am

Hey, Can we talk? I'd really like to see you.

                                                  Read

I turn the sound off, put my phone face down on the nightstand, and lay back, "Nope. That's a future me problem."

[justsomerandomfanfic]

An Apple A Day - (Doctor) Eddie Munson X GN Reader - November 26th

Title: An Apple A Day

(Doctor) Eddie Munson X Gn Reader

Additional Characters: The gang back in Hawkins (Mentioned), Reader's mother (Mentioned), and brother (Mentioned)

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WC: 1,927

Warnings: Reader has a mother, Reader has a brother, Reader breaks her leg, doctors, Eddie lives, hospitals, Reader has a cat mentioned, cuteness, awkwardness, slight forbidden relationship, slight angst, and fluff

It was an unusual day at work for the young doctor who had recently moved from Hawkins Indiana, though not necessarily bad. Eddie survived the Upside Down, finally graduating from Hawkins High School and going to college for his doctorate. Eddie had gone through a lot of changes once he got into college. He had cut his hair, not too short but not too long, and changed his attire. He still wore black, leather, and band tees, but at work, he wore something more professional. He didn't want to leave his friends, especially after everything that happened, but he had to get out of that town. After everything that happened, he wanted to help people; heal people from illnesses or broken legs. Checking the chart on the clipboard in his hands, Eddie knocked on the door before entering.

"Hello, I am your doctor, Dr. Munson." He introduced himself as he continued to read the patient's sheet.

"I'm Y/N... But you probably already know that." Your voice softly answered, causing Eddie to look up.

Eddie felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at you. You were gorgeous with your hair slightly disheveled as if you had just woken up. Your face was soft yet you had a determined look about you that caused Eddie to smile softly to himself. Slightly flustered, the younger man looked down at the sheet again. "Ah! Yes, I did know that. Well, it seems that you did break your leg. How does your knee feel? It says that you hurt it in the process of breaking your leg."

"Good, actually. It feels a little sore. I think I just twisted it or something." You answered back, taking your time to eye the doctor in front of you. It should be a crime to be as cute as he was. Why was your doctor so cute? Usually, your doctors were nice old ladies or weird middle-aged men who had four kids. Must've been your lucky day. Well... Not really, your leg was broken.

"Uh, if I may... How did you break your leg?" Dr. Munson asked you, snapping you out of your daydreaming, slightly embarrassing you as you cleared your throat.

"I... Uh... Fell..." You mumbled under your breath, glancing away from Dr. Munson, who seemed slightly surprised by what you said.

"Fallen?" he questioned you as he raised an eyebrow, giving you a curious look.

"Yeah... Fell..." You replied as you nervously fiddled with your hospital gown.

"Off of what?" He asked, only making you glance away and bite your lip.

You laughed breathily, shaking your head, "It's stupid... I fell 'cause I was trying to get my cat out of a tree."

Dr. Munson smiled slightly at your answer as he took in your answer. "It's not stupid. I find that rather remarkable. I didn't know that I would be treating a hero today." Eddie teased before his eyes traveled over to your cast, noticing the two names written neatly across. "Your family came in today?"

"Yes," You breathed out, shocked by your doctor's words, nodding your head and then clearing your throat. "My mother and brother. They came in this morning."

Eddie smiled warmly, "Well, that was nice of them." He spoke softly before clearing his own throat, looking back to your chart. "Well, uh, it seems that you will have to stay here for another couple of weeks. It seems your surgery went well and all that so now, as a precaution, you should avoid any strenuous activity, so try to move around as little as possible. Also, please take your medication when given and try to eat normally while you're here because it'll help." The young man explained calmly and clearly, watching your reactions carefully.

"Alright, thank you, Dr. Munson." You reply with a smile.

Eddie shook his head with a smile of his own, "No need to thank, Miss L/N. Just doing my job. And, please, call me Eddie." He replied, chuckling lightly.

"Then, please, call me Y/N, Eddie. Everyone else calls me Y/N anyways." You said happily, causing Eddie to chuckle.

"Alright, Y/N. Then please let me know what your pain level is. And remember to drink plenty of fluids." Eddie replied as he began writing things down on your chart, causing you to nod your head.

"Will do.”

As the days passed by, your mother came in to visit you multiple times, as did your brother, which was always a treat to see him. You loved them dearly, but when they visited your mind would be elsewhere, thinking about a certain doctor. You woke up every day in that stiff hospital bed and waited impatiently for your favorite doctor to come in and check up on you. You even went to bed thinking about your chats with him that morning or afternoon. Every day it seemed like you were falling deeper into love, but you tried your hardest to stay strong in order to keep your growing feelings hidden.

But, unbeknownst to you, Eddie wasn't far behind in the same boat. He had grown fond of you since he first saw you, but he knew deep inside, he couldn't do that to you or himself. It wouldn't be fair to you; you were his patient. But, he couldn't help but also noticed how often you'd blush around him. How bright your smile would be when he entered. He was falling, and he was falling hard. He needed a plan to save himself, but, unfortunately, there was no way out. You were going to make sure of that.

Knocking on your door, Eddie walked in, smiling as he did. "Hi, Y/N. How are you feeling today?" he asked as he leaned against the door frame, waiting patiently for your response.

"I'm fine, Eddie. Thank you. How are you?" You responded with a small smile, turning on your side to face the doctor.

"Not too bad. Just coming to see how you are fairing. No pain or anything?" He asked as he approached you.

"I don't think so, Eddie. But, if you ask me, I don't feel too great, honestly," You admitted softly, placing your arm over your forehead. "Is my discharge date soon?" You sighed dramatically, making Eddie chuckle.

"Well, we can get you started tomorrow. Then you'll be free from your hospital bed prison." Eddie joked with you as you giggled and rolled your eyes.

"Very funny, Eddie," You said with a smile as you sat up. "So does that mean I can try and walk?" You asked hopefully only for Eddie to nod.

"Of course. You'll have to wear your crutches to start off, however. But, first, how are you feeling? Any dizziness, nausea, lightheadedness, chest pain, or headaches?" He asked, quickly grabbing the pair of crutches leaning against the wall and passing them to you as you pushed off your covers.

You grabbed onto the handles of the crutches, you quickly stood up, Eddie making his way to your side, his hand pressing against your back to help stabilize you. You bit your lip as you tried to ignore how warm his hand was over the hospital gown. Nervously, you took one step with your good leg, pressing your socked foot on the cold ground before hesitantly moving the crutches forward. You moved, your foot sliding along the floor. Slowly, slowly, you moved. The first few steps weren't too bad, but as you stepped farther and farther, your movements became more and more hesitant as you found yourself getting tired. You let out a shaky breath, and you took another step only for the crutch leg to go unsteady and you to fall forward. Before you could say anything, you heard Eddie yelling out, but it sounded muffled and distant like he was speaking through a tunnel or some other sort of soundproof barrier. You closed your eyes, hoping and praying that you wouldn't hit the ground hard enough to injure yourself more. However, instead of hitting the ground, your body collided with someone's chest. As you opened your eyes, you saw Eddie staring down at you with a worried expression on his face.

"Hey... Are you okay?" He asked softly, making your face heat up at the small amount of space between you two.

"Uh... Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.” You stammered, blushing heavily as you realized that you had fallen into his arms, which made you blush harder.

Eddie looked down at your face as he held you tightly in his arms, and he was surprised to see the faint trace of tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to hold back your emotions. "Are you sure? Do you want me to get you anything? Water? Does your leg hurt?" Eddie quickly rambled out, only for you to shake your head. 

"Can you... Just hold me a while?" You asked softly, still trying to fight back your tears.

Eddie nodded his head, letting out a soft sigh as he held you gently and hugged you close. A wave of relief washed over you as you snuggled closer to Eddie, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His scent was calming, and it reminded you of home in some sort of unknown and weird way. After a few minutes, Eddie pulled back just enough to look at you properly. He stared for a moment, admiring how beautiful your features were. His cheeks tinted pink, he felt like he could stare at you forever and never get bored. But, suddenly, his thoughts came crashing back to reality and his lips twitched into a nervous grin. "I um... We shouldn't be doing this..." He whispered, his eyes darting away from yours.

You tilted your head slightly, confused by his sudden change in behavior, "What? Doing what?" You asked as Eddie led you back to your bed, leaning the crutches back on the wall.

"You're my patient. I could get fired." Eddie muttered as you realized what he was saying.

“I'm sorry!" You exclaimed. "I didn't realize-"

"No, it's fine," Eddie interrupted quickly. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have feelings for you." He chuckled nervously.

Your eyes widened as you sat there, staring up at the man before you as he ran a hand through his messy curly hair. "When am I discharged?"

"Tomorrow." Eddie hastily answered, not fully paying attention.

With his answer, you brightly smiled, "Alright, ask me out tomorrow." You remarked, making Eddie turn to you with wide eyes.

"What... What are you talking about?" He asked, watching as you simply shrugged.

"I won't be your patient tomorrow. Ask me tomorrow." You answered, laughing lightly.

Eddie stared at you, completely stunned. He had hoped that you wouldn't notice, but obviously, he hadn't been very subtle. "Okay then... I will. Tomorrow." Eddie finally replied as you gave him a thumbs up and an adorable smile.

"Awesome. Now, don't you have other patients to take care of?" You asked teasingly, making Eddie nodded his head rapidly.

"I do. I'll check on you before lights out. Uh, yeah! Metal…" Eddie nervously spoke, rushing to the door before abruptly stopping in his place. Turning around, Eddie gave you a nervous smile, "Goodnight, Y/N." He mumbled quietly before leaving, closing the door slowly as he left your room.

Once he left, you flopped down onto your back and groaned, resting your head on your pillow. You couldn't believe your luck! Eddie had just agreed to ask you out tomorrow. Now, all you had to do was wait.

[dustofthedailylife]

heya dust! i’m not sure my precious ask sent, so i’ll send a similar one cause you need to hear this,

but tysm for your advice on surviving uni! it was a little bit ago when i asked for help but reading what you had to say really did make me feel better, it felt less like i was alone going through everything.

and i have so much respect for you being in education for that long!!! i feel like such a baby compared to your achievements but it’s nice to have someone to look up to, so thanks again for your advice!

i’m wishing you the best on your studies :)

Hey ten!! I did in fact not receive any asks from you prior to this one now but I do see this one now so, yay!

I'm glad I could make you feel less alone. When I read your post about struggling with uni and feeling overwhelmed I immediately had flashbacks to how I felt when I started and I was ✨ struggling ✨ (still am, sort of... but it'll pay off)

I sometimes feel like I'm taking forever with my studies but studying law takes FOREVER. I think I also mentioned that I wrote my finals in August this year and I have yet to get my results. I should get them sometime within the next one or two weeks I assume. I'm already nervous about that and I can assure you, I am an anxious wreck atm, haha.

The most important thing is believing in yourself even when it can be hard at times (says the girl who can't take her own advice, but all we can do is try, I know it's easier said than done).

I wish you all the best on your studies as well and I have faith that you got this! It may be stressful and it may feel like you're gonna break at times but just keep pushing! There is a light at the end of the tunnel eventually 💪🏻

[missmorosis]

Jealous

anonymous asked:

I’m BEGGING for a hc where zuko and sokka like the reader and get jealous of one another. Plot can be anything! :)))

anonymous asked:

oomgomg Hii u replied to me earlier 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 LOVE THAT YOU LOVE SOKKA!!! I love zuko too but sokka needs more appreciation imo.

Would u ever write an zuko and sokka x reader or oc where they both like the same person? Because I find myself conflicted between who I like more because they’re great for totally different reasons! Idkk but anyways looking forward to reading more of ur work!! And happy early valentines dayyyy 💕💕💕💕💕

please this prompt makes my true beauty heart go 📈📈📈

ALSO THE TWO OF YOU BASICALLY HAD THE SAME REQUEST LSAKDJS

enjoyyy <33 THIS MAKES NO SENSE IM SORRY

Pairings: Sokka x Reader x Zuko

Warnings: fainting and sickness (sighh yes yes i wrote another sickfic IM OBSESSED) & it may be the worst thing ive ever written-

Summary: a sick y/n is caught up in a love triangle... which boy is better?

Word count: 1.4k :)

The doorbell rang, and Y/N rushed to answer it. She opened the door to reveal a smiling Sokka. He was your best friend, so he normally showed up unannounced once in a while.

"Hey, Y/N!" he said.

"Hi, Sokka! What brings you here?"

"Knowing you, you probably haven't had dinner yet?" She nodded with a laugh. "Wanna get something to eat?"

It was past dinnertime, and she still wasn't hungry... In fact, the thought of food made her nauseous. Y/N nodded anyways, and Sokka smiled, getting his car keys out of his pocket.

Driving past the streets, the two blasted music out of the car's speakers, and Sokka sang along to all of the pop songs on the radio. Y/N laughed at the silly expression Sokka had on his face, even though the music was way too loud; it was honestly giving her a headache, but it was okay. She looked out the window to see Zuko, another close friend, heading out of the Jasmine Dragon. He must've just finished work...

"Oh, it's Zuko!" she chirped, giving him a wave. Sokka said nothing, his singing quieting down to silence, but he pulled over anyways to say hi. He parked his car, and the two hopped out.

“Y/N!” Zuko ran over with a huge grin on his face, waving his hand as a greeting. “Nice to see you again! Oh... hi Sokka.” Zuko’s cheerful smile slowly morphed into one of distaste when he noticed that she had been with Sokka.

“Hey, Zuko,” Sokka acknowledged. Y/N turned to see that Sokka’s face also fell when his eyes met Zuko’s. Sokka slung an unnecessary protective arm over her shoulders, and Y/N cleared her throat to clear up the growing tension. Shaking Sokka’s arm off, she opened her mouth to speak.

"Is it cold out here or is it just me?" Y/N blurted, causing Zuko and Sokka to look at each other worriedly. Sokka pulled off his jacket to throw it onto her. He zipped it up, and met her eyes.

"It's not cold at all... you feeling okay?" Y/N nodded slowly, signaling that she was okay, so Zuko and Sokka dropped the subject. She could have sworn it was chilly out.

"Anyways," Sokka continued, heading into his car, "wanna go grab dinner together or something?” The other two nodded, also following Sokka into the car. Y/N hopped into the passenger seat, and Zuko was stuck in the back seats. She could tell he wasn’t happy with her sitting next to Sokka, but she ignored it. They were just being plain childish, and it was giving her a headache.

“Oh, Y/N,” Sokka started. “I went to-”

"Sokka, go left," Zuko interuppted. Sokka sighed and turned the wheel, following through with Zuko’s command. 

As the car turned, it pushed Y/N to the side of the car, forcing her to lean on the car door. Deciding not to get up, she nuzzled closer to the car window, her warm breath fogging it up. She blinked, trying to stop the growing sleepiness clouding her head. 

Y/N heard Sokka ramble on about his day in the background, and her eyes closed for a second... just a second. She was just so... exhausted...

"Hey... Y/N? Are you asleep?" Sokka's voice asked softly. He poked her side, making her slightly stir awake. She tried to lift her heavy eyelids. Wow, she felt so sluggish.

"What, is Sokka boring?" Zuko laughed, as Sokka gasped, offended. "I should have been the one driving next to her."

"Y/NNN- how could you fall asleep in the middle of my story?" Sokka shook Y/N awake with his free arm. "Come on, you can't leave me with Zuko."

"Hmm?" Y/N hummed quietly, letting them know she was awake. Her voice was raspy; she had a sore throat, but the boys seemed to wave it off as a symptom of sleepiness.

"Am I too boring for you?" Sokka asked.

"No, of course no-"

"So you're saying you'd be with Sokka rather than me?" Zuko accused.

"N-no-"

"So you'd rather be with Zuko?"

"What? You guys are arguing for no reason," she mumbled, but the two boys ignored her.

"Of course she'd rather be with me; she's just too nice to say that to your face," Sokka argued, his voice increasing in volume.

"No, then why would she fall asleep while you were talking? You're boring." Zuko's voice was also loud.

"Please stop," Y/N whispered, rubbing her temples, and this gesture didn’t go unnoticed. Sokka and Zuko froze at once, watching her with concern.

"You have a headache? Are you sick?" Sokka asked immediately. Y/N sighed and nodded.

"Is... that why you fell asleep- because you were sick?" Zuko added, and Y/N nodded again weakly, and sighed. Sokka reached out next to him and put his hand on her forehead.

"Y/N, you're burning up..." Sokka gasped.

"Let me see," Zuko mumbled, placing his hand on her forehead. He sighed. "Y/N, you feel really warm."

"I'm so sorry for waking you up- it would have been better for you to stay asleep," Sokka apologized.

"No, no. It's my fault." She shivered, pulling Sokka's jacket tighter. “If I knew I was sick, I shouldn’t have come with you guys.”

"Here, have my jacket, too." Zuko wrapped his jacket over her as well, draping it over her shoulders.

"She doesn't need more than one, Zuko," Sokka scoffed quietly. "Anyways, we can go home if you'd like?"

"Oh, no, don't worry about me! We can go get dinner or something, it's just a headache. It'll go away," she reassured them.

"I don't know..." Zuko said. "Maybe we can get something to eat at your house?" Sokka turned around, heading back towards Y/N's home.

"I agree, you need rest." Sokka looked at her in the mirror. "Sorry to break it to ya, but you don't look so good."

"Okay... if that's alright..." she said, and Sokka smiled.

Everyone arrived at Y/N's house, and Zuko helped you out.

"Shall we?" he asked, gently grabbing your hand.

"C'mon, Y/N," Sokka said, glaring at Zuko. He grabbed your other hand, and pulled you along.

"Y/N," Zuko muttered.

"Zuko, let go of her," Sokka said, warningly.

"Who do you think I am? I don't have to listen to you," Zuko snapped back.

"You guys are driving me insane, can't you both just shut up and get along?" Her voice now matched theirs in volume, and the two stopped arguing, looking apologetic.

Boy, were you lightheaded all of a sudden. She staggered on her feet, and she buried her face in her hands. Not now...

"What's wrong?" Sokka's voice immediately asked.

"Are... are we scaring you? We promise it's not going to get too serious..." Zuko sounded concerned. She could feel both of the boys' arms hovering around her body, trying to protect her, catch her if she fell, or give her reassurance.

"No, no..." she breathed. "I'm.. fine..." With that, she promptly passed out.

Both boys rushed to be the one who caught Y/N. Zuko scooped her up into his arms, and he carried her into her room, leaving Sokka alone.

Zuko gently laid her down onto her bed, pulling the blanket over her. With a swift kiss that he was tempted to do all evening, he got up and headed out the door.

"Well..." he said, glancing at Sokka. The atmosphere was now awkward, and neither boy was going to leave for a while...

Y/N woke up, and judging from her headache and how warm she felt, she wasn't any better. Groaning, she got out of bed, expecting to be alone, but she was wrong.

She opened her eyes to see two boys asleep on the couch. They had stayed...

Medicine was laid out for her on the counter, and she gladly took it.

"Y/N?" Zuko's voice croaked, making her jump.

"Oh, hey... I wasn't expecting you two to stay..." she said, and he rolled his eyes.

"Of course we stayed... you feeling better?" Concern was written all over his face.

"I still feel like trash..." she answered truthfully.

"Maybe I can kiss it better," Sokka said with a small, playful smile, now awake as well, and she laughed.

"Anyways, thank you both..." She gave a quick kiss on both of their foreheads, making both of them blush. "Now, get some rest at home... I'll be fine."

"No way, I'm staying," both said at the same time. Y/N sighed; there was no way of getting rid of them, and she loved them for that.

"Do you need anything?" Sokka asked, getting up to get her some water.

"Nah, I'm alright... we can watch a movie, though?" She flopped onto the couch, in between the two boys. She turned on the classic Meet the Robinsons and laid back.

Both boys rested their heads on her shoulders, and she laughed.

"You two are idiots, you're going to get sick." They shrugged, and she smiled.

LMAOBDJJEEK OKAY WHOO IM TIRED BUT I WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT

this is totally unedited too IM SORRY

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