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𝓒𝓗. 𝓘𝓘 — [𓋩𓏏] (‘𝔁𝓽𝓶𝓽’ | 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽)

𝐂𝐇. 𝐈𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓.

[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ you decide the terms of the pact. khonshu is just bemused enough to allow you to do so. pairing ☽ khonshu/singlemom!avatar!reader word count ☾ 5.8k a/n ☽ [header credit] ⤏ i am…a bit overwhelmed with the warm reception to my idle domestic fantasies (feat. the least domestic character ever written) so far. i was worried i’d come to join the fandom too late lol. thank y’all so much for your words of welcome—moon knight is now my new special niche to escape from daily life and it gives me so many feelings even though i know so little about the lore. but ancient egypt? that’s an old, careworn dress i wear well. a lot of what i expound on here is based on things i know or have read in my reawakening from childhood adoration. (the amount of articles/entries i’ve read about khonshu lately is nuts. don’t at me.)⤏ this chapter is a bit uneventful, but a little more set-up is a necessary evil. i tried to make it entertaining to compensate, at least. is this how one writes “comedy”? who knows? certainly not me.☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS CHAPTER ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT CHAPTER ☽

Clumsy, slurred introductions when you were half-conscious had at least afforded him to know your name, in the midst of all the chaos that had followed.

After much deliberation (and quite a long time leafing through multiple worn, dog-eared name books with one hand as the other arm cradled the newborn voraciously breastfeeding, lips pursed and brows furrowed in thought), you named the boy Badru for the night he was born, opting to refer to him as 'Ru' whenever you spoke to him in an unwavering, soft and loving tone. It was a fine name; one that pleased Khonshu for the small funnel of energy that it sent him through the child's newly-strung tether—as pale as starlight illuminating dewy spider’s silk, thin and tenuous, but undoubtedly brimming of potential.

You refused to be separated from the babe for any extended lengths of time, and the nurses all shook their heads with amused smiles whenever you reached for him with splayed hands, like a child yourself, to return him to your grasp. "Found the love of her life now, she has," said one to her shadowing intern, smiling all the while. A handful of your colleagues stopped in to greet the newborn and check in on you one by one, gushing about his apparent cuteness.

Khonshu elected not to disturb you for the time being, as you had quite enough on your plate. The doctors could not understand how you had no wounds when it had been plainly obvious you'd lost an alarming amount of blood in the time before the EMTs had picked you up and had rushed you to the hospital; the nurses were astounded at how easy of a time you'd had during the birth itself, with little to no pain and strain despite it being your first. You should have been exhausted, yet you were still awake and alert and ready to face all of the routine post-labor tests and procedures performed for the most part.

You faced an entirely different beast, however, when Lizzie finally arrived half an hour after the fact, as red in the face as the hair piled on top of her head.

("What do you mean you tried to drive yourself?!"

You shrugged. "I thought it would save time."

"The doctors said you nearly bled out on the sidewalk!"

"Just a scratch," you'd returned. "I'm all right."

The ginger had growled and gestured towards the babe still sleeping, blissfully unaware, in your arms. "You're lucky you didn't lose him, too!"

"Lucky, indeed," you'd murmured, eyes glancing around the room and passing right over Khonshu's slumped form on the changing station in the corner. Whether you'd actually been trying to find him, he couldn't say, since you'd already been doing your damnedest to avoid her blazing eyes already.)

The ginger, armed with an overnight bag on each shoulder for the both of you, made herself quite at home in the room despite the tight space and the constant influx of perplexed, curious physicians and assistants. It didn't take long for her to grow tired of all the poking and prodding you'd been wordlessly enduring up until then, shooing them all out when your primary OB/GYN had confirmed that, yes, everything was fine, and there weren't any other required tests to be done. One had let you know she'd be back to check on you and the baby in an hour, and took Lizzie's ire in perfect stride.

"Page me if you need me," she said.

"I will," you responded.

Khonshu eased back into the pale cream sheet rock to the side of the windowsill, fingers drumming on his knee as he rolled his staff in his other hand. He observed silently as Lizzie dimmed the lights, reached through him to draw the curtains shut (and shivering at his presence, despite her conscious ignorance), and settled into the recliner in the corner. "I'd offer to take him, but I know better."

"I'm fine," you told her, leaning into the pillows with your head tipped back. Your eyes were closed, the top of your gown was still draped around your waist, and your skin nearly glowed in the wan shafts of moonlight peeking in through the window. Badru was sleeping soundly, and Khonshu studied the child’s features carefully.

As his blessings had worked before, the child's traits were mostly shared with his mother. A smattering of downy hair on his head matched the strands framing your face, his skin nearly melded where his body was in contact with yours, and his delicate features almost mirrored your own face. He was a healthy weight (perhaps overly so), and thus far no issues had been discovered by the physicians. A miracle, some had whispered, though any Khonshu’s blessings were rarely counted as such anymore.

The moon god’s fingers curled around his staff, the weathered gauze creaking over his knuckles. You were fine, he knew. You were no longer in any danger, thanks to his abilities—he was perfectly able to take his leave.

And yet...

"...He's precious," Lizzie commented after a while, looking up from her tablet. "You couldn't have asked for a better baby, despite everything."

"I agree," you murmured, opening your eyes to gaze down at Ru warmly. "Despite everything."

Khonshu's shoulders tightened, and he finally slipped further back into the astral plane. He had other things to which he needed to attend, and...

...Well. That you had nearly died and were made to suffer by his mistake continued to weigh heavily on him.

The aftereffects of your pregnancy were unforgiving, it seemed, despite the abundance of time he'd granted you to recover. The babe slept through the night regularly, ate consistently, and had very few complications overall—all signs typical of Khonshu's blessings. But with the child finally separated from his mother, you were beginning to feel the acuity of postpartum symptoms without the abundant source of magic you’d unknowingly carried to full term.

The toll taken upon your body lingered in the torn muscles, the fluctuating hormones, and the sheer anatomical overhaul as it struggled to recalibrate back to its prior state now that its nine-month long duty had been executed successfully. Khonshu continued to observe quietly, as he always did—though his healing had preserved your health and repaired the grievous damages inflicted during the labor process, he could not resolve old wounds already healed; anything cosmetic in nature he could scarcely reverse, likewise.

Despite these rigors, arguably worse than the pregnancy itself, you remained steadfast. You took supplements intended to benefit your system despite suspecting that they made little difference, allowed Lizzie to step in to give you moments of rest, and took snatches of time to tend to your temple—though they were not nearly as long as necessary, nor as long as you wanted. Your baths were cut short by Badru growing hungry, your meals interrupted by his stomachaches, your sleep interrupted by his upset when he was awakened by the racket that the young, fratty neighbors caused next door. Despite the boundless adoration for your child, you grew wearier by the day.

It was beginning to affect your mental state. Depression was common, yet you hid yours deceptively well with cleverly timed chuckles and wide smiles and quick-witted jokes. You wanted to give your child everything you had, but you only had so much to give. That your body had undergone such drastic changes in such a short amount of time was leaving you overwhelmed—you’d attended the gymnasium for exercises regularly before your divorce, had kept a strict diet, and made certain to keep a consistent sleep schedule (even before that man had curated it all to be suitable for and encouraging of conception). You were still recovering your full strength, were forced to eat more limited meals based on Lizzie’s income directly influencing her grocery list, and only slept around the child’s own slumber cycle. It was dragging, hindering your esteem and enthusiasm—particularly for your self-image—as the weeks passed.

So when Khonshu caught you alone late one evening at the height of dusk, staring at yourself in the mirror in nothing but your underclothes with your eyes fixated upon the cracked skin of your lower abdomen, he didn't need to perceive your thoughts to know what you were thinking—the dour set of your brow and jaw, combined with the inexorable, disheartened dullness in your eyes, told him plenty. It was a common reaction, he knew, but one he had suspected you would stand above.

He watched your frown deepen as your fingertips traced the skin, following the spindling, pale stretch marks lacing your navel and stomach. The heavy, defeated sigh you gave caused your entire body to deflate, and the shame in your eyes shifted to deprecation.

That simply wouldn’t do.

Khonshu allowed himself to manifest visibly on your plane, standing by the side of your bed to allow you to see his reflection in the mirror. It took you a moment to acknowledge his presence, but when your eyes flicked up and registered him, your expression hardened back into that careful neutrality he’d grown accustomed to observing while you were in public over the last few months.

"Could've knocked first," you said, only telegraphing your discomfort in the way your shoulders tightened as you reached over and grabbed the discarded sweater from where it had been draped over the footboard. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Khonshu straightened. It is time to begin your training.

You stilled as the plush, woven cashmere fell halfway down your thighs, obscuring the majority of your body from his view. An incredulous wrinkle formed on your brow. "You realize I've never been in a real fight in my life, right?"

That does not surprise me. He took a step closer, leaning down to peer directly into your face. You didn't flinch once, even as he tilted his head to get a better look at the dark half-circles under your eyes. Your time as my Moon Knight begins as soon as you are able to hold your own against our adversaries.

You frowned. "We haven't exactly gone over the details of this arrangement."

He shifted his hand higher up on the grip of his staff. You never asked.

"I haven't seen hide nor hair of you in nearly a full month. I almost thought I had hallucinated the whole thing." You placed your hands on your hips, lips thinning. "And I didn't exactly have the opportunity, by the way—you didn’t exactly give me your number."

All you need do is call on me, he told you. We are linked, and there is nowhere on this earth I would be unable to reach you.

"I'll...try not to feel weirded out by that." You rubbed your face. "So what does being your 'Moon Knight' entail, actually?"

I explained it to you already.

Your brows furrowed. "Well, forgive me if I was a little preoccupied at the time to retain much of what was happening. Please, enlighten me."

Very well. Khonshu reached out to you, palm up and fingers beckoning. Come with me.

"Where are we going?" you questioned dubiously, glancing towards the cracked door letting in the light from the kitchen.

Somewhere close. You will be returned if they have need of you.

"...Fine." You eyed his extended fingers with some reticence, then slowly placed your hand in his, nearly half the size—your brows rose slightly, as though you hadn’t expected him to be corporeal.

In an instant, he slipped you through the fabric of material reality with him. He felt your gasp before he heard it, and your knees nearly buckled when the pair of you rematerialized on the roof of Lizzie’s apartment building. "What the hell?"

You may as well become accustomed to my means of travel. Khonshu gestured to the dark sky stretched over your head, the stars winking weakly in the pollution of light spilling from the city’s center. The moon was in the process of waxing out of its shadow, but at the moment it was a mere sliver. Khonshu would be unable to give you a full demonstration of the abilities his abilities granted, but he could at least start with the basics. Summon my armor.

"What?" you asked, confused.

My ceremonial armor. Khonshu gestured towards your body. You must summon it to stand any sort of chance against the enemies you are soon to face.

"I don't know how to do that.”

He tilted his head at you, shoulders going rigid. You did so before.

"Again," you said with a sigh, tapping your temple, "I can't remember jack-shit of that night.” You turned away from him, bracing your hands on your hips and dropping your head in thought. “Just...just give me a minute."

Khonshu sighed, despite having no need to do so. (Mannerisms by proxy to those who did for centuries, he suspected.) Did he really want to start from scratch just because you had mothered the first child he'd blessed in literal thousands of years? The other members of the Ennead would surely scrutinize his choice of you as his avatar—if he ever even cared to know what they thought of him. Perhaps he would be better off seeking someone of a seasoned caliber, with plentiful experience and skill to carry out his orders. He had already been inactive long enough that old, ugly heads of the perpetual hydra of injustice were rearing back up again.

You gasped, more softly (and more muffled) than before, and Khonshu raised his head—the pull of his power was unmistakable.

In a matter of seconds, you'd already learned to draw on his abilities without instruction.

His armor adapted to your form well, and you were inspecting your wrapped hands and body with round, glowing eyes rendered stark white under the shadow the hood cast over your concealed face. You looked up at him and he could only sense your smile rather than see it.

"Happy?" you asked him, clearly more enthused than he'd seen you in a while.

It is...a sufficient start. He pointed the curved head of his staff at your torso, where the twin of his own emblem was wrapped tightly against your sternum and glittering in the lukewarm streetlight. Now, focus. Summon your weapon.

You blinked. "My weapon?"

Yes. You will be hard-pressed to be able to defend yourself with little more than your hands.

"Where is it?" you asked, twisting and turning and looking down at your hips as though it was already attached to you.

You must summon it, like the armor, through your will.

"Is it a staff like yours? Knives? I need something to visualize."

It will manifest itself as an extension of your desire to protect and defend, he explained, and it will take its form accordingly.

You sighed and gave him a rather dry glare. "...You're not helping very much, you know."

Khonshu used both hands to swing the breadth of his staff at you in response. You let out a yelp and threw your forearms up to block your face, but the blow stopped short of actually striking you as ancient, worn wood clanged against solid metal. You blinked rapidly, reminiscent of a failing lightbulb, at the khopesh swords gleaming golden and razor-thin clenched in your fists.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, and he could hear your smile this time. “Sick sickles!”

Interesting, the god of the moon hummed, mostly to himself. It had been a very, very long time since any of his avatars had been suitable to wield such traditional weapons. Why you, of all, he wondered. Now we may begin.

“What exactly does that mean?” you asked, dropping your hands to gaze up at him, but this time his quick swing made contact on your hip with a scarcely muffled thwack. You cursed as your leg collapsed, hands shooting out to catch your fall—the khopeshes disintegrated into a shower of golden sparks as the magic you’d concentrated was lost by distraction. You rubbed the sore place while you knelt on your knees, shooting him a nasty look decipherable even through the mask. “What the hell, you mummified crow? I wasn’t expecting that!”

You can never expect your enemies to give you fair warning, he scolded you, thumping the base of his staff into the concrete below his feet. You must always be alert and aware of any potential threats around you.

“You still haven’t bothered to answer any of my questions,” you snapped, climbing unsteadily back to stand. You blinked when your thigh held strong without further pain, though you suppressed your confusion. “I’m not doing another damned thing until you tell me exactly what it is you want from me.”

Khonshu straightened to his full height, gazing down his beak with flaring indignation at your defiance. Few mortals spoke to him in such a manner, and fewer still lived much longer afterward. However, this was one of the qualities that had drawn him to you as his next avatar in the first place—your inner fire, your lack of fear despite the odds against you, your refusal to back down even when you were broken down and destitute. These you displayed with quiet, restrained ferocity in court, defending your rights, reasons, and retaliations. He shouldn’t have been surprised that you would direct the very same barricade at him since he’d inadvertently backed you into a corner.

Since your memory seems to have failed you so remarkably, he rumbled, grasping loosely at what vestiges of patience he possessed, I will deign to remind you. I am the god Khonshu, representing the moon. I am the traveler, the pathfinder, the protector, and the healer for those who travel under my watch during the night. I am justice for those who are harmed under my domain, and the judge, jury, and executioner to those who harm them. You, he continued, poking the pectoral strapped over your chest with the end of his staff, are now my avatar—my eyes, my voice, my fist. Your duty, per our agreement, is to uphold my creed, by any means necessary. Therefore, you possess my armor, my weapons, and my abilities in order to do so. I will protect your son and heal you in exchange for your services until our contract should terminate and we part ways.

You squinted at him for a long moment, gauging. Rarely did you speak without thought, unlike himself.

“...You’re really real, aren’t you?” you asked finally, softly.

Did you have any room for doubt, after what you have experienced thus far? he asked flatly.

“Oh, don’t underestimate my capacity for crazy. I’m surprised I haven’t gone bonkers sooner.” You looked down at the armor encasing your arms and hands once more, contemplative. Then your eyes turned up to study him in a long, upwards sweep. Khonshu shifted from one foot to the other. “...Are you the reason I didn’t die?”

The short answer would be the easiest explanation, so he settled for a resigned, Yes.

“And you’ll protect Ru?”

I made a vow to do so.

“Do you intend to keep it?”

He tilted his head, peering down at you. You dare to question my word, mortal?

You shrugged. “I’ve read mythology before, granddaddy long-beak. It wouldn’t surprise me if you had some kind of contingency plan or loophole to get your way if I didn’t agree.”

…Hm. You were sharp. Very sharp. It would probably be best to dismiss you now.

And yet…

Khonshu leaned in until he loomed over your unflinching form, gripping his staff tightly. …Do not call me that.

You tilted your head to the side. “Or what, you’ll squash me like a bug?”

Do not tempt me. I have done far worse to mouthier humans for far less.

“Do you make a habit of intimidating the people you rely on to do your work?”

He stopped. If he could scowl to make his point, he would, but he settled on retracting the hood and wrappings from your face with a flick of his fingers. Your brow was raised, and you appeared infuriatingly unimpressed. Do you make a habit of spitting in the face of a being who could wipe you from this existence with but a thought?

“Occasionally. College boxing got boring.”

Khonshu wanted to snip back to get the upper hand, but the murmur of confusion on the edge of his hearing caused his skull to turn. With a resounding snap of his fingers, the pair of you were whisked back into your room—you reached out and grabbed his arm to steady yourself, gaping in surprise at the sudden movement. The soft knocking on your bedroom door stopped.

“...you all right in there?” Liz called through the wood, concerned.

“Yeah,” you called, glancing down helplessly at the armor still swathing your form. Khonshu swept his hand, and the linen dissipated with naught but a whisper. You cast him a grateful look, even as you stepped closer to the door. “Uh—something wrong with Ru?”

“No, just letting you know supper’s ready.”

“Okay, thanks. Be out in a minute.”

Khonshu turned with a low grumble, displeased. If you wish to retract your consent, the sooner you state so the better. The search would be long enough on its own without having to wait for you to make up your mind. He hadn’t prepared a backup option, much to his hindsight-guided chagrin.

“Khonshu.”

He eyed you over his shoulder, watching you fiddle with the hem of your sweater.

Thoughtful, you regarded him for a moment. “...Let me think about it, alright?”

Rarely do I give mortals the option, he responded. They choose to serve, or they choose not to serve. It is superfluous to deliberate upon so simple a question.

“Yet you’re still here, listening,” you pointed out, unnecessarily. At his extended, frustrated, and expectant silence, you continued, “Just…give me a day. I’ll have my answer by tomorrow. I promise.”

He had little other choice—any stemming from convenience, anyway. And despite every factor posing against his choosing you for the work he had in store—inexperience, innocence, the like—you seemed promising. It was a gamble of time and effort he would be forced to accept, but it was also a gamble he was (shockingly) willing to take.

…You have until midnight, he finally acquiesced, and turned away from you completely.

He took a step and dematerialized, only surfacing when he was on the other side of the country overlooking the nail-thin crescent glimmering off the waves of the coast and highlighting the chalky white cliffs standing sentinel to their continuous bombardment.

You were a source of inevitable trouble, Khonshu knew. You were unnervingly intelligent and had already seen right through him with less than two full conversations. But he so rarely held interactions with mortals who actually stood as his self-perceived equals, who didn’t cower and supplicate, and who did not fear him (immediately, at least). The very thing that aggravated his pride as a god having lived over five thousand years longer than your comparative wink of existence—your audacity to question and to force him into a corner—made him desire to instate you officially as his avatar all the greater.

Khonshu only supposed it was rather fortunate that he, of the entire Kemetic pantheon, was one of the original perpetrators and orchestrators of trouble.

You were waiting for him on the cramped, rather pitiful excuse of a terrace jutting out from Elizabeth’s apartment’s living room when midnight struck true the next night, the curtains drawn shut behind the sliding glass door for privacy. You gazed out into the street below, a ceramic mug of coffee grasped in one hand while the other drummed relentlessly against the galvanized, black iron railing. Your expression was tight and drawn, and you despite your slouched position bracing yourself over the railing every muscle in your body was rigid. He could sense your uncertainty before he even slipped out of the astral plane and settled upon the dormer directly overlooking the terrace. He allowed one leg to dangle while using the other to brace the arm grasping his staff, tipping his head as he materialized into your field of vision.

You’ve considered your answer, then? he rumbled.

To your credit, you didn’t flinch, only turned your head sharply to stare up at him. “Yes.”

He made an expectant, open-handed gesture. And?

“I’ll do it.” You pointed at him, shifting to face him fully. “On one condition.”

Outside of my agreement to safeguard your child? he questioned. How bold of you.

“I try.” Flashing him a brief, wry smile, you looped your arms over your chest and balanced the mug against your forearm. You quickly returned to being serious. “I want to be able to maintain my freedom, above all else. I’ve got to work to maintain myself, and I’ve got Ru to take care of. If you can’t allow me that, then I’m afraid you’ll have to find another person.”

Khonshu hummed. I see.

You raised a brow, frowning slightly and leaning against the rail. “Is that a problem?”

…No, the moon god replied finally, leaning back and gazing briefly off to the side. My avatars are allowed to pursue normal lives outside of their obligations to me. It is just difficult to do so—or so I’ve been told. He resettled his vacant stare upon the arches and curves of your face. But as I said, should you decide to end our arrangement, you are able to do so. I cannot bind an unwilling mortal to me, no matter the circumstances.

“Okay, I wasn’t sure how it all worked. That’s good to know.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, then reached up to him. “Do we have a deal?”

He studied your palm for a long moment, then reached down to grasp its narrow, warm expanse. Your grip was firm, unshaking, and the god of the moon finally dipped his head. Yes.

“Great.” You smiled fully, then, teeth glimmering despite the shadow he cast over you. “When do we start?”

The glass door slid open abruptly, and Khonshu watched you jump back as though you’d been scalded. Lizzie, swathed in her robe, poked her frizzy head through the curtains with a wrinkled brow, glancing around the terrace skeptically. “Who’re you talking to?”

“The moon,” you responded point blank, too quick for any prior thought. You gripped the railing with white knuckles, glancing up at him through your peripheral as though afraid that the ginger would spot him.

“Not the oddest thing I’ve heard you say,” she replied, shaking her head. She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “Ru’s stirring. Think he’s hungry.”

“Again?” you breathed in disbelief. “Good god, that kid can eat.”

“I think you ought to let him cry a little, give those dimwit frat boys next door a taste of their own medicine,” snarked the ginger, yawning halfway through.

“I will,” you assured. “Go back to bed.”

“Yep.” Your friend needn’t have been told twice, and retreated from whence she came.

Once alone again, you looked up at Khonshu and gave him a rather sheepish expression.

We will begin after supper, it would seem, Khonshu deadpanned.

“Yeah,” you said, clearly embarrassed. “Right. See you in a bit.”

Khonshu shook his head as you slipped back into the apartment and quietly shut the door behind you with the click of the lock.

That first night progressed…slowly.

Your enthusiasm waned rather quickly when you realized how unforgiving he was when it came to teaching how to navigate active combat. Your thoughts, initially abuzz with musings of old-world assassins and films painfully inaccurate to any true source of Kemetic history, was forced to refocus upon the instructions he attempted to drill into your head. The act of dodging a lone staff swung at half-strength from an unmoving opponent was, apparently, more difficult than he had realized.

Again. You will never survive a fight if you continue to dance about like a drunkard.

"I'm trying," you ground out through gritted teeth, stumbling and cursing when the copper crescent thwacked bodily against your gauze-padded ribs for the fourth time. “I needn’t remind you that I’ve never been in a real fight in my life.”

That is increasingly obvious, Khonshu sighed. Try harder. You must move out of range, not off to the side. All I need do is turn to counter it.

“But you’re still hitting me!” you growled, ducking beneath another half-hearted swing and shuffling to his flank. “I can’t help that you’ve got arms longer than an octopus!”

The moon god reached around his hip and caught you right in the solar plexus, just barely unprotected by the stiff pectoral with his underhanded strike. You folded in half and wheezed as the breath gushed from your lungs at once.

Get up. You cannot stop, not even when you feel you must.

One solitary, shakily extended finger caused him to release a low, disbelieving scoff.

The second night you fared little better, but by the third night, you were growing lighter on your feet. To avoid the smarting sting of Khonshu’s reach, you danced and twirled and leapt out of range, and he actually missed more than once. He used more of his power once you proved to understand the basics of staying on the balls of your arches.

When the waxing crescent hung over your head, he demonstrated the capabilities of the khopeshes you were able to summon (though not without some lingering trial and error). They were sturdy and could cut through flesh easily, but he advised that you avoid hacking away at anything denser than bone, lest they fail to last long in a fight before being forced to reconstruct them with the limited supply of power you already possessed. He began to incorporate them into your defense, showing you basic motions of exchanges step by step, and soon you were deflecting his staff swung at his full strength with quick, measured swipes of your own.

On the night of the first quarter, he explained the limits of his armor. It provided rapid healing, but did not render you immortal, enhanced your physical abilities twice over, and provided night vision more acute than any natural predator’s. It allowed you to glide along drafts of wind, whether or not summoned by him, and the cloak would catch you if you fell unintentionally. You only attempted a jump once, and you’d chosen then to inform him that you were (slightly, you’d insisted) afraid of heights. Khonshu had told you to repress that fear lest it paralyze you in the heated midst of battle. You’d smartly responded that you hadn’t hung in space since the dawn of time.

Upon the waxing gibbous, he took you on a tentative run around the city. He directed you to scuffle with a couple of thieves and to dissuade some predators of a different kind with well-timed, peripheral appearances that inspired enough apprehension for them to quit their hunts. You returned home antsy yet elated, brimming with thoughts Khonshu was forced to block lest they bombard him, but when he’d returned you to your room and you’d heard Ru crying quietly in his crib while Lizzie tried to soothe him, your excitement was dashed.

“Why didn’t you call for me?” you asked her rhetorically, and Khonshu could sense your inner turmoil. Would you have been able to hear her? Would Khonshu have returned you while in the middle of a quarrel? What if she’d opened the door and found you absent from your bed?

“I was trying to let you get some rest,” she explained helplessly, passing the babe to your arms with exasperation and guilt in equal measure written into the weariness of her eyes. “Fat load of good that did, huh?”

Ru quietened within minutes of your gentle rocking, soft cooing, and attentive feeding, and was put back to bed along with the frazzled ginger.

“He’s fine, I’m fine, we’re fine—go the hell back to sleep,” you told her firmly, all while pushing her down the hall. “You’ve got to work in a few hours.”

“I know,” she sighed. “You just work so hard already, keeping the house on top of Ru, it just makes me feel like I don’t do enough.”

“You do more than you should,” you scolded, smacking her lightly on the arm. “Believe me. I will never be able to repay you for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Sure. Never mind keeping up with all the damned laundry,” she sighed, opening her door.

“I’m not the one with the self-motivational lingerie collection,” you joked. “Go sleep.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You waited until the door closed behind her before letting your shoulders fall.

“We need to iron this out a little more,” you told Khonshu once you returned to your room, pacing the foot of your bed. “I can’t just leave without Lizzie knowing. It’s one thing for her to babysit, but another for me to bail on her.”

Khonshu deigned to settle into your windowsill, slowly drumming his fingers on his thigh. Your dedication to me is your primary duty, he reminded you, as you are responsible for every last mortal who walks in the night.

“I can’t exactly tell her that,” you responded flatly. “She already thinks I’m crazy as it is. ‘Oh, by the way, I’m working an extra night shift by serving an ancient god who gives me superpowers like the Avengers. Can you watch my son while I put myself into danger every night?’ How do you think that would go over?”

You mortals have invented stranger things, he reminded you, needlessly.

“I know that, I’m just…” You scrubbed a palm down your face, then dropped it as your eyes rounded. “Oh, god, what will I do about work?” Khonshu tilted his head to reply, but you held up a finger. “No, no—I know what you’re going to say, and no, I can’t quit. I’ve got to support Ru—Lizzie can’t carry all three of us off the questionable generosity of that tub of lard she calls a boss, and I don’t exactly think you offer a salary. And I can’t switch to days because I have to watch him.” You groaned, turning to sit heavily on the edge of your mattress. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

You have more time until your leave is obsolete, correct? he pressed.

You peered up at him through your fingers. “Yeah?”

I will continue to impart my knowledge in training until you return. The night is long—there will be time for you to continue my work more directly than you already do, he finished with a single nod.

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

He regarded you for a long moment, then stood. You have already been a protector of those vulnerable during the night, he answered. You now standing as my Moon Knight alters nothing except your reach of influence.

Mouth opening in realization, you blinked rapidly as Khonshu withdrew from your view and stepped back into the astral plane. He regarded your shock for a moment, then turned away.

Was it so surprising that you’d already been his servant before either of you had realized?

#fanfiction #moon knight #khonshu #reader insert #khonshu/reader #khonshu x reader #mine #original character(s)#original male character(s)#original female character(s)#fisara's codices

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sagecodex · 3 years ago

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My favorite skin-building scripts

Every skin designer has their go-to scripts and codes when building out a new skin. Beneath the cut are the codes that I HAVE to have, aka cannot live without now that they’re out there.

What are your must have features?

Add labels to form inputs - by kjSage - I didn’t realize how unfriendly jcink can be to the visually impaired until kjSage pointed it out. This script adds labels to the form inputs to help screen readers. We love an accessible web forum!

Add missing bbcode buttons - by FizzyElf - adds line, strikethrough, dice roller bbcode buttons

Arbitrary memberlist filters - by FizzyElf - like the oh-so-popular isotope filtering memberlist but better. Sort the list by whatever parameters you want.

Autocopy permalink - by Yuno - adds a button that auto-copies the link to a post to your clipboard.

Automatic claims - by Essie - pulls info from the memberlist so you never have to submit claims manually again.

Auto claims - by FizzyElf - like essi’s auto claims, but works in webpages as well as posts.

Edit profile section headers - by FizzyElf - add section headers for your custom profile fields in the user control panel!

Increase/Decrease font size - adds buttons to let your users increase/decrease the font size to their reading preference. Uses local storage to save their preferences on the machine.

Main profile thread tracker - by FizzyElf - adds an auto thread tracker to the main profile and shows if the user posted in it last. There are other variations on Fizzy’s site to use in threads and such too.

Move the jcink alerts popup - by Morrigan - you know the alerts popup that was on the jcink default skin? This lets you move it and style it on your custom skin.

Popout profile - by Essie - instead of opening the user profile in a new page, loads it into a popout window.

Quote/code copy to clipboard - by Widowspeak - auto-highlights codes and copies them to your clipboard with one click. Never ctrl+c again. You can also use this for the permalink in posts!

Quote in quick reply - by Cory - when you go to quote a post, a popup asks if you want to quote it in a quick reply so you don’t always have to load a new screen.

Recent topics clip - by Essie - lets you place and style the recent topics list anywhere on the index.

Remove leading comma in topic description - by Em - as the title says lol.

Style tooltips - by Malihu - lets you style the tooltips (the popup titles when you hover over stuff).

Style jcink pages for mobile - by Sage - makes jcink’s default web view pages better to look at on mobile. (not actually a script but I’m plugging it here anyway)

Toggle light/dark mode - by FizzyElf - lets your users toggle between light and dark mode.

For any FizzyElf codes, please read their Terms of Use before including their codes in your skins that are not personal projects.

#jcink #codes #side note: why don't we call these plugins?#bc they're really just plugins lmao #this list will expand over time i'm sure #so tune in for updates i guess #resources #rec #recommendation

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years ago

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What’s this? A new fic alert? Stay tuned for a new adventure starring you and Stephen Strange starting TOMORROW on my blog 💙

Want a little teaser? *accidentally drops something*

Am I a little too excited for this mini-series? Maybe. But I honestly don’t care lol I’m honestly just super proud of what I’ve been working on so far and this graphic header I designed 😂

can someone please share my excitement??? please? 🥺

#frostandflamesfanfic #frostandflamesupdates #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #doctor strange fanfiction #stephen strange fanfiction #elowynsmultiversialspoilers #elowynsays #come to your senses strange #ctys stephen

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brindletonboo · 3 years ago

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🌾 | ask game

i got tagged by @oakvy! participating because i have nothing else to do lol

why did you choose your url?

i’m a brindleton bay girl at heart and always will be, so i chose a user handle based on the world that came with cats and dogs! the “boo” was just a suffix i added. it was actually supposed to be “babe” or “bae” but url is taken so >:( i finally settled on “boo”!

how long have you been on tumblr?

i’m pretty new to tumblr! the first time i dipped my toes in was literally when i created this blog back in aug 2021. i was a young, naive girl who doesn’t even know how to navigate tumblr, let alone a sims blog.

do you have a queue tag?

no, i don’t know how queues work and i don’t ever wanna know how (dumb bitch alert)

why did you start your blog in the first place?

i just wanted a platform where i can share all the things i do in sims! i first opted for twitter but honestly, it never really clicked with me. plus it’s toxic as hell. i have an account there but it’s purely just for sharing my builds and a bit of my sims. i finally settled on tumblr because i’ve heard of simblrs and wanted to try running one too!

why did you choose your icon/pfp?

i like cats. end of story.

why did you choose your header?

it’s a pretty screenshot of cavalier cove in brindleton bay, so why not? :D

what's your post with the most notes?

as far as i know it’s my sim lookbook 2, currently sitting at 1,200+ notes and counting. i don’t even know why it’s blowing up 💔

how many mutuals do you have?

uh i think around a hundred or so?

how many followers do you have?

i just checked it and we’re at 1,870 rn! UNREAL. i still can’t believe that but i appreciate and love every single one of them!

not the p*rn bots, though.

have you ever made a shitpost?

i make a lot in my personal blog hehehe

how often do you use tumblr every day?

i check in every once in a while but only post once a day.

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

LMFAO first off, i love how this question has a follow-up one that asks about who won 💀 anyway i don’t think i’ve ever had an argument with another blog before, and i want to keep it that way. i don’t like getting into fights with other people online because;

1. it’s pointless.

2. you don’t even know me. why would i argue with you?

how do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

like @oakvy i have never encountered those posts before so...

do you like tag games?

maybe. i’m just afraid that i’ll annoy the people i tag in it 😭

do you like ask memes?

i’m okay with it!

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

this’ll make me sound like i’m bragging so i’m just gonna drop hints 👀

one is famous because of her aesthetic and sims (her sims are absolutely adorable. i admit, i reblog her posts a little too much) another is a popular cc creator, and the last makes insanely good edits/renders of her sims!

do you have a crush on a mutual?

nope. i already have a girlfriend. her name is @lexofcrows. /j

tagging @shady-sims, @rainymoodlet, @gothoffspring, and @sublimesims! feel free to ignore if you've done it already or if you don't feel like doing it! i’m kinda embarassed to do this so i hope it’s alright 👉👈

#nonsims #messages from the bay #brindletonboo

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innepttia · 3 years ago

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Header by @markmefistov for a WIP I’ve been slowly working on for Mass Effect involving minor characters aboard the Normandy! Fic to be posted soon.

(updated 7/29/2022)

Mass Effect, Hades (game), and Destiny 2 things I’m working on, things I’ve written, things on hiatus!

For Star Wars please go to my side blog

Mass Effect:

As It Was: a multi-chapter series about Nihlus x Samara (Nihmara, if you will), enemies to lovers. Nihlus lives-and-becomes-a-squadmate-in-ME2 AU. Samara tells her story about how she chased Nihlus across a planet for two weeks. Squadmate heavy story, very little Shepard in this fic. Full disclosure: I love this fic to death, but I am horrible at updating it. (Rated T)

Lungs: a multi-chapter drabble about Thane/fShepard. Just a bunch of stories about them falling in love and being a mess in no particular order. (Rated T)

Departed: a two-shot AU about Legion falling in love with fShepard, but she’s already in an established relationship with Garrus. Told from Legion’s POV. During the Quarian-Heretic Geth battle above Rannoch, a piece of Legion’s code gets downloaded, rewritten and sold. It’s uploaded as a passenger ship’s AI. Shepard and Garrus have booked passage on this ship, under the guise of needing to be transported to a far off planet. The pair uncover a shady secret on the ship while also trying to free this small part of Legion, who becomes more and more unstable. Lots of OC murder involved. (Rated T)

Hades (video game):

Nocturne No. 1 in D Minor: a multi-chapter fic about Zagreus and Thanatos between escape attempts. Established lovers. Lots of fluff and smut. (Rated E)

Completed fics that I’m excited about:

Empty Crown: a Mass Effect shrios one-shot. My fave fic I’ve written so far. You like dark Thane and a damaged fShepard? Then you’ll like this. (Rated E)

Rebel Yell: a multi-chapter vakarios fic. Mostly smut set between Shepard’s death and resurrection. What if Garrus and Thane met before ME2? What if they fell in love? (Rated E)

The Dreamer: 🚨cursed fic alert🚨Illusive Man/fShep. Nothing but smut. Little to no plot. Just Shep day dreaming and touching herself over some deranged power crazed old man. (Rated E)

hope is a dangerous thing: a Mass Effect fShep/Kaidan retirement fic. Pure fluff. (Rated T)

casual sabotage: a Mass Effect one-shot 100% crackfic. Thane/fShepard pairing. Shepard takes the crew to a galactic fair (similar to state fairs) and just straight up shenanigans occur… plus a sneaky BJ lol (Rated M)

Staying Up (Nightmare): a Mass Effect one-shot shoker fic. I am embarrassed to say I didn’t know about this pairing until I wrote the fic. Written for the Shadow Broker Files prompt: Nightmare. It’s a deeper dive (ish) into Joker’s reunion with fShepard in ME2. (Rated T)

On Hiatus:

Fire In My Head: a multi-chapter Mass Effect shakarian AU. fShepard is a rogue Spectre and Garrus is the new turian Spectre tasked with hunting her down and eliminating her. Enemies to lovers. (Rated M)

How Not to Drown: a Hades (video game) Thanatos/Zagreus two-shot. An exploratory fic into their early relationship. (Rated T)

F is for Friends who do stuff together: a tumblr only ficlet series about the presidium gardenkeeper x dark star lounge bartender, idiots to lover style (Rated G)

#sare shouts into the void #mass effect stuff #hades video game stuff #fanfic stuff

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morethanonepage · 3 years ago

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Tagged by @youandthemountains

1. why did you choose your url? i was trying to distance myself from my lj ~identity for no real reason except idk being weird, and i had originally wanted to have a travel blog so morethanonepage (off that not-actually-a-real-quote of st augustine that’s like “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.”) made sense at the time. and i don’t like changing my usernames (i only did it once on lj, to keep it from being as easily linked to my real-person identity). and i’ve never done it on tumblr.

2. any side-blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

i have a few random ones blogs i made and then never posted anything on, but the main ones that are side-blogs in the traditional sense are:

@canon-poe-dameron - mostly so i would have an excuse to comb through the poe tag and find things to get angry about. bc then i could be like, WELL YES IT MAKES ME UNHAPPY BUT I HAVE TO KEEP THE POE BLOG UPDATED!!! spoiler alert there’s so little worth reblogging to the poe blog anymore it’s just depressing on another level

@omit-the-reference - just a repository for historical gay ~things, mostly fiction but also some history/photographs bc it’s a favorite topic for me

@concretebunghole - NYC picture blog. I don’t update it much anymore, not least bc i’m. not in NYC a lot lately. but it’s from the 30 Rock mangling of the Jay-z lyrics “Baby I'm from New York/Concrete jungle where dreams are made of/There's nothing we can't do” (the 30 rock version being, “concrete bunghole where dreams are made up, there's nothing you can do.”)

@visiblemarket for fic posting; i don’t think people do this as much these days but having a fic blog was ~what you did~ on LJ for a while, so.

@ao3feed-constantine which is just an autopopulated feed thing but no one else had made one for Constantine (2014) fics so I figured i would.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

God i always forget and have to go check. Gimme a sec -- 11 years. Since July 18, 2010.

4. do you have a queue tag?

it’s “queue gardens” bc i thought that was very funny at the time (i lived in kew gardens, queens.)

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

GENUINELY do not remember. i was following a few blogs on tumblr dot com for a while (the main one i remember posted ~artistic pictures of diverse naked bodies in a nonsexual context, which i thought was interesting).

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

lol john’s dumb face makes me laugh, idk.

7. why did you choose your header?

genuinely also bc john looking like he’s aggressively riding dick when he’s ACTUALLY barricading the door of a church w a pew it so funny to me. love it when i get asks like “....um...what’s...what’s going on in your header?” like babe genuinely i don’t know either.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

this dumb thing that TERFs have somehow gotten a hold of.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

gonna guess at least three??

10. how many followers do you have?

2,302

11. how many people do you follow?

1,304

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

no all of my posts are 100% in earnest and intended to prompt deep and genuine reflection, nothing else

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

all day every day

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

i lost a friend i’d had since LJ days over (of course) star wars shit. i’m still a little :/ about it. we’d met in real life and everything.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

the minute i read “you need to reblog this” i stop reading.

16. do you like tag games?

i love answering them bc i’m obsessed w talking about myself, but i suck at tagging other people for them so i always end up feeling awks about it

17. do you like ask games?

generally i like them, i get a little bummed when i don’t get asked questions (when i post an ask game it’s bc i’m desperate for attention, so.).=

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

ME, BABEY

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

not at the moment!

20. tags?

see, answer to #16

#tag game

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saintsuppapong · 3 years ago

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I was tagged by the always wonderful Quan (@billkinsdancing), the lovely Juliette (@ahysopae) & the darling Dira (@tichawongtipkanon) almost a month ago haha oops to do this thing so here it is lmao.

1. Why did you choose your url? Because I adore Gunsmile Chanagun with every fibre of my being and I wanted a url that was related to him. Yup.

2. Any sideblogs? Yes. @niwatem is my sideblog. I mostly use it to reblog Thai/Taiwanese/Mainland Chinese/Korean/Japanese dramas/actors/actresses/etc. I know I put a lot of that on here as well, but this blog also has a fuckton of K-Pop too and I know some people aren’t super into idols and shit so... yeah.

(I originally made it because I had planned on writing fic for 2gether/My Engineer/other Thai series and didn’t want that to clog up my main, ya know? But it’s been a year and a half and I haven’t written any fic at all.)

3. How long have you been on Tumblr? It will be 11 years on July 26th lmao fuck.

4. Do you have a queue tag? Nope. I run on a queue most of the time so I don’t see the need to have a dedicated queue tag. Good luck on guessing if I’m actually online or not lol. Spoiler alert: I probably am.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? All of my Livejournal friends were talking about this new blog website called Tumblr so I made one for shits and giggles. I honestly didn’t think I was going to use it at all, but I’m still here so...

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp? Because Namtan Tipnaree is an ethereal goddess and I adore her.

7. Why did you choose your header? Because Bae Joohyun is very beautiful and I am very gay.

8. What's your post with the most notes? I have no fucking idea lmao.

9. How many mutuals do you have? No idea, honestly. Somewhere between 50-150? Idfk fam.

10. How many followers do you have? Almost 500 somehow? Which I cannot fathom at all because all I do here is reblog things from people a lot more talented than I am. I’m pretty sure a good portion of them are inactive though because the same 100+ people interact with my posts so...

11. How many people do you follow? 777, apparently. Welp, that’s embarrassing.

12. Have you ever made a shitpost? I’ve been here for almost 11 years so yeah probably.

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day? Most of the day, honestly. Unless I’m sleeping/at work/too high to know where I am. I have no social life atm because of the pandemic so I spend probably way too much fucking time on here/Twitter.

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? Fuck no. I’m too old for that shit. But I will block people without remorse if they have terrible opinions and/or have fought with a beloved mutual. Get out of here with that shit.

15. How do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts? They’re a goddamn guilt trip imho. Being told that I ‘NEED to reblog this or else you’re a heartless MONSTER who hates children’ makes me not want to fucking reblog the post lmao. If I was going to reblog something that I felt needed to be signal boosted for one reason or another, but someone commented with ‘you NEED to reblog this’, this bitch isn’t going to do it now lmao sorry not sorry.

16. Do you like tag games? YES! I am terribad at actually doing them though. But please continue to tag me because it makes me feel so very loved, okay???

17. Do you like ask games? Yes. So much fucking fun.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous? I don’t think any of them are? I do have some mutuals that are prominent content creators in my fandoms that I never expected to follow me back because they’re way too fucking cool for me though, does that count?

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual? On several of them, actually.

I'm not going to tag anyone because I'm lazy as fuck (and everyone has probably done this by now haha), but if you see this and want to do it: consider yourself tagged.

An accurate depiction of me when I think about the mutuals I adore dearly:

#tagged #thank you so much!!#shut the fuck up anda no one cares #💖 💖 💖

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marvelmymarvel · 5 years ago

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Hi just submitted a request and also I was just wondering if you have any tips for new writers on starting a blog and such?

Hello!! I got your request and I am excited to write it! It's very specific and if that means your 20th birthday is coming up then HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! Now for the tips... (Aka things I wish I knew before starting this blog!)

Long post ahead so read if you want to know how I set up my stuff and some advice for beginning a writing blog <3

Story Setup and Ideas:

When starting a writing blog, begin writing for one fandom that you are truly passionate about. For me, it was Band of Brothers at the time which is why my blog is heavy with it. Now, I am a multi-fandom blog and knew I would be when I began and if you would like to be multi one day as well don't be afraid of starting small. It's best to start small and with one fandom so you don't feel overwhelmed.

Now that you have your one fandom, find your favorite character or characters and write!! Heres how I write a story:

Figure out the idea, this can come from a moment with a friend, something I saw, or a song I heard. Once this idea is in your head write it down!! I have papers full of ideas and when I get in the mood I will refer back to them.

Figure out the pairing. This should come with the first part but sometimes I don't know exactly WHO I want it to about so play around with the scenes in your head. Who is the reader kissing? Who fits with this song?? Who would fit the feel of this scene? Those are some of the questions I ask myself if I don't know a pairing.

Set up the post. This is something I wish I did in the first part of my blog as it took a long time to fix every post so they look the same. Heres how I have them set up and feel free to use or take from this setup for yourself <3. With the Text Post option:

Title

Pairing (Bolded and with the header size)

Synopsis: It was a rainy day in the park but he kept her warm inside.

Trigger Warnings: Blood (This isn’t needed if you have no warnings but you can have it anyway and just put none)

Song: Song Title - Artist (Link: ---------) (Again, not needed unless you have a song that you wish for people to listen to)

A/n: (Finally the authors note, again, it's not needed but I like to talk a lot lol)

Gif/Banner/Etc (Heres where I add a gif of the character I’m writing for or something else that kicks off the story and drags people in. If it's not your gif, either credit the owner if you can find them or simply say its not your gif. I just now began doing this as I have a lot of gifs that I obviously didn’t create and I want to credit them)

Story (Here I like to put a keep reading after a paragraph that is sure to bring a reader in. Your goal is to make them click that ‘keep reading’ option)

Tags: (If you have people that want to be tagged, add them here)

Hashtags: #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky Barnes imagine #bucky Barnes imagines (Basically for your hashtags at the end, make as many as you can but do not, I repeat DO NOT tag a character that is not important. For instance, if you are writing a story for bucky x reader and the reader has no important ties to steve do not include him. If there was a love triangle in which a reader will read both, then it is alright. Don't clickbait, that's all we ask ;) Adding to that, go ahead and just tag the character itself as well as the fandom!!)

That's how I set up my stories but I would like to let all the baby blogs know that Tumblr has this weird thing called an algorithm, and it sucks. You will not see your post show up on any of those tags for at least 48 hours. Once you post multiple things to that tag or they have ruled that you are not a bot then your stuff will show up. This was a stressor so I hope this knowledge calms you down :)

If you have a hard time with scenarios, ask for ideas!!!

Make rules if you are accepting ideas and don’t be afraid to turn down requests you don’t like/feel comfortable with. It will not alert the user that you deleted their ask so do not feel bad!

Stick to your rules and make sure your blog is a healthy and safe environment.

Once you are ready to move on to more fandoms, go ahead and try it out. If it becomes too much cut it back down. Also, don't be afraid to move away from the fandom you started in. Sadly, I am not as ‘intrigued’ with BOB like I once was. That doesn't mean you won't occasionally write for your beginning fandom but tastes change.

Do what makes YOU happy.

MENTAL HEALTH SECTION:

Because mental health is real and I want all of my baby blogs to be happy, I’m going to let you know some tips and tricks to stay calm.

Remember, this is a blog and you are able to step away for as long as you need if things get stressful.

Remember that the faithful and caring followers will stick around and support you no matter what. You aren’t alone and you don’t owe anyone anything.

I have like 5 requests in my inbox and I know that those who requested know I will get to it but if I don't, I don't. They will not attack me.

Any follower who attacks you should be reported and blocked immediately. Never let someone make you feel trapped.

When you feel burned out (we have all been there and I still am) do not push yourself. If you are only able to do one story a month then that's okay. Even one story a year is alright, just don't feel like you have to deliver. Your personal life and wellbeing come first.

If you feel like one of your stories is shit, know that you are putting yourself down and do not delete it. I have one story that has 0 likes and never has that ever happened to me, but I refuse to take it down because I like it.

Writing should be your escape, not your jail cell. (Something I had to tell myself a lot last year and I wish someone told me)

If you feel stressed and want your followers to know that you’re doing alright just need some time then post a lovely message to your Tumblr and call it good. Most likely, you’ll get messages and comments hoping that you feel better, those are the best followers.

Personal Safety Section:

So my moms a correctional nurse (Aka a nurse at a jail) and she is very protective of me being on the internet. That being said here are some tips I have for you to be safe (Again feel free to ignore some or agree to all, these are just my beliefs and I do not shame anyone who doesn't follow them!):

DO NOT GIVE OUT YOUR REAL NAME UNLESS YOU KNOW YOU CAN TRUST SOMEONE. The name I have on my blog is VERY similar to my real name but for safety reasons, I don't go by my real name. Only like 2 followers know my real name and even then it took a while before I said it.

DO NOT POST A PICTURE OF YOURSELF: God I sound like a boomer, but really you shouldn’t just up and post a picture of yourself unless you really want to. I have thought about posting a pic but thought “Yeah no...”

DO NOT GIVE OUT YOUR ADDRESS/CITY/STATE: I have only ever said on my blog that I am in the midwest of the US, but that's it. Never ever give anyone your address/city or your state.

DO NOT GIVE OUT OTHER INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF: This can include your school, age (if below 18 because of predators), phone number (unless a friend that you trust), etc.

BE CAREFUL. When someone messages you, don't be afraid to chat but if things feel fishy stop responding and block the person.

Okay, my mother side is done ranting... Just be careful kiddos. As a certified adult, I can say that the internet is scary and that as a teenager (a whole year ago) I did stupid shit... So if you are a teen (Especially below 18) just be careful and think before posting anything personal. If you have any other questions or comments, go ahead and let me know. I am open ears. Also dear anon, please tell me this blog when you get started, I’d like to follow you :)

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tenderfootsecurityblog · 5 years ago

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Web Hacking 101 CH8: CRLN Injections

What is it?

A Carriage Return Line Feed (CRLF) Injection is a vulnerability that occurs when an application does not sanitize user input correctly and allows for the insertion of carriage returns (\r) and line feeds (\n).

How can this be used?

CRLF injections are significant because HTTP message parsing relies on CRLF characters to identify sections of HTTP messages such as headers, so CRLF injection can cause HTTP Request Smuggling and HTTP Response Splitting.

HTTP Request Smuggling is when a HTTP request is passed through a server, processes it and then passed into another server (e.g. proxy or firewall). A vulnerability in this can result in:

Cache poisoning: an attacker can change entries in an applications cache and serve malicious pages instead of the intended page

Firewall evasion: a request can be crafted using CRLFs to avoid security checks

Request Hijacking: a attacker an steal HTTPonly cookies and HTTP authentication information (Apparently similar to XSS - but I have no clue what this is for now lol)

HTTP Response Splitting is when the attacker can insert HTTP response headers and split the response entirely, creating two separate responses. Modifying HTTP headers can result in unintended behaviour such as redirecting a user to an alternate website.

These are just some of the vulnerabilities that CRLF can result.

Case studies:

Twitter HTTP Response Splitting (reported 2015):

This case was rather specific to FireFox previously having an encoding bug which stripped off any invalid characters received when setting cookies instead of encoding them

A vulnerability in Twitter was found which allowed hackers to set an arbitrary cookie by tacking on additional information to an HTTP request. What happened was that Twitter used to have a form where you can report inappropriate ads. This from would construct a HTTP request that was a reported_tweet_id parameter and when it responded, it would have this parameter stored in a cookie that was served back to the user. Upon realising this, the attacker attempted to do a CRLF injection on this parameter but didn’t work as Twitter sanitises CRLF from user input

However, the attacker knew about the FireFox bug (mentioned above) and they sent through the character 'U+560A'. Twitter would then recognise this as a valid character and return a response with 'U+560' encoded in UTF-8. Firefox would then receive this response and decode it into unicode, however stripping away the 56 due to a bug. This leaves 'U+0A' which is a new line. Abusing this, the attacker requested this

https://twitter.com/login?redirect_after_login=https://twitter.com:21/%E5%98%8A%E5%98%8Dcontent-type:text/html%E5%98%8A%E5%98%8Dlocation:%E5%98%8A%E5%98%8D%E5%98%8A%E5%98%8D%E5%98%BCsvg/onload=alert%28innerHTML%2\9%E5%98%B

Becoming:

https://twitter.com/login?redirect_after_login=https://twitter.com:21/ content-type:text/html location: <svg/onload=alert(innerHTML)>

When decoded by Firefox. This allows the attacker to place some JavaScript inside to return header and potentially destroy and humiliate Twitter for all of eternity.

Here is a video if it happening (password is canvas). Notice how the URL is a little funky in the video. The hacker (@filedescriptor) earned $3,500 for this.

v.shopify.com Response Splitting (reported 2015):

Shopify is a store administrator with server side functionality that sets a cookie on your browser to record the last store you logged into. An attacker noticed that Shopify wasn't validating the shop parameter being passed into the GET request to the last shop the user logged into. As a result, the attacker altered the request to generate new headers where they could have a variety of vulnerabilities including phishing and XSS.

Here is a picture of the modified GET request, the response being:

This is an example of response splitting, as the server received two valid HTTP responses and rendered the second (our CRLF injection)

Takeaways

When looking for vulnerabilities, always submit encoded values to see how your site handles the input

Be on the look out for sites accepting your input and using it as part of its return headers, especially when setting cookies.

Conclusion

So far I have looked at HTML injection and CRLF injection where both of these attacks are user input related. This completely justifies spending time testing seemingly odd inputs to make sure your website is secure. Also sanitisation is a thing and learning HTML isn't a complete waste of time!

Note: Input sanitisation describes cleansing and checking user input to prevent it from jumping the fence and potentially exploiting security holes. This is hard

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jensensgotyoudean · 6 years ago

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Reposter Alert

For quite a while, this person - Jensen Ackles Edits (jensenackles1march1978.tumblr.com) - has been reposting on a regular basis. She mainly zeroes in on @justjensenanddean, but I also have been targeted. Frankly, I’m so done, so I told Eric I’d make a post about it, as I think he’s just nicer than I am, lol. I want to shut this person DOWN.

Here is an example; she took a bunch of Eric’s edits and made her own post with them with no credit given. She tagged him and that means nothing.

On Twitter (@ForFanJensen), she stalks him as well, even stealing his icon and a header. It’s to the point where she is basically pretending to be him.

I can’t find her instagram or I’d post that. She’s also blocked both of us because we asked her to not repost, but has recently contacted me asking us to forgive her and unblock her and that she would give credit!! Yeah, no.

I noticed today that she has posted three edits of mine - watermark removed - on her twitter. I don’t mind that people post my stuff, just give credit. Anyway, outside of reporting and blocking her, which we both have done, she still has access to our creations outside of our blogs through others’ reblogs. Please block this person if you are followed by or are following her. She is bad news and a little crazy.

Please signal boost to get the word around. It could be your edit and identity next. Thanks!

#Reposter Alert #Tumblr reposts #Twitter reposts #ForFanJensen #Jensen Ackles Edits #she is a piece of work :(#long post

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December 1, 2021 Newsletter

Welcome to our latest issue!

Congratulations to the winner of our November 1, 2021 Golf Up North Newsletter

John C.

You gave the correct answer for the name of the scramble we played in – Autumn Fest Scramble

Thank you for providing your address in your entry. Your Golf Up North schwag bag is on its way! If you would like a chance to win some Golf Up North schwag you have to subscribe to the newsletter. Subscribe to Golf Up North Newsletter and be on the mailing list for the January 1, 2022 edition.

December has arrived and with snow, all of our beautiful Up North Golf Courses have closed for the season. Fingers crossed for a mild winter and early spring!

As mentioned last month, we went on a golfing spree in October. We golfed at many new places, a few that were on our bucket list. This month we are going to talk about Arcadia Bluffs that overlooks Lake Michigan in Arcadia. January’s issue we will share our weekend at The Grand Traverse Resort and golfing Spruce Run and The Wolverine.

Arcadia Bluffs

Arcadia Bluffs has been on my bucket list since I started golfing. Most Northern Michigan golfers have heard about the greens, the challenge, the views, the food, the scarce tee times, and the price. That last one was always what would make me hesitate when we would talk about trying to book a tee time. A little rich for my blood, but I looked at it as a one and done adventure if I was ever able to get a chance.

Well, that chance came and all it cost me was dinner. My son invited us to golf The Bluff Course with him and we jumped on it. Spoiler alert – the hype you hear about Arcadia is true!

Our round begins

The starter was incredibly helpful and offered us a few tips and then sent us off to the first hole. The wind-swept native grasses that you do not typically see on Northern Michigan courses were throughout the course. The fairways were deep rich green, and the greens were well maintained, even though the course was recently aerated and it was late fall. One of our golfers said they had seen similar grasses at LochenHeath. I would encounter a similar mix the next day at the Sundance Course at A-Ga-Ming.

From the very first hole to the last we were surrounded by beautiful views, at times I found them a little too mesmerizing and had to be reminded to play. Fortunately, the course was not busy, and we did not hold anyone up. We were also lucky that our tee time was 3pm and we would have an amazing sunset as we were finishing. The header of this month’s newsletter is that sunset.

Course Difficulty

I was golfing with 3 other golfers that are much better than me. I was worried about the difficulty level of the course and slowing pace of play. The course does have some holes that were frustrating, overall, it is a playable course for all skill levels. The Ladies tees gave a nice advantage for those of us that can drive straight against the men who cannot. LOL They may have hit further, but us girls stayed in the fairway more often than not.

About the Course

The landscape of the course offered some tricky dog legs, sod-walled bunkers, wide fairways, spacious greens, hilly terrain and of course the views. There are five par 3 holes, seven par 4 holes, 5 par 5 holes and Hole #8 that depending on the tee is a par 4 or 5, the course is par 72/73.

Par 3 Holes

For me I typically love the par 3 holes because the green is usually about the distance of my drives. I stand a good chance of getting a birdie or par depending on how well I hit it. I am also the type of golfer that can be easily intimidated by a hole. That is what happened on the first par 3 – hole 2. Only 124 yards from the red tees but you had to hit over sand traps and rough.

All the tees were at different elevation, in hindsight I may have done better with the white or gold tee box. With deep bunkers to the right of the pin precision is key, I hit the bunkers. The remaining four par 3 holes were hit or miss for me. Holes 6 & 13 were visually easier for me but were only 80 & 98 yards to the pin. Holes 9 & 17 were similar looking to hole 2 and should have been easy for me but I let them get in my head.

Par 5 Holes

Surprisingly, the par 5 holes were kind to me, all had great placement for the red tees and wide-open fairways. I was able to avoid all hazards and had respectable (for me) bogies on them. The other golfers did a little better with what I thought were difficult tee boxes.

Par 4 Holes

The par 4 holes were hit or miss for me. Everyone else was consistently hitting the green in regulation. Putting on a few of them was a different story.

Helpful tips

The course has its challenges but as mentioned before even for those of us that are newer to the game the course provided enough successful holes that the blow-up holes are a distant memory, and I would definitely golf the course again.

I highly recommend consulting Arcadia’s website and visiting the “view by hole page”. There you will find a layout of each hole and very helpful Caddy Tips.

Dining

The New York Strip steak that was tender and perfectly seasoned and was served with mashed potatoes and fresh asparagus with a delightful demi glaze. I chose the Truffle Lobster macaroni & cheese had a crispy baked top and huge chunks of lobster and you could actually taste the truffles. I am a mac & cheese snob, especially when lobster is involved. The portion was more than I could eat so the rest of the table dug right in, it was that good.

The Great Lakes Walleye tasted as if it was just caught and was served with a wild rice pilaf and a vegetable blend. The Chilean Seas Bass was amazing and served with a lobster saffron risotto (perfectly cooked) and asparagus with wilted spinach. We ordered dessert to share, a flourless chocolate cake (to die for). We all agreed that our meals were some of the best we had enjoyed in Northern Michigan.

Hospitality

The staff inside and outside were attentive and helpful at every turn. Prices may be a little higher than many other courses Up North, but our round and meal were well worth the price. Now I just need the kid to invite us there for a weekend so that we can play The Bluff Course again and try out The South Course. Hope he subscribes to this newsletter.

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Hey I noticed you’re into reading (from your blog posts and you mentioning that you have a book blog) so I was wondering if you have any random recommendations? I’m currently trying to avoid high fantasy (dnd type and the like) cause I read it nonstop for two years…

(Also your header oh my god)

RIGHT. YES. I DO !!! disclaimer disclaimer ik my taste in books isnt for everyone but u knocked on my door im simply answering<3 ill put this under a readmore because i just know this will get long (spoiler alert. it did) but before i do know i love u for giving me an opportunity to talk about this

also, i know right !! i love the new thumbnail so much <3

these are in alphabetical order for convenience:)

STANDALONES:

Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkens Reid - THIS BOOK!! I read it in a single sitting so needless to say it completely enthralled me. the format of the writing makes it SUPER easy to read too; its formatted like an interview so there arent really any paragraphs. The story, while an interview yes, follows this girl (the one Ms Daisy Jones) through her life and career as a lead singer for a fleetwood mac-esque band set in the 70s. When I picked this book up I thought man this does not seem like the kind of book Id be into but Ive heard a lot of good things so Ill give it a try (<- bad mindset ik). Nd I am SO GLAD I did because it's like my favorite book.. EVER now! What I said is the bare bones of what it is, because I am afraid if I get into more detail I will simply not stop. Category is for the book I think is coming of age + new adult!

Her Royal Highness by Rachel Hawkins - This book, is technically part of a duology. But it's a disconnected duology, meaning you dont have to read it in order to understand it. Plus I didn't really like the first one too much. PLUS plus this is a wlw story. Main character Millie is having a rough fuckin go of things ok. She has an on and off again gf and while on this gf cheats on her. This sucks but also it's not too important to the plot lol. Shes applied to a university in Scotland and she gets in! This is SO GOOD Plus it gets her away from The Ex. Getting there though, she finds out shes rooming with a literal princess of Scotland (thats. literally what the GR description says. I dont think theyre actually called princesses right?). Except Millie absolutely despises her + frankly she acts very stuck up and all the usual Im A Princess Kiss My Ass shit. But it definitely starts to turn into more due to forced proximity. I will say no more... just know the story is VERRRYYY enemies to lovers in a not-annoying booktok way and I adore it. Its a bi/lesbian wlw story that I think was portrayed really nicely (cue the mean bisexual and even meaner lesbian meme) and the category is contemporary young adult :)

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel - OHHH SECOND FAVORITE BOOK ALERT. This may be a harder book to take in because it HEAVILY reflects the pandemic we're currently in, but the book takes place in the brief beginning of a pandemic, and most of the aftermath of it. Fictional variant of the swine flu, 99% mortality rate. I will admit if you do not have Shakespearian knowledge and/or knowledge on musical instruments, this might be a tough read but it is SO worth it. The book opens with the death of a renowned Shakespeare (and in general) actor, which is pretty bleak but stay with me. After he dies, the mc (at the time, Jeevan) is feeding us the plot set up, taking in all the new information about this flu thats about to rock their shit. After we get through that though, the book follows 3 people who had a connection to the actor from the beginning - the actor's first wife (Miranda), his oldest friend (Clark), and a young actress with the Traveling Symphony (Kirsten). The Symphony move from town to town 20 years post this pandemic that has left the world quite frankly apocalyptic. No zombies, just.. there are no stores theres no technology the only way to move is to walk or to find some wagons or old cars etc. Anyways they move from town to town performing Shakespeare plays for whoever is left. She, specifically, gets caught up in the crosshairs of this batshit insane 'prophet' who, believe it or not, is connected to the same actor from the beginning of the book. But I will say no more. Please read this. Or at the very least watch the hbo show, thats what im doing now. Category for the book is technically scifi, but the author wishes it was classed as theater fiction.

Survive the Night by Danielle Vega - I will admit, it has been like 6 years now since I have read this, so this will probably be a short description. But I remember absolutely loving this book when I first read it. A lot of people say this book (and the series, which I will also reluctantly mention) is quite cheesy. It might be, but I dont personally think so. oh my god professionalism drop the mc is named the same as my gf are you fuckin kidding lmfao. anyway Survive the Night (the event, not the book. also looking at it like this, now. Someone shouldve KNOWN lmao!!!) is an all-night underground rave in the New York City subway. Casey (god that feels weird) literally just got out of rehab and her friend was like :) I know what we can do for some fun. So they go to do this. And it Sucks! Its Deadly! Literally!. Something is down in these tunnels hunting them, and all the exits are blocked. In my memory, you never see the killer, you never find out if theyre human or not. So its very unseen-horror fear of the unknown. I remember it doesnt have a particularly happy ending though, I will say that. Category is young adult horror.

The Grownup by Gillian Flynn - This is a short story, technically not a book. But its worth the read! Very easy to do in an hour or two at 60ish pages! I will say, if you do read this, be prepared to briefly read about handjobs lmfao. I promise its plot relevant. The mc who I believe remains unnamed works at - I cant remember if the Shop is fraudulent or if only She is - a psychic shop. One morning, a woman comes in to make the mc's life hell, and of course the mc doesnt know this. So obviously she adds insult to injury by lying to this woman to give her life some drama. I cant say more without getting into the plot, but the story takes a Lot of turns. Category Id say is adult thriller.

The Inexplicable Logic of My Life by Benjamin Alire Sáenz - I remember when I was reading this, I specifically wondered to myself why this book wasn't talked about as much as The Other Books. You know the ones. I cant give much of a personal description of it because most of what I remember is the EMOTIONS. This book left an Emotional impact on my life and I think of it fondly. The GR description is short though - Sal used to know his place with his adoptive gay father, their loving Mexican American family, and his best friend, Samantha. But it’s senior year, and suddenly Sal is throwing punches, questioning everything, and realizing he no longer knows himself. If Sal’s not who he thought he was, who is he? - if I can remember right, I do think there is still lgbt rep in a side character. But please dont consider it just because I said that lmao Id hate myself. Read this if you need a cathartic cry and positive outlook on life. Categories are contemporary, coming of age young adult.

There's Someone Inside Your House by Stephanie Perkins - DO NOT WATCH THE MOVIE. IT SUCKS AND IT DOES NOT PORTRAY THE BOOK RIGHT AT ALL. anyways :) this was the first book to actually make me feel genuine fear, idc if anyone thinks its cheesy or bad. Because it made me feel that I will always recommend it as a good horror. The mc, Makani, has relocated due to a Dark and Terrible Past (spoiler: its not that bad lmfao i think that part of the story got overhyped). But at her new school, classmates are getting brutally slaughtered. Important and Deliberate word choice. Seemingly no connection between them, and the murders get more grotesque as the story progresses. I cant say more without getting into plot shit, sorry. Just know its so so good and I am completely unbiased /s. If you can handle horror do yourself a favor and read this at night. Category is young adult horror.

Wilder Girls by Rory Power - DO NOT trust anyone that says this is a sapphic book. There is one (1) kiss between two girls that is never expanded upon and never mentioned again. This is a horror novel. Its also the second book to make me Feel Something. This book made me So Uncomfortable and I think thats GOOD! The book is set on a remote island that houses an all girls school, except the girls at this school have some Fucked Up shit going on with them. Some are growing scales, some are growing new spines, its fucked up. This disease wasn't there from the start though. It's also infecting the wildlife around the school, which makes going outside the fence for any reason - let alone supplies (since theyre quarantined) - fucking awful. These girls know how to shoot. One day, the mc's best friend goes missing though, and oh boy do we learn some shit after that! Massive tw for Good descriptions of body horror. Category is young adult horror. Id probably also throw in a Liiiiittle bit of scifi personally.

SERIES: *I'll only talk about the first book, to save your time. Bolded titles are a Series series, Bolded and Italicised titles are a noncommittal series - you can read them out of order and itll still make sense.

A Good Girl's Guide To Murder by Holly Jackson - PRAISE BE... my favorite series to exist so far! This book follows Pip as she chooses to solve her small town's case closed murder as a senior capstone project. She plans to do this via a podcast type thing, not sure if its a podcast from the beginning. She doesnt believe that the one everyone thinks murdered this girl, IS the one who actually did it, and shes setting out to free this family from that shame, while also kinda validating their own grief. When she starts digging in to this though, bad shit starts happening, that's all ill say. Tw for animal death. Drugs get involved. I am not sure what else to say except this is a REALLY immersive story that keeps you thinking and the last book rocked my absolute shit. Category is young adult thriller.

Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins - I wont spend too much time talking about this one, because its popular (or at least it was) on tumblr. American girl goes to college (I think) in France, makes friends, falls in love with the school's heartthrob. You dont have to reach out, but if you want to you can + ill go a bit more in depth. MWAH. Very feel good fluffy romance. Same can be said for the whole series. Love it. Category is contemporary young adult.

Love and Gelato by Jenna Evans Welch - This is the book I shamefully remember the least about (my favorite is love and luck). Because of this, I am sorry to say but I am ripping the description from GR. Maybe we can buddy read it if you wanna 👀. Lina is spending the summer in Tuscany, but she isn’t in the mood for Italy’s famous sunshine and fairy-tale landscape. She’s only there because it was her mother’s dying wish that she get to know her father. But what kind of father isn’t around for sixteen years? All Lina wants to do is go back home. But then she is given a journal that her mom had kept when she lived in Italy. Suddenly Lina’s uncovering a magical world of secret romances, art, and hidden bakeries. A world that inspires her, along with the ever-so-charming Ren, to follow in her mother’s footsteps and unearth a secret that has been kept for far too long. It’s a secret that will change everything she knew about her mother, her father —and even herself. MAN even I dont remember the secret... buddy read fr??? Category is contemporary young adult.

Rosemarked by Livia Blackburne - I just recently read this duology, its low fantasy imo. The book starts off with the mc Zivah earning her rite as a high healer. She passes the test, and the same day a troop from the Empire comes in, infected with the rose plague. The rose plague is deadly, usually. With two outcomes: rosemarked and umbertouched. Coming out rosemarked is essentially a death sentence; you fight off the disease temporarily, but you can still infect people. The fever will come back to take your life. Umbertouched is the desired outcome; the marks stay but you cannot pass on or contract the disease again. The fever will not come back. Upon treating these soldiers, Zivah falls ill with the plague, and comes out rosemarked. Point A to point B she meets the li Dineas. Its a slowburn not enemies but not allies either to lovers. They invade the capitol, cannot remember why initially, but they end up Essentially starting a war. There is like no content for this book on here and its driving me up a wall. I so badly want someone to talk about this book with. Category is young adult fantasy.

Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo - Another.. semi popular one here on tumblr. So again I wont waste too much of your time with a description and just paste it from GR. Alina Starkov has never been good at anything. But when her regiment is attacked on the Fold and her best friend is brutally injured, Alina reveals a dormant power that saves his life—a power that could be the key to setting her war-ravaged country free. Wrenched from everything she knows, Alina is whisked away to the royal court to be trained as a member of the Grisha, the magical elite led by the mysterious Darkling. I wish I wish with all my heart the original trilogy was as popular as the six of crows duology. This is a series dear to me, and another low fantasy novel, category young adult fantasy.

The Merciless by Danielle Vega - Okay. I dont know you, but Im going to guess this might not be one you consider regardless of what I say LMAO. This is a book ive always described as textually gorey, uncomfortable but not Too uncomfortable. Has religious themes. This book is about an exorcism on an outcast of a girl and the consequences of it. I do not know how to begin to describe this without going off the deep end about it. This is a strange series to read, chronology wise. Theyre all connected yes, but the first two books should be read in the order they were released. The third book is a prequel so it can be read before the first two if you want, or after the fourth. The fourth is the most disconnected though, only callbacks via short memories. This is the worst selling point on a book ever Im so sorry. You like horror? You into religious themes? Exorcisms? Torture? Mean girls, literally? Possibly cheesy writing even though I dont personally think so? Perfect series for you :). Category young adult horror.

Lastly, To All The Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han - If you were on tumblr when this series had its boom, you'll know what this is about. Lara Jean Song Covey is a serial romantic, wrote letters shed never send to all of her crushes and stuffed them in a hatbox to forget about them. Until the letters actually do get sent one day. This leads to fake dating, a lot of drama, eventual Real dating, AH its so feelgood im going to die just thinking about it, another reread for me in the future. Definitely. Category contemporary young adult.

THAT DOES IT! Congrats if you made it to the end, hope I didnt smother you. Hope I gave you something you can use. I have a lot more to recommend but these are just the ones I hold very dear to my heart <3 lmk if you need anything else!!! love you!!!

#THIS WAS FUN. GAVE ME SOMETHING TO DO. LOVE U LOVE U LOVE U. HOPE U FIND SOMETHING. OR AT LEAST DONT CRINGE AT ME <33 #snail mail #book anon

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