#rook cataloging

[noahhawthorneauthor]

Today's recommendations are all books I've borrowed from my local libraries and loved, including audiobooks from Libby and Hoopla. I've visited the library more as an adult than I ever did when I was younger, and I'm so glad for all queer books I've discovered there.

And in case you were wondering, my book Phantom and Rook is available through Hoopla and Libby, and can be requested in your local library. One of the best things you can do for indie authors is request their book in your library's catalog, or click that little 'notify me' tab in Libby.

[roo-roo-roo]

Welcome to Night Raven College, Prefect!

This will serve as your catalog to navigate through the various events you've encountered during your stay in Twisted Wonderland. Submissions are highly appreciated, but make sure that you are appropriate in age if you decide to request something mature. You can also request to be included in a tag list if you'd like, Prefect! Just send a message~ Lastly, If you need any assistance, please don't hesitate to ask!

Most of my works will be gender-neutral unless stated otherwise.

Ageless blogs that interact with nsfw posts will be blocked.

Extremely dark themes are prohibited for this blog (I'm sorry)

Fluff: ❣️

Angst: 💔

Smut: ❤️‍🔥

Personal Letter to Reader: 💌 rules

❝ 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Riddle yet? There is one record of a moment between you and him. If you want to see him again, he's by the stables for the Equestrian Club.

➻ Have you met Trey yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's at the Heartslabyul kitchen making a tart.

A Prefect Who Came from the Stars ❣️

❝ 𝓣𝓻𝓮𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

❝ 𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Cater yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's busy with his Magicam feed at the Heartslabyul lounge.

❝ 𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Ace yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's running away from the housewarden of Heartslabyul to save his head.

❝ 𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓮 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Deuce yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's trying to keep Ace away from trouble.

❝ 𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Leona yet? There is one record of a moment between you and him. If you want to see him again, he's snoozin' at the greenhouse like usual.

❝ 𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

A Prefect Who Came from the Stars ❣️

➻ Have you met Ruggie yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's running errands for Leona somewhere.

❝ 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Jack yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's been running around the track for a while.

❝ 𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Azul yet? There is one record of a moment between you and him. If you want to see him again, he's counting his bills in his office.

❝ 𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

A Prefect Who Came from the Stars ❣️

➻ Have you met Jade yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's helping Azul hand out some contracts at Mostro Lounge.

❝ 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Floyd yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's squeezin' a shrimpy plush in his dorm room.

❝ 𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 𝓐𝓵-𝓐𝓼𝓲𝓶 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Kalim yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's partying the night away at Scarabia.

❝ 𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Jamil yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's keeping an eye out for Kalim for any dangers.

❝ 𝓥𝓲𝓵 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓽 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Vil yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's doing his ten-step skincare routine in his dorm room.

❝ 𝓡𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Rook yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's up on a tree observing you.

❝ 𝓔𝓹𝓮𝓵 𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓻 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Epel yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's hiding from Vil and Rook by the well.

❝ 𝓘𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓢𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Idia yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's playing a MMORPG in his room like always.

➻ Letters: 1

❝ 𝓞𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓸 𝓢𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓭 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄ (platonic)

➻ Have you met Ortho yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's being updated by Idia in the tech room at Ignihyde.

❝ 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓾𝓼 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓪 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Malleus yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's walking around the campus to see the gargoyles again.

❝ 𝓛𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓮 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Lilia yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's trying to get in the kitchen at Diasomnia even though he's not allowed anymore.

❝ 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Silver yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's been falling asleep around the campus.

❝ 𝓢𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓴 𝓩𝓲𝓰𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓽 ❞ ✧ ೃ༄

➻ Have you met Sebek yet? There are no recordings of moments between you and him. If you want to see him, he's just right beside Malleus.

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[the-trinket-witch]

Pomefiore Steampunk AU Introduction

Premise | Yuu | Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia

Technology is one of many exports that Nightraven offers as an ever growing city. Many come to the city to catch up on or possibly set the newest fashion trends. Of course, they would have to get in line behind the Prince of Poison and his entourage. These three hold the spotlight that has put them on most every cover of paper, catalog or magazine. And looking fashionable is not simply confined to textiles, if the budding charity ‘On the Other Hand’ has anything to say about it. (Charity name and concept courtesy of @squidwen )

Vil Schoenheit

The aforementioned ‘Prince of Poison’, Vil had grown up in an alchemist’s household. While life of the Sciences was not his preferred route of career, he still has retained the teachings of his family. His finesse with both potions, poisons and petticoats had drawn the eye of a certain Divus Crewel. Crewel took the young Vil under his tutelage, and thrust him into the world of design. Vil’s multifaceted talent had allowed him to rub elbows with other such rising stars in Nightraven, one of which being a young Niege LaBlanche. While in separate fields of influence, Vil in fashion and Niege in the young ‘Motion Picture’ industry, the two found themselves in assumedly healthy competition for prominence. 

Vil would contest any notion of friendship; rivalry maybe. But however their relationship was pronounced, he had found himself shoving Niege out of the path of, and himself under, a carriage that required surgery and subsequent prosthetic legs. Vil, never being one to wallow in self-pity and with a new perspective on accessibility, focussed his sights on creating a charity organization to provide better access to prosthetics. Such a move only provided further stardom. All along his exploits have been two men at his side both as support and assistance. One Rook Hunt and protege Epel Felmier.

Rook Hunt

A man of multiple talents, his dexterity in expertise has found him being pulled to multiple avenues of work. From relentless hunter and trapper, to language tutor, to answering love-related editorials, he’s accomplished quite a bit. So it’s with his accomplishments that caught Vil’s eye, and Vil’s pride in his new limbs that equally captivated Rook. His employment alongside Vil has him running errands, scheduling appointments, and coordinating outfits. But with stardom comes the need to continue the line of work, to find someone who can appeal to more than your own wheelhouse, and so came the time to find such a character. Enter:

Epel Felmier

A young man having been raised on a small farm near Harveston. His family’s influence is small, only really extending to those they supply apples to. Like any man from a small town, the city held an allure of potential and fame. But like anyone first setting foot out to seek their fortune, Epel’s move to Nightraven landed him work in a textile mill.

While it was honest work, there was a bit of resentment in his main utility being nimble-and small-enough to unjam the machinery. It was on the tail end of one grueling day that put him in the path of Vil and Rook. His face hung low, and to the other two, absolutely beautifully. They inquired if he had work, his lukewarm explanation was enough of a go-ahead to offer a place at their side as another model and errand runner. It wasn’t sweating in a clothing mill so it was enough for the young lilac-haired man to say Yes. Though, his employment would come with strings attached, as most of the best things in life are want to have. None of that country bumpkin business; he was going to be a man of culture, whether he liked it or not.

[ao3feed-rebelcaptain2]

Twelve Days in Yavin Wyoming

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5dgP7oj

by FrostbitePanda

“Ten to twelve business days,” she tells him after she explains the issue, points out the part that is needed in the catalog, and the color leaves his face.

Which is perhaps why she offers him a ride into town in the first place. Because, yeah, that would suck if roles were reversed and Cassian Andor may not, actually in fact, be an asshole— and that intrigues her. He’s also very (perhaps unfairly) attractive. And that intrigues her more.

(Cassian's car breaks down in backwater Yavin, WY. things progress from there.)

Words: 3685, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English

Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Cassian Andor, Jyn Erso, Chirrut Îmwe, Baze Malbus, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Maz Kanata

Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Bodhi Rook/Luke Skywalker, Chirrut Îmwe/Baze Malbus

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Small Town, Alternate Universe - Chefs, chef!Cassian, mechanic!Jyn, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Western, Country & Western, because i can't help myself, chirrut and baze are married, and own a cafe, bodhi is a cargo pilot, maz is the local eccentric, because I need it, Romance, Medium Burn, rating to go up, Characters to be added, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Humor, we're going for all of it, Swearing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5dgP7oj

[muraenide]

Yuu blinks as she looks Jade up and down a few times temporarily ignoring Ortho, Trey and Rook whose outfits looked entirely less intimidating than Jade's own.

"You know I always though you, Floyd and Azul looked very mafia-ish. But this is really solidifying it in your case."

@ramshacklestar

"Is that so?" Part of him finds that preposterous. 'Mafia' wasn't the term Azul intended to use for their impression. He prefers to think of themselves as businessmen.

Not that it mattered. He steps towards the counter and the rugged, oversized outer layer slides down on one shoulder. He pays no attention - clothes are confusing at best, never mind that he's unused to wearing large-fitting sizes of all things. The sleeves were already odd, but he'd been pleased to find that it was a great convenience to make certain things disappear when no one was looking.

"It seems the 'Mafia' resemblance did little to deter you." He turns the very first page of the catalog open with a practiced hand, just as Sam had taught them. "Now, surely you aren't here simply to state a compliment. Is there anything you need?"

[terato-dolly]

how do people name their rooks? is it just whatever or are they based off of traits they have? You have doll, hunk, I saw alpha and tank for other ocs so I was just curious

oh!!! you can name your Rooks after whatever you’d like (though I’d keep away from actual human names, don’t want an owl named Michelle pfff) 

I name mine mostly based off of pet names (something you’d call someone whether good or bad) / titles, sometimes food:

Pet Names: Doll, Stud, Baby Blue, Hunk, Jock, Playboy, Boo, Angel, Squirt, Sly, Bub, Punk, Pawn, Looker, Ace, Fella 

Food: Honey, Cupcake, Peanut, Pumpkin, Peaches, Puddin

Titles: Lady, Empress, King, Count  

And for cataloging sake (I’m too lazy to link them all, they’re all on my blog under #other people’s rooks):

Jasper @terato-imagines

Fiend @irlkakarot

Tank @akroveros

Orix @awkwardterezi

Jax @lethal-lotus

Rea @notschrodingerhere

Babe @foxydoodler

Bo @of-arrows-and-art

Keenan @knifekinkanon

Undertow @katscretch

Wanderer @zeehelling

Duchess and Joker @laar-mar

Echo (and Kee) @lethal-lotus

Alpha and Darling @o2arts and @bip-bap-bam-blog

Lavish @wendigoteeth

So like I said, human names are probably a no (unless it’s like Crystal or Kitty or Hunter you know???) but they can be named after food, objects, or just names that sound alien that you put together!

- Dolly ❤

[garadinervi]

György Galántai, from Oosteuropese konkrete en visuele poëzie, Text by Gerrit-Jan de Rook, Museum Het Kruithuis, 's-Hertogenbosch, 1977 [Exhibitions: October 15 – November 20, 1977 / February 11 – March 19, 1978] [L'Arengario Studio Bibliografico, Gussago (BS)]

[creesims]

Hi CreeSims. Can you explain me what the gameplay is in Paradise Falls? I'm very curious!

Sure, and I'm happy to answer any questions if there's something I don't cover here

Vault 88 is a 3-story, 18tile by 18tile building on a 2x2 lot. I had to start building on a 3x3 lot then use lot adjuster to shrink it, that little bit of extra space really does make a difference. It let me build rooms that feel like tight quarters without having routing issues

First floor is workrooms. They are, starting on the lower left: Clinic with Biotech station and a few Sun & Moon herb plants. Gym. Food Production with compost bin and Midge's 3t2 indoor garden plots. Ichthyology lab (big fish tank). Geology lab with Sun & Mon Refine & Shine equipment, an invisible mining rook on top of the hole in the ground, and @nixedsims blacksmith station. The middle room is Vault Maintenance with woodcarving, robot, and toymaking benches. Front right room is the quartermaster department with gnome making, flower arranging, sewing, and candle making craft stations.

Second floor is recreation. Music room with a wine bar. Cafe with MajorJeff's Chocolate Factory and a Uni stove. There's an invisible pond on the floor by the balcony so Sims can fish into the big tank below. Games room. Hot tub room. Media room. The middle is the Overseer's Office with a computer Sims can use

Top floor is living quarters. Each apartment is 2 rooms with a bed and dresser. Communal bathroom in the middle with 3 stalls, 3 Uni showers, and a potty trainer for toddlers. The room at the end has stuff for toddlers to play with and build skills. The hall on the right has a washer and dryer for Sims who want to build cleaning skill, the other hall has a 1-tile changing table and a Supa Fridge so Sims can get baby bottles

Each apartment starts with 2 adult Sims, plus there will be landlord, postal worker, and cafeteria worker NPCs visiting the Vault which makes the place feel nice and full. After Sims rent their apartments I use the Insiminator to take away all their money

Sims can't work careers because they can't leave the vault but they are assigned duties based on their LTW, One True Hobby, and 3t2 traits. All of those are randomized using the AnyLTWforallaspirationsAL mod (I think it's by Pescado), @midgethetree's Randomizer, and the Traits randomizer. Some vault jobs are obvious, my Sim with the Cuisine hobby and Professional Party Guest LTW makes money by working in the cafe or playing guitar for tips. One of my Science enthusiasts is the medic who harvests herbs and makes medicine at the Biotech station. But for some of the jobs you'll need to get creative with the crafting stations, which is why I recommend having a nice variety. One of my science Sims is in charge of making sure the Vault infrastructure is in good repair, she makes robots to simulate doing this. One Sim uses novel writing to simulate doing paperwork, another is using it to write a cookbook

I sell everything they make right from the inventory because they can't own businesses yet and I want them to have enough cash that it influence's Cyjon's Bigger Bills mod. I keep track of how much they spend on rent and bills so that later, when they start leaving the vault, I can incorporate a little bit of BACC play and have that money go into buying things for the hood. They can use their money to buy kids stuff when they have a family, or deco stuff from the Buy Catalog to spruce up their rooms, or just save it for when someone in that apartment chooses to leave the vault

My Sims usually work on their Vault jobs until about 5 or 6 pm, then they socialize and canoodle with their roommate or other Vault dwellers. I'm about to start round 2 and will be focusing on moving Sims around if they'd be a better fit with a different roommate and getting them to start having babies (limit of 2 kids per apartment). The plan right now is to keep everyone in the vault until the first kid is University age. By then the Vault will be feeling crowded and the kids will be wanting to know what else is out there

[stevethefishdotnet]

Easter egg still frames spotted in Dirty Pair: Project Eden

There’s a scene in Project Eden which Mughi is watching a video screen in which several Easter egg still frames were inserted. Here they are, not necessarily in order.

Crusher Joe!

The original version of the Dirty Pair from the SF novels written by Haruka Takachiho. These original character designs are by Yasuhiko Yoshikazu (Gundam, Crusher Joe, Venus Wars, Reideen, and many more anime).

Want ads from what may be from Starlog Magazine. You see the ad with the Enterprise? That’s Space Station Studios from Massachusetts. I learned about them from ads in old Starblazers and Robotech comic books. I sent away for a catalog, and half a year later they finally sent it to me. I ended up writing a check for about $50 worth of stuff, which they cashed and never mailed me the merchandise I ordered. This was in the early ‘90s, and I’d never spent that much money before and was pissed. Fortunately I was a member of the Robotech Echo at the time via the local Anime Archive BBS in Phoenix, Arizona. I was able to bring about the wrath of Harmony Gold upon those buttpuppets and it turns out they were selling bootleg Macross/Robotech merchandise which landed them in a heap of trouble with HG’s lawyers, who don’t mess around. I very promptly got a refund. I’m glad that HG has finally worked out a deal with Bigwest to bring Macross officially to viewers internationally. They’ve been villains since the ‘90s for preventing Macross to be officially released globally and expecting everyone to only care about Robotech. Still, I’ll always be grateful with how they stuck up for a teenager who got rooked out of his money by a retailer that was either crooks or extremely half-assed and incompetent at the very least.

More want-ads. This one is for conventions.

Spock!

She looks familiar, but I dunno who this is. Is she from Gundam?

There are some other freeze frames, but I couldn’t make any sense from them.

[noahhawthorneauthor]

Did you know you can listen to Phantom and Rook thru your library? 🎧🏳️‍🌈🍁📚

Libby is an app where you can check out audiobooks and ebooks using your library card. Even if a book isn't available, you can request it which let's the librarians know there is a demand for it.

Phantom and Rook is available in a few libraries, and today it was added to the New York Public Library. (NYC) No matter where in NY you live, you can get an online card there. I think a few US states have this option with big city libraries, but I only know of NY for sure.

I love Libby, and a great way to support indie authors is simply by getting them added to a libraries catalog. Did you know they get paid each time their book is checked out?

Anyways, enjoy!

Phantom and Rook on Libby

Blurb:

Arlo Rook has decided it’s time to move out of Garren Castle, home for orphans of all races, magical or not, at 100 years old.

It’s not the first time he’s left home, but after a setback that landed the Hedge Witch in the hospital a year ago, he ended up right back at square one. But now he’s ready to strike out on his own, despite his friend’s worries that he’s not ready for the ‘real world.'

Then, he crashes into a mess of copper curls and bright eyes, sending apothecary goods and his life into a chaotic mess. Thatch is a mysterious and incredibly wealthy benefactor of Levena, only spoken of but never seen. He requests a night of Arlo’s company and a tour of the city, which Arlo immediately declines.

But that’s not the last time they see each other, and it certainly wasn’t the first. Arlo doesn’t remember him, no one remembers Thatch after he visits, but Thatch never forgot the Witch with a familiar soulmark on his face.

Thatch Phantom is an immortal, the last of his kind and perpetually bored. When he’s not closing inter-dimensional rifts and corralling demons, he’s visiting his favorite city of all, Levena. Centuries ago, when life was particularly dull, he set up a scavenger hunt for a starving village, providing them with a year’s worth of supplies.

He anonymously returned year after year, upping the ante and providing less practical things, as the village had become a city and was wealthy beyond belief. Festivals were thrown in his honor, and have continued every year since. Hundreds of years later, The Game is still put on by the fabled ‘Scarlet Illusionist’, but no one has figured out who blesses them with the puzzles.

Once again, Thatch is listless and has decided to throw a wild card into this year’s Game. Whoever discovers him will win one wish of their choice, no restrictions. Aside from the obvious, such as no falling in love, murder or resurrection.

What he didn’t anticipate was crashing into the one person whose soul mark flares like a beacon when Thatch is around, teasing the immortal with the one thing he wants most.

Someone to call home.

What follows is a wild chain of events filled with magical coffee shops, villains with vendettas against cheese makers, moving tattoos, grand puzzles, and second chances at love, and life.

[simulacrahelps]

IN THIS MASTERLIST YOU’LL FIND 214 OCCUPATIONS FROM THE GAME BITLIFE.

Accountant

Actor

Admissions Assistant

Amusement Park Attendant

App Developer

Apprentice Chef

Apprentice Grocer

Apprentice Hairdresser

Apprentice Makeup Artist

Apprentice Music Composer

Apprentice Telemarketer

Arcade Assistant

Architect

Armpit Sniffer

Assistant Chief Fire Chief

Assistant Curator

Assistant Manager

Assistant Vice President

Associate Chief Justice

Asst. Engineering Manager

Asst. Principal Principal

Asst. Superintendent

Baby Sitter

Background Vocalist

Baggage Handler

Banker

Barista

Barnyard Sperm Extractor

Bartender

Bellhop

Beverage Cart Attendant

Bike Shop Mechanic

Biotechnologist

Bookkeeper

Boot Camp General

Boot Camp Major

Boot Camp Officer

Boutique Associate

Bowling Alley Attendant

Brain Surgeon

Brand Ambassador

Bus Driver

Business Analyst

CEO

Cadet Patrolman

Cafeteria Worker

Camp Counselor

Campus Tour Guide

Car Wash Attendant

Caretaker

Cashier

Catalog Model

Chef Garde Manager

Chef Tournant

Chef de Cuisine

Chicken Sexer

Chief Justice

Chief Pilot

Chief of Police

Circus Performer

Clinical Nurse Specialist

Co Pilot

Collections Specialist

College Dean

Colonel

Commanding Officer

Computer Programmer

Concessions Attendant

Crew Member

Criminal

Dance Instructor

Database Administrator

Department Store Associate

Director of Engineering

Disk Jockey

District Court Judge

Dog Walker

Donut Maker

Doorman

Driver

Editor

Engineer

Engineering Manager

Environmental Scientist

Executive Chef

Exhibit Associate

Expeditor

Factory Worker

Financial Analyst

Fire Chief

Firefighter

First Lieutenant

Fitness Instructor

Flight Attendant

Florist

Foot Model

General Manager

Golf Shop Assistant

Grader

Graphic Designer

Grocer

Grocery Bagger

Grocery Store Stocker

Gym Receptionist

Hand Model

Handyman

Head Tech Teacher

Head Waiter

Hotel Front Desk Clerk

Housekeeper

IT Support

Ice Cream Scooper

Insurance Agent

Internal Auditor

Janitor

Jr. Boot Camp Officer

Junior Associate

Junior Sous Chef

Lab Assistant

Laser Tag Attendant

Law Clerk

Lawnmower

Lead Actor

Lead Singer

Legal Secretary Legal Records Manager

Library Aide

Library Assistant

Library Rook

Lieutenant

Lifeguard

Line Cook

Lingerie Model

Lobbyist

Lounge Singer

Lumberjack

Magician

Magistrate

Magistrate Court Judge

Mail Carrier

Mall Kiosk Worker

Mall Santa

Managing Director

Massage Therapist

Microbiologist

Mortician

Mover

Mystery Shopper

Newspaper Delivery Person

Operations Analyst

Patrolman Trooper

Personal Trainer

Personal Trainer

Pet Groomer

Pet Sitter

Pharmacist

Photographer

Pilot

Pilot Trainee Co Pilot

Pizza Maker

Pool Cleaner

Pool Towel Attendant

Porn Set Janitor

Principal

Professor

Psychiatrist

Puppeteer

Real Estate

Receptionist

Research Assistant

Restaurant Manager

Retail Salesperson

Roadkill Remover

Royal (Prince/Princess, Emir/Emira, Baron/Baroness, Viscount/Viscountess, Marquis/Marquise, Duke/Duchess)

Runway Model

Sandwich Maker

Saucier Sous Chef

School Bus Driver

School President

Sculptor

Second Lieutenant

Secretary

Sergeant

Server

Shift Manager

Short Order Cook

Sign Holder

Singer

Social Media Influencer

Social Media Manager

Sous Chef

Sr. Boot Camp Officer

Stockbroker

Street Sweeper

Stuntman

Superintendent

Swim Instructor

Teacher

Teacher's Aide

Tech Teacher

Tour Guide

Translator

Triangle Player

Trucker

Tutor

Usher

Veterinarian

Vice President

Video Game Tester

Violin Player

Voiceover Actor

Window Cleaner

Writer

Yoga Receptionist

YouTuber

[caedescorvirpg]

ROOK. DELILAH KWON   —   28,  W.

Emotional Manipulation: can manipulate the emotions a person is already feeling (+) can determine how strongly they feel the emotion (-) cannot introduce new emotions (-) only works for three minutes at a time

HISTORY

cw: death

THE REALIZATION TAKES YOU BY SURPRISE. HAD IT ALWAYS BEEN THIS WAY? Has the sky always tasted of salt: thick and heavy on your tongue? A brooch lays flat on your chest and you’re told it symbolizes the pride of your family’s estate. You allow it to adorn your chest if only for the sake of propriety. A funeral may be on its way but the sad truth is this: your family is dead long before they are buried. It’s a slow decay, and in the years after the truth is revealed you take note of all the ways a person can fabricate a lie. In public, there is nothing remiss about the machinations of your life. You smile delicately as daughters ought to do, and look fondly at the figure who praises your accomplishments as feats of his own. Your mother sits in perfect solitude, and you catalog the peculiar smile she wears that belongs more to a museum than the body she inhabits. The woman is fine in all the ways that matter, and until the day she dies, she remains to be just so. The details of your private life are of no consequence, so when your estranged uncle takes your hand in his, introduces you to a new family, it is easy to pretend you don’t share the same fate as the woman who raised you.

Resentment is found at the bottom of a drawer. It sits atop a pile of miscellaneous documents, and its existence surmises your fears. Hands tremble and you cannot disguise the malice you wear so honestly on your face. In the spot where your name should be printed in dark ink is the name of another less worthy than you; whose only important quality is the matter of her heritage. You leave the office silent as the shadow you’ve been made to become, and you do not forget the way betrayal tastes. You understand now that the quiet cultivation of your upbringing was made in accession. Made parallel to someone of minor talent, you were a gambit that fell out of promotion. Still, there is a gnawing at your side that compels you to be reticent, to comply with the orders of another. It is a lesson learned from days of brighter yesterdays, and it reminds you that all great and mysterious things must one day be overcome. You regret having loved them, having saved them with the invisible hand of desire, but in this renewal you will not make the same mistake. They will fall until they can fall no further.

CONNECTIONS

ROBIN﹒ AND YOU ARE NOT THERE AT ALL

She is your cousin and there is only one way to love her. She’ll think you cruel and unyielding, but a delicate hand does not destroy her in the way she needs to survive. ROBIN does not know what she would be without you, could not fathom a future of ambition, and so you take it upon yourself to give her a purpose. Her hatred is a pyre and it’s one you stoke with great care. You know what happens to girls like her, hidden and tucked away where prying eyes cannot see. They grow up and become someone like your mother, a ghost to be used and manipulated. Your love was cruel, but it tempered her apathy into something worthy of your admiration. But betrayal has a name and it calls out to her indefinitely. In a way, you’re proud of what she’s become — in another, you understand it as something to destroy. There is no one who understands her better than you, the creator of all her rage.

ALBATROSS ﹒ I AM WHAT I CHOOSE TO BECOME

It’s easy to understand your feelings for her when looked under a microscope. She saved you that spring night and for it you have made her a pawn in your game. You move her with precision and with the deftness of one who does not have time; and while it is the fault of all good people to fall to the hands of another, ALBATROSS knows exactly what you are. Her devotion to you does not have a name, nor a reason for its existence, but it acts as a soft place to land when things fall pitifully. When your best laid out plans do not go as intended it is she who shields you from blame and recompense, using her position as a means of canon fodder. You are using her, this is a fact known to everyone, but she allows it to happen. So why do you feel so guilty, why does it feel like you already have her blood on your hands?

THE CORVIDS : MAGPIE & BLUE JAY﹒   AND I AM A WITNESS WATCHING IT

The crown you wear is heavy with the burden of some other man’s sins. CROW disappears and the rest turn to you for instruction, not because they want to, but because there is no other choice. You had dreamed of power of your own before, but never in the context of this thing that made you. MAGPIE stands solemnly next to you, one foot in the abyss and the other planted firmly by your side. You watch as he follows his heart into ruin, chasing after some fairytale no one can persuade to stay, and so you do the only thing you know how: you dig your nails into his flesh and wait for him to notice the blood. Meanwhile BLUE JAY sits quietly to your left, eyes flickering back and forth between the misery of MAGPIE and your self-fulfilling prophecy. You want to reach out to him, tell him all the things you admire about his work, but you stop yourself just short of doing so. He must learn to take the things that he wants or else he will always be left empty. Your love, your devotion, it hurts because you care.

This skeleton is TAKEN by HONEY and is portrayed by JEON JONG-SEO. Their highest stat is INTELLIGENCE and their specialty is LANGUAGES. Click HERE for the family tree.

[twstarchives]

NRC Academic Departments

Night Raven College course catalog, as revealed so far.

Humanities

History of Magic

Animal Languages

Science

Alchemy

Astrology

Biology

Magical Potions

Mathematics

(Unspecified)

Magic

Practical Magic

Magic Analysis

Ancient Curses

Conjuration

Defense Magic

Kinesiology

Physical Education

Flying

Swimming

Other

Master Chef

Poison Making

Music

Art

Changes and Comparisons of Abbreviated Spells in Ancient and Modern Magic History

Students’ Best Courses

Practical Magic → Riddle

Magic Analysis → Ace, Sebek

PE → Deuce, Silver

Alchemy → Trey, Azul

Astrology → Cater

Potions → Jade, Vil

Music → Floyd, Kalim

Flying → Epel

Art → Rook

Ancient Curses → Leona, Jamil

Defense Magic → Jack, Malleus

Conjuration → Idia

Animal Languages → Ruggie

History of Magic → Lilia

Other Info

Vil, Lilia, and Cater take Poison Making as their elective.

Third-years seem to have an option between “Poison Making” or the “Changes and Comparisons of Abbreviated Spells” class for one of their electives.¹

Flying is taken as a PE elective; not many Pomefiore students choose it.²

1. Cater Lab Coat PS 2. Epel PE Uniform PS

[misterewrites]

Intro to Jaime 101 and a Half

Hey everyone! E here hoping you are all good. It's time for a new chapter of Mirror's Edge! Haha been a while huh? I was actually writing a mini arc for welcome to an Underground cuz it felt right you know? Better to get all that put together and squared away. And now that that's done, here we are.

Umm the next thing I write will either be another's Mirror's Edge chapter, the last intro chapter before I get into actual story arcs or maybe some fandom stuff I haven't decided. 

Anyway, I hope you are all safe, sound, keeping your loved ones safe too, wear a mask, wash your hands, vaccinate yourself if you can, push to release the vaccines world wide and be careful. Have an amazing week and see you soon with a new chapter and or story! feel free to leave likes, reblog, comments and recommend this to your friends! I appreciate it, enjoy!!

Here’s the chapter over at a03 if you wanted have an easier time reading cuz tumblr hates me!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/80953405

Here’s the story from the beginning if you’re curious what’s it all about

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/75486005

And here’s a link to all my stories 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/MrE42/pseuds/MrE42

Summary:  Jaime, adoptive sister of Finnrick and fiancée of Casey, is late to work. The Grimoire, magical library and hub of all knowledges is her workplace and she has thrown herself into it completely for whatever reason. Still with Casey lingering on her mind, she can't help but feel torn between her love of books and the love of her life.

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As Jaime hurried away from Willow’s Rook and Casey, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed in herself. She told herself under no circumstances she would see her fiancée but one glance towards his office and Jaime was knocking on his door without a second thought. A ten minute conversation later and now she was late to work.

She sighed, glancing downward towards the engagement ring snugly wrapped around her finger.

Jaime’s heart raced beyond her control as her fingers tingled with the warmth Casey’s cheek. She could still feel the pulsing of their hearts beating in time with one another, love and longing palpable in that moment.

“Jaime, why do you do this to yourself?” she murmured sadly “You said don’t see him. You said don’t visit him. You said you could handle this whole break and now we’re late.”

Jaime picked up her pace, power walking in hopes somehow that could shave off the seconds she desperately needed to avoid being reprimanded: The Grimoire may have been a library but it had a strict late policy both on books and personal.

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The Grimoire was as elegant as it was ancient: The library was one of the oldest buildings in Newton Haven, constructed when the city was little more than a mile of stacked bricks among swampland. Faded red stone archways and columns did nothing to belittle the power and importance of the Grimoire. Even the mundane folk could feel the magical force that radiated from within, a fantastic world beyond the threshold.

Of course there was a fantastic world hidden inside: The library was one of the major hubs for the magical community and it wasn’t uncommon to see various races searching the many bookshelves for whatever subject tickled their fancy.

The interior was elegant and timeless: The walls and floors were soothing shades of brown with furniture pulled from all eras of human history. Three stories of endless knowledge about countless subjects. Translucent spirits hurried back and forth, humming happily in death as they did in life while they performed their duties to the Grimoire. In the center, amid the hustle and bustle, stood a spiraling staircase that disappeared beyond the ceiling to the Librarian’s office.

There, just past the entrance and to the side, was a security desk with a figure lazily sitting upon it: He was humanoid, muscular and impossibly large, easily seven feet tall. His skin was gray as storm clouds and his eyes shone with an electric blue shade. His hair and beard were frosted white like he dove face first into snow. His uniform consisted of a dark blue buttoned up collared shirt that was one flex from tearing in two and old rugged jeans. His black combat boots were immaculately cleaned as he placed them on the surface of the desk.

He clicked his tongue as he slowly turned the page on the latest romance novel he had been enthralled by.

“Sinclair, you’re late.” He spoke softly but even a whisper couldn’t stop his voice from reverberating throughout the hall.

Passerby’s shot confused glances at one another but no one stopped at Dusty’s declaration

The storm giant sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly “Sinclair, you’re not fooling anyone.”

Silence and more quizzical glances.

Dusty shook his head, disappointed as he snapped his finger.

The air smelled of fresh rain while a source-less thunder boomed overhead. Nearby, a person, previously invisible, flickered into existence. Their previously camouflaged self changed into a rainbow of colorful hues before bursting into a flurry of sea green sparks and revealing a sheepish Jaime, her hands raised in defeat.

“Sinclair.” Dusty’s voice was dry yet amused.

Jaime clasped her hands together as she made her way over to the storm giant’s desk “Dusty! I...”

“Am late.” he finished for her, a gentle chuckle escaping his throat “Remington again?”

“Whaaaaaa?” Jaime’s face scrunched into a false sense of surprise “No, no. Come on. Me and Casey are….well you see…..it’s frankly none of your business.”

Dusty nodded wisely “True. It is none of my business. Go on before I sic the ghosts on you.”

Jaime gave a quick curtsy before running as quickly as she could. Dusty rolled his eyes before returning to his romance novel he was previously captivated with.

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Everyone who worked in the Grimoire had their own personal office tucked away somewhere to ensure privacy for personal studies. Jaime’s office was in the back of the library, hidden behind the alchemy section. It was one of the wider offices, more akin to a school class room. True to her wizard background, it was messy: Piles of folders, books left open and hastily scribbled papers were sprawled about. A fairly sized cauldron sat ontop of her desk, currently not in use. Sticky notes littered randomly across the walls. And like any true wizard, a magical circle was engraved directly into the center of the room for varying purposes.

Despite the appearance of her lair, she was actually one of the more organized of wizards. Even her prodigal brother Finn’s lair wasn’t as well maintained and cataloged as her. Though, to be fair, she did have help most wizards didn’t.

Jaime placed her bag by the door, eyes searching about for her helper.

“Bartholomew! Bartholomew Ringtail, you here?”

A moment past before the sound of rustling papers and scuttling paws could be heard. Jaime reached into her pack and pulled out a bag of popcorn just in time for Bartholomew reach out for the treat.

Bartholomew Ringtail, like his name suggested, was raccoon. Light gray fur, little black mask over his snout and tiny adorable paws. However, unlike most of his kind, wore a small cap upon his head and that made him cuter than the average raccoon.

Well that and the fact he was magical.

While her brother was a master practitioner of powerful protective wizardry, Jaime’s skills lay elsewhere as a conjurer. Her strength came in summoning powerful familiars to further her goals.

Normally a wizard would have to spend time preparing the ritual, collecting the materials related to whatever being they were trying to bring onto this plane. Demons, angels, fey, constructs of strange and alien machinery from beyond human understanding. Anything could be summoned if you had the proper knowledge and power.

Normally such rituals would take hours if not days to perform: Time to gather magical energies, to search the planes of reality for your being of choice and of course drag it kicking and screaming to you. Also summons were temporary as beings not native to the plane could only be sustained by whatever magic brought them. Much like a timer, the magic would slowly fade and once empty any being summoned are forcibly returned from whence they came.

Jaime was much faster and more persuasive in her summoning spell casting. She could do it in a matter of minutes as opposed to days though it still required a massive amount of magical energy, Unlike other wizards, conjurer summons did not decay over time. Whatever they brought into this world stayed in this world unlike magic could no longer maintain their form, usually from being attacked over and over.

Bartholomew was one such creature. In fact Bartholomew was Jaime’s first summon back when she was a fledgling wizard being trained by her brother. She wasn’t hundred percent where exactly he came from but she was grateful for her longtime companion and friend.

Bartholomew popped open the popcorn bag and hurriedly began to stuff handful of the tasty snack into his waiting maw.

Jaime smiled brightly before glancing about room, quietly complementing which project to continue.

A wizard’s magic was as much studying as it was practice.

Finnrick once described the difference between wizards and other casters as using a phonebook. The others were given a phonebook by some higher power. The numbers were already written down and set. However, they could only use those numbers and each different caster had different numbers for different purposes.

Wizards, on the other hand, no such phonebook. They have work hard, study and call each number to understand what the number did. Aside from being tutored by other wizards or spellbooks or other sources of knowledge, the wizard must discovered and write down the numbers on their own, creating their own phone book. Of course that meant wizards weren’t as limited as the other casters and were free to discover a possible infinite amount of spells.

Jaime took a step forward when a voice called out to her.

“Hey sis!”

Jaime whirled around to find the smiling face of her brother Finnrick, fedora in one hand and a friendly wave in the other.

“FINNY!” Jaime cheered, racing forward and wrapping her brother in a tight hug.

Finnrick laughed before returning the gesture “Hey Jai, how you doing?”

“Good” Jaime broke away “Great even! I was just about to practice my spells. I’m still having trouble.”

“Sis.” Finnrick’s voice became firm “It’s visual as much as it is feeling.”

“I know, I know” Jaime shifted uneasily under his gaze “It’s just I usually just bring in heavy hitters, not be one.”

“Any wizard can stick to their strengths. Great wizards are well versed in all forms magic. Spar?”

Jaime gave a crooked smile “Loser buys lunch.”

“And dinner” he cockily added.

Jaime motioned to the circle but Finnrick was already on it. Clasping his hands, Finnrick murmured something too softly for her to hear then pushed his arms outward. A blue dome formed over the two, encasing them in a makeshift arena.

Jaime took her place opposite of her brother “Ready?”

“Sisters first.”

Jaime closed her eyes. She imagined a flame in the palm of her hand. She imagined the heat from the flame. She imagined how it shifted back and forth with a gentle breeze. She saw it clearly in her mind’s eye and then she willed it into reality

“Inferus!” Jaime shouted, her hands glowing with a sea green glow. The flame burst into existence, just as she created. She pulled her arm back and lobbed it with as much force as towards her brother.

Finnrick didn’t budge an inch while flame sailed his way. He rose his hand calmly and with a mighty swing, backhanded and sent the flame skittering across the floor.

Finnrick didn’t waste any time in his counter attack. His finger tips gleamed with blue magical energy and with a flick forward, unleashing a barrage of icicles.

Jaime outstretched her hand forward, sea green glyph forming in the air. A thin matching barrier appeared in front of her in time to catch the first of the icy attack but as the rest collided, cracks began to widen and spread with each successive blow.

“Don’t fight like me Jaime!” Finnrick scolded, sending another wave of icy daggers.

The barrier hadn’t lasted under the second barrage: The moment an icicle collided with her shield, it broke, scattering and fading out of existence.

Jaime, however, was prepared. She ducked and weaved under the attack, pivoting her heels like a graceful dancer while moving her way out of the line of fire.

Jaime twirled about, gathering the magic in her hands before sending outward. Long streams of flames began to swirl about like tendrils reaching for prey as she spun about.

Finnrick gestured at her with a finger gun and clicked his tongue, bringing down his thumb like a hammer of a gun. Jaime’s eyes widened with surprise as she felt some foreign entity began to shift and make her spell uneven. She tried to maintain it but Finnrick’s surge of magic was too much for her. The magic she held exploded, the flames vanishing as the force of the spell breaking sent her sprawling to the floor.

Finnrick was already on the move, arching his arm backwards before throwing forward a bolt of lightning.

Jaime sprung to her feet, leaning as far back as she could to narrowly avoid attack. The lightning bolt struck the dome but before she could react, it bounced and struck her directly from behind.

Luckily it was a training session and only gave a her a light shove forward. Jaime flapped about wildly before she manged to get her balance steady.

“Game, set and match!” Finnrick beamed with a grin.

Jaime rolled her eyes “Big surprise my genius brother won. The dome’s so small I barely had room to move!”

“Exactly!”

Jaime shot her brother suspicious glare.

Finnrick rose his hands “Hey, never let your opponent dictate the field of battle if you can manage it.”

“Yeah, I should’ve seen that coming” Jaime sighed.

Finnrick made his way over and wrapped his sister in a loving one armed hug “Remember sis, real life has no rules.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jaime nudged Finnrick’s ribs playfully “Whatever you say cheater.”

Finnrick ruffled his sister’s hair playfully “Life lessons are important to share to your siblings. Need help with anything?”

“Oh you better be spending time with me. After that thrashing you gave me, you owe me big.”

Finnrick stood up straight, hand raised in a lax salute.

Jaime responded by poking his stomach.

“Oww, I give I give!” Finnrick chuckled “Why must you resort to violence?”

“Family upbringing I guess.”

The two siblings fell into a peaceful quiet as they began shifting and searching through Jaime’s notes.

“Jaime?”

“Hmm?”

“Question.”

“Answer.”

“Any word on the big move?”

Jaime stopped, her hands hovering over a book.

“No” Jaime murmured weakly “No word yet. They’re still debating I guess.”

“Mhm” Finnrick replied without much else.

Jaime turned to her brother “Finn, I…”

Finnrick rose a hand to stop her “It’s your life. Your choice. If this is what you want, then I will be happy for you.”

“But?” Jaime added in.

Finnrick pursed his lips, running his finger down the spine of a nearby book “I want you to be content as well. I know you…..I mean….you’re still wearing the ring.”

Jaime glance down to her engagement ring. She could still feel Casey’s warmth underneath her fingertips, his heart beating rapidly in time with hers.

“Think about it” Finnrick said with a hint of finality “Life’s too random to live with regrets.”

“So” Jaime cleared her throat, desperate to change the subject “Any news on your angel?”

Silence.

“Finn?”

She found him fidgeting with his fingers, his cheeks blazing a bright red as he averted his gaze.

“Finn! You found her?! And you didn't tell me?!”

Finnrick gave a shy nod, biting his lips nervous.

Jaime lunged at him, wrapping her arms tightly around him in a loving embrace “That’s great bro! When am I meeting her?”

Finnrick turned to her, unsure what she meant “What?”

“When am I meeting her” she repeated.

“Umm….why?”

“To interrogate her of course!”

“Jaime!”

“What? Just cause you like her doesn’t mean I do.”

“Jaime, don’t you dare!”

“Try and stop me!”

Finnrick dove for her but Jaime saw it coming a mile away. She pivoted on her toes, twirling out of the way of Finnrick’s attack. As her brother began to chase her around the office, Jaime quietly enjoyed this moment between siblings.

She was going to miss this when she left Newton Haven behind.

[sohotthateveryonedied]

Of course this wouldn’t happen in canon because this sassy butler is immortal but how would Bruce and the kids react to Alfred dying? (Pls bring on all the angst Soho, as you are the master of it)

Bruce doesn’t leave the Batcave for days—doesn’t even change out of his suit, refusing to talk to anyone even when the others beg him to snap out of it and take care of himself again, help them get through this. Grudgingly they all back down and decide to give him time, assuming he’s doing what he always does and burying himself in work to take his mind off of his grief. After a week of this, though, Barbara hacks into the batcomputer to find out what the hell Bruce is distracting himself with. It turns out he’s going over the reports from the day Alfred died, cataloging every single way he could have prevented it like a horrible, unending cycle of guilt and grief. Marking all the ways he failed to save his father. Barbara doesn’t hack in again after that.

Dick tries to do what he’s good at, staying strong for everyone else, but the walls crumble before they’re even fully built. He knows he should be better than this. After all, if he can’t buck up and be a pillar for everyone else, then who will? It’s Dick’s job to be strong. He’s supposed to be the safety net. But as much as he tries, he just can’t stop thinking about it, about Alfred—their butler, their role model, their grandfather—being gone for good. And Dick finds that he just doesn’t have it in him to be strong this time. He’s done it so many times in the past for so many deaths, but none of them were Alfred.

Jason goes full radio silence as soon as he hears the news. That night, the media blows up reports of the bloodbath Red Hood unleashes on Gotham, tracking down every criminal he can get his hands on and executing them on the spot. No mercy. No holding back. No sign of him stopping. Afterward Jason hardly remembers that night, too consumed by the ocean of loss slamming into him time and time again, mixed with the Pit rage turning his blood into venom. It’s the only pain he can remember being in that overshadows the crowbar.

No one sees Cass for days. She vanishes like a ghost, gone without a trace to mourn on her own. She can hardly contain her own pain; she can’t add anyone else’s on top of it. She won’t be able to bear it, so she locks herself away. Nobody finds her until Bruce goes into Alfred’s room for the first time since his death, finally finding the courage to do so. He finds Cass in there, curled up on Alfred’s perfectly made bed and crying into her knees. It’s not the first hug she’s gotten since the news, but it’s the first one that made her think that maybe, eventually, everything will be okay.

Like Cass, Tim shuts himself away. He doesn’t come out of his room for anything; not for food, not for patrol, not even for the funeral. He doesn’t know if he can handle another funeral, especially not Alfred’s. On the third day of lying in his bed and staring at the wall, Tim’s eyes land on the chess set in the corner of his room, where he and Alfred would play whenever they had time off. There’s a scoreboard on the wall, showing in tallies the tie they’ve been locked in since October. Feeling like his limbs are made of concrete, Tim gets out of bed and sits at the table, moving his rook to capture Alfred’s knight. Over the rest of the day, he quietly finishes their last game.

Duke didn’t know Alfred as long as the others had, but he loved the old man dearly and his death hits hard. But, maybe for the first time, Duke finally sees the heart of this family. They’re not just vigilantes; they’re a group of porcelain people who have been shattered over and over again, and all they’re trying to do is help glue themselves back together after every crash. It’s Duke who ends up being the strong one, making meals and being a confidant for whenever someone needs to talk, because now he understands what it means to be a part of this. To take on the burden of the many, trying to fit their broken pieces back together like Bruce did when he adopted Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke all of them. He finally understands Batman.

Damian isn’t prepared for this. Not for any of it. As much as Damian’s life has been filled with blood and death, he never imagined Alfred’s being a part of it. He always seemed so untouchable, so pristine. For the first time in his short life, Damian finds that he can’t move on. When Father died, it was difficult. When Grayson died, it was agonizing. And when Alfred dies, Damian feels every last emotion he has shutting down like a blown-out candle. He can’t think about it. He can’t feel it. He refuses to feel it, because he knows that if he lets go and allows himself to feel the pain, even for a second, he’ll never come back from it. Because it’s not supposed to be Alfred.

It was never supposed to be Alfred.

[darthkvznblogs]

True, not every alien has amazing powers (looking at you, Rook!), but I was more thinking of the fact that if Allura met Ben, she'd have hope for the revival of her species. So, Ben will only really unlock aliens with powers that could help him in his heroics?

No, not what I meant. I haven't written the outline for them meeting yet or anything like that, but supposing Ben met Allura, the Omnitrix would recognize her DNA and unlock the pre-existing Altean form for use. This already happened, even if there was no outward sign of it, when Ben met Hala the Accuser - if Ben had known about this function at the time and dedicated a bit of time to figuring out how to track that form down, he'd be able to take a Kree form.

These forms take a backseat to the ones you'd be familiar with because they're not really meant for fighting with, so they aren't automatically put in a combat playlist, but they're still part of the catalog - and arguably the main function of the Omnitrix, even if very few of its bearers have ever used it that way. And they're still valuable in their own way - he might have to infiltrate a Galra base or hide out in a Kree world someday, y'know? @the-literary-lord