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perspectivestarters · 1 year ago

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; 1989 (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift (Part II)

WILDEST DREAMS

Let's get out of this town.

Heaven can't help me now.

Nothing lasts forever.

This is gonna take me down.

He's so tall and handsome as hell.

He's so bad, but he does it so well.

I can see the end as it begins.

Say you'll remember me.

Say you'll see me again.

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams.

No one has to know what wе do.

This is gettin' good now.

You'll see me in hindsight.

Burnin' it down.

Someday, when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL

Are you insane?

It's been a long six months.

You were too afraid to tell her what you want.

That's how it works.

That's how you get the girl.

I want you for worse or for better.

I would wait forever and ever.

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together.

Remind her how it used to be.

Tеll her how you must have lost your mind.

You left her all alone and never told her why?

That's how you lost the girl.

You know that I don't want you to go.

THIS LOVE

I could go on and on.

And you were just gone.

I never dreamed of this.

This love is good.

This love is bad.

This love is alive back from the dead.

These hands had to let it go free.

This love came back to me.

Struggled through the night with someone new.

You showed up just in time.

I watched you leave.

When you're young, you just run.

You come back to what you need.

This love left a permanent mark.

This love is glowing in the dark.

I KNOW PLACES

It's a scene and we're out here in plain sight.

I can hear them whisper as we pass by.

It's a bad sign.

Somethin' happens when everybody finds out.

Love's a fragile little flame, it could burn out.

They are the hunters, we are the foxes.

I know places we won't be found.

They'll be chasing their tails tryin' to track us down.

I know places we can hide.

Lights flash and we'll run for the fences.

Let them say what they want, we won't hear it.

Loose lips sink ships all the damn time.

Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it.

They take their shots, but we're bulletproof.

You know, for me, it's always you.

I know, for you, it's always me.

CLEAN

The drought was the very worst.

The flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst

It was months and months of back and forth.

You're still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore.

Hung my head as I lost the war.

When I was drownin', that's when I could finally breathe.

I think I am finally clean.

I punchеd a hole in the roof.

Let the flood carry away all my pictures of you.

I screamed so loud, but no one heard a thing.

Just because you're clean, don't mean you don't miss it.

I won't give in.

Now that I'm clean, I'm never gonna risk it.

WONDERLAND

We fell down a rabbit hole.

Nothing's as it seems.

Didn't they tell us, "Don’t rush into things"?

Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

Didn't it all seem new and excitin'?

I should have slept with one eye open at night.

We found Wonderland.

You and I got lost in it.

We pretended it could last forever.

Life was never worse, but never better.

There were strangers watchin'.

Whispers turned to talkin', and talking turned to screams.

Didn’t you calm my fears with a Cheshire cat smile?

It’s all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind.

I reached for you, but you were gone.

I knew I had to go back home.

You searched the world for somethin' else to make you feel like what we had.

And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad.

YOU ARE IN LOVE

Time moved too fast.

No proof, not much, but you saw enough.

The light reflects the chain on your neck.

No proof, one touch, but you felt enough.

You can hear it in the silence.

You can feel it on the way home.

You can see it with the lights out.

You are in love.

He keeps his word.

For once, you lеt go of your fears and your ghosts.

You're my best friend.

He keeps a picture of you in his office downtown

You understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars.

I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words.

NEW ROMANTICS

We're all so tired of everything.

We wait for trains that just aren't comin'.

We show off our different scarlet letters.

Trust me, mine is better.

We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin.

We play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doin'.

We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom.

I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me.

Every day is like a battle.

Every night with us is like a dream.

We're the new romantics.

Heartbreak is the national anthem.

We are too busy dancin' to get knocked off our feet.

The best people in life are free.

The lights and noise are blinding.

It's all in the timing,

We need love, but all we want is danger.

We team up, then switch sides like a record changer.

The rumors are terrible and cruel but, honey, most of them are true.

Come along with me.

Please, take my hand.

Please, take me dancin'.

Please, leave me stranded.

It's so romantic.

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coolstorysister · 1 year ago

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Lyric starters 8

You can already tell the energy is different.

Try me, if you wanna!

That's a war that you could never win.

But hey, I like the optimism!

I think I made a good decision.

Trust my gut.

That's not realistic.

It's showtime!

I always hit the bullseye.

It's unavoidable at this point.

I'm not the one to pick a fight with.

It's written on your face.

You don't have to scream and yell!

It's clear to me, yeah, I can tell.

The front you put on isn't real.

"Got a problem?" "Yes!"

Catch me if you can!

I take pride in this.

I used to know, but I'm not sure now.

What was I made for?

I don't know how to feel, but I wanna try.

I don't know how to feel, but someday I might.

When did it end, all the enjoyment?

I'm sad again.

It's not what he's made for.

Think I forgot how to be happy.

Our coming of age has come and gone.

I never had the courage of my convictions.

No, I could never give you peace.

I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm.

All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret.

The devil's in the details.

You got a friend in me.

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

It's like I'm wasting your honor.

Is it enough?

I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best.

The rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me.

What did you think I'd say to that?

You know I will.

Fuck you forever!

When you say I'm angry, I get more angry.

What a shame she went mad.

"No one likes a mad woman." "You made her like that!"

They say "move on", but you know I won't.

It's obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together.

I'm taking my time.

You took everything from me!

She should be mad, should be scathing like me!

Make sure nobody sees you leave.

Keep your eyes down.

Take the road less traveled by.

It's born from just one single glance, but it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times.

Take the words for what they are.

Don't call me kid!

Don't call me baby!

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me!

You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else.

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me!

You know damn well for you I would ruin myself a million little times.

Friends break up, friends get married.

Trends change. Rumors fly.

I'm right where you left me.

Help!

I'm still at the restaurant.

What a sad sight.

I swear you could hear a hair pin drop right when I felt the moment stop.

Everybody moved on. I stayed there.

They expected me to find somewhere, some perspective.

You left me no choice but to stay here forever.

Time went on for everybody else.

Breakups happen everyday. You don't have to lose it.

Everything was just right.

I cause no harm, mind my business.

If our love died young, I can't bear witness.

It's been so long.

If you ever think you got it wrong, I'm right where you left me.

I've been down since July.

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong.

I was catching my breath.

I couldn't be sure.

I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be forevermore.

Can't remember what I used to fight for.

I rewind the tape but all it does is pause on the very moment all was lost.

Can't not think of all the cost and the things that will be lost.

Can we just get a pause?

In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you.

Never be so kind you forget to be clever. Never be so clever you forget to be kind.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around.

What died didn't stay dead.

You're alive in my head.

Never be so polite you forget your power. Never wield such power you forget to be polite.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were listening to me now.

You'd always go past where our feet could touch.

I should've asked you questions. I should've asked you how to be.

Every scrap of you would be taken from me.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were singing to me now.

I know better.

I still feel you all around.

I see this for what it is.

But now I'm right down in it.

I was dancing when the music stopped.

I can't face reinvention.

I haven't met the new me yet.

There'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you. Both of these things can be true.

There is happiness past the blood and bruise, past the cruses and cries.

Leave it all behind.

When did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk?

When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?

No, I didn't mean that.

Sorry, I can't see facts through all of my fury.

You haven't met the new me yet.

There'll be happiness after me, but there was happiness because of me. Both of these things I believe.

There is happiness in our history, across our great divide.

I can't make it go away by making you a villain.

After giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that.

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush.

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch.

Everybody wants you.

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

I don't like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos?

I see me padding across your wooden floor with my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

It could never be.

My mind turns your life into folklore.

I can't dare to dream about you anymore.

It will never be.

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carbondioxidewater · 3 years ago

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Posting this now since I might not have enough time next week. Actually I didn't plan this to go on for so long but I guess I just get carried away while writing (originally I wanted it to have 2 chapters max.) But anyways here we are 🐣

@karamatsus wow I'm so sorry that you get tagged so often in such a short time, I feel so annoying🥲

Summary: A story of Tobirama and you being in love with each other without knowing the feelings of the other one, then both being put into arranged marriages with others. (info: female s/o)

Warnings: idk a bit of angst maybe? idk how to measure that🥲😅

Taking Too Long (Pt.5)

Silence.

The only sound is the heavy rain falling down.

Soil soaking in wetness.

No sign of sun in sight, only clouds covering the sky.

As if heaven would cry too.

The cold afternoon matching the sorrowful atmosphere in the village.

Tears dropping on the ground, in line with the rain.

The whole village grieved for it's loss.

For their beloved Hokage died.

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"(Y/N), we have to bring forward the wedding."

You knew you'd have to bring that relationship to an end someday, but you didn't know it'd haunt you this soon. You hoped he'd spare you with this topic for a while, but now that he called for it, you had to put your courage together and be honest.

"Haruki...I don't know how to bring this close to you...but..."

Haruki's attention lied fully on you now.

"I'm just going to tell you straight away. I can't marry you. I know we're already engaged and you need this more than ever now, but I just can't do it. I do like you a lot, but I just don't love you. I really tried but my heart belongs to someone else, and there is nothing I can do about that. I'd never be able to give everything in this relationship and that's just not fair to you. You deserve someone who is truthful, not someone with half-hearted attempts."

You swallowed when Haruki didn't say anything but just looked at you.

"...Haruki? Please say something."

He looked down to the ground and sighed.

"This someone...it's Tobirama, right?"

"Uh-...yes...", you stammered with a surprised face and lowered your head. How could everyone see what was going on between you and Tobirama except you two?

"I knew it." A sigh left his lips again but he smiled lightly.

"I'm so sorry." You didn't dare to look into his eyes.

"Don't apologize for having a heart, (Y/N). This was a noble action."

"Noble? I'd say it's anything but this. I feel terrible for doing this to you."

"It really is. Yes, it breaks my heart, I really wanted to see us working, but deep down I knew this couldn't work. I guess I was being so selfish that I was ready to ruin us by ignoring that - just to be together. But your action was pure. You prevented us from misfortune."

He's so tolerant and insightful, how could a person be this polite after being rejected like this? He must be too good to be true. Now you even felt more sorry, though being relieved and happy that it went without any difficulties.

"Thank you so much for reacting this calm. I wish you all the best for your future and I'll always be there if you need me. I hope you know that."

"I do, and the same goes for me. Thank you for still staying with me in those rough times. This shows your true nature. I hope you'll get happy with him, (Y/N)."

He gave you a smile and you returned it, touching his hand in consolation. But this harmony was shattered the moment one of Haruki's subordinates bursted in.

"Haruki-sama! It's an emergency!

Haruki and you looked at him in strain.

"The Hokage is dead!"

This sent a sting to your heart.

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Everybody was gathering around the coffin when you and Haruki arrived. Your eyes were searching for a specific someone in the big crowd and after looking halfway through, you saw Tobirama in front of everyone else. There he was, standing stock-still and having this usual stoic expression on his face, even in such a moment. Everyone else was probably confused, thinking he was heartless for not showing any kinds of emotions to his brothers' death, but the shinobi among you knew better, especially those who repeatedly worked along with him. Deep down he cared more than one could ever imagine, but he just wasn't capable of showing it, taking the way he's been raised into account. Hashirama once opened up to you about how their childhood was far from harmony.

Oppressed by their father, their life was full of pressure, fear and war. It was a way too heavy burden for a clueless, innocent child to bear, which resulted in them having to suppress any signs of childish tendencies to survive the end of the day. They were confronted with death on a daily basis, even seeing the dead and disfigured corpses of their beloved brothers being buried without being allowed to cry a single tear. This trauma still doesn't let one go after so many years, obviously. If he was forced to hold back as a child, then he will still hold back in present time. But he was coping with it the best he could and you knew that. It was probably one of the many reasons why you fell this hard for him, seeing how strong he was, not talking about his physical condition now, but his mental endurance.

You didn't know what to do now though, would it be better to leave him alone or should you go up to him and keep him company? Your mind even thought about Haruki and how bad he'd have to feel if you'd ran up to him now, but you knew this was not the time to worry about this. You wouldn't let him suffer alone. He would have to understand. As if he could read your mind, he told you exactly this.

"Go ahead, don't worry about me. He needs you now."

You nodded thankfully and walked to where Tobirama was located. Apparently, this scared him a little, because when you stopped next to him, you could see his body flinching a tiny bit - almost unseeable though. He didn't move his head, but his eyes wandered to you.

"(Y/N)..." he said and you could hear the pain in his voice.

"We don't need to talk. Just know that you're not alone." You also didn't look at him, your stare setted forward.

You curled your pinky finger around his since this is the only physical touch no one would be able to see or say a thing against.

Unexpectedly, he released his pinky from yours and took your whole hand into his with one move, holding it entirely then.

A deep and intimate connection established between you in this moment and you just stood there and watched the funeral together. When the speech started, you couldn't hold back your tears. As much as you wanted to, since you felt it misplaced in front of Tobirama, - he was his brother in the end - your eyes just worked on their own when you thought of all the memories you had with your friend.

Without planning it, you let out a hearable sob and turned your head to the other direction so that Tobirama wouldn't see you crying.

He didn't say anything but you knew he heard it, because, as soon as you did, he tightened the grip around your hand. You looked up to him for a while before you reciprocated and strengthened your squeeze too. Then you listened further to the speech again. It was one of those who accompanied Hashirama on the field that held it.

"...We want you all to know that he did not die in vain. He fought until the very end to protect us, his comrades, and save the village and it's citizens. He sacrificed himself for our sake and made sure of our survival. And he did not allow himself to be pushed aside by the enemy, not dying until he cleared every single of them out the way to pave the path for us to run into the glowing future that'll embrace us with open arms now. Without him, many of us wouldn't stand here this exact moment, and we will always be thankful for this selfless gesture. He will forever be in our hearts as our saviour, known for his unlimited kindness and devotion for his people, which he saw - as we all felt in our bones - as his own brothers and sisters. And we will forever keep the legacy he entrusted us with, as he will live on in the undying, everlasting Will of Fire. Thank you, Hashirama Senju, for being our beloved Hokage."

The crowd shed in tears.

When the speech was over, the people dedicated their last favor and left slowly. While everyone around you was moving, Tobirama and you waited in silence, just looking into the deep bareness that surrounded you.

You looked at the photograph in the middle of his shrine and remembered the weird feeling you had when talking to him. You wondered if he possibly knew he wouldn't come back home alive back in time.

When everyone was gone - having said their condolences to Tobirama before - you both, still holding hands, stood a little longer, not making any noise before he broke the silence.

"I'm going to be the next Hokage."

You faced him in astonishment.

"Oh...Are you worried?" You carefully asked, not knowing what else to say. He shook his head.

"Not worried. It just doesn't...sit right with me."

"Why?" You asked with a calm voice again.

"It feels wrong." He admitted.

"I understand. But no one would be more suitable than you. Hashirama would want that too."

He huffed lowly in amusement.

"Maybe...What are you even doing here with me? Isn't Haruki waiting for you?" He asked without meaning to blame you, only being purely interested.

"No...I settled things today. He knows about everything. And don't think I'm going to let you alone now." You puffed the last sentence.

"Well, unless you want it of course.", you quickly added, in case he wanted some alone time.

He chuckled, but didn't let go of your hand. You took that as a sign for you to stay.

"At least something is going well today." He took a while before speaking further.

"But (Y/N), now that I'm going to become Hokage, I'll have other things in mind. It'll take a while until I can take care of everything regarding the wedding." You were getting furious at him for thinking you would care about this in such situation.

"How can you think about this now? Don't you dare think I would care about this. I can wait, this right here is more important now. Don't worry about this."

"I'm sorry."

Did he just apologize for that? You felt a pain in your chest, thinking of how broken he must feel at the moment to react like that. You promptly took him in for an embrace. He was surprised at first but eventually returned the hug.

"Please, don't apologize. There's no need to.", you assured him.

He didn't say anything for a long time when, abruptly, you heard soft whimpers, almost inaudible if you wouldn't listen close enough, followed by tears dropping down your skin. He cried. Tobirama Senju cried. In your arms. Not loud, not hard, but he did, and this was an immense sign of trust from his side. Showing his vulnerable side to someone meant that he felt comfortable and safe around them, and you felt honoured, blessed and heartbroken at the same time to be such person to him.

You didn't look up to him, just held him tighter as tears started to fill your eyes too. You squinted your eyes close in agony.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)...I'm sorry, I can't..." He said with a broken voice.

"For what? Don't be. It's alright...let it out." You stroked his back gently with your hands.

"What kind of brother doesn't cry at his brother's funeral?"

He further blamed himself for not crying during the ceremony. You couldn't listen to it, it just broke your heart. You moved your body and took his face into your hands. It was blank like usual, no hint of expression, only his neutral and stern face, but it was full of tears wandering down his skin.

"Stop, Tobirama. You were a good brother, not crying doesn't mean anything less. Everyone deals different with emotions." You wiped away his tears. He looked at you for a while, pulled his eyebrows together in torment and put his hands over yours at his cheeks, holding them there.

"Thanks..." He whispered weak and you hugged him once again, arms around his neck, and gave him a few kisses on the cheek every now and then while he buried his face deep into your neck to hide his tears.

You'd hold him like this forever if you had to, but fortunately, he calmed down in your arms after some time.

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athenaderiva · 2 years ago

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The lyrics to the songs that made me choose them - and who's perspective they're from

Jenny of Oldstones - about Halbrand and lover

they danced through the day and into the night

Queen of Peace - lover corrupted

like stars chase the sun over the glowing hill i will conquer

Heavy In Your Arms - third person perspective

who is the betrayer? who is the killer in the crowd?

Drumming Song - lover

but as the water fills my lungs it couldn't wash the echoes out. i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole till there's nothing left inside my soul

Long Way Home - Halbrand

til the sun comes up we can own this town, something like make believe

Monster Among Men - Halbrand

i won't break your heart again, i don't wanna be a monster among men

Older - Halbrand

you kiss away the pain, every time you twist my lips, my dear devoted delicate

Dancing with the Devil - lover

i've been good, don't i deserve it? /// almost made it to heaven, it was closer than you know

All For Us - Halbrand

just for your love i'd give you the world

Born to be Your Queen - corrupted lover

oh watch me rise i'm never coming down, in time they'll love and honour me

Tell Me If You Wanna Go Home - lover

and i just can't bear if you're not there

Ophelia - Halbrand

heaven help the fool who falls in love /// you can't feel nothing small

Soldier, Poet, King - about Halbrand

there will come a poet who's weapon is his word, he will slay you with his tongue

Standing At The Wall - Halbrand, then lover

i remember long before the sun refused to shine /// my dreams are all for naught but lost at sea

Self Crucify - lover

what's the point of pretending were alright? its important to not self crucify

Waiting on a Miracle - lover

someone please just let me know, where do i go? i am waiting on a miracle

Whatever It Takes - Halbrand

i love the adrenaline in my veins /// i love how it feels when i break the chains

Feed The Flames - Halbrand about lover

i watch your light shine within, glowing like a beacon

Weapon - Halbrand

the devil on my shoulder wants to pull me under

Various Storms and Saints - lover

you took your toll on me so i gave myself willingly

Safe & Sound - lover & Halbrand

"don't leave me here alone" /// darling everything's on fire

Everybody Knows - third person perspective

everybody knows that it's coming apart

Jerome - lover

he was a quiet man with bloodstains on his hand /// why you treat me so cold? /// the only love i've ever known

Dancing in the Grey - Halbrand

i won't let you fall lower than me // marked by the overcast, dancing in the grey

Into The West - third person perspective, just the whole song

Uncomfortably Numb - Halbrand

baby all i'm gonna do is bring you down under the water. how long can you hold your bated breath before you drown?

Not Afraid Anymore - Halbrand about lover

devil underneath your grin, sweet thing

Angels Like You - Halbrand about lover

gonna wish we never met on the day i leave. i brought you down to your knees cos the day that misery loves company

Savior Complex - lover

you want blood and i promised, i'm a bad liar with a savior complex

Queen of Disaster - lover

you're the king and baby i'm the queen of disaster

Vulnerable - Halbrand

i would tell you all my secrets, wrap your arms around my weakness if the only other option is letting go

(I Just) Died In Your Arms - lover

loving by proxy, no give and no take // i should've walked away

Salvation - lover

are you far? will you come to my rescue? am i left to die? but i can't give up on you

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Halbrand

for this gift i feel blessed

Somewhere Over The Rainbow - lover

someday i'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Favorite Crime - lover

know that i loved you so bad, i let you treat me like that - i was your willing accomplice, honey

Tears of Gold - lover

you can make me cry a thousand times, i come on back

Green Green Dress - lover, Halbrand

tell me what to do, i'll do anything you say /// can i tie you up, love?

Baby Blue - lover

in for a moment or stay for a lifetime /// i wanna stay here forever

War of Hearts - Halbrand

stay with me a little longer, i will wait for you. shadows creep and want grows stronger, thoughts of you consume

Meet Me On The Battlefield - lover

i will be your sword and shield, your camouflage, and you will be mine

Sinners - both

the world may disapprove but my world is only you

Tripping Over Air - Halbrand

is there something on your mind, cause you're the only thing on mine, love

Saturn - Halbrand about lover

with shortness of breath you explain the infinite - how rare and beautiful it is to even exist

Landmines - lover about Halbrand

holding on to you is like guarding a grenade, slow dancing on landmines

Soft to be Strong - lover

i choose to love you without fear, no shame in being sincere

What The Water Gave Me - corrupted lover

she's a cruel mistress and a bargain must be made

All The Kings Horses - lover

free to go back on my own but is it still a home when you're all alone?

Fire and Ice - lover

i'm still as a statue but he brings me to life - don't care if it's right

Shadow Preachers - lover

you make me wanna love, hate, cry, take every part of you

Man or a Monster - Halbrand

do you hold the light or is darkness underneath?

When The Darkness Comes - lover

i'll be here waiting, hoping, praying that this light will guide you home

Empire - corrupted lover

just one word, i'll let the world burn. i'm gonna build me an empire and it's lonely at the top

Hard to Kill - Halbrand

the world owes me a debt, and now i've come to collect so don't get in my way

Villains pt1 - Halbrand

i become possessed and obsessed with the idea of revenge

Please Take Me - lover

what do i do if you're no good for me but i might be good for you? why do i crave your love so desperately when i don't even want to?

Where The Shadows Lie - third perspective and the whole song

Battlefield - lover

everything could stay the same or we could change it all

Anti-Hero - Halbrand

did you hear my covert narcissism i disguise as altruism?

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - Halbrand

every single thing i touch becomes sick with sadness

#Spotify

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cicaklah · 2 years ago

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2, 9, 17, 29 for the writing ask, please! :)

2: talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Yes hello Diana is calling from the fuck cabin telling me that this story is NOT going to end in a great fuck by the fire, they are absolutely going to NOT fuck and its going to change your life.

9: in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

Obviously I wouldn't want anyone to adapt my fanfiction (though IO call me I will do anything for £1 if it makes it extra-canon) but I would absolutely love if any of my original things were adapted, omg. PLEASE make a tv series about the floating city ship full of layers of revolutionaries! PLEASE make Stella and Hyde's agent/handler triple cross double uno reverse betrayal story a sexy erotic thriller!! Adapt the economics/christianity technothriller into a sexy six part BBC miniseries!!!! Ditto the murder mystery victorian-era cricket revolutionary steampunk novel!! And while you're at it, the modern day raffles series where they're both women.

Of course I'd have to write them but you know. That's by the by.

17: what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

So this used to be 'Oysters are for summer, and outgoing tides.' from Sillage, then it was basically the entire 4th section of someday I'll love what I cant find in you (How many years was it before she truly got it? That she understood how one word could contain multitudes, that she loved him, loved him so much, loved him like the crunch of unreplicated apples and as something small and cute hidden in a drawer and as part of her, an organ, perhaps, vital to her survival.) but now I don't know, maybe "Like I said. They don’t live happily ever after. No one does. But they do live." from I've been the thorn I've been the hunt but probably everything the almighty egg goddess says in how an egg makes another egg, specifically:

“WE COME FROM THE EGG

OUR BONES AND FEATHERS

RETURN TO IT

THE REST IS TRANSIENT

MERE FLESH

MERE ALBUMEN

BUT OUR BONES AND FEATHERS

AND THE CRY OF THE DAWN

ARE MADE OF STERNER STUFF

IT DOES NOT DECAY EASILY”

29: give us a spoiler for one of your stories.

yes, nearly everybody dies...but do you really think that death is the end?

#meme me #meaty meme #fic writing problems

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emma-nation · 4 years ago

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The Devil In I - Bela x OC (Resident Evil Village AU)

“Step inside, see the Devil in I”

Summary: Aleena Novak is a 19 years old orphan who desired more than living in a village in the middle of nowhere. A talented artist with a big future ahead, she gets the scholarship of her dreams in United States. But everything changes when her twin brother, Auryk, steals an important artifact from Castle Dimitrescu.

In this adventure, Aleena will find way more than she expected.

“You’ll realize I’m not your Devil anymore”

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x OC

Genre: Between T and M (Trigger warning for violence, blood, abuse and eventual smut)

Tag List: @nydeiri

Notes: This is my first RES fic, so I'm sorry if I mess it up a bit. English is also not my main language, so a mistake or two may happen. I hope you enjoy it :)

Trigger Warning: Language, abuse, blood and violence.

Eastern Europe - July, 2009

"If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?"

Mother closed the book, placing it on the bedside table between Auryk's bed and mine. Then, she lowered herself and kissed my forehead like she did every night. Her long, blonde hair tickled my face and left a trace of her sweet lavender fragrance in the air. I giggled.

"Good night, sweetheart," she spoke.

"Good night, momma."

"Cherish your last night as a six years old. Tomorrow you will become a..."

"Princess?!"

"A seven years old girl. The prettiest girl in the village."

"Pffft," Auryk let out a displeased grunt from his bed, covering his head with the pillow to avoid listening another word from the conversation.

"And you too," mother sat by his side on the bed and repeated her nightly ritual of kissing his forehead to wish him a good night too. "You'll become the most handsome and brave warrior in this village. Do you understand?"

"I hope so. Good night, mom."

"Good night, buddy."

Mother left the room, leaving us both in the dark. However, we couldn't sleep. Not because we were thrilled about our incoming birthday party as any regular child, but because we knew our lives were about to change. Seven years old was the age every child from our village was introduced to the truth and started being trained to fight the evil that haunted our lands. Auryk and I spent minutes, or maybe hours, in silence, staring at the ceiling.

"Leena?" He was the first one to speak. "Do you believe a spell can broken? I mean, like a curse?"

"I don't know, Ryk," I answered, feeling my thoughts starting to drift away. "Maybe we're doomed after all. Or... we could learn how to love the beasts."

The birthday parties always happened during the daytime, rules of the village. We could no longer be outside after 6 PM. Mother got help from the other women to prepare the treats and organize the decorations. Auryk was disguised as a pirate and I... I was Belle, from the Beauty and the Beast.

"So, what do you think you will be getting this year?" My best friend Elena asked while we were playing with our dolls. She was about two years older than us.

"I don't know," I shrugged. Being a merchant, my father always returned home with the most unusual gifts: a magical music box, a voodoo doll that had a life on its own or a fragrance that chased away the monsters - and everybody else too. "A new book. I'm hoping for a new book."

It was only by the end of the party Adrian Novak made his entrance. That was the mystery about him. Nobody knew when he would show up, or if he would show up at all. He still had that same annoying smirk on his face. The corner of his mouth holding a cigarette. The months away made his beard grow longer, as well as his dark hair. In the sunlight, the scar above his eye was even more visible.

"Auryk," he shouted, "come here, son. I've got something for ya."

My twin brother, who had been climbing trees with his friends stop frozen in spot for a second. I couldn't tell if he hated or feared that man. Maybe both. He slowly followed father's command, approaching him cautiously.

"Hi, dad."

"Happy birthday, son," father ruffled his dark straight hair with his strong and calloused hand. "It's about time you grow up."

He handed my brother a large package. From our experience, we knew exactly what it was, a shotgun.

"T-Thank you, dad."

"I'll be spending some time at home. Tomorrow we'll start practicing."

Auryk consented. He shot me a quick glance. From our twin bond I could tell my brother was far from happy. When he blew his candles that afternoon, he didn't wish for a weapon. We wished to be a normal child.

"What did you get, Leena?" He asked once we were locked in the safety of our bedroom.

"Pencils and a drawing book. Dad thinks I'm talented."

Not really. Adrian Novak would never allow his daughter to hold a shotgun. That was, according to him, 'a man thing'.

"Good, at least one of us got what they wanted. Happy birthday, sister."

"Happy birthday, brother."

4 Years Later - October, 2013

It wasn't easy to be the weakest of the twins. Although he was born first, Auryk was the tinniest. The one who was always getting sick or getting injured. The one who couldn't hit a single fucking target when he had the alcoholic breath of his father on his neck.

He aimed for a crow, sitting still on a fence. How hard could it be? Even the eldest man from the village could do any better than that.

BANG! He shot again. And missed.

"Again?!" Adrian angered, shoving him hard on the shoulder. "What the hell is your problem, kid?"

"I don't know, okay? This gun... it's heavy!"

"Heavy? And why do you think we've been exercising for all these years, huh?! We do not live in Disneyland, Auryk. We need to fight monsters, abominations. Someday I won't be home and you need to be prepared to protect our people. Do you understand?"

Tears started forming in the corners of the boy's blue eyes. He couldn't cry. Not in front of him. Crying was a sign of weakness and he couldn't be weak. Not right now. Auryk started to think about all the things he could be doing. He thought about the ocean, as he had seen on TV and books. He could feel the warmness of the sun on his skin. The sand between his toes. His mom and sister were also there, of course - they'd carry them with him everywhere. And he would study Math and Physics. There would be no guns, no monsters, no blood, only numbers, only formulas, only theories. He smiled. He no longer felt like crying.

"I'm sorry, dad," kindness was always the answer, his mother said. "But this isn't for me, you know? I don't like it. I... Remember that boarding school my teacher mentioned? I thought maybe I..."

His words were interrupted by a hard slap on his face. Auryk could taste a small amount of blood coming out from his lower lip.

"So that's what you want? To become one of those little fancy fags? Maybe you're not my son after all."

Adrian started walking away, leaving his son alone, sitting on the floor.

"I AM!" Auryk yelled, enraged. "I am your son."

"Then prove it."

"You shouldn't take so hard on him," Savannah poured her husband a cup of tea. "He's just a boy."

"He's eleven years old, for god's sake," the husband punched the table strong enough to make it shake. "He needs to man up a bit. You should stop spoiling him."

As I left my bedroom I found my brother sitting on the stairs. He didn't have to be so close to listen to the conversation between our parents, father's voice was loud enough to echo through every wall of our small and cozy home.

I sat down by his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"Maybe you should do it, Leena. You'd do it better, I know."

"I'm not so sure. Remember when I tried to shoot a scarecrow and almost shot that old witch?"

"Come on, you aimed on purpose! I know."

Auryk finally let out a small laugh at the memory.

"You're good at everything, Leena," he spoke fondly. "You're an extrovert, you're everybody's friend, you can cook, you can draw and paint... you're a true artist. I'm a mistake."

"You're not a mistake, Ryk," I pulled my brother closer, resting my cheek against the side of his face. "We're only at the wrong place and you know it."

Going back to our bedroom, we pulled from the drawers the postcards our grandma Louise sent us from San Diego. Mom had been born in California and lived there her entire life, until she met father during one of his trips. God knows what made her fall in love with that man. Adventure? Danger? I expected better from myself when I turned eighteen. Otherwise, I'd never want to fall in love. Love could be my ruin, just like my mom's.

"Leena..." Auryk held the postcard tightly, "do you think... if he died... do you think mom would take us to nana's home?"

"I don't know, Ryk," I didn't want to think of my father's possible death. But I also dreamed of a better life. "Maybe."

"What the hell?" Father's voice in the kitchen made me jump in fear. I knew that tone. I grew up used to that. Something was wrong in the village. We had to hide.

"To the basement, now!" He emerged at the bedroom, holding a rifle. "Lycans were seen surrounding the area."

We barely had any time to react, mom came and dragged us both to the basement. Father left, carrying his arsenal of weapons as usual. There were other hunters in the village but we always knew how badly it could end. Somebody could always get seriously hurt. Or worse.

The basement had been carefully prepared for that kind of situation years before. It had a big bed, two armchairs, a heating source, some stored food and a shelf. Mom sighed and forced a smile.

"So," she walked to the shelf, "what is it going to be today?"

"Frankenstein," Auryk suggested. My brother loved mystery and horror. As if his life hadn't enough of it.

"Romeo and Juliet," I spoke. There was something about forbidden romance that always caught my interest.

"Okay. I... I'm gonna say a prayer and you two can read the books you picked by yourselves. What do you think?"

"Great!"

Mom kneeled down by the bed's side, holding a crucifix. I could join her if I wanted to, but I'd rather watch in silence. I grabbed my book, sitting on one of the armchairs and pretending to pay attention, while I tried to distract myself from the fact my father could be the Lycans' next prey. Or all of us, if they managed to break into our house.

"Leena?" I woke up hours later with my mom shaking me. "Leena?! Where's Auryk? Where's your brother, Leena?"

I had no idea. I had fallen asleep and apparently, so did mom. She checked for the basement's door, it had been locked from outside.

"No..." she tried to force it open. "No! I can't be..."

All Auryk had to do was to successfully kill and take a Lycan's carcass as a trophy to his father, right? That was what that old douchebag wanted him to do, to prove his courage, his manhood. We had his shotgun, a binoculars and a knife, that should be enough, but first, he needed a good plan.

Looking down to his hands, he had the most perfect idea. Without thinking twice, he sliced a cut through his palm, letting some blood pour on the ground. Then, he found a tall tree. He climbed it and observed. The smell of blood his trail left behind should be enough to attract a creature.

"Come on... come on..."

From a distance, Auryk could hear the sound of destruction and death. There was a battle going on somewhere nearby. Once again Lycans should have found a family or a group of hunters.

And then, he could hear it. The heavy footsteps, the screeching sounds, the sniffing. The mutant creature was only a few meters away from the tree. He aimed, but it was still too distant. He needed to move to a closer branch.

It all happened in one second. He was almost there, reaching for the spot he had picked, but his weight was too much for the tree's branch. In a blink of an eye, he was lying on the ground. His vision was blurred. His head hurt intensely, as well as his arm. It was broken for sure. He possibly had a concussion too. He tried to stand up and run but his legs wouldn't follow his commands. The Lycan was coming straight at him.

"AURYK!" His mother screamed behind him. "NO!"

Time seemed to freeze in that fraction of second. How did she manage to escape the basement? How could she have found him?

But without hesitation, Savannah threw herself on top of her son, protecting him from the jaws and claws of the monster. Auryk couldn't see much, but he could smell it. He could feel it. Blood. There was blood everywhere. He couldn't tell who it belonged to, he or his mom's.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A fast sequence of shots suggested the hunters had found them. The creature stopped moving, stopped howling. It was finally dead.

"M-Mom... it's dead. We... We're safe."

She didn't answer. Instead, he heard another familiar voice.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" It was from his father. "Savannah! Savannah!"

"D-Dad..." Auryk tried to speak, but the words got lost along the way. "I... I..."

Adrian lifted him by his jacket, holding him inches above the ground.

"YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED YOUR MOM, YOUR STUPID BASTARD!"

"I..." tears streamed down the boy's face, his injured brain trying to process what had just happened. "I'm sorry.'

After he was thrown back to the ground, he was hit with a hard kick on his stomach. He turned his head around to notice a small figure hiding behind a tree, watching the whole scene in pure horror.

"L-Leena..." he muttered.

"This is all your fault, Auryk. You're a disgrace to this family."

And then, he passed out. Rumors said he was unconscious for days or maybe weeks. When he woke up, he wished everything had been a nightmare.

Present Days - July, 2021

Nobody mourned Adrian Novak when he died. Not his children. Not his village mates. No human being would ever feel any sympathy for a man who abused and blamed his eleven years old son for his mother's death. It had been two years since Adrian left this world and I couldn't feel any more free.

"Hey," I left another message on my brother's voicemail, "in case you've forgotten it's our birthday today. I'd like to have my twin home, you know? Call me when you get this message."

It was useless, I knew. Auryk would only pick up his phone when he wanted to. Or when he was too drunk. God knew where that guy would be at that time, probably waking up at some girl's bed or getting some rest from... working.

After grabbing myself a cup of coffee, I checked the door's mat. Bills, bills, newspaper and... California Institute Of Arts? I remember having an argument with Auryk about this matter at some point. He wanted me to fill the application and send them my portfolio. I insisted we had no money, not even to pay for the tuition. I won - I always win every argument by the way.

"Your damn son of a..." I placed the envelope on the kitchen's table. I was a coward, I confess. However, I didn't know which pain was worse - to be sure I wasn't good enough or to be sure I was, indeed, but I'd never have money to leave that hellhole. Anyways, I decided to leave it alone. I had more important things to do.

My morning routine: to go to the middle of the woods and do some training. My father used to say fighting wasn't a girl thing, but I was no regular girl. And never in this life I'd allow someone to tell me what to do.

After running, climbing and doing a set of push-ups, it was time for combat training. Travelers from abroad taught me some different set of moves, I'd like to think I created my own fighting style. I was also very good with knifes, daggers or any kinds of short blades, they were useful during a close distance combat. My shooting was a work in progress, once or twice I'd miss the center of my handmade targets.

Then, like everyday, I'd go back home, shower and follow to my shift at the village's pub.

"Hiya, Leena," Gustav greeted me when I arrived. "I heard today is a special day... the day a little girl..."

"NO!" I stopped him. Gustav was my best friend. We had known each other since we were children and somehow, he liked to make my birthday a special - and embarrassing - event.

He placed a handmade fairytale-like book on the table. There were some edited pictures, mixed with some messed up drawings about my birth and childhood. He called it 'The Princess Who Carried The Light'.

"God, you're soooo stupid..." I rolled my eyes and moaned, before wrapping him into a very tight hug. "I love you, you know that?"

"I know. You'd probably marry me, if you weren't into girls."

We laughed together, as Olga, our boss emerged from the kitchen, bringing a cake with nineteen candles.

"Here's to another year," the older woman opened a wrinkled smile, "make a wish, my darling."

I fell pensive for a moment, besides having my twin brother back home, safe and sound, what else could I wish for? California, that scholarship, a new life... that's for sure.

"I wish for... a new life, a new adventure," I pronounced aloud while blowing the candles.

"Careful," a male voice spoke behind me, "words have power, little sister. You may get what you want."

"Ryk!"

I jumped straight to my brother's arms. I could swear that in only a few weeks he had gotten a little bit taller, and stronger too.

"I wouldn't miss my own birthday, right?" He smirked. "So, where's the cake? Please, chocolate... tell me it's chocolate."

"Your silly boy," Olga spread some icing on his nose. "Of course it's chocolate, as you love. And with cherries too."

Auryk responded with a satisfied smile. Olga and her husband, Kristoff, were those responsible for taking care of him after the Lycan attack, years ago. They sort of adopted him like one of their biological children.

"Oh!" The woman exclaimed taking a closer look at Ryk's forearm. He had gotten a tattoo. I hadn't been informed of those news either. Apparently, my brother had more secrets than I could even start to imagine. "This is... new. It seems like my kids are really growing up."

"And only now you noticed that, Olga?" Gustav joked.

Olga shook her head, grinning at herself and returned to the kitchen. The customers were starting to fill the pub. I stared at Ryk again, wondering what other secrets my brother could be keeping.

"So, what does that mean?" I pointed to his newly gotten tattoo, a strange and ancient symbol it seemed.

"Protection from the evil. This is what we need the most in our lives, especially in a place like this. What reminds me -" we turned around, taking a small box from the pocket of his jacket. "Your gift."

I took the black velvet box from his hands, it contained a golden necklace with a magenta gemstone as pendant. My blue eyes drowned themselves in the stone. It had a mysterious glow. Something hypnotizing. Something magical.

"Whoa..." was everything my mouth could pronounce. "And I bought you an Astronomy book."

Auryk stood up from his chair and went behind me, taking the necklace from my hands to wear it around my neck himself.

"This is supposed to protect you from any supernatural and inhumane beings. I won't lose you to them, Aleena. Not like I lost mom."

"Ryk, I... I can't even thank you enough."

"You don't have to. Just... stay alive."

First, I was overflowing with happiness. It either had to do with the fact my brother was home, alcohol, or both. Also, Olga should thank me. Most of the costumers of the day only stopped by the bar because of me. They absolutely loved me and knowing it was my birthday, they had to come and see me. A few of them even gave me some extra tips or a small gift, which was even greater.

"Okay, party girl..." Auryk helped me to get inside of the house as I tripped over the door mat. "Time to go to bed now. Don't you think?"

"Come on, Ryk! Have some spirit! You're home, Olga gave me the day off tomorrow, I earned some money..."

"You told Mrs. Hansen you secretly had a crush on her daughter during Middle School, you danced on top of a table, you're gonna get a hangover..."

"Party pooper!"

I threw myself at the couch. Auryk stood in front of me with arms crossed, looking like a father about to give his child a lecture.

"What?!" I yelled. "It's not like you've never been drunk before. Remember when you stole Adrian's..." I started to laugh, remembering the episode.

"When you were going to tell me about this, Leena?" He showed me the envelope. The Art Institute envelope. The one I had been struggling to open.

"Oh! I forgot. My bad, I didn't open it myself yet. I probably didn't get in anyways."

"You did."

I did?

"It's not like we have money to pay for my tuition. Also, how are we supposed to move to California, Ryk? I work at a pub and you..."

"I've gotten more than enough for that. You know that getting out of this place has always been the plan, since we were children. Leena, I've done some big jobs those last few months. I have the money to grant us a comfortable life in California."

"Smuggling, Ryk!" I raised my voice, saying aloud the information that was supposed to be a secret or not. "You've been stealing to grant us this life."

My brother stared at me in silence. I couldn't tell if he felt offended or embarrassed about my words.

"I'm getting out of here, whatever it takes," he ran a hand through his dark hair. "And you are coming with me. In two weeks, we move to United States for your enrollment."

"But..."

What I was trying to protest against? Leaving the village and starting a new life with my brother was everything I always dreamed.

"Look, I promise you," Auryk placed both of his firm hands on my shoulders, "once we settle down, no more smuggling."

"Okay," I sighed. "We leave in two weeks then."

There was a loud knock on the door. Being drunk as I was, I figured out I should have forgotten my purse at the pub. Or it could be a neighbor with some very stupid emergency.

Auryk opened the door and there was a strange looking man standing there. We wore sunglasses and a hat, behind his back he was carrying a giant hammer. According to the rumors and stories I heard from my parents, that was one of the Lords of The Four Houses, Karl Heisenberg.

"Auryk Novak?" He asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Come with me, kid. You've gotten yourself in big trouble."

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #bela x oc #resident evil fanfiction #the devil in i

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maxinemilespod · 3 years ago

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Hi everybody! Thank you so much for the great questions - I got a fair few of them, so I'll do my best to answer as many as I can.

Let's get started.

From @izzybutt, two great questions --

How long have you had custody of Maxine? How did you feel having to suddenly become a guardian to her?

It's been four years since we lost her parents. I felt a lot of very strong, contradictory feelings, if I'm honest. I have so much love for Max and feel so grateful to get to raise her--it's been one of the greatest joys of my life. But the only reason I'm even here with her is because my brother and sister-in-law are gone. The pain of that never really goes away, even if I love the life I have now and wouldn't trade Max for all the world.

What’s it like, going from New York to Hastings? Anything in particular you miss? The restaurants, the nightlife, the dating scene?

It was definitely a big transition--first moving back here was fairly chaotic because we were still dealing with the immediate grief, and I was so out of my depth on being a parent, that it took me a long time to miss New York. I do miss it sometimes (especially the restaurants), but I've learned to love the slower pace of Hastings. And, at the end of the day, this place is home. I grew up here, it's the last place I had all my family together, and I still know a lot of the folks who live in town. Thankfully, I'm already over my heyday of going out for wild nights, and I've been looking for a serious relationship for a while, so I don't miss the parade of first dates.

Weirdly, the thing I miss most are the plans we'd been making for Max to spend a summer with me in New York. It was supposed to be a fun opportunity for her to branch out before starting high school. It obviously didn't happen and, while I still plan on taking her for a visit someday soon, I'm sad she won't have seen my life there.

From @bittylittlebat --

Hey Joe! i have two questions if that's okay

1) what was the transition like when you first started taking care of max?

It's absolutely okay! Thanks for the great questions. The transition was tough. I've always loved being an uncle and thought maybe, someday, I might want kids, but I went from only having babysat a handle of times to being a full-time parent of and eleven year old. Max is an easy kid--she's responsible and considerate and always willing to talk to me--but we still had to get used to each other. I'm embarrassed to say that I let her have dessert for dinner more than a few times those first couple of months. But, to be fair, I also wanted to sit on the couch and eat a tub of ice cream, so it was hard for me to say she shouldn't.

I have gotten pretty good at cooking through the years and now we eat well--and green. Max is big on not having beef too much.

2) Has sheriff combs let you in on anything?

Walt--Sheriff Combs--is a real stickler for his job. He'll sometimes fill us in on funny happenings around town over poker, the kind of stuff you'd hear about from your neighbor anyway, but he would never share anything about what's going on in an active investigation unless he needed to. The exception to that being the information he needs to tell community watch--Sheriff Combs is the only law enforcement in town and relies on volunteer civilian task force, so sometimes he needs to keep them apprised of current leads or things to look out for. Between my job and caring for Max, I don't currently have time to be part of the watch, so I know diddly squat.

From @nocluewhatshappening --

Joe, what happened to Max's parents?

They died in a car accident four years ago. Driving in the dark out in these mountains can be really dangerous--all it takes is a deer running across the road at the wrong time or some black ice for things to go very, very wrong. It was awful. I'll always miss them but I thank the Lord every day that Max wasn't with them.

And a select few from the anonymous askers--

Hello Mr. Miles! For how long have you known the Combs? Do you think the sheriff will be able to find Riley?

Please, call me Joe. Mr. Miles is--well, no one I guess, given my father passed of old age some time ago. In any case, Joe is fine. I've known Walt for as long as I've been in Hastings--he'd lost his wife to illness some years before, so we immediately connected over being single parents. He didn't grow up in Hastings like I did, but I'd known his wife, was always real fond of her. He's been a God send to me over the years--helping me navigate the ins and outs of Hastings school and PTA and all the rest.

Who’s better at cards: you or Walt?

Me. Definitely. Don't believe a word Walt says about it.

What's your relashionship with Sheriff Combs? you seem pretty close

We are close--I feel incredibly lucky that he's in my life. I think a big reason why we're so close is the fact that we both put our kids first, always. You gotta keep a careful balance between your personal life and your parenting life when you're a single dad, and it's really nice to have someone else who understands that.

Is there anything more you can tell us about the kid that died in the woods back in the 60s?

I wish I could, but I don't know anything more than what I've told to Max. Hastings isn't always great about talking about difficult things with the kids of the town, so I didn't grow up hearing much more than whispers about it.

What have you learned from Max, and what do you hope Max can learn from you?

I've learned so much from Max and I doubt that will ever change. She's so curious about the world, and always sees the best in people, two traits that make life so much richer. I hope that I can teach Max that it's okay to focus on herself from time to time--she's always trying to help everyone else, which I love about her, but taking a little time to make herself happy is just as important.

Is there anything particular in the woods that we should be worried about? Anyone?

The old mine shafts are extensive and have been gradually shutting down over the years, so there's lots of abandoned and poorly maintained mines that are still accessible. Kids like to play hide and seek and manhunt and the like in them and I can't emphasize how dangerous that is. It's dark and unstable, but thankfully they're collapsing the whole thing soon. It's a miracle no one has ever gotten seriously hurt.

How (if at all) did you rebel or break the rules growing up?

Here I am giving a lecture about staying away from the old mines when in high school one of the old entrances was a major hangout spot--someone even strung up lights over the entrance that managed to stay up for a few weeks before the community watch took them down to try and discourage us from being there. Max would be horrified to hear me talk about this, but it was a real make-out spot, and my high school boyfriend and I used to spend some time there. This would horrify Max even more, but I know her parents spent some time up there too. It wasn't so much rebeling--most kids in Hastings spent some time doing stupid stuff in the woods--but it definitely was breaking the rules about going into the mines. Our parents were all right back then to not want us wandering around in places where rocks could fall on our heads. Do as I say, not as I do!

Hi there--I'm Max's uncle and legal guardian, a job that's even more full-time when she's got a mystery on her mind. I know she wants to help Riley, but I want to keep her keep her safe, so I'm letting her take notes, as long as she stays out of larger trouble. To help her gather more info, I thought it might be helpful for me to answer any questions folks have.

I've got some free time this weekend, so I'll share my answers on Monday afternoon. Send anything you want to know my way!

-- Joe Miles

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