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[simplygojo]

The Devil He Made Me - Ch. 1

Authors Note: Hello lovely people! Here is the introductory chapter to a new series I have had in mind for a while, I hope you enjoy! I am hoping to upload chapters weekly, as it will be a relativly long series, so if you'd like to join along for the emotional rollercoaster this will take me though, please feel free! Also, I am ALWAYS open to requests, so don't be shyyyyy!! luv u all, thank you to all who support my work :)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f/reader

Series summary : After being found by Gojo and his first year students in a sticky situation, y/n joins Jujutsu High under the close supervision of Gojo. As time passes, the two of you become close, with a strong unspoken bond forming as you work together. Although, there is something dark looming over the situation, and those at Jujutsu High are determined to get to the bottom of it, before it is too late.

Chapter Summary : After a mission to investigate a special grade curse, Gojo and the first-years discover y/n, who has no memory of the past week. Despite a series of tests, her innocence is confirmed. Gojo becomes unusually protective of her, sparking curiosity among the students and other sorcerers. As y/n begins to adjust to life at Jujutsu High, Gojo finds himself increasingly drawn to her, unable to ignore his growing attachment.

Word Count : 3.8k

Warnings : none (for this chapter, wink wink), maybe slight mental overstimulation?

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The forest was cloaked in an oppressive silence, where every sound seemed swallowed by the ominous presence of cursed energy, the type that even the lowest-level sources could feel in their bones. Footsteps crunched over twigs and leaves, disturbing the stillness as Gojo Satoru led his first-year students deeper into the thick of the cursed energy's source. 

His casual demeanor, hands tucked into his pockets and a laid-back smile playing on his lips, contrasted with the seriousness of the situation. It was as if they were out for a casual stroll instead of on a mission to investigate a reported special-grade curse.

Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, and Kugisaki Nobara followed closely behind, their expressions ranging from excitement to apprehension. 

The blend of eagerness and wariness that accompanied every encounter with curses was palpable. Yuji’s bright, curious eyes darted around, already anticipating the unexpected. Nobara, less enthused, let her irritation show in the way she muttered complaints under her breath. Megumi, the most composed, kept his focus sharp, his brow furrowed in anticipation.

“So, we’re just here to observe, right?” Nobara asked, her voice laced with frustration. She wasn’t one for waiting around, especially when the promise of action loomed. “If it’s a special-grade curse, I doubt we’re doing much besides standing around.”

Gojo chuckled lightly, the sound teasing. “Observing is just as important as fighting, Nobara. It's all about learning how curses work.”

Yuji shot Gojo a curious look. “But it’s dangerous, right? You’re the strongest sorcerer, so we’ll be fine?”

Gojo was amused by Yuji’s innocent confidence. “Special-grade curses can be unpredictable, Yuji. It’s not just about strength; it’s about knowing what to do when things don’t go as planned.” He grinned wider and put his hands behind his head, adding a sense of cockiness as he walked, “But yes, Yuji, I am the strongest.”

Megumi sighed and rolled his eyes at his sensei's snarky comment, his skepticism apparent. “I still don’t see how standing around helps us learn anything.”

“Trust me, Megumi,” Gojo replied, his tone cryptic. “You’ll see soon enough.”

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the heavy cursed energy they had been tracking began to grow stronger. A sort of power Gojo had only felt a few times before in his life, evoking a feeling of both excitement, and fear, the latter which he hadn’t felt in a while.

“We are close to the special grade…stay alert students! You don’t want to miss a master in action!” Gojo said in his usual excited tone. 

Beginning to dramatically stretch to prepare for the battle, Gojo was about to give the three first-years instructions to just observe the battle and take out any low-grade curses they encountered. However, before he could open his mouth, the strong cursed energy began to vanish.

It was subtle at first, like the fading scent of something foul in the air, but soon, it became clear that what should have been an overpowering force now felt faint, practically gone.

Yuji frowned, his senses alert. “It’s weaker. Shouldn’t it be getting stronger as we get closer?”

Nobara’s irritation grew. “I swear if we came all this way for nothing—”

Before she could finish, Gojo came to a sudden stop, his blindfolded gaze fixed on a small clearing ahead. The students followed his line of sight, and that’s when they saw you. Gojo’s eyes, even beneath that blindfold, were locked onto you.

—

You sat in the clearing, your body frozen with fear and cold. The forest around you was dark, the shadows stretching and twisting unnaturally. You had no memory of how you ended up here; the only thought that was present in your mind was that you were scared and disoriented. 

Your hands trembled as you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to make sense of the situation. You were a relatively calm and happy person, but as of late things had been changing, although, your memory seemed to be fading more rapidly the more you thought about it.

Footsteps approached, and your body tensed, instinctively curling tighter. The voice that spoke was startlingly bright, almost cheerful, not fitting the heavy atmosphere of the forest at all.

“Well, what do we have here?”

The man who spoke was tall, his white hair glowing faintly in the dim light. His face was obscured by a black blindfold, but there was an intensity in his demeanour that you couldn’t ignore. He crouched in front of you, his tone oddly reassuring despite the circumstances. 

“Are you alright?” he asked gently.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your voice caught in your throat. Fear and confusion overwhelmed you, making it hard to form words. You managed a slight shake of your head, your body trembling under the weight of everything you couldn’t remember.

Gojo studied you, his expression unreadable behind the blindfold, but there was a certain softness in his tone. “Interesting,” he murmured to himself, his words more for his own contemplation than anyone else’s.

Behind him, the first-years approached cautiously. Megumi’s gaze was sharp, scrutinizing you closely. Yuji and Nobara exchanged uncertain glances, their confusion and concern growing with each passing second.

Gojo straightened, his playful demeanour replaced by a more serious edge. “What is your name?” he said leaning in closer to your face. 

You finally managed to get words out, not much above a whisper, as this white haired man was only inches from your face, “I-I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n.” 

He nodded once and stood up swiftly, causing you to flinch. “Well hello y/n!” He said flashing a wide grin at you. “I am Satoru Gojo! A legendary sorcerer, if I might add.” He said proudly, provoking a loud sigh from Nobara. 

He hinged at the hips and switched his tone back to a more serious one. “What are you doing here in this forest, doesn’t seem like a nice place to camp for a young girl like you” He asked you, and boy did you wish you had an answer. 

“I don’t know…” You loosened the tight grip you had around your legs. “I, I really don’t remember anything at all, not from the past few weeks at least.” 

Gojo looked at you intensely straightening his spine as he stood up straight, ‘Her eyes, they’re so…’ he quickly interrupted his thoughts and glanced at the the dark haird boy. “Megumi, can you sense any cursed energy from her?”

Megumi closed his eyes, concentrating on the surrounding area. His frown deepened. “Nothing of significance. Whatever cursed energy we felt here a few minutes ago, it’s gone now.”

Gojo turned back to you, crouching once more. His hand extended toward you, a kind but firm gesture. “Let’s get you somewhere safe. We can figure this out.”

You hesitated for a moment, your fear warring with the overwhelming relief that someone was offering help. Slowly, you reached out and took his hand. 

The touch was warm and steady, a small comfort in the midst of your disorientation.

As Gojo helped you to your feet, your mind raced. Who were these people? How had you ended up in this situation? 

And why couldn’t you remember anything from the last few days? The only thing you were sure of was that you had always been able to see curses—creatures others couldn’t perceive, lurking just beyond the edges of reality. But this? This was something entirely different.

You swallowed hard, gathering the courage to speak. “I don’t… I don’t remember how I got here,” you admitted, your voice still barely above a whisper. “I’ve always been able to see curses, but this… I don’t understand what’s happening.”

Gojo tilted his head, his expression unreadable beneath the blindfold. “No memory, huh?” He sounded curious but not judgmental. “Well, we’ll figure that out.”

—

Back at Jujutsu High, the atmosphere was tense. You were seated in a room, surrounded by people you barely knew, all of them sorcerers far more skilled than you could ever hope to be. The tests began almost immediately. 

Every inch of your story was picked apart, your memory—or lack thereof—under scrutiny. They questioned you about the forest, about the curses, about anything that could provide a clue.

One by one, the sorcerers took turns assessing you. They used techniques, spells, and devices you couldn’t begin to comprehend, all in an attempt to uncover something—anything—that could explain your presence in that cursed clearing.

It was gruelling, mentally and emotionally exhausting. You answered the same questions over and over again, your frustration and mental fatigue climbing with each repetition. The truth was simple: you had no memory of what had happened. 

And yet, the interrogations persisted, leaving you feeling more confused and overwhelmed by the second.

Gojo watched silently from the sidelines, his usual playful demeanour replaced by something quieter, more contemplative. His eyes—hidden behind the blindfold—never left you. The longer the tests dragged on, the more something about the entire situation seemed off to him.

Beside him, Principal Yaga and another special grade sorcerer, and Utahime Iori, continued their assessment. Utahime frowned as she used her ability to sense the flow of your cursed energy—or lack thereof.

“She doesn’t seem to be lying,” Utahime said softly, more to herself than anyone else. “But there’s something odd about this. It’s like there’s a barrier, something we can’t quite break through.”

Yaga crossed his arms, his expression stern. “We need to cover all possibilities. She could still be hiding something.”

As the tests continued, you felt yourself growing more drained. The sorcerers probed deeper into your mind, looking for gaps, inconsistencies—anything to suggest you weren’t telling the truth. But no matter how hard they pushed, your story remained the same. You didn’t know. You didn’t remember.

The pressure mounted until, finally, Gojo stepped forward, his voice cutting through the room with an authority you had yet to hear from him. “That’s enough.”

The suddenness of his command startled everyone, even Yaga, who raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Gojo, we need to make sure—”

“She’s not lying,” Gojo interrupted, his voice firm. “There’s minimal cursed energy coming from her, and she clearly has no memory of what happened. We’re not going to find any answers by grilling her like this.”

Utahime glanced at Gojo, her expression curious. “You’re sure about this?”

Gojo turned toward her, his grin returning, though it lacked its usual mischief. “I’m the strongest sorcerer, aren’t I? Just trust me.”

Yaga still seemed skeptical, but after a long pause, he sighed and relented. “Fine. We’ll stop for now. But we still need to figure out what she was doing in that forest. Especially since a veil was drawn…”

Gojo gave a small nod of satisfaction, then turned his attention back to you. His expression softened. “You’ve been through enough today. Let’s get you some rest.”

As the other sorcerers began to disperse, the first-years remained behind, exchanging confused glances. Yuji was the first to speak, his voice low but curious. “It’s not like Gojo-sensei to be this… invested, right?”

Nobara crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Yeah, it’s weird. He’s acting different.”

Megumi, ever perceptive, watched Gojo closely. “He’s unpredictable, but this is definitely unusual.”

Gojo, sensing the shift in the room, flashed his signature grin, waving off their concerns with a casual hand. “Don’t get any weird ideas, kids. I’m just looking out for someone who got caught up in a bad situation. That’s all.”

But even as he dismissed their concerns, Gojo couldn’t shake the thoughts swirling in his mind. There was something about you that unsettled him—something beyond the circumstances of your discovery in the forest. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but it gnawed at him, refusing to be ignored.

He wanted to be closer to you. To understand why, of all the strange and dangerous things he’d encountered, you had managed to occupy so much space in his thoughts. 

—

The next morning, you awoke in a small room within the Jujutsu High compound. The soft light of dawn filtered through the windows, casting the space in a gentle glow. Despite the calm atmosphere, your mind was anything but settled.

You had been told to stay here until they figured out what had happened to you. 

While the thought of staying at Jujutsu High was daunting, you couldn’t deny the strange sense of safety you felt, knowing that Gojo was nearby. In addition to this, there was nothing waiting for you back in Tokyo, you’ve always been alone, and as a 24 year old girl, it was not the most exiting life to live. 

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. It opened before you had a chance to respond, and Gojo stepped inside, his usual playful expression firmly in place.

“Morning,” he said cheerfully, leaning casually against the doorframe. “How are you feeling?”

You hesitated before answering, still unsure of how to navigate this strange new world you’d been thrust into. “Confused,” you admitted softly. “But… better, I guess.”

Gojo nodded, stepping further into the room. “Good to hear. We’ve decided to keep you around for a while.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Keep me around?”

“Yep,” Gojo confirmed with a grin. “You barely have any cursed energy, and you clearly don’t know how you ended up in that forest. But until we can figure out what happened, it’s safer for you to stay here, where we can keep an eye on things.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of the situation settling in your chest. “So… what happens now?”

Gojo’s grin softened slightly, and for the briefest moment, his playful facade cracked, revealing something more genuine beneath. “For now? You’ll help out around the school. Get to know the students, maybe even learn a bit about how we handle curses.”

He paused, his tone becoming more serious. “And I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and it seemed to catch Gojo off guard too. You had only known him for a short time, but something about the way he spoke to you made you believe him. 

There was a depth to his words that you hadn’t expected, a promise that went beyond the typical duties of a sorcerer.

And as Gojo left the room, you couldn’t help but wonder why he seemed so determined to protect you.

—

As the days passed, the curiosity surrounding Gojo’s sudden attentiveness only grew. The first-years, in particular, found it strange how their usually carefree and unpredictable teacher seemed to go out of his way to check on you.

Yuji, ever the optimist, chalked it up to Gojo’s natural inclination to help people in need. “He’s just looking out for her. You know how he is.”

Nobara, however, wasn’t convinced. “It’s more than that. He’s never this focused on one person. It’s weird.”

Even Megumi, though more reserved in his judgments, couldn’t deny the oddness of Gojo’s behaviour. “There’s something going on. He’s not acting like himself.”

Gojo, of course, dismissed all their concerns with a wave of his hand and his usual grin. “You’re all overthinking it. I’m just making sure she doesn’t get into any more trouble.”

But no matter how many times he deflected their questions, the truth was something Gojo couldn’t even admit to himself. The more time he spent around you, the more he found his thoughts drifting back to that clearing in the forest—the way you had looked so lost, so vulnerable, but still so strong.

He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about you that pulled at him, something that made him want to be closer.

And for the first time in a long while, Gojo Satoru—the strongest sorcerer in the world—felt something…almost like uncertainty.

Days turned into weeks, and you slowly adjusted to life at Jujutsu High. The students, though initially unsure about your presence, began to warm up to you. 

Yuji, with his endless optimism and genuine kindness, was the first to make you feel welcome, even though he was almost a decade younger than you. He’d often drop by to chat, always trying to lighten the mood with stories of his own awkward experiences as a novice in the world of jujutsu sorcery.

Nobara, though more distant at first, soon took to you as well. She admired your strength or at least the fact that you were handling your situation without falling apart completely. "I respect that," she said one day with a shrug. "Not everyone could be thrown into this and not lose their mind."

Megumi was the hardest to read. His sharp, critical gaze often lingered on you, as though he was still assessing whether or not you were truly a threat. But over time, his cold demeanour thawed, and though he didn’t openly show it, there were moments where you could tell he had begun to trust you—or at least tolerate your presence.

However, it was Gojo who remained the most enigmatic. He would check in on you often, always with his playful grin and teasing remarks. 

But there was something beneath the surface, something you couldn’t quite place. His visits were frequent, his concern palpable, but he never pushed. 

Whenever you asked him why he was so invested in helping you, he would just shrug it off, offering a casual, "I’m the strongest, remember? It’s my job to make sure nothing happens to you."

But even you could see that there was more to it. His presence was constant, and no matter how much he tried to play it off, there was a tension between you—something unspoken but undeniable. 

The first-years noticed it too, though none of them dared to say anything directly to him. Yuji, ever the optimist, thought it was just Gojo being protective, but Nobara and Megumi weren’t as easily convinced.

One evening, as you sat in the common room, absentmindedly flipping through a book Yuji had recommended, Gojo appeared, leaning against the doorway with his usual smirk.

"Reading? I’m impressed," he teased, strolling into the room without invitation. "What’s the book?"

You glanced up, meeting his blindfolded gaze. "Just something Yuji thought I’d like. It’s… fine."

Gojo chuckled, dropping down onto the couch beside you, far too close for what most would consider appropriate. His casual attitude about personal space had long since become something you were used to, though it still made your heart race a little faster each time.

"I was just checking on you," he said lightly. "Make sure you're not too bored here."

You raised an eyebrow. "Bored? After all the tests and constant probing into my memory? Yeah, I’d say I could use a bit more excitement."

His smile softened, just a touch. "Those tests were tough on you, huh?"

You shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "They were necessary, I guess. I don’t blame them for wanting answers. I want answers, too."

Silence stretched between you for a moment, the air thick with unspoken tension. Then, to your surprise, Gojo spoke again, his tone more serious than you’d ever heard it before.

"You’re handling all of this pretty well," he said quietly. "Most people wouldn’t be as calm about it."

You turned to face him fully, searching for the meaning behind his words. "I’m not sure if I’d call it calm. I’m just trying to… survive, I guess."

Gojo tilted his head, his smile still in place but his voice softer. "You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, you know."

Something about his words made your chest tighten and your eyes lifted above the page of your book, stunned. A warmth began to spread through you that you didn’t quite understand. Why was he being so kind? So attentive?

Before you could respond, the door to the common room creaked open, and Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi appeared, clearly having overheard at least part of the conversation. Yuji’s bright smile lit up the room, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Are we interrupting something?" Nobara asked, her tone playful but her gaze sharp as she looked between you and Gojo.

Gojo leaned back, waving his hand dismissively. "Nope, just checking in on our guest. You know, making sure she’s not too lonely."

Yuji chuckled, but Nobara wasn’t fooled. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned closer to Megumi, whispering something that made him roll his eyes.

Megumi, always the most perceptive, shot Gojo a questioning look. "You’re being unusually… protective."

Gojo’s grin widened, but his tone remained light. "What can I say? I decided I’d try and be a nice guy this year, a New Years resolution thing, ya know?."

But Megumi wasn’t satisfied with that answer. "It’s not like you to take such a personal interest in someone who isn’t a sorcerer."

There it was—the suspicion that had been bubbling under the surface for weeks. Those words hurt a bit. 

You knew you weren’t of much importance compared to everyone here, but it was harsh to hear out loud. The first-years weren’t blind. They had seen how Gojo had gone out of his way to ensure you were safe, how his visits to check on you had become more frequent, more personal.

Gojo, for once, seemed caught off guard by the directness of the question. He shrugged, his grin never faltering. "What can I say? I like keeping things interesting."

But as the first-years exchanged glances, it was clear that none of them believed his nonchalance. There was more to it—there had to be. But none of them pressed the issue further.

After they left, the room grew quiet once more, and you could feel the weight of Gojo’s attention on you. For the first time, it felt like he wasn’t hiding behind his usual playful demeanour. There was something deeper in his gaze, something that made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

"You should get some rest," he said finally, his voice low. "I’ll see you tomorrow."

As he stood to leave, you found yourself wanting to say something—anything to break the tension. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you watched as he left the room, the door clicking softly behind him.

And as the silence settled around you, one thought echoed in your mind: why did it feel like you were missing something important? 

—

Later that night, as Gojo lay in his quarters, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn’t shake the image of your face from his mind. The confusion, the vulnerability, the strength you didn’t even realize you had—it all stirred something in him that he couldn’t quite explain.

For someone as powerful as Gojo, emotions had always been a distant second to his duties as a sorcerer. But with you, it was different. There was something about you that made him want to protect you, to keep you close.

But more than that, he wanted to understand you. To know what it was that drew him to you in the first place.

And as he closed his eyes, one thought lingered in his mind: he wasn’t sure what it was about you, but he was certain of one thing.

He couldn’t stay away from you.

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Author's Note II: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter!! Please feel free to send me any feedback or comments you have! Many more chapters to come soon, and this series will eventually become...18+ so read at your own discretion :)

Cheers!

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Hello!!!!! 🤗 👋 I really like your writing!!! Especially with Ennead bc this fandom is rare now. I hope you will take my request. So how about yandere Seth, Anubis and Horus with Mitsuri!Reader from Kny? Reader is a human but like blessed by the gods with her strength. And her cheerful personality with her hair color.

You are free to ignore my request if you want to. Have a good/night

Oh my gosh! Yes!! I was not expecting to have you request to me! I actually follow you and love your work so this is a happy surprise to me lol! But of course I would love to do your request!!

Characters: Seth, Anubis, Horus.

Warnings: noob author, female reader, yandere characters and others.

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You are a human girl, who was blessed by ra (thought that would fit lol) with strength and beauty(couldn’t think much else 😅).

Seth:

You met Seth by getting lost in his temple when you decided to visit for prayers (again didn't know what to put). your kindness threw him off as it's been centuries since someone actually was nice to him since he became king and actually meant it.

he allowed you to live, both out of curiosity and since you didn't remotely look like isis, he also allowed you to stay at his temple cause of how he can feel you being powerful for a human girl.

he notices you eat a lot and have a big appetite, to which you turned away when he mentioned it in shame as it was something that didn't give you luck with the husband department.

you told him your past since he's a god and it would be bad to lie to a god in your opinion; you told him about you had been blessed by ra from what you were told by beauty and strength and it never did you any luck in finding a husband as they would freak out about how you were stronger then the men who you would see to hopefully become your husband. you also mentioned that when you were a kid you had eaten one of your favorites for months and it ended up changing your hair color cause of how much you ate of it for months straight.

seth told you that they were wimps and they would have been lucky to have a girl like you with your kind heart and beauty, your strength was also a bonus. you blushed at his compliments, not expecting a god to do that to you; a human, mortal.

you begin to worship him instead as he wasn't like what the rumors had said he was, you can tell he has a bad past because of something and hopefully you can figure out what so that you can help him heal from it.

he fell in love with you soon after as you showed nothing but kindness and had stayed by his side since y'all had met no matter how he had treated you at the start, and he's now not ever going to let you go.

horus:

horus and you met while the trials was going on between him and seth; his uncle.

he took a interest in you, he thinks that you're a demigod like him and anubis, and he wanted to know more about you because of it.

his mother; isis immediately notices her son sudden attention on you and tries to bring him back on the more important thing at hand; the trial.

he decides to met you in secret then especially after hathor decided to visit his mother showing interest in him which wasn't reciprocated at all as he already have feelings for two other people (decided that he likes seth and you both, hope you don't mind)

you told him after he saw you carry more than a human man could carry. you explained that you were blessed by ra with strength and beauty, which he now figured out why he thought you were a demigod at first, it was because you were blessed by ra.

you also told him about your hair and how it had gotten to the hair color it was now; that when you were a kid you ate something for a month straight or so and it changed to the color of that food.

he decided that you and seth would be his, and unlike his father he would make sure that you two loved him back, he would do better than osiris and give you two what you deserve by becoming king.

anubis:

anubis and you met when he was still a demigod, you had gotten lost in his fathers temple by accident and bumped into him, whcih he mentioned was a good thng considering what his father had done to many the entered his temple either uninvited or not.

You and him secretly been spending time together when Anubis is free from having to take orders from his father. You told him about your past about how you were blessed by ra and about your hair color being the color it was now.

You two spent as much time together up until he ascended to godhood and forgot all about you. The usual spot you two would visit was just now you alone waiting for the demigod that stole your heart.

It wasn’t until Anubis was going on a order from his actual blood father that he met you again, you had recognized him immediately but noticed he looked far different than he did when you last seen him.

When you called out to him saying how you missed him and asking were he was he had been hostile to you which shocked you as you knew in the past he would never be hostile to you.

When you started crying and started talking about the past between you two he thought that you were a past lover that he had when he was a demigod so he kissed you which shocked you as you weren’t expecting a kiss especially one from him considering he had been hostile to you seconds ago.

When Anubis kissed you he began to feel things that he wasn’t feeling before, he didn’t necessarily disliked the feeling in fact he liked it and it felt both right and like a feeling he had felt in the past, it seemed like you were making him feel this way so he decided to keep you and be your lover again; which he thought you two were in the past and that he forgot, he was disappointed with himself for forgetting about you and decided to make up for it; you being none the wiser, thinking he returned your feelings and just needed time to straightened them out, completely forgetting he had threatened you a while ago.

(A/n: hope yall liked it!! Anubis surprisingly came easier than Seth and Horus funny enough, I guess they could be considered warm ups? lol. Anyway, I believe that’s all I had to say so hope yall have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

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Writing Workshop Week 1: Show & Tell

Hello, writers of tumblr! It’s @bettsfic again with this week’s generative workshop. 

Today we’re doing what might be my favorite class activity: Show & Tell. 

You might be thinking, do you teach kindergarten or something? No, I teach college. But my students are often weary, downtrodden 20 year olds who are more than happy to go back to basics. Tumblr—being a website of people who care deeply about things and share that passion with others—seems like a great place to host Show & Tell.

Speaking of basics, let’s first talk a bit about…

The Writing Identity

The goal of many writers is to become better at writing. While I think this is an admirable goal it’s also a complicated one, because good writing is entirely subjective. Everyone has their own definition of what good writing looks like based on their knowledge base, history, and personal tastes. And so I often encourage my students, before they begin their journey of becoming a better writer, to step back and ask themselves, “What does good writing look like to me?”

And that’s the thing: you can’t really become a better writer. You can become a more patient writer, with the ability to write and revise multiple drafts of a work. You can become a more ambitious writer, with the ability to write longer stories and deeper themes. You can become a more detailed writer, with the ability to render images and the small details of living that maybe other people don’t notice. Writing is a skill that requires practice, but it also requires joy. You have to enjoy the work more than you fear the potential for failure. And to enjoy the work, you need to honor yourself, your interests, and your ideals. In other words, to become a better writer, you have to become more you.

I remember when I first started writing, I frantically sought out writing advice. I clung to simple adages and rules: active verbs are stronger than passive verbs; remove words like “think” and “realize” and other indicators of your characters’ interior experiences; take out adjectives and adverbs. If you were to adhere to all this advice, your writing wouldn’t become stronger, it would become colder. You would write like Hemingway. There’s nothing wrong with Hemingway, but Hemingway already did Hemingway, and that means you’re free not to be Hemingway. 

Don’t we read to feel closer to people, to experience that which we couldn’t otherwise experience? The beautiful thing about prose is that it’s the only medium that conveys consciousness, because language is the way we contain our thoughts, and writing them down offers others the chance to understand them. E.M. Forster in his book Aspects of the Novel says that the only difference between a character and a person is that a character’s secret inner life can be known, but a person’s can only be understood in observed behavior. Novels are stories of consciousness; biographies are stories of deeds. 

In my early days as a writer, those inane adages of “good writing” began to weigh on me, and I found myself frequently opening a blank document and telling myself, “I’m just going to write something for fun, for me, and so I don’t have to follow any rules.” Every time, that lawless thing I wrote would become better than anything I’d written when I followed the rules. And in this case, “better” means I was proud of it; in writing as close to myself as I could, I was able to help my technical skill reach the level of my personal taste. 

Good writing advice doesn’t spout shallow adages of what should be, it tells you all the things that could be; it opens your mind to possibilities and techniques. “Should” restrains creativity; the entire point of writing is to be creative. To be creative means to make something that has never existed before. And so one of the first things I tell my students is: You already know everything you need to know about your own writing. You already have good and important stories in you. You just have to sit down and write them.

“Show, Don’t Tell”

One such adage that still really gets to me is “show, don’t tell,” which a lot of writers believe. Many people take it to mean that you should describe the exterior circumstances of your narrator in order to allow the reader to interpret meaning. Instead of describing how your narrator feels, these people would rather have you describe their facial expression. But if you’re so interested in rendering the exterior rather than the interior, you’re better off becoming a director. 

Others take it less literally: you show your story instead of tell your story, which, sure, is a valid personal belief for your own work but it’s ambiguous and impractical, and also denies the nature of people to tell stories. Fairy tales and fables are stories that are told. Telling stories came long before showing them.  

In some ways, “show, don’t tell,” can be useful. If you spend a thousand words of character A lovingly and carefully describing every detail of character B, you don’t then need to say something like, “She was pining for him,” because you’ve allowed your description to do that work for you. So no, you don’t need to say it, but maybe you want to. Maybe you want to make it inarguable that character A is pining for character B; you don’t want a reader to say, “I think she’s paying that much attention because she wants to kill him and she’s looking for his weak points.”

And so that’s what it comes down to—choice. Ultimately, writing is about making decisions, and those decisions are stronger when you understand all your options.

Behind the adage is a more difficult truth to swallow: prose is both infinite in its potential and also frustratingly limited, because you have no control over your audience. You can lovingly describe every snowflake that falls in a blizzard, and your reader will be taking their own meaning from it—for people who can mentally visualize things, it’s the images their mind conjures; for those who can’t, it’s a mass of facts. And there are also those who are sleepy and missing details, or who are skimming to get to the bits they’re most interested in, or who accidentally dropped their book in the bath and now the bottom half of every page is warped and unreadable.

Or you can say, “It snowed.”

No matter what your beliefs are on “show, don’t tell,” the truth is that it’s a false dichotomy. The very nature of prose is to navigate this divide. Some stories call for more showing, for example when your narrator is at a distance, when we don’t have much access to their thoughts or feelings. Other stories will ask you to tell, especially if we’re deep in your narrator’s head and they’re giving us everything. Showing lends itself to setting, imagery, and plot. Telling lends itself to character, voice, and style. One is not inherently better than the other, in the same way that a screwdriver isn’t better than a hammer—the tool you use depends on the task at hand.

Any time you encounter a trite rule in writing, it’s usually pointing to something much greater and more fun to think about. In this case, showing and telling are two integral tools in meaning-making. For this week’s activity, we’re going to use both show and tell to make meaning.

Prompt time!

In Donald Barthelme's essay “Not-Knowing,” he calls objects magical. “What is magical about the object is that it at once invites and resists interpretation. Its artistic worth is measurable by the degree to which it remains, after interpretation, vital.” 

So what does that mean? Although this essay is a hot mess (lovingly), part of its intended work is to be a mess. In fact Barthelme describes the mess of his desk and allows it to define him. It’s covered in coffee cups, cigarette ash, unpaid bills, and unwritten novels. In reality, those objects are just objects, but when rendered in prose, they give us an impression of this particular world and the character within it. The writer renders; the reader interprets. The things we own, that mean something to us, are also things that can define us. Who is the person who carries a leather wallet embossed with their initials, with the inside holding credit cards and a stack of neat bills? Who is the person who carries a canvas wallet with a faded Punisher logo on it, attached to a chain, and the only thing inside it is a Subway rewards card?

Objects are important. Especially in this world we live in where so many things have become virtual, tangibility will always be integral to us. We are a species that reaches out and touches. We like to hold things in our hands. We love things which cannot love us back. 

For this week’s prompt fill, I want you to find a magical object for Show & Tell. Ideally, it’s something with a long personal history that’s important to you. Maybe it’s the object you would save in the event of a fire, or maybe it’s something you lost long ago. 

First, I’d like you to show us the object by describing it. Then, tell us the story of it.

You can write about how you acquired it and the memories it conjures. Allow yourself to link and associate memories and feelings. Don’t box yourself in too much—just see where it takes you. 

But you can also put a spin on it. Here are some ways you can do that:

If you want to try fiction, you can write the same story about your favorite character’s beloved object, or you could completely make up an object and its history. 

If you want to try something experimental, you can write a story from the perspective of the object, and maybe its beloved thing is you. 

If you want to try poetry, write a poem of your object. This is a separate lesson, but T.S. Eliot’s concept of an objective correlative may be illuminating to consider. 

The purpose of this activity is to dig through your memories and/or observations, connect them, and use something external to conjure meaning from them. You begin with what your object is and it will eventually lead you to what it means.

Questions? Ask ‘em here before EOD Tuesday so @bettsfic can answer them on Wednesday. And remember to tag your work #tumblr writing workshop with betts if you want her to read your work and possibly feature it on Friday!

And, for those just joining us: @bettsfic is running a writing workshop on @books this month. Want to know more? Start here.

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Not Your Classic Vigilante [Ch. 11]

Alternate Dimension AU TW: Language, Light Alcohol CW: OC Use, See the OC Guide [Here] Genre: Drama, Action, Angst, Light Comedy Pairing: Batfamily & Batsis!Reader, OC x Reader YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 7.4K

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Notes: This has to be the fastest I've uploaded an update AHAHA also quick heads up I updated the OC Guide

Disclaimer: This series is originally by @fandom-meanderer who is a close friend of mine, but she has since fallen out of her Tumblr days and asked me to finish a few series for her, hence why I am now in ownership of the Not Your Classic Vigilante series, I hope I can still live up to her writing as I rewrite this series! (I promise not to change too much, hehe)

2015

“I’m home,” your keys hung loosely from your hands. “Hello?” Usually, you would’ve been greeted by at least Alfred. “Timmy? Cass?” Still, no response. “Well, what the fuck,” you shrugged and trudged upstairs. The manor was unnervingly quiet today, and you knew well enough that there was something amiss. Then, finally, you heard a conversation just ahead.

“I apologize if it’s a little cramped,” Alfred remarks. You stuck your head in. “Ah, Miss (Y/N), welcome home.”

“Hey, Alfred,” you looked at the child in front of you. “Huh… they get younger every year,” you crossed your arms.

“And who the hell are you?” He snarks. “A maid?”

“Oh, and he’s feisty,” you leaned against the door frame. “What’s your story then? Orphaned? Stole tires? Figured him out?” You went down the line and counted on your hands.

“Not necessarily,” your dad walks in from behind you and you jumped in your shoes.

“Hello to you too,” you rolled your eyes.

“(Y/N), this is Damian,” your father introduces him. “He’s your brother.” Your eyes widened. You looked at Damian again and, now that you really thought of it, you could see the resemblance to older pictures of your dad.

“Half brother, I’m guessing,” you added.

“Right. This will be his home from now on, help him get adjusted,” your father places the luggage in his hands down. “But, I’m not too worried about you.”

“Huh, have you told Dick yet?”

“He got here half an hour ago.”

“Oh, well, I guess I’ll clean up whatever mess happens,” you pushed off of the door now. “It’s nice to meet you, Damian, let’s get to know each other better later once you’re finished unpacking. I know a great arcade in the city you might like,” you adjusted your backpack and crossed the hall to your room. You leaned your backpack against your desk and went straight to work. The college application deadline was fast approaching and you had to be on top of it, then exam season was also following in its heels so you had to remain vigilant of that.

“So what exactly is your role, then?” Damian’s voice came behind you. You ignored the way your heart stopped from shock and turned around after taking a deep breath. You'd never get used to being snuck up on, even after having to deal with your brothers.

“Heiress. You?”

“You? Heir to what? The Batman title?” He was seated on your bed with his arms crossed.

“Oh no, no way, heiress to Wayne Industries of course,” you corrected him. “I have no intentions of doing whatever vigilante work dad or any of you usually do,” you crossed your arms and shook your head.

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“No, sir, I am not,” you nudged your head toward the desk behind you. “Plus I have more important things to worry about.”

“So you have no formal training at all?” Damian asks with heavy skepticism.

“I mean, I have basic combat skills that I learned from Dick and Jason, but that’s about it, just enough to handle my own, but not enough to do any vigilante work,” your eyes shifted to the side in thought. “Why?”

“I find it hard to believe that anyone would pass up an opportunity to become stronger.”

“I’m stronger in my own way, thank you very much,” you rolled your eyes and turned back around to your desk. “If you need anything else, just let me know. We’re siblings so I’ll always be happy to help you out,” you opened your laptop and started typing up one of your college essays. Damian didn’t respond, and when you looked back to check on him, he was gone. “They get stranger every time too…” you mumbled right as Dick sent a text to the sibling group chat.

‘THERE’S ANOTHER ONE?!’ You chuckled and shook your head.

‘Yeah.’ Tim’s response was blunt and your heart suddenly sank. Especially when just moments later his contact name appeared across your screen. You answered without hesitation.

“Hey, Timmy, what’s up?” You asked.

“Hey, sis, are you busy right now?”

“Just working on college applications, but I have plenty of time, where are you?”

“Let’s grab a coffee together, my treat! I just want someone to talk to right now.”

“Of course, Tim, I’ll be right over, our usual spot, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll save us a table. Drive safe, (Y/N).”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m heading out now, bye!”

“See you.” He hung up first and you grabbed your things before heading out of your room. Damian, meanwhile, kicked off from the wall next to your room.

“Where are you going?” He asks. You toss him a quick glance and a shrug.

“Out, why?”

“Out to patrol, right?” He presses. You shake your head.

“Nope, I already told you, I don’t do that stuff,” you walked down the stairs and he followed.

“Not even like Gordon?”

“Uh… Mr. Gordon or Babs?” You ask.

“Barbara.”

“No, I’m not too versed in tech, not on her level at least,” you grabbed your keys. “I’d invite you to join me, but I’m meeting up with Tim so maybe next time,” you tossed them in your hand now.

“For an intel report?”

“Why are you so set on me being a vigilante? I want nothing to do with that stuff, Damian,” you turned to him now. What was so hard for him to understand that you just weren’t a fighting person?

“It’s just…” Damian stops. You realized now how small he was, he couldn’t have been older than ten. “My… our father is the Batman. My mother is Talia al Ghul and yours is Selina Kyle.” Huh, he did his research. “I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that you’re wasting your potential. Why would you choose to be ordinary when you could be extraordinary?” He asks. You hummed and crossed your arms, what a way to put your decision down and by a child no less. You didn’t know Damian well at all, you’d just met him today and here he was putting your life on blast.

“Well, I guess that’s something we’ll both find out together later, huh? I’ll see you later, Damian,” you cut the conversation off and walked down to the garage. This time, Damian didn’t follow you.

~

2022

“I’m sorry you had to come here while it’s in this state, Damian,” you grimaced. You start moving around the apartment to tidy it up at least a little, “as you can tell, we’re not usually home,” you start piling beer bottles in your arms and tossing them in the bin. “I’ll be back, their majesties call,” you said with an annoyed tone before disappearing into one of the rooms.

“It feels like I have a massive hangover,” Nixon whines as he collapses on the couch.

“I think all my ribs are broken,” Carter mutters next to him.

“It’s not a competition, boy scout,” Nixon groans. “Alex?” He looks over at him.

“Get in line,” Alex finishes up wrapping Eve’s hands with fresh bandages.

“The fact that you two can both self-heal is fucking bullshit,” Nixon cries.

“It’s actually reattachment, which is much more painful than regen,” Alex replies, “Damian, come over here, (Y/N) would kill me if she saw so much as a scratch,” he gestures to the chair and Damian sits down hesitantly. “I don’t think you remember me.”

“I don’t.”

“Blunt, much?” Nixon snickers.

“I was penpals with your sister,” he rolls the bandages over Damian’s arms. “Nothing more, we had a thousand miles between us and your sister had a reply period of two business weeks,” he rolls his eyes. “Oh, Evangeline, could you look around if we have something for the lad to eat? When was the last time he ate anything?”

“When he scarfed down my lunch two days ago,” Nixon answers.

“Has it been two days?” Alex taps his head. The time period he’s been here had gone by in a blur. He didn’t even realize it had been that long at all. Landing here on this Earth, nearly being eaten alive by god knows what, and waiting in the cold dirt floors of the regroup encampment, before finally landing here. He wondered how many people went into battle because there were only fourteen people who made it to the encampment.

“I’m not hungry,” Damian cuts in. Just thinking of the brief moment he’d seen the aftermath of the battle nearly turned his stomach inside out.

“It’s not that, Damian, look at your hands,” Alex starts opening drawers and cabinets. Damian looks down and feels his throat go dry. His hands seemed nearly transparent as if he could stick them through anything and they’d easily go through.

“Explain, now!”

“This Earth’s protective spell is rejecting you since you’re not from here, eating anything from here will bypass that spell and make it seem like you’re native,” Alex opened the fridge. One beer and one egg.

“How old are you again, Damian?” Alex asks.

“Sixteen.”

“That’s old enough,” he took the bottle and hit the cap on the counter. The cap bounced off with a quiet clink and he handed it to Damian.

“He’s a child!” Eve gasps.

“Would you like to eat a raw egg, Damian?” He asks. Damian shakes his head. “Bottoms up then,” he hands the beer bottle to him.

“Wow, you two really live like this,” Nixon groans.

“How do you still have the energy to be an asshole?” Carter asks him.

“My sister surrounded herself with idiots,” Damian says with a quarter-finished bottle of beer. Just in time for you to walk out in a cleaner uniform. You adjusted your gloves over your hand.

“Oh, you gave my baby brother a beer,” you observed. “You could’ve given him the egg, you know.”

“You broke both our pot and pan,” Alex reminds you.

“In self-defense,” you grabbed your keys off the counter. “How you holding up, kiddo, tired? Hungry?”

“Confused,” Damian watched the color return to his hands.

“Wow, you two really are siblings, huh?” Nixon asks.

“I know, you think they’re idiots, it’s fine, come on, I have to take you with me,” you nudged your head toward the door and waited for Damian to follow. “Someone already reported Damian to her majesty, she’s demanding an explanation and I have about half an hour to bullshit a good one.”

“Oh, man, she’s going to give you hell, (Y/N),” Nixon’s laugh turns into a groan of pain.

“Dumbass,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on, Damian, I’ll explain everything on the way,” you gestured for him to stand up and he did so. “Eve, do me a solid, can you warp us to the castle?”

“Of course,” she places her hand on her heart and bows slightly before waving her hand in a circular motion. A portal opens up next to her and inside Damian could see the faint traces of a regal room on the other side. 

“You head in first, Dami,” you urged him in, and, carefully, he stepped through and landed in what looked like a waiting room. He turned around and saw a distorted version of your apartment within the vortex’s walls.

“What are you going to do about him, (Y/N)?” Alex asks.

“Get him home, obviously. But not now, the royal family is watching him because some idiot reported him as a survivor,” you shook your head. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Until then, he’d going to have to act.”

“I know, that’s what I’m worried about. I'm just trying to make sure he doesn't freak out,” you said before you finally stepped through and it swirled closed. “Okay so…” you looked Damian over, “I asked his highness for a favor, you can’t go in wearing your uniform,” you brushed the ashes off of his shoulder. Then, behind you, there is a knock at the door.

“Captain? May I come in?” Calvin’s voice was only loud enough for those in the room to hear.

“Door’s open.” The prince slid in with a bundle of clothes in his hands.

“Oh, goodness, when I heard you’d brought back a child with you I didn’t think the rumors were serious,” Calvin stares at Damian for a moment longer before turning to you. “These should fit him, I think, it’s the uniform we give to the wards when they’re still training.”

“I know what these are, I usually hand them out anyway,” you shrugged. “Damian, this is His Highness the Crown Prince, Calvin Reinhart. Your Highness, this is my younger brother, Damian Wayne.”

“I see, there is a subtle aura to you both that I now understand runs in the family,” he says vaguely. You handed the clothes to Damian.

“Get changed into those, kiddo, then we’ll talk,” you nodded.

“Comfort room is just across the hall,” Calvin points in its general direction with two fingers and Damian turns to you. You just nodded your head again and he left, just barely catching the conversation behind him. “I never took you as one to pick up a ward.”

“He’s in my care for the time being and he’s interested in Knighthood.” Your voices fell silent as soon as he closed the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror for a brief moment, spotting the scars and the healed-over gashes as well as the bandages, before slipping on the fresher pair of clothes. He folded his tattered uniform carefully, the encircled R staring back at him as he walked back.

“We should have him complete a field test then, you know what people would say if you just let him in.” Damian walked into the rest of the conversation and you held your hand out. He placed his uniform on it and you pushed it carefully into a backpack that you handed to him after.

“Oh, of course, I’ll do it by the books,” you reassured him. “What should I expect walking in?”

“My father wants a full report on what happened, you can just ignore whatever chide remarks my mother sends your way though,” he says.

“And you?”

“I don’t have a say in any of this,” he sighs. He looks at Damian. “Wow, a perfect fit.”

“He’s as ready for this as any of those other kids are,” you crossed your arms.

“Are you sure? That test is difficult, I barely got through it,” he says.

“Yours was a formality, your highness,” you reminded him.

“Right, right,” Calvin nods with a knowing smile. “I’ll see you in the throne room, then,” he bids goodbye and closes the door quietly behind him.

“Look at you, handsome devil,” you rubbed his hair gently and leaned against the table in the room. “Alright, Damian, ready for your first mission on this new Earth?”

“Absolutely,” he straightens up.

“Mission one on the new Earth: Be good, blend in. Look, the royal family can’t know that you dropped from another Earth, okay? As far as they know we’ve all been born and raised here, very few people know about where the Brigade members came from. So, let’s get our story straight,” you leaned down and spoke in a quiet voice. Your eyes moved side to side to ensure that no one was listening. “Like usual, you are my younger brother. Our parents are living in the mountain regions and sent both of us down when we were teenagers to find livelihoods. I’m all done, but you’re just starting, I brought you in to live with me because you were interested in joining the Knight’s Order, and from today on you will be my apprentice,” you spoke in a steady voice and he nodded.

“Anything else I should know?”

“Don’t look into the eyes of the queen directly, she’ll know that you’re lying,” you told him. “Each member of the royal family has a special ability that has kept them in power. The King can crush your bones at the snap of his fingers, the Queen can know if you’re telling the truth with a simple glance at your eyes, and the Prince can throw anything and it’d reach it’s target. The presence of these innate abilities and the power to grant them is proof of royal blood,” you explained. “But, you don’t need to worry about all of that, hell, you don’t even have to worry about the practical exam coming up to enter as a Knight’s apprentice, at your skill level I’d promote you to the highest already,” you laughed shortly. “But, let me do all the talking in there, just observe, and if you notice something’s off, find a subtle way to tell me,” you stood up and he followed you out. You knew the layout of the castle already, having been here almost as many times as your own home, and finally you stood beyond two grandiose doors that stretched higher than Damian thought normal.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” he nodded his head and you opened the doors, together, you both walked into the grand throne room. Before you sat three of the most powerful people in that world and, to say the least, Damian felt the pressure in the atmosphere. It was similar to those few times when he knew his enemies out-skilled him. He found himself subconsciously moving toward you and, as if you understood, your hand pulled him closer.

“Captain,” the King spoke.

“Your Majesty,” you stopped a good distance away from the thrones, bowed your head, and put your hand to your heart. Damian followed suit.

“What is that behind you,” the Queen spat. Damian didn’t miss the annoyed look in your eyes as you looked up at the other woman.

“My younger brother, and soon to be my apprentice,” you explained.

“I see,” she relaxes into her seat. “Quite the predicament you’ve found yourself in. If he will affect your duties, dispose of him.” Damian’s fists clenched behind his back, but he said nothing.

“That won’t be a problem. You’ll soon see that he is a very capable young man.”

“Tch,” the Queen turned her nose. Damian suddenly realizes why Jason would be so pissed when he did that to him. “So he’s virtually untouchable.”

“Yes.”

“Give me news on that village,” the King cut into the conversation.

“It’s unsalvageable, Your Majesty,” You replied curtly. He shifted slightly.

“How many survivors?”

“Five…”

“Hundred?” He cut you off.

“No, your majesty. Five,” you touched your heart again. “Correction, three, not including us from the Knight’s Order.”

“My god,” the Queen shook her head. “How could your team, your special operations unit, have failed?!”

“I believe I’ve told you before, Your Majesty, there have been frequent sightings of a new and much stronger daemon in our midst. Usually, we have been able to handle these mutations, but, for reasons unknown, an entire herd of a new variant descended upon the village,” you stood your ground and continued to explain the situation, all of which Damian already knew as Eve filled him in.

“Usually?” The King’s stance straightened and the Queen’s expression grew grave.

“Father, if you’d recall, I gave you a brief report on the Brigade’s findings a few days ago,” Calvin spoke up. The King held his hand up and Calvin stopped. “Captain, you look like you’re about to say something,” he gestures toward you.

“Yes, Your Majesty, I can assure you that the Brigade has everything under control.”

“New variant?” She asks. “How long have you been dealing with these beasts before informing us?!”

“Near a year now, Your Majesty, but with much smaller variants.”

“A year?! When were you planning on reporting this?!” She shouts.

“The Brigade has had this issue under control up until now. The mutations were advancing at a slow rate until now, and thus we kept a watchful eye on them. As I said, the variant that destroyed that village is a new one. We have never seen one that advanced that far,” your voice remained firm.

It was a presence that Damian wasn’t used to. The longer he stayed here, the more he realizes how much you’ve changed. Especially now, you look just like their father. Damian’s eyes wandered to the Prince, who was silent this entire time. He was almost entirely different than when he saw him earlier, whatever warmth he thought he saw in him was replaced with a bitter coldness that matched his parents, it was almost impressive. Calvin was watching you with a strange mix of curiosity, confusion, and concern. His head rested on the palm of his hand as he tried to feign superiority, but he held a similar annoyed expression that you had, with his eyes constantly shifting to the Queen, who seemed ready to boil over with rage.

“I see,” the King tapped his foot, the sound bouncing off of the room’s walls. “Then continue doing what you’ve been doing.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Await further orders then, Captain. You are dismissed.” You bowed your head again, turned on your heel, and left, Damian following close behind with every hair at the back of his neck standing up from the stares alone.

~

“What do you mean, you can’t find him?” Dick shouts. Tim rubs his head angrily and gestures toward the screen.

“Do you see him on the radar? No? Well, neither can I!” He argues. Jason rolls his eyes.

“Stop arguing,” Bruce sighs.

“Why am I even here?” Jason grumbles. He takes his helmet. “I’m out, this is stupid. We’re wasting time using this tech, I’ll find him myself and drag him back, yeah? Maybe the kid found (Y/N) already too,” he says.

“Jason has a point, we’re getting nowhere configuring this system,” Bruce concedes.

“Jason, Bruce, wait, come on, we should make sure he’s alright, the fact that he’s not pinging here is a huge problem,” Dick reasons. Tim turns back to the bat computer and a notification pings. “Hold on, there’s some noise about a strange light in the third district, it might be something to look into.”

“Pull it up, then,” Bruce says.

“Yeah,” Tim answers. He pulls up the grainy CCTV footage, speeding through the footage to find something of interest, and once he saw the bright light he scrubbed back a few minutes, and the figure centered in it was unmistakable. They watched as Damian ran around the area, asking random people who happened to be passing by, and whatnot, then a stranger walked up to him and inaudibly told him something. Whatever he said, Damian listened carefully, before the stranger pulled out what looked similar to a pocket watch. Damian watched the pendulum move from side to side before falling to the ground. The stranger lifted him and disappeared into the alley, a bright light emitting from it, and the footage ended there.

“Shit… I should’ve known it was one of the three,” Steph frowns.

“Three?” Tim turns to her.

“You know… aliens, robots, or wizards? This has to be wizard, it’s written all over it,” she says.

“Damian was not kidnapped by wizards,” Tim drags a tired hand down his face.

“Holy shit, Damian was kidnapped by wizards?!” Jason looks up from his phone and then it was Bruce’s turn to sigh, but before the argument could continue, then a notification pings on the batcomputer and Tim was quick to navigate to it.

“Whoa… what’s that?” Jason looks at the picture on the screen.

“I think (Y/N) left it behind, I found it on her seat after I woke up,” Tim skims through the report. “Damn… no matches.”

“Looks like it belongs to a wizard,” Steph whispers, and Cass snickers.

“Wait, try cross-referencing it with the CCTV from earlier,” Dick cuts in.

“You sure?” Tim asks.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he was holding a watch.”

“It could just be a pocket watch, you know?” Jason argues.

“Who the hell carries pocket watches in the 21st century?” Steph chides.

“It’s a match!” Tim nearly jumps from his seat.

“Shit, never mind then,” Jason shrugs and Tim pulls the pocketwatch from its spot on the console. He opens it quickly.

“Take a look inside of it, I noticed that the watch face looked too peculiar,” Tim tapped it and so far, no dice. There was no reaction or movement whatsoever. Inside the watch face was a series of concentric circles that were intersected by a number of hands that extended the length of each circle’s radii.

“Yeah… uh… maybe it also reads milliseconds,” Jason hums.

“I doubt that,” Tim grimaces.

“You guys really think it’s magic?” Dick asks.

“I’m thinking more of that it could be some complicated tech that neither of us understands yet,”

And so, operation Save Damian is a go.

~

2015

“So… how’s the new kid doing?” Steph asks. You, her, Cass, and Babs sat at a cafe table, you just wanting to eat your sandwich while the three of them were extra intent on hearing the drama from you firsthand.

“Damian’s doing good, stellar, actually, like… he’s probably one of the best Robins from the get-go,” you shrugged.

“Best Robin? That’s a loaded statement,” Steph chuckled.

“I did say from the get-go. But, to be fair, Damian’s raising situation was a little different than the others.”

“Right, the al Ghuls,” Steph says with an exaggerated tone. 

“If you want to ask about Robin stuff you should ask the guys though, I’m not involved in that stuff,” you shook your head. “Like… Jesus, the kid’s only ten! I know it’s not my place to judge but… I kinda want to give him at least a bit of a childhood but he’s so…” you trailed, trying to find the right words to say.

“Bratty?” Steph asks.

“Rude?” Babs tries.

“Conceited?” Cass says before drinking her iced coffee.

“Those are a bit harsh,” you shook your head. You sighed and played with your straw for a bit. “Lonely. He seems very lonely,” you drank some of your drink, trying to ignore the hinted tension at the table now. “I don’t know… I mean, I get it, I do. He grew up to be an assassin, and he didn’t have time or the privilege to make friends, I don’t have the full story so I can’t assume, I just want him to feel comfortable,” you rest your chin on your palm.

“Takes one to know one, huh?” Cass asks.

“Yeah,” you answered absently. Then, in the blink of an eye, you smiled and shook your head. “Not that I was lonely, you know? Obviously, I had all of you, my brothers, my mom, and Alfred so I had plenty of people, and you’re all so wonderful so… I just want Damian to see that too. I get why he doesn’t want to be close with me since I’m just ordinary, but I hope at least Dick gets through to him,” you said.

“Well, Dick has a way with people so I’m sure they’ll bond somehow,” Babs nods.

“Ordinary… you’ve never used that word before,” Cass taps a finger on the table and you shook your head.

“It’s no big deal, it’s just the truth,” you shrugged. “When I first met Damian he said something interesting to me, actually,” you adjusted yourself so you were more comfortable on the metal chairs, “he brought up how our dad is Bruce Wayne, then he brought up how my mom is Selina Kyle, and he asked me why I settled to be ordinary when I could’ve been extraordinary.”

“Yeah, sis, he’s just a brat,” Steph deadpans.

“Hey now,” you shot a pointed look at her and she shrugs. “Anyway, I got to thinking about it over with Tim—”

“Aw, hell, Tim! Shit, how’d he take the news?” Steph asks. You shook your head.

“You didn’t hear it from me, but not well. Wait for him to talk to you about it though,” you told her. “But back on topic… I discussed it with Tim and he told me that of all of us, I was the most important member,” you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t buy it at first but…” you took a deep breath. “Every super family needs a civilian, right?” You finally said. Cass reached over and held your hand in hers, squeezing it with some amount of reassurance.

“You are so much more than just an ordinary civilian, (Y/N),” Steph says. “You’re our sister, through and through. Not just anyone can shut Jason up the way you do,” she adds with a short laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure Damian is hurting right now, he needs time to open up,” Cass says.

“He’s an interesting boy, he’s so mission-driven that it surprises me,” Babs sighs. 

“Dad thinks that me taking him out is a waste,” you sighed.

“Bruce said that?” Babs masks her surprise.

“He said it in a very Bruce Wayne way, you know? I told him I’d be taking Damian with me somewhere and he would hit me with the “Again?” and ugh it just makes me angry,” you grumbled.

“Well, he was never able to control you either, so there’s probably not much he could do to stop you,” Steph says.

“Like he’d try,” you leaned back against the chair and stole a glance at your watch. “I should head back to the manor, I still have assignments,” you sighed.

“Oh, need a ride? Let’s share an Uber,” Babs says.

“Sure, yeah, how about you two?”

“I have to go on patrol,” Steph says.

“Ditto,” Cass readjusts her scarf and you nod.

“Good luck, then, stay safe,” you gave the both of them hugs before following Barbra.

“You know, (Y/N),” Barbara spoke up when you were a good distance away, “I think what you’re doing for Damian is good,” she says.

“What am I doing?”

“Giving him a chance,” she says. “You’re right, he’s still a child, even though he acts so mature, sometimes I hear a sliver of the child he is and it reminds me that normally he wouldn’t be handling these kinds of missions,” she says.

“Yeah, I always worry about him,” you shake your head.

“(Y/N), about what Tim said, he’s right, you know. You keep us in touch with our human side, I know sometimes you feel left out when you walk into our meetings, but you are an instrumental member of our family,” she continues. “Remember that, (Y/N).”

“I know, I know,” you nodded. You’d known ever since you renounced the vigilante business. The looks you got from everyone were just different, and the looks you got from people after were just as bad.

~

“Thirsty? You should drink something,” you pulled out two discs from your pocket while you and Damian walked along the castle halls. Holding the discs close together, you firmly grasped onto the handles and twisted them to open and, as you separated the discs, water gathered between them.

“Whoa…” he observes it and you hand it to him. “How do I drink this?”

“You can hold it with one hand,” you chuckled and reached over, pulling out a small sphere of water and popping it into your mouth. “We have actual water bottles, but it’s just easier to carry that around,” you said.

“Is this magic?” He copies you and pulls a small sphere of water from the middle before drinking it.

“Yup, Alex brought it from somewhere,” you answered while Damian handed the device back to you. You resealed it and put it away. “Now, today’s the entrance practical for new knights, I gotta admit that we lucked out there. Like I said earlier, I’m pretty sure you’ll pass with flying colors,” you turned him down a hallway.

“What should I expect?”

“It’s divided into two exams. The first is an obstacle course, you have to get through it within ten minutes. The second is a mock hunt, you’ll have to fight and capture a beginner-level beast,” you say. “Easy, for you, trust.” You both walked out into the training grounds, Damian shielded his eyes from the harsh sunlight while he looked around seeing knights of various backgrounds roam around. “See that building over there? The one with the green banner on it? That’s for you and the other examinees, go ahead and make yourself comfortable there for now while I meet with the others to prep the course, and, oh! One more thing Dami!”

“Yeah?”

“Be nice to the other kids, okay? Not everyone's as cool as you.” You urged him forward and you waited for him to reach the practice house before taking off yourself.

Damian opened the door cautiously, seeing boys and girls similar to his age all talking amongst themselves and preparing for the exam. 

“So the rumors are true, they let in a homeschooler?” One of the boys snarked. Damian turns to him, unamused. “Guess what, mountain boy, this exam isn’t for bumpkins like you,” he sneers.

“Oh, leave him alone, Hugo!” One of the girls grimaces. “Here, new kid, come sit with us,” she waves Damian over to a table with a few others and, remembering your words, obliges. “I’m Retta,” she introduces herself.

“Damian,” he sits next to her.

“I’m Niers!” The platinum blond boy next to him is next.

“My name’s Luciana,” the tanned girl goes next.

“And I’m Lowen,” the last boy introduces himself.

“So, is it true? You didn’t go to any of the academies?” Niers asks. Damian nods.

“Yeah, I trained… in the mountains,” he holds back a groan. Maybe you didn’t change at all, your lies were still obvious.

“That’s so crazy, I always forget there’s a whole village up there,” Niers hums. “Shoot, so you don’t know what to expect, huh?”

“I have an idea,” Damian eyes the tarts that Retta stacks on his plate.

“Eat them, they’re good for you. They have some mild stamina enhancers in them,” she smiles.

“I mean, we’ve kinda always known what the exam has,” Luciana mutters. “Lowen and I have siblings in the Knighthood already,” she says.

“Really?” Well, that’s a coincidence.

“Yeah, my older brother’s Aldryn,” Lowen says it with a slight hint of disdain. “Luci's are the twins in lab coats.”

“My older siblings! Marion'll be at the test today too, I’m so nervous,” she chews on the inside of her lip and Retta places a cookie on her plate.

“For the nerves,” she says. “No worries though, depending on how you fail you get a retest,” Retta explains.

“Is it really that difficult?” Damian asks.

“Oh, you don’t even know,” Niers shudders. “But… all of this for one reason!” He says. The four teens put their hands in the center and a blazing determination appears in their gazes. They glance at Damian, waiting for him to join in and, with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he does so.

“To meet the Captain Wayne in the flesh!” Luciana says. Damian is taken aback for a moment.

“To meet the Captain Wayne!” The other three announce. What are the odds he gets sucked into his sister’s fan club?

‘Good grief…’ he could feel his battery draining already.

“Examinees, to the exam field,” Nixon walks in holding a clipboard. He eyes Damian but makes no other attempts at acknowledgment before leaving.

“That’s our cue! Follow us, Damian, we help each other out in this group!” Retta smiles.

“And who said I was in this group?”

“We all did now go!” Niers pushes everyone forward.

Damian listened in on all the conversations on their way to the site, trying to get a general idea of what awaited him. He’d heard many different things, but if one detail was certain, it was that the beast at the end was what they called a ‘Hamig’ whatever that was. You had mentioned to him that it was a beginner-level beast, but he still remained on his guard.

But when he saw the test site, he had to hold back a laugh. And when he spotted you walking toward the group, the eye contact alone almost made you both laugh.

You were right. This was child’s play.

“Students of the 28th class, today is your practical exam to join the Knighthood. My name is Captain (Y/N) Wayne and I oversee all the affairs of the Knighthood and the Brigade. Today myself, Nixon Jones, and Carter Adara will be observing your exams and grading you. You will know if you passed or failed as soon as you complete the exam and you are allowed one retest and one only. If you fail both of those, you will be held back to the next class practical which will happen exactly a year from now. We will be conducting the first exam now, then we’ll have a break, and finally the second part. Don’t let your guard down, and impress us. Your rankings will be given to you today as well,” you instructed. “So, who’s first?” You looked among the crowd. Damian crossed his arms, the first rule of undercover was easy, don’t stand out. He would have to observe the general skill level of everyone first just in case. “Ah, a volunteer already! Let’s see if I’m remembering correctly, Hugo Gardner?” You asked. Damian’s gaze moved over to the boy who pushed his way forward.

“That’s me, I’m glad you remember,” his bravado’s unmatched.

“Right, hard to forget you,” you smiled.

“This is Hugo’s fourth time retaking the practical,” Lowen says quietly, and Damian fights back a snort. This was the kid who tried to demean him? He couldn’t wait to see him fail the course.

And fail he did. Landing face first into the mud below because he didn’t gauge how far the next platform was.

“Gardner, back to the group, you’ll be retesting after everyone completes their exam,” Carter says.

“Whatever,” Hugo spats. “See that, mountain boy?! If I could barely get through it you could kiss this title goodbye!” He laughs. Damian glares at him and you shook your head. Not yet, it was a reminder.

Then, students came and went, students passed, and students failed, and, finally, that left Damian. He had looked over everyone’s abilities enough that he could replicate it to avoid attention, he didn’t want to make this more difficult for you, at least. He had heard a range of different times already, he’d heard eight minutes, nine minutes, eleven minutes, and more and less. The best time right now was five minutes and forty-two seconds. He could complete this in two, but he knew he shouldn’t, don’t draw attention.

“You can still drop out, mountain hobo!” Hugo’s insults were obviously forced.

Aw, whatever, Damian couldn’t resist a chance to show off against people like that. So, he stood at the starting line, and once you had blown the whistle, he took off.

The first course was simple, climbing. One jump and a strategically planned landing point had him at the top in seconds. Then, where Gardner failed, the jump to the next platform. Easy, Damian didn’t have to think of it. The next section was a series of spinning columns with various protrusions, and this one took out a lot of the cohort already, but, again, easy. The trick was to see the pattern before running in, and he’d seen it so many times already. The final part stretched over a small body of water with various buoys set up. There were many strategies for this one, such that he’d seen, either use momentum at each buoy or use them as floaters. Damian decided to do neither of those and used them as platforms instead, moving with ease among each and landing at the finish line.

“Two minutes,” Nixon clicks the stopwatch, and surprised gasps and cheers followed.

“That was crazy, Damian! Why didn’t you tell us you were that good?” Niers compliments him. “Shoot, now I feel kinda embarrassed, you’re a pro!”

“We worried for no reason,” Luci's shoulders relaxed.

“Hey, check out Hugo,” Lowen grins. Hugo had begun his retest, standing at the top of the climbing tower and staring at the platform. Be good, Damian thought of those words again. After years of living with his father, of being good, maybe this new Earth was a chance to try anew.

“Hey, Gardner!” Damian shouts. Hugo glares at him. “Focus on the platform before you jump, trust your instincts! If you’d been training for this, then you can handle it,” Damian instructs. Hugo takes a deep breath and, assumably, follows Damian’s instructions and successfully lands on the platform.

“Shouldn’t we call that out,” Nixon nudges you.

“No, I don’t think I can handle watching Hugo come in another year, he’s been working hard for this. Teamwork and trust are also tenets we emphasize,” you say. You watched Hugo continue through the course with difficulty and, once he’d reached the finish, Nixon checked the stopwatch.

“Eight minutes and seven seconds,” he calls, “congrats, Hugo, you advance to the final test,” he says. Hugo stands for a moment, catching his breath, when tears finally slipped down and his friends rushed over to him, all congratulating him on his achievement.

“You did good, kid,” you nudged Damian with your clipboard and he shrugs it off.

“Whatever…” he says. You slipped a lunch bag in his hand.

“So, let’s take a break, then we’ll complete today’s exam. Everyone who didn’t pass, don’t take it to heart, use this as a learning experience to prepare for the next exam. And those who did pass, don’t let it get to your head, the second exam is much harder,” you announced, walking past Damian as if nothing had happened.

“Damian! Come over here!” Retta calls him over again and he follows while he opened the paper bag and spotted the salad and fruits inside, and beneath it a wrapped veggie burger. Then, as he sat down, Damian felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia and, if memory served him right, then your note should be sandwiched under the fruits and bingo. He reads the note in the bag, keeping his privacy about himself as he does so.

‘Why did P stick with J? Because P is butter with J! - Big Sis’ There is no Earth where that would have been funny. But, call it instinct, he flipped the note over and lo and behold, the actual message.

‘Hey Dami, the lunch they’re serving is boar roast and, obviously, you can’t eat that, so I had my assistant run and grab you these. They might taste a little different than what you’re used to, though, just keep an open mind.’ 

Keep an open mind? Damian pulled the salad out, eyeing the purple lettuce and pink spinach.

Oh.

~

As soon as the elevator doors opened, you walked straight forward, stopping in front of the cage with the beast inside, still standing, and still looming, but still silent. You looked at it carefully, going over all the details with a new understanding.

“Hello, old friend,” you crossed your arms and the beast seemed to bow its head. Unable to speak, it raises it now, exposing the dog tags melted into its fur. You looked at the protective circles around it, stepping through them carefully to approach the cage and, just barely, you could just barely make out the name on it.

‘CK - 78’ was engraved on it. Whoever this was, they weren’t part of the Knighthood.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are,” you backed away from the cage and the beast whimpered, lowering to the ground and lying there peacefully.

“Captain,” you look over your shoulder and watch the two twin scientists enter.

“That’s the most relaxed it’s been,” Inigo speaks up.

“All day, every day, that thing snarls at me and snaps at whoever nears it. It likes you, Cap, I don’t know why though,” Marion shakes her head.

“Your guess is as good as mine, Mary,” you lied. Again, you looked at the beast, who watched you with one eye.

“Pitiful creature, if we weren’t studying it then I would’ve put it out of his misery,” Inigo shoves his hands into his lab coat pockets. “So, what can we help you with, Cap?”

“Just looking, there’s something that’s been bothering me since the last attack,” you crossed your arms. “The report said that this beast displayed an unparalleled strength, and after dealing with similar variants I can confirm that,” you looked over the beast again.

“We’ve been trying to heal the wounds too,” Marion says, “it won’t let us get close.”

“The beast is guarded, most wild beasts are,” you nodded. “Well, keep up the good work, it’s about time I proctored the second exam,” you looked at your watch.

“Damn, that time of the year already? Cut 'em some slack, Cap.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved your hand and left the room, hearing the beast stand up behind you with sounds of metal hitting the cage to prove it.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I’ve been a silent follower for sometime and I enjoy all your work! I’m happy you finally opened requests as I missed the other one. Can I please ask for female Tanjiro reader x Zoro and Mihawk? Nsfw + sfw please and thank you.

Minors DNI

Mihawk

-SFW: You were definitely a different vibe compared to the others on his island and around his home, you were warm, bright, you were like a ray of sunshine, lighting up his dark world. He was impressed with your tenacity to never give you, you never stopped looking for a cure for your sister, you never stopped training to get stronger so you would never have to lose anyone else important to you, you never quit. Yet, despite your hardships, you never let them get you down, you always smiled and greeted him so warmly, so brightly, welcoming him home after he went out sailing for any reason. You were like home to him. You were also one of the few that could challenge him, mainly because you had bowed deeply, head on the ground on your hands and knees, begging him to train you. He initially was going to refuse, until he saw the fire in your eyes, something that told him that you were strong. He didn’t go easy on you just because you were a girl, but you took everything he gave you, never complaining, something that was rare in others, and it was something he admired you for. It was hard not to fall for you, how could he not when you worked so hard and still beamed so brightly at him. Is very private about his relationships with others, so if someone else is around, the two of you aren’t lovers, you are master and student, the only person he doesn’t mind showing you affection around is Nezuko, only because he gives it to her as well, patting her head and letting her sit on his lap while he reads.

-NSFW: Worships you in the bedroom, is very romantic and always takes things slow, savoring every inch of you as if he was savoring a fine wine. Even if you’re in tears, begging him to do more, he won’t and has no issues tying you down so he can go at his own pace. A selfless lover, will have you falling apart again and again and asks for nothing in return, only to see your face and hear the pretty sounds you make while falling apart for the nth time. Very big with consent, will constantly check on you, especially when experimenting with new things in the bedroom, and would never force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to. Loves to overstimulate you and have you crying before him, you look so beautiful like that, he loves to ruin you when you get to that point, when your thighs are twitching, that’s when he’ll finally take his pleasure, relishing the feeling of you around him. Keeps thing mostly in the bedroom but has taken you a few times in his office, enjoying the rush of possibly being caught by servants. If you force him to his back, wanting to please him, he will allow you to do as you please and nothing but praise will come from his lips. However, he isn’t as patient when you’re teasing him and will only last so long before flipping you over and taking control.

Zoro

-SFW: Just like anyone else new on the crew, he didn’t trust you and Nezuko at first, treating you both a bit coldly, something Nami and Sanji both beat him for, telling him to be nicer to girls. Would see you late at night on the deck training, using the skills you’ve gathered to become stronger, honing your breathing techniques. When he asked you to spar your bright smile was not what he was expecting, neither was your excitement, as you happily agreed. He beat you, but before anyone could yell at him for not going easy on you, you popped up, thanking him brightly before asking to spar again the next day. You learned as you fought which impressed him, seeing you gain something from every fight and you didn’t complain when you got hurt, you would get back up, once the world stopped spinning and went right back in. Is very protective of you and Nezuko, doting on the both of you, but is his normal emotionally constipated self and can’t seem to admit that it’s because he cares about the both of you, choosing to say something along the lines that he’s protecting the weaker members of the crew instead, but Nami and Robin are both exasperated but think it is cute at the same time. When he finally admitted his emotions to you, finally pulling his head out of his ass after he and Sanji got into a big fight, mainly because he was upset that Zoro stole your heart, he’s very affectionate but only to you, and is very protective. He’s easily jealous but not with those on the crew, who flirt with you just to get him riled up and he knows this, it’s those not in the crew that he wouldn’t hesitate to glare at, silently telling them to stay away from you.

-NSFW: Acts like a dom, teasing you, making you beg him, loves to see you cry, but will never intentionally hurt you, would feel awful if he did and nothing is done without your consent. Loves seeing you sweat when you work out, seeing how hard you work and loves to give you a cool down workout, even though it has the opposite effect. Loves to take you from behind, holding your hands behind your back, pinning you down, hearing you gasp and squeal as you take his rough and fast pace. He has stamina for days but had a low sex drive, until he met you and when you finally slept together, he became insatiable, wanting it at least once a day, but his sessions could last for hours. Luckily you and him had a private training room that was strong enough to handle the two of your training, but it gave the two of you a private room to have some fun in after training before hitting the showers. Loves to tease you, trying to make you scream, all while telling you to keep quiet or else everyone on the ship would hear your pretty voice; he’s made it his personal challenge to get you to break, it boosts his ego when he manages to do it. Will always wash your hair and body afterwards, doting gently on you, pressing kisses and praising you, treating you so gently as if you were made of glass, even though he knew you were way tougher.

[ulyanatarot]

Can you please do a career reading on Taylor Swift?

Hello everyone 🖐️

I had a request about this tarot reading soooo... Here it is!

I must say right away, I am not a fan of Taylor Swift's music, but in a neutral status. I just don't follow her social media and career news and I don't know much about her. But for tarot reading it's preety good! If you can comment on my reading and clear some things to me - you're welcome🙏

⚠️Everything written in this post is just my guesses and created for entertainment purposes only.

What does Taylor think about her career right now?

3 of wands

She thinks she has reached her maximum. Now she has thoughts on other topics in general in her head.

She has a lot of plans and hopes for her future right now. I pulled out some additional cards to clarify the situation. It looks very much like she had some problems with the law and the courts this year. Either she sought the help of lawyers, or there were cases against her. She may have acted as a witness. Maybe someone betrayed her. Maybe someone was just scaring her by suing her. There was definitely something related to court cases. Anyway, it bothered her a lot.

Now she is in a state of some kind of balance and calm, and can create and produce even more.

What are her global career dreams?

6 of swords

There is a fairly short answer here. According to her personal plans, at some point she will quit as a singer. The official reason is likely to be disappointment in fame and popularity (perhaps she has already realized this). Fame brought her more pain than joy. And she definitely wants to try something new.

She also really wants to become a mother, and in choosing between a child and a career, she will choose a child. And she will definitely do everything to protect her child from the "industry".

Also! There is someone in the industry who is stronger and more powerful, who says what she should do and how she should run her business (I'm surprised, I thought she was exceptionally independent). She is tired of it.

But she is not the only one. This is not an obvious person, it's like "the most important person in the industry", they are not public, but they run everything. Maybe it's a group of people.

Now she may think that she will easily give up fame in the future, but the cards show that attention and world fame are important to her. I think she'll go into something new for herself. But it will definitely be in the news and magazines.

What are her career plans in 2025?

King of swords

I pulled out the extra cards. She wants to finish and complete some things, including personal ones. She is serious about it. To do this, she will need to use her masculine energies. I think we'll even be able to see some coldness in her actions and words - we'll see in 2025. It also looks very much like she's going to have a tour or something similar by 2025.

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Black Bird Fazbear Fright : Why it's a bad representation of school harassment

Hello everyone, today we are going to talk about one of the Fnaf Fazbear Fright stories: Black Bird. Well, I would like to warn you, I didn't read the story, because it is not available in my country, but I saw Dawko's summary, and I documented myself as best I could to have the best vision as clear as possible. And, from what I've seen, this story is frankly… Not bad, but it has a very bad moral! Not about apologizing and forgiving, but about the representation that is made of school bullying.

For the summary, a boy named Noel, who has harassed a girl in the past is pursued by a demon bird who haunts him and plunges him into the guilt of his actions, and the only way he has to escape release it and apologize to those to whom he has harmed. Well, that's a very rough summary, but it's so that those who haven't read the story can follow, because I think it's important that as many people as possible know what's wrong with this story.

Bullying is bad, yes I know I'm not learning you something, but apparently the author doesn't think so, or presented it in a very bad way! First, when Noel tells his friend Sam that he bullied a girl, he laughs about it, and it's only because Sam tells him that it's not funny that he questions himself a little. Come on, I can understand that, if he wasn't aware that what he did was wrong, why not. But, I think that from the moment you put a dead mole in someone's locker, it's not to make them laugh! It’s clearly meant to do harm!

Already, this point prevents me from becoming attached to Noel, but even then it is not that problematic, as long as the character questions himself, which he seems to do. The problem is how he questions himself, why he does it. Basically, he's being chased by Black Bird and his girlfriend is telling him that he should apologize to the girl he bullied. He says he's going to do it, but the second Black Bird is absent, he withdraws, like: "oh come on, I'll check that he's really there, because frankly I don't want to apologize." He didn't say it like that, but that's really how I felt it.

And it’s only because Black Bird comes back that he decides to apologize to Christine! Man, you can't be more selfish! He only apologizes for his own well-being, because he is afraid for his life! If my bully came back to me, with someone holding a knife to his throat, and forced him to apologize, I would not consider his apology valid. Since he's fucking threatening imminent death! So that’s already a very big negative point, but it’s not the worst!

When Noel goes to Christine, who seems to be doing very well (she is in good health, she has lots of friends and everything), she does not recognize him. Like, bruh, no actually! That's not how it works! A bullied person generally doesn't forget their bully, and certainly not the one who called her fat and shoved dead f*cking moles into her locker! This is basically not possible! But it's not just that, and honestly that's what triggers me the most, she thanks him for bullying her, because it made her stronger, opened her eyes, and allowed her to get better.

…

Really, I don't have the words… What kind of bullshit is this? What kind of morality is that?! What it teaches the reader, indirectly, is: “Bullying is good, it allows people to improve!”, “Come on, tell this shy kid that he’s fat and ugly, so he’ll start playing sports and take care of his health!” NO! NO! and NO! Sorry, but I'm angry right now! There is nothing more destructive than school bullying! This shit kills people every year, it doesn't help anyone, and it certainly doesn't make you better! It's not a funny thing, it's not a joke! This is truly the worst moral I have ever seen in a story!

Remember one thing: apologizing is good, forgiving is liberating, but bullying is the worst creation of humanity. That's all I have to say about this story, I'm sure some will disagree with my opinion, but I really needed to get this out of my mind.

[casper-spills]

Hello everyone 🤍

I’m writing this to update you all on things.

Thank you all for your patience again. I’m letting everyone know who are still waiting for their reading that I promise I will get to you. I still plan to complete everyone’s reading.

My ko-fi is also working again so if any of you are interested in donating, especially if you are wanting a reading a bit faster, you are able to do that now. I’ll make a post about this in more detail in the future since at the moment I’m busy with catching up with the readings I currently have to do. The link to my ko-fi is in my bio.

The following will be just be a little bit about what’s going on in my personal life to sort of explain my inactivity. You’re basically all caught up now, so if you’re not interested you are very welcome to scroll.

Thank you for reading and I hope you’re all doing well and I hope you had a happy thanksgiving 🤍

Sincerely,

Cassy the friendly ghost 🤍

If you’re still reading, thank you again for your support 🤍

I initially created this blog to be able to express my feelings and hardships creatively but it ended up becoming something very different to what I expected (but in a good way), so it feels sort of weird now to bring back the original purpose. But I suppose it’s still my blog and there is still a few select people who enjoy my other posts. Thank you guys so much for that. Really 🤍

I started typing about my life and then I decided it was just all ramble. I thought, what’s the point in talking about all of this when what I actually want to talk about is what’s been haunting me these past couple days.

Have you ever known somebody so broken? Broken doesn’t even feel like it fully describes this person that I know.

I saw her last night and pitied her. She had been in a nasty argument with her boyfriend and it wasn’t even about anything serious. But for some reason this argument sounded like it was something so terrible and so life altering. It was something about her having her things all over the couch or the bed or wherever, and hating how small the house was and that there’s no room for anything or anyone for that matter.

He was loud. He was angry and he was very aggressive. He was banging the walls, the counters or just generally hitting things around her.

She isn’t normally the type to stay quiet and let things happen to her. She likes to pretend that she’s in control. She likes to control those around her and she likes to pretend that she’s better, smarter and stronger than everyone else. I decided a long time ago that she must be a narcissist.

I think she must be scared of him. I think she knows he could hit her if he hasn’t already. She likes to pretend this isn’t the case though and I ‘shouldn’t get involved’ because it’s ‘just an argument’.

They decide to sleep separately and they went to bed. And then this morning, I see that she had crawled under the covers on the couch with him in the night. And the day continues with more shouting and hitting things.

It seems that he felt it was important to mention how she had crawled right back to him during the night even after all of that.

How bleak.

I can only hope that I don’t end up like her.

[fourorfivemovements]

Hello there!

If you are reading this, it means that you made it through the year. So it's time for you to receive this corny (but sincere) message.

So here we are again. The end of another year. And once again I say, WHAT A YEAR! A lot of crazy stuff happened. I mean, lots of crazy stuff. Geez, can't we have a little break? Not even being chill for 6 months? Eh. The important thing is that you made it through.

As usual, I would like to wish my followers, mutuals and the ones I follow a Happy New Year. Think about all the things that happened to you. I hope you enjoyed the good things and learned from the bad. Remember all the people that you met and said goodbye to. And that everything that you wished came true. If not, I hope that happens, starting tomorrow.

Let me tell you something I already told last year, but I still think it’s important to remember, especially now.

I know that sometimes things can get really bad.  And I know that sometimes it is difficult to go on and believe that it will get better. But trust me, it will. Just keep up with the good work you are doing.  I’m sure that, whatever bad situation you’re going through, you will overcome it and become a stronger and better person. Be strong. You can do it. And if not, I sincerely hope you can recover and heal, someway. Now it’s the time for that.

So here’s to 2024. I wish all the best. Lots of love, health, new friendships, success and great accomplishments, new and exciting experiences to enjoy and learn from and that you can become what you wish to be.

Once again, thank you for being part of my life this year. You honestly helped me to go through everything and made my year better. I love you all and wish you all the best. You deserve it.

@whereisyourpippinnow @rebeccamarinwife @cafeomancer @decomposion @g-chel @amoursdivines @sassylonestar @nieriel-honeybee @feralgodmothers @dennisk12 @christopherleefan @fried-g0ld @lareinecersei @oswaldg @misskittygrimm @thewonderladie @maryoliveoil @imsinenomine @lareinecersei @carousel-bordeaux @agoldenbear @hazel-wood @charmwithasmile @excessively--diverted @jordyheartsfilms @themaskofjupiter @tresvagas @nightconsumeslight @jardines-misticos @melwhere @edithscushing @edithsghosts

…all the anons who sent me messages, and anybody else I might have forgotten.  

GOODBYE 2023, HELLO 2024!

[superstaridolstart]

I feel like I should talk more about the mysterious Pokémorpher that's been a part of my account since the very beginning: Shiftry Mask

Hello Idolstart followers, this is Professor Parasol. My current study is in the Pokémorpher phenomenon, and I'm currently helping oversee the Pokémorph Tag Team Tournament here in Morpho Island.

I'm currently here to share the current info about Shiftry Mask and hopefully answer some questions you might have about this thorn in our side.

It's worth noting that the way that Shiftry Mask acts is very odd, and I want to tell you why. I have also provided a picture for reference.

First off, they like to get into fights with Pokémorphers on Morpho Island by ambushing the target. It has worked every time. When Wally asked why they do this some time ago, they simply put "To become stronger." There also appears to be a pattern in who they target, but we can't exactly what the pattern is, other than youngish. We'll let you know if we figure out this pattern

Next is that they don't speak, we don't know if this muteness is by choice or not, but every time they'd get asked a question, they'd answer by ether using gestures or writing their response down with pencil and paper. Wally has noted that they left a note after their battle with the aforementioned answer.

Then there's the fact that they don't have a fan weapon. That may have sounded silly, at least to me. But every other Shiftry Morpher has had a fan weapon, and according to my assistant, this means something important, but I'm not inclined to believe him just yet, especially if we can't explain why this is of note.

And finally, Shiftry Masks' fighting style appears to be a mix of different eastern and western fighting styles. Although it mainly appears to have influences from fighting styles from the United West Regions (that's where the US regions are) and the Yamato Province. (Where all the JP regions are) We couldn't figure out which fighting styles specifically, but at least we know that the fighting styles they took inspiration from appear to come from these particular region collections.

Now, I want to end this post with results from our q&a attempt for Shiftry Mask. They allowed us 1 question each. It was me and 3 others, so we had 4 questions in total.

My Question: Who gave you your Pokémorph Watch? SMs' answer: I don't want to say

My Assistants' question: When did you get your Watch? SMs' answer: About 7 months after they first appeared in galar

Research partner 1s' question: Where do you live? SMs' answer: In the ocean (We don't know what they mean by this)

Research partner 2s' question: umm... Shoot, I forgot, umm... What's your favorite food? SMs answer: I don't know anymore, Peach mochi, I guess.

After that, they wrote down, "That's all you get. I need to get back to training." and then took off before we could get another word in.

And I guess that's it for now. Once again, this has been Professor Parasol, and if you need clarifications or still have questions, you may ask, and my team and I will answer to the best of my ability.

[funeralcryptid]

Hello, Funeral.

If you are still accepting requests for free readings, I have a couple that I'd greatly appreciate some help with.

Recently a reader told me that I need to focus on learning a karmic lesson that will release me from the rut I keep finding myself in. What is this karmic lesson? Because I truly cannot figure it out. If it is to let go, I already have. If it is to accept, I have. Or so I think.

I am also trying to understand what direction my life is taking. In another reading, I learnt that my purpose is to create. But it did not specify what to create. I am a writer. But there is no ease in aligning with it as my purpose. Is it because of my insecurities? Or is it because it is not meant to be? Some clarity regarding this would be great. What is it that I am supposed to create to align with my true purpose?

Lastly, I am really curious about the forget-me-not readings! If you're still doing that, may I ask about that too?

These are many questions, I understand. Thank you for taking the time to read them even if you do not feel inclined to answer them. Along with the forget-me-nots, I offer you a line from a poem I wrote. It holds a lot of value for me. :)

'In our dreams, we meet and grieve.'

Thank you and good day/night.

Welcome,

As someone who also writes poetry, this offering is of high value. Thank you.

Let's start from the beginning. I see that in the past you might have been a mother or a motherly figure many people relied on. This role called you and you felt you had to fulfill it with earnest devotion, but something stopped you from being able to do so. Something like lack of structure or lack of experience, also lack of confidence, I see you second guessed yourself a lot. You renounced to your power or influence because of this and ended up becoming easily stepped on. As a result, this family (I'm going to call this group of people family) that looked up to you became distraught and unable to strengthen their bond as a family that enjoyed love and protection. Many things were left unaccomplished or unappreciated, including yourself. At the end of this, I see that you had two choices, but became blind to the options as you were caught in the flames of a fire burning with despair and insecurity. This bleeds into your current life still, making you someone who is overwhelmed by options especially those in which your decision weighs heavy.

Your karmic lesson is to learn to become stronger of mind. To learn to identify your will and exert it through reasoning and sharp choices.

So far all the cards I've pulled are reversed, mind you.

How can you close this cycle? I'm afraid the answer won't seem particularly exciting to you, but essentially, you're being told that you have to live life in a more mindful matter, with more consciousness, while also letting it do its things without trying to be the one in control. Let it wash over you and guide you through a bumpy ride where you realize your influence and the importance of your spirit. What matters in this life is following your passion.

I believe you should heed the message I just laid out to you because it was the only upright card.

I will answer your second question, but I will do it without many details, for I only accept one question.

But it did not specify what to create. I am a writer. But there is no ease in aligning with it as my purpose. Is it because of my insecurities? Or is it because it is not meant to be?

You are struggling to align your passion with your purpose because you are hurting inside. You believe you have to make a sacrifice for this when in reality you don't have to. All you have to do is to create what brings you happiness at its core and you will fulfill your purpose.

I am currently not doing the forget-me-not readings.

I hope this was insightful xx

[daisys-reality]

hello daisy

I was wondering to see if you could maybe give me a reading on my shifting journey for me plz

what I want from this reading is some random messages that I need to hear that is super important for my journey that is from both my spirit guides & from my higher self

also maybe ask them to see what I should do on my journey bc I don't really know what to do tbh to finally shift bc so far I havent yet & it's confusing me & kinda frustrating me ngl

just want my 1st shift to happen already man

you can ignore this btw if you don't do readings for other ppl lmfao

Hello @lilshiftingqueen 😊🌸 I don't mind doing personal reading requests, it is just a matter of time for me. And I have some free time right now to do your reading! Remember to just take from the reading what resonates and to leave what doesn't. No matter what I get in this reading, at the end of the day you will always be the one who decides what will happen, okay? So without further ado, let's get right into it...

[ MAIN MESSAGES ]

This is an ending which you’re going through. But instead of leaving you deeply wounded and in pain while embarking on your new journey, you’re meant to recover and regenerate while going through this as well. A situation that has been troubling you is in the process of coming to an end. Afterwards, you will be able to breathe a sigh of relief. Once the challenging times are behind you, you can finally move on and go through this door step and leave everything behind. It’s important to fully let go at this juncture. If you’re carrying any baggage from the past, now is the time to hand it over to your ‘angels’. Do not resist an inevitable end. You may soon be free of your addictions/codependency issues. Learn to laugh at your problems.    

There is something about a relationship. It could be about the relationship of you and your DR s/o (if you have someone) but it feels more like it’s about your relationship with yourself, the universe, your shifting journey (with your DR/CR). There is some imbalance in this relationship, a lack of harmony. This relationship needs to move into a deeper, more meaningful phase. There are two main messages here: 1) Do not give up on a relationship that feels challenging to you; there is still hope! Relationships that don’t feel harmonious at this time will heal, and you should continue to pursue them. 2) Love yourself first before showing it to others, otherwise, you will never realize your self worth. // Usually a  relationship grows closer and stronger as both parties fall in love. This relationship has the potential to deepen into a very powerful and spiritual connection. Mutual respect and understanding needs to exist or needs to be developed. If this is about your relationship with yourself and your personal journey, then fall in love with yourself and develop respect and understanding for yourself. There might also be broken communication with yourself (like ignoring your needs etc.), try to work on this, listen to yourself and your own inner universe. It will be worth it.

Clouds sometimes block out the sun and the light of truth. Certain things are hidden and this lack of clarity causes doubts and confusion, the vagueness creates misunderstandings and mental stress. At this time, you might feel lost. Ask yourself what doubts you have and where in your life are misunderstandings. Think about how you can be more direct (in your approach). Doubts will probably prevail because something is being hidden from you but try to pin down the details and clear your mind (- like for ex. go back to the basics, the most simple approach). It’s time to learn and grow along the journey. Get ready for the next step in your life.

[ ADDITIONAL SHORT MESSAGES & ADVICE ]

++ Meditate, contemplate and re-evalue. Be careful of boredom/lack of interest and disconnectedness. Become aware, choose happiness for yourself and accept it!

++ Follow values that have a traditional or spiritual aspect. Seek stability and commitment instead of breaking laws and taking risks. Stick to your daily spiritual routines and take a ‘tried and tested’ route. Discover who you are and find the spiritual connection to yourself. You are blessed.

++ ❝ This is not 'predictable' . ❞

++ ❝ What will be, will be. - Let life come to you. Most of the time, things turn out just the way they should in the best way possible, without us having to influence them. ❞

++ ❝ Doubts are natural. They won’t stop it. - It will happen even while you have doubts. ❞

++ The Angel Numbers 52 and 25 could hold other useful messages for you. Feel free to check them out as well ! The picture below is from one of the main cards I got for your reading, I felt the need to show it to you too. It's showing your transition, don't you think so too? It will happen, don't worry. 🩷🍀

[plusreaderswhenever]

Hello again!

Could I trouble you for a Bandana Dee + Reader ficlet? (Same as last time, if you already did it, can you point me towards it?)

Thank you so much in advance! (I still love the Magolor fic you wrote!)

Signed, I need more Bandee fluff

I'm sorry for the wait, I lost my phone right after I wrote most of the fic! I just got it back and finished it, here you go!

Off to Castle Dedede you rushed, an important bag slung over your shoulder. The dark clouds overhead and feeling in the air could only mean one thing- soon it was going to rain and drench all the mail you were carrying! When you took the job to become a mail carrier, you didn’t imagine it would be this perilous.

You sped in through the castle door and it was a good thing you didn’t slow down once since the first signs of rain, because it started pouring instantly once you got in. On the downside, you were exhausted from running at top speed for so long.

You set down your bag to catch your breath and laid on your back next to it. Breathing heavily, you let your muscles relax for now.

It must have been a few minutes, because a certain bandana-wearer carefully crept up to you. “Are you okay?” He asked with concern, standing next to your head so that you could turn your face to him and look him in the eyes because he was a tiny boy. To a human at least.

“Yeah,” you didn’t move from your spot on the floor. “Just needed to rest for a bit. I had to run a lot to get here before the rain.”

He nodded sympathetically, then saw the sack next to you. “Is that a mail bag? I didn’t know you were a mail carrier!”

“Yup! Got the job pretty recently, so it’s no wonder you didn’t know.”

“Oh that makes sense!” He waited for a bit. “Why aren’t you getting up?”

Poor guy looked and sounded so worried, you had to respond as quickly as possible! “Oh- uh- don’t worry! I just, uh… didn’t want to get up.” You got up. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay!”

You concentrated for a second on remembering something you forgot. Oh yeah!

“I’ve still gotta deliver this mail. Where do I put it? I don’t know where the Castle Dedede mailbox is.” 

“Well… the mailbox is outside in the rainstorm… so I’ll just take whatever’s for this place and deliver it myself to everyone here who needs it!” You looked outside at said rainstorm. “Well, I can’t let the rest of the mail get wet, so I’ll have to stay here until it passes. I’ll help you do that, then.” Bandee smiled with his eyes. “Thank you for helping! This way!” You picked up your bag and followed him down the halls. 

You were very fast without even trying, is what most people of this universe would say. He was pretty slow to you due to being so small and not having legs, but you had patience. For a while at least. After the first few deliveries, you offered to pick him up and carry him.

He seemed a little surprised at the thought, and you wondered if you had made him uncomfortable. It turns out, he was just excited about being held by you. You lifted him up and held him in one arm. He was impressed by your strength, but though it was true that big things are generally better at lifting than the smaller things that were abundant here on popstar, he was stronger to be honest. 

Not enough to pick YOU up, but enough to lift things that you couldn’t. It was a bit freakish to you considering he was only a little above eight inches tall. (9 or 10 inches maybe? Taller than Kirby) The people of this world had proved to you before that their weight did not correlate with their strength in the same way humans worked. You picked up King Dedede’s hammer once, and were shocked by how you could barely get it off the floor! King dedede also picked you up (with some difficulty) to show off once, but you could raise Dedede about as high as you wanted! He weighed about as much as a cat though, which is the most heavy anyone here has ever been to you other than Adeline. Most of them were like plushies, such as the dee you held now, but Kirby was light as the spring breeze! It was a wonder he didn’t blow away all the time, but you had learned most things didn’t follow the logic you were used to. Such as how that same Kirby could hold you over his head with zero effort. Apparently his power was infinite in all categories. Most people here couldn’t lift you no matter how hard they tried, though.

You were a little bit wimpy for a human to be honest, but you could still easily hold a lot of little guys, so you were happy with the strength you had.

You carried him through the rest of the deliveries for the castle and went back to the room you ran into when you first got indoors, but it was still pouring hard as ever. You wouldn’t be able to leave and deliver anywhere else anytime soon.

You looked down at the brave warrior nestled adorably in your arms. He looked back, knowing the same thing you just realized. You just stood there in silence for a good second, then asked, “Is there anything I can do?”

Bandee thought for a second. “Well, we can race raindrops on the windows.”

“Good idea.” You went to the nearest window with him in your arms and set down your heavy bag of mail, then sat down facing it, holding Bandee so he could see the window and the water on it as well as you could.

“I pick this one!” He exclaimed, putting his paw/nub/fingerless flap for an arm on the window pointing to a raindrop he liked. “That one.” You smiled, putting a finger on the window pointing to another drop that looked promising to you personally.

His drop was bigger than yours at first, but yours absorbed a lot of other droplets and won! You raised your fist into the air. “Woo!” Bandee took the loss like a champ. “Congrats!”

You continued to race raindrops until you saw the rain stop through the glass and you had to continue on your mail route. You said goodbye to Bandee, promised to meet him again sometime, and gave him one last hug before you went. He waved as you left until you were out of sight. A good day!

[call-me-lil-sunshine]

Say hello to this sweet little child!

So, Trouble Maker. Oh my, this story gonna be big. Let's start with her dad. Megatronus, popular gladiator of Cybertron. He fights with rage and always wins, but sometimes he looses some of his parts. Thankfully he can afford repairing himself, sometimes he upgrades himself, and his old parts usually being sold to some fanatics or scientists. That decision wasn't the best he did, but he was to young to see that. When the war started, a group of autobots' scientists run away, hided on a moon, and started their new base there. They were building machines, guns, creating new armory, even biological weapons. They were stealing deceptions' blueprints, following their steps. And one day, one of them decided to create a super soldier. Fem bot called Digit discovered that they actually had the access to Megaton's DNA(or CNA is that what it called on Cybertron?), one of the scientists bought a spare part of Megatron's brain(? Sorry I am not in that cyber things the thing is that part contains his logic and strategy abilities, I believe he decided to upgrade his brain to become even more powerful) wanting to study his unique abilities, but now when autobots have some of Decepticons blueprints, they can make something even better. Shockwave's technology of growing a new organism using part of an old one, and some Megatron's CNA helped Digit to create a soldier, as big and as smart as Megatron, his perfect opponent that could finally kill him... Well, not exactly... She used this technology for the first time, so the end product was a little... defective. Little girl was developing very good, but she opened her eyes way faster that she needed to, started looking around, wondering. Digit couldn't take it, it was a sweet little child, some mom instincts woke up in her, and she freed her sooner that she supposed too. The girl was small, just like a regular Cybertronian child, but she already got a grownup brain, she was smart, but mentally of course still a child. So the moment she escaped the tube, she started running around, looking at everything, touching everything. Scientists weren't ready. Who would think that such a little thing can cause so much destruction? The laboratory was a big mess, so they all collectively decided to call this little one Trouble Maker.

Trouble was growing, she was supposed to be as big and strong as Megarton, but Digit used this inconvenience to make her even stronger. They were teaching little trouble how to shoot, how to fight, how to create a strategy, they were preparing her to kill Megatron, but of course they kept away from her the fact that Megatron was technically her father. Even coded this information in their journal so little smart girl wouldn't accidently find out. It was all going very well, right until one moment. Eventually Decepticons found the secret base.

It happened when Trouble was 8 human years, still very small but already old enough to understand what's going on. They saw the big army of flying transformers approaching. They all knew what's going to happen. They started hiding everything, hiding important files, hiding their inventions. Digit came up to her daughter. She said they are going to play hide and seek, but she needs to hide in a place where nobody could find. Trouble knew that is not true, but what could she do? She hid in a storage with the rusty energon, it wasn't good for consuming, but was perfect for running machines of the laboratory, and it was well hidden, nobody cared for this little storage. And that was a very good thing... She heard shoots, she heard screams, booms, it was a chaos... it didn't last long, all this bots were scientists, not fighters... decepticons started collecting everything they could get, energon, machines, computers, they loaded all of it on one of too starships that was on the moon, they would also take the second one but it was broken. And then they started preparing to fly away. Trouble was sitting in a storage, scared, but dead silent. She couldn't let them find her. She heard heavy footsteps. Two decepticons was coming her way, making sure they took everything. One of them saw the storage. He stopped, and looked inside, and he even gasped happily that he found more enegron, but then he noticed the child. Small, crying, looking at him with her big eyes, thinking she will die right now... "Knockout, you found something?" Second decepticon approached, but first immediately closed the storage door. "I thought I saw energon but it was just a spill." "Shame. Let's go back, nothing left here" And they went away... This decepticon saved her?... Why did he do that? She didn't know... But she will remember his face till the end of her life. Trouble waited for a little bit and decided to finally get out. Everybody was gone. Some energon was spilled on the floor, she knew someone was injured... She managed to see how one of the spaceships is flying away, with all her people inside... She was left and forgotten.

Time started passing by. Trouble needed to find her way out of this abandoned base on the moon. Luckily her grownups left her some hidden things, not everything was taken. She found a computer that she started using to learn how to repair the second spaceship. She was using some old appliances to make herself toys, training her sniper skills, fighting with loneliness. Big problem of hers was the energon. Some of that rotten one was left, and she needed it to live. So she started consuming it, but she also was saving it, eating only the small portions and not every day, she learned to keep energy by sleeping. Of course that impacted the way she was growing, she was supposed to grow up big and strong, but his diet only gave her small and weak body. She lost her ability to express emotions with her face, it just atrophied, and her sound detectors(ears) became very sensitive, but that was absolutely no problem, she was alone anyway. Her skills were becoming better and better, she slowly was repairing her spaceship, only thinking about her mother... wanting to find her, to find all other autobots, and now WANTING to kill Megatron... He was the one who did it to her, and he is going to pay. One day she saw something in the sky, big... circle, she didn't know what was that, but she saw someone up there, building it more and more... And one day she woke up to the big explosion of that circle, and she saw blue color... That was energon. That was transformers. Her people were around here somewhere. She became even more desperate to finish the space ship, she only knew about other autobots by the pictures in her computer, but she knew that they will understand her, and finally, one day, she did it. Her Spaceship was finished. She took all of her things, all the toys, all the energon that left, all the machines, and finally escaped the moon. She flew to the Earth, sending SOS signals to find her people, but little did Truoble Maker know what will happen to her in the future... Yay! Finally! If you've read all the way down here than I am impressed! Thank you! This is not the end, this is only the start, and if you want to know what will happen next, then please tell me that! Also sorry for mistakes if you see them! Love you all <3

[princessmia-tarot]

Hi, how are you? Hopefully life’s been being gentle with you🩷. I seen in your rules, in the question ideas section you said we could get guidance on something on our mind. Recently I’ve been considering going to school to become an esthetician. To learn to do facials, lashes, waxing, and laser hair removal. I know people around me probably won’t agree with this because it’s not a career known for stability or it doesn’t involve me getting a college degree. May I have a reading on if I should pursue this/will I be happy/successful at it? - initials: kg🤎🧸

Hello dear KG,

I hope life has been treating you gently, and I'm honored to assist you with your question. It's wonderful that you're considering becoming an esthetician. Let's dive into the cards to explore this path:

Knight of Wands indicates a strong sense of enthusiasm and drive within you to embark on this journey. Your passion and eagerness could fuel your pursuit of becoming an esthetician. The Knight of Wands reveals your vibrant enthusiasm for embarking on this journey. Your inner fire and eagerness could truly fuel your pursuit of becoming an esthetician.

With the 7 of Wands, it seems that there might be some differing opinions around you regarding this choice. Embrace your gentle strength and stand your ground, even amidst any doubts from others.

Knight of Swords reversed suggests that while you're enthusiastic, it's important to approach this with a balanced and calculated manner. Rash decisions might not be in your best interest. It suggests that while your heart is full of passion, it's wise to approach this journey with a sense of harmony and thoughtful planning. This will ensure a smooth ride ahead.

9 of Cups reversed suggests that there could be some unfulfilled wishes or expectations related to this career path. It's essential to have realistic expectations and understand that success might come with its challenges. It hints at certain unmet expectations or dreams. Remember to create realistic expectations and be gentle with yourself as you work toward achieving your goals.

Ah, the Queen of Wands! She embodies your inner essence beautifully – confident, passionate, and nurturing. Trust these qualities as you follow your path. The Queen of Wands embodies a woman who is confident, passionate, and enthusiastic. This card reflects your inner strength and capability to pursue a career that aligns with your passions.

Ace of Swords reversed could indicate that there might be some mental obstacles or doubts to overcome. It's important to address any fears or uncertainties and seek clarity before moving forward. The reversed Ace of Swords nudges you to clear any mental fog or uncertainties. Your clarity will empower you to overcome challenges and make informed decisions.

4 of Wands reversed and 10 of Wands reversed suggest that while there might be some initial obstacles or burdens, you have the potential to find a harmonious balance and create a path that works for you. Trust yourself to create a supportive routine

The Star reversed suggests that your goals might feel distant or less attainable at the moment, but this is a reminder to stay patient and keep your focus on your aspirations. Remember to cherish every step of your journey.

9 of Swords reversed signifies that any anxiety or worries you have about this path can be managed. Address any concerns you might have and seek support when needed. As you embrace the 9 of Swords reversed, know that any worries or anxieties can be soothed. Lean on your support system and remind yourself that you're stronger than your fears.

In terms of general advice, the cards encourage you to embrace your inner confidence and determination. Pursue what feels right to you, even if it diverges from conventional paths. Trust your intuition and seek guidance from those who support your dreams.

In a larger sense, let your inner grace and confidence guide you. Embrace your unique path, even if it takes you down a less conventional road. Trust your intuition, seek counsel from those who uplift you, and remember that your happiness matters deeply.

Remember, your happiness and success are important, and your journey is uniquely yours. Best of luck as you move forward.

With warm regards and utmost support,

xx

Mia ♥

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From Drab to Fab: How Onion Shampoo Can Bring Life Back to Your Lackluster Hair

Are you tired of lifeless, lackluster hair that refuses to cooperate? Well, we have just the solution for you! Introducing onion shampoo – a revolutionary product that will transform your drab locks into fabulous mane. With its incredible benefits and natural ingredients, this magical elixir is sure to breathe new life into your hair.

Say goodbye to dullness and hello to luscious, vibrant tresses. Get ready to unlock the secret behind onion shampoo's extraordinary powers as we delve deeper into this game-changing haircare hero in today's blog post: "From Drab to Fab: How Onion Shampoo Can Bring Life Back to Your Lackluster Hair."

Onion shampoo is made with real onion extract, which is rich in sulfur. Sulfur is an essential mineral for healthy hair and skin. It helps to improve circulation and promote cell growth. This means that onion shampoo can help to make your hair thicker, stronger, and more lustrous.

Don't worry, the shampoo won't make your hair smell like onions. The scent will dissipate after a few minutes. Once you try it, you'll be hooked! Onion shampoo is also known for its ability to reduce scalp inflammation. It can help to treat dandruff, eczema, and other scalp conditions. Plus, it's an all-natural product that won't damage your hair or dry it out like some commercial shampoos do.

In this article, we'll take a closer look at onion hair shampoo and how it can transform your dull hair into something fabulous. We'll discuss its key ingredients, the benefits of using it, and provide tips on how to use it properly. Read on to learn more about how onion shampoo can bring life back to your lackluster hair!

What is Onion Shampoo?

Hair fall control shampoo is a type of hair care product that is said to be beneficial for people with lackluster hair. The theory behind onion shampoo is that the sulfur in onions can help to improve the condition of the hair and make it appear shinier and healthier. There is some scientific evidence to support this claim, as sulfur is known to be an important mineral for healthy hair growth. However, there is not enough research to definitively say that onion shampoo is effective for everyone. Some people may find that their hair does not respond well to this type of shampoo, so it is important to test it out on a small area of your scalp before using it on your entire head. If you do decide to try onion shampoo, be sure to follow the directions on the packaging carefully in order to avoid any irritation. In general, onion shampoo is an affordable and natural way to potentially improve the condition of the hair. However, it is important to remember that results may vary from person to person.

Benefits of Onion Shampoo for Your Hair

If you're looking for a way to bring some life back to your lackluster hair, onion shampoo may be the answer. Onion shampoo is said to be beneficial for your hair in a number of ways. For one, it can help to break down buildup on the scalp and strands, which can leave your hair looking and feeling oily and heavy. Additionally, onion shampoo can help to stimulate blood flow to the scalp, which can promote hair growth. Onion shampoo is also thought to be helpful in treating dandruff and other scalp conditions. Onion hair shampoo also contains sulfur, which is an essential mineral for healthy hair and scalp. Sulfur helps to nourish the hair follicles and can help to keep them from becoming clogged. Additionally, onion shampoo is thought to help with hair damage due to its high levels of antioxidants. Onion shampoo can help to repair split ends, reduce frizz, and enhance the overall luster and shine of your hair. And finally, onion shampoo has a pleasant scent that many people enjoy.

How to Use Onion Shampoo to Get Maximum Results

When it comes to shampoo, onion is a powerful ingredient that can help to bring life back to lackluster hair. Here are some tips on how to use onion shampoo to get maximum results:

-Start by wetting your hair well with warm water. This will help to open up the cuticles and allow the shampoo to penetrate deep into the hair shaft.

-Apply a generous amount of shampoo to your scalp and massage it in for a few minutes. Be sure to focus on the roots as this is where most of the dirt and oil build-up occurs.

-Rinse your hair thoroughly with warm water. You may need to repeat this step a few times to remove all traces of mama onion shampoo.

-Finish off with a cool rinse of water to help close the cuticles and lock in moisture.

Recipes for DIY Onion Shampoos

If your hair is looking lackluster and in need of a boost, onion shampoo may be the answer! Onion shampoo is said to be beneficial for the hair and scalp, helping to improve circulation and encourage hair growth. Plus, it can help to add shine and body to your locks. Here are some recipes for DIY onion shampoos that you can try at home:

Ingredients: 1 onion, peeled and grated 1 cup water 1/4 cup liquid castile soap 1 tablespoon apple cider vinegar Instructions: 1. Combine all ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth. 2. Pour mixture into a bottle or container with a lid and shake well. 3. To use, wet hair and massage shampoo into scalp. Rinse thoroughly. Repeat as needed.

Ingredients: 1 onion, peeled and grated 1 cup water 1/4 cup baking soda Instructions: 1. Combine all ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth. 2. Pour mixture into a bottle or container with a lid and shake well. 3. To use, wet hair and massage shampoo into scalp. Rinse thoroughly. Repeat as needed

Tips for Choosing the Right Onion Shampoo

When it comes to finding the right shampoo for your hair, onion hair shampoo should be at the top of your list. Here are some tips to help you choose the right onion shampoo:

1. Check the ingredients list: When it comes to choosing an onion shampoo, always check the ingredients list first. Make sure that onions are listed as one of the main ingredients. Additionally, avoid shampoos that contain harsh chemicals or sulfates, as these can strip away natural oils and damage your hair.

2. Consider your hair type: Not all shampoos are created equal, so it's important to consider your hair type when selecting an onion shampoo. If you have dry or damaged hair, look for a formula that contains nourishing ingredients like olive oil or aloe vera. For oily or fine hair, opt for a lighter formula that won't weigh down your locks.

3. Choose a reputable brand: When it comes to finding a high-quality onion shampoo, brand reputation is everything. Do some research and read online reviews before making your final purchase. This will help you narrow down your options and find a product that will work well for your hair type and needs.

Alternatives to Onion Shampoo

There are plenty of alternative shampoos on the market that can give your hair the same benefits as onion shampoo without the strong scent. Argan oil shampoo, for example, is perfect for restoring shine and softness to dull, lifeless hair. Coconut oil shampoo can also help to nourish and hydrate your strands, making them look healthier and more lustrous. If you're concerned about the smell of onion shampoo, look for a product that contains essential oils like lavender or rosemary – these can help to mask any lingering odor. In addition to these options, you may also want to look into using natural homemade shampoos. These can be made with ingredients like apple cider vinegar, baking soda, and honey – all of which have beneficial properties for hair health. Just be sure to follow the instructions on the packaging carefully, as not all natural ingredients are suitable for every type of hair.

Onion hair shampoo is an incredibly effective way to revive dull, lifeless hair and bring it back to life. The combination of the natural ingredients in onion shampoo with its unique properties makes it a great choice for those looking to restore their hair's shine and nourish it from the root up. Whether your hair needs a little extra TLC or you're simply looking for something different from what's on store shelves, give onion shampoo a try today! The benefits of using onion shampoo go well beyond just giving you a shiny, luscious mane. It can also help to prevent and even reverse hair loss, reduce split ends, and provide an extra level of nourishment to the scalp. In addition, onion shampoo is known for its ability to restore the pH balance of your hair, which helps to keep it soft and healthy-looking. And best of all, it's easy on the wallet! With so many advantages, it's no wonder that onion shampoo has become increasingly popular among those looking for a natural way to bring life back to their hair.