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dreaming-of-epiphanies · 23 days ago

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Hihi! I just wanted to say I love ur works i adored Locked Out and I was wondering if u could do a req with Tom Riddle with a partner that matches his freak with any scenario? Thx soso much!

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓼 - part 1

Description: Tom is having some trouble getting his diary Horcrux to talk to him. Thankfully, he has someone who is just as conniving as him to help him out. (Tom Riddle x Reader, established relationship)

A/N: Ahh my first request! Thank you so much for your sweet words- I love knowing people enjoy what I write! I really hope this fic is what you were looking for! :) Also, I wasn't sure whether you wanted fluff or smut so I included just a lil suggestiveness but nothing too terrible (of course, if you wanted more of that I'd be happy to make another part...)

Warnings: some dark themes, suggestiveness

Update: Part 2 is posted!

If there was one thing Tom Riddle prided himself on, it was being unique.

He was the top of the year, the only person who could speak Parseltongue out of the entire student body, and the heir of Salazar Slytherin himself. He figured that not many other people could link themselves to a Founder of Hogwarts, let alone title themselves an heir.

Apart from discovering nearly all of the secret passageways in the castle, he was the only student who had found the Room of Requirement, and was even able to access the Chamber of Secrets, a place no one knew existed for certain – except him.

He was also the only person in the school, or maybe even in the Wizarding world, to pursue power and immortality in the way he had. No one else would have dared to split their soul to make one Horcrux, let alone as many as he planned to!

So yes, Tom Riddle was unique. He was absolutely certain there was no one else that could match him, and he was comfortable with that. In fact, he was pleased with that. He did not want someone else to measure up to him- no one else could, he was sure of that.

That was, until he met you.

It had happened innocently enough. Professor Merrythought had brought up the possibility of writing an extra credit essay in class one day and Tom had jumped at the chance, while the rest of the class groaned and walked away. The essay was on the morality of wielding Dark Magic, so naturally Tom was fascinated. He had stepped forward to inform Merrythought of his intentions to complete it when he noticed he wasn’t alone.

You were standing behind him, patiently waiting for him to finish speaking with the professor. As he left the room, he had paused, ever so slightly, to look back at you. He had never noticed you before. Almost as if you could feel a pair of eyes on you, you turned, meeting his gaze for a split second. Instead of looking threatened, as most did when he gave them that look, you appeared simply curious, if not unfazed. Ever the competitor, he looked away before you could, and stalked out of the classroom.

He was not concerned at first. Why should he be? You were not even a blip on his radar. So you hadn’t seemed scared of him. Maybe you didn’t know who he was. If so, he would have to double his efforts for notoriety. Still, he kept himself mildly aware of you, making sure to at least be somewhat conscious of what you were doing and where you were. A few weeks passed with nothing else about you that intrigued him, so he let his focus switch to more pressing matters, such as continuing to grow his following and plan out his search for the remaining objects he intended to make into Horcruxes.

But you caught his attention again when he spotted you at one of Slughorn’s parties. You were clearly a new member of the Slug Club, and Tom was astounded as to how there’d been an addition to the elite little group without him knowing.

He’d tried to strike up conversation with you during a lull at the party in hopes that would clear up why you’d been invited to join Slughorn’s dinner group and how he hadn’t truly noticed you before. To his dismay and ever-growing curiosity, you still did not seem threatened by him.

This only piqued his interest. He kept an eye on you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again until one day, he stumbled upon you reading a dark and dusty book with a familiar title- Secrets of the Darkest Art.

And that was it. He was completely hooked.

He found himself rapidly becoming obsessed with you and making up excuses to strike up conversation until one day you slammed your book shut, looked him straight in the eye, and said, “If you’re going to continue haunting me I suggest you find a way to make it more enjoyable for the both of us.”

Tom was taken aback. No one had ever dared to talk to him in that way before. That was how he talked to people. He was so caught off guard he demanded the one question that had entered his mind as soon as you said that: “How did you know I was following you around?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a long, almost admonishing look. “Please. How did you not know that I was doing the exact same?”

It did not take long for the two of you to fall into an easy rhythm. He told you of his plans for power, you told him of yours. You seemed eager to help him in his pursuit of making Horcruxes. It was like he had found his kindred spirit.

(And perhaps something more, as your study sessions quickly morphed into sessions of a more… pleasing nature.)

He hadn’t expected to find someone so like him, but he wasn’t complaining. You were useful, and though he would never admit it out loud to anyone but you, his feelings ran much deeper.

༺ ✧ ༻

“You’re going to burn a hole through that if you keep staring at it much longer,” you drawled, feet kicked up on the windowsill and book in hand as you watched Tom glare at the diary on his desk.

“Maybe then I’d be getting somewhere,” he muttered, eyes still fixated on the small black book before him.

“Are you still trying to figure out how to get it to talk to you?” You asked, sliding your bookmark between the pages as you got up and wandered over to where Tom was sitting stiffly, arms crossed and brow furrowed.

“It is not talking, it is communicating, and yes, I am,” Tom corrected you. You rolled your eyes and lazily dropped your hands onto his shoulders, lightly massaging them. He relaxed under your touch, but only just. “It does not seem to be working, though.”

“Have you tried asking nicely?”

Tilting his head upwards, he gave you a sharp look. “I am not about to say please. It is a piece of my soul; it should behave like I want it to.”

You shrugged noncommittally. “Do you think it had something to do with the actual process? Like maybe you encased it in the diary wrong?”

“You know very well I did not do anything wrong. You spent months researching it with me.”

“Yeah, well, doesn’t seem like you did it right, either.”

Now it was Tom’s turn to roll his eyes. “No. It just needs time, but it should hurry up,” he grumbled, tapping the back of his quill restlessly against the page.

“What have you been writing on there anyways?” You asked, perching yourself on his desk. He scribbled something down and then held it up for you to see.

I am Lord Voldemor.

You made a face. “‘Lord Voldemor’?” You repeated distastefully. “I thought I told you ‘Lord Voldemort’ sounded better.”

“I like it without the ‘t’,” Tom said.

“Maybe the diary likes my idea better.” You teased.

“It’s supposed to be pronounced with a silent ‘t’. No one is going to know that otherwise.” Tom protested, earning another eye roll from you.

“So I’ve heard. Anyways, the words just fade with no response?” You clarified. Tom nodded in agreement and then suddenly shut the diary with a snap and got to his feet.

Harshly shoving the chair underneath the desk, he took a few steps back. “I can’t think about this anymore right now, or I will rip that diary to shreds,” he groaned, pressing the backs of his hands against his eyes.

“Do you want to find someone to torture?” You asked kindly. “I heard some fourth years tried to kick Malfoy and Lestrange off of the common room couches.”

“No,” Tom said with his hands still up against his eyes. “I do not necessarily feel like disposing of a body right now.”

You shrugged. “Fair enough. How about you go to the library and check out the books about Dark Magic again? Try the one on soul essences. Maybe it’ll have some information on how to connect with soul fragments once they’re outside of the body,” you suggested, but Tom shook his head.

“I have checked out those books far too much. I do not want to draw suspicion,” he told you, smoothing his hair back from where he’d mussed it up in his frustration. “You do it.”

“Oh please, like I’ve checked them out any less?” You crossed your arms, watching as Tom grabbed his cloak from where it was slung over his bed.

“I wish I hadn’t returned that damned copy of Infernum Anima. It disappeared right after I read it for the first time.” Tom griped as he stalked toward the door. “I can remember it detailing something about uncooperative Horcruxes- like what happens if the soul fragment doesn’t stick properly- but I can’t remember exactly what it said.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Tom was already halfway out the door.

“If you come up with any brilliant solutions, let me know,” he told you. “Otherwise, I’m going for a walk around the grounds to clear my head.” The door shut sharply and you were left in his empty dorm room. Tom stormed out a lot, what with his short temper. It did get quite annoying but you couldn’t really complain; you got mad just as easily.

Sighing in mild frustration, you sat down at his desk and picked up the diary in front of you. It was curiously warm, almost like you were touching his hand or arm. Of course, you supposed that was because it held a part of his soul. You’d read books upon books about Horcruxes to help Tom, and also just because it was fascinating. You didn’t necessarily plan to make any Horcruxes right now, if Tom’s success was any indication. The two of you had pored over books for months, and yet something seemed to still be missing.

Turning the diary over in your hands, you flipped open to a random page and wrote down I am Lord Voldemort.

Half expecting the diary to retort “no you aren’t”- it was a piece of Tom’s soul after all, and he was sarcastic all get out- you were disappointed when the ink faded away with no response.

You drummed your fingers on the smooth leather of its cover. “What are you hiding?” You muttered, tracing some nonsensical doodles onto the page, only to watch them fade before the ink was even dry.

༺ ✧ ༻

The rest of the week passed without any luck from the diary Horcrux. By the end of it, you’d had to restrain Tom from chucking it out the window at least twice and he’d had to talk you out of violently tearing its pages in a fit of impatient anger. On Saturday night, you and Tom were set to go to one of Slughorn’s dinner parties, and had decided a night away from trying to get the diary to talk- sorry, communicate- with you was for the best.

An idea had also occurred to you, that you hadn’t exactly told Tom of yet. Earlier that week, Tom had mentioned Infernum Anima, one of the books that had introduced him to the topic of Horcruxes in the first place, and led him to talk to Slughorn. It had disappeared right after he’d asked Slughorn- something that struck you as suspicious. From what Tom had told you, Slughorn had been… well, less than excited to tell him about the subject.

You’d casually asked the librarian the other day if professors sometimes checked books out of the library, and if so, how you would go about asking them for it to read. The librarian had told you that yes, professors had been known to borrow certain books and that they often kept them among their personal items in the castle- the books were enchanted to prevent them from leaving the grounds- but that it would be quite easy to talk to whichever professor was in possession of the book you needed, and simply-

You’d drowned her out after that. Infernum Anima’s disappearance was conspicuous enough to assume Slughorn had checked out that book in the exact hope that it would not fall into Tom’s hands again. And since the books couldn’t leave the grounds, you’d decided it must be somewhere in Slughorn’s office.

How convenient you were going there tonight!

“On a scale from one to I’d get sent to Azkaban for even bringing this up, how likely do you think it is that Slughorn would talk to me about Horcruxes again?” Tom muttered wryly as you approached Slughorn’s office, your hand on his arm.

“You’d be imprisoned before dessert. Now, don’t worry about that. I have an idea,” you said as you knocked on the door. Tom looked curiously at you.

“And what is this mysterious idea?” He prompted when you failed to explain yourself.

“You’ll see,” you said simply, right before the door swung open and the merry sounds of Slughorn’s party greeted you.

“You have a plan,” Tom murmured in your ear as he helped you out of your cloak, his eyes gleaming. “I should’ve known.”

You turned to face him as he took his cloak off as well, hanging it on the rack next to the door. “I’m surprised you don’t,” you retorted, and then had to stop talking about the subject because Slughorn had just spotted the two of you and was bustling over to gush about the candied pineapples Tom had sent to him.

The party was enjoyable, but it wasn’t until it was nearing the end of the night did you find a moment to slip away. Slughorn was busy entertaining the group with another one of his impressive stories- highly fabricated, you were sure- when he suddenly ran out of scotch.

“Oh dear!” He cried, holding up the empty decanter. “I could’ve sworn this was full just a moment ago!”

Tom shot you a furtive look, which you resolutely ignored.

“Don’t worry, Professor, I can fill that up for you!” You said cheerily, getting off of the plush footstool and walking over to him. Vanishing spells really did come in handy.

Slughorn smiled warmly at you as he handed you the decanter. “Why thank you! The scotch is just in that back room to the left of my desk,” he told you, and without another word you walked briskly off to where he had pointed, trying not to look like you were running.

As soon as the door slid shut, you set the glass bottle down and scanned the walls of the room, looking for anywhere something might be hidden. There were lots more decanters and even some stray potion supplies, but nothing that looked too out of place.

Of course, with Slughorn, that would be exactly his intent.

You surveyed the room, taking note of the empty boxes of candied pineapples, a couple of suit jackets slung over the back of a chair, the piles of ungraded essays in the cabinet-

The essays. The cabinet. You rifled underneath them until you felt the strong and solid cover of a book. You quickly extracted it, and the black and gold cover of Infernum Anima shone in the dim light. It was a massive book, with gilded pages and a heavy trace of dark magic on it.

“There you are,” you murmured, before immediately casting a shrinking spell on it and popping it in your pocket.

After you refilled the decanter and returned it to Slughorn, you told him you had to leave and after he cheerfully waved you off, you bent down to where Tom was sitting in a plush, emerald green armchair by the fire. To the group, it looked like you were simply telling him goodnight.

“Meet me in the Room of Requirement in twenty,” you whispered covertly, before straightening up and walking straight to the exit, the shrunken book bouncing happily in your pocket.

Tom arrived not fifteen minutes later.

“What is it? What did you find?” He demanded as soon as the door swung shut behind him. You were perched proudly on a chair, hiding the book under your robe. Tom shrugged off his cloak and stalked over to you, raising an eyebrow when you didn’t say anything.

“Are you going to make me beg for it?” He asked warily, looking reluctant but just desperate enough to make you believe he’d do it.

“As tempting as that is and knowing how much I like to see you on your knees, no. But I do have one condition before I tell you what I found.” You quipped, your smile growing wider at his exasperated eye roll.

“And what is that?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Lord Voldermort.”

There was a short, disapproving silence before he sighed dramatically. “Fine. Now hurry up before I curse those clothes off of you and make you show me what it is.”

“What a flirt!” You teased, but pulled back your robe to reveal the book. Tom’s eyes widened and he immediately lunged for it, snatching it up and examining it like he didn’t believe it to be real.

“Where did you find this?!”

“Slughorn had stolen it!” You said happily, hopping off the chair and going to stand next to him. “I found it in his back room when I went to fill up the scotch decanter.”

Tom glanced over at you proudly. “I knew you were up to something.”

You shrugged. “Of course I was. You think I’d willingly go to a Slug Club party without there being something in it for me? Or for us?” You corrected yourself.

“We really are so similar,” he mused, still admiring the book.

You let him trace the cover almost lovingly for another moment before tugging on it. “Read it already! And summon the diary.”

Tom spent the next couple of minutes looking for the information he needed while you waited. It didn’t take long for him to find the page, summon the diary, and start scribbling in it.

I am Lord Voldemort.

You both held your breath as the words glistened, then began to fade on the page.

Hello, Lord Voldemort. It appears this worked.

Tom couldn’t help his satisfied hum as he looked up at you. “It worked,” he repeated, echoing the diary.

“It did,” you grinned back, ruffling his hair in the way you knew he hated but still let you do. “You can now talk to a piece of your soul.”

Tom and the diary version of him wrote back and forth for a couple minutes before he shut it and slid it into his pocket, looking incredibly pleased.

“What did the book say to do?” You asked, unable to restrain your curiosity.

“Now, I’m not going to reveal all my secrets,” he said warningly, though he sounded more teasing than anything. You raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest as he slid his arms around your waist. “Besides, I have a much more enjoyable way to celebrate.” He lowered his mouth to yours in a kiss that quickly turned heated, resulting in him having you pressed up against the door.

“Tom,” you panted out through an onslaught of fiery, open-mouthed kisses to your neck.

“Hm?” He murmured, his lips never leaving your skin.

“It’s better as Voldemort, isn’t it?”

He paused for only a split second, before resuming. He didn’t answer until he had you choking out his name and seeing stars form at the edge of your vision. Only then did he whisper, so quiet you almost missed it, “Yes.”

Requested by: @chamolore (thank you!)

Inspo/credit: I feel like I should tag @viperify and @sunder-soul for both of their amazing characterizations of Tom- you both inspire how I write him and I'm so grateful for your writing! I love each and every one of your posts.

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UPDATE (6:19am UTC June 13th, 2025): Part 2 is here!

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sleepingdayaway · 10 months ago

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just read your majoras mask post and i wish i could hug young link so bad😭 I then thought of what would happen if its LU and reader stumbles upon Time, who hasn't seen them since Majoras Mask. The reunion would either be devastating or really cute since hes old and seeing a parental(ish) figure again😭🩷

UR SO BIG BRAIN ANON. FUCK, I CAN NEVER MAKE HIM HAPPY

making a big strong leader be sad and cry for his parental figure fuels me with so much joy

It's a quiet night for the Chain as they all chatted amongst each other while setting up camp for the night. Wild is preparing a a fire, so he could make plans for dinner with Warriors helping him by going through the recipes that he saved on his slate. Wind, Legend and Hyrule are sitting together and speaking about their homes; Wind mostly talking about how he misses his younger sister and his grandma.

Twilight has left to keep an survey the surrounding area. Separate from the group so he could transform into his wolf form without the others knowing. Sky and Four are besides the cook and captain as they had a soft conversation about Sky's sword during his time in the Knight Academy, and when he was forging the Goddess Blade/Master Sword.

Meanwhile Time is sitting a bit farther away; not too far that he couldn't hear them but he's able to have his own space. He’s been feeling heavy these days as it takes a mental toll on him. Attempting to be the voice of reason isn’t easy even though he is in a body that now matches his mind.

Time doesn’t understand the heaviness that he has been feeling as their journey continues; the years long exhaustion seeping into his bones as he watches the rest interact with each other. A small nagging in his skull refuses to allow him a moment of relief. Urging him to get up and not stay idle which causes the older man to let out a sigh.

Which turned out to be a good idea when two sets of footsteps could be heard approaching the camp. Time turned to look at where the noise was approaching which in turned caused the rest of the hero’s to tense up slightly.

If old man Time notices something first, the others will follow suit. Instead of the noise of monsters which most of them can recognize; it was instead the voice of Twilight with a familiar one in tow. Everyone relaxed when they realized it was the Rancher, but were curious on who was he bringing. It was unusual for him to bring a civilian into their camp.

Except as soon as they were in view it made sense. The civilian was roughed up and had scratches and scrapes all over their body as if they had been running away from something. Although they acted as if they were fine, smiling and making exaggerated gestures for Twilight. A slight distraction one as would a parent would to distract a child from something

It seemed to work as Twilight was fully engaged in conversation and only broke out of it when Hyrule reacted first and approached them. They smile at Hyrule and began introducing themselves as the boy checks up on the civilian, upon seeing the injuries on them.

That voice. Time’s ear gave a slight twitch upon hearing them speak, as a sudden coldness enveloped his body. He knows that voice. Holy shit, Time fucking recognized who is speaking to Hyrule and Twilight.

Time needs to step away; as he felt his own body began to tremble at the memories of his past adventures with them. He can’t show weakness in front of the others. If he starts acting up then everyone will become suspicious of them even though they have done no wrong.

Quickly he gets up before approaching Warriors and muttered some excuse about him needing to take a walk. Warriors, who understands that Time had a lot on his plate recently, agreed and reassured that he and Twilight will keep watch over everyone.

In an instant, Time is walking away from the group as he felt someone’s gaze on his back.

The sun is gone by the time he returns to the camp.

Time curses himself for leaving for so long. He wasn’t supposed to be gone for a long time; he merely needed time to recollect his thoughts and get his act together before approaching them again.

The scarred man lets out as sigh once he catches sight of the campfire. His body slowly begins to relax once he spots the rolled out bedrolls that are occupied by the rest of the group.

As he nears closer he counts the ones who a sleeping, noticing that the only one that isn’t asleep is Wild. Said man is by the fire and already staring at the older hero and quietly goes up to him, “Time, you’re back.” He states softly, trying not the wake the others from their sleep.

Time nods and scans the younger man for anything that could be bothering him, “Yes, sorry for being gone until nightfall, it wasn’t my intention I just-“

“Needed to clear your head?” Wild interrupts with a small smile of understanding. In which Time lets out a small sigh before humming in agreement.

“Is everything alright? How was….the civilian that the Ranch hand brought?” He asked.

As if barely remembering about them Wild slightly shuffled on his feet, “They’re fine! It’s just that……”

The Hero of Time raises a brow at him, “Did something happened while I was gone?” He questioned as he placed his hands on his hips.

“No! Nothing bad happened it’s just, they were determined to repay us by keeping watch and letting us all rest,” Wild responds before turning away and looks behind him; Time follows his gaze. Sitting away from them on a log near the edge of camp is them; staring out into the woods and appears to be keeping watch as Wild says.

”Huh….. I would’ve assumed that one of you would be weary of letting a stranger be in charge of your safety.” Wild lets out a slight wince at his words, and a hand comes up behind his neck as he remembers what happened a few hours prior.

“You’re not wrong, in fact the Veteran was the first one to express his distaste at the idea who was then backed up by Wars.”

Wild explains how after the two voiced their opinions and how they’re greatful at the thought, but they didn’t trust them. The civilian nodded in understanding before they began interacting with the rest. Somehow as the sun was begun to set and everyone ate their meals; did they all began to grow tired as their journey from today hit them unusually hard.

Warriors pulled Wild to the side and explained how Time was still out there and how they might need to go search from him, but that was when the Civilian spoke up. Saying how they’re sure that he’ll arrive soon and to soothe their worries they’ll stay up to wait for his return.

Reluctantly, Warriors agreed as his exhaustion doubled before crawling into his bedroll and promptly passing out. Leaving Wild and them awake as Wild fights off sleep; keeping them company as they waited for Time to return.

“I know it’s ridiculous for a group of hero’s to lower their guard to someone unfamiliar, but for some reason…. I feel as if……”

“As if you know them from somewhere?” Said Time gently, now understanding where he was coming from. Wild nodded as he looked down, finally realizing how tired he was.

Time put his hands on Wild’s shoulders and gave them a comforting squeeze, “I’m here now, go rest.” He says softly with a slight tone of appreciation, “Thank you, for waiting Wild.”

The young man nodded before walking limply to his own bedroll and collapsing as well.

He watched Wild fall asleep completely as an attempt to delay the inevitable, but Time knew it was futile and he knew that they would still be waiting. After a few moments passed did he begin to walk over to the edge of camp where they sat.

He sat down next to them without thinking twice, but didn’t look at their face. He had a feeling that string holding himself together would snap if he looked at them.

But it would be broken anyway since they made the first move.

“I’m sorry for leaving without goodbye.”

Time tenses before dropping his face into his hands, letting out a silent sob, in an attempt to hide himself from view.

A gentle hand lands in his hair as it begins to comb through it, and once more he’s pulled back into his memories during his journey through Termina. Of the same hand running through his hair in the aftermath of a battle that took a toll on him.

Losing all strength that is holding himself together; Time collapses on himself and curls up to them. Losing all rationality and just wants to be held by them again as he clings on their clothes.

“It’s okay, I’m here now Link.”

Their voice calls out to Time as their other arm wraps around his back to hold him closer. As he cries to himself as the memories of Termina returns full force, the amount of times he failed the people of the town. The moments where he messed up and had to start over again-

He failed to save that girl’s father.

He failed to reunite Kafei and Anju.

He failed to protect Romani from those monsters.

He failed-

Humming interrupts his train of thought as he opens his eyes in shock. The feeling of a hand rubbing his back and another in his hair brings him back to them, as he leans his head on their chest.

Relaxing into their hold as he listens to their heartbeat and to their humming of a familiar song.

Finally.

Someone else sings for his sorrows to heal.

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jadore-f1 · 17 hours ago

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Hard Launched | LN4 | chapter 1

Synopsis ♡ A series of coincidences lead the world to thinking that you’re dating Lando Norris.

Genre ♡ SMAU, Lando x Fem!reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, may be slightly suggestive in future chapters

Notes ♡ MDNI (no smut but I am a +18 blog), my first smau! i’m having so much fun with this lol so i hope you guys enjoy! 🫶🏾

Face Claim ♡ Kianna Naomi (any other pics are for outfits and general vibes) all credit to pintrest for photos

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LANDO NORRIS & INFLUENCER SPARK ROMANCE RUMORS AFTER NIGHTCLUB SIGHTING

Lando Norris, McLaren’s golden boy is fueling the rumor mill once again. But this time it’s his off-track moves that have everyone buzzing. The 25 year old driver was spotted at an exclusive London nightclub over the weekend, but it’s who he was seen with that has fans putting on their detective hats. None other than Y/N L/N, a 24 year old dancer originally from the United States.

Eyewitnesses say the pair arrived separately and weren’t really seen close together BUT maybe they’re just good at keeping it low-key in the public eye.

The speculation started when Y/N posted a dance cover to a song fans felt was heavily targeted towards their beloved driver. With lyrics like

“Keep drivin’ one hand on the wheel and one inside it Speed into your crib to get me riding”.

The post was soon followed by a youtube video where she can be seen wearing his iconic papaya merch. {link to video}

I mean come on girl, it doesn’t get more obvious than that!

Naturally, social media went into overdrive.

“Why is Lando always at these clubs? Who’s that with him??” wrote one curious fan. “Okay but if Lando and Y/N are a thing… I’m not surviving this season,” tweeted another.

To add fuel to the fire, followers noticed Y/N and Lando both posted very similar Stories the next day, coincidence? F1 Twitter thinks not.

So, are Lando and Y/N just friends who party, or is there a new power couple on the horizon? Only time and perhaps a cheeky soft launch — will tell.

But for now, we’ll be keeping our eyes on the grid... and the guest lists.

Okay sooo thoughts? 👀 no direct interaction between our main couple but trust! it’s coming soon 🙂‍↔️i have so many ideas i just gotta make them make sense you know. gotta figure out how to turn the enemies to lovers because shes sick of him at the moment 😭(deservedly so tbh) Anyways Thanks for reading!! love ya 🫶🏾🫶🏾

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fyodior · 1 year ago

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TIDAL TEMPTATIONS. - chapter i

༄ pairing: merman!fyodor x afab reader

༄ cw: sfw (for now), non-gory descriptions of and treatment of stab wounds to fyodor, very brief mentions of blood. not intended to be medically accurate, treat ur stab wounds as you wish

༄ notes: hello :) welcome to my first multi-chapter fic! this has been a work in progress for some time, and im quite nervous abt posting this first part so be nice pls <3 just as a note, fyodor is referred to exclusively as he/him until reader names him next chapter (he can't speak human language yet) enjoy!

༄ wc: 4k

Since moving to a beachside village after spending your whole life in a landlocked town, your mother had outlined ample, strict rules regarding the sea.

Rule 1: No venturing out past sundown.

This was the rule you broke on an almost nightly basis. Your mother was quite the early riser, meaning she often was out cold before the fireflies had even begun flashing yellow and green. It was far too easy to slip out the back door with a flashlight, barefoot to keep your footsteps silent as possible. There was no feeling more serene than dawdling down the shore, mushy sand between your toes and waves lapping at your ankles as the salty breeze curled around you. It was pitch black save for the bioluminescent creatures that washed up on the shore and the pale glow emanating from your flashlight, and it was comforting. While many feared darkness, you found solace in its embrace.

Rule 2: No swimming past the sandbar.

Also a frequently broken rule. You found it to be far too restrictive, as the sandbar was only a dozen meters from the shore. No fish could be found that shallow, and it was much easier for crabs to nip at you when you were that close to the sandy floor. Being out deeper, where the gentle waves tousled and hugged you, was where you felt the most at home.

Rule 3: No fraternizing with sea beings.

That’s the name that had been put in place for entities that straddled the line of human and creature. Some believed they were even the missing link. Very little was known about sea beings, mostly due to the universal fear of them. They often had unsettling, bone-chilling appearances and never appeared to be overly friendly to humans, so a firm boundary was set. You must never approach a sea being.

All three of these rules were broken the night you met him.

Well, you assumed it was a “him”. He had a flat chest and sharp, masculine features, but he wasn’t human. His human-esque appearance terminated at his hips, where pale, nearly translucent skin tapered into onyx black scales, flowing into a sleek, obscenely long tail. His fluke, also inky black, was reminiscent of a betta fish’s frail fins, flowy with spindly edges, yet fanned strong against the current.

That was all you were able to see of him, at first. You had swam out well past the sandbar one night, flashlight in hand as you dove past the waves, your beam suddenly illuminating his form. He remained very still, head tilting as you made eye contact, as if he was observing you. And he was – he had heard the unmistakable sound of a human swimming, a somewhat ungraceful, clumsy affair, and followed it. Typically, when he sensed humans in the water, he would jet in the other direction – humans didn’t treat him kindly, and he had the scars to prove it. But there was something… different about you. A sweeter scent and a gentler aura. And he was curious - so instead of making a beeline towards his cove when he sensed your presence in the water, he swam closer.

He was immediately enamored by you. You were much softer and merciful, and he didn’t sense a single bad intention. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t uneasy. The only interactions he’d ever had with humans were traumatic, and other than appearances, he had no way of knowing you were any different. Claws bared, fangs ready, and tail already swishing, he was prepared for fight or flight – though he remained, just watching you. And you the same. It was drilled into your head, the second you spotted a sea being, swim as fast as possible towards the shore and never look back. There were a handful of reports of villagers being attacked by sea beings and barely making it out alive, and one case of a child who didn’t. Their presence was not to be taken lightly.

Yet, for some reason, both of you just… watched.

Watched and waited for the other to make a move - to attack. He thought it was surely any second until you unveiled a spear from behind your back to impale him, and you were just waiting to be torn to shreds by those claws. But nothing ever happened. You held his gaze and he held yours, studying the other.

Just as fascinated as you were by him, he was utterly fascinated by you. He had never gotten this close to a human before, not by his own volition anyway, and he had never truly seen one this plainly. It was easy to tell that you looked similar to him from the top up, but the bottom down was a completely different story. Where he was used to fish tails, scales, and fins, you wore two fleshy, stick-like protrusions that only bent in two places. No wonder humans were so terrible at swimming. He briefly wondered if there was anything between them.

It wasn’t long before you ran out of air and had to break the surface, but when you dove back down, he was gone. You felt a slight sense of relief that he hadn’t been staking you out as prey, but also a pang of sorrow as you realized you’d likely never see him again. What you didn’t know is that he hadn’t gone far, just hid behind a formation of rocks as he watched you dejectedly swim back to the shore. It was a foreign experience – he’d never seen a human… disappointed about escaping from him.

As you snuck back into bed and drifted off that night, you found yourself gilled and fanged, finding home amongst the waves.

You didn’t see him for a while after that. Despite you returning to the same spot from that fateful night every day, marked by an especially large horseshoe crab shell, he was never there. It became part of your daily routine to venture to that spot, a backpack full of books, snacks, and water, and lay out on a towel as the sun drifted through the sky.

It was never quite clear to you what you were waiting for, though. What would you even do if he reappeared? You couldn’t converse, neither of you could go to the other’s homes, what was to be gained from seeing him again? You never quite answered that question – all you knew was that you just had to see him again. At least one more time.

Things started to look bleak as days turned into weeks. Your mother wasn’t happy with you spending nearly every waking second on the beach. She could never find out why either, as she’d likely ban you from stepping foot on the sand ever again. And you even had started to think that maybe you had dreamt it – no way you just happened to run into a breathtakingly beautiful merman-type sea being who didn’t try to attack you. That just didn’t happen.

This… creature, you just couldn’t get him out of your head. He had found his way onto almost every page of your sketchbook, finding new life in graphite, pastels, and watercolors. The inky black tail swirled long and curled on itself on the page, as you occasionally took creative liberties on his appearance.

Stories of him and your sure-to-happen future rendezvouses began popping up in your diary too - and not just him as a sea creature. You waxed poetic about what he might look like as a full-fledged human, with legs and without fangs. He’d surely be kind and gentlemanly, charming and funny with a deep voice and proper human language. He’d be well spoken and smart, and everything you’d ever dreamed of.

If he ever showed up again. And it wasn’t looking like he would. Until he did.

On a night where you hadn’t even been on the lookout for him, were just dragging your feet through wet sand and shells when you spotted a dark form curled up on the shore. The moon was but a sliver barely cutting through dense clouds, compromising your vision, but something convinced you to jog that way anyway.

And it was him. The tide that lapped at the sand jostled his barely conscious body, threatening to pull him back out towards the darkness. You gasped as you ran and fell to your knees next to him, immediately recognizing the onyx tail with the delicate fins and opalescent skin. Except this time his back was riddled with what appeared to be stab wounds – they were likely a few hours old, no longer gushing blood, but still deep, unhealed gashes that needed to be treated.

“Are- are you okay?” you stupidly asked – as if he was conscious or human enough to answer that question.

When he didn’t respond, you shifted to sit with your legs crossed and pulled his head into your lap, brushing his salt-crusted hair out of his eyes. His large eyes fluttered open at the stimulus, a glowing violet gaze shifting to meet yours.

“Hi,” you whispered, laughing lightly. “I had wanted us to meet again, but not like this.” You had assumed he didn’t understand human language, but the way he only stared at you blankly confirmed this belief.

Anxiety and panic started to bubble up inside you as you absorbed the situation but did your best to ignore it. Swift, calm action needed to be taken if he was to be saved. You shifted your gaze to better assess his injuries and counted five different gashes where he had clearly been stabbed with some sort of weapon – it certainly wasn’t something that had happened naturally. The shape of the wounds was reminiscent of those a fishing harpoon would create, and your face fell as you pieced together what likely happened. Existing in his own territory, he probably swam too close to a fishing boat and spooked the fishermen, prompting them to overreact and attack the harmless creature.

You brought a careful finger to trace along the edges of the wounds, making him jump and hiss, thrashing in your hold as he groaned.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you gasped, your hands immediately flying away. “I’m gonna, um…” you thought for a second. You knew you had medicine and gauze back home, but he was just going to have to go right back in the water, right? It surely was better than nothing…

You slowly started to wiggle out of his grip. “I’m gonna be right back, okay? I need to get supplies to make you better,” you explained slowly, gesturing towards his wounds. He only cocked his head and furrowed his brows. Fuck. He wasn’t going to understand a word you said.

With a grimace, you gently held his head in your hands as you scooted away, slowly laying it back down on the sand. You stood to head back to your house, but the creature suddenly began groaning and crying out, reaching a shaky arm towards you. He was clearly distressed over you abandoning him.

“Hey, hey! I’ll be right back, I swear,” you soothed, crouching down next to him, and gripping his hand. It killed you to have to leave him like this, terrified you might return to either find him dead or washed back out to sea, but you couldn’t just do nothing at all.

You wracked your brain trying to think of a way to communicate to him that you’d be back when words weren’t an option. Grabbing your backpack, you anxiously rummaged through it for some semblance of an idea, all the while he moaned and groaned in pain. Some sort of keepsake you could somehow communicate had value, almost like collateral. Something to say, this is special, proof I’ll be back. As fate would have it, you had decided to do a deep clean of your bag that morning, so you were coming up pretty dry.

The only thing you could think of was an old copy of your favorite book you always carried on you, Crime and Punishment. Mother always teased you for a depressing, old Russian novel being your comfort book, but you never let it phase you. Pulling it out of your backpack, you stared at the old, tattered cover with the faded title, and hoped to god he could make sense of it – that you were trusting him with something that meant a lot to you. There wasn’t much else you could do.

You tucked it under his arm splayed out on the sand, making sure he noticed what you were doing. Petting his hair, you looked him deep in the eyes as you enunciated one more time: I’ll be right back.

Panic coursed through your veins as you clambered to your feet and ran back to your house. The light of your flashlight was nearly useless as you trembled with fear, tripping over shells and driftwood to the point where your feet were probably going to need some treatment too.

The next hurdle in your way as you reached your house was remaining quiet enough so as not to wake your mother – there was no way to explain your way out of frantically searching for medical supplies to run back out with in the middle of the night. When you weren’t even supposed to be out in the first place.

To minimize the amount of time you even had to be away, you just threw anything you could find in the cabinets into your bag, hoping it would be sufficient enough. Though you stopped in front of the mirror as you passed it, staring at your sweaty and distressed appearance, and took a second to wonder what the hell you were doing. Going out of your way to save a potentially homicidal sea being? Those stabbings may have been damn well deserved. He could somehow be manipulating your kindness for… something. You couldn’t even think of what.

You decided it wasn’t even worth fretting about – you had to get your book back anyway.

The trip back to your anxiously awaiting patient felt a million times longer than the trip home, with every step of your bloody feet reminding you that there may be no one – nothing – to come back to. The sea was a place of peace, but cruel and unforgiving. Your prayers were answered as your flashlight once again illuminated his crumpled body, barely conscious but still clinging on to your (soaking wet and likely ruined) book.

A relieved smile illuminated your face as you fell to his side once again, partially burying the flashlight into the sand so it stood upright to act as a lamp.

“You’re – still here,” you smiled, taking a deep breath. You almost said you’re okay, but that wasn’t quite true, yet.

His clawed hand trembled as it reached out for you, the stretch of his fingers revealing the black webbing in between them. You grasped it back tightly and intertwined your fingers together, squeezing. “I’m here, okay?” He offered you the tiniest smile, but immediately dropped it, the miniscule energy it required taking a toll on his wasting body.

The first thing you did was unfurl a massive, striped beach towel you found shoved in the back of a linen closet onto the sand before hooking your elbows under his underarms and dragging him onto it. It was nearly impossible, his entire body essentially dead weight at that point, but you wanted to get him off the dirty sand – and this was the closest thing you could get to a sterile field.

Dumping the contents of your bag onto the towel next to him, you parsed through it trying to figure out some sort of plan of action. You tried to keep the panic at bay as the thought that none of this was sufficient for anything worse than a superficial cut nagged at you. It was this or nothing.

The first thing mother always told you to do for wounds: clean it. A wave of dread washed over you as you pulled out the bottle of rubbing alcohol, your eyes flitting from it to the gaping wounds in his back. The way he looked at you with terrified, leaky eyes, aware that his entire life was in your hands right then, shattered your heart. You almost wished he was unconscious.

Grabbing a washcloth, he watched as you soaked it with rubbing alcohol, his nose scrunching at the offensive smell. Touching his cheek, you tried to smile as he met your eyes. “This is gonna hurt really – really – bad,” you grimaced. He just stared at you, emotionless, until the rag touched the first wound.

As soon as the liquid came into contact with the broken skin, he let out a horrific, inhuman screech that had you dropping the washcloth to cover your ears. His claws tore ragged holes in the towel as he gripped it, panting and writhing in pain. You couldn’t help but cry too. “I’m so, so sorry,” you continually repeated, abandoning the cloth to lay down next to him. Tears streamed down his face and soaked the towel underneath him, barely even acknowledging the way you wiped them away with trembling fingers.

Despite how much you preferred to just lie with him under the glow of the moon and the melody of the waves, you knew what had to be done. Death was worse than temporary pain – there had to be part of him somewhere that understood that. You hoped it would be better now that he was expecting it.

Slowly sitting back up, you grabbed the rag once more and wrung it out to reduce it to only the minimum amount of antiseptic required, and tried to ignore the way he quivered and shook his head. I’m sorry felt like a shitty spell as you chanted it over and over again, though the screeches became easier to tune out as they rang on. You were surprised his vocal cords didn’t fry.

After what felt like an eternity for both of you, you had finally managed to clean out the wounds and remove some of the dried blood that clung to his skin. The towel was torn to shreds and the veins in his eyes were blown with how much he had been thrashing and sobbing. But the worst of it was over now.

“We’re almost done,” you soothed as you gently applied the triple-antibiotic cream you knew was only meant for minor cuts to the gaping stab wounds. Once they were packed with gauze, you sat back with a huff to survey your handiwork. Sloppy and a bit haphazard but… better than nothing. And having the wounds covered seemed to have helped him calm down a little bit. One last thing crossed your mind though – how could you potentially make the dressings waterproof?

Your eyes flitted over to a slew of seaweed on the shore that reflected the moonlight and figured you might as well try. With some gentle and minorly excruciating maneuvering, you managed to wrap a few thick strands of seaweed around his torso to maybe keep the dressings in place, and protect them from water immediately seeping in.

Falling back onto the towel that was mostly just threads at that point, you sighed. Thoughts of what the fuck am I doing? carved their way into every square inch of your skull. Why am I playing doctor for… whatever he- it is? Why do I care?

The sun began to peak up over the horizon, signaling that it was likely around 5 AM at that point. A groan left your lips as you realized you were going to have to leave soon if you wanted to make it home before Mother awoke, but then remembered you had company. Turning your head, you inspected his body. This was your first time seeing him on land in the approaching daylight.

He only watched you as you observed him. He was… mesmerizing. Flowing from the nape of his neck to both of his wrists, swirls of smoky black pigmentation decorated his skin, while both of his hands and claws were solid black. His – admittedly stunning – face was mostly human-like, save for his slightly larger, glowing violet eyes with slits for pupils. And you had found out he had fangs when he kept hissing in pain. His hair was jet black and flowed just past his shoulders, flecked with salt and sand, that obscured the dark gills on either side of his neck. With only the pitiful light of dawn, you couldn’t make out much of his inky tail, only that it was quite long, and lined with multiple flowing side fins that resembled the fluke.

The waterproof digital watch on your wrist began to beep erratically, making the poor creature jump in fear. Shit. The morning alarm your mother had punched into it.

“I have to leave, I’m so sorry.”

Seemingly starting to recognize the sounds of leave and sorry, his already sad expression wilted even more.

“I’ll be back, okay?” you nodded, enunciating each word clearly. “And you probably need to get back in the water, so you don’t dry out.”

The elongated amount of time outside of the water seemed to have made his tail shrivel slightly, the pointed scales more prominent than they were before. Or maybe that was just the sun rising. Either way, you were at least somewhat certain he needed to be rehydrated.

Standing up on your feet, you dusted off some of the sand that now clung to every inch of you and crossed your arms. The tip of your tongue poked out of your lips slightly as you tried to conjure up a plan of how to get him back in the water. Considering the fact that he wasn’t just pure dead weight anymore, it couldn’t be too bad. But the fresh stab wounds were the main barrier here.

“Alright. We’re getting you back in,” you announced, as if you had some position of authority. He just cocked his head and flared his gills.

With time running out, you decided the best bet was just to use the towel to drag his body the couple of meters back towards the water, and rely on the tide to hopefully aid in easing him back in. It was a deliberate choice to ignore his snarls and light thrashing, clearly not thrilled with the idea.

“Stop fighting me, dumbass,” you grunted. Finally, the tide rose high enough to envelop him, allowing him to indignantly flick his tail at you before swimming away.

The trip back to your house was spent fuming as you wondered why the stupid creature was being so damn ungrateful. As if you hadn’t spent hours saving his life. Whatever. Maybe you could give him a piece of your mind when you went to check up on him later that day. What you didn’t understand was that his unwillingness to allow you to leave stemmed from the fact that he couldn’t quite grasp why you were leaving him. What you were leaving him for. And it hurt. He had always been a loner, even amongst his own kind, and you were the only being to ever show him pure kindness. Why would you leave? And would you ever be back?

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lovelyzzzz777 · 2 months ago

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AstroRevelations Vol. XIX – The Moon That Moves You 🌙✨

(How your Progressed Moon reveals your inner evolution and emotional maturity)

The Progressed Moon moves slowly, taking about two and a half years to travel through each sign. It marks a deep evolution in our emotional landscape, shifting our instincts, reactions, and emotional needs. As it advances, it reshapes how we nurture ourselves, how we seek emotional security, and how we connect with others on an intuitive level. This journey is an unfolding path of emotional growth, from the rawness of our birth chart Moon to the maturity we encounter with each step forward.

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The Progressed Moon Through The Signs: Aries Progressed Moon

The Progressed Moon in Aries stirs a new, fiery need for independence. Your emotional responses become more instinctive and impulsive, seeking quick action rather than reflection. This period demands self-assertion, a reawakening of passion and vitality. It’s a time to embrace your courage and step out of comfort zones, but also a phase where patience may be tested. You might crave excitement and be more impatient with emotional stagnation. Healing comes from embracing personal initiative and learning to act before hesitation takes hold.

Taurus Progressed Moon

Emotions during the Taurus Progressed Moon become steady, grounded, and deeply linked to a desire for comfort and security. This transit urges you to seek emotional stability through material and sensory experiences. There’s a need to find peace, enjoy life’s pleasures, and build a solid foundation. Healing comes from self-care, the embrace of quiet routines, and connecting to nature or art. This phase can encourage you to value long-term security over short-lived thrills, cultivating patience and emotional resilience.

Gemini Progressed Moon

In Gemini, your emotional world becomes more curious, intellectual, and mentally driven. You may feel a stronger urge to communicate, share ideas, and engage in lively exchanges. Emotions can fluctuate quickly, as your mind searches for stimulation and understanding. Healing comes from embracing flexibility, allowing your emotions to flow through learning and interaction. At the same time, it’s important to watch out for emotional restlessness or overthinking. This period can encourage the expansion of emotional expression, particularly through words and social bonds.

Cancer Progressed Moon

When the Progressed Moon moves through Cancer, the emotional need for nurturing, home, and family becomes more pronounced. You may find yourself seeking comfort in familiar places or revisiting past memories. This is a time for healing deep emotional wounds, especially those related to childhood, family, or personal security. Emotions feel heightened, and it’s important to honor your need for emotional safety. During this phase, self-care and introspection are key, as you become more attuned to your emotional well-being. Healing may require embracing vulnerability and rediscovering emotional roots.

Leo Progressed Moon

The Progressed Moon in Leo invites you to express your emotions with creativity, confidence, and flair. You may feel a stronger pull toward personal recognition, joy, and fun. Your emotional needs center on feeling valued and appreciated, and there’s a natural inclination toward self-expression. This period encourages you to embrace your authentic self, take pride in your emotional experiences, and be generous in your affections. Healing comes from confidently stepping into your own light and releasing any fears of not being good enough. Embrace your inner child and allow your emotions to be playful.

Virgo Progressed Moon

As the Progressed Moon enters Virgo, emotional fulfillment comes from organization, service, and practical efforts. You may feel an increased need to help others or improve your daily routines. During this period, emotional expression may feel more reserved or analytical, as you seek to make sense of your feelings and put them into action. Healing arises from embracing self-care through organization and structure, but also recognizing that emotional perfectionism can create unnecessary stress. It’s a time to nurture yourself by making space for simplicity and order in your life.

Libra Progressed Moon

When the Progressed Moon is in Libra, your emotional world becomes more focused on harmony, balance, and relationships. You seek emotional fulfillment through partnership, beauty, and peace. You may feel a stronger desire to collaborate and create harmony with others, but you may also be more sensitive to disharmony. Healing comes from finding balance between your emotional needs and those of others. Cultivating fairness, diplomacy, and empathy in your relationships will help you achieve emotional healing. During this phase, personal growth may come through connecting with others.

Scorpio Progressed Moon

Emotions during the Scorpio Progressed Moon are intense, transformative, and deeply rooted in the need for emotional depth and truth. This phase may require confronting hidden or repressed emotions, as you dig deep to understand your emotional complexities. Healing during this phase is profound, as you learn to release old emotional baggage and embrace change. Intimate connections become vital, and your emotional responses can be more passionate and all-consuming. Be cautious not to become overly possessive or controlling, as this can block emotional progress.

Sagittarius Progressed Moon

With the Progressed Moon in Sagittarius, your emotional world becomes expansive, optimistic, and adventurous. You may find yourself seeking emotional fulfillment through exploration, knowledge, and freedom. There’s a need to seek truth, broaden your horizons, and engage in a constant search for meaning. Healing during this time comes through learning, travel, and embracing a more open, philosophical approach to emotions. However, be mindful of emotional restlessness or avoidance, as you may find yourself wanting to escape difficult feelings rather than face them head-on.

Capricorn Progressed Moon

The Progressed Moon in Capricorn shifts your emotional needs toward structure, responsibility, and long-term goals. You may find yourself seeking emotional security through achievements, career, and the building of a solid foundation. During this phase, emotional growth often comes through embracing maturity, discipline, and personal responsibility. Healing arises from releasing emotional barriers and fears related to success and failure. You may need to let go of any emotional rigidity or fears of vulnerability to allow for deeper emotional connection.

Aquarius Progressed Moon

When the Progressed Moon moves through Aquarius, your emotions become more detached, intellectual, and unconventional. You may feel a stronger pull toward individuality, freedom, and breaking from tradition. Emotional fulfillment comes from embracing new ideas, social causes, and forward-thinking ideals. Healing during this phase comes from embracing your uniqueness and finding emotional support in group settings or causes you believe in. However, be mindful of becoming too emotionally detached or distant—connecting with others in a more personal way will help you heal.

Pisces Progressed Moon

The Progressed Moon in Pisces brings heightened sensitivity, intuition, and emotional empathy. You may feel more in tune with your emotions and the emotions of others during this time. There’s a need for emotional escape, creative expression, and a deep connection to your spirituality. Healing comes through compassion, self-reflection, and letting go of any emotional boundaries that have limited you in the past. This is a time to embrace emotional fluidity and trust your intuition, but avoid getting lost in emotional overwhelm or escapism.

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2isted-chocol8-art · 4 months ago

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question about time buddies cus im curious: 1) are they dating in the comics you make? they kiss and cuddle and be cute, but like are they together together? and 2) how did they get together, if so? like how did they confess? or did it just happen? basically im asking what are ur headcannons for how they start smooching? i lovelovelove all the time buds art youve made and the thought just came up that, well, theyve gotta start kissing somehow yknow?

Ohhh this is gonna be a very fun ask to answer where I'll pour a bunch of headcanons, so buckle up!!

I haven't yet settled on how I picture hearthian relationships, but I know that I want to make them kinda fluid. That is, relationships aren't strictly divided in platonic and romantic, it's normal and accepted to have crushes in friends, or to make out and sleep with people without romantic feelings involved. Each hearthian has their own preferences too, and since their population is quite small, there isn't a set standard. Some people choose to be exclusive, others don't. Some have many romantic experiences, others have none. For some, romance and sex are linked, while for others it is not. And since everyone is different in this regard there are not societal expectations on this, you can kinda go and try whatever works for you.

For hatchy, they are still figuring themself out and they were experimenting before the loop. They don't fully distinguish between romantic and platonic affection yet, the line is kinda blurred for them (for now, anyways). Meanwhile, while Gabbro does make that distinction and they've have a few previous crushes, they're pretty open to making out with friends without the need for romantic feelings. Gabbro usually puts the focus on the other person's preferences, in that sense.

And so, are they dating? Honestly you can interpret them as you like, and I encourage people to see them as dating if they want, or not if they don't want to. You can even see them as strictly friends in some drawings and as dating in others, I don't really want you guys to follow my 'canon', in that sense.

For me personally though, I think that since they're in a time loop, they don't really bother with defining their relationship. They're the only conscious ones in the loop, they like to spend time together, they sometimes make out, but they arent technically dating, that label doesn't really make sense in the loop, right? From outside, I'd say it's close to a friends with benefits situation.

I also like to think that, in my post-loop comics, this relationship would start to get more defined with time, mostly because they're living back into a society and it kinda forces them to think about what they want regarding each other. I haven't thought much about the details, but I feel that although their dinamic doesn't change much compared to what they had in the loops, they do start having some 'dating' dynamics (they set limits regarding phisical affection with others, manage jelaousy situations, expect to spend more time together, etc,).

And in regards to your second question, how did they get together? I think that they become friends only after the loops starts (they never really hung out before) and they gradually become closer. Then, after the touch starvation and isolation starts becoming unbearable, they start smooching and making out mostly as a consequence of that absence, an attempt to search for that connection. This obviously makes it all the more intense and they end up kind of attached to the hip for a time (codependency my beloved). But again it's all kinda casual and very gradual, there is not a set moment where everything starts and they don't bother defining it either. It's mostly a matter of 'hey, this feels nice, let's keep doing it".

If I'm being honest I picture this starting as in "Next Time" or "Got Weird", thise fics perfectly capture the essence of how I think anything would start between these two in-loop sksksk.

And I think that's all? Thank you so much for this ask, it was a blast talking about all of this! I have a lot of headcanons for these two, and although I encourage you all to interpret my drawings as you like, I love talking about all of this!

#outer wilds #time buddies #hatchling #gabbro

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caitlynkirammansrifle · 3 months ago

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hi!! curious question but what are ur favorite caitvi fanfics written by other authors? been wanting to know if there are any good ones I haven’t seen yet 🥰

also, if you haven’t read it yet I recommend The Sea For Your Embrace! It’s the only caitvi pirate AU i’ve read so far but it’s soooo good: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63102706

really looking forward to the pirate AU and ur updates for Low Lays the Devil & Tethered! ❤️ big fan of ur work :)

Hi!! I'm so happy to you like my stories!! Thank you so much! ❤️❤️❤️

For CaitVi, and fanfiction in general, I haven't read that much lately, if I'm being honest. It's not because I don't want to, but because 90% of my free time I have has been dedicated to writing the fics I'm currently working on that there's just not enough spare time I have to read. I used to read way more, but I honestly fell out of fandom life in general a few years ago prior to Arcane, so I just haven't engaged much with fanfiction or tumblr for a bit. Only these two fucking characters could pull me back onto this gremlin house of a website 😂

I shall add this pirate AU to my TBR bookmarks! Thank you for the rec😁

Maybe if I lose steam/inspiration for writing, I can take some time to read more fics, but for now, I'm riding this wild ride of 3 months straight of inspiration until I hit a wall, which hopefully never comes 🤞🏻🤞🏻

Below are the CaitVi fics that I've remembered bookmarked on AO3 (I'm honesty terrible at remembering to do that), it's just a shorter list than I'd like, unfortunately.

I Would Bring You the Stars and the Moon by @gutterwitchao3 obviously this is a must read for anyone in the fandom. So. Fucking. Good.

The Space Between Us by @runephoenix6769 criminally underrated fic and I really would love to check out their other CaitVi fics when I have time.

Is it casual now by @atomicjellyb3an love the kind of post-canon/canon divergence traumatized miscommunication story.

i don't want you like a best friend by an excellent one shot (ohwhatirony) no tumblr link that I could find, so here is their ao3 works link. I am a sucker for a good fic with pining!

Every Moment in Repose by GimmeTheFeels (no tumblr link that I can find, so here is their bluesky). This one is only semi-selfish because they based it Emir from my fic "Heart Made of Glass, My Mind of Stone" but it's really so good if you liked that character and the attention to detail is wonderful!!

That's all I have for right now. I'll definitely take recommendations!❤️💙

#caitvi #arcane fanfic #caitlyn kiramman #vi arcane #caitvi fanfic #cait x vi #violyn #vi x cait #vi x caitlyn #caitlyn x vi #piltover's finest #fanfic rec

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flibbertigibbety-jibber-jabber · 6 days ago

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okay so i’m very curious about graysteds parents bc there’s obviously something that happened that lead him into the GDA

ALSO i want to know more about like eve, william (if he’s included in this au, which im assuming he is?) and amber in this au like what’s graysteds relationship with them and stuff

oughhh i love ur au so much its so awesome

THANK YOU!! Sorry for taking too long I kept being Busy then Very Overinvested <//3

Honestly these would probably be better off as two separate posts? And would be a little easier to do them that way lol,,, I’ll do Mark’s parents (AKA the Grayson Incident) first cos I have that outlined the clearest, (+ tag you and link the posts when I get to the others ^_^) This kinda fell into a rambly story on accident but idk how else to explain… I can do stories better than this trust 🙏🙏🙏

Nothing’s truly different about Nolan or Debbie—it’s all in Mark himself.

Mark is clumsy, and gets tired quick, hurt more, dizzy and nauseous, is weak. The doctors say he’s fine, just different, and Debbie scowls at the ones who call him dramatic. She tells him she’ll love him no matter what, with or without his problems, that they’ll figure something out so he can be happy. Nolan… sometimes makes Mark feel weak. He doesn’t say it, but he feels like he disappoints him.

Mark is 7 years old when Nolan tells Mark about his heritage as a Viltrumite. Mark is excited, both to have powers and an answer. Maybe he’s different because he’s part alien, and when his powers come in it’ll all go away! There’s an undertone of expectation that makes him nervous, but he’ll live up to it. He’s sure of it.

I guess the moment the timeline diverges the most is when he trips over himself and loses the baseball game three years later.

About a month after the game, there was a half-day at school. William’s mom dropped him off at his house, where the front door had been left unlocked. Mark didn’t see or hear anything at first, just an empty, still house. He heard a thud, and when he came around the corner to investigate… well. He found Debbie’s bloody body and an open back door.

The GDA appeared not a minute later, taking them both back to the Pentagon with them—mostly because Mark wouldn’t let go of Debbie, still crying and sobbing, but then also because Cecil told them to. When they have to separate them to operate on her, do what they can to see if she’ll make it, he throws a fit but relents to sitting on the floor outside her room, still crying.

Cecil had to make a decision, one that both the fate of a 9-year-old boy and their entire planet rested on: What the hell do we do with Mark?

They don’t even know anything about Viltrumites other than data collected on Nolan from a distance, the “story” they told him, and that nobody—and no group—on the fucking planet could fight one and win. When Mark gets his powers, he’ll take up the mantle for strongest superpowered person on the planet, no matter how old he is. He couldn’t go to a normal family. Being raised outside was a risk, every little factor twisting their fate.

Cecil didn’t know. So, he found Mark, hoping to find an answer there and fast, because Debbie’s outlook was bleak and Nolan wasn’t in the solar system anymore. Pretty soon this kid would have nobody. Mark was still sitting against the door, clothes bloody and tear-soaked, staring at his shoes and sniffling. Cecil sat down on the chairs across from him, and before Cecil could say anything, Mark looked up at him and asked him if they’d found the bad guy yet.

Mark believed his father’s story. He believed that Viltrumites were altruistic saviors, and that his father was a white knight here to protect Earth. The one time he’d seen Mark before this—a complete accident—the thing he remembered the most was his starry eyed ambition, full of naïve trust and awe, so curious about everything involving superhero-ing and hanging onto every vague answer given as Cecil waited for Nolan to show up. So sure that, some day, he was going to save the world.

Cecil could work with that.

Debbie flat-lined after a few hours. Mark was taken in, brought to a room they used when people needed to stay overnight by Donald, who broke the news to him. He told him they were going to keep him safe from the attacker, and train him to be the best hero he could be.

Mark believed him.

#i am SO fucking sorry i was busy then kept getting sidetracked and WAY too absorbed crafting More Lore. RAAGUGHH #and if this is vague……… Hhehehhehee…………#I LOVE GATEKEEPING LORE AND BEING OMINOUS!!!!!!!!!#ignore the botched ending and fucked up house layout idgaf rn #If anyone seems OOC remember this is a Level 999 Global Crisis Event. fucking Hydrogen Bomb Baby. One wrong move and we’re all FUCKED #graysted invincible au #❇️#mark graysted invincible #mark graysted gda au #nolan grayson gda au #debbie grayson gda au #invincible #invincible au #invincible variant #my asks #mine #cecil stedman gda au #the grayson incident #graysted lore #adding “gda au” onto their names so if doesnt hit main tags #idk how many hours i spent tryna organize my words dawg im losing it 💔💔💔#they should invent a way to express lore in brain coherantly that doesnt take one million hours to get out

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sweagen · 2 years ago

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God wouldn't have made Gay People if being Gay was a sin. Therefore, being Gay is not a sin. edit : nvm being gay is a sin but mainly in the same way that human nature is often sinful... but also men having s*x with each other is sin and s*x outside of marriage is still sin prob........ need more research sorry for anyone who was misled. also stop worry so much about being gay tho cuz the New Testament is more focused on gay s*x/gay behaviour as notably sinful rather than 'being gay'!!!! and tbh the gay behaviour thing was more culture-bound than anything else... it's ok to be a lil effeminate in 2023... (which Paul cautioned against as a minor sin in the year 53 AD...) more if ur interested (this link popped up when I googled it and seems like a good read ) Also I'm kind of like a fake gay but I will fight for your rights and acceptance with all of my heart!!!!!!! Thank u for participating in this Blazed post and thank you to @escapecolorado and everyone else for discussing it with me!!!!

edit 2: souls might have gender so it might not be gay if it's a male soul with a female soul even if they have gay biology but im still developing this theory but just adding it in here for anyone curious

#lets start with this #i am prepared to follow this thru to its logical conclusion and any implicit assumptions i may have #i need to figure out where my thinking is going wrong and i need other people's assistance #gay #tumblr #awawa

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psilliguykai · 4 months ago

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i admit i havent listened to much of will wood other than a handful of songs, but im still curious abt ur wwww au:3 here r some questions!!

so like are they all kinda the embodiment of different albums? or is this kind of cccc but with ww covers instead?

and do the 4 have songs that are entirely "theirs"/their pov/embody them kinda like the heart acoustic for heart or be born for mind(if that makes sense)? plus what songs would they be i need to listen to more will wood and ponder cccc lmao

also is there a juno incident equivalent??:0 and are they still stuck in a loop?

Yayayayayay !! Thank you for asking :D this got Way Too Long so answers are under the cut :,))

To the first question: both! They’re still 3 guys trying to kind of. operate/Be one guy [William!] and this is basically CCCC but with Will Wood’s songs But each member of HMSW is also Sorta the embodiment of their respective albums. Like they still do the things original HMSW do but their personalities and actions are also based on their albums. I hope this makes sense but lemme know if more clarification would help !!

“Will they get songs that are entirely “theirs”?” yes!! I’d say they’ll probably end up having Roughly the same number of shared and solo songs. Possibly even more exclusively from each member’s perspective? Details are gonna be somewhat worked out as I go along but short answer is Yes :3

short answer to“what songs would they be” is also kind of Yes sorry 😭 there will be at least 27 [probably more??? Depends on how long my motivation lasts :,]] tracks. TNA, ICIMI, EIAL and SELF-iSH will each get at least 3 [almost certainly more] songs featured in the album since each character gets a sorta “solo” like in CCCC, and each character primarily sings from their respective album :)) I also wanna include some “bonus” tracks using unreleased/unofficial songs, poems, etc. so if you’re asking what to listen to uhhh all of it? I’m so sorry 😭 I Will be including a link to the YT version of each song as written covers are posted though so realistically you really don’t have to worry about it until each part of the au comes out. If you want particular WW song recommendations though feel free to shoot me a dm! I’ve got uhhh a couple [<- understatement]

“Is there a Juno incident equivalent?” I’ve been thinking it this a lot but also not enough lmao- this answer might become outdated as I add a little more depth/details to the story but at the moment: probably and I wish I could tell you about it so bad but I haven’t fleshed it out well enough yet :,)

uhhh here as an apology for being an utter Fool extra lore drop !! Cotard has a halo with the like . “Cut here” pattern from the SELF-iSH album cover and can pull the scissors out from it as an equivalent to the OG Soul’s trident . They’re magical. Sorta. This will be better illustrated in the ref sheets lol-

And as for the last question: yes! I think some details are outlined in the master doc but this is the 2012th loop [William splits and recombines fairly regularly and quickly. Or he used to - his split periods have gotten longer over time and the loop WWWW takes place over is longer than any of his past ones] . [3/3/25 edit: that previous part is now outdated!! The loop number and lengths are now ambiguous as the whole “2012th loop” thing just never really sat right with me sorryyyy] Soul remembers everything [or as much as his brain will naturally retain]. H/M get “reset�� every time they combine and split again but physical changes stay and they sometimes get memories in dreams or senses of Deja vu etc. Whole doesn’t really. Experience the loops [the literal time loop is sorta contained within Marybell so only HMS experience it as an actual Loop] but he does experience mental health cycles based on HMS’s repeated actions.

Sorry this got so long but tysm for asking about this!!! I super appreciate it :DD and hey to everyone else. My ask box is still open if you. Wanna ask about the AU. You know you want to ooohhh you wanna ask about wwww soooo bad … [/silly . But I mean if you are interested-]

Anyways uhh yeah thank you Jaggy !! ^^

#soup incident #wwww au #William’s Wanton Weary Wiles #chonny jash #cccc #cj mind #cj heart #cj soul #chonny jash au #cccc au #oof I hope this is coherent 😭 please let me know if I fucked up any of the typing or if stuff is unclear !!

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crowroboros · 9 months ago

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ur the person i know who's good at understanding abstract concepts and weird timelines and shit. can you explain what's fucking going on with Echo and Arches??

Alright sure.

This Post Will Contain Spoilers for Echo and Arches

Right so first thing to establish is that with Echo, no route is more canon than the others. There isn't a "true ending". In fact, that's actually a big part needed to understand certain aspects of Echo and Arches: There isn't one single timeline, but many branching timelines covering many different possibilities.

The most apparent example of this are the various routes: Carl's Route; Leo's Route; Jenna's Route; TJ's Route; and Flynn's Route. But the Good and Bad endings that some routes have are also examples of this.

Each route in Echo corresponds to a route in Route 65 as well. Jenna in her Echo route mentions that Chase first came out to her before anyone else, but Flynn says the same in his route. Other little details—such as who Chase considers his best friend—also vary between routes but do line up with what happens between Chase and that specific character in Route 65. Specifically, whoever Chase first confides in about his sexuality and the situation he finds himself in at the beginning of Route 65 will be the same character he goes after during the prologue of Echo after the big fight that kicks off the story.

So what we have with the Echo Universe is something akin to a tree: Several "branches" splitting off from each other linking back to the "trunk". This applies to Arches as well.

We of course have the Arches VN, but Cameron and Devon both appear in the epilogue of several routes in Echo: Flynn's and TJ's where they take center stage, and Leo where they're mentioned (as a "bear and coyote") when Chase visits Leo two years after the Hysteria, but not named.

It can be assumed that Cameron and Devon make their way to Echo in the other timelines as well, but what must be noted is that Arches VN and the routes we play through in Echo are in different timelines. Details in every route contradict what happens in and before Arches VN. Things like: Cameron and Devon meeting up with Chase to give a tour of Echo; Duke being killed during the Hysteria; Brian being killed during the Hysteria, the Hysteria in TJ's route happening in 2017; Cameron and Devon visiting Echo in 2017 in Leo's Route all contradict the events of Arches VN, but a version of Arches VN still takes place in each of those timelines.

Going further, as you know there isn't any choices that the player makes during Arches that changes what happens. That's because the timeline split in Arches is written into the story. At the end of Arches when Cameron, Devon, and Brian are in the mines together, Brian has a shotgun pointed at Cameron's head. Two timelines branch off from this point: One where Brain shoots and kills Cameron, who then possesses Devon and leads to the events of the short story Vessels four years later; and the timeline we play the rest of Arches through, where Cameron (who just saw a vision of the other timeline) pushes the shotgun away mere moments before Brian can pull the trigger and narrowly misses being killed.

So all in all, the timeline looks like this:

(I apologize for how this looks. I had to do it on my phone rather than my laptop so it isn't as good looking as my Zelda timelines, which you can check out here if you're curious)

The Echo short stories that take place from January 2010 through October 2014 happen the same in each one of these timelines from what we can tell. There's no evidence to suggest that the short story Runaway in the Flynn Route Timeline is any different from the Runaway in the Leo Route Timeline for example. Same goes for Benefits.

To end things off, these timelines aren't completely separate. As briefly mentioned earlier, it is possible to peer into one timeline from another if someone has any psychic or supernatural abilities. Cameron Wilson is one such person. During the epilogue of Arches, he peers into the timeline in which he died several times, even briefly communicating with that version of Devon and Cameron (who, again, is possessing Devon). In Vessels we get the other side of this: Devon and Cameron—who are reliving their college memories in a psychic/dream plane within Devon's psyche—are confronted by Cameron from the timeline in which Cameron survives. Though this seems to only be a mental thing, as Cameron isn't physically there but his mind and consciousness is.

The Socket Man is another example of someone not bound to one specific timeline. Despite only being created in the Flynn Route Timeline, The Socket Man appears throughout the VN: He kills Duke in Leo's Route; he appears several times in Jenna's Route; he appears in Arches just to stare at Arturo; and even appears before the route split and in timelines that we never play through otherwise.

So...that's pretty much all there is to it. I hope this cleared up how Echo and Arches and the Echoverse timeline as a whole operates. Or at least, I hope you have a better understanding of it.

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zeestarfishalien · 1 year ago

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My Graveyard Song Ch. 14

(Totally got distracted and forgot to post this to tumblr. It's been up on ao3 for a few days now)

[Masterpost]

Jason looked at the two empty bowls and one empty plate of food Danny had polished off and promptly decides to take him to Rosa Lee’s Diner. They always serve extra large portions of food that stands up to even Alfred’s high standards.

As he urges Spooky into one of the jackets left by his siblings, he shoots a text off to Cass.

[BCC plz 4 Spooky u wel 2 IOU 1 🏠🍝 ur chc]

By the time Cass gets there, Danny is starting on his third plate. Mind you, she got here in under half an hour and Danny is not in fact a speedster, but at the rate Danny is going, Bruce is certainly going to think someone fed a speedster.

Jason is really not sure where all this food is going. By all rights, his spooky friend should be on the verge of exploding from eating more than his body weight in food.

Even the waitstaff are watching this little meta-looking kid down pounds and pounds of food.

Cass passes Jason an unmarked black credit card and sits next to him in order to better watch Danny scarf down his waffles.

Five minutes later when their waiter swings by, Jason orders a platter of beignets and Danny orders Rosa Lee’s own personal special, a breakfast that comes with four slices of ham, a mountain of cheesy scrambled eggs, two pancakes, four breakfast sausage links, two biscuits, and an apple turnover.

At this point, the waiter doesn’t even blink, just asks if he’d like anything to add or substitute.

He asks for 3 extra pancakes.

By the time he's halfway through his stack of pancakes -the last thing left of his Rosa Lee Special- it dawns on Jason, that maybe Danny shouldn't be eating this much when he hasn't eaten regular human food in a long time.

But then again, what does he know? The world is a great big mysterious place and you cannot treat every humanoid looking being by the limitations of humans.

Danny is watching him now, an openly curious look on his face. There's a question in the air between them, even Cass picks up on it.

Carefully slow, Danny sets down his fork and finishes chewing the bite in his mouth.

"You're worried," he croaks, tapping his index finger on the table to emphasize his words.

He pauses, distracted, and looks down at his hand, repeating the motion of tapping his finger on the table while studying it closely. Jason almost breaks into laughter when Danny’s head tilts in an oddly animal like fashion.

If he needed any other proof that Spooky the dog is Danny the spirit sitting before him, this would do it.

His glowing eyes flick back up to Jason.

"Amused," he rasps out barely above a whisper. There's still that unspoken question in the air.

It finally clicks. The emotions Danny is naming are Jason’s. The question he wants to know is 'why'.

"I wasn't sure if you could get sick from overeating. Humans need to ease back into eating normal amounts but you're not human so I don't know what standard to hold you to."

Danny nods absently, his finger tap tap tapping away on the table.

"Hard to say," he says finally. His voice still sounds like gravel, not unlike Cass' own voice.

"Ecto fills in gaps. A temporary fix. Rebuilding with the right stuff now." He gestures vaguely to the empty plates stacked on their table. "Ecto is fast. I'm probably fine."

"Sorry," Jason half mumbles. "I just worry."

All movement from Danny freezes, like someone pressed pause on the TV. His eyes go wide in realization and alarm.

"Jazz..."

Jason blinks and then it hits him with the speed and force of a freight train.

"Oh shit! Jazz!" He scrambles for his phone. "Do you remember anything else about her that might help?!"

~•~

Bill would like everyone to know that he works very hard to be a good hench person.

He's not dumb. Now he may not be book smart like half the big baddies in Gotham, but he's not dumb.

He would have died long ago if that were the case. He's worked for the Red Hood for a couple years now —it's one of the best decisions he's ever made; the guy knows how to treat his hench people. What more can Bill say?— and he's avoided asking questions just like with all his hench jobs before this.

But he'd really like to ask one now that he's stuck watching years worth of security footage...

What even constitutes suspicious activity in a cemetery?

Now most people would automatically say, graverobbing, but Big Red is a Gotham native. In Gotham, no one is buried with their valuables, not unless your grave is in a super secret spot. Gothamites can smell money and anytime there's a possibility of it, people will dig up the grave in question.

Hell, the cops don't even stop for it anymore, they just keep on rollin' even if it's happening right before their eyes.

Point is, graverobbing can't be the suspicious behavior he's supposed to look for, but Bill really isn't sure what exactly does quantify as suspicious behavior to Big Red.

Everything here has been run of the mill, graverobbing, teen/young adult vandalism, or drug deals.

Yes, he considers goth teens/young adults having sex in a cemetery as vandalism too. Vandalism on his eyes, if nothing else.

He hits pause on a big white van and rubs his eyes tiredly. Perhaps it's time to call it a night. He's losing focus, getting caught up in his own thoughts.

His hand hovers over the mouse about to drag it over to close out of the program when his brain catches up to what his eyes are seeing.

The van, big, white, armored...

Now that IS unusual. Black or gray vans are the favored colors in Gotham and anyone, who knows anything about Gotham, knows that you NEVER armor up a suspicious color and type of vehicle. Not if you don't want the cops and vigilantes breaking down your door.

He can just make out two people in bright colors inside the van. They're grainy but not grainy enough for Bill to doubt the color of their outfits.

It's too bright for any regular gothamite. The only people in this city who dress like that are the big shot villains and their cronies.

The two disappear into the cemetery, out of sight of the camera with tools in hand. He scans forward a few hours (less time than he expected honestly) and slows back to normal speed just in time to watch them unload what seems to be some sort of coffin, except it's metal with glowing lines and patterns on it.

He pauses the video again and with elbows resting upon the desk he presses clasped hands against his mouth to muffle his sigh.

Well, if that doesn't constitute suspicious activity then Bill will hand in a letter of resignation and go flip burgers.

Well...time to let the boss know.

Yall thought I made up the part where Bill the Henchman comes in, but I definitely, absolutely had this planned from the beginning. [Lying]

Okay, gonna be honest, I may have had a plan for Bill, but it either was lost in the shuffle or there never actually was a plan for scenes with Bill. Considering I can only sometimes keep my dream memories from mixing with my awake memories, any hope of recovering any potential memories is nigh on impossible.

HOWEVER

I can always make new plans. AND I HAVE! So yes, we have Bill now and I'm going to pretend like this was planned all along.

Oh yeah! So Jason’s text at the beginning says: Black credit card please, for Spooky. You are welcome too. I owe you one homemade meal, your choice.

Also can you imagine being a vigilante? Bc you have at least 10 very important things you have to juggle on just an average Tuesday. This is not including sudden family disasters like a family member getting trapped in a burning building and having to go save them, plus more wild revelations about your funky supernatural roomie. So like, cut a guy some slack, I know I'd be floundering some days. Attempting to prioritize must really be a bitch some days. Just...oof...

#my graveyard song #dpxdc #dcxdp #church grim danny #black dog danny au #jason is doing his best okay?#and look! he delegates things!!!

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