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puppetmaster13u · 2 days
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Prompt 257
Now Danny loves space. He loves everything about it, to the point his core quite literally is space. And he’s also a baby ghost, even if he could argue he’s not in human form. But see, being baby has an honestly great consequence once it’s noticed- despite the Observants’ best attempts at hiding it, the assholes. 
Of course he would be far more worried- and even a bit pissed- if his caretaker wasn’t who it was. Look, he’d never met Clockwork’s siblings before, but apparently everyone was really against Clockwork himself adopting. 
But Clockwork as his uncle is fine. Besides, his caretaker is Space! Space itself is holding him, cooing gentle words in the sounds of the very cosmos. And they’re huge, like parts of their body going through portals so they can fit outside Long-Now sized big- and apparently Clockwork can get just as big and they can get even bigger- 
Okay, he needs to take a breath- even if he doesn’t need to breathe- to stop his squealing because holy Realms this is so cool. 
Space is awesome! And he’s getting so much more rest than he did in Amity- and even if Space sort of shrugged at the idea of school at first, they did help him set up online schooling. So there’s that, and it’s just the start! 
He gets to learn so much about space and it’s honestly kind of… nice? To be taken care of? And he can do whatever he needs for his Core and Obsession with only a few interruptions to take care of his living needs. Erm, sort of living needs? 
But even that gets turned into a bit of play or even a lesson too! He’s honestly having such a good time right now! He’s learning so much about spaaace! And dimensions! And interdimensional portals and- oops! No one saw that. 
Ahem- But he’s learning so much about space and getting to explore other dimensions with Cosmos! And sure he no longer looks as human as he once did and all that, but he’s seen so many people who also don’t look human that does it really matter? 
Of course it doesn’t, and he matches his sort-of-dad! Even though the streaks of color in their hair are more of a brown-red like they’re literally bleeding out the cosmos around them instead of it fading to void and space like his own. But still! They match and it’s fun! 
And they’re going to go on another trip from the in-between to one of the dimension realities! He’s going to start a game of tag this time he thinks! But no cheating with portals or bending space! Tag! 
Look, the Justice League? Not paid enough for this. In fact, technically not paid at all due to being volunteers (not that it stopped them from finding money in their accounts) but still. 
There is some sort of figure… being… thing… zooming around the asteroid belt, about the size of Earth itself. Let them repeat themselves. A planet-sized creature (are those hands or paws? Tail or simply its body stretching? Hair or the Abyss-) is currently darting around the asteroid belt like a child running through grass. 
That is, without noticing or caring if something bug-sized might be crushed. And they are very much bug sized, as the governments are concerned about. Like really concerned about. Like talking about trying to nuke the entity if it wanders closer sort of concerned. 
Which they are all very concerned and very much like, against. Because it isn’t seeming to notice the asteroids it’s knocking into their area. It’s like… not a space whale or eel or anything like that but also is something like that. 
And they would also maybe like to see if they can attempt to talk it down first maybe and-
oh. 
Oh. 
That creature is the baby. And mama just arrived, stretching across the entire galaxy, from them to Pluto and beyond, like something took the cosmos and shaped it like clay into some sort of form. Like reality itself has wandered into their galaxy with what they are suddenly realizing must be a very young child. 
Shit, they really have to make sure no one tries to piss either of these things off-
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dumplingsjinson · 3 days
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List of responses to “aw, you’re so shy” 
“I’m not shy, I just don’t like you.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“…Only cause you make me shy.”
“And you love it when I’m like this, don’t you?” 
“Well, I’m afraid that opinion’s going to change once you get to know me.”
“Just because I don’t talk to you doesn’t mean I’m shy.”
“I’m really not that shy once you actually get to know me. Unfortunately, you will never have the privilege of that.” 
“Oh, sweetie, I’m afraid you don’t know me very well then.” 
“You just haven’t met my other personality.”
“Yeah, because you haven’t levelled up enough to unlock the real and very brazen me. And at this point, I don’t know if you will.”
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villainousauthor · 2 days
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Villain hums thoughtfully as they circle around Hero, who's currently staring off, looking despondent.
"They should have come to rescue you by now." Villain speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, their eyes burning into Hero.
"They should have...I thought they would have by now." Hero looks to the ground, trying to fight the burning in their throat, the sting of their unshed tears.
It's been weeks since Hero was taken, and so far, their team hasn't even attempted to come for them. Hero kept telling themself it was only a matter of time, but the more the endless days and nights at Villain's hideaway blur together, the more they realize the truth. Help is not coming.
Villain lets out a noise of frustration and stalks towards Hero again.
"They should have by now! Where is your team? They're your allies, are they not?" Villain rakes a hand through their own hair, looking to Hero for an answer.
All Hero can manage in response is a half-hearted shrug. Villain's frown deepens, brows draw down into an expression of irritation.
Noticing Villain's anger, Hero looks up at them defiantly, trying to fight the urge to cry still yet.
"If keeping me here this long really bothers you, you can just let me go. I don't need you rubbing it in that my team isn't coming." They try to make their words as biting as possible, but they can't help the wobble in their voice.
Villain lifts a brow, surprised by Hero's words. "I'm not upset with you, and I'm certainly not complaining about keeping you to myself," their words were smooth and deadly, tone dropping as they spoke, "But your team? I have half the mind to tear them apart right about now."
Sauntering forward, they use their arms to back Hero in against the chair, leaning closer. "I'm furious at them for abandoning you to my devices. If I was any other villain, or if I was any less fond of you, do they even know what would have become of you by now? They don't care about your fate at all."
Lip trembling, Hero can feel the tears they fought against so much finally beginning to run at Villain's words. Sniffling, they try to hide their face, hide their weakness as their shoulders shake. They've been abandoned. The thought threatens to suffocate them as they try and hold back sobs.
"Oh love," Villain's voice was a soft coo now, spoken closer to their ear. A strong but gentle hand goes to Hero's wrist, prying their hand away from their face. Villain's face is inches away from them now, meeting their tearful eyes, looking at them with an emotion they can't place.
Villain brings a finger up, wiping a tear from their cheek. "Don't cry, love. You're safe here. I'll take good care of you since your hero friends evidently can't." They softly murmured and pressed even closer.
"But-" Hero tried to speak but was quickly cut off by a finger to their lips.
"Shhh...don't worry about it. I'll make sure they pay for the pain they caused you," Villain runs a thumb across their lower lip, fingers caressing their jaw. They tilt Hero's chin up gently, not letting them look away or hide their crying. They lean in close, kissing a tear away softly. Hero tries to turn away yet again and feels Villain's hand tighten ever so slightly, but they lean back, voice still gentle as they speak again.
"In the meantime, we'll make sure you're comfortable. You'll be staying with me for a while."
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celestialwrites · 1 day
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jealousy dialogue + prompts ˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
@celestialwrites for more!
♡ “why don’t you just go back to her?!” “who?”
♡ “if you want (character) gone just say so!”
♡ character A talking with an old friend while character B just sits and watches. [little did they know, the old friend was talking about how lucky A is to have B.]
♡ “i never took you for the jealous type.” “i. am. not. jealous.”
♡ “maybe i didn’t like the way (character) looked at you!”
♡ “aw, darling, are you jealous?”
♡ character A being oblivious to a random person flirting but character B swoops in to ‘save’ character A from a bad flirt when in reality they were just jealous.
♡ “you’re jealous of (character)? hun, you could do so much better.”
♡ “i saw the way he looked at you!”
♡ character A gets jealous over their old fling who they swore they hated. [chaos ensues]
♡ “why do you look like you’re about to stab me? you’re not jealous, are you?”
♡ “why are you so insecure about this?” “i don’t want to be used again!”
♡ “what’s the matter with you?” “i don’t like the way (character A) looks at (character B)”
REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS<3
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ghost-bxrd · 1 day
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PROMPT.
WARNING: Suicide attempt.
Been on a 'Theatre Kid Jason back from the dead, goes on gaslight mode for revenge' fic binge. Especially loved your version of that.
Only, the thing is... this is Gotham. Mindgames have a way of going really really wrong, especially when it comes to dealing with a bunch of should-have-been-in-therapy-last-decade folks like our Bats.
Jason targets Dick, first. Maybe Bruce is away on a Justice League mission or something.
Starts calling him from burnerphones, appearing randomly as a (fake)blood and dirt coated walking corpse, etc. Intending to reduce Dick to a mess.
Only, Dick has been on some mission with a supernatural touch. Maybe something to do with restless spirits. He doesn't think Jason is a hallucination, he believes it is his dead brother back for revenge.
To make matters worse, Dick gets unknowingly exposed to a bit of Fear Toxin somehow - and actually begins hallucinating Jason's broken corpse talking to him. He doesn't think to check his blood for toxin, because he checked the first couple of times Jason turned up. So he figures this is real too.
But this being fear toxin, Hallucination!Jason is way horribler than the real one. Keeps telling Dick, that it was his fault, all his fault. Tells him that life for a life is fair, that he should kill himself if he is actually sorry about letting Jason die.
And Dick, messed up from the toxin and convinced this is really his little brother...tries just that.
Real!Jason, on his usual gaslighting trip, turns up to find Dick unconscious and bleeding out, having slit his wrists according to Hallucination!Jason's command.
Jason naturally panics, forgets all about the plan and the being dead part, and ends up rushing into the Batcave with Dick's unconscious body in his arms, screaming for Alfred and scaring Tim half out of his wits.
Leaving this here :)
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astrangersummer · 2 days
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The prompts are in!
There were so many excellent suggestions, that I couldn't bear to pick, so I had a randomizer pick for me! Thank you to everyone that sent in suggestions, and if you don't see yours, I'm sorry. I could only take 36 out of the 114 sent in.
Each calendar will also be posted during its individual month alongside a post each week for that week's prompt(s) as well.
Again, thank you for your submission and happy creating!
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youneedsomeprompts · 14 hours
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~ IN A VOID ~ FORESHADOWING DEPRESSION PROMPTS
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requested by: @crochet-cafe request: How can I foreshadow or hint that my character has severe depression? I want to make the reveal a big deal when it happens and catch readers off guard
Feel free to use and reblog!
having other characters associate the person's mood with their character traits ("they're always grumpy")
masking their depression really well but being absolutely drained and a lot worse as soon as they're alone
appearing as a 'neutral' person, when their neutral mood actually indicates the emptiness they feel inside
their growing passivity makes them fade into the background
the more excited other people get the more downcast the person becomes (they get perceived as a killjoy)
they don't accept invitations anymore
they always say they're busy but can't answer the question what exactly they're doing
they show no emotional reaction in a fight
everyone says about the person that they have such a hard shell
they usually have been very caring and sensitive to everyone around them but suddenly they seem like they couldn't care less
for more inspiration/how to help: ~ SHOWING SUPPORT FOR SOMEONE WITH DEPRESSION ~ WRITING PROMPTS
note: If you or someone you know feels that way and really needs help, please seek professional help <3
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“I’m not ill!”
“Yes you are, you’re burning up.”
“I’m not burning up! Look, I’m cold, I’m shivering! How can I be burning up if I’m shivering?”
“…”
“Alright, maybe I’m ill.”
Bonus points if whumpee is speaking all garbled and frantic because of the fever.
we love a stubborn, disoriented whumpee
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promptlyprompting · 2 days
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“Are you this annoying in every timeline?”
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beatleskinkmeme · 3 days
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AU where gay marriage is legal in France so John and Paul get married while they’re there in 1961. Fast forward a bunch of year years, the Beatles are breaking up, John and Paul are romantically breaking up and trying to start their lives with their new women, and then this happens:
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puppetmaster13u · 21 hours
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Prompt 258
Halfas are like selkies. Or more like they’re similar to many animal spouses of myths and legends, trapped in (mostly) human forms should they lose their cloak. 
That at least, Vlad warned Danny about within the first time of realizing what the other was. It’s a line neither will cross- not even the timeline where Dan came into being. An unspoken acknowledgement of not crossing such a boundary no matter what happened. 
Even after his parents’ deaths. After Jazz’s near-death and coma. 
It’s not exactly something Danny thinks of, really, especially not that he’s now survived highschool and practically moved across the country. Not to mention the fact he has Ellie and Jordan to care for. But it definitely comes to mind the moment Dan- only five at the moment- screams for him. And he’s not going to let anything happen to his kids
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dumplingsjinson · 2 days
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List of “meet uglies” prompts
“You spilled coffee on my pristine white shirt I JUST bought yesterday!”
“So you were the one who used the toilet before me—”
“Ouch, my fucking ass— Why in the shit did you drop me on the fucking floor? You had a very good grip on me just then!” “I’m sorry, I was startled! And I didn’t really mean to catch you in the first place, it was on instinct—” “Keep talking and you’ll dig yourself six feet underground.” 
“Uh… Why are you in my seat?”
“You nearly set my house on fire, you fucking future criminal!” 
“My dog!” “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to step on its tail—”
Character A accidentally guffawing when Character B trips in front of them and face plants on the floor. 
“Hey neighbour, I’ve never met you before but your dog shat all over my lawn.”
Character B getting into Character A’s car, thinking it’s their friend’s because the model of the car is the exact same as their friend’s, only to realise they made a mistake the moment they turn their head to look at Character A.
Character B gently slapping Character A on the back of their head as a form of greeting, thinking it’s their friend,  only to receive the deadliest glare from someone who’s definitely not their friend. 
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villainousauthor · 19 hours
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Hero had the two criminals cornered in the alleyway. Surrounded on three sides by large towering brick walls, there was nowhere to run.
"I got you now, nowhere to escape." Hero gloated with a grin and watched as they cowered further. Usually, criminals and the like weren't intimidated by Hero, and they had to work hard to even be taken seriously.
"Now, if you surrender willingly, no harm will come to you." Hero's grin widened as they spoke in an overly confident tone. Even earlier in this fight, these two criminals had no problem trying to fight Hero, even managing to get some good hits in. Now, here they were, seemingly scared frozen.
Hero found it to be very validating until they noticed that their eyes were looking slightly past Hero. Frown instantly forming and face falling, Hero spoke again.
"There's something terrifying behind me, isn't there?"
The two nodded slowly, still not moving. Hero's frown deepened. They felt a sudden rise of anxiety twisting in their gut.
"How terrifying?" Hero couldn't bring themselves to look, but as soon as they asked, they felt strong hands fall atop their shoulders, pulling them close.
Villain's familiar voice sounded mischievously in their ear, breath fanning across Hero's neck.
"Extremely terrifying."
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soprompt · 2 days
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"I didn't think you were aware that I exist."
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mousy-nona · 2 days
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First — I love your work and your account! Your characterization is incredible and I really enjoy your style. Second — Radioapple prompt! I know its a common one in the fandom, but I love the concept of them dancing/getting to know each other through mutual love of music. Not too specific, but I think it definitely has room to be cute! <3
A major sacrifice
But clueless at the time
Enter, Caroline
Just trust me, you'll be fine
“What is that noise?”
Lucifer turned around warily. It was always good to be wary around Alastor. “Music.”
Alastor gave him a Look. It was his “Don’t Be An Obtuse Idiot” look, the one he saved just for Lucifer. 
He sighed. “It’s a song. The humans come up with some interesting stuff when left to their own devices.” He waved to the radio sitting on his desk. “It took a bit of work, but I managed to figure out how to connect this old thing to some of Earth’s music stations.” 
Alastor’s ears twitched, a surefire sign he was interested and trying not to show it. He lowered himself down onto the other side of the sofa, and they listened in silence together. 
And when I'm back in Chicago, I feel it
Another version of me, I was in it
I wave goodbye to the end of beginning.
“I’ve never heard of these instruments,” Alastor mused. 
“Synth? It’s a pretty new invention. I believe it was heavily popular around the 1980s, and it’s gone in and out of style since then. What do you think?”
“It doesn’t have as much soul as a good saxophone or a piano riff, but it’s not horrible.” Alastor admitted. “I don’t suppose humans on Earth still listen to singers like Ella Fitzgerald?”
“Hard to match a once-in-a-lifetime artist like Ella,” Lucifer remarked. Alastor snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming with pure, genuine delight. It was rare to see him so excited about anything that didn’t have anything to do with blood or death, and Lucifer drank it in like a man dying of thirst. 
“Exactly,” Alastor grinned. “I see you don’t have completely irredeemable taste in music.”
“She’s fantastic, but you will not believe some of the stuff they have up there now.”
Alastor glanced at him with poorly disguised interest. “You don’t say? Do you happen to listen to these stations quite often?”
“Every night.” 
Alastor paused, as if weighing his next words. “Would you mind a little company?”
The smile that exploded from Lucifer was unexpected – but not unwanted. And that was how the king of Hell and the Radio Demon declared a truce every night, between the hours of 12 AM to 1 AM.
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“Boy, you’re in for a treat today,” Lucifer said as soon as Alastor walked in. “They’re playing electro swing on 58.3 The Breeze.” 
Alastor furrowed his brow. “Electro…swing?” He shuddered. “Sounds positively horrid. Why ruin a perfectly good thing with extra noises?” 
“Don’t be such a Debbie Downer,” Lucifer scowled. “Sit down, shut up, and give it a chance, will you?”
To his credit, Alastor did sit and shut up – for approximately ten seconds. Then he groaned. “This is a travesty. They’re calling this garbage swing?” 
“Electro swing,” Lucifer corrected. 
“No, no, enough of this swill.” Alastor snapped his fingers, and the song immediately cut off. “Let me show what true swing sounds like.” 
A moment’s pause, then a new song came on the speakers.
Heaven, I'm in heaven
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…
Lucifer perked up. “This is…Louis Armstrong?” Just the sound of his voice brought back whispers of slower times, of smoky jazz clubs and whiskey in crystal glasses, of dreams laid out on silver screens. Suddenly, it was the 1950s again.
Alastor bowed and held out his hand, every move so darkly dashing it would make Fred Astaire weep with envy. But his eyes gleamed with challenge.
Dance with me? Asked Louis and Ella.
Spellbound, Lucifer took the devil’s hand. He placed the other on his shoulder hesitantly, but Alastor’s grip was strong and sure as he slowly led him around the room. 
“I want my arms about you, the charms about you will carry me through,” Alastor hummed along. The old-fashioned words were perfect in his radio static, as if the song was made for the two of them, for this very moment. 
Relax, you silly goose. He’s just singing the song. He’s not talking about you, Lucifer tried to reason with himself, but it was exceedingly difficult to think straight with Alastor’s face so very close. His voice – oddly lovely for a man who specialized in conducting screams – cast a spell over them. Time stopped. And Lucifer relaxed, letting Alastor’s song chase his worries away. 
“Heaven, I’m in heaven!” 
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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
“You’re listening to this again?” 
Lucifer blushed and scrambled to change it to another station, but Alastor materialized in front of the radio and covered the fast forward button with his hand before he could get to it. Damn those tricksy shadows of his.  
“I…I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Yes, that is one of the benefits of teleportation,” he said, as effortlessly smug as always.
“It’s not our usual time,” Lucifer frowned, peeking at the clock. 10 PM. Far too early for what was quickly becoming his favorite hour of the day, although he’d never admit it out loud. 
“Well, I heard a cry for help coming from this room, so I thought I’d be a good neighbor and pop my head in,” Alastor said.
“Cry for help–” Lucifer started indignantly, but Alastor put a finger to his lips. 
And the damn song was still playing. 
So when everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive…
Lucifer turned so red his entire face resembled a tomato on fire. “I can listen to whatever I want during my private time,” he spluttered.
“That would be true, but I can hear your ‘private time’ from the other end of the hotel.” Alastor sighed, as if no one else in the history of the world had ever experienced the pain of a noisy neighbor. “So I decided to check on you, just to make sure you hadn’t fully devolved into an angsty child.”
“It’s silly, I know, but sometimes listening to this stuff makes me feel…like I’m not so alone,” Lucifer admitted, not quite able to look the demon in the eye. “It’s been a tough couple of years.” Tough couple of hundred years, but who’s counting? 
Alastor didn’t say anything, but he didn’t leave either. Eventually, they turned the radio to another station – Billboard Top 100s, this time – and Alastor’s horrified face at “Think U The Shit (Fart)” made Lucifer laugh so hard water came out of his nose. 
He completely forgot about his depression. At least for the rest of the night. And that was enough. That was more than Lucifer had had in a long time. 
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The next day, Lucifer came back to his room to find an old-fashioned ‘30s vinyl record player perched on his desk. A vinyl had already been set up, its arm perched delicately halfway through a song, ready for Lucifer to hit Play. 
Attached to it was a note.
As a thank you for all the new music. -A.
So Lucifer hit Play.
Immediately, the swing of the sax and Ella’s clear, dulcet tones filtered through the speakers. 
Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on
I never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going oh-so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
The record stopped there, as abruptly as if the entire track had been magically wiped. No matter how many times he tried to reset it and play it again, that was the only verse on the record. 
It didn’t matter. Had Alastor forgotten how ancient he truly was? Lucifer had been around for the dinosaurs, the age of ice, man’s first cities, and the launch to the moon. He remembered the greats, because that was his job. He was to live, and he was to bear witness.
He knew the rest of the song, even if Alastor had gone to such great lengths to erase it. 
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly…
He smiled. And he sang along, letting the vinyl spin and spin until the words themselves were nothing but senseless sounds and only Alastor’s promise remained. 
“Blue days, all of them gone. Nothing but blue skies, from now on…”
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