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izzielizzie · 2 years
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Top 10 favorite books?
oh god this is so hard. these aren't in any particular order:
the penderwicks on gardam street
i know that this is the second book in the series but there's something so magical about this one. also i'm not a big fan of books set in the summer because i just know that there's a time limit, especially since characters are usually on vacations. there's something about the penderwicks being on their home turf that makes them so endearing.
also? the new characters are amazing!! iantha, nick, tommy, ben, melissa -- all of them are wonderful
one of us is lying/next
this one goes without saying. it's not fully out of left field for me to read my murder mysteries, but i latched onto this series and the characters and i don't seem to be letting them go any time soon
the lightning thief
let me just say that y'all are lucky i didn't make my tumblr account in middle school. i was insufferable and it's all because of percy jackson. nothing tops the original series in all of its sassy-percy glory.
little women
i come from a family of sisters, and i love the way that little women celebrates sisterhood and doesn't shy away from the fact that sometimes having sisters is just plain old annoying. i love the march family with my entire being.
sick kids in love
i don't really talk about growing up as a "sick kid" but this book hit me in so many ways. i know what it's like to grow up in a drip room, counting the weeks before i could see someone again. ibby and sasha were real and i really love that.
the summer of lost letters
i know that i just said i hate books set in the summer but this one is so special to me. it's literally just another ya romance novel (and it came out pretty recently too) but it has instantly become my favorite ya romance. i'm obsessed with abby and noah and all of the parallels that were woven into the story that i didn't even realize until i read it again.
truly devious
kind of like the summer of lost letters, i don't have a reason for why i love this book so much. but i do and i keep reading it. also, i think it was the book that made me consider life in vermont and now i'm spending four years there.
the great gatsby
i love the great gatsby so much. i love the symbols, i love the motifs. i love how unreliable nick is as a narrator. i love how every character is completely irredeemable. it's a book about shallow people dealing with a human's deepest emotion and thinking they've conquered it and i love it so much.
to kill a mockingbird
again -- no big reason for loving this book but i do. i really clicked with scout when i was little for some reason.
anne of green gables
i was obsessed with anne and gilbert when i was a kid. probably the first couple i ever shipped.
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fictionadventurer · 9 months
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How can I be known to history as a charming and witty correspondent if I don't write any letters??? This is a problem!!
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jasontoddssuper · 9 months
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Jason in the Outlaws webtoon
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dreaming-of-the-end · 11 months
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Dear Fitz: in a black and white world (you'd still be golden)
A/N: Remember that bonus I was talking about? Here’s the full letter Keefe wrote to Fitz in the forbidden cities. Please comment/reblog if you like <3
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Dear Fitz,
Hey, Fi
I'm sorry,
Fitz,
This is not an apology. 
Because it's too late, isn't it? I’m already gone. I’m not sure if I miss you or not.
You'll be angry, won't you, that I ran away again. You are well-versed in abandonment but you still don’t understand why I would do it. Why anyone would do it. You can’t possibly know that i
I think we're past understanding. Let me help you.
In a world that was black and white, you'd still be golden. Guess gold's my favorite color for a reason. You probably don't know what the hell I'm talking about. You're never good at catching signals. In a world that was golden, you'd still be the brightest of all of us. Do you get it now? I sure don't.
Here, let me try again. In a world that was made of diamonds, you would shatter first.
Does that make more sense to you? Or should I keep seeing your face in my head when I'm trying to sleep, keep imagining your lips against mine even though it’s clear that can never happen, keep on stringing words on a necklace until I find the right order to send to you (I won't send this to you)—
You were sweet. Sweet in a sour, salty, bitter world. Sweet the way that turns your stomach into mush, sweet the way that keeps you wanting more, sweet the way that poison frogs are bright colors so predators know not to eat them. Dangerous sweet. Wicked sweet. Terrifying sweet. You scared me, is what I’m trying to say. But that’s not what made me run.
I want you more. I don't want you anymore? We are meant to be contradictions, question marks at the end of sentences that logically should use an exclamation point. Even if you're obviously still so obsessed with me that you'd open this letter that I'm not sending because it has your name that I traced onto my lips so often it probably left a mark, and I can say this because you won't ever see it. Maybe you won't recognize my handwriting that you'll never see again. Maybe this letter will be another piece of trash in a pile.
Why don't you recognize me, Fitz? Why don't you know me?
Fuck.
Why are you still in my head.
I'm going to leave you behind. I meant to leave my heart behind, but sewing it to Sophie's sleeve left needles in my stomach instead of butterflies.
I'm supposed to know how to feel but there isn't a definition for you.
Do you get it now? Do you get what I'm trying to say?
I'm saying my favorite color is golden because that's what you outshine. My Golden Boy, the failing perfection who couldn't stand the idea that he liked the perfect failure, the last thing I think of before I sleep and the first nightmare I have when I wake up.
A dream and a nightmare and a hallucination rolled into one, that's what you are, a sweet-smelling flower petal rubbed between your index finger and your thumb like how my heart got crushed open right there in front of you and you didn't even have the decency to mop up the blood.
But that's not what I'm saying.
I'm saying I know every acne scar on your face and I know about the hair dye you keep in the space under your sink just in case you ever get the courage and I know that you won't ever get the courage because you're a coward like me. Too cowardly to tell me you love me. Too cowardly to tell you that I hate you.
You're so obvious about it and it makes me wish that this world was easy. Makes me wish that there was doubt about it and that's why I'm not sending this. Instead, I'm not sending it because I know you won't try to find me if I do. Why do I keep waiting for you to find me when you're still waiting to find yourself?
Good thing I'm never sending this. Because you know the way my hair falls over my eyes and how my arm weighs around your shoulders and you've counted the freckles on my face when you thought I was sleeping (I wasn't sleeping. I felt your fingers feather-soft on my cheek) and you know me too well to let me stay away. You know me too well to let me come back.
This is another dare. You can't pick truth this time when I know you're so good at lying.
I wish you luck finding me. The coward I am. The cowards we both are.
I said this wasn't an apology but maybe I'm asking for one
Blame yourself for my disappearance, please.
Love,
Your darling, your love, your everything,
The only thing you ever won by being yourself,
-Keefe
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yearning4august · 1 month
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Karmic soulmates.
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watching top gun getting nominated for prestigious awards while nope has gotten jack squat is my joker moment. if I have to to watch top gun maverick win a fucking oscar I'm going to go ballistic
#all these articles being like oh and of course top gun maverick and avatar way of wayer will be sweeping this season#excuse me 'OF COURSE???'#is this a bit are you all doing a bit#nope isnt even an indie movie it was literally a summer fucking blockbuster what is going ON#'top gun got people back ti the movie theaters' in what universe. did we all collectively firget no way home last year#am i being punkd for real like i feel like im going crazy#the only other movies ive seen ppl talk abt are the fabelmans and pinocchio#which. they were good#pinocchio i think deserves a lot#the fabelmans. was not exactky what i expected and definitely didnt feel like a love letter to movies#but i liked it it was cool#but. like.#of ALL the movies i saw this year#dude obviously its nope and eeaao#and now ppl r trying to sweep eeaap under the rug!!!!!!!#'it came out too early' 'its too weird for hollywood it doesnt have a real shot' 'it was overrated'#have you ALL lost your minds#i am so serious ig i have to watch top gun fucking maverick win a fucking oscar. dude.#TOM CRUISE??? SIJCE WHEN ARE OKAY WITH HIM AGAIN???#+ didnt they bend their asses backwards to bring back some old fuck but coukdnt even be bothered to ask the 1 woman in sight to come back#the gall of the same bitches who claim to be too good for the mcu to nominate military propaganda the movie for BEST FUCKING PICTURE????#also im sorry. did i hallucinate the mamdate that best pocture nominees must have significant diversity behind the camera or#anyway. i hate everyone goodnight#cereal.txt
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kitkat-tat · 6 months
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chapter 1: prologue (part 2)
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Hyunjin took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She couldn’t keep going on like this, hiding the truth from her. It wasn’t fair for either of them, but especially her girlfriend. She might as well just rip off the bandaid and get it over with, and hope Heejin didn’t break up with her right before they were about to spend two months working at a summer camp together out in the middle of nowhere. “About university…”
Heejin’s eyebrows pinched together in concern. “Yeah?” 
Hyunjin averted her gaze, looking ahead as she gripped the steering wheel in her fists. “I didn’t get in.”
Heejin tilted her head to the side as if she didn’t understand the words that had just left her mouth. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I didn’t get accepted.” She said, her eyes flitting over to her briefly, before returning to the road in front of them. “My rejection letter arrived in the mail a few weeks ago.” 
“What…?” Heejin said, “But-but we made all those plans.”
Hyunjin could feel her heart sinking lower and lower in her chest. “I-I know, I’m sorry.”
Heejin quickly shook her head. “It’s not your fault, I mean—I can’t believe they wouldn’t accept you. You wrote a great essay!”
“Apparently not great enough.” Hyunjin muttered remorsefully. 
The air fell silent for a few moments, the only sound the tires rolling over the pavement and the wind whipping past their windows. 
“How come you didn’t want to tell me?” Heejin asked in a quiet voice. 
Hyunjin’s chest tightened. This was what she’d been dreading. “I just…didn’t know how to tell you.” She said quietly. “I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.” 
“Hey…” Hyunjin felt a hand caress the side of her cheek, and she turned to face Heejin fully. Her brown eyes were wide and serious as she met her gaze. “You could never disappoint me, understand? I don’t care if we don’t end up going to the same university. We’ll figure something out.” 
Hyunjin smiled softly, before nodding. “Okay.” Relief flooded through her veins now that the truth was out in the open and…Heejin was alright with it. A little sad that Hyunjin hadn’t chosen to confide in her, but otherwise fine. She still loved her despite it all. Hyunjin felt her heart soaring just a little bit, wondering just how lucky she was to end up with a girlfriend like her.
Heejin was smiling too. She turned back to face the road, when suddenly her eyes grew wide and she inhaled sharply. “WATCH OUT!”
Hyunjin looked back at the road too late, just in time to see a figure hunched over in the right lane. She swerved the wheel to avoid it, but turned too far and slammed into the guardrail. The car pitched forward and they went down the side of the hill. 
She slammed her foot against the brake pedal, narrowly dodging trees and logs, but it barely seemed to have an effect as they continued to slide downwards. Heejin desperately clung to the door, trying not to get thrown around too much amidst it all. “Stop the car!” She cried out.
When the hill finally evened out into a flat clearing, the car came to a stop. Heejin and Hyunjin sat there for a few moments, breathing heavily. Hyunjin pried her hands from the steering wheel, realizing she was shaking. 
She turned to her girlfriend, eyes wide. “Are you okay…?” She asked. 
Heejin nodded. “Yeah, yeah I think so.” She said, feeling each of her limbs to make sure they were still intact. “What about you?” 
“Yeah.” Hyunjin said, unbuckling her seatbelt. “I’m not sure about the car, though…” She opened the door, thankful that it still worked, and walked towards the front to assess the damage. She heard the sound of the passenger door opening and the crunching of leaves underfoot as Heejin joined her. 
23:56 | June 24 - Heejin Route 919
Heejin watched as Hyunjin examined the car for damage, muttering to herself. She looked around at the dark trees surrounding them, hugging herself. When they had been in the car, driving along the road, it all had felt fleeting and isolated. But now, standing alone in the middle of the forest, their only way back to civilization being the tire tracks gouged in the mud by Hyunjin’s car, she felt like it was going to swallow them whole. 
A branch snapped somewhere in its depths and Heejin whirled towards it, her nerves starting to fray at the ends. 
“Heejin?” 
Heejin turned back to her girlfriend, who had popped the hood of her car, her fingers already stained with oil and grease as she inspected the engine. 
“Do you think you could grab the toolbox from the trunk?” She asked, glancing over at her briefly.
“Yeah,” Heejin breathed, “Yeah, I can do that.” 
She made her way to the back of the car, trying to remind herself that everything would be fine. Most predators in this region—like wolves and bears—weren’t nocturnal. They would only hunt for food at night if they were desperate, so logically speaking, she had nothing to be afraid of. But regardless of any amount of logic she tried to use to convince herself that everything would be fine, she wanted to spend as little time out here as possible. She just couldn’t shake the feeling like she was being watched. 
Heejin opened the trunk and picked up the toolbox, before spotting Hyunjin’s bag. Now was as good a time as any to retrieve the pamphlet with the address to Hackett’s Quarry. She set the toolbox down and unzipped one of the front pockets, grabbing the first piece of paper she found. It was only when she looked closer that she realized it wasn’t the camp brochure at all, but Hyunjin’s rejection letter.
Heejin felt her heart clench in her chest as she gripped the paper in her hand. She wasn’t going to lie—it really sucked that Hyunjin had hidden the truth from her for weeks, continuing to make plans as if she had gotten in. And what stung was that Heejin felt like she could tell Hyunjin anything. But for whatever reason, Hyunjin didn’t. Heejin had caused her to feel differently, like she needed to hide something like this. They were definitely going to have to have a further discussion about everything, but that needed to be tabled for a later time. The fact that they had just driven off the side of the road and were now stranded in the middle of the forest kind of took precedence.
She put the letter back and quickly rooted around the rest of her backpack until she found the pamphlet for camp, folding it in her back pocket. Then she grabbed the toolbox and shut the trunk. 
“Here you go.” She said, setting the toolbox down. 
“Thanks.” Hyunjin replied, without looking up. “Would you mind holding your flashlight above me for a moment?”
“Sure, sure.” Heejin said, taking out her phone and clicking the flashlight on. She glanced over her shoulder, lowering her voice as if someone might be out there, eavesdropping on their conversation. “What do you think that was back there?”
Hyunjin glanced at her, fear flashing in her eyes. “I-I don’t know, it all happened so fast.” She said, turning back to the car. “Do you think it was an animal?”
Heejin shook her head, thinking back to what she had seen moments before Hyunjin had swerved to avoid it. “No…it looked more like a person.”
Hyunjin turned to fully face her, horror written across her features. “Do you think we hit someone?” She asked fearfully, her voice hushed in a whisper. 
“No! No, I don’t think we hit them.” Heejin said, her hand holding the flashlight starting to shake ever so slightly. “I think we missed them. I-I mean…I don’t see any blood on the front of the car.” Her voice was growing weak as the words left her lips. 
“Right…” Hyunjin said, staring at the engine, her eyes unfocused. “We would have felt it. If we hit them.” 
“Yeah.” Heejin assured her quickly, even though she had no idea what hitting someone with their car would even feel like. She assumed they would be able to tell, so that’s what she was going to go with.
In the silence that fell around them, she heard another twig snap, directly behind them. On instinct, she spun, shining her flashlight into the trees, but the beam landed on empty air.
“Heejin—flashlight.” Hyunjin said, resuming her work on the car with trembling fingers. “The faster I get this done, the faster we can get out of here.”
“Right.” Heejin mumbled, turning back to her. As she did, she caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye, like a white gown. Unable to ignore the nagging feeling in her gut, she said, “It’s just…what if whoever was up on the road is down here? What if they’re injured?” 
“It’s probably just some animal that got startled.” Hyunjin reasoned, which should have been Heejin’s job, seeing as she had been the one hired as the wildlife instructor at camp. “If what we saw…really was a person, they’re likely still up on the road.” 
Heejin let out a shaky breath, trying to calm her nerves. “Yeah. Yeah no, you’re right.” She said, nodding. “Why would they be down here if we didn’t hit them?” She tried to laugh, but the sound came out empty and hollow. 
Hyunjin gave her a reassuring smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes, before resuming her work. 
Silence fell over the clearing as Heejin diligently held the flashlight above Hyunjin’s hands. In the distance, she could hear the chirp of crickets, a gentle breeze through the branches of the trees above them, and a creek gurgling somewhere in the darkness. It would have been peaceful if adrenaline wasn’t still pounding in her veins from the crash, making her heart beat quickly and her hands shake. 
Just when she was starting to calm down a little, she heard a shout in the distance, like someone wounded, calling for help. Heejin spun around, shining the flashlight through the trees. 
“Heejin—“ Hyunjin said with an annoyed huff, but was cut off. 
“I heard someone! In the woods!” Heejin said, rushing towards the direction she thought it came from. 
“Heejin, wait! Where are you going?” Hyunjin asked, alarmed. 
“They could be injured; we need to get them help!” Heejin said, faltering as she saw Hyunjin’s perplexed expression. “What…? Can’t you hear them?”
Hyunjin’s eyes flicked between her girlfriend and the woods, conflicted. “I…no. I didn’t hear anything.”
Heejin stood at the edge of the clearing for a moment, debating what to do. She took another step forward but Hyunjin stopped her. 
“Heejin, there’s no one out there.” She insisted. “It was probably…a coyote. Or a fox. They can sound human when they cry.”
But Heejin shook her head. “I know you think I’m crazy, but I swear I really heard someone out there.” She said, “I need to go check for myself.”
“Okay, but are you really going to go trekking through the middle of the woods by yourself?” Hyunjin asked. “This is like, the most basic rule of horror movies—never wander off alone.”
“We’re not in a movie.” Heejin replied, although she seemed hesitant. “Besides, you need to stay here and get the car working.” When Hyunjin raised her eyebrow, she insisted, “Look, it’ll be fine. I’ll be right back. Promise.”
Hyunjin crossed her arms, deliberating for a moment. Finally, she let out a sigh. “Well, only since you promised.” She joked, her expression quickly sobering as she let her arms drop to her sides. “I don’t like it, but I know you’re literally not going to take ‘no’ for an answer, so…just be careful.” 
“I will.” Heejin said, before making her way down the incline in front of her into a sort of ravine, leaving Hyunjin behind.
Was she stoked about wandering off into the woods by herself in the dead of night when she could easily hang back with her girlfriend in the safety of their car? Absolutely not. And if Hyunjin was right, there was a good chance she was going to run into a startled fox or coyote. But she was confident that what she heard was different from the cry of a nocturnal mammal. If there was someone down here, someone they had somehow hit up on the road, there was no way she was leaving them out here without at least trying to get them help.
The dense overhead foliage blocked out most of the moonlight from hitting the forest floor, and without the headlights from the car, she only had her phone’s flashlight to guide her through the trees. Surprisingly, the ravine she was in didn’t have a lot of undergrowth. When she spotted a tattered paper hanging on the trunk of a tree, it suddenly occurred to her that the ground she was on must have once been a path. Now slightly overgrown, but not entirely assimilated into the rest of the forest.
She directed her flashlight beam at the poster. It was weathered from the elements, but she could still make out most of it. In old-fashioned font, it read “Buy Tickets Now, Harum Scarum, Sideshow Spectacular, Fortunes & Freaks, Mystery & Magic.” In the center was a stereotypical image of a fortune teller with her hands reaching towards a crystal ball. 
Nearby, an owl hooted from a low-hanging branch. Heejin jumped slightly, swinging her flashlight on it to see its head spin in a slow circle to face her, hooting again. She let out a breath and kept walking. 
She continued to look for any signs of another person down here, injured or otherwise, but so far wasn’t finding anything. She didn’t hear anything either. Heejin bit the inside of her cheek, thinking perhaps Hyunjin had been right, and she really had heard nothing more than the cry of an animal. 
She nearly decided to turn back, when something glinted through the bushes. Curiously, she moved forward, pushing the undergrowth aside to find a rusty metal box. She opened the clasps with a click and swung back to reveal a bundle of white cloth. It looked sort of like a straightjacket with chains and handcuffs. She wondered what it could possibly be doing out in the middle of the woods with nothing else around. Perhaps it had something to do with the poster she had seen earlier…?
As she continued through the woods, she came across a strange outline through the trees, like branches twisting downward, except when she drew nearer, she realized it was a combination of wood and metal that formed a giant nest. Or perhaps a cage. 
With a feeling of unease settling in her gut, Heejin took a step back, her flashlight shining across a wooden sign resting  at her feet. There were lightbulbs set around the upper edges, having broken since it was in use. It read: “Side Show Act. Silas the Dog Boy.” Heejin looked back at the giant nest. Whoever this “Silas” was, she really hoped he was no longer around here. 
She turned back, quickly walking away from the nest-cage, or whatever it was, back from where she had come. But as she walked back through the ravine, she couldn’t seem to find the car or her girlfriend. Somehow she had gotten completely mixed up, perhaps taking a wrong turn somewhere. Everything looked the same, and her phone flashlight only made it more difficult to navigate the darkness of the forest. Heejin briefly considered retracing her steps, but she knew she would likely continue going in circles until she was well and completely lost. If only she could find that poster from before…
She spun in a slow circle, looking around at the trees to see if she might find the piece of paper tacked to the tree. As her flashlight passed between the gap of two trunks, she thought she saw a figure in white. But when she quickly turned back to look again, it was gone. 
Goosebumps ran up her arms. She was sure she saw someone there just now...a woman. In white. Could it be whoever was up on the road? 
"Hello?" She called out. "Is anyone out there?!" 
But as she waited, there was no response. Perhaps...her eyes were just playing tricks on her. Yeah, that had to be it. And yet, she still felt that prickling feeling on the back of her neck like she was being watched. 
Heejin turned around once more, scanning the trees, but she saw no one. A breeze rustled the branches above her, making them sway and creak. She had enough of this. If there really was someone down here, it wasn't her fault they clearly didn't want to be found. She did her best, and now it was time for her to get back to her girlfriend. 
But then the breeze ruffled her hair, pushing it away from her face. As clear as day, she heard a whisper, like someone was speaking directly in her ear.
"Silas."
With a strangled cry, Heejin bolted. To hell with finding her way back, she just needed to get away. Away from the creepy figures and shadows and cages in the woods. Away from the whispers and echoing cries in the darkness. 
She ran without looking, leaping haphazardly over logs and bushes. At one point, she risked a glance over her shoulder, making sure she wasn't being followed by...whatever was out here with her. As she turned back around, she collided with a low-hanging branch, and fell to the ground as her feet flew out from under her. 
Heejin groaned, trying to suck the air back into her lungs. She pushed herself up off the muddy floor, wheezing slightly. Her forehead stung and her back ached, but she could hardly find it in herself to care as she spotted a familiar glow through the trees ahead of her. She had finally found her way back. 
She stood shakily, grabbing her phone from where it had fallen, and stumbled towards the car. 
"Hyunjin!"
Her girlfriend turned around, and Heejin thought she might cry with relief now that she was back with her. She collided into her strong embrace, and Hyunjin's expression quickly turned from curiosity to concern. She held her out at arm's length, taking in her frazzled state.
"Heejin? What happened?" She asked, her dark eyes wide with worry, traveling from the mud all over her clothes to her forehead. "Oh my gosh, you're bleeding!" 
Heejin brought her shaking hand up to touch the sore spot where she had collided with the branch, and her fingertips came away red. She hadn't even noticed in her haste to make it out of the woods. 
"That's not important right now." Heejin said, still gulping lungfuls of air to regain her breath. 
"Not important?!" Hyunjin scoffed incredulously. "What could be more important than you being injured right now?!"
Heejin merely shook her head, risking a glance back from where she had come. "I-I saw something out there. There's something in the woods." She stammered.
"What?" Hyunjin asked, looking behind her, and then into her girlfriend's eyes. "What was out there?"
"I don't know." Heejin whispered, her arms shaking. "But it's not safe. We need to get out of here, now." 
"Okay, okay." Hyunjin conceded. "Let's go."
Heejin clambered in the passenger seat while Hyunjin got into the driver's side. She watched as her girlfriend fished her keys out of her pocket and put them in the ignition, turning it on. The engine sputtered for a few seconds before humming to life. The two girls felt relief wash over their shoulders, smiling briefly before Hyunjin shifted it out of park and tried to reverse, only for the wheels to spin stuck in the mud. She revved the accelerator but it didn't budge. 
Heejin started to panic, looking around wildly, but Hyunjin placed a calming hand across hers. "Hey," She said softly, getting her to look into her eyes. "It's going to be alright. I can put some sticks under the wheels to get us some traction and we can get out of here."
"No." Heejin said, desperately clutching at her arm as Hyunjin leaned back to get out of the car. "Can we just...stay in here? For a bit?"
Hyunjin watched her silently, before settling back into her seat. "Alright, fine. We'll stay in here." She said softly, her eyes traveling to Heejin's forehead. "But at least let me clean you up." 
Heejin let out a sigh through her nose, but didn't object as Hyunjin reached behind her to grab the first aid kit. She pulled out some bandages and alcohol wipes, tearing open the package. Heejin's eyes flitted to the windshield and the darkness beyond. She felt slightly safer now that they were in the car, but she still wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. She still felt the creeping sensation on the back of her neck, like they were being watched. 
Her attention was diverted, though, as Hyunjin leaned over with the alcohol wipe. Heejin turned dutifully to face her as Hyunjin began wiping away the blood that had already started to dry along her temple and eyebrow. Heejin winced slightly as she moved to disinfect the cut, already feeling the bump start to form where the branch had knocked her off her feet. After she was done, Hyunjin taped a bandage across it, her fingers gently smoothing it against Heejin's forehead. 
"There." Hyunjin said, leaning back, satisfied with her work. 
Heejin could feel the warmth of her fingertips lingering across her skin, seeping into her veins and calming her racing heart. That was, until she saw a figure standing outside the window behind her girlfriend. 
Heejin let out a shriek, and Hyunjin spun around, startled. But unlike before, the figure didn't vanish before their eyes, and Heejin wasn't the only one who saw it. 
That was when she realized it wasn't just any old person, but a police officer. He tapped on the glass, motioning for Hyunjin to roll it down. 
"Hi, officer." Hyunjin said calmly once she had obliged. "What can we do for you tonight?" 
The cop looked between their car and the messy path it carved out of the forest on its way down the hill. "Are either of you injured?" He asked. 
"No, sir." Heejin spoke up. "We're fine." 
He looked over at her, taking in the fresh bandage. He tapped his forehead, mirroring the spot she had gotten cut. "What about that?" 
"O-oh." Heejin glanced at Hyunjin quickly. "This, um, wasn't related. I was just walking around, and, uh, tripped. Because it's so dark out here, hard to see stuff, like...rocks. On the ground." She finished, cringing internally.
The cop raised an eyebrow. "Right. Well then, would you mind telling me just what exactly happened here?" 
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#okay so i feel slightly dumb for not realizing you can only do one poll per post so im gonna have to make a new post for each section#its okay we improvise#anywho sorry it's been incredibly long since my first post but hopefully the length of the section will make up for it#i also am not sure how to respond to tags like i would comments on ao3 (thankfully there arent too many at the moment)#which is not something i would expect to say lolol#i do plan to include in this story things i feel the game missed out on including#or things i feel like you're not able to understand deeply unless you play multiple playthroughs#and i understand there were constraints they had to adhere to#but this is essentially my way of novelizing the story with different characters in a way that improves what we already got with the canon#if that makes sense#like with the previous section#i wanted to give “max's character” a chance to have more agency with the decision to keep the letter a secret and have more “playable time”#and i just want to explore things i feel like the game had the potential for but missed out on#anyways im rambling and havent even talked about this section yet lmao#hyunjin is almost as much of an expert on wildlife because her girlfriend is; this is canon#still not sure how i feel about the “finding” clues section but i hope it felt natural?#the quarry#loona#loona the quarry#lost summer days#loona fanfic#the quarry fanfic#poll#tumblr polls#text#long post#heejin#hyunjin#2jin#there's a limit to tags??? maybe i need to dump this all into an author's note lmaooo
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Se ha filtrado lo que parece ser la lista de pistas del nuevo albun de Miley Cyrus, Endless Summer Vacation:
Skin
Endless Summer Vacation
Flowers
Hazel Eyes
Taste of my Own
Falling Out the Heaven
Not my Problem
Joan of ARC
California Drunk
Lost on You
50/50
Chasing the Sun
Hiding Myself
Small Things
Letters From a Broken Heart
Se ve muy real, pero falta “YOU”, no se sabe si al final descartaron la cancion. 
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HOLT. FOR BINGO
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love the big holto for real wonder when he's adopting me
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diordeer · 2 months
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౨ৎ SALVATORE
“And I've been waiting for you all this time, I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me, summer's hot but I've been cold without you” - lana del rey (smau)
contains: charlie bushell x fem!reader, the reader was meant to be coquette-ish but i kind of lost the plot i mean shes IS but not TOTALLY if that makes sense, super sorry!!
description: my bsf from like 6 years ago sent me a LETTER?! (she moved away) and we are officially letter buddies but now i am literally a little medieval girl, tumblr is my only social media and dont watch the news, now im sending letters
requested by: @tomblythsslut (i love ur username)
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iamcharliebushnell this girl has my in multiple cafes daily this is not good for my health
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user1 WHO IS THIS OMG
↳ user2 people on here are crazy… someone has to be able to find her
user3 another one gone 😞
walker.scobell WHAT DID I MISS
↳ iamcharliebushnell a lot apparently
user4 this is so cute where do i get a bf who posts me and wears an ‘i love my gf’ t shirt
↳ user5 life has its favourites truly
leahsavajeffries have u seen priscilla recently?
↳ iamcharliebushnell yh why?
↳ leahsavajeffries oh nothing! 😊
↳ aryansimhadri what are you up to leah…
user6 OMG
user7 do u guys reckon leah knows who it is?
↳ user6 im soo curious omg!
↳ andrewalvarez can confirm… none of us know
↳ user7 WHAT!
user10 softest soft launch
yn.ln no way he has a gf now!!
↳ iamcharliebushnell taken sorry guys!
↳ user4 😖😖😖
user8 betrayed the fandom in the show, and betrayed us in real life 💔
↳ user9 girl u thought u had a chance 💀
↳ user8 omgg! I was joking be so fr
yn.ln just posted on their story
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yn.ln life lately <3
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user1 CHARLIE AND LEAH IN THE LIKES ?!?!
↳ user2 and leah commented!! Oh shes so dating charlie
user3 cafe? curly hair? flowers? this is charlie!!!
leahsavajeffries i see u 👀
↳ yn.ln WHYWHYWHY LEAH
↳ user4 LMAO
user4 her account is so pretty tho omg
user5 girl really does have him at a cafe daily
user6 lets be so fr shes defo dating him for fame 💀
↳ user5 or maybe two people like eachover who arent doing the same jobs god forbid?
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user1 OMGG OMG
user2 the second pic !!
↳ user1 they are adorable!!!!!
user3 guys she was in his comment section this whole time 💀
leahsavajeffries i think i should become a detective
↳ yn.ln im actually so scared of you i hope you know that
↳ leahsavajeffries 😘
dior.n.goodjohn we need to meet!
↳ yn.ln omg bet
user4 WHERE DO I FIND A MAN LIKE THIS UGHHGHHH
↳ user5 oh to have someone kiss me in the snow
user6 gal shut them down
walker.scobell 🫢🫢🫢
↳ user7 my exact reaction
aryansimhadri awww
iamcharliebushnell ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
↳ yn.ln love u 😘😘
user8 the bows, the coats, the flowers, shes everything!!
taglist: @lostinhisworld @lizziesfirstwife @auttumnsayshi @silkenthusiasts @taygrls @kidkrowk @highfidelities
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crispy-armpit · 9 months
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✧ 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 ✧
ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ɢᴏᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
𓇼˚₊‧꒰ა 🫧 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚𓇼
⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 10 dollars on a dare leads you to break one superstition that changes your life forever. you begin to learn secrets tied to your family and upbringing, at the cost of your freedom. who is this mysterious Anshumat, and why does he want you?
⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, kidnapping, choking, reader gets called a bride once
⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,418
⭒ a/n: yan sea god was inspired by an Indonesian myth called Nyi Roro Kidul! it's a really interesting legend if you want to learn more abt it ^^ also.... man tits...... meow..
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will you venture down this path?
growing up, you would stay over at your grandmother's house every summer. her beautiful seaside cottage made the perfect accommodation for a family getaway. throughout your childhood, the superstitious old woman restricted you from doing specific things. rules like never whistling at night, don't open an umbrella indoors, etc.
you'd eventually found out that these were just scare tactics for children to make them listen. but there was one rule that your grandmother seemed to fear the most, a rule that never made sense... never wear white to the local beach. and when questioning her about the rule, she'd tell you the same story every time.
"long ago...
a cruel serpent god who once ruled these waters would rise from the ocean and into the islands, devouring innocent villagers and destroying temples along its path.
the gods and humans were furious at its actions. fed up with the destruction and death, they prepared a plan to thwart the serpent; a binding curse.
the serpent was cursed to spend its days rotting in a hidden island, where it was accompanied by its servants. it was also tasked with granting blessings to sailors passing through the rocky tides, where it weighed the sins of each individual to seal their fates.
but over the decades... the serpent grew bored and lonely. through a loophole, the serpent found a way to abduct humans. you see.. the serpent loves the colour white and pearls. so much so, it would use its voice, so alluring, to lure the poor victims who happened to wear such things. and once in the water, the serpent would drag the human to its temple where they would become its slave.. or worse...
its spouse."
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here you are today, telling the same tale in front of your young niece and nephew. "well, that's one way to get bitches." your nephew, Keona laughs. a scoffing Kehlani adds on, "nah, who would want to marry an overgrown slimy snake?"
"hey now, take that shit to grandma. she just assigned me to be your storyteller," you shrugged. "and this story has a real reasoning behind it, ok?"
"what? sexy sea snake destroying villages?"
"no, it's so that little rascals like you..." you drill both your index fingers onto their foreheads, "are easier to find if you ever get lost at sea."
how did i end up here...
facepalming yourself, you sigh. you were disappointed in yourself. how'd you let those little punks reel you in a dare? where was the self-respect? the dignity? seriously, breaking your grandmother's number 1 rule for what? 10 dollars?
you walk along the shore while wearing a flowy white shirt and neck encased in one of your mother's pearl necklaces. the dare was simple: successfully walk down the shoreline without chickening out and boom— an extra 10 dollars into your wallet.
you'd prove to the twins that you weren't scared of a little bedtime story. buuut just in case you did happen to go missing (for reasons that are totally not hungry sea serpent related), you brought essentials in a bag, left a letter for your family, and are currently being watched by the twins.
laughing at yourself for the paranoia, you nearly reach the edge of the walk until you hear a feminine wail from between the hidden rocks. is someone hurt? the sound was coming from beyond your finishing point so it wouldn't hurt to check, right?
signalling the twins to come over, you bend down to their heights, "listen, it sounds like someone's in trouble past those rocks. so I want you both to go grab the first aid kit and call Officer Holden over, 'kay?" they nod and scamper off into town.
approaching the rocks, you peek in to find a naked... mermaid?! observing her, you notice the torn skin on her iridescent tail and warily walk over to her. "uh... hey? hola? salve? hallo? i'm ah— good human! no... nooooo bad.."
you notice the air seems to smell... sweeter?
the woman looks up at you from the sand with pleading eyes, "please— please help me! my name is Coralie, my master, he—"
"woah, it's ok! you're safe, help is coming. uh, your master? did he do this to you? are you an underwater criminal?!"
a distant melodious voice interrupts you. Coralie's previously pained face now warps into a sinister grin as her wound disappears. she crawls towards you as your vision fogs up and your knees buckle to the soft sand. the song lulls you into a deep sleep, your body now being pulled into the shallow waters.
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you awake to the bright rays of sunshine and lungs filling in with fresh air. but the next in your line of sight knocked all the air out of your body again.
the luminous, barely-clothed body of an unknown man sat above you. his 9'7 self relaxed on the marble throne, with 2 pairs of eyes fixated on you. what the fuck is that?
you gawk at him, "holy mother of god..."
i'm not dreaming, am i?
his gaze shifts into amusement, "wrong. we gods do not have mothers. we were created."
"you're a... a god?"
"is it not obvious enough from my appearance? would you like to see another version of me?" the towering deity begins to warp into a feminine body as if it was melting and moulding itself. "is this preferable?" her new voice is flirtatious, genuinely curious.
then, she tries to warp into a third body. the transformation looks more painful than the one prior, it barely shifts halfway into a gruesome beast before returning back to its first body. he huffs while grasping his golden collar, "this... is not my original form. I have been cursed, long ago, to never set foot on human lands. this island is both my kingdom and prison."
you shakily stand up the marble floor, now noticing Coralie standing beside the throne with a pair of legs. slowly processing his words, you piece together the clues from his story and your memories of the abduction. this couldn't be...
"you are.. you're the sea serpent god! I can't believe grandma was right— shit, shit shit—"
he smirks at your panic, "correct. I am Anshumat; shapeshifter deity of the raging tides, granter of safe travels—"
"murderer and enslaver." you complete.
Anshumat roars, "correct again! you're on a strike, dear y/n. though trust me, my servants are treated well."
"..how do you know my name?"
"oh you poor thing, granny never told you? I know everything about you— a name is barely anything."
"told me what?"
"she used to be my cupbearer. until she escaped with that bastard traitor. isn't that right, Coralie?"
she nods, "yes, master."
"please sir, let me leave. my family— they'll search for me! I have a cat at home! I haven't even finished my favourite show.. so please..." you try to list more life goals.
he chuckled, "oh you are so amusing. and why would I do that? we've barely just been engaged, dear."
"what do you mean engaged?"
"I've been watching you since you took your first breath on earth, y/n. so imagine my surprise— to see you wrapped up in my favourite colour, like a pretty bride. you're my sacrifice."
fear tingles your spine, "wait, that was just a dare! i didn't really mean it!"
"doesn't matter. you will be my pearl."
"no! I have a family, a partner—"
"i said... it doesn't fucking matter." he slams his fist against the throne arm, "and you'll be seeing the head of that twat soon enough."
you don't give him a glance before you're turning your back and run down the staircase of the grand temple. careful not to trip, you focus on the flight of stairs, painfully aware of the loud footsteps approaching behind you. it doesn't take a second for Anshumat to pull on the collar of your shirt and slam you onto the staircase.
he sits atop you, lower region heavily grinding against your stomach. "get off me! don't you have hundreds of other options?! why me?!" you scream.
his bedazzled skin blocks your view of the sun, furious eyes glowing under his shadow, and sharp teeth bared into a snarl. "you do not get to leave me again. you will stay, and worship me. this island will be our eternal paradise."
large hands pressing against your throat, you struggle before darkness begins to cloud your vision.
"this time, you will live."
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lexa-griffins · 1 year
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Yeah sorry lmaooo the post I saw which was bashing a weather was about summer 😭😭 I got a really shitty memory. Ok, thanks for your answer !
😂 dont worry about it, but yeah, this is anti-summer blog 😤 sun is the number #1 enemy!! and you're welcome :)
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dcxdpdabbles · 7 months
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The Kid of Candles
Jason Todd has been living on the streets for a while now. Ever since his mom overdosed, he's been struggling to find shelter. He was doing better in the summer and fall, but now bitter winter had come to Gotham, and it was taking everything he had not to freeze to death.
There were a lot of kids like him and even more that went to sleep but never woke up after a snowstorm. Jason is still tiny, and very new, and that means he's an easier target. He has met kids who pretend to be kind in order to steal from him but he's also met some who were willing to share what little they had.
He wouldn't call them friends. Just other survivors. He is currently in a camp created by these survivors. Street kids have carved their own place on the streets simply by staying alive the longest, and casually they allow the smaller ones in for the bad weather with the understanding that the younger ones were to leave as soon as the sun was up.
He is trying to warm up next to the lit fire by one of the older street kids when a teenager stands on a little crate. The teenager starts tapping a piece of wood against a small amount of metal like they are trying to make a toast.
He's unsure about their gender; they always tell people they are not a girl or a boy, but they are the leader of the little pack of street urchins and the only ones willing to share the small blankets.
They go by Rowan, and Rowan adores campfire stories as if they were just some rich kids paying to go out into the woods and sleep in tents instead of shivering unwanted brats sleeping on rolled-up newspapers. Some street kids groan and roll their eyes, but not Jason.
Rowan's stories are the closest he can get now to books. Before, he would read and escape to the magical world found among letters away from his mother's addiction and the worsening living conditions. Books were his comfort and one of the things he missed the most from his home.
"Gather around, gather around children, and listen to the tale of the Kid of Candles!" Rowan starts, cracking their voice into a gleeful cackle. The older ones scoff, but the younger kids all turn their attention to the ringleader.
Jason moves away from the fire to sit right in front of the crate, pulling his knees to his chest as he settles. Someone takes his spot by the fire, and he hopes the story is worth the loss. "Long ago, when Gotham was first founded by Captain Jon Logerquist, he claimed to follow a bright white light that led him right to Gotham River after suffering the loss of his entire crew to a sea storm. He would have died had he not lit the last candle on the ship- a black candle. The candle attracted the attention of a unique child, who appeared on his deck among the bright light. A boy with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, and sharp teeth pulled into a kind smile."
The children gasped as even Jason leaned closer, captivated by Rowan's smooth voice. "Captain Jon Logerquist was able to rebuild his ship and return home to report the ideal location for a new city. The founding families, the Waynes, the Kanes, the Elliots, and the Cobblepots, all agreed to take the Logerquist's request and loaded their four family ships with volunteers to start Gotham. Still, they soon became lost when Captain Logerquist tragically passed along the trip. As he was the only person who knew the way, the new crew and civilians quickly panicked, getting further and further away from the location that would later be Gotham. They attempted to turn around, hoping to return home, but navigation tactics were not working. It was almost as if the waters and stars moved, wanting to claim as many victims as possible. This would later be known as Gotham's Orginal Curse."
Rowan paused to wiggle their fingers at the crowd of ten children and a few teenagers- the ones from Rowan's original gang- all made the appropriate ooooohhhhh sounds. Jason shivers as a storage sense of pressure settles around his shoulders. It felt like the city itself was listening to the tale. He wonders if anyone else felt it.
"They quickly ran out of food, and the passengers even began speaking of eating each other to survive. A young Wayne boy, one of the few who could read, found Logerquist's journal in his cabin and decided to try lighting a black candle while the adults argued." Rowan continues mimicking, opening a book, and lighting a candle. That's another thing Jason liked about Rowman's stories. They tended to act out some scenes, and it was highly entertaining.
"Just like before, a bright white light appeared before the lite black candle, and a boy with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, and a kind, sharp smile told the Waynes to follow him, which they agreed to. The three other family ships reluctantly followed when the Waynes broke away from the formation and arrived at Gotham. There, they found all the resources they needed to survive and riches beyond their wildest dreams. Since then, the Kid of Candles has appeared throughout Gotham's history, leading those who are lost to their homes whenever a black candle is lit. It is said to this day if you are genuinely lost and light a black candle, the Kid of Candles will appear but be warned, his assistance always comes with a price,"
Jason gasped as the pressure increased around him. Seriously how had no one else felt it yet? "What is the price?"
Rowan snaps their fingers at him with a sinister smile. "Death. When you ask the dead for help, they will ensure you join them as a repayment. Maybe not the same day, maybe not for years, but he will claim you eventually."
A few kids whimpered.
"Oh, knock it off, Rowan," A teenage girl snaps. "You're scaring the little ones with your stupid urban myths."
"Gotham myths are not stupid!" Rowan's gasps hurt. "They are the closest accurate account of Gotham's real history!"
"Sure, just like the Court of Owls and their Talons." the girl rolls her eyes.
"Those are real. The Court's Talons should not be taken lightly. They are far worse than the Kid of Candle. At least he is benevolent enough to help you home!"
Jason retreats to his corner of the abandoned warehouse factory, ignoring the bickering of the teenage gang. He sits with his back to the wall, his feet tucked close to his chest, and all his things squished between his body and a second wall on his right. It's uncomfortable but ideal for keeping what little he has safe and making it easier to get up and run should the need arise.
He found that the need came a lot more often than he liked. He nods off after trying to squeeze his body closely together to hopefully gather warmth.
The following day, a teenager kicks him in the side, sneering that the free space-time is over and Rowan wants him out in ten minutes. Jason doesn't have to be told twice, gathering his things and scurrying to the exit. As he passed Rowan, he offered the elder a nod of thanks, and the storyteller gave him a wink and grin.
They also press a black candle into Jason's palm. "Hey he brought me to my gang, so why can't he lead you?"
Jason smiles, no commenting, and pockets the candle without hesitation. He may need to sleep here again and doesn't think calling bullshit will be a smart move.
It's best not to offend the crazy leader. A day goes by where he panhandles out of the cop's sight, wandering around the city looking for some food, and even gets a rich guy to give him fifty bucks after asking politely, but he runs when he asks if he has somewhere safe to sleep.
All in all, not the worst day. That night, he returns to Rowan's place but is told they already have too many. Disheartened, Jason wanders to sleep under a bridge by Gotham River. As he shivers near the frozen water, he thinks of the black candle.
He has a few matches on him, and maybe the small candle can help him start a bigger fire to keep warm. Jason strikes his match The pressure from before returns making him waver for only a moment before he dares set the wake aflame.
A few seconds go by with nothing happening, and he's just about getting embarrassed for believing in a stupid urban legend when he's blinded by the brightest light he's ever seen. A floating boy with white hair, green glowing eyes, and a broad smile appears before Jason.
He screams, stumbling back to fall on his butt as the boy floats to touch the ground before him.
The boy smile widens. "Hello Jason, it's time to go home."
Jason runs, but it gives chase, throwing out directions. He attempts to do whatever it is- by going the opposite direction, but it's to no avail. Jason knows Gotham like the back of his hand and swears the streets are moving. Roads that are blocks away from each other are right around the corners he takes.
Soon, an unnatural light blue fog surrounds him, blocking his view of anything more than two feet before him. He glances over his shoulder, confirming the mist is coming from the glowing figure that flies behind him at an easy, steady pace.
He picks up his speed.
Jason doesn't understand what's happening, but he remembers Rowan's voice as he pumps his legs to go as fast as they can to the point they burn. This would later be known as Gotham's Orginal Curse."
Oh god, he's been cursed by the Kid of Candles!
"We're here. I hope you have a lovely life with your new family." The being suddenly says hand on Jason's elbow, causing the boy to trip over and hit against a large metal gate. The fog disperses like a blown-away candle, and the Kid of Candles vanishes in its smoke as the gates of Intercon turn on.
"Wayne Manor. Who might you-" a voice with a British accent speaks over the speakers, but Jason cuts them off with a frightful yelp.
"Help! Help! Please, he's going to kill me!" He shouts, eyes swinging around the new place he is. He thinks he doesn't recognize this place at all, which means he's somewhere out of the city- the outskirts. Where the wealthy live.
It would take a good two hours by car to get here, and The Kid of Candles got him here in ten by bending reality or something. And now Jason owed it something.
He owed it his death.
He crumbles into sobs, so terrified his heart feels like it will escape from his chest. "Please. I don't want to die. I don't want to die."
There is a long pause, where all Jason can hear is his own uneven breathing and the beating of his chest, before the gates swing open, and a slightly older teenager- probably around Rowan's age- is offering him a hand.
"Hi, I'm Dick. I think I can help you if you come inside."
Jason stares at the hand for a few seconds, but from the corner of his eye, he swears he sees a boy watching them and quickly takes the hand.
His right elbow has a new tattoo he never paid for. It's a burning black candle, right where the Kid had touched him. It's also the same tattoo on Rowan's right hand. Jason cries for hours when he finds it.
Years later, Jason will admit that the Kid of Candles truly did help him find a home. He would come to love Bruce like father, as the man took him in, mistaking Jason as an escapee of human trafficking, and was there to buffer the misunderstanding between him and Dick.
He would point out that Dick called him dad outside the house, and Bruce would sit his eldest down to ask if he was okay with an adoption. Dick would settle with the knowledge that Bruce didn't keep him around to fight crime, and he would open his heart to Jason as a brother.
He would grow to follow in his brother's footsteps and become Robin- after making sure Dick was okay with it- and would help his new father fight crime. When Jason is fourteen, he finds out his mother is not his biological, and he learns his real mom is still alive.
He asks Dick and Bruce for help to find her, so the three load the plane as the Waynes instead of the Bats, and thus they help put her away together when the met-up goes south.
She tries to sell them to the Joker, but Bruce overhears her and gets authorities to him in mere minutes, long before the Joker can meet up with her.
She is in cuffs and being led away from the warehouse where the Joker was going to wait for her.
In the chaos, Jason notices the glowing white-haired boy smiling at the warehouse entrance, but Jason doesn't go near it. Not even after it explodes, killing the Joker who was inside. Not even when Bruce holds them close, horrified that they could have been so close to the explosion- they were in civilian identities and needed to put up a show- but he does notice that the Candle on his elbow is shorter.
That night Jason traces the shorter melted candle and he knows he escaped death once more. He doesn't know how he knows but something deep within him knows the Kid of Candles hand something to do with it.
He would swing by Rowan's place as Robin and Jason Wayne to help them and their gang get off the streets.
Rowan would one day open a bookstore, where they would hold weekly storytelling, naming the store the Black Candle in thanks to the spirit that led them to his lifelong friends.
Jason will, however, never get over his fear of ghosts, not even when the same green fog would one night lead the neighbor's boy right to their yard. His little brother, Tim, thought The Kid of Candles was kind, handsome, and awesome (might be a crush in all honestly) but Jason will always know it was much more dangerous than meets the eye.
All things in Gotham are deadly beautiful like that.
The Waynes still have a drawer full of black candles they take out in the field, just in case.
(Danny Phantom watches Jason sleep, his protection core warming as the boy cuddles with Tim after his little brother admitted to a nightmare. He's glad they found somewhere that could offer everything they needed in a home.
A house and a home are two very different things, after all.
It reminds him of when he was alive.
A candle is flickered on somewhere in the city, and he blinks out of existence, ready to help- Steph- get away from her father. Hmmm, well, Bruce does have the space for more kids)
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jasontoddssuper · 6 months
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Jason:Speaking of high school,wanna see something?
Miles:*Nods with a curious look on his face*
Jason,taking out his wallet and showing him a picture of a younger Bruce in his Batman suit with Talia and a third person that's covered by his thumb:This is Dad,Mamí and-*Removes his thumb to reveal his Robin self*
Miles,letting out a burst of laughter:Oh my god,you used to be a dork!*Slaps his hand over his mouth and averts his eyes slightly*
Jason:Yeah.Now you know why i say i used to be like you,right?
Miles:Hey,i'm a dork but i'm a COOL dork!You didn't even wear pants!
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5: to staying brave through the floods (raise a glass!)
A/N: Chapter five! Keefe pov and he’s literally sitting there being sad or whatever <3 as he should
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Keefe lays on his bed with his arms behind his head and wants so hard it hurts.
It begins in his head, with the memories. ("I'm going to marry you someday." "No, you're not.") and spreads like disease, like wildfire. The longing, that is— most likely for the impossible, even though he can't quite put his finger on the cause.
It reaches his throat and the heart bobbing every time he swallows, beating too fast to be normal, reaching across his lungs and compressing them into a fist, sending tsunamis of hurt across his stomach. Jagged glass lodges itself in his sides, and it feels like nostalgia.
It isn't that he misses them, exactly—although he does, unbearably—but that their missing him has reached all the way to the Forbidden Cities. Keefe breathes in and feels his nostrils flare and smells Fitz's cologne like a phantom pain, a ghost of a scent, a ghost of a feeling, a ghost of a want.
It's this hotel room, filled to the brim with reasons to miss them. It's the empty space, the extra rooms he doesn't need, the space beside him on the bed for more than two other people, shadows filling up the corners and lights blinding him when he looks the other way. It's Candleshade, always there in the back of his mind with its endless empty floors and forgetful opulence, just more gold that doesn't mean anything.
Back then, he'd miss something he never had. Something like comfort.
Now, he waits for what doesn't miss him. Shouldn't miss him. He knows they want them back (he feels it in the pain in his stomach, a cramp worse with knowing that he had something and threw it all away) and he waits for them to stop.
For a moment, he wishes he were a telepath with Sophie's strength. So he could transmit, rest in a mind other than his own. But he knows that the temptation would be too great.
Part of the feeling too much that comes with empathy is the feeling too little, of remembering too many times when you stopped feeling because you wanted to. Keefe can count them if he wants to. And he wants everything.
When he closes his eyes, he sees eyes crinkled in the beginnings of a grin but not quite allowed to reach it. Dark skin and darker moods, hands cresting over his cheekbones with feather-light callus-hardened fingertips brushing his bottom eyelashes, laughs polished to a shine and smiles harsher than a winter breeze and—
Keefe opens his eyes.
A pile of notes and letters wait in a shoebox under his bed, barely filled after the few he's written and found. They pull him off the bed in a stupor, an unfinished story waiting to be written. Is he writing it for them or for him?
Keefe finds he cares less and less about the answer these days.
He has had enough of wanting.
Dear Linh,
I want to know how you're still brave when you've been taught how to live terrified all your life.
See, you navigate a world that hates your guts for a mixture of things you can't control and mistakes you made in the past. And you're happy. You seem happy. Are you happy?
I wish I could send this so you could answer. If I were brave like you, maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn't run at all.
The thing is, my parents tried to teach me to be strong. They tried to teach me to be tough, to be persistent, to take yes for an answer and nothing else.
I like to think I know you, but I know that's not true. I might be the empath, but you know me much better than I know you. It isn't that I don't pay attention. I do.
But you were raised to be weak. To cower. To say yes to those that won't take a no, to sit back when your power tells you to stand, to be scared and lonely and young and stay that way.
You and Tam are opposites in every way. He's bitter and you're sweet. You're a wave gliding gently to shore and he's an arrow cutting through fire to land in flesh. He has his regrets, and I don't think you do. I think you've invented a new kind of fear, the kind where you forget it. The kind where it turns to determination, a different sort of bravery, a different sort of knowing you can be forgotten. And replaced.
Tam puts on an angry mask to hide how terrified he is.
You put on a kind mask to conceal how angry you are. All the time. Turning you into a hurricane, a tempest, something not found because no one knows to look for it. No one except an enhanced empath.
When we saved Atlantis, I felt your heart. Emotions are more telling than thoughts, sometimes, and I know you know that even better than I do.
Emotion from you feels like a flood. A wave. Makes sense, right? That your heart is full of tsunamis?
I wish you could read this. So you know that someone notices. Someone sees. I see you. You aren't a figure in the fog anymore. You aren't wrapped up in shadows. You're a saltwater tear dripping down earth's cheek, and you know how to turn into an ocean.
You're the girl of many floods. Let your ability define you. Let your ocean swallow you.
That's just what you have to do sometimes. Let yourself remember and don't make yourself forget. Stay awake in the dark and try not to stare at the stars to ground yourself in outer space. I think that's what a star is. A tether. Be your own anchor.
But what do I know? My anchor is sand at the bottom of my ocean. I'm floating free.
Please don't make my mistakes. I hide myself away. You’re braver than that. Please make yourself seen.
You're the last person who would ever need my advice.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I admire you. And you're strong enough to bear the flood.
Love,
Keefe
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Summer sweethearts🪷
As the last wisps of warm summer air caressed our intertwined souls, we fell apart. Faited lovers never to cross paths again.
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