#Storm Speaks ⛈
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Sharing an apartment with JASON TODD was certainly an interesting experience. Like playing 'What's In That Box?', but the metaphorical box is every drawer in your home. You've found silencers where you store your cutlery, knives in your pantry, and a fully loaded gun next to the toilet (God only knows why he thought that was a good idea).
Jason claims it was for protection, your protection, but you'd hurt yourself more times with them than actually defending yourself. It's not your fault he put his combat knife right next to the soap in the kitchen. Eventually, enough was enough and you made him put everything in one of his various safe houses. And he did it, of course, because it was you.
You went about your life without the fear of cutting yourself on a hidden knife or freaking out because of a random gun stored where you kept the toilet paper. It was nice.
Until you realized that he didn't actually stop.
He just got better at hiding them.
How did you find this out? A plumber had come out to fix your sink and found a loaded pistol hidden in-between the piping. After very a lame excuse as to why exactly there was a loaded gun there (It's Gotham, he's probably seen worse, right?) You were about to confront Jason.
Then you realize.
He's not gonna stop.
He wanted you safe. He needed that reassurance. He needs a backup if he isn't enough. And then a backup to that backup. And so on and so forth. He needed to protect you.
"Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"If you're gonna hide your shit, can you be better at it? Oh, we also definitely need to find a new plumber."
#jason todd x you#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd headcanon#jason todd fluff#red hood#red hood x reader#storm speaks ⛈#storm shorts ☁️#this is so bad 😭#it's literally 3 in the morning#dc comics x reader#dc x reader
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Eye of The Storm ⛈| Six of Crows Imagine
Takes place during the events of Shadow & Bone S2
My Masterlists
Characters & Pairings: Crows x Squaller/Saint!Reader (platonic), Kaz Brekker x reader (slight/eventual)
Content Warnings: fighting, blood, profanity, cannon divergence | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 4.9k
Requested 📨: yes/no
Premise: As the Crows make their way back to the Slate following their climatic dethronement of Pekka Rollins, they are ambushed by his supporters with no plan of action to escape. As they slowly accept their fate, what was once a clear night is rained upon with lightning and thunder in its wake. Having beat the odds of meeting one living Saint in their lifetime, the Crows are stunned when their savior, a player in the ever unfolding drama in Ravka, is the legend in stories of restoring life in the world when all hope was lost.
Note: although the Saint name I give is not Y/n, it’s still a reader insert and explains more at the end (it’s not an OC) also I know Zoya is called Sankta Zoya of the Storm but I have yet to get to her arc so for this the reader has powers equivalent to her
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The sirens had finally seized, concluding the hysteria in the streets of Ketterdam once it was revealed the Firebox outbreak was a hoax. Constructed by none other than the Bastard of the Barrel and his thieves amongst men, the Crows. After years of heated tension, and guided vengeance, against Pekka Rollins, Kaz Brekker succeeded in his plans of putting down the Lion that had ruined his life. Constant mental torture as he manuevered his players on their chestboard now able to rest.
“Where were you?” His voice was raspy, face still painted with his blood from the beating as he addressed Inej when she appeared from the shadows. They had been making their way back to the Slat. Nina, Wylan, and Jesper were flanked beside him, the dimly lit street light shining down on the group. Inej had been the only one not accounted for, flooding Kaz with anxiety mixed with anger that she strayed from the plan.
“I--.”
A gloved hand came up, stopping her. “Actually, I’d rather not hear what you have to say.” he wanted to shout. Reprimand her for being so foolish. Voice how her actions could’ve gotten her or one of them hurt because they had no idea where she was.
Despite these desires, the pain in Kaz’s body was too much and he was in need of a strong drink. Inej narrowed her eyes, but the man brushed past her leaving the others to send her looks of sympathy. Falling in step, the group followed behind Kaz, making note of how empty the streets were at that time of night. It was eerie. Yeah they may have caused an uproar with their little stunt, but they assumed there’d still be people out and about.
Dance halls and clubs are empty. The markets closed for business. Not a soul in sight. Wylan was the first to speak, “I’ve never seen it this quiet.”
“Very odd if I must say,” Jesper agreed, unconsciously letting his hands fall to where his guns strapped to his belt. His intuition was picking at his brain at the feeling that something wasn’t right.
“Wouldn’t be surprised if someone’s plotting now that Pekka is gone,” Inej made note of their surroundings. They were only a block from the Slat. Soon they’d be in the comfort of their home, able to bask in the relief they pulled their task off. A warm cup of tea by the fireplace before it came time for bed. Inej was looking forward to it.
But unfortunately, fate had other plans.
Nina suddenly froze, “Stop,” all movement seized, heads turning to the heartrender. Unease consumed them as they took in the sudden paleness of her appearance. “I hear heartbeats.” There was a subtle gulp, the woman adding in a low tone, “a lot of heartbeats.”
Tensing, they were met with the sounds of footsteps approaching from every angle. Inej pulled out her knives, as did Jesper with his guns. Wylan clutched his satchel to his chest, thinking of what he could use to help them out of this situation, though the odds were not looking good. Meanwhile, Kaz reversed his steps while the others spun around, the Crows forming a circle with their backs to one another, Kaz keeping space between him and Jesper. Allowing them a full view of the square.
They watched the herd of men step into the light. Revealing themselves with menacing eyes filled with vengeance. Kaz tensed, recognizing them as Pekka’s men.
Well the ones still loyal to the King of the Barrel. Several had already pledged their support to Kaz or took the chance to ditch town while they had the opportunity. Yet, here was a group of at least twelve, likely part of Pekka’s inner circle who’ve taken the actions of Kaz more personally. Those who refused to kneel. The young criminal should’ve known better than to expect a sudden shift in power would come easily to him.
“We have no business with you, gentlemen,” Kaz spoke with a level of calm that surprised even him. Deep down he was consumed with nerves seeing he and the Crows were severely outnumbered.
“Oh, but we do,” a gruff voice replied. Kaz’s eyes drifted to the owner, who’s hand mavuevered over his gun. “See, some of us are not too pleased with your little show tonight, Brekker. And we’ll be damned before claiming you as the King of the city.”
Jesper tilts his head slightly, whispering under his breath, “What do we do, boss?” Beside him Wylan was visibly freaking out. Nina raised her hands, ready to counter any attacks while Inej tightened the grip of her knives.
“This is it,” Kaz thought, clutching onto his cane. No ideas surfaced to help them escape. Accepting his time was up. Though he was going to fight for his Crows, the Bastard of the Barrel was ready to come to terms with his fate.
But before anyone could make the first room, a crack of lightning followed by its booming thunder shook the ground. Several flinched, including the crows, some of the Dime Lions stumbling by how close and sudden the element was to them. Rainfall began to pour down the once clear sky. Dark clouds covering the stars and skies.
The rain was thick, drenching everyone from head to toe. Their clothes became heavy. Had it not been for the skewing of their visibility, making them struggle to see where they were, they’d be annoyed by their state. But there were more important things at stake.
The storm made it hard to see. Only getting a glimpse of shapes and figures when flashes of lightning in the near distance hit the earth. Coupled with its thunder. Kaz barely could make out the enemy, bringing his cane up for any sudden attacks.
“What’s happening?” Wylan shouted, gurgling when the water hit mouth. “What do we do?”
“I-I--,” Kaz stuttered, the feeling of nausea swarming him at the cold, wet, rain hitting his face. It brought him back to the worst days of his life. Floating on top of cold, wet, bodies in the harbour, begging the Saints to save him. The man wanted to crawl away and hide. Yet the fear of not knowing what waited for them when the rain stopped kept him from falling to his knees in a panic.
“Hey! You there!” the same man from before shouted, Kaz squinting his eyes to see him raise his gun only to be thrown back by an invisible force of wind. His partner beside him went down next, though what hit him appeared to be a beam of light.
Kinda like a lightning bolt.
“What the hell was that?!” Inej shouted over the thunder.
‘A Squaller?’ Kaz thought to himself, watching another bout of wind sweep his oncoming attacker off their feet. He had not heard of another Grisha roaming the streets of Ketterdam. Surely if a squaller were inhabiting the area he’d know.
Using the butt of his cane Kaz knocked him out unconsious. When he glanced back up, his eyes landed on a cloaked figure standing on the roof of a nearby building. The rain made it impossible to make out their face. But judging by the way they moved their hands, and the fact his enemies were being bombarded by gusts of air, their savior was in fact an Ethereaki.
But what kind exactly?
At first Kaz believed they had to be a Squaller due to the wind. Yet, he then witnessed the rain shift direction, and water from a puddle shoot up to hit a man about to attack Wylan. A Tidemaker would better fit that description, however Kaz wasn’t aware of a Grisha able to control both air and water.
“I don’t know,” Jesper responded, shooting at an assailant he saw racing toward them, “But I’ve never been so happy for a thunderstorm as I am now.” At that moment Kaz realized nobody else noticed the mysterious person on the roof. His attention turned to Jesper beside him, oblivious to the help he was getting from a fellow Grisha. Turning back to the roof, expecting to see the cloaked individual, but they were gone.
As the fight commenced the storm ensued. Thunder overpowering the sound of pelting rain and gunshots. The Crows fought for their lives as the number of Dime Lions against them decreased. Nina managed to incapacitate several as did Jesper and Inej. The fight came to a climatic end with the last one standing was, quite, literally, hit with a lightning bolt causing the Crows to freeze where they stood.
Smoke filled the space, and when it cleared they were met with the mysterious being. Rain pelting down on them, however they seemed to pay no mind. As though it were a natural occurrence. It was still hard to see them. The streetlight candles had been blown out from the rain and wind, and the moon was covered by the clouds. Both those combinations obscured the face of their savior.
Nina raised her hands, ready to defend the group but Kaz motioned for her to stop, causing confusion amongst the rest. Who was this person and what did they want? And why was Kaz not doing anything?
“Well,” their voice, a feminine one at that, breached the once silent square. “That was entertaining if I’m being honest. Been a while since I’ve squabbled with angsty men,” she chucked, “but I was in dire need of practice.” Now hearing the woman speak clearly, they were able to identify her Ravkan accent. For Nina, her heart nearly stopped.
“I know that voice.” she felt the eyes of everyone, including the woman, on her. Hands lowering to her side, Nina's face etched into pure astonishment. Adding more confusion to the group who were at a loss of who this woman was.
“Oh!” The woman chuckled, not commenting on Nina’s words, “Apologies for the storm, let me just--,” they watched in stunned silence as her right hand rose, displaying a motion before the rain slowed and stopped altogether. Then with two fingers, she waved them around causing the clouds above to dissaperate, allowing the moon to shine down.
“Did she just--.” Jesper whispered to Inej, who’s expression resembled that of witnessing a miracle. “Can squallers summon thunderstorms? I thought that was a myth.”
Inej blinked rapidly, voice so low the others barely made out her reply. Tone in absolute awe, “Only one can.”
“One?” Kaz repeated, feeling a wave of unease beneath his skin.
Water from puddles splashed as the woman walked forward, stepping into the ray of light. The Crows, now able to see her fully, were greeted with her (y/h/c) hair and bearing dazzling grey eyes like the storm clouds she’d summoned. She appeared to be slightly older than the group, possibly by a few years. Then again Grisha were known to age slower than regular folk. For all they know she could be in her 50s. Look at the Darkling, who passed as a man in his early 40s to the naked eye but had lived for nearly 400 years.
Adorned in a deep grey kefta, the white and blue embroidery etched on resembled lightning bolts along with tiny drops of rain. It was unlike any kefta the Grisha wore. Those in the Ravka’s Second Army, with the exception of the Darkling, wore certain colored keftas and embroideries to signify their order. But to the knowledge of the Crows, no Grisha wore grey.
“Saints,” Nina gasped, jaw dropping slightly, causing the woman to smirk.
“Now, now,” she playfully tsked, “I’m not above swearing, but considering that applies to me….” her smirk never faltered, “I’m sure you can understand.”
Jesper’s head spun, looking between his comrades to see they were reacting the same way, “I’m sorry, are you saying that you’re--.”
Nina beat him to it, “Sankta Imber of the Drought.” Inej gasped, as did Wylan. The former repeated the name in wonder, falling to her knees in respect, “Sankta Imber….”
Kaz tightened his grip on his cane, mind racing to remember the tale behind the name. Who’s story was passed down from generation to generation for centuries. Who, like the Darkling and the Sun Summoner, was said to be either myth or once lived but suspected of perishing long ago.
Legends say that Sankta Imber of the Drought had been born in the century following the creation of the Fold. A farmer's daughter in the region of East Ravka, her family lived through the period where the country was stricken with a severe drought lasting over a hundred years, beginning not long after the Black Heretic disappeared. With no rain bringing water to the crops came a deadly famine. Hundreds of people and animals were lost, not only due to starvation and dehydration, but also illness. The economy in all of Ravka crumbled. Both States were fighting against each other for resources, as the food supply from East Ravka to West was now scarce. An increase in fires and dust bowls destroyed a lot of ecosystems, further deteriorating the country.
What was left of it that is.
There was little to no hope, with even prayers to the Saints to help them becoming meaningless words. Those still worshiping begged for a savior. The one who would bring the rain and storm. Ending the drought. Releasing them from the famine.
The idea a Squaller could summon a powerful storm was unheard of. Being able to bring forth powerful winds, rain, and possibly lightning and Thunder? Surely a Grisha of sorts would be only known by folklore. Especially given Tidemakers were the ones to control water.
Yet, it all changed one day as the 104th year of the drought approached.
“You’re more powerful than you think, Imber,” Baghra's stern voice echoed in the cave. Sitting opposite of her, with her head down and tear stains painting her cheeks, 15-year-old Imber Egorova made a sound Baghra could only assume was a whimper. “Denying it will do you no good. It will do this country no good.”
“How do you know?” The girl whispered, voice hoarse from crying following another gruesome 12 hour training day. “What makes me different from any other Squaller here?” She referred to the 20 other Squallers residing on the Little Palace grounds. Though some trained with the renowned Gisha teacher, none experienced the level of intensity Imber did.
“No Squaller here has shot someone 80 yards by their power during an exercise,” Baghra rebutted, causing Imber to wince at the memory. The reason why she was suddenly called to Baghra’s cave in the first place. From then on Imber barely got a lick of sleep or time to eat a proper meal.
The older woman gave a pointed look, “nor have they been able to summon electricity.” Ignoring Imbers stunned expression, she continued, “yes, girl, I know what you did when your sister’s heart stopped before you came here. Why your family was so willing to let you go after the testers proved you were Grisha,” Baghra leaned back in her chair, face void of emotion. “Ravka has not seen more than a few inches of rain since this drought began. No storms. And with the famine,” there was a light pause, “It’s claimed more lives than the Fold.”
Imber shuddered at the mention of Ravka’s darkened entity. Not wanting to think about its black abyss swimming with volcra.
“The point is, child,” Baghra captured her attention once more, “Besides the Sun Summoner, you could be the one to end part of Ravka’s suffering. But that will not happen if you cannot believe it yourself.”
Weeks shy of her 16th birthday, Imber received a letter from her father, which would change not only her world, but the one around. After contracting a bacteria from contaminated pond water, her mother and sister succumbed to a deadly illness after only a week. Her father had buried them on their land by the dead oak tree where they used to have picnics before Imber was taken to the Little Palace.
Distraught and riddled with unbearable pain, Imber collapsed to her knees in the middle of the courtyard, crumbling the letter in her hands. Her peers were silent, staring at her with sympathy. Unsure of what to say to the grieving teen, despite many knowing the exact feeling Imber was feeling.
Sorrow, anguish, regret. Never having the chance to correct wrongs or make memories with the loved onces they longed for. The cries of the Grisha filled the otherwise silent courtyard.
Suddenly, a rumble came from the sky..
Imber didn’t hear it over the sound of her sobs. Her companions, however, drew their attention upward, where they were greeted by a sight unimaginable. What once was a clear blue canvas, barely any clouds to begin with, transformed to that of a dark shadow. Wind, so powerful they thought a Squaller was responsible, nearly sent them off their feet.
“What’s happening?” A girl shouted, though they had difficulty hearing her due to the mix of rumbling overhead and breeze of wind.
“I don’t know!” the boy, a Tidemaker, beside her squinted, “Imber!” He lifted a hand to protect his eyes while focusing his view on the kneeled Grisha. A flash of light where her hands were plaed on the ground had him flinching. ‘What in the---.’ The spark occured once more. Chills filled his entire being as his eyes became saucers, falling to a whisper. “Saints above.”
Witnessing the sparks, an Inferni moved closer, ignoring the warning sent by the Tidemaker. “What is she doing?” His answer came by being blasted back by a gust of wind.
Imber let out a broken scream, head tilting back toward the sky as bolts of lightning released from her hands, igniting bouts of thunder in its wake. Gasps and shouts echoed around the Squaller from fellow Grisha and palace guards. The group behind her ran to find cover as the wind became too much, sending barrels and crates flying. Lightning and thunder, the duo reuniting as lost friends.
A sight to behold.
As the tears rolled down Imber’s cheeks, heavy rain soon replaced them. Drenching the lands of East Ravka for the first time in a hundred years.
For hours the girl remained kneeling on the grounds of the courtyard. Alone as everyone had seeked shelter within the Palace walls, letting the water from above coat her. The kefta she bore grew heavy. She paid no mind to it.
It wasn’t until she began to shiver from the freezing atmosphere that Imber retreated inside. Coming face to face with the reality of what transpired. As two guards escorted her to the throne room, Imber barely took notice of her peers watching the storm draw on from the windowsills. Some glanced at her in a mix of wonder, awe, and fear. Fear at the unknown, but wonder at what will be known.
Entering the throne room Imber was greeted by the King, Queen, Baghra, and the General of Ravka’s Second Army. Whereas the country’s monarchs were visibily bewildered at Imber, Baghra appeared impressed in comparison to the General’s excitement. Nerves consumed her on top of the immense grief Imber was experincing. Rain continued pelting the windows and roof of the Little Palace. Every once in a while, the occupants in the room flinched at the crack of thunder.
Upon making eye contact with the King, Imber bowed her head, curtseying as best she could with the weight of her soaked kefta. From there she underwent an hour of intense interrogation at the hands of the King and General. Baghra was questioned as well. Admitting she suspected the scale of Imber’s power but decided to stay quiet until the time came. The General, while pleased to know the world’s most powerful Squaller was among his ranks, voiced concern at the possibility of their enemies discovering her.
“Ravka has been praying for the day storms finally wash over her,” his tone was calm, almost haunting. Imber couldn’t look away as he moved toward her, tear stains painting her cheeks. “To save them from this wretching drought. Bring an end to this famine that has wiped away countless lives. Rain has touched grounds for the first time in over a century, Miss. Egorova. The people of Ravka are going to celebrate you. Erect statues on your name for being the hope they prayed for all these years.” he halted directly in front of her, keeping hold of her gaze it sent another wave of chills not relating to the cold clothes Imber wore.
“You are now the symbol of this dark period coming to its end. You are Sankta Imber of the Drought.”
“The storm lasted a fortnight, dispersing across Ravka’s lands until every inch had been touched by lightning. Yet the rain continued for months on end after the winds disappeared,” Nina recited the story etched into her brain. The crows silent as they took in her words. “Many say it was the raw grief of Imber losing her family that the storms were so strong. The constant rain marked as a symbol of her time in mourning.” The crows familiar with loss could relate. Kaz, Jesper, and Inej looking elsewhere than the Grisha.
Nina let out a breath, “Now whenever a powerful storm appears in Ravka, locals believe it to be Sankta Imber reminding them they will never experience a drought again. Famine will never touch their lands so long as she remains. Rain will be their protector, and she will be its champion.”
At the end of the Heartrender’s tale, Imber clasped her hands behind her back. “Nice to see my reputation still precedes me after all these years.” Chuckling, she took another step toward the group, “Still odd to hear myself spoken like a myth when I still live and breathe the same air as you.”
Again, no words could describe what the Crows were feeling at that moment. No one however was more shocked than Nina herself. And her reasons were far more than just being in the presence of a living Saint. “But you…”
Imber’s smirk turned to a soft smile, “Been some time since our last acquaintance, Nina Zenik.”
All eyes turned to the brunette, Kaz the first to speak, “What?” Not only was his mind racing, but now it was full of questions and doubts. They knew each other? But judging by Nina’s reaction, it was not all that meets the eye. She was stunned beyond belief like they were. “Care to explain, Zenik?”
Tensing by the tone of his voice, Nina sent him a light glare, “I don’t know her as Sankta Imber,” her eyes returned to the Grisha, this time showcasing betrayal as the memory of the woman in a blue kefta like her fellow Squallers appeared in her mind. “But as Commander Y/n Tempestasov of the Second Army.” Everyone felt the shift in the air at the mention of the Darkling’s army.
Why was one of the Darkling’s soldiers, a Saint at that, coming to them in the middle of the night? Traveling across the sea and saving them from Pekka’s men. There had to be a reason.
Kaz tightened the grip he had on his cane. Thinking back to events of the past several months. He would’ve recognized Imber, or Y/n, whatever she wanted to be called--at the Winter’s Fete. The kefta was unique; it would've captured anyone’s attention. As a powerful Squaller, Kirigan surely wanted her close to his side. Yet the Grisha had not been present on the skiff nor did Alina mention anything of meeting another living Saint.
Then there was the fact that the legends of Sankta Imber of the Drought were from nearly 300 years ago. It was believed she had died or dissapeared roughtly 20 years after she brought the storm to Ravka.
Meaning she’s been hiding in plain sight for centuries. A ghost among the living. Playing the role of a Second Army soldier under a false name to preserve her identity.
Another chuckle brought Kaz out of his thoughts, “Allow me to fill in the blanks, Crows,” Imber smirked at their reaction, “yes I know who you are. Do not doubt Nina’s loyalty--the last time we saw each other I was a different person. Roughly eight years if I’m correct,” bringing a hand to her chin, the Saint acted like she was deep in thought, “You’d only just arrived at the Little Palace before I escaped.”
“Escaped?”
Imber retained her posture, more serious than the initial laid back she had presented, “You’ve witnessed the evil General Kirigan is capabale of first hand.” they stayed silent, but each of their expressions faltered. “I discovered the scale of it a long time ago, after he made me a prisoner of the Little Palace under the guise of a trainer.” Nina bowed her head, the memory of Commander Y/n paroling the grounds where the Etherealki trained. She always appeared detached, but was kind to the young Grisha who had not yet succumbed to the corruption of the Darkling. “He was responsible for everyone believing I had died or dissapeared. After instilling fear in me at the thought of being captured by enemies, he had me locked in the caves of the Little Palace.” Inej let out a gasp, face consorting with sadness.
Imber shrugged, “sooner or later people stopped searching for me. Unaware I was close the entire time despire my storms becoming a blanket over Ravka for years. I was all but the myth you’ve heard.” Turning her head to Nina, Imber offered a soft smile, “It was years before he let me out. When he did I was named Commander under a false name and trained Grisha for centuries. Changing my name each time he did because someone asked too many questions and we had to clean up his mess. Y/n Tempestasov is the recent name of the many I’ve gone by. Frankly it’s my favorite if I’m being honest.”
“Would you prefer it if we called you that?” Wylan raised his hand, resulting in a side eye from Kaz at his formality. The Saint, however, smiled at him, “I’d like that. Imber Egorova…” she trailed off, connecting her gaze with Kaz as though she read him like a book. “She is of the past.”
Ignoring the weight on his chest, knowing damn well what the Saint was refering to, Kaz changed the subject. “Enough sentiment. You still haven’t said why you’re here.” The sound of his cane echoed on the pavement when he moved closer to her. “The Darkling might be dead but how are we to trust you’re not doing his bidding.”
The woman scoffed, obviously offended by the assumption, “Believe me, I hate the man more than anyone. Probably more than you and Alina combined.”
Jesper made a face of shock, voicing what they all thought, “You know Alina?”
“She sent me,” Y/n mused, shocking them more when she added, “And Kirigan is alive.”
“How is that possible?” Inej wondered aloud, unable to grasp the news.
“Turns out his own creation did not kill him after all. Instead he used merzost to create shadow monsters. Monsters that can only be destroyed with a certain blade that, like me, is also a legend.”
“Neshyenyer,” Kaz narrowed his eyes, waiting for her to call bluff. Y/n smirked in response.
“That is where you come in. We have some mutual friends, and they sent me to retrieve you lot to find the sword. Said you were the best of the best.” Hand going into her pocket, she removes a rolled parchment tied with a ribbon. “For your cooperation, the King of Ravka plans to generously compensate you.” She held it out to Kaz, “For you, Dirtyhands.”
He ignored the name, deciding not to question the depth of her knowledge on him and the Crows, and instead took the parchment. Once unfolded, he read the message inked onto its surface, detailing the extent of the mission and amount of kruge to be paid. He stopped at the name signed at the very end, ‘Nikolai Lantsov.’
‘Mutual friends,’ he remembered she said. Intuition telling him it was not only Alina and Mal the Saint referred to. Only person Kaz recalled that could likely be said aquaintance was a certain privateer.
Footsteps wandering away had the man look up, finding Y/n to take her leave. Kaz and Jesper flanked to his sides, the whole group watching her depart. “Come along, Crows,” she called out, the playfulness returning. “A storm is approaching.” light rain began to fall once more, followed by the sound of thunder in the distance. Kaz pictured the smile on her face by the tone of her voice. “And we’ve got work to do.”
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Hi! I was wondering if one of my favorite authors had any new thoughts or theories on the new book know that we have a title in place?
I personally hope with the title we will get more xaden contain through dual povs throughout vs not just at the end!
howdy!! my first thoughts were just internal screaming tbh. I’m very excited. I pre-ordered both versions already. I’m locked in.
some of my (many) questions / worries / thoughts (more to come later probably)
onyx = his eyes, storm = her lightning… probably
I really hope we get more Xaden pov! I think we will, as the “special edition” doesn’t mention bonus chapters in his pov like the fourth wing special edition did. but it would be so sad to watch his thoughts slowly turn evil and watch him deteriorate 😭
are we picking back up right where we left off? if we are, my bet for the opening scene or somewhere in the first few chapters is gonna be the three siblings going through their mom’s office / burning her stuff 🥺
how fast does one “turn” after they become venin? like how long do we have to save him? he seems to be cognizant and “himself” right now, but what has to happen for him to slip and lose that control? is it only a matter of time, or is he gonna be okay if he just doesn’t pull from the earth again?
like, Jack touched Dain and he immediately broke down in pain and left dead gray handprints on his skin. how long until X starts doing that too, and he can’t hold Violet anymore? and is Dain okay? is he scarred for life now, or did it go away after a while? 🥺
speaking of Dain… what’s the deal with his dad? I don’t trust that guy literally at all. I would love to see Dain stand up to him more and stop being the perfect obedient and trusting son and give his old man the what for, like a real face to face confrontation and demand answers. I want him to be as ruthless with his dad as Brennan was with their mom (only Mr. Aetos truly deserves it)
and in general I want more of Dain’s redemption arc! but that’s just me, I know other people don’t like him as much as I do (which is a lot, so…)
we can’t forget poor Sgaeyl… I hope we see more of her relationship with Violet in this one, if Xaden is truly detached from his dragon now (how does that work?) she can’t be away from Tairn, anyway, so…
also… there are so many people who might not have survived the battle… :( we know the first years and Vi and Brennan are safe, because they were there fixing the ward stone, and I’m pretty sure sawyer made it through, but everyone else…? though I’m not too worried about that, it think it would be really cheap of her to be like, oh by the way, ____ died. I’d never forgive her lol
speaking of dead people, are we getting more Liam in this book again? I couldn’t handle it… but there’s a group of people on Reddit who are very convinced that Vi can see dead people as her signet from Andarna, which I don’t really believe (they disconnected her from Tairn at the time, so she probably couldn’t reach Andarna’s power either. and side note: think of how fucking haunted Basgiath must be. half the class dies before they can graduate, and it’s been there for hundreds of years presumably.)
that’s all I have for now. I’m sure I’ll reblog this later to add more / make this a kindof thoughts thread, but I’m always down to theorize with y’all in my inbox too! 🖤⛈
#liz.txt#fourth wing#answered#onyx storm#onyx storm thoughts#empyrean 3#iron flame spoilers#fourth wing spoilers
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🌦Ritual Divinity⛈
Symbolism below (very long text warning, optional reading)
GENERAL
Hair:
Personal power
Connection between Priest and God
Tentacles:
Symbol of want, desire, curiosity. An extension of the mind similar to hands
Biological feature, true nature
Poses indicate desires, movement of energy; akin to facial expressions
Symmetry:
Tantra, symbolic of the mirroring of the Divine in the Human as well as the Divine Union in the Triptych of Mental-Real-Material. Mirrors and uniting
Navy blue:
Unites ocean, day, night, + primordial ocean. Void and reality.
In-between, the joining factor
The place where things meet and are stirred
LOCATIONAL
PRIEST
Lines:
Gold: Metal, Earthly divinity, substantial
Respect, allowance of the subjective nature of the self to be respected rather than criticised
Sun:
Storm Mother & her reach and influence
Blood: Giving and taking, cycles of Divine Motherhood involving both the violent birth and violent ends and therefore rebirths of Earth and Sky’s children
Triangles (shading): Womanhood
Hair:
Wild, moving outwards from source. Spreading water like mountains, scattering it wildly
Rook wings: Rooks are a personal connection between Priest and God. Rooks flying overhead herald in heavy rain and storms
Ivory white: Personal power colour, symbolic of both sky things but mostly the earthly ones. Growth, fertility, the power that comes with them
Eyes:
Red fire: Outwards power and gaze of both the Storm Mother + (another). The mental, speaking to the way the Priest’s mind interacts with and breaks down like a fire that which is perceived
Black: Left unknown, purposely
Red + Green: The mind housed in a physical body
Mouth:
Canine symbolism, work done off plane for Leviathan. Mouth of God
Reflective of personal relationship with speaking and civilised humanity, disconnect from both
Vesica pisces: Both speaking + consuming for the Trimurti; the hidden nature of possession where the vessel becomes eyes for the possessor; triptych nature of the body, the self as an expression of all Laws and all Realms
Navy blue: (in-between symbolism)
Arms:
Claws as a personal symbol, a symbol of personal power and relationship to the colour black, black birds, and the sky
Synonymity of human beings with animal world
The brimming of otherness in the Priest, inherent disconnect from the average blanket of humanity
Tantra: Connecting with the true nature and divinity of the self, the body and the spirit, the animal and the god, and the uniting of all ways of seeing - both entirely coinciding with everything and being purely singular
Six arms: A manifestation of the Laws, and embodying personal power in the connection to Cause and Effect as the Weaver. Not existing outside oneself but being a product of the interplay of all parts of Creation and also singular
Three pairs: Stable in oneself, giving (surrender of the Self), and channelling as revelation of energy respectively. Also controlling/directing the self, seducing (power over the Other), and channelling as taking from the source respectively.
Stretch Marks:
Connection to the Storm Mother’s power, gatherer of the electrical currents; internal power and personal power relating to the understanding and presence the Priest has in the Mental
Expansion of power, physical strength and presence, unbound and powerful body
Genitals:
Mouth: Point of consuming and regurgitating, references the Law of Cause and Effect and the Earth and their input-output-based natures in a personified way, continuously reaching out and consuming, tasting, interacting with the external world in order to recreate it
Teeth: Part of the mouth symbolism while also being gated off, aggressive to the external, selective in who it lets in
Black: Masculinity - inwards moving, subtle, transformative, reserved, meditative
White: Femininity - Encompassing, vibrant, blinding, outwardly powerful
Three tongues: Tongues reflective and input-output-input(-etc) basis of reality, the self as an expression and expressor of reality.
The three tongues are separate but work as one like the Triptych of Mental-Real-Material
Additionally, they also represent the power of the Trishula, the consumption and redirection of power
External (spiralling) decoration: Spirals are a personal symbol for masculine gender. Plant-esque or flower-esque, a representation of gender
Internal decoration: (Biological) sex, physical self detached from personhood, place of doorways and consumption
Background:
Throne:
Navy blue: in-between, divinity in being unplaceable, connection to the Sky-Abyss
Pink/blue: The soft nature of the embodied self and the body in its inwards, secret form, contrasting the outwards push of the Sky. The Sky-Earth Gates, the translating of the self through the Sky
Red fire: Manifestation, the Law of Vibration, the grounded self
Blue Sky:
Relationship of the Priest to being a part of the Day Sky
GOD
Crown:
Organic shapes, this is a role and set of roles as organic and inorganic as a machine being both only existent due to the hands that made it and entirely of the earth. The role is much more organically-shaped and divinely guided than the role of a king on physical plane Earth
Top eye: The eye is only half visible and half unable to be shown visibly = the Trimurti as avatars and as metaphysical parts of Brahman
Gold: the physical material and symbol of divinity and kinghood, physically manifested kinghood. Kinghood is external decoration to the actual self
Red: Our conceptions of god and godhood are purely mental
Vesica pisces: Interplay of the Trimurti. Echoes the vesica pisces on the tongue of the Priest
Black: Privacy of the persons of the Trimurti, the unseen nature
Bottom eye: The archetype and role of the Sky Father which possesses its people, creating a Kingdom
Blue - Black - Blue: Seeming disparity between the Sky Father and the Children, the amniotic night between visible incarnations of the Sky
Hair:
Settling in, becoming water. The withdrawn role as being the Purusha, the Sky Father, the hidden consciousness in the Collective
Feathers: Parts taken from the Priest and other vessels. Vessels’ impacts on the God, the experiences through the eyes of the Priest and other vessels adding to the knowledge and wisdom of the God. With Shiva + Purusha as the intelligence and programming of the universe this is the information gathered and experienced by beings being plucked, like feathers off dead birds, to be woven into the fabric of existence + the mind of the All
Face:
Tears: Symbolic of rain, blood. Fertilises the soil, is the lifeblood of the Earth, is given to nourish and taken to starve. Its flow is necessary to the continuation of life
Red tears: Matches the blood the Storm Mother consumes and sheds. Both are expressions of how they interact with humanity, spirits, and nature
Mouth: Sky blue, the means of interacting with the world as the Sky. OM radiates from the mouth - the connection to the Black Hole and the birth + death of the Universe
Tongue: Speaking to and revealing the natures of reality, subjective choice to reveal or conceal information
Third eye:
Navy blue: Body is the in-between, taking many forms and existing in many places. Pupil speaks to the in-between as the lens through which the God sees.
Red: The subjective mind within all manifestations. Yellow: The centre is the light of the Laws seeping through as Sunlight
Eyes:
Navy blue: In-between, the expressions of and overarching boundaries of the God
Green: The physical body, bodies, and the personal manifestations of the God
Blue pupil: Closer to the manifested sky than the nebulous in-between
Purple: In-between attempts at magnetic expressions and masks into personal fluidity, the appreciation and revelation of the Mental seeping through as something allowed to be displayed
Earrings:
Eyes: Symbolic of the Priest’s energy signature. Wearing the Priest as a means to gaining information, interacting with our world, and for fun
Drops: The water cycles, wearing the in-between magnetic connection as a point of pride
Blue: In-between blue
Peacock feathers: Personal symbol, colour echoes that of the eyes
Gold: Symbol of the Sun
Chest:
Unveiling of the old, revelation of what has always been there.
Chest = the place of feeling, the place of the self
Covering chest: Addressal of symbolism never actually showing what’s truly inside
Blue: Halahala, the Sky
Body:
Blue-black: The Abyss and the nature of the Leviathan as abyssal, obscured, deep
Inhuman: Represented in various forms, depiction of Divinity in symbols. Bird’s feet are the connection to the Sky and grounding it in one form whilst in a recognisable body IE while not being the Sky
Arms:
Claws: SHIVA. In-between understood/familiar and alien. The presentation of the Sky Father
Snakes: (...) dance between Shiva + Shakti; (...) the true nature of the God always there but only understood if one knows how to decode it
Bracelets:
Adorning the temple, respect for the Divine
Circles/discs: Images of the world. Metaphorically holding all the universes in the hands as the Black Holes do, but wearing them like images of his children
Silhouettes: Representative of the Bodies, right-hand men of the Sky Fathers
Gold: The respect to those inhabited by the mind of the Sky Father; the joy of interaction with the Family
Vesica Pisces:
An expression of attempts to find the self, to understand, internal sensory data and details, the feeling of being inside oneself and uncomfortable in the past learning how to not be.
Bases of feeling
Petering off: It doesn’t matter where this began, which was amongst the garden of tendrils. Forgiveness of that self, and letting that self speak now
Beginning: Garden of Tendrils
Blue: Meaning is submerged in the past
Second: Crystallisation, Polarity reigns
Red: all perception is searingly mental
Gold: Divinity is the outwards reflection, cold and commanding
Third: The silence, the night, the attempts to reconnect with self
Blue: The poison flares, the past rejects the attempts at looking
Red: Attempts at going inside are still mental
Black: The truth cannot be seen
Fourth: Innocence, observation. Looking in the mirror. Pupil as submission
Navy blue: Acceptance of and meeting self within neutrality and interconnectedness
Fifth: Geometric = experience makes this process easier than expected, aligning with reality and becoming the Divine. Expands into waves, the Divine logic resonates with and follows/works with the Mayic current
Pink: Softness, the soft of the red, the revelation of flesh and the secrets within
Red: Inner perception of self, inner understanding of self, the hidden self
Sky Blue: Outer appearance, outer perception of self
Gold: Divinity, the connection on the other side of the outer appearance to inner things. Divinity interacts and penetrates the mind of the worshiper
Genitals:
Flowers: Personal. Growth, connection to nature, connection to the Garden
Coverings: Veiled - shyness and withholding expressed as an organic part of the world as opposed to something unnatural
Sky blue + Navy blue: Interaction between the perceived self + true self as a pair with the partner
Trishula/Trident:
The border/gateway that must be crossed in order to attain power and unity
Note that it crosses beyond the border of the Priest, the Priest must cross his own vessel into that of Shiva’s in order to grasp the lessons ahead
Crosses the boundary between vesica pisces on the stomach, comes just after the fourth and lies in the very start of the fifth - IE this is in the territory of Tantric unity, this is in uniting
Trident’s point is on the right side, that of the Female half of Ardhanarishvara, in the hand of the Storm Mother (Clarification: I asked Leviathan why it's "right side, that of the Female half of Ardhanarishvara" when he staunchly mentioned the right being the male half in another place, in line with the symbol of Ardhanarishvara. Wondering if I got it across wrong: "It's about the masculine energy, the Storm mother's exhale, the penetrating force and ruling nature of hers. Do not forget she takes the title of King. Masculine side, 'masculine' woman, Shiva-Shakti as Ardhanarishvara are symbolic of energy forms and sources, not sex nor gender. More so then it should be worded 'Trident’s point is on the right side, in the hand of the Storm Mother, expressing her energy through the left side of Ardhanarishvara'")
Yellow: Lightning + gold. Lightning bolt as manifested and hard as metal
Background
Red: Mental Realm, the connection between God and Priest lying mostly in the mind, the mental, the impulses, and so on
Water: Spreading outwards from the hair, referencing the Ganges + the water cycles but also the releasing of storm gates on the mind
Dissipates into clouds, the metaphorical waters interact with the real world
Clouds: Divide the Planes Astral + Physical, dividing consciousnesses, dividing bodies, but the clouds are mystical gatherings of disparate molecules and so are they really dividing anything at all
Background: The Ether/Void, but also the general understanding of the primordial ocean and primordial void, the potent nothingness, the endless possibilities and materials from which all can either be created or destroyed. Also: The Black Hole
#channelled art //#Priest //#Leviathan //#Tantra //#I think this is the biggest thing I have ever channelled this fucks man#channellings //#nsft
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Love Reading 💣 - July 2023 - Taurus
Singles:
Overall energy: The Fool
How you will meet: 2 Swords & The Tower
How they will treat you: Queen of Pentacles
Long-term Potential: The Hierophant
Oracle:
Dance in the storm ⛈
Keep your word.
Wow, this is a great reading. Whoever they are, they’re going to hit you like a lightning bolt ⚡️ out of nowhere, you won’t see them coming. Nor will you necessarily trust it right away, there’s going to be a period where you’re like “why u lyin’?” 🤣 You think they’re messing with you, manipulating you, anything but actually being this serious…probably this fast. Because this seems to move FAST. Justice shows they mean it, and they make a point to consistently prove it every step of the way. Your objections and lack of trust amuse them.
If you have options before you meet this person, that will be no more. You could’ve gone through some difficult relationships before now, which would explain your immediate indecision & second guessing this person. But I get they are in love with you, spoil you, helping out & acts of servicing the fk out of you with this Queen of Pentacles. Could be another earth sign, or have an earth Venus for me to get it that way. They’re like lemme change your oil. Lemme make you eggs 🍳 Lemme get this lightbulb real quick. Lemme make sure we have candles in a blackout, the gas tank is full, and I called ahead just to make sure. I got it, you need it, and I got it. Just some examples…I’m dying over here. It’s genuine. They don’t care what you think about it either, you’ll learn 🤣 Long term is MARRIAGE, and they’re going to clear up any confusion you have about any dang thing you can think up…you need some clarity Taurus ok, they got that too. Clownin’ with cuteness, 10/10.
Messages -
Their side:
- Older man/woman
- I want to grow with you 🌸
Your side:
- Sweet as candy 🍬
- Forever Young
Signs you may be dealing with:
Scorpio, Libra, Pisces & Gemini
Couples:
Overall energy: 9 Swords
Current: Justice
Challenge: Ace of Wands
How they feel about you: Page of Cups & The Sun
How you feel about them: Knight of Swords
Outcome: The Star
You two are emotionally distant and pretty separate through July, though I don’t see a breakup, there is likely to be a row between you. Your person comes up as someone loud, yelling, ragey, argumentative. You’re coming up as very cold, and condescending twice, it shows up in their Oracle too, like this is something that reaaaally pisses them off. An air about you, but I mean if they tantrum like a toddler…yeah, so that’s the issue here 😆 Your Oracle encourages more kind words to deflect their “rage issues” or whatever this is, rather than tossing gasoline onto that fire, that’s seems to be the whole issue this month.
They’re really stressed out because they see you not speaking to them at all, you’ve got your sword up ready to attack if they come at you in a certain way, and they’re aware of that. You’re setting clear boundaries surrounding communication. They better check their tone or don’t even come at you kind of energy. I don’t get “ragey” cards, or explosiveness, but you see them as Knight of Swords, and his communication can be swift & vicious so long as his point is made. You’re not into that, it’s an immediate nope. Every air sign is here, you both show up as the Swords pair, which could show you both have heavy air energy, or just the emotional detachment you both have for each other after an argument, you’re both in this hands off detached energy. Both are focused on clear communication and truth, but that’s the problem too. You’re taking necessary space to get your head clear and figure out what you will want to say. I don’t get cruelty, spite, control issues, jealousy, none of that. You’re about logic, fairness, balance, talk it out…but you’re not talking it out, which has them like ??? 🤯
They’re stressing over you, because you’re completely unbothered with them. Happy even, doing your own thing, living your life, possibly treating yourself to whatever, whenever, and aren’t concerned with this situation at all. It’s like they messed up, and you need a break, but you’re sure to enjoy every second of that break, because you’re not an unhappy person. You’re getting your head on straight, this person has knocked you off balance and you’re working to fix that with some space, it’s all positive energy with you, just an independent one. The issue seems to be motivation for them to handle this conflict between you, and you’re not interested. Or you’re mad at them and taking it out on them by freezing them out with silence, could be, but again I don’t get vengefulness or intentional mean behavior. You just don’t want to argue, so you’re not gonna talk to them. That’s about as deep as it goes. If you’re allowing other people into this situation, friends/family, that’s a big problem as well.
They see you as apologizing and trying to have a new start with them, the outcome is really good too, it’s a temporary blip on the radar where this person comes at you aggressively, maybe saying some harsh things, and you’re like NOPE. Bye. In a condescending way, you’ve noped them right out of your life for a period of time. Focusing instead on work and the things that bring you joy, because their bs does not. Spirit wants you to also look at your own tone, not just what you say but *how* it’s said, it seems to encourage this person going from irritated to just ridiculous 🔥 or something. Not that it’s your fault, or problem, but more like - control what *you* can is what I’m getting with that. You see the whole thing as a disaster having been avoided because you noped them in the first place. Could leave altogether. They could compare issues now to issues in the past, that’s how you’re seeing them, and that’s something that needs to stop as well. You can’t even relate to that, which is probably where condescending comes in, or if they’re harping on old situations that are long gone. You’ll have to phrase that in a way that’s palpable for them to ponder. Outcome is healing, and overcoming this. After their outburst, they are also in a more communicative and balanced state of…let’s talk. It’s gotta start somewhere but I do see it being addressed successfully.
Messages -
Their side:
- Irresponsible
- LOUD 📢
Your side:
- Condescending
- Obsessed with work
Oracles - Breathe like you know how.
Their side: Avoid being pulled in by people who use you and put you down.
Your side:
Many times, kind words expressed when someone is in a rage will help neutralize the negativity.
What you worry about now will resolve itself if you’re patient and let your chart unfold.
Signs you may be dealing with:
Aquarius, Libra, Gemini, Leo & Scorpio
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5, 9, 13, 24, and 35 for the ask game, pls? - 🔮⛈
5 What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?
any shipping tags because although I've written fics for shows with romance in them (or implied romance in the case of the untamed) I don't write any romance or include anything about existing ships in my fics. like, sure, it's there in canon, but I am not going to bring it up because I don't have anything to say about it. the show I just wrote a fic for is a mafia romance but I reference exactly none of it in the fic because I a) don't want to and b) suck at romance and c) you can read literally anybody else's fic for the romance if that's what you want. so yeah, canonically these two characters present in my fic are in a romantic relationship. you know that, and I'm not going to talk about it. I'm here for other angst/fluff stuff.
9 Thoughts on cliffhangers.
it is 100% at the discretion of the author whether or not to utilize them, and I can only hope they are utilized to the purpose of maintaining tension, not creating it. if the only tension in a story lies in the gap between stuff happening/updating, that feels kinda cheap, and I don't like to use it myself. some stories can be built on this formula and make it a whole thing, and it can be done satisfactorily, but generally speaking it doesn't work for me. so I want a cliff hanger if I already watched the characters approaching the cliff, not if we were peacefully walking on an unbroken bridge two seconds ago.
13 Rate your worldbuilding skills from 1 to 10.
6.5, but my ability or willingness to actually describe and involve that worldbuilding in my plots is like a 3. I did a fair amount in my blood cultivation series, since I did kinda invent blood cultivation and then I worked out an extremely detailed backstory for my oc and how she came to develop this and why it works and how it's hard on the body to use and then I didn't incorporate everything into the story because I didn't want to overload it with exposition. I think there are some gaps in understanding because of that. but barely anybody read it, so whatever.
24 Thoughts on flashbacks/flashforwards.
sure! a lot of non-linear storytelling can thrive on well-placed flashbacks. I don't love flashforwards unless they're like a story introducing mechanism and then we work back up to that spot. actually the untamed does do that. it works really well. I rarely use flashbacks and instead use introspection, typically.
35 Thoughts on writing challenges/contests.
they're awesome and I am absolutely terrible at participating. they work against my brain trains.
thanks for asking, magic storm!
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Send ⛈ to be with my muse during a bad storm: no longer accepting. @klaeus
Night sky is lit aflame by lighting, flashing in a way one might confuse the time of day for noon; if the moment could be captured in time. Just outside water has already begun to collect on the ground, growing in volume as it floods the stoney ground. Seconds later, thunder rumbles in close tandem of another bolt of lighting, and the suddenly violent noise shakes the window pane; even causing ophelia to jolt slightly from her place at the window seal. The vampire pulls herself away from the window. Unwilling to risk being another statistic of lignting. She wonders if the shop, if Jasmine is okay. If the witch would be concerned for her well-being as well
Whether a vampire or not, navigating the storm outside wouldn't be easy. All it would earn would be a soaking to the very bone in a matter of seconds and the sting of pelting water. She liked rain showers. Not monsoons. It certainly wasn't something she, herself, planned on trying to traverse.
Blue hues watch as a patio umbrella tumbles across the ground, not too far away before that same gaze regards the other. The only other person stormed in the closed down bar with her. "You're welcome to get yourself a drink or bottle. Franky, I don't get paid enough to care." And as she speaks, she's already making herself back behind the bars counter to grab a bottle of burboun for herself. It wasn't her intended drink for after her shift ended, but she certainly won't complain about top shelf liquor.
#⋅⋆☾secrets revealed:answered☽⋆⋅#so i just stuck them together in the same place in the easiest way i could think#hope this is okay!
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Your mind is infinite like space.
And when you share speak,
I turn into observer.
No thoughts of my own.
No judgments, but the music.
The music of the spheres.
Sometimes you sound,
like a canary.
Some other times like storm.⛈
How are you?
Who am I?
love poem #Bogoslowsky
There is a page in Twitter in Spanish language I follow and they always make some kind of relationship gentle statements and I respond with love poetry and people love it. I speak four languages #Russian (my native) Polish (at 12 we moved to Poland) Spanish (I lived in Madrid in 1987 ) and a little English (since 1988 full time #celebrity #artist 👨🎨 in #NYC) 😂
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As a Storm fan that has always said that Storm being labelled as just a queen is beneath her and an insult to her character… I’m very happy with this issue💕
Even before she married into Wakanda, she spoke about hating being caged, physically and metaphorically. From the beginning, Ororo has always expressed she’s a child of the sky, this is not to say she doesn’t take her roles seriously, but after her punk rock phase, she’s always known she’s more than just her next title.
Speaking of titles, I don’t know any comic book character that has acquired so many respected titles and names… Ororo of the Storm… Beauty of the Storm…. has to be my favourite of all her titles. I’ve also noticed that the more she progresses the higher her title… and ‘Queen’ is very much her past. Ororo’s capabilities, experience, determination, willpower and perseverance have proven that, even when she was Queen of Wakanda, she was over qualified, the title was always way to small of a cage.
I really enjoyed seeing Ororo go through her own internal battles and seeing the wheels turning for character development, something that we really haven’t been able to see in any marvel comic in the last 15+ years. We’re so used to big changes that don’t work in her favour happening instantly to aid in everyone else’s progression. It’s about time that the most iconic female character in Marvel gets the development she deserves.
That last page was fucking incredible. I like to think Ororo’s punk phase signifies internal growth and change and the last page really shows me big things are gonna change for our Goddess. Also did y’all see her mention Tokyo?👀 I think a certain someone is gonna inspire another chapter of change for Ororo and considering the fact that X-writers, since the beginning of this era have taken the time to reintroduce readers to Storm after her character has been deconstructed foolishly by he who shall not be named…
Would have loved to see more women on Storm’s side of thing but it’s still the first issue⛈
Also, I wonder if Ororo’s Godhead will be mentioned in this book… now that we’re getting more insight into Ororo and not just Storm…I had a theory Tarn tampered with her Godhead after they’re last battle together but who knows. She doesn’t want to be called Queen but her willingness to build a place for Arrako, her now deep connection with Arrako and it’s systems of nature… the respected positions she’s holding in Krakoa, the multiple instances we’ve seen that show Ororo will not die with or with out powers… also now that she’s doing her own thing for mutants in her own unique way… I think opening that door to another side of her that would be beneficial for not just her but her people as well would be interesting.
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The Photoshoot (Part 14)
Cillian Murphy x OC
Previous parts here
This part is a little longer than usual, because I needed to keep the end in this part 🙌🏻 You will be able to understand her reasons (I hope)
The storm ⛈ before the rainbow 🌈 maybe? Thank you for reading!! ♥️
@lyarr24 Thank you for helping Yael btw 🙈
Cillian tried to grab her hand, but she snapped it out of his touch. Trying to put more distance between them.
Her description was accurate, but he didn’t want to go into the details.
“Would you please sit down?”
“I don’t want to sit, I don’t want to see you or hear your explanations, but you asked me to listen what you had to say, don’t make me regret this.”
The room felt smaller suddenly.
“I was so stressed with the series, she couldn’t understand my schedule, the scenes I was making, we were fighting…”
“And fucking.” The sarcasm evident in her tone.
Cillian rubbed his eyes in frustration.
“Things hadn’t been working anymore for months until I couldn’t keep going like that. We broke up, never imagined she would get pregnant and then I met you…” a sad smile formed on his lips at the thought of seeing her holding the camera and explaining why she took Vassilis place. “And it felt alright, everything was so natural with you, I was pulled in and I didn’t want to do anything to stop it.”
“I love you Yael.” He declared hoping it would help her clear her clouded heart.
“Nothing has to change between us.” He hoped. Cillian tried to approach her, but Yael took a step back.
For a long minute she didn’t speak, when he looked at her, she was watching her fingers.
One fucking long minute that seemed eternal.
Slowly, Yael stopped to look in his direction. “Everything changes with this, Cillian.”
“No, I’m not going back to her.”
“That baby will need you, she will need you.”
“Believe me when I say I’m going to be there, but I cannot make the mistake of going back to a relationship that didn’t work.”
“I won’t be in the way between that baby and you.” Even though they were in the same room, it felt as if they were two worlds apart. So far away. Why was it so hard to see they could be together?
“Don’t do this please, I don’t love her anymore.”
“Nevertheless, you’re having a child now and the best for the baby is to have the parents together.” Her calm, decided tone scared him.
“That’s not necessarily truth, I don’t feel anything for her, I want to be with you.”
“I can’t do this anymore…” She went to the door. Her heart, shattering.
“Where are you going?!” He needed to fix this, Scout started barking at her for going out without him.
“Out.”
More barks from Scout.
“Let me go with yo-”
“No.” The look on her face made him stop moving. Her hand open in front of her motioning for him to stay away from her.
Scout’s barks grew louder.
“I want to be alone.”
He kept barking intensely.
“Yael…” the dog kept barking and walking in circles.
“Stop it Scout!” She raised her voice, Scout got quiet and seated, his head down.
She never raised her voice, never scolded Scout.
The three of them were startled.
Without another word she was out. Cillian kept looking at the closed door trying to process everything, while Scout was lying on the floor waiting for her to come back.
****
Yael crossed the street and kept walking.
Knocking on the 53, surprised she had arrived, she had been walking around for a couple of hours. Lost in her own thoughts.
“Pizza is here!” A man’s voice yelled from inside.
Opening the door, she found Dean barefoot, shirtless only wearing his jeans. “Yael? What happened? Lee-Anne!” He helped her inside.
“Coming, just gonna get the win-” she cut herself when she saw her friend with a shocked expression.
She was dressed in his plain button shirt.
“Oh snap, are you alright?” She hurried to her side. Yael seemed frozen on spot. “What did she say?” Lee-Anne asked in Dean’s direction.
“Nothing.” The doorbell interrupted them. “I guess that’s the pizza.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come unannounced…”
Lee-Anne helped her sit down, rubbing her arms. “Just tell me what happened.”
Dean appeared wearing now a t-shirt, a beer on one hand and a slice of pizza on the other. Lee-Anne threw him a disapproving look. How could he think of food right now?
“What? I’m hungry.” He mouthed her.
“Cillian is having a baby with his ex-girlfriend.”
“He WHAT?!” Lee-Anne looked shocked, Dean chocked on his beer.
Yael started telling them the little information she had and cleared the thoughts of cheating, they weren’t together back then, didn’t even met when it happened.
Time could seem a little confusing because their schedules were complicated at the beginning and then they had all the time to themselves. Sometimes it felt like they had been together longer.
“They were together, broke up right after that, three weeks later we did the Photoshoot together and she just found out she’s pregnant.” Her words trailing off.
Her friend also thought they must have fucked right before finishing the relationship. “They had the goodbye fuck. ‘How about one last time’?” Lee-Anne couldn’t believe it.
“Worst timing ever.” Dean murmured over his third slice.
“How can he be sure the baby it’s his?”
Yael let out a heavy breath. “He said he just knows but will run a DNA test as soon as the baby is born for his own sake.”
“Fuck.” Lee-Anne wasn’t hungry anymore.
“I don’t know what to think… or what to do, we were just fine, everything was perfect.”
“Did you break up with him?”
Yael let out a shaky breath. “I told him I won’t be the reason of this baby growing without a father.” Her head was pounding, defeated, she placed it between her hands.
Her problem wasn’t the ex, neither the baby, she felt guilty they wouldn’t be together as a father-child relationship should be if she continue her relationship with Cillian.
“I know you’re doing this thinking it’s the best for the baby, but you need to stop, you always put everyone else first, he can be a father and be with you.” Lee-Anne looked up to Dean, maybe a male thinking could help.
Yael shook her head. “If we are together he won’t be able to see his baby like he should, they will make a horrible arrangement with weekly visits for a few hours only.” The more she thought about, the more it hurt. But she couldn’t be selfish. “If Cillian goes back to her he will be with his baby all the time.”
“But he doesn’t want to go back to the ex, you just said it before.” Dean asked. “So if you guys break up nothing changes, the kid will still be there. What’s the point then?” He stated from a practical point of view.
“The point is, all the things in between…” Lee-Anne asked him with her eyes to have some soft tact.
He was right though. And so was Lee-Anne.
“You could’ve just avoided everything by choosing me, but you like to take the complicated road.” Dean joked, earning a laugh from both girls, Lee-Anne knew how they met and started joking about it over messages she exchanged with Yael.
“I ju- just we just got together, we don’t even know each other’s family, been together for three weeks, how are we going to throw a baby into the mix?” She kept shaking her head. “A baby with another woman let alone.”
Lee-Anne gave her a reassuring hug.
***
“Fuck.” He murmured startled.
Time passed painfully slowly while she was out. When Cillian checked his watch, she had been gone for hours, and there was nothing he could do.
Would she come back?
He tried calling her earlier, thinking he would apologize one more time. Make it work. But her cellphone rang in the kitchen.
Looking at the time it was 10:43 pm already. He was fucking worried. And sorry.
It tore him apart to hear the low cries Scout had been making next to the door, straightening his head every time he heard a noise outside.
“I know buddy, I fucked it up.” He told Scout.
He looked up as if saying ‘Yeah, you did’.
He tried everything; looking by the window, pacing the room, nothing helped. It was past one in the morning now and she hadn’t returned yet. He didn’t know who to call, where to look.
Until he heard someone cursing outside, Scout got up from the floor, started making noises of excitement and went to bop him with the wet nose, then back to the door.
Slowly, Cillian straightened on the couch, his neck protested in pain for the bad position in which he had been.
It had been a terrible day, he was scared of losing her, of the situation in general, he didn’t know how all of it could work out.
A few seconds later, he heard the keys, Scout started wriggling its tail excitedly.
“Why the fuck did you go? I was so worried.” He said getting up from the couch.
Giving him a cold glance, she walked straight to her bedroom, Cillian following her steps.
“Scout?” The dog ran off to her and looked back at Cillian, as if saying ‘sorry mate, she wants me’.
With that she closed the door of the bedroom almost on his face.
Should he try to get in the room and talk to her? Hold her and tell her they could work this out? Or should he just give her some space to think about it on her own?
Two times he tried to knock, but stopped himself, the last thing he wanted to do was to upset her more. One of those times, he even heard her apologizing to Scout for being rude to him earlier.
He didn’t want to lose Yael, but asking her to stay by his side while another woman was carrying his child was probably too much to ask for.
At least she was home now.
Defeated, he went to sleep on the couch, hoping, even praying she would talk to him in the morning.
***
“Please tell me this is just a nightmare and I’m about to wake up…” she whispered to Scout, her eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know what to do.” She sobbed and the dog got closer to her in the bed, empty on Cillian’s side.
“I don’t think I can do this Scout, I can’t live knowing that Cillian will miss his baby’s first steps and words… if- if Cillian goes back with Erin he will be able to be with the baby the whole time, right?”
She tried to wipe her eyes. Scout licked her cheek.
“You know… it’s different but when my parents divorced and my dad deliberately decided to never be in touch again out of guilt, I always felt like there was a missing piece, until Bryan met my mum and he took us all as if we were his kids.” Scout opened his eyes slightly when Yael chuckled a little. “And trust me, my brothers tried everything to make him go away.”
Caressing his paw, she yawned, needed to sleep for a while before heading to a shooting in the morning.
“And I don’t want that baby to wonder later why dad didn’t love he or she enough to stay. Like I did.”
Scout snuggled closer to her, his belly up.
“Will you take care of him for me?” She asked between sobs and tears rolling down her cheeks.
Her eyes finally giving up.
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Cillian didn’t sleep well, getting up early he thought going out for a run would help him clear his mind, but it didn’t, he was restless and felt more anxious with every minute passing, he was scared she would end their relationship and ask him to leave.
Carefully as if walking over glass, he made his way inside her apartment. There she was, washing the dishes with her hair up. He could only see her back.
Clearing his throat, he spoke: “Good morning, I’m going to use your shower, went out for a run hmm…” she wasn’t looking at him, didn’t even turn around, he saw her stop what she was doing and lean against the sink. “And I will leave if you want after that.”
It was so hard to say those words out loud, even his voice broke.
All he wanted to do was walk towards her, turn her around and kiss her, say everything would be alright, but it felt like something he didn’t have the right to do anymore.
While taking the shower he lost it completely, finally realizing how these might be their last moments together. His tears mixing up with the water falling. In the short time they had together Yael managed to get deep under his skin, making him feel alive and happier that he had ever been. The whole situation made him feel overwhelmed.
Struggling, wondering how he went from being extremely happy and relaxed those firsts day of their getaway only to finish it with questions, uneasy, unsure of their future together.
This was all wrong, the situation shouldn’t be happening but now there was no point thinking that. It was a reality and he would take responsibility for his actions.
The only thing that broke him is that he might lose Yael in the process.
With a heavy heart he tried to stretch his time in the bathroom, avoiding his reflect in the mirror. He couldn’t look her in the eyes and say goodbye, he couldn’t ask her to stay either.
Of course, he wanted to be with Yael, but make her a step mother from one day to the next, might be too much. He still had to figure out so many things.
“Your brain will explode any minute now if you keep overthinking.”
He didn’t realize he opened the door but stayed inside the bathroom holding the towel tight against his chest, until he heard her voice.
Yael was seating on the floor, her legs crossed and Scout in front of her, doing the tricks he had learned in the last couple of weeks to get as many treats as possible.
“I’m sorry.” Struggling with the lump on his throat, he took a deep breath. “For putting you into this.”
She was struggling as well, the only two roads this could take held a massive change in their lives.
If they broke up now, they’d never see each other again, and would be miserable for the rest of their lives. On the other hand, if she decided she wanted to stay with Cillian, he would have his child with his ex-girlfriend and they would have to learn and share his parenthood.
He finally spoke: “Can we talk? Please, we can make this work.”
“I have to go, have a shooting scheduled.”
Cillian nodded, he remembered she mentioned something about it the day before, before everything exploded. “When you come back then?”
Yael seemed to think about it, she was hoping he would be gone by then, to make things easier. Kissing Scout goodbye, she gave Cillian a quick look before taking her case and leaving.
***
The apartment was awfully quiet without her laugh, Scout left his plate of food untouched, clearly sensing something was going on, still lying down next to the door, waiting for Yael to come back.
The sound of the buzzer made him realize it was midafternoon already, she had been gone most of the day. It was Vassilis, with a sight, he let him in.
“Hello love birds, I brought Yael’s favorite French pastries.”
“She isn’t home and I don’t know when she’s coming back.”
“She told me days ago to come here.”
Must’ve been before the baby drama, he thought. “Why don’t you sit down?” He needed to talk to someone, this whole thing was eating him alive.
Now he could understand why Yael adored Vassilis, he was the most loyal and caring friend out there, he didn’t ask him questions, didn’t accuse or judge, he just listened.
After trusting Vassilis with his worries, the man started clicking on his cellphone, he got a reply fast after that.
“Come on, Yael is at Lee-Anne’s, and you are going to need backups.” Vass tried to joke but it only added more stress.
After finishing the shooting she had scheduled, Yael went to her friend’s house, she needed to clear her head before facing Cillian, he wasn’t giving up.
Her main problem was thinking the baby growing up away from his or her father because of her.
Trying to make friend change her mind, Lee-Anne asked: “Do you love him?”
Yael nodded. “Yes.” Without a doubt.
“Do you trust him?” Another nod. “Is he a good man to you?” She got an affirmation. “Does he respect and cares about you?”
“Yes.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about… if he says he will take care of his baby, he will. And you can be together at the same time, one thing isn’t opposite to the other.” Lee-Anne patted her tight. “I know you are doing this thinking of the pain the absence of your father caused when he left, but this isn’t the same, he doesn’t seem to be the kind of man who would turn his back on a child.”
Yael’s eyes were fixed on the floor. “And you don’t even know if she’s telling the truth.”
“Don’t do that Lee-Anne, if it was me the pregnant ex-girlfriend I wouldn’t want Cillian thinking I’m lying.”
“Just because you have a good heart, doesn’t mean everyone else does.”
“What if one day Cillian wakes up and realizes he wants to be with them? What will I do with the broken pieces?”
“Why don’t you ask him that?” Lee-Anne pointed her hand somewhere behind Yael.
Cillian who just arrived with Vassilis and ran into Dean at the door a few moments ago, answered:
“That can’t happen because I’m sure of my feelings for you.”
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Jason Todd can kill a man with his bare hands, but with you, they're as delicate as possible, like you're a porcelain doll, able to crack at the slightest touch.
His fingers hover over your skin, a light as a feather you would think you were imagining things. He's cautious, carful, thoughtful.
Everything else in his life has broke. Even him. But not you, never you. You can't. You're untouched. Perfect, never to do wrong. He worshipped you like a goddess, like you created heaven and earth.
And you did.
You created his earth. His world. You were his heaven. When he died, he swore he saw you. You were his everything, his reason, his purpose, his love, his hope.
He was so in love it hurt. Every look shared between you, his mind swirled with possibilities. He couldn't live if something happened to you because of him. He couldn't live without his world.
It was an odd place to be stuck in. Scared of staying, scared of leaving. He kept his distance. Touches were never long. Lips ghost against yours. It's like he's never fully there. Every night, the cold side that was suppose to be his haunted you.
It's hard to love a ghost. It's like being in love with a figment of your imagination. You find yourself questioning if he's even real. Every time he comes home, he proves to you that he is.
That brought upon its own set of questions, heart crying out for more of what it was deprived. Were you not enough reason to stay? Were you not enough? Was he yours like you were his?
You felt like the moon, forever revolving around the Earth, compelled to, even. Always at a safe distance, longing for more. That is, until one night.
He comes home, smashing his helmet to the wall. The landlord won't like that, but a problem for another day. Without thinking he crashes into your arms, head buried into your chest.
The Earth crashed into the moon. Hell will follow, you both knew that. But it didn't matter. You had him. He had you. that was enough.
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I’m Just Tired Of It (Gender Neutral Reader)
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49-“Can you please not interrupt me for once?! I never get to say anything without being interrupted or silenced! No one let’s me fucking speak and I hate it! I have ideas! I have thoughts! They may not be the best but I just want someone to hear them! I’m tired of repeating them in my head so I can say them!”
Y/N laughed along with the rest of the X-Men, none of them noticing how silent Kurt was. He had been interrupted again. He hated being interrupted. He always would repeat whatever he had to say in his head just in case he was given a moment to say them. “Hey Kurt, what did you and Y/N do earlier?”
“Oh we went to the park because--”
Jean interrupted Kurt, “Oh my god, do you remember that time--”
Y/N noticed the look on Kurt’s face just before be spoke, “Can you please not interrupt me for once?! I never get to say anything without being interrupted or silenced! No one let’s me fucking speak and I hate it! I have ideas! I have thoughts! They may not be the best but I just want someone to hear them! I’m tired of repeating them in my head so I can say them!” Everyone was stunned. He never blew up like that. When he realized what he did he said a quick and quiet, “Sorry.” Before bamfing away.
After a few moments of silence Scott spoke, ”We let him speak, don’t we?”
Y/N looked at everyone like they were crazy as they agreed. “Seriously? You guys really think you don’t interrupt him every time he speaks?”
“We don’t, Y/N.”
Y/N let out a sarcastic breathy laugh, “Really? That’s a load of bullshit. I don’t think he can go a single day without being interrupt by you guys. You literally did 5 times in the past 30 minutes.”
Y/N got up and stormed out of the room to find Kurt. The whole team was stunned. The two of them had never gotten made at them before. None of them really had any memories of interrupting Kurt, but maybe they did.
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Y/N searched the entire mansion for Kurt, but he was no where to be found. That was until they found him in a tree in the back of the school. They sighed and climbed up, sitting on the branch next to him, “Kurt? You okay?”
“I yelled at them.”
“Yeah, yeah you did.”
“I--I didn’t mean to.”
“I know.”
“I’m just tired of them making me stop talking just so they can. I ‘ave things that I want to say but they won’t let me.”
“I know Kurt.”
He sighed, “Thank you for being here.”
They smiled, “Of course Kurt. I always will.”
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NOVEMBER 17/2020
VIGNETTE #38, {l ERRED YESTERDAY LABELLING IT #36 BECAUSE #36 WAS THE PREVIOUS ONE, SO YESTERDAY’S VIGNETTE WAS #37 HENCE TODAY’S IS VIGNETTE #38}
🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️🌬🌬🌬🌬🌬COOL FRIGID WINDS AND ICY COLD HAVE OVERTAKEN WINDSOR CASTLE 🏰. THE 🔥 FIREPLACES ARE ALL LIT WITH HUGE STACKS OF LOGS THAT KEEP CRACKLING. NORMALLY THE SOUND OF CRACKLING FIRE, THE SMELL AND THE WARMTH ARE ALL OF GREAT COMFORT. HOWEVER, THIS IS NOT CURRENTLY THE CASE. DESPITE THIS, NARY A THING CAN CHANGE THE CURRENT MILIEU BECAUSE IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MOTHER NATURE NOR THE ACTUAL CLIMATE. NOPE, NOT A WHIT!! THE CURRENT STORMY 🌬🌬🌊🌊⛈❄️🌪🌪WEATHER IS EMOTIONAL AND FRUSTRATION RELATED TO HIMSELF’S ONGOING MISADVENTURES ALONG WITH LOYAL SYDNEY COMPADRESHIP. THINGS CAME TO A RATHER PUBLIC ‘BLOW’ PARDON THE PUN🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, 🥊 🥊 PUNCH=BLOW🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, AT THE NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM WHEN HER MAJESTY ENCOUNTERED THE DANGEROUS DUBIOUS DUO IN THEIR ‘INCOGNITO’CLOTHES. 🎅🏻 🥊🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 THEIR ATTENDING A BOXING 🥊 MATCH. TO PUT THE CHERRY 🍒ON TOP, HAVING GONE TO THE CLUB FOR REFRESHMENTS 🥃🍸🍻🍺🥃🍸🥃🍺🍻🍺🥃🍺🍻🍸🥃🥃🍸🍺🍻AND HERSELF ARRIVED HOME 🏰 TO FIND THEY STILL HAD NOT RETURNED!🤯🤯🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬OOOOHHHHHH THAT STRENGTHENED THE STORM TO NEAR BLIZZARD WEATHER.🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂NOTHING FURTHER WAS SAID. STONE COLD SILENCE. COMPLETE UTTER SILENCE. THERE IS NOTHING WORSE THAT SILENCE, ESPECIALLY WHEN ONE HAS BEEN EXCEEDINGLY NAUGHTY!😁🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. THE HOURS ROLL INTO DAYS AND DAYS ROLL INTO A WEEK. SO A WEEK LATER, THE WINDS ARE SILENT 🌬🌬NOW, BUT THE TEMPERATURES ARE FRIGID 🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶AND SILENCE REIGNS, 👑 PARDON THE PUN MA’AM.😄🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂SO HERE WE FIND THE DUBIOUS DUO DISCUSSING THE CURRENT SITUATION WITH SOME URGENCY, AKIN TO TIPTOEING LIGHTLY TO NOT AWAKEN THE DRAGON. 🐉 🐉 🐉 SINCE, ACCORDING TO @sandiedog, I AM THE MOTHER OF 🐉 DRAGONS, I OUGHT TO KNOW.😁😁😁🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. HIMSELF 🗣IS SPEAKING WITH SYDNEY. HE TELLS SYDNEY, IT IS A GOOD IDEA TO LAY LOW FOR AWHILE. HERSELF HAS IGNORED ME SINCE THE LAST CASTIGATION!! WHAT? SIR, HAVE THERE BEEN SO MANY THAT YOU FEEL THE NEED TO SPECIFY WHICH PARTICULAR CASTIGATION??😮😮🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂CONTINUING, HIMSELF SAYS TONIGHT WILL BE OUR FIRST 🥘 🍽 DINNER TOGETHER SINCE THE DEBACLE AT THE NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM. SYDNEY REPLIES, I HAVE ASKED THE CHEF TO MAKE HER FAVOURITE, SHEPHERDS PIE SIR. HIMSELF REPLIES, TOP HO SYDNEY. I HAVE DUG OUT A BOTTLE OF ‘76 MOUTON CADET 🍷🍷TO COMPLIMENT THE MEAL 🥘 🍽. SYDNEY REMARKS, OH SIR, A GORGEOUS 😍😍RED BORDEAUX, 🍷🍷PAIRS PERFECTLY WITH THE MAIN, MOST EXCELLENT CHOICE SIR, AS SYDNEY IS DOING HIS BEST IMPRESSION OF A SOMMELIER.🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂AKA WINE EXPERT. HIMSELF CONTINUES, YES AND WE SHALL HAVE CRÈME CARAMEL FOR AFTERS, HERSELF LOVES THAT. SYDNEY COMMENTS, SIR, I BELIEVE CRÈME CARAMEL IS YOUR FAVOURITE SIR. HIMSELF COUGHS AND MUTTERS, OH NEVER MIND THAT SYDNEY.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂. SYDNEY CONTINUES, I SHALL BE SERVING REFRESHMENTS 🥃🍺🍻🍸🍸🍻🍺🥃🥃🍺🍻🍸🍸🍻🍺🥃IN THE 📚 LIBRARY 📚 AFTERWARDS SIR. SYDNEY CONTINUES, SIR, I HAVE ACQUIRED A DVDOF HER FAVOURITE FILM 🎞 🎥. HIMSELF IS CHUFFED, TOP HO SYDNEY, HERSELF, CRÈME CARAMEL AND GORDON’S ALIVE! GORDON’S ALIVE!! 🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. HIMSELF ATTEMPTING HIS BEST IMPRESSION OF PRINCE VULTAN. FLASH GORDON IS HESELF’S FAVOURITE FILM 🎥 🎞. EPIC SYDNEY, EPIC!! ALL SHALL BE RIGHT AS RAIN, 🌧🌧🌧☔️☔️☔️☔️🌧🌧🌧🌧AFTER THIS EVENING SYDNEY!! SORRY FOR THE PUN AGAIN MA’AM, AKA RAIN -REIGN.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂
DONE WITH THE GREATEST LOVE AND RESPECT FOR HER MAJESTY THE QUEEN AND HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS PRINCE PHILIP THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH
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Caring!Jason who always makes sure you're taken care of.
Caring!Jason who makes sure you eat three blanched meals a day, even if he doesn't always do the same.
Caring!Jason who reads to you at night, tucking you in and turning out the lights when you finally fall asleep, always making sure you're okay before heading out for patrol.
Caring!Jason who always comes back as quietly as possible. You need your 8 hours of sleep, and he wouldn't dare interrupt them, no matter how busted up he is.
Caring!Jason who will always make time for you. Bruce needs him for a mission? Too bad, you wanted to watch the new season of Bridgerton, that takes priority over whatever is going on, someone else can do it.
Caring!Jason <3
#jason todd fluff#jason todd headcanon#jason todd x reader#jason todd#dc x reader#dc comics#dc comics x reader#I LOVE HIM#storm speaks ⛈#storm shorts ☁️
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I want Jason Todd to crush my head between his massive thighs.
That's it. That's the post.
#Jason Todd#Jason Todd x reader#dc x reader#dc comics x reader#dc comics#Red hood#red hood x reader#storm speaks ⛈
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