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𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈. 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿-𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍𝗌, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗅𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗌. 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗎𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗌. 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗎 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽, 𝗈𝗋/𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝗂 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾.

After a wee fandom break, I’ll be jumping headlong into a continuation of The Man in the Iron Collar, some Johnlock magical realism I wrote for a H.I.A.T.U.S monthly prompt. Be still my beating heart, so excited/intimidated... I’m looking up your fics on A03 now!