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royallyprincesslilly · 8 months

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Title: The UnIntended Series {Book 1: UnExpected}

Okay, so I'm actually nervous to post this. It's wild. With my fanfiction, I don't really feel nervous having others read it, but this---😬.

Anyway, here is chapter 1. As of now, I'm not sure if I will post the 2nd one. Again it'll only be up for a day or two then I will delete it.

To anyone reading it please give me some feedback rather than a "like". I am partly using this as a focus group/beta read session so feedback is crucial. What did you think? Any part you liked or disliked? Would you want to continue it from the 1st chapter alone? If you came across it in a bookstore or Amazon, would you buy it?

Note I: This has NOT been edited beyond small grammatical issues. Also, I am not 100% sold on the name "Daryl" so don't let it be a hang-up.

Note II: Everything here has been officially copywritten so be careful, I'm the wrong one to try.

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Prologue

He was my addiction. My cloudy sky. My stormy night my thunderstorms. He was my chocolate brownie with the chocolate ice cream on top. He was my passion my need my obsession. He was my poison. My sweet, delicious poison and I couldn't get enough--wouldn't get enough. I needed him like I needed air water food. It was never enough. His sex was killer, his kiss was sugar, and his body was the best creation made by the creator. His love was death. He was--my ruin.

Chapter 1

“Ughhhh, deeper, harder, uuuugh, yes. Right there, right there. Don’t stop! God, yes, yes, yes, yessssssssssssssssssss!”

Though my vocabulary was quite advanced, no other words could form. The sensations had taken on a life of their own.

“Oh shit, damn baby”.

He drops on the bed next to me panting heavily filling the air with our combined scent. I moan deeply still feeling the power of him between my thighs, “That was amazing La”, Daryl says using the name he’s always called me since college.

I remember the day we met in college like it was yesterday instead of the nearly eight years it actually had been. I was coming up the steps in the rec room not looking where I was going then bam I ran smack into him. At that time we were both kids, barely nineteen with plenty more to learn about the world and the affairs of the heart. When I looked at him it was all over, then when he smiled that lopsided, slick grin of his, I was a goner. Signed sealed delivered I was his. He must have known it too. There was no way he hadn’t because the smug look on his face said it all.

He’d said, “I haven’t ran into anyone as beautiful as you around here, I have to know your name”.

Boy was it a cheesy line, but I was nineteen after all and it was the flyest line I’d heard. I was his.

“You’re just going to leave me hanging?”

Daryl’s voice brought me out of my memory, a memory that was once your favorite but was slowly becoming one you wished you could forget. Looking over next to me, I find his dewy brown eyes staring into me with a questioning look.

“Oh I’m sorry my mind was wandering, it was amazing, but--,” I stretch out rolling onto my side and bring my hand to toned his chest. Slowly I trail my fingers down his smooth skin over each ab muscle, down past his mind dumbing oblique indentations to his still alert appendage. The moan that escaped him was a deep throaty one that said he was more than ready for round three.

Smiling, I lean closer slipping the tip of my tongue along the shell of his ear. “It’s always been amazing, I’m always amazing”, I say in a self-satisfied way before continuing to lick his ear.

“Mmm, you’re bad. Trying to start something?”

That same lopsided smirk decorated his lips and my belly flipped.

“Nope, who said we were done to begin with?”

Without missing a beat, Daryl crashed his full lips into mine, but it was me who took control of the kiss. The passion between us was evident and I was sure that if the room had smoke alarms we would have set them off. Another sensual moan escaped his lips which made my nether regions clench from the desire to have him nestled there again. Just as his movements became urgent and his kiss needy, a loud sound filled the silence pf the space.

Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz.

“Mmm, ignore it,” I coax continuing the pleasurable attack my hand was doping under the black sheet of Daryl’s bed.

“Ah, baby,” he groaned out as my finger glided across the smooth tip of his manhood.

With more urgency, Daryl pressed himself against me then brought his large hand to trace along the right side of my body until he cupped my breast.

“Mmm,” I say tightening the grip of my hand around him.

Daryl’s response was to tweak my sensitive and aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The action easily brought more moans of pleasure from my lips. It also served the purpose of distracting me. When I felt his other hand skim across my stomach then dip lower and lower the anticipation in me had my back arching off the bed.

Once he made it to the sweet spot between my thighs a high-pitched sigh escaped me. Within seconds he had me panting and mewling from the skill of his fingers and within seconds I needed more of him. Daryl was good at many things, but the one thing he excelled at hands down was his ability to get me from zero to one hundred in thirty seconds flat. It was a skill he’d developed in college and had never relented in holding the record for.

Buzz, Buzz. Buzz, buzz.

I felt the absence of him before he pulled away but when his hand left my body he spoke against my lips, “It could be work, La”.

In this very moment you didn’t give a flying fuck if it was work. Right now there were much more important matters at hand. That was all it took to spark my anger. It was a small action, but it spoke volumes and brought memories of other times before where he’d seemed so aloof. Using all the self-control I possessed coupled with some learned tricks to decelerate my emotions, I clenched my jaw and silently willed my anger to remain in check.

With my eyes glued to him, I watch on as he glances at his phone screen then types in the unlock code. When his face illuminates white from the screen, I continue to watch and crane my eyes to get a glimpse of his screen to see just what it was that had interrupted your moment. Almost as soon as it opens there is a picture of a pretty woman with her legs spread eagle butt naked.

“Oh”,” Daryl rushes out as he jerks from me. The sudden movement has him fumbling his phone but with a stroke of last-minute grace he holds it close to him, hiding it from me. Too late.

The tight hold I had on my anger was suddenly not enough to contain it. With almost inhumane speed, I bolted upright and glared at him sending a thousand hot blades through my eyes in his direction.

“What the hell was that!?”

The heat on my face quickly spread down my neck until my chest felt like I was standing in direct sunlight on the hottest day of summer.

Daryl shrugs, “Nothing”.

“Don’t nothing me, I saw that. Who is that”?

He reached over the bed and placed his phone on the bedside table. “I don’t know La. Must have been a wrong number. It’s nothing”.

My nose crinkled from the stench of his lie. They always had their own distinct scent. I always knew when he was lying and unfortunate he was lying more often than not. “

“Oh nothing? That’s nothing!? So, it’s nothing when you’re getting naked pictures while you’re in bed with me?”

I hadn’t meant to scream the words but once they were out they bounced off the walls, echoing in the room.

“La, calm down,” Daryl cautiously encouraged, “She’s no one.”

Suddenly I felt as if I was going to be sick. The tight knot in my stomach spasmed, a familiar feeling. “No one! So if she’s no one, then what am I?”

Daryl rolled his eyes, and sighed in the exaggerated way he did when he was annoyed with the direction something had taken, “God here we go”.

When he dropped back onto the bed, you bolted to your feet. He was annoyed? Shit, I was past annoyed right now and I had every right to be.

“Yes here we do, Daryl. What the hell is wrong with you? Who is that woman and why is she sending you naked pictures?”

Silence filled the space as he laid there staring into the ceiling completely ignoring me. He knew how much I hated it when he did this. I was convinced he did it because I hated it so much. I didn’t want to go irate right now, but I was seconds away from going atomic.

“Hello!”

Another sigh came from him before he sat up and reached for me. With his hand inches from my breast I leaned back and slapped it away. It was supposed to be a regular hit but because of my anger it was much more than a regular hit. It was a hard one that made the sting from it ricochet through your hand.

“You know what, fuck you Daryl.”

Without missing a beat, I turned and walked to the chair across the room where my clothes were currently draped over. It was time to go. I shouldn’t have even been here to begin with. Keeping my back to him I began putting on my clothes.

“Unfuckinbelivable! Every time is the same mess. The same thing!”

Angrily slinging my shirt over my head I do my best to keep the tears pricking my eyes away. I was tired of crying, tired of this circle.

“Don’t do this La,” Daryl began, his voice smooth as a hustler on the corner trying to upsell some weed, “Listen her name is Marcella, and we were hanging out a while back. That’s it, we haven’t in weeks though.”

Spinning around to face him my eyes narrowed, “Weeks? We’ve been fucking for years Daryl. We’ve been going around this for years. Years! Unbelievable. Oh La, I miss you, I love you, I’m going to change I promise, it’s just you. Bullshit!”

I felt so stupid to have believed his lies, to have expected anything to change. I felt dumb being here right now. My anger had morphed into hurt and it was becoming harder and harder to fight back the tears. I should have known nothing had changed, that nothing would have changed. Deep down I knew it was the same bullshit. Every time I looked in the mirror I saw the truth shining back at me. I had been stupid for a long time.

I watch as Daryl slinks across the room to me with a somber look on his face that I knew was an act. For it to be real he had to feel remorse, an emotion you doubted he even fathomed. Raising my hands I try to keep him at bay because I know if he touches me even a little bit my anger will falter, and he will turn it all around. I didn’t want him to placate me with lies any longer.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Now I can’t touch you? Come on, you love when I touch you.”

He laced his fingers with mine before he pulled me closer to him. “I’m the only one that makes you feel good,” he cooed, “The only one that knows how to touch you.”

For emphasis, Daryl brought his hand around to cup my ass in a way that also brought my leg up to wrap around his waist. Groaning, I pressed my palm to his torso trying to push him off, but he wouldn’t budge. “I’m the only one that makes you drip”, he says his voice dropping to an impossibly deep baritone that instantly proved his words true. It was a voice I had always been utterly powerless against.

I hated his cockiness, hated that there was even an ounce of truth to his words, hated that he had me right where he wanted me.

“Stop it Daryl, I’m not playing.”

“Neither am I,” he said against your ear making you shiver. “I haven’t seen her in weeks. As I said, it’s nothing.”

With that, he tipped my chin up, so I looked into his eyes and just like that, it was over. “I want you”.

I searched his eyes for lies though I knew the lies were to be found on his lips instead. I searched frantically and desperately but there were no lies in his eyes.

“You La. Just you.”

His lips crashed into mine, pulling me into a soul sucking kiss. Soul sucker. That was exactly what he is. Soul sucker. I knew he was full of shit; I knew it yet still I allowed him to kiss me, allowed him the time to worm him hands along my body until I felt his fingers creep up my skirt where I am bare and wet. Wet from wanting him, needing him. Damn it! I hated this; I hated him. A moan filled the room, and I am annoyed to realize it was mine.

Traitor. My body was a traitor, always had been. Daryl lifted me and instinctively my other leg wrapped around his waist. When his mouth moved to my neck the hard press of his girth between my thighs sends my head flying back giving him complete access to the spot he loved to exploit and that was when I knew it.

Fuck! It’s over.

Once he has my back slammed against the wall, he follows suit but grinding his hips against me so I can feel the thing I crave. Without warning, he then slams into me with all the strength and force his powerful body holds. The action pulls a scream from your lips. It’s a scream that is raspy and high pitched all at once, a scream that never stood a chance of ending because before it could, he snapped his lips forward again reminding me that every word he spoke before was true.

“Aaah!”

The force of Daryl’s hips slams into me over and over, harder, and harder until I am seeing stars and unable to catch my breath. All I can do is hold onto him for dear life and pray to whoever was watching this show that you wouldn’t be forever scared by this man.

“You’re mine La!”

Slam.

“Mine!”

Slam.

“--Have been since you were nineteen and will always be mine,” he added, his lips brushing your ear, so you didn’t miss one word.

Slowing down, Daryl circled his hips again nudging your g-spot until you were sure you were going to pass out. In seconds you were clenching around him giving him the satisfaction of knowing you were powerless to him.

“This sweet spot is mine, Leianna, cause I do it the best. Me!”

The possessiveness in his voice could not be missed. He always did get off on claiming ownership. He loved it when I told him I belonged to him, loved when I bore his markings on my skin for others to see, and loved I went out smelling like him. This was nothing different. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he overwhelmed me with the barrage of thrusts that served as nothing more than way to mark you, brand you as his.

Another orgasm claimed me sweeping me up into the frenzy of need that tied us together.

Bringing his hand to your throat he held you there against the wall making you moan louder and clench harder around him. “Say my name La, say it!”

He knew I liked it when he got rough. Fuck him, I thought as another moan fell from my lips. I hated him but I was loving every second of the pleasure he brought me through this show of assertion he was putting on, loved the feel of him pounding into me, trying to mark me. Fuck him and damn me, I loved it all.

“Say it,” Daryl badgered adding a slight amount of pressure. Not enough to hurt me but it was enough to make me wetter.

“Daryl,” I gasp out of breath as he keeps pounding into me against his wall.

“Whose is it? Who does it belong to?”

The air around us has become so thick that catching a breath is nearly impossible and the lack of oxygen has my head spinning.

“Whose!”

His shout brings me back to the moment. our eyes linger and I watch as his mouth falls open clearly enraptured with the pleasure he was finding in me.

“Yours. Shit Daryl, it’s yours, always has been, yes, yes, yes!”

I feel the tint of shame wash over me. Shame for saying the words, shame for allowing him to put me in this situation, shame for never wanting him to stop fucking me, shame for wanting to stay in this bubble for as long as possible because it would mean he would stay here with me in this moment away from his lies and away from his asshole moves.

Digging my nails into his shoulder I aim to hurt him and with his shout I am pleased to know that I have. With one final thrust that sends my head banging into the wall, Daryl fills me, marking me as we both find our release. For long moments we clutch one another panting as we slowly come down from the euphoria of our bodies connecting, the euphoria I had only ever found in him.

When I am coherent enough I realize that Daryl had moved us back to the bed. I feel his lips press to my jaw, then my neck before he pulls away from my body and walks away toward the bathroom. I take another steadying breath then see him grab his phone from the nightstand before disappearing into the bathroom. Again the knot in my stomach spasms and I feel sick to my stomach as utter disgust and self-loathing washes over me. I was stupid, so stupid. I knew it, and he must have known it too because he knew he had me, he knew it.

The stinging of my tears pushed me into action. Standing on wobbly legs I took a moment to steady myself then fixed the clothes I was wearing. I approached the chair again to finish dressing then dug a note card from my purse and wrote across it with the red lipstick he liked so much. Gathering my things I walked to the bed ignoring the crumpled sheets and placed the notecard on his pillow. Looking around I took a moment to make sure I had everything then walked through the bedroom door towards the door.

I didn’t look back. What was the purpose of doing so? I walked with my head high and spine straight with a head filled with vows to never return but your heart whispered into the abyss of your pain that you’d be back.

#original fiction #novel sample

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mikhailwrites · 4 months

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Waiting for Connection 5 / Ghost x Soap NerdAU

Ghost is retired and plays milsim videogame. Soap is still in the force and sometimes plays that same videogame...

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Since that first custom-made mission, every time they get to play together, Soap, without fail, asks if Ghost has another one. He doesn’t because it takes a lot of time to make it good, and Ghost wouldn’t be happy with anything less than perfect. It goes on like this for a week until Ghost can’t help but get curious as well.

“You have a downtime? Haven’t seen you online so much as this past week,” Simon asks while they idle in the game menu.

Soap takes a minute to answer, a telltale sign of him considering whether to tell or not. “Sort of?” he finally says.

“If you can’t tell me, just say so. I understand,” Ghost says, staring at Soap’s avatar on the screen as if it was really Soap.

“Nah, I just… hate lying. Uhm, I’m on medical leave,” John finally admits, and he honestly sounds as if he would like it much better if Ghost didn’t know.

“No shame in that unless you injured yourself while drunk off-duty,” Simon tells him, hoping his voice carries all the conviction it can. He’s not saying it just to make Soap feel better, damn, he’s been injured so many times he lost track. “Just focus on healing and getting better. Don’t lie to your commanding officer if you’re not feeling up for active duty yet.”

John chuckles. “I’d ask if you’ve ever been so diligent yourself, but I think we both know the answer to that.”

“Do as I say, not as I do.” Ghost clicks on the Start the game button, hoping to change the topic.

“Yes, sir,” Soap says in a tone that spells mockery.

The game is fine. It’s a mission they’ve both played before and know what to expect, which takes away a lot of the thrill. So much so that fifteen minutes in, they ditch any semblance of tactical comms and straight-up chat. Ghost is very aware he is *that* person now but can’t bring himself to care. Not even when two other players try to shut them up.

In the end, they both get kicked out of the party. “Alright, that was unexpected,” Soap notes, “how about we play your mission?”

“Again?” Ghost asks. They’ve played it so many times and so many different ways he remembers every little detail by now. One time, they even went totally overboard, Soap bringing a jet and Ghost controlling a tank. It was utter nonsense, of course, but a ton of fun nonetheless.

“You know, I was thinking…,” Soap starts and suddenly, Ghost regrets he didn’t just start the custom mission.

“Well, congratulations on that,” Ghost ribs Soap in the hopes of derailing whatever inquisitive shit he had planned. He should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Ha-fucking-ha. Anyway. How come you’ve never joined one of those hardcore mil-sim groups? I know they’re out there, and if I know, you must also know.”

“I don’t want to,” Ghost answers, honest, plain and simple as he starts the mission nonetheless. Maybe, just maybe, it could steer the conversation elsewhere.

“But… why? You don’t like to play with kids,” Soap asks, digging deeper. Ghost doesn’t like it, yet he doesn’t tell him off.

“I don’t like to play with fetishists, either,” Ghost deadpans as he checks the gear and starts walking towards the buildings.

“Alright. What about other pros?”

“Soap…,” Ghost groans, leaning back in his chair, tapping the armrests with his fingers, “I… don’t usually get along well with other people, as you might’ve noticed by now.”

“I thought you were only pissed about the lack of skill,” Soap says, stopping his character next to Ghost’s, waiting for him to move.

“It’s not the only reason,” Ghost admits, feeling the uneasiness grip his body. It must somehow reflect in his voice because Soap eases up on the interrogation tone.

“Should I feel special, then? That you want to play with me?” It’s a genuine question masquerading as a joke.

“Would it matter if I said no?”

“No.” He can practically hear the shit-eating grin in Soap’s voice. “But… what if I recommended someone?”

“John…,” Ghost sighs.

“No, let me finish, Simon. They are my friends and my team members as well. They’re really good and if you like me, then… I think you will get along with them just fine.” Ghost is tempted to end the call. He has been through countless discussions just like this one, and it’s bringing him memories he doesn’t want to think about right now.

After a moment of silence, Ghost moves up, killing a single enemy way out in the dark so as not to be an easy target. He also decides to turn the tables on Soap. “Why are you doing this?”

“So you don’t have to play alone while I’m gone?”

“Fearing I’d get lonely? Touching,” Ghost retorts, his tone carrying a trace of bitterness.

“You can be a right prick sometimes, Ghost,” John replies, more serious and somehow… disappointed. Simon closes his eyes, ignoring a pang of regret.

Before he can reply, another voice joins the chat. Stripey sits on the table, as usual, looking at Ghost with his big amber eyes. “Meow!” Ghost raises an eyebrow at the rare occurrence.

“What was that?” John asks, audibly surprised.

“Just my cat, Stripey,” Ghost replies calmly, aligning the iron sights and clicking the mouse two times to two-burst the enemy.

The voice chat goes silent for a dozen seconds. Then: “You have a cat? And you named your cat a Sergeant?”

“Well, technically, it’s Sgt. Stripey, so…,” Ghost trails off as another enemy opens fire at them. Great, now it’s no longer a stealth operation. Not that it matters, really.

There’s a very heartfelt groan. “So that’s a Sergeant Sergeant… ye ken, that could pass as animal cruelty, Ghost.”

“Touchy on the subject of Sergeants, Sergeant?” Simon chuckles.

“How did you… well, no, but it’s a horrible name for a cat.”

“How do I know you’re a Sergeant? You sound too young and driven to be anything higher up the chain and too skilled and experienced to be anything less, Soap,” Ghost imparts his opinion. “As for the cat… well, he, too, is too young and driven, and I’m definitely not making a Lieutenant out of him and risk finding myself in a situation where I would’ve to take orders from him.”

John laughs at that, an honest, clear sound that makes Ghost smile as well before he spots an enemy peeking from behind a building. “Tango, front, fifty feet, corner of the red building.”

He sees John’s avatar turn immediately, weapon at the ready, corner in his sights. “Covering the corner, sir,” Soap says.

“Well spotted, keep an eye on it. I’ll go around,” Ghost instructs as he checks the magazine.

They breeze through the rest of the mission, finishing it in almost record time, which is impressive, given the amount of idle chat.

Later that evening, when he bids John a good night and turns off the computer, Ghost finds himself lingering in his chair. Slowly, he reaches out and takes his phone. Ghost hesitates, looking at the name in the Contacts menu for a while before he finally hits the dial button. It’s time to do some due diligence.

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghoap #ghost mw2 #soap mw2

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littlefantasinia · 4 months

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Fandom: Disgaea Characters: Fuji, Pirilika Words: 1000+ Summary: Pirilika's not quite done yet. Fuji should have known, really.

A place where you can be yourself, a place where you can cry I’ll become that for you

“I was talking with Flonne about your curse,” Pirilika says, not looking up as she very carefully cuts the patterned fabric she bought the previous week. Another outfit for Ao, apparently. “I hope you don’t mind. But two sleds are faster than none, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Two heads are better than one,” Fuji says, almost automatically. Sitting across her with one of her many sketchbooks in hand, he raises an eyebrow. He’s been expecting a quiet afternoon, especially after they’ve just gotten back from helping out another Netherworld the day prior. The echoes of the curse have settled onto his limbs, and downtime is usually enough to help deal with it.

He does usually get that quiet whenever he catches Pirilika personally working on an outfit in her atelier, as she could very rarely be distracted from her newest vision. And even if he could succeed in turning her attention away, her bringing up the curse has been at the bottom of his expectations.

Shifting in his seat to a more comfortable position, Fuji asks, “What, you think she can help?”

Pirilika finishes cutting around the pattern she pinned against the fabric before finally looking up. Her smile is so bright that it’s almost blinding. “She did help Ao. And she knows of a lot of Netherworlds. So I thought, maybe she can help you too? Or at least find someone who can maybe give us a clue.”

“I’m not that excited to owe anyone, let alone an angel, another favor, Piriko,” Fuji says dryly, ignoring the tightness in his chest and the hint of blood on his tongue. “Besides, I can live with it.”

“I know, but it would be nice to know your options, right?” Pirilika says, frowning as she sets aside her scissors. “And you haven’t been holding back with doting on Ao–which she deserves! But it still hurts you every time.”

Fuji shrugs as he trains his eye on the many designs Pirilika has drawn for his daughter. She’s been trying to get all of them to wear her designs, Fuji included, but Ao is definitely her favorite to make outfits for. “Yeah, well, you always heal me anyway. It’s fine,” he says. “Besides, I don’t trust some random higher-up in Celestia.”

“She’s not just a random higher-up,” Pirilika says. “She’s a friend! And Ceefore trusts her too.”

“Weapon Otaku’s not always the best judge of character. Neither are you, Piriko.” Grinning, he adds, “If anything, you’re probably the worst.”

“I was right about you though!”

“Eh, you got lucky.”

“I did,” she says, voice so soft that he can’t help looking up. She isn’t even looking at him as she pins another part of her paper pattern on the remaining fabric. As if this is just a plain old thought that doesn’t bear any further introspection. “I got very, very lucky. I can’t thank you enough, Fuji.”

He should have been able to predict it, but he isn’t able to push down the cough in time. He remembers to hold her sketchbook away at least. For the sake of Ao and her future dresses, of course. “Damn it, Piriko. Stop saying embarrassing things. I thought you were trying to help.”

“I am!” she says as she places the fabric down gently on the table in front of her. She holds out her hands and Fuji immediately feels the relief her magic provides. “And,” she continues, after his coughing subsides, “if Flonne does get back to me, I’ll look into any of her leads. You don’t have to owe her or even me anything. We can just say I’m doing this for my own sake.”

“What, you tired of healing me all the time already?”

“Of course not, silly. But…well, I did say I’d make it so you can have a place to be yourself. And I’ve been thinking–”

“Well, that’s dangerous.”

She scrunches her nose at him briefly but continues. “I’ve been thinking, that hoping to do that while doing nothing about your curse is kind of selfish, right? I mean, that’s like saying I want you to push through the pain. And I’m sure you already do that every day for us.”

The sentiment is not surprising, certainly not from her, but he can’t help watching her face quietly anyway. It’s not exactly the same, but he’s still reminded of the times when they’d hear someone criticize Opener for the fall of Hinomoto. A hint of guilt, and maybe some helplessness in the way her lips try to force a sympathetic smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

She’s probably thinking something stupid like her not having the right to be upset about him hurting.

“You really are a dumbass,” he says, with no real bite to his tone. “Look, I can handle it, all right? But if you want to look into it so badly, I’m not stopping you.”

That brings back the genuine smile on her face. The sight stabs through him, but he carries on. “Just don’t get yourself killed while playing detective or whatever. Otherwise, I’d be forced to find another gullible customer who can pay as well as you. And with my luck and in this economy? Hah.”

The insult hardly dulls the brightness of her voice. “You can always come with me. I’ll pay for your time, of course.” It’s an excuse they both use and will probably continue to use until, well, until something changes. He’s not holding his breath on anything.

“You know,” he says instead, before his thoughts lead him further, “I’ve been thinking of upping my rates recently.”

“Is that a no?” She pouts, a little more exaggerated than usual.

“Only if you can’t pay,” he says, grinning.

It’s hardly an obstacle. Nothing ever really is with Pirilika.

As Fuji watches her go back to making another dress for his little girl, he allows himself to let go of what little doubt he has left.

Maybe she can do this one too.

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A/N: This is more of a practice piece, since I haven’t written anything in sooo longgg, let alone for Disgaea, oops. Please forgive (´；ω；`)ｳｩｩ

I see FujiPiri in…a lot of aspects to the point that I’d prefer to call them soulmates…? Not necessarily in a romantic sense. But more of in a, “they would have inevitably been in each other’s lives one way or another” or “they come in a set; do not separate them” kind of way. Shrug emojis at the universe. It’s not my fault the ending song is like that ww.

Anyway, Fuji literally calls her Baal’s archnemesis. Of course, she can kick a curse in the ass too. The only thing stopping her in canon is definitely just the status quo.

Also, I had this in mind for Ao’s outfit! She’d be so cute. (*´▽｀*) I love you, Ao-chan!!! https://www.tumblr.com/lolita-wardrobe/727907991892967424/yupbro-the-spring-of-high-mountains-wa-lolita

#disgaea #disgaea 7 #fuji #pirilika

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codename-adler · 1 year

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Hello, Andrew.

(If this isn’t Andrew then bug off. I’ll know.)

So. Hi. I’m Aaron Minyard. Your brother. Your twin brother, you know. Did you know? I didn’t know. That was some surprise. Good surprise, though. Only good. Promise.

I don’t know if you know how I found out? I was at the park, doing things, you know, doing my own thing, and some police prick kept yelling for me, only, by your name. He swore I was you. Officer Philip Higgins, at your service. Well not really, he was ready to drag me back to where you belong (I don’t know where that is). But you must know that. How he is, I mean. Not where you belong. Although you just might. I hope you know. You could help me out then.

But, uh, getting ahead of myself. Imagine I start asking you all sorts of philosophical questions and truths when we haven’t even met… Yikes… You’d probably tell me to fuck off, and I’d agree with you. So I’m not gonna do that. It’s not why I wanted to write to you anyway.

Brotherhood is what I wanted to write to you about. I woke up that day, never in a million years imagining I’d go to bed a brother. Like, I have a brother . You. You are my brother. My twin brother. And I’m yours. I don’t know who was born first (I was, I’m sure of it), but… Twins , Andrew! That’s wicked cool.

And not just that. We are IDENTICAL. ("Monozygotic" twins, it's called. Epic.) Even Higgins was fooled, and frankly astounded when he found me. His face! Although he must’ve thought the same thing about mine, and twice worse at that. I can’t really wrap my head around the fact. That there’s a whole other person, completely separate from me, that looks exactly like me nonetheless. It seems impossible. I guess it’ll only really sink in when we’ll see each other, right?

I wonder if you and I have the same teeth. Mine are alright, I think. Not exactly Colgate-worthy, but I’ve got all of them, in the right place, which is good enough for me. I never really paid attention, before. I've learned that teeth are often different, even if slightly, in sets of identical twins. I read about it in a textbook at the school library. When I found out, I mean. I don’t want you to think that I have a weird tooth fetish or something. I just really like biology.

There’s so much to a body that you don’t realize makes a body a person. How does my hair look on you? Or like, the other way around. Higgins said we have the same eyes. But to what extent? Where do yours end and mine begin? Is it in the shape? The color? The light’s reflection in them? The lashes, perhaps, or the eyebrows above? What about the eyebrows? Two bodies, side by side, exactly the same in every way, yet one is you, and one is me. Wow. It just… It never stops. My brain exploded just now. Again. Does yours do that too? Since you’ve known?

Like, imagine we have reverse parts! I mean, you know how my right half is your left, and your right half is my left? Maybe our moles are mirrored. That could be how people tell us apart. “Hey, there’s Aaron with the left-cheek mole! Not to be confused with Andrew, with the right-cheek mole!”, you know? Jeez, we can’t be that identical, can we?

Can we really?

I don't have much experience with twins. There were those Conway girls in 4th grade, not identical, just fraternal twins. They still looked a whole lot like each other. It's crazy to remember them, now. To think, that as I was fascinated by the pair of them, not only did I have my own other half, but you were so close. And I didn't even feel it. Is that bad? Is there something wrong with me? With... us? Do you think, because of what happened when we were born... because of Mom... our connection suffered? Don't tell her that. Please don't tell her that. But how? How could I not feel anything missing? I never knew, Andrew. Never once had an ounce of a doubt. No phantom limbs, no echo in my mind, no unexplainable pains nor random premonitions. You were never there. Even now, as I write to you, I really hope you'll be at the other end of my letter, because you still feel... void. Like this is all a joke my mind is playing on me. I hope you're really real. Not just a pipedream.

Maybe we can work on it. The twin "bond" thingy. Maybe you knew? Not, like, knew-knew, just... knew? Or maybe looking back on things now, you realize you knew? I'm trying to do that, to look for memories where there could have been something tipping me off, but I have a shit memory. It's so vague and fuzzy most of the time. Does that happen to you? So much for wanting to be a doctor...

So did you? Know?

I hope you did, in some kind of cosmic way, as they say. Because if you did, maybe the connection, our twin bond, isn't totally broken. We can get it back to full strength.

If you'd like, that is.

Imagine the fucking bad luck of it all if we were those ill-fated twins of big stories, destined to be sworn enemies, and everything would have been fine if that damn policeman had just minded his own business! Ha!

I haven't really talked about Mom or the family. I hope you're not expecting a dad, because I haven't got one of those for you. I'm sorry. I would have liked for you to have a dad. I mean, when they find your long-lost family, you hope for the whole package, right? So yeah, no dad. But we got an uncle and an aunt, and a cousin! I'll tell you about them if you want to. I'm just worried I'll scare you off if I start right away, on top of the mess I'm already telling you now. But we got time, right? I shouldn't feel rushed, I must remember that. We found each other and there's no way I'm letting go. And we'll meet soon, right? I know Mom refused the offer your foster mother gave us, but Mom doesn't have to know... Not immediately, at least. I mean, she did carry us for 9 months, but I also shared the womb with you from the beginning, so I don't know who's got priority over who... But I'm choosing to give it to you.

I'll stop my nonsense here, now. I don't want you to start believing your newfound brother's a total nutcase. I'm not, promise. I hope you're doing okay on your end with everything that's been going on. Your foster mom seems nice. That's nice. So, yeah, again I'm really glad you're here now, and I'll be seeing you soon, yeah? Okay.

Bye now.

- Aaron

#In this Gemini weather #twinyards #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #tilda minyard #officer higgins #aftg #all for the game #twinyards bonding #aftg fic #aftg hc #the foxhole court

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Iterators but they’re cats and have magic…

Welcome to GalacticClan

A multi-fandom cat roleplay between myself and Rain that started and died years ago, but recently got rebooted.

And so, when I made Cecille (my sona who was based off of Suns), added them to the roleplay, then made Pebblefang, I knew that eventually I was going to add the rest of the iterators…

So, a week later, here they are:

Sig, Innocence, Moon and Sliver

I do have ideas for Grey Wind, I just haven’t quite managed to figure them out as a character just yet

About the designs (and characters)

Sig is a Bobtail-fold mix. I already had a feline-like design for him so I can’t quite remember my thought process when it came to the design itself, aside from the colour asymmetry, which I decided to add last second to add that little bit of spice that the design was originally lacking. He is a direct neighbour of Cecille and was the first of the other house-cats to meet Pebblefang.

Innocence is a Turkish Angora. When I picture her, I think of purples, whites, and also crystals? So I decided that since I don’t really know too much about them except for fan interpretations, I’d go with my gut and make them a white fluffy. Not scared to speak her mind, nor get her paws dirty.

Moon is a Turkish Van, commonly referred to as swimming cats. The only reason why I chose that is because my brain associates Moon, and also blue, with water. And they’re very pretty cats. Now, what happened? Moons owners’ house burned down and she got left behind when they moved. Her bandana got a little singed in the fire but she doesn’t care, and wears it anyway. It was a gift from Sliver after all. She doesn’t mind the fact she got left behind, it would have been worse having to leave everyone else. So she just lives as a stray instead, allowing her to travel freely between the cats she calls her family.

And finally Sliver. Sliver is an Egyptian Mau. Why? No idea, scrolling through the cat breeds in my brain and the Mau just stuck out as one I could picture Sliver as. In GalacticClan lore, Sliver is an ancient cat from the time the five clans founded with the strange ability to see StarClan when they were walking amongst the living cats. Later she would join their ranks… but how is she among these house-cats now if she’s dead? Simple. Some of the more powerful StarClan cats, known as Guardians, can take on a physical form and live amongst the living cats again. Each Clan has one, and Sliver is the Guardian of JupiterClan, the clan of which Pebblefang is from, and Cecille ends up leading. However, duty doesn’t stop them from growing close bonds with certain cats <33

I’ll be posting about them more on @rivsocblog with the rest of my GC content :>

#rain world #rain world iterator #caterators #warrior cats #warrior cats roleplay #warriors #warrior cats rp

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Hello! 👋🏾,

I’ve found your page a few days ago, and reading through your masterlist was the first time I’ve ever seen the term ‘Divine Feminine’.

Your messages and posts talking about Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine made me wonder if I was a DF myself. They were hitting spot on for me personally.

Let me tell ya, every since reading your posts, I’ve seen DF messages everywhere! I’m just gone assume that was the universe and my spirit guides confirming that I am indeed, a Divine Feminine.

I haven’t met my DM outside of my dreams and the 5D, yet.

I’ve been having dreams where he comes in them for about a few years now, and it makes me happy whenever he shows up.

Whenever we talk to each other in the 5D my conscious mind isn’t allowed to remember or be there for those conversations.

I’ve always known I was connected to him in some way, but now I’m wondering if he might be my DM. I’d be fine if he wasn’t, it’s just that my connection to him is completely different from the other people that come in my dreams.

I wanna ask if it’s normal for me to go through periods of time, where I’m not feeling the need to reach out to him as much and be consumed with him.

Because I go through periods where I’m so enamored by him and just the thought of him makes me giddy and happy. I could literally sit and think about him all day.

But then randomly, I just stop thinking about him that much and he stops showing up in my dreams. During the down period, it’s almost as if he’s just another man, but in a familiar way? Kinda like after awhile of being close to someone it starts to feel like you just want to exist along side them instead of being consumed by them?

I’m trying so hard to put this feeing into words that are easy to comprehend.

It’s an off and on thing that’s been happening since 2019, I wanna say.

I’ve known about him since 2017, but I didn’t think anything of it until he randomly started popping up into my dreams in 2019 and hasn’t gone away since.

He is literally everywhere. He shows up no matter what I’m doing, someway and somehow he finds a way to pop back up.

It’s funny whenever he randomly shows up somewhere he shouldn’t be, in theory.

I think I’m rambling now, so I’ll try to wrap this up.

I’m asking if it’s normal for Divine pairings to go through this off and on, intense, visceral need to be entirely surrounded by each other, to not really reaching out to one another that much?

We are currently in one of those down time periods, so that made me start thinking.

Also, I have no idea what a Divine Feminine actually is, so if you feel comfortable with answering that as well, I’d like for you to explain that to me, please.

Thank you for answering, if you choose to. And even if you don’t answer, thank you for reading this anyway.

🤎

Beautiful questions, don’t worry about your questions being too long or feeling as though you’re inconveniencing me by asking long questions, you’re giving other people the opportunity to learn and giving me the opportunity to share with you. Only you know the answer the question on if he’s your divine masculine or divine counterpart or not and I believe that you know deep down inside. What you’re experiencing are no contact/separation periods and they are completely normal and a regular occurrence for those experiencing a twin flame connection or even a really high level soul connection. The periods of time where you don’t think of him as much are don’t feel as driven to communicate with him or be around him as much are normal and you may feel as though you don’t feel his energy at those times.

In my personal twin flame journey, during the early years of our connection, we would go our separate ways quite frequently, often times without any given reason at all and go off and live our lives for a while, be in different relationships, experience different experiences in our lives,, and there were times when we separated or went or separate ways due to disagreements or arguments but all in all when we came back to one another or reconciled again it was like we never left. The connection was just as strong if not more, the love never left.

There are times when divine counterparts go into separation and the desire to be with one another, be around one another, be consumed by one another,, is very real and very deep. You live, breathe, sleep, eat that person.

What is/who is divine feminine?

Divine feminine looks different and feels different for everyone or may differ significantly depending on who you ask. She can fall under so many different aspects, be presented and expressed in so many different ways. To put it simply and easily, divine feminine is the feminine aspect of the divine. The divine feminine is the yin/dark energy (darkness,passivity,gentleness, absorption, earth) the divine feminine energy has nothing to do with societal adaptations of what femininity is supposed to look like and has everything to do with energy so the energy of being, the energy of receiving or receptivity, the energy of resting, the energy of surrender, forgiveness, flow, trust, emotion, intuition, and sensuality.

So when we speak about the divine feminine vs the wounded feminine we see certain specific juxtaposition between the two. A wounded feminine energy may hold energies or things like being out of tune with oneself, repressed truth or repressed identity, feeling unworthy or insecure or having low self esteem, holding onto feelings of guilt or shame, not being able to set strong boundaries or hold oneself to high regard or express yourself in such a way in which you know you deserve good things and are open to receiving them. You may also see things like codependency and being dependent on something or someone outside of oneself to make them feel whole, feel good about themselves or make them feel safe or secure. When someone suffers from wounded feminine energy, the authentic (feminine) core,spirit or essence of someone is disabled from being able to be fully embraced and expressed.

Here are some beautiful chakra/archetype charts for feminine energies:

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ROTTMNT Moths Fly In Packs - Chapter Three

A/N: HEY IM ALIVE. I am so sorry it’s been two literal weeks I got stuck in a rut and then like couldn’t figure out how to write from there for the life of me 🫠 BUT HEY I figured it out eventually and Ngl I think this chapter turned out pretty fun and cute! It is the first time I wrote Mikey for a long period of time and a little bit of Donnie too so like, apologies for any OOC moments. I’m still learning TvT But yesyes, enjoy the read and thank you for your time <3 Also I’ve decided Mikey and Salena’s duo name is gonna be Pink Tangerine anyway byeeeeeeeee

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Chapter One

Disclaimer: Chapter involves light manipulation, light sexual harassment, curse words, and violence. If you’re sensitive to that stuff, scroll past and stay safe <3

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The mushy brown grub splat down on my tray.

I stuck out my tongue in disgust. School lunch might honestly be the worst thing known to man, the bar is so low the devil plays limbo with it. Yet somehow this school still puts everywhere else to shame.

I overheard from some of the upperclassmen a while back that the food used to be on par with others, apparently it got worse after they hired a new lunch aid. No one ever told him anything, though. We’re all way too scared of him.

We sat down at a table and I began poking the food with my fork, mentally preparing to stomach it down. Jaiden looked at me with similarly dead eyes from our meal.

“God, this is so gross. I get that this lunch is supposed to be healthy and all but sometimes I’d rather just eat burger grease.”

That was the second reason I never said anything to the lunch aid. As much as I shit on the food, it’s actually healthier than the usual microwaved fries and stuff. I’ve noticed the effects too, ever since I joined Roosevelt High last year my body admittedly felt much less sluggish.

“Well, food is food. Let’s just be grateful it’s even human food at this point.”

They giggled and scoffed. “Yeah, barely.”

Trying to distract myself from how squishy my mouth felt at every bite, I focused on Jaiden instead. They don’t really emote often, they’re the type of person to have a resting-bitch-face 24/7. But of course, one of life’s greatest ironies was blessing Jaiden with one of the heartiest smiles I’ve ever seen.

For a moment their lips curve, their forehead wrinkles, and their tooth gap is on full display. Eyes shut, all their thoughts were too focused on whatever brought them so much glee, completely forgetting to worry about how they looked or were being perceived. I wish they could be like that all the time.

“Hello? You’re staring at me like a creep again.”

“I know, I know. I’ll stop.” I rolled my eyes, knowing they didn’t actually mind.

“You really should smile more often, though. You’re gifted with such a pretty smile but you never show it off, Jay.”

It went quiet. Before I could spend too long worrying if I said the wrong thing, they broke the silence.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?”

“Is that even a question? You know you can tell me anything.”

“Well yeah but…it’s kinda relationship related.”

Oh dear. I straightened up and focused all my attention on them. I may be ass at understanding romance but by god, I still tried my best to help Jaiden with theirs.

“So…Was he distant again?”

“I mean, yeah technically. But it’s not even just him anymore, I haven’t been the best at reaching out either. I don’t want anyone else to know this so you better keep it a secret.”

I nodded and they continued.

“I guess I just can’t find any reason to catch up with him. He barely talks to me, stopped complimenting me, and I just can’t like him like that when it feels like he doesn’t even remember we’re dating. I haven’t felt happy with him or confident or anything cause he doesn’t! Talk! About! Me!”

“Ah y-yeah, that’s…that’s pretty bad.”

“He knows how I feel about this stuff. I’m worried he’s not into me anymore. I haven’t felt beautiful in so long because of him. I feel invisible Salena.”

I thought back to our old school. Jaiden had a huge crush on one of our classmates and miraculously got asked out by him just a year later. It was quite the celebratory moment, we stayed up for hours gushing about it over the phone that night. That memory still makes me feel warm.

“What are you gonna do now?”

“That’s what I don’t know. I’m not sure what to do or how to take all of this. Nothing really feels the same anymore.” Their face fell back to its usual deadpan stare. “Honestly, I’m wondering if it would be better to just break things off.”

“…Well, whatever happens, I’m here for you.”

We sat in awkward silence. I wish I was better at comforting people. Jaiden isn’t a huge hugger either so I can’t even try that.

“By the way I…I think I’m starting to like someone else, actually.”

Their voice was barely above a whisper. Before I could ask who, a tray slammed down between us.

“Hey, guys - Jaiden move over a bit - what’d I miss?”

“Hey Zane!”

“Hiya Zane.” I gave him a small wave and Jaiden and I made room for him between us.

I started zoning out a bit while Jaiden and Zane caught up with each other. My mind wouldn’t stop thinking about what Jaiden said. That they like someone else. I mean, it’s not a wild idea considering how they and their boyfriend barely count as a couple anymore but still. Last I checked, Jaiden pretty much loathed the kids in our grade and neither of us get crushes that easily so I wonder who actually got their heart all soft.

I jumped from a sudden sharp pain in my legs. Jaiden and Zane’s conversation paused as they redirected their attention to me and my agony.

“Hey dude, are you okay?”

“Yep! I’m fine, just been working my legs a bit too much I suppose!”

Damn it Leo and your stupid persuasiveness.

What he promised would only be a “weekend thing” turned into an “almost every night thing”, leading to my legs cursing me out from how much pain consistent parkour brings them. Worst part is I can’t even blame him entirely, I’m a druggie for dopamine and caved in at the first mention of doing it more often.

“Are you sure you’re alright? Your legs keep hurting lately. Do you need painkillers? Or do you wanna go to the nurse? I can take you there!” Zane reached out and grabbed my hand.

I could feel the hair on my arms rising for the wrong reasons. Panicking, I pulled my hand back and rushed to reassure them both I was perfectly okay. Thankfully, we moved on and Zane started to ramble about some guy in his class annoying him today.

Or at least, he moved on. I was still trying to recover from the contact. I mean, this isn’t the first time he’s held my hand, our friendship was always very physically affectionate. But I just haven’t been able to handle any touch from Zane for a while. I hate that everything feels so different now knowing that he likes me. It’s not like he can control it, why do I have to be so weird about it? A little hand-holding shouldn’t get such a repulsed reaction from me.

I decided to stop my brain’s downwards spiral and calm myself down. I took a quiet breath and joined back in the conversation.

I caught Jaiden glancing at his hand. They were quieter than usual after that.

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I walked out the building as the school day ended, the afternoon sun lit up the schoolyard. The weather was getting pleasantly warmer as spring truly settled in.

Zane walked beside me with a lollipop in his mouth as we both waited for Jaiden. The two of them have an elective today but Jaiden had to run a quick question by the teacher and told me to keep Zane company for the time being. I had my own plans but it’s no biggie, all electives start ten minutes after school ends so we’ve got time. I already let Mikey know I’d be running a little late.

“I know I’m not Mr. Sunshine or anything, but I’d be lying if I said it isn’t gorgeous out today.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, it really is!”

“...You’re still thinking about Jaiden aren’t you?”

“Y-yeah sorry.”

I could tell Zane was getting a bit irritated. My attention hadn’t really been on him much today, I just couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong with Jaiden. I know they don’t really talk much but they got abnormally quiet after lunch even for them.

“I told you they’re fine Salena. I even checked in twice for your sake.”

“I know it’s just… Nevermind, you know me, I get paranoid easily.” That’s only half true. I’m paranoid but I’m not stupid.

“Hey actually, I was wondering.” He leaned closer and started playing with a loose strand of my hair, prompting me to lean away “Jaiden seemed really tired today so maybe they’d wanna go home early and rest. Do you want to-“

“I’m here.”

They stared at us with a frown on their face. Their voice was monotone. It was always monotone but usually it’d have a bit of charm mixed in with the whole dead-inside vibe. Something wasn’t right.

But no matter! They’re both here now and I should honestly get going. Zane’s here with them so I can worry about Jaiden tomorrow.

“Great! Seeing as you two are ready to go, I shall take my leave as well. Bye guys!”

“But-“

They cut him off. “Bye Salena.”

I don’t know what I did but something definitely happened with Jaiden.

Even though I didn’t manage to fully suppress my thoughts, the walk to the alley where we agreed to meet drifted my attention back towards the beautiful sunny day. The sky was cloudless, a soft spring breeze. For once the air wasn’t clouded with the stinging scent of garbage and car smoke and instead smelled fresh. Woodsy even. Don’t really get a day this perfect often here. It must’ve been fate for today to be the day I’m actually spending time with one of the guys.

Thanks to Leo’s reassurance that night, I gained some confidence and took his advice on talking with them more often. Mikey was definitely the most receptive to that. He and I bonded pretty quickly due to us being the same age and having a similar (and superior) artistic taste so obviously I had to say yes when he asked to hang out, even if it took a while for our schedules to line up.

I did one last scan to make sure no one was around before texting Mikey of my arrival. He popped out from behind a dumpster, eyes matching the bright blue sky.

“Hey hey hey! Ready for the world’s most epic hang out ever?”

“Hell yes I am! I’ve been waiting for this all week! But uh, you’re 100% sure being out in public during the day won’t be a problem considering…this whole situation?”

“We’re fine, chill. No one will recognize me with my super amazing Raph-approved disguise on!”

…His disguise was a hoodie and pants.

I mean, I guess it is New York so no one will probably care enough to notice. Or care even after they do notice. I think I’m just a little nervous since it’s my first time out in public with him.

Besides, his fit was on fire! He wore a cropped orange hoodie with white accents matched with baggy, light cargo pants. He actually looked a little taller from the pairing, maybe I should take fashion tips from him. He did remind me a little of those orange-and-creme popsicle sticks though.

I heard thumping in the distance and cocked my head to hear better.

Clomp, clomp, clomp.

Footsteps? Loud, heavy ones. They remind me of…

“Mikey, you have to hide! S-someone’s coming!”

“But I’m disgui-”

“Trust me just go!”

As he jumped back behind the dumpster, Zane came around the corner and found me leaning against the wall pretending to be on my phone. I mentally high-fived myself for the spot-on guess.

“There you are.”

“Hey! Did you need something?”

“Oh, no. Or well, yeah actually but first, what are you doing next to a garbage bin?”

“I’m waiting for my friend. We have plans today.”

“W-what?” His brows furrowed, pained eyes pierced mine “Plans? With who? Jaiden isn’t even free today.”

“I have other friends too, Zane.”

He scoffed and shoved his hands down his pockets.

“Like, who? Druggies?” …Homie what the hell?

“What kind of people are you friends with that have you meet up with them here?”

“Uh, why are you getting so mad anyway? I’m just meeting up with someone.”

“Well, I don’t want that someone to be dangerous! I’m just looking out for you.” He sighed. “And also because I was gonna ask if you wanted to hang out with me today.”

Confused, I stared back at him. “But you and Jaiden have an elective today? The one I just left you two at?”

“Yeah and I told Jaiden I was gonna skip. It’s a nice day, I wanted to be with you. Looks like I did all that for nothing.” Another sigh.

“Oh. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know- Wait, hold on, you left Jaiden?” Oh god. I subconsciously started biting my nails. “Zane, they were already visibly upset today! They need someone with them!”

Stomping my feet, I tried searching for a solution. I couldn’t just cancel on Mikey, we’ve had this planned for so long! But I can’t leave Jaiden on their own either. They have certain tendencies and I can’t risk that again. Ugh, everything would’ve been okay if at least Zane was with them!

“Zane, you have to go back. Jaiden needs company and I’m busy today anyway.”

“Don’t panic so much, they said they’d be fine.”

“And you believed that? You know they’ve lied about that before. Several times before! They didn’t seem okay, I need you to be them.”

“But I want to be with you. Not Jaiden, you. You can’t expect me to just control these things, Salena.”

This dude! Why is he being so difficult?

Okay, calm down Salena. Not a time for anger.

“I-I know, but it’s just one day. Jaiden’s your friend, too. And besides, you’ll both have fun this way!”

My attempts to shoo him away changed his angered face. He suddenly looked so disheartened I can’t tell if it was better or worse. I’m a little annoyed he left Jaiden on their own but he must’ve planned this out for a while if he seems this disappointed. I guess I’d be upset too if I was in his shoes. Though I also would’ve asked the other person ahead of time but different people, different mindsets I suppose. I softened my tone.

“Hey, Zane? I promise we’ll hang out tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you. And we can even call when I’m done, okay? But right now Jaiden needs you. And I need this. Just…can I please have a few hours away today?”

He looked at me, conflicting eyes switching between both of mine. Third sigh, more whispery than the others “...Fine, you know I can’t say no to you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He pat my head, slightly ruffling my hair “Don’t forget to call me when you’re free.”

Hearing the heavy steps fade as he got farther and farther away, I let out the biggest exhale of my life as my body slumped over.

“Ooh mama, that was rough.” Mikey, somehow already next to me, matched my relief. “Does he always act like that?”

“Well, ‘always’ is a strong word…”

“And you’ve never told him how you feel about it? Never, you know, put down boundaries?”

My eyes scampered around to focus on anything but his face while my body shrunk. Guilty as charged.

He sighed and whipped out a pair of round glasses, swinging his arm over my shoulder “So, I know Dr. Feelings is supposed to be on vacation for the day, but since you’re a friend you get special privileges!”

“Um…D-Doctor who?”

“Tell me about this guy, Salena.”

After recovering from the reveal of his secret therapist mode, I told Mikey about Zane and our friendship as we made our way to an ice cream parlor. According to him, talking about your feelings is always better with a sweet treat to distract you from your crushing crippling depression.

“Wait wait, before we start, what flavor?”

“Oh, chocolate obviously.”

His eyes lit up as he happily hummed “A person of culture! Begin~” He handed me a chocolate cone and got the same for himself.

I felt a little guilty for using him on a day we were meant to relax but at the same time, the thought of having someone to talk to about my weird dynamic with Zane made it weirdly hard to resist. Plus, Mikey just has a very calming presence to him, one that makes it so easy to open up and word-vomit your entire life story to.

Still, I tried my best to not overshare and disrespect Zane’s privacy so I kept things brief and broad, only mentioning what I felt was note-worthy. And probably better to keep his crush on me hidden for now, at least.

Instead, I briefed him about Zane’s home life being the classic “rich kid with absent and narcissistic parents” trope and how much his older brother, or better known as the golden child, emotionally abused him growing up. I could sense Mikey softened a bit at that.

I mentioned Zane’s anger issues, habitual bullying, fear of abandonment. His slowly-developed kleptomania. I told him about the people Zane hung out with and of my secret disapproval of them. If Zane seems bad, those guys make him seem heavenly.

And lastly, I talked about our unlikely friendship. How he gradually became nicer to me. How he told me how different I was to him the day I asked why he stopped bullying me. How unexpectedly sweet and protective he can be.

And how scared he’d get sometimes that one day I’d just ditch him like everyone else did.

“That’s awful! It must’ve been hard for him dealing with all of that.”

“It was. That’s why he’s so clingy towards me. He feels like no one understands him the way I do or even wants to try.”

“I’m guessing that’s why you deal with it.”

I quietly nodded. “I know he can be a bit much sometimes. But I don’t ever want to leave him. He’s like family to me, it just wouldn't be right if I abandoned him.”

Mikey smiled at me “Yeah, don’t worry, I get that.”

He took another bite of his cone and stared out the window. He looked strangely timid, I’ve never seen Mikey so mild-mannered before.

“Do you remember when I told you about our dad Draxum?”

“Oh yeah, the sheep guy! You mentioned he had a ‘bad boy’ phase. Heh, ba-a-a-a-a-ad.” I giggled to myself mimicking a sheep as Mikey looked at me with horrific disgust.

“Leo must love you, doesn’t he.”

“Oh hush, it was funny. Anyway, you were saying?~”

“Well during his ‘insert ruined joke here’ phase, Draxum used to try to kill us like at least once a week. He went on and on about wanting to ‘destroy humanity’ and ‘protect Yōkai kind’ and we were made to do that.”

We started walking outside as he continued his story.

“But, my brothers and I could never. We love humans, I mean you guys literally invented art! And even though Draxum made us, he wasn’t attached enough to not brutally murder us for that disagreement. He threw Leo off a roof once, too.”

“Sorry, what now?” It’s making sense now why Leo was so careful about me not falling when we hang out.

“Yeah, I felt so bad! I mean, Raph gets to see something as cool as that happen but I’m stuck being used as a tug-of-war rope for a giant spider lady! The universe can be so unfair…”

“Your priorities are confusing but go on.”

We made our way on to a roof to enjoy the city’s view. Mikey went on a tangent about all their adventures stopping Draxum and the poorly-named Foot Clan from assembling this mythical shredding monster guy. Whoever named these guys needs originality lessons.

“Then after they finished making the Shredder, they betrayed Draxum. They only wanted to use him so the armor thing would work. And I know that we’re supposed to hate him and stuff, but I felt really really bad for him.”

I thought back to how I felt every time someone I thought was a friend ended up stabbing me in the back “Honestly, I would too. Villain or not, betrayal still sucks.”

“Exactly! And to make matters worse, I found him living on the streets later! He’s a wanted criminal in the Hidden City and had nowhere to go in New York. So obviously, I set him up with a nice, top tier home and helped him adjust to humanity. My brothers doubted us a lot but he’s doing great now. He even has his own job as a lunch aid!”

His bubbly smile dropped as he looked off to the distance. Up until now, Mikey’s been pretty animated when he talks, using his hands and sometimes whole body to enhance his speech. Right now though, he was still. Very still.

“But back then, sometimes even I thought I was crazy. I was trying to change a guy who’s fear-response was genocide, that’s not an easy thing to do. So many failed attempts at getting him to like humans, so many failed attempts of him trying to throw kids when they got on his nerves. Don’t get me wrong, it’s more than worth it in the end but when you’re actually doing it? It’s so exhausting.”

Exhausting. I never realized how fitting that word sounded until he said it. Exhausting.

“That sounds like a literal nightmare. Especially without any external support…” Oh god this was hitting too close to home. Abort! Abort!

“Wanna know what kept me going?”

“Yeah?”

He turned towards me. His blue eyes were illuminated by the sun. Actually, there were some new spots on his body that were glowing, too?

“Draxum made us. He was family to me. It wouldn’t be right to just abandon him.”

Oh.

He turned back to look at the sky. “I know you care about Zane and I can empathize with that so I’ll say this as nicely as I can… ZANE IS A WHINY PIECE OF SHIT.”

I forgot how loud Mikey screams oh god.

“He’s clingy, he’s rude, he called me a druggie for choosing to meet up in an alley, I mean what’s wrong with either?!”

“Micheal my ears, please.”

He took a deep breath and by the grace of heaven itself he calmed down.

“Look, I don’t know if you can help Zane the same way I helped Draxum. Some people don’t want to be changed, that was my biggest fear with Drax. But that’s not my point.” He put a soft hand on my shoulder, the tone of his voice sounded different. “What I’m saying is, I get it.”

My throat felt itchy. I hadn’t heard words like that in years. Having someone say they understand me, not being judged or getting weird looks for feeling the way I do. And I can’t even help believing him, after everything he’s told me it sounds like he meant it. I don’t really know how I feel right now. But then again, maybe I don’t have to know.

We stayed in comfortable silence listening to the city below.

There weren’t too many people out right now, everyone who had been outside enjoying the nice weather before were returning home from shopping or leaving cafés. Not many cars on the street, either. All in all, a nice and peaceful day.

Until, of course, it wasn’t.

A giant pink food truck with a weird stake on the top raced by definitively over the speed limit. Another large vehicle following it. It was green with a disk on the back, it kinda looked like a shell? Or maybe I’ve been talking with turtles too often-

“The Turtle Tank?”

“YOU GUYS HAVE A TURTLE TANK?!” Oh my stars! They just keep getting cooler every day I see them!

“And Meatsweat’s truck!”

“Oh, it’s Mr. Oinkerton.”

In the distance we could hear a familiar angry voice screaming vulgar words at the pig mobile through an oversized megaphone. How’d Donnie even get in this situation?

“So like…should we check in on him?”

“Nah, Dee’s probably fine.”

“Okay fair, but he’s partaking in chaotic activities without us.”

“...You know what, I like the way you think! Come on!” He rolled up his sleeve revealing a black band on his wrist and excitedly spoke to it as we both started running to catch up with the trucks.

“Hey Dontron! Why’re you on a chase with Meatsweats?”

“Mikey? You can see me? Are you in proximity?”

“Yeah! We can see you from the rooftops. I’ll wave!”

“Ugh, good I could use the help, Meatsweats upgraded his stupid truck so now it’s too fast to keep up with! Listen, he kidnapped some guy off the street and I don’t know what he’s gonna do so if you could assist-”

“On it, Dee!”

Seeing Mikey speed through the roofs was astounding! He bounced from building to building, doing flips and spins whenever he could. He looked so graceful while doing it, too. Kind of reminds me of ballerinas. Compared to him I was a heaving mess in the back. I’m faster than I was before, that’s for sure, but still had a really hard time keeping up with him. I’m starting to think Leo went easy on me…

But compared to the car chase down below, even Mikey could barely keep up.

“Man, Donnie wasn’t kidding when he said the truck got upgrades. Meatsweats was never this fast before.”

“Mikey, how long are we just gonna tail them? We’re not really getting anywhere like this.”

“Well we can’t run fast enough…” he looked at Meatsweat’s trying to fight Donnie off, leaving the back door to his truck wide open. His eyes lit up “But we can fly fast enough! I’ll swing you!”

Donnie’s voice returned to the comms “Mikey where are you? Could really use that help right now!” Meatsweats was starting to close the door.

Seeing this in my excited adrenalined nature, I rushed to approve the plan. “Okay, let’s do it!”

One of his nunchucks wrapped around me and my legs left the ground. I cut through the air getting flung right into the truck, somehow not breaking any bones after crashing in. Probably should have thought about that before.

I looked out and met Donnie’s panicked glare. “SALENA?!”

“Hi Donnie!” The door shut and my attention turned toward Meatsweats and a terrified boy with a bag covering his head in the corner.

“Who the hell are- oi, you’re the annoying lass from before, aren’t you?” Oh damn, he remembers me. “What’s with you and ruining my dinner plans?”

“Wait, dinner plans? You’re gonna eat him!?”

He looked so unbelievably offended at that, because of course it was such a stretch to come to that conclusion “What are you, stupid? I was a human before getting mutated. I was a world renowned chef, Rupert Swaggart!”

“Your name was Rupert? Ew.”

“SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” Oh right, this is a hostage situation.

“Sorry, sorry, distractions. So what you’re saying is, you’re not gonna eat him?”

“No, of course not, human meat is an atrocious flavor.” That’s a relief! “However, they make a lovely meal for mutant livestock. And now I can feed twice the amount.” Oh.

He charged at me with his enormous tenderizer and I quickly got up and prepared my body for the attacks.

Go left! Now right! Right again! DUCK! He’s so swift with his strikes it’s almost too much for me to handle. I tried looking for any openings out but it was useless! All the doors are locked and he’s blocking the switch.

“How come he gets tied up but I have to be killed now?”

“Personal grudges.”

I got backed into a corner and narrowly avoided a butcher knife thrown straight at my head. Whatever greater force is keeping me safe, I owe you my life.

Wait! He threw a knife!

Genius struck me as I pulled the blade out from the wall. I charged at him, getting all my energy ready for the blow. Meatsweats chuckled.

“Aww, you really think you can fight back with a tiny cleaver?”

“Not quite.”

Instead of the slice the idiot pig prepared for, I planted my foot firm on the ground and swung the sharp blade to the left, smashing right through the window.

“What the-”

Perfect! Now to take care of the swine.

I darted around the room taunting him, now being the one to control where he’d strike. My heart was beating at the speed of sound, legs quick and light. My reflexes took over completely. It’s crazy to say this but I feel like I’m really in my zone!

Once I annoyed him enough to turn his blows even more aggressive than before, I ran right behind him, clinging on to his back. He took the bait and smashed down. The metal hammer hit him smack dab on the head as I dodged away, knocking him out.

Cutting my celebrations short, I rushed over to the boy and helped him up. He flinched at my touch, the bag still blinding his sight.

“What’s happening?!”

“Your rescue, that’s what. Now, come on!”

I helped him avoid the loose shards on the bottom while getting his body out the window. I stuck my head out and yelled for Donnie, who was still right behind us relieved to see me in one piece.

“Donnie I’m throwing him out the window, tell me when Mikey’s ready!”

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE RESCUING ME!”

After getting the thumbs up from Donnie, I pushed the boy out to the streets and sure enough, Mikey’s chains caught him and pulled him up to wherever he was on the roofs.

I heard a grunt behind me. Meatsweats was awake already? God I can’t believe I was scared I actually hurt him.

I scampered up to the roof of the truck. Unfortunately got jumpscared as the vent flung open and Meatsweats tried going through it. My bad for wanting to catch my breath, I guess.

“Salena jump!”

I took his suggestion and ran forward, avoiding the grimy mutant pig, and leaped over to the tank. A hole opened up and allowed me inside with Donnie looking back, setting the tank to autopilot and checking me for any serious injuries.

“So which one of you dum-dums thought it was a brilliant plan to send the untrained non-mutant human into the murderous chef’s vehicle?”

“Oh, was that bad?” Well, at least it’s over now.

Mikey’s voice came through Donnie’s own hand wrap. His were larger than Mikey’s, covering his entire palm compared to Mikey’s wrist bands.

“Donnie! Is Salena okay?”

“Physically or mentally.”

“Yepperoni. I’m right here, Mikey.”

“Phew good! And uh, by any chance, are you guys still following

Meatsweats?”

“Uh, I’m about to stop the tank, why?”

He nervously laughed “So um, you know the person we just saved right? Apparently he had a really important USB with him and he thinks it fell out in the truck…”

“OH COME ON!”

And so the chase continues as we scrambled to find answers.

“Are we really going to keep tracking Meatsweats for a USB drive? Who even uses them anymore!”

“He sounds super panicked so it must be bad, Dee. What if it’s something dangerous?”

“He’s a teenager, Micheal, why would he have dangerous intel?”

“Aren’t you two teenagers?”

“We don’t count!”

“How do we even get it from Meatsweats’ truck?”

Donnie switched over to the control manual and got a bunch of missiles ready “That’s it! I’m going lethal!”

Mikey’s face appeared on the monitor “Donnie don’t! You could destroy the drive thingie.”

“But my moment…”

“Donnie!”

Red lights started blinking, warning about the tank’s declining gas.

“Fine but we’re running out of time, what else can we do?”

“Want me to jump back in?”

“Do you want to die?”

“Sometimes.” They stared at me wide-eyed as I had the dawning realization “Oh wait that was rhetorical, wasn’t it?”

I forced my three brain cells to try and be useful.

C’mon, brain. Think, Salena! Think!

I saw the cleaver I still had in my hands and got an idea.

Bingo!

“Donnie! Drive to his right!”

“What? Um okay. Wait, where are you going!?”

I climbed back out the hole on the top. “When I count to three, stop the Turtle Tank.”

“CAN ANYONE COMMUNICATE THEIR PLANS WITH ME BEFORE IMPULSIVELY JUMPING IN?”

I threw my hair back letting the rushing keep it out of the way.

“Ready Donnie?”

“No.”

I aimed the cleaver for the front right tire and began counting “One…”

Pulled my arm back, getting ready to throw “Two…”

I took a deep breath. Arms don’t fail me now. I swung forward and felt the handle leave my grasp.

“Three!”

The tank jolted to a stop, knocking me forward. Donnie came out and helped me to my feet.

“You good?”

“Well, I’m alive so.”

We looked up and saw the blade successfully puncture the tire, sending the truck skidding to a crash at a light pole.

“Great Galileo, you actually did it. I’ll confess, I’m impressed!” Is this what validation feels like?

The round tangerine joined us not too long after with the boy strapped to his back and came running towards me.

“Salena, you were amazing!” Validation and a hug on the same day? Have I been blessed?

“Hey can someone get this thing off my head now?”

I looked at the boy, then at the horrific scenery behind him. “Uh…maybe we should get to a less chaotic place first.”

Mikey handed me the USB he found in Meatsweats’ truck. ”Sorry our day got interrupted Salena. You can always come back after helping him!”

I was about to agree but felt a buzz on my skirt pocket. I took out my phone and saw a pestering text from my aunt as well as the time being 5:00pm.

“I would but, I should probably get home anyway. You guys okay with um…all that?” I pointed to the passed out pig in his broken down truck.

Donnie pat my head with one of his extra robot arms “No probbles, we’ll take care of it. You’ve helped enough.”

I guess he’s always been nice-ish to me but still didn’t expect affection from him.

I saw him and Mikey chatting while cleaning up the mess, Mikey beaming as Donnie ruffled what would’ve been his hair if he had any. I smiled. Maybe I just never looked close enough at Donnie. Seems like he’s always been this way.

I lead the boy away from the mutant havoc and into a more public area before taking the bag off his head.

“Are you okay?”

He blinked and I studied his features a bit more. Dark eyes, short black hair, and round glasses. “Yeah I-I think. Thanks for saving me.”

I handed him his pen drive and after a few more thank-yous, he left. As promised, gave Zane a call. He didn’t pick up though. I shrugged it off and started walking back home. What a day today has been!

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 2 years

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Don't Come Home For Christmas (Tim Drake)

Based off these lyrics from the Fall Out Boy song Yule Shoot Your Eye Out

Don’t come home for Christmas You’re the last thing I wanna see Underneath the tree Merry Christmas, I could care less

This was originally supposed to be for Bruce, but when I was almost done I decided to change it to Tim

And as for why is Damian with Tim and Y/N and not Bruce? Good question, I was just too lazy to take it out and I changed up some words

Characters probably Out Of Character, usually are in my fics cause I’m not good at keeping them In Character

Anyways, I hope you enjoy

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Y/N looked at her phone and sighed. Tim was calling, again. She was pretty sure she knew exactlywhy he was calling. It was three days before Christmas and he was off in London office because something happened. She slid her thumb over and answered. Continuing to do what she previously was.

“What’s up?”

“Hey, I won’t be able to make it home for Christmas.”

“Oh?”

She heard him sigh over the phone, “Yeah, I’ll be in the Paris Office.”

She stopped what she doing and nearly dropped what was in her hand. “What do you mean?”

“Um, there’s some things that need to be done there and since I’m here I offered to help out.”

She rolled her eyes. Of course. He just couldn’t fucking say no, could he?. “Okay. That’s fine. So when should you be back?”

“Around New Years.”

“Okay. Well, I gotta go. Somebody else is calling me.”

“But Y/N–”

“Bye Tim.”

She ended the call and let out a frustrated scream. Of course he had fucking work shit to do instead of being home. She had barely seen him in the past few months because he was always off doing something. And he always told her after he promised to be home. At this point, she had no idea what to do. She was tired of him never being home and leaving her to do everything.

She ended up walking down the hall and to Damian’s room. She knocked on the 14 year old’s door, waiting for him to open it. When he did, he didn’t even give her time to tell him, he already knew. “Tim won’t be home, will he?”

She shook her head and she knew that he was trying to hide the fact that he was hurt. In the past 3 years she’s known him, she’s noticed the small things he does. Many that are similar to Tim, even though they weren’t even related by blood. But she knew that over the past 4 years of being with his brother, Damian had gotten close with him. But he unfortunately had gotten used to the lies about when he would be home.

“He said that he would be home bye New Years.”

“And you believe him?”

She scoffed, “Really kid? You’ve known me 3 years, you really think I’d believe him?”

He shrugged, “You would 3 years ago.”

She shrugged back, “I as more naïve when it came to Tim and everything he does.”

“Well, who is going to be here for Christmas?”

“Selina, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Stephanie, Duke, Barbara, and Cass haven’t backed out. Kate said she wasn’t sure still. I believe Dick is gonna bring the Titans–”

“Yeah, Rachel said she’d be here.”

She smirked, “Oh? You talk to her?”

“I–not like that! We’re just friends.”

She smiled, “Alright kid.” She ran a hand through her hair, “I know Jason said he’d see if Artemis could come. Other than that, I think that’s it.“

“Okay. Well, is that all?”

“Sure grouch.”

“I’m not a grouch.”

“Sure you aren’t.” She sighed, “See you at Dinner.”

She heard him say something as she walked away, but didn’t fully register it.

——–

Y/N nearly fell down the stairs when she heard the doorbell ring. After she caught herself, she ran down the rest of the steps to the door. Honestly, she was surprised that their dog didn’t start barking at it. Well, until she remembered that he was out in London, or maybe now France, with Tim. She opened the door and smiled as she saw Stephanie.

“Hey.”

“You look like death.”

Y/N shrugged, “Just tired I guess.”

“Tim not back yet?”

“No.” She moved to let Stephanie in. “He won’t be back till New Years. Apparently there was some work emergency in Paris or something.”

“Again?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s so stupid.”

She laughed, “You’re telling me.”

“Well, no offense, but if I was you, I would say something.”

“Say what? Say that I’m mad he has a life that doesn’t revolve around me? A life that I have no idea what it means? That I have no understanding of?”

“Exactly.”

“I can’t Stephanie. I would love to, but I can’t.”

“Why not?” Stephanie turned to look at Y/N, “It’s what I did.”

“And look where it got you!”

“Hey! I ended the relationship because I just didn’t need one and could tell that someone had caught his eye Miss. Y/N Y/L/N.”

She rolled her eyes, “Whatever Steph.”

Stephanie rested her hand on Y/N’s arm, “Y/N, I’ve known you for 3 years. I’ve known you long enough to know that him doing this is killing you. I know that you thrive through physical touch and people being there for you. Not over the phone there. But physically.”

“Okay! Fine! Say you’re right! Say I should confront Tim, then what?! He’ll come back and stay for a few weeks and then do this again! I’ve tried Stephanie! Honest! I’ve tried to tell him how I feel and every single time he comes back for a few weeks, maybe 3 months, and then he does it again! I’m sick and tired of it!”

“Then break up with him! Y/N, I have been trying to give you all these ways to help you realize that you need to leave Tim! No, I won’t deny that he loves you, but he won’t stop pushing you away until you can’t handle it anymore and snap! He did it to me!”

“But why hasn’t any other ex come out about it?!”

“Because we’re the only people he’s ever truly loved Y/N! That’s why he does it! He’d rather us never be in his life than for us him to risk loosing us! It took me almost a whole year to convince him to let us just be friends! Not Spoiler or Batgirl and Red Robin or just Robin, but Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake-Wayne!”

Y/N hated this. She knew Steph was right. She knew that it would be an unending cycle. She knew that they were the only people he ever loved. She knew she could never stop his fears.

“Steph…how do I do it? I-I’ve never broken up with someone before. Everyone has broken up with me. I’ve never done it myself.”

She shrugged, “I can’t tell you. I just did it when it came to him. But, it did take a while to convince myself that it was what was right for me.”

Y/N sat on the couch, “How can guys do this with such ease?”

Stephanie sat next to Y/N, “I can never tell you. I’ve wondered that for years myself.”

——–

Y/N fiddled with her phone. Finger constantly hovering over Tim’s name. She sat her phone down and looked around the room. All of her things had been packed away. Tim had been so insistent on her keeping her old place after she moved in. Just in case something happened. Neither of them would have thought it would be this. She sighed and grabbed her phone. Finally deciding to call him. Of course it had to be when she finally decided to do it, he called. She scrolled to answer.

“Tim.”

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

“Ye-” She stopped herself, “No, everything is not fine.”

“Why? What happened?”

“You did.”

“I did? What do you mean?”

“Tim…you won’t stop pushing me away. And I get it. It’s because you don’t want me to get hurt. Whatever. But the least you could have done is be here for holidays. I mean, it’s fucking Christmas. You own brother was upset by this one.”

She heard some shuffling and soon his voice came back. “Y/N, just give me a second. Work can wait. I can be home for Christmas.”

“No Tim. Just don’t. Deal with the work shit. I’m done with it. Just don’t come home for Christmas. You’re the last fucking person I wanna see now.”

His words were trembling, “Y/N please, I love you!”

She looked at her watch and saw it was past 12 am. Merry fucking Christmas, Tim. I could care less.”

She ended the call, tossed the phone onto the bed, laid down and acted like she didn’t just end the best 3 years of her life.

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ditaliaa · 1 year

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Feel free to ignore this if y’all want, I’m just ranting about my problems lmao

@itsoverfeeling it wouldn’t let me put this in the comments of my one post so here’s my rant

Ok, so, just to preface this, I’m not entirely sure what my sexual orientation is (I’m still trying to figure that out) and I have ptsd from traumatic experiences with a man which might be attributing to my stress over dating but this is the situation:

There’s a guy that I’ve known for a while. We grew up together in the same church (which we’ve both left by now) but I didn’t really know him that well then. Anyway, I hadn’t seen him in several years until about 2-3 years ago when he messaged me on Facebook wanting to go on a date. My parents convinced me to go on it with him and I remember being super nervous about it then, but I went. It was ok, but I wasn’t really interested in him and told him that I wasn’t looking to date now and that I just wanted to be friends. He seemed ok with this but still kept flirting with me and messaging me, not in an aggressive way but i just wanted him to stop altogether. I just remained civil with him and never texted first, but would respond to his messages if he texted me. Anyway, he messaged me about a year later asking if I wanted to go out again and I told him that I was busy because telling him that I just wanted to be friends wasn’t working and then we didn’t talk for over a year. I thought that he finally got the hint, but he just messaged me again a few days ago wanting to hang out again. I was considering just not responding to his message but my family and all of my coworkers made me feel like I’d be a piece of shit if I did that so I responded and offered him my number as it’d be a better way of contacting me than social media. (I haven’t been on it in like a year). I felt ok with the decision when I wrote up the response and was talking with my coworkers, but now that he’s responded I’m super nervous that I’ve opened a can of worms.

The thing is, he’s not ugly, but there are a couple things that I think are major that are stopping me from wanting to hang out with him. First off, he’s a marine and he’s super conservative. This might be my biggest drawback about the whole situation. Also, he draws anime porn for guys in the military (at least three years ago he did). If that’s his thing then whatever, but me personally, I’m not into that. Lastly, he just doesn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. This is like the third year that he’s messaged me wanting to go on a date and I’m not sure why he is so adamant on dating me. He’s a few years older than me and from what I’ve seen he hasn’t dated anyone in the time that I’ve known him. It all just seems a little strange and feels like a red flag, but everyone that I’ve talked to says that it’s either not as big a deal as I’m making it out to be or that it’s not a problem and I should give him another chance because he might have changed.

He’s always been pretty nice, if a little awkward/uncomfortable when talking to me, but I don’t think I’m interested. Of course I could be psyching myself out too because it’s been several years since I’ve been on a date and I’ve never had good experiences. Also, my self esteem is terrible and I’m super self conscious about myself and honestly wondering why he likes me too. I just worry if I’m right about the things giving me pause or if I’m making this a big deal and also what I should do. I think I’d like to be in a relationship (just in general), but I also don’t think dating should make me feel this anxious.

Super sorry for the rant I’m just trying to organize my scrambled thoughts.

#ranting

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crash-bump-bring-the-whump · 9 months

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Okay okay now I have to THINK. So this is in no particular order but here we go! Each piece has its TWs and a little snippet from it c:

1: BTHB 2023 - Near-Death Experience

TWs: car accident, near-death experience, panic attacks Time seemed to slow down as Bastian tried to scramble backwards, his own boots betraying him. He slipped after only a step or two, his feet disappearing out from beneath him as he fell towards the otherwise empty street. The van hit the curb with a bang and tipped, still hurtling towards Mariano roof-first. He hadn’t moved.

2: Mariano and Dimitri's Co-captives Arc (Here is part one)

TWs: Broken bones, kidnapping, torture, captivity “Mm.” Dimitri hummed, rolling his eyes. “I have to be if you’ve gotten so soft. Plus you’re bad at that, too, so I have to pick up the slack.” Mariano frowned, looking at Dimitri. “You haven’t seen me beg for someone in years, you don’t know that. I’ve gotten way better at begging.” Dimitri rolled his eyes. “You’re the flattest person I’ve ever talked to. And I’ve known Izan for a long time.” He shot back.

3: War Mage Vignettes

TWs: stitches, alcohol, discussion of being shot in the head, near death experiences Dimitri shot a glare at their medic from his post at the doorway of their dim room. “We’re not going to die here.” He hissed. “I don’t care that this was a fucking trap. We don’t die.” Laredo nodded. “Remember? A war mage isn’t dead until there are two bullets in his brain.” Izan hummed. “I still think one is enough for that. I don’t think I’d want to fight after getting shot in the head, at all.” “I would.” Dimitri growled.

4: BTHB 2023 - Possession (Andrew and Tobias belong to @whumpr / @brinkofdiscovery!!

TWs: Possession “Hey, this isn’t funny.” Andrew said, forcing a nervous laugh anyway. “That wasn’t cool. C'mon.” This time, when Andrew tried to step into the room, William lunged for the door. He threw himself to the floor with a snarl before grabbing his own wrist and tugging it to his chest. “Don’t come in, please.” William’s voice broke as he whined and pressed his face into the filthy tile floor. “Don’t–it, it wants–” One hand wound into his own hair, tugging harsh enough to rip some out alongside a yelp. Elliot felt like he was suffocating. “Guys, I don’t think he’s joking.” Not even Andrew could’ve been committed enough to this bit to pull out hair, much less William. What did they even do now? William was the one who’d even brought anti-ghost shit.

5: A Month of Whump's March Trope-a-Thon Day 1 - Environmental / Snowstorm

TWs: hypothermia, non-sexual nudity Bastian growled to himself as he skidded down the rocks that Mariano had tumbled down. They hadn’t expected the path to give that far away from the edge, and Mariano hadn’t even had a chance to shout before he was swept away. “I swear to god, if he’s an icicle when I get there, I’ll let him freeze.” As the temperature kept dropping and the snow kept falling, though, Bastian had to accept that he was just complaining. He could feel the tug in his chest getting more urgent. The presence that Mariano’s magic held got weaker, sleepier. It curled up smaller and smaller, starting to flicker. When it began to fade, Bastian started running. He barrelled through snowy trees, crashed through brush, and finally, finally, it felt like he was getting close. Ripping through low hanging branches, Bastian’s heart just about stopped when he stumbled into a clearing. “Mariano!”

#ask game #ask games #whump #hehehe time to inflict this on my FRIENDS #HAHAHAHAAAA

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 1 year

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Putting this behind a cut just because it gets a bit long and has some embedded videos so there’s no need to mess up people’s dashboards with it unless they choose to click. There’s stuff in here about the difference between British and Canadian English, and about comedy, and about sports. That’s not that useful a description mainly because it’s not that coherent a post, I started typing about one thing and then just kept typing until I was talking about something else, and then eventually I stopped.

So, I have this issue where I watch and listen to so much British stuff that, in only a few little ways, I sometimes start to “think in British”. During 2020 and 2021, there were times when I’d go more than two months without hearing the voice of anyone in real life, outside a trip to the grocery store every couple of weeks. I spent all day listening to British voices, to the point where I joked that this could lead to me developing a British accent.

So for a while I was very disciplined about always calling it “soccer”. But at some point I let that slip, and I think I now go between both terms on this blog, just writing whichever one comes into my head. The trouble is that in Canada, the sport of soccer/football is very rarely mentioned, while on British TV, it’s mentioned all the time (seriously, until 2020 I thought it was just a joke, just a stereotype, when people talked about Brits being obsessed with soccer). So it’s not just that I hear it said the British way on TV, it’s that I almost never hear it said the Canadian way, even now that lockdowns are over and I sometimes hang out with people in real life again.

Obviously your accent won’t actually change from that (trust me, I’ve checked), but it does start to affect my vocabulary in little ways, if I let it. One time in 2021, I was hanging out with friends for the first time in months, and I accidentally referred to soccer as “football”. They made jokes about this being a result of too much British TV, and after that, I started being more careful about how I think of it. I’d started calling it “football” on this blog, but I then made myself change it to “soccer” every time I wrote the word, to make sure I still thought of it as “soccer”, to make sure that was what I’d say when talking to people I know. Because yes, obviously “football” is the proper and original name for that sport. But also, if I say it here I’m going to sound incredibly pretentious, like someone who traveled to Europe and then starts affecting an accent on words that don’t need one. I’ll be like that, but worse, because I haven’t even traveled. I’ll just sound like I’m pretending that watching a lot of TV has turned me British.

Anyway, after how concerned I was about accidentally saying “football” instead of soccer, yesterday I let a completely different British-ism slip into real-life vocabulary, one that I hadn’t been concerned about because I hadn’t even realized I’d internalized that one. It was while I was coaching a tournament, and that’s always a way for language to come out without thinking. When I’m sitting in a corner and yelling at an athlete, some of what I say is measured and thoughtful, specific technical advice designed to tell them what to do next. But some of it is just encouragement, meant to hype them up when I can see they’re flagging. At that point, I let myself get caught up in the moment and yell whatever’s in my head, not having the time to do any translating.

We’ve joked before about what me, and my fellow coaches, sometimes say in the heat of moments like these. A few years ago my best friend yelled “Remember who you are!” during a particularly intense match, not realizing until later that he’d accidentally quoted the Lion King. Another friend of mine has been known to quote Eric Taylor from Friday Night Lights almost word for word, while trying to think of something inspiring to say.

It’s also a semi-common occurrence that when a match gets intense, we’ll call athletes by nicknames that we wouldn’t normally use in that context. If our team has a silly inside joke name for an athlete, I’ll remember to call them by their real name if I’m talking about them to people from other teams. And I’ll certainly remember to call them by their real name from the corner during a tournament, when I’m yelling for the whole room to hear. Unless things get really precarious, and I get caught up in the moment and just stop having time to translate in my head before speaking, and then their nickname comes out.

Yesterday, an athlete was down in a semi-important match, and he looked exhausted. I think what I meant to yell was: “Come on, get up, man!” Not particularly useful technical advice – he did already know this would be a good idea – but I was just trying to give him some energy. However, my filter disappeared and I ended up just saying the first thing that felt natural, which was: “Come on, get up, mate!” He did get up, he won the match, it was awesome, and then I got justifiably made fun of for a bit for calling someone “mate”. We don’t do that here.

It was a bit of a weird thing, accidentally slipping and letting something from this world into something that is so, fundamentally different from it. I had an experience on the drive home that really highlighted it. We were playing from my best friend’s iPod, and he has the song Go Off by M.I.A. on there. I have extremely strong associations with that song, from that time when I spent way too many hours making a video to it, in advance of Taskmaster Champion of Champions II:

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This video took me so long to make, which involved listening to bits of that song while watching bits of Taskmaster over and over and over until I’d lined them all up the way I wanted. And to be honest, once I’d finished I was very pleased with it, so I’ve re-watched it a lot of times since then. This means I now have a very powerful association in my mind between that song and those clips. They are inextricably linked.

I was surprised by just how much cognitive dissonance it caused when I heard that song on that road trip. I was in the middle of one of those nice moments that I’d missed so much for the last few years - in the passenger seat of a truck, my best friend next to me and driving. On a snowy highway, late at night, with three ~20-year-old athletes asleep on top of each other in the back. All of us exhausted from the day. Still mentally caught up in the excitement of the competition to which we’ve arbitrarily assigned meaning, of spending all day with people who’ve all agreed to buy into it. Watching the snow fall and listening to music and unwinding after all the drama.

And then suddenly this song comes on, and all I can see are Liza Tarbuck lying down in front of her sparkler and Ed Gamble clapping over a fly and Kerry Godliman drawing a giant circle in the snow. It was fucking weird. I think I’d have expected that to feel weird, but it felt way weird than I’d have expected. My brain had a sharp reaction of “no no no these things should not be combined, that is not meant to exist here, something is wrong”.

I’ve had that reaction only once before, when I listened to this part of a Bugle mini-episode that Andy Zaltzman made about one of the days when he attended the London 2012 Olympics. Posting that link does say what my sport is, which I’m fine about. I avoid writing the word all the time because I don’t want people from my actual sport, or from any part of my actual life, finding this blog. I’m probably just being paranoid to be concerned about this, but I reference this sport often enough so that if I wrote the word out every time, I worry it might come up in a search for that. But I’m not trying to keep it a secret from anyone who’s already reading this blog (if I were concerned about that, I’d be doing a bad job of concealing it, as I know there aren’t many sports where coaches yell from corners and athletes have to get up).

Anyway, that clip made me feel the same way. At first, I thought it was ridiculously cool that he was talking about that. It’s my thing! It’s my thing and Andy Zaltzman’s talking about it! And he’s right! That’s an accurate bit of observational comedy - it is true that on the world stage, the smaller athletes (55 being the smallest men’s category) tend to always look unhappy, especially the Russians. But it was a bridge too far when he said the name of the American champion (which I guess I won’t write out, even though there are more than enough other sites that talk about him so I’m sure writing it out wouldn’t put me in danger of coming up in searches for it), at 74. That guy is a hero in this sport. All my athletes look up to him. An old high school teammate of mine scored two points on him at the Pan-Ams once and we all lost our minds for weeks over how cool that was. The really rich coach from a nearby city sometimes throws lots of money to bring that guy in to run clinics, and then charges athletes hundreds of dollars at attend, and it always sells out immediately.

Hearing Andy Zaltzman say that guy’s name cause so much dissonance in my head. I immediately said “No no no no no that should not happen.” Andy Zaltzman should not exist on the same plane of reality as that man, who is the face of my sport if anyone is, worldwide. He should not have been able to be in the same room as that guy, because they should not exist in the same realm. That guy represents everything about the my corrupt, toxic, fucked up sport. Britcom is the beautiful progressive paradise that I immerse myself in to escape it, and Andy Zaltzman is the absolute pinnacle of this.

And yes I realize British comedy also has lots and lots of problems. But... okay, at my first tournament of this season, a couple of months ago, I saw a shirt that said “We The Fringe” on the back. I thought - oh cool, you don’t often see that sort of thing here, I wonder what city’s Fringe Festival that person attended and bought that shirt. Then they turned around, and I saw it was a shirt for the People’s Party of Canada. Our far-right party - way more right-wing than the regular conservatives - that Trudeau once said has “fringe views”, and its members took to calling themselves “the fringe” as a sort of protest (like with right-wingers calling themselves “deplorables” in America). And that guy was not out of place at that tournament; in that environment, he’s the norm. It made way more sense for the shirt to be of that political party, than of a Fringe Festival. There are more people like him than like me there. So you see why I say that compared to that, British comedy is a progressive paradise that should not exist in the same world as that bullshit. Andy Zaltzman - perfect, pure Andy Zaltzman - definitely shouldn’t.

There is one exception, though. Well two exceptions, but they both come from the same episode. The same episode of a show that I have not seen, other than that. A show I have no desire to see. But at some point I read about this episode existing, so obviously I had to watch it and cut out the clips and put them on YouTube.

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Yeah, that’s all right. I enjoyed that so much and would have no issue with every comedian I’ve ever heard of taking their turn at that. If Andy Zaltzman wants to go on TV and get beat up by that guy, I will fully support it. I’d pay a fair bit of money to see that, actually.

#Youtube

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someone-give-me-a-hug · 10 months

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update timeeee

Ello there guvnor! tis I! Huzzah!

Yeah i dont know what that was either. hello hello! much better. it has been a little longer than expected to update but i wanted to wait until after my exams finished to give you a reply!

first of all, i think I've only ever had a tomato once. my grandma gave me one and i felt too bad to say no after absolutely hating it. But hey maybe I’ll try it again! Beans however? well i could live off of beans on toast, which granted aren’t the beans you are probably on about but omg maybe its that British in me but beans on toast is an absolute banger of a meal (and was the first thing to come to mind after Bean Crock, which we eat in the winter, another classic).

To answer your very valid question about the number of exams i had, it was 21. 21 exams :) In all fairness exams sorted out my sleep schedule like a charm. i decided to get up at 6am everyday i had an exam so i could have breakfast and revise the content. which then meant i went to bed earlier (around 23:00) and slept like a log the whole night! the longest exam was 2 hours and 30 minutes. and let me tell you, i made a big fat mistake; i decided to take my friends advice and go through the paper backwards. what an oopsie that was. I ended up forgetting that the outside world even existed during that exam, it felt like lifetime! but honestly, oh well too late to change it now.

We had a BAV (Beliefs and values) exam (3 actually, catholic christianity, judaism and then philosphy and ethic) becuase it’s required to learn. we needed to use a source of wisdom and authority in most answers and the one i mustve used a hundred times was ‘Love thy neighbour’. I’m also pretty sure I made a few up but hey ho it’s done now.

It’s officially the summer holidays and school doesn’t start again until September so I’ve got so much time on my hands I have no clue what I’m gonna do! when I go back though I’m doing my Level 3 certifications (A-levels) in history, English lit and philosophy and ethics!

on the note of wildlife, there are so many birds in my garden it’s insane. I’m starting to think they’re building an army to come hunt me down and peck out my brains. although i doubt they eat brains, maybe I’ll have to stuff my pockets with seeds as a sacrifice. Also i had to search up what a bull moose was but oh good heavens THEY ARE HUGE!? I swear i’d literally cosplay Jesus and ascend to heaven if i saw one of them. I love the fact that you get to see wildlife, it’s so cool! I once got chased by a flock of geese and that was scary enough. I think geese talk to each other because they always seem to stare me down. Now listen, I may have a seriously moody resting face but come on! I just want to go about my day and here I am getting glared at by the most viscous bird ever. unfair if you ask me.

Oh oh oh! about the tumble drier situation, I have been known to lack common sense at times. For example, when i start a task and don’t plan ahead. Imagine I’m baking something and as I wash up i haven't got out a tea- towel to dry my stuff. i will freeze like a moose in headlights (see what i did there? eheh funny). It’s like i have no issue remembering what the emergency quota act did during the red scare in USA history yet if something is missing or new my brain just grows legs and goes on holiday.

In the words of my grandmother, if brains were made of dynamite i wouldn’t have enough to blow my cap off.

Random thought I had the other day to finish off: the saying ‘Hold you horses’ comes from literally slowing down a horse. like ‘stop, slow down’ ‘Hold your horses!’. it has taken me an unbelievably long time to realise that. like what else was ti meant to mean?! I’m literally as thick as a plank of wood sometimes.

Anyway, I hope you are well! I hope everything is good and that you’re good!

Love ya! Little sib!

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corinne-eaglebridge-sso · 2 years

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So. What’s up with the Moon Sister?

Alright so SSE please translate soul riders series 2 into english because shadows over jorvik actually gives quite some info on the moon sister (Caroline). Major spoilers below: Caroline’s story plays a big part in SoJ. Also, long post ahead. (Also also: it is at this point not known if what happened in the book is canon to the game as well. I’m assuming it is, but seeing as Catherine isn’t a thing in the book there might be some divergences between the timelines).

Following text was loosely translated from Dutch to English (seeing as certain part are very long stuff taken out will be signified with a ~. The text translated will generally be only dialogue unless other text is important to her as well. I tried to keep all information relevant to Caroline in):

In Anne’s conversation with Eva about Caroline:

“It was right before Halloween. There were jack-o-lanterns burning everywhere. When I was young, I loved Halloween, but since that evening I hate everything to do with it. Especially those nasty, grinning skulls...”

“The skulls...”

“Were they jack-o-lanterns or some sort of decoration?”

“No, I mean a different type of skull. It was some jewelry Caroline had. When we were young, charm bracelets were really popular. She had a few glimmering skulls on hers. We laughed about it and teased her about it. But Caroline liked dark powers, as long as they were at a save distance...”

“~We had decided to teleport. The druids said it was too risky, that we had to wait until we felt more sure, but we didn’t want to listen to them. We knew how amazing we were together. ~ We played with time and space, with different elements. We all thought ourselves immortal. All... All but Caroline. She warned us, but we didn’t listen. In the end she stopped saying anything. We thought she had changed her mind, but actually I think she was scared. She was too scared to tell us how she actually felt. When we rode away, she rode in the back. ~”

“We noticed something was wrong immediately. There was a strange energy, dark instead of light. That evening strange powers were wandering. Caroline knew dark magic, she had some old books at home. She said it could be dangerous to do complicated magic so close to Samhain... ~ She warned us, but we didn’t want to listen. We were too impatient. We went anyway. We wanted to teleport ourselves to the Path of the Wind, instead of riding to it. After that we wanted to stand at the secret stone circle and look down on Jorvik. We wanted to feel how mighty we were, we wanted to dance and laugh.”

“~ The last thing I remember, is that it got misty. It wasn’t a normal mist, but way heavier, way thicker. We couldn’t see anything anymore. And then there was suddenly a big lightning flash. After that it went pitch black. And then came the ice. It was warm that evening... actually way too warm for October. But suddenly there was ice everywhere. I woke up in the hospital with a concussion and a broken wrist. They said I’d fallen off my horse, that I just had bad luck because of the bad weather. But it was such a beautiful night! We would never have ridden if the roads were slippery and definitely not that close to a cliff...”

“We all fell and got injured, but Caroline disappeared. We never saw her or her horse again. They found her bracelet. They assumed Caroline and her horse had fallen into the abyss and died. She must have been carried away by the ocean. After a while there was a funeral, even though there was nothing to bury...”

“After that our sisterhood was broken. We stopped being Soul Riders and returned to our normal lives. Elizabeth and I were best friends, but we saw eachother less and less. I haven’t spoken to her for six years now.”

From Anne’s conversation with Elizabeth a few chapters later:

“But it won’t be easy to find Caroline’s family. They moved to the North a week after the funeral. I think...”

“You mean they don’t want to be found.”

“I do get it. They lost their daughter, a dear family member. I think we’d better leave them alone. Let them mourn in peace.”

“I’m not planning on telling you what to do, I don’t have the right to. You are the only one who can decide that. I just want you to understand how your mother and Caroline’s family think about it. It’s life. People die, hearts are broken. And accidents happen. That’s very tragic, but sometimes it’s not anything more than that, no matter how much you look. Death can be cruel, wrong and pointless. You’re still young, Anne. Sometimes I forget that. There’s still a whole life in front of you. A life full of beautiful things - and horrible ones.”

From an 1995 article Linda found when researching Caroline

YOUNG RIDER VANISHED

Yesterday evening a 17 year old girl and her horse vanished during a ride close to the cliffs of Jarlaheim. Her three friends were lightly injured. The police does not suspect malicious intent: they believe the bad weather was the cause for the accident.

“Earlier that evening it was nice and clear, but suddenly the temperature dropped under zero,” a policeman says. “It is important to ride carefully and to always be prepared for a sudden weather change. Our thoughts go out to the girl and her family. We advise riders to be careful.” There is still an ungoing search for the missing girl, but according to anonymous sources she fell off the cliff.

The water temperature is close to freezing. Of course we stay hopeful, but with every hour that passes, that hope lessens.

From a second article Linda found

NO MORE HOPE FOR CAROLINE (17)

During a hastily called press conference the police announced that they will be stopping the search for Caroline Westfall (17 years old). She went missing earlier this week during a trail ride. The family gave the newspaper permission to make her name public.

“Sadly everything points at the girl being deceased,” the police chief said in a short interview. The family would like to be left alone.

Since her disappearce the area at the cliff has been cordoned off. Many people have laid down flowers at the barricade, and candles were also burned in memory of Caroline.

“She had a beautiful soul,” said sir Avalon from Valedale. He was one of the attendees. “Our memory of her is just as bright as our desire for her return is big.”

From what is implied to be her obituary:

Suddenly [Linda] stopped at a photo of a serious looking young woman with big, dark eyes. Born in 1977, died in 1995. ~

Our dear Caroline Westfall has been taken from us way too young. In november she would have turned 18. Caroline was in the bovenbouw {untranslatable Dutch word, basically either above second or third year of secondary school} of Jarlaheim School. She was a dearly beloved friend who adored riding horses. The funeral will be held in closed circles.

From a second conversation between Anne and Elizabeth

“The bond between Soul Riders will never be lost.”

“But she did. Your Soul Rider-sister Caroline died and both of you don’t want to tell me what actually happened. I have heard everything about the sudden ice storm and the dark magic hanging in the air that night. You all did things that you couldn’t even do yet. My mother told me all of that. But is that truly everything? I have the feeling you’re keeping something from me, but I have no idea what.”

“I don’t know what to say, Anne. What happened was terrible. The ones that survived, have to suffer for that for the rest of their lives. The worst is that er have the feeling that we should have listened to Caroline better. That we should have taken her seriously. We have to live with that, but that doesn’t mean that your mother or I want to relive that evening to it’s smallest details. It is too horrible, Anne. I... I don’t think I understand what the point in that would be, too open up old wounds again.”

I’m going to keep the stuff after this very barebones, with just dialogue and no context in order not to spoil the book too much. Still, MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD

“Yes, yes of course she had [family], parents and a sister... A twin sister.”

“Before Caroline disappeared, the ocean turned fully red.”

“I discovered that Caroline wasn’t dead, but ended up in a different place, a dangerous place.” {confirmed to be Pandoria}

“But now that I’m here, I realize that [Caroline] isn’t herself anymore.”

“Caroline doesn’t exist anymore. She was only the bait! Nothing is left of her. Caroline is dead. This is the evil, and not [Caroline]!”

#my posts #ssoblr #sso #shadows over jorvik #soul riders #sso caroline #sso moon sister #sso old sisterhood

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